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Consequences

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(Woman to Clydesdale)
(Woman to Poodle)
(Woman to Giraffe)
(Woman to Skunk)

“You’ve been using magic for lustful gains, haven’t you?”

Breanna flinched at her younger sister’s voice, turning with wide eyes to look at the girl. “What are you talking about, dummy?”

“Sex with animals, duh.” Missy rolled her dark eyes, flipping some of her hair over her shoulder. “Well, not really ‘animals’, since they used to be people and all, but… You get the idea.” She looked back to her sister with a wicked grin.

“Yeah, right.” Breanna’s heart hammered in her chest, but she kept a straight face through a supreme force of will. Sure, Missy was dead-on correct about that, but she had no proof.

The girl had just turned her attention back to her computer screen when Missy spoke again.

“I’ve got pictures.”

Breanna’s blood ran cold, and she spun. “Bet you don’t.” It was the only thing she could think to say, her mind temporarily going blank with fear. At least it wasn’t all bad, at least she didn’t know who to call in such a situation…

“I’m gonna tell the head witch.” Missy’s smile widened as Breanna visibly flinched, her eye ticking with nervous ire.

“Says who?” Breanna grit her teeth.

“Says me, dummy. I’ve already got a meeting with her later today. Oh, by the way; I’ll need you to drive me there.” Missy trailed her foot against the ground idly. “I mean, you don’t have to. But the head witch is a busy woman, and you know as well as I do that if you’re to blame for me missing an appointment I made…”

“Yeah, yeah, stuff yourself.” Breanna stood up, slamming her laptop shut with a loud clap. “Get your coat, we’re heading there now.”

“What?” Missy blinked, with round eyes. “But my meeting’s not for another hour!”

“It’s a half hour ride, and you can play with Heather.” Breanna said matter-of-factly, picking up her keys.

“The head witch’s daughter? But she’s just a kid!”

“And your age still ends in a ‘teen’, so that makes you one as well.” Breanna stuck her tongue out. “So come with me now, or it won’t be my fault that you miss your meeting.”

Despite her big talk, Breanna was terrified inside. She had no idea what to do, and despite her best attempts, she couldn’t think of a single thing that would get her out of this mess… Aside for somehow getting rid of the evidence. But that was easier said than done with Missy in the car with her.

So it was that she drove her sister to the head witch’s palace, a disquieted frown on her face. However, upon arriving, she saw a very familiar car in the driveway. It looked just like Samantha’s, and as Breanna entered the mansion with her biological sister, she found her sorority sister waiting for her with a tired smile.

“Hey.” Samantha greeted her, tilting her head to the entrance chamber’s main room.

It was a large, open space which could be seen from every floor—which was probably why the head witch had chosen to use it as her daughter’s play area. Breanna stared at the meadow which had been crafted in it, her eyes wide as she saw Samantha’s sister having a tea party with Heather.

“I take it that means Roxy ratted you out, too?” Breanna sighed, ushering her sister forward. The girl ran towards Roxy, no doubt eager to talk to someone her age.

“Sadly, yes.” Samantha sighed. “You have any ideas for getting out of this?”

Breanna bit her lower lip nervously. “Well, we could always transform the two and hope for the best.”

Samantha laughed at that, playing with her brown curls. “Yeah, cute. Do you have a real plan?”

“That was my real plan.” Breanna said, looking at them. “Yeah, with you here, we might be able to pull it off…”

“Pull what off?” Samantha asked, her eyes going round as Breanna walked towards the center of the room. “No, no, you can’t be serious!”

“Yeah, I am.” Breanna cast a quick spell of invisibility over her friend and herself, chuckling once she saw what the group were playing.

They walked closer, just in time for Heather to start riding on Roxy’s back. The youth was happily cheering on her ‘horsey ride’, and had even painted a faux snout on the girl’s face. Breanna sniggered at that, and outright laughed as she saw her sister was made up to have a doggy nose and lips.

Luckily, Samantha was able to see the laugh coming, and she added another magical layer to soundproof the spell.

“Do I have to be a dog?” Missy whined loudly, oblivious of her sister’s presence.

“Quiet!” Heather snapped, impressively forceful for a young teenager. “You’re the royal poodle, and dogs don’t talk. You should be more like my wonderful horse.” She pet Roxy’s neck, and the girl let out a mock-neigh.

“See how easy this will be?” Breanna rolled her eyes languidly. “We just need to wait for them to split up, then change them one at a time. With the two of us working together, out sisters won’t stand a chance.”

“Yeah, but—” Samantha started, only to be cut off as Heather gave another order to her ‘vassals’.

“Now, poodle! Go fetch!” She pulled out a ball, tossing it down a hallway. It bounced around a corner, and Missy groaned, loping after it on all fours.

“And it looks like fate is on our side.” Breanna smiled, already casting a spell.

Samantha knew better than to stop her friend when she got like this. Desperately wishing she were somewhere else, she added her own magic to the spell, sending it out to hit Roxy. The second it did, the young girl’s gym shorts began to expand, her rear swelling to that of a proper horse’s.

Somehow, the girl didn’t notice, too preoccupied with the younger girl on her back. However she did notice when her wrists and ankles began to itch. She looked down to find very long, thick hairs growing from her pores, stretching down past her hands and feet.

“Um… Heather? Are you doing this?” Roxy asked a little nervously, her hair sweeping down her neck into a mane. She tousled it instinctively, shaking the long hairs out on her neck. Then her nostrils started to ache, and the girl whimpered a little.

She crossed her eyes, looking at her painted snout in surprise to find that her nose was getting bigger and bigger by the second. It looked like she was actually getting a horse’s nose, complete with wide and flared nostrils.

“Yay, I’m getting a real horse!” Heather cheered, scratching Roxy behind her ears. As she did, Roxy’s lobes lengthened, pulling to equine points at either wide of her head.

Roxy trembled at the girl’s touch, flicking her ear. “H-hey, wait, this isn’t supposed to hawwwlp.” Her speech trailed off as her tongue spilled from her mouth, getting long and horse-like. She looked down at the huge and spongy appendage, her eyes wide in surprise as she realized she couldn’t speak around it without humiliating herself.

Not that her current state wasn’t humiliating enough… Her body began to swell, tearing her clothes to shreds as her proportions drew to proper equine size. However, the girl was only nude for a moment, as coarse brown fur began to grow from her every pore, coating her from head to toe.

Or rather, ‘head to tail’, as the girl’s spine began to lengthen. Long hairs extended from her growing tailbone, and she looked back, swishing it from side to side idly. It was a little uncomfortable, but not overtly so—a horse’s tail wasn’t complex enough to cause any major distress in the girl.

No, that honor fell to her changing hands and feet, which twisted and cramped to become hooves. Roxy snorted in distress but managed to keep herself from rearing back on her hooves through a supreme force of effort. She pawed at the ground in distress, looking up to Heather as if to call for help.

Of course, none was coming from that end—the girl was enjoying the fact that she’d have a new horse soon. So Roxy could only whimper in distaste, feeling her jaw begin to stretch away from her head; her head stretch away from her neck.

The only bright side to growing a muzzle was that her tongue could now fit in her mouth. However, that was a very small positive when compared to the negative aspect of how thick her lips were getting; how big her teeth were becoming. The new horse nickered, then let out a loud neigh, tossing her mane with irritation at her current state.

“Wow, that was pretty good! I mean, arf!” Missy chuckled, shuffling back into the room on her hands and knees. She paused at the sight of the Clydesdale horse under Heather, her eyes narrowing as she drew to the inevitable conclusion that her sister was to blame.

“What did you do, Breannarf! Arf arf arf!” Her hands flew to her throat as her speech degenerated into nothing but canine barks and growls.

From behind her barrier of invisibility, Breanna laughed aloud, watching her sister’s hair turn from its natural brown to an offensive shade of pink. Even better, the girl’s straight hair began to curl, becoming thick and poofy just like a show poodle’s.

If, by some miracle, Missy didn’t realize what she was becoming at this point, her next transformation was a dead giveaway. Her nose darkened, turning soft and moist, and Missy crossed her eyes to look at it accusingly. As if responding to her stern glare, her nose flattened out on her face, sinking just out of view.

Missy growled, looking around for her sister. When she couldn’t find the girl, she tried to strain her ears instead—but perhaps she strained them a little too hard. They began to lengthen, thick and curly pink fur covering them as they drew to be long and floppy.

Missy shook her head in denial, growling under her breath. Of course, she was powerless to stop the changes from gripping her, and her tailbone cracked out into that of a poodle’s: thin and pointed, wagging furiously. She glared at it angrily, but made no effort to complain, remembering it would come out as a bark.

“Aw, what’s the mater, sis? Dog got your tongue?” Breanna grinned sadistically.

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes…” Samantha offered.

“It is now.” Breanna smiled, clicking her fingers. As she did, Missy’s chest began to hike, and her tongue lolled from her mouth as she started to pant. To the girl’s evident horror, her tongue started to grow once it left her mouth, getting longer and longer until it hung well past her chin. Then it flattened, getting broad just like a dog’s tongue.

Missy had no time to lament this latest change, as her body started to tingle again. She whined, rolling on the ground in a futile attempt to scratch her burning body. The girl whined as her wrists, ankles, tail and chest started to itch uncontrollably. She looked down to them, as though pleading for the changes to stop.

As fate would have it, her glance came just in time to see thick bands of fur come in along her wrists; then her ankles. She couldn’t see her chest under her shirt, but she knew that the poofy pink fur must be covering that as well. The girl whined loudly, a distinct canine whimper as she felt a big ball of fur dot her tail.

Of course, if she thought that would be the most humiliating part, she would be sorely mistaken. Her butt and breasts started to ache, and the changing girl let out a silent tear of distress. The transformation didn’t care about her feelings, though, and her hips clicked and cracked to give her a canine rump.

But it seemed that this ‘gift’ would come at a cost: her breasts sank back into her body, even as her nipples lengthened to become canine teats. She whined again, feeling three more rows of teats come in down her belly, and Missy wished she was anywhere else right now.

Her arms and legs cracked and popped, becoming just like any other dogs’, and she looked down to her hands in sadness to see her thumbs sliding back up into her wrists, becoming a pair of useless dewclaws. Her fingers swelled, nails growing longer and covering the tips of her digits.

Missy could feel her feet undergoing a similar transformation, paw pads forming on her soles and palms, heedless of her wishes. She let out a low and mournful howl, her face cracking out into a muzzle as the sound left her throat. At this point, Missy didn’t care; she was already defeated by the transformation. The girl sadly fell to her forepaws, waiting for the last change to take over her form.

She didn’t need to wait long. Shorter pink hairs grew all along her body, giving her a light coat of hair that was perfectly suited for a canine like her. She whined to herself sadly, her eyes downcast as she looked over her doggy body.

“Oh, you’re a lovely little poodle!” Heather squeaked, rushing over to her new pet and pulling the clothes off of the dog. “Mhmm, you look much better like this, pink really suits you.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” A new voice spoke, and the three girls in the room turned to see a regal woman stride into the room, her pace languid just as any noble’s would be. She turned an eye to Breanna and Samantha, seeing through their spell in an instant. “And I take it you’re to blame for this?”

Breanna opened her mouth to deny what they’d done, but before she could respond Samantha had dropped the illusion, falling to her hands and knees. “Indeed we are, Lady Valerie; and we will accept any punishment you should choose to mete out.”

The head witch smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well said! It seems that there’ still some manners to be had in today’s youth! But… Tell me again, why is it you’re here?”

“O-oh.” Samantha stammered, her face coloring slightly.

“We’re here at our sisters’ request.” Breanna said with a bow, taking the cue from Samantha. “They were here to—”

“Ah, yes.” Valerie snapped her fingers. “They were the ones who were complaining about some… what was it, ‘lustful gains’?”

“Yes, that is correct.” Samantha and Breanna said, bowing their heads.

“Oh, stop groveling!” The head witch laughed. “There’s nothing wrong with a little lust every now and then. Hell, it gives us our strongest magic.”

“Wait, really?” Breanna looked, up, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes, really. You’d be astonished as to just how many spells were born of lust. It’s a lot like how the porn industry moves the world’s technology.” Valerie chuckled, but her smile soon turned into a frown. “That said, you girls do need to be punished for changing your sisters like that…”

Before either of the collegiate could respond, they were thrown onto their backs, forced down by magical cords which seemed to grow from the ground. No matter how hard they strained against them, the two were held fast; and they looked to the witch with wide eyes, fearful of what would come next.

“Now…” Valerie purred. “Heather, if you’d be so kind as to paint their faces?”

“Like what, mommy?” Heather looked up with a wide smile, bouncing on her heels with eagerness.

“Like… Oh, like whatever you’d want them to be.” The head witch smiled at her daughter, magically bringing the paint set closer. “Any two animals you want.”

“That’s a lot of animals to choose from!” The girl gasped, her eyes as round as saucers.

“It is, isn’t it?” Valerie paused, tapping a finger against her chin contemplatively. “Then, how about we do… A pair of animals for the zoo? They’ve been asking me to make them some new exhibits for the next two months…”

“Ooh! Then I have just the perfect two!” Heather beamed, picking up her face painting kit and getting to work.

After just a few minutes, her project was completed, and Breanna had a giraffe’s spots on her face, while Samantha was set to look like a skunk. The magical cords disappeared, leaving the girls to sit up and look at one another, eyes wide at how bizarre they looked.

“Perfect.” Valerie clapped. She turned to Breanna first, grinning as the giraffe pattern on the girl’s face disappeared into her skin, leaving no trace it was ever there. “I think that’ll suit you as a punishment.”

“So… We’re not going to be punished, aside for a little paint?” Breanna asked hopefully, her eyes wide. She smiled, not realizing that her paint been magically absorbed into her pores. Little did she know that her forehead was stretching out into a pair of blunt, short-furred horns. The two looked like something that belonged more on a giraffe than on a person.

“I didn’t say that.” The head witch smiled to herself, looking at the change she’d made. “There are two types of witches I hate in this world. One of them are witches who would transform other witches. Against their will, of course. Your whole deal with those lust-based changes are fine by me, but this I cannot abide.”

Breanna gulped nervously, running a hand through her light-brown hair. At least, she intended to. But once her hand got to her forehead, it was stopped by one of her new ossicones, the callused growth keeping her hand from moving any farther.

“W-wait, no!” She stammered, her eyes wide. “I mean, it was my idea, but… Please don’t change me!” She searched her mind for a spell that would get her out of this, any spell.

“Oh, hush.” The woman clicked her fingers, forcing another wave of transformation onto the girl.

Breanna gagged as her tongue suddenly grew three sizes too large for her mouth, spitting out its long and rapidly-darkening length. “N-ngo!” She tried to speak around it. “Ngawt a hurratthe!” She whined, her eyes crossing as her nose started to flatten out. In seconds, she had just a pair of thick nostrils, large and flared on her face.

She whined, her hands flying to her face as if to keep the next change from happening. Of course, it was no use, and her jaw started to stretch out into an elongated muzzle that could contain her long, black tongue.

Breanna whimpered in distaste, still unable to control her tongue fully. As such, she couldn’t quite slurp the offending appendage back into her mouth, despite her best attempts. Not that the transformation wasn’t trying to make it easier. As her lips drew away from her face, they thickened, swelling to better match the animal she was becoming. The changing girl shivered at the feeling of fur growing along her lips, making them look a little bit thicker and feel totally inhuman.

Her ears tingled next, and the girl whined as they flicked in distress. She knew that that couldn’t mean anything good, and hesitantly felt them with her hands, noticing how they were lengthening by the second, drawing up to the sides of her giraffe-y head.

“Hm…” Valerie grinned mischievously. “I’m a little tempted to leave you like this.” As she spoke, the girl’s gorgeous hair pulled back into her head, a new mane sprouting along the base of her neck. Fur grew from every pore of the afflicted girl’s body, a tawny gold with brown spots.

Breanna’s eyes widened as they slid to the sides of her head, and she shook her head in fright, wishing for anything but that to happen. It was almost a relief when her hands and feet started to cramp, an ache settling across them that could only be the onset of hooves.

She looked down to her hands, then to her feet. Her shoes were bulging, and the girl grunted in distaste as her transforming hooves burst through the sneakers. The fabric and leather was no match for hard enamel, giving way in a matter of moments. At least they weren’t one of her favorite pairs…

The girl wobbled on her hooves unsteadily, stepping out from the tatters of fabric. Then her dress lifted a little from behind her, and her face colored with surprise. She turned to see if someone was lifting it only to find a long tail extending from her backside, swaying from side to side as she looked on.

Surprised, Breanna took a wobbling step forward, only to fall forward onto her hands. As she did, her arms and legs began to lengthen, stretching out further and further until she was standing well above everyone else in the room. It gave them a perfect view to see her body grow out against her dress, expanding slowly and gaining more bulk than a human would ever have—or at least more bulk than her clothing was designed for.

Sure enough, as her giraffe belly came in, the dress tore, revealing her bulky upper arms and thighs. However, her panties remained stubbornly attached, despite her long and flicking tail. That soon changed though, as her butt started to swell out, matching the hindquarters of an animal.

It was almost too much for Breanna to bear, and she looked away, determined not to see this latest transformation. Of course, she had nothing to cover her ears, and was forced to hear the snapping of fabric as her underwear gave up its losing battle.

Finally, the last of the changes swept across her, and Breanna let out a giraffe’s long and plaintive cry as her neck slowly stretched out from her body, stealing whatever remained of the gift of speech from her body. More than that, it also gave her the illusion of being even taller than she was, and her head spun from the dizzying height it was now at.

“And that takes care of one of you.” Valerie said with a smile, looking back to the skunk-painted girl with a smile. She waved one of her hands, the paint sinking into Samantha’s face just like with Breanna.

“Guess there’s no way I could be getting out of this?” Samantha asked. She played with some of her curly hair idly, her heart hammering in her chest. Yet even as she looked at the head witch for mercy, her hair began to lighten down the center, a long white stripe running across her scalp.

“Not a chance.” Valerie smiled, clicking her fingers together.

Samantha yelped, forced to all fours as her spine violently extended, tearing a hole through her jeans. Her eyes watered, and she looked back to see a long, white tail extending from her backside, a tail that looked just like any other skunk’s.

“Gorgeous. Oh, I should mention that your transformation will come de-scented. I hope you don’t mind, but the zookeepers do hate needing to bathe in tomato juice every time a skunk gets spooked.” Valerie chuckled, leaning down to tap the girl on her nose.

As she did, Samantha’s nose puffed up, turning dark. The girl stared on as it turned a midnight black, and a thin line trailed down from her nose to her lips, which were already darkening. The transforming sorority girl shivered, feeling her lips thin, becoming a mustelid’s.

She then looked up to Valerie, feeling her ears round out on her head. They ached a little as they slid to the sides of her skull, perched in the perfect spot to hear oncoming predators. Her whole face started to ache next, and Samantha gagged a little bit as she grew a muzzle; her eyes sliding to either side of her head and darkening. Her teeth grew sharper, and she could feel every bit of her face aching as it stretched longer and longer, growing pointed.

Her hands and feet were the next things to transform about her, and the girl looked down in surprise to see them slowly shifting into paws. Her nails grew around her fingers, leaving her with long and curved claws at the ends of her puffier palms. She looked to those next, seeing velvety pads come in along them, a dark shade that would suit the inevitable fur on her body.

She could feel her feet changing as well, and the girl kicked off her shoes, rolling around to get a look at them. It was just like with her hands: her toes shrank even as her nails became long claws, suited to cover them. The girl whined, looking at her soles and watching as they too darkened into paw pads.

Then her body started to expand, and Samantha found that she had much more pressing concerns. Her arms and legs shrank a little, but that didn’t help the constricting tightness of the fabric all along her body. The squeezing sensation didn’t last for long, though: her thin clothes tore under the strain, leaving her naked as the day she was born.

The girl looked up to Valerie, shivering as a new feeling gripped her. It was an odd squeezing sensation, and Samantha stared as the world started to get bigger around her. She was shrinking, getting smaller and smaller until she was just around the size of a housecat.

Finally, her hair darkened, shrinking back into her scalp. As it did, short and soft furs sprouted all along her body, black in most places, save for the white stripe that ran along her back. Samantha trembled at the odd sensation of hair growth, something she’d never quite gotten used to.

“Now, off to the zoo with you!” Valerie waved her hands, satisfied with her work. With that, she teleported the new animals off before they could so much as react. “That should teach them.” She looked to her daughter with a self-satisfied smile. “All’s well that ends well, isn’t it?”

At that, the Clydesdale and the poodle let out a whinny and a bark, respectively. They both stared at the head witch with wide eyes, distaste evident on both of their features.

“Oh.” Valerie said with mock-surprise, looking at Missy and Roxy. “I forgot to change you two girls back.”

A moment passed. Then another. Impatiently, the two made another set of discontented sounds, the Clydesdale going as far as to scuff her hoof on the ground.

“What? I don’t know which of you is which.” Valerie shrugged. “So, I suppose that you’ll just need to stay as my daughter’s pets until your sisters change back.” She chuckled darkly. “After all, there are two types of witches that I hate: one who’d unwillingly transform another; and one who’d rat on her own kind.”

Roxy and Missy looked to each other with wide eyes, then back to Valerie. The two new animals swallowed, wondering if they’d really made the right decision in coming here. At least Heather was good with pets…

TF Types:
Woman to Clydesdale
Woman to Poodle
Woman to Giraffe
Woman to Skunk

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A transformation story commissioned by bobbyj251 ! Thanks again! In this, Breanna and Samantha find out that every action can lead to some rather... unexpected consequences.
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It's so professional and refined, but amazing! Just perfect. <3