Tharja’s Bunny Problem [FEA Cow TF, Patreon Reward] (Patreon)

[Panne and Tharja unaware cow TFs, lactation fetish, breast expansion, mild mind alteration/hypno]

“Mhmm hmm hmm~” Tharja hummed to herself. “This will show that furry fiend not to steal my precious Robin away from me…” The rather obsessed dark mage snuck into Panne’s empty sleeping quarters and set a cursed necklace on her bed. The necklace, fittingly, was fitted with a tiny little cowbell. “If you’re going to be such a cow, then who am I not to deliver ironic punishment?~”

As she quickly slid out of Panne’s tent, Tharja rushed back in the direction of her Robin for some more quality time together.

—

The next day, while Tharja was stalking her Robin, she heard the quiet yet distinct ringing of the cowbell on Panne’s necklace. Success! Now that she had placed it around her neck, Tharja’s curse ensured that the idea of removing it would simply never cross her mind. Her plan to turn Panne into a milky little bovine was all coming together!

However, hearing that sound meant that Panne was approaching Tharja’s Robin! Curses!

Acting fast, the dark mage scurried through the shadows towards the ringing she’d heard, then pretended to be lost in thought as she walked right into Panne. The pair knocked each other to the ground, making Tharja feel a bit dizzy.

“Watch where you’re going, man-spawn!” Panne said coldly as she got back onto her feet.

“Hmm? Oh, it’s you.” Tharja feigned ignorance. She checked to make sure the bell necklace was indeed around her target’s neck, which it was. The transformation hadn’t yet begun; it was a slow process that would take at least a week. “That’s a nice necklace you have there~” She teased coyly.

“I-it was a gift, presumably from Robin.” Panne blushed. “Have you seen her around today?”

“Hmmmm, now that you mention it, I think I saw her go, um… That-a-way.” She pointed in roughly the opposite direction that Robin really was.

“Thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Panne turned around and walked off.

Perhaps she had won for now, but Tharja wanted to limit Panne’s time near her Robin as much as possible. She had to be the one to waste Panne’s time. “Um, hold on.”

Panne turned back to face her. “Yes? Be quick, man-spawn.”

“You. Me. Tea. Tomorrow.” Tharja’s cheeks began to burn as she immediately realised that that sounded like she was coming onto her. Cursed mortal blood, betraying her by flushing her face red at inopportune moments!

“...What?” Panne responded rather, well, deadpan.

“You heard me. I have, erm… A plan. To save the Taguel.”

“What!?”

Tharja took a moment to convince Panne her fake Taguel-saving plan really existed, and that she’d need to speak with her about it extensively. After much insistence, Panne agreed to Tharja’s tea time.

—

“Well, I’m here. Talk, man-spawn.” Panne’s nether regions already looked a little swollen now, even after only a day. Her breasts also seemed to be straining against her rather light armour. Noticing Tharja’s lingering glare, she added “Now.”

“You know how Lucina and her band of misfits came back in time?”

“Yes.”

“What if we brought your people forward in time?” Tharja was just speaking out of her ass.

“...I’m listening.” Panne sat at the simple, unfancy table Tharja had set up

“W-well, uh, you see, time is… difficult… to mess with. This process will take a lot of time, and effort. Lots of time. Maybe, more than a week?”

“I care not if I must dedicate my life to this, I will save my people. That is, if what you say is true, man-spawn…” She glared at Tharja menacingly. “What do you stand to gain from this? You’ve never struck me as the charitable type.”

Panne’s armour began to quietly creak - a sign she was slowly transforming and expanding even as they spoke. Tharja poured some tea to give herself an excuse not to stare giddily as her curse did its thing. A wicked grin spread across Tharja’s face. “The satisfaction of defying the laws of time.” She lied.

“And why help moo?” Panne said completely seriously.

Tharja’s eyes widened. “...Excuse me?”

“Why help me?” It seemed as though Panne didn’t even realise she had said ‘moo’ instead of ‘me’ earlier. “I don’t understand why you’re bothering to help me and my people.”

“Well… Because of Robin.” Technically not a lie. “It’s the kind of thing she would do.” There was the lie - her Robin would never trick Panne, she was too perfect for such things. Tharja’s face nonetheless burned up again.

Panne seemed to have dropped most of her immediate suspicion.

“Now, we have a lot of work to do. I need you to stay here and exhaustively describe all your Taguel friends…”

—

The following day, while the pair were ‘working,’ Tharja continued to observe the progress her transformation curse was making on her rival. Panne would replace the odd word here and there with ‘moo’ without even realising it, and her breasts continued to swell. “Heh heh, never thought moo would be so easy to bend to my will, Panne~” Tharja said after Panne had left.

The day after that, Panne’s top snapped from the pressure mounting on her chest, but the Taguel lady didn’t even bat an eye. In fact, she simply threw aside her clothes and continued naked as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Just seeing the way Panne’s soft tiddies were leaking drops of milk turned Tharja on in a way she never imagined. Beyond that, it made her own growing tiddies leak a little too, causing embarrassing wet spots to appear on her bra. Considering Panne’s zero reluctance, the dark mage decided to slide out of her own clothes too - maybe forever. Clothes were overrated.

The day after that, Panne’s furry pubic region had swelled to the point it was no longer subtle. And by Grima’s wings did that make her look hot. Tharja couldn’t help but rub her own swelling pubic region under the table. She’d always had a budding udder, right? Yes, of course. Everything was going exactly to plan with no unforeseen developments whatsoever!

—

By the time a week had passed since giving Panne a necklace, the rabbit woman had become a very bovine bunny indeed: her udder was big and soft; her big bunny ears had gained a few splotches in the pattern of a holstein cow; her fluffy tail had grown to be a cow’s tail except with a cotton boll at its tip; and her massive breasts were constantly leaking sweet, precious milk. Beyond just her appearance, she had grown far more sociable and, dare Tharja think, even docile. Panne had begun to subtly lean up next to Tharja as they discussed their ‘plan’ to save the Taguel, but that quickly devolved into overt cuddling.

Tharja thought she might have opposed such physical intimacy a week ago, but that must have been some sort of illusion. Tharja actually craved Panne’s touch, but she definitely, totally had not changed. The minor discrepancies between her memories and her reality were inconsequential. Her plan was still progressing flawlessly!

“Will moo finally have some tea now?” Tharja offered for the eighth day in a row.

“Hmm… Alright man-spawn, I shall.” Panne said rather warmly - a stark contrast to the vitriol she usually poured into the words ‘man-spawn’.

“Sugar? Honey? Milk?” Tharja offered as she poured a cup of tea for herself and for her friend. Her… friend? When had Panne become her friend? Wasn’t she always Tharja’s friend? She must have been. She did love Tharja’s Robin, after all, so she had to be her friend…. Right?

The dark mage’s long bovine ears flicked and her cute lil cow tail wagged excitedly as she thought about her Robin and her Panne - her two favourite people in all the cosmos.

“Milk and sugar, please.” Her Panne replied.

After popping a sugar cube into their teas, Tharja stood up and began to knead her big, squishy, sensitive udder. Her udder, which she had definitely, totally always had. Tharja’s Panne was the one her spell was supposed to turn into a cow, not her - therefore, she wasn’t turning into a cow, she’d always been this way. Flawless logic!

“Here, let me help moo with that, darling~” Her Panne cooed, placing a hand on one of Tharja’s swollen teats.

Tharja had no objections and let her bunny-cow gently squeeze her just right. Her Panne made sure just enough of Tharja’s sweet milk squirted into their tea, then - much to Tharja’s dismay - she released her loving grasp so she could stir her beverage. She sat down again, horny and needy. Maybe she could ask her Panne to continue milking her later.

Each lady took a sip of their tea as they shared a lusty glance.

“Moo know, this tea is nice - especially with your creamy milk~ - but I think I’d prefer to drink straight from the tap~” Her Panne bit her lip, shifting her glance between Tharja’s face and massive boobs. Her adorable cowbell gently rang out as she shifted anxiously in spot.

Tharja couldn’t help but break out in a devious grin. “Now you’re talking~”

The pair barely stood up before they were locked in each other’s embrace. They stumbled over to the nearest bed so her Panne could lay atop Tharja and suckle on one of her tiddies, which also let Tharja milk her bunny-cow’s soft teats in return.

“Mmmmooooo! Nnng, m-moooore!” Her Panne moaned.

“Mhmm hmm hmmmmoooo~” Tharja’s giggling quickly became sensual moos as she felt her Panne’s lips needily locked around her nipple. Her pent-up milk felt so wonderful to be released in such an intimate manner. “Moo… Moo… Moooooo~”

Milk drenched Tharja’s lower body as she lovingly milked her Panne, feeling the pressure release with each gentle squeeze of her bunny-cow’s soft body. Just when Tharja thought she couldn’t feel more euphoric, her Panne’s warm hand gently stroked her udder before grasping a tender teat and milking as strongly as she could.

“M-MOO!! Mmmmooo!! Mmmmooo!! Nnng, yes!”

Together, they reached a milky climax and collapsed into a loving cuddle. Tharja couldn’t wait for her darling Robin to join them for milking time tomorrow~