Farm Animal by xerox2

Farm Animal

xerox2, Bovine, Canine, Cat, Character Development, Chimera, Cow, Curse, Dick, Dog, Equine, Feline, Horse, Hybrid, Lactation, M/F, Magic, Milk, Mind Control, Penis, Pig, Pregnancy, Pussy, Sex, Slavery, Stallion, Straight, Transformation, tf

A young woman finds her life bound to a farm where the animals have the power to transform her as they wish.

Whew! I can't believe I'm finally done with this story. It's been months in the making, but I'm really proud of it.

Big thanks to kotep for helping me edit this beast and providing excellent feedback.

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Farm Animal

By Xerox2

DISCLAIMER: The following content is unrepentantly lewd and not suitable for minors nor the uninitiated. If you are not of legal age in your respective area, please close this window, go outside, and enjoy what's left of your innocence.

Chapter 1: Father's Wish

The judge was hideous. He reached his chubby hands across the table, laid his palm against the bird's back, gripped a drumstick, and tore it off. His hair was plastered to his face with sweat and his jowls shook with each bite. My father laughed at his dirty jokes as the rest of our guests endured the sight. I stared from the doorway, hidden. I had been dressed in my finest jewels and gown. My face was powdered with ground flour, eyebrows painstakingly plucked, lips balmed with beeswax for the past week. I was always beautiful, but tonight I was flawless. For him.

I turned away, and a tear rolled down my cheek. A servant girl dabbed the wetness away with a handkerchief. "Careful, Thea. You'll put a smear down your face."

"I can't do this. Tell my father I'm in the library." I passed through the hall of portraits into the library and stared out the window into the black night. Imagine having that beast mount me on our wedding night. As beasts went, he was more swine than stallion. I shuddered.

The door exploded open. "Thea," cracked my father's stern voice. "We are getting tired of waiting out there."

"I can't do it. I won't take that creature as my husband. I'd rather die."

He turned me with a powerful hand. His face was bright red. "If you're going to die, wait until you're married. Your house needs a powerful legal ally against those Buron bastards. This is the Chief Supreme Justice of the Greater Avenal Province!"

"I'd rather marry a Buron." He raised his hand and I flinched, but he needed my face tonight.

His voice softened, "You've enjoyed your childhood, yes? Your tutors, your friends, the clothes, the country house?" I nodded. He continued, "now it is time to pay for those things. I will marry you to whoever I have to to keep this house alive." As he stormed out he shouted back, "You have ten minutes to show your face!"

The moment he was gone, I put my plan into action. I hurried up to my chamber, locked the door, and stripped down. Underneath my bed was a peasant's dress and hose that I had stolen from the servants. I threw them on and packed a simple change of clothes and as much jewelry as I could get my hands on into a stuffsack. The window opened to a two story drop, but I carefully climbed down the ivy-covered wooden lattice. I took the side passage outside the estate's walls to avoid detection.

I hurried as quietly as possible along the side of the cobblestone path, hands shaking with adrenaline. The evening dew had already settled on the grass, and my shoes were getting soaked, but it was worth not walking on the noisome stones.

I had spent my entire life hearing about the innumerable horrors that could befall a lone girl traveling at night. My bedtime stories were those of bandits that stole helpless maids away to ransom, rape, or sell to brothels, or witches who prowled the streets in the shape of cats searching for virgins to butcher into ingredients for their foul potions. And tonight, for the first time in my life, I made my way alone through the sleeping outskirts of our city.

Before long I was at the city's outer gates. There was a man draped in a heavy wool cloak that mostly hid his face, but I would recognize that handsome jaw anywhere. Next to him, a fully packed stallion stamped impatiently. As I approached, my heart was pounding out of my chest. "Jarin, thank the gods you're here. For a moment, I thought you'd had cold feet," I sighed.

"Thea, my dearest Thea. You know I will never abandon you. You had me worried as well. Gods know it's easier for me to wander at night than it is for you. I thought for sure you'd been caught." That smile melted my heart.

I leaned in and embraced my lover. "What supplies did you manage to bring?"

"Chastity here is loaded with everything we'll need for half a week of travel, and a fair few coins as well. You?"

I handed my stuffsack to him. "Just a change of clothes. Oh, and a fistful of my mother's jewels." We smiled together. Despite everything, at that moment there was no place I'd rather be.

"Last chance to turn back, my love. It will be a hard life for us. Wherever we end up, we certainly won't be living in luxury."

I scoffed. "I'll work the fields if it means I can be with the love of my life."

He looked me in the eyes. "Well then, I believe I owe you something." Without delay, he dropped to one knee. I stopped breathing. "Thea d'Andeli, will you start a new life with me?" He presented a beautiful ruby ring. Our birthstone.

My mind raced. This is what we agreed on. This is why I left. But having it right here in front of me was downright otherworldly. My composure was breaking down, and doubt threatened to seep in. Truly, we hadn't spoken much. We'd had a handful of brief secret rendezvous and swapped letters here and there. I knew people would call it mad. Everyone said love is something that takes time. Well, I had always been different.

"Oh, Jarin Buron, I will." I grasped his hand, ring and all, and pulled him into a kiss. It would be the first marriage between our feuding families. Absorbed in the passion, we lost our balance, and I stepped out of my shoe into the mud. His eyes went wide, worried he had ruined the moment, but we laughed. I said, "just how I pictured it."

Jarin pulled a couple bags off the black stallion and hefted me up. With a slap on its behind we set off away from the lights and life of the city. I wasn't comfortable, but I was fulfilled.

That euphoric high lasted me through the meadow and across the creek. It faded to mere excitement by the time we made it to the wide fields. By the third pasture I had drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke, Jarin was shaking me and the sun was peeking through a canopy of leaves. "Thea, Thea, it's time to wake up." I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as he helped me down from the horse. "I took a shortcut through the woods to avoid your father's men, but I lost the trail."

"You what?" I yawned, taking stock of the nearby trees. "Where are we?"

Jarin shook his head. "Somewhere in the Orangewood. We've been traveling all night, and I'm exhausted. We need to rest properly now. It's day. There's a cottage up ahead."

He had spoken the truth. We were stopped at the edge of a large clearing, or perhaps it would be better to call it a meadow. It was situated in the valley formed by four forest hills that shrouded it from any outside view. There was a low stone wall that ran the perimeter just against the treeline, and inside I could see a few animals and a small pond, fed by a serene creek. There was a barn, a henhouse, and an adorable thatched cottage not far from us. It was heavenly, if a bit run down. Let's call it charmingly rustic.

I was extremely self-aware of my appearance as we made our way to the crooked door. My partner had given me time to make myself up, but I wasn't a miracle worker. Without a looking glass, a brush, or a fresh outfit, I must have looked a mess. Jarin gave a hefty knock, and the door was answered by an ancient-looking woman. She was hunched deeply over her cane, and her skin was wrinkled, splotched, and paper-thin. She gave a genuine smile. "Oh my, look at you two. What brings you all the way out here?"

"We've been traveling all night, and we're looking for a place to sleep." I explained. "We can pay if you'll let us rest in your cottage."

She nodded weakly and beckoned us inside, "Oh little ones. Money doesn't feed the calves. Money doesn't plow the fields. Come now, sit, sit. You're enervated, I have some stew going." The woman passed into the kitchen as we sat around the fire. Jarin sat on the floor, and I took the rickety chair. Dried herbs, some of which I could name, hung from the ceiling, granting the room a unique musky fragrance. The walls were filled with unlabeled jars on high shelves, cupboards, and a vast variety of hanging utensils, some of which were quite odd. The cottage was packed, but organized.

Soon she returned with a pair of steaming bowls of stew. My mouth began to water. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. The moment she handed us our food, we shoveled it into our mouths. It was wonderful. Having been raised a lady, I slowed my pace at once and tried to take an interest in the old woman who was now hovering over us with an expectant smile. "It's delicious. Thank you so very much. Tell me, do you live alone?"

"Indeed I do. I have always appreciated the solitude this valley affords. I take a cart into town once a month or so to trade for supplies, but it is rare for strangers to knock at my door. No one seeks me out. Only those who are lost come to this place. Why are you here?"

Jarin smiled. "Well, I suppose your rule holds fast. We are indeed lost. The truth is we're not from around here. We're fleeing our families to get married and start a new, humble life."

"Ah, young love!" she exclaimed. "Don't worry, I swear I shan't tell a soul."

"How does a woman your age maintain this place?" Jarin asked, wiping his mouth with this sleeve.

The woman looked distant. "There was a time when I could do the work myself. But now I am old. I do not have the energy to run a farm anymore. Oh the work to do! My roof needs thatching, the wagon needs repairs, and it's nearly the end of planting season yet the fields lay unplowed and overgrown. It will be impossible without my cow. She left me two calves, unweaned. They'll surely starve without their mother. The chickens don't produce enough eggs to keep me fed, and the foxes and hawks have their way with them."

My stomach interrupted her with the loudest groan I have ever heard, and I blushed furiously. "Excuse me," I mumbled. Glancing over to Jarin, I saw that he was slumped against the wall, passed out, stew spilled on the floor. He was exhausted from the journey. I began to feel a bit detached. My eyes were struggling to stay open, and my leg was warm. My stew had spilled. When did that happen? "Ma'am," I yawned "I feel---" heavy. I couldn't move. Something was wrong. I should've been able to snap out of this.

My heart jumped, my eyes shut, and then there was the strangest sensation of my limbs not being where I thought they were. My nose burned sharply, and my eyes slowly opened again. The world slowly faded back into focus. I wasn't where I had been. The room had changed. And I wasn't sitting, I was laying on the floor spread-eagle. It was dark. It was cold. Nighttime? I was naked. I shivered. I couldn't move. What was that smell?

"Ah the salts work." The old woman interrupted my thoughts. "You are a beautiful one, child. Pity." Her voice was different now. There was a power behind it. I tried to respond or scream, but my voice just wouldn't come. The only noise I could make was a frantic panting as I began to panic. "Calm down, dear," she chuckled, and I felt a hand run along my cheek. It was not calming. "I do need your voice tonight. Speak."

As she said the word, my voice returned with a shout. "Hag! Witch! Help!" I screamed.

The tip of her cane jabbed my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. "I said speak, not scream, you pathetic little thing." I could not feel anything holding me, but I could only struggle an inch here or there. She prodded me again for good measure.

"Where is Jarin?" I gasped.

"The man? Ah, he is here, bound and helpless. He would make a tasty snack I think. Truly, I am more interested in you."

Tears sprang to my eyes as I realized my situation. "You're a witch. You're going to eat us or chop us up and use us for parts in your vile concoctions."

She cackled freely. "A witch, a crone, a hag, a sorceress. I have been called all these things. Hideous, beautiful, young, old, vile, chaste. . . All words that have no meaning, nor power. I shall teach you the power of real mouth-sounds tonight, little one: phrases that have genuine purpose."

I tried to spit. "They will find me. My family is already looking for us. The finest rangers in the land will scour this forest. They will find us and quarter you."

Again the foul sound of her laughter rang through my ears. "Quarter me? Oh, my flesh, you are not in a position to make threats. None but the lost find this place. Not the searching. Not the traveling. If those who seek you are at all competent, they will not make it here. And if a soul does come knocking for you I shall turn them away, or charm them, or simply butcher them for parts.

"I am not weak as I may seem, runt. Were you not bound, I would break your limbs. You are less than a child to me. You are as a kitten, a tool even. Something to be used and then discarded as it pleases me."

She had used a potion on me, and now she held me with magic. I was helpless. "I believe you. What are you going to do to us?" I choked out.

"You are correct not to doubt me, for I can speak only truths. I was not lying earlier when I explained my difficulties maintaining this farm. I need you to work it for me. I will feed you, give you shelter, and allow you to retain most of your free will. You will take bonding oaths, and I shall turn you loose."

"You need me to speak them? That is why you've given me my voice? What if I refuse?"

"You are useful to me dead, plaything. You may be slight of build, but your blood has power. Your virgin heart alone would sustain me for a year. Long enough for another to wander into my web. Speak the oaths and you will live."

My mind worked quickly, searching for a solution to this impossible puzzle. "I will take your oaths, hag, if you free my husband."

A flash of pain as she stuck her cane into my ribs. "There will be no negotiating. Your choice is life or death. Choose before I tire and choose for you."

I am not strong. If I was strong I would have chosen death. But I had hope. The thought of one day being able to see the sun again, to eat, to day dream. . . Surely that was better than nothing? We kept slaves at the estate, and I had seen them smile and laugh before. It wasn't a good life, but it was, "life. I choose life."

Finally that wicked creature entered my sight. She was wearing a black robe, her hands and feet wrapped in linens. She straddled me, resting her knees beneath my armpits. She then extended a black tongue and licked the tip of her left thumb, leaving an inky substance on it. She used this hand to grasp my head, resting the inky thumb tip between my eyebrows. Her eyes were just dark pools, and once I caught their gaze they filled my vision completely. No matter where I looked, I could see nothing but the animal blackness of those eyes.

"You will repeat after me. My word is bond."

"M-my word is bond." I stammered.

"I vow never to bring harm to Yagna Nvena, directly or indirectly, by action or inaction."

I closed my eyes, but still could see hers. "I vow never to bring harm to Yagna Nvena, directly or indirectly, by action or inaction."

"I vow never to flee this farm."

Tears were streaming down my face. "I vow never. . . to flee this farm."

"I vow never to wear clothes nor enter the dwelling of a human."

Suddenly everything went dark. I could see the backs of my eyelids again. I opened my eyes as she rose and smiled. "Excellent. You are obedient. These oaths may guide you, but be wise and never forget my capacity for. . . more traditional punishment."

I repeated the oaths in my head again and again and tried to consider what my future would be like. I felt defeated and dominated.

"Now, I'm not quite done with you. I have no need of a weak human slave girl" she mumbled as she passed out of my vision again. When she returned she was carrying a large jar of what appeared to be blood. "This will be over quick enough." She opened up the container and painted me with the fluid. It smelled vaguely like blood, perhaps some sort of mixture. It was earthy and metallic with a hint of sulphur. As she coated my hands and feet she chanted in some forgotten language. She then spilled the remainder down my front in a long stripe, and I gasped at the coldness. There was a bizarre crawling sensation in my skin that made me grit my teeth.

"I have no need of a maid, and I am not interested in sampling the pleasures of your beauty. Your body is simply not useful in its current form."

"You can. . . change me?" I felt queasy.

"I can and will. You will serve me by serving the animals of this farm. I hereby gift your flesh to them. Whatsoever be their whims, your form will match to satisfy their desires." The tingling stopped, and I lost consciousness.

Chapter 2: Patches' Wish

I came to in the earliest moments of dawn. I was outside, and I was still covered in the vile mixture. I could move again. It was a privilege to shiver in the cold. The cottage loomed over me, windows lit. I had a visceral reaction to the sight of the accursed place and scrambled backwards before getting to my feet and running into the valley. There weren't many thoughts in my head at that moment, just an overwhelming relief that I could move and put distance between me and the vile woman.

I finally collapsed, panting, at the edge of the forest. There was a haggard wall made of loosely stacked flat stones between me and the thicket. It was low, more suitable for keeping sheep contained than people. In fact, I had climbed one just like it during my flight. But could I now? I had taken an oath never to flee. Was it magically enforced? Would I burst into flames if I crossed it? Would I find myself unable to move? Even if I did escape, I would surely perish. My tired legs couldn't take me much farther, and I'd make an easy snack for the wolves or worse. I resolved to make an escape attempt tomorrow morning.

The familiar stench of the substance I was covered in hit me, and suddenly my thoughts were back in the cottage. I made my way to the creek and scrubbed myself clean in the frigid water. By the time I finished the sun was peeking over the horizon, but it did little to warm me. My teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and I desperately needed to dry off and find shelter.

The valley had the cabin, but there was also a small grain silo, a little barn, and a chicken coop. The barn seemed like the most likely place to get out of the cold, so I staggered across the field again. The door opened with a creak and nearly fell off its hinges. Shafts of light shone through the cracks in the weathered boards and caught the dust, revealing several stalls and an upper loft area. The smell inside was very musky, but it was warm so I entered. I half expected to find a dragon curled up in one of the stalls, but it was just a small collection of mundane animals. Chastity, our stallion, was in one of them, and he seemed happy to see me. Most were empty but seemed as though they had been used previously.

I discovered two calves huddled in the stall farthest from the door. They were laying in a clump in one of the corners, and at first I thought they were dead. They were practically skin and bones. I approached them, and one with a large black patch that covered half its face weakly shifted its head to look at me. I reached down and stroked them, overcome by sympathy. They were just so helpless. The least I could do is keep them company. I slumped down against the wall and laid my arm across them. "I will call you Patches" I said to the one staring at me. If I didn't know better, I would have thought it was gazing directly at my bare breasts.

I could hardly blame Patches for his interest. My breasts had always been one of my most prized features. They were large but not too large, fair, and perky. I never had to try with them; they were my gift. Looking down at them now they seemed a bit larger than I remembered. And sure I was cold, but I'd never seen my nipples so erect. I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable, but something wasn't right. When I looked again they seemed even larger than before. Was I going crazy? I held my breath and sat perfectly still. Resting my head against the wall, I stared past my nipple to a piece of hay on the floor and used it for reference. Sure enough my bosom was growing right in front of my very eyes.

I brought a hand up to one of my breasts and hefted it. It was definitely bigger, and I could feel it expanding in my palm. The growth sped up, and I drew my hands away shock. My skin felt like it was being pulled and stretched, but it was more bizarre than painful. Before long my breasts hung almost to my navel. They were a bit droopier than I was used to. Then, as if the thought had triggered it, they started to swell outwards, almost like a balloon being inflated. My nipples grew to match, from not much larger than the size of peas, to thimble-sized, and then finally as large as a man's thumb. I ventured a finger to touch one. It wobbled and sent a fantastic sensation through my chest. I gasped. It felt far better than I was expecting.

Finally the growth seemed to stop, and I sat, mystified at my new anatomy. My breasts were now absolutely huge. They were at least as large as melons in the market, and they hung heavily. The nipple I had prodded earlier was now erect, though it was not shaped quite the same as it had been. It was smoother, more elongated, and my areola seemed to have disappeared. I tried to stand, but the weight and momentum of my new additions caught me off guard and I fell forward, bracing myself with my palms. On my knees and hands with my arms outstretched, the tips of my new teats nearly touched the ground. I hung my head in defeat. Even if I escaped, I would be mocked as a freak. My beauty was the source of my value, and now I was ruined.

As tears formed, there was movement from the calves beside me. Patches nuzzled his head against my side. At first I thought he was trying to console me, but then he reached down and popped one of my nipples into his mouth and gave it a tug. I instinctively yelped and jumped backwards, landing on my butt. I thought he had bit me, but he hadn't. Now my slobber-covered teat was getting cold in the air and grew hard. Curious, I wrapped my fingers around it and gave a tug. To my surprise, a small stream of milk hit the ground. I was lactating? Then it hit me. The witch had gifted my body to the animals of this farm, and these calves were hungry. Did they have the power to change me?

Undeterred by my withdrawal, the famished Patches stepped forward and took my swollen nipple into his mouth again. This time, whether out of shock or pity or sheer curiosity, I let him nurse. He bobbed his head as he eagerly started drawing milk from me. The breath from his nose warmed me, and he slurped noisily. His tongue stuck out between his lower lip and my breast and massaged the liquid from me. I was surprised how rough his tongue was. It was almost like a cat's, covered in little barbs that pricked and massaged my sensitive skin. It was an alien feeling having the milk drain out of me. There was a slight vibration as it left the teat, accompanied by a wonderful relief of pressure. I felt myself grow moist, my body acting on reflex from the stimulation.

Roused by scent of milk dripping from the sides of Patches' mouth, his sister calf stood and approached on unsteady feet. I didn't resist as she began to nurse from my other breast. My breath came heavily as her mouth worked. She used more suction than Patches, but less tongue. I stared down their backs, tails waving behind them as they fed. I gently rested one hand on her back while the my other crept toward my groin. I was not a very sexual person, but there was something so very primal about the situation. It drove me to rub my pussy. I used one finger to part my lips and gather lubrication from my opening before moving it up to work my clitoris.

As the two continued to eat, I changed further. Seeing it happen didn't shock me. The entire scene was so far removed from anything I had ever experienced before, I felt like I was watching it unfold from outside my body or that I was inside a dream. My skin darkened near the teat where Patches mouth was attached. The new spot spread up across my left breast until I too had a black and white splotched skin pattern. A thin dusting of short, coarse fur also grew across most of my chest, though the tips of my breasts remained clear.

Patches finally finished his meal and plopped onto the ground beside me. I continued to rub myself as his sister fed, but soon she too had had her fill and laid against me. I withdrew my hand from my crotch and pet her idly as we lay there. I was so ashamed. That was perhaps the most base and unnatural thing I had ever done in my life. What if Jarin had seen me do that? What if he saw me with these two udder-breasts? Was he even still alive? These questions and others spun in my head as I drifted off to sleep, enjoying the warmth of my new friends.

The sound of the barn doors opening woke me from my sleep. It was still day, but the sun had shifted. Someone was standing in the doorway. It was Jarin! I gasped and stood quickly, waking the calves. My newly enlarged breasts wobbled heavily, almost knocking me off balance. "Jarin!" I shouted.

"Well hello to you!" He responded before turning and fetching a wheelbarrow and pitchfork. I stood still, clearly visible from the door as he began looking inside the pens. I was expecting utter joy or relief at seeing me alive. I was expecting repulsion or horror when he saw my changes. I was not expecting him to simply greet me and get on with whatever it was he was doing.

I opened up the pen and approached him. He was wearing simple farmer's clothes that I was sure he hadn't brought. The liripipe on his hood was in an older style, like something made half a century ago or more. When he heard me approaching, he turned my way and I noticed a black spot between his eyes. I did my best to hide my bosom by crossing my arms, but I could hardly conceal my enlarged teats. "Jarin," I ventured again "Is that really you, my love?"

"Thea. Missed me, didn't you?" He smiled. I was relieved to hear my name, but something about his demeanor still seemed off. It was so casual and detached. It was as if he found nothing unusual about the situation at all. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.

"Look what's happened to me, Jarin! Look at me." I uncovered myself, revealing the extent of the curse. I was terrified, but his expression didn't change. "We have to escape!"

He simply turned and drove the pitchfork into the muck at the bottom of the pen. My heart sank. What had that witch done to him? I shouted, "Look at me! Don't you care? I'm to be your wife, dammit!"

"Calm yourself, girl." he said, pitching the muck into his wheelbarrow.

I clasped his shoulder and forced him to to turn to me, tears streaming down my face. "What's wrong with you?!"

Then he did something that I'd never imagined him doing. He took his powerful hand and pushed me back. I staggered and tripped, landing painfully on my behind. "Calm yourself, girl! What's gotten into you? I'm just cleaning out the stalls. You want a clean stall don't you?"

I was crushed. I curled up and cried right where I had landed. He just went on shoveling. "Do you not understand a word I'm saying?" I whimpered, watching him. "Don't you see what I am?" He didn't respond so I just sat and watched him work. I was close enough to touch him, but I couldn't reach him. Who was he? Jarin would've never pushed me like that. He wouldn't ignore me.

When he finished with the second stall, he turned his attention back to me. "How are we doing over here? Sorry for pushing you earlier, but you can't go leaning on me when I'm working like that." He kneeled down, and slowly reached out. I shied back a bit, and he paused then reached out and stroked my head. It was him, but there wasn't that familiar spark in his eyes. Just that black dot between them.

"Why?" I asked, quietly.

He didn't answer. He didn't even react. Instead, he stroked my head once or twice, reached into a bag he had brought with him and presented me with a carrot. "Here, maybe this'll make it up to you." Whoever this person was, it wasn't my husband. I slapped the carrot from his hand, stood, and ran outside.

The sun was getting low, but it would be a few hours before it got dark. I ran until my back and breasts ached from the movement. I made it all the way to the stone wall again. Breathing heavily, I braced myself against it. I sat and mourned for the life I'd had. Part of me had hoped that Jarin would defeat the witch and whisk me back to my family. I dreamed about seeing my father again. He would hire an alchemist or a pellar to return me to normal. It would cost a small fortune, sure, but I had seen it done. When I was a child, one of my dearest friends had a potion slipped into her drink by a jealous classmate. It made her tongue long and sticky like a frog's. I was one of the only people who saw it before her father took her to be cured. When she returned a week later, she was back to normal. There was still hope for me out there.

I grasped the wall and pulled myself up. I winced as my leg scraped against the rocks, but the pain was meaningless. I didn't care if crossing this barrier made me burst into flames. I wasn't going to be treated like an animal, and it seemed like I if I stayed I might end up becoming one. With a deep breath I hung my legs over the far side and stood up. I waited. Nothing. I was standing on the far side of the wall, and I wasn't dead. I took a few experimental steps away and touched one of the trees. The farm was over there, and I was here. Perhaps the hag's spell had failed? Perhaps it didn't work because I'd been coerced, or maybe she performed it wrong or something. I smiled, and passed into the thicket.

Immediately, it was dark. Twigs and stones jabbed into my bare feet with each unsteady step. The foliage was untamed and dense. Dense scrub-brush grew with abandon, and the air itself was thick with low branches that scraped me as I passed. I gasped as a spider web caught me in the face. I rubbed it away, but I didn't see a spider inside. A cobweb perhaps, or perhaps the creature now crawled in my hair. A twig snapped in the distance and I paused. Wind rushed through the forest, and the trees chattered and moaned as branches rubbed against each other. I continued. Any path I chose was crooked and blocked. I couldn't keep track of where I was going.

I thought about how my family would react to my return. They would embrace me, wouldn't they? Once they fixed me, Father could marry me off, just like he intended. I could endure being some hideous man's plaything. A hanging twig scraped against my nipple and I stopped and winced in pain. A small bead of blood came to the surface of the dark skin. If my family couldn't cure me, what would happen? I could be disowned. I might be sold to the brothels or as a slave to some traveling show. I might end up as just some freak to be mocked and abused.

Where was I going? I didn't know the way home. I didn't know the rules of the enchantment on the farm that guarded it from those who were not lost. That horrible woman might punish me for escaping. If the stories I'd heard were true, she could send demons after me or turn my blood to water. My breasts had started to swell with milk again, even as my stomach groaned with hunger. They were not quite as large as they had been before the feeding, but they were indeed growing. My thoughts turned to the calves. Surely they would die without me. It was disgusting what I had done, but the thought of their skeletal bodies made me shiver. They were the first creatures that ever truly relied on me, and I was turning my back on them.

I heard a distant growl. Or had I? My ears were playing tricks on me. I was all alone, and it was becoming night. I had no hope of reaching home, and even if I did find my way there I might be disowned. I turned. I wouldn't abandon my calves. I couldn't. I started to trace my steps backward, praying I would be able to find my way. My breath quickened as the forest seemed to close in on me. I sped up, ignoring the pain in my feet. Finally, I broke through the trees and dashed to the wall. I was glad to be back. There was food here. There were creatures here that cared for me. I would be used, and it wouldn't be a pleasant life, but here at least I would live.

I climbed back over the wall as the last of the sun's light died. A tent had been erected in an open space not far from the witch's cottage. No doubt that was where Jarin was. The valley was peaceful. If I hadn't known what horrors it held, I would have called it picturesque. I sat and let my mind wander as the stars came out. It was my third night gone. By now our families would have noticed that both Jarin and I were missing. No doubt my sister would fling accusations of kidnapping, and my mother would be inconsolable. They wouldn't have given up the search yet, but I had to wonder just how long before they did. We were only a day's ride away from the city gates. There was still hope that someone would come.

Chapter 3: Chastity's Wish

There were still large sections of the farm I hadn't explored, but that would have to wait until tomorrow. For now, it was time to return to the barn. During my flight, my breasts had again swollen full. They were sore, and veins rose across their surface. I could see little droplets of milk peeking from the tips of my teats when they bounced. On my walk over I realized that I desperately needed to pee and poop. There wasn't anyone watching, so I just found a small hole in the field and did my business there, burying it when I was done. It felt weird to go in the open, but it was soon done with.

The barn had been cleaned quite a bit while I was gone. There was all new hay in the stalls, and the floor had been swept clean of debris. The carrot that I knocked out of Jarin's hand was now resting on the wall of one of the stalls, and Chastity was staring intently at it. As much as I hated the gesture that landed that carrot there, I was very hungry. I walked over, brushed off a bit of the dirt, and ate it. Having woken up my stomach, I realized just how little I had eaten in the past two days. The feed troughs inside the stalls had been filled. Oats for Chastity, grass hay for the calves (though it was untouched), and a third trough filled with some miscellaneous vegetables that I could only assume was for me. There were some uncooked potatoes, a few ugly carrots, a radish, and some wilted celery. Not very appetizing. Still, I supposed beggars can't be choosers.

The calves had stood up when I entered and were now standing near the door to their pen. They were probably almost as hungry as me. I let them out and sat myself in front of my food trough as they began to suckle. I finished off the celery and carrots immediately. The calves noisily relieved the pressure in my chest as I considered the other food. I had never been able to stomach radishes, but I had also never tried to eat a raw potato. I suffered through the meal as Patches and his sister finished theirs and again plopped down beside me. Clover would be a good name for the girl. They were still gaunt, but their stomachs were noticeably distended.

Now thirsty, I returned to the creek to drink. I caught my reflection in the water and noticed that the black dot on my forehead was still present. Washing and scrubbing didn't seem to help. With a sigh, I returned to the barn. Chastity was licking the inside of his empty food trough when I returned. I walked to the doorway and clicked to get his attention. He placed his chin on the door and huffed mightily. "You still recognize me, don't you?" I asked, petting his nose. The physical contact calmed me a bit.

I noticed a brush hanging by the door and decided to do the stallion a favor. I opened up the gate and started brushing down his neck and then his flanks, picking the extra hair out from the brush regularly. He nudged me in thanks. I hummed and spoke idly to him as I continued. "There we go. That feels nice doesn't it." My mind wandered back to my encounter with Jarin earlier. "Treating me like some animal. . . let's see an animal use a brush, huh?" I began cursing the witch under my breath. Chastity nickered and moved to the side, and I realized I had been going at it a bit too vigorously. "Sorry."

I turned my attention to his legs and stomach. As I squatted, I came face to face with his genitals. Large, black balls bulged inside a sack that could barely contain them. The pair rested behind a strange, wrinkled sheath opening that I couldn't make heads or tails of. I blushed, feeling like I invaded his privacy, but I knew he didn't care. I continued my work, brushing across his forelegs and his barrel chest, then dragging the brush gently from his flanks down to his knees. Finally, I carefully stroked around his lower stomach and groin, careful not to hurt him. To my surprise, the black pouch that held his penis stirred and swelled. Without ceremony, his shaft began to unfurl. At first his sheathe was like a scrunched up sleeve that was being pushed back into form, but once the tip of his cock showed, it slid out. With a twitch it swelled almost to the size of my forearm. I backed up, "Not very true to your namesake, are you?" I stood and smiled. "You'll make a good horse-husband to some mare."

Anyone who's spent any time with a stallion has seen them hanging their dicks before, but I had never seen one so close up. It was intimidating to say the least, but thankfully not my concern. I moved to leave, but my guts turned themselves in a knot and I collapsed against the gate. Again I felt that terrible stretching feeling. My body was being changed. I panicked and tried to flee, even as my insides rearranged themselves. By the time I'd gotten outside the pen, I felt my stomach churn as my organs moved around to make room. My busum blocked my view, but I could feel my genitals being molded by the changes. It was as if I were being penetrated and pulled open, but at the same time I knew there was nothing inside my pussy. I reached down and felt my lower lips expanding into my hand. Moving one of my breasts aside, I watched my clit swell massively before being enveloped by my womanhood once again. The sensation knocked me to my knees. It wasn't pain. No, it was pure, unwelcome pleasure. I clenched my fists as I came to an abrupt, unexpected orgasm. My engorged pussy spasmed, and I could feel the secondary motions of all the extra flesh jiggling from the movement.

It was all happening too fast for me to react. Before the aftershocks of my climax even faded, the front of my opening was pulled down and back. Reaching again, I couldn't feel my slit at all between my legs, just a lump. Desperately searching further, I discovered that it was still between my legs, but it now faced my behind instead of below me. The straining sensations of change continued back to my butthole as it quivered and swelled. A quick flash of cold started at the back of my neck and shot down my spine. It gathered at the top of my ass and pushed, as if something inside of me was trying to escape. I leaned forward on my arms and breasts with my ass in the air as my body shook. Bones grew and pushed against my skin as new muscles cramped and flexed uncontrollably. I was absorbed and overwhelmed by the experience.

As things settled down, something touched my new genitals and I jumped, surprised. It was a bizarre sensation to feel that contact from both sides. I twisted my back and head to see, and sure enough I had grown a tail. Suddenly there was a feeling of pins and needles as hair sprouted out of both my new limb, my behind, and lower back. Most of it was coarse to the touch and stayed short, but the new hair on my tail was silky and long. There was a brief pause where I stared, mouth agape, and then a final thud as my pelvis widened abruptly.

I dropped my head waiting for the changes to continue, but there was only silence. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily. I wanted to pretend like nothing had changed, but I could feel the hairs on my tail tickling my thighs. I started to sob quietly. Throughout my life I had been taught that my privates were precious, coveted, to be protected. Now that beautiful little flower that had shaped my relationships and lifestyle had been stolen away in an instant. I was lost. Suddenly there was a huff of hot breath against my butt. Chastity had his head lowered down to my behind, and his huge black penis was now fully erect, swaying beneath him. My tail flagged up reflexively at the touch, swatting him gently in the nose.

"Oh, no. I don't think so, you ass!" I stood and stormed away, closing and locking his stall. My gait was a bit different now with my slightly wider hips, and my tail waved back and forth as I went. Everything felt a bit off, from the way my expanded slit shook with each step to the fact that I could feel my asshole touching my cheeks. Frustrated, I grabbed a fistful of the hair on my tail and pulled. It hurt like hell. Now I felt like a monster and an idiot. I didn't want to care about this new part of my body. I wanted it gone. I had a furry butt, a monstrous pussy, and a damn tail, not to mention udders for breasts. If I escaped, I wasn't sure what sort of life I could expect. I returned to the calves and prepared for sleep. I was glad to have them around at least.

Chapter 4: The Hen's Wish

Several days passed, and I began to settle into a routine. I let Patches and Clover drink as they wished when I was around, but I produced enough milk that I needed them to eat at least twice a day. I quickly discovered how to milk myself, but it seemed like a waste. Not that the occasional waste meant much; I must have been producing more than two gallons a day. I was amazed at the power behind the streams of milk I coaxed out. One time I even tried squirting it into my mouth. It tasted just like a cow's. The calves were already looking much healthier, and they followed me around when I let them.

The witch stayed cooped up in her house all day every day, but Jarin was extremely active around the farm. I hardly ever saw him take a break from working, and I have to say he accomplished a lot. The stalls were mucked every day, and all the animals and I were given food. I ate mostly wilted vegetables and oats, but occasionally I'd find a fruit or berries in my trough. He also cleaned and repaired the henhouse and chicken coop, which had been disgusting. It broke my heart the way he acted around me, so I avoided contact. He treated me like an animal, and it didn't seem like he could understand a word I said. Seeing his mind warped that way just destroyed me. Still, things were improving quickly from their original state, and I felt like he was taking care of me in his own way.

There were new chicks running around the chicken coop learning to peck from their mothers. I didn't venture nearby for fear of being transformed into a worm, and I still got nervous getting anywhere near the cottage. Other than that I roamed the farm openly. There really wasn't much to do with my time, so I mostly laid in the shade, watched Patches and Clover, and thought about home. I bathed in the creek every afternoon when the water was at its warmest. There was a deep spot under a willow just upstream of the pond that I visited. No matter how many times I washed myself, the dot between my eyes never faded.

One time I jumped in and the cold water flooded up into my altered vagina. I could feel it all the way up in my chest. When I exited, a small torrent of water poured out of me. After that I made sure to enter slowly, but it did make me realize that I could actually survive sex with Chastity now. I mostly kept my distance from him as well. I wasn't angry at him anymore. He didn't know his desires had the power to change me. He was extremely interested in me now. He wasn't running around trying to mount me or anything, but my presence certainly had an effect. Every time I entered the barn to sleep, I saw his huge penis drop down out of its sheathe. I must admit that I stopped and stared more than once. He was a very impressive beast, and his cock was mesmerizing. I bet Jarin was jealous when he cleaned it.

Just when things had started to become routine, something happened. It was late afternoon, and I was relaxing in the pond, watching the dragonflies buzz around the lilypads. Jarin was across the valley throwing seed for the chickens. The calm was broken by a splash in the water not far from me. I cautiously peered through the reeds toward the noise. There was a young man drinking from his canteen, bag and sword on the ground beside him. It was my childhood friend Simon Bigge. He was the last person I expected to see out here searching for me, for he was a true coward. When we were younger, my sisters and I used to tease him with the name Cryin' Simon because the sight of a mouse once sent him to tears. Not exactly a knight in shining armor, but I was ecstatic to see him. I swam around the reeds, being sure to keep just my head and shoulders visible. "Simon!"

He jumped and spun toward me. "Thea! By the gods! Is it really you down there? I can't believe it."

"Shh!" I put my finger to my lips. "Lower your voice. You have no idea how glad I am to see you."

He came to the water's edge and bent down. "Where have you been? We've had search parties out for over a week. Your sister Ryia's got your dad convinced you were taken by the Buron family, and your mum's been hiring all manner of pellars and sages to try 'n divine your location."

"Oh no, Ryia's got it all wrong! Jarin and I eloped together, but we accidentally came here. We got lost on the way through the woods and--"

"By the gods," he exclaimed under his breath, "you ran away with a Buron? I woulda never suspected it, but I guess love's a strange thing." He sat, "You know, I also got lost on my way. Was separated from the search party while we were traveling at night and I ended up here."

"Listen, Simon, we're not safe here. We have to leave immediately."

He looked around nervously, "It is? We do? What about Jarin?"

I shook my head, "We can't trust him." I wanted to tell him about the witch and the curse, but I was convinced that she might somehow hear me from an incredible distance and come swooping down on us. It seems insane in retrospect, but at the time it was a very real fear. "Here is what we'll do. You stay here, and I'll get Patches and Clover." He stared, "They're cows. I need to bring them."

"That's crazy, Thea. If that Buron scum turned on you, let's just grab your clothes and run now."

It then dawned on me that I hadn't thought anything about clothes since the witch threw me outside. "I don't. . . have any." My stomach felt like it had stones in it.

"You what? And what in the world is that black dot on your head?"

"Listen," I said with renewed resolve. "I need to show you something, and when I do, I need you to not freak out and run or scream or faint or anything like that. Promise?" he nodded. I started to walk toward him, out of the water. My face was practically on fire from embarrassment, but I couldn't put this off any longer. I closed my eyes as my massive udders broke free of the water, their weight suddenly becoming apparent. I peeked and saw him, mouth agape, white as a spirit. I did my best to cover myself with my arms and finished exiting the pond, tail dripping. By habit I gave it a little shake, inadvertently splashing some water onto him. He fell back and scooted away from me slowly.

"What in the seven hells are you, and what have you done with Thea?!" he shouted, groping for his sword.

"Quiet! It is me, Simon you coward." He stood still and I stepped a bit closer, kneeling down. "I've been cursed."

"That's awful! But why this?" he asked, gesturing to me. "Was someone jealous of your looks?"

I shook my head. "This isn't the end of it. I'm changing based on what the animals here desire. If I don't leave, who knows what I'll end up looking like."

"The animals are doing this to you? How degrading!" I frowned at him. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that it's just. . . why would the beasts want you to, you know, be so well endowed?"

"It's the calves." I said, revealing my animalistic teats. "They were hungry."

Simon reeled. "Ugh! That's disgusting!"

"They would have died without me! That's why we need to bring them!"

"What? You're telling me you actually. . .fed them? I think I'm going to be sick. And the tail? What possible reason could they have for giving you a horse's ass?"

I looked down, "Well, Chastity--"

"Animals don't have modesty, Thea."

"No, you idiot. Chastity is the name of the stallion." I had had enough humiliation for one afternoon. "You know what, forget it."

Simon thought for a moment, then looked at me horrified. "Oh gods. You didn't. Oh that's vile!" He made a retching noise.

"No, I didn't. What do you think I am? Some sort of degenerate?"

He shook his head. "Forget it. Forget I asked." With a flick he undid his cloak and tossed it to me. "Here. Apologies for not offering sooner. Go get your cows. And hurry."

I caught the heavy piece of fabric and stared at it. I felt very uncomfortable holding it "I. . . I don't want to get it wet." I explained, tossing it back.

He stared in disbelief. "You what? No I don't care, here." he passed it back to me.

I started breathing heavily. "No. . I said I didn't want to! Why won't you listen to me?" I dropped the cloak.

"Why not? I'm offering you a little modesty. You're acting crazy!"

I felt crazy. All I knew is that I didn't want to wear it. "Red just isn't my color. It would look terrible on me. What do you care? I'm going to be right back. You stay here." I took off across the valley toward the area where the calves were. Simon stayed behind.

I was ashamed and confused at my weird behavior, but the opportunity to escape was extremely exciting. I knew the oath I had taken was preventing me from wanting to wear the clothes, but there was no use spending all my willpower on covering myself. Not only had I been naked for days, but he had already seen me. There was nothing to hide. My tail covered up my privates well enough. I would need all my energy to escape the farm. No doubt I would change my mind about it halfway there. Perhaps I could instruct Simon to tie me up and gag me or knock me out or something.

My thoughts were interrupted by an unusual squawking racket coming from the chicken coop. Glancing over, I saw the hens and chicks fluttering and dashing around, feathers flying everywhere. What had gotten into them? A blur of orange streaked from around the henhouse. A fox! Those baby chicks were a feast just waiting to be snatched up, and they were tiring quickly. The rooster was desperately pecking at the fox to distract it, but one wrong dodge and it would be the beast's next meal. Moved by sympathy, I ran toward the scene shouting, "Hey! Get lost! Get out of here!" Moving quickly was immensely difficult, but I wasn't close enough to be heard.

I yelled so hard that my voice had nearly gone by the time I arrived. The fox paused a moment when it heard me but continued hunting the chicks, unafraid. I coughed and gasped for breath as I watched the creature separate a small grouping of chicks and corner them against the fence. The hens watched the scene unfold as I inhaled deeply, preparing to make the loudest noise I could in desperation. The sound I made echoed off the trees. "Grrwoof!"

Everything froze. That didn't sound like me. My throat itched in a very unusual way. I tried clearing it, but I could only produce a low growl. The scratchy sensation in my neck spread quickly across my entire head, followed by the familiar sensation of change. I clenched my eyes shut as my face quickly stretched outwards into a muzzle. My ears grew until they flopped against my cheeks as my forehead shrank downwards. Muscles bulged as my neck grew and fur pricked out from beneath my skin in a sudden wave. My teeth ached as they fused and reformed, filling my elongated jaw. I clapped my mouth shut, painfully biting my tongue, which was hanging out of the side. Throughout the change I yelped and howled. It was as if a hound was sounding the alarm, but the noise was coming from me!

I couldn't keep track of what was happening. This transformation was rapid and disorienting, but the changes stopped just as quickly as they had started. I sat for a moment with my eyes closed. My breathing had inescapably changed. I could draw so much air through my nose, It was as if it had been unclogged. And the smells were indescribable. The way sound and hearing changes when you dunk your head underwater is what came to my mind. It was as if my nose had surfaced for the first time. It was overwhelming and unwelcome.

Judging from the noises I had made and my new sense of smell, I knew my head was now that of a dog. I sat and wondered, dreading, how I looked, could I speak, how far the changes had gone. I cracked my watery eyes and caught a distorted picture of the henhouse. There was no fox in sight. But there was something in my lower vision that stayed as I moved my head around. It was my nose. I crossed my eyes and saw a long ridge of fur, ending in a black tip. I couldn't tell what color the fur was, because everything had turned to shades of blue, yellow, and gray. The grass had turned from a vibrant green to dull straw color, and it was difficult to distinguish from the brighter dirt beneath it. I rubbed my eyes and felt my face with a trembling hand. My ears had grown large enough to flop over. I ran my fingers down the length of my muzzle. I brushed a stiff whisker and blinked reflexively. My lips hung a bit below my lower jaw, and I found that I had lost some fine control over them. I opened my mouth and felt my teeth, now suited for tearing flesh. I felt like a monster. Hideous but somehow powerful.

I glanced back to the pond, nervously. Had Simon seen me? I had a harder time making out shapes at that distance, but it seemed like he hadn't. I found my thoughts going in every which way at once. I wondered how the chickens knew what a dog was while I brainstormed ways to reveal my changes. I questioned how long my tongue was as I pondered whether my family would take me back or disown me when they saw me. I wallowed in mental chaos for a little while, then took a deep breath and put myself together. One thing at a time: Could I speak? I made a few awkward-sounding attempts at speech, but my tongue and lips just couldn't make the required motions.

Then it hit me. I could still write! I grabbed a stick and made some letters on the ground. "THEA." Perfect. Now I could at least explain the situation to Simon. I stood and made my way over to Patches and Clover, who were staring from a distance. They recognized me immediately and started mooing they way they did when they were hungry. My udders were getting full the point of soreness, so I kneeled and let them feed. The sight of this and the dog's head would be far too much for my friend. I sighed with relief as they suckled. it had become a very relaxing activity for me. This time I could smell the fatty scent of the cream as it dripped from calves' mouths into the grass below.

When they were finished we started back to Simon. As we approached, Clover saw him through the reeds and sauntered over to say hi. I followed.

"Oh hello there little guy," he cooed, petting the curious animal. I took a deep breath and stepped into sight. "Thea there you -- AHhh!" He shouted, turning white. I put my hands out in front of me and waved, trying to signal to calm him down, but he scrambled back away from me. I reached out to touch him, but he slapped my hand away as he hastily grabbed his things. "Get back you hideous beast! I knew this was just a ruse!" He held his blade between us threateningly, and I froze.

Slowly, I raised one hand in surrender and bent over to write some words in the mud. Before I was halfway through the first letter he was running toward the path into the valley. I tried to shout after him but only succeeded in barking rather menacingly. I collapsed to my knees and whined in distress. I hated the sound, and hearing it only made me cry harder. Simon had left behind the red cloak he had offered me in his rush. It now appeared yellow, just like the grass beneath it. I threw it in anger, and it landed in the pond. Now wasn't the time to throw a tantrum. He was my only chance at escape, and he might still be close enough to catch.

I stood and emerged just in time to see Simon collapse right at the entryway to the farm. He seemed to be laying perfectly still. I started running over, but just before I could reach him I saw a sight that turned my blood to ice. The door to the cottage was open, and in the doorway stood the witch. She hobbled over to the prone noble, taking her sweet time. Simon appeared to be completely frozen and unable to move.

"Well, well. What have we here?" croaked the hag. "Had a little accident did you?" A dark spot on Simon's tunic betrayed the fact that he had pissed himself.

She reached into the folds of her dress and withdrew a tiny glass phial. "Let's see to it that your form matches your filthy habits." She sat down on his back and stuck two of her fingers right into his nose, yanking his head back. Simon was completely unable to resist, though I could see the terror in his eyes. His mouth fell open limply, and she poured the contents straight down his throat. Simon's sword lay on the ground between the witch and I, but I was afraid to pick it up. She stood and stashed the phial, turning her attention to me. I wanted to run, but I found myself petrified by fear.

"Aaaah, there you are. Lots of needs on this farm, aren't there?" She approached and ran a hand across my new face, then down to my breasts. She clenched one of my teats and gave it an unceremonious tug, sending a stream of milk splashing against her hand and into the grass below. "Once the calves are strong, I'll continue to have you milked. It looks like you're producing quite a bit. She licked her fingertips and smiled. "Delicious. And what's this?" She moved to my behind and lifted my tail. "A mare for our stallion? I wonder if you've suppressed lust for chastity's sake, or given into your lust for Chastity."

My friend started groaning and writing in the dirt as she continued. "Look at how he acted when he saw you. You're a beast now." She slapped my furred ass, "May as well have a little fun." With that she let loose a terrible cackling laugh and returned to the cabin. I sighed in relief and turned to her newest victim. He was curled in pain, freed from his paralysis but unable to run. His body shifted under his clothes, elongating, broadening. I watched as his fingers merged and shrank into tiny stubs. His fingernails grew into dainty hooftips. He stared in shock at his hand and turned to me with a pleading look in his eyes. Despite the way he treated me, I wished I could help him. I understood the terror of what he was going through. I was only a few days ahead of him.

His nose was bright red, clearly injured from the grip of the witch. His nostrils continued to flare and swell as if she was still tugging on his flesh. The bottom of his nose turned upwards in the distinct shape of a pig's snout. Next his entire head swelled and bulged as his ears grew into wide flaps and folded forward. His hair fell out and was replaced by coarse white bristles. There was a tearing sound as his tunic and trousers ripped open, leaving scraps fastened to his body by ornate string. He made an effort to stand, but only managed to raise his ass into the air, just as his tail started to extend from the base of his spine. It was eerily reminiscent of the pose I had taken when growing my own tail.

One of my visits with Jarin had been fairly intimate. I never suspected that the second human penis I had ever seen would be Simon's. But there it was. The dick itself was quickly obscured by his bulging balls. They swelled and swelled as his rear end reformed. By the time his feet were hooves and his tail had curled, his testicles were absolutely massive. From another angle I could see that his penis had been sucked up inside of him, with an opening down near where I expected his belly button.

The changes never took long. The next thing I knew, there was a pig standing in front of me, looking around in bewilderment. It was best to just leave him to get used to his new form. I turned and walked away as Jarin jogged up to the scene. He glanced at me before rushing over to the new man-turned-pig. He removed the last tatters of his clothing and wrapped a crude rope harness around him. I wondered just how much of Simon's mind was left, if any. It hardly mattered. The smartest pig alive couldn't get me out of this mess. I passed my calves and they followed me to a nearby tree, where I slumped down. I watched absently as Jarin guided the new porker over to the barn. I was starting to care less what he was doing. He just worked around the farm all day and hardly interacted with me. It wasn't my fiance in there, so what did it matter? It looked like this was to be my fate. I didn't eat that night. We slept under that tree. Clover made a fine pillow, and Patches laid beside me for warmth.

Chapter 5: Simon's Wish

The days turned into weeks and everything began to blur together. Each day was similar to the last, and looking back it became difficult to pinpoint which one was which. I was waiting for my food one afternoon when I realized I didn't know how many days it had been since I arrived. Was it ten, or eleven? There was the day that it rained, and the day where I bit my tongue. Then there was the one where Jarin had finished Simon's new enclosure, and the day the flock of crows passed through. . . or had those two been the same? Without any real structure or goals in my life, things became less distinct. Any remaining hope of returning to humanity was being worn away with time.

Jarin continued to work tirelessly, tending to the animals and improving the farm. I generally avoided him, but sometimes I sat nearby to watch him work. It was less disturbing to interact with him now that he had a reason for not understanding the words I was saying. He was starting to build himself a small cabin near the witch's, and it was interesting to watch him. He would have made a capable husband. The stalls were reliably cleaned each day. I used to go outside the barn to pee at night, but these days I just went in the stall next to mine. I also found that I could go standing up with my new rear-facing genitals. I just held my tail to one side, spread my legs a bit and let loose.

I was amazed at how quickly I got used to all my changes. I suppose one has no choice but to be familiar with their body. My breasts didn't seem bizarre at all anymore, and I even found myself looking forward to feeding my calves. Peeing standing up was a plus for the horse genitals, but accidentally sitting on my tail constantly was a definite minus. Not being able to speak made me feel less human, but there was no one around to talk to anyway. Losing my ability to see red and green weighed heavily on me; I found it difficult to recall what the colors looked like. However, I had gained an incredible sense of smell. Putting my nose near things felt like experiencing them for the first time. It had become a sort of hobby of mine, going around sniffing things. I found that I could tell where the animals had been just by picking up hints of other places when they approached me. I hadn't really noticed the mice before, but now I could smell the trails and holes they used to elude attention.

The one thing I was careful about smelling was Chastity. His scent had a very uncomfortable, powerful effect on me. I found myself more growing more aroused at the sight of the stallion grazing than watching Jarin bathe. It was a startling departure from what I was used to. There was something alluring about just how powerful he seemed, with his muscles visible even under a layer of luscious black fur. His nakedness seemed like an act of confidence to me, even though I knew it was standard for animals. He didn't mind my ogling. The first time I smelled him, I felt a jolt go straight through me to my nethers. I left immediately, but the next day I felt compelled to return. This time, I took a longer whiff. When I grew horny, my pussy wouldn't just grow moist. It got hot. It would start warm and the heat would grow and grow until it was almost uncomfortable. Flexing my muscles down there would draw it up, opening it and relieving the discomfort. But the moment I relaxed, it would shut with a soft but audible slap and the heat would build again.

I tried pleasuring myself with a finger as I had before, but it was no use now. It didn't satiate me in the slightest. I inserted two, then three fingers, shuddering at how easily they entered me. Finally, I settled on using four fingers on my passage with one massaging my swollen clit. The angle made things a bit difficult, but it felt heavenly. I could never quite satisfy the need to be filled, but with persistence and some very nasty fantasies, I orgasmed at least once a day. They were powerful, body-rocking experiences that left my legs shaking. In fact, they were much more intense than the few I'd had as a human.

Chastity's musk was enough to get me going, but I soon found myself wanting more. One afternoon I was horny but couldn't get off. I remembered the time I had accidentally aroused him during a grooming, the time that lead to my transformation. It was the closest I had ever been to his cock, and just the thought was strong enough to send me over the edge. That encounter fueled my fantasies, but I had to fill in the blanks. I wondered what his dick looked like fully erect. What was it like when he came?

I visited his stall night after night. Having him actually mount me was out of the question. I had no interest in carrying a foal to term, but there was no reason I couldn't explore a little. At first I just wanted to know his smell. His scrotum had a softer sort of musk than the rest of him, but the dick itself had a more potent twinge. Another night I carefully cupped his balls, feeling them surge within the sack. I got a good look at the details of his shaft, how its sheathe disappeared when he was fully erect, and the curious rib around the midpoint. My sexual adventures with Chastity went from being curiosities, to a diversion, to a need. Finally I decided there was no harm in going a bit further, and decided to see just how much cum a stud like him could produce. Inserting my fingers into my slit and wiping a bit on his nose was enough to get him rock hard. I gently massaged his shaft, occasionally running my elongated tongue up and down the length. The first time he came it surprised me. His sack tensed and a blast of stringy white cum jetted from his wide urethra, splashed across my face, and into my mouth. The salty sweet smell alone might have been enough to make me cum, and it took two baths to get it out of my fur.

Soon I settled into a routine. After eating just and before bed, I would pay a visit to Chastity. My position of choice was kneeling right in front of his dick, one hand working his shaft and the other plunged as deep inside myself as I could manage. This left my head free to lick and sniff the head of his penis, and it put me in a prime position to catch as much of his spunk in my mouth as possible. I had grown to enjoy the taste and texture.

One evening I was in the middle of my service when I heard Jarin's voice. "Having a bit of fun you two?" I jumped and he smiled. "Now I have never seen anything like that. Hopefully you two figure out the proper way to go about that soon, otherwise I'll have to help out." With that he turned and left, whistling.

I felt ashamed, but only for a moment. I was more worried about his cryptic warning. Helping out? Was he going to breed me? Did that mean he would tie me down and have Chastity mate me? The thought kept me going until we finished. In the heat of the moment, it actually seemed strangely appealing. When I was less horny, it still frightened me to think of being made pregnant by an animal. I wasn't sure I could even survive the ordeal.

From that day forward, I didn't really have a problem with engaging with the stallion openly. In fact, part of me took some perverse pleasure at performing in front of Jarin. I think I wanted him to feel jealous. Perhaps it was a human instinct. As days continued to pass, I started getting horny more and more frequently. It was even starting to crop up during activities completely unrelated to Chastity. I would be wandering the farm, feeding my calves, or just eating and suddenly the familiar warmth in my nethers would build. Before long I was constantly, frustratingly aroused. I was going into heat.

I tried to wait it out by engaging in new activities around the farm. I looked under rocks to see what bugs I could find, made a few attempts at drawing in the dirt, named all the chickens, and learned to tell them apart by sight and scent. I started visiting Simon in his pen as well. As far as I could tell he had lost all intelligence. I tried writing a message in the dirt, but he didn't respond. He seemed content to eat slop, roll in the mud, and dig around in the dirt for morsels. He went absolutely wild for these little ball-shaped mushrooms that grew along the ground. The supply in his pen was exhausted very quickly and he wasn't allowed to roam, so I started searching around the grounds for them. They had a very distinctive smell, but I had to be right on top of them to notice. It was an excellent way to pass the time. Initially I just fed the ones I got straight to him, but he became a bit over-excited when I passed through the gate and knocked me over once or twice.

Perhaps he didn't have human intelligence, but he wasn't stupid. I taught him to sit patiently and wait for his treat. Once I realized I could train the poor devil, I had found a new hobby. There were so many options. I taught him to roll over, play dead, and bow (I liked that one). I was teaching him to fetch next. I threw the stick for him and gave two short, high-pitched barks, which was to be my command for fetch. He sat. Dammit Simon, it was one low bark for sit. I went and got the stick, returned to my starting point and threw it again. Still nothing. Next time I decided to rub the mushroom on the stick, thinking it would put him in the right mindset.

The stick sailed through the air into a nook between his trough and the wall. I gave my two high-pitched barks and this time he sauntered over. That was a step in the right direction. But instead of picking the stick up and bringing it back, he gave a snorting whelp and dashed in the other direction. Simon you damn coward, now what? I approached the spot, and at first I saw nothing. Then I noticed a tiny little field mouse nearby that had found something to nibble on. I reached out and it dashed into a hole between two crooked boards. Little guy must have been torturing Simon. I snorted and turned to see the boar staring intently at me from the other side of the pen.

The muscles in my hand spasmed. I dropped the stick and treat as my fingers spread wide enough to hurt. I knew immediately what was happening, and this time I watched my changes progress with anxious fascination rather than sheer panic. My palms stretched away and narrowed as my thumbs were wrenched rapidly up my forearm. My nail beds narrowed dramatically and were pulled into the tips of my shortening digits. Why did Simon want me to have paws? The familiar pins and needles sensation swept from my finger tips to my shoulders and tens of thousands of hairs broke skin and grew. Yellow and white spots, though it could have been orange or brown and I wouldn't have known the difference. My nails emerged as claws. Cat claws. The bottoms of my fingers grew little pads as what used to be my palms were covered in fur. I sensed a few tweaks in my arms beneath the skin as the changes wound down. Finally, my newly formed paws were freed from their spasm. My fingers immediately curled inward, hiding my claws. I spread them out, and watched, fascinated, as the razor-sharp tips emerged again. Relaxing them again, they curled right up on their own.

Something bumped into the back of my shuddering knees, and I fell into the mud. Simon munched on the shroom I had dropped and grunted noisily. Just a moment ago he was bolting away from a mouse, and now here he was as if nothing had even happened. And I had lost my hands. Why feline paws? I looked around for a cat or something, but then it hit me. He wanted me to kill the mice. I was furious at him. I grabbed the stick, or at least I tried to, but without thumbs I only succeeded it batting it toward myself. Frustrated and upset, I let loose a series of barks and slapped him right on his nose. I felt my hand catch as my claws tore into his soft skin and immediately realized my mistake. He yelped and dashed away, stumbling over himself and kicking me in the ribs in the process. I collapsed backwards, sighed, and watched some clouds go by as I cooled off.

After a bath, things returned pretty much to normal. I wasn't about to start hunting mice just because Simon apparently wanted me to. I wasn't terribly upset over the loss of humanity, having already given up hope of being rescued, but I soon realized just how many things were complicated by having oversized paws instead of hands. Eating was much more difficult, and the fact that dinner was oats again didn't help one bit. My old strategy was to take a scoop with my hands and lick it up with my elongated tongue. Cupping my paws didn't hold very much, so I ended up just sticking my face into the pail and chowing down. Occasionally I used to grasp a teat and shoot a stream of milk into my maw to make the grains a bit more edible, but I was too wary of teeth or claws to try milking myself now.

I had to adapt in other ways as well. Washing myself was turning into a bit of a production. Getting wet wasn't the problem, nor was getting clean. It was drying myself off that was tricky. Although most of my changes had come with immediate fur growth, more hair seemed to be growing at a natural rate. By now my head, arms, midriff, crotch, and thighs were pretty much covered, and each type of fur dried in a distinct way. I could ignore the horsehair that covered my lower section so long as I made sure to "comb" the knots out of my tail. The hair on my head was not as stiff as the horsehair and it was longer. It started matting, and now I had to run my claws through it, both with and against the grain after drying. The same was true of the cat fur on my arms, which was long and luscious. I didn't have the tongue to groom it, but I found that the calves could be convinced, and their licking worked just fine.

But all those challenges paled in comparison to the inconvenience of being unable to sate my growing heat. Yes, though I had found several diversions, there was always the growing horniness that I couldn't shake. After seeing what my claws had done to poor Simon, I didn't dare use them on my most tender bits. I tried rubbing myself against the packed earth and smooth posts, but it wasn't satisfying. I had to pee frequently, and my pussy twitched all on its own now, opening and closing. I was wet constantly, leading to a buildup of thick, mucusy discharge that would occasionally drip from my hindquarters or get on my tail. My smell shifted and strengthened. I smelled like my pussy, probably strong enough for a human to pick up on.

It was a slow burn. An unceasing tide of arousal that I could not satisfy. I felt so empty. I wanted nothing more than to bend over and let that powerful stallion thrust inside of me. I pictured it often. The sheer animalistic lust, the sensation of flexing my nethers and finally feeling them clench around that beautiful black shaft. It was only my fear of being impregnated that kept me away from Chastity at this point, and even that was beginning to wane. I found him handsome and strong, but he was also kind and noble. If I ever were to have something put its babies in me, he would be an excellent candidate. Jarin was all work (not to mention a mind-slave of some sort), Simon was despicable (not to mention a pig, ew), and the roosters were out of the question. The stallion would make a good father, and he was a thoroughbred at that. Did I have a breed? What kind of children would we make? I imagined how I would look, round, carrying a tiny foal inside of me, Chastity standing guard against anything that could harm us. Besides, hadn't Jarin said he would "help us" if we didn't get on with it ourselves? I didn't want him involved at all.

It was the morning of the second day after getting my paws that I finally snapped. I made my way to the far side of the field where Chastity was grazing. My stomach was full of butterflies at the thought of what I was about to do, but I was more excited than anxious. He trotted over when he saw me approaching, and we met up on either side of the creek, far from the bridge. He stood calmly and regarded me from the far side. His dick was peeking out of its sheathe and flopping about as he settled. I would have smiled if I could have. Time for a little flirting. Slowly, I turned around and flagged my tail up and down. He huffed, clearly interested. Enough subtlety, I thought. He probably favors the direct approach even more than most men. I bent down and raised my tail up and to the side, giving him full view. For the first time, I felt proud of my sex. This was literally the stuff of his wishes. My lips spasmed involuntarily and I gasped. I loved the idea that the motion would lead to something more than just momentary relief from the heat. I twitched my pussy once again for good measure.

The was a mighty crashing sound and I turned to see Chastity wading through the water to get to me. It was about knee deep for him, and each step made a dramatic splash that caught the morning sun just right. I gasped and savored the sight of his muscles rippling under his fur, his nostrils flaring, and his determined gaze. After exiting, he shook the excess water off and paced a tight circle around me. He had been downwind before, but now his smell hit me and any second thoughts I might have had melted away. Without warning, he buried his massive snout under my tail and huffed. His hot breath on my pussy was wonderful, and judging by his arm-sized erection, he enjoyed it as much as me. I wanted to bend over just then, but I had a plan. I hurried over to a nearby fence, and he trotted after me, easily keeping pace. I leaned over and braced my paws against horizontal beam. I was so excited for what was about to come next that I was panting.

One final time, I wondered how it would feel to be impaled on that black dick of his. I wondered whether I'd feel the blunted head, how the ring in the middle would rub against my oversized clit, and whether he would get deep enough to slap those big balls against me. There was a moment of brutal anticipation, a few more breaths against my pussy. Finally he reared up and his forelegs landed heavy on the fence beside me. I felt the warmth of his dick before I felt it slap against my thigh. I scooted up a bit and raised my tail as high as it could go. The next thrust landed square against my asshole. It might have almost been large enough for me to take him that way, but he didn't force it. He withdrew, and then suddenly found his mark.

The moment he penetrated me, he thrust as deep as possible. It was just as heavenly as I had hoped. He felt so hot inside me, and I could feel every familiar inch of his shaft. He made a few clumsy pumps, and my massive breasts wobbled at the motion. I tried to massage his cock by flexing my passage around it, but I only clenched a few times before a massive orgasm overtook me. My tongue hung out the side of my maw as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. It wasn't an elegant coupling. It was just as imperfectly bestial and passionate as I'd hoped. His massive teeth nipped down on the back of my neck, and I yelped. I could feel the stamp of his hooves through the ground as he moved and thrust again and again. The tip of his penis swelled deep inside me, and I knew from experience that he was about to cum. Sure enough, with a final massive push and a whinney, a torrent of horse semen flowed into me. It was extremely warm, and there was far more than I expected. Stream after stream entered my passage, and the flared tip let none escape.

He rested his head against my neck and panted for a moment before dismounting with a jerk. His penis slid out of me with an audible slurp, and my well exercised pussy closed up behind him. It had been quick. The whole encounter had taken about a minute. I held my tail aside and flexed, opening up my passage and letting an ocean of cum slop onto the ground below me. We both stood around for a minute, dazed, then went our separate ways. It was such a rush. I think my heart was pounding for the rest of the day. We mated several times before my heat was over, at least once in plain view of Jarin, who watched dispassionately. I didn't care if I was impregnated by Chastity or not in the end. It was the only relief I could find during that time. One day I woke up and simply found that need gone. The heat had ended.

Chapter 6: Clover's Wish

Simon eventually forgave me, but I didn't catch his mice for a long time. The turning point came when I found some droppings in my food one evening. After that, I hunted them down with my nose and slew them with my claws. I was remarkably efficient. I didn't really feel bad for the little things. I think at one point I would have, but I had changed. My pig-training regime continued with a bit of difficulty, and other than that, things returned to relative normalcy.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. It grew cold, and my fur grew to match. I wasn't sure which animals wished it, or if it was some other aspect of the curse, but my entire body besides my feet and udders were now covered. I had stopped thinking of my breasts as human things. Patches and Clover grew larger and larger. I could hardly believe that they had gotten so big on my milk alone, but then again I could only imagine the countless gallons they drank from me. I had forgotten green. I think I could still remember red. There was some memory of discovering my womanhood that I would never lose. I wasn't bitter at my current predicament. My body had some difficulties, but it fit. It had a purpose. My fellow animals loved me.

I hardly ever saw the witch. She would come outside to gather supplies that Jarin had left for her, but that was it. Once she traveled into the woods and returned several days later. I had anxiety even thinking about leaving. Days would go by wherein I forgot that my mind was being constrained in some way. I struggled to remember what actions exactly I had taken oaths against. Jarin finished his little home, and was either in there or working around the farm. I began to feel a bit sorry for him. In a way he had lost more than me. I at least still had my free will. Occasionally he would be sent off with Chastity and a cart to get supplies. He always wore a large hood and scarf to cover his face. Anyone who might have still been looking for us wouldn't recognize him.

The first frost came and went. Clouds and rain swept through with more and more frequency. A few more poor travelers wandered into the valley, but I never had the chance to catch one before they knocked on the witch's cottage. Those who entered never left, and I started to feel lucky for my situation. My layer of fur did well to keep me warm most days, and at night Jarin shut us in the barn. The door had a way of swinging open in the wind, so he would fasten it from the outside. With the doors closed and a few new patches on the walls, we were comfortable even in the harsher snows. He was always quite punctual about opening it up in the morning, so I didn't feel trapped.

As winter started in earnest, I began to notice myself putting on weight. I was feeding two others, so I generally was given plenty to eat. That said, I had never noticed myself getting fat before. One morning I awoke to see Jarin staring into my pen. When I went to sit up, a sudden wave of nausea hit me and I vomited.

"I'd better take a look at you. Easy, girl." He came toward me, slowly, as if not to scare me away. I let him examine me. He laid me on my side gently and ran his large hands through the fur on my stomach. It was strange to have him touch me. It brought back flashes of the days where I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him. The moment was shattered when he unceremoniously reached down, moved my tail aside, and got a close look at my pussy.

"Hmm," he groaned, deep in thought. He produced a length of twine from his pocket and tied it to a loose nail. Carefully, he rubbed the contraption through the fur on my belly. He then lifted it up and let the nail hang freely, staring intently at its movement. "Looks like we'll have a new mare come this time next year." With a smile and a pat, he stood up and left. That hit pretty hard. I laid a paw on my belly and imagined the new life growing within. I was excited and terrified, but I was also filled with an intense love for the nascent life within me. I thought to tell Chastity, until I realized that was impossible.

My belly bulged for each new snow. My food trough was kept full, and it was a good thing too because I was constantly hungry. Jarin was a capable hunter as well, and once or twice I returned to find a full rabbit or similar in my pen. I was disgusted with the idea of eating raw meat, but one night I got a particularly odd craving, and the dead creature started looking really good. I sliced the hare open with a claw and stripped off the muscles. It was extremely satisfying, and my teeth made short work of the rest of it. Plus, I found it diverting to chew on the bones for the rest of the day.

But if there was one thing I had learned, it was that change was constant. That change came on an unassuming spring afternoon. By the time the leaves were budding from the skeletal trees, my breasts were resting on my engorged belly. Even beneath the fur I could tell stretch marks were showing. My skin was pulled taught by the new life within. I was beginning to feel kicks, and I was impressed, in a strange way, with how strong they were. She was going to be a powerful creature. Clover and Daisy had grown a great deal as well. They didn't strike me as calves anymore. Any casual observer would call them young cattle. The little pink spots on Patches' nose began to fade away, and it broke my heart. They still ate from me. The skin of my nipples had grown tough. Their eager tugs and scratchy tongues didn't scrape me anymore. It was just a pleasant release, and if I had felt motherly to them before, the pregnancy had multiplied the instinct a hundred fold.

It was night, and we had already been sealed into the barn. I peered over Clover as he nursed. Seeing a bit of filth on his hay of his face, I licked it away with a caring stroke of my tongue. Everything was calm. Suddenly then there was terrible, deafening bang. It was an explosion of lightning that ripped into the barn and nearly blinded me. There was a moment of panic and chaos. I caught a panicked hoof to the hip and yelped in pain. Chastity was going crazy in somewhere far off, whinnying and stomping. Everything was illuminated by an orange glow. Fire. It was up in the rafter. A chunk of burning wood fell and landed in a pile of hay across the barn. I scrambled over as quickly as my bulging stomach and still heavy breasts would allow, but when I got there the blaze was already unmanageable. It was spreading across the roof. It was in the loft. It was right in front of me.

I ran to the door and threw my weight against it but it had been fastened shut from the outside. I slammed into it again, wincing in pain as my pendulous breasts shook.The heat behind me was growing unbearable. I pawed at the wood with my pathetic claws, and I only succeeded in chipping them and getting splinters in my pads. I ran back to Chastity's pen and unlatched the door with my teeth and paws. A creaking groan rang out followed by the sound of wood splintering as a large support beam fell from the roof. Clover yelped in agony. I knew it was him Others would have heard just an animal bellow, but I knew it was my Clover. I wheeled around as fast as I could and dashed to his pen. Patches ran past me, bleating in sheer terror. Inside the stall, I saw Clover pinned under a large beam of wood. At the end of the beam, the wood cracked into a quilt of hot coals, bending and charring the hay under their heat. The sheer heat hit me immediately. I tried my best to lift the thing, but there was no way I could get a grip on it. There was a natty bit of ancient rope tied around the end, and I grabbed it in my mouth. My maw was practically made for gripping, so I tugged and tugged, first pulling the rope toward myself, then turning away and pushing with it in my mouth. It ripped the sides of my lip, but I didn't care. My feet slipped in the dust, and I dug what was left of my claws into the siding. Was this how I was going to die? Everything I worked for along with me? All the things I loved and cared about were right here, trapped in this doomed structure. What a way to have it end. Tears and smoke blinded me as I pulled hopelessly against the impossible weight.

Then I had to stop. A crawling sensation shot across my entire body as my fur stood on end. My feet cracked as they lengthened, and my toes shrank and grew in ways that I could only guess at in the moment. My toes grew numb, but I found a grip against the packed earth somehow. My back popped with a terrible crack, and my shoulders shifted, sending me face first onto the ground. These were the biggest changes yet. I could only begin to track them as they happened. My neck shifted, sending me looking upward. My breasts felt as though they were being dragged down my body toward my crotch, where my legs now splayed out, bent at the hip as though I were sitting. But that dragging squeezing swelling sensation wasn't confined to those parts. It was everywhere. I reached a paw out and saw it growing, growing. With each forced breath my digits swelled and stayed stout, gaining size and mass. My whole body was becoming massive.

The bout of transformation stopped as suddenly as it always did, but I didn't have time to take stock. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't push myself upright. My legs were only steady if they were bent at the hip. My paws remained planted on the ground, but it wasn't a stretch at all. I opened my eyes and was surprised to be looking straight ahead. With a start, I realized that despite being on all fours, I was standing. And I was huge. I was high up, and I barely fit in the stall anymore. I must have been as large as Chastity.

The crackling of fire brought my mind back to the present. The coals were igniting the straw near Clover. I opened my mouth and wrapped my teeth around the log itself.Fueled by adrenaline and empowered by my new brawn, I heaved back. The log shifted, then slid down, and Clover jumped up, limping away from the fire. But there was no escape as long as the front door was barred. I wheeled around and made my way past the animals. A echoing clop informed me that my rear feet now ended in hooves. The animals were gathered around the door. I turned and kicked with one leg, grazing it. Even with the miss, I felt the power behind my leg. I adjusted and kicked again, this time landing a solid blow. Pieces of wood splintered away from the door. The sight in front of me was a hell. my home, burning, A few of my loved ones, no, my family cowering from the flames. I put all my weight on my forepaws and kicked with both feet. The doors practically exploded open.

Together, we exited into the partially melted snow. We stood a safe distance away as our home collapsed in upon itself in a fireball. I was changed again, but we were safe.

Chapter 7: Beauty's Wish

Spring came, Summer came. A hummingbird ducked its head into a forget-me-not before darting away. I often wandered the perimeter of the farm. Today my freshly emptied udder jostled with each step of my hind legs. I didn't mourn the loss of my human feet or upright posture. My new hooves never felt too cold on the ground, and sharp stones rarely bothered me. Jarin was hard at work dragging a cart full of freshly cut trees from the forest. He stopped to treat Patches and Clover to some flowers he had gathered then returned to the long task of rebuilding the barn. My calves returned to grazing. I was proud. They were fully weaned now, and while they still tended to follow me around a bit, they never drank from me anymore. These days it was Jarin who gently relieved the pressure in my udder twice a day. It hadn't grown much with my latest change, and it was a lot more proportional to my new body's size. I could see it by peeking my head down between my legs. it still had the same two teats, but it didn't read as massive human breasts in its new position. It was more singular. I was amazed the first time he emptied it into a four gallon jug. That same night he got just as much out of me. Eight gallons a day.

I waded through the stream. It gushed against my elongated feet, and I leaned over to lap up my fill of lifegiving water. My tongue brought a good mouthful each time I darted it out. I did miss how simple it had been to drink as a human, but it was just a minor inconvenience. My head was as large as a horse's now, and my back legs had grown and completed their transition into those of a horse. My forelegs and claws were similarly enlarged, and they had a great range of motion. I must have looked absolutely fearsome. I had a much harder time catching mice, but I did manage to pounce on a duck once. It was delicious. A kick in my stomach startled me momentarily. I had stopped showing after my growth, but it was just due to my increased size. Now the bump of pregnancy was back, and larger than ever. It had become a great weight, and I was doubly thankful for surviving the fire. Had it not happened my stomach may have torn from the strain, or at least rendered me immobile.

I craned my neck to sniff a track, and there was an incredible shifting inside my womb. That wasn't a kick. When it settled, my belly was noticeably more distended than it had been. Something was different. I made my way across the field on unsteady legs. As I approached Jarin he turned and regarded me. When things were uncertain, he was reliable. He was here to help. He scratched me behind the ears and ran his hand along my flank. "Here we go."

The man I was going to marry, or at least what he became, led me to a small fenced enclosure that served as Chastity's stand-in sleeping quarters. The gate was closed behind me and he ran off while I wondered what was about to happen. Was this it? I was about to become a mother! I worried for my life and for the life of my baby. It was supposed to hurt, or maybe it wouldn't. No one had ever asked a mare. Either way, I knew I could take it. There must be some specific way to properly have birth, and I didn't know it. Should I sit? Stand? Jarin returned with a new cart full of straw and began pitching it into the enclosure until the space was absolutely filled. He made sure I had ample food and water, and then went back to work on the barn, but checked in every few minutes. My entire midsection cramped this way and that. I paced and rolled anxiously. Thoughts poured through my head, from pride to worry to logistics, until I was tired of thinking.

The sun set, the stars came out, and I was still awake. Jarin napped under a lantern. It swayed in the wind, casting dramatic shadows over the scene. My smell had changed again. Blood and mucus. I was gazing at a small spit bubble that had formed on his lip when the first contraction hit. The violent clenching was beyond my control. When it ended my heart picked up pace, and I gave a loud bark to wake Jarin up. He jumped out of his skin and immediately scrambled to his feet. This satisfied me. I would make a point to scare him again later, but now I needed his help.

I slumped onto the ground and another contraction hit, then another. He crouched behind me and lifted my tail out of the way. On the third push, I felt something inside of me snap and what seemed like gallons of watery liquid rushed out of my pussy. The sound was like tipping a huge bucket over. My tongue lolled out of my mouth as I panted. Each contraction felt like my insides were twisting themselves into knots. One more and something shifted, another and I felt a presence in my vagina. Another, and something brushed against my outer lips. Jarin jumped into action and grabbed the foal, almost slipping in the fluid. He pulled steadily as my muscles tried their best to expel what felt like every organ in my body. My pussy burned intensely as it stretched wider than seemed possible. Then, suddenly, there was a slurp, and it was gone. When I craned my neck and saw the pathetic little creature laying there I immediately fell in love.

I passed the placenta as I watched the little one writhe and catch its breath. An errant kick broke the umbilical cord, which was alarming but didn't seem to be an issue. All three of us were exhausted, but I was exhilarated none the less. It struck me that I hadn't even thought to name my new child. She was all black, just like her father. Even drenched as she was, draped with strands of pale birth material from my womb, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Beauty would do.

Once the contractions ended and I was rested, I stood. It was difficult to believe that it was over. I felt much lighter. Beauty struggled to follow suit. She pushed up on her wobbly forelegs first, then fell, then her hind legs first, then fell. Finally, she stood, legs all splayed out at wide angles like a poorly made chair. I licked her clean with a few swipes of my massive tongue, and she moved around behind me. I did not know horses very well, but I did know that my udder was very unusual for a mare. Before I could give it any more thought, There was that familiar tingle. It was focused just between my legs behind my udder. I didn't need to guess what new addition was being made to my body. A few seconds later, my mare's udder was complete, and Beauty was taking her first drink.

"We're going to have to think of a name for you," Jarin piped up, as he dragged handkerchief across his head. "How about Kolfinna? After the black mare of the northern knight of legend."

No you idiot, I thought frantically, I already named her! She's Beauty. Naming her after some famous horse. Pathetic. A virtuous name matches her father's better. With that, Jarin gave me a pat on the side and headed out for the night. Me and my daughter huddled up for warmth and got some much deserved sleep.

Those first few weeks of Beauty's life were magical. I led her to water and watched her drink. I introduced her to her father and all the other residents and made sure that everything went smoothly. My presence always put everyone at ease. I taught her to run, and I was there when she learned about everything from dead leaves to bee stings. I provided for her, and if I had to I was willing and more than able to protect her. I felt more at home on the farm than I did at my house when I was a human. The details of that life seemed to fade away. Perhaps it was just the standard passage of memories, but I found myself struggling to remember early tutors, long lost friends, what I had done during which holidays in my youth. Those gaps were replaced with the scent of foxes, the best place to cross the stream, and the personalities of the animals.

I had real responsibilities and purpose in my life. I was beloved and useful. As a human I was stressed, but here I was at peace. I was selfish as a little girl, but now I only gave. I didn't mind the changes anymore. I was on an adventure of flesh and body, and I would see my home prosper through it. I was sure.

But change always follows me.

Chapter 8: Thea's Wish

It was not unusual for poor lost souls to wander onto the farm. I avoided them. There was no point to approaching anymore. The last thing I needed was to provoke a flight or fight response from a human. Most of the time they made their way to the witch's cottage. Despite my hopes, I never saw any again. She ate them up, was my guess. I very rarely saw her, but her presence near the cottage was palpable and I kept my distance.

Beauty was trying her first taste of cattails, but I was preoccupied with a new scent on the wind. It was heavy perfume and cured leather, the inside of a pellar's hut, the sweat from a long walk. I looked to the trail, and yes, it was new visitors. A pair. My eyesight was poor at range, so I decided to sneak up for a closer look. A staccato pat on the ground told Beauty to stay put (she was very smart), and I crept low along the outside of the perimeter wall to obscure myself. The couple were standing just inside the gate, and I managed to get close enough to eavesdrop without being detected.

"This one will be difficult, so keep your wits about you." muttered the larger one under her breath. A mature woman's voice. A peek revealed her strange outfit. Most of her body was obscured by a long cape with a plain but dramatic, contrasting trim. A tall, dark, wide-brimmed hat obscured her face, and it had what, a belt around it?

"This is too risky for my liking, master Ayleth," stuttered the boy, "Mayhaps there's another hungry ghost what needs vanquishing back in town?" He had a cape with the same style trim, though in a lighter shade. His dark hair hung like a mop, and he looked about ready to collapse under the weight of their luggage.

The woman sighed. "Risk is the business, Pip. If you don't like it, you might as well turn around and leave right now." The boy made it two steps to the gate before she grabbed his pack, "Maybe not right now. Wait until we're finished here."

"But how is this not suicide?" he whimpered. He continued, whispering. "We know what this type is capable of. Touch of paralysis? Word of bonding? The evil eye? What chance do we got?"

"It's a powerful creature, true. But that power comes at a cost. We know three banes, and that is all we need. Honest words, fair dealings, spoken name." She patted him on the back, "keep those tears coming. Maybe it will throw her off."

Their feet crunched up the rough cobblestone walkway to the door, and I craned my neck to watch. Ayleth reached out and knocked powerfully but respectfully. Jarin's knock sounded similar. There was a pause. I held my breath. The sound of a latch being undone, then hinges creaking, and there she was. The witch. Stooped over her cane, wrinkled and smiling. Very innocent looking. She played the part well. "Can I help you?" she croaked.

"I hope so," she implored humbly, "I'm sorry to bother you, but my servant and I, we got lost in the woods, you see."

The witch nodded slowly, "Nasty tricky woods they are."

"Indeed. Now if it's too much to ask ,we will leave, but I was wondering if you would do us a small favor?"

She smiled, "Anything in my power, sweet."

Ayleth seemed relieved. "Thank goodness. It is a small thing. Please. Just, speak your given name."

"Yagna Nvena!" Screeched the witch, standing upright in a flash. Her bony hands shot out and grasped the visitors' wrists. "Sleep!"

Something hidden under their capes by their breasts began to glow. Medallions? The scent of burning cloth pierced my nostrils as the trinkets melted into slag. The new woman moved faster than I could track. At once she had sliced the hag's hand and drawn a small sack. The witch reeled in pain, and with an expert motion Ayleth flicked her wrist and flung a perfect loop of white powder from the bag. It seemed to hang in the air around the monster, and when she grasped at them again there was a snapping sound, and the smell of ozone filled the air. Pip was brushing his clothes with both hands trying to put out a small fire.

"Pip! The quill!"

"Agh, right!" Pip squealed, grabbing a feather from his belt. The witch began to chant in some unknown language, and the circle wobbled violently. The boy slipped and juggled the quill for a moment before his master snatched it from the air and spoke clearly.

"Yagna Nvena, be undone!" gripping the pen like a dagger, she stabbed the crone again and again. "Anevn Angay!" She shouted again and again. "Anevn Angay! Anevn Angay!"

The witch howled and black ooze dripped from her nose and eyes. She gurgled as it poured from her mouth, and in front of my very eyes, the witch that had controlled every aspect of my life for the past year melted into a steaming black puddle.

The duo caught their breath, and Pip shouted. "Woo! Wow, amazing! I can't believe we did it! Take that, you dirty crone!"

Ayleth gave a hint of a smile. "Yes. We certainly did."

"What was all that bit with saying her name backwards? Is that some ancient technique for that kinda one?"

"Aah, no. I've heard that does something in some cases, and I figured it was worth a shot. Probably pointless." They glanced around and I ducked down again. "Who goes there? State your business!"

Had I been seen? I considered showing myself, but I wasn't sure it was safe. Would they cut me down? My internal debate was interrupted by their voices.

"This is the man we saw in town! Is he in thrall?" Asked Pip. "He seems a bit. . . vacant."

"Must be. In thrall to a dead master. It's a lethal condition, actually. He'll just stand here until he dies of thirst. Let's leave him be for now and search the house and the grounds."

They were moving away. I took the opportunity to slink along the wall back to the pond. My brain was racing to try to try to understand my situation. I was pleased that the witch was gone, but now everything was going to change. If the witch was gone, could I leave? If Jarin is cured, will he stay? If he leaves, who will take over his work? Then it hit me. If they can cure him, perhaps they could cure me. I didn't even know if I wanted to be human again. I started to resent the witch hunters. How dare they come throw my life into turmoil.

I thought about running into the forest to hide, but I wasn't sure I could find my way back. Beauty was waiting patiently for me by the reeds with Chastity. She needed her mother. There was no abandoning her now. I could hear the duo tearing up the cottage from a distance. My daughter was new, but she could move. She and her father followed close behind as I gathered Clover, Patches, and Simon together. I led my small herd past the stunned, mindless Jarin to the farm's main entryway and faced the front door of the cottage. We would face whatever fate awaited us together.

A tense moment later, Pip came through the door staring at a piece of paper. "Jarin Buron. Missing a year and ninety days ago from the city," he called behind him. "Looks like our man it does. Hefty reward too." he looked up, caught sight of our band, and his eyes went wide as saucers. "Uhh. . . Master Ayleth? Come here. Now. Please?!"

Ayleth stood beside him. "Well. Now that is something. What do you think it is?" The two stared me up and down as I paced nervously.

"Me? I'm the apprentice here."

She rolled her eyes, "Consider this a test, then."

"Alright. Let's see. Head of hound, backside of mare, front of. . . tiger? She's got an udder too, maybe cow or goat." He shook his head, "I ain't seen anything like that in any of the manuals. She's a friend to the animals."

"Or they're in her power." Beauty thought this might be an excellent time to get a drink and craned her neck to my rear udder.

"Seems like a friend to me." He scratched the top of his head and screwed up his face. "A spirit maybe?"

"That's a good guess. It would explain the seemingly thematic expression of physical form. A guardian or a mother spirit of some kind."

We all stood and stared at each other for a moment. Beauty had finished eating and started walking toward them, but I circled in front and pushed her back.

"So do we attack? Ignore her? What do we do?" asked Pip.

"Protocol. Always follow protocol, little one." She cleared her throat and spoke loud and clear to me, "Greetings, creature. I am Ayleth of Renar. This is Pip of Orangewood." The pair bowed deeply. I crouched my front legs and dipped my head in response. "Can you understand me, creature?" I nodded.

The two broke into frantic hushed whispers. It seems I had lost my privilege to freely listen in to their conversation. It frightened me, but I understood that this was common among humans. I was just unused to it.

"Are you hostile?" I shook my head. "Are you glad we killed the witch?" I nodded. They looked a bit relieved, but their hands still rested on their weapons.

They whispered again. "Are you a spirit?" asked Pip. I considered nodding, but I didn't fully understand how it would affect their response, so I opted to tell the truth. "Well then, what are you?" Great. An open-ended question. Thinking quickly, I bounded over to Jarin and put a paw on his shoulder. Pip gasped, "You're him!?" I shook my head. Stupid Pip.

Ayleth spoke up. "You're a human." I nodded yes frantically. "The witch cursed you?" Yes!

"And now you give milk like a cow? Disgusting!" the boy stuck out his tongue, "A fate worse than death if ever I've heard one." That angered me. I gave a low growl and a bark loud enough to shake him through the chest. He jumped behind his companion in fear. Much better.

"It is our order's purpose to seek out and destroy evil magics through the kingdom. In the king's name and by his decree, no one shall fear a witch or a monster in his land." One minute into a conversation with a human and they're already talking politics. "If you allow us to examine you, I can give you options."

They seemed friendly. I relaxed a bit, moved away from Jarin and stood patiently. The pair removed their capes and weapons. Ayleth hung her hat on the doorknob, revealing a head of cropped, ginger hair. She approached me very slowly from the front, as if I were a wild animal. She stopped a couple feet in front of me and held out her hand. I didn't know what to do with it, so I leaned in and touched it with my nose. Her smell was novel. There were many notes that I couldn't place, but I recognized the scent of books, sweat, bread. Once I made contact, she stroked my head slowly, then scratched under my chin. In a show of good faith, I dragged my massive tongue across her face, leaving it glistening with saliva.

She wiped her face. "Thank you. . . for that. Okay. Before we begin, are there any other creatures here that started out as human?" I nodded to the rapidly dispersing pack of animals. "All?" I shook my head no "The Stallion?" No "The Foal?" No "The Pig?" I nodded. She shouted back, "Grab the tools and the pig, Pip!" She turned back to me, "How long have you been here? A week? A month? Longer? A season? A year? Okay." She gently guided my head down and examined it closely. "This dot between your eyes, did the witch put this here? I thought so. Did she bleed you regularly? Lucky. Did she have you slay things with these claws of yours? People? No? Good." She moved around me as I continued to answer her questions. "Did she ride you ever? Did she keep you around while she was casting other spells? Whew, that's a relief."

Pip grunted and dropped satchel next to us. He kept an arm's length away, as if it would make a difference had I decided to attack him. "Here's the trinkets. I'll have that pig in a jiffy."

"Excellent. Bring out all the missing persons reports for people who disappeared a year ago. Maybe we'll get lucky." He nodded and ran off after Simon.

Ayleth continued her battery of questions as she worked. She produced a little fish -shaped pendant that seemed to point in my direction whenever it was hung. I was told to lick a piece of parchment which she held up to the light and examined. She sprinkled herbs on my head and had me walk over a line of salt. A few plucked hairs were burnt or boiled or sprinkled on a white plate with a spiral in the center. Her ceaseless interrogation provided her with a pretty solid picture of the night I had been captured and the ritual that had been performed on me. Many of her questions made me thankful I had been spared a darker fate. "Were you trapped in a mirror? Did you experience what seemed to be an eternity of torment in an instant? Were you forced to eat your original body?"

As she finished up, Pip approached gripping a stack of leaflets and luring Simon with an apple. "Are any of these you?" She asked, laying them out in a row. Most were just hastily written descriptions, and most had fallen apart, but one had a lavish color portrait on it. It was me. "A thousand silver pieces to the man who returns Thea d'Andeli, pictured." it read, followed by a brief description. Seeing it was uncanny, like attending your own funeral. I put a paw on it, feeling rather uncomfortable about the revelation.

"Thea," Ayleth sighed, "such a beautiful name. The crone made a mistake taking you and Jarin here. Too high profile. That and a couple simple hauntings brought us out here and spelled her doom."

She repeated her little ritual with Simon and Jarin. We talked as best as we could. She asked more questions, but these were about what I did to pass the time, how I felt, and what it was like to live in a different body. But she also told me about herself, the order she came from, how she came to be partnered with Pip. I didn't realize how much I missed chatting in the past year. Shadows were growing long by the time she finished her examination. "Okay, Thea. I think I have some answers."

"I shall start with the boar. I'm afraid I have some bad news on that front. Whomever the pig used to be is lost. There are no active spells or enchantments in effect. He didn't respond to questioning, and if I hadn't known that he had once been a person, I would never have guessed it. No one, not the finest sorcerer in the world, would be able to turn him back. He has simply been. . . overwritten so to speak. I imagine some of the memories are intact, and perhaps portions of the personality, but that's all. The intelligence and soul is gone." A sense of dread filled me. It was as if Simon had died in that moment. I began to doubt whether she could help me after all. "Did you know him?" I nodded slowly. "I'm sorry."

"On the bright side Jarin Buron is another matter altogether. As I suspected earlier, he is in thrall. It's a sort of complete mental domination that hijacks the body. Dramatic as the effect is, it is entirely possible to strip away. His catatonic state is a result of his master being destroyed while in thrall. Once I remove the charm, he should be back to normal. Oh, and the dot on his forehead should fade and leave a simple scar." I couldn't believe it! Jarin would be back to normal. As unfathomable as it was, I was used to our bizarre human and animal relationship. I had no idea what things would be like between us when he was woken up.

"And that brings us to you, Thea." She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through her lips. "Your case is. . . more complicated. You've made some oaths of bonding that are likely affecting your behavior in subtle but profound ways. It's likely that you don't even notice them most of the time, but were they not there you would behave differently." She was right. I had only noticed it a few times, and the idea that I was somehow not myself was deeply disturbing. "Those bonds will be simple to remove now that the witch is dead. They are probably restricting you somehow. With your permission, I should like to dispel them." I nodded eagerly.

"Now as for your body," she continued, "this is where things get difficult. There is an enchantment on you. Enchantments, technically speaking, are like spells that lay dormant until a specific condition is met. I can't tell you its rules in detail, but it has some sort of wish-fulfillment element that changes you. The good news is that I think I can remove it. The bad news is that once I do, you will be locked into whatever form you have at that time." She continued to talk, but I wasn't listening. Not long ago I was at peace in this body, but now it felt like a prison. I was so close to getting my old life back only to have it snatched away at the last moment. Ayleth stopped talking, and I realized I was making a high-pitched whining sound.

"I'm sorry, Thea. That's just the way it is. Your body would need to be reconstructed from scratch. Perhaps the king's personal sorcerer could do it, but it would take him a month or two of constant work." She stared me in the eyes. "It's effectively impossible." I was devastated. If I had the choice to go back, I didn't know what I would choose, but I wanted that choice.

The hunter stroked my neck. "You will learn to make doue. You've survived this long, after all." After a brief moment of silence she continued, "I'd like to start by unweaving your oaths. Then we'll move on to Jarin. Hopefully by then you'll have made your choice about the enchantment. You surely understand it better than I." With a nod, she began. It was a sort of chant that she spoke under her breath. At the very end she made a series of quick but precise gestures and touched my head.

Immediately I was overwhelmed by a flood of embarrassment. Was I really standing here with nothing but my tail to cover up my genitals? My asshole and pussy were enormous, there was no doubt they had seen it. I even noticed Pip staring at my rear earlier and didn't give it a second thought. And my udder too! The way it jiggled every step. Humiliating. Well, they had already seen everything, so I figured I'd make it a point to cover myself before the next people I saw. That was the only immediate change I felt, although I knew intellectually that I was now free to leave the farm without being compelled to return. I was free.

"There. Better?" I ran in a small circle and nodded. "Good. Looks like the mark on your forehead has scarred over. You've got a small bald patch where it was. Now for Jarin." I held my breath as she repeated the unweaving on my fiance. Pip got water ready in case he was thirsty. She finished her gestures, touched him, and he drew a giant breath and blinked rapidly. He tensed up and rapidly looked at Ayleth, then Pip, then me.

"What's happening?" Jarin asked, his voice shuddering, "Who are you people?" He turned to me, "What in the hell is that thing?!" His fear seemed justified. I could tell he was himself again. Long lost feelings for him flooded back and mingled with apprehension and joy. I took a step toward him and he tripped backwards and fell on his butt. He seemed so small down there.

Ayleth put a hand on my breast to stop me and spoke, "It's okay. We are not here to hurt you. You're safe now. What is the last thing you remember?"

He glanced down, breathing heavily. "A witch. She captured me, tied me up. Tied US up." He looked around frantically. "That's where she lives! We have to go."

"Not anymore," piped up Pip, "We slayed her we did. A right furious battle, but she's gone."

Jarin paused, then shouted, "Thea!" My heart jumped. "Where is she?"

"You know Thea?"

"Know her? I'm promised to her, and her to me. She's my fiance." The two showed their surprise. "We fled our warring families in the name of love. The witch took her too. Have you seen her? She's beautiful. She wore her blonde hair in a braid, and she had big, beautiful, green eyes." The duo looked at each other, then at me, then at him. "What? Where is she? What happened?"

She helped him stand, "I had some bad news," She said, familiarly. "Thea was captured with you. A year has passed since that day." He looked shocked, "You don't remember the last four seasons, but she does. She was by your side the whole time. However she suffered a different curse than you. It warped her body, but spared her mind. And well. . ." The duo looked at me, then Jarin. The three pairs of eyes felt like they were boring holes through me. I wished I were invisible. I wished I were human. "This is her."

My fiance's mouth opened in disbelief. I bowed my head slowly then made eye contact. He shook his head and took a step backwards. "No. You lie! That beast -- that creature is not my Thea." I nodded and took a step toward him. He took three back. "Th-Thea?" I nodded again. "Can you speak?" I shook my head and barked as quietly as possible. He jumped, then circled around me, keeping a distance. "No, no, no. What hell is this? This can't be her. She was beautiful!" He grabbed Ayleth by the shoulders. "We have to change her back! There must be some way!"

"There is no way. This is what she is now. She will never be human again."

"No." He shook his head again then looked at me.

"She lives, trapped in that form. Her mind is alive. The person you fell in love with is in tact!"

Jarin looked me over, frowning. "In tact. No. I fell in love with a woman. Not some she-monster with dangling udders and a bitch's head." He bit his lip and shook his head. "I am going home. The world will know that Thea d'Andeli died at the hands of a witch. And that is the truth." I was destroyed. The connection I felt with Jarin, the risks we had taken together, the life we had made with each other. Did it not mean anything? Was I just a prize to him? A beautiful jewel that he stole away from its intended owner? I started hyperventilating. My life wasn't being saved. It was falling apart.

He turned to the duo. "Thank you for rescuing me. Visit the Buron family in the city, and I will see that you are handsomely rewarded."

"By the king's will, you are saved." Ayleth bowed her head. "Pip. Accompany him to the city. I will meet you at the keep." The pair turned and walked away. I started after them, but she stopped me with a touch. "Thea, you cannot follow them." I looked at her. If I could cry, I would have had tears in my eyes. "It is my way of life to interact with creatures and beasts. I spoke to you, but most will not give you that chance. The guards of the city will kill you before you make it to the gate. Even if you do somehow make it to your family and prove your identity, they themselves may end you. I've seen it happen before. In the best case, you would be a burden to them, a secret to hide, a mouth to feed." I didn't want to admit it, but I knew she was right. My father was too concerned with appearances and status to risk housing a monster. I would have no value to him.

We watched Jarin and Pip disappear through the trees as the sun touched the treetops. When they were gone, she retrieved a knapsack from the cottage and placed it with the rest of her bags. "Duty dictates that I burn this cottage down before I leave. Any objections?" The place had bad memories. I wanted it off the face of the valley. My valley. She dumped a small cask of black oil, lit it up, and together we watched the last sign of her rule engulfed in an inferno.

When the flames died down, darkness fell, and the only light was that from the glowing embers, she spoke. "Have you made your decision about the enchantment?" I had thought about it. Yes, I nodded. "Do you wish it removed?"

I shook my head.

She sighed. "I understand. You've found purpose here, and this is all you have. I didn't ask about it before, but am I correct that the foal is yours?" I nodded. "She's beautiful." After a brief pause, she stood and faced me. "My duty also dictates that I dispel all magics cast by the creature vanquished. But I pity you, Thea." She reached into her pocket and produced a small black pebble. "This is not a gift that I give lightly. This black pearl, when eaten, will strip the enchantment from you." She put it into a small leather pouch with a drawstring and placed it on the path near her bags. "If I meet you again before you consume this, we will be in conflict. Please don't let that happen." With that, she wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug, picked up her bags, and left.

That stage of my life was awkward and difficult. I went from having almost nothing to do all day, to picking up all of Jarin's work and being wholly unequipped for it. There were some small stores of food and grain, but I had no idea how I would harvest the food, clean the stalls, or build a shelter with paws and without knowhow. Without Jarin to milk my udder, it swelled painfully, and I had to clumsily reach my paws down. I ended up cutting myself once, throwing out my back, and I could never get the full relief I was looking for.

The situation began to deteriorate. I spilled an entire bag of seed in the chicken coop, and I was too large to harvest the eggs the hens laid. The pig seemed less like a familiar friend and more of a gravestone for Simon at that point. His pen was quickly accumulating filth. Thankfully my cattle were just about self-sufficient, but Chastity, Beauty, and I needed a lot of food, and we were burning through the reserves quickly.

The visit had at first seemed like blessing, but it was beginning to feel more and more like a disaster. My bitterness toward humanity only grew with my estrangement. Jarin had abandoned me, I was free to roam back to a family which might kill me on sight, and the kindest humans I had met in the past year had thrown my life into turmoil regardless. My mind had been freed, but every boundary that had been lifted just revealed another.

I didn't eat the pearl. In my mind, the enchantment was the only thing that might save me in the end. I had the same needs as many of the animals. If times got bad for them, perhaps I would change into a form more suitable to help myself.

That theory proved to be correct. The change came during a particularly pathetic attempt to muck out the pig's pen. The technique I had settled on was to awkwardly grip the shovel with my mouth, use one of my paws as a fulcrum, and lever the filth up to be carried away. My mouth had been thoroughly overworked and was bleeding from the strain. About half the time the tool would rotate or shake and the load would fall before it reached its destination. Finally, Simon had enough of watching me struggle. My entire body cramped and warped. I just shut my eyes tight and waited for the moment to pass. I could tell that the changes were significant even without looking. My paws stretched, my neck cracked, my hips creaked, and trunk shifted.

When the changes stopped, I raised my hands in front of my face. Yes, hands. Gone were the terrifying paws, and in their place were eight fingers and two thumbs. They had fingernails instead of claws. The fronts had some remnants of the raised paw pads that had been there before, and the long mud-caked fur was still everywhere except the palms. I wiggled my fingers individually, then tried to stand on all fours. My arms were much too short. Instead, I rose to my two hooves and balanced triumphantly. I was bipedal again. My udder had split into its previous breast-like configuration and moved to its original position on my chest, but my mare's udder stayed situated between my legs. The first thing I did was grip my teats and finally milk myself dry. The relief was almost orgasmic. I had felt my first post-pregnancy heat coming on in the past few days, and I couldn't help but fantasize about all the fun my new hands would be. I was smaller as well. I estimated that I was now about a head taller than Jarin was.

I grew to love this form. I knew the power of hands. My productivity skyrocketed. I cleaned out the henhouse, mucked all the stalls, and organized the stores on the very first day. I could pet Beauty as she fed, and I could clean my fur in the creek again. I could milk myself and use the bed in the shack Jarin had built. It smelled like him at first, but I kept the door open and brought in some herbs. I couldn't go back to society like this, but I could get things done. Becoming more human didn't seem likely. I couldn't imagine any of the animals wishing that I had a human face, feet, or genitals. I didn't know if I really wanted to go back to the humans at this point, even if it had been an option. Not long after the change, I retrieved the black pearl from its pouch and swallowed it.

The next few weeks were filled with exhausting work, but my luck took a turn. I was picking through the charred remnants of the cottage for items that might be useful. I had found a couple bowls, some silverware, and a knife. Already a pretty worthwhile endeavour. I was pacing about the ruin when a flagstone shifted under my hoof and tripped me. I leaned in close to the loose stone and used the knife to wedge it up. Beneath it, was a narrow, dark passage, too small for me to fit into. I grabbed a pick and shovel and started to excavate. It stretched down about ten feet, and its walls were pitted with little nooks and cubbies. Instead each one was a book, ten in total.

I made an attempt to reach each book, bringing them up close to my eyes so I could make out the words. They weren't novels or cookbooks, archives or almanacs. They were spell books. I read each one, day after day. The more I read, the more sense it started to make. It must have been about a month later I attempted my first spell. It was a simple ember spell. I charred my fur, but I lit the fire. Other spells helped around the farm. Some were purely experimental.

As my understanding of metaphysics matured, I came to realize that my greatest asset was my body itself. My nose could detect when a mixture was just right far better than a human's eyes. My ears could hear the tinny sounds of energy buzzing before critical moments. Perhaps the greatest advantage was the sheer quantity of milk I could produce. There was power in it, just like blood but much easier to come by. I taught Simon to sniff out rare herbs, and each and every day my expertise grew.

Suddenly there was a path. I had a way to reclaim my fate and make a future for myself. It wouldn't be easy, but I was used to hardship.

Epilogue

Jarin Buron sat bolt upright in his bed, pouring sweat.

"Another nightmare?" groaned the woman in bed next to him.

"Yeah. Just a bad dream." It had been two years since he returned home, and he was still having nightmares about that accursed valley. In this one he was being pulled into the floor by a thousand wrinkled, gnarled hands. Last night he dreamed that his wife gave birth to a full-sized foal. The night before he was possessed by a demon and forced to dig his own grave. He rubbed the scar between his eyes. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be right back."

The summer house was warm enough to wander with a simple robe. It was calming to see the empty house. It brought him back to the present. He passed from the hall to the parlor, then into the dining room and kitchen. Finally, he came to the library. It was his favorite room in the house. A pair of plush chairs sat next to a fireplace of glowing embers that was more than enough to heat the cozy space. The walls were lined ceiling to floor with books and sculptures.

Jarin turned, shut the doors behind him, turned back, and was struck in the face with a billow of powder. His eyes stung and he was blind. He tried to scream, but his muscles locked up instantly, and he couldn't make a noise. The inertia from his turn tipped him off balance, and he fell only to be caught by a large pair of hands. His feet dragged across the ornate rug as he was placed in one of the chairs. His assailant seemed to have no trouble positioning him, though he couldn't relax or move a bit of his body beyond drawing breath. Something hairy wiped his watering eyes clear. What he saw terrified him

Standing there in the room was a massive form, silhouetted against the fireplace. It raised a hand, snapped its fingers, and a dozen candles placed around the room sprung to life. The light showed a monster, draped in a tattered, faded red cloak. It had hooves in the place of feet. A fur-covered arm reached up and removed its hood, revealing a very familiar canine face. Thea.

She calmly walked to the other entrance and shut the doors. As she walked, she made a series of low yips and growls. But despite the fact that they were utterly inhuman sounds that bore no resemblance to words, he found he could understand them. "Having trouble sleeping?" she growled. "A guilty conscience will do that to you."

She continued circling around him, passing in and out of his vision. Each step was accompanied with a hollow clopping sound. "Lovely home. It really puts my work to shame." She returned to his front and crouched so that he stared directly into her dark animal eyes. "I've had my fill of one-sided conversations," she groaned, touching his throat. At once he could move again.

"Maria! Run!" He shouted.

Theas jagged black lips parted into a terrifying smile. "Oh I've put her into quite the sleep. Might be a day before she wakes. I am more interested in you."

"How are you talking?" He asked. She reached up to her neck and revealed a crudely made pendant of gold wire wrapped around a ruby.

"Do you like it?" She yipped. "I am quite proud of it. Made it myself. I've learned so many things, Jarin."

This wasn't happening, he thought. This was a nightmare made real. "L-like what?" he stammered.

"I've learned the pleasures of being used," she growled, "and how much better it is to be the user." With that, she reached down and threw open his robe, revealing his nakedness.

"Please, Thea. Have mercy. I was disoriented. I was afraid!"

"You know nothing of fear!" She barked ferociously, bits of spittle flying into his face. She took a deep breath, calming down. "Besides. I'm not here to punish you, Jarin. Just to have a little fun." With that, she stood and unfastened her cloak. It fluttered to the floor. She was covered in a mishmash of fur patterns. Her breasts were pendulous things capped by massive teats. Behind her, a horse's tail twitched idly. She circled behind him and dragged her longue tongue sensually up his neck. "I always felt a bit cheated that we never made love," She moaned.

"I would never do that with you." Jarin sneered. "The very thought. . ."

"Ah, that's what you think. But you've never been in heat before." A hand reached around and rubbed something on his upper lip. It smelled musky and incredibly strong. His mind instantly turned to sex. How disgusting would it be? He wondered, picturing various positions as his penis grew plump. "It really has a way of opening your mind to new experiences."

She returned to his front and kneeled again. She brought her nose up to his crotch and inhaled deeply. "I don't. . ." he started, then trailed off.

"I've never been with a human before." She said, burying her snout under his balls. The motion caused his dick harden even more. "What a curious scent." Her pale tongue snaked suddenly from her mouth and dragged against his penis. "Mmm and a wonderful taste." She went to work, wrapping her tongue around his shaft, lapping and teasing. Each touch brought a powerful rush of adrenaline and pleasure. When she withdrew his member glistened with saliva. He was harder than he had ever been before.

"Please. . . no," he struggled to say.

She smiled again. "No? Fine. Suit yourself." She scooted back and made herself comfortable. Despite her withdrawal, he remained rock hard. He could see his penis throb with each heartbeat. He forced himself to think about other things. Dinner with friends, and which ones might be open to experimentation. No. Riding his new mare through the countryside, and how her privates were so accessible. No. No. What would it feel like to get fucked like a girl? No, no, no! Tthat one didn't even start non-sexual. This went on for minutes. He yearned to feel her mouth on his penis again. It ached with need. The thought that relief was just a word away was too much to bare.

"Please," He whispered.

"Please what?"

"Please. Fuck me Thea. Suck me. Help me."

"Ahh there it is." She stood and ran a finger up his penis. "Not bad, Jarin. But do you think you could satisfy this?" She turned so her tail was in his face, then lifted it aside without touching it. Her asshole was just like a mare's. A circular, lewd thing that bulged out from between her cheeks. Below it was a fleshy wrinkled cleft. The skin looked so supple. It was pale, with a hint of mottled pink at the inside of the lips. Without warning, she flexed some unknown muscle and opened herself up revealing her hot slick innards for just a moment. The same scent that threw him into this lust hit him dead on in the face full force. He wanted to bury his face below that tail. She relaxed and it closed up again with a gentle flop. "I don't think it could. Pity."

Tears started to form in Jarin's eyes. "I'll do anything. Please."

"Well," She yawned, facing forward. "If you really mean it. I may have a solution." She seductively slid her hands up through the fur on her sides and cradled her breasts. One hand crossed and wrapped around her teat while the other cradled the mass of it. With a practiced tug, a spurt of milk landed right in Jarin's mouth. It was warm, creamy, and sweet. Delicious. "Oops. Missed." She giggled, sounding a bit more like a hyena than a human. The next stream hit his penis, and the next, and the one after. A few squirts later, his crotch was drenched. Rivulets of white liquid streamed down the lines of his body and soaked into the chair beneath him. "That should soften you up."

She knelt down and seemed to concentrate for a second. "Now. How did this one go?" She held both hands in front of her and performed a precise series of gestures. On the last one there was a small spark like static. "There we are. Now, let's start with these. She reached on hand between his legs and cradled his balls. There was an immense pressure, but she wasn't squeezing him. It was pressing outward. He watched in awe as his testicles swelled in his sack until it could hardly contain them. She pinched the skin and pulled, stretching out a bit of slack then continuing. The orbs pressed against his inner thighs and finally stopped when they were nearly the size of his fist.

"Oh Gods!" he gasped.

"That was for you. This part is for me." She licked her lips and moved her hands up. She wrapped her fingers around the very base, and it began to swell. With each heartbeat it got thicker and longer. Her hand was large, but it forced her grip open. It rose upward to his belly button, then his chest, then flopped up against his shoulder. Finally she released it. Without waiting a second, she gripped the tip of his penis and pushed her thumbs downward, kneading it into a flat tip, just like a horse's. She then grasped the shaft at the tip and base and pushed them together, leaving a raised ring in the middle. The rest seemed to happen all on its own. The proportions shifted just a bit, and it grew pale with a spattering of pink spots. The next thing he knew, he was sporting a cock that would make any stallion proud. A spurt of stringy clear precum rolled down the length of it, and he felt each and every inch.

"There. That's much better. I can't wait." She started to turn, but stopped. "Oh! I almost forgot." She made another couple gestures and touched his sack. It felt extremely hot for just a moment. "Now you're sterile. One of my favorite charms." Without further ado, she gripped his shoulder and pulled him upright in the chair. The creature that had once been his fiance turned around and guided his penis up against her opening. She backed up a bit, and the head popped right in. Even for how large she was, she was tight, and the warmth felt incredible. The action was happening just inches from his face, and the sheer detail and view made it all the more compelling.

She lowered herself down almost painfully slow. Inch after inch of him was engulfed. She reached the bulge around the midpoint and rose up. Then back down, this time taking another few inches before standing up again. Finally, on the third descent she simply sat, gasping as he filled her completely. Her passage spasmed around him, sending waves and waves of otherworldly pleasure through him. She stood up once again and bent forward, straining his penis forward, on the edge of comfort. She rocked back against him, then forward again. Silky hairs from her tail tickled his chest. She did this a few more times before her legs tensed, she inhaled deeply, and a series of powerful spasms took her. She fell backwards onto his lap again, with each squeeze of her pussy slowing her momentarily.

The sight was simply too much for Jarin. He felt his massive testicles draw up against him, and his tip swelled within her. Jet after jet of cum flowed into her, but not a drop escaped. The world escaped him for a moment. He could only focus on the incredible, alien sensations. Reality snapped back just as fast, and he found himself deep inside his mutant ex-fiance. She craned her neck and gave him a lick on the face. "You were excellent." she barked cheerfully. She stood up, and his new horsecock flopped out of her along with a stream of stringy semen. He watched, horrified, as his length shriveled up and drew itself into a newly formed sheathe.

"What have I done? I'm a freak!"

Thea fastened the ruined cloak around her shoulders. "Oh yeah. You're the freak here." She growled. "Did that sarcasm come through?" He nodded. "I love this thing." She opened the doors, "I don't suspect we'll meet again, Jarin. Enjoy the gift."

With that, she disappeared into the night. The paralysis wore off in just a few hours. The changes to his genitals did not. The heat came and went. At first he was furious, but he and his wife learned to deal with the curse, even to enjoy it.

Jarin returned to the farm once, but found it empty. And as for Thea? Rumors abound about the beast witch that was once a beautiful maiden. Rumors turned to stories, then to tales and fables, changing each time they were told.

But I give you my word: What you just heard is the definitive edition.

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