This is a bad end, leading on from when the ferrypony mounted Courage for the second time.

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.

"No!" Courage thrashed around, shoving upwards, fighting against the weight of the big stallion. "Get off me! You had your ride. A ride for a ride!" And then, the mare did something that mares had been doing for time immemorial, when a stallion tried to solicit them without approval. One hoof raised, lifted high, and with all the power of a thunderbolt, lanced back.

The effect was immediate, the stallion's bite released, and when Courage bucked again he fell sideways, tumbling from her back and curling protectively into a little ball.

"Damn you, why did you have to make me do that?" Courage turned and bounced away, putting some room between herself and the stallion. She certainly wasn't ready for the ferrypony to stand up and glare at her. "Oh? What are you going to do about it now? I said stop, you should have stopped!"

"We had a deal." The big stallion's voice was deep. "While I ride, you ride." Getting his hooves under him, the ferrypony stood up, towering over Courage. "Get off my boat!"

A wall of force hit Courage, she dug her wing-claws into the boat, but in the end it was no good. Pitching sideways, her eyes flew wide as she was sent over the side. Spreading her wings, Courage thought she was fine; flapping hard, she discovered she wasn't. It was like the air just wouldn't catch, and Courage had time for an indignant grumble before she splashed down onto the water.

Courage froze, all four of her hooves were sitting atop the water. "What… the… buck?" She looked at the water, a shiver of fear running up her spine. A shape stepped out of the mist ahead of her, stepped faster and faster until it was in a full charge.

Translucent, the charging pony's face was pulled into a snarl. It literally couldn't miss Courage, and slammed into her.

The force of the collision ripped at Courage, tearing something from her. She felt anger rise, rage suffusing her being. Squaring off against her attacker, she didn't even think about how her hooves kept their footing, before she pounced at the strange, mist-like pony.

Another part of Courage stood still, watching as a ghost-image of herself had been driven from her body by the strange spirit. She watched her ghostly-self and the other ghost-pony start fighting, struggling. "What the buck…?"

The two ghosts ripped and bit, gouged and struggled. Pulling apart for a bare moment before leaping to clash again.

Courage lifted a hoof to walk toward the two, but the water seemed to suck at it, like she was walking through mud. Looked down, she saw that each of her hooves were now almost two inches down into the water, and sinking. Panic set in, Courage tried to yank her hooves free and get out of the "muddy" patch of water, but each time she did she sank down further. "H-Help!" She flailed and fought, struggling to get free, only to feel the first touch of the water on her belly. "Please! I… I'll do what you want!" Courage looked around for the boat, but couldn't see it.

Dark emotions welled up, like the water around her, the deeper Courage sank the worse she felt. The water got further and further up her body, touching her back, crawling up her neck, until at last she had to struggle to keep her mouth above it.

When the Styx lapped up and over her lips, Courage tried to scream, yelling at the top of her lungs to regain the life that was about to be sucked from her. At last, she felt water pour down, felt the darkness pour into her lungs, and into her mind.

She gasped, clawed with her wings, stomped her hooves, but no air filled Courage's lungs. A little late, Courage realized she could have called on Corignis, should have. As she sank down, she realized she wasn't actually dying, just constantly feeling like she was choking. Between convulsive gasps, she looked up, saw her own ghost on the surface, fighting with the others.

I wish I could fight, but I just… I want this to end… Courage looked around, suddenly seeing more bodies in the depths of the Styx. Pegasi, unicorns, earth ponies, everywhere. But I am part demon now, Corignis changed me… She felt an odd stirring inside, and swam toward the nearest body.

A dead-looking earth pony stared up at the surface with glassy eyes. Courage reached out a hoof and poked the drowned pony, only to see their eye twitch. They live still, but seem tormented…

Reaching her wings out, Courage grabbed the other pony, pulling them closer. A need filled her, driving her actions, and the pony in her grip didn't struggle at all. She closed her mouth around the drowned stallion's sheath, sucking and pushing her tongue up into it. It felt like eternity, but she felt a spark of reaction, a slight movement, before he started to fill her mouth.

Her demonic side flared with excitement, and Courage started her work in earnest. Nursing from the growing length, she used her hooves to massage his lower belly, forcing feeling into flesh that had given up. The pony didn't stand a chance, with her latched on and making him feel again, she had him trapped in her magic and soon, she tasted him.

Power, force, energy, it rushed into Courage, but there wasn't much. She sucked and drank with all her will, but it was enough. Letting go of the stallion, she watched them float to the bottom of the Styx, the dark waters stealing them from her. More…

It was hard to resist the needs of that succubus side, considering how completely her mortal-self had been suppressed by the legendary river. So she swam, she hunted, and soon she found another pony.

Courage slipped up to the mare, her eyes flashing. She spotted what she wanted, what she needed. Diving her head down between the mare's back legs, Courage latched on with her wings, and hugged her new target. The constant tearing at her lungs seemed background now, Courage didn't even think about the burning for air—she licked. Lapping, nuzzling, she worked her way down from their teats to their vulva.

The water came alive with flavor, musky and strong. Courage drank what she could, and started to focus more on the source of the musk. She drank not only the tainted water, but also the mare's essence. The succubus within Courage urged her on, grew stronger as the mare grew weaker. Nuzzling and lapping, Courage felt the mare's pleasure flare to full, gorging herself on the trapped soul's energy.

Letting her second meal float away, Courage felt the power change her, not enough to get her out of the Styx, but working with the cursed river. Turning to look at her body, she saw that her tail had grown out longer, and much thicker. Long, resembling a shark tail. More.

Courage found pony after pony. With her strong tail, she navigated the waters much easier, and the more power she got, the more perfect she became. Two more ponies, and she devolved her legs. Another one and her wings folded together into a fin on her back.

Tucking her forehooves up under her body, Courage hunted the waters of the Styx, hunger burning a hole in her belly. She sensed something, something much stronger than the almost-destroyed ponies that floated in the Styx. Swimming closer, she saw the dark wood slipping through the water above her. The boat, the ferrypony… I need to go up.

Courage could smell the stallion the moment her nose broke the water's surface. Flicking her tail, she launched up until her forehooves grabbed the side of the boat; the ferrypony wasn't alone. Her eyes locked on the bright spirit in the middle of the boat. She smiled, holding out a hoof.

"Stop!" The ferrypony held out a hoof, warding back the stallion who, unlike Courage, had paid him. "What do you want?" He stepped closer to the pony that shouldn't have been able to get out of the Styx.

Eying her former tormentor, Courage opened her snout to beg. "…" She coughed and spluttered, water pouring from her mouth constantly. She snapped her mouth closed, edged along the side of the ship until she was closer, and pointed under the ferrypony.

"You will leave us alone?"

Courage looked up, smiled, and nodded. When the stallion moved closer to the side of the ship, she didn't hesitate. Opening her mouth only long enough to press it against the stallion's sheath, she pushed her tongue out, into the opening, licking around the sensitive flesh.

The obliging shaft began to push into Courage's snout, and so she pulled her tongue back to greet it properly. Closing her eye, she reached up to grab onto the stallion, almost pulling her longer body from the water in her desire. He grew larger and larger in her mouth, but without the need to breathe she certainly didn't have any trouble taking all of him.

With one hoof grabbing hold of the stallion, Courage worked the other back a bit, rubbing his balls. All of it, all of him. I am so hungry… She sucked and slurped, massaging the big stallion's shaft and balls, working him to the height of pleasure. She felt the moment when the ferrypony was at his limit, when his balls churned under her hoof, when his body trembled, and his shaft surged.

Courage kicked with her tail, as hard as she could. She drank down the stallion's energy, even as she tipped him sideways, over the side of his precious boat. Her strong tail beat, and no matter how well the stallion struggled, he landed on the Styx.

Standing on the water, looking panicked, Courage watched as a charging ghost-spirit sighted him up and flashed their hooves. Hold still, don't move. I want you down there, with me. The ghost slammed into the ferrypony's side, ripping his spirit out. With a gurgling laugh, Courage arched her body up and shoved down on the stallion, pushing him under the water quickly.

Grabbing the stallion, Courage pushed him to his back and shoved herself down, against his belly. He started to push into her, but at the same time the stallion was panicking about breathing. Courage shoved down, claiming him, then leaned in and locked her lips against his—and blew.

The stallion thrashed for a moment, struggling to keep the last bit of air in his lungs, but it was no good, not with a shark-demon forcing water into him. His eyes rolled back in panic, his shaft surged inside Courage, causing the demoness to start to rock against him.

She worked her body down, feeling his belly poke her own, feeling him fill up every inch of her. While the stallion struggled feebly to get away, Courage drank, fed, and consumed him. When at last she felt his body prepare to fire again, she sank her power deep into him, anchoring on whatever was left after her last feeding.

He exploded into her, the influx of his seed to her body opening the way for Courage to drink him dry. Power, real power, poured into her. There was no way for Courage to use up all the power she was drinking, so she started to just absorb it, letting it fill her.

Courage let go of the stallion, felt his shaft fall from her body. He drifted down, his glassy eyes staring up at her. But of course Courage wasn't done, she could still sense the other soul on the boat. Licking her lips, she flicked her tail and swam back upwards.

Grabbing onto the side of the boat, Courage didn't care that she had destroyed the one way across the Styx, she didn't care about anything, except the tasty meal that awaited her. Staring at the pony huddled in the middle of the boat, she began to rock it, using her tail to drag it from one side to the other, until eventually it tipped all the way.

The creature's fear, as they landed on the surface of the Styx, was to Courage like blood was to a shark—she began to circle them.

Author's Notes:

Not the end, just what might have been if she wasn't quite as careful as she should have been. The ferrypony is no more, Charon will likely come hunting for what befell his son, meanwhile a hungry monster patrols the Styx, feeding on the sullen that drop beneath its surface.

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