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Comm: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 13)
🕑 Added 2022-11-09 13:19:15 +0000 UTCSummary: A soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman gets roped into a new job as a succubus. This is a commissioned piece for AltrixWrites.
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Part 13
Megan decided to spend the remainder of the day with the girls she had brought under her spell. She had become accustomed to her new abilities, and the otherworldly pleasures she could bring to people. Though some nagging concerns prickled at the back of her mind, waking up surrounded by beautiful women who loved her, and whom she loved in return, was a gentle tonic to that.
Megan had taken strides in accepting her new body and station. Her body seemed to develop to match her progression. She stood a little taller, walked more confidently, wings flexed as if to draw attention to herself. Maybe her assets had developed too... her horns certain had added an inch or two.
Still, as she admired the sight of the other girls huddled close to her, Megan couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. There was one among them she loved more than anyone else. And it was obvious, from the way her rope-like arms wrapped possessively around Megan, that Iris felt the same. She didn't know how Iris might react now that Megan was, well, a demon, nevermind the fact that she had led so many of their friends into a harem of her own making.
Tsss... Megan's pores tingled as she pumped more pheromones into the room, as if to cloud the issue entirely. She clasped her hands together, staring off into deep space. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had done something wrong... that she had crossed a boundary that shouldn't be crossed.
She took Iris' hand in her own, squeezing it gently. Iris, being as susceptible to Megan's pheromones as anyone else, didn't seem to register, other than uttering a sensuous moan. Megan only wished to communicate her silent adoration for the woman she loved...
Stomp, stomp, stomp...
"...?" Megan tilted her head up as she overheard loud food steps from outside her door. She panicked internally, wondering if she had locked it behind her on her way in. A cursory glance at the lock indicated that, yes, she had. Hopefully they would go away...
Jingle jingle, KCHUNK.
The door was unlocking on its own, and Megan realized in a hurry who it was. She gave her spare set of keys to Kamika...
"MEGAN!" Kamika hollered, swinging the door open. "Did you go through my house- wh-what the hell!?"
Kamika, garbed in her casual hoodie and sweatpants combo, had just walked in on Megan, surrounded by beautiful woman. Kamika's shouting was muffled by her rather unattractive but necessary choice of headgear, a military-grade gas mask to block out Megan's hypnotic pheromones.
Megan's cheeks flushed scarlet as she stirred. "Um, h-hi Kamika, I.... I didn't expect-"
"Mmmm.... mistress..." Some of the girls began to stir awake from Kamika's rude entrance, and encroached on Megan's personal space, eager to grasp at her luscious body. Megan straightened up, trying to scoot away, but she was surrounded on all sides in a very compromising position...
"...Ohhh come the fuck on are you SERIOUS!?" Kamika puffed her cheeks, stamping her foot. She pivoted on her heel, making a 180 as she turned back towards the door. "FINE! I DON'T WANT TO INTERRUPT YOUR LOOOOOVE MAKING!"
"K-Kamika, wait!" Megan tried to struggle free, with a girl wrapped around each of her limbs. "It's not like-"
SLAM! The door rattled against the door frame, Kamika huffing to herself as she stormed off. Megan needed to talk her, of all people she'd have the most succubus experience...
"Nn, get off guys..." Megan asked meekly. The entranced girls obliged, slipping off before writhing in bed. Megan got to her feet, looking for her shoes. She was in a hurry, so she slipped into some loafers real quick. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the slithering of snake tails, elastic limbs, and slimy tentacles reaching for her, eager to pull her back.
"You guys stay here!" Megan turned to the girls. "Don't move an inch until I get back, okay??"
"Yes my mistress..." They all echoed in unison, slumping to the couch like puppets with their strings cut. Megan took a breath and hurried out the front door. If she hurried, she could catch Kamika before she reached her house.
"KAMIKA!" Megan hurried, calling after her. She spread her demonic wings, kicking her legs as she leapt over their lawns and one shared wooden fence, touching down in front of Kamika halfway up her walkway. Kamika nearly tripped over herself, bumping into Megan; she raised her hands to catch herself, but ended up groping Megan's enhanced buxom by accident
"Megan!? What're you... what are these!?" Kamika's expression flared up with rage once more, cupping her hands underneath Megan's immodest chest. "What is this getup, and this chest, you... GRGH....!"
Megan blushed as Kamika bounced her chest up and down. Kamika definitely wasn't happy about the situation, but Megan hadn't seen Kamika like this before. Kamika's cheeks were flushed like Megan's had been prior.
"U-um, Leila made me a new get up, but listen, Kamika," Megan took Kamika's hands in her own to put a stop to Kamika's examination. "I need your help with something-"
"Shut up, can that fake modesty crap!" Kamika blurted. "You clearly don't need my help! How do you already have a harem of girls at your beck and call!? You're brand new at this, that's not supposed to be a thing!"
"H-H-HAREM!?" Megan's face went pale. She had heard that tossed around on the television, the bawdy image of a man attended to by a party of women... sexually. Megan had to explain.
"No, no, it's not like that at all!" Megan explained, waving her hands. "T-they all came into my house at once, and when I woke up, they were all sleeping around me!"
"They were calling you MISTRESS!" Kamika scowled. "Is that another neat party trick you taught them too!?"
"NO! I-I think they got a whiff of my, my pheromones, like you said, and they..." Megan trailed off, glancing back at her house.
"They're entranced, you dip. Spritz them with water, like you did with me." Kamika muttered. "I got a full day of being miserable to get to, so if you don't mind-"
"No, no, they can't wake up in my house! Dressed like that!? They'll ask questions, about what happened, and what they did, and some of them are couples with each other, not with me, and Iris will be so upset with me, a-and I don't know what to doooo!!"
Megan buried her head in her hands, sobbing. Kamika gawked at Megan's panicked, ugly sobbing, her face contorting into an expression of disgust...
"...God, no, stop it, that's gross, that's..." Kamika gulped. "Ugh, just... get inside, give me the gorey details there..."
Kamika's hand drifted around Megan, looking for some loose piece of fabric to drag her by. But Megan's getup was skimp, revealed a lot of skin. And the big-breasted succubus was just standing there, bawling her eyes out for all the world to see...
"...Gah..." Kamika took Megan's wrist and dragged her up the walkway. Megan stumbled after her, tears running down her cheeks.
"Th-thank you, Kamika..." Megan hiccuped.
"Shut up." Kamika growled.
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Kamika plopped Megan onto her freshly-cleaned sofa in her freshly-cleanedliving room, before tossing her a cola from the freshly-cleaned fridge of her freshly-cleaned kitchen. Not having to wade through layers of trash was disorienting in its own right.
"Ugh, this stupid gas mask is so stuffy..." Kamika muttered, stripping it off her head and tossing it to the corner of the room. She sprawled lazily across a recliner, motioning for Megan to continue... even if it didn't seem like Kamika was paying much attention.
Megan recounted the day prior for Kamika, how her pheromones leaked out and brainwashed all of her friends, as well as her lover. How they all followed her home, yearning for affectionate attention.
"They kept saying they wanted me to be happy, and I was bushed so I... let them pamper me for the night." Megan murmured into her soda. "Cooking for me, feeding me... giving me a massage..."
"Ugh, how PG. Are you going to cry about how you were holding hands too?" Kamika muttered, sprawled along a reclining chair. "Did you at least get any of them off?"
"NO!" Megan blurted. "I didn't, I wouldn't, I... w-well, actually... Iris..."
"Mm?" Kamika's eyebrow perked up. Her interest was piqued.
"...I commanded her to, to... to cum for me." Megan's mouth flattened. "And she... did."
"Well, good for you, miss dominatrix." Kamika readjusted her posture, resting her head on her arm. "Did you make everyone else watch? That's my favourite, the extra shame adds the extra bit of-"
"Th-the other girls were nearby, but I'm not sure if they were watching..." Megan murmured. "But they definitely saw..."
"Tch. Well. What's the problem? Are you ashamed?" Kamika rolled over. "You're a succubus. Getting people's rocks off is what you do. It felt good, didn't it?"
"NO! That's... that's..." Megan tried to deny it, but as she recalled, she... liked the feeling of power. The grip on the red can in her hands tightened. "...okay, I did, but... I feel bad..."
"Who cares? They're your little drones now." Kamika shrugged dismissively. "You got a harem all to yourself now. You know what I'd give to have a gang of pretty girls hanging on my every word? Well I can't do that anymore!~"
Kamika raised her hands over her head in an exaggerated flourish. The venom in her tone was clear, even to Megan, who typically tried to be positive.
"B-but I don't want them to be my harem, I want them to go back to their normal lives..." Megan frowned. "As my friends, and my colleagues, and... my one true love..."
"Jesus Christ you want the whole damn goddamn pie don't you..." Kamika massaged her forehead. "Tch, right, you know how hypnosis works? Just tell them to forget everything that happened, then spritz with some water. They won't remember a thing."
Kamika paused. She tilted her head.
"...Might wanna make them put their clothes back on. And plop them where you found them." Kamika grimaced. "It'd raise questions if they all snapped back to reality back at your place..."
"...Is... is that all?" Megan blinked. "They... they won't remember anything?"
"Weeeeell, it might get dicier with your side-chick Iris." Kamika scratched her neck. "Lovey-dovey feelings tend to have some unconscious tics, and if she's head over heels, she could relapse right back into whatever behaviours you trained into her. Like that cumming on command thing, heh, that's fun..."
Kamika chuckled; Megan wasn't as amused by the situation.
"...mm... I'm not... used to keeping little white lies to myself..." Megan lowered her head. "I think... I should be honest with her, but-"
"Just dump her, easy." Kamika sat up. "You don't need something like puppy love weighing you down when you can spread your wings, capische?"
"What!?" Megan blinked, nearly choking on her side. "B-but I love Iris! There's no one else like her!"
"Listen, I know you two are into that whole BDSM thing-" Kamika chimed in.
"WHAT!?" Megan blurted. "THAT'S NOT WHAT WE-"
"We all have our secrets, Meg, but listen, on the succubus circuit the really kinky ladies are a dime a dozen. You can replace her, easily." Kamika winked.
Megan fumed at the thought of this. Kamika was wrong on so many levels. To say nothing of Iris' unique superheroics in the bedroom, which probably was what Kamika was actually hearing (Megan made a quiet note to herself to insulate the walls for sound better), they were a couple, loyal to each other and true. Kamika's insinuations were outrageous...
Megan's eyes narrowed into an icy glare.
"Kamika, if that's your idea of a joke, it's not funny. I love Iris, and I want to make this work." Megan planted her hands on her hips as she scolded Kamika. "How could you say such harsh things?"
"Tch, chill, I was just being honest. Maybe you don't wanna hear it, but it's how it goes." Kamika clicked her tongue. "Succubi get people's rocks off. Sometimes you gotta get a little handsy with it; lovey dovey romance stuff isn't part of the package. Romantic baggage just makes the job a helluva lot harder than it needs to be..."
"...But... that sad man at the bar..." Megan frowned. "I... I want to do better, for myself... and for Iris. I want to help her understand that... I really like doing this..."
"...what?" Kamika gawked. "But, but S-Tan practically pressed you into it! Forced at gunpoint!"
"W-well, I... I like talking to people. A-and the roleplaying side, of being a stronger, sexier version of myself is... exciting." Megan held her hands to her chest. "Being a succubus is just... helping people feel better about themselves, right? Just in an... unorthodox way, heh..."
Megan's heart-spaded tail wagged behind her. Kamika stared, dumbfounded.
"But I... I don't know what I'm doing yet, and I think I... misused my power, a bit, last night, and I... I want Iris to understand, so that maybe she... she can forgive me..." Megan stirred. "What should I do, Kamika?"
"...The hell are you asking me for relationship advice for...?" Kamika murmured. The hesitant question did pique Megan's curiosity.
"W-well, I... you've been around a lot longer than I have... hundreds of years, even." Megan rubbed her shoulder. "Did you ever have a... a normal lover?"
"Pfft, no. Just one fling with another. Mostly with other demons." Kamika tried to laugh, but Megan's sad, puppy-dog eyes struck a nerve with Kamika. She thought better of it, averting her eyes.
"...Just... tell her what happened. Being honest is always the winning strategy in sappy romcoms..." Kamika grumbled.
"...It's that simple, huh..." Megan sighed. "I guess I'll have to talk to Iris myself then..."
"Just because you two were already connected. You can just brainwash the others just fine." Kamika shrugged. "What they don't know can't hurt, right?"
"I mean... I'll know..." Megan hugged herself. "It just feels a bit like... I abused my power..."
"If you can't forgive yourself, no one will." Kamika frowned. "It's like... you were just helping them relax, right? Feel good about themselves? So there, you did good. So stop crying about it, okay?"
"...I guess I... did help them... just a little..." Megan reconsidered the situation. They seemed very happy... and they were sleeping very blissfully alongside her.
"Hey, uh, before I chase you out of here, I just wanted to ask one thing..." Kamika ran a hand through her hair. "Are you really sure about this succubus thing? Are you really happy?"
Megan paused. Kamika's tone was softer than usual, less confrontational. Megan hesitated as a result, but she found her words.
"I... yes, I do." Megan nodded. "It's... I think I can do really good in it. And do good by people. Just... acclimating a bit, is all."
"Well, the benefits aren't bad either... beats minimum wage..." Kamika sighed. "It's just weird, you... nah, forget it, get out of my house."
Megan nodded, finishing off her soda; it gave her a little bit of extra buzz to go off and set things right.
"Thank you... o-oh, I was going to surprise you, I sent a maid to clean your house!" Megan paused just shy of exiting.
"Uh? Oh, yeah, where'd she put the TV remote?" Kamika's emotions were flaring up again once she remembered what she had called Megan about in the first place. "You know I had everything exactly where I wanted it, before you-"
"Try the entertainment unit!" Megan called back, before letting herself out. Kamika blinked, before pacing over and checking the drawers.
...Sure enough, it was there. "Flighty know-it-all hussy..." Kamika swore under her breath...
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"Okay everyone, get dressed!" Megan called out to the girls inside. "We have to... oh."
Megan was surprised to find the entranced girls still sitting there, exactly as Megan had left them. They really were obedient to a fault... Megan felt a pang of motherly affection come over her, as transient as it was.
Her dreamy expression dropped as her eyes landed on Iris, just as still as the rest of them. They all bobbed their heads up in unison, rising to their feet... or tentacles, or just... rising up in Leila's case.
"Yes, mistress..." They uttered in unison, pacing upstairs. Megan followed them as well, tail whipping behind her. Her outfit, at least, was skimpy enough to put underneath a more casual, public-appropriate getup for a trip back to Gaap Gardens, and she didn't want to get in the habit of stripping down in front of the girls.
...None of the girls seemed to have any qualms of stripping down to their undergarments themselves, trading Kamika's skimpy hand-me-downs for their usual fare. Megan stammered, raising a hand as if to try and redirect them to different rooms, but she lowered her hand upon further consideration, her mouth flattening.
Megan recounted the events of the day prior. Cora would have to be left at her estate, and Megan could probably get her to continue cleaning the place just fine. She wondered if Cora would be aware of the passage of time with regards to her rates...
Megan stirred, fidgeting to herself. Cora technically stayed overnight, didn't she? There would probably be overtime to pay for... Megan really hoped she had the money to cover for Cora; she didn't like the idea of getting tossed into one of those dreadful space-time rifts, like the one Cora entered through to get here.
The rest of the girls would come to Gaap Garden. Megan would coerce everyone to forget what had happened, and that should be enough to wipe their memories of this strange incident. Hypnosis really was something else... though Iris was another matter, and the most delicate matter of all.
Megan turned to the mirror to study herself, making sure her demonic features ebbed away. Her skin was peachy, her horns, tail, and wings all gone, and her eyes were the same as they ever were. It felt a little different to cover herself up with an elegant sundress, but it was cute...
"...!"
Oh no, there was a nasty tear along one the skirt... she must've sustained that from her initial escape attempt, being piled upon by all the girls. She wondered if she could patch that up before...
"Ready, mistress!" The girls all hollered in unison, lining up behind her. Megan cried out in surprised. They were fast...
Completely forgetting about the tear in the heat of the moment, Megan chuckled nervously, and gestured to the stares.
"Okay everyone... except you, Cora, stay here and clean." Megan corrected herself, before leading the way. "Follow me..."
