Tradition
By Invid Fan
(c)2013

	The wind howled.
	Tom looked out of the shallow cave, right hand on the rough stone of the entrance. Rain was going to come. He could see that. Could already hear the thunder. His parents were going to worry. He hoped they were going to worry. They might not. They might not know he was gone yet, or assume he was at some friend’s house.
	They might not know he had run away.
	The fourteen year old looked down at the new backpack leaning against the cave wall. His parents had bought it for him. For Scouts, they had said. A new four man dome tent, complete with rain fly, was bungee corded to the bottom of the frame. Also from his parents. New canteen, new mess kit, new everything.
	They had not heard him when Tom said he had quit Scouts.
	They never heard him. Not that he had noticed. They were busy. With work, with each other, with every aspect of life but their son. Maybe he was too good. Too… no, not perfect. Hell no. He was far from that. But he never got into trouble. Never gave them cause to think he needed to be watched.
	So they didn’t.
	Still, this was stupid. Running away was stupid. You didn’t solve anything that way. What was he expecting to do out here in the forest? He had a few days worth of canned food, a hundred dollars, and a tent. That was no way to start a new life.
	Thunder cracked.
	It had been stupid to quit Scouts. He could have looked for a new troop. Started over with a new group of kids who didn’t know him, who had the same interests. He could have done that. He liked Scouts. Liked the camping. The fact the new Scoutmaster was an asshole wasn’t a reason to just quit. Just run away.
	He always ran away…
	It was like the sky unzipped. Rain began pouring down, blowing sideways past him. He reached his hand out, palm first. It was like a wall, a forcefield. Pulling his hand back, he thanked the god he no longer believed in for the cave. It was a nice one. Not too deep. Turning, he looked again at the back wall, maybe ten feet back from the entrance. Maybe cave was too grand a name for it. An alcove. Deep enough for shelter, not deep enough to hide some animal also sheltering from the rain and wind. He hoped. Eyes going back out into the rain, he hoped some wild animal was not now racing back to its home. He looked behind him again.
	A girl was there.
	He jumped, sideways, body and mind placing the strange sight somewhere down below the storm in its ranking of danger. His back came against the cold rock face, jagged edges pressing through his t-shirt. His eyes focused.
	She was nude.
	Not just nude. White. Not the pinkish flesh which passed for white in the categorizing of races. No. Her skin was pure white. The white of snow. Of the unreal. She stood before a blackness which had not been there before, a tunnel stretching forever into the unknown. Her hair, too, was white, if darker. Blue eyes, large, but with pupils small as if unused to the light. She blinked. He blinked as well. She was about his age, or the mystical equivalent, smaller and slenderer as many girls in his class were. Her breasts were half orbs, prominent, tips black. He then noticed her lips were black, as were her finger and toe nails. Between her legs, a patch of light grey hair.
	She stood there silently. Blinking.
	His first thought, once he was capable of thought, was that she had to be cold. He was chilly, the light jacket he had worn discarded next to his pack. Her nakedness was too unreal to cause a reaction. Tom hardened, though, from her beauty alone. It was an unearthly beauty. Inhuman, yet achingly human. His throat dry, he swallowed.
	“Who are you?”
	It came out nervous, terrified. The girl blinked, head cocking to the side. She reached a delicate hand out.
	“Come with me.”
	Her quiet voice almost seemed to echo. She was a ghost. A demon. A succubus. A nude succubus here to kill him through sex. A wonderful way for a virgin teen male to die, yes, but he wanted it to be Alice who did that to him. Not some unreal demon girl.  For some reason not as frightened, as if speech had removed some of the more terrifying options, he stood up straight, back leaving the protection of the rock.
	“I said, who are you?”
	“Your mate.”
	Mate? Damn, it was a succubus! She blinked, lowering her arm. Her hands clutched each other before her.
	“Please. Come. We need you. We need you to mate. To survive. You must come. Please.”
	“Come where?” He looked behind her. Blackness. Blackness which had not been there, could NOT have been there. This was no secret door which had opened. It was magic.
	“To our nest. To my sisters. Please. Come.”
	He had wanted to run away. Wanted to run away from his life. In his daydreams, Tom had fled countless times, gone on adventures to far away lands, magical worlds. Now that the choice was firmly before him…
	“Will I return? When I’m done?”
	“No.”
	She was honest. That was good. He licked his lips, eyes locked with hers.
	“Will you hurt me?”
	“No,”
	“When do we go? If I go.”
	“Now.”
	Now. No time to think. No time to consider. One chance. To say no, was to forever wonder. To say yes, was to never see family and friends again.
	The girl moved a step forward.
	“Please.”
	God, she was beautiful…
	“What is your name?”
	“My sisters call me Tani. Please, be our mate.”
	Tom closed his eyes. He was only human.
	“OK.”
	His eyes shot open as the girl threw herself at him, arms wrapping around his body. Her face burrowed into his chest, her skin as warm and soft as any girl he had ever imagined.
	“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She seemed to be crying. Tom found himself wrapping his own arms around her. He was holding a naked girl. A beautiful, naked girl. Her body suddenly pulled away. He released her as she stepped back. He could swear she was blushing, the white skin of her neck and upper breasts as well as her cheeks turning pink. “I am sorry. I am so happy!”
	“Don’t be. Sorry, I mean. I’m glad you’re happy.”
	He could see a thought cross her face. Every emotion seemed to appear on her the instant she felt it.
	“Oh! Your name! What is your name?”
	“Tom.”
	Tani nodded. He could see her mouth the word silently. She smiled.
	“Tom. That is good. We will make you happy, Tom. So happy. Come. Come with me!”
	She motioned to the impossible darkness. He nodded. This was it. Moving across the cave, he grabbed his jacket, putting it on. With a grunt, he picked up his heavy pack, fortuitously filled with all he thought he needed in this world. Settling it on his shoulders, doing up the belt around his waist, he nodded.
	“Lead the way.”

****

	The light behind them vanished.
	Tom froze, foot half lifted. He was in darkness. Total darkness. Panic rose in his his mind.
	“Stop!”
	He didn’t know if she did. Didn’t know if she was still there. Didn’t know if he was still there. He turned his head. Nothing. The cave entrance was gone. The cave was gone. He was in some unknown evil dark cave with monsters…
	As the heavy pack on his back shifted, he let out a groan at his stupidity.
	“Oh, for the love of… wait. Let me get a light.” A minute into their journey, and he was taking the pack off again. Tom eased it to the ground, not sure at first if there was a ground besides where his feet were. Feeling his way around the nylon pockets and plastic zippers, he found the one he needed. With practiced hands, he undid the fastener and reached down past some rolled socks. His hand grabbed the plastic grip of his heavy duty flashlight. Careful  that nothing else came out with it, he removed it from the pocket, finger on the switch.
	He hesitated.
	What would he see? A nude white skinned girl? An empty cave? Or… would he see her true form? See the creature which had disguised itself to lure him down to its lair? An inhuman monster, ready to tear him apart and feast on his flesh?
	The light turned on.
	He had it aimed at the floor, ready to bring up the flashlight like a weapon if need be. The stone tunnel around him lit up in its glow, rocks black and brown. Five feet away, the white skinned Tani stood, eyes blinking. He could see, actually see, her dark blue irises shrink down, a defense against his illumination. Tom aimed the light farther from her.
	“I’m sorry about this. It only has one setting, but I need it to keep going.”
	She nodded, looking around them.
	“So bright…”
	The fact he had no spare batteries suddenly entered Tom’s mind. Well, he’d enjoy sight while he could. He stood again, slipping his pack back on. Tom aimed the light down at his feet.
	“I’m ready. Let’s go.”
	Nodding, the girl turned, bare feet leading them onward.

****

	The path wound downward. Tani did not speak, although she did look back at him, happy and smiling, now and then. Tom kept a few steps behind her, keeping the girl’s back in view. Part of him justified this as wanting to keep her in sight, for when she turned into a monster. Another, a larger part, just liked looking at her bare back. Her butt, too. He had never seen a bare one move like hers. The teen found it… fascinating.
	They passed other tunnels, extending off into the darkness. Tom would shine his light down them, half in fear he would actually see something. Their path seemed straight, to the point where if he knew where to start he thought he could retrace it. There would be no entrance when he reached the point at which they had entered, but at least he could get there. That eased his mind a bit.

****

	“Wait.”
	Tom stopped, leaning a shoulder against the wall. The rock here was smoother, as if weathered by water. Tani stopped where she was, turning, eyes questioning. The girl took a step towards him.
	“Why?”
	Tom could not help but laugh, the sound coming out as half a sigh.
	“I’m tired. I need to rest.”
	She considered this. After a long moment, the white girl nodded.
	“Yes. Rest. You must rest.”
	“Thank you.” He unbuckled the belt holding the bottom of the pack to his waist, letting the shoulder straps slide off his shoulders as soon as the fastener clicked. It fell to the floor with a soft plop. Turning so his back was against the wall, he slid downward. His jean enclosed butt found itself on smooth, warm rock. The warmth surprised him. His flashlight had been in the hand closest to the wall, so he had not felt it recently. Placing the light on the ground, letting it roll until the switch provided a natural brade, he placed his palm on the ground beside him. The rock was indeed warm. So, too, the air around him. The girl’s nudity was beginning to make more sense.
	“I need a drink.” Detaching the canteen from his waist, he brought it up to his lips. The water was still cool. It was half gone, though. These creatures had better live near drinkable water, or his food supply was going to be the least of his problems. Looking up, he saw Tani squatting before him. Her legs were spread, giving the teen his first glimpse of a pussy. The outer lips were black, matching those on her face, but he could see a bit of pink between them. His eyes quickly returned to her face. “Um… do you drink? I mean, do you drink water, like I do?”
	She nodded, body adjusting. Her legs seemed to move apart farther, the muscles under her skin well defined.
	“Yes. We drink water. I will drink when we are home. I will not take your water.”
	Well, that was nice of her. It could be she needed some sort of magic water, naturally, and drinking it himself would turn Tom into some sort of slave/monster. Too late to do anything about that. Leaning back, he closed his eyes as his hands automatically screwed the top back on the plastic canteen. He placed it on the ground beside him.
	“Do you mind if I take a nap?”
	Instead of a reply, or perhaps as one, he felt her hand between his legs. Tom’s eyes shot open. Her white fingers were gently tracing the shape of his half hard dick under the denim. Her blue eye looking longingly. Tom wet his lips.
	“Um…”
	He felt and heard his zipper being pulled down. Slim fingers reached into his pants, into the gap in his boxers. He gasped as warm fingers curled around him, pulling his manhood out. A sigh slipped from her lips. As he watched, unbelieving, her head lowered. She… sniffed him, nose running the length of his dick. Her eyes half closed.
	“I have waited so long. WE have waited so long. I can not wait.” She turned, getting on her hands and knees, ass presented to him. Tani’s head looked back over her shoulder. “Mate with me. Please.”
	Tom had dreamed of moments like this. Of some strange girl just offering herself to him, of just the act of sex, with none of the emotional crap that got in the way. Yet he wanted to run away. It was… wrong. This was so wrong. But, again, if he ran (and where would he run to?), he would never know. Forever dream of going through with it, of what might have been. Half thinking he was in a dream, Tom got on his knees behind the nude unreal girl. His cock, quivering, pulsing, found itself mere hair widths from the pink opening offered to him. He could smell her. Smell the essence of her. He wanted to get down, put his head between her legs. Inhale. Instead, he grabbed her hips… and thrust.
	Which gasp and moan came from which of the mated pair, neither could say. Tom felt himself engulfed by heat, wetness. Almost as soon as that registered in his overwhelmed mind her body seemed to clamp down, grasping his cock. He tried to pull back, and couldn’t. A moment later he didn’t care. She was… milking him. The flesh seemed to ripple and pulse around him. He grasped her hips tighter.
	“Oh, God!”
	He could feel his release rushing up. This was not fucking. This was… he didn’t know what it was! With a cry, he felt himself empty into her.
	“Yes… yes…” Her soft cries reassured him he wasn’t doing something wrong. She was shaking. Her body squeezed him harder, not quite to the point of pain. As the last feeble squirt dribbled out of him, he felt his cock released from his mate’s grip. He pulled out.
	His cock, glistening in the faint light, was softening. The black lips of her pussy seemed to close, as if to keep in his seed. His mind still could not grasp what had just happened, what it meant.
	Slowly, Tani rose unsteadily to her feet. She turned, facing him, eyes wide.
	“We must go now. To the nest.”
	“But now I’m even more tired.” Tom let his back fall against the rock wall. “Can’t we rest a few minutes? Please?”
	For the first time, he saw uncertainty cross her face. Reaching out, he touched her leg.
	“Please?”
	Slowly she nodded.
	“Yes… rest.”
	“Thank you.” Tom found himself laying down on the floor, pulling his pack over to use as a pillow. He didn’t bother zipping up, or cleaning off the now soft and wet dick hanging out. He simply closed his eyes.
	A moment later, he was asleep.

****

	He had to rest two more times before they approached their destination. He did not sleep, but then she did not offer a repeat of their sexual encounter. She sat next to him, though, as he sat on the stone floor. He took her hand at the last rest, holding it. A widening of her eyes was the only reaction.
	The first sign of his new home was a faint glow. At Tani’s urging, Tom turned off his flashlight. The glow was still there, seeming to grow as his eyes adjusted. Taking his hand, she led him onward. He heard water. That was good- his water bottle was almost empty.
	The tunnel opened up into a large cavern, easily a few hundred feet wide. A stream ran through the middle, a small pool forming on the far bank. The glow, he saw, came from phosphorescent rocks, or maybe moss on the rocks. He could see, for which he was glad, even if it was only as bright as a starlit night reflecting off of untouched snow.
	On the other side of the stream… five naked girls looked back at him.
	At first glance, they were identical to Tani. The same white skin, whitish grey hair, blue eyes. As Tani led him closer, he could see the physical differences. Heights varied, as did weight, proportion. All seemed to be about the same age. Feeling VERY overdressed, and wondering what in the pack he had dragged down here was really going to be needed, he followed Tani over a half dozen stepping stones across the stream. He stopped on the far shore as Tani continued up to the others. Tom watched as she stopped before them.
	“Sisters. I have brought a mate.”
	Feeling their eyes, Tom removed his pack, lowering it to the ground. Figuring it was where his life was heading anyway, and feeling the very warm air around him, he proceeded to remove his clothing. His jacket and shirt were tossed on his pack, pants and underwear dropped to the ground and stepped out of. He doubted he could have done that if he hadn’t lost his virginity hours before. Removing his socks, he stood before them.
	“Hi. I’m Tom.”
	He could sense, almost instinctively, which one was the leader. She was a bit taller, if not in actual height then in how she carried herself. She stepped forward from the others, past Tani, eyes slowly taking him in. As she approached, he could smell her. Smell her even as he had smelled Tani. It was different. He’d be able to tell the two girls apart in the dark, he realized. He also discovered a part of him liked the scent, his dick quickly hardening. Her dark blue eyes, with a bit of green absent from Tani’s, widened at his reaction. She stopped, turned, dropping to all fours. She looked back over her shoulder at him, echoing his first encounter.
	“Mate with me.”
	Her voice was a bit deeper, but still beautiful. Tom slowly approached, now confident.
	“What is your name?”
	“Rani.”
	He knelt behind her. This time, he ran a finger between the girl’s lips, feeling the slippery wetness. Rani shuddered. He brought the finger up to his nose. The smell intoxicated him. He found himself sucking his finger clean before the idea even occurred to him. It tasted of smell. He had no better description than that. Suddenly no longer content to delay, he grabbed her hips. Pulling her towards him, his cock buried itself into the girl.
	Once again, he was grasped, squeezed, milked. This time, he forced himself to pull back, to force his cock to partly leave its pleasurable prison, before thrusting in again. Rani gasped. He repeated the motion.
	“Oh!” Her cry set him to go faster. Her body seemed to understand, much as his now did. It no longer grasped quite as tightly, allowing him to set up a rhythm. Her entire body began moving to meet his thrusts. This… this was sex. He was having real sex. He looked up. The other five girls were looking on with awe. Tani had a hand between her legs. Her eyes met his.
	With a gasping shudder, Tom shoved his cock into Rani and held it there, his release pouring from him. Her head lifted up, a wail echoing forth. Her body squeezed and rippled around him, the pleasure almost too much to bear. They stayed like that, Tom buried in Rani, for what seemed like eternity. When she finally released him, he almost fell out of her, exhausted. He sat back on his legs, hand on the ground to hold him up.
	One of the other girls stepped forward.
	“Now me.”

****

	His life became a blur.
	There was no time. No days, hours, nor minutes. Life for the teen just… was. Each girl offered herself to him, eagerly and often. He took them with growing confidence, skill. By the sixth, the smallest, Tom ignored the demand to mate and laid her down on the smooth rocks, spreading her legs as he tasted her directly. The girl, Sani, quickly changed her protests to squeals of pleasure. Even as she began to try to hold his head between her legs, though, her essence seemed to work its way into his mind. Tom pulled himself up her body, thrusting into her as soon as his cock came near its target. Her scream echoed against the far walls. As he emptied himself into her, Tom slipped into sleep.

***

	He awoke with his head nestled in the breasts of Tani, starving. Tom rubbed his cheek against her.
	“Hungry…”
	“Here… drink.”
	Tom felt a nipple rub against his lips. Without thinking, he took it in his mouth. Thick, warm liquid came forth. He swallowed. It tasted… he sucked another mouthful. It tasted like Tani. He felt strength returning. He sucked harder.
	“When you are done,” she said, softly, “mate with me again.”
	He did.

****

	Wake.
	Drink.
	Fuck.
	Sleep.

****

	“Tell me a story, Tom.”
	Sani looked down at him, his head cradled in her lap. The others sat around him, legs or hands casually touching him. He was happy. Content.
	“A story?”
	“A story. I have never heard a story.”
	Yet she knew what a story was. They all knew things, things Tom knew they had not been taught. They had hatched, Rani had said, alone. No mother, no father. They had raised themselves, using what instinct told them. Reaching up, he touched her soft cheek.
	“A story… Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Dorothy, who lived in a place called Kansas…”

****

	Tom watched as Cani squatted in a shallow depression, her face scrunched with effort. As he had with the others, he reached out, touching her shoulder.
	“Just relax,” he said. “Let it come. Your body knows what to do.”
	She took a breath. Looking down, Tom could see the end of the egg starting to peek out. Two other eggs already lay beneath her. Around him, five other nests, each with three or four eggs.
	“I can see it, Cani. You’re doing great. Push.” He knelt down, hands under her. She grunted, body straining. The egg, stretching her nowhere near what a human baby would, slid from between her black lips. Tom caught it, the white shell wet, soft and warm in his hands. Gently, he placed the six inch long life next to its siblings. Their shells were already hardening. He looked up. “You were wonderful, Cani. They’re beautiful.”
	Tom saw her blush as she stood unsteadily. He quickly rose, hands going to steady the girl. Her sisters came, too, offering congratulations. Leaning in, Tom kissed her.
	“You were great.”
	“Thank you, Tom.” She looked away, blush increasing. The other girls were giving him looks he could not interpret. He had complemented them the same way, so…
	“Come,” Rani said, hand taking Cani’s. “We caught fish for you. Eat…”

****

	Tom woke alone to voices.
	“Do we have to?”
	“It’s tradition. You know that.”
	“We don’t KNOW that. We don’t know anything.”
	“We know we did it. So our babies must.”
	“I don’t want to.”
	“Me either.”
	“We have to. What else can we do?”
	“I don’t want to…”
	Tom quietly opened his eyes. The girls were standing by the eggs. That, itself, was strange. They always stayed in bed with him, pressed against him. They also never talked. Not to each other. Not once had he seen two of the sisters have this long of a conversation. Groggily, he raised himself.
	“What don’t you want to do?”
	The six sisters looked over at him, surprise, guilt on their face. He stood.
	“What’s going on?”
	“Tradition.” Rani looked at her feet. The opening song from Fiddler on the Roof flashed through his mind. He shook it off, walking towards them.
	“What?” He stopped when they seemed to back away from him. “What is it?”
	“Tradition,” Tani said, eyes not meeting his. “How we were born. Our babies must be born the same way.”
	“Which is?”
	Silence.
	“Sani. Tell me.”
	“When we were born,” the girl said, eyes on her feet as well, “our mother, or mothers, had left us. We were alone… except for father.” Tom’s eyes widened. “He… he was next to the nest. Not moving. We were hungry. We…”
	“He fed us,” Rani said. “Father gave us our first meal, before we knew we could eat fish. So, too, our babies will need a meal…”
	“I can’t feed twenty one eggs,” he said, ignoring for a moment the more important objection he had. Sani looked up at him, eyes wide, crying.
	“And I don’t want you to! I like you! We all like you!” She turned to each of her sisters in turn. “You all like him! We can not do this!”
	“It is tradition…”
	“WE DON’T KNOW THAT!” It was the first time Tom had heard one of them yell, apart from sex. The sound echoed around them. Cani crossed her arms over her chest, eyes sad.
	“I want to see my babies. I don’t want to leave. Mom should not have left us.”
	“Cani…” Tani reached out, touching her shoulder.
	“You heard his stories! Mothers and fathers play with their kids! Teach them! I want to play with my babies!”
	“I have another story for you,” Tom said. Six pairs of eyes fell on him, six pairs of eyes full of hope, sorrow. Even Rani, for all she had said, seemed to long for him to change her mind. “I had traditions, growing up. For Christmas, other holidays. When my parents married, each had their own way to celebrate. Their own traditions. When I was born, though, they had to decide: did they celebrate the way Mom had when she was a little girl, or the way Dad had?”
	“What did they do?” Tani asked, quietly. Tom smiled.
	“They made their own tradition. They did some of Mom’s thing, some of Dad’s, and made up new ones.”
	Tani looked at the other, hope in her eyes.
	“New traditions…”

****

	The shell cracked.
	Tom sat next to Tani, arm around her waist. They watched as the egg rocked harder, all four in the nest now moving to some degree. The crack widened. Tom saw a small white hand, black nails glistening as they battered against the shell. He squeezed Tani.
	“Our first baby.”
	“Our baby…”
	The shell fell apart. There, in the fragments, was a small, humanish creature. Not much bigger than his hand, whose eyes were clearly those of its mother. Tani reached down, picking it up.
	“Oh…” The baby looked up at her, crying. Tom reached over, touching his daughter’s head.
	“Feed her. Quickly.”
	Nodding, Tani placed her child next to her breast. Instinctively, the tiny mouth found her nipple. Tani winced.
	“Sharp teeth.”
	“She’ll learn.”
	Indeed, Tani’s expression changed a moment later.
	“She’s… she’s feeding. Feeding! Like you feed!”
	“Good thing there’s six of you,” he laughed. “Otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough milk left over for me!”
	“We will always feed you,” she said, large blue eyes on him. Tani leaned close, kissing Tom. “Always.”

****

	Life.
	Love.
	Family

****

	“Stupid fucking rain!”
	Steve ran into the cave, shaking his body and head like a dog. Henry and Ron followed, laughing.
	“I told you those were rain clouds!” Henry said. “But did you believe me?”
	“Shut the fuck up!”
	“Make me!”
	“At least we’re dry,” Ron said, looking around. “Did you know this cave was here?”
	“Never walked up this way before,” Steve said, taking his own look. “It’s cool.”
	“Yeah. It would be a good place to…”
	His voice stopped. The others turned.
	There were three girls, framed in darkness.
	Three. Nude. Girls.
	The middle one held out her hand.
	“Come with us, be our mates…”

****

Edited by Packrat

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