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A DC Transformation Story
(Wonder Woman to Sheep)

Wonder Woman sighed as she set foot on Themyscira once more, a small frown on her face. Her dark hair caught the light of the evening sun, whipping before her face as her jet took off, set to an autopilot. She still wasn’t familiar with all of the WayneCorp features Bruce had installed, but she was careful to learn this.

“Okay… It should return in an hour. Plenty of time for me to find out why my sisters bade me return.” She said confidently, though her nerves faltered slightly at her reception. It was quiet here, too quiet for her liking. Her people should have sent at least some form of scout to await her arrival.

And yet…

Wonder Woman strained to hear something, any sign of life. All she could make out was the distant sound of animals, the native livestock of her homeland. That was a sign. She wouldn’t call it a good omen, but it certainly wasn’t an ill one. If the animals there were undisturbed, then there couldn’t have been a fight. And if they were alive, then it couldn’t have been a poison.

Despite the tingling in her gut, Diana, Princess of Themyscira, pressed onwards. She set a fast pace, though not a breakneck one. Her senses were on high alert as she approached the palace, on lookout for any traps that might be laid for her. To her relief and disappointment alike, she found none.

“I don’t like this.” The woman pursed her ruby lips, warily striding through the thick oaken doors that had been left ajar. She was greeted with a sight that made little sense: piles of clothing strewn across the ground, scattered and torn.

The sound of a sword being loosed from its scabbard set her nerves on edge, until she realized it was her own. In her tension, she’d drawn her blade, holding it at a casual guard. She considered the motion for a moment before deciding to keep it unsheathed. Though she did not know what had befallen her sisters, she knew that some fate had gripped them.

Her sandals patted quietly on the ground as she made her way towards the throne, then the silence was split by a piercing scream. It was one of panic and fear alike, though its pitch was abnormally low for a Themysciran. Still, it provided at least some waypoint to the superheroine.

Wonder Woman turned on the spot, the tile floor cracking beneath her feet as she launched herself forwards into a sprint. Since leaving the island, she’d become well-acquainted with her status as a demigod, and moving at such a pace came natural to her.

The world blurred by her gaze as she sped towards the source of the scream: the stables. The horses seemed to be fine, aside for their wary panic at Diana’s speedy arrival. She didn’t like that. They should have been panicking at the sound of the scream.

Instead, they seemed almost calm, if not a little… Aroused.

Diana crinkled her nose as she walked past their stalls. She’d taken to animal husbandry as well as any Themiscryan. Though men were forbidden from the island, male animals were a necessity to keeping their food and cavalry well-stocked. Right now, the horses’ nickering and impatient gestures were indicative of detecting a mare in heat.

Another scream broke her musings, this one rougher than the last. “AIIIHEEEUUGHUGHUGGHHH!”

Without further ado, Wonder Woman kicked the door to the stall open, blinking in shock as she was confronted by a mare in Themyscrian apparel. The beast seemed to be panicked, though from its nethers she could tell it was in heat. Apparently someone had dressed it in the fashionable robes of a diplomat as a prank. And pierced its ears.

“What in Olympus…” Diana breathed, before a quiet sobbing caught her attention. She strode past the mare towards it, catching a familiar set of blonde locks. It was one of the horsewomen she’d trained alongside. The Amazon was holding her arms to her belly, curled into a piteous ball that did not befit the warrior.

“Venelia?” Wonder Woman asked gently, her shield lifted towards her kin. She hated to be so wary, but there was a chance that this was an imposter, or a mimic. To her relief, the woman recognize her voice, looking up in distress.

“Diana…” Venelia breathed. Her face flickered through a series of emotions: relief, hope, distress, and finally loss. The blonde sighed. “You should not have come here.”

“But you called to me.” Diana smiled, sheathing her blade at last. She extended a hand towards the outrider, nodding towards her outstretched palm.

The blonde shook her head, pulling away from Diana as though the woman was anathema to her. “That was before we knew what… What this was. What happened to us…”

“What did happen to you?”

Venelia’s response was simple. The woman unfolded her arms, revealing the state of her stomach. A large, pink udder hung above her groin. Milk trailed from its four teats, and it was covered in a thin layer of white stubble.

“Hera!” Wonder Woman gasped, taking a step back from her sister.

“Not quite. Nor is it Circe, or Io, or anyone, for that matter.” The blonde smiled weakly. “We tried every cleansing method we knew, but this is… It is something else. A flu, born of magic and technology alike.”

“We can… We can fix this.” Wonder Woman spoke unsurely. “My new comrades, the Justice League… We have devices that can help.”

“Help?” Venelia spat. “Can you not see me? I am already lost.” As she spoke, her legs began to swell. The blonde looked to them in distaste, her thighs plumping and taking on the white-and-black patterning of a heifer. Her toes curled as they pulled towards her heels, coalescing into a set of dark hooves.

“Not lost. Please, have hope.”

“Hope. You are simply full of those four-letter words. Princess, I. Am. Lost.” She looked to Diana, eyes narrowed. “And you had best return to your friends, before you too succumb.” Her body convulsed, udder shaking as her head lolled back.

Diana watched in perturbed horror. She stared at the beautiful woman’s toned physique devolving into a bovine stature, with thick limbs and a doughy belly. She stared as Venelia’s hands thumped at the floor, the patting of flesh on wood deepening to the clop of hoof.

Worst of all were the changes to her face. Venelia’s narrow features expanded as though they were made of putty, her nostrils widening and flaring with every breath she took. They brightened to a pink that was at odds with the dark black of her lips. Then she parted her lips, to reveal a longer, sloppy tongue.

“MoooOOOOO!”

That was all the encouragement Wonder Woman needed to run. She hated to leave her comrade behind, but she trusted the woman. If Venelia thought there was no cure, then… The dark-haired woman hurriedly slipped her hand beneath her wristband, triggering her jet’s recall feature. It would set down at the nearest clearing, which would be the paddock to her left.

Diana vaulted over the wood of its fence, looking up as the craft began to descend. Her mind was awash with concern for the others she knew, and for her mother. How many of the animals littering these grounds were Amazonians? Had any escaped?

Then her foot tangled in her sandal, and the woman fell, hard. She was too caught up in her thoughts to even consider catching herself, and her reflexes weren’t quick enough. She crossed her arms to lessen the fall, but still ended up with a mouthful of grass and dirt.

Diana growled, then looked to her feet accusingly. What she saw sank her heart on the spot. Her feet were transforming much as Venelia’s had, changing into hooves. The only difference was that Diana’s hooves looked to be more cloven, which made them perfect for getting tangled in a Grecian sandal.

Her jaw worked furiously, and she swallowed hard, struggling to think of solutions to her ailment. Mouth clear, she spoke to herself frantically. “I’ll make it to the ship, then contact the others at the watchtower. They’ll know…” Her words trailed off as she tasted grass on her breath, and she realized what she’d just done.

The woman raised a trembling hand to her jaw, pressing it into her mouth. Her teeth felt blockier against her digits, and she could feel the grit of dirt and the delicate texture of grass between them. Worst of all, she enjoyed the aftertaste of grass.

“Hera, have mercy.” Diana spoke with a wavering tone, gasping and clutching at her chest as it began to itch. It was like a wildfire had ignited beneath her armor, which she undid in a hurry. No sooner had she released the last clasp on her hips than a thick white wool pushed the leather plating from her belly. She looked down in disbelief at the wool that was thick enough to split her clothing.

For a moment, thoughts of a split doll filled her mind. It looked like a stuffed animal had come asunder, the stitching exposing soft cotton beneath. The illusion was shattered as more and more wool began to come in, itching across her athletic form.

She dug her fingers into the wool with a mewling whimper, crinkling her nose and squeezing her eyes shut. The only thing that sated this was itching, and she could feel a contentment settling into her chest. The itching felt good, and the grass tasted good. She shouldn’t panic, because everything was fine…

Wonder Woman’s eyes widened and glazed, and she dipped her head towards the ground once more. Her incisors broadened into ungainly ovine teeth, and she took a generous bite from the earth. She pulled it into her mouth and chewed loudly, not bothering to close her lips. Sheep didn’t need table manners, and she was such a good—

“MOOOOO!”

Diana blinked, swallowing again and hating herself for being unable to spit the grass from her mouth. Her ears stretched, twitching towards the mooing from the stables. “What did I… Oh, no.” She grit her coarse teeth, the grass blowing around herself as her jet finally touched down.

The stirring winds filled her with an animal panic, but she mustered her courage and held her ground, wool and hair whipping in the displaced air. Finally, its boarding ramp lowered, and she began to crawl towards it on her hands and knees.

“I need to get to the watchtower and join my herd. They’ll… But my herd is here, isn’t it?” She blinked in confusion, thoughts momentarily muddled. Her nostrils swelled on her face, darkening as they sniffed at the air. She could smell other sheep nearby, which meant that this was where she belonged. But… No! She was… Sheep… A… Graze with herd sheep…

“WOOF!”

Diana hurriedly shied away from an approaching dog, one that bore the helm of Penthesilea. The glistening of gold reminded her of the woman, and thus of herself. Frantically Wonder Woman shook her head, clearing the ovine thoughts from her head.

Then the sheepdog that was once and Amazon leapt upon her, insistently gesturing towards the herd. A primal urge to follow the canine welled up within her, but she quashed it. She was Diana, Princess of Themiscrya. She would not be subjugated by an animal!

“Hee-eel!” Diana commanded, a warble to her voice as a bleat waged war on her words. She cleared her throat, then looked back to her jet. Slowly, she lifted herself on her wobbling legs. “Eeh-if a satyr ca-ahn walk like this, I ca-ahn.” She bleat-spoke, slowly taking halting steps forward. It reminded her of the first time she’d worn heels, a memory that helped better ground herself in her identity.

Wonder Woman made it to the boarding ramp, grinning in triumph. Then she paused, the grin faltering. She couldn’t board it. Her body wouldn’t respond, wouldn’t let her set hoof on the metal. Not while her herd was nearby.

It was the oddest mental contradiction she’d had in her life. She needed to join her herd, but she knew that it was not hers. It was akin to dying of thirst, and chancing upon a bottle of ethanol. Her brain knew that it wasn’t something she should surrender to, but her soul…

“Baa-aah… Good sheep.” Diana wobbled, falling to all fours. Her tongue swelled in her mouth as her eyes slid towards the sides of her head, and she could feel her sleek black hair curl into fur. That was good… She needed a good fur coat. She was a good sheep. Diana lowered her head towards the grass, her nostrils widening further, stretching out into a snout.

No. No. “NO!” Diana pulled her head back with superhuman effort, coming to her senses of her own accord. Her mind raced, for she did not know how much longer she’d have a mind. “I need… I need to get the herd aboard the jet.

“Which means… Penthesilea!” Wonder woman commanded the dog, who barely lifted an ear. The princess irritably growled, before changing tactics. “Dog!” That time it got her attention. The shaggy dog rose to its paws, barking and bounding towards the sheep-woman.

“Not mee-eeh! Get those shee-ee-eep in hee-ee-eere!” Diana stammered, gesturing with her hands. It looked like she had gotten through to the animal, for the dog bounded off towards the herd, ushering them in her direction.

Diana smiled with relief, then began to dig at the grass. She barely resisted the urge to eat it, instead using her superhuman strength to tear large stretches from the ground and toss them into her jet. She knew that Alfred would have a conniption about cleaning that, but she also knew that there was no better way to keep sheep content than with a snack.

Plus, she was hungry.

Wonder Woman’s skull shrank around her brain, and she gasped as she felt herself lose her mind. It was like realizing she was drunk: where once she had perfect clarity, now everything was muddied and uncertain. The woman slumped down onto the ground, drooling on the grass as she fought for some way to retain her intelligence.

As she did, her body continued to change. Her feminine curves were forever lost as her torso barreled out into the proper body of a sheep. Her arms and legs shortened, and her hips and shoulders popped loudly as they reconfigured themselves for four-footed travel. Most tellingly of all, a tufted cotton ball of a tail pushed itself from her rear, stretching and wiggling from side to side.

The sound of hooves on grass returned her attention to the present, and Diana lifted her head from the ground idly, watching the other sheep board the metal box… Plane. It was a plane-thing. It would… Get her place.

Thoughts sluggish, Wonder Ewe shook off the remnants of her old clothing. One last impulse came to her mind, and she brought stiffening fingers towards her wrist, keying in an ignition sequence. Then she trotted aboard the ship, human intellect snuffed out.

“Baa-aah.” She bleated, eyes glazing. Diana no human. Was sheep. Name… Diana… No, name not for sheep. Sheep was sheep. Sheep wanted graze. Fear box make noise, need graze.

The sheep that was a superheroine mingled with her kin, chomping at the grass tarnishing the floor of a vessel that was once hers. Now, she had little concept of ownership, much less what a jet was. That didn’t deter the jet from carrying out its last directive. It rushed towards the Metropolis watchtower, carrying a herd of transformed Amazonians… And the virus that had cursed them so.