I finished putting the ointment on myself in just a few minutes. It was warm against my skin, almost like wearing a blanket, and my entire body felt loose and relaxed. Even if this stuff didn't work as advertised, it felt great!
My thoughts then turned to what had brought me out here in the first place, and the best place possible to find someone to bed. Still naked except for the ointment, I walked to the window and looked out to the woods, taking in a couple of deep breaths before I put on my...
What the hell was that? I asked myself as a scent hit my nose. It was... wonderful.
Without a second thought, I slipped through the windowframe and jumped into the night, following the smell that was touching my nose. It seemed with every step that it got stronger as I passed quickly into the treeline and out of sight. I moved faster and faster, following that wonderful musk before a quick shift in the wind stopped me and I shook my head clear.
What the hell was I doing? I was in the middle of the woods, at night, wearing nothign but this fur coat... fur coat?
My heart almost stopped as I quickly looked over my body. It was covered in some light, short fur that was surprisingly warm. My hands were unreconizable, looking more like forelegs that ended in hooves. I ran them along the length of my neck and face and felt that everything was distorted into some partial deer shape, even with nubs of antlers pokeing out of my head!
I started to turn back toward the town, I definitly wasn't planning on spending the next three days as a buck! I took one step before the wind shifted again and the strong scent hit my nose again. Before I could conciously react, I fell to all fours and turned. I started moving with ease through the woods toward the scent, suddenly unwilling to stop myself.
Sliding to a stop in a clearing a few minutes later, I only was dimly aware that I was completely in the form of some kind of buck. I could feel the weight of a heavy set of antlers on my head, my ears turned one way and another looking for the sounds of predetors and hunters, and my nose found the scent of a doe in heat, waiting patiently at the edge of the clearing.
I approached her with confidence, her scent filling my nostrils. She was more than willing, perhaps by instinct, perhaps by the magic of the ointment. It was only moments before I found myself mounting her, over and over again, stopping only when the dawn came. We finally stopped, found a quiet, hidden grove of bushes and trees and fell asleep next to each other.