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Oct 24 2009

Wearing The Succubi Horns – Horny by S.B.

Last week I posted my story for the 2009 Realm of the Succubi Halloween Story Contest here in the Tale…

Today, I want to share with you all this wonderful work by the writer S.B. that he added to the contest… He was, in fact, the very first person to post in the thread on it in the Realm of the Succubi…

And I thank him for that always…

*huggles*

Tera

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Horny by S.B.
Ashley unwrapped the mystery box that had just been delivered at her annual Halloween costume party, puzzled as to why she was the recipient of something she clearly hadn’t ordered. Her best friend Sylvia peeked above her shoulder from atop her cowgirl boots, equally curious. She spoke first:

“Boy, the delivery guy sure disappeared in a heartbeat! It’s a shame, though, as he was kind of cute… So, what is that?”

“I honestly haven’t got a clue. I never even heard of this store before…” Ashley responded as her fingernails caressed the smooth inside and unveiled… “Oh…”

“Cool, a pair of horns!” Sylvia exclaimed with glee. “You know what; I think those will look super with the rest of your outfit!”

A laugh couldn’t be helped as she held the pair of dark red horns that were incredibly arousing to the touch…

“What? I’m dressed as Red Riding Hood, silly! And she was sweet… and innocent… and… this thing is sure made of a strange material. Here, touch it and tell me what you’re feeling…”

Sylvia rubbed one of her hands in them, absorbing a mystical energy into her skin. As a simple mortal, she wasn’t supposed to understand it but could certainly enjoy its flow and emphatically declare: “Wow… they give off a tingling warmth that’s quite intoxicating!”

“I know… I’m feeling it too! What do you think causes this?”

“Frankly, who cares? Sweetie, you should definitely try them on… I would do it myself but there’s not a single ounce of red in my costume at all… So what if Red Riding Hood was a spotless soul in the fairy-tale? This is Halloween and the fun lies in twisting traditions… Go on; let me see how they look on you…”

“Okay, I’ll give them a try…” Ashley agreed as she brought the hood to her back, the mesh of silky, black curls shining in its entire splendor… “They don’t seem to have anything to make them stick so I wonder if…”

Instantly, they merged with the wavy hair, their tips extending forward like they were real horns and not just a pretty decoration.

It was at this precise moment that, from the ruckus of the actual party taking place past the main corridor where both women stood, along came an impersonation of Tarzan (or was it George of the Jungle?), swinging his arms and spilling eggnog all over the floor. Brad was his name, a neighbor who always drank too much and liked to spoil everyone’s fun even when he wasn’t invited to be present. It was impossible to determine the precise amount of alcohol running through his blood-stream but it was more than enough to make him a nuisance with his foolish remarks…

“Now, that’s something to rise a man’s pole way up in the air! If Red Riding Hood is horny, then here I am, baby!” he spurted, a thread of white spit accumulating in the upper-corner of his lips.

Ashley looked at him slightly enraged as the unnatural energy emanating from the horns increased in intensity. Something was changing in her ways of thought; power grew from the inside and outside of her outfit and suddenly, that very repulsive creature that believed to be a man was seen through half-angelic, half-demonic eyes.

Sylvia couldn’t help but notice the gradual modification in posture and the bewitching cadence of her friend’s fingers as tiny sparks of emerald green ran through them. She also saw that the Red Riding Hood outfit was now becoming tighter, assuming the same darkish, seductive colour and tactile feeling of the pair of horns. She whispered in her ear: “Ashley, what’s happening?”

“I’m being elevated…” the brunette retorted, her voice chilly and hot, mellifluous and irresistible. “Now, watch as I teach him a lesson he should have learned a long time ago…”

The new Ashley glided across the corridor stopping right in the front of the drunk guest and purring: “Do you honestly think you’re man enough for me?”

“Think?!” Brad was amused. “Ashley, I’m the real king of the jungle and what I got beneath my thong can keep you pleased for eternity and a day!”

Her eyes glowed green for a fraction of a second.

“Then why can’t I see a thing? It would be nice if you really had hard balls and a throbbing dick but you don’t…” she smirked. “At least, not any more… ”

“Huh… what’s going on in your sick…?” Brad looked down, at the completely smooth skin in its crotch area. A perfect cleary in geographic terms. No protuberances. No sex traits. Nothing. “What?!! What did you… how did you… my dick and balls! You removed my dick and balls!”

“Yes I did and this is where you go down at my feet very obediently, say “Thank you so much!” and then… Get the hell out of my house and party!”

“In your dreams, you…” but as the words of malice were spoken out loud, his body and mind crumbled under the weight of her order and he helplessly knelt. Blank, he droned: “Thank you so much…” before getting up and going away into the dead of night, a Halloween slave.

Sylvia was dumbfounded, terrorized even. Strings of rationalizations were lost to what she had just witnessed. Ashley was no longer human. In her shadow, a heart-shaped tail slithered around her waist…

“There was only one thing that jerk was right about…” the domineering woman confessed whilst looking into the perplexed eyes of the one who had been her best friend. “I really am feeling horny now and there are many inside this house whom I wish to have servicing my needs… You’re the first in a long list, Sylvia and I’m sure you’ll do a wonderful job at it, my little slutty cow-girl!” a finger pointed to the floor. “Your turn to kneel.”

She obeyed and then crawled behind her owner as she moved swiftly to resume her place as Queen of the party…

The End

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*huggles*

Thank you again for your wonderful words dearest S.B….

Tera

3 comments

  1. avatar
    James

    This is just a marvelous story, and I think there are other marvelous stories to look forward to . . . and then I might write something . . . oh, well.

  2. avatar
    TeraS

    *snugs for my heart*

    You do and have my heart….

    Tera

  3. avatar
    S.B.

    I’m just glad you enjoyed it to the point of making a post about it in your blog, Milady. I’m deeply flattered by it.

    Yours truly,

    S.B.

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