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Hallow's Eve at Mile High

Coulter DarkClaw

Gerard looked across the empty field. He loved his nightly walks across it, yet today there was something off. He felt as if he were being watched. By what he did not know, so he just shrugged it off. He moved on double checking each bench making sure that nothing had been left behind by the players. He knew nothing would be, but still he checked. Then, walking across the fifty yard line, he checked the away team's bench. He had to admit that night watch could be annoying and creepy, but he reveled in the rush it gave him, too. He was able to walk on the same field in which Manning played, in which Tebow, Cutler, Plummer and Griese had played before him. The same field in which so many greats had played and so many more would be made. That thought made a tear fall from his eye.

Gerard looked down the field and in his mind's eye he saw the Bronco's o-line set up before him. It was fourth and long with fifteen seconds left in the fourth quarter they were down three and this was a last ditch drive. He set up just as Peyton would; called out the play; threw out an Omaha just for the fun of it; called hike and caught the hiked ball and set himself up in the pocket and even mimicked Peyton's throwing style. The ball flew in a perfect spiral arc for a good twenty yards before being caught by Wes Welker who juked around the linemen trying to tackle him and ran in for a twenty-five yard run in to the end zone for a touchdown. The crowd exploded as Gerard watched the game clock tick down to eight seconds. He ran in pumping his fist congratulating himself internally.

As he ran in, though, his daydream dissolved. Sitting on the Bronco's starter bench was Miles. The big mascot head was shaking as the man inside mimed laughter. "Um...Hello, Miles. Can I help you?" The security officer asked, puzzled. As he waited for an answer he reached for his Taser, ready to shock whomever was in the suit.

The mascot shook his head side to side and then held up a finger. Wait one. The man in the suit lifted his head to take it off. Gerard slowly removed the Taser from the holster with his index finger on the trigger guard. He wanted to be ready for whatever happened. After all, it was Halloween. Anything could happen tonight. The spirits were out in full force and nobody knew that better than he.

What he saw when the man removed the mascot head made him drop the gun completely. Inside of the miles suit was not a human being. Inside the suit was an Arabian horse head attached to a neck bulging with muscles. "Hello, Gerard." The being said in a silk-smooth voice.

"H...Hello. Who a...are y...you?" Gerard stuttered.

The horse's nickering laugh startled Gerard even more, "You know who I am, Gerard. You just said my name."

"M...Mi...Miles?"

"Yup that's me. I am the spirit who watches over this team." He nodded. The white of his fur almost glowing in the moonlight.

"Wh...Why?" Gerard managed.

The Stallion canted its head to the side "Why am I here? I'm here to grant you your wish, my dear friend. I'm here to grant you the abilities you wish you had. And in a way I'm sure you'll enjoy." The smirk that set itself on Mile's face gave Gerard pause. What had he meant by that?

In the next second Miles appeared behind Gerard and snaked his arms under Gerard's and started rubbing his chest and stomach sensually. Without him even realizing what was happening Gerard was out of his clothes and leaning over. "Wh...What's going on?" He looked behind him as he asked the question. There stood Miles in the nude with his eighteen-inch-long penis resting in one of his hands.

Apparently to answer Gerard's question, Miles slapped his penis against the man's bare ass before he rested it in the cleft and began hotdogging Gerard with a vigor. "I'm taking you like a mare. That's what's happening, Gerard. Now be a good mare and stay quiet."

When Miles pulled back far enough to let his glans fall to level with Gerard's anus, he tried to scurry away. However as he tried to move away, he felt leather cufflettes appear on his wrists. He wanted to scream for help, but he was afraid what Miles would do and he also remembered that Miles said he was 'granting a wish'. He wondered how fucking him would grant his wish to make it in the pros, but he wanted to see where this would go.

Miles wasted no time in being gentle. He didn't even warn Gerard before thrusting his entire monstrosity of a cock into Gerard's virgin hole. Gerard screamed. Miles slapped him hard on the ass making Gerard yelp again, "What did I say about talking, mare?"

Miles groaned, "Fuuuuuck...so tight. You were virgin, weren't you?"

Gerard just nodded his head vigorously as tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Miles nickered again as he began pistoning in and out of Gerard's rear. Gerard cried silently as the horse vigorously pounded him into the ground with his overenthusiastic thrusts. He heard the horse nicker again and wondered why.

Then he felt it. His knees and the back of his arms were warmer than they should have been. He bowed his head in shame. "That's right, mare. I knew you'd enjoy this."

What Gerard didn't feel however, were the subtle changes that were occurring to his body. First he grew a good three inches in height, going from a decent six one to six four and some change. Next came some muscle mass. He went from a slightly pudgy 200 pounds to a fit 215 and more kept coming as Miles continued to pound him into the ground. The change that was occurring was not over yet. The biggest change was yet to come.

As Miles got closer and closer his breathing became more and more labored. The sight which he beheld made him envious. The man before him had gone from a six-foot-one, 200 pound, out-of-shape security guard to a six-foot-four behemoth of a man with the build of an NFL wide receiver. But the changes weren't done; as Miles watched white peach fuzz grew out all around his body. And the nub of his tailbone began to lengthen while it too grew white fur. Gerard's nose and mouth began to darken to black and his ears began to move up his head while taking on a shape more reminiscent of a horse's ears. After his ears finished their exodus to the top of his head, the bones of his skull began to take shape. First his nose and mouth began to push out and his nose and mouth melded into one unit. They flattened and rounded until the shape was an almost exact replica of Miles' own muzzle. Then his phalanges in his foot started to fuse into one as did his metatarsals and tarsal bones. The Metatarsus that had formed slowly began to elongate. His phalanx or what had been his toe bones became a hoof. His Legs went through a complete transformation to mirror the legs of feral horses. Now he stood at six and a half feet easy. The fur had completely come in at this point and Gerard's features had disappeared. With the exception of his relatively average five-inch cock.

When Miles realized that it toppled him over the edge and he came hard in his new mare's ass. And as if in reaction to his cum Gerard's penis grew to two feet in length the glans flattening out completely and flaring as would a horse's penis. As his medial ring popped into place Gerard let loose a flood virile semen.

Both Stallions panted extremely heavily as Miles pulled out of Gerard's ass. As Gerard stood up his penis retreated back into his sheath. He stood and hugged Miles hard. "Thanks Miles. I've never felt this good in my entire life."

Miles was shocked for a moment before he returned the hug. "Happy Halloween, love. I'm so glad this worked out."

"Oh, hun it was perfect. Where'd you find the ability to turn me into a horse?"

"Pierre's Shoppe du Magic. Only open on Halloween." Miles nickered.

"Hun, did I ever tell you how much I can never repay you for this job."

"Oh, Gerard it was the least I could do. I mean you helped me come to terms with my sexuality. On this very night. Ten years ago." Miles said.

"You beautiful stallion, that was the least I could do for one so precious."

"You know that this was the night we turned you too. The real Miles was something else, wasn't he?"

"My god, that was the most painful experience in my life, but the best thing as well."

"That rod, though. Must have been three feet long at least."

"More like four. My ass still hurts just thinking about it."

"Was it worth it?"

"Definitely."

"Go again?"

"You top."

"Sounds good to me."