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Genesis

Most people know whatthe Kin are: a genetically-engineered group of species combining the human genome with various animal genoma. Few, however, know howthe Kin came to be, nor why, to this day, the UN patrols their secluded tropic island with a heavy-handedness very much at odds with the UN's humanitarian image. For it is not to keep the Kin in, but to keep the world out that the United Nations Kin Protection Task Force was created and to this day guards that island. Few enough of the Kin travel; fewer still are the humans permitted to their island home.

The Kin were created by GeneSys in the early half of the 21st century. GeneSys was a multinational biotech corporation, ostensibly investigating the promise of genetic research to better the human condition. Under those fair words, however, darker forces were at work, taking the full tally of human knowledge and perverting it to foulness. In all fairness, GeneSys' board of directors most probably had no idea what was being done; the sheer size of such a multinational protected the human beasts who lied in reports, misdirected funds and furtively built their secret complex. It began innocuously enough; various papers appeared in such distinguished organs as the New England Journal of Medicine, the Journal of Theoretical Biology and Genetica, discussing various aspects of genetic engineering - methodology, applications, benefits, risks; others discussed the grafting of genes from one species to another in exploration of transferring various characteristics. Nothing published in these scholarly publications even hinted at the travesties unfolding at the GeneSys Institute...

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being able to attend on such short notice." The speaker, clad in the white lab coat ascribed to the popular stereotype of scientists, shuffled his notes on the podium. "Though we have quite a lot of development work still to do, I think - I hope - you will find my presentation today encouraging and remarkable in itself for what we have achieved so far."

The audience for the presentation were sitting on comfortable sofas ranged in a loosely stretched circle, anchored at one end by the speaker's podium. Behind him, facing his auditors, a heavy curtain was drawn across the wall. Low tables stood between the sofas, holding water carafes and glasses. The lights in the room were low, affording the audience a measure of anonymity. A dozen men and two women lounged at their ease in those sofas, sleek and expensive. Here was gathered a significant fraction of the world's wealth, the true backers of this project.

"I realize your time is valuable, so instead of plying you with reports I though something more... graphic would be better. Once you've seen our results so far, I'll be happy to go over the reports with you and answer any questions. So, unless there's any objections...?" He looked around at the composed faces of power. One of those faces nodded imperceptibly to him, granting him permission to continue. The scientist dimmed the recessed spotlights in the ceiling, then pressed a switch, and the curtains silently began to slide apart.

Behind the curtain was a wide, floor-to-ceiling window, angling outward slightly toward the top. It looked into a bare concrete room, floored with straw. A low trough ran along one wall, about half-full with flowing water. Against the opposite wall a rude plank bed hung from chains anchored in the concrete, and next to it was a small table and beyond that, a bucket of water.

In the center of the room a dark figure stood. It was tall and built along the lines of a bodybuilder. Broad-chested, trim-hipped, the figure moved restlessly; arms and legs rippling with muscle. It was wearing some kind of headdress... then, as the figure stepped closer to the window (which, they realized, must appear as a mirror to the other side), a few of the watchers inhaled sharply. The head was nothing human, but rather like a bull. A broad muzzle, widely flared nostrils and strong jaws... and from the temporal lobes of its head grew two horns. What many of them had assumed at first was some kind of dark bodysuit was revealed to be skin; dark mahogany brown, with a light sheen under the hard lights. As the figure turned, it became obvious to the meanest intellect that the figure was both naked and male. Blatantly male, in fact. The rippling abdominal muscles gave way to the pelvic muscles, and from its crotch depended a thick, black penis, swaying snakelike between muscular thighs; behind that dark organ was an equally dark scrotum. The organs appeared perfectly human in every respect except size; flaccid, the bull-man's penis was easily twelve inches long and draped over testicles made to the same scale.

"This is transhuman series 14, or the minotaurs, as we've labelled them." The head scientist's voice spoke from the dimness next to the curtain. "Primarily intended for a projected heavy labour line; we made good use of bull and ox characteristics. Perfectly capable of taking simple direction. As I'm sure you've noted," he went on with dry humour, "we've also given some thought to other possible uses for them."

A harsh metal-on-metal noise sounded from the right, and the edge of a door appeared briefly. The minotaur's head turned toward the noise, and drawn by the movement, the audience also looked to the right, as far as the window allowed. Soft footsteps of naked feet on straw, then as the door swung closed again, an even stranger sight presented itself.

The figure was that of a young woman, but no woman ever looked like this. As naked as the minotaur, her skin was covered with a rich, deep glossy coat of fine chestnut hair, broken by splotches of equally fine pale cream hair on arms and legs reminiscent of Appaloosa markings, giving her the appearance of wearing long white gloves and white thigh boots. Dark, lustrous auburn hair crowned her, through which two twitching equine ears could be seen. The auburn hair was trimmed roughly short at collar length, but protruding from the base of her spine, where the small of her back flared out over the firm globes of her buttocks, was a long fall of hair the same colour as that on her head, forming a lustrous tail. She too was well muscled, but where the minotaur was raw strength, she had the lithe grace of a runner or dancer, her well-developed chest topped by equally well-developed breasts. She turned slightly, her head turning moreso as she looked at the minotaur. The chestnut coat covering her breasts darkened to chocolate at her nipples, and bright, leaf-green eyes watched the bull-man warily.

The bull-man grinned and cracked his knuckles together as he stepped toward the Appaloosa-patterned girl, and soft murmurs rose from the audience. The thing's intent was obvious, even without the swift stiffening of his dark penis, and a couple of appreciative chuckles were heard from the spectators. Clearly the minotaur was eager; no more than a dozen steps lay between him and his intended victim, but in that time he had gone from thick but flaccid to fully hard. His meaty organ had swelled with incredible swiftness and now reared up, jutting out proudly, easily fifteen inches long and four across, bobbing above a smooth, hairless black scrotum. His muscular hands reached for the diminutive spotted woman before him, and his nostrils flared in hungry anticipation of thrusting into his intended victim.

Only that didn't happen. What, exactly did happen wasn't completely clear to the watching audience, but it seemed as though he had grabbed at her breasts, and the Appaloosa girl danced suddenly sideways, then leapt, hands chopping at the bull neck with sudden, blinding speed. A flurry of movement ensued and in moments things had settled with the chestnut woman kneeling astride the minotaur, his legs splayed, one knee planted firmly between his shoulder blades while she twisted his arm up, bending his fingers back until the corded muscles creaked. A low bellow of pain came from the minotaur; for all his strength, he had no idea how to use it and was completely at her mercy. She shifted and the audience gasped as her true nature was revealed.

Black was the common theme; black and overwhelming size. Chestnut thighs rose in smooth columns to the swelling curves of her hips, but between them swung a sack of black flesh, even bigger than the minotaur's endowment, swelling with testes the size of melons. That black flesh continued up her pubis, the darkened skin reaching nearly to her bellybutton, and above that truly impressive scrotum a mass of black flesh grew. From that mass the audience now saw an equine penis emerging, mostly black as her sheath and testicles, but mottled here and there with pink. Capped with a flared glans, the monster continued to extrude, quickly making it obvious that whatever else she had, it included a full-scale stallion penis. That meaty column of flesh continued growing, glistening with natural lubricants, and as it grew it hardened as well, until it stood out as stiffly as the minotaur's had done but dwarfing it by comparison, jutting a good two feet long and six or seven across at the band of the medial ring where it was rooted in her crotch.

That enormous pole, fed with thick veins, throbbed as it reached full hardness just as quickly as the bull-man had, and clear fluid welled up from the shadowed mouth of the urethra in the center of her massive glans. The girl ground a knee harder into the bull-man's back as he bellowed once again with frustration and pain... then with a horridly efficient economy of motion, she cocked her hips and thrust, forcing her equine member into the minotaur's anus.

The bellow choked off to become a bovine scream. The minotaur spasmed under his diminutive attacker, impaled by the equine penis violating him with brutal power. His eyes rolled, showing the whites as his mouth hung open. Fear replaced lust as the stallion-hung girl mounted him with relentless, bestial urgency. It was impossible for her to thrust her full length into him, but she tried, and he bawled with every thrust, exactly like a calf being castrated. It was hard to tell as she bucked in a rapid-fire rhythm, but it seemed as though for all her effort she could only get about two-thirds of her length into him. He bawled and cried out again, all fight driven out of him, and she seemed to know it. She released his arm but he made no effort to throw her off; instead he lay under her, trembling as she bucked, pounding into him with deep, wrenching strokes. His testicles were mashed against the straw on the floor, battered by hers with every ass-wrecking thrust of her stallion-hood. His wordless screams were muffled by the thick glass of the window, but enough leaked through to the watchers to make them squirm uncomfortably as the equine hermaphrodite sodomized him with ruthless efficiency.

The jarring spectacle went on for thirty minutes or more, though the tenor of the minotaur's bellows changed; becoming more and more lustful. From the horse-girl there was no sound other than panting breaths, the wet slap of her scrotum against his, the slick squishing sound of her monstrous penis violating her helpless victim as she mounted him with savage fury and inhuman stamina. A light sheen of sweat bedewed her while she rutted, pinning him to the straw-covered floor.

A low ululation rose from her as she redoubled her pace, hammering her massive organ into her supine, pliant victim... then she threw her head back in a curiously human way, shuddering and convulsing in orgasm. A pin's drop could have been heard in the room where the spectators watched this primal, primitive display of lust as it reached its climax. She drew deep, shuddering breaths, and the dripping pink-and-black shaft clearly flexed and bulged with each gout of semen surging from her pumping testicles. A soft, lowing cry came from the bull-man as his rectum filled with her semen, bubbling around the meaty cork stuffed in his ass; and his hips twitched, jerking, thrusting against the concrete floor... and he shuddered as well. Still speared by the chestnut herm's thrusting horse penis, throbbing with her every convulsing ejaculation, a puddle of white, sticky good appeared under him as he quivered with his own release.

For five minutes she erupted, each prolonged ejaculation squirting around her thick stallion member as she pumped a seemingly endless river of horse semen into his violated rectum, then finally withdrew, rocking back on her heels. As she did so, her softening member slid out of him and he gasped and twitched on the floor. The flared glans pulled out with a wet, sucking ?pop!', followed by a cascade of thick, viscous, creamy goo from his gaping, wrecked anus. The stallion-girl rose gracefully to her feet, muscles rolling smoothly under her glossy coat, while her deflating penis drooped. She stepped over to the full water bucket and stooped, drinking deeply from it. So shocked by the unprecedented display were the watching men and women that her nakedness scarcely registered now. Straddle-legged, she bent again, her firmly muscled buttocks outthrust. She switched her tail from side to side, and the observers barely noted her revealed vagina, glistening with her juices, tucked in behind the wrinkled black skin of her scrotum.

Satisfied, she raised her head from the bucket, shaking stray drops of water from her hair... then stepped right to the bucket and without further ado, dipped her limp penis into the water and began washing the sperm-slicked mass. Forgotten on the floor, the minotaur stirred, dragging himself to his feet. A sticky, glistening mess spread over his flat stomach, and his penis hung limply over his scrotum as the last of his ejaculation dribbled from the black, glistening glans. Thick runnels of the stallion-girl's semen oozed down the inside and back of his powerfully muscled thighs. He looked over at her as she finished cleaning herself in his drinking bucket, but he made no move to interfere. Clearly she was in charge in his mind; if she chose to use his water, he would not resist or complain. Finished, she stepped back from the bucket, turning to contemplate him. Under the direct gaze of her green eyes, the bull-man slowly started trembling. His eyes were locked not on her face, but on her groin, where her dripping penis was once again hardening, rising up, ready. His terror was almost palpable as he backed away from the transhuman hermaphrodite who had mounted and mastered him, and who seemed more than willing to repeat the performance.

Abruptly the watchers were jerked back to the here and now as the curtains slide smoothly, silently closed. The lights came up to their previous dimness, seeming quite bright now. All the watchers squirmed unconsciously, flushed from the intensity of the scene they had witnessed. As the curtain closed, they heard the clatter of the metal door opening.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen... I trust the presentation was informative?" the head scientist asked. He scarcely needed to; the select audience was talking among themselves animatedly, discussing the sight they had seen.

"...see that? And the way she went at it..." "... wouldn't have believed it..." "... amazing potential..."

The scientist cleared his throat, getting their attention. "The girl was one of the 37 series; we haven't really come up with a good nickname for them yet. As you saw, we decided to produce a hermaphroditic transhuman, in this case mixing with equine features." The scientist pulled out a sheet of notes. "We wanted the stamina, and we got it. You watched her take half an hour with the minotaur, and you saw she was aroused again after only moments. I assure you she was perfectly ready to mount him - or anyone else - again. Her seminal output runs between 300 and 350 millilitres per ejaculation, and as you saw, she ejaculated eight or nine times before becoming flaccid. That series is capable of keeping that rate of production up for hours at a time. The minimax -" he paused to consult his notes - "was 37-EA23 at 13 orgasms over 8 hours to our demonstrator model with a max of 47 over 27 hours. While showing the most promise for many possible markets, there are still... difficulties. Docility, for one." He tapped his notes together. "Obviously we want to increase the docility factor while retaining the stamina. Right now, though, that series is probably the most dangerous of all of them."

One of the men, with an expensive signet ring and a florid complexion, frowned. "Oh, surely not? Aggressive, certainly - she didn't fool around! But I'd hardly say dangerous!"

"On the contrary, General, that one - 37-EA11, to be precise - is extremely dangerous. During one of the test runs, the supplied receptor was killed due to the force of her penetration. She literally ripped him a new asshole." He looked around at the stunned faces. "Are there any other questions?"

The cool, tall woman at the far end tapped at her PDA for a moment, then frowned and leaned forward. "Do you mean to say that... creature is able to make over twenty-nine gallons of semen per day?!"

The scientist nodded. "Indeed, Madam," he replied. "Of course, such a sustained performance puts a lot of stress on her, physiologically. She was artificially stimulated by various means for that test run, and she required intravenous liquids and feeding for several days afterward. Naturally she's one of our star experiments, and if we can reduce the adverse effects without affecting production volume and quality..."

Another figure leaned forward. "Well, volume seems clear enough... but how are you defining quality?"

"Primarily sperm count and motility, and again, the specific creature you just saw, 37-EA11, is by far our best effort in that regard. Just to give you an idea of what she can do, consider that the average human male produces about 7-1/2 millilitres of semen per orgasm - say, about a teaspoonful, porn movies to the contrary - and a stallion around 120 millilitres or about half a cup. She produces about twenty times that - say about two-thirds of a gallon - when she reaches orgasm. Human sperm concentration is, on average, about 210 million per millilitre, while horses run about 300 million. Hers is over a billion per millilitre. Lastly, motility in humans and horses runs about 60%; her lowest count was 85% and is usually over 95%. Using terms like 'fertile' or 'virile' to describe her is to grossly understate the case."

His questioner looked puzzled, and the scientist sighed. "Consider it this way, sir. When you have an orgasm, you make - on average - about a billion and a half sperm, of which just under a billion are able to make a woman pregnant. A stallion produces 36 billion and of those, about 23 billion are viable. By comparison, 37-EA11 produces with every orgasm - on her worst day - just under two trillion viable sperm, capable of impregnation and fertilization. And she can do that again and again and again; more than that, she's eager_to. Her entire world revolves around sex, around mounting and penetrating over and over and over. In addition, her semen contains hormones intended to stimulate ovulation and relax the receptor's tissues." He paused setting his notes down. "We've kept female personnel out of this anenx entirely because of the hazard to them which I think you all see now. Any woman she penetrates and ejaculates in _will be pregnant. Most likely before she finishes her orgasm."