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Sep 03 2012

An Incubi’s Tail By JHB

Last Monday was my Eternal’s birthday… For those that know Keith, he doesn’t make a fuss about it, isn’t bothered if no one remembers, and is just as happy no matter what happens on that day…

I will tell you all that he did have a present from me… You can use your own imaginations if you like, but you are likely not quite right in what you are thinking right now…

But…

My Heart, our dear friend, gifted Keith with a present, and, it tells a bit about Keith, why he’s a little different, and what that means in the Realm that we hold dear…

But then, my Heart, he knows…

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An Incubi’s Tail

By JHB

 

Every incubi and succubi of the Realm has two selves: a main self who is seen most of the time, and a tail self, whose personality complements the principal.

Every incubi and succubi, that is, except Keith, Tera’s Eternal.

Keith liked to say that, because he loved both Tera and her Tail completely, his two selves were unified into one. While he could appear as a black tail and as a red tail, he was always himself.  Only Tera and one or two others even remembered his tail self, who tended to be more mischievous than Keith, and who enjoyed meddling.

One of Keith’s great gifts was in seeing the world that was around him and capturing it for others to see.  He always saw and showed things just as they were, but it was said that his tail self liked to shift things around to his personal preferences.

But that tail self was never around any more . . . everybody was pretty sure of that.

Keith loved seeing the world around him, and was looking out from his porch in the human realm one day when he spied a young man and a young woman having a first, nervous, tentative, awkward meeting. There was a certain beauty in their shyness, but Keith knew enough about the ways of love and romance to tell that this fellow wasn’t going to get anywhere.

Ken was a gawky, gangly eighteen-year-old freshman at the local university, who had still not grown into some of his features, including his horn-rimmed glasses. While his features were pleasant enough, his pubescent acne had not entirely abated, and he had a self-conscious stammer. But he had a charming smile and sandy hair that sometimes fell across his forehead. His skill at the pottery wheel and his sensitive, smooth clarinet playing were getting lots of positive attention from teachers and even a few outside the school. Unfortunately, these were not the sorts of features that tended to make a teen popular among his peers.

Tammy was a shapely nineteen-year-old with creamy skin, chestnut hair, a quick wit and a winning smile. She wasn’t a frumpy dresser, but she also didn’t dress all that provocatively. Her beauty drew lots of attention, and most of it made her uncomfortable—especially attention from those who imagined and spread rumors of her escapades as a “hot date.” The truth was, the young botanist dated very little; she preferred quiet evenings with a little informal food and quiet conversation, and maybe a movie (though a walk through a museum, art gallery, or park would be better). Still, men of her age, anxious to show off, having made assumptions about the kind of woman she was, took her to loud clubs and bars and wanted to end the evening horizontally.

The older men who asked her out were worse, by the way.

Keith watched as the young man approached the young woman, expecting something beautifully sad to happen, something from which one—or perhaps even both—of them might learn something important. Keith had been human before he was incubi; he knew, in a way that most of his kind didn’t, that wise humans learned from the painful experiences. While he was as dedicated to bringing people joy and pleasure as any of his sisters and brothers, he knew that some things needed to play out.

Ken held his breath, screwed up every last ounce of his courage, and walked up to Tammy. “Hi, I’m Ken,” his voice cracked slightly, “and you and I have the same Western Civ. Class. I’ll bet you aren’t even interested, but maybe you’d let me take you out to a club or somethin’? I know you’re really hot, and you’ve got lots of guys, but maybe we could go to a club sometime.”

“No thank you.” Tammy was polite, but curt, and rather disappointed. She knew who Ken was, and had even heard him play a rather soulful solo once. She had hoped he would be different.

Keith watched as the young man approached the young woman, expecting something beautifully sad to happen, something from which one—or perhaps even both—of them might learn something important Keith had been human before he was incubi; he knew, in a way that most of his kind didn’t, that wise humans learned from the painful experiences. While he was as dedicated to bringing people joy and pleasure as any of his sisters and brothers, he knew that some things needed to play out.

He blinked for a moment, and shook his head, wondering at a sense of déjà vu he felt.

Ken held his breath, screwed up ever last ounce of his courage, and walked up to Tammy. He was so glad for the free sample of some acne cream he’d gotten, that had really cleared up his complexion. “Hi, I’m Ken,” his voice cracked slightly, “and you and I have the same Western Civ. Class. You’re a real hottie, and I’m not too shabby. Maybe you and I could hit the clubs sometime.”

“No thank you.” Tammy was polite, but curt, and rather disappointed. She knew who Ken was, and had even heard him play a rather soulful solo once. She had hoped he would be different.

Keith watched as the nice looking but oddly nervous young man approached the young woman, expecting something beautifully sad to happen, something from which one—or perhaps even both—of them might learn something important. Keith had been human before he was incubi; he knew, in a way that most of his kind didn’t, that wise humans learned from the painful experiences. While he was as dedicated to bringing people joy and pleasure as any of his sisters and brothers, he knew that some things needed to play out.

He blinked for a moment, and squinted, looking hard. Had he been here before? Why did this seem familiar, but different?

Ken held his breath, screwed up ever last ounce of his courage, and walked up to Tammy. He had been really lucky lately, winning that membership to the new gym six months ago, and just recently getting that free sample of acne cream that really cleared up his complexion. “Hi, I’m Ken,” his voice cracked slightly, “and you’re Tammy, right? You and I have the same Western Civ. Class. You’re a real hottie, and I’m not too shabby. Maybe you and I could hit the clubs sometime.”

“No thank you.” Tammy was polite, but curt, and rather disappointed. She knew who Ken was, thought he was cute, and had even heard him play a rather soulful solo once. She had hoped he would be different.

Keith watched as the nice looking but oddly nervous young man approached the deeply attractive but quiet young woman, expecting something beautifully sad to happen, something from which one—or perhaps even both—of them might learn something . . .

Wait! Something was very wrong here; some sort of interference, and clearly not human. Keith briefly thought about how his tail self used to like to interfere, but they were united now. Yes, he was sure of that. Besides, there was no sign of an incubi, and he was right there.

Ken held his breath, screwed up ever last ounce of his courage, and walked up to Tammy. He had been really lucky lately, winning that membership to the new gym six months ago, and just recently getting that free sample of acne cream that really cleared up his complexion. “Hi, I’m Ken,” his voice cracked slightly, “and you’re Tammy, right? You and I have the same Western Civ. Class. You’re a real hottie, and I’m not too shabby. Maybe you and I could . . . have coffee sometime.” He was going to suggest clubbing, but, for some reason, he thought better of it.

“Yes, the might be . . .” Tammy was polite, and entertaining the idea. She had just gotten a promotional gift certificate to that new store at the mall, and had decided to get something that showed off her bust just a bit more. She knew who Ken was, thought he was cute, and had even heard him play a rather soulful solo once. She had been hoping he might ask her . . .

She felt his hand reach around to the small of her back. “No! No!” Tammy panicked and ran away, sobbing.

This was getting out of hand. Keith had wanted to let this run its course, but this was not its course. He stepped off his porch, through the portal into the royal castle of the Realm. His red horns and tail were clearly visible, but his face was scrunched up in concentration. This was a step sideways in mortal time, and he had to engage the portal just right. “One . . . two . . . seventeen . . . six . . .” he could be heard to mutter before leaping back in.

Ken held his breath, screwed up every last ounce of his courage, and was ready to walk up to Tammy. But there was this kind-looking fellow with very kind, very insightful eyes standing in front of him: “Hey, hold up kid! Do you know what you’re going to say to her?”

“Well, ummmm . . . I’m not sure, but I’ve saved up to take her to a club.”

“Does she look like somebody who wants to go to a club?”

“Well, she’s really cute . . . I mean hot, and  . . . “

“Does she look like somebody who wants to go to a club?”

“Well, I’ve heard . . . I mean, lots of guys must take her out to really swinging places.”

“Where so you usually see her—besides class, I mean?”

“Well, the library, the art gallery . . . I see her taking walks by the lake sometimes . . .”

“So now, think. What kind of a place might you and she be comfortable? What kind of place could you feel comfortable asking her to go, where she might see a good side of you?”

Ken stood. He thought. He walked over to Tammy, not even stopping to wonder where the stranger had gone. “Hi, I’m Ken,” his voice cracked slightly, “and you and I have the same Western Civ. Class. And I think . . . ummm . . . I think you have looked over some of my pottery in the campus gallery. I’m . . . I’m gonna be sitting in with a jazz combo at the coffeehouse on Third tomorrow night. Would you . . . maybe . . . like to come over, listen for a bit, maybe have some dessert together?”

Tammy smiled and looked at her sneakers. She had seen Ken in class, and heard him play a really soulful solo once. “Those were your pieces? Wow.” But still, her bad experiences with guys made her nervous.

A “no” was on her lips when she heard a voice that made her feel safe. “Does he really look like any of the other guys you’ve dated? Has anybody asked you to something like this before?’

“Yeah . . . Yes. I think that would be nice.” Instead of smiling at her shoes, she smiled at Ken. “I . . . I have to check on some plants in the campus arboretum. Want to come along?”

Now Ken was smiling. “Sure!”

Keith watched from the porch, smiling a bit himself as the two walked away and Tammy tentatively took Ken’s hand. A familiar pair of arms wrapped around him and, while his Eternal didn’t show her horns or tail here, Keith knew he felt her tail wrap around his waist. There was also the aroma of cherries: “That was a wonderful thing you did.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything, but somebody, somewhere, prodded me into it.”

“Any idea who?”

“Not the foggiest notion.”

Later, Keith stopped by a special mirror in the castle. There were the black horns and tail instead of his red, but it was still clearly him.

Did he see the reflection wink? No, can’t be. He shook his head.

Keith’s tail self was never around any more . . . everybody was pretty sure of that.

Pretty sure . . .

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Mostly sure?

My heart, thank you again for this gift, the smile you brought was wonderful and the joy you bring to us means the world to us both…

Love Always

Tera & Keith

2 comments

  1. avatar
    James

    A smile is what matters most to me. Just glad he enjoyed his birthday (how could he not, withyou there?).

  2. avatar
    TeraS

    *snugs*

    Tera

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