Priya woke on her side, with Sumit pressed up close behind her back. One of his hands draped gently on her side, and his halfway flaccid cock was resting against the side of her tail, its tip buried in the curly hair around the point where the tail entered her back. Her tail, for its part, had apparently decided to wrap itself gently around his thigh, then trail on down the lines of his well-muscled legs. She shifted comfortably against him, enjoying the feel of her ass against his legs. Sumit shifted slightly in his sleep, mumbling to himself, and she extracted herself gently, relaxing her tail and letting it pull across gently and sensually as she swung her legs off the bed and rose.
Priya stood naked in the morning sun, appreciating its warming rays across her healthy body. Her nipples were lightly firm with a gentle arousal, but not tight, and her cunt felt closed but restless as she stretched her arms out lazily, mind still getting up to speed. Her thick dark hair was tangled and bunched behind her, needing attention as her day began.
Sumit would sleep in for some time longer, this she knew. On his days off, he liked to try to embrace the opportunities provided him. She envied him his ability to flex his schedule like that. Even when she had no need to get up early, Priya still woke with the sun.
Today, she was feeling much more at peace and satisfied than any time since the beginning of her tail's strange growth. Good solid sex and an important fight with Sumit had both left her feeling more secure and grounded than she had for many weeks, even if she still had something to conceal from all the rest of her society. With Sumit on her side, the rest would take some work, but ultimately was just problems they could handle. He could find colleagues who could keep their secret to be her doctors when she needed them. Even childbirth, when they were ready, could be a private and appropriate affair. She wondered if their children would have tails as well. Then she decided that the gods would make that clear to them when that time came, and set it aside for now in any case.
Down below, in the streets below their building, the shadows were growing shorter as the sun moved up, harkening an unusually beautiful and low-pollution day. Priya turned toward her shower and began her morning rituals, carefully cleaning all the remnants of sex away and feeling wonderful flashes of sensation recollection as she remembered how she'd fucked her man last night, how he'd run his loving hands along her body and her tail. She lingered in the shower, not too long, but long enough to sensually appreciate her body as she cleaned herself, the musky odor of her sandlewood soap mixing with the warming flush of her aroused response.
It was only later, as she finish putting her sindoor in her part, that Priya realized what had been missing all the time since she had gotten up. The ache of growth was absent now, her tail apparently quiescent at its current length. She twitched it at her backside and she looked at where it fell. Just a couple centimeters off the floor. Priya felt glad that it had stopped, since dragging on the ground would be a bigger problem still. And if her tail was no longer growing, then that would make her day at work much simpler as well. She finished her preparations for the day, with meditation in a particularly peaceful mood outside on their balcony, smelling the day before her as she sat and prayed. Well fed in both her body and her soul, tail well secured beneath her bright green sari, she headed out the door to work, feeling like a school-girl practically skipping down the street.
And indeed, work was much easier for Priya this day, without her tail still growing. She was in a good mood, feeling accomplished and, well, normal as she returned home at the end of a pleasant day of architecture. She wondered what she would find Sumit up to, and if it would be another good night for sex.
