“Welcome home dear! Dinner’s ready!”

“Deenaa~”

Coming home to a lovely wife and an adorable child was a dream very few men in Peter’s trade lived long enough to see. But when said wife was a clumsy, yet beautiful minotaur that towered well over the warrior as he stood on his toes to land a kiss, many wondered how he had even lived long enough to be blessed with offspring from a member of the infamous race of man-eating beasts.

Except she hadn’t always been a Minotaur, much less a woman.

Born and raised a human boy known as Mikail, he had grown up to become an adventurer alongside his childhood friend Peter from the same village, quickly gathering fame and renown as an unbeatable duo, with Peter’s profession as a Knight going well with Mikail as a Mage, covering any situation they encountered with ease.

Until they found themselves outmatched against a Lich King, the undead spirit proving more than a match for both seasoned fighters as they were whittled down near exhaustion, but so had the Lich King, a glimmer of hope remaining that they just might be able to outlast their foe in a battle of endurance.

But they weren’t expecting the final suicide attack that the undead had resorted to, casting an ominous spell neither had seen before. With Peter drained of his stamina, he could barely react to the purple ball of light that launched itself towards a vulnerable Mikail, the powerless mage falling to the floor in a heap as it struck home.

Only he wasn’t dead, clutching his body while struggling in immense pain, Peter could only watch as his friend succumbed to the ancient spell, not sure if it was even safe to approach as the figure of Mikail begins to warp and contort, the nauseating sounds of shifting flesh and snapping bones mixing with tearing leather and undone enchantments as he struggled to crawl towards Peter before the changes began in earnest, sweat and steam pouring out of his slimy pale skin.

It had all happened so fast, that by the time Peter had thrown aside his hesitation and ran to his friend’s aid, Mikail barely resembled the former man he once was; ebony brown hide resembling polished dark iron of the highest quality shimmering in the light as he struggled in pain, inhuman strength threatening to overpower the knight as he cradled the soft yet hardened figure of his friend in his arms, unsure of what to do as he gazed down at a clearly feminine face, foxy eyes begging for help as they glazed over with a golden hue, serpentine slits manifesting before furred arms rose to clutch at long hair in pain, two cruel horns akin to a ram’s piercing through her skin as her ears fluttered into long flaps reminiscent of a bovine’s.

Peter didn’t have much time to respond to the growing mounds of flesh pushing against his breastplate before Mikail had shoved him off of her, hooved feet trembling in fear as a sweet voice babbled incoherent words and cries, her stunned expression relaying her own confusion at her inability to speak properly as she glanced over her nubile body as pendulous breasts rose and fell with each breath, never having seen so much muscle before as she fingered the smooth incline that led down to her new privates in curiosity before retreating, wide eyes lingering over her large furred arms and muscular hind legs as hooves clopped noisily over the stone, struggling to get a grip in her panic to get away as she gazed back over to her friend in shame before falling over with a thud.

She had probably assumed Peter would fear or even despise her; now nothing more than a monster that couldn’t speak Common, her own body feeling foreign to her as a long whip like tail swayed slowly from her behind, clenching her puny staff in her hands as she struggled to recite a basic healing spell like it was a Master-tier incantation. Breaking down after failing to do so, her body now unable to channel mana like before.

What followed after would stay in Peter’s mind forever. Remembering how it felt to single handedly lift a fully grown female Minotaur all the way back to the outskirts of town and struggling to convince the people that she wasn’t like the other man-eating monsters, all the while Mikail remained limp at the back of a cart, huddled under a blanket as she muttered words in her new tongue, spite and remorse building with each distorted sentence that came out of her mouth as she struggled to say her own parents names.

It was only after she started wailing in sorrow when the people lowered their weapons, the pitiable sight of Peter rushing back into the tent to bring the distraught Minotaur some level of comfort tempering their rage and fear.

Mikail remained bedridden after that, her depressive state leaving her in a dark hole, needing a nurse to remain by her side in case she tried anything, all the while Peter searched high and low for a cure, anything to bring his friend back to the former spunky mage he knew. But no one had ever heard of a curse like the one that afflicted Mikail, all besides a sorceress serving as the king’s aide, who had come to investigate personally after rumors of the human-turned-minotaur had spread all over town.

From her diagnosis, it seemed as if the curse was intended to be irreversible. Forever altering Mikail’s root; his core essence, from that of a Human into a Minotaur, rendering him, or rather her, unable to focus any mana into her body to cast spells, her understanding of Common and literature rendered useless when she could only speak in the language every Minotaur knew how to speak; roars and growls. It had been a miracle Mikail had come out the way she did with her human intellect still intact, a tear in her glassy eyes when the bad news was broken to her.

Although Peter was beginning to fear what was happening to Mikail when the sorceress had told him to end her suffering, implying she was slowly beginning to lose herself the more time went on. Seeing her words reflected in the lifeless eyes of the minotaur as she lay in bed all day. The sight was enough to have Peter resorting to drink to stay sane as he watched his friend waste away in bed.

The turning point would come when one day, both the nurse and Peter were shocked to find Mikail grunting like an animal after the nurse had called her name, a vapid smile on her face as she seemed to act like an ordinary barn cow, nudging her head against the confused nurse’s arms as Peter watched in silence, pulling the woman gently aside as his shoulders shook, telling her to leave for the day as Mikail continued to groan and moo from her room.

Returning to her room, Peter felt like someone had shot an arrow through his chest as he returned to an elated Mikail. Although he could tell there really was nothing behind the lifeless eyes and forced smile as degrading groans and moos continued to escape her lips. Seeing his friend, a woman, making those noises was too much for the knight. Ghouls and Demons he could face down without fear. Seeing his friend at her lowest point acting like an animal though, was too much.

He’d broken down after that morning, hugging a surprised Mikail as her moos stopped, frozen in his embrace as he apologized profusely into her neck, the comical difference in size between the two making it look like a son apologizing to his bed ridden mother.

It didn’t take long for Mikail to regain some semblance of awareness as she seemed to realize what she had put Peter through as her eyes picked up on how different he looked when compared to the last time she remembered him back in the ruins. His face weathered and worn, blonde hair messily grown and unkempt, eye bags under his eyes and the strong reek of alcohol around him, wrapping her long slender arms around him as his shoulders jolted at the warm fur rubbing his face, finding himself staring at her bosom as Mikail pulled her friend in, returning his embrace and uttering broken phrases in apology. Her beautiful face creased in sorrow as she nestled her soft body against Peter, showering him in warmth as she began to cry again after so long.

They remained that way until the evening, when a knock on the door had forced Peter to part from a relatively calm Mikail, a warm smile on her face as he left the room, a smile he hadn’t seen her make in almost two months till now putting him in the mood for a feast after realizing he hadn’t eaten or drank anything since waking, greeting a concerned nurse who had brought over the sorceress after meeting with her in the marketplace to help.

“O-Oh my! Sir, look!”

Spinning around after the nurse’s eyes widened at something behind him, Peter was shocked to find Mikail attempting to walk on her strange hooved feet, her face weary and covered in sweat as she struggled to remain standing, panting as her malnourished legs finally gave way.

But before she could hit the floor, Peter had swooped in to hold her up, grunting as his arms strained under the weight of the massive minotaur, who still weighed like a freshly packed sack of wheat as he struggled to keep his arms wrapped around her frame in a bridal carry of sorts., earning him a gasp of approval from his small audience as Mikail giggled at the sight of the tiny human holding her up.

“Gnarruman Smol!”

He had no idea what she had just said, but Peter didn’t mind, grunting as he pulled her up gently in one swoop, leading her over to the reinforced wooden chair by the table as he set her down, fearing the wood wouldn’t hold as it groaned in protest under Mikail’s weight. He noticed her looking a little flush as she fidgeted in her seat, was she feeling conscious about her weight? The thought made him chuckle a little before Mikail whipped her head around in suspicion, her gaze softening with uncertainty before she held a furred arm up, thick fingers spread in invitation as Peter reached out, letting his comparatively smaller hand be taken into Mikail’s as she tenderly rubbed them in her own, an assuring smile on her face. Things were finally looking up for the both of them.

And so Mikail had begun her special rehabilitation prepared for her by the nurse, spending her time getting used to her new body as she learned to master the use of her hooves. According to the sorceress, her transformation wasn’t entirely complete, seen with how her fringe still maintained the grey spot her original self had earned after repeated cases of mana exhaustion and more prominently in how her original human identity conflicted with her body, not being given the same gifts of speaking and understanding the language of the Minotaurs when it came to how her body functioned, her own tail a mystery to her as it swayed like a separate entity behind her. All while under the watchful eye of Peter, who had been relegated to moral support, not allowed to help if she ever failed despite the nurse’s protest. It seemed Mikail was adamant in learning how to walk on her own.

By the end of day one, Mikail could walk a few feet forward without slipping. And by the week’s end, she had learned how to walk on pavement without instantly falling over. Earning her more than a few bruises on her knees as she showed off her progress to Peter on the weekend, wringing him in her arms as she ran a few laps around the house.

Wishing the couple good wishes as she bid farewell, the nurse had left satisfied after her services had left Mikail able to move on her own again. In addition to a plethora of knowledge on how to keep her fur clean and free of lice.

The hardest thing for the former mage, surprisingly, wasn’t the physical segment, but the parts involving reading and writing, something she used to have no problem doing. But with how her thickened fingers made it hard to even grasp a quill to write with and her immense strength leaving more than a few books in shreds, it was even more distressing for her to barrel through than learning how to walk.

Eventually though, with the tutelage and assistance of the sorceress that had managed to broker a deal between her kind and pair considering their reputation and the many times they had once helped the royal family with their problems, coming by every evening to mentor Mikail on how best to formulate words with her new tongue and mentality, slowly coaxing the former human out of her as her broken Common eventually began to coalesce into audible words despite her rewired brain trying it’s best to revert them to beastial growls. With the sorceress trying out a variety of custom spells in an effort to make it easier for Mikail to speak, suppressing her new instincts momentarily allowing her to talk properly in brief spurts.

“I can-graagh-ain? Speaarngh!”

Crude, but she was getting there…

And the one activity that served to deepen the pair’s bond, and the one thing Mikail soon found herself looking forward to everyday, were her training sessions with Peter, the best one among them to mentor her on proper grip training with how her large fingers seemed more akin to gloves than actual dexterous digits, fashioning a variety of custom made tools from Peter’s profession in smithing and craftsmanship much to her delight as she treasured each item like a precious gift. From her own wooden handled quill coupled with a thick leathery book with sturdy pages for her to practice writing with to a ladle fashioned from eldwood after she had expressed her desire to help make food the night before, they were all precious in Mikail’s mind.

But learning to reintegrate back into a life of normalcy wasn’t the primary factor driving Mikail forward, ever since the time she’d ‘awoken’ from her despair induced state, the female minotaur had begun to notice herself feeling strange whenever Peter was around her, another reason why he wasn’t allowed near her whenever she was being mentored by the sorceress when her first lesson ended with her unable to focus after she kept stealing glances at Peter who sat across them. Confiding in the sorceress who had simply spelled things out for her; that she was in love, most likely entering a state of arousal from her animalistic side becoming attracted to Peter’s distinct scent that only she and other beasts could pick up on.

It had made things madly infuriating for Mikail behind the scenes, unsure of how to express her emotions after finding out that night, feeling awkward as the former memories of adventuring with Peter that only ever made him smile, now left her feeling hot and bothered as her mind focused on features she never would have before; his agility, his shiny hair, a muscular body she wanted all to herself, the charming smile she loved to see, words of encouragement that she wanted him to whisper down her ears.

It was just so frustrating…

Soon enough, masturbation would become another priority on her daily schedule, sneaking away whenever she could to minister to her needy body whenever the heat in her loins and the aching of her breasts became too much to handle. At first, she had found it strange she now needed to thrust with her fingers instead of stroking, shivering the first time she probed her sopping wet vagine with her hairy fingers.

Unbeknownst to her, Peter felt conflicted with the same emotions, battling with the urge to just pin the lovely giantess down and fuck her with the need to make his friend happy for the rest of her life, feeling partly guilty at her predicament.

But by the time a month had passed, Mikail had taken to using the ladle Peter had made for her, the faint scent of his essence ingrained into the very wood itself sending her into overdrive as her nipples hardened into arrowheads, her eyes cheeks flaring a feverish red while her pussy leaked incredible amounts of precum, her vaginal walls flexing around the wood as if it were Peter’s own member, vivid imaginations of the naked knight releasing his batter deep inside of her running wild every night whenever she let loose. But sooner or later, the ruse would be up and her secrets would be exposed…

“Hey! I managed to get carp half off the usual…M-Mikail?! W-What’re you…”

“Naagh?! P-Peetur?!”

It happened one Thursday afternoon, after Peter had left to get fresh ingredients at the market, with Mikail left to her own devices, the pent up minotaur did the one thing she ever knew to pass the time whenever she couldn't concentrate on her new hobby of knitting fluffy clothes; pleasuring herself while fantasizing about Peter’s girthy cock, now perfectly ingrained in her head when it was a former memory her old self would’ve liked to forget during the many times they changed together while camping in the field.

The knight had returned early that day, and Mikail, too engrossed in her attempt to reach climax, had failed to notice Peter opening the doors to her room, catching her with the ladle shoved deep inside her mouth with her fingers over her exposed pussy, covered in her own sweat and juices.

He’d shut the door, hoping his mind was playing tricks on him, but when he opened the door and the fresh smell of wet fur and fragrant pheromones of a horny minotaur hit him in the nose, he eyed the naked female minotaur lying invitingly on her oversized bed, alluring breasts rising and falling rapidly in tune to her panicked breaths as her wonderful eyes met his.

Has she always been this beautiful? When did he start feeling attracted to Mikail? Was it even alright to have an erection that big at the sight of his friend? These questions ran wild in Peter’s mind, but he only ever focused on one thing he knew to be true; that he just had to have her right now…

It had been a blur after that, the bag of fish and other ingredients left forgotten by the door as Peter instantly made his move, undressing while walking over towards Mikail’s ‘lair’, the aroused minotaur seemed hesitant, before apparently taking the hint and spreading her legs in preparation as she eyed Peter’s erect member as strong as he eyed her sopping wet vagina.

As much as she wanted this to play out in a more romantic light, she knew she couldn’t hold it in now, not when the man of her dreams was so close to her, leaking this much arousal that screamed at her to do it now while the chance presented itself.

And do the deed they would, with the hours flying by unnoticed by the pair as they made love to each other all night long. By the time Peter had emptied his twentieth load into a screaming Mikhail’s aching womb, the moon was high in the sky and the sorceress sat outside with a small blush on her face, excusing herself into the night as she left the newly christened couple together. Her lovely student had earned herself a break tonight…

Morning would come with a new energy filling the house, with Mikail being the first to awaken, feeling rejuvenated like never before as she rose off the bed after rubbing Peter’s head lovingly, running a hand over her still warm belly as she washed the dried remnants of sweat and cum off her body before salvaging what she could from the groceries left out last night to make a hearty breakfast with as Peter awoke an hour or two later to the smell of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread.

“Good Mrahning dear~”

It was a strange yet pleasant experience to have a woman that Peter knew to be his former friend greet him like a loving wife would, feeling like he was on cloud-nine as he sat down before the woman he had bedded the night before, a blush on her face as she fiddled with the plates, nudging one filled with cut bread and diced meat over to him, her tied back hair glimmering with a youthful hue as it reflected the morning sun’s rays, her lustrous patch of silver looking as good as it always did. He wasn’t sure if it was right to violate his formerly male friend, but after the face and sounds she made last night, he felt assured that she felt the same way he did about her.

And while others might find her rocky speech unfitting, Peter couldn’t care less with how adorable he found it to be after growing attached to Mikail.

“D-Dig in…it’s fre-mpf!”

Pecking his adorable wife on the lips as she leaned over, Peter grinned as he watched her melt back into her seat with a flustered whistle escaping her lips as she gripped her horns in both hands.

A few weeks afterwards, a formal wedding was held at their home with everyone they knew invited. The surprise on former party members being understandable when they were told the loving bride was a minotaur and the former shrimp of a mage they knew Mikail to be. With the girls being pleasantly surprised by the many dresses and gloves Mikail had fashioned out of her own unique style and love for the finer things in life. With some of them even paying her a hefty sum for custom designed clothes she happily accepted, with Peter smiling at the sight of the minotaur dressed in a floral gown conversing with friends old and new as the sorceress and nurse mingled with her.

The moment when they swore their vows would forever be etched into their minds as the single happiest time in their lives. With the lucky man carrying his giant wife single handedly over to the house as their guests cheered him on, making their leave as the day turned to night, with the last one to leave being the sorceress, a surprisingly light drinker as the nurse towed her away on her stretcher.

Fast forward a few years, and Peter would find himself retiring him from his adventuring career, taking to a life of hunting and selling the meat and pelt, keeping some of the higher quality cuts for his wife’s new business of producing and selling exotic fur clothes with elegant patterns and eye catching flair, doubling over as warm blankets to keep warm at night or in the biting cold of winter. The resident minotaur in town eventually becoming a fond sight among the people with the tale of how a heartbroken adventurer, cursed to become a monster, had found love in the one who stayed by her side through it all turning into a commonly told fairy tale to warm the hearts of children…with some changes here and there to give the tale some excitement and romance of course.

Most important of all of course, was the birth of Peter and Mikail’s child; a healthy young demihuman girl going by the name of Pam that had taken mostly after her mother, with how her horns were already beginning to grow to impressive size at the young age of 7, eager to have them be as large and menacing as possible just like her beautiful mother, still looking like she hadn’t aged one bit since her ordeal all those years ago, with Peter swearing she was only ever getting more and more younger.

Closing the door behind him while hanging up his coat on the wall rack, Peter took one last look around his familiar house that hadn’t changed one bit aside from the renovated structure allowing for his wife and eventually daughter to move around without having to keep their heads down before moving to join his family by the fireplace for a warm dinner together.

THE END