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The key was cool against her calloused hand. Holly Berry had finally scored an apartment that was affordable enough to rid herself of roommates. Her last one had been… less than satisfactory. The rent for the place was surprisingly low for the area, though she wouldn’t complain. Holly slotted the key into the hole and turned it until it clicked, unlocking the door. She slowly opened it with a loud creak and stepped inside. The inside was decently big, with a small kitchen, a small living room, and her bedroom and bathroom. Holly smiled as she examined the space. She couldn’t have been happier with her choice.

Holly had moved all of her clothes and other trinkets into the apartment. As her celebration, she gifted herself some lovely TV time. Holly leaned back on the couch, a small squeak coming from within. The TV swam with bright colors and noise as she sank further into the cushions. A yawn bubbled up from her throat as she stretched her muscled arms above her. Her eyes got heavier and heavier as she sat, slowly coming to a resting position. Calm washed over her as she fell into slumber. Suddenly, a loud crash rang through the apartment. Holly jumped off the coach and whipped towards the kitchen. A pot lay in the center of the floor, the cabinet door open. She approached it cautiously and tapped it with her foot. Nothing happened. She crouched down and slowly lifted it off the ground. For a second, she swore she saw a twinkle of pink, but it must have just been the sheen of the metal. Holly decided that it was far too late for this nonsense. She had had a long day, and maybe the cabinets in this apartment were a little faulty. So what? She was getting what she paid for. Holly kept repeating this to quell any thought of a more sinister answer.

Holly made her way to her new bedroom. The dark pink sheets lay on the bed, practically calling out for her to lie down and sink into the comforting layers. She quickly undressed and tossed her dirty clothes into the hamper. She slipped into a tank and plaid pajama pants. Holly yawned once more before tossing herself onto the bed. She slipped under the covers with ease. The soft pillow beneath her head willed her to close her eyes and succumb to sleep. Her eyes drooped as darkness overtook her mind.

Soft hands caressed her strong thighs. A saccharine sweet smell overtook her senses. The warmth was almost overbearing. She felt as if she was being sucked into a warm pool of molasses. The hands continued upwards, running over her stomach and reaching her chest. They stopped and began lightly tracing around them. Holly’s breath hitched for a moment before the hands started kneading into her breasts. A thumb brushed over Holly’s nipple, making her breath stop once again. Noticing this, the hands continued to tease her. They rubbed circles into her nipples, occasionally pinching them between fingers. She felt her shirt lift, and a warm tongue began licking at her breast. When it found her nipple, it began sucking and gently licking. Holly let out a heavy breath. The heat around her somehow increased, becoming sweaty and sticky. The newfound heat began to travel downwards, a new throbbing erupting in Holly’s system. A small moan escaped her lips as the heat from below threatened to swallow her whole. The hands seemed to notice this as one began sliding down Holly’s body. The hand's delicate fingers slowly slipped past the waistband of her pants and traveled down her clothed groin. One finger slowly touched her wet underwear, rubbing slow, lazy circles around her clothed clit. Holly’s breathing intensified as the pleasure washed over her. The motion continued as Holly’s hips bucked up, begging for the fingers to continue. The hand slowly rose back up just enough to enter her underwear. Soft fingers slid past the fabric and went down. Holly woke with a jolt. The throbbing of her clit continued, painful from the lack of friction. Holly wiped her brow and inspected the sweat on her hand. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a wet dream. Maybe as a teenager? The dream had felt so real, it was almost scary. What was real, however, was the persistent throbbing, begging for attention. Holly lay back and slowly slid her hand past her waistband and underwear. Her wetness hit her fingers, warm to the touch. Holly began rubbing her clit until the familiar wave of pleasure washed over her. As she finished, she could have sworn she heard a distant giggle coming from the air.

The cool floor felt nice on her feet. Holly swung out of bed and walked to the kitchen. She got water and put it into her kettle to boil. She leaned against the counter and began scrolling on her phone. Nothing notable was happening; it was more of a way to pass the time than anything. The kettle clicked to signal it was done. She reached into a cabinet and grabbed a mug and a tea bag. She poured the boiling water into the cup and placed the bag to steep. She began scrolling on her phone again and then had a thought. Perhaps these dreams had a reason. She quickly opened her search and typed in her question. She scrolled through the results, nothing particularly piquing her interest. At the bottom of a page was a link to a discussion page describing “vivid dream linked to the supernatural”. Huh, that was an option she hadn’t considered. Holly clicked into the page and began reading. The post detailed a vivid sexual encounter in a dream after having previously experienced strange occurrences. At the bottom of the post, in a section entitled “edit,” it also detailed how they had formed an understanding with the entity. Holly found this very interesting. Maybe it was crazy. But she could try to communicate with the spirit. And if there is no spirit, who will know that she ever did something so strange?

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At work, the idea of some kind of ghost or spirit living in her apartment weighed on her mind. Her head swam with different possibilities and reasonings, but she didn’t have any other ideas. The dream also started creeping back into her mind. It was a little strange, but she wasn’t entirely uninterested. The caressing, and kneading; how close penetration was…Holly’s cheeks flushed, and she shook her head. Work was not the time.

After work ended, Holly began to make her way home. The walk was short, only about ten minutes, so she made it home around early evening. She dug the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door, entering the apartment. Holly thought for a second before saying, “I’m back!”. Why did she say that? She had entertained the idea of ghosts and spirits, but was she getting this crazy already? Regardless, she needed to get some dinner. Holly walked to the kitchen and opened up the freezer, pulling out a premade frozen meal. She popped it in the microwave and leaned back on the counter, waiting for a beep. After a few minutes, the microwave loudly announced its completion. Holly took out the meal, lo mein, and set it on the counter. She opened up a cupboard to grab a plate and hesitated for a moment. Maybe food would appease the spirit? No! Why was she thinking like this? She wasn’t this crazy, right? She lingered in front of the door for a second more before swiftly grabbing two plates. She portioned out the food, giving herself most of the course; it was likely that there was no one else in the room. Holly grabbed two forks and made her way to the couch with her two plates. She sat down and began eating.

The food was decent, nothing to write home about, but good enough. She hadn’t had the time or money to properly buy groceries yet. She continued to rhythmically shovel food into her mouth when she heard the clatter of metal on porcelain. The fork sporadically jostled on the plate, creating a racket throughout the apartment. Holly watched in a mix of fear and curiosity as the fork finally came to a rest. She swallowed nervously before saying, “You need a little help with that?”

“Mmhmm,” a smooth voice purred back. Holly reeled back in surprise. She grabbed the fork and slid some food onto the prongs. She slowly lifted it into the air, where it suddenly disappeared. This process continued until the small plate was empty. A sweet scent filled the air, an ode to its appeasement.

“Who are you?” Holly asked. A sweet voice answered.

“You can call me,” Holly felt a warm breath against her ear. In a whisper, the voice finished “Sugar”. Holly had to take a deep breath.

“Do you have an appearance or are you just…air?” Holly asked.

“Oh, sweetness, how kind of you to ask”. A sudden pink glow began in front of the TV as two glowing pink eyes blinked into existence, followed by a face. The glow traveled down as the rest of her body was revealed. Holly’s eyes trailed her observantly. Her face was plush and white as snow, contrasting greatly with her tan complexion. Her waves of pink hair seemed to glitter as they cascaded down to the ground. The flowing fabric of her gown did little to hide anything. Her body was gorgeous; large breasts rested atop a slim waist. Round hips led down to cushioned thighs. A large pair of feathered wings protruded from her back along with smaller batlike wings and a pronged tail. She looked half-lidded down at Holly. She purred, “Like what you see?” Holly was taken aback. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a beauty like this. The woman sauntered closer to Holly and leaned down in front of her. Her warm breath grazed Holly’s face. “I’m still a little hungry, I think I know a way to mend that, hmm?” Sugar leaned in further and, in a breath, pressed her lips deeply onto Holly’s.

Holly’s eyes widened. However, the surprise quickly wore off into pleasure as the kiss deepened. It tasted like sweet taffy and cream. Craving proximity, Sugar climbed into Holly’s lap to straddle her. Their bodies were pressed flush together, their kiss growing more intense. They pushed against one another like crashing waves. Sugar's touches were electric, buzzing with warmth. Her body was made of pure energy, ready to snap. Sugar’s hand ran up Holly’s neck to pull their face impossibly closer. Her second hand slid down to begin caressing Holly’s breast. She began kneading it like the night before. Holly let out a small groan into their kiss. Sugar once again began toying with her nipple. Warmth began to pool in her crotch, the familiar throb returning. Holly thrust her hips upwards into Sugar. Noticing this, Sugar slid her knee down to rest against Holly’s clothed pussy and began gently rubbing against it. Holly bucked again, begging for friction.
“Doing alright, sweetness?” Sugar asked with a slight tease in her voice. Holly shook her head to signal yes. The winged woman's smile widened. Her hand slowly began to slide down Holly’s side before landing on her abdomen. The soft fingers slowly trailed down before lightly tugging on the waistband of her pants. With a quick pull, they slid down her legs. She traced her fingers over the band of her underwear, taunting her with touches. Wanted to end the teasing, Sugar slowly pulled down her underwear and crept her hand into the heat of Holly’s pussy. Her hands teasingly combed through the coarse hair. Moving down, she gently circled her clit for a moment before sliding down further and slipping one finger into her entrance. She worked her finger in for a bit before gaining enough space for a second. Sugar gently inserted her ring finger. Holly was in a world of bliss. Soft groans came out unwillingly, heat pooling throughout her body. The sticky-sweet scent of the woman inside her was intoxicating, dragging her further into her pleasure. Slowly, Sugar dragged her finger from Holly’s entrance and locked their mouths in a kiss once again. She positioned herself higher on Holly’s lap and slid her hand back down, this time rubbing slow circles around her clit.
However, an unfamiliar prodding reached her entrance; it was velvety smooth and insistent on making its way in. With a stray glance, Holly realized it was the woman’s pronged tail. With one final shove, the appendage inserted itself. A moan left both of their mouth from the contact. The tail was moving in unimaginable ways within her, pleasuring her with every movement. The gentle hands of Sugar continued working at her clit, growing quicker with every moment. Between the tail fucking her and the deft fingers expertly rubbing her, Holly’s orgasm rushed through her body with a shudder. She moaned loudly as she released all of the built-up tension within her. However, Sugar didn’t stop. She removed her tail with a light pop and moved her hand away. She slid herself down, bracing herself on Holly’s thighs. Sugar leaned in and gave the other woman’s pussy a soft lick. Holly rolled her hips at the sensation. Gauging her interest, Sugar made quick work of latching onto her clit with her mouth. She slid her fingers back into Holly’s entrance and began pumping them in and out. Holly couldn’t contain any of her dignity and was moaning much louder than she should have at this hour. She grabbed the back of the winged woman’s head and held it into her heart as the sensation started to build once again. Her legs shook as she reached her climax once again. She practically screamed as she came for the second time that night. Sugar detached herself and made a show of licking up the residue from her orgasm. Holly breathed deeply, attempting to regain her composure. The winged woman rose back up to Holly’s face and planted a gentle kiss on her swollen lips.

“That was incredible,” Holly remarked. “I need to repay you… It’s not fair that I got all the attention.”

“It’s alright, sweetness, I don’t need anything from you.” Sugar replied.

Holly debated this momentarily before pulling the winged woman in for another kiss. Sugar quickly matched the intensity of Holly, tongues gracing one another as their kiss grew more passionate. Holly’s hands explored the other woman's body, feeling every contour and peak. Her hands soon found their way onto Sugar's plush breasts and stroked them softly. She slowly grazed her tanned thumb over the lifting fabric of Sugar’s nipple. She felt a shudder from the woman above her. She pressed harder into them, adding little squeezes as she went. Finally, she got a heavy breath out of the other woman. Holly slid her hands upwards to the fabric on her shoulders and began sliding it down her arms. The gown slowly slid down Sugar’s body, revealing milky white skin with a slight pink blush. Holly leaned towards her, looking up and catching her gaze as she did so, and began lightly sucking on her glittering skin. She lightly scraped her teeth against it as she kissed her breasts. She nipped at the smooth skin and was met with a soft moan. Having heard this, Holly began biting at the flesh, tongue flitting over the tender areas. When she leaned back, the woman's breasts were marked with large red bruises. Holly lightly kissed her breasts once again before trailing kisses down her ribs and abdomen, before reaching Sugar’s pussy. She grazed her lips against the folds, causing another shudder to run through the other woman's body. She opened her mouth and lightly lapped at her, causing a slight thrust from her hips. Taking this as a sign, Holly fully entered and began sucking on her clit. Sugar’s hips bucked again, craving more. Holy slid her arms over the smooth skin of the winged woman's thighs and pulled them towards her face. The heat of her pussy hit Holly’s face. The taste was tantalizingly sweet, the flavor sucking her deeper into her. Her tough flitted over her clit before poking at her entrance. With a slight nudge, her tongue slid in with ease, tasting even more of her than imaginable. She swore that the more of this woman she had, the further into this delectable trance she would fall. She continued with her pace, heat growing as she went. Sugar’s hips bucked against Holy’s face, creating more friction. The woman above her moaned in pleasure, fingers finding their way to Holly’s pink locks. She pulled her face even further upwards as she rode her, the heat of her mouth and slide graze of teeth drove her crazy. Sugar’s pronged tail found its way around Holly’s thigh and wrapped around it tightly. Holly moaned into the winged woman’s pussy. Sugar’s moans grew louder as her pace grew faster with every moment. With one final buck of her hips and throaty moan, her climax arrived. Holly lapped at her folds before peeling her mouth away. The winged woman sat back onto her abdomen and looked at her, pleased. Holly swallowed quickly. The heat hit her instantly. Her clit throbbed painfully, as if she had been teased for hours. Her body was on fire, every touch felt almost too pleasurable. The contact with the woman above her was unbearable; she wished for her to start touching her anywhere. Her hips rose unwillingly. She couldn’t even control herself anymore; the overwhelming lust that came over her left little room for thinking. The tail around her thigh slid upwards, lightly grazing her pussy. She moaned again as the contact left. Another wave of heat and pleasure crashed over her. She looked up at the winged woman. She’s sure she looked pathetic, but anything to get her desperation across. Sugar’s pink eyes looked back at her mischievously. She leaned down towards Holly’s face and planted a kiss on her lips. She began to back away before calloused hands grabbed her face and slammed their mouths together. Holly desperately deepened the kiss, craving friction for any part of her body. Sugar pulled back slightly, receiving a disappointed moan in return, and began planting kisses along her tan jaw, slowly trailing downwards until she reached the crook of her neck. The lightly licked the area before leaning into and sucking on the flesh. Holly’s breath hitched. Her clit throbbed harder as all the blood in her body seemed to go north. Sugar bit down on the skin, rolling it between her teeth before releasing it. With another lick, she began biting the tender spot repeatedly. Holly was a moaning mess; pleasure wracked her body as pressure built. Sugar’s attack on her shoulder continued. Each new area she graced with her mouth left a dark bruise, a sign of her presence. The waves of pleasure kept coming faster and faster until it became too much. Sugar’s mouth detached and leaned in close to her ear.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered. Holly’s legs shook as the pressure reached its maximum. She burst open, pleasure shooting through her body like electricity. She moaned as her climax hit, a loud, throaty noise. Her legs continued to shudder until she felt the energy leave her body. She went limp as the exhaustion of the night hit her. Sugar pulled herself off of her and lay down next to her. Her soft wings gently cradled Holly to her side, finally resting for the night.

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Holly’s eyes opened lazily. She blinked in the early morning light and looked around. Nobody was in sight. She felt a pang of emptiness due to the lack of company, though she had only known the woman for a night. Known was a bit of an overstatement. They had only had sex; it’s not like they shared a chat or any sort of explanation. It was Saturday, her day off, so she figured she could try to figure out who, or what, Sugar was. Her eyes scanned the room once more before landing on herself. One glance down at herself told her she needed a shower. Her clothes were strewn across the couch, little thought given to where they would land the night before. With a sigh, Holly made her way to her room to grab fresh clothes from her dresser. She then continued to the bathroom and pulled back the curtain. She cranked the handle to the warm side and reached for a towel. She stood for a moment before sticking her hand under the stream and feeling the warmth of the water. Satisfied, she stepped under the showerhead and let the water rush over her. She reached for the shelf along the wall of the shower and grabbed her shampoo. With a light squeeze, a sizable glob of product landed in her palm. She began gently massaging it into her scalp, small circular motions up and down. She removed her fingers momentarily to grab conditioner; however, the rubbing sensation continued on her scalp. Holly’s eyes widened as she froze in place.

“Please tell me it’s you, Sugar, and not some other… thing,” Holly said. The air seemed to shiver for a moment before the telltale wings of the other woman opened to reveal her.

“I thought I would get you with that, my dear! My, my, you’re a clever one, aren’t you?” She rested her head on Holly’s muscled shoulder, a finger lightly gliding across her skin.

“Thank you… I’m, uh, glad you think that about me,” Holly replied awkwardly. Sugar simply grinned and pressed her head into the crook of her neck, absorbing her warmth. Holly continued her shower routine, enjoying the presence of the other woman. When she was finished, she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Sugar followed carefully. Holly ran the towel across her body before reaching for her new clothes. She slowly slid them on before looking back at the other woman. She reached out her hand as an invitation to follow her. Pale fingers wrapped around Holly’s tanned fingers, contrasting perfectly. The two made their way back out to the living room and onto the couch. They sat down and sank into its cushions. Both of the women sat for a while, the silence enveloping them. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more of a calm feeling. With a slight shift, Sugar lay her head on the other woman's shoulder.

“If you don’t mind me asking…” Holly began to speak.

“What is it?” Sugar turned to look at her with a light tilt to her head.

“I just… What exactly are you? Not in a rude way, I’m just like, curious.”

“Hmm,” Sugar tapped a finger to her lip. “Let me think for a moment, it’s a bit difficult to explain.” Holly looked at her wide-eyed and curious. “I’m essentially a manifestation of thought and feeling. I was born from a collective wish for leisure and pleasure.” Holly furrowed her eyebrows.

“So you just kind of… popped into existence?”

“Pretty much, my dear,” Sugar cracked a small smile at the tanned woman. “I go throughout the room and help people feel these feelings in the purest forms. I’ve been around for centuries, moving where I want, when I want.”

“If you can do anything you want, why were you lurking in this random apartment?” Holly questioned.

“That is a new development. The tenant before you was somewhat into the… spiritual side of things. In an attempt to obtain my aforementioned ‘pure feelings,’ she created some sort of ritual and brought me here. She somehow figured out how to seal me here.” Sugar’s face fell. “Holly, I can’t leave. I’ve tried, but nothing seems to work.”

“Why did she leave this place if she got what she wanted?” Holly asked. Sugar glanced up and solemnly answered.

“I didn’t give her what she wanted. I simply hid and resisted. This angered her and led her to leave me here with a promise that I would spend the rest of my life trapped in this apartment.” The air around the winged woman seemed to pulse with her frustration. Holly wrapped her arms around the smaller woman. They melted together, the tense feeling in the air dissipating quickly.

Bzzt!

Holly’s phone buzzed. Upset at the ruined moment, she pulled out her phone. It was a text from her boss asking if she could come in in an hour. She knew that no wasn’t an answer, so she quickly typed yes. She sighed. Sugar looked at her quizzically.

“Sorry, I’ll have to go to work in an hour. My stupid coworker is sick again.” Sugar nodded in response.

Holly spent the next 30 or so minutes getting ready for work. It’s not that she hated her job; there were just many more interesting things happening in her life. She grabbed her keys from the counter and made her way to the door. She looked back to see Sugar waving at her. She flashed her a quick smile and left for work.
Scratch what she had thought about work. She definitely hated it. This shift was particularly awful. Everyone around her was driving her crazy, and the workload was getting mostly dumped on her. Her coworkers kept coming to her with every minor inconvenience. It was making her crazy. In all honesty, she missed the winged woman waiting at home for her. Holly concluded that she had definitely developed feelings for the woman in the short amount of time they had known each other. Holly just felt like she had known the woman for much longer… The cycle of complaining and stupidity continued for 8 long hours before she was finally told to head home. The drive was not pleasant. Nobody had their turn signals on, and everyone was speeding up and slowing down sporadically. When she finally made it to her lot in front of the apartment, she just put her car in park and slumped into her seat. She leaned forward to put her head against the steering wheel. When her head made contact, a loud honk came from her car. Oh my god. Holly couldn’t do it.

She quickly got out of her car and stomped up to her apartment.
Holly angrily fumbled through her keys, loud clinking noises ringing through the hallway. Once she had found the correct one she jammed it in the keyhole and cranked it to the left. The door opened with a creak. She sighed in relief. With the way the day had been going, she was convinced her key would break in the door or something. She closed the door behind her and slipped off her shoes. She walked through the hall straight to the kitchen. Without a second thought, she reached up and opened one of the cabinets. She grabbed out the half-empty bottle of whiskey and twisted off the cap. She leaned against the counter and took a swig. It burned all the way down her throat. The taste didn't bother her; she’d done this plenty of times. She put the bottle down and just stared at the wall across from her. She continued to lift the bottle to her lips, taking large gulps each time. Her head began to spin, and her mind felt warm and foggy. The bottle hit her lip, and only a trickle entered her mouth. She groggily looked down at the bottle. It was empty save for a few drops. Had she really just drunk all of that? She set it down and braced herself on the counter. Holly stumbled over and fell onto the couch. The room was spinning. Everything felt so far away yet too close all at once. Her limbs felt heavy and clumsy. A now familiar twinkle began in her peripheral vision. Sugar appeared out of thin air with a questioning look on her face.

“Are you alright, dearest?” She asked.

“I jus’ had a bad day at work, tha’s all,” Holly slurred. A tear welled in her eye, betraying her words. It broke from her tear duct and lazily rolled down her cheek. Sugar swiped it away with her thumb.

“Oh, sweetness, are you sure that’s all?” Sugar wiped away more tears as they flooded down Holly’s cheeks.

“Sugar… I want you”

“Dear, you’re drunk, you’re not in the right headspace. I don’t want you to have regrets”.

“I would never regret this when it’s you we’re discussing.” Holly leaned over and pulled Sugar into a kiss. They parted for a moment .“Sugar, I need you. Please” Sugar nodded and pushed her lips against Holly’s.

Her sweet tongue made its way into Holly’s mouth. The taste of Sugar blended delectably with the whiskey still lingering on her tongue. Their mouths clashed together clumsily. Holly’s mouth was all over Sugar’s, spit lingering around her mouth from missing. Small gasps left her mouth as the winged woman's tongue traced around her tongue. Holly pushed impossibly closer to her face before getting up off the couch. She swayed and stumbled into sugar. She grabbed her hips and continued backwards until they slammed into the wall beside the TV. Their bodies pushed together, moving with the rhythm of their kiss. Holly’s breath had already become labored, every feeling electric in her current state. She could feel Sugar’s lithe body move against her groin in an almost teasing manner. She wrapped her tan arms around the other woman and caressed her body with her clumsy limbs. Every curve fit perfectly against her palms, every peak made to hold. Holly’s hands moved to the large wings on the woman's back. She riffled through the soft feathers, burying her hands in them. Holly felt the wings lightly extend outwards from their tucked position. Tan hands traced their way under the wings to the impossibly softer down feathers. Her fingertips grazed over them. Sugar's breath hitched against her lips. Holly pressed down again, this time a soft moan left her mouth. She slowly moved her hands against the plumage, eliciting increasingly lewd noises from Sugar’s mouth.

“You’re so hot,” Holly managed to say between breaths. Her statement was met with Sugar's mouth reconnecting with hers. She slid her hands down from the wings, down the smooth curvature of her hips, and finally to the plush of her ass. She kneaded with her fingers, pulling Sugar as close to her as she could get. Sugar slowly slid her leg between Holly’s, resting her thigh just below Holly’s waiting heat. A familiar feeling flowed through her body. Warmth pooled, and the throb began. It was almost more intense than last time, which is saying a lot, because she thought she was gonna explode last time.

“You too, my sweetness,” Sugar moaned. The pale woman’s hands moved down from Holly’s shoulder and slowly moved down until they found the crook between her legs and torso. She massaged small circles into the sensitive area, causing Holly to grind down on the air beneath her. She whimpered from the lack of contact. She bucked again, hoping it would be different. Sugar broke their kiss and slowly began removing the tan woman's top. Her shirt fell to the floor, only a bra remaining. Sugar ignored it and instead moved to remove her bottoms. Holly quickly kicked her pants off her feet and away from the two of them. Sugar returned to her soft rubbing, this time slipping her thumbs beneath the soft material of Holly’s underwear. The anticipation was killing her. Her clit throbbed painfully, begging for any kind of contact. She continues to grind on nothing, waiting for Sugar to just touch her.

Sensing her desperation, Sugar slid the crotch of her underwear to the side and ran her hand through her folds. She slowly dipped a finger into her entrance, collecting enough moisture to move to her clit. She rubbed small circles around it, occasionally pressing down harder. Holly moaned at the pleasure from finally being touched. She moved her hands to Sugar’s thigh and slowly slid a hand up. She slid her hand into the pale woman's pussy, stroking Sugar in time with the pace being used on her. Both women moaned at the pleasure of getting off. Sugar pressed two fingers into Holly. Sugar slid a hand up to remove Holly’s bra while Holly moved to caress her wings once again. The bra fell to the floor, and soft fingers were upon her breast immediately. Tan fingers ran through sensitive feathers once again. Both women were enveloped in intense heat and sweet scents. Holly smelled that sweet scent again. She remembered what had happened last time with Sugar. She slowly removed her tan fingers and, due to a lack of better judgment, sucked off the slick covering her fingers. Sugar raised her eyes and watched the lewd action with a smile. The extra layer of heat hit her instantly, trailing down her body. She slid her hand back down to the winged woman's pussy. She kept on petting the soft feathers, driving Sugar crazy. In retaliation, Sugar added another finger. The extra boost of heat was making every touch feel double, and the pressure was building quickly. She could feel Sugar start clenching around her, her pussy so wet it was dripping onto the wooden floor. Sugar's fingers worked into her, sliding in and out with ease. Slowly, a smooth tail crept up her thigh and slid across her entrance. It softly prodded at the side of her entrance before joining the pale fingers inside.

Holly practically screamed. She was so full of the other woman, and it was making her crazy. Sugar moved her other hand back down to her pussy and began rubbing at her clit while pounding into her. Holly desperately and uncoordinatedly rubbed at Sugar’s clit, trying her best to get her off. Both women were on the edge, the pressure palpable as both approached their climaxes. Together, both women moaned and braced on each other as they orgasmed onto one another. The feeling was long and drawn out, feeling like an eternity. It was unlike anything Holly had ever felt before. She felt like she had to have been glowing from the inside out as pleasure continued to burst out of her. As the feeling dissipated, she blinked her eyes open. Sugar was nowhere to be seen. She looked around, confused. She knew she was drunk, but not too drunk to lose a whole person in her vision. She stepped back from the wall and looked around the room.

“Sweetness…” Holly said.

“What did I just say?” Holly said, confused.

“I don’t really… I don’t know what's happening,” she said quietly. Holly’s face fell.

“Is something wrong? Am I okay?”

“Dear, I think I… possessed you? I’m inside your body with you”, Holly’s, or well, Sugar's voice from her mouth said. Holly’s eyes widened. What? “I’m seeing everything you’re seeing and hearing it.” Sugar’s voice explained. “I don’t know if I can move…” Holly began walking forward without her control. “I can move around as you, my dear”.

“That is super strange… not being in control. I also feel like I feel everything more. The floor is so like there. I’m too drunk for all of this.” Holly replied. They were silent for a second before a thought popped into Holly’s mind. If they felt everything as double, does that mean…?” Holly decided she was too tired and too drunk to think anymore. She fell back on the couch and passed out.

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Holly woke up slowly, blinking in the bright light leaking through the windows. Her head throbbed with adult pain, hangover setting in. She groaned as she sat up. Her hands rested on the sofa cushions, slowly sinking into the softness. She looked around, searching to see if Sugar was around.

“I’m still here, dearest,” came from Holly’s mouth. Could Sugar hear what she was thinking? Her mouth quirked up involuntarily.

“I hate to say, but we are sharing one mind.” She giggled something akin to Sugar's voice, but it couldn’t quite capture the sound. A deep part of her mind thought about how strange it was. She blew it off. So if Sugar could hear her thoughts, could she hear hers? 

Yes, dear, that’s how it works. 

Oh! Oh! Sugar, we can just talk in here!

I suppose it’s a little easier than having to make your mouth work double time…

Holly stood up and walked to the bathroom in search of some pain meds for the headache. She popped open the mirror and rummaged around until she pulled out a bottle, unscrewed it, and dumped 2 pills into her palm. She grabbed the cup near the sink and filled it with cold water. Holly popped the pills into her mouth and gulped water. The pills made their way down her throat unceremoniously; it reminded her of the feeling she got from eating peanut butter too fast. 

Being a human must be awful, pain and all that… doesn’t it feel helpless? Just for this limited time, I’ve felt worse than I have in all my years.

I don’t really know, it’s just part of being a person. If you wanted to get into it, you could talk about how pain unites everyone, blah blah blah, but that’s a little more philosophical than I like to get.

I see, I may be too different from you humans to truly understand. I don’t want to sound too down on myself with this, but I’ll never be like you. At least here I’m on your level to an extent, but it’s not me, Holly.

Holly stood there for a minute. They sat in silence.

Sugar… do you wanna experience at least one day in my shoes? We can walk around the apartment or something, I can try to be quiet in here so you can feel like this is you.

Sweetness, would you really let me? I just want to understand what living like you feels like.

Holly smiled at that.

They moved around the room for a while, sitting on the couch, looking out the windows, pacing the floor. Holly’s head looked up and saw the door right in front of them. She reached out her hand and grazed the wood with her real, tangible fingertips. Everything just felt more there than it had. Perhaps it was the doubled feeling, or maybe the human flesh.

I wonder if I could…

She grabbed the doorknob and turned it slowly open, the familiar sad creak coming from the hinges. The bleak hallway came into her view. Sugar had seen it many times while watching Holly leave, but… she couldn’t leave, could she?

Perhaps I can leave in this body. Wait, I can’t, why try? But then again, why not… No! She would only disappoint herself.

Sugar, I think you should try.

The thought rang through their mind. Holly's body slowly moved its leg to cross the threshold. She held her breath in anticipation until… Her foot gently landed on the carpet outside.

I’m outside! 

They took another step forward, both feet planted outside. She turned around and quickly closed the door. 

Holly, will you help me lock the door?

Holly reached into her pocket and grabbed her keys. She stuck them into the keyhole and twisted to the right. Holly took control for a bit, helping Sugar navigate out of the building. Outside, she took a deep breath and let the cool air circulate into her lungs. For the first time in what had felt like forever, she was free to explore the outside world.

She wandered through the streets, looking into quaint shop windows. Everything was so bright and alive; people were strolling around in small groups, laughing with one another, and telling stories. Couples held hands, smiling at one another. It was everything she had imagined. She had never really known what typical human life was like. She had been created from humans but had always existed as a figment of people's lives. 

Was I really just an achievement for people?

She stood in front of a window for a while, staring at the reflection. 

This isn’t even me, I’m just hijacking a body.

Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. She shook it off quickly. The reflection looked back at her for a final time before she turned away and continued down the street. A small coffee shop came into view. It looked distracting enough, so she turned inside. The door opened with a gentle ding, and the scent of coffee and pastries filled the air. She approached the cashier and ordered a coffee. 

She sat at the table and smiled at her drink. She was having so much fun, she hadn’t dreamed of anything like this in so long. The warm atmosphere drew out the warmth within her, and she felt whole, except… She looked up to the empty seat. She moved to grab her drink to distract herself, but pulled her hand back swiftly in pain. She looked down at a red spot forming on her fingertip, another reminder that this was not her body. They were here together, technically, but she was so, so alone.

Holly?

Yes?

I think I’m ready to go home.

Okay, my dear.

That’s not fair! You can’t steal my thing!

A giggle left her lips, a mix of the two women bubbling up from inside. Maybe she wasn’t as alone as she thought.

She made her way home, past the shops, past the streets, until she entered the apartment complex. She walked up the stairs and walked to the door, fumbled with the keys, inserted the key, and turned left. 

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She walked in and immediately dashed for her bedroom. The bed squished under her as she fell into the softness.

So, how do you think we get out of this?

I’m not sure… my only guess is the way I got in. 

So I need to like, y’know, masterbate?

Yes sweetness.

Her cheeks burned hot. They had already had sex several times,  but for some reason, this felt so much more intimate. 

Are you ready, dearest?

Her hand moved involuntarily down, stretching over her abdomen, tracing down-

“Wait!”

Her hand stopped. She felt her eyebrows furrow. 

“I just… here.”

Holly stood up and walked over to her nightstand. She gently opened the drawer and rummaged until she found a small pink object in the back. The texture was soft yet tough; she pulled it out and held it in her hands. Her mouth quirked.

“Well, well, darling,” Sugar spoke from her. 

She made her way back onto the bed and leaned against her pillows. The empty hand moved down her body once more, fumbling with her pants. Her waistband slid slowly down her thighs, the cool air hitting her damp underwear. Her hand gently brushed up and down her thigh, sending a shiver up her spine. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Her clit radiated heat into the cool room, a slight throb pulsing through it. Fingertips reached back up to the waistband of her underwear, smoothly pulling them off. Her legs fell open utop the sheets, practically begging to be touched. The other hand slid down, silicone dragging across her warm skin. It landed in the intersection between the thigh and the crotch, softly pressing itself in. With a soft click, it came to life. The vibration was light, the pulse going down her leg. The head slowly drifted down to her folds, massaging downwards towards her clit. Though the pulse was gentle, the doubled feeling between them made it so much stronger.

Holly’s breath hitched as the pumping sensation worked against her. Her back arched lightly against the bed. She felt her hand click the button again. The vibration intensified, adding to the sensation. She was so wet, the vibrator became slick against her. Holly’s clit throbbed in pleasure, waves of heat washing over her skin. Sheets crumpled as her grip tightened and her back arched further up. A low moan left her mouth. Tingles ran up her side, an unknown feeling. Suddenly, two arms burst from her sides, they were pink with lithe fingers… 

“Sugar, we’re… augh… doing it!” Holly got out between moans. The smooth hands found their correct orientation and began running upwards, moving up the soft fabric of Holly’s shirt. They caressed her warm skin before reaching her tender breasts. The arms latched on and kneaded into them. The vibrator clicked twice. Shutters went down her legs, her pussy shuddering. The vibrations thrummed straight into her clit, sending waves of hot pleasure over her. It felt like her body was being put into overload, though she knew it wasn’t the highest setting. All Holly could do was moan as her brain practically switched off. A familiar thin tail wrapped tightly around her thigh. Sugar's hands shifted to her nipple, running them quickly over the buds. Her hand clicked on the vibrator. The machine was practically alive, its silicone head rammed onto her, and pleasure wracked her body. Sheets stuck to her sweaty skin as her back arched delightfully off the bed. She screamed in pleasure. Her thighs quivered as her orgasm approached. Wetness flowed out of her as her pussy grasped against nothing. With one final moan, she reached her climax. She felt something leave from herself, from her very being. Holly blinked her eyes open and looked forward. Sugar stood at the end of the bed with a pleased look on her face. She quickly lunged at Holly and wrapped her in her arms, peppering kisses on her face. They both laughed as they held each other, together again. Sugar cradled Holly while she planted a kiss on her lips. She moved her mouth down her neck sweetly, slowly, sucking small circles into her warm skin. They lazily lay there together as the pale woman kissed her. Holly drifted quickly into sleep; the lulling warmth on her neck and the exhaustion of the day were a perfect catalyst for her sleep.