Disclaimer: All persons engaged in sexual activity or otherwise sexualized are over 18.
I never expected life as a prisoner could feel so very ordinary. It had been a week since the monsters first appeared, four days since I had woken up, and things had already fallen into something of a routine. Wake up, eat, socialize, undergo rigorous scientific experimentation and testing, eat again, socialize some more, then sleep.
Just in the last few days, life fell into this predictable rut. When I woke up as a succubus, I somehow expected my life to suddenly be filled with adventure and excitement. Maybe it was simply the overactive imagination of a once-dungeons and dragons nerd, but I was still waiting for that call to action that would give some sort of meaning to the strange turn my life had taken.
The creatures of fantastic myth and legend that surrounded me every day were just scared people, and somewhere deep down, I don't think any of us expected to have a fairytale ending. The expressions of our jailers were always just a bit too tight, their fingers a little too close to their triggers for comfort. We were all waiting for the hammer to drop.
Well, perhaps not all of us.
Victoria, who had pretty much attached herself to my side since she first found me, remained an unflagging source of optimism and hope in our otherwise bland surroundings. I think the girl's eternal enthusiasm was what really endeared her to me, other the admittedly amazing body and our shared history, brief though it was. She really helped me stay sane, and I was coming to deeply care about her.
The nightly mind-blowing sex didn't hurt either.
In our shared isolation from the rest of the world, one of the most popular topics of conversation had become what life outside the walls of the camp would be like. The monsters who met with family members were constantly hounded by their fellows for details about what was going on outside, and the ambiguity of their answers only drove the fervor.
Some said that the lockdown was still in effect and everything was quiet. Others insisted that each state was preparing to go to war over the status of the monsters within their borders. A deeply persistent rumor stated that monsters roamed the countryside in packs, attacking humans and chased by the authorities. And yet, more insisted that we would be released within the month and life would return to normal.
While I didn't want to sound paranoid, it was almost like our captors were trying to obfuscate the reality of the outside world to us. Maybe they were forcing visitors to tell a certain story? Or perhaps even outside, no one really knew what was going on. In either case, the camp had become an isolated bubble, and we all ate up every rumor and scrap of information just to stave off the monotony.
And yet, when the outside world finally did come crashing down on the internment camp, the truth was more outlandish than any of us could have dreamed.
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I stared into the deep blue pools of Victoria's eyes as she held me in her arms. Her face was slowly turning red and she was starting to breathe heavily from exertion. I laced my arms tighter around her neck.
"Victoria, I'm really not so sure about this..." I said as I stared into her eyes. Was she really going to make me?
She took a deep breath and nodded. "Just do it. Please, you've been waiting so long."
I started to shift against her muscled form, her generous breasts pressing enticingly against mine. I caught my lip between my teeth and look up at her through my lashes. "But couldn't we just wait until later...?"
Her face scrunched up in frustration, and with an affronted grunt, she dropped me out of her arms. With a shriek I fell towards the ground.
And fell.
And continued to fall.
I can't believe that bitch really dropped me.
The wind roared against my ears as I turned to face the rapidly approaching ground. My heart was thudding rapidly in my chest and I pushed down the vertigo that threatened to overwhelm me. Okay, I know how this is supposed to work in theory, right? Extend the wings, catch the wind, feel for thermals to glide back into the air.
Easier said than done.
My attempts to right myself in the air had just put me at an awkward angle, and as I unfurled my wings, they didn't catch the wind so much as cut through it, and soon I was rapidly accelerating towards the ground. I thought I heard a shout from above me, but I was a little preoccupied to pay attention.
Pull up, damnit, pull up!
Suddenly I felt a pressure on those unfamiliar flaps of skin that stretched between the bones of my wings, and I angled forward from my unintentional dive. I kept gradually shifting the angle of my wings as the pressure increased, and then I felt the minute change of warmer air. I was finally horizontal! I gave a powerful beat of my wings, turning the momentum of my freefall into a boost of speed that shot me across the air above the field.
I was flying. Holy shit, I was flying!
A euphoric laugh burst from my chest, and I spiraled upwards along the air currents. The clumsy weight of my ever-present wings became fine-tuned aerial instruments, and I twisted and swirled in the air as the muscles along my back powered my flight upwards as if acting on memory.
I spotted a sun-lit form above me, and I put on a boost of speed, rocketing towards the figure. Reaching her in seconds, I barreled into her hovering form, her shriek of outrage music to my ears as we both began to plummet towards the ground.
Victoria beat at my arms as she fought to free herself, but her flushed face was grinning. I pushed off of her and righted myself with a few correcting flaps. She fell for a moment longer before swooping back around to come face to face with me.
