"Another!"

Stygian smiled as Rockhoof downed yet another glass and shattered it against the floor.

The rest of his friends were quick to echo the sentiment. Magnus, Meadowbrook, Somnambula, Starswirl all downed their drinks as fast as they could, followed by a series of crashes.

Only Mistmane left her glass intact, clinking it lightly against Stygian's. He was quite grateful for that. Gone were the days when he had tried to keep up with the rest of them, and failing miserably.

It may have taken a thousand years and the intervention of both an eldritch horror and the elements of harmony, but he finally felt like he was one of the group, a friend among equals.

It was a wonderful feeling, and worth all the hangovers in the world.

A strong elbow knocked him out of his reveries, and also nearly off his chair.

"Eh, what?" he looked up to find both Magnus and Meadowbrook grinning at him.

"I said," Magnus repeated himself, "I think that hot mare over there is checking you out Styg."

"Thanks."

Stygian hid his blush by taking a deep sip of his cider. There was no way someone would overlook all his studly friends to admire his scrawny ass, but he appreciated that Magnus was trying to cheer him up.

"No, I actually do think she's interested in you," Meadowbrook chimed in, as if she could read his thoughts. "She's been looking right at you for a while now.

Now that gave him pause. If it had been one of the guys he'd have dismissed it as an attempt to buff his confidence, but if Meadowbrook agreed, he had to check for himself.

Trying to appear nonchalant he tried to let his eyes wander the tavern, though that charade fell right as he noticed the mare by the bar.

She was indeed looking right at him, and he felt himself blush as their eyes met. Somehow she just drew him in.

The mare was by far the most attractive one Stygian had laid his eyes on, and one look was enough to tell him that she wanted him.

His blush deepened as he felt his body respond. It was so inappropriate, yet all he could do was cross his legs and hope none of his friends noticed.

But of course they did.

A slap in the back from Rockhoof would have knocked the breath out of him if he hadn't forgotten to take one since he met the mare's eyes.

It was still enough to break him out of his stupor yet again.

"Bro!" The burly stallion chuckled. "I know she's hot but keep it in your robes."

Blushing even more furiously, Stygian looked back at the mare, sure that his friend's outburst would have turned her off.

To his surprise it seemed to have done the opposite. She slipped off the bar stool and walked over to their table.

Stygian noticed every male eye in the tavern, and quite a few of the female ones, were glued to her hindquarters as they swayed sensually with every step. For sure his was, and it took real effort to look away and admire the rest of her.

She was, in a word, perfect. Everything about her had the most alluring proportions. Her silky smooth coat was a deep sensual red, matched by her long flowing mane in a deep fiery yellow.

There was something almost predatory about her as she stalked over to their table. She strode past the hulking frame of Rockhoof, the tall and distinguished Starswirl and the lean and muscular Magnus to stop right by Stygian's small frame.

"Hello," she purred in a voice like liquid honey.

Stygian tried to answer, he really did, but he was once more lost in her eyes. There was something vaguely familiar about her, though he couldn't put his hoof on what, not that he really cared. He was dumbstruck by her beauty.

To some celestial mercy she seemed to find his awkwardness endearing. With a giggle she extended a hoof, taking his in hers.

"I couldn't help but notice such a handsome stallion as yourself."

Her voice once more went straight past Stygian's brain and down his loins. He couldn't believe she really was asking her to dance with him.

"Come dance with me," she said.

He couldn't have resisted if he wanted to. And he very much didn't want to as he happily let the mare lead him away from his friends.

He barely noticed their cheering, nor just how strong she was. He was lost in the music, the sway of her body as they danced for hours.

"I think we're done dancing."

The voice broke Stygian out of his trance.

The heavenly mare was still in his sweaty hooves, looking just as perfect as when he had first seen her. That was what he noticed first.

What followed was the realization of just how long they had danced. Stygian's body ached, his hooves were sore, as was every muscle in his body. He felt exhausted, yet still blissfully happy.

He also noticed that his friends had left. He hadn't even noticed them leave, but he could appreciate them not wanting to interrupt his dance with the mare.

"I think I got your name?" he said as soon as he realized.

She gave him a smile that set his heart on fire.

"It's Succubia," she informed him. "Though the mortals knows me as Wild Rose."

"Succubia," he repeated, nodding. "That's a beautiful name."

He felt he was missing something, but all he could really care about was the mare in his hooves and just how beautiful she was.

"Thank you, Stygian," she replied, and he could've sworn she grew even more beautiful as she said his name.

Though a little bell in his lust addled brain made him realize something.

"I never told you my name," he pointed out.

"Yes you did."

Her refusal made him pull back enough to look her in the eyes. How had he not noticed the split pupils before?

"Yes you did, Stygian," she repeated. "When you summoned me."

Summoned?

His body froze as she reached up to stroke his mane. It would have been sensual, if he couldn't feel the clawed tips of her hoof.

"You're the..." He tried to pull free of her grip.

"The succubus, yes."
Her grin was triumphant, and why wouldn't it be. She had him in her claws, and she was much stronger than he was.

"I'm glad you remember," she snickered. "After all, it's been a looong time since you let me loose on this world."

He balked at the horror of her statement. He had intended to send her back, but she had charmed him into letting her step out of the circle... how much damage could a demon have caused given centuries and a perfect disguise.

"That's right," she purred, reading the horror on his face. "I've killed thousands of stallions over the years, maybe tens of thousands. I haven't kept count."

She let out a laugh that made the blood chill in his veins.

"But I'll never forget my first."

Stygian renewed his attempts to break free of her iron grip. He had to get to his friends, to warn them. Between his arcane knowledge and their strength, they'd be able to stop her. He couldn't undo the horror she had wrought, but he had to stop her from doing any more.

"Good, you're scared of me," she commented with glee, apparently misreading the intention behind his struggles.

"You probably think I'm going to kill you too."

Her clawed hoof turned his head so their eyes met once more.

"I don't think I will," she purred, running a leathery wing across his cheek in an almost affectionate manner. "As fun as it has been to feed in peace, I'm getting bored. I think I'll let you live so you can hunt me, and I'll revel in your tears every time you turn up too late."

Stygian barely had time to comprehend her message before she lashed out.

Stygian heard his bones breaking before the searing hot pain raced up his ruined forehoof. He stared in horror at the broken limb. She had broken it like a twig, likely maiming him for life.

"Oh sorry," she giggled. "Can't make it too easy for you to hunt me down, can I?"

The empty night filled with his screams and her maniacal laughter.

When his friends found him the day after, they barely recognized the broken mess of what used to be a stallion. Stygian's horn was broken, as was both of his forehooves. His lips was missing, having been cut off, as was the bits of him that had urged him in his foolish youth to summon such a monster.

It took his friends two years to hunt her down, during which time she killed another 57 stallions. None of them would forget her grin as Twilight and Starswirl sent her back to hell, more than satisfied with the suffering she had caused.

Author's Note

I took a break from planning a DnD session to write this. I think it shows.

The prompt was: Dance with me.