Nature’s Amulet

By TheNomeKing

Music blared from the open window of Sam’s car as he pulled up to the driveway of his house, the tires crunching down against the gravel before the deep rumble of the engine dissipated, leaving only the sound of the trees swaying in the wind and the singing of the birds which sat upon their branches. Sam kicked the car door open and hopped out and twiddled his keys as he walked to the front door. He sighed and wiped his brow, a little damp from the heat of the summer day. Thankfully, the sun on his back was fading beneath the clouds, signalling the end of another long day. As he reached the front door and began inserting his keys, he noticed something tucked away behind the brick wall. It was a package.

It was large, at least half a meter in width and by the shape of the wrapping, it looked like it contained a box of some kind. The thick paper wrap was dull and grey, and the whole thing was tied together with string. Judging by the way it’d been wrapped and kept, it looked like it’d been thrown into the modern world from the nineteen fifties. Sam walked over and noticed a brown label that dangled down from the side, which read thusly:

S,

Old life formally enchained, within this reliquary is what remains.

Ten score since last revealed, ne’er has this chest been disturbed since sealed.

Unto you it is given, a soul near riven. Don within and give back to the river.

ᛒ.

Sam frowned as he puzzled at the message. He recognised the symbol however, an old Nordic rune of some kind. However, he had no idea what it symbolised or meant and decided to take the package indoors. He grasped the base and heaved. Whatever was inside was heavy, probably made of wood or steel, and he struggled to unlock the front door of his home with the package in one hand. Sam slammed the door and quickly wandered into his bedroom, kicked off his shoes and threw his onto the bed. After dropping the package down on his chest of drawers, he turned on the side lamp which Illuminated the room better than the fading sun could. Sam began tearing open at the string and paper, curious as to what lay within. After removing the packaging, what he found inside puzzled him further. It was an old wooden chest with tarnished bronze fastenings. There was a lock on the front that sealed the chest shut, inlaid upon this fastening was the same rune contained within the note. Sam scratched his beardy chin in bewilderment. The chest looked old. Very old. There were scratch marks, dents and bumps across the wooden surface, as if somebody had tried to open it up with a hammer or a sword of some kind.

“Right,” Sam said to himself, “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” as he tried to prize the lid open, realising that it was totally sealed shut. Sam looked around for a key amongst the torn shreds of paper but found naught but dust and splinters of wood.

“Perfect, well thanks for an old dusty paperweight…” He looked down at the note “…ᛒ, not sure why you sent this to me, I wasn’t aware of anyone who died.” Sam went over to his bookshelf and nabbed a comprehensive encyclopaedia of mythology. He flicked through the pages to locate the section where he remembered seeing the symbol.

“Here we go. A Berk…kano? Berkano rune?” Sam mumbled, “means birch twig, well that’s helpful,” Sam said sarcastically before throwing the book onto his bed, and walking back over to the chest. “Guess I’ll try and pry it open with my tools. Thanks to mister Berkano, I can’t see it opening without a key.” Sam flicked the lock dismissively, and turned towards the door to fetch his hammer, pliers and crowbar. Suddenly, he heard a click. Sam furrowed his brow, seemingly not believing he’d just heard what he thought he’d heard. He turned his head to see the chest undisturbed, the lid still closed. Sam stared for a moment, then walked slowly back to the box and carefully placed his hands on the lid. He frowned again as he felt no resistance as he raised the lid. The chest has unlocked itself.

There was a smell of wet mildew and pollen in the air as Sam peered within. Sitting within a pile of fresh birch twigs, leaves, beautiful green flowers and soft moss, was an amulet. In the centre of the piece, there was a large smooth green gemstone. The stone was inset into a frame that had a petal motif which was comprised of a material that resembled stone. The necklace that was attached to the amulet was composed of beads, which were made of the same stony material. The central gemstone appeared smooth on the surface, yet there were beautiful imperfections within the emerald green mineral that seemed to weave and course their way through the more transparent areas of the gem. It looked like roots or branches of a tree, winding their way through the semi-transparent layers within a crystallised emerald sea. The amulet was certainly old, but no less beautiful. Sam marvelled for a moment at the sight of such a magnificent piece of craftsmanship and removed the amulet, raising it up from its resting place and turned around inspect it more closely. Unbeknownst to Sam, moments after removing the amulet, the twigs, moss and flowers within the chest began to wither. They grew cold, grey and eventually perished into nothing but dead matter.

“Gorgeous! I wonder how much I could get for this,” Sam said, thinking about selling it on eBay, or finding a professional to price the item. It was clearly an old heirloom, and probably worth quite a bit to the right buyer. Sam hesitated for a moment, peering down at the amulet and staring into the gemstone. A smirk curled across his lips as he undid the cold stone fastening and slipped it around his neck. He looked down as he donned the amulet and peered down at the beautiful item of jewellery hanging from his neck.

“Not bad, I might keep it,” Sam said, sniggering to himself as he felt quite enamoured with the craftsmanship. The amulet weighed next to nothing, and he barely felt it hanging from his neck. Suddenly, Sam heard something. The sound of wind. He frowned for a moment in confusion and diverted his gaze towards the window. It was shut tight. Then he heard the creaking of trees swaying in the wind. Sam turned to his left, to a painting of a coastal shoreline. It had changed, and instead of the sweeping ocean, there were huge trees within a foggy forest. Even stranger, the trees were moving back and forth in the wind.

“What the hell,” Sam whispered as he stared at the painting, his eyes transfixed at the strangeness of the anomaly before him. It was like looking through a window into a different world, yet his eyes seemed to strain the longer he looked at the painting. It took a great amount of effort to continue staring into the picture. Sam’s head began to pound, and his ears started to ring. He quickly diverted his gaze, the headache quickly dissipating as he rested his palm against his forehead. Then he noticed the amulet had started to glow very dimly. The entire gemstone was humming with energy, which slowly began to build in intensity. Sam felt a wave of warmth radiating through his body, emanating from his chest, where the amulet sat.

“Alright, this is getting weird,” Sam said, stating the blindingly obvious. He reached up and tried to unfasten the amulet, “let’s get you off.” Sam tried fumbling with the beads, but couldn’t locate the fastening, “It was here a moment ago, where the fuck?” Suddenly, the jewel began to thrum even more than before, sending a pulse throughout the room. Sam saw how light distorted as this shockwave pulsed through the room. At first, Sam though that the glow from the amulet was illuminating the room. But it was stranger than that. It was as if pale green light was emanating from all around him, yet there was no source. This otherworldly shift in environment began to make Sam feel even more panicked than before as he struggled to locate the fastening. Try as he may, there was no hook left. The beads had fused together, it was stuck to him. Sam tried pulling the amulet away, attempting to break the necklace, but no amount of force could liberate the amulet from Sam’s person. Sam felt panic and fear rushing through him as he heard the walls around him creaking and straining. The very floor beneath him felt as if it was shaking and shuddering.

“What the fuck is going on!?” Sam screamed, looking around as the creaking and shuddering of the walls and floor grew louder still. The light of his lamp flickered as the amulet grew brighter. Sam winced suddenly and grabbed his stomach as a sharp pain forced him to clasp his sides and cry out in shock “Nghhh! Arghh, fuck!” His grey shirt tightened as he felt his belly twisting and lurching, as if something within was pressing against his skin. Meanwhile, his hips snapped and began to press against the confines of his blue jeans. His feet began to tingle as motes of green light appeared at the tips of his socks. Unbeknownst to Sam, his hair had started to lengthen, and his chest had begun to expand and swell with newfound flesh. He looked down, not noticing his expanding bust, and saw his white socks glowing brightly. Before Sam could react, the fabric began to un-weave as a magical energy began to disintegrate his socks, starting at the tips and moving upwards. The fragments of glowing fabric floated upwards like weightless ash, dissipating in motes of bright green light, the same light that emanated from the amulet.

“Wh-what the hell,” Sam cried out, watching as his socks disappeared entirely, leaving his feet naked. The magical disintegration of his apparel spread upwards. His jeans began to disappear as they were undone by the magical green motes of light. “Oh g-god my stomach!” Sam moaned as he gripped his belly, the twisting sensation had begun to focus on two district points as his belly continued to swell. He felt a strange pressure building in his spine which began to grow more prominent as his belly continued to lurch and expand. He felt that same pushing sensation growing stronger still; the feeling of something trying to push its way out of his skin. His hips and legs began to creak and strain, the bones stretching reforming and sending shuddering vibrations rippling through his body. The sensation was entirely painless, but no less bizarre. Although Sam couldn’t see it, he could feel his feet also stretching in the same manner. The bones of his foot began to creak as they started to fuse and extend, vibrations shuddering up his legs. The nails of his two middle toes began to expand and grow larger, his other toes shrinking and being dragged backwards.

“Ahhh! AHHH! Oh g-god!” Sam panted before crying out from the bizarre sensation between his legs. As his jeans began to evaporate, fragments of cloth breaking apart into small glowing green motes, it revealed his groin. Sam could feel something pinching between his legs, and as he looked down, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Wh-what the fuck!?” Sam cried out as he peered between his legs to see that his cock had started to rapidly shrink. His balls had disappeared between his legs and a layer of soft brown hair had begun to develop on his legs. He caught sight of his morphing feet and how the nails had begun to grow larger, and the mutated state of his remaining toes. His stomach had begun to warp and twist, his belly button had begun to shift up above a strange pair of growths sitting just above his crotch. “No no this can’t be happening!” As his shirt evaporated upwards, he caught sight of his chest, and how his nipples and areola had begun to grow larger, his formally flat pecks had swollen outwards into small breasts, at least a B-cup. They grew larger as his cock became smaller, and they showed no sign of slowing in their expansion. Suddenly, the amulet began to thrum loudly. A ringing sound filled the room as the gemstone started to glow brighter. Hairs from Sam’s beard started to fall out, his ears began to tingle and extend, his already lengthening hair began to grow even longer. Sam’s transformation was accelerating, fast!

“Nghhh-haaah! ARGGHHH! FUCK!” Sam cried out as his spine suddenly snapped and jerked upwards. It felt as if he’d suddenly grown a few inches in length. Another sudden pop from his spine caused his morphing stomach and midsection to stretch and become longer. The two large deformed lumps began to grow larger, twisting and pressing out from Sam’s pale flesh. The terrified Sam felt his extending spine naturally arching upwards and then backwards. Burning heat seared through his thighs as they began to swell and grow thicker with newfound muscle and fat which rippled beneath the changing skin. More brown fuzz spread rapidly across his thighs and white dots in the hair appeared around this coat of fuzz, forming a coat, a hide. Fur! Sam groaned as he felt his buttocks being pulled apart by the rapid expansion and shift of muscle. He felt the muscle twisting to the side, his anus now exposed as his large ass disappeared, the mass repurposed on the sides of his legs; becoming flanks. Sam barely had time to react to any of this, instead he was preoccupied with the sensation between his legs.

He cried out, terrified and scared at the feeling that assaulted his loins and the loss of his once average cock, now small and diminished. A sudden rush of heat flooded his groin, his shrunken cock tingled as it shrank even further between his legs. A scream of terrified pleasure left Sam’s mouth, echoing in the room around him as he felt one of his testicles sliding up between something hot, wet and tight. Unbeknownst to the changing man, his scrotum had been forced up against his perineum, and one of his testicles had been pulled up inside him, through a newly forming opening. His furry legs wobbled in pleasure and fear as he felt his other testicle follow suit. It felt like having a pair of hot wet lips suck sensually on each testicle in turn, before swallowing them whole. A burning sensation permeated his loins as his testes began to morph and carve their way through his insides, creating a new fertile space. Sam felt a tingling where his perineum was, and a gush of hot dampness began to spread down the inside of his legs. His cock oozed the last ounce of his male cum before his urethra sealed up, sending shivers of pleasure through Sam’s body. The shaft of his cock throbbed as it began to fuse with the new opening, morphing about Sam’s new entrance while his tiny cockhead slid between these sensitive new folds. Fearful of what he would find, what his fingers might discover; he reached down past his lengthening morphing midsection. His fingertips braced across the strange growing lumps that’d pushed out from his belly, which now felt like they had a more organised structure and shape, as if they had a purpose Sam was simply not privy to. He reached down further, having to lean forward, desperately trying to find his former cock but terrified of what he might discover in its place. His fingers found purchase on something sensitive on his crotch, where his cock once sat. Nipples. They were teats, which had begun to swell up with newfound growth above an aching wet female sex. His former human cockhead peeked out just above his new damp pussy lips, which Sam began to feel throbbing with need.

“Nnghh! Oh god, are those…udders?! Oh god it’s a…I’m a…” Sam cried out as he tugged on his newfound udders that sat between his furry legs. He let out a whimper of pleasure, terrified at the realisation that he enjoyed how wonderful it felt to touch his new bestial teats and to feel his aching female sex dripping between his. The room continued to creak and strain, changing as Sam did. The walls began to visibly deform and fold in on themselves, the painting of the forest glitched and fused with branching bulges in the wall. The ceiling began to gradually break apart into a thousand thin green wafers before appearing as a cluster of soft green leaves, like the canopy of a tree. The floor beneath Sam’s morphing feet, now resembling deformed hooves; also twisted and contorted. Lumps appears in the floorboards, solidifying into rough stones, while other areas prickled upwards into blades of grass. The creaking of the walls turned into snapping wood, splintering floorboards and peeling wallpaper. The reality shift was becoming more aggressive, and Sam looked down to hear the terrifying noise of the amulet ringing in his ears. Between Sam’s cries of fear and pleasure, the ringing of the amulet; he heard strange birdsongs and the rushing of wind. It was the siren call of the forest. He didn’t understand that ancient tongue. Not yet.

“No, no! Ahhh-aghhh!” Sam cried out as he looked down, the amulet thrumming with terrifying power. As it grew brighter the gemstone began to warp the beads and metal setting to which it was inlaid, the metal rim began to fade out of sight, and all Sam could see was the gemstone glowing brightly, hovering above his chest. His still shifting female sex started to contract and clench as the aching need to be filled started to flush through Sam’s body. He felt a powerful orgasmic pulse rock through his pussy, the walls of his newly formed cunt rippled with pleasure. “Ahhhhh! Ohhhh god!” Sam screamed at the throbbing orgasmic bliss that felt as if it’d been forced upon him. This new pleasure felt like the same orgasmic bliss he might feel upon climax, yet rather than originating from his now absent prostate, it emanated from deep within the virgin folds of his female sex. Sam’s cheeks blushed bright red as the last stubbles of hair dropped away from his chin, his hair flourished down over his shoulders and his feet snapped upwards violently, forcing him onto his huge overgrown nails. He felt his body rising off the ground, suspended and supported by a weightlessness of pure magical energy. The amulet grew brighter still, until it was white hot, floating above his still growing C-cup breasts. He panted and looked down at his breasts. He shuddered and screamed with terror and pleasure as his cock disappeared between the folds of his cunt. He shivered with bliss as he felt it moving deeper, throbbing against the aching labia. Finally, his former cockhead had now fully transformed into a clit. Nothing remained of Sam’s manhood now, he was nothing but female in body, but not yet in his mind.

Fur continued to spread down his legs, the shifting snapping sounds of his bones joined the crescendo of creaking wood and snapping floorboards as the world around him morphed into something truly otherworldly. The yellow-green light scattered over Sam’s changing body as holes appeared in the walls. Branches appeared as the walls began to wrap into themselves, the outline of trees appearing from the moulding environment. Despite this terrifying dimensional shift, all Sam could do was cry out in pleasure as his body was assaulted with wave after wave of magical pleasure, as if the walls of his new feminine sex were being massaged and stimulated by an invisible force. He felt his spine loudly as it grew longer, causing his upper body to rise up even further. The growths on his long midsection that had been growing larger and more defined in shape, quickly jerked forwards, as if trying to free themselves from within. His feet snapped and shifted upwards even further, the nails now dominating the end of his feet. Only now did they take form, the large pointed nails of his middle toes resembled the cloven hooves of a deer, while the remnants of his toes had been pulled behind his new lower leg and developed into dewclaws. Sam peered down at his new cervine hind legs, the fur tingling across his former human skin and realised he was becoming something akin to a deer. Had he the mental faculties to think straight, he might’ve tried to reason this strange transformation. Instead, his mind was assaulted with wave after wave of pleasure from both his aching sex and the intense pleasure of his transformation.

“NNghhahhh! Ohhh god! God, please!” Sam cried out, reaching up and grasping his swelling breasts, cupping them in his hands. He watched as the hair on his arms fell away, his fingers began to think and grow more pointed, more delicate and feminine. He even noticed how his voice had started to shift upwards in pitch and tone. Sam cried out again as another wave of pleasure assaulted his shifting body. He could almost hear something above the creaking wood and shifting environment. Upon the wind he began to hear a whisper, too faint to hear at first but soon began to grow louder. Although he couldn’t understand it, the sound of that strange voice calmed his heart. The panic and anxiety he felt began to fade, allowing the intense sexual pleasure to rise and steal his focus. Sam cried out in pleasure as is spine shifted backwards, and Sam felt something pressing up against the space just above his rear. It wasn’t just the orgasmic throbbing of his cunt that brought him pleasure, the shifting of bone and popping of cartilage now brought him a strange sense of joy and satisfaction. Every change of his skeleton and change that assaulted his flesh felt like relief, pure satisfaction.

Sam grasped his breasts with new ladylike hands, teasing his nipples and screaming in pleasure as he felt his pussy and anus being dragged upwards by the ring of muscle attached to his coccyx. His udders wobbled as they were also dragged backwards. Brown fur quickly spread up from Sam’s flanks, over his back and began to coat this newly grown appendage. Meanwhile, the deforming growths on his midsection that’d were now more defined, suddenly pushed out from his stretched midsection. New bones shuddered and popped into place, and out of his lengthy midsection burst two new cervine forelegs. They were poorly formed at first, but the bones stretched his newly formed flesh into the right shape, like an otherworldly sculptor moulding clay.

“P-please!” Sam screamed; his brain overloaded with stimuli. His head felt like it was on fire from the sheer assault of pleasure and overwhelming sensation, the anxieties and fear he’d once felt had vanished. He’d never felt anything so wonderful or blissful before, never anything so incredible or mind-shattering. “Please…Yes!” Sam moaned as he heard his voice becoming even higher in pitch, now sounding more feminine than ever. Sam held his breasts tightly as the flowed out against his womanly fingers, his facial features shifting as his hair grew longer still, now reaching his shoulders. Beautiful, sensual and feminine. Sam was no longer human, nor was he a man, not anymore. She was becoming something otherworldly, spiritual and pure. She wanted nothing more.

“Mmmm-more. More! More!” Sam cried out, now hearing her entirely feminine voice echoing through the forest that was forming around her, the walls shuddering and wrapping around tree trunks. Soft greenish light poured into the space surrounding the changing doe, her skin dancing in the ethereal light. She felt her new deer forelegs stretch even further from her warping midsection. Her right foreleg formed more quickly than her left and she could feel her body yearning to fall forwards. Sam didn’t fight this instinct, she embraced it. She shifted her weight towards the ground, feeling her new forelegs bending and stretching at her command. It was utterly bizarre having an extra pair of legs, but it was something Sam would never want to be without again. It felt akin to being upon all fours, yet she still had her upper body and hands. It took a moment for her to coordinate the new set of limbs in her mind while a hoof rapidly formed out from the end of her new limb. Sam gasped as she fell forwards, her body naturally landing on the new foreleg, her spine pulling upwards and allowing her to rest on a deer-like lower body. Soft white fur tingled across her underside and began to spread up towards where her belly joined with her doe-like lower body. At the same time, more brown fur spread down her newly configured forelegs. The short fluffy appendage that’d grown out from her backside tugged upwards as soft white fur developed on the underside. Meanwhile, darker brown fur covered the back of her deer-like lower body, leaving her with the lower body of a deer. Sam wiggled her new doe tail, her anus settling just beneath it, along with her aching sex, which continued to change shape. The once pink human-like lips darkened and thickened, the teats between her legs swelled up and settled just between her hind legs. Sam cried out again, her delicate womanly voice echoing through the forest that surrounded her. “Make me yours!” Sam screamed, her body shaking with bliss as her fully formed doe pussy started to ache painfully. She felt her vaginal walls rippling and contracting, her muscular lips twitched as she felt a white-hot burning searing through her womb. Sam felt so needy, so desperate to be filled, to cum. It was an even more potent form of need, of desire. Oestrous!

“I’m yours! Your servant!” Sam cried out to the unknown presence that’d been shepherding her the entire time. Only now did she understand the language of the trees, the wind and the dew. She could hear it speaking to her, commanding her, gifting her with pleasure and joy unimaginable. Sam wanted nothing more, to become one with this force, with this entity, to serve her so long as she could remain this way; in this shape. Sam raised her new deer tail to reveal her dark black doe sex and udders between her hind legs. Her forelegs almost fully formed now. She could feel her ears tingling beneath her long flowing brown locks, she knew that fur was growing there too, and wanted nothing more than to be complete. Sam’s humanoid upper body continued to change, her skin becoming softer, smoother and darker in complexion. Her nose popped and shifted; her lips plumped up with newfound size. Her former male complexion had totally disappeared. In its place was the visage of a beautiful woman. She was a magnificent creature, a gentle forest spirit; a doe.

“Ahhh yesss! Please! More!” Sam cried out as the wooden boards beneath her hooves shifted entirely into the grassy surface of a forest floor. The ceiling disappeared as it was replaced with a thick layer of leaves. The walls formed away, to reveal many thick tree trunks. That same ethereal light surrounded the changing doe as she was brought closer and closer to climax, to completion “So…close!” Sam moaned in her new womanly voice, gasping as she felt the orgasmic throbbing in her sex grow even stronger as the forces surrounding her poured even more magic into her body. Her dripping doe sex twitched and winked as she felt like she was being fucked by that same invisible force, driving her closer and closer to climax. Sam could feel her loins throbbing, her cunt aching, causing her hind legs to wobble slightly. She could feel her climax building, she was so close, so very near being one with the forest. She reached her hands up to her head, running her delicate feminine fingers through her beautiful brown locks and closed her blue human eyes tightly.

“Ahhh!” Sam gasped, gaping and panting. “Y-yess!” her doe sex winked, then clenched tight, her loins tingling, her body shaking. She grasped her hair and raised her tail, gasping again and again. “Ahhh! AHHHH!” She huffed, her eyes tightened, her breasts wobbled as her body shook. The amulet dimmed. Sam opened her new black doe eyes as she felt the climax hit her as her soul ascended beyond.

She screamed in unbridled pleasure, the amulet flashing as the orgasm pounded Sam’s winking doe loins. The trees surrounding her shook and the trunks quickly gained incredible length, as if they were being forced out of the ground. This sudden growth dragged the canopy upwards, the world around her shook violently and a sonic boom clapped through the forest. She felt the wind rushing against her properly, the dew of the forest touching her skin for the first time. She had finally transitioned into her true plane, her sanctuary.

She slammed her completed foreleg on the ground and thrashed her head around at the bliss of her orgasm. Sam had never felt anything so blissful, so intense nor emotion that were so beautifully synchronous with her surroundings. She stood in the endless forest, surrounded by tall trees and soft fertile grass. The room was gone, her house had vanished. Had the environment changed, or had she simply shifted into a different place? Sam didn’t know, nor did she want to know. She was happy, satisfied and finally at peace. She peered around the forest with her new doe eyes, which appeared almost inky black and left no sclera visible. A pair of deer ears that’d been pinned back before quickly flicked up, moving her long beautiful voluptuous hair out the way and revealed themselves. Sam reached her hands down and stroked her new white and brown furry ears gently. She shivered and raised her foreleg, moaning to herself at how sensitive they were, how soft and fuzzy the fur felt against her delicate ladylike fingertips. She looked down, cupping her gorgeous D-cup breast and gently ran her fingers through the soft white fur that covered the underside of her lower body. She stretched her long doe legs out, wiggled her tail happily and marvelled at her form.

Sam said not a word, and simply stood in the cool wind of the forest. She’d become a beautiful doe-taur, her long voluptuous brown hair reached past her waist and flowed over the light brown fur of her lower four-legged back. She pricked her furry doe ears up to the wind, hearing the call of her goddess. The wood creaked, the bushes rustled, and the canopy shook. The wind carried the language of nature spirits to her ears, to the sense of newly born forest spirit; and whispered her new name.

“Samantha…” the doe-taur whispered aloud, blushing a little and tucking her tail down, shyly trying hide her sex. She felt honoured by her lady, her birch goddess, the lady of birth whose sanctuary of secrecy and wisdom Samantha found herself in. This new nature spirit nodded, using her fuzzy doe ears to hear her goddess’ call, to heed her whispers, “It shall be done my lady.”

Samantha stroked her waist and body one last time and peered through the forest. With her new eyes she peered through forest, and the trees bent away from each other to clear a path, showing her the way. She kicked off the grass and bounded with incredible speed and grace, dancing across the rocks, twigs and logs as if carried by the wind itself. Samantha smiled as she felt the wind blowing through her hair and fur, her hooves dancing through the grass and her beautiful black eyes found the way forwards.

Samantha smiled happy, realising that the path to her sanctuary had been unlocked by the key which dangled from her neck. She had found peace, she was finally…home.

An older commission by the absolutely astounding, blackshirtboy

This commission was based off a very old idea, an idea that I felt needed some proper attention and care. BSB, being an absolute lad, he indulged my love of deertaurs, dimensional shifting and environmental warping. The result was this fucking astounding picture!

This pic is one of my all-time favourite TF commissions, and honestly; it’s one of my favourite pieces of any TF media, period. The way BSB managed the transformation, the pose, lighting environment, colour gradient/palette and transition between steps still blows my mind to this day. I consider myself very very lucky to have gotten such a great sequence from him, and I cannot thank him enough for the time he put into this.

Naturally due to how incredible this picture is, I felt I needed a sizable story to do it justice! I hope you enjoy it, and that I was able to match the same theme, feel and intensity of the sequence. The character in question, Samantha, is actually a character of mine. There’s another commission which features her in the BG, which I will post later with another story! At some point I’ll probably get commissions of my various characters, upload them and slap them into a folder.

In the off chance you’ve been living under a rock in the TF community, I seriously suggest checking BSB out. He’s one of my favourite TF artists and is often my go-to for many TF pics. He does semi-monthly TG and TG/TF themed comics, which are of very high quality and worth their price. I suggest looking at his page here , checking out his website here and also fave the original here (note: I modified the original to touch up a few minor details).

Once again, thank you so much BSB!

ENJOY!