2017 arrives and with it a … somewhat different story to be told. A comment by a dear friend brought this story to the fore. A question about magical artifacts and what happens if someone gets …
Behind the Eight Ball
There are those in the Realm that are, surprisingly, more naughty than others. They are more adventurous, willing to take risks, explore the mysteries around them. Those particular souls are known as purple tails. By themselves, they can, and do, get into all sorts of mischief—it is, after all, their nature. When they set their minds to something, things tend to get a little out of hand.
On the last day of the year, in the last hours of the evening before the clocks strike midnight and the New Year begins, there is a ball held within the Palace, which all are welcome to attend. The sovereigns appear to hold court, to mill with their subjects, and to speak of the year past and the year to be.
Many attend, some remaining until the celebration begins, some depart after sharing a moment with either Tera or Keith, whichever happens to be available or within the visitor’s reach. Others mill about on the edges, having their own moments, perhaps sneaking off through the halls and passageways, finding an alcove, a room, or, for those that are especially daring, a window to be pressing against as their partner in crime, as it were, does interesting things to them. However, in the case of two purple tails, they weren’t attending the ball for the pomp, the fun, or the games. No, for these two purple tails, well, they were on a mission. For the young, being dared is one thing, being double dared is another. But then being tripled dared with RediWhip on top … by a blue tail no less … well, there wasn’t any choice for Pandy and Hope.
The pair had come to the New Year Ball, made their appearance, said hello to Keith—not Tera, mind you. They didn’t want her to know what they were planning, at least they, and their classmates, had figured Tera couldn’t possibly know what they were up to if she didn’t get close to them. It was just after ten when the two purple tails edged their way to one particular exit in the grand ballroom before ducking out. Neither had noticed that the blue-tailed succubi that had dared them was standing with Tera and Keith. They also didn’t notice how she was giggling with Tera as they all were looking directly at the couple of sneaks as they left.
Pandy was trying to pull up her long skirt, so she didn’t trip over her too-tall heels, whining as she did: “She’s gonna kill us. We are sooo doomed.”
Just ahead, her roommate, Hope laughed: “You’re just mad that you decided on that formal dress.”
She twirled in a circle, teasing as her miniskirt showed off some delicious-looking thigh: “Going modern and slutty makes for a quick escape.”
The slightly older of the two, and the wiser, all things considered, continued to frump: “Oh please. That’s not why you decided on that look. You were all ga-ga over Keith.”
Stopping at a corner, peeking around it, the sneak in charge whispered: “Sure, as if you weren’t showing off all that boobage of yours.”
Hope was notorious for being a tease and Pandy’s claim to fame was her deep cleavage. Especially in a corset, which made up most of her wardrobe. As the brunette succubi pornstar-wannabe-with-a-ponytail started to move again, she yelped in surprise as a hand tipped with sky-blue nails grabbed onto that ponytail, pulling her back. Her pink lips were in a frown, her hair, once perfectly quaffed, now an auburn mess of curls hovering around her shoulders as she pulled her friend—though she sometimes wondered about that—into an intimate hug, boobs rubbing against boobs as she purred: “I thought you liked my boobs?”
“Oh gawd, Pands. We haven’t got time!”
A smirk, one that made Hope shiver, was accompanied by Pandy licking her lips: “There’s always time.”
Being pressed against the stone wall, shivering a bit more from the cool bricks on her bare back and the heat from her friend, she managed to keep long pink nails from slipping underneath her far-too-short skirt: “No! Come on, Pands! Do you really want to go back empty-handed?”
The frump this time was a resigned one: “Fine. See if I give you a New Year’s Day present.”
Hope watched Miss Boobs walk around the corner like she owned the Palace. Shaking her head, she mumbled to herself: “Damned drama queen! I swear!”
“I heard that! Come on, let’s get this over with!”
Ten-thirty came with the chiming of a clock in the hallway that the pair were sneaking through. They hadn’t bumped into anyone, which was a surprise Pandy thought. Hope, however, had done some research, and realized that no one was in the offices of the Palace on New Year’s Eve. Tera made sure that everyone had the day off, and the place was locked tight.
At least it was supposed to be.
“That door better be open, or this entire idea …”
“It’ll be open. I’m sure.”
Pandy’s musings echoed off the walls: “What did you promise?”
“I didn’t … promise … anything.”
Hope had an innocent smile: “Yup, I did. By now the video’s been shared all over the place.”
Pandy made a mental note to check the local intranet for the footage: “You’re nuts.”
Hope came to a sudden stop, Pandy bumping into her: “Well, I didn’t let him use that.”
Hope winked then walked through the main doors to the Palace Offices: “I’ll use that on Mark if he is a good incubus for me.”
Watching the doors swing shut behind her now obviously insane roommate, the well-endowed succubi put her hands over her eyes: “So going to kill us.”
As the doors continued to swing back and forth, the insane one called out: “Oh! I also promised that you’d use your boobs on him … oiled, too!”
Pandy grabbed the door handle, slamming the door open, running after her: “Dammit, Hope!”
The giggling led her onwards through the empty offices until she found her nemesis in front of a pair of doors, jiggling the door handles. “Come on! He’d better have …”
Leaning against the door, Pandy smirked: “Maybe you should have used RediWhip?”
A click announced the lock being released, but the louder sound was Pandy shrieking in surprise as the door she was leaning on burst open. Losing her balance, the top-heavy succubi’s arms flailed about, grabbing Hope by the collar of her too-tight bolero jacket, the pair being thrown into the next room, the doors slamming shut behind them both.
The pair stumbled and tumbled across the office, hands clutching at anything they could grab, meaning that Hope got a handful of boob and Pandy got a helping of ass. Tripping over Pandy’s long dress, and completely losing their balance, the pair rolled across the floor, bouncing off a table and winding up in a heap beside a leather couch. As the pair lay there on the red carpet, they looked towards the table they’d bumped and gasped in horror. They’d come here looking for one particular thing in Tera’s office. All they wanted to do was take a picture of them holding it and get away.
They’d been warned—by Marion, the brightest of all of the yellow-tails in the Realm—not to mess with it. Her words came back as it wobbled on top of the table: “It’s a major magical artifact that would bring doom to countless millions in the wrong hands.”
Then it came off its stand and started to roll across the tabletop.
“It’s something no one should be messing with …”
The pair scrambled to get over to the table before it fell off and shattered, Tera only knowing what might happen.
“… especially since it belongs to Tera.”
It rolled off the edge of the table, time slowing down as it descended towards their certain doom, hands sweeping through the air in an attempt to save it.
“Good thing it’s in the possession of the frequently bemused Queen of the Succubi, then.”
With a soft thump, it landed in Pandy’s hands, just above the floor.
“I know I breathe easier.”
Hope’s forehead thumped into the carpet in relief. They hadn’t destroyed Tera’s Magic Eight Ball. They might just get out of this with their tails in one piece: “Are you okay? Is it okay?”
“I dunno. I’ll ask it.”
Hope’s eyes widened as Pandy turned the black orb over in her hands: “Are you damaged?”
The window came into view, then a message appeared: Better not tell you now.
Getting to her heels, Hope moaned as she saw the result: “Crap. Look, let’s get a picture, put it back, and get the hell out of here.”
Pandy had the strangest gleam in her eyes: “This is Tera’s Magic Eight Ball …”
Pandy walked over to the couch, settling in there, looking at the mystical orb, then smiled: “So … let’s ask some questions?”
“You are nuts.”
“You’re the one that took the dare! If I’m going to be in trouble, I’m going ask a question! What’s the worst that can happen?”
Neither caught the message in the Eight Ball: Cannot predict now.
“You have no idea what that thing can do! It’s Tera’s! Don’t mess with it!”
The curvy auburn-coiffed succubi smiled: “What? You think anything will happen?”
Again, they both missed the message: You may rely on it.
“Look, I really don’t want to piss Tera off. Just put the darned thing down, let’s get that picture and get out of here!”
“Oh chill out, Hope.”
Stalking up to her obviously insane roomie, her tail very agitated, Hope touched the Eight Ball: “Are you kidding?”
Another message: Ask again later.
Pandy sighed: “Why don’t you relax?”
This message was clearly seen by both of them: Yes, definitely.
Something caressed its way along two purple tails lightly, sending a shiver through the arguing succubi, turning their shouts into needful moans. Hope’s legs wobbled and she fell onto the couch beside Pandy who was rubbing a hand under her skirt: “Oh fuuck … so … gawd … so fucking hornnnnyyyy …”
The eight ball rolled out of Hope’s hands, falling between the two succubi, who fell against each other, the orb’s newest note very clear: Without a doubt.
Pandy tried—really, she did—to move away, but Hope’s tail sneaking under her dress, the tip rubbing against her thigh, pushed that thought away. Her voice was husky: “Hope … please … don’t … tease me …”
The mewl was temptation: “Wanna cum?”
Again, another message: It is decidedly so.
Pandy’s formal dress didn’t stop Hope at all from burrowing beneath it and focusing all of her efforts, and tongue, on one singular thought.
The screaming as Pandy fell to Hope’s talents, were an open door so far as the orb was concerned as it rolled back and forth on the couch.
“Oh, Fuck! Don’t you stop!”
It is certain.
“Where did you … oh, Goddess! … learn THAT!”
Reply hazy. Try again.
Pandy was finally pushed over the edge, her orgasm the most wild one she’d ever had. A limp, wet mess, she laid there in bliss as Hope licked her way back into view. Sucking on a finger, the temptress moaned: “Your turn.”
Pandy could barely put the words together: “Can’t … so … gawd …”
Hope frowned at the answer. She’d been nice to her roomie, but roomie wasn’t being nice back. Then her eyes fell upon the eight ball and, unable to stop her, Pandy could only watch as Hope’s slick fingers caressed the orb: “She’s a horny fucktoy.”
The orb agreed: As I see it, yes.
The fancy dress faded away, Pandy’s expression went from surprise to wanton need in an instant. Her eyes gleamed, her fingers found their way to Hope’s sick wet sex and stroked her slowly. A sheen poured over her skin, her auburn hair slicked by oil. Her tail slithered over Hope’s body, the tip rubbing just underneath the sensitive spot where her target’s purple tail came out. Pandy’s hand was on the orb as well, and she moaned in glazed over lust: “We … both … mmm … are …”
Hope’s barely-there outfit vanished, her body soon covered with oil, hair dripping wet, whether rubbed off Pandy or created by the orb, neither could know, or care. “Are … mmmmm … ya a slut?”
Concentrate and ask again.
Her mind emptied out, the little bit of thought that remained held on one thing: “Are … you … a … slut?”
“Sooooo … fucking … hot … fucking slut …”
The screams from the two entranced succubi as they licked, rubbed, sucked and toyed with each other echoed through the empty halls of the Palace offices. From time to time, one or the other of the sex-obsessed pair would place a hand on the orb, sometimes when they could think clearly for a moment.
“Can’t … Have to … stop …”
My sources say no.
“We … haveta … ssssstop …”
Don’t count on it.
My reply is no.
“Can’t … have to … go …”
Outlook not so good.
The following morning, Tera walked into the Palace offices, carrying a mug of tea. The evening had been a delight, and this was usually a holiday, but there was something she needed to deal with. She found the two purple-tails a naked mess in the middle of her office as she opened the door and looked inside.
Careful not to wake the two exhausted succubi, Tera crossed the floor, vigilant not to slip in the oil that was soaked into her carpet. How that was going to be cleaned up was something she was musing over as she picked up the eight ball: “Did they have fun?”
Signs point to yes.
Setting the orb back in its place, Tera smiled and made her way to her desk. Settling in, she waited for the two sneaks to recover from what they’d been through. The young were risk takers, some more than others, but they all were a source of delight and bemusement nonetheless.
Especially when they get tripled-dared by her blue-tailed daughter Rianna and her sense of humour.
Taking another sip of her tea, Tera wondered out loud: “I wonder if Rianna will try this again next year?”
The Eight Ball’s answer was an obvious one.