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These are the four short stories which won the previous poll, hope you enjoy them!

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Cynthia Panties TF

“How does it feel, Miss champion? You liked my ass sweat?” Carla teased while sitting on a porcelain toilet. If someone were to see her, they could get the impression the girl was insane for talking to herself like that, but they couldn’t be farther from the truth. She was, in fact, speaking to her new companion.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen…” The girl mocked the panties that were currently suspended mid-air between her ankles, forced to listen to the sounds of their owner shitting into the bowl. The lingerie wasn’t a normal pair, however, far from it. The undies used to be none other than the champion of the Sinnoh region, Cynthia. A champion that, while certainly powerful, pissed off the wrong trainer, resulting in her current situation. And the worst thing? She didn’t even do anything wrong! It wasn’t her fault that she was this strong! She beat this girl, fair and square, even gave her some tips to improve and she gets turned into knickers?! This couldn’t be happening! She was supposed to be the strongest trainer in the region, yet there she was, hugging the ass of some C-tier trainer for the last hour! Well… to be fair, she wasn’t hugging it at this very moment… which she was grateful for, seeing as she’d be full of piss and shit otherwise, but it was still humiliating!

“...Silence. I guess that’s on me for asking a piece of silent cloth… not that I mind, of course, I much prefer you like this - nice and quiet. I can only imagine how many trainers’ self-esteem you ruined with your overpowered team and half-assed advice, but thanks to me, nobody has to worry about a thing anymore!” Carla monologued to herself as she stood up and put her panties and skirt back on, finally done with her business.

“Well, I guess that’s where our paths separate. I’d love to torture you some more, but… I’ll be honest, black and yellow aren’t really my colors, sorry luv!” With a grin, the trainer snapped her fingers, as the new pair of panties disappeared, instantly replaced by a common, white one she wore prior.

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In an instant, Cynthia’s surroundings underwent a 180. Gone was the fleshy feeling of legs and the skirt which obscured the upper half of her vision, but she wouldn’t necessarily call her new location an improvement. With Carla, she at the very least was treated as someone who used to be human, but now? She was stuck dangling from a clothes hanger with a price tag attached! Was this her life now? In a matter of hours, she went from one of the top trainers in the whole world to a random scrap of clothes, not unlike hundreds of others in the underwear aisle of some random clothing shop. Lost in thought, the woman didn’t realize that she was being eyed by one of the many customers present, but did it really matter? Even if she could see her coming, it’s not like she could do anything to fight against the blue-haired girl she was about to be bought and promptly put on by. It seemed like Cynthia was going to see the journey of a trainer from a completely new perspective...

Mona Swimsuit TF

“Oh, is this for me?” Lumine’s eyes lit up upon entering her home. She was supposed to go and visit one of the many beautiful beaches of Mondstadt along with her girlfriend, Mona, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. What could be, however, was a beautiful, red-and-blue bikini laid atop the traveler’s bed. Was this a gift from the water mage? She did mention not having any swimwear, seeing as she didn’t really have any need for a set beforehand… but knowing Mona’s stinginess, the blonde had her doubts about this gift, ones the astrologer was hoping she’d act upon, otherwise she was going to be stuck this way!

In truth, the swimsuit laying on top of the bedsheets was none other than Mona herself. What Lumine thought was in fact, partly correct - she did mean to save some mora by creating a bikini using magic instead of buying one like a normal person, but then again, the girl was far from normal. Unfortunately, the ritual had backfired, and while it did create an admittedly nice-looking piece of swimwear, it was at the cost of the astrologer’s human form.

L-Lumine! Thank goodness! I thought nobody would find me… wait, what are you doing?

Sadly, the traveler was unable to deduce any of that, and so, she decided to try out the “gift” while no one was looking, and, sure enough, it fit like a glove! Well… maybe it was a bit tight around the ass area, but it wasn’t bad enough to pay it any mind.

Although, there was someone who did, but the blonde was painfully unaware of that fact. The girl waited a while for her girlfriend to come home so that they can leave, but as time went on, it became more and more apparent that Mona wasn’t going to show. Hearing the disappointment in Lumine’s voice was heartbreaking, especially since the girls were, ironically, closer together than possibly ever before. The mage wanted to cry out and reassure her new owner, but she had no way to. That, and she was already quite occupied with how to deal with the absurd mix of pain and pleasure being worn entailed. Lumine moved around the house doing various tasks to kill time, ranging from messily eating her lunch or laying on the couch and crushing the lower half of Mona in the process until she finally gave up and put on her usual attire atop the swimsuit. It did sting a bit, being ghosted like that, but the girl was sure that Mona had a good reason for not coming, perhaps she got an especially needy client?

“She’s not here, but I might as well go to the beach with Paimon… no point in wasting a perfectly good vacation day…” The traveler mused as she closed the door while leaving, an action that filled her bikini with incomprehensible amounts of dread. One could call it a grim twist of fate considering the once-human’s magic affinity, seeing as being submerged in water made the otherwise day-long change permanent. All Mona could hope for was that her girlfriend preferred sunbathing over anything else…

Artoria Horse TF

The King of Britain sighed at her own reflection. Or… well, she tried to, at the very least. For the time being, all she could do was neigh and whinny. As it were, the proud Saber found herself in a rather unfortunate scenario, courtesy of a certain blue-haired Caster she met during the Fuyuki Holy War. The woman was hit by a sneaky spell, and before she knew it, this happened. There she stood, on a random farm, stuck as an ordinary-looking golden mare without anything to distinguish herself. No Excalibur, no regal, blue dress, not even her hair was kept intact! What’s worse, by the look of things, the farm was located in Britain, her very own kingdom! That, or her… ugh… owners really liked the aesthetic. It felt wrong in all kinds of ways, was this really her life now? The least the witch could do was give her something to wear, even cloth would do, but obviously, horses don’t usually wear anything, and the girl doubted the nice couple had any horse armor laying around…

Frustrated, the mare lowered her head and started munching on the fresh, green grass. It was only after a minute or two had passed before she realized what she was doing.

Gods, what’s happening to me? Don’t tell me I’m so weak as to give into my bestial urges already?! This thought scared Artoria, yet she couldn’t deny it had its arguments. She’s been here for a week at best, but she’s already grown dreadfully used to the older folks who owned the farm, not to mention their bubbly granddaughter who fed her apples from time to time. She did try to excuse this behavior, of course. If she was stuck like this, it’d simply be in bad faith to not appreciate the help, right? These people didn’t know she used to be the legendary king who ruled their country in ages past, after all - they had nothing to do with her current issue. The one who should be blamed was the damn witch that cursed her in the first place!

Once again, losing herself to her instincts somewhat, the mare got more than a little irritated, resulting in a flurry of kicks aimed at the air and an outbreak of equine voices, none of them pleasant-sounding. That was, until a friendly voice reached her ears and the once-woman stopped dead in her tracks.

“Buttercup? What’s wrong? Did a nasty fly bite you?” Emily asked in a patronizing voice as she made her way towards the aggravated animal with a dozen or so apples placed inside of her wicker basket. “C’mere, you know you can’t hit those with your hooves, silly!” The girl continued while reaching her hand towards Artoria’s head, ready to pet the beast of burden.

The Saber really wanted to tell the girl to stop it at once and treat her like a human that she used to be, she really did… but the smell of Pink Ladies was too much to handle for her enormous, horsey nostrils, and with a soft whinny, the once-proud warrior caved in, letting the little girl cuddle her new body.

Corrin Bodypillow TF

For the first time in what felt like forever, Camilla was euphoric. Corrin was going to visit! Ever since the war has ended, the two saw each other less and less, seeing as the girl was preoccupied with her coronation as the Queen of Valla and whatnot. Camilla of course understood the importance of that, which was partially the reason she was able to survive this long without her favorite little sister to dote on, but… perhaps it wasn’t the time to think about the past - it was time to celebrate!

And celebrate they did, with all of the Nohrian siblings in tow, with even Leo being more social than usual. But Camilla didn’t care for that, she wanted some alone time with Corrin, and once the banquet was over, she got exactly that.

“So, Corrin, sweetie, how long do you plan on staying here?” The older sibling asked as the duo drank tea in Camilla’s room.

“To be completely honest, I’d love to stay for a week or even more, but I don’t have the time, not to mention I still have to visit Hoshido...” The younger one responded in a somewhat melancholic tone. “ I’ll probably take my leave by tomorrow noon, give or take.”

Upon hearing that, something broke inside of Camilla. Noon? She was going to leave tomorrow? How--  She was getting ready to spend a week or more together, and that’s all she gets, after half a year of waiting? That’s not right!

The news was disappointing, to say the least, but the wyvern rider was old and mature enough as to not let her emotions ruin what little time the two had left… yet, it didn’t seem like that’s what fate wanted, as Camilla’s body quickly filled with what could only be described as dark magic, one which was perhaps activated subconsciously by the woman’s thoughts. The room flooded with pink light, and when it subsided, Corrin’s underwent a major shift. In place of the Queen of Valla stood a big, white, rectangular pillow with her very own body in a flustered pose printed onto it as nothing more than a decal.

Upon seeing the change, Camilla was about to cry for help, but before she did so, another feeling entered her mind, that of greed. Yeah, she should call for help, but with her sister as is, the girl had no way to leave the room, let alone the castle, right? Corrin would be here for Camilla 24/7 without having to worry about kingdoms and other boring politics, always ready to snuggle… in a wholesome way, of course!

Without thinking, she grabbed the giant pillow by its waist, only to reveal there was actually another print on the back, this one, however, seemed to want something much more than innocent hugs, as evident by its lustful glare and much more skimpy attire. Thankfully, big sis was happy to oblige~