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What if: A Succubus' Assistant Pt.1

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Verosika Mayday was heart-broken.

She was usually a forgiving lover for those she was close to, something unheard of when it came to succubi. But she was... unique. She believed herself unique at least. When her boyfriend- that rotting piece of shit just pushed her so many times, stabbing at her patience and then pretending to be understood- Verosika just snapped, kicked him out of the flat, took a moment to recollect her thoughts and plan a way to survive the deep hit to her heart.

It wouldn't be the first time she was thrown to the ground- she had faced rock bottom too many times to count, but never once she felt this crappy about it. Perhaps it was the commitment- Succubi do have a tendency to be quite intense when it comes to romance due to being sexual demons. If sex was standard, then romance through it and beyond was a rarity that was as sweet as damning in its core.

And where Verosika found Blitzo to be as broken of a cog as she was in this twisted system, she understood that she couldn't have hate it easy because the bastard was too rotten to the core. Now she was alone, lying on her bed while grimly pondering on what to do next. Nothing much came to mind, not for a lack of effort but rather the emotional struggle storming in her brain.

The Succubus just wanted this to be over, for her to be done with this shit and be back on track. She knew she could do it- just like she won Hell with her songs, she could beat a heart-break!

...

That's what she said before collapsing in a pool of her own tears, sobbing again and finding no strength in her body to get up from that bleak spot. She was so distracted that she didn't realize she was being subjected to a RSS or 'Random Succubus Summoning'. The RSS was an issue tied with virgin humans tried their dumbest to summon Succubi. At times that worked and they would get a rather hungry Succubus to deal with. And these times, it usually ended with the fools dead with their balls and souls drained for good.

It wasn't as common as many would expect, but it was a legitimate concern at times that required attention to prevent unplanned visits in the human world. But in her own emotional stress, Verosika didn't notice that it was happening and soon she found herself kneeling on a cold floor and... three humans holding small peckers were ambushing her.

A loud sigh came from her lips, frustrated as she was she could have easily cut the little shits up for summoning her like that, when she needed to be alone for a few hours. What she didn't expect, however, was for someone to slap the only door around open and look absolutely pissed.

"The hell are you three doing in this shed!? Get the fuck out of here!" The trio looked surprised, panicking as they saw the teen was waving what looked to be a shovel.

They all rushed out of the broken window where they possibly entered the private shed. It was a normal shed at that and... it was bloody cold. It was raining outside, her current outfit was unfit for the chilling temperature.

Yep, can't get any more miserable now.

Yet, she didn't count bad luck out just yet as the figure that had sent the little shits flying was still there and aiming at her.

"Wh-Why are you still here?"

"Because I am not with the turds," She mumbled gloomly, and soon a flashlight was aimed at her. She forgot how humans had a poor eyesight when in the dark, something she discounted due to how rare of an occurence that detail really prepared about.

The teen tensed up and then frowned. "Wh-Who and what are you?"

"Name's Verosika, I am in a bit of an emotional situation and I would prefer to be left alone," Verosika shuddered a bit, the cold irritating her immensely. "I ain't taking none of the trash here but I need to be left alone."

Right as the Succubus finished saying that that, she sneezed. A scowl formed on her lips due to the fact she was going to catch a cold. The human teen hesitated, but rather than listen to her demands, he just walked to some shelves and picked up some sheets.

"I said that I-"

"Look, demon or not, I can tell you've been crying. I don't need to be told how shitty it is to catch a cold while feeling like crap."

The response burned up in her belly, her eyes widening a fraction before she ultimately reached for the sheets. Had she been in a better state of mind, she would have rolled the boy to the ground and given him some proper 'punishment' for talking to her like that. Demon? She wasn't just a Demon!

Still, her pride was in shambles due to recents events and she presented no hesitation or issue when he offered to take her back to the house. There was no one but him. He was there, alone and during a storm. That was literal neglect from his parent's side, especially considering the late hour. Verosika had long stopped caring for that because she was accustomed to it- but a kid was still a kid. Alan, that was the name he gave her, didn't look that fazed which was... unpleasant as a sign to say the least.

"How old are you even?"

"Fifteen."

Well, shit. I thought he was older.

"So, you're fifteen, your parents are out during this hell of a storm and... you are just fine with all of this?"

"Well, I've seen worse and... I don't care much about them."

...Oh, that sounds like some juicy tale to listen to.

But nothing that she planned to hear about just yet. She was tired and, much to her relief, the boy left his room for her to use. Actually, it was more of a permission to sleep on his bed, under the warm sheets and the soft pillows. Alan's room was quite small and lacked many things teens like him would have around. Hardly anything from his childhood survived, a rock band's poster and a few books from school.

Not much when it comes to 'cool stuff' kids tended to have around nowadays and... Verosika needed a break from this sort of shit.

Just a few dreams came to lull her to unconsciousness, none going too far and turning into nightmare, just so that her brain could be soothed and thrown into the oblivion that was a slumbering silence. Verosika Mayday was perhaps tired of being alone and, this kid may have something she needed. A neutral individual to entertain and talk with. In fact, he was perfect to spill the beans regarding her pain- who would believe a little brat?

But where she was convinced that was the reason why she decided to talk more with Alan, deep down she was just glad the boy wasn't some sort of creep. Never once he tried to get too awkward with the bed she was using. And he actually left there some water and a few chocolate candies for her to eat once she woke up.

Sweet, but it was going to hardly help her with the sour taste Blitzo's betrayal left behind.

Then again, she now had a pretty boy to play with. And this one felt... interesting, to say the least.

AN

In this AU, Alan becomes someone that Verosika will come to respect... as her assistant and secretary. I will leave this to the minimum, after all the next chapters will broaden the topics some more.

Also, I know this may sound unimportant to many, but FFN added the feature where you can turn on/off the notification mails. This is normally off and has to be turned on by the profile settings and I've been told many were not aware of this. Also, this feature tends to go 'off' after 90 days of being active, so keep an eye on that too.

Lastly, since the new month started there are a few news: 1) Commissions on Questionable Questing and Furaffinity are now open; 2) There's a voting poll for everyone available on Discord to decide for the story coming after Lovely Morons since I finished that story.