CW: tailvore, implied ntr
Hi hello! This is a microfic I posted over on Bluesky! It's about a retired lesbian monster girl getting propositioned by the magical girl she almost tailvored a decade ago.
I spot her across the bar, and almost spit out my drink. Holy fuck. It's been a decade since I last saw her. She was younger, then. So idealistic. So in love with her boyfriend. So righteous in that magical girl outfit. Why the hell is she here? This ain't a bar for magical girls.
Only two kinds of folk make their way to Lisette's: predators and prey; and you don't go to a monster girl bar as a human thinking you're a predator.
Before I can spiral more about the last time we saw each other, she catches me staring. I glance away, hoping she doesn't notice me.
"Do I… know you?" How did she get through a crowded club this fast? I looked away for all of three seconds.
Then I remember Magisorcerer Tiana did the same thing during our fight, and I flinch.
"U-um, no. No, you don't," I say, trying to exit the situation.
She blocks my path. "Yeah, I do."
I sigh. "Look, it was a long time ago. I'm legit now. Desdemona's in jail and... And I don't do that with my tail anymore." I gesture to the tip of my tail. Her eyes fall to it. And stay there.
"You... Don't...?" The question isn't incredulous.
It's disappointed. She's disappointed.
"I..." She blinks away tears. "I'm sorry for bothering you."
I'm left stunned as she goes. The nerve. She tracked me down and thought I was still some brainwashed goon who would consume girls like that.
I've moved on. I learned to control it. I don't need it anymore.
I walk after her for blocks, and it becomes clear after the first that she's not headed home.
She's headed deeper into the industrial rot of the city. Places where nobody will hear you if you scream.
After the fourth block, she looks back at me. She smiles, and my tail twitches. It's been so long.
When she turns into an abandoned refinery, I stop. She's led us back. God, this woman.
I shouldn't want this, but then I hear her chant her transformation phrase. And yeah: it's wrong. I spotted the ring on her finger back at the bar.
It doesn't stop me from climbing up the catwalk to drop on her.
My heart's thudding in my chest. I'm not as spry as I was, and if I'm misreading this then I'm fucked. The civil penalties for non-absorptive tailphagia alone would've bankrupted me if I hadn't been brainwashed into a thrall.
And now she's asking me to… to… God, I wanna consume her.
My tail's tip spreads wide, eager for its first meal in years. I didn't know I was missing it until now. Until I land and I slip over her.
She tastes so good. Honey and lilac and sweat. I slip her ring off.
She won't be needing that.
Not when she has me. Not when she's struggling and whimpering.
Magisorcerer Tiana can teleport. She doesn't. She thrashes and moans as she slips further down my tail… And then in.
Inside, where she can not exist. Where oblivion caresses her. We stay that way for hours.
In the afterglow, we exchange numbers. I hand her back the ring. She tells me to keep it.
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