Can you avoid getting impregslaved?

You wouldn't want to get so far with somepony, just to put them off at the last moment with your bland underwear. So you reach under your skirt, and slip off your plain black panties, throwing them back into your wardrobe. Your bra then quickly follows suit.

You bounce experimentally a couple of times, feeling your boobs jiggle around. Your nipples rub against the soft fabric, making you giggle. This is gonna be fun!

You glance out of the window, and see the sun starting to dip below the horizon. All that hair trimming and braiding clearly took its time, you have no clue how some girls do that kinda thing every day.

After checking yourself out one last time in the mirror, you head outside, shivering as you feel a breeze rush between your legs. You quickly grab at your skirt, to stop it from blowing up and exposing you to the neighbourhood. You might be frisky right now, but not that frisky!

Keeping a careful hand hovering by your hips in case of any more sudden gusts of wind, you start walking in the direction of the party.

Rather than walking, wobbling would probably be a more accurate description. Even though your platform shoes don't have that much of a raised heel sole, they're still taller than you're used to, and you find yourself stumbling every now and again. Luckily, with it being the evening, there isn't really anyone around to see you, save for the occasional drunk staggering past.

A pothole in the pavement proves to be your downfall, quite literally, as your hoof sinks into it, and gets stuck. Your body, however, is reluctant to give up the momentum it has gained, and carries on regardless, straight into the ground.

"Owiiiiee..." you groan, your face and chest having just smacked into the hard stone floor. You're seeing stars, and you have to just lie there for a few seconds, collecting yourself, before you can move again.

While you're laying there dazed, you don't notice the approaching figure, until you feel something rough brush between your legs, making you flinch.

"Well hey there, girly..." a gravelly voice slurs from behind you. You glance back, and see the drunk you passed a few seconds ago admiring your bare booty, with his hand moving slowly up your thigh. Your skirt is flipped up over your back, and you realise that must've happened when you tripped!

"Going out dressed like this," he leers at you, "you must be lookin' to get in trouble..."

Resist his advances

Go along willingly

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