(Woman to Deer to Anthro Deer)


Hey, Danny.  How’s it going?  I need you to come down.  It happened, and I’m single again.

I know, I know, you were right, but shut up about that.  It happened.  Claire broke up with me.  She gave me two of the happiest years of my life, she was the girl of my dreams, and she just gives up on me.  Guess why, though?  She said she wanted me to find someone better.  She was literally perfect, and...  I can’t keep talking about this.  Typing.  Whatever.
So, I’m sitting on the couch—you know the old blue one in my apartment?  You should, you’ve crashed there often enough.  I’m sitting there, and like an idiot, I ask her to repeat herself.  Claire says it again: she’s breaking up with me.  I try and ask her, to beg her not to.  I’m on my knees—this is my soulmate, my future, my everything.  Hell, you were coming up here to help me set up for my proposal!
And Claire keeps saying “No, no, I’ve made my decision.”  And I try and tell her it’s a stupid decision—that doesn’t go over too hot, by the way.  Neither does my attempt to tell her to be rational about this, to give me a better reason than ‘she wants me to move on’.  I break down, stammering, doing my best not to lose it after I’ve lost everything.  She says I look like a deer in the headlights.
And that’s when I lose it.
I’m not entirely proud of what I did, but at the same time, I’m freaking proud, man.  I snap up my hand, send out a pulse of energy.  It’s so strong that it knocks her flat on her ass, and before she knows what’s happening, she’s got hooves.  Mark it down Danny, emotion really affects how magic works.  Anyways, these hooves—on her legs, I mean—make it real hard for her to stand up, and she tries; tries hard to stand.
Claire rolls onto her side, slapping a hand on the ground to help her get up—only it’s not a hand anymore, it’s a hoof too.  Then she tries to scream, but I see the motion and soundproof the room.  She keeps hollering as her chest just—just inflates, shredding her clothes.  It was weird to see it happen so quickly, her breasts sinking back into her new chest.  The fur covers her entire body, like wildfire.  I mean it, she gets covered in less than a minute.
I think this is where she realizes it’s not going to stop, and she tries to say something to me.  Maybe she wanted to ask me to stop, maybe to curse me out.  I don’t know; what comes out of her mouth is animal-like grunting and nonsensical bawling.  She knocks over a table as she gets to all fours, but before she can do anything to me, the humanity’s gone from her eyes.
You know my work—I’m damn good at mental changes.  She just sits there idly as her face expands into a deer’s muzzle.  And I have to laugh as I realize she’s still got her hair, that thick black hair that I fall in love with.  She deer snorts and shakes its head, the hair flipping like she used ti, and I think it’s just the funniest damn thing I’ve seen.
Anyways, I start drinking, I see that she’s got human hair, and I think a little harder.  Maybe I could still make this work.  I mean, I’m good with mental changes, right?  There’s nothing to keep me from keeping her as my girlfriend.  So I do some changes, make her about 50-50.  You know, give her her hands back, slim down the muzzle, some more free thought, a great pair of...  Tits.  Was gonna try and think of something else to say there, drew a blank.  But she keeps doing that thing where she shakes her hair, and she’s still deer enough that it’s funny.
You need to come down here and see it, it’s hilarious.  Oh, and you also need to help me move her to your farm.  We’re also a little drunk.  Don’t judge me, drunk deer are hilarious.  And hey, when we sober up, she’ll be a wonder to move.  Made her just as tame as a dog.  Also as horny as one, but I’m not sure how to feel about that.  Just—just get on down here.  I could use someone to talk to that isn’t an alcoholic deer.

-Ken
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