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The Succubus' Wedding Night Part One of The Succubus Bride Trilogy A fictional story, written by REIF DISCLAIMER: This is adult fiction with heavy transgender elements, if you find that in any way offensive then stop reading NOW. No character in this story is meant to resemble any actual person living or dead. This story is presented as part of a trilogy, the author highly recommends the sections be read in the correct order. (TSWN -> TSFBFW -> TSV) All rights are reserved by the author, excepting copyrights as noted. This is a non-commercial work of fiction. Don't Steal. Comments or feedback may be directed to [email protected]. Chapter 1 We know what we are, but know not what we may be. ~William Shakespeare~ A black arrow zinged through the air carrying the promise of death in its flight. It was aimed well by the small goblin creature perched on a rocky outcropping that had fired it down into the furious battle between a score of its comrades and two humanoid shapes below, but it had far to travel and its quarry, ever mindful of the danger of staying in one place too long, retreated behind the face of a boulder. The bolt of death struck rock instead of man causing the pointed weapon to ricochet closely, but harmlessly past the head of the mighty warrior that took shelter there. "This is going well," the armored juggernaut flatly thought as he counted the remaining scurrying foes against the wounds he had already sustained. The Titan had already dropped a number of attackers as he emerged from his brief shelter to again stand against the charging group. He came into stark profile on the rocky, scrub bitten ridge; the harsh reddish glow of the endlessly erupting nearby volcano lit his features in ash shadowed tones. The first goblin was having difficultly deciding how to get around the boulder and was an easy target; the Titan's sword cut it down but not before the rest of its comrades closed in. Individually, they were weak but in these numbers they could overwhelm even veteran warriors. The Titan held his ground and did his best to keep his shield arc in front of as many foes as possible but even with a careful dance of steel he was taking hits. He took another goblin down with a carefully executed backswing but the calculus of the battle was against him. The Titan inwardly sighed and accepted his imminent end, annoyed at how inconvenient his death, so deep here in the Scorch, was going to be. He half turned, checking to see if his compatriot had any chance of getting away intact and was relieved to see the yellow haired battle priestess deliver a critical hit with her large war hammer into the head of one attacking goblin, splattering her form fitting armor with gore. Using the opening, she cast a minor magic of renewal before resuming the cadence of her own battle. The Titan slightly smiled as the red bar above his head began increasing, the calculus of the fight had changed, it would be close, but victory was possible now. Slowly the number of attackers dropped, and with another gestured heal their victory became inevitable. Deciding to actually communicate with his partner the Titan paused and spoke with the click of a switch. "You know, you took your sweet time in getting that first heal off, I was just about dead," the warrior directly complained to the smaller woman across a massive field of glowing goblin corpses that had all come to rest in the exact same pose. The lithe priestess holstered her hammer causing it to disappear, and spoke in a rich baritone reply that was completely incompatible with the body it issued from, "Hey Zach, lay off, I sort of had my own set of problems there. As I recall by the way, one of us wanted to clear the outlying camps rather than make a beeline for the quest doodad. Oh right that was me! At any rate why don't you go take care of that last archer and grab the quest item. I'm going to be a minute looting all this," the priestess' response finished, her master's baritone voice ended with the soft click of a transmit button. The Titan ran up the hill and quickly dispatched the goblin archer, then grabbed the prominently displayed Sword of Ages (snarf) which hummed with a looped sound effect intended to convey the artifact's power, which might have been useful to the goblins that lay dead around it had they actually used it. That however would have required the goblins to think, and that was something their artificial intelligence wasn't capable of doing. Zachary Miller sighed at the obvious limitations of his favorite pastime and directed his Titan avatar back down the hill in time to see his partner in digital genocide finish loading enough weaponry to outfit a small army into a single small backpack. He reached for the transmit button again and stated to the Priestess' owner, "Well that's one piece of this quest, what next Scott? We could go get the Shield of Eons, up at the lava river." Zach rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the names these objects had, either a designer somewhere had a very subtle sense of humor, or he simply wasn't getting paid enough. Scott replied in his deep voice through his microphone while controlling his alluring avatar, "Actually I'm probably going to pack it in, we've got an early meeting tomorrow in accounting and you know how Ben gets cranky if he doesn't have everyone giving him their undivided attention at least 10 minutes before the time he actually schedules the meeting for. Besides I'm just not feeling it tonight." "Aw man Scott, you never want to do anything fun anymore, when was the last time we raided the Gnome city? I was sure that when you created that hot Battle Priestess that you were going to loosen up and be loads more fun." Zach spoke with a note of derision. "Hey, if I have to stare at the digital representation of a human ass for hours on end, it might as well be a woman's ass. Besides, its not like accounting is the same as IT where as long as the servers aren't on fire and e-mail works no one cares whether y'all are half asleep in the morning. If I make a mistake, Ben will spend the rest of the day riding me like a pony. On top of that, I don't know, don't you ever feel like we've gotten in a little of a rut?" Scott answered in a mix of irritation and weariness. Even as the puppet masters of both avatars directed them back to their virtual city, the soft light from two monitors that represented the digital looking glass that connected the two men softly played on their features and spilled out into their real homes beyond. The question had prompted a moment of quiet introspection between the two as they briefly inspected their lives and individually reached remarkably similar conclusions. Both men had long endured the mocking titles of nerd and geek, having met in school the two had conquered many imaginary dungeons together, fought across virtual stars, and had lively debates over whether certain films accurately depicted universes more interesting to the two than their own. While good friends, neither had actually intended to follow each other, and it was only circumstance that the two had ended up in the same town, working for the same company. Now with Scott firmly embedded in the accounting department of Inventech and Zach a valuable member of IT, both men diligently worked away during the day on mundane problems and relieved the monotony of their lives at night by sending their minds to more exotic locales, most recently the digital world of Warquest. The two were not exactly interchangeable. Scott had a cautious streak, had a decent number of books mixed in with his movie and anime collection, and the walls of his spartan home had a few interesting art prints as decoration. Zach was more aggressive and impulsive, his shelves practically groaned under his love of cinema, and his walls were a shrine to tacky posters with beautiful women significantly overrepresented in the mix. The moment ended as the tell tale hiss of escaping gas betrayed the opening of a carbonated beverage and was broadcast across Zach's microphone which he had inadvertently forgot to turn off. Zach silently grimaced as Scott's voice answered. "What ever that was Zach, it had better be diet or you're breaking your promise," Scott firmly spoke. "Oh yeah definitely diet, yum." Zach lied as he looked down at the 'ELITEmax' energy drink in his hand and thought about the half-drunk case in his fridge. His mind did its best to rationalize the broken promise, and he weakly tried to convince himself that the pounds he had been slowly packing on since college didn't make him THAT overweight. Quickly he tried to shift the subject. "You know I bet you've got one of those awful pineapple smoothies on your desk right now, those aren't exactly health drinks either, and you're practically addicted to them." Scott instinctively looked at the almost empty bottle of 'Hawaiian Pineapple Paradise' on the corner of his desk to the trashcan that was full of empties nearby, and then towards the 2 cases he had stashed in his kitchen. "Actually its soda tonight and at least my beverage of choice started out as actual fruit," Scott lied in return. Both men searched for a change in the subject as their avatars reached their destination. Zach found one first as they stopped to look at another player's Titan avatar which was nearly identical to Zach's but sported a massive sword with luminous runes down its length which glowed with a fiery halo of red light. Zach's reverent whistle was reproduced by Scott's speakers as Zach spoke, "Never seen one of those before, wonder where he got it?" "Judging by the effect, that's an epic-unique, which means it maybe the only one and he probably spent several months trying to get it. Do you really want to put in that kind of effort for a virtual weapon? Or is the acquisition of such a mighty phallic symbol in compensation for other short comings to much temptation to resist?" Scott mercilessly teased while his mind did an admirable job of blocking the memory of the time he had inadvertently discovered that Zach held a small edge in that department when he had foolishly barged into a bathroom as Zach had been relieving him self. "Oooohhhhh....That was a low blow, you bastard," Zach laughed before continuing, "Well, okay, we're a little burnt out on Warquest are we? Well what about Riley's tomorrow instead? We might get a chance to check out that cute redhead Stacy that's always hanging out there," Zach supplied the idea and waited for its acceptance. Riley's was a favorite of theirs. A weird combination of club and sports bar that had an admirable arcade and billiards section which along with the big screen TV's supplied ready diversions when the occasional patron of the fairer sex wasn't showing any interest in the two men. The owner was clearly trying to attract everyone and the wide spectrum of patrons denoted his success. "Riley's sounds good, see you after work then. Catch ya later" Scott made a note and then exited Warquest as he made his final preparations for a night's rest. Zach stayed a bit longer, interrogating his digital doppelganger as to where he had acquired his trophy. Chapter 2 The next day passed as all work generally does, slowly. A list of 'action items' from Scott's meeting and a virus released on the company network kept the two men busy for most of the day. With no reason to visit they existed in their own separate domains and, neither was in a particularly good mood as they finally pulled out of the company parking lot. Still the prospect of good company and maybe a cute girl or two lifted their spirits as they headed towards Riley's. There already at Riley's, a raven haired woman regarded the stream of patrons arriving after work disappointed in throng of humanity in the same way a lion might be inwardly disappointed at a herd of skinny zebra. For just as the zebra was the lion's prey, the men that streamed past were this creature's prey. Ironically, the men of a past age might have recognized the subtle signs that indicated the raven haired form before them was specifically designed to speak to their basest natures and lure them into the reach of the she-demon within. However, modern man had put his faith wholly in science and believed that his philosophy now knew all things that resided between heaven and earth. The wisdom of generations describing the existence of inhuman beings passed down in stories from every one of Earth's cultures was dismissed as fanciful superstition. Thus was discarded knowledge, along with the kernel of truth that since time immemorial a very unique type of predator had stalked the men of the world. It made things all too easy for the creature that now waited outside Riley's bar, as few men alive would have recognized the succubus for what she was. This was not its normal territory; an errand had carried it far from the teeming city that was its normal lair. Still the succubus was hungry in her travels and this was the best possibility of food around. She had all but completed the list of her likely targets as another unremarkable young man walked to the front door. His six foot frame did an average job of carrying the weight that had settled into his middle and other sections but would have benefited greatly along with the middling strength of his torso from more regular gym attendance. The short cropped brown hair did little to bring out the features of his face which again with a touch more muscle and stronger lines might have been generically handsome with its searching blue eyes. As it was the whole package was markedly average as the man entered the bar. A moment later another similar man, this one in far more need of regular exercise, walked across the parking lot. He might too have been unremarkably handsome under different circumstances but roundness had already masked a good deal of his mannish lines and was threatening to take more. An unruly, unkempt mass of short dark hair added little attractiveness to his face. Only a pair of intelligent hazel eyes revealed the possibility of an interesting soul inside. The watching succubus considered him at the bottom of her list as he entered the bar, but like any other dining patron wouldn't object to an additional selection on the menu. Zach shuddered slightly as he passed through the door into the cool, dim interior of Riley's bar. A shiver had gone up his spine as he had reached the door, and the hairs on the back of his neck were still standing up in response to the unwholesome feeling he had at the door. He quickly found Scott still deciding on seats near the arcade. Scott turned to greet Zach as he approached and his face took on a concerned look as he noted the unease still written on Zach's face. "You get the weird, cold feeling outside too?" Scott asked. "Yah, almost felt like I was being watched ... spooky," Zach responded. "Have you seen Stacy here tonight?" Zach asked, unwisely changing the subject away from the uncomfortable feeling that would be the only warning the two men would have that all was not right within their familiar haunt. "No, I haven't," Scott flatly supplied the answer. "You really seem to like her, why haven't you asked her out or anything?" "I don't think she likes me, every time I talk to her she gets real quiet and polite," Zach dejectedly said. Quickly their conversation fixated on Zach's supposed cowardice vs. the humiliation of being blown off by an attractive woman vs. Zach's preference that his romantic fantasies concerning one cute redhead not be dashed. Elsewhere in the bar, a strapping young man with handsome features inwardly cursed his luck as his girlfriend endlessly related the events of her horrible day not knowing her emotional clinging had just saved her boyfriend's life as the succubus gave up on getting the two away from each other. The succubus quickly moved on to her next target, a thin, sharp, weasel of man who made it clear he thought of himself as God's gift to women was standing at the counter doing his best to impress his prowess on a young brunette. The succubus stepped into a shadow and then changed. Her already ample breasts swelled up into voluptuous curves well past the natural limit of human genetics complete with matching augmentation scars as her lips over plumped with piped in collagen and thick lipstick. Impractically long ruby talon nails crept from the tips of her fingers. Her ass pulsed outwards as a 'tramp stamp' appeared on her lower back complete with a thong peeking out from the top of her skirt. Dark roots remained at the base of unnaturally even toned bleached strands of hair and her face relaxed into an impassive mask that hinted at the liberal overuse of botox which heavy makeup did its best to conceal. Her clothes changed slightly into a skimpier style that would draw stares from men and whispers of 'tart' from women. In a few passing seconds the illusion of a vain woman that was waging war against the passing of her youth with no regard for the overkill her surgeons were wreaking on her body as collateral damage was complete. She would play the part of the woman still desperate to be found attractive for her body even as it wilted, a favorite prey of the weasel like man she now in turn hunted. She stepped forward with come-hither smile on her face and drew the gaze of her quarry; the poor bastard never stood a chance as he saw the kind of woman he dreamed about even as she began worming her way into his mind. In a few short minutes she had him wrapped around her finger and a seductive naughty suggestion of a quickie behind the bar was hungrily accepted. The small part of his mind that screamed warnings of the predator hunger in the tart's eyes was completely ignored. The weasel- like man never even considered as he led his prize of conquest to a rear exit that it was he who was being led to his doom like a prize cow to the slaughter. A short distance away, Scott's verbal pushing to get Zach together with Stacy had backfired on him as Zach began listing women who he felt Scott was ignoring. "What about Debbie in Finance?" Zach ticked off. "She's always hitting on you." "Oh Debbie, Miss I'll hit anything with a penis and a pulse. I'll pass on the slut thank-you-very-much," Scott angrily retorted. "Okay, okay, so maybe she's not the best example, but my point is valid, you aren't the least bit flexible when it comes to women and the result is unlike that guy, you never get any," Zach pointed out emphasizing a couple formed of a thin man with an obvious tent in his pants leading an artificial blonde in several senses of the word passing nearby. "You find THAT attractive? A woman assembled by plastic surgeons is attractive to you?" Scott mocked. "It wouldn't be my first choice, but hey beggars can't be choosers. Boobs and the women attached to them come in many different flavors. You on the other hand will apparently ignore anything that isn't your favorite flavor," Zach exasperatedly stated. "What is that exactly?" Scott retorted in irritation and then instantly regretted setting Zach up. "Oh don't give me that crap," Zach spat out. "Scott Carver, I've seen the posters you hang on your walls, your favorite movies and anime, the books you'll reread over and over again, and your favorite video games. Want to know what they all have in common? NO DON'T ANSWER THAT, it was a rhetorical question. The thing they all have in common is they star the exact same kind of heroine. The young beautiful maiden, usually blonde, who finds great strength within herself and rises up to solve her own problem, the damsel in distress doesn't do it for you. Every night in Warquest you've been logging on and consciously or not you've been playing your ideal girlfriend, the pretty, snarky, ass kicker. I've got news for you Scott, as much as I hate to admit it the femme fatale with a heart of gold is a product of Hollywood and rarer than a unicorn in the real world, and if you can't compromise towards a more normal woman then you're never going to find love," Zach finished his angry rant. "I've gotta go pee," Zach angrily announced and then left before Scott could formulate a response. In a dirty ally outside, a man Zachary Miller didn't even know was pumping his hard penis into the vagina of a non-woman the man should have spent more time getting to know before initiating this intimate act. The non-woman smiled a cruel smile, caring not whit for the rough mechanical sex and bid her lover towards his peak. Finding the men's room as he had actually told the truth about needing to pee, Zach contemplated his words and the words Scott had bombarded him with earlier. He relieved himself, washed, and then stared in the mirror, coming to the same conclusion that his friend was coming to several rooms away. The rut both of them had felt wearing itself into their lives was rooted deep in a loneliness that called for an intimate closeness neither could provide the other. The simple answer was that both needed girlfriends. The mirror could provide no guidance to Zach and he turned to leave. He made it a few steps out the door before a bar employee came rushing down the hallway with a large cart. Trying to avoid being run over he flattened himself against a door marked 'employee's only' on the other side of the hall. The cart passed but as he relaxed the sucked in flab of his stomach came to rest against the push bar on the door and suddenly the door fell open behind him, unceremoniously dumping him to the ground in the room beyond. Relieved of the weight on the mechanism the door swung shut and latched with a click. Annoyed, Zach got up and tried to pass back through the door only to find it locked from this side. Looking around he surmised that he was in the bar's dimly lit loading dock. A door at the end of a ramp had a faintly glowing exit sign above which promised access to the bar's exterior. Zach turned back to the door in front of him and gave it a final push before deciding that he may as well take the outside door, it wasn't like walking around Riley's and back to the front door would kill him he thought. Not far away from where Zach now stood a man WAS dying. He had reached his peak a few seconds ago, but as his body tensed to deliver its load into the waiting vagina everything had gone very, very wrong. Suddenly, the artificially beautiful creature had locked its lips with his and started sucking in a way that no mortal woman could. He would have screamed but his very breath along with his mind and essence was inexorably pulled into the maw of the creature. A weak flail as ribbons of incalculable cold void penetrated his body was his final act as he died. The man didn't even hear the creak of an opening door not fifteen feet away to his right. Zachary Miller, had an award for 'wrong place at the wrong time' existed, would have qualified for its grand prize just then. It was several long seconds before his eyes shifted to accommodate the low light and then looking to his left beheld a sight that should have been relegated to one of his horror movies. A form, which for an instant more was recognizable as a man, was locked in a death kiss with a creature that aside from the dark tentacles of void reaching from its back into the hapless man might have still been mistaken for a mere woman. A final pulse of soft energy passed from the man and played on the ruby lips of the woman-thing before the empty husk of the man, clothes and all, disintegrated into swirling dust. Zach's mind didn't have the mental bandwidth to comprehend what he was seeing, and like a deer in headlights, for a crucial second he froze. His pause signed his doom. The succubus looked over to the newcomer and recognized the man that had witnessed the result of its feeding and smiled cruelly. Zach's mind finally processed the flee command and sent it to his frozen limbs, but he barely had time to turn before he was compelled by an awesome desire to embrace the creature and obey its every whim. Zach's mind fought the urge to a standstill helped by the constant reminder of what the woman- thing was as its eyes burned an unholy crimson. The succubus knew that trickery would not be sufficient here, but she was not above mocking the man further. Her features began shift again, auburn streaks shooting through her hair as her face morphed, in an instant she was a doppelganger for the girl this man knew as Stacy. The succubus wasn't really hungry anymore as she approached the mentally dominated man, licking her lips, her earlier kill had seen to that, but she could have eaten again. Then an idea occurred to her and she advanced with an even more sinister fate in mind for this man. There were none of her 'sisters' in this area, so no one could complain about their territory being infringed if she inducted this man into their demonic sisterhood, and traditionally new succubae were beholden to their unholy 'mothers,' so the succubus considered a win/win scenario and decided to forgo dessert in favor of a longer term prize. Zach could only watch helpless as this inhuman predator approached with him with malicious intent. The succubus bared her breasts but did not command Zach to mate with her. A sharp, jagged fragment of void crystal pushed from the top of her breastbone just above where her cleavage began, it pulsed in time with a crimson and sable hue that was more a shade of the void there than actual light. This time the tendrils arcing from her back seized the helpless man along with her arms and forced his jaw open and his mouth over the sharp point. The succubus began to draw essence from her second prey of the night, this time not to completely kill but weaken. Every fiber of Zach's being wanted away from the revolting thing he now had his lips forced over, but his body was no longer answering to his mind and the thing's grip was vice like. He felt himself pulled into the creature and futilely tried to scream. It was then that he felt something which was both intangible and solid fill his mouth. His throat tried to gag but the horrible ball only took his retching as an invitation and then slowly moved down his throat with wrongness more terrible than any he had ever felt. The ball finally settled into his chest before the demoness finally released him. Zach collapsed on the ground, a smoky wisp of unidentifiable composition evaporating from his lips. His conscious mind was in tatters and the only request his voice could vocalize in help was a low soft cross between a whimper and moan. The succubus rapidly shifted to a new disguise and leaning down whispered in his ear in a voice that held no hint of human compassion. "It's a real shame I can't stay and watch you get your first kill. I'd love to see the look on your face when you push out a nice pair of tits. As pitiful a man as you are, I don't see how you might worth anything as a daughter of Lillith, but you'll probably thank me the next time our path's cross. Welcome to the sisterhood you miserable bitch." With that, the inhuman creature sauntered out of the alley and left Zach to his misery. A full half hour passed before the same bar employee that had forced Zach's fateful detour found him lying in the alleyway. Inside Riley's, Scott was beginning to think Zach had blown him off and gone home after their argument. That instantly changed when he saw two large men, both bar employees, struggling with Zach's weight doing their best to get him to the front door. Scott sprang up and intercepted them. "ZACH, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" Scott yelled at the sweaty, pale, catatonic face of his friend. "You know this drunk?" one of the employees' asked in clear irritation from the unwelcome task. "He's my friend and he can't be drunk, he hasn't had anything to drink tonight!" Scott's mind raced as he answered the insult. "Yeah, I've heard that before, anyway where's your car, this guy ain't driving himself home." Momentarily distracted from the mystery, Scott took the place of one of the bar's employees and moved Zach's large bulk out to his car. Loading him into the back, Scott paused long enough to pay the bar to have a tow truck take Zach's car home and then had to consider what he was going to do with his friend. Zach had been out of his sight for half an hour and angry. Scott had never heard of someone getting falling down drunk that fast but his mind couldn't think of any other logical explanation. He tested Zach's pulse and breathing found them both steady if a touch weak, and so decided to take Zach home rather than to a hospital. A cold shiver ran up his spine again as an inhuman pair of eyes watched smirking in cruel satisfaction before their owner too turned to head home. At Zach's modest home Scott again struggled to move Zach, but eventually succeeded in getting him on top of his bed. Wearied both physically and emotionally, Scott watched his friend sleep for several long hours with guilt over whether his harsh words had driven Zach to this ruin. He noted with relief that his friend's deathly pale tone slowly improved along with the strength of his breath. Scott set an alarm clock before he too succumbed to his need for sleep, passing out in a nearby chair. Chapter 3 In dream space, Zach's subconscious mind did its best to push understanding through the mental block formed by the trauma of the night's events, hastily erected around the horrible memory to save his sanity. Zach found himself in a dim corridor lit by emergency lighting and filled with the soft patter of dripping water. A glance down to his body only heightened his anxiety as he slowly read the nametag as 'Generic Space Marine (Zachary)' on a suit of olive green body armor. He gulped as he recognized well the granddaddy of all space horror movies his mind was reenacting. He shouldered his pulse rifle and searched for an exit knowing it would not be long before an Alien found him. Prophetically, the motion detector on his hip began beeping his doom. He turned to face the oncoming threat sweeping his weapon over the hallway determined not to be taken by surprise. He nearly fired as a small girl ran down the hallway and up to him. She cried in front of him and his protective instincts overruled his caution. "Look out a monster!!!" she suddenly cried out and pointed behind him. Zach turned, swinging his weapon to bear on the indicated threat, but found only emptiness. He realized he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book as he turned back and found himself face to face with a strange Alien, woman shaped, but plated in black matte chitin. Its eyes burned a crimson red as in the center of its chest at the top of its inhuman cleavage a moist pulsing tube reached menacingly towards his face. He never got a chance to fire. The creature took him in its arms and forced the tube into his mouth. His dream self blacked out as something was forced down his throat. His dream self awoke in the ship's infirmary, and immediately he began screaming in anticipation of what was to happen next. A second later and he felt twin agonies trying to escape his chest. He kept screaming as he watched two familiar matte black plated breasts push from his chest. The medical equipment began buzzing in a repeating pattern and then the dream mercifully ended. The real Zachary Miller finally awoke to the buzzing of his alarm clock, in a cold sweat. He breathed heavily and his hand flew to his chest. For a terrifying instant he felt a protrusion there but then his mental fail safes kicked in and reminded him that he always had a protrusion there as his body had to put excess flab somewhere. Finally calming, he noted a piece of paper taped to his chest. He pulled it off, and read. "Zach, you passed out last night's at Riley's How much did you drink after you left? Your car is in the driveway. I'm leaving to go home and on to work. ~Scott Regaining his composure, Zach did his best to convince himself that the horrible nightmare was just that and mechanically readied himself for work. Driving in, his mind kept playing Scott's question of how he gotten intoxicated over and over but could find no answer. The memory of a door at the end of a loading dock creaking open and two disembodied burning crimson eyes played through his mind but always cut out before understanding was forthcoming. The first few hours went by relatively normally despite Zach's mental turmoil and Scott was relieved to hear he had made it in. However, just after lunch as one of his male coworkers bent over a low counter to move a printer he inadvertently gave Zach an excellent view of his tensed ass. Deep inside Zach a twinge of desire sparked to life. It surprised him but he was able to mentally douse the spark, killing it, and did his best to forget it had ever happened. That resolution lasted until it happened again ten minutes later. Quickly his mind became preoccupied with putting out the sparks of desire and lust for the various men moving around his workspace. He did his best to shut out the world other than his work but ignoring the problem did not make it go away. With each passing hour the sparks grew hotter and extinguishing them became more difficult. By the end of the day he was a mental wreck. Deciding that the key to the hole in his memory lay at Riley's he drove like a madman there as soon as he could get away. His mind boiled as he half ran across the parking lot. At the front door he paused as the memory of a cold shiver flashed through his mind as his subconscious desperately tried to impart the clues he would need. Inside he made a beeline for the table he had sat at last night. He pushed through the increasing number of lustful pings he felt as passed by the occasional man. At their table his subconscious supplied another image, that of a passing thin man and an artificial blonde. He moved to the rear of the bar and paused before the restroom door before turning and staring at the door to the loading dock slightly down the hall on the other side. He whimpered in fear as he moved in front of it without remembering why. Steeling himself he opened it and passed through into the loading dock beyond. Almost immediately the door to the outside still marked with its indifferent exit sign drew his attention like a cobra draws the gaze of a rat. He slowly approached it, the terror he felt growing with each step. Yet still he couldn't recall why this door held so much power over him. He could barely look at it as he stepped back and then threw himself through determined to overcome this nameless fear. Again for an instant he winced at the change in light and then again looked to his left. For a terrifying instant a silhouette passed across his memory and focused on a spot fifteen away, then he could take no more. His mind recoiled and he fell to the ground whimpering as two burning crimson eyes filled the record of his memory. Eventually, he regained some composure but still had trouble fixing his vision on that horrible spot of ground. Even had he been able too, there was no evidence he could have found there. Eventually, his revulsion for that space which otherwise was a normal trash filled alleyway forced him away. As he drove home the repeating clues his mind had supplied cycled over and over always tied together but never granting understanding. What they did tell him was that liquor had nothing to do with his current state. His conscious mind knew something horrible had happened but couldn't piece together what. That night passed slowly, no diversion he had could tear his mind away from the growing sense of dread he felt. In dream space his Alien dream replayed it self over and over. Each time in the infirmary his body became more like the Alien woman creature. In between acts, visions that could have been cut from any number of porno movies became increasingly graphic; the fact that in every one of them he was the woman was horrifying. By morning he was terrified of both the alien woman creature he was increasingly becoming in dreams and the fact that in the last rough sex vision, he had sunk his teeth into the neck of his lover and he had enjoyed it. Morning finally brought an end to the nightmares, but no rest. Zach knew he had to get help but from whom? A psychiatrist would think him mad. It dawned on him that there was only one person in this town that could vouch for his recent sanity and he quickly picked up the phone to call Scott. He cursed at the clock as he realized that Scott would already be at work given that his visions had kept him asleep well into the morning. He weighed his options and then decided he had to risk it, he was going to walk into a building filled with men in search of his friend. It still took time to convince himself that this was his only option. His drive in was filled with doubt as policemen, passing pedestrians, and other motorists all lit off surges of electric heat in his body and bade him get out and offer himself to them. He could still control the urges but they were getting significantly stronger as the hours passed. He reached Inventech and thought how best to reach Scott in the accounting department while keeping the number of men he passed to a minimum. He was doing well until in the hallway just outside accounting he ran into Scott's arch nemesis Ben. Ben looked over the disheveled and sweaty Zach and muttering about the standards for IT personnel he stepped up and politely greeted Zach, he wanted to have a word with him. A pained look crossed Zach's face as Ben got too close and lit off the biggest bloom yet of electric heat in Zach's core obliterating all understanding of Ben's words. Fortunately for Zach, Ben was too engrossed in his own idea to see the look of feral lust that crept into Zach's features. In Zach's memory he recalled what Scott had said about this man and the inhuman urges twisted the metaphor. Suddenly Zach wanted this man to ride him like a pony in a wholly unchaste way. Zach's male mind surged back into control. "NO, NO, NOOOO, IT'S NOT RIGHT, IT'S NOT RIGHT, NOT LIKE THAT!!!" Zach blurted out screaming trying to blot out the image from his mind while knocking his head against the wall. "Okay, okay, if we can't wire a network like that, then we won't. Sheesh, you don't have to get so passionate about it," Ben rolled his eyes and turned to walk away muttering again about the idiosyncrasies of the firm's IT department. Zach got a hold of him self and moved on finding Scott. Scott was pleased to see him for a second which died as he got a good luck at the disheveled wreck of his friend. "ZACH, what the hell is wrong with you, you look like you've been on a weeklong bender. You're going to get yourself canned if anyone important sees you," Scott pronounced in a whispered hiss. "Scott, I know this is going to sound absolutely bat shit insane, but something happened the other night at Riley's and I can't remember what. There's something inside me now and it wants me to do horrible, unspeakable things. I need help," Zach pleaded hoping his friend would believe him. "Of course you can't remember, you pickled your brain that night and now you've probably gone and given yourself a mental breakdown, you need help but its going to have to come from a psychologist, not from me. Come on we'll go and..." Scott trailed off as he put his hand on Zach's shoulder, he too could feel the strange electric heat his touch set off in Zach, and in turn as it jumped across to his mind he too felt a twinge of driving lust. A desperate look crossed Zach's face and then he knocked away the offending hand letting the fire start to fade. Zach spoke with complete conviction, "Scott I know you felt that buddy that is what I've been feeling for two damn days now and its only been getting worse. One, alcohol does not do that, and two, I know for certain that I hadn't a thing to drink before whatever caused this happened and I'll swear on whatever you want me to swear on that not a drop of liquor passed my lips that night." Scott nodded and then carefully spoke, "Okay, that was not normal, but what are you going to do? What do you want me to do? Zach replied in frustration at the lack of a solution, "I don't know. I've got to remember what caused this in the first place. It's like every time I think about it, my mind shuts off. Scott I need you because you're the only guy that can say that he's absolutely certain that I wasn't crazy before we went to Riley's two days ago. Also, that thing that passed between the two of us, that's been happening every time I come into close proximity to another man. If this goes on much longer I'm afraid what might happen if I try and go anywhere by myself and bump into another man." Scott formulated a quick plan on how to get Zach out of the building, and then wrote a quick e-mail hoping his excuse that Zach had swelling on the brain and needed medical help would keep them from losing both their jobs. The two did their best to get back to the parking lot without being seen or alternatively acting like nothing was wrong. The net result was the two looked like the bumbling villains in a caper. Still, no one had a reason to challenge the two as they left and soon two cars pulled into Zach's driveway. Given a mystery ailment that they couldn't figure out the two went to the first resource that geeks always go to, the Internet. That afternoon and evening the two swapped back and forth burning up Zach's connection looking for the tiniest shred of information that could provide some answer to the mystery. Scott focused on mental disorders much to Zach's annoyance and Zach focused on otherworldly beings to Scott's annoyance. By late that evening the two had unearthed a mountain of information containing outlandish stories, crackpot conspiracy theories, and echoes of the mythos that warned against strange women. Unfortunately like many mountains of internet data, with no direct correlation to what was happening to Zach it provided tangential help at best. Finally, unable to keep himself awake any longer Zach finally admitted he needed sleep though he knew the horrors that would find him there. Scott started to pull up a chair but Zach thought better of it and sent him to the old couch in the living room. It was not long before Zach's nightmares recommenced. In the next room over Scott tried to deny the sounds he heard coming from Zach's room. The grunts, moans and squeals had the completely wrong tonal pitch but their cadence and overall effect was brutally obvious, Zach's dreaming noises were those of a woman in the throes of passion. For the first time in this fiasco, the seriousness of the situation was driven home to Scott and he quietly braced the door and resolved that he would not sleep that night. Scott turned on the TV trying to drown out the unwelcome noise and guzzled Zach's energy drinks silently thankful that Zach had some on hand. Soon the looping late, late news came on again. Most of it was filler and Scott struggled to stay interested. Then an eerily familiar photo appeared on the screen. The anchorwoman continued, "Also police are searching for Crandall Smith who was last seen at Riley's Bar and who has been missing for over two days. Police are searching for a person of interest described as a Caucasian female who may have been a prostitute. Witnesses were oddly unable to provide any details, and the police are asking anyone with information on Mr. Crandall Smith's disappearance to come forward," Scott recognized the mug shot as the weasel like man in Riley's bar that had led a blonde towards the rear of the building. He concentrated and then realized that despite having looked directly at her, he couldn't for the life of himself describe any of her features. It was like she was a ghost in his mind. A note of fear crept into his voice as he asked the universe in general, "What the hell is going on?" An exceptionally loud moan from Zach's room only reinforced the question as Scott counted the minutes until morning. Zach's dreaming mind was creating an unending stream of horrors for him. His Alien influenced dream again repeated over and over always bracketed by flowing images of graphic sex that often ended with him killing his partner, always with him as the woman. Finally towards dawn his Alien dream reached past a certain point with him becoming a clone of the Alien-woman. His mind both revolted at and loved the following hunt where one by one he hunted down his former comrades and feasted on their flesh. In the final scene he replayed the sequence in the hall, except this time he was the little girl. His dream self woke to the relative sanity of the parking lot of Riley's bar two days ago. In black and white he walked in slow motion towards the door. As he approached the threshold the cold feeling returned and then in his minds vision the camera panned and there at the corner of the building was a crimson shadow set with burning eyes watching him. Zach realized he was looking at the replay of the night's events as recorded by the deepest parts of his subconscious. Time advanced and as he sat at table near the arcade the crimson shadow moved inside and up to the counter taking on the platinum blonde's form. The weasel like man talked to it and then led her past their table. A moment later, Zach found himself walking the same path to the restroom he had taken that fateful night. Zach realized the path he was about to take from the clues of his earlier investigation and desperately tried to alter the events of his minds recording, but nothing he could do would change that inevitable meeting. He was simply along for the ride as he fell through the service door and out to the loading dock, his mind could see the crimson blob on the other side of the gray wall but he was powerless to stop the strides of his dream self's feet. He could only whimper as his dream self stepped through the final door and the memory of that horrible encounter finally played out for his conscious mind. After the crucial encounter had ended it was at the point that something different from everything that had passed before touched him. It was as if a very small quiet presence had made itself felt; now his mind set before him two very different sets of images. In one set he relived the montage of disturbing porno films and in the other a series of warmer images came through. In the second set his shadow stood before an altar with a shadow of man. Then his shadow merged with the man's and reemerged with a woman's profile. Finally the two stood together in an embrace while time marched on. It ended just as Zach awoke, feeling a clarity that had denied him for the last three days. He had a solution, it would cost him dearly, but the alternative put steel into his choice. Chapter 4 It did take a moment for him to get Scott to release the door, and as soon as they stood face to face the electric lust returned. Zach was still able to power through it though and noted that even bleary eyed Scott had been able to put out some breakfast. He mechanically ate before turning to his friend. "I know what happened to me," Zach flatly announced. "Does it have anything to do with a Crandall Smith, the weaselish guy who was leading that blonde out to the back at Riley's?" Scott questioned while dreading the answer. "Yeah it does, she ate him," Zach softly stated. "Ate him?" Scott questioned again hoping he hadn't heard right. "Yes, I went to the restroom. I got pushed through a one-way service door out onto the loading dock. I decided to go out the back door to get back in, and the succubus, a real succubus, the blonde, was eating Mr. Crandall in the back alley. He disintegrated. Then she saw me. I couldn't move. Then she violated me. She was full so she didn't eat me; instead she forced a succubus seed down my throat. After that I assume you or someone found me. Now, this thing inside me has been growing and maturing. Before long it will overpower my self-control. I'll throw myself at some man and by consuming his male essence I'll become a succubus too. I'll also kill the poor bastard in the process," Zach impassively stated the sequence of past events before choking out the possible future, finishing by placing his face in his hands. "DAMN," Scott cursed, the implications of Zach's statements almost too big to consider, and began to reach out to his friend in comfort but thought better of it and drew his hand back. "There is a solution but its not one either of us is going to like." Zach was dreading explaining this part. "Really, what is it?" Scott brightened at a possible ray of hope into this madness. "I have to get married," Zach spoke with determination. "Whoa, you don't get just get married. We can't just ask some random woman to marry you; they'd never go for it. Even if you sent for one of those Russian mail order brides it would take time," Scott spoke his hopes suddenly dashed. "Not a woman Scott. Marrying a woman doesn't fix this. I need a man; I have to marry a man because its male energy I need. There are three paths I can take out of this mess. One, I screw some random guy and turn into a female succubus. Two, I marry a man who provides the male energy I need. I turn into a female quasi-succubus and avoid the whole murderous hell-bitch part. Three failing any possibility of number two, I do something which prevents number one and anything else permanently," Zach's final option added an enormous weight to the conversation which drew it to silence. Scott mulled the given options before coming to a fearful realization. "Oh god, you...you want me to marry you!!" Scott exclaimed. "You're the only one who would," Zach quietly pleaded. "BUT YOU'RE A MAN!!!" Scott fixated on the most intractable problem. Zach sighed, "I am now, but I don't think that's going to be true much longer. I can't explain how, or why, but I know that if I get married to a man who means it then I can live on even if it's as a woman. Please, Scott, old friend, it's you or no one, and its a matter of my life and death," Zach could only hope Scott would find his argument convincing. It was Scott's turn to place his head in his hands and silently contemplate this momentous decision that had been laid at his feet. He thought of the enormous ramifications of his answer and the two lives he held in his hands. Finally, after a long pause he spoke in defeated tones. "Alright, assuming I'll do it, how would we. We can't exactly walk into a church and get married with you looking like that. Someone's going to notice that there are two grooms and no bride. Also I'm gathering that you need this done soon," Scott ticked off the daunting problems without elaborating his implicit consent. Zach readily answered, "They do free services occasionally as community outreach to the poor down at St. Matthew's. I've heard its mostly small stuff like baptism's and christenings, but that they'll do quick weddings. I think tonight is one of those nights. I'm not sure how much lead time they need or what it takes to schedule though." "Alright, you go get cleaned up, you can't look you've been through hell if we're going to pull this off. I'll find out what it takes to get a wedding at St. Matthews," Scott firmly instructed. After three days Zach was ready for a shower, but the flashes of electric heat and lust were unwelcome as he scrubbed his skin. After that fresh round of mental torment on top of everything that had come before he found that there was no way he could put a razor to his face, his hands simply wouldn't stop shaking. Scott was barely in a better mood. A long night with no sleep had given way to an unthinkable situation. Still, he put his sharp mind to the task and before long he had confirmed that yes St. Matthews was holding community services that night, yes he could get a bare bones marriage ceremony on a first come first serve basis, but he would need to present a marriage license. Scott hung up now faced with the prospect of having to hoodwink the state now as well. It would have to be done, along with securing a minor miracle to convince everyone at both institutions that Zach was a woman. Zach stepped out his room dressed and relatively clean for the first time in several days. He tamped down the automatic surge of lust that appeared whenever Scott came into sight. "Plan?" Zach asked. Scott thought and responded, "One you stay here and don't do anything while I grab a decent suit. Two, I'm back in twenty minutes and we go downtown to the courthouse and get a marriage license. Three, we find something that we can use to pass you off a woman, the thrift store near the church is probably our best bet to get something without getting questioned. Four, we hope St. Matthews doesn't see through it and marries us. Five, we come home and pray you're right for both our sakes." Zach nodded and the plan went into motion. The first part was easy and true to his word, Scott was back in twenty three minutes. Two was harder by far. Simply walking into the courthouse downtown filled with men was a special hell for Zach. Each minute for him became a battle for him to contain his succubus lust. Scott sensing the urgency quickly requested a marriage license and filled in everything he knew. Coming to the bride's name he moved to the corner that Zach was occupying while trying to keep the most distance possible between him and other men. Had anyone been paying attention they would have seen an odd sight as the two exchanged the clipboard at arm's length. Zach thought through a list of names and scribbled something down. He was disappointed in the fact that he really didn't have the time to give the subject its fair due and chided himself for not thinking about it on the way over. How often do you get to decide what everyone is going to call you for the rest of your life? He grabbed another piece of paper and practiced the unfamiliar signature before signing the license and handing it back to Scott silently realizing he was signing the end of his legal existence. Scott quickly read the jotted name while pausing for a moment hoping the mannish signature itself wouldn't give the thin ruse away. Miss Zoe Miller, Zach had signed. Scott inwardly cringed at new unfamiliar name but was slightly glad that Zach hadn't tried something asinine like Zachia. The overworked clerk mechanically took the clipboard and read. "Congratulations, I'm sure you two will be very happy." The clerk spoke without any real meaning. Looking around though she noted, "Both of you have to be here, Miss Miller has to be present before the license can be notarized." "Oh she is we just didn't realize we both had to come to the window, I'll be right back with him," Scott almost kicked himself for the mental slip in the lie as soon as he said it, but thankfully the overworked clerk hadn't really been paying attention and missed the importance of Scott's mangled pronouns. Momentarily defeated, Scott again considered his options and decided that if he was already misrepresenting everything else today he might as well go hog wild and misrepresent his erstwhile fianc?. He spied an obviously bored young woman and did his best to avoid looking conspicuous as he approached her. She stiffened at his approach and pointedly said, "Look, whoever you are I just came to pay my property taxes, I'm not looking for a boyfriend." Scott did his best to seem honest as he answered, "Of course not, I came to get a marriage license without realizing that my fianc? had to come as well. They won't accept it without her being her even though she's already signed it. Would mind playing her for five minutes? I'm just trying to get through the bureaucracy...There's a twenty in it for you," Scott softly added at the end. Convinced she was aiding love, but more interested in money for nothing, the young woman played along and thus problem number two was conquered though Scott noted with increasing alarm at how many lies and crimes he was speaking and committing in the service of a greater good. Disaster nearly struck as they walked back across the parking lot. A number of young toughs were loitering in the parking lot hurling insults indiscriminately. They were an annoyance to Scott, but the demon seed in Zach latched on to the leader who practically radiated aggressive male energy from his shirtless form which called to the dark thing inside Zach. The leader of the toughs mistook Zach's feral lust for a challenge and beckoned him over. Zach lost it; this punk of boy was going to be his first. He was already pulling an image from the punk's mind of a common street whore and advancing to make it happen when another man's arm grabbed him in a horse collar from behind and drug him to the pavement. Enraged, he turned on the interloper only to get a fist to the gut from a steel eyed Scott that dropped him to the pavement and for the moment returned his sanity. The toughs taunted him mercilessly as Scott finally got Zach into the car. "Oh god, I lost it there, the only reason I'm not screwing that dip shit right now like a common whore is the fact you saved me," Zach wailed, "This has to happen tonight, I won't last another day like this." Scott signaled his assent with silence. Up to that point the possibility of Zach winding up at result number one had still been slightly abstract. The near catastrophe had reinforced that possibility and given Scott doubts as to whether Zach would even get the chance to put result three into effect if it came to that. The certainty that he now held Zach's life in his hands was brutally reinforced. The old thrift shop near the church had seen better days, but it was still well stocked with various odds and ends. The two men entered and were thankful for the light crowd. "What all are we looking for?" Zach whispered before grimacing as the automatic surge of primal lust shot through him as he got within three feet of Scott. Scott warily noted the bulge in his friend's pants before answering, "We need something we can use as a wedding dress for you, something we can use as wedding rings, a veil, and probably a wig. Anything like a corset would be gravy." Zach inwardly flinched at the mental image of him self in a corset but dutifully began their search. A long hour passed before they found any of the items. Then they found a box of old costumes one of which might have at one point been a white ball gown that had belonged to a very large woman. Adding a white scarf, and swath of nearly opaque cheese cloth the two had the pieces of a hideous jerry rigged wedding gown that no sane bride would have been caught dead in, but fashion in this case took a back seat to matters of survival. The increasingly desperate search finally turned up a brown woman's wig that had seen better days and two battered cheap brass rings. The best Zach could come up with was a large bra that he hoped might fit him, though his male mind again flinched at the realization that if this worked this would not be the last time he wore such a garment. Time was not on their side and they had no more it. Paying, they quickly returned to Zach's house and did their best to craft a womanly illusion from the so called 'success' of the third goal that even Zach had to admit was pretty poor. Scott's stomach churned turning around his certainty that this laughable disguise would only result in Zach and himself being led off by police officers from the church with almost guaranteed horrible doom to transpire the moment Zach was thrown into a jail cell in close proximity with hardened criminals. The thought of Zach's end and the following massacre that situation would create drove Scott on through his fatigue. Still, it was almost impossible to make Zach's 6ft overweight, bulky form look the least bit girlish. Accepting that it was the best they could do, the two packed the dress into a bag and headed for the church. Arriving as dusk fell, Scott ran on mental autopilot through the deepening shadows as he scouted a route devoid of men for Zach to use. Finding an unused bathroom, Zach ducked inside while Scott did his best to guard the door without looking like he was doing so. Inside Zach was going through his first transformation of the night. This one unlike the one promised by the surging electric heat which now incessantly clawed at this thoughts with a relentless determination was unimpressive. He finally emerged from the restroom looking more like a white clad mummy than a blushing bride. Only the large bra now stuffed with toilet paper like some strange schoolgirl gave Zach any kind of womanly shape. With his nearly opaque veil blocking his sight Zach was having trouble navigating. Scott was forced to take his gloved hand and lead him to the chapel which nearly did both in as the heat arced across the physical connection. By the time the two were standing in the chapel Zach was acutely aware of his throbbing member under his dress and the lust that ran across his mind like nails on a chalkboard. Scott too was affected and tried to regain his composure enough to look like he wasn't trying to pull off the most massive scam of his life to date. A thin, worn, elderly lady accepted Scott's marriage license writing the names on a clipboard and took it up to Father Wesley who would be presiding. The two looked it over and Scott prayed for a miracle that his friend who might as well been wearing a white burqha would be accepted as an eligible woman. Up by the altar Father Wesley looked over the odd couple. Fortunately for Scott and Zach he had been doing this for decades and over the years he had seen many odd couples formed by men and women who's problems and hard living, some self-inflicted, some not, had left them as rougher examples of humanity. Now as his long-time assistant Susan brought him the clipboard he made a silent judgment of sin which benefited the strange couple but was comically wrong. Susan handed him the clipboard and softly whispered her own thoughts echoing his own exactly. "Mr. Scott Carver and Miss Zoe Miller, says first marriage which I believe the way they're jumpy as they are. With the way she's bundled up with that belly and bosom she's got a baby inside if I'm not mistaken. Terrible thing to do to a girl, I hope he's ashamed of making her go through this." "Well Susan, at least he's marrying the girl even if he shouldn't have waited seven or eight months past his sin to do so. Lord forgive them their sins, amen. We can at least do this ceremony and have the child born in wedlock," the good father replied. With that he nodded and beckoned Scott forward. Scott reached the altar and did his best to give the old priest a weak smile at the shallow relief he felt. He nearly jumped out of his skin as Susan pressed a button on a tape recorder and an old worn tape played the wedding march. Scott could only inwardly sigh as he considered how he had wanted to hear that familiar song and how absurdly different fate had turned out to be. Slowly, trying not to break the illusion Zach mounted the steps and came to face the same altar. The good Father began. "Dearly beloved we are gathered here today...." Truthfully, neither was really paying attention, as both of them now wrestled with an unwelcome choice. For Scott since at breakfast this morning he had mentally been postponing the finality of his decision. He had no more time left to do so as the priest spoke the words of his union with another man. Even considering Zach's promise that this night would leave things more compatible, Scott still had to consider whether he could actually go through with it and force Zach into a new role as his wife. He would essentially be destroying his friend's existence in service of himself and whatever thing Zach would wind up becoming. Scott's analytical mind sought for the solution to the myriad variables in the calculus of his decision. Fina