{"sf1_id":505164,"sf2_id":"ve39KDpn","title":"The Stallion Roomate","author":"trainperson","words":844,"posted_at":"2013-02-23T04:39:00.000Z","tags":["Horse","Transformation","roomate"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/505164-the-stallion-roomate","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve39KDpn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b7/32/b7329116-739a-43f6-889e-744abd89c806","description":"A short story I wrote back in 2009 and its about a friend finding a secret about his roomate.","content":"At first I could not see a problem with the man who had come to rent a spare room at my house in the country. He was tall, athletically built, had brown hair, and a kind face. He introduced himself as Mitch. We had agreed to a price of one hundred dollars a month plus utilities. He was a nice person; we would tell each other stories and have some of our meals together, and as time went by we became good friends.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe only thing is that on some days he would vanish with out a trace, and would be gone for three days in a row. When he returned he looked pale and be sick in the stomach. No matter how hard I tried to ask him and help him, he would not answer.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOne afternoon Mitch came to lunch and I had to ask, \"I hate to ask, but where do you go for those three days?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh don't worry about it Ben,\" said Mitch waving his hand dismissively.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter word I promised myself, to find out his secret. As the day went by I figured out that on every other Thursday he would vanish, and today was Thursday. As the day went by I followed Mitch around everywhere. When night came upon the place like a blanket, I went to his room and hid in the closet; he entered and didn't close the door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA few minutes elapsed then it came. Suddenly his face lengthened in to a snout, his eyes reformed, his neck lengthened and thickened and became covered in brown fur plus a mane, with a white streak that went down his face. His arms and legs grew longer, and his feet and hands changed into hooves; a tail shot out, and the rest of his body changed into the shape of a horse. The horse looked around, neighed, and sniffed the air, my heart pounded, and I knew he could smell me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Come out, Ben, I know you are in here,\" said the horse.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI had no intention of moving, I figured after a few minutes he would just ignore me, leave, and I could move out later. \"Come out, my friend, I won't bite,\" urged Mitch again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI slowly opened the door, and stood there, keeping my composure. \"Come on, you can touch me,\" he said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI walked closer and put my hand on his neck and stroked his fur, I finally asked, \"Why didn't you tell me?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I figured you would think of me as a freak,\" responded Mitch.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh, come on, we're friends for crying out loud; I would have understood,\" I said, trying to sound sympathetic.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI went to bed after a while, with the thought that my roommate and friend was a stallion. This danced in my head for a while till I went to sleep. The next morning when I got up, I had forgotten about it until I heard hooves coming my way. Then the brown horse walked up to the table. My eyes widened, and it all came back to me. \"Good morning, Ben,\" said Mitch.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Morning,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSeveral minutes passed, and I was dead silent. \"What's wrong,\" asked Mitch.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm still trying to get a grip with the fact that you're a horse,\" I said truthfully.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe horse dropped his head, and said quietly, \"Do I make you feel uncomfortable and wish me to leave,\" he asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No, no, it is just a little odd, though I have to say, it is unique,\" I rubbed his nose for a couple of seconds.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey, come out here,\" he said pointing his head to the door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Where,\" I asked?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Just come on,\" he neighed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stood up and opened the door for him. He bolted out, and I followed him. We went out to the front yard and Mitch stopped and lowered himself down on his two front legs. I got the gist and I climbed on his back. He rose up, turned his head to me and asked, \"Ready?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes,\" and with that he shot forward, and I desperately held his mane.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter a few minutes of pure fear I start enjoying the sensation and the freedom of this ride. Finally he started to slow down and stopped, I caught my breath and after he lowered himself down, I climbed back down. Then I looked at him. He seems to be smiling. \"So how was that?\" he asked. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That was terrific; we'll have to do that more often,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe let out a laughing neigh, and said, \"True. Now how about some oats.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter that we rode together for the next two days, then he turned back to a human, and I have to admit it was odd at first but he was the same soul regardless of whether he was a human or horse, he was my good friend.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}