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What the hell…?

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

You turn away as he steps out and take a seat on the edge of the trap, keeping your ears pinned back at him. 

The blue extensions of your soul couldn’t seem to keep themselves off of him while he changed, touching and probing, and wrapping around like the tentacles of an octopus given an intricate sculpture to hold.

It was a relief to feel no discomfort from him, but you hesitated, just a moment, when he bid you turn and look.

The towel slid down your back, releasing your messy curls to spill in sunset streaked ringlets to pool on the floor behind you.

One long, muscular leg slid over the lip of the trap, planting your bare foot on the floor with a click of long, sharp claws that splay slightly as you put more weigh on it and turn to face him.

You all but tower over him now. In his natural body, he was about eye level to your collar. Now, your shoulder was about even with the top of his head.

You hardly even seemed to notice the rest of him. Every bit of you was focused on his face.

Gently, you pick up his chin so that you can finally meet his eyes. Your crystalline blue eyes soften and warm as you give him an overwhelmingly loving smile and pull him close.

It was only after you released the hug that you let those bright blue eyes wander appraisingly over the rest of him.

"Wooow. Yoou’rr right, it is definitely differrent."

"But yoou cut a noo less elegent figurre, my Prrince."

You blush. “Th-thanks,” you say, rubbing the hem of your skirt. Your eyes are very carefully fixed on her face. You don’t want to end up staring somewhere you wouldn’t want to be stared at.

"I’m glad you don’t think it’s… weird or anything."

You grin delightedly at him, jagged, bear-like teeth framed beautifully by your vivid orange facial point, exactly like that of a Siamese kitty, save for the way the line of demarcation dissolved into freckles.

"Noo woorrrries, my loovely."

The same points marked your ears, arms below the elbows, legs below the knees, and even the cheeks of your shapely posterior.

"Yoou’rre noo less yoou foorr yoourr shape shifting." you reaffirm, bending over to get your kilt and pull it up. 

At least you had the forethought you be facing him, so that you wouldn’t blind him anew with your bright orange cheeks.

You stand again, offering a hand that looked like it had been dipped in lava and retained the burning color, down to the razor sharp tips of your wicked looking golden talons.

"Coome, loove. It’d be a shame to dip the hem oof yoourr goown in a puddle oof bathwaterr." You purred, leading him back to your much less dusty respiteblock.

What the hell…?

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

You nod, averting your eyes, then closing them as you take his hand to help him up. 

'Herre, m'dearr.” you purr, finding one of the towels you'd brought by touch and pressing it into his palm.

"I woon’t looook ‘til yoou say I can."

You nod back and climb out of the tub when she assures you she isn’t looking. You dry yourself as best and as quickly as you can before, with a deep breath, focusing on the tyrian-colored gem set in your ring.

The transformation is less weird than last time, more natural. Rather than being stretched and squashed, the second time around the transformation is fluid, like you’re water being poured from one container to another. You get a little shorter, and your figure takes on a very slight curve, with the barest hint at rumble orbs. Your hair receives the biggest change, most of it dissolving into sparkles and leaving it at about your jawline, cut in an impeccably clean bob.

Light gathers around you, forming into a Tyrian purple dress resembling one a queen from some time before the Condesce might have worn, though its length is decidedly more modern. A gem of the same deep purple-pink forms in the center a window in the dress, positioned on your back directly between your shoulder blades. A beautiful tiara, bronze in color to match the bronze stitching on your dress, appears last, decorated with purple roses and dangling chains of pearls.

You open your eyes and look yourself over to make sure everything’s in order, then speak. “Alright, Isoria,” you say, your voice sounding only slightly like what it is usually. “You can look now.”

You turn away as he steps out and take a seat on the edge of the trap, keeping your ears pinned back at him. 

The blue extensions of your soul couldn’t seem to keep themselves off of him while he changed, touching and probing, and wrapping around like the tentacles of an octopus given an intricate sculpture to hold.

It was a relief to feel no discomfort from him, but you hesitated, just a moment, when he bid you turn and look.

The towel slid down your back, releasing your messy curls to spill in sunset streaked ringlets to pool on the floor behind you.

One long, muscular leg slid over the lip of the trap, planting your bare foot on the floor with a click of long, sharp claws that splay slightly as you put more weigh on it and turn to face him.

You all but tower over him now. In his natural body, he was about eye level to your collar. Now, your shoulder was about even with the top of his head.

You hardly even seemed to notice the rest of him. Every bit of you was focused on his face.

Gently, you pick up his chin so that you can finally meet his eyes. Your crystalline blue eyes soften and warm as you give him an overwhelmingly loving smile and pull him close.

It was only after you released the hug that you let those bright blue eyes wander appraisingly over the rest of him.

"Wooow. Yoou’rr right, it is definitely differrent."

"But yoou cut a noo less elegent figurre, my Prrince."

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What the hell…?

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

"My Prrince, I highly dooubt changing yoourr shape makes yoou any less yoou, oorr any less a man…" You stopped when he mentioned showing you.

Your ears fell back a little. You couldn’t hide your curiosity from him, but…

"Yoou doon’t have too, loove." You assure him. "Noot if it makes yoou uncoomfoorrtable."

Her reassuring words actually help you make up your mind. You shake your head. “Even if I do feel strange about it, I still want to show you. Give me a minute, I should get out and dry off some.”

You nod, averting your eyes, then closing them as you take his hand to help him up. 

'Herre, m'dearr.” you purr, finding one of the towels you'd brought by touch and pressing it into his palm.

"I woon’t looook ‘til yoou say I can."

What the hell…?

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

Your ears stood straight up, angled forward, quivered, and then flopped audibly to your shoulders in stunned confusion. After a moment, you give your head a shake and relax again.

"Well, I imagine that dooes feel strrange." You muse, gently caressing his darkened cheek with the back of your hand. 

"The boody may noot be much differrent, but the thinkpan is."

You shake your head. “I guess… It just feels… Strange. Not me.”

You tilt your head to look in her direction. “I… I feel like I should show you.”

"My Prrince, I highly dooubt changing yoourr shape makes yoou any less yoou, oorr any less a man…" You stopped when he mentioned showing you.

Your ears fell back a little. You couldn’t hide your curiosity from him, but…

"Yoou doon’t have too, loove." You assure. "Noot if it makes yoou uncoomfoorrtable."

What the hell…?

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

"But that fact rremains that yoou are, loove." you point out, openly confused, and still, if hesitanly, concerned.

You shake your head. It really is stupid for you to be so weirded out over it. “But I shouldn’t be! There’s nothing wrong with being female, there’s barely anything different about it, I shouldn’t be so…”

You stop, your face going a bit brown. You’d just let it slip.

Your ears stood straight up, angled forward, quivered, and then flopped audibly to your shoulders in stunned confusion. After a moment, you give your head a shake and relax again.

"Well, I imagine that dooes feel strrange." You muse, gently caressing his darkened cheek with the back of your hand. 

"The boody may noot be much differrent, but the thinkpan is."

What the hell…?

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

Your ears flatten instantly. His face didn’t have to color up for you to tell exactly how humiliating the thought of his alternate form was to him.

You manage to suppress a growl and pull him gently down against your chest with his cheek against your shoulder.

"My Loovely Prrince, Yoourr rreactioon cooncerrns me." You confess, stroking the back of his neck soothingly.

"I underrstand that soome things need too be kept strrictly between mooirrails, but if yoou’rre having too endurre humiliatioon everry ime yoou change, it makes yoourr agrreement feel kinda skeevy."

You shake your head. “It’s not really humiliating, it’s just… No, it’s not even that it feels unnatural… I mean, it’s different, but not strange… I guess it’s just… I don’t even know. Harsha doesn’t think I should feel embarrassed by it at all, and I guess she’s right… but…”

"But that fact rremains that yoou are, loove." you point out, openly confused, and still, if hesitanly, concerned.