AN: Booo.... Hisss... Character development chapters incoming.. Boo.. Booooo!

Chapter 15: Psychic Reviews and Evil Vaginas

Sleep had claimed the intrepid hack writer not long after he added his fourth chapter for the day. No one would ever know the truth of his diabolical master plan, though upon awakening later he had checked the site to see that several psychic reviewers had already besieged his stories.

"I was fooled! He snuck up on me again!" It was the typical battle cry of the psychic reviewer. They knew exactly what would happen in his story before it happened, even if there was no intention of making it happen in the story and none of it ever did.

Scott read through the author complaints. Sure, they were supposed to be reviews of his story but the psychic reviews never were. They were always direct slams against his style of writing and characters. Heaven forbid that he write about characters that don't act like ninety percent of the rest of the population.

It was fine to write a tale about a guy who goes to a fantasy world and does battle with dancing grass rats or screaming onions, but if a girl popped up out of nowhere and said she loved the main character it was obviously forced and could never happen. There could not possibly be a backstory to that which would be revealed in later chapters. No, no. Such things could never be.

He read one psychic complaint review aloud. "I'm rating this two stars because he fooled me again. The moment I realized who the author was, I knew this would just turn into another stupid harem shits where the female characters all want to hop on his dick for no reason and never act like anyone really would."

The psychic reviewer went on to further state that the story was five star quality at the moment, but insinuated that such was always the case in the beginning. Scott normally laughed at such reviews unless they caught him off guard. "Wonder if I should tell them about the children's books that I used to ghostwrite?"

"Geeze, I get it. You don't like fantasy stories where the author seeks to entertain people instead of just writing the same hard-nosed self-insistent epic slog that so many elitist literary farts want to write."

He snorted at the psychic reviews for a moment, but then slowly unleashed a gentle smile. "Well, I suppose you have a point."

People liked different kinds of stories. Some people loved Tenchi Muyo!, while others cannot stand the very existence of a male main character surrounded by quirky love interests that he never tries to get sexy with in the slightest. Scott's stories were much the same. They were filled with quirky characters and random fun events, but a serious literary purist would vomit hate-diarrhea if they tried to read past the first few chapters.

"Bah, enough of this." Scott put out of his fifth chapter for the day then made the claim that he needed to rest from his manly exertions. "Manwhoring my works ain't easy, yo."

Scott hopped up from his computer then stretched once again. He should really get back to Hardcore Online, but he had something that he had to do first.

He went outside to the back of the house and spoke the true name of his succubus partner. Pink appeared in a puff of pink smoke then leapt atop her husbro with violent enthusiasm. "Husbro! I missed you."

Scott patted her lightly on the ass and said, "Good to see you. Are you feeling any better."

"My ass doesn't hurt anymore, but my heart is filled with great sadness." she said, her eyes shimmering softly in the light.

"Why? Did someone eat your puppy?" asked Scott in a bid to sound clueless. He had a good idea what she was getting at, but he was still not entirely certain that she would not swallow his soul or something.

"No..." She ran a finger sensually along his chest. "I simply missed you."

"Why? You don't even know me." said Scott. "Your interest in me as a lover is inexplicable, and the premise seems forced."

"Forced? I don't mind it..." she said, her eyes widened slightly.

Scott sighed loudly as the busty succubus nuzzled her head against his chest and started to speak at length regarding how much she did not mind the concept of rough sex. His mind soon began to wonder and he zoned out for a moment.

"Oh, and if you twist my nipple to the left while holding the severed head of a dire goat in your right hand, I might sing a demonic hymn." She stopped then placed a finger to her chin. "But... I think that only happens on Tuesdays."

He stared at her for a moment. Obviously, he had missed something in the conversation.

"I... don't even." said Scott. He really didn't.

"Husbro..." said Pink gently. "Do, do you not like me?"

"I like you just fine. I just don't know you. Plus there's the whole sex demon from hell thing you got going on." he admitted.

If he were to be truly honest, the only legitimate reason that he had not leapt upon her sexy ass like a sex crazed spider monkey hopped up on Mountain Dew was the fact that he did not trust her demonic vagina. He just knew that the moment he tapped that she would swallow his soul or something.

"Fair enough." She stepped back and opened her arms wide. "Ask me anything! All that I am is yours."

"Right..." said Scott. Come on strong much? Still, he had to admit that there was something pleasant about a girl who shamelessly throws her evil demon vagina at a guy she likes. She had already sacrificed her ass for his personal gain. The least he could do was get to know her better.

Scott took a breath then slowly released it. It was time to be a man... rather a proper manwhore. He took her by the hand and led her back inside. It was time to discuss their pasts and the future to come. Also, when she didn't fart, she smelled rather pretty. So, they had that going for them.