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Here in an isolated area outside of the temple, Mozzarella Cookie and Smoked Cheese Cookie chat until her transformation. It’s best to kill some time with a conversation after all.
“You do realize that her majesty will find out eventually, right?” Smoked Cheese Cookie asked with a hint of concern. Probably out of character, but oh well.
“If that does happen, we’ll make something work!” Mozzarella Cookie replied. Optimistic as usual, even when waiting for the moon to change her form.
“Of course you’d reply with that.”
“Who said I wouldn’t?”
“Oh please. You already know the answer.”
“We’ll sssee!”
“Er…Mozzarella Cookie?”
“Hm?”
“Your transformation.”
Fangs had come from her mouth with scales forming on her dough. Not sure how she didn’t sense it right away, but fair enough.
“About time!” She stated as her arms and legs felt nonexistent along with a tail. She’s probably shaking a little tho.
“You're still shaky. You sure don’t need any comfort?” He offered before getting prepared to give her a hug.
“I’m fine, Sssmoked Cheesssse Cookie! I’ll be alright!” She replied as she developed a hood. Her limbs are nearly gone at this point and yet her smile remains intact.
“If you insist.” He sighed while laying a hand on her back which she allowed. With a blep, Mozzarella Cookie received a muzzle of a cobra.
Now that it’s over, the WereCobra curled around Smoked Cheese Cookie while blepping. Of course, Smoked Cheese laid on Mozzarella Cookie since that’s what she allows. Now all that’s left is a quiet night with each other.