Once A Thief...

This was originally the ending to "Hidden Desires" but I broke it off at the request of the giftee and they also had the neat idea that maybe it could be turned into a sequel for "Sock Thief" so, here you go - a short little sequel to "Sock Thief"!  I did add to it after breaking it off so it's not quite the the original ending to the other story.

Abigail stood beside the dinner table, staring at her phone.  She nibbled at a piece of buttered toast while leaning over the table to let the crumbs fall over the bits of leftover scrambled egg drying on her plate.

She paused.  Frowned.  Wrinkled her nose while looking towards the door.  Shaking her head, she turned back to her phone while popping the last of the toast into her mouth.

Brow furrowed, she frowned again and glanced at the door once more.  Hairs lifted on the back of her neck while the nerves tingled along her spine, as if a ghostly finger traced a lazy line from her nape to her ass.

"What the heck," she whispered.

Finally, she grabbed her plate, taking it to the sink to scrub the remains into the garbage disposal before placing it into the dishwasher.  After setting her phone down on the counter, she checked herself for crumbs, brushing a few away from the buttons on her shirt and then more from her skirt.  She felt only slightly guilty leaving the mess for the robot vacuum to clean after she left.

The thumb on her left finger toyed with her simple golden wedding band.  Only a month since her wedding day and she still couldn't help but smile at the memory of the day.  The beginning of a new life.

She gasped.  Moaned.  Barely catching herself as she swayed forward, reaching her hands out blindly to grip the edge of the counter.

Her wife's face filled her thoughts.  Smiling in her wedding dress.  The veil lifting.  Kissing her.  Switching to another night with her wife's legs on her shoulders as she kissed the other woman's clit while sliding a meticulously clipped and filed fingernail into the woman's pussy.

And just last night, in bed on her hands and knees - her favorite position - with her wife thrusting a dildo deep inside of her with one hand while her other played with her own clit.

She'd slipped.  Remembering things she'd tried to lock away two years ago.  Hyo had flashed into her thoughts and she'd whined and shoved back.  And panted.  All while her body itched.

Only her orgasm had saved her, pulling her back from the perilous edge where she tottered between human and-

"Whew, no," she told herself, pushing the thought away.  The sudden intrusive fantasy made her shiver and lean against the counter in order to catch her breath.

It was a powerful thing and something she'd never experienced before.  She'd certainly recalled pleasurable evenings with her wife and, in the past, with other lovers before her but they were slow, purposeful things that she enjoyed on her own when she found time to masturbate by herself.

Never like this.  Never this abrupt or forceful.  Except for once.  Two years ago.  During a period of time she desperately tried to forget.

She could almost smell her.  Her sweat mixed with that unidentifiable scent that was purely her.

Daisy.

It teased her, warming her while waking her nerves.  Lifting the few fine hairs scattered over her arms and legs and the soft downy ones nearly hidden on her back.  She breathed out with a sharp huff of air while frowning.

Her wife was there in her mind again, dressed in the shorts and old t-shirt she liked to wear when jogging.  Like she was some poor kid from the 80s and all she was missing were sweatbands.  No sportsbra - not that she needed it for her small tits - or any spandex of any kind.  Just her ripped shorts that almost, almost showed the curve of her ass cheeks.

And there she was in her mind again.  Smiling at her.  It was real enough that she smiled at her wife's image in response.  The girl was an extroverted firecracker, always ready for an adventure.

Turning back to the front door again, she noticed her wife's jogging shoes set haphazardly by her neat little shoe shelf.  She sighed, but with good humor and walked over to them to set them right.

She found herself inhaling with short bursts - little huffs that flooded her nose with Daisy's scent.  Sweat, as she thought she'd smelled earlier, and dirt and a hundred subtle ones stuck to the bottom of the other woman's shoes.

The warmth grew, spreading down from her chest, shooting little excited sparks on the sides of her belly before swirling down between her legs.  Her hand shot out to touch the wall as she swayed. And gasped.  Grinding her teeth together.  Touching her throat with her free hand.  Scratching the soft skin while tilting her head back.

Drool filled her mouth.  She swallowed and licked her full, soft lips, covering them with excess spit until her tongue made a slow circuit once more to clean them.

As she'd cleaned her fingers and her wife's pussy lips and labia the night before, like an obedient, good girl.

Abigail whined at the words whispering in her mind - good girl good girl good girl.  Her tongue dangled and she clawed at her blouse, popping a button to show three black hairs growing in a line beneath her bra.

Lowering herself, clawing at the wall beside her with her nails until her knees touched the tile floor.

Heat throbbed between her legs.  Her hands touched the floor as she stared at Daisy's shoes.  Lifting her chin briefly to inhale.  Crawling.  Wetness brushed against her thighs where her suddenly dampened panties clung to her skin.

Fingernails clicking on the ceramic tiles beneath her where they lengthened past the tips of her fingers.  Her tongue rested against her lip, bouncing lightly when her breath came quickly.  Panting softly.

Arching her back, chest low until her buttons pulled at the holes and her breasts were outlined by her blouse.

She'd left her socks in her shoes.

Abigail pressed her nose against one of them, pushing it by flicking her head lightly.  Inhaling with her eyes closed.  Moaning softly with a slight whining tinge.

Such a sharp smell filled with rich aromas, but, more importantly, Daisy's scent.

She opened her mouth to bite the sock's cuff.  Held carefully in her mouth, she lifted it and then pressed her nose into the shoe itself.  She raised her left hand to her skirt, pulling the hem up and over her ass.

Her delicate chin slipped into the shoe when she nosed at its tongue, pressing it up against the laces.  The sock, still held in her mouth, dangled to the side of the shoe.

With her skirt held in place by the raised angle of her ass, she snatched the sock from her mouth.  Her drool soaked into it, but she ignored that as she continued to shove her face deeper into the shoe, pushing it until it touched the wall.  She dragged the sock over her clothes, rubbing it against her tits and stomach.  Marking herself with her wife's scent.

The sharp tips of black fur speared through the sheer fabric of her panties as they grew over her mound and mixed with her curly pubic hair.  She whimpered and whined while grinding the sock against her clit, free of its hood and swollen by the blood pumping down to her pussy.

With a quiet, needy growl, muffled by the shoe, she began to rub herself more frantically, shoving the sock against her clit and down to her pussy, soaking the seat of her panties when she pressed them between her swollen labia and inner lips.

Abigail pulled her head back.  Her tongue dangled, wider than before and slightly longer.  Drool dripped from the tip until she growled and latched her teeth around the lining on the inside of the heel of the shoe.  She growled again and shook her head, swinging the shoe back and forth, but the growl melted to a high pitch whine that repeated faster and faster until she threw her head back with her eyes wide and her legs trembling.  Her nostrils flared while her pussy clenched, rubbing against the seat of her panties where they were trapped within.

She lowered herself to the floor in order to playfully wiggle against her wife's shoes with the sock clenched between her thighs.  Floating on the aftershocks of her orgasm.  The wild tuft of fur covering her mound spread slowly towards her hips and up to her belly button - individual curly black hairs growing every few seconds.

The back of her panties lifted in an area barely bigger than the tip of her finger.  Skin stretched over the single vertebrae of the new tip of her tail.  It twitched, barely moving beneath the skin before lying still.

Minutes passed as she lay on the ground, panting without a single rational thought filling her mind.

Layers of keratin spread from beneath her cuticles, flowing in miniature jumps and starts, pushing the trimmed nails further past her fingertips.  As more layers were added, the clear coloring grew darker and a pronounced curve appeared.

Finally, she dropped the used sock and rolled, huffing and nosing at her wife's shoes until she found the second sock, hidden beside her shoe shelf.  She barked and snatched it with her teeth, holding it while pushing herself up to stand on shaking legs.

Abigail padded back to the kitchen, raising up to her forefeet until she reached her purse.  Bending, she opened her mouth to drop Daisy's shoe inside.

For later, she thought to herself and her tail wiggled in place.

"For later," she echoed out loud.  Her broad tongue reached for her nose but fell short.  Fine gray lines appeared around her nostrils, creating an almost invisible, flat pebbled pattern.

A single black hair grew on the bridge of her nose.  A second one emerged half an inch higher.  She scratched at her jaw, clawing her cheek and the sore, aching gums beneath.

Abigail hummed as she grabbed her phone to drop it into her purse.  Her short black claws cracked against the glass and hard plastic case.  Just as she was about to take a step, she realized her skirt was in disarray - hanging oddly against her hips.  She straightened it and tugged and then frowned as she reached down to slide a hand beneath her panties to pull the wedgie from her pussy.

"Huh," she said, pulling her hand back up and cocking her head as she stared at the sheen of cum between her fingers.  Her nostrils opened and closed, showing slits at the corners of her nose, and then she shrugged and shoved her fingers into her mouth to suck on them with a muted, happy growl.

Silky sable fur grew from the back of her ears, hidden by her black hair.  The flat fur crept up to the folded curves of her ears and down to her earlobes.  And down further, around the base of her ears before stopping with a few hairs emerging from her cheek.  The very tips of her ears unfolded until they were flat.  They flopped slightly and bounced as she thrust her fingers deep into her mouth to enjoy the taste of her cum.

Her canine teeth, nearly even with the premolars and incisors, lengthened as dentin formed beneath her gums, cracking the enamel and healing them as they slid out to obvious points that scratched against her fingers when she pulled her hand free.

Maybe I'll stop by to see Daisy for lunch at her office, she thought to herself while inhaling the scent of the sock hidden within her purse.  She smiled a toothy, hungry smile and the stub of her tail wagged against the downy black fur slowly, slowly spreading over her ass.

"Just for fun," she said out loud, completing her thought as she stepped into her shoes and scratched beneath her bra.  Abigail frowned at how tight her shoes felt but she forced her toes inside the gray flats and left their house.

She smiled up at the sun as the rays warmed the black fur covering the back of her jaw.  Her ears twitched and rotated to catch the sounds surrounding her.

A single drop of milk soaked into her blouse where it brushed against a tiny, wrinkled nipple low on her belly.  She scratched at it and growled.

Or maybe I could see her now.  Want to kiss her.  Want her.  Want to lick her and kiss her and cuddle her and-

She whined with a high pitch as she leaned against her car with her head bowed.

Mate.  Mate with her.  Wanna.  Wanna.  Lick her.  Lick her pussy.  Want her.

With her mind made up, she slipped into the driver's seat of her car and fumbled through the fog filling her brain to remember the way to her wife's work, already picturing her pulling Daisy into a closet to mount-

She shook her head and growled with her soft, velvet black ears flopping against her head.  And then she barked in alarm and swerved to avoid a fire hydrant.

Images came to her as she drove toward's her wife's office.  Her car wandered back and forth in the lane as she pictured herself grabbing her wife's shoes off, biting at them and pulling and flinging them away before nipping at the ends of her socks.  And then shoving her face between her wife's thighs, underneath her skirt.  Tearing at her panties with her teeth.  Shoving her folded, thick tongue into Daisy's pussy.

She growled and slid forward to ease pressure from her tail.  It was becoming difficult to read the words on signs, but she remembered the way and highway hypnosis from repeated trips helped keep her safe.

She couldn't wait to feel her wife's fur against her muzzle as she licked the woman's bulging, swollen spade.

"Best.  Day.  Ever," she growled, smiling with black lips surrounded by dark wisps of fur.