The Shortstackubus (Patreon)

A real quickly put together piece. Somebody on twitter had suggested it a while ago, and I found it looking back into my old stuff and coming up with the pun title. I kept thinking of her as somewhere between Midna from Zelda and Dusa from Hades (at least when it came to the voice).

I actually salvaged the intro to this one from one of my oldest unfinished stories, Shortstack Backpack. The demon was originally more of a devil on your shoulder who liked to ride on your back while she tempted and teased you, but I didn’t have much beyond the concept. So the first half page or so is the same setup I used to just go boom bam, we’re in the story, here’s the sexy part.

For all the time, lore and length I put into some of these stories, I think these short and quick ones tend to hit harder a lot of the times.

I had to ask why Jimmy was doing so well for himself lately. He was dressing nicer and had just got a new car. He said it was all thanks to his getting a personal secretary, which was weird considering he was working at a fast food place before all that. He knew a place that hired these assistants out for next to nothing and passed me the business card. I called them up that night and was greeted by a sultry woman's voice, making it sound more like a sex hotline than anything else.

"Thank you for calling The Secretarial Service Sect. Have you read and agreed to our terms and conditions?"

Okay. One of these. I bluffed and told them yes to avoid a 10 minute monologue about their right to use my information like every other video game and phone bill had.

"Perfect. I'll be right with you."

Then my phone exploded.

I pulled my hand back as an intense heat burned my palm for a split second. A wild spray of black and red fire shot out of where my phone had just been, suddenly stopping and floating in midair like a miniature black hole from Hell. A particularly thick wisp of black smoke lashed out at me like a tentacle and wrapped tight around my wrist. I was bracing to be dragged inside when the weird hell-hole simply vanished. All that was left was the rapidly fading burning sensation on my hand and a slight itch on my wrist. When I looked at it, there was a scar; some unclear series of runes that took up a square inch of flesh.

"So you’re the new commission, huh?"

An especially high-pitched voice spoke rather than the sultry one on the phone. It sounded more like a cartoon mascot than any secretary I could imagine.

I looked around a few times and didn’t find the source of the voice. I suspected it was more fucked up monster magic before something pulled on my pants leg. That something was clearly a tiny demon.

She was a little over two feet tall and a shade of red so bright it barely stepped into pink. Ashen gray hair was tied back into a large ponytail that dangled back between two large bat wings and a pair of wildly outward spiraling horns going to either side of her head. She wore a black leather skirt (same as her tube top and boots) around some very wide hips, a thick, foot-long tail sticking out from underneath her clothes. She had a definite pear shape to her, bottom-heavy but with a pair of grapefruit-sized tits that looked even bigger on her squat body. She looked up at me with big, half-lidded purple eyes and some plump, pouty lips.

Her big, mismatched red and yellow eyes blinked as they looked me over.

“Nothing too impressive to work with. But I’ve had worse.”

The runty demoness paced a little lap around me, her stubby legs trotting rapidly as she went. She shrugged when it finished, flapping her wings once and floating in the air in front of me without having to beat them again.

“Happy to meet youuuuuu…” The demoness stopped to manifest a phone in her hand with a puff of smoke.

“Conner! That’s it! I’m Moogs, and if you call me Moogy I will claw your heart out.”

She added the last part with a chipper flourish as she stuck out a left hand. I awkwardly shook it, not wanting to escalate things any further.

“Hey… so what just happened? I just hired an imp?” I asked uncertainly.

“Succubus,” Moogs impatiently corrected.

“I’m a smaller than average succubus. And you just signed your life away to live in my servitude.”

I felt a chill as I went pale at the idea.

“Servitude? Did I just sell you my soul?!”

Moog’s eyes went wide at the suggestion, even reeling back a bit.

“WHAT?! No! Do you think it’s THAT easy to transfer a soul! That shit takes years, and that’s not counting the paperwork! You can’t just pass off the immortal essence of a creature just like that!”

She shook her head in disbelief.

“Hells, this is what happens when you don’t read the fine print.”

Moogs thrust a short-clawed nail into my nose.

“So I’ll give you the dummy version. That mark we gave you? That’s my brand. You’ve agreed to give me absolute control of your life, for better and worse. I require the excess life force given off by humans to maintain my presence and influence on Earth. In short…”

She held out her hands in a guiding gesture.

“I provide for you however you need. That frees up your time and energy to feed me your dick all day long.”

The pressure of my blind agreement suddenly vanished. I looked at her hopefully.

“Wait, you’re my new sugar mama?”

Moogs folded her arms and frowned.

“I don’t know what that means. But here.”

She held out her hands, palms up where more of the black fire appeared. She clapped her hands together and the flames vanished, giving off a strange rippling effect through the world.

“I just put half a million of your earth dollars into your account. That’s the kind of control I have over your life.”

“Oh… that easy, huh? Then can’t you just make me sign my soul away or bring me to Hell if you control me?”

“I control your life. Not you. There’s a lot of specifics to it, between being a contract and being a pact with demons. I can do this…”

She snapped her fingers and in less than a blink of an eye, we were standing on a crowded beach.

“But I can’t make you go swimming. I can do this, but I can’t make you eat…”

She snapped again and we were sitting at a restaurant. A waiter came by and offered me a wine list, but I could barely touch it before Moogs snapped me away again. This time we were back in my bedroom.

“I control the things around you. Which is to say I can’t MAKE you fuck my brains out, because human will and all that crap…”

She landed back on the ground and waved a clawed little hand. I heard every door and window in the room thump shut. I watched as the only door back to the main house seemed to melt into the walls and vanish.

“But I can make it so that you don’t leave the room until you do. So get to dickin’!”

“Aren’t I going to be kind of big for you?” I asked warily.

At this point I was more than down to bone the shortstack demon for money. I just wanted to make sure I was doing this right.

“Please. Vaginal sex is for vanilla bitches. Plus…”

She pursed her lips impatiently.

“It’s a pain in the ass to have to float or climb up you the whole time. So you’re taking the direct route,” she explained.

Moogs opened her mouth, which was lined with short, dull teeth and a pair of large canines on top and bottom. A fat wet tongue rolled out as the mouth opened wider than I thought it should be able to, even on her large head. She pointed inside, as if indicating she was hungry.

I took a steadying breath and shrugged. It was pretty clear that Moogs could have killed me if she wanted to, and if feeding her cum or sex or whatever was her meal ticket, she wouldn’t have any reason to bite my junk off. And her gaping, drooling maw looked pretty inviting like this…

I finally dropped my pants and lowered my junk in her mouth. I had to stoop a bit to get it actually in there, but god damn was it worth it. Her tongue reached out to cup my balls like a warm pillow, curling slightly to cradle them. I shuddered from that alone, but Moogs leaned in closer to wrap her juicy lips around my shaft. She sealed it up tightly with a warm, wet slurp, hugging her softly drooling mouth around my rod.

“Mmmmmmfee~!”

Moogs moaned noisily, shutting her eyes in pleasure. As hot as her blowjob skills were, I was surprised to see that she seemed to be enjoying it even more than I was. Her tongue flexed to writhe beneath my balls, guiding me in deeper as her mouth clenched covetously around my dick. Her big mouth squished as her warm saliva churned around my rod, swished around by her pulsing cheeks. My legs went weak and I found myself bending over even further, resting my hands on her horns.

“Finally found out what those are for, did ya?” Moogs asked.

Her head was still rocking slowly back and forth, blowing me hungrily as she sucked the life force or precum or whatever it was she needed out of me. I was pretty distracted with my first demonic blowjob so it took me a second to realize she was speaking directly into my mind since her mouth was busy.

“Oh fuck… I didn’t know you could do that,” I gasped.

I was completely breathless, like she was sucking it right out of my shaft.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m bound to you. And why would I bother doing anything with my mouth that would keep me from eating my only food source?”

I shivered as her tongue slapped at the edges of my dick, teasing the underside of its head with incredible expertise. I could feel a glob of precum burst out to reward her tongue for its efforts. I twitched and thrust a bit deeper, feeling something small and soft tingle against my cock tip. Moogs let out a sudden and high-pitched gasp, making her mouth tighten around my dick again.

“You alright?” I asked breathlessly, still at the mercy of her BJ.

She nodded gingerly, grimacing as if she’d just pulled something.

“Don’t ever ask me that, human. It’s just been a while and when you literally live off sucking dick… ya start to enjoy it. A lot.”

She leaned in for another deep swallow of my dick. It was tough to gauge exactly how her inhuman mouth worked, but I started to figure out what it was that kept sliding against me. I started to wonder if she had some kind of clit in there before I realized it was just an especially sensitive uvula brushing against me. Her body tensed and shivered every time I passed it, a fresh shock of pleasure that kept her coming back for more.

I decided to try and help out, pulling on Moogs’ horns to push in faster and deeper. Her eyes widened and she looked up at me before leaning into it. The shortstack succubus started to moan in her squeaky voice and drooled over her plump tits as she kept working faster and faster. She took in quick, sharp breaths through her nose until she suddenly shivered, hugging her mouth around my dick. She leaned into it like it was all that was holding herself up, and I heard the faint sound of water trickling. I glanced down long enough to see some thick, clear fluids running down her thigh; she had actually orgasmed from her blowjob!

With an extra thick layer of saliva going now, Moogs pumped her head with an impatient pace. I could only hold onto her horns as she suddenly went after my seed with a ravenous hunger, like her own orgasm had lit a fire under her. With a long, noisy slurp she slowly drew her head back and got exactly what she wanted. I gripped her horns tightly like handlebars and bucked as I came deep inside her, emptying my balls into her mouth.

I thought it was my mid-nut head spinning, but I could see a dull pink glow emanating all around her. Moogs shut her eyes like she was focusing on something, or maybe just savoring the moment. She finished drawing her mouth back, smacking her lips with some thick jizz still sticking around floating in her mouth.

“Mmm… wasn’t expecting it to be that good. Been a century or two since I last had a proper feeding,” she muttered in her squeaky voice.

Her cheeks darkened into a deep red as she avoided meeting my gaze. It was tough to tell when a pink girl was blushing.

“So guess you’re not so bad. I wouldn’t mind stickin’ around if you can feed me like that.”

“Gladly,” I sighed, leaning back against a wall and slumping to the ground.

“Still got it,” she snickered.

Moogs smirked at me as she saw the results of her oral handiwork. She tossed some of her silvery hair back over her shoulder.

“Welcome to your living Hell, mortal. Cuz you’re all mine now. …which, just to clarify, I don’t think Hell is that bad. It’s always warm, they feed ya, you don’t have to do a lot of work…”

The curvy little succubus went rambling on while I was just happy to watch her pace back and forth, bouncing her big booty around. I was already starting to stiffen up from thinking when her next feeding time was.