Should we be afraid of god? Not The God, but any divine, powerful being, omnipotent and omniscient? What if we could reach such, currently beyond reach, levels. Should we be afraid of ourselves?
- Is it going to work?
The spoken words drowned in the midst of electrical buzzes, whirling sounds of fan blades, and gritting of printing out protocols. For me, it was the sound of silence that would cause distress, not this familiar cacophony of scientific instruments, while I was a conductor, the only one who could make sense out of this sea of chaos. A beautiful symphony.
- Are you sure that’s gonna work?
A long piece of printed-out paper landed in my paws. In this room, only I could understand that scientific gibberish, full of pretentious terms. Like all the scientists had their ego tickled and dicks enlarged, because they know twenty different names for a pinkie finger.
- Julian!
The rather rude and loud calling of my name finally got my full attention, which was now directed at the equine male, standing just a few feet away. Judging by his squinted hazel eyes and flared-up nostrils, he was another one fed up by my antics. But he was just a speck in my plans, a tiny cog which, while necessary, was still just a droplet in my chalice of future knowledge. I looked at him, giving him a chance to talk.
- This doesn’t look impressive at all. I know DeLorean sounds too cliché, but you could use Tesla at the very least. Besides, this whole equipment looks like out of a movie from the eighties. The bad ones. It’s just…
But the rest of his words were unintelligible to me, seething in sudden anger and complete lack of patience. My paws gripped the paper I was trying to read, wrinkling it. Of course it’s gonna work, it always had. It just needed a few final adjustments. But blabbering of my test subject was a threat to my project, which could end up fruitless. And I couldn’t afford it. Not now.
- Fine, I’m sorry. I’m maybe a little paranoid, I’m not an expert in this field. Although there’s something else that worries me. Are you feeling well? Your paws have different colors, so does your fur.
I looked at my own body, mostly covered with white lab coat. Indeed, my paws were different from each other and not only them. My long, currently disheveled mane, had usually golden colour, not it resembled rust with some glints of ivory. And as cherry on top of this multi flavoured sundae, I had complete heterochromia. But in eyes of this equine it was probably the least unusual trait about my physique.
- Take off your clothes - I finally said.
I know that these words were blunt, loveless and harsh. But he knew what the deal was. I reminded him several times during our conversation firstly through internet, then another few times on a phone call. And one time right here. Well, two now. 
Mustang with the bronze mane stared at me blankly, which was a rather normal reaction to my particular behavior. 
- I thought we could at least find a room with a bed.
That was true. This tiny basement was the last option for copulation, but I was unyielding in this matter. I returned the stare, saying nothing, since my last words should be enough. And I was right. While stallion was still feeling visibly uneasy, he started to remove all of his clothing. Starting with shirt and tie, revealing his muscular torso and arms, covered with light bronze hair. My own biology and instincts awoken themselves, making me aroused by that simple sight and I wanted to see more. The horse snorted, while undoing his belt and pulling down his pants, along with the underwear. I noticed that he wasn’t fully prepared, judging by the thick sheath, which confined his equine phallus. But I was clearly impressed by the sight and potential weight of his scrotum with two perfectly rounded orbs inside it. I had to act, if I wanted to get the results I deeply desired. I unzipped my own pants, letting my erected member out. The stallion could notice that it wasn’t a typical feline penis. Yes, this fleshy member had some sharp barbs and pointy tip, but it also had rounded knot at the bottom, like canines did. It didn’t had any importance to me, for now. I tried my best to give that stallion intimidate look, to hurry him up a bit.
The mustang was still hesitating, but finally gave up. He kneeled down before me, embracing my member with his hand, slowly stroking it. But my own pleasure wasn’t important at all, it was his willingness and arousal, to perform the main act. And it was the only detail I currently cared about.
I felt his warm lips, embracing my pulsating member. I didn’t intended to climax right here and I grew inpatient with his performance of fellatio. But judging by his murring, closed eyes and quickened breathing, the time finally came, unlike me. But that was the whole point.
I firmly places both of my hands behind his ears and pushed him back. While blankly staring him down, I unbuttoned my lab coat, before removing shirt, pants and rest of my garments. I’ve decided to pretend that I didn’t notice the impressive length and girth of his equine member, already leaking pre out of the flared tip. I could make note about his quick arousal, but there were more important duties to attend to.
- Lube. On the counter. - I simply said.
Never use too many words, if you can avoid it. I dropped on all fours, completely naked and ready, trying my best to be patient, while my test subject was coating his member with slick substance. I was now very close. I used his ignorance, connecting myself to the machine with wiring, exactly four of them.
Loud grunt escaped my lips, when stallion entered me brutally without any hesitance. It could be because of his builded up arousal or revenge of some kind. Either way, it wasn’t important. While he was focused on his own pleasure, I turned on the equipment. It didn’t produce much more sound than before, for my advantage. Feeling his warm hands on my buttocks, I couldn’t help but just smile in small triumph.
- Embrace me - I said bluntly.
The stallion leaned towards me, pushing his horsehood deepest as he could, making his heavy sack slap audibly against my thighs, repeatedly. I suddenly felt his digits slowly sinking in my fur and skin.
That was the part of the plan.
He wasn’t panicking just yet, probably mistaking the sudden stickiness with sweat. They always do. His genitals stopped making sounds while hitting my behind, with each hit getting more and more attached to my body.
Suddenly it started.
Panic.
Equine test subject struggled to free himself. I stopped trying to make sense out of his blurted out words, barely intelligible. All I felt were his torso, limbs and even head getting closer and closer to my body, now resembling a fleshy void.
His scrotum made its one last slap against my cheeks, while his horse phallus was now basically melting in my insides. Becoming a part of me, as it was calculated. The last struggles of gooey carcas, still trying to dominate me, was now consumed in return. The satisfying feeling when a prey defeated its predator, was almost orgasming, if I can use such crude words. 
Finally, it ended. The burning sensation of warm body entering my own was still dazing my mind, but I forced myself to stand up. The buzzing of intercom made me realize that it wasn’t the end of this day, but i had to check something first.
With hand mirror, I investigated the changes. My mane was lighter than before, while carnivore teeth were slowly becoming more like herbivore, with smaller tusks. Even my thin, long tail started to become shorter. I didn’t look my own manhood, while the buzzer sound grew more impatient. I sighed, answering it.
- Yes?
- Dr. Herrington? I’m here because of interview, remember? About that perpetuum mobile of yours?
I was puzzled at first. Wasn’t it time machine? Or cure for cancer? Hard to record track of my falsehoods. But I invited the journalist over.
While putting my clothing back on and hiding the garments of stallion’s, I’ve questioned myself again.
Should we be afraid of god?