Commission: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 2)

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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Part 2

Megan was rather in a tizzy after the incident at work and hurried out on the streets. Her frantic pace steadied into a purposeful walk. She was calming down now, and that pervasive hissing that had followed her through the store had ebbed away.

She raised the back of her palm to her head. She grimaced to herself. Was she coming down with a fever? She felt rather clammy and sweaty. A myriad of possible explanations for her symptoms rushed through her rattled mind...

...But mercifully, the bus home pulled up to the curb, interrupting her train of thought. She scanned her pass and hurried to an empty spot near the middle. She placed her hands in her lap, trying to catch her breath for a bit.

She released a heavy, shuddering breath. She felt so weird. The day had only just begun, but she was so tired. She shivered as if she were freezing, yet she could feel her body flushed hot. A tingly sensation pervaded her entire body, like the faintest sparks of electricity. She crossed her legs, biting her lip.

"Mmnh..." She grunted, hugging herself. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, this vague sense of something welling up within her. She tapped her foot quickly, impatiently; she repeatedly glanced up towards an electronic display, listing the current display of the bus. It wasn't a long trip home, and it travelled towards the suburbs, but she needed to get home in a hurry.

Cough cough. A housewife sitting near the front cleared her throat, settling into her book; Megan flinched, jerking her head up. When did she get here? They made a couple of stops along the way, but Megan hadn't been terribly observant to the people getting on and off.

She stared for a spell. Before long, she sighed to herself, slumping back. She chided herself, she should be more relaxed. She wasn't sure what she was so wound up about. That business at the store was strange, but that strangeness was behind her. She had to relax...

The bus doors squeaked open again. An older man climbed aboard, walking down the aisle.

Megan blinked as he sat down right next to her. While there were a slew of other open, available seats. Megan was given brief pause, but she opted to make a sporting attempt to be polite.

"Um, hi! N, nice weather, isn't it?" Megan beamed.

"Yes... weather... nice..." The old man slurred in a strange lilt, his eyes locked onto Megan's body. Unblinking, almost hollow. His jaw was agape.

"...s, sir?" Megan waved her hand in front of his face, seeing if she got a response. There was none. "Are you okay? You look... out of it..."

"Yes... now that I am with you..." The old man leaned closer expectantly for a kiss. Megan could smell the old man smell on him; it smelled vaguely like lozenges.

"U-um, o-okay, pump the brakes! I don't know your name??" Megan waved her hands, trying to make some space between her and the man. "S-so, um... o-oh, I think this is my stop, I should go-"

Megan rose from her seat to get off of the bus, her hand brushing for the "stop" button to signal the driver. She wasn't sure if it actually was her stop, but she felt that creeping sense of dread, the way the old man was looking at her; it had the same unsettling vibe she had at the grocery store...

But as Megan tried to back away from the old man, who had slowly moved to follow her, she had bumped into another man—a seedy-looking adolescent that had made himself comfortable towards the back of the bus. She flinched, jerking her head behind her; he had that same glazed look in his eyes, and his hands were placed firmly on her shoulders.

"This guy... giving you trouble... mistress?" The young man murmured.

"Mistress!?" Megan blurted. She was astonished, and starting to panic. She could feel all eyes on the bus staring squarely at her with those blank, listless expressions.The air was heavy... misty, there was this heavy musky smell...

Tssss...

Megan's face went pale. The tingling that pervaded her body had returned with a vengeance, and this time she could feel it. She could feel every pore in her body opening, exhaling as readily and as naturally as her own lungs. The entire bus interior was clouded with pink, as if a pale colour filter had been dropped over her eyes.

She struggled meekly in the hooligan's grip, grunting; she was short of breath, her head beating rapidly. She winced as panic washed over her, exasperated by a dull headache. There were maybe half a dozen other people on the bus, not including the bus driver or Megan herself, and they were all rising from their seats, converging on Megan. As if hanging on her every breath.

Megan was terrified. They looked like zombies. She wanted to wrestle free, run away, but she was trapped! Her emotions reached critical levels, and those weren't helping her overtaxed body as the electric sensations tickled her skin. She exhaled sharply, watching as the pink mist that flowed freely from her pores reacted to her breath in elegant swirls.

CRUNCH!!

Oh, speaking of the bus driver. It seems he got zonked the fuck out by whatever Megan was producing as well. The entire bus jerked to a halt, the cabin tilting sharply to the right; Megan tumbled out of the hooligan's grasp, grunting in pain as she landed against the bus doors. She gasped, her hands scrambling around for something to grip as she staggered to her feet.

She looked out the nearest window with an expression of astonishment. It appeared that the bus had crashed into a ditch by the road; the occupants were a little rattled, but relatively unharmed... aside from the spell they remained under with regards to the pink haze.

Megan's trembling hand reached for an emergency handle by the bus door and, with a kchunk, she wrested it open. She didn't look back as she made a mad dash away from the bus, down the road and towards the suburbs.

"Hagh... hagh... hnn..."

She stumbled as she clambered from the ditch. Her headache was worsening. This was getting to be a pain, but she had to get home. She needed to find her bearings...

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Megan ran as quickly as her legs could take her, intimately aware that people were staring at her, maybe out of curiosity, perhaps due to the pink haze that followed her wake. But there were fewer people running about, and before long, she was fumbling to unlock her front door.

She rushed in, slamming the door behind her. She glanced through the window, checking to see if anyone was following her home, transfixed by the mist. She didn't even know what it was.

"...Hah... all clear." She muttered to herself. She staggered to the kitchen, tugging at her shirt. She was absolutely boiling, and she needed a cold drink to cool her nerves. But she was in a hurry—tap water would do.

She pounded back one glass full. And then another. Then a couple sips of a third one, before she let out one last haggard sigh. She winced, raising her hand to her forehead. The headache she had was getting worse, the pain sharpening.

She took the glass of water to her bedroom, before hurrying to the bathroom. She made a point of pounding back a couple of pills for her headache; she figured it would be a bit until it took effect.

"Nn-" Megan grimaced, rubbing her head as a particularly sharp spike in pain coalesced in her temples. This was utterly miserable.

She shuddered, a myriad of sensations spiking all around her body. Megan grimaced, her hands quickly moving to tear her clothes off down to her undergarments, tossing them to the floor to expose herself, leaving nothing but her basic white undergarments. She was burning up, and she wanted to lie in the cool sheets against her skin. Her skin tingled with electric energy. She squinted, looking to her arm, staring to see if the pink haze would reemerge.

It did not.

"Mrgh... am I hallucinating?" Megan grimaced. She hobbled off to her bedroom. A blinking red light on her bed stand got her attention; someone must've called her earlier, because her message recorder had taken a couple of missed calls. Her hand hovered over the play button...

...But decided to put it off for now. She was feeling awful, she just wanted to lie down and rest. Though she wondered how she would even be able to sleep through her sickness.

She flopped face-first against the bed with a groan, pulling the cool pillow against her head. She rubbed her body against the blankets, trying to find some reprieve from the heat that was rapidly overcoming her body. She buried her face into the soft pillow, trying to block out the rest of the world and force herself to rest.

She grit her teeth, trying to ignore the tingling sensations that trickled all around her body. Megan was getting increasingly aware of the concentrations of sensations. She swore she could feel her pores widen on their own, tingling and feeling something flow out on their own.

Tssssss...

"It's all in my head... just go to sleep..." Megan muttered to herself, trying to put the sound of that familiar hissing towards the back of her own. Trying to ignore the smell, and the heaviness of the air. She kicked her legs indignantly.   Megan twisted and turned in her bed. She hated the directionlessness of the electric energy coursing through her body. She wished it could go away; it felt like there was a colony of mites crawling over her body...

"Ahn... haah..."

The energy coalesced around her waist, caressing her ass and electrifying the sensitive region around and within her crotch. She gyrated her hips, arching her back as she raised her butt towards the ceiling. Her body seemed to move as if possessed as she wiggled her butt, almost as if she were presenting herself.

Overwhelmed by her sensitized nether regions, she was oblivious to the sound of bones creaking and snapping as her hips widened on their own. The energy collected at a single point just at the bottom of her spine; her skin tented to a point, as if something was attempting to burrow through... but it resisted in a way.

Megan, unsure of what was happening to her, thrust her ass behind her, rotating her hips. The tension was unbearable, and her skin was stretched taut, and she just wanted the sensation to pass, and...

She screamed, feeling something tear through her skin. It was long, narrow, it wriggled like a worm. It continued to wriggle, flailing behind her. Megan wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes onto her pillow, gritting her teeth to look behind her.

Her eyes bugged out. It was a tail, a thin, black, leathery tail with... it looked like a spade at the end? It was thrashing around so radically.

"Was my ass always that big...?" Megan grimaced. "W-wait, no, why do I have a tail!?"

She could feel it as it grew rapidly to a length of three feet, lashing around the bed and slicing through the pink, haze fog that clouded her bedroom...

Click. It slammed against the play button on the voice machine. A beep coincided, and a familiar voice rang out. Megan tensed up, feeling her body beginning to hit up again all at once...

"Hiiiiii!~ It's S-Tan! Y'know, from work?" A cheery voice rang out. "I'm on break, so I just wanted to say that I'm really looking forward to working with you!~"

"Ah... eh..." Megan gasped, trying to reach behind her to grab for the tail. "It... it's way too early to be going on break, it's not even noon..."

Of course, Megan had other things to take issue with, but for some reason, that specifically was what came to mind. S-Tan prattled on, unable to hear Megan's remarks.

"I'm just calling to say that I really appreciate you helping me out here! Succubus Escort Services was really undermanned lately, lots of competition with the pornography companies, y'know?"

"W...w-what?? S-succubus??" Megan's eyes widened.

"I see a lot of potential in you, Megs! You're already getting a handle on those pheromones~" S-Tan's bubbly, encouraging message went on uninterrupted.

"P... pheromones?" Megan uttered. She tried to recall the term, but her mind was frazzled. She had heard her neighbour, Kamika, talking about that sort of stuff a lot...

"Right now your body's just pumping out that pink stuff, I don't see a lot of demons who can pull that off so effortlessly! But I'm sure you'll use it wisely, you got a good head on your shoulders~"

As S-Tan said those cheerful words, Megan hunched over; she felt like her head was about to split in half.

"Nn..." The pressure in her head spiked to a sharp crescendo. She buried her head into her pillow, pain building in two spots on her forehead. It felt like something was burrowing through her skull, trying to wrest its way free, and with every heartbeat she could feel it pushing, pushing...

RIIIIIIP!

Megan's jaw dropped. She heard the pillow's fabric tearing as two pointed, bony protrusions grew from her forehead, arcing elegantly into curves. Their ivory, pointed tips pierced straight through her clutched pillows, slipping through her fingers that attempted to grasp the pillow. They were huge, wide at the base, and sharp at the tip too! Her anxious hands clumsily felt the tips; they were bone, simply bone.

"So what I was thinking was, we set you on a six-month internship, see how it works out, really let you stretch your wings..."

"Aghn!" Megan arched her back as her entire body spasmed suddenly. She felt something tearing from the skin just above her shoulder blades, like a pair of knives spearing through her skin. The fluttering and flapping of leather and the rush of wind provided a breeze to her skin, a brief reprieve from the intense heat she was experiencing at that moment.

She peeked out from her pillow; a pair of wings sprouted from her back: leathery, silvery, and with a reach of maybe four feet? They flexed through spindly limbs; they reminded her of a bat's wings.

She was mortified. It was doubly surreal, considering she could feel them. Every twitch, every little breeze... she could feel the sun's heat on them as they crept through the windows. She raised her head to get a better look, getting on her knees, but the pillow she rested on ascended with her, her enormous horns simply piercing through like a fork! She raised her hands above her head, not sure where to even begin!

"I wanna get you started right away! As early as tomorrow! You think you could swing that for me? Call me baaaaaack! You already have my card so, buh byeeeee!~"

The phone clicked off as Megan was left to the myriad of insane things that were occurring around her. She had grown a tail, wings, horns. She wanted to find a mirror to look at herself, but her anxiety was spiking...

Tsssssss...

...Which wasn't helping with her pheromone production. She hacked on her own emissions, flailing her tail, flexing her wings, all of those alien sensations coming together as she scrambled to make sense of everything!

Her wings flapped powerfully behind her and, with each motion, her body lifted higher and higher.

"U-uwah!?" She kicked her legs, her arms scrambling forward to grab the blanket. She hardly felt in control of her own body anymore; the view of the room shifted as she was pulled off her feet, and towards the ceiling. With her head hung lower, she jerked the pillow off of her head, feathers spilling to her sheets below as she looked downwards anxiously.

Clunk! Her horns punctured the popcorn-texture ceiling above her with one final, sharp, swooping ascent; she had made the poor decision of jerking her head up at the wrong time, and now she was stuck in place. She kicked her legs more insistently, trying to pull herself free.

"Grgh! C-c'mon, you stupid... ergh, hrrgh, GRGH!" She shifted her entire body as one to try and wrest herself from the ceiling, feeling a bit too much like a plug in a socket.

Her body slid out as one of her horns gave out, and her body jerked limply. A look of dread crossed Megan's face. The thought crossed her mind that she could use her wings to catch her fall...

Except she couldn't. How did her wings even work? Her mind rushed to come up with an even remotely elegant solution-

Kchunk. The other horn gave and Megan began to fall.

"Ack!" She braced herself for impact, first hitting the bed's mattress, catching some sick air as she kicked up some feathers in the process, before collapsing to the carpeted floor, head first. She hit the ground with a dull thud, mercifully protecting her head as she sprawled along the floor.

"Oghh..." She groaned, stirring on the ground; her tail writhed slowly behind her, and her wings fanned out to tent her. Her eyelids fluttered as the intense heat dissipated. Exhaustion was washing over her rapidly.

"What... what is happening to me..." Megan muttered, curling into a ball; her chest felt strangely hot and heavy, but she was so tired, so exhausted, and her head was killing her. She was tough enough to shrug off a bad fall, but this one took the wind right out of her. She scrunched her toes and relaxed them as she lowered her head.

She wanted to stay away, get to the bottom of this succubus business. She had so many questions going through her beleaguered mind: what was happening to her? Why was S-Tan so interested in her? What was she even supposed to do? Where was she even supposed to go?

Just thinking about these things exhausted her, and she felt more tired than she had ever been. Her head gently thudded to the ground as she passed out on the spot.

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