Message-ID: <2777eli$9708100040@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2777.txt>
From: Stephanie <stephanie@nym.alias.net>
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: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
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 |
\ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/>    .../assm/faq.html> /