Succubus

The neon lights of Multitudes flickered as the sultry music faded into silence. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the lavish brothel. Selena, the star of the evening, stood gracefully on her seven-inch heels, her four arms moving with practiced elegance as she bid the audience farewell. Her rehearsed smile lingered as she disappeared behind the red velvet curtains, leaving behind the pole still glistening faintly under the stage lights. Once out of sight, her demeanor shifted. The seductive allure melted away, replaced by exhaustion. She exhaled deeply, her shoulders sagging as she let the tension drain from her body. Her crimson skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, and her arrowhead tail flicked impatiently behind her. She caught her reflection in the dressing room mirror: three piercing eyes, silver hair cascading over her shoulders, and horns curving elegantly backward—a face both striking and unmistakably otherworldly. “What a show, Selena,” Shiloh drawled from the couch, swirling a glass of wine in her hand. Her leopard-spotted skin shimmered under the dim light, her feline grace accentuated by the scant bikini she wore. “Cheer up, girl. The tips are going to be juicy tonight, thanks to you.” Selena sank into the chair in front of the mirror and began removing the intricate accessories of her performance outfit. “It’s not that,” she murmured, her voice tinged with weariness. “I’ve just been… thinking lately.” Shiloh set her glass down and leaned forward, her golden eyes narrowing with concern. “About what? Is everything okay?” “I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this,” Selena admitted, her tone heavy. Shiloh laughed, a low, purring sound. “With your mutation? You could keep this up until you’re sixty. We age like fine wine, remember?” “But I don’t want to be doing this until I’m sixty,” Selena shot back, her voice sharper than intended. She softened, her gaze dropping to her hands. “I’m good at what I do, but… this isn’t what I want for my life.” Shiloh’s playful smirk faded. She stood and crossed the room, placing a hand on Selena’s shoulder. “What are you talking about? You’re the star of the most prestigious brothel in the city. What more could you want? I thought you loved this.” “I did. At first.” Selena sighed, her third eye blinking slowly as she met Shiloh’s gaze. “But I want more. A home. A partner. Maybe even children. A normal life.” Shiloh blinked, her tail twitching in surprise. “You’re serious?” “Yes,” Selena said firmly, though a flicker of doubt crossed her face. “I know it sounds simple, but it’s what I want.” Shiloh crossed her arms, her expression thoughtful. “Well, finding a man shouldn’t be too hard. You’ve got the looks, the body—though the, uh, bulge might scare off a few.” Selena rolled her eyes. “I need someone who loves me, not just my body. And let’s be honest, even in my simplest form, I’m not exactly… conventional.” “Wait,” Shiloh interrupted, her curiosity piqued. “Simplest form? What do you mean?” Selena hesitated, then closed her eyes. Her body began to shift subtly: her crimson skin softened to a lighter, more natural shade; her horns receded until they vanished; her tail dissolved into the air; and the bulge between her legs smoothed away. Even her four breasts diminished in size, becoming less pronounced. Shiloh’s eyes widened. “Whoa. Why don’t you use that more often? You look completely different!” “Because it’s exhausting,” Selena admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. “I can’t maintain it for long, especially if I’m nervous. And even like this, I still have four arms, four breasts, and a third eye. I’m still a mutant. I only use it to run errands without drawing too much attention.” Shiloh sighed and squeezed Selena’s shoulder. “Okay, I get it. But this… ability could work in your favor. Start with this form, and if the guy’s worth it, show him the full package.” “It’s not that simple,” Selena said, her voice tinged with melancholy. “Even like this, most men aren’t looking for a red-skinned, four-armed woman to start a family with.” “You’d be surprised,” Shiloh countered with a sly grin. “But let’s start small. Forget the ‘husband and kids’ talk for now. Let’s just find you a decent date.” Selena raised an eyebrow. “And how do you propose we do that?” Shiloh pulled out her phone, her claws tapping deftly on the screen. “Dating apps. Trust me, they’re crawling with mutants—and people who want to date mutants. I’ve had my share of success.” She snapped a quick photo of Selena, who instinctively posed, her cheeks flushing beneath her reddish hue. “You look great,” Shiloh assured her. “It’s kind of adorable how you’re blushing over a photo when you were just hanging upside down on a pole.” “That was a performance,” Selena muttered, her blush deepening. “What are you putting in my profile?” “That you’re a sensitive, home-loving woman with a passion for dance and fitness. Oh, and that you’re looking for something real.” Shiloh winked as she finished the profile. “Now, let’s see what’s out there.” They scrolled through profiles, laughing at some of the more absurd ones and swiping past those clearly seeking only a quick thrill. Then they found him: Adrian. Dark-haired, warm-eyed, his profile hinted at a love for strong, unique women. “Unique appearance? That’s your specialty,” Shiloh said, her tail flicking excitedly. “He’s perfect.” Selena’s heart fluttered as she studied his photo. “He does seem… nice.” After a brief exchange of messages, they arranged a date at a cozy restaurant in Port Solei. Selena’s nerves bubbled to the surface as she imagined their meeting. “What if he’s put off by the horns? Or the tail? Or… everything else?” Shiloh wrapped her in a reassuring hug. “Have a little faith in yourself. You’ve got nothing to lose by trying.” Selena nodded, though her stomach still churned with anxiety. As Shiloh left for her own performance, Selena shifted back to her natural form, her horns and tail reappearing. She glanced at Adrian’s profile one last time, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Maybe,” she whispered to herself, “this could work after all.”