Works of unicorn art!

The Wizard's brows lowered in rage. "Cheat! Prickteaser!" he screamed. Waving his wand, he turned both Fred and Astra into unicorns!

. . .

Why unicorns, you ask? A unicorn is a rather . . . . beautiful creature. Very magical and powerful, at that to boot. That's not exactly an earth shattering transformation, in the big scheme of things. There were dozens and dozens of worse creatures, from earthworms to goblinkin.

Why unicorns?

Well, the odd truth of the matter is that this particular "Pronky" here, as "eccentric" as he is, happens to be of ALL things a nature conservationist. Oh, at first he had every intention at something REALLY nasty, only deciding to use these two otherwise useless (his opinion) pieces of flesh into something good (and pure).

You know the unicorn population out there is rather dipping low nowaday on his world? Well, now there SHALL be two more to boost the numbers.

Ah, but unlike most, THIS transformation was a rather slow and involved affair that Pronky was going to stay behind and direct. Oh, he wanted his works of art to be PERFECT. Wanted them to be the best to help bolster the unicorn gene pool (or whatever magical equivalent unicorns had in place of genes).

A strange and dull lassitude overcame both Astra and Fred. An emotional detachment and a conviction that what is happening here is happening to someone else, far away and not important. What feeling they did feel was rather . . . pleasant. Erotic, almost, the sensations they feel . . .

For the most part, anyway.

Fred had dropped his sword, leaving it forgotten. Because of that it was the only item to stay behind as Pronky causes Fred's and Astra's gear (clothing and all) to vaporize.

Clothing would only get in the way, you see . . .

What do our heroes make of this? Well, Fred and Astra are only just giggling a bit, looking blankly at their nakedness (and admiring each other in a distant, dislocated fashion) at each other as Pronky waves his hands to direct this. Having decided that the remaining spiders had been (for now) cowed by his handiwork enough to stay away long enough for this, he begins.

"Ow," both Astra and Fred say dully, noticing distant cramps in their left calf muscles. Not thinking (unable to think) about what it may mean, they rather drunkenly totter over to some convenient rocks to sit down and try to massage the cramps out. It hardly registers that the muscle in question seems to be growing and throbbing underneath their massaging fingers, but as spell drunk as they are that's understandable.

With another gesture from the magic user, the cramps slacken off in the left leg but their right calf muscles begin to pulse and sting. Reaching over with their other hands to massage the new pains, they pause in dull surprise and hold up their hands for inspection.

Their wrists and fingers were beginning to stiffen for some reason. Fred, spell besotted as he is, still pauses in his inspections of HIS hands to watch in fascination as he watches Astra hold up her hand for closer inspection.

She has such lovely hands, Fred thinks to himself in a rather silly mannter.

He then blinks, amazed as Astra's fingers fused together into two distinct halves. A sharp pain draws attention back to himself and away from Astra's somewhat alarmed expression and saw that HIS hands had done the same. Gapping and then laughing at what strikes them as funny, each watches as on the other's foreheads there was a noticeable white lump forming. Still snickering and pointing at the other with their distorted hands, the lumps it grew and twisted into a single, white straight horn (white as opposed to the "standard" golden unicorn horn found upon Terra Prime). Once the horns stopped growing, other changes ran through their body, causing groans of pleasure as it happened. In both those being transformed and the one who was doing the transforming!!

. . .

Pronky is something of a pervert, shall we say.

Hrmph.

Their hands finished forming into cloven hooves (burnished gold for the male and exquisite silver for the female) as did their feet. Legs reshaped themselves, causing our unlucky heroes to fall off their rocky perches and forward onto her newly formed front strong and SWIFT legs. Each finds their necks necks and stomachs grew, chest barrelling out with each breath. Then their faces pushed themselves forward , moving eyes to the sides as muzzles form. Their ears slid up their heads and tails (long, silky and magnificent) grew from their rapidly reforming back. Black for the male (matching his proud mane) and red for the proud female's feiry mane.

They grow in mass and height. Musclar and sleek. Play of muscles would be the envy of any knight to own for their war steeds, for that is what they were becoming: WAR unicorns. The kind that the few and proud (and DARN lucky) elfin maidens are given upon completion of their passage into serving their woodsy goddess in paladin-ship.

. . .

Pronky is pulling out all the stops, folks.

Suddenly, the transforming heroes blink, shaking their lovely manes as they toss equine heads in confusion. Magicks have reached into their skulls now and minds becomes as if they were a spindryers and their memories the washing!

Finally, a fine layer of white hair (finer than silk and soft to the touch) grew all over their new bodies and it was complete. Dazed unicorns, having no idea how they'd gotten here (and no memories of their former lives) breath uneasily as the mage approaches.

Their hearts want to be away and run free (and . . . explore that exciting animus to their anima besides them), but their . . . master wishes to inspect them.

1. Thus admiring his work, Pronky jumps a bit when he suddenly senses . . . unexpected guests.
2. Pronkelzilch finishes with his inspection and is satisfied.

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