(People to Various, F to Chimera)
Princess Erika woke with a start, then with a faint mewl of distate. She’d somehow been moved from her delightful room in the castle to some sort of barn. Worse still, the barn was occupied, not only be animals, but worse—by the poor.
Erika knew a commoner when she saw one, and the brunette before her had to be a commoner. She had a freckled, sun-kissed face, with broad features that some baseborns would probably find likable. It was lucky none of them had standards, otherwise the working class might die out altogether.
She chuckled, even as the commoner spoke to her—and without being addressed first, no less!
“So. I’m Vera. Apparently you’ve heard of me?”
Indignation almost kept Erika from replying. The only thing that motivated her to dignify the wretch with a response was the fact that she had, in fact, heard of the name. Vera was the name of the witch she’d asked to have hunted—as a birthday present, of course.
“Can’t say that I have,” Erika lied, dusting her shoulder off idly. “Though… If I had, I might advise this ‘Vera’ to unhand me, before the noble guards get here.”
Vera laughed at that. It was a rich, full sound—with a hint of condescension, no less.
Erika didn’t appreciate that, she detested jokes going over her head and jokes at her expense, and this felt like a combination of both. The girl scowled, folding her arms. “What’s so funny? Your imminent demise?”
“No, actually. It’s the fact that you don’t seem to recognize your loyal guards—though… Perhaps a demonstration is owed? It would be rather unkind of you not to share in their fates.” As Vera spoke, she reached towards one of the animals, a long-necked creature covered in thick, dark fur.
Erika’s eyes narrowed in confusion, only to widen in surprise as her throat tingled. She reached her hands towards her collar, digging her nails into the skin of her neck—and finding her every scratch met with soft hair.
“Wh-what? What are you do-eh-eh-ehhng?” Her voice rose to a stammered bleat, and the girl grunted as her neck began to slowly stretch. She grunted, squeezing her eyes shut at the strange, impossible sensation.
“I-I don’t like theh-eh-ehss!” She whimpered, gagging slightly as mucus in her throat began to thicken. Her longer neck was ripe with the stuff, and she coughed some into her mouth, gagging and letting it drool past her lips.
All the while, the hairs grew thicker, shaggier, denser. They curled past her fingers, then past even her hands. The princess’s collar was getting warm, and she fanned at herself, whimpering as the motion didn’t reach her features. Of course, it was only natural it wouldn’t, as her neck was now three feet long.
She looked in confusion to the animal the witch was petting, and the moment she made eye contact with the beast, a rather peculiar thing happened. She felt her mind drifting, as though she was falling asleep, a new world swimming to the forefront of her thoughts.
xXx
Lei Yan was the stealthiest of the royal guards, and that was precisely why they’d chosen her to perform reconnaissance about the witch’s hovel. Not that she thought it was necessary. After all, what harm could a farm witch do? Would she grow some seeds in a menacing manner?
“You know, if you want to buy something, you’ll need to show up during normal hours. As in, daytime.”
Lei Yan stiffened, turning towards the voice slowly. Witches were no laughing matter, and she didn’t want to risk being caught off-guard by this one. The dark-haired woman narrowed her almond eyes, taking the measure of her quarry.
“Though, I suppose it might be too much to hope you’re here on normal business,” The witch sighed. She ran her hands through her hair, shaking her head. “You’re a foreigner, right? I’ll need to think of something extra special for you…”
Lei Yan didn’t bother with a response. Instead, she dove towards the witch, arm outstretched—only to jerk to a stop. Mostly. Her body remained stiff, but her head continued its motion, neck stretching out until it was almost half as long as she was tall.
“Nggh!” Lei Yan grimaced. She’d heard of stories, ill-fated stories of wanderers like herself who’d fallen prey to witch’s clutches. Enough warriors had ended up transformed, usually into reptilian forms. Was that what was about to happen to her?
Her fears proved to be somewhat unfounded, as a thick coat of wooly fur burst from her every pore, audibly puffing out like a towel fanned in the wind. The woman gasped in shock, choking a second later as her thick neck clogged with mucus.
“Don’t imagine you’ve heard of this creature. It’s called a llama, something like a sheep from a distant land. I feel it’s fitting for someone like you, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Nehh-EH-EH-EGH!” Lei Yan beated by way of response. The sound cleared some of the mucus, sending it into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, and her eyes watered as she wondered what to do with herself. Some strange instinct crept into her mind, and she leaned her long neck back, whipping it forward and spitting a gobbet of saliva indelicately onto the floor.
“Oh, though llamas do tend to do that,” Vera hummed, chuckling. “No matter. I’ve never raised one of them on my farm before, this is bound to be fun!”
Lei Yan didn’t see any ‘fun’ in this whatsoever. Her entire body ached, taut muscles tensing from head to toe as her body warped and reshaped. Her torso stretched as did her arms and legs, though her midriff bloated. Her hourglass figure little more than a distant memory, the changing woman bleated again in distress.
She wiggled her fingers and toes, feeling them bulge up and combine into a set of small, clacking hooves. They scrabbled against the wooden floor of the witch’s hut, the dull scraping sound easily picked up by her growing, perked ears.
Lei Yan wobbled and fell in an ungainly manner onto her flank, popping the seams on her clothing and showing much of the thick, puffed fur that lay beneath. She struggled to rise to two legs, but her changed legs weren’t strong enough to support herself, forcing her to wobble and sway with every attempted step. These attempts met only with failure, as she fell again and again.
“That pesky little ‘brain’ of yours giving you trouble? Don’t worry, we’ll smooth that out, too.”
Lei Yan looked up to the witch, opening her stretching jaw to try to speak again. Then the witch made good on her word, and all thought fled her mind in an instant, wiped clear without any resistance. Her jaw hung slack for a moment, vacant idiocy clear on her expression.
xXx
Erika returned to the present, looking to the creature she now knew as a llama—and to be one of her old protectors. However, rather than feel any pity for the woman, she only felt fear for her own future.
“N-neeh-eh-eh!” She bleated, panicked, scrambling backwards on her hands and feet. “P-pleh-eh-ease! Not an animal like her!”
“Oh, you won’t be an animal like her. You won’t be an animal like any other…” Vera hummed, walking towards one of the other animals, a cow.
Erika blinked in confusion, only to groan and arch her back as a hot pressure gripped her loins. It was warm and full, an overstuffed ache that gestated deep within her, wanting to bulge and ripple outwards. The girl pressed her hands against it, trying to crane her long neck down and failing miserably.
“Wheh-eh-eh’s happening to meeOOOOUGUH!” Erika’s voice dropped in pitch as she fell back against the barn’s wall. The fur along her long neck matted against the wall uncomfortably, and she rolled her head left and right, finding some comfort in pushing her burning cheek against the cool wood.
She could feel her trim belly pressing out against her hands. It swelled outwards, growing rounder, softer, doughier. It was almost like fat, except it was full of something, sloshy with liquid. The girl clutched at herself, whimpering quietly.
“I fee-ee-eehl so funnOOO!” She bellowed again, heart hammering in her chest. Some instinct drove her to run her palm along the swollen flesh, and she found herself greeted with four sensitive, aching buds. Her eyes widened, and she pet them harder, gasping as a new thrill filled her. Impossibly, despite the situation, she was aroused.
The girl looked back towards the witch, squeezing her fingers against herself, some detached part of her realizing what would come of this. She curled her fingers around one of what she knew had to be teats, shuddering with pleasure as a thin trail of milk dripped from it.
Erika found her vision drifting again, this time towards the cow’s eyes…
xXx
Ravia swung a fist at the witch’s door, breaking it to splinters in a second. She found some strange wooly beast and a donkey looking back at her, both of which bleated in confusion. The woman blinked, tilting her head to the right.
“This is… Not what I was expecting,” she said slowly.
“And all the more shame it wasn’t,” a voice called to her left.
Ravia turned, her nose bumping into a woman’s outstretched finger. To her credit, she immediately realized her error, though by then it was much too late. Her nose broadened on her features immediately, nostrils stretching wide and flaring with each of her breaths.
She stumbled back, her arms suddenly feeling very weak. Strangely, that terrified her more than the face that her face was still growing. Her teeth coarsened inside her jaw, thickening in time with her bloating tongue.
“Ravia! Sofia! Report!” Helen barked from outside. “Have you found Lei Yan?”
Ravia looked back through the archway, intending to let out a warning. Instead, she managed a loud “MMOOOOUH!”
“Ooh, was there one more of you? Good, I could use a new pet…” Vera chuckled, circling behind Ravia and patting the woman’s back.
It was enough to unbalance the warrior, who flailed her arms in an attempt to catch her balance. Every rotation of her shoulders restricted her motion a bit more, until they hung out before her at an odd angle.
She wobbled out through the splintered front door like this, looking for her commander, for whatever good that would do. However, the second she took a breath of the outside air, she felt her lungs expand… And expand, and expand. Her chest barreled out, popping the straps on her leather armor.
Her muscles dwindled away, replaced instead by thick, portly fat. White and black-spotted fur crept across her body like an itchy carpet. Unfortunately, with her arms stuck as they were, she couldn’t scratch at herself. Instead, she bumped against the frame of the door, rubbing her ever-larger body against the wood.
“R-Ravia?” For once, Helen sounded unsure of herself.
Ravia let out a pitiful moo, thumping down onto her hooves, joggling her bloated body. Her ears changed just so they could flick back towards the animals exiting the witch’s hovel, a herd… Her herd?
Ravia blinked in confusion at the intrusion, only to feel a gurgling between her belly and groin. It was a bubbling sort of pressure, as though she’d had too much to drink. Bur rather than filling her stomach, this felt as though it was filling something… Different.
Oddly enough, it was becoming harder to think the more that this strange thing bulged and flooded. It was as though her brains were flooding directly into her udder—udder! That was the word. She mooed somewhat proudly at having remembered that, only to remember the human she wanted to speak to.
Only… Something about that sounded odd to her. It could have been that she thought of humans as something foreign to herself… But it was probably that she had thought she was capable of speech. Yes, that sounded especially odd.
The cow let out a contented moo, glad that issue was settled. Then she lowered her head towards the nearby grass, chomping down a mouthful and beginning to graze.
xXx
“MnnOOOO! Erika not ahmmehh-eh-eh! Not cow!” Erika wailed, whimpering as she realized how dopey she sounded. Worse, she couldn’t quite think of how to address herself in the first person anymore.
“Ooh, good. It’s starting.”
“MOOOt’s starting?” Erika whimpered, only to find herself distracted. The heat between her legs grew more intense, and she felt herself clench with need.
“Hgghuuh!” She fell forward, her long neck thumping against the ground even though her bloated udder cushioned the fall somewhat. Milk squirted from her nipples as she looked pitifully up towards the witch.
“Aw, having some trouble? I can help with that…” Vera purred, reaching down and cupping Erika’s cheeks in her hands.
Erika groaned as Vera lifted her head from the ground. It was like her spine had turned to jelly, allowing the witch to take her neck and drag it up and back, pulling it into the proper posture for a beast of burden.
As the witch did, Erika felt a tingling across her beautiful body. Her hourglass figure began to distort, swelling and growing thicker. “Nee-heheh! What you do to ErikOOOO now! StOOP!” Erika wailed, drooling over the witch’s hands.
She felt a little mucus rise in her throat, and remembered what Lei Yan had done to clear it. She struggled to keep herself from spitting, but it was like trying to fight a yawn on too little sleep. Instinct drove her to hock some mucus into her throat, but she did her best to force it back, to keep it down.
Her feet scrabbled at the hay below herself, and she found herself kicking them out behind herself, expressing her displeasure without opening her mouth. A glimmer of recognition flickered in her mind, and she realized what sort of animal she’d just imitated.
Her mouth opened of its own accord in an attempt to scream, but animal instinct forced her to roughly spit first. “Hgheeh-ehheEEE-heh-eh-AWWW!” She bleated and brayed in the same breath, kicking her hind legs again even as her shoulders and hips flared.
“NOOOOOOOUGHAAWW! ErikHAAAW no donkeh-eh-eh-HEEAUUW!” She wailed, unintentionally casting her gaze towards the nearby gray-furred animal.
xXx
Sofia had sensed Lei Yan’s fate first, of course. She was a prodigy for a reason. “Damn. So much for her,” the royal witch sighed, tucking her spellbook into her robes. She looked to Ravia and Helen with a cocksure grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this in a flash.”
“Five minutes!” Ravia laughed, flexing her arm and patting her bicep. “Then I’m breaking the door in, and breaking some heads.”
Sofia didn’t have time to explain to Ravia how muscles wouldn’t work on a witch, even a farm witch. Instead, she teleported into the witch’s hovel, finding… herself on all four hooves, with a ropy tail swaying behind her.
Her eyes widened, and the girl tried to cry out in displeasure. “HUUUGHEEAAUW!” A bray slipped past her thick lips, exposing her blocky, unkempt teeth.
“Oh wow, you actually tried to magic your way in here,” the target hummed with amusement. She turned from the llama that was drooling into her hands, looking at the new arrival. “I’m guessing that you used to be a real such-and-such in the courts, right?”
Sofia scuffed her hooves, kicking her hind legs out behind herself. This wasn’t right! She was a genius! If only she could talk, or move her fingers, or do anything, she’d surely put this lowborn barn witch in her place!
“Probably lucky for me, right? No way I’d win in a spellcasting contest. Of course, all that power must have really done a number on your humility. Let’s teach you some of that, shall we?” Vera plucked a mirror from her table, angling it towards the donkey.
Sofia didn’t need to see what had happened to her to know what she’d become. Still, some morbid curiosity prompted her to look in the mirror. Or at least, that’s what she assumed at the time. No sooner did her eyes make contact with the mirror than she felt a fogginess begin to overtake her thoughts.
“HUGUHH?” She groaned loudly, watching her eyes begin to cloud. Her eyes… They had been so bright and shining a moment ago, and now they were dulling over, a bit at a time.
“See, sometimes it takes a visual cue. You can change a body all you want, but sometimes it takes a little extra to make sure that the mind plays along,” Vera hummed, setting down the mirror and stroking Sofia’s long ears.
Sofia wasn’t sure what the witch was talking about, and that frightened her. Part of her knew that she had been amazing at that same sort of magic, and yet she couldn’t remember a single thing about it. The jennet leaned a little harder into the pets, letting them calm her a little.
Actually, the pets felt… Really good…
Sofia leaned in a little closer towards the witch, groaning lowly and stupidly under her breath. Her large gray-furred belly rose and fell with each breath, and she grinned like an idiot. Then the door burst open, and things went to hell.
xXx
Erika drooled and shuddered, her short donkey body barely able to keep her udder from the ground. She stared up at the witch pitifully, hating the fact that she was even more aroused now than she’d been before.
“What’s that? Got something to say, you stupid animal?” Vera chuckled. “Maybe an apology, for trying to have me hunted down like some common beast?”
“MOOO-HAWW!” Spittle flecked at Erika’s lips. “N-nouh! Me no sorreh-eh-eh-HAWW!” She whimpered. “Nuhhh animal!” She had to force the word out to make it sound right.
“Oh? That’s a shame. Because animals get bred. And I think you want to get bred, don’t you?” Vera cooed, kneeling slightly to make eye contact with the changing princess. She didn’t need to look far in spite of Erika’s stubby body, thanks to the girl’s long neck.
The words were like tossing a match onto dry wood. Erika lifted her backside, swaying it from left to right, moo-moaning in terror as long, coarse hairs slid out from the base of her spine. They were so long and thick, better suited for a mare than whatever sort of hybrid monster she was becoming.
At the same time, her ass swelled, growing out larger, thicker. She curled her fingers and toes into the ground, pretending that the motion was of her own volition. The truth was, she couldn’t have resisted even if she’d wanted to—the skin on her hands and feet was darkening, even as her digits melted into one another, leaving her with big, equine hooves.
The changes turned her on even more, as she imagined scuffing her hooves in the dirt as a mate railed her from behind. “MOO heh-eh-eh-eHORNEEEAUWW!” Erica cried out, arching her long neck back, squeezing her eyes shut. “HOOOORNEEEEIIIIGHUHUHH!”
The sound was evidently what a nearby stallion had been waiting for, as he scuffed his hooves impatiently, looking to the girl with a clear, burning need. She looked back, meeting his gaze…
xXx
Ester wasn’t one of the royal guards. She wasn’t even a high-ranking official. She was a handmaiden, who had the misfortune of just being in the way.
She looked pitifully up to the witch, still doubled-over from the changes that had been inflicted on her body. Her ass was huge now, and her delicate thighs rippled with muscle. A long, heavy cock extended from her thighs, into both of her hands.
“Go on.” The witch whispered. “Do it.”
Ester whimpered, but couldn’t resist the temptation. Her hands slid up and down her shaft, and she shuddered, convulsing with how violently amazing it felt. Her every inch was sensitive to the touch, and the girl’s jaw went slack as she stroked the tip of her new cock.
“You like that, don’t you? You want to be a big, strong horse? Of course you do. How else are you going to carry our prize back to the barn?”
The witch was still talking, but in truth Ester was in a different world. Her feet exploded from her shoes, thick hooves clopping against the ground. Long, shaggy hairs slid from her wrists and ankles, coming in thick and heavy. She could feel her fetlocks against her shaft, and she bucked her hips with need.
A little too much need, as it were. The girl was off-balance, and she fell forward against the witch, hips pistoning as she humped into her hands. “Fuggnnn… Nnnhhh…” She garbled out an attempt to speak, already too lost to lust.
“Sssh, there, there. Vera’s got you,” the witch stroked her new charge’s neck, and new muscles rippled along Ester’s body as her head stretched from her shoulders.
All of her was growing, becoming large and powerful. It was intoxicating.
Ester’s nostrils flared, and she pictured herself thrusting not into her hands, but into a mare. A mare, with a dripping, dark, fertile pussy… Her eyes clouded, irises growing large as though drugged. She nickered softly, letting out a human impression of a stallion.
Stallion… He was one of those, right? Ester humped into his hands a little more forcefully, feeling their delicate female skin begin to harden. His precum dribbled over his forming hooves, enough to keep himself from feeling any discomfort.
Then Vera took a step back, and Ester fell onto his new hooves, vainly only able to hump at the air. His eyes went wide, then stretched to the sides of his face as his skull sloped outwards. “NUHHEIIGH!” He bellowed, loud enough to wake the castle… Not that he cared.
“My poor, horny boy…” Vera chuckled, watching the handmaiden grow bigger, bulkier, and more masculine. It was hard to believe the draft horse had been a thin waifish maid, at the wrong place in the wrong time. But, needs must.
Ester’s ears lifted to the sides of his head as the witch spoke again, and the last of his human intelligence caught onto her words.
“Don’t worry, sweet boy. You’ll have your toy soon enough…”
xXx
Erika’s pussy dripped as it swelled, her lips thickening, full and rubbery labia puckering up into a mare’s vagina. She felt it winking uncontrollably, each flex of her muscles letting a kiss of cool air touch her needy folds.
“NEEIGH-EHEHMMOOO!” She stammered.
Vera laughed. “What’s that? You want to get fucked?”
“Yahhuhhh!” Erika nodded dopily, only to remember that she was supposed to not want this. For… Reasons. She couldn’t really remember that many of them, though she was sure that some part of her didn’t want to be bred by a horse. Another, much larger, part of her, happened to sport a horse cunt. Her internal debate didn’t last long.
“Wah… Whhuhh…” Erika struggled to think of the right words. “Eh-ehe-hhh… Eri wannnaw breed…” She muttered, human enough to be embarrassed.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” Vera hummed, slapping the horse’s flanks. “Go on, get up there, let her enjoy these last changes!”
“Muh… More?” Erika blinked. “No wannaaww mooohehehehehre... Wann-”
Her attempt at speech was cut off as the stallion reared up and drove himself fully into her. Even though she sported the right genitals, her body was still that of a donkey, short enough to make the two feet of horse cock feel like it was enough to split her open.
She fell onto her udder, craning her wooly neck back to nuzzle the stallion’s neck, eyes glazing and crossing at the same time. Her tongue spilled from her mouth, swelling, thickening, flopping past her lips until it hung down well past her chin.
She didn’t care that she was changing anymore, she only cared that she was being bred. She shook her head out, tousling her hair and feeling it thicken on her brow. Dimly, a fading part of her realized that this would be the end of her human face.
Any sadness she would have felt at the thought was driven from her mind by another thrust from the stallion, one that was forceful enough to make the girl’s face fall forwards into Vera’s breasts. She tried to pull her head back, but the motion took more than she expected as her face stretched like putty, pulling into a muzzle.
“Careful, you’re drooling into my tits!” Vera laughed mockingly. “So much for all that noble blood of yours, eh?”
“Huhhh…” Erika took a deep breath in, following it with another and another. She found herself panting feverishly, in some attempt to keep her warm body cool. “HuuhuhuhuhNuuhEEIGHHOOF! ROOOF!”
“WOOF WOOF!” A dog barked back, and Erika dumbly looked down, seeing a thickly-furred animal.
xXx
Helen, captain of the royal guards, had seen enough. She needed to run to tell the kingdom, to warn them of what was coming. Or at least, that’s the excuse she’d made in an attempt to ease her conscience. Lei Yan, Sofia, even Ravia… Her sworn compatriots were little more than animals, and she might be next!
The woman turned tail, hoping that the expression wouldn’t be literal, and sprinted away. She made it a few steps before realizing that despite her haste, she had still fled much too late. A dull thump sounded beside her as her sword fell from stiff fingers, no longer able to curl around its hilt.
Helen looked down to her hand, whimpering uncharacteristically at the sight of her palms darkening. She’d had a dog as a child, and immediately recognized the soft, lush pad that was sprouting from her hand.
The guard clutched her changing forming paw to her breast, looking towards the castle. She wanted to keep running, but… How far would she make it? Would she lose her mind just like the others? If so, what would happen to her then?
“What’s the matter?” The witch called, from the distance. “Scared you’ll run off and end up as some mangy street-mutt, fit for only alley dogs?”
Helen turned, hating herself for what she was about to do. But she’d seen enough to know she was powerless against this. If Sofia had fallen, what luck would she have?
She began to walk towards the witch, each footfall like another nail in her coffin. Her breasts sank back into her chest even as teats budded along her belly, making her armor feel both too loose and too tight at the same time. She tugged at her collar, panting in an attempt to ease the discomfort.
“Aw, that’s what I thought. Good girl,” Vera purred, walking towards her latest acquisition.
The words fell onto Helen like an anvil. She staggered, dropping onto her hands and knees as her feet twisted below her, as her legs popped and reformed. She kicked them slightly, baring her teeth in discomfort, huffing as her lips thickened. She couldn’t see that they were darker, but she knew that they felt rubberier.
“I probably should have learned your names, if only to have something to call you. I guess the livestock will do without.” Vera tapped at her chin idly. “But for you… Maybe something like Biscuit?”
Helen’s ears lifted at the name, stretching and pulling out large enough that they hung at the sides of her cheeks. She shook her head slightly, feeling her oversized ears flop and sway. The motion of shaking her head must have shaken up her brain too, because she found herself strangely unable to talk.
“Muuh… Nawwmee…” She fumbled to make her mouth produce words, whimpering as Vera easily stripped her of her armor, then the clothing beneath.
Nothing was exposed however, as a thick and shaggy coat of white fur covered her from head to toe. She shook it out, looking up to the witch and huffing in absolute confusion. She couldn’t really remember what she’d wanted to say. She just knew that she was… Something…
“Name? Biscuit. Bis-cuit.” Vera repeated herself, stroking the woman’s head with a hand. Each pet made her golden locks recede in towards her scalp, though some of the hairs remained long enough to cover the changing woman’s eyes.
Biscuit nodded absently, literally feeling the humanity drain from her. She let her tongue flop past her lips, and found herself panting idly, shuddering slightly as her body readjusted to its new life. She was a sheepdog now, and not even a bright one at that.
xXx
“Huhuhuh-ehhehehehMMOOO!” Eri wailed, rocking back and forth, feeling her every nerve light up with pleasure. She was little more than a chimera, a freakish thing only suited for the farm. And the funny thing was, she no longer cared about that.
The girl was too stupid to remember her old life; too stupid to even consider what sort of future might await her. All she knew was that she was horny and full, and wanted to be fucked pregnant then milked. “MMOOOFF! MOOOF MOOOF NEIIIGHEEAUW!”
It was too much for her mind to take, even if she’d had a human brain between her floppy canine ears. The girl wailed out with pleasure as she came, braying and mooing and barking between stammering, panted bleats. She neighed to the heavens, and her stallion joined in as he spilled within her, ensuring that she’d be heavy with foal soon enough.
“You’re making enough noise for a barn!” Vera beamed, though her words fell on ears that couldn’t comprehend the complexities of speech. Still, she looked proudly at the creation she’d made: a barnyard beast with a sheepdog’s head, llama’s neck, donkey body, horse rump and hooves, and of course a massive cow udder. Loyal, shearable, hardworking, and productive—a far cry from what the princess had been.