Mare's Tales                 by: Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 17

Eventually we awoke again. Veronica still lay beside me with her torso in my arms but she seemed to be whinnying softly in her sleep. I tried to move my ear closer to her lips but my efforts awoke her. She stirred and I gently stroked her long blond hair as I murmured to her.

"Was that Juno whinnying whilst you were asleep?"

"Hold on. I'll ask her." Smiled Vee sleepily.

There was a short pause and then Veronica pressed herself against me again.

"Yes. She says that somehow our wires have been slightly crossed and she can operate my vocal chords when I'm asleep and she's awake.

When I'm conscious and in control, she can’t do it, but she can operate my vocal chords when I'm sleeping. She doesn't have a 'language centre' in her brain though so she can only cause my vocal chords to whinny or snort when I'm sleeping. She's tried to operate other parts of my body but she cant. She says that she wishes she could operate my pussy again." Chuckled Vee.

"Well you tell her not to be so greedy and that she's behaving like a spoilt child." I giggled as I snuggled closer again.

"Well I'm not so sure about that," sniggered Vee, "with this new libido that we share, I think I could go again too."

She gently nudged my sensitive pussy lips with a fore knee and I squeaked a little protest. She twitched quickly and locked her forelegs together as I tried to escape from the grip of her forelegs.

"Not so fast my little lover-boy. I would love it again as well."

I struggled to get free but my soft feminine muscles were no match for the vicelike grip of Veronica's equine forelegs. I whimpered nervously as she slowly caused my gentleman friend to harden and grow. She deftly pressed my pussy lips as she knowingly pressed all the right buttons to get me going. Then she lodged her pussey onto my swollen friend and her grip became rigid as she gradually climbed to higher and higher peaks of delight. Suddenly she started to thrash and plunge her way through one of the biggest orgasms I had ever seen her have. Her flanks heaved and her tail swished violently as she let out a tremendous whinny and reared up off the bed with me still locked in her forelimbs.

She now had me locked in a sort of bear hug as she bounced and rocked all over the bed. I felt like an insect in the jaws of a preying mantis and my back felt as though it had been broken as she finally subsided with a groan of ecstasy.

"My God! Vee. Take it easy love. You almost broke me in two."

"Oh! I'm sorry Bev. I just let everything go that time." She panted. "It was such a joy to let it all hang out. I let Juno have some more control and fun that time. I'll be more careful in future. I’d never want to hurt you. After all, who else is there that can please me like you?"

"There won't be anybody if you 'let go’ like that again." I whimpered. "Look at these bruises."

Veronica's expression softened with contriteness as she ruefully studied my multicoloured bruises.

"Heck! I'm sorry love. Here let me kiss them better."

Before I had a chance to recoil she had bent over and tenderly started to run her tongue along my thighs and back as she kissed and licked my battered body. Painfully I unclipped my laddered stockings from my suspender belt and limped towards the shower. Veronica plodded dutifully behind me still kissing my shoulders as she followed me into the bathroom. It was obvious that she couldn't apologise enough and I could almost ‘hear’ her arguing with Juno as I relieved the pain with the warm caress of the shower. She was still there when I finally stepped out of the shower and she fed me a huge bath towel, which she had heated on the bath rail. I pulled the proffered towel from her teeth and smiled at her. It was obvious that she was looking to be forgiven and I couldn't remain angry with my friend for too long.

"Oh all right then. You're forgiven; but don't get carried away like that in future."

A wide smile of relief spread across her features.

"I'm sorry Bev. I never meant to hurt you. The trouble is I let Juno have her head and she got over excited. You’ve no idea how exciting a human orgasm is to her. She say's it's a thousand times more sensational than one of hers ever was.

She now knows exactly how sorry I am and she feels terribly guilty about it. She says that when horses have sex, the stallion is much more domineering and violent. In fact she's quite worried for me because she says that the stallion she fancies could quite seriously injure me if he mounts us."

I was becoming intrigued by Veronica's accounts of her relationship and communications with Juno. The thought of a horse developing a conscience interested me and I wanted to know more about their shared experiences. The knowledge could come in useful for Jenny's operation. I had something special planned for Jenny.

"When you and Juno communicate; is it by language?"

"It's hard to explain really," answered Veronica, "we seemed to do mostly thought pictures at first but as the connections between our brains become more practised we seem to ‘talk’ more. She now seems to have as much access to my intellect and mind as I do to hers and she seems to have acquired my capacity for thought, feelings and language."

"You mean you can read each others minds?"

"Well I'm not sure that it goes that far. But it's a very deep kind of communication and it gives me a very intimate friend with whom I can share my most intimate feelings. The nice thing is that she cant 'tell tales' about me."

"But you can 'tell tales' about her."

"I suppose so but she’s a horse and doesn't have any inhibitions about sex or feelings or anything so she doesn't get offended or hurt. It's difficult to explain really. We also share our emotions and sensations so I would know immediately if she was hurt or offended. We are getting to understand each other perfectly. Our most intimate thoughts can be freely transmitted if we wish but I can block mine off if I wish. The strange thing is the more we get to know each other, the more we want to share. She can exactly understand my feelings for you and I can understand hers for her favourite stallion."

I smiled.

"Can she block of her feelings and thoughts?"

Veronica thought for a moment then shrugged.

"Yes. She must be able to. She hasn't told me which stallion she likes."

"Well there's only two. It might be a good idea to persuade her to tell you."

"Why?" Queried Veronica suspiciously.

"I'll tell you later. It's too early to say just yet."

I had a few more researches to do before I was to declare my plans and it behoved me to keep my counsel. Veronica looked at me and frowned but said no more about it. Instead she touched upon an even more surprising subject.

"Juno and I can't wait for her stallion friend to mate with us. In fact we would both like his foal and your baby because we still have both pussies and both wombs."

This strange confession stumped me and I was at a loss for words. I giggled with surprised embarrassment as I gently hugged her to me again. Our tongues met as I gently caressed her withers and she ground her naked pussy against my gentleman friend as she whispered in my ear.

"You promised me that I could one day have your baby and I'm going to hold you to that."

"Well let's not be too hasty. We'll have to wait at least until Jenny has been cured before we settle down to a family. By the way I must know which stallion Juno likes."

Veronica frowned and I could almost hear her arguing with Juno as we stood silently embracing each other.

"Will you promise not to hurt him or send him away?"

I could almost hear Juno's plea through Veronica's lips.

"Well to be really honest. I've got a very special little secret. You must absolutely promise not to breath a word of it. O.K?"

"O.K." Nodded Veronica.

"Well I'm pretty sure that Juno likes the black stallion called Jet. Am I right?"

A shadow of disappointment clouded Veronica’s face but it soon turned to a smile as she and Juno realised that Veronica had not betrayed Juno’s secret.

"How did you guess?" Chuckled Vee.

"Well I've been watching the horses for some time now and it wasn't hard to tell which mares favoured which stallions. There are about five mares that like Jet. It’s obvious that Juno was one of his harem. I can understand her attachment. He is the finest looking horse. Any mare would fall for that glossy velvety coat and long beautiful shiny mane and tail. Shall I tell you a little secret?"

"Yes please," confided Veronica as she twitched sensuously and leant forward conspiratorially.

Veronica had always enjoyed our shared little secrets and had always proved to be a safe keeper of them so I dropped my bombshell.

"Listen Vee. Only Jacky and I know this. Jet is genetically related to Jenny. You see, Jenny thinks that she's going to be grafted onto one of the mares but I'm going to give her the best present she could ever have. A new penis!" I squeaked.

"Whaaat! You- you mean, she's going to be grafted onto Jet?" Gasped Vee.

 

"Yes!" I squealed excitedly. "She will be able to mount you and give you and Juno all that you could ever wish for."

There was a stunned silence before the centaur reared up and let out a loud whinny. Her hooves thumped a loud tattoo on the floorboards as she cantered excitedly around the bedroom hooting to herself and tossing her head around in paroxysms of pleasure. Her tail and mane flew in all directions and I caught a slight glistening of anticipation form on the lips of both cunnies. It was obvious that Vee and Juno were enjoying a spectacular fantasy in anticipation of Jenny’s forthcoming developments.

They finally settled down as Dot came dashing upstairs to determine the cause of the commotion. Veronica was flushed and her face and nipples were glowing a delightful pink whilst her flanks and withers were damp with their exertions as they sidled and wriggled with pleasure.

"What on earth is going on?" Demanded Dot. "Miss Veronica, please calm down before you upset or break something."

Eventually, Veronica settled down and pranced over to grip me. She looked at Dot and smiled but I could see her mind racing to fabricate a plausible excuse for all the commotion.

"Oh I'm sorry Dot. I just got carried away with joy."

Dot smirked as she noted the crumpled sheets and our mutual nakedness. A little smile played along her lips as she drew the only possible conclusion.

"You've been 'at it’ haven’t you?"

"Of course we have." I answered a little too defensively. "Veronica and I are still lovers. You know."

I was determined that our relationship was not going to be twisted by anybody into some sort of perverted sensationalism. It was essential for us to decide at the very beginning that our relationship was not going to be destroyed by the new physical developments. Dot just smiled knowingly as she took a body shaper from the drawer and then proceeded to dress me. It was her simple way of saying that she had no qualms or reservations about our relationships. After dressing me, she picked up Veronica’s stained unitard and led her into the shower. I could hear them giggling as I made a half-hearted attempt at tidying the bed.

As I was removing the last traces of our activities Veronica came out of the shower and I helped Dot dress her in another unitard. Once downstairs, Dot and I went into the drawing room and we smiled as we stared through the French windows at the sight of Veronica galloping ecstatically across the lawn. The reddening evening sun was flashing on her golden hair as it flowed out behind her like a flashing copper banner.

I was famished and we set to preparing dinner.

The others had been discussing Jenny’s forthcoming operation and Jacky gave me a knowing look as we sat down to eat. Veronica finally trotted through the French windows looking flushed and thoroughly self-satisfied with her. She stepped over her bench and sat to the table like any other lady, that is if you ignored her rump sticking out with her tail happily swishing away. Dot fitted Vee's special 'clip-on' cutlery to her stumps whilst I fed Jenny beside me. Cye and Jacky passed the food around as we dined and chatted about Jenny’s future.

I caught Jacky's eye and nodded discreetly towards Veronica. Jacky mouthed the question, 'Does she know?'

I nodded my head slightly and she acknowledged my reply then carried on with the meal. Nobody noticed our interplay.

For the next few weeks, Jacky, Veronica, and I carried out some essential research concerning the adaptation of Jet’s body to Jenny's torso. The main problem was to make Jet’s very masculine body compatible with Jenny's very feminine one. Jet was so ‘human’ in his metabolic make up that his male hormones were almost identical to Jenny's. We did not want Jet’s hormones affecting Jenny's torso or mind. Jenny was now firmly locked into her female psyche and body. If her softly rounded torso started to become hard and masculine it could destroy her. Besides we were accustomed to Jenny as she was and we secretly didn't want a ‘man’ about the house. A stallion, yes; but a man, no!

We had decided to implant a suitable pair of humanly compatible equine ovaries into Jenny's pelvic region. This was to remove the constant need for hormone replacement therapy, which Jenny had suffered ever since her sex change. These special ovaries were the key to a hormone filter system that would control and limit the transfer of Jet’s testosterone into Jenny’s system. Consequently, Jet would keep his sex drive and libido whilst Jenny would continue to keep her soft feminine form. The testes and ovaries would only affect their respective thyroid and endocrine glands without ‘trespassing’ into other forbidden anatomical territory.

This was to be another splendid first in our researches and we finally let Cynthia into our secret. She was shocked at first then she smiled as she realised the ‘benefits’ of our plans.

"You mean Jenny still thinks she's going to be grafted onto Venus the black and white appaloosa mare?"

"Yes." Replied Jacky.

"But don't you think that it's a little bit unethical?" She asked.

"Not really." I countered. "We all know that Jenny has hankered after a cock ever since her sex change operation at Miss Lane’s. This operation will kill three birds with one stone. We' will still be able to screw Jenny through her cunny. She'll have a cock again which she's always wanted, and Jet and Juno will be able to 'screw' each other stupid as they experience real orgasms through Vee and Jenny's sentience."

"Well there is one thing we'll have to do that's different." Cautioned Cye.

"Go on." Demanded Veronica nervously.

"We'll have to allow Jet to keep his sense of smell because that is what will make him react when Juno and Veronica come into season."

"I'm not so sure about that." Snorted Veronica huffily. "When we get horny there's plenty of evidence that Juno's ready. Our metabolisms are now in total harmony and sympathy."

"That’s as may be. But I'm still not sure what pheromones Juno emits or how Jet would react to them. I know that the hormone filters will reduce the effect of Jenny's human libido on Jets metabolism so it might be that Jet won't get an erection even if Jenny or Juno or Veronica are horny. Think how frustrating that could be?"

I interrupted here.

"I think Cye's right. All those in favour of Jet keeping his sense of smell say Aye."

A resounding chorus established the feeling of us all. Only Veronica felt a little apprehensive.

 

"After all," she argued. "What’s to stop Jet suddenly wanting to mount me without me knowing that Juno's in season."

"Why, can't you tell?" I laughed.

"Juno can’t always tell, never mind my not knowing," cautioned Vee. "Especially if we've been enjoying a particularly active time."

Vee stared directly at me as she said this and I stared self-consciously at the floor.

"It's a risk we’ll have to take." I mumbled.

Vee giggled then burst out into peals of laughter. She had been winding us up.

"Ha haa. Oh ha ha ha. You- you should have seen the expression on your face just then. Of course I know when Juno's in season you stupid twits."

Cynthia stared at Jenny woodenly. She had been taken in as much as the rest of us but she hid her feelings better as she continued talking.

"It will be very interesting when Vee and Juno come into season. We will be able to study Jet's reaction whilst asking Jenny about the sensations. What's more, when Jet mates with Juno, both Jenny and Vee will be able to enjoy the sensations as well.

It will be quite an interesting conjugation."

"I hope that you all realise what you’re talking about," sniffed Veronica, " you make it sound most unromantic and clinical."

It was our turn to laugh. An angry tear appeared on Veronica’s cheek and I gently reached around her waist to comfort her as I kissed her cheek and licked the salty tear away.

"Sorry Vee. We weren’t thinking, and should have been much more tactful about your feelings."

"It's not me so much. It's Juno; she thinks you're being too casual about Jet and her feelings for him."

I did another double take as I realised how much Juno was getting to think by using Veronica's faculties. She even had emotional 'feelings' now. The symbiosis between Vee and Juno was becoming more and more interesting. I was curious about the developments and tried another question.

"What does Juno think about Jet and Jenny?"

"Well she's very excited and thinks that Jet having a sense of smell would be excellent. He would be able to ‘see’ and ‘smell’ his mate. If Jet has his own proper arrangements plus Jenny’s additional attributes then he should love it."

I shook my head with wonder. What strange combination had we created by connecting their brains so intimately? What ever my feelings where about Vee and Juno the upshot was a unanimous decision; graft Jenny onto Jet!

We decided a date for Jenny's operation and advised her accordingly. Jenny spent the final few days mistakenly attending to the appaloosa mare called Venus under the misapprehension that they were to be conjoined. Little did she know?

Jet was a magnificent animal. His name stemmed from his glossy black velvety coat that exactly matched Jenny’s shiny raven black hair. His mane and tail were the same material as Jenny's hair having been cloned from her tresses. They matched Jenny's crowning glory in every respect. I watched him as he proudly marshalled his genetically manipulated mares in the grounds.

 

His mane and tail flew with wild abandon as he often took off at a gallop for no other reason than the sheer joy of being free and alive with the very mainspring of life. He was about a hand or so higher than his mares, which meant that when attached to Jenny she would regain her original magnificent stature of about four inches taller than me.

I hoped that Jenny would be as mobile and active as I remembered her when she flew down the wings playing hockey at school. It was a vision that had always haunted my heart and I ached to see it once again, that majestic progress as her hair flew out and she raced after the ball. Jenny's athletic prowess had often been a spur in some of my sexual fantasies. If her operation was as successful as Vee's then this was a splendid prospect. My pussy twitched with anticipation as my cock stirred uncomfortably from its cosy pussy-niche and strained against the damp restrictive gusset of my panties.

"Penny for your thoughts Bev." Whispered Vee as she caught me studying Jet and fidgeting under my skirt.

I looked around with a start and guiltily tried to hide my hands behind me.

"More than a penny me-thinks." She smirked knowingly.

I tried to hide my embarrassment and avoided her eyes.

"I uh. I- I was uhhm, daydreaming."

"Quite," sniggered Vee as she pressed her front against the telltale bulge under my flimsy summer skirt. "You were thinking about Jenny and Jet weren't you?"

"Yes my love. Do you really think what we are doing is for the best?" I asked, seeking further reassurance.

"Yes. So long as we can block out the conflicting hormonal effects, it should be O.K. I'll be glad as long as she doesn't bite me when we make love."

"Oh I don't think she'll do that Vee," interrupted Cynthia as she appeared behind us. "Provided you submit readily to her advances, she'll be most protective and caring about you."

Vee turned with surprise and smiled.

"I was actually joking Cye. I can’t see Jenny taking me in her teeth and biting me."

"No; but an affectionate nibble might go astray with passion." Laughed Cye.

"The only reason stallions bite mares is to exert their authority. If you submit readily to her, you’ll have no trouble."

This quirky bit of veterinary sagacity caused us all to chuckle. Vee had rarely if ever thwarted any of our advances. She had by far the most powerful sex drive. She preened herself with her stumps as she anticipated her future with Jenny and Jet. Finally she gave herself a self-conscious hug of excitement before trotting out into the paddock to see Jenny. She found her crooning into Venus’s ear and she gently stroked Jenny's hair with her stumps as they discussed the future.

Several days later we started the final preparations for Jenny's operation. I rang Dr James to confirm the date and two days later she arrived as we were getting the lab and equipment prepared. We warned her have the situation vis-à-vis Jenny and Jet so that she would not blunder and give the game away.

 

 

I visited Dr James in her room after dinner and we discussed various aspects of the experiment. Her knowledge of sexual development and the effects of hormones were unparalleled. We discussed the metabolic blockers and various permanent surgical procedures to prevent Jet's hormones invading Jenny’s metabolism. I had been a good student and Dr James concurred fully with my ideas. She refined some of the work we were to attempt on the glandular surgery and we eventually arrived at a mutually agreed 'best possible solution'. I felt much relieved that she was around to help and advise.

As I rose to leave, Dr James spoke again.

"Beverly, are you feeling O.K?" She inquired.

"Yes. Why d'you ask?" I replied.

"You seem to be a little flushed, that’s all. D'you mind if I examine you?"

"Is this a wind up Dr James?" I laughed nervously.

"No. I'm quite serious and call me Margaret please. We can do without all the formalities now. We are equal partners in medicine and I’ve even had your child for God's sake. It's just that you seem to be putting on weight again."

"Well I'm getting older, I'm bound to put on weight."

"Lie down on the bed pleases Beverly. I'm serious. I want to examine you.

I rolled my eyes impatiently and removed my body blouse and skirt. Then I lay down as she instructed. Margaret examined me at length and my suspicions were confirmed as she stood up.

"Have you missed any periods?"

I frowned as I buttoned up my body blouse again. A feint shock pulsed through me as I realised that I'd been so busy that I'd missed several months.

"Are you serious Doctor?" I asked already anticipating the answer.

"I'm sure you are Beverly. In fact I would offer that you’re four or five months pregnant."

I swallowed as I digested the shock

"Good God. What shall we do when they come?"

"Well I'm glad you said 'We'." Soothed Margaret. At least I'm included in your equations."

"Well you know more about me than any other doctor alive so I'll be more than glad to have you around when I'm due. There shouldn't be any complications should there?"

"Not from my inspections. I would like you to take a scan though."

"We've got all the equipment in the labs let's do it now." I smiled.

"No time like the present." She agreed.

We went to the scanning room and their Dr James confirmed my condition.

"Well mummy. How do you feel? D'you want to know the sex?"

"Not really. I'll sleep on that one. But let's keep this a secret until Jenny's operation is all over and done."

"O.K. " Smiled Margaret as she patted my tummy. "I think you'd better go and get good night’s sleep. We've got a full days work ahead of us and we want you fully up and running. Oh, by the way, I think you ought to know. It’s twins again."

 

My heart missed a beat as my stomach flipped over. I wondered what this would mean. Would they be the same as Bernard and Jeanette my first twins?

"Hell! Twins again. I really want to know their sexes then."

"One of each again." Smiled Margaret as she squeezed my hand.

It was one of the most gentle and beautiful smiles I had ever seen her make.

"I'll have to tell Bernard and Jeanette when they come home. Talking of children. How are ours getting on?" I asked.

"Oh they're doing fine. They'll be coming home in a couple of weeks or so for the summer vacation."

I smiled in anticipation of their return. I hadn't seen them since Easter, what with Vee's operation and all. It would be nice to see their happy smiling faces again and tell them they were going to have more brothers and sisters. After Jennifer's operation I resolved to pick them up from school and bring them back to the hall.

With these last thoughts in my head I retired to bed. I cautiously felt my tummy as I slowly climbed the stairs. It was hard to contain my excitement but I knew I was sleeping alone that night in anticipation of Jenny’s op.

I put my head around the door of the master bedroom and was mildly surprised to see my friends cuddled up on the big bed. It was obvious that the novelty of Veronica’s new body had not worn off but they all knew we had a big day ahead of us. I was a little angry that they could be so irresponsible.

"Come on now you lot. You know we’ve got a huge job ahead of us tomorrow; you should all be getting as much sleep as you can. This isn't fair on Jenny is it?"

They sheepishly separated and sat guiltily upon the bed as I continued.

"If Jenny, Dr James and I can all concentrate on a good night’s sleep then so should you. Come on now. Chop-chop! Off to your own bedrooms and no naughty games tonight, right."

Sulkily, they slid of the bed and shuffled to their own rooms. They knew they were being irresponsible. I closed and locked the door to the big bedroom and stalked off angrily to my own room. It would be hard enough getting to sleep without all the aggro from their selfish act. I finally fell asleep after tossing and turning nervously for an hour or so. Despite all my medical knowledge about babies being tough and robust, I still felt particularly vulnerable and sensitive that night.

 

 

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