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Delia and Gillian's Apartment - Late Evening

One night, Delia is feeling hornier than usual. She starts idly licking at Gillian's chest when they're in bed.

Gillian eeps at the sudden sensation of corgi tongue across her chest, "Oh! Ah, um... you caught me off guard...!"

Delia giggles, leaning over: "Sorry. Just felt like doing that. Hope you don't mind."

Gillian blushes, shrinking a little in embarrassment, "N-no, a bit unexpected... but I certainly don't mind."

Delia hums: "Well good, or else I'm way worse at reading the people I love than I thought."

Gillian giggles, wiggling a bit beneath Delia, "O-oh? And what is your read on me, then, hm? You said you don't always like to do the therapy analysis with friends and family but... I think I deserve a little bit after you licked me."

Delia nuzzles onto Gillian's chest floof: "Well for one, you're soft. And big, relatively speaking." She looks up: "You're also adorable."

Gillian grins, nuzzling into Delia's fur, "That's all just reasons why you want to lick me! It doesn't tell me why you think I want to be licked."

Delia giggles: "Oh, fine. I actually don't know that for sure, but based on previous experience, I made an educated guess." She licks at Gillian's tit fur again: "And also cause that sends shivers down your spine I think."

Gillian does indeed shiver at the second lick, a little more prepared this time, but still clearly enjoying it. "Well, it was a good read anyways. I can give you some insight. B-because it feels good, and you make me feel special, and loved, and because I love you in return."

Delia smirks, then licks again: "Good insight, then. I like making you feel all that, and more. You're like... extra special in that regard." She giggles. "My little goat."

Gillian lifts a hand to pet Delia's head, then leans in to lick her face in return, giggling, "You never need to worry about that, you make me feel amazing, and special, and very happy."

Delia licks Gillian's nose: "Well, good. Cause you're very comfy to make comfortable and I'd hate to lose that~"

Gillian crosses her eyes to look down at her snout as Delia licks it, "Well... you won't lose me anytime soon. Anytime ever, if I can help it. So, um... lick wherever you feel like." She maybe doesn't quite realize what she's inviting with that.

Delia does, and blushes. "Oh. Well... m-maybe later. For now, Imma just... stay right here." She leans onto Gillian, closing her eyes.

Gillian blinks, but ends up wrapping her arms around Delia and snugging her close. "I'm not going anywhere, I rather like you right there as well."

Delia giggles: "Slightly more than roommates, now? I'd say yes." She nuzzles Gillian's neck: "Love you."

Gillian giggles at the feeling of the were-corgi's nose against her neck, "Just slightly more, and then some. I'm your humble servant, my love."

Delia smiles warmly: "Servant nothing, no more. You're my equal. Possibly better than me, really."

Gillian shakes her head, "Certainly not better. Equal, I'll accept. But the servant is in my blood. What I've learned from you is that it's my choice how and who I choose to serve, now. And you're my number one choice. It's just... One way I show my love, that's all."

Delia hmmf's on purpose to Gillian's neck fur: "F-fine, be that way. I'll just have to yield to you doing nice things to me." She pauses: "You'd honestly think I'd gotten out of that mindset of nice things done to me being bad, but here we are. How do you tolerate such a were-trainwreck?"

Gillian frowns ever so slightly, but it's hard to keep that up when your lover is on top of snuffling into your fur, "As easily as you tolerate my own trainwreck. I still have to fight back a panic attack if the silverware isn't properly put away in the kitchen! I'm getting better though... We both are. And together, too. Without you... I might have slunk back to my old manor that night... And I'd have probably thought I deserved any kind of punishment they gave me."

Delia frowns, looking up: "I-I'd find a way to travel back in time to stop you from doing that." She pauses: "That makes no sense, though. Unless my continued unhappiness from not ever having met you caused some kind of eureka moment into then finding a way into meeting you, and I'm not sure if time travel is necessary in either case. And I'm pretty sure it hasn't been invented yet, but who knows?"

Gillian can't help but laugh, squeezing Delia and giving her a peck on the forehead, "You thankfully don't have to do any of that, love. You found me entirely on your own, no time travel required... That we know of... I guess we can't rule it out...? But gosh I hope if there's a place we aren't together, that we get together there..."

Delia shrugs and leans on Gillians boobs again: "Yeah, if we're also out there somewhen, I hope we're going to be have been as happy as we are now."

Gillian hums, sinking back into the bed as Delia leans against her, "Agreed... I'm glad you've let me be a good thing in your life. And been such a good thing in mine as well."

Delia hums in mirror: "Well, we're all good then." She pauses: "...okay, so things are still all crazy in this world and at Ad-Hoc, but you know, deal with all that one day at a time. Together."

Gillian frowns, squeezing Delia again, "I don't... I don't think I can do anything about all of that... I'm not much... But I just want to help where I can... And cling to our own little bit of happiness here."

Delia squeezes back: "Like I am clinging to you right now?"

Gillian nods. "Maybe a bit like that, yes... The world is... Scary... I know so little about it, and how others might think and feel about me... About anyone at Ad-Hoc."

Delia sighs a bit: "Yeah... I have no illusions that there are people out there who would not want us to be. But Ad-Hoc is a safe haven. For us and others."

Gillian nods slowly, and smiles faintly. "It brought us together. For that alone, it's worth doing everything I can to help them."

Delia smiles: "Wouldn't have it any other way. It just feels right, you know? Helping others like so many of them did help us."

Gillian nods, "Being of service to those who Need it... Feels a lot better than being of service to people who don't even care about me, that's for sure."

Delia nuzzles onto Gillian again: "Mm, I can only imagine. And besides, your food is so good~."

Gillian blushes, and pecks Delia's forehead again, "It's... well... I think I do alright. But you're sweet to say so."

Delia smirks: "Are you kidding? My diet consisted of junk pizzas and cheap takeaway until you came in and changed all that."

Gillian grows serious, though a hint of a blush remains on her face, "A crime. A crime! A well cooked meal is an experience! I'm just glad you enjoy my cooking... I do love to cook for someone as appreciative as you."

The corgi grins: "Well there's a lot to appreciate. You spoil me."

Gillian's expression breaks back into a smile, and she kisses Delia a little more passionately, "You're easy to spoil, when you always give me that grin in return."

Delia giggles into the kiss, her tail wagging: "I'm an easy puppy to amuse."

Gillian giggles back, "Then I'm lucky no one else came along before me."

Delia hums: "Well you know, I'm kinda below most people's notice. But you noticed me."

Delia pauses, then licks Gillian's nose.

Gillian squeaks again, giggling at the lick, "I know that feeling... but you noticed me first... and now you could never be below my notice."

Delia blushes, smiling, her tail wagging slowing: "T-that does make me happy, you know that. Being... well, noticed."

Gillian blushes, "I don't know if I like being noticed... at least, not by most folks... being noticed by you though, it was the turning point to a lot of things in my life."

Delia shrugs, still leaning on Gillian's chest: "Well you know, it kinda turned into one for me too. I d-definitely don't feel as alone as I once was. Ad-Hoc is a found family of sorts, but... even there, no one really gives me the time of day that much."

Gillian giggles, "Until now, at least. And even if they don't, and you feel ignored, you know that I'll always be here waiting for you." She blinks, realizing just how sappy and strong that sounds, but opts to double down. "I mean that, too. I love you dearly, Delia."

Delia smiles, her blush bright enough to light up the room almost: "W-well, you know... I love you too. You're the best thing that's happened to me since I grew fur... scratch that, you're the best thing that's happened to me ever."

Gillian steals a kiss, "I suppose I'll accept that... but the fur does make you look rather beautiful... but I guess I've never known you without it."

Delia blushes as a thought occurs to her: "W-well... f-for you..." She hesitates, swallowing: "I c-could, in theory... s-show you..."

Gillian blinks, "D-didn't you say it hurts to transform? I wouldn't want you to go through anything like that for my sake."

Delia nods slowly: "I-it does. It usually makes me pass out." She looks up at Gillian's eyes: "But for you, i-if you want to see who I was, and I guess still am in a way..." The corgi is torn. Very, very torn.

Gillian reaches up to put a hand on Delia's cheek, looking back into her eyes while cradling her face, "...Love... I already see who you are."

Delia blinks and blushes: "Ah um. Y-yeah. O-of course." She sighs with a soft smile: "I g-guess you'll see one day anyway if I have to force it."

Gillian nods, "If you have to... but I would never want you to force it on my account unless you want it."

Delia goes quiet for a second, gathering her thoughts. "It's... for the first time I would feel safe enough to try. That you'll be here if the change takes my lights out."

Gillian nods again, slightly concerned, "I will be here to keep you safe if anything happens, yes."

Delia sighs: "It just... I know it sounds silly, but I k-kind of want you to see."

Gillian smiles, "I just want to make sure it's your choice, and not because you feel like you owe it to me or anything. I love you no matter what you look like."

Delia blushes: "I know. I know. It's just... well. I want you to know." She shakes her head: "J-just gotta have a day where it's okay for both of us if I pass out."

Gillian reaches around to hug Delia tight. "Whenever you're comfortable with it, I can be hear. All I care about is making sure you'll be okay." She pauses, "I... okay, I'll admit, I'm at least a little curious about how you'll look as a human... part of me, that old voice that makes me feel bad about myself... it says if you were human, you wouldn't even want to waste your time with a demi- like me... I know that's stupid but..."

Delia smiles with her blush: "I have no idea where my life would be if I hadn't been cursed back then. But I doubt I'd be this happy, comfortable and loved." Her hands wander to Gillian's sides: "I want to show you, because I want there to be nothing I'm keeping from you, even if it's not like... on purpose, but just like a part of me that once was, and still is. Kind of."

Delia continues: "And it's... I know you are not with me cause of who I could be, but I still want to give you a glimpse of me that - well - could be."

Gillian rests her head against Delia's neck, nuzzling gently. "Then I'd like to see that, yes. All I want is for you to be safe in doing it, and then I can do everything I can to keep you happy, and comfortable... and very, very loved."

Delia nuzzles into Gillian: "Mmm. I think you do all of those." She pauses for a second: "C-completely safe I can not promise, a-although you being with me helps... it helps a lot."

Gillian sighs, "If you're sure..." She pulls back to look Delia in the eyes, "But not a force in this world could keep me away."

Delia smiles warmly: "Then I believe I should." She pulls back as well, sitting on the bed with her legs under her. Still easily within arm's reach, just far enough to her form about to get bigger. She leans her hands to her knees as she looks at Gillian: "Are you ready?" Her tail wags nervously. This is a lot more nerve-wrackingly exciting than just being naked with her lover.

Gillian watches Delia, then slips out of bed to sit on edge, making herself close without crowding the corgi before she changes. She reaches out her hand, a serious expression on her face. "I am. If there's anything I can do to help, just say the word. And please, please don't push yourself too hard. I love you... I'm here for you."

Delia nods, her heart beating hard and fast: "I p-promise. T-this is something I've been thinking about for a while..." She tries to give an encouraging smile, though it's slightly marred by her nervousness. She takes a deep breath. "Okay. Here goes." She lifts her hands to her sides, making small motions as though encouraging the change to come and get her.

Her change starts as her shifting between feral and anthro does, although it's noticeably slower. She grits her teeth and lets out a small squeak of pain. Brave face or not, going human hurts. She doesn't stop, though, opening her eyes enough to glance at Gillian.

Gillian reaches out to take Delia's hand, even if just to give her something to squeeze in pain. Her face still shows her obvious concern, but she simply nods, "You're okay, love. You're alright. I'm here."

Delia gives Gillian a smile: "Y-yes. Okay. Okay. I can do this." She focuses again, squeezing at Gillian's hand almost instantly as her fur goes lighter, softer, thinner as her snout starts to push ínwards. It's not completely unpleasant looking, although certainly off-putting for someone who has only ever seemingly been the one with the dog's face. Her paw in Gillian's hand slowly loses its' pads, and behind her, her tail starts to shrink. All the while Delia gets bigger in size.

Gillian frowns, watching Delia struggle through the changes, but her hands don't move from Delia's paw/hand, only shifting to make Delia's grip more comfortable. Watching someone you know so well quite literally become someone, something else is certainly strange and unsettling, but the faun doesn't say anything about that, "Almost there... uh, I assume. I mean, yeah. Almost there, Delia."

Delia groans, then shrieks in pain as the changes course through her. She shivers as her fur diminishes and vanishes, leaving only a mid-lenght brown hair down her head and back. She pants heavily, wrapping her arms around herself as she shudders. Somehow, she is still conscious, if barely.

The human in front of Gillian is about the same height as the Faun, and about as shapely. Her skin is light brown, and her looks overall are vaguely of Mediterranean direction, although it's probable even Delia herself couldn't tell from where exactly. She gives Gillian a pained, shivering smile: "H-hurts. B-but, b-but I wanted you to see."

Gillian moves to hold Delia and keep her from falling off the bed. "It's alright, you got through it..." She smiles at the human, "And I do see. I'm just sorry to say you're just as beautiful like this. ...you need anything?"

Delia keeps breathing hard. She just nods: "J-just. Just..." She takes a breath and takes the Faun's hands in hers: "N-not f-feeling great, b-but I had to... oh boy the room should not spin this much."

Gillian holds Delia's hand but quickly gets to work, shifting out of bed to (somewhat insistently) urge Delia back to lay down. "Of course it shouldn't. That took a LOT out of you, Love, and I'm glad you're alright, but you need to lay down, and you need to rest from the exertion. I think if you ever want to do this again, it should be with a heartier meal too... lots of carbs, might give you the energy to get through it smoother... I don't know! I uh, just... lay back, okay."

Delia does as guided, not that she's really in the position to argue. She giggles tiredly: "Ah heh. I'm f-fine. I'm... okay, sorta mostly kinda fine-ish?" She leans to give Gillian a kiss: "Y-you-re pretty as ever, tho." It's fairly obvious the not-corgi is pretty delirious, and probably in more pain than she's showing: "We have a good bed. Come here."

Gillian hesitates at first, "I could get you some water or something out of medicine cabinet or..." She sighs, smiling cautiously, then climbs back into bed, carefully coming alongside Delia, gently returning the kiss, "Ah, I can't leave you like this..."

Delia giggles again, then collapses back, the energy out of her. She winces, then lets out a groan: "I'm just gonna... gonna..." She leans her head back to the pillows, out like a light. She's breathing calmly, if painedly. The tiniest creeping of fur back to her features are already upon her cheeks and at the edge of her ears.

Gillian watches Delia in concern, but once she notes the breathing is alright, she simply cuddles up to cautiously, too nervous to do much more than watch her love slowly shift back to her old, yet new self.

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