Commission: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 1)

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 1

It was another beautiful day in the town of Crossroads. Humans and demihumans came together in this modest town, coexisting together in relative harmony. Sure, there were issues where differences between the species were emphasized, and perhaps some cultures had an undeserved reputation. There was the particular case of the demonfolk, who often worked in necessary, thankless work due to their decidedly spooky powers. That tended to invite some unfavourable comparisons, and perhaps disdain.

But Megan Skye kept an open mind on such matters. She even got to know some demons at work, and they were all great folk! But that was just the way she was; open, accepting, earnest, and basically a paragon of goodness.

Megan Skye was a well-mannered young human woman, eager to please, and exceptionally diligent at that. She enjoyed a modest but enriching life; she was civically engaged, she tried to make friends every day, and she always maintained an optimistic view on life. She needed it to get through the number of odd jobs she worked every day, but she relished the opportunity to involve herself in her community.

Not to mention that maintaining a habitat for her pet octopus Plucky was expensive in its own right. Megan could cut a few luxuries from her own life, but she was responsible for Plucky, after all. It was the responsibility of guardians to dote on their kids.

Megan had a lot of expenses to cover lately. Crossroads was going through a decidedly brisk winter, and her heating bill was spiking. Megan had been attempting to leverage some of her existing experiences towards a better paying job, but part of her dreaded the prospect of change. She was a flexible woman, sure, but she also liked the tranquility of routine.

Part of that routine was checking the mail before she made her rounds. Bundled up tightly, she flipped through envelope after envelope.

"Bill, bill, ad, bill, brochure... ooh, a coupon!" Megan's eyes lit up, pocketing the coupon. She thought about treating herself later...

Her eyes landed on a curious ad. She squinted, looking it over a second time.

LOOKING FOR AN EXCITING NEW JOB OPPORTUNITY?

MAKE NEW FRIENDS! REFRESH YOUR BODY, MIND AND SOUL!

VISIT NEW PLACES! PERHAPS FIND NEW LOVE?

CONTACT US AT 666-1713 AND SIGN UP TODAY!

LUCY FOSTER'S SETTLEMENT SERVICES

Megan marvelled at the design of the card. It had a cute mascot character on the front that resembled a... a goat? And the card was hot pink and black. Megan turned it over in her hands a couple times; she was interested in finding new work.

"Well, curiosity never hurt anyone. I don't see a website here though." Her mouth flattened as she studied it a little closer. "Guess I'll just give them a call, see what's up..."

She pulled out her cell, dialing the number. She held it to her ear, listening for the ringtone. Beeeeep. Beeeeeep.

SCREEEEEBRNERLEBHRE!!

The resulting high-pitch screeching was so blaring and loud! Megan winced, jerking her head back. She stared at her phone.

"Dang, did I file a... some kind of fax machine? People still use those??" Megan rubbed her head, wincing in pain. She wasn't expecting something like that; now she was starting her morning with a headache.

She groaned, throwing the mail stack indoors. She'd catch up on her bills after work. It was still morning, and Megan had a lot to do today.

At the very least, Megan knew her routine well enough to catch the bus on time. It was pretty crammed, as per usual, but Megan didn't mind standing up; it meant that someone who needed it more would grab a seat instead. She hummed quietly to herself, gazing through a window, watching the buildings of Crossroads pass her by.

For whatever reason, this business trip seemed a bit more obtuse; she had a difficult time keeping her balance. Maybe the lights were a touch too bright, but she was nursing a headache from the abrupt sound prior. It was steady, yet insistent. She tried to lean against the railing to steady herself, but it was awkward; her backside was strangely sore as well. She wondered if she slept on herself in an awkward manner...

"...?"

She had a weird feeling. She casually looked around the bus' interior. More than a couple people were staring in her general direction, though a few weren't as discreet, pretending to look away when Megan noticed. She blinked quietly.

Megan tried to keep to her own devices just to be polite, but she wasn't used to being stared at. She wiped away a bead of sweat from her forehead; was it stuffy in here, or was she just nervous? Maybe it was both...

She listened for the automated voice announcing the trip.

"Now arriving at—BUSKEN—and—CASTLEWALL. BUSKEN—and—CASTLEWALL."

Yeah, that's close enough. Maybe a brisk walk to the rest of the store would be fine. Cool herself down a bit. She hurried off at the next stop and opted to walk the last couple of blocks to work.

Store of the Flies was a decidedly large scale warehouse-style grocery story, offering massive deals at economic prices. While the name inspired something of an unfair reputation—like having merchandise one could considered well-past fresh—they were largely bogus narratives concocted by competing chains, and the flyfolk that owned the store were committed to their engagement with the overall community. Megan was glad she could help out over there, and they had always been good to her, working to accommodate for her schedule.

She took a moment to switch into her uniform, stepping out of the washroom in a green apron and a matching cap. She mentally prepared herself for another long-shift of entry-level drudgery. Megan was very good at keeping her morale up in the face of drudgery.

"HELLOOOOO! Megan, I heard the big news! You must be so excited!~"

Megan froze as she was immediately accosted by a female demon! Her skin was a deep, scarlet shade of red, and her eyes dark like black holes; though the darkness in her eyes did nothing to obscure the radiance of her smile, and the playful wagging of her heart-shaped devil's tail. She was garbed in the same corporate-mandated getup as Megan, though perhaps her fit was a bit more... skimpy.

Her name tag read "Satan", but everyone called her S-Tan. At least that's what she insisted on.

"S... S-Tan?" Megan smiled politely. S-Tan was a new hire in the company, and as far as Megan was aware, she hustled quite a lot herself to make end's meet. This technically made Megan her mentor of sorts, but she was terribly bashful about this sort of thing, second-guessing herself a lot. So she hadn't gotten to know S-Tan quite as well as she ought to.

Megan tilted her head with an encouraging smile. "Did you get a new gig with that whole idol thingy?"

"Ah, still working at it!~" S-Tan smiled warmly. "No no, this is about my other side hustle! I just wanted to say, I'm so glad we're gonna get the chance to keep working together more!~"

"Eh? They're moving you to the day shift?" Megan tilted her head. S-Tan shook her head, wrapping her shoulder around Megan.

"Nah nah, nothing like that. It was you who called my fax, right?" S-Tan nudged Megan a little more eagerly; Megan paused, trying to recall.

"Well, I did call a fax, but... wait, that was you?" Megan blinked.

"Yeah!! Gotta tell ya, those guys have been swamped, and it's been so hard to find good help, believe me." S-Tan sighed. "So I put in a good word with you to the big boss aaaaand... you're hired!" S-Tan cheered!

"W-wow, really? That's great!" Megan exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "...Hired for what?"

"Ah, well, it depends on the client, y'know? Services tend to get personalized, so, um, yeah..." S-Tan cocked her head to the side with a reassuring smile. "Listen, I'll talk with you later, we just gotta prepare a care package for you first and-"

"W-wait, there's no, um, interview or anything?" Megan's mouth flattened. She scratched her head. "I-I just called the number out of curiosity, I dunno what I'm even-"

"Meg, Meg, listen, babe, you're the hardest working gal I know, and openings close up fast, y'know? This is a big opportunity!" S-Tan beamed.

"I-I dunno about this, I don't even know what the job entails, um..." Megan was really under pressure now, and S-Tan leaning in this close was just a little bit tense. Still, Megan tried to force a polite smile.

"Listen, listen, lemme throw together a care package for ya, and it'll have everything you need to know, okiday?~" S-Tan beamed, patting Megan's shoulder. "Have fun at work, okayyyy??"

"Um... okay." Megan smiled a beleaguered smile. She wasn't entirely sure what she was agreeing to, but... these things just kind of work out on their own. She stood there, astonished as S-Tan skipped along into the manager's office.

Megan casually tugged at her collar. She felt a little hot—but she shrugged it off from just being flustered by S-Tan's eccentricities. She hurried to the main floor, getting to work.

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Megan kept trying to settle into a routine, darting from aisle to aisle to handle her restocking duties. She didn't expect many customers in the morning, so she could buckle down and focus on getting everything sorted.

...At least, that's how it was supposed to be. But she felt strangely itchy. And hot, somewhat feverish. She kept wiping sweat from her brow.

"Jeez, when'd I get so out of shape... did they turn up the heat today?" Megan muttered to herself, brushing back some of her long white hair. She reached for the cans of tomatoes, lining them up carefully.

"Uh, scuz me, miss?"

Megan jerked her head up, bouncing to her feet perhaps a little too eagerly. She smiled her best customer-service smile. "Y-yes?"

"I was wondering where you kept the coconut milk..." The customer muttered. He was one of the few that showed up earlier to beat the night rush; he was somewhat lanky and frail-looking, though the thick winter-jacket he wore had some heft to it.

"O-oh, it's in the international section, lemme show you!" Megan gestured for him to follow along, down and across a few aisles. She tried to put the tingling sensations coursing through her body towards the back of her mind.

Megan gestured to the shelves boasting the cans with a nod. "Here ya go! Lemme know if you need anything else!~" Megan started to turn, trying to get back to her regular routine...

"I need you."

A voice droned behind her. Megan paused in her tracks, glancing behind her. He seemed zonked out, staring directly through her. He shuffled forward like a zombie, moaning happily.

Megan grimaced, not liking the look he was giving her. A sharp pulse gripped her body, the tingling coalescing in her nether regions; her breath went sharp as her body flushed in a yet more intense heat, and that splitting headache reared its ugly head.

She winced, clutching her head.

"I-I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that, okay??" Megan chuckled nervously. "OkaygottagoBYE!"

She scampered out of the aisle, disappearing around the corner. She held her hand to her forehead.

"G-goodness, am I coming down with a fever?? So quickly, I... I-I gotta get home and rest, but..."

She frowned to herself, worried about upsetting her manager or putting him out. Still, she was falling to pieces as it was. Steeling herself, she hurried to the second floor, where her manager's office overlooked the line of cashes.

"Hey, Eddie? Sir?" Megan exclaimed. "I-I'm so sorry, I-I'm coming down with a bad fever, I-I think I gotta go..."

Tssssss...

"...go... home early... huh?"

Megan cocked her head around. She heard a strange hissing sound, and it was close. Her body's tingling seemed to ramp up more, but she didn't put the two together yet. She looked to Eddie the manager, who swivvelled over to face her, away from his computer.

"Eh? ...Oh, jeez, you're bright red! Y'got a fever??" Eddy blinked. "Y-yeah, don't worry, I'll slot in S-Tan, you go and... and... uhhhhhhh..."

As Eddie trailed off, his eyes glazed over. Megan staggered back; he had the same look in his eyes as the leery customer down below!

Tssss...

The longer Megan stayed there, the more the room seemed to fill with some kind of... strange pink haze. It was thick and wispy, and it smelled musky... Megan gasped, covering her mouth and coughing.

"Do you need anything Megan...?" Eddy droned, his eyes flashing strange pink patterns. "You know I would do anything for you..."

"S-sir, what is this stuff? Y-you should open a window!" Megan blurted, waving the air in front of her face.

"Yes... anything for you..." He droned, turning his back to Megan, his movements decidedly slow, zombielike. Megan noted how strangely Eddy was acting...

"O-oh gosh, I didn't give you my fever, did I??" Megan blurted, swallowing back her anxiety. "I-I should go, I need to... nn, I need to go home!"

Megan made for her locker, scrambling to grab her things. She didn't bother changing her clothes, she just threw on her coat and made for the stairs. She brushed by S-Tan on her way out of the staff lounge.

"See you later, Megs!~" S-Tan waved, clutching a mop close to her chest. "I'll make sure the guys don't get into any trouble!~"

"Thanks! Really appreciate it!" Megan waved, hurrying for the stairs...

Oomph!  She bumped into the customer at the bottom of the stairs once again. She glanced up, noting that he had the same zonked-out look in his eyes as Eddy!

"U-um-" Megan shuffled around him, making her way to the exit.

"Megan..." He droned, shuffling slowly in her general direction, following the trail of pink haze that seemed to follow Megan wherever she went; she left wafting clouds behind her in a trail as she hurried away.

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While Megan was known for dutifully waking up first thing in the morning, her slovenly neighbour Kamika was content to sleep until noon most days. It's not like she had a day job to worry about; she was too busy coming up with a myriad of get-rich-quick schemes, plans for taking over the city, and generally indulging herself at the expense of others.

Kamika was a succubus. Granted, she wasn't a particularly good succubus, but hey, it was a living.

Of course, if you wanted to get anywhere in life, you had to work for it. Break a sweat every now and then. And with Kamika's plans, she relied heavily on her pheromones to get things done.

She hustled in front of her television, performing exercises and stretches in rapid succession, pumping herself up as a pair of yoga pants clung to her hips. She huffed and groaned, pain splitting through every aching muscle of her body.

"Okay, stretch your legs like this... yeah, I know, it's gonna hurt like a bitch until the muscles tear, but bear with me, okay? You can swear, I won't tell anyone."

A purple-skinned demon on the TV coached Kamika through her exercises in a droning monotone; Kamika squinted, trying to get aaaaaaall the way to the floor..

"Ffffuuuuuuck...." She brushed her forehead with a rag, trying to get through the rest of the exercise. As Kamika went through the rounds, her roommates—a gaggle of pint-size gargoyles—gawked at her from the soda.

"Man, reluctant exercise videos were a million idea, huh Toil?" One muttered.

"Yeah Trouble. Wish we thoughta that." The other grimaced, rubbing the back of his head. "We could just pay other succubi to sweat for us."

"Though I guess they don't gotta pull out all the stops like this." He shrugged. "Ain't that painful, mistress?"

"GEE. YA THINK?" She hissed through grinding teeth. She swayed back and forth. "GODDDDD I'M GONNA BE FEELING THIS ALL WEEK!!"

"Do not be discouraged, my mistress!" A third gargoyle in a ninja garb hurried from the kitchen. "Another seven sessions of this, and you'll have enough for your potion ready!"

"Tchhh... thanks for the vote of confidence, Double Double." She growled. "Stupid inferior genes, getting stuck with pussy-whipped pheromones... I don't need the other succubi laughing at me over this."

"H-hey, that shit's hereditary, right? It ain't your fault!" Toil piped in with a reassuring grin.

"Yeah, you're like, super clever too! It don't let you stop you none!" Trouble added with a cheer.

"...Heh. Yeah. Just need to... make this work, and... huh?"

Kamika glanced to the towel she was using to wipe beads of sweat off her body. It should've been stained pink—the same colour as her pheromones—and then she could've squeezed that into a pot to do some chemistry thingamabobs to prepare a concentrated dose or two. But it wasn't pink at all. It was just damp, and still white.

"...The hell?" Kamika blinked. "I've been sweating like a stuffed pig today, where's the pink stuff? Pheromones come from the same place as sweat, right!?"

Kamika's hand trembled as she looked over her cloth.

"Mm, maybe your pores are clogged?" Trouble suggested.

"Yeah, y'gotta get some proper skin care going, with like, a loofah or some such."

"Perhaps it would be a good idea to replay this exercise video?" Double Double suggested carefully. Kamika was in the midst of grinding her teeth, her demonic tail lashing furiously.

"NOT AFTER WHAT I JUST DID! UGH!" Kamika growled, tossing the towel aside. "First of all, I'm gonna write a strongly-worded email to this bitch that her exercises don't work for shit! Then, I'm gonna start jogging around the block and work up a sweat that way! That'll do the trick!"

"Eh? Y'sure? It's pretty chilly out today..." Toil rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'll be fine!" Kamika snapped, stomping to her room to get started on that letter. "I'm definitely getting a refund for this garbage video!"

Her tail whipped behind her irately as she exited the living room. The gargoyles turned to each other with confused looks.

"Did you two notice anything different about the Mistress...?" Double Double whispered to the pair. He had always been the more observant of the two, but he wanted to at least verify what he might've saw.

"Uhh... is it her time of the month?" Toil muttered.

"Oh! She's pregnant!" Trouble raised a pointed finger.

"...n, no." Double Double. He raised a hand to his forehead as if to motion carefully. "It's just... her horns were... and I didn't see her..."

Double wondered, glancing to the towel that Kamika cast aside.

"...I wonder..." He mumbled to himself, rubbing his chin.

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