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CJ gasped softly as Tarw's thick fingers travelled down his bare chest, the brown bat taking a half step backwards in surprise as he tilted his head back to look up into the eyes of the bull. The big guy smiled, his eyes and straight white horns reflecting the light shining from overhead, his arms snaked out to crush CJs wings gently against his chest as he lowered his head and kissed the bat.

Squeaking softly in the arms of that huge bull, CJ thought about resisting his advances for maybe half a second before he started to make use of his long tongue. Tarw bellowed softly and pressed forward, using the advantage of his size to pin the brown bat to the side of one of the pedestals that filled the tent. Not that CJ cared, he'd spotted Tarw as soon as he arrived, he was so big and friendly, welcoming the guests to the farm with a warm smile and a grin and he'd noticed! More he'd lured him here, away from the crowds and other employees to tease him like this. Shivering gently, the bat pulled back from the kiss, tilting his head back to peek up at the big bull, his thick hoof-tipped fingers were trailing down his bare chest again, brushing along the membranes of his wings as he held him tightly.

"Brave of you to not wear anything over your torso," Tarw rumbled, "It is quite cold out there, is your fur enough?"

"Ah, heh I usually have a scarf on or something like that that'll keep me warm but leave my wings free," CJ murmured, blushing softly and squirming a bit, gasping as the bull teased his thick fingers around the rim of his waistband, "

"I see," Tarw whispered, pressing his muzzle to one of CJ's large ears, "Lucky for me you went without mmhmm... let me see everything I wanted," his fingers tugged at the bat's belt, "Well nearly everything... can I?"

"Yeah..." CJ breathed, trembling as the bull unbuckled his belt and let the bat's heavy trousers slide down his legs, revealing his toned legs and the tight pants he wore underneath, the slinky material cupping his package, forming a hefty bulge that the bull clearly liked. He rumbled and pressed his fingers against the large bulge of the bat's balls and grunted excitedly.

"So... my big bat..." Tarw whispered, fingers playing, kneading, teasing the bat's balls, "You ready for a big bull to ride you?"

CJ gasped and pressed his wing hands down along the bull's stomach then let his hands drift lower, gently teasing the bulls prodigious package with a shiver and a gasp, "I... I think you may be a bit big..."

"Oh come now," Tarw whispered, gently easing the bat's underpants down, "I am sure I can find a way to fit," his hand closed around CJ's dick and started to tug on it, gently, teasingly, encouraging the bat to get good and hard, "Just imagine being ridden by a bull, a nice reindeer buck like you being ploughed by a bull like me."

"Mrrrrfff, that'd be nice," CJ gasped, trembling on tiptoes as Tarw teased his shaft, "Except I am not a reindeer, there is no way you'd fit..."

Tarw laughed softly and picked up the naked bat, kicking his clothes under the table before carrying him across the room, one of his hands teasing, tugging, playing with the bat's cock as he leant in to kiss him again. Whatever protests CJ had at being carried off like this were swallowed and drowned by the powerful farmhand's lips on his. CJ barely registered the clopping clang of hooves on metal or the fact Tarw was climbing a set of steps, it was hard to focus on anything else with the bull's hand sliding up and down the length of his dick. Tarw finally broke the kiss and with a whine, CJ arched his back, grinding and humping against that paw eagerly as he smiled up at the bull.

"Oh gods, if you keep this going... I am going to... ooooh please... please...."

Tarw smirked and leant down to whisper, "Not until you can take my whole length," his grin turned wicked and he pulled his paw away and tipped CJ over the railing with a casual heave of his powerful arms. CJ yelped and fell, he tried to use his wings but he had been caught unprepared and hit the surface of the large vat beneath the walkway with a splat! He sank into the thick, warm, oily liquid with a distinctive gloop and found it a struggle to get back to the surface! He got some in his mouth and realised it was chocolate and squeaked, breaking the surface and flapping and flailing with his wings toward the edge. There was nothing to hold onto though, and the thick liquid was hard to stay buoyant in - and as he scrambled at the edge of the large vat, something weird happened to his fingers. They were growing thick and round, the chocolate was solidifying, building up around his hand, wrapping itself about his wings, his body twisting and changing, leaving him crying out and squeaking in alarm as he sank back beneath the liquid confection. His limbs felt wrong, he couldn't feel his wings, his head was heavy, something thick layering over his muzzle, his ears and face, pulling him down, down to the bottom as chocolate solidified all around him! He thought for a second that he was going to drown, but the metal floor he was lying on suddenly started to move, lifting him up out of the goop!

Cool air brushed against his body as the liquid drained through the grilled floor he was lying on, and with a groan CJ staggered to his feet. One... two.. three.. four feet, clacking loudly against the metal floor as it juddered to a halt. He froze and stared down at his hooves, watching in horror as the last of the liquid chocolate covering his body dried out, wrapping his flesh and fur in a heavy layer of solid chocolate! He had hooves, a long barrel like body, a tiny flicky tail and, as he looked at himself in the reflective surface of the metalwork nearby, a long neck, cervine face and a great pair of magnificent chocolate antlers which explained the weight holding his head down.

"See, I told you it'd be fine," Tarw called out from where he was standing above the vat, leaning on a control panel and watching the chocolate reindeer, "Thanks CJ, you will make a fine centrepiece!" he flicked a switch and a blast of hot air slammed into the bat from all sides. He tried to cry out but the best he could manage was a muffled whimper. The chocolate shell he was trapped in was drying out, solidifying, he reared up onto all fours and froze, his body squeezing tightly around him, limbs refusing to answer his desperate demands to move, to run to flee. All he could do was stand still and watch as Tarw ordered a crane to lower down, suction pads attached to his chocolate hide and lifted him out of the vat, swung him over and settled him down on one of the pedestals. Tarw appeared as the crane settled him down and moved two wooden blocks into place for his hooves to rest on and then stepped back to admire his handiwork. In the gloom of the tent, CJ could make out other pedestals, some of them held similar exotic, anatomically correct chocolate sculptures, others were empty. CJ hadn't really paid any attention to them when he came in and oh how he cursed himself for being too pre-occupied with the beef stud who had lured him in here!

Tarw clearly had no interest in playing, of giving the bat anything, he just wanted to add him to his collection of imprisoned statues! CJ whined and tried to move, but his chocolate prison refused to respond, and then he felt a hand gently rubbing his rock hard deer cock. It was the bull, he teased the buck for a moment then slipped around to stand before his head and grinned.

"Don't worry CJ, you'll be well rewarded for your time," he grinned warmly and chuckled, "Of course even when I remove the chocolate I am afraid your days as a bat are over. Only the boss can reverse the change, or you can resist having an orgasm for a week, then you'll change back,"

CJ felt hope swell in his chest at that, that wouldn't be too hard, he could resist, he would resist, but then Tarw continued with a low growl to his voice. "I am sure you'll adapt to your new body in time, after tonight's viewing I'll let you out and plug you into one of our milking machines. I've never known a guy to be able to resist orgasming when hooked into one of them."

He then walked off, leaving CJ trapped, a frozen chocolate confection held in place. Several minutes passed before he saw Tarw walk back over with another person, probably another victim for the chocolate vat but as he watched, the bat noticed that the bull was being obsequiously polite to the blonde-fleeced ram walking by his side. He stopped before CJ and looked up, bright blue eyes examining the reindeer with interest before he turned to address the bull.

"I like, I assume everything has been going according to the plan? Have all the new transformation vectors been tested?"

"Yes boss," Tarw rumbled with a grin, "I've tried them all personally on selected guests, "The bell bracelets work on both settings for anthro and feral. I've got a new farm hand out of them already, he is shaping up to be quite a good guy."

"I am glad to hear it, the bells are the hardest to make, it is hard to imprison the master's voice in a sound based device, let alone capture my own essence," The ram looked up with interest at the chocolate CJ and grinned, showing off blunt teeth, "I see the liquid food additive is a success?"

"Mixed results boss, anyone dropped in the chocolate vat is entirely transformed into an feral farm animal, like CJ here. He was a very handsome bat boy earlier today, it was a shame to have to change him."

"You big sentimental bull," the ram said affectionately, tugging Tarw's head down by his nose ring and kissing him, "What about taking it orally?"

"Less of a change, anyone who ingested it orally only turned partway, they became an anthropomorphic animal. I've got three very muscular guys out of it though, Windsor reports they are very susceptible to suggestion and he's got them out in the barn working away - though their libidoes are off the charts according to him."

The ram laughed and shook his head, "Oh my, well we can always use more farm hands to help run this place. I am sure we can have them indoctrinated, interesting result though, we were sure ingesting it would have the stronger effect."

"I'll have a report written up by the end of the week, sir. I'll forward it to Florin's division at HQ."

"Good, the squirrels will need to review our data and the Master Dominion wants to hear about today's results. He'll..." the golden ram stopped talking and turned to look with a frown at another figure approaching through the gloom of the tent. CJ watched with interest, they were an otter, at least they had the torso and limbs of an otter but the hooves and tail of some kind of farm animal.

"Master Tarw... sorry to disturb you but there are two people at the main office, a grey wolf and a black rabbit demanding to see you."

"Oh hell," the ram muttered, "He's early, come along Tarw, the Master is here," he cast a look at the strange otter, "You, open this tent to the public I think we have enough on display to satisfy them," and then the ram hurried of,f though Tarw lingered and smirked.

"You heard Master Aesc, get this tent open but do not let anyone see yo,u thief," the bull then hurried off after the ram and CJ raged silently inside his prison. He couldn't even emit a muffled moan any more but the strange otter lingered, looking up at him with a pitying grin.

"You picked the wrong day to come to the fayre, friend... still at least you know what is going to happen to you... bye now and ah... good luck later!" the otter then scampered off, leaving CJ to fret and worry silently inside his chocolate prison.

After about ten minutes, the lights came up and the air conditioners whirred to life, and then fayre attendees started to filter into the tent. They wandered around in groups chattering and laughing and cooing over the chocolate statues, and CJ was no different. He attracted a crowd who laughed and chatted, commented on his anatomy. There was no one younger than sixteen in the crowd and from the oldest to the youngest, they all commented, some nodded in approval, others laughed and jeered or made crude jokes and all CJ could do was stand there, proudly on display and achingly hard for all to see. It was so strange, Tarw claimed that he was a reindeer under the chocolate and at first he hadn't wanted to believe him. But as time passed and CJ tried to wriggle his fingers or find anyway to move inside the chocolate shell it became clear he fitted it perfectly. There were no gaps, no possible ways for him to squirm free or move against the restrictive chocolate, and he couldn't ignore that the cock jutting out from between his legs was being held hard and firm inside its shell by a tight band of chocolate around his the base - just like a cock-ring.

Hours passed, crowds came and went, laughing, talking, chatting, and then finally the lights faded down and farm hands appeared as did Tarw. They moved through the crowd and the bull pointed at CJ, walking over to stand before him. "Okay team, this is CJ, he needs to go straight into the reindeer machine, I want a sample of his seed in the process bin by the morning, Flinty, I am leaving you in charge, Nox, Felinus you help him please."

A short white goat and a huge brawny brown bull moved to help the slender brown ram maneuver CJ off his pedestal and onto a large trolley. He couldn't see where he was going, he knew they went outside and across the fayr,e and then they were shutting a large wooden door in front of his face and the brown ram Flinty was prodding his body and examining him.

"Okay, Nox, Felinus, crack open the chocolate shell, peel it off him then get him into the restraints."

CJ tensed, trembling inside his prison, ready to react the moment they released him, he'd be able to run for it, escape. When the moment came and the bull and goat cracked the chocolate shell his mind was ready but his body sadly wasn't. He stumbled free, tripped on unfamiliar hooves and went over with a bleating cry of alarm as he went over. The bull was on him instantly as he weakly tried to get back to his feet, they helped, lifting him up onto all four hooves, but he couldn't figure out how they worked fast enough. The ram and the goat had his hooves shackled and held in place in no time at all. He tugged and jerked at his restraints, but they didn't even clank, he was firmly held in place and then the ram - Flinty - had ducked under his body and was doing something to his junk. Something long and warm was fitted snugly along the length of his shaft and CJ lowed in alarm as he realised what it must be as the ram's small curving horns brushed along his stomach and warm hands reached down to massage his heavy balls. He had to resist, he couldn't give in, he mustn't, Tarw's words earlier about how he had to resist an orgasm to change back hammered inside his head, no no no this couldn't be it!

Those fingers on his nuts however were torture, experience had taught their owners how to massage and tease a reindeer and then the machine started! The tube around his cock rippled and then squeezed down, sucking on him, a rolling, teasing ripple going from the base to the tip. It was torturous and insistent, as soon as the feeling reached the tip of his cock the sensation would start anew from the base, slowly, teasingly sucking its way up toward his head once again. Tossing his head from side to side, he brayed and lowed, panting heavily and trying to pull free but the restraints were too well designed, he couldn't run, couldn't escape and those warm hands continued teasing his balls even as his cock was sucked off. Then the bull appeared nexk to him, he pulled his head down, hands gripping his antlers, hands stroking his neck, brushing his throat, his muzzle, gently petting him and whispering a deep, rumbling encouragement into his ears. It was too much, way too much and so unfair, CJ tried to pull away, tried to hold off on giving in, he could feel his balls pulling up against his body however, churning and then with a deep whimper, he came. Jets of thick sticky seed spurted into the sucking tube to be whisked off down the vacuum pump, he had a lot to give and shuddered, body trembling as he came away his only chance of turning back. All too soon he was spent and the ram was deftly disconnecting his tube and moving over to his machine. He paused to pat CJ on the flank and smiled at him, then nodded to the goat.

"Take CJ here out to the paddock and turn him loose, then report to the boss that we've processed him. Nox, go get the next display piece and bring them in. The sooner we get them all sampled and trapped, the sooner we can go have some fun ourselves."

"You got it, boss," Nox rumbled, the big bull hurrying out to go take care of things as CJ was docilely led off by a hand on his antlers, led across the farm and turned loose into a paddock. He stumbled on unfamiliar feet and then lifted his head as someone called his name, it was Tarw, he was leaning on the railing at the edge of the paddock watching him with a wide grin on his muzzle.

"Looks like you didn't hold out, ah well CJ, welcome to your new life. We'll take good care of you as long as you keep producing..." he pushed off the railing and smirked softly, "Oh and Merry Christmas, the boss is very happy, so have a great holiday season, reindeer!"

~fin