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Transforming Fate

Part one of three

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A continuation to The Corrupting Commission and The Tale Continues

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cheeseguy3412

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Life for Tim and Max and Rose had...changed, somewhat. For one, none of them were even human anymore - well, nowhere except inside their own heads. Out in the forest, they had survived for a few days, which was not as difficult as they might have thought it to be before, considering that they were in anthropomorphic animal forms.

...Kind of.

The forest was rich with deciduous trees as well as the more common, numerous pine trees, though Rose didn't know the names of them. It was hard to get around just as she was, slithering, her legs no longer legs but a tail. She was a naga of some kind, though she would not have been able to dig up the details from mythology without getting back to civilisation of some sort. With a top half of a reptile-like dragon and a scaled snout, she was not recognisable as the woman that she had been.

And then there were the sexual transformations too. The multiple breasts - three pairs - on her chest and running down to her mid-torso, no longer even bearing nipples but thick, unwieldy cocks. She shuddered, hating how they liked to spurt at the most inopportune moments, though the others had issues of their own too. More Tim, truthfully, than Max, but it was still something that they all had to remember.

There were cocks too, all over her, her body the subject of furry fetish - which might have been far more applicable to the furry fandom, which she had been dipping in and out of for years, than she felt applied to herself. She had never been all that into the darker, more "fetishy" parts of the fandom, though she respected those that expressed themselves in that way. She, however, didn't want a dick jutting out awkwardly from under her arm, another from her side, another wedged between her breasts. The worst one was the one on her left palm, waggling and wobbling, as she was always catching it when she was busy trying to do stuff with her hands. Even her nails had become "drawn together" and claw-like, though they were still somewhat functional. More than her tail-legs were...

Well, just a tail now...

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Max fared most likely the best out of all of them, as he had been quick-thinking enough to ask for a transformation, which was what the Fae had wanted in the first place. He had remembered Ciri's warning, from the video, in the nick of time, and asked to be transformed into a non-anthro tiger, which suited him well, even if it meant that he had to change his entire way of walking and moving, his life upside-down. It was different to prowl around the forest as a tiger and, even though it was not the natural habit of a tiger, he felt at home there. It was good to be able to flex his paws and feel the coolness of the dirt under them, especially after the rain, his claws digging down lightly into the soil.

He had tried to learn to hunt but, well...that had borne mixed results. He was better at catching fish in the river than he was hunting mammalian prey, which was okay with him. At least there was no blood involved with that, nothing that he couldn't deal with. Rose had managed to fashion a trap or two that had caught a rabbit, though she had not been able to skin it very well, even though she'd remembered how to from her younger years hunting with her father. That had upset her as Rose always wanted to ensure that she used every part of an animal that was killed for food, respecting the life that had been given. It was not something that Max had considered before, as he had never hunted as a human being. His food had always just come to him from the supermarket and he had never all that much had to think about the origins of it.

With bright orange fur and divine black stripes, Max had not been able to help himself from sitting before a small pond, frogs swimming through the water and frogspawn (though he thought it might have been late in the season for that) bubbling safely at the edges. He had stared and stared at himself in that unblinking feline fashion, whiskers quivering, as the ripples in the pond came and went.

He couldn't take his eyes off himself. His muzzle was shapely and feline, giving him a rounder appearance to his face, with the white fluff of his cheeks highlighting the edges of his face. His black ears twitched back and forth softly, though he caught most sounds with them, licking his lips, his eyes following the pink rasp of it out of his muzzle, along the side of his snout and back inside.

Even though his reflection rippled, never quite still, Max knew he had made the right decision. He could still talk with his friends, and the Fae, using telepathy and that was a good thing. If he found the Fae again, however, for they always seemed to be flitting about the forest, their home, he might have asked if there was anything else he could do so that he could expand his mind-talking abilities just a little further. He wanted to speak to more than just his friends, as some creatures, both fortunate and unfortunate, that they encountered in the forest clearly could use a hand.

It wasn't his responsibility, however, to make everything right for those around him, even while he was trying to work out how his own existence was going to pan out.

Tim, on the other hand... Yeah, he had definitely got the best and the worst end of the deal. Oddly enough, Tim had gone for a transformation like Max's - in the sense that he had become a tiger. Yet Tim no longer went by only male pronouns, feeling as if he could "shift" mentally between the two. Gender fluidity was definitely a thing and he had never felt that he ever slotted into a single box, just as humans liked to categorise everything. Sometimes, things were not that simple.

So, he was happy with any pronouns, yet Rose and Max mostly still used male ones for him and they/them pronouns as they got used to the big adjustment in their lives. To be fair, it was not as if they didn't all have a lot to contend with.

Tim's body, however, was very different. He had become completely female in presentation, a tigress with multiple breasts and awkward cocks jutting out from all over her, more than what Rose had been cursed with. The giant breasts were much bigger than what Rose had on her chest and torso, tipping him off-balance, yet he loved them dearly. He'd got a passing transformation from a new Fae, even though they had not "claimed" him, that gave him two horse cocks jutting out from his shoulder blades at funny angles, giving him the appearance of wings. Of course, they were not wings as his lustful body ached for orgasm after orgasm, every horse cock on his body joined by a pair of jiggling balls to fuel them.

Male or female... Or just both? Everything? Tim smiled to themselves. They could be anything that they wanted to be. With the Fae, at the very least, a world of opportunities had been opened to them and that was something that Tim very much believed they all needed to take advantage of.

Even if Rose didn't want anything but her old body back, which he could understand. A lot had happened and it was not as if she had chosen the transformations for herself, though she had been persuaded to take on a few extra transformations. Her biggest problem, of course, was her randomly transforming cock-tongue: the worst of the Fae's curses. Randomly, a cock tongue would transform in her mouth, gagging her and making her eyes bulge so much that it was as if they were going to literally pop out of her skull. All because she had talked back to the Fae so much and fought them, though it served as a due warning to the others.

Tim had also been given a cock tongue, along with dick nipples to match Rose's. The difference there was that he wanted it, he wanted to be a fetish object, to live out his wildest fantasies. He knew things had changed irreversibly and yet the ability and desire to do things he had never imagined could ever be possible... It was there. And he had to take it. Even if it meant changing his body beyond any hope of ever having a body that he recognised ever again. It was all he wanted and all he could do.

He just hadn't told the others about his want and his will to try, no, not yet. Maybe that was for the best. Rose would have definitely tried to talk him out of it, though he didn't know quite what Max would have said. Tim was still grateful that their thoughts were for their own.

"Tim?"

He jolted lightly, breasts wobbling, though he had wrapped a giant towel, the biggest one he had stolen from a house that was empty at the edge of the forest, around his chest. It was tied under his armpits, though seemed shapeless over his torso. Even though there were cocks jutting out from his body, he had managed to find a much larger pair of trousers - not jeans, those would have been too tight - to go over his lower half, though they were quite annoying too. His tail had had to go down one leg and he constantly wanted to twitch it back and forth, huffing and puffing, not really knowing where to put it. It wasn't as if they typically made clothes for anthros, even in the furry fandom!

"Sorry, what?"

Rose frowned, or, at least, she tried to. It was hard to tell sometimes as her lips tried to turn down and she slithered up, balancing herself very, very carefully on her tail.

"I... Oof, this is still hard," she said with an open grimace. "Tim... I think we've really got to find Ciri. She's one that knows what's going on."

Do you think she still looks like a mountain lion, the tan face and stuff? Max interjected, touching both of their minds with his telepathy. I don't know if she'll be easy to find.

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"Well," Rose said with a shrug. "It's not as if we seem to need any shelter here, the weather is good. The bugs are annoying but they can't get through the scales of this body. That's kind of cool. We don't have to stay here while everything is calm, we can go find other people, people who've been transformed just like us."

Tim smirked, though was a little thrown off by the new sensation of his feline whiskers moving with his muzzle. There were so many little muscles in there that came into play, what would have formed facial expressions in humans. They were just more functional when it came to having a shapely muzzle like his, nicely defined.

"Did you finally find something you like about your transformation?" Tim chuckled. "And I thought it would never happen!"

Rose rolled her eyes at him while Max growled and put a paw to his forehead, needing to duck his head to do so.

"Honestly... You are the one that asked for this, not us," she said, a little blunter than the situation warranted. "We're just over here trying to live with it and we're going to have to deal with that, you know."

He shrugged, breasts jiggling as they moved along with the motion. It was made more awkward by the dick nipples jutting out against the towel-top that he had put on, though he didn't mind too much. It had simply become a part of who Tim was and he wanted to experience that to the full. They had to bend down against his breasts, though still made awkward lumps and bumps visible out through the front of the makeshift top. He was fortunate that he could keep the dignity of his lower half at least somewhat in check, even though he had had to find larger trousers to cover himself up with, of course.

"I know that..." Tim said, trying to move things along, an embarrassed blush tickling at his throat. "Yeah... I think you're right, we can't just sit here and do nothing, even if we can't just wave a magic wand and change back."

They conveniently left out that they wouldn't have wanted to change back anyway, though Max gave Tim a knowing look. It could remain unspoken, just between them.

"It must be around midday now," Rose said with a purse of her lips, glancing up at the sky. "Hard to tell, I don't even know where my watch ended up... Do you still have your phones?"

Max half-shrugged, which was a strange motion for a tiger like him to pull off.

In the kit, he said. But Tim should get it. I might shred another bag if I try.

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He was having a bit of trouble controlling when his claws came out, sheathing and unsheathing themselves so that his paws could be deadly or malleable, enticing, at any time. They had stayed around their little campsite, which had helped a bit with their comforts, though it was surprising still just how much had changed for them and how much of the stuff that they had brought along with them simply wasn't needed anymore.

Chairs? Well, Rose didn't really fit in one anymore, lying down on the ground and using blankets to stretch out without getting her scales damp, even if that wouldn't really have mattered. She still had to pull in all the little human constructs that kept her who she was, who she remembered from not all that long ago.

How quickly everything could be turned on its head. It was a stark reminder to her to enjoy everything she could of life, while she could. They were fortunate that they had got off as lightly as they had with the Fae and that in itself was a rather terrifying thought.

They packed up some of their camp, though didn't know how far to go. It was not workable for any of them to drive the car anymore. Tim was most likely the one who would have been best-placed to do so, even though they were a bit of a daydreamer, but they just wouldn't fit in. No matter how they wedged the seat back and cursed and tried to force the issue, there simply wasn't enough room for all of Tim's tits and the jiggling cocks.

So, they'd have to walk. Leaving the gazebo up and the tents that they had been sleeping in, though Max had chosen to sleep outside for a couple of nights so far, they tested out their new bodies.

Luckily, the forest was quiet. Unluckily, it was quiet enough that they did not come across another soul.

Rose kept a wary eye on the Fae flitting through the trees, though there must have been a mark or magical signature on them that none of them could see, as the Fae left them alone. If they were not Chaldera, the female Fae, or Lark, the male Fae, they apparently didn't have much of an interest in them. Maybe it was something to do with Fae law and culture...

It meant that they could pass through the rich forest undisturbed and Max, at least, was reminded of why he enjoyed camping out there so much. It was soothing to be wrapped up in the warming, emerald glow of the forest. Even the light down on the forest floor took on a different shade, coming down in dappled glory to paint patterns on moss and undergrowth.

It was different to how she had ever seen it before and, well, Rose liked that. She enjoyed getting to see things that, perhaps, she might have otherwise passed by. The transformations, as she slithered and tried to work her awkward, shifting body across the forest floor, forced her to slow down. She had, perhaps, been too focused on her studies before, though it made sense too that she was as focused as she was. She didn't want to waste any of her time at university, not at all, considering the fact that she had, of course, worked as hard as she had to get there initially.

They all had. It was competitive and, well, nothing those days seemed to come easily. Even their lives had very much been switched into hard mode simply by virtue of being transformed. They had stumbled into that...

She grimaced, her breasts making her sway back and forth as she moved. Rose, however, had spent more time than Tim in trying to cover up her body again. She didn't want to have everything hanging out and on show, even if the horse cocks dotted over her body didn't feel as if they were really a part of her. She could feel them, how they wobbled and jiggled, even when they spurted, orgasms coming whether or not she was prepared and alone, but she couldn't accept them as a part of herself.

The tail was something that she felt a little more at peace with, even as they tracked deeper, Max sniffing and pawing at the ground.

I think... He said, screwing up his muzzle in a very tiger-like expression, scenting the air.I think I can smell another cat. Are there any other big cats native around here?

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Tim shook his head, jostling his tits and cocks as he did so.

"No, just the bears, I think. We wouldn't be camping, surely, if there were big cats around here?"

"There are some further north, but, yeah, there isn't enough prey around here for them," Rose clarified. "But the Fae might have transformed others into big cats, that could be what you're smelling."

Max's eyes gleamed and he scratched at a stump, sniffing the flat top where the roughness had been scraped up a little further, just in passing.

Or Ciri.

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It was the best trail that they had to go on, so they followed Max, the tiger's tail curling back and forth lightly as he walked. They had to camp out for another night, a little worried that they would not be able to get back to their camp if they strayed too far, though Max assured the others that he would be able to find his way back. His heightened sense of smell took some getting used to, as if something new was trying to draw his attention back and forth at all times, forcing him to pause and filter through the scents the best that he could.

But he could follow a trail...and follow a trail he did, all the way to a strange little cottage in the forest. It seemed like a hunter's cottage, more of a cabin really, because it didn't come with many amenities, not really. There was an outdoor toilet around the back, though he was sure that there was one inside too, for it did not have any fresh smells around it. But there was a smell of cat around it, strong and musky, as if they had been there recently.

Thankfully for the three of them, it was indeed Ciri that they had found, the tall feline wobbling back and forth, tugging one way and then the other by the weight of her multiple pairs of breasts. They were so big that she obviously struggled to walk, though it was something at least that she too had been left in an anthro form.

Unlike them, the mountain lion that was Ciri remained mostly mobile, though Tim's trouble with mobility was entirely his own fault, truly. She could walk and even run, able to use her hands and the like, though she still had claws and clearly trouble talking. However vague it was in the chaos of what had happened afterwards, she had certainly struggled to talk around her teeth in the original video, which should have, in hindsight, been more than enough to warn them of the trouble to come.

Ciri stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. She grabbed at her breasts, whipping around, for she was only wearing a long, flowing skirt, which nicely covered her lower half while leaving her chest exposed.

"Don't look at me! I didn't think anyone was out here!"

"Wait!" Rose cried out, slithering with clumsy haste; how the hell could she trip over her own tail? "Ciri - Ciri, it's us! Uh, Rose... Tim and Max!"

It was as if she tripped over her own words and forget their names in her taste to get Ciri's attention back on her, though that was more than fair enough, considering all that was coming into play. So much had happened and it was quite as if she wasn't herself anymore. Rose, in fact, had not even had the courage to look at herself in the mirror since her transformation, though there had been a small hand one brought along with her camping equipment. Only big enough to make sure that she was sort of looking tidy, not enough to be vain. Not that Rose had anything to worry about there, no.

Ciri reemerged with her head poking out of the door, a big sheet wrapped around her torso. It was tucked in and tied off just below her bottom pair of breasts, so that a sliver of belly, what remained, was on show. It was kind of fashionable, except for how her chest rose out so much, wobbling lightly, because there was no bra under there to support her in the slightest. It was not as if there would be anything to support her at her size, Ciri's back even broader so that she could better support her breasts simply with the muscle alone. That was all the mountain lion, truly, could do.

"You guys?" She came out cautiously, even though there was little for her to worry about, even if she was just meeting other transformed victims of the Fae. "Max... Wait, who is who? Wait - Rose?"

Rose blushed hard.

"Yeah, I know, I looked different, you can't say anything else there," Rose said, trying to wave it all off. "It's been a trip... But are you okay? We saw your video!"

"And we should have listened to it," Tim added, though Max had taken a step back, shaking his head. "Max, are you okay?"

The tiger on all fours grunted and shook his head. He couldn't communicate with Ciri, as much as he wanted to, as he only had his telepathy that worked between him and his friends. Max hadn't seen any reason to have it expand any further than them, to be fair, because there hadn't been anyone else around at the time. And he had wanted some bargaining power. Damn, it had been hard to think about things when there had been so much going on...

"Ah, he can't talk to you, maybe," Tim said, helpfully, for once, filling in the blanks for Max. "Is that right, Max? Nod if that's right."

Yes, that's right.

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"Oh." Tim drew back, rubbing the back of their neck a little sheepishly. "Yeah... I forgot. Sorry, Ciri, I should explain," he added, for the mountain lion was looking at them in a state of confusion. "Max can speak to us but only us, with his mind. I guess it's limited, I didn't think of that... He can talk to us though, so I didn't think... I asked him to nod..."

Ciri chuckled.

"Well, it is nice to hear some friendly conversation again," she said. "Come around back, I've got a fire... I came out here because I didn't want to have my breasts all tied up, there isn't really anyone out in this part of the forest. I'm surprised you even found me out here..."

"I'm sorry if we disturbed you," Rose chimed in, slithering uncomfortably around the back of the cabin, grunting as a thorn jabbed her scales. "But... Yeah, you can probably get that we want some answers. And you're the only one that we knew for sure was out there, that would be able to tell us something, anything?"

Ciri nodded.

"Yeah, I know... It's nothing to do with me, I just got caught up in it, like so many others... I didn't want anyone else to face transformations but I don't think you will be the last to get in here. The video was pretty crazy and it didn't get out far anyway. It looks like the Fae's magic tampers with internet connection and cell networks, outside local networks. It becomes its own little zone, kind of, but I can't get hold of anything to really help me understand what's going on more widely there."

She rambled a little, working her tongue around her teeth as she talked. Although Ciri appeared to be talking more slowly than she would naturally have done, she was doing a better job of it than she had on the video. Around the back of the cabin was a set of five wooden chairs, set low to the ground, and a fire pit, with a crackling flame leaping in the middle. Some washing, of Ciri's, was hanging on a makeshift line, mugs and cutlery visible through what seemed to be the kitchen window. Even though the outside was a little overgrown, it was all surprisingly homely.

"Have a seat, have a seat," Ciri said, perching and taking the lead. "I've been staying mostly at Sara's house, because there's no one else there, just me, but there are lots of other transformed people running around. It was getting so crazy back there that I thought it might be quieter out here, to get my thoughts together. Strangely enough, that time, I was right."

Rose didn't sit, choosing instead to settle with her torso upright, her tail loosely pooled under her in a couple of coils. The rest of it extended out behind her. Maybe, in time, she would learn to fully coil her tail so that she could rest more comfortably on it.

"That makes sense," she said. "But can't other transformed people talk too?"

"Not many," Ciri said, shaking her head, Max oddly tucking himself into a spot on the chair. "I've been really lonely, they took Sara and Lara away... Oh, I should explain how it all started."

It may have been familiar to Ciri, though telling the story all over again made her eyes water, licking her lips and twitching her whiskers, trying to hold herself together. It wasn't right for a feline to cry, not a mountain lion, but she still had to take in all that had happened, regardless of the outpouring of emotion that seemed to come right along with it, streaming forth with a blazing snarl and a snap of mighty, fearsome jaws.

Her tale was known, how Sara had summoned the Fae with a commission gone wrong, seemingly, and then Lara had got in the middle and aggravated the Fae. She had to swallow hard when she told them about how Lara had been reduced to a seamless blob, though things had got just a little better for Lara after that.

It was both easier and harder for her to talk about Sara. She didn't understand still why Sara was into so many things like that, weird transformations and fetishes, so much so that she had ended up completely indistinguishable. But by taking on more transformations for herself and, in a way, distracting the Fae, she had been able to revert at least some of Lara's transformations. However, Lara had still been left blinded with huge, jiggling horse cocks protruding from her face, so big and so meaty that she couldn't even really turn her head back and forth.

Even if she was not quite as transformed and immobilised, it was still more than enough, enough that she was not herself and never would be again. Not unless the Fae saw fit to transform her back. And they would need a very good reason for that to happen.

"Since then, well..." Ciri trailed off, not sure what to say or where to go, now that she had told the bulk of the story. "Hm... I didn't know where else to go. I stayed in Sara's house, tried to warn people off, but I can't exactly run off to another town or something looking like this, I'll be shot or locked up. Something will happen, something not good... But I wanted to make the video, to try to stop people from coming in, from others getting caught up in this."

"But where is Sara?" Tim said, though they had had to shift their weight and rock back a little, hiding that they were pressing their legs together to conceal a need there. "You said...the Fae took her with them?"

"Yes, that's right," Ciri confirmed. "She was...shapeless, so many breasts and horse cocks... Why is it always horse cocks?"

"Maybe it was Sara's thing?" Tim suggested, though they had to concentrate harder than they were proud to admit to suppress a shudder that wanted to ripple through them. "The horse cocks... The Fae seemed fond of them too."

He failed to mention, however, that he had asked for those transformations. Maybe that could be set aside, at least for the moment.

"We should go see them," Tim said, decisive for him. "We should... How else are we going to help anyone or do anything if we don't deal with the person who started it all?"

Ciri cocked her head, though still somehow looked as if she was trying to raise an eyebrow.

"You don't think you can try to change any of this back, do you?" She scoffed. "Not to be rude or anything, Tim, but I think I've seen a bit more than you... I saw all of this kicking off and, not to be mean either, I'm jaded. I've seen how they lash out and push back so quickly, you don't even have a chance to react. I don't think Sara would have ever tried to get that commission if she thought, in any way, that this would become real."

Something dark crossed her expression, but Tim knew better, even then, than to press it. There were things that could be dug into and, of course, things that were better left for another time, even though he wanted to know what was going on, the greater detail of the transformations that Sara had undergone.

Had she liked them? Did she, like, have an orgasm all that time? Or was it lots of little orgasms, all building up? Did she sense anything around her? Oh, did she even have eyes left? Sara had said that Lara had been blinded and Tim didn't need to dig into anything with himself to understand just why he thought that was hot.

It was just...something that they had always liked. Transformations, even clean ones, fascinated by them in TV shows and movies when they'd bene younger. They hadn't been able to get enough of them, digging into increased transformations, trying to find different forms of media to consume, mostly media in the adventure-fantasy genre. Sometimes sci-fi fit the bill, but they often tended to be more horror-driven transformations, which had their appeal too. As he grew older and discovered a sexual side to it, especially in the furry fandom, Tim had had an easy wealth of content to devour, feeding his enjoyment. Not only privately too, as he had been to a few transformation meet-ups, though he was yet to meet anyone in person who liked quite the same twisted and lustfully depraved things he did.

It was...kind of specialist. Even they would have admitted that.

"No... No, I can't change anyone's mind," Tim admitted. "But I want to see... I don't know, we should see what's happening. Sara and Lara were our friends too, even if we were not as close as you guys were."

He left out, conveniently, that he had chatted with Sara a little more about their transformation special interest, as it had gone into a lot dirtier details than what he thought Sara would be comfortable with hearing. She didn't need to hear everything, after all, when it was most likely not something that she was into. There wasn't an easy way for him to ask that question.

Max growled and lifted a paw, touching Rose's mind with his as he made himself known.

We should see them, I agree, he said, though Ciri couldn't hear him speak. Sara... Well, it sounds like she's happy? But that can't be right for Lara, I don't think. She never seemed like that sort of person.

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Rose pursed her lips.

"It's not as if Sara ever seemed like that kind of person either...but we can only find out by asking. Ciri," she added on, directing her attention to the feline. "Do you know where they are?"

Despite her trepidation, the mountain lion sighed and agreed to take them there. The Fae had a home deep within the forest with magical barriers around it that stopped humans from getting too close, not that remaining a secret was of any importance anymore. Since they had come into open existence, no longer tucked away within the forest and unable to easily, widely affect things within their domain, they merely transformed and played with any humans that came too close. Still, they liked to keep humans out of their private domains, even when they took selected humans home to toy with.

The Fae's home was pure, unspoilt. The trees seemed to tower a little higher there, blocking out daylight, though there was still a cooling, dappled shade strewn over the forest floor. It dipped and undulated around giant, gnarled tree roots that spoke of the age of the forest that they were in, some Fae perched on those roots, drinking out of cups made from leaves. It was not a human life that the Fae led, no, not by any means, their homes set into tree trunks - great trees that were so large around that an entire room, even if small, could fit inside them. There were rockier areas too and small caves that seemed to have been carved out into homes, holes dug out into mounds with small, round doors: more than big enough to fit the smaller bodies of the Fae. They didn't seem all that small, however, when they danced about in the air, flying from place to place as if they really didn't need to spend much effort at all in the art of movement. They were not gravity-bound, after all, like humans were.

And the flowers. Rose had never seen so many in one place before, all with different shaped petals, some folded into cups like tulips (one of the few flowers that she knew the name of, for she had never personally been all that into botany) and others with spread-out petals like daisies. There was a wealth of insects there, even though there didn't seem to be quite enough sunshine to give the plants the nutrients needed: perhaps the Fae and their magic supplied that much for them?

Max growled, the feral tiger taking great care where he stepped. Even though he was happy with his transformation, he didn't know how he was going to live the rest of his life on four legs. It had been the best, quite easily, of a bad situation, however, and he would not regret it, not as he settled into a long, rolling gait. He was just worried about making things worse than they were by doing something stupid like stepping on and crushing a sacred flower or the like. That sounded like exactly the sort of thing that could happen in there, the Fae's domain swelling around him.

Tim, however, had his attention taken up by staring at the few transformed people that were dotted around. There were animals doing things like standing on two legs - a wolf that looked more of a quadruped than a biped, though still managed to do it - and an anthro raven that was holding up a tray of some kind for a Fae. Rather than the transformed people working for the Fae, however, they seemed to be working together, the raven even clacking the edges of their beak together in what Tim thought had to be laughter. It was hard to tell, though no one that was around them, amongst the Fae, seemed upset or angry or being abused.

It was strange... Of course, there were others, obviously, like Lara and Rose, who had been transformed evidently against their will and he very much doubted that everyone that had been running around the town before the forest had wanted to be an animal. Yet there were some that had enjoyed their changes, clearly, and stepped into a new life with all the confidence and poise that they could muster. Even while they were getting used to a new form.

Some were sexual too... He gaped at a lumbering boar-like creature that, despite their animal features, still smiled as they hung out near a group of Fae who appeared to be practising magic, zapping flowers different colours. They were a large boar-hybrid thing too, about the size of a Great Dane, perhaps, though the most striking thing about them was the spiky, bristling protrusion of dog cocks covering their back - all over. As they walked and shifted their weight, the cocks wobbled back and forth, throbbing, trembling balls all clustered around the base of each cock, so many that they could not help but all rub up against and tease one another.

The dog cocks weren't his thing, though he had to resist the urge to rub his sides and his back, imagining, already, just how those would feel as if they were weighed down with even more horse cocks - much, much more. They looked like a porcupine, with the sheer number bristling on top of their back, and the weight of them forcing a creature to adjust their weight and balance themselves must have been simply exquisite.

Wrapped up in his own thoughts, Tim was, for once, quiet.

They seemed to be permitted passage as they were with Ciri and already claimed by Lark and Chaldera, though Ciri did mention, in passing, that Laurel and Taro didn't seem to be around.

"They may well be with Lara," she said, half-lifting her hand sheepishly as a Fae woman flitted in close and then back with an easy flip. "Hey... Arianna... Which way are Lara and Sara again? I've only been once, I think I've lost my way."

Arianna chuckled, entirely at ease.

"They're down by the caves, they wanted a good bit of drainage around your friends," she said, winking as if she was imparting a secret to Ciri. "If you hurry, you'll catch them orgasming again! Oh, what am I saying - they're doing that every few minutes anyway!"

The Fae seemed to take great delight in their fate, though Ciri only forced a smile and waved again, as if she was embarrassed of everything. Tim felt more uncomfortable than ever wearing clothes, for one thing that they had noticed too was that no one else there was wearing anything at all, except for the Fae. Maybe that was the difference between the Fae and the people that they transformed, though it was only speculation at that point.

Ciri seemed to better know where she was going that time, though she still kept her thoughts to herself as they headed down an incline into a shady grove. The trees there were thicker with leaves, as if they were able to draw more sustenance from the surrounding land, leading down to an area that looked like it could have been at the foot of a waterfall. There was, however, only a rocky cliff and a milky-white pool - with two people who were both familiar and unfamiliar beside it.

Ciri mewled softly, the noise escaping her before she had the presence of mind to call it back. She wasn't a cat! That was just what the Fae had made her...

Yet she couldn't help herself from rushing down, ignoring Taro and Laurel for the moment, who seemed to be toying with magically induced orgasms for their charges. The Fae did not look either surprised or bothered to see her in the slightest, though the mountain lion skidded to a halt, her makeshift top flapping up and threatening to expose her breasts.

"Oh, Lara... Sara..."

She shouldn't really have felt sorry for Sara, considering that it was her choice to transform. Sara had got what she had wanted, even though Ciri still had a lot of trouble understanding that. She couldn't even take any of the benefits of being a mountain lion, like running faster or having greater stamina, which she would have liked, with the bouncing breasts on her chest. They were always there, shifting subtly, throwing her off-balance, and she didn't think that she would ever get used to them. Of course, there was also the lingering threat of another Fae taking it upon themselves to transform her further, even though Taro and Laurel had laid claim, in a way, to her already. No other Fae had tried to interfere with her.

She tried to nip anxiously at her lip, forgetting that she had a lot sharper teeth than before. It was just an old habit, a nervous one, one that would no longer serve her. Even though she could live in Sara's house indefinitely, she didn't put it past anyone to have her locked up and studied, though she didn't think any attempts to control the Fae were going to come to any good, if authorities went for that. It wasn't as if the Fae were willing to be governed by human laws.

She wanted to hug Sara and yet all she could do was stand there helplessly, not even sparing the others a glance. Well, yes, Lara, for she was the one who had got the rawest end of the deal, though the ones behind her were just seeing it all for the first time.

She already knew that their faces would be painted in shock. There wasn't anything she could do about that, not in the slightest. She couldn't change things there, no, not when they were taking it all in. Truthfully, Tim had received a pretty extreme transformation too already and Rose was fortunate that she had got them to transform her cock leg back into a tail. The ability to bargain, kind of, with the Fae, was not something that Ciri had spent all that much time considering before, however...

Maybe there was something there.

Rose gulped and slithered backwards awkwardly, only making it a few feet before she got too wobbly, as what she presumed was Lara jetted off with cum. The cocks on her face gagged her and blinded her, though she seemed to have been left with a nose. She still had huge tits, breasts that weighed so much that her body was tugged forward, though it was the lack of limbs that made Rose quail. It was much worse than losing her legs, for she could still get around. Instead of limbs, Lara had cock legs, swelling and drooling, jetting off a thick rope of cum. The woman shuddered and moaned, though it was a muted, quiet sound, one that perhaps Rose was assuming was there because she wanted to fill in the comparative quiet with some good, at least. If Lara was enjoying it, at least a little, that would make it a little more settled in her mind...maybe?

Oh, Rose didn't know what she was thinking. It was not as if she was, in any way, responsible for it. Yet it seemed like Sara asking for a commission, which should have been perfectly alright in the furry fandom, had spiralled terribly, drastically out of control, beyond the limits of anything that she had ever anticipated could be possible. With magic, the world game was changed - and Rose did not know what to do with that information, if she could even do anything with it at all.

Lara didn't have facial features, just horse cocks. It looked like her mouth had formed from a cock, rather than a tongue poking out, and Rose suppressed the urge to shudder. It had been a short while since her cock tongue had appeared and she hoped that it would be a rare occurrence. It was bad enough mopping up the cum spillage that came from the horse cocks when they decided to orgasm...

Her arms, however, seemed to be just breasts too, though it was hard to see where they fit on to Lara's body. Rose really did not feel like she should have been peering that closely at Lara - she probably didn't want to be stared at like that when she was in a vulnerable state, Rose wouldn't have liked it one little bit - but it didn't look like her body anymore. Maybe that made it easier... Rose could not have said. But the breasts were so fat and bulging, squashing up against the huge, natural ones on her chest that spilt down unnaturally to where her lap would have been, that they were hard to see. It was just a blob-like body, the breasts that took the place of her arms with a giant horse cock rising from the centre.

Well, one arm breast had a giant cock in the middle with a shivering set of balls. The other was ringed with horse cocks with a big one in the middle too, nothing about her symmetrical, lopsided and definitely more off-balance than any of them were. Ciri gulped hard and stepped up a little closer to Lara as the other tree watched.

Continued in part two of three.