Now that you know (Monthly tale - 12) X

(Woman into doe)*

Thobias left his car and his shoes stepped into the wild mushy forest soil.

“This sucks...”

He began to walk the path through the trees, leaving the road behind, Dr. Roostwell’s house was close enough, but he still had to climb a small slope to arrive at the porch of the two storey cottage in the middle of the wood.

The chubby young man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“I need to do more exercise... or stop drawing the short straw...”

Research Director Dr. Rice Roostwell, the most brilliant mind in the field of quantum physics, mechanics and engineering, she was his boss.

He always thought that she was somewhere between cranky and silly, traits that perhaps all geniuses shared.

She was a tall, thin woman with a wide savage mane of curly brown hair that reached all the way to the middle of her back and she always had a dopey happy expression behind her round glasses Thobias thought she looked like a hippie, an opinion boosted by Dr. Roostwell’s love for baggy, brightly colored clothes and sandals.

All was going fine in the lab, or as fine as it usually did, but then, suddenly, on a day like any other, Dr. Roostwell didn’t come into work.

The first couple of days they thought she was just sick and had forgotten to send a note, but when they passed the fourth day of trying to call her home they began to worry and now, two weeks after her disappearance, luck had decided that Thobias had to go to her home to check if she was still alive.

Thobias sighed, shrugged his shoulders and knocked on the wooden door... the door squeaked and opened, leaving him free to pass into the cold darkness of the interior.

“Hello?” he asked from behind the door frame. “Dr. Roostwell?”

Nobody answered, but he could swear he heard something, a tiny rubbing sound, TV static, a soft moan... or all of them at the same time.

“Shit...”

He shook his head and moved inside the cottage, once inside it only seemed to become colder and darker.

The hallway was messy, trash in the corners, naked steps on the floor.

Looking around the first he found discarded clothes, half eaten dishes and open books with the margins of their pages filled with gibberish, but he didn’t see Dr. Roostwell anywhere.

It was cold inside because all the windows were open, Thobias saw her panties hanging from the sink in the kitchen, near a mug of still hot coffee.

“Dr. Roostwell... are you around?”

He asked... and heard a clear moan in the distance.

“HMMMAaaaAAAMMPHHHH!”

Thobias moved back into the messy hallway and began to slowly climb the stairs to the second floor, he cursed the squeaks that the wooden floor made with each step.

“Dr. Roostwell...?”

“Hmmm! YESH! YESH! DRILL HER! BLOW HER BRAINS!”

There was no doubt, it was Dr. Roostwell’s voice.

When he reached the top of the stairs he saw a light coming from one of the rooms to the left, rolling his eyes to avoid thinking twice he moved to and then opened the door.

“Sorry for interrupting you, Dr. Roostwell, it’s me, Thobias... you didn’t call or leave a note or answer the phone and we were starting to get... worried...”

Thobias stood in the entrance to the room, it was an ample sized but dark office with numerous bookshelves lining the walls, the windows were closed and the only source of light was on the big desk in the middle, in contrast to the rest of the house he felt the heat on his cheeks just standing outside.

The light came from a weird looking TV, it closely resembled an old divers helmet, large, round and heavy, standing on a neck that was connected to a battery and made of a brownish coppery metal.

It had a big double antenna on top and several buttons around the round screen, one big dial wheel below that screen, with a closed hole.

The screen was showing some kind of nature documentary, a doe was being pumped from behind by a very virile stag.

Dr. Roostwell was sitting in a comfy chair in front of the strange TV, even from his position, looking at the back of the chair, Thobias was completely sure that she was naked and masturbating as she watched the doe being fucked.

One of her unshaved spread legs was up on top of the desk and the quick rubbing of the two hands that she had on her crotch made that leg’s foot kick a pencil-case onto the floor.

She was only wearing a fluffy dressing gown that was covered in silly bunnies and her round glasses.

Without raising or stopping her sexual performance, Dr. Roostwell bent her neck to gaze back at Thobias with a smile.

“Hey there, come in, come in... HMMMPH... just... give me a moment... AH! I’m almost done...!”

Thobias’ moved closer, with his mind blank and a perfect poker faced expression.

Once he was near he saw that she wasn’t masturbating with just her hands, but with a gargantuan fleshy looking dildo that she was holding with both hands.

The doe and the buck in the screen bellowed.

“Yes! YES! Stupid fawn! TAKE IT ALL! YOU LOVE IT!”

Dr. Roostwell fingers curled, her legs stiffened and shook and pure pleasure made her face shine as she lost herself in the torrent of orgasms, the screen turned off at the peak of the sexual climax.

As the sweaty, naked, mature woman lost herself in delight, Thobias’ felt the tingle in his pants, looking at her pale moist skin... she wasn’t all that bad for her age, skinny maybe, a bit of a chubby belly, quite a hairy crotch, legs and armpits, her tits not all that big and her nipples seemed small even when hard... but she was a naked woman... and he wasn’t made of stone...

After several long minutes of silence and soft moans the woman shook her head, leaving her trance.

“That was an amazing last ride for an old primate cunt, don’t you think?” she chuckled, straightening up in her chair and starting to pull the long dildo from her vagina, causing several quite unique sounds with that action. “Hmmpfff... You even arrived at the perfect moment, to put the cherry of the humiliation on top this cake of hedonistic degradation!”

Thobias was amazed that such a big thing was all the way inside Dr. Roostwell pussy, it was long, with a weird animalistic shape, pointy and thinner at the end... like a buck’s cock.

Once it was out, she put the slimy toy on the table, next to the weird looking TV, close to a pair of deer antlers that rested between the dirty dishware.

She looked at him with a radiant smile.

“Nice to see you again, Rodrigo!”

Thobias remain silent for a little longer before his lips separated.

“Hi... It’s Thobias... Dr. Roostwell, did you... did you go completely nuts?”

The woman chuckled, shaking her head and pushing her glasses up her nose.

“No, no, no, no, no, don’t be silly... of course... of course not...” her chuckle ended abruptly, her eyes were lost in the distance, she sniffed, rubbed her nose and then said. “Maybe a tiny bit... it’s complicated...”

“Are you on drugs...?”

“No! Just... lots of coffee and sugar...”

“Dr. Roostwell...”

Dr. Roostwell raised her arms, making her tits bounce.

“Look, kid, just listen to the silly naked old woman for a moment, OK? Can give you give me that, Thobi?”

Thobias was thinking that, looking at the hairy crotch, which like her head had some gray hairs, he shook his head defeated, escaping that train of thought and then sighed.

“OK, Dr. Roostwell... I guess...”

“Call me Rice, kiddo, if you hadn’t noticed we are far beyond formalities here, for fucks sake, I’m butt naked and just masturbated with a giant dildo watching deer fuck without giving a damn about you watching me.”

“But when I began to work in the lab you told me...”

“I don’t care what this sorry excuse for a woman said in the past!” she laughed, then she pointed to the TV. “What did you see on that screen?”

Thobias looked at the woman’s shiny eyes, then at the screen, then back at the woman.

“Deers... fucking... I-if you are into... into that kind of... stuff...” he began to say but was immediately interrupted by the woman.

“I’m only into myself getting fucked, you dipshit!” she put a finger in the hole in the TV, with the other hand she began to spin the wheel and push the buttons. “Just watch!”

Rice spun the wheel, the screen fuzzed...

A doe eating berries.

Another fuzz...

A doe peeing in the woods.

Fuzz...

A doe walking in the snow.

Thobias frowned.

“I don’t get it...”

“Shhh!”

The woman continued spinning the wheel.

A doe, this one also getting fucked.

A doe jumping between the trees.

A doe drinking from a river.

Rice’s eyes were lost on the screen and the many does, her fingers span the wheel very slow, making the screen jump from doe to doe, she seemed to have seen all of them hundreds of times.

A doe socializing with another doe.

A doe sleeping.

A pregnant doe.

“Please... Dr... Rice... I don’t...”

A doe with her fawns.

A doe in autumn.

A doe climbing some rocks, escaping from a fire.

“This thing is a flux window...” said the woman without stopping looking at the screen or spinning the dial.

Thobias’ mouth dropped open as he looked at the screen, the antenna the battery...

“No way...” he mumbled. “No way! You made it?! You made it Dr. Roostwell!” he shouted.

Rice nodded, Thobias chuckled... he looked at the screen again... and his face turned slowly back to a frown.

“Why... Why are there only does on the screen?”

The woman sniffed loudly.

“That’s the question... isn’t it? The only question that matters here... I finished building it... I HAD to use it, I had to be the first human being to see other realities, other me’s... but I only saw does... does fucking, shitting and eating... does giving birth... just does...”

“What does that mean...” Thobias stopped half sentences. “That would mean that...”

Rice finished for him.

“In every other reality, Rice Roostwell isn’t a genius or a woman, the poor dumbfuck isn’t even a person... she’s just a bloody stupid doe...”

“That’s impossible...”

A wolf eating a doe.

The pelt of a doe.

A doe’s head mounted on a chimney breast.

“The poor idiots don’t even always get a happy ending...”

A young female fawn.

A doe rolling the the grass.

A buck.

“Sometimes I am male...”

“You aren’t those animals!”

Rice stopped spinning the dial, she leaned back and pulled her finger out from inside the device.

“There was only a single exception... apart from the me sitting here right now pretending to be a woman, of course...”

Thobias eyebrows raised with curiosity as he looked at his naked boss again.

“Which was?”

“A reality in which I was like some sort of evil bitch... I was missing an eye, had terrible hair... a witch came and just transformed me into a freaking mouse and threw me into a cage of... I got fucked by the male mice as she masturbated... she just did it for fun... didn’t even care...”

“You are kidding... surely?”

“I wish I was...” Rice lifted her eyes, looking directly into Thobias’ face. “You damn idiots didn’t even notice that I was the new mouse despite the eye thing...”

Thobias took a step back, looking at the naked woman, the flux window, he grabbed his forehead, thinking, breathing, calming down.

“OK, OK...” he lowered his arms. “OK, you made the flux window, OK...”

“A lot to swallow... the existence of other realities... that your boss is a cervine...”

“But you are not...” he sighed, trying to reassure his thoughts. “But the window... The window! That means that there’s infinite realities!”

“Yup...”

“If there’s infinite realities then you can’t be a deer in all of them!”

“I wasn’t a deer in all of them, in one I ended up as a mouse, here I’m human...”

“MOST of them!”

“You think I hadn’t thought about it?”

“Ah... and?”

Rice leaned back in her chair, crossing her fingers over her naked tits.

“I have a very good hypothesis, almost a theory.”

She waited in silence for a while.

“Are you going to tell me...? Or...?”

“Sure, sure... In a reality, or multi-reality, governed by entropy, chaos and causality it would make total sense that there would be universes in which I was born or tragically transformed into some kind of deer, but not in all or even most of them... which is what we found...” she scratched her hairy crotch.

Thobias looked up, thinking.

“So...”

“So.”

“So... we aren’t in a multi-reality governed by those things....”

“That’s also my conclusion, despite all indications, for this to make sense it must mean that we live in a deterministic and arbitrary reality... which means I’m fucked... I call it Rice’s Doe Cunt Hypothesis.”

“But... but... What about free will... chaos, entropy... or... chance...”

Rice shrugged.

“Dunno, they seems to still work, no?”

“No... Yes... I... I need a drink, could you please put on some pants...”

“No, I need your mind clear, and no, did you listen to what I just said? I am a doe, I’m not going to wear stupid pants.”

“But... OK... OK!”

“Stop saying that, this isn’t.”

“Yeah, OK... sorry... I mean... I mean...”

“Thinking too hard about it put me in this situation, baby, don’t hurt yourself... I’m going to become a deer, that’s all.”

“You are just accepting it...?”

“I will explain later, but I need you clear because I need your help...” the naked woman leaned forward, she moved some trash around her desk until she found a poorly manufactured device. “Here, grab this.” she said, giving the thing to the poor confused young man.

Thobias checked the device, it looked like a mix between a film camera and a lantern tied with tape to a hairdryer.

“What’s this crap...?”

“A flux re-aligner... aligned to my DNA...”

“Aligner... this... this piece of trash will transform you into a doe...”

Dr. Rice Roostwell nodded calmly.

“I... I would have used it on myself... maybe it would have been better to just disappear into the woods... where I belong as what I am... but... I couldn’t find the strength... to do it... that’s why I need you, I ask you, I beg you... for this last request...”

Thobias held the thing tightly that could end the existence of his boss as a woman, desperately trying to find reason in all the madness.

“You can’t ask me...” he stopped and looked at the dark screen of the flux window. “You already know... don’t you...”

The feeble, thin, trembling woman nodded slowly.

“Fuck off man...” grunted Thobias. “Do I agree to this?”

“It isn’t always you, Thobi, sometimes it’s Mary, sometimes it’s Leo or Rodrigo, sometimes a cop... my nephew... a buck... but it always ends the same way...”

“It doesn’t have to...”

“I have also see this conversation, all the versions... and the thing is... I want it to end this way...”

“Why?!”

Rice shut her eyes for a moment.

“Let’s go outside...”

She stood up, leaving her fluffy dressing gown on the seat and passed naked in front of Thobias.

“Hey... HEY! Wait, I didn’t agree!” said Thobi, following her.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

The guy froze half way down the stairs, looking at Rice’s ass as she reached the bottom of them and continued walking towards the living room.

He blinked, shook his head and rushed to catch the naked woman.

“We... You want... us... other us to do it?”

“Sometimes!” shouted the woman, moving into the yard in front of the house through the sliding door in the living room. “I have to say that it would be nice to feel a human man like a human woman one last time... but it’s up to you!”

She jumped barefoot into the cold forest soil, Thobias followed her.

“I don’t want to have sex with you! Or transform you into a freaking doe!”

“You are going to do one of those two things for sure.” Rice stopped near the line of trees, enjoying the dirt on her toes. “Be careful, I may have peed around here...”

That didn’t shock Thobias, he had moved beyond that around half an hour ago.

“No, I’m not going to do any of them! If... If this reality is deterministic then how does all of this work”

“You think I hadn’t thought about that...?”

“So?”

“It’s part of Rice’s Doe Cunt Hypothesis, and I’m sure about this point, these realities work because they may be deterministic, but they are a sub-layer of another set of reality that actually works on entropy.”

Rice opened her arms and slowly spun under the sun with a smug smirk on her lips.

“You really are a genius... uh?” Gasped Thobias, standing, unable to take his eyes from the woman’s nude body.

“Yeah, baby Thobi, the smartest doe in the entire forest! Buck’s are going to be crazy for my furry butt!”

She stopped, laughing loudly, Thobias gulped, seeing her as some ethereal old nymph, a damned maiden queen of an ancient fairy tale, flawless in her flaws.

“How... How can you just be OK with this...”

“Who says I am?”

“You don’t seem mad...”

“I’m fucking furious, you can’t imagine how much, my blood is fucking boiling!” Rice took off her glasses and threw them against a tree, she breathed deeply, calming herself. “But getting angry will not solve this... nothing will solve this...”

“So you’re just giving up...”

“No! Fuck no!” she put her hands on her hips, standing proud in her nudity. “But I have seen how sadly this tale ends if I let frustration drag me down, so I choose to become a doe... I’m not telling you this... Well, I am, but not just to you...” she looked up. “I’m telling this to the Rice Roostwell that is seeing me right now while crying in despair at the edge of insanity, because she needs to hear this, we aren’t a doe by some universal fuck up! We are a doe because we want to, because we are going to enjoy it, running free in nature, fucking bucks, having fawns... it’s going to be fun...” she sniffed. “It’s going to be OK, really OK.”

Thobias nodded slowly and looked down at the flux re-aligner he was still holding tightly.

“Once it’s done... Once you are... running free in nature... What... What do I do?”

Rice shrugged, she stood near the tree where her broken glasses were resting in its roots, she raised a leg, putting her foot against the bark and with a soft moan began to pee.

“Aaaah... Up to you I guess, it only showed my realities, not yours... I would burn everything to the ground if you ask me, but if you do that be careful to just burn my old house, not the new one... okay? Just forget I was ever a woman and let the world forget me... But my notes, the tech, the damn window... are yours, it’s a pretty juicy pile of trash, you may get a Nobel... But I don’t recommend you using it, for obvious reasons.”

Once her bladder was satisfied she moved back to stand in front of the young man.

“I...” Thobias looked into her eyes, her shiny eyes, and sighed for the hundred time... and then raised the re-aligner, pointing it at the woman. “Are you ready...?”

Rice opened her arms wide, making it easy for him to aim at her chest.

“I have spent like four days masturbating with deer porn waiting for you!” she chuckled. “My old pussy is sore and I’m as ready as fuck!”

Thobias also chuckled.

“You... You are the worst boss I have ever had!”

She smiled. 

“Uuuuh... wanna puke it out now that I’m down like a dead horse? Go for it, you are totally right, I’m a lazy slag, head always in the clouds, pushing my responsibilities onto you bunch, I clearly shouldn’t have ever been chief of anything!”

“And the worst woman in the world!”

“A bit too harsh? But not that wrong, what a frigid pot-head hippy with a stick all the way up  my ass I’ve been... I totally deserve this, it’s fitting to the inch!”

“Yeah, you stupid old doe!”

They both laughed, clearly and honestly, embracing the mad absurdity of everything until their lungs were empty.

“Aaaah... you are totally fired, dipshit!”

“Good luck trying to fire me, tree pisser!”

“Oh, yeah? Well, then I will pee on your car... Tsssh...” she shook her head, chuckling. “Can we can get this done with already? My arms are tired of making a cross and I don’t want them damp when I have to get down on all fours...” she spread her legs. “By the way, don’t put that thing too close to your face, the battery is probably going to explode.”

Thobias nodded and obeyed, Rice pointed her face to the sky, clenching her fists fiercely.

“OK...” the man extended his arms... pulled the trigger of the device…

A blank high pitched sound, the battery exploded, Thobias’ hands shook, the broken aligner crashed to the ground.

Rice’s nails dug into the skin of her palms, she felt the brutal hit in the belly and chest, if she hadn’t already done it she would have peed herself right there.

“GODDAMMIT! SHIT!” she yelled.

“Are you alright?” asked Thobias after licking the burnt tips of his fingers.

“No...!” Rice breathed deeply, standing back up straight. “I’m not, but it’s fine...”

“Did it work...?”

“Yes, trust me, it worked.”

“But... you are still... a woman...”

The still a woman chuckled.

“You thought it was going to be POOF bye, bye Rice, hello there doe... no, not with my luck... just wait and see...”

He did indeed wait, enjoying the view, but apart from becoming a bit sweaty nothing seemed to happen to the mature woman’s body.

“Are you sure...”

“Yes... you impatient douche, I’m sure...”

“But you don’t...”

“Seem to be growing fur...” Rice finished his sentence, Thobias shut his lips. “I have seen this, I’m not going to get my hopes up only to get kicked in the crotch and back down... you... Nghhh...” she shut her eyes, giving a loud snort.

“It’s beginning?”

“Yes, yes it is...” Rice leaned against a tree and spread her legs, more than any time before, she put a hand over her crotch and fondled her pubic hair. “Look...”

Thobias gulped and took a step closer.

It took him a moment to notice, the slow wave of very small, subtle changes.

The lips of her vagina turning dark and leathery, white fur spreading amongst the curly pubic hairs, making them fall.

“OOOOOAH!” moaned Rice. “It’s as intense as I... imagined...”

Thobias looked up at her face, he took one step back, her neck was slightly longer as were her ears.

The woman gasped and her ears moved, growing longer and pointy as the hair on her head began to drop.

“Holy shit...” gasped the boy.

“Now you believe me, uh?” grunted the woman.

He nodded, his eyes as open as wide as windows.

Quickly her long hair felt like a cascade, leaving her head bald on top of a too long and too thick neck, she touched her bald scalp and very furry crotch, she took a couple of steps closer to the guy and stopped, lowering ears and arms, closing her fists, leaning forward her neck.

“NREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUGH!”

Her bellow made some birds fly off.

Rice licked her darkening lips and nose a couple of times, her tongue grew longer with each lick.

“What was that for?” asked Thobias.

She shrugged.

“Blow off some steam? Announce my arrival to the forest?... in some versions of this a buck comes right about now...” she looked around with her swelling eyes. “And fucks me hard as you watch me change... guess I’m not even lucky with that... Goddammit... I don’t even have fangs anymore.”

Rice opened her mouth to show it, and in the middle of that motion the bones of her face cracked and pushed slightly forward into the muzzle that it would certainly soon be.

“Graaaaah! Fuck that hurt!”

Thobias blinked.

“It... It hurts...?”

“A bit... NEEEh... uuurrr... sorry, it’s more like... like a numbing sensation... hot... and itchy... wearing a sweater... just a big, comfy sweater, while being in the middle of the Sahara...”

She gave a couple more bleats as she sensually slid her hands to follow the growth of the fur, fingers and toes merging into double hooves as she did it.

The snapping of her pelvis and rear made her fall forward and Thobias stepped back, legs and arms gained in length and became thinner as she stood on her four sturdy hooves.

Her ribcage began to expand then, barreling up her entire torso over her white hairy belly, the fur on her back and legs was brown.

That expansion caused her breasts to deflate due to the extreme stretching of her skin, they diminished until even her nipples were gone, but at the same time, between her back legs, an udder with four teats swelled.

A short furry tail raised behind her, her head, on top of the long neck, almost completely bald and the only thing that was even barely human on her cervine body, barely being a huge understatement.

Long pointy ears and a forming muzzle...

“You are almost done...” the guy muttered.

She bleated.

“NAAEeeehhh! I... I duuunt haaveeee aniiithiiin cleeeveeer tuuu seeey...”

“Really?”

“Iiiii NEEEEEAAAA! Iiii jooost hoooorneeee... wannaaaaaa... wannnaaaaaa...” her quickly reshaping inhuman face tried to smirk, distorting the erotic horror of the loss of her humanity even more. “I jooosh wannneeee baaaag buuuuuck fuuuuuuck meeeEEAAHHHH! BREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

The final succession of cracks, the bleats clearly that of a brown female doe that was all that was left when it was over.

Man and doe looked at each other, at the end of the climax of what had just happened.

“Dr. Roostwell...?”

The ears of the doe raised up.

“Rice... are you... are you still in there?”

Thobias saw all the bright genius, intellect and will in the brightness behind the doe’s dull eyes, but the doe still shook her head left and right, answering no to his question.

After that she raised one of her back legs and bent her neck to lick the hairy teats of her udder.

He raised a hand, trying to get closer, to touch, the doe noticed it.

She focused her attention back onto him, she put her muzzle against his hand, wet and warm, it was real.

Her tongue gave one last lick, then she passed near to the guy and with a few clumsy short jumps entered into the forest, soon disappearing amongst the trees.

The silence of the forest became painfully loud, Thobias lowered his hand...

...

It was late noon when the motor started with a roar and the car moved away.

Thobias looked back at the forest, the house at the top of the slope, he left all the doors and windows open.

Closer, on the back seat, was the weird TV, that damned thing, and a couple of boxes with the most important notes of the many he had found around the house.

He looked forward, grabbing the wheel with both hands, the car passed a sign that warned about does crossing the road.

The guy didn’t know what to do, with the flux window, with the notes... with his life...

After what he had seen... Rice’s transformation... it had been terrifying... but at the same time... at the same time...

He gulped, feeling the weight of the cursed TV as if it was on his shoulders... he had already begun to wonder, what would happen if he used it... how bad could a tiny sneak peek be... for him... or for the world...

Now that he knew why Dr. Rice Roostwell had stopped going to work, he didn’t have a single clue what to do... but at the same time, the answer seemed to be right there at arms length...