The Succubus Student Council President Won't Leave Me Alone

	I crawled out from underneath the pile of flesh, fur, scales, and slime. For a moment everything was peaceful. Despite the disaster around me: I was okay, but it wouldn't be long until something else set upon me.

	Dodging assaults left and right I finally laid eyes on my salvation: the door. My legs moved as they had never before and I cut though the wind like a knife though butter. I was going to make it, for once I was going to escape!

“NICE TRY FAGGOT.”

	In a flash the tiger-like vixen had me pinned to the floor, I failed again.

	Honestly, you'd think the school would have fixed this issue by now, but all they could apparently do was offer health services and open up the showers after the bell rung. Nobody really knows why extra-species girls get so turned on by the final bell, I blame that one girl in 5th grade who commented “The hunt is on!” after the bell before summer break, because it just seemed to stick and spread like a plague. It's not like anyone minded the semi-daily orgies, but I loathe the social interaction it brings afterward. It's like expecting sensual cuddling and pillow talk and instead hitting the showers with the guys from gym class.

	There were a lot of students and parents who were pissed when they learned what was going on, but really, frequent sexual intercourse was just part of the culture in monster/human cities and you learn to live with it. I for one love sex, especially with monsters(not that you could find a human woman in this town), it was just that even with it being a sellers market I still get pegged as the kinda guy who likes to get pinned. I'm not a masochist, I don't like being told I'm pathetic or disgusting. However I don't really have the raw strength to be dominating either, in fact I was rather chubby in middle school. I dropped a lot weight since freshmen year, but I just kinda slimmed out instead of bulking up. So here I am, in a sexual haven, stuck in a fetish group that thinks I like things stuck up my ass. Could be worse, if I wasn't completely unsociable in groups of more then two people.  Speaking of which there's Izzy.

“Yo Nelson, did the tiger get you again?”

	Izzy was the god-send opposite of me. Built tough, handsome, and he brandished a friendly attitude that even I couldn’t spit at. I'd long since stop trying to avoid talking to him, really he was infectious as all hell.

“Yea, I didn't think she'd hunt me down on the first day, kinda reminds me of the de-viriginizing ceremony freshmen year.”

“Is that what that was?”

“No Izzy, your school virginity, not everyone can be raised next to a dairy.”

“Hey it's not my fault that the damn owner didn't think his 14 year-old daughter would go into heat early. Speaking of which, are you gonna ask that girl out or what?”

“What, Shiva the beast? She uses me like a boy-toy Izzy, and not in the 'oh, I love the way you moan and wither in my paws, I just want to keep you forever', but in the 'heh, your good enough until I find something else'. But enough about my problems, how are things going with the misses.”

“She want's me to meet her parents.”

“Well that sounds 'grave'.”

	Izzy gave that toothy-grin he was so famous for, time for some fun.

“Hey man don't act so 'cold'!”

“At least I’m not 'dead' inside.”

“Well aren't you just 'rotting'.”

	Our laughs echoed though the mostly empty halls and caused pause among the janitorial work force. They were always on edge because sometimes the staff liked to use them for seconds.

“So Izzy, who took the crown today?”

“Who do you think? Queen Succubutt herself, Lily.”

“Seriously? I thought her popularity had 'wilted'.”

	Laughs again, but for those who had meet Lily: she was no laughing matter. The daughter of the former head of our school, Lily was the white-haired Lilim student council president. She was also notoriously for causing sexual-shenanigans so long as they didn't cause the school to fall into total disarray. They say if you ever see a grin stretch over her light-purple face, it was already to late. Izzy informed me that she apparently just stared down guys today, apparently causing them to ejaculate from her gaze alone. Such a scary woman...

“Seriously though man, if you want to avoid this shit at the end of the day the best thing you can do is hook-up with someone.”

	I gave a strong sigh and repeated the explanation I’d given so many times before.

“Look, it's not like I’m denying that it'd be nice to have someone, but I’m not mentally or physically ready for something like that. Plus I really hate people and a lot of people really hate me.”

	Izzy gave me the the look, every, fucking, time with those goddamned look. Only Izzy could pull this off, the look that simply tells you “I'm disappointed”.

“Nelson, I think it's just that your not getting any love because your not giving any. Maybe if you were a bit more outgoing you'd actually get some offers, but all everyone ever see's is your grumpy face.”

“What redeeming quality do I have that would make that remotely possible.”

“You don't bullshit me, ever. and I never regret talking with you.”

“Isn't that a bad thing?”

“In a manner of speaking, I guess so, but Take a compliment man.”

“If you could throw me a 'bone'.”

	It wasn’t long until we were both laughing again. This is what I loved about Izzy, he didn't get all confounded over who's who or what's what: he'd just enjoy whatever was going on. Shame I didn't get to talk with him more, but Izzy was social and I was a hermit. Cliques were my bane and ironically, just then, Izzy's circle showed up. I said my good-byes with the prophet himself and made my leave, but before I could...

“Hey Nelson! Maybe someday you could crawl out of your hole long enough for someone to get a bead on you!”

	I clenched my fists a bit, those words sounded playful enough, but I knew where they were laced with venom. Kate the super nosy and obnoxious Lamia. I wanted to lash out at her, but Izzy had gone out of his way to give me advice and I wasn't about to spit in his face. In fact...

“Ya know it gets pretty warm down there this time of year, come down if you ever want to get your 'bead'.”

	I flashed them a smile and made my leave. I wanted to believe their laughter wasn't directed at me.


	I liked my neighborhood, I really did. Because of the co-existence initiative the forest next to our town was left largely untouched. Although one would question why it hasn't been bull-dozed yet because it was basically a rape center, but nobody really seemed to raise more then a passing objection. Sex was REALLY important to a monster-girl/human society, it meant less racial tension, more productivity, and all-together relief of frustration. So in the end I guess I have sex to thank for the fact that my neighborhood is still slightly forested. But that's not the only reason I enjoyed it.

“Big brother!”

	The 90-pound girl leaped up and managed to lock her arms around my neck. Where she gets all this strength from is beyond me. After twirling her around a couple of times I tasseled her hair and set her down.

“When did you grow into such a beautiful young girl Emma?”

	Caught off guard immediately, the small mouse girl made her face scarce and wrapped her tail around her legs.

“Gezz Nelson, don't just say that kinda stuff.”

“Why not? It's true isn't it?”

	Emma continued to beret me awhile on how to properly conduct conversation with a lady and I pretended to listen. She and her mom had moved in a little after my parents dumped me here for middle school and left to pursue their careers. They had immigrated to this country after the death of the rest of their family due to a large-scale plague, Mice had large families, these guys really melted my icy heart. In time they became like a second family to me. I'm still worried about what happens when Emma starts puberty, hell, maybe I'll just call it quits and marry her. I could never really do that though, it's kinky to say you wanna bang your sister, but it's a hell of a different thing to actually do it.

“Are you even listening?”

“I was just thinking about how were going to get married someday, but more importantly: how's mom?”

“She's great! She said her last date went really well and that we should meet him sometime. Will you be coming to dinner toni-Wait what did you just say?!”

“Nothing, sorry I can't be there for dinner, gotta go on my run.”

“Wait.”
	I stopped dead in my comedic running tracks, I could read the worry in her words.

“You...you aren't gonna lock yourself up and leave me alone again, are you?”

“Nah, I'll always be their for you.”

“Cuz I won't forgive you if you do that again!”

	My heart, oh god my heart. I truly pity the man who doesn't have a little sister to worry about him.


	I never really got lifting or those heavy work-outs the guys do at the gym, but running man, I could fucking run. It helped a lot that their was this nice forest scenery, but ultimately my goal was to  wipe away any trace of my formal disgusting fat body and maybe out-live a select few people. Yea, running was like long-term vengeance for me.

	One would expect any human going into these woods to be rape-fodder, but that was only idiots who came out here camping. Late-afternoon everyone is or has already screwed away after the daily-grind, it left this place pretty desolate.

	My normal route had me going to the deepest part of the woods and back, but since today was the first day back at school, I’d figure do something special and visit my favorite spot.  After awhile I finally arrived, the lone tree overlooking the entire town. Lots of shit goes down at this tree, literally and metaphorically. Thankfully marking it was illegal and everybody respected the rules around here, but I often wonder how many marriage promises and “Jackass hearts whore” would be carved into it bark if those rules were gone. Even disregarding all that shit, this tree was really important to me, lots of memories here for me and I honestly hope they out-live me.

	I took a seat and drank half my water, I then proceeded to drench myself with the other half. Getting into shape had it's advantages and one of them was that you could stop caring about your physical appearance. Suddenly things like skinny dipping, wearing tight clothing, and going shirtless all became possible when you lost a few pounds.

	After basking in the sun and enjoying my youth I popped out my phone, might as well listen to some music while I’m here.

“Past the age of reason...”

	It was probably silly to sing, but I was surly alone and I could screw up as badly as I wanted to without anyone screaming at me to stop.

“Mentioned his worth in gold”

	Oh shit what was that noise?

“He tried to offer his soul”

	Speak of the fucking devil, it was Lily: the Oncoming Orgy, just down the road from me.

“Flesh was all that he owed.”

	Fuck why am I still singing, this is no time to be singing! Some may view my panic as racism and I will call these people stupid. Stereotypes existed for a very good reason and one of them was that chance occurrences do not occur with beautiful monster-girls, Innawoods: where nobody can hear you scream. Plus, I was still soaked from my personal drenching earlier and nothing turns sex-crazed demons on like wet and sweaty boys.

“And what if that was his friend.”

	Fuck Fuck Fuck she's waving at me now, gotta figure out an escape plan fast.

“Strange thing to run from a friend.”

	I got it! I'll distract her and then make a break for it! They taught us in Sex Ed that if you ever wanted to escape from Monster-lovin: all you had to do was something completely unexpected and run. Now what would someone from our school not expect from me?

“How could one get so cold.”

	I raised up and waved in response, I had an idea, but I was going to have to put my singing on the line.

“All that glitters ain't gold!”

	I started dancing, something Emma had taught me awhile back when she was younger. Grasping at straws maybe, but I didn't have many options.

“Iron Pyrite, that shine so bright. An amazing sight, but all that glitters ain't gold.”

	She was stunned and I had moved only within a few feet from her now, time for the Coup de grâce.

“Iron Pyrite, takes a fool to get sold, I took you for one now take your glittering stone.”

	I kissed her, I grabbed her shoulders pulled her close, and locked lips with her. Why did I do that? Was that a part of the dance Emma had taught me? It certainly felt like it was leaning toward that!

	We both stayed there for what seemed like forever. I had closed my eyes, but I assume her's were wide open in disgust. Time to be a man for once in my god-damned life.

	I disengaged and walked right back the way I came, she didn't follow me.


	I came home around 7 o'clock, but even after all that walking, I didn't know what to do with myself. So I went over my assorted crimes.

1. I acted like a fool in front of the high-empress of our school.
2. I proceeded to lock lips and take the initiative with a Succubus.
3. I then Walked away from said Succubus without saying anything.

	Only one real question remained, I could shout out my window for this one.

“Hey Emma! That dance you taught me awhile back, whats it called?”

“It's an adapted Cancer mating dance! I don't remember the name though!”

SHIT SHIT SHIT.