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Taxing

It is Spring, when so many things draw a young succubi’s fancies in directions that have nothing to do with writing. However, as it is that time of year … And it can be …

 

Taxing
By TeraS

 

It is said that one of the things that is inevitable in life is taxes. Even in the Realm, there comes a moment where such things have to be paid. But the thing is, unlike other realities, worlds, and universes where that particular day is frowned and fretted upon … in the Realm, things are a bit … different.

She was running as fast as she could, having lost her composure quite some distance back. Along the way, she had “offered” to help five incubi, eight succubi, and—her memories were a bit vague on the next part—at least one elf that was visiting the Realm.

Actually she did remember offering the elf … something … What was it that happened when the elf started? What did that elf do anyway? The breeze that blew under her skirt and against her bare nether lips reminded her. The elf had given her a tongue lashing, and had also walked off with her panties … which, in her muddled state, she was grateful for, as it would make things simpler for her.

After frantically trying to make herself cum, twice, she staggered onwards and then rounded the last corner to see her destination in front of her: the Realm Taxation Office. One might expect that it would be a grandiose building, looming over the street and casting a dark shadow over all that passed by. In truth it was a rather pleasant looking, small, red-brick building with an unassuming presence to it. Of course, that didn’t make any difference to Melissa at that moment as she tried to catch her breath. She could have easily just bampfed here, jumping from her home to this place in an instant. In fact, she was planning to do so, but something made her want to run the entire distance. Getting all hot … sweaty … turned on …

Things just got worse from there. Or better … the elf was pretty talented, after all.

Struggling not to fall to her knees, she wobbled to the door, shoved it open and then slammed it closed behind her. Then that voice came—the one that she heard every year about this time—and that tingle started to get a lot worse.

“So. What’s your excuse this time?”

The question was asked by a black-tailed succubi, her brunette hair in a bun, horn-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and a knowing smile on her lips. No, it wasn’t Tail. This particular black-tail was Willow and she was the “Succubi Efficiently Calculating Realm Earnings Taxation.” At least that was her official title; most called here the “SECRET” Succubi, a title not officially sanctioned by Her Majesty, but one which made the Queen giggle.

Melissa gasped: “Oh, gawd.”

Willow adjusted her glasses and frowned: “Are you seriously telling me we have to go through all of this again?”

The question was, as a whole, kind of immaterial, as Melissa, at that moment, couldn’t quite put two complete sentences together. Melissa was a pink tail, she dressed in pink, loved pink, and usually found herself, as she was a natural platinum blonde, being first to be called when some lucky guy, or girl, wanted a bimbo in bed.

But she really wasn’t all that much of a bimbo, not really. Well, except on this one particular day. At this moment, Melissa’s hair was a wild mess, her right hand was rubbing frantically under her much-too-short skirt while her tail was wrapped tightly around her left thigh.

“Willllooooooowww … Pleeese!!!”

The smirk on Willow’s lips was clear as she picked up a thin file folder and began to read from it, commenting idly as she did so: “Every year … You haven’t done your paperwork, you haven’t filled out your forms, and, worst of all, you didn’t … file.”

Melissa wobbled over to Willow’s desk, her far-too-high-for-her-own-good heels not making that any easier for her as she did so. She gripped the edge of the desk and whimpered in need as Willow continued to talk, the blonde’s pussy getting hotter by the moment.

“You know, you could do things the way you are supposed to and this wouldn’t have to cum to pass every single year.”

Melissa knew that Willow didn’t say “cum,” but her addled mind was turning around and around and her thoughts were moving more and more into the only thing that mattered at that moment. She dragged her tongue over her pink lips and shivered, eyelashes fluttering before she mewled: “Pleesse. Wanna cummmmm …”

She was close, so unbearably close, and she closed her eyes tightly. The touch of Willow’s hand on her bare bum made Melissa arch her back and push her firm, perfectly rounded posterior into that touch, her desperate plea coming out in a rush: “Anything! Pleeeeeeese!”

“Of course. You have to be punished for being tardy with me.”

The promise was followed by a firm swat on Melissa’s bum, and she squealed in surprise: “Sowwy!” She knew, at least vaguely, what was going on, though her mind was fogging up so much that her thoughts were leaving her as quickly as they were being formed. However, when she was told, in a firm, sharp voice, to kneel on the carpet, she eagerly did so.

Willow’s hand touched Melissa’s chin and made her look up into Willow’s sky blue eyes—such pretty blue eyes that Melissa could look into them for hours happily. Willow looked back into Melissa’s vacant blue eyes and sighed to herself. Every year it was the same thing with Melissa. She never came in early, she was always late. Of course, at the moment Willow did have to see to it that Melissa paid her dues to the Realm. Considering that Willow had a bit of a crush on the blonde cutie, she really didn’t mind when she made Melissa pleasure her for hours on end, the screams of pleasure echoing off the office walls and into the surrounding neighbourhood.

Which is exactly what would happen, as it did every year on the day after Tera’s birthday. That was when things were due, of course, and Melissa never paid early. She was always one day late, and needed to pay the penalties for doing so. As that thought came, Willow froze and she looked around the office in confusion. Something wasn’t right. What was the date? Leaving Melissa on the carpet, her fingers roaming her body and her breath catching as she did, Willow walked across the office and took a good look at the wall calendar.

It was two days before Tera’s birthday! The deadline was still two days away! Melissa wasn’t late?

She was caught by surprise when she felt Melissa’s hands cuddle her breasts from behind and her pink tail wrap around her legs. A kiss of those pink lips on the back of Willow’s neck made her shiver in surprise.

“What are you doing Melissa?”

Melissa’s giggle was tinged with need, want, and desire: “Yeah. Fooled you, didn’t I?”

Willow managed to turn around to look at the pink-tail, who was now very nude, her body shiny with sweat from running from her home to the office.

“What’s going on, Melissa? Spill the beans.”

Melissa’s eyes were very focused as she plucked at Willow’s blouse: “You and your office jokes, you dummy. You’re always in the office, doing paperwork, and every time I suggest that we go out or anything you’re too busy. So, the only way I can … mmm … have some fun with you … is to be a bad girl, every year, and … then you just have to do something with me, don’tcha?”

Willow looked at Melissa in surprise. She did this every year on purpose? The SECRET Succubi was so surprised by this that she didn’t resist as Melissa quickly removed everything that Willow had been wearing save her garters, hose, and heels.

“Melissa, I …”

A finger touched her lips, stopping her short: “I have such the crush on you, dummy. I know you like me, too. So why … why don’t you just say so? Tell me you want me, then we can go to your place and have fun, okay?”

That finger moved away and then Melissa took off Willow’s glasses and undid Willow’s hair from its bun: “You can take one night off, with me. I’ll even be early this year. Wadda’ you say?”

Willow smiled, somewhat evilly, which made Melissa lick her lips as she heard the black-tail’s reply: “Okay. I want you. I admit that I want a little bimbo toy. But you are going to be paying for this.”

Melissa fluttered her lashes: “Oh … hope so. Wanna be soooo taxing.”

Willow’s hand touched Melissa’s cheek and drew their lips together. “You are,” she growled after the kiss. “And you are still going to be paying a penalty.”

Melissa moaned as the two kissed: “Wadda’ you mean?”

As Willow kissed her way down the nape of Melissa’s neck she purred: “For being taxing, of course.”

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