Chapter 1

Amy [16] awoke, startled by the shrill chiming of her alarm. She settled back into her pillow and looked sideways at her clock. Reading the digital display she sat bolt-upright.

“8:30? Shit, I’m going to be so late!”

Amy jumped out of bed and dressed as quickly as she could in her jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. As soon as she was decent she rushed downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a banana and an apple for breakfast. She’d have to skip the normal coffee and cereal if she was going to get to sixth form college on time.

She rushed over the road to her bus stop just as the bus arrived. She sat at the back of the bus once she’d paid her fare and started wolfing down her fruit as if she’d not eaten in weeks.

The reason Amy was so worried about being late today, of all days, was because her class was going on a trip to a science lab. She’d always had a love for science, especially forensics, so in college, she’d taken the course that gave her the widest scientific education possible.

The journey was half an hour on the bus and a 2-minute run to stop at the college gate where her class was getting onto a coach for the 2-hour journey to the lab they were visiting.

“Amy!” her tutor said. “Just in time. We were going to leave without you.”

“Sorry Andrew,” she said. “I’m still not used to living on my own.”

“Never mind that. Get your backside on the coach or we’ll all be late there.”

Amy smiled and got on the coach, taking a seat next to her best friend, Lucy [also 16].

Amy had left home 3 months ago, to live in a flat by herself. She’d had to take a part-time job to pay the rent, but the landlord was, thankfully, very understanding. She was also grateful that sixth form college was much more relaxed than secondary school. The tutors understood why she was always late and always spoke to her like she was an adult and not a naughty child.

A few minutes later, the coach set off through the city centre to the other side of the city where the lab was set up like a little farm. Apparently, the lab dealt in cloning experiments; how it could be done successfully. While scientists had cloned a sheep back in the 1990s, Dolly the sheep, being a clone, didn’t have a very long lifespan. The purpose of this lab was to find a way to make cloning possible while retaining the average lifespan of cloned animals.

Amy found it all extremely fascinating, which is why she’d worked her ass off to be able to pay for this trip. She’d taken any extra shifts or overtime she could at work.

“Alarm again?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah,” Amy replied. “No matter what time I go to bed, the damned thing doesn’t ever wake me up the first time it goes off.”

Amy watched the city roll past quietly, talking to Lucy when she was required to, but mainly she listened to Lucy pine on about how good in bed her boyfriend was. She didn’t seem to have any shame, not even appearing to try and keep her voice down. It was as if she wanted to let the world know she was fucking who she described as “the best lay in the city.”

After what seemed an eternity, the city ended and the countryside began to sidle by. The beauty of the English countryside always took her breath away. The rolling hills, shimmering streams like ribbons of tinsel on the tree at Christmas, the herds of animals behind their fences and natural barricades, always made her feel as if she was floating.

Before Amy knew it, the coach had stopped, pulled up to an ordinary-looking farmhouse. A small group of men and women wearing various kinds of outfits awaited them. Some of them looked like the scientists they were, others looked like they belonged in an office or supermarket.

The class left the coach and gathered in front of the scientists. The man at the front of their welcoming committee stepped forward and cleared his throat.

“I’m Doctor Michaels,” he said. “I’m the Chief Researcher at this facility and will be giving you a tour today. We’ll be showing you many of the labs here and explaining what it is we’re trying to accomplish with our work.”

He led them inside and down a flight of stairs. The labs were impressive in size. The entire “farm” must have been built after the labs were, so as not to have a modernized building in a place where a farm would look more at home. Doctor Michaels confirmed this suspicion quickly.

“Of course,” he explained, “the fields on the surface do hold animals that we occasionally take samples from. We keep them well-fed and exercised, everything they need each and every day.”

They spent the morning touring the main labs and taking notes on what was done in each area. When noon came, they stopped for lunch in the cafeteria, which was in the large farmhouse, though it looked like it belonged in a school or a hospital.

Amy thought the morning had gone well. She’d learned things from the tour of the labs, some of it had taken a large amount of concentration to understand because it was very complex, but she’d grasped it fairly quickly.

Lucy, however, was bored out of her mind. Though she was taking the course, she wasn’t very interested in cloning or experimental science. She preferred hard facts.

“I wish I’d stayed in bed,” she told Amy while they ate. “That Doctor Michaels guy sure likes to drone on.”

“Yeah, well it’s his job when students come here,” Amy said. “You can’t hold it against him. Besides, it’s all interesting stuff. Imagine what cloning could be used for.”

“Don’t care,” Lucy said.

“Even if cloning saved your life one day?” Amy asked her, grinning slyly.

“How could it do that?” Lucy asked, ignorantly.

“Well, say you needed an organ transplant, and there was none available,” Amy began. “They could possibly clone the organ they needed from your own DNA, giving you an organ guaranteed to be a match.”

“That’s Science-Fiction talking, Amy.”

“It may be Science-Fact, one day soon,” Andrew cut in. “Sorry to eavesdrop, debating such things is interesting; hearing everyone’s views on things and such.”

They spent the rest of their lunch debating the pros and cons of cloning which seemed to make Lucy happy. She really got into it and soon they were having an intellectual argument without a hint of boredom from her.

When lunch was over, Doctor Michaels told them they were going to tour the labs where they were doing more experimental cloning techniques, which meant going even further down.

The facility had 3 levels: the farmhouse, which held the cafeteria and a few offices, the basement, which had the primary testing labs, and the sub-basement, which held labs for more difficult testing.

It was the first lab in the sub-basement where Amy made the mistake of picking up a beaker full of liquid. It wasn’t exactly against the rules of the trip, they just had to wear gloves, eye protection and a lab coat, all of which she was wearing.

“Be careful with that,” Doctor Michaels said. “It’s hard to replace.”

“What is it?” Amy asked.

“A mixture of horse-DNA, testosterone and something I can’t tell you about,” he replied, winking slightly. “Wouldn’t want a secret formula we made to get leaked onto the internet or anything and wind up being used without our oversight, now, would we?”

“Is it dangerous?” Amy asked, intrigued.

“Not that we know. Of course, because of its expense, we’re extremely careful with it.”

Amy held the beaker up to the light and looked through it. It was a light, clear green colour and had the consistency of water. She lowered it when her arm started to ache slightly, so she wouldn’t drop it. She didn’t notice a few drops drip down the outside of the beaker and onto her hand. She gave the beaker a small sniff and smelled something similar to bleach. She put the beaker down and followed the rest of the class. As she did so, she opened a stick of chewing gum and slipped it quickly into her mouth and chewed it, careful not to let anybody see her do so, knowing the rules of a lab.

By the end of the day, Amy was tired. She’d had fun and learned a lot, but it had taken a lot out of her, too. She made her dinner and sat in front of the television to watch a few of her favourite shows, which were mainly CSI and NCIS. They were what had gotten her into science in the first place. As she watched, she got even more tired steadily.

The next thing Amy knew, she was on her hands and knees, though she couldn’t feel anything below the knee on either leg. She looked up to see not her living room, but a field with a few horses in it. The horses were grazing on the grass, their tails whipping through the air at flies.

She looked down and saw that what she had thought were her arms, were actually a horse’s front legs.

“What the hell is going on?” she thought.

She looked around again and sniffed at the air. She could smell the warm, sweet scent of horses. She’s always liked how horses smelled. She’d first smelled it when she’d learned to ride as a child and it had made the experience more engaging for her. Just the smell of these horses brought back her memories of the horses she used to ride.

Suddenly, Amy was awake, the TV was on and she was highly confused. Firstly, was the dream. It was confusing the hell out of her, why the hell did she have it? The most obvious assumption was because of the class trip. She’d examine the dream later.

There seemed to be a more pressing matter. Her panties seemed much too tight as if they’d been pulled up into her crotch when she’d fallen on the floor, but it didn’t feel right for that situation.

She looked down and noticed that her skirt had bunched up and she could see the problem. Her panties were bulging out and to one side, dangling by her leg was a huge testicle. She was instantly scared.

Amy ripped her panties down and in the scant dawn light, she saw the sheath of a horse’s cock and slightly lower down, 2 large balls that were now resting on the floor.

“This is a dream!” she said, loudly. “This isn’t real!”

But she knew that in a dream, you never proclaimed that it wasn’t a dream. Just to satisfy her urge to know for sure, she pinched herself hard. It hurt a lot.

“How did this happen?” she asked as if the simple notion of asking would give her the answer.

Amy jumped up and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror for a better view of this unnatural thing. When she got there, she ripped her knickers off and stared into the mirror, willing it to be a hallucination.

She reached down and tentatively touched the sheath. It felt real and she could feel the veins and the soft, regular pulse of blood flowing through it. She gave it a slight squeeze and could feel something inside it.

She felt a stirring feeling in her stomach. It was like butterflies going haywire. She was still looking in the mirror when she saw the soft tube of her newly-grown cock edging slowly from its sheath. As she watched, Amy saw it spring quickly from soft and flexible to unimaginably hard. It hurt, it was so hard.