Comm46 - The Peasants’ New Farm Animals

[Sequel to Princesses to Peasants. Contains anthro chicken, insect, and snail TF, identity death, and reality warp]

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“Hmmm… The trail of aetheric disruption ends in a concentrated location just ahead of us.” Princess Zelda scratched her chin with a soft gloved hand.

“Scans aren’t picking up anything anomalous.” Samus Aran declared from inside her hulking power armour.

“Are you sure you sense something off, Zelda? I really think we should just head back…” Pauline insisted.

“Yes, I am quite positive. Even without sensing anything, do you not find it odd that three contestant spots remain permanently unfilled despite all the applicants desiring to become fighters?” Zelda asked as she continued to dowse for the subtle aetheric disruption.

“Yeah, well… Those spots have always been empty. It’s just how it is with smash tournaments.” Pauline found her head go a bit fuzzy when trying to focus on the hole in reality left behind when Peach, Daisy, and Rosalina’s (now Penny, Darla, and Ruth’s) realities were warped.

“But finding out why such has always been the case is what we’re doing.” Zelda replied. “What say you, Samus?”

“If I hadn’t seen your ‘magic’ first-hand in combat, I wouldn’t trust your supernatural senses enough to be here.” The bounty hunter stated monotonously as she finished up another round of scans. “By all technologically detectable accounts, this woodland is completely unremarkable.” Tired of relying on her suit, Samus removed her helmet so she could make a plain visual inspection of their surroundings.

Only a minute later, the trees cleared revealing a tiny village to the trio of women. Three muddy huts were built near each other, with a chicken coop, a field of crops, and a barn also visible nearby.

“This is it! This is the epicenter!” Zelda ran to the middle of town, right by an inconspicuous mound of earth that had been flattened off and topped by a shoddy tablecloth - little did she or anyone else know that a cursed treasure hoard lay buried within. The princess of Hyrule closed her eyes and channeled her focus singularly on the existential abnormality. “I… I cannot… Nnng!” After a moment, her focus snapped and she was left holding her head as she attempted to catch her breath. “It is here, all around us…”

“Well howdy there, strangers!” A somehow vaguely familiar voice called out from near the middle hut. “Can’t remember the last time we gots ourselves trav’lers ‘round here.” The unkempt peasant woman then turned and raised her voice to a shout. “Penny! Ruth! Get yer sorry arses over here, we gots trav’lers!!” She then ran back to her hut in a hurry.

In barely a moment, two more curvy women who almost looked as though they had rolled around in the mud appeared from somewhere behind the other two huts; one in bluish grey rags held a bucket while the other in reddish grey rags carried a hand-woven basket, both of whom eagerly rushed up to their new guests.

One of the bluish-grey-clothed peasant’s hefty tiddies slid free from her raggedy garments, but she seemingly didn’t care; only once she reached the town center did she haphazardly shove her exposed breast back under her cothes.

“Hiya! Care to trade fer some fresh-laid eggs?” The one with a basket offered.

“Penny, where’re yer manners!” The other woman scolded, then turned to the travellers. “Hi there, ladies! My name’s Ruth!” She gave a simple wave, then raised her bucket full of white liquid up. “Want some o’ my darlin’ Moo Moo’s milk? Straight from the udder this mornin’!” Ruth patted the simple bucket.

“O-oh… No thank you…” Zelda squeaked.

“Well, I’ll buy some.” Pauline feigned enthusiasm to be polite, retrieving some coins from her purse of arbitrary interior volume. “How much?”

“Huh? What’n tarnation is that?” Penny gawked.

Darla, meanwhile, was rushing forward with a wheelbarrow full of potatoes. “Taters! Nice, tasty taters! Open fer trade! …What the…” She cocked her head when she caught sight of Pauline’s gold coins.

“Coins… You know, currency? Money?” The three peasants simply shared confused glances. “Surely you jest…” Pauline gasped.

“We don’t have time for this.” Samus stated flatly. “Citizens, may we investigate the area for potential dangers without interference?”

“We ain’t no ‘city’s hens,’ but sure thing.” Penny replied.

“Thank you.” Samus turned to her fellow smash fighters. “Split up and search a wider area.”

Before Pauline had time to protest, Samus had already marched off toward Penny’s abode. “Ughhh… I suppose I’ll take over here…” She reluctantly headed to Ruth’s barn, leaving Zelda alone with the three eager farmers.

“Are ya sure y’don’t want any taters? Mash ‘em up good n’ they’re tastier than anythin’!” Darla prompted again.

“Perhaps later, thank you…” Zelda smiled forcibly before heading toward the field of potatoes.

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“Atmospheric Temperature: 294.57 kelvin. Atmospheric Pressure: 1009.73 hPa. Anomalous Radiation: Not Present. Groundwater Potential of Hydrogen: 6.89”

Samus’ varia suit continued to read environmental measurements in a flat, mechanical-sounding voice. If there really was something abnormal occurring here, science seemingly couldn't help her.

With a sigh, the bounty hunter issued an order to her suit. “Disengage scans, dematerialise, and stand by.” Samus was freed from her hulking set of armour and was left in just her sleek, shiny zero suit. “Ahhhh…” With a stretch, the tall, muscular lady breathed deep of the clean rural air.

Now that her ears were unobstructed and free of scan reports, Samus heard a faint clucking sound that garnered her attention. It didn’t take her long to reach the sound’s source: a fenced-off area surrounding a shoddily-constructed henhouse, populated by a brood of chickens.

The bounty hunter’s chozo genes - in tandem with unseen reality-warping magic - elicited protective, familial urges she’d never before experienced. All she could think of in that moment was hopping the fence and approaching the nesting farm animals.

“F-family?” She muttered to herself without realising. “M-my… family?”

Once her legs had taken her into the hen’s pasture, she located the nearest hen and almost hypnotically walked towards it.

“Bawk?” The chicken cocked its head to the side as it watched the approaching woman.

Without saying a word, Samus dropped to her knees before the unflinching hen. Reaching out a blue-gloved hand, she let the bird approach and gently nudge against her. The feeling gave her chills, and goosebumps shot down her arms; it did not register as odd to her that she could see her goosebumps through her zero suit.

“Hey little hen… Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” Samus cooed, gently petting the chicken’s little head. “It’ll be alright… Mwah~” She blew a kiss at the hen, which made her lips start to tingle.

As Samus continued to sooth her new bird friend, more hens and little chicks began to gather nearby - almost as if they could sense her looming transformation.

The squeaking and creaking of her taut, stretching zero suit was clearly audible as Samus’ thighs, ass, and breasts began to inflate - but despite their volume, she subconsciously dismissed such sounds. The mostly-human woman's legs painlessly cracked and snapped as her knee joints were inverted. With yet more creaking, Samus’ boots contorted and fused to her feet; three prehistoric-looking talons formed at the front of each foot, while her high heels morphed to become the rear-facing fourth digits. The lustrous blue sheen of her zero suit faded into tough orange scales that stopped just below her knees.

“Nnng… b-bawk bawk… I-I mean, um…” Samus’ thoughts grew viscous and slow, ever more difficult to process and comprehend. Thinking may have been tough, but being surrounded by her family put her heart at ease - it gave her a comfortimg sense of belonging. “I muft… focuth…” Her decreasing ability to speak came as her lips puffed up and reshaped into a unique, plump round beak. “B-bawk… birbs… coo… Nnng…”

Samus held a softer-than-expected hand to her head. Light blue feathers were forming up and down her arms, which were rapidly flattening into a shape fit for a pair of wings. Still, though, she did not question her changes; in fact, they were even beginning to feel natural.

“Bawk bawk bawk… mmm seeds… hungwy… bawk bawk…” Instinctively bending forward to peck the ground for seeds, she struggled to bring her body upright again due to the rapidly growing weight of her boobs.

By now, the whole brood of chickens had wandered over to their soon-to-be broodmate. Each beautiful hen rubbed its body against Samus’ thin, chickeny lower legs as if to claim her as their own.

What remained of Samus’ zero suit vanished into nonexistence, leaving her plump new figure completely exposed. With a groan, her spine reshaped itself under the weight of her giant breasts, which were nearly large enough to touch the ground.

Finally, her mind toppled over the brink of corruption and her reality-rewrite reached its final stage. Gone was the fearsome bounty hunter Samus Aran; here to stay was Henna, the protective, somewhat anthropomorphic mother hen lovingly named by her owner Penny.

“Bawk bawk bawk…” Henna clucked softly, until her feathers suddenly stood on edge. “Bawkaw?”

From the bushes leapt a red fox that charged towards a nearby hen!

“Bawkawk bawkawk!” Henna shrieked, warning her family of danger and ordering them to return to the henhouse. She then rushed to the aid of the targeted hen, fearlessly standing off against the intruder.

“Bawkaawwwk!!” letting out a fierce battle cry, Henna spread her shiny blue-feathered wings to make herself appear even larger than she already was.

“Yip yip, yip yip!” The fox halted in its tracks and frantically turned-tail to flee. Henna pursued it until it reached the poorly-maintained fence, where it slid under an opening and ran away.

Once the intruder had been chased off, the blonde, human-like chicken returned to the henhouse. With all family members accounted for, she breathed a cluck of relief. Henna sat in her nest - which was at least four times larger than all the others - and basked in the joy of being with her lovely chicken brood.

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“Potatoes… potatoes… more potatoes…” Zelda sighed in frustration. “I was so close, but now I am struggling to sense aught of note…”

With a rumbling stomach, Hyrule’s rather fed-up princess uncharacteristically slumped to the ground. By now, the midday sun was beating down and she was getting too warm in her stuffy, formal dress to care about her decorum. Piece by piece, she undressed out in the middle of a farmer’s field.

Off with her silky gloves, away with her pumps and stockings, gone was her crown, and finally, goodbye heavy dress. Zelda was left in just her frilly pink smallclothes, rewarding her with a small sense of freedom.

A fleeting thought questioned why she was suddenly - for the first time in her life - acting so uncouth. Her mind was quickly pulled away from such musings, however, by a wonderfully sweet floral fragrance being carried on the wind.

As if on instinct, Zelda stood up and followed the scent to its source: a nearby patch of wildflowers growing next to the potato field.

Along the way, the nearly-naked lady found that her undergarments would occasionally slip down a bit. She idly adjusted them and thought nothing of it until finally, with her flowers in sight, her panties dropped to her ankles causing her to trip and fall. Getting back to her feet was suddenly a challenge as her arms’ and legs’ muscle mass faded away, but she eventually managed.

“Nnng, wh-what’zzz happening?” Zelda held a hand to her head as the beguiling smell of sweet pollen gripped her thoughts.

Her fingers melted together as her hands became no more than pointy, featureless feet akin to those of an insect. The princess tried to lift her panties back around her waist, but it was futile with her useless new limbs; as she did so, she noticed her once-human feet had become just like the feet where her hands used to be.

“B-but thizzz izzzn’t right! Nnng, zzzo hard to zzzzthink… p-pollinate…”

Soon, Zelda’s bra fell when it too was no longer able to cling to her changing body. When she tried to take a step, she found her thinning legs incapable of supporting her, so she tumbled back down again. This time, however, her fall was padded by silky pink fabric.

“Nnng… huh? Whuh?” Only then did Hyrule’s monarch realise she had been shrinking. Her whole body fit snugly inside her now comparatively-massive panties! When she was about the size of a small bird, she finally ceased shrinking.

“Whazzz hapheming to m-meee??” Zelda’s lips were puffing up and her face was reforming into a long snoot. Her eye sockets were shifting such that each eye no longer faced forward, instead facing out from the sides of her head.

Sudden pressure mounted in her hips and just below her shoulders as four new appendages poked out from her body. Meanwhile, her breasts grew from little bumps to plump little orbs - massive in comparison to the rest of her puny body.

“B-buzzzz… p-pollinate… zzzweet fwowerzzz…” Such was the final thing she could speak before her face became too inhuman to form words.

A gentle, ambient buzz took her voice's place, though, as paper-thin wings had sprouted from her back and begun to idly flap. Zelda’s third set of identical insect limbs had also finished growing, leaving one remaining aspect to complete her transformation; her ass rapidly enlarged, her glutes becoming a plump abdomen as her upper body fit its new role as a thorax.

‘Flowers… Pollinate… Buzz…’ Finally, the last of her former identity was expunged from reality. Princess Zelda was now just Buzzy, a peculiar insect-like creature who helped pollinate the local tater plants and wildflowers.

Like the good lil bug she always had been, Buzzy flew off and got to work pollinating.

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“One single cow? That’s it? In a field this big?” Pauline scoffed dismissively at the state of Ruth’s pasture. “There aren’t even any fences! And look how long this grass is!”

Moo Moo, as the simple peasant woman from earlier had called her cow, was wandering around as it idly grazed on lush, delicious grass. Pauline figured it must be lonely, being the only one here… But she soon pushed that thought out of her head.

“Tch, I’m fed up with these distractions, I have work to do! I… I have to… hmmm…” She realised she couldn’t remember why she was there. “I can’t think… this pasture doesn’t fit regulations, r-right? Maybe I’ll remember if I bring this field up to code… rrrright?” Pauline’s thoughts suddenly felt stickier and more sluggish. Rushing through her ideas was becoming increasingly futile. “Grass… long… Nnng, h-hungry…”

Without thinking twice, New Donk City’s mayor dropped to her hands and knees, leaned forward, and began grazing just like Moo Moo. After a while of snacking, Pauline had had enough and decided to get back to her feet; an impossible task now that her legs and feet had stuck together!

“Huhhh? B-but… Nnng…”

Try as she might, Pauline couldn’t stand up. Her entire lower body had fused into one long, squishy form, and it was only getting longer and longer. Moreover, the skin of her new lower body was beginning to secrete a sticky, slimy ooze!

“Nnng… Looking for… something…? Can’t look… Stuck… Too slowww…”

The mayor’s sparkly red dress suddenly felt tight, then split straight down the front; her rather petit glutes were inflating to new proportions, and were pulling the glittery fabric back to become Pauline’s new shell. Her dress morphed and expanded into a giant, swirly snail shell lodged between her pair of sizable buttcheeks.

“P-pressure… eyes… b-bursting!!”

Before her slow mind could begin to process her existing changes, the woman’s eyes pushed out of her head and lengthened into prehensile, tentacle-like eyestalks! As this happened, a smaller little tentacle grew on each side of Pauline’s mouth to replace her nose as snaily new olfactory organs.

“Sssooo… haaard… tooo… thiiiink…! Nnng…!!” Speaking had grown too difficult as well, leaving her unable to make anything but squishy, squelchy sounds.

As she tried to feel her new face, Pauline noticed that her hands had disappeared; her arms shrank back a bit and lost their rigidity, becoming slimy little tentacles as well.

Lastly, her body grew pair after pair of new boobs! Her original pair swelled as a new one appeared underneath, this time with mouths instead of nipples. Under that pair grew a normal pair of breasts with nipples, then under that pair grew another with mouths. This alternating pattern continued for dozens of pairs of big, sensitive, slimy tiddies all down the length of her body, completing her odd snaily conversion.

Pauline was now Shelly the snail!

Not long later, Moo Moo wandered up to Shelly and gave her a friendly nuzzle. The pair were best friends, after all!

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“Now where did that trav’ler get off to? Where did-” Ruth wandered around the field searching for the visitor in her pasture, but the instant she laid eyes on the snail, the rest of reality snapped into its new state: Samus, Zelda, and Pauline had never existed; Henna, Buzzy, and Shelly had always lived in the inexplicable peasant village as farm animals! “-Shelly! Moo Moo! There ya are!”

The somewhat anthropomorphic gastropod slowly turned her eyestalks to view her approaching farmer, then made a contented little squelchy sound. Moo Moo let out a happy moo, as well.

“Awww, such good girls! Yes you are, Shelly! Yes you are, Moo Moo!” Ruth pet her giant, cow-sized snail’s sparkly red shell, then pet her bovine’s big boopable snoot. “C’mon, Moo Moo, it’s milkin’ time! And Shelly, ya better start back now cuz once ya reach the barn, it’ll be feedin’ time!”

“Moo, moo!” Moo Moo moo’d happily as it followed Ruth back home.

Shelly slowly turned to face the others, then began her leisurely trip back too.

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Later that evening, the trio of peasants gathered at their village center as they did every day; Ruth brought her milk, Darla brought some potatoes, and Penny brought a basket of eggs.

“My lil’ Buzzy is just the sweetest darlin’!” Darla boasted proudly, holding up a very large potato. “She helps make the taters grow big n’ strong!”

“Not as sweet as my Henna!” Penny countered. “She fended off a big bad wolf all by her lonesome! She helps protect my lil chickies so good!”

“I still think Shelly’s the best!” Ruth added. “She’s such a good friend to my lil Moo Moo! She keeps her warm when it’s cold out, n’ cools her off with slime when it’s hot. They’re best buds!”

“My Henna is also a great friend to all my lil babies! More’s better!” Penny said defensively.

“But even without Henna, your chick’ns would still have each other. Moo Moo doesn’t have a flock to keep ‘er company!” Ruth insisted.

“Buzzy don’t need none else to do her job! She helps more than just the taters grow, too!”

As the three women bickered amongst themselves, the pile of burried gold grew larger. Hidden under the makeshift table, the source of the reality warp lay dormant in its treasure chest. If any of the six transformed women touched even a single piece of loot, reality would repair itself and they’d all return to the lives they never had. However, all three peasants had already forgotten they’d covered the treasure chest over to use as their village table, and it was all but impossible for the new farm animals to even get near the cursed gold.

Life in the little village continued, as normal.