Basically a 'carryover chapter' taking the novel to it's next phase. The five friends discuss and decide their futures.
Mare's Tales - by: Beverly Taff
Chapter 13.
The woman who said that moving is one of the most stressful experiences
a woman can go through, was not kidding. We five girls felt our whole
world was being torn to pieces. Jenny was carefully monitoring every
file and book that was the sum of our years of study and research. The
paper and floppy discs alone filled a large van and the removal men
shook their heads as each box was methodically filed and noted on
Jenny's laptop computer attached to her wheel chair.
Veronica was absent most of the day sorting out the final legalities of
gifting the flat to the university as we branched out for pastures new.
Jacky and Cye patiently labeled and checked each item as it passed down
the path into the vans whilst I span around like a whirling dervish
helping to organise the orderly despatch of our belongings from house
to vans. The removal men lifted the occasional eyebrow at some of the
strange arrangements and fittings but they assumed it was to
accommodate our disabilities. They were partially right and no comments
or questions arose. I wasn't going to try to
enlighten them. Our lives were our own.
Finally, at noon, the convoy found itself on the road. Cynthia, Jenny
and Jacky acted as guides in the vans whilst I picked up Veronica from
the university and caught the convoy up. Within a few hours we came to
our new home.
The large country house was a picture. Built in soft red brick and
tucked away in the folds of the hills deep in the country, it was
surrounded by a high boundary wall that ensured that we would have
privacy as we pursued our researches. Nobody would be able to overlook
or spy upon us as we walked the spacious grounds. Beyond the walled
grounds lay a thick circle of trees screening the house from any casual
observers. Both wall and trees established a physical block to deter
any unwanted visitors. Beyond the trees was a ring fence that
established the actual legal borders of the estate. Anybody stepping
inside the fence was guilty of trespass. It was an ideal setting and we
'hugged' each other as the empty vans finally departed and we explored
the house.
Our furnishings and possessions seemed meagre now and they were soon
lost in the vastness of the rooms. We were not worried though. Our
priorities were to get our experiments up and running. By late evening,
the computers were set up and connected 'online'. It was up to us to
get things moving and this was to prove to be a Herculean task. That
first night however, we made preparations as best we could for bed. Our
huge communal bed had been assembled in a large bedroom of the end of
the southeast wing with huge windows on three sides that caught the sun
through the whole day.
We could particularly enjoy the glorious early morning sun for the main
part of the house enjoyed a beautiful southerly aspect while the
South-east wing had a demi-octagonal gable where sunlight
flooded into the main bedroom from early morning through until
late evening..
We clambered into bed that night and all had a delicious time as we
shared dreams and plans during our lovemaking. Jacky and I kept quiet
about our discussions and plans. We had not had a chance to catch Cye
on her own to discuss the many aspects of the veterinary side, about
which we had lots to learn.
It was the usual bundle of 'human spaghetti' that greeted the
anticipated morning sun. We were not disappointed when I drew the
curtains to reveal a glorious sunrise blazing through the windows and
casting brilliant shapes on the bed. The leaded lights each cast down
their dazzling contribution to the shimmering rainbow that bathed our
bed. The other girls let out squeals of delight as they lay on the bed
enjoying the treat.
"Why this is beautiful," cried Jenny as she lay on the bed with the
colours of leaded window lights warming her harlequinesque torso, "It's
everything I could have wished for. Come here Bev I want to give you a
big kiss for all this."
I was still wearing a body stocking and I slithered across the satin
sheets to hug Jenny to me. It was her turn for the harness and we
decided that because we would be alone all day, except for our friends,
we would be able to walk around the grounds unmolested. We were not to
meet the builders for a few days and we needed some time to ourselves
before setting about the construction work. Gleefully, Jenny and I
strapped us together and went down to prepare breakfast. I in my body
stocking and Jenny in her torso-teddy snugly secured to my tummy with
her frilly bum gently tickling my cock. It wasn't long before my cock
had escaped through the open crotch of my body stocking and inveigled
its way up Jenny's love tube.
Every time I moved or walked my cock would gently slip up or down her
cunny as the harness bound her limbless torso close to mine. My erect
organ was simply another securing point for her to embed herself on as
she happily slipped from orgasm to orgasm all through the day. The only
concession we made to modesty for our friends sake was to slip on a
'double sized' mini dress to cover the sight of my organ slipping in
and out of Jenny's dripping love tube. As we gently strolled about the
grounds with the breeze occasionally lifting our skirt, it was
surprising how many times three pairs of greedy eyes just happened to
be glancing our way. Jenny and I had a delightful day occasionally
bending down to pick flowers and flashing our bum for the benefit of
the others.
By evening, our friends were too horny for words. The seats of their
wheel chairs were soaking wet as their panty crotches had become
flooded with anticipation. Poor Vee was in a desperate state for she
had no hands to relieve the tension.
When I put Vee to bed that night her whole torso was as tight as a
banjo string with anticipated tension. Jenny was quite content to let
Vee 'have' me that night. She had been well 'seen to'. Thus we spent a
week luxuriating in the blissful ecstasy of our grounds as we picnicked
in various corners of the estate and slipped away into quiet corners to
enjoy secret liaisons with different partners each day.
Finally, all good things come to an end. Monday week arrived and we had
arranged for the architect to arrive. All morning we rambled around the
house and grounds listing our requirements and discussion aabout the
alterations as the various aspects of our different researches and work
came together.
A working lunch was spent discussing our various domestic requirements
and he lifted his eyebrows a few times as various needs were listed. He
remained tactful however and never demanded explanations. The size of
the bath 'Was going to be a problem though’ he stated and it would
have to be cast as an individual item.
"You could get several horses in a bath that size!" he observed
innocently.
Jacky and I caught each other’s eyes and almost burst out laughing but
we managed to carry on despite our secret plans.
The afternoon was spent designing the labs and here we were on much
surer ground. The whole project was completed by teatime and we
returned to the house to enjoy a well-earned meal. The architect was
invited to tea and he was most solicitous in helping Jenny and Vee. The
price was discussed and he was more than happy with the final figure.
We agreed that work on the labs should start immediately after planning
permission. A few months later the builders arrived on the Monday after
the planning permission was granted and the designs had been finalised.
The noise, dust and general mess was appalling but we were well
rewarded. After three months the whole complex was handed over to us
and we received the keys. It was an excited quintet that explored the
premises with the architect as he explained every aspect of the
building and the functions of the various modifications that had been
installed to accommodate my friends and their disabilities.
"Well ladies, I hope that you're happy with the set-up and your work
goes well here. Don't hesitate to contact me if you require any further
work."
We drank a toast with the architect and builder and they left well
pleased with the work done. Our work proper now began and it was now
that Jacky and I broached our real plans to Cye. She was naturally
shocked at first, but she eventually came around to our way of
thinking. All the arguments that had persuaded Jacky and I carried the
same weight with Cye. She admitted that there was little hope of
getting any suitable human donor limbs, especially in Jenny's case.
"Are you really sure that it's possible? Remember that a horse has lots
more chromosome pairs than the humans twenty three."
"Yes we know all that. There will be lots of work sorting out the
relevant aspects of the two different genomes and splicing them
together. I'm still sure that it can be done," countered Jenny.
"But there are over three billion variables to the human genome alone.
That will take years to solve before we even get to the equine genome
map."
"You're a little bit off course there Cye," said Jacky, "I did a lot of
comparative genetics with different species. Most of the genes are
common for all mammals. The warm-blooded syndrome, the fur syndrome and
live births etc. They are all common to mammals. I've even identified
some of the common genetic sequencing on different chromosomes of
different species. Believe me I was very busy with my researches whilst
you and Bev trudged your way through medicine and veterinary medicine.
With your and Bev’s help, I don't think it will take as long as you
think. Furthermore, with Jenny's brilliant computer and statistical
skills, we should be able to make some accurate assumptions and expect
a high rate of guessing success. She can easily guide us through the
numbers."
"You mean that you've already filled in some of the blanks on the
genome map?"
"Yes," replied Jenny patiently, "What's more, in several different
species? It's a process of elimination as well as trial and error. Even
when you use reptiles or birds, or even insects and plants; the
negative results are still constructive, especially when fed into
Jenny's computers for statistical analysis and chain linking."
I could sense Cynthia's rising excitement as she thought about it.
"Well what are we waiting for? Let's get to it. We'll need several
different species including horses of course."
"Not so fast Cye." I touched her arm. Jenny and Vee must agree to all
this. It will be them that will be affected. There is also the species
virus aspect. If we create animals compatible with humans, we might
also create viruses that can cross the genetic boundaries. In fact it’s
almost a certainty."
"That shouldn’t be too much of a problem. It’s not like a simple organ
trans-plant; the ‘centaurs’ would have most of the organs and
immunology of horse and human. They would enjoy the combined immunities
of both species and that should address the majority of any viral
infection risks. Anyway, Jenny and Vee have already stated that
they are interested in nothing but mobility. They’re prepared to face
most risks."
"In the heat of the moment- yes. If it's put to them as a real option,
they might be a lot more circumspect about it."
"Well there's no time like the present," offered Jacky, "I vote we put
it to them tonight in
bed.
"O.K.," Cye and I agreed.
I was surprised by the enthusiasm that Vee and Jenny showed and even
more surprised by the speed with which they agreed to it.
"I had no idea how much these disabilities affected you."
"Oh come off it Bev," admonished Jenny, "Do you seriously think that we
like being hampered like this?”
She wriggled her torso and tiny stumps to emphasise her helpless
immobility.
"Can't you remember the games and athletics, the hockey?"
Here Vee nodded her head vigorously to emphasise her concurrence and
the five of us sat silently contemplating the huge step. Each of us
dealt with the concept in her own way. The silence hung for several
minutes until our body language indicated that we were ready to take
the plunge. I sensed the silent, nervous 'yesses' in their eyes and
quietly spoke for all of us.
"So we go ahead then everybody?"
A soft nervous 'Yes' whispered off their lips.
"Anything in writing needed?" I persisted.
"Best not," advised Vee, "At least not at this stage. Any way, that's
enough talking. Time for lights out."
With these final words, Vee doused the lights and we spent a splendid
night on our new big bed. It was so big in fact that occasionally Jenny
or Vee got ‘lost’ and we had to search in the dark to find their little
torsos in some remote corner of the bed. It was good fun searching
though.
