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Sara’s POV
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Once again, I’d had to suffer through my brother public humiliating himself, and our family, by being transformed. If didn’t know better I would think that he enjoyed being changed. And poor Maedel must have been mortified seeing her (fingers crossed) future husband emasculated like that. I turned to see her smiling face. Her eyes seemed to flash like lightning.
“Do you guys trust me?” Maedel asked, looking as confident as ever.
I don’t even have to think about it. She surely had luck on her side and what kind of BFF would I be if I didn’t trust her?
“Of course!” I say and Connie nods her head enthusiastically making her pig ears flop back and forth comically.
Hazel thought for a second but nodded agreement, she may have been a jaded, tomboy version of me from the future but she still trusted our best friend Maedel.
Morgana the dumb monkey just nodded along, probably not understanding at all.
“Okay.” Maedel said with a glint in her eye and the look of a winner, “I bet these four! If you win you get to transform them.”
“What the hell, Maedel?” Hazel roared.
“But I’m getting used to being a pig,” Connie claimed though she hadn’t stopped complaining about her “pigdicament” since she was turned.
“Trust me,” Maedel smiled, looking totally carefree. We acquiesced with only a little grumbling from Hazel.
“It’s settled. If you win I’ll pay four times the winnings!” Saltlick Sam agreed, tipping his wide-brimmed leather hat as a kind of salute.
Maedel bet everything we had left on the first hand – she didn’t even have a single pair let alone four matching cards!
“Hard luck, young lady,” Sam said, slightly puzzled and feeling guilty, “Maybe next time learn the rules first?”
“Oh well,” Maedel shrugged and laughed, not seeming the least bit guilty, “guess I proved I’m not lucky!”
“What’s going on? Did we lose?” Connie asked since she was unable to see the table from her position on all fours.
“Why the heck didn’t you fold?” Hazel said. She was now so furious I could almost see the air set aflame around her.
“Do you still want them to become cows, sir,” the croupier asked Sam who simply replied “Yessiree.”
“Maedel youOOO bitch! MOOOO Muh-MOOOO,” Hazel lowed lunging at the elf but falling to her hands instead which quickly became hooves, the croupier deciding to speed up her changes to prevent anymore outbursts. She clopped her hooves and snorted in annoyance, her ruined clothes resting on her back. Soon she was fully a cow and I couldn’t help but feel that it suited a boorish brute such as her.
I, on the other hand, certainly did not deserve this fate.
“MOOdel!” I tried to pronounce my friend’s name, “I thought we were BFF’s?”
“Oh my gods, I can’t believe you still use that phrase,” she laughed and patted me condescendingly on the head, “We are still besties, even if you are becoming a Bessie.” She snickered again before looking me in the eye and saying “Just trust me.”
Her words did nothing to comfort me as my pretty dress tore leaving me nude in public! My proud, magically enhanced bosom blossomed into a burgeoning blob of an udder that sank beneath my belly. I’d swelled up into quite the fat cow by now and reluctantly fell to all fours to relieve my legs of my new weight. If cows had ankles I’m sure my expansive udder would be hanging right down to them.
Connie’s snorts and squeals of protest soon became the mooes of a cow as she increased in size morphing quickly from pig to cow. Her numerous teats bunching up between her legs to form her own large, fat udder – the only part of her that remained a porcine pink hue. She seemed to keep her piggy fat, becoming the chubbiest of us cows.
Morgana the small monkey exploded in size, her brown fur lightening to a reddish color. The crowd were forced to make way as the monkey that had sat below their knees suddenly grew into a large brown heifer.
With a loud moo my face stretched into a cows head and I joined my “sisters” as a cow. Looking each other over it was clear that Hazel and I were identical even as cows. It would be impossible to tell us apart. We stood there in shock, only moments ago we’d been beautiful women! Well, two of us had... well, maybe just me. Now we had little to no identifying features that spoke of our lost humanity!
“So Sam,” Maedel turned from the spectacle of her friends transforming into dumb beasts, “I’ve got four more cows here. Three of which are Princess’s. I bet there’s an awful lot of profit to be made selling Princess milk in this town. Including Prince… well, PRINCESS Andrew, that’s 4 Royal milkers. How’s about I loan you my cows for two weeks and we split the profits 50/50?”
Her cows? I was a Princess not property!
The croupier looked us over with a Regal Glass, a device that detects royalty, and announced, “They are indeed Princesses, sir.”
“You’re a shrewd business woman, young lady but I like it.” Sam said, “You got yerself a deal! You plan this from the start?”
“You betcha butt I did!” Maedel said, giddily.
“Did ya know Royal Milk sells for one thousand a bottle?” Sam enquired.
“I had a hunch” Maedel shrugged.
Sam laughed heartily and said, “That’s quite a gambit! Come on, partner. Let me get you a drink to celebrate!”
We watched Maedel and Sam head off to the bar as several peacock girls arrived to collar us and lead us through the busy casino to the barn like some kind of parade. Several of the guests patted us out of sympathy or amusement, saying “hardluck, girls!”
“This has to be a record, right?” one of our ‘guides’ said and another agreed. Before we knew it we’d been lined up with Andrew as a small gnome placed some strange device on a tripod in front of us. The peacock girls did their best poses, one even pretending to milk me! With a bright flash and whir a large piece of paper popped from the gnomes device and he held it for us to see – he’d taken a picture of us for posterity! Before long it was framed and placed prominently in the lobby so that even after we’d left we’d be a permanent fixture and source of amusement – “The five heifers from the West Kingdom!” Thank the gods they didn’t know our names!