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Walking down the hot, black asphalt road, Penelope looked up as she neared the gateway into the summer fair. Blaring past it were delightful elements she had not witnessed in over six years: the constant aura of cries, chatter, and cheering as people partook in all the wondrous rides and games the fair had to offer, the aroma of delicious foods being sold at the numerous vendors throughout, and the urge to succumb to it all and let this be the most exciting day of the year. She passed under the fifteen foot tall gateway, decorated in red paint with a fabulous gold trim bordering the edge with white and gold pillars holding the large gateway sign up, and entered into the grounds itself. Six years may not be the longest time, but with how busy she was with her studies and summer jobs it sure felt like it. She wanted this day so much, and here it was.
The slim young woman walked up to a ticket booth and bought herself enough tickets to give her a good enough blast for the day, without making her completely broke at the same time. After the transaction was made she looked upon the fairgrounds once more, taking in the sight she had not seen in years. Spinning and rolling rides that dipped up and down and decorated with pinks, blues, purples, yellows, reds, and all sorts of other colours in patterns both happy yet surreal. Vendor and booth tents carpeting her lower view, with all sorts of foods, trinkets, games, and other surprises to be had! She breathed in some excited sighs as she marveled at it all. Her blue eyes shining with inner glee as she wanted to throw herself into this mess of excitement and succumb to the wonders of the fair.
Her first act was simply heading forward into the fray. Brushing past families, couples and individuals, all wearing summer clothing to compensate for this 30 degree weather, a gorgeous but warm day. Sandals, shorts, T-shirts, the usual summer norm, as she herself was wearing as well. Today she had decided to tie up her long reddish brown hair out of fear it may get stuck on a ride. She has never heard to it happen, but it's been something she had done when she was younger whenever her family came here. It was almost like tradition. Ironically though, it wasn't the rides the she wanted to try out.
It was the games. Whether it was blasting ducks with water or bullets, throwing darts at balloons on a wall, or trying to toss rings onto a slow moving but erratic turtle. And then the real joy from these games: the prizes. Colourful plastic necklaces, small plastic water guns, or adorable plush animals, there was always something to be won! She may be twenty-five now working for a sewing company, but that didn't stop Penelope from enjoying one of her childhood's greatest thrills. And considering how much space she has in her new apartment, there was plenty of room to decorate it with colourful prizes.
After resisting the delectable temptation of giving in to a hot dog or mini donuts as she passed by their respective stalls, she arrived at her destination, the first of many. A game booth. A purple and white canvas shaded it all from the hot sun, as well as decorated the front counter and sides. The man running it wore a casual but spiffy looking purple jacket and black pants - normal looking, but still had something about it that looked unique and different. He had chin-length black hair, eyes that were like lustrous pearls, and a smile that shined of satisfaction. Those eyes and that smile locked on to Penelope as she approached the booth.
"Why hello there! Don't be shy, step right up," he called to her. "Prizes to be and be received by any and all!"
"Hi!" Penelope greeted, her eyes studying the game. It didn't look like anything too complicated.
"Just a simple game of ring toss," he said, as if reading her mind, "and no tricks or moving targets. Just three chances to get this ring-" he held up a large chrome ring the size of his hand, "-and land it on that little nob right there on the wall." He pointed to said nob, which stuck out from the wooden back wall angling upwards a bit. "Just a single time, and you'll win your prize!"
The game didn't look too complicated, which pleased Penelope. But there was something confusing her.
"Where are all the prizes?" she asked, eyes darting around trying to study every corner of the booth to discover their hidden location.
The man chuckled heartedly. "Ah, my girl, they are special, and unique to each and every player! I bring them out once someone's won the game. Don't you worry. So, what d'ya say?" He flashed a smile at her, which sparked a realization in her as she noticed how sharp his teeth looked. Studying his face again, it became very clear by his darker skin tone, sharp teeth, and the reduced muzzle with small nostrils that he had some shark in his ancestry, one of the peoples from those island nations. Though to be technically correct, his ancestors would have been even more human than what he and his people are this day.
Not like noticing what race he was changed anything. Just something that made this fellow and his booth all the more unique. "Sure! I'll play."
"That'll be one gaming ticket. Thank ya very much!" After the exchange, he handed her three chrome rings. "Good luck, ma'am."
Penelope took the rings from the man, who stepped off to the side. It was her turn to smile, as she looked up at the nob, confidence written all over her face. While it had been six years since she played this kind of game, her childhood skills were beginning to warm up within her. She played these ring toss games many times and had gotten so good it was like riding a bike. With a spark of determination igniting her motions, she tossed the first ring toward the nob. As it flew through the air, she knew it would be the only one she needed. And sure enough, like the ace she was as a child, it landed perfectly onto the nob. Effortless looking.
"Yes!" she cheered quietly. Her first win of the day.
"Goodness, I haven't seen someone get it on the first time like that! Congratulations young woman!"
"So, what's the prize?" she asked, knowing full well how impatient that might sound, but her excitement could not be contained.
The man chuckled, as he twiddled his left hand's fingers. "Prizes to be and be received by any and all. And you my girl, are my first winner of the day. So for you... a prize to be," he spoke with a playful edge in his voice, his eyes narrowing at her as a blue and purple mist grew between his twiddling fingers. Muddled by what was going on, Penelope tried to understand what he was talking about, her heart starting to beat a bit faster as her confusion started to transform into concern.
Before she could react, he threw up his left hand and hurled the mist right at her, flowing into her chest like a soft silky ribbon. It was warm, very warm, almost like it was drawing up all her bodily energy for some purpose, as she felt herself feeling weak. She dropped to the ground as her limbs gave out, landing on her soft butt with a quiet "ummph." She looked down at where the mist entered her, and blushed beat red as she noticed that her clothing had vanished! She would have covered herself with her hands, legs, anything, except for two problems. Her limbs were sluggish and refused to move in a fast and timely manner. And, there was nothing to cover. Where her reasonable B-cup breasts used to be now was a flat chest of white fur with black spots. And it was spreading fast across her body, her skin tingling as the fur grew out from it like grass after several days of intense rain and heat, multiplied by fifty.
"What's... what's happening to me?!?" Penelope cried out, as she watched the fur creep up her right arm, before warmth focused in on the respective hand. It wanted to close up, her fingers tightening. She tried to resist, but she didn't even have the energy to move them at all. She could only watch helplessly as her whole hand closed up and fused into itself, and turned black. It wasn't furry like the rest of her arm, but rather smooth looking, even after a deep groove formed down the middle to separate the black mass into two giant black fingernails. Her face fell into shock as she realized that what she was becoming. A cow. "No! Stop it!"
"You knew what you were getting yourself into, young lady," the man taunted, as her left leg tingled, fur growing down it before focusing again on her foot, bones and flesh softening and reforming into a more unguligrade-like hind foot of a cow. A pressure built up in her groin as her limbs succumbed to the bovine infestation that was invading her body. She winced as it decided to explode out, flesh pushing out into a large mass of mutant pink flesh. But as she studied it, it was mutant at all, but rather just an udder. Yet, it almost looked too simplistic. The more she thought about, even her hooves didn't look right.
The loss of vision in her right eye tipped her off that something wasn't right at all.
Having watched Penelope's right eye harden and flatten out into a blue button, the man chuckled as he saw the girl get really confused by what was happening. She tried to call out at him, to beg him to stop. But nothing came out of her mouth. "At this point, you're insides are probably nothing but cotton now, I'm afraid." Her heart skipped a beat, or at least it felt like it. She was losing feeling, at least, her fear. It was fading. It was like as her head changed with fur creeping over it and her ears flaring out into cow ears, her mind was changing as well. But yet she still felt herself here, and sane, and aware. But she wasn't feeling... scared about this change. She should be, she knew she should be. But it's like all the cotton was replacing or blocking the "fear" hormones from working properly. She was being forced to think nothing but good or neutral thoughts about this! And there was nothing she could do, as everything turned black.
The man jumped over the counter and picked up the life-sized stuffed cow plushy from the ground, brushing off any grass that might be stuck to it. "I didn't get your name... huh... I'm starting to get rusty. Ah well, not like that really mattered now." He hopped back over into his booth, and planted the cow plushy onto a shelf at the back of his booth for all to see. He smiled at his first winner of the day.
"And now, for a prize to be received by all, you are my dear. And after you're won, the fella after will take your place. And so on, and so forth."
One might think him to be crazy, but Penelope could still hear out of her plushy ears, and he knew it. The thought of being stuck like this forever made her feel... casual. It was weird, as she couldn't feel a single ounce of negativity or fear anymore. The spell seemed to make it so she can only experience happy or neutral feelings. She was a toy that was meant to bring joy and company to a lucky winner. She could only hope that the winner would take good care of her. She still had feelings, she could still hear and smell, and her sensitivity to touch had increased so drastically that she could form instant images of something as soon as she felt its surface. And depending on what she felt, it felt like it could affect her emotions too. Right now, sitting on the wooden shelf was kinda boring. She wanted to be in the cradling arms of someone. Anyone. She has a feeling that the feeling of human skin on her fur would make her very happy.
She actually heard someone draw close - her hearing was sensitive but the range was reduced so that she could only focus on those who were nearby. It sounded like someone interested in playing the game! And... it sounded like her younger sister! She forgot that her family was coming in to the city today for this! How wonderful it would be to be with her family again!
"Hold on honey," she heard her dad caution, "There has to be a trick to this. I'll give it a try, and then you can go next."
"Okay, dad," she heard her sister say. "But whether you win or lose, I want to go next!"
Something in Penelope stirred regarding this. She really was hoping they just win once. If what the man said is true, they have to win only once!
"Just like that!" her dad cried as he won on the third toss.
"Congratulations, Mister! Here's your prize! Something nice for your young girl," the man said as he grabbed Penelope off the shelf and handed it to her dad. His hands pressed into her fur and body - it felt so wonderful! He was about to hand it to her sister, but she waved her hand.
"Hold on to it. I still want a turn!" her sister exclaimed as she planted a game ticket on the counter. "Give me those rings. I'm gonna get me something too!"
"Please miss... please miss..." Penelope thought politely. She just felt life wouldn't be happy if her sister had won. It wouldn't.
The man chuckled as he handed her sister the chrome rings. Biting her lip, she stared at that nob, and threw her ring.
Penelope's nonexistent heart skipped a beat...
A quick little picture I whipped up one day which I decided to fully finish shading it just to get some practice. It was inspired by a plushy picture Edmol had posted on their Twitter page, one of several plushy TFs they had already done, including one very unique body horrory sort of one. But I decided to just stick with a regular/normal TF. I'm really quite happy with how this came out, and hope the story proves to be just as good too! I tried to include more detail and be descriptive of the setting and what's happening a bit more than I have tended to be in the past. And of course, ended it on such a suspenseful note. ;)
The slim young woman walked up to a ticket booth and bought herself enough tickets to give her a good enough blast for the day, without making her completely broke at the same time. After the transaction was made she looked upon the fairgrounds once more, taking in the sight she had not seen in years. Spinning and rolling rides that dipped up and down and decorated with pinks, blues, purples, yellows, reds, and all sorts of other colours in patterns both happy yet surreal. Vendor and booth tents carpeting her lower view, with all sorts of foods, trinkets, games, and other surprises to be had! She breathed in some excited sighs as she marveled at it all. Her blue eyes shining with inner glee as she wanted to throw herself into this mess of excitement and succumb to the wonders of the fair.
Her first act was simply heading forward into the fray. Brushing past families, couples and individuals, all wearing summer clothing to compensate for this 30 degree weather, a gorgeous but warm day. Sandals, shorts, T-shirts, the usual summer norm, as she herself was wearing as well. Today she had decided to tie up her long reddish brown hair out of fear it may get stuck on a ride. She has never heard to it happen, but it's been something she had done when she was younger whenever her family came here. It was almost like tradition. Ironically though, it wasn't the rides the she wanted to try out.
It was the games. Whether it was blasting ducks with water or bullets, throwing darts at balloons on a wall, or trying to toss rings onto a slow moving but erratic turtle. And then the real joy from these games: the prizes. Colourful plastic necklaces, small plastic water guns, or adorable plush animals, there was always something to be won! She may be twenty-five now working for a sewing company, but that didn't stop Penelope from enjoying one of her childhood's greatest thrills. And considering how much space she has in her new apartment, there was plenty of room to decorate it with colourful prizes.
After resisting the delectable temptation of giving in to a hot dog or mini donuts as she passed by their respective stalls, she arrived at her destination, the first of many. A game booth. A purple and white canvas shaded it all from the hot sun, as well as decorated the front counter and sides. The man running it wore a casual but spiffy looking purple jacket and black pants - normal looking, but still had something about it that looked unique and different. He had chin-length black hair, eyes that were like lustrous pearls, and a smile that shined of satisfaction. Those eyes and that smile locked on to Penelope as she approached the booth.
"Why hello there! Don't be shy, step right up," he called to her. "Prizes to be and be received by any and all!"
"Hi!" Penelope greeted, her eyes studying the game. It didn't look like anything too complicated.
"Just a simple game of ring toss," he said, as if reading her mind, "and no tricks or moving targets. Just three chances to get this ring-" he held up a large chrome ring the size of his hand, "-and land it on that little nob right there on the wall." He pointed to said nob, which stuck out from the wooden back wall angling upwards a bit. "Just a single time, and you'll win your prize!"
The game didn't look too complicated, which pleased Penelope. But there was something confusing her.
"Where are all the prizes?" she asked, eyes darting around trying to study every corner of the booth to discover their hidden location.
The man chuckled heartedly. "Ah, my girl, they are special, and unique to each and every player! I bring them out once someone's won the game. Don't you worry. So, what d'ya say?" He flashed a smile at her, which sparked a realization in her as she noticed how sharp his teeth looked. Studying his face again, it became very clear by his darker skin tone, sharp teeth, and the reduced muzzle with small nostrils that he had some shark in his ancestry, one of the peoples from those island nations. Though to be technically correct, his ancestors would have been even more human than what he and his people are this day.
Not like noticing what race he was changed anything. Just something that made this fellow and his booth all the more unique. "Sure! I'll play."
"That'll be one gaming ticket. Thank ya very much!" After the exchange, he handed her three chrome rings. "Good luck, ma'am."
Penelope took the rings from the man, who stepped off to the side. It was her turn to smile, as she looked up at the nob, confidence written all over her face. While it had been six years since she played this kind of game, her childhood skills were beginning to warm up within her. She played these ring toss games many times and had gotten so good it was like riding a bike. With a spark of determination igniting her motions, she tossed the first ring toward the nob. As it flew through the air, she knew it would be the only one she needed. And sure enough, like the ace she was as a child, it landed perfectly onto the nob. Effortless looking.
"Yes!" she cheered quietly. Her first win of the day.
"Goodness, I haven't seen someone get it on the first time like that! Congratulations young woman!"
"So, what's the prize?" she asked, knowing full well how impatient that might sound, but her excitement could not be contained.
The man chuckled, as he twiddled his left hand's fingers. "Prizes to be and be received by any and all. And you my girl, are my first winner of the day. So for you... a prize to be," he spoke with a playful edge in his voice, his eyes narrowing at her as a blue and purple mist grew between his twiddling fingers. Muddled by what was going on, Penelope tried to understand what he was talking about, her heart starting to beat a bit faster as her confusion started to transform into concern.
Before she could react, he threw up his left hand and hurled the mist right at her, flowing into her chest like a soft silky ribbon. It was warm, very warm, almost like it was drawing up all her bodily energy for some purpose, as she felt herself feeling weak. She dropped to the ground as her limbs gave out, landing on her soft butt with a quiet "ummph." She looked down at where the mist entered her, and blushed beat red as she noticed that her clothing had vanished! She would have covered herself with her hands, legs, anything, except for two problems. Her limbs were sluggish and refused to move in a fast and timely manner. And, there was nothing to cover. Where her reasonable B-cup breasts used to be now was a flat chest of white fur with black spots. And it was spreading fast across her body, her skin tingling as the fur grew out from it like grass after several days of intense rain and heat, multiplied by fifty.
"What's... what's happening to me?!?" Penelope cried out, as she watched the fur creep up her right arm, before warmth focused in on the respective hand. It wanted to close up, her fingers tightening. She tried to resist, but she didn't even have the energy to move them at all. She could only watch helplessly as her whole hand closed up and fused into itself, and turned black. It wasn't furry like the rest of her arm, but rather smooth looking, even after a deep groove formed down the middle to separate the black mass into two giant black fingernails. Her face fell into shock as she realized that what she was becoming. A cow. "No! Stop it!"
"You knew what you were getting yourself into, young lady," the man taunted, as her left leg tingled, fur growing down it before focusing again on her foot, bones and flesh softening and reforming into a more unguligrade-like hind foot of a cow. A pressure built up in her groin as her limbs succumbed to the bovine infestation that was invading her body. She winced as it decided to explode out, flesh pushing out into a large mass of mutant pink flesh. But as she studied it, it was mutant at all, but rather just an udder. Yet, it almost looked too simplistic. The more she thought about, even her hooves didn't look right.
The loss of vision in her right eye tipped her off that something wasn't right at all.
Having watched Penelope's right eye harden and flatten out into a blue button, the man chuckled as he saw the girl get really confused by what was happening. She tried to call out at him, to beg him to stop. But nothing came out of her mouth. "At this point, you're insides are probably nothing but cotton now, I'm afraid." Her heart skipped a beat, or at least it felt like it. She was losing feeling, at least, her fear. It was fading. It was like as her head changed with fur creeping over it and her ears flaring out into cow ears, her mind was changing as well. But yet she still felt herself here, and sane, and aware. But she wasn't feeling... scared about this change. She should be, she knew she should be. But it's like all the cotton was replacing or blocking the "fear" hormones from working properly. She was being forced to think nothing but good or neutral thoughts about this! And there was nothing she could do, as everything turned black.
The man jumped over the counter and picked up the life-sized stuffed cow plushy from the ground, brushing off any grass that might be stuck to it. "I didn't get your name... huh... I'm starting to get rusty. Ah well, not like that really mattered now." He hopped back over into his booth, and planted the cow plushy onto a shelf at the back of his booth for all to see. He smiled at his first winner of the day.
"And now, for a prize to be received by all, you are my dear. And after you're won, the fella after will take your place. And so on, and so forth."
One might think him to be crazy, but Penelope could still hear out of her plushy ears, and he knew it. The thought of being stuck like this forever made her feel... casual. It was weird, as she couldn't feel a single ounce of negativity or fear anymore. The spell seemed to make it so she can only experience happy or neutral feelings. She was a toy that was meant to bring joy and company to a lucky winner. She could only hope that the winner would take good care of her. She still had feelings, she could still hear and smell, and her sensitivity to touch had increased so drastically that she could form instant images of something as soon as she felt its surface. And depending on what she felt, it felt like it could affect her emotions too. Right now, sitting on the wooden shelf was kinda boring. She wanted to be in the cradling arms of someone. Anyone. She has a feeling that the feeling of human skin on her fur would make her very happy.
She actually heard someone draw close - her hearing was sensitive but the range was reduced so that she could only focus on those who were nearby. It sounded like someone interested in playing the game! And... it sounded like her younger sister! She forgot that her family was coming in to the city today for this! How wonderful it would be to be with her family again!
"Hold on honey," she heard her dad caution, "There has to be a trick to this. I'll give it a try, and then you can go next."
"Okay, dad," she heard her sister say. "But whether you win or lose, I want to go next!"
Something in Penelope stirred regarding this. She really was hoping they just win once. If what the man said is true, they have to win only once!
"Just like that!" her dad cried as he won on the third toss.
"Congratulations, Mister! Here's your prize! Something nice for your young girl," the man said as he grabbed Penelope off the shelf and handed it to her dad. His hands pressed into her fur and body - it felt so wonderful! He was about to hand it to her sister, but she waved her hand.
"Hold on to it. I still want a turn!" her sister exclaimed as she planted a game ticket on the counter. "Give me those rings. I'm gonna get me something too!"
"Please miss... please miss..." Penelope thought politely. She just felt life wouldn't be happy if her sister had won. It wouldn't.
The man chuckled as he handed her sister the chrome rings. Biting her lip, she stared at that nob, and threw her ring.
Penelope's nonexistent heart skipped a beat...
A quick little picture I whipped up one day which I decided to fully finish shading it just to get some practice. It was inspired by a plushy picture Edmol had posted on their Twitter page, one of several plushy TFs they had already done, including one very unique body horrory sort of one. But I decided to just stick with a regular/normal TF. I'm really quite happy with how this came out, and hope the story proves to be just as good too! I tried to include more detail and be descriptive of the setting and what's happening a bit more than I have tended to be in the past. And of course, ended it on such a suspenseful note. ;)
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Cow
Size 1800 x 1800px
File Size 1.17 MB
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