Minotauress - Story Rendition
Fan Fiction
Sandaled feet raced across the savanna, bound pigtails shifting with each stride while the chest rose up and down with each strained breath. Her tail waved back and forth while she hurried forward across the plains. The heart was racing, but she could not take a rest yet. Bestial ears twitched at the distant sound that echoed behind her sending a chill down the spine.
It was the wretched sounds of the undead.
She dared not look over the shoulder in fear of becoming paralyzed by the sight. Dozens if not hundreds of foul undead creatures were marching across the savanna. All were the works of the Lich Cerdrych who casted his foul shadow across the entire region. It was why the savanna was so quiet. The animals have long since fled the region upon catching a whiff of the undead legion. Anything living spotted would be mercilessly slaughtered by these undead.
Gritting her teeth, Reina knew what fate be in store if the undead caught her all too well.
Her tribe, her entire family wiped out by the Lich Cerdrych.
The people of the Aurochsen, her people, had lived in relative peace for ages until the Lich Cerdrych turned a baleful eye upon them. He coveted the secrets and powers that been kept secret by her people. So he sent his undead legions to ravage the lands to tear the secrets out through screams and tears. Sensing the warmth of life, they would tirelessly follow until they snuff it out and destroyed everything. What happened to her tribe was only the start of his campaign of terror.
She had lost everything to his greed. All her hopes and dreams were lost and only rage and retribution remained. There was a method for her to exact justice. A method she used despite her knowledge of the consequences. The Aurochsen were not entirely defenseless, though the power to stand against this threat came at a dire cost. It was a cost that Reina was already paying, but still it was not enough. She needed more to stem this foul tide which has brought her to this desolated area of the homelands.
“Ancients guide me,” She prayed to herself.
The voices of the Ancients echoed in her mind guided her here. After the destruction of her tribe and family when she chose to pay the cost to become a guardian to her people, they’ve become bonded together. It granted her the wealth of experience and guidance, but also threaten to subsume her completely in their collective. The prospect still frightened her, but nonetheless their guidance and knowledge was necessary for her to exact vengeance and protect the people.
In this desolated place treated as sacred grounds by the Aurochsen, there rested a weapon. No tribe could enter this place or retrieved the weapon because of taboo. Only the sacred guardians of the Aurochsen, the Minotaur, could properly wield it. But it had been long since a Minotaur walked the land and so the weapon remained until forgotten. The tribes diligently refrain from entering the area, but forgotten the reason for it.
But through the knowledge of the Ancients, Reina knew now of the weapon and where it rested.
Much like the Minotaur, the weapon needed to return. It needed to destroy the enemies of the Aurochsen and to protect the people once more. Reina determined to see this through even if her heart still trembled at the cost. But still she continued forward because behind her the undead legion of Cerdrych continued to pursue.
She was not sure if it was misfortune or providence that had her stumble upon an undead legion so close to her goal. There was little time to muse about it anymore. Reina must get to the weapon or else all hope for the Aurochsen would be lost. Only with it did she have any hope of turning the tides, desperate to save and avenger her people, Reina ignored her fatigue and kept running forward. She did not even really know where she was going anymore. Just following the direction given to her by the Ancients, they sensed the weapon's aura and guided her to it.
Exhausted, Reina finally came to rest at gnarled tree covered in bard wires. Resting a hand against the bare trunk she felt like her lungs were on fire. The sound of the heart was still beating furiously in her chest, while she continued to gasp for air. Every muscle in her body hurt, but she held back in the tears in eyes to focus on voices of the Ancient.
They told her to stop here. They said she had arrived.
“Have I found it? Is it really here?” Reina asked feverishly.
A quick glance around the base of the tree only revealed patches of grasses and overgrown roots sticking from the ground. Reina felt a twinge of disappointment before her eyes drifted up. Eyes widened at the sight at what buried in the top of the tree.
“My ancestors,” She breathed at the sight.
It was a massive axe that was almost twice her size, one carved from a massive bone and carved with runic symbols of the people. The handle wrapped in tanned hides. Most impressive were the purple crystals embedded into the shoulder of the axe. She recognized these crystals. They were focus crystals of the Aurochs, a treasured and sacred commodity of the Aurochsen, and the target of undead legions of Cerdrych.
Even from this distance she could feel the power being emitted from the sacred weapon. Her heart lifted at the thought that with this weapon, her people's salvation was possible. But just as hope glimmer a great shadow cast over her. Her nose wrinkled at the putrid smell of the undead filled it. Turning around hesitantly, Reina faced her pursuer.
Immediately she regretted it. Eyes widened at the sight of the towering mockery of life that stood before her. Unconsciously Reina backed away until her back brushed against the trunk of the tree. Eyes stared wide in terror at the sight. Mouth clenched shut to avoid letting out a whimper while a hand clutched the front of her chest while gazed the undead.
There was fear, but also pity at the monster. It probably was once a human, but the undead existence had been cruel to the person. The corpse stretched out making it nearly twice her height. Bandages and rags wrapped all over the body, but did little to hide the gaping wounds in the rotted flesh and exposed bones. Worse were the bard wires, sticks and other implements stabbed into body to keep it together. Blood caked the entire body including the tangle mess of hair that draped over the head. There were no eyes anymore in the sockets only the unnatural glow of undeath.
Time seemed to stand still as the two stared at each other. Reina was too frightened to even more while the undead monstrosity before her simply studied its prey.
Then she felt it, the will of the Ancients breaking her out of the trance, and immediately ducked around the gnarled tree. Fortunately the undead merely shuffled forward perhaps toying with her. Circling around the tree, she tried to keep it as a barrier between herself and the undead. Thanks to the above ground roots, the undead was slightly obstructed in following her.
Thankful for this brief respite from it, Reina knew this situation would not last long. Even in the distance she could see other shapes looming closer. Soon she would be surrounded, eyes gazing up at the weapon overhead still embedded into the tree. She knew what to do.
Back when Reina’s entire tribe and family died, she was left at the brink of despair. As the only survivor, she ached with the need to avenge the slain. But a mere Aurochsen girl had no chance against the might of a lich or any undead. Much as it pained her to admit, there was no way for Reina to do it. So she had to change and she knew the method to do it.
The Minotaur was the ancient guardians of the Aurochsen, but they were not born but made using the focus crystals of the Aurochs. These crystals absorbing the souls and memories of the ancients could be than embedded into a tribal folk to become the legendary guardian. This process would change the person into a terrifying, but potent creature that would tower over most threats. Bonding with the Ancients residing in the crystal meant the Minotaur would also gain access to their collective experience and knowledge too.
But this came at a price. The power and knowledge granted would change the recipient. Slowly, but surely they would become completely subsumed by the process. Eventually becoming completely the Minotaur, who would live apart for all yet still guarding over the Aurochsen until death finally comes. It was a noble, but tragic sacrifice done for the sake of the people. It was a burden that make many hesitant to undertake, but in that moment of despair and desperation Reina made that fateful commitment.
Sensing battle was looming, she could feel her heart starting to beat faster again. The blood was starting to pump furiously through the entire body. It made her feel hot and along with the fear coursing through her body, she started to sweat profusely. Already she could feel that her clothing starting to get tighter. Her tail starting to swing wildly agitated by the coming change. It really was happening again, the change starting and again she would become someone different.
“Ancients preserve me, it is really happening again.” She breathed in shock.
Having only transformed once before, Reina still felt uncomfortable with the process. Not that she could imagine ever becoming use to it. Even with the pressure and urging of the Ancients in her head, the process felt strange. Despite her wish for the power, it still scared her. The fear of losing herself to this change still persisted. But it was too late now, the Ancients clamor for the guardian to rise to strike down the putrid undead that befoul the lands. Reina could not deny them.
The power the Ancients filled and changed her. It surprised Reina still at the sudden growth that followed. She was a short girl, something others of the tribe would tease, but now surged several heads taller. The tree next to her was looking remarkable smaller in comparison. Stunned at the changes unfolding, she paid no heed to the undead monstrosity that clambered close to her. It did not notice or comprehend the changes that were unfolding upon the girl. The monstrosity simply moved closer, mouth widening in preparation to devour the life from her.
Reina for her part could only gasp in shock as the muscles started to swell. Her once petite frame thickened with muscles all over. The once thin arms bugled with muscles that stretched the sleeves of her dress and made the wristbands stretched even tighter. Even as frightening as it was to experience, an empowering sensation started to spread too. The feeling of powerless that once gripped Reina was ebbing instead replaced with strength. She was getting stronger, but the pain that wracked her body made her fear at the cost it would have on her.
Right hand trembled before her as it stretched out. She saw the palm getting wider with the bones pressing out to make room for further growth. Already the nails were starting to darken more. These were just the initial signs of further changes to come. Frightened by this change, Reina gripped the bottom of the dress tugging at it with her left hand. This caused the muscles on the arms to bulge wider and tearing part of the fabric. But she did not mind it, already assured that once the change completed there would be nothing left of this attire. Still, she could not help but tremble and shake as the rigor of the transformation unfolds.
“This pain, it hurts so much!” Reina protested.
It hurt, the transformation was not gentle. The feeling of her body being stretched and reformed was not pleasant in the least. Even as sweat glisten across the body, the heat of the change did not diminish in the least. Already she could hear the sounds of more rips opening up across the clothing. It was worst at the feet. The sandals stretched apart.
Slowly the straps snapped apart until her feet stretched on the grass itself, but that was only the beginning. The feet were changing shape as the sandal came apart The nails on the toes were getting dark and hard. Several toes started to merge together while the heel stretched up. The thickening muscles of the leg helped support her changing physique. It was getting increasingly difficult for Reina to stand steady with her feet steadily changing.
Gripping her head with one hand, Reina gave a grimace of pain from the change. Nostrils flared and widened with her face starting to change. While her teeth remained clenched the mouth was starting to feel different. Teeth were getting sharper and it felt like the jaw was even widening. Her head ached with pain and the brown hair felt thicker than before. The once small horns that crowned the head were growing larger too. Already now her face started to take a more bestial appearance.
Shaking in shock at these changes, Reina could only struggle to endure even as the voices of the Ancients were starting to get louder. Their voices were getting louder the more the body changed. But Reina still did not want to lose herself and struggled still. A thin trickle of blood trailed down from a nostril while she trembled. Sweat soaked skin started to darken, while her tail started to thresh about more violently. She felt the sudden shock of air against her chest. Several tears were opening across the front revealing the swelling bosoms that were desperate to break free. Everything about her body was becoming unfamiliar and foreign. Impulses and urges started to flood into her mind. Confused by them, she finally fell to her knees unable stand anymore upon changing feet.
Sensing opportunity, the undead monstrosity stretched a blooded hand forward to seize the changing girl. In the distance the silhouettes of other undead were starting to emerge. Soon the entire legion would be upon this her. But as the hand drew closer, it suddenly stopped. The undead felt a strange aura starting to emit from the girl who cause it to pause. This unexpected reaction had never been met before.
Reina for her part was completely unaware of the situation. Her mind was flood with the will of the Ancients and urges of the growing body. The horns on the head continue to grow larger, but a curious reaction was occurring. At the tips a crystalline point started to form giving the same familiar purple glow of the focus crystal of the Aurochs. This was the sign that Reina was becoming a sacred guardian of the people who had embedded the crystal into herself. She gasps and snarls with face stretching out. Her nose and mouth reshaped into a bovine snout with nostrils flaring angrily still.
Her size has swelled even larger and clothing started to tear. Arms swelled with muscles that tore apart the sleeves of the dress. The sensation of the dress confining this new form enraged the changing Reina. Flushed with anger, thickening hands gripped the garment to tear it off. Thanks to her increasing strength it was an easy feat to tear off the dress leaving strips of rags to cover the body. Not that she was in any state to cure about being exposed. Already the exposed skin was sprouting light fuzz that covered her completely. Thicker patches of brown fur, matching the thickening mane coloration that was spreading down the back, also appeared. This was most noticeably between the swelling bosoms and between the thighs.
It ached, her entire body was aching. Not just from the pain anymore, but from needs and urges that were filling her. This body was no longer weak. It wanted to wreak havoc. It wanted to punish those who had wronged her and her people. These feelings delighted and frightened Reina greatly. Even more were the primal and carnal feelings that this body was feeling too. It had some much potency and energy that she felt completely overwhelmed by it. She needed to let it out. She wanted a way find release.
Rearing her head back, she lout a roar. She was sick and tired of being scared and intimidated. The strength flooding her body was emboldening her. Gazing up could see the weapon that brought her appearing so much closer. Despite it was at the top of the tree, she had already grown big enough to simply reach out and grip it. The muscles on the body only thickened and hardened further. They gave her a wonderful feeling of strength that drowned away any concerns. The sounds of the remaining scraps of clothing falling away only bolstered her confidence.
Slowly she started to rise up on her left foot. The nails having fused together into a hoof dug into the ground. It took some effort, but she was finally able to start to lift herself up. The feeling of power coming from her legs felt incredible. Exhausted from the change, Reina embraced it finally. Even as her sweat mixed with the darkening pelt of fur that covered the body, she could still feel the burning heat nestle in the chest. The fiery heart of her people was beating furiously. Bare breasts stood out firmly while below laid a thick slab of abs. Every part of her body was bristling with muscles and power that ached for release.
Finally mustering the will, she stood up on her left hoof and raised herself up straight. Arms stretching back behind the head while she flexed her entire body. That final gesture sent the last remaining shreds clothes bursting from her body into many scraps. Some still ended up falling back on her, but the feeling was orgasmic. Horns stretched out further with further crystalline growth dotting the entire length. Tears stained eyes widened as the purple glow filled the eyes. Reina and the Ancients became almost as one completely, no longer as inseparable anymore. She had become the guardian of the Aurochsen, Historia the Minotauress. Shaking the massive mane hair that stretched down to her tail, felt the heat of the change finally starting to subside away.
Rising up entirely on both hooves, Historia took a moment to gaze upon her hands. The change had left her feeling roused and energized. This body was nothing like Reina anymore. Thick brown fur covered the entirety of the musculature frame and bountiful chest with thick patches in particular parts. Hooves feet now easily supported this massive frame. The horns stretched several feet up dotted with crystal formations along the sides and at the tip. Sharing the same glows as her eyes did too. Her body was massive and powerful, the perfect vessel to protect and avenge the people. The tree that once dwarfed Reina was now the same height as Historia.
For a moment, Historia could only marvel at herself before a sound reminded her of the reason for this change. Eyes glared to the undead that was reaching toward her around the tree. It now looked pitifully small to her now. Reaching out with her right hand, she grabbed the undead by the neck and held it up. The undead was hapless to escape her powerful grip and struggled desperately. With her free hand, she reached out and touched the ancient axe.
Soon as she contacted it, a flood of memories suddenly flooded her mind. These were memories of holding the weapon of wielding it in battle. Emotions accompanied these memories too. Momentarily dazed by the reaction she brushed aside the feelings to reach forth and yanked the ancient axe from the tree.
Holding it in hand, the crystals on the axe started to glow just like crystals on the horns. She felt the powers of the Ancients residing in the axe coursing into her body. It felt good to hold the weapon, memories quickly consolidating around the knowledge of the axe. She remembered the time of other Guardians wielding it. That familiar touch of the hilt and the satisfying feeling of tearing through an enemy with it were all too familiar for her now. All the many ways to use it were at her disposal the weapon felt like a familiar item in her hands. Every part evoked a cherish memory from the countless experience of past wielders. Nicks and dents were markers that brought back memories of the countless battle fought together using the axe. And now she was about to engrave another memory today.
This made her grin revealing the sharp and pointed teeth that filled her muzzle. Looking back to the hapless undead, Historia decided it was time to start cleaning up this undead filth from the land. With a quick snap, she snapped the head off the undead and stomped it once after it rolled on the ground.
Tossing the body aside, she hefted the axe up while looking at the approaching undead legion with a smile. It was time for Lich Cerdrych to learn another lesson in crossing the Aurochsen. As the guardian of the people, she will dispense vengeance and protect them from this threat.
“Alright, let try out this axe. Sure we are going to need some warm up.” She yelled before charging toward them with axe swinging.
None of the undead legion escaped from the land that day. The fury of the Minotauress could not be denied and with the ancient weapon at hand none could survive a blow. What happened afterward with Historia and Reina is not known. But across the tribes of the Golden Prairie, the legend of Historia the Minotauress would start here. Of the guardian with the ancient axe that would do battle against the undead legion of Cerdrych and triumph.
It was the wretched sounds of the undead.
She dared not look over the shoulder in fear of becoming paralyzed by the sight. Dozens if not hundreds of foul undead creatures were marching across the savanna. All were the works of the Lich Cerdrych who casted his foul shadow across the entire region. It was why the savanna was so quiet. The animals have long since fled the region upon catching a whiff of the undead legion. Anything living spotted would be mercilessly slaughtered by these undead.
Gritting her teeth, Reina knew what fate be in store if the undead caught her all too well.
Her tribe, her entire family wiped out by the Lich Cerdrych.
The people of the Aurochsen, her people, had lived in relative peace for ages until the Lich Cerdrych turned a baleful eye upon them. He coveted the secrets and powers that been kept secret by her people. So he sent his undead legions to ravage the lands to tear the secrets out through screams and tears. Sensing the warmth of life, they would tirelessly follow until they snuff it out and destroyed everything. What happened to her tribe was only the start of his campaign of terror.
She had lost everything to his greed. All her hopes and dreams were lost and only rage and retribution remained. There was a method for her to exact justice. A method she used despite her knowledge of the consequences. The Aurochsen were not entirely defenseless, though the power to stand against this threat came at a dire cost. It was a cost that Reina was already paying, but still it was not enough. She needed more to stem this foul tide which has brought her to this desolated area of the homelands.
“Ancients guide me,” She prayed to herself.
The voices of the Ancients echoed in her mind guided her here. After the destruction of her tribe and family when she chose to pay the cost to become a guardian to her people, they’ve become bonded together. It granted her the wealth of experience and guidance, but also threaten to subsume her completely in their collective. The prospect still frightened her, but nonetheless their guidance and knowledge was necessary for her to exact vengeance and protect the people.
In this desolated place treated as sacred grounds by the Aurochsen, there rested a weapon. No tribe could enter this place or retrieved the weapon because of taboo. Only the sacred guardians of the Aurochsen, the Minotaur, could properly wield it. But it had been long since a Minotaur walked the land and so the weapon remained until forgotten. The tribes diligently refrain from entering the area, but forgotten the reason for it.
But through the knowledge of the Ancients, Reina knew now of the weapon and where it rested.
Much like the Minotaur, the weapon needed to return. It needed to destroy the enemies of the Aurochsen and to protect the people once more. Reina determined to see this through even if her heart still trembled at the cost. But still she continued forward because behind her the undead legion of Cerdrych continued to pursue.
She was not sure if it was misfortune or providence that had her stumble upon an undead legion so close to her goal. There was little time to muse about it anymore. Reina must get to the weapon or else all hope for the Aurochsen would be lost. Only with it did she have any hope of turning the tides, desperate to save and avenger her people, Reina ignored her fatigue and kept running forward. She did not even really know where she was going anymore. Just following the direction given to her by the Ancients, they sensed the weapon's aura and guided her to it.
Exhausted, Reina finally came to rest at gnarled tree covered in bard wires. Resting a hand against the bare trunk she felt like her lungs were on fire. The sound of the heart was still beating furiously in her chest, while she continued to gasp for air. Every muscle in her body hurt, but she held back in the tears in eyes to focus on voices of the Ancient.
They told her to stop here. They said she had arrived.
“Have I found it? Is it really here?” Reina asked feverishly.
A quick glance around the base of the tree only revealed patches of grasses and overgrown roots sticking from the ground. Reina felt a twinge of disappointment before her eyes drifted up. Eyes widened at the sight at what buried in the top of the tree.
“My ancestors,” She breathed at the sight.
It was a massive axe that was almost twice her size, one carved from a massive bone and carved with runic symbols of the people. The handle wrapped in tanned hides. Most impressive were the purple crystals embedded into the shoulder of the axe. She recognized these crystals. They were focus crystals of the Aurochs, a treasured and sacred commodity of the Aurochsen, and the target of undead legions of Cerdrych.
Even from this distance she could feel the power being emitted from the sacred weapon. Her heart lifted at the thought that with this weapon, her people's salvation was possible. But just as hope glimmer a great shadow cast over her. Her nose wrinkled at the putrid smell of the undead filled it. Turning around hesitantly, Reina faced her pursuer.
Immediately she regretted it. Eyes widened at the sight of the towering mockery of life that stood before her. Unconsciously Reina backed away until her back brushed against the trunk of the tree. Eyes stared wide in terror at the sight. Mouth clenched shut to avoid letting out a whimper while a hand clutched the front of her chest while gazed the undead.
There was fear, but also pity at the monster. It probably was once a human, but the undead existence had been cruel to the person. The corpse stretched out making it nearly twice her height. Bandages and rags wrapped all over the body, but did little to hide the gaping wounds in the rotted flesh and exposed bones. Worse were the bard wires, sticks and other implements stabbed into body to keep it together. Blood caked the entire body including the tangle mess of hair that draped over the head. There were no eyes anymore in the sockets only the unnatural glow of undeath.
Time seemed to stand still as the two stared at each other. Reina was too frightened to even more while the undead monstrosity before her simply studied its prey.
Then she felt it, the will of the Ancients breaking her out of the trance, and immediately ducked around the gnarled tree. Fortunately the undead merely shuffled forward perhaps toying with her. Circling around the tree, she tried to keep it as a barrier between herself and the undead. Thanks to the above ground roots, the undead was slightly obstructed in following her.
Thankful for this brief respite from it, Reina knew this situation would not last long. Even in the distance she could see other shapes looming closer. Soon she would be surrounded, eyes gazing up at the weapon overhead still embedded into the tree. She knew what to do.
Back when Reina’s entire tribe and family died, she was left at the brink of despair. As the only survivor, she ached with the need to avenge the slain. But a mere Aurochsen girl had no chance against the might of a lich or any undead. Much as it pained her to admit, there was no way for Reina to do it. So she had to change and she knew the method to do it.
The Minotaur was the ancient guardians of the Aurochsen, but they were not born but made using the focus crystals of the Aurochs. These crystals absorbing the souls and memories of the ancients could be than embedded into a tribal folk to become the legendary guardian. This process would change the person into a terrifying, but potent creature that would tower over most threats. Bonding with the Ancients residing in the crystal meant the Minotaur would also gain access to their collective experience and knowledge too.
But this came at a price. The power and knowledge granted would change the recipient. Slowly, but surely they would become completely subsumed by the process. Eventually becoming completely the Minotaur, who would live apart for all yet still guarding over the Aurochsen until death finally comes. It was a noble, but tragic sacrifice done for the sake of the people. It was a burden that make many hesitant to undertake, but in that moment of despair and desperation Reina made that fateful commitment.
Sensing battle was looming, she could feel her heart starting to beat faster again. The blood was starting to pump furiously through the entire body. It made her feel hot and along with the fear coursing through her body, she started to sweat profusely. Already she could feel that her clothing starting to get tighter. Her tail starting to swing wildly agitated by the coming change. It really was happening again, the change starting and again she would become someone different.
“Ancients preserve me, it is really happening again.” She breathed in shock.
Having only transformed once before, Reina still felt uncomfortable with the process. Not that she could imagine ever becoming use to it. Even with the pressure and urging of the Ancients in her head, the process felt strange. Despite her wish for the power, it still scared her. The fear of losing herself to this change still persisted. But it was too late now, the Ancients clamor for the guardian to rise to strike down the putrid undead that befoul the lands. Reina could not deny them.
The power the Ancients filled and changed her. It surprised Reina still at the sudden growth that followed. She was a short girl, something others of the tribe would tease, but now surged several heads taller. The tree next to her was looking remarkable smaller in comparison. Stunned at the changes unfolding, she paid no heed to the undead monstrosity that clambered close to her. It did not notice or comprehend the changes that were unfolding upon the girl. The monstrosity simply moved closer, mouth widening in preparation to devour the life from her.
Reina for her part could only gasp in shock as the muscles started to swell. Her once petite frame thickened with muscles all over. The once thin arms bugled with muscles that stretched the sleeves of her dress and made the wristbands stretched even tighter. Even as frightening as it was to experience, an empowering sensation started to spread too. The feeling of powerless that once gripped Reina was ebbing instead replaced with strength. She was getting stronger, but the pain that wracked her body made her fear at the cost it would have on her.
Right hand trembled before her as it stretched out. She saw the palm getting wider with the bones pressing out to make room for further growth. Already the nails were starting to darken more. These were just the initial signs of further changes to come. Frightened by this change, Reina gripped the bottom of the dress tugging at it with her left hand. This caused the muscles on the arms to bulge wider and tearing part of the fabric. But she did not mind it, already assured that once the change completed there would be nothing left of this attire. Still, she could not help but tremble and shake as the rigor of the transformation unfolds.
“This pain, it hurts so much!” Reina protested.
It hurt, the transformation was not gentle. The feeling of her body being stretched and reformed was not pleasant in the least. Even as sweat glisten across the body, the heat of the change did not diminish in the least. Already she could hear the sounds of more rips opening up across the clothing. It was worst at the feet. The sandals stretched apart.
Slowly the straps snapped apart until her feet stretched on the grass itself, but that was only the beginning. The feet were changing shape as the sandal came apart The nails on the toes were getting dark and hard. Several toes started to merge together while the heel stretched up. The thickening muscles of the leg helped support her changing physique. It was getting increasingly difficult for Reina to stand steady with her feet steadily changing.
Gripping her head with one hand, Reina gave a grimace of pain from the change. Nostrils flared and widened with her face starting to change. While her teeth remained clenched the mouth was starting to feel different. Teeth were getting sharper and it felt like the jaw was even widening. Her head ached with pain and the brown hair felt thicker than before. The once small horns that crowned the head were growing larger too. Already now her face started to take a more bestial appearance.
Shaking in shock at these changes, Reina could only struggle to endure even as the voices of the Ancients were starting to get louder. Their voices were getting louder the more the body changed. But Reina still did not want to lose herself and struggled still. A thin trickle of blood trailed down from a nostril while she trembled. Sweat soaked skin started to darken, while her tail started to thresh about more violently. She felt the sudden shock of air against her chest. Several tears were opening across the front revealing the swelling bosoms that were desperate to break free. Everything about her body was becoming unfamiliar and foreign. Impulses and urges started to flood into her mind. Confused by them, she finally fell to her knees unable stand anymore upon changing feet.
Sensing opportunity, the undead monstrosity stretched a blooded hand forward to seize the changing girl. In the distance the silhouettes of other undead were starting to emerge. Soon the entire legion would be upon this her. But as the hand drew closer, it suddenly stopped. The undead felt a strange aura starting to emit from the girl who cause it to pause. This unexpected reaction had never been met before.
Reina for her part was completely unaware of the situation. Her mind was flood with the will of the Ancients and urges of the growing body. The horns on the head continue to grow larger, but a curious reaction was occurring. At the tips a crystalline point started to form giving the same familiar purple glow of the focus crystal of the Aurochs. This was the sign that Reina was becoming a sacred guardian of the people who had embedded the crystal into herself. She gasps and snarls with face stretching out. Her nose and mouth reshaped into a bovine snout with nostrils flaring angrily still.
Her size has swelled even larger and clothing started to tear. Arms swelled with muscles that tore apart the sleeves of the dress. The sensation of the dress confining this new form enraged the changing Reina. Flushed with anger, thickening hands gripped the garment to tear it off. Thanks to her increasing strength it was an easy feat to tear off the dress leaving strips of rags to cover the body. Not that she was in any state to cure about being exposed. Already the exposed skin was sprouting light fuzz that covered her completely. Thicker patches of brown fur, matching the thickening mane coloration that was spreading down the back, also appeared. This was most noticeably between the swelling bosoms and between the thighs.
It ached, her entire body was aching. Not just from the pain anymore, but from needs and urges that were filling her. This body was no longer weak. It wanted to wreak havoc. It wanted to punish those who had wronged her and her people. These feelings delighted and frightened Reina greatly. Even more were the primal and carnal feelings that this body was feeling too. It had some much potency and energy that she felt completely overwhelmed by it. She needed to let it out. She wanted a way find release.
Rearing her head back, she lout a roar. She was sick and tired of being scared and intimidated. The strength flooding her body was emboldening her. Gazing up could see the weapon that brought her appearing so much closer. Despite it was at the top of the tree, she had already grown big enough to simply reach out and grip it. The muscles on the body only thickened and hardened further. They gave her a wonderful feeling of strength that drowned away any concerns. The sounds of the remaining scraps of clothing falling away only bolstered her confidence.
Slowly she started to rise up on her left foot. The nails having fused together into a hoof dug into the ground. It took some effort, but she was finally able to start to lift herself up. The feeling of power coming from her legs felt incredible. Exhausted from the change, Reina embraced it finally. Even as her sweat mixed with the darkening pelt of fur that covered the body, she could still feel the burning heat nestle in the chest. The fiery heart of her people was beating furiously. Bare breasts stood out firmly while below laid a thick slab of abs. Every part of her body was bristling with muscles and power that ached for release.
Finally mustering the will, she stood up on her left hoof and raised herself up straight. Arms stretching back behind the head while she flexed her entire body. That final gesture sent the last remaining shreds clothes bursting from her body into many scraps. Some still ended up falling back on her, but the feeling was orgasmic. Horns stretched out further with further crystalline growth dotting the entire length. Tears stained eyes widened as the purple glow filled the eyes. Reina and the Ancients became almost as one completely, no longer as inseparable anymore. She had become the guardian of the Aurochsen, Historia the Minotauress. Shaking the massive mane hair that stretched down to her tail, felt the heat of the change finally starting to subside away.
Rising up entirely on both hooves, Historia took a moment to gaze upon her hands. The change had left her feeling roused and energized. This body was nothing like Reina anymore. Thick brown fur covered the entirety of the musculature frame and bountiful chest with thick patches in particular parts. Hooves feet now easily supported this massive frame. The horns stretched several feet up dotted with crystal formations along the sides and at the tip. Sharing the same glows as her eyes did too. Her body was massive and powerful, the perfect vessel to protect and avenge the people. The tree that once dwarfed Reina was now the same height as Historia.
For a moment, Historia could only marvel at herself before a sound reminded her of the reason for this change. Eyes glared to the undead that was reaching toward her around the tree. It now looked pitifully small to her now. Reaching out with her right hand, she grabbed the undead by the neck and held it up. The undead was hapless to escape her powerful grip and struggled desperately. With her free hand, she reached out and touched the ancient axe.
Soon as she contacted it, a flood of memories suddenly flooded her mind. These were memories of holding the weapon of wielding it in battle. Emotions accompanied these memories too. Momentarily dazed by the reaction she brushed aside the feelings to reach forth and yanked the ancient axe from the tree.
Holding it in hand, the crystals on the axe started to glow just like crystals on the horns. She felt the powers of the Ancients residing in the axe coursing into her body. It felt good to hold the weapon, memories quickly consolidating around the knowledge of the axe. She remembered the time of other Guardians wielding it. That familiar touch of the hilt and the satisfying feeling of tearing through an enemy with it were all too familiar for her now. All the many ways to use it were at her disposal the weapon felt like a familiar item in her hands. Every part evoked a cherish memory from the countless experience of past wielders. Nicks and dents were markers that brought back memories of the countless battle fought together using the axe. And now she was about to engrave another memory today.
This made her grin revealing the sharp and pointed teeth that filled her muzzle. Looking back to the hapless undead, Historia decided it was time to start cleaning up this undead filth from the land. With a quick snap, she snapped the head off the undead and stomped it once after it rolled on the ground.
Tossing the body aside, she hefted the axe up while looking at the approaching undead legion with a smile. It was time for Lich Cerdrych to learn another lesson in crossing the Aurochsen. As the guardian of the people, she will dispense vengeance and protect them from this threat.
“Alright, let try out this axe. Sure we are going to need some warm up.” She yelled before charging toward them with axe swinging.
None of the undead legion escaped from the land that day. The fury of the Minotauress could not be denied and with the ancient weapon at hand none could survive a blow. What happened afterward with Historia and Reina is not known. But across the tribes of the Golden Prairie, the legend of Historia the Minotauress would start here. Of the guardian with the ancient axe that would do battle against the undead legion of Cerdrych and triumph.
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