The Terrified Goblin
Before setting off for real, I decided to fly up high just once.
It wasn't all that high—just enough to scout the surroundings from above the treetops.
But now that I'm up here... where the hell am I even supposed to go?
Leaving the cabin with grand ambitions had felt great at first, but the moment the question hit me—"So, where do we go now?"—I had no answer.
So, even though my wings were trembling, I decided to take a big loop around to get my bearings.
Yeah, this is pointless. It's all just trees and mountains.
It didn't reveal much. Most of the view was blocked by the dense canopy of leaves, so the info I could gather was pretty limited.
At least I know this is one massive forest surrounded by mountains.
The one useful discovery was spotting a prominent river snaking through the distance.
Let's head there first.
Any living creature needs water to survive, so settlements should pop up along the way.
And if I can wash up while I'm at it, even better.
My body was a mess—covered in dust from that masturbation session in the filthy cabin earlier, plus sweat from flapping my wings.
I desperately wanted a bath right now, but there wasn't even a leaf around to wipe myself with.
Do I even need water with this body?
I didn't feel thirsty at all. Maybe succubi were some OP race that didn't require hydration?
With those thoughts swirling, I landed and started walking slowly.
I can fly up periodically to check my direction... Hmm, but is it really okay to keep going like this?
Stark naked, no clothes whatsoever. I'd thought I was mentally prepared, but now that I was actually moving, it bugged me.
If someone sees me like this, what'll they think? Can I even communicate properly?
No choice—I sighed and pressed on.
I walked for quite a while, but the scenery barely changed. Dirt paths, trees, and rocks that varied only slightly, no matter where I looked.
That said, it wasn't a total waste. I learned a bit more about my own body.
I'm tougher than I thought.
Walking naked through the forest meant branches scraping my skin, grass brushing against me, and stepping on stones.
But nothing scratched or cut me. My flesh just yielded softly under pressure, then sprang right back once it passed.
And then there's my strength.
Bored of just walking, I picked up some rocks to test. They felt subtly easier to lift than I remembered from my days as a guy.
Not that I'd weighed them on a scale or anything precise.
Should've tested it against the drawer or bed back at the cabin for a better comparison.
Too late now—I couldn't turn back.
Regretting that a little, I kept going. How much farther? The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in sunset hues.
That's when I ran into it: green skin, short stature, murky eyes. No doubt about it—a goblin.
"Kek!? S-Succubus!?"
The encounter gave me a ton of info right away.
First, confirmation that I really was a succubus.
Second, succubi weren't exactly welcome around here—at least not by goblins, for some reason.
Wait, aren't goblins supposed to charge at naked women and try to impregnate them?
Maybe that was just media bias, but seeing this goblin freeze up instead of lunging felt off.
No lust in its eyes—just raw wariness and fear.
This would've been a forced harem scene in some eroge.
In a way, it was a relief that this world didn't run on those tropes.
Though, thinking coldly... it kinda makes sense.
From the goblin's perspective, whether human or succubus, I was just a massive predator compared to it.
Alone like this, I probably looked terrifying.
Like a hamster meeting a cat?
Not quite that extreme a size gap, but still scary enough.
And finally...
It's pretty well-equipped.
This suggested goblins might have some civilization.
The knife—bigger than a kitchen blade but small overall—looked like a proper weapon. The armor was cloth, but it seemed functional.
Shield looked solid too. Even a sling and pouch of stones on its belt.
Of course, I wasn't an expert, so this was all surface-level judgment!
But what do I even say here?
The goblin wasn't attacking, but it wasn't looking away either.
Neither was I.
Turning my back to run risked it doing something sneaky, and I wasn't keen on striking first.
The standoff dragged on until the goblin suddenly yelled.
"You're probably planning to catch me off guard, rape me, and drain my vital energy! I can see right through your schemes!"
Its voice boomed through the trees as it pointed accusingly at me.
"If that wasn't your intent, why parade around buck naked!?"
I took a moment to inspect my body.
Completely bare. Love juices constantly leaking, trickling down my thighs.
Hmm... yeah, I can see the misunderstanding.
Its logic held up, but this was just my situation—I had no such plans. Felt a bit unfair.
"Why would I want to screw something as ugly, weird, and inhuman as you? I don't wanna do it either."
"Succubi can't resist vital energy—you'll fuck beasts if you have to!"
Fuck beasts too? Were succubi that slutty?
Way more open-minded than I'd imagined. What kind of life did they lead?
I'd never met one from this world, but I suddenly felt a twinge of resentment toward my new race.
What daily existence bred this much grudge from a random forest goblin?
At least it's not just humans.
Good info, though. Vital energy was key, and I could apparently absorb it from goblins or beasts.
Not that I just said I wouldn't...
Hearing that, the goblin in front of me suddenly looked useful.
It seems weaker than me? Gear's decent, but I could take it. And it knows stuff—could interrogate it.
Capture it alive, use it as a living encyclopedia and vital energy dispenser. Not a bad idea.
"Hiiiek! What're you—those eyes!"
Damn, it sensed something. Almost instantly, something hurtled toward me.
I dodged on instinct—turned out to be a rock.
"Wait—"
No time to speak. It drew its knife and charged.
So much for "those eyes"...
Flying away was an option, but I decided to fight.
Who knew when I'd find another talkative foe? And with succubus reputation in the gutter, friendlies were unlikely anyway.
Better to subdue it now and sort things out.
I leaped back, dodging the rushing dagger.
Wings flared instinctively, propelling me farther than any human jump.
Now what?
Dive-bomb from above? Tempting, but risky if I failed.
Charging head-on? That knife worried me.
I'm a succubus—don't I have Charm or something?
Something stirred oddly inside me, but it fizzled out.
Feels like I have it, but it's not ready yet?
Shelving that, I grabbed a rock and went low-flight, hurling it mid-air.
My aim sucked—the rock probably wouldn't hit.
But it distracted perfectly.
In that split-second gap, I rammed into it, grabbing its torso and tackling it down.
A full-speed succubus charge. The goblin couldn't handle the impact and toppled.
I pinned its arms and mounted it in full guard.
"Kgh... J-Just kill me... Better than being Charmed and dragging my whole village down with me..."
It seemed resigned to some fate. But killing it? Nah.
No info, no vital energy that way. Not now, anyway.
Speaking of...
I looked down at the goblin beneath me.
At first glance, just an ugly goblin. But up close from above, it wasn't that bad.
Skin was surprisingly clean. Cleaner than my dust-caked self, maybe.
Nearby river for regular baths?
Teeth visible through its open mouth—white and tidy.
Does it brush?
Body: small frame, but balanced and fit.
Poking its belly revealed firm muscle—not bulky, but toned and compact.
Overall? Better than expected.
Not hideous, at least. Face still goblin-tier, though.
Doesn't mean I wanna do it... but I guess I have to.
Separate from my thoughts, my body was reacting.
Love juices flowing noticeably more—dripping down my thighs in sticky trails.
Body heating up. Heart pounding hard, like it was knocking on my ribs with every beat.
And beyond the forest or goblin smells, something appetizing wafted over.
Like the scent of chicken skewers at a night market when starving. Or fresh-baked bread.
This is succubus instinct.
Handsome or ugly, clean or not—didn't matter. As long as it had vital energy to suck.
That was enough.
Yeah. I'll have to do this eventually anyway.
If I'd become a fish, I'd have jumped in the water.
Staying on land as a human? I'd suffocate.
Same logic: succubus now, so live like one.
I reached out, placing my hand on its cheek.
My tail—without me even noticing—had already started teasing its balls and cock.
The heart-shaped tip poking at what I figured was the tip of its dick.