No Holding Back

Ciara O'Callahan · 02-14-2012, 10:15 PM

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OOC:: LOL. He's adorable. xD Also, this is my first time writing an Optime shift, so tell me if it's crap. And, karate class apparently fuels my muse. Tongue WC: 800+

In Character

Staring at the male, Ciara wondered if some secret feminine scent had made him go crazy. Her first ever heat was still a month away, so she didn’t think it could be that. The girl certainly hadn’t expected that much of a reaction from her play bow, but she was definitely thrilled. When he barrelled into her, she let loose a yip of laughter as she collapsed into the snow on her back. Ceri’s nose pushing through her fur made her yip and squirm, tickling her right until he moved to her slender hip, the dip right where her lithe stomach curved inwards to show the good shape she was in. That made her blush, his nose moving that far down, and her ears swivelled forward to see what he was going to do next.

He pulled away, and the yearling couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed. A strange tingling sensation had filled her when he tipped her over, some ghost of a primal instinct that thrilled at this male holding a sort of dominant pose over her. She had opened her snout to respond to his question, shyly willing to show him her Optime form, when the coywolf went nuts again! When he chased his tail around like a pup Ciara collapsed into the snow on her own accord, covering her snout with her paws and shaking with laughter. This male never ceased to surprise her in the short afternoon they’d known each other, and she was enjoying his company more and more.

She thought she saw a sort of mysterious gleam in his eyes as he looked her over, as though he were remembering something from the past, and she lifted her head and sat up. Velvety, black-rimmed ears twitched in concern before the coyboy made his way over to her again. Her heart melted at his whimper, and she went to return his nuzzling with an affectionate lick when he pulled away AGAIN. She let out an indignant huff, having wanted to give Ceri that affection. With those mismatched, blazing eyes looking at her, she cocked her head to the side, wondering what it was he was thinking.

The mixture of loving companion and boasting male kept switching back and forth, until she began to wonder if he had multiple personalities. Ciara didn’t care either way, something told her that she’d never be rid of this man, and she was happy for the security of that feeling. She didn’t want to be separate from him, and was fully intent on bringing him back to New Dawn. For now, though, she had to answer his question and end his seeming embarrassment from his hyperactive display of affection.

“I will show you my Optime form, but…you can’t laugh,” she said, feeling self conscious of it. The mottled female always felt unsure of the form she was rarely in, so she even closed her eyes while she was shifting. There were a few cracks and snaps as her bones morphed, elongated and changed. She’d shifted so little that it was still a bit frightening for her, so a whimper left her lips in the midst of her change. Eventually though, Ciara was standing on two legs instead of four.

Ciara’s hind legs had changed into shapely, feminine structures of strength and agility. Her forelegs morphed into humanoid arms, muscular and yet slender all at once. Her hips, taking on a more human quality as well, were slightly rounded and feminine, flaring out from a very slender waist. The fur around her scruff elongated until it was long and sat just on her shoulders, a shimmering mixture of tawny, black and white. Her colouring was much the same, with the tan on her snout and around her eyes, black on her forehead and streaking down her back to the tip of her tail, as well as rimming her ears. The coal colouring was interrupted here and there by calico-patterned splotches of tan and an underlay of white. That same white, pure and unmarred, covered her chest, belly, and the insides of her thighs.

The girl stood unsteadily at a height of about 5’8”, and lifted a morphed hand with slender fingers to brush a strand of hair back and around her velvety ear. She then brought her arms to cross loosely over her flat abdomen, making a sound much like a clearing of her throat as her earth-coloured gaze went to the floor. All her shyness that had once disappeared was back again as she revealed this form to him, feeling unsure of herself and not used to standing on two paws. Her pink tongue darted out, nervously licking at her lips and flicking up to wet her nose. She kept silent, waiting for Ceri to make some kind of comment, or worse, laugh at her.

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