Commission: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 8) (18+)

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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Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings

Part 8

Megan barrelled out of the front door to """Countess""" Elizabeth's modest home, stumbling over the stairwell towards a walkway. It was a bother to go down stairs in a pair of three inch heels.

She tripped, but her wings reflexively unfurled, showing off her full leathery wing-span, ten feet in total. They flapped powerfully, raising her off the ground, over the paved street below. Megan instinctively covered her eyes, but only realized that she wasn't heading for the ground... she was ascending above it, higher and higher.

"...eh? Ack!"

She swerved to the left, avoiding the chimney of the suburban house across from Elizabeth. She cocked her head back to look at her demonic wings, flapping and unfurled behind her. She could make out new muscles flexing powerfully as she ascended with every flap.

"They're bigger now..." Megan noted with hushed astonishment. "...M-maybe I should watch where I'm going!"

She surged higher, clearing a set of power lines. It seemed that anything that posed a hazard was beneath her now. She was free as a bird... or as a bat, she supposed. Her wings were more leather than feather.

Megan wondered how high she was above the ground. She looked down...

"Ah! Wowie!"

Megan gasped as she soared over Crossroads. It was hardly a big city, but for Megan, who usually kept to the same neighbourhoods, she never really appreciated its scale. The rows and rows of homes that lined the streets, the looming signs advertising colourful businesses, the cars and buses travelling about the roads... even the pedestrians could just barely be made out, the eccentricities of the Crossroad's melting pot evident even as high up as she was.

She spread her arms like an eagle, giggling madly as she felt the wind cresting her body. She felt as light as a feather.

She glanced above her, spotting an airliner flying overhead. Megan smirked to herself, imagining the savings; she'd never need to go economy class again.

She beat her wings and dove downwards, towards a borough she recognized. She spotted her home, and narrowed her eyes; the walkway to her front porch would make for a great runway!

"...oh, ah, um-"

Megan hesitated; she was coming in pretty hot, and the walkway was stony, and hard, and rough, and heated up a bit from how hot it was out today, and this wasn't a good idea, and she needed to bail, and-

"ACK!"

Megan performed a sharp barrel-roll, her wings wrapping protectively around her as she dove for the grass. She bounced and jostled in a spin before her shoulder collided with the side of the house with a hard thud.

"Owwwwww owowowow..." She curled up into a ball, rubbing her arm. She was covered in dirt, grass stains, and general specks of rubble. She hobbled to her feet and brushed herself off with a pained grimace.

"Maybe a hot shower will help me feel better..."

She sulked into the house, reflexively trying to kick off her emphasized high heels as she entered through the front door. They didn't come off though, no matter how hard she kicked. A look of realization crossed her face as she remembered, blithely, that her clothes were mere extensions of her own body.

Her stilettos sunk back into her heels, allowing the pads of her feet to squarely touch the floor. Her skimpy clothes melted back into her skin, revealing her nude form, her supple curves, and her rocking chest. She didn't feel much like a supermodel though: after the spill she took, and the unceremonious departure from her first client, she didn't feel super in any sense of the word.

She strolled by the answering machine to check her messages with a glum expression. Sure enough, there was one left behind. She pushed the play button, flopping against the armrest of her sofa to listen...

"Heeeyyyyy! It's your best bud S-Tan!! Now, I just wanted to call and reassure you, cuz I didn't catch you on the way out, and I figured you're like, suicidally depressed after that big ol' fucky-wucky you made, but don't worry! It's not a colossal failure, just kinda a C minus! A passing grade, but you know, not really impressing anyone, y'know?? Elizabeth had more fun in AGES! She even got out of the house for once! I don't know where she went, maybe I oughta go find her? Yeah maybe I oughta, ANYWAY! There'll be more chances, the real busy hours crop up at night, so we'll be getting PLENTY BUSY then, okiday? Talk to you later babe!!"

Kaclick. Megan grimaced, running a hand through her long flowing hair as she tipped her back to flop against the sofa, letting out a guttural moan. Her wings tucked behind her back as her tail lowered itself across her midriff.

"She's not done with me yet...?" Megan sighed, her eyes staring at the whirling ceiling fan, her blackened eyes following the spinning of the blades. "It's the weekend... how can she have so much energy?"

Megan grimaced to herself. She supposed S-Tan was a really powerful demon.

"Maybe she's just really good at delegating." Megan smiled wryly to herself. She stretched her arms over her head, getting a good full-body stretch in before building up the willpower to drag herself over to the shower...

RIIIIIIING!!

"Ack!! The phone!" Megan rolled off the floor, rolling onto the floor as her balloon-esque breasts cushioned her fall. She kicked her legs in a scramble, wings unfurling and catching underneath the coffee table, stopping her from getting up. She absent-mindedly reached for the phone as she crawled along, looking back at her wings as she fussed with them to cooperate...

...She didn't realize that her out-stretched arm had closed the gap to the phone on its own, extending a good one or two feet; her knuckles brushed against the unstable table, knocking it over and knocking the phone from its base.

"Hello? Megs?" A tinny voice could barely be made out from the speaker from Megan's distance. She scrambled forward, her hand clasping on the handset and bringing it to her ear, her arm casually retracting in the process as the cord stretched over to her.

"H-Hi! It's me! Megan here!" Megan confirmed, somewhat breathlessly as she splayed out on the ground, her breasts compressed against the carpet.

"Heeeyy, it's Iris. I'm gonna be running a little late getting back from my rounds." Iris mentioned, her voice a muttery, static din.

"R-Really? Oh no," Megan's eyes widened, her finger curling around the cord. "Did something come up?"

"Yeah, maybe stay clear of downtown for a bit, buncha robbers made off with an armoured truck," Iris explained, perhaps a little too casually. "And y'know I can't really sit by and do nothing..."

"O-oh my, that... that sounds dangerous." Megan grimaced. "A-are you going to be okay?"

"Psh, what's the worst they can do? Shoot me? Run me over? I'm living rubber, babe!" Iris let out a jaunty laugh. "I'm actually catching up to them now..."

"O-oh, talking and swinging has to be dangerous! D-don't drop your cell phone!" Megan blustered, her hands squeezing the handset.

"Yeah we can do stuff later. You don't work Saturdays, right?" Iris queried.

"Um... a-actually I'll be doing something tonight." Megan grimaced.

"SERIOUSLY!? It's Saturday!" Iris objected. "Saturday is sacred ground! Do you even get overtime??"

"I... I dunno yet." Megan grimaced. "I-it's a new job, s-so I need to make a good impression and-"

"Listen, babe, you—pardon me—you gotta stand up for yourself sometimes, make yourself heard, y'know? Don't take shit you don't gotta take, you already work, like, a bazillion jobs." Iris sighed. "Girls need time to unwind, yeah?"

"Y-yeah, but... well, aren't you working right now?" Megan blinked.

"This is different! It's not work, i-it's a hobby?? It's, like, I gotta do this cuz no one else can, but I also wanna and- aw shit they aren't gonna..."

"Eh? Iris?" Megan leaned forward. "Is something...?"

"They made a turn towards the raised bridge. Reeeeeeeal confident they can make that jump and there's a boat sorry gotta jet bye-"

Iris was cut off; Megan stayed on the line until she was met with an idle tone. Megan grimaced, lowering the handpiece. Her wings unfurled, slipping up from where they were previously stuck and flapping. Megan rose to her feet and then landed firmly, before cautiously placing the phone back on its base.

"Oh Iris... I hope she's alright." Megan hugged herself. "...Well, she always is, but..."

It was hard not to worry; Megan would just have to hope that everything would work out in the end. Until then, she'd have to take care of herself, and that meant a nice, long, hot shower to ease her aches.

...It was difficult not to worry about Iris though...

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Megan left the shower running until the water turned hot, undressing herself and letting herself in. She moaned as the steaming water trickled down her smooth, perfect skin.

The last few days had been exhausting; a bath was terribly tempting, but she didn't want to waste water on her account. Showers were more her speed, though she was spending more time in it. Her billowing silver hair clung to her curves, and she needed half a bottle of shampoo to lather up everything.

She clasped her hot pink palms together before rubbing body wash against her skin. Her skin tingled at her very touch; her hips rocked back and forth as she lathered suds down her body.

Megan glanced down to her perky breasts with a look of trepidation. She'd have to get between those E-cups. But wouldn't it be immodest of her to?

...Kamika and S-Tan were insistent that she indulge herself every now and then. That was part of her job now, after all. She took a sharp breath as her hands slipped down between her cleavage, making sure to scrub between her breasts.

They were so soft to the touch, yet firm and bouncy; her finger brushed against one of her nipples, and stiffened against the hot water current. She shuddered, her breath steaming under her breath as she scrunched her toes, squeaking against the porcelain tub.

She thrust her hips forward, parting her legs; her labia spread, her body aching, yearning to be filled. Megan felt so hot, so feverish; it was strange, she never felt like this while taking a shower. But the pulsations of her body, her erect nipples, her smooth body; her tail twitched erratically behind her as she swayed back and forth.

She flopped backwards, slumping onto her butt as her immodest ass cushioned her fall. Her fingers twitches as she spread her legs, her backs pressing against the head of the tub. Megan groaned, wincing, water spraying in her face, beads trickling down between her cleavage.

She was alone. No one would stop her from experimenting a little. Her pussy yearned to be filled, but she was delirious, and it would take too long for Iris to show up.

Her arm reached downwards, stretching towards her pussy. Her fingers tensed, tingled, and then converged to a bulbous point. Her deformed forearm plunged into her exposed, quivering pussy, an oversized pink dildo slipping effortlessly into her pliable form. She grunted as she thrusted within herself. She remembered this trick from last night; she felt strangely powerful doing it on purpose this time.

...But it didn't have the same appeal a second time. She tried making it bigger, enough to bulge her belly. Going faster? Going harder? Maybe she should play with her nipples.

Her back arched as her free hand rose to her chest, her fingers squeezing her chest, twisting her nipples, erect and protruding like little thumb tips. Her smooth body squeaked against the porcelain as she rocked herself back and forth, over and over; her hair twisted around her in her lap, around her body, down her legs. Her body was so sensitized, and she was so feverishly horny... but her act of masturbation wasn't hitting the mark.

Megan grimaced. Part of her felt ashamed, but there was a need within her that wasn't being fulfilled. She was alone, and her mind weighed heavily on Iris. She hadn't seen her in a while, and her thoughts often drifted to her.

She groaned, giving up as she removed her dildo arm, laying it to her side as she lay prone in the tub, her soft body curving to the sides of the tub. She didn't bother reshaping it to restore her arm. She just listened to the sound of rushing water, her legs crossing over one another. Still, her pussy ached to be filled...

"Iris..." Megan muttered to herself sadly. She closed her eyes, deep in thought...

...Still her legs twisted around one another, over and over... like two snakes coiling in a dance of enrapturement. The seams between them vanished as her lower body grew sleeker, shinier... the slightest bit translucent. Her legs rose upwards as a single appendage, growing wider from her hips downwards...

...Two tendrils wriggled from its sides, growing rigid as defined joints emerged; digits sprouted from defined hands. A head emerged near the top, a ponytail slithering out from behind.

The slime woman swayed over Megan's slumped form, lowering down to brush aside some of Megan's hair with a surprisingly intimate look in her eyes. Megan's eyes fluttered open, her head tilting forward to look...

"Huh... huh? Iris??" Megan blurted out loud, somewhat shrilly at that.

It did look like the spitting image of Iris... though that wasn't quite the case. From Megan's lower body, a mirror slime version of Iris had emerged, connected at their hips. The slime Iris beamed with that sunny smile that Megan's thoughts returned to so frequently.

Still, Megan had many questions: was this a subconscious thing? Did she just want a partner badly enough that she made her own? She never realized her shapeshifting was capable of producing doppelgangers...

All those questions subsided as the slime Iris dove in hungrily for a kiss, her boneless arms twisted around Megan's shoulders, slithering down her torso. Her somewhat modest chest was enveloped by Megan's watermelons; Megan leaned in closer, moaning, her eyes closed as her body rocked, her body pressing against the clone.

It wasn't the real deal... but it might've been enough for Megan, just for now. If she closed her eyes, if she imagined a warm body against her own, if she mistook the steam of the shower as Iris' hot breath against her own...

Megan embraced the facsimile of Iris, their bodies coiling together around the tub

In her daze, she didn't notice the fingers of Iris' hand that massaged her breasts splay bonelessly around her form, coiling around both breasts at once, her fingers like little pink worms stretched to twice their lengths; she intimately squeezed her breasts, the fat spilling through her fingers as her body squeaked, rocking back and forth.

"Ohh...~" Megan moaned directly into "Iris's" neck as their coils tightened together, as the slime's playful fingers pressed deeper into Megan's form, almost submerging. Megan's wings and tail flayed forward, wrapping around the clone as she pressed their bodies closer, more. "Iris's" playful fingers dug deep into her flesh; another hand stroked Megan's pussy.

Her hair mixed with slime, washed off by water, and mixed with her own cum as her pheromones fully let loose, filling the room with a pink haze of lust. Megan rocked back and forth embracing "Iris"; she had been yearning for physical intimacy ever since she received this horny body, and this was the closest she had gotten yet! She wanted Iris so badly, her body twisting and writhing, surging upwards...

CLANG!

"Ngah!" Megan yelped, her tall horns clattering hard against the bar holding the shower curtains; she tumbled forward onto the linoleum floor face first, her cheek smooshed. Her eyes narrowed as the wonderful, dream-line trance she was in ebbed away in an instant. She recollected herself, swaying up like a cobra as she looked back into the tub.

The showerhead continued to produce streams of water that splashed into a pink pool of soft, formless slime. There was no sign of the Iris that, up until now, had been attached to Megan by the hip; Megan was alone again with her thoughts.

Megan slumped back against the tub, her shoulders sinking into a bath of ooze; her tail lashed forward, wrapping around a handle to shut off the flow of water. Megan rested in a pool of her own slime, legs lost to the formless ooze.

"I guess I'm all freshened up now..." Megan admitted to herself. She placed her hands against the tub, pulling herself up; her body resisted, but with wet squelches her body wrested itself free as if previously vacuum sealed. Megan's lower body, still formless, flopped to the floor as it lurched over the side and onto a tower laid across the floor.

She reached for a hanging white towel and began to dry herself off, starting with her voluminous hair. By the time she had done a pass of all of her long-flowing hair, the towel had been drenched... and stained pink, somewhat. She turned the towel over in her hands with an indistinct grimace, before glancing up to the mirror.

The bathroom was foggy with steam and pheromones; she reached forward to wipe the mirror and get a better look in the mirror. She marvelled at herself again, her curves, her form, her eerie black eyes with red irises that seemed to glow all on their own. Megan's head rose to touch her own massive billowing horns that stook proudly at the top of her head.

"This is my life now..." She muttered to herself. "What is Iris going to think when she sees me like this...?"

Megan agonized over the thought; she could put on a disguise, sure, but she wasn't perfect at it; at some point, she'd drop the guise. She knew Iris appreciated her simplicity and modesty... but there was hardly anything modest about her body now. Or her new vocation.

Megan lingered in the bathroom, looking herself over with marked concern. She could hardly imagine that her life would go in this trajectory. Megan was trying to warm up to things as reality set in... but she wondered if she could keep this up. If others would accept her.

Alone with her thoughts, she studied herself in the mirror... she wondered how Kamika juggled everything like this. Maybe it was because it was just how she grew up.

"...Kamika's done a lot for me these last few days..." Megan admitted to herself. "Maybe I should do something nice for her."

...She blinked, a look of realization crossing her face. She remembered that business card she picked up over at '''Countess''' Elizabeth's—the house-cleaning service.

Megan nodded to herself as a plan came together in her head...

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