On a world called “Earth” in the human realm, there comes a time of the year when a particular branch of humanity undertakes a certain remembrance. This remembrance comes with the approaching spring, and borrows its name from a Latin word for that, and the observance includes giving up something of some perceived valve. For some it might be a food of some sort, for others something more emotionally focused, or for others it might be a bad habit.
In the Realm of the Succubi there is a similar time, but, as it is Tera’s Realm, things are somewhat different. This time is known as the Inhibitions, and yes, it does involve them … or, rather, giving them up.
When it was first proposed—by a certain black-tail who shall remain nameless, save for her Baker, who is the only one that knows—the result was six weeks over which Realm historians still argue, mainly because not one of them can remember what happened exactly, and the SuccuWiki’s page on the event has quite a number of sections blacked out. Whether or not that certain black-tail has anything to do with that is, again, debatable: she isn’t talking, and those that ask are usually answered with a paddle applied to a particularly sensitive part of their bodies, if they are lucky …or, if they are exceptionally lucky, they might find themselves being led about the Realm as a pet for … about six weeks … more or less.
Still, for whatever reason, Tera decided that it would become an annual event, though with a slight change. Rather than the entire Realm being involved all at once, Miriam, whose tail was the brightest yellow that had been seen in centuries, was given the task to draw lottery numbers. The first time this happened, the lottery numbers drawn were the same, week after week. How that happened was never explained, save that things had a way of …escalating around yellow-tails, and this particular yellow-tail was the brightest that had been seen in centuries. But Miriam and her Eternal had the most interesting smiles for six times in as many weeks, and, for that matter, each and every pair, or quartet, or entanglement, had the same interesting smiles once their Inhibitions time came to a close.
Still, there were many in the Realm that had never experienced the event. But their time would come—as would a lot of others, as well. Strange things happen where yellow-tails are involved … and Miriam’s tail was the brightest yellow that had been seen by anyone in centuries.
She was sitting on her front porch, as she was wont to do every day about this time, and, those that might see her there, might expect the purple-tailed blonde was enjoying the sun. The thing was, she wasn’t in a bikini; she was slightly hidden behind some artfully positioned shrubbery, and she was trying to peek out at the house across the way from her own.
Scarlett had a problem, one that she had been dealing with for—if she would ever admit it—well over six centuries now. Perhaps “problem” might be a bit of an extreme description, but she’d never admit to having an infatuation with the pink-tailed blonde that lived in the orange brick home whose front facade she knew intimately … even if she didn’t know Renée as intimately as she wished to.
So there she was, imagining, for the umpteenth time, what Renée’s skin would taste like if she licked it, when a voice shocked her out of her daydream and brought her back to reality: “Hi!”
While managing to not fall out of her chair and into the shrubbery, she gathered her wits and found herself looking at the object of her infatuation. Renée was peeking around the corner of the porch stairs, waving to her. It was a good ten seconds before she replied: “Um, hi.”
This was Scarlett’s problem. She had the most amazing dreams about Renée, could think of all kinds of ways she’d love to twine tails with her, nibble on her lips, lick her way over each of those luscious curves. It has a good thing that she’d taken the extra courses Tera offered to keep one’s thoughts to one’s self, otherwise she was sure that her neighbour would be giving her the oddest look.
About six seconds after thinking that thought, Scarlett realized that Renée was giving her the oddest look. “So, what brings you by?” She never should have asked that question, she belatedly realized as she heard Renée’s heels on the steps and she came into full view … in a string bikini. Of course. The purple-tail was going to have a whole new set of dreams tonight.
“Well, I got a visit from someone today, and I wanted to tell you about it.”
Scarlett sighed mentally to herself. This was one of the reasons why she didn’t act on her impulses, barge through Renée’s front door and do all of the things she’d been wanting to for so long. Her pink-tailed neighbour’s role in the Realm was to help people to get over their hang-ups over sex, and she was really good at doing so. It wouldn’t be the first time that she had told Scarlett all about a visitor to the Realm not being able to deal with all of the seduction, erotica, and more that were woven into the fabric of the Realm and those that lived there. Goddess knows she’d heard the moaning from the other side of the street often enough when someone had “seen the light” in more than one way. She knew that Renée had important work to do, and so her inhibitions made her keep a distance from her neighbour. It didn’t mean she couldn’t imagine being in a shower with her … soaping that bubble butt and … stuff. No, it was better that she kept their relationship as it was, better for both of them.
Expecting this was going to be another one of those talks where Renée described the size of someone’s “tool” or how quickly someone else “came”, she was surprised when the pink-tail walked up to her and placed a small yellow ticket on the porch table beside her. Eying her, but saying nothing, Scarlett waited for her to continue.
“So. Miriam drew the winning tickets today.” She tapped the ticket with her finger: “Seems like this girl won.”
The purple-tail was both pleased, and not so much so, at the news: “Well, that’s great! Do you know who’s the lucky other one?”
“Nope. Not a clue. All I know is that I’m supposed to wait for somebody to show up.”
Scarlett didn’t quite manage to hold back the sigh: “Ah … Well, it won’t be me.”
Her tail moved slowly: “I haven’t checked my ticket in … centuries. Anyway, I’m sure when whoever shows up, the two or three or four of you will have a great time.”
The slow-moving purple tail was mirrored by a slow-moving pink tail: “Right.”
Nether said anything for a long moment, until: “So …. What have you in mind? Chocolate syrup? Rediwhip? Whips?”
Renée picked up the ticket: “Dunno. From what Miriam told me, when the other soul or souls find out, something will happen.”
“Ah.” That was all she managed to say before Renée left with a wave, a smile, and a “see you later.”
Scarlett was left alone with her thoughts as she watched her neighbour cross over the street and enter her home. She thought about how lucky that someone …or those someones … would be. Her thoughts settled on what the six weeks would be like and she couldn’t help but look longingly at Renée’s bum and that lovely tail as it seemed to beckon to her, before she vanished through her front door. She hadn’t moved from her chair, even when the sun set and the stars came out. She wanted to see who the lucky one was that would be entwining themselves, making her moan, doing all of the things that made Scarlett’s pussy drip in excitement imagining it was her doing all of the things she was imagining.
When midnight came around, and no one had arrived at Renée’s front door, she decided to give up and go inside. That would have been the end of things save for one thing. As she approached her front door, there was a small yellow ticket pinned there by a yellow thumbtack …
… A yellow ticket that she hadn’t seen in centuries …
The chances against that ticket being the winner were astronomical. But then, Miriam had picked the tickets, and, when she was involved, odd things happened … a lot. But then she wasn’t Renée’s Eternal, never would be. If she was, she’d have known it by now. It was all an infatuation, nothing more. Her inhibitions told her so. It wasn’t the right thing to do.
“Check your damn ticket, Scarlett.”
If the pink-tail had scared her before, her appearing out of the darkness and growling was about six times the shock. Clutching her chest, she fell against the door and found herself looking at Renée …
… nude Renée …
… wild mane of hair Renée …
… gleam in her eyes Renée …
… hot, horny, dripping wet Renée …
Held by the look in Renee’s eyes, she didn’t move as the scent of strawberries became stronger the closer she came.
“What’s wrong with you?”
The purr made her pussy flutter: “I’m purrfect. I’m hot, I’m wet, and I can smell how delicious you are.”
The press of a pink-nailed finger on her lips silenced her: “You want me. But you always stopped yourself. Well, I want to fuck, and my inhibitions aren’t around.” Scarlett heard the rip of paper and then that yellow ticket was held out to her: “Yours are. I wanna know. Touch the damn ticket.”
The purple-tail’s hand was frozen. She couldn’t, even if the thought made her melt inside, her breath catch and, damn it all, open her lips and lick her tongue over Renée’s finger, savouring the moan and how her tail wrapped around her leg. But what if it wasn’t her? What then? The doubts came and fought with her dreams. The answer, finally, was in touching the ticket with a finger.
She blinked as she touched the ticket. Something … changed. The thought of resisting her fantasies wasn’t there. The idea was simply impossible. She knew what she wanted, she wanted … her. Her thoughts melted, her pussy dripped. She wetted her lips and then pressed herself against her fantasy. She felt the night breeze against their bare skin, moaned as fingers entwined themselves into her mane, turning it wild and free. Her eyes glowed in want, need, and desire. Pussy aching, she let go of a gasp as long, pink fingernails teased her clit and nipples. Thought melted into instinct. Her lips pressed against hot, slick skin, tasting strawberries. Shrieking as fingers toyed with her core, her tail was wrapping, twining, rubbing against her Eternal’s. Heat and need, passions and ecstasy began pushing away every last bit of inhibition she had … they had.
A door being thrown open, then closing … the sound of footsteps … a cry of pleasure in a hallway … two bodies covered in soap, rubbing against each other in a shower … legs and arms touching … chocolate sauce over skin … being bound to a bed, legs and arms held while a long supple tongue slithered about a slick, wet pussy … sucking on lips, tongues pressing against tongues, breathless moans, orgasms pushed coherent thought away, replacing it with sheer unbridled freedom to explore fantasies and make them real.
Six weeks later, the inhibitions of the two neighbours were no longer a problem, and, when the time of Inhibitions came each year after that, they found new inhibitions to abandon .. together.
For the giving up of one’s inhibitions is freedom unbound.