Sock Sowachowski, Succubus.

WHOOOOAA SOCKATHAN SMUT YO. This was originally meant to be like a 1k+ worded PwP and it just kept going and going and look at us now! A LOT OF WORDS. Oh well, hopefully you'll like it despite how long it seems to drag on for... ENJOY!

Sock Sowachowski, Succubus.

"Check! Check! Check! Check!" The demon brushed his long fringe out of his eyes, and grinned. "Whew!" He looked at his to-do list and put the end of his pen in his mouth, chewing it lightly. "Who next, who next... Oh! I don't recognize this name!" He pushed himself in his wheely chair over to his filing cabinet, pulling open a drawer. He covered his eyes and blindly reached in, cheering when he pulled out the exact file he was after. He had no idea how the filing worked down here in Hell, and he didn't want to ask. He would either get an overly technical response or an incredibly vague one, depending on the demon he'd ask. Neither of which he would understand, so he'd rather just enjoy the mystery. The slapped the cabinet back close and wheeled over to his desk, setting the file on its surface, and flicked it open.

Jonathan Combs.

He observed the picture, and smiled. He liked his face, he had this whole moody hottie thing going on. He could totally get down with that face. The demon skimmed through Jonathan's profile. This wasn't a requirement, but he liked to know what to expect with new clients.

" '17 years old, virgin, currently identifies under bi-curious,' " Sock grinned as he chewed his pen. He constantly got bi-curious clients, being apparently feminine enough in appearance to not be off putting, but still had a penis. Sometimes he never saw those clients again, sometimes he got himself a regular.

"Hm?" He looked at past encounters, finding that Shauna had failed to get him hooked to her. Shauna! An extremely experienced and successful teen succubus. Well, that bode well for the kid's sexual preference. Sock felt himself growing more excited about the upcoming encounter. He loved meeting new victims, it was so fun to feed off new souls. Expanding his list of regular feeding spots was important as a new succubus, as feeding off the same souls to much meant wearing them out, even killing them. And souls that willingly fed succubuses were immediately damned, and while he himself had never killed any of his regulars, Sock couldn't help but think how awkward it would be to cross paths in Hell. "Oh, hey! Wow, weird seeing you, huh? Don't remember me? I'm the demon that fucked you a comfy brimstone seat down here! How're you doing?" Ugh. No thanks.

He idly skimmed the rest of the file, all of his interests and kinks being query more than anything, him being a virgin and all. He raised his eyebrows at one word though: melolgnia. Being sexually aroused by music. Sock let out a noise of defeat at how emphasized this was in his file. The demon had a singing voice that could be used as a torture device and he broke every instrument he touched. Maybe if he hooked this boy he could find out what kind of music he liked and have it play during the feedings. He then shut the file and stood up, tying his scarf around his neck and reached over his desk to pat the stuffed cat he kept around for good luck, and warped into the land of the living. He giggled as he flew to Jonathan's location. New clients were so much fun! He had no idea what they would be like or how his appearance would alter their preference, or how the night would end. He smiled, having been afraid his shift would be full of the same old same old.

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Jonathan recognized this place.

It was dark, with very faint lights from the street lamps a long way away. His eyes soon adjusted to the dim lighting, just as he ran into a plastic whale. He stumbled back to find it was the rocking whale ride - or whatever you called those things - from his elementary school playground. He reached out to touch it, this was his favourite toy throughout his years in this school, he had even given it a name, Mr. Blueby. He looked up and examined his surroundings as things became more clear. There was the slide, attached to the fort with many fun entries and exits to amuse any child who wanted to pretend they were a pirate or war hero. He looked around to find more of the rocking animals. The pink pig, the brown dog, the yellow duck. He looked behind him to find the two swing sets that he had hurt himself on countless times. He looked up the hill towards the school. It was dark and looming in its place high above Jonathan, giving an imposing sense of being trapped in the building's shadow.