Cowboys and Indians
Taking a break from my long story to give you all something fun and in the spirit of Halloween to read. I hope you enjoy!
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"We're broke", Carter said with a sigh, looking at the bank balance on the computer screen, turning to look at his roommate, and friend, "The hottest Halloween rave of the year, and we can't even afford costumes."
James looked at his friend, and sighed a moment, walking over and putting a pair of tanned hands on the lanky blonde's shoulders as he stared at the screen as well, "We're not broke-broke, man... look... let's go down and check out the thrift stores or something. I'm sure we'll get some inspiration on the cheap." Patting down hard, he added with a shake of his head, "Besides... you're just trying to impress a girl. And you know how that ends."
Adjusting his glasses a moment, an open backhand went to smack the well-toned medical student and sent one of his pecs bouncing, before Carter brought his hand back down to rub his knuckles, "We've been in the same math classes for a year now, and I've tried everything man. Maybe if she sees that I'm cool and stylish she'll finally pay attention to me."
The bigger man just sighed, and walked back to his bed on his end of the dorm room, and pulled out a small shoebox, one where he put a little money each stipend check he got was stashed. There wasn't much in his emergency fund, maybe less than a hundred dollars, but James was used to making his dollars stretch since he was young. James then looked up, and said, "Allright, allright... enough talking about Jessie, the girl of your deviant fantasies, and lets get outta here. Worse comes to worse you can just grab some of that SCA gear you have stashed in the closet and go as Sir Robin the Brave."
Getting up from his chair, Carter laughed a bit at his dorm-mate, "Never should have introduced you to Monty Python. I've been suffering for it ever since!" Reaching over for his jacket, the smaller of the pair pushed into a pair of walking sandals over his socks and then just let off a nod, "Fine then, Mister Perfect... you've won this round." Pointing a hand to the sky, he remembered to grab his glasses before adding, "But I will plan anew, and victory shall be mine!"
Not many noticed the 'fiendish' laugh as the pair stepped out of the shared college dorm and out into the cold afternoon air of the campus. The short walk to the bus ride into the old town that surrounded the college was a quiet one, the pair looking around and watching the world go by, and the stormclouds threatening rain and ruining the plans for the evening of an open air rave in costume. Neither of them was much for the club scene, but all the profits were actually going to help a local animal shelter, which made it something both the guys could get behind.
Stepping off the bus and into a row of buildings that still had their fading art deco facades, James motioned along the street for his friend, a polite smile on his face as if playing his escort. Carter responded with a falsely effete bow of his head, and hopped off to look around. Hands back into his pockets, he turned and looked at James, "Seriously, I don't know why you like this part of town... there's no wireless, everything 's old... can't even find a good coffee shop."
Cuffing his friend softly on the back of the head, James replied, "Everything old was young once, and everything here was new once... you're just ticked because this was pre-Internet stone age. But c'mon... don't think on it like that. Think of the possibilities!"
As the pair walked along, they passed an old-time barber, a bakery shop that they popped into and had Carter experience an actual handmade cinnamon roll for the first time, and finally at the end of the row they came across an antique shop.
"C'mon, " James said with a gleam in his eyes, "These kinds of places always have the best stuff. Let's check it out!"
Carter looked for a long moment at the slightly browned glass and the painted fancy lettering in the window before finally acceding to his friend's whims, "Fine... you get five minutes inside."
The pair entered, and an old bell actually chimed above the door, pushed by an iron rod attached to the door, and from out behind the counter came an old man of Native American descent with skin like leather and long hair in a single braid before him, small round glasses sitting on a broad nose, "Hello there, boys. Ah... James. Good to see you again. What brings you in today?"
James actually approached the old man and gave him a hug, patting his shoulders, "Oh, just wanted to come in and take a poke around, see if anything inspired us. It is Samhain after all."
As Carter watched, the old man laughed, and patted back on the tall and muscular young man before separating and approaching him, looking him up and down as the aging man moved with a sense of purpose that made even the lanky nerd smile a bit, "Hello, Sir." He tried politely.
Adjusting his glasses, the old man turned back to James and just nodded, "You're right. Allright, take a look around."
James put his hands on Carter, and guided him off towards the interior, saying to him in a low voice, "He's a war veteran and a good guy... we've talked a few times, and he's got some of the most amazing stories I've ever heard. He was what they called a Codetalker."
Carter replied in surprise, "You mean like in the movie Wind Talkers?"
Nodding back , James went past some old metal tea sets and dusty places, before replying, "Yeah, but this is the real thing, not Hollywood. Anyways... here we are."
And the two saw two very spare rows of old clothing and a few marked reproductions. But what immediately drew Carter's eye was something behind a glass case. It was a post-civil war era army uniform, the faded blue with the gold of an officer, complete with the cavalry cap and sabre. Even the white gloves they wore. Pressing his hand to the glass for a moment, the lanky young man breathed out, making it fog and clear as he couldn't help but admire how clean and how intact it was.
"When I bought that, I was told the man who wore it was shot for disobeying orders... orders he thought was unfair, " Came the cracked voice of the old Indian behind him, "I heard tell he refused to allow a small tribe to be run off their land. It wasn't in the way of the railroad, but the Army wanted it to build a base. But the land was sacred to them. No one's sure why, but the uniform's real. Even looks like it would fit you. Would you like to try it on?"
Carter turned and faced the old man for a long moment, before giving a non-committal shrug, "Sure, I mean... it's really old, aren't you afraid it'll far apart?"
"No, son... I don't think it will. Go on..." And with that the case was unlocked and Carter was left to see and then feel the fabric of the coat. Taking it down, he pulled off his own fading peacoat, and then pulled the jacket around his chest. It was cut to a spare man, and when he pulled it into place, he turned and in the wan reflection of the glass, he had to admit, it fit nice. Then he took the gloves and tried them on, just before taking down the saber and actually giving it an experimental swing. When he did so, something like a buzzing sting went up his arm, and he ended up dropping it, and rubbing at his hand.
As he reached down to pick the blade back up, he saw James. And his mouth was left open for a long moment as James walked out in a pair of native American breeches that clung like a second skin to his thighs and groin, and his chest was bare save for one of those odd bone and wood pieces that was worn in front like some cross between armor and decoration. A choker and armbands finished it off as the more muscular, well-tanned young man said with a smirk, "Greetings, White man."
Carter stood up, not touching the sword while he ended up adjusting his glasses and replied, "Wow... you look..." Gulping once as it was rare to admit these kinds of things, "You look good..." Never having considered James attractive in any fashion, something about him stood out.
The native dressed one reached down and tried to pick up the saber, and then winced as it stung him as well, but then picked it up a second time and passed it over, "You shouldn't be playing with things like this, you'll cut yourself, Sir Robin."
The nerdy young man laughed and then said, "You know... I think this works. We'll take em!"
Amazingly, Carter was only charged fifty dollars for the entire uniform, including the pistol belt, and an old pair of round glasses that the Native American man had behind the counter. Going home with a box in his arms, he felt sort of buzzed and ended up staying close to James the entire time, even so far as to lean on him, as he mumbled out, "We're going to rock this party..."
James put a thick arm around him, and ended up growling back in a low voice that seemed a bit deeper than usual, "They won't know what hit them. We both need to get back and get ready."
The short hop back to the dorm room seemed to take an eternity for the pair, and once the door was closed, Carter immediately dropped the box onto his bed, unwrapped the sword from it's cloth and began to look it all over. Something about it made him more excited than ever, like he was just about to step outside of himself and even though he would never admit it, but being so close to James, and seeing what James was dressed as also made him rather horny.
He'd never been one to say if he was gay or straight, instead just saying that he was exploring. He knew it was an excuse, but it was better than nothing, since the woman he wanted really had no clue who he was.
Pulling on the clothing, Carter was surprised to find how well it fit, and how regal it made him look, the gold on blue-grey, the boots even sitting well on his feet. As he sheathed the sword, and then put on the old glasses, something felt RIGHT about it all, and he marched with a bit of purpose around the corner from the sleeping area to where James had been behind a cloth curtain he hung at nights when Carter was on the computer, and the other man wanted to sleep.
He stopped, and stared, as James was there, in the attire, but his cock was out and he was stroking away at it with a furious abandon, eyes lidded as he panted for breath. Carter looked down at his friend and never had considered him in this fashion before. Gulping once, he did something that was completely against his character. He knelt down between Carters legs, and put his mouth on the tip of the waiting shaft, making the working hand pause as James rasped out, "Carter?"
The more he tasted it, the easier it was, and the further into his mouth James' dick went. But as he sucked, his face began to pale slightly, and his hair started to grow out behind him, turning from a short-but blonde mess into something much more luxuriant. Above him, James' tanned skin started to pale as well, before turning an almost unearthly shade of grey. Both became too consumed with the erotic moment of an unspoken lust that had lingered between the pair, neither noticed as a smooth grey pelt of brown-grey began to push out on James' body, and claws started to grow out from his fingertips, while Carter's skin started to show varying brown and white painted splotches.
Discomfort overtook Carter as he looked up at his friend, and there was a sound of ripping as his rump began to push out, straining the fabric of his uniform pants, and pushing at his boots. Standing up in fear, he looked to James, who's body was rolling and rippling with muscle, standing up and loosing a long and heavy growl as from behind, a long tail began to push out, a black tip along the grey-tan fur, and his ears melded back into his head, reforming on top in a pair of cat's ears. James... or whoever it was there that used to be James growled out in a lusty voice, "Don't fight it... it feels so good when you embrace it."
The shoulders of the coat burst, and seam lines tore as Carter's muscles pushed out, warping and reforming, bones inside popping and growing as his mouth pushed out away from his head, and his eyes turned to the side. As the blind spot in the center of his forehead formed he snorted out loudly as an equine whinny escaped him, only to be answered by a cougar's snarl from James. The last thing to give was the boots as hooves caused the leather stitching around the base to burst from the distortion.
Falling to his hands and knees, Carter felt the raw power running through his system, and the front of his pants finally burst, leaving him with a pair of fat equine balls in dark brown, and a thick and mottled black and pink cock pointing out a foot and a half from it, slapping into his belly. As his new tail formed, the painted stallion felt thick feline pads grabbing the base like a stirrup and a lusty feline growl came to his ear, "I don't know what the fuck just happened, Carter... but I'm glad it did..."
And with that he thrust into his former friend turned strange lover and almost immediately came. His cock was nothing in comparison to Carter's huge horse length, but it was thick, and the barbs pushed out to catch and tease inside the stallion's bowels. Pre spurted over the ruins of the the shirt that had been under the officer's coat as the lanky boy was turned into more than four hundred pounds of blonde-maned equine might. Muscles shifted and flexed along that body as he pushed back on the short, thick cigar of a cock that scratched inside of him, and then came a deliciously painful bite of feline fangs on the back of his mane as James lost his nut inside of his new horselover.
The cougar snarled into it, gripping his claws into a thick hide that took some effort on his own powerful frame, scratching those flanks and adding his own brand onto the horseman, huffing as his eyes closed and white fire lanced through his mind, the orgasm ripping out several hard blows of cat cream as his balls swelled to almost twice their size. Yanking free almost as soon as he'd finished, James growled into the stallion's ear, "Fuck me."
Standing up, Carter now towered to seven feet at the ears, his pecs going wide and thick, his nipples large, dark brown, and pointing down and out in a true bodybuilder fashion. Thighs like treetrunks that had the remainders of the uniform clung around him like an erotic version of the Hulk moved as he grabbed at the equally powerful feline thighs and legs, forcing them up and over, finding that despite the fact that the cougar man was as built as a brick shithouse, he was still as flexible as any other cat.
Getting himself in position, the stallion just let instinct take over, and pounded into that waiting pucker, making James yowl out like he was in heat, but then shoved his thick forearm into that gaping maw to stifle the sound and keep their dorm mates from hearing what was happening. But their immediate neighbors might have felt the single bed rocking and pounding into the wall as the stallion rutted into the cougar with a wild abandon that their human counterparts would never have considered. Collectively they grunted, growled, bit each other until blood was drawn, practically fought each other in the midst of that disturbingly thick equine phallus pounding away at the cougar's ass, slapping his balls repeatedly into the cat's backside as his legs ended around Carter's shoulders, digging toeclaws into his back and scoring him hard.
Something about the blood and the violence got Carter's ardor going even further. A creak and a strain came from the old wooden frame, just before part of the support snapped, and the pair landed on the ground in a heap. But James took advantage of the moment to roll the horse on his back, sit up, and tuck his legs to force that cock all the way to the hilt as he snarled out, "I said fuck me, you ugly pale bastard, not massage my ass!"
Powerful hands that looked like a pair of white gloves with black nails latched onto thick feline thighs that felt like leather encasing granite as the stallion whickered back deeply, "We'll see what breaks first, you goat fucker, me, or your ASS!"
Thrusting up to the point that his ass was pounding on the floor and making some of the room shake, James thrusted his ass back down on the massive prick filling him almost to the point of pain, but their wants and their lusts outweighed logic and reason anymore. They were beasts now, and needed to sate their urge to fuck. Rubbery lips suddenly forced themselves on cut on fangs as the pair kissed, and then roared into each other's mouths as the bell flare formed up and distorted the eight pack abdominal the cougar sported, followed by the first of many gushes of that potently fragrant equine seed that mingled with the heat of the moment.
They remained there, kissing and rocking against each other as they rode out the horse's peak, until finally the large paint fell back with a groan, and looked up at his new mate. James stared back, the same confidence and the same self-assuredness as before and said as his ass squeezed the huge pole still buried in him, "We still gonna go to the rave, stud? Because right now all I want to do is stain the ceiling with cum and then go eat something hot and raw... like a blue steak."
The big stallion chuckled back and stroked his mane in a rather vain manner, "The rave... fuck Jessie... I just wanna go to show off now." Looking over towards where the sword sat, he then looked back at James, and his mind suddenly reeled, before saying, "You know... if we can't change back... I think it'd be fun to have some friends, don't you?"
The cougar reached up for the blade, and pulled it out, looking at it for a moment before seeing the blood and dirt mingled in the blood groove. There was a sudden and rather evil grin on James' face, "Yeah... it'd be boring to have no one else to fuck while you're off in class..."
It took some effort to dislodge himself from Carter's cock, but with those big shoulders of the stallion's to lean on, and his own powerful legs to push with, the cougar stood up, reaching out a hand to help his mate, even as that horse's seed drooled out his ass and down between his thighs. Carter got a view of those hefty nuts the cat was packing and just smiled as he stood.
When the pair showed up at the rave, they were lauded for their costumes, a cougar native American warrior, and a horse barbarian warrior, and as the rave kicked off to a full swing, the press of bodies hid the sting of the blade as the pair passed it back and forth, making their way up to the DJ's booth. No one noticed until some began to grow out of their costumes, embracing each other in carnal desire. The DJ noticed, but was the last to know, but by then, his lion's mane was forming while his chested pushed out to an epic level, and he leaned on his amps as James' cock slammed into his ass.
He roared out to the crowd as his seed stained under the table, but he was answered by dozens of hisses, growls, howls, barks, yips, and even a few raptor's cries.
James stood up and walked around the front of the stage, tossing off the rest of his spare costume and yowled out to the crowd, "LET'S PARTY!"