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'To think what should be a dull day of finding potential gigs,' A certain succubus feels giddy toward her recent fortune, which involves making out with a particular youngster. 'It instead becomes my lucky day for nabbing a remarkable catch.'
'Though, I do admit how absurd it is for them to kick him out of their house regarding luck,' The said demonic temptress ponders in her mind momentarily before realizing another prospect. 'Ah well, I'll ensure he feels more welcome in my care from now on.'
- Where it begins -
"Step farther away from this house!"
This exclamation comes from the father of Lincoln Loud, Lynn Loud Sr. Lincoln Loud appears as a platinum blonde-haired, skinny boy at the age of eleven and nearing twelve. He has a prominent tuft of hair sticking upwards on his left side and two strands on his right. He also possesses an overbite with a chipped front tooth, notable eyebags, and freckles on his cheeks. Lincoln is currently wearing his orange pajamas, which he had worn when his family forced him to slumber outside the family house yesterday. The reason is that the boy convinced his family to believe he was a jinx in a foolish attempt to take a break from attending countless familial events. His athletic older sister, Lynn Loud Jr., accused him of this after losing her game despite coercing him to appear for her sake. When Lincoln admitted he lied about being an omen of misfortune, Lynn Jr. doubled down and brought the rest of their family to her perspective. Hence, their father finalizes his banishment.
"..."
Lincoln could only look down at his failure before pulling an object from his sweater, revealing a portrait of his entire family. To their astonishment, he drops and stomps on it before speaking in a devastated tone.
"So be it, Louds."
"Lincoln Albert Loud, you have no right to--"
The boy's former mother, Rita Loud, attempts to reprimand him for his behavior, but he interrupts her formally.
"Lincoln."
"Excuse me?"
"I am Lincoln from now on, Mrs. Loud."
His once eldest sister, Lori, steps in before her mother to speak since the latter becomes speechless.
"How do you plan on living on your own? You literally have nowhere to go!"
The young boy takes a deep breath before proclaiming determinedly.
"I'll find a way."
He then turns his back toward his disowned family while maintaining a stubborn glare.
"After all, I am the 'Man with a Plan.'"
As they see him leave their sights for the last time, the second oldest sister, Leni, contemplates a poignant question despite her general ditziness.
'Why do we feel like we made a terrible mistake?'
- Meanwhile -
"Ugh! What a boring ass day!"
An utterance of frustration derives from a human-disguised pop star succubus named Verosika Mayday. Said disguise presents herself as a light brown-skinned hourglass-figured woman with hot pink irises, a black heart-shaped beauty mark under her right eye, ombre-blonde knee-length hair that features pink undertones, star-shaped auburn red roots at the top, and light pink streak down the length. Her outfit is composed of a ruffled pink crop top with separate long sleeves and a ruffled pink skirt with a slit at the hem, a star pattern on the front, and a black heart on the hip; said skirt dovetails into a light pink sash with a heart design. Regarding her undergarments, she wears no bra that covers her E-cup-sized round breasts and a pink thong that displays her prominent thighs and backside. Lastly, she dons a black choker, dark thigh-highs, and high-heeled black boots with a heart motif.
"I would have loved to stay home and binge drink instead of finding bland gigs."
She takes a sip of her flask of demonized alcohol known as Beelzejuice while driving in her prominent pink Cadillac and wondering about her group's whereabouts. Her hellhound bodyguard, Vortex, or Tex as his friends call him, is hanging out with his girlfriend during one of her gluttony-themed parties. Her fellow incubi and succubi are off doing their respective activities, such as attracting bystanders to their whims or looking for potentially sensational gigs. After a while, she glimpses at a platinum blonde-haired boy in his orange pajamas wandering at a park with a downtrodden expression.
"That's odd. I don't usually see kids wearing sleep clothes when playing during the mornings. Or at least, that's what they do these days besides phones and shit."
The succubus in disguise then parks at a nearby curb before gradually walking toward the young lad. As soon as she reaches his proximity, Verosika calls out to him.
"Hey! Can you hear me?"
The juvenile snaps himself out of his rumination to stare at the caller's bountiful buxom with his widened blue eyes, prompting her to giggle and lower herself to his height.
"My eyes are up here."
"Oh! I-I'm sorry."
"That's alright. I'm used to others staring anywhere but my face."
The humanlike succubus clears her throat before asking him with a semblance of concern.
"What are you doing here, exactly?"
The youngster chuckles lowly before answering.
"Just wandering around without a care in the world."
"Where are your parents?"
"Nowhere. I am just here by myself."
The concealed demoness questions him with intrigue.
"What happened to you exactly?"
"It's a long story."
"Well, I am willing to hear it, but first, what's your name?"
"Lincoln. Just Lincoln. You?"
"Verosika. Verosika Mayday. No need to call me Miss."
"Alright then."
The young human breathes deeply before elaborating on the events that led him here. Throughout the half-hour-long storytelling, the duo sits on a nearby bench before the male juvenile finishes said sequence of events. Verosika is shocked at first before snorting derisively at the absurdity of his story.
"Are you fucking serious?"
Lincoln pauses as she cannot even help but utter an expletive in response to such an incident. Remarkably, he dismisses it for a moment before answering gravely.
"Yes. As crazy as it sounded, my supposed family kicked me out of the house despite admitting my faults. Thus, I ended up being here after cutting ties with them."
He next sighs sadly before admitting.
"Even though I told them I would find a way out, I have no idea how to escape from this. Wanna know the worst part?"
"What can be worse than this?"
"I'd love to you tell more, but--"
Lincoln's stomach grumbles, much to his embarrassment. Verosika promptly offers him an invitation.
"Do you want to stay at my place, Lincoln? I have some leftovers if you don't mind."
Lincoln thinks deeply for a moment before professing.
"I just met you a few hours ago, Verosika. However, since I have nowhere else to go, I might as well come to you."
Verosika smiles at his response, gleeful in her mind that she snags herself an exceptional catch. She then grabs his hand, leading him to her pretty pink car. As both enter the car, the covert succubus notifies him in advance as she drives into an alley away from the park.
"My home's far from here; we'll have to take a shortcut."
"What kind of shortcut are you talking about?"
"You'll see."
The devilish pop star grabs a magical crystal from one of her car's compartments and directs it forward to open a dimensional portal.
"Whoa!"
"Uh-huh. I'll tell you where we will be when we get there."
As Verosika revs her Cadillac's engines up and enters the portal, Lincoln gapes in awe and disbelief when witnessing the surroundings of the new world he is in. A wicked metropolis under a red sky inhabited by unusually looking creatures performing countless actions that he finds inappropriate for his age. A normal kid would be terrified of such acts, but Lincoln was not ordinary due to being raised in a crazy household and facing numerous precarious situations. After a brief tour around the urban city, Lincoln gazes toward a remarkable penthouse apartment and glances at Verosika, who smirks in response. Verosika shortly parks her Cadillac near the apartment, and the duo exits said car.
"We're almost there, Lincoln. We just need to walk a bit more into my room."
"I got you, Verosika."
Lincoln remains amazed at the high-end aesthetics within the apartment while he and Verosika walk toward her room. The attractive demoness smiles at his reaction, seeing it as adorable compared to his prior behavior. She then becomes surprised at how she's uncharacteristically and slowly developing romantic feelings toward the young man regarding how she treats him and vice versa. She temporarily shakes those feelings off her mind when she notices the door to her room.
"Here's my room, Lincoln. Let's go in."
"Gladly."
When the duo entered, the platinum blonde-haired boy became stupefied at how intricately decorated the ombre-haired woman's living room and kitchen were as they focused on a strange yet alluring theme. Speaking of the woman, she lightly snaps him out of amazement before heading to the kitchen.
"I'll get the leftover takeouts, Lincoln; you can lie on the couch or sit on the dining table, your choice."
"Thanks, Verosika. I am just wondering exactly where--"
"I'll answer that when we finish eating. Just rest for a while."
"Okay then."
Some minutes pass as the succubus in disguise signals the boy's attention to notify the food is ready, and the latter responds that he will arrive in a second. There, Verosika glances at Lincoln's amazed reaction toward the taste as the duo feast on the leftovers before giggling to herself and giving him a minimal blush.
"Enjoying the food so far?"
"Yeah. It's pretty delicious."
"Not as much when it isn't fresh, right?"
"It's alright. I haven't eaten much in a while, remember."
"Of course. Anyway, would you like to know where we are right now?"
Lincoln perks up and nods while Verosika takes a deep breath before answering.
"We're in Hell."
The young man gapes and stutters in an attempt to comment.
"H-Hell! As in--"
The adult pop star puts one hand up before clarifying.
"This form of Hell is not truly like those fundamental church-goers described, but rather a more fucked up version of Detroit mixed with old biblical themes, like the ones in Dante's Divine Comedy. Do you follow me?"
The platinum blonde-haired boy nervously chuckles before admitting.
"I do get about Detroit, but not so much about the Divine Comedy. My former parents said I'm too young to read that."
"Understandable. There's also one more thing for you to know."
"Umm. What is it?"
"I was born here. What you see before me is my human disguise."
Lincoln becomes wide-eyed at the bombshell she has dropped.
"If so, then what are you exactly?"
"It's best for me to show you."
The grown-up pop star stands up, closes her eyes, and performs a twirl as heart-themed pink energy thoroughly covers her body before dissipating to reveal her actual demonic form, much to the juvenile's astonishment. She now possesses a long, spade-shaped tail with a black tip; two black-tipped hot pink horns on the top of her head, with a black star on each side, and the left horn slightly larger than the right; a pair of hot pink wings with black heart symbols at the top; and a red, heart-shaped tattoo on her right upper arm with the name Blitzø crossed out with a big X. Her outfit converts to a tightly fitted white and black mini dress featuring a contrasting X and O on the chest and a star design on the abdomen alongside white arm-length gloves with pink X-shaped trimmings while modifying the thigh-highs with three X-shaped cutouts down the sides and retaining the black choker and heart-themed high heels. Her skin changes to a hot pink color, and her hair color shifts to ombre-white with a darker pink streak across her bangs while maintaining the pink undertones. Verosika then opens her light pink eyes, with her scleras now colored yellow, before smiling and questioning the completely captivated Lincoln.
"So, what do you think?"
"Ba...ba...ba..."
The preteen wants to comment clearly but cannot as he gazes toward her globular breasts with her elegant E-cups expanded to gorgeous G-cups and her shapely set of hips and thighs becoming more pronounced. The unveiled seductress laughs happily to show off her fanged canines, ruffles his hair to snap him out of his lovesick state, and guides him to sit on the living room couch with her before confessing.
"I am a succubus who works as a pop star."
"A succubus pop star?"
"Mm-hmm. Succubi, like myself, are known to tempt others into letting their sexual lusts guide them to having our way with them via various means of attraction; as for me, I prefer to sing out carnal melodies to do so."
Lincoln becomes stupefied and worried at the fact that not only is he in Hell, a modernized one at that, but a demonic temptress who takes his downtrodden self into her home for her libidinous whims. The said temptress gives him a sympathetic look before reassuring him.
"I could've done all that shit if I wanted to, but I refuse."
"How come, Verosika?"
"I genuinely love hearing more of your stories that lead up to our encounter. If I recall correctly, what can be worse than the luck incident?"
The youthful boy lightens up as he remembers where he left off.
"The worst part is that the luck incident is the nail in the coffin when it comes to the trust I once had with my family."
"Nail in the coffin, you say?"
"I recalled one time when my former parents promised not to kick me and my past sisters out, especially with pointless reasons in mind."
"Ironically, they broke it with such reasons, didn't they?"
Lincoln contemplated for a moment with slight sarcasm.
"Either that or it was only meant for my sisters that they always favored."
"What about your sisters?"
"My sisters? Well, there was this event that they made a protocol, a faulty one at that, that meant to resolve their petty arguments."
Verosika obtains a bemused look before asking.
"How did that work exactly?"
"From what details I got from Clyde and Bobby, the protocol was to prevent further confrontations by isolating my argumentative sisters into separate rooms."
"Clyde and Bobby?"
"Clyde is my best friend, and Bobby is my former eldest sister's boyfriend whom she loves too much. She told him about the protocol instead of me for that reason alone."
"I see. How did this supposed protocol become problematic to you?"
"They didn't tell me how it properly works. They instead told me to butt out since it's a 'sisters' thing' to them, even though they used my bedroom to do so."
"In short, it showed how ruthless and entitled they could be, right?"
The platinum blonde-haired gives out an exasperated breath before admitting.
"I can't help but agree. Though, like the luck incident, I did worsen the arguments by saying the wrong things."
"What wrong things?"
"Blurting out topics that are secretive to themselves. Looking back, I could've convinced my past parents to bring Pop-Pop to set the records straight, but that slipped my mind. I would rather take matters into my own hands instead of staying silent as they expected."
"Pop-Pop?"
"My former maternal grandfather Albert. He has the same hair color as I did in his younger days and is the most reasonable out of the family."
Lincoln then sighs in a subdued manner and bows his head.
"Nevertheless, these events showed how stubborn they could be when admitting their faults, how they surpassed mine, and how they neglected the consequences that affected others, including me."
To her surprise, Verosika witnesses Lincoln sniffling with tears flowing down his face as he struggles to finish his story.
"All I wanted was to look out for them, but they took my generosity and trust and gave me nothing in return. Also, I needed a break from all the s-shit I've been through."
Unexpectedly, the succubus lays her hand on his head to console him.
"It's alright, Lincoln. What they did to you was on them."
She then directs his morose gaze onto hers to profess out of tenderness.
"Furthermore, you're not the only one who feels betrayed by your loved ones."
"You too, Verosika?"
The sympathetic succubus nods and shows her crossed-out arm tattoo to the awed boy. It takes a while for Lincoln to connect the dots.
"So, this Blitzø, who was he to you?"
"He was a mere hell-born imp, the lowest of the low regarding demonic hierarchy, who happened to be my ex-boyfriend."
"How did he betray you?"
"He was a self-loathing douchebag who didn't give any fucks into repaying the love I gave him. That sounded too vulgar for you, didn't it?"
Lincoln becomes astounded for a while but shrugs it off to give her courtesy.
"No, it's all right to let it out. After all, I did the same thing."
"Oh, okay. As I said, Blitz-o was so selfish that he abandoned me just to have his way with an insecure, high-class, owl-themed prince."
Verosika balls one of her fists in frustration.
"What's so damn infuriating is that cockheaded imp puts more effort pleasuring him than he did with me. He didn't do much when he had his way with me after I kissed, sucked off, and mounted him."
The human juvenile blushes at hearing her raunchy, yet still failed, love life before the demonic temptress composes herself to ask him some questions.
"Anyhow, speaking of love, Lincoln, do you have someone you crush on or even love them as your girlfriend or, heh, boyfriend?"
"Well, I do have a certain someone named Ronnie Anne."
"Ronnie Anne?"
"She's Bobby's little sister and is the same age as me."
"How did you two hook up?"
Lincoln scowls as he reminisces bitterly.
"My former sisters, particularly my eldest sister Lori, were the ones who handled this."
"Your sisters again?"
"Yes, Verosika. When I first met Ronnie, she was a mere bully who had the gall to mess me up on a good day. I didn't retaliate against her due to the kindness of my heart."
"How did they handle pairing you both up?"
"When I told my sisters that the bully was the girl in question, they became eager to believe that her bullying behavior was to attract me and advised me to repay her with a kiss."
Verosika snorts and chuckles at their collective perception.
"I'm sorry, but that's a shitty way for those girls to resolve such an issue. Still, did you follow through?"
"I did at the cost of her dealing me a black eye. Eventually, she indeed returned my feelings in her rugged way."
Lincoln soon gives out a sad sigh and deprecates himself.
"Although, I must admit: She deserves someone better than me. Someone who can stand up to others consistently while remaining close to her."
The supportive demoness tries to console him.
"Oh, come on, Lincoln. Don't sell yourself short."
"No. I want Ronnie to move on without me, especially when I am in Hell while she remains on Earth."
"I get it. There's one last thing I want to discuss with you."
"What is it?"
Verosika gently grabs Lincoln by the chin to direct his gaze toward her.
"How much do you know about making love? The one about your former parents pleasuring themselves behind closed doors?"
"Uh. Umm. W-what?"
The young man steams up and becomes tongue-tied at her question.
"No need to be shy, Lincoln. I know you are curious to learn how you were born. More so, when your parents can't even keep it in their pants to the point they end up raising eleven kids, including you."
"I-I didn't know much at first. I was slightly disgusted looking up such topics, but I couldn't help wanting to learn more."
"You happened to look up pornography behind your past family's back, despite your young age, didn't you?
"Yes, I did. I was initially shocked to see those videos, but I soon became interested and even felt my body heating up with my junk getting hard."
"Did you play with your junk while you watched them?"
"No. I didn't know I could do that."
The preteen then bows his head, mortified.
"I still feel ashamed for letting my curiosity get the better of me."
The succubus softly lays her hand on his head as reassurance.
"No need for that. You'll find out one way or another. If anything, do you want it?"
"Huh, want what?"
"Do you want to experience the same things in those videos?"
Lincoln gulps once before responding.
"Y-yes."
Verosika gives a slight grin to the boy before offering him.
"Before we go through those acts, I must give you two options."
"What are they?"
"You can leave this place and find your place here in Hell. Or, you can stay here with me, and I can be the big sister you desire most and the best lover you can have."
The platinum blonde-haired juvenile becomes astounded at the ombre-white-haired succubus's offer has given him. Verosika then giggles at his dumbfounded expression, noting its cuteness before assuring him.
"Take your time, Lincoln. I am not going anywhere."
Lincoln ponders momentarily before answering her with utmost sincerity.
"Thinking about it, you helped me at my worst when my supposed family turned their backs on me. You also didn't look down on the strife I experienced before I met you."
The boy gives the seductress an earnest smile as he continues.
"You even comforted me when I cried out the pain I felt and spilled my perverted secrets to you. In turn, I looked past your bold attitude to help you sort out the pain your ex gave you."
He then looks at her eye-to-eye as he finalizes his decision.
"All in all, I want to stay with you at your house, Verosika Mayday."
The pop star succubus obtains a gleeful grin on her face and gently grabs the sides of his face, much to his awe.
"Lincoln."
"Yes?"
"Believe it or not, I am touched. Sincerely touched at the way you accepted my offer."
"You are?"
"Mm-hmm. To prove it, I hope you don't mind me doing this."
Verosika closes in to kiss Lincoln on the lips, surprising him as he feels her long demonic tongue encasing his human tongue. He promptly closes his eyes and clutches the sides of her face to attempt tongue-kissing her back despite being on the losing end while his body heats up and his groin tenses up. As for the hellish pop star seductress, she becomes overjoyed that she has obtained a magnificent catch in her eyes on what is a supposed dull day and is willing to shape him as the lover she yearned for most with his permission. Additionally, her voluptuous body tenses up while her batlike wings flutter and heart-tipped tail wags, indicating her exceptionally heartfelt sensations toward the young lad. They eventually separate to display a trail of saliva connecting their tongues as both catch their breaths before Verosika speaks up.
"Is this your first kiss?"
Lincoln shakes his head to admit.
"No. I gave my first to Ronnie, but I didn't think my second could be so--"
"Sexy? Hehehe. This kiss is only the beginning of what awaits us in my, no our bed."
The youngster gapes at the implications before the grown-up hell-born idol gives him an ardent request with a suggestive grin.
"Do you want to shower with me?"
Lincoln responds with enthusiasm.
"Yes, I'd love to."
Verosika soon grabs Lincoln by the palm before guiding him to the bathroom within her master bedroom with kindness and affection.