CYOC: Miss Nightmare Bikini Contest

You decide that perhaps playing with forces beyond your understanding is not the wisest idea. So what are you going to do now? You ask them what they are planning to do now that they know what happened. You weren’t about to do anything that might harm yourself just to give these mares back their powers.

“Should be easy enough to fix,” the shadow smoke creature replied. “Your body was not made to contain our beloved queen’s powers, so it would be just a matter of willingly giving up the power.”

“Right, you heard him,” Nightmare Moon said. “Just give me back my power and I’ll deal with this fake harlot queen. Once she’s out of the way, I can send you back home.”

“Hang on a moment!” Nightmare Rarity objected. “Why should he give you the power?”

Nightmare Moon rolled her eyes. “Because it’s my power, obviously. Plus, I’m the only person who can send him back home.”

“That’s not true! If he gives me the power, I can send him home.”

“You? You don’t even know where his home is!”

“And you do?”

“I know enough. Besides, between the two of us I am the only one he could possibly trust with that power. You’d just backstab him like the treacherous whore that you are.”

Nightmare Rarity gasped at Nightmare Moon’s words. She then placed her hand on her chest and took a defiant posture towards Nightmare Moon. “I would never do such a thing! I only behaved a bit… ill-mannered, because I thought that you two were…”

Nightmare Moon raised an eyebrow. “Were what?”

“Well, you know what they say needing ‘help’ around the lonely castle. Something about ‘cleaning the cobwebs’ and all that?”

“From him?” Nightmare Moon narrowed her eyes at Nightmare Rarity. “He’s a mistake. One that I promise will fix should he return my powers. But I am growing impatient on waiting.” She then fixed her gaze upon you. “Give me back my power, now!”

As a reaction to Nightmare Moon’s yelling, you took a step back. However, you found that Nightmare Rarity had moved from beside Nightmare Moon to beside you while you were looking at Nightmare Moon. “You see what she thinks of you? ‘A Mistake’. Something that needs ‘fixing’. Does this sound like the words from someone who thinks much of you? Someone who would keep their word to you? Once she has her powers back, she’ll toss you into the dungeon and forget about you. But I can return you home. I have no need to keep you here, should you wish to leave. I am as generous as I am beautiful. Ask any of my subjects. Subjects, that I might add, who choose me over her.”

“Stop filling his head with nonsense!” Nightmare Moon demanded.

Nightmare Rarity pressed her warm chest against your back and caressed the side of your cheek from behind with her hand. “I’m only letting him take his time in seeing the whole picture. Why are you in such a rush, Moony? Are you afraid he’ll realize the truth? That you’re the backstabbing harpy who can’t be trusted with any sort of power?”

Nightmare Moon and Nightmare Rarity continued to argue with one another between you. It was quite clear it would be a difficult choice to choose which of them to trust with the power. But you didn’t have time to get to know both of them well enough to make a decision. Only one answer came to your mind: you were going to have to hold a contest.

“A contest?” Nightmare Moon asked.

Nightmare Rarity clapped her hands together. “What a wonderful idea!” She then began to pace back and forth around the throne room muttering how magnificent she would look beating Nightmare Moon in front of all her faithful subjects. Her pacing stopped when a realization came to her. “Just what kind of contest did you have in mind?”

Nightmare Moon gave a suspicious look towards you. “Yes, tell us. What did you have in mind?”

A Bikini Contest.