Day 23: Long Term Effects

Wakaba slowly exhaled, biting her bottom lip as she slowly pulled her fingers out of herself. Staring at them for a moment, she slowly brought them up to her waiting tongue and shuddered as the sweet taste filled her mouth. Closing her eyes, she began to moan and murmur to herself, rocking her hips as the tingles of pleasure raced up and down her body. It was only when she heard a frustrated sigh from the bedroom doorway that Wakaba forced herself out of the fantasy, just in time for the room to fill with a bright golden light before Wakaba found herself ecstatically choking on a thick, musky rod...

It'd all started several years prior, when Wakaba had woken up halfway across the world, just outside a half-abandoned shrine on the outskirts of Kyoto. Having absolutely no idea where she was or how she'd gotten there, Wakaba opted to go up to the shrine and see if anyone was there. That, however, turned out to be a mistake, as a fox-eared woman with a golden aura around her suddenly apparated in front of her, shouting at Wakaba in a language that she didn't understand. Assuming that she was in the midst of a dream, Wakaba tried to pinch herself... except her hand wasn't her own, with long, sharp nails and her skin a darker, almost reddish tan.

Wakaba tried, despite the language barrier, to ask for any sort of explanation and for the fox-eared woman to stop her barrage of arrows made of light. Instead, however, the fox-eared woman began chanting something, pausing just as Wakaba felt herself unable to move, frozen mid-jump from another light arrow barrage. Rather than being disintegrated from yet another volley, however, Wakaba felt herself speed through the air and directly towards the fox-eared woman. Instead of knocking her over, however, Wakaba simply sank into the fox-eared woman, her vision shifting the second she vanished inside.

It took Wakaba a few moments of standing there, blinking and breathing, to realize she had an extra set of ears. The second set was atop her head, just as fluffy as the fox-eared woman's set looked. And... after reaching up and touching them, it clicked for Wakaba what had happened, even if it didn't make a lick of sense. So, unsure of what to do, she crossed her arms... making a note of how big "her" breasts were, and sat down on the bottom step of the shrine, hoping that sooner or later she'd wake up in her own bed and have to decode her subconscious' machinations at a later date. Only a few moments of sitting there, arms awkwardly crossed, her mind racing, she noticed something... peculiar with her new state. Something that resulted in her slowly spreading her legs apart, glancing back and forth a few times to make sure no one was near, and then bringing a hand to soothe the hot, aching need in her groin. A few minutes into her... "soothing," however, just as the relief began to build up in her toes, the disappointed sound of someone clearing their throat made Wakaba slam her legs shut and pretend that she was just dealing with an itch... a knuckle-deep itch, apparently.

The source of the interruption claimed to be some sort of "local God," the same as the fox-eared woman that Wakaba had possessed. And, somehow, it was Wakaba's fault that the fox-eared woman opted to seal Wakaba inside herself and, furthermore, managed to bungle it up and place Wakaba in control. And, to further complicate things, Wakaba was apparently some sort of succubus, probably the result of a succubus attempting to possess a woman to hide away, not realizing the woman was pregnant, and accidentally "merging" with the unborn child inside the woman. As much as Wakaba wanted to ask for a more simple explanation or to get any sort of evidence or anything, however, she could only sit there and nod along, not really paying much attention, as the aching grew worse and worse by the second. It was around then that the self-proclaimed local God began to postulate that the strange sort of merging between Wakaba, the succubus that had possessed her in the womb, and the fox-eared woman would have some pretty noticeable side effects that would only grow more evident and prominent with time... right before Wakaba pounced and blacked out.

It wasn't until sunrise the next day that Wakaba woke up, in a corner of the mostly-abandoned shrine. The "local God" was below her, unconscious and groaning in their sleep, obviously drained from what Wakaba had done to them. Wakaba could still feel a bit of stickiness between her legs and turned beet red, only then realizing what she'd heard about side effects and all that. So, she wasted no time in shaking the "local God" awake, demanding a way to undo her current situation...

It turned out that reverting the situation was impossible, at least in the short term. It'd take decades, if not centuries, that Wakaba now had, to untangle the "hot mess" that was her soul. Every passing day, her "condition" would worsen, turning her into more and more of a sex-addled mess. A mess that, if left to her own devices, would end up draining entire cities dry before realizing what she'd done. A mess that meant the "local God" was stuck with her, allegedly just to handle her continually rising lust until he could liberate his fellow "God" from Wakaba's soul. A mess that meant the "local God" would walk into their shared apartment, grumble about the reeking stench of sex, and fill Wakaba up to the brim so Wakaba could actually be lucid for even just a bit of time...

Interesting time writing this chapter, trying to figure out the reason for the "Long Term Effects" in the first place and balancing that with some of the side prompts, hopefully the whole gradually-increasing lust and all that is enough of an effect over time. Definitely think the whole mixture of a succubus, (probably) a kitsune, and a random woman all into one body is pretty interesting, although I'm sure that someone has drawn something along those lines before, probably as a mid-2000s OC on deviantart or something, lol.

Anyway, my favorite piece for today's prompt is by SinSapphic, which is a sequel to their piece for Day 22 as well. I really like how this piece has the long term effects shown by the possessed person being "stretched out" but especially the transition to their hair and tongue being made of slime, big fan of the piece:

https://x.com/SinSapphic/status/2113798506968490331/photo/1