"I think the marsh looks better when it rains," Marnie murmured to no one, kicking her bare feet through the damp grass as if testing the earth's patience. "Don't you think? Everything gets all blurry and soft, like ink spreading."
There was no answer, of course. Just the rustle of reeds and the distant cry of a heron. She sighed, twirling a loose curl around her finger, the sensation of hair against skin faint but still there, almost. Ghosts didn't need to breathe, but she did anyway, inhaling the wet, metallic tang of the storm brewing over the silo.
"Anna would've hated this," she continued, grinning at the memory of the girl's frantic paddling, the way her eyes had widened when the boat rocked. "All that splashing and squealing. Like a kitten in a puddle." Her own toes curled into the mud, relishing the cool squelch between them, the way the earth yielded so easily.
A gust of wind sent her nightgown fluttering, the blue ribbon at her collar teasing the hollow of her throat. She shivered, not from cold, but from the memory of touch, the phantom press of fingers that weren't there. "Oh," she whispered, closing her eyes as the rain began, each drop passing through her like a thousand tiny kisses.
The silo loomed in the distance, its shadow long and jagged. Marnie tilted her head, considering it. "Not today," she decided, turning instead toward the marsh, where the water would be rising, swallowing the reeds whole. The hem of her gown trailed behind her, untouched by the wet grass, though she could still feel the dampness creeping up, slow and insistent, like a hand sliding up her thigh.
The wind changed direction. It smelled different, sharp and sweet, like crushed mint and burning sugar. "Who..." Marnie began, but the smoke was already there, coiling around her ankles before she could react. It slithered upward, tendrils slipping into her nostrils despite her gasp, filling her lungs with a heat that made her toes curl. She tried to cough, but her body locked, rigid as the silo's rusted ladder.
And then she was spinning, not falling, not floating, but whirling so fast her hair lashed her cheeks, her limbs flung outward like a ragdoll caught in a child's tantrum. The world blurred into streaks of green and gray, the marsh tilting crazily beneath her. She couldn't scream; the wind stole the sound before it left her throat.
When it stopped, she was on her knees, fingers buried in the mud, panting as though she'd run for miles. The smoke coiled inside her, restless, alive. It whispered against her ribs, pressed low in her belly. Marnie shuddered, pressing a hand to her stomach. "What do you want?" she murmured, but the answer came not in words, but in a slow, wicked curl of warmth between her legs.
"Ah!" Her back arched as the heat intensified, spreading outward like ink in water. She could feel it, the way her skin tightened, her thighs pressing together instinctively—only for them to meet resistance, a new fullness, a softness that hadn't been there before. She looked down, blinking rain from her lashes. Her legs, her slim, childish legs, were rounding, lengthening, the angles smoothing into curves that caught the dim light and held it.
"What..." She touched her own thigh experimentally and gasped. The skin was softer, warmer, alive in a way she hadn't felt in decades. The smoke sighed against her ear, thick with satisfaction. "Do you like it?" it seemed to purr, though no voice spoke. Marnie swallowed hard, fingers trailing higher, past her knee, where muscle flexed beneath newly supple flesh.
A laugh bubbled up, half panic, half wild delight, as her hips twitched, the weight of them suddenly undeniable. She could feel the shift in her balance, the way her nightgown clung differently now, fabric whispering against skin that tingled with every brush. "This isn't..." She bit her lip as another wave of heat pulsed through her, lower this time, insistent. "Oh god, not just my legs, is it?"
The smoke curled possessively around her ribs, pressing in as if to say *watch.* And she did, wide eyed, as the dip of her waist deepened, her body reshaping itself with slow, deliberate intent. Her hands flew to her hips, no, not hips anymore, not the narrow bones she'd known, but something lush and curved. Fingers dug into yielding flesh, dimpling under pressure, and a shudder ran through her. "You're making me..." The words caught as another swell of sensation rolled through her, leaving her gasping. "You're making me *real.*"
"Isn't that what you wanted?" The voice wasn't a voice at all, just the scrape of reeds against her skin, the rustle of wind through wet fabric. Marnie swayed, off balance, and felt it then: the shift, the jolt, the undeniable weight settling behind her. She twisted, peering over her shoulder, and her breath hitched. Her nightgown clung where it had once hung loose, the fabric stretched taut over a new fullness.
She reached back, tentative, then yelped as her own fingers sank into the soft swell of her ass, plush and warm under her palms. The slightest squeeze sent a ripple through the flesh, a jiggle that shouldn't have been possible, not for her, not when she'd been nothing but angles and ink for so long. "Oh," she breathed, and the smoke inside her purred in response, coiling tighter, hotter.
A flush crept up her neck, she could feel it now, the blood rushing under skin that hadn't blushed in decades. The rain slid through her, yet she burned, every nerve alight as her body remembered what it meant to be *touched.* And then, worse, better, unbearable: the ache between her thighs, sharp and sudden, a pulse of need so visceral she almost sobbed. The smoke laughed, low and knowing. "Do you want to stop?"
Marnie swallowed, fingers still gripping her own flesh, kneading as if to test the give of it. "No," she admitted, and the word was a confession, a surrender. The heat surged in answer, and she arched, biting back a moan as her hips rolled against nothing, chasing the pressure building inside her. The transformation wasn't done, she could feel it, the slow, insistent stretch of skin, the way her body bowed to accommodate new curves. The silo loomed in the distance, but she couldn't look away from her own reflection in the rising marsh water: a woman's body, ripe and trembling, where a girl's had been.
Her breath hitched as the ache flared outward, pooling between her ribs, gathering beneath her collarbones. The smoke curled there, teasing, and she gasped as her nightgown tightened, not just from the rain, but from the swell beneath the fabric. She clutched at her chest, feeling the skin prickle as warmth spread outward, her fingers meeting new fullness, the soft weight of flesh pressing into her palms. "Oh," she whimpered, kneading experimentally, her thumbs brushing the hardening peaks beneath the damp fabric.
The smoke sighed against her throat, pleased, and she shuddered as her chest bloomed, filling her hands, the weight of them pulling her forward slightly, forcing her to adjust her stance. She laughed, breathless, the sound tinged with disbelief as she bounced lightly on her toes, just to feel it, the jolt of soft flesh shifting with the movement. The ribbon at her collar strained against the new swell of her breasts, the fabric stretched taut over curves she hadn't possessed in decades.
She traced the outline of her nipples through the soaked nightgown, shivering as the sensation rippled through her, a spark traveling straight to the throbbing heat between her thighs. "God," she whispered, pressing her thighs together, the slick friction sending another pulse through her. The smoke pressed against her ribs, smug, and she didn't need to ask, she could already feel the answer blooming beneath her fingertips: D-cups, full and heavy, the kind of flesh that would spill over laced bodices, that would bounce with every step, that would flush pink under a lover's mouth. "I..." she started, but the words dissolved into a moan as her own fingers pinched her nipple sharply, the pleasure-pain of it lancing through her like lightning.
The real change came next, the oddest, the most impossible, and she gasped as twin points of heat erupted at the crown of her head. Her hands flew up instinctively, tangling in the fleshy fur of the fox ears that now twitched atop her head, silken blond with black tips. "Oh!" She jerked back, startled by their sudden presence, by how they flicked forward at the sound of her own voice. The sensation was overwhelming, the sensitivity, the way the wind ruffled the fine hairs inside them, each gust sending a shiver down her spine. When she experimentally scratched behind one ear, her knees nearly buckled from the sheer pleasure of it. "N-no, don't..." she gasped, but the smoke was already laughing, already pressing lower, curling around her hips.
She barely had time to brace before the final change hit, a sharp, electric jolt at the base of her spine, followed by the slow, sinuous emergence of a thick fox tail. It unfurled from beneath her nightgown, pushing the fabric up over her ass, the fur sleek and golden with that same black tip. The tail flicked lazily, brushing against the backs of her thighs, and she shuddered, feeling every nerve ending alight with newfound sensitivity. "Oh god," she moaned, twisting to catch sight of it, the tail twitching in response to her panic...no, her excitement. She could feel it, the way her body thrummed with each movement, the way her pulse raced in tandem with the tail's restless sway.
The smoke coiled around her throat now, possessive, whispering without words: *Look at you.* And she did, catching her reflection in the marsh water, the flushed cheeks, the swollen lips, the fox ears twitching atop her head, the tail curling around her newly plush thigh. Her breath hitched as she touched herself again, running trembling fingers over the furred ears, down the swell of her breasts, over the new softness of her belly. Her hand hesitated at the waistband of her nightgown, gripping the damp fabric. The smoke pulsed inside her, thrilling, daring her to pull it up, to see what else had changed. Marnie bit her lip, then slowly, deliberately, hooked her fingers under the hem.
"Oh," she gasped as her knuckles brushed against the slick heat between her legs, not the smooth, childish flesh she'd known, but something swollen and wet, parting under her touch with a shudder. The smoke purred its approval as her fingers explored, finding not one, but two throbbing bundles of nerves, each responding to the slightest pressure with jolts of electric pleasure. "W-what...?" she stammered, but the answer came in a rush of sensation, her hips jerking forward as her fingers slid lower, finding the tight, fluttering entrance beneath, slick and eager.
"I want..." she started, then choked on the words, the desire too foreign, too raw. She'd never imagined craving this, the way her fingers curled instinctively, pressing inside herself with a moan, the way her thighs trembled, the way her tail lashed against her backside, fur bristling. But it wasn't just her own body she ached for, it was the sudden, dizzying thought of Anna, of those dark eyes widening, of her slender wrists pinned to the marsh grass, of *filling* her...
The smoke laughed, low and knowing, curling around her ribs like a lover's embrace. "Do you see now?" it seemed to say, though no voice spoke. Marnie's breath came in ragged pants, her fingers working faster, deeper, her other hand clutching at her breast, pinching the nipple until she whimpered. She could almost taste Anna's gasp, could almost feel the phantom press of another body against hers, the heat of someone else's skin. "Oh god, I..." she sobbed, her hips jerking, her tail thrashing, the pleasure cresting with a violence that left her gasping.
The marsh spun around her, the rain falling harder now, mingling with the sweat on her skin. She slumped forward, fingers still buried inside herself, panting. The smoke sighed, content, settling deep in her bones. Marnie blinked water from her lashes, a rain or tears, she couldn't tell, and stared at her reflection again, at the flushed, trembling woman in the water, the fox ears twitching with each ragged breath. The silo loomed behind her, but she couldn't bring herself to care, not when the ache between her thighs throbbed anew, not when the thought of Anna's lips parting in surprise sent another shudder through her. The smoke curled possessively around her thoughts, murmuring without words: *Next time.*
Hayley appeared a few feet away, her bare feet sinking into the marsh grass with a soft squelch. "Oh," she breathed, her hands flying to her mouth, her brown eyes wide with wonder. The world around her shimmered, the trees swaying like brushstrokes, the rain falling in perfect, glistening lines. "I'm...home?" Her voice cracked, hopeful, but then her gaze landed on Marnie, on the golden-haired woman kneeling in the mud, her nightgown hiked up around her hips, her fingers still slick and glistening. Hayley's breath hitched. "Oh my god."
Marnie's head snapped up, her fox ears twitching forward at the sound. She yanked her hand free, her tail bristling, her cheeks burning. "W-who...?" The words died in her throat as she took in the woman before her: the blonde hair, the white dress, the way the rain slid off her skin like oil on canvas, leaving her untouched, unreal. Hayley stared back, her own body solid, warm, *different* in a way nothing else here was. "You're not supposed to be here," Marnie whispered, her voice rough with something like hunger.
Hayley took a step back, her heel squelching in the mud. "I don't..." She swallowed, her fingers trembling at her sides. "This isn't...right." The marsh grass whispered around her ankles, the reeds bending toward her as if drawn to her warmth. Marnie rose slowly, her tail flicking, her newly rounded hips swaying with the movement. Hayley's breath quickened, her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat. "What are you?"
Marnie smiled, slow and wicked, her blue eyes gleaming in the dim light. The smoke inside her purred, pressing against her ribs, urging her forward. "Yours," she murmured, and took a step closer, the marsh water rippling around her bare feet. Hayley's lips parted, her chest rising and falling sharply. The ribbon at Marnie's collar strained against the swell of her breasts, the damp fabric clinging to every new curve. "If you want me."
Hayley's fingers twitched at her sides, her gaze darting from Marnie's lips to the flick of her tail, to the way her hips rolled with each step. "I..." She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing pink. The rain slid down her face, catching on her lashes, but she didn't blink, didn't look away. Marnie closed the distance between them, her breath hot against Hayley's cheek, her tail curling around Hayley's thigh possessively. Hayley shuddered, her knees wobbling. "Oh god," she breathed.
Marnie leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Hayley's ear. "Say yes."
Hayley's fingers tangled in the damp fabric of Marnie's nightgown, her grip tightening. "Yes," she gasped, and Marnie's mouth crashed into hers, hungry, desperate. The smoke between them sighed, pleased, as Hayley's body arched into the kiss, as her fingers dug into Marnie's hips, as the marsh around them blurred into streaks of green and gold. The silo loomed in the distance, but neither of them noticed, not when Hayley's back hit the wet grass, not when Marnie's tail flicked eagerly against her thigh, not when the heat between them flared brighter than the storm overhead.
"They're so soft," Marnie murmured against Hayley's lips, her hands sliding up the swell of Hayley's breasts, her thumbs tracing slow circles around the hardening peaks. Hayley whimpered, her back arching, her fingers tangling in Marnie's hair, tugging at the roots. Marnie grinned, her fox ears twitching with delight. "You like that?" She squeezed experimentally, kneading the plush flesh, relishing the way it spilled over her fingers, the way Hayley's breath hitched. "God, you're perfect."
Hayley's nails scraped down Marnie's back, leaving faint red trails in their wake. "More," she demanded, her voice rough with want. Marnie complied eagerly, pressing their bodies together, her tail curling possessively around Hayley's leg. The friction was delicious, the heat unbearable, and Hayley groaned, her hips lifting off the ground, searching for more. Marnie's lips trailed down Hayley's throat, her teeth grazing the pulse point, her tongue lapping at the rainwater pooled there. "You taste like sugar," she breathed, her hands never stilling, her fingers pinching Hayley's nipples just shy of pain.
"Take this off," Hayley gasped, tugging at Marnie's nightgown, her fingers slipping against the damp fabric. Marnie grinned, sitting up in one fluid motion, her tail flicking lazily behind her. "So impatient," she teased, but she obliged, lifting the hem of her gown slowly, teasingly, letting the fabric gather at her waist before pulling it over her head in one swift motion. Hayley's breath caught in her throat, her eyes darkening as she took in the sight of Marnie's bare skin, her newly rounded curves gleaming in the dim light. "Fuck," she whispered, her fingers twitching at her sides, aching to touch.
Marnie leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Hayley's, her breath hot against Hayley's lips. "Your turn," she murmured, her fingers slipping beneath the straps of Hayley's dress, tracing the delicate lines of her collarbones. Hayley shuddered, her skin prickling with anticipation as Marnie's hands moved lower, unhurried, deliberate, peeling the sodden fabric away inch by inch. The dress slid down her body, pooling around her waist, and Marnie paused, her gaze lingering on the swell of Hayley's breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips. "Beautiful," she breathed, her fingers tracing the lines of Hayley's body like a sculptor admiring her masterpiece.
Hayley arched beneath her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Marnie's hands slid lower still, pushing the ruined dress down past her thighs, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The fabric caught at her knees, and Marnie chuckled, low and throaty, her lips grazing Hayley's earlobe. "Lift your hips for me," she instructed, her voice thick with promise. Hayley obeyed without hesitation, her body trembling as Marnie tugged the dress free, tossing it aside with a careless flick of her wrist. The cool air kissed Hayley's bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Marnie's gaze, the way her eyes roamed over Hayley's body like a starving woman presented with a feast.
Hayley's fingers dug into the damp grass at her sides, her breath hitching as Marnie leaned down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the swell of her left breast. "Oh..." Hayley gasped, her head tipping back, her back arching off the ground as Marnie's tongue flicked over her nipple, teasing the hardened peak before closing her lips around it in a slow, deliberate suck. The sensation sent a bolt of pleasure straight to Hayley's core, her thighs clamping around Marnie's waist instinctively, her heels pressing into the small of Marnie's back.
Marnie groaned against her skin, her tail twitching against the back of Hayley's thigh, the fur soft but maddening in its teasing drag. "So eager," she murmured, her breath hot against Hayley's damp skin as she switched to the other breast, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before soothing it with a long, languid lick. Hayley whimpered, her fingers tangling in Marnie's hair, tugging sharply, but Marnie only chuckled, the vibration sending another shudder through Hayley's body.
"You like that?" Marnie teased, flicking her tongue over Hayley's nipple again, her hands sliding down to grip Hayley's hips, her thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there. Hayley could only nod, her breath coming in ragged pants as Marnie's mouth continued its torturous exploration, her lips trailing lower, following the curve of Hayley's ribcage, her tongue dipping into the hollow of her navel. Hayley's legs tightened around Marnie's waist, her hips lifting off the ground, seeking friction, seeking more. "Tell me," Marnie commanded, her voice rough with need, her fingers digging into Hayley's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Tell me what you want."
Hayley's lips parted, her mind scrambling for words that wouldn't come. How could she ask for something she'd never even imagined? The heat between her thighs pulsed with each heartbeat, slick and insistent, but the words lodged in her throat. "I don't..." she gasped, her fingers twisting in Marnie's hair, tugging her closer.
Marnie chuckled darkly, her breath hot against Hayley's skin as she pressed a kiss to the side of Hayley's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh there. "You don't know?" she murmured, her tongue darting out to soothe the sting. Hayley whimpered, her hips jerking off the ground, her body betraying her before her words could.
Marnie didn't wait for an answer. She surged upward, her tail curling possessively around Hayley's thigh as she pressed their bodies together, her hips grinding down in slow, deliberate circles. The friction was electric, the slick heat of their bodies meeting in a way that made Hayley cry out, her back arching off the ground. "Like this?" Marnie breathed, her lips brushing Hayley's as she rolled her hips again, her own breath hitching as the pressure built between them.
Hayley could only nod, her fingers digging into Marnie's shoulders, her legs wrapping tighter around her waist, pulling her closer, deeper.
The sensation was overwhelming, the way Marnie's body moved against hers, the way their breaths mingled, the way the rain slid down their skin, cooling where it touched but doing nothing to quench the fire between them. Marnie's fingers tangled in Hayley's hair, tilting her head back as she captured her lips in a searing kiss, her hips never stilling, her tail twitching restlessly against Hayley's thigh. Hayley melted into the kiss, her body responding instinctively, her hips rising to meet Marnie's thrusts, her moans swallowed by Marnie's mouth. The marsh faded around them, the storm forgotten, the only sound the slick slide of their bodies and the ragged gasps torn from their lips.
"Fuck," Hayley gasped, breaking the kiss, her head falling back against the damp grass, her fingers digging into Marnie's hips, urging her on. "Don't stop." The words were a plea, a prayer, and Marnie grinned, her fox ears twitching with delight as she obeyed, her hips rolling faster, harder, their breasts bouncing with each movement, their nipples brushing in a maddening tease. The friction was unbearable, each thrust sending Hayley closer to the edge, her body trembling, her toes curling in the air. "Oh god," she whimpered, her nails scraping down Marnie's back, leaving faint red trails in their wake. "Marnie, I..."
Marnie's breath hitched, her hips stuttering as she felt Hayley's body tighten beneath her, her own pleasure cresting in tandem. "Come for me," she growled, her voice rough with need, her fingers slipping between their bodies to press against Hayley's clit, her thumb circling the swollen bud with practiced precision. Hayley's back arched off the ground, her mouth falling open in a silent cry as the pleasure crashed over her, her body convulsing, her thighs clamping around Marnie's waist as waves of ecstasy ripped through her.
"Oh god... yes!" Hayley gasped, her fingers scrabbling at Marnie's shoulders as the orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching around nothing, her body shuddering with the force of it. Marnie watched, her own breath coming in ragged pants, her tail flicking eagerly against Hayley's thigh as she leaned down, pressing their bodies together, her own wetness slick against Hayley's trembling thighs.
"That's it," Marnie murmured against Hayley's lips, her voice thick with satisfaction as she ground her hips down, her own arousal pulsing against Hayley's sensitive flesh. The sensation was electric, the friction sending sparks skittering along Hayley's nerves, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her climax. Marnie's breath hitched, her hips jerking forward as she felt Hayley's wetness coat her thighs, the heat between them building anew.
Hayley whimpered, her fingers tangling in Marnie's hair as she felt the other woman's body press closer, their pussies sliding together in a slick, slow grind. "Marnie..." Hayley gasped, her voice breaking as she felt the other woman's lips press against hers, her tongue sliding into her mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss. The heat between them flared brighter, the friction unbearable, the pleasure cresting again as Marnie's hips rolled against hers, her own body trembling with the force of her need.
Marnie pulled back slightly, her blue eyes dark with desire, her lips swollen from their kisses. "You feel so good," she breathed, her voice rough with want, her fingers slipping down to press against Hayley's slick folds. "So wet for me."
Hayley whimpered, her hips jerking forward instinctively, seeking more. "Please," she gasped, her hands gripping Marnie's hips tightly, her nails digging into the soft flesh. "I need..."
Marnie didn't let her finish. With a sharp, possessive growl, she pressed her hips flush against Hayley's, their pussies aligning perfectly as Marnie's outer lips sealed against Hayley's with an unnatural, magical suction. The sensation was electric, the sudden airtight seal pulling a startled cry from Hayley's throat. "Oh... oh god," she stammered, her thighs trembling as Marnie's slick folds clung to hers, the heat between them intensifying unbearably.
Marnie groaned, rolling her hips with slow, deliberate thrusts, the seal between them unbreakable as her arousal surged. "Fuck, I can't... I need..." Her breath hitched, her tail lashing wildly behind her as her thrusts grew frantic, her desire to *fill* Hayley overwhelming her senses. "Hayley, I'm gonna..." She gasped sharply, her body buckling as her orgasm ripped through her, her clear cum pulsing deep into Hayley's womb with each shuddering thrust, the airtight seal ensuring not a drop escaped.
Hayley arched beneath her, her own climax crashing over her as Marnie's hips jerked erratically, her grip bruising as she rode out the aftershocks.
Marnie collapsed forward, her forehead pressing against Hayley's shoulder, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Fuck," she muttered, her voice thick with satisfaction, her fingers tracing lazy circles over Hayley's flushed skin. Hayley shuddered beneath her, her body still twitching with pleasure, her thighs slick with Marnie's release.
Neither spoke—the marsh whispered around them, the rain cooling their heated skin as they lay tangled together, their bodies still connected, still trembling. The air smelled of earth and sex, of salt and sweat, and Hayley exhaled slowly, her fingers threading through Marnie's golden curls. "That was..." she started, then trailed off, her voice shaky.
Marnie grinned against her skin, her fox ears twitching with amusement. "Yeah," she agreed, her lips brushing Hayley's collarbone before she lifted her head, her blue eyes gleaming in the dim light. "You're mine now."
Hayley swallowed hard, her pulse fluttering beneath Marnie's fingertips, her body still humming with pleasure. She didn't argue.
*Good,* the gray fox woman thought, her smirk deepening as she leaned against the gnarled trunk of an oak, her tail flicking lazily behind her. She could still taste the ghost-girl's transformation on her tongue, sharp and sweet, like lightning caught in a jam jar. "Oh, little Marnie," she murmured to herself, tracing the curve of her own lip with a painted nail. "Who knew the dead could blush so prettily?"
Her yellow eyes gleamed as she watched Marnie nuzzle into Hayley's throat, the ghost-girl's new tail twitching with possessive delight. The marsh water rippled beneath them, reflecting the tangled press of their bodies, the way Marnie's hips still rocked absently against Hayley's thigh, chasing the aftershocks. The fox woman exhaled, her breath stirring the damp air as she adjusted the snug laces of her corset, *such* a shame she was too far to hear their whispers, the hitch in Hayley's voice as Marnie's teeth grazed her earlobe.
She'd have to get closer next time. Much closer.
Her fingers twitched at her side, already itching to weave another spell, to twist another thread of desire into something *delicious.* After all, if her magic could remake a ghost, what else might it reshape? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her nipples tightening beneath the silk of her dress. She bit her lip, imagining the next transformation, the gasp, the shudder, the way flesh would yield to her will like warm wax. *Soon,* she promised herself, her tail curling in anticipation. But not yet.
Let them have this moment. Let them think they were alone.
The fox woman's grin widened as Marnie's hand slid down Hayley's stomach, her fingers lingering just above the thatch of blond curls. Hayley's breath hitched, her thighs tensing—oh, she was *adorable* when she was flustered. The fox woman leaned forward, her ears perking as Marnie's whisper finally carried on the wind: *"We're not nearly done, darling."*
Hayley's moan was muffled against Marnie's shoulder, but the fox woman heard it perfectly. She licked her lips.
*Perfect.*