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Comm: Megan Skye Earns Her Demon Wings (Part 10)
🕑 Added 2022-03-24 16:59:23 +0000 UTCSummary: A soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman gets roped into a new job as a succubus. This is a commissioned piece for AltrixWrites. It is free to read for whoever.
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Part 10
Megan was already running behind to make her date with Iris after the whole massage business with Cora, but the main obstacle was the dress code; to put it simply, the two-piece scantily-clad bikini combo absolutely would not pass over in the cafe they were meeting at in Gaap Garden. It's not like it was a particularly formal place to eat in the first place, but showing up half naked would raise a lot of questions. And Iris freelanced as a reporter, so those were questions Megan wasn't all that interested in fielding.
Thankfully, her place was right next door, so it didn't take long for her to throw something on from her wardrobe. Something quick and easy... she grabbed a flowy white sundress from her closet, throwing it over her, and billowed the hem as she straightened it out. She paced to the mirror to look herself over.
"Mrgh..." She grunted to herself with a grimace. Her skin was still flushed pink as ever, and the enormous horns, flexing wings, and the wagging tail were a dead give away. She pressed her hands over her horns, forcefully pushing down; they snuck back into her forehead with a wet squelch. She turned around to roll up her tail and jam it back into her lower back. Her wings folded back on her own as she fussed over her own body.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and fanned herself with her palms, trying to visualize the version of herself that came before her recruitment into the demonic realm. Her hot, flushed skin paled to a more typical, healthy looking hue, and as she reopened her eyes, the whites of her eyes had returned.
"Finally, normal again..." Megan sighed. "A nice, normal date... that'll hit the spot."
Megan smiled to herself, running a hand through her hair as her mind drifted. She stood up a little straight.
"Okay, no more dawdling, I'm running late as it is!" She pounded a fist into her open palm, her eyes shining resolutely, before she scurried out the door.
She scrambled for the bus stop, checking the posted schedule as she gasped for air. That mad sprint to make it over exhausted her...
"Gah... no buses for twenty minutes??" She panted, groaning aloud. "I'm already late, and the ride itself is going to take another ten minutes! I can't keep Iris waiting!"
She rubbed her cheeks, pacing back and forth.
"Grgh, cabs don't come out to the suburbs on their own, but it's too far to walk, rgh, what am I supposed to do, I can't just grow wings and..."
She trailed off, her pace slowing as she raised her head.
"...grow wings and... fly..."
She glanced behind her, feeling a pinching sensation in her upper shoulder blades. As muscles reformed, she rotated her shoulders, feeling spindly limbs sprouting from her backside. They flexed, bat-like webbing spreading out between her limbs.
"J-just this once, and then we'll hide them again outta sight..." She huffed, getting into a tense stance as her wings spread to their full, six-foot wing-span. "And-a one, and-a two, and-a threeeeEEEee!!"
She kicked her legs as her wings beat up and down once more in powerful beats, her heels flailing as if she were running through the air. She let out a breathless scream as she soared upwards and away, her wings catching an updraft as she leveled out.
"O-okay, getting the hang of this flying thing a bit..." Megan gave herself a mental pat on the back as she soared upwards, straightening her arms and legs as she soared away. The rockiness of her earlier ascent gave way to an almost elegant glide; the wind on her skin and the billowing of her skirt was exhilarating. And she was moving so fast too!
"Woooow...!" She swooned as she soared over buildings, higher and higher. The chill of the air around her didn't seem to phase her whatsoever; she was more focused on her balance, the sheer grace she must've been exuding. She eyed an airplane in the distance and, feeling an anxious chill, swerved a little downwards to avoid colliding with the plane that must've been at least ten miles away. You know, as a courtesy.
Megan smiled to herself, thinking of all the money she'd be saving on public transportation. Having wings was amazing...
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Teavillus was a modest cafe located in Gaap Gardens, a very beautiful slice of Crossroads. With its gentle, weaving walkways, open space, lanes of trees, and flanking streetlights all along the paths, Gaap Gardens was a delightful park, and a popular destination for couples.
Iris sat alone at a table by the window, trying to keep a low profile while her girlfriend was running behind. It'd be bad form to order something before Megan arrived, but she was really pushing the social boundaries of tardiness. And Iris could settle for complimentary ice water so many times before the staff got leery. She felt like she was already getting a couple judgmental looks; screw her for loitering, she figured.
Iris sighed, turning her head towards the window. Couples paced up and down the roads, enjoying the gentle snowfall that seemed to blow in around this time of year. There were even horse-drawn carriages this time of year... a romantic ideal, but it was bitterly cold. Iris hugged her thick parka at the thought of it.
"Spring can't come soon enough," Iris sighed, leaned forward against the table, her elbows squeaking against the table. "And neither can Megan, apparently. Maybe I can use this as leverage for some snuggling later..."
Out of the corner of her eye, a shadow swooped through the sky. Iris cocked her head as the mysterious figure disappeared from sight, past the view the window frame gave her. Iris blinked, leaning forward to look around. The silhouette of a bat-winged person registered in her mind, but she shrugged it off.
"Guess everyone's in a hurry today..." She Itented her fingers and stared forward. "Where are you, Meg...?"
Another two minutes passed silently, with Iris' thoughts drowned out by the background noise, the clings and clatters of cups and various bits of inane chatter. Iris glanced at her phone to check the latest news releases.
"...Huh, maybe I should've pecked out a quick report about the robbery before this date..." Iris mused to herself with a grimace. "...Bleh, but Megan doesn't like it when I bring work to date night... but I probably could've just pecked it out while I've been waiting for her where is she..."
Iris groaned, slumping forward onto the table as she buried her head. She lay like this for a spell... at least, until there was a tell-tale dingaling at the front door.
Iris raised her head in the same manner a pet waiting for their owner would, and the sight of Megan got a sigh of relief out of her; her flowing white hair was a welcome sight for sore eyes.
Iris, all the while, saw Megan as she had always seen her, oblivious to the fact that Megan's appearance disguised her new demonic attributes; to Iris, Megan was the same as ever. And her girlfriend's mad search and scramble to the table.
"Sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, the bus broke down!" Megan scrambled for the table,
"You took your sweet time getting here." Iris leaned back, trying to act all cool like she hadn't been agonizing over Megan's tardiness for the last half an hour.
"I-I didn't mean to keep you waiting..." Megan sighed, slumping down across from Iris. "Today was crazy..."
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry, I was just teasing," Iris waved her hands with a smile. "Sheesh, now that I think about it I sound like an asshole, huh?"
"N-no, it's okay..." Megan smiled politely. "It's just... nice to have an afternoon out like this."
"You really gotta lose that habit of apologizing for everything, all of the time..." Iris sighed. "I feel bad now. C'mere, makeup kiss?"
"Okay. Makeup kiss. Mwah~"
They both leaned over the table, indulging in a quick peck on the lips, before settling back into their seats.
"So, um... exciting day today, huh?" Megan's hands settled into her lap. "How was, um, 'work'?"
"Ah, same ol' same ol'. Feels like every other week someone gets the brilliant idea of fast-tracking themselves to an early retirement fund." Iris groaned. "Swear to God, they see a pretty woman in tight-spandex and take it as a challenge to up the ante nowadays."
"A-ah, I... I got the gist of that little episode when you called me." Megan nodded. "Is it... safe to be calling me in the middle of... 'work'?"
"Passes the time. Besides that, some days you're the only one keeping me sane~" Iris chuckled, leaning over to prop her head on her arm. "Anything new with you? Deal with any crazies at Flies lately?"
"Ah, no, no, just the usual... challenges." Megan grimaced. "Management has been struggling with finding reliable help, so I've been padding my hours a bit. And it's nice to help out where I can-"
"Y'know they're only struggling so hard to find good help because they don't pay people enough, right?" Iris frowned. "It's a job, not a commitment. They shouldn't ride you as hard as they do. They ever talk to you about a promotion?"
"Well, um, they said they'd consider it, but... training's really expensive, and they're not sure I'm 'management material', so... hm." Megan lowered her head. "B-but they like me, really!"
"Everyone likes a workhorse..." Iris shook her head. "Seriously, they work you to the bone, and you've been running all over the place like a headless chicken. You've hardly caught your breath since getting here, hell, I think you're coming down with a fever."
"Fever?" Megan blinked. "Nooo, I don't get sick, I take care of myself, really- oh-"
Iris didn't wait for an invitation, leaning over the table to press the back of her hand across Megan's forehead. Megan froze up, her mouth flattening as she stared at Iris' studying expression.
The prognosis wasn't good. Megan could read Iris' concerned look very clearly. But Megan was getting a little turned on by this intimate gesture; just the fact that Iris cared for her and was looking out for her was more than enough for Megan, but her skin tingled excitedly at Iris' touch. Her skin was so soft, blemishless, perfect. Megan stifled a gasp as Iris withdrew her hand.
"You're burning up, babe." Iris noted with a click of her tongue. "And you're all sweaty, and shaky, and your skin's all flushed..."
"M-my skin??" Megan examined herself in a panic, wondering if her skin had flushed pink... if her disguise was dissipating. Megan made a discontented sound, feeling stuffy and hot in her parka that she had forgotten to remove. She began to fidget nervously. "Th-there's nothing wrong with me, or my skin, ahaha, hah...!"
"...Okay, Megan, you're seriously starting to worry me here." Iris' scowl softened. "Are you sick? We can go home. Get coffee to go. Maybe an herbal tea for you..."
"I'M FINE!" Megan straightened up, trying to act casual, but the danger in this scenario seemed to excite her more. She hated hiding secrets from Iris, but she hadn't figured out this whole situation herself, and succubi were manipulative and evil and what would Iris think if Megan suddenly admitted she was in league with the entire enterprise of sin and evil?? As she thought to herself over and over, she felt herself getting hot and flustered all over again.
Megan shot up from her seat, reaching for Iris' arm with a stiff motion; Iris' wrist seemed to squish like a rubber toy under Megan's grip.
"Meg??" Iris blinked, at a loss for words.
"Let's go for a walk!~" Megan squeaked, forcing a biiiiiig smile as she practically dragged Iris from the table. "The weather's delightful today, and it's so stuffy in here, so let's just, just get some fresh air!~"
"U-uh, you don't have to pull so hard, I just need to, uwah, get my feet under me!" Iris stumbled, feeling her arm stretching a couple inches along with Megan as they hurried out of the door.
"Ah, feel that breeze? It's so nice out, and the snow's starting to melt, so let's just go for a walk and we can- awawa!"
Megan's foot twisted awkwardly against something hard and she tipped over, covering her face just before she crashed into the ground. Iris yelped, her arm stretched another foot in length before she let go, hunching over as her arm zipped back to its regular proportion.
"Megan! Are you okay??" Iris leaned over; her eyes spotted the tip of an enormous scaled white tail. And it belonged to... someone Iris recognized. One of Megan's church friends.
"Leila?" Iris blinked.
"AAAA I'M SORRY, MY TAIL WAS IN THE WAY, KIM AND I WERE JUST PASSING BY AND MEGAN JUST SHOWED UP AND I'M SORRY-"
Iris winced at the barrage of apologies that she and Megan were being bombarded by the heavy-set lamia, bouncing up and down as she bowed over and over in apologies. Kim, her bat-winged girlfriend, fluttered to her side to pat her shoulder.
"Leila, it's okay! It was an accident!" Kim smiled. "Sorry about that, ah... Megan? Lemme help you up..."
"N-no, it's okay, I got her, " Iris insisted, kneeling down to pat Megan's shoulder. "Megan? Bit of a nasty fall there, you okay?"
"Mrgh..." Megan wasn't injured by her fall, but she could feel her entire body flaring up on its own. She felt so hot, so tingly, her crotch rubbing against the ground as her cheeks flushed. She hit her face as two points of pressure focused at her forehead, and she could feel tension in her clothes.
"...Iris? Did you hit your head?" Iris' hand ghosted Megan's head, hesitated, then lowered her hand to examine her irises; she was surprised to find that the whites of Megan's eyes had darkened to an ebony black.
"Ah... ah..." Megan moaned wordlessly, her entire body flaring up. Megan's pores tingled as a familiar sensation came over her, a need, a desire. She arched her back and let it happen.
"AAAH!~" She moaned aloud, her pores widening, pink pheromones shooking forcefully from her in all directions, spreading across the park. The three girls hovering over her got a powerful whiff of the stuff as Megan's body rocked.
RIP! Megan's demon wings ripped through her clothes as she kneeled upwards, crying towards the heavens as her entire body was overcome by a powerful, sexual heat. Her skin reached searing temperatures as...
FWOOSH! Her outfit burned up in the middle of the park, exposing her down to her lacey unmentionables. Megan slumped forward, exhaling with relief as she felt less suffocated by her own clothes, hugging her chest as her heart pulsed. Her spaded tail wagged slowly across the ground. She glanced up in a daze, remembering herself...
...Megan squeaked as she found herself in the middle of three women, all of them with eyes only for her, their eyes pink and flashing hearts. Megan looked onward with trepidation.
"Megan..." Iris murmured, crawling towards Megan as if in a trance. Megan attempted to cover herself up and scooch away, but she found herself backing into Leila's enormous snake tail. Iris' body loosened up, her limbs elongating on their own, her boneless limbs slowly, tantalizingly wrapping around Megan's ankles, caressing her inner thighs.
"I want you...~" Iris whispered into Megan's ear, her head bobbing at the end of an elongated neck. Megan shivered as she felt Iris' warm breath on her neck. Iris' skin was so soft and sultry, and Megan loved how Iris squeezed her all over, but they were in a public setting! This wouldn't do at all!
"Iris... you get to have her all the time... let me have a turn~" Leila chimed in, her massive tail moving slowly to wrap around Metan, squeezing her on all sides as the lamia drew her in. Leila drew her head closer to Megan's, her serpentine tongue zipping out to lick her cheek, tasting her sweat. Megan was trapped between being wrapped up by Iris and Leila at the same time, with only her head poking out!
"I want in too!~" Kim blurted, fluttering up to kneel on Leila's coiled tail, right next to Megan's head. She flopped over, raising a hand to run through Megan's long, silvery hair. "Ohhh, but I can't really make you happy like this... guys, let me in..."
"You can have her when I'm done with her." Leila replied, a hint of venom in her voice.
There was a muffled shouting within Leila's coils, before Iris popped her head free. "She's my girlfriend! Back off!" Iris was insistent on claiming her prize.
Megan made a discontented sound, glancing between the agitated expressions of all three girls. All of them had fallen under her spell, and all of them wanted her... and they were willing to go through each other to please her. Megan tried to shake herself free, but Leila's grip was too strong!
...Wait. Megan had an idea. She focused inward, trying to relax. Over relax, even. She could feel her body tingling, flowing downwards as her body softened, taking on a slimy pink sheen. With a wet shlick, she descended, liquifying in Leila and Iris' grip before oozing out of a crack in Leila's snake tail.
The pink ooze lurched into a pile quickly, burbling and forming a column as Megan quickly reformed her limbs, her succubus form quickly restoring itself. The girls were too busy arguing with each other to notice she had slipped free, and they were all tangled up now. She felt herself all over to make sure all her parts were still there.
...There were a couple parts missing.
"ACK! MY UNDERWEAR!!" Megan blurted. "MY UNDERWEAR IS STILL IN THERE!!"
The arguing girls paused, their entranced eyes looking straight at the now nude Megan, covering up her pink nipples, her spade tail swooshing forward to hide her womanhood. Kim glanced down through Leila's coiled up snake tail, reached down, and grabbed the white, lacy combination making up Megan's bra and panties.
"Here you go... my mistress~" Kim purred, hearts dancing in her eyes.
"YEAH OKAY SOUNDS GOOD THANKS BYE"
Megan didn't waste a nanosecond, snatching up her undergarments. With a powerful beat of her leathery wings, Megan took to the skies, fleeing the scene and leaving the girls dumbfounded, eyes only for her. They stared vacantly as Megan drifted off beyond the clouds...
