"I think..." I pondered aloud, "I could get used to these hooves"
"Faun it is," Runt smiled, "You ready?"
I was astonished that he'd even asked. I took a moment to take in that I was actually asking him to do this and said, "As I'll ever be"
"I'm gonna take off your boxers," He informed me. I nodded. He pulled them gently off my legs revealing the embarrasing patch of flat skin.
He went back to my feet and pushed and poked at them until they were reshaped into proper deer legs. He plucked at my leg hair to fill them out with dark, brown fur. He moved slowly upwards until he reached my crotch.
He snapped his fingers and my cock appeared from nowhere. Gently, he placed it back in its appropriate spot, gave a little push and I felt it snap on, like a magnet. Promptly, it grew hard, eager to get going now it had returned to its master. I breathed out sensually.
"Turn over," He instructed quietly. I did so and he rubbed fur into the back of my legs. He pulled a fold of skin at the point just above my ass and pulled out a fluffy deer's tail.
He turned me back round. "Look at you," He tutted, "Barely a hair on your chest. Call yourself a faun?"
To my surprise, he licked from my navel straight up to my neck and dark fuzz spread across my torso.
"How big'd you like your horns?" He asked, "Stubby, like mine, or nice long and curly ones?"
"Um..." I said, not sure what to choose, "In for a penny I suppose. Give me the long ones"
He pulled out two folds of skin in my forehead and spiraled them into hard, yellowish ram's horns. I touched them gingerly, admiring the unexpected weight on my head.
Then, for the final touch, he put his lips on mine and kissed me. I squealed in horror for a second but it was so good I just let him do it. His tongue pushed against the bottom of my jaw and I felt a beard sprout on the outside.
The change was done but he didn't pull away. He kissed me tenderly and I felt a hand gasp my cock.
"Missed this, have we?" he whispered and began to pump.
I grunted in animalistic pleasure and eagerly resumed the kiss. It was savage and raw. I found myself biting his lip as his free hand clawed at my hairy chest.
We pulsated as one, until I squeaked in vulnerable joy and cum sprayed Runt's arm.
"I think this means we're in a relationship," he smiled, "Wanna change your facebook?"