“Come on man we have to go!” shouted Scotty to Eric, his face seeming to get more and more attractive by the
second.
“Why Scotty? You saw how hot it that last race was, this one is going to be even better.” responded Eric in a
very calm tone.
Scotty couldn't help but note how gorgeous Eric was becoming. He was actually beginning to find the
idea of seeing Eric get transformed into a beautiful stallion rather arousing. In fact, he was getting
aroused by how great all of the men around him were looking. Deep down, Scotty wanted to be just like them.
“Scotty! What the hell are you doing! Grab Eric and let's go!” Riley's shouting broke Scotty out of his trance
and back to reality, but only for a moment. Part of him seemed to forget why there such a rush.
Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts, Scotty looked up at Eric, at his beautiful ears
and then down to his gorgeous tail. He thought Eric looked so wonderful and secretly felt the urge to be just
like him. At that moment he felt a slight tingle in his ears and another near his tailbone. He slowly reached
his hands up and felt his ears. They were slowly moving and changing, repositioning and reshaping into those
of a horse. He felt something brush again his legs and looked back, seeing a tail. These changes filled him
with joy. Now he was just like them. Gorgeous soon-to-be stallions. A thought began to form in his mind, a
thought about racing, running as fast as he could and showing all the other men around him that he was the
fastest.
Riley watched in disbelief as Scotty's ears and tail grew. A strong part of him wanted to go and rescue his
friends but after seeing what happened to Scotty, an even stronger part was telling him to run and save
himself. He started to yell one last time to Scotty, but was interrupted by the sound of the announcer coming
through the speakers. He didn't notice the two men following after him.
“Looks like we have a new contestant to this race folks, let's give him a warm welcome!” Unable to be heard
through the chorus of yelling fans, Riley turned and ran. He had to get as far away as possible.
Scotty was ecstatic, the urge to race with the rest of the men had grown even stronger and then he
announcer had confirmed his new dream. He was actually going to race with them. Scotty walked away from Eric
and took his place at the starting line. The only thing separating him from the others was his attire. They
were all dressed up as they should be and he was wearing casual clothing. Scotty didn't care though, he was
going to race, that was all that mattered. He could see that the last of the tattered clothing of the previous
race was being removed.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen, the next race will begin soon! I hope all our fine racers are ready!” shouted
the announcer, his voice full of energy and easily sent the crowd into a frenzy.
Scotty was ready. Eric was ready. All the other men were ready.
“On your marks!” shouted the announcer. All the men, Scotty included, crouched down, ready to take off as soon
the gates opened.
“Get set!....GO!”
The gates flew open and they were off. Scotty took off with a speed he didn't know he had, passing
several of the racers and ran side by side with Eric. He had never felt so alive in his entire life. About
halfway around the track and Scotty had passed Eric and was only one person away from first place. He needed
more speed, more power.
Scotty watched the person in front him him begin to stagger and slow down, his body seemed to be
ballooning out. Scotty quickly passed the man but soon felt strange himself. He kept running as best he could,
but with his rapidly changing body, it was becoming harder to run like a human. He could feel inside his
shoes, his feet and toes where changing, lengthening out and his toes fused together and became hooves. He
easily slipped out of his shoes as his pants began to tear from his rapidly expanding lower body.
He began to slow more and felt his fingers and arms begin to change in the same manner of his legs and
feet. His fingers clenched into a fist and hardened into hooves and his arms stretched and became the front
legs of a horse. He also noted that his nostrils seemed larger and his head had seemed to elongate out, taking
on more of a equine appearance. He stumbled on his hooves and fell, somehow, he managed to catch himself from
falling with his front legs, his body quickly repositioning itself, locking Scotty in a four legged stance. He
never missed a step though, after that brief stagger, he resumed running on all fours. He felt a tingle flow
though his body as fur sprouted all around it. He felt so free, so alive.
Finally his face finished its transformation into a horse, completing his change. Scotty was the first horse
to cross the finish line and was filled with pride. He slowed to a stop and watched as the other horses
finished the race. Eric came in second and the other racers followed suit.
“Looks like we have another bunch of winners folks! Let's give them all a big hand!” shouted the announcer
Scotty saw a something slide over his head and felt something cold and metallic slide into his mouth.
He turned and saw a man near him, adjusting the bridle he had just put on him. The quickly attached some
reigns and led Scotty into the back of a horse trailer. He watched as the man grabbed another bridle and
slipped it on Eric, leading him into the trailer. Once by one the horses were put into the trailer.
“Alright folks, let's meet the line-up for the third race!”
Scotty turned his head towards the entrance to the field. He saw a bunch of men with horse ears and tails,
dressed up like all the others racers so far. What he didn't expect to see was Riley, who was walking in line
with the other racers, his horse ears and tail accenting him nicely. Scotty neighs a greeting to Riley but
he's too far away to really hear it, but he was happy.
“Riley will make a great stallion.” Scotty thought to himself as he leaned down to nibble on the hay that was
laying in the trailer.
He didn't even notice as the trailer jerked into motion and they drove away.