I Dream of Succubi

The time he'd spent with Twilight had left Flash Sentry with a number of pleasant dreams (less erotic ones, ironically enough). And yet it came to an end all too soon, the one silver lining that now it was Sunset's turn.

As the thin sun rays peeked in through the curtains, Flash stirred in his bed, tossed aside the sheets and stretched his naked body with a wide yawn, thankful that the weekend had finally arrived.

However, he couldn't take it easy even now. A quick shower and simple breakfast later, and he was ready to face the day with a morning jog. His eyes trailed to his guitar that rested in a corner, and he lamented how little time he had lately for his hobbies.

A knock sounded at the door. Answering it, he saw Sunset Shimmer standing on the porch, garbed in her usual school attire, complete with that leather jacket and boots that screamed "bad girl". The motorcycle she'd parked by the street completed her look.

“Come on.” She jerked her thumb at the vehicle. “You'll have to ride bitch, though.”

He shrugged with a grin, hands in his pockets. “I don't mind if it means holding onto you.”

“Don't try to flatter me, charmer.” She poked his stomach to tease him. She straddled the bike and revved it up as he settled behind her, his hands wrapped around her midsection.

Much to his surprise, she handed him her helmet, seemingly not concerned that he was putting on the only one. While he was a bit anxious since she was the one driving, he mentally reminded himself that she was a succubus. 'She's probably more durable than me when push comes to shove…' He thought to himself as they rode off..

*****

After an hour-long ride they arrived in a more rundown part of the city. From what Flash could recall this area wasn't too far from the red light district. “We're about to hit one of my favorite hangouts,” she yelled over the wind just as she skidded to a halt right outside a club, the neon sign reading [Gateway to Tartarus].

“Uh, isn't it a bit early for this?" Flash asked as he pulled off the helmet. "I don't think this place would be open at this hour.”

Sunset grinned and stepped off. “Not for normal people. Luckily, you're with me.” She pulled him along and lead him to an entrance in the back. A short time later they were headed down a series of stairs that creaked into the darkness.

Several minutes passed before he heard faint sounds that shook the area. “Usually normals can't see the underground entrance. Think of it like a glamor that causes people to overlook it and keeps it hidden,” Sunset explained as she opened the door.

“Handy. Hey, what the-” The outpour of guttural noises that poured out made his blood run cold. The area teamed with a variety of monsters, barely restrained by thick fences that blocked off an arena. He spotted a few humans there or at least assumed they were by appearance, and figured they'd been led here like him as guests. “Is this, like, a fight club?”

“Of sorts. You'll see.” She smirked as she pushed her way through the crowd and pressed herself against him while they approached the arena.

His nose crinkled at the stench of sweat. The air was thick with it and humidity, and he realized how vulnerable a mere human was here, that they could easily turn on him and tear him apart or make him a quick meal.

“Ah, fresh meat.”

As if on cue, he heard a female voice growl behind him. Turning around he found himself face to muzzle with a brown-furred werewolf about a head taller than him.

"Um…hi?" He stammered out, taking a cautious step back.

"Hello yourself, handsome~" She smirked as she licked her lips, letting out a long, sensuous growl. "What's a deliciousmale like you doing in a place like this?"

"I-I came with a friend?" He gulped, Flash couldn't help it take another step back, this woman was eying him like she'd just been offered a delicious piece of meat to snack on.

"Well then, I'm sure your friend wouldn't mind if you took some time to hang out with a real woman~" She cooed as came closer. "I know a place where we can-"

"Back off Winona." A second voice chimed in.

Just then, a green tentacle made completely out of slime slithered between the two, the very tip of it shifting into a feminine face before the rest of it followed, revealing itself to be a woman made of congealed slime. “I saw him first, beast.”

"Like hell you did Smooze!" The werewolf growled back.

"Um, excuse me?" Flash attempted to interject, somewhat aggravated that they were suddenly acting as though he was their property. "Pretty sure I'm supposed to have a say in this."

"Well of course!" The Slime girl turned around, giving him a sultry smile. "But wouldn't you rather hang out with someone who can take you around the world and back with pleasure?" She asked as her form shifted once more, making her breasts even bigger than his head.

Flash blushed at this display. "I'm not really-"

He was interrupted however, when the Werewolf took a greater whiff and turned up her wet nose. “Wait, that scent…you're a damned normal human.” She growled menacingly…only to be intercepted by Smooze.

“No, there's more to it than that, his aura...” The Slime stated. "I think he's-"

"Spoken for."

The two turned to see Sunset, her eyes glowing menacingly and her wings flared outwards. “...n-never mind. We were just leaving.” The Slime stammered as she quickly slithered away, the Werewolf glaring at them for a few seconds before snorting and walking off.

Flash breathed sighs of relief, but as he turned to speak with Sunset he found himself being pulled through the crowd and towards the main arena.

*****

The two combatants entered the arena to thunderous cheers. The first was announced as Lightning Dust, who had colorful wings in place of arms, her lower half akin to a bird complete with razor-sharp talons. She hissed and flapped with a snarl.

The second arrival was called Ember, a dragoness who like her opponent wore light, scanty armor over her lithe figure. The pair faced each other down, and rushed to attack the moment the announcement to begin commenced.

"So...about those two monsters you scared off, what was that all about?” Flash asked as he watched them wrestle.

“There are lots of monsters who would be more than willing to take you by force, such as the pair who flirted with you. But due to your prolonged exposure to my and Twilight's demonic aura, they recognized our scent and turned tail.” Sunset shook her head with a grin. “Can't blame them, really. Certain classes of monsters, like me, are known to have an authoritative aura that scares of lesser monsters.” She explained as her smile widened, watching the challengers battle it out with tooth and claw.

Sliding her hand down his back, she groped his ass through his jeans, breathing heavily while she watched the opponents clash. “Should you allow me to teach you the ways of being more dominant, you'll eventually be able to expel your own aura. While it won't compare to mine, when combined with my own most monsters would more than likely avoid you.”

His pants tented under her hungry touch. “Sounds nice.”

“It gets better. More submissive monsters might take an interest in you. I imagine you'd be a magnet for sex-slaves,” she teased with a wink as the crowd broke out in more cheers when a particularly loud blow landed with a crack.

Ember raised her toned arms in triumph, her beaten foe draped on the floor before her soaked in sweat. She bent down, took the harpy into her grasp, and pressed her mouth to her lips. Lightning Dust reciprocated with her own passionate kisses, the dragoness claiming her prize as was her right. Their tongues danced, and their hands started to wander.

“This is the part where things get 'spicy' for the audience,” said Sunset who took his arm and dragged him off. He looked over his shoulder, and noticed that several couples had already started to make out. "...and that's a type of kinkiness you're not ready for...yet."

*****

When they emerged back on the surface, Sunset rode back to his home and the couple parted ways. With Flash focused on all she'd told him and the implications.

At the same time, Sunset came to a stop when she saw a familiar face approach her.

“Sunset,” said Cadance who boldly stood on the sidewalk with her arms crossed, and her legs parted in a dominant stance. “We have much to discuss...”