(IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS I'D HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT SINCE SOME THINGS MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE WITHOUT READING THEM FIRST.)
Hello once again my readers! First I want to apologize that this chapter took me so long. I honestly kept putting it off, got lazy with continuing the story, and I just didn't work on it very often. I hope none of you were desperately hanging onto seeing this chapter or something. Though I doubt my work has that kind of following.
I hope that this chapter is as good as my previous ones and you all like it. I tried to keep it as entertaining as my last ones and maybe keep you all guessing as to where it's going to go. I'm trying to keep all my lore/rules of this world in check while still being a fun romp to read.
As with all my work, if anybody has any advice or constructive criticism that they can offer, I'm more than happy to hear it. I'm definitely not a professional writer and might've missed some things in my edits.
All that's left is for me to say that I hope you enjoy this chapter and most of the kinks in here are listed below:
Literal character growth/transformation(including muscle/dick growth), straight sex, holstaurs/monster girls, some bondage, femdom (pretty minor), domination loss, threesome, oral sex/blow job, tit fuck, breastfeeding/milking, anal sex, spanking, and more.
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The day had started out so well for Tom. He had woken up with a beautiful fairy in his arms and knew where he needed to go, the capital city of the Mydila kingdom, Sulinstra. Shaylah, or Shay as he called her in private, the fairy queen of the Hunade forest, had the wind spirits give him a lift to the edge of her domain. Tom flew over the forest for maybe an hour or two before he was placed gently on the ground near the western border.
Upon landing, Tom found rolling hills out in front of him. He walked to the top of a nearby hill and scanned the area until he saw a dirt path he could follow. It may not be much but it was Tom's best bet on where to go.
That was back when the sun had almost reached its zenith. Now, the last rays of sunlight were slowly disappearing beyond the horizon and Tom still didn't see any sign of civilization.
If Tom didn't find someplace to hole up for the night, he would need to sleep out in the open, which wasn't a great idea, or keep walking throughout the night, which came with its own negatives.
The stars started appearing in the sky when he saw some kind of light in the distance. A flicker of hope ignited in Tom as he picked up his pace along the dirt path toward the light.
As he got closer, he saw a sparse wooden fence on one side of the path. The fence continued as Tom made his way toward the light until he came to a gate in the fence, which had a sign on it that said, "Sturdre Farm".
Tom had a moment of relief, he found some form of civilization, even if it was a farm out in the sticks of this country. That moment was then followed by confusion. The man wondered how he was able to read the language on the sign when he could tell it wasn't English. He assumed it was just part of the communication magic that was in this world. He silently thanked whoever made that possible since he would be completely lost without it.
He placed a hand on the fence and pushed it open into a long yard with a stone path leading to a farmhouse. The light that led him here came from a lantern hanging from one of the porch beams. He could make out a door with a window on each side looking out into the yard. Tom couldn't get a good look at the rest of the house since it was dark, but he could tell it was big. There had to be a second story or at least a massive attic and it spread out a good deal.
As Tom approached the house, he saw that the light coming from the lantern wasn't from a candle or any kind of flame, but from a glowing crystal. He assumed it was just another magical thing in this world he had to get accustomed to.
He climbed the steps to the front door and paused for a moment as a few thoughts crossed his mind. The door was taller than Tom by a couple of feet and a bit wider than he was used to, considering Tom was well above 6 feet tall now, he wondered what that said about whoever lived here. The windows on either side of the door had curtains covering them, so he couldn't look inside. Tom also wondered if this was a good idea, knocking on someone's front door at night. If guns were a thing in this world, he would expect whoever would open this door to have a shotgun waiting on the other side for their protection.
Tom thought for another minute and decided to knock but with a better plan than just waiting for the resident to answer.
After he gave the door a few good wraps with his knuckles, he called out to the house, hoping someone would hear him. "Excuse me, I'm a little lost and hoping I can stay here for the night. I know this is probably weird so I'm willing to stay in your barn if that's okay. I'll back away from the door now so we both feel more comfortable."
Tom went back down the steps of the porch and backed away so there was a good amount of space between him and the door.
He saw the curtains behind one of the windows flutter for a second, then heard someone moving around in the home. The distinct sound of several latches and bolts from behind the door rang out in the night before it finally opened.
Tom watched a figure walk out onto the porch and instantly realized she was not human. She had to be what this world called a holstaur. She wore a simple long-sleeved white nightgown that flowed down around her and almost all the way down to her feet, which Tom saw were actually cow hooves. While he couldn't see her complete figure because of the loose dress, what he did see were her large breasts. He wasn't sure if he had gotten used to seeing out-of-the-ordinary things or if his mind just didn't care anymore, but she had to have some of the largest natural breasts he'd ever seen. They had to be as big as his head and appeared firm on her slender body. This assumption was reinforced when Tom focused on her head. She didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on her face, which sported high cheekbones. Her hair was long and dark as night, and it fell in front of her left shoulder in a loose side ponytail. Tom noticed small white horns peaking out from her dark locks on either side of her head. He noticed that she had to be taller than him by a few inches, which was saying something since he estimated his new height somewhere around 6'5".
As he was taking her in, Tom noticed the pitchfork she came out with. If he had been paying more attention to her eyes, which were a dark green color, he might've noticed a brief flash of hunger before it was disguised beneath genuine curiosity.
Tom raised his hands to try and show that he meant what he said before, that he meant her no harm.
They stood there for a moment, sizing each other up. Tom thought it would be best to see what she would say before he did anything else.
The holstaur looked around, sniffed the air, and peered behind Tom into the darkness before she finally spoke. "You're alone and mean me no harm?"
Her voice had a low tone and Tom was surprised to hear something of a southern drawl to it. He didn't understand how something localized to a region of the United States was in this other world, but maybe it was just the translation magic changing her speech pattern to something he recognized.
