Rachel screamed in pain as the stag violated her; for a moment she immediately regretted ever coming to this island, ever joining this game, and certainly letting herself be caught, more or less. She had only had sex with a human male once, but the stags dick was so much bigger it felt like it was stabbing her insides.
And then, suddenly, a thrust or two later, it felt better. Good even. Very good. It was still filling her, stretching her ... but it didn't hurt, it felt ... fulfilling. Rachel realized: "My vagina must have turned into a doe's vagina. This is really going to happen!"
Rachel had thought Zoey's transformation happened quickly, but her own felt tantalizing slow. Probably because she was starting to feel such pleasure that she had little sense of time.
The stag was standing on its hind legs, with its front legs on either side of her hips, now, but she didn't feel like he felt too heavy. If anything, she wanted him to thrust harder.
She could feel tingling, warmth, itchiness all over her body: that was probably her fur growing. She couldn't see her face, of course but she could feel it pushing into a snout. She felt the wetness of her nose, and began to smell the musk of stag, as well as her own juices, and that of the other doe (Zoey). It drove her even wilder, if that was possible. She let out a series of moans, and tried to squeal, "yes, fuck me!" but instead of her voice, she heard an animalistic sort of bleat, like a human imitating an animal.
She felt something at her behind brushing against the stags underbelly, above her, and realized it was her tail. "Fuck!" she thought. "I'm really growing a tail. I'm really turning into a fucking animal! I'm being fucked by an animal! I ... I am an animal, this is it!" She let out another long, moaning bellow as she felt her pussy clamp down harder on the stag's cock, as she entered a stage that was more or less one long orgasm.
She opened her eyes, which she just realized were closed, and saw the other doe standing in front of her with intense interest: she thought she saw her lick her lips.
Rachel looked down at her arms and saw she no longer leaning down on her elbows, but propped up fully on the tips of her fingers. Her arms were long and thin, but muscular. Legs. She realized they were really legs, now. She was standing on the tips of her fingers, and she saw them merge into just two, and then those start to darken.
"My hooves," she thought. As her rear conformed more and more to the motion of the stag's thrusts, she realized that her back legs must be fully a does already. She turned her head to look, and found her neck was long and flexible. She saw the beast above her, fully lost on the act of pounding her, and she closed her eyes again as the stag bellowed and neared its climax.
Rocking shudders gripped her new body as the stag unloaded into her. She could smell a slight change in his hormones and pheromones. He withdrew from her, and she opened her eyes again and looked down at her front legs, covered in fur and complete with hooves. She cranes her neck all around. Her body was essentially indistinguishable from that of any doe in the forest to any but the most expert observer.
She felt a rush of exhilaration, followed by slight disappointment as she realized the stag was already bounding off into the forest. Nevertheless, she took a moment to jump and prance on her new four hooves. It seemed totally natural to her to be in this body now; if anything, it was weird to think that she had been a naked woman hiding behind a tree a short time ago.
"Well, what do it think?" the other doe asked.
"Zoey!" Rachel exclaimed. "You can talk! I can talk!?"
"We're not really 'talking' but understanding other animals of the same type is part of it. Anyway, what do you think?"
"Of being a doe? Of getting pounded by a stag?" Rachel laughed: "Best experience of my life! I can't believe ... I can't believe how good it feels to just be ... an animal!"
"It feels totally free," Zoey said. "I knew you'd like it. Sorry you won't get the prize money, but I knew I'd never be able to hold out and win. "
"What good is money, anyway?" joked Rachel. "We're a couple of fucking deer in the forest."
She felt totally at peace and pleased with that declaration. But still had to wonder ... now what?