Commission: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 9)

Summary: A soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman gets roped into a new job as a succubus. This is a commissioned piece for AltrixWrites.  It is free to read for whoever.

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Part 9

Cora Wagner, Housekeeping Services

Sometimes A Home Needs A Maid's Touch

646-1379

Megan looked over the business card one more time, punching in the number on her landline phone. She held up the phone, her finger anxiously curling around the phone cord. As the dial tone droned on, she felt a lump form in her throat. She hoped this Cora person would pick up...

"Housekeeping Services, Cora speaking! How can I help you?"

Megan gasped as a bubbly voice echoed from the phone in a processed, tinny quality. Megan's grip on the voice receiver tightened as she hunched over.

"Hello? Ah, um, my name is Megan." Megan nodded to herself as the words came out. "I-I was hoping to inquire about a house cleaning service, and if it could be done today-"

"Same day servicing? Sure! I can be right over in a jiff!" Cora replied cheerily. "Though that will come with an additional service charge; if you wanna save a lil money, you can schedule me in for a later-"

"N-o, no, today is fine!" Megan cut Cora off. "Today's best, actually—I want it to be a surprise."

Megan smiled cheekily to herself. She expected Kamika to be out for the better part of the day on her hunt for a new job, which left her house in a rather sordid state of affairs. Time would be of the essence...

"Ooh, a surprise, huh?" Cora inquired with a pang of curiosity. "Is this for a friend?"

"Yes! She's out right now, doing some... personal errands." Megan nodded to herself. "But I have the keys to her place, so I could let you in!"

"Mmhm, sounds good to me!" Cora cheered. "I'll be right over! You want me over there ASAP, yup?"

"Yes, please! If you can! If it's not an inconvenience..." Megan backpedalled her initial enthusiasm a bit, hoping not to come off as too pushy to the nice girl over the phone.

Megan rattled off the address to meet at, and with a pleasant send-off, hung up the phone, and paced over to her room to dress in something perhaps a little less revealing. She had a white summer skirt she was particular to, and the airy frills were a nice change of pace to all of the tight, form-fitting garb that work stuck her with.

Megan billowed her dress with a satisfied smile, and paced out her front door with a contented, relaxed expression. The weather was nice in midday, and the feeling of freshly-cut grass between her toes was such a delight!

Maybe today would trend back up a bit. Iris would be back later, she had a bit more experience under her belt, and she was even lining up a nice little surprise for Kamika. Quite a good day lined up!

She even got to humming a casual little tune for herself, even as she stepped on Kamika's side of the lawn, unkempt, filled with all manner of strange and uncomfortable looking weeds, and more than a couple boards with rusty nails in them.

BBZT BZZT! Megan blinked, feeling her phone vibrating. She glanced at her messages... oh, it's from Iris!

Hey megs sorry I left u hanging, been tied up w/ police interviews for a while now. Prolly a couple more hours til they let me go, wanna get a late lunch?? Starving!!

Megan's eyes lit up, her tail wagging excitedly behind her. Fortunately for her, she was already dressed the part for a cozy little date.

She quickly thumbed out a response and sent it in a hurry.

YES of course I do! Where at?

...Though upon further consideration, pretty much immediately after sending the message, realization dawned upon Megan. She looked a little spookier than she normally did, between the stark pink skin, the horns, wings, tail... maybe Iris would like the extra curves though; Megan got a good look into her cleavage as she glanced downwards...

Gaap Gardens sounds fun! They got paninis and stuff, sound good?

Well Megan couldn't back out now. She'd have to think of something...

Okay! See you there!! <3

Megan sent the text, inhaling sharply as she steeled her nerves. It was a weekend. She could fit it in ahead of her busy night ahead. She stood in front of Kamika's house, looking it over.

Boy was the place a mess. Megan was too polite to cast aspersions and judgment over someone else's property, but it really was a sad little place. It was a marvel to her how anyone could live there, nevermind the cluster of imps and demons that tagged along with Kamika. She grimaced, before turning to face the street.

"Well, the maid will be here soon...

VOOM!!

"...and then we can get staAAAAAARTED!?"

Megan's train of thought was utterly derailed by the terrifying sight of reality splitting open in front of her, like two rows of gnashing teeth opening its map to try and consume her. Colour drained from around the void, the tear in space that threatened to infect and corrupt everything around it. She thought she screamed, but she could only hear the wordless warbling of a thousand distance voices, speaking a tongue she had no understanding of, no ability to repeat, those haunting dulcet tones. Through the break, clouds of magenta and dark green swirled, sigils materializing and ebbing away; staring at any one thing too long gave Megan a headache, as if her conscious mind rejected the knowledge found within.

She recoiled as tendrils, red as blood, slithered forward from the break in reality, each one thicker than her leg, She shuffled backwards, the silhouetted figure, flanked by writhing tentacles, lurched over her. Megan's face went pale as one of the tentacles veered closer, closer...

"Hiiiii! Are you Megan, by any chance?"

Megan blinked, her vision restored to normalcy as the break in reality vwooped mutedly behind the new figure. She recognized her voice over the telephone...

"...C-Cora??" Megan blustered. "F-from the maid service?"

"Yepperoonies!~" She beamed. Megan got a better look at the strange person. Her complexion was a warm, red hue, her face friendly and speckled with freckles. Even her hair, done up in a hair bun, was a vibrant shade of red! She looked the part of a maid, down to a classical, yet practical get-up that would look more at home in a mansion than on a street corner.

What Megan wasn't expecting was the tentacles. From underneath the hem of the dress, eight tentacles slithered over the pavement, slick and wet with slime. And she had two more sprouting from her sides where her arms would've been. Between those, and the cylindrical siphons that sprouted from the sides of her head, Cora looked to be a proper octomaid! A rare sight...

Megan realized that Cora was extending one of her tentacles for a firm, cordial handshake, smiling brightly and warmly. With a trembling hand, Megan raised hers to grasp the tip of the tentacle; it was clammy, and slimy, but warm and firm, and Cora's grip was strong. Stronger than Megan's, in her dazzled state.

"What... what on earth was... w-whatever that was??" Megan stammered, gesturing behind Cora, where that terrifying rift in reality had happened.

"Ohhhh right, it's just one's my tricks for getting around. Cheaper than taking a taxi, quicker than public transport, hehe!~" She explained cheerily. "A little bit of jumping between time and space! Probably don't wanna think about it too hard; y'know the drill, 'forbidden knowledge', 'it'll drive you mad', 'look away or you'll claw your eyes out', yada yada. I don't really see what all the hullabaloo is, I do it all the time!"

"...r-right. Okay..." Megan really didn't seem to follow, but perhaps Cora was more than her modest vocation let on; that light show was practically eldritch in nature.

"Sooooo! Is this the house that needs a lil TLC?" Cora folded her tentacle arms, coiling around one another as her body rose, her lower tentacles rising her a little higher. Megan snapped back to reality, remember that she had called Cora here for a reason.

"R-right, yes, um, this is Kamika's house." Megan turned around to present it in the same way a game show host would present the prize behind a locked door. "It's, um, a bit of a mess..."

"Tch, that's an understatement. Could use some elbow grease." Cora whistled. "I woulda brought my own, but, y'know, no elbows!~"

Cora snickered, nudging Megan by her side. Megan blinked, not understanding how that was a joke.

"Cuz octopi don't have elbows! Geddit?" Cora nudged her again.

Megan forced a meek laugh to humour Cora. "Y-yes, I get it, um... I-I think just a full cleaning would be good. I'll pay up front! How long do you think it'll take?"

"Well, I'll need to look around first, but I'm a keen multitasker, so I can't imagine taking longer than a day..." Cora rubbed her chin. "But this might be a big job, even if it's a small place."

"Can you get it done before the owner comes back?" Megan tilted her head. "I can let you in, I have her spare key..."

"Hehe, I'm a professional, ma'am." Cora nodded with a wink. "I'll get this place ship-shape in a jiffy! Just need to get my equipment inside..."

Cora's tentacles coiled around the handles of two enormous leather bags, tentacles reaching into the flaps to pull out a duster, a broom, a dustpan, a mop, a hand vacuum, all at once! She hobbled along the path to the door, her suction-cupped tentacles popping along as her tendrils writhed towards the door, humming a jaunty little tune along the way; Megan recognized it from one of those animated movies she watched as a kid.

"Wow..." She marveled at Cora from behind. Her eyes paid careful attention to the movements of those tentacles. She felt a little strange, the way she gawked at them. She wasn't entirely sure why...

Blushing slightly, she followed Cora along the path, hurrying to get the door. This might be an expensive little operation; she hoped her first pay cheque from her new job would come in quickly.

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The next hour had been pretty hectic. Megan had to scrounge up the money to pay Cora, and Cora had to leap right into the fray with cleaning up the place. But once the octomaid was in her element, she was a cleaning machine. With each tentacle brandishing a different tool, it was no problem to brush, wipe, mop, in rapid succession.

It seemed as if the house was in good hands, so Megan started to look ahead. She had a date planned with Iris, after all, and she couldn't go looking outright hellish... thankfully, Cora had moved on from polishing up a full body mirror, so Megan had time to look herself over.

She recalled Kamika saying something about maintaining a human disguise. That sounded convenient. Better still, Megan realized over the last couple of days that she had remarkable potential for shapeshifting. She figured settling back into her regular proportions would be a piece of cake.

Her body rippled as she focused, fixating on an image of herself at the water park. Skin peachy-keen, eyes silvery and filled with vibrant whites. She felt a pulsation reverberating through her body, and opened her eyes, pleased to find the blacks in her eyes brightening to a more typical white, her skin taking on a familiar, fleshy tone and texture.

A couple tell-tail features remained, but perhaps nothing to worry about. Megan pressed her fingers over her two protruding horns, gently pressing down with a physical nudge to complement her mental nudge. They sunk back into her skin, leaving her forehead bare once more. She lowered her hands to the base of her spine, guiding her tail as it retracted into her body until all she could feel was the softness of her behind. Her wings followed suit, folding and sinking into her shoulder blades.

Now for the tricky part. She glanced at her emphatic chest, inflated to size D's. She could explain it away, but it didn't seem like such a Megan feature, even if she had been somewhat taken with them. She pressed down on her firm breasts, urging them to flatten out a bit.

Babump. She staggered as their mass sunk into her body, settling into her asscheeks; they ballooned out slightly, wobbling slightly and complimenting her bottom-heavy, curvy figure. She grimaced, her face flushing up as she examined her supermodel curves.

...Then the flush travelled across her entire body, her body reddening in a hurry. She's winched as the myriad demonic protrusions sprouted from her body again, her tail in particular lashing anxiously before its spaded tip dangled at her heels, defeated. She blinked her eyes, the black sclera returning.

She groaned, glancing at her phone. No news from Iris. Her tail whipped behind her erratically.

"Hey, everything okay in here?"

Megan blinked, spinning around, quickly pocketing her phone. It was Cora, popping her head in through a doorway; concern was written clearly on the octomaid's face.

Megan smiled politely. "I-I'm fine, it's just... I got a lot on my mind."

"Really now? I could hear you pacing back and forth all the way from downstairs." Cora let herself in, her tentacle suckers popping along the hard floor. "Anything on your mind?"

"Aaaah, um... it's just, I got a new job, and it demands a lot from me, and... and I'm worried about how my girlfriend might take it." Megan prodded her fingers together. "...a-and I haven't been getting great sleep either. Just, work work work, eheheh..."

"Ohhhh, you sound stressed, girl. Anxious too." Cora wrung her tentacles together, an empathetic look on her face. She tilted her head thoughtfully.

"Hey! When's the last time you got a massage?" Cora's eyes lit up.

"A massage? Um... ah... never, actually." Megan shrugged.

"Oh, a real good masseuse can take you to a whole other world!" Cora beamed. She prodded a tentacle towards the bed in the center of the room. "C'mon, just flop down on that bed, I'll treat you right!~"

"Eh??" Megan's jaw dropped, her eyes drifting to the bed. It was freshly made, sheets washed, it smelled heavenly... it would be nice to relax on it, but...

"A-aren't massages... really expensive...?" Megan stirred. "I-I dunno if I can afford-"

"It's a charity case this time." Cora nodded, raising a couple tentacles. "These suckers'll work out aaaaall the kinks you got goin' on!~"

Megan gave brief pause to the word choice there, but Cora was an exuberant, friendly sort. And a good salesman too. Megan didn't want to break her heart.

"...D-do I have to remove my clothes...?" Megan asked.

"Yeah. I got some freshly-laundered towels though!" Cora beamed, raising a couple with her lower tentacles.

Megan smiled slightly; Cora really was prepared for everything...

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Megan followed Cora's instructions, undressing herself down to her undergarments and wrapping her chest and waist in towels, before  lowering herself to the bed. Her tail swayed behind her, lowering as Cora hovered over her, tentacles swaying above her.

"You've never had anything like this, Megan!" Cora beamed. "My full body massage!~"

Megan tensed up in anticipation, but as the tentacles lowered to her form, her expecting, tense body arched down in anticipation.

Megan's eyes drifted to the mirror off to the side, finding that Cora had pressed her body on top of Megan's; her upper tentacles wrapped around her shoulders, squeezing and tensing as they ran along her shoulder blades, running along her neck and shoulders in gentle pulsations.

"This might feel strange, but I'm going to target all the pressure points where stress accumulates, so relax for me, okay?" Cora whispered gently right into Megan's ear.

"O-okay..." Megan whispered in response. Cora's tentacles were already applying just the right amount of pressure on her, and she could feel herself sinking more into the pillowy cushions.

Megan gasped as she felt additional warm, slimy sensations travelling along her body. A second pair of tentacles massaged her lower back, their suckers popping and tugging at her skin. Another pair targeted her arms and hands, squeezing her palms as they coiled around her, sliding along her sleek form, And yet another pair slid along Megan's legs, focusing on her angles and feet, squeezing her scrunching toes.

Megan groaned, her tail wagging, her breath hot and haggard as ten tentacles slid along her body, pressing at her in gentle, firm rhythms, the suction cups leaving hickory along her skin. She was in absolute bliss, reflexively rocking her hips. She finally relaxed, giving herself to Cora's full massage treatment...

Tssssst.... even Megan's pores relaxed, pheromones wafting about, flowing freely through the room. The room filled up with pink mist as Megan buried her head into the pillow, a smile of pure bliss stretching her cheeks.

"Oh goddess, don't stop..." Megan moaned in pleasure, feeling her stress ebbing away.

It was strange then, that the rhythmic pulsations of Cora's tentacles paused. Megan blinked.

"Cora? You can keep going, you're doing... great... huh?"

Megan cocked her head up, finally cognizant to the pink mist that flooded the room. Megan caught a look at Cora's face; her pretty blue eyes were filled with a pink shimmer, her jaw agape, an almost dreamy expression.

"Megan..." she moaned, her voice distant, lusty. Megan grimaced; she had seen that look before.

"A-again??" Megan panicked, trying to rise up from the bed. But Cora had her pinned down, her tentacles already wrapped around her limbs. And she was incredibly strong...

Megan was helpless to resist, yelping as Cora lifted her in the air, gently turning her to face the smitten, entranced octomaid. Megan stirred, feeling Cora's heavy, steaming breath at her neck.

"Let me... help you relax..." Cora droned, a drunken smile rising to her lips as her tentacles rose, undoing the wrapped towels protecting Megan's modesty, revealing her lacy undergarments. Megan stirred as more tentacles poked and prodded at Megan's bare skin, poking at her bra and panties... probing them, exploring Megan's body, attempting to slip inside.

Every touch was torturous; Cora's touch was so sensuous, like a thousand kissing mouths teasing Megan's body. But she couldn't indulge this debauchery; she already had a love of her life!

Bzzt! Bzzt!

And she was probably texting her right now! That was the text Megan was expecting! She glanced to the bedside table where she had left her phone, and then back to Cora's glazed, zombie-like expression of pure lust.

As Cora's intimate grasp of Megan tightened, their bodies pressing closer so that their breasts pressed together, Cora began to undress herself. With the tentacles rising from Megan's form, she saw her chance.

"That's enough!"

FWOOSH! Megan commanded as she flourished her wings, wresting herself free from the remaining tentacles that caressed her body. She fluttered, and landed on her feet, scrambling for her clothes as she cupped them in her hands.

"Megan...?" Cora's tentacles drooped, her body turning as she slipped onto the floor, slowly approaching Megan. "Your massage... you're so stiff..."

"Just keep cleaning! Okay!? Until I get back!" Megan explained, her cheeks red and furiously blushing. "Just do as I say, okay!?"

"Yes mistress..." Cora bowed, robotically turning for the entryway. Megan frowned to herself, hurrying to open a window and air out the room. She hoped the pheromone's effect would wear off with time. This wasn't Cora, this was just her mind getting taken by those accursed pheromones. Megan only blamed herself for this strange encounter...

She glanced at her phone. It was Iris, and she was expecting her! How long did that massage go on!?

Megan slipped on her garments and sprinted out the door, in a mad rush to make her date!

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