Like You Gotta Ask

She’s tall. Taller than me by almost a full head height. Her ashen grey skin covered in black tattoos running all over her naked body. Her breasts are as big as basket balls and seem to not understand the concept of gravity, hips wide enough to match with an almost absurdly skinny waist connected them. I slowly keep raising my head until I get to her face, she has long pointed ears like an elf, thick red lips, and short curled horns sticking out of the top of her head. Her red hair practically glowed as it also seemed to enjoy not following the laws of physics seeing how it floated behind her as if it were underwater. Her luscious locks probably long enough to reach down to her ass if she wanted them too. But the most captivating feature of hers, is her eyes. The purest midnight black I’ve ever seen. Staring into them feels as though I’m staring into the void. I just stare at her, unable to comprehend what I’m looking at. She responds to my stunned silence by saying,

“Hehe! You can relax silly! I’m just one of the developers for the app! I’m here to check on our favorite customer”

Her voice is extremely upbeat and perky, giving the impression she’s overjoyed to even be here talking to me. With a little fun teasing thrown in.

“Well… Only customer. But who cares about that little detail?” She says.

With all this crazy information hitting each of my senses and railroading their way into my brain for processing; there was only ever one real outcome for my mouth to take before my brain could catch up.

“Oh, well that’s good. Here I was thinking you were the tooth fairy coming for my wisdom teeth. Thank God you're not, cuz I got those out years ago. Awkward situation successfully avoided.” I say instinctually hiding my fear behind my snark.

My response is met with more giggles from the so-called developer before she says,

“It probably would have been more than awkward. She’s not exactly gentle.”

Oddly enough, a mythical creature known for bringing about nothing but sin and vice from mankind to lead them on a path of destruction casually confirming the existence of the tooth fairy allowed my brain to catch up. Who’d have known?

“Hold on. You said you’re… A developer for the app? But… You’re a demon?” I manage to squeak out, my snarky bravado having lived its’ life.

“Yep! A succubus to be specific! You can call me Jane. It’s easier and less life threatening for you than to learn my real name. I’m one of a few succubae that’ve been working hard for a while now to create the Custom Girls app!”

… Ok. That wasn’t a whole lot of words, but they come with a truck load of implications. With an even bigger load of questions following it. My years of training in the nerd culture have taught me how dangerous and evil demons are, with succubae being especially manipulative. I doubt I can trust anything she says at face value. But if she intended me harm, she probably would have done so already. So far, she just seems friendly. Probably playing a long game then. I try to push all my fears and skepticism aside and focus on gathering intel. All the specifics of how the app works can wait, first I need to ask,

“… Why?”

“Like the app said in the terms of service! To spice up life! Ours, and you humans! We’ve been gathering energy the old-fashioned way for centuries now, and believe me, even fucking can get old hat after so long. So, we did some thinking! And came up with a plan! A plan to get energy without fucking humans, but from having humans fuck with other humans! I’m not sure how it works exactly, I mostly just worked on the UI aspects, but it’s super cool! We couldn’t just give out the app like candy though and ruin human society and our source of energy. So, we decided to give it to a handful of beta testers, starting with you!” She said with supernaturally infectious excitement. Doing a little schoolgirl bounce to add emphasis a few times too.

“This… Is a lot to take in. When you say feed off energy from humans, that’s not… Deadly, to us is it?” I say as I rub my forehead, trying to work through the whirlwind of information she just dropped and the multitude of questions my brain is asking.

“Oh no! Not at all! We succubae have never killed anyone! The whole soul sucking thing is just a myth started by prudes. We live by spreading pleasure! That pleasure generates an energy that sustains us. We’re just asking you to help us spread that pleasure! Which we know you’d like to do~” She winks at me as she finishes that sentence.

“Don’t worry about using the app as you see fit! It’s all in good fun! If you have any questions and need to talk to me, there’s a little question mark icon in the app. It’ll notify me that you need some help! Have fun! I’ll be watching! Oh! And sorry about the crash earlier! We’ll make get that fixed pronto!” She says as she gives a cute little wave and a happy smile, before vanishing into thin air. Leaving me alone and confused as hell once again.

Silence fills my apartment. I stand there, motionless for a while trying to get all my thoughts in order before I reach a conclusion.

“I… Need a drink.”

With that directive in mind, I leave my apartment.