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// The offer 
// Story: A curse in disguise 
// by Dream Quill 
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She never broke down like this before. Under other circumstances she would have worried that her scream could be heard, that some of her neighbors would call the police either for the thought that someone has been robbed or for disturbance of their peace by night.
But at this very moment she did not care.
How she ended up lying on the sidewalk, curling up just like a little baby would do, crying her heart out, she did not know. What the reason was was something completely different.
A moment of clarity and not a nice one.
She thought she showed it to nature that she overcame the bonds of her body. She thought that she became a woman finally. But in this one cruel moment she knew she would never be a real woman. Never ever would she have to “fear” that she goes into menstruation an never ever she could hope to feel the life of a newborn growing in her.
Her one and only true wish would never come true.

A tall, cloaked figure, standing away quite a distance, stared at her. It wore a ridiculously combination of a mantle, which seemed to be made of leather and what seemed to be a teapot as a hat. Despite the darkness of the night you could see one outstanding feature about this strange creature. In the Shadow its face was you could see two rows of almost shining white teeth curved up into a menacing smile. The most interesting thing about this smile was that it had a fang on just one side.
There was a sound like one would have snapped his fingers and the figure disappeared in thin air just to reappear in front of the broken woman. In this it made no sound nor disturbed the wind around it. It just was there in a blink of an eye. The woman did not notice it until a surprisingly slender Hand, that seemed to have only four digits, gently stroked down her hair.
Her crying did not stop and for some reason she was not even startled. She tried to speak and after some failed attempts she managed a barely audible whisper which somehow carried all her pain with it.

“Who are you…?”

What she could not notice, due to her eyes been shut, was that the smile grew wider for a moment, almost as it was savouring the taste of a good wine. After a few short seconds the smile split in half a surprisingly deep vibrating voice answered.

“Who I am, my child, is none of your concern as it is not my identity to be revealed that I am here for.”

The obviously male creature in front of her waited a moment for her to response or question his motives but it never happened. A minute or so passed in which he just kept on stroking her hair. He never was one to be patient but he forced his voice to remain calm.

“Say, little one, would you like to leave this cruel, unforgiving world which put you through so much?”

To his surprise her next words were not filled with fear as you would expect of such a statement.

“Are you going to kill me?”

He blinked, his “hand” on her hair stopping its stroking. Then he blinked again. A small surge of pain raced through his chest but he shook it off.

“No, why would I? What I have for you is an one-time offer, an opportunity you may say.”

He reached down with his other arm and tickled her nose with something that felt like a little fury ball. She opened her eyes which grew wide and her face took on a stunned expression.
In front of her face was not a hand there was a paw like one of a lion.
His chuckle made her to slowly turn her head and look in the face of what she thought was a man. Everything she could see in the dark of the night was his smile, his one-fanged smile she knew all too well.

“D-discord?”

The figure snapped his other “hand” which turned out to be an eagle talon as she could see it. The cloak and the teapot disappeared and sure enough the dragonequus in front of her stepped back a bit so she could take in his whole, slender and not matching body. He spread his arms wide and presented himself.

“Tadaa”

All she was capable of was staring at the supposed-to-be cartoon figure in front of her. Well he was not cartoony at all at the moment. She could see his fur consisting of millions of little hairs, the not so smooth surface of his hoof on his one leg and the probably lethal claws on his other.
Quite a time of unending staring the dragonequus blushed and giggled like a little schoolfilly, squirming a bit under her stare.

“Oh don’t look at me like that. You make me feel embarrassed.”

No reaction.

“Err… hello?” He glided through the air in a swift motion and landed on all fours by her side waving his talon in front of her eyes. “Somepony at home?”

This snapped her out of her stupor and the fangirl took over.

“Oh my gosh!”

She jumped to her feet pulling him with her in a tight hug that knocked the air out of him. She squealed like a little girl getting the gift she wanted really badly. He struggled to get out of her surprisingly strong grip and in the instant she remembered herself and let go off of him.
Blushing a little she stepped back a bit.

“S-sorry. I just- I…. wow. I really just met the god of chaos!”

He chuckled a bit at her antics and a pair of sunglasses appeared on his snout.

“Well well. We celebrities wear quite the burden.” He shook his head what made the sunglasses disappear like they were made of smoke. “But back to business.” 

He snapped his talons once more and right next to him a long scroll of parchment appeared out of nowhere with a already ink dropping quill by its side. On the parchment was seemingly a written contract but she could not read a single word of it for it was in a complete unknown language and letters she had never seen.
The skeptical and analytical part of her mind rang all bells of alarm that she got but all she could bring herself to was to ask a little question.

“What is this?”

He dismissively waved his paw. “What this? This is just a standard contract for transferring a being into a pony and a new life in Equestria.” His smile grew menacingly once more and his voice dropped a bit in pitch. “Interested?”

Now you may think that she would ask why this was happening to her and no one else, or how it was even possible.
But truth be told?
She grabbed the parchment out of his magic with so much force, that it nearly got ripped in two. She signed her name on the dotted line on the bottom of the contract and as soon as the quill left the parchment it disappeared into nothingness.
She was about to ask Discord what was now supposed to happen but he already leaned back and laughed out loud into the night. It reminded her quite a lot of a scene in the series and immediately her heart fell.

“What did I sign there?!”

Instead of an answer she got only a snap of his talon and then everything turned black.