CYOC: Miss Nightmare Bikini Contest

“… A Bikini Contest.” Nightmare Moon repeated with a surprisingly calm look on her face. It changed to a face of anger as she grabs you by your shirt and pulls you closer to your face. “A BIKINI CONTEST? You would dare to mock me, Nightmare Moon, with such a demeaning competition? I am not your play thing! I am not some desperate lonely school filly to be used by your perverted whim and ogled at for your pleasure! I am a queen, not some courtesan!”

You heard Nightmare Rarity say your name and comment that the idea was ‘pretty bad’. “I mean, you have to at least come up with a contest that Moony has even the smallest chance of winning. This one just isn’t fair to her.”

You felt Nightmare Moon grip on you slowly give away as a look of shock began to spread across her face. “What do you mean by that?” she asked without turning around.

“Come on Moony, it should be pretty obvious even to you. I mean even if you weren’t going up against moi, you still don’t have a chance to win. You’re like, what, one hundred years old? A thousand? How can you compete in such a contest when you’re so old? You also don’t have the body for it, darling. All those ‘moon pies’, or whatever you ate before I came along, just didn’t keep you in good shape. Plus I haven’t even touched on how absolutely unappealing a person you are. Why, you wouldn’t know how to have a good time if it bit you, so obviously you wouldn’t know the first thing about winning such a contest. You don’t have the ‘hot’ personality to wear such an outfit with any real style. Who in their right mind would ever let someone like you win such a contest about beauty? Going up against you in such a contest would be so easy; it would take away all the joy of beating you. We should move on to something that would prove to be a real challenge.”

You watched Nightmare Moon slowly become angrier and angrier as Nightmare Rarity listed off each reason she believed that Nightmare Moon couldn’t possibly win such a contest. Finally, Nightmare Moon marched over to Nightmare Rarity, who was too busy listing other contests Nightmare Moon might have a slight better chance at winning to notice. Standing side by side, you noticed that Nightmare Moon was slightly taller than Nightmare Rarity. When Nightmare Rarity finally took noticed of the angry Nightmare Moon, her reaction caused her to appear to shrink in the towering presence of Nightmare Moon.

Nightmare Rarity flinched as Nightmare Moon closed the distance between the two of them and gave a death glare at her opponent. “It. Is. ON!” Nightmare Moon said with a spiteful voice.

Regaining her composure, Nightmare Rarity smiled and pushed her chest forward, shoving Nightmare Moon back with her perky breasts. “You sure about this, Moony? No one is going to fault you for picking something you actually good at.”

Nightmare Moon regained her balance and decided to fight Nightmare Rarity at her own game. Nightmare Moon pushed her breasts together with her hands and pressed her breasts against Nightmare Rarity’s, causing Nightmare Rarity to attempt to keep balance. “I’m positive about this. I am still queen after all. I don’t need to flaunt my beauty like some common cheap slut to make myself seem ‘more beautiful’. And I must admit I will enjoy the look on your face when you realize you aren’t as beautiful as you think you are. It will be a better punishment than anything I could bring upon you.”

The two mares simply stood there, glaring at each other with wicked smiles on their faces as their lush breasts rubbed against each other with each breath they took. The sight was pretty titillating for you, even with all the clothing in the way. After what seemed like a glorious eternity of silence, Nightmare Rarity backed away from Nightmare Moon to clap her hands together, summoning her shadow smoke servants to her side. “Build us a stage worthy of our stature. Tomorrow, we shall see who is rightfully queen.” Neither one of them broke eye contact the entire time, but their wicked smiles grew to wicked grins.

You were given a room to rest until the time of the contest. This would have been a good time to plan on what your next move would be, but your mind was racing with the perverted anticipation of seeing those two lovely mares in a bikini. It seems as though luck was on your side, so you were confident you’d be able to handle any issues that showed up tomorrow the same way. You relaxed in your room and drifted off to sleep.

The following day began with one of the servants serves you a rather strange meal. It looked like moon rocks that had someone been watered down to be mushy. Then again, what were you expecting them to serve on the moon? The meal itself tasted quite bland, but wasn’t unappealing.

You were then shown to stage that was built outside the castle. Your judge seat was place directly at the center of the stage facing it. You sat down and waited for the contestants to arrive.

Nightmare Moon was the first you saw, walking up on stage with a less than amused look on her face. You couldn’t help but grin in delight at the sight of her. She wore string bikini, which color matched the pair of marking she had on both sides of her flank. The top had multiple strings between the two triangle fabrics, as if to claim that Nightmare Moon’s breasts could not be simply contained with just a single piece. Two large pair of straps held the rest of the bikini top on Nightmare Moon, one pair going around her sides to her back, the other above her shoulders. Her bikini bottoms were held up by a single pair of string, tided up at the sides of her hips like a bow, giving an appearance as if she was a present just waiting to be unwrapped.

Nightmare Moon looked like she was about to say something, most likely dealing with how you were staring at her if you were to guess, but ended up changing her mind and closing her mouth. It was quite clear she didn’t like all this attention you were giving her. Or at least, she did not want to show you she liked it. For a brief moment, you could have sworn Nightmare Moon was blushing with a smile. But it must have been your imagination.

“Where’s that hot aired bimbo?” Nightmare Moon asked, apparently wanting to change things up so you wouldn’t simply stare at her all day. “If she has backed out of this already, she could have simply said something to not waste my time. Then again, what more could you expect from someone who is all talk.”

“Perfection is something that takes time, Moony. Not that you’ve ever known anything like that,” came the voice of Nightmare Rarity as she appeared behind the stage and walked on from the other side. Your mouth dropped once more at her appearance.

Nightmare Rarity had chosen to go for a pretzelkini style of bikini! The white straps wrapped around her neck with a criss-cross before wrapping around her ample bosoms, covering up her perky nipples before leading behind her midriff. The straps attached themselves to another pair of straps, which held up her white g-string micro thong. The entire bikini left Nightmare Rarity showing off as much skin as she could, while covering up only what she needed ‘necessary’, leaving very little imagination needed to picture what she would look like naked.

Nightmare Moon was furious at the sight. “That’s not a bikini!” She yelled out.

“Of course it is, Moony,” Nightmare Rarity answered without even bothering to look at Nightmare Moon. Her gaze was fixed on you and your reaction to her. “It just happens to be a more modern style. It’s not surprising that you don’t recognize it as such. What with you being so out of touch with society and people. You spend too much time locked away in your little moon tower and….” Nightmare Rarity paused to think for a moment. “What is it that you even do again?”

Nightmare Moon entire body seemed to shake with rage at Nightmare Rarity’s words. But she soon calmed herself down and replied with a grin. “Fine. I will just show off how to be as radiant as the moon itself. You can continue to show off how you are a just a cheap attention whore.”

“Hey!” Nightmare Rarity yelled, finally turning to face Nightmare Moon. “I am not cheap! This outfit is quite expensive. A price fit for a queen, I’ll have you know.”

“So you admit to the rest it then?”

Nightmare Rarity smiled at Nightmare Moon. “I’ll be whatever I have to. I’m here to win, Moony. Not just for me, mind you. But for all my loyal subjects!” A small crowd of shadow servants cheered at Nightmare Rarity’s words from behind you. You had not noticed them gathering until now, what with being distracted by the display in front of you. “For the good of –my- kingdom, I would sacrifice anything, even my modesty.”

“I’m here to win as well. To reclaim my kingdom and power from you, I’ll take on any task.”

“Then you’d best start realising who you’re up against, Moony. Because when I say I’d do anything for my beloved subjects, I do mean….” Nightmare Rarity turned to face you as she let her hands slide up from her firm flanks towards her rounded breasts. She pushed her thumbs under the straps, pushing them slightly forward, taunting you with the thought of pushing the straps to the side and giving her entire breasts some freedom. As she looked you in the eyes with a smile, she finished off her sentence with a seductive voice. “Anything.”

Nightmare Moon attempted to keep her smile lasting as she spoke. “Whatever the task is, not only will I take it, I will do a better job than you.”

This caused Nightmare Rarity to let out a laugh. “We shall see.”

The two mares stared down at you. “So ‘judge’…” began Nightmare Rarity.

“… What is the task of this contest?” Nightmare Moon finished.

That’s a good question. What will you have them do to judge them properly?

Judge them by having them ‘show off their stuff’ on stage.

Judge them on a walk across a Runway.

Judge them by having them pose like they were at the beach.