Author’s note: It's worth mentioning that the incubus is the male counterpart to the succubus. I chose incubus as opposed to succubus because different genders would really mean different stories. The succubus story would probably end up with her being a prostitute or something, because that makes the most sense for a creature that needs to feed off of sex. Overall, I think a handsome, sexy stallion who just so happens to be a demon is a better story than some street corner slut. I apologize to all the pegasisters/female bronies in advance for the lack of a female option.

     It’s not easy to admit, but you finally make your decision, “…I wanna be an incubus”

     The lord of the dead snorts, “That’s going to be…interesting”

     “Yeah…” you rub the back of your neck awkwardly.

     “Well then,”-the lord of the dead claps his hooves together-“I suppose you should get started on your…incubusing, then...that's a fun word...I need to speak with Celestia on adding that to the Equestrian dictionary”

     You clear your throat loudly to get his attention.

     He rolls his eyes, "Fine, fine...let's hope you don't bore those fragile little ponies up there to death, Party-pooper"

     His horn glows a familiar dark green hue, before it explodes into a near-blinding white flash. On your way out, you think you hear him whisper, “Good luck”

     And then darkness. Nothing but darkness. No, wait, you’re just closing your eyes. How do you open those things again? Ah, there we go.

     You take a good look around. You’re sprawled out on a bed in a dark room with two sleeping mares next to you. You smell alcohol on their breath, and they look to be whimpering and squirming in their sleep…nightmares…an unfortunate side-effect of mating with an incubus.

     Hm.

     Whatever, they won’t remember what happened last night anyway.

     Speaking of which, what DID happen last night? You climb out of bed and walk toward the-

     Slap slap slap

     What- oh dear, morning wood...how embarrassing. You exit the room and emerge in a massive mansion-room with sleeping ponies scattered randomly around the floor amongst empty bottles of alcohol. Judging by the DJ stand with an unconscious mare slung over it, you can tell that this was probably a booming party last night.

     You exit the building, unsure of what your plan is at this point. You don’t even know where you are-

     A big, fancy road-sign on the highway near the mansion had “Welcome to Manehattan” sprawled in big letters.

     Looking past the sign you notice a metropolis of some sort that you can only guess is Manehattan.

     Wow, that was strangely convenient…almost as if you were in a story or something.

     As you head down the road, you notice a jingling sound at your side. Looking down, you see a decent-sized bag of bits slung at your hips. You smile and continue on toward the city, thanking yourself for not being completely incompetent.

     Upon entering, you realize that...you really have no objective. What's your goal in this new life of yours?

     “Well…I guess the first step would be to find somewhere to stay, then” you sigh, realizing that that will cost valuable money.

     You see a pony walking down the street, “Excuse me, do you know where I can find somewhere to stay in Manehattan for the night?”

     He raises an eyebrow, “Staying in Manehattan is expensive…the only hotels I can think of charge about 150 bits a night”

     Okey dokee, it looks like hotels aren’t an option. You know that you don't have enough bits for that.

     Well, you could always try living somewhere else...

     “Alright...well, do you know about trains, then?” you catch him as he’s about to walk off.

     He thinks for a moment, then responds, “I think the nearest town is Ponyville, so that’s probably the cheapest”

     “Thanks, any idea where the train station is, by chance?” you respond back and start to walk away.

     He points behind you.

     Turning around, you see a big sign with an arrow that says, “Train station this way”

     You walk up to the nearest booth and see a sign above it, displaying the fares. The stallion from before was right; Ponyville was the cheapest at only 20 bits, which you can easily afford.

     Well, you decide it’s probably best to weigh your options. If you stay in Manehattan and stay on the streets, you can save money. After all, if you get dirty, you can just shape shift into a cleaner pony, so there’s no need for showers. On the other hoof, Ponyville might be a cheaper place to rent an apartment in and find work. The city may be too difficult to work in.

Which will you choose?

Choice:

1. I wanna stay in the city, Baby! Click here.

2. I wanna start my new life in Ponyville! -20 bits Click here