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(F anthro Wolf/Horse slow tf anthro Cow)(Romance) Kylie was always a good looking woman, though beauty can manifest in different shapes, and she was certainly a different kind of beauty back then. The people of Terio Carn take beast aspects that reflect their personality as they age, and when she was young, Kylie first adopted the traits of a black dog- bushy, upward curled tail and floppy ears. Dog is quite common among children as first forms, so this came as a surprise to no one. One’s beast aspect is based on personality- it has no connection to genetics whatsoever, so what her family members become has no influence over her own form. She grew up in the tight-knit roads of the edges of Blotty, one of three major cities in the sea-side kingdom of Pisces. Her parents were never particularly well off, and thus could not move to one of the more... family friendly cities. Blotty had a reputation of being populated by thieves and oddballs. The city has twice the population you’d think it does, because it is so compact- the buildings are all close together creating a shadowed network of maze-like lane-ways between them, that facilitates the getaways of many a thief. One of which... was her father. He did well enough on his own, but he made the mistake of forming an alliance with others in an attempt at a much larger heist. Instead of coming out of it with enough money to retire to a better city and an honest life- he and his wife both ended up dead. So, Kylie and her brother and sister all changed. Without parents, they had to harden against the coldness of the world, and try to get jobs much earlier in life than most. Kylie herself grew up into the form of a different canine- a wolf, but kept her black fur. Paw pads in her hands to allow her to run on all fours if needed, her nails turn to only somewhat sharp claws. Her entire body covered in a pelt of black fur- which was already a mark of someone leaning heavily into their beast aspect... typically a sign of dehumanization, or isolation from others. Full muzzle full of fangs but in the shape of a horse! Her ears stood up; gone were the floppy playful ears of youth and now erect triangles standing alert and ready. She has hair in addition to the fur, but there is no difference at all between the two other than the hair is simply longer, and grows down the back of her neck, following the formation of a horse’s mane. Her breasts are C cup, but her pectorals are so large and taut behind them they are sort of unnoticeable in spite of their perfectly reasonable size. Her abs are stacked up like a brick wall especially- while her arms and legs are much more lean, less noticeable musculature- though still strong. Her feet had only just started to morph into paws when her horse traits started to assert themselves and then quickly shifted toward hooves instead- this created a rather awkward two weeks where she couldn’t really walk properly. She had to rely on her siblings to protect her while she waited for the bone structure in her legs to start to make sense again. She grew a horse’s tail too- but unlike horse hair, the hair of the tail is soft like wolf fur. She wears a large golden tail ring to guide the tail through the back of her clothing- the only real luxury she ever afforded herself. The ring is larger than it needs to be for her tail, so she can draw back the end and trap it under the ring as well, keeping the long hair in a loop so it doesn’t get in the way. But now? Now she had done what her father failed to long ago- she saved up enough to move elsewhere, and get a normal job. The three siblings’ business in Pisces had finally been wrapped up, so they immediately cut ties to their birthplace, split their savings and went their separate ways. Kylie did not wander very far though- simply across the way. Granphur’s Sound links two sections of the ocean, dividing two of the three biggest landmasses by a relatively narrow channel. On one side you have her birth kingdom of Pisces, and across the way you have Stonewarf- her destination. Though a very large kingdom possibly even a little bit larger than Pisces at least by population; Stonewarf is unique in that... it is both the kingdom and its sole capital. There are no other cities in that kingdom- they all grew together, erasing the borders between them, creating a singular city that just keeps going, and going. So, she traded one seaside kingdom for another. She did not even get a new job- she remained a mercenary in Stonewarf... she just deliberately signed on to a league of lesser repute. Rather than guard duty or assassinations, she was getting jobs to carry groceries for the elderly or help lug equipment and materials for artisans. Rather than separate cities; Stonewarf is divided into three major districts that span vast tracts of land, and due to her not having a particularly large sum of money- Kylie moved into the Whitegrass district, which is the kingdom’s outer edges. Older wooden home on a small plot. Was probably a ranch at some point, got downsized by the neighbouring ranches till the previous owner just gave up on it. It is an older place so the doors and floorboards creak a lot, but, whatever- the salty sea air has hardened the wood, its still sturdy. Kylie had nothing but open fields and wooden log fencing around her- she could see the edge of the land in the distance from her own house. Back the other way, toward the kingdom’s heart, there was a nice market district and a few good pubs nearby. Kylie chuckled at the intimidated looks from the men around this area, when they see a woman much taller than they are, and probably strong enough to fold them like laundry. She enjoyed the new work helping much kinder people, just doing mundane tasks. She did have a hard time shaking a sense of unease though. She spent most of her life always looking over her shoulder, always ready for another fight. Now suddenly... there was no fight. Part of her enjoyed it, of course, but she could never fully relax. She didn’t know how to fully relax anymore, it felt unnatural to her. But in her many trips back and forth she would always pass a fool who loomed around the circular roads of the markets. Dressed in an outfit of clashing colours that looked to have been patched together from at least ten other articles of clothing. A shame he spends his days deliberately acting like an idiot- he is otherwise rather handsome. His ears are tall and usually stand erect- between this and his tasselled tail one can easily identify half his beast aspect as that of a donkey. His base brown hair is to his chin if you were to actually straighten it, but he wears it mussed up- licking this way and that around his head. His eyes are green, but such a dull, de-saturated green they almost look grey in certain light. His ears have fur on them, but off their base it forms a bristly triangle of fur down the back of his neck and just tapers off on his upper back, leaving the vast majority of his body naked under his clothing. Likewise the fur on his tail forms a wide but short triangle up his lower back before ending. The legs of the fool in contrast take after an entirely different beast- his flesh on them is grey and forms banded scales down to feet that are very much avian in nature. Three toes in the front, one behind, all tipped with relatively small talons. His hands also take after this- in spite of being entirely human in structure they are still tipped with small talons, and the flesh is grey and leathery on the inside, and banded grey-brown scales on the outer facing side. He is part Mockingbird. A perfect pairing for a fool... he can be an ass while mocking people. Both a mockingbird and donkey share the same brown-grey colors. Kylie paid little mind to him at first- having no interest in his silly games. But he puts on his act in the busy market- forcing her to pass him many times a day. His act held no interest for her, but she did feel his eyes glance her way. He was making note of her frequent presence as well. He tried to incorporate her into his act once, and she immediately bristled. She hated the attention and wanted no part in it- and it was obvious, so he quickly derailed. He is a fool after all- his entire act is being awkward and stumbling over himself in front of everyone. Though one day she found him off to the side, not preforming any acts, just leaned against a building with his fool’s cap off. Kylie smirked as she passed. “Finally some peace and quiet around here.” He huffed. “Truly, you wound me madam.” He heaved himself upright off the wall. “Though now that I finally captured a modicum of your attention, I would very much like your opinion on my show.” Kylie rolled her eyes. “I didn’t watch it.” “Exactly. What repels you from it? What can I improve?” She froze for a moment, not really knowing what to say. “I am just not the joking type, I guess. Have enough things to keep me busy, don’t need a fool to dance for my amusement.” He took out several red balls from his bag of tricks on the ground beside him and started to casually juggle them like it was second nature. “But you still rest, no? It is good to take breaks, and watching someone else is a great way to forget yourself.” He dropped one ball, then leaned forward to try and catch it which caused all the other balls still in mid-air to bounce off the top of his head. He smiled nervously at having messed up his act. Kylie sighed. “You dropped it on purpose.” “Did I? Where is it then?” Kylie looked down and then around herself trying to find the dropped ball, but they were all missing. By the time she looked confused back at the fool he was juggling them all again like they had never fallen. He held up his left hand and the juggling balls plopped one after the other into his sleeve. He then straightened himself, reached into his right sleeve and pulled out a bouquet of flowers- except at the end of every stem was one of the red juggling balls instead of a flower, and offered the bouquet to Kylie. She smiled nervously and just held up her hand, denying the odd gift. “You can preform actual magic, but deliberately screw it up. I just don’t get it. I am just not your target audience. I mean... I don’t want to be mean or anything. That IS a cool trick, I just... it seems like a waste to use obvious talent like...” She motioned over his multi-coloured outfit. “That.” He shrugged, clapping his hands together over the bouquet and somehow returned its form to just regular balls and nothing more. “Fair enough. Though at least I am far from the worst waste of time. We have King Harold up in the Siren’s Throne as the only sea creature that is unaware of what the sea looks like. If it wasn’t for the Queen pulling him by his strings, we may have mistaken him for a corpse.” Kylie laughed at that. The fool immediately smiled back and pointed at her. “Ha! There it is!” Kylie smiled now in a bit of embarrassment, having been played by the fool. “Fine, fine. How do they normally tip you for a show, a silver?” He held up a hand, backing up and resting against the wall he was originally on again. “Oh no, you don’t owe me anything.” She cocked her brow. “You work for free now?” “No, I still get paid for smiles. And yours just made me smile. So, that makes us even.” Kylie froze up again for a moment before smiling timidly and started to awkwardly walk away. She paused only a moment to look back at him. “What is your name anyway, fool?” “Hmmm, well since you aren’t fond of my show, how about riddle of sorts as a pleasant distraction instead. What inspiration did my mother draw on to name me? Figure that out- and you will know my name.” “Hmm...” And so rather than try her best to find routes to avoid the fool, Kylie started to pass by, and look back at him. He would always smile warmly at her and nod knowingly to her glances, she would just give a timid half-smile back. It took her almost a week of occasionally thinking about what he said before she passed him again at the end of a day and smirked. “Drew. ‘what inspiration did your mother draw on’, the past-tense of draw is Drew.” Drew bowed. “Well done. I knew it was only a matter of time, but hopefully having to think about it provided a bit of amusement.” “Kylie. Is... my name. I guess, since we traded a smile for a smile before, the cost of a name should be another.” His smile widened. “Keep it up and you’ll be my best paying customer!” She just rolled her eyes and continued home. At home, since there was still daylight, Kylie has been slowly trying to work on her aging house to fix it up a bit. The place didn’t even have a preserves cellar- so she was working on that for now, building it under what had formerly been a small barn for animals. The elder wood of the floor she needed to break off first was giving her a bit of a hard time. The saltwater air over time had virtually petrified the wood- while the moisture evaporates back out of it, the salt does not, gradually mineralizing the wood. But... she is enormously muscular for a women, this still should have been easy. Why is she... struggling? Kylie looked at her clawed hands. Her sleeves are a little bit loose too... is she... shrinking? Because beast aspect is tied to personality... you technically never stop changing. People get more set in their ways the older they get, so, typically you change a lot less over time, but there is absolutely nothing stopping change from happening still regardless of age. She always imagined her physical strength to keep stacking up over time, like experience. But... she isn’t fighting anymore. Kylie isn’t in danger anymore or having to bail her siblings out of danger. So is she... getting weaker? She wants her current line of work, but the thought of getting weaker as a result was downright terrifying to her. She still looks plenty strong and is considerably larger than most people, anyway, so the difference is minor, she supposes. Drew is only as tall as the middle of her chest. And because he has avian shaped legs from the knees down- he is definitely not short. She had planned to get a lot more done, but barely cleared off the old planks from the floor by the time the sun waned. Kylie wandered back out in the orange light of the dusk sun, closing the barn slowly, then turned when she heard a woman shout out in a panic! Kylie’s fighter instincts kicked in and she spun around on high alert- but, as soon as she glanced away from the ocean the sunset was directly in her face, forcing her to squint and she could still barely see anything. Her neighbour is in trouble? Kylie took a few steps forward before she caught a giant object flying at her from above in her peripheral vision! She leaps to the side and between her and the barn, a giant stone block slams into the ground! With a shimmer of pale blue light, the block then crumbles into several smaller blocks. Her neighbour runs across her large flat yard, leaps over the fence and runs up to Kylie- but by then was so out of breath she just doubled over with her hands on her knees to catch her breath for half a minute before she could even talk. Her neighbour is a tiger woman apparently, though instead of white fur she is bare flesh wherever white would have been on an actual tiger. She has no muzzle at all- perfectly human face. Dressed in baggy pants covered in leather straps with various tools in them, and a dirty vest. She has a rather petite, womanly frame for being a tiger. Her long striped tail lashes around randomly behind her quite energetically. “Oh my God, I am so sorry! I honestly hadn’t even realized someone moved into this place or I would have been much more careful!” To be fair- it is not like Kylie looms around at home very long. Spends most of her day back and forth working, so the tigress probably kept seeing no one home and assumed the house was still vacant. A twelve foot tall golem lumbered up behind her and started to casually collect the stones that made up the block projectile that almost killed Kylie. The golem has no head and its arms are much larger than its legs- the torso is vaguely humanoid but also shaped like an upside-down teardrop. The golem oddly is also adorned with a feline shaped tail composed of rounded stone cylinders tethered together by whatever magical energy animates it. The tail matches its master, but serving no practical use. The tigress spoke up again. “Ah! S-sorry I should introduce us! I am Anna-” She motioned at the golem who did not stop what he was doing. “-and this is Valentine. As you can probably guess- I am an Automancer.” Kylie nodded. “Not too many of your kind this far out in the sticks. Must have a monopoly.” Anna blushed. “Eh, kind of just in an engineering phase at the moment. Experimenting and improving my work so... not really doing any business at the moment.” She scratched her head when she spoke and Kylie immediately noted her right hand is made of mostly stone. “Your whole arm gone?” “Eh?” Anna looked at the limb as if she herself had forgotten it was even there. “Oh, yea, right to the shoulder.” She turned to better show Kylie. “See the ring at the top? Solid tungsten, bolted directly to what little bone was left of my original arm, that is the foundation seal. It only uses a partial simulacrum because its networked into my own chakra.” She opened and closed the hand a few times. “The only thing that sucks is because I obviously can’t feel anything through this arm- I have no idea how hard or lightly I am holding something. I typically leave the finer motor skills to my left hand, otherwise I end up accidentally crushing things in my right.” Anna ended up rambling on about all sorts of tricks she has learned in Automancy and how various golem types work, and how different people have different types of willpower that could affect the simulacrum that powers the golem. Kylie could barely keep up with anything she was saying but it sounded kind of cool. And she didn’t have anything else pressing to do, so, Kylie just kept asking about random stuff and listening to the neighbour talk. Never would have done something like that before but, it was kind of nice. And... probably good to know some of this stuff since Anna can apparently fire wagon-sized stone projectiles at her house on complete accident. Over the next few days though, Kylie was extra paranoid about her body. She deliberately took some of the harder jobs, hoping the heavy lifting would help her build her muscle back up, but... found herself struggling. More and more, her muscles ached and she faltered. Trouble picking up and putting down things she could haul easily before. She used to embarrass other people around her by how easily she could do what they struggled with, but slowly she finds herself struggling with the very same things. Her clothing was starting to get baggy too! It was like she was watching her former self melting away slowly! She keeps forcing herself to struggle through the harder tasks though, refusing to take the easier jobs. Typically the more you use your muscle the bigger and stronger they get, if she pushes herself she should be able to build herself back up to where she is ‘supposed’ to be. But it keeps not working. Because it is a beast aspect, which ignores existing physical condition. Then, one day on the way back from a job she spotted Drew again, but this time just wearing normal clothing. She froze up immediately when he looked at her because she was not used to seeing him like this at all. He is downright hot when he isn’t dressed as a literal clown. “Hey~ decided to take a day off, I know you aren’t a fan of my fool getup.” “Uh... y-yea?” “Sooo... I am not really good at this so I will just come out and ask directly- you want to go out? For dinner?” His expression became increasingly nervous as the silence continued- Kylie utterly froze up, not knowing what to say! A BOYFRIEND?! She has never had a boyfriend! She never even thought about getting one! She spent most of her life kicking the piss out of boys or outright murdering them in violent battles. Dating was literally never a thought she had in the first place. But he is handsome, and nice. She wouldn’t mind getting to know Drew better. But why is he asking? Especially NOW. Why now? Is it... her body? She is looking softer, smoother, more feminine because her strength has been draining away. This weak body isn’t her! If he wants her because of that, he can just fucking forget it! B-but she doesn’t know that is the reason, and obviously if she asked him outright he would lie even if it were true, so that would be pointless. But she also can’t just refuse him based on an assumption. So, she agreed, reluctantly. Kylie was in her own head the whole night going back and forth on the whole thing, never sure she should even be there. But Drew is very kind, and just waited patiently for her often delayed reply. It wasn’t like he was particularly used to the dating scene, either. Not many people want to go out with a literal fool. He had grown a bit of a scruffy beard, which made him look even more handsome. His tail ring was ornate but just made of treated wood. He is quite well dressed overall, you’d mistake him for a businessman not a clown. Apparently he knew some actual magic- not just street performer’s sleight of hand. Though, just minor spells, nothing that would make even an amateur Magi blink. He insisted he pay for the whole dinner- and he didn’t bring her somewhere cheap, either. She assumed he was making chump change, but he was far from broke. Most people just toss him the loose coppers in their pocket... but, beside the market? They end up having quite a few loose coppers, and it is a high traffic area, and he is good at his job. He knows his usual audience and can always coax a laugh out of anyone- so he ends up making a damn good bit of coin. That is why Kylie caught his eye originally- she never laughed. He knew he was doing well- everyone else was laughing, but she didn’t even smirk. Which meant she needed the laugh most of all. Kylie had a good night, she enjoyed being with Drew, but her enjoyment seemed to have the opposite effect on her as most people. It caused a building tension in her chest, like she was getting increasingly deeper into somewhere she did not belong. She likes him... which means she shouldn’t be with him. It felt like leading him on- she is like a fish out of water in this sort of situation and felt like she was only pretending to be a normal date for him... which doesn’t feel right, when he is so genuine. They stepped out onto the cobble street again, after the sun already vanished while they were eating. Drew took a deep breath of the crisp night air, looking back toward the direction her house is in, is also toward the ocean from this angle. At the outer edges of the kingdom though, the shore is far below a sheer cliff, so you couldn’t get to the beach from anywhere near here. Unless you were an anthro with wings, and took the express route down. All the ports the kingdom is best known for are in the Treasure district- the heart of the kingdom. Kylie finally spoke up, the tension in her chest almost strangling her. “I... we... I had a great time tonight. But I... I don’t know why I said yes to this in the first place.” He smiled a bit nervously. “W-well, usually you say yes because you want to do it... but I take it that wasn’t the case?” She let out a bit of nervous laughter. “I didn’t know! I have never gone out with someone before, and... I don’t... like, relationships are so... not me, y’know?” “But if you had fun..?” “But I am in a sort of weird place right now. I know I moved here a while ago but I am still kinda settling into the sort of life Stonewarf has to offer, so I am just kind of... confused.” “Well that is fine! It isn’t some sort of contract, we just do it until it isn’t enjoyable anymore, whether that is tomorrow or years from now.” He sighed. “If you don’t want it, you can walk away at any time, I am not going to get upset. But, don’t give up on it just because of what it could turn out as. I am not going to feel like I am being strung along if you choose to stop later.” “Y-yea. Sorry, I am just... a fish out of water in these situations and I make myself nervous.” “Yes, well that is fine- I have never really dated anyone before.” He motioned into the distance. “Can I walk you home at least? It is a beautiful night.” “Y-yea, of course.” His steps made quiet clicks- the talon tips of his feet tap the stone road, while Kylie’s steps make sharp clops from her horse hooves. After a while of silence Drew speaks up again. “So... what did you do before you moved here?” “Mercenary work- but, higher profile stuff. Fighting and killing sort of contracts in Pisces.” “Decided it was too dangerous?” She shook her head. “Had enough money to do something less dangerous finally, and took care of unfinished business. My father ran with an unsavoury sort, and got betrayed and the bastard killed my father and mother. Wasn’t expecting the three kids to fight back.” “You tracked down their killer? So he is behind bars?” Kylie laughed louder than she intended at that. “No, no. We tore his jawbone out of his skull and let him bleed to death slowly out the hole that used to be his mouth.” “....good lord.” She glanced down at him then back forward as they walked in silence a ways again. “So, don’t lie to make me feel better- you’ve totally been with other women before. Handsome guy like you?” He blushed. “Wa-ha ha, well, I never said I was never with a woman before- I said I never DATED before.” She motioned to the wedding ring on his hand. “So you were married without dating?” Drew got quiet for a moment, idly rubbing the ring with his other hand before speaking up again. “We were childhood friends. We promised we would marry each other back when we were still little kids, heh. No dating required. Said it was because I always made her smile.” Kylie took a deep breath- but Drew answered before she had to awkwardly ask. “Illness. She was always weak, got sick very easily. Youth offered her enough strength to counterbalance it, but as she became an adult she had to remain indoors most of the time, and eventually that wasn’t enough, either. She died happy, though.” “And here I am complaining about being nervous about committing to anything... it must be so hard to try to start again like that.” “Mmm, not so bad. She would have wanted it too anyway. Because like myself- she just wants to see people smile.” After such a memorable night, Kylie decided to shelve her worries for the time being and continue dating Drew. She had faced many savage enemies on battlefields, it would seem foolish to run from something like this. It was not till their sixth date that Drew took her out to the Seafoam Spires after dinner. Beyond her home at the south-east edge of the kingdom against the ocean, the spires are quite a landmark. Islands held aloft on narrow spires of stone far above the ocean waters, cut from the original landmass by the waves. The small island-like flared peak of each spire is connected by a web of small bridges that lead back to the main landmass. Breathtaking sights, but also terrifying if you are afraid of heights because the ocean is like forty meters down. Apparently they were formed by ancient geothermic vents- which caused the spires to be made of flame-forged earth, so when all the soil and stone between them crumbled into the ocean- the spires remained standing. There is a high concentration of buildings around the edge before the first bridges out to the spires- but it is actually illegal to build a structure over two floors high there, because it would block the view of a major tourist spot, so all the buildings are relatively small. The tops of the spires are mostly green- some parts with spongy moss and the rest with grass. The spires only have so much soil on top of them for grass to grow in, the rest is solid stone- but moss has no problem growing there. The bridges are very narrow and rather thin- but they are also made of stone and obviously well maintained since this is a tourist location. They are large enough and far enough apart below that some smaller boats will occasionally pass under them without worrying about hitting anything- the shade cast by them attracts fish, so it can be a wealthy fishing location. It is a convenient place to sight-see too; since they are only a fifteen minute walk from her own yard. Because of how flat the land leading up to them is- you cannot really see the spires themselves from her yard but you can see the buildings lining the shore right next to them. But of course Kylie never seen them till Drew took her. Then back to her place to drop her off. As they approach her house Kylie sighs. “You... I guess you’ve noticed I have been changing a bit.” “Sure, that is to be expected- you shifted your lifestyle quite a bit. And your location too.” “You... probably think this form is better, huh?” “Well, that is a loaded question if I ever heard one.” “Unintentional...” “I don’t really look at people like that in the first place. I mean, obviously I proffer some things over others, but that doesn’t make them better than others. Even if I like one thing less than others- I still appreciate it for what it is.” She smirked. “The safe answer.” “True answer!” He sighed. “You probably haven’t stopped changing yet, so, it is unfair to ‘rate’ your body in the first place. You don’t rate someone’s outfit while they are still getting dressed, do you? But, looking at things logically, this is more than likely the better form.” “What do you mean?” “Your last form was born of strife, right? Necessity. You don’t NEED anything from your body really right now, so anything you get from it is going to be closer to the real you. It is more likely going to be more authentic.” He could tell she was still tangled up in her own thoughts about it, so he managed to hop up on his tip-toes and steal a kiss from her. A few moments later the two tumble backwards through the front door, plucking at one another’s clothing as they shuffle together to the bedroom in time for her to collapse onto her back on the bed. She wasn’t just weaker than before- her actual body is a bit smaller- the top of his head is as high as her collar bone now. Formerly her entire body was coated in black fur- getting longer in places like her forearms and collar, but the fur was now completely gone from the centre of her torso! Drew was never able to see her furry breasts- when he strips her that night they were naked. A diamond shaped patch of fur missing from her torso that encompassed her chest, the top point at her collar and the bottom almost but not quite at her navel. Since it was formerly perpetually under fur- her skin is quite pale. Now her musculature much more subdued her taut, full C cups were more prominent on her chest. Capped with diffused red areola and chubby nipples. Mixing both canine and equine traits gave her some VERY pronounced genitals. The internal portion of her clit was absolutely gargantuan, inflating her outer labia to be enormous too- projecting a good distance out from her pelvic floor. Once turned on, her golf-ball sized clit starts to jut itself forward when it clenches in arousal, projecting out of the clitoral hood before popping back in, over and over. Even her anus projected out from her butt a ways- a plump rubbery ring of muscle causing it to stick out. Luckily equine traits was something they shared. Kylie never thought about it before, but he is part donkey- which means he was more than likely hung like one too. The normally peach tone of his skin fades to his crotch which is grey like on his arms and legs- except instead of base grey, its charcoal grey, almost black. Chubby veins spread from around the base of his sheath like the roots of a great tree. Unlike an actual donkey- his sheath does not adhere to his underside, it just flops around freely in his crotch. Each testicle the size of a softball- big enough that you’d need two hands to completely encompass one ball. Drew climbs over her, softly caressing her body, kissing her, cradling and soft squeezing her breasts. As he warms her up- his own package slowly unfurls itself, since it contains so much meat. A pillar of grey-pink meat slides out of the sheath slowly, but a short distance after leaving the sheath- a layer of true pink flesh peels out from under THAT, divided by the medial ring. Equine phallus is so large it is telescopic. His glans however are human in shape- except for a small urethral procession jutting out. It slowly unfurls while he caresses her, so she can see it wobble around with more and more weight, getting lower and lower till its resting against her- then continues to lengthen. Hotter and hotter from the blood filling it, longer, thicker, then it starts to lift itself with rigidity. That is when he finally sits back, and lines up the large helmet shaped glans. Her pussy looks a bit too big for him- but thanks to her rock-solid abdominal muscles... its also muscular. It can stretch very wide, but it also slams shut very, very tight. Her clit rubs itself against his shaft as he slides it in- every clench causes it to project, and because its so big there is no room for it to be out and not pressed against him. Like her fur- her outer labia are black, but the inner labia and clit are still neon pink like any pussy, which REALLY makes the clit popping out noticeable. Kylie let him ride her, since she is still the larger of the two- she didn’t want to try and ride him and crush his hip on accident. Once he really started to thrust earnestly, he cupped her breasts, using them as hand-holds. Since this was her first time- she ended up hitting climax before he did... but that caused her fluttering, grasping pussy to milk his dick reflexively and set him off almost immediately after! Kylie knew the ins and out of pain, battle, and the cruel ways of the world, but this was her first lesson on pleasure. And so, their relationship deepened, but not all was well with Kylie, because she could never quite shake the feeling of being out of place. Her body continued to change, which continued to stress her out. She didn’t want it to change! What was it even turning into, and why? She continued to try to take the hard jobs to help people but... simply could not do it anymore. Her muscles softened and melted away over time, and her entire body also slowly started to get smaller. Drew’s face was to her collar, then her neck, then they were face to face. Drew was comforting her constantly that it was fine. The beast aspect manifests according to personality- it would never manifest in a way that would harm a person. I mean, you could use it in a way that harms you, but it will never be inherently harmful. At least her regressing size made it easier to get creative with sexual positions at night without Kylie worrying about shattering his bones- especially those spindly bird legs. In this at least she did not mind her size change- simply because it meant he was bigger in comparison. His hugs and cuddles could actually encompass her. He could look her in the eye without having to look up through her cleavage from below. And of course- his dick felt bigger and bigger in her each time, even though it was the same size. It already matched his arm length when erect so he was never small. Now he had to work it in slowly- using micro thrusts till he eases it all the way in, before he actually starts thrusting for real. But her steadily decreasing strength meant she was increasingly useless at work. She could do any job before and deliberately took the hard ones. Then she had to avoid the harder ones. Now she was having to be picky about which jobs she took, at risk of trying to pick up something she thought would be easy only to snap her spine in half. Her fur continued to thin- becoming a very fine pelt across her entire body, the bushy patches now erased. The only exception was over her pussy- that plume of longer fur however turned snow white, making it stand out tremendously. Had to be careful none of it was visible over low pants or skirts. Anything that normally exposed her midriff she had to be leery of and double-check. Most embarrassingly of all... Kylie’s breasts enlarged. And having them grow while the rest of her shrank made it seem like they were growing at twice the speed they actually were! C cups are generally considered the perfect size- they fill but do not overfill a human hand. But C cups on a woman who is a bit over seven feet tall don’t look like much. C cups on a woman who is only five and a half look big. But then they were Ds, and at first she thought maybe they were swollen up for other reasons. Increased sexual activity and thus being handled, or maybe water retention, but no... they aren’t swollen, they are actually bigger and fatter. Then E cups and her attempt to gaslight people into thinking they were imagining the size increase suddenly started to fail. F and she was starting to worry where this was going. G and she needed to adjust her wardrobe. Kylie’s tops still technically fit- because her overall size shrank they became extremely loose, having her tits fatten up allowed them to once again fit- if she tied up the too long body and didn’t mind the sleeves covering her hands. However, with tits that big on top of her muscle mass regressing- her spine could not take it. She never bothered with bras before, stating they were for ‘girly girls’... well, she was starting to fit that description herself. If you can clap without using your hands when you turn around too fast- you need a bra. Slowly the changes continued. Drew did his best to distract her and comfort her, but he could only do so much when she is so actively adverse to her own body. She knows she is looking more traditionally pretty- but she doesn’t WANT to! She doesn’t want to be pretty, she wants to be herself! After several weeks, she was struggling to find any jobs she could actually do. All the things she did before were suddenly impossible. Now Drew is a half foot taller than she is! Her body lean and soft- toned but not muscular looking by anyone’s standards. Her now H cup tits wobble about with every little motion so easily that you can hear the plastic of the bra clasp creak. She also found herself having to chew longer and harder than before as half her fangs become rounder, flattening into omnivore teeth rather than carnivore. The roots of her mane started to grow in white as well, so it would only be a matter of time before her mane was a stark contrast to the rest of her too. Drew took her out for a big fancy dinner that night, trying to soften the blow as he presented her option to her. He figured they were going out steadily enough by now, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for him to move in with her. And... split their(his) income. Because she can’t do mercenary work without hurting herself, she has no job. Her quiet resignation to the news was almost more saddening than an angry outburst at the idea of living off him. She knew he just wanted to help, she knew she couldn’t work properly, so she just agreed. But clearly was not happy about it. Kylie remained home the next day while Drew went off to work, dancing, falling, and preforming tricks. Kylie was supposed to read books from his collection or go for a walk- something to entertain herself and have fun... instead she returned to trying to work on that barn. She shoved the shovel into the hardened, rock-laden ground under the barn to try to carve out the cellar but growled at how little she could lift with every scoop of the shovel! Aaaargh! She doesn’t know if her siblings would laugh at her for being so fucking pathetic or cry because they are related to such a weakling. Her body will adapt to her huh? Well- fucking adapt to THIS! She dug her claws under a large rock getting into her way and heaved it out! She chipped a claw, started bleeding from two of her fingers. The muscles tightened in her lower back trying to hold her creaking vertebrae together. She made exaggerated stomps trying to keep her balance while lugging such a tremendous weight out of the barn to throw it out the door with the loose dirt she had moved. She felt dizzy, face red. “RRRRRAAAAH!” She heaved it up, surprising herself as she lifts it over her head fuelled on pure rage! “TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING ROCK!!” She glanced over to the shadow in the right of her vision and slowly let go of the rock- while the rock remained where it was, because Valentine was holding it. She never lifted it- Anna seen her struggling and got Valentine to pick it up. He is a golem- he has no muscles to wear out- he could probably rip the entire barn out of its foundation if you wanted him to. Anna slowly wandered over after hopping the fence again. “Heeeyy~ soooo... need a little... hel-” Kylie furrowed her brows. “No.” “Okay, but like- you were about to break your lower back, which might result in you never being able to walk again, soooo... I am pretty sure it would be illegal for me to wittiness that and not attempt to intervene in some form.” Kylie slouched, causing her boobs to wobble into more of a free-hang under her shirt, since her bra doesn’t really support much at that angle. “I can’t do anything anymore. My body is wasting away and nothing I do helps.” Anna just quietly looked her up and down a moment. “If that is what you call wasting away you can ruin me any day.” “Ugh!” “Hey, look. We don’t always get the body we want, but we got the body that is... us. Our bodies represent us, but HOW they represent us and in what way is always kind of up in the air- so everyone’s forms require a sort of interpretation. It isn’t like you can just glance at someone and immediately know who they are based on what they look like. You can make an educated guess, but that is as far as that will go. Sometimes even the person themselves never really understands it, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. Heck, sometimes you turn into an animal you don’t even know, so they don’t even know what their own species is, haha.” “You have any problems with being a tiger? Pretty sleek, powerful creature. King of the jungle and all that.” “... isn’t that lions?” “Lion’s don’t live in the jungle.” “Oh yea. Well. I didn’t have a lot of problems with my body really- snagged my claws on my clothing a lot at first but I figured that out eventually. That was more of a skill issue- not a problem with my body itself. But, I wasn’t particularly thrilled with becoming a tiger regardless.” “No?” Anna lowered her brows. “Getting called ‘a cute little kitty cat’ got old real fucking fast. In the context of an anthro form- there is absolutely no difference between a house cat that has a tiger’s stripes, and an actual tiger. So no one cared I was taking after a deadly predator- I was a kitty cat to everyone but me and my brother.” “Oh, didn’t know you had a brother, is he a tiger too?” Anna paused a moment like she had been dazed. “Y-yea. White with black stripes, though.” She slowly held up her right arm after a moment. “And sometimes life throws you a curve ball. I had a chunk of my body torn off entirely.” She cut the circulation to the arm and suddenly it crumbled off her as if nothing had ever bound it together in the first place- leaving only the tungsten base anchored to the bone of her arm just under her shoulder. “This obviously is literally not my body, it is a construct.” She crouched down to put the base closer to the components and as soon as she re-activated the circulation, the small chunks of sculpted stone re-assembled themselves into her arm. “But it is a part of me now. I made it a part of me even though it wasn’t.” Anna tells Kylie of the day the bridge on the north-west edge of the kingdom collapsed. Flood waters had weakened it so the next train that went over it caused it to collapse with the train still on it. The train slammed into the other end of the bridge and took out whatever supports still stood. Unfortunately Anna was walking under the bridge when this happened, her arm was crushed- they had to cut it off to pull her out of the rubble. Luckily crushing it caused the feeling to die in it, and cut the blood flow so she did not bleed out... because they didn’t get her out of that quickly. They had to clear through a lot of ruins and other people before they got to her. That is when she decided she would become an Automancer. Fate took her arm away... so she built a new one. She could have gotten the services of another, but she wanted control. She used her off-hand to carve it from stone and animate it herself. Anna just sighed. “Look, leave the barn work to me and Valentine, he likes to get his hands dirty.” “Nooo, I don’t want to bother you with my house work!” “Oh pfff, its no bother.” Valentine tossed the rock to her and she punched it with her right hand, shattering it to pebbles. “Stone works for me.” Kylie told Drew later that night almost ashamed to have their neighbour volunteering for work she was supposed to be doing herself. Anna already did more progress on it in one afternoon than Kylie had done in total so far. Although Anna had Valentine to do most of the work. Drew just nodded, tossing his clothes off for the night. “Mm, well she could probably use a distraction from her work.” “She has a brother too apparently, but I have never seen him around.” Drew slowly turned to her. “You... don’t know?” “Huh?” “You ever wonder why her golem has a human name?” She wasn’t the only one walking under the bridge that day. She lost an arm, he lost his life. The simulacrum in the golem was made with her brother’s willpower, and remains the last living fragment of him. Anna regards the golem as if it were still her brother- and her big research project is sculpting a statue replica of her brother, so the simulacrum can have a ‘proper’ body to host him. It certainly made Kylie feel a bit silly about her own bodily woes in comparison. Anna lost part of her body entirely and just fucking built a new one. With her remaining arm- which is her non-dominant hand. If Kylie can’t figure out how to live with a softer form and big tits, its a skill issue, and Anna is on another level entirely. Kylie tried to find things to occupy herself with after that, but... did struggle. She wanted to walk around on the Seafoam Spires since they are so close but uh... her tits give her a five foot long blind spot on the ground in front of her, so she did not want to go anywhere near a cliff without much more experience walking around with these flesh-anchors on her chest. She also avoided wandering around populated areas in general because... well... her figure attracted a lot of attention she did not want. She had enough trouble just around the house with her new mountains- accidentally clearing off counters to get into cupboards over them, or heck, even eating. They stuck so far forward that if she actually pulled her chair up to the table her tits would be IN her food. She has to bow forward, stuffing her breasts under the edge of the table basically in order to eat. Instead of bringing the food up to her mouth, she basically has to bring her mouth down to the food, just so her boobs don’t get between them. But still she changed slowly. Her ears enlarging- but also changing shape. Leaf shaped like a horse but... too big for a horse. Kylie had an idea of what she might be turning into but dared not speak it aloud as if that would somehow make it true. Then came one night where she felt a warmth in her chest- subtle but persistent. A very warm, sort of tingling feeling but so subtle the tingles may just have been a mental anticipation. She did her best to resist it- regulating her breathing trying to stay still- afraid any stimulation around her chest area could tip it over. After dinner that night she pulled Drew to the bedroom, hurrying him along because she knew her changes were about to pop but she had a good idea what sort of changes these were- so she was trying her best to hold off till her rack was exposed for him. Drew is used to the gentlemanly approach and proffers a little romance to set the mood first, but tonight she wasn’t allowing for that- straight to bed! He had his pants down but was still pulling his shirt off when she tackled him to the bed! Her own top gone but pants still on. “C-can’t hold... it...” “H-hold... what?” “Haa-aaai, I-I thuh-thinnnnk....hah!” She keeps shuddering from the sensation of rapid cellular growth in her chest- playing all the pleasure receptors in her breasts at once. Because she had been mentally trying to wall off these changes, when she finally let the dam break, they were abnormally fast and furious. You could actually hear a quiet, deep *gloop* sound and then an even quieter sound like a pitched-down version of someone running their fingers across an inflated balloon as the skin stretched and grew at the same time. Her breasts actually did not grow all that much- they did however fill quickly. So rather than long tear-drop shape, suddenly they stood up into spheres, the skin pulled taut on the surface. Her areola stretched wider and wider, causing the formerly sharp edge to soften and fade... then suddenly they didn’t exist at all. The diffused red of her areola blended into her normal flesh, causing her areola to vanish entirely, but also causing her breast flesh to turn candy pink, instead of the pale peach of her normal flesh. There is still some tiny, subdued bumps around the base of the teats to indicate where the areola used to be. Drew was gazing at them, stunned, with his hands hovering just below them ready to cup them but not sure if he should while they are still changing. Her nipples tingled with hot pleasure all on their own, but also a building pressure made her scrunch her face up- it started to feel itchy with pent-up pressure. Her nipples fattened, but also grew longer, their fronts became rounded rather than flat-topped cylinders. They went from good sized human nipples to a size that made them resemble a person’s thumb! Drew and Kylie both were startled when either teat erupted into several streams of milk!! Each had one large, concentrated stream forward but also two or three hair-thick streams angled off the sides of the teat, though still towards their ends, where the pressure built. Kylie’s breathing became rapid and her eyes crossed for a moment, her mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure! The milk forcing its way out scratched the itch in her teats- from the inside out, touching her in a place that would be impossible for anything else to touch her in. Drew quickly cupped the breasts now that they burst, and squeezed gently forward- the arc of the milk streaks straightens as the streams increase in strength. Once he gets to the base of the fat teats he wraps his fingers around and tugs them forward, but then lets go to cup the breast around its mid-point again, once again sweeping forward, ushering the milk out. He even leaned his head to the side to catch one of the streams in his mouth- collecting some white beads of milk in his short beard too. White hair against her black fur, and enormously fat breasts... she has been getting cow traits. Once Drew emptied her out, she just nervously smiled, glancing to the side, embarrassed that she soaked the bed. She had a feeling she was turning cow, and knew the next change was definitely going to be in her chest, but hadn’t expected a milk eruption- especially not of that volume. She is still on all fours over him, as Drew gently brushes her hanging breasts back and forth, flicking the large teats. Her breasts are so large that while on all fours- her teats brush his torso, she cannot lift herself high enough off of him to not brush against him with her breasts. “So, as hot as that was for me... how does all that feel for you?” She sighed, glancing down at the wall of cleavage between them. “I feels amazing...” “But.” “But bovine women have a reputation I would rather not. Ugh.” Her arms were getting sore from holding herself up, so she just lays down on him, squashing her breasts out, causing them to billow forward and support her own chin on a pillow of flesh. “I have been thinking about it for some time, and honestly I am just.... it is mostly just that I am afraid.” “Of change?” “Yea. I am not at all familiar with these new changes, so... if they are supposed to be a reflection of me... that means I don’t know myself? What if... I don’t like her? If I don’t know ‘me’, what happens if I don’t like who I am?” Drew smiled, running his fingers through her now mostly white mane- only the tips of her hair is still black. “I am sure you will warm up to her. I have been hanging out with you for some time now, and I can vouch for you being a real swell gal.” “Well these water balloons are annoying too, they are heavy and get in the way...” “Well now you’re just being picky. They feel good, no?” “Yea...” He laughed, gently holding her sides he flips over her- pinning her to the bed under him instead. “Then that is the important part. Not every body part will work in every situation. They are meant for pleasure and nutrients- and they do that.” She huffed. “Easy for you to say- your body works fine in every situation.” Drew shrugged. “Not really.” “What, your stick-legs?” He lowered his brows, placing a hand gently over Kylie’s breast again, but not gripping it. “Sure. But also my hands. Leathery in the palm, scaled on the back, and each digit tipped with a sharp point. I have to be very careful how I touch such delicate things. These are sadly not hands meant for a gentle caress.” He emptied her out, but she glances down at his stiff equine endowment bobbing up and down so energetically its patting her stomach. Emptying her caused his orbs to churn and fill in anticipation. Now her donkey needs to be milked. Though her abs are no longer visible- her stomach is still sculpted like a statue, smooth and taut. His dick makes quiet slapping sounds as it falls against it, lifting again in automatic clenches. Kylie blushed, realizing he must be waiting on her- she forgot her pants on! She lifts her butt to scoot them off, but pauses briefly, noting her tail is longer than it should be. And not the hair portion- the flesh portion. The base got longer but the tail remained the same, so now there is a tiny length of tail with just her extremely short fur. Cows have tasselled tails- she could end up with a tail like Drew’s. She would need to get a new tail ring if that was the case. Kylie plopped back down with her pants kicked off the end of the bed and let Drew gently caress her projected labia- though she was already moist and her enormous clit already engorged so he did not spend long on foreplay. The inside of her pussy remained muscular- the ribs of muscle in her vaginal passage grip him firmly, clenching in reflex to the pleasure, and the slight delay as the signal travels up her nervous system causes them to trigger from the outside in... grabbing and dragging anything inside, deeper in. For her, their tightening pulls her more firmly to his hot cock so she can feel every contour of his long shaft entering her, and pulls her pleasure receptors closer to the surface to trigger as his meat plays across them. Her large equine nostrils flare from her heavy breathing, and she smirks, spotting a few drops of milk still trapped in his beard. He grew that beard for her- he used to always go clean shaven just because it made more sense for a fool, but Drew knows how much she likes it. As soon as he is fully in and she feels the plush folds of his sheath nudge her lips, she sits up! Catching Drew by surprise, she proves she is still stronger than he is at least, grabbing his shoulders and then slamming him down to the foot of the bed, putting herself once again on top of him! With her legs folded to the sides she starts hopping on his shaft, feeling his large hot balls pat her butt cheeks when she goes down. Her enormous breasts put on quite the show for him. Now that they are empty- they once again relax into a tear-drop shape, and without the weight of milk in them anchoring them in place, they flop and jiggle about energetically with her bounces! When she rises up they clap together low on her chest before springing up and apart when she falls back down, both moving at a slight diagonal angle. Her teats jiggle too- and thanks to their length they bounce with a slightly delayed rhythm than the breasts they are attached to. Thanks to all the attention Drew gave them, the bumps around the base were standing up and visible, and then a chubby fold of skin around the base of each teat where the structure of the teat and breast meet- the point where the flesh bends the easiest, even when they are erect. Thanks to bovine traits- her teats have their own milk storage area, and then another at the front of her breasts behind where her areola formerly were. So unlike human breasts which simply firm up and then start to get sore if you don’t milk them- hers are more like chest-mounted udders; they stretch and fill while continuing to produce more. She was really starting to sweat by the time they hit climax- she underestimated how much strength it would take to repeatedly lift those huge boobs over and over again. This time Drew shot first, but his dick already filled her, so his cum was trapped inside by the tight fit and stretched the walls of her pussy still wider, which then sent her over the edge right after. Over the next couple of days, other changes continued through her. Her ears now large and leaf shaped, folding in from the sides a bit from how large they are- though still not as big as Drew’s donkey ears. Wider, but definitely no where near the overall size. The rest of the black bled out from her mane, leaving her with pure white. The hairs in her tail started to bleach themselves as well, from root to tip they gradually turn from black to white. The pads in her hands started to regress, the fat deposits inside vanish, and then the thick skin softens into the rest, but all of the fur fell out around them! Her actual palms were furry before- only the pads were bare skin, but now the entire inside of her hands were naked, which was really noticeable. Her pads were charcoal grey, almost perfectly blending with the fur, but now that it is just normal flesh- her palms are pale peach, and look almost white in contrast to the black fur. The claws she broke the other day trying to work on the barn never healed- instead her claws fell away entirely, regenerating as normal human nails. The bald spot on her torso also grew. Up her neck, under her jaw. Wider; spreading to the sides of her chest, down her abs, vanishing around her pubes- though her stark white bush remains over her pussy, untouched. The fur did not stop falling away till almost at her knees, but only on the inside of her thighs- the fronts, backs, and sides still had fur. The nude patch in her hands trailed up over her wrist but only on the underside and only slightly- the rest of her arm remained furry. The front of her neck alone became nude- the sides have fur, and the back still has a white horse mane. These seemed like mostly superficial changes for the most part. They were quite noticeable, sure, but they didn’t affect how she did anything really. The biggest shift here is that, with more naked flesh- she started to diversify her outfits a bit more. She needed bulkier things for colder weather now, and was actually able to go outside when its hot without boiling to death under sweat-matted fluff. Yea, wolves don’t sweat- but horse do, and so do humans. She did have to buy a new tail ring. She was just going to buy a cheap one this time but Drew surprised her and beat her to the punch, purchasing an expensive mythril ring; a precious blue-grey metal that repels magic. She did not get rid of the old gold ring- she just started wearing it as a thumb-ring instead. The next big change was her hooves, and unfortunately she was out and about when it happened, but luckily it was an abrupt shift. She had been in the market, pausing to watch one of Drew’s shows while she was stretching her legs. Her opinion of Drew certainly changed once she got to know him. At first his act sort of... frustrated her. Someone deliberately acting like an idiot? Preforming these impressive tricks and then deliberately screwing up so people can laugh at him? It was like the entire rest of the world was striving to better themselves and he was doing the opposite- deliberately trying to be worse. Getting to know the man behind the act only deepened her confusion. He is handsome, kind, talented... if you ever seen him off work you would never guess that he was a fool. But he does what he does because he wants to see people smile. He deliberately messes up because he knows it will make them laugh- so in a way, he never messed up at all. He played the audience. So at the end of the day- everyone was equally the fool. He does whatever he needs to get a laugh out of people, even if it is at his own expense, and that is kind of brave, actually. In any case- there was a lot more to it than simply a man in a stupid outfit. A smile isn’t something you can normally buy, so, all his customers definitely left with more than they arrived with. Kylie cried out in surprise suddenly, stumbling back away from the crowd thanks to a sudden jerk in her leg muscles! It felt like her legs were trying to force her to stand on just the front of her hooves! The hoof itself is like a fingernail- it doesn’t really have any sensation in it, everything you feel in the hoof itself is actually in the surrounding flesh, which is attached to the hoof. That is why a horse doesn’t scream in pain when you nail a horseshoe to it- he doesn’t really feel half of what you are doing. She absolutely felt the abrupt jarring of the hoof suddenly crack in half! She reacted so frantically and fell back because, well; a hoof splitting completely in half WOULD definitely hurt normally. Unfortunately she also unintentionally called the attention of his audience to her, wondering what happened. Kylie caught herself with her back against a lamp post at the centre of the circular clearing, but then froze up as soon as everyone’s eyes turned to her. Drew luckily was quick to save her, calling out ‘look at that!’ and ‘nice trick’ using the voices of people in his audience. They all quickly looked back thinking they had missed something, while two of them were just confused to hear their own voices coming from somewhere else! Drew usually only whips out that trick to mock any audience members who try to bully him- usually drunks. Since he is part mockingbird- Drew can steal any voices he has heard, creating a perfect imitation. Pair that with him knowing how to throw his voice- he can put words into other people’s mouths. He nodded to her past the crowd and she smiled nervously back. He called all the eyes back off her but she still has a problem. She can feel her enormous toes cracking and splitting. The pressure in the bone builds and then cracks- so in spite of it sounding like it should be painful; the cracks and snaps release the pressure and actually feel mildly good. A horse only has a single toe... but a cow has four. In terms of overall mass, the one is equal to those four, so rather than spontaneously grow three more grossly oversized digits- her single toe is splitting. The muscles yank on the bone which builds pressure because its much harder material and has a harder time shifting its form. The point of greatest tension was at the edges, creating the first split straight down the front middle. The bone split before the hoof did, which caused a divot in the flesh and muscle which sunk deep enough to divide into two giant toes, which then cracked the hoof. It had a rather jagged, sharp edge at first, but the excess in the middle where they were formerly joined crumbled away, leaving it smooth and contoured on both sides again. The hoof chips just fell to the ground looking like little black pebbles. Kylie had most of her weight on her back, pressed into the lamp poll- her legs were too far in front of her to shift weight onto them, and she was afraid to before they change fully. She still remembers vividly when her human feet turned to paws- that was a much slower change, and left her grounded for some time. Digitigrades only walk on the ends of their feet- humans are plantigrade, they walk on the flat sole of the foot. She kept trying to do that as her legs shifted and it just didn’t work, even when it was only partially changed it hurt to try to stand like that. Whenever she tried to put weight on her demi-paws, she would hear muffled clicks as small partially turned bones dislocated, creating brief but sharp pain, clicking back into place when she took her weight back off. Honestly she probably spent longer off of her feet than she actually needed to, but was paranoid of permanently fucking up her legs by then and wasn’t taking the risk. So now that they shift again- she just watches, leaned far back off them, grasping at the poll behind her to hold herself upright. Like someone crunching their knuckles, the bones in her feet re-shuffled themselves, dividing two toes again into four. The muscles drew back and together, yanking on the sides of the hoof. A pocket appeared in the skin, sinking deeper before the hoof lets out a sharp splintering sound and part of it shatters off again, this time releasing two little rounded pyramid shaped hoof segments! The divot in flesh between the new toes connects all the way through, and two tiny, nearly immobile toes flick back and get drawn together, higher up on her leg- too high to actually touch the ground, unless she was on a slope. A cloven hoof- the two mini segments are her dewclaws. Kylie sighed in relief when the changes stopped- very relieved that the change happened so quickly. Her hooves turned fully in only twelve minutes- while her boyfriend glances at her in masked concern past his audience every few moments. She very slowly rises up the poll, drawing her legs back under her to stand her weight on them cautiously, testing if they work. They do. She clicks the hooves against the ground testing them. Looking at them- you’d think she was born with these hooves, rather than grow them abruptly only moments before. Her horse hooves made a clopping sound against the stone ground- like someone clapping two halves of a coconut together. These make a clicking sound, like someone walking with high heels. Good thing she wasn’t wearing her horse shoes today or that change would have gone over poorly. Although- she uses clip-on ones, she doesn’t hammer them in. Her tail continued to get longer over time. It was gradual enough that you couldn’t tell it was growing by looking at it, but if you measured it at the start and end of each day, it was definitely growing, but the hair did not. The hair neither regressed nor spread, creating an odd blend of both cow and horse tail. The body of a bovine tail, but then an entire long-haired horse tail in place of the tassel. That is why she had to switch tail rings- her tail is technically just as thick as its always been, but her previous ring had to account for an amount of hair it also needed to compress- this tail doesn’t have any hair at the base. It has fur, but the fur is so fine it doesn’t hide a single crease nor curve anywhere on her body. And it needs to be form fit because that is the point of a tail ring in the first place- you hook it in the fabric around the loose tail-hole on clothing, and then clamp the ring shut to the tail, pulling the fabric snug around it, regardless of how thick or thin the tail is. One ring universally should work with all your clothing. The next large change was awkwardly when she was having sex with Drew again. She had filled with milk again in the early afternoon. Whenever they wanted to store the milk rather than drink it on the spot- he would get an end table and slide it under her while she puts her hands on the kitchen counter and leans over. He then stands behind her, pressed against her back and reaches around, cupping the fronts of her breasts with her teats between his thumb and index- of course being careful he doesn’t give her an impromptu nipple piercing with his talons. One boob, then the other- you grip it firmly but you pull forward. A lot of amateurs try to squeeze the teat... that won’t do anything, your literally pinching the openings closed. “I never did thank you for saving me the other day- when my hooves changed.” “Saving you? I was saving the act- you were about to steal the show!” She just rolled her eyes. “Want to know a weird little secret about my voice?” “What?” “I don’t really know what my voice actually sounds like.” “Huh? Whose voice are you using right now?!” “I don’t know! Maybe its mine. Maybe its not. I have copied so many different voices over the years- I can’t actually remember what I originally sounded like. Even if I did- did puberty change it, or did I?” “Well... you always sound the same with me, so... that is probably your actual voice?” “Or am I subconsciously using this voice around you, because I know you enjoy it? Is it mine, or just a voice I settled on because I forgot the real one, and then stuck with it because its what everyone I know expected me to sound like? I can never be a hundred percent sure I even know what my own voice IS. Used to get into my head about it all the time, but at this point I have given up on it, haha. I have -A- voice, so good enough, I guess.” Kylie chuckled, shaking her head. “I guess everyone has problems with their body changing at some point, huh?” “That is for sure. Some obviously worse than others- like anyone who lands on Chimera. I think the most important thing I figured out over the years is; it is a reflection of us. Not just the beast aspect, but, the actual body itself. We are not our bodies. So, if I forget my voice- I will invent another one, and that one will become my voice.” “Or if Anna loses a limb...” “She will forge another. Your body doesn’t define you- you define your body.” And personality is fluid. It is neither black nor white but rather one of infinite combinations and shades of the two. You learn, you adapt, you evolve- what you are today may not be what you are the next day. A seed turns to a sapling turns into a tree, it does not stay a seed eternally. That does not mean it became someone else- it simply deepened and added to the complexity of what it once was. After milking her dry, they were both in mood and took it to the bedroom for a mid-afternoon romp. This time she offered her rump doggy style- because of the muscular ring that makes her anus so puffy looking, either hole is rather tempting at this angle, but he still went with her moist vulva. How could you deny that winking clit, flashing the neon pink inner folds. Kylie was tired of carrying her boobs around, so she just lay her arms at her sides, face turned to the side in the pillows, and thus chest against the bed with her boobs resting under her, pointed down against the bed. She just emptied so no risk of leaking into the bed sheets again. Thanks to horse traits- her butt was always quite large, so he had nice globes to hold onto while he plowed her- his large nuts swinging forward to cup her clit when it pops out! This time though, she felt odd, but not wanting to interrupt the pleasure, rather than get paranoid about it and try to resist it- she just let it do what it wanted. Her thoughts became muddled, causing her head to empty for now- unable to concentrate on anything long enough to form a coherent train of thought. As her pleasure built so did a pressure in her face- especially in her nose. She felt terribly congested, even though she could still breathe perfectly fine. Her mouth hung open, making soft moans and groans- normally she is relatively quiet outside of her climax. Her vision suddenly blurred and her face scrunched up from the sounds and feelings- the bones in her head creaking like bending wood! Her entire face was compressing! She had a horse muzzle for the most part- what gave it its wolf essence had already left her a while back, and now the horse aspect leaves too. It remained as wide but compressed in length, like someone was somehow shoving her face back into her skull! The naked path up her throat spread up her jaw and over it! The fur fell away from her chin, jaw, cheeks, eyelids, then stopped at her eyebrows. It fell out from the sides and front of her muzzle, but not the top- so she still has black fur on the top of her muzzle and her entire forehead- and her ears. To match her hair- her eyebrows become white, contrasting the fur. Formerly it was impossible to even tell she had eyebrows in the first place, because there was no distinction from her fur. Kylie did not even realize the de-evolution of the sounds she was unintentionally making during all this. From ‘oooh’s to just ‘oooo’s, and finally breathy ‘mooo’s. It sounded like she was trying to make a cute cow impersonation for some sexy roleplay- but Kylie wasn’t even aware she was doing it. When the fur falls away it reveals not all her skin is the same underneath. While most of her skin is a near-white peach, her lips are a diffused red; the exact same colour her nipples and areola used to be. That colour has now spread up the front of her muzzle, consuming the entire front between mouth and over her nostrils. The pores here become larger and more pronounced as well, making the skin softly textured. Her muzzle became a bit boxier in overall shape- like a cow, but it also regressed to a demi-muzzle, restoring more human shape to her overall face and head. Her voice also made an abrupt shift. The change is a bit hard to describe- her voice was already quite low pitched; deep and womanly, and it has not changed in that regard. But now it sounds more like a deep womanly voice being projected from the throat, rather than one projected from one’s chest. When she climaxed, she unintentionally let out a loud ‘moo’, and Drew ended up cumming from hearing his girlfriend moo for the first time. She has omnivore teeth- that is either wolf still in the mix or human, but other than that, wolf seems to have left the picture entirely. It was an evolution of the playful dog features she originally shared with her siblings- turned vicious out of necessity for revenge. Now that the hunt is over- she no longer needs her claws and fangs. While clothed- no one is going to mistake her for anything but cow. Granted an almost entirely black cow- which is rare. Solid black cow or solid white bull are possible but rare. The only horse traits still stubbornly hanging on is her gigantic tassel, the shape of her anus and genitals, and her mane. But when she is standing up- it just looks like her hair is longer than it actually is. You can only tell it is a mane if she bends over or puts her head down to actually reveal the hairline from the side. Would her siblings even be able to recognize her like this? It is a good thing Drew is such an open and accepting person- he started dating a wolf-horse and somehow ended up with a cow. But even that was not quite the end of it. Kylie was slowly starting to produce more milk. Since she cannot do merc work anymore, Drew is out doing his act making the money- but that meant he was only home in the evening on most days. At first it wasn’t an issue but the more she was milked the faster she started to make more. All the activity was waking up her hormones and causing her mammaries to go into overdrive. She can milk herself, and did- keeping her problem a secret so she did not bother Drew with it. But she started to get frustrated with it and being bull-headed as ever, she tried to fight her body. Touching her breasts stimulated production, creating a cycle of more and more milk. So... she just wouldn’t milk herself. Though the pressure made her teats feel itchy, she refused to milk herself one day. She would just wait till Drew got home! But by noon they were large and firm- her teats even stood out looking inflated, and Kylie was forced to switch to one of her old, now ill-fit tops because she was leaking and didn’t want to ruin a good shirt. She didn’t leak a lot- only the rubbing of her top against her teats tickled a few drops out here and there. And she kept making milk, without milking herself. They were stretching bigger- bigger than she thought they would be able to get. By early afternoon she was worried they would start to hurt or just outright pop, but no, they keep getting bigger slowly. It felt like two boulders strapped to her chest- the skin was rock-hard from internal tension, and somehow they still didn’t hurt. Her breasts started to tingle, her breathing became short and stuttered. Strange pleasure, something felt so weird inside them. Then, in the middle of the afternoon, a loud gurgle and Kylie squeaked in distress, falling to her hands and knees! Her breasts started to grow- FAST. She could hear a deep rumbling and quiet squelches as the internal structure of her breasts shifts rapidly, mutating them! Her too-big top was slowly lifting as her tits stole more and more fabric! Aaaah, too big! Each boob was starting to look almost as big as the torso it was attached to and they’re still growing! Her shirt runs out of space horizontally and squashes her boobs oblong, now billowing down her torso to find room. A rip in the middle of the shirt! Her breasts wobble from the force of it opening, and then a second later the entire front explodes open! Kylie lets out a wheeze from the sudden release of pressure and her tits are weightless for a moment, before flopping back down against her then slapping the floor under her! Billowing out- STILL growing!! Anna was working on their barn- putting the finishing touches with a stone. Golem-tech door to their new preserves cellar, but she heard the weak distressed call from Kylie! Kylie hates asking anyone for help, so Anna immediately knew it must be something real bad and scrambled to the house. When she rushed to the kitchen she sort of froze in the doorway- even her tail stood up behind her, rigid with surprise. Kylie was red-faced with embarrassment herself, now kneeling with her torso upright... but her breasts still firmly resting on the floor to either side of her, with her knees together between them against the floor! Each boob was now the size of a huge pumpkin! They... also were no longer breasts in the first place. Not one but four tear-drop shaped jiggling spheres... per side. Kylie now had TWO four-segment cow udders, attached to her chest! As they grew, the mid-point did not expand, a muscle wall formed in a cross formation through the centre of her breasts, dividing them into the four segments of the soon-to-be udders, so the four sections expanded away from one another, making the divot between them visible on the surface. As they grew, the divide tugged her teats in four directions too- making it wider at first, but eventually yanking it apart into four teats each only slightly shorter, and just as thick as her previous singular teat. The bigger the four segments fatten, the further the teats divided, but still never wandered too far from one another. However, this left Kylie with mammaries far too large for her to milk herself. She can only reach her upper two teats on either udderboob. Since they are composed of four sections with one teat each- you need to milk all of the teats in order to actually empty her. She cannot reach the bottom two around the curvature of her own endowments! Even fully sitting upright, with her udderboobs resting on the floor, the top of her udders are still level with the middle of her chest. That means each set of four have a greater mass than the entire rest of her body. Never mind feed them- that is enough milk to drown someone in! As terribly embarrassing as the situation was, Kylie was legitimately afraid of her tits at this point, afraid they would just keep expanding indefinitely and smother her to death before Drew returned to save her. Anna was shocked, and leery only because she knew Kylie. Once she knew for sure what Kylie wanted- she had no reservations to diving in face-first into a cluster of titties. Cats do love milk after all. She took one teat into her mouth, one more in either hand- trying to be careful of her golem arm, since it has superhuman strength. Kylie was afraid her internal rebellion against her body had backfired, but as she was milked it turned out to not be nearly as bad as she thought. It was most likely a change that was going to happen anyway- she just sped it up by not milking herself. As she is milked her elastic skin tightens as they shrink. The divots between segments becomes shallower as each segment regresses, till they vanish entirely! As the individual segments vanish- her teats drift closer together, back into the middle till they press into one another in the middle, making it look like she has one freakishly wide teat! Though, still the size of a medium beach ball each- it once again looked like she had regular breasts. She doesn’t, of course- but it looks like she does. The divots do not become visible outwardly till the segments start to bloat up, causing her breasts to billow out in a four-leafed clover formation, and pull the four teats apart for easier individual milking. So... they are sort of like breasts and udders at the same time. The longer she goes without being milked, the more udder-like they become. She thanked Anna and scrambled to get a shirt on again. Anna considered the free milk the payment for finishing off their barn. Valentine continued working on it while she milked Kylie- golem do not posses a brain, if you don’t tell them to stop, they will literally never stop. Knowing Drew though, he would most likely enjoy this new change, so Kylie actually kept it a secret- she never told Drew. And even when her teats started to itch a bit, she ignored it and went to bed with him with a wry smile. She woke up during the night when her breasts became so heavy they caved in the mattress under them, forcing her to unintentionally roll over top of them, and then Drew rolled over her! Boy did he get a surprise when he abruptly woke up falling into her, just as she managed to heave herself over onto her back again- causing him to fall into a wall of tit flesh! Once they bloat into udders, they are each larger than the body they attach to- so neither of them can actually rest ON her, they are beside her. She had been sleeping on her side- putting both to the far side of the bed which virtually flipped the bed over on top of them, but now that she is on her back, one udderboob is on the side, the other is in the middle, and Drew woke up unintentionally on top of her left tit-cluster, in the centre of the bed. He lifted himself up on it, looking down confused for a moment, then slowly glanced at her grinning back at him like a sly fox. He thought he was dreaming at first, but it felt far too real- and he isn’t sure his imagination is even good enough to have come up with this on its own anyway. They are so big he ended up thrusting his cock against the lower two while he sucked the upper two, his arms and knees wrapped as far around their sides as he could manage, and he came from humping and milking one cluster just by itself! On her back, Kylie was able to roll her right tits far enough up that she could suck on her own upper left teat, of her right udders, and started milking that side ahead of him. “You know what this means, don’t you?” He wiped a bit of milk from the corner of his mouth as he re-positioned to start on the next chubby teat. “That I could crush someone to death with my tits alone?” He lowered his eyebrows. “Technically yes, but also- you have a job you can do again! Milk!” She glanced at her udders, rolling a teat idly with a single fingertip. “Yea... I guess with these enormous things I do produce enough milk to sell regularly. Maybe... maybe that is why I became this way?” “So you could make a living with your body? You wouldn’t even have to leave home.” “So I could be like you! I spent the first half of my life sewing death and fear for coin. But you don’t destroy, or even reap. You create; smiles, joy... now I can contribute something for people to eat and be happy and full. I can create, instead of destroy.” “True. Though... that would require you to have met me.” “Huh?” He was already sucking the next teat, but paused again to explain. “You said you turned into a cow to be more like me, but that can’t actually be true because you started to change before you met me in the first place.” “Oh, n-no, I mean the... udders thing. I already know why I turned into a cow.” “And...?” She glanced away, too embarrassed to look at him. “I just wanted to be held.” “Awww~” “Oh, shut up! I lost my parents pretty early on, y’know? And I never had time for a relationship or even make friends. My siblings covered companionship just fine but... not... quite the same. Even now I am still sort of at odds... part of me wants to be strong and independent, but part of me wants to be weak- because that means someone has to dote on me. I want to be taken care of to... feel special. I didn’t want to give up my strength but it doesn’t work both ways, so I guess my body chose a side for me. You already gave me all that back when I had only just started to change, heh. You are a pretty amazing guy, Drew.” She glanced at the wedding ring. “I just hope I can make you as happy as she did.” “Oh please, you already have been. Even back when you used to tease me about my job.” And with that, Kylie settled into her new life in Stonewarf. It still took her quite a long time to truly feel like she had found her place, but at least she was not at odds with her body. For a time she just sort of felt... neutral about it. It was too new to her to form an opinion on yet, so she neither liked nor disliked it. Her breasts are large even when they are empty, so she obviously had to work around those, which was mildly annoying. She also had to time her milkings around whatever else she wanted to do- because she definitely could not go out in public when she started to fill up because she is completely immobile when she is full. Once they bloat into their udders shape they are almost big enough to stand up against. Though- the amount of milk she produces gives them quite the income, churning out the profit of a small dairy ranch- except they have no animals to look after. Drew continued to act the fool, so his income was added to the pool still as well. Eventually, Drew gave her a ring of her own, and the former mercenary found herself the bride of a fool. If she could go back in time- her past self would never believe a word of any of this. Being with Drew though at least has never felt out of place for her. Even when she questioned his work, or whether she was good enough to be with him- being with him still felt too good to take any alternative path. This was the end of her changes into a cow of the Whitegrass district, but, not the last change for Kylie. Personality is fluid, after all- as long as you keep living, you keep adding more to what makes you, you. Eventually, here and there, more changes will manifest. But, her siblings eventually caught up with her too. They may all live apart now but they will always be family, and they of course had their own slew of changes to show off. But, this is the story of how Kylie was able to shed her hard outer shell and finally show a bit of her true self. It took her a great many years and many a battle to get there but- better late than never.