Meet the Dev

A text from my dad indicated during the walk home that I’d have to prep a microwave meal if I wanted to survive the night; his bosses apparently have some kind of crisis going on and he’s in for a ton of overtime. Great for his funds, less great for his hungry kid who never learned how to cook. Sadly, unless this phone wants to also turn girls into my personal chefs, pre-cooked mac’n’cheese is all I'll get today.

While I did (barely) manage to not use the app for the rest of the school day, the journey home broke me with curiosity. Now exposed to the wider world of non-Catholic school ladies, I scroll through and explore the various qualifying females that come into and then leave my vicinity. Once they're over 18, the app really doesn't discriminate: old biddies, lesbians, hideous toad-people I'd never fuck voluntarily- I mean every lady in a certain range is here, each with their own weird first customization to unlock, some very particular to who they are or what state they're in. Unfortunately, going "cold turkey" didn't net me too many gems to start exploring these random unlocks; a whopping 14 gems, due solely to braless teens bouncing around, seemed rather low amount compared to what came before. Maybe boys are getting used to all the bounce at school? If so, then I had to ramp up the displays fast... probably with Teresa, since it'll be a long time before her performance becomes passe. Whatever I did, I had to get to 500 gems.

By the time I get home, I’m worked up enough that the morning jerk needs a follow-up. Maybe a second shower for this wank…

“Showers really are a nice touch.”

I think it's the passing heat of water that-

“Gah?!” I jump, fumble, stumble, and finally crash backwards into the couch arm behind me. Falling ass-over-head onto the cushions and away from the sudden presence in my living room, I quickly recover to spot the intruder. My mind… I wouldn’t say hurts, but it struggles when I try to identify or look at the thing standing there until, eventually, my eyes let me focus on the naked, azure creature… no, not naked, but wearing… gah!

“Go ahead, take your time,” the creature coos tauntingly, an act that somehow lets me see her more clearly. She's... and it must be a she... she's not human. I mean I wouldn't jump to that conclusion just because a short, blue woman with horns was cosplaying with impressive make-up, but I just... I just know it, deep in that growing black hole at the base of me that tells me this is not a person, but an entity, something wrong and apart from what I know... something otherworldly in a way that inspires awe far less than it inspires an animal panic.

She was barely five feet tall with almost a foot of it being the two, fleshy horns that grow from her hairline and shoot upwards. Each horn is a pillar that split up the raven-black bangs of her short haircut, and each is that same, cerulean shade as all the rest of her skin. What skin is hidden is hidden only by a simple, black leather one-piece complimented with matching, knee-high boots and a featureless choker. Where her skin bears the color of gems, her eyes truly seem them, the irises glittering and sparkling like sapphires in tiny seas of pale milk. Her snide smirk is the last thing I notice before the creature takes steps towards me and forces my retreat along the couch. “Come on now, that's no way to treat your... hah, benefactor.”

Her little breaths and sighs, her shaking body, so lithe and petite and covered, and yet... God I feel like I'm about to come in my pants every time she gets closer, the pressure on my glans is almost palpable, fuck... what is this-?!

“Mmm, nope... no, I can barely hold back around you, little Donald.” Her skin glows suddenly with curving, purple lines tattooed from the edges of her face down to her hands, her thighs, and into her boots where they no doubt reached every extremity. “That virgin energy... that deep, unquenchable lust... oh, yes,” she whispers as she leans over me, my head pressed against the opposite couch arm, her breath hot on my face, her words caressing my body in the depths no human woman could reach, “if you don't listen, I might just fuck you to **** before we even get any real beta testing done.”

“Gggnnh!” I sob aloud and tremble as I ejaculate without being touched, sullying my boxers with an unusually large load as my body does its best to convert me into nothing but a cum-shooting fucktoy for this goddess, this fiend, this master I'm now crying before as she-

... ah.... hah. I wipe my face, of tears and sweat, and sit up with the growing stain on my school pants as I look up and over the edge of my couch. There, towards the back of the small living space of the apartment, I see her at the dining room table sitting quiet and without that magical light emanating from her body. I can... I can stand to look at her, now, though no less horny. Indeed, my cock remains hard in my pants despite being covered in cooling seed. I do not dare speak, not before... she does.

“Good boy.”

There is no room for indignation where worry and post-orgasmic trembles occupy me.

“So, my name is... Ginger,” she carefully declares, “and I'm the Chief Programmer for Custom Girls.”

She pauses as if to permit my acknowledgement. I sit up proper, my hands on my palm as if to protect my uncontrollable erection, and I do my best to wrap my head around her words. I fail, just stuttering out, “W-What are you?”

“I... I just said what I am,” she sighs. “I knew this would be a bad idea. I should've sent in that stupid intern-- no, no, she would just fuck up the integrity of the project and... ugh, what a waste of my time...”

Her words slowly, finally, sink into my brain sufficient for me to put two and two together. “You... you made Custom Girls? You're... you're the one who put it on my phone?”

“Oh good, you've decided to join us,” she laughs, “that's right, Donny, I'm the developer.”

“You're... you're not...”

“A secret government agent or human corporation with pseudoscientific developments and infinite resources? No, and I don't know why you humans always think it's that before you think it's us.”

Us... oh. The horns... the powers... the presence of this. I admit I never imagined it would be like this, but of course... “Y-You're... a demon.”

She opens her mouth as if to correct me, pauses with her eyes cast to the side, and finally returns, “A succubus, which some idiots in the era of men seldom washing their dicks decided were 'demons,' sure. I mean they washed their dicks with cum and lubrications, and that's the right way to do it, but do you know how hard it is to get arousal out of a lady who has to smell all that unwashed flesh before then? Trust us, it's not easy, I mean good thing you invented beer until soap could come around because-”

“D-Devil!” It was part of a more comprehensive thought, about how she was the agent of Satan, how I had been tempted and failed and would now burn in Hell, or how the Devil was sending this creature to collect or tempt me, but the single word is all I could manage.

“No no, no devils or Lucifers or other crap like that. Just sex, succubi, and sex,” she casually explains.

“Y-You said it twice-”

“We like sex.”

I pause as my brain tries to process the joke, but it fails as I just repeat myself, “You're trying to... to tempt me.”

“Well duh, why do you think we hired an Art Director? Those assets need to be attractive, and I think the shattering glass aesthetic is going to do much better than-”

“Art Director?”

“For the... for the app- you're kind of slow, huh? I mean I'm trying to get ahead in this conversation just by plucking it out of your brain, but you just keep thinking about all the religious implications. Why don't I explain it outright for you, hmm?” That simple "hmm" makes my cock twitch, and apparently she notices it despite it being hidden by the couch. “Sorry, it's hard not to... speak with my real voice. I have to keep forcing myself to talk like a human, without any... well, energy behind it. That's what it's all about, Donny: energy.”

Okay, now I'm being lectured... and the familiarity of that somehow eases my nerves. I still don't really understand what's going on, but her being nice and far away at least let my brain retain what she's telling me. “Energy...?”

“Sexual energy. The app lets you make the world hornier, and people get more sexual energy going, and we succubi get to harvest that energy- wait no, you're going to think that's soul-eating or something. The point is you guys experience it, and then you let it pass into our world, and we get to then enjoy the energy you made by experiencing it. Only difference really is that you made it by having a good time, and we consume it to live. Simple, right?” As if to prove she's in my mind, she answers the question I barely manage to form in my mind. “No, your soul isn't involved- I mean it's nicer if you're spirited about the fornication, but that's about it.”

So she can read my mind... but she can't seem to calm me down, because panic is still running through me as I realize my thoughts are no longer private. Such is way more unsettling than her appearance or nature or... or any of the things she's telling me. I barely manage the most obvious question she's left unanswered, “S... So why... tell me?”

“Because you're being a stick in the mud when you should be a dick in your Custom Girls.” She gives me some time to process, sees that I don't, and groans her frustration before adding, “You're not using the app when you have been, which is annoying as fuck when we gave you absurd power over the one you call Teresa! Do you have any idea how much it costs us to give you those buttons? I mean thanks to my expertise it's cheaper than ever, but you are wasting our resources and not getting us a decent return!”

“A... return?”

“Sexual energy, Donny, we talked about this already. We give you the app, we use energy to make things happen, and those things happening give us more energy than we put in. That's the plan... and we've really come a long way developing this whole thing, but you're wasting it by just sitting on your good Christian boy hands!”

The absurdity of her presentation finally gets grounded enough--or maybe I'm finally shaking off the terror and shock of meeting a literal demon--that I can manage to shoot back, “I-I made Teri masturbate in front of my school!”

“Big deal! No one got off besides her, and you only moved up the masturbation schedules by 10.5%! I mean hey, not bad, but I know we can do better.”

“So...” I swallow hard before I dare ask, “So what now? You're saying you're not after my soul and you're not working for Satan, but...”

“But I must be, right? Look, think of us as aliens if that makes it easier for you: we live apart from humans but depend on humans, simple as that. The only harm we bring is whatever harm you cause when using our app... and that's why the awareness features were made, because humans usually only get harmed if they think harm into themselves. See? There. All the cards are on the table, now stop worrying about being arrested or killed or sent to Hell already and get to making more people horny.”

Her rapid explanation only makes more questions, but the only one I manage to get out is the one capitalism put in me. “Then... what do I have to pay for all this?”

“Attention and time, which you humans have very little of,” she snidely replies, “and what we will have eternally as long as humans keep having sex.”

“What if... what if I say no?”

The lights in the room darken. Ginger is, by every measure, petite and short and frail-looking except for the potential menace of those skinned horns... but her eyes take on a light that makes tears start to stream down my eyes as I begin to ejaculate in my pants again. I can barely focus on her, even there so far and away from my body, as she drives vindictive, orgasmic bliss into my body. “You... would say 'no'... to me? After everything we've invested? After I manifested personally to give you this gift and these instructions?” I ejaculate a third time, my body convulsing as I whimper and shiver with her terrible, wrathful bliss. I pray to a God I barely believed in--a God that must be real now, a God that has turned His eye from me to leave me with a demon!--and beg to be saved, beg to be released or spared from this terrible, crushing pleasure that burns itself into my nerves, but I don't hear His response. Only Ginger's. “So be it. Refuse if you dare, User.”

It's almost five o'clock when at last I regain consciousness. My hand drifts to my phone as I slowly pull it out, my body shifting uncomfortably as I feel moisture on my crotch... and a ready hard-on as if I hadn't just come more times in a few minutes than I ever could in a day. I'm on the couch, and my pants were soaked, but... was that real? Did that truly...?

But my vain hope, that the haunting visit of a demon was nothing but a wet dream in the middle of the day, is destroyed when my phone came into view. The app is already booted up to greet me... along with an animated, chibi version of "Ginger" there to wave at me and wink. The tooltip appears below her feet, but her voice whispers just behind my right ear to say it, paralyzing my body until she finishes.

So here's some encouragement: your first daily quest. Lose your virginity before midnight, and you'll get 100 gems. Fail, and we'll take the app away along with everything we've done to protect you and make others forget what you've done. Good luck.

When at last her voice releases me, I stand and spin around, arms raised as if to defend myself... but the blue demon is nowhere to be found, and a ten-minute search of the tiny apartment proves she is at least gone from the physical realm. When at last I accept that she's gone, I sit back on the couch and stare at the message... this final, damning message. It's 5:20 P.M. and... and I've got until midnight to surrender my V-card or go to... jail? Prison? The chair? What outcome would await if I disappointed the literal devil that now threatens me? Fuck, fuck what choice do I even have? I start to tremble and hug myself on the couch as I realize what's now at stake... and what I must do to avoid the consequences of what I've already done.