Nov 02 2014

A Review of Cedric the Demonic Knight by Valerie Willis

Cedric the Demonic Knight by Valerie Willis

One of the things that seems to be, for the most part, very difficult for beings like Succubi or Incubi, in most stories, is to believe in is that there is something, or someone, for them that could be called a soulmate. It is the moment of their acceptance of that being true, whatever the form that makes a difference to them.

It becomes that much more difficult when the universe likes to play games with them, around them, and draw them into a place where almost anything can happen.

The thing is, in some cases, it can also see to it that they themselves can do anything as well.

The work tells about:

Known for hunting the supernatural, no mortal man realizes Lord Cedric is one of Sorceress Morrighan’s abominations. After competing in a tournament, he is wed to a Lady of the Court, Angeline. Cedric’s senses begin to overwhelm him and he struggles to decipher his feelings; Are they a creation of his incubine bloodline or truly heartfelt emotions for the girl who has lost it all to him? He finds himself forced to choose between falling in love or continuing his suicidal quest to kill his creator. Epic battles against all manners of beasts and demons fill this story with memorable antagonists such as Morrighan and her two sisters; Romasanta the Father of Werewolves; Succubus Queen Lillith and many more.

Cedric has a goal, one that has driven him for most of his life. Revenge. In order to have that, he will do almost anything to gain what he needs to have that in his grasp. A chance encounter with Angeline starts them both on a path that neither expected, neither could see the results of, and with all of that… to come to change the world in ways unimaginable.

The most interesting part of this work are the characters by far. While the names of some are familiar, like Lilith among others, they are not quite what one expects them to be. There are quite a number of myths and legends written into and around these characters and in doing so the author weaves a deliciously complex and riveting tale. It’s a refreshing turn of the tale with all of those that Cedric and Angeline encounter, never stereotypical, and in doing so the story rises about a simple adventure story or romance, but into a much more gripping story of the growth within Cedric and Angeline.

At the beginning of the story, Cedric doesn’t quite come across as the sort of character that one might like, if at all. He’s a bit rough, a bit aloof here and there, and, to a point, he’s quite a cad at times. Part of that is his history, there is no doubt and it is a history that is very complex and really one of the most unique stories told that I have read in sometime. As the story unfolds, as Angeline’s purpose and connection to him turns from a matter of “just being” and into “never being without” the change in Cedric is breathtaking. The emotions, the need and want are very strongly told and in that comes reveals about Cedric that while at times are a surprise, they do not step outside of what is known about him, his past, and more importantly, what his future being to him.

He is not completely an Incubus, though it is a large part of him, and with that comes an ongoing internal struggle as the story is told. It is painful at times, occasionally head-shaking, but always tightly told. The reasons for his struggle, the awful past that haunts him and the fear that comes with it are when he is his most human which brings him to being a character that one cannot help but admire for his strength and how he comes to if not cope, then to come to terms with it.

Angeline follows a similar part through the story, going from perceived weakness, to discovering her past, what it means, and what it has done to her. As the story of her relationship with Cedric goes from grudging tolerance into acceptance, discovery and beyond, the strength within her character becomes a mirror to that of Cedric himself. It is her discovering that she is more than she believed, does more than she could have imagined, and, more than that, finds something within herself and within Cedric that answers a question within them both. Angeline’s transformation is as vast and complete as Cedric’s own and perhaps more so.

The work tells of a unique connection between Cedric and Angeline, and in that connection I have to admit that it bothered me from time to time in how it worked and what it did to each of them. But this was consistent throughout the story, and in the case of other Succubi and Incubi that appear, there was no exceptions or alterations in that. It’s important to keep how things work consistent and in this work it is.

Lilith appears in this work and in her appearances she is, just slightly, different enough from the legends that I liked her for what she represented. There is a change in her from when Cedric first encounters her and when she appears again in the closing chapters which isn’t really explained. I really would like to know what changed, why it is, and what that means between the two of them. I think that untold story would be interesting to see.

As Lilith is the Queen Succubus, then Boto is the King Incubus. He is also Cedric’s father and while he is that, there really isn’t anything that connects them together. There is, of course, another involved in the story about Cedric’s father, Morrighan and to other levels and connections, her sisters. There isn’t really much to like about Boto, but then he isn’t really meant to be much in the way of a good character. He is, quite simply, over the top and evil and within that comes a revelation about Cedric that was quite unexpected when it came in the story.

There are quite a number of surprises that appear as the story moves towards its climax. They all could have been impossible or be badly disconnected, but they were not. The plot is complex and one does need to pay attention as the events of the past come into play as the story goes onwards. There is a lot of detail, background and events that are told that matter and as such, and for the length of this work, attention should be held to the story throughout.

The writing has personality, character and it’s quite clear that the author cares very much to tell a story with heart and soul. I didn’t feel like anything was wasted in the storytelling, nor did I feel at the end of the work that the story was left hanging with many important things untold. There is a good sense of closure, of drawing this part of Cedric and Angeline’s to a point where the ending is a satisfying one.

The author also uses a very unique means of dropping the reader into the story that seems a bit odd at first and tends to make one ask “why is this happening” but when the last chapters appear and that in explained, I thought that was simply inspired storytelling. The questions were answered, the meaning is there, and that made the story much stronger.

It’s very rare that I do rate works as highly as I do this one. This is really an amazing work, one in which I felt very strongly connected with the characters and how the story was told. A truly amazing piece of prose in which anything is possible and sometimes anyone can do the impossible for the right reasons.

I’m giving this work a solid five out of five pitchforks.

A joy to read, a story well told, and most of all, the author’s own words tell how strongly she needed to tell this story… And it’s amazing.

So the only question is… When will the next book appear?

I can hardly wait…

My thanks to Valerie for sharing her work with me, taking the time to as well write a bit about her work in the SuccuWiki, and most of all, creating something that brought a lot of joy for me… There are very few stories that, for me, tell a story that’s new, refreshingly so in this case, and I wish her the best in her writing career…



Nov 01 2014

Another Morrigan Colouring YouTube

An interesting piece of Morrigan Aensland art this week on the Tale… I’m not quite sure who the other character is though… She does seem familiar though…

And if you can’t see this video on the Tale, try this link:

And an image of the art itself:


I think the other character might be from the Marvel universe, but she isn’t quite I think… It might be Psylocke, the costume seems to be right, but I could be wrong. Still, the art is interesting, really there isn’t a lot of art that has Morrigan with characters that don’t normally appear with her so that’s quite different…

Obviously they are both laying in a bed together… Might be a story in that somewhere…



Oct 31 2014

Drawn Upon – Tera’s Halloween 2014 Manip

It has been, as well I know, quite some time since I have created a Succubi manip… As it is Halloween, and it is my tradition to share a Halloween manip… I thought it was time for something… or rather someone… to be Drawn Upon…


Drawn Upon by TeraS

Drawn Upon by TeraS


And here, for those that would like to read, is the story that goes with this image:


She came as a plaything for the Halloween party.
Then she saw the drawing . . . lines on the wall, calling out to her, drawing her in,
whispering, seducing, drawing her closer.

Something drew on her, stroking her skin, her mind, her soul.
Bricks pressed against her skin drew a flush of heat through her.
Hot … wet … she arched her body, twisting, being twisted, drawn upon.

She wanted to submit … totally.
She wanted to obey … forever.
She drew upon a touch of ecstasy she needed so badly … so completely.

She closed her eyes, opened her soul, drew upon a true self she never knew before.
They would never see her coming.
They would never realize until too late.

Something new, yet so very old, was drawn upon
The leash she held was drawn through her fingers.
Images of those she would lead were drawn in her imagination.

A room full of thralls waited to be claimed
… possessed
… marked, drawn out and drawn upon,

A room of souls was ready to be taken … drawn to her and redrawn.
A gasp of chill air was drawn into her mouth,
and a hot moan was drawn sensuously from her lips.

The truth was now drawn for all, plain to see.
She came as a plaything for the Halloween party.
She’d cum as a succubus instead.


My thanks to my heart for taking my words and helping them to have the power that was hidden within them…

To all, a Happy Halloween from the Queen of the Succubi…

May you have all of the treats and all of the tricks you wish for…




Oct 30 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 355

Personally I like Succubi that have but a single tail. That’s mainly because I know, full well, that more than one tail is a real problem… They are be quite the mischievous thing when they want to be and when there is more than one… I shudder to think about the things that might go on…

I found a lovely work this week’s Succubi and I do wonder just how much trouble she gets into with all of those tails…

Vezakam by Pie-Likes-Me

Vezakam by Pie-Likes-Me

This work is by an artist on DeviantArt named Pie-Likes-Me and it is of a Succubus named Vezakam. You can find the original page I found this work on DeviantArt here and this artist’s page is here as well…

I have very few pencil sketches in my collection of Succubi art and I do like this very much. The tails are cute and just seem to work well with her and that expression she has. Her outfit sort of has a “superhero” vibe to it and really that is an interesting thought for a Succubus to be. Lovely texture and depth to her form, the wings really match her body in size nicely too.

I wonder about her colours… Perhaps blue hair? Purple wings and tail? Green or gold for her clothing and boots? It might make for an interesting combination…

But the one thing about her that makes me wonder the most is her smile and look in her eyes… It’s very “butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth” sort of an expression… Something to think about…



Oct 29 2014

This is closer to a nightmare than a Succubus costume…

Red Devil Bodysuit CostumeAs it is only a couple of days before Halloween, there of course has to be one final nightmare before that night arrives… right?

This… thing… is called the Red Devil Bodysuit Costume and it comes with the vinyl teddy, the horns and the attached tail… And that’s all. The gloves, stockings, and shoes are not included and it sells for $70 US, but can be found for as little as $35 US at some online stores…

And I really dislike this quite a lot. It just looks too cheap for my tastes, which is one of the things that I really do not like in a Succubus costume by any means. The tail is nothing special and the horns are simply wrong by any stretch of the imagination.

With the stockings and gloves, to be honest, it really adds not all that much to the overall look at all. I’m not sure if that is a case of the model not fitting the costume well or if it is just the overwhelming kitsch in this that makes it just so bad.

Saving this isn’t at all possible, at least I cannot see a way to do so and I won’t be wearing this on Halloween I’m very sure…

I’ll be generous and give it one pitchfork out of five.

Call it a gift before Halloween to make up for the nightmare?

Though it really doesn’t I know…



Oct 28 2014

A Review of Post Secondary Succubus: Graduation by Lacey Layton

Post Secondary Succubus: Graduation by Lacey Layton

Post Secondary Succubus: Graduation by Lacey Layton

A review today on the Tale of the third work in the series Post Secondary Succubus which seems to draw the series to a close. I was somewhat disappointed in the second book which at the time I thought was a shame, because the first book I thought had lot of promise in spite of some oddness in it. You can find the first review of this series here on the Tale and the second review can be found here as well.

Sometimes the resolution to a plot comes from a direction you don’t expect. The thing of that is, how exactly does that answer fit into the rest of the series, does it make any sense, and when the work comes to a close, were all of the loose ends tied up? Not always.


The story is about:

Life hasn’t been easy for Kaylee. Being a Succubus is one thing. But in her short University career she has had jealous lovers try to kill her and had a serial killer take away someone she loved. Now Kaylee is trying to keep the same mistake from happening again with Detective Bryan Storm, a fierce and powerful man. She thinks by keeping him at bay she can keep her feelings in control, and will avoid losing yet another man she loves.

However, as her University life is wrapping up, so too is this chapter in her life. Faces from the past, and new dangers in the present converge to push Kaylee to new limits. In the conclusion to the “Post Secondary Succubus” trilogy, Kaylee faces off against a group where her power holds no sway. A group that endangers all of those that she loves in the pursuit of owning the power Kaylee has. All conflicts will be settled, and all truths exposed just in time for Graduation Day.

Further time has passed and Kaylee is in her final year, her future in front of her. The problem is that the past won’t let go and it’s coming back to haunt her in every way imaginable. When a new threat to Kaylee and her kind appears, she’s forced to make a choice and that choice will mean everything to her… or she’ll lose it all.

The one thing that I did like, more than anything else really, was that Kaylee had to face a lot of the choices she has made and their consequences. There is closure for some of those, but for quite a number of others she doesn’t find exactly what she needs, but rather gets something a bit different. It’s very clear as the story is told that she isn’t quite the same person she was in the first and second books and that I found made her a lot more interesting as a character.

There are still, on occasion, hints of her past view of things in how she deals with events and as well the choices she makes in order to try and find her way to solving the overwhelming problem that she faces in this work. Some of that is her relationship that started with Bryan, but a lot of it comes from the loss of Mike and in how she finally faces that loss. There is also an appearance of another character who vanished in the second work but suddenly reappears to point Kaylee in the direction of a threat to the succubi… and that’s a large part of what I didn’t really like in this work.

Gavin, possibly the single most irritating character in the series returns and with him comes his attitude and complete disregard for the past and what he did to Linda, Kaylee’s friend. That becomes a secondary plot in the work and there is, at long last, some character development in him. But it comes I think far too late in the story and when it does, and he reaches out, it just feels wrong in many ways. There seemed to some purpose to his thread in the story but at the last it gets tossed away with a short bit of dialog which takes him back to where he started. It could have been a bit better in how that worked for him, but also for Linda as well in that she doesn’t have closure either.

The threat that is revealed slowly in the story bothered me as well in that I couldn’t quite see how it worked exactly. I followed what it did, and it sounded like it could be interesting. But it devolved into what seemed to be an excuse for some moments of erotica that didn’t work for me at least. Some of the moments that Kaylee has with Bryan are very hot, but that turns a corner in the middle of the story and in a way that I just couldn’t get connected to. As for the threat, I can see the why of it and the how… But it didn’t make a lot of sense if the mechanics of how the powers of a succubus work in this universe are followed. There’s something unsaid and missing and that bothers me.

The work is the best written of the three by far, there isn’t anything that tends to take you out of the story overall. The ending of the threat, what happens to Kaylee as a result, and what it does to her I think was well done and put a good note to her story. Past that point the wrapping up of the story mostly worked but there are a series of dangling plots that aren’t closed and which would make another work in the series possible.

It would be interesting to see where that might go, what the consequences are to Kaylee’s actions, and perhaps to get more into the society of the succubi, both the good and the bad, and tell that story. It’s still a murky tale to be told and it need not be.

Three and a half pitchforks out of five.

The work seemed just a bit too scattered in handling the main plot and with bringing back some of the characters in the past, there just wasn’t anything like grow in them to speak of. There is closure, thankfully, and Kaylee at the end of the series is someone I liked a lot better. That in itself was good to see. But there are a lot of dangling threads in this work and another book in the series seems to be the obvious reason for them. There shouldn’t be a lot of hand waving about the threads if there is because they are some really major ones.

For the series as a whole I’ll give four out of five pitchforks.

Kaylee wasn’t the overall problem with the series. She’s interesting, I like her development as the series went on, even with the glaring mistakes she made throughout the series. The main problem with the work was some of the supporting cast just rubbed me the wrong way, they didn’t learn much of anything and at the end, when they seemed to, that was sort of tossed to the side in a way that didn’t work for me. As well, the final work in the series introduced a threat to Kaylee that just came out of left field and didn’t seem to connect to the rest of the series as a whole.

The erotica is very hot, there’s no doubt of that, the characters are unique and memorable, even the ones you just can’t really like. The story as a whole has a good coming of age vibe to it that I think works well. It’s just the little things in the story that keep getting in the way of my liking it more than I do and that really bothers me.

I think if the middle part of the work had been handled better in what Kaylee did as a Domme, if the latter part of the trilogy had more of a connection to previous events that would have helped too. But overall my concerns are really minor ones that don’t take away from the series as a whole too much and if there is a “after this” for Kaylee I hope that shows her becoming more than the world and some of those around her expect her to be.

Because, in truth, that’s really when you learn the lessons of life.



Oct 27 2014

Sparkly Horn Horror – Part II By TeraS

It’s been a little bit since the story of Sparkly Horn Horror began on the Tale. While this particular part of the story isn’t complete, I know I can do more with it, it is the next part of the story regardless.

If you’d like to read the first part of Sparkly Horn Horror, you can find it here on the Tale.



Sparkly Horn Horror
Part II
By TeraS


The scene in the Realm Library was one of organized chaos. The staff all understood what they were looking for, though some of the younger ones didn’t honestly believe that Tera was serious about things until she crossed her arms over her chest and then started tapping the sleeve of her jacket with a finger—a clear sign that she was on the edge of being disappointed.That shocked them into taking the work they all faced very seriously.

The Queen was very clear that they all needed to search the Library, and they had just under two hours to do so. They didn’t need that long to come up with an answer. Miriam’s computerization of most of the card catalogue took care of the heaviest searching, and it was with some worry that she approached Tera’s office and knocked on the door frame. “Your Majesty … um … Tera? There’s nothing. I can’t find a reference to this … thing … anywhere.”

Tera was sitting on her desk in thought when Miriam spoke. She nodded and ran her fingers through her hair: “I’m not really surprised. It is something that my parents would not have wanted to become common knowledge in their time.”

“What do you know about this?”

She looked at Miriam and smiled: “Only the stories that my Mother and Father told me. Keep in mind that to me the stories were the sort of thing that was meant to frighten little me and make me go to bed.”

Miriam giggled: “I can’t see you being a problem child, Tera. That isn’t at all like you.”

Her Majesty allowed herself a bemused smile in return: “Well of course not. Perish the thought.”

Miriam walked just inside the door and closed it behind her, fidgeting with her hands as she asked: “Tell me one of them, please. Maybe it will give us a clue or something.”

“Keeping in mind that I haven’t the storytelling ability of my parents …”

The yellow-tailed librarian shook her head: “With respect, I doubt that. I’ve seen you telling stories to the young.”

Tera tucked a lock of hair behind one ear: “Right … Seriously, I’m nothing compared to them. To be honest, I have been mulling over the stories in my mind and none of them are really specific. But then they are children’s stories, so there are a lot of bogeymen in them to scare and not a lot of facts to hold onto. The one that I remember the most is one my Mother told often.”

Miriam looked at the clock and then at the Head Librarian: “And?”

Tera had a faraway look in her eyes as she spoke: “It came from the dark and touched the lost, the seeking, the needful. One by one they all succumbed to the hungers they held in check, waiting. A wave of what was came across the lands, unstoppable by those who were. All seemed lost until the moment when the lost were found, and then the battle was won, save for those that were never to be found. The lost were taken, never to be seen again.”

Miriam was quiet for a time, then said: “Not really all that useful, is it?”

Tera shrugged: “Remember that all stories have some truth in them. There is an answer in there; we just have to figure out what it is.”

The strawberry-blonde succubi nodded and looked out the door at the library: “Well, the answer isn’t where we can find it.”

The brunette pushed off from her desk and walked towards the door, taking Miriam by the hand as she did so: “Then we look in the places that aren’t meant to be found.”

Miriam stumbled a little as they marched through the Library and then started to walk down the spiral staircase towards the Grotto and the Special Collections far below. “Tera, there’s nothing down here that we haven’t cataloged and indexed. All of the Collections were checked, and your friend in the Grotto hasn’t any idea of what’s going on. I asked.”

“Miriam, I know this will come as a shock, but there is one part of the Library that you have never seen and you were never meant to.”

Miriam came to a stop on the stairs and watched as Tera continued on her way: “Hang on a second. I know every inch of the Library. I know this place intimately.”

The Queen didn’t stop as she called out over her shoulder: “Oh, I’m sure of that. You and Irving do have the most fun late in the evenings, don’t you?”

Miriam’s blush was redder than red and her tail turned just that little bit more yellow than it usually was, even for the most strikingly yellow of all of the yellow tails in the Realm in at least a hundred years.

“Come on. Not mad at you. I mean, Keith and I have had fun in every room of the Castle … twice? No, no … more times than that. I’ll have to check my dairy when I get home.”

Miriam shook her head and replied in a sing-song voice: “Not listening!”

She watched Tera come to the bottom of the stairs and then wait for her. When the younger librarian arrived, the red-tail explained: “There is a part of the Library that only the Head Librarian can open. It isn’t meant to be a place where anyone can get in because it holds the most cherished secrets of the Realm.”

Miram nibbled on her lip: “Like?”

Tera took Miriam’s hand and led her towards what appeared to be a solid wall of red stone, roughly cut into, unfinished, and seemingly out of place with the rest of the Library. Miriam recognized it, though she really hadn’t paid much attention to it before.

“Like how old I am?”

“Okay. Seriously, Tera.”

“I am being serious. Okay, I admit that it is not the most vital secret, of course, but it is one of them.”

They stopped just short of the wall and Miriam asked: “So? Now what? Does it open or …” The rest of her sentence was swallowed by a flash of purple light which surrounded the two of them and, in the next moment, they weren’t there any longer. Miriam found herself gripping Tera’s hand tightly in a place which seemed to be no place, with nothing around them at all. There wasn’t even a glimmer of light around them, and Miriam couldn’t see a single thing.

“… something?”

“Welcoming, isn’t it?”

Miriam’s answer was an uneasy sounding: “Your Majesty …”

“Just wait. It has to wake up.”


“Yes, “It.” This might take a bit. It hasn’t been woken in a very long time.”

Miriam’s tail wrapped itself around Tera’s waist as they waited. The red tail did the same, drawing Miriam a little closer to her: “Hopefully it is in a good mood.”

“Great. I hope Florence is okay.”

Tera gave her a hug: “I have faith in her.”

Florence had been hunched over her desk long enough that her back was beginning to complain loudly to her about it. She had gone over what little information Miriam had found, and it was very little indeed. Worse still was that the reports of what she was facing were, to be blunt, so superficial that they were next to useless.

She swiped the glass of her desk and looked over to where John was still pacing: “Time, John?”

John stopped and looked at her in what appeared to be irritation: “Will you be specific? Really, Florence, you must learn that skill.”

She leaned back and sighed: “How much time until I am infectious?”

“Assume approximately one hour. I have deducted some time, as your exposure time cannot be accurately calculated.”

She looked at him with a slight smile: “Who’s the one that keeps talking about being specific, again?”

John’s glare was surprising. If he had been real, Florence might feel hurt by it.

She rubbed her right horn and looked at the blue flakes that came away in her hand: “It’s rather insidious, isn’t it? Can’t really be sure I am or I am not. So, have to assume that I am.”

She considered her hand, rubbing the flakes between her fingers: “We don’t even know the actual transmission method, or if there is a means to resist it.”

John walked up to the desk and glared: “Really? Your mind must be dulling. Are you only thinking of sex already?”

She stood up and glared right back: “Fuck you John. I’m all here, and I’m not looking to have a cock up my ass or to be eating out someone.”

He actually did look angry, Florence thought as he replied: “You will, Florence. And soon it will appear. At least you had the sense to get away from those in the isolation ward.”

She looked down at her desk and sighed: “What is their condition?”

John turned away: “At the moment they are both rutting away. I believe that they each have reached orgasm at least ten times in the past hour; possibly more. The stamina of those in the Realm is legendary, after all.”

She thought for a moment, then sighed: “Let me see them.”

“This is not advisable, Florence. You do not know what the effects would be.”

She laughed bitterly: “I know that if I am in the room with them I’m doomed. I need to know how far the two of them are. At least then I’ll have a clue what’s coming.”

John’s scowl was piercing: “Very well.”

Across the room, one wall shimmered as an image came into focus. It was of the isolation room where Adam and Deborah were trapped. If someone else had been viewing the image they might have assumed that what they were looking was wasn’t an actual hospital, but rather more likely the set of an adult movie. Deborah was bent over one of the gurneys in the room, completely naked, and Adam was right behind her. Florence idly remembered that Adam had a lot of stamina, and yet, somehow, he seemed to have a lot more than she remembered.

The sound was off, but it was clear that Deb was screaming her head off in pleasure with every thrust that Adam made. She seemed to be looking into the camera, her eyes deeply purple instead of the normal grey that Florence remembered. She couldn’t see John’s eyes, but she assumed that they were every bit as purple.

For a moment she wondered why they both looked odd, and then it struck her. Their skin was as purple as their tails—in its own way very erotic—and then another thing about the image hit home. They didn’t have feet; they had hooves.

She walked around her desk and approached the screen … to have a better look … not because there was a dampness between her legs … nor that her breathing had become deeper. Standing in front of the screen, she traced one hand over Deb’s face and remembered the feeling of Adam’s cock thrusting into her own sex, recalled how he brought her to the edge of climax over and over again until finally he pushed her over the edge. Her other hand slipped between her legs, a fingernail stroking … slowly … She licked her lips and the thought came that she needed to go to them … needed to be sandwiched between them … needed to be fucked by them both.

The sound of an air horn blasting in the room shocked Florence out of her daydream and she screamed in surprise at the interruption, turning away from the image of Deb and Adam. John stood there, the horn continuing to wail, his arms crossed as he mouthed something, but the noise was so loud that Florence couldn’t hear a word. She walked up to him and swept her hand through the air where he stood and then the horn stopped … and there was silence for a time before John spoke again. “Obviously, your sexual drives are higher than normal for you to be turned on so quickly.”

She shook her head: “No shit. Anything else you learned?”

“Clearly, the point is to turn those of the Realm into what they were before: creatures of sex and nothing more, both physically and mentally.”

“Again, no shit.”

John waved his glasses at her, and she wondered why it was that he needed glasses, being that he wasn’t real: “I believe the term is: ‘The shit has hit the fan and the fan’s on high.”

Florence turned away from him to brace herself against her desk: “Five hours. Then I’ll be there, too.”

John just continued to glare as he put his glasses on: “One hopes not, and …”

The pause made Florence turn to look at him, but in the midst of doing so, another voice echoed in the room: “Um … Doc? Where’s Adam? And what’s going on?”

Standing there in the room was a pink tail with green hair and a confused look in her eyes.

“Oh shit! Abby …”

Abby had a confused look as she asked: “Doc? You don’t look so good. There’s something wrong with your horns and … umm … wow … you’re really horny, too … I mean … wow!”

Neither Florence nor John, for that matter, had a response to that.