One. Six. Seven. Star. I jammed each button in, knowing how finicky the buzzer system could be. The phone rang twice before someone picked up. “Hey, it’s Ahab,” I said. “Stop horsing around for a second and let me in.”
The lock on the front door clicked open. “Come on up, dude,” I heard my friend Hall say on the other end of the line.
Hall and I were roommates for a few years back in college. He hated his first name, so he went by his last name, and I’d grown so used to calling him that that I honestly couldn’t remember what his real name was. The big pinto horse had been a pretty good athlete back in the day, but he dropped sports to focus on academics. Now he was living with some other guys — couple horses and a golden retriever, if I remembered right — while he finished up his graduate degree, and I’d moved to the other side of town.
I’d never known Hall to be a big partier. He was pretty reserved. But his new roommates held a damn good party, and I sure wasn’t gonna miss their Halloween bash.
I slipped on my mask as I walked up the stairs. I had been too busy to find a proper costume, so I’d bought a cheap horse mark to impersonate Hall. It wouldn’t win any awards, but I figured he’d get a kick out of it.
He was waiting for me at the door, wearing a wizard’s hat jauntily over one ear and a cape over his shoulders. When he saw me, he burst out laughing.
“Damn, dude,” I said, lifting the mask back up over my face. “It’s not that good of a costume.”
“Oh, it’s not that,” Hall said, waving his hand. “It’s just… never mind, you’ll see. Come in, birdbrain.”
“How come y’all didn’t get the apartment next door?” I asked, looking back down the corridor as we walked inside.
“What, 169? We actually tried, but the old lioness who lives there is stubborn as hell. She’ll probably complain about the noise tonight.”
“That doesn’t sound very” — I pulled the mask back on — “neighhhhborly.”
“Ugh, I can’t believe we invited you.” Hall gestured at the six-pack I was carrying. “Here, I can put that in the fridge. How do you get that mask on over your beak, anyway?”
“Lots of practice. Tore a hole right through the first one.”
“Ha! Bet this is one of those times you wish you weren’t a bird. Well, I think it looks good on you.” He handed me a beer. “And, hey, I’m kind of imitating you, too. I know you like to mess around with magic. Got any tricks up your sleeve tonight?”
“Oh, nah, didn’t really have the time to come up with anything. Although,” I winked, “not that I’d tell you if I did.”
“Well, knowing you, you’re bound to get into trouble somehow.” Hall punched me playfully in the shoulder. “Hey, I think you’re just in time. You like bobbing for apples, right?”
“You know I do!” Not to brag, but I’m real good at that sort of thing. A bald eagle like me trying to grab something out of the water? Piece of cake.
“Follow me, then!” Hall led me to the other side of the apartment, where a dozen or so people were circled around a big tub of water. A tiger raised his head out of the tub, fruitless, and shook himself off, flinging water in every direction.
“Hey, you guys know my friend Ahab, right?” Hall said to the group. There were some what’s ups and How’s it goings. “Anyway, he thinks he’s better at this than you.”
“Your words!” I said. I turned to the cat. “Mind if I give it a shot?”
The tiger stepped away. “It’s all yours. Man, I hate getting wet,” he muttered. “Can’t believe you guys talked me into doing that.”
I peered over the side of the tub, cracked my neck and put my hands behind my back. Then, all in one smooth motion, I dove my head in, grabbed the centermost apple with my beak and flung it up in the air.
I tracked its arc, and as it fell back down, I sliced it in half with my razor-sharp beak. Half of it stayed in my mouth, and I caught the other half with my hand. I gulped the fruit down and bowed as the crowd applauded.
Hall whistled. “You’ve gotten better at that. Give us another, but this time try it with your eyes closed.”
The group hollered encouragement, urging an encore. “With pleasure,” I said. I turned around, took a quick glance at the tub, closed my eyes and dove back in.
This time, I felt the target apple bounce against my beak. No problem. Eyes still closed, I felt around for the apple, put my beak around it, and… felt the apple bump off it again. Huh. Something’s not right.
I had to come back up for air. As I did, my eyes blinked open and I noticed dozens of blue [/feathers floating in the tub. My feathers?
Then I saw my reflection in the water. Looking back at me wasn’t an eagle at all, but a black horse’s face with a blue mane — the same shade of blue as the feathers I’d evidently just shed.
In my periphery, I was aware that the buzz of the party had stopped and people were staring at me, murmuring to each other. I reached up and touched my face. Instead of a hard beak, my fingers found soft horse hair. As I moved my hand back, I realized the contours of my face had completely changed. It didn’t feel unpleasant, just… unusual. I was perplexed by the large protrusions near the top of my head, on the sides. Ears, huh? These feel weird.
I looked down at the rest of my body and could tell that its texture had changed from feather to leather. Or rather, was changing — I saw feathers falling out as the transformation ran down my legs, follicles quickly replacing them with horse hair. I turned around and saw that my tail feathers were gone, too. They had condensed into a tail. I gave it a few swishes and found it oddly satisfying. I’d never had a tail that could move like that.
Fortunately, my body shape wasn’t really changing, so the process wasn’t very painful. It just tickled a little. Anthros all tend to have a similar structure, except — uh oh — the transformation was about to reach my feet.
I winced and bit my lip, but it wasn’t as bad as I feared. My talons reflexively curled up, causing me to stumble down to my knees. I couldn’t see them in that position, but I felt my toes fusing together and hardening. When I looked back, my bird feet were replaced with hooves. I shook one of my legs around a bit, trying to wiggle toes that weren’t there.
Hall put his arm around my shoulder. I looked up, and he was holding the horse mask I’d brought to the party. “Guess you won’t be needing this anymore.”
“You… I… the…” I spluttered, confused.
“Magic apples,” Hall grinned. He grabbed one from the tub and started tossing it up and down. “Think of it as revenge for that time you turned me into a bird back in college.”
Fair play. I had done that. It was hilarious.
I shakily rose back to my feet — er, hooves — trying to figure out how to balance. Hall steadied me. “Don’t worry,” he said, “it’s only supposed to last an hour.”
“All right then,” I smiled (with teeth! What a concept.) “Guess I’ve got a costume now. Here, give me a beer.” Someone held one out. I grabbed it, downed it, and let out the loudest neigh I could muster. Someone slapped my ass and shouted “giddy-up, horsey boy!”
Yeah, the party was rolling again.
I looked around and Hall had disappeared, so I worked my way through the crowd to find him. I overheard his two horse roommates talking to their other roommate, the golden retriever. They were dressed as wizards, too, but the retriever was dressed as a pirate. He was clearly in the dark about the whole thing. “C’mon,” the horses were saying. “There are still apples left.”
“You know, it’s not that bad,” I interrupted, winking at the dog. He let out a sort of reluctant sigh, and the horses started pulling him over to the tub.
I found Hall in the kitchen, refilling the punch bowl. “Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?” I asked.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“No, like, privately.”
“I guess we could go to my room.” He started to walk over. “Is everything OK? Hope you didn’t find that embarrassing or anything. Thought you’d be cool with it. But if I crossed a line or something, I’m sorry.”
We entered his bedroom. I closed the door behind us. “Nah, you’re good. It’s nothing like that. It’s just…” I unzipped my pants and freed my cock. It had been aching for release since the transformation. “…this.”
Hall’s eyes widened. “Oh!”
We’d hooked up a lot in college, so this wasn’t anything new for us. We had a good sort of roommates-with-benefits thing going back then, but nothing more than that. It pretty much stopped when we graduated and went our separate ways.
“You probably don’t know this,” I said, casually pulling my shirt off, “but I’ve always been jealous of the size of horsecocks.”
“Uh, yeah,” Hall rolled his eyes. “You said multiple times during sex that you were in it for the ‘long Hall.’”
“And I still am,” I said. “So come on, let’s see who’s longer now.”
Hall obliged, removing his pants to reveal he was half-erect and rapidly hardening.
Already oozing pre myself, I moved in for a kiss as the pinto worked himself up. “Ah, that’s one thing that’s easier now,” I said as I took a breath.
I pushed him back against the wall, and we made out for a few minutes, feeling each other up. I was completely lost in the sensation of Hall’s hands caressing my new horse hide when he stopped abruptly and extended his arm against my chest, separating us.
“Got some bad news for ya,” he said, gesturing down.
I’d grown to my absolute limit, the pitch-black horsecock several inches longer than what I was usually packing. But there was no denying Hall’s mottled shaft had a half-inch or more on me. “Guess there’s no beating the real thing,” he said.
“Still,” he went on, raising an eyebrow, “an impressive showing.” He smirked as he wrapped his hand around our dicks and began to frot.
“Oh, you mischievous fuck,” I said. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”
Hall chuckled and kept stroking. “Might’ve been.”
“Well, rather than get me off like this,” I said, leaning in to whisper the last part in his ear, “why don’t you turn around and lift that tail, horse bro?”
“Was wondering when you’d ask.” Hall did as he was told, positioning himself against the wall as I took in his hindquarters.
“Ugh, why do you horses always have such great asses?”
“We horses,” Hall corrected. “And you better let me get a piece of yours after this.”
I felt my tail flick upward reflexively. “That can be arranged,” I said.
“But first things first. I know you loved my dick back in college,” I said as I began to grind it up and down against his butt. “Just imagine how much you’ll love it now.” I felt Hall shudder in anticipation. I grinned and lined myself up with his entrance.
Hall gave a, surprised high-pitched moan as the tip of my shaft penetrated him. I hadn’t heard that sound in years. “Fuck, man,” he said. “That’s definitely bigger.”
“Better brace yourself,” I warned. “I’m only barely in.” It had been awhile, but Hall felt tighter, too. And with each long, slow thrust, I felt like I was pushing deeper into the pinto than I ever had before.
We could still hear the music from the party through the bedroom door, and I subconsciously started picking up the pace to match the tempo. Hall knew how to work a dick, and we quickly got into a rhythm, moving our bodies in time with the beat.
And, of course, the music had the added benefit of drowning out our moans and the lewd slapping of my hefty equine nuts against Hall’s rump to all but the two of us in the room.
But the unusual feeling of fucking with a horsecock was just too much. I held out as long as I could, but I knew I was about to blow.
“I’m almost there,” I breathed. Each thrust was taking me right up to my breaking point. I could tell Hall was in the same boat. “I— already— fuck” was all he got out before he lost control and shot his seed in thick ropes toward the base of the wall.
That sight alone was enough to push me over the edge. I grunted and embedded myself a little deeper in Hall’s ass. I was hyper-aware of the orgasm building from the base of my penis all the way up the shaft; several extra inches of ecstasy before the head flared out and that first huge cumshot launched out of my cock like a rocket. Then another, and another, and another. My load was clearly bigger, too, and I was gonna give Hall every last drop. The sound of a loud neigh I couldn’t remember making echoed back into my ears. The rest of the party definitely heard that, but I didn’t care.
“Damn. That was…,” I said, struggling to describe the experience as my orgasm gradually tapered off. My dick was still twitching a little as I withdrew it, admiring the cascade of horse cum that spilled out of Hall after it popped out. I fell back and sat on his bed, panting.
“…in—” Hall looked like he was about to finish my sentence, but when he turned around and saw me, he stopped, confused.
“What? Something wrong?” I asked.
“Yeah, I mean, it hasn’t been an hour yet, but—”
I looked down and blinked in surprise. I had bird feet again, with feathers sprouting up and down my body. I reached up to touch my ears and discovered they were rapidly shrinking back into my head.
“Oh, you know what?” I realized. “I only ever ate half of that apple. So I guess I only got half the time. But, hey,” — I gave Hall a sly smile — “there are more apples in that tub, right?”
Hall perked up. “So you’re coming around to my side of things, huh?”
“Just for tonight. It is Halloween,” I said, hurriedly throwing my clothes back on. “Come on, let’s go get me another costume.”
