Arina-Artemis @arina_artemis@awoo.space

This thought brought you comfort. You were still you, just an animal. Not as intellectually gifted as usual, sure, but that wasn't really important. Not when you had your witchy friends spoiling you and other critters to have fun and play with.

And yet, despite it, you never felt like you lost yourself. You were still you. Shy when it came to new acquaintances, but affectionate and talkative when you opened up. Respective of the rules but curious and inquisitive. And, truth be told, more than a little lazy — one of the reasons you ended up on a farm in the first place.

You were quite keenly aware of how much of your mind was removed, or simplified. Pruned, so to speak, to fit your new form. You used to be good at math, and now even the concept of an abstraction didn't fit into your mind. Letters looked like squiggles, and even understanding human words required effort. When your friend was talking to you, you often found it easier to just drift off and take in their mood and tone.

Life as an animal on your witchy friend's farm was an interesting excursion. Between warm hay to sleep on, good feed, lots of space to run around and company of other animals, you had all the creature comforts your new form desired.
And it did leave surprisingly lots of time for introspection.

Apparently tomorrow is full moon.
Maybe that's why I'm having major critter moods...

‪The trope of “walking towards a river/lake on all fours and seeing your animalistic muzzle in the reflection” but joyous and affirming instead of horrifying. ‬

You ever just wanted to transform into a critter in the hands of your beloved, your voice cracking into animalistic cries as they pet your growing muzzle, stroking your body as it quickly grew fur and reconfigured itself?..

"All your life you have been pretending, hidden in this flimsy human shell, too shy and scared to let your desires out."
"But now, you are in MY power, and I will ALLOW these charades no longer."

Side effects may include lust, wrath, gluttony, sloth, greed, envy, pride, horn growth, hoof formation, general growth, general humanity erosion.

Massively musclefat smelly centaur workhorses.

An affini, looking at a small gaggle of donkey-modded sophonts pulling carts: "This does NOT help the "working prisoners in mines" propaganda..."

I like how in the Korps "pre-transition" can mean anything up to and including "before I grew six extra inches and boobs the size of beanbags".

Sleep well!