“Hello? Oh, good afternoon, dear,” an old woman’s voice answered, resting the bulky phone against her ear. “How are things with the kids?” she asked.
Her wrinkled face curved into a gentle smile as her daughter told her of recent days, chuckling as she learned the humorous goings on. “Poor child, he doesn’t deserve that. You really should take it up with the principal dear,” she let out a tired sigh. “I understand that you don’t like making trouble for others like that, but until he gets back, you don’t have much of a choice,” she scolded.
“That’s my little Lillim,” she chuckled. “Be sure you do that, or I’ll spoil him rotten next time you visit,” she answered, hearing her daughter audibly groan. “It’s what grandmothers are fo-or,” she said, a yawn escaping her. “Dear, I’m sorry, I think it’s about time I go lay down for a nap. Yes, yes, I’ll take care of myself,” she smiled. “Go have a good time with that birthday party. Mhmm. Goodbye, dear,” she nodded before placing the phone back on the receiver.
“I sure hope that boy doesn’t have to deal with too much harassment,” she frowned as she slowly made her way to her bed. She caringly gazed at the black grandfather piano in the corner. “I’ll have to get Henry over here to clean that later,” she chuckled. “I certainly loved listening to you play this, dear,” she made a pleasant smile as she tearfully left it behind.
A beautiful street corner greeted her as she entered her room. She chuckled as she watched a young kit of a fox wander around her lawn, yipping and stretching its legs, likely waking from a long hibernation. However, like her, it seemed to retain some weariness from its winter rest as it curled itself up at the base of a nearby tree. She smiled as if in agreement to join it for a nap.
She finally made it to her bedroom, carefully slipping out of her cream colored slippers, and removing her light blue shawl, and walking beside the wooden frame of her bed, pulling at the quilt and peeling it back, along with the purple sheets beneath, carefully pulling herself onto the bed. She gave a comfortable sigh as she eased her way into bed, allowing her old body to rest.
“Goodness. I hadn’t realized how tired I was,” she said before yawning again and pulling her covers over her, her shoulder length grey hair flopping on her pillow. “I always get so tired early in the day this time of year,” she chuckled as she eased her eyes shut. “On pleasant March days like this.”
* * *
She rumbled in her bed, the weariness long since having left her resilient bones as she tossed herself towards the bed’s edge. She took a deep breath, feeling a good strength pump through her that she hadn’t felt for a long while. She shivered slightly from the excitement. It had been some time since she felt this good. She stretched, a splendid feeling filling her body, as she dangled her legs over the bed’s edge. She rose to her feet, an unusual sliding sound catching her attention, turning to face it, but seeing nothing. It was strange, she could’ve sworn she felt the covers for a second after she had gotten up too. She chose to ignore the obvious hallucination and released another yawn as she moved towards her bathroom.
She glanced out another window in her room, noticing the setting sun. She had apparently slept nearly all the afternoon away. A shame really, but something about the approaching night filled her with some sort of eagerness, which seemed silly since she tended to go to bed not too long after sunset. She entered the bathroom across the room, preparing to enter the bathroom, when she noticed her arm. She blinked as she observed it.
It was slender, soft, and supple, its typical liver spots and wrinkled texture replaced by clear and smooth skin. She looked at it in awe as a flash of red flickered on the edge of her eye. She instinctively pulled at it, pulling the long red strands of hair in front of her eyes. “What is…” she attempted to speak, her voice absent, and her words spoken by a tone she had long since forgotten. She clicked on the switch, illuminating the bathroom, and revealing the true form of the silhouette in the mirror.
Her eyes went wide. “Is that… me?” the familiar voice asked, as the figure in the mirror’s lips moved. But she wasn’t reflected in the mirror. The aged woman’s reflection and voice was replaced by those of a youthful woman with searing red eyes, and a sea of crimson hair that fluttered over her bum. The youthful vixen in the mirror bore a kind of resemblance to who she was as a young woman, but she was different. It was as if all of her features had been used as a base, then refined by some masterful sculptor, thinning her body with the subtlest of cuts, enhancing her curves, making her eyes and hair more vibrant. Her light grey dress, which once hovered just over her feet now seemed to dangle just above her ankles. Her voice even sounded similar, yet distinctively more beautiful than she remembered.
And then there was the other difference. This woman in the mirror bore another striking difference. A pair of pure black wings, on her back, and a separate smaller pair adorning her head. “What happened to me? I’m so young. And I’m…” she eyed her new features. She gently stroked one of her top wings, grazing its soft, thin flesh, a familiar arousal flaring within her. “Am I even human anymore?”
* * *
“Mistress!” A shrill voice summoned the demonic woman from her midday nap. “Wake up! We have stuff we have to do.” She shifted in her seat and stretched in place, giving a long yawn as she settled back into her chair. She rubbed at her eyes a bit, her slitted pupils widening for a moment as they adjusted to the room’s light. Finally her gaze settled on a robed figure.
“Yes, my dear, what is it?”
“You know what it is,” the robe figure huffed, the back of her robe flapping up and down.
“Oh, is my little foxxy getting excited?” the demoness cooed.
“I… uh… y-y’know.” The demoness reveled in how her precious familiar had become easier to fluster lately. “I just want to get this over with.”
“I know. I know. I do too. But we can’t do anything for a bit longer, so please calm down for the moment.”
“How can you be so calm?” Her familiar fumed, her bright violet eyes peaking out of her hood with an intense gaze.
“It’s called patience dear. It’s a bit of a natural trait for someone like me. You should know that already,” she said with a giggle. She approached her short friend and held the girl’s cheek in her hand.
“W-what...”
“Holding out makes the climax a lot more… satisfying,” she said with a devilish chuckle.
“T-that’s not what you were saying a few months ago!” The robed girl countered, her voice trembling as the demoness gently traced her finger down to the girl’s chin. “You were all upset about having to wait.”
“Being teased at climax is pretty frustrating I admit. Being denied it at the time was agonizing, but...” She tilted the girl’s head up and then raised her finger before gently stroking her nose. “...it’s so arousing when you let it simmer.”
“Does everything have to sound so perverse with you, mistress?”
“You know who I am dear,” the demoness teased back. “I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t the giggly mess of a demon I am.”
“Whatever...” the robed woman relented, trying to hide her blushing cheeks. “Regardless, we got a message from Lady Ami earlier. She said they’re ready to proceed with the plan.”
“Oh, that’s excellent news!” The demoness began to grin. “Very well then, I guess we should finish things up on our end too.”