Behind on Lust

Nessie didn't even wait for Pixie to find her words. Using Pixie like a toy made her come to a conclusion. That worrying about who she is, is a silly thing to worry about. She'll be who she is as long as she does what she wants to do. She started getting dressed to leave the dorm room for the first time today. "Hey where are you going?" Pixie asked.

Nessie put on her jacket, "in about 10 minutes it's when I usually pass by John in the hallway. I'm going to hang out with him."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Ohhh you... fucking tease. I'm rubbing off on you."

Nessie smirked, "You're really good at rubbing something."

Pixie sighed, "Listen. Nessie. I like this new you, but people don't make changes like this so quickly. Don't make any mistakes out there."

Nessie felt a truth to her words, but was too motivated and stubborn to admit it. "I'll be fine" She says as she leaves the dorm.

"Oh that girl..." Pixie mutters to herself.

With a hint of mischief she checks the drawer that Nessie usually leaves the pendant in, hoping she could pay back Nessie's behavior from that morning. Alas, there was no pendant to be seen. Nessie, in all her energy, had the wherewithal to remember to take it with her. "Darn..." Pixie thinks aloud as she hovers over to her soft pillow and curls up to take a nap.

Nessie, with a rejuvenated smile on her face and a pep in her step, waits for Josh in the hallway where their paths cross. She sat waiting on a loveseat, one of many placed throughout the interior of campus to help students take proper breaks on hard days full of study. Or midday naps for people on their way to dropping out. Josh comes walking by right on que. "Hey Josh!"

"Oh, hi! Hey Nessie what's up?"

"Not much, just feeling really good today. Hey, are you free this weekend?"

"Um... yeah? I could make time. What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know yet... start with food?"

"What kind of food?"

Nessie thought for a second. They were both capable of getting up early. "Breakfast? And then we go from there?"

Josh smiled, "Yeah I can do that, there's a place I like down the street. I'll shoot you the info later."

"Sweet thanks!"

"See you saturday!"

Josh started to walk off towards his next class. Nessie decided to give chase, "Hey do you mind if I walk with you?" she asked.

"Yeah go ahead. I don't mind." he said, making room for her to stride next to him.

Nessie smiled as she took her place, "You know, I still don't even know your major."

"Huh, I guess it never came up."

Nessie waited for a second before asking, "Well, what is it?"

"Oh right. Uhh business. It's pretty easy."

Nessie smiled, "So the legends say. I'm majoring in English."

"Oh that's pretty neat. What made you want to do that?" Josh asked.

Nessie answered, "I've always liked to read, just wanted to take it to the next level I guess."

"That makes sense. For me I've always dreamed of running my own business. Something fun like a pizza shop or a trampoline park."

"Ooo, what do I gotta do to get free pizza for life?"

Josh kinda laughed, "I don't think you're ready for that."

"What does that mean?" Nessie asked.

Josh laughed, "Don't worry about it."

Nessie had an idea what he was thinking. She stifled her blush when the thoughts crossed her mind as well. She replied, "Well now I'm going to worry about it."

An abstract thought passed through her mind. She felt like she was playing a game rather than socializing. She was putting work into enticing this guy, but she could just as easily go home and play with Pixie all she wants. Was it worth it? She knew she'd rather work on getting closer to this guy, and develop a real something, but there was still a nagging call to get her attention for free from Pixie. Those feelings suddenly brought forth all her emotional exhaustion from earlier. Luckily that came just as they approached the door to the classroom she was walking him to. She smiled and waved as she sent him into his class, and once the door closed behind him her emotions were worn on her face.

She started to wander back to her dorm. Pixie was right, she wasn't suddenly ready to be this confident and flirty person. Not only had she only managed to set up a date rather than get in his pants, she completely socially burnt out in less than 10 minutes. She also became aware of how sexually spoiled she's been thanks to Pixie's meddling. Self imposing the work to break away from what's easy felt exhausting on her already taxed psyche. She slumped back to her dorm, feeling defeated.

Upon opening the door Pixie woke up, "How'd it go?" she asked groggily.

Nessie didn't feel like talking about it. She grabbed her pendant from under her shirt, opened it up, and licked her pussy in order to send all her thoughts to Pixie in order to avoid explaining. Pixie's eyes weakened, "Oh honey... we'll need to work on this..."

Nessie sighed, "I would like to work on this another day, please."

Nessie slumped over onto her bed. Pixie fluttered over and sat down next to her pillow. She grabbed a strand of Nessie's hair and started stroking it gently. "You have a date with him on saturday..." Pixie reminded.

Nessie hid her face under a limp arm, "I know... should I have even done that? Am I ready?"

Pixie smiles with the warmth of a mother helping her daughter, "I think it's fine that you did that. It could've been worse."

Nessie mutters, "I know... but-"

Pixie cuts her off. "Nessie, hear me out. If you had managed to get him into bed today, that would've been very bad for you."

"What do you mean? Aren't you supposed to encourage me sleeping with him?" Nessie asks.

Pixie answers, "Well, yes. Technically I would be doing my job right if you had fucked him. But I'd only be doing my job as well as a bean counter counts beans."

Nessie laughs, but still remains despondent. "What does that mean?"

Pixie moves in closer to her face, "It means my job would've been done, but it would've only been the bare minimum of my job. I hold myself to a higher quality than to just look at you and our contract as a to-do list. Real results have a lot more going on than you could ever put in writing."

Nessie shrugs, "I guess that makes sense..."

Pixie smiles, "Mhm, and if you had managed to get him in bed today that wouldn't have been you in bed with him. Your emotions are running high... and low. It's gonna make you all wonky. Let's save you from some bad decisions and actually think about our feelings rather than run away with them, okay?"

Nessie complains, "You can say that, but it's so hard..."

"That's why I'm here. To whip you into shape, and maybe just whip you sometimes."

Nessie laughed. Pixie continued, "and by the way, if you made yourself so easy to Josh, it might've backfired on you later. Replacing all your friendship and future romance for a physical relationship definitely would've shattered how he sees you. Not in a good way either. It would only be a matter of time before he sees you... just as a toy."

Nessie sighed with defeat, "Like how I treated you this morning... I'm sorry, Pixie..."

Pixie confidently pushes out her chest, "It's okay, I can handle it. Even enjoy it a little..." she blushed.

"Perv..." Nessie commented.

"But..." Pixie leaned on.

"But?" Nessie asked.

"But, considering what happened today, I think you should be careful about how you see your sexual relationships. Including your relationship with me." Pixie explained.

Nessie sighed, again, "I understand."

Pixie smirked, "Good girl... though I am serious. I do enjoy being your toy sometimes."

Nessie giggled and blushed, "I'll keep that in mind. It was fun for me too..."

Pixie sighed, "It might be best that our sexual relationship slows down, until you're able to be healthy about it."

Nessie looked sad, "That's a little rough."

"Sometimes you need to hear something rough."

"Yeah that makes sense... I'll work on it."

Pixie pulls up the pendant, "We could have some healthy fun if you'd like?"

Nessie waves her hand, "No, I think I should think about things tonight."

"That's a good answer... but once you've sorted yourself out I would like your attention. I want to have fun with you while I'm here." Pixie admitted.

Nessie smiled, "I'll keep that in mind."

Pixie smiled, "Thank you. I'm going to go back to sleep. Wake me up if you need anything."

"Yeah okay," Nessie answered softly.

Pixie fluttered over to her pillow and got comfortable. Nessie layed staring at the ceiling, thinking about Pixie's advice. A little bit ago she would've been incredibly happy about what she had done today. She found some solace in that. Hell, before she met pixie that would've been more than she had ever accomplished with a man. She should be happy. The only reason she isn't is because of how she has changed since knowing pixie. She got more comfortable pleasing herself. It wasn't as big a part of her everyday before Pixie. Almost overnight, being sexual by nature is almost a requirement of her everyday life. God knows she didn't mind it, but she never had to masturbate as much as she does now. Well, now she masturbates more than she has to.

She holds up the pendant containing her pussy. This thing has made her become infatuated with herself. Honestly in a way that goes beyond masturbation. She loves the way she tastes, smells, and feels when she can take the wheel to please herself... which is why she fell into using another living thing as a living sex toy. For those few minutes there was a part of Nessie that told her that what she did to Pixie was masturbation, even though she had committed this sex act with another person. After having come down from her confidence high she deeply regrets that now.

Though she couldn't shake what Pixie said. About enjoying it. She knows she has to consider that distinct from permission to be immoral. Her thoughts narrowed on an epiphany about trust and what that means. To play a role of someone that could hurt someone, to put their safety in your hands for your own pleasure, and that they are trusting you to keep them safe. In that moment Nessie suddenly imagined all the panic she would've felt if she was trapped like that. All struggled futile as she squirmed about the inside of a giant pussy. She also felt a tingle between her hips, remembering the feeling of Pixie being there. Some people have very different limits. Nessie realizes that she got lucky that what she did was within Pixie's limits. She would have ruined their relationship over a handful of moments.

Nessie has more to work on, but she now feels she owes something to Pixie. She sits up and whispers into the quiet dorm room, "Hey pixie? You still awake?"

Pixie answers, "Yes, dear?"

Nessie poses a query, "Could you make me small?"

Pixie laughs, "As small as me?"

Nessie says with determination, "No. Smaller. I think you have a right to treat me how I've treated you."

"That's very brave of you, dear. Are you sure?" Pixie poses with soft eyes.

"I'm sure. I want to fully understand what I did to you." She says.

"Okay my dear, I'll make you regret it," Pixie says with a grin that made Nessie remember that she is, in fact, the kin of demons.

Nessies eyes didn't falter, "That's exactly what I expect!"