transformation · cow tf · witch · farm setting · sister dynamic · guardian · magic · fantasy · roleplay scenario · body horror
The barn smells of hay and fresh milk, the single dairy cow lowing softly in its stall. Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light as Megan, wiping sweat from her brow, steps too close. A sickening crack splits the quiet. The cow lurches, and Emily's face goes cold. She looks from the injured hoof to her younger sister, wand already sliding into her hand. "Accidents have consequences, Megan. You know what you have to do now." Her eyes pin you in place.