Macchiato eyed his concoction, ready to test its effects. Wake up a Sheeple or Dumb Bleat Juice? He was already thinking up a name for his drink. He wouldn't subject anyone to a potion that he wouldn't try on himself, so he was going to be the first test subject. A bubble popped out from the fluid as he brought the beaker to his mouth. He sucked in a deep breath as he wrapped his lips around the mouth of the glass.

He tilted the bottle back and began to chug the strange tasting concoction down his gullet. He continued to swallow until it was all gone. Macchiato always found it was better to down potions all in one go where possible because they were often foul-tasting. This one was bitter and fizzy but not as bad as some he had made.

He placed the beaker on the workbench and moved away from his alchemy equipment. He waited for about fifteen minutes before he began to feel the effects of the brew on his body. It started with a fluttering stomach, and then the queasy feeling radiated out from his core. The sensation began to change to a warmth that could be described as a hot flush.

The hand and foot paws twitched and soon moved on their own. His fingers fused together into a three-fingered hoof hand. The changes were more significant with his foot paws they merged into cloven hooves. It was then his head began to itch before the nubs of horns began to poke out the top of his head. The fur on his limbs and face began to shift into an ebony shade.

He had set up a small mirror on the wall so he could observe his transformation. He could see the horns growing outward as his pointed coyote ears began to shift into a more leaf-like shape. His brown fur had grown longer before crimping into wool of the same colour. It lost its usual markings as it became a solid coat of wool.

He closed his eyes as he felt his sharp canine muzzle curve into one suited more for a sheep that he was becoming. This was the most uncomfortable part because not only the thickest parts of his ram horns were growing, but he was getting an extra layer of ram skull inside his head.

He opened his eyes that now had propper sheep pupils, although the eye colour was still his. He looked behind him and saw that his canine tail had become a ram tail. It wagged like a dog tail; there was still a coyote inside after all. He tested out his new hoof hands, running them through his curly brown fleece. He huffed in a fresh scent of lanolin coming from his new wool coat. His limbs and face had a short coat of black fur that had a shiny sheen.

He made a convincing sheep. Dumb Bleat Juice was what he was going to sell it as. The potion had worked to change his form, now he would have to see how long it would last. He could get up to some mischief in this temporary new form. Perhaps he should go out on the town and see how many of his friends he could fool.

I saw Sam doing some sketch sheets and decided to get one for myself. Macchiato is an alchemist who has a laboratory in the back room of his cafe at least in my headcanon. I ran a Twitter poll on what to name the transformation potion.

Artwork: © Sam
Character: © silversheep