I Dream of Succubi

A couple of days had passed since Flash Sentry started to mull over a monumental decision; to become an Incubus might mean abandoning all he is. Would it make him controlling, even cruel? Such thoughts replayed in his head while he showered, water running down his chiseled body and steam clouding around him, a soothing balm to all his recent troubles.

Ever since that meeting in the dream Sunset and Twilight had kept their distance to an extent, until he wondered if they were avoiding him? Perhaps it had something to do with Cadance, who they appeared to defer to. Deciding not to overthink it, he turned off the nob and toweled himself down, prepping himself for a fresh day at school.

Within the hour he'd dressed, eaten breakfast, then after some light exercise headed out, more refreshed than he'd been in quite sometime. He breathed in fresh air with a contented sigh, stretching before he set out in a brisk jog.

Soon he arrived, hands in his jean pockets, and spotted Twilight Sparkle at the school's entrance, waiting for him. “Hey.” He waved.

“Hey yourself,” she replied basking in the morning sunlight and breeze that whistled around them. “Cadance suggested we spend more time together,” she murmured linking her arm with his once he closed in. “Poor Sunset will have to wait her turn. I have the first day.” She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, and her forced a grin.

Heading inside, he walked her to her first class. “Well, this is it. See you around?”

“Sure. We'll meet up between classes!” With a quick peck on his cheek, she ducked inside. This time his lips formed a genuine smirk, and the bell sounded. “Crap,” he muttered and hurried down the halls that were now overflowing with students.

The first class seemed to stretch on forever. He watched the clock, thankful that at least now he wasn't half-asleep. However that was almost a mercy compared to the boredom that now threatened to overwhelm him, leaning on his arm for support.

He used to spend much of his time worrying about his grades, but they seemed unimportant now. Especially if he planned to leave all this behind. He chewed on his pencil, ruminating on what that would mean; would he even be himself anymore?

For all he knew as an Incubi he'd be little more than their pet, yet somehow, that didn't sound so bad?

After they were let out he immediately found Twilight hovering outside the door. “Come with me,” she said taking his arm again. “There's so much I want to tell you about Succubi.” Thankfully with all the chatter around them they were drowned out to anyone else, and she freely continued. “You'll share similar benefits if you become an Incubus...and the downsides.”

“Knew there had to be a catch.” He strolled next to her, allowed her to lead.

“Well, I don't think they're that big a deal, but I want you to know what you're getting into. I'm sure you've figured some of it out? Think of it like having super powers! Enhanced strength, speed, stamina, senses, not to mention libido! That can be a problem too, of course...but if you become like us, we'll be perfectly matched.” She pressed her breasts against him.

He gulped, soaking in her body heat, and the softness of her chest. His eyes met hers through her glasses, unable to deny how cute she was. Different than Sunset, but no less desirable in his mind. “Twilight, I-”

"Shush." She pressed her index finger over his lips, took his hand, guided it; his palm trailed up her thigh, came to rest beneath her skirt on a bare bottom, which he kneaded. "As I was saying, Incubi can also induce lust in females. They would end up addicted to your presence, beg to be bred by you." Her perky nipples poked at his chest.

He stiffened until he ached, member straining against his underwear, fantasizing about taking her here in front of everyone.

"You won't age either, can choose whether or not you wish to impregnate someone..." His mind drifted, lulled into a stupor by sheer lust, while his hand rubbed her pert asscheek in circles, felt a wet patch on her inner thigh. She tittered, nibbled on his ear.

Another bell's clatter forced them apart. They both cursed, the moment broken, and headed off in their own directions.

Most of his next class was spent ruminating about all they offered. Not to mention fantasizing, as she'd kickstarted the cycle all over again, left him grumbling with a raging hard on that he couldn't take care of.

After school they met up again, the hallways still filled with students and staff milling about. “There's something else you should know,” she said. “Our eyes allow us to see the truth of things. Like how many people here are also creatures in disguise!”

“Really?” He questioned if she was exaggerating for dramatic effect. “Uh, how many are we talking?”

She laughed. “Maybe it would be better to show you?” She waved a hand over his eyes, cast a subtle spell with a twinkle to temporarily alter them. His gaze refocused, and when he looked about, he noticed a bevy of supernatural entities; some whom he recognized from mythology. “Huh, is that a minotaur? And that one looks like a griffin-”

“Indeed! Try not to stare, though; I'd rather not let on I can see through them.” A whole menagerie blended in with the mobs, outnumbered but in much higher droves than he ever would have anticipated.

He imagined they had infiltrated society at all levels, and hoped they were benevolent; at least the ones he'd encountered so far appeared peaceful enough.

The janitor, Discord, was the oddest of all; a mismatch of various creatures haphazardly forced into a single entity. There was also a sphinx, a few dragons, a trio of sirens...

He wasn't certain whether to be relieved or disappointed that his inner circle all appeared to be normal humans. He'd always believed there was more to Lyra and BonBon, but apparently they were just eccentric? Yet another look at Sandalwood and Tree Hugger made him pause; their skin had a mild shimmery, tree trunk-like texture.

“Neat.” With another flourish of her hand his vision returned to normal, and he took a moment to readjust, his sigjt momentarily blurred. “Mind if I walk you home?”

“Silly. You expect us to live mundane lives like you?” She prodded him with a nudge into his stomach.

“Guess not,” he replied, deflated. “See you tomorrow-”

“Relax. I'm teasing. Here, this way.” She pointed down a street that cut into a quiet neighborhood.

Sinking against him, he basked anew in her warmth and softness, the scent of her perfume, the silkiness of her hair. He never would have anticipated that under such an innocent guise a lustful she-devil lurked.

Taking a leisurely stroll down the sidewalks, they soaked in the suburban scenery where children played, a reminder of the life he might have to partially leave behind if he accepted the deal.

But did he really want normalcy, anyhow? A job, kids, retirement? All the things he'd been told from an early age he was supposed to want, that enabled society to function.

What these creatures offered instead was adventure; the unknown. Would he be a fool not to take the chance?