Your Devil Or Your Angel (Patreon)

One of the top votes, this one took me a while to piece together because I came to a realization partway through. I ended up making it a lot more cartoony than I’d planned, but I’ve certainly dabbled in those before too. I was basing the whole thing off a devil and an angel on your shoulder talking to you, which is already a super classic cartoon concept, so stuck with it. And then what if those devils and angels were hot chicks who got into a catfight? Let’s find out.

Dana was a thoughtful young woman, which was to say that she overthought a lot of things. She was prone to daydreaming and took a while to make decisions. She had picked up a helpful way to visualize things when she had to make a judgment call, largely basing it on imagery she used to see in cartoons growing up.

So when she went to the mall and found a cute skirt that was way too expensive for her loose budget, she stood there considering it for a while. No one else would think that she was picturing a little puff of smoke on each shoulder as devil and angel versions of herself appeared on her shoulders.

On the one side was the angel, which Dana liked to call Deva to set her apart. She was pure and good, dressed in a tight white robe/dress. Her hair was long and pure blonde instead of Dana’s short, non-committal brown. She had a halo and feathery wings, standing only a few inches tall atop her shoulder. Otherwise, she looked just like Dana; a fairly attractive woman with some perky D cup breasts and an otherwise fairly slim figure. Only this one had wings, a halo and a little gold harp she kept tucked under one arm.

On the opposite shoulder was her devilish side, Greedana. She wore a skintight red bodysuit with a spaded tail, short bat wings, and some short, curly horns atop her pitch black hair. She had a more wicked gleam to her eye compared to the sagely expression on Deva’s face. She carried a matching red pitchfork in her hands that she clutched in one fist.

“Let’s not be hasty now,” Deva warned as Dana thought things over about her purchase. “We have plenty of fine clothes at home.”

“So what? They’re not as hot as this one!” Greedana snapped back at her.

The two leaned towards their respective extremes, helping Dana put things into perspective. Deva cleared her throat patiently.

“I think we look lovely in anything we wear. Besides, we couldn’t afford that. We’ve got a food budget to think about.”

“You’re right. Let’s steal it!” Greedana hissed, baring her teeth with a wild grin.

“What!? That wasn’t the point I was making!”

“Who cares? She doesn’t listen to you anyway. Except that time you wanted her to donate old clothes to the homeless shelter, and THAT’S why we need more clothes now.”

“Don’t you pin this on me, you… you troublemaker!” Deva huffed, stamping her foot on Dana’s shoulder.

“Try and stop me, skank!” Greedana said, sticking out her tongue at her from around Dana’s neck.

Deva fumed and floated over to her, sticking an accusing finger in Deva’s face.

“You listen, you little hussie. All you ever do is get us in trouble and build up guilt in her. You had better straighten up and fly right, or else.”

“Dana’s not straight and she can’t fly,” Greedana corrected mockingly.

“And all you do is pat her on the back and tell her it’s fine to suck and suffer because somebody else MIGHT feel better. You’re even more useless than I am.”

“How DARE you! This is why I hate coming over to this shoulder. You’re such an insufferable-”

Deva had been wagging her finger in Greedana’s face like a fussy old nun. The little devil on Dana’s shoulder watched the finger with a disinterested stare before she suddenly opened her mouth and bit down on it.

“-BIIIITCH!” Deva screamed as she jumped and her wings flared up from the stinging bite.

Deva shrieked and jumped back, tugging her arm clumsily a few times before she was able to reclaim her hand. She shook it out and winced as Greedana laughed at her expense.

“Maybe you should spend less time guilt tripping and more time watching where you stick your hands, nerd. Now let’s steal that skirt so we can get fucked by a stranger! UFF!”

Deva was a purely good manifestation of Dana’s moral code, but she wasn’t a pushover either. She swung a fist into a low uppercut, ramming it into Greedana’s guts and knocking the wind out of her imaginary body. She huffed and doubled over, clutching at her skinny stomach as she wheezed for air. Her tits hung and wobbled over her arms as she bent over.

“It’s time you took some responsibility for your actions, you little creep,” Deva sniffed, cracking her knuckles on the striking fist.

Greedana grimaced in bitter pain, glaring up at her better half. She grabbed and pulled on the long blonde hair, making Deva shriek and stagger towards her. Greedana swept a leg behind hers, tripping the angel over so she fell flat on her face. She groaned as she landed, her long robes flipped up over her hips. Despite her noble behavior, she had a lacy white pair of lingerie-like panties and long stockings that clung to her lower curves. Her wings twitched dizzily above her.

“Oghhhh… you nasty bitch. How dare yoOOOOH!”

Greedana ignored her threats and picked up her pitchfork, jabbing it into Deva’s raised ass. The angel leapt up with a howl of surprise and pain, grabbing her ass as it stuck out of her robes. The devil laughed at her comical hopping about as she rubbed her stinging cheeks. Her own laughter was cut off when Deva turned around, swinging her harp overhead and smashing it over Greedana’s horned head. The strings let out a surprisingly melodic and chaotic tune as they popped out of place, leaving the harp stuck over Greedana’s neck like a yoke on an ox as the devil’s eyes rolled dizzily.

“That’s enough! Now get out of here!” Deva snapped.

She pulled on the hard as a handle to drag Greedana away with her. The devil gagged as the angel ruthlessly stormed off with her and flung Greedana off the shoulder and onto one of the display tables piled with clothes. Deva dusted off her hands at a job well done.

“Now, why don’t we treat ourselves to something much more affordable and generously tip the cler-ACK!”

Greedana had shaken off the harp and flew back up behind her. She brought a thong from the table with her, nearly the size of her entire body as she wrapped it around Deva’s neck. She dragged her off the daydreaming Dana and spun around, whipping the angel around by the other end.

“Now THIS looks good on you!” Greedy cackled as she abruptly let go, flinging Deva away like she was in an oversized slingshot.

The tiny, shrieking, imaginary angel went flying and smacked face-first into a small sign indicating a sale. Her face and boobs squashed against the thin plastic as she slid down and plopped into the crude padding of a pile of t-shirts. She dragged herself up to one knee, adjusting her halo to recenter it above her head. Greedy floated down to finish the job as she grabbed Deva by the hair, stepping over her back.

“Not so high and mighty down there, now are ya? How about you try whining when ya can’t breathe!” Greedy boasted.

She pulled on Deva’s hair to force her neck between her thighs and squeezed her in a tight head scissor. The angelic Dana gagged as her eyes bulged, pulling at the toned legs pushing in around her throat. She simply lacked the leverage to make any real progress from the downed position.

It was why she grabbed her halo, clutching it in her fist. She squirmed enough to adjust her position, lowering herself enough that she could punch upward with the halo around her hand like some improvised brass knuckles. It struck with a divine, bell-like sound, but Greedana’s hellish shriek of pain rang out even louder. She clutched her pussy and doubled over, letting Deva slip out of her hold while she was far busier with more urgent matters. Her clenching crotch held onto the halo, but Deva gladly left it behind to escape.

“OWWW! MY PUSSY! You’re supposed to be the good one!” Greedana whined.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t get the job done,” Deva huffed, puffing some of her loose blonde hair out of her face.

She wound up her fist, spiraling it into a full on twister for a moment before she uppercutted the devilish version of herself. It connected with a huge crack as Greedana went flying high enough that her horns stuck into the ceiling, leaving her hanging limply for a moment. She shook her head, wincing as she pulled at her embedded horns.

“Who’s high and mighty now!?” Deva allowed herself to gloat up at her opponent.

She laughed at her expense, but before she could turn back towards their creator Greedy gave a few firm jerks of her head and hands. She popped her horns loose and flapped her wings, shooting back down at her natural enemy.

“View’s great from on top! How’s the view down there?!” she shouted back.

Greedy shifted in midair and thrust her hips out, slamming her curvy behind right into Deva’s face. The airborne butt bomb connected with a meaty slap of her cheeks, slamming the angel to the floor of the store and sitting squarely on her face. The devil sneered back at her, lifting her tail so she could grind her ass into the facesit.

“See? Dana’s a nasty freak deep down. She knew I’d win this one,” she jeered, smacking her ass to make it jiggle in Deva’s face.

The angelic figure growled beneath the muffling butt, just to shriek when Greedana kept up her attack by ripping open her toga. It split open with comical ease, falling off her body as if she was imagined by a woman whose train of thought was especially influenced by hentai and comic books. Either way, the loose robes fell off to leave her completely naked beneath her rival. Greedana quickly grabbed her by the boobs, squeezing and digging her fingernails into the soft orbs. The angel screamed into her butt as she kicked her legs around wildly.

“Try gabbing in Dana’s ear while you’re choking on our sweet ass, tattletale!”

Greedana swung her devil tail, slapping Deva across the face. She winced but grabbed the tail, pulling up on it sharply. The horny manifestation yowled in pain as it lifted her ass off Deva’s face. The angel spat distastefully before giving a firm flap of her wings, shooting out from under Greedy. She rose up behind the red-clad fiend and grabbed the back of her devilish costume. With a solid handful, she pulled back and ripped it all off with the ease of a sheet of wrapping paper. The devil gasped and threw her arms protectively over her breasts and crotch as she whirled around.

“You two-faced feathery bitch!”

“At least I managed to teach you some modesty along the way,” Deva huffed as she threw the scraps of clothes away.

Greedana snarled and tried to lunge at her, but her hands were too busy from covering herself up. Deva punched her right in the face as she approached, making her eyes flutter and roll. The angel grabbed her rival by the horns and pulled her head down into a jarring knee to the face, knocking her evil half even sillier. With a bitter sneer, Deva flew up to one of the lower shelves dragging the reeling Greedy by her tail. She planted her feet and wrapped her arms around the devilgirl’s waist, squeezing her tightly in a bearhug. Their breasts squished against each other, ballooning up between their chests.

“Looks like it’s time to bury some urges,” Deva growled in her rival’s straining face.

Greedana grimaced in pain from the tight squeeze, but she wasn’t out of tricks. She moved her leg in between the angel’s and shot it up in an abrupt and painful low blow. Deva immediately let her go to blurt out a grunt and grab her throbbing pussy.

“How dare you!?” she choked out as she tried to fall to her knees. It only landed her face-first between Greedy’s sore boobs.

“What part of “evil side” don’t you get?” the devilish Dana snapped back as she spun Deva around.

She grabbed the angel under her arms and through that, under her wings. Deva squeaked as she flailed around, sensing what was coming next.

“Nooo! No no no! Not that!” she rambled.

“Oh yea? You thinking what I’m thinking?” Greedana snickered.

“Of course I am! We’re projections of the same person! Now let me go-OHHHH!”

Greedana beat her bat wings rapidly as she flipped herself backward off the shelf, suplexing Deva from what amounted to a small building for them. The angelic double shrieked all the way down before they crashed into the floor. Deva took the brunt of the impact, bouncing off the carpet like a ragdoll. Her eyes rolled and her wings twitched in her dumbstruck daze. Greedana sat back up, brushing her darker hair from her face.

“So tell me: did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Greedy gloated over her bitter enemy.

She climbed onto Deva’s back, sitting between her wings and pulling on her long blonde hair as a perfect set of reigns. The good girl shrieked and clawed at the floor, trying to drag herself away with little success.

“Come on! Say it! Admit I was right about whatever it was we were arguing about!” Greedy demanded as she twisted her golden locks.

Deva winced until her eyes watered, but she caught a dark shape next to her. She grabbed at it, eager for anything to use as a handhold in her escape. She had to blink away some tears to realize it was the abandoned cartoonish pitchfork that Greedana flaunted around most of the time. Deva had no issue with picking up the hellish little weapon and turning it around, jabbing it right into Greedy’s tit. It didn’t break the skin, but it still made the devil shriek and stiffen up. She grabbed at her boob and shoved the weapon away in a hurry.

“What the hell?! You’re literally stealing my bit!” Greedy yelped.

She tried to hurry away from her, but Deva gripped the pitchfork like a staff and thrust it towards

her rival. Greedana let out a husky howl as the blunt end rammed into her twat. It dipped deeper inside the devil than she might have hoped as she doubled over from the pain in her pussy.

“You… dirty bitch!” she seethed as she whined in intimate agony.

“You’re one to talk, you cheating manifested!” Deva accused right back.

She pounced on Greedana, tackling her to the floor. The pitchfork fell to the side, but they didn’t mind as they immediately started kicking, clawing and punching at any part of their naked opponent that was in front of them. They went catballing across the floor, practically a cloud of dust and fists when they tumbled right into the sleeve of a dropped sweater. They vanished inside, small bulges forming here and there whenever they’d slam or shove each other into the fluffy sides.

“OH! Hair, bitch! Let’s see how you like it!”

“EEP! Watch the wings!”

“Chew on this! OW! Don’t actually chew on this!”

“Well get those tits out of my face!”

“Once your ass is out of mine!”

“What position are we even IN!?”

They finally fell back out of the other sleeve with Deva on top. She pinned Greedana to the floor, pushing on her back to flatten her tits into the carpet. She kept her arms held down as she raised one of her big feathery wings and brought it flapping down, slapping sharply across Greedy’s ass. The devil shrieked and kicked her legs helplessly.

“Say it! Say good is right and you deserve this, you naughty girl!” Deva demanded.

She kept whipping her wing, spanking Greedy’s ass until it was as red as her tattered outfit. Her juicy ass jiggled as it was slapped and its owner thrashed, her bat wings flapping frantically. She squealed bitterly before she nodded her horned head.

“Okay! Yes! We’ll do your thing! It’s not like I cared anyway!”

Deva grabbed Greedana by the hair and gave it a hard shove, bonking her head against the floor. Her eyes rolled and she fell limp beneath the angelic figure. She dusted off her hands and turned her naked form back towards the real Dana.

“There. See? Now like I was saying, we can save our money to do much graannnnd she got distracted. She’s just flirting with the clerk now, isn’t she. …oh well. This was pointless.”

Greedana winced as she weakly boosted herself up to her elbows.

“Maybe she’s got a wrestling fetish too…” she gurgled.

“Ooh, you think?”