Day 6

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*CLICK

When the truth is found
To be lies
And all the joy
Within you dies

Don't you want somebody to love...

*Click

"I found someone to love, and I must insist you do not disturb his sleep miss singing lady in a box." Sherry thought.

Sherry looked sideways at Michael's still sleeping face, and smiled. She was relieved that the alarm hadn't woken him. Her soft hands gently brushed his brown hair to the side, and then she propped her chin up as she stared lovingly at him.

"I couldn't have asked for a better mate. He's so adorable sleeping, with such an innocent expression. Not harsh and brutish like the men back home." Sherry thought.

Sherry leaned forward and lightly pecked Michael's nose with her lips. Her horn accidentally caught the pillow, but she gently pried it loose and pulled away.

"He's such a softie. I just want to eat him up~." Sherry thought.

Just then Sherry noticed her tail had firmly wrapped around Michael's leg.

"Now now, behave Mrs. Tail! I can't have you waking him up, even if I do love him." Sherry admonished.

Sherry's tail reluctantly uncoiled from his leg like a chastised child. She gently repositioned Michael's leg the way had been, and tucked the blanket around it. Her hands felt along his flanks as she tucked him in tightly with the blanket. Even though her higher than normal body temperature protected her from the cold, she knew that Michael would be affected by that chilly desert morning.

"There. All tucked in safe and warm." Sherry thought, smiling.

Sherry stole one last gentle kiss and walked out of the bedroom.

She checked up on Michael often as the early morning wore on. After taking a bath, she came in and checked on Michael as she walked into the closet to get some clean clothes. She nervously skirted around the AK leaning against the wall and grabbed a cute little polka dot dress from her half of the closet. As she stood there, she glanced at the AK and pondered.

"I wonder what that thing would do to a soldier beetle carapace." Sherry thought randomly.

She then walked out and pulled the dress on while obsessively checking Michael once more. Eventually she found herself out in the living room looking for something to do while she waited for Michael to wake up. Her red eyes fell on his messy desk, and she sighed.

"Sweetie may be my special someone, but he's still a man. I have yet to meet a man who has any sense of cleanliness, or at least to my standards. Perhaps I can tidy up some while I prepare his breakfast." Sherry thought.

It was so that Sherry found herself lightly floating around, cleaning and straightening up as quietly as she could so she wouldn't disturb Michael. Not that there was much to clean, because she had already obsessively cleaned the apartment several times already. At the same time, she prepared a large breakfast and some coffee to go with it. Making coffee was easily her least favorite part of the morning routine.

"This thing... makes me nervous just to be near." Sherry thought.

Sherry filled the electric coffee grinder and held it away from her body as far as she could and pressed the button, flinching when the spinning blades instantly started whirring. Once several quick seconds passed, she dumped the grounds into the coffee pot and hastily put the grinder away with a shudder.

"Food's cooking, coffee brewing, home cleaned... what else is there to..." Sherry thought.

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Sherry twirled her head around and stared towards the front door intently, her hand falling to her hip and her senses at full alert. Something had tripped her early warning ward at the front door.

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*Knockknock

Sherry brushed her hand against the invisible sword attached to her waist. Several spells of detection later, and she determined the visitor was merely a harmless monster girl. The door creaked open magically, and the visitor peaked her head in. A succubus stood on the other side. Sherry greeted the visitor with a smile and a kind but in-charge voice.

"You wish to speak to me?" Sherry asked, walking to the door.

"Yes my mistress. I'm here to give you the status update you requested." The succubus messenger said.

"Speak." Sherry said.

"Demonic energy has now covered half of town. The mayor has declared a state of emergency and called for the army national guard as well as the EPA. The news is now reporting it as a major chemical spill, but they still say we inma are suffering from mass hysteria." The succubus messenger recounted.

Sherry scoffed, shaking her head.

"How are you girls faring?" Sherry asked.

"We're concerned the cops or army are going to arrest us and take us away from our husbands. Is there anything you can do to help us?" The succubus messenger asked.

"Yes. I prepared this for you. Have your scribes copy it and distribute it to as many fellow mamono as you can." Sherry instructed.

She handed the messenger a piece of paper with strange runes on it, followed by english language instructions.

"What is it?" The succubus messenger asked.

"It is a spell which will allow us to appear human from the outside. Observe." Sherry said.

Sherry cast the spell and disguised herself as human, and then returned to succubus form. The messenger squealed in excitement.

"Use that to walk amongst the human population undetected. Be warned that it will only work for you a short while before wearing off. Hiding your true form is very draining." Sherry explained.

"Thank you mistress! The girls will be soooooo happy when they get this!" The succubus messenger exclaimed.

"Is that all?" Sherry questioned.

"No there is a couple other things. The property manager married the landlord last night. They have given you this entire apartment complex as a gift. She said that it was wrong to make a saint such as yourself have to pay rent ever again. Their only request is that they can keep living here in exchange for grounds keeping." The succubus messenger recounted.

"Tell them I accept their gift graciously, and that they need not worry. Their wish is granted." Sherry said, smiling.

"I will." The succubus messenger said.

"Now what is the other thing you wish to discuss?" Sherry asked.

"Some of the girls and I were talking about Mike." The succubus messenger said.

"My dear husband? What were you talking about?" Sherry asked, curious.

"He hates us, and he's got good reasons to. We want to make it up to him if we can. Is there anything we can do?" The succubus messenger asked.

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"Did anyone watch his movements last night as I asked?" Sherry asked.

"Yea. Several girls saw him drive his Plymouth up into the hills, but he didn't drive back out. A harpy followed him for a while, until the rain got too bad." The succubus messenger recounted.

"I retrieved him last night, and he is now resting safely in his chambers. I would like you to get a group together and retrieve his Duster." Sherry instructed.

"Right away mistress. Can I have his keys?" The succubus messenger asked nicely.

Sherry looked over to the bowl by the door that Michael kept his pocket stuff, and plucked his keys out of it. She handed them to the succubus and bade her goodbye. Sherry closed and locked the door, and sank into Michael's favorite chair with a sigh.

"Half the city. If only it was entirely converted into a demon realm. Then I could let sweetie be alone with the knowledge he would be safe." Sherry thought.

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"Then I would be free to leave and go spread my influence in the other cities." Sherry thought.

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Sherry's fist thumped against the arm of Michael's chair.

"Darn it sweetie! Why did you make me swear to keep the others away from you? Above all else... you must be kept safe!" Sherry thought.

Sherry wiped her black hair out of her eyes and looked around the room. Her sharp eyes eventually fell on Michael's Beretta 92 model S, sitting on his desk next to the chair. He had tossed it there and not moved it since the night before. Her hand reached out, and the tip of her finger just barely touched the cold metal of the slide. The instant she touched it, she sensed his mana. Michael had been carrying that pistol for a large chunk of his life.

"He may be gentle, but he's hardly weak. Twice he has barred this strange weapon at me, and twice I have seen that look in his eyes. And that fist... goodness! That look of determination and resolve in his eyes was the same as many warriors I have seen in my youth." Sherry thought.

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"I wonder... why do I worry? He has proven his worth by now. Must I fret so much?" Sherry thought.

Sherry's mind couldn't help but focus on Michael's fierce expression. That fighter's expression. With that focus came obsession, and with obsession came past memories bubbling to the surface.

"Not just warriors have that look though. Others too..." Sherry thought.

Sherry curled up in Michael's chair, with her knees under her chin. Her thoughts were drawn irresistibly to her past, despite all her efforts to change her train of thought. Even being in Michael's chair with the comforting scent of his mana wasn't enough to distract her. Before long, she was re living a memory of times long passed...

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*WHAM

*WHAM WHAM

*WHAAAAAM CRAAAACK

A heavy armored boot kicked down a wooden door with several heavy blows, tearing the wrought iron hinges right out of the frame. The hulking brute of a man behind the blows stood aside as another smaller armored figure darted past him. The door in question was a door to a house, and inside that house was a man holding an old rusty dagger. He pointed it towards the door, his arm trembling in fear. Standing before him was the infamous order hero... Searraigh Fontaine. She wore chainmail and armor plate, and a tunic and cape which bore the embroidered cross of the order.

"We are knights of the Holy Order! Lower your weapon heretic, and surrender yourself for judgment!" Searraigh barked.

"No! We just want to live in peace! Go away! I won't let you take me!" The man cried.

"All those who dare defy the chief god must be destroyed, but your soul can still be saved! Surrender yourself to the mercy of god!" Searraigh growled.

The man tightened his grip on the dagger. With a firm look of determination in his eyes, the man charged while holding the blade up high. Searraigh lashed out and effortlessly hacked the man's arm off, and then twirled to slash at his neck. The man fell to the ground with a thump and moved no more. Blood squirted from the severed neck and pooled all around the body.

"Too easy!" Searraigh muttered harshly.

Behind Searraigh, the town guardsmen filtered into the room and clustered around the dead man. They muttered dark words about murder, having come there to arrest instead of execute. All voices spoke similarly, except for one man who spoke louder than the rest.

"That man was corrupted! He was forced to attack by the demons!" The town guardsman reassured.

Searraigh was about to speak, when her words were interrupted by a crash and a cry of pain. She turned, but was immediately bowled over by a blur of a figure charging straight through her and the town guardsmen. She rolled and got back up, but not before half of the group was disabled by a raging mass of monster.

"It's a minotaur! Attack! Strike it down!" Searraigh ordered.

The town guardsmen balked and backed away.

"No way! I don't want to be corrupted!" A guardsman jabbered.

"Cowards! Anyone who runs will be drawn and quartered!" Searraigh hissed.

Those few guardsmen still on their feet backed away as the minotaur stared each one down with a gaze of pure hatred. Moans of pain came from those few guards who had actually tried to fight, and who failed. Her eyes finally fell on Searraigh and saw the blood stained sword.

"You! I can smell it... you're the one who murdered my husband!" The minotaur bellowed.

"Husband? He was nothing more than a toy for you to use and consume, monster! Now die and join him in hell!" Searraigh barked.

The minotaur charged, but Searraigh was ready. She skillfully slashed and stabbed until the minotaur was no longer standing, but laying on the ground next to the man's body. With her last moments, the minotaur reached out and clutched the body of the man and sobbed pitifully.

"I'll find you... my... sweetie..." The minotaur gasped.

Searraigh stepped forward and jabbed her sword into the minotaur's eye socket. Pulling the bloody blade free, she turned and faced the few guardsmen who were still standing and still frozen in place. She stepped forward with a victorious smile on her face.

"You did it! You cut down the demon!"

"You really are the best hero Fontaine! Thank you!"

"I don't know what we would have done without you!"

"HUZZAH!"

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Searraigh walked right up to the men while still wearing her smile, which faded abruptly as soon as she got within arms reach.

"Heretics!" Searraigh spat.

Her sword slashed and cut down the town guardsmen in a flurry of un-avoidable strikes. Like sheep to the slaughter they fell before her relentless blade and slumped to the ground to join the monster and her captive in death. Those guardsmen who had survived but had been wounded by the minotaur's charge watched in shock. Searraigh spared them.

"Now that there are no more heretics, I can resume my holy mission. Be warned... do not make the same mistake as these cowards, or you shall join them." Searraigh warned, pointing her sword.

She bent down and wiped her blade clean on one of her former allies.

"My god." A town guard murmured.

*SCHWIP

Searraigh's blade was at his throat in an instant. He gulped as he felt the blade press right on the part of the throat below the beard line.

"God is glorious. Thou shalt not take the name of the lord thy god in vain!" Searraigh warned.

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Searraigh straightened and walked regally out of the house and past the kicked in door, her holy sword clinking into its sheath with a metallic clack...

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Sherry remained curled up tightly in Michael's chair as her mind flashed back to those gruesome moments. Tears were in her eyes, and deep regret filled her very soul.

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"That was it. That was my last skirmish before I attempted to take back Lescatie in the name of the chief god. Attempted... and was stopped by Druella." Sherry thought.

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"Those eyes, were the same as sweetie's eyes. Oh... oh please... let me have the strength to protect him! Please mistress Druella and Maoyu Lilith, don't let my crimes return and harm him!" Sherry thought.

Sherry suddenly straightened and hopped out of the chair. She ran to the bedroom door and looked inside, casting her devilish red eyes on Michael's sleeping form.

"All as it should be. Sleeping peacefully and undisturbed." Sherry thought in relief.

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She looked down, and she saw that her sword was drawn and in her hand. Her lip curled in disgust, for even after becoming a succubus her very first instinct was to draw a weapon. She hated it. She hated herself for it. And most of all, she hated the order for grooming her into a killer.

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Her eyes went back to Michael. A strange never before seen glint appeared in her eye.

"It would be so easy. All I would have to do... is slit his throat." Sherry thought.

She slowly stalked up to the bed, that glint still in her eyes. Her sword remained gripped in her hand.

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*Ruffle

She slid on the bed without so much as shaking Michael a fraction of an inch. Her legs mounted him, and she held her sword at her side. Slowly the sword raised above her head, with the tip pointed down towards Michael's sleeping form.

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"Stab." Sherry thought.

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The tip of the blade just barely brushed his throat, but it was more of a harmless caress than an actual attack. Michael wasn't disturbed at all. He didn't even twitch.

"And just like that, you would be taken from me sweetie. I cannot allow you to be alone. I cannot allow you to leave my side, ever, even if this becomes a demon realm." Sherry thought.

Slowly her sword arm lowered, and she brought the pommel to her breast. Had she been wearing armor like a knight, it would have made a clang sound. She held the sword there, in the knight's oath swearing pose.

"I shall protect you." Sherry thought.

She brought the sword down and laid it against his chest.

"I am not much of a woman, but I am a weapon. And I vow to be your weapon, and your shield forevermore." Sherry thought.

zzzZZZzzz

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*SHINK

Sherry's eyes darted to Michael's face when she sheathed her sword a little louder than she had intended. He still was undisturbed. Her now free sword hand softly laid on his forehead and her eyes flickered shut. Her head shook in disappointment.

"Not enough. He still doesn't have enough of my mana to turn into an incubus. We need to make love a lot more to get that far." Sherry thought.

Sherry leaned down and inspected Michael closely, fussing over him as she often did. Michael was shivering almost imperceptibly. The second she sensed it, she crawled under the blanket and stuck her smoldering hot succubus body against his to warm him.

"I'm a good wife right? I take good care of you, even more than some other monsters. I'm not a bad person... right? Am I actually a weapon?" Sherry thought.

Sherry squeezed her warm body tighter against him. Michael's shivering faded and was replaced with flushed rosy cheeks.

"Sheesh what a sleepy head. He doesn't even awaken after all this. I wonder..." Sherry thought.

Sherry leaned towards him and planted her lips on his. Her tongue dug past his lips and through his teeth, seeking out the sweet taste of his mana hidden away in his mouth.

"Pwah... so sweet... muah... want more..." Sherry kissed frantically.

Her hand felt around under the blanket until she found his member, and she expertly played with it until it stood at full mast.

"Surely this will make him awaken." Sherry thought.

She expertly shifted around under the blanket, positioned herself perfectly, and impaled herself on him without a second of hesitation.

"Ahh~! He's... filling me... so muuuuch~! I love sex and I love sweetie~!" Sherry thought.

Sherry began rocking back and forth so that Michael's thing would rub all her sensitive spots just right. She began to climax almost instantly.

"Do you see me now mistress Druella? Do you see how lewd I have become? I am no longer the same Searraigh Fontaine! The murderer is dead and Sherry the lover has taken her place! I'm not a weapon! I'm a woman!" Sherry thought frantically.

Her pace quickened, and before long Michael spewed a load right into her womb. She knew he was about ready, and timed it just right so his member would be as deep in her as possible. When she felt his hot spunk enter her body, Sherry sighed happily and gently stroked her lower belly.

"Ovulate. Please ovulate. I want to crystallize our love with a baby. He gives me so much, I want to show him how much I love him!" Sherry thought.

Sherry sighed and looked back towards Michael, who was still sound asleep even after being roughly fucked by a wildly horny succubus.

"Fufu, just like the horror stories told about the succubii. Raping men in their sleep and stealing their spirit energy without them ever knowing. Ah well, at least he is a small step closer to becoming an incubus now." Sherry thought.

Sherry leaned down and used her tongue to clean up any trace of what had just happened, including the remains of his semen that had escaped capture from her pussy. She didn't waste a single drop.

"Thank you for the snack sweetie. It was delicious." Sherry whispered.

*ZZZzzzZZZzzz

"I'll take that as a 'you're welcome'." Sherry whispered, smiling.

Sherry tucked Michael back in and quietly slid off the bed. Straightening her dress, she walked out back towards the kitchen so she could prepare an extra large breakfast for her sweetie.

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In the darkness of the bedroom, after Sherry walked out, there was a small movement on the bed.

*click

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Michael cracked an eye open, surveying the room. From under the pillow, where his hand was resting, he produced a small pocket pistol. The clicking sound... a sound so quiet that practically nobody could have heard... was the safety flicking to safe.

"Fracking psycho. I swear, you're bucking for a section eight." Michael thought.

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"Should I do something about all that with the sword, or should I let it go?" Michael thought.

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"Frack it." Michael thought.

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He rolled over and went back to bed, his pistol once again tucked out of sight.

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~Later~

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Michael woke up around an hour later, to the pleasant sound of Sherry softly humming in the kitchen and making chopping sounds with a chef's knife. Slowly, ever so carefully, he got up and quietly gathered up his haphazardly scattered clothes.

"I wonder if those ears of hers have already heard me get up or not..." Michael thought.

"Sweetie? You stay in bed and I'll bring your breakfast there! Don't get up now... alright?" Sherry called.

"Okay! Guess that answers that." Michael called, then murmured.

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Michael laid on the bed and waited for Sherry to come in or to say something else, but she continued shuffling around in the kitchen. A sinister smile formed on Michael's lips as he waited, bored and impatient.

"Well she said not to get out of bed, right? I guess I have to send a MALP if I want to see her." Michael thought, grinning mischievously.

Michael slipped out of bed once more and tip toed into the closet, where he snatched up a silver storage case that was covered in colorful stickers. Darting back to the bed, he grabbed the mail packages which had been forgotten from the previous day. He wanted one particular small package.

"She's going to flip her lid when she sees this." Michael thought, chuckling.

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~Meanwhile~

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Sherry was quickly serving up a breakfast for Michael, when she heard a quiet chuckle come from the bedroom.

"What's he up to now?" Sherry wondered.

Before she could put down her tools of the trade, she heard a strange buzzing sound approaching. To her it sounded just like a Mosquito Vamp or Beelzebub.

"What in the name of the Maoyu... EEP!" Sherry squeaked.

The strange buzzing object rounded the corner and hovered just in front of her. It was a cute little ducted quad copter about half the size of a CD, with little twinkling LEDs attached to the ducts.

"Aww... so cute!" Sherry cooed.

She smiled and reached for it, and it immediately retreated away from her.

"Oh no you don't!" Sherry cried playfully.

The tiny quad copter turned and darted away into the living room with Sherry in hot pursuit. She tried everything to catch it, but it always outran or outmaneuvered her. It flew under chairs and through tiny gaps behind and below furniture to escape it's pursuer, but Sherry was enjoying herself too much to give up.

"Come back here you little pest!" Sherry laughed.

*Niiiiiiirrrroooooowww

The little quad dove right between her legs, just barely avoiding getting caught on her skirt. She let out a cute squeal as the breeze of the propellers blew across the inside of her legs.

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With a victorious cry, Sherry snatched the quad copter out of the air as it tried to dart past her head. She pinched it gingerly and clutched it to her breast as the motors finally spun down.

"Oh no! A giant succubus caught me! I'm going to be eeeeaaaaattttteeeennnnn!" Michael cried humorously from the other room.

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Sherry quickly walked into the bedroom while still clutching the little copter. She nearly skidded to a stop when she saw Michael wearing a strange looking pair of goggles over his eyes.

"What is this thing?" Sherry asked, sitting on the bed.

"It's called a tiny whoop. Pretty neat huh? It's got a little first person view camera in it." Michael said.

Sherry leaned forward and lightly tapped her nail on the goggles Michael was wearing.

"I meant those. Why don't you take them off?" Sherry said.

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Michael chuckled, forming a devilish smile under the goggles.

"Hmm, I'll pass. I've got a pretty good view." Michael said, smiling devilishly.

"Pretty good view? There's no way you can see anything at all with that thing over your eyes." Sherry said, puzzled.

"Actually I can see everything the tiny whoop can see, and it's got a good view of your tits." Michael said, chuckling evilly.

Sherry held up the tiny whoop and looked at it in fascination.

"Wrong way. Turn me around. Yeah~ that's it~ there we go. See that little round thing with glass on it? That's what allows me to see." Michael said.

"A magic eye! Amazing! How well can you see out of it?" Sherry asked excitedly.

"Well enough to know you aren't wearing panties." Michael quipped.

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"Tehe... because the demonic energy kept tickling me too much. It was making me unbelievably horny." Sherry explained, giggling.

Michael chuckled and pulled his first person view goggles off so he could show them to her. She gasped in amazement.

"Put them on and I'll fly the copter around for you. Here just pull these straps over your head like so... don't snag on your horns... and there you go! Can you see ok?" Michael asked.

Sherry nodded.

"Alright then here we go." Michael said.

Sherry held the tiny whoop on her open palm. Michael gave it a bit of throttle and it fluttered lightly out of her palm and into the open air. Sherry squealed in excitement as Michael flew around the room.

"It's wonderful!" Sherry exclaimed.

"It feels like you ARE the whoop, doesn't it." Michael commented.

"Indeed!" Sherry agreed.

Michael flew the whoop facing Sherry, and she squeaked.

"I'm looking at myself! That's so strange!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Hold your hand out." Michael instructed.

Sherry held her hand out palm upward, and Michael lightly landed the whoop right back where it had launched from. She pulled the goggles, and she had a huge smile on her face.

"Sneaky sweetie, going on an adventure out in the living room. I told you to stay in bed." Sherry joked.

"Well... I DID stay in bed." Michael countered, smiling.

"Pest..." Sherry muttered, smiling.

*Smooch

Sherry leaned forward and planted a wet kiss right on his lips.

"Did you sleep well my love?" Sherry asked.

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"Sure." Michael said simply.

Sherry raised her eyebrow at his simple answer, and his hesitation.

"I even had a really nice dream." Michael added.

Sherry's eyes lit up.

"Oh? Pray tell." Sherry said, smiling.

Michael formed a happy smile as he thought back.

"I don't remember much. You and I were having a glass of wine, and I think we were somewhere nice. I just remember it being really pretty, and romantic." Michael recounted.

*Smooch

Sherry kissed him again.

"All that matters is you were happy. Perhaps you'll have that dream again someday." Sherry said, winking.

Sherry glanced over and saw the packages from the previous day were opened up and scattered all over the floor next to the bed.

"Got this in the post did you?" Sherry asked, holding the whoop.

"No I already had it, I just needed new props. That's these things here. It took mankind a hundred years of flying but we managed to perfect the art of propeller design." Michael explained.

"Now don't go fibbing to me sweetie. Humans have neither wings nor magic strong enough for useful flight." Sherry chastised.

"Really? Even after I just showed you the tiny whoop?" Michael asked.

"This little bauble is certainly neat, but it is a far cry from carrying a person. You need wings for that, or levitation magic." Sherry said.

To emphasize her point, Sherry fluttered her wings several times and buffeted Michael with gusts of wind.

"Even these do not fly very well. I could carry you, but not for very long. Harpies and dragons are far better at flying than I am." Sherry said.

Michael reached out and gently brushed his fingers against Sherry's leathery velvet wings. They were incredibly soft to the touch and very warm, but not as warm as other parts of her body.

"Oooohhh... you're stroking me so gently..." Sherry hummed.

"Your wings are really soft." Michael marveled.

Sherry shuddered, made a whimpering sound, and gently but firmly pulled his hand away from her wing.

"Stop sweetie, or I'm going to get wet." Sherry fretted.

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"Forget what I said just now. Touch me sweetie. Please touch me. Touch me! Just a little touch!" Sherry pleaded.

"Okay, I can do that. Where would you like me to touch you?" Michael asked.

"Hmm... anywhere. Just touch me." Sherry hummed sensually.

Michael smiled at her indecision, and gently brushed his hand against her cheek. She tilted her head, pushing against his hand. His fingers gently went up her cheek, where he brushed her beautiful raven hair back over her pointy ear.

"Ooooohhh~" Sherry moaned softly.

"Does that feel good?" Michael asked.

"Ooooooh yes... yes...YES!" Sherry cried.

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"I think I just came a little... from you touching me." Sherry hummed.

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"Gees, it looked painful when I stopped touching you. Does it hurt now?" Michael asked.

"No sweetie. I feel a wonderful tingling surging through my body. It's... utterly addicting." Sherry hummed.

"I knew succubii were sensitive, but this is ridiculous." Michael exclaimed.

Sherry giggled and leaned forward for a kiss.

*Smooch

As their lips parted, she exhaled a sweet sigh.

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"I'll bring your breakfast. Stay here and make yourself comfortable, and I shall return shortly." Sherry said happily.

"Breakfast in bed again? Are we going to do this every morning?" Michael asked.

"Yes." Sherry said bluntly.

Sherry walked out before Michael could come up with a retort, and walked back to the kitchen with a happy smile on her face.

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~A Few Minutes Later~

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She finished dishing up the food, and laid it out on a tray with a decorative twist. Her hands fluttered around the tray and obsessively rearranged things.

"Sweetie deserves nice things." Sherry thought.

Once she was satisfied with how it looked, she carried it into the bedroom and laid it over Michael's lap with a flourish. His eyes lit up at first sight of just how much work she had put into it.

"Please eat until your heart's content. I hope you enjoy, it's all made with love." Sherry said happily.

"Taiyaki? Whoa! I never thought I would get a chance to try it. You're awesome!" Michael said.

Michael held up one of the fish shaped cakes and marveled at it.

"Where in the world did you find the fish shaped iron?" Michael asked.

"That's a secret. Now, I can make them for you any time you wish." Sherry said, winking.

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"What of the rest?" Sherry asked sweetly.

"It looks great. Rice with chopped beef and ginger, eggs and chorizo, pancakes, maple bacon, biscuits with gravy, and even hot carrots! I see you dug into my recipe scrapbook again. Lot of stuff from all over the world right her on my plate." Michael observed.

"I wanted to ensure you got as much variety as possible, so I could learn what you like and don't like." Sherry said.

"You're not going to learn much here." Michael said.

Sherry tilted her head to the side.

"Oh?" Sherry questioned.

"Because I like all of it." Michael said, smiling.

Michael happily dug in while Sherry silently watched. Occasionally she would grab a fork and feed him something, but for the most part she was happy to silently but unceasingly watch him eat. Every little move he made, every little twitch, was carefully scrutinized and filed away in her succubus brain. Of course Michael was a little unnerved at first with her unblinking devilish eyes. But he eventually decided that she was just being Sherry, had no harmful intentions, and that he should let it go.

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The staring was something he was used to, but he wasn't used to feeling her hand gently stroking his flank over and over while he ate. He was used to being touched, but that morning found Sherry touching him far more than usual. She was even going at him with both hands. Her soft fingers felt softer than silk as they smoothly glided over his body. She traced up and down his arm, before gently stroking her fingers across his torso and cheeks. Then she did it again, seemingly obsessed with his skin. She noticed him stop eating to watch her.

"Is your food not to your liking?" Sherry asked.

"The food is great, but, what are you doing? It feels weird." Michael asked.

Sherry simply batted her eyelashes at him, and smiled sweetly.

"I'm not doing anything sweetie. I'm just watching you eat breakfast." Sherry cooed.

"Hmmp, whatever. I guess you're not hurting anything. And I guess it's nice to be wanted." Michael said, shrugging.

Sherry leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

"I want you." Sherry whispered seductively.

...

..

~Later~

.

Michael finished off the last bite of his food, and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin.

"Hmm, that was great." Michael hummed, satisfied.

Sherry seemed to snap to her senses, having been utterly focused on his body while he had been eating. She looked to his tray in shock, and saw that every crumb was gone.

"Goodness! You were hungry!" Sherry exclaimed.

She took the tray, her eyes still wide.

"Unbelievable!" Sherry exclaimed.

...

"Did I do something wrong?" Michael asked.

"Uh... I'll be right back." Sherry evaded.

She took off running, carrying the tray with her. Michael sat stunned on the bed, watching her raven hair flap behind her as if waving goodbye.

*THUD THUD

*Thud

*thudthump

...

*thudthud

*Thud

*THUD!

Sherry returned, running the whole way. Her feet thumped and thudded against the floor.

*Creak!

Sherry crawled into the bed and immediately pounced Michael, staring once more into his eyes.

"Okay, I'm starting to feel a little..." Michael started.

"What what?! Is your heart racing? Are you hot?" Sherry asked, concerned.

...

"Nervous. What's going on?" Michael finished.

"Drink this." Sherry insisted.

*Crackle WHOOSH

A glass appeared in her hand, and she offered it to him. After a moment's hesitation, he drank it.

...

..

.

"I'll be blunt. There was enough aphrodisiac in your breakfast to make a whole herd of holstaurs go wild." Sherry said bluntly.

"Dang it Sherry! Again with the drugs! Stop doing that!" Michael exclaimed.

"Why? They make you feel so much... more. And they light a fire in your blood, making you just fuck... nonstop." Sherry said seductively.

...

"And what was that you just made me drink?" Michael asked.

"The antidote. That much aphrodisiac was way too much for a human. So instead of making you feel horny, the two combined will just make you feel good." Sherry explained.

Michael scoffed and slid away from Sherry, and off the bed.

"I worked too damn hard in college to let your damn drugs fry my brain. Keep your kicks to yourself girl." Michael grumbled.

He wandered out of the room, muttering under his breath.

"...married a fracking tecata..." Michael grumbled.

He went into the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush and still mumbling to himself. Sherry simply listened.

"Fracking buchona pushing her fracking chochos..." Michael muttered.

"What are you saying sweetie?" Sherry asked, confused.

Michael ignored her, and focused on brushing his teeth. She came to the bathroom and wrapped her arms around him from behind, humming happily.

*Stroke

...

*Strokestroke

...

Sherry was once again fondling him all over. He bent forward and spat the toothpaste out in the sink.

"Seriously, what the frack are you doing?" Michael asked.

"Today is skinship day." Sherry said casually.

...

"Uh... what?" Michael coughed.

"Skinship is when someone, namely your wife or husband but could be others, touches your skin. It's meant to be..." Sherry tried to say.

"I know what skinship is! But what I want to know is why?!" Michael interrupted.

"Must I have a reason? I can make you feel good with any part of my body~" Sherry said seductively.

...

..

.

"Would now be a bad time to tell you that I suffer from a mild case of haphephobia?" Michael quipped.

...

Michael paused, marveling at his ability to pronounce something right for once.

...

"What's that?" Sherry asked.

"A fear of being touched and or having people inside my personal space." Michael explained.

Sherry giggled.

"And you thought summoning a monster girl was a good idea?" Sherry joked.

"Why yes I did. I did say..." Michael started to say.

His face flushed red for a moment, and he stammered.

...

"..it... it's a mild case." Michael gulped.

"Seems like a silly thing to suffer from though. Just another silly human social convention. I'll save you from it." Sherry said sweetly.

Michael bent over at the sink and washed his mouth out, his hands beginning to tremble. Sherry kept right on talking without noticing, and gently rubbing his shoulders.

Michael dabbed his face dry with a towel, and shuffled out of the bathroom. He made it to the hallway before his leg buckled underneath him and he slumped against the wall.

"Whoa..." Michael moaned.

*THUD

Michael dropped to the floor, clutching his chest. His heart had started racing, and his whole body felt feverishly hot.

"Hah... hah..." Michael panted.

"Finally! Unbelievable! Either you've grown used to my medicines, or your metabolism is as slow as a snail." Sherry remarked.

"What's... happening... to me?" Michael gasped.

"I already told you. It's a combination of the aphrodisiacs in your breakfast and that potion I had you drink. It should make you feel really good all over." Sherry said softly.

*Shuffle shuffle

"Hup!" Sherry grunted.

*Thump

Michael found himself landing on the couch. He moaned just from the sensation of his skin rubbing against his own clothes and the fabric of the couch, much less the sensation of Sherry grabbing him. She stood over him, her hands on her hips.

"Ha! You look like you're wrapped up in a blanket of pure joy!" Sherry noted.

"Mmmmnnnn" Michael moaned.

"Hey sweetie, you know that feeling you have shooting up your veins right now? That's what I feel when you touch me." Sherry explained.

"Stop it! Make it stop!" Michael cried sweetly.

Sherry seemed taken aback by his demand. It even made her look a little sad, with a hint of pity in her eyes. Her hand gently reached out for his cheek.

"There there sweetie, you need not be frightened. I know what it's like to feel all these things for the first time." Sherry said softly.

"No! Don't touch me! Don't... oont... oooohhh...oooooooooooo" Michael whimpered.

Her hand gently caressed his cheek, just like he had done to her earlier. She smiled at his positive reaction, and pushed forward with gentle loving caresses all over his body.

"NO!" Michael exclaimed.

...

"Aww come now, don't be like that. I just wanted to show you what it's like for me when you touch me sweetie." Sherry said softly.

...

..

"I know! I've got it! I'll cast a spell on you that makes it permanent!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on!" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry raised both hands, her fingers swirling with crimson. Michael grabbed her wrists.

"Please stop!" Michael exclaimed.

"Why? Give me one good reason~" Sherry sang.

...

"Because I'm barely handling you Sherry." Michael relented.

Sherry tilted her head. Her wrists were still being held back by Michael.

"What does that mean 'handling me' sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"Look... I get it alright? I know you're a succubus. I know you need to eat. And I'm your food. I've acknowledged that since day one." Michael said.

"And?" Sherry pressed.

"I can handle your needs on a normal day, but when you do stuff like this to me I... I really struggle you know." Michael explained.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Freely offering up your spirit energy to a monster... what a bad boy." Sherry teased.

Michael was still holding back her glowing hands full of magic. But what he didn't expect was for Sherry to bend her wrists and grab his arms.

*GASP

Michael gasped in surprise as he felt the warm glow of her magic permeate his body.

"You think about it too much sweetie. All that matters is feeling good. But don't worry, I won't break you. Just let me do all the work... kay~?" Sherry said sweetly.

"You're crazy! When you had me eat that candy a while ago..." Michael started to say.

"...this is completely different. That was intended to make your first time unforgettable. Now it's permanent, and wonderful!" Sherry interrupted.

"I don't want it! You're going to make it where I can't function day to day at all!" Michael exclaimed.

"Nonsense! You have been deprived... and I insist that you actually be able to feel things! You might as well be a blind person refusing to be able to see sweetie. It makes about as much sense." Sherry insisted.

Sherry got one of her hands loose from Michael's grasp, and twined her fingers with his. Michael froze.

"Wh...what's this? Her hand is so soft. My fingers are tingling." Michael thought.

"Can you feel it? Can you feel your senses sharpening? Don't you realize that a whole new world of sensation has opened for you?" Sherry insisted.

Her other hand jerked free, and she rubbed his neck and shoulder. Michael's head began tilting towards her hand unconsciously.

"I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me this doesn't feel good. I can tell if you're lying." Sherry said knowingly

...

"Skinship day is going to be a ~lot~ of fun~" Sherry sang.

..

.

A few minutes passed as Michael let his brain shut down for a bit. He didn't snap to attention until he felt his body undulating, and he shot a gaze downward. Sherry was giving him a titty fuck.

"Oh holy crap! Why?" Michael exclaimed.

"Why not? You're just sitting here, and your beautiful cock is right here on display before my very eyes. I can't help myself. I just want to touch it~." Sherry sang.

And without another word, she went right back to titty fucking. Michael settled back and watched.

"Mmmmm..." Michael moaned.

...

"...mmm...mmmno...no wa... wait!" Michael came to his senses.

"Still fighting it are you? Well I'll just have to crank up your sensitivity some more." Sherry said.

She planted her hands on Michael's stomach and cast a spell, even though Michael tried to peel her fingers away. The rush of sensations hit him like a mack truck.

"If you cum for me three times, I'll let you get on with your day. Deal?" Sherry asked.

...

Michael shuddered, his whole body wracked with strong pleasurable sensations.

"...eat your fill..." Michael mumbled.

Sherry's eyes flicked up to his, and she stared deeply into his intelligent brown eyes in search of something. She even stopped titty fucking him.

"What did you mean by that just now?" Sherry asked abruptly.

...

"What do you see me as? A woman, or a weapon?" Sherry asked.

"A woman of course." Michael answered instantly.

"Are you sure? Your tone tells me otherwise." Sherry observed.

...

Michael raked his eyes over her tits, which were pressed up against him and spilling out the edges. They were supple and firm, but soft at the same time. Then he drew his eyes down her flank, across her narrow waist, and to her legs. She had wide juicy hips and a perfect heart shaped butt. Then he looked back up and admired her beautiful face, with her enchanting red eyes and flawless complexion. She had the face of a woman who could steal a man's heart in an instant.

...

"You're all woman, no doubt about that." Michael said.

*Chu

Sherry's soft lips lightly pecked Michael's member, as if rewarding him for his words. Creeping forward, she pinned Michael against the couch with a hand on either side of his head.

"I want you to see me as a woman, not as some spell-throwing sword-wielding barbarian. I don't deliciously eat you up because I want to make my sword arm stronger." Sherry explained.

"But it does." Michael noted.

Sherry kissed him again, pressing her body against his a little tighter.

"I do it because I love you. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to see that I'm soft, and warm, and huggable, and kissable. I want tenderness and love, not harshness. My days as a knight are over." Sherry insisted strongly.

Sherry tangled her limbs up with his and squeezed as tight as she could against him.

"So now that you know this... if you tell me to eat you up again, I can only assume you're asking for more love. Frankly I would understand if you did." Sherry finished.

...

..

.

"I can't lie. Whatever you did feels freaking good. So... I guess... I want you to love me harder..." Michael answered.

"Wish granted. And sweetie... you make me very happy. I love you." Sherry said softly.

"I love you more." Michael answered softly.

The two of them held each other tightly in their solemn quiet moment of love. Sherry hummed as Michael gently stroked her raven black hair and tips of her horns. She in turn ruffled his hair and stroked her fingers up and down his neck.

"I've been holding back, but if you tell me you want more... I'm not going to be able to resist going all out." Sherry whispered.

"I'm surprised you're not riding me right about now." Michael observed.

"In time. Love is a long term thing, and I'm going to go start slowly. But have no worries sweetie. It's coming." Sherry reassured softly.

She smooched him on the lips, and settled her head against his shoulder.

"This is nice. In fact, I wish it wouldn't ever end. Wouldn't you know it... I like cuddling." Michael whispered.

"It doesn't have to end any time soon. We can stay here for a long time if you like." Sherry reassured.

Michael nodded and let his eyes close, and let relaxation take over. Sherry closed her eyes as well, and they simply basked the warmth of their combined bodies. Quite a bit of time passed before Michael broke the comfortable silence.

"This is all I ever wanted. For years I wanted to be able to just hold someone. I was so lonely." Michael whispered slowly.

"Mamono are social creatures too. Some of us literally die of loneliness if enough time passes." Sherry said.

"I think I know what that means." Michael said quietly.

Sherry kissed him especially forcefully, taking him by surprise. On a normal day, her kisses felt wonderful. But because of the last hour's events, it was the most intense kiss Michael had ever had. A mere kiss that nearly made him orgasm. When she pulled away, his lips were tingling fiercely.

"Don't you see? Inma and humans are meant for each other. The order tries to keep us apart, but it's clear that inma and humans fit each other like a hand in a gauntlet." Sherry said.

"Yeah, I see." Michael answered.

...

~Much Later~

...

It was so that Michael and Sherry spent a long sweet hour together quietly making out on the couch. They would have continued uninterrupted by almost any sound and distraction except for one. Michael broke contact and craned his neck when he heard a growling sound come from outside.

"You hear that?" Michael asked quietly.

"Don't ruin the moment." Sherry said in a sultry tone.

Sherry tried to resume kissing, but Michael held her back and continued listening.

...

"That sounds like..." Michael murmured.

...

"THE DUSTER!" Michael shouted.

Michael shoved Sherry off him with one strong push.

"Eep!" Sherry squeaked.

Michael was off the couch and across the room in an instant. He reached for the window and looked out and down towards the parking spots.

"Son of a BITCH!" Michael cussed.

He was moving before even Sherry's lightning quick reflexes could react, bolting into the bedroom closet to grab his riot shotgun. It was a Mossberg 590 with bayonet lug, and it was loaded.

"Sweetie wait, it's not..." Sherry tried to say.

"That bitch is stealing my car!" Michael shouted.

*SHA SHUNK

Michael pumped the 12 gauge and chambered a shell as he bolted back straight for the front door. Sherry was in hot pursuit, and caught him just as he was about to rip the door open, wards be damned. Sherry grabbed him, and pinned him to the wall next to the door.

"STOP THIS INSTANT! I FORBID YOU!" Sherry cried.

"My car! Damn it Sherry... let me go!" Michael jabbered.

"You left your car in the hills last night, remember? Do you? Nobody is stealing it!" Sherry barked.

Michael froze as an 'oh yeah!' expression crossed his face. All the tension in his muscles slackened and the shotgun fell limp at his side. Sherry's hard expression softened and she nodded.

*DING DONG

Sherry reached over and deftly opened the door while still pinning Michael to the wall. The door swung open and the person on the other side could only see Sherry with her arm oddly sticking off to one side, but Michael and his shotgun were hidden behind the door.

"Mistress, we've brought back Mike's Plymouth. It took a while to heave it out of that hole he dug, but we managed it." The demonic visitor said.

"Well done. Your efforts are appreciated." Sherry said formally.

*Jingle

"Here's his keys back. Oh and we ran it through a car wash to hose the mud off, and we filled the gas tank. Tell him if he ever needs anything to just call, and we'll be happy to help." The demonic visitor said.

"I will." Sherry said.

"And mistress... please tell him that this doesn't make us even. We still owe him, and we're going to keep owing him for a long time." The demonic visitor added.

Footsteps plodded off down the stairs and signaled that the visitor was leaving. Sherry closed and locked the door once more, and turned to Michael.

"You would have hurt her, wouldn't you?" Sherry asked darkly.

"No... the first shell is loaded with rock salt. But that's not the point! I can't believe you gave my keys to a complete fracking stranger!" Michael said angrily.

"She wouldn't have done anything bad. The girl is an inma." Sherry said.

"Oh yeah? What if you'd been wrong? You just met these people a couple days ago!" Michael argued.

"I am not wrong... she is an inma." Sherry stated flatly.

She let Michael free, and turned to leave not only the room but the argument at the same time. As far as she was concerned, she had won it. But Michael had different ideas.

"Hey! I'm not done with you yet!" Michael barked.

"Yes we are. You fool. I shant let you harm innocent inma following my orders." Sherry said bluntly.

"Yeah? Well watch me! Try giving my shit away again, and I won't be shooting fracking ROCK SALT!" Michael barked.

Sherry twirled, facing him head on. He wasn't even close to done telling her off.

"You can beat me, cuss at me, and even kill me. But nobody steals from me! If someone stole a penny from me, I would pay a thousand dollars to plaster their mug on every billboard up and down the damn freeway!" Michael growled.

"I didn't steal anything! I only asked them to bring back..." Sherry tried to say.

"I DON'T CARE!" Michael barked.

He advanced on her, and she actually began backing away under his piercing glare.

"You've got free reign around here, but there's some things I won't take! My car is one of them! Don't you ever hand my keys out again!" Michael warned.

"What would you do to me if I did it again?" Sherry asked defiantly.

"Don't fracking pretend like you don't know!" Michael hissed.

"Here it comes. He's about to blow his top." Sherry thought excitedly.

Sherry was backed against the wall with Michael right in her face, his face cold and angry. She was a good actor and was able to put on the scared look, but inside she was practically squirming in excitement. She knew her adjustments to his mind were about to kick in at any moment.

"What are you going to do? Hit me?" Sherry asked, smiling.

"I'M GOING TO BEND YOU OVER..." Michael raged.

Sherry couldn't help but shiver with excitement.

"...AND JAM MY COCK IN THAT BIG Fat mouth of yours... until... you..." Michael trailed off.

"Until I what? Choke? Oh no~, not thaaaat~!" Sherry teased.

...

"I almost feel bad making him angry, but it doesn't matter. I'll just love him extra to make up for it." Sherry thought, smiling.

...

Michael paused, his anger covered face cooling off. He wiped his damp hair, his hand shaking.

"Well?" Sherry asked.

"What... the heck was I just doing?" Michael asked, confused.

"I think you were going to jam your cock in my mouth, at least that's what you said." Sherry recounted, grinning lewdly.

"I thought I was angry, then all of a sudden I was..." Michael trailed off.

"Horny?" Sherry finished.

...

Michael didn't answer. He chose to gently let Sherry go, and quietly slink back until he settled down on the couch with his head clutched in his free hand. The shotgun hung limp at his side.

"Something's wrong with me. I don't feel right." Michael murmured.

Sherry came over and settled down on the couch next to him, and gently hugged him.

"Aww sweetie, you're alright. Nothing's wrong." Sherry cooed.

"No. Something's definitely wrong with me. Something changed. Something's wrong with my head." Michael murmured.

Sherry pulled him closer, making his large body tilt over until his head was resting in her lap. Her fingers gently ruffled and stroked his hair around his ears...

*Schlip

A tiny demonic energy tendril sank into his ear, making him shudder briefly before falling under her power.

"Shhh... that's it. Thaaaat's it. Just relax. There's nothing to worry about. You won't notice the mental changes anymore. Noticing is just getting in the way." Sherry cooed.

...

"And you won't notice your growing lust. Your anger turning into lust. Everything turning into lust. I'll give you more love than you could ever handle. Just as you asked." Sherry continued.

...

"It will go well with how sensitive and wonderful I'll make your body. You'll like the sensitivity. You'll like it when I touch you. You want me to touch you more." Sherry finished, grinning.

Sherry continued ruffling his hair and gently stroking his head as she finished making the changes to his mind, for what she hoped was the last time.

...

..

.

~Later~

...

Michael's eyes flickered as he slowly regained his senses. The first thing he noticed was Sherry's horns bobbing up and down in the lower half of his vision. The second thing he noticed was a lewd wet sound, coupled with the quiet sound of moaning.

"Sherry wha... doing...?" Michael groaned.

*POP

Sherry's mouth popped when she pulled it off his cock. He felt his lower half begin to throb longingly, seeking for her suction to return.

"Oh don't mind me sweetie, I'm just sucking your delicious dick." Sherry said cheerfully.

She smiled at him, and gently caressed his stomach with her soft fingers.

"What happened?" Michael asked.

"You dozed off a while there sweetie." Sherry answered, smiling.

"I did? Oh, well..." Michael said, uncertain.

"It's alright sweetie. There's nothing wrong with a little nap." Sherry reassured softly.

*Schlick schlick schlick...

Sherry seamlessly switched from blow job to hand job as she spoke.

"Why are you... jerking me off?" Michael asked.

"Why are you asking silly questions?" Sherry asked, matter of fact.

Michael smiled and sank back, letting the warmth of her tender care and the softness of her fingers loll him into a state of bliss. She wasn't being any easier on him with her hand than she had been with her mouth.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something... and I don't care." Michael sighed.

"Your car is back." Sherry reminded.

...

"Oh yeah." Michael murmured.

...

*GASP

"Ohhhh... how does that feel so good?" Michael moaned.

"Because I am a succubus, and you're my husband." Sherry hummed.

Sherry gently pried the shotgun out of his fingers as she continued fondling him with her other hand. He resisted at first, but she twisted her fingers in just the right way.

"AH!" Michael squeaked, shuddering.

She watched his expression change from stubborn to one full of rapture, and she was pleased. The shotgun fell out of his hand, and she slid it around out of sight next to the couch.

"You should try to break your old habits sweetie, lest you become what you hated for so long." Sherry warned.

*Schlipschlip

"Don't worry sweetie. I'll help by distracting you each time you start going down the wrong path." Sherry reassured sweetly.

Michael moaned and squirmed helplessly in her unbreakable but gentle grasp.

"Just like this. Thinking nice things instead of mean things is so much better, isn't it sweetie?" Sherry hummed.

Michael nodded, his body shuddering. He wasn't even capable of coherent thought anymore.

"And if you still insist on doing silly things even after all that, then I'll have to smother you with my titties." Sherry warned lightly.

She shifted her body and pressed Michael gently down into the couch. Not once did she let him go with her dexterous fingers. Not once did she give him a chance to recover even a little, while rubbing her soft body against his.

...

~Much Later~

...

Michael's eyes were glazed over and his breaths came in jagged shudders. Every time she touched him, he reacted violently. It was as if she was touching his raw nerves directly, and she was touching him a lot. The sensation wasn't pain, or anywhere close to pain. As expected, it was overwhelming pleasure.

*Chu

"Your sensitivity is still increasing. Excellent. I'll whip you into a fine ruler for this world some day." Sherry hummed happily.

His eyes came in focus again slightly, and he shakily turned his head towards her. He could see how much she was playing with his skin, with her lewd tongue tracing up and down his chest while she groped and massaged his flesh. Every single touch sent electrical shocks through his nerves, making it feel like he was flying out of control.

"You look confused." Sherry noted.

As she spoke, she continued toying with his body. There was no way he could resist that lewd succubus when she was having her way with him.

"I'm going to remake you into a lewd master of this world. A master befitting a demon realm that stretches to every horizon." Sherry pronounced.

...

"You'll be a demon of unstoppable might. Inma all around will bow and worship your might." Sherry added, laughing.

Her devilish words whispered in his ear seemed irrefutable. They wormed their way into his head and convinced him that she was stating fact. It had a strange effect on his mind, and he found himself nodding along with her in agreement without even thinking.

"Cum for me sweetie. Every time you pour out your spirit energy, you walk further down the path." Sherry encouraged.

"GAH!" Michael cried.

Michael blew a load all over her dainty hand, which she brought up to her mouth and tasted. She smiled devilishly.

"You must really want to rule your world from how much you just gave me." Sherry remarked, giggling.

...

"I... don't..." Michael murmured.

"You don't? Of course you do!" Sherry insisted.

Michael struggled, trying to recover from her influence. Not that she was about to let him.

"Even with what I said, you were absolutely right. Each time I feed on you, my power grows. And in turn, so does yours." Sherry continued.

...

"Every bit of your spirit will be returned twice over, and you will be corrupted and twisted until you are a demon unmatched." Sherry added.

...

"You're afraid. I see it on your face." Sherry observed.

*Smooch

"I will give you everything sweetie. I shall conquer the human world in your name. And if you have trouble handling a realm that size, I'll give you baby girls to help rule. Just like the maoyu." Sherry said.

She traced her fingers across his cheek, giggling.

"The name Michael Collins will be known by all. The inma will bow before your magnificent veiny demon cock, and the men will be jealous with their tiny pricks." Sherry said in a sultry tone.

Sherry leaned closer, continually whispering sweet words in his ears. It seemed as if her focus shifted from plans of world domination to talking about his manhood, and before long she wouldn't stop rambling about it. Michael's eyebrows furrowed as Sherry rambled on, using imaginative words to describe his dick in ways only a cock obsessed succubus could think up.

...

The just as quick as it started, it ended.

"That's it sweetie. You've cum three times. You may continue with your day." Sherry said.

"Bu...bbbbbut...wha?" Michael stammered.

"Do you like cookies? I like cookies. I'll get you one~!" Sherry blurted suddenly.

*POOF

And like that, she was gone.

...

..

.

Michael slowly recovered his senses from her lewd magical influence, and sat upright.

"I think... she might actually be insane." Michael thought.

...

"Did I just get cock worshipped? For real?" Michael thought.

Sherry came back into the room just as that thought crossed his mind. She was rolling up her sleeves and heading right towards him.

"I forgot something very important. Pardon me." Sherry said abruptly.

She cupped her hands together, held them up, and waved them both in front of Michael. Crimson magic appeared, and Michael collapsed like a paper doll.

...

..

.

~A Little While Later~

.

Michael blinked several times, looking around himself and at his own body in confusion. Then he looked at his hands, one of which was clasped around the steering wheel of the Duster. The other held a paper wrapped cookie. Sherry watched him from the passenger seat, amusement written in her eyes.

"What the... how the hell did I get here? And when did I change my clothes?" Michael blurted.

"We're going out of course. Did you forget?" Sherry said, matter of fact.

Michael blinked.

"Uhhh..." Michael said.

"Start the car sweetie." Sherry instructed.

Michael reflexively reached down and grabbed his keys, which were already in the ignition, and started the car.

...

"There were easier ways to get me in the car you know." Michael said.

"You were busy, so I took care of it." Sherry replied.

"Busy with what?" Michael asked.

"Cumming." Sherry said nonchalantly.

"...Holy crap Sherry." Michael groaned.

"You said for me to not hold back, so I'm not." Sherry said.

Michael sank into his seat, sighed, and shook his head.

"Where are we going again?" Michael asked.

Sherry leaned towards him, grinning lewdly.

"We seek one thing and one thing only. Sexy clothes for me, in order to make you fuck me more." Sherry said bluntly.

...

Sherry paused.

...

"I suppose sexy clothes for you as well... SO THAT'S ACTUALLY TWO THINGS!" Sherry blurted.

Michael chuckled.

"You're funny when you try to act all serious." Michael joked.

"Fuuuuaaa! Don't be mean sweetie!" Sherry pouted.

Michael was chuckling mischievously as he shifted the Duster in gear and pulled away from the apartment.

"Next time, let me walk down the steps on my own." Michael said.

"As I said sweetie, you were busy." Sherry replied.

Michael shot her a brief stunned glance...

...

~A Few Minutes Later~

...

Sherry casually looked out the passenger window as Michael drove down the street. She was fascinated by all the strange sights and people, and enjoyed watching them fly by. As they drove by a particular shopping mall, her head popped up off the head rest and a squeak came out of her mouth.

*THUMP THUMP THUMP

Sherry slammed her palm on the dash pad.

"I demand you stop this carriage right now! TURN AROUND!" Sherry exclaimed.

Michael calmly answered, completely contrasting her excited outburst.

"So what did you forget?" Michael asked evenly.

"Perhaps the most important thing of all! The ocarina!" Sherry exclaimed.

Michael's fingers curled around the steering wheel a little tighter than before.

"I seriously think it's a bad idea if I play the ocarina anymore. I mean... for frick's sake... last night was a mess." Michael fretted.

Michael didn't know it, but at that moment he was already driving towards the music store. He had already shifted lanes, and his blinker was on for a right turn around the block.

"Aww sweetie, are you still upset about that? I said I was sorry, and I healed your bruised hips. Don't tell me you're holding a grudge!" Sherry warbled.

...

"You pile drove me into the carpet." Michael said dryly.

*TicktockTicktock

He made the turn, and then accelerated down the back street. The shopping mall quickly passed on their right.

"I'll let you pile drive me into the carpet if that makes you feel better. But don't let that change the subject." Sherry countered.

"Hmmp." Michael grumbled.

"We've already talked about this. You have a gift, and I won't let you throw it away just because of a few minor side effects." Sherry insisted.

"Minor side effects? You've got to be shitting me." Michael argued.

*TicktockTicktock

Another right turn signal. The Duster cruised down the back street behind the shopping mall, and then turned right again.

"What man wouldn't want the ability to enchant all nearby women and make them throw themselves at him?" Sherry asked, grinning lewdly.

"That's the point! I'm not that type of guy!" Michael insisted.

"Liar." Sherry said flatly.

"Okay missy, you better start explaining." Michael said, frowning.

"I have three reasons why I believe you are that type of guy. Number one... you admitted you are a horndog." Sherry said.

"I'll give you that, but that doesn't mean anything." Michael refused.

"Two... your music was full of lustful desire. I could sense it." Sherry said.

"That is a matter of opinion." Michael rejected.

"Three... when you were attacked by the neighbors... you had a massive hard-on that was big enough to pierce the heavens and give the chief god a black eye." Sherry noted.

...

"Ah. You saw that." Michael coughed.

"YES I DID!" Sherry exclaimed cheerfully.

The Duster made the tick tock sounds of the turn signal one more time, before gliding smoothly into a parking spot. The engine fell silent, which made Michael's quiet bitching all the more apparent.

"Don't be upset sweetie. I'm a succubus and I notice these things." Sherry soothed.

Michael didn't respond.

"Sweetie?" Sherry questioned.

"You know... I notice things too." Michael said quietly.

...

"So what the frack am I noticing right now?" Michael asked.

Sherry looked out the windshield... and smiled.

"It appears to be a music store my love." Sherry said.

...

"How the frack did we get here!?" Michael blurted.

"Perhaps because I asked you to bring us here my beloved sweetie. And now that we are here, we can buy the ocarina!" Sherry said cheerfully.

"I'm telling you, I really don't want to..." Michael tried to say.

Suddenly Michael felt the car shake as Sherry moved out of her seat towards him, her slender arms wrapping loosely around his neck. Several wet kiss marks appeared on his neck and cheek.

"Please sweetie? Come into the store with me. Surely you'll do this for me?" Sherry encouraged sweetly.

*Smooch

*Grope

"C'mon sweetie. Surely you want to come with me. I love you so much. You're my sexy, handsome, beloved husband..." Sherry said seductively.

Sherry whispered sweet honeyed word in his ear, using her wiles and skilled fingers to seduce him into doing what she wanted. And she laid it on thick.

*Smooch

*Smooch

"Alright alright! Stop licking my ear!" Michael complained.

"Come inside with me sweetie. Pleaaaaaaase~!" Sherry begged.

"Why don't you just wave your magic hands and ~make~ me do what you want?" Michael retorted.

Sherry immediately pressed against him even harder, planting stronger kisses all over his face.

"That's mean sweetie. I don't want mean things. I want pleasant, happy things. Please, it would make me so happy!" Sherry whispered.

...

"I'll fuck you extra hard tonight if you do." Sherry whispered.

...

..

.

And just like that, Michael relented.

The car door closed with a thunk, and Sherry quickly hustled towards the music store. He got out and hustled after her, not wanting to let her run amok inside the store by herself.

"Hey hey hey! Slow down!" Michael cried.

Michael reached out and grabbed her hand. What was meant to be a simple thing, coaxed a sweet sounding moan out of Sherry. Her knees bent and clunked together.

"Oooh, you're grabbing my hand so hard... and in public! You're going to make me wet!" Sherry cooed.

She shivered, moaning.

"Sweetie... stop it! You can't hold a succubus's hand so... lewdly! I'm dripping!" Sherry exclaimed.

Michael noticed people staring, so he ripped his hand away wide eyed.

!

"Sherry you really are taking the Halloween thing too far!" Michael blubbered.

The expressions of disgust on all the passing people faded. He caught her arm and tugged her into the store before she could make more of a scene.

*Dingding

...

..

.

Michael and Sherry entered the music store together, losing themselves in the aisles of musical instruments and accessories. Michael glanced over a shelf and saw the crowd outside disperse. He sighed.

"Gees Sherry, you need to be careful what you say in public." Michael whispered.

"My apologies sweetie, I let my mouth run out of control." Sherry whispered.

"What would have happened if you had done that in an order controlled town? Loose lips sink ships!" Michael warned.

That caught her attention, and she perked up her ears.

"You said there was no order here! What could possibly exist here that could be evil on their level?" Sherry asked harshly.

"SHHH!" Michael hushed.

Michael held his hand up to quiet her down. Sherry held her hand over her mouth and nodded her head apologetically.

"Who?" Sherry whispered.

"Something far worse than the order." Michael said, deathly quiet.

Sherry's eyes widened.

"The man." Michael whispered almost inaudibly.

"Who's the man?" Sherry asked quietly.

...

"The powers that be." Michael whispered.

"Who's the powers that be?" Sherry asked.

"Uncle Sam and the alphabet boys." Michael said.

Sherry immediately began forming a new flurry of questions, but Michael waved her off. A store employee was approaching.

The music store employee in question was a young man who seemed to be fresh out of high school. He wore a sloppy clothes that vaguely passed as a uniform at distance, had greasy hair, and looked like he belonged to a grunge band. As the young man got close, the distinctive smell of skunk weed made Michael's nose wrinkle.

"Sweetie, I don't like..." Sherry started to say.

"Quiet." Michael growled.

...

"Wha'cha looking for?" The employee asked, bored.

Michael was about to answer, but Sherry beat him to the punch. She stepped forward, her hands on her hips and her posture as straight as an arrow. That messy teenager looked so miniscule compared to her regal posture.

"We are on a quest to acquire an artifact known as an Ocarina. Could you be convinced to part with its location? There would be gold in it for you, should you assist us!" Sherry said gallantly.

The store employee stood there and blinked a few times stupidly as Sherry held that epic adventurers pose, hands on her hips and chest puffed out proudly. Michael, who was standing slightly behind her, double face palmed.

"Um... I think I had better go ask my boss." The employee said nervously.

The employee turned and skittered off as Sherry held her finger up, preparing to continue her speech.

"Did I say something to offend him?" Sherry asked, confused.

"Oh no, not at all. You just came on a little... strong." Michael sighed.

"Of course! It's always wise to appear confident in the face of merchants and traders, lest they take you for a pushover and swindle you of your gold!" Sherry said knowingly.

...

"I of course... have no first hand knowledge of this subject." Sherry added.

"Suuuuuuure..." Michael said.

"No matter sweetie. We should search this establishment for the ocarina! Hopefully we are not too late!" Sherry said.

And with that, she was off like a shot. Michael thought about stopping her, but decided to shrug his shoulders and let her burn off some energy.

"I suppose I had better get this over with before that dude calls the cops." Michael thought.

He went directly to where the display had been the last time he was in the shop, some couple months before.

...

"I wouldn't have even known it was here if that guy at school didn't ask me for a lift. Man... the moment I saw it... I was drooling." Michael thought.

...

Michael stood in that spot for several long minutes, quietly staring at the glass case.

"Sweetie? Did you find something?" Sherry asked.

Sherry came over, her eyes drawn to the same glass case. The very case that despite containing the ocarina a couple months before, was bare of any sign of it at that moment.

"I don't see it." Sherry said.

"That's because it's gone." Michael said quietly.

...

"NOOOOOOOO!" Sherry cried, anguished.

She turned and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him.

"It cannot be! We must get the ocarina! WE MUST!" Sherry wailed.

"Alright alright! Calm down! Maybe they have it in the back! Maybe we can ask when that dude comes back!" Michael cried.

...

Sherry stopped shaking him.

"Are... you sure there's a chance?" Sherry asked meekly.

"Yeah, so why don't you look at something else until the dude gets his manager. Alright?" Michael suggested, desperate.

...

"O...okay." Sherry said sadly.

Sherry's eyes raked across the store, looking to find something interesting to divert herself. Her eyes landed on a guitar rack.

"What are those sweetie? They look like lutes." Sherry remarked.

"She walked over a few steps and gently brushed her fingers across the strings.

*TWANG

"That's a guitar. Believe it or not... I actually used to play one." Michael said.

"Used to? Why did you quit?" Sherry asked.

...

Michael's eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know. It was a long time ago... and... I was just getting out of high school..." Michael murmured.

Sherry's eyes went wide in realization.

"I... had a guitar... and it... didn't fit in my car..." Michael continued.

Sherry was waving her hands all over frantically at that point, trying to get him to stop. She didn't want him thinking about the time he had to leave home, years ago. She didn't want him recalling that bad memory that she had went to so much trouble to bury.

"Never mind! It's not important!" Sherry exclaimed frantically.

"Sure. Anyways, I used to play the guitar." Michael said, shrugging.

Sherry was silent for several long moments, her intelligent eyes switching between Michael and the guitar.

"Sweetie, would you indulge me for a moment?" Sherry asked.

"What's up?" Michael asked.

"Is it against the rules for you to play one of these guitars?" Sherry asked.

"No. Those are display models. People pluck on them all the time." Michael said.

She pulled one of the guitars from the display and offered it to him.

"Then play for me sweetie. I wish to know if your power is limited to just ocarinas." Sherry said.

...

Michael slowly took the guitar.

"To tell you the truth... I want to know too." Michael said quietly.

So Michael sat down on a nearby bench seat with the guitar in his lap. His fingers plucked the strings experimentally, and an imperceptible shiver went up Sherry's spine.

"It's there. I can feel it." Sherry thought.

Michael began to play. His guitar melody certainly not perfect. He hadn't played in a very long time, having been forced to leave his guitar behind when he was kicked out of his family home. Something that he couldn't remember very well, thanks to Sherry. That guitar, along with everything else he couldn't fit in the car, was likely at the bottom of some landfill somewhere. The whole reason why he had learned to play the ocarina was because of how small and compact it was, as well as its versatility. But Michael's old knowledge of guitar plucking quickly came back, and he began to gently sing.

~Please lock me away
And don't allow the day
Here inside, where I hide
With my loneliness~

Sherry didn't recognize the melody. It was a foreign song to her, but she enjoyed Michael's wonderful voice. It was sad lyrics, but Michael's voice gave it so much emotion. She didn't react especially strongly until she heard the very next words to come out of his mouth.

~I don't care what they say
I won't stay in a world without love~

Sherry jerked, her eyes going wide once more. Those were the very same words that Michael had sung the day before, in his futuristic nightmare.

~Birds sing out of tune
And rainclouds hide the moon~

Sherry raised her hand, a protest on her lips. His eyes flicked up to her, but he kept singing. It was as if he was speaking to her, and he wasn't going to stop.

~I'm okay, here I'll stay
With my loneliness
I don't care what they say
I won't stay in a world without love~

Sherry reached for the guitar, intent to rip it out of his hands. She didn't care what she had to do, just to make him shut up... to stop singing. To forget those words. Her hand even began to channel the magic needed to create tentacles to penetrate his mind and wipe that accursed song away forever.

"The changes didn't stick! I must wipe away everything that gets in the way of his happiness! Forever!" Sherry thought.

~So I wait, and in a while
I will see my true love smile
She may come, I know not when
When she does, I'll know~

Sherry froze.

~So baby, until then
Lock me away
And don't allow the day
Here inside, where I hide
With my loneliness~

Sherry's hands fell away. The magic fringing her fingers retreated.

~I don't care what they say
I won't stay in a world without love~

...

..

.

Michael finished the song, letting his fingers rest against the polished surface of the guitar. Sherry stood silent, her face without smile or scowl. She was simply stunned.

"Well? Did it do anything?" Michael asked.

...

"What made you sing that song?" Sherry asked evenly.

"I dunno. It's been stuck in my head all day since I woke up. I suppose... it means I don't want to live in a mean world either. I like happy things too." Michael said, shrugging.

Sherry sighed in relief deep inside. Michael had not relapsed into his old jadedness. She smiled as he gently placed the guitar back on the display.

"It was there sweetie. Your power." Sherry said.

Michael shot her a look, then slowly slumped.

"Damn. I had hoped... that I could play something without some weird shit happening." Michael said, dejected.

"It was not as powerful. It's clear you are not as good with the guitar as you are with the ocarina. But it was irrefutable." Sherry explained.

"So that's why you're not jumping me." Michael noted.

...

"It was also in your voice sweetie." Sherry added.

Michael grunted like he was gut punched. Even his voice was dangerous. For a moment, Michael cussed that magic coin out for giving him such a curse.

"So I can't even sing. Damn it..." Michael thought.

"I was prepared, so I was able to resist it. But had I not been standing directly in front of you, and had I not been ready, I would have been drawn to you like a male is drawn to a siren." Sherry said.

Michael hung his head, and let out a long pained sigh.

"Sherry, let's just go. We shouldn't be here." Michael said quietly.

"Nonsense! We must purchase the ocarina first! I will not allow this day to end without an ocarina firmly in my grasp!" Sherry insisted.

Just then, Sherry patted his shoulder firmly. Her voice became quiet.

"Here they come." Sherry whispered.

Michael raised his head just in time to see the store manager and the young pimple faced clerk appear around an aisle. Not that Michael needed to see the employee coming, he could smell him first well before he got within sight. The manager was a tall lanky man with just the beginnings of grey appearing in his hair. It seemed as if he was in his forties. Unlike his employee, he was clean and fresh with a close shave and good hygiene. Although Sherry's sensitive nose didn't like how heavily the manager laid on the aftershave.

...

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I was on the phone. So... how can I help you?" The manager asked politely.

Sherry was about to enter hard core horse-trader mode again, but Michael immediately planted a hand on her shoulder and scooted her out of the way.

"I came in here a month or so ago, and you had an ocarina over there on display. Do you still have it?" Michael asked.

"Ohh! Yep I've still got it. Nobody was interested, so I had to take it down off display to make room for a new line of recorders. I'll go get it." The manager said.

...

~A Few Minutes Later~

...

Michael leaned against the counter at the front of the store as the manager reappeared and produced a small cardboard box. From within the box, the manager withdrew another smaller box.

"Here it is. It's sure a beauty isn't it?" The manager remarked.

Sherry stared wide eyed over Michael's shoulder as the box was opened and the ocarina was shown for the first time. It seemed to glisten in the afternoon sunlight, with its emerald green glaze shining like a jewel. The box itself was lined in black velvet, protecting and displaying the ocarina at the same time. Each finger hole was rimmed with white, showing that the ocarina was expertly hand made from ceramic. Its sweet potato shape ended with a long stem out the side, which was proudly embossed with the brand name of Spencer.

"Do you actually know how to play this?" The manager asked.

Michael nodded.

"Wow. I've never met an ocarina player before. What made you learn?" The manager asked.

"The same thing that made every other ocarina player learn. Legend of Zelda." Michael said, grinning.

"Nah! I didn't think anyone your age has ever played Ocarina of Time." The manager exclaimed.

The young clerk shook his head in confusion.

"Like this kid." The manager growled, jacking his thumb over his shoulder.

"What's an ocarina of time?" Sherry asked.

The manager leaned forward on the display case, a mischievous grin on his face.

"It's the most powerful ocarina in the land of Hyrule. If certain notes are played on it, then the wielder can control the weather, change day to night, teleport around, and even... travel through time." The manager joked.

Sherry recoiled, shocked. She began to turn on Michael, preparing to demand answers about this incredible power he had never mentioned. But he anticipated her reaction, and quickly whispered in her ear.

"It's fiction. Don't make a scene." Michael mouthed.

...

Sherry relaxed as Michael turned back to the manager.

"How much?" Michael asked.

"Well... since it's a display model... and not technically new anymore..." The manager began.

He rubbed his chin.

"How about... one benji even." The manager finished.

Sherry looked around in confusion at both Michael and the manager when she heard a brand new unfamiliar term. Michael was quietly pulling out his wallet.

"Do we have any benjis sweetie? I thought all we had were American Greenbacks." Sherry blurted.

The manager and the clerk both gave Sherry a strange stare.

"She's uh... not all there." Michael explained, pointing at his head.

He pulled out a hundred dollar bill, a Benjamin, and handed it to the manager. He happily checked them out and handed them a receipt.

"Thanks! Come again! And make sure you show that girl some time with the Nintendo controller!" The manager called.

"I will." Michael answered.

And with that, the two of them hustled out the door and off to the Duster.

...

..

.

Sherry could barely wait until they were inside the Duster before she unleashed a torrent of utter glee, and clung to Michael like white on rice.

"We did it! WE DID IT! WEEEEEEHARRGARBL!" Sherry blubbered incoherently.

...

"BBBINZZZZGZZZZHHHHAAAA! GIGIGIGIGI!" Sherry blubbered.

"Heh, I wonder if she needs a reboot to reset her to succubus factory default. Or if that doesn't work, a Fonzie kick." Michael thought.

"Ooooooooooooooooo..." Sherry cooed.

She clutched the ocarina to her breast, rocking back and forth in joy. The whole car rocked right along with her.

"Sherry, if you don't calm down I'm going to poke your reset button with a paperclip." Michael joked.

...

*Blink

...

"Kinky." Sherry said simply.

...

"That is kinky, right?" Sherry asked.

Michael face palmed.

"SURE SHERRY! I'll poke your reset button SO HARD! Over and OVER again!" Michael laughed.

...

..

.

"Now's not the time to be kinky sweetie." Sherry retorted, straight faced.

"Ohmygawd!" Michael exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

Sherry held out the ocarina in both hands and lightly prodded him with it. Her tone of voice went from excited and happy to dead serious in an instant.

"Play it sweetie." Sherry said.

...

"Right here? In the middle of town?" Michael asked, nervous.

"Yes. I'll ward the Duster if that makes you feel better, but I must hear at least some notes." Sherry insisted.

Sherry raised her hand, and snapped her fingers.

*SNAP

"There. The doors are sealed and the windows are opaque." Sherry reassured.

"Fine, but I'm only playing a few notes." Michael said.

"That's all I ask." Sherry replied.

Michael stretched his fingers across the ocarina, lightly covering the holes. It felt so much better in his hands than the old one, and the holes fit his fingertips better. His lips almost touched the mouthpiece, but he paused. Quickly grabbing a little wet towellette from his ash tray, he wiped the mouth piece just in case. Then he began playing.

*Dodoodooodoooodiiideeeeeee

He did a very simple run through the entire note range of the ocarina, all the way to the highest notes. When he got there, he trilled the ocarina like a bird. The high notes sounded flawless, unlike his old cheaper ocarina. And much improved over the old one was just how much of his lung capacity it took to blow accurate notes. The new Spencer ocarina took much less air, and the breath curve was even from the lowest to the highest notes. In short, it was top notch.

...

Michael glanced to Sherry, who had remained motionless in the passenger seat.

"Whoa... she's completely out of it. I think she's even drooling!" Michael thought.

...

..

.

*JERK

Sherry jerked, her head shaking. She clutched her forehead, worry etching her face. All told, she was incapacitated for a good two minutes.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked.

...

"Are you going to leave me hanging here or what?" Michael demanded.

...

Sherry turned, planting her hands firmly on either of his shoulders. She looked him right in the eye. He gulped nervously.

"That... was far more powerful than your old ocarina." Sherry said bluntly.

Michael turned pale white.

"But you're not jumping me!" Michael said.

Sherry winced.

"Oh how I want to." Sherry lamented.

...

"So bad." Sherry added.

...

"It's hard to control... the urge..." Sherry continued.

Michael noticed her arms were trembling. It felt like she was trying to push herself away, and her arms weren't strong enough to resist the magnetic pull of her body to his. Or the pull of her lips to his lips.

"Sherry!" Michael exclaimed.

Her arms buckled, she fell forward. The nanosecond their lips met, her wet tongue dug its way into his mouth.

*Mmph

*Pwah

*Nnmm

Sherry aggressively kissed him, her tongue practically raping his mouth as her body squeezed him up against the driver door as tight as possible. The car rocked violently. Michael's eyes rolled towards the windshield, where he saw the glass was indeed opaque. Just as she promised.

"MMM! MMMMMAAAA! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAH!" Michael cried, muffled.

It was a full blown frontal attack. Sherry had his lips locked down while her free hand tore at his pants. And before he knew what was happening, he was getting pounded into the driver seat by Sherry's hips as she gave him a thigh job.

~A Little While Later~

...

"Are you okay sweetie? Do you have any bruising?" Sherry asked.

"...I think I'm okay..." Michael said, shuddering.

...

..

.

Sherry pulled away from Michael, pulling his pants back up and using a napkin to clean up after her assault.

"Hehe, I like seeing you like this." Sherry giggled.

Sherry leaned forward and playfully nibbled on his lip.

*Nibble

*Lick

"I put wards on your hips to protect you in times like these." Sherry whispered hotly.

*SMACK

Sherry smacked his butt with her palm hard enough to make a loud THWACK sound.

"An Ushi Oni and a Wurm could both rape you at the same time and you wouldn't even get a scratch. Isn't it wonderful?" Sherry asked.

"Oh yeah... it's great..." Michael said dryly.

"You don't sound impressed." Sherry noted.

Michael turned his head away from her, and shrank back against the driver door.

"Please don't make me play the ocarina again." Michael pleaded.

"Nonsense! After all this, I expect you'll play it for me at least once a day!" Sherry insisted.

"But Sherry!" Michael protested.

"And in return, I shall reward you beyond your wildest dreams! Power and pleasure that only the maoyu could match!" Sherry exclaimed.

She grabbed his shoulders and stared directly in his eyes.

"The only answer you're allowed to give is yes. I won't let you wiggle out of this one!" Sherry said, with finality.

Michael slumped his head.

"Okay Sherry." Michael said, dejected.

...

"Weren't we going clothes shopping?" Michael asked quietly.

...

..

.

"Oh I see. My horny little hubby wants to see me in sexy clothes? Hehehehe..." Sherry laughed sinisterly.

Sherry slunk back to her side of the car, grinning evilly at Michael while planting one of her well manicured fingers on her chin. She would have looked like the elegant lady with that pose, if not for the hand slowly slipping under her skirt. It took Michael far longer to recover from Sherry's little assault.

"You'd better give me that ocarina sweetie." Sherry said suddenly.

...

Michael paused, looking around for where it had fallen. He grabbed it and then placed the ocarina in her outstretched hand.

"If you blow so much as a single further note on this thing, I shall lose all control and take you right here... for real." Sherry explained.

And with that, she admired the ocarina for a moment before tucking it safely between her breasts. Michael sighed and clunked his head against the driver door window.

.

..

...

~Later~

...

..

.

The duo managed to pull themselves together and actually leave the music store parking lot, and head through town towards their next destination. The shopping mall, which was not the popular town destination it once was before the age of purchasing things online. So they pulled in and parked in a nearly deserted parking lot, and the motor sputtered silent.

...

Michael remained still, his eyes staring out towards the main street. Sherry too was staring out towards the street. While she wore an expression of curiosity and awe, Michael wore one of fear.

"Is that... the man?" Sherry asked.

"...Yeah." Michael answered quietly.

The one thing that Michael had feared the most had finally come to pass. The government had stepped up their response to the outbreak of inma. Out on the street was a convoy of armored vehicles barging through traffic. Leading the pack was a single Hmmwv with a flag, followed by several MRAPs. In the middle of the convoy was the imposing hulking figure of an M1A2 Abrams main battle tank. It lumbered forward, it's 1500 horsepower turbine engine, sounding exactly like a jet engine, rattled every piece of glass in the Duster as it rumbled by. Jutting out in front of the Abrams was its iconic 120mm smooth bore main cannon, which remained terrifyingly steady despite the bumpy road. Following up the Abrams, but no less terrifying, were an array of tow missile armed Bradley fighting vehicles.

"Oh frack." Michael mouthed.

For the first time in his life, Michael was looking at the soldiers in his own country's military... and feeling fear. He had always been supportive of the volunteers, and he hadn't ever paid them any mind when he encountered the soldiers from the nearby army base. But all of a sudden he found himself on the other side, and for a moment he felt shame. He questioned himself.

...

Michael shook his head.

"No. I'm not a terrorist. I'm not trying to hurt anyone. I'm trying to help people." Michael thought.

...

"But isn't that what they all say?" Michael thought.

Meanwhile, Sherry unbuckled her seatbelt while wearing her usual smile. It was as if the sight of the US Army didn't bother her at all.

"Well sweetie? Let's go shopping!" Sherry cheered.

Michael very slowly turned and stared at her with wide eyes.

"Are you fracking insane? The fracking army is in fracking town!" Michael cussed.

"Oh sweetie, don't panic. There's nothing to be afraid of. I saw lots of men in that convoy. We inma know very well how to handle men~" Sherry sang.

Sherry leaned over, her eyes glinting mischievously.

"You ignore them. I won't let them interfere in our day sweetie. Let our cute little subjects take care of those... lonely... men over there~" Sherry sang, giggling.

"They might shoot them!" Michael retorted.

"No they won't. I gave them the secret to concealing their true forms, just this very morn. They can't kill what they can't find." Sherry explained.

...

"I just don't want anyone to get hurt. God forgive me if I ever cause an American to shoot another American." Michael said, voice wavering.

His eyes trailed downwards.

"If I ever caused that... then that's it. I'll just go curl up in a hole and die like the piece of shit I am." Michael spat.

Sherry caught his chin and made him look at her.

"Nobody will get hurt. It's not the inma way. So don't say those things!" Sherry reassured.

"What's going to happen?" Michael asked, worried.

"I'll tell you exactly what's going to happen." Sherry replied.

*Bop

She bopped him on his nose lightly with her finger.

"You and I are going to go into that market over there, and buy the things we came to buy. Then we are going to go home. I'll make dinner. Perhaps I'll model the new clothes for you." Sherry said.

...

"And then what?" Michael asked.

Sherry smirked.

"Then after you play the ocarina for me once more, I fully intend to fuck you wildly." Sherry added.

"And what about..." Michael tried to say.

"Shh." Sherry hushed.

"But..." Michael tried to say again.

"SHHHH!" Sherry insisted.

And before Michael could try to argue anymore, Sherry grabbed the door latch and got out of the Duster.

"Damn it!" Michael cussed.

...

..

.

Michael and Sherry found themselves walking across the nearly deserted parking lot, hardly a word being shared between them. Michael winced at the sound of the turbine powered Abrams as it sank into the distance, but Sherry didn't seem to be bothered. What did bother her was when they got to the sliding glass doors of the mall.

*SHIIINK

Sherry paused, her eyes wide and her hand hovering near her hip.

"Sweetie, I wish to know who is opening these strange glass doors everywhere!" Sherry demanded.

"Nobody. It's automatic." Michael said casually.

...

Sherry stared at him like he had just bellowed gibberish at her.

"Explain! Who is it?!" Sherry insisted.

...

..

.

"If you place a booby trap on the floor, and then someone steps in it, who activated the booby trap?" Michael suggested.

Sherry blinked several times.

"Oh! That makes perfect sense! Thank you sweetie~" Sherry said happily.

...

The two of them entered the store, and once again Sherry was surprised by what she saw. She stopped dead, her head on a swivel and her mouth gaping.

"Oh my goodness! There's so many clothes!" Sherry squeaked.

"Yeah. I don't come here very often, but they sure do have everything don't they?" Michael remarked.

He swiveled his head around to get his bearings.

"The ladies clothes are over there. I'll just head off to the men's section and..." Michael tried to say.

"NO! You must stay with me!" Sherry exclaimed.

She obsessively squeezed his arm against her breasts, keeping him from walking away.

"Don't you remember? I need your help to pick out things to wear!" Sherry reminded.

...

"And I can't bear the thought of sweetie being away from me for a moment, with the arm of the man just outside." Sherry thought.

"Surely you are interested in what sexy clothes I can wear for you." Sherry whispered suggestively.

"Ooooh yeah." Michael replied.

It was in that fashion that Sherry walked around the clothing racks with Michael in tow. At each rack she carefully scrutinized each item with an expert eye, and chose whether to throw it in the cart Michael was pushing or to put it back on the shelf. Often she would turn towards Michael and hold something up against her body to sort of model it, and without asking a single question she could determine if Michael liked it or not. Before long Michael noticed, with some surprise, a pattern emerging.

"Whoa... she knows how to dress! Somehow that girl has figured it out, and is picking some seriously nice outfits! She could be a classy high end model!" Michael thought.

*Clapclap

Sherry clapped in front of his face to get his attention.

"Gold for your thoughts sweetie." Sherry said seductively.

Michael chuckled.

"I was thinking that you could be a classy high end model." Michael explained.

Her normal smile went to zero in an instant.

"No." Sherry said flatly.

"Did I say something wrong?" Michael asked.

...

"I don't wish to show my body off to anyone other than you. There is no desire in my heart to seek out other men and attract them." Sherry said, frowning slightly.

"No wait I didn't mean that kind of model! I meant a clothes model!" Michael clarified.

"It means the same to me sweetie. My body is meant only for you." Sherry said sweetly.

"Well I..." Michael tried to say.

...

"HOLD ON!"

A harsh voice cried out, and interrupted him half way through his sentence. He got rudely pushed aside by a strange pudgy woman with a scowl on her face. The woman put her hands on her hips and confronted Sherry. She completely ignored Michael and his protests.

"Do you care to repeat that?" The rude woman asked harshly.

Her shrill voice grated on both Michael's and Sherry's ears.

"Repeat what?" Sherry asked, confused.

The woman jacked her thumb over her shoulder at Michael.

"That crack I heard about your body belonging to that guy. Are you being held in some sort of trafficking ring?" The rude woman questioned.

"I know not what that is, but you heard me well. My body does belong to my beloved husband." Sherry said, smiling proudly.

The woman recoiled, dramatically gasping.

"My body exists in this world for his pleasure." Sherry added, beaming.

"What the fuck!" The rude woman cussed.

"Oh, we do lots of that too!" Sherry quipped, smiling.

"A woman's body doesn't exist solely for the pleasure of... men!" The rude woman barked.

As the woman said the word 'men', she got a disgusted look on her face and spat out the word like someone would spit out rotten food. Sherry looked to Michael in desperation. If Michael had translated her expression, it would have said "who the hell is this and what do I do?".

"I don't understand. Sweetie, have I...?" Sherry asked, confused.

"Hey! Don't talk to him! He isn't your sweetie! You're brainwashed or some shit! Get your head out of your ass girl! Men are shit!" The rude woman bellowed.

The woman raved in Sherry's face. Sherry was confused, and she didn't know what she did to offend that random woman. The woman raved at her so much that Sherry actually took a couple nervous steps backwards. She shot Michael another glance, and that time Michael knew it was a plea for help.

"Hey you leave my wife alone..." Michael tried to say.

"SHUT UP PIG! I don't want to hear your toxic masculinity!" The rude feminist shouted.

Michael face palmed.

"Oh boy, here we go." Michael muttered.

The woman turned back to Sherry.

"You are doing harm to all women everywhere by pandering to this pig! You should dump him!" The rude feminist accused.

A rare scowl appeared on Sherry's face. That woman had struck a nerve.

"I don't like you calling him a pig. He is sweet and gentle, and I love him from the bottom of my heart. I will never leave him." Sherry scowled.

"WRONG! Men are worthless! We don't need them! They think they're so privileged that they can tell us what to do, but they can't! Women are smarter! We can do more than them!" The rude feminist raged.

"That's not true. Men are wonderful and we need them! I believe all women everywhere should find a man! Right now!" Sherry argued.

"Then you are for the patriarchal mistreatment of women, and systemic oppression! You are for women receiving lesser wages and or being trapped in the household! Shame on you!" The rude feminist hollered.

"A woman belongs in the household nurturing her husband and children, as is our nature. As for wages, I suggest she protest with her feet if she is being swindled." Sherry countered calmly.

The rude woman's eyes went wide and she backed up in shock. Her accusing finger pointed right at Sherry's nose.

"YOU BITCH! You're part of the problem! Weak bitch! You're probably anti abortion too!" The rude woman ranted.

"Anti what?" Sherry asked, tilting her head.

"NO!" Michael cried.

Michael lunged forward to barge into the conversation, but the feminist swatted at him with her purse. Sherry squeaked and reached towards Michael in fear as she watched him ball up his fists.

"Stop sweetie!" Sherry cried.

"Stahp sweetie..." The rude feminist mocked.

She got right up in Sherry's face and pointed a finger at her nose.

"You fucking bimbo. You're so dumb that you don't even know what abortion is!" The rude feminist accused.

"I said leave my wife alone you piece of shit! She doesn't want to hear about that!" Michael barked.

The feminist formed an evil grin on her face, taking pleasure in doing something that Michael didn't want her to do. Her voice lowered, her tone became sinister.

"Those... pigs... think they control our bodies. But news flash, they don't. And when they think they've won by pumping some brat in one of us... ha... we can get rid of it!" The rude feminist cackled.

Michael winced as Sherry's confused expression slowly transformed into multiple shades of shock and horror. Her eyes became filled with tears.

"Remember that slut, when he rapes one into you. If you are even intelligent enough to think, you fucking bimbo." The rude feminist whispered.

...

"You... monster!" Sherry spat.

"Monster? What the fuck's wrong with you?" The rude feminist mocked.

The feminist woman had been so indignant during the entire argument that she was practically spitting, but her cheeks were puffed in pride at her apparent victory. She turned on Michael.

"And YOU! I bet you like taking advantage of this girl! What did you do to her to make her your slave? Did you drug her? Does she owe you money?" The rude feminist accused.

Michael remained silent, letting that woman shout whatever she wanted. As far as he was concerned, with the tears running down Sherry's cheeks, the damage was already done. That loud obnoxious woman couldn't tell him anything he hadn't already heard a hundred times before.

"Hey! You can't ignore me fucker!" The rude feminist spat, raising her fist.

Sherry jumped in front of that feminist so fast that she was a blur. She wouldn't allow her to touch Michael, and blocked her every time she tried to walk around.

"Your words are poison! Be gone lunatic!" Sherry bellowed angrily.

*SMACK

The feminist smacked Sherry across the face, with the blow that had originally been intended for Michael.

"Wake up!" The rude feminist screeched.

Michael lunged forward instantly, and Sherry grabbed his arm before he could throttle that woman. He had finally broke. Words were one thing, but someone hurting Sherry was too much for him.

"Michael! Stop!" Sherry cried.

"That twenty mule team freight wagon is coming!" Michael bellowed angrily.

Sherry turned all her focus on restraining Michael, all while the feminist kept right on bellowing insults. At the same time, the stream of tears coming down Sherry's cheeks hadn't stopped. Soon after, the department store security got involved.

...

..

~Later~

.

Eventually Sherry and Michael found themselves in a little room attached to the security office. The police had been called, and the obnoxious woman was also being held in a separate room somewhere. Sherry leaned against Michael and bawled her eyes out.

"WAAAAA! WAAAHAHAAAAA AAAAHHHH!" Sherry wailed, uncontrolled.

Michael held her close and gently stroked her raven hair, trying to calm her down. One of the department store security, a somewhat portly man, walked in and surveyed the scene.

"We just got done looking at the tapes. We're sorry this happened. If you want to press charges against her, we'll be happy to give you a copy." The security man said.

Sherry continued balling her head off unchanged, and Michael nodded. Just as the security officer turned and left, a police officer came in. Michael recognized her instantly.

"Holy shit." The manticore policewoman exclaimed.

She was in a proper uniform that time, unlike the shredded mess she had before. None of her extra appendages were visible, which told Michael she was using the magic disguise. Even then, he still recognized her face... and unique accent. So did Sherry.

*Silence

Sherry's wailing voice was choked off instantly, and her head rose from Michael's shoulder. Anger was clear in her eyes.

"Where... is... she?" Sherry demanded angrily.

"The woman that bothered you? She's over at the security office on the east wing. On the other side of the building." The manticore policewoman recounted.

...

"Stay here. Watch my husband." Sherry ordered through gritted teeth.

"Yes mistress." The manticore policewoman said instantly.

Sherry was on her feet and out the door in an instant, her human disguise forgotten. Michael tried to jump up and follow her, but the manticore got in the way of the door.

"I'm sorry, but... you need to stay here." The manticore policewoman said sorrowfully.

...

*RUUUUUUMBLE

The whole building shook. Michael staggered to stay on his feet. He was helped by the policewoman, who also dropped her disguise just as the building started shaking. Her helpful paw kept him from toppling over.

*BOOM

*THUNDER

*CLICK

*EEEEEEEP!

The lights went out, and Michael was left in the darkness with nothing to see other than the faint glowing eyes of his unwanted guardian. There were some screams outside, and those few customers who were in the store quickly fled. As did much of the staff.

*RUUUUUUUUMBLE

...

And then silence.

...

..

.

There was no sound, other than the manticore and Michael's breathing.

.

..

...

"Hey... anyone ever told you that you're fucking sexy?" The manticore policewoman breathed.

"Shit." Michael breathed.

"Oh relax. I'm just trying to break the tension. I can hear your heart beating faster than a V12 Mercedes on the rev limiter." The manticore policewoman reassured gruffly.

...

"You like fast cars... right?" The manticore policewoman asked hesitantly.

"Am I going to incriminate myself if I answer that?" Michael asked.

He saw those glowing eyes move side to side. She was shaking her head.

"We're long past that. Now we're on the same team you know. I'd like to be friends... if you're cool with it. All the girls do." The manticore policewoman reassured.

"Frack off copper." Michael hissed.

"Copper? Seriously? Are you James Cagney now?" The manticore policewoman retorted.

The manticore placed her paws on Michael's shoulders.

*SMOOCH

She planted a kiss on his lips.

"My name's Serena, by the way. Wanna have a ~ride~, in my cruiser? I'll turn on the sirens..." Serena whispered hotly.

"Are you crazy! Let go of me!" Michael cried.

Serena was having none of it. She held onto him easily, as if he had no strength at all. In fact, she freely groped him

"Hmm well I'm just going to have to search you now sexy. I hope you're not hiding any contraband abs or huge dick somewhere~." Serena hummed.

*Grope

*Fondle

"Ohh ho ho... you're actually packing! What'cha got? I can't tell through the holster." Serena laughed.

"Get a fracking warrant you psycho!" Michael cried.

"Nah, I've got probable cause. Now I'll get you on weapon charges and..." Serena started to say.

*WHAM

Michael threw a punch with every bit of force he could, aimed directly for her shoulder. There was a dull thud, and the surprised manticore was shoved back. Michael managed to slip out of her grasp and scramble back. She rubbed her slightly aching shoulder.

"Whoa! And assaulting an officer too! You really do want to end up in my cruis... wait. You're not actually taking me seriously are you?" Serena exclaimed.

...

"I'll fight you! I'll fight you every inch of the way in court! What you're doing is wrong!" Michael bellowed.

...

"Holy shit you are! Hey I'm sorry man!" Serena blurted.

Michael scowled, his lips drawn into a thin angry line as he glared at her. Or more accurately, glared at her eyes. He couldn't see much more in the darkness.

"You're... not being serious?" Michael asked cautiously.

"Nah man! I swear! I was just playing around! Just chill!" Serena blurted.

Michael took a few cautious steps backwards in the darkness, feeling around for a chair to collapse onto. Which he did. His eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness.

"I'm really sorry Mike. I really do just want to be friends. Can you forgive me?" Serena asked softly.

"Hmmp." Michael scoffed.

She plopped down on a chair next to him, causing him to scoot away a couple of chairs to gain breathing space.

...

..

.

*Awkward Silence

~A Few Minutes Later~

.

..

...

"You know what Sherry's doing right now... right?" Michael asked.

"Yeah. I'm not stupid. But if the mistress wasn't doing it right now, I'd hunt that bitch down myself and do it." Serena said angrily.

"That's not what I expected a police officer to say." Michael noted.

"Fuck that. This isn't a fucking playground. This is Arizona. The fucking wild west. And I'm Sheriff. It's my job to make the bad guys squirm." Serena spat.

...

"That damn bitch needs to be taught what a real, strong, independent woman is like. Like me! None of that talking-point parroting bullshit!" Serena hissed.

In the darkness, Michael formed a smirk.

"Yeah. She could learn a thing or two from you." Michael agreed.

...

"That bitch was probably from the local Pussy Power Feminist Movement of the Desert Female Pride Club." Serena scoffed.

"...Proudly creating hokey club names since 1969." Michael interjected.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" Serena laughed.

...

"And she has no idea the true power of a woman's pussy!" Serena jabbed, laughing.

Just then, the lights came on. They both looked up to the ceiling lights, then looked at each other.

...

"SHE DOES NOW!" Serena exclaimed.

...

...

.

~A Little While Later~

...

Michael was still sitting, and Serena was getting some candy out of a machine, as Sherry walked back into the room. She was carrying her sword, and her face was utterly emotionless. At least... until she laid her crimson eyes on Michael.

"Sweetie~" Sherry sang happily.

*FWOOSH

Sherry regained her human disguise, and sheathed her invisible sword. Her smile did not return much more than a sliver, but no one could dispute its existence. Even at her worst moments, she still was happy in the vicinity of her husband.

"What did you do to her?" Michael asked, worried.

...

..

"I turned her into an Orc." Sherry said quietly.

Serena guffawed.

"Justice." Serena said.

"She called you a pig sweetie, so I turned her into a pig." Sherry explained.

"Let's just get out of here." Michael said, jumping to his feet.

Michael brushed past the two of them and headed for the door.

...

As Michael exited the security office, with both Serena and Sherry in tow, he passed their shopping cart by the door. Not a soul could be seen anywhere within sight. He paid the cart no mind, and was just getting ready to leave as Sherry caught his arm.

"Huh? Sherry?" Michael asked.

Sherry simply looked him right in the eye, and he could see that her eyes were still damp.

"Hey you two... so unless I'm needed, I'm going to go round up my girls and take off. There's not much left to do here." Serena chimed in.

"You are dismissed. Thank you." Sherry said quietly.

"No, thank you mistress." Serena said politely.

*Footsteps

...

*Silence

...

Sherry gently pulled him over to the cart, and placed his hands on the handle. Then she gently coaxed him until they were pushing the cart right back to the clothing section.

"Sherry, you're nuts. We can't finish our shopping. Everyone's run off." Michael said.

"I don't care." Sherry said quietly.

Her slender fingers dug deep into his arm, making him wince.

"I won't let her ruin it for us!" Sherry insisted.

...

~Later~

...

Michael stood by the cart as Sherry quietly browsed a display of ladies stockings. She scanned the display with her eyes, and quietly picked out a few styles.

"I'm done. We can go." Sherry said quietly.

"Okay well, the checkout is over that way." Michael said, uncertain.

They quietly walked over to the checkout. Just as Michael feared, there wasn't an employee to be seen. Both Sherry and Michael strolled back and forth looking for somewhere to check out. Several of the aisles had lights on, but nobody was home.

...

"Hey you two! You're not trying to shoplift... are you?" Serena cried.

Michael and Sherry turned, and saw her quickly walking their way.

"You might be, you know... my boss... but I'm still a cop. I'm not going to allow you to shop lift." Serena said flatly.

"We merely wish to pay someone." Sherry said innocently.

...

*Sigh

"Fine. Go over there to aisle 3... and I'll see what I can do." Serena said.

The duo navigated their cart around and ended up on aisle three, where the policewoman tapped at the checkout computer experimentally.

"Hmm... doesn't look like it auto locked. Today's your lucky day." Serena said.

*Beep

*Beep

*Beep

*Beepbeepbeep

*Franticbeeping

...

"Okay, so here's the total." Serena said, turning a little screen.

...

"Holy... shit." Michael exclaimed.

"No kidding. Hey man... we ladies need expensive clothes." Serena joked, winking.

Sherry was already quietly counting out the cash, and she wordlessly handed it over. Serena expertly counted it, made change, and gave them their receipt.

"Okay, there's your walking papers. I hope that's it, because I really need to get out of here." Serena, exasperated.

Michael glanced sideways at Sherry, who said nothing.

"Yeah, I think that's it." Michael said quietly.

The three of them walked out together, with Michael pushing the cart and Sherry tagging along to his right. Out in the parking lot, not a single car remained that wasn't either a cop cruiser or the Duster. Serena followed them until they got to the Duster, and revealed her cruiser was parked right next to them. She waved and went to follow her already leaving companions. When she got to her cruiser, she threw her arms over the roof line.

"Hey Mike! You never did tell me what piece you're packing." Serena called.

...

"It's a Beretta 92." Michael relented.

"No shit? Heh, that's not easy to hide. But I knew it was going to be something classy." Serena said.

"That don't make us friends, copper." Michael shot.

"Yeah yeah, see you around! Friend!" Serena retorted, smiling.

She formed a big shit eating grin, turned, and hopped in her cruiser. As she drove away, she gave her siren two quick blips as a way of saying farewell.

"Copper?" Sherry questioned.

"Nevermind. Let's get the hell out of here." Michael grumbled.

...

..

.

~Later~

...

The Duster pulled up to its nightly home once more, and the engine coughed silent. Without the rumble of the engine filling the cab, the silence seemed deafening. The sun had already gone low enough that the apartment building threw a long shadow over the two still figures in the car.

"Clothes don't spoil, so we can just go inside if you want." Michael said quietly.

Sherry remained silent.

"Can you walk upstairs on your own, or do you need help?" Michael asked.

She cocked her head towards him, her eyebrows furrowed. All she found when she looked at him was genuine concern and a reassuring smile.

...

She didn't answer. She just undid her seatbelt and quietly got out of the car. Michael hopped out after her, and he wrapped an arm around hers just in case. She looked like she had shaky legs.

"Okay Sherry. We're going to do this... one step at a time." Michael said softly.

And with that, the two of them slowly made their way up the stairs to their apartment.

When they got to the top of the stairs, Michael was so preoccupied with worrying about Sherry that he forgot the door wards. He tried sticking his key in the door lock...

*ZAAAAP

"GAH! AHhhFRackfuffemfmotherfracker!" Michael shouted.

Sherry grabbed him and yanked him away from the door, and shoved him against the wall next to it.

"FOOL!" Sherry bellowed.

She ripped his keys out of his hand and opened the door, allowing Michael to make a beeline inside. He went straight to the bathroom, where he washed his hands under cold running water just to stop the burning.

...

Michael winced as he walked back out of the bathroom, his hand held out in front of him.

"I'll learn... one way or another." Michael said, wincing.

*Shiiiiiiiiiiink

Sherry drew her sword slowly out of its sheath.

"Uh... Sherry?" Michael questioned nervously.

She advanced across the room towards him, raising her sword as she went. He started backing away.

"What are you doing Sherry? You're freaking me out!" Michael warbled.

"YAH!" Sherry cried.

She lunged, and Michael did his best to dodge. But Sherry had observed his movements and knew which way he would go, and blocked him.

*CLACK

Sherry jammed the sword right into the wall, blocking Michael's retreat and narrowly missing his heart by a few inches. The sword was right up in his arm pit, without actually penetrating or cutting him.

"Oof!" Michael grunted.

Sherry rushed forward and shoved him against the wall with her body. Her dainty fingers snagged his wrist with such strength that he couldn't possibly resist, as she pulled his hand up and sucked on his fingers like a piece of candy.

"Mmmhhh *Sluuurp *Liiiick" Sherry moaned.

...

"So uh... if you wanted to heal my hand for me, you could have just asked me to take a seat. I wouldn't have bitched about it." Michael said, confused.

Sherry seemingly ignored his comment, focusing all her effort to licking every single square inch of his burned hand. The pain faded away, and Michael sighed in relief. And then just as abruptly she shifted up to his mouth, and jammed her lips against his.

"Mmpm pwah... Sherry!" Michael exclaimed.

She wasn't satisfied with just kissing him, oh no. Her tongue and lips danced all around his mouth and nose area. The scent of her saliva and the smell of her hot breaths went right into his nose and spun his brain around like a top. His legs trembled, and she jammed her knee between his legs to keep him standing.

"Give me a baby sweetie. Please. Right now." Sherry whispered hotly.

"Is there... something I can do... that I haven't been doing...?" Michael panted.

Sherry paused, and breathed an extra heavy breath in his nose. It was a magical breath, and Michael soon felt his mind slipping away. Sherry's strong arms held him upright as he melted in her embrace.

...

~A Little Bit Later~

...

Michael awoke slowly, finding himself back in the bedroom. He blinked to clear his eyes. When his vision cleared, he found Sherry straddling his hips and looking down at him. There was no smile on her face, and the lack of smile immediately made Michael feel bad inside.

...

"Did you do it? How many times?" Michael asked.

Sherry slowly shook her head side to side.

"None. It's pointless. I could rape you all day, and I would still be denied my greatest desire." Sherry said dejectedly.

Michael's eyes fell, and he saw that she really hadn't touched anything of his below the belt. All he could feel was a warm spot where she was straddling him. It was the very first time Michael recalled ever waking up from one of Sherry's attacks, and not finding himself wrung out.

...

"Why do humans call us monsters?" Sherry asked quietly.

"I don't know." Michael said.

"It's not fair. I want a baby, and I can't have one. You humans can have as many babies as you want... and you don't want them. You're the ones who should be called monsters." Sherry choked.

Michael remained silent, his eyes growing shaded. He was having a very bad conversation that he had hoped to never have with Sherry. To say he was uncomfortable would be an understatement.

"Did you know about it?" Sherry asked, pained.

"I knew about it." Michael said quietly.

"How is it done? Do I even want to know?" Sherry warbled.

"No." Michael said quietly.

"Were you planning on doing it to me?" Sherry wavered.

"Never." Michael said plainly.

...

..

.

"I know you didn't want a daughter at first. Have you been holding back on me? Is your seed not virile?" Sherry questioned.

"You're a succubus. Wouldn't you know?" Michael asked.

Sherry leaned forward, the displeasure growing on her face.

"Tell me! Have you willed your body to not seed me?" Sherry demanded.

"That's not how it works. I can't will anything. Men don't have that ability. Seriously, didn't you know?" Michael asked.

Sherry leaned forward even more, but her dark expression was replaced with a more mischievous one.

"Just imagine what I'll look like if you pump my womb full of babies. My breasts will swell with succubus milk. My hips will widen and grow even softer and warm. I will become like a goddess for you." Sherry said seductively.

"Wh...what are you doing?" Michael asked, confused.

...

"I wonder what my milk would taste like. What it would do to you if you drank it." Sherry whispered in his ear.

"Okay seriously... enough with the ad campaign. What are you trying to do?" Michael asked.

"I'm trying to turn you on, so your body can't help but make the most virile of spunk. The kind that will make me pregnant every... single... time..." Sherry explained.

"I'm not joking. I really don't think that's how that wor..." Michael tried to say.

*SMOOCH

"Shhh. I know it's there. Somewhere. The trigger to ignite your breeding instincts." Sherry insisted gently.

She thought to herself for a moment, before coming up with a new idea.

...

"And then the baby bump slowly growing on my belly. A smoldering hot crystal representing our love. We could cuddle with my belly between us." Sherry whispered in his other ear.

...

"And when the baby is born, it will be the best little girl you've ever seen. Inma babies don't ever cry like human babies. And they grow up so fast, that before you know it the two of you would be playing games together." Sherry added.

...

"She'll be so adorable! I bet she'll be all over you from the beginning. I imagine she'll love you even more than she'll love me. 'Daddy daddy! I wub yu! Let me hug you daddy!'" Sherry said, changing her voice.

...

"And when she becomes an adult, she's be the most beautiful maiden of the land. Perhaps... she might even steal your heart~." Sherry added.

Michael winced and looked away.

"And there goes the visual. Thanks a lot." Michael griped.

"Fuuuuu~" Sherry pouted.

Michael sighed and shook his head, and gently pushed Sherry to one side so he could sit up.

"I haven't ever held out on you, and I wouldn't if I could. But you're right... I still don't want a kid yet." Michael said.

"Sweetie... no." Sherry said sorrowfully.

She slid behind him and hugged him from behind. Her arms traced up and down his chest.

"You must give me a baby. That's the whole point of life. To procreate. To grow. To find happiness in a family." Sherry insisted.

"But I know it takes a while, and I'm letting it happen naturally. If I'm meant to have a child, then it's meant to be. We shouldn't rush nature." Michael said.

...

"You're right sweetie. You're... right." Sherry relented.

Sherry let out a sigh, right in his ear.

"That woman from earlier... is that how women treat men in this world?" Sherry asked.

"A lot of them yeah. Not all, but a lot. I suppose that's why MGTOW exists." Michael said.

"Okay now you're making up words. What does MGTOW mean?" Sherry scoffed.

...

"Men going their own way. I considered joining it a couple times." Michael explained.

"NOOOO! You cannot go your own way! You can only go my way! Towards me, at top speed!" Sherry cried.

"Hehe, yeah. Well, if you'll excuse me a minute..." Michael said, chuckling.

He swung his legs off the bed and got up, leaving Sherry behind. Her hands rose towards him, her fingertips glowing.

...

He made it almost to the door when he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Haaaaka!" Michael cried, clutching at his groin.

"I have a new term for you. MCTOS. Michael cumming towards one succubus~" Sherry sang.

"Gaaaaah!" Michael cried, spinning around.

He lumbered towards her, as if he was being dragged. He was clutching at his groin desperately.

"Stop it! It hurts! What are you doing to my dick?" Michael cried.

"I cast a spell on you that creates a very powerful pull between our bodies. It won't hurt if you don't resist~." Sherry sang.

"Why? I'm right here!" Michael asked, groaning.

"Because I felt like it. And because I want you to get the idea in your head that going away is unacceptable." Sherry said, grinning toothily.

And so, Michael was dragged back to the bed literally by the gonads, until he got within grabbing range of Sherry's waiting arms.

*THUNK

When he collapsed in her arms, it felt like their bodies stuck together tightly like a couple of rare earth magnets. She leg locked him and coiled her arms around the back of his head and neck.

"This is where you belong. In my arms. Don't try to go your own way, I'll just twist your road signs right back to my thighs." Sherry said huskily.

...

"Your cock seems to get the idea. It's pressing so hard against my pussy... like it wants in. Bad boy! Today is skinship day!" Sherry teased.

"I just wanted a glass of water." Michael grumbled.

*SNAP

Sherry snapped her fingers and released the magnetic pull on his body. He rolled off her to the side, and let out a long sigh.

"There you go overreacting again. Sherry... learn the difference between past and present tense." Michael said, sighing.

Sherry picked herself up, her black hair sliding down her shoulders. She rolled sideways and shot a mischievous grin at him.

"I don't know what you speak of sweetie." Sherry said.

Sherry didn't give Michael a chance to answer before she jammed her tongue in his mouth.

...

~Later~

...

*DING DONG

Sherry was off Michael's lap in an instant. Her sword, which had been leaned against the wall and forgotten, rattled and flew through the air until it landed grip first in her outstretched hand.

"Someone has snuck through my detection wards!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Oh knock it off. It's probably just a trick or treater. Remember... today's Halloween." Michael reminded.

Michael slipped off the bed and hopped to his feet. He walked out into the living room as quick as he could before the visitor could leave. Grabbing a bag of candy, Michael stood waiting as Sherry opened the door and stood aside.

"TRICK OR TREAT!" A little girl cheered.

"Hey there! Aren't you a cute one! And what are you supposed to be?" Michael asked kindly.

"I'm a butterfly! See?" The little girl said proudly.

"Oh so you are! Well little miss butterfly, you're the first one today so I'm going to give you an extra big handful! Don't eat it all at once or your tummy will hurt!" Michael said cheerfully.

The little girl squealed in joy as Michael opened the bag of assorted candies and knelt down to fill her pumpkin shaped bucket. As Michael put the candy in her bucket, the little girl looked over his shoulder and gaped, her eyes going wide. Michael looked over his shoulder and saw Sherry was now standing there looking at the little girl. Sherry was smiling, and her hand rubbed Michael's hunched shoulder. Her wings and horns were showing, and her sword was sheathed.

"Wow! That costume is really good! What are you supposed to be?" The little girl asked.

"I'm a succubus." Sherry said, smiling.

Sherry tapped on Michael's shoulder and nodded towards the bag of candy. Michael nodded and pulled out a little more and put it in the little girl's bucket.

"Thank you~" The little girl sang sweetly.

The little girl skipped off and down the stairs to the next apartment. Sherry gently closed the door, and the smile faded.

"Have humans no heart? How can they let something as cute as that... be sent to oblivion?" Sherry choked.

Michael sighed and shook his head. There was a scowl on his face so deep, even a hardened warrior would think twice before bothering him.

"You hate it too. I see it on your face." Sherry noted, pleased.

"I have no say." Michael grumbled.

He wandered over to the couch and flopped down, heaving a big sigh. He tugged on his collar.

"Gees the air is thick in here. Couldn't you open a window?" Michael diverted.

...

"Don't change the subject! What does it mean 'I have no say'?" Sherry asked.

...

..

.

"It's pretty simple. The cops and the courts all favor women over men. If you wanted to, you could destroy my life." Michael said.

"I would never!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Oh I know that, you love me. But that doesn't change the facts. If you told a lie to the cops, they would believe you no matter what I said." Michael said, frustrated.

"What kind of lies? Surely they wouldn't believe everything." Sherry asked.

"Well... that I raped you. Or I'm abusing you. Stuff like that." Michael said.

Sherry scoffed.

"When in reality, I'm the one raping you. Ha!" Sherry laughed.

Sherry sat down next to Michael on the couch, and stiffened when he let out a heavy pained sigh. He took her hand and squeezed it.

"Sherry... I have to know. If we ever have a baby..." Michael started.

"Yes?" Sherry asked.

"You won't ever take her away from me, right? You won't take my baby?" Michael choked.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD!?" Sherry exclaimed, shocked.

"You said all those nice things. You know, 'daddy I wub you' and all that rot. I... kinda want that." Michael recalled.

Sherry grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, and pressed her forehead to his while staring into his eyes.

"...please don't hurt me Sherry." Michael whispered.

"I would never... ever... EVER take your baby away! She would be yours just as much as mine, and she would represent our mutual love. Heed my oath!" Sherry cried.

She gently released him, letting him sit back against the arm of the couch.

"You sought out an inma in desperation, and an inma you have found. If this is the kind of world you live in, then as an inma... I shall crush it!" Sherry swore.

...

*DING DONG

"Stay here sweetie, I'll get it." Sherry said.

Sherry jumped off the couch energetically, grabbing the bag of candy on her way to the door. There was a big group of kids on the other side who all cried 'Trick or Treat' loudly in a cacophony of cheerful voices. Sherry squealed in joy and happily gave out big heaping handfuls of candy.

"You are all adorable! What precious little ones! Here you go!" Sherry said cheerfully.

The kids said their thanks, and Sherry closed the door.

"Dawwww..." Sherry exclaimed.

She turned towards Michael, a giant smile on her face.

"Don't give out too much, or there won't be enough for everyone. Little miss enabler." Michael said, smiling wryly.

"It's no matter. If we run out, I'll simply teleport to the store and back in an instant." Sherry reassured.

Sherry let out a giggle.

"In the meantime... sweetie~. It's time for a change of subject~" Sherry sang.

Her hands outstretched towards him, crimson colored magic appearing at her fingertips. She came closer, and Michael couldn't help but flinch.

"Are you afraid of my magic even after all this time?" Sherry asked, tilting her head.

"Sorry, I can't help it." Michael said apologetically.

Sherry thought about it for a moment, then seemed to get an idea.

"I've got it! I know the perfect thing!" Sherry exclaimed.

She smoothly glided closer, and Michael immediately flinched away from her.

"You don't need to be afraid." Sherry said instantly.

He still slid away from her, shaking his head. She tried reaching out for him, but he backed away.

"Every time you start using your magic on me, something bad happens." Michael said, uncomfortable.

...

*Squish

Sherry suddenly hugged Michael, pressing her chest against him.

"Here, have my fat succubus titties. That will make everything better!" Sherry exclaimed cheerfully.

"WHOA!" Michael exclaimed.

"Caught you~!" Sherry giggled playfully.

And before he knew it, Sherry had moved in and gotten a firm grip on him so he couldn't squirm away. She wiggled around on the couch until she was behind him.

"Rub rub~" Sherry sang, brushing against him.

"Ughhh... I can feel your nipples on my back." Michael shuddered.

"I bet it feels good with how sensitive I made your body." Sherry whispered in his ear.

Michael tried to move, but Sherry held him tight.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, you don't need to fight it." Sherry reassured.

Michael sighed, stopping his struggling.

"Please don't do anything to me Sherry." Michael asked.

"I'm trying to show you that my magic is harmless, if you'd just cooperate." Sherry said, directly in his ear.

"...I'm listening." Michael relented.

"Raise your hand sweetie. Your dominant hand." Sherry instructed.

Michael lifted his right hand a little.

"No sweetie, raise it like I do when I cast a spell." Sherry instructed.

"What are you up to?" Michael asked, uncertain.

Sherry's answer was whispered in his ear, her tone of voice oddly strange.

"Trust me." Sherry whispered.

Michael slowly raised his arm, his hand hovering in the air with the palm and fingertips pointing upward.

"Do you know what a familiar is?" Sherry asked.

"Yes." Michael said.

"Pretend I'm your familiar. My power is yours, and I'll obediently do anything you ask. You can do anything as long as you draw from my reserves of energy." Sherry explained.

"Pretend, just like that?" Michael asked.

"Well, I'm not actually your familiar. That's a contract that is very complex and mysterious. But I might as well be, because my power is yours forever." Sherry said.

Sherry gently held onto Michael from behind, channeling her power into his body. She whispered strange words into his ear that seemed impossible to understand. Even though he could hear them clearly, it seemed as if those forbidden words were impossible to remember.

"What are you saying?" Michael asked.

Sherry answered with a quick smooch to the cheek, and continued murmuring her mysterious words.

...

..

.

"So um..." Michael murmured, confused.

Sherry's arms squeezed him a little.

"Go ahead sweetie. Let my power flow to your fingertips." Sherry encouraged softly.

...

"That is after all... what I'm trying..." Sherry tried to add.

"I get that part. Nothing's happening." Michael said, stating the obvious.

Sherry was silent for several... very awkward... moments.

...

"This... is completely ruining my point." Sherry muttered.

"Which was?" Michael quipped.

...

"I was trying to say that my magic can't hurt you. If you cast it with your own hands, then surely you would fear it no longer." Sherry explained.

"Well... the thought is appreciated I suppose." Michael said.

"It's not just a thought. It's a fact. Nothing of mine can hurt you in any way. It is physically impossible for me to harm you." Sherry insisted empathetically.

...

"I can't hurt anyone. I'm a lover." Sherry thought.

...

She seemed strangely determined to convince him. Michael noted it instantly.

"Sure you can hurt me if you want. You smacked me pretty good the other day." Michael said.

Michael felt her entire body tense up in an instant.

...

Her hands clenched, her nails digging into his shirt.

...

Sherry's breath fluttered, breathing irregularly right on his neck and ear. He could feel her heart rate double in seconds.

...

..

.

Several long minutes passed before Sherry did anything. She slid out of behind Michael and leaned towards the desk, where she calmly grabbed a sheet of printer paper and a pen.

*CLICK

She clicked the pen, and began writing. Michael watched as the sheet of paper was soon covered in arcane glyphs and drawings of the forbidden kind.

...

Then she began writing words Michael could understand. An incantation.

"Take this." Sherry said, offering the paper.

Michael reluctantly took it, wondering if he should dare touch that paper. It seemed to have a red sheen about it, as if Sherry had charged it with her magic.

"Read the incantation out loud. This one is sure fire to work." Sherry instructed.

"What will it do?" Michael asked.

...silence

"I asked you a question." Michael pressed.

"It will make me feel pain. Something inma normally can't feel. It's a spell that is unknown by all... except for me. It is of my own design." Sherry explained.

"Does the order know this spell?" Michael asked.

"No! That would be very bad!" Sherry coughed.

Michael slapped his knee and stood up, leaving Sherry on the couch with a confused look.

"Yep! I know EXACTLY what to do with this thing!" Michael pronounced.

And with that, he marched straight into the kitchen and lit that piece of paper on fire at the stove, ensuring it couldn't hurt Sherry or anyone else.

...

~Shortly Later~

...

Michael went back into the living room, and watched as Sherry opened a window and let the smell of burning magical paper out.

"Now, what kind of dumbshit idea was that?" Michael asked, hands on his hips.

"I made you feel pain, therefore it is only right you make me feel pain in return. I must pay for my actions!" Sherry warbled.

"Eye for an eye huh? I think I read that in the bible somewhere." Michael said.

Sherry coughed and straightened.

"I do believe I read somewhere that said 'revenge is mine sayeth the lord'." Michael recounted.

"Tch..." Sherry hissed in displeasure.

She turned and grabbed another sheet of paper.

"Oh hell naw!" Michael exclaimed.

He snatched all the paper away roughly, and moved it out of reach at the top of the bookshelf.

"You stupid git." Michael muttered.

...

*Sniff

..

*Choke

.

"*Sob... I'm sorry sweetie... *sob... I'm a horrible wife... and a horrible woman. I would understand if you hated me!" Sherry choked.

"Whoa! What the heck? Where's that coming from?" Michael exclaimed.

"I did that for my own selfish curiosity. I'm no woman, I'm awful!" Sherry warbled.

Michael wrapped his arms around her for a change, and hugged her tightly. She melted right in his arms, and her head curled up against his chest. He gently stroked her soft hair.

"Don't say that about yourself Sherry. It's not true." Michael reassured.

"No...no..." Sherry choked.

"I don't hate you. I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I think you're caring, warm, and gentle. I'm sorry I called you stupid just now." Michael said softly.

"I am stupid. I'm just a stupid idiot, just like that woman said." Sherry choked.

"And she wasn't? If being opposite of her is being a stupid idiot, then I'd rather you be a stupid idiot." Michael said.

Michael heard Sherry take a sharp breath, and he could feel her whole body move as her lungs expanded. It was the biggest sigh Michael had ever heard.

"Besides, why do you automatically think I would derive anything at all seeing you in pain? If you really want to make it up to me, think of something pleasant. Not something harsh." Michael said softly.

...

Then that old smile came back, and Sherry pecked at his lips.

"Thank you sweetie, that made me feel much better." Sherry hummed.

Sherry gently traced lines around his chest with her fingers.

...

"Something pleasant hmm?" Sherry hummed.

She paused for a moment, then formed a wicked smile.

...

She slipped her arms behind herself and undid her blouse, letting her breasts swing free.

*BLOOP

She leaned forward and plopped her heavy mounds directly on his face.

"Here's those titties I promised you sweetie~. That's pleasant, right?" Sherry sang.

Michael felt as her unbelievably soft breasts slowly slid down his face, with her perky nipple brushing against his cheek. She went down until she got to his stomach, and then brushed her body upwards again.

"Rub rub~." Sherry sang.

...

Sherry stuffed her boob in his mouth. He could taste her nipple on his tongue, and the almost sweet taste of her flesh.

"You can suck all you want, but I'm afraid nothing will come out. Not until I'm pregnant sweetie~" Sherry said cheerfully.

...

"Suck...suuck... suuuuuck" Sherry hummed.

...

"C'mon sweetie. Suck my boobies. Touch me. I want to feel your fingers sinking into my skin." Sherry encouraged.

She pulled away slightly when she realized Michael was trying to talk.

"Is that okay? I can touch you?" Michael asked.

"Fuuuuuu... must we have this discussion every time? Just touch me sweetie." Sherry pouted.

"Well, I just want to make sure." Michael said.

"What must I do to convince you to just touch me? Must I give you eternal permission? It's granted. Please, just do it. I'm a woman, and I want to be touched." Sherry pouted.

Michael furrowed his eyebrows, but he did reach out and gently caress her shoulder. His finger traced the line the straps on her bra had left on her skin, and gently brushed his fingers down her arm.

"Ooooohhhh..." Sherry shivered quietly.

She had no hair on her arm, unlike a normal woman. Her skin was soft, without so much as a blemish or errant mark. At the end of her arm was a elegant and well manicured fingers, although Michael couldn't remember a time she ever worked on her hands. Her hand seemed small and delicate compared to Michael's hands, although he was not ham fisted by any means. Their fingers twined, and Sherry smirked.

"Pervert~" Sherry hummed.

Their fingers parted, and he went back up to her shoulder, where he brushed upwards towards her ear. He very gently brushed his fingers through the hair around her pointy succubus ears, down the back of her neck, and to the shoulder again. Then he went down, down, and further down until he had arrived at her butt.

"Ohh, I like how you think." Sherry cooed.

"So holding your hands means I'm a pervert, but grabbing your ass is okay?" Michael joked.

"They're both okay with me sweetie. It's just a matter of perspective~" Sherry said sweetly.

Sherry slipped her hands under Michael and grabbed his ass in turn.

"Hmm, I made you too skinny. I'll have to feed you extra to make these bones go away." Sherry murmured.

"You already feed me a lot." Michael noted.

"It's because I love you soooooooo muuuuuuch!" Sherry cooed.

*SMACK

Michael smacked her butt, just like she had smacked his butt earlier that day. She let out a pleased squeal, and lunged forward for a kiss.

*Mmmpppuuuaaahh!

Sherry kissed Michael extra hard, and then pecked her lips against his broad chest. Michael moved his hands upwards and gently stroked her soft hair again.

"Oh sweetie, if only I could get you to spank me like that more often~" Sherry sang.

...

"Where would you like me to touch you next?" Michael whispered in her ear.

Sherry shuddered in delight.

"My breasts! Touch my breasts please!" Sherry said excitedly

With her bra and blouse out of the way, Michael could get a good view of those succutits that Sherry kept attacking him with. While she jokingly called him a pervert when he held her hand, she didn't even bat an eye when he slowly traced his fingers down her collar bone and onto her perky pair.

"Gees, I can't get over how heavy these things are. They have to be killing your back." Michael remarked.

"Not at all sweetie, I hardly notice them. Except when you hold them so lovingly like right now~." Sherry sang.

...

"Turn around." Michael said nicely.

"O-okay." Sherry answered, uncertain.

Michael once again placed his hands on her shoulders, and Sherry was right on the verge of voicing a protest over his constant attention there. But Michael gently massaged her breasts, killing any words she had and replacing them with a long pleased moan.

"Ooooooohhhhh... I get it...~" Sherry moaned.

*Rub

*Massage

Michael kneaded her soft breasts like dough, making her shiver in delight.

...

Sherry was barely holding on to her tongue as Michael gave her a relaxing rub down. She wanted to moan and squeal and make all sorts of pleasurable sounds, but she didn't want him to stop, and she knew he would if he knew he was having that sort of effect. It was a real struggle to hold her composure. Her whole body felt like it was melting like hot butter, and she wondered how long she was going to be able to sit upright. Michael's hands seemed magical even with his inexperience, and her whole body tingled and flushed warmly. His hands wandered around, and he gave her nips a tweak on a whim.

"EEP!" Sherry squeaked.

She couldn't sit up anymore. Her body flopped forward on the couch, her hand on her mouth to stifle any further outbursts.

"What was that? Holy crap! Did you just... come?" Michael exclaimed.

"A little... whew~" Sherry breathed.

...

"Well uh, damn, you're sensitive. I guess that figures since you're a succubus and all." Michael reasoned.

And he went right back to giving her a massage. Sherry yelped, her body singing in pleasure from his touch. Her confused mind didn't know what to do, considering she had thought her fun was over. But it wasn't.

"Oh! Oh yes! Harder! Yes! Oh fuck! Never stop! I love iiiiiiiiiit~!" Sherry squealed.

*Ding Dong

"Nooooo! Why now?" Sherry whined.

Michael gently patted Sherry on the shoulder.

"It's okay. I'll get it." Michael said nicely.

Sherry popped up instantly, her hands quickly throwing her bra and blouse back on.

"No, I'll get it. I'll always get it." Sherry said firmly.

And with that, Sherry reluctantly slid off the couch and answered the door. Of course it was more trick or treaters, and she happily took the bag of candy and upended it in their buckets. She bade them farewell, and sashayed back to the couch.

"Hey uh, did you touch that candy with your hands just now?" Michael asked suddenly.

"Hmm? No, why?" Sherry asked.

"No reason." Michael said.

...

..

.

*POMF

Sherry plopped her rear on the couch, her hands immediately seeking his body out.

"Hehe... my turn~!" Sherry sang, flexing her fingers.

"Oh come on, can't you just..." Michael tried to argue.

"Shush you silly man. Turn around! I'll rub your back now!" Sherry exclaimed, laughing.

"...oh okay." Michael conceded.

He turned and let Sherry sit down behind him, her soft hands laying on his shoulders.

*Squeeze

Sherry squeezed her fingers, and Michael took a sharp breath.

...

"Oh. Ohhhh~... oooooohhhhhh" Michael moaned.

*THUMP

Michael fell forward, face down on the couch. Sherry kept right on rubbing his shoulders.

"Whhaaa...wha...wait! Your magic... making me..." Michael shuddered.

*Mmpuah!

*Chuchu

*Schlip

*Pwah!

Sherry kissed his neck over and over, rubbing his shoulders at the same time. Her whole body weight pressed down on him, her hot body radiating warmth.

"You're so aggressive..." Michael panted.

"But you wanted someone aggressive, didn't you? I can tell... you wanted a real woman. You're tired of those ignorant little ditzes that were at the college." Sherry whispered seductively.

"Mmm hmm." Michael agreed, humming.

"Those little GIRLS wouldn't know a good dick if it slapped them across the face." Sherry insisted.

Her hand slipped around and into his pants to cop a feel. Michael moaned loudly and began panting.

"Hehe, that's better. Just the sort of state I like to see you in." Sherry chuckled, grinning.

...

"Ha, I feel your body tremble. I sense you are about to pass out from pleasure again." Sherry laughed.

"Hah...hah... ahh... Sherry..." Michael moaned.

Sherry laughed again.

"Do you feel that burning in your blood? I feel that every moment of every day. That is love, and desire, and raw unfettered need. Something only I can quench." Sherry said.

Her hands cupped his trembling shoulders, casting all kinds of lewd nymphomancy spells.

...

..

.

~A While Later~

.

..

...

Michael was slumped back on the arm of the couch, his lidded eyes feverish. Sherry hadn't stopped kneading him like dough for what seemed like hours. It was at the point that he felt disconnected from his body, like he was floating. Her magic was having some strange effects on his body again, but he hadn't passed out for more than a few moments at a time.

*DING DONG

Michael's fevered eyes turned towards the door.

"Hey... the door. Trick or treaters." Michael murmured, patting Sherry's shoulder.

Sherry simply raised one of her hands and snapped her finger.

*CrackleWHOOSH

Michael watched as a bag of candy disappeared from beside the door, and was soon followed by frightened screaming coming from outside.

"Trick." Michael murmured.

...

..

.

*Deedle-oodoo deedle-oodoo deedle-oodoo-doo

"OH FOR GOODNESS SAKE! WHY MUST EVERYTHING INTERRUPT ME?!" Sherry exclaimed, frustrated.

Sherry dug her hand through the cargo pocket of Michael's pants. As she brought the phone up to her pointy ear, she also continued to cast spells on Michael with her free hand.

*Beep

"Hello?" Sherry asked sweetly.

..

...

Sherry glanced at Michael, who was still writhing in pleasure and being consumed more and more by her demonic energy.

"No he is indisposed at the moment. Who is calling?" Sherry asked.

.

..

...

"I see. Thank you, I shall tell him." Sherry said.

*Beep

Sherry's body rose up and away from Michael's, her crimson magic fluttering and fading away. Steam rose from Michael's body as he limply lay there, panting and completely overwhelmed. Every nerve that Sherry had touched was buzzing and reverberating in pleasure.

"How do you feel my sweet?" Sherry asked.

...

"Holy crap..." Michael panted.

"Hehe, I like that reaction~" Sherry laughed.

She leaned forward and planted a smooch on his lips while she straightened out his clothes. Before long she was helping him sit up, and she raked her perfectly manicured fingers through his damp hair.

"There, all ready to go. How's your legs? Did you lose all the string in them again?" Sherry asked.

"I think I can walk... but what's going on?" Michael asked.

Sherry beamed a smile at him, and took his hand.

*HUP!

Sherry pulled him to his feet, spun him around, and shoved him right back down in his old chair. Then she tugged and pulled the chair around towards his desk.

"What in the world are you..." Michael tried to ask.

*Ding Dong

"I should go get that." Sherry said hurriedly.

...

She jogged off to answer the door before Michael could get a word in edgewise. When the door swung open, a cacophony of sultry adult sounding feminine voices cried out.

"Trick or treat~!" The monster girl neighbors cheered.

"Hey, none of you are children!" Sherry laughed.

...

Michael straightened instantly, and his head swiveled around looking for the nearest window to escape through. A sudden compulsion to obtain a whip, chair, and pistol appeared in his mind.

...

"We know mistress, but we're not here for candy. We're here to invite you and Mike to a Halloween party." The monster girl neighbors explained.

Several faces peered around the doorframe and looked at Michael. Some had horns, some had slit pupils, and some had scales or other such extra attachments.

*Sniff

*SNIFF

*Snifflesniffsniff

The monster girls twitched their noses like dogs, and lewd grins formed on their faces.

"Woops, looks like you're already holding a party~. We'll come back another time." The monster girl neighbors said.

"Wait just a moment." Sherry instructed.

Sherry bolted towards the kitchen and quickly came back carrying a large glass cookie jar. It rattled and clinked, full to the brim with homemade rock candy.

"Give these to your husbands before you make love, and they will surely cum harder than they've ever done before." Sherry said.

The group of girls cooed and awed in excitement as they stared at the jar. Taking it, they said thank you all at once and disappeared in a flash. Sherry closed the door.

"Now that that's out of the way, back to you my love." Sherry said seductively.

*Schhhh

*Schhhh

*Schhhhcraaaape

Sherry finished pulling his chair around towards the desk, then gave it one last shove until his knees were under the desk.

"What ARE you doing?" Michael asked.

"The man on the phone hailed from the college. He said that you could finish your school work on the computer due to your good grades. Something about... testing out?" Sherry recounted.

"I'm surprised you even know what a computer is." Michael said.

"You mentioned it briefly once, and I simply remembered. Am I right?" Sherry asked.

Michael nodded.

"So I thought... since your school is so important to you... that you would want to do it. And I want to help in any way I can." Sherry explained, uncertain.

Michael rubbed his chin, his eyes glinting.

...

"Heh, I could finish my classes tonight if I work hard enough. Any chance I could get you to make me some coffee?" Michael asked nicely.

"Certainly!" Sherry responded happily.

And with that, Sherry was gone in a flash.

...

..

.

Michael smiled and turned to his computer. His finger reached over and poked the power button, and the clunky machine whirred to life. Michael had managed to get his hands on a bunch of free computer parts, which despite being a few years old still managed to work quite nicely. A few well planned small purchases ensured his old computer could keep up with even newer computers.

*Doo doo dii DOO!

His keyboard, a throwback to the eighties, happened to work perfectly on that modernish computer. It clicked and clacked reassuringly as he logged in and started up his normal programs. Almost immediately his computer began bleeping as several rapid fire chat messages showed up.

"DUDE! DUDE WHERE'VE YOU BEEN?!" Alistair messaged.

"I've been busy. Sorry I haven't been around." Michael messaged.

"You missed two game nights and the release of a new monster girl. What could've been so impor... it's almost like you got a girlfriend or something." Alistair messaged.

"Yeah I did. So what's the new monster girl?" Michael messaged.

There was a slight hesitation, and then a new message popped up for the monster girl wiki, which lead to a profile named Tsurara-onna. Michael clicked the link and read the profile with interest.

"Hey Sherry? Do you know of a monster girl species called a tshaura ona... or... rera oni.. oh hell." Michael called.

Sherry strolled out of the kitchen, curiosity written on her face. She glanced at the computer and read the name.

"Sure! I met a Tsurara-onna when I visited Zipangu. They're similar to a Yuki-onna, just a lot hornier." Sherry recounted.

"Hmm... and how long ago was it?" Michael asked.

"Oh, many a year ago." Sherry said.

Michael glanced at the release date on the wiki, then back to Sherry. Just as Alistair had said, that particular girl had been released by KC just a few days before.

...

"Is something troubling you my love?" Sherry asked.

"No. Just satisfying my own curiosity." Michael said.

"Oh." Sherry said.

...

"You're really bad at pronouncing words." Sherry teased.

"Am not!" Michael exclaimed.

"Then say my name. My actual name." Sherry chuckled.

Michael opened his mouth to cough out a retort, but the computer interrupted him.

*Bleep

Michael turned back to his computer and read a new message.

"I don't believe you." Alistair messaged.

"Huh?" Michael and Sherry both muttered.

...

*Bleep

"Nerds like us don't get girlfriends." Alistair messaged.

...

Michael and Sherry both looked at each other.

"What's a nerd?" Sherry asked.

...

*Bleep

"So if you're not going to tell me that's fine... just don't miss tonight's game night. :(" Alistair messaged.

"Aww...!" Sherry said.

Michael grabbed his camera off the shelf under his desk and turned in his chair towards Sherry. She straightened and eyed the lens of the camera nervously.

"Is... that a weapon?" Sherry asked.

"No. Do you think you could put on your human disguise... and say cheese?" Michael asked.

Sherry tilted her head in a puzzled fashion, but complied with his request. A red glow emanated from her body, and soon faded right along with her succubus bits. To the casual observer she looked like a normal human woman wearing normal human clothing.

"Cheese?" Sherry said.

*Click FLASH

Sherry jumped and rubbed her eyes when the camera flash went off.

"Thanks Sherry. That's it." Michael said.

Michael turned and plugged his camera into the computer, and started uploading the picture. Sherry came over and stood next to his chair, driven by curiosity.

"What in the world did you do to me?" Sherry asked.

"Just took your picture, nothing else." Michael reassured.

"Picture? Like... a fairth?" Sherry asked.

"Yep, just like that." Michael said.

Michael clicked send, and Sherry's awkwardly smiling face popped up in the chat window. Sherry looked at it in fascination and smiled wickedly.

"Hello me. You're looking irresistibly sexy today. All prettied up and ready to seduce your man." Sherry said seductively.

Michael looked at her sideways.

"You're complimenting yourself in the third person." Michael said dryly.

Sherry winked at Michael.

"Searraigh is a special woman. Searraigh... likes how Searraigh looks, because Searraigh knows Michael becomes aroused at Searraigh's appearance. Searraigh loves Michael." Sherry joked.

*Beep

Michael swiveled his head towards the computer and read the next message, and Sherry did as well.

"Whoa! You weren't lying! I recognize your apartment! Who's the babe?" Alistair messaged.

Before Michael could move, Sherry leaned forward and started typing on the keyboard like a pro. Michael sat back, scratched his head, and wondered how she had learned to type so quickly.

"Greetings! My name is Searraigh Fontaine, and I am Michael's wife. It is a pleasure to speak to you!" Sherry messaged.

"Hey wait a minute, won't he think it's odd if you're my wife but your last name is different?" Michael said quickly.

Sherry paused just short of hitting the return button to send the message.

"I hadn't considered that. Most monsters don't have a last name, but I was born human. Very well then, I will reflect that." Sherry said.

Sherry went back and re edited the message to edit out Fontaine, and hit enter.

... The chat was silent for several long moments.

..

.

*BEEPBEEPBEEP!

Countless messages began appearing. All the people who had been silent and letting Alistair speak decided to put in their two cents worth of messages. They ranged from disbelief to congrats, and some random gibberish like someone was beating their fist on a keyboard. The entire clan was losing their ever loving minds over the idea that someone as seemingly unwanted as Michael could get married, and to a beautiful woman to boot.

"Just for the record, I believe it just about as much as they do." Michael noted.

"Come now, there's no doubt I'm your wife. Perhaps we haven't done some foolish human ceremony, but what's the point in that?" Sherry asked.

"Well uh..." Michael tried to say.

"Will it make you love me more somehow? Will it make sex feel better?" Sherry asked.

"Not really." Michael said.

"Then it is pointless. We are mates." Sherry said firmly.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, giving him a squeeze.

"And if you ever doubt it, think a bit about who will always be there for you in your times of need. Think about the one who loves you more than anything in two worlds." Sherry pronounced.

"The one who will be there for me no matter what huh? So... who's that?" Michael joked.

Sherry recoiled in shock.

"ME YOU FOOL!" Sherry blurted.

"Hehehehe..." Michael chuckled.

"I should pull your ears for that! Pest!" Sherry sputtered.

Sherry shook her head and pouted, her arms crossed.

"That was really mean sweetie. Obviously you should think of me." Sherry said, unhappy.

"Oh I know that, I was just teasing you. I didn't actually mean it." Michael said, smiling sheepishly.

Sherry perked right up, and her normal smile returned.

"By the way... what do people do for last names in your world?" Michael asked.

"Human women take the last name of the man, and husbands of inma take the last names of their wives. At least... if that inma has a last name." Sherry explained.

"So... that means my last name is Fontaine." Michael said evenly.

"Only if you wish. Frankly I haven't spent a single moment thinking of it the entire time I've been here. Our last names are meaningless." Sherry said.

"I'm fine with that. On another note... do me a favor and never say the phrase 'would you kindly'." Michael said, wincing.

"Hmm? Why?" Sherry asked.

"Just humor me." Michael said evasively.

"Would you..." Sherry Fontaine started to say.

"AH! NO!" Michael exclaimed, raising his finger.

Sherry shrugged.

"Well... the two of us have many tasks at hand. Perhaps we should go about finishing them?" Sherry suggested.

Michael glanced towards the computer monitor, where the countless comments about his marriage remained unanswered. Behind the chat window was the internet browser, which was already connected to the college portal.

"Yeah. No kidding. How about that coffee?" Michael sighed.

"As you wish sweetie." Sherry said.

Michael turned back to his computer and bade Alistair and the others goodbye for a while. He wanted to get some homework done. They protested his refusal to comment on his marriage, but he ignored their protests as well.

...

..

.

Time marched by unnoticed by Michael as he descended deep down the rabbit hole of circuit formulas and programming. When Sherry had brought him coffee and snacks, she had to wave her hands in front of his face to break his concentration. He had to shuffle countless papers out of the way for her to fit the snacks on the desk. He distantly thanked her and stuck his nose back in his book.

...

"Sweetie, don't let your food get cold." Sherry said, concerned.

"Mhm..." Michael hummed.

When the door bell rang and Sherry gave candy to kids, he hardly noticed. He sank deeper and deeper into his work over the next few hours. When he reached for his cold coffee, his missed his mouth and managed to hit his nose.

*Clunk

"Sweetie! Are you alright?" Sherry asked.

"Sure, I could use a refill." Michael said, distracted.

...

Without even handing the cup to Sherry, he back to work. Sherry waited until he wasn't looking, then snatched away his plate and cup. Hot refills soon followed. As Michael was so distracted, Sherry quickly stepped out for a time to run to the store for more candy for the kids.

...

..

.

Later on, after Sherry returned, Michael was still busy working on a formula on a whiteboard just as she had left him. Sherry came over and gently shook his shoulder.

"Sweetie, you should take a break." Sherry said.

"I will as soon as I finish." Michael muttered, distracted.

*Pat pat

...

*Prodpatpat

"Sweetie..." Sherry pressed.

Michael sighed and put down his whiteboard marker and papers, and looked up to her. He wasn't annoyed, but he was trying to focus.

"Thank you. Now... I've looked all over the house, but I can't seem to find your pipe. Where do you keep it sweetie?" Sherry asked nicely.

"My what?" Michael asked.

"Your pipe. You know... for smoking. In fact, I notice you haven't smoked at all since I've gotten here." Sherry explained.

Michael remained in stunned silence.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Sherry asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Um... what made you think I smoke?" Michael asked nicely.

Sherry's face turned even more confused.

"I just assumed. I mean... most men smoke don't they? They do where I'm from." Sherry said, uncertain.

"Well I don't, so..." Michael said.

"You don't?! What in the...oh wait. Is it because you couldn't afford to?" Sherry asked.

"Nah. I was killing myself fast enough with soda, so I thought smoking was redundant." Michael quipped.

"Oh sweetie..." Sherry said softly.

Michael chuckled.

...

Michael silently resumed his studies, his marker making faint squeaking noises against the whiteboard.

*POP

Michael's head whirled around, and Sherry looked up from a bottle of wine she was holding. She looked startled at his reaction.

"Where'd you get that?" Michael asked.

"I found a bottle of wine that seemed pleasant when I went out earlier." Sherry explained, smiling.

...

"I didn't even know you stepped out." Michael noted.

"Oh well, you seemed busy. So I just went ahead and left without saying anything. Sorry if that was wrong." Sherry said.

"I don't care. You're a free person, you can go wherever you want." Michael said dismissively.

...

Sherry poured and offered him a glass of wine.

"I know you drink it. Have some wine with me sweetie~" Sherry sang.

"Okay, I guess I can take a couple minutes..." Michael relented, smiling.

...

..

.

More time passed as Michael worked out complex circuit diagrams on the white board. Sherry watched his every move from the couch, but couldn't make heads or tails of the formulas or drawings he was making. Completely baffled, Sherry waited nearby in case Michael needed even some small thing. She made countless runs to the kitchen for more coffee, and she began to worry he was drinking too much.

"Sweetie, is there anything I can do to help?" Sherry asked.

"...10k ohm reciprocal plus 1.5kohm reciprocal... reciprocal again... *unintelligible... current equals voltage divided by resistance... current total equals 450 miliamps... power equals voltage times current... yes of course wrong decimal place... stupid fat finger..." Michael mumbled to himself.

"He reminds me of a wizard I knew once. Utterly brilliant... and utterly mad." Sherry thought.

"...second stage amplification... 1kilohertz frequency... AvoL... unity gain of... *unintelligible... 250 millivolts peak to peak..." Michael mumbled.

...

"Sweetie, I'm going to take my clothes off." Sherry said.

..Silence.

.

*Shuffle

*Shed

"I'm naked sweetie~. Look at my swaying titties!" Sherry cooed.

"Hmmp." Michael grunted.

...

"I don't believe it. I can't believe it! There's no possible way... he just said hhmp to my tits! " Sherry thought in shock.

And with that, Sherry slunk into the kitchen in defeat. Her clothes got put on again, and she pouted in the kitchen as she fiddled with a couple of her culinary projects. She chopped some veggies, and the cutting board got a little extra abuse because of her frustration.

*TINK

The knife went right through the board, and embedded itself in the counter top.

"Oh dear!" Sherry thought.

She glanced around the corner at Michael to see if he heard what happened, but he was still sitting and quietly muttering formulas to himself. Then he would get really excited, type something on his computer, and then begin the process all over again. Often he broke out a calculator and typed out something, only to return to the whiteboard and write something new down.

...

The day dragged on and turned into evening, and the light coming in the windows dimmed. Sherry found herself sitting on the couch near Michael, completely bored out of her succubus skull. When Michael yawned and stretched in his seat, Sherry was smack in the middle of playing with herself. She jerked and pulled her fingers out, straightening.

*Coughcough

"Ahem... is there anything I can get you?" Sherry asked casually.

"More coffee please." Michael said distantly.

"But sweetie you already have a cup." Sherry said.

"Hmm?" Michael intoned.

He looked down at his desk and saw the cup of coffee, and took a drink.

"Thanks! That was fast!" Michael said ignorantly.

Sherry was about to argue, but she decided that it was pointless and shrugged her shoulders. With nothing else to do, she went back to jilling herself off.

...

After another half hour had passed and night was well established, Michael finally finished the last problem for that class. He threw up his hands and whooped loudly, which made Sherry jump to her feet in surprise.

"You mother fracker I read your BOOK! I got you!" Michael exulted.

Grinning triumphantly, Michael slammed his finger on the enter button and submitted his final exam to the class's online page.

"Frack you to all and to all... GOOD FRACKING RIDDANCE!" Michael said.

"You're done? Finally?" Sherry asked with hope filled eyes.

...

Michael turned and looked at her like she was a crazy person.

...

"No way. I've still got two more classes to finish." Michael said, as if stating the obvious.

Sherry wilted visibly, just like a flower without water in the desert heat.

"Oh. I see. Then I shall fetch you some more coffee." Sherry said, distraught.

"Thanks, I could use it." Michael said.

Right after he said that, he yawned and stretched. He minimized all his schoolwork and brought up the local news webpage so he could take a little break. Sherry took off into the kitchen in search of more coffee.

...

Michael sat forward, scanning the screen intently. His face twisted up in a scowl.

"Damn." Michael cussed.

"What's the matter sweetie?" Sherry called.

"They rescheduled the car show! All because of the fracking army national guard!" Michael griped.

"To what day did they change it?" Sherry called from the kitchen.

"Just over two weeks from today, and they moved it to... " Michael started

...

"Oh no freaking way. They merged it with that show?" Michael coughed, surprised.

"Which show?" Sherry asked.

"The big car show in Vegas. Frack." Michael cussed.

Sherry came back carrying a cup of coffee and handed it to Michael, then quickly scanned the news article with her red eyes.

"What's a Vegas?" Sherry asked.

"Las Vegas. It's a big city a ways away from here." Michael explained.

*Scoff

"There's another city even larger than this one? By the Maoyu! You humans don't fool around!" Sherry exclaimed, scoffing in disbelief.

"It's a long drive. So I take it you don't want to go?" Michael asked.

"Don't be silly! A little traveling would do this adventurer's heart some good! I look forward to it!" Sherry said excitedly.

Sherry disappeared off into the kitchen again and Michael smiled after her.

"I kind of wish I could have gone on some of the adventures that girl's been on." Michael thought.

*BEEP

Michael looked up at his monitor, and he saw there was a new message from his friends.

"NEEEEEEEERD! It's time to get your game on!" Alistair messaged.

Michael sank back into his chair and sighed.

...

..

.

"I need a break anyways. Why not." Michael murmured.

Michael laid his fingers on the keyboard and clacked out a short reply.

"OK guys, I'll meet you on the voice chat." Michael messaged.

Michael reached over and straightened out his boom microphone and swung it around so it was positioned within speaking range. Starting the appropriate software only took him a few seconds more, and before long he was happily greeting his friends.

"...hey Hey HEY guys! It's been a while! Sorry I missed the other game nights." Michael said cheerfully.

Sherry poked her head into the living room and looked at him, and smiled when she realized he was just taking a break and speaking with friends. Their voices came over his speakers loud and clear.

"It's all cool. Could you do the live stream this time?" The clan asked.

Michael's voice choked instantly. He was worried about what would happen if Sherry were to walk in front of the camera. Looking around, he saw Sherry's wing and tail bobbing as she worked in the kitchen.

"I don't know guys. I'd rather not." Michael said.

"C'mon man! We're scheduled to stream and my camera broke, and you're the only other one with good internet! People are waiting!" Alistair pressed.

.

..

...

"Frack. Alright." Michael relented.

He angled his web camera down so that only his chair area could be seen, and not much behind.

"Thanks Mike!" The clan cheered.

"But just for an hour or so. I can't stick around all night, I have school work to finish." Michael said.

"So just a quickie?" Alistair asked, chuckling.

"Yep." Michael said, absent mindedly.

It would turn out that a casual joke made by his friend, and his mindless agreement with it, would turn out to be a disaster in the making. Michael didn't know it at the time, but a certain sharp eared succubus was listening in on his conversation.

...

As soon as Michael's friends saw his image over the internet, they all gasped in shock.

"Whoa Mike, what happened to you? You lost weight!" The clan exclaimed.

Michael stammered badly, having completely forgotten his miraculous weight loss in recent days.

"II~I had surgery." Michael lied.

"Dang man! Looking good!" The clan complimented.

Michael moved some of his school things out of the way and tried to organize his desk, to make more room for his mouse and keyboard.

...

..

"What the fuck is that?!" A friend exclaimed.

"Hmm? What's what?" Michael asked.

Michael continued organizing his desk, assuming his friend meant something in game. They were already playing, and the faint sound of game play came over the voice link. At least... until everyone stopped playing all at once.

"Did the server crash?" Michael asked innocently.

" WHAT THE HELL?!" The clan shouted in a jumble of voices.

And then it finally dawned on him. His eyes went wide as that familiar otherworldly tingle hit the nape of his neck. That tingling feeling he got every time Sherry focused her eyes on him, just like when she had been stalking him the night they met. He whirled his head around behind him, looking for her.

"Shit! They probably saw her horns! I shouldn't have..." Michael thought.

...

*Ziiiip

"*gasp... NO!" Michael cried.

While Michael wasn't looking, Sherry had quietly and expertly ducked down and slipped like a ghost under his desk. Michael never noticed because the table he was using for a desk had a table cover on it. By the time Michael realized what was happening, it was far too late. Sherry was giving him a blow job on live stream.

"What the fuck! Stop streaming you fucking pervert!" The clan leader shouted.

"Is that what I think it is?" Alistair murmured, stunned.

Michael reached his shaking hand out towards his keyboard, desperate to hit the special hotkey to break the video feed. Sherry intercepted his hand half way and redirected it to wrap his fingers around one of her horns. She forced his fingers to wrap tightly around the base near her scalp.

"Noooooooo!" Michael wailed.

*Hmm sclurp suck

*Smack

*Licklicklick

*SUUUUUUUUUUUCK

"AHH HHHAAHAA AAA Ahhh hhhhahhhhh mmmnmnnmmmnnnnn" Michael moaned.

The jabbering on the voice chat fell to stunned silence, shocked at what they had just witnessed. Sherry was too busy happily licking up the sweet treat she had just squeezed out of Michael to really care. The clan members watched in morbid curiosity.

"I swallowed it all sweetie. See? I didn't miss a drop!" Sherry said proudly.

"Oh my god!" The clan exclaimed.

Sherry slowly slid up from under the desk. Threading her body through the gap between the desk and the chair, she crept up until she was face to face with Michael. Her tail bobbed behind her and wrapped around his wrist.

...

"Shit! Her magic again! I can't move! I'm too sensitive!" Michael thought.

...

"What the hell is that thing?" The clan cried.

"That's a succubus! I must be dreaming!" Alistair whispered in awe.

"This is no dream. This is very real. Your eyes do not deceive you." Sherry said, winking at the camera.

Sherry turned back to Michael and snuck in for a kiss. His hand twitched, struggling to try to reach the kill key on the keyboard. She grabbed his hand and redirected it to her breasts. Wolf whistles came from the speakers.

...

She smirked. Being watched was making her excited, and it was making her even more anxious to do naughty things to Michael.

...

Sherry gently but firmly clutched the back of Michael's head and forced him closer until their lips met. Once their lips firmly met, Sherry wasted no time exploring his mouth.

"Ewwww! She just sucked him off!" Someone exclaimed.

Sherry made a show of kissing extra lewdly with lots of sound, because they were being watched. Then Sherry broke away from the kiss and looked directly at the camera again.

"This is how much I love my husband." Sherry pronounced.

"DO YOU HAVE A SISTER?" A clan member blurted.

Sherry broke out in a pleased smile.

"I have many sisters, and gaining more by the day." Sherry said knowingly.

"Mike! Hook me up bro! HOOK ME UP!" A second clan member begged.

Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing. Countless voices were calling out to him, saying similar things.

...

And just then, the live stream died. People in the voice chat started howling.

"Where the fuck did the picture go?" The clan shouted.

And that was the last thing Michael heard before the audio cut too. On the monitor, a message appeared.

...

"YOU HAVE BEEN BANNED FROM THIS SERVER... REASON: INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR."

...

"THE COMMUNITY HAS CLOSED THIS CHANNEL DUE TO TERMS OF SERVICE VIOLATIONS..."

The only person who had the power to not only shut down his livestream remotely and ban him from both, was the owner of the clan. The same one who had called him a fucking pervert. Thus... ended Michael's days as a member of the clan.

...

"Well that was rude. There's nothing wrong with a little public exhibitionism... EEP!." Sherry squeaked.

Michael grabbed her shoulder and violently shoved her away from him before she could finish.

...

..

.

If the apartment didn't have wards on it to block sound coming out, the neighbors would have heard quite the earful in the minutes that followed. Sherry couldn't help but slap her hands over her sensitive ears as Michael made a sound she didn't know he could make.

"HOLY SHIT! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT TO ME GOD DAMN IT! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?" Michael howled.

...

..

.

Michael found himself in the bathroom, splashing water on his face. His hands were shaking, and his head was pulsing, just from how angry he had gotten. Sherry was standing just outside the door, her face seemingly permanently etched in sorrow.

"I'm so sooo sorry sweetie. I didn't know. I thought..." Sherry tried to apologize.

"Shut the frack up. I don't want to hear it." Michael spat.

...

*Sniff

Sherry twirled her head and looked inside the bathroom, seeing him slumped over the sink.

"... are you crying?" Sherry asked, shocked.

*Sniff

"No I'm not. Shut up." Michael grumbled, wincing.

*Sniff

*Chokesniff

Michael used his foot to kick the door shut, locking Sherry outside.

...

..

.

Sherry listened with a sinking heart as Michael broke out crying in the bathroom, her sharp succubus ears easily picking out the quiet sound even through the door. She didn't know it at the time, but Michael had been a part of that clan ever since he was a young teenager. Those people were his friends... his only friends. Even at his worst, Michael had always found ways to talk to them. But thanks to Sherry, his friends didn't want anything to do with him anymore. Of all the things Michael had been through in his life, that one crushed him the most.

...

Sherry quickly broke the lock and barged into the bathroom. Michael jerked in surprise, his back winding up against the towel rack. His eyes were red and puffy, and he was still choking out sobs.

"You can't keep me away, especially right now." Sherry said.

Before he could say a single word, Sherry jumped all over him and pushed him against the wall. She planted countless wet kisses all over his cheeks, both as an apology and an attempt to make him feel better. Her tongue jabbed into his mouth, whirling around like a blender while her body squished against him. She even licked his cheeks and pecked her soft lips on his eyes. Her hand crept towards his fly, her fingers plucking at his zipper.

"mmMMmM! MMM NO!" Michael cried.

*SWISH

Michael pushed her away, and grabbed a handful of shower curtain which he used as a weapon. While she was busy untangling herself from the plastic sheet, Michael was running out of the bathroom.

...

She followed him out to the living room, where she silently but quickly glided after him. Eventually she managed to get close enough to lunge, and she pinned him against the wall with her knee between his legs.

*THUD

*SMOOOOOOOCH

"I'm not letting you get away twice." Sherry said softly.

Michael still resisted, so she held her hand out and cast a teleportation spell. A drinking glass full of strange liquid appeared in her palm.

"Drink this sweetie, it will make you feel better." Sherry said softly.

Michael shook his head side to side. Sherry pressed it to his lips, but he still refused. Her seemingly delicate hands had to hold on with a death grip to keep him restrained.

"No more drugs." Michael refused, still sobbing.

"It's not a drug. It's a potion, and it's harmless. Sherry said firmly.

...

"Drink it." Sherry said.

...

"Drink it!" Sherry pressed.

...

*Sluuurp

*Smooch

Sherry took a sip, and then kissed him in order to force him to swallow it.

"MMMPH! Mmm...mmmmm... hah hah hah..." Michael panted.

Sherry tried pressing the glass to his lips again, and he was much more cooperative the second time.

"Drink it aaaaallll down. That's it. Good boy. You'll feel much better soon." Sherry reassured.

*Glug... glug... glug...

"There we go. Much better. Shhh... your loving wifey will make you feel all better." Sherry cooed.

She smiled reassuringly and brushed his cheek with her soft hand.

"There's no need to be upset my love. Everything will be fine." Sherry reassured.

"They... were my friends. The only friends I...I..." Michael said, choking up.

"Now now, don't think about it sweetie. Just give the potion a chance to work its magic fully." Sherry hummed.

Michael shuddered, shaking his head.

"I... don't like it. What was that?" Michael complained.

Sherry held up the glass, which was still half full.

"This The same thing you had this morning. A sensitivity potion." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

She tipped it over and drank the rest herself.

"Don't fight it. The more you fight it, the stronger the potion will affect you." Sherry said softly.

...

Sherry began guiding an increasingly disorientated Michael towards the couch. He sat with a thump.

"Sherry..." Michael murmured.

"Hold on sweetie, here it comes. Just hold on a little longer." Sherry soothed.

Sherry sank down to her knees on the floor and pulled his pants down with her. Her blouse soon came off, and Michael's shaft got wrapped up in succubus tit flesh.

"I bet it feels just as good as my pussy. Don't worry sweetie, I'll give you lots of loving until you're feeling better. Then we can talk about it." Sherry cooed.

"Why...is sex...always the... solution...for you..." Michael murmured.

By then Michael was completely gone. His vision narrowed into a tunnel, with only Sherry at the distant end of it. His whole world warped strangely, and his senses of touch seemed amplified ten times. Every little thing caused incredible sensations to shoot through his body.

.

..

...

~Later~

...

*Smooch

...

*Smooch

...

Sherry slowly kissed Michael, working her lips and swapping saliva like savoring a piece of hard candy. Simultaneously, Sherry's hand slid up and down his rod in a gentle rhythm.

"Welcome back sweetie~" Sherry sang.

She kissed him extra hard to greet him.

"I like it much better when you're calm. When you're upset, your heart beats so quickly I fear it will burst forth from your chest. It's much better to be calm... and docile." Sherry said gently.

...

"If you must get excited about something, then get excited over my body. I am your wife after all." Sherry said.

She kissed him several times all at once.

"Those so called friends of yours were no good. You're better off without them." Sherry said suddenly.

Her tone of voice had changed from sweet to serious just like that, and then right back to sweet again.

"You flew away on a cloud of euphoria sweetie. It was so wonderful seeing you with that wonderful smile on your face, as I slowly rub my entire body against you." Sherry cooed.

Sherry kept right on toying with his body as she spoke, her words coming between clusters of wet kisses. Her voice went serious once again.

"They sent you more messages. I read them. Every last one asks you for something, and has no concern for your feelings right now." Sherry recounted.

Michael's expression turned sour.

"So... I don't have any friends anymore..." Michael said, dejected.

"Not true. You have me. I'll be all the friend you want, and your loving sexpot wife too." Sherry countered.

Michael thought about it for a moment, and then eventually broke out in a smile. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her.

"Thank you. I know you'll always be here." Michael said softly.

Sherry's expression melted, and she hugged him back even tighter.

"Always, forever, and for an eternity. I promise." Sherry vowed.

They were silent for a long time, with Michael quietly hugging Sherry. His head leaned against her shoulder, his eyes closed.

...

"I was never very good at making friends." Michael admitted softly.

Sherry briefly formed a devilish smile.

"Don't worry sweetie, I'll help you make lots of new friends. Good friends, who won't throw you away." Sherry said.

Michael casually waved his hand.

"I don't need any of that. I'm done trying. If nobody wants me, then I don't want them." Michael said.

Sherry grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, and roughly kissed him.

"I want you." Sherry said huskily.

...

..

.

*BEEP

The computer had been left turned on, even after all the chaos that had resulted from the livestream. Michael had been far too out of sorts to turn it off.

"Hey, sweetie." Sherry said.

She squeezed his hand, gently shaking it. He tilted his head and looked bleary eyed towards the computer screen.

"Look. A true friend has appeared." Sherry said.

Michael squinted as he read the message on the screen. There were in fact, just as Sherry had said, very many messages on the screen. Almost everyone in the clan had messaged him privately, and almost every message was a variation of the same thing. Somebody wanting something from him. Namely... their very own copy of Sherry. But he already knew about those messages, and he didn't care. There was one message that stood out, and it was the one Sherry was pointing to.

"MIKE! Are you alright? FFS RESPOND! WHERE ARE YOU?"

The message was from Alistair.

"Is she hurting you? Do I need to call the cops? Damn it man... where the fuck are you?" Alistair messaged frantically.

...

"Unlike the others, he cares more about your well being than his own selfish desires. That... is a true friend." Sherry said.

She pulled the keyboard off the desk and plopped it in their laps, and gently prodded his arm.

"That one is worthy. Despite what you think, you did find a good friend. So don't leave him in the dark." Sherry said.

...

Michael splayed his fingers across the keyboard, and began typing.

"I'm here." Michael messaged.

Alistair came back instantly, the little warning at the bottom of the chat window indicating he was typing a message.

"Are you ok? She's not the evil kind of succubus is she? Like the ones in manga who kill blokes?" Alistair messaged.

Sherry immediately grumbled in displeasure the moment she read the message.

"Why must everyone believe those awful lies?" Sherry griped.

...

"Go on sweetie. Tell him how wonderful I am. Tell him about how good we are in bed." Sherry encouraged.

...

Michael started typing.

"Help me. She crushed my pelvis. I think my hips are broken. Send help. My address is 123 Help." Michael messaged.

"Sweetie! No! How could you say that!?" Sherry exclaimed.

She immediately stuffed her hands directly in his crotch, without so much as a little warning.

"I'm always so delicate with your beloved cock, and your beloved hips. I wouldn't ever hurt them!" Sherry insisted.

...

"Hmm... I don't feel any injury. I can't sense anything with my magic either. Where does it hurt?" Sherry murmured.

...

"Your lower half seems fine. In fact, it's quite perfect in all the right ways~. You're a ~fine~ example of a healthy hunk~." Sherry sang.

Michael shuddered.

"Man, it's weird being sexually objectified like that. I'm not used to it." Michael noted.

"There's nothing wrong with being sexually objectified. I wish you would look at me sexually too." Sherry explained.

"I don't think I could do that." Michael said.

"Well I do it. I see you as a full blown hunk, with a tight ass and perfectly sized arms. And you're huge too. I can't help but get wet thinking about you." Sherry said, grinning.

Michael was at a loss for words to argue against her very blunt statement. He might have started with some have baked retort, but his thoughts were interrupted by a loud jingling coming from the computer.

"Pick up Mike. I want to talk in voice." Alistair messaged.

Michael reached towards the mouse and clicked on the flashing voice chat button.

...

"Mike?" Alistair asked.

"Yeah. I'm here." Michael said.

"Oh thank god." Alistair exclaimed.

"Tch..." Sherry hissed quietly.

...

"Good. Now... let's start a private video chat." Alistair said with a firm tone.

"Um, why?" Michael questioned.

"Just do it man!" Alistair shot.

...

Michael quietly shooed Sherry off him, straightened his clothes, and repositioned his webcam. Sherry tried to squeeze in again, but he shooed her away once more until she was out of the frame.

"Oh boo!" Sherry pouted.

*Bleep

The familiar face of Michael's old friend appeared on the computer, sitting at an all too familiar desk in a far away apartment. Alistair leaned closer to his monitor, his eyes narrowed to suspicious slits.

...

Alistair looked Michael over multiple times, with several long silent moments passing by.

...

..

"Is she here?" Alistair asked.

"Yeah. She's right here." Michael said, pointing.

Sherry leaned over, smiled at the camera, and waved.

...

"Make her go away." Alistair insisted, on the verge of harsh.

It was Michael's turn to narrow his eyes. But not in anger. In confusion.

"Sherry, could you..." Michael tried to say.

"It's alright sweetie. I'll step into the kitchen for a moment and get you something to drink." Sherry said sweetly.

And just like that, she wandered off. Alistair waited silently and patiently until Michael signaled her departure.

"Mike... where's that gun of yours?" Alistair asked.

"My Beretta? It's uh... somewhere... oh here it is." Michael said.

He snatched the Beretta off the far end of his desk, and showed it to Alistair on the webcam.

"Show me the bullets." Alistair said.

"You mean cartridges." Michael teased.

"Yeah whatever. Just let me see them." Alistair insisted, annoyed.

...

"Oh I get it. I know what he's doing." Michael thought.

...

Michael hit the magazine eject button near the heel of the pistol, and withdrew the loaded magazine. He showed it to Alistair, who seemed to relax a little.

"Now, show it to me with one loaded." Alistair demanded.

Michael stuffed the magazine back in the grip, turned the pistol over, and showed Alistair that there was already one in the chamber. He leaned even closer to the monitor.

"Now thumb it. The hammer." Alistair insisted.

Michael thumbed the hammer back, as Sherry watched silently from the kitchen. She was utterly confused as to what was going on. Confused and worried.

"Now... hold it like you're going to use it." Alistair directed.

Michael gripped the pistol, his fingers wrapping around the old familiar grip. He came just shy of resting his finger on the trigger, making sure never to actually touch it. Alistair practically had his nose in his monitor.

"Now tell me, as clear as day whether that woman is hurting you." Alistair instructed.

"Sherry isn't hurting me in any way, shape, or form. I promise. And she's not holding me hostage, or forcing me to say anything. I'm totally free. And armed." Michael said confidently.

Alistair let out a long relieved sigh, and sank back into his seat with a thump. He slowly nodded, a smile forming on his face. He watched happily as Michael decocked the pistol and set it aside safely.

"Fucking brilliant." Alistair sighed.

Sherry emerged from the kitchen, bringing a glass for Michael. She set it down, and sank down next to him so she could hug his arm.

"What was all that about?" Sherry asked, unhappy.

"Alistair wanted to know if you were hurting me, and he wanted to be sure I wasn't being coerced." Michael explained.

"Righto, that's it. I knew you always have that dodgy old pistol laying around wherever you go." Alistair said, nodding.

...

"Lol." Alistair pronounced, rolling his tongue.

...

"Should've known it was you from that damp squib of a joke." Alistair jabbed.

"Hey! It was funny!" Michael argued.

"You nicked it from that youtube comedian... whatever his name was." Alistair retorted.

...

..

.

"Mine was better." Michael muttered under his breath.

"I'm just glad it was a jest, or I was about to be very concerned." Sherry remarked, clutching his arm.

"No, you actually did crush my pelvis the other day. Remember?" Michael noted.

...

Alistair observed Sherry clinging to Michael's arm with suspicion. He wondered if there was still something amiss.

..

.

"THE OCARINA!" Sherry exclaimed, suddenly remembering.

She jumped out of the seat, making his desk rattle. He chuckled as he watched her take off like a rabbit, and he went back to chatting with Alistair.

"In all seriousness though, I'm alright. She's not that that type of succubus. She's the good kind, from the MGE." Michael said.

"That's a relief. But... where the bloody hell did she come from?" Alistair asked.

...

"No you don't get it. She's literally from the MGE." Michael said.

...

Alistair leaned back, raking his hand through his hair as his eyes went wide.

...

"Druella sent her here. She came from Lescatie. The demon lord was even involved. She's the real thing!" Michael added.

...

"Fucking brilliant!" Alistair finally exclaimed.

...

"If I hadn't seen it for myself though..." Alistair muttered.

...

Sherry strolled in right at that moment, and plopped a kiss right on his cheek. She gently placed the ocarina down in a safe spot on Michael's desk, and sashayed away.

...

"I know what you mean. I'd have a hard time believing it too, but here she is. So what's happening in the clan?" Michael asked.

"I don't know. The chief kicked everyone that didn't like him shutting down the stream. Then he kicked me for starting all this in the first place." Alistair said.

"I'm sorry." Michael said, sorrowful.

"Don't be. It's not your fault." Alistair said.

Silence ensued, and Michael fidgeted uncomfortably. They both wanted to broach the subject, but they were finding it difficult to find the words. Michael didn't want to sound like he was making excuses, and Alistair didn't want to offend his friend.

...

"So... that um... why did you have her do that on livestream?" Alistair asked hesitantly.

"I didn't know Sherry was going to do that to me! She overheard us talking, and she got the wrong idea!" Michael blurted.

"What?" Alistair coughed.

"The quickie thing! I wanted to stop her, but she's too strong! I... I..." Michael trailed off.

...

"Did I hear the magical word?" Sherry asked.

Sherry appeared as if out of thin air, and plopped herself down in Michael's lap. It was milliseconds before she was already planting wet kisses on his cheek.

"Do you want me to show your friend how much I love you? Surely a demonstration would alleviate his worries." Sherry said hotly.

Sherry pressed forward, planting more and more kisses all over Michael's face. Slowly but surely she was making her way to his lips, where she fully intended to lewdly french kiss him into submission.

"Stop it!" Michael complained, pushing her away.

Michael tried to get some room from her, but she simply pushed past his attempts to push her away. She squeezed in even tighter.

"Stop what? Stop loving you? I can't do that sweetie." Sherry cooed.

She lunged forward and forced her lips against his, and kissed him fiercely. He had to struggle just to push her away enough to speak.

"Please stop. Don't do me like this twice!" Michael pleaded.

Her eyebrow shot up, and she slowly looked towards the computer monitor. Alistair was watching intently, without muttering so much as a single word.

...

..

.

"You there. Friend of my husband. I do not appreciate your implying that I would ever hurt him." Sherry said, frowning.

"Do you really think I care love?" Alistair said mockingly.

Michael formed a small smile as Sherry sat upright and argued back. Sherry began ranting about all the misinformation being spread around about inma, and how inma couldn't hurt people. How they use special magic to disable instead of kill in fights, and how they would much rather spend their time making love than making hate.

...

After Sherry fell silent, Alistair looked to Michael and completely ignored her.

"So... is she good or is she the bad kind of succubus?" Alistair asked.

"Why you..." Sherry growled.

"She's fine. Although she did smack me pretty good the other day." Michael noted.

"WA?! STOP THAT! STOP FUELING THE LIES!" Sherry bellowed.

*Smoochsmooch

"I said I was sorry sweetie. Didn't you forgive me?" Sherry whispered.

"I did. But I'm not sugar coating anything. Alistair isn't one for bull shit." Michael said.

Alistair bobbed his head in agreement.

"Did it hurt?" Alistair asked.

"Yep. Not as much as what I gave back though." Michael said.

Alistair flinched and grinned knowingly.

...

"I suppose... I should be glad Alistair cares so much." Sherry relented.

Alistair formed a subtle pleased expression, and looked away from the camera. He had learned what he really needed to learn, that Sherry really was a good succubus. His friend wasn't getting abused, and he didn't have anything to worry about anymore.

A few moments passed by silently, with Sherry gently rubbing Michael's arm and whispering her apologies in his ear. Not that Michael was really listening.

*Clickclackclick

*Taptaptap

...

"Hey Mike..." Alistair said.

"Hmm? Yeah?" Michael said, snapping to attention.

"I just got the news. The chief booted the last one from the org. Now the bloody wanker is all alone in his little world." Alistair said.

"The guy's always been a loner, and now he's going to be alone. I pity him." Michael said.

"We're all loners Mike, he's just alone for a good reason." Alistair said.

...

"Although, you're not a loner anymore. You've got a proper girl now." Alistair said.

Another pause, and Michael winced for the question that was about to come.

...

..

.

"I think you know what I'm about to ask." Alistair said.

"Oh shit." Michael muttered.

...

"C'mon man! Don't make me beg! I'm the one who introduced you to monster girls in the first place!" Alistair pleaded.

Michael hesitated. Sherry squeezed his arm again.

"Is this true? Did this man introduce you to inma?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah. He did. It was a while ago, he showed me an entry to the encyclopedia. I got hooked ever since." Michael explained.

Alistair chuckled.

"My word, that art is fantastic though." Alistair added.

Sherry prodded Michael's side and gestured towards the monitor, her red eyes glinting.

"Answer him. Go on!" Sherry urged.

"Wait a sec, I don't think..." Michael tried to say.

"Answer him!" Sherry pressed, prodding repeatedly.

*PokePokePoke

Sherry got annoyed, and turned towards the monitor herself to answer Alistair's plea.

"Good sir, I cannot proclaim to know you as well as sweetie. But I believe you to be a friend, and I would have you come here post haste." Sherry said.

Alistair's eyebrows shot up.

"Come there? To Arizona? I... could be on a plane within a week." Alistair said slowly.

...

"Is that too soon?" Alistair asked, uncertain.

"Not at all. You could say we monster girls are always ready to go~." Sherry sang.

...

"Is that really okay with you Mike?" Alistair asked, still uncertain.

"All I can promise is crappy American beer, and steaks when you get here. Oh and lots of monster girls." Michael said, grinning.

...

..

.

"I'll beep you when I'm on the 747." Alistair said hurriedly.

*BLOOP

And just like that, Alistair was gone in a flash. Michael soon saw all the status messages for Alistair switch to offline. He sighed and quietly placed his keyboard back on his desk. Sherry caught his hand on the way back, and she squeezed it.

"A week? Where does your friend live?" Sherry asked.

"A couple thousand miles away, in another country called Canada." Michael said.

Sherry slowly shook her head.

"Incredible. To travel such distances so quickly... is incredible. For a human that is." Sherry said.

"Yeah, and we'd better be ready for him when he gets here. It's cool that we're going to finally meet in person." Michael remarked.

"Agreed, I wish to meet him as well." Sherry said.

She turned on him and planted her lips on his forcefully all at once, forcing a muffled cry of surprise out of Michael.

"MMMMMMUAH~! I can't handle it when you turn me away. It makes me really sad!" Sherry said, unhappy.

"Look I get it. And you know I don't want to turn you away. But doing it in front of my friends..." Michael said.

"Let go of your human inhibitions! They are POINTLESS! Why can't you see that?" Sherry insisted, frustrated.

"Well maybe I don't want people seeing my body!" Michael retorted.

"Why not? You have a wonderful body. What about it do you not like?" Sherry asked.

...

Michael remained silent. Sherry asked him the same question again, pressing against him. He didn't answer.

"If you want to change something, you know I can do that. Perhaps you would like bigger muscles? Or perhaps you would like to be taller?" Sherry asked.

"None of the above. I just don't want people seeing my body. Besides you of course." Michael insisted.

"And why is it you don't care about my eyes on your body, but you do for others? It makes no sense. Especially when it gets in the way of me loving you." Sherry insisted.

Michael smiled and gently patted her on the shoulder.

"It's okay. I know succubii are into that sort of thing, but I'm not. No worries." Michael said kindly.

"Oh sweetie..." Sherry said, dejected.

...

"So, are there going to be any inma around when Alistair shows up?" Michael asked.

"You forget, but the Maoyu sent me here on a mission besides finding you. I will be opening a portal, and he will be here when it happens." Sherry said.

"Oh yeah?" Michael asked, eyes lighting up in hope.

"That's right. A portal shall be opened between our two worlds, and a horde of inma will come forth. We will hunt down all men wherever they hide, and take them as our own." Sherry said happily.

...

"That sounds really sinister when you say it like that." Michael noted.

"Butbutbut... it isn't!" Sherry blubbered.

She cuddled up tightly next to him, her piercing red eyes searching his.

"There's nothing sinister about hunting down and raping men!" Sherry insisted.

Michael chuckled.

...

"Um... hunting down and capturing men?" Sherry corrected.

"Try again." Michael said, smiling.

...

"How about pursuing men and fucking them into submission?" Sherry asked.

"Keep going." Michael said dryly.

...

"Oh for... just whatever! You know what I mean!" Sherry exclaimed, giving up.

Michael patted her again, smiling sweetly at her.

"The inma will come from their world to this one, each one seeking out that person who will be her special someone. They'll seek him out..." Michael said.

"And fuck him into the ground." Sherry interrupted.

"Hehe, no Sherry. Never mind." Michael chuckled.

Michael slid out of under her arms and out of the chair. She looked up at him with a sad expression. She had been comfortable, and didn't understand why he was leaving.

"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back." Michael said quickly.

Sherry jumped to her feet and followed him, stopping at the door as he closed it behind him.

...

~A Few Moments Later~

...

Sherry tapped her foot impatiently as she heard Michael washing and drying his hands...

*Creak

Michael pulled open the bathroom door, and froze.

"What the... why are you naked?" Michael asked.

Sherry flashed him a toothy smile and shook her curvy body at him.

"I want you to look at me. Why else?" Sherry said.

...

"Ooohhh, you're staring at me so intently! I'm going to get wet!" Sherry cooed.

Michael shook his head.

"Sigh." Michael said aloud.

Michael found himself back at his desk, reading the other two emails from his instructors. Sherry was hovering nearby, trying to get him to look at her naked body. He furrowed his eyebrows, reading the email.

"What? No special work?" Michael murmured.

The email didn't have much to say, other than to simply do the last week of homework without any final.

"What do you mean sweetie? Are you done after all?" Sherry asked, excited.

"Yeah I guess. For class number two anyways. It's the same one you strolled into the other day. I've already done the last week of homework in that class." Michael said.

"Hmm, the instructor's wife is likely keeping him too busy to bother with his pupils." Sherry noted.

Michael nodded and hummed in agreement.

...

He continued scanning his emails on his computer. His eyes didn't even look away from the monitor as he began speaking again.

...

"Hey Sherry, what do you think of harems?" Michael asked suddenly.

Sherry instantly lit up, and formed a massive excited smile.

"I think they're wonderful! Want one?" Sherry asked sweetly.

"No silly, not for me. I've already got you. For Alistair." Michael said dryly.

"Aww, but sweetie... wouldn't it be exciting?" Sherry pressed.

Michael shot her a dirty look, and began forming a few very poorly thought out angry words. Sherry threw her hands up, palms towards him.

"Peace! Pay it no mind my love!" Sherry apologized.

...

Michael simmered down a bit, and settled back down in his seat. His eyes turned back to his monitor.

"Well... anyways, how hard would it be for you to round up a bicorn?" Michael asked.

Sherry's eyebrow shot up high on her forehead.

"A bicorn!" Sherry exclaimed.

...

"Yeah. And or a lich, shoggoth, kikimora, weresheep, gremlin, or inari." Michael added.

Sherry put her palm on her forehead, completely stunned.

"That's quite an eclectic group! Where did those come from?" Sherry asked.

"Oh well, way back a while ago, Alistair and I played a little word game of what we would pick in a bicorn harem. It's dumb... I know. But at the time it was just some innocent fun." Michael explained.

...

"Sounds like a fun game!" Sherry remarked.

...

"So from that information, we can reason out his preferences. Then we get to play a little bit of the matchmaker." Sherry said, nodding.

"Yeah, something like that. Can you do it?" Michael asked.

"An inari or a lich would be exceedingly difficult. They are too powerful to create easily. But the rest are certainly doable." Sherry said regrettably.

"You would have to be as powerful as a lilim to manage that, right?" Michael asked.

"Yes indeed, you understand perfectly. Alistair will simply have to seek those out on his own after the portal is opened." Sherry explained.

"I'm sure he'll appreciate whatever you can do." Michael said.

Sherry scooted a little closer. It was clear that mischief was on her mind just from the look in her eyes.

"What were the ones you picked in that conversation with Alistair?" Sherry asked innocently.

Michael shot her another brief look.

"Succubus." Michael said.

"I guessed as much. What of the others?" Sherry asked.

...

"Succubus." Michael said flatly.

"Well that seems like an awfully short list." Sherry remarked.

...

"What would you have picked, had you picked any?" Sherry asked, changing tactics.

She scooted a little closer, excited.

"What different species of monster girls to you like best?" Sherry asked.

She scooted even closer still, her hand gently brushing up and down his chest.

"Surely you have a lot of favorites. What are they? What inma catch your eye?" Sherry asked, grinning evilly.

...

"You." Michael said simply.

"I'm flattered sweetie, I really am. But you needn't keep private what inma you find interesting. After all, I'm merely curious." Sherry pressed.

Sherry leaned closer, closely surveying his facial expressions.

"Perhaps... a variety of succubus. A demon perhaps?" Sherry quizzed.

...

"Or perhaps you prefer something more gentle? A holstaurus? You can't argue with their breasts, that's for certain." Sherry guessed.

...

"Oh! I know! An alraune! I bet you would love to partake in their nectar, just as she is gently wrapping her vines around you and partaking in your seme..." Sherry teased.

"Enough already! I'm only interested in you! Those other monster girls can buck off!" Michael exclaimed, annoyed.

...

"Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar..." Sherry thought, grinning.

...

"Don't be mean sweetie, it's not nice. You shouldn't say that to women, especially when they have feelings for you." Sherry admonished.

"Wha...?" Michael exclaimed.

"What if someone were to come to you and confess their true feelings for you? Would you be so cruel as to tell them to buck off?" Sherry interrupted.

"But..." Michael tried to say.

"What if it had been me who confessed to you, and you refused me? Where would you be right now?" Sherry interrupted.

Michael hung his head a little.

"I'd be right here. By myself." Michael said quietly.

"And I would be aimlessly wandering the world, likewise alone. Don't you see how pointless that is?" Sherry asked.

...

"That's a lie. I would have attacked him and forced myself on him until he had no choice but to accept me." Sherry thought.

...

Sherry's expression turned dark.

"What would you do? What would you really do if another inma fell in love with you?" Sherry pressed, eyes dark.

...

..

.

"I don't honestly know what I'd do. I get chills just thinking about it." Michael said, shivering.

"Would you dare reject an inma who opened her heart to you? Would you become a heart breaker?" Sherry asked, menacingly.

"I don't want to break anyone's heart. But nobody's going to open their heart to me, so it's pointless talking about it. What would you do?" Michael said dismissively.

"Monster love is a powerful thing. It separates those who marry for politics and inevitably joins those who have feelings for each other. I would never stand in the way if another monster came here and poured her heart out to in the hopes you would accept her." Sherry said emphatically.

"How'd we even get on this conversation in the first place? Ugh, it doesn't matter. This is pointless." Michael countered.

...

"No monster girl is going to want to take leftovers. I already belong to you. They can smell it. So why are we having this discussion?" Michael asked.

"This is true. He understands inma all too well." Sherry thought.

"Hey wait a minute... you wouldn't order someone to jump me, would you?" Michael asked suddenly.

"Of course not! Love is something that cannot be forced, nor would I ever try. You have my word." Sherry said.

"Isn't that exactly what monster girls do though? They force men to love them?" Michael countered.

...

"Nono sweetie, that's not right at all." Sherry said, waving her hands.

"You were talking about hunting down and raping men a little bit ago." Michael observed, suspicious.

"Yeah, but of course. After all... you men... you force us." Sherry said sweetly.

"Force you?! What does that mean?" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry settled down in his lap and gently stroked his hair.

"Did you know that all humans are insane? Every last one of you." Sherry said gravely.

"WHAT?!" Michael exclaimed.

"You should all be locked up in asylums for the insane, and cared for by inma, until you come to your senses." Sherry insisted.

Michael recoiled, sitting back in his seat.

...

..

.

"You really are in Druella's extremist faction!" Michael murmured.

"Why yes I am. And proud of it." Sherry proclaimed.

...

Michael looked away, biting on his knuckle nervously.

"I thought she was joking about Druella's faction. Holy shit... what do I do? She's plotting something for sure!" Michael thought.

...

"I wonder which part of me he likes better. My tits, or my ass." Sherry thought.

...

"Whatever. I'm not insane. I'm probably the most sane person here." Michael retorted, annoyed.

"This is true, but you are still quite insane. What insane person will realize they are insane? To them, their insanity is normal. Therefore, you are incapable of judging yourself insane or not insane." Sherry insisted.

"Well, wouldn't it be that if everyone is insane... then that's normal? After all, insanity is measured in a social context." Michael argued.

"And that's exactly why all humans are insane, including you." Sherry argued.

"Maybe you're the insane one." Michael retorted.

He turned to his monitor once again, intent on ignoring her. She wasn't dissuaded in the slightest.

"You're tainted by the insane human views of love, and of sexuality. It quite tragic." Sherry insisted.

Sherry was sitting in his lap and making it impossible to ignore her. Her hands especially served to catch his attention by roaming freely around his body. She absolutely loved touching and physical contact, to the point of obsession. So if she could use that to draw his attention back to her, then it was even better. She repeated her question from before.

"What would you do if someone came in this very room and confessed to you?" Sherry asked.

"I'd say no." Michael said, face turning red.

Sherry slipped a hand discreetly to his ear...

...

*Schlip

...

"That's wrong sweetie. You should always say yes." Sherry instructed.

"I... should?" Michael murmured, confused.

Sherry's devilish influence was already beginning to fog his mind. She forced him to look deeply into her eyes, and his brain began to spin.

"So promise me. Swear unto me that you will never reject the true feelings of another. I could imagine no crueler fate than to be rejected by the one you love. It would be heartbreaking!" Sherry insisted.

...

"Don't break a monster's heart like a child breaks a little toy! The loss would be incalculable!" Sherry insisted.

She pressed harder into his brain, making Michael moan. Her words stabbed at his heart like a needle, right as her influence slithered around in his ear and brain. She wasn't changing him, just giving him the sensation of sadness at the thought of an inma having her heart broken. The very same sensations that Sherry herself felt.

"Swear it! Give me your solemn oath!" Sherry pressed insistently.

"...oooo I sw..ear..." Michael moaned.

...

"He swore to that a little too easily." Sherry thought.

Sherry formed an evil smirk.

"Good. Goooood. Now... you shall be rewarded." Sherry said, pleased.

"GAAAAAH!" Michael cried pleasurably.

...

"No! I can't!" Michael cried.

"Can't what hmm? Your reward is already here sweetie. Enjoy it~" Sherry cooed.

"Can't... can't..." Michael moaned helplessly.

...

"He's... actually resisting? How is this possible? I can feel his mind rejecting my words!" Sherry thought.

...

"He's really struggling! I'm straining him! I'd better pull out..." Sherry thought.

~A While Later~

...

Michael found himself sitting upright at his computer, his fingers splayed out across the keyboard. He blinked several times in confusion.

...

He slowly pulled his hands back, clutching his fingers experimentally.

"What just happened?" Michael thought.

*Clink

Sherry placed a steaming hot cup of coffee down in front of him. He looked up at her questioningly, and she beamed a smile at him.

"You'll need to keep your focus if you're going to finish your work, my love~" Sherry sang.

Just then the doorbell rang, and Sherry gracefully twirled her body and danced off towards the door. Michael noted she had gotten dressed at some point, but he couldn't remember when.

"What... the heck? Did she attack me just now?" Michael thought.

Michael thought about it for a little while. The memories were distant like a dream. All he could really remember was feeling overwhelming pleasure.

...

Sherry walked by with a mostly empty bag of candy, and noticed Michael seemingly staring at his hands.

"Is something wrong?" Sherry asked.

He looked up to her once more.

"Did you attack me again?" Michael asked.

Sherry smiled even wider at him.

"Is it right to call it an attack? That implies something bad. Wouldn't it be better to say it another way?" Sherry suggested.

...

"Perhaps say... that I love you. Very much." Sherry suggested.

Sherry chuckled and leaned down towards him. He watched as she pulled out a piece of chocolate from the bag, and unwrapped it.

*Nom

She tossed it in her mouth, leaned closer, and kissed Michael passionately. The next thing he knew, a chocolate flavored lump ended up in his mouth.

"There we go, a sweet kiss to cheer up my sweetie." Sherry said cheerfully.

And on that note, she settled back down at her spot on the couch.

...

..

Michael blinked a few times, shrugged, and turned towards his computer once again.

"I guess it was nothing then." Michael thought.

...

After taking a sip of coffee to wash away the taste of the lewdly given candy, Michael pressed forward to read the last email from his college professor. It was getting late, and he wanted to finish it before going to bed. He briefly glanced at Sherry, who was seemingly distracted with one of his books.

"Time's running out on the ticking succubomb over there. She's going to want to go to bed eventually, and when she does..." Michael thought.

...

"She's attacking me more and more as the day goes by. She's not given me a second alone. Eventually she's going to explode in a great big ball of sex." Michael thought.

With that thought, Michael gritted his teeth and started reading his email.

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The final email asked for all the students to finish their capstone projects and submit photographs for final grading. No more, no less.

...

"That's it?" Michael thought.

He glanced over to the quadcopter sitting in the corner of the room. His final capstone project. His already completed capstone project.

"Well... dang. I guess I don't have to worry about the succubomb as much as I thought." Michael thought.

*Ding Dong

Michael glanced at his watch while Sherry went to answer the door. It was well past when the time little kids would be coming, and deep into the time the teenagers would be showing up. Sure enough, there were four high school age kids on the other side of the door, and Sherry happily complimented their costumes and gave them candy. Michael smiled at seeing Sherry so happy.

...

Sherry gently closed the door and turned towards Michael.

"I like the older ones too." Sherry said, smiling lopsided.

"I think you like just about everyone. Go ahead and turn off the porch light, that's enough for tonight." Michael said.

"Okay!" Sherry said cheerfully.

*FLICK

Michael slid out of his chair and snagged his quadcopter and his camera all in one swoop. It wasn't more than a couple minutes later when he was uploading the picture and sending it off to his instructor without so much as a bit of fanfare. As he waited for the pictures to upload, he couldn't help but glance sideways at the copter.

...

He began observing things he wanted to change or fix. An errant wire here, and a poorly adjusted gimbal there. Even as the email was whizzing through the fiber, he was already obsessively tweaking his quad.

*Schlik

...

*Schlik

Michael turned his head very slowly towards the couch.

...

*Schlik

"Hmm...yeah..." Sherry moaned quietly.

Michael watched in shock as Sherry played with herself while reading one of his paperback novels at the same time.

"Okay, well... my apartment is officially a hot mess." Michael thought.

...

"Hmm? Need something sweetie? More coffee perhaps?" Sherry asked, suddenly noticing him.

"Nope! I'm good!" Michael said curtly.

He whirled his head around and went back to his quadcopter, making sure not to look in her direction again. He didn't want to rouse the succubomb.

...

~Some Time Later~

...

Sherry kept her eyes on Michael the entire time he was over at the desk, tinkering with his mysterious earthly trinkets. She was curious what he was doing, but not curious enough to disturb him. The reason why, she wanted him to be done so she could have him to herself. She noticed what he was doing, even if she didn't understand. And when he got up and placed the quad down on the floor in the middle of the living room, she remained quiet and let him work.

"I wonder what purpose it will serve us. It reminds me of that little toy he showed me this morn. Just bigger." Sherry thought.

Sherry went back to her book, sighing and wanting Michael to be done so she wouldn't have to sit alone anymore. She craved his warmth and touch, to a nearly uncomfortable degree. She rubbed her legs together, sighed again, and focused her eyes on the words of the book. Even with Michael making a bunch of noise, she tried to read. There was a kind of sharp artificial noise that wasn't pleasant for her sensitive pointy ears.

*Didelodododo DOO!

*BEEP!

...

"Sweetie, when are you..." Sherry began to say.

Just before she could finish her sentence, a new frightening sound met her ears. A powerful sound followed with a great gush of wind that sent papers everywhere off Michael's desk.

*WHIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRR

"SHIT!" Michael cried.

Michael had made a terrible mistake. He had broken rule number one of owning and fixing a quadcopter. He had left the propellers on. The drone went crazy, large 2212 motors spinning up and swinging the ten inch long propellers with sharp edges around like spinning blades of death. Even with Michael trying to rip the battery out, the quad still lifted off the ground uncontrolled. It pitched steeply, and Michael grabbed one of the landing riggers while ripping at the battery to keep it from flying across the room at Sherry. The copter's blades dug painfully into his arm as he successfully ripped apart the two halves of the XT60 connector. The whole accident lasted only a second, but it was long enough for the copter to create rows of bleeding wounds up Michael's arm all the way from his wrist to his shoulder.

...

Michael gasped and caught his breath, his adrenaline surging. He looked down at his arm, which was gushing blood from around forty deep cuts. Each cut would need several stitches.

"Shit." Michael cussed.

Of course Sherry had seen the whole thing, and it had happened so fast that even her inhuman reflexes had barely registered the accident. Michael was already on his feet and running towards the bathroom to keep from bleeding on the carpet.

"Sherry, I need a heal!" Michael cried over his shoulder.

She didn't say a word, she just followed him as she was told. Sherry got into the bathroom after him, and found him in the tub hosing off his bloody arm.

...

..

.

~A Little While Later~

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..

...

"You're very calm." Sherry noted.

Her hand was hovering over his arm as she healed his wounds. Normally such cuts would have required a trip to the hospital to get stitches, but her healing powers made that obsolete. Just as Sherry had noted, Michael sat perfectly still without flinching or whining about being hurt.

"This isn't my first rodeo." Michael said simply.

...

Sherry was completely focused on what she was doing. Her expression was purely business, and her eyes never wavered from Michael and his injuries. She wasn't reacting the way Michael had expected at all. She was acting professional.

"I like the fact you're not freaking out." Michael noted.

"Now is not the time for that." Sherry retorted.

She continued on healing his mangled arm without further distraction. Before long, Sherry had his arm all patched up without so much as a single scar. Michael thanked her with a smile, and washed the residual blood off his arm. Sherry smiled in turn, and pecked him on the cheek.

"Thanks." Michael said, grateful.

"I'm glad I was able to help sweetie." Sherry said softly.

Michael smacked his knee and stood up from the edge of the bathtub, and headed back out towards the living room. Sherry followed, and watched as he headed directly towards the quadcopter again.

"What do you think you're doing!?" Sherry demanded.

"I'm going to fix that quad so it doesn't ever do that again." Michael said.

And just like that, Michael knew it had arrived. The reaction he had expected when he originally got hurt. The complete mental breakdown freakout.

"NONOIWON'TLETYOUHALTICOMMANDIT!" Sherry blubbered.

Michael winced and braced himself, knowing what was about to come. She grabbed him from behind and twirled him around, and threw him against the wall with a loud thunk.

"OOF!" Michael grunted.

She didn't even give him a second before she was on him like white on rice. He found himself body pinned and staring into a pair of very upset red eyes.

...

Several long seconds passed while she gulped and gained her composure back.

...

"It's one thing to have an accident and harm yourself, but if you harm yourself on the same thing twice... I will become angry." Sherry warned.

"I'm not going to hurt myself again! Stop body slamming me into the wall! That hurts!" Michael reassured.

"Then BEHAVE!" Sherry cried.

He tried to push her away, but it was impossible. Her strength far out matched his. She gripped him painfully tight until he stopped squirming.

"NO! NO I WON'T LET YOU GO! I CAN NOT!" Sherry cried.

Every time Michael tried to move away, Sherry would protest loudly and hold onto him as hard as she could. Then when he stopped, she stopped as well.

"What are you, a sheepdog?" Michael joked.

"I'm trying to protect you... you big oaf!" Sherry shot.

He struggled, and Sherry kept him pinned. Eventually she had to pin his face against the wall. Her next words were kind, but had a warning tinge.

"Behave... or I'll do something naughty to you~" Sherry said.

Michael's entire body went limp. Sherry nodded, pleased with his cooperation. She slowly let him go, and guided him over to the couch again. Soon after he sat down, Sherry sat with him and plastered him with kisses.

"Are you going to behave now? Can I trust you to not get in trouble?" Sherry asked.

Michael frowned.

"I'm not a child. Get the hell off my lap." Michael growled.

"Goodness, I hit a negative spot didn't I?" Sherry remarked.

"No shit. Get off my lap. My sense of humor has finally reached zero." Michael growled.

She slid out of his lap and held her hands out in a gesture of peace.

"Peace sweetie. Please don't be angry with me." Sherry pleaded.

"Isn't there something you can do other than pester me?" Michael shot venomously.

...

"I could go clean up the blood in the bathroom before it stains something." Sherry suggested.

"Then do it." Michael grumbled.

...

..

.

The nanosecond she was gone, Michael was off the couch and heading for the quadcopter. Just as he bent at the waist to pick it up, Sherry rounded the corner again with her hands on her hips.

"If you ever wish to see sunlight again, then be very careful where you stick that hand." Sherry threatened.

...

"Damn Sherry." Michael remarked.

Sherry stood at the ready, the tension clear in her body as Michael's hand hovered over the drone. Her fingers were wrapped around the hilt of her sword.

...

He reached for the drone. Sherry was across the room with her sword drawn in an instant.

"Yaaah!" Sherry cried.

She used the flat of her blade to parry Michael's hand away from the drone, but he was faking her out. While she was focused on his dominant right hand, he smoothly grabbed the drone with his left. She let out a quiet curse under her breath.

"Give me that!" Sherry cried.

Michael held it away from her, using his right hand to run interference.

"I shall destroy it! Such things are banned from this house!" Sherry cried.

"Over my dead body!" Michael retorted.

*GASP!

"THAT'SEXACTLYWHATI'MTRYINGTOAVOIDYOUFOOL!" Sherry blubbered.

Sherry wrestled with him and tried to steal the drone away, but Michael fought her off just barely long enough to produce a little wrench. One of the propellers came off.

...

"Wha? They come off?" Sherry coughed.

She froze, staring at the propeller in his hand. Without her struggling like a wildcat, he was able to calmly remove the other three propellers without issue.

...

..

.

Michael threw the props on the desk with a thunk, and flopped down in his chair.

"There, now it can't hurt me or anyone else. Satisfied?" Michael asked.

"For the moment." Sherry said, displeased.

Sherry stood over him as he plugged his misbehaving drone into the computer, her hands still on her hips.

"Why must you defy me?" Sherry asked.

"I'm Irish, frack you." Michael shot.

"Fool." Sherry grumbled.

She slid into the chair next to him as he clicked away at his computer. He was trying to find the cause of the accident, just as he had said he was doing. Sherry's fingers brushed the hair next to his ear, her face still wearing a scowl.

...

..

.

"No. I will not change him anymore. I cannot take away the things he loves so casually. It's wrong." Sherry thought.

Her hand redirected and went between his legs instead, gently and shamelessly groping him.

"I wish you would direct your focus on me as strongly as you do on your studies." Sherry cooed in his ear.

"I just want to get this thing done in time." Michael said.

"In time for what?" Sherry asked.

"For when we go to your world. I had this idea that we could use the drone to scout out areas before we go there, and see if it's safe or not. You know, if we go on an adventure." Michael explained.

Sherry's eyebrows shot up high on her forehead.

"That's what you want it for?!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Yeah. I mean... you know... I wanted to help... " Michael said.

...

Sherry was quite surprised and struck by his explanation. After all, her time as an adventurer had been punctuated by ambush after ambush. It occurred to her that Michael probably knew that, and he was thinking of her safety. What she thought was just a toy turned out to be Michael's way of actually caring what happens to her. Suddenly the wheels began to turn in her brain, and the value of having such a device hit her like a truck load of clue.

"Aha! There it is! That little fracker... I missed a check box! That's why it went wild!" Michael exclaimed.

"So it's fixed now?" Sherry asked.

Michael nodded and hummed.

"I'm not going to mess with it anymore tonight though, because that little stupid mistake was probably because I'm getting tired. I'll mess with it tomorrow." Michael said.

And with that, he unplugged the drone and set it aside. Sherry watched as he went on to other projects on his computer and with his papers.

"Excuse me a moment sweetie." Sherry said.

Sherry slid out of the chair. Heading to the bathroom, she quickly and quietly closed and locked the door.

...

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her beautiful glossy raven hair draped elegantly downwards as she leaned forward and seemingly confronted her own reflection. It was time for her to do some soul searching.

"I had come here assuming he was a powerful mage, but learned he knew nothing of magic. Then I assumed he was helpless, especially after needing my help that first night." Sherry thought.

...

"But could it be that he is actually quite capable of taking care of himself? Perhaps what he lacks in (magical) strength, he makes up for with ingenuity?" Sherry thought.

...

"He used the best tool available to heal his wounds, which was me. And he never complained or panicked, just calmly solved the problem." Sherry thought.

...

"Will I ever learn what he is capable of doing if I keep changing him every time he does something I don't like? Like now?" Sherry thought.

...

"It's obvious he wants to make use of my abilities. He trusted that I would be there, and I was there. I wish to learn what abilities he has as well. I want to trust his abilities, for the day I need them." Sherry thought.

...

"But can I trust myself to resist the urge?" Sherry thought.

She looked down at her hand, the tendrils of demonic energy appearing at her finger tips.

"Perhaps a barrier... something to distance me from the temptation. I can always go back to the mindflayer and order her to remove it." Sherry thought.

She brought her hand up to her own ear, and felt the tendrils penetrate inside. Her tendrils entered her brain, found the knowledge needed to alter another person's brain, and sealed them away. And just like that, she made it where she could no longer alter her own or anyone else's mind without help. As the tendrils left her ears and faded away, she gasped and collapsed against the bathroom sink.

...

~A Few Minutes Later~

...

Sherry staggered out of the bathroom on a pair of shaky legs. She was so shaky that she had even taken off her heels, just so she could stay upright. As soon as she entered the living room, she went straight for Michael.

"Hey, were you playing with yourself in the bathroom?" Michael asked suddenly.

Sherry shook her head, and collapsed into the chair with him.

*SMOOCH

"I love you sweetie." Sherry whispered.

She nuzzled up against him and rested her head against his shoulder, smooching him again on the cheek.

"I love you too you know." Michael said.

"I love you more." Sherry giggled.

...

"I just wish your studies were done... I want to make love." Sherry said, whispering the last part.

"Well, uh, I finished a little while ago and..." Michael said hesitantly.

Sherry jerked in excitement.

"Truthfully? You're done?" Sherry said in shock.

"Yep, I'm all done. There's no doubt I'll get an A, so that degree is as good as signed and in my hand. It don't look like much, but it took two years of busting my ass to get here." Michael said, smiling.

"I'm proud of you sweetie! I just wish I had been here to help you through it." Sherry cheered.

"Thanks. I wish you had been here too. It would have made it so much better. Well anyways..." Michael said, sighing.

He turned and reached for his keyboard.

"Oh no you don't!" Sherry exclaimed.

She grabbed his hands and gently redirected them, and his arms, towards her.

"You've done enough work for one day sweetie. I don't want you pushing yourself." Sherry said kindly.

*Smooch

*SMOOCH

*SMOOOOOOOCH

"I'll make you dinner, and then we can retire for the night in our love nest." Sherry hummed.

"But you already fed me." Michael said, confused.

"Those paltry snacks can't replace a proper meal. Please actually wait here this time." Sherry pleaded.

Sherry turned to go towards the kitchen, but stopped and turned around when Michael jumped to his feet and followed her.

"Hey!" Sherry exclaimed.

"I'm thirsty." Michael said, grinning.

...

"Sit!" Sherry ordered, pointing at the chair.

...

..

.

"You're not going to sit... are you?" Sherry asked.

"Nope." Michael said flatly.

Michael pushed past her, went to the kitchen, got a beer, and came back to the living room. Only then did he sit.

"Insolent fool. I would have got that for you." Sherry grumbled.

As Sherry wandered off, Michael sat back on his couch with his freshly opened beer and smiled in victory.

"She can't do EVERYTHING for me." Michael thought.

He took a drink, and shivered as the cheap swill crossed his tongue. A few moments passed as he sat in silence before he looked down and noticed the book Sherry had been reading earlier. Out of curiosity, he picked it up and read it.

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..

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"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same... my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be. And if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I should not seem a part of it."

Michael's eyes widened as he read the old literature passage. It was clear Sherry had spent a lot of time on that one page. The paper was crinkled and the book binding was stretched out so it would stay open on that one page. He could even see stains from her fingers. Every other page before and after that page was untouched.

"If that doesn't perfectly represent monster girls, I don't know what does. Especially Sherry." Michael thought.

...

A hard metallic object slipped out of the book and thumped on Michael's lap. He grabbed it and looked at it.

"Huh? A key? An old fashioned... intricate... key? Wait a minute!" Michael thought.

He quickly jumped up and grabbed his copy of the Monster Girl Encyclopedia, and thumbed through the pages.

"Sure enough. It's a succubus's key. Holy shit! Ohhhhhh... this gives me ideas~!" Michael thought.

Glancing around the living room, Michael noticed his ocarina sitting as if on display on his desk. A devilish smile formed on his lips.

...

Sherry was in the kitchen with a skillet, preparing a quick meal for Michael before they went to bed. The way she saw it, those snacks she had given him over the previous several hours were a poor substitute for a proper meal. She was just getting ready to dump the ingredients in the skillet, when she noticed the burner was off.

"Strange, I was certain I turned that on." Sherry murmured.

*Clickclick WHOOSH

She ignited the gas and turned back to her ingredients, but found the ingredients were missing.

"WHAT?!" Sherry exclaimed.

*Click

Her eyes darted to the burner, which was once again turned off. She twirled around, and found the culprit. Michael, who was grinning and holding her bowl of ingredients.

"You pest! I'm trying to cook your meal!" Sherry exclaimed, smiling.

Michael didn't say a word. He simply opened the fridge and slid the bowl inside. Then Sherry noticed his left hand, which at that point had been concealed at his side.

...

His hand held the ocarina. Her eyes went wide in shock. The moment she laid eyes on it, her legs rubbed together in anticipation.

"I'm not hungry... for food." Michael said, eyes glinting.

Michael raised the ocarina to his lips, and blew a single solitary note.

...

..

.

Sherry found herself sitting on the bed in the bedroom, with no recollection of how she got there. Her admittedly meager clothes felt unbearably hot and itchy, so she stripped them off and cast them aside. Michael was standing by the door, looking her over with amused eyes. Her first urge was to pounce him the moment she saw him, but she realized that the urge wasn't as strong as her curiosity.

"How did I..." Sherry started.

"You see this?" Michael interrupted.

He waved an intricate key at her, and she let out a gasp.

"My succubus key! How did you find it?" Sherry exclaimed.

"Oh please... you were using it as a bookmark." Michael chuckled.

He turned and placed the tip of the key against the center of the wood door, and it sank in as if the wood was made out of putty. He turned the key, and he heard an actual sound.

*CLICK

The walls, ceiling, and floor all began to glow a faint pink. They were locked inside, with no way in or out, other than to avoid each other until the key ran out of mana or to unlock the door with the key. Something Michael had no plans on doing.

...

Just seconds before Michael locked the door, Sherry cast a quick teleportation spell and summoned a bottle from her cabinet in the kitchen. The door clicked, and the magic wall formed. Sherry formed a victorious smile.

"You haven't left me alone for an instant today. I know I said to go all out, but I'm tired of getting blue balled every which way..." Michael said.

As he turned away from the door, he kept talking.

"... from... sunday... oh...ho...ly..." Michael stammered.

Sherry was no longer alone on the bed. There were two of her, identical in every way. The one on the left was holding an intricately designed bottle with a crystal stopper in the top.

"Hello sweetie." Sherry said.

"Hello sweetie." Sherry echoed.

Michael turned pale as both women said the exact same thing in the exact same pitch and tone. They were both Sherry. She had used a doppelganger potion, despite the warnings in the encyclopedia that only men should drink it.

...

"Ohh...~" The two copies groaned.

*POP

A third Sherry appeared, right next to the other two. There wasn't enough room on the bed, so she squeaked and fell to the floor.

...

..

.

"I immediately regret my decision!" Michael exclaimed.

Michael whirled around and jammed the succubus key back into the bedroom door, and twisted it.

*CLICK

*Nirrrooowww

The pink magical barrier faded, and he quickly opened the door to escape. Just before Michael could exit the door and slam it behind him, he felt three sets of arms wrap around him.

"Noooo~" Michael wailed.

The door shut at the same time as one of the clones pried the key out of his fingers.

*CLICK

The magic barrier went back up, and Michael was dragged helplessly to the bed.

"It's okay sweetie. Everything's fine." Sherry soothed.

They pulled him down onto the soft blankets, coiling around him and softly caressing him. One of them held his wrists over his head, and the others kept his legs pinned.

"Don't run off sweetie. We haven't even started yet. I promise you'll be fine." Sherry one said.

"I love you sweetie." Sherry two said.

"Cock..." Sherry three said.

...

"Oooooohhh!" The clones groaned.

"Oh my god..." Michael winced.

*POP

A fourth smiling Sherry appeared in a puff of red smoke, who immediately latched onto him with her soft warm arms.

"Soooo handsome. Tall, strong, dreamy eyes, nice butt..." Sherry four complimented.

The fourth Sherry stared ceaselessly at his body, shamelessly checking him out. Even with the predicament he was in, Michael couldn't help but be fascinated by what was happening. He knew he was under threat of death by snu snu, but he knew that it was just Sherry surrounding him. It brought him a strange sort of comfort being surrounded by the woman he loved. And the strange words coming from the clones confused and intrigued him.

"How much of that stuff did you drink?" Michael asked, concerned.

"The whole thing sweetie." Sherry said.

"There's more of me to love you sweetie." Sherry two said.

"Cock." Sherry three drooled.

"Sweetie looks scared. I should hug him. I wonder if he will mind." Sherry four said.

"Huh?" Michael grunted.

Sherry four wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him in a big bear hug.

"Why would you think I would mind a hug?" Michael asked.

"Hmm? Oh did I say that out loud?" Sherry one asked.

"He thinks I'm hugging him, but it's totally an excuse to play with that sexy body of his." Sherry four said.

"I love sweetie so much!" Sherry two exclaimed.

"Cock!" Sherry three drooled.

...

"Whoa. Her clones are saying her thoughts out loud. She probably doesn't even realize it." Michael thought.

Although she seemed to have a great amount of control over her new bodies, wielding them like new appendages, it was obvious she was slipping. Things she was thinking internally was getting voiced by the individual clones. Michael thought that it might be a good way to learn the way Sherry thinks, if he survived long enough.

"Sweetie... I love you... so much... I need you... and it's getting worse... with every new copy..." The clones said in turn.

*POP

A fifth and sixth Sherry appeared at the same time, completing the circle of succubii entrapping Michael on the bed. One of them straddled his stomach, but he wasn't sure which one. He had already lost track of the order in which they had appeared, not that it mattered since they were all his wife.

"Someone needs some loving~" Sherry one sang.

"It'll feel good, I promise~" Sherry two sang.

"Cooooooock~" Sherry three sang.

"I love you so much~" Sherry four sang.

"Sweetie... fuck me~" Sherry five sang.

"I'm going to eat you up~" Sherry six sang.

...

"Never mind. There's nothing in that head of hers that isn't sex." Michael thought.

...

The clones of Sherry pressed in from every direction, their hands and fingers reaching out towards him. They gently touched him, and their fingers and palms massaged and caressed his arms and chest. He felt someone grab his butt, and another one cup her hands around his legs.

"Cock!" Sherry cried.

And with that subtle statement, one of the doppelgangers mounted him. The others helped line Michael up so the cock hungry Sherry could impale herself, which she did with a cry of joy.

"Cock! Finally! I've waited all day!" A Sherry cried.

"Gaaah! Ah! What? What's that? Oh my freaking..." Michael cried out.

*Hehe

*Hehehehe

*He

*HEHEHE

The Sherry clones giggled.

"Does it feel amazing? Now you know why today was skinship day! Because it makes the real thing a hundred times better!" A Sherry giggled.

"But now skinship day is officially over... sweetie~" Another Sherry whispered in his ear.

"OOoohohhoooohhhhhh... yeah...~" Michael moaned.

As one of the copies rode him gently, the others continually fondled and touched his body. One of them produced a bottle of lotion, and they all spread it sensually across his skin.

"Hmm... this is good." Michael hummed.

"See? There's nothing to be afraid of sweetie. I knew you could handle so much attention at once." Sherry cooed.

One of the copies leaned down and planted a smooch on his lips.

"MMmmph..." Michael said, muffled.

He looked around at the wall of succubus flesh surrounding him. He might have reached out and touched one of them back, but his arms were still being held by one of the doppelgangers. Slowly the sensation of pleasure increased.

"Ah wait... wh.. that's too much. Slow down!" Michael cried.

"Slow down what? Slow down my love for you? I can't do that sweetie. I love you too much." Sherry insisted.

"No wait! Stop touching me there! You're... making me... dizzy..." Michael pleaded.

His pleas for mercy were useless. Sherry had split into six bodies, and each one had all the full senses and feelings of a normal succubus. So her feelings of love and attraction towards Michael was literally multiplied six times. She could see him through six sets of eyes, smell him through six noses, and six hearts ached for him. Sherry was experiencing the very effect that the encyclopedia had warned about. One inma was enough to drown a man in love, but if they split into many, it would be enough to overwhelm a normal man. Sherry believed Michael could handle it, and he certainly would need to get used to the idea if she was ever going to be successful with her harem plans.

"Ooo... I think it's happening... again..." The clones groaned.

*POP

"OH MY GOD NO! NOOOOO!" Michael cried.

"MMMPH! MMMMMMM! MMPHMM!MMMMMAAAAAHELP!" Michael cried, muffled.

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..

.

~One week later~

In the town that Michael lived was an airport full of people crawling over each other to get where they were going. A solitary non descript man made his way through the crowd against the flow, and arrived at the customs desk.

"Name?"

"Alistair Grey." Alistair answered.

The woman at the customs station looked him over, checked his paperwork, and had him through without any fuss. There was no one else in line with him. He was the only arrival.

...

Shortly later, Alistair was standing at the luggage carousel, waiting for his bag. He looked to his left and right, and no one else was waiting with him. Not that it bothered him, because he was on edge leaving his home country and visiting a place he had never been before. A place where everyone was trying to leave, and where no one wanted to come. So he had no problem getting his bag alone, and he quickly made off with it.

"This whole place has gone to pot. What a bloody mess." Alistair remarked quietly.

...

"Damn I hate crowds." Alistair thought, shuddering.

Alistair was your almost stereotypical gaming nerd. An introvert, he tended to stay away from groups of people and social events, preferring the comfort and solitude of his apartment. He had pale skin and shaggy dark brown hair, and he didn't give a hell if anyone told him off about it. Even if he was a bit of a social introvert, he had no fear of speaking whatever was on his mind, which came in handy as he made his way through the crowds of panicked people. His biggest problem was with the ladies.

...

Under the edge of his dark hair were a pair of sea grey eyes that darted every which way. He looked quite the shifty bloke, but anyone who knew him would know those eyes were chock full of sheer intelligence and ravenous curiosity. In a lot of ways both Michael Collins and Alistair Grey were one and alike, other than being born in different countries. Alistair had been born in Canada, but he had spent much of his life in the UK. Thus the accent, which Michael thought was the best thing since sliced bread.

"I've never been to the states before. At least it's a lot like home, and everyone speaks English. This should be easy peasy. It's basically Canada_South." Alistair thought.

Just as he thought that, a dozen U.S. Marines barreled by. Each one had an M4 at the ready.

"Um... never mind." Alistair thought, shocked.

Moments after that thought, Alistair looked out a wall of windows towards the city. It took him several moments, even with his intelligent mind, to comprehend the scale of what he was seeing.

"Oh bloody hell! What... the fuck?" Alistair exclaimed.

Alistair plastered his face right up to the glass as he stared at the looming dark cloud hanging ominously over the city. Roughly the entire city was covered, and a military helicopter flew overhead towards the corner which wasn't contaminated. Several dark figures of creatures fluttered around in the darkness, their true forms concealed for all but those who could guess what they were. Trees and greenery which was growing in the darkness took on a strange twisted appearance.

"It's...a demon realm." Alistair murmured quietly, in awe.

He was transfixed on the sight of it, and stared out unceasingly towards the darkness. The only thing which was capable of drawing his attention was the sound of someone calling his name behind him.

"Alistair Grey? Is anyone here called Alistair Grey?" A girl called.

Alistair turned around and saw a cute girl walking through the crowd inspecting the faces of the people in the hallway. She was holding a sign which had 'Alistair Grey' written on it. She glanced towards Alistair who was standing by the glass and smiled sweetly.

"Are you Alistair?" The girl asked nicely.

Alistair nodded nervously.

"Tttt..that's me." Alistair stammered.

The girl broke out in a huge happy smile. There was something familiar about that sort of smile, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It seemed as if the girl hadn't been getting much sleep lately, with a rather sleepy face. But even then she still managed a wide smile that flashed her teeth.

"Mistress Searraigh sent me to pick you up and... give you a ride." The girl explained.

"Searraigh? Oh yeah that's right, that's her name. The mistress part is pretty peculiar though." Alistair thought.

Alistair nodded again.

"Here I am. I'm ready." Alistair said, blushing.

"Bugger... why do I always have to be so flaming bad at talking to women? Oh she's cute though. And probably a monster girl." Alistair thought.

"Great! Follow me, we've got a car out front." The girl said.

"We?" Alistair asked.

His question was never answered, and he hurried to keep up with the nearly trotting girl. Despite her sleepy appearance and tone of voice, she seemed full of energy.

...

After making their way through the crowds of people leaving for the next flight to anywhere, Alistair and the girl found their way to a parked car. It was a big black Ford Expedition with tinted windows.

"This isn't dodgy at all!" Alistair thought sarcastically.

When Alistair opened up the back passenger door and looked inside, another gorgeous woman was there waiting for him. Her eyes surveyed him slowly, her lips wearing an amused smile. She had the dress and appearance of a mature business woman, but without even a single wrinkle in her flawless skin. Another younger looking woman was in the front right passenger seat, also gazing in his direction with seductive eyes. Alistair knew exactly what they were in an instant, even if they all appeared human.

"...YESSSSSSS!" Alistair thought.

"You're Mr. Grey?" The business woman asked seductively.

"That's right love." Alistair replied smoothly.

All his anxiousness around women was gone in an instant. He immediately felt right at home with their lascivious stares. He knew exactly where he stood, and that gave him confidence. The girl in the front passenger seat hopped out and gently pried the bag from his fingers. She was dressed like a maid.

"I'll take care of this Mr. Grey! Just take a seat and make yourself comfortable." The maid girl said enthusiastically.

The maid girl walked around and put his luggage in the back of the suv, and Alistair watched her every move. Looking... or more accurately staring straight at her butt as she rounded the car. A butt that swayed back and forth in that ~tight~ maid outfit.

"Why don't you sit down next to me, we have a ~lot~ to talk about~." The business woman said seductively.

The woman patted the seat next to her, indicating where she wanted Alistair to sit. He crawled into the car and sat in the middle of the bench seat right next to her. Before he could turn and close the door behind him, it shut with a dull thump. The sleepy girl with the sign stole the spot to his immediate right, closing the door behind her. She was smiling devilishly and staring straight in his eyes. The maid girl hopped into the driver seat and flashed a smile back at the three of them.

The SUV drove away from the airport and straight towards the city clouded in darkness. Alistair sat in the center of the bench seat as small as he could make himself as he trembled in a mixture of excitement and anxiety over what was coming next. He felt the occasional brush against his body from both the left and right, and he quickly realized that they were not timed with bumps in the road. On one hand he was excited about monster girls becoming reality, but on the other hand he wasn't used to how ...blunt... they were being. He wasn't used to being started at, bumped into, touched, or spoken to in the aggressive way those girls were doing.

"So uh... you're all chums with Mike and Searraigh?" Alistair asked.

"That's right~" The maid girl sang.

A nailed finger found its way under his chin and lifted his gaze until he was level with the businesswoman. It seemed as if her eyes were staring straight into his soul.

"My name is the Desdemona, and that's Crimson, and that's April who you've already met." Desdemona said sweetly.

"Hiiii~" The two other girls sang.

"Hello ladies." Alistair replied, smiling.

"Tell me handsome, are you seeing anyone?" Desdemona asked bluntly.

Alistair shook his head side to side.

"Just like the mistress said!" Crimson exclaimed.

Suddenly Alistair felt a couple arms drape over his shoulders and a warm feeling of breathing tickle his neck. A surprisingly soft body pressed against him.

"Well that's certainly interesting." Desdemona said seductively.

There was a slight pause as a pair of lips met the back of his neck, followed by a playful bite on the ear. Desdemona looked over his shoulder.

"Alright dear. It's time. You don't have to keep it up." Desdemona said.

"Keep up wha... WAAAA!" Alistair cried.

The arms draped around his shoulders suddenly shimmered in a red light, and were replaced with arms covered in dense white wool. The second the wool appeared, Alistair began to feel pleasantly drowsy.

"I don't know how the mistress keeps up that spell as long as she does." Crimson said in amazement.

"It's because she's a lot more powerful than us. She's the mistress." April said sleepily.

"Hmm. Yeah. That's one corporation I wouldn't want to run." Desdemona shook her head.

Desdemona leaned forward and planted a lewd kiss right on his lips. He was so bewildered and sleepy that he couldn't manage much more than a weak squeak. Pinned between the two girls, he started to have a small freakout as his wildest dream came true.

"Were...sheep!" Alistair cried.

He realized at last why he recognized her particular sleepy/toothy smile. It was the same kind of smile as the weresheep on the encyclopedia profile picture. His heart was thumping like mad as he sank into her magic embrace.

"I think he's talking about you April." Desdemona noted.

"Yeaaaah~ probably." April sang drowsily.

Desdemona placed a hand on Alistair's chest, and discovered just how fast his heart was pounding.

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble. The mistress gave us explicit instructions to take good care of you. We're taking you home." Desdemona said softly.

"And we're already there!" Crimson cheered.

...

..

.

The four of them got out of the SUV and made their way to the house's front door. When Alistair was pulled out of the weresheep's grasp, he began to wake up. His head swiveled and his eyes took in the sights. It was huge luxurious two story house, with a gigantic green landscape and a five car garage. He stopped dead in his tracks and gaped.

"Oh no you don't. You're coming inside and that's final!" Desdemona insisted.

She tugged his arm and dragged him along, all while he was swinging his head around on a swivel to take in every sight. They got inside, and Crimson closed the door behind them.

"This is posh!" Alistair exclaimed.

"Thanks, it's my house. I was a top tier executive in a big tech company before all this happened. Before I got a new body." Desdemona recounted.

...

"Oh yeah. Alright, I guess it's time for me to drop the disguise too." Desdemona said.

"Yeah, you sure couldn't do it in the car." Both Crimson and April noted.

Alistair watched with perked interest as Desdemona moved to the center of the room.

...

Her body rippled with crimson, her form twisting and changing...

"Ohhhhh... here it comes..." Desdemona moaned.

*POOF

*Clop Clop

Hooves clopped on the hardwood floor. Had it not been for the fact she was wearing a skirt, Desdemona would have certainly destroyed her own clothes when the lower half of her body exploded out in mounds of rippling horse muscle.

"Holy fuck! A bicorn!" Alistair thought.

Alistair instinctually took a step back and covered the front of his pants with his hands. Crimson transformed as well, but her changes were not as dramatic as Desdemona, with bundles of feathers popping out of the cuffs of her maid outfit and wolf ears flopping down off the sides of her head.

"My good god... a Bicorn and Kikimora all at once!" Alistair exclaimed, recoiling.

The three girls stood there and kind of looked at each other awkwardly.

"You know what we're supposed to be?" They asked.

Alistair nodded, collapsing into a nearby leather couch. He pointed a shaking finger at each one and said their species, and they all looked at each other.

"Weresheep..." April mouthed.

"Kikiwhata?" Crimson coughed.

"Bicorn... sounds... well I guess it's because of the two horns?" Desdemona reasoned, touching her head.

...

"Yeah. A bicorn is derived from a unicorn. A kikimora is a type of wolf with feathers. And a weresheep is exactly as it sounds." Alistair explained.

"We had no idea. We don't know anything about... that." Desdemona said, shrugging.

"You were all human once?" Alistair asked, shocked.

The three of them nodded.

"As I said, I was an exec with a big company. I remember one day giving some girl straight out of 'Fear and Loathing' directions to the police station, and the next thing I know she's at my door. Then I was waking up like this, 30 years younger and oodles sexier." Desdemona recounted.

"I worked at a gas station with some loud mouth foreign guy, trying to get through college, when that same woman came in asking for some fat guy. Next thing I know, a few days later, she jumps me on my way back to work and turns me into this." Crimson recounted.

"Same deal for me, 'cept I worked at a furniture store. Same woman and all, but she turned me into one of the ten sheep that hops over the fence. At least she cured my insomnia." April said, smiling lopsided.

...

"We all wondered for a while why she picked us, and we eventually figured it out." Desdemona explained.'

"The mistress, Searraigh, said the same phrase to all of us. 'You shall be rewarded'... or something. And this is our reward." Crimson said.

"It's a good one too!" April added.

"She told us we have these bodies because of Michael Collins." Desdemona added.

...

"Mike you glorious bastard YOU REMEMBERED!" Alistair thought.

April lightly plopped down on the couch next to Alistair and snuggled up against his arm. He felt that drowsiness start creeping back.

"We're also thirsty as fuck." April said bluntly.

Desdemona shuffled in closer and knelt down on her four legs right next to the couch. Creeping in as close as she could, she took up Alistair's other arm on the opposite side of April. Her sizable breasts smushed up against his shoulder, and her piercing eyes stared into his. All three of them wore seductive lustful smiles as they crept closer and pinned him to the couch. Crimson managed to get his shoes off and massaged his feet.

"Tell me cutie, what's going through your mind right now? Or are you even capable of thinking with the three of us so close?" Desdemona asked softly.

*Moan

"Fufu, then I'll tell you what's on my mind. Namely you." Desdemona said, oozing seduction.

All of the girls nodded in agreement.

"I have a romantic dinner planned master, so that you can get to know us. I even found some nice bottles of wine." Crimson added.

"And then after we can get to know you, very very well." Desdemona whispered.

There was a pause as April squeezed in tighter and rubbed her fluffy body against his vigorously.

"I don't want to wait for after dinner. I won the roshambo and I get his first time." April argued.

"He just got off a plane. The poor master is probably starving!" Crimson countered.

"I've starving too." April murmured lustfully.

"We all are dear, but remember what the mistress said. We have to take good care of him. Dinner first, then we may eat." Desdemona said.

"Okay..." April said, dejected.

April let out a cute sigh and gently let Alistair free.

"I should probably tell you now, there's no escape. We're going to keep you here forever." Desdemona said.

"Oooh..." Alistair said.

"How's it feel, going from single... to dating... to married all in one day?" Desdemona asked.

"It's unbelievable!" Alistair exclaimed, bewildered.

"You had better believe it~! You're our husband now whether you like it or not." Desdemona sang.

"Whether I like it or not..." Alistair parroted.

"Now don't go trying to run away sexy, because we like you and we're going to keep you. If you try to leave, I'll pin you against the wall or chase you down with my horse legs and..." Desdemona tried to say.

"I won't run away if you kiss me." Alistair blurted.

All three of them smiled.

"Sweet, he's on board. I guess guys are reasonable after all." April said.

"I wonder why the mistress said for us to do all those things to keep him here." Crimson said.

"Yeah I know right? It's like she treats men like wild game. And that vial of... whatever the hell that drug was. OOF! It sent me up the wall, dripping and the whole nine yards!" April said.

"Oh... so that's why the ceiling fan blade was covered in lady cum." Desdemona noted.

"Yeah something like that... hehe." April giggled.

"Then there was those ropes she gave us to tie him up with..." Crimson noted.

...

"...my kiss?" Alistair murmured.

Desdemona slipped closer to Alistair and placed her womanly lips against his. She pressed tighter, and tighter, and even tighter until he couldn't resist her tongue anymore.

*Smooch

*Smack

*Pwah

Desdemona broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around him and squeezed like she was squeezing a teddy bear. It was a protective hug, one in which the other two joined. Alistair sighed and let himself be immersed in the sensation of warmth coming from the three women. He thought to himself that if it were a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

"You're not put off by any of this? I mean... we literally just met." Crimson asked.

"If I were still human, and a guy was clinging to me like this... I would be panicking." Desdemona noted.

Alistair shook his head side to side, which was difficult to do considering how tightly they were clinging to him.

"Nono love, everything's peachy keen. It's just..." Alistair said, trailing off.

He reached a hand out and gently brushed against Desdemona's flank, which rippled and twitched in response. She was utterly silky smooth to the touch. He did the same to Crimson, and her fluffy feathers ruffled.

"I know a lot about monster girls. Nothing you've done has put me off at all. I knew what you were the moment I saw you." Alistair added.

They all glanced at each other for several moments.

...

"Is it just me... or did we luck out?" Crimson asked.

The other two nodded in agreement.

"His hair is a bit messy, but I like it. Makes him look like a famous pop star." Crimson noted.

Desdemona raked her fingers through his hair.

"There... now he looks like John Lennon." Desdemona said, chuckling.

"If his hair was blonde, he'd look like the prime minister." April joked.

"His accent is sexy as hell." Desdemona noted.

...

..

.

Happy laughter echoed out of that fancy house as Alistair was introduced to his new home, and to his new life.