Bliss stretched her arms and smiled, her succubi wings fluttering softly. The warm sun shone down upon her. She stood next to a dirt path in front of the Demon King’s Castle. She wore a red halter-top, brown mini-skirt, and black high-heels.
A horse-drawn carriage waited in the dirt path, its driver a lanky man with shaggy, brown hair and brown eyes. The carriage itself was built of a sturdy wood with more than a few scratches along its frame. Two brown horses stood at said carriage’s front, waiting to be put to use.
“Morning, Bliss.” Lati’s tongue flitted out as she walked up, even her red eyes smiling. She was clad in what was, to Bliss, a rather-familiar green mini-dress. Of course, the last time Bliss had seen that beautiful dress, it was much longer, most certainly not a mini-dress. The shoes Lati wore with said dress were a pair of black high-heels.
“Morning.” Bliss returned the greeting. “I see that dress has already been adjusted.” Her stomach lurched as she recalled the fate of the dress’s previous owner. I can’t believe she is already wearing that.
“You OK?” Lati’s crimson eyes met Bliss’s golden. “You look a little sick.”
“I’m fine. My stomach is just a little upset.”
“I see.” Lati clasped her hands together cutely, and her tongue flitted out again. “Oh. I have something for you.” She reached into her fancy, green mini-dress and pulled out three vials of milky liquid. “I brought you three potions. Here.”
“Uh… Thanks.” Bliss’s bunny ears twitched as she took the three potions. Just where am I supposed to put these though. This outfit doesn’t have pockets.
[Inventory skill acquired.]
[Name: Bliss
Race: Bunny Succubus
Skills:
Soul Absorption: *Censored*
Charm: You are charming and can charm men.
Incubation Ritual: You cannot get pregnant unless you first use Incubation Ritual.
Flight: You have wings and can fly.
Demon King’s Guard: You are stronger in the Demon King’s Castle.
Running in High-Heels: You can run in high-heels.
Night Vision: You can see well in dim lighting.
Shadow Step: You are stealthy in shadows.
Inventory: You have access to a pocket dimension for storing items. Your inventory has five slots.]
[Inventory:
1. Empty
2. Empty
3. Empty
4. Empty
5. Empty]
Well, that is convenient. How do I use it though?
[Put with intention of putting in inventory. Take with intention of taking from inventory.]
Sounds simple enough. Bliss put the three potions into her inventory.
Stolen story; please report.
[Inventory:
1. Potion
2. Potion
3. Potion
4. Empty
5. Empty]
So each potion takes up a slot. Guess I can’t just stack them. Well, at least I don’t have to be pulling stuff from my cleavage or something. Bliss sighed before looking back to Lati, who smiled at her.
“A wondrous day for a trip!” Snek walked out of the castle, her steps rather bouncy. She swayed from side to side, glancing first to Bliss and then to Lati. “Ready? Ready?” The jester in black and gray enthusiastically clasped her hands together, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Let’s go.” She vanished, the carriage creaking as she reappeared on top of it, a scowl on the drivers face. She gestured down to the carriage. “Let’s go! Let’s go!”
I think she wants us to go. Bliss started walking towards the carriage but stopped after a few steps. A gray, melon-sized rock caught her eye. I wonder … She turned to the rock and hinged, grabbing hold of said rock. This does seem like a good size. Behind her, at the carriage, the driver promptly averted his eyes, a blush on his cheeks. Bliss straightened up, lifting the rock. The weight seems pretty good. It isn’t a kettlebell, but this should work. She slipped the rock into her inventory.
[Inventory:
1. Potion
2. Potion
3. Potion
4. Rock
5. Empty]
“You coming?!” Lati called out from the carriage, waving a hand as she leaned out from said carriage.
“Be right there!” Bliss headed over to the carriage, now with a rock in her inventory.
***
POV: Vivian
It … is bright. The sun beat down across the lush, green grass. Where … am I? Scattered clouds floated overhead against the blue sky. A puddle of red goo containing both a pair of white panties and a white bra rested upon the grass. What … am I?
[Name: Vivian
Race: Goo
Skills:
Hunger: You are a voracious, bottom-less pit. You can devour via touch.]
I am … goo. What … happened to me? I am … scared. Her red, gelatinous mass began to quiver. I … want to go home … but I am … goo. She continued to quiver.
A fluttering caught her attention as a bird landed next to her. It was a small bird, certainly not large. The bird, though, possessed a lovely blue. It is … so cute. She stopped shaking and observed the bird as it hopped about. With a peck here and there, the winged critter feasted on buried seeds. It paid no heed to her. She moved closer to it and then lashed out. The bird was gone, completely devoured by her.
Did I … She froze. Did I … eat it? Why? Why … did I? She felt something within herself, felt a hunger. More. I need … more. So … hungry. The panties and bra within her both began to dissolve. So … hungry. I need … more. The pair of white panties and the white bra were gone, both having been completely devoured by her. So … hungry.
She began to crawl across the ground, oozing about. So … hungry. Her hunger drew her forward. She needed something, anything, to eat. More birds landed, but they scattered when she drew close. Don’t … fly away. I … need to eat. So … very hungry.
As she continued looking for something, anything, to eat, she began to dissolve the very grass she touched. Not … enough. Need … more. So … very hungry. She soon came across an apple tree, many apples adorning its branches. She stopped to marvel at the tree. Apples. I … want apples. She approached the tree’s trunk and quickly engulfed its base. Slowly, the tree started falling into her as she dissolved it. She tasted its apples as they too dissolved. So … delicious. Apples are … so delicious. I … remember eating apples … as a human. I … love apples. The tree and its apples were gone, having been completely devoured by her. More. I … want more apples. She returned to oozing across the ground, snacking on blades of grass as she went. Still … hungry.