The Tachyon Files Part 2:
STALLION UNLEASHED
It had been a week since her first dosage.
Manhattan Café had performed better than expected in her races. While she was only the fourth favorite for her race, she had tapped into a great reservoir of guts and power that no one knew she even had. Gold Ship, who was for once focused on winning, watched as the smaller horse galloped past her at unprecedented speeds, moving like a woman possessed across the finish line. Just as quickly as she won, Café darted back into the changing room, hardly waving to the audience applauding her victory.
Where she had gone was straight into the hands of someone who she wished held no power over her. Agnes Tachyon smiled as Manhattan came in through the door into the changing room. She set aside her book and gave a terribly expectant smile, folding one leg over the other. Café tugged her skirt down and looked bashfully away. Even just seeing Agnes after a race activated Café’s… good luck charm. She was ashamed of it… but it was giving her results. And it felt… good. It felt really, really good.
At this point it hadn’t quite become routine, but the shape of one had begun to settle in. Café could feel her mind grow more conditioned to the ritual after every race, her heart beating faster as she walked down the hall and her body growing hot as she got neared to Tachyon waiting patiently to continue the experiment. She had even begun to associate Agnes’s face with relief. Café stared at Agnes with a defiant expression, trying to hide the lust that was boiling in her as post-race endorphins began to bubble inside her.“Have you… figured out a way past the 48-hour time limit?”
Agnes tilted her head and shrugged. “Unfortunately, not yet. A new dosage will be needed each time I’m afraid. But I have devised a new method of dispensing the medication. But first, the sample.”
“A new method?” Café asked, but Agnes just looked on quietly, ever so expectantly smiling from her chair. Café dropped her clothing and revealed that which she struggled to hide between her legs. It was throbbing, standing at full attention, filled with a rush of hormones and endorphins from the workout her body had just finished. The soreness of her legs, the rush of pride in her chest, and the throbbing of her massive cock all were in concert with her victory, a harmony stained by Agnes’s meddling but unfortunately Café couldn’t imagine letting it go.
It didn’t just make her race better, though that certainly was a part. It motivated her to train harder, race faster, take it all more seriously, but the motivation came from something sinister. Pleasure. Agnes squatted down so her face was level with the cock and carefully kissed the tip to taste it. Café stared down at her, unable to look away from the act as watching was half the fun of it. Seeing that face so close to her cock made her feel something more intense, more cerebral. Her heart raced and her thoughts flowed fast and unbidden, the morsels of pleasure freeing her from the restraint she normally exercised and the shadows she often hid in.
She grabbed Agnes’s ears roughly and thrust down her throat. It felt so good. She knew Agnes needed to collect the seed from this session but there was a part of Café that hoped she’d be able to keep her cock inside and just fill that stomach instead. Let Agnes do her own research; Café was no guinea pig!
Just as she was getting close to finishing—
The door slammed open. Café wasn’t stupid and had locked the door, but unfortunately the brute who had decided to open door didn’t know her own strength and had managed to detach the lock from its secure position. Gold Ship pushed her face past the precipice and called out to who she had thought she was intruding on.
“OI! Café! How the hell did you get so fast anyways?! Have you been going to Tachyon for—” Gold Ship’s jaw dropped. What she saw was a full sideview of Café humping Agnes’s face and slapping her chin with her balls. Café’s face went apple red and her whole body tensed. She reared her hips back, ready to run, unaware that breaking the seal with Tachyon’s lips would result in her unfortunately going over the finish line.
A hearty load left her loins and Tachyon deftly captured every drop into the test tube she had ready on standby. She placed the cork on top and then looked over to address the absolutely stunned Gold Ship. “Ah, Gold Ship. How may we help you?”
“A-A-Agnes Tachyon?!” Gold Ship blinked. “And Manhattan Café…?! You two are… are… lovers?!”
“W-what?!” Café’s blush somehow changed shades from embarrassed magenta to enraged crimson. “Absolutely not!”
“Friends with benefits then?” Gold Ship queried.
“Not that either! We’re not anything! We’re not even friends.”
“I have simply been furnishing Café with my new experimental medicine to assist with motivation.” Agnes clarified, though she didn’t seem troubled by any of the accusations nor Café’s own clarifications
Gold Ship nodded. “Ah, so she’s your dealer. I totally get it. So that is why you’ve been so fast! What medicine has been giving you anyways?”
“I…” Café didn’t even know how to speak. “Isn’t it obvious…?” Café stared at Gold Ship for a frustrating amount of time before she pointed at her slowly receding cock. “This! Tachyon gave me medicine that grows this… thing. And it then it motivates me to train and race harder.”
“Oh, I just assumed you always had that. Nice cock by the way.”
“It is somehow disturbing to hear that from you…” Café narrowed her gaze.
Gold Ship’s grin evolved to be broader and more laxed and walked further into the room as Café nervously pulled her clothes back up to try and restore some of her dignity. The firebrand looked at Agnes with a stern stare. “Still, I can’t overlook this. It isn’t cheating, but it is an advantage. Normally I wouldn’t care, but my trainer has recently told me that I ‘lack motivation’ and that I’m ‘not a normal horse’ so I think some motivation to be motivated is exactly what I need. Agnes, do you have anymore of that drug you made?”
“You wish to join the experiment?” Those red eyes barely moved, but Tachyon was clearly excited.
“I want to drink your magic motivation potion, yes. I suppose the one thing this ship was missing was a mast to hang its sail on.”
“Certainly,” Tachyon handed over a different vial. “This is the newest dose. Take it and you’ll be just like Café here. It lasts 48 hours and then you need to come back to me to have it renewed. Just be warned that the effects are fairly intense for an Uma Musume. Thousands of years of instinct and a sudden rage of hormones will overwhelm you and cause an intense invigoration. You may feel the urge to masturbate as well—”
“But I shouldn’t, right?” Golshi replied.
“Eh?” Agnes blinked. “I mean why would you hold back?”
“Won’t that mean I’ll be less motivated? Or worse, the speed might leave my body? Just look at Café!” Goldshi pointed at the quivering mess that was Café in her afterglow and after-being-completely-embarrassed. “That thing couldn’t run a race, it’s positively rattled.”
“I… suppose you can hold it in then~” Agnes snickered into her sleeve. “That will most definitely give some interesting results to the study. Go ahead, take the medicine later on after your performance. You’ll want to have plenty of privacy to process the emotions if you are anything like Café.”
“There’s nothing like Goldshiiiiiii!” Gold Ship points at herself proudly. “But that is probably for the best. Yoink.” She pockets the potion and helps Café get back on to her feet to get ready for the post-race concert.
It was the next morning when Gold Ship awakened in her room. She felt like there was something she had forgotten but that was neither here nor there. She needed to get ready to go training! As she climbed out of bed, she saw the bottle of mysterious medicine laid on her bedside table awaiting her. Her eyes locked on to it.
Gold Ship… The bottle whispered to her in a frail goblin’s voice.
“Bottle…” Gold Ship tensed.
Drink me, Gold Ship… The voice curled out like tendrils reaching for her. You know you want to. Let the science into your body and become stronger. The Unstoppable Gold Ship.
She tensed and tried to cover her ears, but the whispering kept eating away at her. “F-fine! I need it in order to grow stronger, but this doesn’t mean I’ll let you win! Gold Ship will remain chaste and beautiful!” She grabbed the bottle and uncorked it and quickly swallowed the salty substance inside. She lowered her head and slammed her eyes shut. Teeth locked, she grunted and hummed, starting at a low pitch and slowly raising her voice higher and higher. She locked her knees and spread her legs, bracing herself into a squat.
After a few minutes of nothing happening she figured that maybe the worst was over? She peeled back her pajama pants and saw nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual Gold Ship experience. Well, if the menace wouldn’t show itself then there was no one to fight. 1 – 0, Gold Ship. Maybe she lucked out and got the motivation without the downside? She closed her eyes and waited in silence. Hmmm, no she didn’t feel particularly motivated, no more than usual at least. And she was very motivated, just not to train. Oh well! She shrugged and went out the door to go hit the field and get some laps in her.
Out on the field she saw the other girls training. McQueen was doing sit ups in decisive sets, Special Week just finished a lap that had sweat dripping down her forehead, and Daiwa Scarlet was practicing by walking with big weights in either hand. They were all as focused as ever on their work, diligently preparing for the races coming up soon. Gold Ship smirked, smugly walking past them as she prepared for her lap.
She took a deep breath as she reached the starting line and then she blasted off across the track. Just focus… focus. Speed came naturally to her. Her body just knew what it took to accelerate like a vicious wind and maneuver through perilous turns. She was a race car, unstoppable, leaping through the sky like a tiger!
It wasn’t unusual for Gold Ship to get distracted, but something unexpected caught her this time. The way McQueen’s shorts rid up her shapely thighs during an especially difficult set, Special Week’s shirt clinging to her chest as she raised her arms above her head to wipe the sweat from her brow, and Daiwa Scarlet bending over to drop the weights and raising her tail as she tensed her back…
Gold Ship felt something strange rumble through her. Before she could finish her lap and likely thrill everyone who was hoping she’d taking training seriously, she grit her feet against the track into a sudden halt. Eyes wide, panic swirling in her stomach, she had no choice but to abscond! She sprinted off, circling the academy until she found a quiet, dark corner to hide in and brood.
She sat on the ground and spread her legs. That feeling continued to rumble through her, this powerful sensation that something was headed down from her core and then extending outward from her up towards the air. She opened her shorts, expecting to see the same experience as before, but this time she was delivered something much longer. Between her legs something had sprouted. It was still just freshly pushed out from her loins, but its journey continued as if egged on by Gold Ship observing it.
It kept growing and gaining more strength, pushing past its previous limits. The length was pink and throbbing, veins coursing through it like lattice work. The base of her cock grew darker as a pair of equally dark balls pushed out of her body and thwapped against the floor, filling in the space of her lap. They felt so heavy even while they rested warmly against the grass. Gold Ship began to pant as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The wide tip began to pulsate so tantalizingly. It was like watching a moth drawn to the swallowing light as each beguiling quiver drew her finger ever closer. Her finger was just inches away from touching it before she intercepted the touch, grabbing her arm with her other hand and tugging it away. “N-no! What am I doing?!”
Gold Ship was not that easy! No matter how good it might feel she won’t give in! But she had to admit to herself there and then that this was much harder than she thought it was going to be! She had underestimated how much the throbbing could consume what little thoughts she had, and how strongly it could drive her to push towards what could only be described as relief. Defeat.
Yes… yes… That voice returned! Gold Ship looked around for where it could be coming from only to settle on where else but between her legs. Just one touch, Golshi. You know you want to.
“Never!” Gold Ship declared. “Whisper all you like!” Gold Ship curled her hand into a fist and lightly hit her cock. “Take that! The only touch you’ll be feeling is my fist!” And then again, only the second punch was much too enthused and hurt MUCH more. “OW! OW WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD?!” She laid on her side, shorts down, knees pushed together in defense mode. “Well… at least I’m not a masochist…” She stood up and tugged her shorts back up around her hips, though she struggled for a bit to fit her new additions into the same space, like moving a house into a small apartment.
“… Excuse me?”
Gold Ship turned. She had no idea how long Mejiro McQueen had been watching her, but she was there right as Gold Ship stood up. Thankfully, she was only seeing Gold Ship from behind, otherwise she might have seen the difficulties with getting the horse back into the stable so to speak. “Gold Ship… what exactly are you doing over here?”
“Oh nothing! You know me! I was probably looking for treasure or trying to slice through the school with my pee or something! Ahahaha! I just can’t stop finding new strange places to have my pants down!”
McQueen was incredibly unimpressed with the excuse, but her initial curiosity fizzled itself out after making contact with Golshi. “I see… Well please practice some decorum. We have restrooms for a reason.”
“Ahaha, you’re so right! I promise to make a greater effort to be normal! Sooooo normal! AhahahaGWAAAAA!!!” And Gold Ship raced away after detecting that her lying meter was running dangerously low. Maybe some lunch would give her some fuel to hide her disgusting secrets?
She sat her tray down at a very isolated empty table and began to eat, trying to focus just on the average-ness of her meal and not the various cute girls hanging around the cafeteria and making her feel a certain way. The most annoying part of this experience was how insistent the arousal was. Just this constant hum and sensitivity that never went away and felt amazing whenever she rubbed her thighs together. But if Gold Ship touched herself, she’d be LESS MOTIVATED and SLOWER. She was stronger than this! She gritted her teeth and shoveled her food into her mouth with her hands.
“Gold Ship! Where are your manners?”
Golshi looked up from her tray and saw Super Creek seated across from her. “HHW WHMPRHG—” She swallowed the food in her mouth. “How long have you been there?”
“I sat down a minute ago and said hi to you, but you just kept muttering to yourself about not giving in? You worried me a bit, so I figured I’d make sure you’re doing ok!”
“Nothing to worry about here mommy- I mean mommy- I MEAN I AM FINE!” Gold Ship stood up, but Super Creek patiently put a hand on her shoulder and lowered her back down to her seat. Super Creek moved from across the table to be seated right next to Gold Ship.
“Something must be upsetting you. You can be weird at times, but this feels extra strange to me. Here… let me help you alright?” She pulled out the extra spoon she had fetched from the utensils table and scooped up an even split of curry and rice. Gold Ship couldn’t let this perfect ratio go to waste, so she opened her mouth reluctantly. “Say awww~” And Super Creek patiently fed Gold Ship.
Gold Ship was unable to resist the doting. Who was she to deny a mommy her purpose? Just sit back and let her dote! But… the unintended effect of being so doted upon was…
Between her legs, that same erection that she had successfully defeated before returned with even more fury in its core. It forced Gold Ship to notice things that she normally wouldn’t have paid much mind. She noticed how warm the woman wrapped around her was, how nice she smelled, how full her figure was, how easy it’d be to unbutton and unzip and enjoy. It was a dangerous train of thought but one that she couldn’t escape. Like so many of Gold Ship’s invasive thoughts, this one would always blossom again like a weed and rapidly grow and wrap around her mind until everything was brought back to how badly she wanted to just let go… let go and… and…
“I-I just remembered!” Gold Ship yelped. “I left my dolphin in the trash back at my room. I should hurry back before it goes to the landfill instead of getting recycled!”
“Shhhh, don’t worry, hun,” Super Creek whispered in her ear. Gold Ship shook. “Poor thing, you must be cold. You’re shaking like a leaf.”
“This is bad…” Gold Ship wrapped her hands into fists. “At this rate… I’m going to be no better than those gooners… Golden Gooner Golshi!”
“What’s a gooner, dear?”
“URGH!” Gold Ship slammed her fists on the table and turned to Super Creek. “Your doting is too erotic and sweet! You leave me no choice but to unleash my full power!”
“…Erotic?”
Gold Ship took advantage of her opponent’s confusion. She grabbed Super Creek’s wrist and attempted to wrestle her hand down to the table, disarming her from the spoon, but Super Creek’s wrist wouldn’t budge! Left with no choice, Gold Ship had to maneuver more deftly. She jutted her head forward and planted her mouth around the spoon but this time she had no intent to let go. She was going to disarm her foe! Unfortunately, this meant when Creek pulled her hand back it also brought Gold Ship’s face forward. Golshi let go of the spoon only for her face to land in Creek’s cleavage. A grave miscalculation. She tried to pull her face away and apologize, but Creek only muttered something about how Gold Ship looked tired, and she should take a rest.
“D-Dammit! I’m about to lose! I’m going to lose at this rate!” Her legs squeezed together. She could feel it throbbing, begging her to let loose! Touch it! Touch it! She had no other choice left in her. She slipped below the table, where Creek was least expecting her to go, and crawled across the floor to the other side of the table to escape. “I can’t let the Golshi Multiverse down! If I goon, I’ll lose access to The Gold Ship State and end the cycle of balance spanning millennium! Grrrr! I won’t lose, not even to a mommy!” She darted away from the cafeteria to the restroom.
Click. The stall door was closed and locked.
All she could do was stare at herself. At this appendage on her body that was dominating her thoughts. It had only been half a day and she was already struggling to even function! Every thought came clawing back to this thing, every moment an opportunity to finally give in and just touch it. She watched it throb and ache and flex in the air like a beast emerging from the sea.
“Just… one touch wouldn’t hurt… right?”
Her hand untenses, her body relenting to the cadence. Gravity begins to win. Slowly… her hand moved forward, shaking as it hovered over the tense shaft. It lowered and the digits slowly curled around the shaft. She could feel it. The heat bulging beneath like a rolling boil, the addictive feeling of the sensitive nerves zapping like a tesla, all of it drew her to leave her heavy hand wrapped around it and slowly… sloooowly sink down lower. Her hand ran across the surface and felt it all grow warmer.
By all accounts, Gold Ship was already considered not that intelligent of an Uma Musume, but in that moment what little spark there was had begun to dull and her eyes filled in with hearts. “Why… didn’t I do this sooner? This is… this is the best!~”
Up and down… riding her hand… “It feels really good to rub it like this… ohohoho~ Wow!~ Why is it so sensitive? Is it because it really wanted to go in someone? Like a cute girl? A cute girl would be soooo nice~ Hrghh… just a few more touches, and then Golshi will return in… in… G-Gold Ship… doesn’t… goon…” She shakes her head, struggling to even think.
“Hghh… that’s so good! That is SO GOOD!” She couldn’t stop. Her hand found the motion and became too tenacious, too dedicated to pleasing the body that had begging to give in all day. Over and over until her mind went cloudy with lust and her balls tensed with heat. Both hands were wrapped around it suddenly. She was completely absorbed in her fire and all she could do was stare down. Her fit stomach tensing to draw in air… her shapely legs chiseled by her constant training… and this brand new incredible horn! She was a unicorn now! She was magical and perfect! She was Gold Ship!
And that burst of ego was all it took. She squealed and threw her head back from the force. Jet after jet of white sprayed from her cock, coating the stall door in her heavy load. She barely contained her loudest screams before finally the last explosion rocked out and a few stray blobs oozed out and slid across her abs.
“Holy… holy… that was so good… that was better than yakisoba… that was better than when the enemy character in a show ends up joining the good guys in a later season, but they still have to get over their differences! That was better than racing!!!” Gold Ship broke out into laughter. “Why do I feel so motivated after that? I feel like I could run a mile! I could catch bullets out of thin air! I COULD EAT THE BULLETS. I AM GOLD SHIP!” Gold Ship kicked down the stall door, shocking Rice Shower who just came by to wash her hands. Luckily, Gold Ship had thought to pull up her pants… though she had made no effort to clean the stall door.
“Sorry, I need to go run for the rest of my life. Remember my tale!” Gold Ship raced out of the bathroom, off to the field to go continue her training. Shower stared at the stall door… before making a token effort to clean a little bit of it with a paper towel.
Two days passed. Agnes Tachyon was enjoying some tea with Café who was drinking her coffee inside of a club room. Suddenly, the door is kicked down by Gold Ship who loudly yelled “IT’S GONE!”
“Good morning, Gold Ship,” Agnes smiled. “What’s gone?”
“MY GOLD-HOOD. MY UNICORN HORN! MY BREED MACHINE!”
“It goes away after 2 days,” Café sighed. “48 hours. We told you this already…”
“Please please please, I need it back! I just discovered hentai and was really starting to get into it—oh and my training has been so much better! Please!”
“Well, lucky for you I actually needed someone to do an experiment and Café wasn’t willing…” Agnes smiled and stood up from her seat. Gold Ship watched… noticing that Agnes’s tights had a familiar bulge shape in them. “You see, a concern I had was supplies. It was difficult to source the materials the first time around, and while I still have a few dosages left, I’m afraid that eventually I was going to run out before we could reach conclusive trials in our experiment. But luckily, I discovered a way to be more productive with the reproductive.” Agnes pulled down her tights slowly, revealing her own member she had grown. “Mine is unique and is capable of producing more of the serum, allowing for continued transformation and at an even stronger dosage.”
Café shook her head. “I have a line…”
Gold Ship fell to her knees and pushed her face against Agnes. “Luckily enough, I don’t! So… what do I do with it—”
Gold Ship’s open mouth was filled, and Tachyon began happily jack hammering away inside her. “Finally, some peace and quiet…~” Agnes smiled over at Café who was trying to avoid looking. “In order to keep you two close, I have submitted paperwork to begin a club. That way we can take advantage of allocated time and other resources, as well as use this room for our experiments undisturbed. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve taken the liberty of calling it the Speed Research club?”
“Not the best name…” Café shook her head. “But I’d rather not name such a club.”
Agnes nodded and smiled down at Gold Ship who was slowly realizing what it was like to be in Anges’s web. “We’ll see you again in two days, same time~ Don’t forget to save any ejaculations for me, preferably in a container made of glass and kept refrigerated. Oh, and good luck in your race later today~”
The medicine dripped down Gold Ship’s throat. Her eyes turned to hearts. Her skirt began to lift. And Agnes just smiled.