Sketch: Caught

The 3rd of 4 snippet/snack/sketch stories!

I watch her sit at the bar in her little red dress.  She screams uneasiness with every little motion she makes, nearly knocking over her drink when it arrives and dropping her purse twice before hooking it on the back of her stool.  I watch a few men approach but she sends them on their way, sometimes by ignoring them until they got the hint and sometimes with an inaudible word without even looking in their direction.

She wasn't there for them, not tonight.  

Although I suspect I know exactly what she was doing, I seldom turn down the chance for a little practice, especially in an area that I rarely used.  The few fries I have left on my plate weren't tea leaves but I'd found that tasseomancy was a bit loose in what tools were required for a reading.  Mostly it came down to having that essential, rare spark as well as the ability to interpret chaos.

Another man approaches her as I lift the handful of fries.  I let them fall as he fails.  All but two of the fries scatter to the edge of my plate.  The lonely pair fall together, one standing tall while the other lay across it, leaning at an angle.  More interestingly, the second one broke in the fall and the nearly severed tip points away to the side.  As expected, honestly.

So, I make my way up, easing onto the stool next to her while ordering a second margarita.  I have a weakness for them.  The tang of the salt around the rim in contrast to the sweetness is my favorite.  I travel so often that I've turned it into a thing, ordering one in every restaurant and bar along my journey.

She was a pretty little blonde but not a single thing about her stood out.  I doubt I would've even noticed her if she hadn't stumbled her way to the bar.  Not someone I'd spend a second thought on normally but tonight was different.  I was... in a mood.

The tan line of her missing wedding ring was unmistakable with the fleshy white skin around the base of her finger giving her game away.

"Hot night, isn't it?" I ask her while waiting for my drink.

She turns to stare at me.  Swallowing.  Tracing my body with her eyes.  Hungry eyes for a hungry bitch.  Trying to see through the gap in my dress but she doesn't need to, I'm not wearing a bra and I'm not shy enough to show off.  I smile, squeeze my arms together and wink at her and she nearly chokes on her drink.

I ask what brings her and she stutters that she's just wanting a drink.  Time alone to sit away from home to drink and eat.  A lie, obviously.  When I drop the conversation, she keeps it going and flirts like she's a freshman in high school.  Badly, in other words.  But, I allow it while hiding my rolling eyes.  Giving back a little.  She touches my leg before pulling her hand back like a startled fawn so I grab her thigh and squeeze hard enough that she leans into me with a gasp.

More small talk and I invite her back to my hotel.  She's eager to go.  She's found what she wants.

We share a cab.  She sits behind the passenger side so I slide over to the middle.  The poor girl jumps when my leg touches hers.  I give the driver directions and he smoothly takes off, leaving the two of us alone in the back.

If anything, her awkwardness has increased to middle school levels.  I'm waiting for her to punch my arm or pull my hair and- mmm, now that would be nice.  I lightly trace my nails along her thighs until she can't take it anymore.   She turns and kisses my cheek.  My cheek!  Fast as a hummingbird - a light, anxious peck.

"Really?" I ask with a grin.

And then she really kisses me, lips too thick with glossy lipstick that smears all over mine.  Great. Gross.  But she's needy and moans in my mouth when I open to her and grab her tit with my left hand, squeezing before pinching her nipple.  With a glance at our cab drive, I pull the front of my dress open and she dives in, full lips wrapping around my own nipple, sucking and licking while I stroke her head.  What a good, obedient girl.

We stumble into my room and I direct her to shower and join me in bed.  And to wipe off the lipstick.  She's fast and eager to please.  For some strange, completely unknowable reason that I'm certain has absolutely nothing to do with my abilities.

She comes out wrapped in a towel.  I make a little circle with the tip of my finger and then lower it and she gets the hint, dropping her towel with a shy look that's almost adorable.  She can't be much more than twenty and it doesn't even look like her hips have grown in yet.  Completely smooth pussy and little tits.  Just a little thing, small and flighty as a doe.

She presses her hands together and then holds them to her side before fidgeting again and biting her lip so I make her lay down.  She watches me for a moment until I tell her to relax.

My hot breath on the arch of her foot makes her jump but she settles back.

"I've- I've- I've never," she says.

I ignore her, brushing my lips against her smooth, clean sole before opening my mouth to drag my tongue against the ball of her foot, just beneath her big toe.  She moans quietly, shyly as I swirl my tongue and then raise, licking the soft webbing between toes.  Smells like vanilla and I know that's not the hotel's soap so she'd showered before going to the bar and then showered again just for me.

My tongue wraps around her big toe and I bend forward, opening my mouth to suck it completely inside with my own moan, nipping her lightly while swirling against her soft skin and her short toenails.  I do so love my work sometimes.

I feel the little 'crick!' against my teeth and I smile as her toenail bends.  It slides against my tongue and I nibble at it when it grows dense and sharp.

I reach for her calf, holding her in place while massaging her slim leg.  Squeezing and rubbing the flesh until I feel hairs against my palms and fingers.  They slide along my hand, lengthening into silky strands while I focus on her foot.

My tongue works against the bottom of her big toe.  The flesh stretches, faint wrinkles fading as it hardens in my mouth.  A callus forms and expands.  Pink flesh darkens.  It swells in my mouth and she squirms with a moan when my tongue rasps against the black padding.  I hold her lightly furred leg with one hand while the other supports her foot.  My tongue folds around the base of her toe and I drag it up slowly.  Torturing her with the new sensation.  I can't help but bite at the leather padding and she raises her chest in response.  My top teeth click against her curved, obsidian claw.  Hairs tickles my mouth when they grow between her toes.

I pop off, moving to the next toe, repeating the gesture, sucking and licking and biting until I feel the claws growing in on every single one.  Bones and tendons move beneath my hands and the girl whines, twisting in the bed as I massage the foot I'm suckling on.  Dark padding covers the bottom of all five of her toes, slick from my spittle.  The foot is obviously larger than it should be, wide and thick, heavy with new muscles and the start of her paw print.

Eager to see it continue, I move on to her left foot.

Blonde hairs pierce the webbing between her toes as I work my magic, changing her.  When all ten toes are clawed, I go back to her forefoot but I stop to stare up at the trembling girl with a wide smile.  She's got her breasts in her hands and her head back.  Lost in ecstasy that isn't all due to the spell I'm weaving.

I bend her toes back carefully to show the lined expanse of skin below them.  With a soft groan, I lick her gently, turning my head counter to my tongue.  And then I exhale hot air with a deep breath.  Tiny hairs lift in response, slowly pushing away from the skin along the top of her forefoot.  Pink flesh turns red as it strains against her skin, the spearhead of a spade appears as scarlet becomes violet and, in turn, darkens further to black while fatty tissue fills them to provide the cushioning she'll need to walk barefoot.

My hot breath caresses her new paw print and she squirms, rocking her ass until my lips brush the padding.  I see her fists grab the sheets in response and I lean in, kissing with full, wet lips. 

Hairs grow beneath my fingers laced over the top of her broad feet.  I can feel them spreading up to her ankle and around the edges to merge with the hairs between her toes.  I can't help but scratch her lightly and she whines in response.

Her left foot appears tiny in comparison but I waste no time in giving it attention, caressing and kissing and licking until it matches her right foot.  She's gasping and whining and begging me to go between her thighs.  I can smell her wetness without even looking.

She's trembling above me.  I slide forward, spreading her legs while clawing through the hair on her shins.  The blonde fur ends inches below her knees.  It's thin enough to see bare skin at the right angles but thick enough that it couldn't be mistaken for anything other than an animal's fur.  I can only imagine her surprise when she tries shaving it the first time, only to find it growing back hours later.

She bucks when my wickedly smiling mouth kisses her pussy.  Her hidden inner lips are open, pulled apart by her swollen labia.  I can taste her nectar and my thumb gently plays with her clit, pulling the hood back so I can lick the little exposed nub.  She spasms when I toy with the tiny, smooth bulb of flesh so I nip at it playfully, enjoying the way she claws at my hair while thrusting up into my face, soaking me with her cum.  Her fur-lined legs wrap gently around my back and she whines again, unaware of how bestial it sounds.

Her hood pushes against my fingers, slipping from my grasp to surround her clit.  I suck it into my mouth as it folds down.  The girl is panting now and she's hot against my face.  Blood rushes to her labia, causing them to swell further and I open to them, taking her changing pussy completely into my mouth.  She barks in surprise when I suck on her folding lips.

Sharp hairs needle into my mouth and cheeks before they grow long enough to curl.  Stubble above her clit scratches my nose but they too continue to grow in thick, curly tufts while spreading to the sides of her hips.  Her labia protrude as they settle into place, permanently bulging away from her crotch.  I reach around her thighs before pressing my thumbs in to spread her open to show the glistening pink within.  My own moan is hungry as I lick between her sweet lips.  Cum leaks when the muscles within her pussy tighten but I lap it up.

Her whine grows louder, more insistent.  More dog-like.  Higher and higher and she's grinding harder against my face, rubbing her fur back and forth and back and forth until a sharp bark sounds and her crotch slams painfully against me.  Her clenched thighs loosen as they tremble against my body.

Thick blonde fur covers her crotch, already soaked with her cum and my spit.

I slide forward, face drenched from her cum to kiss her and share her taste.  She writhes against me, whimpering and whining as her tongues meet.  I can feel her nipples dragging against mine until I lay against her and our breasts flatten while I kiss her deeply.

Sharp enamel scrapes against my tongue, her canines lengthening before the teeth next to them join in and I nearly gag when her tongue widens to fill my mouth.  

I pull back to find her panting.  Dazed from her earlier orgasm.  Her tongue sloppily works against her face to clean the cum I've smeared on her before resting against her chin.  Her pure pink lips are black now, with a dark line that leads up to a pebbled nose.

"Where's your ring?" I ask her softly, laying back against the fur covering her lower belly.

She's confused for a moment but then scared.

"Wha- what? I'm not-"

I stop her.

"Don't lie to me."

I lean in, my cheek against hers and she whines again.

"You're nothing but a cheating bitch."

She pushes me back, shoving hard while sliding in the bed to stare at me.  I can see her eyes flicker down to her crotch and legs.  I see the panic take root when she realizes what's happened to her and she screams, kicking her furred legs against the bed as if she could shake off the changes.

"What did you-  what's wrong with-!"

She leaps from the bed, landing briefly on all fours before shoving herself up on two legs.  She loses her balance on her wide paws and stumbles forward, catching herself once more on hands and feet with a growl.  Again she stands, bending her knees slightly before grabbing her dress and throwing the door open.

She bolts, racing into the hallway.  An older couple gasp and throw themselves against the wall as she passes.  I catch a glimpse of her trying to put her dress on, staggering and twirling and dancing from one foot to the other.  And I laugh and laugh and laugh.  

Part of me wonders what she'll do now, changed like she is.

But, really, I'm more interested in what she does when the estrus hits.  I suspect her cab driver's in for one hell of a tip.