Undercover and makeover

Emily just couldn’t stand it. Her curiosity was like an irresistible itch on her back, and she knew there was only one way to scratch it. After quietly lowering herself from the top bunk bed, she tippy toed to Integra.

Seeing the white haired woman slumber in the arm chair, Emily wondered if she might have something in her pockets that might provide a clue as to what she’d been up to. She slipped her hand in one of Integra’s pockets...

“Nothing…”

She tried the other one…

“No luck either.”

Inspection the woman closer, Emily noticed a small piece of paper in Integra’s bra. She reached for the paper…

Only for Integra to turn in her sleep, blocking her cleavage.

“Darn it!” Whispered Emily. Pondering her options, she continued. “But if I can’t reach it from above…” Brown hair grew over Emily’s body, as she turned into a tiny little mouse. “Then maybe from below.”

She climbed with her tiny little paws on Integra’s legs, slipping underneath the cloak and shirt. Crawling over her stomach, she finally saw the paper stuck down her bra. She carefully pulled the paper with her teeth, making a little victory squeak. She tried to make her way down, except…

“What’s happening? What is she doing?!” Thought Emily. Integra moved again, her arms now blocking the lower half of the shirt. There was no way out. “Crap!”

Meanwhile, the rest of the group was fast asleep, when an unknown figure entered the tent. They walked to the big bed and grabbed Lucile’s shoulder. “Erh, wha…?” Said the drowsy Witch.

Looking at the figure, Lucile saw the face of another succubus. “You’re Lucile, aren’t you?”

“Depends, who’s asking?”

“Apologies, my name is Dhystil. I’ve heard about your failed attempt to woo your tiefling friend…”

“…Fááááááántastic…” Sarcasm and embarrassment dripped from Lucile’s lips.

“…Which is why a few of my sisters and I want to help you!”

“Help me how?”

“You’ll see..” Dhystil dragged her out of the bed before Lucile even had the chance to object.

“She’s here, guys!” Yelled Dhystill to five of her sisters, pushing Lucile towards them.

“Oh yeah, I see some potential.” Said a tall and slender succubus.

“Potential for what, exactly?”

“Potential to bring out your beauty, girl!” Said the succubus with crimson red skin.

“We heard about your crush, so we just had to help you with a makeover!”

“You think I need a makeover to win over Talrach?” Asked Lucile.

“Sweetheart, you need a makeover, period!” Mocked a skinny succubus. “I mean, I know there’s beauty in there, it’s just buried beneath the soot and the messy hair.”

“And not to mention the smell!” Said a short succubus. “Do you ever bathe?!”

“Erm, well, sometimes. But I tend to get absorbed into my research and-“

“Yeah, we heard enough. Kelixia, fill the bathe.”

As the bathe was being prepared, the succubi inspected her further. “And this loincloth! I love them as much as the next succubi, but this one’s filthy!”

“It’s also the only thing I can wear.” Objected Lucile. “Because of my arcane tattoos.”

“Regardless, we’re gonna take it off!” Demanded Dhystil. She grabbed the loincloth bra, and yanked it up.

“Cute bugbites!” Said the short succubus, as Lucile covered her A cups.

“And I thought Desiderata was one the small side!” Snorted the skinny succubus. “Let’s hope Talrich loves the little ones.”

When Dhystill grabbed the loincloth bottoms, all succubi audibly gasped, Kelixia speaking her goddess’ name.

“What?!” Asked Lucile in confusion.

“Have… have you ever used a razor in your life?” Asked Dhystill in shock.

“It’s just that,” blushed the embarrassed Lucile. “I don’t like a razor that close to my, y’know?”

“Gods…”

“It’s not that bad, is it?” Asked Lucile.

“Not that bad?!” The skinny succubus spoke in protest. “It’s the freaking Forest of Nambumue, except somehow even denser.”

“But not for long…” said Dystill, as she held up a razor.

“Aaand done!” Said the succubus. “Smooth as glass.”

Feeling down there, Lucile could not get used to the bare feeling from her womanhood. “What else do you have planned?”