Unfiltered Science
Jenna whistled softly to herself, the making a few minor adjustments to the inner workings of her console. Today was the day that she would make it into all the textbooks. She had managed to make it work on a small scale, but this was the first teleportation device in all of the world that would be able to transmit something between two points at the speed of light.
Unfortunately both points had to be contained inside specially constructed circles, which had to be linked to the same control console. But the fact of the matter was that it worked. She had moved a chair from one side of the barn to the other yesterday afternoon, and now she was going to test it on a living creature of decent size.
Her test subject, a placid, friendly stallion named Red, was currently chewing hay nearby. She just had to put the finishing touches on the reconstruction calibration sequence and Red would be ready to become the first non-rodent to undergo true teleportation.
Though apparently something in Jenna's whistling was something again to the 'come here' signal he'd been trained with, and the Clydesdale began to trot towards the circle. Jenna quickly closed the panel and darted over to the horse, who had begun to step into the circle. The outer edges of the platform had sensitive circuitry that wouldn't take well to being stepped on by a two thousand pound horse.
In her haste Jenna didn't notice that her sleeve cuff caught on the activation level, and pulled it into the on position. "Shoo! Shoo!" she called to the horse, waving him back. Red stepped into the circle, thankfully missing the outer edge.
Jenna stepped into the circle, grabbing the horse by the reins, trying to make him back up to avoid breaking the delicate electronics. She heard the soft whine of the electrical charge building up in the machine, her eyes widening.
"Come on! Get off, you stupid horse! I don't have an idea what's going to happen with you half off and half on!" Jenna scolded, she only had ten seconds before the teleporter activated.
"Dammit." she said under her breath, pulling Red forward onto the pad. Apparently deciding Jenna was playing some sort of game, Red decided to back up a step and stop, his forelegs still inside the teleportation area, and his head most definitely in the way.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit." Jenna muttered, shoving him back, which only made him move forward, knocking the human onto her butt. She got back to her feet and tugged on Red's reins.
"Come on in here you big ugly... woooph!" Jenna sputtered as Red nosed her, hard. Shoving her off balance. She grabbed his reins to steady herself, not knowing how long exactly was left before the teleporter went off, not wanting to land partially in an partially out.
"You stupid horse!" she scolded, just as the circle lit up. There was a bright flash of light and both human and horse disappeared entirely.
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A moment later Jenna reappeared inside the other circle, Red's bridle around her neck, the bit in her mouth.
"Blech, horse slobber." she said, spitting it out and tossing it aside, immediately turning her head towards the original circle. No blood or horse bits around. So either Red had suffered complete molecular discorporation, or the teleporter had kicked him out in some seemingly random place. Probably the latter.
She'd never had a molecular discorporation in any of her testing. If there was a part of the object grounded to the circle itself, it usually got shunted out somewhere with the the teleporter's range, with the limited power it had, that was about 20 miles north or south, following the Earth's magnetic field. If it wasn't grounded, the part inside the circle got pulled along, while the rest of it stayed where it was.
Red had been standing inside the circle, so he'd likely have been thrown somewhere else by the teleporter. Bah, he was tagged properly, and it wasn't like he'd been missed. Red had belong to the ex-husband of Jenna's sister Sheryl, who cared for the beast only because it had been left of the farm when Edger had taken off with his secretary down to Vegas. Which was why Jenna was allowed to use him as a test subject.
She was watching over the farm while Sheryl was in town showing off her horses. It was the only place within an easy drive that she could set up the teleportation system inside a building, and have a large animal subject nearby without drawing attention.
Jenna sighed and walked over to the teleporter, shutting it down all the way. No doubt she'd be getting a call in the next few days about Red nibbling on flowers in somebody's garden. She sighed again, Jenna would have to bring in another test subject after she'd looked over all the data and recalibrated the machine for the mass of one of the milk cows, which had also been a project of Edgar's that Sheryl didn't want to carry on.
She'd fix the lever tomorrow, flip it around, and maybe devise a way to lock it in place so that she'd have to press a button or something that had to be pressed before it could be flipped on. Meh. She had one last chore to attend to, then it was time for dinner. It would take awhile for the data to compile, some time tomorrow afternoon. Plus tinkering with the machine, fixing the activation lever, getting the power settings right for the lighter bovine.
Too much or too little power, and you had flickers. Too little and the subject was in a half phased sort of limbo, partially at both sites, before the power gave out and returned the destination matter back to the original point, where the subject would phase back together. Too much and there would be extra power that would cause the subject to phase out and back in, which would be a problem only if they walked through something while they were out of sync with reality.
Thankfully there was a 200 pound safety margin, and at a demure 120, Jenna ought to be safe from phasing. It didn't even cross her mind that she was the first human being to teleport, all that she thought about was the accidental activation of the machine, and the fact that her test subject was gone due to such a screw up. She was sorely disappointed as she went to clean out the horse stalls.
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"Well, Amber, stall's nice and clean." Jenna said pleasantly to the tan mare, patting her flank. The mare was placed aside from the rest of the horses due to her heat, Sheryl was breeding her with a particular stallion, or artificially inseminating her, or something, Jenna wasn't too interested in horses fucking.
Jenna sneezed violently, and suddenly she felt funny, like a whole new world of scent had opened up before her. She could smell the barnyard animals all around her, the fresh hay on the ground and... mmm... something pleasant and musky that went right to her crotch.
She left the stall in a bit of a daze, latching it behind her, the pitchfork in her hand. She felt hot, wet, horny, incredibly horny all of a sudden. She needed to fuck, and fuck bad. Jenna collapsed onto a bench nearby, unbuckling her belt and sliding her jeans and panties down around her ankles. She was sopping wet all of a sudden.
Her mind was filled with lust, and since it was at hand, she took the handle of the pitch fork and pushed it gently into herself, laying down on the bench, legs spread, the tool resting on the bench as well, allowing Jenna to easily work the smooth wooden handle in and out of herself.
She moaned loudly, knowing there was no one around to hear except for the horses, and they didn't care. Jenna mmmed happily as she began rubbing slow circles around her clit with her other hand. She had long since discovered all the ways to press her own buttons properly, it happened when you were a workaholic without much of a social life, and spent your Friday nights and weekends staring at computer monitors until the wee hours of the morning.
Hmm... her clitty felt funny, a bit larger than she remember, thicker. But it did feel so very nice when she touched it. Probably just felt funny due to a lack of attention, she had worked herself into exhaustion the past few weeks, making sure everything was just right with the device, she hadn't really taken the time to get to know herself. So it was no surprise that with the stress of the machine out of the way, her lust would come crashing down on her.
Jenna suddenly felt like everything jumped. She had gasped, taking in a breath, and had suddenly been without air for a moment. Everything felt a little different then it had the moment before, the positioning of her shirt and bra, her feet in her boots, her position on the bench, the pitchfork handle inside of her, and feelings from her clit had gotten a little bit stronger.
But her thoughts of the strangeness were quickly drowned in a deluge of pleasure as she climaxed, a blazing, white hot sensation greater than any she had ever felt before. She felt a sticky wetness flowing over her hands, coating her thighs, and making the pitchfork rather gooey as well.
She had never done that before. Giggling, Jenna removed her boots, then her wet and sticky overall and panties, putting her boots back on before walking to a spigot nearby to wash off the pitchfork's handle. No need to leave it all gross and sticky when she'd have to use it tomorrow.
A butt naked stroll from the barn to the house sent Jenna into another giggle fit. She was really enjoying herself this afternoon. She thought about dinner, but found herself to be not very hungry at all, and a little achy all over for some reason. Maybe an effect of the teleportation, being held in flux by an electrical field made some of the nerves fire while phased out, resulting in muscle fatigue?
Meh, she'd think about it tomorrow. She stripped on her way up the stairs, stuffed her clothing into the clothes hamper, hopped in the shower, and went to bed. Her body seeming to operate on auto-pilot, as she felt a little out of touch with things. She remembered doing those things, but couldn't quite remember anything happening between them.
Probably just the stress and fatigue. And maybe the suppressed shock of being teleported. That was probably it. Her emotions seemed a bit flat regarding the whole thing. A sort of emotional detachment might've sunken in. Her mind plodding along as normal, but her body wasn't fooled by the mind's act of rationality.
Sleep. Everything would be better after some sleep.
Jenna yawned and snuggled under the covers, sleeping naked, as usual.
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The scientist awoke the next morning, feeling quite good. Her dreams had been... interesting, and erotic, as the moist bedsheets could attest to. They had been more of feelings than actual images, feelings of freedom, of the wind blowing through her hair, and later of sweet, warm, gooey sex. Filling and being filled, male and female, mounting and mounted at the same time.
She stripped the sheets from the bed, using them to clean herself off, gasping softly as the fabric rubbed over her sex. It felt so very sensitive. She reached down and felt her netherlips, they felt swollen and puffy to the touch. But they didn't hurt, they were just a little tender.
Jenna ignored her eager sex, going through her morning routine to get ready for the day. She felt great, like she could run for miles and not get tired. Despite her soreness and lethargy the previous night, Jenna felt ready and eager to get moving. After getting her business done in the bathroom and brushing her teeth, she began to get dressed.
She went with something simple and loose, a plain skirt and t-shirt. Though she had a bit of trouble getting her bra on. For some reason she couldn't get it to clasp, it just wouldn't reach. She sighed and tossed it aside, trying another, to the same result.
"Well, nothing to do but go without then." Jenna said with a snort, pulling on her shirt. It also felt a little tight. Jenna rolled her eyes and went to look in the mirror.
"Am I gaining weight, or retaining water, or what?" she muttered to herself, turning to the side and looking in the mirror. The shirt clung to her body tightly, it had been snug before, but now it hugged her frame rather nicely.
Though come to think of it, all her clothes felt a little bit tighter. Was that a result of the teleporter, or was she just gaining... gaining...
Jenna found herself licking her lips, fascinated by her reflection. She looked so sexy, tight t-shirt, erect nipples easily visible. Cute face, smooth pale skin, red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Jenna found that she really wanted to fuck herself. Not masturbation, an actual double of herself to press up against, to press her lips against, pull the shirt over her double's head and grab those luscious, beautiful breasts. Press up against her and... and...
She shook her head, banishing the strange, lustful thoughts from her mind. She was horny as hell, but she had chores to do. Hopefully some good, hard work would knock it right out of her system.
The fact that she'd missed a second meal, and didn't feel the least bit hungry never occurred to Jenna, who walked out the back door of the house, heading for the stables. One step out the back door and she ran right into a wall of black and white horse flesh. Or at least a barricade.
"Samsom!" Jenna scolded. The stallion was Sheryl's favorite horse, not because he was particularly pretty, or exemplifying the qualities of a particular breed, in fact the horse was an accidental mixture of breeds. But he had a fun, and somewhat obnoxious personality. He had figure out the gate's latch on the fence just outside the barn. He usually met Sheryl every morning for breakfast, the gate always closed behind him so the other horses wouldn't wander out.
The horse nickered softly and nibbled on the hem of Jenna's skirt, looking for the treats Sheryl usually kept in her pockets.
"No, nothing for you in there. You're getting a bit porky." Jenna said, petting Samson's head.
The horse stuck his nose underneath Jenna's skirt, and flipped it upward.
"Hey!" Jenna giggled, patting her skirt down, "Stop that!"
Samson leaned his head down and seemed prepared to do it again, when he paused, his tongue pressing against her already somewhat damp panties, making her shiver as it ran over her swollen lips and slightly aching clit. That also felt funny, like it had grown since last night as well. And not by a little, but by a lot.
Jenna backed up a step, a dull, lustful haze settling over her. She blinked a few times, reaching into her panties, gasping as a powerful pleasure shot through her as she felt her clit. It was definitely bigger, as big around as a quarter, and as long as her thumb. Almost like it was a small cock. It even felt hard.
Just like it had the previous night, things seemed to jump. The small length in her hand seemed to rocket outward, straining at her panties, filling her hand. Her clothes felt even tighter, her boots getting in on the act as well.
Her eyes widened and she dropped to her knees, shaky legs no longer wanting to support her. She pulled up her skirt and leaned back, unable to see over her somewhat larger breasts. Jenna gasped at what she saw. It was eight inches long, thick, black, and had a blunt, trumpet shaped tip. She had a horse cock between her legs!
She gave it a tug, unable to acknowledge what she saw. It didn't come off, in fact it sent an electric thrill of pleasure through her body, thick precum oozing from the tip. The slick black flesh glistened deliciously in the morning sun. Jenna found her mouth uncomfortably full of saliva, virtually drooling over her new cock. She wanted it in her mouth, wanted to suck on it, wanted to pump her thick seed down her own throat.
A pained cry forced its way from her throat as she bent forward, she couldn't reach it. She just wasn't flexible enough. She could get so tantalizingly close, close enough to smell it, to feel its heat, her tongue was so close, but despite all she could do, it was still an inch away.
Samson's whinny drew her attention. Jenna looked up and found herself eye level with a big, black, hard, slick horse cock. Much bigger than her own. She giggled and grinned, scooting herself under the magnificent beast. She wrapped one hand around her cock, and one hand around his. Samson was far too big to take into her mouth, so she had to be content with stroking and licking.
Her attention was rewarded with a thick jet of pre. It was too much to go into her mouth, so it dripped down her chin and onto her shirt, making it cling to her breasts. Jenna delighted in the feeling, enjoying being covered in warm, sticky horse juices. Her hand moved up and down her own prick in a blur, making her moan and gasp with each twinge of new, exotic, erotic sensation.
Suddenly she found herself with a face full of horse cum, Samson erupting into her face, it went up her nose, in her mouth, oozing downward to soak her shirt even more. Jenna opened her mouth wide, tongue out, wanting to capture all she could of the wonderful, tasty, sweet seed. There was far too much for her to take, for each mouthful she swallowed, another three oozed down onto her body.
The slick cum dripped down onto her own cock, lubricating her hand's passage. Jenna dropped down onto her back, erect black nipples standing out against the strained white fabric of her t-shirt. She seized one of the cum covered orbs in her hand, squeezing tightly.
A loud whinny escaped from her throat as she climaxed, back arching, hips extended, thick ropes of semen arcing through the air, and splattering on her tits and face. The power of the sheer physical pleasure overwhelmed her, threatened to drag her down into an abyss, pulling hungrily at her wanting her to submit.
Jenna wasn't sure she could resist it, but she didn't have to. For at that moment, everything jumped again.
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The straw poking at her rump caused Jenna to stir, blinking her eyes, taking a deep breath. She smelled strongly of sex, sweet, wonderful horse sex. The scent of male pleasure wafting up from her entire body it seemed. She felt clean, mostly, but a slight sticky film remained. Jenna put a hand to her head, not remembering washing herself off, or getting to the stables, which was where she was.
She found herself laying in a bed of straw in one of the empty stalls. She felt strange, a little dizzy. And she had to pee. Jenna pulled herself up and quickly made her way to the stable bathroom. She put a hand against the wall, and pulled back her skirt with the other, using her ring and pinkie fingers to direct the flow.
It wasn't until she was done shaking off that she realized that she was peeing standing up, and not only that, but she'd done it instinctively. She knew she wasn't supposed to have a cock. She knew that if she did, it certainly shouldn't be horse like. But it just felt right, completely natural, like she'd had it her entire life.
Jenna tucked it back into her panties, flushed, put the lid down, and looked at herself in the mirror of the sink. She should have been shocked at what she saw, but she was still filled with that sense of complete normalcy. Her face was flatter, her mouth and nose pushing out a bit. Her ears were definitely higher on her head, and had a smoother look to them, halfway between human and horse ears.
Her t-shirt, which had started out as snug on her small frame, left nothing to the imagination. She was definitely larger, and a great deal more muscular. Her frame had filled out considerably.
The sight of herself in the mirror was getting her horny again. Jenna pulled herself away from the mirror and sat down on the toilet, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. It had definitely been the teleporter. Somehow she had merged with Red, or was in the process of doing so. It seemed to be taking place on both a physical and mental level. Red had been a boy horse, and part of him was seeping into her own mind, which made it seem perfectly normal. Her physical and mental ratio of human to horse was probably equal, so it didn't feel strange to her at all.
Jenna sighed, holding her head in her hands, noticing her fingernails. They had turned black and grown thicker. She wasn't sure what to do. She knew she ought to be panicking, or getting help, or studying the data that the teleporter had compiled so far. But she couldn't work up the sense of urgency to do any of it.
She didn't like, or dislike, her changing body. It did feel good, powerful, muscular, busty, and boy did sex sure ever feel wonderful. She felt herself growing aroused again. Her cock straining at her panties.
Jenna mmmed softly and freed her cock from its pink cotton prison. It was bigger than the last time she'd played with it, both in size and proportion. Her cock reached nearly to her breasts. The human-horse licked her lips and opened them wide, leaning down to engulf her shaft.
Then things skipped again, and she was suddenly in the barn bathroom's tub, back against one side of the tub, her rump pressed up against the other, her legs dangling over the edges, the position making it easier for her to cram more and more of her cock into her muzzled mouth and throat. She had also grabbed a shampoo bottle and toilet plunger.
The bottle was crammed in her ass, while she found herself fucking herself eagerly with the plunger. She had her shirt half pulled up, her thick, black nipple pinched between her fingers. She felt her muscles tighten, her body erupt with wonderful, delicious pleasure and then...
Things skipped once again.
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Jenna mmmed softly beneath the covers. She snuggled up against her pillow and blinked her eyes a few times. Her cock throbbed with the sensation of morning wood. The human-horse sat up in bed, pulling the covers away, looking down at her altered body. Things had changed. Things had change a lot.
First of all there was the board muzzle that occupied the lower portion of her vision. Second there was the soft, short fur that covered her body, perfect Clydesdale coloration. Her hands were fine, the only oddity being that her nails now covered all of the last joint and were solid black. Her legs were decidedly horse-like, and ended in large hooves, rather than feet.
Thankfully the ache in her loins that had been present earlier was gone. Though she was a little horny, she wasn't overwhelmingly so. She looked to be a perfect blend of human and horse. Judging by the way that she sort of slipped over the end of the bed when she stretched out, Jenna judged herself to be about seven feet in height.
A pair of black soccer shorts rested on the bedpost, so Jenna pulled them on as she got up. They were a tight fit, but they worked to cover up her naughty bits. She was also rather amused to find that she had a tail. There was something in one of the pockets, but the shorts were so tight, Jenna had to pull them off to get at the item.
It was a few pieces of folded paper, diagrams and notations on them. Jenna recognized her own handwriting, but not the content. At least not right away. But the data slowly sunk in. The figures leading from one to the other, showing the teleport circle, a box and a circle with squiggles representing a human, and a larger, and horizontally places pair of boxes with squiggles representing a horse.
Human in the circle, horse partially in and partially out, arrow over to the other circle, just a human there, but with what looked like a balloon filled with stars tied to her. Human stick figure walking around, a little bulge in the cord between her and the balloon. Bulge gets to the stick figure, stick figure grows a cock.
That would explain it! Due to Red having more than half his mass outside the circle, his rematerialization pattern degraded, and thus his entire mass becoming unassigned to a pattern. Though a second pattern was present in the bio-electrical signature of Jenna's body, when she'd accidentally been teleported along, to which the horse's matter was trying to consolidate around, thus altering Jenna's own pattern.
But bringing out of phase matter into phase required energy and... ah! Right on the next page. Circle traveling down the cord into Jenna, a few small stars leaking out of the balloon. Ah, so matter was being converted to energy, to allow an amount of the remaining matter to phase in.
Now some mathematics. The phasing periods were growing longer, meaning that more and more of Jenna's pattern matched that of Red, allowing more mass to seep in, and making her body more horse like. The phase periods were getting longer, and seemed to be triggered by increased bio-electrical activity. Stress, sex, climax especially.
On the third page there were some notes, calculating Jen's mass and the percentage, approximately, that she was of human and horse. With the next phasing period she would be more horse than human, and her mind would begin to weaken in both phase states.
Jen blinked, two phase states? She continued on with the notes, it appeared that one would mentally rise upward out of a bestiality state, while the other would phase in at the mental peak, but degenerate into more instinctive behavior. Using the teleport console's pattern recognition it would be possible to 'lock' Jenna's pattern, and keep it held between the two phase states. Held in that state with a non-phase-grounded lifeform, the entirety of the mass could be shunted off into forming around the more solid phase pattern of the ungrounded creature, rather than Jenna, who would be in phase flux. It would have to, basically, start over in converting Jenna to a quadrupedal creature.
She would change a bit more, but she would retain her humanoid state and mentality. It had to be something of size enough to swap the remaining half ton of mass with, and it could be an equine species. So that left one of the milk cows. Experimentation by Jenna's phase 2 consciousness apparently had resulted in a few other finds about the merging process. If the larger creature were the grounded on, the hybridization would talk place during the first out of phase state, meaning the teleportation itself.
There was also notes speculating on how the individual phase patterns could be perserved by the use of an electronic device to prevent cross-mass transfer in the future. But the notes were scratchy, the writing looking like her own when she was tired.
The process would be easy enough to set up on the console, just a matter of event programming that would take all of five minutes. Jenna's hooves clopped loudly on the wooden stairs as she raced down them, heading to the barn that had become her lab.
Good, everything was as she'd left it. She typed the code sequence on the console, finding that she was just at home with her now larger form's fingers on the keyboard as she'd been normally. It all seemed instinctive, the muscle movements and memory translating perfectly. The horse hybrid bit her tongue, as she felt the arousal building inside of her again. She needed to stay lucid long enough to get her pattern secured in the system. She found a new file on the system, instructions for the computer to take and store a set pattern until the next use of the teleportation system. It had a diagnostic and an excess storage dump, followed by a 30 second delay for Jenna to get on the pad before it scanned.
Jenna ran the program, raising a brow as a number of chicken feathers appeared on the destination pad. A soft ding announced the all clear and she made her way to the first pad. She mentally counted down from thirty, trying to ignore the slight stiffness and moisture in her shorts.
There was a flash of light and a not entirely unpleasant tingly feeling that seemed to last forever. Jenna, for a moment, ceased to exist in time as she was placed in between two quantum states. She popped back into being on the first pad with a sigh. Everything ought to be okay now. Even if she phased further and had her hands fuse into hooves, all she needed to do was get the milk cow in position off the pad, flip the switch, and stand on the origin pad.
The growing arch between her legs became stronger as she punched up everything to run, all she needed to do was flip the lever, which she could do with her snout if she had to. Now, all she needed was to go get one of the milk cows from her stall in the stable.
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Jen rushed to the stable nearby, not wanting to waste a moment. The longer she waited, the hornier she got, and the hornier she got, the harder it was to keep from touching herself, and triggering a phase shift.
Halfway across the stables two things brought her to a dead halt. The first being the delicious scent that filled her nostrils. Amber! The mare was still in heat, and as horse like as Jenna was, there was no way she was going to be able to resist. The second was what she saw a moment later.
It was a sort of... chimera. It had the forepaws, build and face of a feline, the hind legs and hooves and size of a horse, and the beak and wings of a bird. The tail was a mix of all three. She recognized Amber's light golden color, as well as the tabby fur pattern of one of the near feral cats that roamed around the farm and ate the rodents that sought the livestock feed.
The scent of heat still poured off of her, and Jenna found that her shorts were functional no longer as her erection tore through them. The chimera had opened one of the feed bins, and was quite content to crunch up the corn.
Jenna couldn't help herself, she walked towards the beautiful beast, running a hand down her flank. Amber looked up from her meal and nuzzled Jenna gently with her beak. The chimera turned and lifted her tail, laying down on her forelegs, her rump raised.
The equine-human needed no further invitation, her world evaporating into pure sexual bliss...
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And awoke in a strange feeling bed that felt a great deal too small for hir. Shi turned and sat up, the blanket falling from hir body. Shi felt good, wonderful, and most importantly, entirely in phase.
Jenna remembered everything now, from both her phased states, and a little more besides. Sheihad faint stirrings of emotion, primal thoughts tucked in the back of her memory. Red's memories. The male horse and the female human had become one and the same. With a few additions besides.
Shi walked to the bathroom, ducking under the door frame as if shi'd been doing it hir whole life. Shi smiled at hirself in the mirror. Hir large equine body had grown even more so. Jenna was perhaps eight and a half feet tall and muscled like a body builder. Hir face sported a boxy muzzle, and a pair of curved bull's horns, as well as the long, fiery mane of hir hair from hir human form.
Hir body was covered with creamy brown fur and sported black spots. Shi thought shi looked rather like the chocolate milk cow from the Hershey's commercials. Shi had a Clydesdale's path of white on her muzzle and forehead, as well as white 'socks' on her lower and arms legs. Shi had a cow's tail nestled in that of a horse.
Hir breasts were absolutely huge, but shi carried them easily on hir large, powerful frame. Black nipples stood erect, small, white droplets of milk on their tips. Ahh, shi was going to have to milk hirself, especially with the large udder hanging between hir legs. Hir sheath and balls had become engulfed by the massive milkbag, which hung down to her knee. Four fat teats ready to gush milk with the slightest touch.
Jenna plucked her toothbrush and toothpaste from the medicine cabinet before heading outside to do her morning chores. Hir hose of a cock, all three feet of it, had softened due to a lack of attention, allowing hir to pee without making much of a mess. As big as shi was, it was hard to do hir business in a bathroom.
Just another instinctual thing, like shi'd been doing it all hir life. Jenna enjoyed hir powerful, beautiful, bestial body. Completely and totally at peace with it, and the sex was fantastic. Though shi really needed to see what it was like being truly mounted by a stallion. Samson ought to be mouthing the gate latch open any time now.
But another sound drew hir attention, that of a truck driving down the road. It ought to be Sheryl coming home.
The equine minotaur poked hir head around the barn to see the familiar red Ford with the horse trailer behind it coming to a stop next to the stables. Jenna grinned and walked over that way, eager to greet hir sister.
Shi watched Sheryl step down from the cab, heading towards the back of the trailer, wanting to get her horses out of their confinement as soon as possible.
"Heya, Sheryl." Jenna rumbled, hir voice deep.
"Hiya, Jen." Sheyrl said, "How'd the experiment thing go?"
The human was fixated on opening the back door, not noticing the hermaphroditic creature behind her.
"Oh, in some ways it was a disappointment, but I think what I found more than made up for that." Jenna said with a grin on hir muzzled face.
"Well, that's good, I suppose. You doing okay? You sound like you have a cold." said Sheryl, the door opened. She began to pull out the ramp.
"Never better." Jenna answered, quite truthfully.
"Good to hear. Think you could help me get my babies out of the.... bwah?" Sheryl sputtered, coming eye to tit with Jenna. Her gaze went upward, then downward to the massive half-hard horse cock between her sister's legs.
Jenna barely managed to catch hir sister as she fainted dead away.
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"Sheryl? Sher? C'mon, wake up." Jenna coaxed.
"Mmm?" Sheryl purred, pulling the pillow over her head, "Lemme sleep."
Jenna giggled, a strange sound with the minotaur's deep voice. "I think you'll wanna be awake. C'mon, let's do something fun."
Sheryl pulled the pillow off hir head and yawned, hir beak gaping widely. Shi blinked a few times, looking over into hir sister's muzzled face. Shi knew it should shock hir, or disturb hir, or frighten hir. But it didn't. It was sweet, beautiful, and perfect. The face of hir mate.
Shi snuggled up against hir sister, hir rough feline-avian tough caressing Jenna's cheek.
"Wha...?" Sheryl had begun to ask what had happened, but found that shi already knew the answer. The teleportation machine, it did other things, wonderful, magical things. Shi remembered, faintly, being one of the farm tomcats, as well as one of the roosters. But what stood out most in hir mind was the memories of the heat stricken mare, Amber.
Everything blended together perfectly, memories and feelings of chimera and human, now rolled into one. Hir body was much like that of Amber, except laid out on a bipedal frame, packed with solid muscles for a humanoid system. Shi remembered sleeping alone in her hotel room the previous night, but shi also remembered being in the stables, tortured with hir heat, until hir sister's wonderful, beautiful cock filled hir and took that terrible itching away.
"You remember?" Jenna asked, rubbing Sheryl behind a feline ear.
"I remember, love." Sheryl purred in reply, hir green feline eyes looking into Jenna's placid brown bovine ones, "And I think that I ought to figure out how to use this cock before it gets any bigger and starts whacking me in the beak."
"Oh we wouldn't want that..." Jenna whispered, rolling over and giving hir mate and sister access to her sex.
"After all, you haven't seen what I can do with my beak yet." Sheryl purred, slipping hir member into the minotaur's eager, wet depths.
"I look OOOOH! forward to finding out." Jenna moaned.
"So do I." Sheryl said, feline handpaws coming around to caress Jenna's tender, milk filled breasts.
"Now, are you the chocolate milk cow?" Sheryl asked with a smiled at the sides of her beak.
"Milk me and find out." Jenna teased.
"Oh I intend to, dear, I intend to."