This story is a spiritual successor to, and contains references to, the story I wrote for the previous Halloween. Enjoy!
Bzzzzzz. “I’ll get it, that must be Ahab,” Hall said. The big pinto horse got up and started the walk to the door of the apartment, the cape of his vampire costume trailing behind. He’d been roommates with the eagle in college, and while they lived on opposite sides of town now, the two still kept in touch and hung out from time to time.
He opened the door to find a tall, blue-headed bald eagle, with a gray mane around his neck that spilled out of a dark green flannel shirt. An orange bag of candy was nestled in the crook of his elbow, just above a pair of dark jeans. Blue and gold tail feathers fanned out behind him, nearly brushing the ground. “What’s up?” Ahab said.
“A lumberjack? Really?” Hall tutted. “Come on. You already wear jeans and flannel every day.”
Hall crossed his arms. The equine struck an imposing figure. A former football player, he was already well-built. His vampire costume also conspicuously lacked any sort of shirt — just a cape with pants and some plastic fangs — allowing him to show off his physique.
Ahab laughed. “You barely put any more effort into yours. Frankly, you should just be glad I showed up after what happened last year,” the eagle said.
“What? Turning you into a horse without your knowledge?” Hall grinned. “You can’t be mad about that. I still contend you looked better that way. Besides, you seemed to love it at the time. As did I. Wouldn’t mind if tonight ended the same way…” the horse trailed off as his eyes slipped down to Ahab’s crotch.
He let the moment linger before ushering the bird inside. “Come in, come in,” Hall said. “Very glad to have you here. I promise, no shenanigans this time.”
Ahab gave him a stern gaze as he felt the horse squeezing his rump on the way past. Hall put his arms up in mock defense. “OK, OK, that’s it for the shenanigans. For now. We’ll see where the night takes us.”
Ahab humphed and shuffled into the apartment, which was filled with hastily-assembled Halloween decorations.
An armful of pumpkins lay in a pile just inside the entrance. Some wrinkled orange and blank streamers hung from the walls, looking a bit like they’d been reused. Ahab couldn’t quite tell whether the cobwebs were intentional or not.
Hall reached for the bag in the eagle’s hands. “Here, let me take your… candy corn?” He chuckled. “If you thought you were gonna get back at me with this, joke’s on you. I love this stuff,” he said, opening the bag and tossing one into his mouth.
“Damn. Worth a shot,” Ahab said. “Hey, where’s your other roommate? I see your horse pals, but wasn’t there a dog, too?”
“Ahhh, yeah, Kurt? He had another party tonight. We’re keeping things more lowkey this year, just about a dozen people. Can I get you a drink?”
“Anything non-alcoholic. I’m not taking any chances that you might’ve slipped something weird and magical in the punch, and besides, I drove here anyway.”
Hall chuckled. “OK, that’s fair, but I can confirm the only thing the punch is spiked with is booze.”
“Hey, did you say you weren’t drinking tonight?” One of Hall’s roommates, Kyle, wandered over. He was dressed as a werewolf, with a cheap wolf mask and a shirt covered in faux fur. “I picked up this sort of punch drink at the farmers market this morning. Supposed to be non-alcoholic and one of those drinks with health benefits or whatever. Wanna try one?”
Ahab took the bottle and looked at him nervously. There weren’t any labels, and the bottle was opaque, so he couldn’t see inside.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing weird. Kurt had one before he left and he said he loved it.”
“OK, cool… thanks,” Ahab said, popping open the bottle’s cap with his beak and giving its contents a sniff. “Aren’t you gonna be hot in that by the end of the night? Should’ve waited for the full moon or something.”
Kyle laughed. “Probably should’ve. We might be cranking the AC later.”
“What? No!” Hall interjected. “It’s already chilly enough”
“Put a shirt on, dumbass,” the other horse said, giving him a playful elbow to the ribs.
Ahab took a sip. There was a surprising depth to the flavor, much more than the relatively flat punch he’d come to expect from parties at Hall’s place. It pushed toward the limit of being too rich and sweet without crossing it, and the feeling of it reaching his belly made the eagle’s stomach tingle.
“Damn, this is… really good. Where did you say you got it?”
“Farmers market downtown,” Kyle said.
“Didn’t that end for the season last week?”
“Well… there were a lot fewer stands this week for sure. But there were still some. This was from a nice older lady with a purple booth. They’re probably done after this week but maybe we can find her again next spring.”
“Huh. I’ll have to keep an eye out.” Ahab didn’t recall seeing anything like that before, but he wasn’t a regular at the farmers market, either.
The party started flowing without much incident after that. Ahab warmed back up to the scene, starting to trust again that there wouldn’t be anything weird happening. It was just a chill night with some friends — hanging out, playing some games, catching up.
Before long, Ahab had finished his bottle and went to go look for another one. He found Hall in the kitchen, chatting with an owl. There were still plenty of the unlabeled bottles left on the counter.
“Am I the only one drinking these?” he asked.
Hall looked around. “You might be. Think everyone else is going for the booze. Feel free to help yourself to more, this is what we bought them for.”
Ahab shrugged, grabbed another bottle, and returned to the party. He took a sip as he started another conversation with Kyle about where he found the drink and what might be in it.
“OK, time to bob for apples!” he heard a voice behind him say.
Ahab whirled around. “Hell no, not this time!”
Hall burst out laughing. “I’m kidding! You’re tense, dude,” he said, rubbing Ahab’s shoulders. “What do you think is gonna happen? No shenanigans, I promised.” One of his hands found his way to Ahab’s groin area. “Unless you want them,” he said, casually groping the eagle.
The bird smirked. “Geez, dude, how much have you had to drink?”
“Not as much as you think,” Hall said. He turned to the other horse. “Hey, how are you supposed to be a werewolf if the blinds are closed? We gotta let that moonlight in.”
He walked over to the window and flung it open with a flourish, the moon in perfect position in the sky to shine directly into the apartment.
Kyle made a big show of doubling over and pretending to turn into a werewolf, growling and snarling, putting maximum effort into it. Laughter filled the room, but Ahab didn’t register any of it. His head was overcome by a loud buzzing that he couldn’t get rid of. He hadn’t tasted any alcohol in the drinks, so he wasn’t drunk. What was it?
He dropped his bottle and clutched his head with both hands. The beverage shattered on the ground, quickly staining the carpet. “Whoa, dude, are you OK?” someone asked.
“Yeah, just a little hot,” Ahab heard himself say, clawing at his shirt to tear it off. Sweat ran down his heaving black chest. He dropped to one knee, trying to catch his breath, the buzzing overwhelming. Even though his eyes were closed, he could still see in his mind the moon shining directly onto him. Instinctively, the eagle let out a long screech.
The rest of the party backed away, concerned. Hall walked over and put a hand on the bird’s back. “Need some water or something?”
Ahab growled and pulled his head up to look at the pinto. His eyes, normally gold, were glowing entirely silver. Hall yelped and stumbled back in alarm.
Ahab’s breathing was steadier now, under control. He couldn’t tell whether the buzzing was beginning to fade, or if he was just getting used to it. He was still sweltering and could feel torrents of sweat rolling down his exposed back.
More than that, though, he felt another, stronger sensation take hold. He began to feel heavier, as if he was quickly putting on mass. He raised a hand to confirm his suspicions and was surprised to see his normally well-filed fingernails extending into long, sharp claws. His entire hand looked larger, too, as did the arm connected to it. Ahab flexed, and his bicep jumped, twice as large as it had been the minute before.
The eagle looked down at the rest of his body. While he was normally on the bulkier end of a swimmer’s body, he was now broad-chested, with enormous muscles rippling down to his abdomen — and still growing, soon matching and then exceeding anything even a professional bodybuilder could hope to accomplish.
Indeed, his entire body seemed to still be growing, as the ground appeared to get farther and farther away. His mane grew fluffier and more disheveled, like an invasive plant given room to grow uncontrollably. Ahab’s thick thighs strained against his pants fabric before ripping them apart, the ruined clothing falling in tatters at his feet.
He felt brief cracks of pain as his legs adjusted to carry his additional weight, shifting into a digitigrade position that Ahab soon found much more comfortable than his formerly plantigrade feet. The eagle tried to stand up to his full height, but bumped his head on the ceiling. Already quite tall before, the bird must’ve doubled in size, approaching 14 or 15 feet tall.
His underwear held out as long as it could, barely containing the eagle’s visibly colossal shaft and bowling ball-sized nuts, both still growing. The bird huffed as he fondled his expanding bulge, only for his boxer briefs to break apart with a snap moments later.
Ahab’s thick shaft quickly rose to attention, beginning to drip a steady stream of precum onto the floor within seconds. He growled with satisfaction and gave his improved endowment a rub, feeling it jump in his hands, eager to breed. He swung around to gaze at Hall, licking his lips as animalistic instincts took over.
The horse retreated as the massive werebird closed in on him, but he had nowhere to go. One powerful thrust of Ahab’s arm was enough to shove him against the wall. Hall yelped as the werebird snarled and slapped his huge, black dick against the horse’s chest. It was almost as wide as he was, and nearly reached his neck. Hall could feel it throbbing with anticipation as he caught a whiff of the eagle’s hot breath, the bird huffing expectantly right in his face. He gulped… but he also felt his own pants grow tighter in the crotch. He’d been after his friend’s dick all night, and he was about to get more than he bargained for.
Tentatively, he leaned his head down and gave the bird’s twitching tip a lick. He was familiar with the taste of the eagle’s precum, but this was far, far more potent, enough to make him recoil a moment before going back in. Ahab grunted with pleasure, glowing silver eyes still focused intently on the horse in front of him.
Hall was acutely aware of the eyes of the rest of the partygoers, all gawking at what was unfolding in front of them. The music had stopped, and the only sounds that could be heard were the werebird’s occasional growls and wet slaps as he grinded his shaft against the horse.
Ahab paid no attention to the setting at all — just the desperate need he felt to release his swollen nuts into something, anything. He panted heavily and pinned Hall up against the wall with a massive hand. The other roughly tore off his pants, leaving the equine exposed with a throbbing dick of his own.
The horse squirmed a bit, but even the former athlete knew he wasn’t going anywhere against the eagle’s supernatural strength. After a few moments, he instead chose to spread his legs, knowing full well what the werebird’s next move would be. As much as he was apprehensive, the stallion’s twitching shaft betrayed how eager he was to feel his friend inside him again — even at a size much larger than usual.
The were-eagle let out a low growl as he began to rub his slick tip against the horse’s pucker. The sheer volume of pre emitted by the dick was such that it took no time at all for the equine’s entrance to become as moist as the huge bird’s shaft.
Hall moaned as he felt Ahab push inside, stretching the horse wider than he’d ever been stretched before. Gradually, the eagle worked his shaft inside, producing a conspicuous bulge on Hall’s abdomen and eventually getting it almost all the way in.
While the werebird’s first push was restrained, almost as if feeling out his partner’s capacity, the rest were not. The eagle quickly got rough, biting the horse’s shoulder with his beak as he thrust recklessly into him, the pair producing a combination of squawks and whinnies that pierced through the silence of their shellshocked audience.
Hall felt an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. Despite all his trysts with Ahab in the past, he’d never been used like this before, as just a warm tube for the eagle to empty his balls into. He gave in, relinquishing what little control he had and becoming little more than a rag doll on the werebird’s cock, bouncing up and down with each aggressive thrust. It took less than a minute for the stallion to erupt, panting in ecstasy as ropes of the horse’s jizz arced high into the air and splattered across his chest.
But Ahab wasn’t finished yet, and he took Hall’s open mouth as an invitation. The werebird quickly moved in for a kiss, forcing his tongue into the horse’s throat. “MMMMFFF,” Hall moaned in surprise, eyes wide. He squirmed, adjusting as best he could to return this kiss while the massive eagle continued to roughly fuck him below, plugging the horse from both ends.
The werebird humped his ass mercilessly, the huge balls below large enough to slap against the horse with each swing even though the eagle couldn’t fit his entire dick inside the stretched pinto. Ahab’s thrusts grew more and more frenzied, and Hall knew he was getting close.
Without warning, Hall suddenly felt the huge eagle erupt inside him, the monster dick plastering his insides with hot, thick werebird cum. Ahab moaned as he unloaded inside his friend, still sloppily kissing the horse until finally, as his orgasm began to taper off, he withdrew, a thick string of saliva hanging between their tongues. The horse gasped, as much at the sight of his swollen belly as because of his need for air.
Ahab pulled out and a waterfall of cum poured from Hall’s used asshole. The werebird sighed and ran one finger along the horse’s chin, raising his head to look him in the eyes. Then he grinned and uttered the first word he’d spoken since his transformation. “Good,” he growled. Hall shuddered.
The werebird relaxed his grip on the pinto and let him slide down the wall onto the ground, where he sat panting. Ahab’s cock pulsed as it shot one more rope, this one landing on the face of the spent horse.
But Hall didn’t seem to notice. Nor was he perturbed by his bloated belly, which upon further observation seemed to be shrinking away abnormally quickly. Instead, he was holding his head, eyes shut tight, muttering something about the moonlight and a buzzing noise.
A smile spread across Ahab’s face as he watched his friend begin to grow in size, the already well-built pinto bulking up until he rivaled Ahab’s own massive frame. When the werehorse opened his eyes, they had the same silvery glow as Ahab’s. The two shared another kiss, both their cocks already fully erect and throbbing once again.
They turned to look back at the rest of the party, which seemed to be divided into two camps: terrified and aroused. Ahab shook his head and gestured to Hall to follow him.
With one punch, Ahab shattered the window. He leapt out, with Hall close behind, and the two werebeasts loped into the woods — their Halloween night just beginning.
Kyle finally broke the silence. “I’m uh… gonna see if there are any more of those drinks Ahab was having,” he said, edging toward the kitchen.