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FF7: Cloud to Chocobo 2 [TG/Animal] by Transviscera

Part Three:
[lewdish] FF7: Cloud to Chocobo 3 [TG/Animal]
Part Four:

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This is non-canon, as I set up the poll below and turning Red into a female chocobo quickly looked to be way out in front. Unfortunately by the time I rendered the images, turning him into a pair of Tifa's panties had overtaken it 😅 So I'll try to make the Red-to-Tifa's underwear one soon.

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Red XIII backed away from the morph materia in Tifa's hand, the fur rising along his spine. He bared his teeth, caught between fleeing or lunging for the crystal sphere.
His indecision cost him his body. The materia flared, blasting a wave of agonizing radiation through Red's body, altering every cell. His flesh, no longer his own, bubbled and flowed like liquid under her command. He felt himself growing larger and yet weaker, his strong muscles turning to soft fat that pooled in his thighs and rear. Whatever his new shape was, it was mostly composed of leg.
"I realized no chocobo would ever let you ride it. Just look at how terrified Cloud is of you," Tifa explained while Red twitched and groaned in the dirt. "So then I thought, why not just turn you into a chocobo!"
The front paws were reluctant to leave. She leveled the morph materia at them. With a puff of yellow energy and red fur, they were obliterated, a majestic pair of crimson feathered wings erupting in their place.
Deprived of his quadrupedal stance, the former mammal reared back onto his remaining legs. With bony snaps, his knees joints snapped into a reversed alignment as his paws became the clawed feet of a bird.
"But I'm the last of my kind," Red XIII pleaded. "How will you know what to turn me back into?"
Between his meaty thighs, he felt his manhood wither and retreat inside him, until all that remained was a fertile female cloaca.
"Oh, that's not a problem. I'll just command the materia to turn you into a... into a... what was your species again?"
"I'm a kweh! Kwih'm kwa kweh!" he screamed as his muzzle hardened into a cartilaginous beak, his vocal cords atrophying in an instant.
The worst was yet to come; the final nauseating change as his brain shrank within his thickening skull, the horrifying sense of claustrophobia as the walnut-sized prison closed in around his mind.
"Oh, a red chocobo, how rare!" Tifa exclaimed in delight, morphing what few possessions he had into a saddle and tack with a final flick of her hand.