You follow the small herd for a long time, feeling more and more distant to the human self that you were just moments ago. You don't know why you just changed,
and a large part of you doesn't care.
The herd stops at a cool stream to drink, allowing you to catch up. You see now that it is made up of four does and a single buck. You feel a flash of anger. You're
a buck now, too. These should be your does. Even now, you can smell their sweet scent.
Just as suddenly, the feelings melt away. The forest, you realize too late, won't allow anger. The other buck knew that. You feel your antlers grow soft and fall
away, even the pedicles disapearing. You don't have to look to know that your genitals are changing, turning into an udder.
The anger melts into desire. You no longer have any desire to fight the buck. You approach him slowly, as he does you. His scent drives any doubts out of your
mind as he circles you. Moments later, you feel his weight on your back as he enters you and fills you with his seed.