By FoxFaceStories

When an entire college literature class is transported to a fairy tale world while studying folklore, they soon find themselves living out actual famous fairy tales! But these various friends, groups, and even professors must now contend with the world starting to change them. After all, Puss in Boots wants a wife, the Big Bad Wolf is looking for a mate, and the Goldilocks bears have laid a transformative trap for the next unwelcome visitor to their home . . .

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Fable 4, Part 1: Donkey Cabbages

It was time to leave, but Abigail hesitated. The kind and intelligent blonde woman had spent several months now at the Cottage of the Three Bears, though they would have to rename that now, because her best friend Joel had become a fourth bear, a female one at that, and was already pregnant with a cub.

Well, two cubs, actually. Already, her female anthro-bear friend was growing quite the impressive furry belly, and her already large breasts were growing further and her hips were widening too. It was another remarkable transformation to witness, particularly since it was already on the heels of Joel’s gender-swapping and species-switching change. Now renamed as Bright Bear, the thick-figured yet very curvaceous anthro-bear had fallen in love with the famous Baby Bear of the fairytale, and while he had a gruff exterior and an occasionally grumpy personality, he loved her fiercely as well, enough to help her choose her new name, just as she had given him the name Grizzly Bear. He was no baby after all, and that had been proven most of all by the fact that, to Abigail’s own astonishment, the pair had apparently been mating in the woods for entire weeks before they admitted their relationship, and only then because Joel/Bright Bear had gotten knocked up. It had been quite the shock, but on that day that Bright had admitted it to the rest of the bear family and to Abigail as well, the young woman had immediately been able to see how happy her friend was, even if the situation was so completely unexpected! 

And now, there Bright Bear was, happily sitting back on the couch and learning how to knit, trails of wool falling down to her round pregnant stomach. Abigail took in the sight of her best friend.

“How goes being preggers?” she said rather lamely.

Bright Bear giggled. “Better than knitting! I want to learn, if only for Mother Bear’s sake, but God this is impossible!”

She tossed it to the side, then rubbed her stomach, which now had a taught roundness to it. “This, though, I can get used to.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! No joke! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like being tired, but Grizzly gets me all the best fish and cheese and honey - and porridge! And I can’t describe it, Abby, but it’s like I’m supposed to be a mommy. I don't know, maybe it’s just the hormones.”

Abigail rubbed her friend’s stomach. The fur was exposed, but the roundness was obvious, even if she wasn’t out of the first trimester yet. “Two babies,” she said. “Two cubs. I can’t believe you know already.”

“Well, they’ve started moving, and Mother Bear knows these things!”

“And to think, just a few months ago you were a gay black man.”

“Hey, I’m still black! I just got that mocha brown fur now! And I’m sorta gay . . . I’m into men, right?”

The pair laughed, and then a silence settled over them. 

“Are you ready to go today?” 

Abigail nodded. “I want to stay, but I know I can’t. And besides, I miss our world. I miss my other classmates. I need to find Eunika, and God knows what poor Professor Styles and Lori Suzumi are up to!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed so long . . .”

Abigail shook her head. “And leave my best friend? Never. Not until I knew she’d be taken care of by that sexy bear husband of hers.”

At this, the bear girl’s triangular ears pricked up. “Did you just call my Grizzly sexy?”

Abigail giggled. “Hey! I never said my tastes were entirely usual! I was big into Twilight back in the day, and I was distinctly on Team Jacob’s side!”

They laughed, but just an hour later, after lunch, the tears truly flowed. Abigail was ready to leave, and had been given advice on where to look for others by Father Bear, who had also made her new backpack. Mother Bear had stocked it with food, and Grizzly with equipment for camping. And Bright Bear had written some long letters for Abigail to read on the road, just as Abigail had written some long ones for the mother-to-be. She said her goodbyes and gave her great thanks to the bear family for their hospitality, and then she wept a little as she clung to her best friend.

“I’ll see you again,” she whispered. “I promise.”

“I know you will. No way are you missing out on meeting my cubs.”

Abigail wiped a tear from her eye. “Exactly!” 

But it was time to go. Abigail hoisted her backpack up and began walking down the road away from the cottage, she waved practically until she was out of sight.

And then she was alone.

***

“Eunika!” Abigail shouted. “Are you out there? Professor Styles? Spencer? Norm?”

There was no reply, as usual, and it left the blonde woman feeling hopeless. She’d travelled for over a week by this point. She’d passed an enormous Mother Goose instructing her children not to cross over the mountain again. She’d fled to the hills when Little Miss Muffet warned her about an approaching spider, only for a monstrous giant spider to approach from a nearby set of large fungal plants, complete with an upper half like that of a woman with skin the colour of tar. 

“Abigail!?” the creature had said, and Abigail had shrieked and run away.

The giant beanstalk was an obvious no-go, despite signs that someone may have climbed up there again recently. And she had spied the army of the Grand Old Duke of York and his Ten Thousand Men, marching up and down the hills. She didn’t recall there being a soldier wife as part of the nursery rhyme, one who followed the army with a look of confusion upon her face, but the fiery-haired woman didn’t appear to be a member of Abigail’s class, so she continued on. By this point, she had reached yet another series of fields and farms, and was truly hoping that this small slice of civilisation would help her find her classmates, friends, and even her teachers.

“Eunika! Are you here?”

“Excuse me, can you keep your shouting down? I’ve got big ears, you know!:

Suddenly, a head rose up from the other side of the stone wall beside her. Abigail jumped; it was a donkey! No, it was a woman. It was a donkey woman. She was wearing a peasant’s dress just like Abigail now was, and her lower half was entirely human. But she had a full-blown donkey’s head from the shoulders up, one that was a little more expressive, perhaps, than the real thing, and proportionate to a smaller body, but otherwise a full-freaking donkey head.

“Oh my God!” Abigail exclaimed. “You’re a -”

The donkey rolled its eyes and folded its arms beneath its chest. “A weird donkey freak. Yes, I am more than aware, thank you very much. It’s part of the curse.”

“The - the curse?”

The donkey woman gestured into the distance, where the spires of a castle could be seen faintly over the farming fields. “That’s the Huntsman's Castle.”

Abigail frowned, trying to think of what was being referred to here. The donkey woman groaned, making a slight braying noise.

“The huntsman who possessed the wishing cloak? Who had the heart of a dead bird that would grant him coinage until his dying days, if it were consumed?”

Abigail stood frozen, almost embarrassed. The donkey woman spread her arms out, still braying.

“Hunstman Hans! He ate a magical cabbage that turned him into a donkey, and then another to turn himself back, and he brought the first kind to-”

“-to trick the witch and her daughter who had stolen his cloak and bird’s heart,” Abigail shouted, suddenly remembering the Donkey Cabbages tale from her copy of Grimm. “And this turned them and their maidservant into donkeys! He left them to be beaten and fed, the witch having the worst treatment of all, and when he returned, the witch was dead, and so he fed them the other cabbage to change back. The Hunstman - Hans - then married the witch’s daughter instead of trying to claim the cloak or the bird’s heart back, because now he had everything he wanted, right?”

The donkey woman’s ears flapped, somewhat in annoyance. “Uh-huh. That’s how the story goes, alright.”

“But - but then who are you?”

The donkey woman, who was in the process of taking some cabbages, showed off her teeth in a frustrated expression directed towards Abigail. “Would you like to guess?”

“Well, um, I don’t want to assume anything, but I suppose you’d be the witch’s daughter, right? Or the original witch? I’m sorry, I don’t know what your name would be.”

The donkey’s head groaned. “Great! Just great! You’re just the same as any other - oh shit!”

“HEY! YOU THIEVING FREAK!”

Abigail turned on the spot to see a very irate farmer running towards them with a pitchfork. 

“Wait? Are you stealing those cabbages?”

“Absolutely, I am,” the strange donkey woman said, before showing several of them into Abigail’s arms. “Now hold on to these and run with me!”

The donkey woman took off, and Abigail had no choice but to run after her in a panic, clutching several cabbages in her arms and trying not to lose half of them.

“GET BACK HERE, YOU MONSTER!”

“Not until I’m no longer a monster, Johan!” the woman cried, before braying with brash laughter. She sped down the road and towards the town area that surrounded the castle. Several more townsfolk yelled at the donkey woman, and at Abigail by proxy, but the former clearly had a plan, because she led Abigail down an alley and then quickly opened a hatch in the wall.

“Come in!” she declared. “I promise, it’s not some creepy cult basement, just a regular one. I definitely won’t be chopping your head off!”

Abigail blinked. “That’s not very reassuring!”

“Well, neither is having a donkey’s head, so maybe just don’t trust me! But the city guards aren’t nice either, so hurry up!”

Abigail took a roll of the die and entered into the hatch with her, then descended into the basement, which was lamplit. It wasn’t much of a loft, but Abigail was offered a seat by the donkey woman, and it gave her time to look around the area and note that it had a lot of cabbages in it. Some were older. Some had little trinkets on them. Some were in odd colours, and others had little test tubes filled with cabbage juice drained from pots of boiled cabbage suspended above.

“Woohoo, that was wild!” the donkey woman announced. “I tell ya, that could have cut it close. Lucky thing that Podast is such a terrible city guard captain, am I right? 

This is easily the biggest cabbage haul I’ve had in months! Lucky you came around, you pretty thing!” The donkey woman elbowed Abigail. “I haven’t had an accomplice in a while. What’s your name?”

Abigail actually laughed. It was a nervous reaction. 

“I’m, er, Abigail. Abigail Edgerton.”

The strange donkey woman extended a hand. “Maria Fischer. What do you do, Abigail Edgerton, when you aren’t being roped into helping a donkey-headed freak?”

Abigail found it hard not to stare awkwardly at the woman’s donkey head. “Well, I’m a student, actually. I’m hoping to be a professor one day. Of literature.”

“Really? A learned woman? That is impressive! If only I had my old connections!”

“You are the witch’s daughter, then! The one who was changed back in the fable?”

At this, the donkey woman brayed loudly. “Please, I wish! That’s Sofia, the damn bitch who went along with her mother’s plans and then - get this! - was rewarded after being turned back by becoming the huntsman’s royal wife! She takes him for all that he’s worth but because she’s got a large pair of tits and a cute smile she’s now the princess of the land! That idiot Hans even claimed he had ‘all he needed now’ and didn’t even bother getting the magical coat and bird’s heart back! Which would have been useful, given that there was still me stuck looking like a freak because I only got the leftover cabbages to change back!”

Abigail frowned. “Wait, then who are you?”

“Ughhh!” the woman brayed, her donkey ears shaking in irritation. “I’m the one everyone forgets about! I’m the goddamned maidservant!”

Abigail blushed red, holding a hand up to her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry sorry! I - I must confess, I didn’t even think! I guess the maidservant just isn’t, er, all that important to the fable.”

The maidservant Maria gestured to herself and made a grunting noise that was much like a humorous sound. 

“And hence why I am still like this. Once Hans had Sofia and I was left with a donkey head, they didn’t even bother tracking down the other cabbages that could turn me back. And once I did find the cabbage patch, it had regrown after a season and was no longer magical. You can imagine that my opinion of damn nobles decreased significantly after that particular betrayal. I served Sofia loyally for five years, ever since I was sixteen! Now, I’ve spent two years trying to recreate the magical cabbage formula. Blast it, if only I could get it right and turn back!”

“I’m sorry,” Abigail said.

“Don’t be,” Maria said. “Unless you’re a noblewoman yourself, what with your fancy education.”

“I’m sorta middle-class, I guess?”

“Ha! Merchant family, I suppose?”

“You could put it that way. Definitely not royalty.”

Maria nodded. “Then . . . you’re alright. I’m sorry I roped you into thieving with me. That farmer’s patch is the best source of cabbages for my experiments. I’m no alchemist or apothecary, but I was well-read, being the handmaiden to a witch’s daughter, so I’ve done my best to learn what I can about magic.”

Abigail perked up. “Do you know anything about travelling to different dimensions? My friends and I, we landed in this realm from another place very different from this one. Have you heard of this? Or of them?”

The donkey woman shrugged. “Been hearing that the Three Pigs have a Fourth Pig these days, a woman to take care of them all. Ha! Wish her luck cleaning up after that lot. And there were rumours of the Little Mermaid making a new friend. Puss in Boots got married recently, but that was to another cat like him, so I doubt it would be your kind. As for other dimensions, I know a little about such things, though less than I’d like. I’ve got a friend still inside the palace who lends me books. I could look into that for you, as thanks for helping me just now?”

“That would be very appreciated,” replied Abigail. “Look, you seem to be my best bet for getting back to where I belong, and maybe even tracking down my other friends. So how about this: I help you get your cure so you can be human again, and in return you help me return to my world? I was also studying chemistry, and I’m sure that would help!”

Maria’s donkey mouth gaped. Her ears twitched, and it took Abigail a moment to realise that it was from joy. She wiped her large, doleful eyes and then embraced Abby, and the blonde beauty could only return the hug.

She got the sense that this woman hadn’t felt such an embrace in a long time.

***

The town surrounding the castle was named Stralbruck, and it soon became Abigail’s new home. During the day, she could more easily walk around the town and get basic supplies and sell items for Maria, who made a small profit selling apothecary items. She also helped take extra cabbages, not to mention cover for Maria if the guards came by. Already, Maria had gotten her friend inside the castle library, a man named Schultz, to drop off a text on chemical interactions. Another text on other dimensions was coming. At night, they shared a bed, which was awkward for Abigail at first since the donkey woman brayed in her sleep, and also because at one point she woke up accidentally spooning the woman and finding herself weirdly aroused. The fact that Maria’s breast were rather sizeable and her rump rather lovely to press against didn’t help matters, but thankfully the donkey woman slept through this small embarrassment.

Two weeks on, Abigail made sure to send letters off to Bright Bear, wishing her the best for her growing cubs in her belly, and she took the time to read one that Bright had given to her. It brought tears to the woman’s eyes as the letter recounted all the ways Bright was thankful for Abby’s friendship, particularly when she came out to her, and again when she became a beargirl and Abigail stuck around.

“You will always be my best friend. Always.”

That was how the letter finished, and it made her tear up all over again, so much so that Maria fetched her a warm drink and gave her a handkerchief.

“Trust me, I’ve been there! I’ve put some solid walls up since, but I cried for a year after I never properly changed back. You cry all you want, Abigail. Just don’t get the tears on the cabbages. We don’t want any interference in our project, do we?”

That was very much Maria’s nature. The strange donkey woman had a gregarious nature to her, uncaring of how she came off, probably because of how the world had treated her for the last few years. She was clearly in pain, but she covered that pain with an oddball sense of humour and a can-do attitude that made Abigail actually admire her, particularly when the donkey-headed woman explained her experiments over the following week.

“So these ones I’ve tried infusing with the remaining leaves of the original cabbages I was able to find. This one, don’t eat that, it turns you into a pure donkey, but there are some medicines and rituals and even some old runes that promise to reverse magic. I just need to get it just so, that way I won’t have this bleeding donkey head and I’ll look like my beautiful self again!”

“What did you look like, before?” Abigail asked, deeply impressed by all of this.

The former maidservant brayed in good humour. “Oh, I was quite the looker! These days if I want to bag a man I have to put a hessian sack over my head and trust that these lovely tits of mine will draw him in - trust me, it’s worked more than once in this desperate town! - but I almost gave Sofia a run for her golden coin back when I was her servant. Maybe she convinced Hans not to change me fully back, or just not to care; I was always her competition, in her mind.”

“I’m sorry,” Abigail said. “But please tell me, what did you look like?”

At this, the donkey woman paused and bit her thick lip, her ears drooping. It was clear that she was struggling to talk earnestly.

“I was . . . I had black hair. Long and slightly curled. Someone once told me it looked like I had raven’s feathers for hair, and I loved that description, no matter how it was intended. I had blue eyes, only paler than yours. And my nose was longer too; proud, though. A proud nose. My two front teeth crossed over just a little, but it gave me character, I think. And . . . I had a lovely smile. I know I did. Not like now.”

“Wow,” Abigail said, sitting beside on the woman on the bed in her hidden basement home. “You sound very beautiful.”

“Oh, I could draw the boys in, alright!”

“What about girls?” Abigail joked.

The donkey-headed woman cocked her aforementioned large head. “Eh?”

“Sorry, I’m bisexual. I like boys and girls. More boys than girls, but I imagine I would have found you entrancing from that description.”

“Awww, look at you! I have a best new bud with such a compliment like that! I think we should celebrate this new partnership, especially since we successfully stole another batch from Johan today, and since that book on planar travel is coming to us in a few days. Let’s celebrate with a wine!”

Abigail perked up. “You have wine?”

An amused bray. “Like I said, I’ve got connections in the castle. Besides, I’m a donkey freak already, why not be a bit of a thief? C’mon, it’s in the cupboard to your left over there. I’ll get that latest Gepetto creation; the gramophone! Time for some sweet tunes for us toast our coming success to, partner!”

Abby laughed as she increasingly did in response to Maria’s offbeat sense of humour. The woman had a charisma that managed to override her donkey head and make her very fun to be around. Hell, sometimes Abby even found herself looking at the woman’s body below the neck and finding it quite a sight, not that she wanted to admit to the other woman; it would make things far too awkward! Still, she found herself excited to cut loose. As homey and warm as the Three Bears Cottage had ultimately proven to be, Abigail was young and beautiful and certainly popular back in her home realm. She had missed the opportunity to party and get a little silly despite her incredible intelligence. To let her hair down and have fun with a friend, particularly such an unusual yet deeply charismatic one! Abigail went into the next room and found the drawer on the left, taking what had to be the wine bottle from the top shelf. She returned with it and poured a glass out for herself and for Maria, just as the latter was getting the gramophone set up. Sure enough, some lovely and excitable string music began to play, and the two young women raised their glasses in excitement.

“Perfection!” Maria boasted. “I’d like to see some crummy witch’s daughter try that!”

“Damn right, girl!” Abby replied, before taking a sip of her wine. She paused, then took another sip, followed by another. “Wow, that’s got a sharp taste. But is this some kind of cabbage wine?”

“Shouldn’t be!”

“Um, it definitely tastes like cabbage. I mean, it tastes delicious somehow, but that is definitely cabbage, Maria.”

“It shouldn’t be,” the other woman said, before sniffing her glass. “Wait, that is cabbage. You grabbed the wine bottles from the bottom shelf, right?”

Abigail hesitated. “I - I took the bottle from the top shelf. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Oh, manure and mudpiles! I’m sorry, I don’t have a lot of space here, so I had my experimental bottles down below. Don’t drink any more!”

Abigail poured the wine down the nearby sink immediately, the one used for the experiments. She looked over at Maria. “This isn’t going to cause any side effects, is it?”

Maria gritted her large donkey teeth together. “It shouldn’t! I mean, I had that stuff written off as a bad batch.”

“Thank God. I mean, no offence, Maria, but I don’t think I’d like there to be two donkey - HEEE-HAAWWW!”

The gramophone continued to play, but both women fell silent as Abigail covered her mouth in shock. Had she just brayed like a donkey? Yes, she had! There was no denying it. 

“Um, maybe it just had a little kick at the end?” she suggested. “Just a little - HAAWWW!”

Abigail took a step back. Something was coursing through her, a power and series of pressures that seemed to emanate from her belly and then spread out to the tips of her fingers and toes, and the tip of her nose. 

And the tip of something else too, which left Abigail squirming, rubbing her thighs together as she struggled to contain the eerie sensations and hold the threat of transformation at bay.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned.

“Abigail? Are you okay?”

“I’m - NGNHHH!!”

Suddenly, the front of her dress positively ripped open as her genitals surged further, changing near-instantly so that her pussy closed over and a protuberance pushed forward, growing and growing rapidly until it was round and cylindrical and very pronounced. Abigail moaned, unable to keep the strange combination of discomfort and pleasure at bay, and her cries of passion only increased as a furry sheath grew between her thighs, one that quickly expanded with the growth of something round within it, followed by a second right beside it. 

“Ohhhhhh God!” she yelled, gripping her body and then the new protuberance which had erupted from her form. It was thick and weighty and fleshy, and something was seeping from its end; pearly white fluid that looked thick and sticky. The skin was dark and hairy, but as Abigail’s vision cleared she took in the object that had just grown from her, and realised that there was no denying what it was.

“Is that - did I just grow a dick!?”

“A donkey dick!” Maria added. “By all the lords and their useless swords! Abigail, which bottle did you just grab?”

“I - the one on the left! We have to fix this! I can’t have a big d-iiiighhh! UGHHH!! No! Fuck! I can f-feel other ch-changes as well!”

She still held her massive donkey penis in her hands, but her body began to change in other, equally dramatic ways. Her height suddenly rose, and her muscles grew. Her large breasts, a point of pride for the beautiful blonde, suddenly deflated like popped balloons, only for her chest to swell up again, only this time with a pair of hard pectoral muscles. Her shoulders widened, tearing apart her peasant dress, and while her hips thinned a little, her waist thickened dramatically, and her muscles likewise swelled as they grew strong.

“Maria! Find a cure! NOW!”

The donkey woman quickly ran to the lab room, but it was clear she had no idea what to do despite all her research. Abigail groaned as a tail pushed out from above her now-muscular rear, dark-grey furred and with a tuft of thick black hair upon its end.

“MARIA!”

“I - I don’t know what to do, Abigail! I’m bleeding trying though!”

“That’s not - HRUGH! - good enough!”

Nor was it fast enough. Abigail’s body was changing rapidly. Her blonde hair started to lose its colour, the dye falling away, and it turned darker as more hair sprung from her neck, forming something like a mane. More hair grew out from her skin, spreading rapidly across her body. It was brunette in colour, a lovely chestnut brown that nevertheless did not endear itself to Abigail. She groaned and brayed as it spread over her once-breasts, and then down between her thighs. Her clothing fell off of her form even as Maria returned with several leaves of cabbage.

“Try this!” she announced, shoving it into Abigail’s mouth.

“HRUNGH!” the woman brayed, chewing at it quickly. But it didn’t stop her teeth from becoming flat and enlarged, nor her face pushing forward into a slight muzzle.

“It didn’t w-work!” she exclaimed. “Hurry!”

“I told you, I’m trying! This was your stuff up! Oh, who am I kidding, my instructions were terrible!”

“OHhhh! Mhmm!”

Abigail’s penis was now very erect, fully pushing out from its sheath and leaving Maria startled at its size. Her body was practically naked but for a few shreds of clothing, but still she grew, gaining an incredibly strong musculature. Her ears pushed up to the top of her head, growing until they were long and pointed and somewhat floppy. Even Abigail’s voice was now a deep, manly bellow.

“I’m turning into a fucking male donkey here!” Abigail boomed in a brassy voice.

“You sound like one too!”

“Then f-fucking help me!”

In desperation, Maria returned with a cabbage drink. “Try this!” she declared. “It’s laced with a cocktail of female aphrodisiacs! It might help turn you back to female at least!”

Abigail grabbed the bottle from her, but nearly fumbled it due to how her hands had changed; she now had one less digit on each, and the tops of her fingers were black and hardened, like quasi-hooves. Her shoes tumbled away as she stepped back, her feet contracting and hardening also, until she really did have a pair of proper donkey feet! They clacked loudly upon the stone flooring, and it was only her positioning which saved her; she landed back against the wall, allowing her to remain standing.

“This better work!” Abby cried, before uncorking the bottle and then drinking it straight.

“If it doesn’t, you have permission to trample me to death with those hooves of yours, mister! I mean, miss! Blast it!”

But Abigail wasn’t even listening, and so couldn’t even find herself insulted. She was focused on trying to change herself back as she drank the concoction. Her eyebrows were hairier, her face now coated in fur, and she indeed had a small snout. Not a full donkey face, at least, but definitely enough to be a sort of anthro-donkey male, which was bad enough. The arousal was unbearable, her cock literally twitching in an utterly foreign fashion as she beheld the sight of Maria. Something about the woman was now intoxicating, and with every gulp the link grew stronger. A new form of magic sparked within the former woman, and she found her lust increased tenfold, a magical binding connecting the pair of them in a way that was so strong she wondered if it could ever be severed - she knew this just from the feel of it.

“Maria!” she said, now in an even greater panic, her new donkey cock growing even harder, throbbing even more. “I th-think that d-did something d-different instead!”

“Different h-how . . ? Oh . . .”

Maria licked her thick donkey lips as she stared at the enormous member currently straining with erection before her. Abigail had never felt so turned on before; that cabbage leaf had done something to her. The change had been partly pleasurable despite the shock and horror of it all, but this was altogether different. She could feel that magical connection, the power of the female pheromones linking her directly to the woman before her. She had always been bisexual, but now she felt a lust and desire to caress and lick this woman’s breasts, to feel her body, to scratch behind those tall ears and then finally mount her and breed her. It was impossible to resist.

“M-Maria, are you f-feeling something?” Abigail asked, voice low and powerful, her height now easily over six feet so that she loomed over the other woman, a perspective that only increased her libidinous needs.

“Bleeding hell, y-yeah,” the former maidservant said, breathing more heavily than before and tugging at the collar of her dress. “Are w-we connected or s-someting? I mean, I’ve always liked a roll in the h-hay but I feel like I r-really need that in me, right now, I mean.”

“And I n-need to put this into you! I think that last cabbage drink you gave me didn’t turn me back, it’s turned me straight towards you! It’s turning me on when I look at you! I - I fucking n-need you, Maria!”

To Be Continued . . .