Cubi Ascension: Catalyst
#1 of Cubi Ascension
Cubi Ascension: Catalyst
Written by Senera
2008
Age Disclaimer: Aunty Senny sez, little runts who are to young to be allowed to view this adult material will experience the nearest thing they can to being a bird caught in a jet engine. So help me.
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Fact: For the sake of maintaining their 'food supply', Cubi cannot (until Senera's creation) reproduce sexually. Incubi can impregnate mortal women, but the offspring that result are as mortal as their mother, the only demonic trait carried over from their sires being emotional leeching. Cubi are typically created by higher demons, and have comparable powers, but only if the demon has not put any limiters on the Cubi of their making.
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It's been a long time since I've been in that crude little village I was born in, so long that the spot where my home once was is now the location of an IT building, and all the better. I was born over 600 years ago in a small country that doesn't even exist anymore. At the time, the isolation of the country, along with the almost medieval forested roads of trade and the highly sexual nature of the people in some villages led to a healthy slave trade, of which I was a victim of.
My name is Senera, always was. I'm a succubus of some repute, having fed on so many souls that I can live long enough to make a sun jealous. But in those days, I was a fair-haired maiden. A simple, but beautiful lapine peasant. I lived with my younger sister, Minara, whom I was very close to, close enough that as children we were able to explore our budding sexuality together.
Then there was our father, our relationship the exact opposite. I should be glad to see attitudes towards women changing over the centuries, because otherwise there would be more like him even now. He might have been a good father, had my sister and I been born with a dick. When I was born, he had hoped for a boy, his own personal protegé who would follow his footsteps of serving in the local military. Instead, he got two girls, and that, coupled with our mother's death, made him a very angry man. Oh, he didn't hit us, but he certainly learned an obscene language quick, becoming very demanding, expecting us to tend to our mother's duties more than was necessary, while he sat back and drank. It would lead him to become easily angered, and make rash descisions, which is why I am where I am today...
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It was autumn, if I can remember correctly... Oh, what am I saying? I can remember the shape of the leaf I flicked off of my ear that morning. The day has been burned into my memery for centuries, boosted even further by my cubi enhancements. That particular day had started out like any other, an argument over some stupid damn thing between my father and I, my sister standing in the background somewhere, doubtlessly wringing her fingers nervously. We both suspected that it would come to a head, and it was right. The fool tried to hit me, that sting on my cheek very vivid, but this time, I let my hatred come to the fore, and hit him right back. Oh, he was pissed, but not enough that he hauled my ass out of the door. The day continued as normal as such a life could be for now. I had gone out to get our weekly consignment of apples, prophetically wishing an end to the utterly dreary life I had lead.
Our house, on the edge of ruin like an elderly man with bad lungs about to sneeze, sat next to a beat up stone wall that had once been created in the villages ancient days, as part of larger battlements that were long since removed. As I came home, I could hear talking on the other side of the wall, my keen hearing picking up the voice of my father. 'Won't he get poisoned by all this fresh air?' I quipped in my head, before pinning my ears back and peeking around the corner. He was there, alright. Hard to mistake that gut. He was talking to two men I had never seen before, a seedy looking fox and a goose whose face had such a perverted look on it, he looked like he could get his jollies from watching my father's belly jiggle. His beak was flapping slightly, the avian equivalent of smacking one's lips perhaps. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, keen as my hearing was, but I did at least pick up phrases like "ungrateful bitch" and "useless". I chalked it up to his usual diatribes and went into the house.
Minara was there, busily sweeping the living room, kicking up the usual amounts of dirt and dust. I couldn't help but smile as I watched her, and seeing me, she smiled back to me. I set the apple basket down, stepping up to her, clutching our hips together. "I'm gonna go take a bath. Care to join me?" I said.
"I'd love to. Let me just finish up the sweeping and I'll join you soon." said my sister. If there was one consistently good aspect of our simple life, it was that we could count on decent water, in plentiful amounts. There was a freshwater lake nearby, and this allowed us all the drinkable and bathe-able water we could want. I stepped out into the back, the tall, wooden fences offering slight privacy. The tub was a beat-up metal affair, one that could barely fit me whenever I slid into it, but that was just how I liked it.
I stripped to nakedness, bending forward as I worked the pump. My ears perked as I heard a peculiar light clacking sound, but it was so undefined, I ignored it as being one of the many outside sounds of things and people that passed by the house. I stood up, satisfied that the water filled the tub enough, which gave Minara the proper purchase as she snuck up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I could feel her soft, naked breasts pressing up against me. My own pair practically blushed under my white fur, my behind tilted backwards to rub up against my shorter sister's stomach. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, even reflecting some of my own, turning about to press my lips to hers. Ours was a relationship beyond mere sisters. "A bath always makes me feel better." I quipped, reaching down to pat on her buttocks, wathcing them jiggle.
"A bath with me, you mean." said Minara.
"Best Kind there is. Father's out for a while. Shall we?"
My sister gestured the go-ahead, and I stepped into the tub, pausing to become accustomed to the temperature. After all, we didn't have hot water heaters in those days, but the lack of refrigeration units also mean the water wasn't utterly freezing that time of year. Might have killed the mood. I sat back into the water, my nipples dipping into if for a moment before I sat up, giving them a light shine. Holding my hand out, I winked to Minara, who took it and took my lead, slowly stepping into the water with me. As I said before, the tub was small, forcing my sister to sit on my lap. But that was just perfect. She leaned forward, clutching my head in her hands as she kissed me again, our wiggling pink noses pressing against each other, as did our breasts. There was that clacking again. I ignored it, like I would ignore the chattering of passing townspeople, focused instead on being with the one whose heart was closest to mine.
Minara produced a towel she had been carrying, dipping it into the water, before lathering my body with it, giving my skin and fur the same shine as the tips of my breasts. She diligently stroked along a shoulder with it, while she tilted her head over the other one to nibble my cheek. She reached under the water, lifting up my right leg, lifting it up onto the rim of the tub, the towel scrubbing up and down it's length, stopping to clean each and every toe. The position was useful for more than cleaning my leg, and I felt the familiar tingle of another sex up against my own, making me release a gasp into the air. My sister's sex pressed up against my own, and she began a rythmic gyration of her hips that caused her young clit to stick out and rub up against my own. "Sneaky little bunny." I grinned, winking to her, sitting up slightly to catch her nipple in my front teeth, that small nub of sensitive flesh that stuck in flicked by my tongue in the same way our pleasure spots did to each other. We didn't realize the kind of show we were putting on, we two sisters, naked in the bath in our backyard, our soft sexes grinding up against each other.
We were both panting, Minara's tongue hung out from between her lips, and I pressed my lips against it, helping it retract back into it's mouth, where it could invite mine in for a personal chat. My grip around my sister's waist became tighter, forcing her to arch her back, which only served to help spread the pleasure throughout her body, transmitting it like a heat from a hot fireplace poker to a cold one up into my own spine. I felt a sudden urgency in her thrusts, and I knew why, I could feel the surging pleasure building up between my legs. Looking to Minara, I saw that the blush under her white fur was getting stronger, threatening to turn her into a white and red bunny. Then it came crashing into us like a dogsled suddenly encountering a wall in the middle of an icy river. I released her mouth from mine, so that I could tilt my head back, my sister mimicing the action. The orgasms clashed against each other, competing in heat levels, the labial lips of our sexes sucking up against each other to take up the slack left by our real lips above, which were parted in a moaning chorus of two, our moans like the discharge of a cannon, sending our sexual energies into the air.
I lay my head back on the rim of the tub, panting heavily, getting a slight kink in my neck I'd never feel again. Minara looked to the house, beginning to stand up. Though I was glad to see my sister's entire body naked again, her leaving seemed so sudden. "Where you off to? I'd still like to give your other lips a kiss." I said, still ignorant as I could be at that time, ignoring the light thump I heard outside the fence.
"Yes." she said. "I was thinking of showing you this new toy I improvised from one of my old panties. Be right back."
Minara hopped off back into the house, so I decided to lay back and relax, letting the euphoria bleed away through my body. Then the sounds outside became louder, the sound of wood hitting wood. I tensed up as I saw movement above the top of the fence. A ladder. That goose poked his head above it a foot before the rest of his body joined him, hopping over the fence. I held my hands modestly over my breasts. His breeches were undone, his cock hanging from the opening, dripping watery avian cum. My eyes widened. The mysterious clacking, the thump against the fence. He had been masturbating over my and my sister's sacred moment. I still beat myself up over such complacency. The fox's head appeared from above the fence. I hopped up with lapine speed, prepared to make a break for it, but before I could make it halfway to the house, an elboy got in the way of my head, sending me into a world of stars.
Doubtlessly, he and his vulpine friend had hauled me over the fence bodily, dumping me into a cart. When I woke up, those stars were still lingering in my vision, heralds to the brain eating headache hovering within my noggin. I could feel the erattic movements of the cart moving, the soft, but stinging feeling of straw over my naked body. I shook my head, taking stock of my surroundings. I was on one of the paths leading out from the town, well away by now. My right arm was shackled to the inside of the covered cart, and I could see there were several others with me. All of both genders, many ages and modes of dress from meager to nil. One thing they had in common, was the despondent look on their faces.
I managed to sit myself up, using my free hand to brush the straw clinging onto my blonde hair, leaning forward to the raccoon sitting on the opposite side. She had some broad hips, I guessed she had a few children until now. Was she an actual mother, or simply a breeding slave being passed around? "Hey. Where are they taking us?"
She looked up, letting me see the bags under her eyes. She attempted to speak, her voice a dry croak, until she cleared her throat. "Derian. Th-they're taking us to Derian."
I could practically hear the crash of my world coming down around me, Derian was a rich, decadent city, which was made so by it's prevalent slave trade. I felt a rush of heat entering my body again, this time in my cheeks. The two who had kidnapped me, they were talking to my father, and so it was obviously he who sold me to them. I bunched up the straw angrily. He was selling my freedom just to keep me from stifling his stupid drunken idiocy, probably buying an unnecessary amount of booze with the money, with only Minara to take his frustrations out on...
Minara! What would happen to her. Without me, I knew her life would become considerably worse. What would he do now that I wasn't there? Would he take advantage of her, and get rid of her like he did to me? I knew I couldn't allow that to happen. I was stuck for now, well on my way to Derian, but I knew I had to get back, however I could. I found my blood running hot, imagining the unachievable horrors I would like to inflict on my father, not knowing I was being watched, a pair glowing yellow eyes in a darkness I did not have the power to percieve, that one day I would come back, and make the unachievable seem tame by comparison.
I was just a mere peasant in those days, but those events unleashed a hate within me that would one day remake me into a creature of a terrible beauty. But to the people inside that cart, the sight of a fair-haired bunny girl growling like a lioness catching hyenas eating her cubs was pretty scary already.
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To be continued...
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Well, there you have it. This is only part one, because if I made the whole thing in one go, my computer would hate me in the morning. Besides, I've always been a bit of a tease. I'd like to thank scythemouse for the support and advice, and to the people at Best Brains, whose greatest creation made a better background sound than the ringing in my head...
© Senera, 08/15/08