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Originally posted on: July 30, 2020 at 3:11 AM UTC
> From One Devil To Another Pt. 2 [w/ story]
> Part 1: [https://www.deviantart.com/emc-blingds/art/From-One-Devil-To-Another-Pt-1-w-story-845637692](https://www.deviantart.com/emc-blingds/art/From-One-Devil-To-Another-Pt-1-w-story-845637692)[www.deviantart.com/emc-blingds…](https://www.deviantart.com/emc-blingds/art/From-One-Devil-To-Another-Pt-1-w-story-845637692)
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> I held onto the seat for dear life as I prayed we would at least get there safely. Once I calmed down a bit, I looked out the window into the cloud-covered night sky and streaks of passing street lights and lit windows from the few buildings that were still awake. It was an oddly calming sight, despite how fast we were going. Eventually, the blurred scene in front of me sharpened and grew still as the car came to a stop with a screech, the light snowfall gently falling as a sign of the blizzard closing in.
> “Welp, here we are! You can head on inside, I gotta get the car in the garage.” Nightswift’s voice brought my attention as she got out of the car to open the garage door.
> Instead of an intimidating-looking base far off from any civilization, her home was instead a standard two-story house matching the surrounding houses within the neighborhood. It caught me off-guard, I would admit, but I got out of the car anyway and headed inside as Nightswift pulled the car into the garage. The living room I walked into looked about as cozy as the outside, but I didn’t explore further out of fear of what I would find. I patiently waited on the couch until Nightswift came back in and led me upstairs to her room.
> Things grew a bit more lewd when we entered the bedroom. Almost immediately after I closed the door behind me, Nightswift planted a deep and passionate kiss onto my lips. I was surprised at first, but I strangely grew to like it and started to kiss back. After about a solid minute or two of just making out, she reached under my clothes to my breasts for a bit of fondling…
> “Ow!,” I cried out when her hands brushed against one of the wounds. I had forgotten just how much pain Estelle caused me earlier that day, since the initial fear of Nightswift had overridden everything else on my mind. When the pain brought that back to the forefront of my mind, I grew worried of what Nightswift would do if she ever found out just how much damage my body was in and, more worrisome, who was responsible for it. Nightswift quickly retracted her hands from under my clothing, confused and concerned.
> “Woah, sorry, did I hurt you?”
> “N-No, no, I’m fine. Really.” I tried to convince her in hopes that she would forget about it and continue with the session, but she didn’t seem to be buying it.
> “Show me,” was all she said, in a serious yet gentle tone of voice.
> I stood there nervously as her deep blue eyes gazed down at me, patiently waiting for me to undress and show what I had to hide. Seeing as I had no other choice, and because I didn’t want to wait and see what she would try if I didn’t comply, I slowly pulled my jacket and shirt off my body. Already this exposed some wounds that dotted my torso, but her look had not changed. Realizing that she wanted to see all of them, I stripped every article of clothing off of me until there was only bare fur covering my body.
> Every bruise, every cut, all of it sprinkled over my torso and limbs, was exposed for Nightswift to see. She didn’t seem shocked at all from the wounds, instead her open palms closed into tight fists as her expression changed into twisted fury. I thought she was gonna blow a top, but surprisingly, she calmed herself down and simply left the room. I sat on the bed for a few minutes, not really sure if she was gonna come back, until she came back with a healing potion.
> “I know you won’t tell me who’s doing this to you, but you’ve got to get as far away from them as possible. You’re too nice and pretty to be treated like this,” she remarked as she had me down the potion. It tasted really bitter, but pretty soon my wounds just faded from my body as the potion did its magic. I still couldn’t get over how nice she was to me, especially since we had just met. Once the wounds were taken care of, it was right back to making out.
> After an admittedly fun session, we were both cuddling in bed; Nightswift was puffing on her cigarette, and I was resting on her chest. Even though I had warmed up to her a bit, I was still freaking out about the fact that this mare, who I had previously thought was a cold-blooded killer, had just picked me off the streets and even took care of my wounds in return for nothing more than sex. It had me completely reconsider my perspective on her, and considering where that had me end up now, I’m glad that night changed how I viewed her. Eventually I realized the time and got up to get dressed, which caught Nightswift by surprise.
> “Woah, what’s the rush? The blizzard’s still blowin’, you know?,” she warned as I hastily threw on my clothes.
> “I-I really gotta head back, I have something very important to do first thing in the morning.” I was referring to the repacking I had to do on the sound equipment for Estelle, since we were in the middle of putting everything together when we found out we wouldn’t be performing. She made it very clear that she wanted things done right on schedule, no matter what.
> “So? I can take you back in the morning and it would be like you weren’t absent to begin with. Besides, you’re lookin’ a bit starved. How about you join me and Blitz for dinner?”
> That had me frozen in place; Blitz Burner was almost as infamous, if not as much, as Nightswift. It made sense, since they were both married, but it still had me at unease. Yet again, I figured if Nightswift was nothing like how she was portrayed, then it would most likely be the same case with Blitz. After I accepted Nightswift’s offer, she handed me some more comfortable clothing to wear, which were of course a little too big for me, and slipped on something comfortable for herself. Once we were dressed, she led me downstairs to the kitchen, where Blitz already had dinner ready and was waiting for us.
> I think that night’s dinner was both the first and last time I ever saw Blitz, and from what I saw, he seemed nice enough. To be entirely honest, though, he didn’t really stick out that much to me. He just seemed nice and… well, that was about it outside of his good looks. However, I did understand why Nightswift fell for him, and thinking about it now, I feel like an ass for expecting her to move on from Blitz pretty quickly and remarry with me.
> After dinner, Nightswift let me spend the night on the couch, which was miles more comfortable than the floor of the bus or hotel. Once morning came around, she drove me back to the hotel Estelle and the crew were staying at and Nightswift and I said our goodbyes there. For a while, I never saw her again, and I started to wonder if I ever would. However, I had much bigger things to worry about than that.
> Bad news for Estelle at the time, the “bad girl” trend was starting to die out; not only that, but singers who were exposed for abusing their staff had their reputation absolutely obliterated along with protestors paying regular visits to everywhere they went. Estelle knew that if she kept the abuse up, it would only be a matter of time before she would be exposed as well. To avoid that, she kept any physical abuse towards me to a minimum so that they would easily be brushed off as clumsiness. As well, all other abuse has been more verbal or mental to ensure that I never enter the music scene not because I would outshine her, but because she believed I would rat her out as soon as I had the spotlight put on me.
> Things got weirder a few weeks later at Estelle’s performance in Manehatten. Before then, I had only seen Nightswift a few times by chance; every time we crossed paths, she would take me back to where she was staying for sexy time and let me spend the night afterwards. We started to become friends then, but we never met up consistently because of her unpredictable antics and my neglect to mention I was travelling with Estelle. Despite all that, I was caught completely off-guard when I heard a voice call out to me while I was backstage getting everything wrapped up:
> “Well, if it isn’t my favorite little shapeshifter.” I instantly recognized the voice as Nightswift’s. All of the other staff members backed away as Nightswift approached me. “You never told me you work with the famous Estelle.”
> “Oh, I guess it must’ve slipped off my mind,” I lied. We talked for a little bit before Estelle barked for me to get back to work, to which I quickly obliged. Though it seemed that it was enough for Nightswift to put two and two together and realize the culprit behind the abuse I’ve endured, because she marched right up to Estelle and gave her one hell of a suckerpunch to the face. Everyone else kept their distance while Estelle lied on the ground with a bleeding nose and Nightswift stared her down with a look of fury and disgust.
> “I may have blown up some shit, but I have NEVER stooped to abusing an innocent teenager. I better not see you anywhere near Bling again, you got that?,” she hissed before she turned away and gently led me out of the building. When I looked back, Estelle was in complete shock while some of the staff rushed to her aid.
> Nightswift took me to one of her safe houses tucked in the back alleys of Manehatten and we spent the rest of the day there. It was then I finally came clean to Nightswift about Estelle’s abuse and the reasonings behind them, to which she listened in understanding. After that was discussed, she held me while we lied in bed upon my request. I was having a rough enough day as is, so I just wanted to relax as I dozed off to sleep.
> I continued to work as a whore on the streets of Manehatten, but I finally resigned from being Estelle’s techie. I stayed with Nightswift at that safe house for a few more days until the day that she discovered my talents after our session and got me a gig at Lord Dynamo’s station. It was then that my music career truly began; after a few successful gigs at the station, I got my songs published on vinyl records and eventually got to host my own tours. I was even getting interviews left and right for magazines and live TV broadcasts.
> Despite the fact that I grew to become more popular than Estelle, I couldn’t bring myself to reveal the truth about our relationship whenever interviewers asked me about it. Even though I was completely free of her grasp, I was still too traumatized and frightened to tell them about all the abuse she had put me through during my time as her techie. I always told them that she never did anything wrong, and that we were still on good terms despite our departure. In reality, I never heard from her again, and eventually the whole world would stop hearing about her.
> Not too long after these interviews, Estelle completely disappeared from the music circles. Quite abruptly as well; she stopped hosting tours, stopped writing songs, never responded to any requests for interviews, no one even saw her out in public anymore. It was like my disappearance a few years after, only in this case people knew she was still around because it was later reported that she had settled down somewhere in her hometown for a quiet, peaceful life. This was weird to me, because I expected she would try to fight to stay on top like she always had before.
> Even after I had disappeared myself, Estelle never came back onto the spotlight despite her reputation still relatively positive even after she had dropped out of the music industry. What was especially weird was she never accepted any interviews regarding my disappearance, nor made any public statement about it. This had led to some rumors about her being involved in my disappearance in some way, which did put her reputation on the line. However, even with that at stake, she still never returned to the public eye to make any sort of claim.
> To this day, years after I had came and left the scene, Estelle is still absent from public view; this time, however, no one knows where she is or what she’s up to now. Part of me wonders if she’s doing alright and of what she thought during my initial disappearance, but yet again, she did put me through a lot of shit in the past. For all I know, she could be hiding out to protect what little reputation she still has. However, I am wondering if she will ever make a return, or if she’s waiting until I come back onto the scene…
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> Finally got the second part out. This time I did the background in 3D and then traced it back to 2D so that it doesn't clash as much with the 2D characters.
> Nightswift @ [billy2345](https://www.deviantart.com/billy2345)
> Bling (Mel) & Estelle @ me
> From One Devil To Another Pt. 2 [w/ story]
> Part 1: [https://www.deviantart.com/emc-blingds/art/From-One-Devil-To-Another-Pt-1-w-story-845637692](https://www.deviantart.com/emc-blingds/art/From-One-Devil-To-Another-Pt-1-w-story-845637692)[www.deviantart.com/emc-blingds…](https://www.deviantart.com/emc-blingds/art/From-One-Devil-To-Another-Pt-1-w-story-845637692)
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> I held onto the seat for dear life as I prayed we would at least get there safely. Once I calmed down a bit, I looked out the window into the cloud-covered night sky and streaks of passing street lights and lit windows from the few buildings that were still awake. It was an oddly calming sight, despite how fast we were going. Eventually, the blurred scene in front of me sharpened and grew still as the car came to a stop with a screech, the light snowfall gently falling as a sign of the blizzard closing in.
> “Welp, here we are! You can head on inside, I gotta get the car in the garage.” Nightswift’s voice brought my attention as she got out of the car to open the garage door.
> Instead of an intimidating-looking base far off from any civilization, her home was instead a standard two-story house matching the surrounding houses within the neighborhood. It caught me off-guard, I would admit, but I got out of the car anyway and headed inside as Nightswift pulled the car into the garage. The living room I walked into looked about as cozy as the outside, but I didn’t explore further out of fear of what I would find. I patiently waited on the couch until Nightswift came back in and led me upstairs to her room.
> Things grew a bit more lewd when we entered the bedroom. Almost immediately after I closed the door behind me, Nightswift planted a deep and passionate kiss onto my lips. I was surprised at first, but I strangely grew to like it and started to kiss back. After about a solid minute or two of just making out, she reached under my clothes to my breasts for a bit of fondling…
> “Ow!,” I cried out when her hands brushed against one of the wounds. I had forgotten just how much pain Estelle caused me earlier that day, since the initial fear of Nightswift had overridden everything else on my mind. When the pain brought that back to the forefront of my mind, I grew worried of what Nightswift would do if she ever found out just how much damage my body was in and, more worrisome, who was responsible for it. Nightswift quickly retracted her hands from under my clothing, confused and concerned.
> “Woah, sorry, did I hurt you?”
> “N-No, no, I’m fine. Really.” I tried to convince her in hopes that she would forget about it and continue with the session, but she didn’t seem to be buying it.
> “Show me,” was all she said, in a serious yet gentle tone of voice.
> I stood there nervously as her deep blue eyes gazed down at me, patiently waiting for me to undress and show what I had to hide. Seeing as I had no other choice, and because I didn’t want to wait and see what she would try if I didn’t comply, I slowly pulled my jacket and shirt off my body. Already this exposed some wounds that dotted my torso, but her look had not changed. Realizing that she wanted to see all of them, I stripped every article of clothing off of me until there was only bare fur covering my body.
> Every bruise, every cut, all of it sprinkled over my torso and limbs, was exposed for Nightswift to see. She didn’t seem shocked at all from the wounds, instead her open palms closed into tight fists as her expression changed into twisted fury. I thought she was gonna blow a top, but surprisingly, she calmed herself down and simply left the room. I sat on the bed for a few minutes, not really sure if she was gonna come back, until she came back with a healing potion.
> “I know you won’t tell me who’s doing this to you, but you’ve got to get as far away from them as possible. You’re too nice and pretty to be treated like this,” she remarked as she had me down the potion. It tasted really bitter, but pretty soon my wounds just faded from my body as the potion did its magic. I still couldn’t get over how nice she was to me, especially since we had just met. Once the wounds were taken care of, it was right back to making out.
> After an admittedly fun session, we were both cuddling in bed; Nightswift was puffing on her cigarette, and I was resting on her chest. Even though I had warmed up to her a bit, I was still freaking out about the fact that this mare, who I had previously thought was a cold-blooded killer, had just picked me off the streets and even took care of my wounds in return for nothing more than sex. It had me completely reconsider my perspective on her, and considering where that had me end up now, I’m glad that night changed how I viewed her. Eventually I realized the time and got up to get dressed, which caught Nightswift by surprise.
> “Woah, what’s the rush? The blizzard’s still blowin’, you know?,” she warned as I hastily threw on my clothes.
> “I-I really gotta head back, I have something very important to do first thing in the morning.” I was referring to the repacking I had to do on the sound equipment for Estelle, since we were in the middle of putting everything together when we found out we wouldn’t be performing. She made it very clear that she wanted things done right on schedule, no matter what.
> “So? I can take you back in the morning and it would be like you weren’t absent to begin with. Besides, you’re lookin’ a bit starved. How about you join me and Blitz for dinner?”
> That had me frozen in place; Blitz Burner was almost as infamous, if not as much, as Nightswift. It made sense, since they were both married, but it still had me at unease. Yet again, I figured if Nightswift was nothing like how she was portrayed, then it would most likely be the same case with Blitz. After I accepted Nightswift’s offer, she handed me some more comfortable clothing to wear, which were of course a little too big for me, and slipped on something comfortable for herself. Once we were dressed, she led me downstairs to the kitchen, where Blitz already had dinner ready and was waiting for us.
> I think that night’s dinner was both the first and last time I ever saw Blitz, and from what I saw, he seemed nice enough. To be entirely honest, though, he didn’t really stick out that much to me. He just seemed nice and… well, that was about it outside of his good looks. However, I did understand why Nightswift fell for him, and thinking about it now, I feel like an ass for expecting her to move on from Blitz pretty quickly and remarry with me.
> After dinner, Nightswift let me spend the night on the couch, which was miles more comfortable than the floor of the bus or hotel. Once morning came around, she drove me back to the hotel Estelle and the crew were staying at and Nightswift and I said our goodbyes there. For a while, I never saw her again, and I started to wonder if I ever would. However, I had much bigger things to worry about than that.
> Bad news for Estelle at the time, the “bad girl” trend was starting to die out; not only that, but singers who were exposed for abusing their staff had their reputation absolutely obliterated along with protestors paying regular visits to everywhere they went. Estelle knew that if she kept the abuse up, it would only be a matter of time before she would be exposed as well. To avoid that, she kept any physical abuse towards me to a minimum so that they would easily be brushed off as clumsiness. As well, all other abuse has been more verbal or mental to ensure that I never enter the music scene not because I would outshine her, but because she believed I would rat her out as soon as I had the spotlight put on me.
> Things got weirder a few weeks later at Estelle’s performance in Manehatten. Before then, I had only seen Nightswift a few times by chance; every time we crossed paths, she would take me back to where she was staying for sexy time and let me spend the night afterwards. We started to become friends then, but we never met up consistently because of her unpredictable antics and my neglect to mention I was travelling with Estelle. Despite all that, I was caught completely off-guard when I heard a voice call out to me while I was backstage getting everything wrapped up:
> “Well, if it isn’t my favorite little shapeshifter.” I instantly recognized the voice as Nightswift’s. All of the other staff members backed away as Nightswift approached me. “You never told me you work with the famous Estelle.”
> “Oh, I guess it must’ve slipped off my mind,” I lied. We talked for a little bit before Estelle barked for me to get back to work, to which I quickly obliged. Though it seemed that it was enough for Nightswift to put two and two together and realize the culprit behind the abuse I’ve endured, because she marched right up to Estelle and gave her one hell of a suckerpunch to the face. Everyone else kept their distance while Estelle lied on the ground with a bleeding nose and Nightswift stared her down with a look of fury and disgust.
> “I may have blown up some shit, but I have NEVER stooped to abusing an innocent teenager. I better not see you anywhere near Bling again, you got that?,” she hissed before she turned away and gently led me out of the building. When I looked back, Estelle was in complete shock while some of the staff rushed to her aid.
> Nightswift took me to one of her safe houses tucked in the back alleys of Manehatten and we spent the rest of the day there. It was then I finally came clean to Nightswift about Estelle’s abuse and the reasonings behind them, to which she listened in understanding. After that was discussed, she held me while we lied in bed upon my request. I was having a rough enough day as is, so I just wanted to relax as I dozed off to sleep.
> I continued to work as a whore on the streets of Manehatten, but I finally resigned from being Estelle’s techie. I stayed with Nightswift at that safe house for a few more days until the day that she discovered my talents after our session and got me a gig at Lord Dynamo’s station. It was then that my music career truly began; after a few successful gigs at the station, I got my songs published on vinyl records and eventually got to host my own tours. I was even getting interviews left and right for magazines and live TV broadcasts.
> Despite the fact that I grew to become more popular than Estelle, I couldn’t bring myself to reveal the truth about our relationship whenever interviewers asked me about it. Even though I was completely free of her grasp, I was still too traumatized and frightened to tell them about all the abuse she had put me through during my time as her techie. I always told them that she never did anything wrong, and that we were still on good terms despite our departure. In reality, I never heard from her again, and eventually the whole world would stop hearing about her.
> Not too long after these interviews, Estelle completely disappeared from the music circles. Quite abruptly as well; she stopped hosting tours, stopped writing songs, never responded to any requests for interviews, no one even saw her out in public anymore. It was like my disappearance a few years after, only in this case people knew she was still around because it was later reported that she had settled down somewhere in her hometown for a quiet, peaceful life. This was weird to me, because I expected she would try to fight to stay on top like she always had before.
> Even after I had disappeared myself, Estelle never came back onto the spotlight despite her reputation still relatively positive even after she had dropped out of the music industry. What was especially weird was she never accepted any interviews regarding my disappearance, nor made any public statement about it. This had led to some rumors about her being involved in my disappearance in some way, which did put her reputation on the line. However, even with that at stake, she still never returned to the public eye to make any sort of claim.
> To this day, years after I had came and left the scene, Estelle is still absent from public view; this time, however, no one knows where she is or what she’s up to now. Part of me wonders if she’s doing alright and of what she thought during my initial disappearance, but yet again, she did put me through a lot of shit in the past. For all I know, she could be hiding out to protect what little reputation she still has. However, I am wondering if she will ever make a return, or if she’s waiting until I come back onto the scene…
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> Finally got the second part out. This time I did the background in 3D and then traced it back to 2D so that it doesn't clash as much with the 2D characters.
> Nightswift @ [billy2345](https://www.deviantart.com/billy2345)
> Bling (Mel) & Estelle @ me
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