Patreon Short Stories (1500+ words, Various Tags)
Story by Tosaku No Kishi
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Jenny giggled as she urged her familyâs prize stallion down the range. Its gallop was strong and steady, its muscles rippling beneath the horseâs gorgeous, black fur. Jenny slowed him as they approached the stream running through her familyâs property. She dismounted and patted his strong, thick neck, running her fingers through his well-kept mane. The horse, named Blackjack â Jack for short â nickered and let her lead it to the stream. He lowered his head to the water as Jenny lovingly ran her hand over the thick sinew of his neck.
Jenny was built to be a rider. She was short, but had strong legs for gripping, and wore her height perfectly with her petite bust, slender waist and slim hips. Her buttocks were well-shaped after her years of riding. Dark, brown hair adorned her head, tied back into a loose ponytail, and her face was cute with a splash of freckles across her nose. She had plump lips and deep, brown eyes.
âI love it out here, Jack,â Jenny sighed and inhaled the fresh air, free from the manure of the farm and sweet with the blooming flowers scattered about. No heavy machines were out here, hardly any foot traffic and only a few stray deer, foxes or rabbits. She could just come out here with her horse, sit down and let any worries wash away. Jack whinnied and bumped her shoulder with his nose. She smiled and stroked along his snout.
Trees rustled as flocks of birds flew off in a hurry. Jenny turned with a frown and scanned the area for the cause. A loud roar of an engine ripped through the calm as a car raced across the meadow, directly towards Jenny and Blackjack. Jenny could the driver was passed at the wheel, their feet no doubt resting against the accelerator. The rider turned to her steed, which waited for her to climb aboard, loyal to its caretaker. If it werenât for the steel death careening towards them, Jenny would have felt touched.
She hooked her foot into the rung and tried to climb aboard quickly. Her experience allowed her to settle down in a second and went to kick Blackjack into action, however, despite her speed, Jenny soon found herself flying through the air. Blackjack was above her, crying out in pain and shock. Jenny unconsciously tried to reach out to him, more worried for his safety than her own.
She neednât have worried. Both of them fell to the floor in a heap. Jenny felt numb. She was conscious, but only barely, and raised her head. Blackjack was just a foot in front of her, breathing heavily. His legs were clearly broken and blood pooled on the ground below.
âJackâ¦â Jenny whimpered and lost consciousness.
Sensations came and went. Light blared beyond her eyelids, but she couldnât raise them. Occasionally, she felt pinches on her arms, yet couldnât so much as flinch. One day, sound returned to her, however it was faint and fell in and out of her eyeshot.
âExperi⦠could save⦠last⦠yes⦠I know⦠only hopeâ¦â
Jennyâs eyelids fluttered open. Gentle light met her bleary gaze. The sound of intermittent beeps sounded at her right. She turned her eyes towards it, frowning at the machinery next to her until she registered that it was medical equipment. What? She thought dazedly and looked around with her half-lidded gaze. The room was a sterile white, the only other colour being the stainless steel of door handles and her bedframes, and that of the people sleeping in chairs next to her.
âWhereâ¦â Jenny winced at her voice, it was hoarse and her throat felt like sandpaper coated in razor wire, âAm⦠I?â
Minutes later and she was surrounded by doctors and her parents. They explained what happened and, after making sure she was emotionally braced, exposited about what had been a highly experimental, but ultimately life-saving, procedure they had performed on her. After they had finished and left her to rest, Jenny wept for the loss of her friend. She placed a hand over her gut, where several of her organs had been crushed and replaced. Not by a humanâs however.
For a while, she had looked to be recovering, then her organs began failing. They couldnât do anything to stop it from happening and there were no donated organs available. So, in her parentsâ desperation, they agreed to let them use Blackjackâs. The doctor who performed the surgery was acclaimed for his work in genetic alteration, taking animal body parts and finding ways to make them work with human DNA. And so, Jennyâs life was saved.
A few weeks later, after physical therapy to make sure everything was working correctly, Jenny was released and back on her familyâs farm. The first few nights went fine for her. She was sleeping, eating, even helping with light chores, but oddities arose on her fifth night home.
Jenny tossed and turned. Her sheets were on the floor, discarded in
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