The Devil went down to Texas (Rough, Demons, Futa/f, huge sizes)

Story by Sambeauchamp

(This is my first post, so I would love and appreciate any comments or criticism! Ill post chapter 2 soon, but if people like it, Ill try and get it out faster, though work might get in the way!)

Kira hummed a song to herself as she walked down a sidewalk, earphones in her ears blasting loud folk punk. The 20 year old girl was dressed in a tight black band t-shirt with the words ‘Ramshackle Glory’ stretched across her ample bosom, and a black skirt that sat a couple inches above her knees. She was a short, maybe 5’2, though her black, knee high faux leather boots made her seem 5’5 at least. Her hair, dyed a deep crimson, was fashioned into a down hawk, the sides shaved close to her scalp, her hair hiding one of her heavily eyelinered eyes. Her ears each had three piercings, her nose had one ring, and she had two tongue piercings. She was on her way home from work at a local record store, where she had scoffed at all the plebeians buying ‘mainstream’ albums, and rolling her eyes every time someone bought a Beatles album. Yes she was one of those, though one could hardly blame her, since she was still so close to the teen-aged years, where one thought they knew everything.

The gothic looking girl sighed and wiped her brow, the heat of the Texas summer making her sweat, and her refusal to not wear black didn’t help. She thanked herself for buying water resistant make-up, and picked up the pace. She lived alone, and had no car to speak of, so she had to walk 20 blocks every day to work. Since she had run from home in Ohio, she didn’t mind walking, but the she had forgotten her water bottle at home, and was cursing her memory. She squinted at the glare off of the Austin streets, and looked to see if there was any good shade she could rest in for a bit. The only shade she saw was on peoples properties, and most people, even in the liberal and weird city of Austin, didn’t like a strange and angry looking young woman standing on their lawn under their trees or on their porch.

Kira shouldered her backpack, a green, tattered thing covered in pins, and kept her quick pace. She was only 5 blocks from work, but it felt like she had been walking for miles. She knew she came to Austin for the huge music scene, and the people, but in the heat, she had wished she had gone to somewhere where heat stroke wasn’t a daily threat. She pulled out her iPod, one of the few things from her old life she had held onto, and looked for something else to listen to, wanting something a little angrier.

Looking through her extensive library, she failed to notice the very attractive woman with black hair, wearing a red t-shirt and tight jeans walk out onto her porch, and grin as she saw the young record store employee. She was only a few houses ahead of where Kira was, and had seen her walking either direction quite a few times. The anti-conformist had peaked her interest. Her grey eyes followed Kira closely, and she waited until she was right in front of her house. She grinned and called out, “Hot enough?” she said loudly, hoping to get a response out the younger woman.

Kira heard some buzzing over her new selection of music, and her head shot around, looking for the source. Her eyes finally locked on the well-endowed woman standing on her porch. She pulled on earphone out of her ear, and gave an elegant and brilliant response. “Huh?” The black haired woman giggled and repeated her question. The Goth scoffed while grinning, “Nah, I like it when my boots melt the pavement, stops me from moving." Kira moved a little up the woman’s driveway, her interest peaked as well. She liked the look of the woman, and wouldn’t mind a closer view, and the shade of her porch looked enticing. The woman laughed again, “Seems like it gets hotter every year here. I see you walk by every day, and you looked interesting, and since I'm not doing anything, I thought I might offer you a lemonade and a bit of respite from the heat”, she said softly. Kira gave a wide grin, and walked up onto the porch, “Sure, that would be great, I wouldn’t mind some company for a while either”, she said, her tone a bit suggestive. The black haired woman seemed to pay it no mind, and opened her door, and gestured for Kira to come in. “I’m Lasciel”, she said smiling. Kira walked in and looked around, “I'm Kira,” she said, as she appreciated the inside.

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