Huh. He certainly seems like the type of dog that you would possess.
[Is that a crack about Crusher’s appearance or Dodger’s? Ambiguous. He tries to get the dog to come closer to him, but it appears he’s far too nervous about this strange man to allow Ivar to get anywhere close to touching him.
Ivar starts stripping down of all but the most form-fitting layers. His leg braces are taken off with the most careful air and set down on the floor next to him.]
Keep an eye on those. I don’t want your mutt to gnaw on them. So tell me, what do you want me to ask your beast?
[With that, Ivar starts to morph into his husky form. His bones creak and groan as some are shortened while others form from seemingly nothing at all. His muscles constrict and contract as they form around his new frame and thick, fluffy fur sprouts all over him. His ears melt into the side of his head and move further up as his thumbs and fingers shorten into stubs while they sprout dark nails. When he’s done, he turns to look at the room around him. When he spots Crusher, the dog’s instincts immediately rise up and overcome his own human ones. The hair along the husky’s back rises straight up and a deep growl rises from his throat. He stands there, chest puffed out, and ears flattened against his skull.
Dodger might want to grab his boyfriend’s collar if he doesn’t want a fight to ensue. (And boy does that sound a lot less sexy and kinky when he’s a literal dog instead of a person.)]
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Date: 2020-02-14 08:15 am (UTC)[Is that a crack about Crusher’s appearance or Dodger’s? Ambiguous. He tries to get the dog to come closer to him, but it appears he’s far too nervous about this strange man to allow Ivar to get anywhere close to touching him.
Ivar starts stripping down of all but the most form-fitting layers. His leg braces are taken off with the most careful air and set down on the floor next to him.]
Keep an eye on those. I don’t want your mutt to gnaw on them. So tell me, what do you want me to ask your beast?
[With that, Ivar starts to morph into his husky form. His bones creak and groan as some are shortened while others form from seemingly nothing at all. His muscles constrict and contract as they form around his new frame and thick, fluffy fur sprouts all over him. His ears melt into the side of his head and move further up as his thumbs and fingers shorten into stubs while they sprout dark nails. When he’s done, he turns to look at the room around him. When he spots Crusher, the dog’s instincts immediately rise up and overcome his own human ones. The hair along the husky’s back rises straight up and a deep growl rises from his throat. He stands there, chest puffed out, and ears flattened against his skull.
Dodger might want to grab his boyfriend’s collar if he doesn’t want a fight to ensue. (And boy does that sound a lot less sexy and kinky when he’s a literal dog instead of a person.)]