Day 2: Upskirt Possession

Bea let out a sigh as she floated alongside her master. She'd hoped making a contract with someone as... virile as he was, she'd be overfilled with energy, constantly. That he'd be snapping his fingers every few minutes, demanding his balls to be emptied again and again. Instead, he'd force her to wait day-in, day-out; until three days were up, he'd sit down at his computer and let his hand do all the work, using Bea's mouth instead of some paper towel or an old sock. This, however, wasn't the case this time...

"I SAID 'UGGGGGGHHH', MASTER!!" Bea groaned, lightly slapping the back of his head with her spade-tipped tail. "When are these 'the finals' over with?!"

"Friday." Bea's master whispered, his eyes darting around to make sure no one heard him. "Five more days."

"I will LITERALLY die if I wait that long!" Bea whined, holding her bare stomach with both hands as she forced it to loudly grumble. "Master... I'm sooooo-"

"Go... suck someone else's dick, then." Bea's master hissed under his breath.

"Can't." Bea shot back, letting her hands slide down to the heart-shaped "tattoo" just above her womb. "Contract, remember? You feed me your sexual energy, I help you out in so, so many-"

"Mmmhmm." Bea's master grunted, slyly shifting his eyes to the side, just as the loud stomping of shoes got closer. "Hey, what's the-"

"GOT AN EXTENSION!" The friend of Bea's master shouted, forcing Bea's master into a high-five. "Got an extra week for that paper!" She declared, grinning ear-to-ear. "Wanna study for..." She continued, although Bea completely ignored the words coming out of her lips.

Instead, Bea noticed a couple of things. Her master, for one, was practically emanating lust ever since his tanned tomboy of a friend ran up to him. His friend, likewise, was radiating some very pent-up emotions, enough to make the air literally crackle and spark to Bea's eye. And third, his friend had opted for a skirt, almost certainly due to the "heatwave" that Bea's master hadn't shut up about lately. Bea couldn't help but grin as the stars seemed to align for her. Completely and utterly tuning out the humans' ramblings, she floated behind her master's friend and steadily dipped down.

"Adhesive bandages?" Bea muttered, more than a little excited at the woman's alternative choice to any sort of underwear. Licking her lips as one of the bandages slowly drooped down, no doubt due to the sweat covering the body before her, Bea placed both hands on the tanned, toned, pair of supple thighs she was about to "borrow" for a while.

"Erin?" Bea's master asked as his friend shivered suddenly. "You good?"

"Yeah, just... a bit breezy down there, I guess? Not really a skirt person, y'know?" Erin coughed out, unaware and oblivious to the truth. "Sooo... you seen the trailer for... there a fly or something?" She asked, slightly concerned at her friend's frantic attempts to look around. "Dropped your wallet, maybe?"

"Uhhh, yeah, yeah, I-" Bea's master managed to get out before freezing at the swaying, spade-tipped tail peeking out from behind his friend's back. Before he could warn Erin, reprimand Bea, or even think about the latter might be planning, Bea executed that very plan.

Erin had a brief moment, before the sensations hit, in which she wondered how and why her feet were no longer touching the ground. As her legs began to spasm, her hips bucked, and her pussy squirted, however, she no longer wondered much. Moan after moan leaked out of her lips, everyone noticing, and caring, for a millisecond before their minds were forced to realize that everything about the scene right there, on campus was normal. Erin's brain managed to wonder who this "Bea" was and why her friend was shouting her name rather than Erin's, a torrent of jealousy and concern coming with it... only to fade away as a soothing voice echoed inside her head, assuring her that everything was alright...

"There we go!" Bea chirped, giving her borrowed firm a good stretch as her master stood there, mouth agape, a scowl on his face. "What?"

"You... you can do that?! And why-"

"She's super into you, you were getting super horny for her, I need cum or I'll fucking die, badaboom. Perfect solution." Bea interrupted with a sinister grin. "I could add a little amendment to our contract, master... all about how, in return for being able to perceive me, I get to 'clean up' after all the fun you two'll have..."

"...That's-" Bea's master managed to cough out.

"Tell you what, master. I'll wake her mind up, let her take the reins, I'll handle her subconscious and shit... if we go back to your domain RIGHT NOW!" Bea purred, pressing a borrowed finger against her master's hard chest and running it down lower and lower until a teasing grip was around the bulge in his jeans. "Well?" She whispered, her borrowed pussy still dribbling from the intense pleasure her entry had created...

I was torn writing this. On the one hand, tanned tomboys are great. On the other hand, they're not really known for wearing skirts. So... heatwave as an excuse, maybe Erin was trying to be more "girly" around her crush. Logic doesn't matter that much when there's possessor demons who need cum to survive and stuff, I guess. If you want some fine tomboy stuff, I recommend "Ore No Kakkoii Dachi | My Cool Friend" by Darkmaya, just about anything by NesZ, and the "Mesudachi" series by Z-Ton. And Menad is best girl.

My favorite today (hard again btw) is by Glixtr, I love the expressions and that it's most definitely not in a private/secluded area:

https://bsky.app/profile/glixtr.bsky.social/post/3mwvezcbtkc24