Commission: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 4)

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

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Part 4

Kamika sent her cronies back to her place, specifying a few particular outfits for Megan's perusal. A lot of outfits, actually. Megan wondered what Kamika was doing with so many changes of clothes; did she go shopping that much? She couldn't afford a landline phone, but she could afford twenty different types of bikini?

They were all so skimpy too... Megan blushed just looking at them. She balked at the notion of trying them on. But Kamika was insistent, and decidedly pointed in her tone. Megan tucked her tail in between her legs, and shuffled off into her walk-in closet.

Half an hour passed. Kamika had been shuffling around her closet pretty much the entire time.

"Hey. I can hear you hemming and hawing." Kamika raised her head. "Quit stalling and come out. You're dressed up, right?"

"I-I put on the thing you asked me to, but, umm... ahh..." Megan's muffled voice responded from the other side of the door.

"Jeez, didn't know I was dealing with the biggest pussy in the world here..." Kamika rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm not your mom. I'm not gonna faint at the sight of you. Just hurry up, and don't waste my time, alright??"

"A-alright, alright, I..." Megan took a deep breath. "I'm coming out."

The closet door creeped open, and Megan staggered forward, a look of trepidation crossing her face. Her eyes were locked to the floor, staring at the four inch stilettos she tried to balance herself in.

She tugged at a blue high leg one-piece top that left little to the imagination; she let her hands rest on her emphasized chest, the top propping it up and curving around her chest. Her curves were so emphasized with this outfit; the lower half hugged her crotch, her hips freely expose.

"Hm. Not bad." Kamika nodded, tilting her head.

"It's not too much...?" Megan grimaced.

"It's a good fit. Shows off your assets. Goes with the silver hair too." Kamika brushed back her own hair with a smirk. "I think we can make this work. Though there are other matters..."

Kamika's eyes lowered to Megan's stilettos; the newly appointed succubus swayed back and forth unsteadily.

"You ever been in high heels before?" The corner of Kamika's mouth twitched. "Like, they're for dates and stuff. Family gatherings. Bar Mitzvahs..."

"I-I prefer having my heels remain squarely on the ground..." Megan responded, her voice a little shaky.

"You get used to them." Kamika smirked. "Come on, do a little runway walk and spin. Show the boys your larboard side~"

"Ah... um..." Megan gulped. She got the gist of what Kamika proposed, though she didn't know what a 'larboard' was. She took one careful step after another.

"C'mon, c'mon, you're shuffling your feet! Bigger steps! Exude confidence! Sway those hips that don't quit!" Kamika barked.

"A-ah-" Megan stumbled slightly, but recovered in a hurry, her tail whipping behind her. The increased urgency in her walking speed indicated that she was getting a hang of it, though she struggled with the spin, waving her arms as she nearly toppled over.

"A-awa..." Megan flailed her arms, parting her legs to catch her balance. "Wh-why don't I just... fly everywhere instead? I got wings, so..."

"Well for one, you're not gonna dress like a slut all the time. Even I got a human disguise..." Kamika shrugged. "Not to mention shit's tiring."

"Well, at least I have a bus pass..." Megan sighed, her shoulder slouching. "I don't know what I'm even supposed to do."

"Tch, S-Tan really tried to keep you in the dark, huh?" Kamika rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine, I'll clarify. I'll even dumb it down, just so you can understand."

"Oh thank goodness! That would help a lot, really!" Megan's eyes lit up, clutching her hands together. "Thank you, Kamika!"

"...Ugh. How did you ever..." Kamika clicked her tongue. "Alright, you know about what angels do, right? You mom took you to church as a kid?."

"Oh yeah! I still go, every Sunday!" Megan nodded earnestly. "Angels are responsible for watching over folks, encouraging good deeds, so that they may be brought into the Kingdom of-"

"Yeah yeah, that, anyway, succubi are basically the same. Just the opposite." Kamika cut her off, waving her hand.

"...eh?" Megan tilted her head. "H, how so?"

"Succubi are all about getting people's rocks off." Kamika smirked.

"...um??" Megan's mouth flattened, a grim look on her face.

"Every dirty thought someone has, that's a bonus. Every time someone whacks it off, that's a couple more points. And every time they take someone to bed, oh, that's a mounted trophy." Kamika placed her hands on her hips. "Demons are all about encouraging humanity's baser tendencies, letting them cut loose, relax, indulge. Not like those stuck up bastards in the clouds." Kamika glanced out the window with a disgusted look.

"Wait, so I... I have to get people excited, and that... that's my whole job??" Megan blinked. She blushed slightly.

"That's the gist of it." Kamika nodded.

"But... who's keeping track? A-am I supposed to, ah, file paperwork for that? H-how would I ever,,, quantify a, a boner...???"

"Pfft, paperwork ain't sexy. Leave it to the grunts." Kamika flourished her wrist. "Trolls and imps do most of the busywork. Most of the time you won't even see them, they barely even matter. Like Double Double over there."

Kamika gestured to the hallway, where Double Double stood guard. He turned to face the pair.

"Yes, I meticulously keep track of your numbers. You need only focus on your clients." Double Double nodded. "I will be watching. Always."

"...That... doesn't make me feel any better about this entire arrangement." Megan grimaced. Her eyes trailed back to Kamika.

"Just pretend he doesn't exist. It's easier that way." Kamika paced to the side, stepping in Megan's line of sight. "Besides that, you need to be focusing on me anyway. There's a lot I need to beat into your hollow little head, huh?"

"Y-yeah, I... I still have questions. Do I need to... look like this?" Megan wrapped her arms underneath her chest, bouncing her breasts slightly. "I-it's a bit excessive, isn't it?"

Kamika stared for a spell. She tilted her head, as if studying Megan. Her eyebrows furrowed; Megan was made slightly uncomfortable by the way Kamika was looking at her. It wasn't in a particularly lusty manner; the look she had on her face was so serious, so intense.

"I wonder..." Kamika tapped her chin. "How did you... tch, nevermind. Probably a fluke." Kamika paced forward. "It's better this way, honestly. The way you were before, nobody would give you a second glance at a bar."

"Eh? What?" Megan's shoulders dropped; she sounded slightly dejected.

"Yeah. You're boring. Average. Kinda got that good little Christian, little sister vibe, even though you're a frickin' grown-ass adult. And, like, I guess some weirdos go for that, but if you're looking to post the big numbers, you gotta look the part. Act the part!" Kamika flicked her hair back with a smirk. "Let everyone in the room know who is the bossest bitch in the room, yeah??"

Megan was startled into silence; Kamika had a way of just oozing confidence, however unfounded it was. Megan always respected that part of her to a great degree; it wasn't like Megan really got into a habit of showing off herself. Modesty was a virtue after all.

"...M-maybe this can be the start of a... a new me..." Megan nodded to herself. "I... I'll at least give it a shot. I'm a little nervous though. My body still feels, ah... tingly."

"Well, you know what they say..." Kamika uttered with a sultry look in her eyes.

Kamika paced forward, waving a hand in front of Megan's breasts. Megan shuddered, feeling a phantom sensation, her sensitive nipples stiffening, pushing the fabric forward. She winced, glancing at Kamika with haggard breath.

"It's not a job if you love what you do." Kamika smirked knowingly. "You'll find your body muuuuch better suited to, ah... carnal pleasures. How does it feel, hm?"

"O-oh... oh my heavens..." Megan muttered breathily. Her chest felt like it was pulsing.

"Mmhm. Lots of potential, but no iea how to use it. I'll shape you up myself. Mhmhm... you'll be like putty in my hands..."   Kamika outstretched her hands to grab Megan's shoulders, clasping them firmly.

"Let's get some proper field experience, shall we?~" Kamika grinned, drumming her fingers along Megan's shoulders.

"E-eh? Now? Today??" Megan blustered. "But I'm not ready, I'm-"

"S-Tan will work you like a dog on Day 1, so you're gonna need to learn fast. Lucky for you that you have such a fastidious coach as me!~" Kamika beamed, grabbing Megan and jerking her along by the wrist, pulling her towards the front door.

"B-but I need to get dressed, I-" Megan tried to get a word in, but her objections fell on deaf ears; Kamika marched forward with purpose.

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Kamika was so confidently approaching the doorway, but she immediately regretted her enthusiasm as soon as the cool winter air hit her. She grimaced, hugging herself.

"Fuuuck, it's cold." She muttered bitterly, sighing aloud; her breath formed foggy clouds in front of her.

"Y-you kidding? I'm boiling in my coat." Megan gasped, fidgeting uncomfortably. Kamika glanced over.

"What? You brought your coat with you?" Kamika's eyebrow perked up.

"Well, yeah, it's winter, silly! Celes made it, it's a custom order, it's kinda like fur, but it's not real fur, so it's soft, and nicely layered, and heavy and-"

Megan trailed off, her eyes landing on a decidedly sardonic look from Kamika. She grimaced.

"I-I mean, I guess it's a little balmy today..." Megan prodded her fingers together.

"Bitch, you don't need that coat. Gimme that." Kamika zipped behind Megan, digging her fingernails into Megan's shoulders to pull the coat down.

"What? H-hey, I'm barely dressed, I'm gonna get a cold, or worse, I'll- ack!"

Her protests fell on deaf ears as Kamika wrested the coat from Megan's shoulders; Megan's tail lashed anxiously behind her as she stumbled forward, her high heels clicking against the sidewalk. She stood, her legs parted to catch her balance.   She tensed up, looking around. She could feel the cold air on her skin, but it didn't seem to phase her. Actually, she felt... a little toasty. Like she was sitting next to a fire with someone she cared about...

"I... I'm fine??" Megan looked down at herself with incredulity. She looked dressed for a sunny day at the beach, not through a grey winter day!

"Succubi have really high body temperatures." Kamika pointed out. "And if you put on too many layers, that heat just builds up with nowhere to go. And not in a sexy way neither."

"...huh?" Megan traced a finger around her exposed naval. "G-gosh, is... is that what's happening to me? Is that's why you always dressed so... so..."

"When you got it, flaunt it, right babe?~" Kamika smirked, slumping Megan's coat upon her shoulders. "It's all about dressing comfortably. Letting your skin breathe, while showing off as much as your beautiful body as you can."

"I... I see..." Megan smiled bashfully. She glanced around towards the surrounding houses. She worried if anyone was watching her, but now... she figured it wasn't so bad.

"Alright, no gawking. We gotta catch a bus into town, right?" Kamika paced by Megan...

Smack.

"Oh!" Megan flinched; Kamika smacked her firmly on the ass as she strode past. She staggered forward, glancing forward with wide, panicked eyes. She caressed her butt with one hand, blushing furiously.

"...C-coming!!"

Megan chased after her. She didn't want to admit aloud that she kind of enjoyed that. It would've been royally embarrassing...

"And hurry it up! The bus is just coming around the corner, I ain't waiting another fifteen minutes for the next one!" Kamika hollered behind her.

"Gah! Hurrying!" Megan broke into a run... or, at least, as good of a run as she could manage in high heels.

"And shake your hips! Imagine you're on a walkway! If you're gonna go anywhere, you need to be drawing—no, commanding everyone's attention!" Kamika barked, gesturing Megan to move it along.

"Aaaah, I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Megan was more concerned about missing the bus; she was thankful that the bus driver was considerate enough to open the doors, but Megan was utterly rattled as soon as she made it to the door. And worse still...

Tsssssss...

She winced, feeling that strange tingly sensation as her body tensed, then released all at once. From her exposed skin, gentle pink smoke wafted from every pore in her body. She exhaled, drinking in the sense of release...

...Before she glanced up again, coming face to face with the glazed over expression of a middle-aged bus driver, utterly entranced.

"Oh no, I did it again..." Megan sighed. Yup, she spotted the hearts in his eyes.

"Ohhh noooo, that's too bad..." Kamika muttered, rolling her eyes. "Look, while you have his attention, just tell him where we need to go."

"Um... I-I can't do that. This is a bus, not a taxi..." Megan shook her head.

"So what? You already dominated his puny little mind. Just tell him to drive this thing Club Alraune."

"Eh? Club Alraune?" Megan blinked in visible confusion.

"Did I stutter?? Just do it! Tell him!" Kamika did a spinning motion with her finger, urging Megan to turn around.

"O-okay, um..." Megan turned back to the driver. "Can you drive us to, to Club Alraune??"

"Anythin' for you, miss~" The driver smiled drunkenly, turning forward. Megan turned back to Kamika and Double Double with a beleaguered smile.

"Tch. You're way too nice about this sort of thing, y'know?" Kamika scoffed, shoving past Megan and heading towards the back of the bus.

"Ah? I-I'm sorry!" Megan apologized more profusely, chasing after her. Double Double took up the rear.

"I hope he's still going to follow all those traffic rules..." Megan muttered to herself, staring to the front of the bus quizzically.

"Don't worry about him. I got something you'll need~" Kamika reached into her pocket.

"Eh? What are you doing- oh!"

Megan's eyes widened as something pressed against her lips. Kamika narrowed her eyes as she studied Megan's expression. She had pulled out a vial of lipstick, and she was carefully applying it across Megan's lips.

Megan held her breath, staring into Kamika's eyes as she struggled to sit still through the surprisingly intimate gesture. Kamika had pressed one of her manicured hands against Megan's thigh, and Megan's heart went in a tizzy over the contact. She inhaled, trying to stifle a moan. Everything was so sensitized lately.

"Kay. Done." Kamika reached for a small makeup mirror and flashed it for Megan. "Not a bad look, huh?"

"...o-oh, my lips..."

Megan turned her head slightly from side to side, cooing over the coating of deep-red lipstick. She smiled, smacking her lips.

"I-I look really pretty!" Megan smiled warmly. "And I feel pretty too! I didn't know you did makeup stuff!"

"...You don't? You know folk are just being polite when they say the au natural look's appealing, right?" Kamika's eyebrow cocked up. "For a scatterbrained idiot like you, you're gonna need all the help you can get on your way to a successful hookup."

"Oh, I'm sorry... w-wait, hold up a second." Megan's eyes widened. "Hookup?"

"Yeah, that's why we're headed to a bar slash dance club." Kamika glanced out the window. "...Wow, the bus driver is not making a single stop. I think we fucked up his entire route. Heheh, freaking sweet."

"Kamika! I'm not ready to go to a bar! I-I barely even drink!" Megan was getting flustered all over again, fidgeting in her seat.

"If you're gonna try to get in S-Tan's good books, you gotta make a good impression fast. Otherwise she'll try and ship you off to the Torture Arts division, and believe me, art students don't get paid for shit." Kamika scoffed, folding her arms as she leaned back into her seat.

"B-but I can't even control my pheromones yet!" Megan blurted. "W-what if I cause a huge panic in town!? I swear, I'm not ready for-"

"God, shut up, you are just so, so wound up, all of the time..." Kamika massaged her temples. "Double Double, you're so sage and wise, help this girl. She won't learn anything if I have to explain everything..."

"With pleasure." Double Double hopped onto his seat across the aisle. "May I suggest some mindfulness meditation?"

"Meditation...?" Megan cocked her head to the side.

"You are a girl burdened with dread of the future. Meditation serves to anchor us to the present. To connect us to our surroundings. To center our emotions, and calming feel out the air around us, and the fog that pervades within us..." Double Double waxed poetic; Megan hung on his every word.

"Ohhh, I don't think I tried that kinda stuff before! I guess I took a yoga class once..." Megan prodded her fingers together.

"Your powers are influenced by your emotions. Control your emotions, and your power may flow as freely as the mist that resides within you." Double Double reassured her. "The goal is to accept yourself, to be attentive to your body's yearnings, and to relax."

"O-okay, I... I can do that." Megan nodded purposefully. "But, um, what do I do, exactly?"

"Well... sit up straight. Let your hands settle into your lap. Focus on your breathing. In and out. Relax." Double Double urged her gently. Megan nodded, turning forward.

Megan turned forward. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. "Hoo... hah..."

"Focus your attention to every part of your body, from your horns to your toes, and your wings and tail too." Double Double coached her along. "Trail those sensations all along your skin."

"I'm trailing... visualizing..." Megan kept her eyes closed. She raised a hand to her heartbeat; it had become steadier.

"I think it's working... I feel a lot calm-ER!"

The bus jerked suddenly, hitting a massive pothole, Megan flinched, trying to grab for anything nearby, but her hand accidentally clutched at the inside of Kamika's thigh.

Their eyes locked; Kamika's eyebrows furrowed in marked confusion.

"...Ohhh, I didn't know you felt like getting frisky in the back of a bus." Kamika uttered in a sultry tone; Megan's cheeks went scarlet red.

"I-if you are distracted, try to return to a calm state!" Double Double urged in Megan's other ear. "Return your focus to her breath."

"I-I'm breathing alright...!" Megan's breath was rather sharp, punctuated, as Kamika leaned in closer, playfully...

Tsssssssss...

Megan grimaced, feeling that tingly sensation all over her body; she knew she'd have to keep working on her self-control...

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