"Heh, you enjoyed it plenty.  Good girl." she said, her grip on the woman's hands lessening, tilting her head down close to the woman's face, her tongue darting out briefly to tease her nose "You don't know the custom, but believe me you've earned a great deal of respect amongst my people with how well you<em>responded</em>to me."<br/><br/>Softening in her, she turned her attention to her father after scanning the crowd, seeing the respectful - if aroused - looks abounding, and nodded to her father as he asked her to complete the ritual.  Only then did she pull out, their mixed fluids dripping out with a plop after, her cock not long as her normal loins returned, standing up after, and bringing the smaller woman up into her arms, deciding to carry her as if she were her bride and not her Shieldmaiden.  Such a tight woman would probably be a bit sore after what she just went through, and she didn't want<em>her</em>Shieldmaiden feeling discomfort after the Breaking.<br/><br/>Holding her tight against her ample, furry bosom, she headed towards her tent, the crowd before her parting before her with every step.  She stood tall, proud, and quite relaxed and happy too.  This was certainly a sudden, unexpected twist in the day's expected events, but it was a good one nonetheless.  Once in her tent, having to duck to get into it (it was not made for a woman of her size at the moment, after all), she looked about and saw that it was as she had left it, minus a sexy,<em>sexy</em>Beastwoman.  Her fur-covered bed - as in furs and not<em>her</em>fur - before her, Yifa set her Shieldmaiden upon it, facing up towards the ceiling as Yifa knelt.  Only now did she begin to shrink, her face humanizing, blond hair reforming, ribons, gloves, bands, pants, kilt, boots... it all came back, tattoos simply shifting into their proper spot on her pretty face.<br/><br/>"You feeling okay?  You're so tight and my tool was so... well, you felt it." she said, smiling, a short chuckle as her tail and ears happily twitched "You should thank my father next we see him, a good bow will suffice for a respectful gesture as well; it's because of him, and his weakness for me in particular, that this was even possible.  You're not too cold now are you?"