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Fertile Soil

By CodyFox

Chapter 12

Cream lay by himself on his hay bed, gazing down over his short muzzle with a sad look in his eyes. He didn't make much sound, laying there with his arms hugged around his body a bit. Realization had been setting in that they would be stuck here, probably forever. It had already been five days since their failed escape attempt, and there didn't seem to be any hope for another. He sniffled a little, and sighed. It was bad enough that they couldn't leave, but he couldn't believe how Blake had acted. It was so awful... he felt heartbroken. The shire boy hadn't seen his brother since that encounter, but he honestly didn't know what he would say or do if he did. Blake... hadn't even treated him like his brother anymore. He just treated him like... like he was one of the experiments! Cream sniffled and cried some more, too depressed to even wish they were back at the farm.

"Cream..." Peaches said, his voice somewhat muffled as usual now. He'd probably heard him crying and was looking to cheer him up or something. "Cream, don't cry... come over here with me," Peaches said as comfortingly as possible.

Cream lifted his head, gazing through the dim light of his room in the direction of Peaches muffled voice. He hesitated a bit... being next to Peaches was so bittersweet now. It might just make him sadder.

"Come on... we can... we can talk a little," Peaches said softly.

Cream wasn't sure how much it would help this time, but he rarely ever resisted doing what Peaches told him nowadays. Ever since they'd been mating on a regular basis, there were all kinds of strange things occurring within the boy, some affecting his body, others his mind. He grew more and more devoted to Peaches, always so eager for his touch. That's what made this even more difficult for him though, as he clopped slowly over to the huge, thick plexiglass wall dividing their rooms. Peaches was at his usual place, just on the other side of the small air-holes near the center of the massive window-like divider. It was the only place where air and sound could pass from one side to the other.

Cream slowly settled onto his knees in front of the air holes, looking at the pony on the other side of the divider and sighing, "I was thinking about Blake again... how he pretended like he forgot all about me."

Peaches sighed a little too and nodded, "I know... it felt awful Cream, but... well... don't think about that right now. We'll figure out a way to fix him eventually." Peaches lowered his ears slightly, then pressed his muzzle a bit more up against the air holes. As Cream's scent flowed into his big equine nostrils through the air holes, he felt warm about his muzzle and ears, probably not too different than his mate's blushing. He shuddered a little, trying his very best to stay focused on comforting the depressed hybrid boy, but Cream's sweet, musky scent was torturing the poor pony's senses. It had been days since he'd even been able to touch him... "We'll... we'll get out of here soon enough Cream. I just know it. They won't be able to keep us apart," he huffed, unable to help himself... hoofing at the floor in front of the plexi-glass wall while squishing his nostrils against those tiny air holes as he huffed more powerfully against them to get at more of his mate's scent.

Cream looked down at the pony, seeing his desperate expression, the longing look in his eyes as he hoofed at the floor and pressed his snout against the holes. The boy trembled a little himself, looking down over his milky-furred form and brushing his fuzzed hands down over his curves as a bit of heat and arousal washed over him. His creamy gold tail started swishing up high over his trembling flanks. He blushed and rested one of his small fuzzed hands over his now smoothed belly, just above the massive fuzzy tube of the boy's heavy white sheath. It was a while since their last mating, and Cream's body was terribly eager for it. He could feel his big equinehood throbbing up and swelling within his sheath without his hand touching at it... He blushed more, flicking his ears down and pulling his hand away, even holding it with his other, up close to his chest, to keep from touching himself.

Peaches watched the plush shire horse boy running his hands over his sheeny white fuzzed form, then blushing and restraining himself... yet, his aroused scent was rising, just making things that much worse for the pony as he kept his snout pressed against the air holes, huffing and panting a little. His own gigantic pony sheath swelled out under his belly, quickly dropping his huge mottled flare-tip. He closed his eyes, imagining himself holding Cream again in his forelegs, tasting his scent and his coat with nose and tongue, pinning him into the hay and mating with him again and again. He kept dropping, his heavy mottled pony cock swelling and flexing out farther with every breath... within a few more seconds, he'd dropped nearly two feet of immense ponyhood underneath him, the huge flare oozing large gobs of his hormone rich pre against the hay-sprinkled floor.

"C... Cream... just a little... a little closer, ohh..." he scuffed his hooves a bit more over the hard floor in front of the wall, almost like the pony was digging... pressing harder to get at the boy. This was the worst withdrawal he'd had for all the days they'd been apart. He needed something... just a little touch. The wall between them creaked unnaturally as Peaches pressed against it, straining and flexing a little against the pressure of the pony's body.

Cream kept his hands away... shivering. He felt an insanely strong instinct to just play with himself right in front of his mate... to yank his fat black horsecock out and just start pumping up and down its length while sucking on his giant tip, but that would be so cruel to Peaches. The quadruped pony would have no way to achieve his own release. He'd be even more tortured than he was now. But... at least he could press closer, let his mate taste more of his scent. "Y...yes Peaches..." the boy said while panting a little as he pressed his large jiggly sheath, and those heavy milky fuzzed nuts of his right up against the air holes, his hands folded together over his chest as he squished the big sheen-coated horseboy parts against the glass and dragged them up and down a few times, letting Peaches watch their plump fuzzy flesh rolling up and down erotically.

Peaches practically drooled as he squished his nostrils harder into the air holes, causing the sturdy wall to creak a little more. He tried to touch the flesh of his snout against the tiniest protrusions of Cream's sheath or ball flesh through the holes... or even the slightest bits of white fuzz poking through. He started dragging his big pony tongue along the air holes, trying to lick at those wobbly treasures, watching as his trembling mate blushed... moaning softly. Cream's large black flare-tip began to flop out of the fuzzy white tube right up against the glass and leave a large gooey trail of pre-cum smeared down over the wall's surface. Peaches' vision went a little blurry, his body heat rising drastically and feeling waves of excitement and need all throughout his form as he drank in his mate's scent through nostrils and tongue, begging for more, "Ohhh... Cream... more..." he shuddered, watching as Cream flushed more along his flicking white ears and nodded, settling back down onto his knees while reaching underneath his now half-flopped out shire cock with one hand and cupping it up to hold the broad flared head right up against the air holes, squishing it against them so that his big bulgy urethra opening smooshed right into one of them and his pre-cum leaked through right to Peaches' side. "Yesssss" Peaches panted and hunched down, his own huge mottled shaft flopped out farther... another half foot. It was flopped over the floor now, dragging through its own big puddle of pre while he swiped his tongue relentlessly against the air holes, swabbing up every gooey splurt of Cream's honey working its way through those holes. He clenched his eyes again, slurping again and again while Cream gasped softly on the other side, blushing and very carefully stroking over his throbbing length to keep feeding his mate the sticky goop.

Cream was still trying to keep himself restrained... not wanting to achieve a climax without his mate, he teased himself... rubbing his fuzzy white hand up along the underside of his thrumming horse cock, shivering as he rubbed along his wide jiggly medial ring, panting a little more as he worked the digits up underneath his flare which was still squished against the air holes. He pumped under it several times, watching blissfully as his hot heavy length flexed and bulged with more loads of his rich pre-cum pumping out to splatter against and through the air holes. Several shots slapped back over his flare, leaving it even more wet and shiny. He panted again, rubbing the honey down along the length of his shaft to smear it up with his own pre several times over. This was good... Peaches was enjoying the fore-play as much as he was, he could tell... but he knew Peaches would like something else even more. Cream blushed again, looking down over his own short boyish muzzle while pulling his big flare back from the air holes with such a wet sloppy noise. He cupped his hand under his throbby flare, letting his pre-cum pump out all over his digits and pool up in his palm. Peaches had opened his eyes back up and was gazing to his mate expectantly, his cute pony form still quivering and his huge mottled length throbbing powerfully against the floor underneath him.

After drenching and pooling a healthy amount of pre in his hand, Cream slowly turned around, still on his knees but with his big shire-horseboy butt facing the plexi-glass wall. He maneuvered his hand right up between his plump, jiggly white asscheeks and just slopped and slathered his own goop under his tail, spreading his big creamy cheeks around his hand to expose the plump white bulge of his taint and the inky black flesh of his large, stretchy horseboy pucker. His own pre drizzled down over them both, dripping off his fingers while they played over the supple flesh. "Oohhh..." he panted again softly, lowering his head and lifting his ass up more to press it gently against the glass while his goo-covered digits slipped right in under his tail, going in with such a wet and loud plop. Since he'd been stretched to such generous proportions by Peaches' regular matings, it was nothing for the boy to even stuff his whole hand inside. He spread his fingers, making the wet black pucker part even bigger right in front of Peaches.

"OHhhhh god..." the pony groaned, gazing at the shire's huge yawning pucker... knowing he'd made it that big himself, molded it around his own massive length. He shivered with bittersweet excitement, giddy from having his mate giving him such a lewd display... wanting so badly to hold him and stretch him again and again, to make Cream even bigger till he could take the pony's full length.

Cream blushed more and sighed blissfully, playing with himself with his soft digits, and then slopping them back out, letting his slickened black flesh slowly revert to its smaller state. His hand teased down along his honey-drizzled taint, then cupped at the back of his big white nuts. Already, the boy's quickening arousal was causing them to pump and swell, and Peaches huffed and watched excitedly as Cream's hand played with those growing spheres, rolling the huge orbs as they gradually filled out to their larger melon size. By now, Cream's broad black shire cock was hanging mostly out of his sheath, flopped out over the floor and drooling a constant stream of pre-cum. The boy panted a bit and reluctantly let go of his nuts, the heavier orbs spanking back down along the backs of his thighs. Cream gasped quietly as he felt the weight of his wetted balls slapping his thighs, causing the boy's broad equine cock to flex bigger as his excitement ramped up even higher. He clenched his eyes a bit, shuddering and reaching down to scoop up his heavy shaft for one last tease.

Cream spread his legs slightly wider while pulling his nearly two feet of floppy cock back between his thighs, squishing his length up between his big nuts and drawing the flare between his own asscheeks. He huffed dizzily, lowering his head down farther, shivering and soaking up the strange pleasure of having his own dong squished up between his plump white cheeks. Cream's tongue was hanging out again as the boy pressed his cock and butt back against the plexi-glass, presenting all of his treasures back to the pony at once, slowly grinding them up and down on the slickened surface.

Peaches had never been able to climax without some kind of external stimulation before, but this was about as close as he'd ever come. He felt his heavy mottled length jerking up underneath him, flexing out... growing bigger and bigger... "Ohhh yes... yes..." he gasped and kept dragging his tongue over those air holes, continuing to drink in Cream's sticky, honeyed musk scent. Peaches felt like he was growing larger than normal, his cockhead quickly jerking up between his front legs as his mottled monster slapped repeatedly up against his belly. He felt his flare squishing up against the plexi-glass right beneath where he was licking. It throbbed gleefully, begging to break through that glass and kiss against his mate's trembling flanks. Woozy jolts went through Peaches head as he felt his ponyhood flexing harder, pressing forcefully against the divider and increasing the pressure to the point where little cracks started to form between the air holes while his pre-cum splattered over and through them. He watched with half-dazed pleasure as his pre even splattered through, hitting Cream's gleaming buttocks and leaving several strands over the boy's own floppy black length tucked between them.

Cream dragged his plush flanks up and down against the wall several times in a slow, sensual show, his shire cock beginning to firm gradually, making it harder to keep the giant length trapped back there. Eventually, the boy pulled away from the glass, panting hotly as his heavy cock flopped down from his butt and slapped back over the floor, squirting out another gooey pump of pre from the throbbing tip. His swollen balls swayed back and forth between his spread thighs again, and he slumped there for a moment, looking down over his little muzzle and blushing hard, tying to calm his excited breaths.

Peaches sat back onto his haunches as he watched Cream pull away from the divider, panting as well and looking down briefly to see his own massive mottled length bobbing up and down and side to side out in front of his forelegs. He didn't know exactly how big he was now... a few inches bigger, perhaps. He wasn't sure it really mattered anymore, all he could think about was the intensity of the mating that was going to occur between them as soon as he was loose of this confinement.

For his own part, Cream had forgotten the sadness he felt from his big brother's actions, at least for now. He just savored the pleasure of giving Peaches his sensual little show. He was feeling good now... special. He played with his plump asscheeks for a little longer with that silky hand, then slowly ran his digits back down again to caress along his big, pre-drizzled balls, slapping them together... Then, finally, the boy stopped his tease. He lowered his ass and lifted his head back up, blushing as he looked back at Peaches. After a moment of heavy breathing, Cream turned back around to face the divider. He leaned down to the air holes again, looking back at Peaches while both of them pressed their soft nostrils against their side of the divider and shared warm breaths for a while.

~

Billy walked alone down one of the many curved hallways in the laboratory complex, shaking his head and wondering what new freakish discovery his dad wanted to show him now. Last time, he said he wanted to show Billy something "special." However, that had just been some computer animation demonstrating the inner workings of the final variant of the drug. His father repeatedly boasted about how his creation would "change mankind forever," and threw around all kinds of scientific sounding terms that the boy simply did not understand. He showed him videos of cells rapidly changing, dividing, mutating, growing... Dr. Greenly had told Billy that they were so close to the final product, so the boy couldn't help but wonder why they weren't preparing for some kind of public demonstration, or at least a private one for the more discreet buyers.

There were supposedly so many possible applications of this drug! Initially, his dad had talked of treating various muscular and neurological diseases. However, there were also obvious enhancement possibilities... military applications... Also, the mutagenic capabilities could lead to all manner of other discoveries, making it invaluable to research institutions around the world. They could name their price, or just bring in all interested parties and sell it off to the highest bidder! Billy dreamed of an allowance in the billions. He'd buy himself a private island for his birthday... maybe two or three.

The teen approached the main lab and casually opened the door, striding in confidently as his thoughts remained on riches to come. "Are we finally ready, dad? Ready for the final phase volunteer test subjects?" He asked as he spied his father standing in front of a computer workstation to the side.

Dr. Greenly had a huge, devious grin on his face, and kept his eyes down at the screen in front of him, typing away some final computations. "Yes Billy... we are ready now."

"Good!" Billy said, smiling brightly and making his way towards his father's computer station. It was only then that he really took notice of the two others inside the lab with them. In the center of the room, sitting on a low platform was a boy, much younger than him. Billy recognized this one. He was one of the mid phase volunteers, a terminal patient: Experiment #004 - Clover. Billy had no idea what this boy's real name was, though that didn't matter. He was one of the failed experiments and probably didn't have much time left. Unlike the assistants who only received minor modifications, Clover had been given much more aggressive treatments and the side effects were comparably much more obvious on him. He was different though, with his side effects seeming more donkey-like than horse-like. The boy's ears were long and fuzzy, the fur appearing a medium gray color. Also, he had a long whip-like tail to him, similarly medium gray in color with a small, dirty brown tuft at the end of it. His feet were more broad than a normal human boy's feet, and had dark, hard tips on them which looked like part of a hoof. Like the assistants, the boy's genitals were more equine than human, though they were much smaller than the older assistants. He was showing a pair of very light gray fuzzy balls between his thighs, and above that a plump young black equine cock with pink splotches near the small flared tip. Clover sat there silently, looking down and secured to the platform by chains holding his wrists and ankles.

Billy wondered for a moment why chains were necessary for such a small boy. He watched curiously for a moment, then looked to the other side of his father where he saw Shadow, the giant black shire horse standing and watching him with a scrutinizing... almost menacing look in his eyes. Billy hadn't forgotten who Shadow was, but he at least seemed obedient now... Shadow stood completely silent, occasionally glancing back towards Billy's father, as if he were looking for orders. Even if he was obedient though, there was still something creepy about the way Shadow was gazing up and down over Billy that made him feel uncomfortable, as if the horse were sizing him up like a piece of meat.

"You remember Clover, don't you Billy..." Dr. Greenly said, finally lifting his face to look at his son while continuing to smile.

"Yea... I was told that his chances for survival were pretty low," the boy said as he looked between his father and the young boy sitting sadly on the platform.

"Yes... they were low," Dr. Greenly said matter of factly. "But, not anymore." He said, grinning more as he gestured back over to the boy, who looked oblivious to the discussion. For the first time, Billy noticed that Clover had small, almost translucent tubes attached to him. The bigger one was stuffed right up into the boy's butt, and the other was feeding right into his small cock. Dr. Greenly continued, "Thanks to our new experiments, I've been able to perfect the formula. Watch..." the doctor said to his son, turning briefly back to the computer and pressing the ENTER key. A graphic popped up on the computer screen, showing what looked like two cylindrical tanks filled with white fluid. One tank was labeled with the word "Peaches," and the other tank was labeled with the word "Cream." A blinking green indicator light appeared, and then the screen started to depict the two tanks emptying of fluid. When Billy looked back towards Clover, he saw that the tubes were attached to two large tanks at the edge of the platform, and they were beginning to bloat with white fluid that was gradually making its way toward the donkey-like boy.

The white fluid reached Clover's little cock first. The boy blinked a little, looking down between his legs and blushing slightly. He'd been poked, prodded and injected countless times. Numerous foreign objects had been put into his body in various places, so that was not new to him. However, there was something different about this strange goo... His body tingled all over almost immediately. "Ohh..." he said softly, flicking his donkey ears about while he blushed some more and watched his boyhood beginning to bloat with the white stuff, watching it swell fatter and fatter... His cock started to feel so hot, almost excruciatingly sensitive. Then it throbbed painfully, stinging a bit and bringing a few tears to the boy's eyes... "no..." he whimpered softly as it got worse and worse, and he reached down with a fuzz-coated hand to hold and rub over his extra sensitive shaft, just wanting that strange pain to stop. The stinging sensation built throughout the boy's loins, building and building... peaking as he whimpered louder, and then finally relaxing. Clover curled and uncurled his toes, and then gasped quietly as the strange fading pain was replaced with little spasms of pleasure through his young body. "Ohhhh," he blushed again deeper, his vision blurred a bit as he watched and felt his cock jerking up in his hand, suddenly extending out a few inches longer. Clover blinked, panting a little and watching with boyish curiosity as his cock spasmed and grew another few inches bigger while sending another jolt of pleasure through him. He moaned again, squeezing at his larger length as it bobbed up and down eagerly in front of his tummy.

Clover was starting to feel very dizzy now, his previous pain... his sickness, everything around him fading from the boy's mind as he sat there, flushing and brushing his digits up and down the supple black and pink equine flesh, feeling it throb and plump in his grasp as he watched the tube feeding more of the strange fluid into him... He gasped again, now feeling the tube stuffed into his butt suddenly bloating and pumping an even larger flow in under his tail. Again, sharp, hot tingles were spreading through the boy's body, prickling all across his butt and his hips. With those sudden, strange prickles, more medium gray fuzz was spreading across the boy's butt and lighter gray fuzz over his crotch, quickly coating his inner thighs and his little belly. He blushed and giggled a little as the strange sensation tickled more across his swelling donkey boyhood, brushing his digits back down along his almost pregnant looking length as it pumped fatter, then flexed up into his hand, gaining another few inches. Another little moan escaped little Clover as his hand slid down to the base of his cock, revealing about ten inches of equinehood, looking positively enormous on the young boy's small body.

Billy blushed, averting his eyes... looking back towards his dad, who wore a strangely intense expression. Billy blinked a bit. It didn't seem like his dad was just observing an experiment. Dr. Greenly looked excited, even hungry as he watched Clover sitting there playing with his expanding boyhood while the donkey's fuzz spread rapidly over his body. This... this whole thing... was it just some kind of... obsession? Billy shook his head... No... it was supposed to be about the money...

Billy heard Clover moan a little louder, the boy's eyes rolling up as he laid onto his back, spreading his thighs and pressing his strange looking feet against the surface of the platform. Clover's hand was still holding onto his fattened cock, but to Billy's amazement, that big fleshy dong looked even larger now... It had to be a bit over a foot long, and the young boy was rolling his hips, thrusting his pregnant length up against the tube as it fed him more... more of that white goo. Clover's fuzzy, small grey orbs jiggled a little between his thighs while the boy humped at the tube. He gasped and clenched... shivering and moaning again, and then finally exhaling in a most sensual way as the fat, gooey bulge backing up in his cock seemed to suddenly pass down into his body... then into his balls. The small fuzzy orbs expanded rapidly while twitching and jerking between his trembling thighs, pumping up to the size of tennis balls while Clover panted and looked absolutely drunken with pleasure.

Dr. Greenly stepped out from behind the computer terminal, moving a little closer to watch and gesturing for Billy... Billy shook his head, blushing and trying not to watch... Clover whimpered and bobbed his gray-fuzzed hand up and down over his thick black donkey shaft again and again, blushing hard, the pink-splotched flare bulging lewdly each time it swallowed another load of that white goo. Clover's gray-fuzzed butt was clenching and flexing repeatedly against the platform as it took bigger, heavier shots of the gooey stuff. Each creamy pump was eliciting a soft pleasured gasp from the boy, and his butt looked like it was growing larger each time, more of that gray fuzz spreading out, soon fully covering those plump, wide bubbly equine cheeks. The boy's tail was writhing under him now, jerking and then suddenly surging about a foot longer. "Ahhh!" Clover gasped, his body wriggling at the sudden sharp pleasure buzzing throughout his tail. Then it surged out another foot as he gasped again, more soft, shiny gray fuzz fluffing out along the tail's new two and a half foot length while the brown tuft at the end blossomed out to four times its previous size, its dirty brown fluff growing much more rich and elegant looking.

"Marvelous, isn't it Billy?" Dr. Greenly said, watching as Clover progressed, the boy writhing again on the platform as his legs grew larger, thighs plumping and then flexing with more muscle, more medium gray fuzz quickly working its way down over his knees and shins, while the soft white-gray fluff coated the boy's inner thighs, his swelling balls and taint, and his inner buttcheeks. By now, most of Clover's body was coated with medium gray or white-gray fuzz, except for the rich brown of his tuft and rapidly growing mane. "Yes... almost there now..." Billy's dad said, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. Clover cried out softly, more little pangs of pain shooting through the boy's dizzy head again as his facial structure shifted, elongated... growing a short donkey-like muzzle with big nostrils on his snout, while maintaining the large, cute boyish eyes. Then there was the sensation of his feet hardening, broadening... "Ohhh..." the boy thrashed a little against his restraints as the hooves began to come in, and Billy blinked, glancing back at those thick chains and watching in amazement as they started to buckle and pull apart as the boy's flexing arms and legs tugged at them.

Dr. Greenly chortled, "Oh my... he's a strong one..." he stepped back cautiously as the chains holding the boy's legs to the platform suddenly ripped apart, sending metal fragments flying in several directions. Clover exhaled as his legs pulled free of the chains, then gently flexed the musculature hiding under his plump form as he experienced one last surge in the size of his big, dark gray hooves. Dr. Greenly stepped a little closer again, watching the young donkey boy laying there, blushing and panting still, his medium gray fuzz and light ventral fluff slickened with the sheen of sweat coating his whole body. The tubes feeding into him were nearly empty now, the pumps having automatically switched off. Clover's fifteen inch equine boyhood flexed up over his chest and face in a sensual manner as his hand continued bobbing up and down over its fattened length. Then, finally, with a wet sounding schlop, both tubes retracted from the boy, leaving gooey white splatters along his trembling gray-fuzzed flanks and oozing all down the sides of his big throbbing shaft. Clover blushed some more, gingerly smearing some of the goo along his length while aiming his wide flare down, nuzzling his velvety nostrils over it to drink in the scent of the creamy stuff he'd been fed. The boy's more luxurious donkey tail swished eagerly along the platform while he imprinted on that scent and then started sucking at his huge flare, bulging his cute little muzzle cheeks in an obscene fashion.

Billy trembled a bit, feeling a little more concerned about his safety after watching this donkey kid break those reinforced chains like they were nothing. He stepped back a little, looking back up to his dad, "What... what's this for, dad? I thought these are just the side effects... Who do you want to present this to?"

Dr. Greenly watched Clover for another moment before smiling back over to his son, "Why, this demonstration was for your benefit Billy! Don't you see? I've created a perfect hybrid creature. All of the mental capabilities of a human, but the beauty and... enhanced... features of an equine. And... and look at the strength of this one! Imagine how much further we can take this... and don't worry, I'll make you even more perfect than Clover," he said with a confident smile.

Billy looked at his dad with a kind of disgusted look, shaking his head and backing up more. The teen got a little jumpy when he heard the door suddenly open behind him, turning and watching suspiciously as one of his dad's mindless assistants walked in. Dr. Greenly motioned toward Clover, and the assistant simply nodded and walked over to the changed donkey-boy, un-chaining his wrists and helping the wobbly boy up to his hooves before leading him out into the hallway. The doctor then looked back to his son with an expression reeking of insincere sympathy. "Ohhh... you don't prefer the donkey look? Don't worry, son! You can choose whatever you want? A big, powerful Clydesdale? A regal Andalusian? Anything you desire," he said while walking back over to his computer station.

Billy shuddered again. His dad was... insane... all of this was just for his pleasure! He looked down, various thoughts racing through his head. Dr. Greenly was distracted by his computers again, entering and confirming new figures. Then, suddenly, a fabricating machine at the opposite end of the lab room started up, making various buzzing and whirring noises. Billy recognized that machine. It was the one his dad used to create the pills. This would not be an experimental run, though. Billy knew who this batch was meant for. "Billy, it's time to choose. If you're not sure, I have some pictures that you could select from," his dad said, looking over to him more firmly now. Billy still didn't respond, glancing over to the door. Shadow seemed to catch onto the boy's reluctance and was approaching, his heavy hooves sounding quite imposing as he clopped over the lab floor. "Be a good boy, Billy... Don't make me ask you again," the doctor continued as Shadow loomed closer.

Billy shook his head again, panicking a bit. Suddenly, the teen spun around and ran as fast as he could, slipping through the half-open door and escaping down the hallway. Dr. Greenly just stood there, shaking his head and holding up a hand to keep Shadow from pursuing. "He'll be made to understand... soon enough. Besides, he's not going anywhere," the doctor said. He then went back to his computer terminal and temporarily closed Project Billy. In its place, he opened up Project Greenly.

~

Cream sat next to the plexi-glass divider with one hand resting over his tummy, holding onto his reins and playing with them a little. His other hand had his horse plush hugged up against his right hip, brushing through its fuzz while he blushed and watched Peaches. The pony was talking to him about the dream he had last night. In Peaches' dream, they'd both grown wings and flew together up into the clouds, where they soared together amongst the birds and watched the most beautiful sunset. Before the dream had ended, they settled atop a lush mountain peak and laid there together, mating under the stars. Cream flicked his ears a few times, blushing more and wishing he was in that dream with Peaches right now.

"Maybe, someday we'll try something like that Peaches... uhh... I guess without the wings," the boy said while giggling a little.

Peaches nodded happily, laying a bit on his side up against the other side of the glass divider and gazing back up to Cream with a pleasant look about him, "Hehe, yea... you're already so pretty without the wings anyway, Cream." he said.

Cream blushed some more about his ears and looked down over his nose, "Not as lovely as you, Peaches... All the animals on my uncle's farm would be so jealous after seeing you," he said and smiled again sweetly.

Peaches gazed happily at Cream again. Despite their circumstances, he always felt so happy when the boy was near him. He was so focused on Cream's lightly gleaming form that he was jarred a bit when they heard the sound of the metal door across the hallway from them opening. Cream was startled a little as well, gripping his reins a bit more firmly and trembling enough to make his cow bell jangle.

Cream blinked a few times, looking over at Peaches and then slowly standing to his hooves, letting his plushie stay on the floor near the divider. "They were doing something there... before," the boy said, flicking an ear. "Whoever's in there, I think they brought him out earlier" he continued, while slowly approaching the door to peek out through his small window. He saw one of Dr. Greenly's assistants closing that door, and then walking away after its metal bar auto-locked.

"What do you see, Cream?" Peaches asked as he clopped toward his door as well, pressing the side of his head to it and trying to listen for any sounds in the hallway.

"Nothing now," the boy said with a sigh and a shake of his golden mane. He turned back toward the divider again, starting back in that direction. However, Cream wasn't even halfway back to the plexi-glass wall before he heard a light tapping at his door. His large white ears shot up, perking and flicking a couple times as he froze in his tracks. He stood there silently for a moment, wondering if he was just imagining things. He glanced over in Peaches direction, and it seemed like the pony heard the noise too as he was also standing still and listening closely. Seconds later, the tapping repeated. Cream gasped softly. Maybe... maybe it was Blake! Maybe he had come out of whatever spell the doctor put on him. The horseboy turned quickly with a swish of his soft golden tail, then quickly clopped back over to his door to peek out the window... "B... Blake?" the boy asked nervously.

Just as quickly as Cream got his hopes up that his brother had come to rescue them, he was disappointed as he realized that there was a human, not a stallion, standing in front of his door. He sighed and whimpered, thinking it was probably just an associate of the doctor's. "W... what do you want?" the boy stammered a little while moving slightly back from the door.

Finally, a response came. "I need your help."

Cream blinked... the voice sounded so familiar... His mind raced... where had he heard that voice before? It had been weeks... maybe months? Then, realization hit him and he narrowed his eyes a bit... Peaches looked to him questioningly, clearly not recognizing the voice of his former owner after all this time. "Billy..." Cream huffed, shaking his head and stepping back a bit more. Peaches gasped, flicking his ears up and becoming agitated, even angry at the mention of Billy's name.

"You're bad! And you... you put us in here!" Cream looked at the door angrily as well. "Why would I help you?" he asked incredulously.

Billy was silent for a moment, and then answered confidently, "Because you need my help, too."