Who: Peter and Evie When: Friday Where: Evie’s place What: Trying out spells Why: Because Evie convinced him Ratings: None Status: Complete
Evie was both excited and nervous about trying out the spells. She had gone to some of the stores around OC for the supplies, which was a bit disturbing how many stores of witchcraft there were. But they helped either way. She had the items in a basket off to the side in the kitchen so Peter wouldn’t see it once he came over.
With the theme for tonight, Evie had opted for some sweats and a tee shirt. Though truth be told, she figured before turning him into a literal dog, she should have sex with him. Least to get that itch out of the way. So, when Peter had come over and their usual banter was over with, Evie had dragged him off into the bedroom for a bit of fun, before the actual real reason he came over could start.
About two hours later, after Evie had showered and re-dressed in sweats she sat on the bed next to Peter, handing him a water bottle. That large spell book pulled out from the drawer as she placed it on the bed. “...Well… Here’s the book.” She said tying her blue hair back into a bun as she glanced over to the man for the moment.
She really did hope she’d be able to turn him back.
*
Part of Peter had always thought Evie was joking. Even if she had naturally blue hair, and everyone else’s dreams were real, that didn’t mean she really was a witch, right?
Wrong.
When she pulled out the book, he could feel his heart speed up. She was serious. She really was going to turn him into something. A literal perrito. Damnit, why hadn’t he called her ‘amor’ or ‘preciosa’ or something other than ‘bruja’? He really did have this coming.
Sitting up, a towel still draped over his lap, he sighed heavily. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t get undressed. Also, can you make sure you don’t neuter me or something? I’d like to be a human with balls, thanks.”
*
Because that wasn’t who they were. Didn’t give each other cute pet names of affection. She called him dog and he called her a witch, it was their version of pet names. She could see the nervousness washing over him, and she sighed a moment.
“Hey, promise, just a puppy for the weekend, no neutering or anything of that nature.” She assured him… Or was she assured herself of this? This was a big leap in their off partnership. Him allowing her to turn him into something he wasn’t, just because a spell book appeared in her room from her previous dreams.
Still, she sighed for the moment and looked to him, leaning over and kissing him, to calm his nerves and her own.
*
The kiss was nice and it made him a bit slow to respond. “Wait, the weekend?” Peter jolted up in bed. “You said you were going to try to turn me back right away. What the heck!” He glared at her. “You ARE going to try to turn me back.” It was a statement, not a question.
“I mean, Dios mio, Evie, I’m trusting you here and it’s huge when all I’ve trusted you with before is my penis...which I also value highly.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Fuck. This is ridiculous. Just do it, before I change my mind.”
* The kiss was nice, but when he jolted up she made no sudden move or reaction.”Oh didn't I say weekend? “ She said with a smirk as she kissed him again.
“I know. Just relax,” she said opening the book and turning to the page she had her bookmark in. Luckily this one was simple and didn't require anything.
“Maybe,” she said with a smirk. “Twist the bones and bend the back, give him fur black as black.” She said a few more words to the spell before a blue flow suddenly engulfed Peter.
*
Peter didn’t even have a chance to say anything before he was engulfed with a blue light. Instinctively, he started to cough and tried to cover his face, maybe blow the magical smoke thing away from him, but he couldn’t. It was seeping into his body at a startling rate, and he had to try to convince himself not to hyperventilate.
What felt like hours was only seconds, and before he knew it, he suddenly felt very warm ...and small. Blinking, he realized suddenly that he was seeing colors he’d never seen before. Opening his mouth to say something, a fat drop of drool fell out onto the bedspread. Looking down, he gave a little yelp -- no, a bark.
Holy shit, the spell worked.
Thank god he’d always had an expressive face, because he started barking loudly, words unable to form or get out. Damnit, Evie!
She really WAS going to keep him like this all weekend. He tried to glare and frown, but he had a feeling it just looked super cute.
* When the smoke cleared Evie's eyes to widen. “Oh my god, it worked!!” She said more shocked it actually worked. And my god was he the cutest thing she'd ever seen.
Automatically she started petting his ear, watching his tail way and leg shake. “Who's a good boy?” she said with a bright smile.
“Hrm.. maybe I'll keep you like this. I read somewhere that witches use animals as their assistant.” She said tapping her chin but smiled.
“I'm kidding. I'll change you back Monday morning.” Opps. “And don't worry, I'll let ya papa know.”
*
He had a tail. A little cute tail that was thwapping excitedly as she scratched behind his ear. It felt like there were two competing Peters -- one who was still very much a male, and very much angry at the idea that she had all this power over him. He was never going to consent to something like this again. Nope. Never. Nope.
And then the second Peter was rubbing himself all over Evie with zero shame, just to get the good head skritches and maybe, just maybe, some decent food. With a little whine, he sat on his hind legs and lifted his front paws in the air. He gave a little bark and tried to widen his eyes.
Foooooooooood.
* Evie snickered. “You are the best perrito. Come, food.” She said slipping on Peter's sweats and his shirt. Not like he would need it. “ I got us some stuff for this.” She said grabbing a small collar with his name and placing it on him. “That's mainly for walks.” She assured him.
Moving into the kitchen she grabbed at the for food and bowl and placed his food and water down for him, all while petting him with a smile. “I can't believe I did it…” she said as realization kicked in.
She was a witch and a princess… Holy shit.
*
She had a fucking collar with his name on it?! Human! Peter was offended and pissed off but also slightly pleased that she had thought ahead ...wait, what? No, that was puppy! Peter. He wished they had had a chance to talk about this more. Like, set up some kind of system for talking.
Ah fuck it -- he was taking a shit on her bed. That would teach her...or maybe then she wouldn’t turn him back.
And then there was food in front of him, and he went face-first into it. It tasted amazing. All of it. He had tastebuds he’d never heard of before, and what he’d always thought was crappy dog food was actually amazing and wonderful and he wanted to eat everything and then he was choking because he was eating too fast.
*
“Peter.” She said with concern in her voice. Turning his puppy face to look at her as she sighed and smiled. “I know it tastes good. But slow down.” She said petting his ear as she nuzzled his face.
He was tiny a baby... So maybe they'll just stay in and play and she'll use per mates the pet store recommended He buy for him when he needs to pee or shit.
“I was gonna get you a bed, but figured you can just sleep on the bed with me.” She patted him gently. “Promise,” she said holding the pups fave so human Peter could see her. “I'm gonna turn you back.”
* There was only one appropriate action. He licked her face and kept licking it, happy to be eliciting giggles and more scratches. If she had a ball, he would’ve been even happier. There was an energy in him, a restlessness that he could feel in his bones. He wanted to move move move move move and then eat and move move move move again.