Disclaimer: dysphoria, adult language
Jeremy waited till Todd was asleep and slipped out into the cold, dark rain. He waited until no one could see and then he shifted, fangs needling out (hiding them obvi), red hair tumbling over his shoulders, his lips plumping, nose—wasn’t much change there just more freckles!
Had to have freckles! Brow bone receding. Eye lashes growing longer but either way destroyed by mascara or at least not taking it off properly!
Lips forming a pout. Then her body changed and it was like taking her bra off at the end of the day. Hips swelling. Belly fat—always an issue. Fat shifting to her thighs, her breasts (not too big or her shirt would tear), shoulders slimmer. Her dick receding, but not too much. It was fun to keep both! Damn anyone that thought any differently.
She bit her lip as it rubbed against her. Maybe less sensitivity. She turned up her arousal, her wetness, thinking of Todd. All hard for her. Down girl. She moaned.
Her tail thumping left and right. “Ah I should get rid of that,” she hissed, as the hell hound thought about how good it was not to shed on the surface. Sometimes a little bit of fur could be sexy.
If only Todd could see her like this! She felt a burgeoning warmth in her stomach and she whined in frustration, rubbing her thighs together. Down girl. If only he put a collar on me. Focus. Focus. Even shifting here was a biig mistake but her mistress had already marked her.
She had received a message. From an anonymous number, although she knew who it was. Meet me soon, pet. Jeremy or in this case Gemma could always smell her mistress’s scent, but not always thick with arousal.
And so she ignored the weird looks she was getting. Did she forget to hide her ears again? And her horns? But she pressed on and slipped onto the bus, knowing that the train would have been much faster, but the thought of her mistress waiting for her, yearning for her, made her heart beat even louder. If she had a tail at that moment, it would have started thumping.
The hell hound approached the top floor of the apartment complex and rang the bell, only to nearly tackle the tall skogsra who answered the door. “Sam, Sam, I have the cutest boy that I’m dating, although he thinks I’m a boy which sometimes I am. It’s hot. I mean I think it’s cool. But oh god I missed you. Did you miss me?”
Her tail thumped back and forth wildly as Sam laughed as the hell hound brushed kisses down her cheek.
“Okay, Gemma, okay. Okay! Easy girl, or is it boy today?”
“Girl, definitely girl. I think? Am I hot? I think I’m hot anyways so there’s this cute boy, but he thinks I’m gay for him which I definitely am, but…he thinks I’m cute as like a boy!”
Sam picked up the book that she had been reading. Smut again. Probably. The hell hound whined, and nestled her head in Sam’s lap.
“How are Lily and Aiden settling in with their new forms?”
“Good! I mean. I think they are. I don’t really know.”
Sam groaned. “Gemma, you were supposed to watch over them. Make sure they were okay but instead you’ve been sleeping with their friend. That’s…not the worst thing I’ve heard all day,” and Gemma noticed mistress was avoiding her eyes which made her feel as if she had done a bad thing. “It’s…okay, Gemma. Seriously. Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not like you’re under my orders anyways. It was just a minor favor.”
Yeah, you freed me. Which still hurts. Who lets their hellhound live an autonomous life? That would be like throwing your cat into the streets and saying here, you can take it.
Hell hounds didn’t know what it was like where relationships didn’t feel transactional and yet she was pretty good at relationships, or at least he was. Whenever she was Jeremy, he seemed to have his shit together. But sometimes it hurt, sometimes it wasn’t right. Todd would never accept her like this tho; he’d think she was a freak.
They were both interrupted by the sound a growling stomach.
Sam flushed and the hell hound began searching around their kitchen, but the tall statuesque enby kept giving her looks as she fumbled through their refrigerator finding barely anything.
“Sammm….what are you even eating. How can I cook for you if you barely have any food.”
The skogsra flushed further. “I’m doing just fine, pet. You know, I’m a vegetarian.”
“Still don’t get that. Aha! Let me make you dinner like old times. How bout veal cutlet?”
Sam’s tail thrashed back and forth. “Okay, okay well I’ll have to work with this, and this,” the hellhound was tossing ingredients onto the counter. “And what’s this?”
“Tofu.”
“Yeah, we can do something with that.”
The skogsra groaned.
“Sit back, Sammy, read your smut or whatever it is, and I’ll make you a little din din. Just like old times.”
“It’s not…whatever.” Sam colored and sat on the couch. The hell hound hummed as she began adjusting mixing bowls. “Sammy it looks like these haven’t even been opened.”
“I’m…struggling living on my own,” the skogsra admitted. “When I was with Amelia, you remember Amelia, she did all the cooking.”
“Yepp I remember because you never let me come by. And yet you still have her scent on you.”
“Not that kind. It’s just I still have feelings for her, and I’m trying,” they raised an eyebrow as the hellhound sniffed at an open can and tossed it in the garbage. “I should have never left,” they sighed.
“Me neither! I miss you.”
“It wasn’t right for you to be cooped up here.”
“I thought it was because you didn’t want me around Ame—li—a.”
“Not exactly.”
“Alexa, play MyDirtyLittle Secret by the All American Rejects,” the hellhound rolled her eyes.
“I don’t have one of those.”
The hellhound stuck out her tongue.
Sam couldn’t help it. She started laughing. “I’m glad you’re doing well, Red.”
The hell hound sniffed, and found her own iphone as she turned up and started playing What the Hell by Avril Lavigne.
“So, Red? Tell me about this guy. Todd was it?”
The hell hound’s tail started swishing back and forth faster and faster.
***
Selene hesitated and then knocked on the door, holding her hands at her side. How much could she even tell Amelia, but it was time to come clean. She knocked and Amelia swung her into her arms. Not even a moment before she knew something was off.
“You okay, babe? You look tense.”
“I was with someone—"
“Well, yeah, you’re a succubus, love,” Amelia laughed. “Listen, I don’t mean to be dismissive, but I fully support you,” she grabbed her girlfriends hands. “As you are.”
“And I refused the contract. It just wasn’t right?”
Amelia’s eyebrows furrowed. “Was he a creep?”
“She—and no, not a creep. I just wasn’t all that hungry. I,” she blushed. “Kept thinking about you. And then she rejected me, could see that my heart wasn’t in it. Said I was with someone very special, all the cliches.”
Amelia kissed her slowly, biting her lip, and then licking it. “You missed me?”
“All day,” Selene groaned kicking off her shoes and tossing her purse to the side. Amelia kissed her once more and Selene put her feet on her girlfriend’s thighs. Amelia massaged her calves, her arches. “Maybe I’m just not cut out for the succubus work anymore. It feels like I’ve abandoned my own kind.” Selene arched an eyebrow as she peered over her glasses. “Thanks babe, that’s really sweet. And not only that! But I feel guilty. You're still looking for work after I made you lose your job! And waitressing isn’t cutting it anymore.”
“You’re a waitress? Not a dig. I honestly didn’t know.” Selene leaned back as Amelia continued to rub.
“Bartender was too high profile, and stripping wasn’t for me. Too many asshole men.”
“I get that. How did I not know where you were working? That’s just embarrassing.”
“I was too embarrassed to mention it.”
“Come here, love,” and Selene shifted as she leaned back into Amelia’s arms as they wrapped around her. She sighed in content. This was exactly where she was meant to be.
“You’ve got tension elsewhere I can help you take care of that,” Amelia murmured in her ear and Selene wasted no time by guiding her hand down below.
“Oh look how wet you are for me?” and Selene bit her lip as Amelia began to tend to her, tracing her thumb around her wetness. Selene gasped, a warmth settling in her stomach. Her thighs quivering as she yearned for more of her girlfriend’s touch.
“Was this from thinking about me all day?”
“Goddess yes.” She moaned, closing her eyes for just one second as Amelia hooked a finger inside of her pushing up against that lovely spot, Meanwhile Amelia’s other fingers gently brushed against her clit, which had her moaning.
“We might need to soundproof these walls, don’t you think?” Amelia hummed against her ear.
“Mmhmmm!”
If it was even possible she grew wetter around her girlfriend’s fingers.
“You’re positively drenched, Selene.”
“Only for you!” she cried out, and then she felt Amelia’s need press against her, clit throbbing against her.
Selene felt her girlfriend shift beneath her, and could feel her heavy breathing but something was different. Wrong. Amelia was shaking. Her fingers pressed into her wrists. Selene turned to face her, and her girlfriend was looking right past her.
“Amelia?” She placed her hands on Amelia’s wrists.
“I…I’m not okay,” Amelia said and Selene could tell she was struggling to breathe.
“What can I do to help?”
“Stay, Selene. Stay. I need to breathe. I need to focus on five things in the room. Please, can you hold my hand?” She asked, and Selene had never seen Amelia like this. It brought tears to her eyes, but she stayed, breathed deeply as Amelia had done.
She wasn’t sure if she was guiding Amelia or Amelia was guiding her through whatever it was that had taken hold of her. Was it possession? Perhaps a demon? She could not sense any scent change. She just wanted to be there for her girlfriend. She wanted to make it so Amelia was okay.
Suddenly she stood, and stood up. Selene could breathe again. Was it something she had done? She wanted to help. Amelia was still shaking. She drank water.
“Can you—it sounds stupid, but I feel really awful right now and I could really use some cuddling time.”
“Anything,” Selene’s own voice shook. Selene accompanied her to her bed, and despite it being the middle of the day, Amelia turned off the light. Selene nuzzled up against her as the two lay on top of the sheets.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me?” Amelia said.
“Nothing, love.” Selene kissed her neck.
“When you…when you changed me…I think I felt different, and now that I have it back I know it doesn’t make a difference, it never matters before, but I felt it now more than I ever have before and suddenly I wasn’t me anymore. I felt off.”
“Do you want me to take it away?”
“Sometimes. I’m okay now. I think?” Selene wrapped her up tightly. “I think maybe I told myself I was okay with it because I could never afford getting her inverted you know. I didn’t actually hate her. But then you changed her shape and I felt a weird sort of peace. Is that weird?”
“No, my love.”
“And a part of me wants to be okay with what I have, but right now. I’m…not.”
“Mmm. May I?”
“Please,” Amelia whispered.
Selene pressed her lips to Amelia’s neck and pressed herself down through, succubus’s touch edging down. She whispered calming words in Amelia’s ear so she did not feel the shift, and then slowly but surely Amelia sighed with relief.
“Now if only you could change my voice.” Amelia murmured.
“I can.”
“Don’t, I like it, most of the time.”
“There’s my girl,” Selene kissed her on her forehead. “If you ever want her un-inverted,” she used air quotations to which Amelia giggled. “Just let me know.”
“Mmm,” Amelia sighed, and leaned back into Selene’s embrace in which the succubus kissed her deeply, passionately. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what we needed tonight.”
“I’m happy you’re doing better. You scared me back there.”
“Thank you for staying.”
“Always,” Selene whispered.
***
Amelia slipped out of bed afraid to disturb Selene. She was afraid, afraid of what just happened? How would she even begin to match the succubus if she was letting her dysphoria get to her? A wave of rage overcome her as she silently stormed from the room. It had been too long since she had had an episode like that.
She wasn’t supposed to have an episode like that. She was supposed to be stronger. She had been on hrt for too long and still dysphoria whispered in her ear telling her she wasn’t woman enough.
Wasn’t it supposed to get easier? She sank to her knees. All she wanted was to have a nice, relaxing time with her girlfriend and dysphoria had fucked it up.
She was too busy stewing with her thoughts that she barely heard the sound of heavy breathing next to her, no, was it crunching? Her rage was replaced with fear as she felt something murmuring around in the dark next to her.
And she felt a hand on her shoulder. What the fuck!
She bounded upwards and the light turned on as she blinked, trying to regain her balance, her senses. She barely saw Sam on her balcony reading a book and was that…a woman lounging on her couch, eating chips, barely noticing her, pressing her foot into her shoulder.
Amelia knew she shouldn’t be surprised at this point of random strangers coming and entering as they went, but what the actual fuck.
The woman was nodding along, were those headphones in her ears and a Walkman?
“Hey!” Amelia shouted, no longer caring if she woke Selene. In fact, she wanted the succubus here, no, she wanted Sam to get her ass in here and tell her what the hell was going on. Clearly this was not the time.
And was that a tail flicking back and forth.
“I don’t even know why I’m surprised anymore.” Amelia rolled her eyes and knocked on the glass.
Sam turned, smiling until Amelia shook her head and locked the door to the balcony, closed the blinds, took the chips from her new home invader and ignored the shout of outrage and stumbled back into the room and shut the door.
This evening never happened!