Of hunters and whores. A tale of two demons.

On the train

Skri'jal- Mevix boarded the train in a sour mood. A mood so sour, in fact, it caused the air around him to shimmer with the intense heat of his anger. When he and Lerisha were finally on board, The mane six had taken the remaining empty seats, forcing him to sit with Lerisha. Ultimately, That made him flat- out pissed. by now, the air around him was ready to catch fire, made worse by Lerisha's commentary:
"Oh, Skri'jal, it's sooo hot... mind if I undress a little?" She said seductively, moving her fingers around the shoulder straps of her skimpy top, Which infuriated Skri'jal to no end. "Succubus, if that top comes off, your head's going with it." Skri'jal said sternly, pointing a finger at Lerisha.
"Aww, but it's so hot around you... I think I'll just... Adjust it a little.." Continued Lerisha, beginning to undo her already- loose top. Skri'jal became furious, causing the seat to melt a little.
"Don't fuck with me, succubus! I will fucking end you!" demanded Skri'jal, his voice becoming more demonic and threatening as his blood pressure rose. Lerisha just giggled playfully.
"Aww, you get so cute when you're mad... and sooo incredibly hot..." she said, casting a seductive glance at Skri'jal while she reached for his groin. Skri'jal growled as demonicly as he could at the offending appendage.
"If that hand comes any closer to me, Lerisha, I swear to whatever deity that will listen that I will cut it off and shove it so far up your ass, you'll be shitting nail polish for a week. Clear?" said Skri'jal threateningly. Lerisha humphed.
"You're no fun, you know that?" Whined Lerisha, crossing her arms and looking rather annoyed.
"It's not my job to be fun, Lerisha. If it were, I'd probably kill myself." Replied Skri'jal.
"You would..." Complained Lerisha as the train drove on. Many agonizing, innuendo-filled hours later, the train finally stopped at their destination: The beach. Immediately, Skri'jal began to sweat as terrifying memories flooded his head: Friends getting torn to torn to piles of gore by machine guns, bodies littering the sand, their blood staining the ocean and their agonized cries polluting the air. He began to hyperventilate as the memories came, but he calmed himself. That was a long time ago, in another world. He could survive this, he just had to relax. Finally, everyone set up their beach towels and parasols, then headed off to do their own thing: Twilight read a book, Rainbow Dash and Applejack were playing volleyball, The CMC and Pinkie Pie were playing in the water, Fluttershy was looking at some hermit crabs, Rarity was sunbathing, Lerisha was tanning, and Skri'jal was sitting on a towel, trembling and trying not to throw up from sheer terror.
"C'mon, Skri'jal, pull yourself together. If Lerisha sees you like this, you'll never hear the end of it..." Said Skri'jal to himself.
"Just chill out and stop remembering that day, and you'll be fine. Just... gotta... relax..." Skri'jal was taking his own advice, and had begun to lie down on his Towel, trying his hardest to relax, until a volleyball landed next to him. With a yelp, Skri'jal shot under his towel, shaking violently. When he peeked out, he saw Rainbow Dash and Applejack looking at his spot.
"Hey, you gonna stop acting weird and pass the ball?" Called Rainbow Dash. Shaking his head, Skri'jal picked up the ball, then looked at it, then at the two ponies that wanted it. With a grunt, Skri'jal threw the ball upwards, then hit it with his tail with such force, it flew over Rainbow and A.J's heads, hitting Pinkie pie in the head and knocking her into the water. Stunned, the two mares stared at him, jaws dropped, then looked at each other, then proceeded to argue about who got him on their team next round. Wanting nothing to do with their little game, he walked somewhere else, away from the two squabbling mares, who were now locked in physical combat over him. Unfortunately, He walked by Lerisha along the way. Well, more like tripped over and landed on top of her. When he snapped back into reality, he realized where his hands landed whe he put them out to break his fall, and he suddenly realized why his landing was so soft. (he landed on her boobs)
"Skri'jal, I always knew you wanted me, but isn't this place a little public?" she asked in a sultry tone. Immediately, Skri'jal jumped off of her, and was blushing furiously, his whole face turning from red to crimson in seconds.
"Aw, come on, Skri, I was beginning to think you learned how to be fun!" Lerisha complained playfully.
"Do not mock me, Succubus!" Demanded Skri'jal, who was still very red-faced. "I merely tripped over your lazy carcass was all!" He stammered, dusting himself off before trying to walk away. However, before he could, Lerisha grabbed his tail and yanked him down. As he hit the ground with a great "Oof!", Lerisha wrapped her arms tightly around his short-yet-serpentine neck, pressing her breasts against his chest, and pressing her face to the side of his head, then whispering:
"You're mine now, devil."
As Skri'jal struggled weakly, he began to sweat and protest.
"Release me, wench! This is a clear violation of our agreement of... Erk!" Skri'jal was interrupted by a sudden grab to his groin, causing him to sit straight. Lerisha only giggled.
"keep struggling, Skri. It only makes this more fun." Whispered Lerisha. However, Skri'jal stopped struggling, saying:
"Hey, here comes a cop." He lied of course, but Lerisha's reaction was desired.
"Eep! Where?!" Cried Lerisha, releasing Skri'jal and sitting upright, looking around frantically. With his window of escape open, Skri'jal leaped out of Lerisha's reach like a cat, then took off like some kind of evil lizard, scurrying fast as a bullet from the confused and frustrated rapist behind him.
"This isn't over, Skri'jal!" Cried Lerisha, shaking her fist at the retreating devil. However, the day continued much like normal, except Skri'jal was hiding in a palm tree. Soon, it was time to see the beach house Rarity rented, and they went to the resort to check it out.