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“Fuck!” Isabella was breathing fast, franticly petting over her still-forming snout. Zoe was just as worried, though slightly better at not showing it from where she paced in front of the door frame.

“What the fuck did that witch do to you?” Her words hung in the air, adding nothing that the girls didn’t already know to the equation. That the woman they had encountered just an hour ago was a genuine witch was not the question, nor was it in contention as to what she’d done to Isabella.

Zoe could see with her own two eyes that her best friend was turning into a dog. “Pphnn…” Hearing it too, with each of Isabella’s gruff whimpers.

“Start taking selfies!” Zoe said, a bit too forcefully.

“Ok!” Isabella perked up, the folded skin of her ear lobes bouncing as she jolted her neck straight. “W-wait, why?”

“We’ll need evidence, right? Uh for like…” She looked over to see Isabela curiously tilting her head to the side from where the younger girl sat with legs spayed on the bed. “Bella, stop that!”

“Whaaat?” Her brow furrowed with an oncoming whimper.

“W-whatever, we just need photographic evidence! So that you can get an excuse from work! Yeah…” Zoe rubbed her chin, chaffing at her lower lip. “I’m going to try to find out who that witch was. She’s got to have a name or a number! We’ll… then we’ll get you back to normal!” The plan had a few gaps, but it sounded solid enough. Isabella nodded, taking up her phone to snap pictures. Her mouth hung slightly ajar now, the curve of a deep pink tongue peeking out from over pointed teeth.

As soon as Zoe left the room, Isabella dropped the phone to scratch at the growth on her tailbone. It didn’t register as a tail in her mind, but she could feel a pressure in her spine that pushed its way down though her hips. The swollen pads of Isabella’s fingers toyed with the tip of the growth, trying to see if she could move it. Tenderly and with some care, she felt a ‘click’ as the developing tail curved opposite to her pressure. Isabella continued to idly twist her hand against the tail and breathe slowly as its rhythmic twirl echoed through her lower back. Her mouth opened wider with each bated inhalation; lower jaw pushed down by the swelling width of her tongue. Isabella’s eyes were more focused on the landing strip sized bridge to her nose that pushed its way into the middle of her vision. Charcoal black nasal folds that had twisted up into a thick little button, the tip of her nose twitched into place, set upturned at the end of her snout.

“Hnhhnna…” Her whines were less of agitation and more of anticipation, sending shivering tones through her throat to force the transformation along. With her free hand, Isabella took to scratching against the itchy patches of hairs that dimpled her cheeks. Cheeks which had now pulled outwards into a puffy curtain over her upper teeth, tucked under curled black lips that felt like squishy rough labial folds. Her teeth grew jagged and sharp, falling into palisading walls that kept her panting tongue from lopping to one side. When she licked at her ribbed lips to further explore the changes within her growing muzzle, slobber doused over her nose.

As she tasted her way across her new canine face, the extension of her tailbone felt warm, tingling with a dusting of golden hairs that slid past the pads of Isabella’s palm. She reached down for her phone where she’d casually discarded it in the bed folds. With the clumsy scratch of her nails against the touchscreen surface, Isabella yelped.

Meanwhile Zoe scoured the internet franticly on her phone, both thumbs blazing over the Google search bar. ‘mall witch crazy’ ‘dog hex cure’ ‘local witches’ ‘dog curse powder’ The various leads popping into her head all went nowhere. “Wait!” She got it, the answer was already on her phone. Specifically, the witch’s face was all over the video they’d just shot! All she had to do was post the content they were already planning to release, and their fans could dox the fuck out of that wart faced hag for all Zoe cared.

Done. It was totally unedited, but that would just make it look for real. “ATTACKED BY A WITCH (REAL!)” Now she would just wait for the comments to flood in and solve the case for them. It was then that Zoe heard the yipping from the bedroom, noises which she might have mistaken from a small dog outside the house antagonizing crows. “Bella, are you ok?” Zoe stepped back inside to see what the matter was.

Isabella was looking even more canine than before, her face fitted with a prominent skin-colored muzzle and flopping ears that fell like flattened dough over the top of her head. From behind where she’d planted her hips on the bed, Zoe could make out a sausage length tail that shook as Isabella snapped her head to face Zoe. “Arp, arp!” Her friend’s eyes looked even more dark and marble-like, further conveying the helpless pleading in her animal noises.

“Use your words!” Zoe shouted, yelling more then she needed to, as a different panic welled into her chest. Had the curse already robbed her friend of human speech?

“Sorry!” Isabella yelped, her ears bobbing again, before she meekly turned her snout downwards and pointed at the phone with her nose. The phone was stuck on the lock screen, unmoved by Isabella’s pawing scratches across the black glass surface. Her nails were curved and black, with shortened fingers that pressed together tightly. Most disconcertingly of all was how she could no longer splay her thumb outwards, the shortened digit now merged into another finger on her paw-like hands. Soft greyish pads of skin had bubbled up under her palm, canine foot pads, which tightened her already compacted claws.

“Shit. Stop it, I’ll get it for you.” Zoe took up the phone, her sigh of relief becoming a sigh of pity to see her friend so helpless. The phone’s scratch-proof case was pushed to its limits, scuffed with white nail streaks as Zoe entered her friend’s pin code.

“Sorrrrrwy.” Isabella pressed her paws together on the bed, feeling the strange new shape of her hands sink into the mattress. The pads felt nice rolling over the cloth folds of the bedsheet, and in a way, far more comfortable to rest on the ground then her human hands. She drooped her nose further, thinking how infantilizing it was that Zoe had to work the phone for her now. The thought was short lived, Isabella shaking it out of her head. No, it was silly that she was trying to use a phone at all, those things weren’t for her. “Can I stay on the bed?”

“What?” Zoe arched an eyebrow, not bothering to respond to such an obvious permission. “Ok these pictures look good. Actually, I’ll take a few more.” She turned the phone diagonally to go for some alternate angles.

Isabella squirmed herself into sitting up as straight as she could, paws planted down in front of her obediently waiting for Zoe’s orders. “How do I look?” The thought of being a good girl for Zoe held her still, while her panting open mouth held her energy.

“Uhhh.” Zoe didn’t want to have an answer for that, though at least Isabella sounded happier than before. “These will work. Fuck, what do we do now?” Time was of the essence, given the fast development of Isabella’s canine features. Switching phones, Zoe looked to see if there were any new comments on the video yet. They just needed a lead on the identity of this witch.

[Lol this is fucking wild. Sound quality suks ass tho]

[Oh yeah Gertrude. Shes cool fr, mayb bad mood when u pissed her off]

[This shit is so rude, stop harassing people on the street and acting like assholes.]

“Gertrude!” Zoe shook her fist. Now they had a name and that would have to be enough.

“Who?”

“The witch who cursed you. Someone identified her. Perfect, I found a phone number, calling it…” Isabella leaned forward, one of her ears flipping up to listen in as best she could.

“Helllo?” Even from a single raspy word, the witch’s voice was unmistakable.

“You piece of shit!” Shit, she couldn’t come on too strong or else they’d just hang up and Zoe would be back to square one for curing her friend. “You hexed my friend, can you please stop it? Turn her back!”

“Hmmm.” There was a sound from the other side that was unmistakably a booger being flicked out of the witches’ nose. “You’ll have to be more specific. I hex a lot of people.”

Zoe scowled, sensing this was another battle to be won, and now Gertrude had the advantage. Still, Zoe knew how to get licks in at every corner. “At the mall. Go there often?”

“Ghhr…” Perfect, she’d found a nerve and struck it without thinking. So maybe not so perfect. “Gehaha, well your friend won’t be going to the mall without a leash now!” Isabella felt her tail throb uncontrollably at the sound of that. “I made her face match her personality.” Zoe hissed and let the witch continue to spill her grand plan. “You could say I’ve made her into quite the bitch! Fitting really. So, are you going to apologize?”

“Phha… yeah, we’re sorry. That was mean of us. Can you please turn my friend back. We’ll do anything.” She wasn’t going to mention the viral video if she didn’t have too.

“Ohohoh!” Gertrude’s laugh was out of practice. “Anything? Your pleas are nice, but I want something more material. Pay me and I’ll send you a reversal brew.”

Well, it was as straight forward of a solution as Zoe could have hoped for. “Yeah, sure, how much?”

The long pause on the other end of the phone soon became concerning for all parties involved, except for Isabella who was thinking about leashes. “It will cost you… ah, however much you have! I’ll take everything! Ggreehaa”

“No. You have to pick a price.” Zoe rarely spoke so firmly. Folding to the witches’ demands here would be the pinnacle of stupidity.

“Mmhm, fine. Give me however much you think your friend’s humanity is worth then. If you try to cheat me, then maybe I’ll make her even uglier!”

Zoe and Isabella shared a worried look. “If you’re a witch, do you even need money?”

“Of course, I do, I live under the yolk of capitalism as much as you skanks! And besides, I can use your money to buy things!” So many bath bombs, a cauldron full of the fanciest goat fat soaps that Etsy had to offer. “You have your orders, bitch. Tick tock, get me my gold. Or a prepaid Visa card. And better make it a lot. Gahaha!” The kackle cut to a dial tone as the witch hung up.

“Hnng, *woof*” A fully formed bark jumped out of Isabella’s throat. “Are we going to do what she says?”

“Fuck, not much of a choice.” Zoe shook the phone off her ear to look at her notifications. The views and comments on their video had tripled since she’d started the call. There was no point in going viral when they couldn’t capitalize on it with something more than a pittance of ad revenue. “Wait…” The ticket to paying off the witch was in that climbing view count. “I’m going to make you a GoFundMe. We can use those pictures as proof of what’s happening to you. This story is so crazy, I bet a bunch of people will help you out!”

“You think so?” Isabella crouched forward, wiggling her butt with such excitement that her tail was thrust into its first real wag. “*woof* Ok!” Zoe sounded confident about it and that was enough for her.

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You guys hit part one with such an incredible rate of favs that I just had to post part two! I love where the story goes here... and it's still got further to go Go give the author some love here! www.furaffinity.net/view/53340…

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NEXT>

“Fuck!” Isabella was breathing fast, franticly petting over her still-forming snout. Zoe was just as worried, though slightly better at not showing it from where she paced in front of the door frame.

“What the fuck did that witch do to you?” Her words hung in the air, adding nothing that the girls didn’t already know to the equation. That the woman they had encountered just an hour ago was a genuine witch was not the question, nor was it in contention as to what she’d done to Isabella.

Zoe could see with her own two eyes that her best friend was turning into a dog. “Pphnn…” Hearing it too, with each of Isabella’s gruff whimpers.

“Start taking selfies!” Zoe said, a bit too forcefully.

“Ok!” Isabella perked up, the folded skin of her ear lobes bouncing as she jolted her neck straight. “W-wait, why?”

“We’ll need evidence, right? Uh for like…” She looked over to see Isabela curiously tilting her head to the side from where the younger girl sat with legs spayed on the bed. “Bella, stop that!”

“Whaaat?” Her brow furrowed with an oncoming whimper.

“W-whatever, we just need photographic evidence! So that you can get an excuse from work! Yeah…” Zoe rubbed her chin, chaffing at her lower lip. “I’m going to try to find out who that witch was. She’s got to have a name or a number! We’ll… then we’ll get you back to normal!” The plan had a few gaps, but it sounded solid enough. Isabella nodded, taking up her phone to snap pictures. Her mouth hung slightly ajar now, the curve of a deep pink tongue peeking out from over pointed teeth.

As soon as Zoe left the room, Isabella dropped the phone to scratch at the growth on her tailbone. It didn’t register as a tail in her mind, but she could feel a pressure in her spine that pushed its way down though her hips. The swollen pads of Isabella’s fingers toyed with the tip of the growth, trying to see if she could move it. Tenderly and with some care, she felt a ‘click’ as the developing tail curved opposite to her pressure. Isabella continued to idly twist her hand against the tail and breathe slowly as its rhythmic twirl echoed through her lower back. Her mouth opened wider with each bated inhalation; lower jaw pushed down by the swelling width of her tongue. Isabella’s eyes were more focused on the landing strip sized bridge to her nose that pushed its way into the middle of her vision. Charcoal black nasal folds that had twisted up into a thick little button, the tip of her nose twitched into place, set upturned at the end of her snout.

“Hnhhnna…” Her whines were less of agitation and more of anticipation, sending shivering tones through her throat to force the transformation along. With her free hand, Isabella took to scratching against the itchy patches of hairs that dimpled her cheeks. Cheeks which had now pulled outwards into a puffy curtain over her upper teeth, tucked under curled black lips that felt like squishy rough labial folds. Her teeth grew jagged and sharp, falling into palisading walls that kept her panting tongue from lopping to one side. When she licked at her ribbed lips to further explore the changes within her growing muzzle, slobber doused over her nose.

As she tasted her way across her new canine face, the extension of her tailbone felt warm, tingling with a dusting of golden hairs that slid past the pads of Isabella’s palm. She reached down for her phone where she’d casually discarded it in the bed folds. With the clumsy scratch of her nails against the touchscreen surface, Isabella yelped.

Meanwhile Zoe scoured the internet franticly on her phone, both thumbs blazing over the Google search bar. ‘mall witch crazy’ ‘dog hex cure’ ‘local witches’ ‘dog curse powder’ The various leads popping into her head all went nowhere. “Wait!” She got it, the answer was already on her phone. Specifically, the witch’s face was all over the video they’d just shot! All she had to do was post the content they were already planning to release, and their fans could dox the fuck out of that wart faced hag for all Zoe cared.

Done. It was totally unedited, but that would just make it look for real. “ATTACKED BY A WITCH (REAL!)” Now she would just wait for the comments to flood in and solve the case for them. It was then that Zoe heard the yipping from the bedroom, noises which she might have mistaken from a small dog outside the house antagonizing crows. “Bella, are you ok?” Zoe stepped back inside to see what the matter was.

Isabella was looking even more canine than before, her face fitted with a prominent skin-colored muzzle and flopping ears that fell like flattened dough over the top of her head. From behind where she’d planted her hips on the bed, Zoe could make out a sausage length tail that shook as Isabella snapped her head to face Zoe. “Arp, arp!” Her friend’s eyes looked even more dark and marble-like, further conveying the helpless pleading in her animal noises.

“Use your words!” Zoe shouted, yelling more then she needed to, as a different panic welled into her chest. Had the curse already robbed her friend of human speech?

“Sorry!” Isabella yelped, her ears bobbing again, before she meekly turned her snout downwards and pointed at the phone with her nose. The phone was stuck on the lock screen, unmoved by Isabella’s pawing scratches across the black glass surface. Her nails were curved and black, with shortened fingers that pressed together tightly. Most disconcertingly of all was how she could no longer splay her thumb outwards, the shortened digit now merged into another finger on her paw-like hands. Soft greyish pads of skin had bubbled up under her palm, canine foot pads, which tightened her already compacted claws.

“Shit. Stop it, I’ll get it for you.” Zoe took up the phone, her sigh of relief becoming a sigh of pity to see her friend so helpless. The phone’s scratch-proof case was pushed to its limits, scuffed with white nail streaks as Zoe entered her friend’s pin code.

“Sorrrrrwy.” Isabella pressed her paws together on the bed, feeling the strange new shape of her hands sink into the mattress. The pads felt nice rolling over the cloth folds of the bedsheet, and in a way, far more comfortable to rest on the ground then her human hands. She drooped her nose further, thinking how infantilizing it was that Zoe had to work the phone for her now. The thought was short lived, Isabella shaking it out of her head. No, it was silly that she was trying to use a phone at all, those things weren’t for her. “Can I stay on the bed?”

“What?” Zoe arched an eyebrow, not bothering to respond to such an obvious permission. “Ok these pictures look good. Actually, I’ll take a few more.” She turned the phone diagonally to go for some alternate angles.

Isabella squirmed herself into sitting up as straight as she could, paws planted down in front of her obediently waiting for Zoe’s orders. “How do I look?” The thought of being a good girl for Zoe held her still, while her panting open mouth held her energy.

“Uhhh.” Zoe didn’t want to have an answer for that, though at least Isabella sounded happier than before. “These will work. Fuck, what do we do now?” Time was of the essence, given the fast development of Isabella’s canine features. Switching phones, Zoe looked to see if there were any new comments on the video yet. They just needed a lead on the identity of this witch.

[Lol this is fucking wild. Sound quality suks ass tho]

[Oh yeah Gertrude. Shes cool fr, mayb bad mood when u pissed her off]

[This shit is so rude, stop harassing people on the street and acting like assholes.]

“Gertrude!” Zoe shook her fist. Now they had a name and that would have to be enough.

“Who?”

“The witch who cursed you. Someone identified her. Perfect, I found a phone number, calling it…” Isabella leaned forward, one of her ears flipping up to listen in as best she could.

“Helllo?” Even from a single raspy word, the witch’s voice was unmistakable.

“You piece of shit!” Shit, she couldn’t come on too strong or else they’d just hang up and Zoe would be back to square one for curing her friend. “You hexed my friend, can you please stop it? Turn her back!”

“Hmmm.” There was a sound from the other side that was unmistakably a booger being flicked out of the witches’ nose. “You’ll have to be more specific. I hex a lot of people.”

Zoe scowled, sensing this was another battle to be won, and now Gertrude had the advantage. Still, Zoe knew how to get licks in at every corner. “At the mall. Go there often?”

“Ghhr…” Perfect, she’d found a nerve and struck it without thinking. So maybe not so perfect. “Gehaha, well your friend won’t be going to the mall without a leash now!” Isabella felt her tail throb uncontrollably at the sound of that. “I made her face match her personality.” Zoe hissed and let the witch continue to spill her grand plan. “You could say I’ve made her into quite the bitch! Fitting really. So, are you going to apologize?”

“Phha… yeah, we’re sorry. That was mean of us. Can you please turn my friend back. We’ll do anything.” She wasn’t going to mention the viral video if she didn’t have too.

“Ohohoh!” Gertrude’s laugh was out of practice. “Anything? Your pleas are nice, but I want something more material. Pay me and I’ll send you a reversal brew.”

Well, it was as straight forward of a solution as Zoe could have hoped for. “Yeah, sure, how much?”

The long pause on the other end of the phone soon became concerning for all parties involved, except for Isabella who was thinking about leashes. “It will cost you… ah, however much you have! I’ll take everything! Ggreehaa”

“No. You have to pick a price.” Zoe rarely spoke so firmly. Folding to the witches’ demands here would be the pinnacle of stupidity.

“Mmhm, fine. Give me however much you think your friend’s humanity is worth then. If you try to cheat me, then maybe I’ll make her even uglier!”

Zoe and Isabella shared a worried look. “If you’re a witch, do you even need money?”

“Of course, I do, I live under the yolk of capitalism as much as you skanks! And besides, I can use your money to buy things!” So many bath bombs, a cauldron full of the fanciest goat fat soaps that Etsy had to offer. “You have your orders, bitch. Tick tock, get me my gold. Or a prepaid Visa card. And better make it a lot. Gahaha!” The kackle cut to a dial tone as the witch hung up.

“Hnng, *woof*” A fully formed bark jumped out of Isabella’s throat. “Are we going to do what she says?”

“Fuck, not much of a choice.” Zoe shook the phone off her ear to look at her notifications. The views and comments on their video had tripled since she’d started the call. There was no point in going viral when they couldn’t capitalize on it with something more than a pittance of ad revenue. “Wait…” The ticket to paying off the witch was in that climbing view count. “I’m going to make you a GoFundMe. We can use those pictures as proof of what’s happening to you. This story is so crazy, I bet a bunch of people will help you out!”

“You think so?” Isabella crouched forward, wiggling her butt with such excitement that her tail was thrust into its first real wag. “*woof* Ok!” Zoe sounded confident about it and that was enough for her.

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You guys hit part one with such an incredible rate of favs that I just had to post part two! I love where the story goes here... and it's still got further to go Go give the author some love here! www.furaffinity.net/view/53340…

Stock: unsplash.com/photos/El7rvx8HRj…