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"C'mon, babe, everybody else is... is doing it," Dallin said while nearly spilling his White Claw. The 18-year-old was a handsome, blue-eyed blond star football player who was at a bonfire party with a couple of dozen of his classmates and his girlfriend. He was also drunk.

"You want-want to fuck here?" Kylee said with an inebriated smile, "In front of-of everybody? In the dirt?"

She was also 18 and considered by many to be the prettiest girl in school, dark-haired, olive skin with stunning hazel eyes. She was an honor student contending for valedictorian, yet she was still a teenager and susceptible to temptation. Often she was led there by her boyfriend.

"Doesn't have to be in front of ev-everybody!" He stood and offered his hand, which Kylee took and awkwardly stood as well, "When we were looking for a place er-earlier, there was little wash back here an' some bushes."

Dallin had been among the group of boys to search for the party site earlier in the week. It was everything they hoped for, it was out in the desert outside of town, away from prying eyes and cops but close enough to be accessible. It tucked away in a little dry, canyon, where a bonfire could be lit and not be seen. Perfect... or so they thought.

Kylee followed Dallin into the wash, which was thankfully shallow here. The light of the fire was much dimmer here, and the couple were using their cellphone flashlight and the light of the full moon to do much of the navigation through the juniper trees and sagebrush.

Dallin staggered down the bank of the wash first with Kylee not far behind. At the wash bed, she stumbled on the soft sand, landing on her hands and knees. Dallin tried helping her but only staggered alongside her. He smiled as he heard her laugh,

'Haha, haha, hahaha, shi-shit! Haha, oh, I-I feel all tingly... Like, buzzing. I'm not that drunk, haha."

"Tingly! Yeah, tingly... Tingly's good," Dallin stammered with a goofy smile, "Right? Damn, you look good..."

Smiling she looked up, "Really? Good! But I know... How to make it all better?"

"Oh," Dallin said, "How's oh!!"

Before he could finish, Kylee began pulling his belt open, "Little Dallin, needs to come out to, to play..."

"Hey, n0w," He grumbled while he opened his jeans, "Who you callin' little?"

Kylee giggled and took Dallin's half-erect cock, which instantly became fully erect in her dainty, feminine fingers. With her beautiful hazel eyes on Dallin, she took "Little Dallin" into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head as his boxers and jeans slowly slid down.

Dallin nearly came right there but controlled himself. He did feel different though,

"Fuck, girl... now I'm all tingly, too..." Besides the magic in his loins, he did a tingle all over his body, his hands, feet, and tailbone all seemed to be focal points. It was strange and intense, but not unpleasant. He chalked it up to the combination of the booze and getting some excellent head from his gorgeous girlfriend.

Kylee her tingles intensified as she slowly moved her lips up and down over Dallin's shaft, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in her hair. Like him, she felt tingling in her hands, feet, and tailbone. The feeling seemed to be growing in her lips and face now. Also, like Dallin, the strange tingling didn't set off any alarms, and she slid her right hand into her black leggings and panties and began rubbing the wet slit, her middle finger sliding in between her wet folds.

This went on for a while, the couple simply enjoying themselves. The odd tingling sensation became so intense, it felt like a warmth and began to spread. Their feelings of pleasure were so intense, it could be understood when they failed to notice the changes taking place to their bodies. Dallin's pants had now fallen to his knees, fully revealing his currently four-inch long tail, perhaps ½ inch thick, though it was still growing. Kylee was growing a tail much the same, though hers was contained inside her leggings and panties. Kylee's lips, firmly around Dallin's cock, were becoming darker, and fingers, one of which was inserted in her soaking slit, were becoming stiffer. Dallin's fingers were also stiffer as he ran them through Kylee's dark hair, not noticing that it had begun falling out, replaced by short, stiff tawny colored hair. Dallin felt a pressure in his scalp but paid it no heed as two bony growths pushed through his blond hair. Kylee thought she was familiar with her boyfriend's penis, but she noted that he seemed longer tonight, longer and pointier? Perhaps something about this night was extra arousing, or perhaps the White Claw was something weird to her brain.

"What the fuck was that!" Dallin suddenly snapped, causing Kylee to slide off his cock and spin around, confused.

"What?! What?!" She stammered wide-eyed, "Cops?"

"No!" Dallin shook his head, "No, something... something just ran through the trees over there... an-and jumped o-over the wash. Like a deer, a buck, with big antlers. I-I saw them in the moon light..."

Kylee turned back to him, "So? There are mule deer all over the place out here, a buck just got spooked by the party."

"It-it was wearing a jacket! A fucking jacket! I swear it! A deer wearing a fucking jacket! Red, I think! Like-like..."

"Like Jaxon's?" Kylee said. Jaxon was also on the football team and a mutual friend. He always wore his red letterman jacket whenever he could away with it, "C'mon, Dallin, you know that's stupid... You're drunk."

"I swear I saw it!" Dallin snapped.

"Please, you're drunk enough to see pink elephants," Kylee was getting tired of this.

"I know what I saw!" Dallin wasn't backing down.

Kylee rolled her eyes, which in proper lighting would appear much more brown than they once had, she just wanted to get drunk, get fucked, and go home. Not to play stupid games.

"So maybe some of your jackass friends caught a god damn deer and put Jaxon's jacket on it. It seems like it's something they're stupid enough to do. Do you have a better idea?"

"I-I... no."

"Now, c'mere, it's my turn now," She took his shirt and pulled him down on of her and kissed him hard on the lips, running her darkened tongue past his blackening lips. He groaned, forgetting about Jaxon, his jacket, and the deer as he lifted Kylee's shirt and rubbed her breasts, his shaft growing hard once more.

And so it was that the couple failed to notice the mule deer doe carefully wandering past less than 10 yards away. She stopped and watched the couple for a moment as if remembering. Only minutes before she had been mating with the spooked buck, her cervine vulva was still slick with his seed, though it wasn't the rutting season, that would come later. She appeared to be a normal, healthy mule deer doe in all ways except she wore a ripped-open, dark red blouse and a pair of earrings in her large, fuzzy ears which flicked to and fro as she listened. Pinned to her fluttering open blouse was a restaurant employee's name tag that read, Hailey.

The human couple moaned loudly and she decided she'd seen enough. She silently bounded away, eager to find the herd of does she could smell on the wind.

Whatever was happening to the amorous couple continued as they made out, not noticing they now kissed with small muzzles black lips, and broad black noses. Their ears were now elongated, cupped, and pointed, creamy fur had begun growing on the interior, black at the tips, and tawny brown on the exterior. Their longer tails were now also covered in the creamy fur, twitching happily in their lust.

The bony protrusions on Dallin's head had continued to grow, and were now 3 inches tall, an inch thick at the base, and had grown a dark brown layer of keratin.

"C-c'mon, you mehh know our deal..." Kylee grunted, her voice strangely rough as she worked her stretchy leggings and panties down to her and from there spread her legs, forcing them to her ankles and sneakers, "I-I did you... now you do me!"

Dallin grunted and nodded, and worked his way down Kylee's beautiful changing body. He stopped to lick her nipples, not caring that they were now several inches below where her bra could be of any use, and in the dim light he could not see they were much darker than before. The fact they were thicker and longer only delighted him all the more.

_"MEEHHH!!"_Kylee let out a little bleat, "You know what to do!!"

She pushed down on his head, somehow failing to notice his now 5-inch long horns (now beginning to split at the top) even as she grasped them with her shrinking thumbs, nor did she notice her shrinking thumbs, index, or pinky fingers, Kylee moaned as she noticed to her delight the roughness of black and pink tongue as he nimbly licked the growing bulge of her tummy. Once past her naval, he was met by a thick forest, not of pubic hair, but of delightfully soft, creamy white fur that now surrounded the black skin of her wet, pheromone-laden sex.

The fur didn't hinder Dallin at all, he relished it as it brushed his sensitive lips. Kylee grunted and pushed his head forcefully, trying to direct his lengthening muzzle to her dripping neediness. Much of Dallin's coveted golden locks fell away under the pressure, replaced by the rough pelt of tawny brown.

"Bahhhh!!!" Kylee's eyes now larger, dark brown widened as Dallin's long, nimble tongue entered her, the roughness of him rapidly raking against her swollen clit. Grunting and snorting she pushed down on his head with her hooves, driving him deeper into her lust-filled hole.

Other changes happened rapidly across both teens' bodies as Dallin's long tongue pleasured Kylee. His rock-hard penis, dripping with strings of sticky pre-cum, grew over a foot in length and gained a little girth, hanging from a sheath covered in his own cream-colored fur, as were his testicles and his skin from tail and anus, up to his collar bone, hidden beneath his t-shirt. Like Kylee, his fingers appeared more like hooves, the middle and ring fingers with a large, black hoof, and all others had vanished. Brown fur spread upwards rapidly from these hooves, creamier fur on through his armpit merged with that on his deepening chest.

As their feet grew longer, they also narrowed, allowing the couple's shoes and socks to slip free relatively painlessly. The cunnilingus stopped briefly as both felt their femurs suddenly shorten, taking up some of the new lengths of their changing feet. In this awkward moment, Dallin stumbled over onto his side, leaving behind a pile containing his boxers, jeans, socks, and shoes. His throbbing shaft slinging useless human semen it had begun pumping out in order to make room for the seed of a virile buck pronghorn.

Kylee lifted her legs in response to the startling femur shift, this in turn freed them of her leggings and panties. She rolled over with a grunt and stood. She groaned softly as her internal organs settled into new positions and her stomach finished splitting into 4 chambers, a nauseous feeling came over her, but only briefly. Then the pronghorn doe, sporting a pink t-shirt, squatted, lifted her tail, and urinated.

Dallin watched this with growing lust as the last of his human sperm was pumped free. He stood, and ignoring the disquieting feeling of his shifting innards, came to the waiting, lust-filled doe. He mounted, wrapping his furry legs around her t-shirt-covered torso and his dribbling shaft sliding easily into the doe's wet cunt.

The buck looked quite handsome as he thrust rapidly, his horns having grown into a decent pair, enough to serve him well in the coming rut. The doe beneath him would be good practice for the many he would covering then. The doe enjoying every thrust, grunted as she felt him engage her cervix. He stiffened, waiting as his freshly minted seed pumped into the doe. At last, he slipped off her, his long, narrow member rapidly receding into his furry sheath.

Almost immediately the pair began grazing in the moonlight, their bodies transformation having burned a great deal of calories. As they did so, the t-shirts and in the doe's case a bra, were becoming more intolerable.

The doe slipped free of her shirt first, having no horns to contend with. The bra would last until the next day, when her constant scratching at it with her rear hooves would finally free the clasp. The buck wound up with the shirt caught in his horns, panicking he stumbled backwards, he terrified a large black tailed jackrabbit, who at one time, he would have called his friend Weston. But those times were now past and the jackrabbit sped off at incredible speed, eager to catch up to the female that had once been his girlfriend Veronica.

Crashing through the dried remains of pinyon and juniper trees, the buck got a lucky break as the shirt snagged a branch. With few fright filled tugs, the wood creaking in the darkness, the disheveled shirt finally came free. The doe, looking rather amused, turned and began wondering towards better grazing, the bewildered buck not far behind.

After they slipped into the desert, and the bonfire began to burn low, and the music played by a pickup truck radio, despite the fact no one had been listening for some time had began to soften as the battery died. The sun was jut beginning to peak over the sandstone cliffs in the east when a coyote wearing a gold necklace trotted past, a freshly killed cottontail in his mouth. He had once been called Antonio, though that no longer mattered. His mate, once known as Chrystal, wasn't far and she would be hungry, now being with pup and digging a burrow into the bank of the wash. Life in the desert wasn't easy.

The End