Michael Collins and the Magic Coin

by Br44

Michael Collins is a lonely college student who was given a magic coin by a mysterious woman. Rubbing the head of the coin, it grants him the one wish in the deepest part of his heart. "I wish I had a girl just like out of Fallen Maidens. One who would love me and allow me to love her without any concern for appearance or money."

3. Chapter 2

Day 2

Michael was in a world of hurt. After regaining consciousness, he didn't know where he was or what was happening other than his whole body was wracked with pain. All around him was impenetrable blackness that stifled not only sight but sound as well. It was like being placed in a sensory deprivation experiment, and he was beginning to panic. But try as he might none of his limbs obeyed his commands, nor could he even see himself.

"Am I dead? Is this what purgatory looks like?" Michael thought.

He soon reasoned against that thought, mostly because of his pain and an ever growing need to take a breath. But just like his limbs he was paralyzed and couldn't even take in precious oxygen. Precious seconds passed as he slowly suffocated. When he thought he was at his last moment before death, the pain filling his body abruptly faded and he was allowed to take a breath. He felt his body pressing against a cold hard surface that felt not unlike linoleum. The blackness faded completely and left Michael coughing and gasping on a floor in a dark room. It was his own kitchen in his own apartment.

"Rise, for your body has been healed." A feminine voice said.

Michael sat up as best he could and looked up. There standing before him in the faint light streaming through the window was what he had assumed was a cosplayer before. The woman dressed as a succubus without sparing a single detail. Leathery wings, slender tail with a heart shaped tip, curled horns, pointy ears, and last but not least a pair of red eyes. Eyes that were looking straight at him and making his spine shiver.

"I've never had someone look at me like that before. What is that supposed to be?" Michael thought.

Her clothes were barely there, with traces of what had been medieval armor at some point, but serving no protective purpose anymore. She had a bodice and a belt with a sword, and bits of metal armor here and there. To top it all off her skin was glowing an alluring sheen which made all her curves provocative and eye catching. She had all the right curves in all the right places, which were shown off perfectly by her skimpy and sexy clothing. Peeking out of behind her clothes in several spots were numerous peculiar looking tattoos. She held out her slender hand towards him in an offer to help him up. Her dainty fingers looked so frail that Michael could break them like crushing an empty beer can, and they had modest but beautiful manicured nails. Michael took the hand offered, and it felt like a jolt of lightning through him as he touched her soft skin.

"Come, sit down here. You've had a frightful night." Searraigh said.

She guided him over to the only armchair in the apartment, and he sank down into it with a sigh of fatigue. Her hand lingered for a moment longer than it needed to, and he felt a sense of loss when she let his hand go. He had never held hands with a woman before.

"Michael Collins I presume?" Searraigh asked.

"Ye... yeah. That's me." Michael stammered, surprised.

"My name is Searraigh Fontaine. It's a pleasure to meet you at long last Michael sweetie ." Searraigh said.

Michael watched in bewilderment as Searraigh walked around the dark living room and moved things around seemingly at random. It was as if she was looking for something, but what it was escaped him. Half out of curiosity and half out of helpfulness he reached over and threw the switch that turned on the lamp over the desk, which illuminated the dark room.

"Ah! Thank you sweetie, I wasn't having any luck finding candles." Searraigh said happily.

...

"Candles?" Michael thought.

She came back over and stood in front of Michael in the light, and he gawked at her accessories. Her tail was swaying and her wings were twitching with life. None of it looked fake at all, and Michael was an expert eye for small details. Finally at long last the switch clicked in his brain and he made the connections.

"You're... a succubus!" Michael exclaimed.

Searraigh smiled a devilish smile.

"Finally, someone who recognizes me for what I am and not as some sort of costumed loon!" Searraigh said.

Searraigh stepped a little closer and fluttered her wings in front of Michael, then her tail gently brushed his arm. He reached out slowly and touched the wing, and Searraigh turned so he could see and touch the base where it joined seamlessly with her lower back. His hand came back and clapped over his own mouth in shock. He was so shocked that he jumped up and paced back and forth while still holding his hand on his mouth.

"NO!" Searraigh thought frantically.

In Searraigh's mind, Michael was trying to run away. It was something she had seen many times before in the past when other monster girls introduced themselves to men, and often times those men got away never to be seen again. So she reacted by instinct.

*OOF

The next thing Michael knew he was pinned against the brick walls of his apartment with Searraigh's face in his. His arm was pinned over his head and she was darkly looming over him, even though she was smaller than him. In fact it was quite hilarious how easily she overpowered such a brutishly strong guy, but then her super human strength gave her that ability. Michael instantly came to respect her dainty fragile looking hands, and the bands of steel hidden inside.

"How cruel. After everything I've done and you still won't give me a chance to speak? I won't let you flee! You're mine now!" Searraigh said harshly.

Her eyes stared at him and made his blood run cold. They paralyzed him and made him tremble, but at the same time they conveyed a different message. Her eyes were wild. Insane even. Possessive eyes that wouldn't ever let him get away in a million years.

"Ahh let me go! I wasn't going to run! Why would I?" Michael said quickly.

"All humans flee, because all humans hate and fear us." Searraigh said harshly.

The sadness and pain in her voice was all too clear to Michael.

"What the hell is going on! Who is this person? Where did a succubus come from!?" Michael thought.

Michael struggled a little but she held him impossibly tight.

"I like succubii!" Michael asserted.

Searraigh gasped.

"Truthfully?" Searraigh asked.

Michael nodded.

"I've tried summoning a succubus several times, but never had any luck. I'm thrilled you're here, not freaked out! I swear!" Michael said.

Slowly the superhuman grip on Michael weakened, and then faded away. Instead the hands moved to his shoulders and then his arms. Where once she was brutally pinning him, she was then embracing him in a gentle hug. She guided him back to the chair and gently pushed him down until he was sitting again.

"I will admit, there is one thing I am afraid of." Michael said.

"What is that sweetie?" Searraigh asked.

She formed a nervous expression as she asked that.

"I'm afraid to admit I already forgot your name." Michael said, smiling sheepishly.

"Searraigh Fontaine." Searraigh repeated.

"Shir..." Michael tried to say.

"Searraigh..." Searraigh repeated, smiling.

"Shar?" Michael queried.

"Sea..rraigh." Searraigh repeated, chuckling.

...

"Oh my... he's so adorable trying to pronounce my name!" Searraigh thought.

...

"She...rry?" Michael tried again.

...

"Sherry is fine with me sweetie." Sherry confirmed.

"Sherry Fontaine." Michael mouthed.

"Correct. Now that issue is out of the way, please take your shirt off sweetie." Sherry instructed.

Without even waiting for Michael to respond, Sherry's hands reached out to undo his shirt. He recoiled back in the chair and covered his big belly with his arms.

"Hey wait a minute. I don't want anyone to see me without my shirt... it's embarrassing! I don't have a six pack under here you know!" Michael cried.

*pop

Suddenly Sherry held her hand up in a STOP motion and a flash of crimson light came from her palm.

"Magic!" Michael thought.

Moments later Michael's equilibrium went out of whack and the whole world started spinning around him. His head slumped back as he felt dizzier and dizzier. Sherry unceremoniously removed his shirt and undid the spell, and he held his hand over his mouth to keep from hurling.

"I dislike doing that, so please do not make me do it again sweetie. If I ask you to take off your clothes, then please do it." Sherry said quietly.

Her fingers probed the area where the knife wound had been, and she cocked her head back and forth to get a good view. She reached over to the desk and redirected the lamp to provide better light. Every time she pressed her dainty fingers against him, they sank in. Michael shuddered in embarrassment over how ugly and out of shape he was, especially compared to her. Sherry wasn't a skinny rail, but she was definitely a healthy woman.

"Does it hurt here?" Sherry asked.

Michael shook his head no.

"And here?" Sherry asked again.

Michael once more shook his head no.

Seemingly satisfied, Sherry then rolled up his pant leg and did the same procedure for his busted leg. There were no signs of injury.

"It seems you are quite receptive of my magic and have healed well. It is always a good idea to check these things and ensure the job is done." Sherry explained.

"Enough enough enough!" Michael exclaimed.

"Pardon?" Sherry asked.

Michael's hands grabbed Sherry's and stopped their probing inspection of his knee. She gasped.

"Enough about me! Where did you come from? How did you get here? Why are you here? What are you doing in my house? How did you heal me? Oh damn I have a million questions!" Michael exclaimed.

"Hopefully I can provide a million answers, but this should be a good start." Sherry said, laughing.

Her hand slipped in between her breasts where she fished out a large rolled paper and handed it to Michael. He held it in his hand for a moment in surprise, and felt her warmth leaving the thick paper.

"Where were you even keeping this?" Michael asked.

"I'll let you use your imagination." Sherry replied slyly.

Michael unraveled the scroll and looked it over while Sherry went back to examining his knee. He noticed the picture of himself and marveled at the detail, before moving to the other document which was written in pitch black ink. The letters were so black that they seemed to absorb all light that touched them like little letter shaped black holes. The writing was clear and elegant.

"On this day in the forty seventh and six hundredth year of the new era, a message has been received from another dimension far from ours on the astral plane. The sender has been identified as one Michael Collins..." Michael read aloud.

Michael reread the document from the beginning to his name over and over to ensure he was reading it right.

"You must be a powerful sorcerer to have sent a message to my world all on your own." Sherry interjected.

"But I didn't send a message, and I'm not a sorcerer." Michael denied.

Sherry reached over and snatched up the picture and showed it to him. He shook his head.

"That's me, but I have no idea how you got that or why someone made a mistake..." Michael said.

"Do you have a doppelganger in this city?" Sherry asked.

"No." Michael answered reluctantly.

"Then you are the one who sent the message." Sherry insisted.

"Seriously I didn't." Michael denied.

Sherry sighed in annoyance.

"Why must you deny it? I have no intention of harming you so there is nothing to hide. Your call has been answered so you should feel joy in your accomplishment." Sherry said reassuringly.

Michael shook his head again and went back to reading the dispatch in his hand.

"Strange, he looks perturbed. Is he not happy that someone answered his plea of loneliness?" Sherry thought.

"*cough where was I? Oh yes... This man's message has revealed the existence of his dimension and has allowed us to scry it's contents. It has been discovered that an incalculable number of humans exist in this new world. The holder of this dispatch is hereby tasked with traveling to this unknown world via magic transportation. Return will be unlikely, as well as any assistance..." Michael read aloud.

Michael looked at Sherry in surprise.

"You were sent here alone... and from another dimension?" Michael asked.

"Yes. The Maoyu didn't want to risk leaving our homes vulnerable to attack by using too much energy, so I volunteered to quest alone." Sherry explained.

Michael nodded and shook his head in wonder, and went back to reading.

"... so help will have to be local. Find Michael Collins and protect him from any retribution, for the enemy surely discovered the message as we did. Accept his assistance if he is willing to provide it. Open a portal between our worlds if possible, and if not then create a foothold in their world using your magic. On account of your solitude, you are free to complete this quest as you see fit. Since you will be the first of our kind to enter this new world, it will become your domain. Henceforth, you shall be called mistress and have all privileges that brings. May my blessings serve you well. ~ Signed Maoyu Lilith." Michael finished.

Michael gently rolled the dispatch up and handed it back to Sherry. She took it and shoved it back in between her breasts where it vanished from sight. There was no sign of it from outside, and since so much of her breasts were showing Michael couldn't quite make sense of it. He couldn't figure out it wasn't peeking out somewhere.

"Why did you volunteer for a suicide mission? Are you mental?" Michael asked suddenly.

"My mistress told me that coming here could possibly end the war." Sherry said.

"And your mistress is... who? This 'Maoyu Lilith'?" Michael queried.

"No. The Maoyu is the Maoyu. My mistress is Lady Druella." Sherry said.

Michael's eyes went wide in surprise and he coughed. He understood that Sherry was a succubus, but there were many kinds of succubii written in fiction and fables. In his mind it was plausible for a succubus to exist in a world where countless cultures had made stories about them, but he expected a generic one and not one straight from the MGE. His beloved MGE. For her to say the name Druella was no different if someone wearing a federation uniform beamed down into his apartment and claimed they were from the Enterprise. His first reaction was utter disbelief.

"No way! It has to be a coincidence!" Michael thought.

Michael jumped to his feet and paced back and forth once more, his hand running through his hair and his mind reeling.

"Why is he acting so shocked? Surely nobody knows of my mistress in this world." Sherry thought, confused.

"Who is your mistress?" Michael asked again.

"I just told you!" Sherry said.

"Humor me. I want to hear it again. In fact, what is she mistress of? What is her full title?" Michael asked pointedly.

"Lady Druella. Fourth princess of the demon realm and mistress of Lescatie, as well as daughter of the Maoyu herself." Sherry clarified.

Michael went back to pacing once more. He was on the edge of hyperventilating.

"Monster Girl Encyclopedia! My god! Straight from the MGE! I read her biography! But they never called the monster lord 'Maoyu' in the 'pedia. That's different." Michael thought frantically.

Sherry watched him pace back and forth in confusion.

"What is he thinking? I must know his thoughts, for his face is shifting betwixt terror and pure joy." Sherry thought.

Sherry jumped up and began pacing immediately behind Michael as she tried to read his expressions. He turned towards the chair to ask her another question, and yelped when he saw she was gone. She tapped his shoulder and he jumped while clutching his heart.

"What has set you into such a queer mood?" Sherry asked.

"Your mistress is a succubus with white hair and wings." Michael blurted.

"YES! How did you..." Sherry tried to ask.

Michael resumed pacing back and forth across the carpet while holding his hand to his mouth in thought. Back and forth, back and forth. Finally Michael stopped dead in his tracks with one foot still in mid step. Sherry skidded to a stop behind him. Slowly, ever so carefully, he turned back and looked at her with wild eyes.

"You're here to turn this planet into a demon realm, and when you do the Maoyu will have enough strength to defeat the chief god and the order. Then she can rewrite the fundamental laws of nature and allow mamono to give birth to males." Michael concluded.

"Yes? Essentially? You know an awful lot about my world." Sherry said in amazement.

Michael slowly formed a wicked smile on his face as he thought about the possibilities. If his brain was an engine, it would have been screaming at six thousand RPM from how fast the wheels were turning. He laughed. An almost sinister laugh, but joyous at the same time. For the first time his eyes raked across her body not in curiosity but in pure perverted thoughts.

"Welcome to Earth. Kick your shoes off an make yourself comfortable. I'll be your tour guide for our amazing journey through the depraved fall of the world. Up ahead on the left we have eternal twilight and on the right we have creeping corruption." Michael said, laughing evilly.

"What is this madness? You're human but you actually WANT this land to become a demon realm?" Sherry blurted.

"Yeah, I think it would be nice. If it's a dark demon realm then the dang desert sun will cool and if it's a green one then this place will become an oasis. People will live in peace and the land will become fertile and friendly. You're welcome to stay here as long as you want and I'll help you as best I can. I'm not rich and I don't have any political powers but I'll try." Michael said.

"But how? How is it you understand and accept these things? Most humans could never be convinced to visit a demon realm, much less help CREATE one! We're talking about a place filled with the mana of monsters like me!" Sherry asked.

"Well... because I..." Michael tried to say

*Ding Dong Ding Dong... Dong Dong Ding Dong... Ding Ding Dong Dong... Dong Dong Ding Dong... Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong

Sherry twirled around in an instant as soon as the Westminster Chimes began playing from the clock sitting on top the TV. Her sword flashed out and she pointed it right at the source of the noise. She twitched nervously as she saw the second hand moving all on its own as if by magic.

"Hey!" Michael protested.

"Stay back! It's incantation bells preparing to cast a spell!" Sherry exclaimed.

She raised her sword, preparing to strike.

"I must protect him at all costs! I haven't even gotten him in bed ye... wait what is he doing!" Sherry thought frantically.

Michael rushed forward and snatched the clock off the TV before Sherry could destroy it. He clutched it protectively in his arms and held it away from Sherry as she tried to snatch it away from him.

"This was my grandmothers and I would appreciate it if you LEFT IT ALONE!" Michael shouted.

Sherry lowered her sword and sheathed it.

"I see. So your grandmother was a sorcerer as well. You hold many surprises Michael sweetie." Sherry said, smiling.

Michael put the clock down and Sherry looked at it in fascination for quite a long time. To her it looked so intricate and exquisite in its design and she formed a new appreciation for what was a in her mind a great piece of art. She didn't realize it, but she had been staring at the clock for quite a while.

"What makes those little arms move sweetie?" Sherry asked.

...

"Sweetie?" Sherry asked, turning.

Michael was nowhere to be seen. He had ran off while Sherry was looking at the clock, because it dawned on him that it was... well... dawn. Aka it was eight o'clock on Monday morning and he had classes to get to.

"Drat... where's he gone to? Trying to get him to stay in one place is like trying to get a wererabbit to remain still." Sherry thought.

She walked around the small apartment looking for him, first in the kitchen where she noticed something had changed from before. The stove was on and a blue speckled pot was sitting over the flames.

"Is that... will o wisp flames?" Sherry wondered aloud.

She sniffed the contents of the pot suspiciously, and noted they were beginning to boil.

"Strange, perhaps it's some sort of wizards brew." Sherry thought.

Suddenly a crash of things falling came from the other room followed by a muffled voice.

"FECK!" Michael cussed.

Sherry went towards the noise but only made it half way before Michael barreled around a corner and breezed past her.

"Sweetie?

Michael ignored her and ran into the kitchen where he turned off his coffee and topped it off with water. Then he turned around and barreled back towards the bedroom and past Sherry.

"Sweetie!?" Sherry asked again.

Michael was already out of earshot and in his room. He tugged on a different pair of pants and then ran past Sherry again heading towards the bathroom and his emergency 'oh shit I'm late' supplies. Supplies which consisted of breath mints and spray on deodorant.

"SWEETIE!? " Sherry asked a third time.

This time she lashed out and hooked his arm as he tried to barrel past her towards the kitchen once more. She forced him to look at her and pay attention. Her nose wrinkled at the scent of the deodorant spray.

"Sweetie, what are you doing?" Sherry asked calmly.

"I'm late! I need to get the lead out!" Michael exclaimed.

Michael managed to slip from her grip and disappear into the kitchen.

...

"Lead out? What lead? I am so confused!" Sherry exclaimed.

Sherry followed him in the kitchen where he grabbed a travel mug and poured a cup full of coffee, and much to Sherry's amazement he immediately gulped it down and filled it again.

"He's... drinking that stuff?" Sherry thought.

Michael winced.

"Shit that's HOT!" Michael hissed.

Michael careened past her and plopped his mug on his desk. Then he started tugging on his boots while talking.

"Turn the lights off when you leave a room. Don't fiddle with anything you don't understand. Don't lower the AC. Don't answer the door. Don't drink all my coffee or eat all my food. If you find porn on my computer, it isn't mine." Michael spouted off rapid fire.

Sherry immediately perked up.

"Porn?" Sherry asked excitedly.

He straightened and slung his backpack over his shoulders.

There's books on the shelf if you get bored and NES games below them." Michael added.

"What's an..." Sherry tried to ask.

Michael grabbed his keys and bolted out the door before Sherry could say a single word more. In fact she was stunned enough to stand there gaping like a fish. After several long seconds she came to her senses.

"He just... ran out the door. HE RAN OUT THE DOOR AND HE'S OUTSIDE WITHOUT ME! WAIT FOR ME SWEETIE!" Sherry thought frantically.

She bolted out the door after him but it was too late. Sherry watched in horror as the Duster roared down the street and squealed around a corner, and out of sight.

Normally Michael would have walked to school but since he was running late he had taken the Duster. The campus was only about a mile and a half away but he was there in minutes by car, where he quickly parked and ran into class. Red faced and huffing, he charged through the door to see all his fellow classmates already seated and staring straight at him. Some of them were chuckling.

"Nice of you to join us Mr. Collins." The instructor said dryly.

"I'm very sorry sir." Michael said.

Michael walked to the front of the classroom and sat down in his seat. He pulled out his notebook and pen, and prepared to take notes while the instructor brought up his slides on the projector. Michael could hear a couple voices behind him whispering as he waited for the lecture to start.

"Fatso can't even show up to school on time." A student murmured.

"I wonder how far he ran before he got all out of breath? Five feet?" Another student murmured.

"Those shitheads sound like they have the mentality of middle school dropouts." Michael thought.

So Michael sat quietly for the next hour and took his notes while the instructor prattled on and on. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get Sherry's face out of his head. He couldn't believe his luck at meeting something as strange and wonderful as a succubus. And the way she was always saying 'sweetie' really warmed his heart, because she was being kind and caring unlike most other women he had run into over the years.

"She held my hand! And hugged me! And... and... called me sweetie! She's the nicest woman I've ever met!" Michael thought, grinning.

But still he had many worries, like what to do about the night before and how to act with a stranger in his home.

"I wonder if I should tell the cops. I don't see the red headed girl around anywhere." Michael thought.

So engrossed was his thoughts that he didn't even notice when the classroom door opened, and when all the students turned and gasped. Sherry had arrived.

"Excuse me miss, but we're in the middle of class." The instructor said, annoyed.

Michael turned to look, and nearly coughed out his spleen in shock. Sherry was standing at the back of the classroom as large as life. She was still wearing her skimpy getup, and she looked like a street walker. Unlike before when Michael first saw her the previous day, she was no longer wearing the remains of her armor. Her clothes consisted of a pair of hip boots and what Michael could only describe as a leather bondage bikini with heart shaped accents. Michael saw her look right at him and smile.

"There you are sweetie." Sherry said happily.

Michael's heart hiccupped in his chest.

"She... called me sweetie again! No wait... what was I just thinking? God she's so... distracting!" Michael thought frantically.

She sashayed up the alley between the desks through the center of class, tail bobbing and wings fluttering, until she was standing right in front of Michael. All eyes were glued on her as the men went wild and the women were filled with burning jealousy. Not a single one of them, even in the slightest, could compare with her raw radiating beauty. So beautiful was she that she made the human women around her look ugly, and Michael knew deep in his heart that no human could ever look as beautiful as her. It was inhuman beauty, and she was flaunting it.

"Ssssssherry... what are you doing here?" Michael stammered.

Sherry slowly bent down at the hip and leveled her gaze with Michael's. All the guys in the class quietly muttered 'whoa' as her butt jutted out provocatively and her large breasts swayed like pendulums. She formed a sweet but devious smile on her face.

"You ran out on me sweetie, and I was worried." Sherry said innocently.

Her words were innocent enough, but her tone of voice oozed seduction. Michael felt like he was standing next to a radioactive fuel rod and her power was permeating him like radiation. As she came closer the effect grew stronger. It wasn't his imagination either, because she was actively using her magic against him. Her natural instincts told her to make sure her mate couldn't run away a second time. It could be considered a natural succubus charm mechanism to snare her mate.

"Sherry... you can't..." Michael tried to say.

Suddenly she wrapped her arms around Michael's neck and sat in his lap. Her soft rump pressed into his legs and warmed them. He felt a great warmth come over him as her magic completely overwhelmed his body and made it difficult to think.

"Please don't send me away, after all just I want to be close to you aaaalll the time . I love you!" Sherry said seductively.

"WHOA!" Everyone clamored.

Michael gasped, but Sherry's closeness choked out any words he might have formed. The instructor looked rather upset at all the shenanigans going on in his classroom, and he stepped forward nervously to confront Sherry. All while keeping his eyes glued on her tits.

"Miss what is your relation to Mr. Collins? You are being very disruptive and if you don't have a valid reason to be here..." The instructor tried to say.

"Probably a paid hooker." A student muttered.

*hehehehe

Sherry heard that, and just about everyone else in the classroom. Several people chuckled and nodded their agreements. Michael's face started to shift into a dark expression.

"Michael is my beloved husband." Sherry said loudly.

..

...

"WHAAAAAAAA?" Everyone cried.

The whole room went nuts as everyone recoiled in shock and started talking at once. Even Michael recoiled in surprise and tried to speak, but Sherry laid a slender finger on his lips and winked. Right around then several distinct voices could be heard in the clamor.

"No fucking way a woman like that married a blubber butt like him! He's a useless lump of flesh!" A student cried.

"Must have been money." Another student said.

"But he's broke! Look at that turd he drives around town or the clothes he wears! He can't even afford more than one set!" A third student claimed.

All three of those students who were speaking were female, and Sherry looked at them in disdain. Her arms wrapped tightly around Michael's head to block out the sound from entering his ears, as if to protect him. The professor meekly tried to quiet them down, but their harsh comments kept coming. Harsh, but not entirely inaccurate. Michael was not an attractive man in the slightest.

"Foolish humans. That's not how you are supposed to treat your men! Being so hateful serves no purpose and it makes me sick. I'll show you how a real woman acts!" Sherry thought angrily.

Sherry looked back towards Michael, and saw the hard pained look he had on his face. Even with her arms blocking his ears, he knew exactly what they were saying. Most other people wouldn't have noticed his pain, but she could with her natural succubus talent. To the ordinary human he looked like he was scowling but nothing more.

"Don't hurt! Please don't hurt. I'll take away your pain my love. You don't need any of them with me around." Sherry thought.

Slowly her face crept closer to his, until she pounced like a predator and locked lips with him.

*chu

The whole classroom fell utterly silent.

*Mm... hah

* slp smack pwah

*schlik chlp hnghh mhn shlurp lick

The only sound in the classroom was the sound of wet smooching noises echoing off the walls. Nobody could believe what they were seeing. Nobody could believe that such a beautiful woman could kiss what they thought was the most disgusting guy ever. In fact, some were disgusted by it if their twisted grossed out expressions were any indication. Neither Sherry or Michael paid them any mind, because in that moment all the pain went away and they entered a world of their own.

A great deal of time passed Sherry and Michael as they lost themselves in the passionate act of kissing. The sweetness of their lips pressed together was so good that neither wanted to stop. So much that the instructor was completely ignored when he meekly tried to break the couple up. At long last he dismissed the class in frustration. Everyone slowly filtered out, but not before snapping a few pictures with their phones before going. Sherry let Michael's lips go and watched them wander out, including the instructor. Only when the door was closed did she look back at Michael, and he was staring distantly at his notebook with a silly smile on his face. She leaned in closer and whispered into his ear, as if sharing a very private secret.

"You should know, I didn't just come here because the Maoyu said it would end the war. I came here for you. Something about your fairth told me it was my fate to come here and meet you, and here I am." Sherry whispered.

...

She pulled away, and gave him another warm smile.

"What are you thinking sweetie?" Sherry asked softly.

Michael let out a long sigh and slowly looked up at Sherry. His eyes were glistening and he was trembling.

"That was... my first kiss." Michael said distantly.

"I know sweetie." Sherry said.

"How?" Michael asked.

"I'm a succubus. If you had ever kissed before, even long ago, I would have tasted it. I know it sounds cruel, but I believe fate was keeping you for the day you and I were to finally meet. It is the same for me. Our paths were guided to this fateful day." Sherry explained.

Michael nodded and slowly put his supplies away in his backpack. Her statement was something he understood without needing more information. In that moment, he realized that a whole new world had truly opened for him. He didn't want to look the gift horse in the mouth too much and ruin the beautiful thing he had found. Fate had finally thrown him a bone, and he was going to run with it like a bat out of hell.

"You can't come here though. I'll get in trouble if you disrupt the class like that." Michael said reluctantly.

"It would have been kind had you told me where you were going. I knew not what this place is. It is no longer safe for you to be alone outdoors." Sherry said darkly.

"Not safe? Those people last night were an exception, not a rule." Michael said.

"It's not them I am concerned about. If I am here, do you not believe it possible that others came here too? I worry for you sweetie. Maoyu forgive me if I am ever the cause of you being attacked." Sherry said.

"So you won't go home?" Michael asked.

"I asked once before but I ask seriously now. Do you wish me to leave? Truthfully?" Sherry asked.

"...no." Michael whispered.

Sherry smiled and hugged Michael tightly, and whispered in his ear.

"Then I shall stay by your side where I belong." Sherry said.

She hummed happily as she squeezed Michael tight against her. He smiled happily, the thought of someone hugging him making his brain reel.

"What if I had said yes?" Michael asked, curious.

"I wouldn't have left no matter what you said. I dare not let you from my sight for a moment lest the worst happen." Sherry said firmly.

"Well then we are going to have to figure out a disguise so you don't attract attention. Walking around as you are will only work for a few more days." Michael said.

"Why must we remain in this place? The people here are quite unpleasant. Perhaps it would be wise to not come here." Sherry said, frowning.

"They don't bother me too much anymore. I've been hearing that stuff all my life and I've gotten used to it." Michael said dismissively.

Sherry's frown deepened tremendously.

"But why do they treat you so? I don't understand!" Sherry asked forcefully.

"It's because I'm fat and ugly. They can't understand why a pretty girl like you would go near an untouchable like me." Michael explained.

Sherry reached out and placed her palm on his face and gave him a reassuring smile.

"You are hardly untouchable. I am touching you right now!" Sherry said, chuckling.

"I didn't mean literally. *Sigh, you know what I was trying to say." Michael muttered.

"Truly not. Even when I was human we didn't treat each other like this. The order treated us badly enough without us doing it to each other. Have they no sense of right and wrong?" Sherry insisted.

"Wait... you were human?" Michael asked.

"Yes, long ago. I was a knight and hero in the order before my mistress defeated me and showed me the truth. Showed me how to be a woman. That was seven seasons ago, shortly after the fall of Lescatie. But then I suppose you have no idea who the order is." Sherry explained.

"Wait a minute, that's just like that Wilmarina chick in... fallen maidens. Oh shit." Michael thought.

The switches were starting to click in Michael's head at that moment, and he was beginning to figure out what had happened and why she was there.

...

"That coin. When did I last see it? I lost it right after I... made that wish. No that's impossible." Michael thought.

Michael's doubt swirled around in his brain and immediately rejected something as unscientific as a coin which could grant wishes.

"What's the matter sweetie? You look distraught." Sherry asked.

"Nothing... just trying to figure something out. Anyways we drifted off our original topic. We were talking about..." Michael tried to say.

"The hateful people here." Sherry interjected.

"No not that. Nothing you and I could do can change that, unless you know some sort of trick to make me skinny." Michael asked, with a tinge of hope.

Sherry made a show of putting her finger on her chin in thought.

"Hmm, I would suggest not eating." Sherry said nonchalantly.

.

..

...

"Yeah that's what I thought. Anyways we need to figure out a disguise before my next class which is in... twenty minutes." Michael said, glancing at his watch.

Sherry snagged his wrist and inspected the watch he had just glanced at.

"It has numbers on it. A time piece like the clock in your home?" Sherry asked.

"Yeah. Anyways, my class?" Michael reminded.

"I could simply render myself unseeable. Would that be adequate?" Sherry asked.

"You can do that?" Michael asked.

"Certainly! It's a simple spell and it takes but a few minutes to prepare. We should embark now and then I will activate it before your... class... whatever that may be." Sherry said, smiling.

"Don't they have schools where you're from?" Michael asked.

"Of course. Do you think us monsters savages? But schools are for little children and you are a grown man. Are you slow?" Sherry asked.

"SSSSSLOW?! HELL NO! Adults go to school too you know!" Michael bellowed.

"Oh I know sweetie, I am only teasing. You're cute when you're flustered." Sherry said, giggling.

Michael grumbled and hitched his backpack over his shoulder. He walked out the classroom with Sherry close behind. Just before they walked out Sherry placed her hand on Michael's right shoulder, and a flash of red energy was absorbed into his body.

Michael and Sherry made their way across the campus towards a row of doors clean on the other side of the property. As Michael walked across the campus, he held his gaze low towards the ground. He had a scowl on his face, as was his normal expression, and he silently padded along in his PF Fliers.

"Oh god, they're all looking. She's... practically naked and following a fat guy. This is so embarrassing." Michael thought.

Several steps behind and to his left was the clack clack clack of Sherry's heels, reminding him of her presence. Every step she took made her whole body sway side to side alluringly. Sherry's pinpoint accurate face reading skills noticed his expression, and the sound of heels on concrete quickened until she hopped in front of him with a flourish.

"Hey." Sherry said sweetly.

Michael stopped and looked at her, and she gave him a sloppy deviant smile. Her finger pushed up on her cheek as if to further amplify her own smile.

"Do this." Sherry said.

She pushed on her cheek even more, and continued smiling.

"Hmmp." Michael scoffed.

He walked around her and kept heading towards his class. She quickly turned and followed him, resuming her position to his left. Her hand reached out and took his, and their fingers twined. A group of students passed them by and every single one was staring straight at them. Michael scowled more.

"Michael, chin up. Walk tall and proud, for you need not let these hateful people bother you. They are beneath you." Sherry said in hushed tones.

"Beneath me? What is that supposed to mean?" Michael asked.

"You are better than them because you are not hateful and bitter. My opinion of you scrapes against the clouds above, so don't let these people drag you down." Sherry explained, waving her free hand.

Michael stopped dead in his tracks and straightened.

"You're right. What the frack am I doing? I'm twenty five years old and not once have I ever let anyone get me down." Michael pronounced.

"Ah! That's better!" Sherry exclaimed.

After that Michael held his head up high while Sherry clung to his arm. Whenever someone would shoot him a scornful look he would look right back at them with a smile. In his brain he was thinking to himself.

"Hey. Hey you. Yeah you. See this? This is my girlfriend. She kissed me. Yeah that's right. This hottie kissed a ugly guy like me, and she smiled after she did it." Michael thought.

Without fail every person would look away and quickly walk off. Michael felt like he was on top of the world at that moment, and nothing could tear him down. Not with Sherry hanging on his arm. His confidence level shot straight up like a saturn v rocket, and Sherry knew it. She encouraged it with a few select whispered words in his ear. Her devilish words wormed their way into his brain and laid the seeds of what would be many subtle changes to his personality. In that fashion the two of them found their way across campus and near their destination.

Once Michael and Sherry got close to the classroom, they ducked out of sight behind a building. Michael looked every which way to ensure nobody was watching.

"Alright, do your magic gig." Michael said.

"Very well. You must remember one thing. I will be invisible to all including you, but I will not leave your side. No matter what I will be nearby, understood?" Sherry asked.

Michael nodded.

Sherry held her hands out and a very deep blood red glow emanated from them. The red was so deep that you could almost say it was black. And just like that she faded from view as if she had never existed.

"Wow, that works really well. Thanks Sherry!" Michael remarked.

Suddenly he felt a touch on his neck which was undeniably the touch of warm fingers. Although he couldn't see or hear her, he could still feel her and she was reminding him that she was near. With a smile on his face Michael walked around the corner and into his classroom.

Michael once more sat down in the front row of the classroom, as was his habit. In that class he was friends with the guy next to him, and his friend spoke up as soon as he walked in.

"Hey HEY Mikey! How ya doin buddy!" The class friend exclaimed happily.

"Just fine, how 'bout you?" Michael asked.

"Doin' good doin' good! Hey man you forget your glasses today?" The class friend asked.

Michael's hand shot up to his face and felt around. His glasses were nowhere to be found. He had forgotten all about them and never noticed because everything was clearer than ever.

"Sherry... must have healed more than my wounds." Michael thought.

"I uh.. I'm wearing contacts." Michael lied.

"Cool beans! Hey it looks great! I've been hearin' crazy stuff going 'round campus about you and some knockout dame. Is there a connection I sense?" The classroom friend asked with a sly smile.

"...maybe?" Michael said nervously.

"HA! I knew it! It's about time you had some luck!" The class friend exclaimed.

Right around then the instructor cleared his throat, and the class friend looked up.

"Can I start now or do you want to keep gossiping?" The second instructor asked.

"Sorry sir." Both of them said.

So the lecture began and Michael pulled his notebook out to write notes. His attention went back and forth between the board and the book until around fifteen minutes in when the instructor was explaining an important detail. When Michael looked down again he discovered his pen had gone missing.

"Wait... did I drop it? Where'd it go?" Michael thought.

Michael shuffled his papers around looking for it but had no luck. Finally he fished around in his backpack and came up with another pen, and went to write more notes. Instead he found his spiral notebook had turned a page and had something written on it that was not in his handwriting.

Mikey is going to get laid tonight ❤

*ba bump

Michael's heart jumped in shock.

"That's it. She said it. Holy crap... what do I do?" Michael thought frantically.

Michael watched in amazement as lines formed from an invisible pen trailing spirals and other doodles across the page. Flowers and hearts took shape, twisting and trailing away from the text in the center of the page as if they were roots spreading away from the trunk of a tree.

"Succubus! Succubus... and she... and... I'm not ready for that! Oh crap! I didn't pause to think she would want my spirit energy! Crap, she called me her husband... and I know what that really means!" Michael thought.

Had Michael been able to see Sherry, he would have seen her levitating over his desk while drawing with his stolen pen. But she was invisible, and the only sign of her was an ever filling notebook. Suddenly realizing how impossible it would be to explain away, Michael reached to shut the notebook. Instead it slid across the table and out of arm reach.

"Damn it Sherry... noooo." Michael whispered.

"You say something buddy?" The classroom friend asked.

"Ah uh, nothing." Michael muttered.

The class friend nodded and went back to his notes, while Michael moved his backpack strategically to block his view of the magical self drawing notebook. With no other options but let it happen, Michael decided to play dumb and simply grab another notebook so he could finish his notes.

Shortly later the note taking portion of class was over and the instructor told his students that he would be showing a video for the rest of class.

"Oh thank goodness. They have to turn the lights out, and then nobody will see... that." Michael thought in relief.

He glanced at the notebook to his right and saw more lines forming. Sherry was hard at work doodling all over that page to amuse herself, mostly because she had become bored shortly after class started. The lights flicked out and the video started. Michael couldn't see but Sherry looked up from her drawing and looked around in confusion.

"What's this? The mage lights have been extinguished?" Sherry thought.

Michael shifted in his seat so he could better see the projector, settled back, and relaxed. Although the projector did produce light it was still too dark to see anything in that classroom, and that brought him a sense of comfort. Comfort that was driven away just as soon as he felt something touch him from behind.

"Ah... is that her boobs? No way, she's pressing her boobs in my back!" Michael thought.

He had never felt a woman's breasts before but he had a pretty good idea. Two round and soft objects with pointy hard spots in the middle. It was pretty cold in that room, but he didn't know that she was just very aroused and the cold had no effect on her. Soon after he came to that conclusion he felt two hands snake their way down his chest and under his shirt, which made him shudder in excitement. Her hands were so soft and warm that he immediately became addicted to their touch. Soft lips pressed against his neck, and her teeth teasingly nibbled and tugged gently on his skin. All along his neck she sucked and nibbled on his skin as if tasting it.

"What is she doing to me? I can't let her do this in class... but it feels soooo goooood!" Michael thought.

Slowly Michael succumbed to Sherry's devilish and teasing touch, and melted right away. Her hands explored his body and touched or massaged here and there looking for erogenous zones, each one eliciting a quiet involuntary moan. She found a lot of them too. Her tongue crawled along his skin, slowly working towards his mouth while her hand slowly crept down to his pants.

"Noo... not that! Not... here..." Michael thought.

He was utterly helpless before her mighty succubus power, and her hand snuck under his waistband. Just one of her fingers barely brushed against his privates, and his entire body shuddered in pleasure.

*flick

By the time the video ended and the lights flicked on, Michael was a shuddering and drooling mess. Snapping to his senses he straightened in his seat and tugged his shirt straight, and wiped his mouth while looking around. The hands that had been groping him retreated to his shoulders and massaged him just a single time.

"Whew... nobody saw." Michael thought.

There was one last soft touch against his cheek and then the sensual assault ended.

Class ended and Michael quickly packed up his supplies. Over on the end of the table near the wall was the doodle covered notebook with the pen laying on top. Michael picked it up and quickly hid it away in his pack so nobody would see the writing on it. Then he waited impatiently while everyone slowly filed out of the room, all while readjusting his ruffled clothes for the second time. Once he saw an opportunity he took it and rushed out of the room and rounded the corner.

"Gees, that was a close one." Michael thought.

He quickly walked away from the gaggle of students and made for the parking lot on the edge of the campus. The parking lot which usually didn't have too many people because it was a longer walk from the main buildings, but was closer to Michael's morning class. He rounded a corner and walked face first into Sherry, who immediately wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight.

"Fuuu, I thought that teacher would never cease talking. I was SOOOOO BOOOORED!" Sherry pouted.

"Sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it. I don't like that class either but I have to take it." Michael apologized.

"I really want to talk about how many lines she just crossed, but not here." Michael thought.

"As long as I am near you then I can do anything sweetie. So what are we to do next?" Sherry asked seductively.

"My next class doesn't start for another hour..." Michael tried to say.

"Noooooooooo, not ANOTHER one! Sweetie dear what are you doing to me?" Sherry cried in anguish.

"Wha?" Michael tried to say.

*Oof

Sherry shoved Michael against the wall and pinned him, where she pressed herself against him and clutched his cheeks.

"How many more of those awful classes do you have? You should know I can't render myself unseeable forever!" Sherry pouted.

"Is it that much of a drain?" Michael asked.

"Yes. I have used a lot of demonic energy already and if I use any more then I will become weak." Sherry murmured.

She looked into Michael's eyes pleadingly, for she knew that if she stood out too much then Michael wouldn't want her with him in class. But she also knew that she was burning straight through the demonic energy the Maoyu had gifted for her mission. The power usage of a spell could easily be determined by the color and density of the energy used. For a monster who uses demonic energy which ranged from red to black depending on the concentration, a black spell was a very intensive one and a red one was a weak one. A good analogy would be ink, where thin watered down ink is light and easy to see through and thick ink is dark and opaque.

"Please sweetie, think of something! I don't want to leave your side but I can't keep it up forever! Don't make me choose between you and the Maoyu!" Sherry pleaded.

"I read once that succubii would sometimes disguise themselves as humans and move to human towns. Can you make yourself look human?" Michael asked.

"I don't see why I cannot, but I don't particularly care for the idea." Sherry said, frowning slightly.

"Does he not like my body as it is?" Sherry thought.

Sherry stepped back as she thought that, a troubled look appearing on the fringes of her expression.

"But Sherry, your wings..." Michael tried to say.

"...and horns... and tail... and elf ears..." Michael thought.

"What of my wings?" Sherry asked suddenly.

Sensing what was happening, Michael reached out and took Sherry's hands and cupped them together. They were trembling as soon as he touched them, and she gasped.

"Look, I love your wings and everything else about you. But you've seen it for yourself how people treat other people who are different. I know what it's like and I don't want to see you treated that way too!" Michael explained wholeheartedly.

"What if Sherry were to end up on the news... or as a government test subject?" Michael thought.

Michael shuddered at the thought.

"He's... his eyes are full of kindness and concern. It's not as if he is lying." Sherry thought.

Sherry lunged forward and planted a quick kiss on Michael's lips.

"Very well sweetie, I will disguise myself just for you." Sherry said, smiling.

Sherry's body shimmered in a faint blood crimson light and shifted in shape, as if watching the sun setting below a mirage. When it was over there was no sign of her wings and things. She no longer looked like a succubus in any way, other than her dark and rather revealing bondage bikini.

"Well sweetie? Is this good enough?" Sherry asked.

Michael looked her over for any tell tale signs, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Her tattoo marks remained on her skin, but even her eye color was disguised. Instead of her usual red eyes she had human looking green eyes, which peered back at Michael with that same mischievous and sultry gaze.

"Green eyes and black hair... a rare combination." Michael observed.

"This closely resembles my appearance when I was human, although there are some things I refuse to give up." Sherry said.

As she said that she groped her own boobs.

"Such as my girls here." Sherry finished.

"If there ever comes a time when those gems get you in trouble then I'll lose all faith in humanity for the rest of time. Let's go." Michael said, chuckling.

"Where is our next destination sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"I thought that maybe we could pick you up some clothes." Michael suggested.

"Clothes? CLOTHES?! Sweetie... YOU'RE THE BEST!" Sherry cried.

"Wait wait, I wasn't..." Michael tried to say.

Sherry threw her arms around Michael once more and squeezed him in a superhuman hug. He groaned but bore it because escape would have been impossible. She nuzzled and smooched him repeatedly.

"Girls are girls no matter what species they are I guess." Michael thought, chuckling.

So Michael and Sherry walked the rest of the way arm in arm towards the parking lot where the Duster was parked. But once they entered the parking lot and came within sight of the Duster, Sherry started to resist a little. Each step closer and she slowly put more and more force on Michael's arm until she finally dug her heels in not ten feet away.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked.

"I wasn't concerned about these strange boxes before but now that I've found you I've had time to reflect." Sherry said worriedly.

"That's right. You don't have cars where you're from right?" Michael said.

"Correct... how did you guess that?" Sherry asked.

"I'll tell you later. This called an automobile, and there's nothing to worry about." Michael reassured.

"But... they're loud and one almost hit me." Sherry quavered.

"WHAT? When?!" Michael bellowed.

Sherry winced and shrank back a little at Michael's tone of voice.

"When I first arrived to this strange land and found myself in the middle of a road of black." Sherry recounted.

Michael's mouth gaped open and closed, and the vision of Sherry dying in a car accident flashed through his mind.

"Ssss...stay out of the center of roads for fecks sake!" Michael hissed.

"Yes, I learned as much shortly afterwards. No matter, for I am unharmed and still managed to find you." Sherry reassured.

"Well I'm glad for that at least. Damn Sherry... just damn." Michael said, shaking his head.

Michael broke free of Sherry's grip and walked over to the passenger side of the Duster. He jingled his keys and opened the door, and rolled the window down to vent some heat. Then he returned to the front of the car so he could talk to Sherry face to face.

"I told you this is an automobile, which is a generic term. Specifically this is a 1971 Plymouth Duster, and it's my pride and joy. It's like a carriage or wagon but without horses." Michael explained.

"1971 Plymouth Duster horseless carriage? What does that even mean? How can a carriage move without horses if not by magic?" Sherry asked.

"1971 is a year, Plymouth the maker, and Duster is its name. It's not magic, it's just engineering." Michael said.

He turned around and popped the latch of the hood and opened it, and showed Sherry the interior of the engine compartment.

"I say it's a horseless carriage, but in reality you are looking at the equivalent of four hundred and fifty horses all in that metal box." Michael said.

"Incredible. Four hundred and fifty!" Sherry exclaimed.

"What kind of people am I dealing with who can create a box equivalent to four hundred and fifty horses? Surely this is his magic, or Michael is a rich man to employ the services of a sorcerer!" Sherry thought.

Michael gently lead Sherry to the passenger seat, where she sat down reluctantly. Then she stiffened nervously as Michael helped her with her seatbelt.

"Why do we need restraining straps? This box feels so stifling and tight!" Sherry thought frantically.

Sherry swung her head around looking at everything inside the car, and then watched with wide eyes as Michael rounded the car and got in the driver's seat. He put the key in the ignition, but didn't turn it.

"As soon as this 440 big block fires Sherry is going to freak out. What the hell do I do? Think Mike, think!" Michael thought frantically.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Sherry asked.

"I was just thinking about where we're going. No worries." Michael reassured.

"Wait a sec, didn't the MGE say that monster girls are calmed down when their husbands hold them close? She did say I am her husband, but am I going to have that effect?" Michael pondered.

Not knowing what else to do, Michael turned the key in the ignition.

*Whir

*Whirwhir

*Whirwhirwhir BRAAAAAAAA

*EEEEEEEEP!

Sherry screamed in fright as soon as the Duster's huge 440 big block caught, and she frantically clawed at her seat belt to escape.

"AH! It's an old world MONSTER! It's going to eat me and my precious sweetie!" Sherry thought in a panic.

On both of her palms formed powerful fire and lightning magical attacks intended to vaporize the Duster and anything else that would harm her and hers. She never got the chance, because Michael had anticipated her reaction and immediately grabbed her with his arms. He squeezed her tight, as if to hold her there. Her hands began to tremble, and the magic faded from her palms as her face shifted from fear to a lopsided grin.

"He's hugging me! So close, and soooo tight. So warm and his scent is... permeating... everything. Ahhh... it's everywhere." Sherry thought, mind melting.

All the panic in her mind faded away and was replaced with simple muddy thoughts.

"His smell... it's making me so dizzy. So... hot. Hugging me... like a bear." Sherry's thoughts slurred.

Sherry's heartbeat sped up so fast that it felt like she was about to have a heart attack. Her face flushed and her mind did twirls. Michael reached up and wiped a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"Are you alright now? You calmed down?" Michael asked.

"I should be terrified right now... but I don't care at all ." Sherry said, grinning stupidly.

By then the idle of the 440 big block had settled down into a low loping growl. Michael pulled away from Sherry slowly until he was sitting on his side of the car again. Sherry weakly reached after him, but was restrained by the seatbelt.

"Nooo... don't stop . I love it when you hug me sweetie ." Sherry whimpered pleadingly.

She quickly figured out the seatbelt latch, and lunged across the car until her arms were wrapped around Michael. Right around then a switch was flipped in her head.

*click

Her expression changed, and her entire body flashed hotter.

"Male... husband... love... scent... must taste..." Sherry thought simply.

She pecked his lips, and then kissed him passionately. Her lips worked frantically against his like she was dying and needed him more than ever.

"Delicious... sweet... more... must fuck senseless..." Sherry thought impulsively.

Sherry's hand slowly crept towards Michael's belt buckle. She hooked it with a finger and loosened it expertly.

"Inside... it lies inside... my golden prize..." Sherry thought.

Sherry was aggressively kissing Michael in the cab of the Duster while tugging on his pants. Originally she had planned on becoming one with him that night, but since she had never had a man before she was very pent up. So pent up that it was driving her wild and making her attack him right away. Throwing all care or concern to the wind, she prepared to fuck him right then and there.

*Tap tap tap

A knuckle tapped on the driver window of the Duster.

"Campus security. No making out in the parking lot." A security guard said.

Michael popped free of Sherry's lips and turned, and went beet red in embarrassment. Sherry gasped and tried to reacquire his lips but he pushed her away.

"Sorry! We'll get going!" Michael cried.

The security guard turned to walk away, and Sherry formed a fireball on her right palm.

"Bastard! Son of a dog! He ruined the mood!" Sherry snarled.

"Whoa! Easy does it!" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry slumped in defeat and the fireball faded away.

"So close. I was so close to tasting his spirit. Tonight... I'll pour all my lust and frustration into him in one great blast. I just have to hold out until then!" Sherry thought.

*SMOOCH

Sherry stole one last strong kiss and sat back on her side of the car. She licked her lips and gave Michael a look of pure predatory lust.

"Tonight will be a night he will never forget. All alone in his abode with no disruptions, and I'll at long last give him a tour of all my sensitive spots. I just need to wait for the right moment." Sherry thought.

...

"I hope I can last." Sherry thought.

Michael was all out of sorts right about then, gasping for breath and trembling.

"How far... are you going to take that? For real." Michael shuddered.

"All the way. You already know my intentions sweetie. I've made them clear from the beginning." Sherry said, grinning devilishly.

Her hand snaked between her legs and she gave him an inviting look, which screamed 'come fuck me'.

...

"I'm not sure what to do." Michael wavered.

"You don't have to do a thing. Leave it all to me my love, and I promise to take care of everything." Sherry reassured.

...

Michael turned back to the steering wheel and looked forward out of the car for several long moments. He took a breath, and steeled himself.

"I... understand." Michael said.

...

"That's it? Just like that... you understand?" Sherry asked, surprised.

"Yes. Just like that." Michael said.

He glanced over and gave her a reassuring smile, which made her eyebrows shoot straight up. She settled down in the seat, and smiled back sweetly.

"Oh this is perfect! I can hold out until tonight for certain if he speaks like that. My plans never took his acceptance into account. The idea he is accepting of my love... that makes everything better!" Sherry thought.

~Minutes Later~

So Michael re buckled Sherry's seatbelt and then buckled in himself. He threw the shifter in reverse and backed the Duster out of the parking spot. Sherry looked around in wonder as it happened, and then gasped when Michael threw it in first and cruised out of the parking lot. By the time he made it to the street he was doing the speed limit of 25.

"We are moving so fast!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Just wait until we get to the freeway on ramp, then I'll show you what ma mopar can do!" Michael said excitedly.

The Duster came to a stop at the last red light before the ramp, and Michael turned to Sherry.

"Now we're about to go faster than you have probably ever gone before. I want you to look, and see how I'm controlling the car. I choose how fast and slow we go, and I'm steering. So nothing is going to happen that I don't intend, alright?" Michael said reassuringly.

"Do your worst sweetie for I am not afraid anymore. In fact I am quite enjoying myself." Sherry said, smiling.

"Sit back all the way in your seat and brace yourself." Michael warned.

The light flicked to green.

*BRAAAAAAAAAA thump BRRAAAAAAAAAA thump BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA

Michael didn't even make it to fourth gear before he was well past merging speed. The Duster roared up the on ramp and merged with the thin traffic before stabilizing at the speed limit. Sherry let out a squeal of excitement.

"How fast are we traveling?" Sherry asked.

"Seventy five miles an hour." Michael said.

"Incredible! A fast war horse at full gallop can only go around 25 miles an hour! Everything's passing in a great blur!" Sherry exclaimed.

"This thing can go a lot faster too, but I am following the legal speed limit right now. I can't afford the gas or to wear this car out too quickly." Michael explained.

Before long they found themselves taking an exit and cruising down a street before arriving at their destination. Michael parked and shut the Duster off, and yanked the parking brake handle. He gave a sideways glance towards the small shop that was his destination, and felt a sudden tinge of nervousness.

"I can't believe I'm taking my girlfriend to a thrift store for clothes." Michael thought, wincing.

Sherry noticed his wince, and brushed her hand against his thigh to get his attention.

"What's wrong all of a sudden sweetie?" Sherry asked.

Michael remained silent while he fished his wallet out of his cargo pocket.

"Sweetie please don't ignore me. I can read your face like a scroll and I know something is bothering you." Sherry insisted.

"I'm sorry." Michael murmured.

.

..

...

"Whatever for?" Sherry asked in shock.

Michael turned and fished some money out of his wallet. He quickly counted it and laid some out on his knee.

"This is how much we can spend on clothes... unless we eat bread and rice for a week then we can spend this." Michael murmured quietly.

"Is it a lot?" Sherry asked, poking a dollar bill.

"No." Michael whispered faintly.

"So you are sorry that you can't afford much clothing. Is that it?" Sherry asked.

"No... it's because... well. This is a thrift store, where people donate their old clothes they don't want anymore and people can buy them cheap." Michael explained hesitantly.

Sherry remained silent.

Michael remained silent.

Sherry continued remaining silent, while putting her hands on her lap.

"Oh god this is so awkward." Michael thought.

Michael started sweating while remaining silent.

"Sweetie... when are you getting to the part you are sorry about?" Sherry asked nicely.

"That was it. I'm sorry but you need..." Michael tried to say.

"Hush! Your continual apologies are becoming tiresome." Sherry said, annoyed.

"EH?" Michael exclaimed.

"We have the exact same shops back home, so to see humans adopting the concept is pleasing." Sherry said.

"Is that right?." Michael asked.

"Of course! Our bodies are always changing shape so we continually either grow or shrink out of our clothing. It's rather bothersome, but we have a system of stores were we can buy cute clothing that fits right and trade in our old things. I suppose from a human perspective it could be considered low class, but I don't mind." Sherry said.

"Oh, that's a relief. I didn't want you to think I was being cheap or something." Michael said.

"Hardly. I am not high maintenance sweetie, I just appreciate your gift for what it is. You are buying me something, therefore it is a precious gift and I love it. Okay ?" Sherry said sweetly.

...

"Best. Girlfriend. Ever!" Michael thought.

Michael and Sherry got out of the car and walked inside the store. Once inside Sherry immediately bolted straight at the clothing racks and gawked at all the new types of clothing she had never seen before. Michael straightened his shirt and paused before following her to read the sign at the end of the racks.

"Monday only... 75% off all clothing? Wow talk about good timing." Michael said, grinning.

Suddenly an old lady spoke up as if answering Michael's observation.

"Yep we're having 75% off because three other stores in the area closed and dumped all their stock on us. I sorted through every little thing and let me tell you... there's some good stuff in there." The old employee said.

"I hope so, because we need it." Michael said.

The old lady glanced over at Sherry, who coincidentally was the only other person in the store besides a couple folks in the books section. Past the clothing shelves the old lady could only see her from the neck up.

"Your girlfriend?" The old employee deduced.

Michael nodded.

"Let me tell you a secret sonny. Tell your girl to look for the clothes with red price stickers. I marked them special because they're higher quality designer stuff. That used to be my business back before my hands got all shaky, but I know my clothes." The old employee said.

"Don't they cost more?" Michael asked.

"Nah! It's all the same price. Just check the signs on the end of the aisles for the price, and take 75% off." The old employee instructed.

Michael thanked the nice old lady and started walking towards Sherry to tell her the good news. By the time he caught up with her she had already pulled out several red tagged items and neatly piled them on top the rack.

"Hey the red tag items..." Michael tried to say.

"Are higher quality. Yes I overheard sweetie." Sherry said, distracted.

"Wow, your ears are something else!" Michael chuckled.

"All the better to hear your sweet voice with." Sherry said.

Sherry glanced over at Michael as he adjusted his shirt again, and she smiled.

"This all looks like woman's clothes. Are there any men's clothes? You could use some I think, considering the shape of what you're wearing." Sherry observed.

Her finger poked his shirt and pointed out a tiny hole.

"Oh the men's section is over there near the back. They had someone donate a ton of brand new clothes which were my size, and I grabbed several pairs. That's why everyone thinks I wear the same thing all the time." Michael explained, pointing.

"Maybe you should go over there and get some more." Sherry said, grinning.

"I'd better not. The money should go to your clothes, and in fact I should double check what you have so far." Michael said.

He strolled to the end of the aisle, read the sign, and came back to check the pile.

"You're good. In fact you still have a bunch of headroom so have at it." Michael reassured.

"I am finding many cute things, but I don't know if they fit or not." Sherry said, concerned.

"The dressing room is over there. I'll go grab a cart while you pick out a couple more things." Michael said.

So Michael got a cart and they wheeled all the selected items over to the dressing room. Sherry had picked out everything under the sun ranging from tops, bottoms, dresses, shoes, skirts, and everything in between. There were even a few new items mixed in, but the majority were used. Maybe not what would be considered in style, but every single one were designed to accentuate the female body in some way. She was very particular about that feature. Sherry grabbed an armful and disappeared into the dressing room.

"I suppose I'll just go browse the electronics... WAA!" Michael cried.

Sherry had reached out and grabbed his shoulder, and tugged him in the dressing room with her.

"And where is it you think you are going? I can't pick anything without your help sweetie!" Sherry said firmly.

*thud

Michael found himself sitting on the bench inside the dressing room, and just as suddenly holding Sherry's traditional succubus clothing in his hands. It took him a moment to realize what he was holding, and he looked up towards her while still holding her warm clothing. His heart nearly stopped.

"Now, tell me what you think of these. I refuse to wear anything that isn't appealing to you in some way." Sherry said nonchalantly.

Sherry held up a couple dresses for Michael to see, her naked body standing without a hint of shame or concern.

"You're... you youyuy... bbbbbbuutt... naked!" Michael stammered.

Michael's little friend went at full attention in a painful way almost instantly. He couldn't help it, for his eyes were beholding the body of a succubus in its full glory and unhindered by any clothing. The body of a devilish creature specifically designed to have that effect on men. A wicked grin formed on his face as he shamelessly checked her out top to bottom.

"He's so cute! His eyes are lusting after me with no hint of resistance. I love it when he looks at me like that." Sherry thought.

She leaned down to be face to face with Michael, knowing full well she was showing off her hanging tits. She grabbed them and jiggled them in his face.

"Like what you see sweetie? Oh, I think your little man answered for you!" Sherry giggled teasingly.

"Hah... hah... Sherry..." Michael panted.

Coming to his senses, he covered his hard on with his hands. She chortled.

"Don't bother trying to hide your arousal, because I can smell it. I'm a succubus after all." Sherry said quietly.

Her butt jutted provocatively into the air behind her. It was just like she had done in class earlier that day but that time she wasn't wearing any clothes to block the view.

"Now help me pick out something you think makes me look sexy." Sherry said, smiling widely.

"You know... we just met last night right?" Michael asked.

He was in utter disbelief over what was happening. It felt like he was moving at a hundred miles an hour.

"So? You're mine now, so you can look at my body. You should get used to seeing my body, because you're going to be seeing a lot of it. In fact, I insist." Sherry said.

Without saying another word Sherry straightened and grabbed the first item to try out, which was a strapless black lace dress. She pulled it over her head and tested the fit, where it seemed perfect at the bust and hips but too loose at the waist. It came down her legs at just the right length, not too short like a micro dress but not too long like a knee dress.

"Ah you love it! I'll get it!" Sherry said.

...

"But I didn't say anything." Michael said.

"Yes you did~. Your face is like an open book to me and you don't even need to utter a word for me to understand. You were looking at my legs sweetie." Sherry said, smiling devilishly.

Sherry took the dress off and threw it on the bench to Michael's right. The beginnings of the 'buy' pile.

"The MGE did say succubii are artists at detecting subtle expressions. I guess that explains a few things." Michael thought.

While Michael was lost in thought Sherry had pulled on a new piece of clothing. That time it was a white dress with rows of cuts on each side going down to the hem. Michael looked at it while Sherry did a twirl.

"Hmm. No. You don't like this one." Sherry said.

"She nailed it. I really don't. It looks so cheesy." Michael thought.

She threw that dress on the bench to Michael's left, which was to be the 'don't buy' pile.

"But what if you like something and I don't? That's not very fair." Michael asked, concerned.

"I like all of them for the most part. Would it not make more sense to get something we both like, since there are so many?" Sherry reasoned.

"I can't argue with that logic. Alrighty what's next?" Michael asked.

By then he was getting into the swing of things and enjoying himself. After all, a drop dead hottie was modeling clothes just a couple feet in front of him, so how could he complain. Sherry smiled happily and reached randomly into the pile to pull out the next item.

"What are these called sweetie?" Sherry asked.

She held up a pair of blue jeans with a quizzical expression on her face. Michael stopped adjusting his shirt and watched in amazement as she tried to put them on. Sherry had grabbed the wrong size and was trying to squeeze her juicy succubus ass into way too tight of jeans. Michael started losing his shit.

"...oh frack..." Michael gaped.

...

"Oh dear, he really likes this one. But it doesn't fit!" Sherry thought worriedly

"Those are called... jeans... and um..." Michael stammered.

"Help me sweetie. Grab a handful and start stuffing!" Sherry pleaded.

"Hold... hold it. If they don't fit... um... get a different size. You don't have to get just the designer stuff, anything will do." Michael said slowly.

.

..

...

"Oh! Of course, there were lots of... jeans... out there. Would you be a dear and help me get the right size?" Sherry asked.

Michael nodded, and Sherry started taking the jeans off again. She struggled and didn't make much headway until Michael reached over and helped her. Finally they slipped off and caused her butt to jiggle, and Michael looked at the size.

"These are petite sized jeans. No amount of wrangling and bacon grease would have ever helped you put them on." Michael said, chuckling.

"Does that mean I'm considered fat?" Sherry asked.

...

"Wow that's cliché. She's asking me if her butt is too big." Michael thought.

...

"No. Everyone has a different body and some girls are thin framed, which is what the petite clothes are for. These things would never fit a normal woman. Just look at them, they're tiny! Maybe you would have fit in them as a little girl, but not as an adult." Michael explained.

"Ah I understand. So these would fit something like a harpy... or perhaps an elf girl." Sherry reasoned.

"Oh yeah I remember their biographies. They were thinner builds if I recall." Michael thought.

Michael nodded, confirming what Sherry just said.

"What of my body? Where do I stand?" Sherry asked.

"Well... I'm not one to... judge..." Michael stammered.

"You aren't judging me, and I won't be insulted no matter your words." Sherry reassured.

Michael nervously fiddled with his shirt and adjusted the fit, and then his pants too.

"I would say you have a medium frame but heavy curves. Your waist is on the thinner side and you are taller than normal. Your feet are dainty and you have long legs but neither are unusual. As far as anyone is concerned you are a healthy woman with good genetics." Michael described.

Sherry nodded and smiled, apparently pleased with my words.

"So I'm fat in all the right places. Wonderful!" Sherry said happily.

Michael wasn't terribly happy however, because he thought that talking about Sherry's body was like other people talking about his. Even though he had nothing but good things to say, it didn't feel right to comment on something that wasn't his business.

"Opinions are cheap." Michael thought.

As it was Michael sat there and helped Sherry pick out several outfits, and the pile on his right grew. To a much lesser degree the pile on his left grew as well, but often it was Sherry herself that decided she didn't like something. One amusing thing to pop up was Sherry's ability to describe details about the previous owner of the clothes.

"This woman liked flowers...and this woman liked painting, and this woman liked cooking, and this woman liked animals... and this woman liked men, a lot." Sherry said, sniffing the clothes.

"Erm... do I even want to know?" Michael asked.

Sherry's nose twitched madly.

"I can smell the semen of at least four men on his blouse." Sherry said distantly.

"Please don't pick that one... please don't pick that one... please don't pick that one...." Michael thought.

.

..

...

"Oh god she's picking that one. Bleach... bleach everywhere. I am going to bleach that one to oblivion." Michael thought.

Michael tugged on his shirt once more to straighten it, and wondered why his shirt kept getting bunched up behind him. Sherry noticed.

"Fufu, It's beginning." Sherry thought.

Putting down the micro dress she had in her hands, she came over and sat in Michael's lap. She was bone naked.

"Sweetie? Don't you think it would be wise to get something while you are here?" Sherry suggested again.

As she spoke she ran her hand around Michael's torso and chest. A sly smile broke out on her face.

"I already said that I'm fine. I have clothes and you are the one..." Michael tried to say.

"Your clothes don't fit too well in my opinion." Sherry interrupted.

Sherry grabbed a handful of Michael's shirt to reinforce her point. Her fist held a bundle of loose cloth. Suddenly Michael felt the urge to straighten his shirt again, but all that happened was the bundle of cloth Sherry was holding grew a little.

"What the feck!?" Michael exclaimed.

Sherry giggled and stood up, and then yanked Michael up to his feet by his arm. His pants threatened to drop around his ankles. Sherry hooked a finger on his belt and peeked in, and there was a several inch gap of space.

"Aww, I can't see anything." Sherry pouted.

Suddenly the gap between his waist and his waistband grew a little more, and she pulled on it to look even deeper inside. Michael was essentially swimming around in his too loose clothes.

"You're doing this aren't you?" Michael blurted.

Sherry nodded while smiling wickedly.

"But you said you couldn't do anything about my weight!" Michael complained.

"I never said that. I remember clearly suggesting that you not eat. Now when was the last time you ate sweetie?" Sherry asked, smiling devilishly.

"Yesterday. I didn't have time to catch breakfast this morning." Michael recounted.

"I see. So that means you are doing really well. Congratulations on your successful diet!" Sherry giggled mischievously.

Michael grabbed at his pants before they could fall off, and he tugged on his shirt which had become a tent.

"But it doesn't work like that! It takes months... or even years to burn off all that weight!" Michael countered.

"Don't worry sweetie. You will soon understand perfectly. For now just consider what you are going to wear." Sherry said deviously.

"Why didn't you warn me? We're in the middle of a public store with witnesses! I can't walk around like this!" Michael said angrily.

"Because it's more amusing this way." Sherry said simply.

Just then his body shrunk again and he had to catch the other side of his pants. Now both of his hands were occupied protecting his modesty.

"I've never been this thin in my entire life! When will it stop?" Michael whimpered.

"The moment food passes your lips the spell will stop. I suggest you hurry, lest you be reduced to skin and bones." Sherry said darkly.

Michael's eyes widened in terror.

"WHAT!?" Michael cried.

"Fufu... the flustered look on his face is priceless, not that I would ever cast such a dangerous curse on him." Sherry thought, chuckling internally.

Michael started to panic as he quickly thought about where to go to find food. His body was visibly shrinking at that point, having gained speed in the previous minutes. Michael turned and barreled out of the dressing room while desperately holding his flailing and dragging clothes.

"Of course I failed to mention that all that energy has to go somewhere, and at this moment it's being turned into raw spirit energy. If anything, this will make him vastly harder to kill." Sherry thought.

With no other options he ran out of the store, looking left and right for anything to eat at all. His eyes landed on a hot dog stand, and he bolted straight for it. There was only one person in line so he figured there was just enough time.

"Hurry... hurry... HURRY!" Michael thought frantically.

Michael got to the front of the line and ordered a hotdog in hurried tones. The cart vender put it together, and Michael was sweating bullets over how slow the vender was.

"C'mon mister can you move any slower? I'm literally withering away here! I don't want to end up like that guy in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade!" Michael thought, panicking.

As soon as the vender handed over the hotdog and Michael paid, he stuffed the whole thing in his mouth while balancing holding his pants. Customers and pedestrians alike watched in amazement as relish and mustard went everywhere. The vendor nonchalantly handed Michael some napkins and called for the next person in line with a rather bored tone of voice.

Michael found himself standing out of the way while looking at himself in the driver mirror of his parked Duster.

"Please work. Please work. PLEASE WORK!" Michael thought.

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..

!

"SHERRY! IT DIDN'T WORK!" Michael shouted.

Michael ran back towards the thrift store, with Sherry standing in the doorway wearing a dress she had thrown on. Michael grabbed her and tugged her back into the dressing room, shut the door, and grabbed her on the shoulders. He shook her, and she was laughing hysterically.

"It didn't work! Sherry please... help me!" Michael pleaded.

...

Her laughter died down, and she looked worried.

"Oh dear, he really does look terrified." Sherry thought.

Michael shrunk a little more and his shirt tail flailed everywhere.

"Very well sweetie, as you wish." Sherry said, smile fading from her face.

Sherry wrapped her arms around Michael and forced him to sit down, and then held him firmly while hovering her face just in front of his. Her nose twitched slightly when she caught a whiff of the hotdog.

"Goodness... what strange food did you get into?" Sherry said, sniffling.

"I ate a hot dog." Michael said simply.

...

"You ate a dog? My, you were desperate. Poor thing." Sherry said, clucking her tongue.

Michael tried to move but Sherry kept him pinned, and he started hyperventilating. He couldn't understand why she was pinning him but not doing anything else. There was no magic on her hands, she didn't say any incantations, and she didn't even move other than to keep him pinned.

"What're you doing?! I need help!" Michael cried.

"I am helping you... by keeping you from panicking. This jest has gone on long enough, and I regret ever saying such things to tease you." Sherry said.

"You were just teasing me? For real?" Michael asked, hopeful.

"Yes sweetie. I could never curse you in such a way, or even harm a single hair on your head. You were just so cute that I could hardly help myself." Sherry explained.

"But I'm still shriveling up. I'm almost half the size I was before." Michael murmured.

"Shhhh, It will pass. Be at ease and think pleasant thoughts." Sherry cooed.

Michael waited anxiously as several minutes passed. Dabbing away the stray condiments from his cheeks, Sherry held him tight and also watched closely as Michael finished his last little shrinkage. He had gone from a huge round man, straight past pudgy, and into the realm of dad bod by the time he ran back into that dressing room and Sherry pinned him. He shrank down as all the years of pudge drained away and revealed bundles of muscle underneath. Yes Michael had been fat, but he was also a very strong man with a sturdy frame. Even skinny, he was big boned which meant he was still a heavy giant of a man. Sherry cooed and rubbed the hard bands on his arm, and ran a hand across his chiseled cheeks. Under all the fat had been a very good looking man just waiting to come out and make all the ladies notice him.

"His heart is slowing. He is calming down, thank goodness." Sherry thought.

Sherry and Michael watched as the last traces of excess flesh faded away and the skin straightened to hide any signs of Michael ever having been overweight in his entire life. He had gone from fat, to fit, just like that.

"Oh! I had no idea you were so attractive sweetie, a prized catch for sure! You look like you could wrestle a grizzly girl!" Sherry giggled.

Sherry smiled in satisfaction and let Michael go. He stood up and found himself standing in front of the dressing room mirror, where he poked himself in the face. His face that no longer had pudgy cheeks or a double chin.

"I'm... skinny." Michael murmured in disbelief.

"Is that not what you wanted?" Sherry asked.

"Yes but... it begs the question... what would you have done if I wanted to stay heavy?" Michael asked.

"I don't understand. Was I mistaken in my interpretation of your desires? You asked me if I could make you skinny and you seemed so upset about the words of the others..." Sherry trailed off, shaking her head in confusion.

...

"Think of it this way. It's more convenient for sex with me!" Sherry said cheerfully.

...

"Sweetie?" Sherry questioned, uncertain.

"Forget it. I suppose I had better go grab some new clothes." Michael muttered.

Michael shuffled out of the dressing room and left Sherry standing there meekly reaching out after him. The door shut behind him and he wandered over to the men's section.

"I read the MGE. I knew that monsters magically change their husbands into their ideal sexual partners. I suppose I shouldn't be upset, and just be thankful she didn't turn me into a shota or some weird shit." Michael thought, sighing.

Michael browsed through the racks of clothes while trying to guess his own size.

"I was a 56-30... now I think I'm a 38-30. Oh well let's see." Michael muttered.

He grabbed a few pairs of shirts and pants, and shuffled back towards the dressing room while still holding up his old pants. Sherry wasn't inside, and a quick glance around the store showed she was hanging up the things she didn't want to buy while wearing her old clothes. Michael closed the door and stripped off his oversized clothes. Even his underwear fell off because of its size. Grabbing a couple safety pins out of a cup inside the dressing room solved that problem, and he tried on the clothes successfully.

"Just my size." Michael thought, sighing.

He transferred all his pocket junk from his old clothes to the new ones, and stuffed the old clothes into a bundle under his arm. Michael was tugging his shoes back on when Sherry barged in.

"There you are sweetie." Sherry said.

...

"Get your clothes sorted out?" Michael asked quietly.

Sherry stepped forward and closed the door, completely ignoring his question. Then she leaned down in the provocative way she liked to do and leveled with his face.

"Skinny looks good on you, I like it a lot. You really are a handsome man." Sherry said seductively.

"Yeah I bet you like it better. Even a succubus couldn't stand dating a fat man. Not that I blame her, because nobody else wanted to either." Michael thought bitterly.

Michael's silence confused Sherry, and she repeated herself.

"You are a very handsome man sweetie. Just my type. Those other women will regret teasing you now!" Sherry said cheerfully.

Michael shivered. He wasn't used to people complimenting his appearance.

He was feeling pretty resentful at that moment. That prank had freaked him the hell out and he wasn't taking it so well. Sure he was grateful for the gift she had given him, but he could have lost that weight on his own had he found a good enough reason. Though he couldn't be too angry with her because he did ask her for help. Michael was just very confused and frustrated, and in no mood for chatting.

"He's glowering like an angry minotaur. No matter, one little magical kiss will drive that away." Sherry thought.

Sherry leaned forward even closer and her eyes fluttered shut. She didn't really understand what he was thinking, all she knew is she wanted him to be happy. That's why she had cast that spell, and why she was about to kiss him.

"Just one little kiss and he will feel like the king of the world..." Sherry thought.

"No way!" Michael growled.

Suddenly Sherry felt herself get deflected past Michael and onto the bench seat of the dressing room.

"Oof! Hey! Sweetie!" Sherry whined.

She turned and readied herself instantly. She pressed forward and attempted to kiss him again, but he moved out of the way and slipped out of her grip.

"I said no way. I'm not in the mood. I'm still pissed about that prank." Michael muttered.

"Wait I didn't mean it! I'm sorry sweetie! Let me kiss you and make it right!" Sherry blurted.

He got up to leave but Sherry immediately pounced on him from behind. Michael staggered briefly and shot his hands out to stop from falling. But there were no handholds, and the only thing that saved them from falling over was a quick flap of Sherry's previously hidden wings. Once they were stabilized she pressed her face tight against Michael's left cheek in an attempt to reach his lips. She even tried sticking her tongue out to make up the difference, but was just barely out of reach. Michael was about to spit out a string of cusses when he noticed a long black object wrapped around his right leg.

"Sherry's... tail? No way. But to a succubus that means... Michael thought.

Michael froze dead, like an ice cone in Alaska. When Michael stopped moving, Sherry did too.

"Sherry, do you know where your tail is?" Michael asked quietly.

"Yes, very much so sweetie." Sherry answered.

"And does it mean what I think it means?" Michael asked in hushed tones.

Michael's heart pounded in anticipation of Sherry's next words. What Sherry said next would either make him the happiest man in the world, or make him spiral into a deep black pit of eternal depression.

"It means I love you, fool. Just as I said before, and that was no joke. I love you with all my heart and soul." Sherry answered.

Suddenly a foot connected behind Michael's left knee, which made it buckle and collapse.

"AH!" Michael cried.

Once he sank down to her height Sherry forcefully grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to kiss him. Michael's whole upside down view was taken up my Sherry's face and lips. Without waiting or hesitating in any form Sherry planted her lips on Michael and passionately kissed him. He slowly relaxed and sank to the floor, and Sherry stayed with him the whole way down because she was unwilling to break the connection between their lips. Once Michael was flat on the floor, she wrapped her arms around his head and passionately kissed him deeper than she ever had before.

"She loves me. Nothing else matters. She... loves me!" Michael thought, humming happily.

~Several Minutes Later~

Sherry pulled away from Michael's lips with a pop, and smiled at his bleary eyed happy expression. His lips were tingling.

"How do you feel sweetie?" Sherry asked quietly.

"Just fine. Not a care in the world." Michael answered.

"Are you still mad at me?" Sherry asked.

"About what?" Michael asked.

...

Sherry smiled, and stole another brief kiss.

"I'm glad. I wouldn't want you to hate me. Come sweetie, let us leave this place." Sherry said.

After that Michael and Sherry paid for all the clothes they had picked out, and even had a little left over so Michael could grab a few more things. The old lady at the checkout was eyeing Michael with a strange confused look on her face, which got even worse when Michael asked her to add the clothes he was wearing to the bill. She adjusted her overly thick glasses several times and looked him over in confusion.

"I'm sure you looked different when you came in here." The old clerk said.

Michael simply shrugged his shoulders and handed over his cash. Then they picked up their full bags of clothes and walked out.

"I'll have to keep clear of here for a while." Michael thought.

Several seconds passed as they walked towards the Duster. Michael juggled his bags so he could grab his keys while Sherry spoke.

"That was a lot of fun! Thank you for bringing me here sweetie! Life seems somehow brighter doesn't it?" Sherry asked cheerfully.

"Oh frack." Michael cursed.

"What's wrong? Do you not agree?" Sherry asked, concerned.

"That's not it. Hate to put a damper on your sunny disposition, but my keys are missing." Michael said darkly.

Michael walked the rest of the way to the car to throw the clothes on the hood and peer in the passenger window. His head clunked against the glass in frustration.

"The keys are in the ignition. Feck you to all and to all feck off. DAMN IT!" Michael spat.

"What does this mean? If you see the keys there then can't you simply..." Sherry tried to say.

"It means we're stuck because all the doors are locked and I don't have a spare key on me." Michael muttered.

Sherry calmly placed her hand on Michael's shoulder and pushed him aside, and placed her finger on the door jam. Writhing tendrils of black wormed their way into the door past the weather seal and inside the car where they pulled on the lock tab. It popped up and the tendrils retreated from view.

"All taken care of sweetie. Now we may travel once more." Sherry said happily.

Michael paused a moment to absorb mentally what had just happened, shrugged his shoulders, and entered the car. He started the engine and they rolled off.

The rest of the day ended uneventfully. Michael went back to campus only to find a sign on the door saying that his third and final class for the day was cancelled. He didn't care, because at that point he was utterly spent. So the two of them got in the Duster once more and drove back in the direction of the apartment. Before they got there Michael stopped at the gas station and pulled into a parking spot.

"This is the place I first spotted you sweetie." Sherry said.

"Same. I saw you standing across the street." Michael said.

Michael pulled his keys from the ignition and pulled his seatbelt off. Sherry imitated him.

"You don't need to come in. I'll just be a second." Michael said.

Sherry instantly whirled her head around and gave him a sharp look.

"I don't like that at all. Not one bit." Sherry said firmly.

Sherry snagged his right wrist and wrapped her fingers completely around it. Since he wasn't big anymore his arm was a lot thinner, and her fingers were long.

...

*yankyank

Michael tried to pull his hand away, but she held it with super human strength.

"It's useless. I won't let you go away sweetie. Not without me." Sherry said.

Michael tried pulling on his wrist again, but it was impossible. She wasn't about to let him go. He even tried prying her fingers off, but he might as well have tried to pry steel bands apart by hand.

"If you keep doing that then I will grab your other wrist." Sherry warned.

...

"Fine. If you want to follow me around that bad then I'm not going to argue any more." Michael relented.

"WEE! I love you sweetie!" Sherry cheered.

She tugged on his arm and pulled him across so she could wrap her arms around his neck in a big hug. Sherry kissed the top of his head, and then let him go. They both got out of the car and went into the store. Michael noted that obnoxious foreigner dude was still there, but he wasn't paying him much mind.

"What is it you seek to purchase here my love?" Sherry asked.

"I just wanted to stop in for a lotto ticket. It's over 500 million, so why not?" Michael said.

"What is this lotto ticket you speak of?" Sherry asked.

"Don't they have lotteries where you're from?" Michael asked.

Sherry blinked.

"We do, and um... are you sure? I know we haven't done it yet but must you still enter? Am I not good enough?" Sherry asked.

"Huh? What?" Michael asked.

"The lottery. I entered it a few times to win a husband but I never got lucky. I assume it works the same here... but for wives?" Sherry asked.

"Aw hell naw! The lotto prize is money, not a wife! What the bloody hell!" Michael exclaimed.

"Oh, I see. Very well then I see nothing wrong with it. Please continue sweetie." Sherry said sweetly.

...

Michael paused a moment, shrugged, and got a lotto ticket from the machine. Just before leaving the gas station, he paused and turned towards the bathrooms.

"Excuse me a moment." Michael said.

*SNAG

Sherry caught his wrist and took on a pouty expression.

"And where are you going without me?" Sherry asked.

"The bathroom. I have to go piss." Michael said.

...

..

.

"Oh." Sherry said quietly.

She let him go reluctantly and he walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Sighing, he went and relieved himself while looking around.

"I remember it being here. Where is... ah there it is!" Michael thought.

After finishing up he walked over to a special vending machine attached to the wall and fed in some quarters. Some condoms popped out, and he pocketed them.

"Never in a million years did I imagine I would be doing this. I just wonder... if she'll let me wear them." Michael thought.

He washed his hands and walked out, and after meeting up with Sherry they walked out and drove home.

As was usual Michael greeted his downstairs neighbor before slowly plodding up the steps, but she didn't even bother turning around to grumble at him. Sherry was peering inside a fire extinguisher case out of curiosity as Michael unlocked the layered doors and shuffled in to sit down. Sherry closed the doors behind her as she followed.

"What a day." Michael murmured quietly.

As soon as Sherry put down the bags she was carrying, she also dropped her human disguise. Wings fluttered out along with her tail, and she turned to look at Michael with her red succubus eyes.

"He looks so fatigued." Sherry thought.

She was about to sit next to him and fuss over him when he suddenly slapped his knees and stood up abruptly.

"Well that was refreshing. On to the next chore." Michael said.

"Eep! He stood up! I must watch him carefully lest he push himself too far!" Sherry thought worriedly.

"Why don't you rest sweetie? I'll help you relax with a nice massage." Sherry said nicely.

"No I have too much to do. All these clothes are going to take forever to wash and I need to get dinner started. Oh and I should probably do some dishes and mop the kitchen floor." Michael said, sighing.

.

..

...

"Don't be silly, that is a woman's work. My work." Sherry said firmly.

Sherry gently pushed Michael back down into the chair and held him there while smiling sweetly.

"You just say seated here upon your throne and let me serve you a great meal." Sherry said softly.

"Hey wait a minute. That sort of thing doesn't fly here! I'm not going to sit on my fat ass..." Michael tried to say.

"Skinny ass." Sherry interjected.

"... skinny ass and let you do all the work." Michael finished.

"It is unacceptable for a woman to do the household chores here?" Sherry asked, confused.

"Yes. Nowadays people get all bent out of shape if a guy makes a woman do all the chores. It's considered sexist, or whatever. I have no idea honestly. Just do what you want to do, not what you think you are obligated to do." Michael tried to explain.

"Then it is settled. I do this not because I am ordered, but because it makes me so happy to the very depths of my heart." Sherry said cheerfully.

Sherry stood up and walked towards the kitchen, and looked back with a happy smile on her face.

"Fear not sweetie, for I have trained with the finest chefs from the Zipangu region and Mist Continent." Sherry reassured.

Then she disappeared around the corner and left Michael sitting there dumbfounded.

"She'll be back. Let's see how long it takes her." Michael thought.

Michael glanced at his watch and started counting the seconds. He didn't even look up as he heard cabinets being opened and closed, drawers opened and shut, and the fridge door slamming with a rattle. Before long it fell silent in the kitchen, and a meek voice echoed out of it.

"Sweetie?" Sherry muttered painfully.

"Dead nuts on 45 seconds." Michael muttered.

Sherry rounded the corner with an ashamed look on her face and carrying a saucepan.

"Please... teach me the secret of the will o wisp flames." Sherry pleaded quietly.

"Will o wisp flames? Blue flames... ah the stove!" Michael reasoned.

Sherry nodded.

"And also... the secret of the metal egg." Sherry added.

As she said that she produced a can of beans from behind her back.

It was so that Michael found himself in the kitchen teaching Sherry about all the appliances, running water, and modern food storage. To say she was amazed is an understatement, and for each thing she marveled at Michael's power as a sorcerer.

"I've told you a bunch of times I am not a sorcerer. Why do you keep insisting I am?" Michael shot, frustrated.

"Because only a sorcerer could have sent a message to my plane of existence. You need not be afraid to reveal yourself sweetie." Sherry reaffirmed.

"Well I'm still not a sorcerer. What you see is what you get, no if's ands or buts about it. Before I met you yesterday I didn't even know monster girls really existed." Michael said.

"Ah yes. Yesterday. About that, what was that all about?" Sherry asked, changing the subject.

"That was just an extension of what you saw in class, just with a bunch of alcohol and narcotics added to their natural stupidity." Michael muttered angrily.

Michael sighed and stirred the pot of rice simmering on the stove. He had not had a chance to sit down and reflect on that night, and how he nearly killed someone. That thought made him shift in his spot uncomfortably. Suddenly a tinge of recollection came to him, followed by a sick feeling of dread.

"When you brought me home that night, did you happen to grab my things?" Michael asked.

"Certainly. The heavy paper box and the strange metal hammer are sitting over there in the corner under the table." Sherry said, pointing.

Sure enough as Michael walked over to look, there concealed under the table cover was the case of beer and Beretta 92 model S he had lost track of the night before.

"Whew. Good." Michael sighed in relief.

The Beretta was still cocked with a round in the chamber and the safety off. Michael held it in his hand and shuddered.

"I'm sorry I pointed this at you." Michael said quietly.

"What is it sweetie?" Sherry asked, curious.

Sherry reached down to pick it up, her finger getting uncomfortably close to the trigger guard. Michael lashed out and snatched her wrist before she could.

"No! Death! Bad! Don't you dare ever touch this!" Michael barked.

Michael held the Beretta away from her and thumbed the combination safety and decocker down to render the pistol unable to fire. Sherry twitched nervously when the hammer fell with a loud CLACK.

"Alright I think it's time we talked rules about what's safe and what isn't." Michael said forcefully.

"I wasn't born yesterday sweetie. I think I can figure out what things are dangerous." Sherry said, frowning slightly.

"Oh you can huh? Let's put that to the test. I want you to point out anything in the kitchen you believe is dangerous." Michael growled.

Sherry nodded and walked back into the kitchen. Looking around she quickly pointed out the obvious things like the stove burner and kitchen knives, but walked by the blender, coffee grinder, cleaning chemicals, and garbage disposal. Finally she turned to Michael with a pleased expression on her face.

"See? I know my way around a kitchen sweetie. You need not fear for my safety even in this strange world." Sherry said confidently.

"Oh yeah? Well what if I told you that you failed epically." Michael countered.

"What? I missed something? Surely it is some little thing that is insignificant." Sherry retorted.

Michael nodded and went into the fridge to grab some carrots.

"Let's pretend these are your fingers." Michael said.

He dropped them in the blender and threw the switch briefly, and the carrots disintegrated instantly. Sherry jumped back and let out a short EEP in surprise. Michael grabbed the blender top and pulled it off so she could look inside.

"I uh... that... missed..." Sherry stammered.

"I'm not done yet." Michael said.

He reached under the counter and pulled out several bottles of household chemicals.

"Drink any of these or get it in your food and you will either get horribly sick or die." Michael said darkly.

"Ppppp...pppp... poison?! In your KITCHEN?" Sherry bellowed.

"Not poison, these are for cleaning. Like this one sterilizes things so you won't get sick.

...

"Ok, so that's actually useful. Noted." Sherry said.

Next, Michael opened his fridge and pulled out his medicine drawer.

"These are medicines, which when used incorrectly can all kill you." Michael stated emotionlessly.

He stuffed the drawer back in the fridge and looked around for the next thing. He walked over and leaned next to the electrical socket just above one of the counters.

"This is one of the deadliest things of all here." Michael stated, pointing.

"Ha! Now I know you are jesting. That wall talisman cannot possibly harm someone!" Sherry scoffed.

"If you don't believe me then grab a butter knife and stick it in there. I dare you." Michael said, scowling.

Sherry paused, noticing something in Michael's expression.

"What... would it do?" Sherry asked.

"It depends on how lucky you are. You might just scream in agony for a while before you convulse enough to let go of the knife, then you would flop on your ass with a numb arm. If you are really unlucky then the current would cross your heart and kill you, and it would be a painful miserable death." Michael explained at length.

Sherry turned pale at Michael's description of electrocution. A topic he knew a great deal about considering his major in electronics technology. He knew all too well the dangers of AC wall current and how much it hurt.

"Sweetie... what sort of madhouse do you live in?" Sherry quavered.

"A typical modern American one. Believe me when I say our homes are a lot safer than some third world jury rigged houses." Michael said.

Michael straightened and gestured for Sherry to follow him. He walked into the bedroom and straight into the closet which held his small gun collection.

"These here are hands down the most dangerous things in my home. You are never to touch them... ever!" Michael said firmly.

Sherry nodded and turned an even whiter shade of pale.

"See this? This is an AK. It is the one firearm which has killed more people than any other in the entire world. There are 75 million of them in circulation, and every minute of every day someone somewhere is dying at the muzzle end of one. Respect it. Do not touch it." Michael said fiercely.

Sherry held her hand on her mouth in shock and pure fear ran though her eyes.

"What is it you are not supposed to do?" Michael tested.

"Never touch those." Sherry murmured.

"And why?" Michael quizzed.

"Because they are weapons." Sherry squeaked.

"Very good. Here you go." Michael said, offering the AK.

Sherry immediately backed up and stuck her hands behind her back while shaking her head side to side furiously.

"Good, she was listening. Hopefully I have driven the point home enough. When I have some time I'll teach her how to use firearms safely." Michael thought.

So Michael taught Sherry how to use the appliances in the kitchen safely and returned to his chair in the living room. Every once in a while he would poke his head in and check on her, but she was never doing anything dangerous so he left her alone. With nothing else to do Michael started some laundry, turned on the TV to hear the news, and pulled out tools for a project. His computer came to life and he checked the chat for new messages. Some idle chit chat but nothing groundbreaking. The news on the TV was nothing groundbreaking either. Sherry on the other hand was utterly fascinated with the picture on the television, and when Michael turned around he found her pressing her nose up to the screen.

"This box reminds me of the magic mirror lady Druella used to contact the Maoyu. Enough, I want answers now sweetie. Why do you hide your magic from me?" Sherry asked, turning.

"I am not a magician." Michael said dryly.

Sherry straightened and advanced on the sitting man.

"You are. You must be, and you poured your loneliness into the spell which bridged our worlds." Sherry countered.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not lonely. I have friends." Michael said, gulping.

"Liar." Sherry accused.

She advanced closer to Michael. His eyes narrowed and his neutral expression instantly turned into one of anger.

"What did you just call me?" Michael hissed.

"A liar. Yours is the only scent in this home. Nobody else has crossed the threshold in many months if not years. So tell me, why do you hide your power from me?" Sherry asked again.

"I have no power! Why won't you believe me?" Michael retorted.

Sherry advanced even closer, and started leaning down to be face to face.

"You are hiding something from me. Look me in the eye and tell me once more that you are not a powerful mage." Sherry insisted.

Michael looked up and glanced at her eyes, staring deep into the red iris and black pupils. He opened his mouth to repeat what he had said before, but his mind went blank before the words could come out.

"Fufu, I have you under a succubus trance. Now you will tell me honestly whether you are a mage or not." Sherry commanded.

Her voice echoed in Michael's ears as his mind was consumed more and more by her powerful evil eye spell. He had no choice but to answer honestly.

"I am not a mage." Michael droned.

"Even now he resists. Maybe if I worded it differently." Sherry thought.

"How did you send a message to my world?" Sherry asked.

"I didn't send a message to your world." Michael droned.

Michael's slack jaw started to drool slightly. From his perspective the whole world was spinning around Sherry's face.

"A message came to my world and it has been linked to you. How do you suppose that happened?" Sherry asked, changing the wording.

"I made a wish." Michael droned.

"A wish? Explain." Sherry commanded.

"I had a magic coin and I made a wish for a girl from fallen maidens." Michael droned.

Sherry paused as she absorbed that information.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Sherry asked, eyes narrowing.

"Magic coins do not exist. I didn't send a message to your world. Magic coins are an impossibility. Magic is an impossibility. Do not...did not nnnnooot..." Michael slurred.

Sherry snapped her fingers in front of Michael's face, causing him to jerk in surprise. He clutched his hand to his forehead to rub away his new throbbing headache.

"What was that? I blacked out for a moment." Michael muttered.

"So you found a magic coin and wished for a girl to quench your loneliness." Sherry stated.

"Wait how... " Michael tried to ask.

"But you don't believe in magic coins so you kept silent to prevent looking foolish." Sherry continued.

Michael turned pale and glanced away, tugging on his shirt collar nervously.

"You should know that magic coins are well known in my world. They will grant a single wish to their owner, but it must be a wish from the bottom of the heart. Your heart was filled with only loneliness, so the spell was created as such." Sherry explained.

Several long seconds passed as Michael sat there stunned. Sherry waited, her hands on her hips as she stared at him. Finally Michael sighed and started talking very slowly.

"I was just...just a boy when some old lady gave it to me. Said it would grant a wish from the bottom of my heart and I should choose wisely. Sure I made lots of wishes but none of them ever came true, so I guess I just didn't really believe." Michael recounted.

Sherry remained silent.

"But then you showed up right after I made that wish..." Michael tried to say.

"And then the coin mysteriously disappeared, am I right?" Sherry asked.

Michael nodded.

"Just like the magic coins back home. It is in the hands of a new owner now, and it will undoubtedly be used for some small wish. It can only grant small wishes now, for its power has been consumed." Sherry said, nodding.

Sherry turned to leave.

"Wait what now? I mean..." Michael tried to say.

"Nothing changes sweetie, I merely wished to understand. It's mean to hide things from me, so don't force me to dig using magical trickery." Sherry said, interrupting.

She walked to the corner between the kitchen and living room, where she looked back briefly.

"Dinner shall be ready soon. Prepare yourself my darling husband." Sherry said, eyes twinkling.

Michael didn't quite know how to answer so he remained silent, shivering over what had just happened.

Sherry walked into the kitchen and resumed preparing dinner. Her sensitive ears tracked every move Michael made in the small apartment, and she played a game with herself to guess what he was doing.

"It sounds as if he is chiseling something." Sherry thought, musing.

...

"Hold on... chiseling something?" Sherry thought in confusion.

She glanced around the corner briefly and spotted Michael typing away at a keyboard, but she didn't know what it was.

"I wonder what that strange slate is he is hitting with his fingers. It has letters on it. Oh right! My sweetie can read and write! Oooo he's so impressive!" Sherry thought.

She went back to cutting up some veggies on a cutting board, each stroke expertly cutting the pieces without error. When the knife grew dull, she used magic to sharpen it again.

"So he is not a sorcerer. My mistress would be disappointed, but I care not. I chose him because of his loneliness, which is just like mine when I was human. The people around him treat him poorly merely because of his lot in life. His nice personality is a layer covering his overwhelming misery. Sherry mused.

She paused her thoughts so she could remember how to control the stovetop heat. Despite how strange and high tech it was, she quickly learned how to use it.

"Before when I was a knight I was tasked to use my sword in defense of my country. I went to Lescatie to recapture it, and here I stand. But now my sword is only for my husband." Sherry thought.

Just then her ears caught a new sound, and she glanced around the corner to see Michael muttering to himself as he studied.

...

"...pin 7 to pin 9 on IC two... toggle a clock pulse... aaaand there's my binary! Yes! Now on to the seven segment display..." Michael muttered.

...

"He is so unlike the men from my world. They all would either flee or attack, but he sits there peacefully and is happy I am here. There is no doubt... I'm in love ." Sherry thought.

Sherry's hand clutched each side of her face as her cheeks turned red. A smile graced her lips once more.

"My task is clear, and I must create a realm for him here in which he will be safe and protected." Sherry thought.

Sherry made the final touches and carried the plates out to the kitchen island.

"Come eat sweetie. Supper is ready." Sherry said happily.

"Ok! I'll be right there! Let me finish up this last thing on my computer." Michael answered.

...

"What's a computer?" Sherry thought.

Michael stopped what he was doing and pushed away from his desk. He came over and took a seat at the island, and Sherry immediately sat down next to him.

"Eat up sweetie. I made it all special with love just for you ." Sherry said, smiling sweetly.

"Hey it looks great. You made a Kaiseki! Wow you really pulled all the stops. " Michael said, chuckling.

Sherry nodded and gestured towards the food, indicating he should start eating. Michael picked up a piece of strange new sushi and took a bite. He smiled.

"AH! He likes it! My beloved likes my cooking!" Sherry thought happily.

A warm sensation flooded her heart at the sight of Michael happily chowing down on her food. The smile on his face alone had made the whole thing worth it.

"I suppose this is Zipangu cuisine. The region is based on Japan so that would figure. To think I would ever sit down and eat food from the MGE boggles my mind." Michael thought.

Michael glanced over and saw that Sherry didn't have a plate of food.

"Aren't you having any?" Michel asked.

"Oh no. I ate to my heart's content as I was cooking. Tasting and such." Sherry said unconvincingly.

Almost as soon as she said that, Sherry's face took on a troubled look.

"Sherry." Michael said in a low tone.

"Oh alright sweetie... that was a lie. I was so focused on making the perfect meal for you that I forgot to make enough for two." Sherry admitted.

"Just to let you know, you are a baaaad liar." Michael said, chuckling.

"Lying is not in the nature of a succubus, and I was bad at it before I became one. But please don't let that ruin your meal!" Sherry said hurriedly.

Michael grabbed a clean fork and speared one of the pieces, then held it up in Sherry's direction.

"This meal is the best meal I've had in months, and it would be even better if you shared it with me. Besides, I think this is a bit much for just me. You should at least have a little." Michael said, smiling lopsided.

Sherry leaned forward and bit into the offered food without hesitation, and slowly savored each chew.

It was so that they ate dinner in peace. It was an early dinner ending around five thirty, so Michael went back to doing his homework while Sherry fluttered around the house and tidied up a bit. The only thing that continually interrupted Michael's work was getting up and doing the laundry, which at long last Sherry followed him out of curiosity. She let out a yelp when she saw what Michael was doing.

"Sweetie! What are you doing? That is my task!" Sherry whined.

Sherry reached out and tugged a handful of freshly cleaned clothes from Michael's hands, and then paused.

"These... are already clean. They're warm, and they smell of citrus." Sherry muttered in surprise.

"Yeah I just pulled them from the washing machine to dry." Michael said.

Sherry blinked in confusion over the words "washing machine", so Michael sat down with her and explained how it worked. Every detail was covered from loading, soap, spin, to drain. Sherry shook her head in amazement as she had several times that day.

"You didn't want me to do the chores knowing they are rendered this easy? For shame sweetie, for shame." Sherry said, clucking her tongue.

"Alright alright I get the idea. Just understand that I won't let you do everything without some help. That don't jive with me." Michael muttered.

Michael got up and left her to do as she pleased.

"I wonder what jive means. No matter, since I am here to do these things he is free to pursue other matters. I will not allow him to live in an unclean and unhappy environment." Sherry thought.

Michael glanced at the clock and noticed it was starting to get late, so he wandered into his closet and pulled out his spare futon. It wasn't meant for guests, but rather to rotate with the other one so they had a chance to breathe. He was about to carry it out to the living room when Sherry came in to grab another armful of clothes.

"Oh sweetie let me deal with that!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Just thought I would pull it out and get it ready. Luckily I have enough futons for the both of us." Michael said, smirking.

"I understand. Just leave it to me and I shall take care of everything." Sherry insisted.

Michael sighed and laid the futon roll down. With nothing else to do, he simply walked into the living room once more and pulled out a school project to work on. About an hour passed as he soldered a few connections on his capstone project for electronics. Finally he glanced at his clock once more and saw it was just about seven fifteen, and he stretched his cramped shoulders.

"I think I'm going to turn in early. Today was just way too much." Michael thought.

Just as Michael started walking down the hallway Sherry's voice chimed in from behind. He hadn't even known she was behind him until she let him know she was there.

"The sun is setting soon my looove ." Sherry sang.

"I know. I'm gonna go crash but you're welcome to stay up." Michael murmured.

He rounded the corner and saw his room had been reorganized. The makeshift nightstand had been moved over and instead of just one futon there was now two side by side.

"You stuck it in here? I was going to put it in the living room but..." Michael said.

"Of course I did. Did you expect me to sleep somewhere else other than here? You claim to understand my kind, but then you miss the obvious." Sherry said.

A pair of soft, warm, hands gently laid on Michael's shoulders and squeezed rhythmically. His shoulder muscles instantly relaxed under her succubus power.

Sherry happily rubbed his sore shoulders and relieved all the knots inside. As he wilted under her power, she leaned her body against him and pressed her advantage.

"Sweetie, you know there's a succubus around but you left yourself open. That must mean you want me to do this. You must want me to have my way." Sherry said.

The night was coming and she was shivering in anticipation. Constantly through the whole day she had fought the instinctual urge to rape Michael regardless of where they were, and the urge only grew as time went on. Every time he had looked away or turned his back she had fought the desire to pounce when he was defenseless. In fact the very idea of him willingly leaving himself defenseless in the presence of a succubus just turned her on even more. All the kind words and smiles, generosity, and his exotic nature meant that she was utterly smitten. Her next words were filled with seductive desire and dripping with love.

"Sweetie? I said a baaaad thing today. I told a lie." Sherry said, smiling seductively.

"Oh? What was that?" Michael asked, humming.

"I told those people in your college that we are married. That is not entirely true." Sherry said.

"I understand. You were just messing with their heads and trying to make me look better. It's all good." Michael said.

Sherry slowly turned Michael around until they were face to face. He had a faint happy smile lingering from the brief back massage.

"No sweetie, that's not right at all. You are my husband for I recognize you as such. Buuuut..." Sherry said.

Sherry slowly pressed herself against Michael until he was pinned flat against the wall. She pressed her forehead against his.

"Wait what? We just met, and we haven't had a ceremony!" Michael said in surprise.

"That's riiiiight, we haaaavent " Sherry sang.

"I want a taste. Just a taste to tide me over." Sherry thought.

Sherry shifted her head and brought her lips close to Michaels. They met, and Sherry immediately stuck her tongue in to claim her prize.

"Oh my heavens and demon realms! In all the universes and planes of existence, none hold a nectar as sweet as this . It coats my tongue and makes my insides quiver. I want more! Moooore! I can no longer live without it! " Sherry thought.

Sherry delved deeper into Michael's mouth and greedily slurped up all his saliva as much as she could. She coaxed his lips and tongue to make him produce more saliva, which she lapped up. Slowly she guided him towards and down onto the futon, where she finally broke the kiss.

"Sweetie, look out the window. Do you see what I see ?" Sherry sang.

"I can't see a thing. It's dark." Michael said slowly.

"That's my point. I said you would get laid tonight, and it is now night. I am going to screw you silly and formally become your wife." Sherry said excitedly.

"For real? Is this really happening? Monster girl or not, I had better put something on." Michael thought.

She slid down Michael's torso until she was level with his waist. Michael was reaching off to his right for the makeshift nightstand where he had stashed his newly purchased condoms, but it was just out of reach. He was pinned under her, so he could move towards the nightstand to get within reach. His arm sort of flailed around in his general right hand side.

"I'm going to devour you my delicious sweetie, and it's going to be wonderful!" Sherry exclaimed.

*Ziiiiiip

"Wait Sherry... I've never done this before! Slow down! I'm not ready!" Michael exclaimed.

"Oh if you say that sweetie I simply won't be able to hold back . I'm going to take your innocence awaaaay ." Sherry said seductively.

Sherry pulled his clothes out of the way and revealed his manhood to open air. She let out a long extended gasp.

"AH! There it is! It's... so... so beautiful!" Sherry thought.

Sherry impulsively grabbed it and hugged it to her cheek while humming happily. The scent of it filled her nose with the lingering odor of spirit energy. Her brain melted just as much as her smile, and her grin turned lopsided and silly.

"You like my two girls right? I saw you staring at them a lot today, so I'll use them to make you cum ." Sherry murmured happily.

She hooked a finger on her bikini top and tugged it off, causing her two large breasts to jiggle free. Cupping them on each side she squished Michael's manhood between them and rubbed them up and down.

"Fufu, you disappeared inside! I guess my massive mammaries are just too big for you to stick all the way through. Does my tittyfuck feel good sweetie?" Sherry asked, giggling.

Michael tried to answer but Sherry picked up the pace and made it come out as a moan instead.

"I shall take that as a yes " Sherry said, smiling.

*Rub rub rub

*Jiggle rub rub rub

*Thwack jiggle thunk rub rub rub

Several long moments passed with no other sound than moans and Sherry frantically rubbing on Michael, the sound of her soft squishy breasts resounding off the walls in the bedroom as they thwacked against his skin.

"Ahh... Sherry..." Michael gasped.

"I feel it, you're about to cum! Give me lots of cum sweetie! I want it all! Mark me as your wife forever more!" Sherry raved.

Michael bucked and let out a long extended gasp as every muscle in his body clenched at the same time. His eyes rolled up in his head and his eyelids fluttered halfway as he unleashed his load right in Sherry's cleavage.

*Splurt! Splooge spurt spurt spuurt

Michael's mind went white as he felt the longest orgasm he had ever felt in his life. Nothing he could have ever done to himself even faintly compared to what a succubus could do to him so easily. While he was climaxing, Sherry was down below moaning almost as if she was in as much pleasure as he was.

"It's sooooo gooooood ! Kissing is nothing compared to this! It's soaking into my skin and I can almost taste it on my tongue! Ha... ha... ha... I want more!" Sherry thought frantically.

*Lick

"AHHHH! It's so thick and rich! The highest quality! I want to eat it aaaaalll up !" Sherry thought.

*Mhhm lick lick

*Slop lick lick slurp

*Licklickslurplicksuckslurplicklick

Sherry's blow job became frantic and desperate sounding as she sucked as hard as she could, as if to draw out any remaining semen inside. Michael was ready almost immediately, and there was no warning when it came in a splurt much like the first time. Sherry let out a muffled cry as she gulped it down, and then panted happily.

"I got it all sweetie. I didn't lose a single drop!" Sherry said proudly.

Sherry slid forward and positioned herself over Michael while licking her lips. One of her hands slid down her stomach and between her thighs.

"I want it here next. Put it in me sweetie. Oh you couldn't possibly comprehend how pent up I am right now!" Sherry said impatiently.

"Wait Sherry! Just calm down, I'm not ready for that! I need a second!" Michael exclaimed.

Michael reached for the nightstand to his right again, but she snagged his hand and pinned it next to his head. Her face hovered right above his, and her breath smelled somehow sweet and lewd. The expression in her eyes was as lustful as they could be. The entire scene with their two naked bodies entwined and her hovering over him, fluids dripping from between her legs and sweat pouring off Michael, could only be described as utterly obscene.

"I don't want to wait. I'm tired of waiting because... I'm lonely too. I came for you because I knew what it's like, so I want you to stick your dick inside me and take away both our pain." Sherry whimpered.

"That doesn't make any sense!" Michael shot.

"It will. Soon it will be perfectly clear." Sherry said dreamily.

Sherry slowly lowered herself while guiding his manhood to her lower lips. The tip just barely brushed her dripping wet flesh, which made Michael shiver. She rocked her body forward and back slightly to paint her natural lubricants on his rod before she abruptly pushed herself down. Michael slid all the way in without even a tiny bit of friction, and they both cried out at the same time.

"Finally! You're in me! Ahh you taste so good, and it feels...AMAZING! Your dick... it's driving me wild!" Sherry cried loudly.

Sherry laughed out loud in glee while Michael gritted his teeth in an attempt to beat back the urge to cum just from insertion. Placing his free hand on her stomach and pushing, he tried to push her off and pull out. But every time his member got close to coming out it met a wall of resistance, whereas every time he inserted it deeper he felt no resistance. She was willfully controlling the muscles and flesh in her pussy to make it where the hole was far too small to let him out again but he could easily push it deeper at the cost of being trapped even deeper in her. He was completely stuck, and the final nail in the coffin was when she wrapped her legs around his torso and tugged him in tighter.

"We are together now as husband and wife bound by flesh. Feel my body that is encasing you. Feel my flesh caress and squeeze you tight. I'll never leave you alone again, we are one!" Sherry said cheerfully.

*Suck suck schlip schlip

Michael cried out at the stimulation of her pussy, which seemed to come alive with a mind of its own. He was on the ragged edge of losing his load. Every one of her breaths and even her heartbeat was transferring right through her walls, and he could feel them perfectly clearly.

"Cum. Cum for me. Give it to me! I want it! I want your body and your cum!" Sherry cried.

Sherry was doing the shimmy on top of him, swinging her hips side to side and rocking back and forth to provide as much stimulation as she could as hard as she could. She was going all out, to pound pleasure into him as hard as she could in order to wring out every single drop of spirit energy out of him.

"Sherry I... ahhh ahhhh ahhhh I can't... take... too hard..." Michael shuddered.

Suddenly he had a sensation, or vivid hallucination, flash through his head. It felt like his entire life he had been floating in a void all alone until some strange new creature came along and invaded his bubble and embraced him. Michael felt a connection form with her, unbreakable and unending in its power. He felt her weight against him, her touch all over his body. It felt like electrostatic and pressure right on his soul. His floating body was becoming engulfed, and instead of blackness he was suddenly surrounded by a pink light.

"I can see comprehension in your eyes. Fufu, very good sweetie. Now shoot your semen straight into my womb. Fill me up inside to bursting and mark me as your own inside too." Sherry encouraged excitedly.

*Schlip squelch

*Schlip smack squelch

*Squelch schlip squelch suck smack rub rub rub

"Oh oh oh! I'm coming! So muuuuu aaaaaahhhhh! AHHHHH It won't STOOOOOOOOOP!" Sherry thought.

Her sensitive succubus body was lit on fire with back to back endless orgasms. It was so intense that she lost the ability of rational thought and devolved into a creature intent on milking her mate. Michael didn't last long against her inhuman assault and finally climaxed like an atomic bomb. He clenched but Sherry instinctually clung to him and forced him to cum in her deepest parts, and she continued sucking on him to get every last drop. She was holding onto him impossibly tight with not only her legs but her pussy too.

"Muuu... sweet... filling me up... sticky inside... coating meeeeee " Sherry thought.

A sweet nectar filled her insides and permeated every cell of her body. If you took all the sweet things in the world and multiplied them by the number of stars in the night sky, condensed it down and stamped "happiness" on the bar, that is what it tasted like to her. Combine that with pleasure so intense that it could destroy a human's mind and that would give an idea of what that moment felt like to her. Kissing and tittyfucking could simply not compare because the sense of taste and pleasure was greatest in her womanhood. Saying it was instantly addicting is a vast understatement. In that moment her body became utterly dependent on Michael and his spirit energy. No longer would food satiate, or would any other man please her. Despite being a demon of great power, she was also effectively his prisoner. She literally could no longer live without him.

It took Sherry some time to recover from round one. The taste of Michael's semen was slowly fading and in its place was a deep longing for more. Despite how much he had given her, the sweetness was fading and her natural greed was kicking in. She clutched his face in her hands and smiled.

"Sweetie you are soooooo delicious ! Would you kindly... sweetie?" Sherry asked.

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"Oh dear, he fainted dead away. I wanted his first time to be unforgettable, but perhaps I was too hard." Sherry thought.

Sherry leaned down and inspected Michael's body unimpeded. She was using her opportunity to admire his male body without any rush.

"Tsk tsk. You still have a lot of spirit energy backed up sweetie. It's all left over from when your body consumed its own fat. Don't fret, I'll drain it aaaaaaall away ." Sherry said seductively.

Sherry came down on the unconscious Michael once more, and furiously screwed him through the rest of the night without stopping. She went wild with his unconscious body while planning her attack for the next day.