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Anna smiled as pleasantly as she could as she took the cup. Everything was a competition, even the pleasantness of a smile. She sat straighter in her chair to balance the cup and dish. Looking around the room, she once again affirmed to herself that she, Anna of Tirisdim, was the prettiest and most sophisticated of the four. Happily, she'd chosen a light blue dress for the first day of spring, while two of the others opted for a shade of sunflower yellow supposedly popular in their homeland. Lavinia and Eleanora never worried Anna. The two princesses of Cahal and Jainuir, respectively, continually made boorish examples of themselves. Their backwater kingdoms deserved some sympathy for lack of sophistication, Anna thought, but she spared none for them.

The fourth young woman in the room did worry Anna. Katerina of Ulstim drew the hosting duty for the day's tea as her father served as Lord Speaker for the month. It was a protocol their various envoys worked out months before to reduce the strain on the princesses' duties. The daughter of the lord who sat at the head of the council would act as hostess for all diplomatic events. Anna served for the first month, setting a high bar for the others to follow. Naturally, Eleanora failed to measure up, suffering multiple embarrassments of etiquette to the point of ending her tenure with empty feasting halls. At least part of that result laid on Lavinia, who made a disgusting show of herself shoveling in food at one of the dinners. It was the sort of crass mistake Anna would never make.

Katerina wouldn't either. The woman Anna saw as her chief rival moved around the room like a dancing flower, serving tea as elegantly as a queen. She'd chosen a dazzling emerald dress that clung to her slim, tall figure. Anna would simply have to steal the other woman's seamstress. I'm the prettiest, Anna reminded herself, though she didn't exactly believe it. She considered herself more beautiful in a classic sense. She possessed a softer chin, a more subtle nose, and the golden locks lauded by the ancient poets. Katerina, on the other hand, peered out over a slightly humped nose and rigid cheekbones. The young woman's ruby red hair contrasted starkly with her dress, making her vibrant, but more akin to a peasant than princess in style. Some of the court likes it, Anna thought ruefully. It's not as if they're not all visiting the town to fuck peasant girls anyway. Why not fuck one that also has a decent pedigree?

"Is everything quite all right, Anna? I would hope the tea isn't sour," Katerina said as she took her place at the opposite side of their small circle.

"Don't be silly, dear. It's delicious." Anna sipped her drink, irritated at the delightful taste. She kept Katerina's eye, but found something strange in it. The other princess often looked at Anna, and the others for that matter, with an unusual leer. Anna knew the rumors, of course. Maids would talk, after all.

"More than delicious," Lavinia added. "This is perhaps the best tea I've ever had. And these sweetcakes, by heaven, Katerina, you must share your cook with us some time. We have so much to learn in Cahal, but I wouldn't allow my father's house to go another minute without the culinary secrets of our new allies."

It would be a mercy to spare them your appetite, Anna thought with a smile. Lavinia had sullied her dress with the drip of curd from the cakes. Not that she noticed, if she did, it wouldn't remain on her dress for long. A portly finger would scoop it up to its final demise between those lips. Another sting of insecurity hit Anna. Most of the court looked down on Lavinia's figure, but some found such plump bodies attractive. Anna hated to imagine speaking with such a man, but a rejection for being too thin would absolutely destroy her. Worse than that, Lavinia had the gall to act as though she weren't a hog.

Eleanora sipped her own tea quietly as Katerina turned her attention to the final member of their club. As if the words had been drawn out of her by Katerina's gaze, she said, "It is lovely. Jainuir, too, would like to share in your customs." With her diplomatic duty done, she turned her eyes down once again. Eleanora was often quiet, but it didn't fool Anna. Beneath those raven black curls, the eyes of Princess Eleanora coveted everything she saw. Jainuir was a poor kingdom, which likely sent all its wealth in Eleanora's three dresses just so she could sit beside Anna without dying of shame. Or so Anna believed.

"I'm glad you all enjoy it," Katerina said. "It is brewed from a special leaf we grow on the shady side of the Longtooth. I will see that all of you are gifted two crates, along with a servant who can instruct your staff on how to properly brew the tea." She smiled, bringing her own cup to her lips with amazing poise. Eleanora nodded solemnly. Lavinia wiggled in her chair at the idea of two crates of tea added to her pile of provisions to take home. And Anna stewed with dark thoughts centered on how she could put on a better show the next time she was deemed hostess.

Katerina began a calm chat, addressing each of them in turn with a bit of dull news from the court. It was another of the seemingly pointless responsibilities of the hostess. Of course Anna's spies had already learned each bit of gossip and the truth behind it, but this was the way of such things. Only Eleanora seemed to learn anything from the thinly veiled reports. Lavinia kept sneaking new tarts and pies and cakes onto her lap, and Katerina punctuated her revolving conversation with serving more tea. Anna passed the time looking around the room. Another of the peculiar traditions involved the sitting room being redecorated with each change of Lord Speaker. It now sported Ulstim's banners as well as Katerina's family crest. Other decorations, presumably chosen by Katerina herself, filled the walls. The massive head of a wolf looked out from one corner. An intricate painting of the Longtooth mountain adorned one wall, and a bust of Katerina's grandfather sat on the opposite. The robust furniture impressed Anna the most. Hargwood, grown in the shape of the desired piece of furniture, made it seem like they sat in the middle of a forest glade rather than the interior room of Flagburn Keep.

After Katerina finished her small report session, the conversation lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, disturbed by the soft sound of Lavinia's chewing. When a knock came at the door, the princesses all welcomed the interruption. Katerina rose and crossed the room. No servants were allowed inside the chamber, but an entire cohort waited outside. One of them spoke in a quiet, respectful tone, to Katerina before she stepped aside and gestured to the room. "It seems," Katerina said as a pair of servants wheeled in a cart, "we have been sent a gift."

The servants moved the cart to the center of the sitting circle. On the cart was a short, cylindrical box wrapped in a multicolored ribbon. With some maneuvering, the servants positioned the box such that each representative color matched the nation from where the princesses came. Anna even saw the faint outline of her house crest on the ribbon facing her. The servants bowed to each young woman before exiting quickly. Katerina walked over to the box and examined it. Lavinia spoke up, "Who is it from?"

"They didn't say," Katerina mused. "I suppose it is my responsibility to open it." She waited for nods from each princess. Anna withheld hers for a second longer than the others, trying to hold some power over their hostess. Katerina waited with frustrating restraint. Lavinia looked as though she might lunge at the box at any moment while Eleanora's eyes burned with the desire to see inside. Anna nodded, and Katerina pulled at the ribbons.

The sides of the box fell down and small puffs of glittering, colored dust swirled in the air, obscuring the contents for a moment. Despite herself, Anna leaned forward in her chair. Unable to even constrain herself to that, Lavinia stood and joined Katerina at the side of the box. "It's a stone," she announced, not masking her disappointment.

Eleanora's eyes grew even wider. "It's not a stone, it's a wish stone." She, too, rose from her seat and approached the others.

Anna frowned. The stone looked like an oversized, gray egg. She felt foolish remaining seated while the others gawked at the rock. No, I'm the only one keeping her senses. "Wish stones aren't real. They're fairy tales, believed only by the naive."

Eleanora's face fell, and she slipped back to her seat. Lavinia, on the other hand, took several steps back while shaking her head, "No, Anna, they are true stories. The stones are rare, but very real. And they are dangerous. We should summon the court magician immediately and have it disposed of."

"Now, let's not be silly, Lavinia," Katerina chided. Somehow she blunted the edge of her tone enough that Lavinia didn't look offended. Anna instantly doubted her own tact with Eleanora. "I think someone has sent us a fake. Perhaps we're meant to play a game with it. That could be a nice break from our tired conversations. I so often wish we could be more of ourselves in these tea sessions." Though nothing about the stone changed, each young woman felt a slight shift in the air. Anna's doubts went quiet. Eleanora wanted the stone more for herself. Lavinia wondered if she could wish up another set of tea cakes. And Katerina's leer flashed at each of the other women. "Yes, a game. A game of truths and deceits. We go in turns saying our wish, and its up to the others of us to figure out if the wish is true or a deceit."

"This may not be wise," Anna said. She didn't like the idea of confessions to her competitors, false or not. "We wouldn't want to embarrass one another."

"It would all stay among us," Katerina said. "Who else would ever know? We've all become such friends, and it's time we talked as such. No more diplomacy and protocol. I wish for us to all say what we really, truly want." Again the air shifted, and each of the young women felt a burden leave them, though none could name what it was. "I'll go first."

***

Katerina paused to gather her thoughts before speaking her wish. It teetered on the tip of her tongue as she looked at the wish stone. Were those small lines there a moment ago? she wondered. She could feel the eyes of the others watching her, but they weren't seeing her the way she wanted them, too. No. Start small, Katerina. "I wish," she said aloud, "I had a more full figure like Lavinia." She finished the sentence with a curt nod. Anna giggled to herself, and Katerina realized her mistake as Lavinia's cheeks turned a full shade darker.

"Truth," Eleanora said. "I wish it as well."

Katerina had heard the rumors of what waited underneath Eleanora's clothes, and so did not doubt the other woman's desire for Lavinia's plumpness for even an instant. Eleanora's kingdom was no stranger to famine, even among the royalty.

"Then I will return the flattery," Anna said. "Dear Katerina, I wish I possessed a glimmer of your grace and beauty."

She smiled at the other woman's backhanded compliment, but devoted her attention to the stone. Katerina watched as a small line appeared near the bottom of the oval rock, etching its way up the side as though carved by invisible hands. As it moved, she sensed the shift in the air happen once again. She began to stand and inspect the stone closer, but a warm sensation creeping across her body made her shift back self consciously. Her dress seemed tight and itchy. She cursed the bodice hemming in her breath.

"I suppose its my turn," Lavinia said, somewhat deprived of her usual excitement. She folded her hands in her lap as she lowered her head. "I suppose...well, since its only us, I wish my bosom matched my body a little more." She grinned mischievously. "If I'm going to be a little on the softer side, I might as well have the benefits. Sir Bolstaht had the nerve to whisper about my flat chest." Her smile faltered as she looked down at her dress.

"It's true, unfortunately," Eleanora said. "For all our upbringing and etiquette, to land a decent husband you need six titles or a pair of fat breasts akin to a nursemaid. I wish I had thrice that, perhaps then I might get the attention of a decent suitor."

Another crack formed on the surface of the stone. Katerina ran her finger along it, feeling heat emanating from the rift. Small tendrils of purple smoke seethed from the crack, curling around her finger. She sought out the words to speak, but her chest grew tight in her clothes. She heard a scoff on the opposite side of the stone. Anna had her arms folded, glaring around at the other two who also seemed unusually concerned with their clothing. "Ladies, please," Katerina said, trying to muster the words for her worries. As she tried to speak, the swirls of colorful smoke distracted her. Focusing, she managed to say, "We're not beasts, and shouldn't wish for such animalistic attention from unworthy men. We're the most sought after women in the whole world."

The sour look on Anna's face darkened. "Says the purebred daughter of a powerful king. Your magnanimity is irritating Katerina. I wish we were beasts so things would be simple and plain for all to see."

The stone broke straight down the middle. Huge plumes of smoke flooded out of the void at its center. Katerina staggered back, Eleanora squeaked in fright, and the other two remained seated, struck dumb with shock. The cascade of smoke hit the edges of the room and ran up. Where the smoke crawled, the walls themselves changed. The elegant stone of the ancient keep looked out of place beside chunks of mud brick. The princesses' attention to their environment was short lived as new sensations rushed over their bodies. An unnerving giggle filled the air as Lavinia pointed at her chest with a dumb, broad smile. "Look!" She grabbed either side of her neckline and pulled, ripping the dress down its front with a loud chuff of a laugh.

Katerina's eyes widened. Lavinia's breasts fell out into view, swollen and distended. The other princess brought her hands up to play with the growing breasts, seeming as fascinated by them as the other three in the room. It wasn't the only change, though. Her skin, marked with deep blue veins, turned a darker shade of pink. Lavinia's nose broadened, and her cheeks puffed up into the grotesque leer of a pantomime face. She stood up as the others looked on, too stunned to react. Lavinia inspected her squat body for a moment before her eyes caught on the remaining tea cakes and sweets. She fumbled toward the cart, tripping in the tatters of her own dress. As she fell, the dress tore again, splitting down the back until it fell away from her entirely, revealing her full body and wide rump. Lavinia didn't seem to notice, crawling forward on her hands and knees to grab the fallen food and shove it in her mouth.

The debasement finally shook through Anna's shock. "Lavinia get a hold of yourself. Remember your place." The words caught in her mouth as a small lump appeared at the base of Lavinia's spine. Anna made a squeaking grunt as a curled tail pushed out of the other woman's back. "Lavinia!"

The woman turned her face to look at the others. Cream and curd coated her mouth beneath a piggish snout and wide, dull eyes. She grinned, waggling her body and causing her swollen breasts to jiggle from side to side. Lavinia opened her mouth to speak, but a high pitched squeal was all that came out.

Katerina wanted to feel revulsion or horror. Instead, the tightness that started in her chest had traveled down to her hips. The smoke covering the ground curled around her ankles, small tendrils rising up like sentient tentacles to caress her undergarments. I can't stand this, she thought. Watching Lavinia's body change and transform filled Katerina with the same feelings she noticed when her handmaids dressed or undressed her. Lavinia's teats swelled enough to drag on the ground beneath her as she continued to eat. She's turning into a pig. With the thought, a spasm of pleasure shot through Katerina's body. The heat became unbearable, and she tore at her own dress, sending strips of the emerald material flying off into the room. Gods, I don't want to be a pig. I don--what is this?

As her dress split down the middle, she saw brown hairs covering her abdomen beneath her naval. Below that, a bulge pressed out from her delicates. As her fingers delicately touched it, a pulse shot through her body, settling in her breasts. They began to swell as she struggled to call out for help.

***

Katerina has a cock, Eleanora thought with some mild confusion. The smoke swirling around the room seemed to flow into her thoughts, creating a calm fog over everything happening around her. Katerina wildly stripped away her clothes as coarse brown hairs appeared on swelling, muscular thighs. Those look strong. Not like Lavinia's fat hocks of plump flesh. Eleanora imagined herself between each set of thighs, caressing the puffy folds of Lavinia's pussy or opening her mouth to receive the hard tip of Katerina's cock. Horse cock, she reminded herself, nodding along as though the smoke were teaching her the basic fundamentals of a recipe. But what about me? I want what they have. I want more. I deserve more. I'm a princess, and I deserve the biggest --

A twinge of pain interrupted her simple thoughts. Realizing her foolishness, she stood up and stripped out of her clothes. Disappointingly, her body seemed to be unchanged. Nearby, Katerina's new hoof clattered on the ground as she rubbed her swelling phallus. It kept growing, getting a little longer with each stroke. Too big, Eleanora thought. It won't fit in me if its that big. Unless I get big, too. Her hand moved down over her rail thin stomach, wincing as she felt her ribs. When she reached the mons above her pussy, she felt a peculiar sensitivity. With her other arm, she pulled her meager breasts tight against her chest. Craning her head, she could see four small nubs of pink tissue jutting out above her small patch of pubic hair. That's different, too. It used to be thin and coarse, but now it's all furry and thick. Oh, and white. It shouldn't be white, should it?

Her hand moved down to the patch of new, thicker hair. She moved her fingertips over it, pleased by its texture. As she did, she noticed her body shimmering, like it was hidden behind a thick veil of hot air. The smoke curled up and around her body, filling her head with the scent of hay and mud. It seemed pleasant and simple, a familiar memory of home. The aroma filled her up, even down to her fingertips. Eleanora made a soft grunt as she lost feeling in the tips of her fingers. She moved them up to her breasts, happy to find the flesh changing and growing. Her tits wobbled outward, swelling with growth. She squeezed the new breasts with her dull feeling hands, enjoying the feeling of the transforming flesh being pressed in. Her form filled out as she reveled in the change. The scrawny stick of a woman became full and voluptuous in the matter of seconds. All the while, she quivered from head to toe with rapid shudders of joy.

The nubs on her lower abdomen tingled and puffed up, pushing out as a thick wall of soft flesh formed behind them. Curious, she tried touching one of the nubs again. No sensitive shock rocked her system, instead a quick jolt of relief made her sigh as a few drops of fluid squirted out against her palm. "Mungh," came a sound from her lips. Milk? Eleanora held her hand out in front of her, watching the drops of white roll down her darkened palm. She reached back down with her hand, pulling at the growing teats. Shots of milk sprayed out in growing volume with each tug. An aching swell washed over her as her breasts doubled in size. She moaned, moving her other hand up to fondle the new flesh, finding her human nipples equally puffy. With a small pinch, a jet of milk arced out of her breasts. "MOO!?"

Eleanora rolled over to her side and watched as an udder flopped out from her body. Four leaking teats stood out, swollen and erect. As she reached down to relieve some of the pressure, a tightening sensation gripped her otherwise numb hands. Holding up her palm once again, she watched as dark skin mottled into shiny, black hoof. Her eyes went to the others for help, but they were lost in the throes of their own problems. Lavinia had abandoned the use of her hands, gnawing and biting at the cakes she'd knocked on the floor with her snout as she squeaked and wiggled on the floor. Eleanora saw other swells along Lavinia's stomach, small tits growing out, but nothing compared to the fat udder forcing open Eleanora's thighs.

Katerina stripped away the rest of her clothes as thin strands of a vibrant red tail swished behind her wide haunches. The brown fur crept up her abdomen inch by inch. Between her own massive breasts, dotted by near black nipples, and the pink and brown horse cock sticking out from her crotch, Katerina seemed too lost in her own confusion or pleasure to notice any of the others. God I want her to see me, Eleanora thought. She's always been so beautiful. Now she's something even more. The wide furry bottom and luscious, silky tail. Those powerful legs, capable of mounting what she wants to take. Eleanor spread her legs open wider, feeling the cool smoke rush over her engorged sex. Though she couldn't see it over the swollen udder, she knew her pussy was changing. The thin lips of an emaciated woman vanished as thick labia formed folds capable of taking a bull sized dick. Her arousal oozed out in pulses, coating the new hair on her thighs as she continued vain efforts to understand the changes forcing their way over her mind and body. As her hooves rubbed pointlessly against her aching, full udder, she looked to the last remaining human, "Moooooo!"

***

Lavinia felt good. She'd never been one to let the troubles of the world bother her too much. As the cloven hoof which had once been her right hand rubbed her swollen pussy, she oinked gleefully. She didn't understand why Eleanora looked so distressed. Perhaps it was because only one of them had grown a cock. Though Katerina's new appendage looked quite nice, it didn't interest Lavinia. Her priorities had not changed much from mere minutes before when she'd been a plump, little princess. The pungent aroma of aroused women filled her lungs and made her own sex get slicker by the second. Before, she hadn't been able to smell them across the room, but rarely had she been in a situation where women so openly exposed themselves to her.

Eleanora continued to moo and prod at herself. Lavinia watched with mild interest as she rubbed her body across the ground. It felt good to be free, to be naked, to have her tits dragging across the ground. It would certainly feel better to have the mouth of one of her friends sampling from her new teats. With a decisive grunt, she pushed up on her new legs and waddled across the room. Eleanora moved back at first. Lavinia understood the other woman's shock, but the time for such things was surely fading. The smoke curled up around them as Lavinia nudged her snout between her friend's legs. Eleanora smelled amazing and looked delicious. Mooing protests notwithstanding, Lavinia extended her strange, new tongue and pressed it against the wet folds of Eleanora's lower, bovine lips.

The thighs pressing into Lavinia's shoulders began to change as she happily licked. Eleanora tasted earthy, but sweet. White and black hairs raked against Lavinia's shoulders as the other princess eased into acceptance of the pig lapping at her slit. The fat udder pressed down against Lavinia's snout. Periodically, Eleanora would stop her pleasured shivering to stamp her hooves in frustration. As the muscle and tissue in the cow-woman's legs changed, it became more haphazard. One powerful stomp nearly clipped Lavinia's own hoof, and she decided she needed to address the problem herself.

She could feel the gentle swish of milk in her own teats, but knew Eleanora had gotten a much greater blessing. The human breasts had swollen to the size of giant pumpkins. They sat on Eleanor's slightly furry chest as though they might pop. Nipples stood out at full attention, milk seeping slowly out of the many pores along the small shafts. Welts appeared on the distended skin where Eleanora had tried to milk herself. The udder, too, looked painfully stretched with each teat standing out in full flare. With soft, calming grunts, Lavinia opened her mouth and took one of the turgid nipples in between her piggish lips. It felt odd to form her mouth around something now that she had different lips and teeth, but it still came naturally. With her slightly beady eyes looking at the veined bottoms of Eleanora's gargantuan tits, Lavinia sucked.

A rush of warm cream filled her mouth. She squealed around the spurting nipple. Only the slightest change in tension occurred in the udder. She sucked again, harder, and a dam broke. Eleanora's thighs snapped hard against Lavinia's body as milk erupted from the other three teats, spraying the warm fluid all over Lavina's face and back. Refusing to let it go to waste, Lavinia opened her mouth wide and managed to cram two of the spurting nipples inside. They gushed milk, and Lavinia swallowed as much as she could. Her own tits grew warmer and pressed harder against the ground. They were growing again, swelling up with milk of their own. Within only a few seconds, they'd doubled in size, pressing against the cold floor beneath them as Lavinia continued to push her body against Eleanora's.

As Lavinia lapped and sucked and licked, the other two princesses watched in fascination. Anna remained frozen in a state of confused horror. Katerina, though, was quickly becoming a slave to her new body. Whereas the two writhing together on the floor had grown soft and plump, Katerina's body became firmer and stronger. Beneath the smooth coat of hair adorning her shoulders, she could feel powerful muscle. Her wide flanks rippled with power from the mere shift of her weight. Behind these changes, an unsettled mind continued to yearn for the bodies of her friends. Even at her most honest, she'd never before admitted to the desires that pushed at her thoughts. Yet, watching Lavinia and Eleanora, she could no longer deny what she wanted.

Lavinia felt Katerina's presence more than she saw it. The powerful hooves thudded against the floor beside them. The horsewoman dropped down over Eleanora's body, peering at the half cow with curious eyes. Eleanora continued to moo softly, finding only a little relief in Lavinia's ministrations. Katerina put a strong hand on Lavinia's shoulder, pulling her back from Eleanora's lush body. The cow protested, but didn't question Katerina's insisting glare. Lavinia didn't mind, she waddled back a few paces and caught eye of another prize. Katerina's bottom had become wide and firm, beautiful flanks on either side of a pretty asshole and, surprisingly, another lush pair of labia. Lavinia didn't see a point in allowing the opportunity to pass.

She shuffled forward again, enjoying the feeling of Katerina's tail on her wet face. She heard something akin to a neigh as her nose pushed into the princess's asshole, and her tongue delved between the horsewoman's lower lips. Lavinia imagined the horse cock on the other side stood up a little firmer as she enjoyed her latest treat. The deep musk of Katerina's body filled Lavinia's mind. A small fragment of her former self thought of feeling shame or embarrassment. It took all her imagination to envision the response to a princess eating the pussy of another with nose pressed firmly in asshole. The idea dissipated into a pleasurable swirl of smoke within her mind as she enjoyed the taste of the horsewoman's pussy.

Katerina grunted and rocked her hips, but kept to her own task. She'd never had access to a woman like this before, even if she did have to prostrate herself at the same time. With gentle, guiding nudges, she directed Eleanora to her feet. The cow-woman stood up on shaky legs, both from inexperience in standing on hooves and from the small quakes of orgasm still pushing through her body. Each of her six nipples dripped at a considerable rate, leaving a puddle on the ground beneath her. She tried to smile, but it felt awkward with her new, cowish muzzle. Katerina tried to reassure her with a nod, but only managed a lustful leer between flickers of her eyes as Lavinia's tongue pushed deeper. With one hand on Eleanora's hoof, she pushed the cow-woman in a slow twirl.

Eleanora understood. "Mooooo," she cooed back at Katerina, wondering if cows could blush. The white and black hair covered most of her body, noticeably not on the tips of her breasts. She began to twirl, to dance, as her body rapidly refilled with milk. With each slight movement, she could feel the shift of milk inside her teats. And Katerina could see it. The swollen breasts wobbled back and forth, rippling with a gravity unto themselves as the fluid within shifted. Eleanora focused on a memory of a dancing troupe which came to her father's court several years before. She visualized their grace and motion and tried to replicate it.

Her body shifted and turned with gravid jerks as the bloated teats flung from side to side. Her fattened rear wobbled in a counter motion to each spin or shift of weight. Milk flowed in drips or gushes, depending on which way she spun. As she moved, her body continued to change. Her belly swelled as the white hair covered it, but the udder remained the predominant feature on her midsection. Beneath it, her swollen lips ached to be touched, but she couldn't reach herself around the dripping mammaries. As she danced, she watched the pulse of Katerina's horsecock, wanting it pushed inside of her, wanting to feel her udder press against Katerina's stomach as their breasts slid against one another with milk squirting between them. Katerina seemed too lost in the work of Lavinia's tongue and nose to accommodate Eleanora's desire.

Dull throbs on the top of her head slowed Eleanora's dance. She pawed at the spots with her hooves and felt the dull point of a horn emerging from her scalp. It did not shock her. She didn't protest at all as the short, effeminate horns took their place on the top of her head. The weight of her human breasts became too much, and she dropped forward onto her hands, using them as her new feet for the first time. She hoped Katerina would notice her in the presenting position, but the horsewoman had shut her eyes, rocking her hips back and forth on the probing tongue of the pig between her thighs. With a shrieking neigh, Katerina came. Milk dripped out of her tits while a puddle of precum formed beneath her throbbing cock. Katerina finally moved her hands back to stroke the massive dick, but as she did, her fingers stuck together. After two strokes, she pulled her hand away with a frustrated grunt as her palm closed up into a hoof. She rubbed the new keratin against her engorged dick, but it only worsened her angst.

Sensing Katerina's new interest, Lavinia smacked her lips with satisfaction and waddled away, gingerly teasing herself by dragging her nipples across the ground. Eleanora mooed in futile protest as the others looked away from her. And Katerina set her eyes on the remaining human.

***

The stone is real, came the sickening realization as Anna watched the other princesses transform into half-woman, half beast creatures. The room itself roiled with change. The bust of Katerina's grandfather laughed in a tinny whine as sunlight glimmered through the overhead slats where once had been a stone roof. As the floor turned to mud underneath Lavinia's porcine body, the tinny laugh became the slow creak of a milking pail swinging on an old nail. The scent of hay and mud filled the air as Eleanora rolled on the ground begging to be milked or fucked. A long, thin tail jutted out from the back of her spine, swishing above a thick, puckered asshole and engorged labia glistening with arousal. The sounds of other lowing and squealing joined those of the former princesses as Katerina grew taller, her neck elongating slightly as her face narrowed into an equine muzzle.

t rolled over Anna as the smoke evaporated into nothingness, and for a moment, Anna believed she'd been spared. Yet, her gaze couldn't move from Katerina. The horsewoman made a variety of animalistic noises as she attempted to address the throbbing rigidness of her cock. Despite that, Anna still saw a creature more elegant than herself. "How?" she demanded. "How can you still look so regal? So beautiful? How is it that I still wish to be even a shadow of your glory?" Katerina's large, brown eyes focused on Anna, sending a cold thrill through the human woman. Katerina stepped over the rubble that had been the wish stone, delicately balancing on new hooves. Nearer, Anna realized how much bulk the other woman had gained. Katerina was as wide as a horse, yet still retaining the general shape and posture of a human. The massive breasts on her chest helped with that glimmer of humanity, but the hooves gesturing erratically before her in an effort to retain balance soured the idea. Katerina came close enough to touch, her left hand-hoof gently prodding at Anna's cheek. The sweetness of the gesture was somewhat marred by the throbbing horse cock pressing against Anna's stomach, leaving a smear of precum on her dress.

Katerina's musk filled Anna's head, and the intent of the beast before her became a real threat. Anna recoiled back, trying to leap away from her fate. "No! I'm a princess. I'm not some dumb animal for you to mount." As she spoke, tingles ran down her arms. Her breasts heaved with growth. Unable to breath, she frantically tore at the laces of her dress. As the fabric ripped, her chest lurched out and threw her off balance. Her newly enlarged breasts cushioned her fall as she thudded into muddy ground. Where are we? She threw her hands into the mud to push herself up, but a new wave of heat tore through her body. She crumpled into a quivering mess as her hand pushed down against her torn dress, peeling it away from her changing body. She opened her mouth to call for help, "Heeeeaawwwwnn!"

The sound died in her throat. A glimmer of her beauty? Something less than a beautiful horse? No, no, no. I'm Anna of Tirisdim! The blond strands of her hair fell out around her eyes as a wriggling sensation crawled over her skull. Long, flopping ears jutted out, slowing standing up on their own. Her teeth crowded together in her mouth. Determined to resist, she tried again to stand, but the heat hit again. Frustrated and desperate for relief, she pulled and kicked at the soiled remnant of her beautiful dress. As it cleared her skin, a small mound of teats met the chilly air, giving her a mingling of relief and horror. A donkey's udder bulged from her otherwise flat stomach. Two slightly furred teats hung down from the small mounds, each differentiated by a cleft running down her center, and being quickly joined by a third and fourth pressing out of the plumped flesh. No!

Katerina's hooves pressed on the flanks of Anna's bottom. They pushed apart Anna's rump, allowing more of the cool air to flow over her inflamed genitalia. Despite her precarious position, Anna silently thanked the other woman for the mercy. She could feel her insides squirming and shifting. Is this what Eleanora felt? Lavinia? The former laid on her side nearby, continuing to prod at her gargantuan breasts and udder in a feeble attempt to milk herself. When Eleanora managed to get her hooves in the right position, it seemed only to create a painful squeeze that emptied a few drops of milk as she stared longingly at the milking pail nearby. Lavina meanwhile no longer seemed interested in the others, but in rubbing her body in the muck at the side of the room. She squealed happily, wiggling her naked ass in a playful way as she used the earth to caress her eight nipples. Katerina hovered behind Anna watching the smaller woman change, admiring the view of her backside growing and pulsing with want.

Anna's vision blurred for a moment, and then she saw a door. It wasn't the heavy oak and iron of the keep, but a poorly made bit of timber and rusting nails. She crawled toward it as her hands folded into themselves. Her bones shifted and reformed. She paused and then rose up on new hooves as her body adjusted to being on all fours. "HEEAWW!" she called at the others, attempting to tell them she'd found a way out. Katerina watched the sway of Anna's donkey rear as she attempted to escape. The musk of Katerina's cock was hard to resist, if Anna was actually resisting at all. Her thoughts grew fuzzier. The sounds she made infiltrated her protests. _No, no. I am AnnaaaaawwhHH. ANNA. I am a princeaaawww--heeeaaaawww! "_HEEAWWW!"

The door opened as Katerina's ability to resist dissolved. Anna only grunted an animalistic consent as the horsewoman's cock pushed inside her. The folds of her new vagina still needed to expand to accommodate Katerina's length and width, but it felt nice to have the horsewoman inside of her. Her face changed last, growing long and narrow as her new ears twitched. Her last human thought was of why she kept her human breasts, but it was a fleeting notion, lost in the happiness of being mated and the faint scent of fresh grass nearby.

Katerina experienced no blissful release. She remained trapped inside her desires as Anna's transforming pussy pulled at the massive cock attached to Katerina's front. She'd longed for so many years to lay with a woman, but this was something entirely different. She'd wanted caressing sweetness and passionate tenderness, but brutal, primal need drove her. Katerina leveraged her weight against Anna's growing body, admiring the feel of the donkey-woman's soft rear pressing back. A tail jutted out and thrashed against the underside of Katerina's breasts as she pushed more of her new cock into Anna's pussy. Sunlight from the doorway illuminated the body before her. Anna's back grew wider and covered in dark gray and brown hues. The twitching donkey ears flicked in response to each thrust as Katerina built a steady rhythm.

Movement behind her caught Katerina's attention. She looked over an equine shoulder to see Eleanora nudging between her ass cheeks. Katerina reflexively raised her new tail, proffering her rear holes to the cow woman. A glimmer of humanity remained in Eleanora's eyes, but otherwise she seemed more cow than woman. She carefully guided her muzzle between Katerina's wide ass, elongating a broad, flat tongue to lick at the wet slit and puckered hole above it. Katerina grunted appreciatively, trying to reconcile the feeling of a tongue in her pussy while Anna's tight slit squeezed her cock tighter. It left little room for control.

She pushed harder and harder into Anna's backside. The sounds of the room -- Lavinia's grunts and oinks, the drip of Eleanora's milk on the ground, Anna's haws of animalistic pleasure -- filled Katerina's head. With an exasperated whicker, she shoved herself as deep into Anna as she could. Eleanora doubled the experience, pushing her tongue deep inside Katerina. A screeching, joyous sound erupted from Katerina's mouth as her body came in every way. Her pussy clenched down on Eleanora's tongue, her cock sprayed thick cum into Anna's womb, her bloated tits sprayed milk in huge arcs across Anna's back, and her asshole quivered sensitively against Eleanora's muzzle.

***

Oh, god, what have I done. Katerina whickered, her mane catching the wind to flow out behind her. She wanted to feel embarrassed to be exposed and depraved enough to use her new body to fuck her former rival. Yet, she didn't. Instead, she looked at the woman entering the shed with mild curiosity, wondering if this creature would also change into a beast for mating.

The woman looked over the soaked and exhausted animals. "I see you received my gift. I hope you enjoyed yourselves. I think it helps dissolve what little will isn't taken by the wishing spell." The woman stepped aside from the doorway, putting her into visible light. The purple smoke curled around her wrists and waist like garments. "I am Giselda."

The name conjured up a distant memory for Katerina. Her father mentioned a sorceress once, she thought. The woman looked beautiful in flowing garments of pink and purple. Between her hands, strands of smoke formed into a bit of leather fastened together with a bright silver buckle. She stepped over to Katerina and fastened the collar around her neck. Giselda stroked her muzzle and gave her a hard swat, forcing her deeper into Anna. "You'll serve well," Giselda said. "Lead these three out to the pasture. Don't worry, Katerina." The sorceress paused to squeeze the horsewoman's teat, causing a quick leak of milk. "You're going to like it on my farm.