I'm Stuck Managing The Hidden Village of Femboy Succubi 6

"I'm starting to believe you people don't understand what I mean when I say that we have limitations," I spoke, glaring at the trio of cute imbeciles who had arranged in front of me.

From left to right, first was Noir, of jet black hair and gleaming onyx eyes, Esme, with sparkling green locks and blue eyes of sapphire and finally Russo, with deep blood red hair and ruby-like red eyes.

Of similar heights and builds, each of them sported a slim but strong build, and I could see every bit of muscle on their bodies, perfectly shaped and trained to the limit, because each of them was wearing a skintight leotard that matched the color of their eyes save for a diagonal stripe down the middle in black, which split their leotard in two on each side of their bodies, like a band from shoulder to hip.

None of them was wearing a codpiece so their tiny cocks were rather noticeable with the thin fabric so characteristic of succubus clothes.

Noir carried with him a long stick, almost the length of a pike, Esme had a huge ring that reminded me of the bladed rings the southern barbarians would sometimes use in combat, and Russo carried two balls the kind used in the popular game sometimes played by villages across the continent during big events.

"Whatever'd you mean, Boss Will?" Noir said, smiling brightly, leaning against his long wooden pole.

Esme fiddled with his strange ring made of metal and wrapped in hemp cords, rolling it in front of himself, looking aside and trying to make himself look small.

Russo bounced one of the balls on the hard packed dirt of the ground and then caught it. "I dindu nuffin'!"

"All three of you are idiots," I said. "You," I first pointed at Noir, "ordering a long wooden pole would've cost us a fraction of what it cost to order a pike and then chop the end off, why would you order a pike and then chop the end off instead of just buying a long wooden pole?!"

Yes, I had to emphasize just how stupid what Noir had done was. The lack of sense was so immense that I couldn't help but feel it needed emphasis. I know Succubi have a really fucked comprehension of what money is worth and what it is used for, they really don't care all that much especially because my family and my people have always taken on the burden of managing it.

But I didn't think they were this out of touch with reality.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you could buy the same quality of wood used for weapons!" Noir finally admitted. "I really needed a long and sturdy wooden pole, and I figured if these were meant to stop horse charges, then surely they'd be super sturdy right?"

I sighed and palmed my face. "Of course you can just- the weapons makers that create those pikes would have to get the wooden pole they use for the pike somewhere wouldn't they? So you just go to the carpenters they get those from, and ask!"

"Ooooh, yeah, I suppose we could've done that," Noir said. "Well at least we got to keep the pointy bit?"

"And you're using it for what exactly?" I asked, crossing my arms and raising a questioning eyebrow at him, trying to be as inquisitive as I can be.

"I... haven't thought of an use yet but, I'll think of something!"

"And you," I said, "what even is that?" I asked. "And why did a bill from the weavers with a ridiculous price arrive alongside it!?"

"It's- I'll show you!" Esme said, trembling a little, then raising the ring and then holding it on its side, or what I thought was its side, and then right in front of me what looked like a loosely woven basket of hemp dropped from under the ring.

"What am I looking at?" I asked. "Is this some sort of failed weaving experiment? I do encourage you guys to have hobbies but shopping isn't one of them."

"No no, this is important, see this?" Esme asked, as he raised the ring and twisted it so the side with the woven basket attached to it faced me, and then he spun it in place until he found something like a metal latch.

Noir then lowered the tip of his pole to show me that it, too, had a metal latch, and I immediately noticed that the two would fit together to form a sturdy and secure lock.

"Rrrright, so you guys made, what, a giant dream catcher?" I hummed. "... well I guess it makes sense you guys are dream demons after all," I admitted, "but I fail to see what you need this for when it's literally within your power to screw with people's dreams."

"We can do that with just a wink and a pose," Noir said, trying to prove it by striking a pose showing off his ass and winking at me, giggling when it became immediately obvious that was doing nothing to get him out of explaining just what exactly he and the other two doofuses had been getting up to.

"And I'm going to show you how I can rearrange your ass with my hand," I said, "if you don't start getting a move on and explaining what all of this is good for," I said, "all I'm seeing is the reason why you guys cost me a month's worth of supplies budget, but so far, it's not looking like a good one."

"Hold it in, Boss Will!" Noir said. "C'mon, Esme, work with me here," he added.

"R-Right!" Esme said, as the two brought together their individual toys, and while Noir held the heavy pike and supported Esme's ring with his hands, Esme attached the odd ring he was holding to the thick shaft of the pole. Undoubtedly, these succubi knew their way around a pole, and though their hands were small and their fingers were as slim as a young lad or lass who hardly knew a day's field work, they were quite good at using them.

The metal latches were brought together and then with a click, they latched and locked together. The mechanism was a complex one which made me think that they might actually have used their wiles on a very skilled craftsman or metalworker in order to get it made. They tested it, pulled at it a little and wiggled it, just to make sure it wasn't going to come apart suddenly and unexpectedly.

"Alright," Noir said, taking a few steps back and away and raising his pole, holding the weapon normally meant to be held at an angle to intercept a rider atop his horse and knock him off it completely upright instead. Shaking it a little to make sure the woven hemp cords untangled.

"Alrighty, now's my turn, so step aside, chumps!" Russo shouted, reaching behind his head and adjusting his ponytail.

All three of them wore their hair in the same style, for the exact same reason too. They were a troupe of dancers who did generally more artistic displays than the usual erotic and provocative dances that succubi preferred. In fact, they were so good at it and their dances generally so beautiful to behold, that it was common for their work to be enjoyed by those of all ages, and people didn't even know they were succubi when they traveled as part of a circus or when they were invited to a festival.

Of course, here at the hidden village, they dropped the pretense and cranked the eroticism of their dances in order to attract clients.

The grace with which Russo moved, tossing the balls in the air and doing a twirling little jump, kicking his leg in the air and then landing into a spin and catching the balls, juggling them, tossing them in the air and doing a little spin, then catching them again, before tossing one then hitting it in the air with the other, causing it to fly high before coming back down, bouncing directly in front of Esme who caught it on the way back up.

Russo brought a hand to his face while bouncing the ball he had left on the ground with the other, kissing the tips of his fingers with a loud lip smack, then blowing me a kiss.

"Lookie dis~" Russo said, winking at me as he bounced the ball particularly hard, causing it to fly above his head, then he caught it as it was about to hit him in the head, pretending it was heavy enough to make him bend his knees under its weight, before, like a coiled spring suddenly releasing all tension, he launched forward into a high jump with both hands holding the ball above and in front of his face, his left supporting the ball from below, his right, on its side, guiding it, as he threw the ball towards where Noir was holding the pole.

The ball then hit the edge of the ring, and rolled along it, until it hit the pole, bouncing off it and into the poorly woven hemp basket, the shape of the basket making it drop dead center and without momentum right in front of the pole, straight down.

"That's... a thing I guess," I said. "So you toss the ball into the basket? Is that a new act?"

"Nope! It's a new game, anyone can play!" Noir said, using his leg to stop the ball from bouncing and rolling it on the ground with his slipper, sliding his foot under it to lift it, kicking it into the air with a swift movement, then using his knee to launch it towards Esme.

The green haired succubus then tossed the ball he was holding not at Russo, but me, while catching the ball Noir threw at him, and then brought it in front of his chest.

While the ball he threw at me, he threw with a one armed, underhand lob that gave me plenty of chance to catch it with no problem, he instead brought the other ball to his chest before launching it with a straight two handed shot towards Russo, the red haired succubus catching it and almost stumbling back with a giggle.

"Sheesh Esme~!"

"Wanna give it a shot, Boss Will?" Esme asked. "Russo, s-show him the technique!"

"Righty~ Lookie 'ere, Boss~!" Russo called. "Bend'ya knees, hold it tight, take aim, an' loose it~!"

He repeated the throw, this time landing straight in the middle of the big ring, and getting nothing but the weirdly woven basket's netting to touch the ball, which once again fell straight, demonstrating that the earlier time hadn't been just a fluke, it was deliberate design for sure.

The entire movement Russo made was fluid to the extreme, as were most of his movements really. About the only time I caught him moving anything but the most graceful way anyone even could move, was when he was on his back on bed screaming my name and begging for more, but now's not the time to accidentally give myself an erection thinking about the kind of thing that I would only consider a reward for them.

"I see... huh," I said, trying to imitate him, and going through the motions, bending my knees, trying to get my hands to hold the ball in the same position, and only finding myself way undershooting the ring, not even hitting the net underneath, my wayward ball instead being caught by Noir, who then tossed it at Esme.

The succubus took it and bounced it a few times. Then, he took a few steps forward and jumped, demonstrating the unexpectedly great athleticism of a dancer, and a succubus on top of that, easily clearing my height and bringing his hands level with the ring. With a swift movement, he let go of it, depositing the ball almost gently into the weird ring with a net on it.

Once again, it rode the edge of the ring, this time the inner side, allowing it to complete not one but two full round trips before falling gently into the basket.

Esme touched down on the ground first, and seconds later, the ball came down, allowing him to catch it easily, bouncing it on the ground a couple of times before Russo made a little spinning jump, and threw the ball he was holding with an extremely weird corkscrew type throw. The spinning ball landed on the wooden tip of the pike, and rather than bouncing on top of it and away, it instead seemed to defy expectations, bouncing back and onto the net.

"Is that magic?" I asked, blinking in surprise.

Esme passed me the ball.

"Nope, just practice!" Noir called. "You can learn to do it too Boss Will!" he called. "So? What do you think? Totally worth it, huh?" he asked.

"So what's the game?" I asked. "You toss balls into the basket?"

"Yep! We're thinking, long shots, 3 points, near shots, 2 points, first to score 21 points wins. What do you think boss?" Noir called. "Oh, and obviously the pole would be dug into the ground so we don't have to hold it all game."

"Obviously," I saids.

"Obviously," Esme agreed.

Russo blinked, clearly the information was new to him.

"Hm... lemme try that again," I said, and Esme passed me a ball, which I tossed at the basket, then another, and another, I kept missing, time and again, but I was getting closer, getting the technique down, I even hit the ring a couple of times, adjusting the strength until finally, after so many tries I don't want to say....

I landed a shot, and after it bounced from the edge of the ring, it landed in the basket, scoring me my first two points, if their scoring system was to be believed.

"I did it!"

"Way to go, Boss!" called Noir. "I'd clap for you but, hands are kinda busy."

"Amazing, Boss! It took me an hour to manage that!" Esme agreed with a bright smile.

Russo giggled and clapped, then made me feel like an idiot by literally turning around and then landing a shot literally with his back turned.

"Okay, I see the potential for sure... okay, I'll let you guys get away with this expense, but I want you to talk with some of the guys to figure out an area to practice this in. Because I can already tell that we're gonna have smashed windows and broken stuff all over the place if you just practice wherever you feel like it," I muttered. "Especially if this is popular and others start playing. Also, it needs a name," I said.

"Ohh! I have one! What about, balls-in-the-hole?" Noir asked.

"Too long, doesn't roll off the tongue... but I think we're on the right track!" Esme said, "hmm... netball?" he asked.

"The first time I saw your goal thing, I thought it was a basket," I hummed.

"Gotcha! Basketball!" Russo called.

"Perfect," Noir called.

I nodded.

Noir let the pole down, and then the trio shared a three way high five.

I shook my head, chuckling.

"You're still gonna pay for this with your asses you know," I said, conversationally. "I usually turn down requests for private performances for you guys," I said, rubbing my chin, "but I think that might be just what it takes to pay for some of the supplies you're going to need..."