Nymphadora Tonks had always taken pride in her abilities as a Metaphormagus. But unlike other wizards, she liked to use them to cause trouble. And living in the Muggle world, she knew she could have fun with them.

Tonks had heard all sorts of things about the hunters that prowled the woods of the Muggle societies. Big strong men with long and hard guns that blew fire that were said to be able to humble the best wizards. Far from scaring her, it only had her more curious. What would these strong scary men do with her if they found her as a deer? If she tried to seduce them in that form, the only thing she could think about was all the things they wanted to do to her. It got her so horny.

Turning into a deer, she went into the woods one night. She could hear the echo of gunfire. She smiled, it almost made her laugh. Tonks ran straight ahead in the direction of the gunshots coming for her. Not the wisest course of action, but then again as we’ve established, Tonks was deadly curious about this bad little hunter. It was trouble, and right now that was exactly what she was looking for. Right now, she only wanted one thing.

Hiding in a bush, the gunfire was louder than ever. But far from being afraid, she was only more excited than ever. Here on her own seeking out this perverted thing, a warped and giddy little smile lit up her face. She couldn’t believe it was happening.

His footsteps in the thick snow were nearby. It wouldn’t be long before he was close, when he would find her. No amount of hiding could keep her safe from him. Exactly like she wanted it. Moving on out, she went out and faced the music.

The hunter was going about his business looking for a kill. But when he saw a doe actually emerge from the bushes, he didn’t raise his gun to shoot her. He almost dropped it on the spot.

And small wonder. Far from appearing as the modest and unassuming gentle lady she would act like with all the other animals of the forest, here she was showing her true side. Not as an innocent doe walking on four legs but walking on her hind legs. That wasn’t the only thing that shocked him either, she was a deer but she had really thick thighs like a human woman, not to mention one of the biggest pair of tits he had ever seen. The look in her eyes was marked with an all too human intelligence, seductive and half-lidded, she was batting her eyelashes at him. Before he even knew it, his gun was dangling at his side like it was just some useless little toy.

“See something you like little boy?” she said. Her voice was so motherly and yet it had just the right edge of lewd intentions.

He almost dropped his rifle. “Y-you can talk?” Didn’t sound like a Brit, he sounded like an American. Short dark hair, big wide dumb eyes.

“Of course I can silly!”

“Y-you’re one of them uh, what you call them. Furries!”

“I sure am,” she said, patting her furry vagina. “And a lot more than that. I saw you staring at my tits you big beast,” she said, playing around with them with her hooves almost as natural as though she had hands. So big and covered in those patterns of fur, he was more turned on than ever.

“H-how are they so big...”

“Oh they’re just all natural.” Turning around she wiggled her ass at him, curling her bushy tail at him. “And this is all natural too.” Batting her eyes at him she said, “Your gun is so big too. How about you use it for something than blowing my head off?” Reaching her, she spread open her pussy lips. “I’d love it if this was the last thing I ever felt...”

She heard the clacking of machinery behind her. Tonks was so weak that she could only barely look back and then she saw him emptying the shotgun shells from the cartridge. Wicked thrills were going crazy in her heart, she couldn’t wait for what was going to happen.