Day 269 - Candy Story

Candy Story

Matthew Ryan Fischer

Candice debated the merit and virtue of being a hunter or a gatherer. In dark barbaric times the hunter was king. The hunter was strong and cunning. The hunter was deadly. The gatherer, on the other hand – depending on what was gathered – was subject to the whims of chance and fate and victimized by the strength of those around them. She supposed neither side would have been too friendly towards strangers.

Candice considered herself to be intelligent and likened that to the gatherer, but she was deadly dangerous like the hunter. And as her theoretical concept of the two went, she wasn’t too friendly towards strangers.

Candice had been nicknamed “Candy,” but she hardly ever used it, at least not in her normal day-to-day. Her mother had a warped idea of what made a good nickname for a little girl. Candy was a cute name for a child, loving and sweet and funny. Of course for an adult there was the sexual connotation of a name like Candy. Strippers were named Candy. Dumb girls were named Candy. Songs were written about Candy and other nocturnal delights. Naming someone Candy was like presetting their destiny and trapping them to a future of desperation, depravity and innuendo.

Candice loved her mother, but she hated the nickname. Maybe her mother didn’t know any better. Maybe her mother didn’t care. Maybe her mother was a mean spirited woman with a twisted sense of humor that wanted to torture her only daughter. Candice didn’t know what her mother had been thinking. Her mother was long dead.

A bad nickname was not the only gift her mother had left her. Candice inherited her succubus powers – handed down from mother to daughter, generation after generation.

Candice wasn’t a sexual predator. She wasn’t interested in that. But she was a hunter, willing to use her powers as needed to get what she wanted. She was a gatherer too, of spirits and souls, but she chose to specialize – she only gathered and hunted one small and specific group. Candice sought out and found the men that were themselves a similar sort of hunter and gatherer.

The Incubi were the men that preyed upon the innocence of the weak and consumed many a virgin soul. They were an evil and disgusting breed, with sick carnal desires. Candice was not a defender of innocence or youth. But she hated Incubi. She believed they were rotten beings with a rotten core and their deeds were no better, deserving harsh and swift punishment.

As it turned out the Incubi were not very adept in recognizing the Succubi. Perhaps that was a genetic thing. Perhaps that was a male-female divide. Candice liked to think it was because the Incubi were stupid and couldn’t think of anything other than what went on inside their pants.

Candice didn’t want to have sex with these men. Why would she? She was disgusted by what they did. But she did know how to play the part. She knew how to put on a show. She could make them interested and willing to follow her anywhere. The Incubi thought they had found another victim. They had no idea who or what they were dealing with. Candice was a gatherer – she gathered them up – and then when the time was right, she would hunt them to death.

Candice was not without a sense of humor. After they were gathered, she always offered them a piece of candy before she began. She even sometimes told them her nickname was “Candy” just to add to the effect. It didn’t matter whether they took it or not – the end result was going to be the same. She did however like it when they took the candy. Usually they thought it was some form of flirtation and tried to make a game out of it by making a joke about sucking on the candy, or saying something about getting sticky sweet with her, or wanting to kiss and trade it back and forth from mouth to mouth.

They acted like fools, trying to force sexuality into anything and everything. She couldn’t help but laugh a little, which they usually took to be her approval. She had heard all the lines before – none of them were ever any more clever than those that came before, not that they ever realized it.

Candice always liked it when they took the candy from her. She had her own morbid humor, and it always pleased her to say “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to take candy from strangers?”

And then the hunting would begin.