Commission: Switching Succubi (Part 2)

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Summary: Kamika the succubus performs a terrible ritual, switching her body with that of Leila the lamia. The soft-spoken Leila grapples with her new legs and curvy proportions and must find a way to set things right.

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Switching Succubi

Part 2

"A... a succubus?" Leila gulped. She had an utterly dreadful look on her face, but she was calming down in a hurry; having a name for what she had become at least gave her some semblance of control.

"Y-yeah, but... h, how could this happen?" Celes was at a loss for words, sitting at the side of the bed. "You were fine last night, and now, all of a sudden..."

"Th-this isn't too much for you, is it Celes?" Leila held her hands to her chest. "I-it's just, gosh, these wings, I... they're so creepy."

"What? No! No, Leila, this is..." Celes scootched to Leila's side, closing the gap between them. "This is... this is okay. N-no matter what, skin or scales, you're my Leila, okay?" Celes reached out to caress her cheek. Leila's eyes lowered to look at Celes' outreached palm, a complicated smile rising to her face.

"...And besides that, Leila... I-I'd be quite a hypocrite. This oozy stuff probably isn't a walk in the park for you." Celes tried to ease her worries. "We still got each other. We always will, okay?"

"...thank you, Celes, that... that does make me feel better." Leila nodded, bringing her legs to her chest. "But... but what're we gonna do? I'm not gonna fit any of my stockings anymore and-"

"You can borrow some things from me for now." Celes nodded. "They might be a bit of a looser fit for you, but... but I got some safety pins to tuck things in a bit better."

"...Yeah, that's... well. I guess I'm lucky to have a seamstress at my side." Leila looked to her wardrobe standing across from her. "Gosh, I might have to... refit my entire wardrobe, and..."

"D-don't get so glum about it, okay?" Celes reached forward, taking her hands. "You and me, we're gonna get to the bottom of this."

"...wha? W-we are?" Leila blinked. "But... how?"

"I-I dunno, it's just... weird!" Celes blurted. "People don't just... turn into demons overnight out of nowhere! And as succubi go, ah... ehm? Hrm..."  Celes rubbed her chin. Her eyes narrowed, scowling as an idea occurred to her.

"There's only one succubus in Crossroads that would go messing with innocent girls. Kamika Malagic." Celes uttered that name with decided venom.

"Ah!" Leila gasped, covering her mouth. "Her again? Why?"

"She's a psychopath, I guess!" Celes raised her arms above her head in exasperation. "She tried to get me with a half dozen cupcakes with her stupid pheromones as part of the recipe! Disgusting!"

"Oh, goodness, I remember that. Ugh." Leila shook her head. "And they gave you quite the case of the... the tinglies, I think you said."

"Goddess, did I really say that?? I must've been super out of it... waaaaah..." Celes rubbed her head in agony.

"A-at least you still had your head." Leila prodded her fingers together. "She... always complained about her 'weak pheromones' not working on anyone. M-maybe that's why she wanted me to... ah..."

Leila grimaced and trailed off. Celes looked up with a look of astonishment.

"She... she went after you too, Leila?" Celes muttered in a hushed tone.

"Y-yes, she... she kidnapped me, a-and made me perform in front of a crowd in order to... to hypnotize them into listening to her! W-with my special eyes, I..." Leila hugged herself. "I-it was one of the worst experiences of my life, I... I would never want to do that to anyone! Never intentionally, I, I..."

"Sh, sh, Leila, it's okay, let's just... c'mere."   Celes leaned over to hug Leila; she reciprocated in turn, trying to stifle her sobs. The two simply held each other like this for a long spell, Celes gently rubbing Leila's back. Leila's sobbing quieted with each passing minute, until she went silent.

"Listen, Leila." Celes spoke quietly, reassuringly. "We'll go for a walk. It's nice outside today, we have some time to... to cool our heads. And when we're ready... we'll go pay Kamika a visit, okay?"

"...but I... I can't, I... my tail, it's..." Leila was still a little choked up.

"You have legs now, right? They aren't so hard to use, but... everyone needs to learn to walk one day, I guess." Celes' eyes drifted to the bedrest.

"I... I don't know how, I... I can't-"

"We'll figure it out together. A-and if you lose your balance, you can lean on me, okay?" Celes smiled warmly, patting Leila's shoulder. "You won't know until you try."

"...yes. Yes, you're right, I..." Leila took a deep breath, rising to her feet. "I can do this. I can- whoa whoa wHOA!"

As soon as Leila got on her feet, she was already losing her balance, flailing her arms back and forth, her entire body rocking. She teetered forward precariously, about to land square on her face...

"Ah! Easy there!"

Two purple tendrils from Celes' head—her 'hair'—lashed out to quickly snake around Leila's shoulders. It was enough to stop Leila's fall; her body hovered in a strange forty-five degree angle. The world seemed very tilted for that moment as Leila's eyes went huge.

"Awawa... th-thank you, Celes. Good save." Leila chuckled nervously.

"Anytime." Celes reached out with her hands, her arms extending bonelessly to close the gap, and grabbed Leila's waist, firmly but gently. As she rose to her feet and joined Leila, the tendrils around Leila's shoulders tightened.

"We'll go on a walk together, okay?" Celes hugged Leila from behind; her head drifted forward, her neck elongating slightly in a strange, serpentine way; Celes wrapped it around Leila's neck like a scarf and lowered her head on her soft-spoken partner's shoulder, so her cheek would rub against Leila's. She spoke quietly, for Leila's nerves.

"O-okay... I never had to... learn to walk." Leila blushed; her cheeks gave off a radiant heat. "A-and I still can't control the weird pink mist, it's-"

"I got your spray bottle too." A third tendril sprouting from Celes swiveled in front of Leila, playfully bobbing a spray bottle of water. "Just in case."

"Whew... okay. Guess you really did think of everything." Leila smiled bashfully, her hands raising to squeeze the pair of tendrils on her shoulders.

"Mmhm. I should make a quick phone call before we go..."

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CRASH!

"Crap, again!? Gaaah, this tail is so damn twitchy!" Kamika shouted, turning back to the aftermath of yet another shattered chair left in the wake of her enormous snake tail.

"Mistress? Are you, perhaps, having difficulties adjusting to the tail?" Double Double asked cautiously. "If you would permit my opinion, I feel as if you should use more subtle motions instead of-"

"Shaddup! I can control this thing! It's not my fault this tail handles like a shopping cart!" Kamika shouted, her face turning red with rage.

SMASH! Another chair down, reduced to splinters. Toil and Trouble looked on in dread.

"Welp. Guess we're eatin' on the floor tonight." Trouble muttered disdainfully.

"Whaddya mean? We always eat on the floor!" Toil turned to his bud, an eyebrow raised quizzically.

"If this keeps up, the house will be a mess..." Double Double muttered to himself. "...Well, the house was already a mess, so... more of a mess."

DING DONG! The doorbell rang emphatically.

"Ohhhh as if this could get any worse..." Kamika buried her hands in her palms. "If it's another damn bible-thumping preacher, shove a pitchfork where the sun don't shine and tell them to get lost!"

"Could be the pizza Trouble ordered!" Toil stood at attention, scurrying to grab the door.

"Pizza? I didn't order no pizza! What kinda dough do you think I got!?" Trouble shouted.

"Thick crust, hopefully. The thin crust would freeze in seconds durin' a Crossroads winter." Toil chuckled, jumping for the doorknob.

"Yeah yeah, whaddya want?" Toil muttered with marked contempt; his unfriendly greeting was met head on with an absolutely radiant smile.

"Heya! Wonderful weather we're having today, huh?" A friendly, excitable girl waved cheerily with a free hand while clutching a broom and dust pan with the other. Her long, white hair was almost as bright as her smile.

"Oh. It's you." Toil's eyebrow perked up. He turned his hand and cupped his mouth. "OI! MISTRESS! IT'S THAT MOLLY CHICK FROM NEXT DOOR!"

"It's Megan, actually! Megan Skye?" She cocked her head to the side with that unfaltering smile. "It's okay Toil, you'll remember it eventually!"

Megan's unflappable optimism elicited a loud groan from Kamika. Megan's eyebrows furrowed with concern; she leaned to the other side.

"Kamika? Are you okay? I heard a lot of crashing noises over here." Megan wondered aloud. "I brought some cleaning supplies, in case you need a hand!"

"NO I DON'T NEED A- ...well, actually..."   Kamika's tune changed in a hurry. She chuckled evilly to herself, subtle menace underscoring her voice.

"Come in, Megan. I do have something you can help me with~" Kamika called from within, beckoning Megan inside.

"Hehe! You're in a good mood today! Anything interesting happen to you today?" Megan carefully weaved around Toil, bowing slightly. "Oop, excuse me-"

"Consider yourself excused, missy." Toil mumbled. Megan hurried along to the kitchen, following Kamika's voice.

"Okay, what'd you want me to- oh, wow!"

Megan's broom and dustpan clattered to the floor as she covered her mouth. She found Kamika's enormous purple snake tail trailing around a messy kitchen floor. And as her eyes followed the tail, they landed on Kamika's torso, leaning on her side, a finger beckoning Megan closer.

"Weeeell? Like what you see?~" Kamika smiled, a lusty look in her eyes.

"Oh gosh, no! It's a mess in here! Is this what you meant?" Megan's eyes darted across the room, her mouth wordlessly flapping. "I was gonna get some cleaning done at my place today, but this... this is an emergency!"   Megan quickly began sweeping up the place. Kamika stared blankly as Megan fussed over the state of her house.

"That... that's not what I..." Kamika tried to form a thought, but she was just so flabbergasted. "What about the snake tail!? Aren't the scales just marvelous!? Aren't you surprised!?"

"Oh... oh, yes! Your tail's very pretty." Megan nodded. "I-it's just that, well, you've been doing so many strange things so frequently that, well, I don't think much phases me anymore..."

Megan admitted rather sheepishly. For a moment, Kamika seemed decidedly crestfallen, something that Megan picked up on immediately; she waved her hands frantically as if to reassure Kamika.

"O-oh no, i-is that what you wanted to surprise me with? Gah, I'm sorry, I ruined the whole thing, I'll try to help you-"

"Gah, shut up!" Kamika spat, rearing up like a cobra. "Stay right where you are."

"Ah... o-okay?" Megan's sweeping ceased; she held the broom close to her chest. Kamika slithered forward with practiced grace, though she nearly stumbled and used Megan to catch herself. She straightened herself out, brushing a couple strands of blond hair aside to get a look at her face.

Kamika grinned toothily, grabbing Megan's cheeks. She turned Megan's face upwards so she couldn't look away.

"Now... look into my eyes..."

Kamika hissed, opening her eyes to reveal shimmering patterns of colours that pulsed in red, purple, blue, yellow, pulsing in entrancing ways. Megan stared... and she stared... and she continued to stare...

"...ooooh..." Megan tilted her head, very much in awe. "You have really pretty eyes, Kamika... did you learn a new party trick?"

"...What? I didn't command you to compliment my eyes." The patterns persisted, though Kamika squinted slightly. She realized that Megan should've been as putty in her hands; that her eyes should've mirrored those of Kamika's! What gives!?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I-I didn't realize you were self-conscious..." Megan muttered.

"Gah! Why isn't this working!?" Kamika blinked, her eyes restored to their serpentine slits. "What is so special about your eyes that makes you immune!?"

"Eh? Um... oh! I started using contacts recently!" Megan smiled.

"...You... you're using contacts." Kamika uttered.

"Yeppers!" Megan nodded enthusiastically. "I really like them, cuz my glasses kept falling off and-"

"And your contacts are shielding you from my hypnotic powers??" Kamika asked incredulously.

"...You were trying to hypnotize me?" Megan's mouth flattened quizzically. She nodded. "That is a cool party trick...!"

"GAH! USELESS!" Kamika shoved Megan aside, turning her back to the earnest, white-haired girl. "How can I make the entire world fall for me and rely on my every word if a stupid pair of bifocals will foil them!? That bitch Leila never had to deal with this!" She spat her words with venom.

"Um... i-if you want someone to listen to you, I'll lend an ear." Megan offered with a warm smile. "Everyone needs a shoulder to lean on sometimes, and-"

"IT'S NOT THE SAME!" Kamika pounded the wall. "I need to overpower someone! Mould their mind to suit my whims! Reduce their mind to jelly, make them my fucktoy, I-"

"Mistress? I would hate to interrupt your ranting and raving, but..." Double Double interjected. "Leila Antioch and Celes Pettigrew are leaving their domicile, and... it appears they intend to make their way here."

"Oh? Celes is coming over?" Megan's eyes lit up. "I know her! We go to church together, and-"

"Shut it. We don't need help cleaning. Toil, Trouble, show her the door." Kamika waved her off.

"Mum's the word, mistress." They saluted in unison, before bumping Megan from behind.

"O-oh, um, see you later, Kamikaaa!" Megan called as she was ushered out of the house. When she heard the door close, Kamika turned to Double Double.

"Do those goodygoody skanks have any inkling about my little potion...?" Kamika's eyes narrowed.

"Well... you are the only succubus in Crossroads. They are hardly fools. Antioch seems to be having difficulties adjusting to her new legs..."

"...heh. I think we can make this problem go away... and find a suitable test subject for my special eyes~"

Kamika chuckled evilly, tenting her fingers together, her tail waving excitedly...

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"How's that hot chocolate treating you, Leila?"

"Ah... it's warming me to my core~"

Leila had to borrow a couple of warm items from Celes before going out on the town. Celes had offered to cut holes for her wings, but Leila declined; she wouldn't have them for long.

Leila stayed close to Celes, taking careful, awkward, uneasy steps on her legs. Celes steadied Leila with an elongated hair-tendril, clutching a warm beverage of her own close to her chest with a pair of mittens.

The detour to enjoy the first snowfall of the season did wonders to help Leila calm down. She raised her head, taking in the sights.

"I have to admit, it... it's nice getting outside, not having to worry about snow getting on my scales." Leila's eyes lowered, following how her legs flowed into a fuzzy pair of boots.

Leila felt a little funny. If anything, she might've been a bit too warm in her extra layers.

"Mmhm. Are you feeling better now?" Celes leaned a little closer. "Getting a little more comfortable in your, ah, skin?"

"I think so..." Leila trailed off. "My legs are getting a bit sore. I-is that normal?"

"Ohhh..." Celes grimaced. "I-it's probably that you've never used them before. It's like... like exercising a muscle. It won't be like that for long."

"That's a relief. Though... I-I dunno if I wanna stay like this." Leila glanced around. "M-maybe we should go and see-"

"Ah, Celes! Funny running into you!" A portly man in a tophat approached the girls from the front, giving Leila a bit of a spook. Celes' eyes widened, a smile rising.

"Oh! Mayor Klaus!" She waved back cheerily.

"I have to thank you for helping with the Christmas lights this year, Main Street is looking marvelous against this snowy backdrop!" The Mayor nodded, turning to Leila. "And who's your friend here? She seems... strangely familiar." He squinted. Leila felt like she was being studied.

"...Leila? How about you introduce yourself?" Celes invited her to speak; Celes' smile dropped quickly, sensing that something was wrong.

"A-ah... u-um..." Leila stirred in Celes' grip. "I... ah..."

Sssssssss... a familiar hissing sound rippled from Leila's body as that strange pink haze made itself known once more, wafting from every pore in Leila's body. Leila's face went pale, a horrified expression rose to her face.

"Oh no!" She exclaimed.

"Eh? W-what on earth is this... oh... ohhhh..." The Mayor began to sway back and forth, his eyes fluttering drearily. As he blinked, those strange pink hearts replaced his irises, the whites of his eyes drifting to a soft shade of magenta.

"Ohhh NOOO!" Leila screamed, her emotions reaching a fever pitch.

SSSSSSSS... the pink fog wafted from her, thicker, more intense.

"LEILA!" This time Celes was ready, covering her mouth and nostrils with her coat; she brandished the spray bottle and sprayed wildly in the Mayor's face.

"AHP! Buhbuh, hurbleblurble! What in blazes...?" He backed away, wiping his face; his eyes seemed to quickly return to their normal grey shade.

"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't control-"

SSSSSSSSS! The pheromones went unabated. Celes clutched Leila's shoulder.  "Calm down! We need to go!" Celes insisted, dragging Leila into a nearby alley. "Excuse us Mister Mayorrr!~"

When the two girls disappeared out of sight, Celes turned Leila to her; Celes winced, trying not to breathe in the smog again.

"Leila!? What's going on!?" Celes called out to her; Leila was hyperventilating, she was inconsolable. "H-how're you doing this?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Leila clutched her hands, fingers tensed up around her horns. "I-I can't control it, I can't make it stop!"

SSSSSSSS! Still the pheromones persisted. Leila was getting dizzy from the stress, collapsing into a nearby array of garbage cans. She whimpered, trembling, on the verge of tears.  "What's HAPPENING to me!?" Leila shouted, her eyes wincing.

"Leila, listen to me! You need to breathe, okay? We can get through this, but I need you to calm dAGH!?"

THUNK!

As Celes tried to reassure Leila, a wooden barrel—perhaps better suited for a winery—fell from above onto Celes, trapping her within! She dropped her spray bottle in the commotion; it clattered to the wall listlessly.

And atop the lid of the barrel was...

"Y... you! Double Double!?" Leila backed away, the garbage cans behind her clattering.

He raised his head, a pair of beady eyes squinting through the lens of a gas mask. He took a deep breath, tilting his head.

"Astounding... I assumed your powers would be comparable to that of the Mistress, but... a shinobi must be prepared for any contingency." He explained, his voice muffled.

"Wh... what do you want with me!?" Leila tried to stagger back to her feet, but flopped pathetically. She coughed, choking on the heavy pink haze.

"You already provided what the Mistress desired. Now we have no further use of you. Your friend, however... she has more to offer still to the Mistress."

The barrel pounded and rattled under Double Double, but it didn't budge. Leila again tried to rise to her feet.  "I... I won't let you kidnap Celes! Not like you kidnapped me! Gah!" Leila collapsed again on her knees.

"...this is pathetic. I think it's time I made my exit. And for you..."  Double Double brandished a handful of pellets.  "...it's time you took a nap. Stay out of the Mistress' plans."   FWOOSH! He cast the pellets to the ground, a pungent grey smoke filling the alleyway! It entered Leila's lungs, and she could feel all her strength leaving her.  "N-no, I... Celes..." Leila reached forward, before collapsing face first into the ground. Everything faded to black...

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