Commission: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 5)

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

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

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"Oh my g- Megan, don't tell me you tip the bus drivers."

Kamika was already outside the bus, impatiently tapping her foot as Megan frantically jammed coin after coin into the money receptacle; the former succubus couldn't roll her eyes enough in Megan's general direction...

"W-well he did us a special favour today, I can't be rude about it!" Megan stammered, reaching into her purse for another fistful. "Besides, I-I hypnotized him, right? He could've crashed or something, he could've died!"

"Seriously?? Girl, just cuz he's got the look of a drunk driver doesn't mean he's gonna swerve off an overpass! He's perfectly fine!" Kamika fumed.

"Are you sure about that??" Megan waved her palm in front of the man's face, frantically snapping her fingers to get any kind of response—there was none whatsoever.

"Tch, shit will wear off on its own." Kamika explained with a roll of her eyes. "...Probably."

"PROBABLY!?" Megan jerked her head in Kamika's direction with an astonished look.

"C'mon, don't be such a, a, a bleeding heart!" Kamika grabbed Megan by the wrist, pulling her down the steps; Megan stumbled out the entryway, her tail thrashing behind her. Megan raised her head, glancing around.

"Wh... where are we?"

She whispered, staying close to Kamika. The bus had dropped them off in the middle of a decidedly seedy district; there were steel bars over every window she could see, piled-up trash backs sat on every corner, and broken glass brushed to the sides of the road.

They stood at the top of a stairwell that led downwards; a sign hung next to the handlebars in bright pink lettering...

Al Raune

Adult Entertainment

"Here's where you'll get to show your stuff, Megs!~" Kamika cackled with a giddy smile. Megan studied the sign carefully, trying to puzzle it out.

"Ah... um... 'adult entertainment'... so, shows and stuff?" Megan tilted her head. "I-Is this some kind of bar?

"...Oh goddess you are sheltered beyond belief." Kamika blinked. "...Well, yeah, there is a bar, but it's not really the main act, ihihih~"

"...It seems a little early for drinking..." Megan grimaced. "B-but okay! I make a mean fruit punch bowl for church affairs. I've never had to spike it, but... it's the same sort of thing, right?"

"No no no, you're not mixing drinks! They got a guy for that already!"

Kamika smacked Megan in the back of the head; she winced, rubbing the back of her head, moaning to herself...

"You're the adult entertainment!" Kamika blustered. "Come on, follow me!"

As Megan was still coming to her senses, she found herself usher along rapidly down the stairwell; her wings flapped as if to compensate in just such an occasion that she tripped and tumbled over her stiletto-esque hi heels.

"Whoa whoa whoa, easy, EASY Kamika! I-I'm getting the hang ot running in theeeese!" Megan wailed, eyes wide in terror.

Kamika was the first to reach the door at the bottom, swinging it open with a confident flourish.

They definitely seemed to be a seedy vibe in the air all the way down here. There wasn't a lot of traffic, with only a few scattered patrons among the bars, the booths, and the tables.

What's up, foxy babe? Whoooooa whoa whoa whoa~

What's up, foxy babe? Whoooooa whoa whoa whoa~

A jukebox in the corner was playing a jazzy tune, providing background noise to the rather sullen environment. Megan's eyes turned to the empty catwalk that dominated the center of the room, drifting to the metal poles that dotted the stage.

"Heh... th-the poles..." Megan chuckled to herself. "They're what firefighters use, right?"

"Firefighters?? The hell are you smoking- Megan!"

Megan beat her wings, rising above the ground and elegantly flying over the scattered patrons, towards the ceiling; she grasped one of the metal bars, wrapping her slender arms and legs as her wings tucked against her back.

"WEEEEEE!~" She exclaimed cheerily, sliding S quickly down the pull, spinning round and round, until her heels clicked against the stage; she kicked one leg out in a playful pose.

That certainly got the attention of the otherwise disinterested patrons; their eyes wide and gawking, they broke into scattered applause, and the odd wolf whistle.

"The show's startin' already? Thought that was a night thing..."

"I ain't complainin'! Lookit those curves!"

"Hey, lady, I haven't wiped those down yet! Do you even work here??"

"Thank you, thank you..." Megan bowed as if she had closed out one of her community theatre plays.

"...urk!"

...At least until Kamika stomped up onto the stage to yank Megan off the stage. Kamika grit her teeth, bringing her hands on Megan's shoulder hard, as if to hold her in place and prevent her from flying away.

"Megan! You're not here to perform stripteases!" Kamika growled.

"S-s-stripteases??" Megan stared blankly. She glanced down at her skimp outfit, tugging at the straps. It wasn't like Megan's choice of attire left much to the imagination.

"Let's just... work our way up to that point, yeah? You'll probably throw out your back or something." Kamika grimaced. She forcefully turned Megan to the scattered patrons, hunched over their amber beverages.

"These drunk bozos are what we're here for!" Kamika beamed, leaning her head to the side.

"Oh? O-okay, they seem... nice." Megan wasn't sure how to feel about this situation.

"We're here to practice the fine art of seduction~" Kamika smirked, patting Megan's shoulders

"What? Seduction??" Megan's eyes widened. "B-but I'm already seeing someone!"

"Oh pish posh, it comes with the territory of being a succubus." Kamika lowered one of her arms to wrap around Megan's tail, teasing Megan with her forceful grip; Megan stood at attention, letting a meek yelp loose as Kamika tugged coquettishly.

"It's all about body language, kitten. Maintain eye contact, gyrate those hips, lean in close, and command the space between you and your target..." Kamika whispered into Megan's ear in a husky, sultry tone. Megan could feel her face flushing.

"D-do you have to get in that close, Kamika? P-people are watchinggg..." Megan's breath was terribly shaky.

"A little bit of physical contact makes aaaall the difference~" Kamika parted some of Megan's hair, twisting it around her finger. She held that pose for a long time... at least, it felt like a long time; Megan was terribly anxious.

But before long, Kamika simply slipped past Megan, strolling to the bar.

"Just watch and learn, newbie. I'll have this drunkard eating out of the palm of my hand before the end of this song." Kamika winked at Megan.

"...that song has been going on for a while now, hasn't it." Megan grimaced, glancing to the juke box. She mouthed along to the lyrics, whoaaaa whoa whooaaaa whoa whoaaaaa...

Kamika, meanwhile, sauntered over to pull up a seat next to a man hunched over the counter, clutching a mug to himself.

"Hey hot stuff," Kamika made her presence known, her voice low and husky. "Out here alone, huh? Looking for a good time?~"

Kamika was nothing if not forward; foreplay had the effect of boring her. Unfortunately for her, the man's attention was directed elsewhere.

"...uh, hi?" Kamika cocked her head to the side. "Dropdead bombshell, three o'clock? Hellooooo-"

"Shuddup. I'm tryin' to focus."

The man muttered blithely, his eyes staring at the back of the bar. Kamika turned to get a look at what had captured his attention so.

"...That, uh... sure is a jukebox." Kamika wasn't sure what to make of it, and she sure didn't know why he had such a hateful look in his eyes. She glanced back to him with an inviting smile.

"A music aficionado, huh? I like that, very... cultured." Kamika attempted to butter him up. "Maybe we could compose a melody back at my place-"

"Some jukeass has been fucking with the jackbox." He growled.

...Kamika mouthed the words to herself one more time to make sure she heard that correctly. She smiled politely.

"That's soooo... interesting!" Kamika forced a smile. "Tell me more, I'm on the edge of my seat!~"

Kamika was hoping he would maybe be polite and not tell her more.

"They keep setting the juke box to play the same fuckin' song, on loop! It's been goin' for half an hour, like we wouldn't notice!?"

He turned to Kamika, raising his hands over his head with an exasperated look. Kamika raised her head, pausing to listen to the jukebox's ambient track...

"...Shit, wow, that really has been playing the whole time..." Kamika blinked.

But she wouldn't be undeterred. Kamika had his undivided attention; sure, she didn't have sexy pheromones to fall back on, but she had years of practice and womanly instinct. She fluttered her eye lashes, leaning forward.

"Seems like you're getting all kinds of wound up over this joker," Kamika lowered a hand to brush his, while he clutched his beer mug; his knuckles were white from the intensity of his grip.

"Ohhh, I've been getting awful stressed myself... maybe we could use a moment to unwind, relax... let everything loose?" Kamika leaned closer. "Don't break my heart and tell me there's a Mrs. Hot, Lonely Stud-"

WHAT'S UP, FOXY BABE? WHOOOA WHOA WHOOOA WHOA-"

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!"

CRASH! He slammed his beer mug against the hard countertop, spraying a pint of ale all over himself... and Kamika, as intimate as she was at the moment, was nestled firmly in the splash zone.

"ACK! PBBT, PTOO, WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?" Kamika sputtered angrily, her carefully cultivated persona dissipating in an instant as her locks of blonde hair ended up platstered to her face.

The man was already stomping towards the exit; Kamika shot up to her feet, reaching for a fistful of cocktail napkins to dab herself off.

"GET BACK HERE YOU DENSE FUCK! THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A SWEET-TALKING LADY, AND YOU OWE ME aaaaaand he's gone."

Kamika huffed to herself, throwing the dirtied rags to the floor; she clicked her heels, spinning around.

"...Tch, where the hell is Megan? I let my eyes off her for one second and she wanders off to goddess knows where." Kamika muttered to herself, getting increasingly agitated. "And I pulled out my best moves too..."

Her eyes scanned the bars. She squinted, noticing a familiar wagging tail near one of the booths. Kamika clicked her heels, pacing over to get a better look.

"...I've screwed up so much... I can't show my face to her..."

Kamika stumbled upon another disheveled man, sobbing with his head buried in his arms. Megan was looking over him, reaching for his hand.

"Mark, you already know what you need to do." Megan smiled warmly, patting his hand. "It's not too late to change. You've always put things off until tomorrow... why not make a change today?"

"But... what do I do? What do I say...?" He looked up with reddened eyes. "I can't even afford flowers..."

"W-well, it's the thought that counts. Jodie misses you. I'm sure if you're honest, and your love is true, you two can work something out..."

Megan produced a paper bill, placing it in his hands.

"...But girls like flowers. Get her something nice, for me." Megan smiled warmly. The man stared, wide-eyed at the gift Megan had bestowed upon him.

"...oh goddess, you look like a devil, but... but you really are an angel!" He shot up to his feet, shaking Megan's hand.

"I'll do it! I'll cut out drinking, gambling... I'll cut out all those processed foods too! Haha, all for Josie! Thank you, thank you, I... I gotta go, I gotta go right this instant!!"

He moved like a man possessed, nearly bowling over a stunned Kamika as he brushed past her, leaving a half-filled mug on the table. Kamika cocked her head, following the man who left in such a hurry.

"...what the fuck..." She mouthed to herself, turning back to Megan; the succubus had a wide, self-satisfied smile on her face.

"Well, I think that went well!" Megan clasped her hands together. She paused, then squinted to study Kamika more. "Um... should I ask what happened?"

Kamika glowered, her hand clenching into a fist. She silently reached for the half-empty mug and splashed it obstinately into Megan's face.

"ACK! Ech, bleh, waaaah, that tastes awful...!" Megan raised her hands to her face, wiping herself off.

"You were supposed to be paying attention to me! To what I was doing!" Kamika stomped her foot. "I was putting on the moves! I had him eating out of the palms of my hand!"

"O-oh, I... I got distracted." Megan grimaced, prodding her fingers together. "C-can you toss me some of those cocktail napkins?"

Kamika reached for a handful and swung them at Megan with the arc of a professional baseball pitcher; Megan froze as the napkins adhered to her face and shoulders, soaking in the yellow-y booze.

"Distracted is right! You're a succubus, there's no time for your, your charity cases! That's not what we're here for!" Kamika lectured. "You only have eyes for ME when I'm teaching you, understood!?"

"I-I'm sorry!" Megan blustered. "He was just, just going through a lot of things, a-and I couldn't help but-"

"Aw, Meeeegs!~ Don't let Kamika get you down!~"

A familiar, friendly voice piped in, slumping her arm around Kamika's shoulder, pulling her in with a tight squeeze. Kamika made a sharp, discontented sound, groaning; she felt like she was getting pressed in a vice.

"S-Tan??" Megan blurted, her eyes wide. She paused, considering her tone, and tried to lighten up, to be polite. "Wh, what a surprise to find you here!"

"Awww, I'm only here to punch up my numbers. The old repeating jukebox trick never gets old, ehehe!~" S-Tan wink, flashing her black scleras.

"Between you and me, Megs, I think Kamika miiiiiight have a drinking problem!~" S-Tan got a laugh at her own joke, reaching a balled up fist to give Kamika a noogie with such force that sparks flew.

"GET OFFA ME!" Kamika tried to wriggle free, but S-Tan's grip was pretty tight; she simply slid into the open seat at the booth, with Kamika in tow.

"Okay, so I'm still working on your care package Megs, but I know you got a lot of questions... I just saw you with Kamika, and I gotta say, I love the enthusiasm guys!" S-Tan released her grip, patting Kamika on the shoulder. "You're really doing me a solid, taking her under your wing... well, metaphorical wing. You don't got wings anymore, hehe~"

S-Tan pinched Kamika's cheek playfully. Kamika jerked her head back, shooting S-Tan a spiteful glare.

"Cut the bullshit, S-Tan, you got no right talking to me like that after firing me from my life's calling!" Kamika folded her arms. "Where the fuck do you get off, you pompous bitch!?"

"Kamikaaaa, laaaanguage!~~" S-Tan giggled. "I'm sorry, it's just you weren't putting up the numbers we needed! Anyway, this isn't about you, it's about Megan!"

"LIKE HELL IT IS!" Kamika slammed her fists on the table. "YOU WANNA SETTLE THIS!? BECAUSE WE CAN-"

Twinkle twinkle. S-Tan wiggled her nose.

Kamika barely got another word out before her lips sealed shut... no, that wasn't quite right. They pressed together, and vanished right from her face, leaving a blank expanse.

"MMPH!? MM-MMPH!!" Kamika struggled, trying to use a mouth that wasn't there.

"Aaaah, much better." S-Tan nodded, before turning to Megan. "Soooo, Megs! How're you feeling?"

"..." Megan stared at the precarious situation Kamika ended up in, before turning back to S-Tan. Megan wasn't terribly surprised by this, actually; S-Tan would pull the same stunt at work on unruly customers... and upper management.......

Megan sat up straight, flashing a nervous smile. "U-um... p-pretty good. I'm... getting used to things."

Megan fidgeted to herself. "I... I wish I had a better idea of what I'm supposed to do..."

"Ahhh, of course, we're having to rush you into things a bit..." S-Tan chuckled anxiously. "I think you had the right idea earlier, helping that man before!"

"...r...really?" Megan cocked her head to the side.

"Mmhm! It was a pretty good job! Y'know, for an untrained, rank amateur who has no worldly idea of what she's doing! It's a happy little screwup!~" S-Tan clapped her hands together.

"...heheh... yay." Megan took that as a compliment.

"Demons only really want humans to engage in moderate amounts of sinning. After a point, you get diminishing returns. It's all a numbers game..." S-Tan explained cheerfully. "We don't want people to get consumed by their vices; we want them to let off enough steam so they can go back and live rich, fulfilling lives! It's all very wholesome stuff!~"

"...ohhhh..." Megan nodded to herself. She did like the sound of that. "I... I didn't think I'd be cut out for this, but... that sounds very nice."

"Heeey, don't go down selling yourself before your first day!" S-Tan chuckled. "You're gonna do great! Just keep up a brave face..."

S-Tan reached forward to pat Megan's cheek; Megan was blushing quite furiously now.

"MMMMPH!" Kamika screamed as loud as she could... which wasn't very loud, considering her mouth was sealed off.

"...Oh?" S-Tan cocked her head. "Did you have something to add, Kamika?"

S-Tan's nose twitched once more, and Kamika's mouth popped back into existence. Kamika gasped for breath, her face red and flushed.

"...gah... hah..." Kamika was panting now, gasping for breath. She glared at S-Tan, a spiteful look in her green, envious eyes. She shot up from her seat, her arm shooting for Megan's hand.

"We're LEAVING." Kamika spat, practically dragging Megan towards the doorway.

"Ahh? Already?? B-but we didn't--ow ow p-please mind the grip Kamika, awawawa, s-see you later S-Taaaaaan!!"

Megan hollered, waving her free hand as they disappeared around the corner.

"Big toodlieeees!~" S-Tan waved cheerily. She remained behind, her tail wagging off to the side. She lowered her eyes to her hand.

"...hmmmm..." She studied her hand. When she patted Megan, she didn't expect to find this. A little bit of residue between her index finger and thumb; she rubbed them together, and partied them...

A thin strand of pink ooze connected them together. S-Tan raised it to her nose and sniffed.

"Oooh! Very interesting! She can't be that far already...?" She murmured to herself. "Hehe, memo to self: gotta keep an eye on the newbie's development~"

S-Tan loved it when a plan came together!

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