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Accommodation was not a method she was keen to take at this present time though what remained of her civilized mind kindly bid that she do so. Had that part of her adopted a physical form she would have snapped at it for defying her own desires by even suggesting that she be more hospitable to her fellow Alpha. The Issor and Issum were of equal rank and as far as she cared to recall, it was she had had the upper paw over him as far as their claim of each other extended. He was being generous in not ordering him to change to a more suitable body.
But this aside, she took his confession with a curious knot of her brow then in some manner of disappointment, turned her head from him. “And why cant you?” she inquired softly, as kindly as her voice would allow when ravaged by the highs and lows of hormonal turmoil. Despite her disappointment, she accommodated him by relinquishing the unnecessary bulk of her halfling body and took on the sleeker, nor dexterous of the three blessed garbs. The transformation was sound, more so as delicate whines parted her lips with the change of her interior as well as exterior. Her nerves became excited, dancing wildly as adrenaline coursed the dizzying length of veins time and again, increasing her already rampant heartbeat til her maw parted further and she was forced to breath the close air through it.
The change settled and though she was shrouded from head to calloused toes in curtains of vibrant autumn hues, she felt terribly exposed… vulnerable as the feral mind was forcibly pushed aside and overtaken by the more cultured. In the midst of her change, she had heard his offer to leave and find another place. She knew the offer was empty, just as she knew that inevitably the sun would set and night would overcome the land. She knew. But none the less her body responded desperately, inching her forward on its own accord to slip shyly between her companion’s legs, tail and all swaying lazily in drunken sweeps. “You needn’t do that…” she whimpered with ears laid flat and expression sorrowful as she slipped her muzzle beneath his jaw then softly caressed along the curvature of his neck. “You are already here… there is no reason for you to leave,” she breathed into the soft fur of his neck. “Unless you do not wish to share this place with me…”
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