You were still afraid of what might happen, when you felt a light pull all over your body, causing you to sigh in relief.
'It looks like i just reversed the targets.' You stopped resisting the spell and the pulling quickly became stronger.
'Me going to her also works, i just need to sever the connection once i arrive... if that is possible.'
The pulling quickly became stronger since you had stopped resisting the spell,
and it only took three seconds until you felt yourself being flung forwards, moving through space fast enough to arrive in seconds.
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It was hard, but you finally accepted what happened.
You were trapped.
There was no way to escape. No way to turn back. No hope of rescue.
You would spend the rest of your life as a cow, which would likely be very, very long, as you were no normal cow.
'If i don't want to go insane, then the only thing i can really do is to accept this.' You had given up and simply followed as the rope was tugged.
'But how can someone adjust to being a cow? To living as one? Wouldn't the boredom and monotony be enough to drive me insane?'
The shock of the situation had made you disscotiate and lead you to occupy yourself with thoughts of the long-term,
rather than what was about to happen. 'Is there something i can use to kill time? Stay sane? Maybe i can construct magic formul-'
"MOOOOOOO!" The sudden penetration finally brought you back to the situation.
You were internally burning in shame. 'Ugh, i-i suppose i'll have to get used to making those-' "Mooo!" '...those sounds.'
The bull thrust into you quickly and eagerly enough to make you think he was in a rut.
'W-why does it feel so good to mate with him? Wait, mate? Did the shape of my soul influence me?'
Every thrust felt better than the last, as if your body was responding to the bull. 'Even the smell is starting to make me horny...'
And that was enough for you to make your choice. 'If this is what my life will be like, then i'll just have to enjoy it. So what if the shape of my soul is affecting me? Its not like i can do anything about it, and it will probably make living like this easier.'
You thrust back against the bull, making a spike of pleasure shoot through you. "Mooo!"
'Mmmf! Maybe this isn't so bad? I can eat, sleep, and fuck whenever i want... and i'll be treated better if i become more important to them.
At least slowly increasing my milk output over time should be possible with the tiny amount of mana i can store.
I'll become valuable enough that they can't imagine living without me! If i can't be a queen, then i'll make them treat me like one!'
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And, seconds after your cow-self had made becoming particularly valuable cattle her life goal, you arrived.
Except you didn't arrive next to her like you excpected.
The spell had slung you into her, merging the both of you and reassembling your soul.
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And your soul slotted back into hers, in the exact spot it had been cut away from.
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Your thoughts mixed with her thoughts as you souls came together.
The fear of being abandoned and trapped, the pleasure and humiliation from getting rutted by a bull, and a radical shift in world views and goals all came rushing in, dazing you. Which one were you? The elf? Or maybe the - cow? No, your soul was one again.
You had reattached to the main part of your soul, or rather - there was no 'main part' anymore, both of you - were one again.
But you were confused, the glamour was still there, so did that mean you were still trapped? Was your goal still the same?
You were no longer a - cow, you were just in the cow part's body. - Your body? - You couldn't sever the connection. - Did you still have to stay?
--'What do i do?'--
What you hadn't noticed yet was that, beneath the glamour, your bodies had merged, combining into an anthropomorphic cow.
Fur covered your body and your piercings had fallen off during the transformation, getting buried in the straw covering the floor.
Your body didn't look like the one either part of you had been in before.
In fact, the only thing that could potentially be used to identify you were the handles that were replacing your horns.
You looked like a beastfolk woman and your soul reflected that fact.
And getting rutted by a massive bull didn't help your confused mind make sense of the situation at all.