Okay, for realzies this time

I strutted like a slutty princess down the street. Soaking in the stares and shushed whispers. I swayed my hips and twirled my tail, causing my skirt to swish wildly, promising a glimpse it never delivered. I had to use the Ring to suppress my erection. I couldn't suppress my smile.

I loved all the reactions people gave, from lust to outrage, fear and envy, even stark disbelief was arousing. I did have to swat away a hand from one grungy looking dude who tried grabbing my tail, but the thought being desired like that made it little more than an annoyance.

I remembered to practice with the ring by removing acne and every scar I came across, I even healed one girl's broken arm!

Occasionally I heard frustrated confusion from those who tried to take pictures and video, but only got distorted or obviously fake images back. The slowly increasing heat from the Ring made sure of that.

(Don't look at me like that! I'm a flighty exhibitionist! Not an idiot who'd walk in front a crowd in broad daylight! Any rumors to the contrary are nothing but lies and slander!)

It was actually an interesting puzzle to solve, I couldn't affect anything belonging to or touching a man, even holding hands made things iffy. So I had to make it an ongoing aura of FuckYouCameras to satisfy my exhibitionism.

Risky? Of course!

Worth it? Fuuucck yes!

I took a long, winding path back to my apartment, my hooves making satisfying thunks with each step when another admirer caught my attention.

"Hey, you! Demon girl!"

I glanced over my shoulder, about to teasingly lift my skirt with my tail, only to start clip-clopping my ass down a narrow side street when a familiar redhead with unnaturally green eyes started chasing me.

"Wait, I just want to talk to you!" And I have a bridge in the Sahara for sale!

It was actually really, really fun to bob and weave around various obstacles at Olympic speeds. I even ran along a wall for a few steps to avoid a dumpster, leaving chips in the brick I restored with a gesture. Only flying could be better.

Miss Green Eyes must have been a track star, it took me almost five seconds to lose her. Hah!

Less than a minute later I was climbing the stairs, heart pounding and breath billowing in exhilaration. Only to nearly have a heart attack when my neighbor Taylor's door opened.

The tall, pale, brunette with piercing gray eyes asked in her near-monotone voice, "Morgan? Is that you?"

What. The. Fuck.