Nov 05 2010

Icky Spiders for the Lost Girl Succubus Bo…

It’s difficult to stay happy about a series when, for a reason you cannot understand, they move away from actually moving forwards to sitting still.

Episode seven of the Lost Girl TV series was this week. I wasn’t thrilled to see it, didn’t think a lot of it, and honestly save for a couple of high points in it, I am still wondering why they are continuing the series in they way they are…

As usual, I will be posting thoughts every Friday of the week after an episode of Lost Girl is shown. I will be adding the individual episodes to the SuccuWiki somewhat sooner than that, but won’t be adding my commentary to the articles….

Kenzi discovers that all is not right in her world, but that’s because she has…


The show opens with Bo (Anna Silk) and Kenzi (Ksenia Solo) in their apartment, a pizza delivery man making a delivery and Kenzi flirting with him. Bo appears and uses her powers on him to make him leave moments later to which Kenzi seems none too happy about. Following that, Bo and Kenzi have their first real argument between them that we have seen so far. The discussion jumps back and forth between things that Kenzi does that drive Bo crazy and vice versa. Bo tries to make light of the argument after a while and Kenzi relaxes somewhat, finally agreeing that the apartment does need to be clean up somewhat.

We then switch to a house elsewhere in the city in which a pair of older women live. We see that one of them seems to be not quite right for some reason and then, soon after, the pair attack each other and kill themselves. The last image from this scene is a large spider appearing in the room with them.

After the opening credits, we return to Bo and Kenzi in their apartment. Kenzi is running around in an outfit that makes her look like a fortune teller. She is prepared for what she calls a side job in which she pretends to communicate with the spirit world to cleanse houses of evil spirits and the like. Bo decides that she cannot pass the opportunity to see what Kenzi is doing and tags along.

The pair arrive at the house where the two older women died earlier in the episode, meeting a real estate agent who has hired Kenzi to make the home safe from evil spirits there. Kenzi proceeds to play out her scam to the real estate agent while Bo attempts not to seem to unbelieving and spoil the show that Kenzi is putting on. This goes on for some time with Bo barely being able to keep from breaking out in laughter.

Dyson (Kristen Holden-Ried) and Hale (K.C. Collins) then are shown investigating the incident by interviewing the neighbours. The discuss the case for a bit, and the comment is made that it is the fourth murder suicide in the past three months. Dyson thinks that a Dark Fae is involved somehow, but Hale isn’t convinced of that. Then they notice Bo’s car at the murder scene home and decide to go there and find out what Bo is doing there.

Meanwhile, Kenzi is still working her scam with Bo slowly losing control as Kenzi’s method gets weirder and weirder by the moment until she seems to collapse. As Bo goes to help her, we see that the large spider from earlier moves unseen into Kenzi’s bag, hiding within it. The real estate agent seems to fall for the scam and starts to give Kenzi her fee, and the pair leave the house.

They find Dyson and Hale waiting for them outside by Bo’s car, Dyson and Bo flit a bit while Hale and Kenzi discuss the scam a bit, Hale seeming to be impressed by what she is managing to accomplish with it and gets a cut from Kenzi to be quiet about it. Dyson asks for Bo’s help in investigating the multiple murders and they agree to meet back at the Fae Bar.

Returning there, Bo and Dyson discuss the facts of the case so far, the most interesting one being that all of the events happened within a five mile area. Dyson asks that Bo help him by looking around and possibly asking her Dark Fae contacts if they know anything. Moments later Laure (Zoie Palmer) appears looking for Bo as they were supposed to be meeting at the bar. After a few uncomfortable moments for Bo as Dyson and Lauren prod each other, she gets them all to sit down together, at least for a little while. The sexual innuendoes fly for a bit, Bo obviously uncomfortable at how the other two are reacting to her.

Hale and Kenzi meanwhile are watching from across the room and the pair comment about how the trio are messing up their relationships. They discuss Hale’s relationship with Dyson a bit, noting that he has not been in control of it. Then Kenzi reaches into her bag, lets out a yell and comments that she thinks she had been bitten by something. Hale looks in and finds that Kenzi is carrying a number of weapons in the bag including a knife, throwing star and other such items. Kenzi gathers them all together and then leaves the scene.

We go back to the trio of Dyson, Lauren and Bo, and watch the barely contained animosity  between Lauren and Dyson, with Bo stuck in the middle trying to keep things if not civil, at least under control. The verbal fighting gets very personal and then, finally, Lauren leaves Dyson and Bo behind.

Kenzi in the meantime is back at the apartment watching television. She sees a note from Bo about folding laundry and freaks out slightly, tossing it to the floor as Bo returns home. They talk about Bo and her relationship with Dyson and Lauren, Bo wishing that Dyson would actually commit to her and that she still might kill Lauren if she isn’t careful. Bo then leaves Kenzi watching television with the comment that she needs to do the laundry. Elsewhere, the spider leaves Kenzi’s bag and vanishes into the apartment.

We then see Bo in the shower, the spider crawling around the ceiling and walls before pausing near her and leaping towards her. There is a cut then to Kenzi eating her cereal and commenting about it in general before she starts to hear things in the apartment which frighten her. Bo then appears, we don’t know if the spider has bitten her or not, and again tells Kenzi to clean the place up. The pair then comment to each other that they both have headaches from being at the bar the previous night. It also looks as if the pair are both getting a short temper and, as well, they seem to be itching for some reason. However, Kenzi makes the suggestion that Bo sees Lauren over this.

Bo does so, but Lauren cannot find anything physically wrong with her. Then Kenzi appears asking Lauren to look at her. While she is doing that, Bo has a vision of Lauren and Kenzi being intimate together, which abruptly ends. The pair rant at each other for a moment and then go their separate ways.

Dyson meanwhile is at his office trying to figure out what is going on at the original crime scenes with Hale. Bo arrives in a wild mood, gives Dyson some information and then asks him to do a background check on Kenzi. Bo has another vision of Dyson telling her to kill Kenzi, which passes in a moment back to reality again. Bo leaves in a barely controlled panic moments later. As they were talking, Hale was looking through some evidence connected to their case and discovers a package with cobwebs on it. The two realize that there were cobwebs all over every one of the crime scenes and rush off to see Lauren.

Lauren examines the evidence, notes that it cannot be from a normal spider and indicates that she needs to examine the evidence further. She then gets Dyson to undergo a physical examination that he has been avoiding with her for some time. They talk in a round about way about Dyson seeing a shrink, that he seems tired all the time and Lauren comments that she and Bo are close. This obviously gets on Dyson’s nerves and finally, when Lauren is finished, he leaves.

Returning to Bo, she finds Kenzi at the apartment freaked out over a spider that she says was attacking her. Bo seems not to take that seriously, but Kenzi attempts to prove to her that one exists. Bo gets more paranoid and Kenzi becomes more and more frantic as they move towards the basement.

Dyson, in the meantime, receives a call from Lauren. She has identified the Fae involved as a Djieiene. She describes it as being an UnderFae from South America, similar to a large spider that injects a venom into its victims that results in hallucinations and paranoia. After she tells Dyson of the symptoms, he comes to the realization that Bo must have been bitten by one. Lauren tells him that as long as the Djieiene is alive, Bo will be under its control. He rushes off to find Bo and, in the meantime, Lauren contacts the Ash in order to gain assistance in controlling the situation.

Getting back to Bo and Dyson, they find the Djieiene in the basement.  Then they progressively descend further and further into their mutual distrust and paranoia with multiple hallucinations occurring over and over again to the pair. Hale arrives at the scene, being sent there by Dyson ahead of his arrival there. He however cannot make Kenzi calm down and Bo knocks him out. We then see Hale tied up, and Bo and Kenzi still ranting at each other about all of the things that bug them about one another. Bo then seems to realize that she is sick and then decides that she needs to feed. And Kenzi is the one she is going to feed from. Kenzi rants that she expected this someday, that Bo only had her there to feed from and nothing else. Kenzi runs off and then Bo decides to feed on Hale instead. This seems to snap her out of the Djieiene’s control and she tries to find Kenzi. Failing that she attempts to leave the apartment, but finds herself trapped by Lauren’s actions. A quarantine has been placed around their apartment and Bo is told if they try to leave they will be killed.

Dyson arrives to find Bo’s home under Fae control and that control is under the command of a Fae he knows named Serena (Lisa Berry). She tells him that she is now the Ash’s head of security. She also tells him that she will not let him in, nor can she help him and that Lauren is responsible for this. In the end, she does tell Dyson that he has two hours to save his friends before she will have to kill both the Djieiene and all of its victims.

Bo then calls Dyson, tells him what is going on and that she healed herself though Hale which makes Dyson make a comment about that. Looking back at Hale, we find him walking up again and the Djieiene moving towards him. It bites him, he returns to unconsciousness now a victim as well. Bo and Dyson continue to talk on the phone until Dyson tells Bo to kill the Djieiene and leaves the scene.

Trip is seen then reading an old book as Dyson arrives. Lauren is there as well and Dyson confronts her about what she did. Lauren tells him that the Djieiene is responsible for many deaths and it is necessary. He then asks Trip if there is a way to kill the Djieiene. He tells him that they don’t know how.

Bo in the meantime, searches for the creature and finds it, cutting it in half with a shovel. This however, doesn’t kill it, and the creature reforms within a moment again.

Trick discovers that the heart of the Djieiene is hidden by it and that it must be destroyed in order to kill it. Looking through some leads that Bo turned up, Trick tells Dyson that one of the people listed dealt in exotic animals and UnderFae. He then leaves for that person’s home with Lauren.

Back at the apartment, Hale is still out cold as Kenzi appears and begins to free him. She has, before doing that, trapped Bo in the basement with the Djieiene. She frees Hale and tells him to show her the way out of there. Hale, under the Djieiene’s control grabs an axe and then follows Kenzi down a hallway. Hale then uses his Fae powers to try to control Kenzi, but she breaks free enough to use a vacuum cleaner to drown out those powers.

Dyson and Lauren return to Trip with the Gordon (Jeff Kassel), the one that brought the Djieiene to the city. It turns out that the Djieiene is controlling him and that instead of the heart being buried somewhere, it is inside of that man. Lauren asks for something to do surgery on him with and Trick gives her a basket of knifes and other items to work with.

Hale is still attempting to get to Kenzi meanwhile, and does manage to almost get to Kenzi, but Bo hits him over the head with a frying pan, for the second time, and he goes down again. Kenzi then grabs Hale’s gun and confronts Bo, planning to kill her.

Dyson calls Serena, trying to get some more time from her, but she refuses. Then she shows her Fae power, that being of fire and approaches the building to set it afire. Lauren continues to operate in search of the Djieiene’s heart in the meantime. Flashing back to Bo and Kenzi, Kenzi starts to take shots at Bo, still ranting as she does. Lauren finds the heart, removes it from the host, and then seems to be taken by it scientifically. Finally, at the moment where Bo and Kenzi are about to kill each other, Lauren does kill it, freeing Kenzi and ending the creature’s power over everyone it has infected.

Lauren then calls Serena, and stops the extermination that was about to begin. Notably, she uses the phrase, In the Ash’s name it is done. Sirena seems upset that she can’t do so, but turns away and they leave.

The episode ends with Bo and Kenzi back in Lauren’s laboratory being examined in the aftermath of what happened in the episode. Bo thanks Lauren for saving her and Kenzi. She attempts to rebuild their relationship again by offering to by Lauren a drink, Hale apologizes to Kenzi for what he almost did to her,  Dyson confronts Lauren for her actions in the episode noting that what she did almost killed Bo. We then see Bo and Kenzi back at home making up and straightening out a few things. Dyson arrives moments later with a pizza, which Kenzi takes. He then explains to Bo that Lauren is too close to the Ash and that she is too close to Lauren, which concerns him greatly. Bo refuses to change her ways assuming that it is to do with the fact that she is seeing other people. Dyson then leaves in disgust over her attitude. The last thing we see is Kenzi using bug spray on the apartment.

Fade to black…

It bothers me that this was the episode that appeared for Halloween. I think that there could have been something better for this week’s show, this just doesn’t strike me as being “Halloweenish”… And that bothers me. You would think that a supernaturally based program would use the show being run on Halloween to do something really frightening or at the least, more Halloween focused.

Anyway, things that I liked. The mythos of this series became a lot larger in this episode. We learned something of the Ash’s organization, Lauren’s level of power in it and as well, what they are willing to do if drastic measures are needed. We also met someone important, Serena, in the chain of command that I think will be returning at some point in the future again.

I liked that there was some limited character development, even though there seemed to be a reset at the end of the episode that put them almost exactly where they were at the beginning of it. I also liked that some reference was given to past events in the series, that hasn’t happened a lot so far that I have seen.

The Djieiene’s appearance through the episode went from almost cartoonish to really quite impressive. That sort of inconsistency is something else that bothers me. I realize that sometimes you cannot use the level of effects you would like to, but trying to keep things looking more or less equal would have been nice.

We didn’t see much of Bo as a Succubus in this episode, that only really happened three times. Once for humour and the other two times as plot points. As the show is about Bo and her situation, would it not be a good idea to give us more of that? There was reference made to Bo’s ongoing fear of killing Lauren however, which might turn into a major plot point near the season finale with some luck. It also showed Bo feeding from Hale, if but once and under the influence of the Djieiene.

The episode didn’t keep me interested through it all. The worst part for me was in the middle when Bo and Kenzi were ranting at each other. That was necessary I know, but seeing that over and over again began to grate a lot on my nerves.

The storyline seemed to be a throwaway of sorts. Something to create some tension and a little bit of fear and shock in the viewer, but within the series itself, I can’t see how this will help in moving the overall story forwards. This is the second episode in a row that we aren’t dealing with the point of the show, that being what Bo is and who she is. We need to get back to that… Soon.

The mythos of the series grew in several ways, if only to add to he structure of it and not in the substance, which still needs to be done. Questions are raised, but the questions seem to be nothing that needs to be answered in the series itself.

It bothers me the amount of infighting that we saw at the beginning of the episode and at the end of it. The forced tension between Bo, Lauren and Dyson does not need to go this way. The relationship between Hale and Kenzi I think actually grew and moved further than the other characters did. If they can do that for the sidekicks as it were, why can’t they do that for the leads?

A thought about Trick. While he didn’t appear very long this time, he did provide some needed information, although a bit conjured up in nature. I found it interesting that the book mentioned earlier in the series where the new Fae registered upon arriving came back and was of use. But he was not used well enough here for what information he held, even though some vital data was communicated by him.

Finally, Lauren. I have to say that her character seems more and more unlikeable the further that the series pushes the relationships Bo has. I understand that Bo is supposed to be bisexual in nature. That’s fine, but why is it that Lauren must have a look on her that seems to suggest that she is either uncomfortable or wary of the people around her. Moreover, why is it the same smile, shrug and look of embarrassment? There should be more depth to her otherwise she is wasted in being simply another love interest for Bo. She can, and should be more than that…

My rating of ArachnoFaebia

Keeping my interest – 2 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 4 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 3 Pitchforks

Storyline – 1 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 4 Pitchforks

Mythos – 4 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 3 Pitchforks out of 5

A new low point in the series, and that disappoints me so very much. I’m not giving up on Bo, Kenzi, and the rest… Not because I am doing these reviews and so on, but rather because I have the hope that the series will follow the ST:TNG model. That being that season one is not that good, but season two is where the real progress is made. I think that can happen, and will happen if the series has the chance to.

This Sunday, Episode Eight: Bo’s freelance work earns her a lead on someone who might know something about her mother… but the trail ends at Lou Ann, a death row inmate who claims not to know anything about Bo.

This might be a good episode in one way, because episode eight is the one that they showed to Showcase in order to sell the series to them. It’ll be interesting to see where they started from compared to where they are right now. Or at least I would hope so at least.


Nov 04 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 150

For this week’s Succubi, I am, with the permission of an artist that I hold near and dear to me, another in a series of his Succubus artworks…

The artist is, of course, Bruce Colero, who has been kind enough to allow me to share his art here on the Tale with you all…

And this work, called All Men Are Mine is most certainly a new favourite of mine for his Succubus art…

As with all of Bruce’s works, there is so much to love in this one that I hardly know where to start… So, instead of beginning with the Succubus, the focus of the work, I’m going to start with the little whips of fire and flames around her…

The first thing I thought when I saw them was that they represented the souls she has claimed from those she entrapped over time, but just before she consumes them for her own reasons…

Te ropes of fire around her could be something like the path the souls take towards their ultimate fate at her hands I think as well…

She has a lovely set of horns, not over the top and, I think, the right proportions to her body and form as well. Love her tail, my personal favourite of all tails as i have said many times…

Her expression of wanton temptation works really well here, the almost shadowing of her eyes helps so much to draw you to looking at them, and, of course, the hint of hellfire in them is the icing on the cake…

If you would like to see some of Bruce’s other Succubi works here on the Tale, you can find them here, and here and of course, I hope you will visit his site and see all of the beauty he creates…

Love and thank you’s again to Bruce for sharing this with me and with the readers of the Tale…


Nov 03 2010

I can’t see the Succubus Fire in this Costume…

I thought that I had seen some odd or off looking costumes for Succubi… Some could be saved, some couldn’t, then were the ones that I couldn’t quite rap my brain around why they did what they did.

I think this one might qualify for the last of those…

I mean, what exactly is this supposed to be? I have the oddest feeling that someone confused a few different ideas and mashed them together into this creation…

But I disgress…

This costume is called the Red Devil Flame Costume, and consists of a red jumpsuit with yellow trim. It also has flame detail to the legs and collar. There is a rather small tail attachment as well. Finally there are a pair of red wings and a set of devil horns. The shoes are shown in the picture do not come with this outfit.

The horns are the standard soft glitter ones that come with a lot of these costumes, which I don’t particularly care for all that much.

The wings I can do without, they look rather flimsy and I don’t think they will survive all that long being worn at a party. The tail is too short and looks… well.. fat.

The orange flames don’t do a lot for me. I think they are a bit overdone and, really, why have something like that? Just seems too trashy and addition…

So, if I bought this, I would have to do a lot of changes to it. I kind of like the red jumpsuit a bit, but the trimming can be improved a lot I think.

For the record, this costume sells for around $75 US at various site on the net. But I can’t as i have said, say that I think this is a good idea…

Except, and this is a big except… If it was a cold evening?

It might be a good choice to stay warm…

Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch to wanting to actually have this in my costume collection I know, but still…

I’m giving this costume one pitchfork out of five.

I can’t give it more than that, but it’s not the worst thing I have ever seen either…

Remember last week’s?

I wish I didn’t.


Nov 02 2010

Temptations 84

The doors to one’s heart can be found when you listen hard enough… The path to a Succubi Queen’s Tail is not as simple, but is as worthwhile…


Temptations 84

By TeraS and JHB

“No, of course not.  ‘Demonic’ and ‘angelic’ are human catagories, applied to certain creatures based, all too often, on appearances, and on perceptions of behaviors without knowing all of the facts.  It’s some of the worst kind of prejudice.  People assume behaviors based on the activities of one ‘demon’ or one ‘angel, or based, more likely, upon legend, upon history written by some biased winner long ago, and then applying that perception to generations of those who somehow l appear to be similar to whomever came first.”

He realized he was rattling on–an occupational hazard for a scholar. “I try very hard to judge each person I meet based on the behavior they display to me.”

She allowed him a smile as she replied, “Interesting… Then I ask of you a question… The Queen of the Succubi… Is she not evil incarnate? Should you not assume that all she is lies and evil and so on because that is what the past says their kind are and will always be?”

Her right hand musssed up her hair slightly as she continued, “After all… Someone like that should never be trusted…. Isn’t that right? Or is there a chance that they can decide that perhaps in their case grey is preferable to light or dark… Or both?”

She tapped her finger to her lips after removing it from her hair, “Or is that all fantasy and falsehoods to themselves in truth?”

“People who try to make things all fantasy and falsehoods, all black or white, are idiots,” he say to the lovely woman who has just tossled her hair, “and you are, clearly, no idiot.”

“Yes, there are those who would say the Queen of the Succubi is evil incarnate, but a lot of those folks have histories of which they should be justly ashamed.  They have more than a little evil in their backgrounds, as we all do, and we have the potential for great good, sometimes even beauty.  Why not this Queen of whom you speak?  I would be interested in meeting her, in learning more.”



Perhaps so my heart… But like all of us, we have our insecurities…


Nov 01 2010

Storm Clouds 97 – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

Chapter 16 begins this week and we return to see what Tom and Camilla are up to…


Storm Clouds 97

Chapter 14

By TeraS

After Camilla left, Tom spent the next thirty minutes grilling Bill over what he had done, what he was doing, and whether anyone in his company might have taken it upon themselves to attack Brent and his wife. He came to the conclusion that, while Bill wasn’t directly involved in what happened, Tom could not dismiss the possibility that someone who worked for Bill had done the deed … or that Bill was hiding something from him.

That bothered him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe what Bill had said; it was the sheer stupidity of Bill blowing up and going off on a tirade over the injustice that he perceived had been done to him.

Tom didn’t enjoy pushing his old friend that way. Worse was trying to break all of his explanations and reasons why he wasn’t responsible for what had happened. Most of the reasons made sense—most of them—but one exchange just about pushed Bill over the edge, and that worried him.

Tom sighed and paced in front of the offices again.  He was sure that the workers inside were looking at him oddly, but he didn’t care: Bill was not quite cleared; that one piece of evidence would damn him in court if it came to that.

Tom hoped that it wouldn’t.

It wasn’t much evidence, but it was enough that fingers could be pointed, witnesses found, and, in the end, Bill could be sent to jail for a long time. But when you are seen threatening someone with death, and promising to harm his family … that is too much to ignore.

Bill had explained that he was madder than hell. That something had snapped inside of him when Brent was nearby. “Something ’bout that guy rubs me the wrong way. He’s just so damn smug, knows all of the secrets, stuff that you don’t want out. I dunno how he does it, but he knows where to be and what to look for. Damn frustratin’. He’d be a great spy. Wonder if he is one.”

Tom continued to pace around for a while. He didn’t know where Camilla had gone; he assumed she would return to the office when she was done talking to Billy. He assumed that she would, at least. She seemed like a responsible woman, if a bit irritating. It hit him, then, why Bill would be driven crazy by Brent.

Tom wondered if that was part of those people’s nature.

He watched Bill’s staff run their errands in and out of the office, most of them ignoring his pacing as he waited for Camilla to return. In his mind, Tom was putting together the questions that needed to be put to Bill next. He was, after all, and by his own admission, someone Tom needed to grill for information.

Coming to the end of one of his walks down the corridor, he turned without looking and walked head-on into someone: a short, blonde, Asian someone. She stood in front of him, a pile of files and papers surrounding her scattered on the floor. For a moment, her dark brown eyes regarded him, and then a flush of embarrassment passed over her and she knelt to the floor, beginning to gather what she had dropped moments before.

Tom knelt with her: “I’m sorry, please, let me help you.”

She didn’t reply, save for a slight nod, her focus for the moment on the mess around her rather than Tom beside her.

After a few minutes, Tom handed her the last file and, as she finally looked at him again, said, “I’m Tom.”

The blush was still there as she replied, “Tenshi. Please forgive my clumsiness.”

“It was my fault; should have been paying attention instead of being a hazard to women.”

That made her smile just slightly, “I … thank you for the help.”

“You’re welcome. Have you been with Bill long?”

Clutching the files to her chest as she stood she managed, “A year now. Please excuse me. I must attend to my duties …”

She then rushed off again on whatever errand she was on, leaving Tom standing there alone again, pondering what she had said to him, and, more importantly, why she was so shook up over what had happened.

Camilla came into view soon after, her heels clicking on the concrete floor of the warehouse. Tom noticed that Billy wasn’t there, and he wasn’t too pleased about that. He had been intending to grill Billy next, thanks to his father’s admission, but would now have to hunt him down and corner him. Filing away the thoughts on his old friend, he called out to Camilla, “Where’s Billy? Have to talk to him.”

“No, you don’t. He’s not to blame for this: he nor his father.”

Tom rubbed his chin a moment, then said, “You got a feeling or something?”

She looked around, then nodded and explained, “Let’s just say that my … ‘feelings’ … are pretty accurate.”

Turning away, he replied, “You’ll have to explain that to me sometime. Soon would be great. You know, before I have to toss them both in jail.”

Camilla looked at him curiously, then followed behind. Tom seemed to be in a rush to get out of the warehouse, and she found herself running a bit to keep up with him. Then she asked, “Do you have something to charge them with?”

“Enough to charge Bill: making threats. He was foolish in front of a lot of people. That’s a big no-no in things like this.”

“Passions of the heart can make us all say silly things we don’t mean at the moment they are said.”

“Passions can and have killed in the past, you know.”

Camilla had finally caught up to him, and, as she walked beside, started to lecture Tom a bit, “Those are not passions. Those are misguided beliefs and desires that pull one away from what is important, pull one inward, toward oneself. It is easier to fall to darker desires and temptations than it is to hold onto the more important things within.”

“You know, I don’t understand all of that stuff. I’m just a simple man. I haven’t got the time to deal with theories and wishes. I deal with facts. Give me some of those and I’ll be able to deal with ‘em.”

“All right, then.  Fact: Bill said that he would never harm a lady. Fact: you agree that he would not either. Therefore, he cannot be the one to have done the deed nor order it done.”

“Okay; see, that’s not a fact.  That is conjecture.”

“Is it? I don’t think so. I have …”

“A feeling? You said that before. What does that mean?”

The pair exited the warehouse, but Camilla did not speak until she was quite sure that no one else would hear them talk.

“I … We … know people by their souls, Thomas. When I touched your hand, I knew that you were a good man. I also knew that you have a troubled past and that you have lost someone close to you.”

Tom’s look was a mix of shock and concern, but, before he could say anything, she continued:  “I did not look deeply into you. I did not look into your memories; I could have, but, because I respect you, and you did not give me permission, I did not. All I knew was that you cared about what happened to Patricia, for whatever reason you had, and so …”

“And so that was your lure to get me involved in this …”

“You did not have to.”

He stopped walking: “You know, I feel like I was pushed into this. That you and Tera conspired to get me involved and make me stay in it.”

“No. We did not. I gave you the card. I gave you the chance to walk away.  You decided that you needed to find out more and you came into our world. Do not confuse the sight of an open door with walking through it. You had the choice. You made it.”

Tom wanted to rant at her, but her logic was sound. He did poke his nose in, and he was deep in it now. With a sigh, he asked, “How much do you know about Bill and his son?”

“Enough to know that Bill has not killed anyone, ever. I can say the same for Billy, as well.”

“Okay, explain that … in simple words so that my mind doesn’t break.”

Camilla laced her hands together and explained, “If you are dark, or have been touched by the dark, if you have killed or done something that serves the dark and makes it gain power, you are marked, in your soul. If I touch someone like that, I’ll know. The same is true of someone who has been touched by the light, but it is different.”

“Weird. Sort of sounds like you are a divining rod.”

She giggled a bit and pointed at her forehead: “Divine I am not. Or at least I do not appear to be.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile, “Right. I forgot about that.’

“What most people are, generally, are shades of grey. That’s normal, and what we expect. But there are always exceptions to that rule. If either of them had killed, they would not be grey; they would be dark. I don’t sense that in either of them.”

“So, you give them a pass?”

“I give them more than a pass: there is nothing in them that even hints they are involved. But …”

“But what?”

“I asked Billy for a favor.”

That stopped Tom in his tracks. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he asked, “What kind of favor?”

“I can’t say.”

“Oh come on. He’s a suspect in spite of your feelings about him.  You can’t just go and trust someone because …”

“I can and I did. In the end I gave him some comfort and, in response to that, he agreed to do something for me. He will. He’s as honourable as his father.”

“Did you tell him anything more than what Bill knows?”

“No. We did talk about his mother a while. He misses her. He does not want to lose his father as well.”

Tom stared off into space for a time before ending the conversation with, “We don’t have the evidence to clear Bill. Right now, he’s the only suspect we’ve got.”

“Then we should find more.”

Tom smiled again, “Right. Look Camilla, I know that you … work … differently then we do. I get that. But you have to see that we have rules and laws here and I have to enforce them. That means that without a piece of paper, a videotape, a confession … hell, anything at all that points me away from Bill, I’m going to arrest him real soon.”

“You will be wrong then.”

“I’ll have to live with that.”

“You will not be able to. I can see that.”

“I know. But that’s part of the job. Sometimes, I think that I sold my soul for the job.”

With that confession, Tom whistled for a cab. It didn’t take long for one to pull up to the curb. He opened the door and let her go in first. As she did so, Camilla told him, with a serious tone in her voice, “You cannot sell that which is held by another, Thomas.”

He climbed into the cab, gave their destination and, as the taxi drove them away, Tom’s memories came back to haunt him again … as they always did.

As they departed, Billy watched from one of the windows in the upper floor of the warehouse. He liked Camilla, liked her a lot. After they had left, he stood there by the window, watching the traffic pass by, and thought about what Camilla had asked him to do. He didn’t know why exactly he had agreed to it, maybe it was just wanting to do something when, so far, there was nothing he could do for his father.

With a sigh he rummaged in his pockets until he found his phone, opened it, and made a call.

“It’s me. Yah. No, no they didn’t arrest Dad. I … trust them. Have to trust someone, don’t I? Anyway, I need somethin’ done … today.”

Billy turned away from the window and walked off into the gloom around him, doing what he hoped would help his father in the end …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 15

By TeraS

Jane awoke to hissing. For a moment she thought it was a snake or something similar; she startled and tried to move, but then heard a voice.

“No, don’t move. Just lay there a minute, whoever you are.”

It took another moment for her memories to come rushing back to her; then she recognized the voice. It was John, that guy that she had talked to before … before everything went black. From the sound of his voice, Jane assumed that she didn’t look like that girl who was on his mind when she first met him.

In the next moment, she tried to move her hands towards her face and the source of that hissing sound, which she now realized was an oxygen mask. A firm hand pushed her hands back down, and she opened her eyes to see John standing above her:  “Look. Just stay there and don’t move.”

He looked around for a moment and then, to Jane’s surprise, flicked one of her horns with a finger, the “thunk” of that echoing in her mind for a moment. Jane started to panic; if someone could see her horns … His next words to her didn’t help a lot, either.

“I know you’re not who you look like. I called Jenni. She’s at her office. You aren’t her. You look like her, but you aren’t her. Now, listen carefully to me: if you try to run, people will see you. Jenni is on her way down here right now. If someone sees you, there will be questions that you probably don’t want to answer. Besides, you have smoke inhalation, you’re weak, and you aren’t going to get very far. Now, nod if you understand me.”

Jane did so.

“Okay. You’re in the back seat of my car. You have an oxygen mask on, and you are under a blanket so no one can see you right now. Just stay there and I’ll get you out of here, all right?”

Another nod, then Jane closed her eyes again.

The next time she opened them, the oxygen mask was gone, but the blanket was still there, and she was still moving. Sitting up gingerly, she held her head in her hands while she managed a question: “Where am I?”

“Still in my car; I’m trying to decide what to do with you.”

Jane then looked up and found herself looking at … Jenni; with horns … green horns. The only thing she managed was a soft, “Damn” before she fell back into the seat with a thud.

“So tell me: What’s your name, anyway? You know mine already, so I’ll skip the introduction.”

“I’m Jane.”

“Jane … Jenni … I can see how I could be confused. No, wait, you were Jenni when we first met. Now, you are Jenni with horns.” He looked in the mirror at her, “So. Are they real? The horns, I mean. And is that what you look like or is it all makeup or something?”

Jane’s first instinct was to lie and tell him that was all it was. But then she recognized the problem with that lie: he’d ask to see the horns come off or the makeup be pulled away. Then another thing came to her: she had been out cold for a while. He could have checked and seen that it was all real. Lying to him would be a mistake.

So she said the only thing she could say at that moment: “You’d never believe me even if I tried to explain it to you.” Gaining a little bit of confidence, she added, “So. What are you going to do, then; police or something?”

John smiled thinly, replying with a flat, “Or something,” as he continued to drive, leaving them both with their own thoughts …

Jane’s were spinning around one thing:  it would be disastrous if beings like her, the ones that were thought of as being legends, were discovered to be quite real. Her next thought was that Tera was going to kill her … or, even worse, be disappointed in her, and that thought was much worse than the first one she’d found. But the one that she held onto was: how she could get out of this mess she found herself in?

She looked out the window of the car and watched the city passing by while not  saying anything else for the moment, in part because she wasn’t sure that John wouldn’t hurt her, but mainly because she needed to get focused again and try to make herself not look like Jenni any longer.

John’s thoughts, on the other hand, were slightly more focused. He wanted to know exactly what the hell was going on. The shock he felt when he touched those … horns? … on Jenni’s … no, Jane’s … head told him that something was seriously wrong here.  He didn’t believe in legends or tales of the beyond.  No, what he believed in was logic and proof. Thing was that here he had proof that there were–and he found this still impossible to believe–demons in his world. That still didn’t sit right with him.

Then he made a decision and turned the car to follow it. He needed a doctor:  someone to tell him if Jane really was what she seemed to be or if it was just a fluke or some cosmetic surgery or something like that.  He found himself liking that possibility, as that idea would fit into his world a hell of a lot better than the other one, which kept prodding him as being the truth.  Looking once more in the mirror, he said, “Better put your seatbelt on. You’re going to be there for a while.” John made a hard right and continued to drive, occasionally looking in the mirror at Jane.

Jane did so, not so much out of caution, but to try and lull him into a false sense of security. The pair didn’t say another word for the rest of the drive to each other. But Jane was curious about where they were going and what John was planning.

The place was obvious when he made a left and drove down a ramp into an underground garage. They dropped down four floors and then came to a stop in front of a garage door.

John pressed a button on an intercom and just said his name to it. The door rolled up, they entered, and Jane looked behind to see the door close again.

After parking in one of several spaces there, John helped Jane out of the car.

“Don’t try to run. You can’t get out, and there are cameras watching us. Just stay calm, all right?”

Jane didn’t feel calm, but she nodded her head in understanding when he took a hold of her arm and guided her away from the car.

Two sets of double doors, one short elevator ride, and Jane found herself in an examination room. After she was offered a chair there, John left the room and Jane heard the door lock behind him as he left.

Jane tried to figure out a way to escape before he came back, but there were no windows, no exits but the one they had come through. She tried to teleport from the room … but nothing happened.

With a sigh she walked over to a small mirror that hung on one wall and looked herself over. The horns she recognized as her own, but everything else wasn’t her. She found herself missing the familiar eyes, face, and body that she had known for centuries … and wondering if she would ever see them again.

John hadn’t returned and she found herself trying to figure out what trap she had sprung back in that house. It was a magic trap, obviously, a powerful one if it had locked her into this form and taken away her powers …

She couldn’t change her appearance, couldn’t teleport, couldn’t cast a spell or use her powers of seduction … or could she? Running a finger over her lips, she considered whether or not she should try to seduce John, try to confuse him long enough to make her escape. It seemed like an option.

Then the door opened and John walked in with someone else …

“Well there she is, Doc. What do you think?”

Jane turned to see him standing there with another man, who was obviously “Doc.” This older man with thick glasses and a gruff voice answered, “Well, she’s alive, John; something I don’t see a lot of anymore.” Then he walked over to her, looked her over for a minute, and then said, “So, you want to tell us who you are and why you look like someone he knows? Oh, and, if you want, tell us how it is that you have horns on your head?”

Jane shrugged, “He knows my name.”

Doc nodded, “Right. Jane. You have a last name?”

She shrugged again, “Call me Jane Doe.” She paused and then, remembering the description of the person that Camilla had met when claiming Patricia, bit her lip. For a moment, she considered thanking him for looking after her sister, but decided that would be too much information to give them. Then she said, “You’ve seen enough of us, haven’t you?”

Doc pulled back a bit from that comment and softened his approach slightly, “Look, just because I work in a morgue doesn’t mean that I’m not a doctor, okay?”

She rubbed her hands together a moment and then said, “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

Doc then turned around and pushed John out the door. Then he tossed a gown to her. “Get dressed in that. I’ll have a nurse in here to examine you in a few minutes.”

Jane watched him leave, the door close, and heard it lock again, and then she smiled.

Outside the room, Doc and John waited patiently for a nurse to arrive to actually perform the physical. Regulations were that such things had to be done by a woman–for various legal reasons nether of them cared to try to figure out. It was a lot less stress to just do it and avoid the investigations, should they come.

The sound of footsteps on tile made them both look to see a redhead in a nurse’s uniform come around the corner. Doc nodded at her, “Good day Patti. Sorry to keep you here at work, but I need you to do something for me.”

She gave a nod, “Sure, Doc. What’s going on?”

He pointed a finger in the direction of the room that Jane was in, “Do a physical on the woman in there, please. Her name’s Jane Doe.”

She looked at Doc oddly, but nodded and walked away from the pair, who turned to the other side of the corridor and entered Doc’s office. Doc opened a drawer of one of the filing cabinets and pulled out a bottle of whisky. When he offered it to John, the reply was a shake of his head.

Doc, nonetheless, opened the bottle and poured some into a coffee cup, “So, you got a mystery, don’t you? She tell you anything yet? I mean, other than a name that can’t possibly be her name?”

“Nothing much. I mean, she looks like Jenny, but it’s not her. I know that for certain, because Jenny is at headquarters. Otherwise, I don’t have a damn clue what is going on here, Doc.”

There were two quick knocks, and Doc didn’t even look up as a muffled voice came through the door, “All ready for you, Doctor; report is in your inbox, the door is locked, and she’s safe there. If you don’t need me, I’m running late and want to take off.”

Doc called out, “Go home, Patti. Thanks.”

They both heard the sound of her walking away. Doc finished his drink, and then the two of them left the office, Doc grabbing the report as he lead the way. Opening the folder he mumbled to himself about height, weight, and other various things. Then John asked, “What about the horns?”

Doc stopped in mid stride, “There’s nothing here about horns.” He looked at the edge of the folder, cursed, and ran down the hallway.

They opened the door to the examining room to find Jane lying on the table, a sheet over her body, face turned towards the wall. Doc walked over and touched her on the shoulder. She rolled back towards them …

… and it wasn’t Jane.

It was Patti, a blissed out expression on her face as she sighed, softly…

Doc took hold of her shoulders, shook her and yelled, “What happened, Patti?”

What happened was Jane.

As Doc and John realized that she was gone, Jane was exiting the building wearing Patti’s nursing uniform. Quickly walking to the curb she hailed a cab and drove away, a satisfied smile on her lips as she recalled what had happened with the nurse moments before…

Storm Clouds

Chapter 16

By TeraS

The taxi carrying Tom and Camilla pulled up to a small newspaper stand that was on the corner of Broadway and Lakeshore Boulevard. From the outside it didn’t look remarkable in any real way. The sides of it were old sheets of plywood nailed together ages ago, hooks and shelves holding various magazines and newspapers attempting to get the attention of the passerby’s to have a look and see what they offered. The pair got out of the cab and it left leaving them looking at the person that was running the stand.

A frail looking man sat on a milk crate there surrounded by his wares, a pair of dark glasses over his eyes and a white cane in his right hand, a working man’s pair of jeans and a sweater keeping him warm in the breeze around the place. Camilla asked Tom, “This is a suspect?”

Tom nodded, “Sort of.” and just walked over to the stand. Without saying a word he reached out a hand towards one of the more adult magazines that sat on a shelf just behind the owner of the stand. His fingers were about to touch the pages when a gruff voice asked, “Listen buddy, you pay and then you play with yourself. Not the other way around.”

Tom chuckled, “Not my style Charlie. So where’s your wife?”

“Well, I’ll be darned, the fuzz himself. You haven’t been around here in years cop.”

“You’ve managed to keep your nose clean, so I haven’t had a reason to bust you. Now your wife on the other hand, what has she been up to? Anything that I should know about?”

Charlie pointed a thumb to the building behind him, “Not my business and you know it. She’s got her thing, I got mine. If you want to know, go ask her. And leave the magazine here or pay for it.”

Tom dug into a pocket, pulled out a twenty and put it into Charlie’s hand, “Still don’t know why you stay with her.”

“Love makes you do stupid things kid. Now git, you standing here is messing with my business.”

Tom tucked the magazine under an arm and then motioned to Camilla to follow him. They approached a tall glass and steel skyscraper with a nameplate above the main doors that read TFX Incorporated. Camilla didn’t say anything to Tom until they were in the elevator and then the questions started…

“What’s going on Tom?”

“Welcome to TFX Incorporated, the countries biggest purveyor of porn magazines, videos and toys of all descriptions, with a side business of laundering money for the mob, at least in the past they did. I haven’t heard anything illegal about them for about three years now, they got their fingers burned back then, the CEO paid a huge fine and then was pushed out of the company in favour of his wife.”

“Who is that?”

“You just met him. Charlie Drake. Took a lot out of the guy and he cut himself loose from the company to keep out of jail. Plea bargains and so on.”

“Is he really blind?”

“Nope. I’m sure he was trying to look up your skirt while we were talking. He’s not a bad guy really, circumstances took him down this road and so, now, the place is run by his wife.” Tom looked at his watch, “About now she’ll know were coming up to see her.”

“What’s she like?”

The answer was Tom handing Camilla the magazine and the words, “That’s her on the cover. She’s got a exhibitionist streak in her a mile wide.”

Camilla looked at the cover in amazement. On the cover was a platinum blonde barbie doll of a woman that looked as if she had been dipped in black liquid latex and then allowed to dry. For a moment she tried to remember if any of her Sisters looked like this, but drew a blank. Then she realized that not even a pink tail would be that over the top in her appearance for whatever reason there was.

They did after all have a reputation.

Then there was the sound of a bell and the doors opened to reveal the lobby of the company. To one side a young blonde girl in pigtails sat at a clear plastic desk that revealed she was wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit, if over sexualized, and was chewing bubblegum to complete the look. To the other side of the space stood eleven men in three piece suits holding briefcases and cellphones, their eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. And in the middle of the room, only a few short steps away the woman from the magazine stood.

She had traded in her black latex come fuck me look for her hair in a bun, a red woman’s business suit, if well open at the front to display her chest quite clearly, and a miniskirt that stopped only a finger’s width below outrageous paired with cruel looking red heels.

Tom looked over his shoulder at Camilla, “Say hello to Ginger.”

Camilla couldn’t help the words that came out as the elevator doors closed behind them, “If that’s Ginger, I don’t want to meet Mary Ann thank you.”

Oct 31 2010

The Story of the Succubus Halloween Story Book

It’s Halloween once more and the Queen of the Succubi has managed to complete a story and a manip for this year’s offerings to the readers of the Tale, the Garden and of course the Hypnopics Collective…

It’s called The Succubus Halloween Book

You can of course click on the image to see the larger version, but for those that only care about the story…

Here it is, I hope, to entertain you…

Once a year, the barriers between the worlds become thin and, when they do, sometimes, something makes it way through and within.

A book in red bindings materialized one day, the markings upon it announcing that it was cursed in some way.  Some knew the signs for what they were, and passed it by, the lessons within unlearned.  But the book was patient. Someday it’s powers would be heard. It was patient, and awaited its turn.

Then one day, a Bimbo stumbled by, her thoughts—as we might expect—on everything but what she shouldn’t be captured by. Blond she was, in pink from head to toe, her body and mind both stereotypically so.

She came upon it there in the woods, the red calling to her to have a small look. Picked it up, the silly girl did, and opened the pages to read what was there in that book.  Her mind was entrapped, she could not stop; the book made certain that her curiosity trapped all of her thoughts. Pages turned, one by one, and the book turned her from who she once was, for that was the book’s purpose and it was after all an important one.

Her looks went from Bimbo to Mistress one by one.

Her hair turned raven from blonde, the colour darkening by page twenty-three.

The pink dress vanished next, you see, that was page forty and one.

By ninety-four, the black dress in latex appeared.

By one hundred, her stockings and armlets were made clear.

The shoes held her by one-twenty-one, shaping her walk and her stature and making her, just a little bit, to cum.

When the sixty-ninth chapter began, the horns appeared and set her path. The tail drew up and almost seemed to laugh.

The book finished with her finally, a Succubus created where there was nothing like her once before. The book wasn’t finished, but only started making her learn.

Now she looks at you with a smile, her thoughts not as they once were. Oh she still thinks of pussies and cock and sex, but there is more than that now for her.  Now her thoughts are of ensnaring your will, your place at her feet, mewling and begging . . . oh yes, you most certainly will.

Your thoughts grow dim as your mind now fades away

You fall to your knees as her laughter echoes around you again and again.

The last thing you see as your mind goes away, is the book she holds, barring your way.  You hear it tell you that you must submit, give in, give up, and you realize that is your wish today.

The story does not end here–it never does–for now you are both simply the book’s chapters seventy and seventy-one . . .

I’d like to thank James as always for his editing help with my scattered words… The Poet Laureate of the Realm is, as always, wonderful…


Happy Halloween to all!


Oct 30 2010

A Wonderful Warcraft Succubus Cosplayer…

I came across an amazing piece of YouTube video this week that shows the work of a Cosplayer in creating the look of a Warcraft Succubus that, really, is one of the best that I have ever seen…

And, as always, in case the embedding doesn’t work:

I took one quick still from the video, just to have something to comment on:

It’s hard to show just how much effort went into this costume from this still image alone, but, really there are quite literally months of effort placed into this, and it’s just beautiful…

Lovely horns, really amazing wings and I am rather amazed by the way she has made what looks like hooves, but are a pair of highish heels with wrappings around them to simulate the hooves that Warcraft Succubi have in the game…

The clothing is quite accurate from what can be seen in the video and I am rather taken by the wig she is wearing which is an almost exact style and colour match for the Succubi in the game.

The cosplayer is named Ayane Shiranui, and she does quite a lot of cosplaying. In fact she has her own site at: on which she has many examples of her work that you can enjoy…

Succubi, vampires, anime and so much more and everyone of them is truly an example of cosplay art I think…