Chapter 60 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: The band are guided down to the basement of a new homeowner, that is, the Countess guiding them down into the dungeon of her ruinous castle. There Vivi is delighted to find a 'Legendary' 'Magic' sword which she instantly picks up. Unfortunately for her as a succubus immediately takes control and traps the band. The succubus eventually notices Fey and is goaded into riding her, and then, once discovering the effects of just pre, eagerly seeks more, desperate to become a powerful demoness. For a moment she almost achieves that sought after power, but Violet, who had followed the band down suddenly leaps on her back and bite s her, draining her, and absorbing her power... including a measure of succubusness.

Now, chapter 60:

Wummy's tentacles had become languid and limp as Violet drained the succubus, but as she also drank of her power the magicks controlling the tentacles started to disintegrate too.

Which was perhaps some fortunate timing as Violet was looking hungrily at Fey, like she was about to lunge for and bite her too. Fey's nervousness was reaching dizzying heights and those fangs were giving her all kinds of plains animal flight responses.

Violet started to move and… then the mounds of tentacles barely holding them up utterly collapsed. Fey yelped as she dropped a foot onto piled up tentacles, the tentacles already starting to ease from purple back to their original glossy white.

By the time Fey looked back down herself Violet had vanished.

For a moment she rested on her back, the sounds of female groaning coming from under piles and heaps of tentacles surrounding her as Wummy slowly dragged her tentacles back to Vivi. The vulpine was hanging off the back of a pew as tentacles eased back up into her stretched out pussy, her spread thighs trembling as she hung on for dear life. Despite all of the events, she had still somehow managed to cling onto her new sword.

Fey felt herself becoming soft inside the unconscious fuck drunk succubus lying limp on her barrel. As the tentacles withdrew from beneath she managed to roll on to her side where the limp succubus slipped from her dick, her enormous gape spreading her thigh gap, a breathy wet slurp filling the air as the tip of Fey's dick popped free.

Fey struggled onto her hooves, shoving the succubus aside into a mound of tentacles, and after a moment managed to rise, her semi flaccid cock hanging well past her knees.

She looked around at the feminine devastation, Wummy unleashed on her harem. Well, it wasn't like getting a good hard fucking was unusual for them, if anything this was on the mild end of things as they were still capable of standing afterwards.

Her gaze turned until she suddenly found a pair of eyes looking directly into hers. A glowing purple eye, and a glowing red eye on a pale face. Long wavy red hair framed the face and a smol fang peeked from her lip. Violet perched high on piled up wooden pews.

Fey flinched back with a cry of surprise, and the motion seemed to surprise Violet too, who hissed and clawed at the air.

"G-Good Violet, c-calm down Violet," murmured Fey after a moment to recover, trying to keep her voice calm and comforting.

Violet hissed louder, looking about ready to pounce.

Beside her some of the tentacles shifted and after a moment Ellaria struggled up, limp tentacles sloughing off her.

She pursed her lips as she looked around at the devastation then her brow lifted as she saw Violet.

"I thought I heard the succubus crying out…"

"She, erm, saved us… sort off." whispered Fey, trying not to move "But now she's freaking part succubus!"

Violet glowered at Ellaria, tensing, giant blood red squirrel tail waving back and forth behind her.

"What do we do!" whisper-hissed Fey, "She'll attack us the same as the succubus!"

They both kept still for a moment.

Then Ellaria slowly extended a hand and then began rubbing her index and thumb together.

"Here psspsspss."

"What are you doing?!" hissed Fey staring down at Ellaria in horror.

"I don't know, it worked before, didn't it?!" hissed back Ellaria.

Violet narrowed her eyes at the hand and then scented the air. She scowled and then swiped at her with a growl. Ellaria jerked her hand back.

"How do we stop her without hurting her?" said Fey.

"I'm not sure. We might have to—"

Suddenly Violet jerked back and leapt, jumping with unnatural power from the pile of pews which collapsed behind her, launching up, and onto one of the great gothic pillars. Her bare feet landed only for a moment on the stone before pushing off, leaping to the next pillar, and then the next and then before Fey could begin to turn she pounced.

The succubus vampire squirrelkin landed on Fey's balls with a cry of victory, wrapping her arms and legs around the things and locking herself into place.

"She's on my balls Ella!" wailed Fey, frantically turning in a circle as Violet clung onto her testicles.

Ellaria rubbed her chin as she watched a panicking Fey turn around in circles, Violet clinging to her balls like a limpet.

"This… might be for the best. If she isn't a danger while she is on you then we can transport her far more easily to someone who can help her."

A groan suddenly came from Vivi who was leaning over with one paw on a pew, the other on her back. Tentacles continued to slowly ease up between her spread legs, the things now fully back to their original glossy white. Both the fox girl and the tentacles look almost hung over with how they were moving.

"What happened?" she groaned.

"I'll tell you what happened, you picked up a suspicious looking sword and then a demon took control of you. Get rid of that thing!"

"What? You want me to get rid of the legendary magic sword at the bottom of the great ruined castle? Are you crazy?! This is like an adventures dream scenario! And hey- we won, apparently, so that means it is loot, and I'm keeping the loot. That is my right as an adventurer."

Ellaria seemed about to argue, but then the tentacles beside her withdrew and the succubus who had fallen amongst them was revealed. She took a wary step back and pointed down.

"This thing here almost ended us all!"

Vivi looked down at the rather pathetic looking succubus who was curled up in a fetal position.

"Wow you guys are truly pathetic if you struggled to fight that without me."

"No- that's not— for god's sake-"

Before she could finish however Kayla popped up nearby. She had somehow managed to climb her sister's cum belly, hiking up the sphere with the help of teddy bears, and now she had now reached the top.

She stood high on the sphere for a moment, and then she sprinted forward, leaping and flinging herself high up into the air, high above the fallen succubus.

With a ragged scream of "I'm not useless!!!!" She raised an elbow and brought it down in a massive, full body elbow drop, right into the side of the succubus.

She hit hard and the succubus cried out as the elbow crashed into her side, breath driven from her body in a big OOF.

"Help me sister!" Kayla cried, and behind her came a swarm of teddybears who rushed around the succubus as Kayla rose and proceeded to start kicking, which Kayla quickly joined in. A circle of teddy bear feet and an otterkin foot slamming and kicking at the succubus who put her hands over her head with a groan.

"Yeah, let's show 'em how it's done!" came Vivi's voice as her foot joined in, stamping down on the succubus, thump kick thud, the succubus curled up tight and moaned as teddy bears and otterkins and vulpine kicked the living shit out of her, and then Wummy's tentacles emerged from Vivi's pussy and joined in too, the tentacle ends forming boot shapes that rained down on the succubus.

The air was filled with the raining of feet on the succubus, and then a glowing light as her body started to radiate heat, and then orange red light.

"Noooooooo!" came a rising low sound from the succubus as she curled up further. "I don't want to go back to hell! S-Stop you worthless trash, you shitty wretches! M-my sisters will bully meeeee!"

Her voice went high as her body suddenly caught fire forcing them to stumble back. One of the teddy bear's paws caught fire and it had to rush to smother it.

The succubus was there one moment, and the next she had turned into a collapsing mound of ash, her voice still echoing through the great chamber.

"I don't wanna go baaaaack!"

The ash glowed with embers, and then it began to sink into the flagstones, the ash melting into the ground, descending until only the very top of the pile of ash was visible and then that was gone too.

"See? It's easy!" said Vivi.

Kayla looked up at her in disbelief, her hands on her knees as she drew in great breaths, tired from kicking the snot out of the succubus.

Ellaria seemed about to say something, but then a low groan from behind the band made them turn.

There was another in the room who presented a threat.

The countess lay by the wall, her eyes closed, clearly passed out.

Her lips moved as she mumbled

"More tentacles please…" she murmured sleepily.

"She kinda sort of said she was going to imprison us with magic," said Fey, "I- I think we need to run away before she wakes up?"

"And if she remains unconscious for only a few minutes longer then she will call down her vampire on us while we make her escape. This castle is vast Fey, it's not like we can leave quickly..."

"So what do we do?" said Lily.

Fey looked down at the slowly writhing countess and then over at the stone table at the end of the chamber.

Except it wasn't a table, as she had found out when she had been thrusting against it. The top was a lid and she had jarred it loose.

"I know what to do."

She quickly stepped over to the softly moaning countess and leaned down, then as gently as if she were lifting a statue made of the most delicate glass she picked the countess up.

Of course that barely seemed to matter as the countess let out a slutty moan, experiencing a power orgasm, an intense wet dream.

Fey winced, hoping and praying that the Countess wouldn't suddenly awake to find herself being cradled in the arms of a giant centaur.

Moving ever so carefully she stepped over fragments of wooden pew and made her way through the chamber then up onto the dais of the table, or rather, sarcophagus. She lifted her front hoof and trying not to breathe slowly shifted the thing back until there was a gap.

The inside was fortunately empty, and she ever so carefully lowered the sleeping countess down inside.

She almost seemed peaceful, lying there with her legs spread, massive gape leaking all over the stone.

But of course while the stone might prevent her from calling on her vampire servants, it would not stop her smashing through the stone if she were to wake.

Fey's hands darted down her front and unbuttoned her blouse, her vast and indecently round breasts bouncing free as she quickly bundled her blouse up and held it in both hands, then lowered it down on the countess's midriff.

The little weight was enough and the countess came powerfully, moaning in her sleep as she writhed, toes curling as her thighs came together.

Fey quickly retracted her hands and grabbed the lid, dragging it back into place and cutting off the countess's sounds. Even if she woke, the countess would be kept busy cumming her brains out and it would give them precious time to escape.

"Uh, we should maybe… leave?" said Fey, turning back to the band.

The band blinked at her, then they turned and legged it for the exit.

—

It took a long time to find their way out of the castle. Thankfully they weren't accosted, the last command of the countess to the vampires seemed to have been taken to heart and all the vampires had fled into the recesses of her domain. They didn't see a single one of them as they made their way up from the labyrinth in the bowels of the castle and then fumbled their way through the endless rooms and corridors.

Freedom came when Flora had had enough and blew out a window, the entire band flowing out after her as she lifted them. They shot across the valley in a panic, much to a currently stark naked Fey's distress, and bolted into the forest.

They eventually came to a halt in a forest clearing and crumpled to the ground, falling to their knees with relief, stress leaving them in waves.

"I- I think we're safe," breathed Kayla.

"If that's what the average gold rank job is like I'm not sure I want to rank up,'' said Fey.

Ellaria shook her head. "That was far from normal, two extremely high threat monsters— well monster and a demon. That's not the norm I assure you." She rose to her feet. "Now Vivi. I think it's time for you to get rid of that sword."

Vivi clutched the black bladed sword close, as if she was afraid it was going to leap out of her paws.

"But it's mine, I found it…."

"I'm sure we can get you another sword from somewhere else."

Vivi scoffed. "On our budget? Where are we going to find an affordable Legendary Magic sword Ella? Where?"

Ellaria paused. "Well, maybe it won't be legendary, and maybe it won't be particularly magical… okay admittedly it would be an ordinary steel sword, but still! It will be shiny, and it won't look quite so disturbing as that… thing."

"What's wrong with it? My sword is fine!"

"Vivi, it has the words AGONY&DEATH written down the side in glowing red letters."

"So?! What else are you supposed to do with a sword apart from make agony and death, huh? You can't exactly heal people with a sword or create housing for the poor. You won't find a sword with the words HOUSING FOR THE POOR written down the side will you? This is perfectly suitable glowing writing for a legendary sword."

Annoyingly, she had a point, and Ellaria pursed her lips.

"It's got skulls on it Vivi."

"Animal skulls, that's not even a big deal, that's super mild in the big picture, there are swords with people skulls on them out there! It's not an evil sword!"

She swung it around a few times as if to demonstrate its non-evilness. It made a dull buzzing sound as it swished through the air.

"And what happens if you cut something with it? How do you know it's not poisonous or something like that?"

Vivi looked at her blankly, then glanced down at her arm.

Fey stiffened. "Don't you dare even think about it!"

"What? I just wanted to test…"

"I can't heal you from some crazy poison!"

Vivi rolled her eyes. "Fiiinnnneee"

Flora suddenly gestured and something jerked in the grasses nearby.

"If you really need to test it Vivi then use the monster that's trying to stalk us."

A large rabbit the size of a dog was dragged free from the grass, its head a crown of horns.

"Ooh perfect!" sad Vivi as she skipped over.

Ellaria rubbed her forehead. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea…"

"Hey you wanted to know didn't you?!"

With a flicker of Skill empowered motion Vivi darted forward and in the same flowing motion sliced a deep cut through the monster's side.

Vivi jumped back.

"See? It's perfectly fi-

The rabbit suddenly ignited in a ball of green fire, a plume of emerald flame that boiled up from its fur as it screamed. Within the green fire could be seen screaming faces, tortured expressions screaming in agony. The rabbit's eyes rolled up in its sockets before it started crying blood, crimson running down its face as it spasmed and jerked. The air was filled with the sound of malevolent whispers, hundreds of dark overlapping voices that spoke in some forbidden language, the rabbit's mouth moved to join the unseen voices, jerking up and down as though puppeted, whispering unsettling utterances that could not be understood.

And then the fire abruptly snuffed out and the rabbit collapsed dead to the ground, blood pouring from all orifices.

The band stared in silence at the dead rabbit.

"It's not evil!"

"Give me the sword Vivi!!"

"It's not evil, it's not! That was just, uh, a fire attack enchanted into the blade! You use fire all the time! Why don't I get to use it?! How is that fair?!"

"We could get someone to look the sword over, to see if it's actually dangerous to anyone captain," said Lily.

"Yes!" cried Vivi, leaping on the idea. "It's been fine so far so it will continue to be fine until it's proven to be fine!"

Ellaria made some unhappy captainy noises, but after a moment she gave in to the compromise. She was pretty exhausted from running around the castle and arguing about keeping it for only a few hours more wasn't worth it.

"Fine. You can keep it until we reach the city and have someone look at it. Until then use a damned rag on the grip and don't you dare touch it with your bare paws.

Vivi grinned happily.

Fey sometimes forgot how much being a warrior meant to the fox girl.

Vivi ripped the hem off her blouse away and formed a wrap around the handle of the sword, putting something between it and her bare paw.

As the others were cleaning up and replacing stained or torn clothes from the job a teddybear appeared before Fey with a blouse. Fey bent down and picked it up, blushing as she recalled her breasts were still bared and exposed to the world. More than once when they were fleeing the castle Kayla and Lily had ran head first into a wall because they couldn't keep their eyes off the sight of such vast amounts of perky breast flesh bouncing with Fey's steps. Flora too, hitting walls multiple times. Although in her case that was because she had taken up masturbating while flying through the air and watching her.

Ellaria had almost done the same, but she was able to quickly stop herself before hitting stone each time.

…She was still probably the one catching the most glances.

Fey put the blouse on and found it was a touch too small and short, the hem of it didn't reach all the way down exposing some truly enormous underboob, and the buttons strained to reach across the canyon of her cleavage, puckers between them, her nipples tenting out the fabric in the most graphic way on either side.

Fey frowned down at her chest which looked like it was on the verge of exploding out of her blouse, then looked over at Lily who was guiltily looking in a very different direction and avoiding all eye contact.

Had she…?

She didn't have time to ask however as a group of bears approached the passenger on her rear. They formed together and soon a much larger bear was created, one that could attempt the task at hand.

Which was to replace Violet's clothing.

Fey winced as the sound of much hissing and spitting and yowling came from behind her, and the feeling of a weight jerking around on top of her ballsack.

But eventually the bears won, and Fey glanced over her shoulder to find a cleaned up Violet, who looked a lot less feral and suddenly fairly reasonable and not obviously a monster, especially because they had combed her hair and covered up the tiny pair of succubus wings with the oversized blouse they had given her.

The different coloured glowing eyes were kind of suspicious however. And the paleness. And the one smol fang peeking from her lip.

But hopefully the gate guards wouldn't notice. Hopefully.

Flora floated the band up and they began making their way back to the city.

—

Aeolith considered herself a good girl. She did good things and was a nice person and always tried her best to help those in need.

Of course, just a mere worthless opinion wasn't what she based that on. She had spent years studying and grinding and working in the hallowed libraries and had then taken the good person exam, and the kindness exam, and the niceness exam. She had passed all three with flying colours and the highest scores possible, something that made her feel rather smug at times.

The other angels of her year wished they were as nice and kind and good as she.

Even when approached for a duel she always won, mercilessly crushing her fellow students in competitive kindness. She had been happy. Popular.

But then she had graduated, graduating from angel school to become a full fledged angel. It had been great, at first… But then she had started to notice just how much better the other angels were, and she had a terrible feeling of imposter syndrome. It was like all she had studied counted for nothing! Like it was only 0.01% of the job! She'd found herself floundering in even the most basic of angel kindness duels against her peers, making a fool of herself, fleeing the kindness arena bawling her eyes out and covering her head in shame.

And even worse than that… those who had performed worse than she in the exams had started to be promoted over her!!

It made her mad, and she clenched her fists as she paced about the open apartment, her halo wobbling back and forth above her head as she turned and stormed back the other way.

Being summoned down here should have been her big moment to get promoted, her chance to catch up, an angelic blessing of a just born child, a difficult and tricky thing to pull off, and a mission that she had somehow lucked into. A mission of great value and repute.

Instead she had arrived to find there was no child to bless and the mission was quite impossible to complete. No matter what she did, no matter how skilled she was, the mission was a big fat F for failure, and if she went back now that big fat F would be stamped on her record.

At her level if she was lucky, she would be dropped down into the angelic libraries to do dull as dog shit bookwork for the next few decades. Worst case scenario she would be ejected from angelhood all together and sent back to take remedial school, which meant starting from square one and retaking every single lesson, and every single exam, and every single year.

She was quite sure she would go completely mad if either of those fates were to befall her.

So instead of going back she had stayed, delaying the inevitable, procrastinating her doom, trying to pretend that everything was okay and that she wasn't currently hyperventilating.

She paused as she realised she had been working herself up into a tizzy. Angels weren't supposed to get stressed and panicked and anxious, they were supposed to be graceful and calm and all knowing and angelic, pure and elegant servants of the gods.

She nibbled worriedly on her fingernail. Leaving yet more teeth marks on the thing, a nervous habit from her time taking exams, and one that she had picked up again since landing here.

The apartment she stood in had been given to her by the Adventurer's Guild, apparently it was one of a number of such things lent to important Guild captains when they needed them.

The AG after some discussion had decided that turning an angel out to be homeless on the streets probably wouldn't be doing themselves any favours with the gods, and in fact might spell their doom, so the council of captains had graciously given her this apartment to stay in.

She was bare legged, and her bare feet were pressed against the tile of the floor. She wore only pink lacy underwear and a white blouse that was far too large for her, the sleeves rumpled up on her forearms as the bottom hung around her thighs. A loan from the guild while her robes were being laundered clean of a few stains of a certain substance. She of course had no idea she was going to be stuck down here, so she hadn't brought a spare pair of clothes.

Clothes and an apartment, for as long as she needed them.

Surely that wouldn't be a long time, she had to go back to heaven at some point… right?

What if…. What if she just sort of… stayed here?

The thought felt furtive, like some kind of thief, a dirty un-angelic thought.

But what if she did?

What if she didn't have to go back and retake decades of school or be made to do endless busy work in the dead end book stacks?

She could just sort of stay here, and do…

She paused, thinking furiously.

She could stay here and do angelic things…

Why did she even need heaven to do angely things?

Really, couldn't she just sort of strike out on her own? A free lance angel? An indie angel?

She imagined herself wearing a stylish dress and her halo bejewelled with gemstones, smoking using a long cigarette holder, huge fluffy white furs around her shoulders.

She strode into a rundown house of the ailing, their cries and pleas filling the air before she'd sweep past their beds, flicking out her hand and healing them of their ailments, a confident smile on her lips. She'd then step outside to meet her adoring crowd of worshippers, a great white carriage awaiting her pulled by unicorns, but not before she signed many an autograph of course.

She glanced around furtively, as though afraid someone would see her having such a dangerous thought.

She'd read of the greater arch-angels having great crowds of adoring worshippers when one sometimes came down from the heavens, if only once every few centuries.

She wasn't an arch-angel with centuries of experience… but if she were freelance… then why couldn't she have her own fan club?

Well, maybe that was a little too much to expect for a novice like herself. She'd obviously have to get some big angely stuff under her belt first, perhaps curing a plague or saving a king's life, yes, Aeolith the angel freelancer…

She continued to fantasise about her freelance self when there was a knock at the door.

She turned and blinked.

An unfortunate interruption, her daydreaming and fantasising was just getting good. She'd just opened her tenth orphanage and all the little children were carving a life size marble statue in her honour. It was quite lovely.

The knock came again.

Right, visitors.

She smoothed her overly large blouse over her thighs and cleared her throat then strode over to the door, turning the handle and opening it.

A large muscled mass faced her, the front of a large horse, and peaking between the front legs of this large horse was a kind of fleshy plate, the tip of an astoundingly large horse penis.

Aeolith looked mortified at the thing as it gently bobbed up and down in front of her.

Admittedly it was quite a nice looking penis, as penises went. Aesthetic in the best way, with pleasingly placed veins and a brutally powerful looking form, shaped in a way that plucked at a girl's imagination, made her wonder what just a tool would feel like if it were possible to take it.

"S-Sorry!" came a voice from above.

Aeolith's head slowly rotated up to see a massive cliff of boobage, a pair of mind bogglingly vast breasts, breasts so large that they filled the width of the doorway, indecently massive things, with an obscene amount of underboob as the clearly far too small blouse barely contained them.

Aeolith could admittedly appreciate such a magnificent pair of breasts, it wasn't like angel school was innocent, especially at night in the girls dorms. But good gods these were a pair that beggared belief, a pair of breasts a girl could fall into, a kind of pair that were huggable, the kind of breasts that you wrapped yourself around in bed and used as pillows.

She realised after a second that she was staring, and leaned back to look above to see… no that didn't help at all as there was only the door frame above the massive pair of knockers.

The enormous centaur finally managed to bend down and her very pretty face framed in blonde locks appeared, an innocent looking and gentle girl. It was this centaur who had somehow inflated the abbess, and then later attempted to comfort her as Aeolith had a good cry.

Fey was her name.

She looked fretful and worried, and in need of help, on the verge of tears. Aeolith felt her angelic heart strings tug.

"I- I need your help!"

"Y-yes, of course, please come in!"

Aeolith smiled to herself internally. Yes, this was exactly what she needed. A centaur clearly in dire need of an angel's help. What more perfect a way to begin her new career as a self-employed angel.

Fey awkwardly bent down and after some struggle managed to squeeze her body through the door, first her enormous chest slipping through, then her front half then her back half, the wood of the door frame groaning as she squeezed inside.

She stumbled a little as her hips popped free.

She was… awfully tall. Her head was near the ceiling, and this apartment was made suitable for the largest of  minotaurs.

"How may I help you mortal?" said Aeolith, her voice light and airy, a much better impression of angelicness than the last time she had seen this centaur.

"We went on a job, and there was a terrible accident!"

"Ah, you are injured?"

Healing was quite straightforward, a little angelic healing perhaps wasn't the most impressive start to her new career, but it would do.

"N-No, I'm a healer, I can heal injuries, this is much worse than that!"

Oh? Now this was a little more interesting.

"Some kind of poison then, or perhaps a curse?"

Fey hesitated.

"Well the first accident could be a curse, but the second…"

Two accidents?

"Two accidents?" she said aloud.

"Yes, two terrible accidents that no one else will be able to fix so only you can save her!"

Okay, now this was starting to sound a little more promising.

"Her?"

"Yes! Violet! She's been Vamsucced!"

Aeolith paused.

"She's been… what?"

"Succpired! She gotten bitten by a vampire, and then she bit a succubus while I was ejaculating into her!"

Aeolith stared, taking a moment to process what Fey said.

"Did… Did you say succubus?"

The Enemy. The great enemy. The nemesis of all angels.

Demons.

"Y-Yes! But she isn't one, she's a squirrelkin, she just has some succubus in her that you need to take out! Look!"

Fey trotted around in a circle and jabbed a finger pointing at her rear end.

Aeolith took a step back as a girl with a big red bushy tail appeared, the girl clinging to the centaur's enormous balls.

The squirrelkin had her cheek resting on their surface peacefully, but when she was turned to see Aeolith she perked up and stared at her, one glowing purple eye and one glowing red eye.

A low growling yowl came from her throat, like a house cat feeling threatened.

What the fuck was this dangerous looking thing? A half succubus half vampire half squirrelkin?

What???

Aeolith thought quickly, decades of research and study and she had never even heard of anything even remotely like such a case. Surely It had never happened before in history, ever.

Her prospects as a freelance angel abruptly went through the roof.

Saving an innocent not only from vampirism, but also Succubusism?

This was big, heavy, arch-angel stuff. The kind of thing books were written about. The kind of thing that made an angel famous, the kind of thing that made careers!

…Assuming she could save this squirrelkin.

Her breathing had started coming on heavier as the possibilities ran through her mind, and she had to take a moment to calm herself.

"C-Can you help?" came Fey's hopeful voice as she looked over her shoulder.

"I believe so. At first appearances she seems intact, and of course she isn't a true succubus, that would be impossible, so she must only somehow partially be one… somehow. The vampirism is clearly very new and surely won't have fully settled. I think with some time and study I may be able to do something."

"Oh thank the gods," breathed Fey. "I was afraid she would be like this forever, or at least until she turned into a vampire old enough to be sapient in a few decades."

"Quite. Now if you could put the subject down on the floor here."

"..."

"Is something the matter?"

"She's ah, rather fond of my, uhm, rear spheres…"

Fey blushed, apparently unable to say the words in front of an angel.

"Your…" Aeolith's gaze moved to the massive pair of testicles Violet was clinging to. "Oh. Well that's no matter, I will simply pull her off."

Aeolith took a step forward and Violet jerked back, suddenly wary of a threat.

"Listen, Violin—

"Violet," said Fey helpfully.

"Listen Violet, I understand everything is new and scary right now," she took another step forward and Violet hissed and yowled like a house cat. "But you can't remain attached to these, ahem, rear spheres, you need treatment, angelic treatment."

Violet hissed again and scratched at the air.

"Please, be calm, I, am and angel, and I-

Violet clawed her hand and ducked down looking at her suspiciously.

Of course it didn't leave even a mark on Aeolith, nothing could cut or damage the barrier of her angelic flesh that she did not wish, similarly nothing could be drawn from her that she did not wish. She had nothing to fear from a vampire or a succubus.

But it still hurt a bit.

Frowning, she decided that a little more angelic elbow grease was in order. She reached out, hand darting at sudden unexpected speed and snatched hold of Violet's wrist.

The motion was so sudden and unexpected that Violet forgot to hiss and looked down at her trapped wrist in surprise.

She tried to pull her hand free and found the angel to be surprisingly strong.

Aeolith nodded, yes, now she would understand, No succubus was going to be able to out-power her angelic form, at least not a welp of a succubus like this.

She leaned back and heaved, dragging a surprised Violet away from Fey's balls.

Bit by bit the squirrelkin peeled away from the balls, stretching out until just her legs were locked around them. Violet flailed and Aeolith grabbed hold of her other wrist too, hauling on arms at the same time.

She heaved back, trying to yank the squirrelkin free.

"P-Pull the other way please!"

Fey's hooves started to move as Aeolith heaved in the other direction, a confused looking squirrelkin girl stretched out horizontally between them, her legs clamped around Fey's balls that were pulled out behind her rear.

A faint sense of the ridiculous fell over Aeolith as the squirrelkin somehow remained attached despite hers and Fey's best efforts over the course of half a minute, pulling and heaving on the squirrelkin.

Clearly she just needed to pull harder.

With a grunt she yanked forward and Violet cried out, deciding that she didn't like what was happening anymore. Her red eye glowed and with a flicker of motion she yanked back on Aeolith.

One moment she was pulling on the squirrelkin, and the next she was being launched forward off her feet as Violet snapped back toward Fey like a rubber band.

Aeolith flew through the air and landed face first… on Fey's balls.

The smack of flesh on flesh sounded.

They were very warm on her cheeks, and they seemed to be moving slightly.

For a moment, a strange magical buzz seemed to shoot through her, tingling up and down her body and particularly around her groin. Strange, but then she had more important things to distract her, specifically the giant set of horse balls on her face!

With a cry she fell back, falling to the floor and scrambling backwards on her rear.

She had just….

Oh gods.

That wasn't very angelic.

Her cheeks burned not only with embarrassment, but with the lingering warmth of horse balls, a warmth that she could feel radiating through her.

"Are you okay?" said Fey looking down at her.

Aeolith realised she was sitting on the floor and scrambled to her feet, oversized blouse rumpled around her.

"YES! I mean, of course, I'm completely fine."

"Uhm okay, but how do we get her off? She's really strong, we tried before on the way here and it just hurt because if she thinks she's about to be pulled off she just grips harder…"

"Hmm, I see."

This seemed to be a moment when her tools as an angel would come in particularly useful. She backed up making some space.

"I think I know what to do, she clearly has an object of focus, an object of obsession."

"My rear spheres?"

"...Yes, those. So the answer is simple, I'll transfer her fascination onto something else. This should only take a moment."

Aeolith smiled confidently and raised her hands, moving and swooping them through the air, fingers darting, forming runes and holy symbols, golden lights left in the wake of her fingertips.

Soon a floating golden circle was hanging in the air, strange geometracies and holy runes that spaced between. Fey almost felt at peace when she looked at the thing, a warm sense of safety filling her mind.

"Ah, don't look too closely, I need to get her, not you."

"R-Right."

Fey looked away, or at least looked indirectly at what the angel was doing.

Behind her Violet hissed and spat, clearly not experiencing the same reaction, in fact she seemed to hate the thing and squinted at it as if it was too bright to look upon.

But then the circle really was getting brighter until with a snap-crackling sound it vanished in a flash of light.

Fey blinked floaters from her eyes and looked over at the angel. She seemed exactly the same. She looked over her shoulder, Violet seemed exactly the same.

"Uhm, was something supposed to happen?"

"Oh it already has, for you see ARGGH—" cried Aeolith as Violet launched herself from Fey's back legs with a powerful leap and full body tackled her in the midriff.

Aeolith went flying through the air, the air blown out of her lungs as she crashed down on the large double bed at the end of the room, hitting hard as Violet violently hugged her, clinging to her for dear life.

"Are you okay?!"

"YEs!" croaked Aeolith "I'm still perfectly fine thank you, I merely moved the object of interest, from your rear spheres to… me."

"I see," said Fey, clearly this was high-level angel stuff.

"I should now be able to properly treat her."

She looked down at the squirrelkin nuzzling her midriff. This should be doable right?

She lifted a hand and subtly created an angelic crest inside of her palm and fingers, the only thing visible from the outside was a faint golden glow emanating from her skin. This time the patient would have no idea that anything angelic was happening nearby as the frequency would be far below her senses.

"Hmm. Well, I can say that she is stable. Strangely the vampirisim seems to be keeping the succubusism in balance, at least for the moment, both unable to gain any ground on the other, but I don't know how long that might last for."

"Can you save her?"

"...Maybe."

There was a few minutes where Aeolith continued to scan through Violet, using her divine scanner to dive through the incredibly complex depths of her changed form.

Fey trotted nervously on the spot.

Aeolith glanced up, noticing that her muddy hooves were leaving marks on the tiles.

"Uh, this is going to take a while, you can use the shower, it's designed for lots of species so it's enormous."

Fey looked down at her feet and blushed, "R-Right."

She trotted toward the bathroom door and Aeolith settled down for some more serious angeling. This was important, it would gain her fame and notoriety. 'Oh, there goes the angel who saved an innocent girl not just from vampirism, but from succubusism too.' and she wouldn't look in their direction as she elegantly strode past furs swaying around her shoulders and-

She realised she'd been day dreaming again when Violet nuzzled against her and for the first time spoke up.

"I'm thirsty," she mumbled.

From what Aeolith understood newborn vampires weren't supposed to be capable of speech and she frowned. Was the impossible succubusism the cause? The effect holding back the vampirisim? Did the centaur even know this squirrelkin could speak despite her affliction?

Violet nuzzled against her blouse, against her breasts, and let out a soft sigh.

Wait, why did that feel good?

Aeolith blinked down at her chest as Violet smushed her face against her nipple, rubbing and pushing against it, her nipple frictioning against the fabric.

She felt herself blush as her nipples became hard with arousal.

She was an angel! What was this!

But she didn't stop her, instead trying to focus on her glowing hand and scanning the squirrelkin's body.

Violet continued to nuzzle against Aeolith's increasingly stiff nipples, the things creating small tents in her blouse.

Why was this turning her on so much?

Okay, admittedly she was more than a bit experienced with this kind of female attention. Another angel crawling into her bed in the dark in the girls' dorms, burying her face between her thighs, or more than one angel, or herself slipping into a friend's bed for a little bit of stress relief before exams.

She let her continue… it did feel pretty good okay??

Her concentration slipped a little as Violet's lips found her stiff nip tenting out the fabric and she mouthed the thing, gently pulling it past her lips and sucking on it in little fits and starts.

The squirrelkin's tail waved behind her as she hugged the angel and pressed at her chest.

Aeolith bit her lip, her hips shifting, thighs pressing together. This… this was starting to feel really good.

…wait, was this a succubus thing?

She wiggled as her hand scanned down Violet's body, becoming a little shaky as the squirrelkin became more intense, her hand moving up and pawing at Aeolith's breast.

The pawing became more intense and Aeolith found a strange feeling rising up in her core, a powerful feeling, Violet moaned into her breast and the vibrations sunk deep into her sensitive breast.

And then Violet's tongue touched down on the tented out cloth.

Aeolith made a very un-angelic moan, her hand sinking to the duvet as her legs stiffened, toes splaying as her hips lifted slightly.

The highest quality most pure pleasure washed over her in a hot wave and then she was spent, she fell back down limp, her breath coming in little gasps.

"What the fuck?" she breathed.

She hadn't just experienced the finest orgasm of her freaking life from a little nipple play, had she?

Something was wrong here, and she quickly adjusted her glowing hand and swept her divine scanner up and down her own body, quickly searching, shallowly then very thoroughly for any demonic influence, or any influence of any kind that had gotten past her angelic barrier.

But there was none, she was pure as the driven snow.

Was this part succubus just that freaking skilled?!

Well, since she had confirmed the squirrelkin wasn't actually piercing her angelic barrier or anything like that… maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she let her do a little more.

…that had felt really REALLY good…

She returned to scanning the squirrelkin as she continued to pay more and more attention to Aeolith's breasts, much more intense attention.

A second hand came up and mauled at her chest as Violet moaned into her breasts, sucking, then sometimes nipping at her stiff nips.

Aeolith's hips rocked beneath the squirrelkin, her breath accelerating, Violet's tongue swirling around her fabric covered nipple.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

"H-harder…"

Violet seemed to understand and her hands mauled harder, pressing into her softness as she pressed her tongue down and then around, and then reaching quite far.

Aeolith blinked and looked down to see Violet's tongue reaching an astonishing distance from her mouth and still going!

The tongue almost seemed to have a life of its own, almost tentacle like, and it slipped between the buttons of her oversized blouse, a wet warmth touching against her bare skin that made her squeak, the thing sinking between her cleavage then slipping under her left breast, more and more impossible tongue pouring from the squirrielkin's mouth until it had fully spiralled around her breast three times, reaching her nipple and gripping hold of that.

This was no tongue!

At least, she didn't think it was. Did succubusses have tongues like this? This was a detail that hadn't been in the text books.

She groaned as the tongue-tentacle squeeeezed down on her breast, constricting and squeezing like a snake, easing from the back and pulling out toward the nipple, a rhythmic milking motion applying the most wonderful pressure and then capped with the smaller harder motions of the tongue tip on her nipple lapping and swirling and constricting tight motion pulling and teasing from base to tip, then interjecting it with the most wonderful motions that she don't know were even possible!

Scanning forgotten, her fingers curled into the bed sheets, taking fistfuls of cloth as the feeling started to rise again, a feeling of heat rising within her, a pulling teasing feeling that drove her higher and higher until— until—

"AHNN!!"

Her voice escaped her parted lips unbidden, a string of saliva bridging.

Her fists white knuckle gripped the covers as her toes curled, back arching, colourful starburst fireworks shooting across her mind.

And then she went limp, a long moany sigh escaping her as she fell back, thighs drawing together.

She blinked as she realised that her inner thighs were slick with slightly sticky wet.

Gods, her panties were freaking soaked!

This was most un-angelic.

…she found herself wanting more.

An orgasm like that… just didn't exist before.

Not even when three of her fellow students had slipped beneath her covers at night and lapped at her had she cum so hard, and this was just from flipping nipple play!

Having the best and highest quality orgasm of her life just from her breasts was…

She glanced at the bathroom door,. The sound of the shower was still going. A centaur was hardly going to be quick, especially one of that size, and it had only been a few minutes.

Well maybe a little more wouldn't hurt, and it wasn't like she couldn't work at the same time, she could still scan the squirrelkin!

"Th-that's right Violet, k-keep going. More."

Violet purred into her breasts "M-More." she repeated back, voice low and sultry, needy in the most erotic way.

A hand moved across and fingered at the buttons of her blouse and then hooked back. With a jerk of her hand the buttons burst open to Aeolith's shock and her bra clad breasts burst free, wobbling gently.

Before she could say anything violet was tugging down her lacy bra and her swollen pink stiff nipples were passing her soft lips, the sensation of sharp little teeth causing her to gasp loud.

Then came the pressure, and the tongue, and oh god so much more suction!

"Hnnnn!"

In moments she was cumming again, a fresh wave of her fluids slipping down her inner thighs as she writhed, biting her lip, eyelids fluttering, one orgasm crashing into another she hadn't seen coming as the squirrelkin's tongue spiralled and squeezed and pulled and her mouth did things she didn't know were possible!

One nipple in Violet's mouth, the other wrapped with the tip of her tongue, both being mauled with her hands, it was freaking intense!

In retrospect, maybe it wasn't the smartest of ideas to have a half vampire suckling on her teat, and as she was coming down from the last heavenly orgasm she felt teeth biting a little harder than they should.

"Violet no, not that."

The squirrelkin paused, although perhaps she had already realised the problem. As an angel it wasn't like she could be injured, at least not by something as lowly as this girl. Her skin was completely impervious to her bite.

"Thirsty…" murmured the squirrelkin forlornly, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes.

"W-Well I can get you a glass of water, if you like."

Violet shook her head.

"I want you."

Aeolith bit her lip. The need in her eyes, the pure sexual need in the eyes of this squirrelkin. She half wanted to give fully into her, to sample the pleasure and treasure this squirrelkin was capable of offering.

She turned her head, her cheeks going a little pink, quickly busying herself with another scanning pass.

Yes, there was plenty to be getting on with, the confusing paired dynamic with which the inside of this girl warred, in fact they almost seemed to be synergising together and—

She gasped as something wet reached down between her thighs and her eyes snapped down to see that the impossibly long tongue tentacle had moved from her nipple and had dived between her legs, where it had begun frantically lapping and licking at her inner thighs.

"H-hey!"

She tried spreading her thighs to escape the enthusiastic tongue but it followed after, she tried squeezing her thighs together only to find the tongue madly wiggling and squeezing between her legs.

"You taste amazing…" breathed Violet.

Aeolith blushed.

Then blushed deeper still as she was licked clean and the tongue started searching for more.

She swallowed dryly, glancing at the shower door.

She couldn't.

But then the daring of it… and holy shitballs was she so freaking horny. She could feel her panties literally dripping onto the bedding, drip. drip. drip.

She didn't have time to decide, the first long dangerous lap started at the bottom of her panties and dragged slowly, deliciously, wonderfully, all the way up to her stiff little clit imprinted in the lacy fabric.

She shivered, an electric tremble rolling through her body at the sensation, the heat of Violet's tongue, the pressure.

Her hand trembled. She needed to focus on scanning.

The tip of the tongue slipped over puffy pussy, outlined in perfect exquisite detail by her wet and therefore skin tight panties, the pink lace darkened with wet, shaping over her clit and then outlining her labia. The tongue tip circled her bud and a squeal escaped her mouth before she could slap her hand across it.

She had been sensitive on her nipples…

But this was something else entirely.

What would an orgasm from this feel like?!

"Y-you can drink from me, th-that is, if you want." she spoke, eyes to the side as she avoided looking at the squirrelkin clinging to her.

"Mnnhhh, you taste so good," murmured Violet, burying her face in Aeolith's chest.

Aeolith blushed harder.

"W-Well, be quick about it then— AHH!"

The angel cried out as the tentacle tongue tip suddenly slipped down one edge of her panties and pulled the soaked cloth back, peeling it from her puffy muff until it was pushed one side, fully exposing her sacred entrance.

She felt the cool air on her loins… and the heat radiating from violets tongue as it slipped across her sloppiness.

Gods it felt good! And then it felt really good as her lower lips began to part, allowing access to Violet, that impossible tentacle tongue slipping within her, sliding over her walls, pressing and wriggling and then turning back on itself, forming a tangled knotted of writhing tongue that rubbed and pressed in all the right ways.

"Oh- Oh gods!"

She cried out, hands coming down on Violet's head. Behind her her great white wings spread out across the bed, becoming stiff and rigid as the squirrelkin did THINGS to her.

If this was what a succubus could do then it was a wonder that heaven didn't have a revolving door with hell and regular visiting hours.

"Hnnnnnnyaaa!!" her voice climbed in pitch as more and more tongue eased into her pussy, thrashing at her puss, stimulating her until with a scream she came.

SKWWWRRSH!!

A powerful spray of holy water exploded from between her thighs as her legs and wings extended and stiffened, splaying out as she howled. A line of her fluid shot meters into the air to come splashing down on the tile, then another, and another, huge squirting spurts of angel juice, splashing down and making puddles across the floor.

The orgasms just kept coming! A freaking chain orgasm!

Nothing she had experienced before felt like this, even the most rebellious angel at school was like some kind of tongue novice compared to this squirrelkin!

"OHHH!!"

The tongue dug in deeper and Violet slipped down her body, down past her midriff, eager to get more from the source.

Violet's head came down between her thighs and she poured tongue into Aeolith's pussy as her lips slurped and suckled at her labia and clit.

It was too much! Fire crackers were non-stop shattering across her mind, her vision was popping and crackling.

Another powerful spray of fluid exploded around Violet's head, soaking through her red hair.

Hyperventilating, her chest rising and falling frantically, Aeolith looked down wide eyed to see her midriff shifting, the shape of the massive knot of tentacle tongue inside her pussy shifting her belly up and down as it thrashed, more tongue pouring into her, licking up a storm throughout her insides.

Her hands slapped down on the bedding and bunched the cloth up in her fists as her spine arched up and up and up.

"AIIEEEEEEE!!!!"

SKLLUURRRSHHHH!!

The sound of Violet gulping her down could be faintly heard under her howls, her throat bobbing as she drank her pussy juice down eagerly.

Which just made everything oh my god so much more intense

Aeolith crested the next massive mountain of an orgasm and found herself looking up at one many times larger and more intense, and completely unable to slow herself as she shot up it, pleasure spiking higher and higher as her whole body spasmed, tingling lighting shooting through her nerves, white knuckle grip on bedding, eyes rolled up, mouth straining as wide as could be, head leaning back as her back arched.

Her legs slammed home around Violet's head, thrusting her face into her swollen pussy.

And she

HOWLED

"HHHAahhh—Hhnnnnn—AaaAAAHHHhhhhIIEEEEEEEE."

SKWWWRRSH!! SKLLUUUUURRRRRSHHHH!!

The angel thrashed and bucked, body a spasming mess as she squirted so hard that Violet couldn't drink it all down and a fountain exploded from around her lips, lines of pussy juice spraying off meters in the air as Aeolith's hands ripped the bedding, the clothing coming apart as she screamed her lungs out.

It just didn't stop!

What the hell even were orgasms!? What had she known before this! These were like the first real orgasms of her life!

And there was. So.So. Much!

Violet purred into her pussy, happy to be fed, and eager for more, eager to drink of this exceptionally tasty bird person.

Aeloth somehow found herself before another even larger mountain of an orgasm, somehow many times larger than the last which had already transformed her life. She wondered if she was even capable of handling such a thing, would her sanity survive?

Still, her body wanted it, wanted it very much. She could feel her pussy clenching on its own, calling out for more to fill it, more more more! This was her pussy given life! Desire!

But before she could begin to ascend this mountain the shower door suddenly burst open, the door flying off its hinges to crash into the wall opposite with a boom and the sound of shattering wood.

A half dressed Fey barrelled through.

"Is everything okay?! I heard you screaming! And I— Oh."

A frozen moment.

An angel, covered in sweat, her face deep red, her blouse open. Her panties pushed aside.

Between her legs a half succubus, a succubus with meters of tongue ravaging her pussy.

Aeolith panicked.

In a moment she grabbed for her blouse, whipping it across to hide her chest, jerking up, wings beating madly to standing, she launched herself from the bed, already trying her best to calm her rapid heart and recover some semblance of professionalism, some slim shadow of integrity and respectability. She'd quickly become modest and stand before this centaur, calm and in control, this was all of course intentional oral sex.

It wasn't to be.

Her foot came down on the tile.

The soaking slick tile, the tile slicked with her own pussy juice.

She slipped.

With a yelp she fell to the ground and rolled, slipping and sliding in her own juices, unable to get a grip, hands and feet slipping madly at the ground.

That wasn't the worst of it.

The worst of it was that as her rear perked up in the air, Violet's tongue still dangling from her pussy, Violet leapt on her rear with a cry of glee and buried her face between her thighs.

She was now weighted down, desperately trying and failing to rise as Violet eagerly ate her out.

"I- this is all part of the cure miss angel?!" said Fey, shocked.

"Y-Yes!"

"Uhm, I don't think it is.."

"No! NO! This is angelic! I'm angelic! I'm a goddamned angel!"

"..."

"G-Get out!" Aeolith shrieked as she squirted once more, a powerful spray of fluid splashing down on the tiles below her raised hips, between her spread thighs.

She couldn't take it any more, flailing on the tile as this centaur looked down at her. This was not angelic, this was not angelic at all.

"I NEED MY PRIVACY TO WORK! I CAN'T WORK WITH YOU LOOKING! IF YOU WANT HER TO BE SAVED THEN LEAAAVVVAAIIEIEEEEEEE!!!"

She squealed, hands slapping at the tile as she bit her lip, eyes rolling up, trying to control the powerful waves of intense orgasm rocking her body and blowing her mind.

"I- I see, uhm, I can leave! If it really helps Violet!"

"YES!"

She heard the sound of trotting hooves, and then after the moment the sound of the front door closing.

The held in scream couldn't be held in any more and she rolled onto her back, hips thrusting into the air allowing Violet full access and she opened her mouth wide and screamed at the ceiling, sprays of her escaping fluid splashing across her face her midriff bulged out with ever more knotted and tangled tongue tentacle, howling her lungs out, her pussy its own mini-heaven.

And then, it was over.

She collapsed to the tile limp as a bit of wet rope, unable to even feel or move her legs, a constant pounding running through her body, her heavy heart beat, and the pleased throbbing of her pussy.

"Oh nuu that wasn't supposed to happen," she groaned, hand dripping with pussy juice pressed over her eyes.

It had only meant to be a little sneaky bit of tongue play from this apparent genius expert who had fallen into her lap, Fey was never meant to see! Her image as an angel was ruined!

She should really put on some actual clothes and go find her and apologise and make her promise never to ever tell anyone of what she had seen here. Ever.

"…"

Her hips started to rise on their own, pushing into Violet's mouth, her soaked wings stiffening behind her back.

Maybe one more session wouldn't be so bad…