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Fairy Fortunes (Fairy Tail TF Fic)
🕑 Added 2023-01-25 18:00:05 +0000 UTCHey folks.
As always, I hope everyone is doing well out there. I seem to be recovering bit by bit from the unending storm of viruses that hit me (I didn't think you could catch every bug going around one after another, but there you go) and hopefully I'll be able to resume my writing duties properly soon. I will be continuing the subscription pause through February, since my recovery is taking so long, but I'll still try to post stories up for you all as we go.
Today's story is actually the one I was working on when I got sick, so it got a bit delayed in the middle. Apologies if that's affected the quality, but I hope you all enjoy none the less.
Have a nice week everyone!
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Request: A quest has been posted at Fairy tail about the disappearances of people from an island, so Fairy tail send Ezra, Lucy, and Levy to investigate. When they arrive they are lured into a hut by a young man who worships the celestial spirits, and unknowing to the ladies wants to transform them into slutty versions of the spirits. He allows them to sit as he grabs some tea to make, spiking it with his potion, and hands it over to the ladies as he explains what has been happening in the village. As he lazily explains the girls begin to transform. Erza transforms into a dim cow-girl with horns, large boobs, and hooves on her feet(Tauros) Lucy transforms into a slutty French maid with her hair in pigtails, a large ass and an accent. Levy is last to transform and tries to leave only to hear an invisible beat and transforms into a dancing harem girl for her masters enjoyment, having an hourglass figure and her outfit transforms to fit her mindset. All three girls turn to there new master, ready to serve.
(Contains dim cowgirls, sultry maids, and slavish dancers)
“Here we are! At last!” Lucy stretched, trying to work the kinks out of her legs and back while straightening her jacket and skirt. “I thought that boat ride was going to last forever…”
“This island is pretty distant,” Levy agreed, hoisting a large backpack full of books and supplies as she stepped down off the dock. “I think if Natsu and Gajeel had come, their travel sickness might have killed them…”
Lucy shuddered at the thought. “Yeah. Wendy too, for that matter. I don’t think she could have kept her recovery spell up for that long… Well, that’s why this quest is all down to us three!”
“Mmm.” The blue haired mage sighed as the pair walked down the beach, pulling out the quest scroll that had led them to this island. “I hope we’ll be enough. All these disappearances are really worrying…”
The blonde didn’t look at all concerned though. “Oh it’ll be fine. We have Erza with us! Trust me, there’s not going to be anything out here that she can’t beat.”
Levy just chuckled. “Well, true enough. If there’s anything on this island that she can’t handle, it’s going to stomp right over you and me.
“… I don’t like the way you put that…”
“Lucy! Levy!” The pair looked up, spotting the redhead at the end of the beach, standing at the base of a path that led up into the hills. “Come, we’re nearly at our contact’s house! We shouldn’t dawdle all day!”
As always, Erza was all business, dressed in her steel armour, blade clear at her hip. She might have lightened up some over the past few years, but the S class mage was still as direct as ever. The blue and blonde haired mages exchanged a look and giggled, before rushing after their friend. Some things never changed.
Fortunately, Erza was right – they weren’t far from their contact at all. The man lived in a lone hut just down the path from the beach, and it quickly came into view, along with its owner, who stood waiting for them just outside it. He waved as they approached – a tall man with dark hair, dressed in a monk’s robes, though he seemed quite young for such a position.
“Hello there! Welcome, travellers, to Starlight Island. What brings you all the way out here?”
“We’re from Fairy Tail, here about the disappearances.” Erza was the one to greet him first. “Were you the one that sent out this request?”
Levy stepped forward, holding up the quest scroll. “According to this, nearly half a dozen young women have disappeared while visiting this island over the past few weeks…”
“Ahhh.” The monk nodded. “I was hoping someone like you would arrive soon. Yes, there has indeed been something strange going on here on the island of late. Come.” He stepped back, and gestured for the ladies to follow him as he pushed open the door to his hut. “I’ll fill you in on the details over a nice cup of tea.”
“That would be welcome,” the redhead nodded, smiling politely as she entered behind him. “Thank you.”
“I’ll say.” Lucy was quick to follow the two inside. “A nice warm drink after that long voyage would be just the thing!”
Levy was right behind her, pen and paper already in hand. “I’m set to get down everything you have to say! I’m sure we’ll solve this mystery in no time.”
“I’ve no doubt.” The monk chuckled, guiding the mage trio into the dining room, where a large round table awaited them. “Please, take a seat. I’ll just fetch the tea.”
The three made themselves at home, setting their supplies down and pulling up chairs. Lucy looked around, noting the simple but charming décor of the room – until her eyes drifted upwards to the ceiling, and she gasped.
“Oh!” She exclaimed with surprise, staring up at the beautifully carved design up above her. “The constellations! They’re beautiful!”
“Why thank you.” The monk returned, carrying a tray laden with cups and saucers, accompanied by a large, steaming teapot. “I put a lot of work into recreating their patterns. The Celestial Spirits are very important to me - I worship them, in fact.”
“Really?” Lucy blinked, suddenly feeling very conscious of the golden keys dangling at her waist. “I wasn’t aware there was a religion based around them…”
“It is not a very large movement,” the man admitted with a chuckle as he set out the cups and began to pour the tea – one for each guest. “But a devout one, where it matters. I admit, I’ve always been fascinated by the forms that the great spirits take. I suspect that those forms have more power and meaning than general wisdom would tell us…”
“I am sure that it’s a fascinating subject.” Erza leaned forward, gently taking up her teacup. “But before you get into it, I must insist we discuss the disappearances first. We could be working with a limited time factor.”
The monk nodded. “Of course, of course.” He slid into his own chair across from the trio. “Then I shall try to give you all the details I can. It all started several weeks ago, when the island was visited by an expedition from Mermaid Heel. I recall that the wind was very cold that evening, and the stars shone with unusually harsh light…”
His story quickly began to drone on, all while the girls listened diligently. After all, with a case like this, any little detail could be the key to uncovering the truth – even if, as they soon began to suspect, this man just liked to hear the sound of his own voice. The atmosphere was relaxing though, and as each woman sipped her tea, enjoying the unusual but sweet flavour, they all found themselves lacking in motivation to hurry him up.
They just sat there, listening as the monk prattled on about celestial alignments and the cycles of the moon, with a polite kind of impatience. Honestly, none of them could really the relevance any of it had to the people vanishing on the island, though none of them were quite rude enough to interrupt just yet. None of them were Natsu, after all. Besides, the atmosphere was very relaxing, the tea was soothing (with just a hint of flavour that none of the mages could quite place), and it felt good to just zone out while the man kept talking, letting the words go in one ear and out the other…
Surprisingly, it was Erza whose eyes glazed over first. Normally she was more disciplined, one of the most focused members of the guild… But today, she just couldn’t help it. Could it be that the trip over had worn her out more than she’d let on? Well, if it had, the other two didn’t really notice – their own gazes dulling at a swift rate, soon to catch up with the redhead’s. Lucy was outright yawning, and Levy, who had been taking notes, was starting to doodle in her notebook. The tea sure was nice though – all three of them continued to drink, no matter how distracted they got.
“Of course,” the Monk continued, his words sailing right over the fuzzy heads of his audience, “when I say I worship the Celestial spirits, I don’t mean that in the conventional way. In fact, I’ve become convinced that the traditional depictions of the spirits contain many mistakes – errors made by the unenlightened. It’s all too easy to see when you take into account those who receive their blessings. Even celestial summoners don’t recognise their true powers, but…”
Lucy giggled to herself empty-headedly, paying just enough attention to what he was saying to note how wrong it was. How silly. She’d met pretty much all of the Celestial spirits in person, and the idea that she didn’t understand their power was ridiculous! Oh, there was no point listening to this nonsense. Smiling, she had another sip of this delicious tea, and let herself zone out completely.
His next words, though, managed to resonate in Erza’s head deeply, even though she’d stopped listening quite some time ago. The redhead blinked slowly, trying to focus her glazed eyes as something pierced the fog that had descended over her brain. What… What was he talking about…?
“Taurus, for example,” his voice seemed to echo in her skull, “is often worshiped as the spirit of the bull – but I find those who are most blessed by the great celestial spirit’s power are often female. Thus, truly, it is the symbol of the cow – a docile, simple beast, but one that possesses great loyalty, and provides a wonderous bounty…”
Oh. Cows. The infamous Titania found herself smiling as thoughts of black and white bovines began to flood her thoughts. Docile and simple… Yes, that was a good way of describing those stupid, passive beasts. Doing nothing but standing around mooing all day. Heh heh… What a funny sound. Moo. Mooooo…
So distracted was she by her contemplation of cattle, that she was oblivious as the air around her began to quietly sparkle with the power of the stars, a transformation as slow and steady as her thoughts starting to overcome her. She’d come on this mission wearing her standard armour, naturally – her practically trademarked chest plate and skirt – though of course, this being Erza, a new outfit was never more than a requip away. But now…
Well, Erza had never shown a cowprint bikini among her many different garbs. In fact, she had no recollection of ever putting such a garment in her equipment collection. But she must have, because as she sipped her tea, that was exactly what her armour was turning into. Hard, shiny metal was softening and shrinking into white and black fabric that just barely covered the woman’s chest, while her skirt was tightening up around her ass and connecting up between her legs to form a very skimpy bikini bottom, losing its blue colouration to get in with the cowprint crowd. In a matter of moments her outfit had completely changed, without a single flash of the requip spell.
She sighed contentedly at the sudden freedom she felt, though the mage didn’t quite manage to pull her thoughts out of their captivation with the word moo. Honestly, it was just kind of a relief to be out of her normal gear – it had been starting to feel really tight around her chest.
Which was because said chest had grown far bigger than it had been when she’d been measured for that chest plate! In fact, it had grown far bigger than it had been when she’d put her armour on that morning – and it was still growing bigger still. With every moment, her breasts were seeming to swell, stretching out her bikini top even thinner than before, slowly and steadily plumping up into very fine udders… And to be honest, she’d started out big already, so she was quickly sporting some hefty heifers, with no sign of stopping their growth spurt yet.
But that wasn’t all. No, the cow-like change coming over Erza’s chest was impressive, but the rest of her body wasn’t far behind. Already her thighs were thickening, fattening up just a touch for a proper bovine butt, while her feet – now completely bare after her clothes had been rewoven – were shrinking and hardening into full-on hooves fit for a member of the herd.
Meanwhile, at the other end of her body, small, pointy horns were starting to poke through her red hair, rising up out of her skull and really bringing this new cattle look together. That was nothing compared to the changes going on inside said skull though.
Erza Scarlet was a sharp, intelligent woman – infamous for her tactical acumen as well as her ludicrous levels of firepower. But you’d never have known that to look at her now. No, no woman with an expression that dull, with eyes that vapid, with a smile that stupid, could ever be mistaken for being intelligent. For while all the rest of her body had been growing out into the lovely curves of a sexy cowgirl, her brain – still quite thoroughly preoccupied with stupid cows – had been shrinking into something smaller. Simpler. More docile.
And as the transformation ended, the starlight around her vanishing, with the symbol of taurus glittering on her forehead for a moment and her boobs finally growing so big they rested on the table in front of her, she uttered the word that confirmed that she had been completely and totally changed, body and soul, for all to hear.
“Mmmoooooo~”
Not that her companions noticed, of course. Lucy had taken to playing with her hair, smiling arrogantly to herself, and Levy was still doodling in her book, though her sketches had begun to take on a much lewder kind of style. The Monk was the only one who seemed to be paying any attention to the redheaded former mage – and while his smile promised that he’d soon be over to tend to her personally, for the moment, he had to help the others with their own changes.
He cleared his throat, continuing his lecture. “Virgo, of course, is the maiden – or, as those who have been blessed enough to see the appearance of her earthly incarnation, the maid. Soft, servile, utterly obedient, a woman blessed by her shapes herself to the whim of her owner, turning herself into a sexy and exotic maid to serve them until the end of their days…”
For some reason, his words got through to Lucy. Virgo was one of her main spirits after all. And since she’d acquired her through fighting her former master, she’d gotten to see every side of the Celestial – including the sides that she’d rather have not. It was certainly true that Virgo took the form that’d please her master the best. And now the summoner couldn’t help but be struck by the other ways she could have ended up. For some reason she just couldn’t get the images of soft, servile, sexy maids out of her head…
Starlight shone down on the blonde from nowhere as her outfit began to change, much like Erza’s had. This time it seemed more reasonable – her green outfit glowing, and then reshaping into a frilly black and white maid’s dress, just like whenever she used her star dress. But something was very different this time. Her star dress had never been the most concealing piece of clothing, but it had never been this revealing. Her waist was totally exposed, showing off her flat belly to the world, her cleavage cut was so deep there was almost no bottom to it, and her frilly skirt hugged her behind so tightly it may as well have not been there at all. Ordinarily, Lucy would have been mortified to be seen in such clothes – but with her mind so heavily occupied with sexy maids, she didn’t notice, and even if she had she would only have gotten turned on by the look…
Her change wasn’t done with just her outfit, though. No, her body had to be brought up to sexy maid code as well! The shifts weren’t as pronounced as the ones Erza had been through, but they were there all the same – her legs growing smoother and more toned, perfect for showing off in the black heels that now adorned her feet. Her chest pushed out a bit too – not nearly to the same extent as the cow beside her, of course, but still enough to give her a proud bust to show off to any guests whenever she bent over to offer them tea.
It was her ass where the real magic was happening, though. While Erza may have had all of her brains sunk into her tits, Lucy was getting the delightfully pleasant experience of having her stubborn will converted into fat for her cheeks. Her daydreaming form rose slightly in her chair, her new dress squeaking as it strained and stretched, her ass swelling out like a pair of juicy balloons hooked up to a pump. Without ever noticing, she’d become a wonderfully bottom heavy maid.
There were still a few more touches to finish, of course. The blonde’s hair styled itself into flowing pigtails, dangling at her sides, as lipstick applied itself to her lips and eyeshadow to her eyes. She was a maid, after all – she had to look sexy for her owner. These were the thoughts sinking into her addled brain, her daydreams taking on such passionate realness that they overwrote her reality, wiping away the Lucy of old and leaving only Lucy the maid, ready to serve her master however he desired, in whatever sexy way she could.
And obviously, to her thoroughly warped mind, the sexiest trait she could have as a maid…
“Ooooh… Zut alors! I am, how you say, zo zorry, Mazter… I zhould have prepared zhe tea myself. I zhall have to make it up to you zomehow…~”
… Was a French accent. Well, she was a Fairy Tail mage after all, it only made sense she was a weirdo too.
The Monk smiled again, seeing the sign of Virgo glitter on his new maid’s forehead as the light around her faded, before turning his attention to his final guest.
“And last, but certainly not least, Libra is-”
“What the…?” Before he could complete his little monologue, however, he was interrupted by a very alarmed sounding Levy. Somehow, the word mage’s head had cleared enough for her to look up from her notebook – and now she was staring at the cow and the maid who had been two of her closest friends with wide, concerned eyes. “G-guys? What’s going on?”
“Moo?”
“Oh, I am zo zorry, would you be wanting more tea now too?”
The blue haired mage stood up from the table with alarm, looking between her friends and the Monk. “It- it’s you! You were the one behind the disappearances all along!”
Seeing that the jig was up, the man just shrugged. “I may have helped a few visitors convert to my religion. They were hesitant at first, but they all saw it my way eventually.” He stroked his chin, pondering his last guest. “I did wonder if I put too little potion in your tea. Still, it should be enough to do the job.”
Levy swallowed, looking down at her empty cup. Oh no. She had to get out of here!
But she’d hardly made it more than a step towards the door before she found herself stumbling, a loud beat suddenly pulsing between her ears.
The Monk chuckled. “As I was saying, Libra is the blessing of rhythm and dance.” He grinned as Levy began to sway. “Yes, a woman blessed by power of Libra will find themselves pulled by an irresistible beat, drawn into a dance that they cannot hope to escape – until even the desire to do so is drummed right out of their head. From there, it’s inevitable that they lose themselves completely, surrendering to the form of a curvaceous and devoted slave girl dancer…”
Wh… What? A slave girl dancer…? Levy’s eyes fluttered as she tried to think. Her thoughts were so cloudy all of a sudden. Every time she tried to get her thoughts together, another beat would pulse through her brain and scatter them all. All she could focus on was the idea of slave girl dancers… graceful, beautiful, and obedient…
Without even thinking about it, the mage’s hands clapped together over her head as she stood up straight, her clothes shimmering in the starlight that surrounded her, her normal dress turning into a set of bejewelled veils and silks that hugged her form, showing off everything while revealing nothing. She was even developing a tan, a line of colour washing up from her toes, over her legs, around her waist and shoulders, all the way up to the top of her head.
A slave girl dancer… She was a… No…
The beat pulsed through her head, and she moved, her hips snapping to the side with a firm thrust. And as they did, her ass swelled up, quickly plumping out to become a perfectly heart-shaped behind. Not quite a competitor for the maid’s bottom-heavy curves, but a firm rival for the cow’s thick seat.
She… She was a slave… N-no…
The beat pulsed again, and she swayed to the other side, shoving her front forward – and as she did, her normally flat chest exploded outwards, large cantaloupe sized breasts suddenly growing out of her cliffside. In a moment and a jiggle, she’d shot up to being one of the bustiest mages in the guild – far behind the former Titania, yes, but easily competing with the slutty blonde with the French accent!
Just as expected from a slave girl dancer!
A smile spread over Levy’s lips as the beat played between her ears, a constant, eternal rhythm that defined everything about her. She moved through it, she breathed through it, she thought through it. She was but a puppet to its eternal song. Its notes demanded her grace as she spun, her silks swirling around her, and fell to her knees, the sign of Libra glittering on her forehead.
“How might this slave serve you tonight, Master?” She asked, her voice husky with desire as she gazed up at the man who owned her.
“We are here for your pleazure, Zir~” The Maid purred, her fingers toying with the frilly edge of her top.
“Mmmoooo~” Even the cow sounded eager!
The Monk looked around between them all. “Hmm. Well now, I was just going to take you over to the ritual hall with the others… But I think I might be able to find a use for the three of you around here.” He rose to his feet and beckoned them all to follow. “Come. Let’s discuss this more in the bedroom.”
The man stepped away, and the trio of former mages followed after him, all eager to see just what he had in mind.
Three more victims had now vanished from the island. And soon enough, more investigators would come hunting to find them. What would happen to those new arrivals, and what would the fate of those already claimed? Only the stars knew. And they wouldn’t be telling any time soon.
