The Day The Magic Returned

This is a work of fiction. Any sexual activities described will be between persons of at least 18 years of age. Depictions of fantasy realm racism, interspecies procreation, and modern military violence may be present.

Chapter 1

My name is Joshua Kline. It is currently August of 2024, and like many these days, I was once a human. Everyone who experienced changes on 1 January of 2001 remembers how they woke up the next morning. Those of us were awake when the changes started. Remember a whole lot more.

On 31 December 2000, I was a 30 year old Security Forces Staff Sergeant in the USAF stationed at Incirlik AB Turkey. I'd just worked a swing shift as a team leader with a young Oglala Lakota female airman from the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota. After taking the bus back to the dorm, she and I headed to the chow hall for some "midnight chow," where we both pigged out on leftovers from the evening meal. Afterward, we went back to our respective dorm rooms (she was my next-door neighbor), said our good nights, and headed inside. I quickly stripped out of my uniform and hopped into the shower.

As I showered, my head started to hurt. I had such a splitting head ache over my ears, and my ears hurt. My legs and face were itchy and my feet cramped, and my tailbone all so badly. As I was fighting the pain, I heard a scream of pain from Airman Twowolves next door.

With my feet cramping, my tail bone, head, and ears all hurting, I managed to hobble to my chest of drawers, grab a pair of workout shorts, and put them on. I hobbled out my door and to hers. I knocked but could hear her moaning in pain, I tried the door knob and found it unlocked. I entered and announced myself, "Airman Twowolves," I said as I hobbled inside. "This is SSgt. Kline, I heard you scream. Are you okay? Do you need help?"

I heard a moaned, "Please help me, sarge. I don't know what's fucking happening to me, but my entire fucking body hurts."

"Are you decent," I asked easing towards the door?

"No sarge, I'm not," was her weak reply, "I was fucking getting into the shower when everything just started to fucking hurt. I just couldn't stand up and fell to the fucking floor."

"I know the fucking feeling," I replied turning around and stripping the blanket off of her bed.

"Aren't you in pain," she asked weakly?

"Yeah, I fucking am," I said as I hobbled to the bathroom door. "But your scream outweighed my fucking pain," I finished as I turned the corner. When I saw her laying nude on the floor, I instantly knew that I wasn't ready for what I saw.

She'd managed to get her towel down and had covered her breasts and groin with it. Her entire body was visibly getting larger. Her lower body, from her hips down was changing, and for some reason I couldn't comprehend, taking a resemblance to the rear body of an animal, like a cow or something, tail included. Her nose and mouth area were growing and taking on a muzzle like appearance, and she was growing what looked like cow horns & ears.

As I watched, the cramps in my feet became too much to stand, and I slid down the door frame and sat in the floor with her. I realized that my legs were itchy, and when I went to scratch them, the hair on them was significantly longer. I then looked down at my legs, and saw that my feet were changing. That my toes were growing together and I was developing significant toe nails.

"Dawn," I said using her first name as I reached out to take her hand. "I have no fucking idea what's happening to you, but I'm having a similar experience."

She looked at my legs and said, "Sure looks like it to me sarge." She then looked up into my eyes and gasped, "Sarge, you're growing fucking horns, and pointy ears."

"What," I asked as I felt around my head with my other hand, and felt my ears which were growing fur, and straight out from my head. I then reached directly above them and found that I was indeed growing horns, rams horns to be precise. I looked at Dawn's form, smiled and replied, "Well Dawn, you're growing furry ears and fucking horns too."

She reached up and felt her horns and ears then said, "Damn!" She then looked back at me and asked, "What's fucking happening to us sarge?"

"I'll be damned if I know," I replied. After about a minute and idea came to me, so I asked her, "Dawn, how familiar are you with Ancient Greek Mythology?"

"We studied it in school a bit, but I'm no expert," she replied threw gritted teeth.

"Based on each of our conditions, I'd suggest that for some unknown fucking reason, you're turning into a minotaur, and I'm turning into a satyr."

She looked back down at her lower body then at me, and busted out laughing between grimaces of pain.

"What's so funny," I asked?

"The fact that my family are cattle ranchers back home on the res," she responded. "Then there's the irony that minotaurs are from Greek mythology and I'm Oglala Lakota," she finished.

"True enough," I replied before another thought raced through my mind. "As Oglala Lakota, your people used to hunt bison," I started in contemplation. "What if you're turning into a bison version of a minotaur?"

"Ignoring the fact that we have no fucking idea of why we're turning into something else in the first fucking place, that would make the most sense," she painfully agreed. "What about you?"

"Well, I'm of German Swiss descent," I said, "and the only explanation that I can think of as to why I'm specifically turning into a satyr is that today is my fucking 31st birthday. I'm a Capricorn, so that may have a bearing on my situation.

"Oh shit," she said. "I'm a Taurus, my birthday is May the 4th."

"Our astrological signs may have bearing on our situation, but I still have abso-fucking-lutely no idea as to why this shit is happening in the first place.

At that there was a knock on her open door. "Recall, recall," said the woman in a gas mask at the door. "There's a Squadron recall in effect."

"Hey," I yelled, "I don't think that Airman Twowolves nor I will be able to make the recall."

"Who's that," she asked? "Identify yourself?"

"I'm SSgt Joshua Kline," I responded, "Airman Twowolves and I are currently undergoing some kind of weird changes."

"What kind of changes," she asked as she stepped around the corner to look at us? As she saw us she radioed into the Law Enforcement Desk and informed them that she had two more and gave Airman Twowolves' room number as the address. She then looked at me and asked, "Is this your room, or hers?"

"Hers," I responded, "I'm next door."

"Okay," she said writing something in a note book, "That's good to know. Stay here, and the medics will come get you when they can," she finished before she left.

Chapter 2

I awoke as the first rays of sunlight shot through a gap in the curtains and reflected off of the mirror over Dawn's sink to my right. I was still, uncomfortably leaning against her bathroom's doorframe. Dawn and I must've fallen asleep, at some point during the night, there on the floor. I quickly noticed that at some point during the night, due to her increased size, she'd scooted up and was resting her head in my lap. I also noticed that her towel had slipped off of her and that I could see all of her nude body. While I found the her physical changes to her body attractive, my better angles made me cover her up with the blanket that I'd taken from her bed.

I sat there for a while just listening to her breath, when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I said leaning around the door frame.

"Hello," came the voice of a gasmask wearing male as the door opened, "Where are you?"

"We're in the latrine," I answered.

"Are you decent," came the skeptical voice?

"As decent as possible," I responded. "Are you the medics come to pick us up?"

"No, I'm not," came the voice, "I'm with service's, I've come to deliver your meals from the dinning facility."

"Meals," I asked? "Wasn't the hospital supposed to come for us?"

"I don't know about any of that," he said, "I was only ordered deliver meals to certain rooms, and this is one of the."

"Okay," I said. "Is the room next door on your list too?"

"Yes, it is," he replied.

"That's my room, please leave my food here for now," I asked?

"Okay," he said, as I assumed he set two meals on Dawn's desk.

"Hey, before you leave, do you have any idea what's going on around here."

"Not anymore than what I've heard on the news this morning," he replied.

"Would you please turn on the TV," I asked?

"Why can't you you turn it on," he asked?

"Because I have what looks like an 8 foot tall female minotaur asleep with her head in my lap," I replied, "They say, that cow horns hook, and her horns are too close to my junk for comfort."

I heard him laughing as he walked over to the TV, and turned it on.

"Thanks for that," I said.

"You're welcome," he said as he closed the door.

I sat there and listen to the TV. Apparently, whatever was going on was prompting Armed Forces Radio Television Service (or AFRTS) to forgo their regular programming and go to a consistent Fox news feed from the states. As I listened I learned that whatever had happened occurred world wide at precisely at 21:01 Greenwich Mean Time or Zulu time, and that definitely tracked with what I'd experienced. I also learned that what ever it was, occurred to exactly 50% of the population. They spoke of how certain cultures (predominantly the Islamic and strictest of the fundamental Christians), and the governments that they had spawned, were proclaiming the changed as the spawns of Satan and vowed to exterminate them.

"That," I said out loud to myself, "is fucking worrisome."

"What's fucking worrisome," asked a deep a sleepy sounding feminine voice from my lap? "What the fuck," she said. "Is that me," she asked, "Oh fuck, that is me," she finished as she began to stir.

I gently placed my hands on her horns and said, "Easy, easy, cow horns hook, cow horns hook," with a lot of apprehension in my voice.

"Cow horns," she asked as she started turning her head?

Gripping her horns as firmly as I could, "Yeah, cow horns," I quickly stated, "your cow horns, which are at this moment uncomfortably close to my junk."

"What the fuck are you doing in my room," she almost yelled at me, while disentangling herself from my lap. As she spun around and backed away from me, the blanket that had been covering her nakedness fell away She quickly realized that she was naked and asked, "What the fuck did you do to me last night you pervert," while trying to cover her nakedness with her hands?

"Besides come check on you when you've screamed in pain, hold your hand as you changed into a minotaur, and stroke your hair as you rested your head in my lap," I asked? "Abso-fucking-lutely nothing." Then I remembered the blanket, and said, "Oh, I forgot, I did cover up your nakedness with that blanket this morning when I woke up."

"Get the fuck out," she demanded.

"Okay," I said standing up on wobbly legs, "When you calm down, I'll be in my room next door," I collected my food container and opened her door. Before I stepped out I said, "A guy from services stopped by earlier and dropped off some food for us. I've taken mine, I'll see you later," and left.

I went to my room turned on the TV, and sat there eating sausage, eggs, biscuits and gravy. I washed it all down with a small bottle of OJ that the guy had left with the food.

As I sat there watching the news, several of the "EXPERTS" that news channels always employed spoke at length about last night's events, but they didn't really say anything. At around 10:00 the deputy combat support group commander came on TV and briefed everyone watching as to our current status. She said that a significant portion of the base population had been affected. She said that arrangements were being made to evacuate all of us, as Islamic fundamentalist elements within & outside of Turkey had threatened to exterminate the changed.

"That again," I said aloud, "just fucking peachy."

I watched for a bit longer when I heard a heavy knocking at my door. I opened it to find Dawn sheepishly standing outside of my room with a bed sheet wrapped around her. Seeing her at her full height for the first time was impressive. The irony that she'd been about 6" shorter than me just yesterday wasn't lost on me as she was at least that taller than me now.

"SSgt Kline," she started.

"Come on in Airman Twowolves," I said interrupting her. "Find a seat anywhere you like."

She ducked deeply as she stepped into my room. I could clearly see a bruise forming on her forehead. "I want to apologize for earlier," she started as soon as she was inside my room and took a seat in one of my chairs.

"You're forgiven," I said interrupting her again. "We both had a fucking rough time of it last night," I continued while looking back at the door way. "Hell, we probably had a more intimate experience just being there for each other, than if we'd actually fucked."

The look on her face spoke volumes. I simultaneously saw relief and regret that we hadn't fucked.

We say in silence for a few minutes, before we both spoke at once. We both apologized and she asked me to go first.

"How's the height thing going," I asked, eyeing the bruise on her forehead.

"About as well as the clothing issue is," she said. "Besides bed sheets," she continued tugging at her improvised bed sheet toga, "I have absolutely nothing to fucking wear."

"I'd say that it sucks to be you," I said, " But I have wardrobe issues of my own."

"Like what," she asked? " You're roughly the same size that you were when you started out."

"Am I," I asked with an idea flowing through my mind? "I now have this thing," I finished as I spun around, dropped my shorts just enough to show her my tail.

"Oh, da widdle goat man has a cute widdle tail," she mockingly teased. Then doing her best Paul Hogan impression said, "That's not a tail mate, this is a tail," as her tail flashed up over her shoulders.

"You win," I surrendered, "your win." I looked at her a moment then asked, "Do you want to find out how tall you really are now? I know that I want to."

She looked at me and simply said, "Yes, please."

At that I went to retrieve my tape measure and a sharpie marker. I had her stand back against a wall first. I reached up and measured her from the highest point on her head back to the wall and made a mark. I then stood with my back to the same wall and had her make a mark. I then used the tape measure to determine how tall we were. She ironically was 7'2" while I was 6'6". I'd been right at 6' even of 72", and she'd been 5'6" or 66" only the day before. We both had a good laugh at that. A good laugh that we both needed.

As the laughter between us died down, she turned and looked at herself in my mirror. "Am I still pretty," she asked somberly?

I stepped up behind her also looking into the mirror, but focusing in on her eyes. I smiled and truthfully said, "I still see an attractive young woman from South Dakota in your eyes."

"My eyes," she asked redirecting her gaze from herself to my eyes?

"Yeah, your eyes," I said. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I continued, "Listen Dawn, I've been attracted to you from the moment we met," I confessed. "But I didn't know how to ask you out, except to ask you if you wanted to get something to eat, which you often did. I don't 't know if you saw them as a dates, but I did."

While still holding eye contact in the mirror, I saw tears streaming down the sides of her muzzle, "Joshua, I saw them as dates too. I just wasn't sure of your feelings because you never tried to sleep with me."

Chuckling I said, "Hell Dawn we certainly slept together last night."

Turning to face me she said, "That's not what I mean, and you know it."

"You're right I do," I said as I reached up grabbed the sides of her face, pulled it to me and kissed her.

As soon as our lips touched her tongue was in my mouth while mine was in hers. I quickly realized that both of our tongues were longer than before, how much so I had yet to find out. We stood there kissing for a few minutes before I broke the kiss and looked into her big brown eyes again.

She returned my gaze. "Joshua, I'm a virgin, please go easy on me," she said as she started to remove her improvised toga. She dropped it to the floor and leaned back on my sink counter, and tried, somewhat successfully, to strike a seductive pose. "What do you think of my body?"

She stood before me in all of her naked glory. From her shoulders up, and her hips down each leg, she was covered in brown fur. She had the course kinky type hair usually associated with pubic, belly, or chest hair, running from her vaginal area all the way up between and above her beautifully large breasts, eventually transitioning into the fur running down her legs, and above her shoulders. The hair formed a diamond shaped patch over her groin and abdomen and it ran into another diamond shaped patch on her chest. While most would probably consider her hairiness to be abnormal for a woman, I found it incredibly arousing. Her breasts while large by any measure seemed to suit her large frame as perfectly as DDs would've suited her frame before. She had very large areolas (probably 4" across) and large erect nipples (probably 1" long by 1" wide). And I strangely loved every square inch of her that I could see.

I don't know how long I stood there admiring her beauty, but she eventually said, "Normally a girl would take offense when her question went unanswered." My momentary lapse of coherence broken, she continued, "But I can see something stirring in your shorts that I'll take as a positive answer." At that, she walked up to me, kissed me again. She took my hand in hers, and led me to my bed, her tail flicking seductively behind her.

She sat on the edge of my bed, looked at me, and said, "I'm a virgin Joshua, please be gentle with me."

I stroked her cheek, looked in her eyes and said, "I've never been with a virgin before, but I'll do everything that I can to be gentle with you." I leaned in kissed her again. I broke the kiss, and took off my shorts and t-shirt. As my shorts slid passed and released my cock, I was amazed that my previous 6" long "Willie" was now a 12" long "Johnson." Not only was it twice as long, it seemed to be twice as thick too.

"Oh my fucking God," she exclaimed seeing what I was now packing! "You're going to put that fucking monster in me?"

I looked at her, grabbed my "meat" in one hand and said, "I swear, this was only 6" long just yesterday. It must've grown during the change too."

She reached up, and put her hand in my chest hair, and said in a sultry voice, "I'm a bigger girl now, and I want you to put that 'FUCKING' monster in me."

"I will, I promise," I said. "But, I'm the kind of guy who likes to lick it before I stick it."

"Oh, you don't have to do that," she said apprehensively.

"Why not," I asked? "I just love to eat pussy."

"Cause I think that my pussy is ugly, " she countered sheepishly.

"I'll be the judge of that," I said. "Remember Dawn, 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder,' and right now I'm your beholder and I think that you're absolutely gorgeous."

Before I dove into her incredibly hairy beaver, I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror. Like her, my legs from the hips down were completely covered in brown fur, that transitioned into pubic, belly, chest hair, and eventually into a beard (which I didn't have the day before). Oddly however, my ball sack and an about a 3" long sheath at the base of my cock (3" sheath plus 12" shaft equaled 15") were covered in the same type of fur as my legs, and not pubic hair which stared just above it. My hair was long and curly, like hers, only mine was still brown while hers was black. My ears stuck out of my head, and were covered by the same type of fur that was on my legs, and my horns grew out of my head above my ears and curled back around to end in points just above my shoulders.