Mary Sue (Futa/F, Incest)

Story by Fleetness

I swear, there'll be smut in Chapter 1.

Setting is modern, with a fantasy masquerade. It also doesn't matter much, but I've invested some world building and it's basically all in the prologue, probably? Hopefully?

Expect: Futa on Female, Incest, Sappiness, 'Demons'

My name is Mark Sue, and I'm bored.

I flipped the page of my book idly, not really paying attention to the contents. I'd lost interest ten pages ago, and was now only idly absorbing the general idea of the plot. It was the latest of the biggest fantasy series currently and... it was a complete bore.

That probably wasn't fair. I guess this was just the price of knowing magic was real- the fantasies of the mundane public paled in comparison.

No, even that wasn't fair. It was that all things magic felt more. The difference was like a black and white television compared with a high definition television. More detail, more color, more depth, more everything.

I finally gave up on the book, setting it aside and checking the progress of my own magic; I was using one of my more practiced patterns to spread an even coat of paint on the walls. It was a mundane, trivial use for the power at my disposal. I loved it.

"Mark," a voice called, closely followed by a shapely body, "are you done in here yet?"

My mom is a beautiful woman. Inhumanely so. It's something that I have more or less always been theoretically aware of, but only in the past few weeks have I felt its impact. Today she's wearing a long sleeved cotton shirt and jeans, which would be practical for the day's work if it weren't for the fact that they were both incredibly tight and meant to emphasize her every curve. The magic that infused her being only amplified the effect.

She's a succubus. It's kind of a given.

"Just about," I answered, standing up and watching as the dark red we had chosen for the room filled in the corners. "What kind of turnaround are we expecting on this one again?" I asked as I turned back to my mom. We were flippers- bought sub-par properties, then renovated them until they were the most desirable house in the neighborhood.

"Your mum called actually, she found a buyer." I raised my eyebrows. That was earlier than expected. "1.5 million." And my jaw dropped. That was significantly more than was expected.

"Well. Guess that's my college fund topped off."

"That's already taken care of, silly!" She gave me a playful push, and I stumbled- I had never had a good sense of balance, and the lightest push was usually enough to put me out of sorts- before recovering, feeling faintly nauseous. "You've put so much work into this one too- are you feeling alright sweetie?" And she pushed her forehead against mine, making me flush horribly. "You're looking a touch ill," she trailed off.

"It's nothing. I've just been feeling disoriented recently." Her features focused on me with concern, with a look I recognized as talk, mister. "Colors have been a little more vibrant recently. My balance is worse than usual in the morning. Scent and taste have been almost overpowering. Sounds ring sometimes." The look of concern faded as she frowned in consideration.

"Alright. Here's what we're going to do. You," she poked me in the chest, and I felt a confusing rush of heat from where she touched me, "are going to go and try to get some rest in the car while I clean up here. The house was ready to flip anyways, and you finished adding the second coat of paint, right?" I nodded. "Right. Shoo. Put on some music, keep a window open."

The way I was feeling, that sounded like an excellent idea. Passing through the front hall, I examined myself in the full body mirror I'd installed by the front hall closet not long ago. I didn't look sick. A little flush, but not sick. Instead... I'm pretty. Very pretty. Which is kind of unfortunate, since I'm a guy, but enough girls went for the look that I'd decided it was worth the taunts all through public education. Blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin; I resembled my mom in coloring, but the shape of my features more closely resembled my mum.

We tell people I'm adopted.

People somehow buy it.

The truth is that magic is wonderful and has a variety of applications, and if you think two co-operating mages can't create life you're adorable. Nature by stupid chance can produce sexual reproduction, mages have been having designer babies for centuries.

Now consider how centuries of women would feel about traditional child gestation and birth. A slow, painful, risky process.

There's a reason I love magic.

A hot flash swept over my body. Caught by surprise, I felt the air swept from my body. Gasping, I regained my breath.

Maybe I should have that lie down sooner rather than later.

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When I woke up, it was to the sight of both my mom and mum looking down at me, concerned. I think I could detect a hint of panic from mum. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," mum was quick to assure me

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