There was a peculiarity to the gait of one Haruna Sairenji as she returned home. Some might describe it as wobbly, others as confused, and others still as uncertain. All three were quite accurate and in truth Haruna dearly wished that none of them was.
Clutched tightly in her hand was a seemingly innocent bag. A tiny carrier of sorts for something that she <i>should</i> get rid of, she knew she should get rid of it, it was so wrong and all these thoughts were only serving to make her fingers clasp tighter around it.
“I-I’m home!” she called, grateful for every moment she did not see her sister but still entirely unwilling to go without announcing her presence. It would be humiliating to be caught with this thing, but even then: Politeness must come first! Haruna crept towards her room with an awareness of her footsteps that she didn’t normally possess. Each sounded like a gunshot to her ears! How could anyone fail to hear such a racket? How could anyone fail to come investigate the strange noise? Even so, she reached the door to her room without incident and let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, Haruna!” her sister Akiho said. “I thought I heard you come in. Did you have a good time with your friends?”
Haruna nodded emphatically. Okay, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, just smile and be pleasant and maybe she wouldn’t ask about -
“Hey, what’s in the bag?”
“Nothing! Nothing at all! Absolutely nothing!”
One unfortunate quirk of human psychology is that the more one wishes to draw attention away from something, the more likely it is that one will inadvertently draw attention towards it. Which in turn often makes people all the more curious about what is being hidden. Which is why Akiho was easily able to snatch the bag out of Haruna’s grip, even in spite of her desperate efforts to keep it out of there.
“What’s this? What’s this?” Akiho laughed, holding the bag just above Haruna’s head and pulling it away whenever she tried to grab it.
“Give it back!” Haruna pleaded. “Please, stop treating me like this!”
“Well, if you won’t tell me what it is, I’ll have to find out myself, won’t I? Hm?”
Akiho’s hand reached into the bag, causing Haruna to recoil in horror. This was it. Her life was over! She couldn’t stay here anymore, not now that her sister had discovered -
“What’s this supposed to be?” Akiho asked, holding the long, black and rubbery item aloft. “Isn’t this… Just like Lala’s tail?”
Haruna meekly nodded.
“Oh, I see!” Akiho said with a slight laugh. “So you can cosplay as your alien friend. That’s adorable! Hey, it even has some sort of sucker on the end. So you can attach it? My, my! I’ll have to try it out myself sometime!”
“If… If you’re done having fun at my expense, can I please have it back?” Haruna asked, just wanting this conversation to end, please end.
“Sure, sure!” Akiho said. “I’m sure it makes my adorable little sister even cuter! Why, with a tail like that, Rito will confess for sure!”
“He- He’s not like that!”
Haruna grabbed the tail and fled into her room. Honestly, what sort of older sister was she supposed to be, anyway? Always treating her like - like a little kid and teasing her about everything, and -
Okay, Haruna. Stop and breathe. You’re just letting the stress get to you, she didn’t realise what this thing really was. What you need to do is calm down. What you need to do is control your breathing. And right now, you know the best way to make that happen. You <i>know</i> the perfect way to relieve that stress.
No, no, no! She shook her head and slapped her cheeks. That was exactly the one thing she shouldn’t do! Indulging in <b>that</b> was unthinkable! Immoral! Dirty! Filthy!
Naughty.
A shudder shot down Haruna’s spine as she remembered the tantalising taste she’d gotten earlier on. The only thing that had stopped her from trying anything further was the presence of the others. That was all. The singular limiting factor on her behaviour had been the presence of other people because if they hadn’t been there she would have gone so much further and tested out the full limits of what this thing could really do, and the worst part was the sudden realisation that she really <i>was</i> alone now and that one of her hands was already tugging down the waistline of her skirt a little while the other had gripped the tail by the sucker end and was pressing it against the small of her back.
As soon as the connection was established it felt like she’d sat on a live wire. Her nerves adjusted instantly to the addition of what was essentially a new limb, introducing a small amount of artificial pleasure reaction to facilitate the process. After a few seconds the process was completed and Haruna found herself staring at her reflection in a full body mirror. The tail swished around behind her, and -
And she looked hot as hell.
No, don’t think like that. Sure, the deviluke tail gave her a bit of a seductive edge that she knew was never usually there. Or maybe it was a placebo effect (which it was, but Haruna had no way to know this), or maybe something else. But Haruna knew that if she let herself think about how sultry she looked she’d inevitably think about how sexy she felt, and if she thought too much about how sexy she felt -
The tail swished down between her legs and started lovingly caressing her inner thigh.
Yeah. That. That would happen. Must be an unconscious reaction or something. Felt kinda good, though. Felt kind of - Haruna stumbled backwards and landed on her bed rather a lot more softly than she might have expected. She shook her head. Oof! Stupid tail, making her feel dizzy like that! Wasn’t it supposed to help with balance? Wasn’t it supposed to -
The tip of the tail wiggled as if nodding its head. No. More like the way a king cobra danced in front of its prey before striking. Sort of bobbing around in a slow, rhythmic fashion designed to attract the eye and maintain a centre of attention. Why was it sticking out between her legs like that? Oh! She must have sort of landed on top of it when she tripped! Well, maybe she should help it move into a more comfortable position. Which meant she should probably try to grab the tip, and -
And she shouldn’t do this. She didn’t have to do it that way. Not at all. Haruna licked her lips. It would be easy enough to concentrate and make it go back to where it was supposed to go, or even reach behind herself and pull it off. Easy. Could do it anytime she wanted. No hassle. No trouble. Nothing stopping her. This whole chain of events could be brought to a halt now through either course of action.
A hand encircled the tip of the tail, and Haruna knew that she’d just passed the point of no return. The grip was tight - though not too tight - and she made a little flick of the wrist that drew her enclosed fist along a portion of the tail’s length. The simple gesture stole the breath from her lungs. And so she repeated it. And again, and again, and again. Faster each time. Each stroke an experiment in bliss and the slightest glimpse of paradise. Yes. Yes! More! Sweat soon began to pour from her brow and she collapsed back onto the bed, stroking her tail with bucking hips while using her spare hand to fondle her breasts.
“Ri-Rito!” she gasped, imagining it was he who was touching her in this way. Except that before long others began to intrude on this fantasy. Other girls who, like her, wore fake deviluke tails and mindlessly blissful smiles….
- Flashback to Haruna getting the tail!
- Another girl experiments with the tail. Who is it?
- The next day at school, how has Haruna been affected by her tail use?
- Something else
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