The Adventures of Tantala the Succubus

Originally a story I wrote years ago for fur affinity... it is remarkably non-furry... at least the first chapter... the second has some... I will put up individual content labels as I post the chapters.

I hope you enjoy it and welcome any constructive feedback, or comments you might have

Chapter 1:

Content: comedy, succubus, no-sex, futa

Hell at the moment was rather pleasant, but that was only because it was raining in the abyss; however a good gust from heaven would roar through, clear out the storm system, and the volcanoes would stink up the place faster than a flatulent cat. The problem wasn’t the volcanoes, which like as not, were rather necessary for the whole lake of fire thing, as well as for illumination. Hell had no other light source and the large amounts of gas they put out which with the enclosed roof and all, well… stank. Tantala, or Tana for short, sipped her drink with the verve of a newly minted, well… winged and horned at least, succubus. She was on the last day of a two day pass before getting her first assignment in the mortal realm. Tantala had just received her wings and horns having, just barely, passed her certification boards. As a novice succubus she would be partnered on her first time out.

A succubae’s job was originally to question the moral assumptions of man concerning all things; sex, for which they are most renowned is simply a very easy target, and it is so much fun to question. Stealing men’s seed at night was merely a fun prank; abet one that had gotten very old. Several famous succubae had successfully paired with muses to question such things as: what are the rights of man? Is religion really right? What is the nature of god? And will anybody buy a pet rock(1)? Their job was one of the many officially sanctioned metaphysical careers that any free soul could embark on. While stringent in the graduation requirements, and more challenging than most careers, it was known for being rather fun. However the advent of the enlightenment and the rise of science had posed a problem; how do you tempt someone who positively refuses to acknowledge you exist? The subsequent drop in recruits had hurt the department so badly that they were almost at the point of petitioning god for a draft so they could be staffed even inadequately. Thus for the last two centuries or so the department had be limping along hoping that fundamentalist religion would take hold and revitalize the market; the war on terror, had on the other hand had sunk those hopes faster than a mob hit in New Jersey(2).

Thus out of options the Bureau of Succubae had appealed the Secretary of Metaphysical Debt Collection and Philosophy; better known as Lucifer, The Devil or Satan. The normally extremely crafty former seraphim(3) could only think of one solution: to expand the powers that succubae would have in the mortal realm. This solution however