Commission: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 6)

Summary: A soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman gets roped into a new job as a succubus.

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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 and Kamika Malagic owned by AltrixWrites; S-Tan owned by Tutty The Fruity

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"A-Ahn, Kamika, c-could you loosen your grip? You're, ah, hurting me...!"

Megan struggled to keep up with Kamika as she practically dragged her up the stairwell and back onto the street. With absolutely no regard for human life--or, well, succubus life--Kamika didn't let Megan find her feet as she slipped and tumbled down the stairs again.

"Mrgh!" Kamika grunted, jerking Megan's hand forward with an iron grip. "Get up! Use your wings!"

"C-could you calm down??" Megan cried pitifully. "I don't respond well to being shouted at..."

"Get over yourself, you whiny prissy BABY!" Kamika's grip hadn't loosened a bit, and her march away from the bar recommenced; poor Megan would take quite a few licks from the stairwell, forcibly being dragged on her way up.

Kamika slipped into an alleyway with Megan in tow; it was then that Megan finally found her footing and began to pull back, stopping Kamika in her tracks.

"Where are we even going??" Megan blustered.

"Away from her!" Kamika snapped. "It's her fault we're BOTH in this sorry mess! And she's so fuckin' SMUG about it too, and she keeps doting over YOU like you're her-"

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP YELLING AT ME!"

Megan was patient to a fault, but Kamika's miserable attitude tipped her over the edge; she had reached her breaking point...

FWOOOOSH!

Megan's breath caught in her throat as she staggered, feeling every pore in her body open and gasp at once, her body furiously ejecting powerful blasts of pink, wispy pheromones; they had nowhere to go in the decidedly cramped alley, and the smell of old garbage rapidly gave way to something sweeter, yet no less overpowering.

Kamika's eyes widened, trying to formulate another string of agitated vulgarity, but her words gurgled feebly from her throat as her eyes glazed over, the whites of her eyes flashing a familiar, hypnotized pink.

"Aaahh..." Kamika slurred, leaning against the wall, her head tilted. Megan took a step back, covering her mouth in panic

"O-oh goddess, I did it again." Megan muttered to herself, looking over Kamika with a look of abject horror. She studied Kamika carefully.

"But... at least she's calmed down?" Megan tilted her head. "Kamika? You wanna go home now?"

"As you wish... mistress...~" Kamika slurred with a smile, taking an unsteady step towards Megan; the succubus awkwardly raised her arm, catching Kamika as she staggered right into her shoulder.

"Okaaaay, easy, um..." Megan frowned to herself. "Gosh I hope a police officer doesn't pull us aside..."

Kamika did have the disposition of a drunkard at the moment; Megan would have to walk her home.

...Unless...

"Can you walk on your own?" Megan asked.

"As you command..." Kamika stood up straight, and paced behind Megan.

...Megan had to admit, she kind of liked the feeling of being in charge. But the moment was fleeting as motherly instinct took over. Her priority was to get back to their place...

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Half an hour later, navigating the tribulations of public transit with practiced efficiency, Megan made sure that Kamika made it back to her house. Megan had to be careful to avoid the conspicuous piles of laundry, candy wrappers, and assorted shards of shattered glass.

And once they were in the kitchen together...

Splash.

"Ack! Pbbt, blah, ptooie, ngaaah... the hell was that, Megan??" Kamika rubbed her face; she was, all of a sudden, soaking wet.

"It was just a glass of water. I-I thought it would get you back to your senses..." Megan explained sheepishly.

"But did you really need to fill the glass with ice too? It's FREEZING!" Kamika brushed a couple long locks of damp hair out of her face.

"Ice water is refreshing!" Megan lit up, nodding to her own sage wisdom. "Do you feel better?"

Kamika paused. She traced her memory back to the weird foggy dream she was having. It all felt like a pink, hazy memory.

"...maybe a little..." Kamika groaned, rubbing the back of her head.

"You were really upset with S-Tan..." Megan cocked her head to the side. "I-I know you're not happy with this arrangement, but... if it's any consolation, I-"

"Don't worry about it." Kamika cut her off, eyes drearily glancing to the window. "Just another chapter in the 'S-Tan Goes Out Of Her Way To Ruin My Life' serial. Starring me. Kamika Malagic, as herself."

"...did... something happen?" Megan frowned.

"We had a falling out. We used to be in a band. Creative disagreements over branding. Wanted my face on all the t-shirts. She disagreed. We fought about it." Kamika's hand tensed up.

"...you have a very nice face." Megan added carefully.

"...thanks." Kamika's eyes narrowed; she lowered her head. "Not that I needed your sympathy or anything... Besides that, I already figured out what I wanna do."

Kamika turned to Megan with a smirk; Megan stared back with a quizzical look. Kamika noted Megan's visible confusion, and rolled her eyes in response, giving Megan a nudge.

"I said I'd coach you. And that's what I'm gonna do." Kamika scoffed. "It'll show that bitch exactly who she lost out on."

"I really appreciate your support, Kamika." Megan smiled warmly. "You think she might take you back if you really impressed her?"

"Who gives a damn what she thinks?" Kamika scoffed with a shrug. "I just want her to stew a little in her own bad decisions~"

"...then... then you care a little bit about what she thinks..." Megan pointed out.

"Sh, shut up." Kamika turned her head aside. "For being such a doormat, you got a big mouth, you know?"

Megan chuckled, her tail whipping back and forth. "I just tell it like it is!~ So, what's the next lesson?"

"What, you want more lessons? Today??" Kamika groaned, leaning back. "I hoofed it all the way out to a bar, had to take public transit, and you still wanna work me like a dog..."

"O-oh no, are you tired??" Megan's expression fell, worry awash on her face. "I could make some coffee, that might put a zip in your step! I get this one brand, they harvest the beans way up in the Spire Mountains and-"

"Nooooo, I'm done working for the day." Kamika lolled her head back. "I just wanna eat ice cream and watch crappy movies for the rest of the day..."

"...it... it's four p.m." Megan blinked.

"Heeeey, I got an idea." Kamika cocked her head to the side with a cheeky grin. "You're give me a total preppie vibe, you'll love this~"

"Eh? Prep?" Megan grimaced—sure, she was a goodie-two-shoes, but she had to work on her image a bit if she was going to be a convincing succubus...

Megan tilted her head. "Well, I'm up for whatever, if it prepares me for your kind of work... Sure, what'd you have in mind?"

Kamika clapped her hands together. "Juuuuust a bit of homework you can do at home~"

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That night, Megan got her set-up ready for Kamika's """homework""" selection. She fussed over the supplies she would need.

"Okaaay, let's see. The playlist's loaded, I got a bottle of water here, gotta stay hydrated... I'm not sure what the tissues are for, I don't have a cold."

Megan's tail whipped behind her as she rubbed her chin. Kamika insisted that Megan watch a playlist of videos curated by her. produced by one of the great demons; Megan figured that it had to be good if it earned Kamika's stamp of approval.

"Hey guys, this is Surgat, opener of all locks!~ I know it's hard finding people you wanna spend the rest of your life with, but always remember that a nice overnight fling can be just as fun; you don't wanna spend all your days cooped up at home and being lonely, right?"

Megan paid attention to the demon on screen, blushing to herself at their skimpy attire. The intro was pretty bubbly and friendly... not too far removed from other internet videos she's watched. Nice production values too...

"Now, this series is going to be an overview on the seduction techniques that I use in the field to make an impression with partners, break down barriers, and have some fun. These will just be a primer, with some practical examples, but if you wanna read up more, check out my Pithion page! Also, like, subscribe, click the vuvuzela, etc. etc., you get the drill, so let's get right into it!"

Megan blinked as the music changed very suddenly. The bass guitar was positively stanky, the groove was low. Megan intrinsically knew what that implied, and her blush deepened.

"U-um-" Megan muttered to herself; she shook her head to refocus on the vid, even as it appeared that the demon on the screen was looking directly at her. She reflexively crossed her legs, grimacing to herself.

"The first thing to remember... is to keep your target in suspense. Keep them guessing. You are the one in control, and you must keep your target on their toes. Always remember: you are powerful. You are dominant."

"I am powerful... I am dominant..."

Megan repeated to herself. Her body reacted on its own to the instructor's sultry tone, even as her mind processed the wisdom delivered. It made sense to her, it was good advice... but something was exciting about all of this. This wasn't like the usual after-hours cat video she turned on; this was kinky, this was new... this was hot.

Her tail slipped upwards and, almost in a practiced motion, unhooked her bra, letting her breast hang freely, perky and jubilant.

"Remember to isolate your target as well: an isolated person is a malleable person, like putty in the hands of an artisan. Remove them from the support of friends, family, familiar settings, take them to a location of your choosing, and lead them astray. You are watching this alone, yes?~"

Megan gasped, her breath heavy; one of her hands cupped her breast, squeezing the flesh as she parted her legs.Her free hand lowered to remove her lower garments; her mind was jumbled between thoughts of not ruining her borrowed clothes, and getting the damn thing off in a right hurry.

"Your body and your voice are crucial tools in your arsenal, but you should never force the physical... but physical lures will entice the opposite, excite their imagination. An errant glance from the side, a lick of the lips, subtle motions oozing sex and desire... inhibitions simply melt away~"

"Aagh..." Megan was panting more heavily as her skirt fell to the floor, revealing her puffy outer lips aching to be filled. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers ghosting over the sensitive flesh; she grimaced, feeling her hips rocking on their own, her lips opening on their own, begging to be filled.

She closed her eyes, a pair of fingers teasing her labia in small circles; at first she was gentle, but as she teased herself more, she found herself increasingly insistent on making the plunge; she was positively gushing, her clear fluids oozing onto her chair as she tried to stifle her moans, still hesitant to indulge herself completely.

"It falls to you to stir temptation within the other, as a serpent promises the forbidden fruit. You must awaken a desire in the victim that they struggle to keep down, tease a fantasy that could yet come true, coax their curiosity and cultivate it to be greater than their reservations and doubts, and they will do anything for you..."

Megan's wings flared up as her tongue lolled out, her fingers thrusting fervently into her opening with gusto, with passion. This video was putting a spell on her that she didn't comprehend, and her succubus physiology resonated with it. She was searing hot, her skin flushed, almost steaming; her skin tingled as she let her pheromones flow freely around the room, grunting and moaning to herself as her fingers slathered themselves in her clear ejaculate. But still it flowed unabated...

"Everyone has fantasies they wish to indulge in; often times, those fantasies are more depraved than they would ever let on, despite the pretences they may let on. Reality can be whatever you want it to be as long as you are in control; if you can present the illusion that you can be the object of their wildest dreams, you can move mountains. Of course, succubi have an easier time of this than anyone else~"

Megan grunted in affirmation, oblivious to how her tongue had grown two feet in length in the stretch of her self-pleasuring; the slimy appendage twisted and writhed, curling around her healthy breasts, brushing over her sensitized, erect nipples; they stuck out like little thumbs as her breasts swelled with the sexual excitement. Megan grunted indistinctly, feeling her tongue curling around one nipple, and then another...

"But in order for others to want you, to desire you, you must become an object of desire yourself. People are often narcissistic, and see sexual partners as trophies to conquer, win, and place on their own pedestals. Become such an object that people clamour for, and turn the tables on them as they let their guards down..."

Megan had been thrusting into herself for a while now, and in her frantic excitement, she had forgotten herself. She hadn't been satisfied with just the two fingers and upped the ante every couple of minutes: three fingers, four fingers, and finally her entire hand, balled aggressively into a fist. She moaned, rocking her head back as she pumped herself more and more, plunging deeper and deeper until she could see the vaguest impression of a bump in her slender belly. Her skin was increasingly flushed, sweating all over; she was so sticky now...

"To seduce your target, you must know your target. Many will set up walls to resist temptation, but if you play to their interests, adapt to their fancies, and indulge in a little roleplay, the persona you make for yourself can be more powerful than who you really are."

"Angh!~" Megan took a haggard breath as she arched her neck back, silvery ejaculate spurting all over her chair, along the floor, and... up to her elbow. She had really plunged her entire forearm into her body, and she barely noticed. Her frantic thrusts slowed—though as her body rocked, she couldn't entirely stop herself—and with a wet shlick, she wrested her arm from her vagina; she figured she might've ruptured the lining or something, or bust up something inside of her, but her opening simply puckered up on its own, as if hungering for a second go of it.

That's when she properly noticed her arm. Her fingers had melted together into a single appendage, bulbous, phallic, and bright pink... it reminded her of the toys that her girlfriend Iris would bring back from the adult entertainment store. Heat rushed to Megan's cheeks.

...The hot pink pigmentation was strange too. Oblivious to the playlist, her eyes followed the strange dildo-esque form of her arm; the pink colorization never ended. Her shoulders, her waist, her hips, her legs, her chest, her naval, her entire body had been washed over with a curious shade of bright pink.

"...ah??" She gasped, tensing her hand... her dildo hand, actually, which shlorped back into a recognizable, yet alien facsimile of her arm. She wiggled her fingers, staring into her palm; she could see the video through her translucent form. And she was sopping wet, oozing all over.

The video's wisdom was falling on def ears now as Megan studied her form; she got out of her chair and turned to the mirror in her stark, naked form. What she saw wasn't quite what she expected. Her horns and tail were gone, and her breasts were a little less taut and perky than they were before. She recognized someone's form in the mirror, but with a head of slime-like hair done up in a ponytail, Megan could only think of one person.

"Iris??" Megan blurted; her voice was her own, but the proportions, though modelled from so much pink, translucent slime, were the spitting image of Iris—the one girl she loved more than any other. The object of her desires...

Megan subconsciously tweaked her breasts, looking over her form once more; she scrunched her toes, dollops of slime oozing into her carpet. She had no idea what was going on... Kamika or S-Tan might've mentioned something about shapeshifting, but she hadn't thought it'd be so literal!

...Admittedly, Megan didn't hate this at all. Actually, she was kind of into it. Megan would often fantasize about Iris doing strange things to her with her strange, elastic body. Like wrapping around her in a full-body embrace... Megan crossed her legs at the thought of it.

...She glanced at the windows, the blinds still closed, to ensure that Iris wouldn't just swing right in at that exact moment. Megan breathed a sigh of relief as she looked over her form once more. She slid her fingers down her supple, slimy form, watching as beads of dew trickled down her form.

Megan cupped her hands around her breast, watching them grow several cups in seconds, filling out the palms of her hands. She made a mental nudge, shrinking them down back in turn. They inflated and deflated according to her whim... it came as easily as breathing.

She glanced to her legs, shaking her hips as they swelled, providing her a proper pear-shaped waist. It was alluring, and she rocked the look with remarkable grace. She looked like a goddess...

"Ooooohhh..." She clenched her breasts, teasing herself as the pink flesh oozed out from her fingertips. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she massaged her breasts, her palms lifting as strands of ooze connected them together. Her knees melted together as she slowly lowered herself to the ground.

She flopped over onto her side, continuing to tease her breasts, moaning all the while as her entire body threatened to melt down right then and there. She'd get an explanation from S-Tan tomorrow... until then, it was pleasure before work!~

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