Xy Chromosome

XY Chromosome

Chapter 1: Biological Observation

Final Warning: If you don’t like anthropomorphic ponies and large breasts then turn and head the other way.

Author's Notice: If you can read past chapter 6 then you sir or mam deserve a medal.

“You all have one week to turn in your reports on mammal reproduction. Any reports that are late will not be accepted, dismissed.” The professor announced just as class ended. “Mr. Rezovich, I would like for you stay after for a few moments, now if you would.” He pointed to a chair near his desk. I walked toward what was actually more of a stool than a chair before dropping my book-bag on the ground. I twiddled my thumbs as he pulled several stapled pieces of paper out of his desk. He handed the papers to me then slumped back in his chair, rubbing his eyes as if he was disappointed. The papers he handed me was my last report I turned in about plant genetics, and how they reproduced. I was about to speak before he hand signaled me to stop. “Daniel, the last report was supposed to be about the reproduction of fish. You gave me this crap instead.” He pointed disgustingly at the small stack of stapled papers I held.

“I uhh…”

“Uhhhhh.” He mocked. “Uhhhh is no excuse, you failed the assignment. Though I have to say it was well written, but it’s not what I asked. Hopefully you’ll be able to recognize your mistake and not do it on the present assignment.”

“But I couldn’t fi-”

“But? No, the grade is final and I will not hesitate to fail your next assignment if needed, dismissed.” He said as he took back my plant report. I remember when I first came to this college, I told my biology professor that I wanted to become a doctor, but from my huge interest in plants he suggested I’d do better as a botanist.

As I headed for the door I heard him say ‘Mammal reproduction’. For a professor I had to say he more like a high school teacher, he actually reminded me of my assignment instead of expecting me to know it, not to mention he bitched at me because of my work. That obviously meant he cared, my other professors never gave me updates on how I was doing in their classes. I didn’t expect them to, this is college and I was expected to do work without someone holding my hand.

Most of the other students in my class formed little groups, in which they would research and work together on assignments. I however was what you could call the outcast, I didn’t really like being social with my peers because in the past someone took my work and turned it in as their own. I never found out who it was, but all I can say is that when I turned that assignment in, the teacher stamped an ‘F’ on it. Four days worth of work down the drain instantly. So from then on I never really worked well in groups unless I had to, but I kept my work kind of a secret, though whatever I contributed was always minor and never really did the group any good.

I wasn’t sure what mammal to research, everyone usually went for the same thing, usually domesticated animals like cows, dogs, and horses. I couldn’t blame them, they’re easy to find because there are farms everywhere across the country. Being in New Jersey, however, that would be a little difficult because I’m in a huge frickin' city and there’s not a farm to be seen for miles.

As I headed back for my dorm I noticed some geeky looking dude pass by me while holding a batman action figure. Guess he liked superheroes. Thinking about batman I began to think of Gotham city and how the hero would sneak up on his enemies. Almost instantly, as if there was flashing light bulb above my head, an idea popped in my mind, what if I did a study on bat reproduction; they’re mammals, and they’re one of the few kind that can fly, it would be the perfect report, sad thing is I didn’t have my car to take me wherever there were bats so I had to rely on other sources of transportation.

It sucked being a freshmen in college, not allowed to bring my own car to the campus because of tradition. Fuck tradition, I’m twenty-one years old and started late because I had to pay for the classes myself by working at a pizza joint, so getting off campus was rather unusual for me because without my car where would I go.? To get to the outskirts of the city it took about two bus tickets, and then a taxi to go where I’m headed. I’ve done it before for previous assignments, but they were all costly (money wise).

I opened the door to my dormitory and quickly double clicked the internet explorer icon. “Show me bats.” I whispered as I typed ‘bat cave locations’ on Google. To my surprise there was one not to far from the city, it would be about a three and a half hour drive, but hey, why do a report on bat reproduction if you have a slight chance of seeing it for yourself.

I didn’t waste time in packing up my notebook and pencil. “Better to get things done early.” I said to myself; my other professors were bound to give me truck loads of assignments that I would barely have enough time to complete, so why waste the precious time I have.

-

Two bus tickets, a taxi drive, and three hundred dollars later:

When I arrived at the cave it really wasn’t what I expected. I always pictured bat caves to be spooky looking with cob webs hanging around the entrance. Apparently that’s not always true; this cave was dug into the ground with more than enough plant growth, well actually it was a kind of moss that was hanging over the entrance.

I would have expected a tour guide to have shown up already, but then I saw a plaque on the cave entrance that read:

Sunday-closed

Weekdays- 10a.m.-7p.m.

Saturday-9a.m.-8:30p.m.

Hours on weekdays:

10a.m.-12p.m.

2p.m.-4p.m.

5p.m.-6:30p.m.

Saturday tours:

9:30a.m.-11a.m.

12p.m.-2p.m.

4p.m.-6p.m.

6p.m-8p.m

Today was Thursday, looking at my watch it read five past twelve. There wouldn‘t be another tour for almost two hours. “Bullshit.” I said under my breath. I wasn‘t going to wait nearly two hours for another tour when I could be doing something better in my spare time…,like going into the cave. “ It’s just a little bat cave.” I mentally stated as I entered.

There were small dim lights that barely lit the place up, still it was enough to see where I was going. I heard small squeaks coming from above, and as I looked up I saw that there were more than enough bats hanging from the ceiling, a few were clung onto large stalagmites. The rock formations reminded me of dogs' large canines because of the way they were shaped. “ ‘Hate to be the one under that when it fell.” I stated in a barely audible tone. Just looking at it made me uneasy so I decided to stray away from it.

Still looking up at the ceiling I took out my notebook from my pack I had with me and started to write, I wasn’t expecting any mating to go on so why bother, observing their behavior was enough. I couldn’t really get a good look at their color, but if I had to say they were all probably Little Brown Myotis, considering their size was relatively small and that there were a lot of them. There was a small pond nearby which would make sense of why they nested here because this species likes to eat insects, mosquitoes mostly. I took a few notes down, mostly they were vague and very basic, but every bit counted toward the grade. As I was continued to write I stopped, and noticed a little light coming from a crevice on the right side of the chamber I was in. I could tell the light wasn’t coming from one of the dim lamps because this was bright and looked a lot like sunlight.  I dropped my pack because I wouldn’t fit with it on. Getting through the rock walls was a bit of a squeeze, considering I had to suck in my stomach to make it all the way through.

Once inside the scene astonished me, I was in whole other chamber with sunlight that came through the cave’s ceiling. What amazed me the most was that there was a small pool of water directly in the center on the room, as if it was put there on purpose; it was perfect doughnut shape with a tiny dirt island in the middle. My eyes caught something on the island; there was a small blooming plant in the center. I’d never seen any plant like it before; I walked to the small pools edge and examined it. The plant had purple petals with rosy red veins that were clearly visible from inside the stem, though it was leaning toward the ground as if it were wilting, but it was in perfect bloom, so why would it wilt. The sunlight was directly above the small piece of vegetation, so why wasn’t it leaning toward the light. The thought amazed me on how I was supposed to be researching mammal reproduction, but instead my attention was on a weird flower. "Maybe the professor was right, maybe I am to be botanist instead."

I thought about picking it and bringing to one of the professors to see if he could identify it.. I bet picking something would probably be against the cave tour policy, but no one’s in here and I doubt I’d be put in jail for picking a flower. As I moved to get closer I noticed that picking my feet up was little bit more difficult. Felt as if there was attracting force below me. “Probably what’s causing it to bend.” I mentally noted.

I reached out to pick it up, and as I did I made sure I didn’t damage the roots. The second I picked it I heard a rumbling noise, and almost instantly as the rumbling started the island started to descend into the ground, then the water. It was like the whole entire room was sinking into the rocky ground, then instantly my mind made sense of what was happening. “Shit!” I yelled as I ran back for the crevice, "Fucking Sinkhole!" To my horror the crevice walls closed blocking my escape, I couldn’t get out. I heard the bats chattering loudly through the tiny crack that used to be my exit. They sensed the vibration and were probably in a frenzy. The next thing I knew my left leg was pulled into the sinkhole’s force.  I couldn’t pull it out, the force was too strong, next thing to go was my other leg, then me. I yelled and hollered for help, but in reality I knew no one was coming to my rescue.

I was pulled closer to the center of the of muddy whirlpool before giving one last shout before my head went under. I dared not to open my eyes because of the dirt and grime that would enter them. I could feel myself being pulled deeper and deeper, then a miraculous change of events happened, it would seem I was flipped to where I was ,instead of sinking,  floating up. Still I felt the mud all around me making me want to hurl. I thought for sure I was a dead man, but at that moment I felt my head rise out of the mud and other crap that went into the sinkhole. I popped my eyes open and I could feel and see the rest of my body being lifted from the dirt. I couldn’t believe it, was I dead, was I hallucinating because I knew I was going to die? I pinched my self just to make sure. Apparently I was wrong on both accounts. What amazed me the most was that there wasn’t a piece of mud on my clothing, almost as if the event never happened.

-

Looking around, I saw the sun shining above me with the sky looking directly at my face. Somehow I came out on the other side of the sinkhole and hit the outside, how does that make any sense.? A sudden cold rush of wind came my way making me shudder. The air felt so thin here and I had a little trouble getting used to it. What caught my attention was that the clouds were very close to my position. A few were just several feet up from me being able to touch them. I walked around and noticed a few pine trees and shrubs here and there, but in all it was like a grassy plateau. I eventually came across where the grass ended the rock began to shift downward. I peeked over the edge and saw that I was high above ground, maybe about two thousand feet if not higher. Peering a little farther I saw that this mountain or formation had no support from below,  it was floating. I threw myself back and put my back against a tree. I took several deep breaths thinking that this was all a dream and I was still in the cave. I had to have hit my head or something because a floating mountain, my clean clothes when emerging from the sinkhole, it didn’t make any sense at all.

I slapped myself across the face several times, each with more force than the last causing little tears to form from my eyes. Half my face was red from the slaps, and eventually I was convinced I was awake. The events that happened still didn’t add up in my mind however. “I’m on top of a FUCKING FLOATING MOUNTAIN!!!” I boomed, my voice echoing in the distance until silence fell upon me. Another gust of cold wind came and the trees above me rustled in excitement as it hit me, I curled up and put my head between my knees and drifted off, “There’s someone that is bound to find me here, I mean this is a floating mountain, err...thing, so someone is going to want to explore it.”

-

Three hours later:

I began to stir at the sound of someone talking, I quickly shook my head and got back on track. “Someone’s up here.” I said to myself. I looked around and noticed something flying through the clouds, whatever it was it was colorful. “Must be some kind of bird.”

I saw the direction it went and followed, but I stopped my self and began to think. “Why am I following a stupid bird, there’s someone else up here.” I recalled when I woke up. Immediately I turned to go the opposite direction, but again I heard the same voice from before, I couldn’t make out what he or she was saying, but it came from the direction the bird went. Pushing aside shrubs and ducking below a few branches I came across another little clearing with low clouds hovering above it.

I saw the bird again, but this time I got a better look at it before it rushed for a nearby cloud. My eyes must have been deceiving me, because what I thought I saw was a flying blue person with rainbow colored hair. I heard the voice again, and to my surprise it was coming from the cloud the bird …thingy was in.  This time I could tell the voice was feminine but still I couldn’t hear what it was completely saying, all I heard was:

“Nopony.”

“No sign of her”

“Pop out again.”

“Pony?” I murmured in confusion. I waited for a few minutes to see if it would move again, then I could catch up to her and see if she can get me off this rock. My imagination must have been getting the best of me, I mean I wasn’t sure if this thing was friendly; it flew in the air and could attack at any moment. I would make sure no harm came my way, so I grappled on to a branch and started to climb a tall pine tree that was close to the cloud the winged person was in.  I would be in a tree and it would have a tough time trying to get me if it decided to attack, plus I would be the one with the element of surprise.

I eventually reached a branch that was in perfect alignment with the cloud. Walking along the large branch, carefully stepping so I wouldn’t lose my balance, I peered my face just enough to see the flying person.

What I saw left me speechless, this flying bird, person, thing was wearing clothes, sports bra and shorts for that matter, not to mention it was bipedal. “What did I find?” I wondered as I kept observing her.

She was looking around the cloud as if she was searching for something. Though I had little interest in her behavior, her features are what had me astonished; her head and face reminded me of a horse but not nearly as long and narrow. I couldn’t really tell what she was, the closest thing that came to mind was as before, a horse, but then as she turned I noticed a pair of wings on her back. “Pegasus?” I said, but quickly clasping a hand against my mouth, for I might have said that too loud. Luckily she didn’t seem to notice and kept looking around the cloud, often over its edges.

She was actually kind of pretty, I found myself looking at her up and down; my eyes admiring the color of hers, a bright cerise. My attention quickly went to her wings, I couldn’t imagine what I would be like soaring through the sky without being in an airplane. I wanted to strangle myself for looking at her next feature; her breasts, giving her sports bra a pleasurable round shape, not to mention a little big for her athletic like body. I would have to say they were the size of large cantaloupes. I couldn’t’ take my eyes off them, being a male it was perfectly natural and healthy for me to look at a female’s cleavage…, but she wasn’t human. Quickly averting my eyes to her full self I noticed she stopped looking around the cloud and headed for it’s center. She laid in a reclined position as if she were about to take a nap, but instead she took her sport shorts off and tossed them to the side. I’d expected them to fall through the cloud but instead they lay on it as if it were solid, better yet how was she able to not fall through.? The thought disappeared as I saw her panties. They were slim with a creamy white color, and on that note I noticed a weird looking tattoo on her hip. I watched more quizzically as I took another step forward wondering about what she would do next.

The next thing that happened made my mouth gape; she took off her panties and her fingers slowly slid down her slim body. It was almost as if she was trying to arouse herself ,“If only I had my notebook and pencil.” I mused, remembering what the professor had said, ‘Mammal reproduction.’ Notes would have to come later though, because this was a sight to behold...,at least for me that is. I heard her moan in pleasure as I watchfully eyed her. It was very stalker like for me to be doing this, but I cared very little on what was frowned upon at the moment.

As I continued to watch I saw her hand reach for her bra, she ripped it off and her bountiful breasts caught my eyes, she cuddled them both with her right arm and as I looked for her other I noticed her fingers entering her. “She’s Fingering herself!” I nearly fell out of the tree because of the sight.

“It would seem that this creature has a very similar way of masturbating compared to the human female.” I mentally noted, hoping that if I were to ever find my notebook that would be the first thing I would write down. I continued to watch her with extreme fascination, failing to realize that my member was getting hard as stone. To my horror I noticed her eyes were averted to mine as she continued a pleasure herself. What caught me off guard was the fact that she was giving me a weak smile. My cheeks flushed red as I tried to change the direction of my sight. Though the redness pigment in my face slowly disappeared as I saw her facial expression change. Her face now filled with anger and anxiety.

Almost instantly her body zoomed from the cloud and now was up in my face, her wings flared out making her very intimidating. She was still nude and I had a hard time not to look below the neck.

“What do think your doing?!” She yelled. I stood there motionless and speechless.

“Were you spying on me you little perv!?” Her tone getting more angry as I saw her face turn red with rage.

I quickly thought of something to say, more of an excuse of why I was up here in the tree. “I uhh…uhh…thought if I found someone they would help me off the mountain.” It was lame excuse but she somehow bought it, seeing her face lighten up.

“How’d you get up here, you don’t have wings.” She stated, her voice still a little icy but not as on edge as before. That’s where she had me in checkmate, I had no idea how I was able to get here through the sinkhole.

“I don’t know…I woke up and I was on top this mountain. “ I lied. I could see her fists clenching as if she was about to strike me, but then she took a deep breath and her hands relaxed.

“You’re rather strange lookin’, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a stallion like you before.” She randomly said, catching my attention.

“Stallion?” I questioned, still not understanding why she had said that. My guess was that she was trying to change the topic, for a saw her blush uneasily as I looked below the neck and at her chest.

“Yeah.., you’re a stallion right?”

Before I could answer I pointed to her clothes on the cloud, signaling her that I couldn’t focus with her being naked because my attention was south, literally. Rushing over to the cloud she quickly put on her clothes before flying back to the branch I was on.

“Listen can you not tell anypony about this, because if you do I swear to Celestia that will put a nasty waling on you.” Her voice turned hesitant but then icy again at the end of her sentence.

“Nopony?” I questioned again. “ She might have been referring to her species.” I thought

“Nopony, not even P-..”

“Hey Rainbow Dash, watcha doin’!” A pink anthro horse thing poked its head from behind the pine tree’s trunk. The surprise was so sudden that I lost my balance and fell off the branch.

“Oh c’mon, is there anyplace you can’t pop out at?!” The cyan pegasus cried, face palming herself.

“Where’s the stallion you were talking to?” The pink one said before hearing  a thud. “Hey, watcha doin’ down there silly?!” She giggled.

-

I couldn’t hear what she said, her voice was slow and barely audible. I felt myself slip away as I saw my vision darken. Before I passed out the cyan anthro pegasus thing was on the ground next to me. I continued to watch her every move, still wanting my notebook and pencil to take notes, but the more I thought about it the more castoff I felt, seeing my vision darken even more before blanking.