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When the calendar flipped to October we begin shedding our reddish-brown summer fur coats, marking the beginning of our transition to grayish-brown winter coats. It was extremely annoying as it was far itchier under our clothing and our shed fur got everywhere, EVERYWHERE. It was also a little demeaning as it made us feel a bit more like animals. The bad news for us was that once the dense winter coat started growing in, it was going to be more challenging to keep our core body temperatures down as their purpose was to efficiently trap body heat for living in the harsh cold outdoors of winter. I visited home occasionally to spend time with my parents and also to not arouse suspicion that anything was wrong. Rebecca and I both had a good relationship with them and we’d stay overnight in my bedroom from time to time. My parents were truly happy for us and never suspected anything was wrong. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t the smallest part of me that feared being discovered under the safety of their roof but even if it happened, I knew I could trust them to keep it on the down low. October 12th marked 2 months into Rebecca’s pregnancy and another milestone, the transition from a doe’s early gestation to mid gestation, comparable to the transition between a woman’s first and second trimester. It also marked the end of Rebecca’s rather mild morning sickness, much to the envy of Anna who had a pretty rough go of it for about a month while carrying Rebecca. At breakfast, Anna sprung an option on us that caught Rebecca and me off guard. She offered to do an ultrasound of our fawn. She wasn’t a trained sonographer but she knew how to get it done. Being a “nontraditional” pregnancy and the dire need for secrecy, Rebecca and I never considered it an option. I thought it would be cool to see what our little fawn looked like but I left the decision up to Rebecca. I wasn’t sure if she’d want to see an animal growing inside her, but to my surprise she was actually quite interested. She harbored no hatred for the innocent fawn she was destined to give birth to. Did Rebecca want to have the fawn inside her? Hell no but she didn’t blame the fawn for our situation either. Anna took us to her medical facility late that night when there were far fewer people and zero need for anyone to use the ultrasound equipment. As we walked into the room, Anna turned on the lights but dimmed them significantly to maximize the image quality on the monitor. Rebecca was a little nervous but Anna talked her through the entire process before putting her in the chair. Once Rebecca realized how easy and noninvasive it was, she became rather excited with anticipation. She took a seat and Anna reclined her into position. She then had Rebecca pull her pants and panties down a bit and pull her shirt up to just below her breasts. Anna took a seat at the workstation to Rebecca’s right and I sat at Rebecca’s left and held her hand with great anticipation. Based on Rebecca’s description of where she estimated the top of her vagina was located, Anna applied the clear gel a few inches higher up on her abdomen than where her human uterus would be located. Rebecca let out a little gasp at the sudden chill of the gel against her fur covered skin. Anna was concerned that the fur might affect the image quality but there was only one way to find out. Anna excitedly took the wand into her right hand. “OK. Here we go.” She placed the wand against Rebecca’s abdomen and began slowly moving it and angling it while varying how much she pressed it into her abdomen. “It might take me a few tries but we’ll find the little guy. It’ll get a whole lot easier once you start showing.” We all stared intently at the monitor trying to make sense of the grayscale images of the various soft tissues being displayed. It took a moment but eventually Anna brought the fetus into view. “There it is.” she announced while pointing to it on the monitor. “Oh my God! It looks like a really small deer!” Rebecca exclaimed in disbelief. We could clearly see the fawn’s head, body, and legs. Anna pointed out the rapid contractions of its beating heart, the skull, the dark round spots that were its eyes, and the bright segmented line of its spine. It was too early to tell the sex. When the image provided the optimal perspective, she froze it and measured the fetus at 2.75 inches. I provided context how big that was to Rebecca by spreading my index finger and thumb on my left hand to near that length. She was astounded at it all. Anna was pointing out the amniotic sac surrounding the fetus when it happened. “Holy fucking shit! It…it moved!” Rebecca shouted as the fetus suddenly began shifting, flexing, and moving its tiny limbs. “Can you feel it?” I asked. “No, I can’t. Is that normal mom?” “Yes, completely normal. You’ve probably got another month or so before you’ll start felling the little guy moving around. As it gets bigger, trust me, you’ll know without any doubt. Eventually, it’ll be so big, you’ll see it move under your skin.” “Wow! So cool!” Rebecca replied in amazement. This moment forever changed our perspective and made the pregnancy real, especially for Rebecca. She tightened her grip of my right hand as tears began to fill her eyes. “Oh my God! That’s our baby deer!” She moved both hands to her abdomen, surrounding the wand as though holding her unborn fawn lovingly. “Don’t worry little one…I’m gonna take very good care of you.” “Can you send me a picture?” she asked her mom. “Sure can.” she replied with a smile. With the stroke of several keys and clicks of the mouse it was AirDropped to both our phones and a hardcopy printed out. She handed the photo to Rebecca and she smiled proudly with tears in her eyes. In an instant, everything had changed; our perception of our cursed changed drastically. Rebecca’s pregnancy was no longer regarded as an inconvenient task we had to tolerate and simply complete in order to restore our humanity. The day-to-day advancement of her pregnancy was no longer a countdown to getting our lives back, it had become a countdown to bringing new life into the world, a life that Rebecca and I had created together. That moment also had a profound effect on someone else. In my periphery, I noticed a figure sudden appear to my left. “What the fuck!” I shouted as I jerked away from it instinctively. A startled Rebecca and Anna initially looked to me but immediately refixed their inquisitive gaze to Zână standing at the left foot corner of Rebecca’s chair. They each emitted their own personalized sound of surprise mixed with fright. Anna stood up in a protective stance next to her daughter with her left hand against her abdomen while holding the wand in her right as though it were a tool that could actually inflict some kind of harm. “Damn it! Can’t you just use the door?!” I shouted sarcastically. As I quickly collected my wits, I instantly backpedaled. “I’m so sorry Zână. I meant no disrespect.” Zână expressed a slight smile before speaking in that soft, soothing, beautiful voice of hers that had created in me a subtle yearning since our first encounter. “Thou needst not fear me. The cause of my coming is not to do thee hurt.” Her presence instantly yielded a sense of calm to the room and our fear and agitation quickly faded away. Anna dropped her defensive stance over Rebecca. “Holy shit. She’s really real.” she stated as Zână’s embodiment provided concrete proof to her already held belief of her existence from Rebecca’s story. Zână looked at the blank image displayed on the monitor in admiration of the technological marvel. “Thy species is capable of most wondrous imaginings.” It suddenly displayed what appeared to be a live and extremely closeup view of the fetus in Rebecca’s uterus. Anna looked at the monitor and then the wand in her hand far from Rebecca’s abdomen in disbelief. Zână smiled. “Thy species is capable of most wondrous love and compassion for others…” She suddenly paused as a sadness suddenly overtook her, “…and of most destructive horrors.” Zână moved next to me to be closer to Rebecca. Unlike in our previous encounter in her bedroom, Rebecca was not afraid of Zână. Zână smiled kindly as she approached and gazed into Rebecca’s eyes. Anna and I didn’t feel compelled to protect Rebecca either. “My maiden childe, thou hast borne the weight of thy penaltie with great strength and sacrifice. The love and compassion which thou dost possess toward thy mother and thy mate ought be envied by those of humankind who have it not. Until the moment of mine appearing, thou didst not share such love with the life thou dost carry. Yet I perceive in thee and thy mate that this failing hath now been amend’d.” A confused expression came across Rebecca’s face. “I…I don’t understand.” I leaned in towards Rebecca. “I think she means that she knows that we care about the fawn as much as we care for each other.” “Thy mate speaketh true.” Zână confirmed. “Though thou hast ever borne good intent in caring for the life thou dost carry, yet thou hast placed its life in peril.” “What?! In peril?! You mean it’s in danger?! And…and it’s because of something I did?!” Rebecca inquired with fear. “Yea. The food thou dost eat is insufficient to sustain the life thou dost carry. It shall surely perish unless thou dost amend thy food.” Tears began filling Rebecca’s eye’s as she caressed her abdomen. “Oh no. I’m so sorry. [snuffle] I was eating healthy. We thought we were doing the right thing.” “Please, she’s practically just a child. It’s my fault. I put her on what I thought was the best healthy diet.” Anna interrupted in defense of her daughter. Zână smiled endearingly and gently placed her hands on Rebecca’s which were still caressing her abdomen. “Fear not. For that thou hast shown the life thou dost carry the same love which thou dost bear thy mother and thy mate. I am come to give thee a gift. I shall provide thee with righteous guidance; and if thou dost follow it, thou shalt bring forth a fawn strong and healthy.” I looked up at Zână. “Yes, please, we’ll take all the help you can give us.” “Follow thou these instructions, and all shall be well.” The room was suddenly filled with the sound of each of our phone’s text tone alert. “No way. Did she just send us a text?” I checked my phone and it had received a lengthy text of detailed dietary instructions from “Unknown”. “Yep, sure did.” I confirmed. Rebecca cautiously removed her hands from under Zână’s and placed them on top of hers. “Thank you Zână.” she said with grateful smile. “Thou art welcome.” she replied and then dematerialized right before our eyes. “Whoa. That was heavy.” Anna remarked. I quickly embraced Rebecca in a tight reassuring hug. “You good?” She still had tears in her eyes but was calm. “Yeah, I just don’t want anything to happen to our fawn. [snuffle] What does the text say?” I pulled my phone back out and showed her while Anna reviewed it on hers. It was incredibly detailed. It was broken down as a timeline starting with the mid pregnancy stage we had just entered and continued through late pregnancy, birth, and udder lactation and nursing. The last section particularly caught Rebecca’s attention as it confirmed that her udder would fill with milk and that she was expected to nurse the fawn for who knows how long. It detailed the protein, vitamin, and mineral requirements and the foods and drinks that would satisfy those needs. I couldn’t help but conclude aloud a completely unrelated topic. “So, she can text us using modern American but only speaks to us in like Old English?” I looked at Rebecca and Anna adorned with expressions of disapproval. “What? You don’t think that’s weird?” “Yeah, but you think it’s smart to call-out a magical fairy that’s already turned ya into part deer?” Rebecca retorted. “You’re right, but just sayin. Well, at least her gift didn’t change us more into deer this time.” I replied. I looked up at Anna who was oddly quiet given everything that had just transpired. She seemed a little shaken up while still reviewing the text on her iPhone. “You OK Anna?” I asked. She lowered her phone. “Uh…yeah…I’m fine. Still trying to come to terms with what I just saw.” “Yeah, she tends has that affect.” I replied. “Yeah. Well, it’s getting late. We should stop by the store and pick up what we need from this list.” Anna proposed. She cleaned the gel from Rebecca’s abdomen and we left without encountering anyone on the way out. We stopped by Kroger on the way home. We knew exactly what to buy and the necessary portions and quantities we needed. First on the list was essentially the human equivalents of what a pregnant doe eats, a bunch of different leafy greens, nuts, and fruits. For lean proteins, it was chicken, turkey, and a variety of fish and legumes. Whole grains were needed for steady energy, so we got Rebecca some brown rice, oats, popcorn, whole-grain pasta, and whole-wheat bread. From the health section, we needed supplements; calcium, folic acid, iron, phosphorus, vitamin A, and zinc. Anna was pretty damn good in the kitchen. This made Rebecca’s transition to her new diet much easier. In fact, she felt better than ever and with surprising amounts of energy. This came in handy for her as our college courses became more demanding but with our excellent support network at home and friends at school, we managed. Our busy schedule kept time moving fast. Rebecca and I were so thankful for the arrival of November, which brought an end to our ridiculous shedding as we completed the transition to our grayish-brown winter fur coats. It did come at the expense of increased difficulty with managing our core body temperatures. The fur was longer and much denser than our summer coat and it was coarser and thicker to the touch. It was excellent at trapping heat to protect deer from cold harsh winters but not in the least bit useful for human/deer hybrids having to wear clothes in heated buildings. During summer, it was far easier to avoid the outdoor heat. Avoiding indoor heating was going to prove far more challenging. We didn’t have to worry about that at Rebecca’s house where Anna kept the thermostat setting low and Rebecca and I continued wearing only crop tops and underwear. Outdoors most days, we were fine in the cold to mild temperatures that accompanied winters in northern Georgia. On November 12th, Anna took us back to the medical facility for what was going to be our monthly ultrasound. There were more people there than we liked but we managed to get it done without any issues or suspicion. Rebecca was 3 months pregnant and doing well. The ultrasound showed what looked to be a very healthy fetus and it was a little more active than last time with some limb twitching and slight repositioning. It was nearly twice the size as a month ago at just over 5 inches in length. Anna was able to identify more of the organs but the most exciting part was that she could clearly see the genitalia. She asked if we want to know now or wait. Rebecca and I discussed it and we definitely wanted to know right then and there. Anna revealed that our fawn was a female. Rebecca smiled with the knowledge that we were having a little doe. A week later, came another milestone, at least, we think. Rebecca and I were lying in bed in the midst of idle chit chat before going to sleep. Rebecca felt what she described as flutters or bubbles within her uterus. Anna explained that she was feeling our fawn’s movements for the first time. Over the next week, the sensations continued intermittently, spaced far apart in time but as time marched on, they gradually increased in frequency. Rebecca had also reached the first point in which she needed to adjust her diet for our doe’s critical skeletal and organ development and blood cell production according to Zână’s dietary instructions. This required an increase in protein consumption and emphasis on calcium, phosphorus, and iron. Her diet shifted to beans, salmon/sardines, milk, nuts, chicken, spinach, and fortified plant alternatives. Thanksgiving was at my house and it was a pleasant gathering of our two families. While the women were talking it up and cooking and baking up a storm, I was outside enjoying some quality time with my dad decorating the house for Christmas. Anna and her mom brought foods included in their family traditions along with a few items solely for Rebecca’s special diet. Combined with my mom’s fixins, there was far more food than we could put away. Fortunately for Rebecca, turkey is a good source of lean proteins, so she could scarf down as much as she wanted, and she did put quite a lot away. She was quite bummed that she couldn’t have pumpkin pie topped with a huge mountain of Cool Whip. A couple weeks later, Rebecca transitioned into late gestation, the final stage of her pregnancy and comparable to a woman’s third trimester. She was progressing without issue and all indications were that our fawn was very healthy. Her only complaint was some intermittent swelling in her feet and ankles. Rebecca had to modify her diet once again for her body’s coming sharp rise in energy demands and our doe’s rapid growth surge. Her caloric intake was increased by 500 calories, protein intake was increased further with emphasis on healthy fats, magnesium, and vitamin D. Her diet was changed to fatty fishlike salmon and sardines, eggs, cheese, almonds and walnuts, avocados, fortified cereals, and, what Rebecca loved most about this dietary requirement, dark chocolate. We put off our 4-month ultrasound a couple days so that we could go in on a Sunday night when the fewest people were there. When Anna pressed the wand against Rebecca’s abdomen, her firm uterus wasn’t far beneath her skin, indicating that it wouldn’t be too much longer before she started showing her pregnancy. The little doe was again about twice the size as the month before at just over 10 inches in length. Anna remarked that the fawn was going to start growing more rapidly and for Rebecca to prepare for back pains. The doe’s heartbeat was strong and regular and she was very active; stretching her legs, kicking, and rolling about. Her movements had become very obvious to Rebecca although they still couldn’t be felt with our hands placed against her abdomen. Christmas was approaching fast and we had three and half weeks off from college for winter break. We really needed the break, especially Rebecca. Final exams were brutal and the couple weeks leading up to them were stressful, ladened with late night study sessions that were frequently interrupted by our daily sex requirement. Knowing we all needed some relaxing down time, Anna surprised us with a Christmas getaway. Her best friend gave us the use of her cabin in the Appalachian Mountains for the entire week of Christmas. Now I’m not one to believe in fate but I shit you not, the cabin was located in the small community of Rising Fawn off Deer Head Cove Road. My parents were sad that we were going to be gone for Christmas but I made arrangements for me and Rebecca to celebrate and open presents with them after we returned. We drove up on Saturday the 20th and didn’t have to leave until the 27th. Since several roads leading to the cabin weren’t paved, it made more sense to take Anna’s Jeep Wrangler instead of her Camry. Besides, her Camry was for commuting to and from work and her Wrangler was for fun. Anna’s friend went all out to make sure our stay was amazing. The cabin was completely decked out for Christmas. Multicolored Christmas lights covered the outside with a massive live pine wreath hung on the front door that produced a strong but lovely pine scent. Inside, a large 15-foot-tall long needle pine tree shrouded in Christmas swag adorned the living room, accented by multicolored lights wrapped in garland hanging around the room’s perimeter from where the walls met the ceiling. Every door had its own unique live pine wreath, filling the entire cabin with a delightful pine scent. The two-story cabin was large enough to sleep 6 with 3 bedrooms, each having their own fireplace already stocked with freshly cut firewood. It was well stocked with food and all the amenities one could ask for. Rebecca and I were extremely bummed that we couldn’t partake in using the hot tub built into the enclosed back porch due to our deer fur and skin. What had us the most excited was the prospect of a rare white Christmas. It’s an event that had happened only 6 times in the last 150 years, so it was something to really be excited about. All of us had only ever experienced one, 2.5 hours to the south at our home back in 2010, the first since 1881. Our routine at the cabin was very chill. We all slept in, rising whenever the hell we felt like. We mostly lounged around in our pjs and watched movies with a roaring fire while Rebecca and I cuddled in a couch on the other side of the room, keeping our distance from the fireplace so as to not get too hot. Most breakfasts and lunches were fend for yourself type meals with some exceptions. Anna made it a point to make me my favorite Belgian Waffles for breakfast a few times, making sure to not let Rebecca eat them all before I got my share. Dinner preparations were an all-hands affair led by Anna and every meal was a banger. Dinners were a more formal event where we sat together at the dining room table, no electronics permitted, just the company of each other and meaningful conversations to pass the time. Rebecca and I also made a point to reconnect romantically during our daily sex requirement. For the past couple months, the act became more of a routine chore just to keep additional deer changes at bay amidst our busy schedule. There were times our “don’t forget sex” alarm would go off at 9pm in the middle of studying or homework and we’d both sigh audibly and/or roll our eyes. In the span of 5-10 minutes, we’d undress, get each other aroused, fuck, get dressed, and get back to our schoolwork. Think about it. We had sex every single day at least once for 4 months straight! That’s 123 consecutive days! Can you name one thing that you’ve done for 123 straight days that’s not required to sustain life? We took it upon ourselves to be more spontaneous with it as well. One of us might wake in the morning before the other and initiate or grab the other coming out of the kitchen and pull them into the game room for a quicky on the pool table. We truly didn’t realize how much we missed the connection of our deep love for the other until rediscovering it. On Christmas Eve the 3 of us did nothing but watch Christmas movies, play board games, talk, lounge about lazily, and cuddle (Rebecca and me, not Anna). Throughout the day we checked the weather forecast and our hopes were extremely high for a white Christmas with consistent forecasts for 2-4 inches of the white stuff starting that night. The night came fast with the activity filled day preoccupying our focus. We didn’t realize how late it was until our “don’t forget sex” alarm went off in the midst of an intense game of Communopoly. After ruthlessly dominating the game for the first 90 minutes, well as much as one can dominate in that version of the game, both Rebecca and Anna pulled off tremendous comebacks and were determined to get me disappeared with zero pause or remorse. Anna’s phone sitting next to the game board displayed 10:44 when Rebecca claimed victory, or, more accurately, was the least screwed over by The State. I was disappeared and Anna was jailed for having too much money. Suddenly, something caught Rebecca’s eye out the front window. She raced over and confirmed that it had started snowing, each fluffy flake reflecting the light emitted from the Christmas lights fixed to the cabin’s exterior as it fluttered down haphazardly through the air. We quickly put on our jackets and rushed outside like excited little children. We made our way out into the yard and savored the moment. Rebecca spun around, arms outstretched, mouth open wide, attempting to catch snowflakes on her tongue. I inhaled deeply through my nostrils luxuriating in that distinct smell of cold Arctic air that doesn’t often find its way into the Deep South. After about 10 minutes of play, the wind picked up a little and that was enough to send us scurrying inside for warmth. I helped Rebecca remove her coat and she pulled me into a deep kiss. Anna took notice as she started putting away our latest completed board game. “You know, y’all should get to it. It’s getting close to your deadline.” Rebecca broke our kiss and looked over at Anna with a mischievous smile. “You read my mind.” We finished undressing to our normal attire of underwear and crop tops. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then looked at me with a seductive smile. “Why don’t you go warm my side of the bed while I help mom clean up.” I smiled deeply into her beautiful brown eyes. “I think I can manage that.” I replied as Rebecca moved to the floor next to her mom. I was about to head up the stairs when I felt a sudden pressure in my toes and intensely odd sensations in both knees that I had to grab the staircase banister to prevent myself from immediately falling to the floor. “Ahhhhh! What the fuck!” I shouted.” Rebecca and Anna immediately looked my way with concerning and inquisitive looks about them. “What’s the matter?!” Anna asked. “Something’s wrong with…ahhhhh…my legs…ahhhhh…and feet!” I replied loudly as I fell against the banister and death gripped it, my hands sliding down its face to slow my body’s descent to the floor as the sensations became overwhelming, making it impossible to remain standing. Anna and Rebecca rushed over to my side and got down on their knees trying to ascertain how to assist me as I came to rest on my back. “Where does it hurt?!” Anna asked. “Ohhh…it doesn’t…ahhhhh…it doesn’t hurt!” “What the fuck?” Rebecca suddenly questioned aloud casually as she turned and reached her right hand behind her. Anna remained focused on me until. “What the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK?!” Rebecca shouted with panic as she discovered something was not right on her backside. Anna turned to Rebecca. “What’s wrong?!” “There’s something growing above my ass!” she replied as she twisted and turned her body and head while frantically exploring the area with both hands behind her, desperately trying to ascertain what was happening to her. Rebecca’s mind couldn’t comprehend the signals of touch her hands relayed as they identified a finger-like appendage growing outward just above her ass crack. Once she felt the fur sprouting out of the skin, she knew. “Oh fuck! I think…I think it’s a tail!” “Let me see!” Anna commanded. Rebecca pulled her panties down and moved on to all fours next to her mother. Anna stared in shock as the finger-like appendage continued to lengthen as her daughter’s tail bone extended from the base of her spine. “Oh my God! It is! It’s a tail!” “Ooooohhhhh fuck! My legs!” Rebecca suddenly shouted. She rolled to her back as overwhelming sensations similar to mine struck her knees and toes. Anna looked back and forth between her daughter and me trying to figure out what to do. We both writhed on the floor, our hands moving to different parts of our legs as their structure slowly began altering. Anna took a deep breath to steady herself, bringing her nursing skills to the forefront and pushing aside all emotion, as though activating a superpower. She turned back to me. “Aaron. Aaron. Where does it hurt?” she asked in a calm but stern voice. “Ahhhhh! It doesn’t! Feels very weird!” I responded uselessly. “Show me where.” Suddenly audible popping noises could be heard emanating from my right knee and my hands immediately shot there to hopelessly caress it. To her horror she watched as both my knees and ankles slowly migrated up my legs accompanied by all sorts of grotesque sounds as ligaments, tendons, and bones shrank and stretched as they were repurposed for the walking of a quadruped. Looking down at my feet, she saw my big toes and pinky toes slowly moving up each side of my feet as they turned black. My remaining toes on each foot were slowly merging and lengthening while my toenails shed their Christmas colored gel nail polish as they turned black. “Oh my God. You’re both changing again. But why?” Anna concluded loudly. “Aaaaahhhhh! My fuckin legs!” Rebecca shouted writhing on the floor next to her mother. “Gooooo to Becca! Go!” I shouted to Anna. Anna turned facing Rebecca at her side. Realizing what was transpiring here, she knew that all she could do was try and comfort her baby girl. She moved to her daughter’s head and sat down with her left leg bent against herself while extending her right leg next to Rebecca’s left side. Anna lifted her daughter into more of a seated position while scooting up to her. “Come here baby.” she said comfortingly while pulling Rebecca back and resting her head on her left shoulder. She laid her head against her daughter’s and held her tight. Rebecca took hold of her hands and pressed them tightly against her chest as she squirmed through the metamorphosis. Rebecca looked into her mother’s tear-filled eyes. “Ooooohhhhh mom! What’s happening?!” her daughter pleaded for answers through gritted teeth as tears rolled down her cheeks from eyes filled with fear. “I’ve got you. You’re changing again. You’re gonna get through this. You both are.” Anna said trying to rationalize and console her daughter as she fought back her own tears. “Focus on my eyes and breathe through it. Come on, breathe.” she instructed calmly. Anna looked over at me squirming on the floor next to them. “Aaron. Breathe through it.” she instructed loudly over our groans. She then loudly provided breathing examples for Rebecca and me to emulate. Anna looked back down and watched helplessly as her daughter squirmed in her arms as her legs were slowly transfigured into the hind legs of a quadruped. As with me, her knees and ankles slowly migrated up her legs, producing the same hideous noises from the reconfiguration of soft tissues and bone. Anna inferred that the femurs in her thighs and tibias and fibulas below her knees were shrinking to accommodate the changes. Once reaching where the middle of her thighs once had been, her knees settled into their new location, becoming the knees of a white-tailed deer also known as a stifle joint. Her ankles ceased moving once they arrived at where the middle of her shins had once been, repurposed as hock joints. Below her hock joints, Rebecca’s feet rounded and began lengthening as all the bones fused and reconfigured into a single straight bone similar to her tibia bone above. Rebecca’s big toes and pinky toes shared the same fate as mine, shrinking, hardening, and turning black as they moved out of sight along the bottom of her former feet to the rear of her developing fetlock joint, becoming her two pair of dewclaws. Rebecca gasped as she felt her remaining three toes on each foot press tightly together as they merged and lengthened, her fusing toenails swelled, lost their similarly Christmas colored gel nail polish as mine, and turned jet black. They quickly took on a hardened appearance as they split vertically into two equal halves, eventually taking the shape of cloven hooves. Subtle at first, her soft and supple skin slowly thickened and toughened, the pigmentation becoming a very noticeable gray color. Her now animalistic skin then gradually replaced her fine feminine human hairs with sprouting fur that was colored to match her body’s winter coat. Longer soft white fur covered the inner half of her legs but stopped at her hock joint while shorter coarse grayish-brown fur covered the rest of her now pair of deer hind legs. Our transfiguration complete, our bodies became still, and the only sounds filling the room were our slowing heavy breaths. Anna carefully brushed back the hair over Rebecca’s left ear that had become stuck to her sweaty face during the ordeal. She smiled down at her daughter in relief that it was over. “You’re OK. I think it’s over.” she said softly. “Becca…[pant]…you OK?” I called out. “I’m good…[pant]…I’m good.” she replied. We remained on the floor without hardly moving and inch for several minutes while we recovered. As I laid there with my eyes closed and regained my composure, I mentally took stock of what felt different. What immediately came to the forefront was what felt like a long finger wedged in my ass crack that involuntarily twitched from time to time. It was no doubt the tail of a white-tailed deer, my tail. I slowly reached my left hand down as I lifted my ass just enough to allow my hand to explore my alien appendage. The skin and bone core was probably about 7 or 8 inches in length with the fur extending several inches below that. I then experimented with the movement of my leg joints, slowly bending and twisting my cervine legs this way and that. The experience was surreal. I essentially had no lateral movement, most noticeably in what used to be my ankles, now hock joints. The natural resting position of my knees (where my thighs used to be) was now bent at about a 120-degree angle. It was so weird when their movements occurred so high up inside my legs. The individual joints of what used to be my toes where now a single joint, located several inches above my hooves, that provided a limited range of forward and backward motion. I closed my eyes before propping myself up with my elbows planted on the floor behind me. I took a deep breath and then slowly opened my eyes. Logically…rationally…I knew what to expect to see once I found the courage to open them. But still, taking in the sight of it all in with my eyes was a whole other matter. Before 10 minutes ago, and for over 18 years, all I’ve ever known was having and using without any focus required, normal human legs. The effort required to actually comprehend the visual signals my eyes relayed to my brain of the deer features I now possessed from my abdomen down to the bottom of my hooves is indescribable. So there I was, on the floor, and my body now more than 50% deer. I forced myself to accept that there was nothing I could do to change my situation. It was time to move on and provide Rebecca the mental support she was likely going to require to come to grips with what had just taken place. “Aaron? You OK?” Anna asked after intentionally leaving me undisturbed to afford me the opportunity to come to terms with my body’s new form. “Yeah. I’m great.” I responded dejectedly with more than hint of sarcasm. I looked over at Rebecca in Anna’s arms. She was staring off into space, coping in her own way. “Becca? You OK?” I asked. She didn’t answer. “She’s in a bit of shock. But she’ll be OK.” Anna replied as she looked down at her daughter while gently stroking her cheek. My heart sank. I felt so powerless to help Rebecca. So defeated. I could only image what Anna was going through even though her exterior showed confidence while projecting a steady mind. What I hadn’t anticipated was the difficultly I would encounter when completing what used to be the laughably simple task of getting to my feet. My alien legs required a vastly different technique. I had to roll onto my stomach and then rise up onto my hands and hooves as though I were a true quadruped. I required the use of the banister to get myself upright and standing on my hind legs, but I sure as fuck wasn’t capable of just taking off and going out for a stroll. I was very unsteady on my two hooves, my hind legs wobbling as I struggled to do what used to not require any thought. I maintained a death grip on the banister as I tried to figure out how to stand on my own. “How the fuck do I walk?!” I thought to myself. Immediately noticeable was no feeling of the plush carpet beneath my fee…I mean hooves. There was no sense of touch from any part of my hooves. The best way to describe the sensation of standing on two hooves was the feeling of pressure within my hooves as they bore the weight of everything above them against the floor. The sensations from my muscles and tendons throughout my hind legs as I stood there were kinda comparable to those felt when standing on my tiptoes with my human legs. I looked down and observed my cervine legs as I took turns raising each hoof off the floor and putting it back down. I could feel the vibrations of contact in my flesh and bone above each hoof. I focused intently, essentially mentally mapping which joint does what. After a few minutes, I was feeling somewhat confident in my steadiness. Gripping the banister with my right hand only, I slowly took a wobbly step with my right hind leg. After a moment, I took another with my left. I could really feel the strength of my muscles and the spring-like flexibility of my joints and tendons. After another few steps, I slowly, and with less wobbling, turned myself around while switching hands holding onto the banister. I slowly took 8 steps as my brain recalibrated to sense the position, location, orientation, and movement of my new deer limbs. Anna watched me in awe. “That’s not possible. It should’ve taken you months to learn to walk…to retrain your brain.” I turned and took 8 more steps with less clumsiness. “Really? Each step I take starts feeling more natural. It’s like I’m discovering an instinct I’ve always had but could never use before. It’s…it’s really weird. I don’t know how else to describe it…or explain it.” I replied. “I do.” Rebecca butted in. “It’s Zână.” Anna looked down at her daughter. “Oh, hey sweetie. Feeling better?” Rebecca locked eyes with her mother’s. “I’m OK I guess.” She paused briefly. “But why did this happen? What did we do wrong?” “I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense.” I responded as I continued my walking training. “We’ve been following all of Zână’s rules.” Tears began to fill Rebecca’s eyes. “Well, we need to find out! I don’t want to be a deer! [snuffle] I want my life back after this! I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as a deer!” she exclaimed in a mix of frustration and fear. “Shhhhh. It’s OK sweetie. We’ll figure this out.” she said calmly to her daughter. Anna looked over at her phone on the floor where she’d left it. “I know this has been a lot, but it’s eleven twenty-nine. Y’all better get your sex done. If you change more, who knows how much humanity y’all will have left.” As I finished my last few steps, I was walking with natural, deer-like grace as though my deer legs were the only ones I’d ever had. I stepped over to Rebecca and extended my hands to help her to her hooves. “You sure you can take her weight?” Anna asked, questioning my stability. “We can’t risk her falling and hurting the fawn.” “Trust me, I’m good. It’s crazy. It’s like these deer legs are the only ones I’ve ever had.” Anna shook her head in disbelief at the walking contradiction to all of her years of medical knowledge. Rebecca wiped away her tears and then grabbed my hands. I pulled her to her hooves as Anna pushed up from behind and I caught Rebecca as she fell into me while struggling to stand. “Holy shit! This feels so fuckin weird!” Rebecca exclaimed. I had her take hold of the banister and I walked her through the exercises I completed. Anna and I stayed at her side to ensure she didn’t fall. After about 5 minutes, Rebecca was walking with the grace of a doe but with the mostly unaltered human feminine hip sway of hers that I loved and suddenly had me admiring her in a completely different way. It was kinda hot. “Y’all really need to get going.” Anna stated. I took Rebecca’s hand and led her up the stairs, a far different experience with our deer legs and hooves. Arriving in our bedroom, Rebecca closed the door behind us and we immediately stripped off our two-piece attire. I gently took her into my arms. “Are you really OK?” I asked looking into her eyes. “No, but we don’t have time to be all touchy feely about this right now. Just shut up and kiss me.” she instructed as she wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss while reaching down and rubbing my sheath. I began erotically massaging her left breast and teasing her nipple. My attentions began turning the heat up on her but I was failing miserably under the pressure of the clock deadline as Rebecca continued her efforts. “Can’t…[pant]…get hard?” Rebecca asked amidst the heavier breaths of her building arousal. “Sorry, it’s not you. I’m gonna need some help.” Putting my nimbleness on my new deer legs to the test, I started lowering myself by squatting but quickly realized I didn’t quite have the coordination to get me where I wanted to go without falling on my ass. “I’m gonna need to hold on to you to steady myself.” I put my hands around Rebecca’s waist and used her as leverage while squatting until her pussy was at eye level. The scent of her arousal quickly had the desired effect I sought and my deer cock quickly stirred. Rebecca widened her stance a bit more to accommodate me as I leaned in and started eating her out while I waited to be ready to insert something much more pleasurable than my tongue inside her. Rebecca was panting and moaning above me and I felt her hands move to the back of my head as she began subtly bucking her fur covered pelvis against my mouth. Moments later, I felt her body quake as an orgasm raced through her as Rebecca vocalized its pleasure quite loudly. “Ooooohhhhh…I need you…ohhh…inside me…ohhh…please!” she exclaimed. I was fully hard and ready to accommodate. I held her waist tight to pull myself up, helping my deer legs get me back to standing. Rebecca was panting, coming down from her big O as I looked at the bed behind her with hesitation, not knowing what position we’d be capable of using thanks to our new deer legs. We didn’t have time to experiment. I turned Rebecca around and guided her upper body down to the bed as I spread her stance. I moved in behind her and upon looking down, I paused, confronted by her now foreign ass as her tail flicked back and forth with what I guessed was excitement. I took a moment to study her features to reorient my bearings for target and angle of approach. I moved the tip of my stiff buck cock up to her new anatomical layout. Using my right hand, I guided its tip to the familiar folds of her doe slit. Rebecca groaned in approval as I pushed it into her hot and amply wet deer pussy. At full penetration I grabbed her waist with both hands as her tail swished back and forth across my lower abdomen. I began thrusting and Rebecca was quickly moaning in approval. With her arms outstretched above her head, she grabbed fistfuls of the bed’s blanket for purchase to aid in pushing her body back against me to enhance the pounding pleasures. I focused and flexed all the right muscles to quickly get me close to climax just to get the deed over with to ensure we had plenty of time to spare against the clock deadline. My release came with a loud series of groans. I pumped hard into her as my spasming deer cock unleased streams of cum into Rebecca’s depths. The muscles in her vagina, pelvic floor, and back tightened at her second brink, gripping my cock hard before suddenly releasing into rhythmic contractions of intense pleasure. Rebecca moaned loudly into the plush comforter that dressed the bed. I slowed my thrusting to a stop and carefully laid on her back, ensuring her tail was safely positioned between our bodies. We laid there panting in our afterglow, our warm bodies bonded by our slightly sweat moistened skin as my deer cock slowly softened and retracted inside Rebecca’s relaxed vagina. We stayed like that for a few minutes. “Whew! I know this is our hundred and somethingth time having sex, but I’ll never get used to how fuckin awesome it feels.” Rebecca said as she basked in its euphoria. “Well, I was really just focused on beating the deadline.” I raised my head and looked at the digital alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to my side of the bed. I had to do a double take after seeing the digits it displayed. “What the fuck?!” I questioned aloud. Rebecca instantly lifted her head. “What?! Are we changing again?!” she asked urgently. “No no no! Sorry! It’s not that. The clock. It says it’s twelve thirty-eight.” I explained. Rebecca reached back and slapped my hip. “You fucking asshole! You scared me! So what if it is?” “Your mom said it was eleven twenty-nine just before we came up here. We sure as hell haven’t been up here for over an hour.” I went to check my phone but realized I couldn’t. “Shit, our phones are downstairs.” I carefully got off Rebecca’s back and grabbed my clothes. “Where are you going?” Rebecca asked. “Something’s not right. I need to check our phones.” I replied as I started dressing. A sudden reminder of the latest changes to my body hit when the waistband struck the base of my tail. “Yeah, that’s going to take some getting used to.” I remarked aloud while grabbing my crop top off the floor. I finished dressing and then immediately left the room. Anna was sitting in a chair in the living room getting caught up on Facebook on her phone when she saw me coming down the stairs. “Well, it sure sounded like you guys beat the clock.” Anna joked. “What time is it?” I asked cutting straight to the point. “Oh, uhhhhh eleven forty. Y’all made it, don’t worry.” she replied. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I think we were already too late.” I said as I clopped over to the kitchen doorway. I sighed aloud and then immediately chuckled in frustration. “Fuck me.” I said aloud to myself as I dropped my head and rubbed my forehead. “Fucking hell, I should’ve fuckin thought of that.” I stammered as though the computer nerd in me could be scolded as a separate individual. Anna got up and walked over to see what I was reacting to. “Whatever are you going on about over here?” she asked. I pointed to the microwave. “It’s not eleven.” I stated matter-of-factly. Anna looked past my pointed finger incredulously and then did a double take. There on the microwave displayed the time 12:39 AM. She looked back at her phone as she turned the screen towards her. “I don’t understand. My phone says it’s eleven.” she stated as she held it up for me to see. We both briefly looked over as Rebecca came clopping down the stairs. “What’s going on?” she asked coming into the middle of our conversation. I smiled. “Watch this.” I turned facing the table where my phone was sitting. “Hey Siri, what time is it?” “It’s twelve forty-nine.” Siri answered. “What time zone are we currently located in?” “You are in Eastern Standard Time EST zone, which is UTC minus five.” “But why does your phone say it’s twelve?” Anna responded confused. “Now ask your Siri what time zone we’re in.” I instructed. “Hey Siri, what time zone are we in?” Anna asked her phone. “You are in Central Standard Time CST zone, which is UTC minus six.” Anna and Rebecca both had similarly confused expressions. “I don’t understand. Why does my phone think it’s in the Central Standard Time zone? We’re in Georgia.” “Yeah, but we’re like less than a quarter mile from the Alabama border and the Central Standard Time border. If our phones connect to a cell tower on that side of the border, they can get time zone information from that tower and automatically adjust phone’s date and time.” I took Anna’s phone and changed a setting and the time. “We need to set our phones so that the date and time isn’t set automatically for now. See?” I showed Anna the setting and handed her phone back. A horrified realization hit Anna fast and hard and it showed in the expression on her face. “Oh no. It’s my fault. I told y’all the wrong time.” I put my hand on Anna’s shoulder reassuringly. “No it’s not. It’s not your fault. It’s a glitch. That’s all.” Rebecca hugged her mom tight. “No mom. Don’t you dare think that.” Figuring that out was a satisfying victory to the computer nerd harbored within. We now knew why we had changed and that we weren’t being punished for some unknown reason. “When we get back home, I’m going to Walmart and buying a cheap wrist watch with no network link so we don’t have to worry about something like this happening again.” But it hit me when I looked at Rebecca’s lower half. I sighed frustratingly and then looked down at my own cervine hind legs. “Well, fuck. No, I can’t. Rebecca and I can’t go out anywhere anymore. We can’t hide these.” I stated as I pointed at my legs. Anna put her hand on my shoulder. “It’s going to be OK Aaron. It’s not for forever.” “I know. It’s just…we had a routine, we had an outlet, we got to hang out with friends, and we were doing so well in our classes. And now…now we have to quit. Quit everything.” Rebecca took my hand in hers. She looked me in eyes and smiled softly. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll get through this together. Like you always tell me. I believe you. I believe in you…in us.” I nodded and returned her smile. Wow. Just wow. I felt so lucky to have found love with Rebecca. I pulled her into me and we kissed softly in a way that exuded “I love you.” Anna looked at me. “I hate to give you more bad news Aaron, but we need to put you on the same strict diet as Becca. With your body transitioning from human to deer where your digestive system is, we’ve got no way to know what’s human and what’s deer in there.” “Yeah, good point. Well, shit. I guess no more Belgian Waffles for me.” Anna gave me a hug. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you both all the waffles you can eat once you change back.” I pulled back from our hug and disappointedly looked down at my cervine parts and then looked Rebecca down and up her body and had a sudden realization. “What’s wrong?” Rebecca asked with a puzzled look. “I just realized we haven’t had a chance to really look over our changes.” Anna’s bathroom upstairs provided the best setup to get a really good look. Spacious, large mirror, and ample bright cool white lighting. “Anna, mind if we borrow your bathroom?” “Not at all.” she responded. Rebecca and I immediately headed there. Upon arriving, I nearly ate it the second my right hoof pressed my full weight flat against the bathroom tile floor. I immediately caught myself by instantly death gripping each side of the doorframe with both hands. That moment served as my crash course that white-tailed deer hooves don’t have the traction for walking on hard, smooth, man-made surfaces. Fortunately for us there were two large shaggy rugs positioned closely to each other in front of each sink of the double sink counter, the first was plenty close enough to the door to reach with a single long step. Rebecca was the last one in and closed the door behind us so we could also take advantage of the full-length mirror attached to its back side. Rebecca and I stripped off our only two articles of clothing and then visually examined the reflections of ourselves and each other in great detail. It was truly a lot to take in. There was so much more fur. As we twisted and turned, we could see that our winter coat of deer fur now completely covered every bit of the front and back of our bodies from immediately below our pecs/breasts down to the top of our hooves. Longer and much softer white fur coated the inner core of our abdomen with shorter and coarser grayish-brown fur wrapping from there around to our backs. Staring at herself in the full-length mirror, Rebecca was instantly saddened as she looked up and down her furry deer legs. Sliding her hands slowly over her hips and what used to be her thighs, she deeply missed her beautiful, long, tapering legs with their soft and smooth tanned skin and the soft callous free bottoms of her feet, each tipped with well-manicured and colorfully painted toenails. Rebecca began to tear up as the reality of her changes really hit her. There had been so many distractions since our change, she really hadn’t had time to process it emotionally. I went to her and hugged her tight and she cried softly in my embrace. I held her as we talked out our emotions of the situation and our little therapy session served as a landmark point in our acceptance. We separated and returned to examining our changes. From Rebecca’s knowledgeable background of deer anatomy as a hunter of them, she pointed out that from where what used to be our thighs and below, we appeared to now be 100% white-tailed deer. Our legs were larger than a deer’s though, likely to be proportionally appropriate to our body’s size and to carry our weight. The section of our legs that used to be our thighs were much narrower when looking at them from the front and rear. This section of our legs, specifically midway between our hip sockets and deer knees, seemed to mark an internal structural transition from human to white-tailed deer. Gone were our calf muscles, my really nice, large, and taught calf muscles. Our sex organs didn’t appear to have moved or undergone any sort of additional changes. Our pelvises and fur covered asses didn’t change too much or else we’d no longer be able to walk upright on just our hind legs. Our ass cheeks were a little less fleshy, especially where the bottom part transitioned into our narrowed “thighs” containing our deer knees. Our white fur extended up from the inner half of our legs to the underside of our tails. Bending over and spreading our cheeks revealed that our anuses and their positions remained unchanged, meaning there was good news but also bad news. Good news, we weren’t going to be shitting deer pellets. Bad news, because fur covered every bit of our skin, a lot of cleanup would be required after shitting. Looking down at the new configuration of my leg joints and then over at the toilet, I suddenly wondered just how Rebecca and I were going to sit down to go to the bathroom. Our days of using a toilet might be numbered. I figured that was a problem to be solved later. By far the most fascinating change was our tails. Our broad fluffy tails extended several inches below our asses. The top side was colored to match our grayish-brown winter coats but were white underneath, matching the fur on our bellies and inner legs. We found them quite easy to control. We turned and faced our asses towards the mirror and practiced lifting and relaxing them and then swishing and flicking them side to side. Without warning, Rebecca reached over and tugged on my tail. “Ow!” I said aloud. “What the fuck?! Did you think it wasn’t attached?” “Sorry. I just wanted to pull on it.” she said with a chuckle. “Well pull on your own fuckin tail!” I retorted playfully. I was glad to see that Rebecca seemed to have come to terms with her changes and was returning to form. I pressed my ass against her hip and gave it several flicks with my tail. Rebecca looked at me in playful disbelief. “Did you seriously just fuckin flick me with your tail?” “Maybe. Well, yeah…yes, yes I did.” I replied with a large smile. “You better get over here and apologize right now mister.” Rebecca commanded with a smile and “come here” motion with her right index finger. I carefully stepped over to her, avoiding the slippery tile floor, took Rebecca into my arms and pulled her into a deep kiss. She reciprocated and we remained that way for a few moments before I pulled back. “God I love you.” I said as I gazed into her soft brown eyes. Rebecca smiled wide. “I love you more. More than you’ll ever know.” She looked over at the full-length mirror, admiring the reflection of our intimate embrace. “You know, even like this, we look good together.” Rebecca then had an epiphany. “Oh shit. I just realized that there’s a name for what we are, deer fauns. We’re fuckin deer fauns.” “Deer fauns huh? Well, I don’t care what we are or what we’re called as long as I get to be with you.” We pulled each other into long and loving kiss. “You know we can never break up right?” “Oh really? Why’s that?” she asked with a curious smile. “We’re the only two of our kind on the entire planet. Who could we date other than each other?” “How do you know we’re the only ones like us? I mean, before you met Zână, you knew for a fact that fairies weren’t real. There could be others like us out there somewhere.” “Oh yeah, Zână! Yeah, she’s a fucking smoke show. I wonder if she’d date a young faun like me?” Rebecca playfully smacked my ass and gasped. “You fuckin asshole! You better not date her! You can only be with me.” “What? Is it weird? It’s the age difference isn’t it? Come on, we can’t be more than a couple thousand years apart. I bet she’s got some moves in the bedroom.” Rebecca gasped again. “Ya better knock it off or the only moves you’re gonna get in the bedroom is you jerking yourself off alone.” Rebecca slid her hand to my furry deer balls and caressed them gently as she smiled seductively. “These are mine now, and so are your human ones once you get them back. The only deer, human, or mythical being pussy you get to have from now on is mine. And only you get to have it.” Completing our playful banter, we kissed again before resuming our inspection of our newly acquired deer parts. We took hold of the counter as we curiously experimented with our hooves by clopping one on the tile floor, taking in the sensations and the sounds their impacts produced. We’d bring a hoof up within reach of our free hand and touch and explore their hard, keratinized structures. It was so weird to watch our legs fold up as we fully lifted them up to our bodies, especially our back bent hock joints and the bending of our knees in the middle of what used to be our thighs. Although we had lost lots of muscle mass, we had amazingly fit legs. “What are these black things on the back of our legs above our hooves?” I asked as I inspected the two on my raised right leg. “They’re called dewclaws. In like deep mud and snow they give extra traction.” She raised her left leg and brought her own up for a close inspection. “And what about this small black furry area on my backwards knees?” I asked. “Those backwards knees are your hock joints.” Rebecca pointed to what used to be the middle of her thigh. “Our knee is here now.” She then pointed to the joint above her hoof. “And this joint is called the fetlock joint.” Pointing at the small black furry area on her leg, “That’s the tarsal gland. Deer pee on it to make a really really strong scent. If you thought my heat and your musk were strong, if we had these and used them right, mom would’ve kicked us outa the house cause we would’ve stunk so bad.” “Deer pee on their legs?! Oh that’s nasty.” I pointed at a spot a few inches above my dew claws. “What’s this small area of white fur?” “I think that’s the metatarsal gland but I’m not sure what that does. Mom probably knows. We should also have glands between our hooves too.” She said as she fiddled with her hoof with her free hand. “Damn, so many glands. We’re not gonna start stinkin like real deer are we?” “As long as we shower and use the fur shampoo regularly, I think we’ll be good. That and you’re probably gonna wanna resist any urge to pee on your legs.” she stated with a grin. “Oh really? Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind when I pee.” I retorted. “Speaking of peeing…I need to…uhhh…pee.” Rebecca stated with uncertainty with how to go about accomplishing the task. “Yeah, go head. I think we’ve reached the point where we can piss in front of each other. Donchya think?” I asked playfully. “No…I mean…I don’t know how.” she replied as she pointed at her cervine legs. “Oh…yeah…right…sorry.” I guess that problem to be solved later needed to be solved now. The first issue we needed to address was traction for our hooves. There were 4 rugs in here but far too much exposed tile, but our bathroom was smaller. We got dressed and then took 2 of the rugs to our bathroom. Strategically laying them out with the ones already in there completely eliminated the hazard. We were able to freely move about without losing purchase of the bathroom floor. The layout of our bathroom was actually very convenient with aiding in our using the toilet. Rebecca moved in front of the toilet and removed her panties. I stood by to provide any assistance she might need. She took hold of the horizontal bar mounted to the glass shower door to her right and gripped the sink counter to her left. She lowered herself onto the seat with little difficulty. The edge of the toilet naturally resided at the new location of the bend of Rebecca’s knees. She found if she spread her legs a bit more than she was accustomed to, she could bend her knees and rest her hooves on the floor. Her ass cheeks having lost some of their padding meant that the sitting experience wasn’t as comfortable as it used to be but it wasn’t painful either. Rebecca did her business and then cleaned herself up. She found that we needed to ensure we planted our hooves flat against the floor before standing up. Taking hold of the same aids on each side of her as before, she rose to her hooves without issue. We each breathed a sigh of relief that no significant changes were required and that we could continue using a toilet vice other possible alternatives. She put her panties back on and wash her hands. After drying her hands, she kissed me on the lips. “Thanks for standing by to be my hero.” she said with a smile. “Anytime my love.” I replied, returning her smile. “Well I guess I might as well take my turn and see if I have to make any changes to my sit and pee process.” I took my turn at the toilet. I was happy to find that I needed to make no changes. As I washed my hands, a big yawn suddenly overtook me. “You ready for bed? It’s been a long couple hours.” “Yeah, but I wanna check the snow first.” Rebecca said somewhat giddy like a little kid. I had forgotten all about our pending white Christmas. We excitedly made our way downstairs and found Anna asleep in a chair by a dying fire with a book in hand. I took the book and laid it in on the table opened but face down so as not to lose her place while Rebecca covered her with a blanket that was resting on a nearby chair. We looked outside and the Christmas lights illuminated large fluffy snowflakes gently falling from the pitch-black sky above. As we started putting our pants on, Rebecca had an interesting idea that my shyness never would’ve allowed me to consider as an option. Rebecca got her pants half way up her deer legs but then paused and looked at me. “Do we really need to wear pants? I mean, deer don’t wear pants in the snow.” “So go out in our underwear? Well, yeah, I guess you’re right. We should only need a jacket, and really just for our chest and arms. Hell if we had 3 long sleeved shirts and cut them to be crops, we’d probably be good with just that on.” I led us out the front door and cautiously stepped one hoof from the welcome mat onto the wooden front porch, not confident there’d be enough traction. The wood had enough grain to provide our hooves sufficient bite that we were able to walk across it without issue. Wet and icy areas were problematic, especially the steps, but we carefully assisted each other in safely navigating those hazards. Once we reached the natural surface for which our hooves were designed to traverse, it was smooth sailing. I quickly surveyed our surroundings, looking for an unlikely bystander that might witness the spectacle of two mythical fauns playing in the Christmas snow. Confident no one was around, we took to the enjoyment at hand. About 2 inches of snow had accumulated. There was hardly a breath of wind moving through the chilly night air. Rebecca and I looked skyward, allowing the large snowflakes to softly strike our faces. We captured the moment with some carefully framed usies so as not to capture anything not human of ourselves. It was so surreal to be walking around on hooves in the snow and almost clothesless from the waist down and still feel so comfortably warm. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth wide with tongue extended, and enjoyed the sensation of the flakes softly striking my face while capturing a few on my tongue. I was deep in the moment when something suddenly struck my back with a thud. I turned to find Rebecca wearing a large smile and a readymade snowball in hand. “Oh really? You sure you wanna go down this road?” She responded by letting it rip but I managed to throw up my hands just in time to block it. Bits of snow blasted past my hands after disintegrating and struck my face. I quickly recovered, scooped up a handful of snow, and returned fire. With that, a good ol’ fashioned snowball fight was underway. As we ran around, dodging, ducking, dipping, diving, and dodging, it was amazing the balance, agility, and ability to change direction our deer legs gave us. We each got in some good shots but after about 10 minutes, Anna got our attention from the front porch. “I know y’all are havin fun but you really shouldn’t be outside for everyone to see.” Even under the cover of night at 2:20am and in the rural north Georgia mountains, we knew she was right. We really didn’t want to miss this rare opportunity but the risk far exceeded the reward and Rebecca and I begrudgingly clopped our way back inside the cabin. Anna scolded us a bit for taking such a risk though she understood the situation. Soon after, we called it a night and clopped off to bed. I was first to wake a little after 8am and I excitedly rushed downstairs to check out our white Christmas in the light of day. The living room window, with several inches of its perimeter covered in thick condensation, revealed a picturesque scene of the rural north Georgia landscape covered in a thick blanket of about 6 inches of snow. The snowstorm nearing its end had tapered off to flurries as a stiff northwest wind ushered cold and dry Arctic air into the region. Desperate to experience the moment in greater intimacy, I dawned my jacket and went to the screened in back porch which provided me access to the cold but obscured my deer features from view from outside the enclosure. I pressed my hands against the screen and took in the scenery, longing to step outside in the crisp newly fallen snow. My breath shown clearly in the thick cold Arctic air. A thermometer mounted to the cabin’s exterior uncharacteristically displayed 11°F/-12°C. There was hardly a sound to be heard aside from the occasional chirping of birds waking to the landscape that had been transformed overnight into a winter wonderland. The clouds were just starting to thin and small breaks allowed the first direct rays of sunshine to reflect off the undisturbed snow. I was soon joined by Rebecca who ooh’d and aah’d with childlike wonderment. “Merry Christmas my love.” she greeted with a smile and long loving kiss. “Merry Christmas indeed. Looks like I got the present I asked for, a kiss from a beautiful woman.” “Well, that flattery gets you another one.” She leaned back in and initiated a long round of passionate kissing. “Play your cards right and we’ll be doing more than kissing before you know it.” After having sent the temperature of our enclosure up a bit, we walked from side to side within its confines and enjoyed the spectacle as best we could without the benefit of tactile contact. After getting our limited fill, we retreated inside to find warmth. I got a fire going in the fireplace while Rebecca started streaming the annual “24 hours of A Christmas Story”. The setup in the living room was right out of a postcard. A roaring fire, a gorgeous Christmas tree with wrapped presents resting underneath, and a snow-covered landscape displaying in the large window. I joined Rebecca on the couch for a cuddling session while we patiently waited for Anna so we could attack our presents. Fortunately, it wasn’t too much longer till Anna joined us downstairs. We opened presents and Anna filled our bellies afterwards with an awesome breakfast. We spent the day watching movies, playing games, and further exploring our new deer features, which was also pretty much our routine for the remaining days of our cabin stay. Our new deer features provided us the opportunity to mix it up a bit in the bedroom and experiment during our daily session(s). Our cervine hind legs made some positions more difficult but easier for others. Deer style remained our favorite BY FAR. On the negative side, Rebecca and I both were struggling with the realization that our already significantly reduced social lives were now 100% over until we were changed back. We both had friends wanting to get together to exchange Christmas presents and hang out after we returned. Rebecca was stressing about it and struggled to deal with it through a variety of mood swings. We knew we could pretend to be sick for at least the first few days after we returned, but we needed to devise a long-term solution spanning the next couple months. Anna suggested we tell them we were going out of state to care for a grandparent for the next few months but to keep the details to a minimum. That not only provided a believable cover story to use with our friends but also our school. We reluctantly contacted all our friends and delivered the fake news. We also emailed our school counselors on the off-hand chance they checked their email during winter break but knew a response was highly unlikely. We were sorely going to miss our in-person social life, but it is what it is. At least we’d still be able to FaceTime, albeit carefully and using a location in the house they were unfamiliar with. We were all sad when the time came to depart early Saturday afternoon. In typical Georgia fashion, the snow was quickly melting away and all roads between us and home were all passable, especially in the Wrangler. The trip was only a 2.5-hour drive but we had to take every precaution to ensure there was no reason to stop along the way for fear of Rebecca and me being discovered in our “condition”. Before we departed, Anna topped off the Wrangler’s gas tank while Rebecca and I emptied our bladders and got everything packed and ready for loading. Our trip home was fortunately without incident. Rebecca and I were sad as the end of our trip likely marked the last time we’d be able to leave the house until it was time to take our doe to Zână in about 2 months.