After the laughter died down, Karyn began to wish again. She wished Mikey would forget about the stone. That Jon's parents wouldn't notice his absence, that the school wouldn't realize he never showed up. On and on, covering every possible problem they could encounter. Except one. The one that was now truly insurmountable.
"Alright, Jon-boy SNORT," She didn't even flinch at that porcine eruption. "Take me...home." Jon helped her to her feet, well,hooves. God he'd never get used to that. At least he hoped he wouldn't. As before, the exertion required was not insignificant, even with the effort on Karyn's end. She immediately began trudging through the woods that would eventually lead to Jon's backyard.
"Karyn, wait." Jon's voice was hoarse. he realized he hadn't spoken at all since her wish. "Don't you need some clothes?" Karyn looked down at her naked form, using a thick arm to restrain a jiggling row of teats so she could see below her waist.
"I guess. I wish I had clothes that would fit me." And she was clothed in massive grey sweat pants and a voluminous t-shirt. Not flattering, but then, Jon supposed, nothing would be now. Or ever again. She advanced again, Jon following at a distance. She seemed to be having some difficulty on her three toed, hoof like feet. They weren't quite suited to a biped existence, not to mention the violent jiggling of her hips and thighs unbalancing her. It was simultaneously hypnotic and grotesque, but Karyn seemed to take no notice.
As they entered, Karyn brandished the stone again. "I wish Jon's parents would allow me to stay in his room." She noticed Jon's look. "What? I'm not sleeping outside. And..." She looked mournfully at her body again, the impassive facade momentarily broken, "I really don't want to be seen like this any more than I have to be. SNORT At least this way there'll be a little privacy." From everyone except me, Jon reflected. That was an odd thought.
In Jon's room, Karyn stood, looking around for a moment. "It's weird. I've never been in your room with you with the house empty. Your mother and all." She erupted in a sudden oink. "Do you have something I could sleep on?"
Silently, Jon left the room and returned with a sleeping bag. "I'm...I'm not really sure you'll fit." Karyn looked at the bag, a flicker of distaste passing across her features. "If I can't, we can always wish it bigger." After a bit of fruitless squeezing, she did just that. Finally, she curled up inside it, holding it tight against her neck as if to shield herself from the sight of her body.
"Karyn...are you ok?" She gave him a withering look.
"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."
"Oh. What about the rock?"
"Does that really matter now?" When Jon failed to respond for a few moments, she continued. "Fine. I wish the stone was in a locked box on Jon's dresser that could only be opened by me or him. Goodnight. Or morning. Whatever."
And then there was only Jon, and silence.
