A cold, foreboding night breeze drifted through the Ponyville street, rustling leaves, kicking up dust. Ponies dawdled about, walking home from night shifts at work or dining outdoors at cafés. The moon shimmered, but not with its usual kind, mystical shimmer. Tonight's shimmer somehow was cold and unforgiving, giving chills to all the towngoers. Something was happening.
And indeed something was.
A cloaked figure traveled alone on a Ponyville street. Their stride was swaying, seductive, almost erotic in nature. Dark magic emanated from this figure like an invisible fog, but none were there to perceive it.
This cloaked figure walked down one path, leading to one particular house. This was the house of her choosing tonight. Whoever was within this house would submit to her will, just like so many had before...
She smiled as she noticed another cloaked figure, illuminated ever-so-slightly by the lights of the house. She hastened her stride just a little bit.
The figure had seen her too. They swished through the grass noiselessly towards each other, each one smiling subtly.
Lilith and Midnight shook hooves.
"Good evening, Mistress." The lavender mare spoke quietly, but nonetheless with the joy of a brainwashed hypnotic slave. "Are you prepared to claim another?"
Lilith smiled at Midnight as the succupony slipped off her cloak, revealing wings and a cutting pair of eyes. "Oh, come now, Midnight. You know better than anypony that I am always prepared before I take action."
She trotted up the steps soundlessly.
Lilith quietly and carefully opened the door of the small Ponyville house. The smell of a hay burger wafted under her snout immediately. She gave a muted snort. Ponies and their disgusting food.
"Shall I assist you, mistress?" Midnight asked in a hushed tone.
"No, but thank you for offering, my loyal servant." The succupony smiled and licked her lips. "I wish to turn this one myself..."
Midnight nodded, slinking obediently into the shadows. Lilith turned away from her and, shifting her hindquarters, slunk over the door's threshold and entered the house.
She crept through the living room. She heard two voices in the kitchen. Grinning to herself, Lilith perked up her ears and crouched outside the door, placing a deep purple hoof on the doorway.
Two voices, one deep and one a little less so, were conversing. Definitely both guys. Over dinner, Lilith assumed, judging by the strong aroma of food coming from the kitchen. There was a clatter of plates here and there, and it seemed she was so far unnoticed. This pleased the succupony, and she smiled as one of them began to talk.
"dude I got tickets to the big game!" Spoke the higher voice. He spoke with a certain enthusiasm and something else Lilith couldn't place. Sarcasm?
"its sports" He added posthumously. Lilith rolled her eyes. As if "big game" didn't give it away.
The other, deeper voice spoke, laughing a little. "dog...I am so jealous. you know I love the big game"
Lilith rolled her eyes. Boys.
There was the sound of both of them biting into their burgers. Lilith prepared to slink in and knock them out with a little succupony hypnosis. Boys were always so weak, she mused, toying with a tuft of fur on her hoof.
Her plans were cut short when she heard plates clattering into the sink, followed by the clopping of hooves on the floor. She hid by instinct, expecting them to walk into the living room. Lilith pressed herself to think of the quickest way to seduce a stallion to sleep.
Fortunately, they simply walked up the stairs, chattering to themselves about the economy and...squirrels? Lilith didn't completely understand normal ponies. She chuckled softly and, waiting until she had heard the door to what was presumably their room shut, moved quietly as a snake up the stairs.
She reached the doorway of what she presumed to be the room in question and peeked in. To her dismay, it was just a bathroom. Lilith scowled and shut the door.
She heard the bedroom door open behind her.
Lilith was unsure about confronting two stallions at once. She was especially nervous about confronting two possibly larger stallions in a floor of the house where there were no immediate escape routes. Damn closed windows.
So, she quickly ducked inside the bathroom.
She heard one guy trot out of their room, which was now confirmed to be across the hall, and flick on the AC. A bit of a breeze ran under the bathroom door. Lilith grinned. Now was the time.
She opened the door and walked over to the lone stallion.
He didn't notice her.
She quickly took in his appearance. Bright red coat, black mane, and (from behind) the outline of a thick black beard. The letters SB formed his Cutie Mark, and Lilith was unsure of what it stood for. The stallion fumbled with the AC's settings, still totally oblivious to Lilith's presence.
The succupony smiled. "Hello, my little colt."
The stallion turned around and his eyes flew wide. "SHIT. who in the fukc are you"
"Now now...no need for such language..." Lilith soothed, stroking his cheek.
"dog this BIPCHES gettin all up in my personal space!" The stallion called to his friend.
Lilith spat an ancient, foul curse and turned to the doorway.
A disinterested-looking colt clopped into the open. He had a very smooth blue coat, with a scruffy blonde mane and a very weird grin. He looked to be about the same age as the other guy. From her position, Lilith was barely to make out his cutie mark, the letters HJ. More initials?
"bro, thats is the motherfucking sucupony" said the blue colt. He let out a laugh despite the fact that Lilith was a dangerous, age-old beast with hypnotic powers. It irritated her a little.
"are you for REAL" the red colt rolled his eyes. "what the fuck. why is the even this conksuck succubus in our hose"
Lilith deadpanned. She turned frustratedly to the red colt and looked him in the eyes.
"Look deep into my eyes, and become mine." She gripped the soft fur of his shoulders gently.
The colt struggled against Lilith's thrall. "aw SHUT i'm getting HYNPNOTIZED by this SUCCUBUS BITCH."
"i warned you about succuponies bro!" Shouted the blue colt, still grinning. "i told you dog!"
IT KEEPS HAPPENING
Author's Note
fuck you and goodnight
