Chapter 9: Brenda's First Love

Dr's John Webson and Susan Mixon medically examined Brenda the day she was born. They declared that she was normal for a human/equine baby; her birth weight at 15 pounds (6.8039 Kg) wasn't considered abnormal for her breeding. Her genitals were a mixture of equine and human. Her clitoris was more like that of a filly than a baby girl's.

During her medical examination, John Webson realised that her nipples were abnormally large for a child her age.

Just to be on the safe side John decided to take a blood test and have it analysed.

When the results came back, they were surprised to learn that Brenda's blood test showed a mixture of DNA's. Had she been born a foal her DNA would have shown 64 (32 pairs) of chromosomes and as she was born nearer to a normal baby than a foal her DNA would have been 46 (32 pairs) of chromosomes. Instead her DNA was 56 (28 pairs) of chromosomes, which meant it might be possible to get pregnant to a man or a stallion.

After reading, the report neither John nor Susan knew if she would ever be able to bear offspring. Their only fear was that she would be as mulish as the offspring between a stallion and a jenny (stallion donkey mix).

All they could do was to wait until Brenda reached her pubescent years. When her growth towards maturity quickened, John Webson suspected it was because her equine genes were much stronger than her human genes. At the age of seven months, she was more active than any normal child would have been.

Her appearance began to change when as she neared her first birthday. There was sharpness to her facial features, which left her looking as if she was of Spanish extraction.

Brenda had always accepted in both the animal and human worlds. She knew more about sex as a ten-year-old than any other ten year old. She had watched as her mother being mated often enough and she had watched her mother giving birth on several occasions. It was after one such birth; that Angela took her into Frank Mullins office and closed the door.

Once they were sitting, at his desk. Angela said, "Brenda, I think its time for you to learn who you are."

"I know who I am, grandma," Brenda said.

"Tell me what you know about yourself," Angela said.

"I'm just a kid growing up on this property," Brenda replied.

"I'm truly sorry to disappoint you, Brenda, you are not the normal woman you think you are," Angela said. "You have a mixture of human and animal genes."

"What are you saying grandma?" Brenda asked with tears in her eyes.

"What I am trying to tell you is that while you look like any normal female, who is accepted in society in the world outside this property. You aren't." Angela said. "You have to accept the fact that you are still part human and part equine, Even though you appear to be human," Angela said.

"Does that mean that I can never get married and have children?" Brenda asked.

"Yes, I am afraid it does mean that you can never get married," Angela replied quietly. "It doesn't mean you won't have children. It also means that you will soon be entering your pubescent stage in life and if you haven't already, you will soon start experiencing sexual urges."

"What should I do when that happens?" Brenda asked.

"Just follow your heart and do what you feel comfortable doing." Angela replied.

"What will happen, Nan if I don't want that happening to me," Brenda said in a heated voice.

"I know you can understand the horses out there, so just be careful." Angela said to her. "And be extremely careful around your uncle, he doesn't care if you are related or not. I know you have watched him with your mother."

"It was exciting to watch but that's not for me," Brenda replied. "I like the way I am and I certainly don't want anything as big as Dillon inside me. Besides I'm not old enough to get pregnant."

"Yes, you are," Angela replied. "You have been old enough to get pregnant for a long time now

"But grandma, I haven't started my periods yet," Brenda said quietly.

"You probably never will have periods," Angela replied.

After the conversation with her grandmother, Brenda knew a little more about what her role in life would be and that she had to accept the fact that her life was no longer under her control.

By the age of 15 (7years equine), she was seventy-two inches tall (18 hands). Had she been born a filly, she would have mated at least twice, since she'd never had any desires toward sex. She lived a quiet relaxed life showing no fear of any male animal.

She had always been fleet of foot but during those years, she had the speed and stamina of a thoroughbred. She could jog for hours at a time and enjoyed racing against and beating both two and four legged opponents.

During those years, she had learned to communicate with her mother in a language that no one else could understand.

Unlike human mothers, Belle couldn't explain the experience of motherhood.

Brenda awoke early on a warm day a week before her sixteenth birthday. After stripping off her night attire, before dressing she stood in front of the full length mirror and admired her naked body as she ran her hands down over her body as she had done many times before. As she caressed her small orange sized breasts and rubbed and tweaked her large nipples a feeling of excitement started in the pit of her stomach that she had never experienced before.

Lying back on her bed with her knees raised and her spread thighs, she had a clear view of her vagina. At first she didn't realise that she was experiencing, until Angela opened her door and entered her room.

Brenda looked up and said, "I feel so funny Grandma. My body is tingly all over Like I want to do something but I don't know what."

"It means that you want to have sex and that's a good reason why you shouldn't go out into the paddock today, unless you are really ready for sex" Angela replied.

"Oh, oh, oh ... ughhhhhhhhh..." Brenda moaned, as she unashamedly toyed with her pussy in front of Angela.

Angela moved closer her granddaughter not to stop what she was doing, just by looking at her she knew that Brenda would soon make up her own mind.

Brenda was still naked when she left the sanctity of her room went to the pasture, intending to follow her daily routine with the colts and fillies. Instead of running as she usually did, she stood at the fence and waited.

She didn't really understand why the two-year-old colt trotted up to the fence she smelt something she had never smelt before. It wasn't gross, or pungent, just a subtle somewhat gentle odour. She ignored it until sensed that there was something about the one of the colts that made her happy when she looked at him. She suddenly realised why he was showing so much interested in her. She was shaking as if she was cold except the morning was quite hot. When the colt raised his head high and curled back his top lip, as she had seen her uncle do before he mounted her mother. She knew he could smell her sexual arousal.

She quickly turned and ran for the fence with the colt in hot pursuit. The colt was gaining on her when she reached the fence; and quickly got herself through.

It was when she turned and looked back at the colt that she realised what her grandmother had said would happen to her, was happening. She knew she would be in trouble if she got back into the paddock.

Brenda had no idea that she was being watched by someone behind a clump of bushes between her and the main building; it was a sixteen-year-old youth from the local township. It wasn't the first time he had watched her. Over a period of weeks, he had been able to work out what her daily routine was. He had never seen her naked before.

As Brenda walhed past the clump of bushes, the youth jumped up and grabbed her from behind.

She could have easily broken away from him and raced to the lab, but for some reason she didn't.

"You really are beautiful," he said. "But why were you flaunting your naked body in front of the ponies?"

"Thankyou," Brenda replied. "Bbbut what are you doing here?" she stammered, ignoring his question.