Logs:And Now, For My Finale!

And Now, For My Finale!
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Dramatis Personae Tabby, Uma	11 July, 2010 Spells can go wrong.
Location North Shore, Turtle Bay	Plot(s)
Junior Suite at the Turtle Bay Resort Suite 604 is clean, simple, and designed to be welcoming. The main space is done in shades of cream, sand, white, and teal for pops of color in the form of throw pillows and a warm, cuddly blanket along the back of the couch. It looks pretty much like a living room, with the single couch, a television against one wall, and a small kitchenette area. Of course, most living rooms didn't have a lanai attached to them that overlooked Turtle Bay. Off the main living area is a wide doorway leading to a bedroom filled with similar colors to the living area. Within the bedroom is a huge, king sized bed with lovely, pale colored sheets and a comfortable looking comforter in a shade of bright turquoise with white edging. Tabby had insisted they return to the resort at 10 p.m. to sober up and get some rest before the start of tomorrow's schedule. No less than six alarms and a several margaritas later, Tabby and Uma wound their way through the lobby, where the desk clerk passed Uma a long awaited package. They took the elevator up to the top floor, and managed to keep their laughter and giggles down along the way to Uma's suite, she opened the door. She gave her bodyguard a hug and slipped into her room with the widest of smiles as she latched the door. The clicking of her mechanical clock and its glowing hands, confirmed, Uma the Great! was right on schedule, three hours to Witching. Magic was magic. Forcing a card, sleight of hand, conjuration and the manipulation of ectoplasmic structures were a matter of practice. Effect, method, design, practice, execution, and showmanship. The effect of creating ectophasmic holes, shaping, and reversal was child's play at this point, and she had been a master of it for years now. Then came a glimpse of the horizon, in creating a pocket on her palm, she had infused it into her skin painlessly, and reversibly, the reality of biomancy opened up to her. She set aside her escape tricks for the spectacular display of a becoming a dove to fly out of a plain metal cage suspended over the audience. It was all there in her notes, the research, the calculations, and now, the final materials. Uma started some coffee, and got out her materials. It was time to sober and prepare for the secret event before the grand reveal! Furniture was moved, area cleaned, Uma purified herself in the glory of infinite hot water. Her hair brushed, she robed, and drank her brew. Calculations were checked for the eighth time, circles were drawn, ingredients set up, and spirit lamps were lit. Sobering progressed, until it was required that alcohol be added to her Gatorade. The number of magic salves and potions that altered the mind and body are plentiful, but it was more a lubrication for transition as part of her form would be transmuted and returned when she changed back. She continuously checked and rechecked her work, and once satisfied she confirmed her coordination with card tricks. The stage was set. The Witching Hour arrived and her will focused and spent. The barbs of a down feather of a female dove was plucked one by one and added to the grain alcohol. A weave of ectoplasm from the formed suit, she wore, was added, so the transition would take it as well. A dusting of divided charcoal in the ratio of her body weight to the weight of a dove to represent the transition. Ten grains of pulverized sand added to mark the time. The last of the charcoal was added to regain her mass, and seven hairs collected from her brush to represent her return to form. She systematically broke the series of circles to feed the gathered reserves of moonlight and power towards the potion, and as the final one broke, the potion swirled and shivered with power. She blew out the lights, one after another to save herself the fire hazard of burning feathers. Doors to the bathroom, and balcony closed to ensure the instincts of flight could not carry her too far in ten seconds. The Witching Hour ended. So began Happy Hour, Uma raised her potion to the ceiling and grinned, "To Uma the Great," and she drank down the potion, the liquid warming her throat. The tingling began immediately, her fingers elongating as the calamus of feathers spouted over her skin and through the faded ectoplasmic unitard. She had just enough time to set down the stone glass, before the fruits of her labor took hold and she was weightless, her vision of the room twisting to be panoramic as gravity tried to edge her down. Air licked at her outstretched wings, flicking over primary feathers to carved into a guide. The sensation of flight was absolute joy, her laughter coming out as a series of dove cooing, and she managed to make around the room and into the doorway to the bedroom. The landing was a manner of dancing feet that stayed beneath her slight weight. Ten seconds passed, as her body swelled, digits formed as feathers retracted, the warm feeling of boozes rushing into her system as she grew. Pain flooded right behind. Her very bones groaned and popped as too much mass tried to fill the volume. The taste of copper filled her mouth as her jawbone snapped through its elongation, and sharpened teeth grew. Her bladder and bowels bloated, their sphincters releasing to humiliating mess. She had only the time to form the thought of 'What went wr--' before her prefrontal cortex pressed within the limits of her skull. The scent of her own fear, echoed sounds of her whimpering pain crawling into flattened ears was the only evidence she needed to understand, she was trapped. Eternity passed, flashes of the race, maddened darts to any hint of fresh air. Claws dug wildly at unyielding doors until her nails cracked and splintered. Four legged dashes tracked urine and feces all over the suite in the hopes of the way out being left unmarked. The stress caused her fur to raise and her body to rhythmically convulse, kicking up a burning slurry of partially digested shrimp and rice. The fear of starvation called her to sniff, and lap up every bit of it. The despair of her cage pushed her to the very edge of her endurance, and foaming ropes of saliva fell from her snarling maw. Everything was bitten, ripped and tossed within frenzy. Whimpering urge forced her to squat in the place that smell least of food, passing her biological waste. Defeated, she retired to a mound of blankets that was scented of a female human, perhaps the very tormentor that had sealed her here. Hyperventilated pants ebbed and flowed over a drying tongue. Her paws stung as blood crystallized around the beds of her claws, urine and feces fur locked her tail against her anus. She blinked her two tone eyes, one tawny and the other blue, and heavy lidded they closed as she fell into dream: A sea of clapping limbs, shrieking whistles, and glittering lights. Stage lights gave way to sunlight. Clapping to the bass pounding of a heeled hand driven repeatedly against the door. Whistling became the sound of a very angry and hungover Latina bodyguard, "UMA! Despierta! I had to workout looking like la golfillo! Wake up, and stop stealing my maldito hairbrush!" The rapping on the door was responded to with a loud, high pitched, yelping noise as Uma was quite clearly surprised out of her sleep. The initial yelp was followed by a series of aggressive, tumultuous yipes as the sound of thumping and thudding could be heard through the door. The wild haired Tabby listened for a moment, her brows coming together. "How did you miss your alarm clock?" The random thought being that Tabbie did not set the alarm... Or at least... Maybe? She growled due to her head throbbing. Patting her block athletic shorts, then the breast pocket of her yellow athletic shirt. "I swear to dios, if I walk in on you and boyfriend..." The rest was muttered as she produced the key from her phone case and slipped it into the lock, groaned as it failed to flash. Tabby rolled the top of her shorts to slip off the key ring and unlock the door to the suite. "The lights are out on the st--" The wall of scents punched Tabby in the skull, her brown eyes taking on an instant tawny gold color, as a line of thick and pinched bruises encircled her neck. Her nostrils flared to pull at the sights as she stepped inside. To Uma's canine nose, a feral she-wolf had appeared. "Uma?! Tortuga!" Tabby's muscles gained definition, as her hand thumbed the phone to turn on the phone, adjusting the beam to corners as she made her way through the suite towards the bedroom. From within the bedroom, snarling that was decidedly of the warning type came. It wasn't pleasant. In fact it was downright harrowing... sort of. Maybe it was almost more harrowing for the animal that was making the noise from inside what looked like a whirlwind hollow of heavy blankets and sheets that had been pulled off the bed and turned into a den. Or had once been a den, and is now something more akin to a bed of quicksand. There were teeth, but they looked almost like they weren't sure if they should be shown, as UmaWolf's lips kept slipping back over them as she salivated. At the very least, though, a set of mismatched, blue and brown, eyes were fixed on Tabby. Tabby locked eyes with the two-colored eyed Uma, and then this bitch bared her teeth and rattle off a growl it was a clear canine signal of 'Alpha here, you're not'. She held that stare on the insolent pup until Uma elected to back down and her posture go more submissive. Her jaw clicked as some internal dialog play out, and Tabby let out a growl. "Que carajo? No... Fine!" Tabby set her phone down, walking around the wall of the bedroom, sniffing. She oozed back and forth until she found the highest spec of fecal matter on the wall, and turned to face Uma as she toed out of her shoes, sweaty socks, and finally her shorts leaving her bare from the waist down. Bending at the waist, Tabby pressed her ass on the wall, as she tapped her own elbow impatiently. A trickle of urine spilled around the seal and down her legs. It was wolfen, if wolves made a habit of getting drunk, and more importantly it was the next high water mark in the room. Red eared and looking thoroughly annoyed, she continued around the suite adding her scent atop Uma's to establish the new baseline for 'I own this shit now'. The snarling had at least stopped, though the strange, dark brown, wolf in the pile of blankets didn't take her eyes off of Tabby as the woman elected to make her mark on the room that hadn't really contained much stink of anyone else up to that point. The wolf's nostrils flared and she seemed more than happy to be cocooned now, even if she'd as recently as 45 seconds ago been freaking out about her legs being wrapped up. She slinked back into the pile of blankets like it was a proper den and just watched Tabby from the shadows created by the blanket arcing over her head. Tabby let out a long sign, tightening her abdomen to squeeze out the last of the contents of her urine, giving the room another series of sniffs. She picked a spot with the greatest cross-section of scents, and she removed her top of well. "Poor laundry..." Lowering herself to get on her hands and balls of her feet, holding the curve of rear high and proud, the latina laid down flat. With a roll of her ears, she began to roll back and forth on the ground, adding specks of feces, sheens of urine from both individuals, and Uma's blood. Somewhere in the process, she let out an unashamed moan, flipping her hair to fan it, and seemingly enjoying herself in getting thoroughly messy. She again raised up, ass raised, and crawl across the ground and onto the bed. Again, she sniffed, and rolled back and forth glorying in the scents held within the mattress like it was a treasure trove to share, sitting and shifting her hips to add her own. Her eyes locked onto Uma, and Tabby rose into her high posture of authority and closed on the creature, sniffing without lowering her head. UmaWolf was in her nest, and had shifted to be fairly low to the ground, so when she looked up at the approaching Tabby, it was decidedly from a lower vantage point. She lifted her snout a bit and inhaled, nostrils flaring again as she cocked her head to the side a touch, one ear catching on the blankets and flipping over inside out on top of her dark brown head, showing off the pink interior. The blinking of Uma's eyes was quick, and only occurred when required, like she wasn't nearly ready to take her attention solidly from the woman. Curiosity and wariness warred as she shuddered slightly, shrinking back into her 'den' a little more as Tabby came closer with her obviously dominant behavior. Tabby's lip shivered as Umawolf retreating back from, a soft growl adding a note to her disproval of the action. "Uma... Uma El Gran." She added to the statement as she attempted reach the woman trapped in wolf form. "You have no idea how awkward this is for me. Loba does your own opinion on the matter. I don't know how much you understand the words coming out of my mouth. The good news is it doesn't smell like Fenris, so you do not have a raging bitch inside of you. The bad news is that I don't have a fucking clue what happened save for the drawings in the other room. Not maldito helpful, I know." She rolled her eyes, and sighed, "Hopefully, this will all be a bad dream for us." Resetting her jaw, Tabby pressed forward into the makeshift den, nosing and flipping the blanket off of Umawolf. The very scent of her was canine confidence in her actions, this had to be done, Uma was hers, and nothing was off limits. Tabby nosed Uma to roll over and expose, adding a playful bite to the other wolf's snout. Demanding dominance, without outright violence. Uma shifted a bit as Tabby moved the bedding around to uncover and destroy her little makeshift den of supposed safety. A yelp left her as Tabby tried to get her to essentially roll over and expose her belly, causing her legs to quiver as she lowered herself further. The explanation for the sudden waves of renewed pain and angst coming fairly soon as Tabby exposed her legs, and the fact that her tail and fur of her legs and along her haunches was matted together with filth. Tabby grimaced as Umawolf yelped, her nostrils flaring to draw in the scent of mess and wound. Nuzzling Uma's snout, licking the wolf's lips lovingly and apologetically. Her scent held its gained status, but the aggression left her, this was a signal of worry and care of pack. Tabby closed her eyes, taking deep long breaths of Uma's scent, craning her head to offer her wolfen kiss on each side of Uma's jaws, back down her neck. "I'm going to help you, but I need to try to communicate... Some point?" She grimaced once more, tightening the muscles of her feminine core, to force the arousal to her spread labia and ink the air as a conflicting scent for Uma to sort out as she was, hoping for sign. UmaWolf shuddered a bit, seeming to relax enough that she at least wasn't trembling hard enough to make herself hurt worse along the flanks. She opened her maw and lapped at Tabby's lower jaw, covering the woman in sticky saliva that indicated dehydration, especially as it left essentially a paste on the other woman's skin. Her nose was still twitching, her ear was still flipped up inside out on top of her head, but she seemed to be blinking more regularly now than she had been before. Her breath had also slowed to more reasonable levels, which gave her less of an appearance of a wolf about to hyperventilate. Tilting her head back as Tabby gave her affection down the neck, Uma made a half barking, half howling, all Yo-looow-ing sound followed by a series of shorter, yloooow, ylow, ylows. Uma was talking, sure. Like she was trying to explain something. All that really made sense was the concept of 'thirsty, hungry, been stuck for ever.' Tabby listened, nuzzling at Uma's exposed throat, adding curls of tongue across fur to ensure the wolf understood that it was a loved throat. And very carefully, she pressed in close to bring her breast in contact, adding to the canine affectionate through touch. Her fingernails curled gently into fur to comb it, rolling the encountered blobs of mess to crumble them and deform them, and free them from individual strands and flick them away to start the grooming process. "Alright, Uma... We'll start with water first." Lifting from her slowly, Tabbie rose back up, staring down at Uma, a trembling lip as a threat of bared teeth that she would be displeased if Uma moved from this spot, and she was to wait. At that Tabby opened the bathroom door, the cool unaccessed air floating in, but lacking the scent of freedom. Grabbing the ice buckets, Tabby turned on the fascet to fill them for Uma. There was a little shifting around, though UmaWolf didn't quite dance away from the removal of the filth crusted into her fur. She did kind of turn her head to look every so often at what Tabby was doing, and after a little bit, when her tail was freed up and no longer ripping her own fur out, it started to wag back and forth, like it was testing and happy simultaneously. When Tabby stood and walked toward the closed door to the bathroom, Uma stood up onto all fours and both of her ears perked up hard. She waited til the scent of nothing but bathroom hit her sensitive nose before she let out a long suffering sigh, her lips flapping against her teeth, and then sat back down onto her haunches. It would be terribly easy to imagine Uma rolling her eyes at that moment. Tabby listened and growled at the sounds from Uma. "Are you really going to wince about the bathroom? Loba suggests I lick and nibble out every mat of fur, because I want to taste you anyway. So I have elected to refer to her as Loba Puta once more because that feels right." Tabby stared at her tawny eyes in the morning as if they were stared at one another. Setting one bucket in the shower, and the less full one on the floor of the bathroom, she turned on the shower. Tabby made a soft howl to call Uma, then clicked her tongue. "Comon, Uma. Water." She sniffed the air, turning and open a couple of bottles of Uma's shampoo to add the scent into the water churned air, then she headed to the mini-fridge, searching around the destroyed place to pick out a bottle of tequila and a bottle of sunscreen from a bag, she went back to the bedroom, trying her best to shift her scent to 'follow your alpha' be it loba puta felt readied female was appropriate. Tabby growled at herself, "You want me on four legs, as always, but that just results in two trapped wolves." Heading to the bathroom, she opened the bottle of sunscreen and leave it on the counter, and well as the tequila to take a swig, and swallowing it. UmaWolf made a chatting sound, yooolwooo yoloooo... just a bunch of repeated sounds like she was openly conversing with Tabby, then a chuffed, hard sound at the back of her throat, like she was chuckling at something. When she came up behind Tabby, she lifted her snout firmly up between Tabby's legs and dug her nose into the area that only the best of friends should ever be nosing around in. She huffed out a heavy breath, sending warm air over the softer bits she found there, then sucked in air to get a better sense of Tabby's scent. Of course, while it was very interesting to be examining what she found, she pulled her head away and lapped at her own lips, surging forward toward the water that she started biting and lapping at rapidly enough that she looked like she might well be attempting to fish in the bucket. Loba had decided that this was her vulva, there were many like it, but this one is your alpha's and it should be KNOWN! Tabby's jaw dropped as she make a soft sound from the pressure of snout and puffed sniffs of curiousity. Her nipples tightened, and the red returned to her cheeks. A dry laugh escaped her, "Two or four legs, Uma el Grande is still el embromador. The other hole is the one with more information, it's basically constantly lubed with who I am, and what I've been eating. Great information except when I jam my nose in the non-dog's ass in front of you, Ink, and the rest of the beach." Her lips stayed tight over her smile, "There's more in the shower." Stepping past Uma, Tabby bent over, flexing her anus several times to strength the scent, and stepped into the shower out of the direct stream and against the wall to expose herself fully. She took another drink. "So hot chick and her hotter date that will probably take my soul to get you on two legs. Or Ulah? Who may not be able to do mierda, but may know someone." Uma mostly just drank water at this point, until she actually gagged, her belly starting to look bloated with it. When she backed up from the bucket, she was streaming water from her mouth in saliva thickened ropes, until she of course started shaking herself, which sent saliva and water, plus flecks of dried fecal matter, pretty much everywhere. It did help her fur look more lustrous, though, thick and rich brown as it was. UmaWolf hopped into the shower to follow Tabby, though she progressed forward and did more of a nuzzling against Tabby's legs, licking her and interspersing it with 'ywwwoolll' every so often like she was carrying on the conversation with the woman. Uma never was particularly at a loss for words. Of course, while Tabby was talking in pleasant sounding vowels and syllables to Uma, Uma was responding with things along the lines of 'Lights.. so pretty. Nummy, food?' and then other silly things like 'STUCK... FOREVER'. On the plus side the licking and nuzzling up against Tabby's thighs was appreciative, decidedly filled with gratitude. 'Thank you thank youthankyouthankyouthankyou' Tabby's jaw clenched, but the look in her eyes was a debate of exactly how much she was enjoying this versus not having her friend... Tilting her head, she kept her superior position, reaching into the water to wet her hand, wetting and loosening the feces and urine from her fur, so there was no pitching restraints. The latina's fingers were incredibly gently over the sensitive and likely irritated flesh of her anus and vulva. Her hand moved down her tail to work that clean as well, tensing the scent glan there. "Pretty lights, food, and stuck forever..." The woman growled, "You aren't stuck forever, Uma. This is the problem with being secretive all the time. I'm--" Her face soured as the knot formed in her throat. Swallowing, she slumped down in the shower to sit, her fingers encouraging the wolf to come closer. Closing her eyes, she tipped the bottle over her head and pour tequila over her hair. Her nostrils flared to draw in a solid breath to stop the runny nose. Her chin wrinkled under her grimace. "We totally pissed on each other here. Drunk out of our minds, and feeling so..." She shook her head, setting the bottle down. Her fingertips massaged below Uma's ears and into her fur as she kissed at her canine lips. "Anything?" Uma seemed to enjoy the whole process of having her fur freed of filth, though she was as much leaning into Tabby as she was making it easier to reach her dirtier places. The sudden, sharp, scent of tequila being part of her fur had UmaWolf bristling for a moment, before she stilled a bit. She was looking at Tabby very hard, her mismatched eyes incredibly focused, before she finally blinked, then cocked her head to the side and made a strange, disturbingly awkward sounding noise of 'hrrrrnnngggg'? Which, oddly enough, easily translated to 'What the fuck?!' if one were to use the vernacular. She looked at Tabby, looked down at herself, and let out a sound of surprise, though at least this time it wasn't pained, more shocked. Promptly, UmaWolf managed to look as amazingly uncoordinated as a wolf possibly could, as all four of her legs slipped out from under her and she was left laying on her belly, staring at Tabby, as she'd somewhat forgotten how to be up on four legs. Yrrrwooooooow? Was the next given question. This one possibly less filled with curse words, but even more confused 'What happened?!' Tabby blink at the flow of consciousness and scent, her breast lifted with each quick cycled breath. Her watery eyes flew open and she wrapped her arms around the unstable Umawolf to capture her in a bear hug that ignored the scrapping of splintered claws that landed on her. "Tetas perfectas, y mente aguda! Dios, I fucking hate you." The laughter that fell from her body were closer to sobs, her words stayed. "You gorgeous puta! I think blaming me would be easier... Because I haven't met another wolf on this whole island. There--" Her voice cracked, and she turned to kiss the corner of the massive wolf's lips again and locked her in a tight squeeze for twenty seconds. "There are some drawers on your floor... Charcoal, what kind of closet alcoholic are you to have grain alcohol. A bit of feather, I have no idea where the rest of the bird is. And you literally chewed on all the furniture, and shit and pissed all over your room. We may want to consider torching the place..." She groaned as her hug let up, her fingers interlacing in Uma's fur. "I also pissed on your walls, and rolled in everything. Full disclosure." Uma didn't so much as struggle with the embraces, as she seemed to be trying to return them with the long, stick-like limbs of a canine. It wasn't super effective, so instead she just laid her head onto Tabby's shoulder and made a long, low, whining whistle sound. As Tabby mentioned everything that had happened to the room, and then that she rolled in everything, UmaWolf pulled her head back and looked at Tabby, flaring her nostrils, and gave a short, ironic sounding, 'Ylloool'. Translated rather perfectly to 'Yeah, I can tell.' She tried to stand again, her legs wobbling underneath her as she managed to get herself up onto the quadrapod stance. Never one to be sad about being under the spray of a delightful shower, she moved herself into the water and made a happy, doggy sound that was a mix of panting and appreciative grumbling. Then she started making sounds with her tongue in her mouth, like a dog mumbling. Unfortunately, there aren't many words that directly translate regarding Wolf and Transformation Magic, but the idea of 'Trying something New' and 'Mistakes were Made' was clearly conveyed. Tabby let out a pained laugh, swallowing at the knot in her throat that wouldn't go away. "I'm still taking the blame on this one." Pressing herself up to her feet, she moved under the spray of water, reaching a hesitant hand for the open shampoo. The scents flowing down onto Uma were 'Hey! Look what we did!' and 'You are still my bitch!' With a frown, she set the bottle drop. "Seriously, Uma. You must have stepped in your shit thirty times to track it all over. Trust me, this is as clean as we get until after the air strike." The latina stepped away from the shower and out again, dripping. "The only advise I had when instinct strikes go with it without thinking about it. Start doing that and you'll end with her own Loba Puta trying to wrestle control." The latina stared at the towels. "When we get you back to normal, I promise to slap you so hard that your WASP mother feels it." Uma followed Tabby out of the shower, snorting softly at the air, and then, like any furred animal soaked to the skin, she started shaking herself out. Clean water, tequila, and shit sprayed all over the bathroom, leaving the mark of her filth behind in the once spotless area. Once that was done, UmaWolf started to trot out of the room, with her hips swaying a touch, giving her a strangely drunk appearance. Apparently wolf Uma still thought she had hips and an ass. There was an involuntary shudder as the scents of the room hit her with renewed vigor, and Uma looked up at Tabby with her head dipped, mismatched eyes mournful. The sound she made with her mouth was almost a howl, but done with her jaw low as it was, it sounded more like a reverberated yawn. The message was simple, though 'Mea Culpa'. UmaWolf then lifted her head a little and started moving more like a puppy than anything. And clear as day... the message from the leaping, yipping, and whipping of her head, along with the wagging of her tail, stated one very, very specific thing. 'Come Quick! Timmy fell down the well!' Tabby stood there and closed her eyes as Uma misted the bathroom with tainted water wicked from her fur. Taking a shivering breath, her eyes reopened and purposely walked past Umawolf to give her a bump with her thigh. "I'm purposely ignoring the urge to bring you to heel..." She glanced back to the bathroom, frowning a touch, "I always forget the amount of water we had--" Tabby raised her hand, by way of apology, "Loba Puta has adopted you, and demands I mount you, wrestling you down, and redefine what submission should be." Tabby rolled her eyes and headed back to the circle, making her way over to the notes to check over them. She read for a couple minutes, her frown deepening. "I played a bit with my brothers' legos... What are the chances of a picture guide without the equations? I'm also terrible at math." Uma moved over to where Tabby was, and proceeded to walk in peppy circles around her, trotting like some sort of show pup with her head held proud, her back straight, tail flagging just enough to demonstrate haunches. The entire 'promenade' might have been a bit less effective with clumps of filth still matted in her fur in patches, and the fact that she looked like a slowly drying puff ball of wet fur. But still, Uma seemed to be enjoying herself. When she stopped, it was to sit down panting, and lean in against Tabby. Looking up at her, Uma wore a definitive doggy grin, her tongue lolling out of her head, her eyes shining brightly with adoration for Tabby. The obvious messages she'd been putting out where 'I'm so pretty!' and then 'I'm such a good girl!' followed by 'I love you!' and seemed to sum up in the 'You don't need to wrestle, I'm being soooo good. Treats?' Her breath was hot and smelled like tap water. When she looked at the papers that Tabby was leafing through, she reached out with her paw and tapped one of them twice. She then made a little yip noise, just one, and was counting... to '1' in doggy language for Tabby. Tabby was doing her best to ignore Umawolf's behavior, though the very scent of 'building irritation' worked well with the ripple of muscle that shook its way up her legs. "Yes, you are sexy, but that tail should probably drop, at least, two inches. I'll spare you the maldito details of the mixed signals." When the paper was stamped, Tabby set it face down to the left, and fanned out the papers for Uma to see. "Please don't tell you expecting anyone, because I don't strap-on anal incident would explain this to a satisfying level." The latina offered with a hint of biting humour as she strode her way to the entrance way. Within a second, she picked out the do not disturb sign, readying it by the door handle. She gave a severe stare down to Umawolf, before picking the handle, and reaching around to hang it on the handle as 'Do not disturb'. Of course, the unmovable door offered a swirl of scents of the great beyond, even hinting of the scent of freedom. Uma let out a huffed sigh, nothing quite as bad as when she could have been audibly heard rolling her wolfish eyes earlier, but a sigh none the less. Then she opened her mouth and made several long, rolling, yawning lolllllllowlllll sounds to depict how 'so silly' she thought the whole thing was. So Silly Indeed. Until, of course, Tabby opened the door and Uma was immediately up on all fours, ears perked, eyes focused on the doorway. She started to rush forward, then skidded to a stop when Tabby closed the door again. UmaWolf blinked, cocked her head to the side, and proceeded to sit down quickly, like she hadn't just moved 6 feet toward the door. She waited, her tail thumping softly on the ground, and just watched Tabby. The body language was all 'I'm totally a good girl. Totally.' Once Tabby made her way back to Uma, the wolf stood up and trotted next to Tabby, bumping against her leg every step. When they made it back to where Tabby had fanned out the papers, Uma moved back and forth along them, her nose down as if she were sniffing them instead of trying to read them with her altered eyes. She pawed at one, tapping it twice. There was a immediate spark in Tabby's eyes when Uma moved towards. Every muscle in the latina's body coiled as it prepared to launch towards the pup. Her dominant scent screamed 'Please try it! Bestow upon me the opportunity to rule you!' It could be observed that pro-wrestlers had much to learn from ex-cops and Harbingers. A deep growl rattled within Tabby's chest, directed more to herself than Uma. It didn't change that the hand 'petting' Uma, the pressure suggesting that perhaps Uma should keep her head down. The pressure continued back to the wolf's mane, pointed gather a roll of flesh to remind her that she could be scruffed. The latina's tongue rolled on the outside of her teeth, the parting lips betraying the hint of blood. Tabby took a long, snagging breath to calm herself. "Seriously, Uma. I will be decided unhelpful without opposable thumbs." Tabby tilted her head to pop her neck, "Which is the opposite of my previous advice, which may some indication of my own personal instabilities." The woman picked out the second page to add to the first, "You tapped this one twice also." Uma let out a grumbled sound, deep in her throat, then reached out and tapped another page, 4 times. All while staring at Tabby. It should be noted there was a lopsided cocking to her jaw, and that she was literally rolling her eyes up to look at Tabby when she did it. The entire motion screamed 'Brat'. Though if she was calling Tabby a brat or being one herself, was up to interpretation. A few moments went by, and then Uma just flopped down to the ground on her side, heaving a huge, sighing breath, then panting softly as her tongue literally lolled out of her mouth to the floor in a wash of pink. The behavior was definitely indicative of the thought process exhausting her a little. In fact, when she made a little whine sound in the back of her throat, it was 'Ouch... face...' As she licked up the side of her face with that lolled tongue. Her left nostril twitched as some acknowledgement of 'Brat'. And like the naked and lithe predator she was, Tabby fell upon Uma. The latina's leg spread wide for balance, her hand snaking up Uma's chest between her forelegs as she rolled Uma onto her back. Tabby's open pressed to the wolf's throat, threatening to close as a growl rattled her throat. Her tongue pressed against fur over the windpipe to add a bit more of reminder. Tabby shivered body, pushing Uma's snout was she could offer a series of licks and wolfen licks up the line of Uma's lips. The growl rattled again, "This was an accident, right?" The bodyguard didn't wait for an answer as her hand traded places to hold Uma's neck down as Tabby's nose skipped down Uma's body, heated breath cycled as she took samples of her scent down the meridian of her body. UmaWolf had tried to scramble away, though to no avail when Tabby ended up squarely on top of her. Uma's spindly legs kicked at the air a bit, the discomfort of the position clear in her body language. There was a whimper of total confusion, and then a whine, as Uma begged for something, or someone, to help her. The mixed indication was 'I need someone older! Help!' She was still obviously confused as she watched Tabby sniffing her, and continued to whine softly in the back of her throat, body trembling as her paws were stuck up in the air. Tabby had made it to the soften underbelly of Uma, pressing her face in deeply to inhale her. The scrambling took longer to be comprehended, as there was imbalance between thoroughly established ownership and the deserve to actually be helpful. Tabby turned her head, her nose touching the raised ridge of Uma's furry vulva to scent her. Growling, her muscles seemed resistant to sit back and lose the pin and hold on the wolf. Closing her eyes, her hand dragged Uma's chest as she scratched into her fur. "Then you need to clean yourself properly, Uma. It'll irritate less, and I can use the time to start going over your notes to get the spell ready." Her expression set into a bitter scowl, but her eyes never landed on Uma, rather she rolled to her face, and walked over to the notes to read through page one. Uma flopped back over to her side, then continued rolling up to sit on her haunches, her mouth open as she breathed. Cocking her head to the side, she looked down at the papers and then reached toward another, tapping it five times, though she did so carefully, like she wasn't sure she should be doing it. UmaWolf made a soft sound in the back of her throat, that could have been honestly been interpreted by humans or wolves, as 'I'm helping.' Tabby stared focused on the paper, reading it with her imagined heat vision. A pained groan escaped her, as a red line spread down her spine like lightning. The pitching bruise around her neck started to ooze blood. The latina started sweating profusely, literally stinking of rage, stress, arousal, and guilt. She was literally on the verge of bursting out of her own skin, and she hammered it back down. Panting she continued working through the note, and turning to check the circle against the notes in her hands. She swallowed audibly like she throat was beyond sore, her words croaking out. "Go it..." Her bare feet carried on a line that was parallel to Uma, and she did not risk a glance at the wolf as she bent down and slapped the paper from the floor to add to the back of the ones in her hand. "Do we skip to..." She flipped through the papers. "Mierda... I really don't need you turned into a bird, you do not want to be a prey animal around me." Her mouth twisted in a bolt of absolute pain of speaking, her mouth then open to allow drool to fall from it, rather than swallowing. Uma whined softly at Tabby, as the obvious things she was smelling off of her were worrisome. She noted the way that the other woman was now avoiding her, and shrunk back, dropping her head low. Reaching out slowly, she tapped the other page, six times, but did it carefully, so as not to anger or upset Tabby any further. She then turned her head and tugged at her fur, indicating hair or fur. Or both. Of course, the fact that the page Tabby was now looking at mentioned the use of the hairs from her brush, might lead to more explanation. Tabby read the page, then checked back with Uma biting herself, and Tabby's shoulder feel. The swallow accompanied with an eye watering blink. She tried to speak, but a knot of emotion nestled with the inflamed throat to paralyzing effect. Barely breathing, Tabby headed back to the bathroom to get the hair brush, she unwove a dozen hairs, one at a time, to sniff them individually and determine the exact head it belonged to, picking out seven that were clearly Uma's to her nostrils. She returned to the wolf setting them aside, and her vision low as she stared at Uma's forepaws by way of apology. She gestured vaguely and began preparing the ritual as indicated, at least the later part of the ritual. Uma slinked forward, staying on the ground in an almost instinctive show of submission, or maybe she'd have crawled across the ground to Tabby even in Human form in this situation. When she made it to Tabby, she nuzzled in under her arm, then forcibly snuggled up against her, licking her face and chuffing at her ear. The obvious message here 'Don't be sad! Everything's ok! Not you!' She whimpered and attempted her very damn best to become a lap dog, giving Tabby the strongest effort of a real tight snuggle, even if her limbs didn't quite move the way they would have had she been bipedal. Tabby shifted uncomfortably as Uma pressed in close, keening aware of her own scent, and there is even a waved hand like she thought she may be able to scrape the scent off. The woman shook her head, nuzzling into Uma, taking in deep breath of the wolf. The scent driving a series of reactions held to only a bodily shiver and confusion in her scent. Tabby gasped air down her tortured throat, her eyes tearing as she tried to form words, "I'm sorry," she whispered, her hands wrapped around Uma to hold her tightly. The woman sniffled, rubbing her nose on Uma, her fingers tightening on the woman. "Let's get you to normal, okay?" UmaWolf didn't wriggle or try to get away, she was snuggling, dammit. Relaxing in against Tabby so she could squeeze as hard as she needed to, Uma just kept nuzzling with the latina, comforting as best as she could. Of course, until Tabby spoke. Uma pulled her head back, then gave Tabby a goofy-doggy type grin, before literally crossing her mismatched eyes. Which yes, looked utterly absurd on a wolf's face. She lolled her tongue out, then whipped her head a little to make her ears flop like she was flinging her hair around. All of this, demonstrating the concept of 'baby, I'm not normal ever.' Tabby tried to smile for the sake of Umawolf's antics, the corners of her mouth raised, and the sound that welled it's way up was only a sob that she tried to choke down, and releasing tears from her eyes. Tabby shook her head, her expression slipped to something pained only be forced away again. She closed her eyes, pulling Uma in close to kiss the corner of her mouth before retreating and patting the wolf. "I don't want to lose you... Not for this. I--I know it's easy to get lost in it, and there's a point you just can never come back." She indicated herself with a drunken finger. Her mouth locked in a grimace and she leaned around Uma, attempting to organize ingredients for the sake of a normal that would be clearly appreciated by the rest of the world. Uma licked up the side of Tabby's face affectionately, then nuzzled back into her neck and hair, inhaling deeply as she leaned against the woman one final time in wolf form. She finally slipped back down, choosing to lay her head on Tabby's lap as she settled on the ground and watched Tabby follow the instructions that Uma had laid out on the papers. Her plan for the spell was at least easy enough to follow, it's not like Uma to leave things like plans for a new trick without a clear way to follow it through more than once. After all, half of finding the right trick is trying different measures each time, and you tend to repeat yourself if you don't keep your notes and your methods under review constantly. She did, notably, reach out with a paw to pull the feathers farther away from the gathering area. After she saw that Tabby was almost finished setting up the ingredients, Uma went about turning the candle holders back to their upright positions with the careful use of her jaws, forming them into a pentacle around the ingredients, and ostensibly Tabby at the moment. She gave a little sound, then moved between the candle and Tabby, then back to the nearest candle, in an effort to urge her to light it. That grimace didn't hold through the licks and nuzzle, and a genuine laughter escape. It was instantly regretted for the pain it inflicted, and she rubbed her throat. A ghost of smile was formed, and she gave Uma one last kiss, licking the soft corner of her mouth. And the harbinger moved to removed the feathers from the equation, lighting the spirit lambs in the order the wolf indicated. Tabby rechecked the papers and put them aside to ensure there would be on farther mishaps. One by one, the steps followed, her feet mindful. The latina's breasts shook with a silence laugh, her voice quiet, but humored. "I swear to never breath a word of this save for one... You are officially my puta." She refocused, saving the empowerment and breaking of circles for Uma. UmaWolf looked around at where they were doing... then she made a few paces around the ingredients, and the sensation of charging power came up around her as she did so. Like she was imbuing the floor in a circle with her will, but going about it on her four legs seemed like the best method at the time for some reason, even if she might have done it differently per normal situations. She turned to face the window and closed her eyes, lifting her chin up toward the light that was streaming through due to the sun. Uma turned her head to Tabby and then trotted over to her, warmed by the sun, and rubbed against her leg before she ever so gently took Tabby's wrist into her mouth and pulled her to the center table where everything was. Nudging the main braizer, she moved it into the light, then pushed her nose to the notes, that revealed the order of everything going into the brazier. Her mismatched eyes were bright and eager, and she nodded to Tabby encouragingly, taking a seat to watch as the woman started the process. Tabby followed Uma over by the wrist and with it a return of her natural irritation. "Uhh... You won't explode, if you do I will go with you, and all the cops will be confused by the mess we made. Uhh... You are a terrible wolf, and you would be shot by a hunter while you tried to dance on your hind legs, because you're a showoff." Tabby looked up and grinned, "Your boyfriend lacks the nose and imagination to understand that wolfish nalgas is sexy, and you would be sad for it. Yes, I love this side of you, Uma, but I clearly don't like using the bathroom alone, so my opinion is not valid. On the other hand, I want you to have hands again, because I need a paycheck and outright refuse to open every bottle and carry your mierde everywhere. Puta el Grande sounds like you would have a very different show." The last made her smile as added the ingredients as indicated, waiting for the proper time for adding the next, and miracles of miracles, Tabby even noticed the Circles of Power popping, which definitely disturbed her scent. Uma seemed oddly calm, like she was feeling a bit centered, even if she was attempting to cast magic from an unusual form. She just gave Tabby a huge, doggy grin. Then she licked her own nose. Once the ingredients were all added, Uma shifted and moved herself back into the stream of sunlight. She stood at all fours, then threw her head back and howled, long and mournful. It was sustained, then followed by a series of 4 or 5 more howls. Those that could understand them, would hear the call for home. The call for self, the call for things missed that currently weren't with us. The call for the return to those things. While Uma might not be able to speak English, the indications of her wolfish incantations still urged for the return of her true form. The power grew in the circle as she did so, rising up like a solid wave that came together over the top of the very center, then crashed down in a heavy, oppressive swell of magic. When it hit, it broke over Tabby, flowing around her, like she was a stone in the sea, but UmaWolf was sent to the ground, splayed legs out to the side, as if it carried real weight for her. Muscles and bones started to twist, pop, shift, and pull, and throughout the process Uma whimpered in pain, because let's face it, there hadn't been a 'pain free' element added to the spell. The furring of the wolf sloughed off of her in heavy, thick, sheets and sludged to the ground, slowly returning to an ectoplasmic nature. It left Uma, laying on her stomach, naked, covered in thick, shiny ectoplasm as it slowly oozed out over the floor around her. Her eyes were closed for a few moments, and then she opened them and took a long, ragged breath as she lifted one of her hands up and moved her fingers, as if trying to make sure they were real. "Hey, it worked!" The surprise and delight was there, in equal measure. Even as she lifted her chin a little and looked up at Tabby from the floor, grinning goofily. "Muchos Gracias, mamacita. I've never realized just how much I love my... well.. everything." The marks of filth were still on her body, though without the fur to matt into, they mostly crumbled away as the oozing ectoplasm decayed. Her hair, though, was in a frightful state. Very damp, partially dry, and clumped here and there with things that should really never, ever be on human head hair. Tabby stayed very still while power in any form was flowing around her, but winced with the sounds of pain came from Uma, waiting her to speak before kneeling down to check on the woman. Still holding in balance with her wolf side, Tabby moved Uma's limbs, pointing sniffing. When that was lose than useful, she used the blade of her hand to squeegee the ectoplasm out of the way. "And congratulations, you get to choose between having me sniffing at your bits when you use the bathroom, or heading to hospital for a checkup. I'd go with the latter." The latina offered a faint smile, "I think you tetas look better, but I believe the lubed looked is reserved." She glanced towards the bedroom, "And that was probably my cellphone dying... Again." Tabby generally helped Uma to her feet, keeping her hand on her for the sake of stability, "I believe when a bodyguard loses their client's body, that is grounds for immediate dismissal." Uma managed to stand, shuddering slightly as she did so and all of her vertebrae seemed to pop into place. She chuckled lightly and shook her head. "Lucky us, the body didn't get lost. Just toyed with a little." Uma flashed a wide grin over at Tabby, then looked around her room with wide eyes. "Well.. I think I've learned a lesson here. A good one. next time I want to do something that transforms me back into my own body after I try something else, I'll pull the hairs out of my head instead of getting them from a hairbrush someone else might have used at some point. Safer in general, really, now that I think about it. I could have turned into some other woman or something." She glanced over at Tabby before she reached out and pulled the other woman into a tight, albiet somewhat slippery hug. "Seriously, I'm glad you found me and not someone else. I can only imagine how long it would have taken to get myself back if they tossed me into animal control or a zoo or something." Relief washed over Uma as she said this, obvious and almost tactile. "Uhm... do you think I could go use the shower in your room? This place... it's really bad. It needs to get cleaned." Tabby exhaled a chuckle, wrapping her arms around the other woman. "Mierde, my throat hurts... I'll just stop the list there." Glancing around the room, "I'll pass you my key, and get started cleaning... Talking to manager about... A pack of mongooses? Mongeese? I don't know. Shower and crash up there, and call Kai to look after you. I just feel like I can't hangle the bribe it would take to get the cleaning crew to overlook this." Tabby patted her rear, and took a step back. "Oh the other hand... I give you an A+ on shifting to your present state, I have to crawl out of each form. So I get to a bloodied sleeve of this body, or punch my way out of Loba Puta. I'll bring you some of your clothes when I feel I can move them from your dresser to my room without tracking mierde up there and leaving bits on your clothes." She headed past Uma to the bedroom to grab her shorts to slip on. From the bathroom, she retrieve slippers and a bathrobe. Coming back, she give the metal key to Uma, as well as the robe. "The only thing I ask is that you unplug the electronics when you get there. I would have to cut you." She winked at Uma, and nodded to the door. "Leave the sign up please." Uma shook her head and took a deep breath. "Nope, I'm calling the front desk and telling them that there was an animal let loose in my room, and that it escaped off the lanai." She accepted the bathrobe and pulled it on, before setting down the slippers by the door. "Come on, let's clean up the stuff on the table, and put the candles into the bathroom like they were before. Then I'll make the call. We could both use the shower, and I'm thinking room service, at your place, while they take care of this crap that I apparently can't hold together when I seriously screw up one teensy little thing." Uma snickered at herself and moved to start picking up all of the things she'd used for her 'little spell', making sure to take care in putting ingredients back into their proper containers, before sliding them into their innocuous locations in the room. Some in drawers, some in the safe, some in the pockets of her clothing. Tabby sighed, "Really, I doesn't bother me and I need the cooldown. Maybe go for a run, track down a wild boar or goat. The seals are protected, and they're cute when they don't notice you and run in panic." The latina smiled, "I'm not doing anything legal, so I'm good. If that was a dead hooker or ton of drugs, it would different. Rapido! And besides, you need to recenter mentally, Uma, part of that is being human." Tabbie fled back to the bedroom to pick up her shirt and phone, and just sighed heavily, "The next is going to be a Nokia flip or something." Uma took a moment to listen to Tabby, then just nodded her head. "Ok, but if I'm asleep in your bed when you get back, don't get all fiesty princessa on me and kick me out. You can just give me a snuggle or something." She winked to Tabby, then walked up and gave her another impromptu hug, this one with less ectoplasmic lubricant, and more force. "I'll make sure I charge the room service to my room, not yours." This was whispered into Tabby's ear conspiratorially, before Uma swatted her on the butt playfully and stepped away, blowing Tabby a kiss. "See you later, mamacita." Uma slipped her feet into the slippers she'd likely be burning as an offering to the gods later, along with the robe, and promptly left the hotel room. The groan of pleasure at stepping out of that enclosed environment almost sounded like a gutteral growl, and from the odd stopping of movement, it might well have shocked the shit out of Uma that she did it. Either way, the footsteps picked up and the woman almost seemed to be running down the hallway. It made sense, really, who wants to be caught with shit all over themselves on their way to cleaning off the evidence?