(Woman to Anthro Sheep)


It was eleven at night, and Vaughn couldn’t be happier.  Michelle was finally driving to visit him after nearly three months apart.  They’d called each night, but there was something to be said for personal experience.  He looked over to her, his smile threatening to split his face in two.
“Listen, Vaughn?  I really hate to do this to you, but...”
“El, you sound like you’re breaking up with me.”
Michelle bit her lower lip, remaining silent.  That wasn’t the worst part—the worst part was how she didn’t even seem sad, just a little zoned out.
“Oh my God.” He sat down numbly, running his hands through his hair.
“Hey!  It’s not that bad!  I’ll even find someone else for you to be with!” She smiled, not even close to realizing the pain she was putting him through.  Why was it that every relationship he went through ended in failure?
“I don’t want someone else,” Vaughn said, “I just want you.” It was silly, pleading almost.  But he knew he wanted to stay with her, no matter what.  
“You know I can’t do that.” She said, her gaze wandering everywhere, as though she was desperate to avoid making eye contact with him.  “I just wanted to—”
“Wanted to what?” he snapped, suddenly angry with her.  Deep down, he knew she could not change the way her heart worked, but that didn’t keep him from feeling angry and confused.  “You’re just like the rest of the sheep out there, just like the livestock.  I thought we had was special.  But, if you wanted it like that, I suppose I have a way that our relationship can still be special.”  He grinned manically, rubbing his hands together.
“What the fuck are you talking aaaa-aa!  Aaa-baa?”  Michelle’s eyes widened as her speech degenerated into a series of stammering bleats.  She continued to bleat for a few moments, oblivious to the fact that her long black hair had begun to both whiten and curl.
After an almost embarrassing amount of time, she looked back up to Vaughn, her confusion marring her next few bleats.
“Oh, right.  I happen to be a disciple of the Cult of Circe.  Go figure, right?”  Vaughn leaned back, watching with undisguised mirth as a thin coat of white fur started to creep down from her hair to her face.  He’d always told himself that he wouldn’t change his girlfriend, but if she didn’t want to be with him, that left her fair game.
Michelle bleated once more, arching an eyebrow incredulously, still oblivious to the white fur that was creeping down her cheeks.  To be fair, losing the ability to speak was a sizable distraction.
“What?  Maybe I should help you hear a bit better.”
She felt her ears twitch, and she raised her hands to them as they stretched from the tips, lengthening into a pair of animal’s ears.  They twitched beneath her grasp, flicking towards Vaughn as he laughed.
“Better?”  He grinned, looking her up and down.  An idea struck him, and his grin widened.  “You won’t have any need for clothes for the rest of the today.”
Michelle glared, letting out a loud bleat.  But from the neck down, she wasn’t in control of her body.  Obediently, her arms unbuttoned her shirt, dropping it to the floor.  Her skirt went next, followed by her cream bra and panties.
Vaughn admired her form.  He’d miss seeing her naked breasts, but there was something alluring about the white hairs that began to sprout from her chest.
She shuddered, sending a jiggle across her chest.  Vaughn was under no illusions that she would be uncomfortable, but she’d get used to her growing wool coat.
Michelle shook her body, the coat of fur fluffing out as she moved.  One of her ears twitched as she grew accustomed to the feeling, like she was wearing a thick woolen blanket.  Disbelief was written plain across her features as she combed her fingers through her new fur.
“B-aaa-aa?”  She tilted her head, still not completely understanding the changes.  Then, the sound of tearing assaulted her ears, and she looked down to find her feet had torn apart her sandals, expanding into a pair of cloven hooves.
That was too much for her, and she shouted at Vaughn, scuffing her hoof on the floor as she bleated loudly.
Idly, Vaughn considered changing her completely.  But, it was a lot harder to make out with an animal in public.  That said, she’d need to be more compliant if she were to become his lover.  He snapped his fingers, cutting off her bleating.
“Something you’d like to say?”  He smiled, giving her back the gift of speech, but taking all thoughts of rebellion from her mind.
“Like...  My brain feels funny.”  She scratched her wooly hair absently, her eyes twitching as she tried to express how she felt.  “What are you doing to me aa-nd...”  Her eyes glazed over as her IQ plummeted.  For a moment, her jaw went slack, her mind reshaping itself to better suit her new duty.  Then, she blinked, shaking her head.
“Maa-aaster!”  She gasped, a dopey smile spreading across her features.  She tackled Vaughn, nuzzling him affectionately.  “Michelle is sorry she’s been baa-aad!  But she can be a good girl and make it up to you!”  As she spoke, her fingers quickly unbuttoned his jeans, and her eyes lit up as she caught sight of her prize.
Vaughn grinned at her enthusiasm.  It was going to be a good night.