“Ah, another fallen warrior has come,” a melodious voice tinkled through the courtyard. “Fallen, yet your heart is not defeated. Good. I will make sure you turn out lovely, young one.”
Before your astonished eyes, a tall, impossibly beautiful woman stepped out of thin air, her form radiating an ethereal glow. Her ears, long and pointed, emerged from her curtain of pale blue hair to reach almost the height of her scalp and a faint shimmering behind her suggested a large pair of butterfly wings far larger than any butterfly you had ever seen. A fairy? But weren’t fairies supposed to be really small, or was that only some types of fairies? She was clearly not human, even if she was a lot closer in resemblance than anything else you had seen here so far, yourself included.
Meanwhile, a long dress of some kind of translucent material covered her, still allowing one to make out the shape of her long legs, her willowy form, and even the perfect swell of her breasts. Judging her height proved difficult, as if your eyes had a hard time fitting her into the setting. Could she be some kind of illusion? A magical projection? Whatever the case, she exuded a sense of tallness that made the seated Zarsh look tiny by comparison.
Gazing down at him with vivid pink colored eyes, she smiled with gentle warmth. “Now, embrace your future, my daughter.”
Without a word, Zarsh closed his eyes and lifted his face as the surrounding foliage and fungi let out sparks that converged on him in a blinding cloud. You had to avert your gaze just as the lights engulfed him. Then, a shockwave rippled over the crowd, and the light was gone. Blinking spots from your vision, you looked back. The woman had vanished, and there on the stretcher sat a new female.
As the woman had promised, she was lovely, small and feminine in every way. Even from your angle, you could see that her breasts rivaled yours in size and perkiness. Her torso also possessed a slimmer waist that contrasted nicely with her wide hips and posterior. Unlike yourself, nobody would take her for a warrioress, though appearances could be deceiving. The broad bluntness of her old muzzle had been replaced by a shorter, more delicate snout, and her eyes shone in a brilliant amber color beneath her softer eye-ridges. Slowly, she stood up, her slender tail the only thing keeping her oversized loincloth from slipping off. Although she kept glancing down at her chest, she kept her thin arms stiffly at her sides.
Turning around, she glared at her stunned audience who wasted no time viewing her uncovered assets. “Well? What are you lot gawking at!?” She yelled in a clear, musical tone. “Someone get over here and assist me! The rest of you go home. The spectacle is over.”
Instantly, several of the females present rushed forward, new garments and sewing tools in hand. Soon, you lost sight of Zarsh in a flurry of activity while the others filed out and headed home. You stuck around, unsure of what to do and still captivated by the shining oasis around you. For a while, you milled around, inhaling the pleasant fragrances around you and running your fingers over each silky blossom.
“Small tail!”
Zarsh’s voice made you jump, and you turned to find her standing just behind you. You could see that her loincloth had been trimmed and incorporated into a longer skirt, and a furred bra now held in her breasts much like your own. She was still taller than you, though not by as much as previously, and while her limbs showed some decent contours, she did not quite have the same imposing musculature she once had as a male. Despite being weaker in frame, she stood straight and imperious as any queen, her eyes boring into yours.
“Y-Yes?” You asked.