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Futanari, Transgender, Femdom, Reluctance, Transformation, Succubus, Dickgirl, Groping, Teasing, Games
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"Hi cutie, what's the hurry? Also, care to tell me why you smell like my wayward daughter?" She whispered into my ear.
"Fuck..."
"Maybe later, if you're nice. Now, are you going to answer me or am I going to have to pry the answer from you?"
"Sh..sh..she killed some dude. I thought she was nice but she's a demon." The combination of running and utter panic had me developing a slight stutter.
Still pinned to her chest with one hand she slid her other hand through the drying blood on my arm. Raising the blood to her lips she little dabbed at it with her tongue. Grimacing she spat out the blood and wiped the remainder off onto my jeans.
"I'm starting to get the picture. I'm sorry we had to meet like this. Maybe my daughter will actually pick up when I call her this time." She rummaged in her pocket before pulling out a small touchscreen smartphone.
Do succubi use cell phones?
My world view tilted on its axis and I let the tears flow. I sobbed quietly into the air as she dialed her cell phone. A garbled answer came from the phone as Lexi answered the phone with some sort of expletive.
"Wait, Alexandria don't you dare hang up..." She let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm half tempted to take you with me just to prove a point to her but I'm not that cruel. I still recall the intensity of my own mating with fondness; I can't imagine what she's going through right now." Instead of dialing the phone again she sent a simple text.
[ I have her ]
Not ten seconds later her phone was ringing.
"Yes, I have her... No, she doesn't appear to be injured but she is very distraught...We are on the corner of Fifth and Lexington... See you soon."
"I know what you think you saw but it's not what it seems. A lot of things from our side of the veil aren't. Just give her a chance to explain, that's all I ask." She released me from her one armed shackle hold and spun me around so I was facing her, her hands placed on my shoulders. I could see the family resemblance, but where Lexi was sex appeal, her mom was darker somehow, more dangerous. She looked like a dessert laced with narcotics, delicious and tempting, but ultimately hazardous for the health. I slowly gained control of myself as Lexi's mom gave me an appraising once-over. My body shook lightly as I psyched myself up for the inevitable meeting with my murderous girlfriend.
My rapey murderous girlfriend. Man, I sure chose a winner. Oh, wait. I didn't get to choose.
I had figured out that anger was a good replacement for fear and the crying stopped.
"You're a feisty one aren't you." Lexi's mom said with a lopsided grin at me.
"Fuck you. Fuck you and your daughter. Fuck her explanation and fuck the fucking things she's done to my head to make me this god damn emotional. I'm leaving. If you want to stop me you're gonna have to restrain me and I won't go quietly this time."
Her grin just grew wider and she held up her pointer finger and made a little circle with it.
"She's right behind me isn't she? Damn, that's so fucking cliche." I turned to look at the creature I still considered my girlfriend in spite of all the evidence telling me it was a bad decision. My fiery anger was doused by Lexi's tear stained visage. She was dirty with some sort of muck and she rocked uncomfortably from side to side sending little guilt elves to dance on the embers with their little feet.
"Sydney, I've done so much to screw this up but you need to know that I didn't murder that...
thing
. It sure as shit wasn't a person. Do you know what an automaton is?"
A confused look crossed my face as I nodded the affirmative.
"That 'guy' was really a homunculus... an artificially created humanoid. An organic automaton."
"I am sufficiently nerdy to know what a homunculus is." Her eyes sparked with a bit of mirth even in their blotchy state.
"They take the homunculi, implant basic survival mechanisms as well as detection protocols, and use them as mobile detection platforms for 'subhuman undesirables' as they call us."
"Who are, they? Some secret religious cult wackjobs whose sole purpose in life is to rid the world of things that don't look like them?"
"Got it in one." Arching an eyebrow, I gestured with my hand to request elaboration.
"Assuming I believe you, which is dubious at this point, why would you murder him? It hadn't done anything to us yet. I doubt he deserved to die." I watched her closely as she started to inch towards me. Planting my feet I decided not to retreat just yet.
"You're still not getting it. There was no he, no personality, no thoughts, just unblinking obedience. Also,