Falling. 


How? Why? My mind raced for answers. I had been going out to get my sister a last-minute present for her birthday. I could still feel the bike helmet on my head, pushed away slightly by my budding horns. 


Darkness. I couldn’t see the ground, could hardly tell which way was down. I knew that riding at night was dangerous, the stretch of road to the city was pitch black. I had strapped a flashlight to the front of my bike, but even that was gone now. 


Pain. Barely any sensation past the burning feeling on my face and chest. I could tell, from how long I’d already fallen, from the warm blood on my fur, I was going to die. 


Then, the wind slowed, my pain eased. I could hear a voice from below, soft and sweet, asking me, “Do you want to live, poor thing?” 


I couldn’t answer, my voice wouldn’t come to me, but it continued, “I’ll help you, little one, don’t worry. I’ll just ask a small favor from you after.” 


I didn’t think it was real, just something my mind had come up with to soothe me, maybe a long lost memory as my life flashed before my eyes. But then, I felt a tingle on my back, like a numb, slightly itchy sensation, static crawling under my skin. Pressure built up against my chest, as something—a pair of somethings—sprouted from my shoulder blades, tearing through the fabric of my shirt. I wasn’t able to move, but I could see the ends of the large, leathery wings I had just grown. 


The same tingle was in my eyes, and suddenly the moonless night lit up, and I could clearly see the cliff edge I had been flung over, along with the barest hint of car headlights above me. It was like time was standing still. 


My tail was next. I couldn’t see it, but it felt much longer than the small bob I had before, and there was now a strangely sensitive area at the end. 


Then, that strange feeling covered my entire body, and I could see my fur darken before my eyes, from my old white, to solid black. Just like that, the pain had stopped and my head was clear. 


As I began to fall again, I tumbled slightly, but instinctively used my wings and tail to right myself. I was able to ride the wind and glide to the ground below. 


It took me a second to realize what had just happened. I flexed my wings and turned to look at my tail (now a long, smooth thing with a spade capping off the end), comprehension dawning on my shaken mind. Before I had time to sort out what this would mean for me, I heard that voice again. 


“I see you made it down safely, child.” I turned to face it, and was met with something I was completely unprepared for. 


“G-grandma?” I couldn’t believe it. She looked exactly like the pictures in our photobook. Despite the fact that they were taken decades ago, she still looked to be in her twenties. Well, ‘exactly’ wasn’t the right word, as there was a very clear difference, now that I looked at her: she had the same bat-like wings and spade-tipped tail that I now possessed. She was also completely nude. I knew, in my head, that the normal reaction would have been disgust, but I was struck by a different thought: she was beautiful. Her goat-like appearance was contrasted by her demonic attributes, giving her a sleek and powerful atmosphere. A small voice in my mind told me I should be guilty about those feelings, but I couldn’t help but feel a bit happy knowing that I must look pretty similar to her. 


“You recognize me! Yes, it’s me, dear,” she said, beaming at me. It surprised me just how much we looked alike, especially now that my fur had darkened to meet her natural color. “I can’t tell you how worried I was when I saw you were due today, so I raced over to offer you a contract. Most mortals don’t get this kind of chance, you know, but it was much easier given that you already had a decent amount of demonic blood running through you.


“Now, I’m sure you have a bunch of questions, but I’ll have to complete the deal first,” her glowing smile gained the barest hint of mischief as she continued. “You owe me a favor. I don’t want to put too much pressure on you right after you just almost died, so how about this: I have a feeling that, after tonight, your life is going to get a lot more turbulent. Just promise me, don’t let anybody else’s judgements get in the way of who you are.” 


With that, she held out her hand. I slowly stepped forward and gave it a shake, and immediately felt something change inside of me. It was like a veil had been lifted. Before, I had always been a bit anxious of what people thought of me, no matter the situation, but it was like those feelings just fell away in a moment. 


“Hey, Grandma?” I started, trying to think of something to say as I let go of her hand. “Uh- thank you. For all of that.” 


“Of course, dear. Goodbye for now, I promise to drop by soon,” she said, just before disappearing in a sudden burst of flame that was gone as quickly as it appeared. 


Once she was gone, I started working on my next problem. My bike was all the way up on the cliff (most likely wrecked), there was probably somebody else up there that thinks they just killed me, and I still didn’t have a birthday gift. I didn’t particularly want to explain how I was still alive, and with my new wings I didn’t need a bike anymore. I checked my pocket and found that the money I had brought was still safe, and I counted myself lucky that my sister’s birthday was on the same week as Halloween, so nobody should bat an eye if they see a kid ‘dressed up’ like a demon. 


I removed my helmet and took to the sky, flying as if I had known how all my life. I made sure to come up right in front of where I’d gotten hit, giving the driver a good view of me, before going to town. 


Sure enough, the ragged state of my clothes and my new appendages were completely overlooked as I went to the mall (other than a few people complimenting how realistic they looked as I passed by). Immediately, I noticed something strange upon entering such a crowded place: I could smell everybody. And not like natural musk or whatever, but this sweet, almost floral scent that I’d never smelled before permeating the area. I quickly realized that it was a combination of scents emitted by those around me, and I could even pick individual people’s scents out of the crowd. Most were barely perceptible unless I was standing right next to the person, but a few seemed to cover the whole building. 


To figure out what it really was I could smell, I tried following the strongest scent, which was actually a pair of odors coming from a bathroom. It was a single person room, which was already strange because I was sure there were two people in there, and I could hear a voice from through the door. It wasn’t loud enough for me to make out any of the words, but between its breathy, higher-pitched sound and a more guttural grunting, I was pretty sure I knew what was going on inside. Normally, I would have been so embarrassed that my blush would be visible through my fur, but now I just felt proud that I was pretty sure I knew what that strange smell meant. 


With that mystery solved, I still needed to find a gift for my sister. She’s a few years older than me, and really into an old anime, so I looked around for a figurine of one of the characters (which I knew I’d recognize since she made me watch it with her, like, a hundred times). Luckily, there was a shop displaying some of the show’s merch from the window, and finding her favorite character was pretty easy after that. 


Strangely enough, when I was getting checked out, the cashier and other store patrons started giving off more and more of that flowery scent, and I could have sworn that the person just behind me in line even started to subtly glow pink. Unfortunately, before I could find out what that meant, I was given my bag and left. 


The flight home was pretty nice, but it occurred to me that I had changed quite a bit since I left the house. I tried to think of a good excuse, but there really wasn’t a good explanation for changing fur color and sprouting a few new limbs. My only hope was that Mom would already know about Grandma, and she’d know what happened. Still, given the situation I was pretty optimistic. 


I landed near our porch and walked toward the door. Still thinking of what to do, I rang the doorbell. 


“Coming!” It was my dad’s voice, and I saw the silhouette of the large komodo dragon through a curtained window when he got up. 


“Dad, wait!” I said, pushing back as he tried to open the door. 


“Corey? Are you back already?” He said, pushing harder and opening it a few inches. 


“Can you get Mom? I, uh- I decided to get you a gift, too, and I don’t want you to see it, yet,” I managed to get the words out just before he completely overpowered me. 


“Oh! Sure, bud, I’ll go get her,” he said, and closed the door behind him. 


Moments later, the door opened again, and a tall husky woman stepped through. Mom had two different colored eyes (her left was blue and her right was brown), and the markings on her forehead kinda made it look like she was mad all the time. “Hey, Coron, what’d you need me-?” she stopped as she saw me. 


“Hey, Mom, I had a bit of trouble getting the gift,” I tried to grin, but seeing the worried look on her face made it hard, and I suddenly didn’t feel nearly as positive as I was on my way home. 


Quickly, she closed the door behind her and lifted me up in a hug. “Why? What happened to you?” I could feel her arms shaking as she held me. 


Once she put me back down, I told her about how I was hit by a car and saved by Grandma. She seemed to calm down after I finished and hugged me again. 


“Alright,” she started after a moment and mumbled something to herself. “Alright, did your grandma tell you what kind of demon you were?” 


“No, she left before I could really say anything,” I answered. 


“Of course,” I heard some vague swearing under her breath, “well, it shouldn’t be that hard to figure out, I’ve still got some of those old books in the basement. In the meantime, you can go in like normal. Dad already knows about Grandma, and he’ll be able to explain it to Sarah. I’d be surprised if Jason even leaves his room tonight, let alone notices you’ve changed, but we’ll tell him sooner or later.” 


The next half-hour was a blur, Mom explaining to Dad, Dad explaining to my sister. Eventually, Jason, our middle brother, came out for food and was briefed on the situation. We decided to microwave some leftovers while Mom was in the basement, which was good since I was starving. It was strange, though, because I didn’t feel the hunger in my stomach as much as spread through my whole body. 


The food was strangely bland and, even after I ate it all, I didn’t feel any less hungry. In fact, I felt even worse, and I was feeling anxious about the whole situation. Finally, before I really started freaking out, Mom called me into the basement. 


“Okay, here’s the tricky part,” she said once we were sitting between dusty boxes and old clothes, holding a large tome in front of her. “We’re gonna have to narrow down the options. You didn’t get any larger, or burst into flames, and,” she reached up to feel my forehead, “you’re temperature didn’t change, so that we’ve already cut down on quite a few. Now, you got that gift for your sister, right?” 


I nodded, and she continued, “did you feel like you needed the cheapest option? Or that maybe you didn’t want to give it to her after all?” 


“No, I don’t really like that character, and I knew I’d have to give the leftover money back to Dad, anyway.” 


“Okay, good. And you didn’t decide to just give up halfway through... How about hungry? Do you feel like you really need to eat?” She was flipping through the pages of her book, now. 


“Yeah, I’m starving, even after dinner! It was hard to get it down, though, it’s like it lost its flavor.” 


The brief smile she had when I started was quickly replaced by another worried look, and she was turning pages by the dozen. “Do you... You don’t smell something strange all of a sudden, do you?” 


“Oh, yeah, it’s a bit like everybody has roses in their pockets, only sweeter,” I said, neglecting to mention my theory about what I was really smelling. 


“And you said you’re starving?” it seemed like her fur turned a shade whiter as she looked at me. “Um, Coron, can you—just until we figure this out—can you try to stay away from your sister? In fact, it’d probably be best if you stayed in your room for a while.” 


“But, her birthday’s tomorrow, and I just got her a gift!” I argued, but the look on her face said enough. “OK, I’ll try...” 


“Oh, I’m sorry, kiddo, you can give her your present some other time,” she said, pulling me in for another hug. By now, her scent had become really strong and I started seeing that pink glow around her as she let go. “I’m gonna- um, I’ll  take these up to my room,” she gestured toward several heavy books behind her, though she looked a bit distracted. 


“Do you want some help-?” 


“No!” she pulled away slightly, before taking a deep breath. “I mean, I’ll just get your father to help me.” 


Feeling like I’d done something wrong, I got up and left the basement as she collected the boxes of books, and I made my way to my room. 


I passed the time as best as I could, but I was getting hungrier all the while. A few hours later, well after it was time to get to bed, I realized that the strange smell was more powerful than ever. Two scents, in particular, were on the level of the pair in the bathroom at the mall. I could tell that one of them was Mom, maybe with dad’s smell in there, though it was a bit faint. The next strongest was coming from my brother’s room, and it was practically calling me to him. 


I quietly opened my door and crept down the hall. Sure enough, his light was on, and I could hear faint panting from inside his room. I gave two soft knocks and heard a scramble as I opened the door. 


Jason’s a husky, like mom, and only a year older than me. He got dad’s hazel eyes, and was about a foot taller than me. His scent was intoxicating and he was outlined in a bright pink aura. He was sitting at his computer and had a blanket pulled over his lap when I walked in. He wasn’t wearing a shirt or, I was pretty sure, pants either. 
“I was having trouble sleeping, do you think I could stay the night in here?” I asked as innocently as possible. 


He clicked his mouse several times and nodded without making any motion to get up. “Sure, I, uh, guess that’s fine.” 


“I can sleep on the floor,” I said, and pulled one of the pillows off his bed. Slowly, I took off my shirt (which was about the only way I could do it with my new wings). 


“Why are you...?” he trailed off, and I could see something move from under his blanket. 


“I don’t think my jammies will fit with the wings, so I’ll just sleep in my underwear tonight. Can I use your extra blanket?” I asked, pointing toward the one he had on his lap. 


“Oh, uh, here let me just, um- you can use- I mean,” while he stuttered his way into an answer, I had removed my pants and was walking toward him. For some reason, watching him squirm felt good, but I knew there was still more to do to satiate my hunger. 


He pulled the blanket toward him as I reached out, but instead of going for the edge, I put my hand around what I’d seen move earlier. 


“Corey? What are-?” 


“Relax, I just couldn’t help but notice what you were trying to hide in here,” I said, and gently moved my hand along his covered shaft. 


He let out a slight whimper as I rubbed, and eventually released his grip on the blanket. I pulled it off of him in a flash and stared at my prize. He was about four inches long, plus the extra inch or so of knot, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. 


My body moved on its own, and my lips were around his cock before he could even react. I moved down, then back up, licking along the bottom all the while. I was slowly massaging his base with one hand and steadied myself by grabbing his thigh with my other. He was letting out these adorable noises, quickly rising in pitch as I moved, which just spurred me on. I barely got to his tip a second time before I felt a spurt of cum shoot into my mouth, and his hands grabbed the back of my head. He forced me down past his knot, which had already begun to swell, in a single movement. I saw the pink aura around him shimmer and move towards—no, into—me and before I could even swallow, I felt my hunger die down. 


He blew his load down my throat for what felt like minutes before I could pull back, his knot leaving my lips with a pop. He was still leaking quite a bit, dripping onto my face and chest. 


“Hey, Jason?” I asked, still lightly stroking his shaft. “Do you think I could maybe sleep in your bed tonight, instead of on the floor...?” 


He was making a slight whimpering sound and he gave a shaky nod, which was all I needed to take the pillow and blanket I’d stolen to the bed and climbed in. I had barely noticed how tired I was until my hunger was gone, and it didn’t take a minute before I was asleep. 


My sleep was dreamless, and I was vaguely aware of Jason getting into bed beside me. Before I knew it, the sun was hitting my eyes and my brother was tossing and turning next to me. 


A knock on the bedroom door brought me out of the fuzzy half-sleep I had spent the night in. 


“Jason, dad’s making breakfast, so get up-” Mom had opened the door and froze when she saw me.


“Hey, Mom,” I said, doing my best to act cheery. My performance was thrown off, though, by Jason’s bug eyed face as he nervously looked between me and Mom. “I was having trouble getting to sleep, so-”


“Jason,” Mom said, calmly, though her tail was betraying her own anxiety. “Did you two...?”


She didn’t need to finish, he’d always been rather expressive, and right now the answer was clearly written across his face. 


Mom seemed to relax, just slightly, “well, that saves one awkward conversation, now for another,” she said under her breath. “I’m certain that Corey is an incubus, do either of you know what that means?” she asked, looking between us.


“Don’t they drain people of their life force during sex!?” Jason responded, looking at back at me with a hint of fear in his eyes. 


“Almost,” she explained, “they eat the strong emotions given off during orgasm, so it’s not as dangerous as you seem to have heard. That leads to my next question: how do we keep one fed?” She looked over at me. 


I, in turn, looked to my brother, and I could see pink wisps start to form about him as he clearly contemplated what she’d asked. 


“Um, I mean, if you’re both okay with it, I guess I could...” Jason looked between us, still mentally catching up on the situation. 


“Aww, thanks Jason,” I said, giving him a hug, making sure to get a whiff of that rosy scent he was giving off. “You know, I am a bit hungry... Do you think I could have some breakfast before you eat...?”