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(F tf Sheep)

A lanky merchant dressed in an assortment of miss-matched colorful clothing sleeps beside his cart of goods at the edge of Angress City. Was he so cheap that he went to sleep here rather than pay for a room at an inn, inside the actual city itself? Or perhaps he was just THAT tired after a long voyage to the city and assumed he was close enough that the city guard would keep vultures off him. Well, if that was the case, he is sorely mistaken.

Most of the area immediately outside the tall stone city walls is a grassy plain before the farmlands even further out, but the traveler stopped on the main road, which is bordered by alternating apple and cherry trees- fruit baring trees that bare their boon in opposite seasons. Hidden in the branches, walking from tree to tree unseen is a woman wrapped in dark brown cloth from head to toe to hide in the night- a thief who spotted the traveler and immediately smelled the easy prey. A merchant and cart, with no bodyguard to be seen, and sleeping in the open where anyone at all could rob him? At this point he sort of deserves to be robbed.

She plopped down on the roof of the cart and dug her metal-hooked toed boots on the edge and flipped upside down off the back to peer inside without having to set foot on the actual ground. His wears are all over the place; there does not appear to be any set theme, it is random items- though they all look highly valuable. She can only take the smaller items since she would need to hustle back to the city undetected while still carrying it all. An ornate ring, a pendant with a giant prismatic gemstone in it, a scepter inscribed with a forgotten language. There was two items left that she could carry but she could only take one of them. One was a very large tome that would normally be far too heavy to carry... except that it had a large hole missing straight through the entire book and spine, so that only about 10-20% of every page would actually be readable. Why did he even have this? Is it actually worth anything? The other looked like a much better option. What appeared to be a sphere of solid silver, etched with runes of an unknown language and what looked like pictographs of... something. It is old- the edges of the inscriptions are rounded from being handled and green-grey tarnish is formed in the crevices, which means it is not 100% pure silver, since pure silver tarnishes black. A bit smaller than a soccer ball, it is heavy but she can still tuck it under her arm and cloak and run with it like that- and so she did. The moment she touched it her mind seemed to slow for a moment. She wrapped it in her cloak to hide it fully and her brows furrowed at the odd feeling. She felt like she was forgetting something important, but could not fully remember what. She heard the yak wake up that had been pulling the cart, so she was out of time anyway, and jumped back into the tree to skitter back to the city with her loot.

The woman is named Mary, and is quite beautiful. Tall and quite fit from her time climbing buildings and jumping from rooftops. Her skin a smooth brown like the cloths the wrapped herself in. Once back within the city walls she unwrapped herself and tossed the cloths over her shoulder with the items bundled inside to carry. If she wore the wraps around her head and face in the city the guards would get suspicious of her regardless of what she was caught doing. She pulled the grate off the basement window of a building and slipped inside- her current lair. Once inside she tossed the cloth over a large crate to use as a table and opened it up to examine her loot more carefully. She had to be careful of what she sells and to whom- if she sells this stuff to any old store without realizing what she held she might get caught if the store owner happens to be in the pocket of a wealthy man who ordered these be brought to the city in the first place. If it is a customized item people will know who it belongs to, and thus immediately know she had to have stolen it.

When it came to the orb, Mary simply did not even know what it was. Is it just some exquisitely fancy dust collector? It is solid, so it isn't a container, it is too large to be an ornament, and has nothing on it that would allow you to affix it to anything. She nudged it with her finger, rocking it back and forth a bit. The bottom is slightly flat so that it can sit on a surface, but the engravings must have been very meticulously balanced, because the sphere keeps rocking back into place easily when she tries to disturb it. Mary smiled warmly, staring off into space for a moment. Her smile abruptly ended when she realized she did not know why she was smiling in the first place.

Mary stared at the orb, again feeling sort of like she was forgetting something. Was it the orb? Did she actually know what it was? Has Mary actually seen the orb before, and forgot? She pressed her index against it and nudged it a bit, holding her finger in place this time. It felt sort of... warm? But it was odd- the silver sphere did not feel warm, her finger felt a warmth coming from the direction of the sphere. Like it was causing a reaction in her that was warming Mary up without actually being warm itself. Her heart felt warm too, and... full? A small, confused smile once again crossed her lips. It was like the feeling of being with family or having fun with friends. Mary took her finger off the orb and the feeling immediately started to fade. It is a magical artifact. It was giving her that feeling, that is the orb's purpose. But... what IS that feeling?

Mary grabbed up the sphere in both hands and held it up, once again experiencing the induced feeling and smiling at the orb. She started to space out a bit, so did not really notice when her peripheral vision became sharper to the sides but blurrier at the top and bottom of her vision. Her pupils stretched horizontally. The feeling of having forgotten something important once again hit her. Is she supposed to know what this feeling is about? Mary only gets more curious about this the longer she examines it. She imagined a field, had she been to that place at some point and forgotten? Lots of green grass, the sun is warm, it seems very comfortable. Without a mirror she does not notice the roots of her hair take a sharp turn; bleaching itself from raven black all the way to a cream color! The coloration started to progress out her hairs from the roots, slowly fading out across her entire head of hair. Her eyebrows also started to bleach, and even her pubes under her clothing! As the color advanced down the hairs they started to bend, turning to waves, then ringlets, then curls, and then tightening to smaller and smaller curls! Her hair pulled up closer to her head as the forming curls caused it to fold in on itself and puff up out from her head! Her ears started to become slightly pointed, and her tail bones extended ever so slightly, mostly just muscle on the surface growing out and pulling the skin there into a rounded point.

The moment her little nub of a tail wiggled itself, Mary snapped out of it! Her pupils drew back in to revert to circles and she put the orb down quickly to see what moved behind her, thinking a rat had brushed up beside her or something. She pulled her pants down a bit to let it out and then squished it between her index and thumb to feel it. A tail. She has grown a tail randomly? A very tiny one anyway. Mary looked again at the sphere. It must have done this, right? But why? And what are those feelings and visions it gives her? It makes her feel almost overwhelmingly happy and content- a feeling she has been unable to find in the real world since childhood. Mary started pouting as she mulled over her options. On one hand she doesn't know what it is trying to turn her into and does not want to be transformed into anything... but also she cannot really sell it if she doesn't know what the hell it even is, or what it is for. She needs to know more about it, and she wants that feeling it gives her.

Mary stood up and placed a single hand on the sphere, this time trying to concentrate and fight the cloudiness; pondering her orb. She let the visions in, trying to focus on the details, trying to identify what it is that the orb is trying to show her. Just a field? There is nothing but rolling grass swaying in the breeze and blue skies with large, tall clouds scattered about creating moving motes of shade across the fields. In the real world a place like this would make Mary feel unnerved. Too open, no shelter- she could easily be seen from any direction and has nothing to work with herself. Too large of a space to read or control- she doesn't like what she cannot control. But in this vision she loves it and feels completely safe, like everything she needs is right there... even though there appears to be nothing there.

In reality she was still oblivious to most of her changes, but still more started to emerge now. Her ears thinned and stretched and gained new muscles in the base to control their movement, allowing the now leaf-shaped ears to pivot to aim toward sounds to hear better. Her tail rapidly started to grow the same cream colored, ultra-dense curled hair on it that covered other parts of her body... wool. Her nails on both hand and foot darkened from translucent to grey, to dark grey, to a near-black charcoal. The nails also became nearly three times as thick as the coloration layered, but for now did not actually change shape at all.

In the vision she noticed there was shade near her even though she was out in a field, and quickly turned to see she is surrounded by sheep! A large herd of them... but she is unusually low to the ground, putting her vision on the same level as theirs? She felt unusually comforted by their presence. Mary knew she would be safe with them around her.

Mary abruptly yanked her hand back and almost stumbled to the floor from how violently she jarred back to reality. She had suddenly remembered that what she was seeing was only a vision and is supposed to be in a basement. The vision is so real that she had become partially lost in it, forgetting herself. Mary still does not understand what the orb is for though. What is the purpose of the vision? Is it trying to tell her something? At this point it seemed like a very intricate bauble for the rich- like a magical version of a kaleidoscope that just shows you something neat for mild entertainment. But that did not explain all the feelings Mary had when touching it- and in particular the feeling of almost but not quite remembering something important. Mary growled in frustration- knowing she was almost recalling something but still unable to fully. She was so absorbed in thought about the chilling absence of the feelings the orb gave her, and trying to puzzle out what she was trying to recall that she still did not notice any of her changes. The tail twitched whenever her train of thought shifted, or something physically touched it or the area around it- but it is so small that a twitch was the most it could move.

Mary set the orb on her night table while returning the other artifacts to her makeshift sack to sell off. She could sell the others as-is. Even if she doesn't know what magic they have been charged with, they are made of fine metals and set with gemstones... she can just sell them as regular jewelry and let the buyer find out on their own what magic they are imbued with. The orb on the other hand had no discernable purpose outside of its magic, so she really needed to figure out what the heck it is. She ate a modest dinner that night and went to sleep. Normally she would be thinking of what she can do with the money she gets from her latest haul, but all she can think of this night is the feelings the orb gave her. She felt so warm, and satisfied. Completely absentminded, no conscious thoughts at all but still somehow fulfilled? Fuck selling the thing- she wanted the orb herself. The orb offered her a bliss money could not afford, but she must not be using it correctly. Mary is still missing something and she cannot figure out what.

Mary's dreams unintentionally mirrored the visions the orb gave her. They started with her selling things and skulking around town looking for prey with heavy pockets. But then when she lifted the coin pouch off one bloke he seemed to vanish into his own clothes; re-emerging a sheep! As her dreams went on, blurring together scenes that had no business being linked together; more and more people were sheep, or turned into sheep, or were human but their voice was replaced with bleating! She tumbled through walls of buildings as they turned to hay instead of brick, stumbled over furniture that was reduced to stones and watched as the cobble road was lifted by grass growing below and consuming the stones, devolving the scenery from a city to a grassy plain. She stumbled into a young man, accidentally colliding heads with him a moment because he tripped too. What gave dream-Mary pause is that his head was adorned with the giant spiraling horns of a ram! In her dream she did not think this was strange in the slightest, and was instead incredibly turned on by it. The size of those horns... he seems so strong as masculine!

What she was unaware of in reality however; is that the edge of her pillow overlapped the night stand, and jostled the orb enough that it rocked back and rolled onto the bed with her- and is now touching her body. Mary's heart beats faster from her dream encounter. Her nostrils seem to fold downward as the end of her nose extends a bit, making her nostrils wider than they are tall. Both her upper and lower jaw extend ever so slightly, and her scarlet lips become cleft at the top- the divot connecting up the middle of the front of her nose. Her lips became more thin. Her pussy clenched in arousal from her dream man, but then it clenched again without having relaxed first- causing it to shrink! Her pussy is becoming smaller, and tighter! What looked at first like two beauty marks also formed on her upper groin- spaced evenly apart.

Mary bleated loudly like a sheep in reality, waking herself up from her dream while being unaware she had done it. When she went to sit up, she unintentionally placed her right hand on the orb. She realized the orb was there at the same moment its effects washed over her- so she could not will herself to remove her grip. The warmth spread through her entire body in a shockwave. No heat; it is not that kind of warmth. A happiness? The warmth of comfort and joy. She grinned without even knowing why she was grinning. So happy!

Mary was so happy she started to chuckle to herself. "Heh... hehe, hah! Hehe-eh-e-e-e-e-e-e-eh!" Again bleating, but paying it no mind.

Rather her mind was not even present- again whisked away by the whiles of the orb. She was in a field and trotting along ahead of the others- curious as to what lay beyond. Surely there must be a landmark SOMEWHERE, right? The field must have an end, something to give her more information as to what is going on. She got to the top of a hill and her heart locked in place and her entire body froze immediately in fear as she seen a wild dog bolt at her at full speed; fangs bared. Before it could reach her two rams flanked on either side, and one slammed into the side of the dog's head, making it yelp in pain and run away as soon as it regained its footing. The ram collided with it with enough force to nearly knock it out. A direct impact with its horns could even split its skull open, so the dog did not stick around.

Mary let go of the orb briefly; her arm flinched from a gentle tickling sensation. A black fur started to form on her forearms and her shins. Unlike the wool it is both black and not at all long or curly- it is very fine, so it does nothing to hide her contours below it, making it very hard to see in the dark of night. She sat up, looking at the orb for a moment with her brows furrowed. The dog attack happened because she wandered from the herd- she did that consciously trying to learn more about the orb. And the other sheep reacted to it. That means what the orb is showing her is not pre-scripted. Is it projecting her consciousness somewhere else? Is there a false reality inside of the orb? Mary hovered her hand over the orb but did not touch it. Her thoughts were so... foggy. It was hard to think; the only persistent thought is that she is forgetting something. In her clouded thoughts her hand slowly sunk closer to the surface of the orb, and she felt the warmth slowly return to her. In reality her heart was tight- anxious and frustrated, trying to figure out what the orb is and what she is forgetting. Inside of the vision her heart is relaxed and warm and... full. She felt her pussy clench again and hummed in pleasure, squirming a bit in the bed, but then her entire body rocked higher on the bed entirely on its own! It felt like something colliding softly into her crotch?! She looked down at herself but there was nothing in the bed with her. Then she felt the electric pleasure of an object sliding up inside of her, penetrating her! In reality her pussy opened as if being spread by something, but there is nothing there. Mary clapped a hand firmly onto the orb and the vision clouded over her vision of reality again, and she immediately seen the ram... ramming her.

She is laying on her back in the vision and the ram is thrusting his dick into her- stretching the walls of her now tiny pussy! The phallus of a sheep is long and narrow- so thin enough that it can actually get inside of such a narrow vulva, but long enough to fill her completely too. In reality her toes curled in pleasure as she rocked up and down on the bed. In reality she is rocking herself, since the ram is not even there, but she is doing it without any conscious input, making it seem like something else is doing it. The dark pink and red hues of her blushing vulva start to diffuse and her labia turn from magenta to glossy black. Her pubes seemed to grow denser, then longer, then paler as the hairs curled more and more- transforming into a plume of wool rather than hair at all. The muscles in her foot from curling her toes seem to bloat a moment, before pulling straight in a direction they are not meant to- yanking the foot itself longer! The bones of her upper foot get pulled together as it is stretched longer and thinner, and start to grow in size- fusing together. Her central toe shrinks into nothingness as the two beside it grow in width and the already too-thick nail grows in proportion swallowing the ends of the widening toes entirely. The smallest and largest of her toes gets pulled back and around the sides as her foot at first looks like it is being folded in half, before fusing. The nails evolve into triangular hoof segments, leaving her with cloven hooves rather than feet at all- what had formerly been her sole was now a cannon bone. Mary still made subtle paddling motions with her new hooves from the pleasure as the phantom ram thrust into her. Somehow the dream-Mary knew the ram fucking her is the same one that saved her from the dog. He is so strong and brave!

The black fur is slowly spreading out, consuming her lower legs entirely and starting to climb up across her thighs! Her pussy was just as wet in reality as in the vision, but in the vision the ram filled her with cum and made her bleat in giddy joy as she shuddered in orgasm with him. In reality, she was filled momentarily with her own juices and squirt all over the foot of her bed as she unintentionally brought herself back to reality when her body curled from the involuntary muscle contractions from her powerful orgasm. This was only enhanced and echoed by new nerves blooming in her groin... as the glossy black flesh of the two marks bled further outward, encompassing her entire crotch, shoving the wool aside! Now the original dots stood out as large bumps united across an entire patch of black, and then the bumps started to push outward on soft hills of forming mammary flesh.

Mary's brow furrowed in utter confusion when she looked for the ram but could not find him. Where is she? She looked at the orb wondering where it brought her, but then recalled this dark place... this is her... home? Oh, right, she was in the grassy area thanks to the orb. She let go of it, so of course she returned here. She went to put a hand on her hot pussy in the afterglow of climax, but instead bumped the two small hills, and is once again confused. Boobs aren't supposed to go there? When she looked down though- her boobs are exactly where she left them under the only clothing she wore to bed- her night shirt- this was a forming udder. Aren't udders supposed to be bigger than breasts though? Or at the very least she would think they are supposed to be the same size... why are hers so tiny? Were they always this small? It is a wonder she attracted such a powerful ram with such pathetic endowments. Mary groped them disappointingly, but as the tingle of pleasure warmed them, they started to firm up and swell out! She smiled and started groping them and tugging the forming teats more eagerly, trying to encourage their growth so she would look better for her handsome ram. Mary is not touching the orb, but the orb is touching her; her body indents the bed, which caused the orb to roll up against her side. Her shirt is keeping it off her bare skin, so she is not seeing a vision. The teats became as wide as they are long, and the twin udder segments ballooned out firm but very soft. As it became larger, a maze of fat veins became visible at its base trailing onto her torso to feed it all the materials it will need to make milk. The teats were like wide cones with rounded ends, and did not point forward or down- they point diagonally off to either side. Sheep are so low to the ground that lambs do not have much headspace to get under their mothers- so the teats are angled to allow them to drink from beside their mom. Her udder segments became just as large as her breasts and Mary rolled onto her hands and knees and stood her legs up onto her hooves to feel the weight on her crotch! It felt really good, it made her proud. Mary has great titties! All the rams will want her! She started to thrust her hips to feel the udder wobble, and her smile widened even more as she felt it growing AGAIN!

What Mary did not notice is that her bare wrist was now touching the orb, and her udders were not growing on their own- they are stealing mass. As they grow still larger and fatter; her breasts shrink and her top becomes looser. The fat insulated mass of the udders is so impossibly soft and squishy, but the skin is taught and the muscle rib that divides the segments is strong, so they jiggle when she jostles and undulate like a water balloon with her more violent movements. Her udders even started to make muffled sloshing sounds as the milk production immediately started into overdrive! Wool starts to sprout in the valley between diminishing breasts, and soon the wool projects further out than her breasts do! Her udders filled with heat and gentle pressure, doubling in weight quickly as they filled and grew at the same time! Her breasts dwindled, and then even the nipples were flattened by the skin pulling taught across her chest, and then the coloration of the areola faded away as she forgot she even had them in the first place. The wool then started to spread out over the grave of the former breasts, forming a triangular patch of wool across her chest.

The pressure collected and concentrated to her fat cone teats and Mary started to moan as the pressure became almost itchy. Her moans became higher pitched and quickly degraded into stuttered bleats! Beads of white formed around the surface of her ebon teats and slowly collected and rolled lower and fell to the bed under her. Mary's little pom-pom tail vibrated back and forth over her. Her body shivered in pleasure of the growing bounty. The milk started to trickle, then with a loud long bleating in pleasure, her teats erupted a short but powerful stream of milk in either direction! The force of the stream scratched the itch the pressure created in her teats, playing with the pleasure nerves from the inside out.

Mary collapsed on her side, exhausted from what almost felt like an udder-orgasm. She needed to catch her breath; she was bleating so much she winded herself. Something was wrong though. This situation seemed strange, unnatural. Something had changed but she cannot think of what. She wants to just give in to the pleasure and grab the orb and return to her happy place but at the same time there is an annoying, nagging feeling that something is wrong. When she flops over the orb gently rolls over, following the impression on the mattress and gently nudges up against her belly and lightly brushing the upper curve of her udders. She feels very warm, making it harder to catch her breath because now she is somewhat panting too. Wool spreads on her chest in a narrow strip down and from her crotch up, trying to connect in the middle. More wool starts to sprout on her upper back as well now! Grrr, what was she forgetting?!

Mary grabbed the orb with her hands, though did not move it from where it was, because she was still too tired to actually get up anyway. The nagging feeling of wrongness and forgetting immediately faded and she was filled with giddy bliss again, and the grassy field faded in across her vision. In the real world though, her body started to shrink a bit, causing her shirt to momentarily become loose on her again... before the wool started to take care of that. It continued to grow longer and denser, puffing out further and further off her body, filling her very loose top now entirely with wool like she was wearing a pillow! Her body only shrank a little overall, and a little more in only select places, eliciting cracking and popping sounds from her bones in rapid fire as they were forced into a different shape. Her thighs became a bit longer horizontally and her hips changed shape, causing her legs to get yanked up so they stick straight out- no longer able to easily bend in the same ways as before... no longer able to stand on two legs. The wool started to stand out on her lower back, consuming her midriff and lower body now too- though her limbs seemed immune, and instead gained a coat of fine black fur.

Her hands stretched longer, then more narrow- looking like they were being forcefully folded in half and then fused together in that position like her feet had been. The multitude of tiny bones that make up her hands grew together, reshaping into an inflexible cannon bone. This however caused her ability to grip to fade away, causing her grasp on the orb to drop. The orb was still sitting against her so the effects did not abruptly end- but it caused her vision to fade in and out as she attempted to re-grab the orb several times and failing. Mary looked down at it, trying to figure out why she could not grab it anymore. She seen her cloven hooves but did not understand why she could not grip it. It did not occur to Mary that she isn't supposed to have hooves in the first place, and that IS the reason she cannot grip it. Flipping back and forth between reality and the orb's vision though caused her brain to finally click!

Oh gods! That is what she is forgetting! That vision she keeps seeing isn't reality! She has been futzing with the orb so much that she forgot that what she was seeing is just a vision, not reality! Why would a sheep live in a basement?! Mary is a cute sheep, she is supposed to be out in the fields, the orb had confused her into thinking she was a human for some reason. Why would anyone make an orb to do that? What was even the point? She needed to use the orb to turn her back to normal so she could go home... her real home, that is. That is what the field is; it is a farm plot far out on the edge of Angress- at the edge of the plot is a grassy field that stretches on seemingly forever, because no one owns that land yet- the city has not expanded that far. But she can't go back as a part-human freak!

Mary cannot hold the orb properly so she uses both front hooves to shove it into the cleft of the top of her udder, wrapping as much bare skin around the tarnished silver sphere as possible. She panted and bleated as the magic entered her body now with enough strength to be felt on its own- a rippling wave of warm tingling, pulling her body into a different shape from the inside out. The wool filled her shirt so severely that it started to tear at the seams! Her neck grew a bit longer and a good bit thicker, and her face started to push out slowly as her voice distorted- the reverberations in her voice becoming more severe. The bridge of her nose became wider with a loud pop and leveled itself with her forehead. The brown color of her skin became hidden as the black fur that is on her limbs also started to grow from the edges of her face forward to consume it all. The wool advanced up onto her neck. The longer her face stretched the further upward the bridge of her nose and forehead was tilted, till eventually the muffled cracking sounds started to slow and her nose and forehead were pointing straight up! Her face had grown long enough that her eyes were forced out to the sides of her head- like a prey species. Not a particularly long muzzle- sheep have heads shaped roughly like a rounded triangle.

Mary bleat in confusion at the orb pressed into her. Why was she holding this thing again? What even is it? Touching it did not seem to do anything at all, so she just ignored it and stood up off the bed, clopping down onto the hard floor and trying to look for a way out of this dark place. She needed to get back to her herd!

The traveler found her the following afternoon. Mary had been baahing relentlessly so the shop owner upstairs went to complain only to find an abandoned sheep in place of Mary. Once the odd sheep was brought to light, the traveler found his missing artifacts and sighed.

He put on a thick leather glove before trying to pick up the orb while looking at Mary and shaking his head. "Well, made a right fool of yourself haven't ya? The orb is a cursed artifact- bestows the mind of a sheep on whoever touches it, and once the body is convinced it should be a sheep... well..." He motioned over Mary. "Now you are a sheep. No undo button on this thing I am afraid. To turn you back you would need to still have humanity to force the incorrect shape out of you, but you forgot yourself entirely- the old you simply doesn't exist anymore. Can't turn you back if you don't exist." He opened the sheet to see the other missing artifacts, once again shaking his head, speaking to the sheep even though he knows she can't understand him. "Didn't you think it was weird that I would be out in the middle of nowhere without any sort of escort? I am not a merchant; I am transporting cursed artifacts for proper disposal. Everyone else is smart enough to not try and rob me, because literally everything in my cart is cursed and can probably kill you."

On the bright side... Mary did not mind. In fact, she is incapable of minding because she cannot remember being human in the first place to be able to miss it. That blissfully content feeling she felt when touching the orb? That is her life now, she does not need the orb for it anymore. The feeling of being safe and comfortable in her herd as they transported her to the very field the orb had shown her. She did not need to steal anything to survive here, she did not need to hide from anyone. She did not live in a dark, cold basement- she lives with a loving herd in the sun and gentle breeze. She would find her handsome ram again as well. Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. Though her wool is pale, her actual fur is still as black as a starless sky, reflecting closer what she once had.

So, bah bah black sheep. Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir- . . .