I Maid A Deal With A Demon
Originally posted on FA on: Apr 4, 2021
Syl moves in with April, only to find their position in the house changing dramatically thanks to an unfortunate wish granted to April by the succubus Fel.
CW: Mental Changes (but maybe just lust), Betrayal (but the 'betrayed' wants it more then the 'betrayer')
I Maid A Deal With A Demon
Syl set down the heavy box they were carrying with a huff. “I think that’s the last one in the car.” They looked up at the purple shark woman and smiled as she grimaced and stretched her back in obvious discomfort. “Doing okay April? Want me to go get the next load without you?
“Nah it's good, I got this.” The shark grunted and rolled her neck before a sudden twinge of pain caused her to stiffen and wheeze, “Never mind! Don’t got this!”
“Alright, well you just take it easy and do a little cleaning while I get the rest of my stuff, okay?” The red squirrel chuckled. “You're already putting yourself out enough by letting me stay here, you don’t need to literally throw your back out helping me.”
“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” April grimaced and pushed on her lower back as she shuffled out of the kitchen area and into the living room. “I’m just going to sit down for a bit, then I’ll get the couch pulled out for your bed before you get back.”
“Thanks again, you're the best!” Syl shouted before closing the front door, leaving the shark alone to stiffly make her way to the sole piece of comfortable furniture she owned. She would have to enjoy it while she could, as before long it would be a guest bed, home to another weary traveler moving on from home to bigger and better things. The squirrel was not the first nor would they be the last person to pass through, sleeping on her couch, but soon enough, like all the others they would move on while she remained behind.
“You're getting old.” April remarked to herself. “Before long I’m going to need someone taking care of me rather than the other way around.” She laughed. “Shame I can’t afford a maid.”
“And that a maid wouldn't do all the things you secretly wish she would for you?” April jerked her head around to see a strange, blonde woman sitting next to her on the couch, dressed like a french maid out of a wet dream and looking at her with hungry eyes. “Don’t you just wish you could have a woman like that ready to fulfill your every desire and fantasy?” She licked her lips, forked tongue sliding smoothly around her squarish, pink, pony-like muzzle. “I could help you with that, if you ask nicely…”
“Fucking demons…” The shark’s surprise dissolved, and a look of mild irritation crossed her face. “Did Leola send you to mess with me?”
“What?” The demon’s confident smirk faltered as she was clearly taken aback by the shark's blunt lack of astonishment. Her arrowhead tipped tail flicked as she peered at her intended victim. “No, I…who’s Leola?” She then dismissed the question with a wave of one perfectly manicured hand. “Never mind, a warlock of some sort obviously. Silly question, forget I asked.” Her confident smile returned as she leaned forward, showing off her bountiful cleavage. “Let's just focus on you and your desires, shall we?”
“Pass.” The shark snorted and turned to pick up the TV remote. “I wasn’t born yesterday, I know what this is about.”
The demon huffed, her draconic wings flaring as she glared. “Oh, do you? What is this ‘about’ then?”
“You're going to ask me to wish -” April paused and closed her eyes. “I mean, you're going to ask me to make a request relating to my ideal maid and use a linguistic trick to deliberately misinterpret my wording so it sounds like I…” She thought. “...Had made a statement which could be construed as a desire for you to make me, as in me personally, into the object of my own fantasy.”
“You know you could just say, ‘I don’t want you to turn me into a maid’, right?” The demon rolled her eyes. “I’m a demon, not a pedant.”
“Is there a difference? Really?” April asked, turning on the TV and beginning to idly flip through channels. “Anyway, I think we're done here.”
“Hmmm, not yet,” the demon purred, slipping a clawed hand gently across the shark's belly. “I still need some lust to get me back home, and as a reward for beating me at my own game-”
“No.” The shark reached down and grabbed the demon's hand, moving it back to her own lap. “Sorry, but I’m not sleeping with a succubus either.”
“Oh come on now, you're being unfair!” The demon pouted. “You know, I’m trying very hard to be nice and you're making it very difficult right now!” She folded her arms over her chest. “I can’t leave without getting something from you and I’m not just going to go out on the street and blow someone in a back alley for it! ...At this point it's a matter of professional pride.” She sniffed. “Look, just…word a wish in a way where I can’t make it about you and I promise, I won’t turn you into anything!”
“And you won’t make it some horrifically ironic thing… Like having the maid be my own mother, or a zombie, or a dog in a little dress?” April asked, eyes narrowing.
“Please, I want you to fuck them. Even in Hell we have SOME standards.” The demon snorted. “But if it makes you feel better, then fine. I, Fel Blackheart, Succubus of Hell, swear upon my demonhood that I will not turn you into a maid, make a maid whose nature would be deeply upsetting to you, and said maid shall be exactly as you say without deception or additions on my own part.” The lights and television screen flickered as a surge of magic seemed to swell, then fade. Fel glanced about nervously then took a deep breath. “Well...there you have it. Even if you don’t trust me, at least trust that my kind takes promises and deals very, VERY seriously!”
The shark nodded slowly, then turned off the TV. “Alright… I believe you.” She pursed her lips, then smiled. “Okay, let's talk maids.”
“Excellent!” Fel clapped her hands together and beamed. “I’ll prepare the magic, you just tell me what you want!”
April considered her options, weighing it over for a minute as Fel looked on, then slowly began. “I wish for you to create - without changing me like we said or doing any of the other things mentioned - a maid. Someone who can cook, clean, handle chores and generally take care of the house.” She rubbed her back. “Oh, and she has to know how to do back massages!”
Fel waited for the shark to continue, but when it became clear she had finished, the demon shook her head. “Oh no, I did not put up with all of this for that vanilla nice girl crap! This is your own personal sexy maid! Think BIG! She can be whatever you want; whatever weird fantasy that just pops into your head! Hell, she doesn’t even have to last a long time, so don’t worry about logistics, just think FUN!”
The shark sighed. “Okay fine… Big breasts.” She held her hands to her own chest and then with a slight blush pushed them out a little. “Maybe here? Or…” She pulled them out a bit further still. “Okay, here! But that’s it, anymore and it starts feeling weird for me.”
“Fine, but then you have to also make sure she gets big thighs and a nice round ass!” Fel clicked her claws, giving April finger-guns. “I’m not letting you pussy out on me, got it?”
“Alright, alright, all that’s good.” April chuckled. “And she wears a sexy little maid’s uniform, like the one you have on. But...even more revealing?”
Fel beamed. “Oh she’d take it as an insult if you implied she should wear something else. At least while working around the house, not in the bedroom.” April’s blush deepened, but Fel wasn’t done. “And she’s sexually dominant, at least to the point of making sure you know she wants you to take control and give her what she wants! The last thing any of us want is you just stammering at her for weeks before building up the courage to ask her out for coffee when she’s literally giving you the ‘fuck me’ eyes.”
“That’s hurtful.” April coughed. “Accurate, but hurtful.”
“Oh, suck it up, no shame in needing someone to tell you what to do.” Fel laughed. “Even when you’re telling them what to do right afterwards.”
April shrugged, but couldn’t help but giggle as her face turned a bright scarlet. “Alright, alright, alright! Point made. And I think that’s everything? I don’t think I can think of anything else…”
“What about a gender swapping transformation?” Fel asked, a sly grin spreading across her face. “A nice swan girl made out of a clueless dope?”
“Hey!” April’s blush vanished as she stood, sharp teeth baring in a snarl. “You said-”
“- That I’d not change you into a maid.” Fel interrupted quickly. “And I won’t! And I won’t summon up someone you know to twist them either, I’ll just use some raw materials from your apartment to create someone who I can then transform for you. No harm done to anyone; they’ll enjoy it as much as you would, I assure you. TG-loving perv that you are.”
“What was that last part?” April asked, blushing.
“Nothing, nothing! And if you're so worried about a chair or table being transformed for any length of time I’ll even include a simple time limit. That way you can let them revert or stay around depending on how you feel afterwards.” Fel leaned back on the couch, her maid outfit burning away from her in cinders. She raised an eyebrow mockingly, as if daring the shark to comment on her lounging in the nude.
“I guess that’s fine then…” The shark admitted, slowly sitting back down. “It's not like I own a pet, and we’re the only ones here, so… Fine. Make it so!” She clapped her hands, then cursed. “Shit! I forgot to ask if this was going to cost my soul! Forget that, don’t make it so!”
“Oh calm down, I’m not after your soul you big baby shark!” Fel stuck out her tongue as the front door opened. “Besides, it's already started.”
“Ah… Crap.” April muttered as Syl let out a surprised gasp and dropped the box they had been carrying.
“What the- What happened to my clothes!?” The squirrel raced to the living room entrance, shirt and jeans having vanished, replaced by a very revealing french maid’s outfit which barely covered their bulging groin and flat chest. “April, why is… Wait, who’s the pony dragon?”
“Hi!” The demon raised a hand and waggled her fingers in a teasing little wave. “I’m Fel! Nice to meet you, Monique!”
“Who’s-” Syl began, but was cut off as their chest suddenly exploded outwards, two large breasts bouncing crazily as they strained hard against the seemingly elastic restraints of the frilly dress. “WHAT THE FUCK!?”
“I’m SO SORRY!” April clasped her hands over her mouth as white feathers began flaring out all across the squirrel’s arms and face. “I forgot you were here for a second!”
“What does that mean!?” Syl demanded before their eyes crossed and a loud sucking sound marked the rapid retraction of the bulge between their legs. “Ooooooooooh, that’s such an odd feeling..!” Their voice raised, becoming sing-songy as it tapered off into a slightly french sounding purr. “Mon Dieu, Mademoiselle April, what is the meaning of this?”
“Someone was being naughty and making deals with demons~” Fel sang, hopping up and crossing the floor to Syl as the feathers multiplied rapidly across their body, numerous changes quickly following behind. The elastic grew taut around the squirrel’s waist, yanking it into a more concave shape as their thighs widened beneath. Arms and legs alike grew more delicate, feathery fingers developing on the former, dark scales replacing fur on the latter as paws pressed out into flat, webbed talons.Their eyes widened as their lips flared outwards, turning a bright shade of orange as they hardened into a tapering beak.
“She made a deal for me to get her a sexy maid who would just LOVE to do all the work around here…” She smirked and her eyes glowed an enchanting shade of pink. “Along with a few other…more personal duties.”
Syl’s eyes met the demon’s and their face slackened slightly as the two locked gazes. Then as Fel stepped past them with a flourish, the new swan focused instead on April. “Is this true, maîtresse?” Syl placed their hands on their hips and raised an eyebrow. “Did you make this very naughty wish?”
“Yes, and I am so, so… Wait?” April frowned. “Did you just call me ‘mistress’?”
“Of course I did, silly maîtresse, what else would I call you?” The swan smirked as the demon gave her fluffy, jiggly ass a slap. Above it, her squirrel tail shrunk and widened, crowning the transformation by bursting into a gorgeous plume of pearly-white tailfeathers. “Calling you anything else would be as silly as you calling me something other than Monique!”
“But…your name is Syl.” April pointed out, swallowing nervously.
“My name WAS Syl, silly!” The swan scoffed. “But am I a squirrel? Non! Am I a woman, fully and without a doubt?” She ran a hand across one of her breasts. “Most assuredly, mon amie! I am your friend, but I am also so much more now!”
The shark shook her head. “N-no, this is all wrong! Fel, turn them back at once!”
“Her.” Monique corrected, striding over to April who shrank slightly at the stern look in the swan's eyes. “And the demon will do no such thing until you have relaxed and had a chance to think clearly!” She grabbed the larger woman by the shoulders and pushed her forwards onto the couch, crawling up and onto her back. “Now, no more complaining. Allow votre fille to work.”
“What’s with the broken French?” April demanded. A second later though the question was forgotten as the swan's strong fingers kneaded her aching back muscles, expertly soothing years of pent up stress. She let out a low moan as the bird pressed and needed, pushed and pulled, driving her mistress to the edge of nirvana with the skill of her downy-soft fingers.
Fel, meanwhile, walked forward slowly, watching with delight as the shark's eyes fluttered and her tongue lolled. “So… Should I turn her back now?”
“Uh… Later?” April blushed a little. “After she finishes. Maybe.”
“Oh, she won’t be the only one...” The demon winked. “I hear each of her massages comes with a VERY happy ending.”
April moaned and tried to muster a frown, though it was hard while she was so relaxed. “Fiiiiiine… But you said…mmph...there was a time limit? How long before Syl comes back?”
“I have not gone anywhere, maîtresse.” Monique chided. “I am just better. Now hush, or I’ll flip you over and begin on the front before I am done with the back.” She giggled. “It would be funny to see you try to speak while I'm working on your chest, non?”
“Sorry.” April blushed, Fel snickering at just how pink the purple shark was getting.
“Oh my, you’re being pushed around by a maid! That’s just too funny!” Fel rubbed a tear from her eye. “Ah, this is so worth the wait! But… Speaking of waits, yes, all you have to do is pass a month and-”
“A month!?” April blurted, but was silenced when Fel reached out and pinched her jaw shut.
“A month.” She confirmed. “Just one month and your friend is back to normal. No more compulsions, no heightened lust, no french accent. Back to being a titty-free squirrel.”
“Non! Merci de ne pas faire ça!” Monique wailed. “J'aime mes seins! Ils sont tellement jiggly et amusants à jouer!”
“Ne t'inquiète pas.” Fel soothed. “Vous allez adorer cette prochaine partie.”
“Oui?” Monique raised an eyebrow.
Fel nodded. "Oui. Maintenant retourne-la et voyons sa chatte."
“What the hell are you talking about?” April demanded. “I can’t speak French… Or… Whatever you're speaking! Hell it could be Latin and I’d barely know the difference!” She opened her jaws to say more, but Monique grabbed her and flipped her onto her back before yanking down both her sweatpants and panties with a single, expert motion. “WOW! WAIT WHAT’S GOING ON NOW!?” April demanded as both demon and swan stared at her already damp pussy expectantly.
“Now, about what you’ll need to do to keep her like this...” Fel remarked and April felt a sudden heat from her groin. She tried to cross her legs, only to yelp when her thighs pressed hard against something she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Oh, you fucker!”
“Mon Dieu!” Monique held a hand to her breast. “It’s… Magnificent!”
“A work of art, if I do say myself.” Fel beamed.
“It’s a dick!” April snapped. “I didn’t ask for a dick!”
“Oh calm down, it's only here for a month.” Fel soothed, causing Monique to sigh dejectedly. “Whether or not you use it, it’ll be gone by the time the option to keep Monique here expires.”
“So why do I need to have it in the first place?” April demanded.
“Because, the condition for keeping this wonderful swan is simple and direct and something both you and her will find very…thrilling.” Fel chuckled. “Because for the next month, if at any time that big old rod sprays its load inside that beautiful swan’s oh-so-inviting pussy, then you're going to be sure of two things.” She lifted two fingers. “One is a beautiful clutch of eggs, and the other is that you’ll never have to worry about ending up with an empty nest, if you know what I mean.”
April’s cheeks flared, but she did her best to laugh off her obvious embarrassment. “W-What? A-All I have to do is not impregnate my friend to turn them back? That’s e-easy! I d-don’t even think that sounds arousing at all!!” She looked to Monique. “Plus I’m sure she doesn’t want-”
“I’M ALLERGIC TO CONDOMS!” The swan blurted out, crawling onto the shark's chest. “And I only want to be paid in cum!”
“What?” April gasped. “Wait-”
The swan grabbed her mistress by her collar and pulled her up so their faces were nearly touching. “And you owe me for the back rub!” Her eyes were wide and pleading, exactly the ‘fuck me’ look Fel had teased the shark with earlier.
“F-Fel?” April whimpered. “Please stop me from doing a very bad thing?”
Fel laughed and waved once again as she stepped partway into a freshly-summoned portal. “How about instead of that, I let you know I made that dick ten times as sensitive as normal and that you can still have multiple orgasms?”
The shark's eyes widened and she gripped the swan’s hips, guiding her over her massive, erect rod. “Ten times, you say...?”
“And multiple orgasms..?” Monique practically panted.
“You got it!” Fel giggled. “Just name a kid after me and I’ll consider us even!”
The portal closed, but in the instant before it did, hell echoed with the sounds of squealing delight.
The End
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