< I would never! Probably. I'm going to start demorphing now. I seriously suggest you don't watch -- this gets real gross, real fast. >
( It's always a suggestion over a demand. Collette only cares to the extent that it's kind of embarrassing to be watched by people who don't have to do the same sorts of things.
On the other hand, she trusts Mystique enough to feel she'll make the best decision for her stomach's safety on her own. So it is that the coyote changes in fits and spurts, muzzle shortening, ears moving down the side of its head, fur lengthening on the top of its head and sucking in with an almost audible schwoop. Her hind legs change direction, elongating as the knees come around to the proper position, and her ankle comes closer to her toes. All told, in a minute, Collette the girl is sitting on the ground, dressed in an off-white tanktop and cherry-colored underwear.
Hey, she made do with what she had with her morph suit out of commission. )
I really hope you're good with riding bareback!
( She states while she still has a mouth, picturing the Mongolian horse she'd acquired in her mind's eye. Morphing horse was like sprouting four uncoordinated legs all at once, falling onto her side and squirming around as her neck arched and thickened, nose stretching down low until being horse faced wasn't just a statement on looks, but an actual reality.
Collette rolls to her feet, standing and shaking herself off as the morph finishes. A tail pushes out on the top of her rear, her own wavy dark hair remaining as a mane for a few seconds, bizarre and out of place, until it pulls back in and she's left with a stiff, upstanding bristle.
If there was one thing she could definitively feel right now, in all the mess of the horse's instincts, it was how supremely male and top of her game she was at. Tossing her head in the air, she turned around to face wherever Mystique was. )
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< I would never! Probably. I'm going to start demorphing now. I seriously suggest you don't watch -- this gets real gross, real fast. >
( It's always a suggestion over a demand. Collette only cares to the extent that it's kind of embarrassing to be watched by people who don't have to do the same sorts of things.
On the other hand, she trusts Mystique enough to feel she'll make the best decision for her stomach's safety on her own. So it is that the coyote changes in fits and spurts, muzzle shortening, ears moving down the side of its head, fur lengthening on the top of its head and sucking in with an almost audible schwoop. Her hind legs change direction, elongating as the knees come around to the proper position, and her ankle comes closer to her toes. All told, in a minute, Collette the girl is sitting on the ground, dressed in an off-white tanktop and cherry-colored underwear.
Hey, she made do with what she had with her morph suit out of commission. )
I really hope you're good with riding bareback!
( She states while she still has a mouth, picturing the Mongolian horse she'd acquired in her mind's eye. Morphing horse was like sprouting four uncoordinated legs all at once, falling onto her side and squirming around as her neck arched and thickened, nose stretching down low until being horse faced wasn't just a statement on looks, but an actual reality.
Collette rolls to her feet, standing and shaking herself off as the morph finishes. A tail pushes out on the top of her rear, her own wavy dark hair remaining as a mane for a few seconds, bizarre and out of place, until it pulls back in and she's left with a stiff, upstanding bristle.
If there was one thing she could definitively feel right now, in all the mess of the horse's instincts, it was how supremely male and top of her game she was at. Tossing her head in the air, she turned around to face wherever Mystique was. )
< Am I a stud or what? >
( If horses could smile... )