Ruby, Renata, and Jezebel were beginning to run out of things to watch on Ruby's TV. Most channels had switched over to infomercials, and the others had nothing the trio particularly wanted to see. Ruby idly flipped over to a televangelist.
"Ugh!" groaned Jezebel. "Turn him the fuck off! Succubi and a guy waving a Bible around do NOT mix!"
"Species patriotism, Jez?" Renata chuckled.
"You could say that," Jezebel sighed. "Angels and their minions wouldn't be so bad if they didn't always 'thou shalt not' me every time I wanted to have a little fun! My mom could tell you stories about this one featherbrain called Kushiel and his gang of celestial puritans. They came THIS close to killing her. I swear, she's fucking reformed! She hasn't used her mesmerism to attract a partner since 1712!"
"Yeah, you mentioned your mom earlier, Jez," Renata smiled at her demonic friend. "You said you'd introduce us sometime. Is now a good time?"
"I guess it is," Jezebel shrugged, "considering how Ruby doesn't seem to get streaming."
"Hey!" Ruby said defensively. "We're saving up for it! We just... keep spending the money on other stuff before we can get around to it."
Jezebel rolled her eyes. "There's werefox spending habits for you. Well, let's get going. I can promise you, Mom LOVES company."
The three girls assumed their human forms before leaving the trailer and the skulk's encampment. They headed back into town, Jezebel leading the way. The teenage succubus led them into an ordinary suburban neighborhood that the werevixens would never have associated with succubi in a million years.
They stopped in front of a house painted a seductive pastel pink with heart-shaped windows. Succubi were obviously not big on artistic subtlety. Two women in their late twenties were walking down the house's driveway holding hands.
Jezebel approached the two women. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. If it isn't Brittany and Amber Mitchell-Erickson! Been having a little threesome with Mom to spice up your marriage... again?"
Brittany and Amber both blushed. Nothing made sex weird quite as often as a snarky teenager. Amber (who coached the girls' basketball team) took her wife protectively in her arms. "That's enough of THAT, kid! You may be Delilah's daughter, but you're embarrassing Britt!"
"And you," Jezebel snickered.
The Mitchell-Ericksons stormed off in a shame-fueled huff. Ruby and Renata exchanged an awkward look.
"They'll be back," Jezebel laughed. "Those two ALWAYS come back. Mom still probably wouldn't like that I sassed them, though. Oh well, I'll just have to do better next time, right? C'mon, I can't wait for you to meet Mom!"
Jezebel led her friends to the front porch and rang the doorbell. The door opened, revealing a buxom, raven-haired woman with smoky green eyes. She was wearing nothing but a silk bathrobe. Going by the family resemblance, she had to be Jezebel's mother. Curiously, she only looked about five or so years older than her teenage daughter.
"Jezzie!" the voluptuous woman cooed. "What're you doing home so early?"
"Early?" Renata muttered under her breath.
"My friends wanted to meet you, Mom," Jezebel explained. She turned to Ruby and Renata. "Girls, this is my lovely mom Delilah du Charme, succubus extraordinaire."
"Great to meet you, Ma'am," said Renata, remembering what her own mother had taught her about manners. "I'm Renata Hamilton, and this is my friend Ruby Reynard. We're both werevixens, though I'm pretty new to it." She held out a hand for Delilah to shake.
Instead of shaking Renata's hand, Delilah du Charme kissed Renata and Ruby on their mouths. "It's such a pleasure to meet the both of you! Feel free to come on in and slip out of all those uncomfortable clothes. Go ahead and grope each other if you like; I honestly don't mind. You're lucky; I just finished with Brittany and Amber not two minutes ago." Okay, so succubus manners were obviously very different from what Renata was used to.
The three girls followed Delilah into her living room. Renata thought it looked like the kind of place a succubus would hang out in. Everything was done up in shades of pink and red, and sconces bathed the room in alluring shadows. Charcoal drawings of beautiful nude men and women decorated the walls. The centerpiece of the room was a huge animal-print sofa festooned with heart-shaped pillows.
Delilah du Charme slipped out of her robe, baring her superhumanly breathtaking body to the world. The two werevixens eyes glued themselves onto the elder succubus's titanic, exquisitely sculpted breasts and their pink, erect nipples. "Like what you see, kids?" Delilah giggled.
Ruby and Renata nodded.
"Then feast your eyes on my true self!" said Delilah. Two goat horns suddenly grew from her skull as a snaking forked tail slithered out of the succubus's curvy ass. Two batlike wings unfolded from her shoulder blades and her nails sharpened into wicked talons. Delilah's eyes morphed into the slit-pupil, golden eyes of a cat, and her mouth filled with needle-like fangs. Startlingly, a second, smaller pair of tits budded beneath Delilah's primary pair. To finish, her skin turned a deep shade of purple. "So..." Delilah grinned proudly, "what do you think?"
"W-wow!" was all Renata could say.
"So hot!" Ruby was practically drooling.
Jezebel took the liberty of undressing and assuming her own true form. It was much like her mother's, except her skin was pale red and she lacked the second pair of boobs.
"This is incredible!" Renata gasped, her eyes roving all over Jezebel and Delilah's demon forms. "But why do you have four boobs, Delilah? Jezebel doesn't."
"It's a little enhancement succubi gain when they reach age 1,000 and their power increases," Delilah explained. "I'm 3,800 years old (give or take), but Jezzie's only seventeen. Practically still a broodling."
"Mooooom!" Jezebel groaned. "I'm not a broodling and my friends call me Jez, not Jezzie."
"You'll always be my sweet little broodling to me," Delilah smiled. "Now, how about everybody sit down, and we'll get to know each other better. Help yourself to my chocolates if you like. Be careful, though; they're loaded with my favorite aphrodisiac."
The girls nodded. They all got comfy on the living room's massive animal-print sofa, Ruby and Renata assuming their werevixen forms and shrugging out of their clothes.