Fame and fortune!

You know this can't be the right answer. You are choosing a wish so obviously set up to be a trap that it wouldn't fool a kid on Are You Afraid of the Dark. Then again, maybe this punishment will at least come with some perks. You figure that you'll go by multiple choice rules: first choice, best choice, and blurt out, "I wish for fame and fortune!"

"Heh. Ha. Haaaaa haaa haaaaaa. AAAAAH HAAAA HAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAA!" Allie's cacophonous cackling doesn't exactly suggest you made the right choice, and her follow up, "Oh you'll have plenty of fame! And even more BAD fortune!" leaves you even more terrified. Before you can argue the terms of service, the sadistic shefreet swirls her hands in a sizzling spiral, black and red flames twisting into a fiery portal. You feel your body being pulled into the flames and you try to scream, but your body is reduced to ash in an instant, and your cries die before they are born....

....

"Don't touch it! It probably has diseases!" You hear a panicked voice of some pubescent punk. You can't seem to open your eyes yet, but you can practically hear his pimples getting oilier.

"I don't know, I'd be willing to catch whatever she's got." Another voice, this one reminds you of yourself as a twerpy teen for some reason, jealously staring at the pretty girls for reasons too murky for you to safely explore.

"Well, we can't catch anything by filming." You hear a third husky voice you can finally open your eyes. Three horribly human teens are standing over you, phones filming as you lie naked in the middle of a park...on Earth! You try to cover as much of your body as you can, but even after blocking your breasts and clasping your legs tight, you still feel downright obscene in your suckubi form. You try to stay calm, figuring if you can will yourself into a clothed human form, then you might be able to get these peeping perverts to delete any proof of your existence.

Much to your horror, you cannot seem to shift at will any longer. You try to stay calm, searching the longing looks of the losers looming over you hoping to pull a mostly clothed fantasy from one of their horny heads, but not only can't you sense anything, you can't shift at all! Plan B is to run for the nearest thatch of trees and hope everyone thinks their evidence is just some new Tik Tok feature, but that plan is dashed by a dozen or so bystanders starting to head your way, shouts of anger and alarm announcing their ill intentions for you.

You get up on spaghetti legs and try to run away, but the grass is wet and slippery and so are you. You trip and tumble and soon the crowd surrounds you, incoherent, enraged, engorged, and inconsiderately restraining you while some Beast Hunter Becky calls 911 to report you for lewd and lascivious behavior. By the time the cops call the Feds and the Feds call the scientists and the scientists call the churches and the churches call the mystics and the mystics call their agents, you are a worldwide sensation....

....

Fame and BAD fortune aren't so bad. You have no privacy, literally as your 'home' is a loft with glass walls and cameras filming from every angle, but you tell yourself it's just the price of fame. You have long since gotten used to being watched at all times, and over the years embarrassment turned to exhibitionism which evolved into exhaustion and eventually an enlightened apathy.

You don't have to work for a living, you have a nicer 'home' than you could have probably ever afforded, and your days are spent watching premium streaming services, fucking around online, and just plain fucking. The selection of all three is pretty varied and all of the highest quality. At first, you expected to be dissected and disposed of when you refused to let them study you with a 'male' specimen...especially after you showed him your tail was bigger than anything he had to offer and spanked his ass raw with it, but apparently your rarity and renown has kept you untouchable...well except in the ways you want to be touched.

There is no shortage of beautiful women of every shape and size and assorted equipment willing to 'experiment' with you. They all look so scared at first. You still can't change your form to save your life and while you've always found the pink skin, tail, and horns as part of your curious charm, but you can't blame the fillies for flinching. Besides, by the time they leave, they all end up screaming for far more pleasant reasons, as do you. They always beg to see you again, and you always agree. After all, it's not like you have anything better to do, but they all always stop showing up after a few sessions at most.

Your first thought is that your captors are sending you breeding stock and experimenting on your offspring, but many of the women they send you are infertile for a variety of reasons. Maybe it's just data for data's sake. You wonder what data they still need after all this time, but you suspect they might just be selling the footage online. You don't really care either way, not with all your needs and wants catered to. You are treated more like a spoiled house guest than a prisoner, with any food, drink, or **** gladly provided to you, probably just so they can see if it effects you differently the ten thousandth time you get high, eat two x-large pizzas with three x-large pussies for dessert.

Not a bad life at all. Still, sometimes you wonder if you could call it a 'good' life. Sometimes, when you feel to listless to feast or fuck or even get fucked up, you wonder if it's even a 'life' at all. Nothing ever changes, including you thanks to your mephistophiliam metabolism, and every day is the same with only different flavors of debauchery. In the end, if there ever is an end for you, it will be like you spent your entire life on vacation. You could imagine a lot worse, but sometimes it worries you that you can't really imagine better. You had dreams once, desires beyond this hedonistic haze, but those are half remembered and vague.

Now, your best day is virtually indistinguishable from your worst. You always wondered if that is what Heaven would be like, and it is one of the reasons you chose Hell instead, but now that you have ****, you suppose a living Heaven ain't all bad. If nothing else, you know at least you'll live...