Chapter 1

  It all started because some demented rich-bitch on Earth had wanted to fuck 
her prized poodle.
  The slim waif of a girl walked through the station, her footsteps a soft 
padding on the carpet.  She had entered several minutes ago after a 
long,exhausting trip through the mind-bending otherness of hyperspace.  The 
transport pad she had landed on was old, a design long out of fashion.  The 
entire place seemed empty, and she imagined that only the ceaseless efforts 
of cleaning robots kept it from being knee deep in dust and debris.  The 
walls still still gleamed, looking as fresh as the day they had been colored, 
but many of the displays and light paintings on them had long ago failed into 
uselessness.  The presented a series of black rectangles, occasionally 
interspersed with the still vibrant flair of color of a low tech painting or 
print.  The equipment in the carriers festooning her utility belt 
rhythmically slapped her thighs and buttocks as she walked deeper into the 
station, the slight sounds of the detectors carried in them sounding terribly 
loud in the station's quiet hush.  The colors around her contrasted with the 
light mauve of her travel suit, being primarily browns and umbers, the 
carpeting a rusty orange.  No windows were in sight.
  The girl, Kuppisnarashnava Rudalalenska by name, called Kuppis for short, 
and Cupcake by her friends, stood middling height high, slim of build and 
long of leg.  She had the coltish look of a teenager.  She seemed mostly leg, 
the torso being not too voluptuous, her breasts still the perfect hemispheres 
of youth.  Her hair was pulled to the sides of her innocent looking face, 
bound by twin metal circlets, in ponytails that defied gravity.   Her wide 
brown eyes peered about her, their color slightly lighter than the rich 
walnut brown of her hair.  She was not scared, but was understandably nervous 
about her surroundings.
  She stood on an artificial worldlet, named Mall in a moment of humor by its 
designers.  It was relatively old, but its very makeup showed technical 
marvels.  It was a thick crust of regular rock and soil over a core of a 
burnt out star.  Gravity at surface level was human norm, and it had an 
atmosphere the matched the cleanest air of Earth in composition.  It was a 
mere 200 miles, old method, in diameter, and even had miniature oceans 
covering about one quarter of its surface.  Light came from a distant white 
dwarf it orbited, but its heat was of an artificial nature.  Huge gravity 
engines derived power, using the incredible differential of attraction its 
unique makeup provided.  It was about old in history, but very young on a 
cosmic scale, being finished only five hundred years ago.  It was designed as 
a way station and comfort stop for travelers long ago, its surface dotted 
with hotels and unique shops of every nature and product.  It also offered 
other, more exotic services.
   The First Interplanetary War had come to mankind some time ago, and the 
human race was still climbing back from it.  Whole planets had been razed to 
radioactive rubble, and records had been lost wholesale in that terrible, 
confusing conflagration.   Mall's location had been lost then as well, 
excepting one mention in Earth's great data libraries.  The story of Mall was 
incomplete, and details had been very sketchy.  It had happened almost in 
tandem with the war, whatever had actually happened.  Mall had been 
evacuated, and placed under 2-Y classification, indicating a biological 
hazard, keep your hands off, no peeking.  The seriousness of the hazard was 
indicated by the 2, with a class 1 meaning 'incinerate this bugger, and drop 
the ashes into the nearest star'.  There were no details, as the cruiser 
examining Mall to decide on final disposition had been one of the early 
casualties of the war.  Something had happened here a hundred years ago that 
had caused the owners to abandon it, and get it slapped with a complete 
interdiction warning.
   Kuppis's ship had popped into normal space just above it, the navigation 
info buried in the old data libraries still accurate.  Some pretty heavy 
technology had gone into this place, and the war had caused the loss of some 
of the techniques used here.  It was a goldmine of possible recoverable 
technology, as well as whatever other materials and treasures had been left 
behind in the rushed abandonment of it.  Kuppis had been chosen to scout, 
earmarking any discoveries for later recovery, and, unknown to her, to act as 
guinea pig to see exactly what the biohazard was, and whether it was still 
dangerous.  The sensors had indicated only normal lifeforms, no unnatural 
bio-activity, and atmospheric probes had indicated only normal bacteria.  
They weren't fool-proof, and provided no information beyond that there was 
active life down there, nature unknown but nothing abnormal.  No centers of 
infection, of crazed super-scientific survivors preparing to leap out and 
rape the cattle and stampede the women.  No indications of any high tech 
activity other than the normal maintenance machinery at all.  Kuppis had read 
the findings, communicated them back, then gone down to get a first hand look 
at what was what.
   The crazy old lady from Terra, whose name is long forgotten, had loved her 
poodle.  She had loved it beyond the normal affection of a master-pet 
relationship and formed a very unusual attachment to it.  She had gotten it 
into her head that she wanted her poodle as a love mate, an obedient living 
sex toy that would love her alone.  She hated and mistrusted all human males, 
but retained the slightly warped sexual needs of a female.  She was also 
very, very wealthy and got what she wanted no matter the cost.  She had 
considered the matter, and decided on a course of action.
   Mall had been the home of a strange group of women.  They were descended 
from a colony of all female space pilots.  Their heritage was a strange one.   
The original crews had themselves slightly altered genetically, producing a 
characteristic shortness and well-fleshed women.  They had been called 
Cherubs, or Nymphs.  The enclaves members were almost all short, rounded 
women, looking very girlish and young.  They were also masters of genetic 
manipulations, both permanent and ephemeral.  It was this group that received 
a shipment of one, (1) Poodle, white, large, female, and a very strange order 
of what to do with it.
   The Crazy Old Lady had wanted them to alter the poodle to something more 
humanoid, and to equip it with fully functioning male genitalia in addition 
to its standard equipment.  The Nymphs had had a good laugh over that, and 
half-jokingly sent an estimate back.  They didn't laugh when the credit 
rating of the customer came back.  They went to work.
   They decided on boosting intelligence, and body mass.  This would be a 
permanent alteration, and the poodle would be very close to human, but retain 
its distinguishing canine structure.  It would be very female, only the 
special 'custom equipment' making it otherwise.   A she-male, the perfect 
hermaphrodite, behaviorally modified to be an obedient sex toy and even hold 
normal conversation with its owner.  It was a very original product, and 
procedures would be devised to alter it down to the genetic level, surgery 
not being an option in this case.
   Now, nearby to the Nymph's complex was an experimental physics center, 
doing research on ultra-heavy polydimensional particles.  The unique nature 
of Mall made it a perfect location for this work.  The star core provided the 
necessary power and gravity,and the environment was quite conducive to 
maintaining the researcher's morale.  They eventually succeeded in their 
researches, all unknowing, and caused a very unusual event to occur.
   The Nymphs had finally come up with a custom tailored rhinovirus to alter 
the poodle.  It would be injected, and would permanently alter the canine's 
makeup as it 'infected' all its cells.  The necessary alterations would be 
'grown' in the poodle rather quickly, it would be indoctrinated, then shipped 
back to Earth for a long life of fucking her owner.  All would have gone as 
planned had not the Physics center finally succeeded in producing the ultra-
heavy polydimensional Higgs polyquark.  The instruments arrayed to detect it 
had missed its creation, and the particle has shot from the quad-dimensional 
accelerator towards the Nymph's complex.  If the Nymph technician had been 
looking in the right spot at the right moment, she would have seen the the 
virus destined for the poodle fluoresce and glow as the polyquark struck it, 
and incorporated itself into the makeup of a single virus.  The virus itself 
went on, undamaged, and continued to replicate in its special soup.  Nothing 
looked amiss, and three days later, it was taken out along with its new 
sisters, strained carefully, and mixed in a saline carrier for injection.
   Now, the Nymphs did hire lower level help.  In this case, Sasha Mariko, a 
euro-oriental of most pleasant aspect was their animal handler and vet.  It 
was she who had been caring for the poodle and it was she who actually 
injected the altered virus into the canine.   She would later be the one who 
also was the first one struck by what would cause the panicked exodus from 
Mall and the subsequent ban of interdiction on it.
   Sasha pushed the cart through the corridor, the antiseptic walls gleaming 
and showing almost-mirror images of her.  Sasha was quite a beauty, the 
European ancestry giving her a body most would instantly go nuts over, the 
Oriental heritage forming an exotic countenance and showing in the long, 
shining black hair belling over her back, it's gleaming length hanging down 
almost to her luscious ass.  She was in a good mood, her work load currently 
being light.  She had only to care for the botched horz, and intelligent 
specie of modified equines in the south lab, and the poodle that was being 
modified in the north labs.  The horz was almost a pitiful thing, the rest of 
its specialized race being powerfully built giants of horseflesh, able to 
work for hours under terrible conditions with no effort.  This one was pony 
sized; scrawny and effeminate.  It was called Percy, and suffered the further 
humiliation of being hermaphroditic.  The Horz's were an altered race of 
recent vintage, the gene pool still not quite stable, and a few rejects of 
Percy's type still showed up.  Percy had been mercilessly abused by the more 
powerful members of its race, and had suffered being used as a mare by the 
more sexually aggressive Studs, as well as being forced into a phychosexual 
slavery by one called Blackjack.  Percy was one messed up Horz, thought 
Sasha, and would most likely never be fully psychologically stable.   Still, 
it received the best of care while undergoing the necessary examinations.  
Percy was of near human intelligence, being quite sharp for one of its race.  
Sasha sensed an almost psychotic rage lurking under the Horz's humble 
demeanor, and the occasional chats they had would sometimes trigger Percy 
into a towering, raging tantrum of shrieked obscenities and maddened ravings 
of revengeance.
   The poodle, christened with lack of imagination as Fifi, was an 
affectionate if somewhat highly strung animal.    Sasha and Fifi got along 
famously, and she sensed a true bond formed between her and the dog.    The 
dog had been spoiled rotten under her mistress's ministrations, and Sasha 
noted that the canine was fully human-bonded; both socially, and not too 
surprisingly, sexually.  It had a few surprising tricks obviously taught to 
it by the Crazy Terran Lady, and seemed well rehearsed in them.  It was 
larger than most of its breed, but nothing else was abnormal.  This would be 
almost a regretted chore, injecting it with the gene altering virus.  Sasha 
had grown rather attached to Fifi, and would be slightly disappointed when 
she was forced to ship the finished beast back to its crazy owner.  She even 
toyed with the idea of field-testing the finished product, as she had sen the 
full specs.  Still, that was months away.  She entered the lab, checking that 
the auto-feeder was full, and the water stand was fresh and operating 
correctly.  All was well.  She opened Fifi's large cage,the poodle's tail 
wagging and the dog squirming in delight of seeing its mistress.
   "Up, Fifi!" she called, patting the examination table.  The dog obligingly 
leapt atop the padded table, and lay there, panting in happiness and 
redoubling its tail wagging.  "This won't hurt a bit, so lay still, girl.  " 
said Sasha, readying the injector.  The injector thumped, spraying its 
contents into the poodle's rump.  Fifi yipped, surprised at the sudden flick 
at her hindquarters.  "That's all, girl!" smiled Sasha, petting the poodle, 
and chucking it under the jaw.  She giggled slightly, holding the dogs head 
in both hands.  The poodle did one of its tricks, tongue splaying out to meet 
Sasha's lips, worming its way between them in parody of a kiss.
   Sasha loved animals.  Not sexually, but very close; especially in this 
poodles case.  It was such an affectionate dog.  This sex play did not shock 
her, but amused her.  She now knew why the dogs owner wanted the poodle 
altered in such a strange fashion.  Fifi had been trained to attend to her 
mistress' sexual needs.  Each session with the animal revealed another 
response to certain cues, and Sasha was doing both research on her own, 
finding out the extent of the tricks the dog had been taught, and getting a 
little secret pleasure at the same time.  Since the labs were not monitored, 
what she did would be completely secret and did no harm.
   Sasha led the dog back to its cage after a few minutes of play,and latched 
the poodle in.  The other cages were empty at the moment, the lab almost 
completely empty.  She checked to see that the autofeeder was functioning a 
final time, checking to make sure the feed from storage was still unjammed.  
It could deliver whatever was needed from there, in any amount.  Sasha knew 
that the storage bins had recently been filled, so a shortage of food was not 
of any concern.  She also knew the poodle's growth for the next several 
months would require a vastly expanded food supply, so she switched it to 
feed on demand.  Fifi would have as much food as she wanted whenever she 
wanted it.  She dimmed the lab's lights, and bid the dog a final goodnight.  
"I'll be gone over the next two days, Fifi my girl, so you be good, you hear?  
Holiday has come, and I'll be out enjoying myself.   You eat hearty, and I'll 
see you next firstday. "  Sasha wheeled the cart out, closing and sealing the 
door behind her.   Fifi curled up in the corner of the cage and began to 
doze.
   The altered virus within the sleeping dog's body spread like literal 
wildfire.  Cells were infected and altered at a rate far in excess of the 
planned rate.  The dog's body temperature shot up.   It began to pant 
heavily.   The work had begun in a way the Nymphs could never had foreseen.
   Fifi awoke shortly afterwards, a feeling of ravenous hunger driving her to 
the feeding trough.  She began to to eat, gulping down the nutritional 
nuggets that filled it.  She gulped more and more, her gullet filling with 
it, but the hunger within forcing her to consume more yet.  Her belly 
swelled, filled with the food, until it distended and bloated like a furry 
beachball.  She halted her starving attack on the food, and bent her head to 
the water bowl.  Her lapping reached a frenzied pitch as she drank, but she 
remained unsatiated.  Again she attacked the once again filled food trough, 
taking gaping mouthfuls of the freshly dumped food.  Her belly now almost 
dragged on the ground, so full and heavy was it.  She once again gulped at 
the water bowl, emptying it faster than it could refill.  The dog whined, 
uncomprehending of the ravening hunger filling her, and at the heavy pain of 
her straining belly.  She lay down, panting.  Her distended belly slowly 
subsided into more normal dimensions, and the cycle began anew; eating and 
drinking as fast as she could.  She began to sweat.
   Dogs do not sweat.  Fifi was sweating.  The programmed alterations had 
already begun to change her, earlier and faster than anyone could have 
thought possible.  The virus had done its job too well.  It had incorporated 
the heavy particle into Fifi's genetic makeup, changing the dog into 
something both wondrous and terrible.  Already the dogs body hair was falling 
out, assuming a more human pattern, and she was growing in mass and size.  
The particle had turned each cell into a mass converter capable of changing 
any substance into any other, and even more strange, of storing vast energies 
in their substance.  Fifi ate, drank, and slowly grew.
   On Sixday, the internal changes had begun boosting her intelligence.   She 
now had a childlike comprehension of her surroundings, and she clearly 
remembered her mistress, Sasha.  Affection coursed through her as she thought 
of Sasha and something else as well.  She felt a weight growing between her 
hind legs; something that had never been there before.  Her body now only had 
hair in a human pattern, revealing pinkly shining skin where fur had been.  
She was the size of a large german shepherd now, but the insatiable hunger 
still drove her to ever larger bouts of eating.  She stopped eating that 
afternoon, and ambled stiffly over to the corner she normally defecated in.  
She crouched, and shit for the last time she ever would, a stinking mass that 
was incredibly toxic, all wastes in her body being ejected in that small pile 
of crap.  It was washed away, and Fifi returned to her endless gorging.  The 
weight between her hind legs was greater now, and she felt a strange feeling 
of pressure in it.  She was effectively as intelligent as a ten year old now, 
but alien and strange in her thoughts.  The pressure made her think of Sasha, 
and the pleasure and affection she had shown to her.  She wished that Sasha 
was here now, to pet and play with her, and something else that she couldn't 
define.
   By Sevenday morning, Fifi was the size of a great dane, weighing at least 
one hundred and twenty pounds.  The newly grown weight between her hind legs 
now jiggled and danced with her every movement, sending waves of strange 
feeling through her.  She longed to see Sasha again, fixated on the vet with 
strange intensity.  She still ate, but all of it went down smoothly, flashing 
into energy directly into her cells.  No longer did she bloat and have to 
stop to allow it to subside.  She now ate steadily, stopping only to gulp 
down water.  She no longer lapped the water up, but sucked it directly from 
the spigot.  Her surrounding were now almost fully comprehensible to her, her 
intelligence matching a sixteen year old.
   That evening, she discovered what the weight was, the sudden comprehension 
of its purpose shooting through her.  The internal changes were almost fully 
complete now, with only her appearance still being doglike.  She was in a 
strange state, intelligent but abysmally ignorant.   she wanted her friend 
Sasha there very badly.  Still, she hungered, and turned back to her frenzied 
consumption, the food now being gulped unchewed in a steady flow, faster than 
it could be dispensed.   She turned to swigging water while the trough 
refilled, allowing it to flow directly into her with no need to swallow.  She 
was fast approaching a dangerous state.
   As Fifi increased her stores of energy she neared complete independence of 
any mass intake.  Her cells would be able to supply any possible need or 
desire she would need, generating all needed substance and energy.  However, 
they might also flashover, generating more than needed in ever increasing 
amounts, flowing out into her until she novaed like a bloated star.  She did 
not know this, her intelligence now human norm but still ignorant of many 
things.  She could speak now, and the virus within had given her preloaded 
speech centers.  Her vocabulary was sufficient, but many concepts still 
eluded her.  She did not know what to call the feeling she felt for the 
loving companion, Sasha, but somehow knew what she would do to show her love 
for that one.  By early morning firstday, all the food was gone.   She 
finally was satiated, the flow of energy inside increasing.
   Fifi looked around, now longer distracted by the ravenous starvation she 
had felt.  She went to the front of now confining cage and effortlessly 
ripped the door off its hinges with a single shove of her forepaws.  She felt 
heavy and hot, filled with a sense of impending change.  She explored the 
lab, but nothing caught her interest.  She padded over to behind the 
examination couch, her now heavy body causing her paws to thump loudly on the 
floor, no longer the almost soundless patter of her original self's slight 
weight.  She decided to would wait for the promised return of Sasha, and lay 
down behind the examination table, strange desires flowing through her, the 
weight between her hind legs heavy and sharp with feeling.
  
                               Chapter 2

  Sasha returned early that morning, locking through the complex's entry 
system, and taking the elevator to the lab's level.  She checked on the food 
supply, and noted that the north lab's supply was empty.  This surprised her 
no end, as the amount of food there should have lasted for months.  She 
figured that the sensors had made an error, but that she would check it 
carefully later.  First, she would check on poor Percy in the south lab, and 
then see how Fifi was getting on.  Poor dog was probably lonely, being left 
alone for so long.
  Sasha walked down the hallway, and entered the south lab.  Percy was still 
asleep.  The horz was such a pitiful thing, really,when compared with a 
normal specimen.  Very pretty, slim and white with golden blonde mane and 
tail, and too effeminate for his own good.  If the idiot manning the work 
center Percy had been born at had been a little more perceptive, Percy would 
probably have been sold to some rich family, there to be some little girl's 
companion.  He (Sasha thought of Percy as he, even if the actual sex was a 
bit indeterminate) would have never suffered the outrages he had lived with 
all those years, and would have been well adjusted and pleasant.  Percy was 
not unpleasant to her, just that buried rage the lurked beneath the horz's 
placid demeanor could turn him into a raging maniac, almost psychotic in his 
maddened rages and hatreds.  There was something very sexual about those 
rages too, most likely caused by his experience at Blackjack's hands.  She 
had noticed that Percy would become erect during those rages, and ejaculated 
at their height occasionally.  He had never offered her harm, though, and 
while he may be puny for a horz, he was hung like, well, a horse.  She had 
watched him go into his rages, becoming almost instantly erect, the huge 
organ swinging wildly with his stamping leaps, thudding audibly into his 
belly with a loud, meaty slapping sound.  Toward the end of each episode, he 
would stand there, sides heaving, a look of such utter cold rage on his face, 
and then, more often than not, seem to fuck some invisible mare with fearful 
intensity, finally ejaculating great streams of semen in arcing jets.  Sasha 
was sure that it was  his terrible treatment from Blackjack and other studs 
that had used him as a mare that caused these outbursts, and despaired of 
ever truly curing him of them. She went over to him, and saw that he was even 
now erect, making small, fitful lunges in his sleep.
  What the rest of the members of the didn't know about Percy and Sasha then 
was that Sasha had been administering a rather unique therapy to Percy for 
some time.  She began to apply her treatment to him now.  First, she 
stripped, till she stood in nude splendor.  She was indeed a most beautiful 
woman, her breasts very large and incredibly firm.  She carefully hung her 
garments in a locker, and went to a cabinet.  She withdrew a neutral 
lubricating ointment and began smearing it over her hands and between her 
legs.  She carefully coated her thighs with it.  Satisfied with its 
application, she went back over to the sleeping horz, and took the huge 
horseflesh in both hands.  She began a slow stroking, running her hands up 
and down its hardened length.  The slippery organ seemed to pulse in her 
hands, as Percy groaned softly in his sleep.  The horz rolled upon its back, 
Sasha carefully stepping over his body to keep grip on the shaft.  She 
brought her knees together, trapping its length between her slick thighs, 
never stopping in the steady stroking.  Percy began a slow thrusting, his 
hips bucking slowly back and forth, and opened his eyes as he emitted a long 
moan.  He looked up at Sasha. "Pretty lady...you make me feel good all the 
time.  I would make you mine if you were a mare."  The soft blue eyes closed 
again, and the horz's head fell back in rapture. "You always make me feel so 
good, and know what I need.  You talk, and make me feel relaxed.  You me feel 
like a stud when I need it."  The horz's slow thrusts speeded up, becoming 
longer and harder.  Sasha felt the huge flesh she grasped become warmer and 
begin a rhythmic throbbing.  "Ah, my manly stallion!  You're too big for me 
to take, you are.  But so strong, so much stallion!  I can hardly resist not 
feeling your Stallion's shaft and your strength!", crooned Sasha. She 
thought, 'Give him a feeling of power, of being male and potent.  this is 
what he needs.'  She did feel some sexual stimulation from this, and did 
occasionally fantasize about having that hugeness thrusting into her, but she 
was a realist, and this was mostly for Percy's benefit, and truly therapy for 
the tortured horz.  "Ah, my mighty one!  Were I a mare, you choosing me would 
be the greatest happiness in my life."  The thrustings were now powerful, 
jolting lunges, and she no longer stroked, but merely squeezed the slippery 
cock, letting it slip between her thighs and grasp. His sides heaved, and he 
grunted in cadence to his lunging strokes.  She heard him repeat, 
"Mine..mine..I am a stallion!" and she spoke once more, "That's it, my strong 
one!  My mighty stallion!  My male!  My potent one! Ah, you are too much male 
for me!  You are too much stallion for me!" and repeated it as if a litany.  
The horz now grunted, trembled, and drove his heaving flanks into thundering 
series of driving thrusts, and Sasha felt the throbbing organ now spasm, 
swell, and then felt the stream of ejaculate rush up the length of the cock, 
and erupt in gouts from the now bulbous head. The horz's flanks froze into 
trembling position, as the jets of cum spouted and flew through the air to 
land in splashing beats on the floor.  'He really is rather muscular', though 
Sasha, noting the way the muscles rippled in his lower abdomen and forelegs.  
She felt the mighty organ very slowly soften, the horz now gasping and 
sweating, falling into utter relaxation. She stepped back over his supine 
body, watching slowly arc downwards, the head still swollen as big as both 
her fists together.  The penis finally rested on his chest, then slid off to 
the side, rolling heavily.  It slowly retracted back into its sheath.  she 
entered the cleanser, and washed off the slick lube, watching the gasping 
horz's breathing slowly return to normal.  She redressed quickly.  Percy was 
up when she finished, and affectionately nuzzled her.
  "You are good to me, when no other would be.  I love you, 'sha, and if you 
were a mare, would make you my mate forever!"
  She patted him, and stroked his forehead.  She laughed softly,"Ah, my great 
stallion!  Percy, you are the nicest horz I've ever met, and not at all 
puny!" She grinned, looking down and behind his head. He caught the 
reference.
  "'Sha, to you I am not weak.  To other horz, I am a mare to be used."  The 
horz looked serious, and then gave a neighing laugh. "Maybe it would be 
better if I never saw horz, but only female like you!" and nuzzled her 
breasts.
  "Stop that, O mighty one!  You might like human females better, but you're 
too much for them!  They'd take one look at your shaft, and run for cover!  
Gimme a kiss, My lover-stallion, and behave while I'm busy. I'll check on you 
later, and if you've behaved yourself," She gave him a comical sultry look, 
and struck an exaggerated pose, "who knows what treat I may have for you?"
  They both laughed, and Percy kissed her.  He did stick his tongue into her 
mouth, shocking her, and sending a electric bolt of delight though him.
  "Percy!  You na-a-asty horz you!  You behave now, you hear!" She slapped 
him on the rump as she walked to the door.
  Fifi lay in the darkened room, feeling heat flow through her.  Sasha should 
be here soon, she thought.  The huge dog lay, and felt the change building 
inside.  The weight between her hind legs felt leaden and hot now, and a 
sense of pressure filled it.  The energy within built to incredible levels.  
The not-quite dog sweated, a soft whine escaping her.  She needed Sasha to be 
here, very soon.  She needed the One here now!  Sensations she had never felt 
before built and grew within Fifi, seeming to center around the heavy weight 
between her legs.
  Sasha checked the food supply's remote, still puzzled by the empty 
condition they said existed.  The feedway tube was not only unjammed, but 
showed empty  Where had fifteen tons of food gone?  Oh, well, later after she 
checked on Fifi she would eyeball the storage area.  She keyed the outer lab 
lock, and entered.
  Fifi was in a  daze.  She felt like she was in a pool of molten lead, and 
the pressure within threatened to burst her apart.  She remained motionless 
when she heard the outer lock door open.
  Fifi didn't know it, but she was fast approaching a condition of literally 
exploding.  The energy equivalent of a dozen thermonuclear bombs now coursed 
through her.  She had achieved independence of intake, but had done so too 
early.  Her mass had been only half way through it's amazing transformation 
when she achieved energy sufficiency, and the the transformation had 
continued afterwards, boosting her production to levels that threatened to 
turn her into a small star.  Mass as energy shot through her, and she had to 
get rid of it somehow.  The must be someway to dump the excess, and rid 
herself of this terrible pressure screaming with ever increasing power 
through her.  She heard the inner lock open.
  Sasha entered, flipping on the lights. "Hi Fi..."  She saw the cage, the 
door bent into a crumpled mass of steel bars, and her first thought was that 
Fifi had been kidnapped for ransom from her owner.  She ran to the cage, and 
looked at the twisted ruin of the door.  Then she heard a noise behind her. 
She whirled about, seeing Fifi, but no!  The thing before her was huge! and 
missing the normal coat of fur.  She saw the now thick column of tail wagging 
behind the form, and realized that this was indeed Fifi before her, only a 
vastly altered one. This called for a very careful exam, as the tech had 
obviously screwed up seriously.
  "Fifi, girl?  Are you alright? C'mere girl, let's take a look at you!" she 
said, patting he exam table.
  Fifi bounded up, and thudded onto its surface.  She was huge,and must weigh 
in the neighborhood of four hundred pounds.  Sasha looked over the now giant 
dog and noticed something new...the fleshy sheath and large testicles now 
there.
  "Roll over, girl.  Looks like something new has been added.š
  Fifi slowly rolled over on her back, exhibiting a slow languor that had 
never been there.  Sasha felt  her head, surprised at the heat there.  
Slightly fevered, perhaps sick from a rushed alteration.  She examined the 
newly grown genitals, grasping the sheath and gently tugging it back.
  Fifi was still stupified with the energy rushing through her.  The One was 
back now, and her heart was filled with the feeling of love she had seemed to 
always feel towards this one.  But she couldn't seem to think clearly with 
all the clamorous pressure increasing by the moment.  And then something 
wonderfully pleasant happened.  Sasha grasped the weight down there, and new, 
most wonderful feelings shot through her.
  The penis' head slid forth.  It was semi-human, retaining the tapering 
contour of the canine, but the head was a slightly flattened human one.  The 
testicles were overly large, and actually hot to the touch, as was the shaft.  
It lengthened, revealing itself to be quite large, and quickly hardened into 
rigidity.  About eighteen inches, and tapering to something as thick as her 
forearm, thought Sasha.  Diameter just below the head about wrist thickness.  
Looks like the Crazy Lady would get more than she bargained for this time, 
provided the dog survived and the alteration finished.  She gently stroked it 
below the head, and was amazed at the sudden gout of ejaculate that shot from 
it, the flow coming in ever stronger jets.  And it wasn't stopping, but 
getting stronger and more forceful, as well as increasing in amount with 
every gush!
  Fifi groaned, the pressure within splitting her, bursting beyond all 
bounds.  She distantly felt Sasha manipulate her, and then the sudden joyful 
shock of pleasure as she came.  She felt the pressure reduce ever so 
slightly, then leap back to it's original level, then scream into a veritable 
torrent.  Fifi realized that this was her salvation.  Her cum carried energy 
out from her, but it was dead when it exited her, the energy collapsing back 
into her body.  She must somehow transfer some share of it, pour it into some 
vessel.  And the Loved one was here.  Two needs satisfied at once!
  Sasha traced the arc of the jet, watching what must be gallons of jism 
shooting from the quivering dog.  It died, and she watched the jerking 
phallus throb in impotent pumping.  That's all, she thought, I have to get a 
sample of this.  She grabbed a container from the exam table's drawer, and 
bent over to fill it from the pool on the floor.
  Fifi watched Sasha grab the container, and stoop to fill it.  She was 
entranced by the shapely ass now aimed at her, it's full, rounded contours 
generating feeling she had never felt before.  The weight was a cock, and it 
was meant to be used.  She rolled quietly off the table and softly creapt 
towards her loved one.  As she neared the twin globes now jiggling so 
enticingly before her, she stood up upon her hind legs, and reached with her 
forelegs.
  Sasha was just starting to stand up straight, when a sudden massive weight 
on her back almost drove her to her knees.  She staggered a moment, the 
weight almost too much to bear, then felt her boot slip in the puddle. She 
fell to her knees, the weight bearing her down.  She felt something clasp her 
hips, and something else pound at her crotch, something hot and too large.  
She suddenly realized what it was, and looked behind her to make certain of 
this impossibility.
  Fifi felt it all slide together.  She knew that this was her salvation, and 
what she did next was necessary.  She lowered her head, being careful to hold 
Sasha down, and ripped the lab suit from the frightened body beneath her.  
The bra and panties were as nothing to her power, and she felt a joyful 
dizziness of her unfolding strength.  Her being now centered between her 
legs, the quivering, huge dogflesh aching with its hardened heat,the power 
gathered to flow from it.  She looked down upon the cowering human, loving 
her with all her great heart, and smelling the scent of fear and sex that 
flowed from her.  She hopped, jockeying her burning rod into position, it 
already spurting streams of cum in anticipation.  She felt the tip graze the 
moist tunnel of her love's cunt, the head splaying the lips wide, and thrust 
into the liquid softness there.  She felt the bulbous head forcing the 
resisting flesh wider and wider apart, wrenching it open into gaping 
surrender to her burning need.  It hung for a moment, the hole too small to 
allow the massive cock entrance all at once, and she thrust harder, feeling 
it worm its way slowly into the heated hole of her love.
  Sasha felt like someone was shoving a basket ball up into her.  She was 
stretched inhumanly wide, the pain of the gigantic invader thrusting into her 
almost too much to take.  And still it forced her wider.  She could actually 
feel the spurts of cum being shot into her protesting belly, each one a hot 
dash of flowing heat inside her.  She felt the paws straddling her hips 
clench harder,clasping her in unbreakable embrace, and the weight of the 
quivering dog on top of her incredible.  She felt the heat from the thing 
sticking into her, and felt its impossible size ramming into her gaping cunt, 
wedging the thickened head deeper and deeper into her, and the screaming pain 
of it as it split her.  Agony flooded her as the head finally popped into 
her, as well as a new feeling of heat flowing from the monstrous prick into 
her protesting hole as it slowly forced its passage deeper into her belly.
  Fifi felt huge with need, her head floating with the powerful urges forcing 
her lust driven flanks in ever increasing thrusts.  She could feel the warm 
wetness of Sasha's cunt nibbling the tip of her burning dogflesh, the 
screaming hardness slung beneath her belly searing her with its need to enter 
and fuck, fuck, fuck!  Her tongue lolled from her gasping mouth, saliva 
running from it to drop in a glistening pool on Sasha's back.  She felt the 
protesting flesh beneath her give slightly under her relentless attack, the 
steel of her shaft forcing its way slowly into the promising depths of her 
now sobbing prisoner, her hips bucking, trying to force it up into Sasha's 
cunt, to ram it deep into her love-slave's belly and spew it's scalding load 
in gouts of flooding cum.  She felt the bulbous, rubbery head slowly force 
the resisting hole wider, the wet, slippery flesh bathing the tip in slick 
caress.
  Sasha felt the forceful spurts of cum being gushed into her splitting hole, 
each torturing thrust by the dog on her back sending her huge tits dancing 
and wrenching her screaming hole open further and wider.  She felt Fifi 
gyrate her pumping flanks, seeking to bury the massive tool into her belly, 
the head a hot rubbery mass with a steel core ramming its way deeper into her 
with each breathtaking lunge.  The dog was groaning with desire, the bulging 
muscles of its forearms standing out in sharp relief as they dragged her back 
onto the punishing hugeness splitting her open.  She turned in agonized daze 
to look at the huge beast now fucking her, the pain lancing her aching hole 
reddening her gaze.  She felt as if a piledriver was assaulting her cunt, 
driving a burning, fleshy pole into her, splitting her in half with its 
incredible size.  She saw Fifi's eyes slitted and glazed staring into the 
distance, and the her own ass cheeks rippling with the force of the plunging 
animals thrusts.  She saw the huge tongue hanging from the beast's gaping 
maw, dripping saliva, the dog oblivious to everything but the need to ram the 
searing length of its cock into her. The painful grip on her hips tightened 
as the dogs desperate lungings slowly ripped the now surrendering cunt open, 
forcing the head deeper and deeper. She saw the scarlet length disappearing 
into her, the glistening tapered length larger than any humans.  She knew she 
would be ripped open with the size of the thing, her hole already feeling 
like it had been wrenched to tunnellike dimensions.  She could feel the heat 
of the thing now jabbing into her, the head becoming slicked with the 
incredible flow jetting from it, easing it further into her.
  She gasped as the swollen head forced the gaping lips open to impossible 
size, then entered her fully, the column of hardness bringing scant relief as 
it slid, ever so slowly, deeper and deeper into her screaming belly.  She 
moaned as she felt it worm its way deeper into her, the searing weight of it 
scorching her belly, the gouting head spurting its load into her recesses 
with fluttering jets of cum.  It kept coming in, until she felt she was 
surely being choked by it being in her throat, her belly distending with the 
impossible size of the cock buried in her.
  The dog groaned, and the steady thrust increased, ramming the burning 
battering ram of the dogšs flesh up into her.  Finally, it was plunged to the 
hilt, the dogs swollen testicles swinging in an arc and slapping her gurgling 
belly, their size increasing by the moment.  The dog then slowly withdrew the 
cum slicked column until only the swollen head was still inside of her, then 
plunged it once again to her shattered depths, spearing into her, as she felt 
her belly swell to accommodate the massive length of dogcock fucking her.  
The spasming flow from the huge invader suddenly increased, and she felt 
warmth flow into her, and the sudden onset of a mingled agony and orgasm, the 
pain and pleasure mixing in some incredible way to bring her to near 
unconsciousness with the unbearable feelings she suddenly had.  She felt the 
weighty meat inside her clenching cunt swell still further, and realized in 
her near delirium that it was growing, becoming larger, gigantic. And then 
the dog began a fast pump fuck into her surrendering hole, her ass tilting 
back in abject surrender to the conquering hugeness piercing her.  She felt 
the flooding cum inside, slowly filling her with leaden heat, her breasts 
filling and swelling with the load of it, her stomach gurgling with its fiery 
flow.
   Energy flowed from Fifi into the belly of Sasha, the Dog desperate in the 
need to rid her bursting body of it.  Equilibrium would be reached 
eventually, but not for some time.  Her tireless flanks strove harder, the 
flow of the energy-carrying ejaculate increasing as the girth of her 
orgasming dogcock grew to encompass the flow of it.  Fifi was no longer 
rational, the need, both sexual and the flood of energy coursing out, filling 
her entirely.
  She felt Sasha slowly fill to bursting with both the flood of cum and the 
searing energy, barely able to keep up with either, and threatening to burst 
from one or the other. Fifi gazed down in love and lust at the form beneath 
her screamed and groaned in mindless pain and pleasure at her growing 
hardness rammed into the splitting cunt.  She felt love then, but was not 
going to stop her punishing sexual assault for anything, as the sweet 
pleasure of an almost continual orgasm rippled through their commingled 
bodies, the searing need spurring her into ever more violent pumping thrusts, 
her tool growing gigantic, then titanic as it became an unstoppable engine of 
lust, its gushing flood growing ever more violent and forceful as she 
battered it into her cringing targets velvet depths.
  She felt changes rippling her very flesh as the virus now completed its 
earnest work, as her chest felt strange; heavy and tight.  She felt it swell, 
huge mammaries growing into jutting heaviness, her forearms changing, her 
thundering flanks distorting slowly into something new, her hips flaring into 
womanly width, and her ass become fleshy and large, rippling with her every 
thrust.  The mammaries heaviness shuddered, each swollen orb bouncing and 
dancing in heaving, rippling circles, and the sudden sharp pleasure as huge 
nipple popped from their ends.
  Sasha and Fifi's bout increased with violence as the hours slowly slipped 
by, each driven into delirious feverishness by the intensity of their 
coupling.  Fifi's form became more and more human, altering into female form, 
her tits huge and her hips wide as the jutting column of her dogcock splurted 
and gushed, pumping the incredible load she bore in her titanic testicles 
deeper into the quivering body of Sasha.  Sasha herself suffered some 
changes, her large tits filling with the cum and swelling into titanic 
hardness, the nipples brushing the ground, sending heart-breaking pleasure 
through her as they protruded in huge hardness from the rippling mass of 
their swollen roots.  Fifi did not attain full humanity, the dogs countenance 
remaining some what canine, her nose still a dogs.  But her lips became ruby, 
and swollen into pouting loveliness.  Her now human hands stroked and grabbed 
at Sasha, pulling the delirious human onto her steel hard dogcock as she 
thrust it up into her protesting depths.
  By late afternoon, the couple were ankle deep in cum, with jetting streams 
of the heavy fluid shooting from Sasha's every orifice.  Fifi groaned in 
gutteral heaviness, her pounding pump fucking increasing in intensity and 
strength, and she began a keening scream as ultimate pleasure flowed out of 
her into the burning depths of Sasha.  Sasha felt the nova of Fifi's dogcock 
swell into even larger hugeness, then the searing blast of pleasure that 
swept through her drove her into never-ending screams of agony-orgasm.  Both 
fell into insensate heaps, the huge dogcock pulsing and throbbing deep within 
her, the head of it in Sasha's gorged throat, traveling through her body.  It 
slowly withdrew, the huge mass of its bulging head retracing its entry path, 
until Fifi, with a mighty tug of her hips, dislodged it from Sasha's spasming 
hole with a loud, wet 'Thwock!',and splashes of cum flew.
  They lay, each one quivering from the mindbending pleasure that had been 
theirs, Sasha's honeypot alternately gaping and clenching in remembered 
torture of the hugeness that had been driven through it.  The heaving ripples 
running through each set up slow waves of roiling cum, the room flooded with 
the hot fluid, the amount of it being in the hundreds of gallons.  They 
turned to each other, and kissed.  Fifi's splaying canine tongue brushed the 
smaller human one in burning caress as Sasha hungrily sucked on it.  Sasha 
caressed Fifi' huge tits, tweaking the hardened huge nipples, as she felt 
Fifi do the same.
  Sasha felt a strange, hot feeling gather at her crotch; not lust, but 
close.  It increased in heat, seemingly getting heavier by the moment.  Fifi 
looked at her, seeing the frightened look of surprise on the human's face.
  Sasha felt the pressure within her build, it seemingly centered at her 
still throbbing clitoris.  The feel of Fifi's huge breasts pressing into her 
own monstrous mammaries seemingly sparking this feeling.  She began to writhe 
as it increased in intensity, clutching at the woman-bitch still kissing her, 
her hips rotating in a grinding circle then bucking as what felt like 
internal explosions wracked her.  She felt a searing blast of pleasure-agony 
shooting through her, the pressure exploding into fantastic levels.  She 
groaned, shuddering, as her writhing hips suddenly locked in a forward 
position, exposing her still clenching mound.  Sasha's hips then began the 
slightest humping motion, as she felt something trying to burst from her 
belly.
  There was a moment of searing pain, and then it burst into view.  The tip 
of a massive cock sprouted from just above her clitoris, and rushed out in a 
wet slather, the length increasing by the moment.  She gasped, her hips still 
continuing their slight bucking, as her hair whipped about her flailing head.  
She wailed as the internal combustion in her crotch continued, the wetly 
gleaming cock slithering from her, it's length seeming to uncoil from her 
belly like some living firehose.  It rushed out, and thudded to the floor, 
Sasha suddenly aware of its weight and size.
  She felt a sharp pain, as the meaty length of cock was suddenly joined by 
two bulging testicles.  She felt the weight of the newly emerged balls slap 
between her legs, the size of like twin rubbery softballs.  She wailed again, 
the scream descending to a gutteral grunting as her hips now began to buck 
uncontrollably.  She felt the pressure move down, entering the massive, 
flaccid flesh lying on the floor between her legs, and the balls' crinkling 
in response.  It slowly filled, the base of it thickening first, then slowly 
travelling up the length of it in rhythmic jerks, and she felt the full 
weight of it slowly lift from the floor, arcing downwards under the load of 
its own mass.
  She opened her eyes in unfocussed gaze, to see the bitch-woman before her 
looking hungrily at the rapidly swelling flesh slowly rising between Sasha's 
legs.  Sasha's hands flew to her crotch, feeling the slick cunt, then 
exploring the massive balls, cupping their hot weight in her hands, then 
travel on to encompass the girth of the prod now jutting from her as it 
slowly erected.  It now swayed before her, her hands unable to meet around 
its fantastic diameter, the column still arcing slightly downward as the 
reddened helmet of its glans lifted skyward.  The base was now rock hard, and 
burning in its heat, and the entire meaty length swiveled from her crotch as 
her pumping hips drove it into slow, whipping actions. She felt the head 
bulge into rubbery harness, and then all its length speared upward, rigid.  
It hardened even further, the veins along its burning length standing in 
purple relief against its ruddy glow.  It seemed to swell yet again, then 
settled into throbbing heat, a yard long limb extending from her now still 
cleft, the balls dangling below it swollen with a devastating load of cum.
  She moaned as alien desires and sensations filled her.  Fifi smiled at her, 
and kissed he yet again, and she felt her nipples harden into fleshy nuggets, 
her breasts tight as her breathing came faster and shallower.  She eyed 
Fifi's own tool rising into magnificence, it's size a match for her own, with 
the shape differing.  She now turned a closer look toward both of the 
incredible pieces of maleflesh dancing in throbbing need.
  Sasha saw her own newly acquired cock was human in form, the rubbery, 
swollen head the normal helmeted crest of it swelling in pulsing heat. Fifi's 
was different.  The head of the bitch-woman's gigantic pole was flatter, more 
beveled, with the crest a ridge along it's red and shiny head. rest of the 
mighty column was a pinkish red, wet and glistening about three quarters of 
its length, there disappearing into a sheathlike covering more naturally 
flesh colored, it seemingly ready to split with the incredible girth of the 
thing.
  Sasha had been given half of Fifi's energy, the once-dog dumping it into 
her in the incredible session they had shared.  Power till coursed through 
both of them, the flow still increasing, though at a slower rate. Incredible 
energies filled them past the bursting point, and they grew at fantastic 
rate.  Each could feel this, and each knew that the other was at equilibrium, 
no longer receptive to further dumping.
  Fifi spoke first, "We shall surely burst!  There is no way to get rid of 
the rest!  We have to fuck to get rid of it, but there's nothing to fuck near 
enough to us.  We don't have time!"  She kissed and suckled Sasha's nipples, 
and Sasha answered.
   "There is someone..something close enough.  We could both fuck it, and 
dump there." She interupted with a groan, as she felt the flow increase, and 
at the pressure within growing with Fifi's caressing tongue.  Her Cock seemed 
to groan in unison, and grew several inches.  She noted that Fifi's also 
seemed to shiver and lengthen.
  "We have to hurry, or we're going to explode!  Come on, I know where he 
is!"
  Sasha leapt to her feet, the mighty prick waving before her.  Fifi stood, 
her dogcock wobbling in slow random jerks.  They raced to the door, and tore 
it off its tracks with ease, their strength boosted with the fantastic 
energies flowing through their bodies.
  
                               Chapter 3

  Percy was bored.  His stone collection lay casually piled next to his cot.  
He wondered where Sasha was now, and if perhaps she would be in later. He 
really loved that human, who made him feel so potent and virile.  He wished 
Blackjack were here, but smaller, human-sized.  He would show that bastard 
then who was a stud, and who a mare, and after he had ripped the horz open 
with the size of Percy's shaft up his ass and sprayed his cum down the horz's 
throat until Blackjack choked and died...  Percy felt his horsecock swell in 
slight tumescence, the thoughts bringing a feeling of pleasure to him.
  Percy was not at all humanoid, but completely equine in form.  He did 
possess intelligence far above a regular horses, though, and some 
manipulation capabilities that no normal horse would ever enjoy.  He also had 
an artistic soul, his collection of the three beautiful stones bringing a 
sense of joy to him.  He gazed at them, their beauty bringing calmness to 
him.
  The stones were unusual, and had been found in the mining enclave that had 
been his home.  A sympathetic miner had polished them for him, and they 
gleamed in the light of the dim room.  One was a perfect sphere, fist sized, 
and a iridescent pale green.  It resembled an enormous pearl, but glowed with 
depths not found in those terran jewels.  The second was a pear-shaped stone, 
slightly larger.  It was a fiery red, with tiny flecks of golden fire 
glinting in its depths.  The third was an oval of sky blue, its polishing 
revealing it to have the refractive qualities of a star sapphire.  Each had a 
chain epoxied to it, thick links of alloy in a gold color.  Each also had a 
smaller companion that was identical to the larger ones in shape and color. 
They had no intrinsic value on the market, which was why he was allowed to 
keep them, but were nevertheless quite beautiful to look at.
  Sasha felt the weight of the column of burning flesh jutting from between 
her legs sway heavily with each step.  The giant testicles dangling bobbing 
in counterpoint to her hip's dance as she walked down the hallway. Occasional 
fiery jets of ejaculate would spurt from the pulsing tip to  splatter on the 
ceiling and form puddles on the floor.  The energy within her was a nova, a 
inferno of screaming heat increasing by the moment.  She glanced at Fifi and 
saw the bitch-woman's face contorted with her own rising heat and power, the 
spastic twitching of her large hips wracking her every few moments and 
sending gouts of cum jetting from her huge dogflesh.  They were now in the 
North Lab's corridor, and approaching Percy's room.
  If there had been any other watcher present, they would have seen a 
beautiful, zaftig woman that stood at least eight foot tall with a hardened 
erection at least three feet in length jutting upwards and slowly waving in a 
heavy dance, bouncing off of the woman's huge mammaries.  Aside from her 
great height, the watcher would have noted a slight exaggeration of the 
woman's statistics, her waist narrower; her hips wider, the legs longer and 
thighs fuller than a 'normal' woman's.  Her shiny black hair cascading down 
her back stopping at the full, firmly rounded cheeks of her ass.  They would 
also have seen a slightly shorter and fuller version of the woman, only the 
face having the muzzle-like appearance of a dog, the nose black and shiny and 
her ears depending from either side of the strange females head terminating 
in the tightly curled fur of a poodle.  The dog-woman also had a titanic 
erection spearing upwards from her crotch, and seemed somehow to be fuller 
figured than her companion, the hips and breasts larger, the legs heavier, 
the waist narrower.  They would also have noted a tail waving jauntily from 
the base of her spine, and that it, too, ended in a ball of tightly curled 
white poodle-hair.  Careful observation would show that both seemed to be 
bathed in sweat, and something perhaps a bit more disconcerting; that each 
seemed to be growing slowly by the moment, and seeming to glow gently.  They 
were walking quickly towards the north as if they knew a destination 
beforehand.
  Percy was still bored, but a lot calmer now.  It was late, but if Sasha was 
coming back today she would be here in a few minutes.  The Horz fantasized; 
his huge, heavily muscled body on its back, his aching hardness spearing into 
the female, driving her to wild, frenzied screams of delight, her cries 
urging him to fuck deeper into her, to drive his hugeness to the hilt up into 
her belly, and that she couldn't believe the size of his muscles, and how 
strong and mighty he was, how potent and male he was, and how his mighty 
stallion body was a delight to worship in its strength and size.  His reverie 
was disturbed when he heard a crashing sound dimly through the room's inner 
lock door.
  Fifi and Sasha now glowed in the dimness of the outer room of the lab, 
grown to giants, their heads almost grazing the high ceiling.  The gushing 
spurts erupting from their huge cocks emerging in white hot jets, to land on 
the carpet and smoulder.  Whisps of steam seemed to emerge from every 
orifice, as they came closer to overload, their growth unable to keep up with 
the energy screaming through them, as it flooded and grew through them, each 
balanced precariously on the very edge of actually exploding.  The bio-techs 
could not have foreseen this, the change that still coursed through each, 
turning each cell into a mass converter.  The altered virus now worked on 
both, almost, but not quite, complete with its work.  Both approached madness 
in their need to dump energy, their now titanic erections grown huge.  Fifi 
used her aching dogflesh to battr down he outer lock door, sending the thick 
steel door flying to crash against the far wall.  Both sensed Percy in the 
next room, and began a keening moan as they approached the final door, each 
of their huge organs convulsing visibly as ever-increasing floods of 
ejaculate flowed from them.  Sasha sunk her fingers into the door, ripping it 
from its tracks and tossed it aside.  She entered the room, smiling at the 
promised relief that soon would be hers.
  Percy half saw the door open, and turned to see Sasha entering.  It took a 
few moments for the horz to realize what Sasha now was; twelve feet tall, 
with an impossible prick dancing from her, the pulsating tip aimed at him.  A 
second person entered, slightly shorter than Sasha, and strange looking, but 
the oddly formed erection waving from its gleaming length no lesser in size. 
Each seemed to glow, and Percy saw the spattering flow of cum shooting from 
the gigantic cocks, glowing like molten metal with its heat. "Hi Percy!  Time 
for another session!  I've brought a friend with me this time, and I think 
this time we're going to do it a bit differently, my lovely little stallion." 
Percy scrambled up, and tried to run past the two giants, realizing what 
Sasha meant to do.  The horz's mind trembled on the brink of madness, and was 
filled with terror at the thought of those giant tools entering him.  He 
didn't get far, though, as he felt a hand of incredible strength grab him in 
an unbreakable grip, and felt the heat of the flesh now surrounding him. "I'm 
sorry, Percy, but I have to do this.", came from Sasha, and he felt himself 
being maneuvered, turned about, and then the screaming heat entering him from 
his cunt.  He gasped, and felt himself go instantly erect in aching hardness, 
and then felt his small cunt being wrenched open to impossible size, the 
incredible girth of the tip of the cock being shoved into him sending agony 
flooding through him as it forced its way into him. The other was positioning 
itself in front of him, and he felt it grasp his ears, and then the rubbery 
flesh of its hugeness was pressed against his lips, forcing them apart as he 
felt gushing floods of cum being forced into his mouth.  It felt like molten 
lead, the viscous fluid of it filling his mouth and bulging his cheeks with 
the never-ending flow, and felt it slide into his gullet, leaving a trail of 
searing heat as the impossible flood forced its way into his belly.  Hi jaws 
were forced open wider and wider, until he felt sure they would be dislocated 
as the steaming head of the cock worked its way in, stretching his lips 
further and further.  He felt the rictus of agony in his flanks, as the 
titanic invader behind him entered slowly.  He felt heat flowing into him, 
and he surrendered, his mind entering a state of semi-madness at the 
incredible sensations now flooding through him.
  Sasha rammed her hot tool up into the writhing horz, her only thought to 
spill the burning load that filled her into its belly.  She was in a mindless 
state, a machine to fuck and fuck until the energies ripping though her 
eased, planted deep into her unwilling partner's clasping cunt.  She felt the 
head part the tiny hole's lips further apart as she rammed at it, her hips 
forcing the gushing column deeper into the horz's cunt in irresistible jerks.  
Her breasts burned, and felt strangely full, as if they were filled to the 
brim.  Her mighty thrusts were having the desired effect, as she felt the 
head held for a moment, then slide past the constricting sphincter into the 
depths of Percy's cunt.  The mammoth shaft inched deeper, spewing burning cum 
in jetting floods.  She felt the spasming cunt alternately relax and tighten 
around her shaft, each relaxation allowing a few more inches of it 
massiveness to penetrate into the horz's steaming interior, battering ever 
deeper into the liquid depths.
  Fifi also battered her tool further down the distended gullet of the horz, 
the screaming need driving her heaving flanks into ever increasing thrusts.  
It slowly sank into the gurgling horz's throat, the flow pumping from the 
swollen head increasing by the moment.  She moaned, and felt the flow 
redouble in amount, the viscous burning fluid pumping along its searing 
length pooling in the horz's belly, swelling it into rippling obesity.  It 
finally slid in to the hilt, the massive girth distorting the horz's face, 
and the spraying load backing up and filing his cheeks in ballooning quivers.  
She felt something else moving in the now bloated belly, and realized that 
Sasha as well had sunk her shaft to the hilt.  The flow of energy carrying 
fluid seemed to become torrential then, and she began a frenzied, plunging 
pump-fucking into Percy's mouth, her heaving hips withdrawing several feet of 
the now slimy dogcock, then ramming it back in to the hilt in rapid-fire 
thrusts.  She felt her now huge balls slap into the horz's chin with each 
breathtaking plunge, and felt Percy shudder with the incredible amount of 
ejaculate being pumped into him from either end, to meet in searing heat in 
the rapidly expanding belly.  She peered through slitted eyes at her partners 
huge breasts bobbling with her own savage thrusts, Sasha's eye's closed 
tightly as she hurtled though a continuous orgasm, and heard the human's 
keening, gutteral moan of lust through Sasha's lips, lips in a pouting 'O' of 
lust.  Fifi felt the load in her own balls increase dramatically, and she 
snarled, her hips a blur now as they savagely pumped ever harder and deeper, 
driving her huge erection ever deeper into the horz.
  The virus was not quite yet finished.  It now worked its changes on three 
beings, each reacting slightly differently.  The energy spilling from Sasha 
and Fifi into Percy was incredible, and the once slow changes were 
fantastically speeded up.
  Percy felt himself change, becoming more humanoid by the moment.  It was 
not a male's body he was getting, but female.  He was turning rapidly into a 
she, with only the huge horsecock,swollen to incredible proportions, belying 
the fact that she was totally female.  Percy felt something snap in her 
tortured head, the madness changing into something alien and irresistible. 
Percy died, and a new persona formed.  She chose the name Shestallion, and 
felt the aching flesh buried under her bloated form spurt stinging streams of 
cum as she came.  She felt her breasts grow large, larger and then grow firm, 
the nipples hardened into hugeness.
  Sasha and Fifi pumped, almost totally mindless, into the prostrate form 
between them.  For several hours the endless flood poured from them, filling 
the now changed horz.  Equilibrium was reached, then passed, and all three 
participants fell into stupified semi-consciousness, each twitching in 
aftershocks of excruciating pleasure.
  Sasha came back to awareness, her huge flesh now flaccid but still sending 
waves of sweet pleasure shooting through her.  She noticed the horz's stones, 
and picked up the oval blue one.  She felt like she was turned inside out, 
the energy flooding from her into the stone, and she felt the relief of being 
in balance.  She recovered from the momentarily stunning feeling, and looked 
upon the other two still heaving forms, knowing them to still be building to 
ultimate release of energy.  She tossed each a stone, the red going to the 
horz, the green to the gasping canine.  She watched each spasm and shudder, 
and then relax into calm.  She felt the energy still increasing in her, but 
at an almost comfortable rate.  Still, the remaining excess would have to be 
dumped somewhere.  She took the now glowing stone and placed it around her 
neck, feeling the power that had been siphoned into it still ready for use, 
but now controlled.
  The three each now had the equivalent of tons of matter stored within them 
as energy.  Each would have been able to power a large planet for decades, 
the levels coursing through each dwarfing the gravitic generator's output 
into insignificance.  Sasha felt it flowing within her, still increasing, and 
knew that her companions in the room felt the same.  She looked over at the 
altered Percy, the horz now humanoid and female in form, with huge, firm 
breasts heaving as he... she panted and gasped.  Sasha judged the trio to 
average about ten feet in height, she being the tallest, Fifi the most 
massive, and Percy the most well hung.
  Fifi slowly recovered, and moaned in remembrance at the screaming pleasure 
that had ripped through her a few minutes before.  She too took her now 
shining stone and placed it around her neck.  She saw the horz do the same.  
Fifi rolled onto her hands and knees, her breasts dangling, the now flaccid 
dogcock's head touching the floor.  She felt the power growing as well, and 
knew what had to be done.
  Shestallion, formerly Percy, was still feeling the incredible sensation of 
change blasting through her.  She had finally given herself to the hot rage 
that had been buried, betrayed by the loved human, Sasha, who had not merely 
used her as a filly, but had altered her into female.  She swore vengeance 
upon both of her heaving companions, but later, after this energy had been 
gotten rid of.  She would rule as a Stallion yet, mastering these two and 
making them slaves to her all-conquering lust.  But first she must gain 
control of herself.
  Unseen by any of them, in the outer room of the lab, two cages containing 
the only other living animals had been splashed by the gouts of ejaculate 
that had flooded the room a short time ago.  A cat and a rabbit now lay deep 
in the corners of their cages, twitching and feverish as changes coursed 
through them.
  Thus was born the five races of Mall.  The three; Human, Canid, and Horz, 
would be the races of power, ruled by their Queens; Sasha, Fifi, and 
Shestallion.  The two subject races; Cat and Bunny, living in the areas 
between them, to be used by the Races of Power as slaves and servants and 
hated them as cruel masters.  But that was in the future.
  Shestallion was the first to rise unsteadily to her feet, and begin a 
stumbling walk out of the lab.  Fifi and Sasha followed close behind, all 
three filled with a dreadful purpose.
  The head of security for the Nymph's labs was herself a Nymph, a petite, 
pert girl dressed in the environmental suit and helmet of a guard.  She felt 
a tremor run through the complex, as something of incredible power caused the 
entire building to shake.  Alarms flashed and hooted, showing that the bio-
lock leading to the genetic-alteration labs had been breached.  She followed 
standard procedure, alerting the planet's authorities of a possible escape of 
altered animals and of the possible bombing by terrorists that had taken 
place.  Other alarms went off, and the sensor and comm links started to tell 
of something terrible going on down there, with hasty entreaties for help 
being cut off in terrifying screams.  She knew that whatever terrorist group 
was doing this would not get far as she hit switches closing the containment 
doors throughout the complex, and vowed that if one person was injured or 
killed at their hands, they would never make it to trial.  She dispatched 
several squads of guards armed with heavy stunners.  She ordered the guard 
technician to take over and continue to co-ordinate the groups now headed 
toward the center of the situation, and headed out to see for herself what 
was going on.  She paused only a moment to strap one of the few blasters 
onplanet to her hips and then jogged quickly to the elevators.
  Shestallion was having the time of her life.  The Nymphs and females 
scattered throughout the complex ran in terror before her, the blast doors 
preventing their escape.  With her energy at this level she had no problem 
bashing down any doors or other obstacles before her as she relentlessly 
sought new targets for her all consuming lust.  Her nipples had swollen and 
hardened into twin cocks, and her tongue bloated from her wide-stretched 
jaws, each a mighty, spurting cock in itself.  Three, four of the screaming 
Nymphs hung from their gushing length, bloating with the endless flood of hot 
cum that gushed from each. She would fill one, then drop the bloated form, 
seeking another to ram that particular flesh into.  She spied an especially 
attractive beauty, and groaned, knowing that this one would be the one for 
special treatment.  The cowering, screaming girl huddled in the corner, 
looking up at the monstrous form advancing upon her with terror widened eyes, 
as the mighty hot column of Her flesh, spurting steaming streams of cum, 
aimed at her, then was being buried in her depths, the flow of the ejaculate 
assuming incredible amounts.  Thus the first of many of the race of Horz was 
created.
  Sasha and Fifi also rampaged through the many choice targets, Fifi's all-
conquering dogcock spewing its load into dozens, converting them in turn to a 
Canid.  Sasha was more discerning, picking and choosing, converting some to 
merely slaves, others she gave the gift of her energy.  The lower levels were 
filled with the groans of the already conquered, and the scrams of those that 
sought escape.  The blast doors may have kept the humans and Nymphs from 
exiting, but each of the Three had little problems bashing them out of their 
way.
  A pattern was set that day, which would shape the social structure of Mall 
for centuries to come.  Fifi merely grabbed whatever she could bury her flesh 
into, converting all she met into Canids.  Sasha chose to be a little more 
selective, merely fucking what she could, and saving special treatment for 
certain beauties, giving them something more; the ability to also go forth 
and convert others, as they were filled with some small portion of Sasha's 
incredible energy.  She, on the other hand, was even more discerning, picking 
the females she would gift with utmost care, then turning them into almost a 
full copy of herself.
  Mall would ever more be run under this system; Fifi would have the most 
converts, the Canid race being the most numerous, but the individual members 
being the least powerful.  Fifi would have to gift each as needed the power 
of the Cock. Sasha would have about half the subjects in number, but would 
have deputies,each bearing the Gift of Cock and Energy, and requiring to 
submit to her infrequently to maintain those gifts. Shestallion would have 
few subjects, but each would have almost as much power as She herself had.  
They would be almost unstoppable as individuals, but they would be very few 
in number.
  The three had no problem with the guards, their energies holding them 
immune to any puny stunner, and even the ravening heat of the blaster was a 
mere wash of warmth to them.  The guard captain fell to Fifi, almost blown 
apart at the seams as the dogwoman wildly fucked her and thundered the 
overwhelming gout of cum into her flailing body.  Eventually the entire 
complex was gone through, all having felt one or the other's flesh in them. 
The Three broke out, and continued their rampage, Sasha heading West, Fifi 
East, and Shestallion North, spreading both their influence and terror before 
them.
  Mall began evacuations, thousands of the million fleeing in terror at the 
mysterious happenings occurring.  Confusion as to what was actually happening 
was universal, with some sort of biohazard escaping from GeneTech being the 
most popular choice as to what was doing this.  The exodus was halted three 
days later, as Fifi entered the the main transport station, still engaged in 
her campaign and tireless in her efforts.  The last few technicians in the 
control and power centers used their escape systems two days later, 
effectively sealing the small planet off.  Within a month, the entire 
planet's population was under the domination of the Three, the Queen's 
servants and nobles capturing what few untouched people remained. All fell 
before them, minds and bodies blasted into oblivion as they suffered the 
change conferred upon them by the lust-ridden queens.  Finally, two months 
later, not a single individual was not controlled or changed by them, their 
endless fucking now eased.
  Mall went through a peaceful interlude, the Queens taking up residence in 
castles the 'bots built, each having a third of the single continent to rule 
over. The virus finally ended, nothing left to do, and the Queens slipped 
into sybaritic lifes, none daring say no to them.  This period lasted ten 
years.
  Shestallion remembered her vow quite well, and felt that she now had enough 
subjects and power to put her plans into action.  Hordes of the horz swept 
out of the north, raiding the other Queen's lands.  Fifi's rule suffered the 
most, as each of her soldiers had to be prepared personally by her.  Sasha 
also was sent into reeling retreat, the individual nobles no match for the 
mighty horz.  Subjugation of an individual was through fucking her, sending a 
jolt of energy into her along with the ever-flooding cum. A single bout with 
a horz was more than enough to enslave a canid, and even the Human nobles 
could be easily gang-fucked,converting them into new Horzs. Fifi was losing 
ground steadily, the Horz fucking the helpless crowds of Canids into 
submission.  Sasha fared better, stabilizing by throwing vast numbers of 
Nobles and Guards into the fray, overwhelming the individual horz by having 
groups of them fuck the horz continuously until it was converted to a Noble 
human, and bound to Sasha.
  The War lasted a century, the number changing constantly as one side of the 
other gained the needed overwhelming numbers.  The Energy was a constant, 
though.  It would be stretched thin with the greater numbers, dispersed 
though the ranks.  Which is what led to Shestallions downfall.  A horz was 
almost a Queen in itself,and required huge amounts of energy-cum to create. 
She had hordes now, victory almost certain.  However, Sasha and Fifi entered 
the fray themselves, flying the single still functioning floater to She's 
castle with a band of their most potent Guards.  Shestallion had overextended 
her personal energies, and She herself was fucked into submission by the 
other two of the Three and their Guards.  She was imprisoned, and with no 
enervating flow from her, her subjects were tracked down and converted until 
only small bands remained as raiders in the mountains to the north.  Now 
Sasha and Fifi squabbled over turf, in a friendly battle.  They agreed their 
bond was to strong to actually fight between themselves, but the war they had 
just waged had enervated and delighted them, so it would continue, in a more 
manageable way, to be fought. The subject races, Cat and Bunny, were 
subjugated and enslaved as exotic sex toys for both race's nobles.  The 
pattern was still in place, Sasha having more potent individuals, with Fifi 
having few Guards or Nobles, but great numbers of subjects.  This is the 
state of things that Kuppis would walk into, landing in an area controlled by 
Sasha The Great, Most Potent and Beautiful of the Humans. 
  
                               Chapter 4

  Cupcake finally drew near to the building's exit, the large room not as 
clean as the hallway she had passed through. The counters that had served to 
dispense passes to travelers, the luggage handling areas, and the rows of 
chairs that had been for the comfort of waiting people were overturned, and 
in disarray.  Papers, yellow and faded with age, littered the floor and there 
were notices, tattered and barely legible, hanging from the walls. Numbered 
signs that looked to have been hastily painted and tacked into place overhung 
each hallway entrance.
  Cupcake thought, 'The evacuation must have been rushed and confused'.  
There were signs of struggles, here and there the benches and seats had been 
bent, or even ripped apart, as if some giant had torn them in half.
  She scanned the room carefully with the sensors. She noted that the 
carpeting was stained even though there was no evidence of environmental 
leaks.  The notices were not much help in determining what had happened.  
They concerned the evacuation and the procedures to be followed, but said 
nothing about the cause of the mad scramble offplanet.
. She examined the doors, great psuedo-wood things with old-fashioned hinges 
and saw they were still sealed, but strangely bulged towards the center, as 
if a battering ram had bashed them open.
  The sensors were not the most powerful, and certainly not long range like 
the ship's set, but they told a confusing tale when Cupcake passed them over 
the large splotches discoloring the carpet.
  She looked out of the two windows flanking the door, the Plast still clear, 
and clean on the inside, but streaky and clouded on the outside.  The view 
was clear enough, showing the cracked and crumbled pathway leading to the 
building, and that the 'sun' was high.  The weather was clear, and a thermal 
read showed the temperature to be balmy with only middling humidity.
  Mall's artificial nature had been apparent from space, the climate one of 
almost exclusive temperate weather,with only the mountains to the north and 
the single great peninsula showing any sign of extremes. The Mountains were 
colder, the highest peaks actually having snow, and had been famous for the 
skiing there.
  The Peninsula was tropical, it's entire perimeter curving into thousands of 
miles of white, sandy beaches,each curve enclosing another bay or inlet.  It 
was 'summer' here, as far as extremes went, the temperature varying only by a 
matter of a few degrees.  The foliage outside was lush, a forest now where 
neat rows of trim park had been.
  Cupcake decided to exit while it was still morning here, so she'd have 
plenty of time to explore before night.  Tonight she would investigate the 
building more thoroughly, but now was a chance to perhaps find some clue as 
to what had causeed Mall's hasty abandonment.
  Kuppis did not know it, but not a mile from her lay the castle of Sasha the 
Beautiful, Most Mighty Queen of the Human, and who was at this moment being 
in a snit.
  Her captain of the guard, a Canid she had conquered long ago, and who she 
had gifted with the power of Energy and Cock, had brought her news of a 
settlement in the north that had suffered a raid by the bandit horz.  Two new 
horz were now numbered among that band, the two minor nobles having been 
gang-fucked by the entire gang into hugeness.
  One horz had been captured, the squad of guards swarming over her and 
raping her, allowing the horz to empty herself into a screaming Nymph in 
over-stimulation. The squad was almost depleted in the simple capture, and 
barely able to keep their captive under control.  One had even sacrificed 
herself to keeping the horz drained during the trip, the reaction of two 
gifted with Energy fucking had sent the guard into near frenzy and madness as 
the sudden load of horz's cum had overloaded the guard, and it took the 
continuous attentions of a dozen nymphs to keep the guard from going on a 
rampage.  That one would be elevated to minor nobility for her sacrifice, but 
now Sasha herself would have to attend to the horz.  She had thought to bury 
herself in privacy today, all nobles and guards having been anointed long ago 
this season, and the promising allure of that new Cat had filled her with 
thoughts of simple sex and hours of pleasure, perhaps even allowing her to be 
fully female for a time.  This would have to be attended to immediately, 
however, and the Cat would have to wait for another day.  She allowed the 
power to grow, and she herself grew, from her five foot eight to a full ten 
feet.  Her Cock expanded, hardening into a jutting column, but she held it to 
reasonable size, only a yard in length.  She motioned to the Captain, and the 
horz was brought in.
  The horz was huge, standing almost as tall as Sasha herself.  Her hands 
were bound behind her, causing the huge breasts to thrust out more in 
challenge than in surrender.  She was blonde, the tail and mane a golden 
shimmer, and she wore a dark brown leather loincloth.  The horz was encrusted 
in simple jewelry, and her hair was braided.  She was broad of hip, and well 
muscled, athletic.  Sasha looked her over.  Perhaps this would not be as 
unpleasant as she had first thought.
  "Horz, what is your name?"  Asked Sasha.
  "My name is Goldenmane, she-bitch, and I'm more than your puny little 
humans can handle!  I've fucked many a human, and you'll feel me inside your 
ass yet, you impotent bitch!"
  "Goldenmane, know that you address Sasha.  The ass that feels Cock today 
shall not be mine, I guarantee.  You shall perhaps taste me, foolish horz, 
and in ways that are not pleasant."
  The horz's look of defiance was replaced with one of terror. Human nobles 
she had conquered, even one high noble had felt her flesh.  But this was one 
of the Three, awful in power and potency.  Still, this was a human.
  "P-perhaps I shall, O queen, but I think thou would prefer me to use you, 
as all knows the human is a weak race, only the Canid being more flaccid." 
said the horz, staring in defiance.  The horz grew erect, the flap of the 
loincloth pushed aside, and the great rigid flesh grew to awesome size.  It 
dribbled cum from the tip, the spattering fluid sounding loud as it struck 
the polished floor.  "O Queen, know that this would be yours, to fuck your 
dainty little ass till you screamed."  The huge horsecock gouted, the jet 
arcing through the air, and landing with a loud splashing rush at Sasha's 
feet.
  'Ah,' thought Sasha, 'perhaps today won't be uninteresting after all.
  "Goldenmane, for that insult you shall feel my wrath." Sasha unleashed more 
of the limitless energy within, allowing it to flow.  Her great cock jerked, 
then grew into hugeness, then it was gigantic.  Still it grew, until it was a 
titanic mass of purplish flesh, waving in slow, rhythmic bounces, aimed at 
the horz.  The veins along its length standing out in sharp relief from the 
ruddy hardness of the shaft, the head congested and bloated, pulsing slowly.  
It massed as much as the rest of Sasha, who stood with hands on hip, smiling 
at the now terrified horz.
  "You've shown me your flow of cum, Goldenmane, so it is only fair you see 
mine. Guards, chain her to the floor."
  The guards raised an eyebolt from the floor, and lengths of chain were 
attached to the quivering horz's bounds, fixing her firmly from any escape.
  "Now that you are comfortable, it is my turn to show you what my flesh can 
do.  Your's was sizable; let us see what I can do."
  A thrumming sound was heard, the great mass of Sasha's cock now vibrating.  
The head pulsed in ever more energetic pumps, and ripples, then waves, ran 
along the titanic shaft.  Small gushes of cum spouted from the tip, promising 
a flood to follow.  The guards withdrew as Sasha moaned at the increasing 
pleasure filling her.  Her testicles swelled,growing till they thudded into 
the floor, continuing to grow until the twin spheres were five foot in 
diameter.  Sasha's hips started bucking in wild, hunching thrusts, and the 
mass before her swelled yet again, trembling, the head flaring into hugeness.  
Then Sasha grunted, moaned, and locked into trembling rigidity, and the flood 
started.
  The stream of cum was like a steel bar, so great was the pressure.  It 
struck the horz, and erupted into a spray as it met her flesh.  The horz felt 
her own cock bloom into counter-pumping, and felt the heat of the sticky 
fluid enter her.  The impossible gouts the cum gushing into her would ease, 
then resume in intensity, driving her to her knees, then forcing her 
backwards until she was at the limits of her bonds.  It now thundered over 
her, the main jet of it striking between her legs, forcing them apart with 
the intensity and pressure of the flow.  She felt herself filling, swelling 
with the hot cum, and this was only a miniscule part of the unbelievable 
flow, a droplet in a river.  She felt like she was seated upon some 
incredible pillow as she felt the flow of it ripple her hindquarters in the 
current.  And then it eased, the heavy jets of each ejaculation now distinct 
rather than one overwhelming flood.  She felt the weight of it strike her, 
like hot oil from a large tub, dashing against her.  It stopped, and the horz 
groaned with the load her swollen belly now held.  She rocked from side to 
side, her distended abdomen sloshing, with the pain wracking her.
  The room drained quickly, the deep pool of cum spilling along channels 
designed for this very purpose.  The floor was soon dry, the sole occupant 
the horz rocking with the pain in her monstrously swollen, gurgling belly. 
The horz's cock became erect again, a serpent rising with infinite slowness, 
until the head pointed at the ceiling.  It quivered, the turgid flesh now 
hard as diamonds, and then with a piercing, shrieking scream, the horz came, 
sending a fountaining stream to strike the high ceiling with the dull rattle 
of water drumming against sheet metal.  The huge horsecock then deflated with 
alarming suddenness, the meaty weight of it thudding to the floor.  The horz 
had just had an orgasm of such intensity that all rational thought had been 
exploded out of her.  She heaved and bucked, the aftermath of that experience 
causing her to thrash frenziedly on the floor, grunting and moaning as the 
pleasure she had felt drove her to mindlessness.  She looked up at the 
looming form standing over her.
  "Now, Goldenmane, my fine filly, we shall see who it is that has Cock 
rammed in their ass."
  The horz felt the incredible heat of the rubbery head, gigantic, impossibly 
huge, butting her ass insistently, each jolting ram becoming harder.  The 
pressure on her was incredible, and then the white pain as the thing entered 
her splitting asshole drove her to scream with madness. She felt it swell, 
and then the first spearing gush of the incredible flood to come blasted into 
her.
  Cupcake figured the locking mechanism out quite easily.  It was simple,and 
seemed to be more for decorative purposes than for any security. The door was 
very heavy, massive, and she had to strain a bit to swing it wide enough for 
her to exit.  The day was balmy, warm and pleasant, a gently breeze from the 
east rustling the foliage. The walk she stood upon was cracked in an unusual 
pattern, the duracrete showing signs of something smashing into it in a 
regular, alternating pattern.  Cupcake felt a momentary flush of nervousness 
as it looked like something of incredible weight and mass had walked down it, 
something with a walking pace of sixteen feet per step.  If that thing was 
still alive and running about loose, she hoped it was not carnivorous.  She 
examined the door from the outside.  In the center, between the twin doors, 
it looked like an old fashioned wrecking ball had struck it, something round, 
about a yard in diameter.  She looked around carefully, then used her binocs 
to scan the field to the west, swinging them in careful scan to the east.  
There, just over a mile away, was another structure.  She could only see the 
top of it, the trees blocking any direct view, but the look was one of, of 
all things, a medieval castle, or at least a fairytale one.  It gleamed in 
soft blue tones, and pennants flew from pylons atop each of the turreted 
garrets she could see.  The pennants were white, rectangular, and had a light 
blue circle in the center.  The trailing end was fringed, she saw as she 
cranked up the magnification, in a regular square pattern.  Considering what 
this place had been, it was probably either an old amusement park or hotel 
done in a historical theme.  Since the pennants flew, it meant maintenance 
was still going on, probably robotic, and would most likely have 
accommodations still functioning.  It might be a much better base of 
operations than the bare floor of the Transport building.  She would approach 
carefully, just in case old bigfoot or its children was still walking around.
  Cupcake walked through the woods, surprisingly finding well-worn trails 
through it.  The woods were almost forest, with scant scrub or shrubbery 
growing from its floor.  Several hundred years had changed thing 
considerably, she thought.  She did have a sort of map, the scan the ship had 
made during several orbits, but she had only vague information to compare the 
current with the past condition.  The Transport building had several maps, 
but they had been the static variety, and not at all detailed. They had shown 
the locations of centers of interest only, the intervening land a friendly 
but mysterious blank.  The trees had not mutated at all, nor had the 
ecosphere deteriorated at all in all this time.  There was no indication 
among the fauna or flora of any bacterial or viral episode, and the scanty 
reports that were still in existence had indicated something different.  The 
last signal anyone had heard from mall and that had survived through the time 
since then had been an alert about terrorist action in some bio lab, and the 
possible release of genetically altered animals.  Perhaps they had been 
building dinosaurs, which had terrorized the population.  The ship had not 
sensed anything big enough to make those footsteps she had seen, and she 
trusted its sensitivity that far at least.  If there were any surviving 
dangerous animals running around loose, they would not be too much bigger 
than an elephant.
  The Captain, who was called Rashael the Large, had been blasted into being 
a Canid by Fifi long ago.  During the War, she had been slaved to the Horz, 
and then recovered by Sasha's forces soon after.  She had been allowed to 
retain her canid form, but had been gifted by Sasha with Cock and Energy when 
she had proved herself to be an able warrior, working her way up the chain of 
command until she was captain of Sasha's Elite Guards.  She still remembered 
the final battle with Shestallion and the sacrifice she had made, 
surrendering herself to the Queen Horz's battering ram and the months of 
maddened sexual frenzy she had suffered afterwards.  She was tall, standing 
six foot three, long legs tapering up to wide hips and rounded ass, her torso 
small in comparison.  Her boobs were twin melons displaying incredible 
cleavage, and firm, the nipples hidden under her uniform poking through the 
duracloth and showing them to be large.  Her head sat atop a long, graceful 
neck, and was covered in long black hair.  Her face was Canid, with luscious 
lips pouting slightly and it showed a look of annoyance.  She hated these 
patrols while the Queen was busy with a subject. She had left the audience 
chamber just as Sasha was getting down to serious fucking, the screams of the 
captive horz still fresh in her mind. The horz had been stupidly insulting, 
and Rashael doubted very much that it would be enjoying the resulting wrath 
of the Queen.  She decided to check the woods to the west.  Some months ago, 
they had found a Canid raiding party there, the bloated and gross form of a 
Carrier of Energy giving them away when it had spontaneously ejaculated, the 
load it carried too much for it to control.  She remembered the skirmish 
quite well, and had dealt with the carrier herself, incorporating the energy 
burden it had carried into herself.  She had nearly gone into overload, and 
only the frenzied pumpfucking of the nearest nymph had prevented her from 
going into total frenzy.  Sasha had rewarded her for that battle with several 
days with a Bunny, and she had made the best of that pleasure.
  She entered the wood, following one of the many well worn paths that wended 
through it.  She went silently through it stillness, fully alert to any 
possible ambush or hidden skirmishers that may have lurked in its depths.  
She wished that something would happen, the regular patrols this close to he 
castle we so incredibly boring.  Something did; she heard someone's careful 
steps farther along the path.
  Cupcake sauntered along the path, the scanners busily checking for any 
large life forms in the area.  She had decided that whatever had caused Mall 
to be abandoned had long ago died off.  Probably neutered war-creatures of 
some sort had escaped, turned loose by some crazy band of terrorists.  That 
fit with the sketchy information, and would most likely have produced the 
panicked exodus from Mall, and the Military's reluctance to just have done 
and fry the place.  Bio-alterations were one of the 'lost' technologies, and 
some pretty scary stories of what could be done with manufactured creatures 
were widespread.  Mall did not seem to be the place for their creation, which 
would have made it perfect for high security projects of that sort. She 
figured she had nothing to worry about other than tagging promising 
locations, and she would later relay her findings to the ship.  It was then 
that Rashael stepped out of concealment and grabbed her.
  "Who are you!?  What are you doing here?!" came the snarled question. 
Cupcake was frightened out of her skin, so sudden and unexpected was the 
persons appearance.  There had been survivors!  Cupcake couldn't get a good 
look at the person, but whoever it was was definitely female, as the size of 
the breasts flattened against her back proved.  The arm around her throat 
loosened a bit, holding her but no longer choking.  Whoever this woman was, 
she was tall and very strong.
  "Tell me who you are, and what you're doing here, bitch, or you'll taste 
Cock, that I promise!" 
  "I-I'm Cupcake, a researcher!  I didn't know that anyone was left here! I 
thought everyone had either escaped or was killed!"
  Rashael sensed no energy from this one.  It was strange.  This girl was 
slim and much taller than any of the Nymphs, but smaller than any soldier of 
Noble.  She noted the strange uniform her captive wore, and the devices hung 
from her belt.  Could it be that this one was a traveler from the legendary 
other worlds?  Rashael felt a strange excitement stirring in her.
  "What is your name, and what business do you have here, girl?  Speak the 
truth, or you'll feel me in ways that are most unpleasant!"
  Cupcake spoke, telling Rashael about her mission.  The pressure on her 
throat eased with each passing minute.  Rashael asked several questions, some 
about the state of things Out There, others concerning Cupcake herself. 
Rashael decided that Cupcake was indeed a visitor, the first in centuries, 
and had also never felt the touch of a Queen.  She was filled with an 
excitement, and felt herself stirring.  An untouched female!  This was indeed 
a wonder.  She felt her dogcock slowly erect, the excitement she felt driving 
it to hardness.  It was not the full splendor it was capable of, but the size 
for pleasure-sex.
  Cupcake felt the thing prodding her in her lower back, and could feel the 
warmth coming through her suit.  What could it be?  The voice, the breasts 
pressing heavily against her, the shape of the arm and the shape of the form 
that had surprised her all said female, but the thing resting against her 
spine said Male, and a great deal of it.  The arm withdrew from around her 
throat, and she felt a powerful hand encircle her upper arm.  She turned to 
see who her captor was.
  She gasped.  Her captor was not entirely human.  The face was almost 
entirely human, but the jaw and nose formed a short muzzle, and the nose 
itself was that of a large dogs; black and wet looking.  Her ears poked 
through the long black hair, placed higher then a humans and coming to a 
point.  It was as if someone had taken a very lovely woman's face and stirred 
just a touch of a dog's in.  The lips of the woman were large,and the teeth 
looked normal, being exposed in a grin.  The eyes were brown and large, but 
looked hard.  She was tall as Cupcake looked up at her.  Her relatively small 
chest was endowed by large breasts, each watermelon sized globe being pressed 
against the other by the brief halter she wore.  The halter consisted of two 
triangular pieces of leather-like duracloth and a series of straps bound to 
it with shiny silver rings.  The upper straps ran to a collar-strap which was 
buckled around her neck, and the twin pieces of black duracloth were 
connected by a larger ring.  Cupcake's shocked gaze traveled past the jutting 
globes, and saw the huge column of the penis,the head almost touching the 
undersides of the juddering mammaries.  The size of the thing would have made 
the most well-endowed male envious.  She saw that the stomach behind it was 
smoothly muscled.  Tearing her gaze from the throbbing monster penis, she saw 
that her captors hips were very large, smoothly rounded thighs leading to 
long legs that wore calf length boots. There was something odd about the 
proportions there.  The huge member emerged from a slit in the front of a 
brief bikini-like bottom, which matched the halter in that it was bound with 
straps attached with silver rings.  The long arms wore bracelets around the 
wrists.  Cupcake felt her gaze continually drawn to the threatening hardness 
aimed directly at her. Rashael noticed where Cupcake's eyes kept lingering.
  "No fear, little one.  That may perhaps be for you later, when you have 
seen the Queen.  I am bound too well to duty, but would surely enjoy having 
you right this moment.  This.", Rachael chuckled, flicking the engorged penis 
and sending it into gyrating dance, "means that you are very attractive to 
me.  See how it grows!  You are indeed a pretty morsel, and I'm sure entering 
any of your holes would be a most welcome pleasure, indeed!  But that is 
perhaps for later.  You shall be seeing the Queen very shortly, my dainty 
tidbit, and we shall see what can be arranged afterwards. Come now, we're off 
to the castle.  Sasha the Great will most likely be in a pleasant mood by 
now, as I last saw her having a very good time with a horz."
  Cupcake was dragged in a shambling trot, as her large captor pulled her 
towards where the building was, the dog-woman's pace hard to keep up with. 
  For the next few minutes, Cupcake had the entrancing view of Rashael's 
rotating hips and globular ass, the tail jutting from the base of her spine 
swinging in counterpoint.  The column of her erect penis would swing into 
view every now and then, swaying heavily, and Cupcake could see the firm 
breasts ripple and jounce with each step.  The dog woman sent conflicting 
feelings though her.  Cupcake was brought up bi, but leaned heavily toward 
having males as sex partners.  This giantess was attractive, exotic, male and 
female both.  And very strong to boot, she thought, as she trotted behind her 
captor, trying to keep up.
  The Castle was large, made up of a complex of buildings.  As they entered 
the courtyard, Cupcake spied a great many people bent to a variety of tasks. 
Most of them were short, pert girls, rounded in build, and shorter than her. 
Others were close to her captor's stature, lushly built on a slim, long 
frame.  Most looked totally human.  She noted that many wore the same outfit 
as her captor, but some wore a large variety of clothing, almost all seeming 
to be something more fitted to bedroom wear, a few being decorative but 
utilitarian in form.
  As they neared what looked to be their destination building, the large 
doors opened, and a group of the black clad tall women exited.  They were 
supporting a truly huge form between them as it staggered and moaned.  It 
looked like someone had pulled the same facial trick with the staggering 
stranger, only using a horse as a model.  The figure was strongly built, and 
much larger than the women attending it.  It must have stood at least ten 
foot tall.  What shocked Cupcake the most was the incredible rod of horsecock 
jutting from its crotch.  If her captor's erection was huge, this was 
titanic!  It must have been at least five feet in length, and thick, the 
tapered shaft being at least the diameter of Cupcakes waist at the base.
  One of the attendants beckoned to one of the short girls, commanding her to 
draw closer.  Cupcake couldn't make out the exchange between them, but the 
shorter one bowed, then practically leapt for joy.  She knelt then, then bent 
over till her chest lay on the ground.  She grabbed each of her fleshy 
asscheeks, and pulled the wide, all the time looking over her shoulder.  The 
attendant directed the rest of her group, and the stumbling horse-woman was 
turned to face the prostrate girl.
  The horse-woman's demeanor changed instantly at first sight of the small 
figure before her.  She seemed to toss the attendants aside, and strode over 
to the trembling figure, her bearing almost regal.  Cupcake gasped, as the 
great mass of the horse-woman hunched, and the huge tip of the titanic 
horsecock slammed into the girls rear.  The horse-woman extended her arms, 
her hips quaking and thrusting the huge cock at the girl, and grabbed her 
intended target's hips.  Cupcake gave a small scream as she saw the massive 
head of the thing force its way into the girl's cunt, the belly of the now 
screaming girl rippling into swollen psuedo-pregnancy with the size of thing 
reaming her.  The horse-woman grunted, her bucking hips gyrating and forcing 
the thing deeper into the belly of the girl.  Cupcake could see the progress 
of the head clearly as it battered its way inside.  The girl was now off the 
ground completely, the giant form of the horse-woman crouched and hunched, 
the stupendous shaft aimed upwards now. Cupcake saw the bulbous head 
distorted shape slowly work its way though the girl, and the girl's scream 
rattle off into a gurgle as it reached her throat.  Why the girl has not been 
burst and split in half, Cupcake couldn't know.  Her companion had halted to 
watch the spectacle, and smiled at the scene.  The horse-woman's hunching 
became increasingly more forceful, and cupcake saw the splitting cheeks of 
the girl's face distend with the huge head of the gigantic cock. The head was 
forcing the girl's lips apart, and  soon it emerged into view, swollen and 
red.
  Something strange was happening to the girl.  She was, as Cupcake watched 
in horrified silence, growing, and the head was soon once again inside her 
rippling body.  Cupcake heard the horse-woman's moans change to heavy grunts, 
and then the girls body expanded in throbbing spurts, as if someone was 
pumping her up, baloon like, with water.  The once small tits blossomed into 
huge spheres, and the belly of her swelled, sloshing into rotundity. Great 
streams of milky fluid shot from her mouth in regular, rushing bursts.  The 
Horse woman's frenzied pumping hips froze into tremoring stiffness, and then 
both were falling to the ground.  There was a rushing wet sound, and Cupcake 
saw that the sloshing form of the girl was seemingly going through a series 
of internal explosions.  The girl crawled forward, the rapidly deflating but 
still immense horsecock slowly emerging from her depths. A keening moan 
emerged from the heaving girl as the incredible length of the flaccid organ 
wetly exited her.  When she had pulled her body off it entirely, her own hips 
started an uncontrollable hunching.  There was a wet rush, and Cupcake saw 
something emerge from between the now huge girl's legs.  It slithered out and 
thudded against the ground.  It was an immense penis.  The crowded courtyard 
erupted into loud cheers and applause.
  "Ah, that was very well done, indeed!", said Cupcake's companion. 
"Millithra has long deserved to be be gifted with Cock, and using a conquered 
enemy to deliver it was clever as well!  The Queen must indeed be in good 
humor today.  Millithra, may your conquests be many, and your fuckings a 
pleasure!"
  Cupcake was shocked speechless.  The panting form of the horse-woman was 
helped to her feet, and the group once again bore the staggering creature off 
to somewhere else.  The girl was standing now, her naked figure one closely 
matching Rashael's in endowment, only the penis hung slackly down to her 
knees.  Cupcake was amazed as it seemed to be reeled inside the now giant 
girl, the girl smiling widely and seemingly admiring her now huge breasts, 
cupping their firm weight, and running fingertips over the large nipples.
  "Come, now, Cupcake.  The Queen will be most interested in meeting you. Oh, 
and before I forget, most dainty and beauteous one," continued Rashael, "my 
name is Rashael, Captain of the Queen's Guards.  Remember that, for we might 
meet again under more pleasant circumstance."  Rashael swiveled her hips, and 
Cupcake felt the meaty weight of her erection thud into her left breast. "And 
know that I would love that meeting, my most pretty prisoner. I have had both 
the most exotic and the most powerful, but I find you the most attractive."
  Cupcake was drawn close to the Amazonian female, and felt Rashael, bend 
down, and her ass cupped in lusty embrace.  Then Rashael kissed her, and 
Cupcake was surprised at the feelings it engendered in her as she 
involuntarily returned the kiss, their tongues sliding together in hot, 
velvet play.
  They resumed their travel, and soon passed through the still open doors. 

                               Chapter 5

  The antechamber was a large, brightly lit room.  More of the Amazonian 
women were here, as well as a few gaudily dressed versions.  The small girls 
scurried about, busy at many tasks and seemingly endless in variation.  Now 
that Cupcake could see the giantesses up close, they too revealed an endless 
variety.
  She gaped, shocked, as she saw one of them, this one with a long blonde 
ponytail, pistoning into a spreadeagle girl in one of the many alcoves.  She 
looked about, her companion speaking to another Guard in hushed whisper.
  Most of the numerous alcoves were populated.  Each contained either a guard 
or one of the colorful women, and each had at least on of the small girls in 
it as well.  She peered into the closest, and saw that there were two of the 
giants there, one bent over and the other sliding her huge erection slowly 
back and forth in the supine one's ass.  Cupcakes gaze traveled down to the 
rounded ass of the top woman, watching it ripple into firmness with each long 
stroke.  A movement beneath the bottom woman's stomach caught her eye.  She 
gasped.  The throbbing mass of the one being fucked was lying atop a huge 
phallus, the thing at least twice her mass, it's girth at least a yard in 
diameter.  Cupcake followed the incredible cock's length, and saw the head of 
it, huge, flaring and receding.  The woman began to pant, then moan, and was 
soon uttering a grunting series of birdlike cries at what must be the 
incredible feeling rushing through her now writhing body.
  Her monstrous phallus swelled visibly, the head now flaring in powerful, 
shuddering beat.  Her torso flailed, and she uttered a muffled scream, her 
teeth clenched tight.  Cupcake watched as the mass she rode shuddered more 
powerfully, and saw the strong ripples coursing down its impossible length.  
The woman froze into trembling stiffness, her asscheeks flexing in 
sympathetic motion with the regular pulsing throbs of the gigantic organ.  
Cupcake heard what sounded like water rushing through a pipe under high 
pressure, and then the sound of a waterfall.  She gaped as she saw a powerful 
column of what had to be cum gush from the head's tip,the flow like a 
firehose in strength.  It would ebb, and then resume in powerful flow.  
Rashael pulled her away before she could see what happened next, the sound of 
the gushing cum still heard as they moved off.
  The last alcove she saw was filled with a single of the giants, and four of 
the girls.  Cupcake saw something that almost caused her fright to grow into 
full, panicked terror.  The Noble's breasts were huge and glistening in the 
alcove's dim light, and ended in nipple distorted into thick columns of 
flesh.  They were at least as thick as Cupcakes arm.  Each of the fleshy 
columns disappeared into the gaping cunt of a nymph, the breasts pulsating 
and pistoning each of them in and out.  Her cock was rammed down the gullet 
of another nymph which knelt before her.  Her jaws gaped in dimensions that 
reminded Cupcake of a snake swallowing a rabbit, and a pinkly wet python of a 
tongue emerged from between her redly shining, stretched lips to burrow into 
the depths of a writhing nymph's ass.
  It was a nightmare.  Something had altered the population of Mall into 
bizarre sex beasts.  She imagined the panic as it spread, probably from the 
unknown beast that had escaped the bio-labs.  The thing Cupcake couldn't 
imagine was how these changes had been worked, and the things she had seen 
were all but impossible; huge cocks disappearing into a giants belly, a Nymph 
stretched to impossible limits, the tongue and nipples transformed into 
massive cocks.  These things were impossible even in the records of before 
the War, when the full mastery of genetic alteration was known.
  She did not know of the altered virus.  It had worked its changes on all, 
turning each cell into a accumulator of energy, and a mass converter.  Each 
of the inhabitants had literally tons of potential mass stored within them as 
energy.  The Queens were the generators, though, gathering energy from 
anything and everything.  Pump the individual's energy levels high enough and 
they became capable of impossible feats, able to alter their makeup almost at 
will, altering shape and size at whim.  The Queen's subjects had been bent to 
the Queen's visions, each also being able to convert and shape their mass, 
but forced into using subconscious urges to do so.  They were also limited in 
pattern, the original having been set long ago by the Queens.  They could 
only contain so much energy at one time, going into overload if too much was 
present.  The pattern called for gathering and dumping of energy in a sexual 
way, so they had to fuck and be fucked.  One could maintain the level easily, 
fucking one of less energy.  One could also warp the lesser to one's will and 
pleasure by shaping that flow of energy.  Even the Queens themselves did not 
know the mechanism though which these incredible powers operated.
  Cupcake was pulled along, Rashael stopping to talk to the occasional giant.  
Cupcake noted the piercing stares directed at her, and saw more than one 
giantess licking her lips.  She had stared, shocked, as one of them, a true 
giant in flowing diaphanous robes, had suddenly unreeled a huge cock.  It had 
rushed out with a wet, slithering sound, the meaty thickness of it truly 
impressive as it dangled almost to the floor.  She had seen the nipples 
hardening into gross hugeness.  She realized that the Nymphs may be able to 
withstand the assault of something that large, but even the smallest of those 
monsters would rip her in two with a single thrust.  Rashael's jaunty 
erection was small in comparison, and she asked the Captain about it.
  "Ah, I keep it small, little one.  I could have the mightiest bar the 
Queen's, but this size", she playfully flicked the throbbing organ, 
"Indicates more love than lust.  I've told you true when I said I find you 
attractive, my dear Cupcake, and this is an indication of it.  Were it a 
matter of simple lust.." She paused.
  The large shaft of Rashael's cock was about a foot and a half in length at 
the moment, and slim in comparison.  It began to swell.  The length arced up 
from her hip, the pelvis tilted forward and the legs apart.  The merely giant 
cock was now growing, adding inches to its length with each second.  It 
swelled in girth as well, becoming thick.  When it reached over her head by a 
good three feet, the jouncing column of flesh halted its growth.
  "And this is but a sample of its true power, dear Cupcake.  I stop it here 
to prevent any unfortunate events.  Once truly unleashed, it has a mind of 
its own, seeking relief in any handy flesh.  The size I bore was a reflexive 
one, natural to one of my power and station.  It was meant for loving, not 
for power or lust."
  The mighty engine of sex shrank, assuming once again the aspect of a huge 
erection that could be conceivably be borne by a freakishly endowed human.
  "You wanted to fuck me?", asked Cupcake.  "Yes, lovely Cupcake.  But first 
I have my duty to perform.  We will be seeing the Queen shortly." 
  Cupcake's head was swirling.  She was both repulsed and sickened by what 
she had seen, but also strangely turned on.  There were alcoves here as well, 
and most seemed empty.
  "I'd like to see what's in those alcoves, Rashael.  Could you satisfy my 
curiosity?", she whispered, feeling herself starting to tremble.
  "I don't see why not.  There's not much to see, and all are the same.  
Here, this one is unoccupied.", responded Rashael, walking over to the 
entrance of one.
  They entered.  The alcove was revealed to be a dimly lit room.  It was 
about twenty feet deep, and sixteen wide.  A couch was against the far wall, 
and the floor sloped slightly toward it.  Cupcake saw what looked to be 
drainage slots in the base of the far wall.
  "May we rest a bit here.  It looks comfortable.", asked Cupcake, looking up 
into Rashael's eyes.
  "I don't see why not, if only not too long a time.  Don't try to run, 
though.  You know I cold catch you easily, and if one of the guards sees you 
trying to escape, I don't know what would happen.", warned Rashael.
  Cupcake ambled slowly over to the couch, examining the room.  There was not 
much to see.  She sat on the couch, finding it softly padded.
  "Rashael, come sit and tell me about this place.", Cupcake said,gesturing 
with both hands.
  Rashael did so, beginning what sounded suspiciously like a tour guides 
spiel.  Cupcake pretended interest, her mind filled with other things.  She 
found her eyes riveted to the shaft still jutting from Rachael's center.  The 
thing on a man would have caused delight and a bit of nervousness.  It was 
huge, and she had never seen anything to match it in size before.  Rashael 
continued, talking about the labor crew needed to construct the complex so 
long ago, when the machines still worked.  Cupcake barely heard her, as she 
felt heat course through her at the thought of what she had planned.  She 
decided the almost direct approach would be the one.
  "Rashael, you kissed me before, and I felt compelled to respond.  Did you 
use any of your power to cause that?"
  "What? Why no, my little one.  If you kissed back, it was your doing, and 
none of mine."
  "That's what I thought.  Tell me, does this feel nice?", she asked 
innocently, rubbing the bulge of the nipple on Rashael's breast, her finger 
tip making slow circular motions.
  "Uhh...yes, that does feel quite nice!" Cupcake felt the nipple harden, and 
saw the head of the cock flare in slow rhythm in response to her small 
foreplay.
  "Then, I suppose this will be quite nice!", said Cupcake.  She opened her 
mouth wide, and her head dived towards Rashael's crotch.  Cupcake felt the 
rubbery head between her lips, warm and sweet.  Her lips surrounded it, her 
jaws gaping barely enough to allow if entrance to the heat of her mouth.  It 
was incredibly large.  Her tongue played around the bulging head, and she 
sucked heartily at it.  She felt the head swell as she sucked, filing her 
mouth, and she allowed her head to lower further, until it rested in the back 
of her throat.  She heard Rashael moan softly, and place a hand on the back 
of her now bobbing head.  Cupcakes lips were stretched to the limit with the 
size of the thing, and she felt almost mindlessly lost in the pleasurable 
sensation that coursed through her.  She had sucked quite a number of cocks, 
but never one this size.  She allowed more of it to sink into her, as her 
head's bobbing increased in tempo and depth.  She sucked hungrily at the 
massive hardness between her lips, her cheek alternately hollowing and 
swelling.  She felt almost animal in the need she felt.  She encircled the 
base of the mighty shaft, her hands only wrapping about two-thirds of the way 
around its girth.  She could get only about half of it's length into her 
hungering mouth so her hands now milked it, as if she meant to gobble the 
entire thing, cramming it into her maw.  Rashael's hips moved involuntarily 
now, slowly pumping up and down.  Cupcake felt Rashael bend over her, the 
huge mammaries a heavy weight on her neck.
  "Oh...my lovely...oh...never...never..Oh, my love! Your beautiful, 
beautiful mouth and lovely lips! Oh! My dearest Cupcake! Ah! so good..so 
good! Like honey! Ah! Oh! My love, my love!", hoarsely whispered Rachael.
  Cupcake felt the Guard kissing her back.
  "Oh! Uh! Oh, my beautiful Cupcake! Oh...Ohhh" Cupcake felt the bucking hips 
gyrate, and sensed, more than saw, Rashael sit up, then recline slightly.  
The Guard's head tilted back, her mouth open in gasping breath, the huge, 
firm breasts jutting from her heaving chest.
  "Uhhh...Uhh...Ohhhhhhh! Uhhhuhhhh uhhh uhh uhh uhh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh UH UH UH 
UH UH UH AGHHHHHHHHH!"
  Sashael's hips now thrust crazily, trying to ram the throbbing cock into 
Cupcake up to the hilt.  Cupcake felt the head suddenly blossom into flaring 
hardness, and could actually feel the cum rushing through the shaft, until it 
exploded from the tip in sharp jets.  Cupcake's mouth filled with the flow, 
feeling the gushing jets flow down her gullet.  She could not swallow the 
flood fast enough, and she felt her cheeks swell with the hot flow, then felt 
it dribbling down her chin.  She was wrenched through a sudden orgasm of such 
intensity that she thought she would surely go mad from its pleasure.  It 
seemed to last forever, each gout of heavy cum producing yet another orgasm.
  It finally ended, and she felt the huge hardness in her mouth soften.  It 
slipped from between her lips, a ropy bridge of cum dangling from it's tip 
crossing the gap between it and her slack mouth.  She hastily licked it up, 
savouring the taste, and then began to lick the glistening head, worming her 
tongue into the hole at the tip, and milking the last drop from it, sucking 
at the softening head hungrily, and licking up every drop she kneaded from 
it.  Cupcake kissed the receding cock, looked up at her companion's sweat-
covered face smiling down at her.
  "That was truly lovely, little one.  I shall remember this forever, and 
that you freely gave pleasure to me has earned my undying love."
  They kissed tenderly, recovering from their exertions.  Rashael called out 
loudly, "Servant! Here!" and one of the small girls entered shortly after.
  Cupcake got her first good look at the servant-Nymphs.  The one standing 
before them was short, no more than four foot six.  Her face was very young 
looking, almost childlike; her eyes wide and large, her nose small and 
slightly upturned.  Her lips were very large, though.  The body was chunky 
below the waist, hips wide and legs thick.  Her breasts were small 
hemispheres, the nubbins of the nipples showing through her uniform.  Her 
arms ended in small hands with short fingers.  The hair of this particular 
Nymph was a chestnut, bound into a large ponytail.  Cupcake noted the 
uniform's fasteners were numerous but not obvious, and each article of 
clothing seemed designed to be able to come apart at the seams.  She wore 
boots quite like Cupcakes, only with what looked like a fastener strip 
running down the back.  Considering what she had seen, Cupcake could well 
imagine why the Nymphs clothes were made that way.
  "What is your name, servant?", asked Rashael.
  "I am called Tulley, Captain, if it pleases you." responded the nymph, her 
head making a slight bow.
  "Tulley, measure this girl, and bring me a Guards uniform properly fitted 
for her.  We have business before the Queen shortly.", Rashael ordered.
  "As you wish, Guard Captain."
  Tulley approached Cupcake.  "M'am, would you stand, please, if it is not 
too much trouble?"
  Cupcake stood.  The nymph began to pat her, squeezing and running her hands 
over Cupcake's body.  She wore a look of concentration and didn't seem to be 
looking at what she was doing.  Cupcake felt the gently probing hands cup 
each of her breasts, encircle her waste, and gently go around her neck in 
mimed strangling.
  "M'am.."
  "Cupcake, Tulley.  You may call me Cupcake", she interupted.
  "Cupcake, your clothing will be brought to you in five minutes.  I hope 
that will be convenient?"
  "Oh, yes; certainly, Tulley!" Cupcake looked inquiringly at Rashael.
  "You may need new clothing after meeting the Queen, my dear little one.", 
Rashael said, cryptically, "so it is better to have it beforehand.  It will 
be quite like mine, only fitted to you.  Consider this a tiny gift from me, 
as I have nothing else to give." She affectionately squeezed Cupcake's hand.  
"But before that...I may be able to return some of the pleasure you've given 
me, my little love.  Tulley, after you have the clothing, return here 
directly.  As for you, my dear Cupcake, you come here" Rashael reached behind 
her with one arm, the other busy at her neck.  She was unbuckling her halter.  
Cupcake watched in almost envy as the heavy breasts swung free.  The sagged 
almost not at all, so full and firm were they, and the nipples were huge, 
about the size of Cupcake's big toe.  Rashael turned, unbuckling her panties, 
until they dropped to the ground.  She stood before Cupcake, legs in wide 
stance, hands on hips.
  "Do you like what you see, my Cupcake?" One hand rose to cup one of the 
jutting mounds, the large nipple peeking out between Rashael's fingers.
  Cupcake was quite impressed.  Rashael's dimensions would have had any male 
human in absolute lust, and quite a few females as well.  Cupcake numbered 
herself in the latter group.  She felt herself growing wet and her breasts 
tighten with the entrancing sight of Rashael's nudity.
  Rashael crossed the room, her hips swaying, and the mighty mounds of her 
breasts dancing with each step.  She touched the wall, and a panel swung 
down.  She reached into the once hidden cupboard, and withdrew something that 
made Cupcake start.
  It was what looked like a remarkably real dildo, only this one's dimensions 
were incredible! It more than matched Rashael's loveshaft that Cupcake had so 
lovingly sucked before, being about two feet in length.
  "We wait for Tulley, now, so undress, my lovely one", smiled Rashael.  "I 
have a few tricks to show you.  Here.", she said, handing the huge thing to 
Cupcake.  "Put this on.  Buckle to the left."
  Cupcake complied, and soon the massive dildo jutted from her hips.  The 
weight was hard to get used to, and the thing rocked and danced as she moved.
  "Now, you shall feel what it means to be Cocked.  This is a relic, from 
before the time of the Queens.  Sadly, we have lost the knowledge of how to 
make these." Rashael reached between Cupcake's legs, and seemed to manipulate 
something.
  Cupcake gasped, shaking.  Suddenly,the dildo was no longer something 
strapped to her, but a part of her.  She could feel it throbbing in beat to 
her heart.  It now seemed to pulse slightly, as if blood ran through its 
ruddy length.  She trembled with the strange feelings that seemed to emanate 
from her crotch.  She examined the throbbing meat now seemingly a part of 
her.  The straps were still present, but the flange at the bottom of the 
mighty tool was firmly affixed to her, covering her pussy.
  "A micro-flesh bond", explained Rashael.  "It is now bonded to you, 
connected to your nervous system.  It will function as a normal prick, the 
sensations you will feel will be as if it were a natural one.  While the 
knowledge was still available, they were grown to this size, far beyond the 
standard.  They are used in training possibly worthy Nymphs for what would 
soon be theirs."
  Cupcake swiveled her hips experimentally.  She felt the strange awareness 
of its weight and length as it swung back and forth, gyrating from its root.  
She felt her nipples crinkling into hardness as the sensation coming from 
this astounding tool seeped through her.  She flexed previously unused 
muscles, and saw it dance in response, flaring and then receding.  She 
touched it, astonished at actually feeling her touch.  She gently caressed 
the shaft, shuddering with the sensation the she received.  Cupcake grasped 
it behind the head, her hand squeezing the girth of the shaft, feeling its 
weight.  She stroked it slowly, and grunted, feeling her hips begin a 
grinding motion all on their own and the head of it flaring into what felt 
like diamond hardness.  She felt the air grow thick, panting at the sudden 
lack she felt.  Rashael was moving the couch into the center of the room.
  "Lie here, Cupcake, on your back.  I'll set up for when Tulley returns.  
Until then, enjoy your new cock.  Perhaps, if the Queen desires, you shall 
bear a true one of your own."
  She moved to the panel, and flicked a switch.  Manacles descended.  Cupcake 
sat atop the couch, the massive cock dancing gaily in front of her.  She 
wriggled back onto it, feeling the swinging meat she now owned thud gently 
against the cushioned surface and slide against her thighs in delightful, 
smooth joy.  She lay down, feeling the weight at the base of her torso lever 
upwards.  It reached its zenith, then toppled forward toward her head, 
stopping in jaunty bounces at about a forty five degree angle.  Cupcake shut 
her eyes, getting used to the feeling.  The air felt cool against the hot 
flesh of dildo.  She cupped and then kneaded her right breast, tweaking the 
firm nipple and sending electric feelings running through her.  The dildo 
responded, each thrilling charge causing it to jump and stiffen, the head 
becoming bulbous, and then relaxing.  It felt tight at the root of the rod 
now pulsing skyward, each throb causing it to jerk upwards slightly.
  She heard Tulley enter.  She listened, eyes closed, surrendering to the 
strange but very, very nice sensations flowing through her.  Rashael told her 
to put the uniform down, and to attend Cupcake.  Cupcake felt a sudden 
tenseness, the tightness increase, and the throbbing shaft beat more 
strongly.  She felt a hot flush running through her, and her stomach 
tightened.  She slitted her eyes, and saw Rashael attaching the manacles that 
dangled from the ceiling to Tulley's wrist.  Rashael moved out of sight in 
the direction of the panel.  The cables that the manacles were attached to 
straightened, all slack gone, then begin lifting Tulley off the floor, into 
the air.  She saw Tulley's round little bottom the strong, thick legs seeming 
to tread air, and the furred mound of her pussy.
  Cupcake had felt attraction to females before, but the sight of the slit 
dangling just over her caused her to feel something different, something she 
had never felt before.  Tulley began to sink floorward, her legs now straight 
and spread wide.  The promising looking hole above Cupcake inched closer and 
closer, and she was filled with an alien desire.  Cupcake grasped the dildo 
about six inches from its thick base, and levered it to point straight up at 
the descending pussy.  Tulley was a foot, then six inches, lowering and 
coming closer.  Cupcake saw the head burrow between the lips of it, the 
feeling it engendered incredible in its intensity.  The jutting column seemed 
to support the entire weight of the manacled Nymph for a moment, then Cupcake 
felt the now swollen, purplish head slide into the tight hole, the sphincter 
wrapping it, squeezing it, and felt the slippery velvet of Tulley's womb 
enfold it in steamy embrace.
  Cupcake's hips started bucking, rotating her pelvis so that more of the 
massive shaft speared into Tulley.  She heard Tulley moan, the cry one of 
both pain and pleasure.  Cupcake groaned, the flesh enfolding her straining 
cock hot and wet.  She felt the pleasure and pressure deep within 
increase,sending waves of ecstasy through her now writhing body.  As her hips 
pumped back and forth, she could see the glistening walls of Tulley's 
gloryhole being exposed, clinging to the pistoning shaft like hot latex, then 
disappear back inside.  Cupcake screamed through clenched teeth as the hungry 
hole she fucked seemed to suck at her massiveness, milking it.  Her hips 
arched off the couch, burying the