Mina's been feeling bored, lately. And so, she gives Daniel a quick visit. Perhaps it's time they finally went out on a date? Naturally, she'd have to make special preparations in Hell, since Earth isn't quite ready for its Equestrian Neighbors just yet...

It was a long, stressful day of work... but magically, Daniel managed to pull through. He combed his dark brown hair over with his hand as he finished typing in the last bit of code, then submitted it to his boss, who would receive it the next day, and likely bitch and complain about how five or more lines didn't function properly once so-and-so happens, or that he completely broke something on the website... or both.

Regardless, though, it would be Future Daniel's problem. Straightening out the collar of his button-up shirt, he grabbed his laptop and made his way out the door of the office, where he would go to his cheap, run-down rusty car and hop inside, tossing the briefcase in the back seat.

Soon he made it home. The drive there was uneventful, save for a couple red lights and a few speeding cars beside him.

He entered his room, and threw off his button-up shirt, revealing the white t-shirt underneath with the words "IF IT HURTS, IT WORKS!" written on it.

After brushing his teeth and hopping into bed, he was finally ready to sleep the whole weekend away.

It was midnight, and he still couldn't sleep. He groaned, before reaching over on the desk and turning on the light. Upon pulling the switch down, however, he heard a hiss come from the string.

Turning his head, he was met face-to-face with a snake hissing at him, attached to a skull that was piked on the table. More snakes were attached to it, but only the one in his hand was pissed at him, and he quickly jerked his hand away, yelping.

Then the walls began to pulse, like the inner walls of a heart beating, and the doors within the room became shuttered, stitched wounds that leaked blood around the edges.

The one at the foot of his bed began to bleed out the most, as a blade cut in the center of it, and tore downwards to the foot of it. The blade then went back in, and a pair of pink, fuzzy fingers emerged, pulling the cut open.

There, standing on the other side of the now opened wound, was none other than his marefriend, Mina. She was dressed in her favorite attire: a red lacy sleeveless gown and red panties.

Having been raised in a world of furry and fuzzy inhabitants, whose genitalia was covered by both fur and magic, her race were naturally nudists, so wearing revealing clothing was all the more natural-feeling for her.

Daniel seemed completely unfazed by the graphic scenes of horror around him, and smiled brightly at her, while she, in turn, frowned at him with her usual scowl. "Oh! Hey there, hon!"

"I'm bored." she blankly said to him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Well, I've still got my game system, if you want to play a bit!"

She sighed, pinching the gap between her glowing red eyes. "No, dear. I'm bored, but not hopeless."

He frowned at that, looking away and pressing his fingers together. "But... games don't make you hopeless..."

She deadpanned at him again, before approaching his bed. The wound behind her remained open, so long as she was in the room. She also created a trail of pink fleshy muscle matter below her hooves with each step she took.

After becoming the Queen of Hell again, her magic practically corrupted anything nearby at this point, save for one individual, who smiled again as she got closer to him.

She took a seat beside him and groaned. Comforting him was, by far, the least of her concerns on a regular day, but this time she felt it was important. "Look, I'm not implying that hopelessness is bad for you. Being hopeless is just a natural skill of yours that you've... come to master."

"Love you too, hun." he said, causing her to smack him in the back of the head. "Oww! Okay, okay, what did you have in mind?"

"First, you're going to get a shower. Second, you're going to put on something nice. Third, you're going to wait for Death to come pick you up. Finally, we're going on a date!" she said, as if reading straight out of a script.

This made Daniel do a double-take. "Wait, for real? Like, you and me, on a date-date?!"

Her deadpan only intensified. "Yes. Now get going! And don't you DARE wear that shirt, or the one that you went to work in!"

He paused as he was, at the time of her saying that, holding the button-up shirt that he worked in.

"But... this is my only button-up." he whined.

"Well improvise!" she demanded.

He nodded his head and tossed the button-up in the basket. "Alright, alright... how about this one?" he asked, pulling the top shirt out of the dresser. It was similar to his white shirt he wore, but it was a black one with white text that boldly stated "DON'T LOOK AT ME, SHE'S THE BOSS!" on it.

Upon her seeing the shirt's text, however, he sighed in relief when he saw a slight smile form on her lips... something that he rarely got to see, unless he did something really impressive or flattered her... the last of which being a 50-50 of either resulting in said smile, or a pop in the back of the head.

"It'll work." she simply said with a shrug. "And your pants. You can re-wear those."

"Alrighty, then! See you in about an hour, hun!" he said.

She rolled her eyes and stood back up from the bed. "Don't be late." she replied.

Before she left, though, she pulled him towards her lips and kissed him on the cheek. It was enough to at least make him smile like a fool in love, while she deadpanned again and returned to the wound.

Upon crossing the wound, it sealed shut again, and in an instant, the whole room returned to normal...

*HISS*

... except for the lamp, which was still a skull with snake hair.

After sprucing himself up, Daniel was ready with still thirty minutes to spare. He checked his watch, before deciding he would probably do best to go on ahead and wait for her where she knew he would be.

And so, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, skull-shaped whistle. Lifting it up to his lips, he blew on it, and it made no sound at all.

Then he slid it back into his pocket and waited.

It only took a few seconds, and a knock came from his door leading to the closet... the same one that was at the foot of his bed.

He opened the door, and inside stood none other than the Grim Reaper, himself, dressed in a rather unusual attire this time: a tuxedo.

"Well holy shit, Daniel! You already ready and everything?!" Death said, sounding surprised.

Daniel shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? Couldn't keep the skeleton in my closet for long, could I?"

Death deadpanned at him. "Not funny."

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, wanna hang out while we wait for Mina?" he offered Death, who was quick to decline.

"Oh, hell no! Not after what happened last time!" he said, remembering the time they drank a little too much, and ordered pizza. The pizza man was in for quite a start when he saw that Death was the one who got the pizza for them.

They say he is still having nightmares to this day.

Daniel shook his head. "No, no heavy drinking this time. Besides, that's a Friday Evening thing!"

"Friday Evening was just a few hours ago, dude." Death retorted.

"My point exactly! That time's passed! And besides, I'm sure Mina would kill me if I were completely shitfaced during our date tonight." Daniel explained.

Death thought about it for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders. "Eh, what the hell, might as well. Besides, I still have to kick your ass in that fighting game we played!"

"Oh, fuck off! You were still sober when you lost, and you know it!" Daniel taunted.

"I'll finally rest in peace when you rest in pieces, motherfucker! Now game on!" Death challenged.

They were entering the bedroom again when the alarm on Daniel's watch went off. He was ready, and empowered over his recent 5-0 victory in Street Fighter against Death, who was still feeling a bit salty over it.

"Swear that game cheats..." Death muttered, before drawing his scythe from the Void. "Anyways, where to?"

"The Devil's Castle, please. Main Entrance." Daniel requested.

WIth a nod, Death placed the foot of his scythe on the ground, causing the blade to retract into the stick. He then pushed the stick to the side, as if drawing a line with it. Trailing behind the stick was a black rift that stood stiff, like a doorframe, and on the other side of it, Daniel could see the halls of none other than The Devil's Castle.

"After you!" Death said, waving his hand towards the entrance.

Daniel nodded his head and patted him on the shoulder, before entering the portal. Death followed behind him, pulling his stick inside the rift, which closed it almost instantly.

The inside of the castle's Main Entrance was pretty standard, for a place in Hell. Black crystal walls, red carpets that moved like lava (and was, surprisingly, warm to the touch), and numerous portraits of Mina in various poses: each of which bearing her signature scowl and/or frown towards the viewer.

"Ugh. It's about damn time!" Mina said from behind them. Both Death and Daniel jumped at her voice and turned around, while she stood there, tapping her right hoof on the ground; her arms crossed and her face as grumpy as ever. "What the fuck were you both doing for the past thirty minutes?!"

"Uh..." Daniel and Death both began, but she cut them off with a simple raise of a hand.

"You know what? Nevermind. At least you were responsible enough to keep track of the time. But still, if you're ready early next time I'm bored and waiting, I expect you here early! Is that clear?!"

Daniel nodded his head, while Death saluted her. "You got it, boss!" Death said.

"Crystal clear, hun. I'll be faster next time!" Daniel added after Death.

"Good." Mina said, before her expression softened a tiny bit. "Now come along, you two! We need to find a place suitable for Daniel, that isn't complete shit."

As they made their way out of the Main Entrance, and into the Front Court, Death teleported in front of them and whistled. Then, from beneath the surface of the black crystal road, a pitch black limousine rose from the ground, bearing four exhausts that emitted green flames, chain-like skirts, and spikes on each wheel. Its license plate had "D3SPA1R" embedded on it.

He opened the back doors and bowed his head, as Mina entered first and scooted over a bit. Daniel entered next, while Death closed the door behind them. Finally, Death entered the Driver Seat, and shifted the gear, which had a skull emblem on its knob.

Then, they were on their way into Purgatory Road.

Their first stop was a drive-in Movie Theater. It was parked in a large open plateau with lava surrounding it, and floating roads and crevices leading into the plateau from all directions. On the screen, the tortured souls that were given some free time, the Demons, a few Monsters, and even some creatures of Mythology, all parked their cars on each chunk of rock that then started floating over the lava below.

They were all sitting either on or in their cars, and watching the large screen, which was playing a generic horror movie made in some backwater plane of existence. Needless to say, the movie sucked horribly, but Daniel and Mina still got a good laugh at how shitty the piece was, while Death was, secretly, wiping tears from his eye sockets from inside the car.

Despite his reputation, Death actually scared quite easily. Especially in Hell, when his odds were evened out with beings that could perceive him without the need of magical interference... or Death being drunk enough to accidentally radiate his presence to the area around him, like that incident with the pizza man.

After the movie was over, they headed to a few restaurants, which was really, really hard to find for Daniel's and Mina's taste. Despite being Equestrian, Mina was all for eating meat, but she and Daniel preferred their meat cooked carefully, not charred to a burnt husk like most Demons preferred.

Then she decided on a particular place that caught her eye earlier.

"You're shitting me!" Daniel said dumbfounded, as they stood out in the Parking Lot of none other than "The Lost Soul"... a Tavern that's been notoriously horrible for Hell according to the Cosmic Rating Boards... which basically meant they were giving lost souls peace and solace for even the briefest of moments. It was surprisingly empty most of the time, but today was an exception. It was Friday Night not too long ago, which meant sinners were flooding the gates much more than the sleep-deprived souls of a Monday Morning.

Mina shook her head. "Nope. Since every restaurant is shit around Purgatory Road, and I'm too tired to go to The Ninth Circle, I need a drink. And besides that, I sensed that you wanted one earlier, too."

Daniel nodded and chuckled a bit. "Well, yeah. After that shitty bar scene in the movie, I figured it would be nice to go to a real bar and wash that horrible shit out of my mind."

She grabbed him by the arm and practically carried him in. "Well come on, then, dear! You're finally speaking my language for once!"

And so, they went inside for well over an hour.

They were laughing as they sat at the barstools inside the black-wooded building. Daniel was telling another one of his stories about his, his coworkers', and his boss's screw-ups at work, and Mina was too drunk to give a shit. She just enjoyed watching him try to mumble more than a few slurs at a time before falling over onto the counter.

Truth be told, Daniel was quite a strong, hardened drinker. That much was established since she was rescued by him last year. However, no mortal should be able to withstand booze from Hell, itself, so naturally, he would've died at the first drop that touched his tongue... had it not been for Death's Magic keeping him alive and somewhat well enough to stand... for a few seconds, at least.

But Mina was a different story. She was able to down more than eight flagons of Hellish Froth, their strongest, and still only feel a slight buzz. It wasn't until her ninth one, however, when the laughter started... and for the briefest of moments, Daniel could've sworn that he saw her mane and tail curl up and turn a bit puffy... before it straightened out again in an instant.

He then raised his hand to say something, but before he could even muster a word, he leaned just a tiny bit too far back and fell over, where he bumped into a tall minotaur, about twice his size.

"Hey!" the minotaur roared, before looking over at the now fallen Daniel.

Daniel quickly snapped back to reality and stood back up, waving his hands defensively. "Ah, crap dude. I'm... look, I'm so sorry, I-"

The minotaur huffed then shoved him in the chest, sending him toppling onto the counter, where he struggled to catch himself with his arms spread out.

"Looks like I've gotta teach this little fuckboy some man-" the minotaur began, before a pink blur rushed into him, fist connecting directly into his nose.

He reeled back as Mina grabbed his horns and swung around his head, until she was behind him. Then she leaped up and kicked the wall behind them, forcing the minotaur to fall to the ground, pinning his horns into the wooden flooring, and cracking his snout completely.

He yelped in agony, while Mina paid his cries no mind, and leaned closer to him, hoof-to-back-of-head.

"There's fates worse than Death, you know." she whispered to him with a twisted smile on her face.

He whimpered and mumbled, "Y-your Highness! I... I-I had no idea!"

"You're right... you didn't." she said before removing her hoof from his head and backing up a couple steps.

Then she raised her right hand and snapped her fingers. A massive cleaver appeared from the void, and she used it to slice his head clean-off, executioner style. His blood began to pour from his body, and his head made a choking expression, while Daniel looked at it curiously.

"Don't worry. You can't die twice... he's just gonna have a really hard time breathing for the rest of Eternity." Mina said to Daniel.

Daniel nodded his head and rubbed his neck at the sight of the dismembered victim.

"Well, come on!" Mina said, gesturing for Daniel to follow her. Daniel nodded his head and followed her out the door, while the other customers paid the headless minotaur no mind... save for a couple imps, who began picking his pocket for any valuables.

After the bar debacle, Daniel and Mina agreed it was time to call it a day. Once Death drove them back to The Devil's Castle, they stumbled their way into the bedroom.

"So..." Daniel began, as he stood in the bathroom, washing his face. "I guess there's no excuses here, hun. Listen... I'm... I'm sorry that I ruined your day." he began, shaking his head, which was starting to ache a bit, both from the minotaur and from the booze.

Mina sighed. "Daniel." she said, but he continued.

"I should've managed my alcohol better, but I didn't. I guess I just wanted to impress you." he added, wiping his eyes with the water from the sink. It was red, like blood, but he knew it was mostly just an illusion, due to the atmosphere.

...

... at least, he hoped so, seeing how he was too drunk to truly tell.

"Daniel!" Mina said, this time a bit more sternly.

Daniel turned around and was about to say more, but paused when he saw that she was already out of her clothes, and lying seductively on her king-sized bed.

"Quit being a little bitch, and come fuck me already!" she ordered, no, demanded to him. She glared at him, but this one was different... almost like she was pleading with him. She was itching down there, and could already tell that her estrus was upon her. It wasn't due for another week at least, but after her recent rush of blood, it seemed to escalate entirely... that, plus her boyfriend's innocent antics back at the bar didn't help, either.

She was, after all, the apex predator in the room. And a predator in heat, well... once they have their mark, they will go through Hell to get it. And this one, quite literally.

He gulped, and approached her slowly, as if caught in a trance. His eyes were, no doubt, focused a bit lower than her eyes at that point, and he was only able to mutter two words to his beautiful marefriend.

"Y-yes, ma'am."

Author's Note

So begins the newest story to add! This one was a bit of fun to write, and I was determined to stretch my writing juices in an area that wasn't there before.

And thus, I figured, "Why not make a story about Hell and Earth, but set in an alternate MLP Universe?"

Thus, Daniel's Dangerous Dynasty has begun!

And don't worry, I haven't abandoned my other stories. They're just a little more tricky to write with coding classes and family time with my niece thrown into the mix. Next chapters might be shorter in this one, as most of this was to kinda-sorta open the scenes up, and allow y'all a chance to see where this one might be going!

... And for the record, yes. Mina is basically "Cupcakes Pinkie", but from a distant town. This means that Rainbow Dash and the rest of the Main 6 were never harmed... just a few unfortunate side-ponies that were at the wrong place in the wrong time, who will forever remain anonymous for the sake of not crossing someone's boundaries out there.

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed this little taste of my own personal take on Hell! And no, Daniel isn't a weakling. He's just a sad drunk on occasions. He totally could've taken that Minotaur on... kinda.