The Succubus Council President Won't Leave Me Alone Ch.4

The Succubus Council President Won't Leave Me Alone Ch.4
Delving into Tunnels Best Left Unchecked


	Ahh, nothing like a good afternoon lay on the roof-top. I've gotta admit, when Tea invited me up there, I was a little skeptical, but good Grave Lord was that fantastic. Heh, 'grave', Gotta try that one with Nelson if I get the chance. Speaking of which, where is the doomsayer himself? He wasn’t here yesterday either, I hope he didn't get locked in a rape-dungeon or something. Nelson wouldn’t go quietly, they'd better drug him if they want him alive. I really hope he's okaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyheyyyyyyyyy, what is this fine spectacle of a woman approaching me?

	“Hey Izzy, remember me?”

	The girl wore her black hair down over what seemed to be a pretty stern face, pretty intimidating at first glance but the charming smile she wore hacked right though all that. But the legs, damn those were some legs. Can't say I've ever been attracted to human woman till now, not that I’d break up with Tea or anything. Those legs may be good, but they weren't Undead Queen good.

	“Sorry can't say I do, but we've clearly met somewhere. I'm Izzy Carderson and you are?”

	A clean smile and an outstretched hand, noting like it to set up a good platonic relationship. Had to be careful with how I treated other woman cuz Tea definitely remembers how 'active' I was freshman year.

	“It's Nelson, nice to meet you Carderson.”

	“Well that's an odd name for a...Shit.”

	“Yes Izzy, just give it a moment and think it over.”

	“The student council black-mailed you into cross-dressing in order to torture you and get back for those things you did to lily! Those bastards! MY BLADE SHALL TASTE MINE WIFE'S BEFORE NIGHT FALL!”

	“Dude, Izzy, calm the fuck down and trust your freaking girlfriend. She kinda helped me outta worse shit then what I'm caught up with now.”

	“Fill me in dude.”

	“I'll try not to 'bury' you in the details.”

	Nelson, or as he was referred to now as 'Neil' gave me the whole scoop. Including that fact he'd walked out of the council room shirtless and secured a date this week-end.

	“Nice, kind of early to spring it on Lily though, but I guess decisiveness is good.”

	“Oh crap, I skipped over the steamy H-scene didn't I? I didn't ask out Lily, I asked out the Natalie. She's the Cancer who helps out with drama club make-up.”

	“Really now? I hope this doesn’t make you 'crabby', but I’d like some details.”

	“She's really easy to talk to and soothes my icy heart. Honesty, I don't know much about her yet. Figured I might as well take a leap.
	“I'm just surprised you took the initiative to ask someone out, that's very unlike you.”

	“I'm just kinda branching out I guess?”

	“Bullshit, spill the beans Neil.”

	“Emma's getting older dude and I can't be caught with my pants down and wanting. I promised Mom I would get a date this week-end.”

	And there's the Nelson I know. He'll change his nature for two reasons: 1. A situation so terrible and mind-bending presents itself or 2. His foster Family. It's probably the core reason I like the guy, he's really firm not to change himself for people. Still this leaves another problem.

	“I hope your not just dating this girl for her utility Neil.”

	“If I was dating the Belhmont or the Prime Succubus that might be true. Maybe it's just the fact that I haven't done anything so consensual in awhile and she's just really nice. But I'm genuinely attracted to her, so no harm right?

	“People have baggage man, but look at me being the pessimist for once. I think you should show her a good time and see what comes of it.”

	“My only real issue is the Troublesome Council President.”

	“I wouldn’t be to worried about th...”

	“She found me dude, exactly like you said she would when I was walking home. I’ve also been thinking: Why was I the only one called to the office yesterday? There were at least twelve people in line to audition for the part and I’m the only one that gets a personal notice? With the whole council present? She's up to something.”

	“What, are you worried she's gonna do something to your soon-to-be relationship?”

	“No, I’m worried she has something planned to screw me over. Three times I've defied her and her authority. No way am I getting away with that unscathed.”

	“So good to be back in the optimists seat, as always: your paranoid. She's just interested in you and was probably trying to get a better 'bead' on you.”

	“I once knew this Kitsune in middle school, she pestered me a lot over a bunch of trivial things and we had this weird 'acquaintance' thing going on for awhile. Then I did something for her and we had sort of a moment. Started getting pretty close after that, closer then I think I was to even Emma at that point, but then she dropped a bucket of red shit on me in front of a crowd and laughed her ass off. She wasn’t really close to me at all, apparently that 'favor' hurt her pride and she just wanted back at me.

	“Dude, I don't mean to trample on your middle-school trauma or anything, but are you sure she was trying to hurt you?”

	“Almost positive. I know what your thinking: 'but what if she wasn’t?'. Then she should have known better then to pull shit like that. She even had the gull to offer me a fresh set of clothing afterward, said if I bowed and begged she give em' to me.”

	Neil doesn’t take some things very well. Not that many people cope with terrible situations, but certain things set Neil off in ways I’ve never seen a human angry. I'm almost certain something really bad happened even further back in his life to cultivate that reaction, Although I think bringing it up now might not be the best idea.

	The worst among his triggers is being betrayed. Nothing sets him off like a violation of trust. Personally, it took me the better part of our freshmen year together for him to even have a discussion with me and even then he holds some things back. It's better to takes things slow with him though, because I’ve seen what happens when he's set off.  Ever seen a Mama bear protecting their kids? It's a lot like that, but without the loving protection. It's just sadism to Neil. He'll never admit it, but Neil likes to see people hurt, like people hurt him. That's why I'm terrified to learn how he responded to this situation.

	“So what did you do next?”

	“You know me Izzy, I took off my clothes, threw them in her face, and walked home.”

	“In this city? With all of the 'Cougars' around?”

	“Yea, I was really fat back then. That's probably what saved me.”

	Or he'd react like this. Maybe the Lily incidents just opened my eyes to it: Nelson grows a huge freaking pair when confronted. There are guys who'd blue-ball the hottest succubus, beat down the biggest dragon, or leave a fluffy tail untouched. I'd reckon Neil would do all three if properly roused.

	“And you think lily would do something like that? Sure she has that 'Ice Queen' title, but I’ve heard Tea talk about her and she seems perfectly nice.”

	“Someone with a position like that has to deal with the pressure somehow. She's not getting any of that at school and her grades are always top-notch so home she probably studies pretty hard. Trust me Izzy, she has a release of some sort beyond just sex.”

	“So your assertions based on a few random conjunctures you've made and your past trauma?”

	“Let's summarize what we know about Lily: 1. She's probably prideful, 2. She's seemingly perfect at school, 3. She makes the best grades, 4.She never finds sexual release here, and 5. She's stunning. I'm drawing a conclusion based on these facts and the assumption that all of us have our skeletons. Maybe she just has some embarrassing hobby? Maybe I'm just some 'model student' project she's cooking up. I don't want to be caught with my skirt down Izzy so I can't afford to imagine anything else then the worse possible scenario.”

	“Okay, okay. Best piece of advice I can give? Don't respond to her, at all. If she calls you down to the office again, just react normally. If she walks with you home, talk about the weather. If you find yourself in a secluded spot overlooking a gorgeous view, say you have to go to the bathroom or something. Just whatever you do, don't give her anything to grab onto and keep your ears open.”
	“Sorry Izzy, I really didn't mean to upset you with all this, now that I’m actually dating I’m just kinda...”

	“Worried about screwing it up?”

	“Exactly. I guess I should just focus on Nat instead of Lily.”

	“Probably would help not to think of another woman. Speaking of woman, you make a surprisingly convincing one.

	“What? Did I turn you on?”

	“You surprised me I’ll admit. Can't beat cold slabs of glorious, shining, undead flesh though.

	“God-forbid. Give Tea my thanks okay? She really saved my ass from a scalding.”

	“Yea man, good luck at drama club.”

	Neil was a handful, or would it be better to say that he's a mixed-bag? He puts on a huge anti-social front and pushes people away, but he's pretty fit and has a lot of hidden qualities that would put him on a pedestal if he'd bother to show anyone. Neil's a good person who just puts himself though hell, I’d decided this awhile ago, ever since a certain incident. No matter what shit he pulls or how different we are: he's my soul brother.

	Speaking of which, does he...does he have the...Oh god he does have it, why dear god does he have that.

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	“Okay ladies, this lesson mostly for Neil's benefit, that doesn’t mean you can slack off. Going over the fundamentals never hurt and we should all be bonding if we want this club to be as good as last year.”

	The spirit in this place was like a controlled pandemic. It was perfect social interaction: not overly cheery, but not entirely hostile. My attempts to remain neutral and unaffiliated failed right out of the gate, these guys wouldn’t even buy that shit. I was put on the spot more times then I could count when various debates arouse and pushed to the limits of my logic in a way that would be Socrates to shame. Take for example this conversation about shoes:

	“Neil what's you opinion on heels? Should they be opened or closed toe?”

	“I guess both are equally fine?”

	“Are you kidding? Come on, which of our feet look better me or Kim's?”

	“Kim's give a decisive feel while yours give it a cleaner one?”

	“That's not the point Neil! Which one looks better?”

	Never mind that these were all dudes(who have been doing this for years and knew to well what they were doing.) All this conversation had driven me a little crazy. From talking innocently or Flirty, bows or ties, nail polish or no. Kate said that the point of all this is that I should be able to separate my thinking depending on which gender I’m displaying, but that felt impossible because every time I got asked this question I listened to my carefully cultivated field of fetishes I’d built over the years, as a MAN.

	“Neither of them are the best.”

	“Eh?”

	“The best combination is panty hoes and closed toed shoes.”

	“How?”

	“If gives sort of a color to the leg to begin with, especially if it's black. I think, somehow the universality of that and matching heels gives off a really sexy and mature vibe.”

	“So it safe to say that you like that combination the best Neil? Perhaps you'd like to try that on? Your already wearing black thigh-highs so your half-way there.”

	Perfectly constructed environment. They didn't have to tell me to try on new things. They just had to use conversation and find the opportune moment to drag me out.

	“I'm not very good at walking in heel's Kate.”

	“That's no problem, because the master herself is taking time to teach us!”

	Oh god it was her and she was wearing her and by everyone's reaction(furious applause), this was routine. Crap, how do I react to a situation like this? If I stay on guard then I’ll make an ass of myself and things will get harder here. If I don't, I’m vulnerable to anything she might have planned.


	An hour later and the heel walking lessons where actually going well. She started with a small informative lecture on when to and when to not wear heels, health concerns, styles and current trends, and a brief history. We were then walked down in a marching line while wearing heels, practicing different methods of walking and strutting, even that little maneuver she used on me awhile back. As much as I hate to admit, she was an amazing teacher. She had all our names under wraps before she even walked into this room and kept track on all of our progress, giving pinpoint advice to anyone with trouble. I'm amazed, how did she stay so in control?

	“Neil come over here for a second.”

	Oh god not good, I knew where this was leading.

	“Here just take one step out just like that.”

	Swimming lessons, this was a mother fucking swimming lessons. Her hands moved around my body and made little pushes and pulls, noting and advising me exactly on how I could improve. She was hitting my nursing fetish in just the right place.

	“There that wasn’t so hard was it?”

	That smile, it's not perfect, but that just makes it seem more genuine. Lily's face was always striking the fine line between cute and sexy and her lips on the edge between innocent and sensual. I desperately wanted to touch her, feel her, do something for her.

	My reaching brain focused on the one thing that stuck out, a bit of her hair was in the way of her face, maybe I wouldn’t have noticed it if she wasn’t so radiant. With a lone hand, I stroked the wary bits of hair out of her face. As I did her expression changed from joy to what appeared to be a little frightened, no that wasn’t right, Wanting maybe?

	I couldn’t take it. That awed expression, the fact that I was wearing a skirt, the oohs awes from the crowd. Then a voice spoke to me.

	“NELSON my son, do what this part of you was born to do. Turn the gait to ADDITUDE and strut out of this venture!”

	And so I did.

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	“Natalie I did something horrible.”

	Is how a retard would start this conversation. Seriously, I want to know what kind of asshole preps someone for bad news. It never helps the news and it's not like the person is really gonna care how you delivered it. Maybe if you had a beer with a friend and then said 'oh yea dude, I banged your wife' they’d be a problem. Oh crap, maybe I should have just told her this before we got all friendly and decided to walk home together.

	“So she broke up with him over the phone!”

	“Hey Nat, I got something horrible to tell...Over the phone?”

	“Yea, said some bullshit about not being able to look at her.”

	“What a vagina, can't even tear up a contract in person.”

	“So what did you do, lay with another woman?”

	“I brushed the hair out of the Student Council President's face.”

	“In private?”

	“Nope, during club practice, very public.”

	“Well that's okay.”

	“Wait, your not mad? Like, at all?!”

	“Why should I be, or did that mean something to you.”

	Walked right into that one. Did it mean anything to me? Anything at all? I never really considered what the meaning of Lily was beyond the saliva incident. But those were thoughts for a more private time, right now I had to wiggle out of this one. Maybe if Nat wasn’t making me so hot and bothered with all this social-engineering I could give a response. Wait a minute, I only have to prove to her that that particular incident in that context didn't mean anything!

	“Nothing really, me and the rest of the guys, I mean girls, were just all fawning over stuff like that for the last hour, so the hair just kinda agitated me.”

	“Don't worry, I’m not mad.”

	Score for my side, she's admitted it vocally. Now I just gotta push a little more.

	“Not at all?”

	“Okay I am a little ticked that your making such a big deal out of something like this when we haven't even dated.”

	“Well then.”

	I reached up to her human body and with a quick hand, I took of one of the clips keeping a lone twin-tail up. Brushed the hair away and went for purchase.

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	I can't believe that guy! I bet he made that whole story up just to rattle me into that! Who does he think he is brushing my hair away and just locking lips with me? And just where did he learn to kiss like that...and make my heart beat like this? Where does he get the nerve to walk off so casually with a 'I’ll see you tomorrow.'?

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	Am I getting used to doing things like this now? Not like I really cared about the mobs opinion of me and  acting out never really cost me anything socially. Never the less, now I'm scared that I'll become some sort of sleaze bag who leads woman along.

	I'm thrilled that I kissed her. As opposed to Lily's firm lips, Natalie’s were insanely soft and welcoming. They seemed to be asking me to push further and slide my tongue in there and explore.

	I'm still wearing woman's clothing and walking in heels.

	“Oniiiieee-Samaaaaaa! Mom's boy friend is here!”

	Well, time to break a leg in another performance.

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	Mom was still in the kitchen going hardcore on whatever spicy concoction she had planned this evening. My guess is that she's putting this guy up to two tests, winning our favor and surviving her meal. Little did he probably know, I had my hand in both of these things. Who do you think has been cultivating some of the spiciest plants this side of our fine country 'He Who Would Date my Mother'? One Cross-dressing, anti-social, gardening, acting bad ass by the name of Neil. Did Mom think you would survive this?

	“Oh hello, you must be Neil. I'm Ryder.”

	“Like, as in a horseman?”

	“Yes, but with a 'y'.”

	“Take it you got bullied a lot for that name.”

	“Definitely. I don't look it, but I grew up in 'Ricksburg. Huge Oni population. Had to lift a ton so I could focus on my psychology degree. Hey, you guys mind having a seat? Makes this kinda feel like an interrogation.”

	“Oh, but it is mista Ryder. Me and my Onee-sama are gonna...sit right down.”

	“He's seems fine Emma. No reason to make the guy feel uncomfortable him being a GUEST in our home and all.”

	“I guess.”

	Oh poor Emma, if only you knew that crest-fallen body of yours had been factored into my plan.

	“So Mr. Ryder, how did you come to live in our fine city?”

	“Came down a few years ago to work with the local police. I ended up liking this place more then my former home. Much less going on here.”

	“Is our town really that boring?”

	“Oh no, I moved from Arken, or Arcen, however people pronounce it now.”

	Arken(Arcen, Aren, The city were unification begain, the big city, the city that never sleeps, ect.) was the capital of the world. It was practically it's own country.

	“The back water gives and takes away huh Mr. Ryder?”

	“Well I guess you could say that.”

	“Do you also have a family mista Ryder?”

	“Yea, two human parents back in Ricksburg and a handful of siblings.”

	“Really?! How many?” As expected of a Mouse, Emma liked big families.
	“Two sisters and two brothers, I'm the middle child.”

	“A middle child in a town full of Oni trying to earn a Psychology degree. Mr. Ryder, how did you survive?”

	“I joined a gang and had a lot of people owe me fa... I mean I had lots of friends and my family was actually really supportive.”

	Mom did know how to pick 'em. Not only was Mr. Ryder handsome, he had street-smarts.

	“Oh yes, how did you survive school? I'm having a fair bit of trouble given my current situation and all.”

	“Sorry, can only really speak from textbook experience when it comes to human females. And I think even those pre-date Female Paladins.”

	Oh Ryder, Ryder, Ryder. You honestly haven't caught on to my actual gender yet? Guess that's my nuclear strategy now. Speaking of nukes.

	“Dinners ready kids!”

	Mom had prepared chili, our chili really. Fueled by my burning gardening passion and nourished to life by motherly love: our red lava was enough to make Satan blush. Somehow Mom came out of the kitchen looking clean and pretty. If I was gonna have to go though with my whole drama club commitment, I was gonna have to ask her for tips.

	The large pot slammed against the table, the Naan bread placed afterward almost seemed pitiful in comparison. As it should: it was the bail out bread, for pussies and potential marital candidates who wouldn’t be getting any. This wasn’t a problem for me. I'm just gonna chug my bowl down in one fell swoop, go for bread and be done. Like a man.

	Shit, I'm still dressed as a woman.

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	Emma was the first to fall. This was entirely expected her being the youngest and least tenured. At least she lasted longer then last time and finished half her first bowl. I was just moping up my first in a lady like fashion, continuing a small conversation with mother and Ryder while doing so. The candidate himself was doing pretty great. Admittedly he looked a little flush, but he'd finished his second bowl without incident and would continue to a third, and the forbidden fourth.

	“Ryder, you should probably go for bread.”

	“And give up so easily?”

	“No, preserve your esophagus. The meal is supposed to be eaten in three bowls. You beat the challenge a bowl ago.”

	Ryder moved very slowly as he took the savior bread into his mouth and his entire expression softened from his hardcore face a little while ago. Truly an extension of pity from me, but if he was going to go the full mile tonight, I wanted him to savor his victory. Mom on the other hand, had just toppled her fifth bowl.

	“Well it seems like everyone's had their fill. Nonono Nelly, I'll take care of clean-up. You entertain our guest, Mr. Ryder here awhile longer.”

	This was a signal from Mom and it read: “Crush him now if you can, otherwise chili challenges aren’t the only thing he'll be beating tonight.

	“Geez it's really hot in here Mr. Ryder. Sorry about the chili: Mom's always over doing it a bit.”

	“That's fine, it's more of a pain if it's weak. Um, Neil why are you unbuttoning your shirt?”

	“I told you why, it's really hot and I need to cool off.”

	God this feels as weird as I was thinking it would, but it was for my dear sweet mother, so I’ll give it my all. Crossing my arms I lowered my shirt, revealing my shoulders and bra straps. Kate's lecture about sensual feminine looking body parts on men had been one of her first and most informative talks. Basically, I could use my shoulders, legs, waist, upper chest, and possibly ass.

	Ryder became noticeably more flushed, but flushed does not equate to arousal.

	“Ya'know Mr. Ryder, you may have figured it out, being a psychologist and all, but Mom's not my biological mother. She did take me in though, and taught me a lot of things.”

	“I-I'd imagine.”

	And with this, Emma was in perfect position for what Emma did best: look adorable and tumble into people. A lap this time.

	“Mista Ryder, I’m sleepy.”

	Time stopped for a brief while and Ryder's face was equal parts stunned silence and wonder at the cute creature in front of him. Until Emma gave the verdict.

	“Mista Ryder's lap is soft Onii-chan, but not as comfy as yours.”

	“Thank Providence, I was about to die in this wig and I have to talk to June about these pads.”

	I de-wiged and removed the rest of my shirt along with bra and pads. Ryder's expression went on a small roller-coster, trying to grasp the events unfolding before him. Until he came to a conclusion and leveled out.

	“I'm gonna be entirely honest, but I did not see that coming.”

	“What exactly were you expecting Mr. Ryder, psychology degree and all?”

	“I usually deal more with the sociology department nowadays, but I figured you guys were putting me though a battery of tests to prove myself worthy of your mother.”
	“Let me correct you there Doc, that was all me.”

	I made a little motion toward the sleeping Emma and the kitchen.

	“I farmed the ingredients that make that Chili what it is and took advantage of my adorable little sister's tendencies. I've also got this whole cross-dressing thing with drama club going on right now so I decided to use that to. Seems it was pretty effective.”

	“You make a convincing woman Neil and an even more frightening man, but you seriously over-prepared, it's not like I’m Moriarty or anything.”

	“But you could have been, I've meet a fair amount of people like you who were very good at hiding their abilities. I love my Mom, so I don't really spare much expense.”

	“Sounds a little paranoid, but whatever I have to do to get your guys approval. I kinda did the same thing for my older sisters.”

	“We'll have to share man-killing scheme's later, after you tell me how to brave high-school.”

	“You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself.”

	“You'd think that...”

	“I got some Social-engineering books in my satchel, I can leave some before I leave tonight.”

	“In what universe did you think you'd be leaving tonight, AFTER you braved this gauntlet.”

	“What are you implying...”

	“Hey Emma, you wanna sleep over at my house? You can braid my fake hair!”

	“Yea! Onee-sama, -chan, *yawn, big browtha...”

	Didn't think I’d be carrying her again so soon. During my depature I gave one last look at Ryder and flashed a grin.

	“Hey Mom, I’ll take Emma home tonight. She was having so much fun with our guest she got tuckered out!”

	Ryder looked at me, at first his expression was sheer terror, then bewilderment, then happiness, then terror again.

	“I'll be right down honey.”

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	Emma was dead asleep before I could even set her down on the special futon I had prepared for her. Ryder and Mom however were already making a ruckus. Maybe it's weird to be sexually frustrated in my situation, but for the first time in a long time, I realized I hadn't gotten anything thorough for at least half a week now. Was I spoiled?
	No problem for me though. I just had to avoid thinking about Succubi legs, or smooth Cancer bellies, Or both their lips.

	Fuck, this is gonna be a long night.