Alp Adventures - Chapter 6

	Ahh morning. Serene and peaceful. A period of tranquility and other synonyms I'm too drowsy to think of at the moment. Repose, maybe? Eh, whatever. A time to ponder over what events will transpire this day and a sincere hope that things will be well when you lay your head to rest the coming evening. Or at least it would be all that nice and quiet crap if those blasted harpies weren't raising such a cacophony at the ass crack of dawn. If I hear "Poker Face" sung one more time I swear I will find a way to have fried harpy wings on the menu as well as getting a matching set of harpy down pillows.
	With an irritated groan I reluctantly pry myself from the comfortable embrace of the bed and lumber my way to the bathroom. After splashing my face with a bit of cold water from the sink I take a look in mirror and put on my best smile. "Hey sexy." I give my reflection a wink and after a few seconds my smile fades and I heave a long sigh. Mostly due to the fact that, while I am still looking damn sexy, there are a few... new additions to my features I've been trying to get accustomed to. It seems that my body took a liking to the demonic energy my succubi captors have been continuously shoving into me. The side effects being an erection that's hard enough to kill a water buffalo in his homeland that lasts for hours as well as...
	I let out another long sigh while looking myself over. First of all, two ridged obsidian black horns sprouting from the top of my head. I've already put a couple holes into the bed because of them. And they got stuck in a wall when... you know, I'd rather not remember that incident. Then there are my ears which have become pointy. Aside from looking like they belong on some half-elf they at least haven't caused too much of a problem. Well, aside from becoming a lot more sensitive I suppose. The succubi seem to think it's hilarious to watch me cum just from them playing with them. Next are my eyes which turned from green to a dark red. Ok, I'll admit. Those do look cool as hell.
	Then there are the two features that put the final nail in the coffin of my incubusness. A pair of leathery wings on my back which makes narrow doors and hallways my mortal enemy and don't even let me fly. Seriously, what kind of bullshit is that? And then there's the matter of sleeping. If I sleep on my back I end up with sore wings in the morning. Ever had a wing cramp? Shit sucks. And lastly there's the three foot long, spade tipped tail coming out of my ass. Which I might add also seems to have nearly the same sensitivity as my ears with the added effect of making me go down quicker than a... well, a succubus. For fucks sake, what am I now? A perpetually horny, literally and figuratively, oozaru with wings?
	My ruminations and lamentations are interrupted by a knock on my rooms door. As I'm making my way to it the knocking continues unabated. "I'm coming, damn. Don't get your knickers in a knot." Opening the door I'm greeted by the smug face of my childhood friend. To which I respond by immediately closing the door back again. But he shoves his foot into the door, preventing it from closing. "Now now. That's no way to treat your best friend! You haven't gotten your morning dosage of 'I told you so.'s yet." I give up trying to close the door and just let him do as he pleases. I may as well just get it over with. He comes in and closes the door behind him as I'm sitting down at the table. "So, did you decide to come over to get in a few digs at me or did you have something worthwhile to talk about?" He takes a seat across from me, turning the chair around to sit in it backwards. "A little from column A, a little from column B. Speaking of..." He suddenly gets another smug, shit eating grin. "Looks like you finally figured out how to walk without tripping over that tail. If your plan was to make these monsters laugh themselves to death at you being stuck in a wall for an hour, I'd say it was almost successful."
	I noticeably cringe at the memory I've been desperately trying to block out and try to push the conversation along. "Ugh, yeah yeah. Got your fill yet? What else did you want to talk about?" He chuckles for a moment, finding my misfortune to be amusing, the sick bastard. "Well, I was figuring since you had a nice new pair of wings you could just fly us out of.." I stop him mid-sentence and pinch the bridge of my nose at what I'll assume was an unintentional dig at me. "I can't. Fly, I mean." He stares at me unblinking before letting out another laugh. "Seriously? What kind of bullshit is that? Hell, the succubi seem to enjoy doing it. I had one attack me from the ceiling of my room saying some shit like 'I'm the goddamn batman!'. Kinda cute, though. A few screws loose, however." He shakes his head to get himself back on the original conversations course. "Maybe you just aren't doing something right. Or maybe you're just defective? Anyway, I guess that idea is out. Maybe we can..." The conversation goes on like this for another hour or so. But ultimately he gives up on the brainstorming of escape plans for today. Ah well. Even after changing into this I can't really see this whole setup as being too bad. Yeah, things will be fine. It's not like things can get worse..... right?