"You're not supposed to be out here alone," her own voice whispered back to her, taunting—but Arrietty only tightened the red ink clothespin in her hair and grinned. The garden sprawled before her, dewdrops trembling on spiderwebs like liquid crystal, the earth exhaling damp heat against her bare calves as she stepped over a twisted root. "Who's going to stop me? The beetles?" She flicked a bit of dust off her sleeve, then froze. That sound—not rain, not wind—something sliding through the ferns.
A plume of violet smoke coiled up from the soil, curling around her ankles before rising in lazy spirals. It smelled like crushed mint and something darker, metallic, hungry. "Oh, you've got to be..." She sucked in a startled breath as the smoke plunged into her nostrils. Heat flooded her veins, sudden and insistent, her skin prickling as if brushed by a hundred spider legs. Her knees buckled; she caught herself on trembling hands, gasping as muscle and bone shifted beneath her flesh.
"Wh-what the—?" Her legs lengthened, thighs thickening with sleek muscle while her calves arched into elegant curves. The hem of her dress rode up, fabric straining as her hips flared outward, rounding into lush, unmistakable femininity. She whimpered as her ass swelled against the worn red cloth, every nerve alight with the slick, stretching pressure of transformation.
Then her chest tightened, nipples hardening as her breasts surged upward, heavy and aching, the weight of them pulling her forward until her new D-cups pressed hot against her forearms. Her fingers flew to the tufts of fur sprouting from her scalp—fox ears, twitching at the rustle of leaves overhead. A shudder ran through her as something thick and warm pushed insistently against the fabric between her shoulder blades, the tail unfurling with a velvety flick above her now-rounded backside.
The garden air hummed against her newly sensitive skin, every blade of grass whispering secrets against her bare thighs. She reached back, fingertips brushing the unfamiliar fur of her tail, and exhaled a shaky laugh. "Shawn is never going to believe this." The smoke curled one last time around her wrist before dissipating, leaving behind the scent of ozone and something dangerously sweet.
Arrietty's nostrils flared—vanilla and musk, thick as honey. Her mouth watered. "What is that?" She spun, scanning the tangled ferns, her fox ears twitching forward. The scent coiled deeper into her lungs, igniting a slow, molten throb between her legs. Her breath hitched. Since when had she wanted to—? Her thoughts scattered as the craving surged, raw and insistent. Girls. She wanted to press her lips to soft skin, to bite and claim and— "Oh god," she whispered, clutching her stomach.
Above her, perched on the sun-warmed tiles of the house's roof, the fox woman stretched lazily, her tail flicking with amusement. "Cute," she murmured, tracing a painted nail along her own collarbone. The breeze carried Arrietty's scent back to her—confusion, arousal, the bright tang of fear. "Let's see how long before she realizes what she's really hunting for."
Arrietty's claws—since when did she have claws?—dug into the dirt as another wave of that intoxicating sweetness hit her. Her thighs trembled, slick with need. Something primal uncoiled in her gut, whispering of warm skin beneath her fingers, of how good it would feel to pin someone down and— "No," she growled, shaking her head. But her body wasn't listening.
Above her, the fox woman's laughter trickled down like melted sugar. "Denial is adorable," she purred. "But your tail tells another story." Arrietty twisted to see the fluffy appendage twitching eagerly behind her, betraying her hunger.
Beneath the ferns, tiny footsteps crunched—soft, hesitant. Ella blinked up at the towering stalks, her cerulean gown now swallowing her shrunken form in folds of silk. "This... this isn't right," she breathed, pressing a hand to her chest. Her heartbeat fluttered like a trapped bird. Everything pulsed with inky shadows, the world rendered in smudged graphite and dripping watercolor.
A twig snapped. Ella whirled, skirts whispering against her thighs—only to freeze as a pair of glowing amber eyes locked onto hers.
Arrietty's breath hitched. The scent—vanilla and musk—was coming from her.
"You're… smaller than I expected," Arrietty blurted before she could stop herself, her gaze raking over Ella's shrunken form. The borrowed silk of Ella's cerulean gown pooled around her like melted sky, her blonde hair tangled with dewdrops and the ghost of ink strokes. "But—" Her tongue flicked over suddenly sharpened canines. "You smell like dessert."
Ella's hands fluttered to her throat, her dark brown eyes widening as she took in the fox-eared girl before her—the impossible curve of Arrietty's waist, the restless sway of her tail, the way her chestnut hair clung to sweat-damp skin where her dress strained over chest. "You're…" Ella's lips parted, her pulse hammering visibly at the base of her neck. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
The admission hung between them, thick as honey. Arrietty's ears twitched forward, her claws flexing against the dirt. Something hot and possessive curled low in her belly at the way Ella's breath stuttered when her gaze dropped—lingered—on the swell of Arrietty's cleavage.
Above them, the fox woman's laughter dripped like syrup. "Told you," she purred.
Ella startled, her tiny frame trembling as the realization hit: Arrietty wasn't just looking at her. She was *hunting.* The damp heat between Arrietty's thighs throbbed in time with Ella's rabbit-quick pulse.
"You should run," Arrietty growled, her voice rough with want.
Ella gulped, her cerulean skirts swirling as she stumbled backward—then turned and bolted through the ferns, her glass slippers flashing like stolen moonlight.
Arrietty snarled, her claws flexing instinctively before she forced them to retract, the sharp points melting back into bitten nails. "Damn it..." She lunged after Ella, her tail whipping behind her for balance as her thighs burned with the chase.
"Wait!" Ella gasped, her voice cracking as she skidded on dew-slick grass. The scent of her—sugar and citrus and something warm beneath—wrapped around Arrietty's senses like a noose. "Please, I don't understand..."
Arrietty's fingers brushed the trailing edge of Ella's sleeve just as the smaller girl tripped, sending them both tumbling into a bed of crushed violets. Ella's breath hitched as Arrietty landed atop her, their bodies pressed together from knee to chest. The heat between them was unbearable—Ella's pulse fluttered beneath Arrietty's palm where it had splayed against her collarbone, and the damp silk of her gown clung to every desperate curve.
"Found you," Arrietty whispered, her lips grazing the shell of Ella's ear. The taste of her skin—salt and rosewater—made Arrietty's vision blur.
Ella gasped, her fingers tangling in the crushed petals beneath them. "I... I'm Ella," she blurted, her voice shaking as Arrietty's thigh pressed between hers.
"Arrietty," the fox girl purred, dragging her nose along Ella's jaw. The name curled between them like smoke—then Ella's breath hitched as Arrietty's mouth crashed into hers.
Their lips moved hungrily, Ella's soft and plush beneath Arrietty's sharper, insistent ones. Ella whimpered—half protest, half surrender—her hands fluttering to Arrietty's shoulders before clutching tight. The seam of Arrietty's dress dug into Ella's palms, the fabric straining as their hips rocked together, wet silk and heated skin catching with every ragged breath.
Above them, the fox woman exhaled sharply through her nose. "Predictable," she muttered—but her tail flicked twice, betraying interest.
Arrietty bit down on Ella's lower lip, savoring the startled jerk of her hips, the way her thighs trembled when Arrietty's fingers traced the delicate ridge of her collarbone. Ella tasted like stolen sugar and desperation, her breaths coming in short, punched-out gasps that Arrietty swallowed greedily.
"I... this isn't..." Ella's words dissolved into a whimper as Arrietty's claws—deliberately blunt now—dragged down the laces of her gown, teasing the silk loose inch by agonizing inch. "Women don't... we can't..." Her protest cracked when Arrietty's thumb brushed the swell of her breast, the fabric slipping just enough to expose a flushed nipple.
Arrietty growled against Ella's throat, her tongue flicking over the frantic pulse beneath pale skin. "Watch me." The gown peeled away like petals, revealing Ella's body in trembling increments—the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips, the wet heat already slick between her thighs.
Ella's fingers scrabbled against Arrietty's shoulders, her breath hitching as the fox girl's tail curled possessively around her bare calf. "You're... oh..." The words died when Arrietty's teeth grazed her inner thigh, her fingers hooking the ruined silk aside. The scent of her—musky and sweet—filled Arrietty's nose, drowning out everything but the hammering of Ella's heart beneath her palms.
"Tell me to stop," Arrietty breathed against Ella's damp skin, her claws pricking faint crescents into trembling flesh. "Say you don't want this—" Her tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate crease where thigh met hip, and Ella arched with a broken cry.
"I can't," Ella gasped, her hands fisting in Arrietty's hair as she shuddered. "God, I *shouldn't*..." Her protest dissolved into a whine when Arrietty's fingers finally slid lower, parting slick folds with a reverence that made Ella's toes curl. The contrast was obscene—Ella's live-action skin flushed and quivering against the inky grass, her body rendered in hyper-realistic detail while Arrietty's animated shadows bled into the petals beneath them.
Arrietty groaned, nuzzling the soft swell of Ella's stomach. "You taste like..." *mine*, she almost said, but bit it back, her fox ears flattening as shame warred with hunger. This wasn't her. That damned smoke had rewritten her desires like spilled ink, twisting her into something ravenous and unfamiliar. But when Ella's hips jerked against her mouth, needy and unashamed, Arrietty stopped thinking altogether.
"It's... ah... wrong," Ella gasped, fingers tightening in Arrietty's hair. Her thighs trembled, her breath hitching as Arrietty's tongue circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. "We shouldn't...*oh!*" The protest dissolved into a ragged moan when Arrietty curled two fingers inside her, crooking them just so. "Oh *God*..."
Arrietty moaned against her, the vibrations making Ella arch off the grass. The scent of her—musky and honey-sweet—filled Arrietty's nose, drowning out everything but the slick, desperate sounds of Ella unraveling beneath her. She'd never imagined a woman could taste like this, like stolen fruit and summer rain, like something worth starving for.
Ella's breath hitched, her nails scraping down Arrietty's back. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice cracking. "Please...*please*..." Arrietty hooked her fingers deeper, her tongue flicking over Ella's clit in quick, relentless strokes until Ella's thighs clamped around her head with a broken cry. The taste of her climax—bitter and sweet—flooded Arrietty's mouth, and she swallowed greedily, her own hips grinding against nothing as Ella shuddered beneath her.
"That was..." Ella gasped, her chest heaving as she blinked up at the sky. "I didn't know..." Her fingers trembled against Arrietty's shoulders, her entire body flushed and slick.
Arrietty licked her lips, savoring the lingering salt, and stood on shaky legs. Her fingers made quick work of her dress, the fabric tearing with a sharp *rip* as she kicked it aside. Ella's eyes widened—Arrietty's animated skin gleamed like polished ink under the moonlight, every curve exaggerated and unreal. Her fox tail twitched, restless, as she straddled Ella's hips.
"You're still wearing too much," Arrietty murmured, her claws tracing the butterfly clasps on Ella's ruined gown. The hunger coiled in her gut was unbearable now, primal and insistent—*mate, claim, breed.* Her voice dropped to a growl. "Tell me you want this." Ella's breath caught as Arrietty's hips rolled against hers, the heat between them undeniable.
"I..." Ella's fingers skimmed up Arrietty's thighs, her touch featherlight and uncertain. "I've never..." Arrietty silenced her with a kiss, her tongue sliding against Ella's as she ground down, their wetness mingling in a slow, slick drag. Ella moaned, her back arching. "Yes," she gasped against Arrietty's mouth. "*Yes.*" Her hands tangled in Arrietty's hair, pulling her closer.
Arrietty shuddered as their hips met, Ella's heat enveloping her in dizzying waves. "Oh fuck," she panted, her fingers digging into the grass beside Ella's head. Her breasts rubbed against Ella's with every roll of her hips, the friction sending sparks down her spine. Ella's moans grew louder, her thighs wrapping tight around Arrietty's waist, urging her faster, deeper.
"Feels... so... *good*," Ella gasped, her nails raking down Arrietty's back. The sensation sent a jolt through Arrietty, her tail lashing wildly as she increased her pace. Ella's breath hitched—then fractured into a high, keening cry as Arrietty's pelvis pressed hard against her clit, grinding in tight circles.
Above them, the fox woman's tail twitched—once, twice—before she vanished into the shadows with a smirk. The air hummed with their mingled scents—roses and musk, salt and smoke—and the damp sound of skin sliding against skin.
Ella's hips jerked erratically, her cries growing desperate as Arrietty's pace grew relentless. "Please," she sobbed, her body taut beneath Arrietty. "Please don't stop..."
Arrietty's lips curled into a feral grin as Ella's thighs clamped around her waist. "You're close," she murmured, pressing her forehead to Ella's. "I can *feel* it."
Ella gasped—eyes rolling back—as her orgasm ripped through her with a force that left her trembling. "Oh god," she choked out, her voice raw. "Arrietty, I... I'm..." Her words dissolved into a ragged scream as her body convulsed, her clear fluid surging in thick pulses against Arrietty's clit before splattering hotly against her belly.
Arrietty groaned as Ella's wetness seeped between them, the sensation electrifying. But then—something stranger. Ella's pussy *clung* to hers, their lips sealing together with an almost magnetic pull as the last of Ella's cum trickled between them. A shiver ran down Arrietty's spine as the magic whispered to her: *When it's your turn, yours will fill her deeper. Hers will take root.* The promise of it—of spilling into Ella, of *marking* her—made Arrietty's hips stutter.
"Arrietty," Ella whimpered, her fingers tightening in Arrietty's hair. Her dark eyes were glazed, her lips parted. "What... what's happening?"
The fox girl licked her lips, her tail flicking eagerly behind her. "Magic," she breathed, her hips rolling against Ella's in slow, deliberate circles. "And I'm *far* from done."
Ella whimpered—half protest, half plea—as Arrietty's fingers traced the curve of her breast. "You're going to..."
"Fill you," Arrietty growled, her teeth grazing Ella's collarbone. "Until you *drip* with me."
Ella's breath hitched as Arrietty's hips snapped forward, their joined flesh sliding slick and hot. "Oh!" Her back arched, her nails digging into Arrietty's shoulders. "It's... oh...*different* now..."
Arrietty groaned, her ears flattening as Ella's tight heat pulsed around her. "Fuck," she panted, her thrusts growing erratic. "You feel...*god*... like you were made for this."
Ella's thighs trembled, her body tightening around Arrietty as another wave of pleasure crested. "I... I can't..." Her voice broke as her climax ripped through her again, her pussy fluttering wildly against Arrietty's pussy.
Arrietty snarled, her hips jerking as Ella's cum coated her anew—hot and thick—before the magic between them pulled it deeper, sealing them tighter. Her vision whited out as her own orgasm tore through her, her release surging into Ella in hot, pulsing waves. "Take it," she gasped, her fingers sinking into the grass. "*Take all of it.*"
Ella sobbed as Arrietty's cum flooded her, the sensation overwhelming—too much, too deep—her womb clenching around the sudden, impossible fullness. "Oh...*oh*..." Her hands flew to her belly, her eyes wide with shock. "It's... it's *inside*..."
Arrietty shuddered, her hips grinding against Ella's as the last of her release spilled into her. "Yeah," she panted, her voice rough. "And it's *staying*."
Ella whimpered, her body trembling beneath Arrietty's. "I... I feel..." Her words dissolved into a breathless moan as another ripple of pleasure coursed through her.
Arrietty smirked, her tail curling possessively around Ella's thigh. "Good," she murmured, her lips grazing Ella's ear. "Because we're *just* getting started."
Ella's breath hitched as Arrietty's fingers traced the damp curve of her hip. "Again?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Arrietty's grin widened. "Oh, sweetheart," she purred, her claws pricking faint crescents into Ella's skin. "We've got *all night*."
Ella's moan was muffled as Arrietty's mouth crashed into hers, their bodies moving together in a slow, slick rhythm—already building toward something *more.*