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Two years ago if you'd asked Penelope Wilcott what she was going to do with her life she would've happily explained in great detail her five step program. After all, she was a brilliant young woman, top of her classes on a full ride scholarship to one of the best colleges in the country. Of course, things seldom go as planned and by the time she graduated she'd been middle of the class at best and many potential employers passed her by because of the obvious decline in her grades. Her ego, of course, took quite the hit but she kept trying, then failing, then trying, then failing. Each time she made it to the final stage of an interview process she fell short. There was always someone better than her. Who knew neuroscience was so competitive.

This continued for close to a year before desperation began to set it, the slender brunette needed a job and soon if she wished to keep her tiny one bedroom apartment in the city. That was how she ended up outside of a small building on the outskirts of the city; resume clutched tight her red silk blouse. The job offer had been sent to her business email and had no signature, just an address and the promise of 'excellent pay' it certainly looked like a science building with its small windows and minimalistic outside design, but there were no people wandering around not even a receptionist at the front desk just a sign with an arrow point down the left hall.

She walked cautiously her black heels echoing in the empty halls, most rooms she passed were empty, lights out, no sign of life except for the one at the very end of the hall of course. The window was lit up like a neon sign. That had to be the home of the person who wished to hire her, right? Taking a deep breath she sped up walking with more purpose. She had to get this job, whatever it took, without it, she was going to be in a world of trouble.

As she approached the door her confidence wavered somewhat what if he'd already found someone? How embarrassing would it be if she walked in at her potential employer already had an assistant? There wasn't exactly a line of applicants waiting at the door... with a deep breath, she reached up and knocked three times and prepared herself for the worst. If nothing else maybe he would have a partner that also needed an assistant, this was the largest lab on the floor after all.

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Jacob McKenzie chuckled wickedly under his breath. He'd found her. The subject---er, assistant that he needed. He had been working on so many projects, but they were useless without someone to test them on, er, with. She could verify so many theories!

He worked on setting up the various labs. She would be here soon, but most of the tests still needed time before they were ready for testing. But more aggravating was the fact that the State was very insistent that he give them proper paperwork for sub-employees that he hired. It wasn't so much that the State cared about whether she was paid properly, so much as making sure they got their cut.

He scampered around the floor, checking on one lab after another. This one. This was the place where he needed to set the interview. He would be testing Aerosol Docility Test #1497. He knew that the military would pay more than he would ever need if he could get a working gas grenade that would render the targets passive and obedient. But he wasn't sure that it was ready yet, and needed tests to figure out what was wrong with it.

He had six drums of it, each one good for about an hour in an enclosed space. He used two of them to line the hallway with the gas (keyed to the female genome, so he wouldn't accidentally affect himself), put up some hastily-printed arrow signs to show the way, and set up the other four would be good for the interview room.

Jacob was just done getting everything set up when there was a knock at the door. _Ah! That must be her!_ He cleared his throat, and said calmly, "Come in, Ms. Wilcott. I've been expecting you." He refrained from engaging in the sinister laugh again, but only barely.

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It never occurred to Penelope to actually look into the strange email. A job was a job when one was desperate and while some scientist tended to play on the ''dark'' side of science, most happily stayed on the gray moral ground never straying too far to one side or the other. It was most likely the desperation had clouded her judgment, not that she would ever admit the potentially dangerous mistake. So as she stood in the hall feeling her mind wandering ever so slightly, she didn't stop and think ''Hmm, that's unusual''. Instead, she was focused solely on the door and couldn't help a deep breath of surprise took when he opened it.

"Oh hello." Penelope began with a bright professional smile on her glossed pink lips. "I'm not too early am I? There doesn't seem to be any other applicants." It was a polite inquiry and her blue eyes never strayed from his face even as she entered the sparsely decorated room. Perhaps it was some sort of exclusive interview process? Only one person a day rather than a panel of applicants dealing with the building's chief of staff. She always preferred one on one interviews, it gave her a chance to shine brightly.

"This is a fairly new facility, isn't it? Most of the labs are unused. Very state of the art, though, you must be doing important work and I am pleased I have a chance to become a part of it." Professional all the way even as her attention wavered around the room. There really wasn't anything in her but for a chair, a desk and what appeared to be a medical table of some sort, was she going to undergo a physical?

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Jacob shook his head, and remained seating as she came in. "Not early at all, Miss Wilcott," he said. "This was an interview for you and you alone. Your degree in the Neurosciences caught my attention, as well as the shabby treatment you've received from the other labs in the area." His Shoulder Devil added, _And you won't be missed._ He ignored that. People didn't react well when he started arguing with other voices they couldn't hear.

He gestured toward the chair on the other side of the desk. "Won't you please take a seat." As she was sitting, he opened the drawer, pulled out the folder of application paperwork, and turned on the gas canister. It would leave a faint odor of nutmeg---something he couldn't quite get rid of. He could change the odor---he'd had orange, peppermint, and evergreen in the preliminary test versions---but he couldn't quite get it to be odorless.

He placed the folder on the desk. It contained all of the usual paperwork expected, as well as a ridiculously convoluted contract that absolved him of all mishaps in the laboratories. Not electrocution nor disintegration nor fine dissection would find him culpable, according to the contract. Nor was she allowed to quit without 720 days written notice. However, in notably larger font (and much earlier in the contract), it offered a salary that even tenured university professors would jump for.

He opened the folder and slid it two inches toward Penelope. "If you'll get the basics out of the way so that we can tell Uncle Sam to get lost, we can begin the interview." He started to wonder how long it would actually take the gas to take effect. There was one way he could test it, of course... but he wanted to wait until she'd been exposed for a bit longer.

After a moment, he produced the pen that he had absentmindedly forgotten to give her.

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Penelope offered him a grateful smile and sat down when he mentioned that she would have no competition. She was so very tired of fighting everyone over positions. So far this was looking to be quite promising. "I appreciate the consideration then, I feel like this would be a great opportunity for me." As she awaited the paperwork a smell caught her attention and she couldn't help but take a deep breath... nutmeg? Was it an air freshener in the vents perhaps? She'd always loved the smell of nutmeg it reminded her of the afternoons she'd spend baking with her mother when she was a child. For a moment her focus wavered and she found herself becoming suddenly relaxed, where before she had been practically vibrating with nervousness.

When he slid the paperwork over she accepted it her vision growing blurry for a moment as she struggled to read the very... very small print. Now normally she prided herself on reading every contract from top to bottom to make sure she wasn't agreeing to something considered ethically wrong or illegal but for some reason, she wasn't very interested in it. Her blue eyes skimmed down the page the words blurring into a solid line up until she saw how much he was willing to pay her. That was... wow, a lot more than she expected going into the position of assistant.

She was surprised by how... excited that made her the pleasure was almost palpable and she subconsciously squeezed her thighs together. In fact, she was so pleased she completely forgot to read the rest of it, not that she really... cared at the moment. The moment the pen was given to her she signed it and an almost placid grin appeared on her face as she slid the contract back over pausing when the sound of paper over wood sent a shiver down her spine. Without realizing it she pulled it back an inch only to slide it forward, that was a... wonderful sound. Then she snapped out of it a faint flush covering her cheeks. "So what would you like to know about my qualifications?"

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Jacob could tell that it was already seeming to have an effect. He cleared his throat, and said, "Hmm... let's see..."

He cocked his head. _Start easy, then increase..._ "What work schedule did you want to work with?" he asked curiously. "I'm flexible in time, as long as I have you to... assist me." He waited for that response, looked through the Application, and asked, "What is your bra size?"

Another wait for response, and he asked, more bluntly, "How many orgasms do you have on average? And what is your maximum?"

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"I have a fairly flexible schedule, I prefer to be off around 7 in the evening however with Saturdays and Sundays off." Most labs were closed on those days anyways so Penelope couldn't imagine it being a problem and if he needed her he could always call. Another deep breath and her normally sharp gaze grew unfocused, hazy as she found her eyes drifting over to the medical bed in the corner of the office... why was that there? Maybe this room was meant to be a lab and he'd repurposed it. As she pondered this suddenly fascinating medical table she answered his next two questions without really stopping to think about it. "36 C." was her first answer as she ran her hands along the wooden table thoughtlessly.

"3 or 4 and..." her gaze snapped back to him suddenly alert as though the haze had cleared."I'm sorry what was the question? I'm afraid I didn't hear it." and she honestly had no memory of what he just asked... 3 or 4 what... how often Penelope was sick? How many days of school did she miss in her last year? Perhaps it had been a question to gauge her reliability? Hopefully, she'd answered correctly... again her fingers drew across the wood and another shiver traveled down her spine, then she did again and once again her focus began to waiver and she squeezed her thighs together once more.

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Jacob nodded understandingly. "You were agreeing to take a medical exam," he said smoothly, "so that I can be certain that you won't have any undue stresses."

He pointed to the medical bed. "Please disrobe entirely, and lay down, so that we can carry on with the penetration."

After a moment, he stood up and came around the desk. "Did you need help with any of those?" His hands danced teasingly near her breasts, but refrained from actually doing anything that might disrupt her lack of concentration.

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Was that it? Well, a medical exam made sense, after all, if they were going to be working with dangerous chemicals and the like being in peak physical health had to be important. "Oh well, then I suppose I can do that." Penelope pulled her attention away from the wood and stood up suddenly. "I can do it." She responded in a placid voice as she untucked the red blouse from her skirt and tugged it over her head revealing smooth unblemished skin and a black bra that seemed almost a size too small for her plump breasts. Mechanically she removed her bra, then her skirt, her nipples tightening in the cool air of the lab turned office.

Now standing in only a pair of black satin panties and pair of heels she bent down offering him a view of her voluptuous backside as she pulled off her heels and then her underwear revealing a clean shaven mound. Slowly, almost in a drunken fashion he walked over to the medical table and laid down running her hands along the cool metal frame. There was a flush on her cheeks revealing she wasn't quite all the way gone but her gaze was fuzzier by the moment. "Is this really necessary? I could've brought my...." What could she have brought... something important records of some kind. But what kind of records were they?

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"Did you forget to bring your vibrator?" Jacob asked encouragingly. "The tests would be much easier with it, or any other toys..."

He ran a hand up the length of her body, from her knee to her shoulder, not going out of his way to touch anything sensitive. "You were telling me that you're capable of at least 3 to 4 orgasms, which would be great on-screen." His hand slid back downward to her breast, cupping it loosely. After a moment, his fingers started to tease her nipple lightly. "Without the vibrator, there must be some way to demonstrate your sexual prowess. What do you think would work?"

His hand started moving down her body again, teasing the skin just above her clitoris, while the other hand resumed control of her breast. "I'm sure you're ready for your audition, after all."

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Vibrator... the word struck her as out of place for some reason but Penelope couldn't imagine why. Had she needed to bring one? Reaching up she rubbed her eyes trying to focus on the geometric tiles on the ceiling but her mind kept wandering and it was hard to keep track of the conversation, it seemed jumbled almost as though the questions he asked were out of place, the way he touched her... well that wasn't exactly professional either, but it did feel rather nice. "I... did not know I needed it," she responded in an airy tone once more rubbing her eyes as she turned her hazy blue gaze to him once more.

Her breath caught and for a moment clarity struck her eyes. "Audition what are you talking about I... I..." mmm nutmeg. Perhaps she would make cookies when she got home, it had been quite some time since she felt relaxed enough to even attempt baking. "You could audition me for the... position." her voice had gone soft once more even while she instinctively closed her thighs against his teasing hand trying to get the soft movement to stop. "Why do I need to audition? I'm not a movie star... I'm a ne... neuroscientist. You should stop touching... this isn't right is it?"

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Jacob frowned. She was starting to resist the gas. _Is it dissipating? Did I run out?_ He checked the not-so-well-hidden pressure gauge on his desk quickly. _No, still emanating the gas. So she must be resisting._

Part of him wanted to shout, _This is impossible! My plan was perfect!_ but he knew better. He'd planned to have to do some revision, he'd expected it. No need to fall into the Mad Scientist University Book of Dialogue Tropes yet.

He concentrated, trying to think fast. _Neurosurgeon---so she knows some psychology as well..._ "No, no," he reassured her. "We were talking about the brain-body interface, and how some thoughts were enough to cause a physical reaction. Like... tongues licking your nipples, fingers vigorously stroking your pussy..." He hoped that the confusion would be enough to get the reaction he was intending. "Your arousal levels spiking past normal levels, into temporary nymphomania..."

He wasn't sure what else he could use, if this didn't work. He also hoped she was as hard up for sexual attention as she was for the job.

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Had they? Well, it certainly wasn't unusual, especially when one had not engaged in physical release for some time. In school Penelope had boyfriends but after she graduated she'd become well irreversibly single, it seemed. Not that she really went out much unless it was to a job interview, and during the explanation, it had been discovered she was one of the more suggestive types due to a rather vivid imagination. Not that it had affected her grade in psychology much she still passed the class with an A that semester. Now that she thought about it, yes that would be enough to spike her arousal levels. With a breathy sigh, her mind began to focus on his examples and arousal spiked in her blood making her clench her thighs together for an altogether different reason.

"I... apologize for that." A flush stained her cheeks and she bit her lip. Beneath his fingers, her nipples tightened almost noticeably. The gas had worked on her on a subconscious level leading her to believe that she had indeed entered a state of temporary nymphomania. "Are you... helping me past it?" she squirmed on the leather medical bed ever so slightly. He seemed like he was, maybe a professional courtesy? Of course, she doubted he'd give her the job now, he probably thought she was some kind of desperate slut.

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Jacob relaxed, glad to be back on track. _This mixture will definitely need some work,_ he thought.

After a moment, he shook his head at Penelope's question. "If you are---and we haven't confirmed that yet, have we?---then it's nothing to be ashamed of or afraid of," he soothed. "The best thing to do would be harness it, right?"

His fingers that had been teasing ever-so-close to her most sensitive parts went further, sliding down, separating her lower lips. "Don't you think the best temporary solution would be... penetration?" As he said the word, two fingers slid deeply into Penelope, thrusting with purpose. They slid out again smoothly, back in, and out again before he paused.

He cocked his head, and asked, sounding puzzled, "Did you just imagine that my fingers went in you, Miss Wilcott? That certainly seems to be the reaction I just saw."

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A small gasp of surprise escaped Penelope's lips and she felt fingers slide inside her slick passage, her hips jerked and her eyes fluttered shut only to open when it suddenly stopped. Right, so she was imagining all this? It was hard to tell at this point all she knew was she wanted more of that feeling and her thighs parted giving access to these imaginary digits. "I... think so?" she responded in a questioning tone, the flush on her cheeks more pronounced. "Normally when I imagine things they don't feel quite so... nice." A slight smile appeared on her lip. Maybe she really was as desperate as she came across? Why else would she imagine fingers sliding inside her?

Still, something niggled the realistic part of her brain, a kind of nagging warning. Things were not what they appeared, she needed to wake up but she really didn't want to. It had been months since she felt this relaxed, relaxed enough to enjoy her naughty fantasies without feeling guilty afterward. For a while, it seemed like a waste of time, time that could be spent looking for a job. Now she had one, though? So indulging a bit wouldn't hurt too badly. All she had to do was let her imagination take here where she wanted to go, he didn't seemed bothered by it in fact he seemed... excited maybe?

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Jacob stroked Penelope's head gently with his free hand. "If you're having hallucinations, then why don't you close your eyes," he suggested. "Then you can tell me what you're feeling, and we can move forward from there."

He waited until she either closed her eyes, or made it clear that she wasn't going to, then added a third finger inside of her, and started thrusting more vigorously. "There, that reaction---what just happened there?" he prompted, knowing full well what she'd be talking about.

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He really was being very kind to her, at least for the moment. Stroking her hair while she worked through... whatever was happening right now. On his request, she closed her eyes a gasp of pleasure escaping her throat as what felt like a third finger was added making her shutter in obvious enjoyment. "It... it feels like another finger has been added and oh... it's thrusting inside me." Penelope's hips bucked sharply and her she grew, even more, been aroused. Her essences beginning to make the passage of his digits even smoother than before. "Feels... good."

At one point her eyes opened just for a moment and she swore she saw him actually moving his fingers inside her making her quiver and moan like a well-trained brothel worker. She tried to focus, really tried but pleasure made her brain cloudy and her lower stomach began to feel warm. "Why... is it so real?" this can't be her imagination, but he'd said it was so... was it? She really couldn't be certain at this point.

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Jacob decided it was time to take it up another notch. "You seem to be obsessed with the idea of sex," he commented. "Would you like me to make it real?" He stopped fingering her, took a step back, and started undressing. "You can have everything you and your body want," he said encouragingly, "for just one small promise."

Undressed, he started running his hands over her body gently, massaging her without quite getting back to her erogenous zones. "Tell me that you belong to me," he said warmly, "and you can have it all." Jacob was a little short, at 5'6'', but he had learned in high school the value of exercise. He was lean, with faint muscle definition in all of the right parts. And his penis, while not deserving of any superlative adjectives, was at least noteworthy in its sudden appearance in her presence.

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Penelope's eyes certainly opened wide at that comment though they lacked the focus she'd had when they first began speaking. The soft rational part of her mind was trying to tell her it was a very bad idea to give into his request. She was getting into something that she had no hope of getting out of without a great deal of strife on her part. This was not a normal job that much was obvious but oh... she really did want it and badly at that. She was hot, practically quivering with the desire to be taken and filled until she couldn't stand it. It would be so easy to give in to him, to grant him his request than hopefully, the need would go away. He said anything she wanted, so a job, money a chance to actually exercise her trade even if it was as a mere assistant. It would solve all her problems, and she was so very tired of having nothing but problems.

"I belong to you." Penelope finally said her voice still placid and very obviously under the influence of the gas that was still pumping in the room. Her blue eyes drifted down his frame, he really was an attractive man and oh... she zeroed in on his erection licking her lips as a pulse of want shot through her. "Please, I want it now. I want to be filled up." the rational part of her brain was silenced now and all that remained was an intense desire that caused moisture to pool between her legs. He would make it better, he promised he would. Then maybe they could continue the interview.

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Jacob was quite pleased with what the gas was doing, even if it wasn't fully ready for sale. _It still does most of what I want..._

With a faint grunt, he climbed up on the table with Penelope, took position over her, and drove himself into her. _It's... been a while,_ he thought. _for me, and apparently for her, too._ She was tight, certainly tighter than the last woman he'd been with. He drove his mind quickly away from that memory.

Penelope was here, Penelope was ready, and Penelope was certainly attractive enough. Her form, lying beneath him as he started riding her, gave him some new thoughts, new ideas on ways to use her. That gave him a bit of renewed energy, and he leaned down to ride her harder. Absently, almost as though it was expected, he leaned in to kiss her, seeking her own confirmation---in a twisted way.


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For a moment, Jessica wasn't sure Odessa would ever reach up and shake her hand, but she offered the dog girl a warm smile and an approving nod of her head even if she proved herself unused to such a gesture. That was her own fault though since she had forgotten for a moment that Odessa wasn't entirely human, or rather she wasn't human, she just had a human like face was all. Still, it was a harmless mistake, and one that she didn't seem to mind even as she tried to still appear as if she were in no need of a near complete stranger's help, which was fine by Jessica so long as they remained friendly with each other. Despite the continued tough girl act though, Jessica felt her own cheeks turn a little brighter at the compliment before leaving Odessa to her meal. She did notice how her ear remained cocked and upright anytime she popped her head into the living room after leaving to tend to the rest of the housework, but Jess chose not to comment on it as she went about the process of preparing Odessa a space to sleep and get comfortable with. Assuming she slept on a bed given her human like shape, Jessica didn't think twice about pulling the sheets and blankets down to the foot of the bed in one of the spare bedrooms she didn't need on the first floor, before moving to fluff the pillows some at the other end. A light dusting later had the relatively small, at least when compared to the master bedroom upstairs, bedroom prepared and ready for its new occupant.

Odessa's explorations would reveal nothing out of the ordinary about Jessica. Beyond a drawing room where she kept physical copies of some of her artwork, mostly done with pencil and a full easel set up near a large bay of windows on the other end of an otherwise empty space, not even the carpet extended this far, preferring the look and feel of the hardwood floor, the only other space in the house she frequented regularly was the kitchen and the pool out back. The rest of the house, beyond a garage and a walkout basement where the washer and dryer were kept, along with a half folded stack of laundry waiting for her to finish the job, was devoid of anything of significance or note. It was a nice house though, every room even if it wasn't regularly used by anyone, herself included, was well kept, cleaned, and taken care of. And while Jessica would appreciate Odessa not prying into her bedroom on the second floor, the dog girl would still see the occasional half finish sketch that she had forgotten, balled and crumpled up and tossed aside. Despite the fact they were apparently no good to the human, they and the sketches in the drawing room were very well done, beautifully so in more than one example. The fact that most of the balls of paper were by a garbage can or a waste bin said that either she was a piss poor shot or she hadn't tried that hard to make it into the garbage in the first place. Just another little quirk that added to Jessica's personal charm though.

Unless something came up, it would take Jessica a good hour to get down to the basement to get to the rest of her laundry after cleaning up the rest of the windows and the far more frequently used rooms, in which time Odessa might have taken to perusing the artwork all over her drawing room. While the storm outside was slowly getting worse, with the wind and rain having picked up, it was quiet inside the house beyond the soft patter of the human's bare feet as she meandered about the place, a little tune on her lips. The pictures, even the ones she had tossed to the side, were more for her personal inspiration and amusement than anything. They were whatever she had found beautiful or awe inspiring in some way. They ranged from something simple as a flower she'd seen while walking through the park one day, an odd ''duck'' mixed in with roses where it shouldn't have been, to more personal things such as a couple walking down the road, arm in arm as one leaned in as if to kiss along her partner's neck. Whatever the case might have been, a few had pride of place, proudly displayed on the walls next to her folded up easel which had no project ready to go, only a clean piece of paper waiting to be filled. One of her crowning achievements was a sunset or a sunrise, it was hard to tell at a glance, and Los Angeles in the background, and just on the edge of that was where all of the monsters in their world had come from, fading into the distance behind the city skyline. Layers of details all rolled into one picture, in a way it wasn't far off from how Jessica herself was as a person, with the most obvious being what you got on the surface.

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While her ears twitched every now and then as she listened to Jessica as she made her way around her house, Odessa found herself looking through the pictures. She hadn't precisely meant to but, once she'd found them, she couldn't quite help herself. She maintained her cautious approach, though, and took care not to disturb the artwork through her examinations, although she found herself drawn to the sunset picture. Or sunrise.

She thought it was a sunset, at least. But, more important than the time of day in the picture was the island. The home of those like herself, even though Odessa had never actually been there. After four hundred years there had been a few born down here amongst the humans, and that included the canine girl. She'd heard about the place, of course, but everything had been secondhand and from faded memories rather than anything clear and precise. She grumbled softly in the back of her throat as she heard the rain and wind pick up with the storm outside. She was glad she'd found an apparently nice place to stay, at least until the weather passed but, at the same time she couldn't let herself trust this human too deeply, even if she smelled nice and trustworthy and had given her food and shelter already.

She still couldn't trust her, despite all of that. Not so quickly and not so soon after...

Again, she grumbled quietly to herself and, eventually, decided to move on. She could try to find the bedroom that was being set aside for her, which wouldn't be too hard of a task, not with all of the recent activity that there would have been around it, but Odessa found that she wasn't quite in the mood to sleep. Maybe it was the new surroundings or recent events or just the weather, but she wanted to be up and about for at least a little while longer. Without much else to do, she set off to track Jessica down. Maybe she would have something for her to do, or would at least be more interesting to be around than an empty room.

Odessa may not have liked to admit it, but she hated the feeling of being alone.

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Odessa wasn't the only one that didn't want to be alone, but unlike her, Jessica wasn't afraid to admit it, albeit with some minor coaxing. Living alone since moving to the city hadn't been the plan, but it was how things had simply worked out was all. And now with Tom leaving for greener pastures, the dog girl's strangely timely arrival couldn't have happened at a better opportunity truth be told. Even if she didn't stay for long, Jessica couldn't help but wonder if perhaps adopting another stray monster girl if the dog did decide to leave wouldn't be a bad idea? If she decided to stay, Jessica would of course let her barring any unwelcome surprises of course, but again such thoughts were too soon to potentially build false hope upon, so she went about her household chores more to distract herself than anything now. Whatever ended up happening, time would likely tell regardless as it always did. Besides, Odessa had made it pretty clear she wasn't in a hurry to trust anyone now anyway.

Finding the bedroom set aside for the dog girl would be a simple affair. Of the three bedrooms, two of which were on the first floor, of which only one had a bathroom, Jessica had left the door open for her for the one that also had its own bathroom. It wasn't much to look at, but it was nice enough for what she had paid for the house. Beyond the comfortably large, soft bed and a small walk in closet that was empty, along with a decent sized dresser by the windows to the far right, the rest of the room was empty. She could decorate if she wanted, but that'd be a conversation for later because Jessica decided to stick her head in a few moments afterwards. "Hey, I see you found the room I set aside for you. It was the only one with its own bathroom on this floor, but since no one else was using it I didn't see the harm in letting you have it. If you want to settle in it's fine, I was just going to watch a movie or something in the other room, provided the power doesn't end up getting knocked out from the storm." While she didn't come right out and offer Odessa a spot on the couch next to her, Jessica did offer her a hopeful glance before making her way to the kitchen to make some popcorn. "You like popcorn by chance?" She called out, curious as to her answer as she got things together in the kitchen for herself and possibly her guest.

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Was she going to stay here? Odessa didn't know, and that uncertainty made her uncomfortable. Being alone made her uncomfortable too but, right now, human company also made her uneasy, although in Jessica's case there was an extra helping of guilt, as the woman had not actually done anything to Odessa, and she knew it.

Still, despite her conflicted feelings, the growing storm outside drove her towards the only company that was on offer here. The idea of staying was still unsettled and unsettling, but the movie and popcorn? That was an easier question to deal with.

"I like the salty sort," she offered, before she gave a little shrug. "But if you want to share, I'll just have what you're having, thanks."

A movie might be fun, after all. And if it wasn't, then she still wouldn't have been left alone, not again. Not, it increasingly seemed, much of one for talking, she made her way back to the couch and took one edge of it for herself. She stayed pretty far off to the side, and had to fight down the urge to just stretch out and lie on it.

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While the question popped up about whether or not dog girls could even eat popcorn, or rather should they consume such things like a normal human being, Jessica didn't ask because one, it would have likely seemed incredibly rude to make such an obviously uninformed assumption, and two, she trusted Odessa to tell her if she'd have an issue with normal ''human'' food. So she left her question unspoken and proceeded to get the popcorn situated sorted out, making a note to grab a box of salty popcorn the next time she was out. "I don't have any salty, sorry, but I don't mind getting some the next time I need groceries." Jessica offered, since she didn't mind so long as there wasn't an overabundance of honey all over her popcorn. Beyond that she could eat the hard little kernels for hours on end if she had any say in the matter. But she normally kept herself limited to movie nights like today and anytime she actually went to see a movie at the theater a few blocks away. That said, she did glance towards Odessa, curiosity getting the better of her, but just as she started to ask something about the dog girl, the microwave beeped at her and she left her question unspoken once more. Grabbing the bowl she had dumped them into, she set it down on the small table by the couch, went back to the kitchen to get herself and Odessa something to drink, and was soon nestled onto the left side of the couch with Odessa on her right.

If she'd wanted to stretch out over the couch, Jessica wouldn't have cared as she propped her feet up on the little coffee table in front of them with a satisfied groan. As for the movie, she picked the first one that seemed even remotely interesting, which turned out to be some horror romp where the big bad of the movie was a female ghost in a black funeral gown that proceeded to terrorize the characters onscreen, but Jessica was half tempted to pick something else by the time the midway point rolled around. "Netflix and Amazon, thousands of movies and TV shows between them, and I wind up picking a dud. Story of my life." Jessica chuckled sheepishly as she looked over towards Odessa. "Sorry if this is boring you to tears Odessa." She offered, but she didn't change the movie playing on her TV, a decision made easier if Odessa at least found the show interesting if nothing else. If she looked as bored as she felt though, Jessica would happily hand over the remote and let her browse to her heart's content. In either event though, she did give Odessa a curious glance and remembered her earlier question. "You don't take very much do you? I don't mean to pry, Odessa, but I can't help but be curious about you. Is there anything you feel like sharing? If you'd rather not talk right now it's fine, but I hope that might change if you decide to stick around."

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Odessa simply shrugged when she heard there was no salt available. It wasn't too good for her, although she could eat it just fine, and it was hardly as if Jessica had expected company, after all. She'd given her shelter and food already, that was more than enough, really.

She kept her distance when they sat down, both to avoid crowding the human and, well, she was still a little wary. Sure, Jessica had been nothing but nice to her so far, far more than she had to be, but Odessa had trouble with trust right now. The movie wasn't too great, something that her host seemed to agree with, but it was better than nothing and an excuse to have popcorn. Without having quite noticed it, Odessa had slowly drifted closer to Jessica, although there was still a gap between them when they reached the midway point of the film.

When questioned about herself, the dog girl frowned and her ears shifted and flicked back and forth uncertainly. "I... I don't talk much, no," she agreed after a little while. "And, well, recently, I... things..." her ears dropped back against her head and she very definitely did not let out a barely audible little whine despite herself. "Things weren't good recently." She settled on. "As for things I'll share..." which, quite clearly, did not include recent history for now. "What would you like to know? I was born down here, like running..." She shrugged again while her ears slowly returned to their more normal positions.

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Jessica breathed a little mental sigh of relief when Odessa only shrugged her shoulders when she said she didn't have any salty popcorn. While her offer to get some the next time she left for groceries had been genuine, the human was glad that the dog girl wasn't going to make a big deal out of it either. Still, while the ensuing movie was a dud, the human couldn't help but notice that the poor monster girl had slowly gotten a little closer to her side of the couch. The human didn't comment on it, but the subtle gesture didn't go unnoticed either as they sat and ate popcorn in comfortable silence. It felt good to have a friend again, even if again it was far too soon to call Odessa as such, but eventually the silence became distracting and Jessica began to gently press for answers regarding her mysterious, quiet companion. As such, the human watched with vivid interest disguised by a neutral expression as Odessa's ears shifted about while she tried to put together a coherent response to her inquiry. Not because she had trouble speaking, but simply because Odessa herself said she didn't talk much and Jessica couldn't shake the feeling that she was understandably being wary around her still. At least she was talking at all though, so there was definitely that working in the dog girl's favor.

Jessica's heart melted a little when Odessa's ears drooped visibly, making her want to pull her into a warm, encompassing hug, but she bit back the impulse since it would likely be met with resistance at this early stage. It didn't help that a soft whine soon followed, but instead of focusing on it lest she do something rash that would likely backfire despite her good intentions, Jessica instead nodded and more fully turned to the dog girl, the movie forgotten at this point. "Well, what do you like to do, besides running I mean? Do you know how to read, write, do you have favorite foods, drinks? Anything like that?" She was essentially asking for mundane things that Odessa would hopefully feel comfortable in sharing since it was pretty obvious that her recent history was off the table, at least for now. She'd gladly answer whatever questions the dog girl had of course, but for now the conversation was directed at her for now.

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Odessa's face seemed to change little as she listened or spoke, but the canine's ears were a very different and much more expressive story. While her expression was as stoic as ever, her ears shifted with open uncertainty for a few moments before she replied to the continuing questions. As with Jessica, Odessa had mostly forgotten about the movie already, which was probably a common response to that particular film, given its apparent quality, or lack thereof.

"I can read and write," she replied, leaving out the little detail of how her eyes weren't really too good with close-up fine detail like that. "But I don't really do either often, I guess. I'm more..." she hesitated and her ears reflected a spike in nervousness that didn't appear on her face. "Outdoorsy and I like to sing. Anyway, food." She hurried quickly on, just a little bit nervous or embarrassed or at least uncertain in some way about the mention of her singing. "For food I hope you don't have a problem with a big meat-eater in the house. And fish." She smiled faintly and her tail whacked quietly against the back of the sofa as her thoughts turned to food. "I really like fish. And cheese. You wouldn't think they'd go together, but they sorta do..."

She leaned back, a bit more relaxed and seemed not to notice how she was now tilted more towards Jessica. "Admittedly, the cheese isn't all that good for me, but it's not like humans don't eat stuff you probably shouldn't, so..." she shrugged. "Besides, I'm still in good shape, right?"


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Qahena was not sorry to see Mournstead disappear behind her---hopefully for ever. It could burn to the ground for all the succubus cared, and the valley would be made a better place for it. Even after such a brief visit, she felt somehow sullied by the ignorant and petty ways of the people who lived there, who even now were probably convincing themselves they had gotten precisely what they wanted.

The succubus twisted in her saddle to give Lady Almont a sidelong glance. "Will you kill me if I don't behave myself, Mistress? Perhaps I should gather up some birch saplings, so that you may discipline me. Would that please you?" Qahena turned away, and let out a quiet, private snicker.

Qahena's satisfaction with herself was short-lived, however. As they picked up their pace, the rubbing of the horse against her thighs returned. It chafed with every step the beast made, sending little jolts of pain through her each time. She resolved not to complain, however. Not to say anything else, in fact. It would accomplish nothing now. Perhaps later, when Lady Almont saw how she suffered in silence, thighs covered in angry red welts. Imagining that made the pain a little easier to bear.

Instead, she watched the trees and the hills and the animals that tried to hide among them as they approached. It was hardly past midday when they crested a hill and left the miserable valley behind, Mournstead a little speck in the distance behind them. She took one look back, her eyes following the stream from Mournstead into the dark woods. She thought she could see her cabin there, on a small rise. Then she turned around, eyes forward once more. And smiled. A vast, open expanse of green opened up before them. It wasn't all that different from the valley they'd just departed, but it felt brighter, somehow less oppressive. The road wound down the hill, back and forth, until the ground leveled out and they were surrounded once more by trees on all sides. She took a deep breath then. Even the air felt cleaner.

Qahena knew she was likely being led to her death. Lady Almont seemed the opposite of all the small-minded and superstitious peasants in Mournstead, but even then she doubted the other members of her order would feel that way. Perhaps they wouldn't burn her at the stake, but that was about the measure of mercy she expected. It could be she needed to escape before they ever got to this city her captor had mentioned.

It would be a trivial thing, too. Murdering Lady Almont while she slept. Unless the woman slept with her armor on---or had no need for sleep at all---she doubted she'd find much resistance. And yet, Lady Almont was the only person she'd ever known who'd treated her with any decency when there was no need to. She could just as easily have beaten Qahena senseless, or tied her up and slung her over the back of her horse. Or murdered her to begin with. It wasn't kindness---not quite. But that almost made it even more difficult to contemplate murdering Lady Almont. The young knight seemed utterly naive, but held to her principles even when it wasn't the easy thing to do. Even to the point of threatening the villagers if they tried to harm Qahena. She didn't deserve to die.

Escape, then? Disappearing into the woods, hounded once more? It was no life at all. Weighing her options, Qahena let the hours go by watching the trees and the streams and the animals.

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For the most part Lady Almont tried not to look at the monster who she shared the saddle with, let alone speak to her. The worst thing she presumed she could do was give the creature a reason to open its mouth and twist words into some kind of vague contract or spell that might have an ill effect on the righteous paladin. Besides, the last thing Lady Almont needed was to grow tired on a long journey because she was deflecting the creature's endless flirtations. It clearly had no shame.

After a short while it appeared to be the paladin's turn to snicker as the destrier picked up its pace to carry them back to the city. The endless jostle in the saddle felt like nothing to the armored woman whose thighs remained unharmed from the bouncing, chafing motions. However, to anyone inexperienced with riding, as she suspected the monster was, she would probably grow sore very quickly and keep quiet aside from complaining about the pain. Much to Lady Almont's surprise though, the horned woman didn't utter even a sound as the sun began to fall over the horizon and they were once against surrounded by forest.

Suddenly the great war horse halted in place as his mistress flicked his reins. With a huff the horse stretched his thick neck and flicked his mane about to release the tension in his muscles now that he was given the opportunity to stop.

Quietly, perhaps unnaturally for someone clad in armor, Lady Almont tossed her leg over the saddle and she landed on the soft grass below with a faint thud of her boots. They paused at a clearing high in the forest that would give them a wondrous lay of the land---and their path to the city---come morning when they breached the tree line.

"We'll make camp here," she announce. Lady Almont patted her horse's side casually and then reached into her saddle bag where she withdrew a length of rough hewn rope. From the way the paladin had threatened the hot-headed villagers it was likely she wouldn't take no for an answer if Qahena didn't like the idea of being tied up. After all, she had no reason to trust the creature---even if she had a rather... appealing form.

"Don't fuss and you'll find yourself less uncomfortable." She didn't even give Qahena time to respond as she thrust the rope toward the creature, waiting for her slim wrists to descend obediently unless she desired the paladin to force her.

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Qahena gasped when her feet hit the ground, pain jolting through her. Travel by horse with no form of riding gear was clearly unwise, and if not for the burning sensation between she legs she may have wondered if her captor took some form of perverse pleasure in it. Instead, she bent over, thighs parted, and felt her thighs. She winced, then sighed.

When she looked up, and was met with the sight of a rope held out for her, she hesitated a moment before offering up her wrists. If need be, she was confident she could slip her bindings. Or simply use them against her captor if she couldn't. Escaping, however... escaping would be difficult. She'd not counted on the ache in her thighs being quite so debilitating, forcing her to walk slightly bowlegged to avoid the pain. If she tried to simply run, she doubted she would get very far at all, and even slipping away quietly would be made more difficult by it.

Qahena hung her head as she was tied up. "You still think me a heartless monster," Qahena eventually said, her eyes on the ground. "A vicious killer and a temptress."

She did not expect a reaction from the paladin, but the words emboldened her somehow. She felt her courage rising, enough to glance up and look her captor in the eyes. "You're just as ignorant as those villagers---you just imagine yourself better, and believe your punishment is somehow nobler than simply murdering me. But my only crime has been surviving, instead of... what? Allowing those men to rape me, to murder me?"

Qahena spat. "I wasn't born a whore. I was made a whore!" Qahena hissed, indignant rage rising in her chest. She stepped towards Lady Almont, straining at her bindings. Perhaps it was best she was tied up---even for her own sake. She was used to having to expose herself in order to survive, but that was physical. Exposing her own pain was something else entirely, and she found it was not to her liking. "You're afraid seeing me as I truly am will harm you in some way. You're right to worry. I know you desire me. You also know you could have me. But you'd also be forced to see... to see what others have inflicted on me. You're a coward, and nothing else!"

Qahena stood trembling before her captor now, panting. Perhaps she'd gone too far. It didn't really matter much, one way or the other. She'd seen enough of human justice to know what awaited her---no matter what Lady Almont hinted at. Perhaps Qahena's judgment was too harsh, but at least then they were both equally wrong. It didn't really matter.

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Lady Almont was doing her best not to comment on the angry red state of the monster's thighs. Indeed, the creature was sore from the saddle as she anticipated, and in part, the pious paladin felt it was somewhat deserved. Although on the other hand she had personally witnessed the cruelty and narrow minded demeanor of Mournstead's townsfolk. Admittedly, even after a few short exchanged they had already tried her patience to its full extent. Still---she wanted no further complications on the way back to the city. So with a heavy sigh, the female knight crossed her arms over her chest at the monster's pitiful display.

"Heartless and vicious? Perhaps not. But certainly a temptress and not one fit to live so close to the town." she said casually. It was for the seductress' own good, really, yet Lady Almont could not deny that she saw a darkness in the she-beast that flickered into the core of her mind occasionally when Qahena's hackles went up. She didn't trust the townsfolk to not act irrationally, nor did she trust the horned woman to not become feral when she was inevitably backed against a wall.

As the monster dove into her angry tirade the paladin stood still without commenting until she had finished completely. Lady Almont's dark, angled brows fixed into a furrow as she peered over to the trembling, angry creature who had an impressive amount of confidence for one whose wrists were tied and whose thighs were rubbed raw, leaving her in a much easier state to handle if she acted out.

"I was called on to remove a monster from the forest. If I had no care of the outcome, I would have handed you over to that despicable blacksmith and his companions to take their revenge. I do not claim to know how their friend died or if he deserved it, but it was not for them to decide your fate," she said flatly. This female creature was not without wit, she didn't seem to revel in the bloodshed of innocents---she was more complicated than that. More human. So the Mother would have to determine what could be done with her.

After speaking, Lady Almont reached out and hooked her fingers into the roughly hewn rope that tied Qahena's wrists together. She all but dragged the monster along to the middle of the little clearing and pulled her down onto the soft grass with more force than necessary. It took everything she had to not spit out a biting response to the monster's bold claims that Lady Almont desired her. Maybe it was true, given the way the paladin lashed out. She'd had inklings of desire in her younger days, when the sight of someone made her heart beat faster, but over time she was able to push such appetites away... or so she thought until now. "I'm going to fetch some water. Sit here and don't try to run away!" snapped Lady Almont as she straightened up and turned on her heel toward the sound of the river nearby.

A short while later she returned with a bloated waterskin clutched in one hand, dripping with the river's offerings. In her other hand she gripped the collar of her breastplate and held the upper half of her armor against her hip, as she'd removed the cuirass while down at the river so she could feel the wind against her skin. All she wore was a plain linen shirt that was thin enough one could see the leather harness beneath it. When she arrived at the clearing proper she scoured the area to ensure Qahena was still seated on the ground, or at least close by.

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Qahena would get nowhere arguing with her captor---that much was becoming clear. It wasn't clear to her if her captor was simply too stubborn, or to bound by her own convictions, or something else entirely. A combination, perhaps.

When Lady Almont left her alone to collect water, Qahena chafed at her bindings---more out of spite than anything. The coarse ropes dug painfully into her wrists, leaving angry red marks, once again filling her with anger at her situation. Filling her with the urge to hurt her captor, to escape---for all the good that would do her.

In that, at least, she had experience, and the scars to prove it. Qahena had yet to show Lady Almont the true extend of her scars---physical and otherwise, the signs of the abuse she'd suffered in the past. At the hands of forces both fitting and deserving of the title of ''monster'' the young paladin so enjoyed throwing around. Creatures from beyond Lady Almont's world---and Qahena's---who delighted in torment and misery. Who'd kept her as little more than a pet and a plaything until they grew bored with her and allowed her to slip away. Likely to die. Qahena had survived, though. Carving out a pathetic existence for herself, minding only herself and her basic needs. Interacting with humans only when her needs demanded.

Now, those needs were slowly growing in her. It was more hunger than arousal, or a mix between the two. And she doubted Lady Almont would be especially willing to lend aid. But then again... she'd hit a nerve with her comments, hadn't she?

Qahena didn't have much time to consider before Lady Almont returned. The succubus made no effort to hide the fact she'd struggled against her ropes, but she remained on her knees in the grace, thighs slightly parted. The anger was plain on her face. Still, she held her tongue. There seemed to be little point in antagonizing her captor. Or in tempting her. Instead, she bit her anger back, and continued playing the part of the obedient, defeated captive. Whatever happened once Lady Almont took Qahena to see her order, she'd make the pious young woman face her own doubts. However deeply they lay buried.

"May I sleep?" Qahena said, the resent obvious in her voice. It took her actually asking the question to realize just how tired the traveling had left her---despite the mount. Sleep, at least, would come easily.


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Wielding a pitchfork in her forked tail, Fifi stabbed at a soul crawling from the jagged crevice near her meager dwelling while busily reading her manual. Fucking A, Hell had a lot of rules! It was popular knowledge that all politicians ended up there, but she did not realize that politics also ruled Hell. Thus, if she wanted to ascend from the bowels, then she was going to have to work. Hard.

So, she paid her dues. She punished wayward souls. She made herself available for summons (not that any ever called for her). She practiced sex with her fellow succubi and incubi. She dream-walked... but unlike her devilish kin who used their dreams for their visceral appetites, she saved hers for researching earthlings. It was known throughout Hell that humans were foolish and the most likely species to be tricked by a new succubus like Fifi, so she thought it was smart to learn as much about them as possible to better her chances of being summoned.

Anything to escape the doldrums of Hell! Oh sure, as a succubus, her job should have been the easiest thing in the world, but she was within her first thousand years, and therefore no one knew her name to summon her! No one had ever heard of Fifi. No. She needed to provide a guide.

So, she penned the Sexcronomicon. In her research, there was a mortal named Lovecraft that had a following of cultists on Earth, and he had already devised a book of the dead! It was false, of course, but hers was an homage made with real human flesh, just like the original, and the papers had all been cursed by Lucifer himself! Humans would love her book because humans loved novelty shit, right? Some humans would fall for it; they had to! Then, her book would be traded for gems on the Enter-Net, as she'd heard it called, where the lucky villain would learn the spell to summon her.

The circle to summon her was complex, but intricately drawn, and the ingredients were simple, as she was still so lowly in Hell that her presence was literally being foisted on people rather than sought. It was easy, you needed only: 13 candles, a goose feather, some dirt of the summoner's birthplace, and the words ''yalu vidya zatano Fifi''!

Once the Sexcronomicon was finished, she had presented it to Lucifer, who allowed her to let it drop into a single bookshop in a place called Ing-land. Of course, little did she know that Lucifer had lied to her, and the bookstore he spoke of had long since been out of business, and thus, her book had been mistaken for a genuine Necronomicon, and found its way to a distribution center. But, all she thought there was to do, was wait.

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Reggie was excited, for once. His new package had arrived and had been looking forward to it for a good week now. It was supposed to arrive five days prior but apparently, somebody had cocked up in the warehouse and it needed to be resent, but that was in the past now and he had it at last. Or he thought he did.

He had just taken the box it had arrived in into the kitchen and opened it when he realized there had been an even bigger cock-up. One he was less willing to forgive than a simply late package. Instead of the book he had ordered, waiting to be opened and read and dog-eared and all the other things that happened to a well-read book, he saw something called a ''sexcronomicon'' of all things. Now... he had not ordered a book of smut, he didn't have any books of smut, why order a book of smut when such a glorious thing as the internet existed? What was worse, the book looked to be made out of some second-grade leather... fan-fucking-tastic.

Reggie was about to simply tape the box back up and send it back to the distributor with a strongly worded letter and demand for a refund when he became just a little tempted to read it. May as well see what smut lurked in a book titled the ''sexcronomicon'', may be worth keeping after all, or at least keeping and then demanding is actual book be sent. So, he pulled it out of the box and gave it a quick skim read. The first thing he saw being a ritual of some kind. Which he immediately decided was bollocks and closed the book and went about writing that letter. He had just finished it and was about to go about taping the book back into its packaging when he had a silly idea. The silly idea that only came from a profound sense of disappointment and wishing to make something of it. The idea, in particular, was to try out the ritual, which would be a funny story to tell people at any rate.

Getting the ingredients for said ritual was a bit of a bother, but he did need to go down to the shop anyway so may as well kill two birds with one stone. One trip to the shop later Reggie returned with some candles, assorted snacks and fresh milk. The feather he got from a pillow his mother had given him when he moved out, and the dirt from a rock he'd kept as a kid and never really wanted to get rid of, as he was convinced it would come in handy one day, which evidently it did. All that remained was to say the words.

Taking an overly dramatic deep breath, Reggie said it as loadlyand clearly as he could while reading from the book. "Yalu... Vidya Zatano... Fifi."

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The instant that the spell's first guttural word had been spoken, a pair of crows began cawing stridently outside the window, their glossy beaks screaming against the overcast sky. Darker clouds moved in, ushered by a strangely warm wind, carrying bellies full of rain that split open by the time the spell was complete. The sky arced with lightning in a dramatic display, with thunder following immediately after as if the storm was located directly over the building.

Inside the simple English flat, something was very, very wrong. The summoning circle on the floor glowed purple as Reggie spoke, the otherworldly light tracing the lines he'd drawn until it filled in and went from 2D to 3D, as if a giant, unblinking eye was lifting through the floor. The candle flames flickered out and then burst into pillars of fire that blackened the ceiling while arcs of angry red lightning lashed from the perimeter of the circle, leaving scorch marks along the floor. Clawed hands grasped for freedom from within the space between the mortal coil and the planes of Hell, and a ghastly plume of sulfuric smoke belched from the pupil of the devil's eye-in-the-floor. The room filled with sweet smelling smoke, like incense and woodsmoke, and with a grand rambling burst, a figure erupted from the sparks of Hell. Fifi had finally been summoned!

Leaping to delicious freedom as if she'd been launched from a springboard, Fifi kicked her heels up in perverse glee as, at last, she escaped the bowels of Hell. She had done her research; she was ready for earthlings! After lots of exploring their dreams, the young succubus had specifically chosen a shape that would entice humans, and with powers like hers, she could always adjust things like height and muscularity. To start, she'd gone with the classic---a devil girl with scarlet skin, a forked tail, and two horns curling from underneath thick black hair.

Much to her demonic kin's chagrin, Fifi had elected not to arrive in the nude. It was one thing to be frightening in a dream, but she had been summoned. Apparently, humans were sensitive creatures, as demonstrated by their fear of angels, who, in Fifi's opinion, had gone overboard with the number of eyes after discovering that humans liked to look in them. So, when she landed in Reggie's smoke filled flat, she was wearing a skimpy top and shorts and tall thigh-high socks, all of which had proven popular both in her dream research, and on the human Enter-Net.

There were visible piercings in her pointy ears, her exposed navel, and along her hipbones, but the way her breasts moved underneath her barely-there flesh-toned tee suggested that there were more trinkets to discover. Now that she was in the mortal plane, the summoning circle was nothing more than a black burn on the floor, and the smoke was quickly sucked back into Hell as the hellspot closed back up again now that Fifi was free.

Her yellow eyes snapped around the room. Where were the cultists? Hadn't the human author Lovecraft been mentioned with cultists following him? Or had the high priest summoned her alone? Her eyes settled on Reggie, but then passed over him after a moment, searching for her true Master. "Who summons Fifi? Present yourselves and receive eternal pleasure!"

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Bad weather in England? Perish the thought. Reggie didn't notice the crows, they were just more annoying birds. He didn't notice the clouds move in, happens all the bloody time. Didn't care when the rain began, just made a mental note to close some of the larger windows. The lightning, bah he'd seen worse just last week. The glowing purple symbol on the other hand... was rather concerning. Then the cocking thing went 3d and he immediately thought he was just in a weird dream, but then he started smelling something and the reality hit.

Suffice it to say, by the time one Fifi was beginning to rise from the circle and present herself, Reggie was a bit out of it. When the figure actually started moving and fucking jump around he fell to the floor with a thud and not so manly yelp. He was already scrambling back before his brain decided to take a breather and actually look at what had just fucking materialized in his front room. The first thing that hit was the awful slogan on the crop top, which for some reason was given priority over the ACTUAL FUCKING DEMON that had just hopped into the material world. Oh yeah, demon, she... it was definitely one, and Reggie was rendered thoroughly speechless. Still, to his later annoyance, his penis stood in solidarity with him and was raised and prepared to meet the oncoming threat, be it panic, adrenaline, or the admittance that it was a rather fetching demon.

When it spoke, Reggie was still in the shock and speechless phase, and it took a good few seconds for him to realize it had even spoken. "U... uh... um... hello?"

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Fifi's pointed ears quirked in the mortal's direction as he spoke, her head following shortly after to see him spluttering in shock on the ground. His mouth was agape, his cheeks white, and she could smell the musk on him immediately---or was that the room itself? Either way, this mortal was clearly not her Master. Anyone who had successfully summoned her must have done so with a dark purpose, one that only one of Satan's favorite daughters could satisfy.

"Boy!" she barked to the cowering whelp, her demonic vocal cords suddenly roaring with six-hundred-sixty-six voices of the eternally damned, each forked and foreign and altogether horrendous to human ears. Clearing her throat she remembered to use her ''human'' voice.

Advancing on him, she intended to tower proudly over top of him with a foot on either side of his chest, but he was bigger than she bargained for, taller and broader and thicker---or perhaps she was too small? In Hell, she was eleven feet of pure feminine muscle, including the horns, but all of her research assured her that mortal males preferred shorter, smaller mates. _Perhaps I overestimated how small mortals are._ She had halved her height to be as deceptively dainty as she thought possible, and now stood barely over five feet, with crimson horns curling another few inches above.

"Fetch your Master and your cultists! We have unholy business to attend to!" she hollered in a voice that surprised even her as it came out; accented with the black speech of Hell, but now higher, girlish almost, and she reared her head back as it came out of her. _What the fuck? Is this what humans sound like?_

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Reggie flinched more than a little when the FUCKING DEMON in front of him barked out something, he legitimately wasn't actually listening to what it was she said, he was still in too much of a state of shock to really pay attention not such silly details like that. And hearing several hundred voices at once can garble even the simplest of words anyway. At least she was small... and rather cute actually... wait does he have a boner, of for fuck sake he does. Slowly Reggie's thoughts returned to him as she spoke again, the almost girly voice robbing the moment of the gravitas. That and her clothes had finally sunk in.

"My... wha...?" He asked in no small amount of confusion as the last vestiges of the utter panic began to subside. "Cult... ists? Really?" Reggie looked around, probably looking like he was taking the piss, but it was in fact genuine as if he expected some hooded figures to come out of the wardrobe and start chanting about how they had finally summoned a demon through RPG books, that finally their grand conspiracy was happening and Chick was confirmed to be correct... okay, that thought fully brought him back to reality. "Er... there is no cult. Just me... sorry?"

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Fifi stood with a foot on either side of his hips, her ankles pressing into his beefy sides, which felt sweaty through his shirt. She could smell him; her eyes drifting shut and mouth opening to unfurl a carpet of tongue tipped in two forks moving independently to taste the air. The thick musk of virgin male slammed into her with the force of her Hellmaster's backhand, and her body wakened like a sudden beast.

"No cultissssstsssssss?" her shadow grew behind her even though she herself did not; dominating his wall as if she were over ten feet tall. "No masssssster?!" she suddenly squatted, now sitting on top of his straining erection. "Then you summoned me for your personal uses," she hissed in sinful delight, grinning with every sharpened fang glinting. It was not a question. If there were no cultists and this mortal was not the minion of some greater master then that meant that his soul was her quarry.

"Speak confirmation, mortal!" she bellowed, though her voice was removed of its usual weight and continued to pipe at him with a girlish rasp more indicative of her 'human' size. Tendrils of purple lightning began to reach from underneath the floorboards, crackling behind them to complete her earthly binding. The apartment rattled as if Hell were opening again within it, black smoke pluming through and then swirling in a vortex around them that grabbed pillows, remotes, and other debris and hula hooped the living room with them, occasionally bonking the frightened, aroused human on the top of the head.

Fifi sat atop her mortal mount and seized his shirt, her short claws razoring through like paper. "ARE YOU MY MASTER?!"

[Assistant]
Panicked confusion turned to panicked arousal and then to just plain old fashioned panic as the demon stood over him and then lowered to squat herself down on his very much attentive penis, the panic only got worse when she grinned with those fanged teeth, which for reasons Reggie was not quite sure of, only made his penis stand even more attentively.

When she bellowed, Reggie was reduced to a stammering mess, even if her voice was beginning to lack the demonic tinge it had had not a moment ago and now sounded decidedly girly, fangs and a tail tend to distract ever so slightly from facts like that. "I-uh... I... bluuuuuh." The purple lightning only made it worse, and a little "Eep!" Escaped him as he flinched even further back. He was confounded, panicked and thoroughly bamboozled that he barely even noticed the various things hitting him in the head, such as the television remote, finally returning from damnable exile beneath the sofa cushions.

Then she grabbed him and made her demand plain. "Er... I suppose... so?"

[User]
Fifi was ravenous after the journey across endless planes of space and time---after all, breaking through to the mortal realm was not easy work!---and there was only one way to feed her: human seed; human seed which was trapped beneath layers of unnecessary fabric. His shirt was in tatters, revealing coarse light hair that disappeared into his waistline, where she sat with shorts hiked high, revealing the all-too plumpness of her inner thighs, as well as the shape of her nethers in intimate detail.

She snickered at his squeak, elated at the noise and greedy to hear more. Purple lightning continued to crackle around them, but the vortex grew, expanding the circle so that by the time her claws had shredded through his trousers, he was no longer in danger of being struck in the head with the debris.

Her yellow eyes flicked to him as she lifted her hips and pulled her shorts to the side, revealing red lips with a distinctly pink center that was already drooling with arousal, sticking to her shorts in a thick strand of arousal. She was neatly trimmed, her black pubes shaped naturally into an inverted triangle, as if to direct all traffic to where she needed it most.

"Massssster...!" she said, her pupils growing like the sudden effect of a powerful drug. Immediately after, the lightning was gone in a blink and all of the floating objects fell suddenly to the floor, leaving the room precisely as it had been before Reggie had uttered the incantation. The summoning was complete.

"Feed me," she groaned in desperation, lifting her hips to align their bodies so that he could sign his name inside of her...

[Assistant]
Okay... okay, okay, okay... no need to panic. No scratch that, every need to panic. Reggie was still far from in good condition and the destruction of articles of his clothing had definitely not helped matters... or suddenly seeing the demons shorts be discarded and offering a good view of what was below. The only thing that was marginally helping was the relative quiet with things no longer moving about and the retreat of the cortex, which was something Reggie frankly had not noticed, but it still helped.

What finally brought him back to some semblance of sense was her groaning and moving. Immediately very loud alarm bells went off within his mind and he tried to back up once more, stopped by the fact his back was now against the sofa. Denied his escape plan his brain went into overdrive to try making sense of all this nonsense. The first thing to come to the forefront was the thing about female demons that he knew... or thought he knew... they could kill you with sex. He did not stop to ponder the obvious implications of sex being evil and instead only focused on the now overwhelming fear for his own survival.

"Erm..." That was all he managed to throw out of his mouth as a pitiful delaying tactic while he thought some more. Kill her? Don't be stupid she's a demon she could be immortal for all he knew. Banish her? Nope, he'd need to actually learn how to do that and something told him he wouldn't have the chance unless he came up with something else. Maybe... that could work...

"Yes... um... well." He still stammering but getting some words out at least. "W-what about... some foreplay first? I-it... seems a bit sudden, you know?"

[User]
Fifi's head reclined as she felt pressure where she wanted it most, her scorching inner heat sealing around the tip of his cock when she suddenly froze, eyes flashing open as her head snapped back to attention, searching him with a curious gaze. Her hips would not sink lower, his voice had commanded her to stop and thus, she could not disobey her Master.

"Four-play?" she asked deviously, her thick thighs holding her in place without so much as a tremor. Her arousal rolled down his shaft but her hips remained in place. She licked her lips in wicked excitement. "I thought you said it was just you. Where are the other two?"

[Assistant] One could not begin to describe the terror and relief when it looked like she may take the bait. He had been close to having a heart attack as she lowered herself down there and made it clear exactly what she intended to do, and thoughts of death via succubus had clouded his mind until she'd paused. "No... no, no. No one else. Foreplay... stuff you do... before sex. Y'know. Get the mood up?"

[User]
"Is math different here than in Hell? You said fourplay," Fifi's clawed index wagged between the two of them, "you, me, and two others..." Confusion played across her features, her brows scrunching over her golden eyes.

"The mood? What is that?" she balked, head drawing away as if she suddenly smelled something foul. As a succubus, a divine daughter of Hell's most carnal circle, she had no concept of affection or mortal gentility. Fifi was always ready for sex, and her bodily secretions were aphrodisiacs... how was this mortal resisting her?! She shot hot air through her nostrils like white smoke, hovering over her pleasure---and a much-needed meal.

[Assistant]
Gradually the endless terror of possible impending death via snu-snu was replaced with the urge for Reggie to roll his eyes. "No. Fore-Play. Same use as fore-dawn, before the dawn... it means before-play basically."

The terror did return a bit when it became clear she was not exactly happy, but Reggie stood his ground. "I-I mean... it is rather sudden, yeah? You just... well... popped out of a fucking book and now you want to fuck right away? No s-sense of buildup?"

[User]
"Ohhhhhhhhh," a dawning understanding lifted her chin into a slow nod. _Foreplay. Got it._ English was the earthly language she spoke with the greatest fluidity, but was still not great at spelling, and therefore found his example to be helpful.

Indignation rippled through her spine and she tried to sink lower onto his cock but was unable to, held in place by hellish magic that refused to allow her the option of disobeying her Master, even as he acted as if she were something vile. Something oddly insecure and defensive sparked in her and she barked back at him.

"I am a succubus!" her black brows slanted angrily. "How do you expect me to survive the mortal plane without sustenance?!"