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Kalin

I didn't immediately respond to the high-pitched, exuberantly-uttered, "Hiyas there!" in the middle of the dorm lobby. I figured it was one of the girls who lived down the hall greeting another girl.

But I heard it again.

"Hiiiiiyaaaa…cantcha see me?"

I frowned a little and started to turn my head. I jerked back in surprise at a girl's smiling face staring at me point-blank. Her smile deepened. She gave me a swift wave and asked, "Canya see me now?"

I sure could. And I was stunned.

I had to blink a few times before I could even think about what I was seeing. Before me was the most beautiful girl I could imagine. And I'd imagined quite a few with all the anime girls I drew for fun.

This girl had so many details from my favorite imaginings. Her hair was long, bright red, and vibrant. But not too long. Her eyes were a dusty, cat-like amber color. And so large. All-enveloping. She wore a gorgeous dress. It was frilly everywhere. It looked like something I'd seen before but not in person. There were ridges on the lower part with pink bows on black satin which shimmered in the light. The form fanned out perfectly to her black stockings with little pink bows. Her heels were glossy black. Her gloves were amazing too, an intricate pattern in pink. All that black and pink together seemed absolutely unreal. And that wasn't even considering the girl who wore all that.

Her arms were slender but still softly full in the gloves. And her figure. Like perfect, flowing pen strokes. The dive of her rounded shoulders. The fullness of her projecting chest and the deep, but still modest, arc of her neckline. Even with the fanning shape of her dress, I could still tell the seductive curve of her hips and behind. And those legs. They looked full like her arms and so lovely.

She giggled, and I immediately felt hot as she asked, "You think I'm pretty, doncha?"

How could I not? She was amazing. Like some living fantasy standing before me. I thought carefully about my words but the only word I could manage was a, "Hi…" which was so small I wasn't entirely sure I'd said it aloud.

But she heard it and got even closer. I could smell an aroma on her. Something powder-like but also floral with a hint of a body scent which tickled every inch of my nose and radiated into me. I brought my legs together and edged away from her respectfully, figuring she was just being nice.

She got closer with each of my moves and asked, "May I sit next to you?"

Before I could offer an answer one way or another, she had already begun to slink along her end of the dorm lobby couch I was sitting on. I just managed an "umm" by the time she was sitting next to me. And by "sure" she had edged over to the point I could feel a warmed bit of her dress brush against my skin.

Swiftly, she said, "I like you! My name is Kalin! What's yours?" She leaned close with her eyes wide.

She was almost touching me. I stammered but managed, "R-r-rick."

"Nice name!" She said back with a smile.

In the back of my mind, I realized this couldn't possibly be real. There was no girl out there who was this forward, this pretty, and this cute at the same time. I had to be daydreaming or someone was putting me on, and I was about to face the end of a joke. I braced myself either way. What I didn't expect was for Kalin to wrap her arms around my shoulders and pull me close.

Her embrace wasn't crushing, but it was enveloping. The touch of her fingers felt sensitive against my skin, like she had extra-long nails. The feeling wasn't bad though. It was more like she was waking up my skin with little brushes. Despite my enjoyment, I edged away and asked, "What? W-w-why are you doing this?"

This was when I expected the motivation to be revealed. In a way, it was. She told me, "Because I like you. And I like how you feel." She punctuated her words with another small giggle.

The feelings mounted. Her skin was so soft against mine. I'd had a girlfriend for some months, long ago. But she never brought out such sensations just by touch. Usually, she needed to do…something more. And it didn't seem like Kalin wanted to do something like that. I wasn't really sure what she was after, but I went along with it.

Her warmth was nice but there was something else to her which felt even better. Like an aura on top of the warmth. Like a scent and a feeling at the same time. Like ripples nudging me and drawing me towards her.

I started to feel flush. Kalin seemed to like that. She bent forward to brush her face against my shoulder. Despite the warmth, I felt a sudden shiver. She made a soft sound between a giggle and a content moan.

I thought I could see other classmates passing by and I immediately felt nervous. Kalin seemed to sense this because, before I could even voice the thought, she said, "We can go to your room. Wouldn't that be fun? Nice and private and I can show you just how much I like you!"

After an automatic nod from me, there was no time to stay and reflect as she bolted up from her spot, clutched my hand tight, and nearly dragged me away, leaving what books I was thumbing through for a class on their spot by the table.

After a good bit of dragging, Kalin stopped and peered back at me with a curious look. "...Where is your room?"

I gestured with a hand and said the number. And she was back to dragging me again. When we arrived, she had her bare leg right next to mine. It was like she intended to wrap it around me in some sensual game of twister. She let me have enough room to move at least.

Once I had the door open, I was dragged over to the old couch my roommates had gotten from the Goodwill store and laid across it. Kalin followed, not quite on top of me but close enough that I could figure out what she was after.

The fragrance was quite intense now. I could smell it all over, like she was rubbing it off onto me. And it stuck. As she manipulated my arm, I could smell like my arm had that same, girlish aroma all over it. It was intoxicating. I bent forward in a cautious effort to kiss her. She bent further towards me and started to rub her satiny cheek against mine.

Instead of just one kiss on the lips, she began to kiss all over my cheek as she moved with hot flashes that cooled slightly with her wet touch. All through this…it was strange but…it rather felt like my groin was overheated. I felt immense warmth around my manhood, but it did nothing to surge out or press forth despite all this stimulation. Rather, it felt locked up. However, with all the warmth and little tingles I was feeling, it didn't matter to me.

As she moved across my face, I noticed there wasn't the feel of my afternoon stubble against her smoothness. I wrote this off as perhaps my sweat making it glossy. I didn't particularly care to explain it. I was curious about what she would do next.

Once the nuzzling of my face began to slow, she pulled me against her even more. It was a hug tight and strong enough to make breathing difficult. But it wasn't to the point where it felt crushing. After all, the softness and warmth of her breasts and body against me wasn't bad.

Whispering, she told me, "You're so amazing. You're so lovely. I love how you feel…" She gave a cascade of giggles which shuddered through me like waves and she squeezed me even more before slightly relaxing. Breathing was easier but strange. I felt compressed, as though she had changed my shape with her squeezes. I figured it was just because I was holding my breath. But I could breathe normally. Before I could think on this further, her arms began to trace my skin. It wasn't quite a tickle and it wasn't as harsh as her nail against it before. It did feel about as sensitive though. Like I'd just had my skin rubbed over. Only it felt good.

I gasped. Her touch was so warm. I felt flush. She giggled and said, "You're adorable. You're so pretty. I could eat you all up!"

That should've alarmed me, but I just gave a quick, spasmatic nod. She brushed my cheek. It felt different. Very different. I had no idea why. My cheek felt even softer, like warm clay, and the shape was different, rounder. I managed the words, "What are you…doing to me?"

My voice sounded different. It was hard to tell though because I felt so nervous. Her fingers traced down to my neck. I felt a real tickle and my breathing became tighter. I was afraid she was choking me. I pondered turning and tossing her off, but I couldn't do it. I didn't want to. Her eyes were so kind, despite everything that was happening. She looked so sweet. I just couldn't think ill of her.

Instead of pushing away, I pushed into her. I submitted myself. She bent by my ear and said, "I'm just taking away that which you don't need. But which I find really yummy…" Her giggle this time made me want to smile too, just like her.

Time slipped from me. One moment her hands were flowing over my shoulders. Then she was at my legs without transition. My eyes dipped closed every so often, like I wanted to go to sleep. At the same time, every inch of me was alive and alert. But it was that way so long that I didn't have the energy to keep it up.

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And then, there was something else: The feeling inside me. I could sense it. There was my desire to sleep with her. It was draining away like sand through a hole. Flowing away. Then, my innate, male sexual desire followed. The feeling I got when I saw a girl's chest bounce in a low top. A tight pair of swimming trunks on a woman, hugging her form. I felt a flash of these feelings. Then they pulled away, like they fell under the influence of a vacuum cleaner sucking them up. Kalin's presence was right there and she made soft, happy little sounds as each of the images passed from me.

I felt myself absent of my typical sexual feeling. There was nothing to even trigger my groin inside me. Nothing I could imagine. There was only the soft, overwhelming closeness of Kalin all over.

And I thought there was nothing left, but then something else slipped out. I could only describe it as…my very desire to be a man. It was a flash, but I knew what it was. It represented every bit of attachment to my manhood. It represented my body image. How I saw myself as a man. As male. Everything that made me who I was. And it was in a tightly-packed little ball inside me. And the vacuum that was Kalin was going right for it.

I tightened. I tried to squeeze onto the ball. I gripped onto it mentally with muscular feeling and…whatever else I could imagine…sports. Toughness. Hardness. But as the drain got closer, I felt less and less certain of what it meant. I enjoyed anime girls. I liked cuteness and softness. They were pretty. Did I really feel all that much attachment to that part of me? The ball shifted. Before I could even gasp, it was gone.

With it, I felt a weird fuzziness. I didn't feel like a man anymore. Thinking about my body didn't involve a penis. Or body hair. Or a beard. It was like an entire personal vocabulary had been sucked out of me. Sensing my groin, it felt strangely bulky and distended like a gross hernia. My skin felt unnaturally coarse. My coughing voice felt like I still had a rough throat, despite some softening.

Kalin eased back and brushed my cheek. She asked me, "I took it away. Would you like me to finish? Would you like me to make it…all better?"

I knew what she meant. I could imagine what would happen. But, like I had all-new desires within my heart, I immediately told her in my androgynous voice, "Yes. Please. Please. Finish me…"

And she did, with focused intensity. She pulled the rest and she pushed my form. I felt my hair, once raw and roughly short flow out into dense, glossy-brown locks that went past my shoulder and seemed to keep going. My face asserted itself, though it seemed to change very little. The voice in my throat lifted so high from Kalin's pull that it seemed to hold a perpetual squeak with every sound.

"Please…more…please…"

My arms, never all that impressive, became so slender and gentle. As lovely as Kalin's. Truly, she was fashioning me after her image and I couldn't be more honored. My nails were pink-topped and shapely. My height fell to where I could feel Kalin covering every part of me fully, with no area exposed. We matched touch for touch.

My hips rocked and flowed with hers. My legs glossed across hers like my cheek to her embrace. And, against her warm bosom, my own was released and nurtured, fuller and fuller. Between my legs, the soft hotness dwindled to a warm, deep serenity which burrowed even further than I could imagine. I was just like her. And I felt perfect.

With this, Kalin leaned back, showing a contented, blissful look. I mirrored her with a smile. She calmly raised a hand to touch my side and a slow warmth spread out. She noted, "Just a little gift on a good meal…"

Her gift was beautiful. What had been my plain, brown trousers split and became long, deep-blue stockings to my narrow knee. The rest rose with the same tone to form a lace-hemmed skirt halfway down my thighs with shadowy floral print. I touched it with a deep smile and watched my top get a similar treatment.

It earned jade ribbons and fluffy sleeves which bloomed around my wrists. The patterns on my shoulders were a lovely, sea-like blue. The neckline cupped my generous chest and adorned it with light but beautiful ornamentation. I was a little sad there wasn't more lace, but I was happy.

Looking to Kalin after all this, my eyes widened. Though she wore the same outfit as before, she looked very different. Instead of simple amber, her eyes looked alive. They flowed with yellow and brown shifting into bits of red like they were a gem of contained, vibrant flame. Her ears were pointed and long, pressing out more than an elf's with a strange, banded structure to them. These changes were lovely to see.

What alarmed me though was what was forming on both sides of her head. Beginning as curly stubs, long, pale-yellow horns grew through her hair. She touched them lightly and smiled. They looked like simple ram horns with a slight curve to them. But they were terrifying to see.

Next, her hands, so soft and narrow, grew dense, rough, and bulky with thick, leathery skin and long, pink painted claws. The ends looked sharp. Kalin curled them back and, for the first time, looked anything but excited or happy. She grimaced and stated, "Sorry…my claws always show when I eat. I can make them go away in a little bit…"

My mouth hung open. There were clear words I wanted to say but I held them close, partly out of fear. From around her back, a long, black tail stretched out and dipped through the air. At the end of it was a glossy spade. It curled around and she smiled and reached for it. Waving a bit in her grasp, she snuggled her tail before releasing it. It hovered in front of her, rising up her dress in the back.

The last thing was her feet. I expected cloven hooves. What I saw instead were a pair of red heels which seemed to be part of her feet. They had the same, hooved shape but in the flowing form of arched heels.

Giving a small, "Ahh" Kalin relaxed and settled next to me with her legs up and her tail creeping towards me. She explained, "Hi! This is the real me…except for my wings…which would tear this dress…and I really really really like this dress! I'm so sorry for deceiving you…I'm a succubus. A maiden succubus…to be completely honest."

A good part of me wanted to run at that confirmation, but I felt a dullness of action to go with the sexual feeling which had been drained from me. I felt all the same emotions within, but fear didn't trigger me to flight. Instead, I asked her, trying to keep any quavering out of my voice, "What's…a maiden succubus?"

Kalin leaned closer and pronounced, "It's me! Hehe. It's a succubus. But like me! Normal succubi drain male energy from sex. But I can't. I drain male sensuality and essence. I'm actually allergic to sex and it would be toxic to me if I ever tried to have it. I like excited and joyous male feelings. I just gobble them down and it gives me energy to transform!"

Her voice was so excited and sweet. She sounded like a teen girl describing something adorable she'd found. I couldn't help but feel drawn in by her enthusiasm and smile with her.

I asked her, trying to keep worry away, "So, what happens to me now?"

Kalin gave a little smirk which looked quite sly while still being playful. But playful in a way a cat might be with a mouse. "You get to enjoy what it means to be a pretty girl from now on! I sucked every bit of male potential out of you. It wasn't too much, but I like quietly-cultivated male essence." I felt a little frown at that. I always thought I was…enough of a man.

She continued, "Aaaaand…I also sucked all your sexy feelings out. They're the extra topping. Those will come back but in a girl's way. Feeling nice when you see a bare-chested man. Listening to a man's deep voice as he whispers his warm breath on your ear."

Just her mentions elicited new and strange kindlings of feelings within me I had never felt before. My squirming in reaction unleashed giggles from Kalin.

Frowning a bit, I asked her what I was supposed to do about family and friends. Eyes widening, she asked, "Do you think any of them might have yummy male sensualities too?"

I leaned back and gave a nervous laugh. She pouted and said, "Welll…I do have some magical powers from feeding, so I could help a little. But only if we share a big box of candy, snuggle close, and watch a cute movie…" She fluttered her eyes and added, "Pretty please…I'll make sure we both enjoy it. And then maybe one of your roommates will be home and there can be…a little extra fun! Hehe!"

With her warm and friendly hands around me, despite my lost feeling for other women, I couldn't possibly resist her.

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Kalin Sketch by Aisaku.