“I’m not going out dressed like this.” Tim said clutching the doorway while Stew tried to drag him out.
(Yes you are.) Stew thought stamping his hooves trying to drag Tim along.
(We’ve practiced for weeks. This is our big opportunity.)
Tim held on with all his mighty, his three hard hoof fingers digging into the wood. (Chad still hasn’t fully recovered. What if something happens?) Tim was just making up excuses for them to not go out today, both Chad and Stew knew this.
They had all worked hard over the course of weeks and now Tim was nervous. All there sleeping in the stables. Rasioning thrown away lunches, and practicing in the field at midnight was about to go to waist. Tim blew air out his muzzle holding onto the frame with all his stallion strength. (Come on Tim.) Chad thought (Don’t be a woose.)
Tim let out a horse neigh and let go of the frame, letting Tim carry them to the football game. “Alright you two win.” Tim said aloud closing his eyes.
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The Stallions were loosing 27: 30 to the Vikings. The crowd didn’t look enthused. Until the unexpected happened.
To the left a high quality horse mascot costume came into view of the crowd. Everyone stopped watching the game, even the players to stair in aw at the level of detail on the creature.
The way the muscles moved, the bending of the legs, the twitching of the ears, the swatting back and forth of the tail. Even the smell for those in the front row. All these factors added up to make the horse costume as realistic as possible. Some in the front row even wondered if it was a costume, they couldn’t see what could be a zipper on the stallion anthro’s increasingly muscular back.
The crowd was silent, all eyes on Chad, Tim, and Stew as they stood in the middle of the football field in nothing more than school colored shorts and the sweat dripping down there shared anthro horse body for more than a minute bringing a stop to the game.
“LETS GO STALLIONS!” Tim called in his deep voice flexing before the crowd.
The Stallion fans cheered and the Vikings fans looked like they would puke. Stew was fully erect soaking up all the cheers as Tim flexed shirtless before the crowd, trying to take there eyes off Stews raging hard on.
(I’m going to kill you both for making me do this after.) Tim thought, neither Chad nor Stew responded...