Demons Are Only Skin-Deep - Chapter 3

Nadia and Scythia made a beeline for a doorway on the outer circle. As they got closer Scythia realized it was the same one she had seen the two demons disappear down earlier. To the right of it, on the wall, was a touch screen, which Nadia immediately began operating as soon as it was within reach. She tapped and scrolled through various menus with one hand while holding (and occasionally squeezing) Scythia’s hand with the other. Scythia watched in awe. She’d clearly done this before.

“Looks like we’re in luck” Nadia said.

Scythia already felt brimming with luck, but was certainly game for more.

Suddenly, Nadia lurched into a sprint and plunged through the doorway, yanking Scythia in along with her. After a few steps Scythia stumbled, making Nadia giggle, and Scythia giggled right back. Ahead stretched a long, straight hallway flanked on both sides by wooden doors, which whizzed by as they jogged, flying past as blurs of reddish-brown. LED signals hung above each one, just like the dressing rooms, with about half of them sporting red X’s. Scythia looked up. The whole ceiling snaked with tubes of pale neon light, weaving a pastel galaxy with smatterings of LED stars. It was like running and light speed.

Just as the delirium began to truly take hold, Nadia stopped, and it was all Scythia could do not to crash into her.

“This ones ours” Nadia said, still panting.

For a moment neither moved, like both were waiting for some signal by the other, until finally Nadia reached out, grabbed the knob, and turned. With a slight shove, the door swung open with surprising silence considering its size. Scythia glanced inside, but before she could get a good look, Nadia gestured with her hand for Scythia to enter.

Scythia looked at Nadia’s face, and Nadia gave a soft, weak smile. That was it. That was the cue she needed. That assurance. A promise of safety before she crossed the threshold.

Holding herself high, she entered.

The first thing she noticed was the fire crackling in the cobblestone fireplace on the left-hand wall. Next: the faux night sky shining through the fake window on the far end. After that: the luxurious bed on the right covered with a maroon bedspread, framed by four wooden pillars draped with dark green curtains. From the carpet patterned with diamond geometry, to the chandelier giving off a dim orange glow, to the dark, wooden walls mounted with elaborate paintings of biblical battles, it seemed every inch a bedchamber fit for royalty.

Just as Scythia sucked down a deep breath of hearth-tinged air, she heard the door click shut behind her. She didn’t want to turn around, and she didn’t need to. The first thing she felt was the light touch of two hands on her hips, followed quickly by a face and nose burying themselves into the right side of her neck. The sound of her lover’s deep breath right in her ear tore whatever hesitation she had left wide open.

She reached down, gliding her fingertips along the tops of Nadia’s hands. ‘What should I do?’ she thought to herself ‘What should I touch first.’ The possibilities seemed endless. Nadia’s hands rose up along her stomach to just under her breasts, and she began kissing her neck, letting her tongue out just enough to graze her skin.

Scythia wanted to kiss her back. More than anything. Just a taste. When she moved to turn, though, Nadia held her fast.

“Don’t turn around” she said, softly, but sharply.

Scythia obeyed.

Suddenly, Nadia’s hands changed direction, moving down slowly but purposefully until they reached the hem of Scythia’s sweatshirt. As her fingers slid underneath, Scythia lifted her arms high into the air. Nadia began to lift too, struggling somewhat with the awkward positioning but clearly unwilling to step around or back for a better angle. For a second the fabric caught under Scythia’s breasts, pulling them up slightly before dropping them as it slid past. Scythia tilted her head back and forth, hoping it would ease the garment the rest of the way off her head and past her horns. For the arms, Scythia pulled her arms down, tearing the sweatshirt from Nadia’s hands and down in front of her. Scrambling she pulled one sleeve off, then another, before chucking the hoodie to the side.

Immediately, Nadia resumed her assault from behind, kissing the side of Scythia’s face. Her hands slid underneath her arms and around her flanks. Scythia gasped. With one hand Nadia clutched one of her breasts and kneaded, and with the other snaked down her abs and down into her sweatpants, worming their way beneath the waistband and finding her clit with ease.

“I’ll bet I’m the first one to touch you like this, aren’t I?” Nadia whispered.

“Fuck...” Scythia gasped, “oh fuck...”

Nadia chuckled playfully. “Thought so” she said.

Scythia could hear the familiar “schlick” as her juices began to ooze beneath Nadia’s dexterous fingers. Her sanity began to sink beneath a familiar feeling that surged out of her control – or at least out of her control.

Just as Scythia was on the brink of giving in, Nadia released her, pulling her hands away.

“Take off your pants” she said.

Scythia did as she was instructed, kicking off her flip flops and barely getting the waistband past her ass before Nadia’s dropped to kiss her right cheek. As Scythia removed one leg, Nadia worked her way up along the small of her back, and when the other came off, she’d reached her shoulders. Scythia stood there, completely naked save for the demoness who now draped herself over her shoulders.

With gentle guidance Nadia led Scythia to a brass-fringed, full body mirror against the far wall next to the window. It was one thing to be naked alone. What Scythia realized in that moment was the feeling of self-admiration of one’s own body was nothing compared to the feeling of another’s gaze. Between nuzzles, Nadia’s eyes locked hungrily on the red-skinned reflection that looked back at her.

“God, you’re so beautiful” Nadia said, barely finishing her sentence before diving back in face first.

Scythia allowed her to do this for a while, but soon an impatience took hold, and with a sudden motion she spun around. Maybe too sudden.

Nadia looked at her quizzically. Scythia searched for something remotely adequate to say, but coming up short could only say:

“So are you.”

It felt perfunctory, but was clearly the right thing to say, because suddenly Nadia seized Scythia’s face and slammed her mouth onto hers with a force that shocked her, plunging her elongated tongue past her teeth. Scythia clutched her face back, matching her ferocity, until Nadia broke it off and pressed her forehead into Scythia’s.

“You are Scythia” she said, her breath running away with her. “Whoever you were before, you’re Scythia now.”

Scythia, swallowed in a sea of lust, glanced at her reflection again in the mirror, saw what she was doing, and felt it. Her lover was right. There was no James in those eyes. “I am Scythia...daughter of the abyss.”

She faced Nadia again, and for a while the two stayed like this, foreheads locked, each teasing kisses only to break off at the last second, smirking.

“I want to fuck you so bad, Scythia” Nadia whispered “Please please please, I want to eat your pussy so fucking bad. Let me eat your pussy.”

This was it. All Scythia needed to do was say yes.

“I give you permission…” she paused, thinking of how best to phrase it “...to pleasure me.”

Nadia shoved Scythia back, and as she stumbled her legs hit the edge of the bed, throwing her off balance and sending her tumbling backwards with a yelp onto the mattress. The “whump” of her impact on the padded bedspread had barely sounded before Nadia was upon her, kissing her stomach before quickly working her way down.

Scythia just let it happen. Her clawed fingers clutched the bedspread for dear life as Nadia’s inhumanly long and dexterous tongue worked its magic on Scythia’s clit. She wanted to sit up and watch, but whenever she gathered herself enough to move a shock radiated from her pelvis and up her body, causing her muscles to seize.

Scythia’s gasped with ugly, undignified heaves. Her eyes fixed upon an illuminated mural of stars and planets above the bed. No matter how much she kicked, either from a spasm or from adjusting herself, Nadia never let up, and after one particularly strong buck of her hips, Scythia felt Nadia grab her upper thighs, holding them against the protests of her pleasure-soaked muscles.

Scythia’s orgasm came quick, but Nadia didn’t stop.

Scythia had no idea if the room was soundproof or not. Either way she belted her hoarse screams at the top of her lungs as wave after wave of fire surged through her veins. Finally, Nadia relented, releasing Scythia from her oral thrall. Scythia’s soul sank from its heavenly perch, gliding back down to earth, and she suddenly became keenly aware for the first time of her labored panting and the sweat drenching her body. She sat up, propping herself up on her elbows, and saw Nadia smirking between her legs.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Scythia said between pants.

“Once or twice” Nadia said. “I can teach you sometime.”

Scythia dropped back onto her back and let her legs slacken and hang off the end of the bed.

“Maybe later” she said.

For a moment she just laid there. Then she felt the mattress shift, followed by the feeling of Nadia’s skin grazing hers as she climbed lazily up her body. Not moving her head, Scythia’s eyes looked as down as much as they could, then followed Nadia up as she came into view. As Nadia settled, Scythia felt her breasts pressing against hers, and realized it was her time to admire her lover. With one hand she reached around to Nadia’s back, feeling for a zipper. When Nadia realized what she was doing, she pushed herself up, mounting Scythia at the hips, and used her now free hands to reach behind her back and pull the zipper down herself. She shrugged her top’s straps off her shoulders, but allowed Scythia to be the one to remove the rest – which she did with great reverence.

Nadia’s breasts were finally revealed, and they barely seemed to drop even after being held so tightly with her top. Scythia fixated on them, tossing the top to the side off the bed. She sat up, Nadia still straddling her, and began kneading her breasts and kissing her passionately. Scythia felt her desperation to be close to this woman deepen with each plunge of her tongue, but even this seemed inadequate. She needed more, more of her.

“Can I see the rest?” Scythia said.

Nadia stopped, as if Scythia hit on something she was trying to avoid. Scythia thought she may have said something wrong and brought her hands up to lightly hold Nadia’s hips. Nadia took her own hands and laid them on Scythia’s collar bone, bracing herself.

“So, this is just a fair warning, all right?” she paused, collecting herself, recalling something she’d rehearsed in her head “I don’t want to shock you, but my suit isn’t...entirely female. Anatomically I mean.”

It took a few seconds for Scythia to realize what she meant, and when she did, her heart fluttered. Every hang up she’d ever had about sexuality hammered on the door to the space where she’d stuffed them in her heart. Every hypothetical about sex and gender had suddenly been challenged, but on a night like this where she’d already crossed so many lines, what was one more.

Her silence and stillness must have gotten to Nadia because suddenly she began to get up.

“We can stop if you want” she said.

As much as Scythia appreciated her willingness to deescalate for her comfort, she’d already made up her mind. Before her lover could even turn, Scythia snatched her arm and pulled her close. Nadia’s look of surprise turned her on.

“I want it” Scythia hissed urgently into her ear. “I want you inside me”

Nadia looked into her eyes, saw her resolve, then with a smirk stood up on the bed as fast as she could. Gyrating her hips she put her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, tugged outwards, then pulled them down. The fabric rolled over her thighs, revealing a quickly hardening dick right where it would be on a man.

The confusion Scythia had for what she was feeling must have been obvious because Nadia immediately knelt down.

“Don’t worry” Nadia whispered, “you don’t have to suck it or anything if you don’t want.” She kissed Scythia with a strange softness “I’m just gonna shove it so deep into that cute little pussy of yours that it’ll make you cross-eyed.”

Suddenly, she rose up as high as she could while still being on her knees. She ran a finger from Scythia’s flank down to her hips.

“Now...” Nadia said adopting an almost commanding tone “hands and knees please.”

Scythia did as she was ordered, sticking her ass into the air in her lover’s direction. She craned her neck, trying to watch, but when that became too uncomfortable, she simply looked forward and waited. She could feel the mattress shift as Nadia adjusted herself, preparing for entry. Scythia became giddy, and reached behind herself, parting her folds with her fingertips.

Suddenly, she felt something fleshy graze along her outside, probing her entrance. Her breathing quickened. This was it.

“You ready?” Nadia said, petting Scythia’s ass.

Scythia bit her lip lightly, then nodded. The moment she did, Nadia pressed, and Scythia cried out.

It was like a muscle being stretched, one that had never been stretched before. Every inch deeper into Scythia’s sopping wet cunt felt like it was the last inch possible, yet Nadia continued, deeper. It wasn’t painful. The opposite, actually, but it felt weird...and holy shit did it feel good. When Nadia’s penetration finally reached its max depth, Scythia basked in the sheer fullness, but she wanted more. She wanted more of her lover inside her.

Nadia pulled herself out, which brought its own pleasure as the grip of Scythia’s pussy created a kind of drag, like her body was jealously holding Nadia in. Just as Nadia’s tip was just about to escape, she plunged back inside, with even greater speed and force than before, then out, then in, then out again. Scythia went cross-eyed, her arms becoming jello to the point where holding herself became difficult. Nadia never stopped, though. Instead, she growled, like a wild animal.

Minutes passed. Scythia came, then came again, her suited body barely able to keep up with the chemicals wracking her every nerve ending. Her moans sounded almost like crying – and maybe it was. Through all of it, through all the pleasure and exhaustion, there was one feeling that overrode all the others, one feeling she knew in her half-consciousness would stick with her for the rest of her life. It was a feeling she’d been searching for her whole life but had kept down deep in her heart for the sake of her sanity:

She felt wanted.

Suddenly, Nadia stopped pumping, letting out an ugly groan as she clasped her hands tightly around Scythia’s hips and shoved herself as deep as she possibly could. Scythia only half registered what was going on, but the first thing she felt was Nadia’s dick pulsating within her. She bit her lip, bracing in what was about to come – and come it did. After the third or fourth pulse the first streams of fluid ejaculated into her womb. Then another load, then another. Every pulse brought wave after wave of cum into her, and with each one Scythia basked in the all-encompassing feeling of being filled, of being marked, of being taken.

Nadia’s growls became screams as her orgasm kept going and going, well past human limits. One spasm forced Nadia to release her grip, and the next one caused her to slip out. Before Scythia could even think to move, ropes of sticky cum shot out, coming down onto the comforter and the back of her legs. Nadia toppled backwards, eyes closed, still going.

“Fuck!” Scythia yelled, fumbling through her mental haze.

Overwhelmed, she scrambled around, taking shots to her stomach and breasts as she desperately tried to mount Nadia and take her back inside her until she’d finished. Haphazardly, she grabbed Nadia’s cock, lined herself up and lowered herself down, and as Nadia re-entered her, the globs of oozing white dribbling down out of Scythia’s vaginal canal were forced back in, with only the seal of her pussy lips keeping everything inside. Scythia savored the dozen or so pumps that followed as best she could, but eventually the flow of seed subsided, and Nadia’s noises grew softer, replaced by raspy breathing.

Then, Nadia laughed, and Scythia couldn’t help but laugh with her. How could they not? For something Scythia had felt so serious about before now it sure did feel silly. And if she was honest, looking down at the partner she shared it with, that was just fine with her.

“I think I’m done” Nadia said.

Scythia looked down at Nadia’s pelvis, slathered in a thick layer of ejaculate, then at herself, where even more trickled between the sealed seams of her still-dick-filled pussy and from her breasts. Pools of it had even formed on the bedspread around her legs, sticking her legs to the fabric.

“Yeah, I think you are” she said.

Nadia shifted and Scythia unmounted, letting Nadia’s dick slide out with a “schlick.” Nadia took a few more deep breaths, then swung her legs around until they hung off the end of the bed, and Scythia crawled on her hands and knees to her side, swinging her own legs over so that she could sit right next to her. Scythia looked at Nadia with pleading eyes, but Nadia didn’t look at her back. An ache filled Scythia’s heart. She wanted to keep touching Nadia, exploring her. Tentatively, she crept her fingers like a spider until they crawled onto Nadia’s hand. That was all it took, and the relief Nadia’s smile gave Scythia was instantaneous.

Nadia reached up and pressed her palm on Scythia’s cheek, her fingertips slipping between strands of her mussed up hair. Scythia bowed her head towards her, and Nadia did the same, until both rested their foreheads on the other’s. For a while, they remained like this, panting.

“Let’s wash up, all right?” Nadia said.

“Ok” Scythia replied.

They both stood, hand in hand, and crossed the room to another door tucked away in the far-right corner near the fireplace. Nadia pulled it open, revealing a shower room much like one of the dressing rooms they came in. The sudden change in ambiance pulled Scythia right out of her dream-like fugue state, but the feel of Nadia’s hand gripping hers kept her tethered just enough.

Crossing the white linoleum, they approached walk-in shower. Nadia entered first, then guided Scythia in after her. Nadia fiddled with the glass-looking plastic knobs until water came gushing out the shower head right into Scythia’s face. She gasped, then laughed. Steam immediately filled the room. This water was likely far hotter than any human could handle, but since neither of them were human, it was merely pleasantly hot.

Before Scythia could fully sink into the waterfall’s tingling embrace, Nadia grabbed her face and kissed her again.

“Turn around” she said.

Scythia did so without question. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nadia grab a towel from the nearby rack. Soon, she felt it’s soft, shaggy texture glide down her back. There was no rush. Each stroke of the fabric came with its own deliberate sensuality. Eventually Nadia reached around to Scythia’s front and wiped the gobs of cum that had coagulated and draped themselves on Scythia’s breasts.

“I’ve been having a really great time, you know” Scythia said.

Nadia didn’t say anything for a moment, which made Scythia nervous.

“Yeah, same” she finally said, and Scythia relaxed.

Scythia suddenly felt a gross sensation in her womb. She looked down and saw driblets of cum oozing from her now unplugged pussy.

“How long is this stuff going to be coming out of me” she said.

“Give it a few minutes” Nadia said, not stopping her wiping “The suit’s lining absorbs most of it.”

Nadia gave a few more wipes, then tossed the towel aside onto the tile floor outside the shower, then leaned forward, pressed herself up against Scythia’s back, and rested her head on her right shoulder. Her hands wrapped around Scythia’s midsection, meeting in the front before lightly clasping together over her navel. Scythia brought one of her own hands up and laid it on top of hers, and for a while the two just stood there, swaying.

“Can I ask you something” Scythia said.

“Yeah” Nadia said.

Scythia paused, realizing that her question might cross some boundaries. Before she could fully stop herself, though, the words spilled from her brain and out her mouth.

“I’m just trying to wrap my head around all this...I just got fucked by a dick. I mean I’ve never even been attracted to guys before, but your body it’s...I mean...”

Nadia loosened her hold on Scythia and stepped back. In a panic, Scythia spun around.

“You’re wondering what I am under here aren’t you?” Nadia said flatly.

Scythia didn’t say anything, not knowing if the question offended her or not.

“Yeah, anatomically the human under this skin is female” Nadia said, the words getting stuck somewhat in her throat. “Guessing you're a male human under there, right?”

Scythia hesitated but realized that not saying anything would only be more hurtful – not to mention hypocritical.

“Yeah” she said, weakly. “That obvious?”

“I don’t usually get that question from folks with female humans inside them” Nadia said with a slight smirk “...and yea, it was.”

The two stood a foot apart, facing each other, the water still cascading down around them.

“I’m sorry” was all Scythia could think to say.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it” Nadia said smiling softly “I know you’re just scared.” She places her hand gently on Scythia’s face and Scythia leans into it. “Just don’t go telling anyone, all right?”

Relief washed over Scythia. The night wasn’t ruined after all.

“I won’t” Scythia said.

Nadia wrapped one arm around Scythia and pulled her in slowly for a hug,

“Forget about the person underneath” she whispered into her ear “That’s not me. That’s not who I am.” With her other hand she slipped her fingers into Scythia “I’m Nadia.”

Scythia began panting at the sudden intrusion.

“O.k, NadiaaHHHH.”

Scythia practically collapsed in her arms as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her, but Nadia held her up.

“And you’re Scythia”

Her fingering grew more intense. Scythia started seeing stars.

“I am Scythia” she gasped as the last of her wits left her.

Nadia forced Scythia back against the shower wall with her whole body, nibbling her neck and ear, furiously jamming and wiggling her fingers inside her pussy.

“Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!” Scythia mewled.

And fuck her she did, only now they were able to be face-to-face and watch as every last ounce of self-control faded in the other’s eyes...at least when they weren’t kissing. Positioning was difficult, but luckily, they were around the same height so with a little creativity Nadia was able to align herself just right to give Scythia her all.

Scythia was worried at first. She’d heard that water made for a terrible lubricant, but after the first few smooth entries she figured some tech-sorcery with the suits made that a non-issue. The heat of their bodies and the heat of the water rose with each thrust. The harder they clasped together, the more the two melted into each other. One being one heart – at least for the time being.

After Nadia came, they slowed and came apart. No need for clean-up, the water that poured over their shapely bodies did that work for them.

Nadia, panting from the exertion, stepped out of the shower first, grabbing a towel and giving herself a once over before the suit did the rest. Her suit dried so fast that Scythia hadn’t even gotten out of the shower yet before the process was done. Nadia didn’t look at Scythia at first, and Scythia wondered if suits with male orgasms also gave their hosts refractory periods. If it did it certainly wasn’t long. Within moments of Scythia emerging, Nadia looked at her and smiled, her desire seemingly undimmed.

“Come to bed with me, all right?” Nadia said.

The words made Scythia’s heart flutter again, but before she could even think to say 'of course my love,' Nadia had already walked out of the room, leaving Scythia alone. Scythia dried herself as quickly as she could, not wanting to wait for the suit to do it for her. A peculiar fear clutched at her heart. It took a moment for her to realize that it wasn’t Nadia’s absence that frightened her most – though she did dread it – more so it was the fear of how immediately that desperation set in.

Returning to the room she saw Nadia, still naked, lying on the right side of the bed, under the covers, facing inwards. The top layer of blankets, which had been soaked with their fluids, sat in a heap in the corner of the room. Scythia tried to play it cool, approaching with a slow confident gait and coy sidelong glances, but that confidence was immediately shattered when one of those glances spotted Nadia’s smile broadening with very apparent amusement. She kept the show up, though, if only to keep that amusement aloft, until she reached the edge of the bed.

With one hand she lifted the covers and carefully sat down before slipping underneath. Immediately she faced Nadia, who had shifted closer so that when Scythia turned, she was already right there. Nadia kissed her tenderly, as if to say ‘the fucking is over. Time for something deeper.’ Scythia felt disquieted by this, and despite her best attempts to quash those feelings down she found it difficult to stay still and look Nadia in the eye. Nadia seemed to sense this and furrowed her brow.

“What’s up” she said.

Scythia didn’t want to say but knew the rest of her night depended on her answering.

“Can I ask you something?” she said. “Something else?

Nadia didn’t say yes or no, but shifted herself to face Scythia more directly, which Scythia took to mean yes.

“Why did you pick me?” Scythia said.

Nadia furrowed her brow further and smiled just enough to show her fangs.

“What do you mean?”

Scythia felt vulnerable, more than she had the whole night. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, hoping each time that the right words would come out, until eventually she realized she would have to force them.

“There were...so many others out there who were…hotter, more experienced, more...into it.” she braced herself as the real question erupted to the surface. “Why me?” At first Nadia said nothing “Was it just because I was new, or...”

“Kinda” Nadia interrupted. She gently stroked Scythia’s shoulder. “I guess I try not to think too much about this stuff, you know? When I saw you in that hallway I...felt something, and it was pretty obvious you did too.” She ran her fingers through Scythia’s hair. “The rest was easy.”

They kissed again, and Scythia rolled onto her other side, inviting Nadia to hold her, which she quickly did. Scythia couldn’t help but smile as she felt Nadia’s breath faintly tease at the nape of her neck and the rhythmic pressure of her chest expanding and contracting against her back.

No more words were shared. They didn’t need to be. For the better part of an hour, they did nothing – or at least it would look like nothing to the outside observer. To them though, every second was filled with little intimacies. A breath on the ear here, a touch on the hip there, a toe tickling on the sole of a foot. It felt like they were speaking a secret language with their bodies, a language Scythia somehow knew on instinct. In that moment she felt like the luckiest person alive, and it was with these thoughts coursing through her head, wrapped in Nadia’s arms, that she finally drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.

* * * * *

A series of soft, digital tones sounded from an unseen speaker. Scythia stirred, squirming in her brain’s waking murk. A robotic voice said something about “the club closing soon” and that all guests should “make their way to their changing rooms,” but it barely registered.

With every passing second consciousness returned to her, and each second came more questions. For one, why she wasn’t in her own bedroom, and why did she have the body of a voluptuous sex goddess, but as she shifted under the heavy blankets the memories eventually fell back into their proper place.

There was just one problem, though. Where was Nadia?

The way the blankets were draped over her didn’t suggest another person was under them, and when she rolled over, sure enough, Nadia wasn’t there.

She quickly sat up, head darting, searching the room, confused. Seeing nothing, she pulled the blanket off and swung her legs off the side of the bed, stood, and made her way to the bathroom. She opened the door. The lights were off. No Nadia.

Scythia paced the room, unsure what to do, until she spotted a folded piece of paper on the nightstand she was pretty sure wasn’t there before. She carefully picked it up, unfolded it, and read:

Sorry I couldn’t stay. I would have said goodbye, but I didn’t want to wake you (you’re really cute when you sleep). Everything is paid for, so when you’re ready to leave there’s nothing you’ve gotta do.

Hope you had a fun first night,

Nadia

P.S: You’re on the forums, right? My user code is 039794. Message me?

Scythia read it again, then one more time before setting it back on the nightstand. She walked over to the corner of the room where her clothes sat in a messy heap, grabbed the wrinkled garments, and slipped them on, followed by her flip flops.

She paced around the room again, soaking it all in. Again, it felt like she was waking up from some kind of dream, only now she didn’t have Nadia to tether her, so staying in this room as long as she dared was an attempt to cling onto whatever specific memories and feelings she could before they slipped away. Eventually, though, she accepted the futility of it and made her way towards the exit, but stopped, then walked quickly to the bedside table, and snatched the note from Nadia and stuffed it into her sweatshirt pocket.

The journey back down the corridor towards the main hall was sobering. What had first seemed like a wondrous kaleidoscope of light and color was now just a kitschy tunnel of neon fixtures and cheap LEDs. Even the carpet pattern seemed like something out of a cheap 90’s arcade. She tried jogging to recreate a fragment of her experience the night before, but nothing sparked. She suddenly realized no music pumped from the main hall, meaning the only sounds were the slaps of her footsteps and her breathing.

When she finally emerged into the main hall she turned and began making her way towards the elevator door to the changing rooms, but before she even made it five steps:

“Well well, seems like you had a good night” a familiar voice called out from across the room.

Scythia looked and saw Puck sitting on a stool, leaning backwards on the bar. With one hand he lifted a half-filled glass in the air loosely.

“To Scythia!” he announced with a drunken slur “happy birthday!”

He took a swig, finishing the drink. Scythia’s eyes scanned the room, and she saw a handful of demons still nestled in booths, some sleeping, some lounging half-awake, and one pair lazily making out completely undressed.

“We’ll be seeing you again” Puck said, drawing her attention back to him.

Scythia smirked.

“Maybe.”

Puck smirked even wider.

“No, no...” he points to her “...you’ll be back. You’ll try to stay away but you’re hooked, just like the rest of us.”

“Sure” she said trying to play her exit off cool. She only made it three steps this time before Puck called out again:

“I bet you think Nadia loves you, don’t you?”

Scythia stopped instantly, but quickly resumed walking, not wanting Puck to think she’d heard him. When she reached the elevator, though, she thought she heard Puck chuckling.

As she listened to the mechanical whir of the elevator machinery bringing her ride down, Scythia could feel the blood rush to her face as Puck’s word buried themselves in her vulnerable psyche. ‘Of course I don’t think Nadia loves me’ she thought ‘we only just met for fuck’s sake.’ The more she dwelt on it, though, the idea of never seeing Nadia again seemed to gnaw at her. She gave her her forum ID, though. That had to mean something.

Right?

The ding of the elevator interrupted her train of thought, which gave her a chance to shove it down. She stepped in, turned, let the doors close, and just like that, Club Tartarus vanished.

The ride up and the walk back to her changing room were uneventful, her mind now occupied by what she would do when she got back to it. Obviously her five hours were up, so she could remove the suit now, but a question nagged her. Did she want to? Of course she did, all reason told her she should. It would be her last chance to remove the suit until she got home and the last thing she wanted was to try and get back inside without being seen. Still, something about being her other self here felt wrong. There was a separation, at least in her mind, that she wasn’t keen to dismantle, at least not yet.

She finally reached her door, and after placing her thumb in the indent, the lock clicked, and she opened the door and went inside. First thing she did was go to her locker and grab her things, in part because she wasn’t sure her human thumbprint would work, and also to delay her decision just a bit longer. She thought of showering again, just to spend a little more time in this body, but realized, just like with the room she’d spent the night in, lingering did nothing but put off the inevitable.

She faced the mirror wall, looked at her face and her body one more time before kicking off her flip flops, stripping her sweatshirt again, then her sweatpants. Standing there, naked, made the tug of her – of Scythia – even stronger. What was she waiting for? She had to do it. It wasn’t like she couldn’t put the suit on later. In fact, she could probably do it as soon as she got home.

That wasn’t true, though, and she knew it. Physically she could, but she knew James was going to have a tough time processing this. What she did just on this first outing was beyond anything he was prepared to do, and Scythia knew that he was going to need some time before diving into her skin again.

But it had to be done.

She couldn’t hide from it anymore.

She just…

...had…

…to do it…

...

She took a deep breath.

“All right” she said.

She brought her hands up to the nape of her neck, and after two more deep breaths pressed her fingers in as hard as she could. After about five seconds her claws finally pierced the skin. She couldn’t stop. She knew that if she let go now the skin would re-knit itself, so she pulled and pulled and pulled as hard as she could.

Slowly the hole where her fingers penetrated got wider and wider, and it was at about two inches wide that she felt the first tingles of reversion in her face. Her groan began to warble as the voice modulator detached and the mouth tube begin to slip. Darkness encroached on the edges of her vision, and her hearing grew muffled as the suit’s ears became more and more unable to feed their signal. The skin began to peel off, like old glue or tape.

None of it hurt, of course, but it was uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough that thoughts of leaving it on came back in force. After all, the bio-lock didn’t reset until after genital detachment, so there would be no five hour wait if she just wanted to do it later. All of these thoughts were subsumed, however, by a sudden, intense desire for her to see her human face again. As irrational as it was, a part of her felt worried that there was no trace of James left inside of her.

Pulling the mask forward and her head back the skin gave way inch by inch, until suddenly, the rate of detachment accelerated in a way Scythia wasn’t prepared for. All at once the whole of the front of the mask ripped off, and the tubes in her mouth and nose slipped frictionlessly out of their orifices. James gasped and gagged, dropping the mask on top of his breasts. His eyes took a moment to adjust, but after blinking a few times they refocused enough that James could see his male, human face again. Despite being Scythia from the neck down, he realized his fears were unfounded, and that she was gone, at least for now. He was James again.

For a moment James stood there, taking in the absurd sight of his head on her body. He did a slight pose, popping his hip and placing his palms on them, and felt a slight flare of Scythia lick his heart. Maybe if his shave was a little cleaner he could have pulled it off.

He brought his claws up to the back of the suit’s neck again and resumed tearing. The sound of the suit’s bio-mesh seam coming apart almost sounded like snapping, like the material was reluctant to come apart. With each inch, though, he felt the suit decompress and the neural connection between him and his demon skin lessen. He peeled the shoulders off, then detached the breasts, which then pulled the front of the suit down with their weight. Almost immediately the suit’s sleeves seemed to loosen, releasing his arms, though he still had to pinch the tips of the fingers like gloves to loosen those. When the first hand came out, he held it up to the light, like he did when he first put the suit on. A sudden relief washed over him, an assurance that yes, he was, still there, and he had not, in fact, been swallowed up. He did the same with the other arm, then continued, until he got to his waist, where the suit suddenly gave firm resistance.

He counted down: “three, two, one.”

He yanked forward, pulled, and gasped. His pelvic muscles clenched as his synthetic vagina and anal insert slid out of his body, while his dick slid out of its sheath at the same time. It felt weird, but not entirely unpleasant.

His dick came out first, and when the tip emerged a trail of cum followed, dribbling along the inside lining of the suit. He wasn’t keen on the idea of cleaning up, but even as he watched, the stringy globs of white sank into the membrane of the suit before vanishing completely.

The vaginal tube detached next, followed by the one in his ass. James could hear the squelching of the two tendrils compressing back into their original states, and while both entry points tingled, everything seemed otherwise normal.

James sat down to remove the rest. The legs loosened, just like the arms, but were still tight enough that he needed to roll the legs of the suit down like leggings. Eventually he reached his toes which, like his fingers, he pinched loose before grabbing the edges of the opening and pulling until one foot popped out. As soon as the other foot came off, he dropped the whole mass on the floor, where it immediately crumpled in a vibrant, crimson heap.

James sat there, looking at the pile, his breaths long and his heartbeat hard. He turned towards the mirror. There he was, skinny old James. No trace of the fluid lining of the suit seemed left on his skin, but a slight antiseptic smell still lingered, and he wasn’t sure whether it came from him or the suit. He lifted a leg up and pulled his sack back so that he could see where his vagina was. At first it looked like nothing was there at all, but the longer he looked the clearer he could see a faint line along his perineum running from his dick to his ass. He still didn’t understand how it all worked, and frankly, didn’t want to.

Dropping his leg, he stood and almost immediately toppled over, his mind still expecting the weight of Scythia’s breasts and ass. Once he regained his balance, he grabbed his clothes, which fit him normally now – though maybe a bit looser thanks to Scythia’s stretching. Finally, he bent down and grabbed Scythia’s skin, which he first adjusted so that it returned to its natural, not-inside-out shape, then carefully folded it so that it was as compact as he could make it. He tried to be as nonchalant and matter-of-fact as he could handling it, but even just touching it again caused his breath to catch in his chest. The seeds of the urge to wear it again were already germinating, but for now were weak enough that he could push it down.

Gathering up all his stuff he gave the room a once over, making sure he wasn’t leaving anything behind, then made for the elevator. Halfway through his ride up, he realized he should probably pull his hood up, not wanting anyone else who was also exiting to see him and recognize his outfit or the skin he was holding. When the door opened, he made a beeline for his car, eyes fixed forward. Ten feet out he unlocked the car with his fob, then once he reached it, he opened the backseat door, and carefully placed the skin on the floor behind the driver’s seat before pulling an old tarp he had over top of it. It was crude, but it was the best way he could think to hide it from potential prying eyes.

Once he got into the driver’s seat and closed the door, a sudden calm washed over him. Though he was by himself for most of his journey out, it was only now, in the relative safety of his own car, that he finally felt truly alone again.

Pulling out, he rounded his way up the winding garage. A car pulled out in front of him, and while he tried his best not to look into their cab, feeling discretion was appropriate, his eyes darted with an involuntary glance, and he caught just a glimpse the human in the cab. They had their hood up, just like him, and when they turned to check their rear as they backed out James saw their face was covered with a cloth face mask. Smart. James would have to try that next time.

‘Next time...’ he thought ‘why am I thinking of next time.’

Once the other car began its ascent, James resumed his, trailing close behind. After rounding the last corner before the exit, James expected to see daylight pouring in, but it wasn’t. It was only then that he realized he hadn’t checked the time once – or his phone for that matter – since he’d arrived. He looked at his cars clock and saw the time: 6:03am. Barely sunrise.

The other car pulled up to the booth, and immediately the boom lifted for them. James followed right behind, half expecting the voice of the booth operator to come on the intercom and say ‘have a good day,’ but there was nothing. Just silence. Instead, the boom simply rose, and James guided his vehicle slowly through and out into the pre-dawn light.

He noticed another car pulling up behind him. He wondered if it was Nadia – or rather the human inside Nadia – and took a quick glance in the rearview mirror, only to have the car vanish from view as he crested the lip of the ramp into the parking lot.

‘Of course it’s not Nadia’ James thought ‘she left a while ago; she wouldn’t just be leaving now...’

Not stopping, James slowly crept his car around the building and towards the main road. He saw the ‘Anti-Demon League’ booth, only now two women in plain, floral print dresses sat side by side in their chairs behind the table. Mercifully his car was soundproof enough that he couldn’t make out what they called out to him as he passed, and seeing nobody coming either way, Sam sped up and turned right onto the road to avoid finding out.

He looked into the rearview one more time and saw the car that was following him pull out onto the road too, and for a split second he hoped they’d turn and follow him.

‘It’s not Nadia’ he said ‘your brain is just fried. Don’t even think about it.’

It didn’t matter anyways. It turned left, speeding off in the opposite direction.

James got his attention back on the road just in time to see the red light he was about to plow through. He stomped his breaks hard. Adrenaline surged through his body as momentum jerked his body forward. He leaned on the wheel, collecting himself, and his mind began to drift. He didn’t think about his job, or his home, or his shitty landlord, or even what he was going to have for breakfast. The only thought that occupied him was: ‘am I going to put it on again today?’ He couldn’t deny there was already a part of himself that wanted to, but in the growing daylight it seemed the part that wanted some space from his other self took primacy.

The light turned green, and James continued on, eventually reaching the ramp and pulling onto the highway. Within minutes the sun began to peek over the horizon, and the less vivid memories from the night before began receding, feeling more like a dream than ever. Even as he passed the spot where he...she was pulled over the night before, it all felt vague, like it had happened to another person.

James already knew what the rest of his day would look like. He’d get home, grab one of the reusable shopping bags he kept on the floor of the passenger seat, and stuff the suit inside. Then, as casually as he could, he’d make his way up to his apartment. He’d then take that bag, bury it deep in his closet where he wouldn’t have to think about it, then take the box it came in, along with all the foam peanuts that had spilled onto his floor, and throw them out. He’d then go back inside, maybe eat a bit of breakfast, then go to his bed and lie in it. Just lie in it. Maybe for the next five – even ten hours. Maybe he’d fall asleep, maybe he wouldn’t. Either way he knew he’d have to just ride these feelings out like always. Whatever his brain could do to process things, re-align his world a bit.

For now, though, barreling down the highway at 70 miles an hour, he tried his best to stuff it all down and not think about it at all, because boy oh boy was there a lot to think about.