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The Pact

by Crowley

Chapter 3: Part 3

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Grinning, she stands by your side, wrapping one of her jet black wings around you, giving you an alluring embrace.

“The benefits, my dear host, go far beyond what any other pony in the world could grant. The night itself would be our very toy. The lives of Equestria would be at our mercy, and our darkness would starve and wither the crops of those who‘d dare oppose us. With my help, you would be a prince! A king! An emperor! All I ask, my dear,” she fixes you with a flattering stare, looking as captivating as she can manage, “is that you willingly give me your body.”

Silently, you mulled over her offer, trying not to have her enchanting gaze drill into your mind. “It’s a big sacrifice on my part. Having to give up my body just so you can regain a solid form.”

“A worthwhile sacrifice, my host,” she leans closer to you when she sees you averting your gaze, close enough for her hypnotising breath to tease your senses, “I wouldn’t be asking you for something I wouldn’t do. It‘s just sharing for a while, after all. I‘ve done this all before, you know.”

It didn’t take you long to realise what she was doing; all of her sly hints, her seduction, her charm, all attempts to make you agree with her. To forfeit yourself to her. The worst part of it? You know all too well that it’s working.

Whatever spell she had cast upon you to make you agree, it has your free will by the neck. Maybe it was because she was already inside your mind. Could it be you had no choice from the start?

Your quick thinking, combined with your infatuation for your invader, gives you an idea; if nothing else, you might as well go out with a laugh.

“Alright. I’ll do it.” you resign, “For you, Nightmare Moon, I‘d gladly give you what you want.”

A cackle, thinly disguised as a giggle, escapes from her tempting lips, “Why, thank you! I always knew I could depend on your kindness, my dear ho-”

“On one condition.” You raise a hoof to cut her off mid-gloat. She freezes, knowing that this isn’t how it should have gone. Nonetheless, she straightens herself out and resumes her soft demeanour.

“Name it, dear,” she nonchalantly affirms, “Name anything in the world, and I shall make it possible. Anything.”

You look back into her manipulative eyes, “I’d be honoured to let you take my body, if - and only if - you let me take yours.” you finish with a smirk.

A moment of silence crawls by as she tries to make sense of what you had just asked of her.

“I, um, I don’t understand,” she says as politely as she can muster, “I’ve already told you that I don’t have a body of my own, that’s why I need-”

Her expression suddenly drops all traces of emotion when she realises what you meant by that. You could almost see her black face turning red.

“Y-you mean this body? This representation? You’re kidding, right?”

You shake your head from side to side in reply, retaining that same cheeky smirk.

“You honestly want to… be intimate… with it? With me? Right here, while we’re inside your head?”

You nod. “Need I remind you that you said you’d do ‘anything’ for me?” Things start to look a little less grim by now; you had her caught out by her own deal. Either she was going to refuse, and therefore let you keep your body, or she was going to make it the best bodily possession ever. There seems to be an upside to both.

“You’re mad, earth pony. You’re insane. This isn‘t my real body, you know! It doesn‘t exist! We’re inside your mind, we’re nonexistent here! Imaginary!”

“You expect me to give my real body to you when you can’t even give me your false one?” you retort, “I thought we had something special, Nightmare. I thought you wanted me to be ‘your dear host’.”

The fiendish mare opens her mouth to argue back, freezes, then closes it again. After two more failed attempts at reciprocating, she simply lets out a cry of frustration, kicks the mist-covered floor in anger via her fore-hoof, and lies on her back, among the dark, blue swirls of smoke, with a despondent snarl. You just stand and watch her unexplained reaction.

“Um, what? What exactly are y-”

“Are all ponies from in your time period this stupid!?” she snaps at you, the low growl of anger prominent in her voice, “I’m fulfilling my part of the bargain; if I don’t, where else would I be able to go? Back in that cramped bottle? Or perhaps I’ll just wither and die without a host! So go right ahead, pervert! You win! You can take me!”

Then, to your total surprise, she furiously and unceremoniously thrusts her hind legs upwards and apart to punctuate her point; “Hurry up then! Hop on and hump to your heart’s content! It‘s not like I was planning to end a one-thousand-year abstinence with anypony rich or important! No, a scruffy, perverse earth pony who sniffs around old caves and dusty ruins will do me just damn fine-!”

“Whoa, calm down!” you decide to put a stop her ranting before you end up with an evil, immortal beast having a tantrum in your head. This isn’t exactly how you thought it would pan out when you planned this. Not that you’d call it a plan. “Can we at least talk this over-?”

“Argh, what is there to talk about?” she lets out a frustrated sigh, lowering her rear legs, yet remaining on her back, “I used to have a princess for a host, you know. An alicorn princess! And now here I lie in front of a polar opposite; a peasant. An earth pony peasant who doesn’t even respect me enough to let me reside any further than his dreams without having me perform the circus act of intercourse with him. As if I could take a bigger fall from grace…”

“Nightmare,” deep down, you realise just how much her loss had hit her. From riches to rags, as the old story would go. An old story that you, as a treasure hunter, knew only too well. “I‘m sorry about that, I shouldn't have-”

“Listen to me, little mortal,” she cuts you off, standing herself up from her lying position, “If you really don’t want me to take your body, I can honour that. I’ll leave, once I find a more willing volunteer. But I need you to find that somepony for me first. In the meantime, if I could just rest in your head while I recover from my disgrace, perhaps-”

Of all the things Nightmare Moon was expecting you to do, she was not expecting what came next.

Slowly, you push yourself onto your hind legs in an attempt to bolster your height (she was a large creature after all; a large, beautiful creature) and wrap your fore-hooves around her. Whether the warmth of her body is due to a deep hospitality lying within, or a fiery heat that burned with a touch of malice, you can’t tell.

“What the-? What in Equestria are you doing? I didn’t ask for-”

Her words trail off as your embrace tightens around her, any lucid speech drawing to a complete stop when she realises a sharp, simple truth;

This is the first time she’d been hugged in over one thousand years.

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