“Fascinating.” A moogle held up a purple-colored liquid. The moogle held up a purple liquid. “And you’re telling me if I drink this, I’ll gain… how much magic power do I gain out of this, Myu?”

“All the magic you could ever desire.” A herm equine chuckled at him. “See, it does transform your body a bit, but it will increase your magic to far more than what a moogle can cast, and I’d be more than happy to teach you how to use such magic responsibly, Erakir.”

Erakir studied a lot of healing magic as a moogle, but he was a moogle that always wanted to better himself. He’d read countless books and tried out countless spells, only to discover that there was one thing keeping him from becoming a great sorcerer, and that was his moogle body. Moogles, humans, all creatures had limitations on how much magic their body could handle, but Myu promised him a way to change that. She had already shown just how powerful her magic was, and he had to admit he was very impressed with her magic abilities. He didn’t know her limits, but he could only imagine they were vast. “Well, if it’ll make me better at magic, I’ll do it.” He said with a confirming nod. “There uh, there is a way to undo this, right? Or at the very least, disguise myself as a moogle if it transforms me into something else?” He wasn’t sure what he might become, but surely it wouldn’t be hideous… even if it were, cloaking spells did wonders.

“You’ll be able to disguise yourself as whatever you want.” Myu leaned onto the counter. “If you’re unsure, you can pay me after it takes effect. I know how such a claim for powerful magic is too good to be true, so if you drink it and it doesn't work then the most you’ve wasted was time. In any case, do it soon, because I’ve got other shit to do today. I got a patreon that needs running.”

Erakir let out a quiet sigh. He wanted to have more magic. If it was free, what did he have to lose? Moreover, with the magic he had, he identified the drink Myu gave him to indeed be something to enhance magic and, as far as he knew, it wasn’t cursed. Then again, he had been known to roll nat 1s before. “Alright, sure.” He popped open the cork of the vial and proceeded to drink it. He drank the entire thing in little more than a few gulps and wiped his lips. He barely bothered to taste it in detail, but from what he could feel brush along his tongue, it tasted like very sweet grapes. The moment he emptied it, he let out a deep belch, and a hint of sparkling purple gas floated out from his maw. He quickly covered his lips and lowered his big moogle ears with a blush on his face. “Erm...eh heh… that was some pretty powerful stuff. When do I start feeling the magic happen?”

“It’s already starting to get into your system.” Myu explained. “But if you want it quicker, you have to start casting some spells! There are all sorts of spells you can cast, but I think a spell to transform your body will be great. If you do transform into something as a result of too much magic, you’d want to undo it, wouldn’t you?”

Erakir had expected to transform into something already, but as he looked down at his body, he saw everything normal about his moogle self. His purple coat, striped shirt, blue pompom and hair, brown shoes, and his signature scarf. He was as normal as he was before magic filled his body. “Yeah, uh…” Of course, he was a moogle, and moogles were perfect! What form would he want to try? “Do you have any ideas?”

“Let’s start with a few things at a time. How about hooves instead of paws?” She suggested and raised her bare hooves. “Equine hooves make walking so much easier. There is the matter of shoeing, but that’s just a minor detail. You can still save so much money! Just think of it, how much do you spend getting your shoes repaired, or getting a new pair? Wouldn’t it be better not to have them? They may have special stats, but you have enough magic that you don’t need to worry about that!”

Erakir glanced down at his brown shoes, and then Myu’s equine hooves. She had a point that he wouldn’t need shoes if his magic was truly so powerful. Plus, her hooves did look kind of interesting. “Well, I can try it.” He kicked off his shoes and wiggled his bare moogle paws. He was familiar with the concept of spellcasting before, though transformation spells were still a bit new to him. “So, I just cast a spell and then watch the magic happen? Is it like the other spells where I just focus and cast?”

“Pretty much.” Myu replied. “If you go too far off track I’ll help you out, but for now let’s see what your magic can do for you.”

Erakir took a deep breath and focused. Magic came naturally for him with how long he used it, but transformation magic was just something he had so rarely done. Even when it came to his clothes, he’d let someone else disguise his clothes as something else. He pointed down at his paws and watched in amazement as his white fur slowly shed from his paws. His digits merged and he lost the feeling in his feet. His heart pounded with fear and excitement. The transformation spell worked so swiftly that he barely had to try at all! His paws hardened as they turned black and lost every bit of his fur. He raised one hoof and touched the ground. His ears flickered at the gentle clop they made. “That’s amazing!” He barely felt his mana drain from a spell to change his feet. He felt a stirring between his legs, though he wasn’t sure why that was as he wasn’t normally into hooves. He just dismissed it as a side effect from having so much magic.

“No, that’s a hoof.” Myu chuckled. “Anyways, you see how effortlessly it can transform you. Now, you want to go a bit farther? Hooves are nice, but there’s so much more you can change about your body.”

Erakir’s mind immediately went back to his clothes. “Can I transform my clothing to be something else?” He asked. “I mean, transmog it, glamour it, whatever the term is?” His clothing was signature to his form, but if he was going to transform, then he figured he should alter that too.

“As effortless as changing your paws into hooves. What kind of clothing were you interested in?” Myu herself wore a purple kimono adorned with golden dragons on the side. Unknown to Erakir, she wore little else.

Finding the perfect clothing on the spot was difficult for Erakir. He’d probably spend hours transforming his clothing in front of a mirror and look at himself to see if he liked it. He had to keep his signature scarf, but the rest of it could be whatever he wanted. He looked at Myu’s kimono, and something in the back of his head said that it could be interesting for him. It would be excellent practice to merge all his clothes into one piece. Though the outfit was a bit feminine, he knew there were male counterparts to such a thing. Without even asking Myu, he tried the spell.

Erakir’s leggings seemingly ripped from his legs as they expanded. His scarf pulled down into his jacket as it wrapped around his body, and his shirt ripped as it blew up and merged with it. His clothing changing while he was wearing it felt so bizarre, almost as if he was wearing nothing momentarily, though the jacket expanded downwards, swallowing his leggings and covering him front and back. He could feel himself wearing nothing underneath the jacket as it was transforming and covering his body from neck to hoof, even taking away his scarf, though that was unintentional. “Hah!” He barely felt a twinge of his magic drain from changing his clothing, and it changed so easily. Erakir could feel a magical high from transforming his paws and his clothes. He had a visible erection between his legs that showed in the changing jacket. 
His jacket developed small curves and a small cloth wrapped around his waist as it changed into a purple kimono like Myu’s own, just much smaller. Gold dragons appeared on the side of his new outfit, though that was also unintentional for him.

Myu smirked. “I’m flattered you like what I wear, unless you were just thinking of the first thing that came to mind for you. I can also tell you really enjoy transforming.”

Erakir blushed underneath his white fur. He kicked the ground with his hooves. It was true. His heart pounded hard, and his breathing was heavy. He didn’t know why he was so much into transforming himself, he just was. He could only best describe it as a fetish inside him that awoke when he drank that magic potion, though he wasn’t going to question such a good feeling. “Maybe a little. Is it bad?”

The equine shook her head. “I don’t kinkshame transforming. I love it too. In fact...” She had an erection herself, a much bigger tent than Erakir’s own, though it was to be expected. Erakir was a moogle, Myu was a horse, a horse with a cock bigger than a moogle was just… normal. “You could say I’m totally into it. Now, what should we change next about you, my little moogle?”

Little felt almost like an insult at this point to Erakir. Myu had a cock bigger than his! True it wasn’t a competition, but he could transform himself now. He could give himself a cock to rival hers without any negative side effects. He didn’t even pause to realize how such thoughts were unnatural for him before he replied. “I’m going to change my cock to be even bigger.” He said with confidence, whether Myu liked it or not!

“Oho, our moogle is getting cocky, and in more ways than one, I like it.” Myu nodded. “Well, as a famous man said, if you’re going to transform yourself, then transform! Don’t talk!”

Erakir pointed at his shaft but paused before he cast a spell. He could just point at himself and transform his body, but what fun was there in that? Pointing and changing worked to an extent, but he could have much more fun if he was more in depth with his changes. He pulled his hands into his kimono and reached down to his cock underneath his clothing. He let out a shudder as his hands grabbed onto his shaft and he began to stroke it. No wonder Myu liked her kimono so much, she could masturbate underneath it! Granted, it was hard to hide his masturbation as his body shook and one could see movement underneath his kimono. Magic flickered from his hands and onto his shaft as if he were generating static electricity, though only strong enough to tickle his shaft. His cock pulsed and throbbed heavily, and as it throbbed with the quickness of his heart; he could feel that cock grow. The tent between his legs grew bit by bit as his penis swelled, including his very testicles. ‘A giant moogle cock is good, but a little silly… how about…’ It was impossible to see the changes underneath his kimono, but feeling it was all he needed.
A medial ring appeared halfway around Erakir’s cock, complete with a sheathe to hide his shaft when he wasn’t so aroused, though his testicles had more than doubled in size which were a bit hard to hide. He wasn’t going for a horse cock big enough for his body though no, he was going to get a cock just like Myu’s, and the same size as her shaft, too!

Erakir continued stroking his cock as it transformed and grew bigger and bigger. He didn’t care that his kimono was so small compared to his growing cock that the tip of his shaft. By the time his cock finished growing, it was so hard to contain himself that he came from his newly grown cock, just as the tip flared. He felt his leathery balls tremble as he came, his shaft gushing seed onto Myu with pump after pump. The fact the little moogle could still stand as he kept cumming was nothing short of amazing. Pleasure surged through his body during the orgasm as pure white seed escaped from his shaft. After nearly half a minute, his cock slowly stopped cumming. Erakir’s body trembled with arousal while his shaft slowly inched back into its new sheathe. “K-kupo…” He mumbled as he fell backwards.

Myu didn’t seem to be bothered getting soaked in Erakir’s cum at first, though once he finished his massive orgasm, she used a spell to wipe herself clean of his seed. “I swear that happens every time someone enhances their cock.” She crossed her arms and sighed. “But… it’s a good sign you’re having fun changing your body at least.”

Erakir had a passing thought in his bliss that was post-orgasm. He wondered momentarily why he was even a moogle. Horse hooves were so much better for his feet, just like a horse cock was so great to orgasm with. He could use his magic to give himself endless orgasms if he so wished! Maybe he could absorb someone into his cock and have them orgasm! It was only right to share such massive pleasure with others after all. His mind slowly came back to him, and he nodded up to Myu. “Y-yeah... “ 

“Well, you have the cock of a horse, you have the hooves of a horse, you want to keep going? Or you want to become some sort of chimera?” The equine smiled down at him. “You’ve barely tapped into your mana reserves. Heck, you could wind up like me and wind up with wild magic if you don’t cast enough spells.”

“Wild magic?” Erakir had heard the term before, but the meaning varied from time to time. “What’s that? Casting spells wildly around?” He imagined just throwing random spells haphazardly and enjoying the effects. He was never the sort of moogle to love such chaos, but the thought seemed to excite him more than usual.

“It’s a curse. A body can only contain so much magic within it. It must let it out. Think about orgasming like eight times a day. You can’t stop cold turkey, or you go blue balled, literally. You MUST keep going, just like I must keep casting magic. Long periods of time without it can prove deadly. It sounds like a minor side effect, but if you’re trying to hide from, say, a paladin for long periods, then it can be tricky.” She explained. “But enough about that, what do you want to change about your body next?”

Erakir loved having a cock like Myu’s own, and hooves like her too. His mind wandered about his body and hers. If he really had so much magic, could he really stay as short as he was? True that there were creatures with much more magic that were smaller than him, but if he were getting as much magic as Myu claimed, and as much magic as he felt he had, then he was not likely going to be able to stay so short. “I guess...I kind of want to change my height?” He said with a confirming nod. Moreover, with a cock as big as he had, it would make sense to be bigger. A moogle with such a giant cock felt… well appropriate in some ways, but mostly perverted, which was one reason why it felt good. Still, his current height just didn’t feel right. Maybe the magic was just an excuse for him.

“Then change it.” Myu chuckled. “Although, I can never say I’ve seen a moogle that would be as tall as I.”

Erakir immediately thought that Myu had a point. Maybe he could become something better than a moogle. After all, he could always change back, and moogles did feel so… weak. He cast the spell on himself and felt a sense of vertigo as he grew taller. He grinned as his height grew, and his size was proportionate to his body, making him look as if he really were becoming a large moogle. His smirk was almost that of a sinister look, but he was truly excited. He could now look down upon his friends and transform them too! Maybe they’d be happy to be part of his body. Maybe he could merge them onto his cock, or his ass. Yeah, they’d like that… he didn’t bother second guessing his logic. Why would he? He was My...Erakir. His clothing grew with his size, and in a matter of moments, he was the exact same height Myu was, six feet tall. “Oh, this is cool.”

Myu nodded. “A little plain to grow to a normal height, but if you like it, then you like it. You’re looking more like me with every passing moment, you know that?”

That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, Erakir figured. Myu was being very nice to him after all. Besides, the body of a horse looked so much better than a moogle. His pompom kept getting in the way of his height, and Myu’s body just looked so… sexy. He could feel his cock throb again, though he kept his shaft the same height as before when he first changed it, leaving it large, but not so much so that it’d block his vision.

“So, what do you want to change next about that body of yours? You’re a big moogle with a horse cock and a few other horse traits. Do you want to do anything else with yourself?” She chuckled.

Erakir could almost tell what Myu was thinking. Myu was thinking to herself how silly he was being a full-sized moogle. It was true that he felt a little ridiculous as a moogle at the same size as she was. He had a few horse traits, sure, but he was essentially a giant moogle with a horse cock, and it just felt… strange. Maybe he could change his species to something, but to what?
‘I already have some horse parts… maybe…’ He thought to himself before he spoke the rest of his answer aloud. “Maybe I can become a horse like you?”

“By all means, feel free. Become as much as me as you like.” Myu said with a nod, and then a grin. “If you start a patreon like mine though, I want a cut of the profits!”

“That’s your end goal isn’t it. Twin everyone to be just like you and make them start patreons, and then take some of the profit they make.” Erakir teased. Unable to help himself, he cast the spell and watched as his white fur retracted into his body to form hide, though the same color as his white fur. His pompom pulled upwards before it fell back against his head and formed a blue circle on his forehead, right below his blue hair.

“Oh no, you’ve totally figured it out! Well, getting everyone in the world on it would be nice too. Can you imagine if everyone became Myu and gave me even a dollar a month!” She giggled. “But enough advertising. You make a… well… an okay horse.”

Erakir’s jaw dropped as it pulled out slightly into a muzzle, but a half one that an anthro might have, not a full length one a feral horse would. He grew a blue colored tail to match his hair, and he looked like a white hide covered horse, a male one at that. Still, something about his form didn’t feel quite right, but he was right about the species he wanted to be. “An okay horse? Come on, I’m downright sexy!”

“You’re okay looking for a horse. But you’re not like me. You’re not a herm.” Myu shrugged. “Don’t you want to know what it’s like having a cunt? I mean, I never allow sex with mine, but you can imagine having a cunt and getting to experience both forms of sex, can’t you? You have enough magic to spare to make you male and female. Besides…” She grinned and held up her tits. “You can have a pair of these AND a cock if nothing else. Boobs alone make becoming a herm SO much worthwhile. You can give yourself a tit job!”

Erakir looked down at his body, and then at Myu’s. The more he looked at Myu’s body, the more she seemed to have a good point. Having tits did sound wonderful to have, and giving himself a tit job? Making himself orgasm sounded wonderful! Moreover, cumming sounded like the best way to expel all that extra magic his body was producing, and it’d be so pleasurable at that. He could already feel the magic begin to accumulate more in his body, as if he had that exact same curse Myu had. He had to cast another spell, and quickly at that! ‘Yeah, a herm sounds good, but do I really just want to cast it and be done with it? Why not…’ Erakir moved his hide covered hands down behind his large horse testicles and stroked the spot between his rear and balls. “So… I just… uhn.” The hands-on approach to giving himself a new sex felt so amazing. He rubbed the spot behind his balls and opened a feminine slit. As he did, his body took on the curves of a voluptuous woman while keeping his large equine cock. Erakir’s breast pushed out into A cup tits, then B, slowly expanding to D, just as big as Myu’s were. He leaned back and panted heavily as his fingers toyed with his new feminine slit. He felt how wet and sensitive it was, and as he toyed with it, his eyes locked onto Myu’s body. Without realizing it, he was taking on the exact same curves as she had. His cock pulsed with arousal and, unable to help himself, he thrust his fingers deep into his cunt and experienced another orgasm, this time spraying his hand with his feminine fluid and cumming from his cock at the same time!

While his orgasm wasn’t quite as powerful as before, his shaft sprayed his seed all over himself, cumming and soaking his own large cock and a bit of his chest, just as he finished taking on a look that strongly resembled Myu, minus the fur color, changing him into a her.

“Well, well, well. You look much sexier like that. How do you feel?”

Erakir had to take a moment. One orgasm was strong, but two at the same time was a sensation she had never experienced but would love to have happen again. “I feel…” She paused; her voice was still very similar to her moogle one. She reached up and pushed her Adam’s apple in before speaking again, now with a feminine voice that also sounded like Myu’s own. “I feel great. Fuck. I never imagined I could cum and use that as… to get rid of my excess magic.”

“It is a creative way. It’s also a very good way to transform others during sex. You focus the magic on what you want, you orgasm it out, and then they change as you cum. It’s just a beautiful feeling.” Myu smirked. “I can show you firsthand what that’s like, if you want to see…” Her own cock bobbed eagerly as she looked at Erakir’s new form, now that of a herm horse, though with white and blue hide.

The more Erakir looked at Myu and herself, the more she slowly thought of something. She really was becoming more like her. Then again, she wouldn’t call that a bad thing. Myu was sexy, and moogles were… Well, an occasional humping of a moogle’s ass here and there was great but being Myu was far sexier than being a moogle any day! She’d rather be Myu than a moogle! Heck, she’d rather be Myu than Erakir! “It is tempting, but I don’t know.” While she was most certainly becoming like Myu, she was also mentally thinking like her. Having her cunt penetrated? It… it was tempting, especially from herself, but maybe she could fuck Myu instead. They were both herms, after all.

“Maybe you just need some more… temptations?” She smirked. “You already look so much like me, you’re beginning to act like me, why don’t we go the whole nine yards and finish off your transformation? I can see it in your eyes. You love having all this magic. It’s a lot to bear, but you can handle it. You just need someone to kiss, someone to fuck, and maybe someone to become this.” Myu poked Erakir’s shaft. “And that’ll make you feel so much better.”

‘Fuck, I can absorb someone into my cock like Myu did in that one story. Hell, I could technically make that story a reality. I could absorb someone into my tits or my ass, hell maybe I could do the hoof thing… eh… maybe if someone paid me enough. The cock for sure though!’ Erakir thought with a shudder of excitement, unknowing just how much like Myu she was really thinking. “Heh, well like you just said, you are pretty sexy. Better looking than any moogle out there.”

“Better looking than anyone out there.” Myu corrected Erakir and gave her a deep kiss. She closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around Erakir’s equine body, giving her rear a gentle squeeze in the process.

Erakir was surprised, but it was a welcome shock. She kissed Myu back with a grin and gave her rear a squeeze too. Myu’s hide felt so warm and nice. Their two cocks pressed against each other, and she could almost feel their very hearts in sync through the pulsing of their shafts. Yes, becoming just like Myu, that would be best. She let the magic flow through her as her white hide turned brown with just a few white splotches. Her hair turned a dark brown, just like her mane and tail did. A few curve adjustments here and a voice change later, and she looked exactly like Myu. No, she was Myu, a different Myu. She just didn’t quite have all the memories and not quite the mindset of Myu, but she had a strong feeling that Myu would be willing to help her out with that. “Why don’t you… go fuck yourself?” Erakir teased with a grin. She was still hesitant to having a cock in her cunt, but her body trembled with how anxious and needy she was.

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” Myu gave Erakir another kiss. She shifted behind Erakir and pressed her flared tip up against Erakir’s equine cunt. “Besides, you’re not COMPLETELY like me yet.” She slowly slid her shaft up into Erakir’s new nether folds, pushing into her warm inviting entrance. “But you will be.”

Erakir moaned lewdly as the equine cock pushed into her cunt. She forced herself down onto Myu’s shaft, her dark velvety curtains parted for her eagerly. The moment she felt Myu’s cock enter her, she felt a flood of memories in her mind, thoughts of herself as Myu. No, she really was becoming Myu now! She still had Erakir’s thoughts in her mind, but that moogle was weak. Myu was strong! Myu had the magic that often rivaled that of a goddess, and that was who she was! She kissed Myu again between the moans while she rode Myu’s shaft.

“Why don’t you tell me.” Myu hugged Erakir’s tits and kissed her cheek. “Tell me what your name is. Tell me who you are.”

Erakir knew that answer, but she also knew what Myu wanted to hear. She was still Erakir deep down, but no, Erakir was weak. She was born anew. Maybe she was Erakir once, but now she was something different. Her cock throbbed and pulsed harder and quicker with her heart, still perfectly in sync with the Myu fucking her. No, she wasn’t Erakir anymore. Now she was… “I’m Myu!” She cried out before she deeply kissed Myu, slipping tongue in just as she came. Her massive cock pumping and pulsing her seed and magic freely into the air. She didn’t care, she had more than enough magic to spare, and being fucked by a Myu felt so good!

Myu kissed Myu back and orgasmed herself, perfectly in sync with Myu. Her shaft pumped her seed deep into Myu’s womb. Pregnancy? Only if Myu wanted it, either one of them for that matter. Myu pulled back after she came and grinned at her. “Mph… fuck. Fucking myself is always so damn good. Well, now that you’re me, what do you want to do next?”

Myu eagerly agreed that getting fucked by a Myu felt so damn good. She’d love to do it all day in all sorts of positions, perhaps even getting creative with where she got fucked! Still, there was something she really wanted to do. She pulled herself free from Myu’s cock and let her cunt drip freely with Myu’s seed before she grinned at her. “Let’s go clubbing. I’d love to find someone to turn into my cock.”

