The definition of what a normal life was varied from person to person. For Kyle what a normal life was consisted of was pretty simple- he had to clean up everyone else's messes on a regular basis, go to work, and do much of the same before he came home and wrote late at night, went to bed, woke up, and repeated the same thing.



Kyle weighed around 220 pounds and stood at 5'9. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. The weight he had was largely in his gut and thighs. He wore pajama pants, not one to wear jeans when he was around the house and wasn't going anywhere, and a plain black t-shirt. He sat in front of his computer in front of a text document, though the document looked pretty barren, he was fixing that with writing. Behind him was his bed and right beside him was a bookcase that held various books- largely video game design books, there were some books about writing too, not that he read them.



It was about two in the morning for Kyle as he was in the middle of writing his rough draft, when he heard a knock at his closed bedroom door. He wondered briefly who it could have been, but it didn't scare him that much, more of an annoyance. Only shortly after was there a knocking when the door opened up and revealed...well it wasn't anyone he expected- it was Myu, Myu of all people. Kyle wrote about Myu, Kyle virtually created her, it was...well it half felt flat out strange for her to appear before him like this.



Myu was indeed Kyle's creation; she took it upon herself to break the barrier between fiction and reality. Unlike him, she was about 190 pounds- a bit lighter, but still with a small gut. She had D cup tits and an equine muzzle. Most of her was covered with brown hide, though she had white hands, white feathering on her arms and hooves, as well as a white equine muzzle. She also had a completely dark brown mane and tail, and green eyes that looked at Kyle, all while she wore a purple kimono adorned with gold dragons. "What? Nothing to say?"



"I just..." Kyle found it hard to even grasp how she showed up, then and there. She was one known to...burst in unannounced; she had done it before, but to reveal herself to someone that actually wrote her? "How? You're not even real." He actually spoke casually to her of all things, despite seeing a creature from fiction; Kyle talked as if he wasn't even excited about it. He could feel his heart beat a mile a minute sure, but all of those thoughts that ran through his head told him he must have been dreaming, or perhaps his imagination just went wild.



Myu rolled her eyes at his reaction. "You're pretty emotionless sometimes, you know that? Here." Myu waved a finger around and spun Kyle's chair to turn to her. The chair then zoomed forward on his light brown carpet right to Myu, where the chair froze into place when Myu stuck a hoof on the center of the chair- inches from Kyle's crotch. "A little bit of magic convince you that I'm real?"



Of course Kyle was now visibly nervous. He gulped as he stared those blue eyes of his right into Myu's green eyes. Kyle and Myu were about even for height- Kyle a little taller, but when he sat in that chair, well...he knew height didn't matter; he knew what Myu was capable of. There was no point to run away. Meeting Myu was like meeting a serial killer in a slasher movie, you know something bad is about to happen. Still, he didn't struggle, he didn't jump out and try to hide, and he just sat there in that chair of his. "Yeah...but...why come to me? I mean, isn't it a little...weird?"



"Look Kyle, or should I call you, creator?" Myu smirked down at him. "Kyle it is. You made me. You know what weird is. I actually don't normally do this- I don't break barriers between what's real and what's fake to meet you." She looked away for a moment, as if she looked at someone else. "And I know you don't like self-inserts." She turned back to him. "But the almighty buck demands the two of us meet."



"The..." Kyle thought about it for a moment. He was taking commissions for writing, he recalled a recent commission and... "Oh...crap." He muttered. "But wait...shouldn't I be writing the commission I'm supposed to be in, not actually BE in the commission I'm supposed to be in?"



"Again, look, Kyle." Myu waved a finger and Kyle lifted out from his chair by magic- Myu grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him right in front of her. She held him in the air by just a foot or so in the air, she had to hold him a bit higher than she stood, but hey- she had to get her point across. "Multiverse theory's a bitch. Any television show or book you heard of will explain that.

You ARE writing it. At least, another version of you is writing it right now. As for you though- the you, you? The one I'm holding, you, you? You're in this story. And it's time for some fun."



Kyle was a deep thinker when it came to multiverse. He had seen shows that explained it before- notably shows that explained how a person existed in one multiverse, and also existed in another with minor differences. "Y-yeah...should I comment about how I made a monster and change my last name to Frankenstein, now?" he winced as Myu held his shirt- and part of his skin too. His legs dangled in the air, but he knew it was hopeless. He knew Myu was a herm though, but he didn't dare kick her in the crotch, he knew better than to make her angry. "What are you going to do to me, me, then?"



"Now dear, you made me lawful evil. I don't want to outright kill the person who created me." Myu let go of him and allowed Kyle to drop back down onto that chair of his. "I change them. I transform them into me- so I can exist across multiple multiverses." She paused. "And by that, I don't mean I absorb them, I mean...well...this." Myu leaned down and grabbed Kyle's face. Myu then kissed him, hard, right on the lips. She pressed her equine muzzle close to his shaved face and let the magic flow from her, to him.



Kyle now visibly struggled to pull away from Myu, but it felt like his head was glued, not onto Myu, but just glued into place. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't move his head- he could move the rest of his body at will, but he was stuck there. He felt Myu's tongue that explored his mouth and the magic flow from her right into him. It felt like an energy drink made out of air that filled his chest until it was ready to burst.



Only then, Myu broke the kiss and wiped her arm across her lips. "You're a pretty terrible kisser, you know that." She said with a roll of her eyes. She then took a seat on his bed and crossed her legs. "Now, if you don't mind, I just want to watch the magic unfold- almost literally in this case."



Kyle opened his mouth to ask about what magic, but he already felt like he knew that answer- the magic inside of him that Myu gave him during that kiss. Kyle wrote a few scenes like that- Myu kissed someone, gave them magic, and then that was all it took. She must have done it once more, but to him now. The magic inside of him made him feel like a ten year old who just downed a pound of sugar. His body felt so full of energy that it was hard to contain, and just as hard to control. "Uhn...s...stop..." he held his head and focused onto that energy. Kyle found he could actually control the energy inside of him if he focused hard enough. He didn't know how to get it out of his body, so he instead moved the magic around him instead, he spread the energy evenly throughout his body, which seemed to help his situation and allow him to breathe, but then he just felt that energy build up in his chest again. "W-what's going on with me, Myu?!"



"This is what magic feels like." Myu explained with a shrug. "You get used to it after awhile, but your body courses with magic and...imagine it like chakra. You can feel it flow through you and you can divert it around your body, hell you can even let it out, but it's a constantly building energy within you that cannot be contained, but no, you gave me something special with magic- do you remember what you gave me? One FAULT you gave me?" she tilted her head as she looked at him.



"Everyone...everyone needs faults and weak-ugh." Kyle fell off of that chair and fell down to his knees on the floor. "It- wild magic I think? You constantly build up magic and if it gets too much, then it gets unleashed everywhere against your will. You couldn't have given me THAT much magic, though." It didn't actually hurt Kyle, it was just something in him that he felt that built up and up, even when it spread to his own fingertips, his own fingers felt like they were ready to burst, yet as he glanced at his own hand, he saw it was completely fine physically.



"You don't have much magic in this multiverse, so I gave you a small portion of magic, magic that recharges constantly within you, it builds up within you, but I made this little bit special. When your magic builds up too much, it changes your body to help you adjust." Myu smirked. "And you can see where I'm going from here."



"You don't have to explain it so much in damn detail." Kyle mumbled. That magic inside of him felt like it reshaped him from the inside. He looked down at his bare feet and noticed his foot swelled. It didn't swell so much vertically as it did horizontally. His toes didn't swell either; it was all around his heel. He did feel that foot harden though, and he felt a brief tingling as he lost the nerves in those feet.  They turned black and extended a little larger than a foot long- the new black arches swallowed up each toe until his feet looked like two big round hooves, at the same time, Kyle felt the overwhelming magic slowly waver- at least in his feet, all around the rest of him it still felt ready to burst.



"I know you're not a foot person, so hooves should be no big deal." Myu chuckled. "Good luck fitting those big things into shoes." She put up her own horse hooves- her hooves and Kyle's own looked completely identical- well except Myu's had feathering.



Of course that quickly changed as feathering sprouted from Kyle's ankles and covered just the very top of those hooves- pristine white feathering. "Of course..." he muttered- the rest of his legs quickly shed what hair he had on them, and in the hairs place grew light brown horse hide. Myu didn't see it underneath Kyle's pants of course, but he could feel it- he could feel the warm textured hide that covered his legs, and the magic that finally felt under control down there. He could still feel magic that flowed through those new legs like one being able to feel their own blood flow. "S-so now the crotch?" Kyle knew far too well about Myu's...details between her legs.



"What? Why should we do that now, sugar?" Myu reached down and grabbed both of Kyle's hands. "You like to save the best for last, don't you? Let's stick with that." While she held Kyle's hands, magic flowed from those fingertips of hers, right into his own hands.



Kyle slowly stood up and looked down at those hands of his and hers- her black fingernails stuck out from the rest of that pristine white hand, complete with white feathering. Kyle didn't pull back as he felt that magic flow through his hands, but he just stared as his fingernails turned as black as Myu's, while the rest of his hand turned white as a ghost. It wasn't that his hands were cold, they just became hide covered white hands like Myu's own- a simple process, not nearly as complex as his hooves. He watched the feathering sprout from his arms- just about half a foot away from his hand, and cover almost up to his hand.



Myu finally let go once that feathering came in- now his hands and hers looked identical. "Two down. Now, want to have some fun with your creation before we continue?" She teased. She opened up that kimono of hers JUST enough to reveal a large black equine shaft- the cock stuck out well over a foot long and it was clearly quite aroused.



"N-no...just like you don't like to take sex, I don't really...I'm not a receiver, I'm a pitcher." Kyle responded rather quickly. Sure, Myu could technically be called his fursona, but he wasn't...well, into taking cocks. As much as he hated to admit how beautiful Myu looked in real life, enough to make his own cock throb gently in those pants, he still resisted sexual urges.



"Give it time. You made me a nympho, and that will kick in eventually for you." She said with a dismissive wave. "Anyways, let's take care of that chest of yours next! Your tits are way too small, and nonexistent! Time to fix that." Myu pulled no punches. With Kyle right next to her, she dug right underneath his shirt and grabbed his chest. "Hairy too- you'll never get a girlfriend if you don't shave."



"One, if I did get a girlfriend, I wouldn't show them my chest on the first date- and two, since you're turning me into you, does it really matter now?" Even in the direst of situations, Kyle was still a smart ass. He felt that chest of his flare up with magic on the inside- and he felt that magic as it pushed outwards towards Myu. That chest hair he had shed off of him while the mounds of flesh grew outwards, bit by bit. Kyle could see it underneath his shirt- boobs, tits, whatever one wanted to call the things. They were brown too- much like Myu's own pair. He couldn't see the nipples underneath that shirt, but he knew they were a darker brown. He shivered at the sensations when he felt Myu's palms up against them, too. Unfortunately, Kyle's shirt wasn't built for boobs- by the time he fully formed D cups like Myu's own, his shirt was up high on him, showing off a rather hairy pot gut belly underneath two large womanly tits. "This...this feels awkward." Kyle had to admit.



"At least I know where I get my witty banter from." Myu rolled her eyes. She gave those nipples a squeeze before she let go. "Now, let's make this more interesting. Lose the pants- in fact, lose the shirt and underwear. Then lay down belly down on your bed." She said as she pointed to that bed. It was a fairly large bed- big enough for two people, yet Kyle slept in it alone. Not that he was lonely; it was just a comfy bed with that size, even if it did take up a third of his room.



"You'll punch me if I don't, won't you?" Kyle asked. Regardless of Myu's answer, he did what he was told. He pulled off his shirt and revealed those brown hide covered bare tits. Had Myu wore no clothes, he'd be able to see they looked just like hers. He then pulled down his pants and revealed those toned brown hide covered legs, though his own ass and crotch was still human. He would lie down, back up, just as Myu had instructed, and turned his head to the side. "I thought the magic in me was supposed to change me?" He could still feel that magic that swirled within him, it just felt more...tolerable now- as if that body adjusted to it, if only slowly.



"It does. But a personal touch is SO much more interesting on top of that, wouldn't you agree?" Myu asked. She got up on the bed and spread her legs around Kyle's own legs. She leaned down and pressed her palms up against his shoulders. "We could do this sexually, too. I could cum, and..."



"I'll pass." Kyle commented. He knew far too well where she was going- he made her, after all.



"But you don't even know where I was going with-"



"Yes, I do. You're not treating cum like a body lotion and rub it on me to change me. Just do a regular ‘transforming' massage." Kyle was...well, firm in that statement. Of course he knew Myu could ignore him- it wouldn't be the first time that a ‘monster' turned on its creator, though as mean as Myu could be sometimes, she was also...well, there were times when she was evil, and other times when she behaved decently.



Myu was actually surprised by his statement. Well, almost surprised. "You DO know me. Well, you created me after all." She cracked her knuckles before she put her hands on his shoulders again, and slowly moved her hands down. As those hands of Myu's rubbed Kyle's skin, magic flowed from her fingertips into Kyle's back, and those same fingertips left behind brown hide instead of normal skin on his back. Bit by bit, inch by inch, she changed Kyle's back to match her own back. She scooted back when he got to his rear, where she stuck her thumb and index finger right at the end of Kyle's spine. Like some sort of cheap magician trick, she pulled out a dark brown equine tail from that spine. She combed that newly grown tail with her fingers, and each time she combed it, that tail grew longer. The tail of Kyle's grew until it was almost as long as his legs.

Then she finished that rear of his- turning it brown much like hers. "There. Your back half is done easy enough." Myu moved off of him and to his side, on her knees. "Now, flip on over."



Kyle's back felt so strange covered in horse hide. He also felt like he could move the very base of his spine. It took a moment, but that new horse tail, that tail that he felt so long that it stretched down to those hooves, flickered lightly in the air. He couldn't help but feel that horse rear for a minute, but he did what he was told. "You didn't give me the FULL ass of yours, did you?" he glanced down at his front side- it was difficult to see with his chest, but aside from his legs and hands, he looked like himself on the front half- the back half was totally Myu. "I mean, I still don't even have that crotch of yours."



"What? You want a horse asshole, too?" Myu asked, casually. "And the pussy, and THEN the cock? You sure are impatient." She straddled his legs once more and undid the front half of her kimono and that equine cock stuck out right in front of Kyle's own shaft easily putting his length to shame with her size, despite his own size being about average.

"But I can't blame you. Guys- you always like having big huge cocks, don't you? Meanwhile I'd consider my size MAYBE average when it comes to a horses own length."



"You increase it and shrink it down on a regular basis." Kyle said as he rolled his eyes.



"You role play me doing that stuff, you sick perverted bastard." Myu replied, her tone was dark and her face grimaced, at least that was only briefly before she smirked. "We have more in common than you think. And I'm not talking about the horse parts." She slowly grinded that equine cock against Kyle's own shaft. "You made me this way, you role played me this way, and now? You get to experience it, firsthand." As Myu's shaft moved up and down his cock, Kyle's cock increased in length inch by inch, not just from being aroused by Myu, but it slowly changed. It grew longer, thicker, and darker. A small sheath appeared on the base of that cock too, and it wasn't long before both Kyle's, and Myu's cocks, were the same in length and ALMOST the same in appearance. There was just one thing that had to be fixed. Myu reached down and grasped the top of Kyle's shaft. With her other hand, she opened up her palm and pressed down on the head of that cock. She then released and revealed that she turned that cock into an equine cock then and there. "Perfect. Matching 16 inch long cocks." She teased. "And now for the balls..." she scooted back and leaned down. She grabbed those balls with her hide covered hands, and massaged them.



Kyle couldn't believe it- he couldn't complain about it at the same time, what guy could complain about a larger cock? He saw it's full length- it's black sheen, it's sheath at the base, and he could feel those balls that grew in Myu's own hands, too. "Uhn...god..." he mumbled. That cock aroused from the pleasure of a ball massage, and of course the pleasure that he felt from it when it grew. He knew better than to try to stop her, though. Sure, he could feel that magic that flowed through his body, and how that magic flowed much better the more he took on that equine appearance, but at the same time, he knew Myu was intelligent- she prepared, odds were, Kyle didn't have nearly enough magic to compete with her, and he'd get ‘punished' if he tried, and her punishments were...unique, to say the least.



"I can tell what you're thinking." Myu commented as she turned her fingers and gently grabbed Kyle's balls. She pulled down gently before she let go. "You, of all people, know better than to screw with me. Smart boy." She pulled again as those balls blackened like that cock- and enlarged to the size of an orange each before Myu let go. She then reached up and gently grabbed onto that new cock of his. Myu slowly stroked her hand up and down, while the other hand rubbed the base, and balls, of his shaft. "I can still make this fun, though. You still have a human belly and a human head. You can lose that in a creative way rather than just a simple massage."



"I could be magic resistant." Kyle mumbled slightly before gasping at the sensations of Myu's handjob. He reached down and gripped the bed with those hide covered hands of his own. He knew where this was going; he could already feel that belly of his turning brown and developing hide- except that belly button of his which turned white with horse hide. "Y.you're going to make me use up all of my energy this way." Kyle spoke, through gritted teeth.



"You're going to be me, dear. You'll have the energy to cum ten times over." She leaned down and pushed those tits of hers right onto the identical tits of Kyle's, all while her hands continued stroking and massaging that cock and those balls of his. "Besides, this is MUCH more exciting. You can feel it, can't you? That magic building up inside of you, the last shred of your humanity shifting down to those balls, just ready to burst out in an explosion of white goodness? Go on, let it out. Become the Myu you were meant to be."



From the neck down, Kyle was Myu- he had that dark brown tail, those hooves, and that equine cock. Although he didn't feel that equine cunt- he did feel a warm feeling underneath his balls that built up in pressure, just like the balls themselves were. "Can't...I shouldn't..." at the same time, his body felt so much more magical and powerful. That energy felt so much easier to contain, but that pleasure was so much harder as Myu teased him.



"You know who I am, don't you? I'm Myu. I'm an egotistical perverted bastard, but unlike you, I ALWAYS get my way. And right now my way is to make you cum." Myu gripped Kyle's cock slightly harder. Her thumb flicked that equine tip of his shaft. "So, CUM."



Kyle knew there wasn't any magic Myu was using behind the scene to make him more sensitive- it was just a pure handjob with tits on tits He felt that warmth open up between his thighs which made his legs squirm. It was a small opening and it felt needy, as hot and bothered as his new equine cock was. He knew than that he wasn't technically a he, but both he AND she. Kyle gasped as he felt that pressure build and build before a small amount of precum leaked from the tip of his shaft. "No..uhngh!" he gripped his sheets and his hooves kicked the air as that equine cocked pulsed and throbbed as it came. Wave after wave of his white seed landed directly on that white spot of his belly. As he cum, each pulse and pump of his seed changed his head. The first pump pushed out his nose- the next few pushed out the rest of his face into a small equine muzzle. Once the muzzle was formed, he heard ringing in his ears from the pleasurable sensations of cumming as much as he was as his ears became teardrop shaped, and shifted to the top of his head. Each push of his seed also grew out his hair, as well as it turned dark brown just like that tail he had. One more pulse and he closed his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. He saw green through both eyes for a moment before he opened his now green colored eyes. His face turned brown with horse hide, except a white spot at the end of his muzzle, and his adams apple pushed in, turning those grunts of pleasure, into light moans of pleasure.



Kyle made a mess of seed over himself- he cummed more than he ever had in his whole life, the mess was as big as the white splotch on his belly, but the change was complete. Kyle was no longer a he, nor was he Kyle anymore, he looked, he sounded, heck he even SMELLED like Myu with the barnyard scent. "A...are...we done now?" he said, in a voice that resembled Myu to a T.



"Well..." Myu looked down at Kyle. That dark brown hair on his head that went down to his back, that equine muzzle with green eyes and teardrop ears, those D cup tits with dark brown nipples, that black equine cock that began to sheathe after just cumming on that brown and white belly of Kyle's. Those white covered hide hands, and white feathering on his arms and hoof feet, all with that dark brown equine tail on his heart shaped rump- and of course that feminine slit between his legs, still hot and needy. "You look like me, so I guess we are done here." She got off of him and covered herself back up. "I'll leave you be, then. One Myu per multiverse is more than enough. We don't need to ‘Rick and Morty' it up with many of them. See ya!" With that, a green portal appeared from nowhere and Myu walked through it. She vanished, and the portal vanished as she clearly tried her best to reference that show then and there.



At the very least, Kyle felt that magic was kept under control inside of her. It still felt so strong and powerful, and it also felt like it was building up and becoming more powerful. With Myu gone now, Kyle was able to look over her, and then at the time- it was late, the whole process to turn him into Myu took about an hour and now it was three in the morning. Not even Kyle was often up this late, but she now knew about that magic she had. She wasn't taught HOW to use it, but she knew she could figure it out. "Maybe I can use this to make this world a better place, instead of some perverted stuff that Myu does..." she said to herself. She held a lone hide covered finger in the air and waved it around a few times. She noticed a sparkle of magic that followed behind it, and she smiled, it couldn't be THAT hard to use magic. She could solve world hunger, fix the government, and cure diseases! Once she fully grasped how to use that magic, anyways. Right now, she needed a test subject besides herself. She didn't want to change herself into something and not be able to fix whatever she ended up doing to herself. "Maybe..." she recalled there were friends of hers online that had made requests on occasion, they joked about what they wanted if she really had magic. One wanted to be a bunny, the other would have treated Myu as some sort of deity, and there were still more.



"It's late, but I'll check anyways." It was at least Saturday night, people often stayed up later. Kyle turned on her computer and checked her online messages. She often didn't send very many messages; she usually went on to chat instead, although it had been difficult as of late. If Kyle could figure out how to use magic properly though, she could stay on all the damn time. Well, after solving global issues.

Regardless, the first thing Kyle saw was a message from Berkley. It came a few hours ago, she had meant to get back to it, though it totally slipped Kyle's mind. Kyle knew at least a little about the man behind Berkley, his name, where he lived, okay at least the state where he lived, and...really that was about it.



"I wonder if I can..." Kyle tried to focus her magic into her hand. She felt the energy flow to the palm of her hand. She waved her hand around in the air a few times. A glow started to form where Kyle's hand spun until it formed a complete circle in front of her. Once the circle fully formed, a white flash formed inside the circle and Kyle could make out a Dustin in the state Kyle learned where he came from. Of course it was late there, it was late where Kyle was, and Kyle picked up a sleeping Dustin. Almost right off the bat though, she knew it wasn't the right Dustin. "To skinny...this is going to take awhile." Kyle mumbled. She treated the new window like an app and swiped the picture left. Another one of a Dustin came up, and she swiped left again. "Too old...come on, I saw a picture of you online once, that's got to be accurate...too young, not male, hairs too long..." swipe after swipe. Kyle had no idea there were so many Dustin's. She didn't even question how she was using her magic so naturally like that in the first place. Unknowingly to Kyle, it was merely a fluke, rarely could magic be used so well in the hands of a beginner. Odds were other spells would be much harder, and it would be difficult to do magic like this again.



After a good amount of searching, Kyle had finally found the Dustin she was looking for. Unfortunately for Kyle, he was asleep. "Well, I'm sure he won't mind a wake up call when he sees this..." Kyle swiped right- and then the circle she viewed all those Dustin's in turned into a portal for that one Dustin she had found. Kyle reached in one hoof, and then the other, and hopped through that portal right into Dustin's bedroom. She landed right next to his bed with a soft thud.



It was around then Kyle remembered that she was naked, and still an anthro horse, but anthros simply did not exist in this world, she was the first. "He'll see this, and he'll have to believe me..." Kyle muttered. She walked over to the bedroom light and glanced around at the rest of the bedroom besides him. The bedroom actually reminded him a lot of his own. Dustin had a bookshelf, a desk and a computer, the same egg white walls; a queen sized bed, as well as a window and closet, a closet as big as his bed. Really, the only differences were the placements, and design of everything. Well, that and there was no specific case for video games. "We really do have quite a bit in common..." Kyle commented. She walked over and turned on that bedroom light, with a deep, nervous, breath.



Dustin tossed and turned in the covers once the light was turned on. Eventually, he opened those hazel eyes of his and leaned up. That 5'9 frame of his showed underneath the covers, but above the covers he had short dark brown hair and stubble of a beard. "Who...who turned the lights..." he turned his head to the side, and his eyes widened. "W-WHAT are you?!"



Kyle knew all too well where this was going to head. Dustin would panic, he might have screamed, hit, or plenty of things. She didn't want to put up with any kind of panic, she had hoped he would be calmer, but then again in hindsight, Kyle was the kind that was unusually calm under even the most trying of circumstances.

"Crap. Hang on." She thought about what kind of magic she could use- she realized a...established relationship would work. Myu had done such things before, she had altered space and time itself with her magic, and surely Kyle could do the same. Kyle waved her hand in the air and let that magic swirl around. She merely needed to alter Dustin's thoughts and give them a friendship that wasn't just over the internet. She hit him with a light pink see-through beam that looked like dust in the sun, and let those memories roll in.



Dustin was ready to panic about an intruder in the bedroom, at least until that magic hit him. Dustin could feel those new memories flood his mind about him and Kyle. Sure, the pair had met online and role played, but they had then met in real life one day. The two were definitely uneasy about it, but they met at a public place and then they became quick friends. Dustin's confidence went up, Kyle's shyness went down, and then Dustin recalled both Kyle and Dustin's first kiss with each other, they also cuddled, they slept together, they weren't just friends; they were stronger than friends. Not quite lovers, but better than just plain old friends. "K-Kyle? What happened to you? You look like Myu." At least Dustin didn't panic thanks to those newfound memories. There was something about all of those memories, though. They felt incredibly vague. It was just memories of Kyle and himself and...not much else. It felt more like a hazy dream than a bunch of memories, but at least it was enough to calm him down.



Kyle could feel those new memories in Dustin. "Crap..." she muttered. She definitely overdid the spell in one way, and underdid the spell in another. She only meant to make them friends, not...closer than that! Not to mention, she left out SO many details. How long had they been together? How involved WERE they? Question after question, it was easy to identify it was all fake memories, and she had a feeling Dustin would catch on to that quite easily. At least Dustin identified her as Kyle now, although Kyle couldn't dig into those memories enough to realize how that hap- oh...the pair slept in the same bed that night, of course. At least she got THAT part right. "The real Myu came here and changed me into this. She gave me all this crazy powerful magic, too. So I could uh...I could turn you into Berkley if you wanted."



Dustin had told Kyle about Berkley, even without those new memories, as weird and foggy as they felt. He imagined himself becoming big and powerful compared to what he was now, which was almost the complete opposite- sure one might call him ‘big' at 230 pounds, mostly in his belly, but Berkley was much larger than that. It was more than just size that Berkley had. Berkley had the confidence, the tough gruff, yet still caring, attitude, and an aura of dominance that Dustin lacked. "A-are you sure you can?" Even though he knew Kyle had just been changed into Myu, he was unsure if such things would actually work.



Kyle had to give it some thought. "There's really no harm in trying, is there? I mean, I'm as real as Myu." Kyle reached down and hefted her tits, and then her sheathed cock. "This is all real. I could give you the real muscle like Berkley, the real fat, the...uhm...other things." She said as she scratched her mane. She didn't have Myu's own behavior, but that was definitely a good thing at the moment, all things considered. She could only imagine what the ‘real' Myu would want to do with him. "I'm still kind of new to the magic though, so it might not be perfect." She added. She knew far too well the...memories she added to Dustin. She didn't mean to make the pair a couple like that- and yet she didn't want to try to fix things, who knew what she would have erased.



Dustin was clearly nervous. He turned to the side of his bed, his bare feet dangled over the carpeting. "Alright...I...what do I have to do?" He didn't know how he knew that the creature over there was Kyle, but...what else could it have been? Kyle wasn't in the bed with him anymore, instead there was just that creature that looked like Myu, but she had this sensation about her that told him that she was Kyle. There was no way Kyle could have worn a fur suit either- those green eyes, those large tits, that big package, it was far too realistic to have been a fur suit. Plus, if he was dreaming, he had nothing to lose to say yes, anyways.



Kyle recalled how Myu changed her- it was largely physically with some magic inserted into him. Kyle wondered if he had kissed Dustin and gave him some magic if it would work in a similar manner, but he didn't want to make things complicated, even if he now did have memories of the two doing such activities. "Undress and stand in front of me with your legs spread." Kyle said, instead. "I'll uh...I'll try to change your body that way. It's the first time I'm going to do such things, so I'll go about it slow and steady."



Dustin blushed at the thought, but those new memories...the pair had done this before, plus, Kyle was already naked in front of him- even if he was now Myu. He wanted to keep those boxers on, especially when the thought of becoming Berkley excited him. "I'll...okay..." Dustin stood up and undressed from his plain shirt and pajama pants, as well as his boxers. He was...pretty average underneath. His manhood was of average length, and he was a bit hairy- typical of a guy, all things considered.



Kyle looked over that body. She knew she had never seen Dustin naked before, even with those memories that she had, it certainly conflicted with her own mind- it was no wonder magic was so dangerous in the wrong hands. "Okay...just remain calm and collected..." Kyle walked over to him and took a deep breath. She gently held onto one of his hands with one of her own, while her other hand stroked the top. "I...I'm going to try to change the muscles before the fur." She explains. She does her best to relax while she stroked that hand slowly. The magic flowed from her fingertips onto Dustin's palm. As the magic flowed, Dustin's hand began to change. His hand swelled up slowly and swallowed his nails. His hand grew, and gained quite a bit of power to its new size. Kyle followed up his entire arm. The magic from her fingertips felt like tiny little static shocks to Dustin as she pushed, pulled, and molded that flesh of his. His body acted like silly putty in her hands, she was able to stretch it and adjust it to her whim. She built that arm big, strong, and powerful. The shoulder was bigger than his head by the time she was done, yet it wasn't quite taller than him, it was just extremely thick. It wasn't all muscle though; it was also fat- fat built on muscle. Dustin's shoulder down to his elbow around a foot large in sheer mass, while farther down past his elbow was still much larger than normal hands, it slimmed out down to his hand itself which lacked any nails. "You should be able to pull them out like cat claws at will." Kyle explained, as she now molds that other arm to resemble the newly changed one.



Dustin could hardly believe his own eyes. The thought of him actually turning into Berkley; Kyle was making it a dream come true. He couldn't resist but flex that bicep of his and see just how strong and powerful it was. It reminded him of Berkley, but it lacked the brown fur and green tiger stripes. It was still definitely a step in the right direction, though. "Can we...can we do the gut and legs after this?" He asked, when Kyle finished that second arm of his, he flexed them both. He already felt more confidence surge through him. It wasn't that Kyle changed him mentally, but the idea of actually being Berkley himself just made him feel that way.



Kyle nodded at Berkley. She finished that second arm and patted that new fat and mass he had gained. "We'll have to take care of that height, too." She said. She moved in front of him and kneeled down so that she was waist high. She reached forward to his belly and, much like she did with those arms, she pushed and pulled that gut of his. He already had a small pair of love handles, but Kyle added more fat, just with a simple massage. She rubbed that belly upwards, downwards, and gently pulled it closer to her. As she worked, he grew, in short, fatter. His gut grew so large it was soon impossible for him to see his own feet while he stood. He grew so fat that a pair of moobs grew with that belly, a spot Kyle didn't even need to massage, those moobs grew so large they rested right on top of that belly of Dustin's. Kyle added well over 200 pounds just with a massage, turning Dustin into a 450 pound being- there wasn't as much muscle showing in that gut, it looked largely like fat, but fat that was held up above his crotch. "We also need to age you, too." She commented. "But...we'll fix that once we're done down here." She said, and then molded those legs. She worked them much like she did those shoulders, big, strong, and also large and fat at the same time. Those thighs of his were the most noticeable in change- they didn't grow so big that they rubbed against each other, but it was close- they were almost as big as tree trunks with visible tones of muscle, yet clearly were more fat underneath. The rest of his legs below his thighs slimmed down to his feet, though Kyle added at least a few shoe sizes to help support the rest of that frame of his. Much like his thighs, the rest of his legs were big- they showed muscle tone, but when she squeezed them, they were quite soft. "Now the thing in between those legs..." Kyle said, quietly.



Dustin could still hardly believe it- his body was being built just like Berkley. He wasn't quite the bear/tiger anthro, but he definitely started to resemble what Berkley might have looked like, had he been human. Well, a younger human. "You already know how to use all that magic so well..." Dustin said quietly. "It's...it's a dream come true."



"Don't jinx it yet." Kyle commented between his legs. While her head was still visible, her hands weren't underneath that belly of his. "Still got to make you older, and furrier, and..." she glanced down at his crotch. "Bigger." While this was really the first time Kyle had seen Dustin's...crotch this close up, she had memories of seeing it before. She knew all too well that those memories were faked, and part of her hoped that Dustin realized that, too. He was calm enough that it shouldn't have mattered, but she still didn't want to undo that magic and risk taking away more memories than she would mean.



Kyle grabbed Dustin's cock gently, and she molded it much like she did with his body- She gently pulled it, and when she pulled that cock, its length she pulled out stayed. She gently pinched the sides and stretched that cock out which widened that shaft. Inch by inch, bit by bit, Kyle grew out that cock until it was 13 inches long and 7 inches wide. It was huge by any human standards, as was Dustin. "Now, you got the big part, now the tall part." Kyle put her hands on Dustin's sides, and slowly inched those white hide hands of hers upwards. As she moved her hands upwards, the magic flowed from her palms, and Dustin grew, not wide, but tall.



Dustin could feel that cock grow. He didn't feel Kyle's hands on his balls, but he felt those grow with that cock- and with the pleasurable sensation of feeling that shaft grow, it hardened- its newfound length quickly pressed on that gut of his and made him moan quietly. It just felt so good not to be just big, but also so powerful. Oddly, he didn't feel any sense of vertigo, but he glanced down past that gut as the floor went farther away from him. He then glanced up at the ceiling and saw that ceiling got closer to him. He was getting as tall as Berkley was, a whopping 6'10 height- much taller than what he once was, and certainly taller than Kyle. There was only a few other things to fix. "My species...and my age..." he said quietly as he glanced down to Kyle. He was still shy, though the memories of Kyle and Dustin together helped a bit, as hazy as they felt. "T-this feels so amazing." He couldn't help himself. Once he was fully grown, he just felt that power. He wasn't as confident as Berkley, sure, but he was still so huge and strong. Deep down, he did want Kyle to be back to his normal form, that feminine form just...wasn't for him, but he knew Kyle mentally, and he knew she was still that caring woman she used to be. He couldn't help himself. Maybe it was something about Berkley, or maybe it was something else entirely, but he leaned down, wrapped his hands around Kyle, and kissed her deeply.



Kyle was barely shocked at that kiss; she leaned into it and enjoyed it while her white hide hands inched up Dustin's back. She gently grasped his ears and pulled them upwards. Dustin's body still behaved much like clay in her hands, so those ears moved up. She closed her eyes in the kiss and rounded out those ears. She covered them briefly, and when she released them, they were round ears covered with brown fur at the top of his head. Kyle then stroked the top of his head. The hair on Dustin's head fell and was replaced by short brown fur. Kyle pulled Dustin's face forward and molded out those cheeks, while letting her magic, and her tongue, do the rest of the changes. That black nose Berkley had, the brown fur covered face that almost resembled that of a bear and tigers face combined, those short black stubs of whiskers, and a furrier chin compared to the rest of his face, Dustin got all of Berkley's traits, even those sharp teeth and that tongue of Berkley's. With his head finished, Kyle's hands moved down to his shoulders.



Dustin couldn't believe it until he felt it. He closed his eyes and saw a flash of blue before he reopened those eyes of his. He didn't have a mirror in his bedroom, but he turned to the window and made out part of his reflection. Aside from the rest of his body, he now had that head of Berkley's. The rest of his body was definitely built like Berkley too, and he knew Kyle already worked on that. It made him all the more excited, all the more aroused, to become that bear/tiger he dreamed of being. He only wished he had the confidence Berkley had, amongst other things. Sure, he would look like Berkley, but he wanted to act much like him, too. He continued wondering if Kyle would do that, all while they continued their kiss.



Dustin's shoulders were soon brown and furry like Berkley's, thanks to Kyle's magic and her hands that rubbed also helped encourage the changes. He had more than just brown, though. He had green stripes on the back of his shoulders. As Kyle's hands worked their way down each arm, each hand stroked and rubbed each arm individually, each of Dustin's arms developed that brown fur with green stripes on the back as well. His hands largely became furry, but they still had those black claws he could unsheathe at will. Kyle then stroked his back and gave him that brown fur with green stripes back there, and then his front- where she lifted those moobs and rubbed that gut. Wherever Kyle's hide hands brushed by was where brown fur was left behind. Kyle was through with Dustin's chest and his gut, too. The fur was thicker at the top of his chest, but it thinned down to be largely short fur surrounding that gut of his and along his sides and back. Dustin was complete from the waist up to be Berkley, but Kyle had to break the kiss briefly after. "I have to move down there to continue." She said, quietly. She then kissed down his chest and nuzzled his gut while her hands grabbed his rear.



Dustin nodded at Kyle. He eagerly let her do that work. He turned his head to the side and raised his arm. He couldn't resist and flexed that arm. It showed off that bicep well. He curled his hand and, with a quick flick like an army knife, revealed those small claws of his. "This is really happening." He said quietly, his heart beat rapidly as his other hand reached over and felt that own bicep of his. It was tough, it was a bit squishy, but it was also huge- huge like the rest of him.



Kyle's hands squeezed that rear of his. One hand reached up and gently traced down his spine. As her finger went to the very base of his spine, it actually pulled and lengthened his spine into a tail- a tail that Kyle grew two feet long. It was slim like a tigers own, though it was covered in brown fur with white stripes, much like the rest of his back. Dustin's own rear was brown and furry now, too. Her hands traced down his legs, much like she did with those arms, and changed them to be big, brown, and furry. There were green stripes on the sides of his legs, as well as the back of them, but it just showed off his part tiger body, as well as the big brown bear he also was. Once Kyle's hands reached his toes, she gently lifted one foot up and rubbed her palm on the base of his feet. Where her fingers touched, pads grew. Where her palm rubbed, fur grew. Dustin soon had one large brown furry foot, and Kyle then changed the other. She gave him those big powerful furry legs, but there was one more aspect that needed to be changed- something between his legs. It was big enough, sure, but it wasn't...bear/tiger enough. Kyle felt something deep down as to how Myu would handle such things, but she wasn't quite ready for something like THAT. She was pretty sure Dustin wasn't quite ready, either. "So...I'll just..." Kyle took a deep breath and stood up. She pressed her body against that gut of Dustin's, and kissed him again. She held him closer this time, though. So close that her equine shaft touched his thigh, and his own against hers. She didn't want to get too intimate, just intimate enough to change that very last part down there. During the kiss, Dustin's very last part of him, his own cock, took on an ursine shape. It curved slightly, and small barbs appeared along the sides of it as well, included with its own sheath.



Kyle still had more changes to go- minor changes. ‘Berkley's' cigar, for one, and those glasses, and not to mention Berkley's deep rumbling voice. There was also a matter of Berkley's age. Kyle knew he had to fix that age next, but she wanted to fix those other things, too. "Alright, I'm going to try one more spell for your age and some other things. This one is more um...magical, than it is physical; just let me know when you're ready."



Dustin was curious as to where that last spell would go. She had already used so much magic and changed him so much. He took off his glasses briefly before he put them back on. His vision was still definitely hadn't changed, and he didn't have cigars, either. He kind of wondered how Kyle would pull such things off. "A...kiss for good luck?" Dustin asked.



Kyle smiled up at him and nodded. She wrapped her arms around his gut once more and kissed him deeply with closed eyes. While she hugged him as best as she could, she waved one finger in the air behind his back. Had she been able to see a clock, she'd notice that the clock's second hand ticked faster and faster until the minute hand moved like seconds, and then the hour hand. Faster still, the hour hand now spun quicker and quicker. Kyle intended on adding five years to Dustin's age, unfortunately, she screwed up her magic. She had done it so perfectly when she molded him, but now her magic didn't just add age to Dustin, it added five years to both Dustin and Kyle, five years of living together, five years in their newfound bodies. The world around them began to spin into a blur as the years added onto the pair.



Kyle's first year with Dustin had her doing...a few things. The two were essentially locked up in Dustin's house the first week until Kyle could actually use magic to properly disguise them. It's not that going out was impossible, it was more that they had to wear a LOT of clothes to cover themselves up with, as being anthros in a non-anthro world was something they couldn't get away with, unless it was at conventions. She was able to eventually disguise Dustin as a big tall man so he could go out and work once more, though Kyle...was afraid to go out. She was now...well...a she after all. Going out for Kyle and identifying as a new gender intimidated her quite a bit. She appreciated Dustin's patience through the whole process, and he even understood how she spent more time with magic than looking for a job- it actually helped advanced Kyle's knowledge with her magic quite a bit during that first year. She never used it on anyone else, though. She cast it on other things, she started simple, she turned devices on from afar, and she turned the pages of books, or opened jars. By the end of the first year, she was able to play a two player video game by herself thanks to magic at the other controller.



Dustin could feel the first year of memories. It was much more livid than just the false memories Kyle had created, these new ones felt so real that he could only say that they must have been real.

True, he very much loved the form Kyle gave him, but Kyle not being the best with magic made things difficult. When he spoke about how she got here ‘so easily', she said it was a fluke and that emotions might have had something to do with it. He took an emotional attachment to Kyle fairly quickly. She was kind with her magic. Sure she messed up a few times, but Dustin reassured her about that magic. He soon figured out for himself that the first memories Kyle gave him were a fake, but it was pretty easy to tell, anyways. Now, though? He developed a real attachment towards Kyle when the pair lived together for a year.

His new body was awkward at first outside, but he got a job and he got used to all the stares. It's not that people recognized him as an anthro, but rather his big bulky body wasn't disguised, and that showed off in a crowd. Dustin being the one that gave him income allowed him to build confidence, too, confidence that Berkley had.



The room around the pair as those memories and the year of the pair being together altered and shifted, it was hard to tell, thanks to the spinning, but another bed appeared next to the first one, and a laptop appeared on an end table that also appeared, the laptop belonging to Kyle. The laptop was cheap, but efficient for entertainment. Dustin's bookcase also filled up with some of Kyle's own books that she replaced.



Then, the second year of the pair being together came in. Kyle was finally able to use magic much better. She could disguise Dustin as his old self, so should he pick, but she usually left him big and bulky since that's how he had been going out for the first year anyways. She even finally went out of the house this year and disguised herself as a woman to grab herself a job. She didn't want to use her magic that much at her work though, and with her inexperience, she only got a job as a cashier of all things. She downright hates the job, but more money was never a bad thing. Plus, she was able to experiment with her magic on other people. She did minor changes, really. She removed blemishes from faces, resolved headaches quickly; she tried to help people with minor issues.

Then, she had to deal with assholes. The job of a cashier was full of them, people who complained about how slow she went people who complained about the price of things, people who complained that the coupon SHOULD work, even though they clearly didn't buy the right item. It built up anger in Kyle, enough so that she took it out in a passive-aggressive way. People that complained about her speed suddenly found their cars couldn't go over 40 MPH, people who complained about prices found their wallets missing, never to be found by anyone again. People who complained about women...yes, even they got a slow gender change. Kyle didn't watch them change genders, but she was confident her magic did it to them, as they never returned back to that store.

At the end of the day, she returned home to Dustin, one of the few people in the world she liked. She always came home to a hug and a kiss on the cheek, too. The pair had gotten used to each other and their forms. It allowed Kyle to dress more casually at home while she worked on her magic, and of course, cuddle with him when she needed reassurance for her crappy job, or a misfired spell.



Dustin very much liked Kyle, even more so with the kisses and cuddles at the end of the day. The pair weren't sexually active; a couple didn't have to be that way. Of course he found people that teased and made fun of that form, and of course his job didn't pay quite enough. It made things stressful, but thankfully Kyle was able to restore Dustin's vision with enough magic, so he no longer needed glasses. He did need to smoke with all that stress, though. He recalled the first time he actually tried a cigar- all that coughing, and Kyle commented on how his face was absolutely green. It took him awhile to get used to it, but he soon got into the habit of smoking. He also became gruffer with the behavior he had with some people, but he was able to go to classes and work on getting a degree to become a psychiatrist.

It wasn't easy. Kyle sometimes came home happy, or more often than not, upset. Kisses and cuddles still very much helped, but even so, Dustin could tell that deep down, Kyle changed over the year.



The room around them shifted drastically this time. The egg white walls turned brown with thick wooden logs. The pair had relocated to Montana during that year, out in the woods Montana. It made travelling to work difficult for the pair, but it was a quiet place to be at the end of the day that they could enjoy. Much of the rest of the house and what it was filled with remained largely the same; it was merely the house itself that changed. Kyle had never went back home to get her things. She didn't want to. She wanted to start a new life with Dustin from square one.



As the third year of their memories and life advanced, Kyle's own magic became quite advanced as well. She learned how to transform people, at least close by, into various things. At first, she didn't use it very often- but then there was one time when someone tried to rob her at the end of her shift. She changed that person into a literal ass- nothing but a plain human ass just...sitting there. Of course she ran home to Dustin who comforted her, but it was an event that caused her behavior to change from then on out. She quit her job afterwards so she could advance her magic farther. She was out and about most of the day, largely hanging out in places. She was able to use magic to make her own money, or sometimes she'd transform people into inanimate things and sell them, as well as the stuff they owned to get quite a bit of her own income. Some might have called that evil, but she calls it ‘justified' since the people she transformed were mean, anyways. At least, the people she changed were mean to her. She didn't look into their personal lives.



As for Dustin, thanks to Kyle's magic, and hard work on his part, he was able to open up a therapist's office and become a full fledged psychiatrist. Kyle helped him out on occasion and used spells for hypnosis. He quickly became popular when it came to helping others quit addictions or seek help, or so many other things because Kyle's hypnosis was actually quite real and effective. Kyle still came by whenever he needed, but he noticed how she seemed more distant as the days went by. They still had the end of their days to cuddle and kiss and talk, but a lot of daytime when Kyle wasn't helping him out, she was out doing...well whatever she wanted, Dustin didn't get too much into it, if only because Kyle didn't want to talk about it. Some days, Kyle wasn't around to help Dustin. It made things difficult at first, but he learned to stand alone. If his patient didn't need hypnosis, he could help cure them just fine on his own.



Very little changed around Kyle and Dustin, the room did at least stop spinning and revealed their home in Montana, as well as a much larger bed for the pair to share, which they did for snuggling. A lot of the house was designed to Dustin's taste though, rather than Kyle's own. Kyle still had a laptop set aside near the bed, but just about everything else belonged to Dustin. It wasn't that Kyle didn't have money, it was that she didn't care for material possessions that much now that she had magic. She just wanted enough money to get by with herself. She didn't even need a car at this point, she knew how to teleport with portals. The outside of the home one could see largely lots of trees and a forest landscape, with a dirt road that led up to the garage. It was out in the woods, just like the pair enjoyed.



The fourth year came and went in a flash, but the memories stuck. Kyle was as good with magic as Myu was by this point- she didn't need to study much, but she did meditate to help relieve her of stress after using a large amount of magic to do something. She had changed quite a bit mentally, too. She had considered her magic to be superior to anyone and everyone. She was better than everyone, this was a world that lacked magic, but she was the exception. She had magic, and a lot of it. She even changed people over the internet that wanted different lives. She changed her name to Myu, simply because it felt more fitting than her old name.

She did multiple things around the world, she influenced governmental decisions, travelled multiple places she never could have as Kyle, and generally had a good time. It wasn't without its challenges, although a lot of it was mental. Myu had to make sure her spells were set up just right, and she was quite a bit of a perfectionist about it. If she wanted to add memories, she damn well had better make sure the gaps were filled with the rest of their history so it all made sense. Life was actually still stressful, if only because Myu blames herself about how she could have done better in certain situations, but that was the only thing that kept her humble, that...and Dustin, or Berkley when he changed his name. Myu did whatever she could to never upset Berkley with her magic. Whatever she did, if it affected Berkley, she asked first. She still helped him out with hypnosis and his job, but if only through an enchanted watch she gave Berkley one Christmas.



Dustin changed his name shortly after Kyle changed his. He was quite appreciative of the enchanted watch for hypnosis; it made his job much easier without her, which considering she wasn't around as much except at night or holidays, was probably a good thing. It wasn't bad for the pair to be apart so much, it actually kept the relationship healthy by not being together for long periods of time. He knew she was always there at the end of the day and wouldn't upset him intentionally. True, he didn't like Myu's new form; he liked Kyle's body build better, but by now? It was a lot of emotional love, rather than physical.



There was only one minor change this time, although as small as the appearance change was, it was significant to Berkley and Myu. Two small rings appeared on their fingers- rings that resembled wedding rings, gold with small diamond tips.

Myu had already stated she didn't want to marry a man, she was still Kyle deep down, and Kyle wasn't quite into the idea of marrying a man, but it was a strong symbolic relationship between the pair nonetheless, even if it wasn't quite a real marriage, Myu was still comfortable enough to call Berkley a mate.



By the fifth and last year, Myu's magic had been perfected. She knew how to help out with major disasters, disease, riots, one could name a bad event, Myu could help stop it. She couldn't downright prevent things from ever happening, but she knew how to deal with them. It almost made her a super hero, that is if she didn't go out and transform people into other things, from changing their species, to a new pair of panties, and even a new cock transformation, Myu was just as much of a hero, as she was a villain. The stress came from the police that she had to deal with often. Magic wouldn't always cut it with them; she sometimes had to get by with a stealthy approach and no magic. She also got into sex more often, simply because she could get away with it, but not with Berkley. It's not that she didn't want any intimacy with Berkley, but rather he was virtually the only person that Myu would respect when it came to his boundaries and desires. She was almost comparable to Myu, if it weren't for Kyle that kept her humble and prevent huge changes to multiple people at the same time.



Berkley was full on Berkley now. Ever since Myu fixed his vision and he had cigars and whiskey on a regular basis, he also had a deep rumbling voice. He was also full of confidence, and a tuff, gruff behavior with gentleness deep down. He still spent the nights with Myu, and very much enjoyed it too. Myu wouldn't talk about magic much, and Berkley wouldn't talk about work. It was an agreement between the pair not to get such things involved at home.

Berkley looked forward to ending work every night. He'd come home, sit down on the couch and watch television with a beer in one hand, and a cigar in the other. Myu would come home shortly after and lay on the couch with her head on his gut. She'd tease him about it on occasion, but it was all fun and games. It was a simple life for the pair, and neither of them could be happier.



Once the full five years of both time and memories passed, Myu smiled faintly at Berkley. She glanced up at a clock and noticed the time read 10AM. "Well..." she said, quietly. She put a finger on his chest and traced that fur gently. "I should probably get going, and so should you. Got a long day ahead of us." The back of her head hurt, she swore she just cast a spell minutes ago, but she couldn't recall what it was, nor what was so drastically different.



Berkley was a bit confused too. He swore he didn't live in Montana five minutes ago, but those memories, and that history, told him otherwise. They were memories he didn't want to forget, and history he didn't want to be fake. Their surroundings, and even Myu herself down in front of him, told him that the history must have been real, and that just made him grin. "Yeah. You have a good day, alright?" Berkley said in a low rumble with a grin down at her. He hadn't had a cigar yet- he just remembers waking up to Myu.



Myu nodded up at him. "You too." She then pulled his head down and gave him a deep, loving kiss. Their arms embraced each other and Myu teased that rear of his like she always did. She was only slightly confused at what happened, but everything was too real for their history to be false, and for their memories to not be real. The longer the pair remained the way they did though, the longer they kissed and held each other, the happier Myu felt on the inside, and the more real and solid that history of the pair being together felt. Deep down, something still felt so off, but that kiss just felt so right.



Berkley happily returned that kiss. His own mind felt something off too, but the longer he kissed Myu, the longer his arms wrapped around her small body, at least, small compared to him, the more right it felt. By the time he broke the kiss, nothing at all felt wrong. Everything about him, everything about Myu, it just felt so right. Those five years together with Myu were the best five years he had, and he knew there were many more years ahead for the pair, and he very much looked forward to each and every day with her. 