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Chaos ensues. Malcore is taken aback when a succubus visits his bar one night and catches him off guard. Completely naked and hungry, she walks in like she owns the place and works her succubus magic on Malcore. After a lovely meal of mexican food, she's still hungry, but not for dessert. Having her way with Malcore, she changes his life forever.

This was an unexpected one. After a few revisions, we arrived at this marvelous draft of the story. The fact that Malcore has the backstory of already turning people into copies of him makes this story more delicious. One draft had Bea turning him into a succubus, but we determined an unaware TF would be more fun. Huge thank you to Kitcat42069 for making this one fun to write.

As always: Share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment.

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58295790/?nocache=1727...
", "writing": "[center]Succubi Con Carne[/center]\n\nThe night was crystal clear. A full moon sparkled in the sky, the stars glittered, and everywhere the moonlight touched, bathing everything in a gentle glow. The business district was empty—as empty as it was going to be on a Tuesday night. No foot traffic blessed the barricaded brick road that night. Every business closed early that night: the tattoo parlor, hair salon, toy store, even the laundromat. One business stayed open that night despite the slow atmosphere. \n\nMalcore’s was a simple place. You wouldn’t find a place like it on an online ‘Top 10 Dive Bars Across America’ or ‘World’s Best Dive Bars.’ The townsfolk knew it darn well should be, of course, but you wouldn’t find a dive bar breaking headlines unless they did something unique or crazy. The reviews on Yelp would tell you that Malcore’s was an amazing place with even more amazing food, but the atmosphere certainly didn’t match. When do you see a dive bar that has traditional Mexican food? Malcore, the owner, would love to keep the place open if he wasn’t a one-man show. He didn’t trust anyone else to do it right.\n\nHowever, there was something unique about Malcore’s. A random Reddit user hacked a security camera in the town and caught something suspicious happening at Malcore’s. Many people entered the establishment, but they never left. There was footage of Malcore leaving, several times a day, in fact, but never the people that entered. This brought attention to Malcore’s restaurant and attracted people from far and wide. However, the mystery was never solved and was deemed fake. Suspiciously, the camera in question was taken down a few days afterward.\n\nCurrently, Malcore sat at his bar, enjoying the evening. He reached a thick, beefy hand over the bar and grabbed his poison of choice, Tequila, from the shelf behind the counter, overpouring his glass. “Ay ay ay.” The red dragon scratched his head, reaching a hand into his thick, poofy mop of hair. “It’s nights like these that really make you bored.” His black polo was buttoned down to his chest. The sleeves were way too small for his muscles and were on the verge of ripping. His khakis were too small in the groin, presenting his junk in a tight, bulging package. To a guest walking in, he would look more like a businessman having a rough day, perhaps a golfer remorsing over the double-bogey that cost him a place in the tour.\n\nHe looked around the bar. Tonight would be a perfect night to get some work done, if any night at all. The blackboards above the booze shelves needed to be rewritten, a few of the lamps above the bar needed replacing, and he had been given enough bumper stickers and advertisement stickers to cover up all the slashes through his bar stools. “The bottles could be reorganized too.”\n\nAt that moment, the front door opened. Malcore turned, ready to snap into work mode. [i]Yep, as soon as I think about doing something[/i]. What waited there for him was beyond his imagination. Leaning in on the doorframe was a beautiful, seductive, naked woman. Her skin was various shades of pink; Long, maroon hair draped to the floor in two long twin tails; curvaceous hips and thighs. A pair of wings poked from behind her, as did a tail with a pointed tip. Her red eyes stared directly at him. Leaving the doorway, she approached him, taking slow, strutting steps. As she approached, Malcore looked her up and down. An intricate tattoo was stamped on her midriff, and a similar pattern could be found over her cleavage.\n\n“Can I help you?” Malcore turned on the stool and snapped into business mode.\n\n“Hola, senor.” She placed a finger on his chest and ran it down his exposed chest. “I heard you have the best Mexican food around.” She gazed into his bright red eyes. “Is it an issue that I don’t have any clothes?” Her dark red eyes glimmered, the pupils turning into hearts. \n\nMalcore had no idea what had just happened. If only he had known who this woman was. If he had known he had welcomed a succubus into his bar, he might have handled it differently, but it was too late now. His judgment had become clouded. No sane business owner would allow a naked woman into their establishment. He certainly wasn’t running a strip club! “I think we can come to an arrangement.” He rose and walked toward the front door. Locking it, he also closed the blinds in front of the street-facing window. “Have a seat.” The woman seductively sat on a cushioned bar stool, one without too many slashes in it. \n\nMalcore returned to the bar, raising the barricade and taking his position behind the bar. The hearts faded from his eyes, and the idea of having a naked woman in his establishment cemented in his brain. “What can I do for ya?”\n\n“I am absolutely starving,” the woman said, leaning on the bar, her breasts squishing into the lacquered top. “I’m willing to give you anything,” Her eyes flashed hearts once more, “for some of your finest cuisine.”\n\nOnce again, Malcore did not notice what she had done to him. Handing her a menu from behind the bar, he eagerly awaited her command, the hearts pulsing in his eyes. “What would you like?” Reaching into the fridge below, he pulled out a Cervesa Cristal. As he pulled the cap off with his claw, he grabbed a bright red bottle from the rack of liqueurs by his legs. Pouring the beer and a jigger of the red bottle’s liquid into a chilled glass, he slid it to the naked woman in his bar. “On the house.”\n\n“You’re so sweet.” She read over the menu. Nothing immediately caught her eye. This wasn’t why she was here, afterall. Malcore didn’t know that, of course, and she planned to keep it that way. Finally after glancing over the entire menu three times, she found the one dish she knew. “How about the Empanadas Con Queso?” Malcore nodded and made his way to the back. “Oh,” she shouted as he wandered away, “Make something for yourself too. I don’t like eating alone.” \n\nOnce he entered the kitchen, the succubus reached over the bar and pulled the red bottle from the shelf. “Think you can be tricky when I’m not looking, do you?” She pulled the cork from the bottle. “What exactly are you trying to do?” She smelled the liquid. It didn’t smell like anything. Hazarding a drink, she swished it around in her mouth. Her senses went wild, feeling the aura sloshing around in her mouth. She swallowed it, knowing no magic aside from hers would affect her. “That’s how he’s doing it.”\n\nQuick as a whip, Malcore returned with two steaming plates. He placed a hot, round plate of Empanadas con Queso in front of his guest. Six golden fried dough shapes resembling dumplings circled two side bowls. One filled with a red hot sauce, the other filled with a smooth, creamy cheese sauce. “Those are hot.” In front of him he placed half of a gutted pineapple filled with a mixture of various meats and vegetables, and a side plate of warm, house-made tortillas.\n\nDespite not taking a huge fancy in food, the succubus let her curiosity get the better of her. “What in the world is that?”\n\n“Leftovers.” Malcore sat on a bar stool behind the bar. “Chorizo, pork, chicken, onions, mushrooms, peppers, steak, and pineapple. I cook them like they were fajitas, but it’s all one big mess of food. Rather than throw it all away, I make this.” He grabbed a spoon and started scooping the mixture into a tortilla. “It’s off menu, of course. Gutting a pineapple is a pain in the ass.” He pulled out a Cervesa Cristal for himself, drinking it straight from the tall glass bottle. “Nice to have company.”\n\n“I agree. Oh,” she placed a hand delicately over her mouth. “I never told you. “My name is Bea.” She pursed her lips and sent Malcore a kiss. “You’re a sweety, Malcore.” The hearts in his eyes intensified. No words were said for a while as the two focused on eating. She had him in such a trance that she could do no wrong. Even a slap across the face would be totally fine with him. “Say, Malcore.” Bea broke the silence. “Does this beer taste better from the bottle?” Like a waitress, she asked him this question while his mouth was full. Rather than being rude, he slid the bottle toward her, offering her a sip just as she planned. She could have cared less about alcohol. This creature was poisoning others and turning them into him. Perhaps he needs a taste of his own medicine. As she took a long, slow pull of his Cervasa Crsital, she filled her mouth with it. Imbuing the liquid with her magic, she poured it back into the bottle. “I like it colder. Thank you.” He grunted, his mouth full again. Fool. He has no clue.\n\nAs soon as they finished, Malcore chugged what was left of his third beer. Tossing the bottle into the trash behind the bar. “Now, about your payment.”\n\n“Why, yes.” Bea traced the edge of the side dish of cheese sauce, seductively sucking the white, dripping sauce from her finger. “What would you like?”\n\nMalcore looked at Bea’s body. Her glass was empty, but no signs of her changing. What was going on? This made him very displeased. As beautiful as she was, he was sexier. Walking around the bar and sitting beside her, he rotated the bar stool, facing her. “I think you know what I want.” He spread his legs, showing her the bulge in his khakis. When he was soft, it was already sizable, making women thirsty for his girth. Now, though, the sight of her intoxicated body, naked in his bar, made it harder for his pants to contain it.\n\n“Oh, I see.” Bea fell to her knees. “Just like everyone else.” [i]I need to pull him along[/i]. Slowly, she pressed her muzzle into his groin, taking in his musk. [i]Perhaps this is what he wants to see?[/i] Tapping into her mana, she made her slowly turn red, matching Malcore’s. [i]Make him think that his little potion worked on me[/i]. She bit his zipper, pulling it down. His underwear was soaked with sweat from the day, the musk now unleashed from one layer of protection. It was a strong, pungent smell. The stink of a working man, but also a touch spicy. Sinking her nose further into his groin, her wings stretched and thickened, taking a more dragon-like form, abandoning the succubi shape. Carefully, she bit his underwear with her front teeth, ripping the soaked material. Malcore’s dick was set free.\n\n“You learn quickly.” The hearts in Malcore’s eyes disappeared. In his eyes, the naked girl in his bar was paying for her meal with a good time, and his potion was finally taking effect. “Now, let’s see how deep you can take it, [i]Malcore[/i]. Placing his hands on the sides of her head, he shoved Bea’s face into his groin even further. Bea knew what to do, of course. Opening her mouth, she let Malcore’s dick slide into her mouth. She didn’t get a good look at it, but it felt massive. Letting Malcore have his way with her, she focused on further transforming her body. Her thin tail thickened, spikes growing along the top. The long, maroon pigtails shrank into her head as it took a lighter shade of red. When it was one foot long, the hair got thicker, denser, and poofy, forming an afro around her head, the horns bending to resemble Malcore’s. All the while, she also infused her saliva with her aura, which seeped into Malcore, for when the time came.\n\nThis transformation was slow, but that was no problem for Malcore, who sat on his stool using Bea as a fleshlight and watching her finally transform into another Malcore. This only made him harder, and left him on the brink of cumming. He may not last too long, but he could cum as many times as he needed. Lowering her voice, Bea cooed as her ears changed shape, “Cum in my mouth, Malcore. You know we love that.” That was all he needed. Instantly, his balls twinged, his dick throbbed, and he shot his load deep into Bea’s throat. Bea gulped every last drop, savoring the strong, thick, smoked-paprika tasting cum.\n\nPulling her muzzle off of his dick, Bea got a good look at it. It was as big as she had thought, and it hadn’t gone down in size. Nearly 13 inches, it was as thick as a tennis ball. Malcore stood up, removing his pants and shirt. “We’re not done yet, Malcore.”\n\n[i]He thinks it’s worked[/i], Bea thought. Her body resembled an odd fifty/fifty of herself and Malcore. “Yes, Malcore.” She stood, focusing on her groin. An exact copy of Malcore’s dick sprung from her nethers. “Let’s show each other how superior we are to everyone else.” Placing her arm on Malcore’s shoulders, she shoved him back against the bar. \n\nMalcore surprisingly complied. Jumping onto the bar, he got on his hands and knees. “I don’t get the chance to do this with all the Malcores.” He wiggled his ass, luring Bea in closer. “They don’t get to stay.”\n\n“Malcore is going to show you a good time, Malcore.” Bea hopped on the bar as well, landing on her knees. Luckily, she didn’t need to keep up this charade any longer. As a succubus, she had complete control over her body, unlike Malcore. Grasping his ass, she spread his cheeks, exposing his tight, dark asshole. Keeping her succubi tongue, she wriggled it into Malcore’s asshole. Just as spicy as his cum, she swirled it around and around, tasting the deepest depths of him. Malcore held back cute little moans, groaning instead. Inserting her tongue to the deepest length, she used it like a cock, stretching him with her soft, malleable tongue. All the while, she shot more of her aura directly inside his body. [i]This is more than enough[/i], she thought as she spanked Malcore’s ass, getting a girly moan out of him.\n\n“Malcore is ready,” Bea said, pulling her tongue out. Quickly undoing most of the changes, preferring to be in her own skin for this part, she teased his asshole by constantly pressing against the entrance with her dick. “Malcore ready?”\n\n“Yes, Malcore. Breed with me.” Malcore was panting from the thorough tongue-lashing he had received. This Malcore may need to give this Malcore more of the undiluted potion and keep him around longer. Bea slid her dick into his still-tight hole in one thrust.\n\n“Malcore,” Bea said, replicating his voice, giving him the impression that she was still transforming. “You’re so tight.” If Malcore had responded or screamed from being stretched so abruptly, she wouldn’t have heard it. It was finally time, and she was so horny. Bea loved having her way with big macho men like Malcore, and she had a plan for this one. All that aura she had injected into him would finally come into play. \n\nEverything else wasn’t important now. She was about to get what she came for. Thrusting and thrusting into this man’s asshole, she sent wave after wave into him. This was vital. Grabbing his hips, she held on, preventing him from running away. As if he would. All of the aura that she was pumping into him began coursing through his veins, radiating energy. [i]Finally! [/i]\n\nMalcore felt his body radiate heat. Was this always what happened when two Malcore’s met and made ravenous, wild love? He didn’t know. His brain was going foggy, and everything seemed far away. Blurry and muffled. The only thing that was definite and absolute: the pleasure from a Malcore dick in his ass. “Malcore!” He shouted to his sexual partner, still thinking Bea was transforming into him. “Don’t stop! Fuck Malcore’s ass harder!”\n\n“You got it, Malcore.” Bea could feel her aura working. Now, what exactly would she do to this menace? Just plowing his asshole didn’t seem to be enough, even if she was enjoying it immensely. An idea struck—an evil, naughty idea. She chuckled. Focusing her aura inside Malcore’s body, she commenced her plan.\n\nHeat. Malcore hadn’t felt this heat level since he accidentally made his hot sauce so spicy that it hospitalized him. It coursed through him, sweat beading into his fur. If his fur wasn’t already red, it could have been turning red! Unbeknownst to him, he was getting plumper—first, his thighs. They grew plumper and plumper. Bea had trouble keeping her dick in his ass, but that was no matter to her; she extended the length of her dick to keep him thinking nothing was happening. They continued to inflate, growing fatter and fatter. One would think Malcore had stuffed a yoga ball in each of his thighs and walked around like it was a fashion statement.\n\nHis chest wasn’t safe either. Hard, fit, and masculine, they started to fill. Looking softer by the second, Malcore panted louder and louder, letting out those feminine moans he was previously stifling. Soon, his nipples touched the wood of the bar, the chill making him yip. They continued to grow, stretching farther and farther out from his body.\n\n“Malcore!” Bea shouted over the noise of her thighs slapping against his new, meaty ones. “I want to cum!” As she said this, his ass cheeks began filling as well. Fat filled his body like someone was moving a body part slider all the way to the right. They matched his massive thighs in no time. He wouldn’t be able to fit in any clothes soon, let alone his own.\n\n“Fill Malcore with your cum, Malcore!” Malcore shouted, his voice wavering mid-sentence. “Breed me!”\n\nReaching around and pulling Malcore up to his knees, Bea thrust her hips deeper into Malcore’s asshole. He didn’t bother holding back his moans anymore, his voice altering slightly to match his feminine appearance. With breasts large enough to count as beanbags, it was thanks to Bea’s aura that [i]she [/i]didn’t notice them, or his thighs, or his ass, or his dick slowly shrinking. The closer he got to cumming herself, the smaller her dick became. 12 inches, 10 inches, 7 inches. His balls receded into his body, burrowing deep inside and forming his vagina. \n\n“Malcore! I’m gonna cum!” Bea was hamming it up, but this was her favorite part. She gave one more mighty thrust and let loose. Cum surged from her dick like a firehose. Malcore’s stomach began to inflate with the sheer amount of cum filling it. She was sad she couldn’t see it, but she continued anyway, assuring that she gave Malcore plenty of her endless supply. \n\nMalcore, but screaming. Her voice now high enough to be considered feminine, she let loose all the pent-up, primal sounds of a bitch in heat who finally received the breeding she craved. The neighbors could likely hear their intimate session, but neither cared. As Malcore’s dick reached a measly 3 inches, it spewed its last, sending cum flying down to the clear opposite end of the bar. A trail of masculine sperm, leading the one who shot it. His dick receded the rest of the way in a second, becoming nothing more than clitoris. \n\nMalcore fell on her breasts, unable to rest her face on the cum stained bar. Bea pulled her dick out of Malcore’s ass, watching the cum gush from it like a leaking pipe. “Malcore.” Malcore remained on the bar, panting heavily. “I’ll have to come again sometime. And not just for the food.” She placed a hand on Malcore’s massive ass, double-checking that she had done everything properly. The aura that flowed in Malcore’s body would ensure she wouldn’t notice that her body had changed. She had always been this way – A thiccc female dragon. She left Malcore panting on the bar.\n\nWalking to the door, she unlocked the door and opened it. It was still crisp and clear. Bea got more aura and energy than she expected in one visit than she could in ten. Who would she hit up next? She locked the door behind her.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Succubi Con Carne


The night was crystal clear. A full moon sparkled in the sky, the stars glittered, and everywhere the moonlight touched, bathing everything in a gentle glow. The business district was empty—as empty as it was going to be on a Tuesday night. No foot traffic blessed the barricaded brick road that night. Every business closed early that night: the tattoo parlor, hair salon, toy store, even the laundromat. One business stayed open that night despite the slow atmosphere.  

Malcore’s was a simple place. You wouldn’t find a place like it on an online ‘Top 10 Dive Bars Across America’ or ‘World’s Best Dive Bars.’ The townsfolk knew it darn well should be, of course, but you wouldn’t find a dive bar breaking headlines unless they did something unique or crazy. The reviews on Yelp would tell you that Malcore’s was an amazing place with even more amazing food, but the atmosphere certainly didn’t match. When do you see a dive bar that has traditional Mexican food? Malcore, the owner, would love to keep the place open if he wasn’t a one-man show. He didn’t trust anyone else to do it right.

However, there was something unique about Malcore’s. A random Reddit user hacked a security camera in the town and caught something suspicious happening at Malcore’s. Many people entered the establishment, but they never left. There was footage of Malcore leaving, several times a day, in fact, but never the people that entered. This brought attention to Malcore’s restaurant and attracted people from far and wide. However, the mystery was never solved and was deemed fake. Suspiciously, the camera in question was taken down a few days afterward.

Currently, Malcore sat at his bar, enjoying the evening. He reached a thick, beefy hand over the bar and grabbed his poison of choice, Tequila, from the shelf behind the counter, overpouring his glass. “Ay ay ay.” The red dragon scratched his head, reaching a hand into his thick, poofy mop of hair. “It’s nights like these that really make you bored.” His black polo was buttoned down to his chest. The sleeves were way too small for his muscles and were on the verge of ripping. His khakis were too small in the groin, presenting his junk in a tight, bulging package. To a guest walking in, he would look more like a businessman having a rough day, perhaps a golfer remorsing over the double-bogey that cost him a place in the tour.

He looked around the bar. Tonight would be a perfect night to get some work done, if any night at all. The blackboards above the booze shelves needed to be rewritten, a few of the lamps above the bar needed replacing, and he had been given enough bumper stickers and advertisement stickers to cover up all the slashes through his bar stools. “The bottles could be reorganized too.”

At that moment, the front door opened. Malcore turned, ready to snap into work mode. Yep, as soon as I think about doing something. What waited there for him was beyond his imagination. Leaning in on the doorframe was a beautiful, seductive, naked woman. Her skin was various shades of pink; Long, maroon hair draped to the floor in two long twin tails; curvaceous hips and thighs. A pair of wings poked from behind her, as did a tail with a pointed tip. Her red eyes stared directly at him. Leaving the doorway, she approached him, taking slow, strutting steps. As she approached, Malcore looked her up and down. An intricate tattoo was stamped on her midriff, and a similar pattern could be found over her cleavage.

“Can I help you?” Malcore turned on the stool and snapped into business mode.

“Hola, senor.” She placed a finger on his chest and ran it down his exposed chest. “I heard you have the best Mexican food around.” She gazed into his bright red eyes. “Is it an issue that I don’t have any clothes?” Her dark red eyes glimmered, the pupils turning into hearts.

Malcore had no idea what had just happened. If only he had known who this woman was. If he had known he had welcomed a succubus into his bar, he might have handled it differently, but it was too late now. His judgment had become clouded. No sane business owner would allow a naked woman into their establishment. He certainly wasn’t running a strip club! “I think we can come to an arrangement.” He rose and walked toward the front door. Locking it, he also closed the blinds in front of the street-facing window. “Have a seat.” The woman seductively sat on a cushioned bar stool, one without too many slashes in it.

Malcore returned to the bar, raising the barricade and taking his position behind the bar. The hearts faded from his eyes, and the idea of having a naked woman in his establishment cemented in his brain. “What can I do for ya?”

“I am absolutely starving,” the woman said, leaning on the bar, her breasts squishing into the lacquered top. “I’m willing to give you anything,” Her eyes flashed hearts once more, “for some of your finest cuisine.”

Once again, Malcore did not notice what she had done to him. Handing her a menu from behind the bar, he eagerly awaited her command, the hearts pulsing in his eyes. “What would you like?” Reaching into the fridge below, he pulled out a Cervesa Cristal. As he pulled the cap off with his claw, he grabbed a bright red bottle from the rack of liqueurs by his legs. Pouring the beer and a jigger of the red bottle’s liquid into a chilled glass, he slid it to the naked woman in his bar. “On the house.”

“You’re so sweet.” She read over the menu. Nothing immediately caught her eye. This wasn’t why she was here, afterall. Malcore didn’t know that, of course, and she planned to keep it that way. Finally after glancing over the entire menu three times, she found the one dish she knew. “How about the Empanadas Con Queso?” Malcore nodded and made his way to the back. “Oh,” she shouted as he wandered away, “Make something for yourself too. I don’t like eating alone.”

Once he entered the kitchen, the succubus reached over the bar and pulled the red bottle from the shelf. “Think you can be tricky when I’m not looking, do you?” She pulled the cork from the bottle. “What exactly are you trying to do?” She smelled the liquid. It didn’t smell like anything. Hazarding a drink, she swished it around in her mouth. Her senses went wild, feeling the aura sloshing around in her mouth. She swallowed it, knowing no magic aside from hers would affect her. “That’s how he’s doing it.”

Quick as a whip, Malcore returned with two steaming plates. He placed a hot, round plate of Empanadas con Queso in front of his guest. Six golden fried dough shapes resembling dumplings circled two side bowls. One filled with a red hot sauce, the other filled with a smooth, creamy cheese sauce. “Those are hot.” In front of him he placed half of a gutted pineapple filled with a mixture of various meats and vegetables, and a side plate of warm, house-made tortillas.

Despite not taking a huge fancy in food, the succubus let her curiosity get the better of her. “What in the world is that?”

“Leftovers.” Malcore sat on a bar stool behind the bar. “Chorizo, pork, chicken, onions, mushrooms, peppers, steak, and pineapple. I cook them like they were fajitas, but it’s all one big mess of food. Rather than throw it all away, I make this.” He grabbed a spoon and started scooping the mixture into a tortilla. “It’s off menu, of course. Gutting a pineapple is a pain in the ass.” He pulled out a Cervesa Cristal for himself, drinking it straight from the tall glass bottle. “Nice to have company.”

“I agree. Oh,” she placed a hand delicately over her mouth. “I never told you. “My name is Bea.” She pursed her lips and sent Malcore a kiss. “You’re a sweety, Malcore.” The hearts in his eyes intensified. No words were said for a while as the two focused on eating. She had him in such a trance that she could do no wrong. Even a slap across the face would be totally fine with him. “Say, Malcore.” Bea broke the silence. “Does this beer taste better from the bottle?” Like a waitress, she asked him this question while his mouth was full. Rather than being rude, he slid the bottle toward her, offering her a sip just as she planned. She could have cared less about alcohol. This creature was poisoning others and turning them into him. Perhaps he needs a taste of his own medicine. As she took a long, slow pull of his Cervasa Crsital, she filled her mouth with it. Imbuing the liquid with her magic, she poured it back into the bottle. “I like it colder. Thank you.” He grunted, his mouth full again. Fool. He has no clue.

As soon as they finished, Malcore chugged what was left of his third beer. Tossing the bottle into the trash behind the bar. “Now, about your payment.”

“Why, yes.” Bea traced the edge of the side dish of cheese sauce, seductively sucking the white, dripping sauce from her finger. “What would you like?”

Malcore looked at Bea’s body. Her glass was empty, but no signs of her changing. What was going on? This made him very displeased. As beautiful as she was, he was sexier. Walking around the bar and sitting beside her, he rotated the bar stool, facing her. “I think you know what I want.” He spread his legs, showing her the bulge in his khakis. When he was soft, it was already sizable, making women thirsty for his girth. Now, though, the sight of her intoxicated body, naked in his bar, made it harder for his pants to contain it.

“Oh, I see.” Bea fell to her knees. “Just like everyone else.” I need to pull him along. Slowly, she pressed her muzzle into his groin, taking in his musk. Perhaps this is what he wants to see? Tapping into her mana, she made her slowly turn red, matching Malcore’s. Make him think that his little potion worked on me. She bit his zipper, pulling it down. His underwear was soaked with sweat from the day, the musk now unleashed from one layer of protection. It was a strong, pungent smell. The stink of a working man, but also a touch spicy. Sinking her nose further into his groin, her wings stretched and thickened, taking a more dragon-like form, abandoning the succubi shape. Carefully, she bit his underwear with her front teeth, ripping the soaked material. Malcore’s dick was set free.

“You learn quickly.” The hearts in Malcore’s eyes disappeared. In his eyes, the naked girl in his bar was paying for her meal with a good time, and his potion was finally taking effect. “Now, let’s see how deep you can take it, Malcore. Placing his hands on the sides of her head, he shoved Bea’s face into his groin even further. Bea knew what to do, of course. Opening her mouth, she let Malcore’s dick slide into her mouth. She didn’t get a good look at it, but it felt massive. Letting Malcore have his way with her, she focused on further transforming her body. Her thin tail thickened, spikes growing along the top. The long, maroon pigtails shrank into her head as it took a lighter shade of red. When it was one foot long, the hair got thicker, denser, and poofy, forming an afro around her head, the horns bending to resemble Malcore’s. All the while, she also infused her saliva with her aura, which seeped into Malcore, for when the time came.

This transformation was slow, but that was no problem for Malcore, who sat on his stool using Bea as a fleshlight and watching her finally transform into another Malcore. This only made him harder, and left him on the brink of cumming. He may not last too long, but he could cum as many times as he needed. Lowering her voice, Bea cooed as her ears changed shape, “Cum in my mouth, Malcore. You know we love that.” That was all he needed. Instantly, his balls twinged, his dick throbbed, and he shot his load deep into Bea’s throat. Bea gulped every last drop, savoring the strong, thick, smoked-paprika tasting cum.

Pulling her muzzle off of his dick, Bea got a good look at it. It was as big as she had thought, and it hadn’t gone down in size. Nearly 13 inches, it was as thick as a tennis ball. Malcore stood up, removing his pants and shirt. “We’re not done yet, Malcore.”

He thinks it’s worked, Bea thought. Her body resembled an odd fifty/fifty of herself and Malcore. “Yes, Malcore.” She stood, focusing on her groin. An exact copy of Malcore’s dick sprung from her nethers. “Let’s show each other how superior we are to everyone else.” Placing her arm on Malcore’s shoulders, she shoved him back against the bar.

Malcore surprisingly complied. Jumping onto the bar, he got on his hands and knees. “I don’t get the chance to do this with all the Malcores.” He wiggled his ass, luring Bea in closer. “They don’t get to stay.”

“Malcore is going to show you a good time, Malcore.” Bea hopped on the bar as well, landing on her knees. Luckily, she didn’t need to keep up this charade any longer. As a succubus, she had complete control over her body, unlike Malcore. Grasping his ass, she spread his cheeks, exposing his tight, dark asshole. Keeping her succubi tongue, she wriggled it into Malcore’s asshole. Just as spicy as his cum, she swirled it around and around, tasting the deepest depths of him. Malcore held back cute little moans, groaning instead. Inserting her tongue to the deepest length, she used it like a cock, stretching him with her soft, malleable tongue. All the while, she shot more of her aura directly inside his body. This is more than enough, she thought as she spanked Malcore’s ass, getting a girly moan out of him.

“Malcore is ready,” Bea said, pulling her tongue out. Quickly undoing most of the changes, preferring to be in her own skin for this part, she teased his asshole by constantly pressing against the entrance with her dick. “Malcore ready?”

“Yes, Malcore. Breed with me.” Malcore was panting from the thorough tongue-lashing he had received. This Malcore may need to give this Malcore more of the undiluted potion and keep him around longer. Bea slid her dick into his still-tight hole in one thrust.

“Malcore,” Bea said, replicating his voice, giving him the impression that she was still transforming. “You’re so tight.” If Malcore had responded or screamed from being stretched so abruptly, she wouldn’t have heard it. It was finally time, and she was so horny. Bea loved having her way with big macho men like Malcore, and she had a plan for this one. All that aura she had injected into him would finally come into play.

Everything else wasn’t important now. She was about to get what she came for. Thrusting and thrusting into this man’s asshole, she sent wave after wave into him. This was vital. Grabbing his hips, she held on, preventing him from running away. As if he would. All of the aura that she was pumping into him began coursing through his veins, radiating energy. Finally!

Malcore felt his body radiate heat. Was this always what happened when two Malcore’s met and made ravenous, wild love? He didn’t know. His brain was going foggy, and everything seemed far away. Blurry and muffled. The only thing that was definite and absolute: the pleasure from a Malcore dick in his ass. “Malcore!” He shouted to his sexual partner, still thinking Bea was transforming into him. “Don’t stop! Fuck Malcore’s ass harder!”

“You got it, Malcore.” Bea could feel her aura working. Now, what exactly would she do to this menace? Just plowing his asshole didn’t seem to be enough, even if she was enjoying it immensely. An idea struck—an evil, naughty idea. She chuckled. Focusing her aura inside Malcore’s body, she commenced her plan.

Heat. Malcore hadn’t felt this heat level since he accidentally made his hot sauce so spicy that it hospitalized him. It coursed through him, sweat beading into his fur. If his fur wasn’t already red, it could have been turning red! Unbeknownst to him, he was getting plumper—first, his thighs. They grew plumper and plumper. Bea had trouble keeping her dick in his ass, but that was no matter to her; she extended the length of her dick to keep him thinking nothing was happening. They continued to inflate, growing fatter and fatter. One would think Malcore had stuffed a yoga ball in each of his thighs and walked around like it was a fashion statement.

His chest wasn’t safe either. Hard, fit, and masculine, they started to fill. Looking softer by the second, Malcore panted louder and louder, letting out those feminine moans he was previously stifling. Soon, his nipples touched the wood of the bar, the chill making him yip. They continued to grow, stretching farther and farther out from his body.

“Malcore!” Bea shouted over the noise of her thighs slapping against his new, meaty ones. “I want to cum!” As she said this, his ass cheeks began filling as well. Fat filled his body like someone was moving a body part slider all the way to the right. They matched his massive thighs in no time. He wouldn’t be able to fit in any clothes soon, let alone his own.

“Fill Malcore with your cum, Malcore!” Malcore shouted, his voice wavering mid-sentence. “Breed me!”

Reaching around and pulling Malcore up to his knees, Bea thrust her hips deeper into Malcore’s asshole. He didn’t bother holding back his moans anymore, his voice altering slightly to match his feminine appearance. With breasts large enough to count as beanbags, it was thanks to Bea’s aura that she didn’t notice them, or his thighs, or his ass, or his dick slowly shrinking. The closer he got to cumming herself, the smaller her dick became. 12 inches, 10 inches, 7 inches. His balls receded into his body, burrowing deep inside and forming his vagina.

“Malcore! I’m gonna cum!” Bea was hamming it up, but this was her favorite part. She gave one more mighty thrust and let loose. Cum surged from her dick like a firehose. Malcore’s stomach began to inflate with the sheer amount of cum filling it. She was sad she couldn’t see it, but she continued anyway, assuring that she gave Malcore plenty of her endless supply.

Malcore, but screaming. Her voice now high enough to be considered feminine, she let loose all the pent-up, primal sounds of a bitch in heat who finally received the breeding she craved. The neighbors could likely hear their intimate session, but neither cared. As Malcore’s dick reached a measly 3 inches, it spewed its last, sending cum flying down to the clear opposite end of the bar. A trail of masculine sperm, leading the one who shot it. His dick receded the rest of the way in a second, becoming nothing more than clitoris.

Malcore fell on her breasts, unable to rest her face on the cum stained bar. Bea pulled her dick out of Malcore’s ass, watching the cum gush from it like a leaking pipe. “Malcore.” Malcore remained on the bar, panting heavily. “I’ll have to come again sometime. And not just for the food.” She placed a hand on Malcore’s massive ass, double-checking that she had done everything properly. The aura that flowed in Malcore’s body would ensure she wouldn’t notice that her body had changed. She had always been this way – A thiccc female dragon. She left Malcore panting on the bar.

Walking to the door, she unlocked the door and opened it. It was still crisp and clear. Bea got more aura and energy than she expected in one visit than she could in ten. Who would she hit up next? She locked the door behind her.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Succubi Con Carne (Comm for Kitcat42069)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "70" }