"Still think I'm just an illustration?"

Panting heavily, Gabe almost wrapped his arms around the goat tightly and squeezed as hard as he could- but then quickly remembered himself. One set of eyes (he had multiple now, that was going to take some getting used to!) glancing down over his body. Taking in the sight of muscle that now existed in abundance where there had been little before. At the creamy fur coating his body whose colour reminded him of toffee. Black markings reminiscent of tentacles now wound their way around his arms and legs towards the dark fur of his belly, and tentacles flowed like thick hair in tufts around key areas of his body.

"Rrrrrrrr... no, sir..."

Immediately the goat smiled and peppered his cheek with kisses. He loved those little noises that Gabe made now, and wasn't shy of showing it! Kissing the goat, fucking him, and being fucked in turn... it had transformed the human into what he was now. A canine creature of alien aspect. By all accounts, he should have been horrified of this development... or at least concerned. But he couldn't bring himself to feel any such emotion. His head was drifting in a contented daze of absolute bliss, drunk on the goat's nectar and on his intoxicating presence. Why should he be afraid when this felt so wonderful?

"I did try to warn you." The goat rumbled, clicking his tongue. "I told you I was bad."

"Mhmm," Gabe nodded. "That's right."

"A terrible creature. A foul tempter and corruptor. I eat thoughts, you know."

"Oh yes... I actually remember that part feeling pretty good."

"Bah! You're just saying that because you're too far gone in terms of corruption."

"Absolutely."

Mouth opening wide, Gabe licked his Master's cheek with a golden tongue and was satisfied to see him blush. The arms looped around his shoulders closing in a little more in need of intimacy. With his newfound strength, he could have crushed the goat easily and made his escape if he'd wanted to. But in spite of how much the eldritch being had changed his body, he'd left a lot of things... his curvy build, his personality, his memory... the things that Gabe saw as important parts of himself alone. Those parts of Gabe made him so beautiful, the goat had said. He hadn't wanted the human to be his blank slate. He'd wanted Gabe to still be Gabe.

Because Gabe was already perfect, just the way he was.

"You know... if you really wanted to, you could still go home."

"I know." Gabe growled gently. "Rrrrrrr..."

"Mmmh... then, why don't you?"

"Because I am home. And you're not always as scary as you think."

The goat didn't say anything after that. He just smiled, closed his eyes and leaned in to embrace the hound gratefully. Who cradled the caprine's form in his arms as carefully as he would a piece of fine china. The two sitting there sharing the warmth for the rest of the evening, until both had soundly fallen asleep.

*****

Looking even better in colour, the charming hound known as Gabe courtesy of   Sabinmoon is such a sweet thing. And an enduring symbol of a friendship that I'm deeply grateful to have.

  Mossmeat has already been the architect of my first Telegram stickers. And they did a wonderful job again on this piece! I'm a sucker for a piece that's more on the warmer and more intimate side now and then. And I intend to cherish this one for a long time to come. ^^