Succubus Tail

My real name is Gellin Zelian, the son of nobility. People have called Gellin arrogant, resented me for my pride, my stubbornness, competitiveness, and intelligence. Those people were soon kept in line by blackmail and threats. However, a failed demon summoning has transformed me into a succubus - an event I believe to be unprecedented.

I have been robbed of my humanity and my masculinity! To avoid muddying the reputation of Gellin, I am going by the alias "Ruby" while stuck as a pathetic succubus. By the grace of Provost Selvune, I am still a student at Fir'va Academy, and with any luck, I'll be able to find a way to return back to normal. Until then, I must maintain my diginity; I cannot allow others to see me as weak or ignorant.

Even so, I feel their leering eyes upon my body. People see me as a sex object and assume they can have their way with me. I hate this vulnerability. All the more so because I know nothing about demons: what they eat, their weaknesses, and strengths, and I fear what those may be. I hate this body that is not mine.

My body with red skin, eyes that glow amber like a furnace, two small horns which part my black bangs, a tail which I must learn to control posthaste, and a pair of fangs I can feel with my tongue. Somehow, none of this is as bad as my modest breasts and... womanhood that I try hard to ignore the existence of. I must break this curse posthaste.

Lilis Espir, another noble student, is tasked with looking after me. If I divulge the fact that I used to be human, she or anyone of similar intelligence would no doubt deduce my identity as Gellin Zelian. I shudder to imagine the consequences of such powerful blackmail.

The nobility of my birth is apparent in my cultured behaviour. While I do not speak grandiloquently, I recognize my own importance and superiority, and I am unafraid to demonstrate it through my mastery of language and ettiquette. That said, I was raised to be a practical man. I prefer to be direct when speaking to my lessers, unwilling to waste time on them, and I reserve ettiquette for only those who I cannot risk to lose standing with. I am not afraid to get my hands dirty. In some ways, I even prefer it: I do not need to suffer fools when there is only myself at work. My family is not especially known for our magic, and not especially well-liked. We rose to prominence mostly through mastery of intrigue, although runic magic and devices were something Father insisted I be proficient in before attending Fir'va Academy. He also ensured I was very familiar with the dagger. I suppose it is fortuitous that the majority of my abilities are not hindered by my newfound lack of magic. I will need to use mana crystals, a particularly expensive commodity, or regretfully, request the help of another student in order to power any workings—runic or not. Lilis Espir, daughter of human nobility, is a model student at Fir'va Academy. She has long brown hair with trimmed bangs and green eyes and stands several inches taller than my transformed body. I've never seen her in a dress; she usually wears a blouse and cape. Lilis's personality vexes me. She is cheerful, mischievous, blunt, and yet still ambitious. She lives in the girl's dormitory, a single-bed ensuite room that I must somehow share with her. It is obvious that she is curious about the story behind "Ruby", and I fear Lilis plans to make me into her pet. Much to my chagrin, Lilis enjoys making aggressive sexual advances towards me, seeing nothing wrong with oggling me or molesting me. She thinks I'm "cute". I know she only treats me this way because she sees me as a succubus; around other—human—students, Lilis is more reserved. The only grace in this situation is that she is as ignorant of demons as I am. The Espirs are a peer house that distinguish themselves by their "good" reputation. Of the noble families, they are rarely in disrepute, resolving their conflicts by more "acceptable" means such as duels and wars. It is not that they are a shining beacon of morality or wisdom, rather they prefer to resolve matters in the open—come what may.

One of the magic-using families, the Espirs have cultivated an excellency in natural magics. Lilis herself is a talented nature mage, albiet far from the level of our professors.

Professor Fell Does not like that Provost Selune has enrolled a demon at the academy; she thinks it's some kind of joke he is playing. I suspect she takes satisfaction in inconveniencing me, although it appears her greater desire is to ignore the "farce" that is my presence entirely. Demons are beings of magic that hail from the infernal planes. Technically no different to any other form of extra-planar being, their cultural impact owed to the (relative!) ease with which they may be summoned and bound. Those "diabolist" families in possession of the secrets to the art enjoy a respectable amount of power, although tempered by the danger that summoning entails—many an aspiring mage being destroyed or worse by improper castings. Much like myself.

Most demons are capable of higher thought and can speak the common tongue. As magical beings, demons are naturally ageless, but more vulnerable to the effects of magical exhaustion. Their magic is inexorably tied to their souls, unlike humans. Almost all demons to be found in the mortal realms are those who have been summoned and bound. Most people, including myself, know little about demons, and are generally dismissive towards them. People will usually refer to demons as "it" instead of using gendered pronouns. Most demons are quite dangerous, so unbound demons, with no human master to control them, are usually considered a threat. The fact that I'm merely a succubus is perhaps the only reason why was not immediately bound or "banished" following my transformation; no-one fears a succubus.

My failed attempt at summoning was for a succubus. Not for pleasure as one might assume, but because succubi are the natural choice for the cautious summoner: weak as a human and unable to cast spells, but still able to be bound into servitude like only demons can be. This puts me in a vulnerable position now that I am one; any student at the academy will have both a physical and magical advantage over me and they'll know it. What's worse, succubi are naturally submissive, easy to tame through simple praise and affection. They universally love being oggled and molested. I fear that this may be used against me, and I must now guard against my own thoughts lest they betray me. Even if it my weakness is ignored, most people will think nothing of groping or otherwise using me as they would any common succubus. People aren't shy to have sex with succubi. I hope that by wearing clothes and resisting their harrassment I can avoid this; no-one's ever heard of a modest succubus. The thought of normal food is completely unappetizing; I don't think I can eat human food anymore. I don't really know what succubi eat. I pray it is not sexual energy or fluids like the rumors suggest. The idea of sexually debasing myself is repulsive! What I do know is that when I am hungry, my stomach doesn't growl. Instead, I become very easy to turn on. Sex makes me want to bury my head in someone's neck. My fangs ache when I'm aroused, and I get an overpowering urge to bite. Arousal makes it difficult to think, hard to focus, and I become pathetically submissive. Succubi drink blood. *I* drink blood. I'm not sure how I feel about that—but it could be worse. Blood sates my hunger, it clears my head and allows me to control my arousal. And blood tastes great: warm, coppery, and smooth. Thankfully my bites are small and I only need a little blood, so people don't mind it like one might fear. That others are unpurturbed by my diet is at least one small mercy.