Forced Changes Ch. 04

"Where are your spatulas?" She pointed to a drawer across the kitchen and gave me a quick peck before trudging to the coffee machine. She hoisted up a glass as she arched an eyebrow questioningly.

"Ugghh. I'm not much of a coffee drinker. Though I do love the smell. I get even a whiff of caffeine and I get super twitchy."

"Well, I can't live without it. I thought engineers were supposed to live on coffee and... mountain dew? I don't know, can't think, not enough coffee," she said in a husky morning voice.

I poured the batter onto the hot griddle and let the pancakes brown.

"I reject your stereotyping. Also, sit your sweet ass down. I got some pancakes coming your way."

The bubbles had disappeared and the middle no longer looked wet indicating they needed to be flipped. Loading my arms with butter and syrup and powdered sugar I hustled over to the table. She slurped down dark mocha energy while I finished up with the first set of pancakes.

"Now feast your eyes on these little slices of golden brown deliciousness."

"I think pancakes are supposed to be fluffy," she said, poking them experimentally with a fork.

"They're flat pancakes and don't dig 'em until you try them. They're courtesy of my mom. Just melt some butter on, sprinkle some powdered sugar and then roll it up, slice it into pieces and consume."

I was slightly nervous about her liking it. I enjoyed cooking, but it had always been too much of a hassle to take all that time for just one person. Chewing on my bottom lip, I fidgeted with round two of pancakes, whisking the batter some more just to give my hands something to do.

Maybe I should have asked her if she wanted...

Her moans of enjoyment broke me out of my worry spiral. I looked back and smiled at her as pulled the second pancake onto her plate. I built up a healthy pile of pancakes before taking them to the table for some mutual enjoyment of sweet buttery and totally unhealthy breakfast food.

After an almost absurd amount of pancakes, like twenty, she leaned back in her seat and patted her stomach appreciatively.

"That was delicious. I think we need to work off some of those calories, though."

"Settle down, Tiger. Won't we get plenty of exercise at soccer? Besides, I want to have at least a decent showing today and if you went after me right now with that look in your eye, I'm not sure I would be able to walk, let alone run, afterward."

"What look? I don't have a look?" She said as her eyes gleamed predatorily, her hips swaying as she stalked towards me.

"No. Back, she-beast, back," I said, leveling a chair at her. She actually dropped to all fours as she prowled. Swiping at the chair she sent it spinning from my hands to clatter across the floor.

"Lexi stop. Lexi stop," I said giggling. I think my authority might have been a little harmed by it as she licked her way up my thigh.

"Lexi...ughhh... seriously no." She gave me a moment to catch my bearing as she ripped away my clothing. I caught her face in my hands.

"Lexi," I said sternly. "Look at me." She finally met my eyes and stopped her feast of my flesh. "Please."

She pouted but pulled away. I gave her a steamy kiss as a reward, our tongues dancing as I reconsidered my decisions.

"Fine. But you will reward me later," she said faux sternly.

"I'm sure we'll both enjoy it, sweetie. Now, do you have any workout clothes I could borrow?" She looked at me like I was crazy and then gestured to her fit body.

"Right. Now, as you might suspect, I don't have a lot of experience wearing bras and I don't think I want the ladies bouncing around on the field. I had a taste of that when I was... fleeing?... from you after you protected me from the homunculus, and it was not very comfortable."

"Of course. Just let me get your size," she said as she palmed my breasts. She hefted them experimentally, lifting one, then the other before jiggling them back and forth. Stifling a moan I tried to keep from shifting under her grasp.

Just keep it together Sydney. She's just trying to get a reaction. Everything is fine. Everything is...

A throaty rumble snuck past my impenetrable defenses.

Okay. Not so impenetrable. More like a narcoleptic guardsman asleep at a thigh-high fence.

"Okay. That's enough", I said as she started circling my nipples.

"Fine. I'll get you some clothing," she said smugly as she traipsed out the room giving her butt a smack just to put a cherry on top. "Although I don't know why you need clothing. Seems a shame if you ask me," she grumbled from the closet and I giggled at her childish antics.

I leaned against the wall and gently bumped my head against it a couple of times. She returned bearing a black sports bra and some under armour workout clothes. A couple of minutes later and I was fully dressed and ready for battle. She looked at me critically and shook her head.

"What?" I asked as I examined my body.

"It's just not fair. You should not be that sexy in that outfit. I'm not going to be able to pay attention to anything else while we're playing."

"I think I'll need all the help I can get going up against all you big strong ladies. Everyone will be stronger and faster than me and I haven't played soccer in seven years. If I can flash some eye candy then I'm not necessarily opposed to it. You have any nipple tape? Maybe I could play topless," I asked teasingly. She play punched me in the arm and chuckled.

"Not just girls but strapping young mates with rippling muscle and six pack abs. What do you say, want to fool around with some fresh meat tonight?"

"Ewww, gross. Cooties and all that," I said smiling. "Slightly seriously, though, still don't have any attraction towards men," I said taking her hands in mine. She laced her fingers on one hand while she pulled the other hand down to cup her crotch.

"I don't know, I can think of at least one male appendage that you don't find totally repulsive."

I laughed at her unceasing lasciviousness. "How long do we have until soccer?"

She looked at the clock over the stove, "About an hour and a half."

"Okay. Let's watch an episode or two of Chuck before heading out. How far away are the fields?"

"They're about five minutes away. We actually walked by them on the way to the nefting field yesterday."

So that's what we did. An hour and a half, or two Chuck episodes and some change, and we were standing in the fields. Well, she was standing, I was more shuffling off to the side, a piece of shy, lonely flotsam in a sea of public affection.

Don't these people have any sense of shame?

Lexi, sensing my unease, gave me a quick kiss and rubbed my back affectionately. There were about six other couples, all paired off male to female, in various states of mutual groping and or making out. The guys appearances surprised me as I had expected a bunch of meatheads with more muscles than brains, or frat guys, as they are commonly called. Only two of the men matched that description with any sort of accuracy. There was one slightly overweight guy that I suspected knew his way around some for loops. The rest were general middle aged men that wouldn't look out of place getting coffee at starbucks for their morning commute.

Why would I be stereotyping? Obviously succubi don't pick mates based on their appearance, judging from my own experience.

Shaking off my musings I continued to scan the assembled people. There were two unpaired succubi I didn't recognize hanging out with the twins. Aside from that small group, Lexi and I were the only ones not currently making out or touching each other intimately. I was a little surprised at the variety present in the succubi. There was a wide swathe of skin tones present in the group. Dark mocha, the same color as a dark coffee with a spoonful of milk in it, was the current tone of focus. Said color was attached to a six and a half foot tall amazon with short, dark brown, hair that was staring at me with uncloaked lust. My eyes met hers before skittering off to look around, only to be inevitably be drawn back to her unwavering stare.

I turned to Lexi, who was looking at the same group of singles with boredom and impatience in her posture.

"Who is she? And why does she want to eat me?" She pointed at the woman who smiled in response.

"Her?" She said pointing. I nodded. "She likes to experience new things. She can be a little aggressive about it. Don't let her intimidate you and you'll be fine." Lexi leaned in closer to speak softly into my ear."

"If you really want to put her in her place you should up the anti. Now let's be social and go say hi. As much as I would like to you won't let me lock us into the sex dungeon for a month." She punctuated her statement with a kiss on my neck before taking my hand and pulling me behind her. The lady I dubbed Mocha flashed me a little quarter grin that had a hint of teeth.

Stop being a coward, I chided myself as we approached the group. I swung to Lexi's side instead of cowering behind her like I child. Hold yourself high like the mature man... woman. Man-woman you are. I think I might have an idea...

I let go of Lexi's hand and swayed up to Mocha. I gave her a look I had seen so many times on Lexi's face. Mocha looked a little uncertain in the face of my own predatory look. She stilled as I breached her personal space and pursed my lips. Keeping my eyes locked with hers I got closer and closer; eventually, she did what I wanted as she pursed her lips and closed her eyes. Immediately I reached around behind her and gave her backside a smack. I intended to step back out having properly chastised and embarrassed her. At least, that's how it went in my mind. What ended up happening was that as soon as I went to step back her hands shot out and wrapped around me encapsulating me in her embrace. I stiffened as she leaned in close, her smoldering eyes igniting into a blaze. Now at her mercy, I started struggling in her grasp. Her eyes softened and she leaned in and gave me a peck on the nose. So caught up was I in what her face was doing that it took me a moment to realize that her hands had migrated to my ass. Not only were they on my ass but they were also inside my underwear. She gave a light squeeze before releasing her cage of muscle, giving me a cocky grin. I looked at Lexi for a little solidarity but she just shrugged and gave me a look that said, you made your bed now lie on it.

Okay. Stupid idea. Never try to embarrass a succubus.

My blush mirrored the one I saw on Samantha's face as I looked around. I went and kissed Lexi just to give myself something to do.

"Didn't work exactly how you expected it to, did it? You would have been better off with the kiss. You've messed with forces better left undisturbed. She's gonna be incorrigible now," Lexi said after she returned my kiss.

"But you told me..." I sputtered.

She mussed my hair playfully as people congregated to pick teams. Half expecting to play the role of the fat kid, I was surprised when I was picked at the start of the second rotation by a blond succubus with very modest sized breasts, henceforth dubbed Blondie.

"Hi," I said a little self-consciously.

"Hello. I saw you acting all nervous and self-conscious over there and had to get to know you better," Blondie said in greeting. "Hope you handle balls as well as you fill out the t-shirt." She smiled playfully, teasing me. Smiling in response I decided I would probably get along with her.

"I have been known to juggle a ball or two in my time. How about yourself, you seem to be more a cat tamer than a soccer player?" She let out a full belly laugh in response.

"More right than you know. I hope my partner makes it through the rounds. She's gonna love you."

A few seconds later her wish was granted as a tiny brunette bombshell was picked by Blondie. At least I hope it was her partner as the succubi she picked walked up to Blondie and shoved her tongue in Blondie's mouth. As their tongues danced a very public dance I tucked a stray lock of hair behind an ear.

I hereby dub you Twister until I know any better.

"Careful," Blondie warned. "This one's got some cheek to her." Twister gave me a once over before walking up to me. Stiffening a little as she breached my personal bubble she strode right through my resistance and encased me in a hug. Unlike Mocha's embrace, this hug was filled with motherly comfort and acceptance.

"You look like you could use some comfort. Not all of us are sex crazed maniacs." I broke out into an involuntary sob at this. In spite of all of my affection for Lexi, I was still adrift in a strange world and this strange succubus offered me a harbor. She rubbed my back shushing me like a baby. "There, there. We'll get through this. I'm Tifa by the way. I know some of the others are a little secretive about the name and I'm sure that's just exacerbating everything. We can feel a little excluding, but it's not intentional. Sometimes all someone needs is a sympathetic ear without an agenda. Now let's play some soccer, it'll help get your mind off things." She released me and I wiped away my tears, nodding in agreement.

"Have you ever played soccer before?" I nodded again.

"Position?"

"Defender. I think. It's been awhile."

"Good. Looks like we'll be playing three on three, so no goalie and we'll use the smaller nets and I'll play midfield while she'll play forward," she said while pointing at Blondie.

"Have you started giving nicknames yet?" I must have looked startled because she smiled.

"Don't be surprised. It's a common coping mechanism to deal with our societal quirks." She paused for a second. "Would you mind sharing what you picked for us?" Tifa asked.

"You were Twister and she's Blondie," I said as I started to relax as I hadn't done since it was just me and Lexi in her... our home. She laughed again and I grinned.

"Twister. Because of the tongue thing?" Smiling, I confirmed her guess with a nod.

"Blondie. I guess that's a little self-explanatory." With that, we started to stretch and warm up before getting on the field. This was the first time I was attempting to exert myself post change, excluding the mad dash away from the "not really a murder" scene. I noticed a couple of things I hadn't before. One, I didn't seem to be any slower than I was pre-change and two, my body didn't feel awkward at all trying to exert myself. In fact, I felt a little steadier on my feet. I could even do a little crossover dribble that I never could seem to master in middle school, but it came naturally to me now. Marveling at the unexpected advantage of the changes I started to juggle the soccer ball. Tifa called me over so we could distribute the teams amongst the fields and start playing.

I was a little apprehensive the first couple of minutes but I held my own against the other humans on the field. The succubi were flat out faster than me but they didn't exert their strength advantage overmuch. Tifa was right as I lost my concerns amidst churning feet and calculated angles. Everything went fine for about the first hour or so until my team was matched up against Mocha's team. She seemed to purposely hold the ball at the sideline, daring me to challenge her for it. I held back from the confrontation playing it safe. She seemed to get a little frustrated by my lack of engagement but the game went on without either team scoring. I was playing a little farther up than normal when the other team's defender cleared the ball to her teammate that was running down the sideline. I was just about in position when she sent a high floating center across the field, presumably to Mocha. Jumping to intercept the ball I cried out as a sharp impact struck me across my temple and I went tumbling. The smell of grass filled my nostrils as the horizon spun crazily.

A low rumbling filled my ears as Lexi's musk replaced the tang of grass. Turning my head to look up at her, I saw her shapely rear and tail whipping around angrily behind her. She was crouched into a combat stance and her fingers were splayed and glittered dangerously in the light, looking suspiciously like talons.

"Stay. Away. From. Her," she snarled gutturally at Mocha who was on her ass a few feet away.

"Hey you," I said up to her somewhat woozily.

Suddenly she was in my face, millimeters away, her eyes completely black and there were strange little protrusions on either side of her head right at the top of her forehead, just beyond her hairline. She examined my face intently and I gave into the temptation and gave her a quick kiss. Evidently that gave her permission because her tongue was everywhere inside my mouth with one hand on my shoulders and the other snaking into my shorts, where it wasted no time piercing my womanhood. I was too out of it to protest as she quickly had me shuddering under her desperate thrusting. I tried to reason with her as she attempted to push all my buttons at once. Her hand on my shoulder migrated to my breast as she continued curling her fingers into me. Her taste filled my mouth and my lungs were screaming before she finally let me up for air.

"Honey... I'm... okay... ugghhh... you don't have to do this," I said in between moans. "Oh my god. I can't hold back anym-ughhhh," I said as I flooded her hand with my juices, my voice rising sharply at the end. Shuddering under the phantom sensations that danced around my flesh, I gradually grew aware of the people circled around us. Some looked concerned, like Tifa and Sam, but most looked aroused. Mocha bore a strange combination of arousal, fear, and concern. My head was finally clearing as the black receded from her eyes.

"You back?" I asked as I gripped her face in my hands. She nodded.

"I think I might want you to take me away from here," I said, my voice cracking near the end. As Lexi hefted me into a princess carry, I buried my face in her shoulder. I think someone tried approaching because Lexi growled again and she swung me around. Whoever it was must have departed as the rumbles in her chest receded. I tried to reason with myself as she gently carried me away from the soccer fields.

I don't think it's her fault. She obviously wasn't in control of her actions. She was scared because I was hurt and thus acting irrationally... I think. Maybe it's an instinctual thing with succubi, as a pseudo defense mechanism to protect their mate?

The rationalizing helped me to calm down and talk with Lexi before I jumped to any sort of conclusions.

It wasn't like the act was exactly unpleasant. It was just a little wild, a little too, animalistic, for my tastes.

Before too long we were back to Lexi's apartment and she was gingerly placing me onto our bed. She backed away from me with her head downcast, her fingers clenched into white-knuckled fists in front of her.

"Why do you look like a whipped puppy?" I asked her, my voice and mind steady now, having come to terms with what happened.

"Aren't you going to yell at me?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Is there a particular reason I should?" She shifted nervously, wringing her hands.

"Let me lay it out as I see it. One, a not so normal succubus condition that you just haven't told me about yet." She nodded in confirmation. "Two, it happens when I get hurt or when you think about me getting hurt." Lexi looked confused at the second part.

"Your eyes went all creepy black in the shower when we were discussing how I wouldn't scar. And three: you need me to orgasm to snap out of it, if you go fully succu-hulk. Point one can be confirmed by you but we need further testing on points two and three." I said all of this as I wandered into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife I could find.