Stardew Valley: Spilled Milk (TF/TG)

Stardew Valley: Spilled Milk (TF/TG)

Originally posted on FA on: Jun 11, 2021 

A Stardew Valley TFTG story written in collaboration with the artist BlueClayMan and based on some semi-hidden TF elements baked into the game. What happens when the farmer abuses the witches magic to marry and have kids with all the single ladies in the valley? What about when one of them learns the truth? 

CW: TFTG, Bad End, Implied Sex, Feral Transformation, Implied Serious Cruelty 

Link to the art

 

Stardew Valley: Spilled Milk

Abigail stood alone in the spacious kitchen of her husband's house and felt her hands shake as she silently prepared his meal. She paused and looked at the two containers she had laid out in preparation for the omelette, a small clay pot filled with fresh milk and another filled with a silvery white liquid. Reaching out she took the milk and added it and then she took the second.

“Am I…?” She wondered aloud, keeping her voice low enough as to not wake the baby or her man. “Can I?”

Abigail’s thoughts returned to the day, not long ago when she had first attempted to tap into the magic of the valley. She had thought it would be a fun activity to try, a chance to return to one of her childhood fascinations and an excuse to avoid her increasingly cool and distant husband for a short time. Back then, a few days true, but it felt like a lifetime ago now, she had just assumed he was increasingly busy, that it would only last a little while before he would return to being the happy, charming bachelor she had fallen in love with.

She hadn’t realized how true that prediction had been…

A lock of purple hair fell before her eyes and Abigail brushed it away, frowning as she upended the second pot's contents in with the milk and eggs.

It had been hard to believe at first, of course, it was an incredible thing for even one as open minded as her to wrap her head around. That her beloved farmer, the father of her child, the savior of Stardew Valley and the man single handedly responsible for the rebuilding of the old community center… That that man, that local hero and beloved pillar of the community could have done… THAT!

She whisked the ingredients, watching as the silver vanished from sight. It was done or close enough.

She poured the contents of the mixing bowl into a pan and began to prepare the eggs.

The first thing she had done had been to recast the spell of true sight, to make sure she had not somehow just fabricated an illusion, but no… The doves had not changed.

Terrified, as anyone would have been, she had next gone to the wizard, hoping that he might have had some soothing answer, some easy explanation which would make it all make sense. Unfortunately he had only confirmed what she feared, that the witch had been made many offerings and that she herself had the same marks of forgetfulness about her that all of the other bachelorettes in town now bore.

Abigail jumped as she heard a sound from the bedroom, the farmer was waking and she had only a few seconds to finish!

She had begged the wizard for help, to save her child and protect the women of the valley from yet another round of the farmers' sick game. As she wept, the old man’s heart melted and he brought her the potion…

Abigail plated the omelette and turned to see the farmer walking towards her. She put on her best smile and held up the plate. “Hey!” She called, worried the trembling in her voice might be heard. “I'm just debating what I should do today... I'm not used to having this much freedom!”

The farmer grabbed the plate without a word and turned towards the door. Abigail felt a familiar pang of disappointment at his coldness, but at the same time, her heart swelled as she saw him draw a fork from his pocket. He was going to eat it!

“OH!” Abigail cried, palms sweating as he turned to glance back at her. “Robin said she finished work on the barn so just… Can you make sure it's ready for the cows before Marnie brings in the bull you ordered?”

The farmer’s eyes narrowed and Abigail worried she had gone too far. She had already been pushing her luck, but ordering him around like this… If the potion didn’t work or he began to suspect something was wrong, she might lose her one and only chance! Abigail cursed at herself internally, while externally she put on her most innocent smile. “The Auto-Grabber looked a bit finicky and if you're going to Marnie’s anyway, it might save a trip if it needs to be replaced, so…”

To her intense relief, the farmer nodded once to Abigail and then stepped out of the door, walking briskly towards the newly erected barn with a steady stride. Abigail’s knees trembled, but before she could allow herself the luxury of collapsing, she martialed her will and took off after her husband. She needed to know he had eaten the omelette.

Until he did, until she saw it, everyone in the valley was at risk!

-

You pushed through into the new barn, feeling a familiar sense of irritation building within you.

Why did the girl seem so strange today? She had been fine up until recently, a little dull, as was to be expected, but fine. After wooing, marrying, having children with and then divorcing her as many times as you had, you had felt like there was nothing she could do that would surprise you. The same could be said of all of the valley’s girls, but Abigail had always been your favorite. You had often paid special attention to her and of all of the available options you thought you knew her inside and out…

And yet, she had surprised you.

You quickly down the omelette she had made and screw up your face. That was another surprise, normally she never added this much milk in her cooking and certainly she had never made anything for you as… Off as this!

Something was wrong and you would need to get to the bottom of it.

Suddenly, you heard the barn door shut and turn to see Abigail staring at you, the strangest expression on her face… A mixture of wariness and… Triumph?

“So…” She locked the barn door and stared at you intently. “How did you enjoy your breakfast?”

You reached to your belt, hand landing on the hilt of your sword, a dark scowl crossing your face. However before you could wrap your fingers about the weapon, something shifts and you find your hand merely rubbing awkwardly against its grip. You glanced down, confused by your sudden clumsiness and found yourself thrown off balance by the sight of a hoof where your hand should have been!!

“Surprised?” Abigail’s voice held no hint of warmth or mercy as she began to walk towards you. “You shouldn’t be. It's the same sort of magic you have used so, so many times to get rid of the evidence of your past marriages.”

You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest, how had she known about…?

Before you could ask the question, you felt a tightness all across your body, your clothes suddenly unable to comfortably contain you. Looking down, you let out a muted cry as white and brown fur burst through the straining seams of your clothes. Worse still, your pants bulged obscenely - not with the focused pressure of an expanding bull cock, but rather, something far larger and more wobbly.

“In the years... What has it been, over a decade now?” Abigail continued, slowly circling you as you struggled to pull off your clothes even as they began to burst at the seams. “In all the time you have been here, how many times have you married one of us, had kids, built a life and then… Brushed it all away with a witch's magic? How many banished memories, how many doves?”

You glared back at her and tried to spit a venomous retort, but all that came out was an angry, “Mooo!”

Abigail’s mouth twisted into a humorless smile as you fell to the ground, hoof hands planted to stop your quickly growing body from crushing you under your own weight. “Too many. Too many to risk you keeping this sick game up. Too many to risk you using your popularity and many friendships to wriggle out of punishment or consequences long enough to clear everyone's memories and start again.” She leaned over and reached out a finger to press your nose. Your face tingled as it pressed outward, all save that nose which flattened under your wife’s poke till it had fully become a cow's snout. “Too many… But no more.”

You felt the ripping as much as you heard the sounds of your old clothes finally giving up and shredding apart across your body. The freeing feeling might have even been pleasurable if not for the discomforting drag between your legs as something heavy and liquid sagged down from just above your groin. You mooed again, this time plaintively as you tried to ignore that new weight and the equally alien feeling just under your new tail.

Your wife’s eyes sparkled as she laughed. “Oh! I didn’t know the potion would do THAT!” She knelt down and though you tried to back away, she was too quick for you and you mooed again in surprise as she grabbed hold of one of your new teats and pulled. The feeling of relieving pressure once again struck you in an oddly pleasurable way, but even that was not enough to distract you from the terrible realization that you had just squirted a stream of milk onto the new barn floor!

“Seems the Wizard felt like adding his own addition to your punishment.” Abigail mused, grabbing a bucket and sliding it under you. As much as you wanted to run, flee from this humiliating exercise, you found you could not do anything while the woman had you by the udder. “I was at least going to leave you with some shred of pride, but… I guess this is a fitting fate, isn’t it?” You felt your eyes go wide as she continued. “And now I won’t have to cancel that order for a new bull!”

You looked back, hoping to see some twinkle of good humor or sign of pity in Abigail’s eyes, but no. She merely picked up the pail of milk, your milk and turned towards the barn door. “Moo?”

“Don’t worry, Daisy Bell.” Abigail opened the door and turned back once to give you a final, withering stare. For some reason, you found even now you could do nothing, but stand still, put into your place by your farmers commanding presence. “I’ll still take good care of you, after all… I need you whole and healthy while I populate this new deluxe barn.”

And then she was gone, the door closing with a bang behind her…

And your time as a farmer in Stardew Valley came to an abrupt-

END