Somehow, my mates know, and they tend to me again.
And again.
And again.
Until there’s no part of me left untouched.
Body, mind, and soul.
Chapter 25
Ahstahl
Five risings later, theaptetheat leaves Keelie, and she’s finally cool to the touch. I don’t know how many times we took her as the enzyme worked to change her body. Thankfully, hervinawas one of the first things affected, so our joining didn’t cause her any pain. Aercek and I weren’t sure what to expect onceaptetended… but our mate is lovelier than ever.
Running my extended talons through her curly hair, now a more fur-like consistency that’s streaked through with silver, black, and bright turquoise, I marvel at her altered body while she slumbers between Aercek and I. Turquoise and slate-gray scales run from the tops of her feet, up the side of each leg, and down each arm to her fingers. They line her spine as well, and wrap around her torso beneath and between her breasts. To our delight, the scales extend up from her chest along each side of her neck to frame her beautiful face.
Lifting one of her hands, I press the last knuckle on the end of her finger and smile when a miniature replica of my own talon emerges from the tip. We both know from our many matings that her incisor and canine teeth are altered as well. They’re more similar to Dewlvrkgnari fangs than human teeth now, and our mate wasn’t shy about using them. Aercek and Iare thoroughly marked all over our bodies—there’s no denying to whom we belong.
Her face is also slightly more angular, but overall, the shape of her mouth, nose, and eyes is the same. Thankfully, the alluring green-brown color of her orbs has remained the same, though her pupil is slit now instead of the roundness found in humans. This means her eyesight will be far sharper than before. Aercek tilts his head down and runs the tip of his nose along her elongated, pointy ear, and I have to hold in my laugh when it twitches in reaction to his touch.
What worries us the most is her potential reaction to the adorable set of horns that’ve grown from her skull where her skin and hairline meet. They’re nowhere near as large as mine or Aerceks, and instead of black like ours, they’re a luminescent white that matches her tiny talons. From what we’ve read, most human females are not fond of their looks being altered without their consent… and this is definitely an alteration to what she’s looked at for the entirety of her life.
She was breathtakingly beautiful to us before, but now…
Now, we can see the physical manifestation of her commitment to us, and the proof that she will live a long, healthy life on Undatfonyh. It makes her transcendent.
A deep inhale followed by a languorous stretch announces her impending awakening, and I feel the bottom drop out of my stomach as apprehension builds. Aercek must sense my disquiet, because he grabs the base of one of my horns, giving it a little shake.
“All will be well, Ahstahl. Quiet your thoughts. We need to be prepared to support our mate.”
Rubbing my cheek against his forearm, I mark him with my scent in an attempt to soothe myself. “You’re correct, but I worry if this is too much. If this is what pushes her away from us.”
“All will be well.” He repeats, and before I can respond, Keelie’s eyes pop open.
KEELIE
I don’t remember the last time I felt this great. Opening my eyes, I see my mates on either side of me, worry etched into their faces. Smiling at them, I sit up and squeak when my bladder starts yelling at me. Scrambling out from between them, I don’t notice right away that I don’t have to climb down to get out of bed. Hurrying over to the bathroom, I dart inside and sigh in relief as I relieve myself.
Pushing the buttons, I jerk a little as the bidet and dryer hit me in the bits before I stand up and walk to the sink. The door snaps open, and I look at my mates loitering in the doorway. “What the heck are y’all…”
A short scream cuts off my words when I look at myself in the mirror. Leaning over the sink, I stare at my reflection.
It’s me… but not. I look like I’m an alien version of myself at twenty—instead of forty-five year old human.
Tilting my head back and forth, I examine my new appearance.
I have a pair of glittery, white horns shaped like those of a hartebeest, my eyes have slit pupils like a reptile, and I have scales framing not just my face, but my entire body. Taking a step back from the vanity, I look down at myself and realize that my breasts are perkier, and at least a size, if not two, larger… but so am I. Moving past a new set of tits that would make a plastic surgeon weep with envy, I realize my arms, belly, and legs are allmore muscular and toned. I’m still super curvy, but I also look fit as fuck. The lack of body hair is new, and I can’t say I’m going to miss having to shave or wax…at all.
My mates have silently approached and are standing behind me on either side. Before… the top of my head was at Ahstahl’s collarbone and the top of Aercek’s chest. Now… now the top of my head, excluding my horns, reaches Ahstahl’s chin and Aercek’s throat. I have to be somewhere between six-foot-four and six-foot-six with a body frame to match. A vague memory of biting the guys rises, and I run my tongue across my teeth, unshocked when I find that several of them have elongated into fangs. Raising my eyes, I see multiple bite marks across my mate’s necks and chests reflecting back to me in the mirror. Everywhere their scales and hide are the thinnest, there’s a mark.
Aercek lifts one of my hands, pressing on a spot near the tip of one of my fingers, and I stare in amazement at the deadly-looking talon, the same color as my horns, which painlessly slips from the tip of the digit.
I’m not sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn’tthis.Taking a second to think through my emotions, I realize that I’m not upset, anxious, or anywhere close to a panic attack. This… thisfeelsright. Like the next stage of my life, but I get to skip menopause.
Whichdoes nothurt my feelings at all.
The silence must be too much for Ahsthal, because he nuzzles his cheek against mine before resting his chin on my shoulder, the inward curvature of my horns making his favorite form of affection as easy as it wasbefore.“Littleanima, please say something.”
