Bars like the Dirty Dog turn up in every corner of the multiverse. Its all got to do with population density and how in any society there are always going to be those best described as scoundrels, low lifes and degenerates. Its the last place in the world you'd expect to see Rarity.

But she comes here once a month, rain or shine to scratch a very specific itch, one that can only be satisfied in utter depravity...

BIG FAT WARNING
This fic contains watersports. There we go, that's the big scary fetish of this fic. If you can't handle piss, do not read or at least don't read and then complain about it. Additionally it contains futa (because of course it does), sluttiness, ridonkulous amounts of jizz, masochism and themes of degradation and submission.