Courage heard screaming as she woke from her dream. It roused her from the horrible nightmare, the terror that she had hurt Corignis, that she was such a terrifying monster, caused her to bite down—the screaming stopped.

She was hot, burning hot. Courage spread her wings and opened her mouth, panting, letting out a groan. "Those nightmares are getting worse. It is like this place twists everything, even my friends…" She paused, thought of the implication of using that word. "Corignis is my friend." She smiled a little.

A sloshing sound met the introspective mare's ears. Courage blinked a few times, snapping out of her contemplation. "What the…?" She looked around, realizing she was on an island. Mist seemed to close in all around her, but Courage could see shapes out in the fog.

"What was that?" Courage spun around, the small island seeming tiny now. She squinted into the mist to see a boat slowly moving closer. The small craft looked rickety, like it was made from driftwood and bound with hope and dreams. Standing at the back, a hooded pony held a long pole in their glowing magic.

A thousand little stories dredged up in Courage's mind, as she watched the boat push all the way to shore and beach itself. "Hello?" She dreaded wanting to see under the cowl that hid the pony's features, but morbid curiosity drove her onwards. Stepping closer, she watched the long-handled paddle slow and stop. "Uh, can you get me out of here?"

When the figure nodded, a deep, damp feeling grew in Courage's belly, she felt horny. Almost in a daze, she began to walk forward, then flapped her wings to lift her up and onto the driftwood boat.

The ferry-pony lifted its head and gazed at Courage, all she could see under the heavy cowl was a pair of glowing eyes, staring back at her, bright and blue. A hoof raised, frog up, clearly wanting something.

"You want money, payment?" Courage stepped toward the ferrypony, not realizing her tail was rising more with each step. "I don't have coins." Her heat beat faster when those blue glowing eyes flared red. "Wait, I have something else. I…" Courage felt a burning heat now, she was more than a little hollow inside, in more ways than one.

Courage stepped backwards when the ferrypony, cloaked in black sackcloth, advanced. His oar lifted and set on the deck. Magic lifted her up, turned her, and set her back down. A sudden sense of "rightness" settled in Courage, her body tingled in excitement.

She was expecting a skeleton, a bony abomination that still lived; when Courage felt the weight of the ferrypony on her back, however, it was not skeletal. Courage grunted at the weight of the big stallion, but far from scared, or worried, she was excited in a whole new way. The metaphysical emptiness that yawned inside was matched by a physical one. "Be… be gentle." As soon as she said it, she regretted it. I don't want that, I want it—

Her thoughts were shattered when the big stallion shoved up and against her. Courage would have screamed if she were still a normal pony—the demon was huge. The thrust the ferrypony gave pushed Courage forward, her eyes widened in shock, but all of him that managed to get into her was the tip.

Groaning, panting, a wide smile plastered itself to Courage's face. The stallion was snorting, grunting, adjusting his position on her back until he was comfortable again. Then he thrust. Every ounce of focus fled Courage. She pushed back instinctively, her hunger for more growing with each inch of him that sank home. Power started to flow. Courage's eyes widened further, he was now rocking his hips, and each thrust drove energy into her body.

The rocking motion of the big stallion, apparently unintentionally, shifted the boat off the beach. Courage would have been ashamed of the whimper of need that escaped her when the stallion pulled out, but she was a little more experienced now, sex was fun and she liked it.

"Wait, what's wrong?" Courage turned, her body feeling as empty as ever now that he was out. She saw the problem, he had to steer and manage the boat. The metaphysical feeding she had done was enough to whet her appatite, but she wanted more. "I hardly feel I have paid my fee. And here you are so willing to take me for a ride." The succubus side of Courage was purring, looking at the stallion like a cat with milk-stained whiskers.

Just like a cat, Courage walked down the side of the boat, the thing creaking under her hooves. She stared at the ferrypony, her eyes flashing with hunger. She stopped right before the stallion, her eyes still unable to penetrate the darkness under the cloak. "Since you are giving me a ride," Courage pushed her tongue out to lick her lips, "I will give you one."

Her blood was thundering in her ears, memories of the virgin mare she had been before all of this flickered up into her mind, then away again. She wasn't just that mare anymore, she was a lot more. She turned, slowly, and lifted her tail. A glance back to see where her target was, and Courage was stepping back toward the ferrypony. Her plot bumped his chest, and as she gazed back, she watched the stallion rear up. Wanting her prize, Courage backed up quickly, felt the stallion drop onto her back, and stood a moment in wonder.

It was so much more lewd to be with a stallion who was making her do all the work. Courage backed herself up, pushing back against the big stallion. Like driving a wedge under a log, she felt him slide along her back, until his shaft pressed to her again. "You aren't going to make me do all the wo—" Courage groaned the "O" out as the stallion bucked forwards, "—ork."

Each thrust came with the stroke of the oar. Courage braced herself, but her needier self walked backwards, shoving into each thrust. The rutting seemed lost to time, feeling like they had been bucking for days. Courage looked down, saw large shapes in the water. A hoof seemed to lift up through the murk, offering—or begging—something; if she weren't being taken by the stallion, she might have given in.

The wetness, the heat, that suddenly filled her, had Courage's eyes fluttering. She wasn't done, not by half, but her stallion was. She fed. She fed well. Courage squeezed and pushed backwards, getting the stallion's groin to plaster itself to her plot. Then the second big rush came. Energy and seed, both, rushed into Courage. She threw her head back and screamed her pleasure loudly.

With seed filling her cavity, and the energy she had taken from the stallion filling her metaphysical belly, Courage thought she was done. She took a step forward, then the second pulled herself off of him. A sharp pain blossomed at the back of Courage's neck, she wanted to look back, but only felt the stallion pulling, his teeth keeping a good mouthful of her mane and flesh.

He was too high when he crashed his body against hers again, the stallion's shaft shoved against her perineum, making her whimper. But he wouldn't be denied, and with his shaft still slick with his own and Courage's fluids, he shoved up and forward.

"B—" a second shove stole the middle of the word from Courage, "ck!" He was in her, breaching her bowels with the monster-sized shaft, and despite the stretching, and soreness, it felt good. Courage's eyes crossed, her forelegs gave way, and she braced her back legs to keep her plot up for him. He leaned over her, hunching forward and keeping hold of her neck. At her sides, Courage's wings beat limply with each thrust, until his groin found her croup. The claws on Courage's wings dug into the boat, gouging into the wood. Behind her, the stallion was working himself into a good pace.

Laying her head to the side, her tongue lolling out, Courage watched forms hidden in the mist, fighting like animals. Her memories flashed back to the worm-creature, and how animalistic she felt, but it wasn't anything like this. The ponies in the mist fought like damaged animals, biting, kicking, screaming silently at each other. Still, the stallion plugged her anus, leaving her only barely able to focus on the never-ending battle.

Wave after wave of power was shoved in, along with the stallion's shaft. It filled up all the places inside, it made her feel warm and sexy. Then he came again. She didn't imagine the power that flowed like a hurricane, she tightened her grip on the boat and clamped her own teeth to it. The ship felt a lot more solid, much more real to Courage. Her body coursed with power, power like a unicorn had never felt before.

The grip at her neck eased, and Courage felt the stallion back up. She was amazed to see he hadn't even seemed to miss a stroke with his oar. But as Courage was learning, being a succubus meant never being sated. "How does Cor do it?" She got up on shaking hooves, turned slowly around and eyed up the shrouded figure. "You, are the naughtiest stallion I have ever met." She walked toward him, the power inside now pouring out, re-energizing her body. "I am only new to this," she got close enough that her snout nearly touched the stallion's cowl, "is sex really meant to be this rejuvenating?"

"You are a succubus, in part. You would be a terrible one if you couldn't fuck for as long as you desired."

Courage froze at the return of the presence. A betting mare might think it was the ferrypony, but she doubted it. With power making her muscles buzz, Courage pounced forward, extending one wing to grab the stallion's side, and the other to grab the deck. She pulled him sideways and over—feeling solid mass under the cowl—until he was on his back. Leaning to the side, she closed her mouth on the oar that was falling. "You will want this." She didn't let go of it until his magic held it again.

She had to dig around in his robes, snouting cloth aside, until she found him. "Not all bones, I think I was lied to." She leaned in, the shaft—that had been retreating, due to his refractory period—trembled under her breath. "Oh, did you think we were done?" Courage rocked her body back along his barrel, shoving her plot into his face. "Because me? I'm not done."

The shaft tasted salty, musky, covered with his and her pleasure. She had expected more, since he had just taken her ass, but there was nothing to mar the perfection of his taste. Closing her mouth around what was going to grow into a monstrous girth, Courage bobbed down, slurping him deep into her mouth. So distracted was Courage, that she didn't even notice his tongue at her vulva, lapping at the mess he had made.

Each suckle, each slurp, only encouraged Courage further. She rolled him around in her mouth, as he grew, feeling his maleness claim more and more of her, pushing to the back of her throat. Inexperienced, she did what she could, adjusting her style whenever the slurp of energy from the stallion rose, she had become a quick study when it came to sex.

Finally, the sensation of his lapping along her lips sank through, and Courage groaned and gurgled around the flexing shaft, her tongue working from the bottom of her mouth. The strangest part, for the mare, was that she didn't seem to gag, or choke, even when she felt him plugging her neck completely.

Courage groaned and trembled as the stallion's tongue pressed past her lips, breaching the entrance to her vagina, and rewarding him with a small flood of their juices. She knew what she was doing was lewd beyond measure, but she didn't care—Courage was still hungry.

Bobbing her head, Courage started her own pace, setting a rhythm similar to what the stallion had used in both her back passages. She nursed and suckled, even ran her teeth carefully over his sensitive flesh. This time she got a warning. She watched his heavy orbs start to bounce, and reached up with her hooves. Giving each of the stallion's testes a gentle squeeze, in time with her suckling, she felt the moment he reached his peak. A rush of power poured into Courage, making her metaphysical stomach swell in a similar fashion to her real one. He was so far in her throat that she didn't have to swallow, she just needed to relax and let him give her everything.

In a split second things changed. Courage no longer was happy with what he was giving, and so she sucked hard on the stallion, her hooves giving a more forceful squeeze. With his snout mashing against her vulva, Courage growled around the meat, her eyes fluttering as she fed instinctively. But it wasn't to last forever, the flow down her throat cut short, and even Courage's attempts to nuzzle and lick the deflating shaft, failed to bring it back to full mast. "Aww…"

She realized the ferrypony's robes had slipped up, revealing the dark blue body of him. "You're a real pony… demon. You aren't a skeleton at all!"

"Don't tell anyone."

"Well, what's your name? Mine is C…" Courage quickly cleared her throat. "Mine is Balefire." She rolled to the side, or tried to; four strong limbs pinned Courage to the stallion's barrel, giving her nowhere to move.

"My name is nothing."

The lapping against Courage's rear lips had her give a soft groan, laying her head sideways on the stallion's groin. "You don't have… have to do that… Nothing."

"We aren't across yet. My ride is still due, and if you short me a second of this, I will pitch you into the Styx." Nothing gave Courage's plot a sharp smack. "So relax, my little winged beauty, and let me taste all of you."

He put his tongue back to work, and Courage suddenly had a guilty wish. Maybe I need to go back… did I forget anything? Her lips curled into a smile, and she opened her eyes to see the paddle still working. She just watched the wood work at the water, pushing them along, as Nothing lapped away any inclination she had to get free.

Author's Notes:

So I do this "Ask x" thing, x can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and I they will definitely hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories and of course, I they will answer the best question(s) in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer, try and keep it to one answer per post! I They will pick one question per chapter. (note, the commissioner will answer questions in the comments, since this is their OC)

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