With effort, I withdrew from Lola’s delicious cunt and sat back on my haunches. For just a brief second, I was thrilled to catch sight of her sweet slit, before she shifted. I could see that she was, indeed, leaking my fluids. I hummed to myself for a moment, pleased with my work. MINE.

I ran a claw along my slowly softening phallus, gathering our mixed desire. Content, I popped my finger into my mouth, relishing the addition of the sweetest vanilla to my unexciting flavor-

It was then that reality hit me like a blow to the face. The woman before me wasn’t Lola, she was (Y/N)!

Pits! I’d done it again! How was that even possible? I scowled, scrunching up my tail, shocked at my weakness-

“Andy, are you alright?” (Y/N) was curled up at the end of the couch, and I caught a whiff of her concern. It was hard not to scoff as I sensed her worry that she hadn’t been satisfying to me. How ironic, when it was I that had completely failed her!

I needed a moment to gather my thoughts. I forced a serene smile, not wanting my little plum to feel inadequate. “Perhaps I could fetch us bathroom tissues? I fear I’ve charred your divan, but there’s no need to stain it as well. Just relax, my fairest blossom, I’ll be back in two shakes of an imp’s tail.” I bought myself time to think by walking like a human, hoping (Y/N) wouldn’t notice.

It made no sense that I still existed, after what I’d done! Demonic contracts can’t be broken! My mind raced for an explanation, terrified that every second might be my last…

As I dabbed myself clean in the water closet, a strange possibility came to me. Perhaps, when my intent was to make good on our agreement, that was sufficient to save me? Or, perchance, my implementation was bare bones adequate, so long as (Y/N) was fulfilled, pleased by me?

I had no way of knowing, but it hardened my resolve to never bring up Lola to (Y/N), not even indirectly. Should (Y/N) become unhappy with me, it would surely be the last straw. And telling anyone that I kept hallucinating one of her kin when we fornicated seemed highly unlikely to make anyone happy, regardless of how distantly related.

These thoughts ate away at me as I brought (Y/N) back an entire box of tissue. I felt strangely vulnerable and conflicted, despite having reasoned everything out in my mind. I presented the box to (Y/N) with a little bow, still feeling anxious. “My lady.”

(Y/N) took the box and set it down. Was she refusing my offer? Was I so usele-

“What’s wrong, Andy?” Her normally cool touch on my arm was slightly warmer from the fervor of our union, and it felt so welcome and soothing. It made me feel... a pronounced desire for closeness. But not the frenzied intimacy brought about by carnal delights. I realized, mildly horrified, that I wanted to snuggle!

Clearly, this was the influence of the illness that affected me. Be it madness or a transformation of my brain, it had taken control! Human females, as a rule, coveted post-coital intimacy, after all. I thought about the bizarre, effeminate feelings I’d been having of late, along with my hallucinations, and I was gripped by a terrible fear. What was I to do?

(Y/N) smiled at me, her brown eyes infinite pools of understanding and acceptance. I could feel her love in her touch.

I sighed. Clearly, it was useless to fight the impulse, I was too weak. Hopefully, if I became a human woman in body as well as mind, (Y/N) would somehow learn to accept me. Even as I grew wrinkly and saggy… I frowned at that idea, feeling an even more pressing urge to cuddle and be comforted, facing such a daunting fate! Either I would die from failure to uphold my side of the contract, or as an old, human woman! Pits!

I squared my shoulders bravely. “Truth be told, I have a request.” (Y/N) took in my grave expression and nodded for me to go on. “I wish to make haste to the bedroom, where I can lay in your embrace in a proper fashion. Perhaps for some time. If that is acceptable, mistress?”

(Y/N) smiled! “Of course! Let’s go!” She rose and gripped my hand, grinning puckishly at me. Instantly, I felt reassured. A part of me noticed that she forgot the tissues I had brought her, and was perversely pleased. I liked the idea of my seed flowing down from her delicate crease to coat her buttocks and legs…

As soon as we were settled in her bed, with her head curled on my chest, I felt such peace! With (Y/N) at my side, I felt I could do anything, face down any foe. I cherished the simplicity of her touch, feeling her pulse against my breast. Though her natural, floral smell was perhaps an unfortunate inheritance, I admitted, to myself alone, that I savored it.

In (Y/N)’s arms, I felt a strange closeness born not of the promise of sexual deeds, but from something else. She made my chest and stomach feel light and warm. I wondered if it was further confirmation of my impending transformation into a woman. Or perhaps it was all the human foodstuff she had been feeding me?

Notes

Comments and whatnot are always appreciated. Especially on this, my special-yet-little-loved bebe!

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As my arch-nemesis has also mentioned in her notes recently, there is a petition online to ask the electoral college to change their votes to reflect the will of the majority/popular vote. They certainly are allowed to do this, and even in states where they are not supposed to, they only need pay a fine. Additionally, in several key states ('won' by trump, including Pennsylvania), the validity of the electronic voting has recently been called into question.

Thus, it is the only just course of action to sign the following petition. It already has the support of well over 1% of the USA's population, which is record-breaking:

Electoral College: Make Hillary Clinton President on December 19, 2016