Elven Princess Olianna is on a quest to secure help for an upcoming war! However, intimidating the followers of the goddess Ceres for free passage through their land might not be the best decision she could have made. (FTF anthro cow with udder, karmic punishment, detailed FTF TF) ~~~
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An Elf’s New Cause
“By the decree of Dalgra’Then, I order you to allow me past the checkpoint!” A tall elven woman in well-fitted, gleaming mithril armor demanded. A caravan of three carriages along with guards and servants followed behind.
A tail minotauros woman in overalls twiddled a piece of straw in her mouth while crossing her arms and leaning against the gate. She wiped sweat from her brow and brushed the messy brown hair from her face before letting out a sigh. “This here land is private property,” the woman said plainly. “With the tariffs so high, we can barely afford to maintain our farm as is; if you want to cut through our land as a shortcut, you gotta pay up,” she insisted, reaching a hand out, palm up as she gestured for the payment with her fingers.
The elven woman cast a death glare, her two female guards standing at the ready with their respective hands resting on the hilts of the swords at each of their waists. “I am Olianna Dalgra’Then! Third princess of King Oldren. I come this way seeking passage through your land and into Harrowen, where I will seek allies for an inevitable upcoming war!”
The minotaurous’s tail lazily swished as she idly touched one of her horns and let out a grunt. “Yeah? Is this war gonna take place on my farm?” She asked incredulously.
“These matters are of importance to the elves of Lumenvale; we would not go on such a journey on behalf of foreign lands. Now, if you wish to maintain peace, I suggest you allow us through without any preposterous demands,” Olianna demanded, partially unsheathing the wing-hilted blade from her side.
“I reckon Ceres won’t be happy to have extortionists traveling through her domain. I aint interested in a fight, so I’ll let you on through,” the cow woman said plainly as she unlatched the heavy metal gate and pushed it open, her toned muscles bulging as she did so.
Olianna winced. “I will forgive your insults only this once,” she spat as she walked through with her entourage. She mentioned Ceres? A powerful deity of fertility and the harvest; one who was known to be unforgiving to those who crossed her. “You’d better not be threatening me; it isn’t wise to anger the royalty of Lumenvale,” she insisted.
“Nah. No threat,” the minotauros yawned and stretched before scratching her head. “Just a warning. My people won’t lay a finger on ya, but we aren’t responsible for any acts of retribution enacted by our goddess And, if something happens to ya and your people come seeking vengeance, Ceres will deem the elves of Lumenvale mortal enemies; that aint something you want.”
Olianna wanted to run that damned hick cow through with her blade, but knew she had to refrain from frivolous violence. In all likelihood, this beast woman was trying to scare her as a form of petty revenge for what she deemed unjust. “If your goddess is smart, she won’t wish to make enemies of my people,” she insisted with a smirk and an air of superiority. With that, she gestured for her kin to follow as they headed down the dirt road. Rolling hills and farmland stretched into the horizon to the left, with a thick forest a mile to the right, which would be east from their trek down the road.
“Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” the gatekeeper shrugged, offering the group a wave as they made their way down the road.
~~~
Over the next few hours, Olianna continuously scowled, feeling nothing but anger toward that petulant cow. She now sat within the well-cushioned and comfortable carriage, which used a box lined with ice magic runes to pump cool air into the vicinity. After all, royalty need not suffer from the heat and humidity during such a trek.
“Ceres? Give me a break,” she muttered before wincing. Her well-fitted trousers uncomfortably hugged her legs, seeming tighter than usual. She pulled at the fabric bunched at her thighs before noticing the similar uncomfortable tightness swelling within her chest. A trick of the head and humidity outside perhaps?
With a grunt, she carefully removed her mithril armor, remaining in only their trousers and the light silk tunic she wore underneath. Upon raising her arms, something seemed terribly off. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected her hands and forearms. Were they a little thicker than usual? There also appeared to be more fuzz than she recalled; elven women had notoriously little body hair, so seeing the small hair strands was somewhat disconcerting.
Her head and mouth suddenly throbbed and she quickly touched her lips and chin. Something also seemed off up here, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Was her mouth larger? More pronounced? Feeling panicked, she called for her retainer and guard. “Selia! I require you at once!” She demanded.
“Yes, my lady?” A petite elf with short, feathery light brown hair asked as she entered the carriage.
“Do I look strange? My arms and face, I mean. Does something seem off to you?” She demanded.
Selia tilted her head and looked at the princess carefully. “You appear pale; perhaps some food and rest would serve you well, Princess,” she gently replied.
“Is that it? Nothing else?”
Selia shook her head. “No. You look as you always have; perhaps the lack of sleep and long time on the road is to blame. Could I get you something to eat or drink? I am at your service.”
Olianna sighed, absentmindedly scratching her ankle as it started to itch. Perhaps Selia was right; rest was likely in order. “That is unnecessary, but I will take a nap. Please wake me if I am needed, or if I am still asleep in three hours,” she insisted.
“Yes, of course. Please rest well, my lady,” Selia bowed before taking her leave.
Olianna sighed and laid back on the soft, cushy bench, which was easily long enough for her to rest. She pulled a cushion under her head and grabbed her traveling cloak from the nearby hanger, pulling it over her like a blanket. ‘Yes… I just need some rest; that’s all.’
~~~ Olianna fell into a troubled slumber. Within her dreams, she found herself wandering alone across nondescript farm land, the hot summer sun beating overhead. Why was she here? Where were her servants and retainers? She wiped the seat from her brow and trudged onward, each step heavier and clumsier than the last.
Her thighs began to unceremoniously jiggle and strain against her pants, her ass bouncing and desperately straining against its ill-fitted confines. “Hnnnng…” She grunted as her tits pulsed and expanded, causing the seams of her tunic to rip and fray.
“This-- w-- what?” She stammered in disbelief. Her first instinct was to stop, inspect herself, and panic. Instead, her feet continued plodding onward while her tailbone ached and her facial bones popped and snapped. Fur quickly sprouted and erupted from her wrists and all she could do was stare in complete horror. “N-- no-- what the hell!? I-- I’m a princess!” She screamed.
Despite her protests, her body continued changing. Her nose flattened against her face while her mouth jutted outward, becoming an always-visible eyesore at the bottom of her field of vision. Her ears rose higher and elongated while small horns broke through the skin atop her head. All the while, her hips and waist pulsated, her pants ripping asunder to make room for her impressive ass and frantically swishing tail.
‘I am a merciful goddess… Be grateful I’m simply making you one of my daughters,’ a feminine voice purred into her head.
Olianna moaned loudly as her breasts increased in size, tearing her tunic apart as her massive tits sprung free, her nipples erect and oozing a creamy white fluid. “M-- Mooooo!” Olianna moaned as her vulva and nipples spasmed, sending euphoric ripples through her swollen, increasingly fur-coated frame.
Thoughts of having her tits played with flooded her head. She imagined a massive minotaur man railing her from behind, spreading her pussy apart with his mighty cock while fondling her breasts and relieving them of their great milk reserves.
“N-- No!!” She screamed, reaching up in horror to touch her pseudo-muzzle, feeling the white, brown-splotched fur that now coated the vast majority of her. This was a nightmare, right? This wasn’t real-- it couldn’t be.
~~~
“Lady Olianna?” Selia said warmly, poking her head into the carriage.
Olianna’s eyes opened wide as she sat up. “Y-- Yes? Do you need something?”
Selia thought something looked off, but couldn’t quite make anything out within the dim carriage lighting. “We found a spot to set up camp. I want to make sure it’s to your liking,” she said softly.
A minute later, Olianna pulled herself up and pulled her cloak around herself. As she moved, she felt heavy and sluggish. Stepping from the carriage caused her ass to jiggle and wobble within her tight trousers, while her nipples uncomfortably chafed upon the tunic, sending slight shocks of pain through her sensitive frame.
After stepping out of the carriage, a sudden tearing sound echoed through the air. Her eyes widened in horror as she felt her pants clearly rip, hidden only by the cloak. “I-- I think something is wr-- wrooo-- ooooooh!” She moaned as her face flared up with great pain, her hose quivering and suddenly widening. Small patches of fur erupted from her wrists and ankles, filling in the fuzz that appeared earlier.
Selia ran to Olianna’s side. “What’s wr--,” she started to say before her eyes widened and she staggered back a step. “M-- My lady!” She screamed before turning to the other guards. “Get Rena!” She demanded, referring to Olianna’s other retainer, who was skilled in the healing arts.
With the whole party now panicking and moving, Selia helped Olianna sit and lay back on a bed roll, eyeing her from top to bottom with a look of great concern. “P-- Princess… How do you feel? Are you okay?”
“Uggh… W-- what… What’s happening to m-- meeeoooh!” She gasped and moaned as her mouth suddenly pushed forward a solid inch, her nose further-flattening while her nostrils grew larger. A slight pressure at her tailbone manifested and quickly intensified, followed by a ripping sensation as something broke through the skin. Tears filling her eyes, she shakily touched her mouth and nose, shaking her head in denial. A desperate feel of her ears confirmed they sat higher upon her head and had stretched past where an elf’s ears would naturally. “I-- no… No-- I-- I”m turning into a cow!” She screamed in pure denial, shaking her head as if it would wake her from the terrible nightmare.
Rena found herself at Olianna’s side, her eyes widening in horror. She quickly repressed her desire to freak out and placed her glowing hands above the princess. “It’s probably some type of curse-- I have dispelled far worse; I will save you,” she hastily promised as she began to chant with her eyes closed tight in concentration.
Olianna whimpered and nodded while biting her lip. All the while her breasts inflated causing her to grit her teeth as the fabric beneath her cloak tore and the massive gloves broke free of their prison. Deeply humiliated, Olianna shakily pulled the cloak around herself more tightly, silently begging for Rena to break the curse as quickly as possible. “O-- oooh…” She moaned as her nipples quivered and oozed milk.
To make things worse, fur crept up the princess’s arms and legs at an alarming rate while an intense, burning itch consumed her stomach below the navel. Fighting tears, she trembled and scratched her stomach, which now felt swollen, with small bumps running up either side.
“Ugggggh!” Olianna wailed when her feet started to grind and pop. The bones seemingly collapsed inward while her toes stiffened and gradually merged, one by one. Peering downward, she could only stare with her mouth agape as she witnessed her toes merging into a dark, calcified mass. She tried and failed to wiggle her digits, a swelling of fear and anger consuming the elven princess.
“P-- Please, you have to break the curse fast!” Selia begged, giving Rena a desperate look.
Rena grunted and furrowed her brow, shaking her head in frustration. “I’m trying-- I’m trying, but something’s wrong. The magic affecting the princess is far stronger than any I’ve witnessed before.”
That was not what the princess wished to hear. This was a cruel joke, right? She pinched her arm, half expecting to wake up from a dream. Seconds later, she tried again and had to accept that this was reality. “N-- NO!!” Olianna screamed as her ankles and lower legs reshaped, the darkened masses splitting into cloven hooves where her feet once protruded. All the while, her tail grew in length and a pink sack began to inflate beneath her belly button. The bumps started to elongate while Olianna probed the squishy protrusion with a mix of terror and curiosity.
“I-- I am sorry, but we must remove this,” Rena insisted, grabbing the cloak as she pulled it from the princess.
“N-- No, DON’T LOOK AT--,” the princess started, but it was too late. As the cloak was pulled away, her gigantic tits and growing udder clearly displayed themselves for Olianna’s retainers, who both recoiled in horror.
By now, Olianna was nearly covered from head to toe in fur, with a mouth that appeared halfway transformed into a muzzle. Her hips and ass were greatly pronounced, giving the once-lithe elf a thick, exaggerated hourglass shape. “D-- Don’t look at me-- p-- ple-- mmmoooo!” She wailed as her vulva quivered and throbbed, sending an orgasmic pulse through her steamy nethers. Her nipples responded in turn, aching as spurts of milk let loose and nearly hit her retainers. All she could do was writhe, pant, and moan while her changes progressed through the final phase.
Rena closed her eyes tightly and silently mouthed the words of a chant as she worked frantically to undo the curse. Selia trembled badly and turned away, heeding her lady’s request not to look at her.
Olianna’s udder fattened, the skin stretching as her new teats extended to their full length, each of the sensitive new appendages tingling as beads of opaque fluid appeared at the tips. Unable to think clearly, she touched one of the strange growths and pinched ever so slightly. “M-- Moooo!” She moaned with mixed pleasure and humiliation, a slight spurt of milk spraying into the air.
‘You will spend the next five years proving yourself to me, my daughter,’ a familiar voice cooed into Olianna’s head. ‘Within you is a portion of my fertility magic. You will use your new power to bring life and growth to parts of my land ravaged by drought and plague.’
Olianna teared up, realizing her folly. She should have heeded the words of that minotauros girl, but now it was too late. “Y-- You won’t break the curse,” she stammered, pulling the cloak over herself again as she covered her face in pure humiliation.
~~~
A year later, a cloaked woman approached a dying farm, her retainers close behind. She walked up to a young female farmhand desperately trying to get a sick foal to drink. “Young lady. The animals here are sick, correct? I-- I’m here to help as an emissary of Ceres,” she said quietly.
“C-- Ceres? Really?” The girl asked desperately, looking up at the cloaked figure.
The woman winced and sighed before nodding and pulling her hood back, showing her pseudo mozzule and cow-like appearance. “Yes, that’s right. Let me see this little one.” She knelt down and mentally readied herself before pulling the cloak back, exposing her nude form with swollen tits and an udder. Ceres insisted that Olianna should not hide her form from others; that hiding the divine shape granted by the goddess would imply that her body was something to be ashamed of.
“Come here,” she said quietly, pulling the foal close. She guided its head to her udder and momentarily grimaced as the young horse latched on and began to suck.
Olianna stifled a moan as her body trembled, sparks of tingly bliss radiating through her swollen udder. All the while, the foal began to look healthy again, its fur gaining a lustrous shine while its emaciated form filled out with fat and muscle.
“W-- Wow! You’re amazing!!!” The young girl cried, staring at the cow woman in awe. “Th-- there’s more… So many are sick; can you please help us?” She begged.
Olianna separated from the freshly-healed foal and pulled the cloak around herself again. “Please lead the way; I’m here to serve.”
There were four more years of service remaining for the young elf princess, but it wasn’t all bad. Though she’d never admit it out loud, she’d been able to experience greater pleasure in this new form than s he had ever before. While following the young girl, she couldn't help but wonder if she’d get the opportunity to heal a strong, handsome minotaur man.