“Hold! Who goes there?” Her voice was commanding, deep, and held a resonant echo within the cathedral’s entryway. Nara Toth, sworn Defender of the Realm, gripped her sword tightly. On this day, on this most sacred of days for her liege, there could be no mistakes. There could be no intrusions.
“A mistake,” replied an icy voice, “or an intrusion, depending on how you look at things.”
Nara had a few seconds to ponder the woman’s words before a blinding flash of amethyst light overtook her world.
A few feet away, Prince Anders looked to his beautiful bride-to-be. She was Katrin Ameliasdotter, a warrior who was as gorgeous as she was ferocious, and just weeks prior her fleet of ships had nearly broken his kingdom over their back.
He’d just finished dispatching one of her champions before he’d heard her voice for the first time, a fierce challenge against his honor. The man had spun, locking blades without thought and locking eyes a second later. And the two had fallen in love.
It was hardly the sort of story fit for a fairy tale, but that only made the allure all the greater for the two. The finest warriors in the lands, united. Their kingdom and their love would be nigh unstoppable.
Anders gripped Katrin’s hands a little tighter, feeling a warm squeeze from her in return. The two breathed in deeply, taking a lasting look into each other’s eyes, remembering the day they’d first met. Since then, their love and passion had only grown, and the two were looking forward to their first honeymoon.
The priest cleared his throat, holding the lovers’ wedding bands aloft. “Should anyone wish to protest this marriage, let their—”
“HGGHREIIGH!”
A shrill whinny cut him off, and a murmur swept through the proceedings. A second later, a short pony with thick fetlocks burst through the cathedral’s doors. It foamed at the mouth, with wide and panicked eyes that oddly reminded Anders of Nara’s.
“Oh, damn,” a woman called from behind the creature. “You know, I was hoping to come in during the kiss. Pity, that.” She strode slowly into the full light of the wedding, her purple robes marking her as a sorceress, and her copper hair revealing her identity.
“Maya,” Anders greeted his step-sister with clear distaste. “To what do we owe the displeasure? I’d thought you cast aside from royal family after your pagan mother died.”
“After she was poisoned, you mean,” Maya replied. “Uncle did so like to get his hands dirty. I trust he’s enjoying his time as vermin.”
Katrin looked to her Prince curiously. “You know this,” she paused in search of the right word, “woman?”
“Ah, and the barbarian queen herself sets foot in these halls. Father would be turning in his grave, you know,” tutted the sorceress. “Last I heard, it was rather unbecoming of royalty to lie with animals.”
Anders’s mind raced in an attempt to calm the situation. He needed to think some way, any way to diffuse the tension in the room. Clearly Maya had been wronged, that much was true. At the same time, she also couldn’t just spout insults towards Katrin.
The brunette’s temper was as notorious as her short patience, and Katrin scowled down to Anders’s step-sister. “You highbloods all think the same, don’t you? You think that we are uncultured savages, and that we cannot possibly pose a real threat?”
“Something along those lines, yes,” Maya drawled. She looked at her nails, as though she was inspecting them for dirt. “Either way, be a good little beastie and step aside. I’ve been waiting to take the throne for gods know how long, and I’d rather be on with it.”
Katrin scowled, and Anders frowned along with her. The man cleared his throat loudly, his regal tones booming through the cathedral. “You thought to take the throne, dear Maya, but you should have worried more about keeping your head. Guards! Arrest this witch.”
Katrin beamed delightedly, and added a command of her own. “Blood-kin! See to it that she’s cut down to size!”
There was a scraping of sword and axe as the finest warriors from their nations drew blades. They were a motley honor guard, and tensions had been high between the two factions since the war. Still, they were soldier and warriors, and faced with a common foe stood back to back.
“Oh, lovely! Wedding and a show.” Maya flicked her hands to and fro, muttering a low incantation. Then, a violet pulse spread from her form, a ring of magic that swept across the crowd. The gathered civilians froze immediately on the spot, their murmurs hushed in an instant.
There was no sign of damage to the warriors, who looked to one another unsurely. Then a highborn woman’s cheeks bulged, and her tongue spilled past her mouth, wetly smacking against her polished breastplace. “GRRRIBBIT!”
At the same time, a barbarian fell to his knees, his furs ripping as his body vastly outgrew its confines. His nose upturned, and grunts of panic turned into shrill squeals. His lower teeth lengthened into tusks, he pawed at them with stiffening fingers, and let out a shrill cry. “RRRNK-SQUIIIE!”
The magic spread like wildfire, Anders’s men and women dwindling within their armor until only dimwitted frogs remained, while Katrin’s warriors rutted amongs one another as squealing boars and sows.
“A race of conquering swine, and enough royal toadies to keep the flies from them. I think it’s rather fitting, don’t you?” Maya cooed. Her lips quirked into a grin, and she looked up to her step-brother arrogantly. “Last chance to peacefully acquiesce, darling brother.”
“Ha!” Katrin called, whirling on the spot. She tore through the hem of her dress to reveal a knife strapped to her thigh, and the blade was in her hands for an instant.
Anders looked to her with surprise, a little hurt at the fact she’d secreted a weapon on her person, a little more enraptured by her for doing so. His surprise turned to elation when Katrin threw the weapon, a perfect cast that would doubtless pierce his step-sister’s blackened heart.
End over end, the blade turned in midair, its polished silver catching against the glint of candlelight. Then, a foot from its intended target, the small dagger lost all momentum. It twisted and reformed just as the guards hand, into a small wooden stick.
Maya laughed as the stick bounced against her bosom, and she caught it on the rebound. “Aw, look! Anders, your bitch brought me a stick. Come on girl, fetch!” She tossed the stick to the right, past one of the clumps of squealing pigs.
Anders blinked in confusion, turning to Katrin in concern. He was met with glazed eyes, a woefully vacant expression on Katrin’s face. The woman dropped to all fours, her tongue lolling from her mouth and her backside wiggling.
“Woof!” Katrin did her best impression of one of the noble hounds, complete with a copious amount of drool. Her palms slapped against the floor, and she darted towards the stick.
“She’s rather well-trained,” Maya remarked, seeing the woman eagerly scamper over the pigs she’d once led in battle.
“Maya, stop this,” Anders pleaded. A part of him, a very large part, hated that he had to act this way. He hated that he had to plead with this witch for the fate of his bride-to-be, and for his kingdom as a whole. Still, what choice did he have?
“Stop, really? Did you stop when our brothers and sisters tormented me? Did you stop them from mocking my mother, or the love she felt for our father?” Maya glared. “Did you stop when you cast me out, and made me look like a charlatan fool before the masses?”
Anders struggled to find words. He settled on an apology, hoping that she was still as mercurial as when she was younger. “Please, May-AWK! BUCK-GWAK!” His arms folded into an approximation of wings, and he flapped them at his sides.
His cheeks burned with humiliation as he acted like some sort of chicken, squatting his legs and letting out a dull “Pock-pock-pock.”
Maya guffawed with laughter, pointing at her relative and falling back into an emptied seat with undisguised relish. “This was more than worth the wait, dear brother! Did you really that wave of magic I’d cast earlier had let you go unscathed?”
“Woof! Arf!” Katrin bounded up to Maya, wiggling her butt and drooling past the stick in her mouth. She received a scratch under the chin for her efforts, and looked to be in near orgasmic heaven as a result. The brunette’s leg thumped against the floor, and she whimpered like a canine.
Anders noticed that his bride-to-be was changing. The more she acted like an animal, the closer to one she became. Her lips were dark, and her tongue hung well past them. Her ears were long and floppy, and it looked like she’d started to grow the onset of a tail.
“Maya!” Anders regained some composure, forcing his hands out from his sides with a glare of anger. “I’ll have you put to death fOOOH! MMRROOO!” Again, control of his body was seized from him. He fell onto all fours, chewing with his mouth open like a cow working cud.
“It’s rude to interrupt my fun, brother. And more than a little dangerous,” Maya’s eyes glinted. She looked down to Katrin, a grin on her face. “As for you, my sweet puppy, be a good girl and roll over. Show mommy that pettable tummy of yours.”
“Grrwoof!” Katrin rolled onto her back as commanded, tucking her hands beneath her chin. Her eyes swirled, and she flopped her tongue past her right cheek. The brunette’s breasts heaved with every breath she took.
Posed like that, Anders could see her palms push out into lush pads, and could see brown fur poking from between Katrin’s cleavage. The woman didn’t seem to be too bothered by this, instead huffing and barking at the belly rubs she was receiving.
“MAYEEOW!” Anders half-lifted from his cow’s posture, instead licking at the back of his hand. He hissed with clear displeasure, glaring balefully at the witch. “Yeow wrreow stop theows! She-she is NOT a deowg!”
“Aw, kitty’s sad he won’t get along with his bride,” Maya mock-pouted. She waved a hand over Katrin’s contented form, and the woman returned to normal—though it looked like her mind was still absent.
The warrior queen’s eyes were glazed still, and a thin trickle of drool slipped past her lips. “Uhh…” She half-groaned, though whether or not it was intentional Anders couldn’t tell.
“A fair point, though. She never really struck me as a loyal dog,” Maya grinned. “Really, she was more of an ass.”
Anders sob-meowed, watching new changes work their way along Katrin’s helpless form. He knew his love was more than capable of defending herself, and yet here she’d fallen helpless to his step-sister’s magic.
“Uhh,” Katrin continued for a moment, before shaking her head in confusion. Her ears seemed to lengthen as she did, though unlike before they didn’t flop down to her chin. Now, instead, they lifted towards the sides of her head. “UHHAWWW! HEEAUWW!”
Katrin rolled from her back onto her hands and legs, kicking her shoes from her bloating, hoof-like feet. Her teeth became large and blocky on her face, and she gave Anders a buck-toothed grin. Then she kicked her legs again, braying insensately.
“Mehh-eehheehh-AYA!” Anders half-bleated like a goat. Much to his chagrin, he found himself chewing on his sleeve, tearing the fabric from his cuff to munch on it. “No more, I beh-eh-ehg of you!”
“Hm? That really got your goat, I see,” Maya looked to the frozen crowd for approval, then rolled her eyes and brushed them off. “Tough crowd, but to be fair it was low-hanging fruit.” She sent a glance to the donkey-bride, before sighing melodramatically.
“HEE-AWW! HAUWW!” Katrin kicked her legs mindlessly, her feet clopping and her hands slapping against the ground. Her belly rounded and swelled, taking on the distinctive barreled shape of a common mule. Then, almost instantaneously, her changes reverted.
“You’re right, much as it pains me to say it.” Maya looked to her brother, clicking her fingers. He shuddered as control fully returned to his body, and Katrin mirrored the motion. “It’s hardly as fun without an element of control, an element of choice.”
“Witch!” Katrin snarled, though she couldn’t keep the relief from her gorgeous face. “If you’ve allowed me a choice, it’s going to be that you end up spitted on a lance and roasted for hours!”
Katrin rolled up her dress’s sleeves, freeing some of the motion in her arms. In doing so, her fingers brushed against her armpit, and she jolted in shock. It was pleasurable, she felt a rush of pleasure from the contact of her fingers and her underarm. But… Why?
The woman played her finger against the same spot, and sagged slightly. A feeble whimper of content slipped from her lips, and she began to itch at herself.
“Kat?” Anders half-whispered, staring in shock as his love debased herself. Small and short hairs started to spread across her form, their brown shade standing out easily against her pale skin and white dress.
“I… I feel goo-ood…” Katrin’s breath hitched as she groaned. Her hindquarters lifted, and she fell onto her breasts with a whimper. Her face ached, and she worked her jaw from side to side as it began to stretch, as it pulled away from the rest of her face.
“See? Control and choice. Rest assured, your dear bride-to-be is more than capable of controlling her body. However, the urges might be a little much for her simple mind to bear,” hummed Maya. The woman trailed her fingers along her victim’s back, and elicited a moan of pleasure from Katrin.
Anders stared in mute horror, unable to tear his eyes from his changing beloved. A small bump lifted from the base of her spine, tenting her dress from behind. It wiggled gently, swaying from side to side in an almost hypnotic fashion, and he gulped.
Something about the presentation was almost erotic. No sooner had the thought passed though the prince’s mind than Katrin rolled onto her back, gyrating her hips towards the sky, as though she was being fucked by an invisible lover.
“So-ook… Good!” Katrin squealed. She lifted her hands skywards, watching as brown fur crept up her arms towards her fingers. They were already calloused from war, but now deepened in shade, taking on a coarseness beyond what any swordplay could produce. “HAAH-hot!”
“Well, if you’re hot, you could always tear those silly little clothes off. I know how much you seafolk like your furs,” Maya took on the tone of a helpful, kindhearted soul. Her face still bore its animosity, but Katrin wasn’t exactly looking at her.
“No!” Anders gasped, seeing Katrin fix her gaze upon her bosom. She tugged at her bodice, splitting it easily with a hoot of content. Lush brown fur covered her chest, spiraling around her cleavage towards her firm nipples.
“Yes!” Katrin squeezed her eyes shut, groping one of her furry breasts as she tore at her clothing. Every patch of skin she revealed was soon covered in fur. She looked like a common animal, like a performing monkey. She didn’t care.
Katrin looked up to her shocked love, then rolled onto all fours. “AHH-AAH! Anders!” She lifted her hips, swaying them from side to side. With her backside freed of clothing, everyone in the hall could see that she’d grown a furry, long, twitching tail.
Perhaps more alarmingly, everyone behind her could see that her vagina was darkening, taking on a blueish hue. Her lips plumped, and she clenched them with a need to shove something, anything inside of her. Enough of her remained to know that it was her wedding day, and that she should reserve that right for her husband.
“Fuckook m-EEK!” Katrin whimpered, her toes curling as they cracked and popped. The stubby digits lengthened as her soles shrank, and her big toes curled and moved towards her arches. Soon she sported the hand-feet of a monkey.
Maya rose from her seat with a chuckle and a shake of her head. “You know, I really did think highly of you, Anders. I thought that there was no way you’d ever consider disgracing yourself with even the notion of pleasuring her. How wrong I was.”
The prince gulped guiltily, doing his best to cover himself. There was something exotic about Katrin that had attracted him to her, even before she devolved into a monkey-girl. Her brazen nature was always her greatest appeal, and now she was shameless as an ape.
Besides that, she was beautiful. Even with a monkey-like face, enough of her features remained to recognize her. There was more than a hint of her savage grace hidden behind her goofy grin, and her eyes, though vapid, still caught the light with every blink of her long lashes.
Maya strode towards the front of her room, the clicking of her heels still audible over the sounds of her changed victims. She waved a hand, and the pigs and frogs in the room froze, while the humans regained control over their forms.
“Before any of you think to run,” Maya called loudly, with a surprisingly regal tone, “know that I’ll change you into a banana and let our dear Katty here have her way with you.” She stood beside Anders, conjuring a throne behind herself.
The woman dropped into the chair with undisguised relish, trailing her fingers along its golden armrests. “It’s not the real thing, but it’s close enough. I’ll be there before long, don’t you worry about that.”
As she spoke, Katrin pawed her way up towards Anders, each step accompanied by a shudder that passed through her whole body. She couldn’t help it, her furry thighs kept brushing against her needy monkey pussy. Soon she craved her prince more than life itself.
“OOH! AAAH! P-ahuh-please! Let him fOOK me!” Katrin begged.
The freed crowd began to murmur with distinct disdain and confusion alike. Anders realized that his step-sister had freed them just for the sake of further humiliating the nearly-wedded couple.
He turned to her, doing his best to harden his gaze and bring some authority to his voice. “Stop this. If you want the throne, it’s yours.”
“I’m fairly certain that would happen either way,” the sorceress laughed. She lifted a leg, revealing she wasn’t wearing anything below her dress, and motioned Katrin forwards. “By the way, monkeytits? Eyes up here. If you want him, you’ll need pleasure your new Queen instead.”
Katrin didn’t so much as hesitate, bounding to Maya on her knuckles and feet alike, loping like a simian.
“Enough!” Anders fumed, stomping a foot powerlessly on the ground. To his surprise, Maya lifted a hand, stilling Katrin’s advance.
“Aw, she really does want you. Well, I do so hate to keep a couple apart. If you’ve learned your lesson, I suppose I could let you two return to a natural state,” Maya mused, and a faint hope coursed through Anders’s heart. “All you need to do is take her like the animal she is.”
She swept her hand across his form, as though wiping frost from a window. His clothes vanished in the process, revealing his proud erection to the crowd, and to his needy simian lover. Anders wasn’t sure if he could take Maya up on that offer, if he could humiliate himself before the crowd.
“Oh, don’t be such a pussy,” Maya snorted. She looked down to Katrin, who hooted idly. “Present yourself for him, give him something he can’t refuse.”
The beautiful monkey-girl obliged all too eagerly. She crawled towards Anders on all fours, turning herself and presenting him with her plump, furry ass. “Aah-ndersss… Please, I EEK! Need this…” Her swollen sex winked with need, and she fanned her tail at him instinctively.
Anders found himself moving like a puppet, jerkily gripping Katrin’s hips and stiffening with her cry of wanton pleasure. He licked his lips, and tried to pretend that the motion was the result of his sister’s spell; that he wasn’t giving into this basest of needs.
The royal audience gasped in horror, and there were a few clatters as some of the more dignified guests fainted dead away. The honorable royals, what few of them there were, turned their faces so as not to witness his shame.
That was perhaps worse than a public outcry. Anders knew that his gathered guests respected him, and knew how far he’d fall in her eyes if he took the plunge.
He thrust forward, deep into his monkey-bride’s hot pussy, and let out a loud groan of pleasure. Like thunder after lightning, Katrin screamed like she monkey she was, screeching with carnal bliss.
“That’s a good boy,” Maya chuckled. “But we’ll see how long you can keep this up.”
Anders groaned, bringing his hands up towards Katrin’s breasts and giving them a light squeeze. Katrin screeched, but not as loudly as she’d done at first, and Anders doubled the force of his pinch. He grinned as she tightened around him, slamming her ass against his crotch.
His whole body felt so hot, and he began to pant in rhythm with Katrin. He shifted his posture slightly, placing his feet atop hers, curling his toes so they entwined with his love’s. The man was pleasantly surprised how easy it was, and he leaned forwards heavily, cooing in Katrin’s ear.
“M… Moan for me, my mo-ahuh-nkey love,” Anders gasped. Something pleasurable tingled in his chest from touching Katrin, and he groaned, rubbing his chest against her fur. It was surprisingly soft, and tingled at his nipples in a strange way he’d never felt before.
“OOOH!” A monkey’s cry pieced Anders’s ears, and he realized his lips were curled just as Katrin’s were. Only then did he notice that he wasn’t free of Maya’s attention. His chest had tingled because he’d grown full breasts, larger than even Katrin’s. His feet fit so perfectly with Katrin’s because they matched. He was warm because he was covered in golden fur.
“I was wondering when you’d notice. Fortunately, I didn’t place any bets on it. I’d assumed you were so dense, you wouldn’t guess what was happening to you until you made pussy-to-pussy contact with Katty here.” Clearly, Maya couldn’t resist getting another barb in.
Anders looked down to his—to her—body, watching as the last of her cock slipped within her blue monkey pussy. She hadn’t even felt her balls pull into the ovaries that now ached within her crotch. She hooted, shaking her head in denial.
“N-NOOK! Nahuhahuha! Not mEEK!” Anders fell back from Katrin, landing on her ass. She was ashamed by how cushioned the fall was, and a flush spread across her cheeks. The new monkey-woman moaned as she grew a tail of her own, then curled her tail and squealed as it rubbed against herself.
“Oops, guess it was contagious after all. That said, you’ve got it even worse than your bride. Not even Katty was horny enough to tailfuck herself,” Maya laughed. “I think we’ll need to come up with a good name for you to match… How about Sandy?” She clicked her fingers, and it became true.
Sandy couldn’t think of herself by any other name, nor could she remember Katty’s real name. It was another shameful humiliation, and she whimpered in pitiful, dominated misery. The monkey-woman pulled her tail from herself with both hands, only to look up as a shadow fell across her.
“We-ahuhahuh-eee’re not done.” Katty smacked her lips with arousal, looking down to Sandy’s prone form. “And I OOKnow just how to plEEse you.”
Sandy’s eyes went round as saucers, and she looked up to Katty with a newfound meekness. She couldn’t help it, the loss of her gender had her feeling surprisingly weak, while Katty was more than experienced with this body.
Katty’s rough hands met Sandy’s, and she curled Sandy’s arms so that the blonde monkey-woman was itching her underarms. While Sandy was busy crooning with pleasure over that, the brunette moved her genitals to touch her love’s, scissoring the two together.
“AAAH! AAAAHAHHH!” Sandy wailed, eyes crossing with newfound pleasure. She looked like a moron, but felt too good to care. Her pleasure only got better once Katty’s feet got to work. The brunette had mastered her form, using one foot to grope at Sandy’s tits, even as the other pet the monkey-woman’s head from behind.
“My, such a scene,” Maya chuckled. She leaned back in her throne, steeplnig her fingers. “I’ll need to always parade you wherever I go. Not as a lesson, but purely for my own amusement.”
Sandy looked up, former prince meeting the eyes of the land’s current regent. “Puh-ahuh-LEESE!” She didn’t know what she was begging for. It might have been to undo these changes, or for forgiveness. But, given how good it felt to be with Katty, she had to admit she might just have been begging for more.
Maya smiled, looking to her stunned audience. “You know, I’d expected some hard decisions once I’d taken the throne, and yet I only have one question: who should I transform next?”