The room’s decorative status was not terribly changed from before, yet the ambiance was added to by the inclusion of a thick haze of smoke and the dimming of lights replaced with a vague hue of ever changing spectra. Gathered around the sides of the stage were a mess of ponies of various sizes, colors, creeds, and genders, all crowded to view the show. Ponyville’s own DJ had taken it upon herself to not be left out of the festivities and thus played a noise of vulgar tones and obscene lyrics that shuddered from the speakers, perverting the ears of all who were not deaf. And while the bakery typically had a vast assortment of delectable treats available for purchase, they were all removed and in their place was a complimentary buffet of food that was not fit for the dogs. Still, it probably would’ve gotten a twelve out of five compared to other strip clubs.

And into this den of vice and sin which harbors one of the most basest desires of the pony mind came the orchestrator of it all, Pinkie Pie, naturally. She entered halfway onto the stage and entered into her chaotic manner of speaking.

“Ladies and gentlecolts gather round, because tonight we have the one and only opportunity of a lifetime. You’ve all been great, so enough waiting. Here comes the one, and only, Twilight Sparkle!” And with this she bounded off the stage over the heads clamoring near it, forgot how to fly yet again, and crashed into a table. However, this did not dissuade the vision of the gathered ponies as they all kept their gaze fixed at the entrance to the stage.

And not a moment too soon, the star of the show came out in an elegant fashion that would comes with her royal title, as she walked onto the stage into the presence of an ever tensing crowd. She kept her head held high and eyes closed, ensuring that her appearance of royalty would be understood, and it certainly was because the room went quiet for a moment to marvel at such beauty. Everypony in the room was left aghast, jaws hit the floor in droves so fast they could have left craters. And in this moment, it was quite evident that Twilight was revelling in the attention.

Then the DJ played a new song that melded into the previous one, and Twilight took this as her cue. She cast aside the professional wear and demonstrated her more outrageous and bold outfit, much to the even greater surprise of the crowd. All this excitement, plus the titillating attire, all elicited a series of hoots and howls from the crowd in encouragement. There was a “Take it off!” and an “Aw yeah!” and one viewer went “Not my waifu, no!” and who was this humble performer to deny her crowd? Well, an alicorn princess, a genius, and somepony who’s bordering on being committed but still.

This provocation provided her with the confidence to go about the stage in a light canter, approaching the end and doing a small lap around the pole, looking at the crowd with one brow raised. She provided the crowd with a sign, a small grin, that they may interpret however they please. She braced herself against the pole with a hoof and raised herself to her hindlegs, doing another spin around it and throwing her head back as she kicked one leg upwards, gracing the crowd with a glint of her undercarriage.

This display of eroticism did not cease, as she continued to percolate the already bothered customers by releasing her grasp and sliding across the floor and stopping in front of the foremost viewer, keeping her hooves tucked under her. She provided the excited individual with a wink from one eye and quickly bounced back up to her feet, as her opponent fell back and was subsequently carried off, their spot filled with others itching for the same opportunity.

Her every move, every stride was made with clear deliberate intent to arouse. And arouse she did when she swayed her hips from side to side, tail swinging ever so slowly to bring a ginger breeze to those close enough. She continued this act as she made her way back to the pole and at which point she stopped and turned to face the majority of the patrons. With a lick of the lips, she blew a kiss into a rather general direction which nevertheless caused a few ponies to fight over it. Of course, this served as a distraction as she used her magic to remove her restricting corset and cast it aside, causing another band of newfound zealots to stare in awe as it landed upon some lucky pegasus’ face. No longer restrained, Twilight took her first deep breath and expanded her wings, and when she released the sound she made was recognized to be a moan of pleasure.

Twilight’s newfound freedom fueled her initiative, and fulfilled the desires of the crowd. She ascended the pole, riding along its length encouraging the phallic nature of the object as she strode it with her hind legs wrapped around it and climbed with her forehooves. She nearly reached the top, yet stopped shortly and slowly began to slide downwards. Her wings were erect and she let one of her hind hooves fly forward as she went along her smooth descent. Sweat glistened against her body and shone in the dull ever changing light. Finally, she landed and shook her mane from side to side, and looked back up at the crowd who were in a great state of excitement and were tossing coin onto the stage by the hoof full. Every deplorable action had culminated in this moment, and it did not disappoint. The DJ stopped the record and the satisfied alicorn retreated, with the same air of elegance that she had entered in, and left the building through the door she had came through.

Author's Note

This is perhaps the lowest point in my life, and I had some pretty low points.