Succubuds

Trigger #006: Succubi

Species Class: Succubi are magical humanoid creatures whose bodies evolved to survive off of the absorption of mana through intimacy. Despite needing to “feed” once a day in order to survive, their mana-storage system is the most efficient of any magical creature and is directly linked to their sex organs. Thus they have naturally developed to have very voluptuous figures to store large quantities of mana and to attract suitable mates. 

This system of replenishing mana through intimacy is so efficient that the line of Transformistresses enchanted themselves to become half-succubi upon inheriting the mantle in order to drastically increase their powers. Although half-succubi don’t need to “feed” once a day to live as full succubi do, like succubi, the only way they can replenish mana reserves is through physical intimacy, unlike other magical creatures, who can replenish mana through food, water, rest, sunlight, and/or other means.

Characteristics of succubi are not goat horns and bat wings as they are often seen in popular culture, but instead the wings, antennae, and proboscis of moths and butterflies, with colors and patterns designed to attract mates and deter predators. These additional appendages appear at will, or involuntarily if a succubus is especially “hungry” or aroused. Half succubi experience a similar phenomena when their mana reserves are low, with neon-glowing “ghost appendages” created from mana appearing as a last-ditch effort to attract a suitable partner. While succubi do have very strong pheromone secretions for feeding purposes and are often skilled eromancers, one of the fundamental laws of nature is that magic cannot force anyone to fall in love. It can, however, nudge or arouse people in the right direction.

Succubi are usually born via traditional means, however there are certain spells and rituals that can create Succubi and/or Half-Succubi as mentioned above.

Transformation Type: TG, “Corruption”

Threat Level: N/A: Not gonna put a whole SPECIES in a box here, Succubi are just as capable of good and evil as humans and other sentient creatures are, results may vary.

Subject: Mary Goodwin, 21, F, Succubi, formerly Matthew Goodwin, 21, AMAB, Human, and Chad Davis, 21, M, Human.

The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimony and several eyewitness accounts.

They thought it would be funny to scare the “good Christian boy” by “sacrificing him” in a fake, demonic ritual.

What they didn’t know was that the ritual they had ACTUALLY performed was very much REAL. The “boy” was sacrificed, leaving a scared, confused young succubus in its wake, sobbing into the shoulder of her rescuer.

To be honest, the whole ordeal reminded her of the old story of Abraham’s sacrifice of Isaac to God as a test of his devotion.

Mary had always hated that story. It always made her feel like she wasn’t good enough, she wasn’t faithful enough to take a blade to the throat of those she loved “in the name of God.” If she was being honest with herself, she far preferred another interpretation she had read about in Jewish lore. That God was testing Abraham, yes, but Abraham actually failed, because Abraham should have told God in no uncertain terms to fuck right the hell off, you can’t have my son.

She felt guilty for liking that idea. Being willing to fight God in the name of love, instead of killing love in the name of God.

In the safety of their shared dorm room at Sala City University, her lifelong friend Chad Davis handed the recently sacrificed,shaking young maiden a nice hot cup of tea.

“I talked to those girls over at Psi Epsilon Mu. They said you should be just fine so long as you, um… ‘feed’ once a day. They also said they’re gonna take care of those assholes over at Alpha Si, personally,” he said, growling the last part under his breath.

Mary’s antennae twitched at the rising steam. She could almost taste the tea through them, the aroma was even more intoxicating when it reached her nostrils. The feathery protrusions curled down to get a better “whiff” of the cup of jasmine tea, tickling her fingers. She allowed herself a little giggle, but then the reality sank back in.

“I’m a demon…” Mary said to herself, her fingers squeezing the cup so hard it trembled.

“You’re not a… okay, maybe you ARE a demon or whatever, TECHNICALLY, but it’s not like that’s a bad thing?” Chad tried his best to comfort her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

His touch was even more intoxicating than the tea. Mary wanted Chad to pull her closer. Mary wanted Chad to whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

Mary wanted him to bend her over the bedpost and fuck her until she-

“NO!” Mary slapped Chad’s hand away and sprang flat against the wall, as if she were radioactive and needed to get as far away from him as possible. “D-Don’t come any closer! I might… I might hurt you!”

Chad already looked hurt, but he swallowed and nodded. “Okay, no problem, whatever you need…”

“What I need?! What I need is…” Mary sounded unsure as her wings uncomfortably pressed flat against the plaster wall. What DID she need, she wondered?

She wanted Chad, but she wanted him like a moth wants a flame. She knew if she gave in, it would only burn her. She wanted that night to have never happened, for her to go back to being a normal boy with normal thoughts and normal needs.

But would that burn her, too?

She had to admit, being a FEMALE demon was the least troubling, and the most tempting, proposition her new circumstances had to offer. So much so that when Chad had suggested calling her “Mary” in public to avoid any suspicion, she didn’t argue. Somehow, it felt… right? And so very wrong, but in all the right ways?

But… I’m not SUPPOSED to be a girl… am I? If God wanted me to be a girl, wouldn’t he have made me one to begin with? Isn’t it wrong to fuck with His plan?

“I don’t know what I need right now… I’m scared… I’m scared that I’m… bad.” The admission of guilt came tumbling out of Mary as if she’d sliced her own heart wide open. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she slumped against the floor, arms and tail wrapping around her legs.

Chad laughed.

He fucking LAUGHED.

“You think this is FUNNY? You think this is funny like your buddies at Alpha Si thought this was funny?!” Mary hissed.

Chad stopped laughing. She could see she’d hurt him again, and her stomach twisted in knots. Why was she so good at hurting people? Why was she so good at being bad?

“No… no, I don’t think it’s funny. In fact, I think it’s sad. I think it’s sad that you’re the best person I know, but somehow, someone convinced you, convinced yourself that you’re the worst.” Chad sat on the floor across from her.

Mary hadn’t expected that answer. Stunned into silence, Chad continued.

“You’re the best person I know and it breaks my fucking heart that you don’t see it.”

“Okay, I’m not THAT-”

“Mary, you volunteer at a soup kitchen every weekend. Instead of staying up late partying, you’re studying your ass off, trying to figure out the best ways to help people. You’re the first hand up when someone needs something done and no one wants to do it! You’re…”

Chad’s breath hitched as he bit back tears and ran his fingers through his hair.

“...you’re the only one from our Church who stayed friends with me when I came out as bisexual… You were the only one…”

The knot twisted itself even harder in Mary’s stomach. “You’re wrong. I’m not a good person.”

“Why?! Tell me, why are you of all fucking people NOT a GOOD PERSON?!”

“BECAUSE I ONLY STAYED FRIENDS WITH YOU BECAUSE I MIGHT LIKE YOU, OKAY?! AND I STAYED WITH YOU OUT OF GUILT!”

There. She had finally said it. Now he’d finally know what a worthless piece of shit she was. Now he’d finally save himself from her, and leave her alone.

But he didn’t leave. He stayed, and he waited for her to say more.

“...I stayed because… because I felt guilty. Because I never would have had the guts to come out and say ‘I think I like guys’ like you did. And because I didn’t have the guts to say ‘I think I like YOU’...” Mary bit back a sob and wiped the tears from her eyes with a clumsy fist. “I stayed because I was selfish, and I thought, if I kept hanging out with you, just to PROVE I was straight, that my feelings would go away, or, even more selfishly, that maybe… maybe they wouldn’t, that maybe you would have the same feelings for me too, and that maybe we could be…”

Mary’s wings folded around her ;her arms wrapped themselves even tighter, like she was trying to squeeze herself out of existence.

“And now… now everyone can see. Now everyone can see how… p-perverted I am. Inside and out.”

Her ears were ringing. Maybe it was her heart thumping, but she thought she felt Chad storm out of the room. But no. He remained.

And then, his arms were around her. His wonderful, strong, safe arms were around her.

“You’re not a pervert for falling in love, Mary… and you’re not wrong… for thinking I might fall for you, too,” Chad said, pressing his forehead deep against hers.

“But… what if it’s just… demon magic, or I’m seducing you or…”

“Shhh…” Chad pressed his thumb against her quivering lips and took her chin in his hand to look at her. “I loved you before you were a sex-demon. And I love you just the way you are now… And I’ll fight anyone, any God, any fucking BIGOTED IDIOT that tries to say that its a bad thing. That YOU’RE a bad thing. Because you’re not, Mary. You’re exactly the way you’re supposed to be. And you’re… amazing.”

She leapt into the flame. It didn’t burn. It was baptismal. As if she were born again. Like she had finally freed herself from the chrysalis.

Her lips locked onto his. She was a starving woman throwing herself at a banquet. His skin was salty and sweaty, but sweet as she bit at his neck, his shoulders, as she pecked at his cheeks and forehead. She wanted him. She NEEDED him. But for a single, horrifying second, he pulled away.

“Are you SURE?” he asked, almost begging, really.

“Take me,” she demanded.

He snorted. “‘Take me’ she says,” he chuckled as he plucked her tiny frame off the floor and onto the bed and started removing their clothes between kisses.

“Hey, you’re the one who said you’d literally fight GOD for me,” Mary teased as she helped roll her waistband over her very generous hips. “And I’m supposed to just let that slide? Hell no!”

“Ooooh, you said H-E-Double hockey sticks,” Chad said scandalously. “Next thing you know, you’ll be bearing a bastard child out of WEDLOCK~!”

“Promise?” Mary said with a devious grin, her tail wrapping around Chad’s freshly naked leg.

“I promise…” Chad said, this time more seriously, more lovingly. And she knew he meant it.

She was sopping wet and he was slick with sweat, so it was the easiest, most natural feeling in the world for him to slide right into her. Her vagina wasn’t where she had always thought it would be. That’s Catholic School Sex Education for you. It was lower, and deeper. For a split second, she’d thought he might have stumbled through the back door. But the feeling was undeniable, and unbearable.

She rocked her hips, taking him in, deeper and deeper. They say that idle hands are the devil’s workshop, and they might have a point, as her free hand strayed to her throbbing clit and squeezed it between two fingers, dragging them up and down in a scissor-like motion.

Her wings twitched at first, then started flapping, beating harder and faster with every thrust of his rock-hard cock. For a second, she thought she might just lift them both off of the ground. And then, like the fuse of a firework finally reaching its end, they erupted. Hot, wet electricity bolted its way through every nerve, every fiber of her being, as she spasmed with relief. She could feel herself feeding off of his energy. Not nearly enough to harm him, but more than enough to sustain her. As she panted against his broad chest, gasping for air, she couldn’t help but find something sort of romantic about that. His love would literally keep her alive. Like mana from heaven.  A promise made between them.

And a prayer finally answered.

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to Myra for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, to Zoey and VioletVelvet for editing and to all of my Patrons for your support!)