Jasmine placed the necklace over one of Ron's ears. "We should just go to Morphia." He suggested. "I would just wait for the night to pass, but I'm too awake now and I can actually see pretty well in the dark."
"Well I can't carry all our gear and loot, do you think you can carry some?" asked Jasmine with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course, I may be a horse, but I'm still me. Just figure out how to get the stuff on me. And...do you think you can ride me?" asked Ron as he nodded his horsey head towards his back.
"I've rode plenty of horses bareback. Just don't act like the rude ones and we should be good." answered Jasmine.
And so Jasmine was able to rig many of their belongings to Ron's backside, while she rode closer to Ron's front where a saddle would usually be. They started with Ron going at a slow walk, both to make sure if Ron was really use to being a horse, as well as Jasmine to get use to riding him as well. It was strange, as horses are animals with their own minds, but she still usually had to give guidance to them with reigns and her legs, but her riding instincts weren't working well with Ron's human mind. Eventually Jasmine loosened up and let Ron do his own thing, and him offering feedback that he felt like HE was riding the rider. He noted he would have many notes to put down when possible on a horse's perspective.
Unfortunately, they used the telepathy necklace for too long, and it ran out of charge. They would just have to figure out things via body language and Jasmine asking reasonable questions. Ron sped up his walk, and even trotted a few times. He did feel comfortable in going faster and Jasmine's confidence in him, but the impromptu rigging of their belongings on his back caused him to stay with the fast walk. Then he realized something and stopped.
"What, what is it?" Jasmine looked behind him as he turned his head towards himself. She didn't realize it at first but than she figured out Ron was looking at his own udders.
Ron kept his head in place, but walked forward systematically, and at different speeds. He even trotted again for a bit at Jasmine's dismay. He then stopped, had his head pointed forward again, and then continued at the fast walk. Jasmine was confused at what was going on other then it had to do with his udders, but to Ron he realized this whole time his massive horse udders didn't seem to get in the way at all in his movements as a horse.
It's not that he didn't feel anything. His udders had plenty of contact with his backlegs, and even felt a bit pleasurable, but he felt so comfortable in his Slutty Mare body that it just felt "Normal" instead of something he should've taken notice of. In fact, the only reason he noticed was because his scholarly mind wandered back to his udders at some point. He stopped again for one more test, did as much as a squeeze as he could with his backlegs to his udders without causing Jasmine to fall, and milk came out. Once again, his udders always felt so full of milk, but didn't seem to come out unless he made the purposeful effort. He wondered if his vagina was also leaking, but for now he would just go forward as they were still in the night and possible danger.
"What was all that about?" inquired Jasmine. Ron responded with a shaking of his head. He wanted to tell her so much more, especially as Jasmine had a natural interest in animal behavior for hunting reasons, but he hoped she would understood it was best they just move on.
And so they moved forward into the night. Trails weren't always reliable in the land of Change, but a combination of Ron's night visibility, horsey speed, and Jasmine's scouting skill made it easy to reach the walls of Morphia within a few hours.
It was still the dark of night, and they used one of the entrances every adventurer knew to use in the case of any sort of transformation. Ron was eager for it, but they followed protocol of announcing themselves the best they could, as well as approaching calmly and slowly...