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Subject Post 11PostSubject: Re: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica]   Wed Jul 11, 2018 10:32 am

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She was hopeful at first, elated even; it looked like it would work this time! No. It didn’t. To her surprise the panties had been torn and broken in their way to being worn. It produced a rather audible groan from the Quincy as she pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes for just a few seconds. Monica was indeed pretty new and naïve to such clothing items, but there was far more to it than that. Then it became far too much when she wore the next dark thong like a hat, adding even more insult to injury. In an abrupt motion, Sofia would yank the panties from her hands, keeping them to herself for the time being before she spoke.

“You need to concentrate; focus. You need to learn how to better control yourself and your energy Monica,” said Sofia with a more disciplining and harsher tone. “Ease and relax the energy around your body. You can do it.”

Although Sofia wasn’t completely aware of the extent of the abilities Monica possessed, it didn’t really matter. Regardless of the race, each individual of significant power had the ability to influence the energy coating their body to behave in very specific ways. Otherwise there would be people walking around with blades that touched the moon, or mass genocides due to massive amounts of energy released on a whim. And while Quincy like Sofia were masters in energy control, it wasn’t something that was entirely unique to them. Given the power and skill someone the likes of Monica enjoyed, it should have been no problem to exert some further control over herself. Surely she could do so here, lest she wanted to earn that very specific and challenging stare of dominance from Sofia as she declared herself the superior of the two.

“Let’s try this again,” said the raven haired girl as she handed the panties back to her. “Look.”

Once she handed them off, Sofia lifted up her skirt. It was a good thing they were both inside the dressing room. No one else needed to see the lacy beautiful look of the navy blue panties…which looked a lot more like a thong as she did a little twirl. In any case, she would expect her partner to control the energy surrounding her body, and keep it that way. If she was successful, the dark panties with a general design of a thong would finally be able to slide up her thighs with ease, secure her womanhood, and stay there. In the whole strangeness of the situation Sofia hadn’t even stopped to notice the exact color the Demon had chosen to wear. Once she had them on though, she’d make sure to check.

What was for certain however, given her body shape, the design, and how well they could slide up, was that they would certainly look perfect on her. With everything else turning out well, and assuming the wear-the-panties operation had been successful, the Quincy would walk out the dressing room, waiting on Monica to do the same. With basic clothing shopping done, the two were ready to hit up other areas of the mall including, but not limited to the food court. With their looks and their nearly matching outfits, they were bound to draw a large number of well and ill-mannered stares from both sexes, ranging from the thirsty to the envious.

“By the way,” said Sofia before reaching for her friend’s hand, “this is still a business meeting, but there’s no reason we can’t have a little fun.”




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Subject Post 12PostSubject: Re: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica]   Thu Jul 12, 2018 6:40 pm





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God, it was so frustrating and embarrassing when the cloth ripped. She really, really didn’t like looking this inept around this person. However sofia was surprisingly understanding about it. She instead of making fun of her mimed how it would be best to put them on. Demonica of course she’d never admit it watched and studied her actions in hopes that she might be able to get the blasted garment on. Sofia made it look easy, not like the veritable flimsy piece of garbage that demonica had perceived it to be in a fit of anger. However. . .

Demonica had to at least try to get this triangular cloth on. Therefor she would take her time and went through the steps shown to her. Slowly sliding the panties up on her side bit by bit until she managed to get them beyond the part that they had been before. The shapely cloth finally resting snugly on her rear, it’s tightness just enough to accentuate her assets while keeping it all family friendly at the same time. It was strange, and demonica took a few moments to look at her rear in the mirror. After all, it looked so weird seeing something so form-fitting against her behind. Thus, she moved her hips, as if she was swaying them to get a good eye-full of the clothing that had been picked out for her. She couldn’t say that she hated them, because she really did like them, it felt nice and it looked nice or so she hoped. After wiggling her hips to see how they fit a few times she was dragged out of the dressing room, being caught by surprise as she said in a tone that was close to confused and argumentative one may have ever heard her get without seeking to destroy something.

”H-hey! Where are we going?”

Demonica wasn’t used to being drug around like this. She normally was the one doing the dragging , quite literally it’d be worth adding. However her eyes soon took in the strange pillar ceiling that seemed to pierce the sky forever. It was truly amazing what humans had been able to accomplish when one really put their mind into appreciating it rather than destroying it like she so often did. Infact demonica paused and let out a sigh as she looked at the realm that surrounded her, the bustling people, the aroma’s the smells, the hope the joy that permeated the air and she couldn’t help but say.

”It’s. . interesting. I never had paused to soak in humanity before, not at a mundane person that is. They don’t fear me, they don’t even know what i am, that i am a wolf in the flock of sheep, and . . it’s nice. Truly, i don’t think i ever would have had this experience if i hadn’t of come here. “

Demonica rarely thanked people, let alone let her own thoughts run freely like this. She was one to give tips to others, but predominantly a bruiser that solved issues with her fists. So getting in touch with her softer side was not something that was typically on the agenda. Yet, here she was in a shopping mall her body naturally gravitating towards a pretzel stand and dragging sofia along for the ride--seeing as sofia had grasped her hand after all. After she came to the pretzel stand she paused, and exhaled. She didn’t have much but demonica seemed to stop herself from salivating as she looked at the food. She hadn’t really ever needed to eat, however she had also never really been open to trying so either.

Maybe it was because sofia hadn’t judged her first thing. Hadn’t tried to rope her in, hadn’t tried to coerce her or blame her. She had simply dragged and said let's go, and didn’t show any alternative motive that had demonica opening up to her in this manner. However, right now she obviously wanted that pretzel but didn’t want to steal it, nor knew exactly how to go about getting it from the vendor.




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Subject Post 13PostSubject: Re: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica]   Fri Jul 13, 2018 11:38 am

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“We are going to one of the very best places in the mall, the food court.”

There was some level of truth and some level of lying to that statement however. Most of the food being sold in that area was actually extremely yummy. It was mostly due to the overabundance of oil, sugar, fried food, and salt that made the large majority of it. However she liked to believe there was some level of skilled involved beyond what a spoiled teenager half assedly would perform. Sofia did notice Monica staring at one of the pretzel stands, so she went and did something completely unlike her; something that was more fitting in one of the waifu melodrama that were so popular with the overly angry, the overly needy, and the overly lonely.

“Hiya!” said Sofia to the shopkeeper as she jumped behind Monica, hands squeezing underneath her friend’s arms. “We were hoping to buy one of your biggest pretzels! This is our first time here!”

Her arms hand slid just underneath the Demon’s, and her cheeks pressed cutely against her friends too. In fact, one not known any better, it would be easy to assume they were either siblings or a couple. One could even presume their pupils had become extremely large in comparison to their heads. Though it was difficult to discern whether that was for sure, or just a mere mental comparison to the impossible features and anatomy so popular in oriental cartoons. From the looks of it though, they were extremely happy, extremely peachy, and extremely friendly. And it seemed like that same attitude Sofia had managed to display had rubbed off on the one tending to the shop just as well. He responded with just as gleeful a smile as he spoke to them.

“Your first time around here?” said the man seemingly shocked. “Why, you gotta try it. Here, first one’s on me!”

“Thank you!” said Sofia as she gave Monica kiss on the cheek and took the pretzel before waving the man goodbye, and going on their way.

So soon as they were out of sight from the shop, the Quincy would get off from the Demon, handing her the Pretzel as she did. And, by pointing at an ice cream place no more than a few steps ahead, she hurried her friend to it. From the looks of it, Sofia wasn't as interested in the pretzel. Carbs were fine, and she liked them, but she was craving a little something else. As they got to the ice cream place, they'd notice the business had just about every flavor commonly known. To boot, they even had more toppings than either of them likely knew. But more importantly, the ice cream was done in a completely different way than the girl had ever seen. Rather than scooping it from containers in their freezers, it was made on the spot through some form of nitrogen science stuff. Cool!

"See?" asked Sofia as she looked at her friend. "Wasn't that a lot more fun, a lot more positive, and without a need to steal?"



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Subject Post 14PostSubject: Re: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica]   Sun Jul 15, 2018 1:32 pm





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Ahh, they smelled so good! Or at least, that's what demonica thought as she was keeping herself from sniffing the pretzel. It wasn’t become to sniff the food, and therefore she didn't. However, that certainly didn’t mean that she was going to ignore the very real possibility that the food before her could be absolutely scrumptious. As the demon was pondering how to pay, or rather procure the food she felt her personal space being violated in a manner that very, very few beings had the gall to do, let alone felt comfortable doing based on simply what she is capable of doing. Yet, here sofia was with her arm hooked around demonica’s and her face squished up against the demonesses in a manner that was certainly enough to throw the demon off-center. She didn’t expect such close proximity, despite having been shown time and time again that the prodigy was different than most people.

However . . that wasn’t to say that demonica disliked being touched in such a close proximity. Infact, although she’d never admit it--the touch was welcome and made her feel a somber warmth bubble up mellowly in her chest. Infact as sofia used this cute display to goad the vendor into giving them a free treat, and topped it off with a soft smooch to the demons cheek, the faintest of blushes had barely dusted demonica’s face with a hint of red. She wasn’t used to sappy, soppy, gooey encounters with others, because quite honestly her idea of a social interaction often ended with her fist in another person face. She wasn’t exactly the social sort, yet as they walked from the vendor, demonica lightly nibbling on the crisp browned carapace of the pretzel, taking in it’s doughy, salty flavor that had her toes secretly curling in delight--she felt like she was marginally conflicted.

However, when sofia tried to extricate herself from the demonesses hold, the demon decided to cheat a bit and make use of her vastly superior strength--gently tighten her hold on the prodigy’s arm and keep it firmly trapped at her side. Now of course the demon wouldn’t explain herself, and opted to nibble quietly on her pretzel, and probably let her eyes roam the store fronts as she was towed along, rather than meet what would probably be an inquisitive stare in her direction. Demonica wasn’t good at conversation, and even less at interaction like the one they were currently having.

Yet, she enjoyed it so thoroughly. Being able to walk beside this quincy was an unexpected delight. She didn’t need to put up a front, and she also wasn’t being judged for being herself. However more then that, the quincy had genuinely shown her a good time, and the demoness appreciate that more than then sofia could probably even begin to fathom. Demonica loathed personal contact, she found it abhorrent for many reasons she really didn’t wish to get into, however--she didn’t mind sofia’s touch. Infact, as shown by her earlier action, she liked it far more than she probably would be willing to readily admit. Because of this though, a phantom smile still lingered at the corner of her lips as she continued to nibble on the pretzel in her hand, while she was being dragged to their next destination. Her lips parting only to respond when sofia said what they did was a good alternative to stealing, her voice soft.

”Yeah. . . i guess”




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Subject Post 15PostSubject: Re: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica]   Yesterday at 11:26 am

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From the way Monica nibbled on the pretzel, and from the expression she gave, it was clear she enjoyed it. That was good. In fact, Sofia could even see the slight hint of a blush on her expression. Perhaps the treat was far better than she thought. While they stood in line at the ice cream place however, the Quincy couldn’t help but look around at all the people in the area. The world was such a vast and special place, and the details and amenities were often lost in those like her. Power and ego had become such a prominent aspect of their lives that they had forgotten the value of the true Human existence and how beautiful the more lackluster of details of it could be. Most people were trapped in a sort of eternal dick waving contest about who could do more, who had done more, and so on. It was pitiful. Her attention was brought back once more to what truly matter, when a strange spoke out, seemingly about them.

“Yo, that girl’s hot as fuck,” said a college guy to his friend.

“Yea, but which one?” asked the other laughing as they walked past them, taking a moment to look at their rear.

In a different time, perhaps two or more years ago, Sofia would have chased them, beat them within an inch of their lives, and enjoy it. And while that was still her for certain circumstances, she had improved on the areas she thought she should. Instead, she’d simply smile in Monica’s direction, and then smile over to the boy’s. Once she made sure her friend wasn’t looking, she’d go the extra mile. Placing her hand, not over Monica’s ass, but just a few inches away from the fabric of her skirt, she began to make rubbing and smacking sensual motions. The guys were having the time of their lives as they looked on, laughing and with a truly hilarious expression. As soon as the Demon had turned, Sofia would make sure to stop, hopefully fast enough to avoid her from seeing what she had done, just as the guys left. Instead, she would simply give her a large grin that seemed far too large and innocent, like the response of someone extremely guilty.

“What can I get you ladies?” said the store keeper with a helpful smile.

“Hmm, let’s see,” said Sofia as she pointed to the pictures, her other hand still held hostage by her partner. “I want a dulce de leche ice cream, with brownie chunks and cookie dough as topping. How about you Monica? They have all kinds of flavors, fruits, and toppings.”




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Subject Post 16PostSubject: Re: The Wings of Freedom [Demonica]   Yesterday at 6:13 pm





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All the touch, the acceptance and even the feeling that everything would be alright. . it was almost too good to be true for the demoness who had for so long went without these things. Infact as she was dragged over to the ice-cream vendor across the way, the demoness had remained silent for quite some time. Opting to chew on her treat rather than respond to sofia about the icecream even when they got there. It wasn’t that she was intentionally trying to be rude perhaps, but that all this sensory information was quite contrary to what she at her core had brought herself to believe. The fact that she was here, linking arms with someone eating a pretzel of all things was the complete opposite of how her life had gone, and because of that she felt that maybe this might be something that would slip away at a moments notice? That this respite could be potentially some kind of convoluted joke that someone was playing on her?

Demonica was not prone to paranoia, nor was she prone to acting upon her fears because she did not let her emotions govern her. However, something like this? A chance to be something other than what she had been for the most part considered to be by others? It was a chance that startled her for the simple fact that it. . didn’t make sense. Sofia didn’t make sense, and as much as she didn’t want to dredge up memories of the past--she couldn’t help but do so.

It wouldn’t really be apparent to her quincy friend maybe, other than it seemed like the girl would deviate in the amount of pressure that she had put upon the quincy’s arm before catching herself. True, such a thing could simply be because demonica forgot to control her own strength--but really would beings like sofia, or demonica for that matter forget such an important thing such as control over bodily strength? The answer was: very unlikely. Which would be why this could probably be an easy indicator into the psychological state of demonica at this point in time.

Truly she was. . a tad trapped in the perpetuating self-doubt and feeling of worthlessness that were dredged up with those memories that she had well. . . If sofia hadn’t picked up on the rather grim turn of her friends psyche, she’d end up having to chase the girl as she found the closest spot devoid of people to calm herself down. However if she did pick up on those very faint signals, the demoness would let out an exhaled breath that she hadn’t known she was hold before she glanced up at the prodigy and leaned into her.

It wasn’t searching, nor sexual by any means. Infact this action was . . tame and aligned with the previous actions that the demoness had undertaken. The undertone however was more . . . comforting. As if the demoness was doing this because she wanted to be assured that sofia was actually here, and not some sort of illusion. It may seem odd given the brief time they had spent together, or known each other. However, deep down this might have been the one thing that demonica was searching for, and now that she had some semblance of it she was truly afraid that it might simply vanish into smoke.

It was why she leaned into sofia, and closed her eyes. She didn’t trust what she was seeing, and thus she was using her sense of touch, of smell, of sound, it was quite the odd means of comforting herself but. . nonetheless. She just needed these memories to pass, back into the tiny little box they came from.





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