Incuballs Pt. 1

   Lunchtime at Eastwell High was business as usual. Rowan, Trixie, and Marina sat scattered across the bleachers behind the gym, where the smell of sweat and weed hung in the air like a warning. Rowan perched cross-legged on the top bench, flipping through a battered old book she’d picked up from the local thrift store. Trixie was busy fighting the wind to light a cigarette, muttering curses under her breath, while Marina gnawed on the wrapper of her juice box straw, her gaze fixed somewhere far away. They didn’t talk much, they didn’t have to. In a town like Eastwell, there weren’t many people like them. Whether they liked it or not, they were each other’s best and only friends.

"Have you guys noticed something weird lately?" Trixie asked, finally getting her cigarette to light with a victorious flick of her lighter.

"Other than your makeup? No, not really," Rowan replied dryly.

Trixie rolled her eyes, and both girls laughed.

"No, seriously," Trixie continued, lowering her voice. "Like Sarah, in math? She’s gone boy-crazy out of nowhere. You know she was supposed to be headed to Ivy League territory, right? I heard she failed a test last week."

"No way. Sarah? The same Sarah I’m thinking of?" Marina blinked out of her trance to join the conversation.

"Yes!" Trixie said, leaning in. "And she’s been skipping class too. I mean, we do that all the time"

"You guys do," Rowan interjected with a raised brow, claiming her usual spot on the moral high ground.

"Whatever," Trixie muttered. "But Sarah’s not just skipping. She’s with some guy. One of those new guys who transferred last week."

"Ohhh, you mean the hot brothers?" Marina said, a little too eagerly.

"Yes… those ones," Trixie muttered, her face twisting with subtle disgust.

"You know, now that you mention it..." Rowan set her book down beside her. "That sounds exactly like Lily from music class. I don’t really talk to her, but she’s like a prodigy. Lately? She’s been messing up like crazy. And she totally skipped her recital the other day. Not like her at all."

"Okay, so you do get what I’m getting at here." Trixie stubbed her cigarette out on the bench with a little more force than necessary. "Something’s off."

"Yeah," Marina grinned as she dug into her backpack and pulled out another juice box. "That ‘something’ is called girls being horny." Marina laughed, popping her juice box straw with a sharp crack.

Rowan opened her mouth to respond, but Trixie suddenly stiffened.

“Hold up. Don’t look too obvious,” she muttered, nodding subtly toward the edge of the field.

The other two followed her gaze casually, like they weren’t already tense. Over by the side gate, where the old trees cast long shadows across the lawn, one of the brothers  Lucian, the quieter one of the four stood with a girl pinned between him and the chain-link fence. It was Sarah.

“Shit,” Marina whispered. “Is that?”

Lucian leaned in, close enough to whisper in Sarah’s ear his hips grinding into hers and then, just for a split second, his face shifted.

It wasn’t like a transformation you see in the movies. No gore. No flashy fire. Just... wrong.

His jaw unhinged a little too far. His skin shimmered like it couldn’t decide on a color. For a flash, his eyes turned solid black. Not glossy, not human like holes in his head.

And his hand the one pressed flat against Sarah’s lower stomach twitched, fingers elongating and curling, too many joints bending at once. Then it was gone.

Sarah gasped like she'd been punched in the gut, legs buckling, but Lucian caught her. He kissed her aggressively, almost violently and then let her go, letting her slump back into the fence , he picked her up by hear weary arm and walked her off like nothing had happened.

None of them said anything for a long beat.

“What the fuck did we just see,” Trixie finally breathed.

“I- I don’t know,” Marina stammered, gripping her juice box like it might shield her. “That didn’t look human.”

Trixie scoffed, but her voice shook.

“I told you they were soul suckers. That was straight-up demonic. His face glitched. Like, glitched, Rowan.”

Rowan didn’t blink. Her voice was cold, flat.

“Whatever that was… it wasn’t normal. And I want to know what they’re doing to those girls.”

Marina glanced back toward the fence, where Lucian and Sarah had disappeared.

“It looked like something out of a horror movie,” she whispered. “And she looked drained. Like she’d just lost a part of herself.”

Trixie nodded slowly. 

“It reminds me of... no ... ok this sounds crazy.” Trixie began

"Nothings crazier than that" Rowan blurted as the girls all huddled together. 

"It reminds me of this book I was reading, I picked it up at the thrift store like a month ago, remember we went together?" 

Rowan nodded as she remembered. 

"Demonology and Ancient Deities" Trixie almost whispered the title. 

"Oh come on Trixie, you can't be serious" Rowan said in a moment of fear driven skepticism. 

"I'm serious! The way he looked, the way he changed, it looked exactly like what was in the book." Trixie said as she began picking her things up. "Come on we're going to my place, we gotta go look at this." 

"Okay!" Marina said getting up and brushing herself off, the girl was eager for any reason to leave school. 

"But what about-" Rowan began but was cut off. 

"Do you wanna help these girls? Or would you rather get good attendance?" Trixie said sternly. 

"Fine!" Rowan relented as she got up too. 

The trio made their way to Trixie's house thankfully not a far walk from the school, as they filed into her basement bedroom one by one Marina couldn't help but ogle at the curiosities that lined Trixie's shelves. 

"Is that a-" She began. 

"Pig embryo wet specimen? yes... yes it is" Trixie said as she maneuvered through her messy room to find the book. "Long story, another time" She said as she grabbed the giant book and plopped it onto her bed, the three girls gathered around as they flipped through the pages and soon found what they were looking for. 

They found it, a two-page spread etched in old withering paper and ink, the illustration crude but unmistakable. A horned male figure crouched over a limp woman, long fingers threaded into her hair. His eyes were hollow, mouth twisted into something between a grin and a growl. The title read:

“Of Incubi: Predatory Spirits of Lust and Consumption.”

Rowan leaned in. “Okay. Creepy. Read it.”

Trixie cleared her throat, squinting at the dense gothic text.

“The incubus is a malevolent spirit of ancient origin, often appearing in the guise of a mortal man. It thrives on lust and domination, draining women of their vitality, intelligence, and purity through prolonged physical contact. Repeated exposure often leads to madness, sterility, or death.”

“Though incubi are known to shapeshift, seduce, and deceive, their true forms are marked by unnatural strength, aversion to sunlight, and—” she stopped. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Marina asked, leaning over her shoulder.

Trixie pointed to the next line.

“and grotesquely engorged testicles, the vessels through which their energy is stored and dispersed.”

“Only by destruction of these organs ideally by blade, flame, or crushing force—can the creature be vanquished in full.”

There was a long silence.

Trixie gagged. “That is foul. Testicle magic? Are you kidding me?”

Rowan blinked. “So… their balls are like… soul batteries?”

“I hate that I know this now,” Trixie muttered. “Of course the power source is balls. Men are already unbearable, and now their demon versions are just walking scrotum bombs?”

Marina made a face. “That’s disgusting.”

Trixie nodded fiercely. “Testicles are already gross and now they're evil too? Burn them all.”

Rowan, still staring at the page, added dryly, “So what you’re saying is... we need to pop some nuts.”

"They're kind of less scary now that I know this.." Trixie said giggling. "Like ooh big bad scary demons with extra big targets swinging between their legs?" 

Rowan and Marina giggled in response. 

"You said there's four of them right?" Rowan asked the Trixie. 

"Yes, the one we saw was Lucian, such a stuck up name!" Trixie laughed. "There's also Dante.. fitting... Gage and Rory.. . how come those two have normal names?" 

"I don't know how demons get their names!" Rowan said slightly exasperated, either way we have to stop them, does it say anything else?" 

Trixie flipped another page and scanned the lines, fingers tapping nervously on the heavy paper.

“Okay, here we go… listen to this,” she said, eyes widening slightly. “It says, ‘While nigh invulnerable in their assumed forms, the incubus becomes most vulnerable during acts of indulgence. In moments of heightened lust, their spiritual essence becomes centralized in the testes, swelling with stolen energy.’”

Rowan blinked. “Wait. So… the hornier they get, the weaker they get?”

“Pretty much,” Trixie confirmed. “They store the life force they steal in their balls. Which is so stupid it almost makes sense.”

“God, men really are ruled by their dicks,” Marina muttered.

Trixie smirked. “But it also says, ‘Only with sudden trauma or destruction to these vessels during their vulnerable state can the demon be expelled or slain. Failing this, the incubus will regenerate within days.’ So if we’re gonna crush some cursed nuts, we’ve got a tight window.”

Rowan gave her a look. “So… we seduce them, and then we… what? Punt them into hell?”

“Only one way to find out,” Trixie said, already grabbing a notepad. “Let’s start with Rory.”

Marina looked surprised. “The flirty one?”

“Exactly,” Trixie nodded. “He’s cocky. He thinks every girl wants him. I guarantee I can get him alone.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow. “You’re volunteering to be bait?”

Trixie rolled her eyes. “Relax. I’m not gonna fuck him, I’m gonna fake it. I flirt a little, get him close, get him hard… and then boom nut him into oblivion.”

“Demon busting via blue balls,” Marina grinned. “I like it.”

“We’ll need to be ready,” Rowan said, voice a little more serious now. “What if he transforms again? What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then we improvise,” Trixie shrugged. “Worst case, we run.”

She snapped the book shut and looked at the other two.

“But if we pull this off? We’ll know for sure. We’ll know exactly how to kill them.”

"And worst case scenario we're wrong, schizophrenic and get to bust some balls!" Marina added joyfully. 

"Ok well Schools still in session, it's only 1:30, where do you think he'd be?" Trixie asked excitedly. 

"He's in my art class, which is right now..." Rowan said as the shame of skipping her favourite class washed over her, "Miss Macklemore will never forgive me..." 

"Great! Let's go!" Trixie shouted as the trio hauled ass out of her room and back to the school. 

The hallways were mostly quiet, classes in session behind every closed door. The girls crept through the side entrance, ducking past the cafeteria and straight toward the art wing.

“There,” Rowan whispered, peeking through the narrow window in the classroom door.

Inside, Rory leaned against the edge of a table, half-assing a sketch while a girl beside him hung on his every word. He wasn’t even pretending to try. His pencil was mostly idle as he laughed, winked, and leaned close enough that the girl visibly swooned.

“He’s got a type,” Marina muttered. “Breathing.”

Trixie grinned, already unzipping her hoodie. Underneath, a cropped tank top showed just enough of her perky tits to draw the eye.

“I’m going in,” she said. “Give me two minutes. Then loop back to the girls’ bathroom near the west stairwell. That one’s always empty.”

"How do you know it's always empty?" Marina wondered. 

"It's where I go to smoke in the winter" Trixie giggled. 

Rowan looked uneasy. “Are you sure about this? ”

“No,” Trixie smirked. “But it’s gonna be so fun.”

She straightened her posture, flipped her long black hair, and pushed the door open like she belonged there. The teacher barely glanced up as Trixie walked in.

Rory looked up and his grin widened.

“Hey, don’t think I’ve seen you around,” he said smoothly.

“You haven’t,” Trixie said, sidling up to his desk. “I’ve been watching you though.”

That made his eyebrows rise. Trixie had never gotten a good look at the boy before, his blonde hair contrasted with his tan skin, thick eyebrows and sharp jaw exuding manly charm, none of this attracted her much but she could see the appeal. The girl next to him gave Trixie a glare like she’d stepped into enemy territory, not that this phased her much.

"I'm saving your ass you nasty bitch" She thought to herself as she continued.

“I was wondering,” Trixie said, lowering her voice, “if maybe you could, like… help me with something.”

“Oh?” Rory purred.

“Yeah,” she leaned in, just enough. “Something… private.”

The way he stood up immediately, excusing himself without even looking at the other girl, was almost comical. Trixie gave him a coy smile and led the way out.

The flickering fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Rowan and Marina waited, nerves on edge.

The door creaked open.

Trixie backed in slowly, her fingers curled around the doorframe, eyes locked on Rory as she lured him in. He followed, wearing that same cocky smirk, scanning the bathroom with amusement.

“You weren’t kidding,” Rory said. “Empty bathroom, huh?”

Trixie gave him a sly smile. “Told you. I like privacy.”

She walked slowly toward the sinks, letting her fingers trace the edge of the counter. She bent slightly, subtly shifting her hips as she turned to face him. Rory’s eyes followed her every move.

“You’ve been flirting with a lot of girls..,” she said softly.

“Guilty,” Rory smirked, taking a step closer.

Trixie tilted her head, feigning innocence. “You always this easy?”

“I mean, not usually,” he said, his voice deepening, “but when a girl this hot asks me to ditch class, I’m not gonna say no.”

She let him get close, their bodies inches apart now. His hand reached out to touch her waist, she let it hover just for a moment before stopping him with a finger to his chest.

“Let me,” she whispered, her voice honeyed.

He froze — surprised, turned on.

Her hand slid down his chest, trailing to his beltline. She saw the hitch in his breath, the twitch behind his jeans. His pupils dilated, posture loosening, control slipping.

Her finger grazed his already bulging crotch, gently she grabbed his zipper and undid it, following suit with the button, soon his jeans were on the floor and his bulge grew even bigger, straining against his underwear. 

"Wow, you're a big boy aren't you?" She said letting her fingers glide along his twitching bulge. 

"Oh fuck yeah I am" Rory almost growled, his voice sounding different than before. 

With one tug Trixie freed his straining erection, gasping at the sheer size of it, Rory's cock easily surpassed nine inches and was as thick as a beer bottle, its shiny pink head glistened with precum as it twitched in the air, even though his cock was impressive Trixie was not interested in it whatsoever, her eyes fell onto his humongous balls. 

"Wow.. these are pretty big.." She said as she weighed his nuts in her hand. 

“Mmhmm,” Rory moaned, chest heaving. “Fuck yeah they are…”

She looked down at the two pink orbs in front of her, each easily the size of her fists. 

She gave them a gentle squeeze. Watched them twitch.

"Tell me Rory, are all demons this well hung?" Trixie said as an evil grin spread across her face. 

"Huh?" Is all Rory could get out before Trixie's fist was rocketing up towards his unprotected manhood. 

CRUNCH

“NOOOOO!” Rory screamed, stumbling back as his entire body buckled. His features shifted — teeth sharpening, skin rippling, eyes glowing blood-red.

But he couldn’t change fully. Not with the sickening ache tearing through his core. His knees buckled. He wheezed like he’d been gutted.

CRUNCH.

A second uppercut slammed into his nuts, making them warp grotesquely around her fist. His scream cracked, demonic voice flickering like static.

“How do you like me now, motherfucker?” Trixie snarled, eyes wild. “Still wanna fuck me? Drain me?”

“YOU BITCH!” Rory shrieked, claws sprouting from his hands as he flailed — but weakly, uncoordinated, like his brain was short-circuiting from the pain.

Rory thrashed, roaring through gritted teeth. His hands, now clawed and trembling swiped wildly, but he couldn’t focus, couldn’t stand. His legs wobbled, and the agonized pulsing between them had his body jerking uncontrollably.

“Get off me!” he growled, fangs flashing.

But he wasn’t going anywhere.

Rowan tackled him from the side, slamming her weight into his ribs. “You’re done, asshole!”

He hit the tile hard, and before he could scramble up, Marina was on him too planting her knees onto his shoulders, pinning him flat with surprising strength.

“Hold him still!” Trixie barked, her eyes blazing with satisfaction.

Rory’s cock, still twitching uselessly, lay still rigid against his abs. His balls, however, remained heavy, swollen, trembling from the damage. His breathing was ragged.

“You girls don’t know what you’re doing,” he spat, eyes wild. “You can’t kill me”

Trixie crouched between his spread legs and reached down, wrapping her hand around his sac. She squeezed.

Rory’s whole body jerked like he’d been electrocuted.

"p- please!" The demon begged with her. "I'll do anything!"

“Oh really?” she said smirking.

She tightened her grip—just enough to make him panic.

His claws scraped against the tile, his hips bucked helplessly, but Marina dug her knees in harder, and Rowan grabbed his jaw, forcing his head to the side.

He nodded violently. "Yes! please! anything ... I'll- I'll do anything!" 

"Then shut the fuck up" Trixie said coldly. 

And then 

POP.

It was sickening. Wet, deep, final. A grotesque burst under her fist, followed by Rory’s full-body convulsion and a sound that wasn’t quite a scream, it was a howl, an unholy noise torn from somewhere beyond human.

His balls deflated in her hand, the skin shriveling like punctured fruit.

His mighty cock began to spurt out rope after rope of his demonic seed, landing all over the girls and the tiled floor, a few ropes painting the thrashing demons still handsome face. 

"NOOOOOO-" Rory bellowed as a final plume of black smoke hissed from his mouth as his form glitched—horns jutting out, eyes rolling back—before his entire body collapsed into ash.

All that remained was silence. The echo of the rupture still seemed to ring in the air.

Marina slowly looked around “...Holy shit.”

Rowan stood up, shaking. “We just popped a demon’s nuts.”

Trixie exhaled hard, wiping her palm on her jeans with a grimace.

“One down,” she said. “Three to go.”