The Warlock

This time Stacy was the one doing the interrupted. "I thought you turned into a dog, not a chicken." "This isn't back to the future, you can't just goad me into things by calling me a chicken." Paula looked done with her two friends. "Just because I'm into fantasy doesn't mean you can just drag me all the way out here to fuck with me, I thought you actually were gonna show me something not just jerk my chain, people don't turn into dogs." "Bwaaak bwak bwak!" Stacy began to interrupt Danielle every time she spoke by making chicken sounds, it was getting kind of annoying, and eventually, Danielle threw up her hands. "Fine, fine I'll do it, you're such an ass, Stacy." "Better an ass than a whiny bitch!" Stacy teased, knowing that whenever Danielle was upset it was that much harder for her not to change. Stacy taunted her some more, and Danielle began to feel the change starting, Stacy was always doing this to her, and she knew just the right buttons to push to get her riled up. "God I hate you sometimes Stacy, I just hope you know that, and don't call me a bitch unless you want to get bitten." Danielle gripped "Oh, and Paula, calm yourself, if you really wanna see it, fine." Danielle started by pulling up her shirt and letting her long dark hair lay loosely on her shoulders and she breathed in deeply as she visibly strained for a moment. Paula's skeptical face turned to one of shock as she watched her friend. Stacy hadn't been lying about Dani, and within moments the changes had begun to show. First was the hair, it started thin and light in color enough that Paula couldn't even see it, but as more grew in it became thicker and darker. Soon Danielle had sideburns, and her legs looked like they hadn't been shaved in weeks. When the first change that actually looked canine in specific happened, Paula was forced to admit, this was actually happening, her friend's nose was beginning to darken and the shape didn't look quite human anymore, but it was rather cute. Danielle was trying to focus, it was nerve-wracking doing this around others, and her two awestruck friends weren't making this any easier by watching her so intently. She tried to ignore how ticklish she felt as the hair began to grow in, and as her nose changed she couldn't help but to flare her nostrils and breathe in deeply. She could smell her friends, she knew what brand of perfume Stacy was wearing, and that Paula was still on that low carb diet judging by what she ate before coming over. Stacy watched in amused silence, at both Paula's reaction and the strange transformation going on in front of her. Stacy suspecting that this was the sorta thing that Paula was into, but for her, it was just a strange curiosity, and while she was as transfixed at the scene before her, she at least wasn't drooling over her friends steadily changing appearance. Danielle's ears had poked through her hair and had begun to grow a thin layer of their own fur. As they gained size they began to flop under their own weight. Paula wanted to reach out and feel if the fur was as soft as it looked, but she held back, not willing to disturb what must be a dream, for it bore no semblance of anything she would consider to be possible. Stacy leaned in and whispered. "Look at her chest, she has nipples, extra nipples, isn't this crazy?" "Uh yeah, crazy," Paula muttered without paying attention. Danielle tried to ignore her obnoxious friend and focused in on the sensation of changing. Her ears had ached dully for a moment, but it passed quickly enough, her nipples on the other hand where like beacons of sensation, they burned so hot that they almost ached for her to touch them, which was yet another reason why she avoided doing this in front of her friends, it was always a little more erotic for her than she liked to have them see. Stacy knew what was coming next, with how thick the fur had gotten, this was about the time that she grew a tail. Stacy wondered what it would be like to have a tail idly as Danielle adjusted her position and stifled a short groan. Danielle could feel the strange tugging pop as the tail grew in. It was always the weirdest sensation, and she held her breath while it happened. Paula glasses nearly fell off her nose as she looked on, and she didn't have the composure to hide how invested she was in what was going on, much to Stacy's knowing amusement. The last thing to change was a sudden burst of fur as her tail bristled and fluffed out into a rather canine look and her lips darkening into a blackish-grey. Danielle breathed finally and felt a momentary rush of canine sensations and instincts wash over her, but as she focused in they receded into a sort of background hum that she could tap in to but wasn't ruled by. Stacy giggled and Danielle shot her a dagger of a look, Stacy was such an ass. Paula, on the other hand, was tugging at her shirt playfully. "Damn, did it get hot in here? Is anyone else hot? Wow... that was... Wow." Paula had lost her composure, and Stacy beamed, she knew that Paula was into this sorta stuff. "Told you that you wouldn't wanna miss this." Stacy leered.

The old woman had not lied, Mary could hear the group speaking in reverent tones with her large pointed ears. Grinning, Mary stretched and two huge leathery wings unfolded from behind her, she felt... powerful. She maneuvered new muscles and with a series of heavy flaps he lifted off the ground and ascended into the moonlit sky above the gathering of awestruck figures.

*Step* *Step* Slowly, mechanically her feet moved beneath her, sending her lurching frame toward the pumpkin at a ponderous speed. As she inevitably reached closer to the pumpkin, the peril of her tunnel vision became apparent. A dry husk of a tendril, a root-like appendage of the pumpkin, twisted out, wrapping around an ankle and sending her stumbling balance into a flailing fall. Her arms tried to grab purchase of anything nearby to stop her descent,  but with a singular swift motion, her head slammed into the mass of the foreboding squash. There was a dull splat as the surprisingly soft squash gave way, her head plunged into the wet guts of the pumpkin. She fell to her knees and lifted her now pumpkin adorned head up, everything was dark, and she couldn't breathe. Her hands scratched at the pumpkin, fingers trying to grip the gooey surface of the half-destroyed pumpkin, but it was too slick, and still tight to her head. Then, she saw a light. As if in the distance, an ember glimmered. A dancing firelight bounced back and forth, and as her eyes focused in on it, it seemed as if it saw her too. The fire contorted into a shape, a cartoonish and jagged grin of flame that bobbed and cackled as it beheld her. She felt its heat grow as it suddenly surged at her. Her dress had fallen from her shoulders, and her long straw-colored hair didn't quite conceal her pert breasts, nor the odd shade of orange they had turned. Her skin was beginning to take on a shade reminiscent of the many pumpkins that surrounded her. Her fingers contorted and stretched into root-like claws, leaves sprouting from her shoulders and neck as she stumbled to her feet. Her boots were torn apart by roots that grew through the straining material, and she found herself momentarily planted in the dirt floor of the shack. The flame burned her mind, it was so bright, so blisteringly hot, she couldn't contain it any longer. The hot pressure in her mind was physical as well,as two stems grew out from the sides of her head, gnarled shapes that twisted like curved horns. With a last gasp of resolve, she let go. The pumpkin atop her head seemed to meld into her face for a moment before it began to tear open holes where her eyes and mouth had once been, a glowing fire erupted from the sockets and jagged maw, but they produced no real heat. The half girl, half pumpkin creature looked down at its vine-covered orange body, cupping its beasts and letting its hand drift across the stiff and sensitive stems that were her nipples.  All of her memories remained, but so too did the strange Halloween spirit that possessed her body, they were at the same time, alien to one another, but a single mind. Her dress slipped off of her, sliding down her waist and falling to the pile of torn boots below her. Her handbag dropped to the ground, and the straw-haired pumpkingirl walked out into the daylight of the farmyard wearing nothing but a small necklace around her neck.  Her wicked grin and fiery eyes scanned the farm, and a range of ideas floated like the fallen leaves of a tree in fall through her mind. Some of them were devious pranks, tricks of an ingenious and spiteful nature, other ideas were benevolent, mirthful jokes, or even small gifts of a kind. The thing that consumed her every thought was excitement, for tomorrow, was Halloween...