Prompt: When Two Become One (Part 10)
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Summary: Megan is getting used to her new gig as a succubus, but she messes up and fuses with Celes the slime girl. Their bodies and minds fuse into a singular entity... what will their girlfriends think??
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"Hah! Hhhhacha! Awa, this is hard..."
Megales slumped forward with a sigh. She was clutching a leather whip in one hand, and had been swinging it over and over to get the angle just right. Beepy had already demonstrated the satisfying CRACK! resulting from a successful swing, but Megales felt like her swings were coming out limp and listless.
"It's all in the pullback." Beepy pointed out. "You need the wavelength to end in a shockwave riiiiight at the end."
"Y-y'know, Kamika showed me a couple... tutorial vids on this sort of thing." Megales hesitated, clutching the whip's handle in both hands. "D-do I really need to hit them so hard? Th-this is kinda like roleplay, this feels a little... too real."
"Demons are made from a different cloth," Beepy shrugged. "If you aren't pushing them to the brink of death, it's not fun for anyone."
"That's... not what I read." Megales grimaced. She glanced to the whip and then wound up for another swing...
"BEEPYYYYYYY! I'm gonna need-"
S-Tan barreled in through the door, and was immediately interrupted by the loud crack of the whip snapping against her hip. She jolted, jumping to the side.
"I DID IT!" Megales cheered, clutching the whip, taking a moment to realize that S-Tan had barged into her training session; the excitement wavered quickly as panic took her over, throwing the whip away like it was a loaded gun.
"OH GOD I'M SO SORRY S-TAN I WAS PRACTICING!!" She wailed, hurrying forward—somewhat awkwardly at that, in her exaggerated sexy stilettos—her eyes scanning her surroundings for a first-aid kit.
Though, upon second glance, Megales' vicious strike on S-Tan didn't even leave a bruise.
"Ooh!~" S-Tan cooed, shivering with a broad smile, her cheeks flushed. "I didn't know you thought that way about me...~"
"Ah, no, that's... awawa..." Megales fidgeted, blushing in turn.
"Get a room you two." Beepy rolled her eyes. "Maybe the one across the hall."
"Later! Listen, there's an emergency!" S-Tan clapped her hands together. "I'm gonna need to abduct Megales to take over a shift over in Club 69!
"Club 69?" Megales paused. She didn't recognize the name...
"S-Tan's cabaret bar." Beepy clarified. "Mostly for lonely folks who want to pay people to talk to them."
"Ohhh..." Megales nodded with vague understanding. "That sounds... sounds like something I could do. I-it's just talking to people... maybe I can get changed and-"
"No no, you're perfect!" S-Tan grabbed Megales' shoulder and pulled her along with a wide grin. "You already took lunch right?"
"Ack!" Megales yelped, her heels dragging against the floor. "N-no, I didn't-"
"Just get one of the guys to buy you a burger or something. But you gotta eat it cutely, okay??"
Megales had no worldly idea what "eating a burger cutely" even entailed.
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As it turned out, Club 69 was not named for the sexual position; it was named after the collection of demonic sponsors for the establishment of Hell itself.
Megales wasn't sure if this was her sort of scene. It was noisy, reeked of smoke, and she noticed more than a couple instances of inappropriate contact at a couple of the tables. Still, she was a consummate professional and showed up to do her job... even if it was just to stand around, serve drinks, and look sexy. Her outfit hugged her curves nicely, and she was getting looks around the club... a fact she was simultaneously excited and nervous about.
She wasn't considered a 'highly requested hostess', so as other demon girls got the go-ahead ahead of her, she was sent to handle drinks and clean up tables. This was maybe the most normal brand of work she had been made to do over the last stretch.
There were a couple rowdy patrons that had splashed her with water to see what kind of reaction they'd get—patrons who were quickly tossed out after the fact—but she kept up with her rounds. She actually felt somewhat thankful to be wearing a latex skirt so she wouldn't get soaked; beads of water simply trickled down her squeaky cleavage.
"PINK BUNNY!" The manager hollered from across the floor. Megales flinched—that was her stage name of sorts—and hustled over to the front, where a suited demon was futzing through a black leather planner.
"Y-yes sir??" She stood at attention, ready to be put to work.
"A client requested you specifically. Head over to the VIP suite." He gestured towards the back.
"E-eh? A request? For me?" Megales fidgeted anxiously. "B-but I've never been with a client before... how would they know me?"
"That's funny, now that you mention it..." The manager shrugged. "Better not to look a gift horse in the mouth."
"I guess not..." Megales nodded slowly, not feeling any more reassured about this arrangement. She shuffled off towards the VIP suite, questions running through her mind: why would someone request her specifically? They were requesting all of the popular girls, but she just started today.
She paused at the door to the VIP suite. There were high expectations for her, and this was an important client. She'd have to try her best.
Megales let herself in. The room was large and spacious, with a large pink-leather booth and table towards the center. And sitting in the center was... an ostentatious, lavender-skinned demon, garbed in a tuxedo.
Megales definitely didn't recognize him. She bowed dutifully, before approaching the booth, sliding next to him with a polite smile.
"Good evening... I hope I didn't keep you waiting~" She cooed, putting on the casual, flirty tone that she had practiced so much. "Did you come here to have a good time?"
"Ah, well, I don't suppose my wife would approve of my frequenting this sort of venue..." He chuckled, stroking his chin; Megales had to stifle a grimace, not approving of impropriety. "Actually, I was looking for you. I would like to know how you ended up here."
"Me?" Megales cocked her head to the side. "Well, S-Tan recommended me to help give our clients a good time. I'm a little inexperienced, but..." She tried to lean into her modest, personable persona. "I hope to be a good hostess for you~"
"Ah, no need, no need," He waved his hand. "It's just surprising to see you in a place such as this, ah... Celes? Megan?"
"...eh?" Megales blinked. "Who... who are you?"
"Oh pish posh, it hasn't been that long!" The man chuckled. "I suppose this disguise was better than I could've ever hoped, but... I suppose we have some privacy~"
Poof! The man disappeared in a puff of smoke, and as the smoke cleared, a woman sat in her place. An important woman, very familiar to Megales, her six fox-tails sprawling across the booth. She winked in Megales' direction with a familiar nod, her smile widening as the demon hostess gasped.
"M... Mrs. Kawaguchi!!" Megales sputtered. What was she doing here!?
