Message-ID: <2777eli$9708100040@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Stephanie Subject: NEW TG: Rash Decisions (1/3) by Stephanie Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.stories.erotic,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19970809202356.1231.qmail@nym.alias.net> TG: Rash Decisions (1/3) This is a short and fairly light-hearted story. I've been toying with the idea for over a year. It's set in my DNA universe, but it is not a continuation of the main storyline. It's set about ten years after the first story. My next story is called 'It's Hard to be a Man' and after that I'll finally get to DNA III. My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525. There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put a similar page up on that site, let me know. This story is copyright 1997 by Stephanie. All rights reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long as the work is not altered or charged for. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. Rash Decisions Part One by Stephanie Robert was in love. He had first seen her a week before, when work had started on clearing an area of woodland he passed on his way to work. He had been utterly entranced from the first moment he had seen her. Every day, he'd slow his car as he passed by on his way to work to catch a glimpse of her. She would still be working as he returned home from his dull office job every evening. She was obviously very fit, and had well-defined muscles rippling under her skin. Robert found the power of her body erotic. Often, he'd go out to where she was working and discreetly admire her. Several times they had passed with a few feet of each other, but he had never got the nerve to approach her. He was in love with all of her, from her flowing auburn hair down to her four powerful legs and tail. Don't get the wrong idea, she wasn't a horse. Well, she was half of one. The first centaurs had appeared a few years earlier. Like the rest of the planet, Robert had been fascinated by them when they had first appeared, but he hadn't really thought that much more about them until now. It was reckoned that there was over fifteen thousand centaurs around the world. They were just another in the long line of benefits that Professor Anne Chamberlain's DNA altering process had produced. All the centaurs had originally been normal human beings, of course. Since seeing his beautiful four-legged angel, Robert had become fascinated by centaurs. They were a tough people and even their human halves didn't need much clothing in all but the severest weather. The object of Robert's attention would rarely wear anything more than a simple bikini top, a utility belt and a hard hat. Her equine half was covered in dappled grey hair. Her human half looked very fit, but Robert spent most of his time watching her face. She had a wonderful smile that made her look more beautiful to Robert than anyone else he had ever seen. She wore her hair long, but she tied it back in a pony tail while working. The only problem lay in how to approach her. Human/centaur relations weren't exactly unknown. While some people frowned on it, there was nothing legally against it. After all, in the eyes of the law they were all totally human. But his angel was always surrounded by other centaurs. If she had been alone, then perhaps he could have pluck up the courage to approach her, but he could never do it with other people around, especially centaurs. And there the story might have ended, if it hadn't have been for a drastic change in Robert's situation. He was 'downsized' by his company along with most of his colleagues. It was as he was sitting by the window one day half reading the jobs vacant section of his paper, and thinking of his favorite centaur, that the idea occurred to him. It'd be a radical lifestyle change, but he couldn't face going for another dreary office job. But how did you actually go about becoming a centaur? After some enquires he found himself filling out a seemingly endless series of forms in a faceless government office. DNA altering viruses were strictly controlled in an attempt to stop their use for illegal purposes. "How long will I have to wait until I know whether I've been accepted?" Robert asked the official. The bored official looked at him, "The waiting list is so long you'll probably have to wait nine months or so until your case is looked at. Then it could be anything up to a year before you hear if you've made it through to the second stage." Robert left in a daze. He hadn't realized things were so bad. He would have to wait at least two years, and that was if he was lucky! He was so depressed he decided to head for a bar rather than go back home. The barman could easily see how depressed Robert was. As Robert drank he poured out his problems to the barman. The barman nodded and made the right noises in the right places, but he wasn't really listening. He had listened to tales of woe from his customers for over thirty years and he wasn't that interested. While the barman was down the other end of the bar another man slipped onto the stool next to Robert's. "I heard you talking about your problem," the man said quietly. "The amount of bureaucracy is stupid isn't it?" "Tell me about it," said Robert morosely. "Two years! Even then I might not get anywhere. She'll be long gone by then." "There are other routes you can take," said the man. "Ones where you don't have to bother yourself with the inefficient government. Ones that guarantee what you want now, not years down the road." Robert looked at the man for the first time, "What are you talking about?" "Sshhh. Not so loud! There are other ways to become a centaur than just through the government." "Yeah. Not legal ones, though." "Well...no, not as such, but they guarantee you can become a centaur. Which is far more than you'll get from the government." "True," Robert said. He knew that dealing with illegal DNA pushers was dangerous, but he was never going to become a centaur in time to reach the woman he loved without them. "Okay, how much?" "Fifty thousand dollars," the man said. "Fifty thousand!" Robert exclaimed. The man shushed him and looked around to see if they had been overheard. Satisfied that no-one was paying attention he turned back to Robert. "I know it seems a lot, but you have to balance that against the risks I take and how much you want to achieve your dream. It'll also pay for your computer records to be altered. There would be too many awkward questions if you suddenly became a centaur without any of the documentation." Robert thought long and hard. He could sell his apartment and still have quite a bit left over, but was it worth it? What else did he have to look forward to? Another soul-sapping office job? He knew he'd regret this for the rest of his life if he didn't do it. "I'll need some time to get the money together." "Yeah, sure. Don't take too long though. I can't stay in one place for too long. I'll be here every night until the end of the week." The next day Robert launched himself into selling his apartment. He managed to get a sale in a very quick time by dropping the price. Even so, it wouldn't go through before his time limit ran out, but a loan would cover him until the sale was finalized. Robert was visibly shaking when he returned to the bar. He was afraid that the DNA pusher was either gone or would turn out to be an undercover cop. To his relief the man was still there. After a quick introduction, Robert showed the man his debit card. The amount on its display was just above what the man had asked for. In response the man told him to go to an address the following evening. He also took Robert's details so he could start editing Robert's files. The address proved to be a deserted warehouse. The man was waiting there with a heavy metal suitcase. He opened it and showed some documents to Robert. The details were exactly the same except they showed that he had undergone DNA therapy to become a centaur. The man led Robert to a partitioned off area that might have been an office at one time. In it was some blankets and a large pile of food and water. "What's the food for?" Robert asked. "You'll need it to build up the mass a centaur has," the man replied. He pulled out a hypospray and injected it into Robert's arm. "That's all there is to it, just eat when you feel hungry and you'll be okay." The man took Robert's card and debited fifty thousand dollars. Robert okayed the transaction and then pocketed the card. Robert watched the man close his suitcase. He realized with a start that he could have injected with just about anything and that he could have been set up. Although, it was far to late to back out now. The man turned as he was leaving, "Good luck," he said. "I suggest you strip now, before it gets too uncomfortable." He turned and hurried off. Robert was about to follow when he started to feel a churning in his stomach. A tingling was starting in the lower half of his body. He quickly followed the man's advice and stripped his jeans and trainers off. The DNA transforming virus was already at work. His legs were far hairier than he remembered and they were changing shape before his eyes. His feet started to throb and Robert quickly sat down. His feet were starting to retract into balls and a hard surface was spreading across them. Hooves! He was growing hooves. His eyes ran up his lengthening legs. They were certainly becoming far more equine in design. At least he hadn't been conned by the DNA pusher. Any other thoughts were pushed out of the way by his growing hunger. The DNA altering virus was running out or raw material. Robert fell on the pile of food and started eating as fast as he could. He never felt full as the virus almost instantly utilized every morsel that he swallowed. Despite the hunger he felt he was still acutely aware of the changes is body was undergoing. His genitals moved down and behind their normal position as his rump started to expand. His rump grew so quickly he had to lie on his side as he ate. It felt really odd to have such a large mass growing behind him. It felt even odder to actually feel things with it. He looked back and saw that his tail had already started to grow in. He was about three-quarters of the way through the pile when he felt his second pair of legs start to grow in. They tingled as they grew in size and length to match his front legs. He felt them moving over the blanket as they grew. Then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Robert put down the loaf of bread he was eating and lay back on the floor. He could tell without looking that it had been a success. He moved each of his four legs in turn. Walking with four legs was going to take some getting used to, he realized. He had to stand up and see what it was like, but how did you get up with a massive horse's body under you? His arms weren't strong enough for the task, but Robert found that he could scramble into an upright position using his new legs. He was anything but graceful doing it, but he was glad to make it at all. Robert stood on his four new legs, they quivered a bit, but managed to hold up his new bulk. His hooves felt like strange, sensitive shoes. He turned around and looked back at his new lower half. His new equine half had a healthy looking brown coat. He ran his hand over it and was surprised when he could feel his hand resting on it. This is all me, he thought to himself. He saw his tail resting over his hindquarters and tried to flick it. It took him a few moments to find the new muscle that controlled it, but he was soon rewarded by the tail swishing from side to side. Robert turned back and looked down between his own legs. The horse hair started just below his own navel and quickly became a thick horse's pelt. Robert was a little perturbed by the lack of genitals in their usual place. Where he had been used to seeing his penis all his life was now just muscle. His genitals were now well out of reach behind his rear legs. That wasn't important right now, though. What did matter was working out how you walked with four legs rather and two. He tried to walk forward, concentrating on all four legs, and nearly fell over. He steadied himself and tried again. It took him the better part of half an hour before he could move fairly confidently. He found that the best way to walk was not to concentrate on what he was doing. The DNA viruses had probably encoded some basic information in his brain, so that he wouldn't have to learn how to walk from scratch. Even so, he was going to have to practice. Robert walked slowly over to a window, hearing his hooves clicking on the concrete floor, and looked at his reflection in a pane of glass. His face was still recognizably his, though the muscles had been toned up and he seemed to have lost a few years. In fact, he thought he looked quite good. He knew that the inside of his human looking torso had been mostly replaced by muscles, but he wasn't bothered because its exterior hadn't changed that much. With renewed confidence he returned to the small pile of food left after his transformation. He found the meat strangely unappetising, but he tucked into the vegetables with gusto. By the time his hunger was satisfied, it was getting near midnight. Robert didn't feel steady enough on his feet to walk any great distance and he knew he'd have great difficulty reaching his seventh floor apartment. So he decided to remain in the abandoned warehouse for the night. Now, how the hell were you supposed to sleep? Robert was pretty sure some horses slept standing up, but he wouldn't be able to get his human half comfortable doing that. Eventually he stretched out on his side on the blankets, and while he wasn't that comfortable he soon fell asleep. * * * * * * * * * * * * "So, you've never done work like this before?" the foreman asked. "No," replied Robert. "I haven't long had this body." The foreman thought about it. "Normally, I don't employ inexperienced centaurs, but I'm short of people at the moment. Wait here." Robert watched the foreman, who was a fully standard human, go over to where a group of centaurs were working. One of them was the centaur of his dreams. He got a funny tingling in his hindquarters just thinking about her. He had stayed at the warehouse for a further day trying to get used to his new body. He still didn't feel entirely certain with it, but he had to get to the building site where the object of his affections worked as soon as he could. His car was now useless to him and he had abandoned it and had walked across town to get to the building site. He had been very conscious of people looking at him as he walked. Robert had started to worry if he had done the right thing. Reversing most DNA viruses was extremely risky, but one that had changed him as extensively as this was as good as permanent. He had became slightly paranoid and wondered if they knew he had been transformed illegally. He had tried to calm himself down, reminding himself that centaurs were still fairly uncommon. The foreman headed back over to Robert and he brought Robert's angel with him. "Sarah, this is Robert. Show him the ropes, will you?" "Sure," said Sarah. "Welcome aboard, Robert." she said with a warm smile. Her name is Sarah, he thought. He belatedly realized what she said, "Hi." He followed her out onto the building site. "We're still at the stage where we're clearing the ground for the main construction work." She introduced him to the other four centaurs working there and then led him over to the office to fill out the paperwork. The computer in the office seemed to accept his doctored identity card. Robert was still afraid that the authorities would catch up with what he had done. So far, however, everything seemed to be going well. His huge gamble was paying off. He was going to be working alongside the woman of his dreams. Now that he was on a level playing field, he would have a fair shot at Sarah. Her name kept rolling around his head and he had a hard time concentrating on what she was telling him. As he finished filling out the forms he felt a need to go to the bathroom. That was something that was rather different for a centaur than a normal unchanged person. He had been shocked by the amount of mess he had produced the first time he had gone to the toilet as a centaur. "Could you tell me where the bathroom is, please?" he asked Sarah. "Sure. Follow me." she said. She led him over to a secluded corner where some straw had been spread out. Robert's nose told him it had been used. "That's it?" "Well, things are pretty basic out here. Obviously, a chemical toilet would be pretty useless to us here. You haven't been a centaur long, have you?" "No," Robert admitted. "I only changed a couple of days ago." "And they let you out of the transformation institute that quickly?" Sarah asked in amazement. Robert realized his error, but he could hardly change his story now. "I insisted. How long have you been a centaur, if you don't mind me asking." "Not at all. I was among the first batch of people to undergo the process, four years ago. Best decision I ever made." They stood for a few more moments. Then Sarah asked, "Are you going to have a shit or are we going to stand here all day?" "Not with you watching!" Sarah laughed. "You're going to have to get used to our attitudes, Robert. But just this once, I'll give you some space." Robert watched her walk off. She was even more beautiful close-up, and in perfect physical condition. He sighed and lifted his tail. The feelings were fairly similar, though he had to shift a far higher volume than he was used to. Even though he knew a centaur needed more food, he was still surprised by the amount he had to eat. A centaur's food bill must be enormous. When he had finished, he walked over to where Sarah was waiting. "Okay. Now, all you need is a physical," she told him, "and you'll be able to start work. I'll give you the name of my doc." "Thanks," said Robert. "You got yourself changed illegally, didn't you?" Sarah asked suddenly. Robert stopped dead. He felt a chill run right down his spine. She knew. All his plans were going to fall apart. She would turn him in and then all this would have been for nothing. He looked up at her face and desperately tried to think of something to say. TO BE CONTINUED... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /