Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]

Though she may had been close to being winded, this brief respite was all that Ceal needed to get ready for more. She had banked on it, of course, as Mirja did make a short mention of this before. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she looked down at the lovely Wolf. For one of the first and only times, truly looked at her. With all of Ceal's worries and concerns, with all of the fear she had. The fears she had about herself, her lack of control over the demon within, her descent into madness. She wondered how Mirja would handle it. Sure, maybe now she seemed like a woman of commanding presence, of stability and demanding respect. But, even in the midst of all that would Ceal still be loved by her if she fell too far?

She didn't want that, but sometimes the realistic future is the one you need to take the most care in. Still, in this world of good, or evil. What side did Mirja stand on? She's certainly never been the type to be swayed by anyone but herself. Not to say that she was selfish, but she usually had a clear reason to do this or that. If there was something she wanted, she would get it, if she didn't like it, it would not exist.

”....S-Something to look at, huh? Well... as long as it's you, I don't mind~”

It had taken her a bit longer to really reply to that comment than it should have. Ceal appeared lost in thought for a moment, thinking about all of those things, her insecurities showing her ugly face again. Taking in a deep breath, she shifted her weight to her other leg as she listened to her speak. Of how she obtained her abilities in merely a year. Yes, that was it. It was the very thing Ceal was so awed about, so amazed with. It didn't seem possible, but it was. She was so strong. She would be again. Ceal meant that thought. She meant it with everything she was. The gleam in Ceal's eyes quivered as she thought this, her brow lowering in deep, quietly burning determination, the more Mirja spoke, the more her expression looked like this.

At least, up until Mirja spoke about pony hooves.

”P-Pony hooves? I... you.. I-I mean... if that is what is required, I will gladly do this,”

She spoke in an odd, shaky and not very confident tone. A part of her felt overwhelmed, a part of her was hoping that the Wolf was teasing the poor Fox. Her face flushed with a crazy shade of red, and this time it wasn't due to her body being hot over the run. She was mostly cool now, her outfit being very well ventilated. Though in hindsight she was surprised Mirja didn't make her do it naked! Or worse, something that is so lewd that it would be worse than being naked. It would be just like Mirja to do something like this. Though, even as Ceal thought this, she felt a warmth in her chest, causing her to smile to herself, looking thoughtful.

A rough tap on her backside brought her back to reality with a jerk and a yelp. With a face of shock, Mirja pulled her down into a passionate kiss, causing Ceal's face to melt into one of passion itself, into one of love for the wold. Her eyes softened, and her brow evened out with the kiss, the same warmth within her chest growing, building and burning. It gave her butterflies in her chest.

”O-Oh.. so you were just kidding after all, that... that is a relief,”

To be fair, she was rather concerned if she'd had to do that in special boots like the hooves she mentioned, or with likely any more weight on her body in general. The very thought sent chills down her spine as she both anticipated it and dreaded it at the same time. The cruel duality of her mind both wanting and not wanting it. It plagued her probably more than it should have.

”Well.. anyway. Right! So this is the next trail, I am ready!”

To be honest with a running start from a soul dash, she could likely jump 30 meters or better. But here, without the use of the majority of her super natural abilities... this might actually be a challenge. She looked out in front of her, seeing the post she needs to jump from, and the post she needed to clear just almost 9 meters away.

Ceal turned, walking up to somewhere around 20 meters away before pivoting once again. She bent down in a stretch, limbering her limbs before she took in a large inhale. With a kick of the dirt, she was off, sprinting at the upper limit of her ability without any usage of supernatural talent. She felt much faster than before, surprising even herself. Before she wouldn't be able to obtain this speed without the use of soul dashing. Once she stuck her foot at the first pole, she jumped, mustering as much momentum and speed as she could, combined with the muscles in her thighs and calves. She took in a small breath as she flew, amazing even herself.

Then, just like that, it was over. It was done, and Ceal landed. She looked over to see the pole she was supposed to clear “just” past her foot. It was a 8.9 meter jump, with only centimeters to spare. She had made it, but just barely.

Such a beautiful fox. Mirja loved how she was so totally obedient in everything she did and said. That was a bit obsessive, and dangerous if Mirja ever got hurt and couldn't get to her, but right now that was not something to think on. Right now, she had done her run and was just about to do the jump. If she could manage this jump, then she would be able to start Cultivation. There was a lot to do, but first there was the reward, because Mirja was confident Ceal could do the jump. Mirja could pull out her custom-made Collar and tease the girl a bit. Put her over her knee and spank the girl's ass raw. Because as she had said, spanking got her so going.

The confidence was rewarded, and Ceal managed to hit the 8.9 jump. It was only just but the actual jump was 8.8 meters, 8.9 was just to make sure she had gotten past it. And so she nailed it pretty dam well. Mirja had certainly trained her pet well.
"Good Girl, Ceal~" Mirja exclaimed, rolling over to her and pulling her into a sitting position on Mirja's lap. Hands played about the tattoo just above her crotch, and the brand there. Before her hands went up and fondled the girl intimately. "Mmm, now what to do with you~" Mirja teased, slipping one hand around her waist and turning to the house.

Rolling that way, and expecting Ceal to keep a good hold on, they arrived inside and Mirja pulled out a sleek leather collar from it's box. Still, solid leather, but silk-lined internals would mean Ceal never forgot she wore it. Always that touch too tight, but still comfortable to wear. The creak of leather, and the scent that never seemed to go away, regardless of what happened. She put it around Ceal's neck, and then rubbed a finger across the engraved nameplate. She could have gone for anything, something demeaning and humiliating, but eventually just went for 'Ceal'.

"You did good, Mine. Now the real work begins. I'm going to get you off to meet Madam Tsu, train you ardeously for your Tai Chi, and make sure that you are exhausted every day, and probably give you a pair of real, permanant hooves. But for now, Pet has earned a favour. She can ask for one thing to be done, and it will be"

To be honest, she couldn't believe that she was able to make the jump. Looking back with that same face of shock as she got up and walked normally back to where Mirja was posted at the other end of the jumping range. The black, sleeveless spandex gleaned in the sunlight as the fabric reflect the light. She had decided to forgo the skirt, since she knew she would be doing something rather strenuous today, instead she simply stuck with the one piece suit. It was nice though, it still covered everything down to her shoes, though it was form fitting and wouldn't leave much to the imagination for Mirja.

”Why, thank you~ I really ap- whoop!”

She started, thanking Mirja for her praise, getting a little bit riled up from it even, but was interrupted by the Wolf pulling her onto her lap within the chair. It was certainly a surprising gesture but one that Ceal was not wholly against. She found that she coiled her arms around her neck as her feet dangled off just slightly from a side of the chair. Her face was awfully close to Mirja's and she could smell the wonderful girl's scent. She was always rather sensitive to the scent of others since becoming partly demon, and this was no exception. In fact it may have even been worse since it was from her decided mistress, and not just some random person.

While Ceal wriggled into a comfortable position, Mirja was already rolling over to the house. Ceal thought it funny how she was “catching a ride” with her, but her light chuckles didn't give away what she was thinking too much. There was more to be happy about of course. She had completed the next leg of the trial, and Mirja seemed rather happy herself because of it. In just knowing that, it brought such comfort to Ceal, such comfort that she could not deny as it welled up within her, painting a smile on her face before she even thought to make one. Even as Mirja asked her rhetorical and playfully teasing question, Ceal simply just clung to her close, almost afraid to let go while the Wolf's arm snaked around her waist

Once inside, Mirja made her way -with ceal in tow- over to a box. Ceal tentatively looked at it, but she didn't have to guess for very long as to what was in it, for she had pulled a collar from it. The same type of collar you'd put on a pet, complete with a name tag and everything. Of course this one was unique, likely modified by Mirja's handiwork. The insides of it were silken. This made it feel rather unusual on the skin, but in a good way. Ceal held her breath as her heart rate spiked and skipped several beats as it was placed on her. It was just one notch too tight, but Ceal didn't care, she was so overcome with happiness that she felt like she could just expire and go to heaven.

The smile the girl made in that moment would melt hearts and make demons explode in a pool of light as it was so happy, so pure and so full of love. Her feelings were so strong she felt that she could just kiss Mirja in that moment, to just reach up and plant her lips on the wolf's. She didn't though, sometimes her restraint surprised even herself. Maybe she got off on holding all of this in like so masochistic bottle ready to blow at any moment.

”Madam Tsu? Oh... Well, if that is what is required, I will do my best. I can only hope I can do right by her and not embarrass you again with my lack of control. That is my wish for her. Also, a pair of hooves? That sounds... w-well that sounds lovely, I know that you love them too, isn't that right?” She said, replying to Mirja's first part with an unexpected level of compliance, even if Mirja was teasing about the hooves. ”You really mean it? I can have anything? A favor.. from Mistress?!”

Of course she was surprised, but it was also true that she seemed to be thinking heavily, contemplating for several moments. Her mind raced with several potential what-ifs, several things she would want or do. As she stared up into those steel eyes of hers, she was looking past, her mind going trough vivid images of possible futures. For what seemed like almost too long she thought.

”I've decided. I know what I want that one thing to be~” She said, still staring at her, but her expression portrayed the girl's wish even before she said it. ”Please, let me continue being your pet~”

Mirja was actually happy, for once, when she saw Ceal's smile. Not a tricksy false feeling that she put on because people expected to look at her and see some semblance of humanity to her, but an actual, heartfelt smile. When getting the collar, and putting it on her, the girl lit up like nothing Mirja had ever seen before. And that was what it meant to have a Pet. The unbridled joy was what she lived for, if she could make Ceal look like this every day, then that would be exactly what she would do. But, Mirja doubted there were many things that were this important.

And then, she even acceptted to have the Pony Hooves on. Which made Mirja grin broadly. An actual, proper pony girl~
"Mmm, well ok then. Go put the Hooves on. Both to get used to them because you can't exactly take them off after they are turned into your feet, and because you need to be wearing the object for twenty four hours before it can be grafted on. Which, yes does mean I wore prostetic wolf ears and a tail for twenty four hours at one point" She then gave Ceal one last slap, and let her go off to put the hooves on.

When she came back, and told her her wish, Mirja was silent for a second, before rolling up to her, and bashing her head with her hand.
"Reaper Chop!" Mirja exclaimed, with a scowling scowl, before giving her a rather evil looking grin. "You've got no choice on that front, my little Pony Girl. Now, make another wish or I'll make one for you, and trust me. I'll enjoy it much more than you will if you let me do anything I want to you~"

It was always hard to tell what facial expression adorned Mirja's face. She was always so stoic that it almost made it seem like nothing phased her. Perhaps that was yet another thing Ceal was proud of, in awe of. Something that she could admire from her wolf master. Though perhaps, just sometimes... Ceal wanted to see more than the downplayed expressions she wore. Maybe just once, or twice, she wanted Mirja to be so overcome with emotion that her face is painted in it, a visage so powerful that it could be world altering. At least to Ceal, anyway. In some ways, Mirja was her world, or rather that was quickly becoming the truth, a truth ascended from a dream. A thought made real.

Ceal took a rather surprised inhale when Mirja decided to actually go through with her plan. A part of Ceal thought she might have been teasing, but a part actually did want it. Still, it wouldn't stop the surprise and shock from being plastered across Ceal's face. Her mouth opened in an “o” as her brows lifted, and her eyes big. For her to be actually serious, well, there wasn't anything else that could describe it.

”O-Of course, right away! I'll be right back~”

With that she gently hopped off of Mirja's lap, grinning widely as she pecked the Wolf's cheek quickly before bounding off through the house, coming back only a few moments later, albeit walking back just a little more slowly. She wasn't that unfamiliar with walking on the balls of her feet, but the unique shoe's design is what threw her off the most. Having such a stiff base for the sole felt weird at first. She'd used these before of course but, it had been a long time. The special shoes went well with the rest of her attire, their blackened fur ankles matching well with the form-fitting spandex.

Once she made her way back to the room, she remained standing, though her legs did quiver a bit. They had been through a lot of stress today anyway, so it was to be expected. ”Wow... so that's how you got your wolf properties. ...Do you ever regret it? ” She replied, blurting out the question before her mind could even think if it was a good idea to ask or not.

After Ceal finally answered Mirja's question, of any favour Ceal could ask. She said it with such love and such earnest and pure desire that she was hardly shocked when Mirja's hand came down to chop her head. She playfully flinched from it, but ultimately, she was happy. That was of course the most true thing she wanted, could ever want. If she fulfilled the request now, it wouldn't matter what she chose cause nothing would ever compare. So when Mirja gave that one to her as a freebie, she was elated beyond belief. She had no choice? Yes, perhaps she did like the sound of that. If Ceal was unable to trust herself with her power, the next best thing would be to trust someone close to her to control it -and subsequently her- instead. Mirja was that one, and Ceal wouldn't want it any other way.

”I don't mind, really. I already have what I want most now. I just really can't think of anything else I would use this moment for,” She said, replying in a most gentle voice. It may be one of docility, of general acceptance, but it was one of love as well. If the wolf had something planned, or a great many things planned. Who was she to stop that? Fulfilling those desires with her is what mattered most, and was ever encompassed with her wish all along.

Mirja sat on her chair, until Ceal came back in with her hooves. They added a bit to her height, so she looked a touch more mature than the usual tiny tiny tot. At least, tiny from Mirja's perspective. And if she got a bit more boob, and some more muscle to her, Ceal would nail the adult look. Not that Mirja had anything against the teen look, the cute innocence she had in that big cardigan when she had met her in Thailand, well, that was just magnificent. So she leaned back and just decided to let her develop as she would.

"Mmm, that is how. And no, I do not regret getting my wolf stuff. It was something I needed to do for a friend, and so I wasn't going to not do it because she means more to me than anything else. She was there at the darkest point, she was there and she took my pain, and protected me from the darkness. So no, I would never regret it. Plus, I get cool side effects, like sharp fangs, and cool claws, and ears that can hear your heart racing. I'm happy, to set your heart racing, little Pony" Mirja grinned.

And then, ohh boy. She gave Mirja the ability to do whatever Mirja wanted because she was content. The grin that spread across Mirja's body was a dark one. And she grabbed Ceal's waist, dragging her down before kissing her passionately, and taking her off to the bedroom. "Ohh, my kitten. You might just regret giving me that agency" She taunted.


---- darkness then lewdness then redness ----

Mirja led on the bed, cuddling the passed out Ceal. She had maybe gone a bit hard with the girl. While only a fraction of herself, she was still pretty physical. But at the same time, Mirja was exhausted as well, so she just drifted off to bed, amist the memories of what they had gotten up to tonight. It was a good collection of memories, and had ensured that Ceal was Mirja's, down to her bones. Down to her soul.