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It All Starts With RediWhip

It All Starts With RediWhip
By TeraS


There are places in the Realm that are off limits. For example, there’s a particular vault in the Palace where no one, save Tera and her King, is allowed to enter. It is a place that no one thinks of getting close to. There are many places in the Realm where the Eternals go together, whenever they might wish to, but none else can for various reasons.

There is however one spot where no one can go save for Tera herself. Not her Eternal, not her loves, not her sisters and Daughters. No one has been there, save Tera herself for one very simple and important reason …

… It’s the walk-in closet, though it’s actually more of a pocket universe, where Tera keeps her shoe collection.

After all, shoes are a sacred and important thing to the Queen of the Realm.

So, nobody but the Queen ever goes into Her Majesty’s shoe closet … except when someone does.

Sometimes, you see, Tera’s tail becomes entwined with another soul who loves shoes as much as she does. Sometimes that soul happens to be a succubus. Sometimes that succubus happens to, most likely, have recently become the second most powerful succubus in the universe.

That particular succubus was a lovely redhead named Kendra.

And, at that moment, the redhead was squealing happily as she rummaged about in Tera’s shoe closet.

Tera herself was leaning against one of the precisely sorted shelving units nearby, a small book in her hand and a bemused smile on her lips as she watched Kendra having fun.

Still having that smile, the brunette Queen asked: “So, how do you feel about hooves?”

The shock in Kendra’s voice was palatable: “Absolutely not. Geez, Tera, that’s a stupid question.”

“Yes. It is. But you’d be surprised how many think otherwise.”

Kendra snorted as she opened a pair of doors and ducked inside to continue her search: “What’s wrong with them? How the hell are you supposed to wear sexy heels? They have no sense of priority.”

“Well, some people think it’s kinky, sexy, or evil … or all of the above.”

Kendra waved a pair of sparkling, ruby red, strappy heels in Tera’s direction: “You mind If I borrow these?”

Tera smiled: “No, please do.”

Closing the doors, Kendra leaned against them: “Just how many shoes do you have anyway?”

As Kendra slipped one heel on and started winding the straps up her calves, Tera mulled the question over: “Well … I’m not sure exactly. I do know that I don’t have every pair of heels in the universe.”

The Queen’s guest had just finished tying the straps of the second heel with a bow. She did a little twirl in front of her hostess and smiled: “No. But you have all of the sexiest ones.”

The Queen’s reply began by pointing a finger at the red points poking out from behind her bangs: “See the horns? Get the clue?”

The two succubi looked at each other for a moment and then dissolved into a giggling fit. Tera gave Kendra a hug, then the two started to make their way out of the universe of sexy shoes towards the Realm once more. As the brunette turned the book she still held over in her hands, she added: “But remember, clicking your heels together isn’t going to work.”

The younger succubus’ blank expression was quite clear, and so Tera continued: “It’s a story from Earth about a girl who winds up in another world, gets herself a pair of ruby red shoes, and finds out that, to get back home, she needs to click her heels together and say ‘There’s no place like home.’”

The story brought a light sigh from Kendra: “Yeah. It’s not going to be that easy.”

Twining her tail with her new friend’s, the wise Ruler prodded: “Talk to me.”

It took a little while before her guest had managed to put her thoughts together: “Where do I start?”

“You know where. We both do.”


“Tell me about her.”

One of the hardest things for Kendra was to talk about her feelings, especially about Megan. The hesitation was part of that, part of trying to hold in things she didn’t want to reveal. “What do you want to know?”

Tera stopped her just outside of the pocket universe crafted as a closet. Putting her book in her jacket pocket, Tera pressed Kendra against the door, her red-nailed hands on either side of the younger woman: “How good she makes you feel. How being with her makes you sigh. How your knees wobble when she puts herself in your arms, trusting you. How much you need her when she’s not with you. How much you …”

Kendra touched two fingers on Tera’s lips: “Please … don’t say it.”

Tera’s tongue darted out and caressed Kendra’s fingertips making her shiver. On reflex, Kendra’s hand fell back and Tera continued: “Alright. But you’ve said it at least once.”

“And I cried acid tears. That’s what happens.”

“Yes. That’s true … for now.”

The two succubi looked into each other’s eyes for a moment that seemed to stretch on forever. Then the oh-so-green-eyed brunette took the maybe-not-quite-so-green-eyed redhead’s hand and started leading the way through her home, their sexy heels making sexy sounds as they walked together. “If someone asks who you are, what’s your answer?”

“I’m a succubus.”

Tera’s tail pointed at herself: “I’m Tera.”

Again that confused expression took a place with Kendra: “Not getting that. You’re a succubus, as well.”

“That’s another discussion all together, but that will be something to break your mind another time. No, I am myself, first; succubi, second; the Queen, third. Priorities, after all; just like when it comes to picking out heels.”

Kendra rubbed a hand against her arm: “Are you always like this?”

“You mean talking in riddles?”

“Well, that. But you’re so … different.”

“Different is a good thing. It means you can do things that no one expects.” Stepping back, Tera gave a little squeeze to her friend’s hand as they continued on their way: “You aren’t the succubus you were, Kendra. You understand that, right?”

Shrugging, the younger succubus replied: “Well, yeah. I mean, I’m the second most powerful succubus in the universe.” She did manage to smile: “At least that’s what some brunette red-tail tells me.”

Tera shared a hug: “Take it from me. It doesn’t matter how powerful you are if you don’t have the one you need … need more than anything … with you.”

“Yeah … I’ve figured out that one; kind of obvious.”

“Then how about we work on something a little less obvious? You might even enjoy it.”

Walking into the Palace kitchen, Kendra watched as Tera opened her fridge and took something out of it, slipping whatever it was into a pocket before walking back to her. Taking out the book she had with her, she continued: “How do you feel about books, Kendra?”

This was a touchy subject: “Books? Really never liked them; they’re more Megan’s thing than mine. She’d happily be reading in a library, digging through old books, scrolls, or whatever. They don’t do much for me.”

“But she wants you there, to share in her joy, to know something more than just sex and passion. She wants to share things with you, to be with you … just because.”

The guest then said something that made the host’s eyebrows arch: “What else is there? We’re … happy.”

“What about being a little more happy?”

“She’s been trying. I just … don’t know how. I’m not … made … that way.”

“Okay. It’s time for a lesson … or mebby more of a demonstration.”

For the first time in a very long time, Kendra actually shivered at the gleam in those green eyes: “Suddenly, I have another appointment I need to get to.”

Tera pushed Kendra back gently until her bum was pressed against the edge of a countertop and Her Majesty was pressed up against her: “Close your eyes, Kendra.”


“Just ‘cause.”

“That’s a vague answer.”

“It’s meant to be. I want to … demonstrate something. Close your eyes.”

With a frown, the pinned succubus closed her eyes and waited. She heard her friendly captor moving about, then a hissing sound. For a moment, Kendra wondered if Tera had a snake or something, but before she could ask that question, something cold was dabbed on the tip of her tail.

Kendra moaned. Then she felt a long, slow and wet lick over the tip of her tail where that something had been.

Outside of Tera’s home, the Realm was going about its day, some in hedonistic pursuits, others in more intellectual ones. However, the entire Realm came to a screeching halt when the scream of the second most powerful succubus in the universe being turned into an orgasmic puddle washed over them.

Miriam was sorting books in the Library with Irving, her Eternal—or at least they claimed to be even if the book cart hadn’t been touched that day so far … well, not touched by hands. She looked in the direction of the Queen’s home as the scream interrupted them. The yellow tail shook her head: “Tera’s teaching.”

“One lick or two?”

“Sounded like—Miriam held her own yellow tail in the air—one … I think.”


Miriam smiled: “Definitely a wow.” The two Eternals were immediately, irresistibly inspired to make their own … wow … as was just about every succubi in that Realm and those in three or four adjacent realities.

The thing about being the second most powerful succubus in the universe is that, when the most powerful of the succubi in the universe makes you cum, you are quite literally a puddle afterwards. A orgasmic, wanton, and happy one, but still, nonetheless, a puddle. Kendra came back to reality … well, unaroused reality … with a long, deep purr and a deliciously erotic stretch, and found herself lying on a red satin bed. The sheets were wonderful against her bare skin, curled about her tail and draped over her legs. Snuggling into the pillow, enjoying the delicious cherry aroma, her eyes fluttered open.

The sight that greeted Kendra was Tera lying beside her, as nude as she was. Her host was facing her, that thin book in one hand, smiling. “Hi.” As Kendra’s mouth wasn’t quite working, as she was a little tongue-tied, the Queen took the opportunity to kiss her lightly on the lips, then roll herself on top of her guest. “Did you like that?”

Kendra managed a lusty moan and smile.

“I learned that … from a book.”

The moan turned into a blink of disbelief.

“You know, sex isn’t everything. Just being focused on sex becomes very boring after a while. That’s a dangerous thing for beings like us. We need things to play in our thoughts, to make us think, to be imaginative.”

Tera then took the spine of the book and drew it over Kendra’s cleavage: “It makes passion so much more delicious for us. Our power is purer. We can do more, change ourselves. We can become what we dream of, but can never say. Taking the time to learn things, to discover what makes others tick, opens our minds to possibilities.” She put the book away, then started to caress the sheets: “You aren’t Kendra the succubus. You aren’t Kendra the complete sexual being.”

Kendra licked her lips, finding her voice again: “What am I?”

Tera’s fingers began to dance over the length of Kendra’s tail: “You are Kendra, the love of Megan. You can figure out the rest.”

She shivered again: “I hope so.”

“You will. Megan trusts you. I do as well. You’ll find the way to trust yourself.”

As the red-tail’s fingers teased over the tip of her pupil’s tail, she gasped: “What … exactly … did … you … mmmmmmmmmmmmmm … do?”

“Succubi tails are so very sensitive. There are some things in the universe that can make them … a bit more so.”

“What … did you do?”

Tera reached behind herself: “That book talks about all kinds of things that can be put on succubi tails. One of the most amazing ones … is this.”

Kendra squinted at the can that her host held in her hand. A red and white can with some kind of nozzle on the end: “What the hell is … ‘RediWhip’?”

Tera squirted out a bit on her finger and looked at it: “It’s a creamy substance that can be used in many interesting ways.” She dabbed that bit of the magic cream on her guest’s nipples, then slowly licked them clean again.

The novice’s moan as she dug her nails into the bedsheets clearly said she enjoyed that demonstration: “Oh … ffffuck.”

Tera’s purr was delicious: “Maybe if your very good.” Then she sat up, grinning: “See … books are good for something. Imagine if Megan happens to stumble across this book in her library, hmmm?”

“You … you wouldn’t.”

“Or if several cases of RediWhip gets delivered into her hands … or those of Helen … or Amy.”

“Tera …”


“You are evil, you know that, right?”

Tera twined Kendra’s tail about her hand and arm, then squirted a bit of RediWhip on the tip again: “I know somebody who might disagree, but I’ll accept sexy evil …”

The younger succubus’ nails started digging holes in the sheets—she hoped that Tera wasn’t going to be upset about that: “What … ffffucccckkkk … what else can that stuff do?”

The green-eyed teacher smiled evilly: “You can use it for cooking too.”

Kendra actually completely forgot about the shivering and aching from her tail: “Wait? What?”

“I’ll have to teach you how to make some strawberry tarts with it that will make your mouth water and you moan as you nibble on them.”

There is nothing in the universe that can match the expression of a succubus on the edge of orgasm who is completely confused. Kendra’s look was the perfect textbook example of that: “Cooking?”

Tera brought the tip of Kendra’s tail to her lips and breathed on it: “Cooking.”

The student’s toes curled, her back arched, and her breath caught: “I … I don’t believe it. That stuff’s sin in a can.”

Tera started spreading the creme all over the tip of Kendra’s tail, not leaving one inch uncovered: “I’ll have to write them and suggest they add that slogan.”

“Cooking … How the hell did anyone figure out that stuff was … gawd … fffuckkk …”

Tera had her best innocent look: “I have … no idea.”


Tera’s answer was a longer, wetter, more wanton lick of the tip of Kendra’s tail. “Now, since you keep asking …” and, in a blink, the two succubi were entwined in every conceivable way.

Miriam was just going back to sorting books in the Library with Irving, or at least they claimed to be even if the book cart hadn’t been touched at all that day. She looked in the direction of Tera’s house as another scream interrupted them and shook her head: “I wonder just how much RediWhip she has in her fridge.”

Irving suddenly produced a can: “Well, there’s a case and a half in the staff break room. One lick or two?”



Miriam smiled: “It all starts with RediWhip. Then the real fun begins.”