[Another Inversions style story for Anonymous! This one involves a fairy turning into a moose and back again, along with an extra tf near the end.]



[CW: Filth, Piss]



Deep in the forest, a tiny, glowing fairy fluttered around, her verdant green butterfly wings shimmering in the shade. Her nude, petite body gave off a faint glow from the mana stored inside her, illuminating the ground beneath her. She hummed to herself and drifted deeper into the forest, slowing to a stop as she saw a line of mushrooms in her path. They were each as large as she was, about the size of a crab apple.

She crossed her arms over her chest and suspiciously stared at the mushrooms, giving one a curious poke. They felt vaguely magical… but taking the long way around wasn’t something she felt like doing. And really, it was just some magic. She was confident that she could shield herself from whatever enchantment was in store.

“Hmm~♪ No problem for a fairy like me!” The fairy smugly grinned to herself and floated past the mushrooms, throwing up a weak magical barrier. “Heh, just what I expected. Didn’t even feel anything~♫”

Unbeknownst to the fairy, her body was already swelling, her petite frame growing bulkier by the second. Thin brown fur spread across her skin as her green glow started to fade , converting her normally white hair to the same color. She slowly drifted to the ground thanks to the extra mass hanging onto her frame, her delicate hands and feet hardening and becoming less dextrous. An incredible amount of mass had already filled out her frame– she’d grown several inches and gained several dozen pounds in the few seconds since the transformation started.

“Mmm, haven’t given my wings a break in a while. The moss feels nice…” The fairy trailed off. Her shifting, growing bones forced her to hunch forward, her hands drifting past her thighs and nearing her kneecaps. Her fur thickened again as her body continued to swell– she was about the size of a large dog now. Fingers and toes merged with each other and formed hooves, the arms and legs they were attached to changing as well, wrists and ankles straying up towards her shoulders and hips. Small nubs poked out of her forehead— and one more from her crotch, where the lump of soft, sensitive flesh swelled out of her miniscule clit.

The fairy landed on all fours moments later, its growing body too heavy for its wings to support any longer. Not that her wings would have supported her original body anymore either, they had shrunk a lot since she entered the ring. Thick layers of fat quickly layered themselves onto the fairy’s frame, spoiling its petiteness and replacing it instead with muscle and bulk. With each step, her hooves sank deeper into the ground. “Tis place is biggeh tan I tought… I woner if anyone else is in here?”

The fairy’s height and weight continued to soar upwards— her half-grown body going from a few dozen pounds to several hundred thanks to the rapidly thickening muscle fibers and fat reserves that were forming across her body. The trees around her seemed to shrink in size as she grew, no longer the towering monuments of wood that they had been while she was still a tiny fairy. They were still large– but not quite as imposing now that her head was nearing the lower branches. Her bones thickened too, adding to her bulky frame as they arranged themselves in a quadrupedal fashion. And as the middle of her spine curved into a thick hump, a distinct, musky smell spread throughout the air, faint, but noticeable.

Being made of mostly mana, the fairy had no need for pesky things like organs— but now, with her body becoming more and more physical, she did. Blood vessels snaked through her slightly luminescent body, connecting up with the organs forming inside her newly physical form. Heart, liver, lungs… they all slowly formed, pulsing to life as blood rushed into them.

“Huurhurhur, probably not!” The fairy crudely laughed— its much larger vocal chords and elongated neck had dropped its pitch by several octaves, shifting her singsong tone to a dull rumble. “An efen if tere is…” She narrowed her eyes and snorted, right as her nose and mouth began to press out. The rest of her sentence devolved into incoherent snorting and grumbling as her nose flattened and merged with her upper lip to form the top of her snout. The nubs that had formed earlier were beginning to stretch outwards, the ends flaring out into bony protrusions. Meanwhile, the fairy’s teeth blunted into thick molars, filling up all the extra space in its giant muzzle.

The last little bit of ethereal glow faded from the fairy, its magical aura replaced by a strong, wild musk that got stronger as she continued to morph into a moose. A meaty flap of fat dangled from her chin— and lower down on her body, her legs were stretching to their full length, thick and knobbly with dirt-encrusted hooves. And adding to her unwashed appearance, sweat began to bead along her underside, around the growing lump that used to be her clit. Her former clit began to merge with her pale labia, bulging into a phallic cylinder of throbbing flesh. And at the base of that cylinder, two lumps had formed out of the labia as well, veins snaking their way across them as they rounded out into large, sweaty testicles. Slightly lower down, past her dangling balls, her butt was flattening and her haunches were shaping into a cervid-like form.

The fairy– if she could even be called a fairy anymore, her wings were practically nonexistent and her body was far too solid and quadrupedal to be confused as being fairy-like –let out a low grumble, its tight, clean anus quickly thickening and gaining a layer of grime. The thick, sweaty hole twitched, then widened, the soft red flesh around the inner rim just barely visible now. Meanwhile, the fairy’s face had continued to press out into a snout, adding to the animalistic look of her growing body. Her breasts– which were already not very large to begin with –had flattened even further, only the barest trace of her nipples remaining on her chest. They didn’t stick around for very long, however, disappearing into her pelt just a few seconds later.

All of the previous shifts were starting to take shape now, the random bits of fur and hooves finally converging into a moose-like form. The fairy grew to its final size, a hulking, muscled beast of a moose, antlers flaring out into thick branches while layers of fat lined the underside of its skin. Its fur took on a matted, dirty look as the tiny nubs that used to be its wings melted into its back. Its cock fattened, becoming fully erect, its balls throbbing from the insatiable heat that was slowly creeping into its mind. The incredible growth spurt was finally beginning to fizzle out, instead of gaining hundreds of pounds, she was only gaining dozens now.

A powerful instinct to mark its territory filled the moose, urging it to stumble forward in search of a muddy spot to thrash around in first. It continued to change during its frenzied search, its anus thickening even further into a dark, swollen donut, its legs cracking softly and locking into place, the mischievous glimmer in its eyes fading into dull, beady blackness. It snorted, making its lips flutter, its breath hot and heavy just like its swollen sack. Each testicle was as big as the fairy used to be, bigger even, they were a good half a foot in diameter, swollen as they were with pent-up arousal. The smell was overpowering, a strong earthy musk that brought a thick cloud of flies swarming down.

By the time it finally reached a perfect thrashing spot, there was no sign that the moose had ever been a fairy, mentally or physically. It loudly bellowed and waded into the marshy puddle of mud with haste, eager to rid itself of the pesky flies biting its pelt. Its cock throbbed as it lowered itself into the muck, the cool, wet earth wrapping around its legs. Mud flew everywhere as the moose began to thrash around, the musky scent of its heat spreading throughout the air. If there were any female moose nearby, they would have certainly come running to the overpowering smell of virility– but seeing as there were none, the moose’s thrashing was all in vain. Although it did put up a fine show, thoroughly covering its lower half with a thick, stinking coat of rich, dark mud and leaving an impressive series of gouge marks in the trees beside it. It wasn’t quite satisfied, seeing as no mate had seen fit to show herself, but it didn’t see the need to thrash the same spot twice, and quickly moved on to find more thrashing places. Yellowish globs of pre leaked down its equine penis as it dragged itself out of the mud, staining the soil beneath it on its way to find another suitable spot.

It spent the next few hours wandering around in a lustful cloud with a full, turgid penis, plagued by the occasional fly swarm that required a fresh coat of mud. It had thrashed just about every spot it could find, and still no mate. Maybe it needed to spread its scent more… With a soft bellow, the moose scraped its hooves against the ground, carving out a crude ditch in the dirt. Before it had even finished, it was already filling it with urine— a golden stream of warm moose urine splashed inside the ditch and pooled inside. The moose lowered itself into the yellow puddle and let its musk wash over it, stumbling to its hooves after a few moments.

It wandered around and dug a couple more ruts, soaking its pelt in urine and mud. But once again, no luck. The moose plodded off with an angry snort after a few minutes, a thick cloud of flies trailing after it as it decided to try its luck somewhere else.

Finally, covered in dirt and piss and pre and followed by a few persistent flies, the moose stumbled out of the mushroom ring. As soon as it did, the enchantment that was responsible for its transformation instantly began to fade away. Fur shrank into its pelt, the magic forcing it back into its original shape now that it was leaving. But more importantly, its erect cock began to soften, the mental haze that accompanied mating season seeping away with every second that passed. Stray thoughts began to drift back into its head– nothing coherent yet, of course, but bits and pieces of the fairy’s original identity drifted into place.

Hooves gracefully split apart into fingers and toes while bones shifted and crackled, the moose’s skeleton shrinking in on itself. Its antlers dwindled away, the individual points melting back into a lump of bony tissue as its weight shifted towards its rear legs. Every part of the moose continued to shrink away, muscle and fat and fur all slogging off its frame like warm wax. Hundreds of pounds vanished over a few seconds– a soft popping sound echoing around it from the air rushing to fill the empty space.

More incomprehensible snorting echoed through the forest from the moose’s rapidly dwindling snout. Its skeleton had shifted back into a humanoid one, but while it stood like a person, the moose was still mostly feral. But as its physical form faded into mana, so did the remaining fur and flesh— everything morphing back to luminescent, slightly-translucent grassy green ether. Gossamer-like wings formed after a few seconds, pressing out between her shoulder blades while the pieces of her original fairy mind slowly fell back into place.

“Huuhuhhhuhh. Huusss aass I hhougghht. Too easy foh a fary af my power!”

The moose’s nose and lips had finished separating, although not enough to prevent a light lisp from forming. Its organs quickly faded away, merging into mana, while the smell of stale urine and soiled mud gradually left its body. Its penis shrank as well, thinning back into a dainty clit while its balls merged into its crotch. Her anus returned to its former slimness, while a slit opened underneath the clit that its cock had become, the edges fattening into perky labia.

“... waz aazy! Ahaha, and that idiot told me to take the long way!”

Meanwhile, another voice joined in. One of the flies that had stuck around had shifted back when the moose did– it had been too small to notice at first, but now that both fairies were close to the same size, her changes were apparent. Instead of fur, however, thin plates of black chitin were dotted around her skin. She had stubby antennae instead of antlers, as well as a pair of bumps around her waist— but was mostly back to being a glowing, light-blue fairy girl. The fairies stared at each other in shock for a moment after realizing they weren’t alone, the lingering moose instincts in the green fairy prompting her to aggressively glare at her new partner.

“Hey! Where’d you come from?” She snarled.

“I could say the same, I went in alone! Oh wait, you must’ve followed me. Right?” The blue fairy tilted her head curiously.

“I didn’t follow anyone!”

“Really? That’s weird…”

The fairies remained oblivious of each other’s slightly misshapen bodies, continuing to argue while they floated away from the ring. Little bumps puffed up on their flat, featureless chests, ever so slightly plumping up into tiny, perky breasts, each topped with a pale nipple. But as their moose and fly thoughts slowly evaporated from their minds, their argument morphed into playful teasing instead.

The blue fairy eventually shrugged and drifted a little closer to the green fairy. “Ahaha, you’re a little weird but I like you~!”

“Mmm, same. Come on, fly with me for a while~♫” The green fairy smiled and hugged the blue fairy.

Just a few barely visible patches of their previously feral bodies remained. A patch of peach fuzz here, , a little bit of chitin there, a little bit of stiffness in the fingers and some lingering blurriness in their eyes. But soon, that all faded– both fairies, now back to normal and brightly glowing with mana, giggled and playfully shoved each other around, drifting back into the undergrowth, the uneventful mushroom ring crossing slipping away from their minds after a few minutes. They had more important things to think about, after all.