Succubus & Shapeshifter Lovers: Part One (complete)

Sitting at the bar, you watch people come and go from the mirror behind the shelves. You see lovers kiss and friends greet one another, but your mind starts to wander as the person you’re waiting for still fails to arrive. You glance at your phone and check the mirror. It’s become obvious that your date is never going to show. 

Oh well, it figures it would be too good to be true. You finish your drink, then slide off the barstool once you’ve paid. You dart off into the bathroom, clutching the first sink you come to. Looking in the mirror you scowl. You’ve gone out of your way for this date, paid for an expensive foundation to try and cover your rosacea, blown some savings at Sephora, and even followed a Youtube tutorial to get the eyeliner just right.

“Don’t cry,” you command yourself. “It’s not worth it!” You rip some paper towels from the dispenser and clutch them just in case. “It’s stupid.”

One of the bathroom stalls opens, and you freeze in embarrassment. The woman who struts out comes to the sink and washes her hands. You notice her skin is striped red and yellow, and her fingertips are stark black. “Do you mind?” She points a wet hand at the paper towel dispenser.

You hand her the paper towels in your hands, gazing at her face for a moment. Her lips are black, and so are her eyes. Her hair is curly, shaved on one side. The woman reaches out, taking the towels from your hand.

“Thanks, dear.” She smiles, showing off the sharp fangs behind her lips. “Now, what’s got you so upset?”

“Oh, you heard that? Sorry.” You look down at your feet.

“No, no, don’t apologize,” she coos. She tilts her head to the side. “Need some cheering up?”

You look back at her, seeing the slight glint in her eyes and how her tongue moves to the corner of her mouth. “I just got stood up. It’s stupid.”

“Nonsense, it’s upsetting. Judging from how nicely you’ve put yourself together, I’m guessing you were looking forward to the evening.” She lays a hand on her chest. “My name is Sylvie. Why don’t you come have a few drinks with me? Save your evening and have a good time.”

You shake your head. “I couldn’t intrude. You don’t need to worry about me. I figured I’d just go home.”

“It’s just me and an old friend. We’ve both had a rough day, so you’d have understanding ears.” Sylvie steps towards the door. “It’s your choice of course, I would just feel bad if I didn’t extend the invite.”

She leaves the bathroom, and for a moment you struggle with what to do. You could go home, watch movies, and feel sorry for yourself. Or you could follow the pretty succubus, have another drink, maybe something to eat, and see where the evening went. After all, succubi are good for relieving sexual tension, and you have enough to stun a cow.

You step out of the bathroom, peering around until you see Sylvie sitting at a booth. She’s leaned back and relaxed, a soft smile on her lips. She’s wearing a cropped button-up with a floral print on it and high-waisted skinny jeans. She looks casual yet fashionable. She’s the sort who could look easily glamorous at all times.

You slowly approach her table. Sylvie peeks up at you and her smile grows. “Come and sit with us.” She pats the seat. “Sam and I were just talking about what we wanted to order.”

You sit down beside her, glancing across at the man on the other side of the booth. At first, you don’t exactly see his face - it looks blurred and shadowy. But after a moment of looking at him, he starts to look like the lizardman from your favorite detective show. He has bright green scales and dark brown eyes, and his smile stretches wide to reveal sharp teeth and a long red tongue.

“Is that your type?” Sylvie whispers to you.

You nearly jump from your skin. “I’m sorry?”

Sylvie points. “Sam here is a shifter. He can take on any form you’d like, but he’s good at guessing a person’s type.”

You look back at Sam, who winks at you. “Am I correct?”

You press your mouth into a tight line and settle back into the seat. “Yeah. Dead-on. What gave it away?”

Sam shrugs. “I’m just that good.”

Sylvie rolls her eyes. “Don’t be smug, it’s not as cute as you think it is.” She picks up the menu and continues to look it over. “I’m not sure exactly what I’m feeling like tonight.”

Sam glances in your direction. “You were here before us. What were you having?”

“A cranberry vodka,” you admit. “Boring, I know. But I wanted to seem like I was sophisticated or something when...” You shake your head. “I usually go for something a bit more sweet.”

“How about a Naked Lady?” Sylvie suggests. 

You glance at her, and she smirks at her double entendre. “How naked is it?”

Sam grins. “We could start with a round of Slippery Nipples,” he chuckles.

“You’ve caught onto my game,” Sylvie laughs. “Now, now, we have company tonight. We should behave and suppress our horrible natures” She lays the menu down onto the table. “Besides, I was talking about appetizers.”

“Then why not go with oysters?” Sam purrs.

You snicker, then cover your mouth. “I’ve never really tried oysters.”

“I wouldn’t trust them here, anyway.” Sylvie sighs. “Sam just thinks he’s clever. Don’t you, Sam?”

“Oh, the absolute smartest.” He leans over on the table. “You know, there’s a shot called Sex with an Alligator.”

Sylvie gives him a disdainful stare. “Really?”

Sam grins. “What? She’s cute. Plus she looks like she needs a good laugh.”

Your face burns and you duck your head, hoping the foundation is good enough to cover up the blush and the rosacea. 

“Now, now, she got stood up tonight. She may not like our little game.” Sylvie turns to you with a smile. “You just tell us what’s on your menu, sweetie. Tonight, you're our date.”

Your heart rumbles with excitement. “I don’t mind,” you murmur shyly. “It’s kind of fun. I appreciate the company.”

Sylvie slips her arm around you. “We’ll take good care of you tonight. So you ask for anything and Sam and I will arrange it.” A flush of warmth travels through you from where Sylvie’s arm makes contact, relaxing you. You lean closer into her side before you realize something is up.

“What’s that?” You look at her.

Sylvie smiles and wrinkles her nose. “You’ve never hugged a succubus before?” Her fingers trail up your spine, sending sparks under your skin. “Just helping you relax, that’s all. You seemed so tense it almost looked painful.”

It does feel nice, almost like sinking into a warm bath. “Warn a girl next time.”

“Will do, sweetie.” She taps the menu again. “Now go ahead, ask for anything.”

Your heart continues to flutter, but now, you don’t feel so bad. Before you thought it was best to remain polite and refuse their offer.  “Well, I’ve heard the hot wings here are really good.”

“Then hot wings we’ll get,” Sam chuckles. 

After a waiter is waved down, you order food and drinks. Once the drinks arrive, you start to feel even more comfortable with Sam and Sylvie. Both have known each other for a long time and are in the process of getting a house together, since they hate where they live now.

“So what do you do, sweetie?” Sylvie asks. “What puts the hot wings on your table?”

You roll your eyes. “Technically, I work at a temp agency, but right now I’m at a company where my job is getting yelled at by a woman whose job it is to run around and look stressed.” You sigh. “It sucks. The whole place sucks.”

Sylvie sips her drink. “Office work is never as glamorous as they make it seem. No high-powered executive with a clean face and coiffed hair to come in and sweep you off your feet, no goofy, charming coworker who loves you from afar.”

“As if an executive would be caught dead near the workers,” Sam laughs.

“What about you two?” You ask. “Where do you both work?”

Sam smirks. “Oh boy, this old question.” He looks a tad nervous, but he smiles regardless. “I’m a cam model.” 

You furrow your brow. “A what?”

His eyes flick up to you, looking a bit as if he might laugh from embarrassment. “Only Fans? Pornhub? You know.” He tilts his head to the side. “I masturbate on camera for money.”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You don’t really know how to respond. You don’t have any issues with it, but you’ve never known anyone who does that.

Sam smiles kindly and holds his hand up. “It’s good work! People pay for me to shapeshift into something on camera and I, you know, strip, strut, stroke, whatever they pay for.” He shrugs. “It’s better than what I was doing before.”

Sylvie touches your arm, and you relax again. “Which was?”

“Getting yelled at by a woman who was paid to look stressed out.” He scratches at his cheek. “I worked a number of retail jobs. It started affecting me, and I was desperate for anything different. I tried my hand at porn on a whim, and it kind of took off for me.”

“He’s really very good. He knows what he’s doing.” Sylvie stretches her legs out under the table. “I sometimes help him out with things. Give him ideas, write him little scenarios. I even appear in the background of a few of his videos.”

“I only film me, though. I never film when I’m with partners,” Sam quickly explains. “Sylvie plays a background character, at most.”

Sylvie leans over to you with a smile. “He’s so sweet, isn’t he?”

Sam points at Sylvie with a grin. “Now it’s your turn, Sylvie. You tell her what you do for a living.”

“My pleasure,” Sylvie chuckles. “I ghostwrite mass-produced romance novels. You know the ones.” She picks up her drink and sips at it again.

Your brow pinches together. “I thought those were made by computers.”

“Might as well be. The way I bang them out, I feel like a computer.” She turns her attention across the table to Sam. “That’s why I have my little side business, and Sam here is my muse.”

“Oh stop,” he scoffs.

“Side business?”

Sylvie swirls her finger around inside her drink. “I write erotic fanfiction to keep from wanting to pull all my hair out. I really let the creative juices flow.”

You bite the tip of your tongue for a moment. “Do you have a website?”

“Do you mean her, or me?” Sam wags his finger between him and Sylvie.

For a moment, you wonder if you should really be so bold as to ask. “Well...”

“I don’t mind at all.” Sam digs into his back pocket and produces a very nice business card. “Here’s everything you need to know.”

Sylvie takes out a card of her own and adds it to Sam’s. “This goes to my business site, but you can email me and I can send you anything you want.”

“Thanks.” You anxiously take the cards and look them over. Both look really professional and nice. Their numbers and emails are perfectly displayed. It seems a bit surreal. “I’ve not really watched a cam model before. I mean, I’ve watched porn a couple of times, but..” You stop and clear your throat, feeling the heat bubble up your neck and face.

“Nothing wrong with that. But let me just say, Sam here is so much better!” Sylvie winks at him.

“It’s embarrassing to talk about,” Sam admits. “I have fun with what I do, and I’ve made good friends doing it. But sometimes I get clammed up when people ask about it. I mean, I perform for people on a daily basis, but sometimes the questions get overly personal and it makes me not want to say anything at all, even though I enjoy what I do.”

“It’s work versus you,” you say gently. “People can assume things about you because of your job, but your job isn’t quite necessarily you. Your life could be completely different from what you put on screen. You perform, which isn’t exactly you.”

Sam smiles softly and nods. “Yeah, you get it.” He leans forward on the table again. “Like, when I want to be with someone, it’s way different than when I’m on camera. I have different wants, and I also have someone with me I want to take care of, not just show off for.”

Sylvie gazes lovingly at him, folding her elegant fingers under her chin. “He’s very good at that too.”

“Sylvie,” he giggles. “You’re embarrassing me in front of the cute girl.”

There he goes again, calling you cute. You smile and duck your head. “I was really looking forward to, uh, you know, having needs met tonight. Even if it was a one-night stand.” You look at your drink, knowing that has to be what made you brazen enough to say that.

“You can always ask.” Sylvie taps the business cards still on the table. “You’ve got a couple of numbers now.”

“I couldn’t!” you blurt. “That would be...”

“We gave them to you for a reason,” Sam chuckles. “Even if all we do is have drinks again. I like you, and I think Sylvie likes you.”

Sylvie winks. “Give it a thought.”

Sam and Sylvie help you get a ride home that evening. You offer your cell phone number to them, just so they can message you with how much you owe them for the ride. You do hope they’ll message you for more than that.

At home you take a shower. When you step out, the mirror greets you with the same red, blotchy mask you always wear. You jump into bed and lay there, hoping sleep will come quickly since you have a few drinks in you. 

It doesn’t, and instead your thoughts linger on Sam and Sylvie. Both lovely, both charming, and both saved your evening from being a lonely one of watching bad movies. You pick up your charging phone and see the messages you sent to Sylvie and Sam before. You think about whether or not you should text them before you set your phone back down. 

Instead, you grab the business cards they gave you. You decide to bite the bullet, enter Sam’s link into your browser, find his free videos and click on one. In the clip he’s taken the shape of a lizardman, much like he had with you tonight. He’s posed in a chair with a desk beside him, fully dressed and wearing glasses. He appears to be working, but every so often you see him wince. You watch his thighs rub together as a bulge grows against the zipper.

Soon, he unzips his pants and his cock strains against the red underwear he’s wearing. He takes off the pants and kicks them aside. Spreading his thighs open, he pushes the underwear aside to show he has a vibrator in his ass.

Your lips part, and you wriggle a bit in your sheets. 

Sam glances behind him as someone walks by in the background. You aren’t too sure if it’s Sylvie or not, but it does look like her. Sam presses his fingers to his mouth, and with his other hand tugs down the elastic of his underwear. His cock springs out, free and heavy. It sways in the air for a moment before falling against his stomach. He rolls his hips, eyes fluttering as the vibrator inside him buzzes audibly before going silent again. His mouth hangs open while he breathes heavily. Someone walks behind him again, and you’re sure it’s Sylvie when you see her hair.

Just as Sam is taking his cock into his hand, your phone buzzes with a message, and you nearly throw it clean across the room. 

“I hope you got home safe. You don’t owe us for the ride, but I was happy to get your number. Sleep tight!” It’s from Sam.

For a moment, you wonder if he knows you were watching his video, but that’s ridiculous. You paused the video to reply to him.

“I’m home, and please let me pay you back. You paid for my drinks and food tonight. I don’t want to be a complete mooch.”

“If you’re free Sunday you could buy me coffee.”

Your heart hammers with excitement. “I can buy coffee. Cafe Mellow is my usual Sunday stop anyway.”

“Love that place! We can figure out details later. You probably want to sleep.”

“That’s fine. Talk to you later. Good night.”

“Good night.”

You switch the phone back over to the video. His hand strokes over his cock as his legs twitch. He slouches in his seat so he can spread his legs to give a better view. He reaches down, taking the vibrator so he can move it in and out of himself. His breathing becomes heavier and harder, until he has to adjust his posture as someone comes into the room again. His cock twitches as he waits for them to leave, but they’re talking on the phone in the background.

Sam strokes himself, pulling up his shirt and touching his chest. He bites down on his lip and his body convulses. Semen spills over his belly and chest, his eyes shut tight, and he throws his head back. In the background Sylvie turns to look at him, then walks away.

The video ends there.

You lay your phone aside, your entire body burning hot. Pinching your thighs together, you realized you’re melting in your panties. Biting your lip, you reach for the vibrator in your bedside drawer. You’ve never masturbated to someone you know before, but there’s a first time for everything. 

In the morning, you feel a bit groggy with a tinge of hangover. You check your phone for the time, and see a few emails as well as a message from Sylvie and another from Sam.

“Hope you slept well!” Sylvie has texted.

“Good morning,” Sam says. 

You smile at your phone, sending them each a reply. Maybe it wasn’t the one-night stand you were counting on, but this could end up a whole lot nicer.