Original Author: Anonymous Wed 06 Aug 2014 15:59:56 No.19113521
>You have to admit, the tune was pretty catchy.
>Mares dance with stallions, drowning the dance floor in a series of clips and clops, blaring noise and creating a dense atmosphere.
>You forgot why you were here. You had no partner with you. Fucking alien.
>The air is tense and your legs are shaky, and you can't help but break into a fit of moonwalking.
>Sliding over to the other side of the room, you seem to have attracted... a mare.
>And a terrible stench.
>A fat, pudgy pony more alike a cow approaches you, with a fucking chin tuft and wearing a fedora.
>Oh god. There's insufferable betas here too.
>"C-Care for a d-d-dance, m'sir?"
>Eh, what the fuck.
>You and the mysterious mare leave the club a few hours later, exhausted, and you somewhat disgusted. She kept trying to make moves on you the entire time, which you were sure to shoot down every time.
>"B-by the way, uhh, here's my gram number..."
>Staring at her for a few seconds, you decide that it's just not to get any more involved now, lest you trap yourself.
"Thanks, but I think we'll just be friends."
>You walk away later, the wind blowing against your hair, your body desperate for a wash.
>As you make your way to... Hmm, where tonight? You decide on Twilight's, you hear a voice behind you.
>"BUCKING FRIENDZONED AGAIN!"
>Why are all the guys acting like girls, and the girls like guys?
>You still pondered that question laying in a soft bed, snuggled up to Twilight, who turned out to be quite the dom.