Prompt: When Two Become One (Part 9)
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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??
Megan Skye, Leila Antioch owned by AltrixWrites
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Part 9
Nowadays it felt that the only company Megales had with her was her own. She hadn't seen Leila nor Iris in days now, nowhere except her dreams. They felt strange and ethereal, visions of two separate lives, distinct moments of sentimentality.
She had dreams where two voices murmured to one another, stranded in a bodiless space of souls. Bound together, despite having two others who were there for them. In these strange visions, Megales would wake up, feeling those depressing feelings of ennui...
BOOOOOOONG!!
...Perhaps this was a factor in why S-Tan insisted on keeping Megales awake for much of her current existence.
"Ugh... is the gong really necessary...?" Megales groaned as she slowly shifted to an upright position, her hair tendrils rising to rub her eyes.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." A lavender-skinned demon droned with half-open eyes. "Back onto the grind."
S-Tan was enthusiastic to rush Megales onto the stage, even if the fused woman wasn't entirely sure about that prospect herself. S-Tan had been very insistent that Megales make a name for herself, even if the woman was pretty unsure about this entire business. It wasn't like Megan had brought much experience on her own into the deal, and it wasn't like Megales had much time to sleep on her job prospects: S-Tan had some big openings at what she called a 'succubus cabaret club', and Megales was a big enough, beautiful enough woman to fill them. That's what S-Tan liked to call her, at least.
So S-Tan had arranged her own sort of succubus boot camp to catch Megales up on the finer points of successful lewding. Of course, she delegated a lot of work to her sister Beepy, better known as Belphegor of Sloth. The holding a massive bronze gong in one hand like it was a paperweight.
"Good morning to you too, Beepy..." Megales stretched her arm upwards, her torso creaking like tense elastic as it extended another couple feet, before slumping back. Megales had been holed up in one of the love hotel bedrooms as her crunch training took place.
"You excited for what's on the menu today?" Beepy asked, her monotone not moving an inch.
"Based on what we went over the last few days.... nnnnot really." Megales rubbed her forehead. The previous day involved a little too much of her feet for her liking; while some part of her was excited to even form feet of her own, it was another thing to use them to step through... all sorts of things.
"They're the fundamentals of being a proper succubus." Beepy tilted her head slightly. "I could get you in on the Bodily Torture department if you would rather-"
"No, no, I'm... I'm fine. I'm just tired." Megales smiled politely, starting to wake up from her rather miserable sleep. "What's on the docket today?"
"You into role playing?" Beepy asked innocuously. Megales stared blankly in response, her mouth flattening.
"Um..." She hummed to herself. "Y, yes? Like make believe?"
"Something like that. And there are props too." Beepy smirked very slightly. "So get dressed. You'll be wearing this pretty little number."
Beepy raised a hanger for Megales to see. Megales paused, looking it over with a welling sense of dread. Her cheeks flushed with trepidation.
"Ah... ah??" Her mouth worked, but failing to produce words, only the babbling of incoherent nonsense. "Awawawa...."
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Megales, sheltered as she was even across two shared lifetimes, had learned a couple new words as she stared at the garment Beepy had handed to her, standing in a change room.
Sadomasochism. Dominatrix. Punishment. All of the above left something of an unsavoury taste in her mouth. The spiked shoulder pads, the black, eight-inch stilettos, the ebony latex catsuit that seemed a touch small for her curvy frame. It looked like something that she'd find an apocalyptic biker gang wearing, from a movie Iris dragged her two.
Boy, those spikes looked terribly unsafe too. Someone could really get hurt if she bumped into someone wearing this. And it really didn't fit her aesthetics; to go basically naked was one thing--succubus biology was somewhat finicky like that with regards to how much skin was showing--but this just looked garish and upsetting.
...Which, according to Beepy's precursory explanation, seemed to be the goal. Megales sighed, reaching for the catsuit. She held it at her waist to examine the size, noting with a grimace that this would be a rather tight squeeze.
She lowered the catsuit to the floor, ensuring the opening at the collar faced her. She placed one foot in, and then another; she crossed them bonelessly over one another, forming a wispy, goo-like tail that slipped inside. The catsuit billowed upward, initially saggy as more of her slimy mass formlessly travelled inside as if it were being sucked in. The thighs began to fill out, the latex adhering to her form with a tight squeeze. Tendrils found their way through the sleeves, hands forming and flexing with fingers. Her chest felt terribly compressed as her boxum pressed against the fabric, her defined cleavage making itself known as a pair of spikes placed over her nipples pointed outwards.
With a breathy gasp, Megales' head reformed at the top, parting her legs to get a feel for the way the outfit adhered to her form. She made it work--there weren't any signs of fat or slime bubbling out of the sleeves. She paced one step forward, then another, arms outstretched, balancing on those absurd stiletto heels.
When she was satisfied with her awkward gait, she reached for her prop: a leather riding crop for the act of, as Beepy put it so eloquently, "whipping pigs into shape".
She stared at it quizzically, giving it a gentle swing at the wall. It made an appropriately meek sound. She did it again, with a little more gusto; it resonated with a satisfying CRACK, and she jumped back with a start, eying the crop in her hands.
She bounced to herself, a goofy little grin crossing her cheeks. Swinging this thing was actually kind fun...
Her eyes widened, and she quickly, curtly shook her head. "No no no, stop it, it's for work, not... d-don't get any weird ideas, girl."
...She thought about it a bit more, her smile fading. She'd be using this on people, right? People who wanted to be punished... it was a strange dynamic. She knew they were used on riding horses, and that was just the worst: a punitive measure to make frantic, innocent, beautiful horses run faster...
Megales wondered what the optics would be if there were any centaur clients. She didn't much like the implications...
Knock knock. Megales was snapped out of her daze by a curt knock at the door.
"You still in there?" Beepy's voice called to her in that same, unenthusiastic monotone. "Come on, while we're young."
"A-ah, sorry! I'll be right out!" Megales turned to the mirror one more time to look over herself. Riding crop in one hand, she swayed back and forth, looking over her sleek, form fitting latex leather one-piece outfit, complemented by her magenta skin tone and her purple-tipped hair tendrils.
She posed a couple times, expectantly smacking the tip of the crop into her palm. She looked like she was in charge. She had a powerful, imposing aura... at least she thought so.
This was all make-believe though, huh? She could have a little fun with it... she smiled slightly to herself and reached for the door handle.
