A Deal to be Made
The Everfree was a home for many races once upon a life. It’s age far surpasses that of Equestria or its gods, and everyday new relics from old civilizations rise from the mire. Some are mundane, the same archeological finds that anypony will submit to a museum, or who enterprising archeologists comb the swamps and mires for. Others… Others come up with more to them. With warnings and secrets hidden deep within.
Xoquetel knew he was one such piece. He always had been, even for his old queen. A spirit kept within a diamond necklace, and used by empresses in order to exert their will. He was strong, capable, and a sorcerer in his own right. A power few could match or behold, but always limited by his spiritual form. By his need for contract and a host.
Of course, sometimes the host was merely a puppet, and as he crawled out of the diamond on the dresser, he suspected this one would be his newest shell. After all, the room was a disgusting, pink, like the setting sun’s sky. The floor was made soft and tender, covered in rugs that during his time would have cost king’s ransoms. They were the sort though that adorned corrupted officials, but never his greatest mistress.
It only got worse as it continued to examine the room. So many jewels and precious metals to house them that he could imagine armies of crafters being hard at work simply to feed this one empress’s greed. Her lust and laziness. That, or she could be a conqueror, which would be much nicer, but she had no armor in her closet. Just silk and dresses that disgusted a noble man like himself.
For a moment, he considered lighting them ablaze to announce his presence. Become visible to whoever possessed all of this wealth in a blaze of glory, and a show of power, but something felt off about all of this. It was all too regal, with odd contraptions adorning the room that he couldn’t properly evaluate. No, a subtler, safer approach would be best.
Besides, there was one thing he could assess, and upon first glance, this ‘empress’ was of fair build. Young, though his magic told him she was matured. Eighteen even, which was impressive for one that looked so soft. Then again, he had always enjoyed the softer ones. The ones who could submit under his fingers so easily while he enjoyed the sensations of their bosoms and asses. Yes, she had no strength, but she would at least be able to compensate him well.
When he checked her face though, we was caught off guard. The features were… wrong. The face was covered in what appeared to be fur, and her ears, instead of being at the side of her head, were instead at the top. It reminded him of a horse, but the fact that she herself was pink was preposterous! No human had ever looked as such, but… This one did.
He frowned for a moment, before discarding the questions. He could get answers to them easily enough, and with a flick of his wrist caused the blanket on top of her to fly off of her before folding itself into a neat rectangle in one of the corners of the room. After all, Xoquetel didn’t wish to anger his prospective shell, especially now that he could see the markings he needed upon her.
After all, all whom take the royal pendant of Xoquetel were cursed to submit to him. To have to make a contract, or die. She should have been able to read that on his pendant’s altar, but the fact that she hadn’t then performed the rights to bring him out, instead he had to do that himself, was a sign she likely couldn’t read. Or… Was it more accurate to say that she couldn’t read his language? Such was a problem when you had no idea how long you had slept, but that didn’t matter.
After all, she was still clearly female, and thus could make a contract with him. Now it was time to check that she could properly compensate him. Sate the desires that had kept the spirit on this plane of existence, and without sation would lead to him becoming malevolent and her destroyer. In fact, even now he could feel those darker thoughts filling his mind because he had been away from his altar for so long. The altar his greatest empress had made for him.
Dwelling on such past thoughts didn’t matter though. So, now, he lowered his hands and began deftly undoing the buttons on the pink mare’s nightshirt. By about the third he was filled with relief at the fact that she was indeed not wearing a bra. One host had tried to trick him by stuffing their shirt to make her more attractive, but this mare… This mare even beat his empress in size.
No, these breasts, he thought to himself as his hands went into her shirt, were larger than possibly any from back in his time. They were firm, to begin with, which none of the fat whores he had seen with this size could boast. Next was how his hands could sink into them. Even his greatest empress had ones that could barely fit well in his large hands, but these? His fingers came around them almost perfectly, and he could feel the soft flesh try to come over the side of his digits as he gave them a squeeze.
His fingers moved to her nipples next, pulling on them as he smiled to himself. They were already erect, and he could feel the mare beneath him shudder from the pleasure he knew all too well he gave women like this. After all, he’d had centuries of practice, and he loved to work on his craft. Thus he ground her nipples between his knuckles, smirking as the young mare as she continued to moan at him.
Yes, she would do well as a shell. Just like so many, they could not fathom his lust. Not when such thoughts were normally forbidden. It made for a good, at least supposed, test of will for the woman, and she was already failing. She could not deny his desires. Not that he was complaining. Such shells usually let him do more.
So, he lowered himself, his mouth opening to let out a long, black tongue that soon coiled around the mare’s nipple. A ‘curse’ from a demon he had once vanquished, most called it a monstrosity. He called it a blessing, as it let him tease the female form all the better as he slathered her breast with his own ectoplasm, and her body continued to shudder. She even began moaning about some buttons that she must have really liked. The vain woman would know her place soon and moan his name.
But simply tasting her nipple wasn’t enough. He desired more, especially of such easy prey, and so took ahold of her loose sleep pants and checked for underwear that he needed to hook onto. When he found none, he pulled away from her breasts and pulled her pants down. All while she slept. All while she enjoyed what she would likely call eternal torment like so many.
Really, Xoquetel kind of wished this last point wasn’t so true. Couldn’t they enjoy him playing with them? He’d be happy having a female ghost constantly sucking him off! Then again, when he’d been alive, he’d always been called a freak, so… He internally sighed, banishing the thoughts as he turned back to the mare’s thighs.
They were thin, leaving a gap between her legs, just as he always liked, and he could already see moisture beginning to form between them. It was… Tantalizing, to say the least, and his tongue flicked out of his mouth again as he lowered himself. It wouldn’t leave him able to talk the second she woke up, but he found that his mistresses were often more distracted by his large, thick tongue then even his well endowed shaft.
Pushing the first few inches in, and letting her folds guide him where to go, he hummed at how sweet she was. How clean she was, unlike so many of his own kind, and let his tongue begin to swirl around her insides. To collect as much of her juices as he could as he revelled in the taste, and the sounds of her ever increasing moans. The small squeaks and flinches that came with her sleeping form, until finally he knew her eyes would be opening and-
“Get off!”
Xoquetel felt his tongue smack the back of his mouth as it retracted from her. He shook his head, confused by what just happened, before he looked up.
Before him, the mare he had been toying with held a hand out, her form blazing with a golden aura. It reminded him of the traces of such power he would normally find back in his time, but this? This was almost overpowering, and he scowled as he fought against it, but could not begin touching her again.
At least, not until her brow furrowed and her eyes darted away from him. Her legs curled up as she reached for her blanket, and her confusion only caused the force that kept him away to shrink more. It wasn’t long that he took advantage of this, waiting for her to be in the middle of questioning herself when he grabbed ahold of one of her breasts and spoke with a voice that came out like a snake’s. Threatening, from all directions, but still a whisper that crept through the mind. “You disturbed my resting place, and now must submit to my wi-”
“That’s not fucking happening.”
The aura came back around the mare, but this time didn’t repel him. Instead, it pulled his hand in, forcing it to continue to stroke and squeeze her breast. Even as the mare let out a sultry moan, usually preserved for when a girl was a whore submitting to him, it didn’t move. It would have made him panic more if he knew that it was just a new magic. It had to be, and that meant he could learn to bend it to his will. Not that he was in a rush with how it forced him to act now.
How she reacted was… Wrong though. Girls were supposed to shriek. Woman were supposed to be shamed. And this one, so young, and barely legal, acted like his action was… Pleasant? Especially with the smile she gave him. “Sorry, but my father taught me that I bend to no one’s will. In fact, Xoquetel, you will bend to mine, just as anyone who crosses Diamond Tiara’s path does. Now, take off whatever invisibility spell you have so we can talk better.”
And there. Another moment of weakness from her that he used to grab her other breast and shove her to the bed. They were so soft and plump, and his form shook from the excitement of… All of this honestly. Of getting to play with one so strong, so sexy, but knowing that no matter what, he would get his compensation. This one may simply be more interesting then he had first believed.
He grinned at her as he made sure his nails dug into her skin before he hissed out again, “I am a spirit. One beyond your comprehension and power. Few have ever managed to find any level of control over me, and most simply find their minds destroyed. If you simply submit to my desires though, I promise that you’ll enjoy it a great deal.”
Diamond raised an eyebrow at him before smirking a little as she tried to disguise the fact that she did really enjoy his touch, even as… Strange as it was to have invisible fingers there. “Oh, I imagine you get plenty of takers with that sort of pitch. Look, if it’s a fuck you want, I can give it to you, but you’ve got to earn it. What do you have in return?”
And that was… Baffling. She wanted to fuck? Was willing to fuck? And then there was the fact that she was making this out as a real deal. Most girls just saw it as imprisonment, and only got to this point when he told them that they risked facing death otherwise. This… This was… pleasantly surprising, and so his form rippled in response.
Behind him, the room turned into a maelstrom of fire and sand, swirling before the two and earning a shriek from the mare that his hands were supposed to have done already. Xoquetel didn’t put on his most destructive shows on though. He could have. He could have thrashed apart the room before warning her that he would do the same to her, but instead, he did that which he did for those he saw as more… Interesting.
And Diamond Tiara’s eyes widened as, from nothing but magically conjured objects, a steaming, glass statue of her stood in the middle of the room before Xoquetel’s voice returned. “I enjoy two things. Being a part of what changes the world, which my powers make all too possible, and,” he said as his hands clenched harder on her chest, “the female form. I will give you this power if you give me your body. If you let me touch and play with you as I desire. What say ye?”
Diamond Tiara stared at the statue for a few moments, before laying down. “Are you being honest with me?”
He frowned a little at the question, before sighing a little. “Yes. I don’t like to admit my weaknesses as a spirit, but there are some that make parts of this deal inevitable. I must be allowed to fuck you. To play with your body like I didn’t get to in life. I have tacked on other stipulations in the past, but you are… Interesting. One who seems to have enough strength to change things, and thus, I shall be lenient.”
Diamond Tiara nodded to herself for a moment before looking back up at him. “I want one more thing. That… That you treat me as a friend. I know that may be a little weird with how I’ve talked, but…” She looked at his hands as they relaxed, and treated her breasts so much kinder, “I do not like to admit to my weaknesses much either, and even as I’ve tried to do better in this world, I find that I’m still so alone. People call me their friends, but…”
“They use you. The curse of so many rulers. I can make such people pay then. Flay their skins from their bodies, and then hang them up for all to see in a prayer to the gods.”
Diamond giggled a little at that before rolling her eyes. “Calm down. I don’t want to be feared, but… Maybe a little retribution would be in order.”
Xoquetel frowned a little, as usually this was his moderate answer, as at least then the bodies were used for something. Still, it was a sign that she accepted this, and he enjoyed it too, especially while in such a strange new era. “So, shall we make our bond permanent? Make it so that I am with you until you die?”
Diamond Tiara spread her legs a little as she smirked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me that means we’re going to fuck, because you left me fucking drenched.”
Xoquetel smiled as, well, a kiss would do. They simply must join together willingly after all, but a chance to fuck her… Well, he’s not about to pass up on that, and so brings his entire form closer so his cock can grind against her pussy. Her sweet moan made him shiver, before he chuckled from her saying, “Thought so.”
Not that she seemed to mind the slight lie as he bit into his lip. Her hips were lifting up, pressing against his shaft and sliding along it. Had she done this before? Was this time that different? Or had he finally moved on to the great beyond and this was his reward for all that he’d done? He didn’t know, nor did he entirely care as he put the tip of his cock onto her lower lips.
And slowly he pushed into her, a stream of desert wind escaping his lips. The light brown dust floated above the two as she trembled around his shaft. As her pussy massaged his cock, the two of them could feel a new joining come between them. Could feel a more thorough connection forming than simply a cock inside a mare.
For a moment, Diamond could see the tall, strong man above her. How little hair he had, and the dozens of glowing tattoos along his form. She could see the muscles he used to press down upon her. She could see his length and girth as it joined with her, instead of simply looking like she was being speared by nothing.
She also saw his joy though. A soft, uncaring grin as he looked down upon her, even as his hips picked up speed, and the only thing that kept her breasts in place were his hands. She shut her own, moaning sweetly as she smiled herself. She’d done this before, but then the stallion was scared, Scared of when his lie would be found out, and she’d been left with a bitter taste in her mouth even before the two parted.
This time though, she was left with none of that, even as she opened her eyes and could no longer see him. She could still feel him though. She felt as his presence pressed down against her, and their spirits continued to be stitched together. She opened her mouth, her body turning into a larger, raging fire with each thrust in, and she hoped he knew what to do. Knew what to do to make this perfect. He was plenty old enough to after all.
And, fortunately for her, he did. He normally never would though. It was too intimate, and he was just there for the sex. Xoquetel leaned in though, bringing his lips against hers while their tongues desperately fought for dominance. And it was that that made him do this. The fact that she shared in his hunger. His ambition. He needed this mare, and he was excited to see just what his new empress did as he slammed every inch of himself inside of her.
The two shuddered on the bed as their climaxes joined, and Diamond reached out to hold him. And, for her sake, Xoquetel allowed it. Allowed her to touch his form so she did not think he wasn’t there, even as his cock trembled inside of her, and his seed filled her womb. Or, his ectoplasm to be more exact, but either way it was warm, thick, and there was more than enough of it to make Diamond shudder harder against his form.
Hard enough that, when she finally stopped clenching him, she fell back, already sound asleep, even as small waves of ecstasy continued to shake through her body. It was a good sign, at least in his mind, and with a gesture Xoquetel brought her blanket back to her so she could rest in peace.
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“Those… Those aren’t real, are they, my empress?”
Diamond Tiara’s eye twitched at him praising Sweetie Belle’s chest. Not that she was surprised, as the ghost was completely obsessed with the female form, but she didn’t need her new servant and friend joining the train of thinking that Sweetie was the prettiest mare in Equestria. So what if she had tits bigger than most people’s heads? So what if they were somehow still perky? Hers were fine too!
She grimaced as she stared at the three, before looking down at the diamond on the pendant, wincing at the reminder. The reminder that her newest friend was from a stone that she had found in the Everfree, a place she went to because she was still alone. Because all of the friendship crap she’d been told to do never panned out.
And now she watched the cute, brown stallion she always wanted to talk to come up to that fucking whore of a songstress and talk to her about some new game they’d been trying out. Just like every week she supposed, and she just had to grin and bear it. Ignore the thoughts that were always there. Always telling her to go back to how she was.
Even Button Mash, with how innocent he was, couldn’t ignore Sweetie’s chest, and that just made it all the worse. Made the voices get louder. Made her want to give into them more…
She smiled a little before a smile she hadn’t put on for years came to her lips. After all, she merely wanted to share what everypony wanted, while helping keep her end of her deal with her new friend. No one could really hate her for that, right?
And that’s what she told herself as Xoquetel all too happily lifted up Sweetie Belle’s shirt and bra for everypony to see. There was a stunned silence as everypony just stood there, staring at the mare while she continued to talk to them. She only seemed to notice something was off when she looked down at Button, who was holding his nose as blood drooled between his fingers. She tilted her head and asked, “What’s wro-Ah!”
And then all hell really broke loose as the silence broke, and some people started reaching for phones, some, like Button Mash, fell over from overstimulation, and some tried to get her shirt back down. However, Xoquetel had his orders of five minutes, and he was all too happy to watch as her breasts bounced and jostled from all the movement.
Diamond especially liked it when she couldn’t properly cover the sack, when she knew she could do that for her own breasts. Unfortunately, the idiots around her pulling their phones out unfortunately ruined her fun.
After all, she was just trying to have some fun, not ruin the mare’s life. That… That was still old Tiara. Not her. Besides, her dad ran the main electronic’s store in Ponyville, so Xoquetel’s solution of blowing up everyone’s phone was more than okay with her.
And, just as she had always wanted to in her youth, while everyone panicked, she merely leaned back and enjoyed the chaos. At least, until she was reminded of Xoquetel’s tendency’s from a pinch on her breasts, and him teasing her about just how wet she was.
That was a small price to pay though to make school interesting for her again though, and she smiled as she wondered what she would do next.