A Magic: The Gathering TF Story

(Woman to Sheep)
(Woman to Cow)



Chandra sighed, looking to the necromancer with a clear scowl on her face. The redhead adjusted her goggles on her soot-covered face, turning her gaze back towards the farm they were supposed to be investigating.

“Cheer up, Sparks. I’m not interested in working with you either.” Liliana sighed. She adjusted her tiara, shuddering at the implication. People tended to mimic people who they were comfy with… Could her mirroring Chandra’s motion be a sign of trust? She hoped not.

At least her words seemed to upset the Gatewatch’s resident pyroclast pyromaniac. Chandra pursed her lips tighter, looking much like a child. “So, we’re agreed at least. We’re just here to look at this farm, then we’ll head back to the others.”

“Sure. Old pointy-ears seemed to think that this tract of land was still ‘unclean’, so I’d assume it’s up to us to cleanse it. You check the stable, I’ll check the pasture.” Liliana hummed, heading towards the pens without waiting for Chandra’s assent.

“Hey!” Chandra barred her way with a quick gout of flame. “Why am I the one who has to check the stables?”

Liliana sighed, gesturing towards her shoes. “Because you’re the tomboy wearing boots and I’m the lady wearing heels? I’d rather not step in any droppings, and it’s like as not to be dark in there. Obviously.”

“You know, you could have just said ‘because I have a natural torch’ and I’d have been fine with that.”

“I could have. And you could have stopped asking so many questions.” Liliana sighed. “Just meet me here, I’ll go help you if you call to me.”

“And if you call for me?” Chandra offered, only to realize the answer as soon as she asked it.

“I won’t need to.”

Chandra scowled, turning her back to the necromancer and tossing a rude gesture over her shoulder. She could tell Liliana saw from the condescending chuckle the woman let out, and Chandra returned to a usual scowl.

She lifted the latch for the stable door with a faint grunt, opening the wooden entry with a loud creak that seemed to echo around the farm. On the bright side, any nearby monsters would hear it and probably go for the woman in the grove before her.

Chandra frowned, clicking her fingers and causing a small light to spring to life before herself. The room looked clear enough, though one item in particular caught her attention. It was a cow’s bell, a golden and shining object that seemed impossibly well-polished for the area.

Something inside her bade her to move closer, and the pyromancer reached her hands towards the bell. Before she knew what she was doing, she’d pulled the bell over her neck, feeling its leather around her collar and swallowing anxiously with something almost close to… arousal?

The redhead blinked. No, that couldn’t be right. She wasn’t… Well, she was turned on, but… The woman blushed, checking around the stables one last time. The motion sent a faint ring through the air, and Chandra felt weak at the knees.

She wobbled in place, her face flushing and her cheeks turning a bright red. Two small horns slipped from the smooth skin on her forehead, and her ears doubled in size-not that she noticed. The woman was too distracted by the fact that she was unmistakably feeling arousal.

Luckily, she wasn’t the whore that Liliana no doubt thought she was… Unless the necromancer instead took her to be a hapless virgin. It was hard to tell with her sometimes. The thought of the necromancer made her blood boil, and she reasserted herself, stepping towards the door and nearly cumming as the bell around her neck rang once more.

Her heart pounded in her chest and Chandra nearly fell to her knees, her feet aching as they exploded out from her boots. She couldn’t hear the sound of splitting leather over the pounding of her heart in her long, floppy ears. She gave them a tussle, not noticing the strange feeling in her chest as her breasts swelled slightly.

Finally, the pounding in her ears passed. She lifted a shaky hand to the bell, holding the ringer in her hand so that it stayed silent. The woman stumbled out anxiously, eyes frantically questing for her friend. There, in the field… There was a familiar figure…

Chandra made her way towards Liliana, her movement stilted thanks to the hooves she stood on. Her eyesight was a little blurry, but she was able to make out the silhouette of Liliana. The closer she got to the woman; however, the more she saw something was wrong.

She was sure that Liliana had entered the field wearing her usual skintight dress, a slim thing that showed off her hourglass figure a little too generously. Now it looked like the woman was wearing a thick coat, something wooly and fuzzy.

A faint ringing entered her ears as she drew closer to them, though it didn’t shake her world like the ringing of the bell around her own neck. This sound was a little lighter, a jingling instead of a ringing… And every time it jingled, Liliana’s voice accompanied it.

“Baa-aah… Haa-aa-aaah!”

Chandra finally got close enough to the figure to see that she was indeed Liliana-though she certainly wasn’t the woman that Chandra had arrived with. Much like Chandra, Liliana had a bell around her neck-though unlike the pyromancer, the woman seemed to be half-sheep.

She had a bovine muzzle, thick black wool, and hooves for hands-hooves which were currently occupying Lilian’s thick, dark pussy. Chandra had to stare at her in surprise, at a loss for words for a moment. Finally, she managed one.

“What?”

Liliana twitched one of her larger, sheepy ears. Then she looked up to Chandra, smiling to her and revealing that her teeth were large, flat and blocky now. “Baa-aah! Thaa-aa baaa-aa-aahl! Ree-eehhngungh good!”

“The bells…” Chandra’s face flushed, and she let her hand fall from her own. The motion released the ringer, which sent a loud clang through the air, and tore a rush of pleasure through Chandra’s mind. The woman moaned, falling to her knees and letting out a loud groan not unlike that of a cow’s groan.

“Seeee?” Liliana bleated, groaning and curling into a ball of bliss, shaking her head and jingling her bell loudly again and again. Chandra watched in stunned horror as her compatriot bloated, her body losing its feminine proprtions in favor of the barreled body of an animal.

These were changes mirrored on Chandra’s own body, as her own bell’s ringing began to change her further and further. The first to go were her hands, removing her ability to keep the bell from jingling. Next were her breasts, which swelled so large and full that they felt they could almost burst.

Worst of all was the feeling in her belly, a growing, expanding sensation as though she was being inflated. Pound upon pound of fat packed onto herself, and she groaned lowly, feeling so much heavier, so bloated.

Her clothing was tight on her body, and there was just so much more of her body, more fat skin that her shirt and skirt were pressed tightly to! She pulled back from the sheep pen, doing her best to ignore the bleating of what had been a woman just moments before.

Desperately, Chandra reached her hoof-hands to her bell, a low groan slipping from her mouth at just how numb they large enamel hooves were. It jingled at her touch, and another orgasmic rush caused her to almost double over-almost. She was able to keep the bell from ringing somehow, but that didn’t change the transformation that would grip her because of the last bell’s ring.

She felt her pussy swell, becoming the thick and dark sex of an animal. She groaned at the feeling, heat dawning within her body. No doubt someone was lust-addled as Liliana would succumb to it, but Chandra was able to keep herself from touching herself. Lucky thing she hadn’t worn underwear today. If she did, she’d probably go mad from the feeling of cotton against her vagina.

Chandra wasn’t a transformative mage. She didn’t know how to fix whatever had happened to Liliana, whatever was happening to her. But she did know that if she could somehow make it back to her friends, back to the Gatewatch…

Well, honestly none of them probably had any idea what would work either. But they might know someone who did, and that was hope. Chandra held her fat arms to her sides, struggling to move as silently as possible.

She made it one step without moving the bell… And another, and another after that. A slow smile spread across her face with relief, and she looked out to the village. It seemed like it was impossibly far away, but she’d had worse trials before. She could deal with this.

At least, that was what Chandra had thought. A harsh thump at her backside made her bell ring again, and she fell onto her hoof-hands. To her immediate dismay, the motion wasn’t like falling as a human-her body felt natural like this, too natural. It was like her arms and legs had lengthened, or shortened, or something to make standing like an animal her new default posture.

Yet that wasn’t nearly as distressing to her as the weight that settled atop her back, the masculine grunting in her large ear. “Nuh-NOOO!” Chandra bellowed, looking behind herself to see a large bull straddling her.

He thrust into her, because why wouldn’t he? No doubt her could smell her puffed sex, her heat-laden vagina. He thought that she was just an animal, like him, like Liliana had become… Like Chandra was about to become. Her bell rang as his balls slapped her ass, and in that moment she knew that she was damned.

“NOOOHUOUGH!” She bellowed, her neck expanding, her vocal chords straining as they swelled. She could feel her ears flopping with the thrusting, and tears started to drip from her eyes. Chandra had never truly been helpless before, but now... Well, she couldn’t defend herself, and she felt as attuned to magic as any other cow.

The bull pulled back and speared her with his cock again, the motion jingling her bell once more. Her body ached, and she felt it in her gut this time. She groaned, her clothes straining against her plus-sized body.

Her clothes were getting so tight on her body, they were digging so tightly into her! “PUHOOOLEASE!” She groaned, her tongue spilling past her lips as this nightmarish transformation assailed her. The woman’s heart pounded with something almost approaching pleasure, and she shuddered.

Her sensitive breasts started to migrate south towards her privates, swelling further and further until they pressed tightly against one another. Then the skin between them started to merge, combining them into a single fat udder.

She could feel it jiggling, bulging beneath her body. Her swollen udders swayed with every thrust into her body, and she grunted lowly. With every ring of her bell, she could feel herself beginning to accept the change further and further, her mind slowly beginning to slip out from her larger head.

“NGHOO! I… UHH… DON’T WANNUH BE COOOOW!” She bellowed, her ears twitching angrily. Her face distended before her shocked eyes, which slid towards the sides of her skull. Distressed, Chandra groaned and bellowed, feeling her thoughts simplify further.

“Huhhh… Huhhhrd tooo think…” She moaned, her fat tongue slipping into her stretching snout. Memories of her old life were slipping from her head, replaced by the vapid mind of a cow. Interestingly, her memories weren’t being replaced by that of a cow’s… Though it wasn’t like her new brain would ever want to remember anything.

“MOOH!” She mooed in distress at the realization that her past was becoming just an empty blackness; then again as she forgot why she mooed in the first place. But if she’d made a sound, then there was a reason for it and she’d certainly have had reason to moo again. “UGHMMOO!”

The weight of the bull on her back increased, and she shook her head to try and clear it. The motion flopped her large cow ears, swaying her bulk. Still, it let her remember her name: Chandra. Anything else was too hard for her to think about, words were too complex. The only thing that really made sense to her was what she was doing at the moment: and at the moment, she was breeding.

Slowly, she started to rock back against the bull; against her mate. She groaned loudly, tossing her head and ringing her bell, blasting the last of her humanity from her head; causing her hair to fall from her bovine skull.

The cow succumbed to her pleasure, thrusting back against her bull, moaning loudly and lewdly, rewarding her mate with the sound of her pleasure. This was her life now, full of pleasure and bliss with nothing to worry about except eating enough to make good milk for her calves.

Me… Cow now… No… Think…

The cow lolled her head back and let out a moo of content, shaking her bell and clenching her walls. She spilled over his length, outright gushing with ecstasy and cementing her new life as a cow. The quiet bleating of nearby sheep and the oinking of pigs filled her big ears as she panted, forever a part of the farm.