Friendly Rehabilitation.

[ShadowKnux372]

She couldn't take it anymore.

It was unbearable.

It burned.

Her entire body was on fire. She ached, every muscle tense and tight. Her lungs took in breath only with tremendous effort, a pain in her chest with every inhale and exhale, a thousand little needles poking her to remind her of her state. Her mouth was dry, arid, and she thirsted. But there was no normal liquid that would sate her, she knew. There was only one solution to her predicament, but she couldn't bring herself to even consider it. This entire ordeal was torture for her.

And only days ago, she had been a man.


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A week ago. That's when the hell started. That...accursed detour. His caravan...derailed by a Goblin attack. He had to get away; he wouldn't be accosted by any of those pint-sized powerhouses, the little brutes. So he ran, trying to find some way back to a safe path, and return to civilization. Unfortunately for him, what he ran into wasn't safety, but an even worse fate.

He remembered colliding with the creature, and falling to the ground. Looking up at what he had crashed into, he was immediately accosted. He only had enough time to register the sight of one of the monsters, taking the form of a child clad in nary a scrap of clothing, before he was swallowed in darkness, as if he was suddenly deprived of his privileges towards viewing light. He screamed. He struggled. He ran. But he couldn't escape the tendrils that stuck to his body. Even as he struggled and shouted and vacated the area, the shimmering black ooze that covered him sank into his body, making his insides burn. His entire body was heavy with the sudden fire within. His mind changed as his body absorbed more...he suddenly felt thirsty...hungry...and his body made sure he knew that he thirsted and hungered for carnal delights.

But the crashing sensations that wracked him was too much for his body and mind to handle, and he collapsed, a more ephemeral darkness overtaking his eyes.

He had been changed. But it wasn't until he woke up that he would realize how changed he was...


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The initial shock had long since past, since he had awoken to find himself much frailer, smaller, and lacking a previously very crucial organ below his waist. Although he, or rather, she still mentally cursed and denied her new state, the pressing matter was of this burning within her. Her blood was pumping lava within her veins. She licked her lips, moistening them for only a moment before they dried; the only liquid her body seemed to be producing was between her thighs. It was uncomfortable enough to adjust to this new form without constantly being wet between her legs.

She pushed her way through trees; her attacker from when she was changed must have ignored her, or became disinterested, if her transformation was this quick. She was alone, just trying to find somewhere to go. Finally, in between the trunks of wood that she slowly, weakly trudged through, an abode could be seen. Simple, small, it was just a cabin in the middle of the woods. But to her, it appeared like a palace, a place that could offer her salvation. There had to be something that could calm herself down.

Pushing desperately through the foliage, she made her way to the door, and hammered her reduced-in-size fist against the wooden grain. Weakly, her voice called out, "Someone...please..." She had little strength in her legs, and nearly fell to the ground when the door opened inward, saved from hitting the ground by a pair of feminine hands, attached to someone who gave a gasp as she caught her.

"Oh, my...You poor thing..."

With that, she was pulled inside, and gently led to somewhere to sit. In this case, the soft sheets of a bed, silken and smooth. She was only able to gaze at the floor for a moment, before she could look up to see who her benefactors were. The sight made her close her eyes in a sort of tired resignation.

More of them. Two people sat on chairs pulled in from a dining area a short distance away; the house was a single room, practically, sectioned off for different specialized areas. The woman was tall and seductive in her every moment, from the blink of her crimson eyes, the the swish of her red spade-tipped tail, to the soft flap of her demonic wings. She had stumbled upon a Succubus...then thought weakly to herself that she, too, was one of them, in a sense.

The other person there was one of the creatures she would be, were it not for her current state. A man, handsome and youthful. He shared a shade of hair with his housemate, a lustrous shade of brown that seemed to gleam in the dim lighting, his reddened eyes gazing at her calmly. A gaze she could not return. She quickly had to look away; just glancing at him forced her to squirm in her seat, her legs clamping tighter each time.

The Succubus encroached closer, sitting next to her on the bed this time, and placed her hand upon the girl's shoulder gently. Too weak to recoil, she just sat there as her shoulder was rubbed by the demoness. "You...I know what you are." the Succubus said simply, coming closer to her and inhaling deeply, as if her very essence was a scent that could be smelled by the creature. "You only just transformed, didn't you? And I bet you're another one who didn't even know about the true feelings you had..."

The Succubus spoke like she knew her case, but the girl just clenched her hands a little. It couldn't be true...it just couldn't....could it? In her previous life, she'd never thought about these sort of things...certainly, that may be one reason she tried so hard to escape the wild monsters that preyed on men...she shook her head to clear her mind, which caused the Succubus to shush her with a few comforting sounds, stroking the short, pale-blue hair that had hardly changed with her body when it did. "Oh, darling, it's OK to have these feelings..." the Succubus explained, still stroking her with a soft smile. "Why, it's perfectly natural to love men. Who wouldn't, especially with men like my darling out there~" she said, giving a soft smile to her lover, which was quietly returned.

The girl opened her mouth to speak, but only managed to bring forth a cough. Her throat was too dry...she needed relief..."Oh...poor baby...you've been starving yourself since it happened, haven't you? That's not good; you'll die if you don't just relax, and embrace it." The Succubus explained. She rose and walked to her lover. "We need to do something for her, darling." she said, her arms crossed over her chest. She came closer to him, and whispered something into his ear, making him look up at her curiously.

"You sure you're OK with that?" The Succubus returned his query with a simple nod, and a soft smile. He made a simple gesture with his hand, a dismissive little wave. "Well, if you're sure, I don't have a problem with that." He said, getting up from his chair. The Succubus smiled and turned back to the girl on the bed, and this time, both husband and wife moved over to her, as the Succubus leaned in. The girl's gaze back was weak, unfocused...but confused, still aware of plotting going on.

"There, there...we'll help you get used to it...HmmHmm...~" the Succubus said with a smile.

Before the girl could react, her lips were being pressed against the Succubus's luscious, red pair. Her eyes shot open with surprise, and she raised her arms in weak protest, but they were quickly grabbed by the Succubus and kept from moving. She couldn't fight back from the kiss, and it was starting to seem like the futile efforts shouldn't be taken, anyway; the softness of the alluring woman's lips against hers was at least something that fought back against the painful pangs her body gave her. Releasing her hands, the Succubus started to use them to travel across her new, more demure form, sending shivers that refused to stop traveling through her body.

Weakness and lack of resistance gave way to her falling back upon the bed, which was when the Succubus decided to release her from the thrall of her mouth, the demoness smiling down at her softly, licking her lips just a bit. "Mmm...you must have had some tasty spirit energy when you were still a man." she said. She crawled closer on the bed, with a slight glance to the side, and a cat-like smile on her face. "And soon, you'll get your first taste of spirit energy. You'll love it; my darling has the most delicious spirit energy."

Her words got the attention of the transformed girl, who looked in the direction the Succubus had looked...and gasped, her eyes widened. The Incubus who resided there was already completely disrobed, and he was already...Oh, God, she was staring right at it...she wanted to recoil instinctively, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it...dear God, it was thick, it was long, it was practically throbbing...

The Succubus giggled a little, taking the chance she had to use the girl's shock to pull her clothes off her, removing her of the tattered clothing she had traipsed around weakly in for most of the day. The girl's resistance was paltry; she was too entranced by what she saw, her body, as seen once she was completely exposed, was achingly waiting for this sort of thing, even if her brain was slow to adjust.

"HmmHmm...Let her have a taste, darling~"

At his lover's insistence, he moved closer, and the girl was that much closer to him, and what he possessed. It was in front of her face, ready for whatever they did here on the bed she lay on. It had her entranced, even though a small part of her, growing smaller as the air grew thicker with the arousal of three inhuman creatures, told her that she should be less receptive. But it was there, in front of her, the scent assaulting her nostrils, making her gulp with anticipation akin to the desert wanderer who discovered a vast oasis at the most opportune moment.

"Go ahead~" The Succubus encouraged her. The girl gulped again, raising her head. The organ that held her attention pulsated before her sight. Tentatively, nervously, her hands extended, faltering a few times on their way. But, finally, eventually, they reached their destination, wrapping completely around it. She was holding another man's...she shifted her hands across it a few times, tentatively seeing if she was doing things "right." She got no complaint from the smiling youth of an Incubus, so she felt some manner of pride in that she wasn't terrible. She turned her gaze back to it, watching it as she pulled and pushed her grip across it. Her throat was practically screaming a subconscious command to her...she couldn't resist it any more...with her eyes closed, she flicked her tongue outward, across the surface of the head. After that test, the tongue receded back into her mouth.

She blinked in surprise afterward. Her tongue slid across her lips slowly. She felt...slightly sated. Her throat no longer burned, and there was a thick, yet pleasant aftertaste in her breath...she looked back at the Incubus's member...and quickly, hungrily returned to her present duty, her small lips wrapping around the shaft as she sucked upon it, her tongue lashing across all that it could get to, as her head bobbed up and down, her eyes closed in enjoyment and mild relief, while her hands continued to work the unsucked part of his organ.

"Oh, my, seems she's already loving the taste~"

The Succubus was quite correct. Doing what she did, the girl felt more relaxed, and certainly better than the pain she had been going through. Her mouth accepted as much of the Incubus as was possible, the feeling of his hard member inside her mouth feeling more and more natural with each bob of her head, each eager suck of his manhood, each little pleasured sigh she caused him to emit. Vigorously, she continued her work. Her body was telling her that she wanted something from his, very badly, and she was determined to get it.

After several moments of learning fellatio through experience, the girl's eyes widened. The Incubus had grunted, and her mouth was suddenly flooded. Thick, musky liquid filled her mouth to bursting. As she tried her best to contain the liquid, swallowing it rather than waste it, she let out a soft moan, not just of relief, but pleasure. Every gulp was like swallowing divine essence; a euphoria spread over her with each swallow, her throat finally easing with its pain, in record time, a beautiful feeling washing over as she took every drop down her throat, falling away and back to the bed with a blissful expression on her face.

Her gaze at the ceiling, the Succubus suddenly came into view with another cat-like smile. "See? I told you you'd like the taste~" she said with a teasing lilt in her voice. "And that was just the appetizer~" she said with a soft laugh.

The girl was about to ask, but got her answer before speaking. The Incubus, having not softened even the tiniest bit, had moved his position, and was currently spreading her legs wide for him to gain access, a similar soft smile on his face as he looked down at her. Despite the absurdity of the situation, the girl had enough of her wits about her to be embarrassed about the situation, her face reddening as she looked down at her swollen-with-desire lower lips, a very demanding part of the body to have, despite the unfamiliarity of it.

"Ah...wh..." she tried to speak, but the sight of him, ready to plunge into her, as well as the incessant demand her body told her to sate, and the memory of her previous actions, stopped her protests mid-creation. With a soft sigh, she lay back and gazed at the Succubus, who gave her a small nod. Taking a soft gulp, she gripped the sheets of the bed firmly, in preparation.

"G...Go ahead...s-sir..." she whispered, barely audible.

Of course, the gasp she let out right afterward was much, much more audible, as she felt a burning, blunt sensation rise up from her loins, followed by a feeling as if electricity had run through the entirety of her body. He wasted no time, this Incubus...with a single thrust, he had pushed himself as deep inside her newly-acquired nether lips as he could be, sending the young girl into paroxysms of new pleasure, her body wracked with a thousand sensations that she couldn't properly sort through her mind. She arched her back, gasping again and again as the sheets strained beneath her grip, pulling on the white fabric with enough force to nearly tear it from its place. "Ahhh! AhAAAhhhAhaAH!" Her voice shook and wavered as her body accepted him inside it, the feeling of his thickness inside her indescribably.

And he had yet to start moving! It was only just now that he began to pull away before thrusting back inside her, sending her body into more and more twitches, her breath catching in her throat each time her inner walls were rubbed by his shaft as he plunged inward, her chest heaving as she gasped louder and louder with each invasion of her body. She couldn't speak, she could only let out sounds of approval and want as she was violated for the first time, be it as a male or as a female. The feeling was incredible, having him shove himself into her so forcefully, seeing the expression on his face, hearing the sounds he made as her body brought him as much pleasure as he brought to her...it was exhilarating, every second of it. It was addictive, too; she just wanted to feel more of him, even deeper, even fuller...but even her body as it was just couldn't handle that much. But what she had at the moment was enough.

Beneath this barrage of feelings, it wasn't a surprise that it took very little time for her to feel another new sensation well up within her, like a wave seen coming ashore, just before it hits; and hit it did, and explosive sensation that made her scream, a scream of base pleasure and desire, her entire body seizing up, immobile to any effort to shift it, locking down on the man as he was dived down to the base inside her. Amidst her orgasmic screams came the telltale grunt of his own, and the girl's screams became even more pleasured and orgasmic, as she felt her insides flooded with the warm, thick liquid, her body seizing upon it, absorbing it into her being, in a much more attractive alternative to the dark entity that caused this transformation.

It wasn't until both sexual apexes were finished when her body finally relaxed, and he pulled out of her. She finally felt relaxed, body and mind, a blissful warmth over her entire body, as exhaustion started to take over her, and she fell asleep, a comforted smile upon her face, even as the Incubus went to his Succubus, still ready for action...


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A few weeks later, the Incubus and Succubus were sitting at home, waiting for an in-progress meal to fully cook, when there was a knock upon the door. The Succubus sauntered her way over to the door, and opened it, her surprised expression turning into a smile.

"Oh, my...Darling, it seems we have an old visitor~ Hmm? ....Oh, and she says she wants to 'thank' you for helping her out her first day~"

[Kmon13]

I liked this story shadow...

but I was wonder what would happen if you wrote an Alp story were two fiends from childhood ended up meeting on opposite sides of the battlefield...

That would make an interesting tale...