A Teen Titans Transformation Story
(F to Bison)

“Really? You’re betraying us?” Raven drawled, somehow making the question sound like an insult as well. Her eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head an inch to the left to avoid a violet bolt of energy. “I guess this shouldn’t come as a surprise, given your time in H.I.V.E.”

Jinx scowled, anger clouding the pink-haired enchantress’s features. “I’ve got my reasons.” As she spoke, she cast her hands forwards, sending another whelming wave of misfortune towards Raven. Again, it missed—but this time, she wasn’t aiming for her.

The battleground wasn’t one that Jinx had chosen, instead having been picked by H.I.V.E.’s combat analytics team. Jinx didn’t know why they’d focused on fighting on some Native American burial ground, but she was dying to figure it out. And, given that Raven was standing just in front of some kind of totem…

The totem absorbed the blast, and began to glow. Raven didn’t see that, as much as she felt it: the area’s magic now felt wrong. It felt unclean, like swimming into a patch of tar. Her skin shivered, and she let out a quiet gasp as icy tendrils crept along her ankles. “What—what did you just do?”

“Dunno,” Jinx replied honestly. “It just felt right, you know? And what feels right for me usually means bad luck for you.”

Raven shuddered and fell to the ground, her power of flight cut from her by whatever dark curse tugged at her from below. She could feel it invading her body, flooding her veins with something raw and primordial. Her hands scuffed at the ground below her, and she realized something was very, very wrong with the sound.

“Well, that’s new.” Jinx blinked, somersaulting towards the fallen Teen Titan.

Her heels clicked at either side of Raven’s head, and Raven had to struggle to lift her head to look at the girl. “What is?” Raven’s tongue felt thick in her mouth, and her thoughts felt sluggish. It was like she’d been drugged, but by something that affected her soul rather than her body.

Her body answered the question for her, a low creaking echoing through her skull and forcing Raven to gnash her teeth. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel her skull growing large and wide, her eyes slowly forced to the sides of her face. “Gnnhhh! Head… hurts!” Was the best she could manage, her voice lowering in pitch with the broadening of her nose.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised. It’s kinda hurting me.” Jinx snickered, watching Raven’s shoulders pop and creak. They rearranged with a series of low and loud pops, like the shattering of teeth. Jinx winced in mock sympathy. “You doing all right in there?”

Raven breathed raggedly, her chest rising and falling, rising and falling, rising and rising… She forced her eyes open, too distracted by her broadening belly to notice her split vision. “RRRUUGH!” She groaned, an animalistic sound escaping her dusky lips. “WHUT HAPPUUNN?”

She knew she sounded like an idiot, and hated it with every fiber of her being. But she also knew that she couldn’t think of anything to stop this, let alone how to make it any more comfortable for herself. Twin migraines along the sides of her head marked the onset of short, curved horns.

Coupled with her wide, dark nose, it gave her a distinctly bovine appearance. When that fact was added to the Native American idol which was evidently changing her, there was but one possibility. And Jinx loved it.

“Haha! You know, I thought that I’d be kinda upset at having to do this to you… But this is funny. I mean, really, really funny,” she snickered, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. “Then again, you did always want to be useful, and I’m pretty sure Indians used every part of you!”

“BUFFLOOAH?” Raven groaned, her eyes clouding. Her hooves—hands? Hooves? When had they changed?—clopped faintly against the ground, even as a thick and shaggy coat of hair bloomed from her head and neck alike. Coupled with her hide, it was enough to keep her from feeling her thick form burst from the confines of her clothing.

Her legs, meanwhile, grew thick and strong—all four of them. They better supported the thickening bulk of Raven’s body, her form swelling and feeling so abominably heavy. A tail slipped from above her ample buttocks, swishing agitatedly. “NUH BUFFLUGH!”

“Nah, more of a bison. You know, there are differences,” Jinx said. Her eyes twinkled as she cupped Raven’s thick animal head in her hands. “Not that you’d be able to tell. I’d imagine you’re going to be just a big, dumb animal.”

The gem on Raven’s forehead vanished beneath a coat of fur, and her back popped with a violent wrench, a distinctive hump settling along her upper back. Raven’s cheeks flushed, and she worked her distending jaw, staring at her prominent snout.

“GUH-HURRRHUGH!” She snorted, a low belch of a rumble. Her head was so foggy, it was getting so hard to think… The superheroine struggled against the inevitable, trying to keep her dimwitted animal brain close to her own human mind. “GRUUGH!”

“I know, right?” Jinx laughed. “You’re hilarious!” She deftly hopped atop the big animal’s back, trailing her fingers along Raven’s silky hair. With each pass of her digits, Raven’s hairs grew coarser. They lost their shine, taking on the same unkempt appearance as the rest of her fur.

Raven’s ears flicked, though the motion was hidden beneath her thick head of fur. She couldn’t understand what Jinx was saying, which upset her almost as much as the fact that the girl felt tiny on her back. The bison might have been losing intelligence at a prodigious rate, but enough of her human mind remained to reason that she’d grown at least three times her old size, if not more.

She wanted to cry out, to scream in futile anger at the fact that she’d been brought so low. Instead, Raven let out another low and guttural bellow. It was the dumbest sound she’d made in her life, and her fading mind wailed in abject humiliation.

Then the last thought slipped from between her furry ears, and a trickle of drool slipped form her thick lips. She snorted and huffed, utterly lost to the fact that she’d ever been more than a simple animal. The small thing on her back made some more of its funny noises, but she didn’t know what they meant. Instead, she lumbered towards a nearby patch of grass.