Her touch feels good...but...
You quickly grab her arms, pulling them away from your cock and your face.
"Wait just a freaking moment," you growl. "You bite me, turn me into a freak, and then expect me to hump you IN PUBLIC?" You wave your hand, pointing out that a few people have already started to stare. The female skunk blushes, gently taking your hand and leading you away. Hastily, you run through the shadows, until you duck into a tent marked "STORAGE". Inside, some people have stowed extra clothes - probably belonging to the carnies. As she searches through them for a set more appropriate to your improved size, her tail droops a bit.
"I...I suppose I do owe you an explanation for all of this."
"Gee, do you think?"
"My name...my name is Amaria. I am of an old race, the Therian - one that existed before mankind. We were - we ARE - beings of powerful magic, linked to the various animals that inhabit the Earth. At one point, many of us were worshipped as gods and goddesses. Ever wondered why so many of the gods of Egypt had the heads of animals? But some humans found ways to exploit us. Ones that already had magical power found that if they managed to trick us, and lure us into traps, they could steal virtually all of the magic from us. They would become stronger, while we would be reduced. The owner of this carnival is one of these bastards."
Exceptionally roomy underwear falls to the ground at your feet, followed by pants, and a shirt. She has managed to find a bra and panties, and is struggling to put it on by herself.
"He fooled dozens of us. Some are now sideshow freaks, others suffered even more humiliating fates. Do you have any idea how long I was trapped as a doll? Over a millenium. It's been over a thousand years since I was able to eat, or fuck, or walk, or even BREATHE..."
Now you're starting to feel a bit guilty for snapping at her. Slowly, you begin putting on the clothes that she's found for you.
"That...that's terrible. But, how did you manage to change back...and how did you turn me into a...a Therian?"
Amaria manages to pull a top over herself. It's a bit tight, but at least now she's closer to being decent as she hunts for something to wear on the bottom.
"Well...truth is, I stole a bit of magic from you. That was enough to rekindle my own abilities, letting me take on the form of a feral skunk. Then I used a bit more to push a bit of my soul into yours. A lot of the Therians haven't managed to survive being drained. After that, I briefly ran away until I recovered enough magic to change back to my true self."
"You mean I have magic?"
"Yes. But we'd better get out of here, and fast. The carnival master will have noticed that he's not receiving my magic any more." She hastily pulled up what looked like a pair of capris. They were very tight as well, displaying her butt very well, and failing to cover up her tail. "Come on, let's get out of here!"