Story: Rosario + Succubus

 

Within the world of monsters, each monster is viewed differently by their society as a whole. Different monsters have different reputations, fermenting different stereotypes which can easily - so easily - inform how a monster's personality will form. In the case of Yukari Sendo, in one timeline - the one with which we are most familiar - she is a young witch. She walked around wearing full regalia. Pointed hat, dark cape, the works.

Witches were not well regarded in the world of monsters. They were as close as you could get to being human without actually being human. The only functional difference was in their ability to cast spells, otherwise they were genetically identical and impossible to discern the difference from. This made it easier for them to blend in among humankind - but it also, paradoxically, made humans respond to them in ways that were almost worse than any other monster.

Thus they are caught between both worlds unable to fit into either fully. Hated by humans for being too inhuman, looked down upon by monsters for being too human. Well. That sort of tends to have an impact on your personality, doesn't it? Take that sort of prejudice away, and a person's formation into a person will change in all manner of ways, will it not?

In this world Yukari was not a witch, but rather... a yuki-onna. A very different kind of monster. Associated with ice and cold and bewitching young men into a frozen tundra. They are pressured by their mothers into pursuing boyfriends at a young age - primarily because their ability to reproduce is quite limited compared to other species. In fact, it is a wonder they had not yet gone extinct. Once they reach young adult age, they generally stop being fertile, encouraging picking a partner and having lots of babies as soon as possible.

And so, young Yukari's relationship with her peers is a bit... different. She's still a genius. Make no mistake of that. However, she does still wander around in the traditional yuki-onna garb. A pale blue yukata, with her light blue hair trailing down her back. She walks regally, elegantly, and it kind of freaks everyone else out a little bit. Especially when -

"Attention all boys!" Yukari announced. "I am now seeking a boyfriend. Please form an orderly queue in this direction, and I will begin interviews shortly!"

Everyone stepped back while Yukari set up a table and chair, and then put a sign over the table that read "Hunky Boyfriends, Please Apply." And then she sat down with a pitcher of iced lemonade , sipping from it and smiling serenely, while waiting for someone to queue up.

Anyone. Anyone at all.

Look, just because she's book smart doesn't mean she's people smart. I mean, would you get in that queue? No, of course not. That's really... weird. Someone doing that in front of you would make you wonder if there was a hidden camera show trying to pull a prank. Also, while she does have that ethereal supernatural beauty that comes with being what she is, many Yuki-onna legends are about the things that happen to men who happen to dally with one of them, and those fates? Not nice. Mostly not true, unless they were extremely stupid or whatever, but the legends did get around. Mostly what actually happened was that the yuki-onna would give them as much sex as they could handle in a desperate attempt to have as many kids as they could before their time was up.

"Hey, why don't you go for it?" one boy whispered to another. "You don't wanna fail, do you? She'll help you cheat your homework for as long as it takes!"

"And have my balls frozen off in a blizzard when I inevitably tick her off?!" another boy whispered back. "No thanks!"

Yukari took a deep breath, and then took an ice cube out of her pitcher. She reinforced it, made it slightly bigger, then flicked it so that it split in two and each half landed down the backs of those two boy's shirts.

Still. She sat there. Serenely. Certain that her Prince would come. All that she had to do was persevere, and before long the boys would all see how utterly stunning and smart and sweet she was! Then she could have her pick of boyfriends. Haha!

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Tsukune was feeling quite a bit dizzy after his latest encounter with his new girlfriend. Oh, Moka might deny it, but at this point Tsukune couldn't bring himself to think of her as anything else. His girlfriend, Moka. The succubus. She denied it, said they were only friends, but when you spend a good half hour with a girl's tongue cleaning your tonsils while you're up against a wall, what else can you really call her?

However, he was rather thrown off when a rather pretty leg put itself in his path. It wasn't a patch on Moka's, though Tsukune had the distinct feeling that such a leg, had he seen it before meeting her, would have ranked as Top Class. It would have instilled a fetish in him for thighs, that kind of leg.

"Where do you think you're going?" the girl from before asked. The anemic girl who bit him out of nowhere. "You saw a side of me that nobody should ever see."

"I did?" Tsukune asked, pointing at himself. "Uh... You looked a bit sickly, and -"

She moved quickly, slapping her hand over his mouth. Her grip was surprisingly strong. "Quiet!" she hissed. "Know your place. Just because I was a little hungry does not mean I was sickly, or weak. We cannot have you spreading rumours that Kurumu Kuruno was a weakling, now can we?"

"Uh?" Tsukune gulped. He hadn't even known her name up until then. How could he have possibly spread any rumours about her? Really, looking at her again it was plain to see that this girl was really cute, but trying to portray a tough girl image that kind of didn't suit her that well.

"So I'll make you a bargain!" Kurumu said, and suddenly Tsukune found himself staring down the business end of a cupcake. With weird looking red icing. "Here! I made this earlier on. You have it, and then we'll be even! You fed me, I fed you!"

"I'm not really hungry - " Tsukune attempted to say, but found himself with a cupcake thrust into his hands anyway, and before he could give it back she ran away as if the hounds of hell were after her. "Weird girl..." he mused to himself, watching the cupcake with deep suspicion. As if it might rear up and bite him. Given the school he was in right now, that wasn't so strange an idea as one might assume.

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We've already covered the key differences between Witches and Yukki-Ona, and how they're viewed in monster society. So? How is Mizore faring in this world, where she is the most humanlike monster? Where she did not have an upbringing pressuring her to look for a mate, right now, anyone that's suitable that would give you strong children. Lots and lots of strong children, and have enough stamina to endure the cold and also lots of sex.

Well, one might think that she's not so stalkerish. That she is more out and about. But if that's what you think, you don't know Mizore at all. She's still on the shy side. She's still lurking in bushes. Staring out at people. Just... not only boys. Girls too.

"Hey, I think that weirdo is watching us again," one girl whispered to another.

"Ew, yeah! What's up with her? I mean, she's kinda pretty but -"

"I think she's a witch," the other interrupted. "Probably planning to put a hex on us or something."

In truth, Mizore was staring at them for one simple reason. She wanted a friend. So there she was, squat in the bushes - but she didn't really look like a witch. No pointed hat or anything along those lines. Which should make sense, as Mizore from a certain other universe doesn't exactly dress like a typical Yukki-Onna, does she?

Instead, she was wearing something a bit similar to her usual clothes - except that instead of a purple striped motif, it was dark as the night's sky. She had a rather distinctive necklace hanging from her neck. A pentagram, because of course it was. Black painted nails, contact lenses that hid the actual colour of her eyes.

Basically, she looked sort of like someone who had heard of goths, thought they sounded cool and interesting, never actually met one and then decided to dress up like one.

The girls she'd been spying on quickly dashed off inside, which got Mizore to pout in defeat. Once again, she'd been unable to approach a group to join them. A shame. They seemed so... interesting. Then again, she found everyone interesting.

That's all she really wanted, you see. Friends. Unfortunately, people were a bit put off by the fact that she was, uh, kind of a stalker. It tripped something in a monster's survival instinct. Normally they're the ones in pursuit of prey, you know? So that means if something is stalking them, best to escape it right away.

Looking around to make sure nobody could see her, Mizore pulled a crystal ball out of her jacket, waved her hands over it and started to watch those same girls, looking around for her and trying to stay away. Ah... Maybe there was still hope here after all? Maybe if she watched them from afar like this, she could figure out the things they liked and use that to become friends with them?

One could only hope... though in truth she'd be making a different set of friends before too long.

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Kukuku! Kurumu could hardly believe that simple minded boy would fall for such a ruse. A free cupcake from a pretty girl? To buy his silence? What kind of fool would come up with such a thing? No matter! The point was made, now she could hide around this tree and watch the result, the fruits of her labour!

Vampire blood is addictive - but feeding it to someone is a risky thing for a vampire to do. For the same reason it would be for anyone really - you kind of need it to do that whole 'living' thing that so many people are big fans of. Nonetheless, it was often a worthwhile investment in the long term. Hook someone to your blood, and then turn them into your minion. Make them a Ghoul, a Revenant or maybe even turn them into a fellow Vampire like yourself if they're strong enough to take the change.

There's a reason that vampires are always such seductive creatures of the night. They entice, they ensnare, they bewitch their prey with supernatural beauty and guile, use their blood to boggle the mind and then, once they have worn down their prey's willpower, they can use them however they would. As a blood bank. As a lover. As a slave. Though they didn't go nearly as far as that last one so much anymore.

Not just because of modern morality either. No, no. Ever since the Succubus cemented their place at the top of the power levels with their mind melting sex appeal and their ability to drain the strength of their enemies and the power to feed passively on the lust of those around them, it was kind of fucking hard for Vampires to compare in terms of seduction. But! Kurumu didn't think that would matter in the face of that cake! The icing had been baked with her own blood right into it! One bite, and he'd start feeling cravings for more and more and more! Sure, it did mean that Kurumu would have to feed on someone a bit more often than usual to properly enthrall him, but today... today would be the vital first step in her plans to bring that haughty airheaded sexpot Moka to her knees!

She watched from afar through binoculars as Tsukune studied the cupcake with passive interest. Yes, that's right. Isn't it a cute design? Kukuku, no monster would be able to say no to the skull shape she'd baked it in. He opened his mouth and prepared to take a big bite out of it - Presto! There it is! A big old bite of her blood infused icing!

Alas... this was where that succubus Moka came along, whirled Tsukune around and give him a deep kiss that made it seem like she was, in fact, using her tongue to perform a full dental health check.

"Ooh, that skank!" Kurumu seethed, staring quite intensely as she all but sucked the life out of that boy. "Ooooh... But wait... doesn't this mean that she's had a taste of my blood as well?" Probably. Well. That was interesting... A succubus would likely have too strong a will to be taken down that easily, but if she played her cards right and drip fed her a little blood at a time, maybe she could break her willpower that way...?

Hrmph. Kurumu bit her lip nad squirmed a little. The idea of having a succubus for a pet did make her feel quite good. Not because she would spend every day licking the sexy little minx from head to toe, or anything like that. No, no. It was purely the, ah, political opportunities it would open up for her ,the chance to - ahem learn the succubus seduction techniques.

Like right now. She was watching carefully on how exactly Moka was using her tongue to penetrate Tsukune's mouth, watching for the bulges in his cheeks and the position of their mouths. Imagining Moka doing that to her so she could properly analyse it. Yes, yes, that sort of technique would indeed leave anyone - man or woman - a crumpled helpless lump of flesh at her feet.

However, she could not stay here studying forever! She had to enact the next stage of her plan -

"Oops, I just dropped this container of rice."

Right after she finished counting that rice. It was very important that she did that. Right now. Immediately, without delay.