Episode 1: Part One: Follow the naked rabbit

“Status!” A glowing, holographic screen appears in my line of vision.

Rami (Lv.1)

Race: Succubus (Error)

Strength: 3/50

Speed: 18/50

Dexterity: 12/50

Spirit: 30/50

Mana: 12/50

Charisma: 3/50

Race Skills: Passive Charm (Lv.1), Arousal (Lv.1), Hypnosis (Lv.1), Purification (Lv.1), Liquid Manipulation (Lv.1), Abnormal Status Nullification (Lv.6), Flight (Lv.1), Tracker (Disabled), Glamour (Disabled), Gender Fluidity (Disabled), Alchemy (Disabled)

Skills: Mental Fortitude (Lv.8), Regeneration (Lv.1)

Unique Skills: Magic Mouth (Lv.1), God Tongue (Lv.1), Steel Teeth (Lv.1), Empath (Lv.1)

Conditional Skills: Growth Multiplier, Growth Potential Multiplier, Changeling (Disabled)

This is unreal. I did not expect to be spending prom night in a dark room surrounded by a bunch of girls in revealing clothing… I retract that statement. I meant to say I didn’t expect to go at all, but most of all I didn’t expect to die and be reincarnated as succubus!

At this point, whatever happened in my past life doesn’t matter, obviously I built up so much negative karma that this was inevitable. I was, of course super cool in high school, super popular, and all that; wherever I went people were like, “hey, it’s that girl who’s always there in the back”, School idol material right here. Jokes aside, reminiscing about my past life does no good for me in my present situation, so I’ll skip ahead.

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Me and my super cool self decided to go to prom, through my own volition and not my mom’s constant nagging, and on my way I met a woman.

I was about a block from the school when I came across a fairly curvy woman in an extremely revealing outfit. I was not exactly attractive by any sort of metric, I can’t say that I was ugly but I certainly didn’t stand out, and I was okay with that; this woman I’d come across was the exact opposite of myself, she was busty and toned in all the right ways, and her hair was long, shiny, and straight. I stared at her as she flitted across the sidewalk and across the street, she appeared to be looking for something.

The area I grew up in was definitely on the better side of town, we didn’t see many drug deals or hookers or anything even remotely that exciting near my building, which isn’t to say drugs and alcohol didn’t still find their way into the hands of high schoolers, it’s just not the sort of thing you would likely just stumble into. Most people dressed appropriately (and non-suspiciously) while outdoors; it was nearly summer, but the nights were still cool, she could have at least been wearing a light sweater or fleece jacket, but the woman was essentially wearing flowy pink lingerie.

I plead insanity. The next thing I did was perhaps the last and stupidest thing I’d ever done. Everyone knows you don’t go chasing the white rabbit, but Alice is an idiot and apparently so am I. I called out to her and ran across the street and BAM! Eternal sleep. The end.

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“Wakey-Wakey”

I don’t want to be alone.

“You’re not, girlfriend. Breakfast? I have bacon and eggs, or pancakes if you’re a vegetarian.”

I slowly opened my eyes to find myself sitting straight up at a table, an empty plate had been set down in front of me.

“I don’t get guests very often; actually, I get a lot of guests, but no one ever stays for breakfast! Ha, ha!” The woman laughed to herself.

I set my bleary eyes toward the woman prancing around the kitchen and nearly fell out of my seat. It was the woman from before, and she was wearing even less clothing, in fact the only thing on her was an apron. I tried to take in my surroundings, the entire place looked plastic, even the stove seemed fake and yet the pervert in front of me was tossing fully cooked pancakes onto a white plate.

She turned around, I nearly choked. Embroidered on her frilly, pink apron was the message “Kiss the chef” with an arrow pointing toward her crotch.

“Do you like my apron? I just made it. I figured it would be rude not to be dressed at the table, at least at one where I’m not the main course. Ha, ha!”

“It’s a statement.”

“Oh, yeah.”

She set the plate on the table and took a seat and stared at me.

“Well, go on.” She gestured at the food. I wasn’t particularly hungry but I also wasn’t one to turn down peer pressure, so I loaded my plate and began to eat. There strangely wasn’t any syrup or butter on the table, I was about to ask about it but the woman was smiling at me, anticipating my response, so I indulged her and stuffed a dry forkful into my mouth. Strange. I took another bite, and another, and then I tried a piece of bacon. Why?

“Well?”

“I… it’s…” I didn’t know what to say, this pervert seemed to really be interested in getting a reaction from me and I strangely didn’t want to disappoint her.

“It’s okay, I figured. It’s disappointing for both of us.” She sighed, “Okay, let’s get down to business.” She snapped her fingers and all the walls fell down and disappeared. She stood up.

They were now in a giant room, with golden columns and a plush pink carpet. Behind the pervert was a throne and behind that a floor-to-ceiling panoramic view of a floating metropolis.

“Allow me to introduce myself, you might have heard of me, I’m Aphrodite.”

“Like the Greek Aphrodite?”

“Sort of, I'm more of a remnant, but for our intents and purposes, yes! I am the Aphrodite.”

“Am I a demi-god, am I child of Aphrodite like in Percy Jackson?”

“What? No. You’re not anyone that special. I do love those books though. Ha, Ha!”

She takes a seat on her throne.

“Oh…okay.”

“Chin up, you may not be some chosen one or hero by birthright, but circumstance and destiny have intertwined and brought you before me, and that’s good enough. Don’t feel as though you’re potential role has been diminished because of how you’ve been thrust into it, you will have the potential and opportunity to grown into such a title… possibly.”

“I’m not sure I’m following. Could you be a bit more straightforward like before?”

“Like before? Ah!” She snaps and the walls of the throne room began to shift and become plastic, the floor opens up and water begins to flow in. The chair I was sitting in suddenly flips forward and then spins around making me a bit dizzy for a second. I push myself up and inspect the renovated throne room.

They were now at a Barbie Beach House complete with life size Kens carrying trays with water and massage oil. The small, plastic child's chair I had previously been sitting in was now a long pool chair with the back all the way down so that I was now lying on my bare stomach. I no longer had clothes on!

“Clothes, put them on, now please! This is embarrassing! Please!”

Aphrodite pointed at herself, “No! ME!” Oddly, there wasn't any difference in feel or temperature but it was still so sudden I couldn’t help but panic.

The Kens began to oil up Aphrodite, she sighed pleasurably as they caressed her body, oh, boy did they caress her body.

“What exactly is all this? I’m dead, right? Wait! I’m dead! I’m dead because of you! I tried to get your attention and got ran over! This was your fault, so it’s your responsibility to return me back.”

“I sense a lot of negativity; you can play the blame game however long you want but it doesn’t change the fact that once you’re dead, that’s it. I can’t do anything for you back there.”

I was a mess of emotions. I had no idea where to direct my anger, or whether I should cry. This was all too much for a high schooler. I wasn’t ready to die. I had a lot of stuff I still wanted to do, and this bimbo went and screwed all of that up.

“Hey! Goddess, got that. Bimbo is a no-no word. Here’s the 411, so, like right after all of us Olympians moved on from Earth (don’t ask) we all kind of split off to work on our own projects. Ares got dogs, Zeus and Hera got a divorce, and so on, and I went and created my own planet. I’ve got a real creative spirit, I’m not just some babe. Mmm” She sighed as Ken’s hand slipped underneath her. “So, it’s been almost 2000 or so years and I started thinking I’m ready to move on, things seemed stable enough. I take a quick ten year trip to tidy up a few loose ends and when I come back the whole situations just…ugh.” I couldn’t tell if that was her description or if it was just from being fingered, probably both.

“And I’m here because…?”

“Yes, I’m getting to that. My planet, I designed it based on the same template that was used for Earth, It has an extra moon so the gravity is a little different but it’s pretty much the same which I thought was kind of boring so I added magic from the developers menu, and then I thought, “well if there’s magic, why not magical creatures” and so I added those too. I then set the development to 1.5x speed and things were progressing well but people still weren’t happy. They still had the same dissatisfactions that the early Earthlings and even modern Earthlings experience. It was then that I had an idea, there was a race that had developed called Changelings which were spawned when a fairy and a demon f*cked. They could copy and take on the physical traits of any and every species they came into contact with. Cool, right? And I thought that’s perfect, I messed around with the DNA of a Changeling child and then gave them my blessing.”

“That sounds morally questionable”

“Oh, shut up, youhoohoOh!” She laughed which then turned into another moan. 

“She was the first succubus. I was so proud! She made so many people happy, and she had lots of children as well. So, I thought I could just leave things on autopilot for a bit, but…ughaha.” Her body trembled as she climaxed.

I didn't watch porn, I'd seen some; my brother had left his screen open and his bedroom door cracked while he went to the bathroom one day and I glanced the video playing as I was walking by. I knew of porn, I'd taken sex ed, and our parents had sort of had the talk with us, and of course I was in high school so naturally sex was a part of many conversations (that I was not a part of), and I won't lie that I was curious. So, I looked up the title of the video and watched it in full, and I even attempted to "pleasure myself" I didn't hate it but I didn't feel particularly strongly about any of it either. I just kept questioning the point of it. It all seemed so alien and more than a little off putting. 

All of the above is to say, I was extremely uncomfortable with the whole situation in front of me, I don't imagine many people wouldn't be, but I just wanted to bury my head in the chair and get on with my "life". 

"Can we move things along, maybe you could tell me why I'm here, and why I'm dead?" 

“Youth nowadays are so impatient.” She swung her legs around giving me the full Sharon Stone. The outdoor pool area turned back into a throne room. Clothes materialized around Aphrodite, gold and jewels now adorned her ears, fingers, and wrists, and a glowing crown floated above her head.

“Youth is always impatient, it’s what makes it youth.”

“Is that some line from a poem you wrote in middle school. The kind that seems profound at the time but the minute you utter it aloud, it’s pure cringe? Hmm?”

“Uh, no?” that wounded my pride… it was last week.

“Ha! Sorry, I actually feel a bit sorry for your whole situation.”

“You caused it!”

“There you go pointing fingers again. Putting blame aside, the issue currently unfolding on Pheros has to do with the evolution and standing of the succubae. It appears as though they’ve elected problematic leadership and their growth has stalled. I just want all my children to be happy and live up to their fullest potential, but that bitch just won’t die.”

“I thought gods could call up tsunamis and strike people with thunderbolts and stuff like that? Is this person really that difficult to kill?”

“Ever since Earth, a safety was put in place that stops us from meddling directly with our citizens but if an usurper were to be born naturally and rise up to brutally dismember the uppity tramp then It’s totally fine. And as it happens because Succubae are descended from fairies they reproduce through spirit births. They don’t gain a physical form until days after they’ve left the womb. It’s perfect. Outside of you being born a succubus I don’t believe I have any control. Where you end up and what you look like and any other circumstances will be completely random.”

“I understand.” By this point I was just willing to accept whatever was about to happen and move on, but “I still want to know, why me?”

“Destiny.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?!”

“It’s like when two lovers meet, you just know,” She pulled me up in the air and propelled me into her giant tits, “You know?”

I don't know! Did she just choose me at random!?! I was beginning to lose oxygen (was I even breathing to begin with?). Black bubbles began to cloud my vision.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ve got you. You’ll be fine.”

“But I’ve never fallen in love before, let alone…”

“There are many different kinds of love, I fall in love every minute of every day, and express that love in a myriad of ways. The Succubae were created as the epitome of love, my magnum opus, meant to make everyone happy. I think you’ll do nicely to get them back on the right track."

My vision was now completely overtaken, I could feel my heart slowing down.

“By the power of Aphrodite, I name you Rami, and give you my blessing. Go save my world, be my sword and cut down the false queen.” She smiled down at me warmly, “And try to find your own love along the way, ‘kay?”

With those final worlds all my sound and sight disappeared. The next time I opened my eyes I was once again assailed by a giant pair of boobs. What is this? Again?!? Thus began my life reincarnated as a succubus.