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Friday nights were always the busiest at the Galloping Star. Ponies got together in order to celebrate the start of the weekend at one of the many bars Canterlot provided. Big Mac sighed, it was far too busy for his liking. It wasn’t nearly elbow to elbow but it was much more packed than the few bars Ponyville had. He took a long sip of his hard apple cider then placed it back down on the table, the liquid sloshed against the inside of the wooden mug. The air smelled sweetly of liquor and expensive perfume. Applejack probably wouldn’t approve of her big brother downing his second drink so quickly but the hustling and bustling pushed the strong stallion to drink. No family, no friends, his only companion in this city was the brew of the town. He gazed deeply down into the yellowish liquid, his reflection glared back from the cluster of the dozens of bubbles created by the cider’s foam. Big Mac sighed again while his fingers tightened around the iron handle of the cup.
This wasn’t his scene but the farm’s apples had to be delivered to Canterlot and lately Big Mac was the only one who could do it. He took another drink and groaned slightly as he thought of the delivery company they had hired. They certainly weren’t bad folks but they just couldn’t keep up with the amount of apple products his family created. Big Mac leaned back against the cushioned seat while his mind debated acquiring a new drink. All of a sudden Big Mac could think straight, not because of the alcohol clouding his mind but because it was silent. The consolidation of conversations transformed into a muted gallery. For the briefest of moments the patrons of the Galloping Star could hear the door close, this was enough for Big Mac to look at who demanded the silence. The red stallion’s eyes widen in surprise and awe, like a sight that commonly appeared on foals during Hearth Warming Eve.
The door slowly closed and the mare browsed the audience of drinkers. Her vertically slitted crimson eyes looked from one corner of the bar to the other. She knew what they were looking at, despite many attempting not to be conspicuous. They turned back to their friends or drinks but the newcomer had already made quite the impression on the bar. She wore a long red dress that glittered like the stars in the night. The ends of the dress barely hovered above the stained floor of the dark brown wood of the tavern. The wide slit on the left of her dress started just above a pink bat cutie mark and went all the way down, exposing more of her leg as it descended to the ground. Her mane was pink, wild yet it was tamed and conditioned into a nearly perfect arch over the right side of her face which hid the other bat-like ear of hers. A pair of leathery wings were folded tightly together upon the mare’s bare pale yellow back hiding the back of her shoulders. Her watermelon sized breasts were tightly pushed up by the dress which only emphasized the curvy figure of the mare.
“F-fluttershy?” Big Mac stuttered. Unlike the rest of the crowd he couldn’t take his eyes off her. His mind buzzed with thoughts of both confusion and joy at seeing someone he recognized in this unfamiliar city. He didn’t mind the fact she seemed different but Big Mac dismissed that to the alcohol’s influence. Big Mac’s mind wasn’t play tricks on him however, who he saw wasn’t simply Fluttershy but instead Flutterbat. She took a couple gingerly steps before breaking into long strides to show off her leg through the dress’ exposed flank, which flowed smoother than Celestia’s mane. Her red heels clicked against the wooden floor with each step. With every subtle movement Flutterbat took her dress sparkled and shimmered as it reflected the tender lights within the establishment. The journey ended once she approached the bartender.
“One apple martini please,” Her voice was still as sweet as Fluttershy, but it wasn’t was quiet or timid- it felt more demanding. The stallion nodded, crafting the succulent drink within moments then handing it to his customer. Flutterbat placed a few bits on the bar top then briskly took the drink by the stem of the cocktail glass. Her gloved finger adjusted the impaled olive so not to poke her face as she sipped her treat. Her fangs were briefly exposed each time her lips touched the rim of the glass. As she drank her attention deviated to the pair of eyes which had the adamant stare of someone who was longing for a friend in the foreign land. Flutterbat’s lips parted into a gleeful smile that exposed her fangs for the briefest of seconds. She tightened the grip on the stem of the martini glass then made her way through the crowd to Big Mac’s table. Her movement was brisk and smooth, Flutterbat moved through the crowd like water through a river.
The bar was once again loud. Brimming with discussions like a jug of freshly squeezed apple juice. Flutterbat had to adjust her large ears to focus in on the few words that Big Mac were able to muster. Her huge boobs squished against the table which made her tight dress maneuver away from her nipples. Indeed her private brown nipple peeked from the side of her dress.
“What brings ya here Fluttershy?” He asked. It was always hard to tell when Big Mac blushed, he was so difficult to read because of his impassive nature. Flutterbat’s crimson eyes looked over the stallion, she preferred when he was just wearing casual farm overalls. His formal shirt didn’t suit him well.
“I was visiting Rarity’s shop today and thought I should explore the night life that Canterlot offers,” She explained, the first part was a little white lie. She raised a finger to the bartender and motioned to the mug of cider Big Mac had been drinking, she then gestured for ‘two’ and mouthed the words. He seemed to acknowledge the request.
“Then what’s with the uh… dress?” He asked, Big Mac’s eyes curiously looked over the mare’s alluring outfit. His cheeks gained a slightly deeper red as he perceived the obvious nipple slip. His eyes quickly looked back up to Flutterbat, barely avoiding being caught in a lecherous act.
“Again you can blame Rarity. She made me try it on then rushed out before I could return it. A shame but I suppose it does suit me,” Flutterbat’s honeyed words trickled into truth for the stallion, her gloved hand shifted across her bosom as she spoke. Big Mac bought every word she said, one Fluttershy was a friend, why would she lie? And two, she was the only pony he knew in Canterlot. Indeed Flutterbat barely had to put any effort into her deceit, it was easier than picking apples from an orchard. The two drinks arrived at their table, Big Mac thanked the server as his robust hand took the handle. He brought the drink to his mouth, drinking deeply until only a little bit of foam lingered upon his cheek. Flutterbat pushed the second cup to him contently, the right of her mouth curled into a vile half grin. The second drink would take a little longer without any pressure.
“What about you? I’m surprised to see you in Canterlot. It doesn’t seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” Flutterbat questioned coolly.
“Needed to deliver some apples mah self,” He answered. Flutterbat pushed the stallion to drink again with a few gestures of her sensuous eyes. Big Mac was an easy target to lure to her lair however getting him into a vulnerable state was far more difficult. Most stallions would be out drunk by now but Big Mac remained strong amid his liquor. Her own martini glass was dry save for the olive she left in the glass. Her mind pondered a little, perhaps he simply was good at feigning sobriety? Flutterbat raised an eyebrow in thought which piqued Big Mac’s interest.
“Something wrong Fluttershy?” He asked.
“No, no… I just think it’s getting a little late,” She answered, then placed the tooth pick in her mouth and used her tongue to pull the olive off. She swallowed the olive whole, not bothering to chew it, Big Mac was able to track the food’s travel down her throat. Flutterbat dropped the toothpick into the martini glass with a satisfying ‘ting’ of the glass.
“Would you like to return home with me? It will save you a hotel fee,” Flutterbat offered as she stood up from the table. At last she noticed her wardrobe malfunction and quickly remedied it yet she was as shameless as a stripper showing no regret for the length of time she was exposed.
“Eeyup,” He simply replied and stood up. However his movement wasn’t smooth, in fact, Big Mac stumbled ever so slightly. Flutterbat’s keen eyes grew wide in delight, he was inebriated! Perhaps not to the point where there would be no resistance, but enough to ensure that she would have his way over the vigorous stallion. Her leathery wings unfurled themselves in excitement but Flutterbat preserved enough of herself so not to exposed her true motives.
“Do you need a hand?” She offered.
“No… no, Ah’m fine,” Big Mac answered as he stepped towards the exit. Flutterbat followed behind him, hands just above her pink tail and folded together. She watched each movement of the stallion to gauge how much effort would be needed this night.
Princess Luna peered out from her cloud. “What a sweet dream… or nightmare? It’s getting harder to tell lately,” She sighed and created a small rift in the dreamscape to explore the next dream.
This wasn’t his scene but the farm’s apples had to be delivered to Canterlot and lately Big Mac was the only one who could do it. He took another drink and groaned slightly as he thought of the delivery company they had hired. They certainly weren’t bad folks but they just couldn’t keep up with the amount of apple products his family created. Big Mac leaned back against the cushioned seat while his mind debated acquiring a new drink. All of a sudden Big Mac could think straight, not because of the alcohol clouding his mind but because it was silent. The consolidation of conversations transformed into a muted gallery. For the briefest of moments the patrons of the Galloping Star could hear the door close, this was enough for Big Mac to look at who demanded the silence. The red stallion’s eyes widen in surprise and awe, like a sight that commonly appeared on foals during Hearth Warming Eve.
The door slowly closed and the mare browsed the audience of drinkers. Her vertically slitted crimson eyes looked from one corner of the bar to the other. She knew what they were looking at, despite many attempting not to be conspicuous. They turned back to their friends or drinks but the newcomer had already made quite the impression on the bar. She wore a long red dress that glittered like the stars in the night. The ends of the dress barely hovered above the stained floor of the dark brown wood of the tavern. The wide slit on the left of her dress started just above a pink bat cutie mark and went all the way down, exposing more of her leg as it descended to the ground. Her mane was pink, wild yet it was tamed and conditioned into a nearly perfect arch over the right side of her face which hid the other bat-like ear of hers. A pair of leathery wings were folded tightly together upon the mare’s bare pale yellow back hiding the back of her shoulders. Her watermelon sized breasts were tightly pushed up by the dress which only emphasized the curvy figure of the mare.
“F-fluttershy?” Big Mac stuttered. Unlike the rest of the crowd he couldn’t take his eyes off her. His mind buzzed with thoughts of both confusion and joy at seeing someone he recognized in this unfamiliar city. He didn’t mind the fact she seemed different but Big Mac dismissed that to the alcohol’s influence. Big Mac’s mind wasn’t play tricks on him however, who he saw wasn’t simply Fluttershy but instead Flutterbat. She took a couple gingerly steps before breaking into long strides to show off her leg through the dress’ exposed flank, which flowed smoother than Celestia’s mane. Her red heels clicked against the wooden floor with each step. With every subtle movement Flutterbat took her dress sparkled and shimmered as it reflected the tender lights within the establishment. The journey ended once she approached the bartender.
“One apple martini please,” Her voice was still as sweet as Fluttershy, but it wasn’t was quiet or timid- it felt more demanding. The stallion nodded, crafting the succulent drink within moments then handing it to his customer. Flutterbat placed a few bits on the bar top then briskly took the drink by the stem of the cocktail glass. Her gloved finger adjusted the impaled olive so not to poke her face as she sipped her treat. Her fangs were briefly exposed each time her lips touched the rim of the glass. As she drank her attention deviated to the pair of eyes which had the adamant stare of someone who was longing for a friend in the foreign land. Flutterbat’s lips parted into a gleeful smile that exposed her fangs for the briefest of seconds. She tightened the grip on the stem of the martini glass then made her way through the crowd to Big Mac’s table. Her movement was brisk and smooth, Flutterbat moved through the crowd like water through a river.
The bar was once again loud. Brimming with discussions like a jug of freshly squeezed apple juice. Flutterbat had to adjust her large ears to focus in on the few words that Big Mac were able to muster. Her huge boobs squished against the table which made her tight dress maneuver away from her nipples. Indeed her private brown nipple peeked from the side of her dress.
“What brings ya here Fluttershy?” He asked. It was always hard to tell when Big Mac blushed, he was so difficult to read because of his impassive nature. Flutterbat’s crimson eyes looked over the stallion, she preferred when he was just wearing casual farm overalls. His formal shirt didn’t suit him well.
“I was visiting Rarity’s shop today and thought I should explore the night life that Canterlot offers,” She explained, the first part was a little white lie. She raised a finger to the bartender and motioned to the mug of cider Big Mac had been drinking, she then gestured for ‘two’ and mouthed the words. He seemed to acknowledge the request.
“Then what’s with the uh… dress?” He asked, Big Mac’s eyes curiously looked over the mare’s alluring outfit. His cheeks gained a slightly deeper red as he perceived the obvious nipple slip. His eyes quickly looked back up to Flutterbat, barely avoiding being caught in a lecherous act.
“Again you can blame Rarity. She made me try it on then rushed out before I could return it. A shame but I suppose it does suit me,” Flutterbat’s honeyed words trickled into truth for the stallion, her gloved hand shifted across her bosom as she spoke. Big Mac bought every word she said, one Fluttershy was a friend, why would she lie? And two, she was the only pony he knew in Canterlot. Indeed Flutterbat barely had to put any effort into her deceit, it was easier than picking apples from an orchard. The two drinks arrived at their table, Big Mac thanked the server as his robust hand took the handle. He brought the drink to his mouth, drinking deeply until only a little bit of foam lingered upon his cheek. Flutterbat pushed the second cup to him contently, the right of her mouth curled into a vile half grin. The second drink would take a little longer without any pressure.
“What about you? I’m surprised to see you in Canterlot. It doesn’t seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” Flutterbat questioned coolly.
“Needed to deliver some apples mah self,” He answered. Flutterbat pushed the stallion to drink again with a few gestures of her sensuous eyes. Big Mac was an easy target to lure to her lair however getting him into a vulnerable state was far more difficult. Most stallions would be out drunk by now but Big Mac remained strong amid his liquor. Her own martini glass was dry save for the olive she left in the glass. Her mind pondered a little, perhaps he simply was good at feigning sobriety? Flutterbat raised an eyebrow in thought which piqued Big Mac’s interest.
“Something wrong Fluttershy?” He asked.
“No, no… I just think it’s getting a little late,” She answered, then placed the tooth pick in her mouth and used her tongue to pull the olive off. She swallowed the olive whole, not bothering to chew it, Big Mac was able to track the food’s travel down her throat. Flutterbat dropped the toothpick into the martini glass with a satisfying ‘ting’ of the glass.
“Would you like to return home with me? It will save you a hotel fee,” Flutterbat offered as she stood up from the table. At last she noticed her wardrobe malfunction and quickly remedied it yet she was as shameless as a stripper showing no regret for the length of time she was exposed.
“Eeyup,” He simply replied and stood up. However his movement wasn’t smooth, in fact, Big Mac stumbled ever so slightly. Flutterbat’s keen eyes grew wide in delight, he was inebriated! Perhaps not to the point where there would be no resistance, but enough to ensure that she would have his way over the vigorous stallion. Her leathery wings unfurled themselves in excitement but Flutterbat preserved enough of herself so not to exposed her true motives.
“Do you need a hand?” She offered.
“No… no, Ah’m fine,” Big Mac answered as he stepped towards the exit. Flutterbat followed behind him, hands just above her pink tail and folded together. She watched each movement of the stallion to gauge how much effort would be needed this night.
Princess Luna peered out from her cloud. “What a sweet dream… or nightmare? It’s getting harder to tell lately,” She sighed and created a small rift in the dreamscape to explore the next dream.
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