SUNDAY (PM)
The couple drove pass the boundary line of their destination, official reaching Simpsonville. They shouted with glee in the car, turning to one another and embracing. They drove through the centre of town, quickly spotting advertisements for the accursed fair all around. They follow the signs and are lead to a big field. It was completely empty except for a single sign: "Simpsonville Fair - Opens Tomorrow 7PM"
"We have to wait a whole other day?!" They yelled together, not masking their disappointment.
"The damn ticket guy was out by a day! " Peter shouted.
"Hey, maybe the fair was delayed somehow, huh? Besides they aren't even here yet. So it's not like we can do anything. We could always wait here and try and catch that gypsy bitch as she arrives". Lauren said.
"You mean like a stake out?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, I guess so." Lauren replied.
"Okay. Works for me." They drove back into town and grabbed some supplies, food, torches and a blanket before heading back to the lot. Time slowly ticked away as they sat in the car talking to one another. Eventually they decided to wander around outside and take a walk, get some fresh air. They walked for what must have been half an hour. It was rapidly getting dark as the sun threatened to sink completely behind the horizon. They decided that they would return to their car when suddenly Lauren tripped. She fell flat on her face.
"Hey are you alright?!" Peter said; as he bent down to help her up.
"Yeah... I just lost my balance, is all." She grabbed his hand as he pulled her back up onto her feet, though as she went to take another step her foot flew out of her shoe, her other following suit as she fell again. This time though, she caught herself, landing on her hands as she took a quadruped form.
Peter looked down at the ground, glancing at her shoes and then the feet they flew from, though it would be inaccurate to call them such now. Now, they were hooves.
"Oh no... Lauren your feet!" he said, causing her to turn her head. She raised one of the hooves and inspected it, though strangely she felt aroused. The feeling was amplified the more that she looked at it.
She looked upwards at Peter, ignoring his words as his mouth began to tremble. His entire face slowly pushed forwards as his jaw extended, forming a muzzle much like hers. Finally he noticed as his nostrils widened and more teeth grew in to fill the gaps. His tongue became large and broad, easily filling his new mouth. While Peter kept talking the words went right through Lauren, as if he was moving in slow motion.
"Oh no… This morning's change that we found... It must have been from last night! So it is working to 2 a day now!" He said, mumbling to himself while Lauren flailed on the ground.
"Lauren what are you doing?!" He asked.
"Let's have sex in the mud." She replied bluntly, lifting the rear of her skirt up her back, revealing for the second time that day her dripping sex. As much as he wished he wasn't, he was stiff in a second. His penis poked out of the loose shorts he was wearing, a constant reminder of his desires. He grasped his shorts by their sides and dropped them to his feet, taking position behind his girlfriend before once more entering her.
All doubts dropped from his mind as he began thrusting wildly into her. In between gasps of sexual pleasure Lauren managed to make out a sentence.
"Unh! Yeah! Come down here baby, get on all fours... It feels so much better!" Without even thinking about it Peter began to descend, lowering his body further to the ground when suddenly there was a loud noise.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" The pair jumped up in an instant, the mood gone while pulling their clothes back over their genitals as they turned to face whoever was shouting. They saw in the distance a bright light, a torch approaching them and behind it was a cop. He looked to be quite old as a few greys poked through in his hair, though he was built like a man in his early 30s.
Peter and Lauren were frozen on the spot.
"You kids know that's a crime? Public indecency? What the hell did you think you were doing?" He shouted again. "I hope you realize that you're both under arrest!"
"Buh... Wha…?!" They mumbled together, not believing they could be arrested at such a critical point in their plan.
"Save it. You know the drill. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..." The old police officer continued reading them their rights, before leading them back to his squad car.
Just as he closed the doors a large convoy pulled up, trailers and caravans of all shapes and sizes drove onto the field. The lead caravan's door opened. It was a familiar looking design. Suddenly the door opened and out stepped a little old lady. She looked right at the windows of the squad car, a twisted smile on her face.
"Gah!" Peter whispered as he tapped Lauren on the shoulder, pointing to the witch that had ruined their lived. With them now both looking the Gypsy just pointed at them and began laughing heinously.
It was a long quiet drive to the police station. Peter and Lauren just looked at each other guiltily. They were unable to say anything, though they knew what was on each other's minds. If this took too long they might end up in pretty bad shape. Finally they arrived and proceeded to fill out their details. The police took a photograph of them both and lead them to separate holding cells. They were the only ones in jail that night. It was a small town, where police seldom had to make arrests, which was probably why the old cop was so happy to make one.
Peter and Lauren slumped against the wall of their respective cell, staring up at the roof. It was getting late and who knows what tomorrow would bring. Finally they decided to get some sleep.