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CMSN: Bray of the Lifestream



“What’s this?” The black haired woman asked as she picked up a strange green orb from a chest. “OH! I’ve never seen Materia spark like that!” She gasps as an arc of lime green flickers out over the ball’s surface. She rubbed the orb gently with her thumb, something about it seemed… off. It was larger than normal Materia and as she held it, she felt a strange tingling run up her arm. Her ears twitched as they began to lengthen, she really should head back to the group… the herd would be worried about her if she was- herd?

She shook her head, the tingling intensified as if pulling at her. Her fingernails began to darken, the smooth, well-maintained cuticles were growing thick and coarse. Her eyes were locked on the strange orb, it seemed to be growing bigger. She wanted to put it down, but as she peered deep into the swirling energies within, she began to see visions. Abstract at first, simple shapes warping and swaying in and out of existence, but over time they became more solid. More vivid. Drawing her deeper…

Tifa suddenly found herself on a lush green hill overlooking a field. She heard the distant brays and grunts of donkeys but she couldn’t see them… nor was that her first concern. She grunted in surprise as she realized her nose was massive, a regular muzzle! She tried to feel it with her hands, but all she managed was a a clumsy hop off her front hooves. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real! She shook her head… then, felt herself calm… there wasn’t anything she could do about it… she was hungry anyway… she lowered her head taking a bite of the long grass. No point trying to think on an empty-

Tifa snapped out of it. She had fallen to her knees, her feet no longer cooperating as they cramped and shifted to a clumsier form. She moaned, the sensation of her bones stretching and thickening, her spine growing longer as coarse gray fur began pushing out of her once beautiful, creamy skin. She looked to the orb. It had grown. It was so big… so full… she felt herself slipping…

The jennet found herself in an open field, her mind suddenly panicked as she didn’t recognize her surroundings. Where… where was she? She… was with her herd… she could smell the familiar scent of the other donkeys nearby, the musk of a jack making her tail instinctively raise…

Tifa came back, was that her name? She could feel herself slipping away more and more. She had to find someone, Cloud, Aerith, anyone… their faces… she couldn’t remember their faces! Th-they were her… herd? No… they were… her eyes floated back to the green orb. It was bigger… so inviting… she wanted to fight it, but…

The jennet felt a weight on her back, the rhythmic grunting of a jack rung in her long ear as she became aware of herself. She felt her legs locked so they could stand under the male’s weight. She felt her long neck lower submissively, her nostrils burning from the jack’s musk. Finally, she felt the long throbbing member probing deeper and deeper into her leathery black pussy. She felt a tinge of panic, but it was quickly overshadowed by a loud, lustful bray that escaped her drooling lips. She felt it, her mate’s seed buried deep inside her… she would have a foal, the herd would grow… she hungered… her mind went quiet as the simple jennet mindlessly grazed beside her mate.

What was left of Tifa Lockhart grazed around the shredded remains of the fighter’s clothes. She had no thoughts, no concerns that had just plagued her mind. No, she was a simple beast of burden, who would no doubt find a master once the owner of the ball came to reclaim their prize.