The clang of metal was loud from Lyra's violent shaking of the gate. The large barn could scarcely contain the rage-filled echoes of her voice.
"HEY ASSHOLES!!! LET US BOTH THE FUCK OUTTA HERE AND GET US SOME FUCKING PANTS!"
She rattled it again.
"Come on! Show your shitty-ass faces, you stinkin' yella chickenshits! Open this gate now and I'll only sue yer asses for an arm and a leg instead of your firstborns!"
Listening to her curse and threaten your unseen captors makes you even more attracted to her, and you try very hard to will your erection to soften. You want to say something to her. At least, you want to think of something you might say to her. But then you notice something that makes you squint.
Lyra's ears are bigger.
A trick of the light, it must be. But as she rattles the gate and yells again, you look more carefully, and no, there is no denying what you are seeing. The skin of her ears has stretched. The lobes have stretched higher. The tips reach almost as high as her head. No, now they are higher. Then you jump and stagger backwards when her lengthening ears spring to life, swooping around in several directions before aiming themselves in front of Lyra, as if listening for a response to her tirades.
"L-Ly-Lyra--" you finally manage to stammer out. A tall, triangular sound collector swivels toward your voice. "Lyra, are-are... are you... feeling, okay?"
At that, she whips around to face you with the most incredulous, offended, condescending look you think a human face can muster.
"Am I feeling okay?! ARE YOU INSANE? I'm naked, locked in a pen, ABANDONED IN A BARN, with you ogling my rear and asking me if I'm okay. Do I have to spell it out for you? N, O ... I, A, M, ... N, O, T, ... O, K. You're an I, D, I, O, T, if you think--"
"No, no that's not what I'm talking about!" you blurt out defensively, raising your hands in a surrendering gesture. "I mean, I was wondering if, um, if you noticed anything--"
"Spit it out before I smack it out," she demands with her arms crossed, tapping one foot impatiently.
"I mean your ears! Have you noticed anything about your ears?"
She reaches up, crinkling her brow again like you're an idiot. "My ears? Why on earth would you be ogling my e--"
Lyra's voice stops instantly when her right hand reaches the base of her right ear. "What the--" The long ear twitches. Lyra yelps. Her left hand grabs her left ear and traces it up as far as she can reach. "What the FUCK did you do to mEEEEE-HAAAAAAAWWWWW!!!" She covers her mouth and blushes. You try to speak.
"I didn't do anything, I just, I saw, I don't know what's going on, Lyra, I---"
Lyra points at you. She manages to get a human sentence out this time: "Somethings happening to you!" she says. Your eyes widen. You try to notice whether you can feel anything different.