Message-ID: <2781eli$9708100042@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Stephanie Subject: NEW TG: Rash Decisions (2/3) 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: <19970809202940.12435.qmail@nym.alias.net> TG: Rash Decisions (2/3) 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 Two by Stephanie "W-what do y-you mean?" stammered Robert. "You got yourself transformed illegally," Sarah said. "Admit it. I can tell." "I-it's not true!" "Sarah shook her head. "Yes it is. Why else would you be walking about without any shoes on?" Robert looked down at his hooves in confusion. Of course he didn't have any shoes. Sarah realized that Robert hadn't understood. "HORSEshoes. Even if they had let you out of the institute after twenty-four hours, which they wouldn't, they wouldn't let you walk around without shoes. You'd could really damage your feet that way if you're not careful." Robert was only just beginning to realize what a leap into the dark he had taken. He knew far less than he had thought about life as a centaur. Now, he had fallen at the first hurdle. The government did its best to best to regulate DNA viruses. That meant Robert could expert a jail term and a heavy fine if caught. "Please, don't tell anyone!" he pleaded. "I just wanted this so much!" Sarah put a hand on his bare shoulder. "Hey. Relax, I've no intention of telling anyone." He looked up at her in hope. "You haven't?" "No," she said with a reassuring smile. "As far as I'm concerned, the more centaurs around the better. We'd better get you something for your feet and I'll keep an eye out for you. Why didn't you go through the official routes?" "I couldn't wait two years! I could have wasted all that time and still not have become a centaur." Sarah put an arm around him and guided him towards the other centaurs. Their flanks occasionally brushed together as they walked. The contact was turning Robert on. He was slightly worried that his arousal would become obvious to everyone. It was easy to disguise a hard-on when you had on a pair of pants. When you had nothing on from the waist down, and you were literally hung like a stallion, however, the problem was more acute. Fortunately, he didn't feel the familiar sensation of his member swelling. If the other centaurs had been further away and it had taken longer to reach them, then the story might have been different. Robert was almost glad to reach them when he did. Sarah introduced him to the others. As the foreman had said, they were rather understaffed and there were only three other centaurs working on the large site. There were two females and one male. Barney, the older African-American centaur was married to Gina, the elder of the two other females. The remaining centaur was a blonde called Jenny. Robert was introduced to them. Sarah didn't say anything about his illegal status, but she did tell them he had only recently become a centaur. Sarah wouldn't let him do much work that day, mainly because of his lack of experience. Robert found himself doing menial tasks while he was shown what was expected of him. He was surprised to find himself enjoying the work. It was such a change to be out of the office and doing something worthwhile. They didn't finish work until night was falling. Robert's muscles were aching, but not as much as they would have been in his old body. The DNA virus had obviously toned up his body considerable as it had transformed him. "Do you have a place to stay?" Sarah asked him as they left the site. "Yeah, I do," Robert replied, "but it's on the seventh floor. I'm in the process of selling it." "Don't blame you. Stairs can be a nightmare. I'm sure there's a spare room at the hostel we're staying at." "Built for centaurs?" "Not just centaurs," said Sarah, "there's quite a niche market for hotels for modified people." "I suppose there would be. It never occurred to me before." Sarah tilted her head and looked at him curiously. "You don't strike me as the sort of person who'd become a centaur. Most newly-transformed centaurs have spent months or years learning every single thing about life as a centaur. You're different." Robert couldn't really tell her the main reason he had become a centaur. That he had a crush on her. He knew she wouldn't consider that a good enough reason take the risks he had. In fact, she would probably be quite angry to learn that he had done it all simply to get closer to her. "I hated my job. Not just the job specifically, but all the office jobs I've had. I just had to get out, and this seemed the best way." "I just hope you know what you're doing. There's no way back, you know. You'll have those hooves till the day you die." The hostel was some distance away, but they covered the distance amazingly quickly. Sarah and the others kept their speed down because of Robert. He hadn't moved this fast before in his transformed state, but he felt comfortable going at that speed. he was beginning to feel far more comfortable now. People still turned to watch them go by, but he didn't feel self-conscious now he was with other centaurs. Earlier he had worried that he had rushed headlong into a big mistake, but Sarah seemed really friendly and they appeared to be getting on well. Robert just hoped fervently that she didn't have a boyfriend or husband at the moment. One thing at a time, though. Today had been more than successful enough. He had made friends with Sarah. The hostel was surprisingly large. Sarah pointed out that centaurs needed to build their houses bigger for obvious reasons. A bar was built into the first floor, with the centaur rooms directly above. Above them were smaller rooms for the other kinds of transformed humans. The bar wasn't packed, but it was fairly lively. Robert's eyes widened at the collection of altered people. As well as several more centaurs, there were a couple of angels and the odd half-human/half-animal specialist person. Barney got the drinks in and Robert was surprised at the size of the glasses. "They hold about two pints each," Sarah told him. "I suppose we need a bit to get us drunk," Robert replied. "It can be done quite easily. I remember the first time I got really smashed as a centaur. My legs were all going in different directions. They had to leave me to sleep on the floor where I had fallen. The hangovers are killers though." She smiled. "Anyway, there's a specialist in centaur medicine I know just out of town. He'll give you a once over and get you some shoes." Robert dredged through his memory. "Don't they nail them to the hoof?" "Well, you can have that done if you want," said Sarah. "There's quite a few centaurs who want proper old-style horseshoes. Frankly, I'd never let anyone nail anything to me. I've never even had my ears pierced." Sarah slipped something off of her hoof and bent down to pick it up. It was a tricky manoeuvre for a centaur in an enclosed space, but she managed it gracefully without any trouble. Robert remembered that she had been a centaur longer than nearly anyone else. She put the shoe on the table so Robert could see it. "You just slip it on," she explained, "and it's very secure. Horse's hooves were never designed with streets in mind. These have rubber built into them to cushion the blow." She took the shoe back and put it on. "They're costly, but worth it in the long run." "So how is life like as a centaur?" Robert asked. "That's the sort of question you're supposed to ask _before_ you get yourself transformed." Sarah replied with a giggle. "I was always fascinated with horses and I rode from an early age. When this process came available I leapt at it. Back when I got transformed there were barely fifty centaurs in the whole world. Now that's grown to about fifteen thousand. I never thought there would be so many. My mom had a fit when she found out what I was planning to do." "How do they feel about it now?" "They got used to it. Dad is fine about me, but Mom still doesn't really approve. She hides it well though. Do you have any family?" "My mother lives out in Texas. We're not close at all." "I'm sorry to hear that." Robert shrugged. "It's ancient history." As the evening progressed Robert worked his way through several of the two-pint drinks. He was amazed at the capacity of his new stomach. The beer didn't seem to be affecting him that much either. That wasn't really surprising considering the much larger size of his new body. Later on Robert and the other centaurs moved to a larger table where they consumed a large amount of food. It was an entirely vegetarian meal. Robert had enjoyed meat before his change, but now he didn't find it that appetizing. He guessed that his new form wasn't designed to eat meat, but he couldn't ask Sarah such a basic question with the other centaurs around. Sarah had booked him a room. In the rush of the day's activities he had forgotten he needed to do that. It was late into the evening when they finally decided to got to bed. He found he was a little unsteady on his feet when he started to walk. He was alright standing still, but moving all four legs in the right order was suddenly more difficult. Sarah noticed Robert's unsteadiness and helped him to stay balanced. "I should have given more time to get used to your new body before getting you drunk." She led him up the wide sloping ramp that led up to the next floor. "Tomorrow is Saturday. We'll get you some shoes and I'll get my friend to give you a check-up. Okay, Robert?" "Fine," Robert replied. He was aware of how close he was to Sarah. His alcohol-addled mind wondered what sex was like as a centaur. Was the experience more intense because the genitalia was so much larger. An image flashed through his mind of rearing up onto her back. His hindquarters started tingling again, but he didn't care. Sarah showed him his room. "Thanks for everything you've done for me today," he said. "Hey, no problem." On an impulse he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You've done far more than you had to." Sarah smiled. "We centaurs have to stick together, don't we? Now, go to bed and sleep the booze off." He nodded and went into his room. Sarah smiled and shook her head. He was cute, though. She laughed it off. She had barely known him for half a day, but his naivete was a breath of fresh air. She turned and headed to her own room. In his room, Robert was looking around him. It was a fairly large room, but there wasn't much in it. Just a large bed, a window and a portable TV. He went over to the bed. It was a water bed covered in a durable looking cover. Well, that answered the question about whether centaurs slept standing up or lying down. He kneeled unsteadily and then edged his way onto the bed. After quite a bit of shuffling he managed to get all of his bulk on the bed. This wasn't too bad. In fact, it felt quite comfortable. He looked back down the length of his body. He was still astounded with himself for going through with it. Yet it had paid off. He and Sarah had clicked. He was sure of it. He was exhausted from the day's activities and any other thoughts were lost as he quickly fell asleep. Robert was glad that the next day was the start of the weekend. His head was pounding and he felt a little woozy. He felt a need to use the bathroom and it took him a little while to locate it. Again, it was outside. Robert was glad to see it was a proper toilet modified for centaur use and not just some straw on the ground. Sarah was already up and about. After another hefty meal, she said it was time to set out to get Robert some shoes. They left on foot. Robert was still amazed at the speed he could reach. They didn't press themselves to the limit, partly to avoid risking Robert's bare hooves, but mostly to avoid getting a speeding ticket. They were already on the edge of town and Sarah led him straight out into the countryside. The morning hadn't got too warm and Robert was really enjoying himself. He was becoming more and more convinced that he had made the right choice in becoming a centaur. The road gave way to a dust track and they cantered up to a farm. Robert could tell as soon as they arrived that the house had not been designed and built with a two-legged human in mind. "You didn't tell me he was a centaur," Robert said. "You didn't ask. Stands to reason, though, doesn't it?" She looked at one of the surrounding fields and waved. "Don't mention that you didn't get transformed legally," she told Robert. "You might get away with it, but it isn't worth the risk, and it would put me in an awkward spot." Robert turned to look and saw a centaur running at full speed across the field to meet them. "Don't worry," he said, "I won't say anything." The new arrival was in his late thirties. he was going bald, but had a hairy chest to compensate. "Sarah!" he called, "I haven't seen you in a while." "Sorry, Nick," Sarah replied, "I've been busy lately. I need to ask a favor. My friend, Robert, needs a set of shoes and a basic medical. He started work yesterday and he needs a check-up and a new set of shoes." Nick and Robert shook hands. Then the doctor took them round to the house. Nick took measurements of Robert's hooves. He told Robert that he had a pair of shoes he could adjust for him. "Why don't you two go out for a bit," Nick told them. "This will take a while." "Good idea!" Sarah replied. "Come on Robert." She led Robert back out into one of the fields. "Shall we see how fast you can go?" "I don't know. Is it alright to try it without shoes?" he asked cautiously. He was very curious to see what he could achieve at full speed. "Course it is! This is the terrain your feet were designed for! You'll like this. I remember the first time I really pushed myself." She started moving forward in a trot. "Come on! Match yourself to me." Robert moved alongside Sarah, matching her speed. Slowly she started to run faster. He had little difficulty in keeping up with her. Almost without realizing it, he was racing around the field, his hooves thundering into the ground. He ran to the end of the field and turned smartly. He was amazed at his power. He was going so fast the fence was a blur. He was doing this without the aid of any machine, just the power of his own body. Finally, he slowed to a stop. His entire body tingled from the exertion. Sarah pulled up alongside him and they smiled broadly at each other. Neither could speak for a few moments as they were gulping in huge amounts of air to fill their large lungs. "That was fantastic!" Robert finally said in amazement. "You can do so much more with that body than you could with your old two-legged one. You're stronger, faster and probably better looking than you were before." Robert was startled by that last remark. Was the woman of his dreams showing some interest in him, or was she just being playful? She grinned and galloped away. Robert chased her across the field. She was far more agile and faster than him and he was unable to catch her. Some time later as they passed the house, they saw Nick waving from the window. "He's got the shoes ready," Sarah said. "Probably best if we have a quick shower first. You smell." Robert saw that both of them had gotten sweaty during the run through the field. "You're no bed of roses yourself." he retorted. She pointed to a basic shower attachment by the side of the house. As they headed towards it, she called out to Nick to get some towels. "Don't you people do anything indoors?" Robert asked. "Where's the fun in that?" Sarah asked back. "Most of the people who want to be centaurs are outdoors people. Anyway, our bodies are far more durable than they were before." Without warning, she turned the shower faucet on him and blasted him with cold water. He shouted in mock anger and tried to wrestle the faucet from her. Both of them were soaking wet within seconds. It stopped suddenly when they accidentally looked deep into each other's eyes. Robert was certain he could see desire in her emerald eyes. The moment was broken when Nick appeared. He smirked at the startled look on the other two centaurs. Then he tossed two large towels to them. "I've got a set of shoes that should fit you fine, Robert. You ready for your check-up?" "Yeah," Robert replied, "but to be honest I feel better than I have in years." While Sarah waited outside, Robert and Nick went through to a small examination room. "I have a lot of centaurs on my books. Most of them prefer having a doctor who is a centaur as well." Nick ran a few tests on Robert. He listened to Robert's lungs and pronounced them sound. "Have you been a centaur long?" Nick asked. "I only got out of the institute a week or so back." Robert hoped the doctor would be satisfied with that. "Oh, so this will be your first job as a centaur, then?" Nick checked Robert's body all over to make sure it had formed properly. "To be honest," Nick said, "this is mostly a formality. Most problems in the transformation process would kill you instantly. If you get this far with no problems, then you're probably fine. Though I always suggest that all my patients have regular medicals. Just in case." Robert felt embarrassed as Nick moved around to his rear and began examining his private parts. "Oh," Nick commented slightly surprised, "I hadn't noticed you had Gifford's Condition." Robert's heart skipped a beat. What the hell was Gifford's Condition? He couldn't ask the doctor because he should already know. At least he probably would if he had been transformed legally. "How are you coping with it?" Nick asked. "Okay," he replied. "It hasn't caused a problem yet." That much was the truth anyway as he hadn't known he had it until that moment. "It must have been a bit of a shock finding out." Nick said. You got that right, Robert thought sourly. "Anyway, as you've probably been told, no centaur puts any stigmata on this condition. About five percent of the centaur population have the same condition and it doesn't in anyway hinder their lives." Nick didn't sound at all worried to Robert. That meant his condition couldn't be that serious, but he wished he knew what the condition was. Nick carried on inspecting the rest of Robert's body before pronouncing him sound. Sarah was waiting for them outside. "So how is he, doc?" she asked. "He's in perfect condition," Nick pronounced. Robert was glad the doctor didn't mention his condition. He wanted to find out something about it before he even considered telling Sarah. Robert paid for the shoes and had to be helped into them. "There's a knack to it," Sarah told him, "you'll get the hang of it in a few days. In the meantime, I'll just have to give you a helping hand." She smiled at him again. Robert was convinced there was more than just friendship in it. Or maybe he was just hoping there was. They thanked the doctor and set off back to town. The shoes felt odd, but they did cushion his feet against the hard surface of the road. He was alone with Sarah again. His spirits were dampened by the uncertainty of 'Gifford's Condition' hanging over him. He wouldn't be comfortable until he knew how exactly it effected him. It couldn't be too bad however, or the doctor would have been concerned. "Have you decided where you are going to live once you've sold your apartment?" she asked him. "Not really, but I haven't a clue where I'll move to." "I'm getting a little tired moving around from one building job to another. Maybe I'll look for another job and settle down." They made good time back to the hostel. Sarah wanted to do some shopping, but Robert said he felt tired and wanted to have a lie down. Once back in his room, Robert switched on the TV and accessed the data channels. For a small fee he was able to access one of the on-line encyclopaedias and download all the information it had on non-mythical centaurs. He didn't want to waste time going through reams and reams of Greek myth. There was a surprising amount of material, but he quickly narrowed down his search to the references to Gifford's Condition. The first reference he came across was frustratingly vague. It mentioned that a significant minority had the condition, but that cases of it occurring were much rarer these days, thanks to a new version of the DNA Centaur Virus. The next reference he came across was a medical textbook. Robert had a hard time following some of the details. "The complexities of the DNA virus," read Robert, "means that occasionally the morphogenic process may diverge from the correct path. The most common condition is also the least harmful." Well, that was good news. "It is named after Arthur Gifford, the first centaur to have this condition." There followed some pictures of Arthur Gifford and some more of his rear end. "As can be seen in fig 1, the human half of the transformation has worked as expected. The equine segment however has undergone a divergence from the expected template." Robert stopped reading. He had finally worked out what was bothering him about the pictures of Arthur Gifford's anatomy. He walked over to the wall mirror and lifted it from its mountings. He carefully laid it on the floor and then walked over it. Bending forward and looking down between his legs at the mirror, he could see his the underside of his rear for the first time. His anatomy was similar to the ones in the photos. He should have been hung like a stallion, but there was nothing there. Nothing at all. Thinking back, he couldn't remember having an erection since his transformation. He lifted his tail and peered into the mirror. It was difficult to get a clear view, but he could see enough. His head span as his worst fears were confirmed. As he staggered upright he stepped on the mirror and it cracked. Robert didn't care, he already had far more than just seven years bad luck. He was stuck with this body for life, and it wasn't the body of a stallion. From his waist down he was completely female. He was a mare! Robert collapsed on the bed. His great gamble had backfired totally. He was stuck in this form and what chance did he have with Sarah now? She wouldn't want to have anything to do with him as he was the same gender as her! He was going to be stuck as a female for the rest of his life! 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> /