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Chapter 1

Derek opened his eyes. His head hurt horribly. He was strapped down to a metal medical table of some kind. A bright fluorescent light shone down on him, and flickered intermittently. An IV ran from his wrist to some type of a machine. Tubes, wires made up the bulk of it, and a computer of some type the rest. The dingy metal walls of this room showed definite unsanitary conditions. His slightly furry chest hair had been shaved in places and various different sensors were hooked up to his chest.

The room was silent except for the sound of the power supply in the computer contraption and the tick tick of the fluorescent light as it randomly flickered on and off.

Frantically Derek thought back to how he had gotten here. There had been a party. That's right. His friend Samuel was shipping out tomorrow for the Middle East, and there had been a going away party. There had been girls, and drink. Then there was a fight of some type. Someone got thrown out. The party had resumed. Then everything was getting interesting with one of the girls. Shawnee. That's right, the dark exotic girl from New Mexico. Then...then...something about a dare.

Derek tried to strain the bonds holding his arms, stomach, and legs to no avail. He was firmly secured to the bench.

"Oh God, now what."

The door opened to the room. Derek had almost missed it as it was also the same dingy corroded metal of the walls. A woman walked in. Derek had expected someone who looked like a mad scientist. He had expected a half-crazed old man. He did not expect the blond bombshell that was striding towards him in a white medical frock. She had been at the party hadn't she? Someone had introduced him to her....her name....it was...wait a minute...

"Sara. We met last night. But you can call me Dr. Smith." She smiled. She was holding a clipboard. Her ample breasts showed her magnificent cleavage. Despite the situation, Derek could feel himself getting aroused. She only smiled. She pulled out some half spectacles and appeared to write something down on the clipboard.

"What am I doing here." Only another slight smile came from Sara's face. No reply at all was forthcoming. She pulled a chair over the computer. The hard-drive whirred into activity as she began giving it some commands. Derek couldn't see what she was doing.

"Look - get me the fuck out of here lady." Derek began to strain as hard as he could against his bonds, but only earned himself some rope burns.

Sara stood up, and walked out of Derek's sight. There was the sound of a cabinet opening. Then some other sounds. When Sara came into his field of view again, she was holding a hypodermic needle.

"Now - this is for the pain."

Derek began to squirm.

"But I'm not in any pain."

Sara plunged the needle into the IV.

"No. Not yet."

A sudden heaviness settled over Derek. It was difficult to think properly.

When she sat back down at the computer, there was another sound of computer activity. Then a few loud beeps from the tiny PC speaker.

"Now then Mr Coldwell. This is going to hurt. A lot."

All of a sudden the IV leading to the machine changed color. The liquid inside, which was clear before, began to darken settling finally on a dark green. Some type of device swung out on an arm and a larger needle pierced his neck on the side. There was a sharp pain all down his spine, followed by more numbing sensations, then the feeling of some type of heavy liquid being pumped into him.

As soon as it began, it all ended. The liquid running into his IV turned clear again, and the needle in his neck retracted. The door opened, and two more women, not as attractive as Sara entered. One was pushing a cart filled with cans of a diet / protein shake. They untied his bonds. Immediately Derek tried to stand up, but could only manage to weakly flop himself on his side. His arms were all but useless. The two would-be nurses sat him up, and began to dump the shake down his throat. His back was beginning to hurt, and he was developing a massive headache. He spluttered on the shake and tried to shove their arms away - but it was either choke on the stuff or swallow. He had no choice. He thought he was going to vomit it up as they kept dumping can after can into him. Finally they were finished. They roughly hauled him to his feet. He could obviously not stand without assistance.

Sarah came around and took his vitals. His head began to itch horribly.

"Wha...is...happ...."

Sarah only smiled.

"Whats happening Mr. Coldwell? Why - a medical and scientific breakthrough. Take him to his room please."

Sara went back to the computer as the two nurses dragged him bodily down the hall. They passed door after door until they finally reached the end of the hallway. The end door was thrust open, and he was led to a bed where he was laid down. In the corner he noticed was another case of the protein drink. Just as he was about to ask what it was for, Sara walked back in with another hypodermic. She roughly administered whatever was in it directly to his neck. He stared into her green eyes as the world went black.

Pain woke him. He thrashed to the side, as an immense pain shot thought his back. Something was wrong. He shouted out in pain. The numbness was fading, but there was still dullness to his actions. He thrashed about and fell off the bed. Pain lanced through his head, and he could no longer turn it side to side as he lay on his back. The pain intensified until finally he could no longer stand it, and passed out.

Derek woke some time later. He was ravenously hungry. He was also still in pain. His head hurt. His lower back was in agony, and his legs felt very odd. He thrashed around trying to stand up, and couldn't. He looked over to the side of the room where the shakes were on a low table. His vision looked flattened and odd. There was a blind spot directly in front of him. He dragged himself over to the table and reached for a can. As he did so, he saw his arm was covered in fur. Not hair, not skin, but dark black fur. There was no time to worry about that. He had to drink the shake. There was no other purpose. He downed can after can after can until there were no more.

Suddenly as he finished there was immense pain again in his head. He passed out.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Mr. Coldwell. What will we do with you?" Another woman was standing in front of him. She was a large woman. Not fat, not husky, but muscular in a freakish way. She had short black hair, and was also wearing some type of medical smock. She held a stick at her side.

All of a sudden Derek was filled with Rage. He tried to stand up, and fell as his feet slipped. There was something wrong with his feet! He began to scramble towards the lady and screamed. It came out as a deep rage full inhuman bellow. The lady quickly jabbed the stick at him and he was stunned. IT was a cattle prod.

"None of that now. Come along."

She reached down with one huge hand, and roughly grabbed him by the HORN??? and began dragging him down the hall. Door after door passed him.

A horn?

The stun had worn off from the cattle prod, but the shock of a horn had not. He was roughly thrown into another room, and the door quickly shut.

HORN??

Franticly Derek began taking stock. His arms were covered in black fur. His vision was badly impaired in the front of him, and colors were dully muted. His jeans were nothing more than tatters and rags. They wouldn't have fit his new huge frame anyway. His legs were massively huge, and ended in hooves. Derek tried to scream but the same rage full bellow came out of his mouth.

Suddenly there was a sound behind him. Derek quickly tried to turn his head, but one long horn hit a wall. Then all of a sudden something came into his line of sight.

The lights in this new room were non-existent, but Derek could still see! In front of him was a minotaur. White, and tall. It awkwardly walked twords him. It was definitely male. It had a frightened look in it's eye and was making hand gestures. Derek recognized the international sign of "calm down" - palms down in a pushing down motion.

Derek calmed. The creature was huge. It stood probably about seven feet tall. It was very muscular and entirely white. Its eyes were a pinkish color. Derek looked down at his arms and legs again. Black fur covered him entirely. Jet black.

The minotaur reached him. It reached out it's hands and grasped Derek's. He gently pulled him up into a standing position. The hoofed feet were a challenge to stand on, but after a few shaky moments, Derek was standing. He was taller than the other minotaur by half a head. The other began to take steps backwards, pulling Derek with him. He pulled him to a bench where Derek sat down.

As he looked around he was shocked. Another minotaur, obviously dead lay in a corner near the door, no obvious sign of trauma on it's body. On another bench sat something that looked like a satyr. Half man, half goat. It's human head was in it's hands and it was crying. In the other side of the room was a minotaur thing. Instead of bull though, it had a horse's head.

Derek looked at the other minotaur and tried sign language. He had picked some up in high school. Unfortunately, the other minotaur shrugged his shoulders and shook his nead "no." Derek pointed to the Sayter. Again a shrug. To the horse. Another shrug.

Derek sighed.

He tried to speak.

"oooo aaaarrrr oooooggggh."

Speech was not an option. His tongue was too big. His vocal chords were working, and his teeth and jaw could frame the words, but his tongue was in the way.

Suddenly the door opened. The lights came on, blinding Derek for a moment. A few seconds went by as his eyes re-adjusted. The satyr screamed.

"Oh God no Oh God no Oh God no..."

"Good morning gentlemen."

Dr. Smith (Sara) stood before them, the hugely muscular woman as well. This time it was no cattle prod she held. It was a gun.

"Ah, I see William didn't make it." Dr. Smith stooped down, and examined the dead minotaur. "Hrm. Shock. I guess he wasn't as strong as I thought."

"Come on Samuel! You can do it!!!" Samuel put his back into it. William strained. The arm wrestling had been going on for 5 minutes. William was sweating badly, as was Samuel. Samuel's blond countenance contrasted to William's. Where Samuel was clean-shaven and light, William was dark with a goatee. Finally Samuels' arms strained again, and he forced William's arm over. He'd won.

"Wow. Very impressive Samuel. You have such big --- muscles..." the blond --- Sara was her name.

"Come on Derek, you're next, then it's your turn Jason!" he said gesturing to both Derek and his friend Jason.

"Coleen, see to the body when we're done."

"Right boss." The huge muscular woman who had dragged Derek into this room nodded.

So THAT is what happened. Derek had been a friend with William his entire life. This lady had been at the party. Well, himself and William were accounted for. He recognized the fear-flushed face of the Satyr as that of one of the other guests he didn't know by name. But was the other minotaur Samuel?

"That leaves us, Derek, Jason, and Tom and Benjamin over there. Well boys, congratulations. You've passed test number one. Time for test number two."

At Jason's name, the Sayter perked up.

Samuel wasn't one of those in here. Jason and Tom he remembered. They were lovers, and friends of William. Or were.

The two ladies left, locking the door.

"Jason!? JASON!?" The satyr scrambled to its feet and fell half way to the white minotaur. They embraced. The minotaur crying out in a low bellow, and Tom crying out in a human cry. "I thought I'd loose you. Where's Samuel? Is that Derek?" Tom looked over at Derek. He had been handsome as a human. He had a nicely muscled upper body, and a hairy chest. He had a goatee like his lover's. Derek had never been homophobic, but wasn't entirely comfortable around gay people. He nodded when his name was mentioned.

"Do you remember anything?" Derek and Jason both shook their heads "no."

"I do. I remember watching her go off with Derek into one of the back rooms. Then she came out a half hour later. I asked her about you Derek, but she said you were asleep, and a great lay. Then she got me a drink and we chatted for a while. Then I saw you Jason, asleep on the couch. I couldn't see Samuel anywhere. Then all of a sudden I passed out."

Tom looked down at himself he began to cry. Derek began to feel despair himself. His parents. His sister! His friends, and job. What was he going to do NOW? He was a freak! Suddenly Jason and Tom both embraced them - all three of them bellowing their sorrow.

Sometime that night a female nurse pushed a cart into the room containing more of the shake. All three of them downed the drinks eagerly. Shortly afterwards they fell asleep.

"Up you go Gentlemen!" Dr. Smith's voice shouted. Derek opened his eyes. He was standing with his hands tied above him, half standing half hanging in a painful position. He was outside!!! They were in a forest of some type. Trees surrounded them, and the sounds of nature echoed in the forest. There was an obstacle course of some type all around them. Six men stood perimeter guard around the course. They held M-16 rifles. They also wore all black. They screamed "secret government agents."

All of a sudden his hands were cut free. Derek scrambled and remained on his own two feet. He looked down, and noticed he was entirely naked. He glanced left, and saw that Jason and Tom were as well. The remains of their own clothing removed as were his. Jason was cut loose, and didn't even scramble. He remained upright easily. Tom wasn't so lucky. He fell flat on his face.

"Now. Run the course." Sara looked down at her clipboard. She held a stop watch in her other hand. Coleen held up a starter pistol and fired. Derek just stood there. Coleen approached the trio with the cattle prod. Derek needed no other warning. He took some steps forward.

This part of the course was nothing more than a path about fifty yards long. Jason passed him and kept walking. Derek noticed that Jason had a tail at the base of his spine. Momentarily distracted Derek reached around to see if he had one as well, and fell hard to the side. His horn caught on a tree branch - snapping the branch in two. He hefted himself up and glanced back. Tom was finally getting the hang of his legs. In front of him Jason was reaching the next obstacle.

The obstacle was a monkey bar. Derek had never been in the military, and hadn't used one of these since elementary school. Jason was half way across by the time he got there. Derek carefully managed to get his horns inside and hefted himself up. He was surprised at how easy this was. It was no effort to swing himself down the bars, almost catching up to Jason. Next was a rope wall, with the proverbial mud pit on the other side.

if I can...just...reach...

Derek stopped. He looked back. Tom was grunting and trying to reach the bars. But he hadn't spoken!

He glanced at the women who were frowning at him. He hefted himself up the wall quickly, and clambered down the other side. There was a rope here. He couldn't see Jason. Something dawned on him. He just jumped into the mud. It was knee deep.

Jason was in front of him clutching his leg. Looking up, Derek saw the second rope. It had broken under the weight.

OwmutherfuckerthatfuckinghurtGodIhatethis

Derek helped Jason up and helped him through the rest of the course. Jason lagged behind.

Finally all three of them panted to the finish.

click

Hrm. Twenty minutes. Not bad. Take em inside.

Colleen escorted the trio back to the building. Derek could see it was only a cement bunker. Male guards at every major hallway and entrance. Cameras mounted on the walls everywhere. There was no parking lot. No helicopter pad. Nothing. Very odd.

The trio stepped into the hallway, then went down another corridor. All three were led into another room. This one was white and clean. Three beds sat in the middle.

"Sit down Gentlemen."

Dr. Smith walked in brusquely.

She sat down on a char, while the other three each took a bed.

"Gentlemen, I will not apologize for bringing you here. I will not give you some mumbo-jumbo speech about the "good of your country. You wouldn't believe it, and it wouldn't be true."

She set down her clipboard. A guard with a gun stood at the door.

Then what the fuck is this!?

The voice echoed in his head. Telepathy!?

Jason? Derek? Tom? Well we can communicate. DONT GIVE A REACTION STAY QUIET

That must have been Jason.

"Gentlemen, you were selected by me, and brought here to be modified for various reasons. One is warfare. Another is subterfuge, and the third is well, top secret. You have no choice. You will either submit, and go along with it, or you will be put to death."

At these words the door was opened. A screaming minotaur was brought in. It thrashed at it's cuffs, and chains. Rage filled it's eyes, and it lunged for Dr. Smith. She sat still.

A single shot rang out. The minotaur dropped dead. Coleen put her pistol back in her belt. Blood oozed from the back of the minotaurs head.

"However." Dr. Smith stood up and walked over to the body examining it.

"There is the possibility of great reward. More money than you can dream of. Land of your own. And, of course, your old life back. Think on it. Coleen, clean this mess up."

Coleen dragged the body out the door, leaving a bloodstain. The guard closed the door.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!? Jason shouted mentally.

I don't know, but I don't like it. Derek thought back. Tom was staring at the blood.

Oh God No. We have to get out of here Tom thought at the two.

We can't! You heard her! You saw what happened to that other --- thing. They'll kill us!!! Jason wailed. He stood up.

He paced the room his huge frame was tense, and his tail thrashed as he "spoke."

We'll have to go along for now. If we can find a way out of this we should. I don't think they know that we can communicate this way. Maybe it's a side effect. Who knows.

Here they come. Derek announced. He could hear the group coming down the hall.

The door opened. Dr. Smith was standing in the doorway. "Any dissenters? No? Then let me introduce you to your trainer. Samuel Downing."

Samuel stood in the doorway with a crooked smile.

All those years in the bar. All those years drinking with his friend. Gone. He was no friend.

"So you will be trained in silent combat, normal combat, assassination, spying, and subterfuge. You're new forms will give you a distinct advantage in some areas." Samuel finished smiling.

The three were motionless. Tom had a blank look on his face, but underneath Derek could hear his thoughts.

mother fucker I agree Jason responded motionless. Make that times three Derek chimed in.

"No response eh? Not even a 'thank you' Tom?"

"What fucking choice do we HAVE Samuel?" Tom shouted standing up.

Samuel smiled embarrassed. "The same as me. I can't go into it, but I'm as stuck in this as you, and have been for a long time. Just - trust me."

"Fuck off." Tom stated flatly.

Samuel shrugged.

"Will you at least do what I say?"

Tom nodded. Derek nodded. Jason nodded.

"Good. Some more tests this afternoon."

He stood up and left.

A group of female doctors came in. That was when Derek noticed the difference.

These doctors were all female, and gorgeous. But he couldn't respond. He wasn't aroused at all. Why?

Various tests were performed. They were prodded, probed and scanned over the course of the afternoon.

Finally all three were ushered back into the room with the three beds. The bloodstain was gone.

Dr. Smith came in. She had three vials. She sat them down. She motioned all three to sit on their beds.

"One last test." She announced. She handed each a bottle. Each bottle had a label, with only their name on it. "Open these when I've left the room ONLY.

She stood up and smiled and left.

Tom looked at Jason who shrugged.

Whatever Jason said. "On three" Tom said. "We can't be fucked more than we already are."

One two three

Three bottles were opened.

Something happened. Something major. If you had asked Derek years later what it was, he wouldn't have been able to describe it without smiling. IT was as if he had hit puberty.

There was a smell. He didn't know what it was, but it was nice. All of a sudden his cock began to get hard. He looked down and saw that he was precuming. His shaft was lengthening out of his sheath. It grew bigger and bigger. He reached down and began to beat off. Nothing else mattered. He glanced over and saw Jason and Tom. They were fight......no it wasn't fighting. But it did start with an 'F.'

Derek watched. His own cock getting harder. He looked down at himself and was immediately turned on. His balls were huge. The size of grapefruits at least. His cock was at least 18 inches long. He bent down and found he could fit it in his own mouth. He sucked like crazy - his bovine tongue turning himself on so much he couldn't stand it. He glanced over and saw that Jason and Tom were watching him. It turned him on so much he came. He shot cup after cup of cum into his own mouth. It dribbled down his chin, and his hugely muscular chest. He kept sucking until he could cum no more. He heard Jason and Tom both bellow and scream. Tom was topping Jason, and he saw they were both cumming. Tom's cock no where near as large as Jason's or Derek's. Tom pulled out and sprayed his cum all over Jason's back, and Jason spilled cup after cup on the floor.

Exhausted All thee sat there for a while. Tom and Jason embracing. Derek just panting.

The smell.

It must have been pheremones!

Derek's energy was quickly coming back. He tried to control himself, but couldn't. He strode over to Tom and Jason. He looked down at Jason. The huge white muscular minotaur was panting with exhaustion.

Mate

What? Jason responded. His huge form tensed.

Mate. With me Derek could barely control his thoughts. But he knew he wanted this.

But --- you're straight

"I don't think you shou.."Tom began. Derek slapped Jason's muzzle hard him and stood over him.

I will mate with you next. He sent to Tom.

Derek reached over and grabbed Jason's horns and forced off the bed physically and Jason sank tohis knees. Derek was easily much bigger and stronger than Jason.

Derek's cock was getting hard again. He forced it into Jason's bovine mouth.

Yield Derek shouted into his mind.

Jason yielded and began sucking. He could only fit about half of the massive bull cock into his bovine mouth. His tongue made Derek shiver. After a few minutes Derek reached down and grabbed Jason's horns and hauled up up and threw him on his stomach onto the bed. He still had Tom's cum on his back. Derek scooped some up and spread it all over his ass under Jason's tail.

Jason's tail raised in invitation.

Yes Both Jason and Tom gasped mentally. Tom was quickly stroking himself - his cock hard at 9 inches.

Slowly Derek entered Jason. He began to pump deeply into him. Jason moaned, his muscular back and ass both tightening as Derek pushed in further. Finally Derek was all the way inside. He began to thrust hard. Thrust after thrust until finally his cun shot into Jason's ass. All of a sudden Jason's ass was warm and slippery with cum, which made Derek cum even harder. Tom moaned as he shot his own cum into the air.

The door opened. Coleen entered and picked up all three bottles. She put the tops on them and left the room.

Slowly all three of them began to come out of their stupor.

Wow "Wow" shit

Derek had never fucked a guy before. But this wasn't a guy. It was a bull. IT was --- it was...

Wonderful.....

All three looked at each other from their positions. Their cocks slowly going back to soft.

All three laughed.

Maybe it WOULD be worth it....

Dr. Smith walked in shortly after they had managed to clean themselves, and the room up a little bit. She strode through the door and stood there smiling. "Well - I hope you three had fun. Please follow me to the debriefing room."

Derek looked at Jason and Tom - who both shrugged. The three of them followed Dr. Smith down the hallway. After a good fifty yards, and three turns later, they came to a large room. The room was filled with desks, much as you would find at a university. Each one had a pad and pencil. In the front of the room, which was indeed like a lecture hall, was a podium with a microphone, and a movie screen. The room was empty of any occupants.

"Have a seat Gentlemen, the others will be here shortly. Wear these." She handed them armbands. They had a symbol on them and their name on each one. The symbol was of a white bull on a black background."

I feel like a Nazi said Tom. The other two nodded but donned the arm bands and took their seats. They all sat in the middle row.

Soon after other creatures were being escorted into the room. There were minotaurs, satyrs, centaurs, griffins, many other creatures that Derek had no idea what they were. They were led in by groups of three or four. The largest was six, and those were the griffins. In all there were about 50 of them. The Centaurs had to stand in the back.

Derek noticed that not all of them walked easily. Some were clearly still awkward in their forms.

A chattering went up and conversation was hard to hear - at least from those who still had human mouths. The others were staring at the room or each other. There was a mental cacophony as thoughts streamed from minds.

About ten minutes later the lights dimmed somewhat.

A man in military uniform stepped to the podium. He was older, in his mid 50's with gray hair kept short in the military style. Derek had no idea what his rank was by all the insignias, but by the amount of them, he must be important.

"Good afternoon Gentlemen, my name is Colonel Lang. I believe we can start now."

His voice was authoritative and deep. At once everyone went quiet in order to hear what this man had to say.

The screen flickered and showed the United States Seal - it flashed into another slide and the words "THIS BRIEFING IS TOP SECRET."

"This Briefing will let you all know what you are in for. I am sorry to say that all of you have been drafted into the military under the proper regulations. The manner of your draft was not normal, but is in fact, top secret. You all have no choice in being here and soon you will know why."

The slide clicked. The next screen showed only the words "Project Centaur."

The slide disappeared and a film began - it was black and white and grainy showed a German swastika, along with some German words. The film was grainy, except for a small portion towards the bottom that read "Top Secret in clear white."

The swastika faded away to reveal a German officer in front of a desk. Derek could not shake the feeling of deja vu, since the officer in front of them was standing in a similar pose.

There was some faint German audio followed by an overlay of modern English.

"This project is considered confidential and is only intended for those dedicated to the furthering of the Aryan race."

The scene shifted. It was the Parthenon. "All perfect races descend from the one race, the Aryan Race. It was known that those who are Aryan came from the classic cultures. We have all heard of stories of Cerebus, The Minotaur, Centaurs, mighty fighting creatures who were thought to be mythological."

The scene flashed between carvings of Greek centaurs, pottery paintings of the minotaurs, and others. It was a study in art. Surely some of these pieces were never seen after the liberation of the war loot after the war.

What the hell does this have to do with US?

Shhhh! Another mental voice sent.

The image changed to a WWII German Hospital.

"We have discovered that these stories were not all myth, and some were based in fact. With the help of ancient Greek texts we have unlocked their secrets."

The next images were reminiscent of what Derek himself went through. The German soldier was strapped to a gurney, and injected with a concoction. Slowly, through a series of still images, the man was shown to change to a minotaur.

Holy Shit! Derek thought but did not send.

Then the image became whitish followed by grainy bits, and then nothing suddenly the image of the minotaur was standing and was handed a rifle.

The film went blank, and the lights came on. Faces, human and non, were showing distinct surprise. The officer in front of them continued.

"In 1944, a special unit of the Army Special Forces infiltrated a German research laboratory, what they found were creatures, like you. Some afraid, and some not. But one thing was certain, all were not human. They killed all of them in battle. The fighting was fierce. What follows is not pretty."

The film was in early color. The images displayed were grotesque. Gutted minotaurs, centaurs. Derek felt as if he were watching a version of the Area 51 Alien video. The officer continued.

"In our research over the years, not only have we discovered the secrets that the German scientists had uncovered, but we perfected it. Not only was "chance" taken out of the equation, for only one in four would survive, but deformities were eliminated."

The following images were of horribly misshapen creatures. Most dead, some had arms protruding out of their heads, others had distinctly animal heads. These imaged were in a clearer color and by the clothes on the human scientists in the pictures, probably dated from the 1970's.

The officer licked his fingers and turned a page in a book that Derek had missed. It was placed on the podium.

"You all have a chance. To help mankind against a greater disaster. The United States has done this in order to create new soldiers who can prosper in worse climes than even the Germans had to endure in Russia. Heat, Cold, low oxygen. Many other circumstances. At the end of a year, you all will be given a choice. Continued volunteerism, or decommission and a return to your human shape."

A clamor arose from a dozen throats. Some shrilly shrieking if they could not form human words.

The man placed his hands on the table.

"We are at war. With enemies from all sides, and from sources you cannot comprehend. If you refuse, well, refusal is not an option, and you will be considered a deserter."

The man picked up the paperwork in front of him.

"Continue in your studies and situations. Some of you will be transferred to different climes. Some to preserves to see how you handle situations with your new senses. The others will remain here."

The man's face softened.

"We are not cruel, but we are demanding. WE need your help, now more than ever."

He saluted them. A perfect text book salute, if Derek was any judge.

Almost too perfect....

Derek looked to Jason who only raised an eyebrow.

In the end, Jason and Derek ended up in the same room together. The room had two single beds - one on each side, a window that overlooked a dense forest, and at the end was a small grimy table. The entrance was at the foot of the beds, and a small bathroom next to the entrance, big enough for a small shower, toilet, and sink.

They hadn't been moved out of the building at all. The same bleak metal walls greeted them when they entered. The same type of metal door closed seamlessly into the wall, and a definite click reminded them that they were no guest in this place.

Derek let his mind wander back to the time right after the officer left. Most of the non humans milled around confused. A lot were skeptical of the situation and the circumstances, some were resigned, and a very few were either fanatically devoted to the "Cause of the military" or were catatonic with fear.

Derek, Jason, and a few others had milled around wondering what would happen when another man entered. He had barked a few orders, and the group was split by species. Minotaurs, centaurs, and something called equitaurs, who were similar to minotaurs, yet with equine heads, were kept at the current facility, the rest were taken "elsewhere."

The group staying had been lead to another room, where they were divided further, into subspecies. Derek wouldn't have figured a subspecies of minotaur, but it turned out there was.

They were separated by the type of bull they resembled. Derek and Jason were of the "longhorn" sub type. Then from there the groups were divided yet further. It Turned out there were two other "longhorn" types.

The badges they had been given had been supplemented by a second, worn on their left arm. This one denoted (supposedly) the subgroup they were in. Longhorn 1's were a yellow band, with a red bull.

Out of this subgroup there were six, all grouped into pairs. Jason, and Derek were grouped together, and led to this room with instructions to stay here.

This so sucks, it isn't funny. Jason sat down on the bed. It creaked under his enormous weight. The bed let off a musty smell, as if it had been in storage for a long time.

Better be careful with that, you might crush it. Derek though back at his friend. Derek walked over to the window and stared out. Sentries, every 10 feet guarded the exterior of the building. Beyond that were trees. Thousands of redwoods.

Well, at least we're somewhere with scenery. Derek thought back. Jason only sighed. He laid down on the bed and crossed his furry arms over his eyes. His right horn snagged momentarily on the leg of the table, which abutted the bed. A quick shake set it free, and almost upset the table. Jason snorted.

It wouldn't be so bad, if they would tell us what really is going on. I mean, why us, why this time, and why the heck would they do this to us!? Jason wailed mentally. Derek was glad that the new loincloth he wore covered enough of his manhood - or bullhood - he still wasn't sure which - that his semi-aroused state didn't show.

That scent was back - but it was muted somehow.

Derek sat down on his own bed. And looked the room over. ON a second glance, he caught sight of some type of robe folded under Jason's bed. A quick glance under his revealed the same type of robe. He snatched it up and shrugged it on.

The noise of this prompted Jason to remove his arm from his eyes. Quickly noticing what was going on, he found his own robe, and donned it.

Well - thats one thing out of the way. I'd hate to have to go through that - thing again. Derek thought.

Oh? Jason mentally chuckled. Derek raised an eyebrow...

Well - I'm not gay...so....I'm...Derek stopped at the look Jason gave him. Jason stood quickly and stalked over and stood looming over Derek who was seated.

You're not gay? Fine. But don't start with any type of attitude. Under the influence of that stuff you were aroused - simply aroused. Do you think you would have done what you did if you didn't have a modicum of arousal in you? Never pass judgment or so help me, I'll twist your horns into a pretzel. Jason turned and laid back down, scraping his horn against the wall leaving a jagged gouge in the metal. He closed his eyes and apparently fell asleep.

Derek sat for a minute stunned. He wasn't gay. Not at all. He hadn't wanted to do what he did, but he did and that was that. It wasn't like it was going to happen again right? It was a fluke - and he was manipulated.

He laid down on his own bed, a little more careful of his horns than Jason was. He laid flat on his back and stared at the ceiling. The flat spot in his vision annoyed him to no end.

Hrmph! Gay - no he wasn't. He was just - well - sexual. Yah - thats what he was.

His mind turned around this thought for a while until the sky turned dark outside. No lights were on in the room, and soon it was dark. Derek closed his eyes...and slept...with one last thought....

Wasn't as if I would have asked to be gay anyway if I was.....

Light streamed in the window, and a knock at the door awoke Derek and Jason. The door flung open, metal separating from metal. Both sat up, Derek accidentally slashed his horn against the wall leaving a deep gouge that rivaled Jason's.

Four men, in medical uniforms, with Derek and Jason's yellow arm band with a red bull on them came in. All three were of military cut, well - almost. One looked uncomfortable, and had a fresh haircut. The freshly cut one barked the orders.

"Ok you two, get up. We need to take some samples, and we've brought you your food. Be ready in an hour for exercise and training." Derek and Jason sat up on their bed, while the three other attendants brought in carts with various needles, and canisters. Both Derek and Jason were made to urinate into the cups, which were large enough to capture their non-human sized samples. Then both had at least 6 vials of blood taken. As soon as the last drop was taken, two more carts were brought in, with food trays. The attendants left with a reminder of the exercise and training session, and a pamphlet on each.

Silence descended while both Jason and Derek ate the bland and tasteless gruel. Neither was inclined to talk after the outburst of the night before. Derek felt his nerves were a little raw. After all - so much had happened he had forgotten his sister --- she might worry. Sure - she lived in Washington state, some thousand miles away, but still....

The tray slamming down caught Derek's attention.

Look - sorry I burst out - but dammit - what am I supposed to do!? Jason shouted mentally. He stood up and shoved his tray away. He looked rather careworn. His fur was a little rumpled where he slept. One horn was getting a scuffed look where he scraped it on the wall. He turned and walked to the window. A moaning sigh escaped from his mouth. The bovine lowe broke Derek's heart.

I know --- he's --- you're partner and you miss him. Derek thought back - his own hands clasped in his lap. He sighed and then brought his head up...at the sound of a sigh and.....

Derek would have sworn it was a chuckle. Not a mental one, but an audible one. Jason was chuckling. His head down. His eyes looked a bit wet. Derek was confused....I ah - I'm sorry - I thought...

Jason whirled around. Thought? If you thought anything - you'd be about as smart as an anvil you fool. Derek looked at Jason. His eyes were wide, his bovine nostrils were flared in anger, and his bulging arms were tense. Why do you THINK I'm upset!?

Derek shook his head. The weight of his horns was distracting him. Every time he moved his head, it went further than he thought. I thought - you two - well - I thought you would....

Jason sighed and sat down. Yah - I though we would too...last...well... But do you know how long I .....well....I....

Derek caught it. It was a mental blush. Embarrasment from Jason --- for him? About him? Because...

Oh...I.....well.....

Derek stood and walked to the window. He placed his hand against the pane of glass. Bars kept both of them from trying that route of escape without tools. The glass was cool to the touch. He stared at the pine trees interspersed among the redwoods. He saw a reflection in the glass. He figured Jason was right behind him. He was not mistaken when he felt the shorter minotaur reach up and place his hand on his shoulder.

Derek....its ok. I do miss him - and need him, but for years I you as well. We've been friends for years. Ever since high school, but well, you never gave me the time of day until yesterday. - sexually at least. Now here we are - beasts of some type, drafted or something, and forced together. I'm.....sorry....if I thought that...well....thought that something had done this....for....ah....

Jason was quiet for a moment. There was the audible sound of a swallow. Derek almost dreaded the word that would come next....he knew it would be 'us.' But it never came in time...the door slammed open.

"Time to move out men!"

Derek jogged along the mountain trail. They had supplied him and Jason, as well as the others, with some type of running pants. They were a dark gray, with a red bull logo, and similar to sweat pants. They helped - for modesty's sake. There were 10 of them, all minotaurs, this morning running this trail. It wound through the forest, up hills, down hills, and back to the compound, and then around again. They'd been at it for almost three hours before Derek even felt slightly tired.

Wow - this is amazing. Wish I'd had this type of stamina before! Derek thought at Jason, who was three lengths ahead.

Yah --- I know what you mean. Derek and Jason had run almost thirty miles so far. The more they ran, the surer of their footing they became as well. Hooves, while not their normal feet, were more suited to these situations. Finally after one more lap the exercise was brought to a halt.

The group of minotaurs were taken to a mess hall, where they were fed tasteless thick gruel. Guards with machines guns looked on. This was the first time that Derek noticed their food had no meat at all. As soon as he thought that there was a sense that meat would make him ill. Then he remembered what he was. He ate and ate, and of course drank more of that evil protein concoction. As soon as the group were finished, they were taken to yet another room.

The room was of medium size with chairs all around. The minotaurs sat on huge wooden backless stools. Jason sat next to Derek. There was an uncomfortable silence. Derek glanced around, he, Jason, and one other had the "longhorn" arm band. Another group of three that had green armbands, had horns that pointed downish. The others had a red band that had horns that pointed almost straight up. There were five in that group.

I wonder what happens next. Jason sent to Derek. One of the others has overheard and shrugged. It was a small, thin version of Derek with horn's down. He had an Italian mental accent. I ah - don't ah know. Derek sniffed the air. Something was different. There was a scent. And a sound. Listen! Derek sent.

I hear it too.... Jason sent. It was a hissing sound. Gas? Was there a gas leak. The others looked up. Their nostrils flaring. Then it hit Derek.

Oh God...He felt the tightening in his crotch. Slowly his cock began to harden. Oh no - Jason -again --- its happening again.... Jayson's eyes were wide. I know....

Then all hell broke loose. Two of the group with downward horns were already going at it...with the other three forming a threesome. The other group - the "short horns" as Derek was calling them, were trying to hold out. The smell....it was musty... was not coming from just the vents anymore. The first group smelled strongly of a similar musky smell with came from their nether regions...which only made things worse for Derek.

That was when it happened.

The other longhorn was almost as tall as Derek. He was pure brown, and looked determined. He stood up and pulled his robe off. His muscular frame was tense, as we walked over to Derek.

You are mine.... Derek could smell the same pheromone smell emanating from the beasts cock. It was slowly growing stiff, the minotaurs balls were huge - bigger than Derek's. Derek looked up....something was pulling him to stand up. He stood up and turned his back to the other.

No. Jayson stood next to Derek....who had his back to the other. No...he's mine. Jayson sounded angry - and his mental voice sounded as if it were on the verge of cracking. Derek concentrated hard...he tried to fight the impulse --- but couldn't...his own cock was hardening but there was little he could do. He whimpered. Something told him to get on his knees, but he couldn't. He wouldn't!

Derek thought frantically....Frank....that was his name. We met during practice today --- the brown minotaur who wanted to....mate!

Frank.....thought Derek. It was hard to communicate with words now. Frank...no - I....I am...I can't....

There was a low bellow and the sound of hooves hitting the floor in a run. Derek was hit from behind....but not squarely. He fell on his side and rolled over. Frank was on top of Jason. Frank, being the same size as Derek could easily overpower Jason. Jason looked determined...and quickly brought up his knee. It hit Frank squarely in the groin.

The baleful moan and growl combined spread through out he room. All of the others were engaged in some manner. Two were masturbating while watching the spectacle of the fight. The other two --- well....

Frank sprang up and went for...Derek!!!

Derek scrambled to an upright position and spun....quickly bringing his hands to grasp the others furry throat....he began to squeeze.

No....I am NOT yours....I will NEVER be yours...I am NOT yours to mate with....do you UNDERSTAND!?.....

Frank brought his hand around in order to hit Derek...but missed....Derek squeezed harder. I am only for who I choose - and I do NOT choose you, scum. I am not yours - I am....his....

Derek's grip loosened for a second as he thought about what he said. IT was a second too long as Frank - the other minotaur spun and made a sweeping kick, his hard hoof sending Derek's legs out from underneath him and Derek fell, hard, on his back, his tail folding beneath him. Before the other could do anything...Derek watched as Jayon grabbed the other by the nape of his neck and one horn and flung him to the ground.....

Jayson pulled himself up, and placed one hoof on the others chest.

Mine....

He pressed down hard with his hoof, digging it into the fur and skin - the other minotaur groaned.

MINE!!!!

Frank nodded.....

I said MINE.....!!!

yes....yours....

Derek realized the words came from him as well as Frank...before Frank passed out...and the guards came in...then he too passed out....

Derek woke up in their quarters. Jason was sitting over him as Derek lay on his bed. Its ok...its over. Jason sent. There was a look of concern in his bovine eyes. The guards did nothing. After the others had finished, we were taken away. I stood over you while Frank seethed. I think things are going to get complicated. Jason laid his ears down in anguish.

Derek chuckled. More than they are you mean?

No! Listen to me. What is going on between us....I can't explain. Tom and I had been together for years. Yah - we cheated - more his idea than mine - but I think that whats happening is being....I don't know....manipulated in some way. Like we're part of an experiment. But...in a way....what is being tested is things not associated with whats going on. I mean the transformation. I think our actions....were....a side effect....something innate...

Jason probably would have gone on, but there was a sound at the door. It opened, and Dr. Smith was standing there.

She was in a skimpy nurses outfit. Her ample breasts heaved as she sighed. "Ah....gentlemen. So glad to see you're feeling better Mr Coldwell." She walked in. The freakishly large lady Derek had seen before was behind her, holding the cattle prod.

She walked over to the other bed and sat down. Derek sat up in his own musty bed, Jayson sat next to Derek, cutting Dr. Smith off by sitting slightly in from him. Derek couldn't help notice that Jason was being protective...again. For once, that felt good.

"So....I see a bond is forming. Care to fill me in."

I don't want her to know anything about....Derek began but was interrupted. "Oh I know all about the mental communication. We'd be stupid if we didn't know it was a side effect. But we could detect it, and translate it so we could monitor you."

Derek noticed the odd earpiece. He had mistaken it for some type of Bluetooth device for a cell phone. Maybe that's what it was, but obviously it served another purpose.

Derek felt upset, but resigned. Then I don't want YOU to know anything about what I feel. That's not part of this. Derek shouted back at her with his mind. She chuckled. "No....no no no. Mr. Coldwell, you just don't get it do you. You have no choice." She laid her clipboard down on the bed, and strode to the window. Her blond hair fell down her back. Derek wondered why he felt nothing at the sight of her ample ass and sumptuous legs.

Oh no...

"What you are, and what you will become is in our hands. This is for science, for the military, and for mom's apple pie." She turned around and unbuttoned one button from her uniform, exposing the middle of her cleavage.

True. Maybe you're right Sarah. Derek thought at her. But I doubt that homosexuality was part of it. Or if it was, its an inconvenience to you. For me, Its a part of who I am now. Derek realized he was clenching, and clenching his fists. So, I will do what I have to for my country, for my lover, and for whoever says boo...but I will not do what you want me to for the sake of doing it. For one instant, Sarah, Dr. Smith, looked confused. Then she rallied. "Good. I see you are resolute. We did not expect that." She buttoned up her uniform, sighed and picked up her clipboard. She made a few notes with her pen. "Arm please?" She held out her hand to Derek.

First tell me why.

For once, Derek felt the smile was...well semi-geniune and not entirely forced or cynical. "To take a blood sample." She pulled out a needle. Derek held out his arm. Jason held out his. "Oh no - we're good here." She said as she withdrew the needle from Derek, and ignored Jason. She quickly stood, and walked out and the muscular woman only smirked as she slammed the door.