I stood outside the back door and stretched my wings. It felt good to do so. In fact, my entire body felt good…very good. I somehow felt more alive and full of energy…with a faint horniness running through it all.

The first time I’d been in my succubus form, I’d been so caught up in the strangeness that I hadn’t really noticed much about how my new body felt, at least not beyond being feeling turned on. But now, I realized that there was more to my new body than that, though I was still trying to process it all.

I thought about how I’d stuck my tongue out at aunt June just a minute ago and how it had gone out a lot further than I’d expected. Since no one was watching me at the moment, I stuck my tongue out again, sticking it out as far as it would go which was about a foot.

Out of curiosity, I touched my tongue and found that it was just a little slick and slimy. I pulled my tongue back in and rubbed my finger where I’d touched my tongue. It was definitely different than normal, and I had to admit, kind of gross as well.

This was just another reminder that in spite of looking largely human in this form, I wasn’t a human. I didn’t even know if I had the same internal organs that a human did. In fact, I knew virtually nothing about my own biology.

“I wonder if all mythics are this ignorant about their own bodies,” I mused aloud. I suspected that they probably were.

One of the things that I’d been curious about since my first transformation was whether or not my wings actually worked. I flapped them a little to get used to the idea of being able to move them and knew that this was my chance to actually find out.

“Here goes nothing,” I said and tried flapping my wings and flinging myself into the air. I went up about ten feet but then fell right back into the ground, breasts first.

After a few choice profanities I tried again, faring a little better before I hit the ground again. On my third try, I got up higher but then started to come down. I ended up landing on the roof of the house.

“Just great,” I grumbled looking out over the large behind our house and spotting the black bear that was a good distance away. It seemed that my great vision went beyond just being able to see in the dark. “At least dad is having fun.”

I took a deep breath and tried it again, having learned a little from each of my previous attempts and hoping that this would be it. This time, I was able to stay in the air and soared along just a short distance above the ground. And with an excited laugh, I moved my wings and began to go higher.

Technically, I knew that this should actually be impossible. There was no way my wings could actually support a body of my size and fly with it. However, one of the benefits of magic is that it lets you bypass annoying things like the laws of physics.

“The benefits of being a mythic,” I mused.

But as I went higher and looked back down at the ground, I suddenly realized something that I’d never known about myself before. I was afraid of heights.

“Oh shit,” I blurted out as I felt a sudden surge of terror.

All I could think of at that moment was falling and getting splattered on the ground. I completely froze at that and then began to quickly fall straight towards the ground, my fear making what I was afraid of into a reality.

“No,” I cried out in desperation, tightening my wings and slowing my descent enough so that when I hit the ground below, it wasn’t hard enough to break anything.

I remained where I was on the ground, breathing hard and shaking a bit from both the fear and relief. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down…trying to get control of myself.

“If God had meant us to fly, he would have given us wings,” I muttered bitterly. Then I looked back and sighed. “Oh yeah. He did.”

After I’d recovered a little, I stood up and stretched my wings. Nothing seemed to be injured, much to my relief. Still, that fall had been scary.

“Shazbot,” I muttered in disgust. I’d been doing so well before I freaked out and froze up.

I looked around and realized for the first time that I’d gone a bit further than I’d intended. I’d fallen close to the house of our nearest neighbor. Too close.

As I stood there, I realized that I felt something…something from the neighbor’s house. It was something…appealing. It was almost like catching the scent of fresh baked cookies.

The last time I’d transformed into a succubus, I’d begun feeling a strange craving, though I hadn’t been quite sure what for. Now, I instinctively knew that what I was craving was in that house. I felt drawn to it.

I became so caught up in what it was that I was feeling that I leapt back into the sky, completely forgetting my newly discovered fear of heights. I flew right to the neighbor’s house and landed right behind it.

A part of me knew that this was a REALLY bad idea. Weres had to keep their existence secret from normals and mythics had to do so even more. I couldn’t take the risk that someone might look out the window and see me, but at the moment, I scarcely cared.

I was driven by my succubus instincts as I moved to the window and peaked inside. I could see the man who lived there and I knew that he had what I wanted. I found myself licking my lips and getting even more turned on.

Then I took a deep breath and felt myself absorbing some of what it was that I was craving. It felt good and I immediately wanted more. He had more.

“What am I thinking?” I blurted out, coming to my senses. I shook my head and backed away from the house, still craving this delicious thing I was feeling from within but no longer letting it drive me.

There was no doubt that I had to get away from here before I lost control again. With that, I flew up into the air again, still afraid of falling but even more afraid of what would happen if I didn’t get away now.

I flew back to my own house and landed a short distance from the back door. My heart was racing from what had just happened, but my nipples were poking out like crazy and I felt incredibly wet between my legs.

“What in the world was I thinking?” I demanded of myself, hunched over and trying to make sense of it all. Of course, I knew that it wasn’t a matter of what I’d been thinking but of what I’d been feeling.

I hadn’t felt anything like that with mom or aunt June...thank God. Then I wondered if maybe it was because that guy I’d seen in the house had been a guy. Of course, I hadn’t felt anything like that with dad either. Then again, both times I’d been like this, dad had been in bear form.

“What the frell am I?” I demanded, staring at my clawed black fingernails.

Of course, I already knew the answer to that. If I’d had any doubts before, they were now gone. I was a succubus.