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Many people had suddenly disappeared off the face of the planet ever since the Exotic Pet Carnival had been started. Once of twice, somebody was not missed, but then several hundred people walk into a circus tent and don't come back out. Entire lines of people eager to jump on the rides were gone without a trace. It was drawing great concern.
There were plenty of animals, though. In fact,there were more animals than people now. Some were getting deathly suspicious considering many an animal or two knew some human speech or some of the visitors by their name. Suffice to say, it was getting hard to maintain them all and there was some confusion by the remaining officials on where their owners had gone.
Nevertheless, It was getting to a point that even the enchantments the Wandering Witch was conjuring to keep people calm wasn't enough. There was something terribly and awfully wrong about this place. People were getting flatout frightened or beginning to complain to officials about disappeared family members. Those with enough sense were getting to their cars and leaving as quietly as they could. Nobody who remained in the Carnival would be getting back out on two legs, for most cases.
For Daniel and Elise Radcliffe, it was heartbreaking to see their children want to come to the carnival so hard only to be asked to leave. Both girls threw an enormous tantrum, screaming and crying over not be able to see any of the exotic animals that they'd never consider owning in a million years. The two of them had to use their best judgment to put their feet down. Whatever was happening at the Carnival was not good for anyone. They'd all be fools to linger any longer.
Still, there was something that they could at least get while they were outside the parking lot. There was a man running a concession cart selling cotton candy. Though it was all identical, the paper handles had varying animals printed on the glossy wrapping. Thus far, it had only been attractions and petting zoos. They had eaten some of the food earlier and there'd been no negative effects or even food poisoning. There was no reason to believe a simple confection could do anything to their children or themselves.
“Why not?” Elise prompted her husband. “It'll at least keep the children quiet until we get home.”
For ten dollars, they were given four cones of cotton candy, each imprinted with a different animal. Daniel got himself one with a bighorn sheep. His wife settled with a zebra. Their daughters, Amelia and Stephanie, had a Gazelle and Rabbit, respectfully. With their cotton candy in-hand, the family made their way out to the lot and not a single word about wanting to stay at the Carnival was uttered the whole way.
They were almost to their car, though, when Elise paused and bent over, moaning loudly as if she were in pain. Amela and Stephanie looked on, mildly concerned but more interested in finishing off their snacks. Their dad knelt down, cotton candy in hand, as he asked “What's wrong, honey?”
When Elise looked up again, she leaned in and nipped Daniel's face, barking excitedly. She had dropped her candy as she held up her hands in cupped fists, looking like hooves. Her face was going white with dark stripes as she clopped her feet against the ground with an audible clip clop, as she said. “I'm fine, Danny! Just so fine! Yee-hee-hee-hee!”
Danny jumped back, dropping his cotton candy to see his hands shifting into cloven hooves. “Oh, no! Even the cotton candy was bad! It was ba-a-a-a-a-ad!”
The two children watched as their parents succumbed to the effects of the cotton candy, their mom prancing about excitedly as a zebra mare while their dad began bucking off his clothes as hard as he could. As Amelia's new gazelle horns sprouted on her head, signifying she was, in fact, getting older, she realized something important as she looked at her own handhooves.
“I need to get these clothes off, Stephanie. Gazelles can't be wearing these kind of clothes!” She bleated, barely able to move with how fast she'd outgrown her clothes, falling to all fours.
“Hehe, silly Amy. Wearing clothes...I just have to shrink out of mine!” Amelia giggled between her incisors, the fur spreading all over her as her clothes fell around her. The world was just getting so large now as her family finished their changes into a bighorn sheep ram, a zebra mare, a gazelle and an american jackrabbit.
Christopher, the Witch's first Agent, looked on chuckling to himself at them taking the bait like suckers. He should take on this kind of fieldwork more when he was off duty and not just delivering music clips to his Mistress's targets.
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Collaboration done with
bobbyj251 and myself. Technically we commissioned each other, where I write a number of words equal to the cost of this batch of photomorphs. XP
For more accounts of The Wandering Witch, check out the Hub here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14243848/
There were plenty of animals, though. In fact,there were more animals than people now. Some were getting deathly suspicious considering many an animal or two knew some human speech or some of the visitors by their name. Suffice to say, it was getting hard to maintain them all and there was some confusion by the remaining officials on where their owners had gone.
Nevertheless, It was getting to a point that even the enchantments the Wandering Witch was conjuring to keep people calm wasn't enough. There was something terribly and awfully wrong about this place. People were getting flatout frightened or beginning to complain to officials about disappeared family members. Those with enough sense were getting to their cars and leaving as quietly as they could. Nobody who remained in the Carnival would be getting back out on two legs, for most cases.
For Daniel and Elise Radcliffe, it was heartbreaking to see their children want to come to the carnival so hard only to be asked to leave. Both girls threw an enormous tantrum, screaming and crying over not be able to see any of the exotic animals that they'd never consider owning in a million years. The two of them had to use their best judgment to put their feet down. Whatever was happening at the Carnival was not good for anyone. They'd all be fools to linger any longer.
Still, there was something that they could at least get while they were outside the parking lot. There was a man running a concession cart selling cotton candy. Though it was all identical, the paper handles had varying animals printed on the glossy wrapping. Thus far, it had only been attractions and petting zoos. They had eaten some of the food earlier and there'd been no negative effects or even food poisoning. There was no reason to believe a simple confection could do anything to their children or themselves.
“Why not?” Elise prompted her husband. “It'll at least keep the children quiet until we get home.”
For ten dollars, they were given four cones of cotton candy, each imprinted with a different animal. Daniel got himself one with a bighorn sheep. His wife settled with a zebra. Their daughters, Amelia and Stephanie, had a Gazelle and Rabbit, respectfully. With their cotton candy in-hand, the family made their way out to the lot and not a single word about wanting to stay at the Carnival was uttered the whole way.
They were almost to their car, though, when Elise paused and bent over, moaning loudly as if she were in pain. Amela and Stephanie looked on, mildly concerned but more interested in finishing off their snacks. Their dad knelt down, cotton candy in hand, as he asked “What's wrong, honey?”
When Elise looked up again, she leaned in and nipped Daniel's face, barking excitedly. She had dropped her candy as she held up her hands in cupped fists, looking like hooves. Her face was going white with dark stripes as she clopped her feet against the ground with an audible clip clop, as she said. “I'm fine, Danny! Just so fine! Yee-hee-hee-hee!”
Danny jumped back, dropping his cotton candy to see his hands shifting into cloven hooves. “Oh, no! Even the cotton candy was bad! It was ba-a-a-a-a-ad!”
The two children watched as their parents succumbed to the effects of the cotton candy, their mom prancing about excitedly as a zebra mare while their dad began bucking off his clothes as hard as he could. As Amelia's new gazelle horns sprouted on her head, signifying she was, in fact, getting older, she realized something important as she looked at her own handhooves.
“I need to get these clothes off, Stephanie. Gazelles can't be wearing these kind of clothes!” She bleated, barely able to move with how fast she'd outgrown her clothes, falling to all fours.
“Hehe, silly Amy. Wearing clothes...I just have to shrink out of mine!” Amelia giggled between her incisors, the fur spreading all over her as her clothes fell around her. The world was just getting so large now as her family finished their changes into a bighorn sheep ram, a zebra mare, a gazelle and an american jackrabbit.
Christopher, the Witch's first Agent, looked on chuckling to himself at them taking the bait like suckers. He should take on this kind of fieldwork more when he was off duty and not just delivering music clips to his Mistress's targets.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Collaboration done with
bobbyj251 and myself. Technically we commissioned each other, where I write a number of words equal to the cost of this batch of photomorphs. XPFor more accounts of The Wandering Witch, check out the Hub here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14243848/
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Gazelle
Size 840 x 560px
File Size 51.9 kB
I didn't pick most of these photos. I left this up to bobbyj251 and I trust his judgment on what works for a photomorph and what doesn't. Why?
bobbyj251 and I trust his judgment on what works for a photomorph and what doesn't. Why? 
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