This be a section of the first person RP between and myself about Kejital and Nuriara turning into deertaurs.

:Kejital :
…“Hang on then here I come!” I followed her lead and after freeing myself from the thorns came to the spot she indicated. “Maybe we should move some where with lest forest I don’t see any reason to be this close-” I was cut off by loud ripping noise and spinal jolt.
Uhhh. Not again. I turned back to see a small furry tail poking out o the seat of my pants, there I had been poked by the thorn. “Great, just great I have a bit of a situation here Nuriara...”Regardless I shoved myself through the opening she pointed out.
“This always happens!!”
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Nuri:
“What always ha—“ I began, but his crashing through the brush made me cut off midsentence. I noticed he was transforming, but into what, I wasn’t sure. “Aww, it’s frustrating, of course,” I nodded, wondering if I should help him or not. “Need any support?” I offered my shoulder to him if he needed it.
“What in the world triggered it, you think? Was it just…random?” I scanned the forest’s horizon, half-expecting myself to sprout wings or a tail.

:Kejital :
“I think it’s the place, and that thorn that just punctured my posterior.” I squeezed myself out and tried to figure pout exactly what it was, again rubbing my head semi-consciously. I must have a really bad acne break out because I could feel lumps on my forehead.
“Woah” I said stumbling I felt as though I wasn’t walking on my entire foot. I tried to force it down, and I was rewarded with the sounds of my shoes tearing, and colliding with the forest floor. “Ow”

:Nuri:
Grimacing at Kejital’s hard fall, I knelt down, trying to help him up; I paused for a moment when I caught sight of his feet—or rather, lack thereof. In place of his feet seemed to be cloven hooves.
“Uhm,” I bit my lower lip, my violet eyes meeting his grey ones. “I hate to break it to you, but I think you may be turning into…a satyr, again….maybe. You’ve got cloven hooves, at least.” I frowned at the visible lumps on his forehead, “And I think those are your…horns?”

:Kejital :
“Yeah this does seem kinda familiar. ….except ugh… I have an awful pain in my stomach.” It suddenly crept on me, like a boxer was going to town on my abdominal area. “I think I’m going to be sick”
The “horns” on my forehead were growing, but I had a strange feeling they were not curling back. At once I felt like some one was stretching my spine out, almost like it was on a taffy puller. My legs were getting weak, and even though I tried to stand I couldn’t support myself anymore.

:Nuri:
“Just stay down,” I said softly, noticing how he was struggling to stand up. I placed a hand on his shoulder delicately, knowing by his expression that he was in pain. “If you feel like you’re going to get sick, turn to your side…” Concerned for his well-being, I kneeled beside him, wondering in fascination what he was becoming.
His horns didn’t look anything like she remembered; he was becoming something else.

:Kejital :
“I don’t remember this happening be fo--” I rolled over like she said and then two leg-things erupted from my stomach. I know must have screamed, and he clawed the ground as my spine continued to grow, I could here my bones shifting, and other ones growing, my pats basically exploded, and when I tried to get up—I had much better weight distribution than normal, and only felt my pants around my waist.
My ears suddenly had a sharp tug on them, and then it released me. I was suddenly extremely uncomfortable and took of my shirt and flung it on a tree, “Better do that be fore something else happens.”

:Nuri:
Flinching involuntarily when Kejital screamed, I was at first startled, then concerned. I could clearly see now what he was turning into—a deer tauric, based on the coloration of his lower half. I followed him as he stood up, reaching out to him slightly. “Don’t get up too fast,” I warned, afraid he still might be in pain.
I knew that after several transformations of my own, I felt particularly nasty after it was all over. Rising to my feet, I looked up at him, awed. “Wow,” I breathed. “Deer taur. Suppose it’s just like a centaur or an equitaur, right? Not as bad as a squirreltaur,” I flushed red at the memory.
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Well there it is. This image is after this part, before Nuri’s tf. You can see Epi’s rendition of Nuri after the two were lost all day, here: [link]

Kejital is © me
Nuriara is © :