FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Cubi Ascension: Commodity

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fact: Cubi are emotionally oriented creatures. Though they are often drawn to and can feed off of a certain emotion better than others, that doesn't mean they can't feed off of other emotions, even opposing ones. Few people know, that throughout the ages, some cubi have taken childcare and babysitting jobs, as the amount of raw emotion children can emit is enough to sustain a Cubi for a long time. As well, a child's crude sexual drives make them unsuitable as full victims.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was the new flavor. Nowadays, I'd compare my tenure in the slave market as my being passed around like a single joint in a group of stoners. The place specialized in rentals, and since the proprieter figured I wasn't very safe for a complete buy, that just meant I would be a rental. Either that, or the folks around here were too cheap or too poor to pay my full price. These days, I can be a little proud to know I was rather expensive. I had been subject to many sexual depravities that in modern times, I would be happy to do, because in this case, I would be exploiting them.

By the same token, my first 'client' also made me feel like a pack of cigarettes being bought by an irresponsible parent for their teenager. A pair of wolves, a father and son, the son wringing his fingers as he looked at me, but not in nervousness. The young wolf was about my age at the time, and he had an almost devious grin on his face while his father negotiated a price with the proprieter. I should know, I've made that grin quite a few times, myself.

I was a coward at the time, and quite mortal, and the threat made to myself and the other slaves of being raped brutally in public until dead held no appeal for me, but that's not to say I could even enjoy my time with the boy. When we were taken to a room, the boy's father grinned knowingly as he left us, and I was left with what I would define as a rank amateur. The boy knew what he wanted, shivering slightly, obviously ovverrun with excitement as he reached up to roughly and tactlessly grope my breasts. Those inexperienced hands groped, grasped and hurtfully squeezed at them, making them blush in a furious indignation I had to hold back as I turned my head away. That only seemed to spurt him on, pressing his lips against a nipple, drooling all over my breast as he hastily worked his pants off.

At the very least, one thing he had going for him was that he was very big, but his erection as raised by my nudity and his contact with me, was, by my definition, too big for me at the time. I tried in vain to back away from him, but he simply grabbed me, making me yelp weakly as his claws dug into my wrists, while he took a literal stab at penetrating me with no consideration as to my virginity. His cock missed, the first try, splattering a little of his sticky pre above my crotch, before he roughly succeeded in his second attempt. He quirked his eyebrow at the peculiar pop he felt, the big-cocked dope having no clue or forethought that he had just ended my virginity, the scream I let out not helping him either. He simply got to business, thrusting into me roughly, erratically. There was something, once the pain had cleared, something slightly exilarating about having that veiny appendage plunging into me again and again, but it probably would have been better had I given myself to him willingly. It was far better for him. Too good, in fact. He came within 3 minutes.

I was still processing the sensations of him fucking me when he dumped his amaterish load into me, not even reaching my womb, fortunately. Now, he was being apologetic, sheepishly saying that he could last longer. Yeah, when in bed with his paw, no doubt. He never proved himself once, making a mess between my legs. Well, at least he'd gotten his money's worth. But I sincerely hoped he'd never come back again.

---

I had been there for a month, used and used again, finding myself getting used to the grind, and the bump, too. I had been used by males and females alike. Cum on, tied up, spanked, even pissed on. There was a part of me that was beginning to like it, become dependant on it, but that would always be offset by my seething anger at every one of them. No consideration for my well being, what they were doing to me or what I might want. The most generous person was an equine who shared some wine with me, letting me sip from a glass while he poured another down my chest, drinking it off my wet breasts. Of course, I smelled like an accident-prone barmaid for the rest of the day. Moreover, my thoughts would always dwell on my family. I worried about Minara day by day, while daggers and hot fire pokers were directed at the thoughts of my father, how he had brought me to this, and putting me into the unfaltering belief that he had driven my mother to death, somehow.

Indeed it was these thoughts that were foremost on my mind when I first saw 'HIM'.

He was talking to the clerk, just a cloak that covered all but a reather sneaky looking black tail, likely feline. I could not hear what was said to the owner, but there was something of a blank look on his face as he took the client's money. There was far more coin placed onto the table than was normal for someone coming to rent me, and as he turned to me, nothing but piercing golden eyes boring into my soul from under that hood, I knew I had been bought. The client simply moved towards the rooms, and the owner directed a guard to take me there. I suppose I should be glad I didn't have the energy to give in to my fears this time, simply letting the guard take me. If I had, I wouldn't be what I am now.

It seemed even the guard was unnerved by the mysterious guest, simply opening the door and shoving me in. He sat at the chair on the other side of the room, watching me as I stood there in my fur. I tried to put on a brave face. "So what's the service this time?" I said, trying my best to add some attitude into my tone of voice. It broke more in that time than a vase collector's ensemble in an earthquake. "Suck you? Bounce in the lap like a... like a good little bunny. O-or do you just wanna cry in my lap and call me mommy?"

"You are angry, little one." was all he said. I could feel that voice in my chest from across the room.

"Yeah, so I'm angry. So what? Now you're using me as practice for your psychology degree? Why is that so important? Come on!" I didn't even realize that I was starting to shake my nervousness. I was really becoming indignant. I was nearly feeling bolder, but then he stepped up to me, standing a couple heads taller than me. He held my shoulders in his hands, the cold, sharp pinpricks of his claws digging into my skin. "Because it is exactly what I want it to be, Senera. Emotions can be a great strength. And I feel you need it. You wish to avenge yourself upon your father, rescue your sister. There is so much hatred in your heart, and I can teach you to harness it."

My curiosity was piqued, good for me. "How?"

He slipped the robe off of his body. He was certainly feline, a panther from the looks of things, but far more than that. Black serrated horns jutted from his skull, his muzzle extended further from his muzzle than was normal, showing teeth that would put that of an ordinary feline to shame. His muscled form was what was considered the ideal at the time, the black fur decorated with zig-zagging red tattoos. His member was far bigger than any I had seen in my short stay there. A part of me was afraid of the damage that thing could do, the other was curious to see what it felt like, how much I could take. Either way, that cock would literally and emotionally split me. "I will show you." he said. "But first I must see if you have the fortitude, and the right kind of desires for what you may become."

The room seemed to darken, trapping the two of us in a swirl of black and red mist. He grabbed my arm, lifting me up competely off the ground. His tongue snaked out from his body, drooling on my breast. He moved forward, not even needing to aim as his huge cock shoved into me. I screamed, the sound never reaching the outside world, a chorus of other hellish screams meeting with mine. I could see the outline of his cock pressing outward from my stomach, and somehow the sight exilarated me, a feeling short lived as his claws slid into my skin, blood pouring from the wounds. It may have been the lighting of the place, but my blood seemed strangely black. He shoved into me without any regard for my comfort, pressing up against my guts, his teeth digging onto the flesh of my breast as he suckled on the nipple. I could hear something moving, something small, fast and sharp. I yelped as something nicked my skin, as it swirled about in a million places, then it happened again and again. I found myself cut a million times over by what was obviously barbed wire, but it suddenly stopped, the next onslaught far worse.

The barbed wire wrapped around my arms and legs, cutting into my skin, holding my arms and legs apart, but continuing, burrowing into my skin, one even sneaking into my anus. I couldn't help but scream, experiencing a small taste of hell for the first time. He spoke to me, pumping boiling cum into me, but still going. His words were strangely comforting.

"This of your sister, little one. Think of your father. Don't succumb, learn to endure so that you may have your way. Let your emotions for the two of them strengthen you so that you can become my true servant." I was hardly in a position to disagree. I could feel that barbed wire moving around inside me, digging deeper, but never going anywhere vital.

This went on for three days. He never left the inside of me, nor so did the barbed wire, even though it was no longer holding me up. It was all bundled inside me, the feeling gone as though it was stored somewhere inside me that was'nt supposed to exist. I didn't even notice that I was being held aloft on the mists, and that my arms and legs were held apart purely by my own will, not even moving as he finally pulled out of me. "The time has come, you have endured well. You are more worthy than I could have hoped. If you so choose, you will become a succubus, but far greater than any before, have the closure you desire. But you must accept..."

In my weakness, all I could say was: "Yes..."

He held me close again, lovingly this time, nuzzling under my chin as he reached into my stomach, manipulating my soul. "So be it."

He released me, casting me upwards as I seemingly floated away. My wounds disappeared, and I felt as though I were coated in silk, which turned into fire. It melted away my old flesh, but I was aware the whole time, and it didn't hurt at all, it was as though the fire was touching erogenous zones all over my form. For a time, I could see myself, no more than a singed skeleton being reborn in fire, the barbed wire that had tortured me wrapped around my bones, becoming part of them. My flesh was remade, I was still the same bunny I was before, yet my hair was a raven black, my form more voluptuous than it was. There was a strange euphoria of feeling my breasts free float still attached to my body. A set of bat-like wings that matched my hair slipped out from my back, while another smaller set appeared on my head, just behind my ears. To complete the look, a three-pronged crest appeared between my back wings. Like a tattoo, but glowing a vivid orange. His clan, perhaps.

I found myself being surrounded by screaming spirits, washing over my body like wind over a stone bridge. They inundated my with flashes, images of my father. They stirred up my hatred, which was their plan, allowing them to infuse me with supernatural energies. If the narcotics of the modern world existed then, they would have paled in comparison. I extended my hand outward, and the barbed wire inside came out slowly, curving itself to lovingly wrap around my breasts, rather than the harsh contact it had given before. I felt the floaty sensation fading, as it all came to an end.

My wings instinctively flapped, easing my ascent to the misty floor. My master stood before me, smiling approvingly, reaching out to caresse my chin. I found myself beaming with pride. "Yes. You came out finely, I think, little one. A work of art. Now we must see if the change has taken. Show me your loyalty."

The bed that had been in the room appeared. He proceeded to walk toward it, but I was eager now, giving him a push, making him land face first on it. As he turned himself about, grunting, I dived on top of him, my head dipping between his legs. "Master makes me hungry." I said.

I pressed my nose against the base between his cock and his sack, taking in the musk there, burning it into my memory, stroking at the length as I tilted my head to suckle on a black ball. He grunted as I brought him to full erection, and once I had finished playing with his balls, I moved my mouth up to the main course. I grinned, giving him a flash of my new sharp teeth, and showed them what I could do, biting into his tip. Mortal guys hate when you do this, especially when you have sharp teeth, but my master was a demon, this kind of thing was foreplay to him. I gave his length a few more bites here and there for good measure, going down one side, then up the other, until I was back at the top. My mouth opened up, lips stretching unnaturally as I wrapped them around his cock. I tested the waters, taking that huge cock to my throat, feeling it bulge in reaction, but it felt wonderful, and I made my master purr.

Beaming with pride, I bobbed my head up and down on him quickly, letting my lips move away from time to time, making the suckjob sloppy with noises and my drool. But that seemd to be to his taste, the way he was murring, simply watching as I worked. I shifted myself upwards slightly, trapping his length in my newly expanded breasts, grinding my body up and down with his cock in between them as I sucked him to the hilt. I found myself taking to this task with unusual relish, murring deeply, far too deeply, under my mouthful, joyfully flapping both sets of my wings, ny plush rear end swinging back and forth. My master groaend with pleasure, taking firm hold of my ears, giving them a harsh tug. Any mortal person would have gotten that cock pushed through the back of the head, but my throat took it like it was meant to go in there. I quickly realized that it really was.

I was a succubus, after all, I knew now that I could drain the nuts of a horse with gigantism and go to his twin brother for seconds, and certainly did I manage to keep all of my teeth when my master suddenly pulled out. He growled agressively, not unlike his feline kin, but I responded with an appropriate hiss as he lifted me up by my neck, turning me about and slamming me down on the floor with my ass in the air. My hissing turned into a wanton moan, and it was obvious to me that my legs were being kept so far apart of my own power. I even lifted my backside up to him, though I kew he didn't need an invitation, that place was now his to claim. I had expected him to stick himself right inside then and there, but he had a surprise for me. My pufftail suddenly lifted up in surprise as the feel of his cock pressing up against my wet labia was matched with the exact same sensation up against my tailbud. I unconciously grinned at his cleverness, knowing now that he had grow a second cock to penetrate me in both holes, which he gladly did so with a mighty grunt. Certainly, being railed in both openings was for the first time was an intense feeling, even considering what I was.

But there were more feelings. I only realized that he was losing his concentration in places, and it was that which would later color what I'd become later. Normally, a demon with the right control could ensure undying and unquestioning devotion in their servants, but as he stuck his tongue out in ecstasy at plowing me again and again, burrowing it under my skin... I doubted him.

I found myself looking back up to my master as he worked, finding myself realizing I was being used again. There was some conflict going on in my head, the kind that made my head hurt. I was caught between the eager servant and the self-serving demon that I was both of, and the latter was coming to the fore. His concentration was fading, and mine was getting stronger. He was getting close, and so I worked hard to preserve myself, intent on not letting him retake control. I let him continue to think nothing was wrong, even giving him a great shove onto his back, twisting myself on his cock to come face to face with him, one of my new wings becoming sharper, gleaming like steel behind my back. Almost there...

"Oh, master! Do it! Fill me!" I exclaimed, suddenly finding myself a spontaneous artist in faking it, and ironically, he obeyed. At the very least, feeling that demonic seed pumping into me was beyond the pitiful sensations my mortal clients had given me, but I would not let that distract me. The demonic essence inside me felt she was being used, and that was why my bladed wings came down to relieve his head from his neck in the middle of his orgasmic groan.

Some part of me told me that a demon could be easily eliminated if you could just take off it's head, and the way he spewed out black smoke from his mouth and nostrils, groaning angrily. His hands struggled in vain to reach up and crush me, but they were soon no longer recieving signals. Even beheaded, it was no surprise that he spoke, his voice raging up to me. "YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!"

The usage of that phrase only steeled my resolve, and justified what I had done. Still he went on. I found myself rolling my eyes at it. "You shall know nothing but eternal torment! I PROMISE YOU!!"

I stood up off of him, finding myself pouring the dust that was once his cock from my sex, though it seemed it was moving of it's own accord, becoming a floating ball before me. "I don't think so. I will NEVER be used again!"

He grinned, though his teeth were beginning to break off, then let out a cackle that I could swear shook me to my very core. "You think you're free? Without your link to me, you shall become a sniveling mortal again. Enjoy it while you can, harlot! I shall always be laughing even in oblivion!"

His head seemed to be sucked into the floating ball, and it collapsed inwards into itself until there was nothing. Some of that newfound demon arrogance found it's way to me, as I smugly scratched at an itch in my headwings. But the itch would not go away, it got worse, turned to pain. Perhaps I was learning what those in damnation experienced every day with how intense it was. I screamed in panic, clutching my head as I collapsed on the floor, curling up into a ball. I could feel my headwings shrivel away, as did those on my back, my hair returning to it's original bimbo blonde. It wasn't long before the pain passed through my entire body, and I fainted, more a measure of my old self than should have happened.

I woke up to the sound of two guards entering, a bear and a rat, giving me a once over before hauling me up by my arms. "There she is. Hope you didn't disappoint your client to much, little whore." one of them said. I should have been offended, but my mind did not react in the same way. I found myself saying. "Oh, I hope not. I'd hate to think I'd dissatisfied a client."

I can remember every detail now, even though I was in a state of what I call stupor. But I had no way of realizing at the time that my memories were utterly gone. My sister, my cubihood, my need for revenge, none of it could register even slightly in my mind. "What pen are you in?" the rat said. "What's your name?"

It took a few moments for me to consider that, no answer came. "Oh, do forgive me, sirs. I can't remember. I don't think I have one." I sounded like a flighty maid when I said that. I hate that. The two guards smirked to each other, the bear helping himself to my backside. "Oh, that's alright, sweetie. We can take care of you until we figure out where you're supposed to go." He winked to his parnter. "Right?"

"Right." said the other one. I couldn't control the eager smile on my lips.

It wasn't long before the two got me into another room. The bear shoving his thick stub of a cock into my tailohle, while his partner rubbed his length up against my nose as it spurt it's thin seed at me, bathing my senses in the turgid smell of it. The trouble was, I loved every minute. Was it what I had been made into? Was this what I was condemned to spend the rest of my life as?

"Hey! What's this?" the bear said, not ceasing plowing into me as he put his hand on my back, hand caressing consideringly over the three-pronged crest tattoo that adorned my back, his mortal mind unaware of the dull orange glow it emitted.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To be continued...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I admit it, my sex scenes aren't much right now. But they will get better, especially as I work more of my ideas out. Right now, I'm trying to tell a story, though, and doing it under my own self-created sense of duress.

© Senera, 11/02/08