Author's Note: This story occurs in the Toofyverse, but reading Toofy is absolutely, in no way, required. This is a standalone, oneshot.
Warnings: There's a bit of everything here. If a scene isn't to your liking, look for the next break.
First scene is a tiny bit forceful.
Second scene is somewhere between crossdressing, trans and gay.
Third scene is a catgirl. As if I'd write NonHuman without a catgirl.
Fourth scene is lesbian, and inexperienced.
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"Fuck off." Karnelia said without looking up from her book, her tail tipping up her ale as she sipped at it and gently turned the page.
A sack of coins landed on the table, and the human she was ignoring, who stank of lust, spoke, "Who's your owner, girl? That's a silver bell. They know you're out drinking on your own?"
The silver bell on her wrist did technically mark her out as a slave. Specifically, a slave with the permission to travel unescorted. Golden bells marked those exotics who weren't slaves.
No bell... Meant no rights.
She turned her page again, "Human, you can't afford me. So, I'll say it again. Fuck off."
A rough hand grabbed one of the horns sticking out of her head, scratching it with a fingernail and sending a bolt of lightning right through her and directly to her crotch.
Karnelia buried the moan in her throat and glared with red eyes at the man grasping at her. He sneered, "Who owns you, girl?"
"Lord Yu." She said, glaring back at him, "I'm not a whore, boy. I'm a temple companion. So unless you want the temple painting you for a crossbow bolt, take your hands off me."
He smiled slowly, "The companions. They're the whores for the lords and ladies, right? Sounds like you know how to show someone a good time. You're a succubus. Can you do the transforming trick? Become anyone we want to fuck?"
If Karnelia had been trained by Lady Efina, that might have been true. However, the temple supplied two kinds of highly trained slaves. The companions were advisers and protectors for the rich and famous.
Then there were those who only pretended to be trained for the rich and famous. Those whose profession was the elimination of the rich and famous. Assassins, born and bred. Trained from childhood to become the ultimate black widows.
Karnelia wasn't quite on Elia's level, but she had her own notoriety within the small group trained at the temple. If the asshole was determined, he would just go and pay Lord Yu, who would probably take the gold and go drown his sorrows some more.
However, these men weren't so smart.
They wanted to toy with her, think of her as a toy.
The coal black skin of her face twitched slightly into a smile. What the hell? It was the Day of the Dead, after all. May as well fuck with them, have a bit of rough fun, and then plant the lot of them in fresh graves for daring to touch her.
She tried to ignore the hand still roughly holding her horn and picked up the sack of coins and weighed it. She narrowed her red eyes, "Twenty gold pieces? The fuck do you think you are? You might be able to afford a ratgirl for that. Not a girl who can be anyone you want. Be any woman you've ever wanted to fuck. Piss off."
He shoved her into the chair, and she very nearly cooed at the rough treatment. Nearly. She was trained to hide her emotions, and hide them well. But there was nothing a succubus liked more than a little bit of rough.
The man glared at her, and considered it slowly, "How much do you normally cost, girl?"
"More than you can afford." Her eyes glittered in amusement as she knew she had his attention. "But, tonight being one of the fun night's of the year, I'll give you a discount. A hundred pieces."
"Fifty."
She turned back to her book. Her tail that had been carefully balancing her drink through the encounter lifted it back to her lips. She made sure to swallow deeply, her throat giving little bulges.
When he seemed to hesitate, he and his little gang actually maybe leaving her alone after getting her in the mood, she gave a little shiver. Her black hair turned blonde. Her impossibly dark and leathery skin became supple and pale. Her eyes resisted for a moment before blooming into a soft violet.
She turned the page of her book. Her horns looked like they were gone, but they weren't. All of this was just illusion magic, it wasn't an actual transformation. She'd also kept her tail in sight. Mostly so she could keep drinking.
"Godsdamn, dude." One of the others said, "Look at her. She's worth it. Ain't like we need to be miserly. Heck, I'll pay the difference. When was the last time you fucked a succugirl? They're wild. Right down to the core."
The leader glared at him, "Shut up. It's the principle."
"The principle ain't gonna get us laid. Hell, even a catgirl turned us down, tonight. All the exotics have got airs on, just 'cause it's dead day."
The man hesitated and then punched the one who had been speaking in the gut. Then, he opened the sack of coins on the table and counted the rest into it. "There. A hundred."
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She put her ale down, closed her book and tucked it into her sack around her waist. She picked up the coins and weighed it before putting it away. She purred and smiled at him, putting her hands around his neck, "Close enough. Want to take this somewhere more private, honey?"
She could feel the vein in his throat pulsing as his heart rate accelerated. It did seem like it had been a while since someone had come onto him like this.
She glanced at the others and back to him, "Is this a group rate? Or do you want some one-on-one first, honey?"
"Eh..." He hesitated, dumb founded by her sudden changes.
She flicked a coin towards the bar and turned, dragging him along by the front of his shirt. "Taking the attic room Isaac."
The man behind the bar grunted emotionlessly, "Just clean up after yourself, Karnelia."
As she walked she wound her thoughts together with his. Slowly worming her way through that thick skull of his, down into his lustful desires and searched for his fantasy woman.
As they stepped onto the stairs, her hair changed in a wave from blonde to red. At the next step, as she was still dragging him, freckles bloomed across her face. She always had problems with the eyes.
The woman he was in love with, or at least deeply wanted to fuck, was a green eyed beauty. It took her most of the rest of the way up to copy those cute little orbs.
She disappeared her tail from sight and wrapped it around her leg. She didn't need him attempting to play with that. That was a private thing, reserved for men she was actually interested in, instead of a bunch of local thugs.
She pulled him into the room, and spoke over her shoulder as she let go of him, "Might closing the door, honey? What should I call you?"
