Night at the Club

Twilight froze in place. The announcer's words rang in her ears. The non-stop hammering of her heart ceased as it fell into the pit of her stomach. Even then she couldn't look away from the stage as her copy-cat walked up towards the crowd and bent over, blowing a kiss to the audience while showing off the ample cleavage of her breasts to the lucky stallions and one unlucky mare in the front row.

“Hey boys… what can your Princess do for you this evening?”

Twilight was sure the ponies around her responded to the mare’s question with some rather… provocative language. Their unsavory shouts, however, were drowned out by the blood rushing past her ears as she watched the mare turn around and walk towards a pole gradually rising from center-stage in slow-motion.

‘Oh crap…’

An all-consuming heat enveloped her face as she watched the exaggerated sway of the pony’s hips, eyes unwillingly bobbing back and forth to watch the mare’s voluptuous rear move around inside the tight-fitting, two-tone blue dress that clung to her body like a second skin. With a gasp she realized that the dress seemed to be a replica of the one she had worn to her first ever Grand Galloping Gala, complete with star-studded heels and a matching set of earrings that dangled down to the mare’s cheeks and jingled as she walked. Even the mare's hair matched what Rarity had talked her into for the eventually-disastrous extravaganza, with her normally straight bangs in the front and a tied-up bun in the back.

Of course, like apparently everything else about her copy-cat, the made-to-be-formal dress had its sexiness cranked up way past what she would ever consider wearing in public. The bottom half, normally long enough to almost touch the floor as she walked, had been shortened to show off the mare’s sleek legs and the curves of her thighs. There was a good amount of fur showing above the waist as well, most notably where the mare’s breasts jutted out from her chest and formed a deep, dark crevice between them that seemed to rile up the crowd each time they saw it.

The entire ensemble was certainly well-made, and if Twilight didn't know any better she would swear that it was Rarity herself who had sewn it. It was just… less dress than what it normally was, showing off enough of the mare’s fur that she couldn't look away even if she was more embarrassed now than she could ever remember being in her life.

The performer finished her short trip to the pole with a sexually-charged whip of her tail, one that lifted the skirt-like bottom of her dress just enough to tease the crowd into a frenzy with a peek at her hidden ass. Erotically winking at the audience as she wrapped her hands around the bar, the curvaceous mare sensually pressed her body against the cold steel and opened her mouth in a silent moan. A fast-paced beat began to pulse out of the speakers on either side of the stage, and as the mare began to rock her hips against the pole in time with the music the crowd began to really cheer her on.

Twilight could feel her mouth slowly fall open in equal parts shock and awe as the mare started her routine. The dancer twirled around the steel rod like a master at her craft, performing moves that wowed Twilight just as much as, if not more than, they embarrassed her with their raw sexuality. Each chest-rattling blast of bass from the speakers was met with a violent shake of the performer’s ass or an erotic grind of her hips against the pole, and each move was followed by a cute little wink or a flash of that sly smile that continued to egg the audience on.

And then, much to Twilight's horror, she started to flash more.

Twilight’s entire face reddened as the dancer grabbed the top of her dress and began to slowly peel it away from her body, revealing more and more of her purple fur as she casually stripped down in front of everypony in the room. Which, based on the mass of ponies pressing against her as they tried to get a better look at the mare on stage, Twilight figured was everypony she had seen upon entering The Perfect Plot and then some. She was locked in place, forced to watch a mare that looked almost exactly like herself sensually undress on stage before hundreds upon hundreds of cheering stallions. Just the thought of doing something like that herself was almost enough to make her nauseous, yet the mare on stage seemed so calm, so confident in herself as she let the bottom half of her dress fall to the ground that Twilight couldn't find it in herself to look away for even a second.

The mare was left with nothing but a sleek bra and a matching pair of blue panties preserving her modesty, both pieces of lingerie apparently made to go with the dress she absentmindedly kicked towards the back of the stage as she continued her overly-sexualized dance routine. The bra, barely containing the mare’s bountiful breasts that strained out from her chest like a pair of ripe melons, had a small, white star sitting in the middle that, from the looks of it, hooked the two sides together to hold it against her body. From the way the supple flesh jiggled about as she moved, however, it was just barely doing so, and Twilight blushed as she found herself waiting to see if a wardrobe malfunction would happen before the seemingly never-ending ride would end.

Then there were the panties, which Twilight could only look at for a moment before the sight of her cutie-mark plastered over another mare's crotch forced her to avert her eyes in embarrassment. The underwear hugged the mare's body so tight that it left very little to the imagination about her most private of areas. In fact, even from her quick glance at it, Twilight swore she saw the outline of her marehood through the fabric, something she was sure the stallion’s around her were a little more appreciative of as they continued yelling catcalls towards the mare at the top of their lungs.

Luckily for Twilight’s nerves, which sat on the precipice of breaking and sending her into one of her Equestria-famous panic attacks, the most intimate places of the performer’s body never came out into the open. The mare did an impeccable job of keeping them hidden, moving in ways that showed off her curves to the crowd but never revealed more than what she wanted to show. It was certainly quite the performance, and if all the blood in her body hadn't rushed into her cheeks and left her brain deprived of enough to function she probably would have applauded the mare for such a high-quality show. Instead, all she could do was watch in stunned silence as the mare wrapped her arms and legs around the pole, sandwiching the metal between both her thighs and breasts as she scanned the crowd with a smoldering gaze.

Smiling as she apparently found what she was looking for, the dancer performed a final twirl around the pole and ended it facing away the audience. Pressing her hips against the rod and arching her entire body backwards, the mare formed an almost-perfect U-shape and nearly touched the top of her head to the floor in an impressive display of flexibility and athleticism. The position showed off the voluptuous curves of her body to the audience, most notably where her breasts jutted out towards them, and after taking a moment to drink in their applause she gave them an upside-down smile and wink before continuing.

The dancer gradually picked herself back up, eyes never leaving the audience until her body once again touched cold, hard steel. She slowly turned around to face the crowd and, giving the ponies in the front row a predator’s smile that showed off the sparkling whites of her teeth, lowered herself towards the ground. She began to crawl on all fours towards the front of the stage, eyes scanning back and forth across the audience as if she was looking for the weakest target to prey on. Twilight did her best to sink into her raincoat in the hopes of hiding herself and not being said pony, yet as the mare on stage slowly approached her she felt her heart start to race and her breathing start to hasten.

Fortunately enough, her silent prayers to her mentor proved to be successful as, once she reached the edge of the stage, the performer abruptly turned towards the stallion to her left and smiled. The mare extended a hand towards the light yellow earth pony, sending a heavy scent of lavender rushing past Twilight’s nose just from her close proximity alone. Through sheer force of will, she prevented herself from sneezing if only to see the performer’s next move in a strange sense of morbid curiosity.

The entire crowd seemed to lean in towards the mare as she grabbed the stallion’s shirt collar and pulled him in towards her. Twilight gasped as their heads came together, disbelieving that the mare would be so bold as to plant a kiss on a stranger’s lips without warning. Both thankfully and, strangely enough, somewhat disappointingly, her copycat just missed the stallion’s puckered lips and, instead, went past it to plant a kiss on his right cheek. A bright blush took over the yellow fur on the stallion’s cheeks, one that brightened as the dancer brought her mouth up to his ear and whispered.

The words, spoken as softly as somepony whispering sweet nothings into their lover's ears, caused Twilight’s heart to miss a beat as she just barely caught them over the dull roar of the crowd. “Hey, stud, I hear it’s your birthday today. How about you sign up for a little-” She brought her hand up from the stallion’s shirt and caressed his cheek “-one on one time with your Princess? I’ll be sure to make it-” Her arms came together around her chest, squeezing her breasts together right in front of his face to really accentuate their impressive size “-extra special for such a good looking subject of mine.”

Twilight shuddered just as bad as the stallion the words had been intended for, and as she watched the mare turn said pony into putty with a few heated whispers into his ear she felt her heart start to hammer inside her chest. Her breath hitched in her throat as the performer planted another light kiss on the stallion's cheek, leaving him standing there with a blush on his face and, as Twilight glanced down and blushed as well, a rather noticeable bulge in his pants as she pulled away.

The stunned stallion slowly opened his mouth, yet all he could get out through his suddenly dry lips was a weak croak. “O-okay…”

Her look-alike stood up and turned around, smiling at the stallion over her shoulder as she walked back towards the steel pole standing guard at center stage. Twilight pulled her eyes away from the stallion’s crotch as the tent in his pants twitched, her face beet-red as, without really wanting to, she imagined what it looked like underneath the cloth. Of course, as soon as she turned and saw the jiggling purple mounds of the performer’s firm ass her embarrassment only grew, the thin strip of cloth that was her panties only wide enough to obscure the crack between the cheeks and nothing else.

‘Oh… Oh my…’

The mare reached up towards her chest as she reached the stripper’s pole and began working on something that Twilight couldn't quite make out from her position in the crowd. Whatever it was, the rambunctious stallions around her certainly seemed to be excited for it, especially as the mare on stage shook her ass back and forth in time with the music to keep them entertained.

And then she vanished in a shroud of darkness.

Twilight gasped she was suddenly robbed of her vision, hearing nothing but the ringing in her ears as the music faded away into silence. It took her a moment to realize that the lights on and around the stage had suddenly been turned off, obscuring anything more than a foot-or-so away from her in shadow. Even being in the front row she could barely make out the stage, yet from the energy in the air she could tell the show had not yet finished.

An excited murmur began to grow in the crowd, increasing in volume as Twilight’s ears slowly adapted to the sudden absence of heavy bass and thundering electronica. It felt like the ponies around her knew what was coming, leaving her as the only pony left in the dark both figuratively and literally as she scanned the stage for signs of life. It took a moment, but eventually she made out a dark form moving towards the crowd, and just as it reached the edge of the stage-

With a thunderous roar from the crowd that drowned out the one not-as-loud gasp from the lone Alicorn in the room, the lights came back on to reveal the mare standing tall above the crowd. Twilight winced as her eyes were subject to the sudden change of lighting, but once they had adjusted they widened in awe.

The mare on stage, arms curled up against her chest as she grinned at the front row, let her hands fall back to her sides to let her now-unclasped bra tumble towards the floor. Twilight found that she couldn't look away as the star-embroidered piece of cloth fell away to reveal a pair of pasties applied to the center of the mare’s breasts, covering the peak of her mounds with two large, pink stars that perfectly matched the center of Twilight’s cutie-mark. Even then each pasty wasn't much larger than a bit, leaving very little to the imagination as the mare openly groped her breasts and blew a kiss towards the crowd.

The heavy bass pumping from the speakers began to pick up the pace as yet another metal pole rose up from the stage, this one just about directly in front of Twilight and only a few feet away from the front row. As it rose, the dancer reached behind her head to undo her bun and, with a smirk, let her hair dangle freely against her shoulders. With a loud, metallic chink the pole finished erecting itself before the crowd and with a loud, lust-tinged moan the performer sandwiched it between her breasts, hips moving to the beat as she ground her body against the cold steel like it was a long-lost lover. All eyes in the room were on the near-naked mare, following her every move as she showed off her impressive routine and even more impressive body to whoever wished to watch.

The continuous flickering of the lights above and around the stage forced Twilight to avert her eyes, and the short reprieve to rub at them in order to alleviate their burning pain gave her time to think up a plan. The constant cheers from the seething mass of ponies around her, however, made concentration near impossible and, as the applause grew into a deafening roar, she wasn't able to make much of one past just sneaking backstage when the show was over and finding the mare-

Something smooth and firm suddenly attached itself to her face, shocking her out of her thoughts and nearly sending her toppling over herself as she tried to remove whatever creature had latched onto her head. With a sharp tug her sight was restored and, as she looked down at the thing that had so viciously assaulted her, a warmth blossomed in her cheeks as she saw the mare’s bra sitting in the palm of her hand. She glanced up, cheeks brightening as she saw the mare crouched down right in front of her with her back pressed against the pole. Which, with the stage only waist-high, put her copy-cat’s crotch right at eye level as the mare spread her legs and sultrily gyrated her hips to the beat.

The stallions on either side of Twilight certainly seemed to appreciate the show a little bit more than herself, pressing against her sides to get a better view at the still-hidden treasures between the mare’s legs. The one behind her even pushed against her back in an attempt to get closer to the action, and Twilight gasped as she felt something hard poking her in the lower back. She was trapped in a prison made of stallions, forced to join them in watching a mare with an eerie resemblance to herself pole-dance just a few short feet away for their enjoyment.

And, loathe as she was to admit it, the mare on stage was certainly putting on one Tartarus of a performance. Whereas her previous routine had a well-practiced flow to it that almost seemed graceful, the mare’s moves had now become more wild, more energetic, more carnal. She violently whipped her head back and forth as she made small thrusting motions with her hips, sending her multi-hued purple and pink mane flying about her face in a mess of hair. Her hands continued to move around her body, going from the bust of her breasts to the smooth fur on her stomach to the curves of her lower thighs. The mare was practically molesting herself in front of a mob of lust-hungry Ponyvillians looking for a good time, and, from the looks of it, she seemed to be actually enjoying it.

A rush of embarrassment surged into Twilight’s cheeks as the stallion to her right shouted out “Nice tits, Princess!” and gasped as the one behind her jumped up and yelled “Take ‘em off, slut!” as he threw a crumpled up bit-note onto the stage. The mare paid no attention to them, apparently lost within her own world of pulsing beats and rhythmic gyrations as she continued to dance. Twilight, however, found herself sweating profusely underneath her raincoat and started to back away to take a breather.

She was stopped by the stallion to her left who suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder, preventing her from escaping with his shockingly tight grip. “Hey, uh… if you don’t want that... “

Twilight yelped in surprise, snapping around to find the light-yellow stallion her copycat had picked out of the crowd looking at her with an almost pleading look in his eyes. He blushed and pulled his hand away as his eyes locked with hers, ruffling his spiky black mane with his free hand as he seemingly begged for something with the other. “Can I have it?”

Twilight looked down at the stallion’s outstretched hand and then back up at his face. “Huh? Wh-what?”

He gave her a weak smile and pointed down towards her hand. “The, uh… the b-bra. C-can I have it?”

Twilight blushed and glanced down, seeing the small piece of blue lingerie still clenched in her fist. She looked back up towards the stallion and, after seeing the strange sense of need in his eyes, weakly nodded her head as she handed the silken garment over.

The stallion features immediately brightened, the smile on his face much more genuine as he grabbed the bra and held it up against his chest. “Heh, thanks, dude! You’re the best!”

Twilight stared at him, dumbfounded. “Umm… okay…”

They continued to stare at each other for several moments, an awkward silence falling over the two even as the rest of the room continued to pulse with sound. Twilight gave the stallion a fragile smile, keeping her head tilted down in the hopes that her hat would keep her identity hidden. “So, uh…” She cleared her throat and lowered her voice. “Big fan of Twilight?”

The stallion’s smile widened, a happy glint in his eyes as he clutched the bra against his chest and dreamily stared off into the distance. “Oh, of course! She’s amazing!” He turned towards the stage, not noticing the blush that had spread across Twilight’s face as he watched the performer continue her routine. “Celestia’s personal protege, savior of Equestria -” He glanced over at Twilight with a smirk “- several times over, I might add. Plus, ever since she moved here, Ponyville has been so much more… lively than before! Sure you have all the dangerous stuff that’s happened to the town since then-” He once again failed to notice Twilight’s reaction as she winced at his words “- but I wouldn't change any of it for the world!”

Twilight continued to questioningly stare at the stallion. ‘Must be a big fan of mine. That’s… sweet, in a weird way.’ She glanced down at his hand, clenching the bra so tight that his knuckles had turned white. ‘In a really, really, REALLY weird way…’

The stallion sighed and turned towards Twilight, smile shrinking yet becoming no less genuine as he blushed and rubbed the back of his head. “That, and I just so happen to have a, well… you know…” - He glanced down at the bra in his hand - “...a little bit of a crush on her.” He paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, but then chuckled to himself and playfully waved Twilight off with his bra-holding hand. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I’m sure you didn't come here to hear about my problems. Sorry for putting all of this on you...”

Twilight frowned, feeling somewhat sorry for the stallion as he glanced at the piece of underwear in his hand and sighed. Then her frown deepened at the strange mix of emotions swirling around inside her head, ranging from the aforementioned sorriness all the way to a little bit of embarrassment from his confession. Plus, the fact that he was holding onto a piece of mare’s underwear like his life depended on it was still REALLY creeping her out.

She coughed into the back of her hand. “Well... No problem, I guess. I’m sure that, uh, Twilight would be more than-”

A sudden groan caused both ponies to look towards the faux-Twilight on stage, and what they saw brought matching blushes to their faces. The dancer had begun to sensually wiggle her way up and down the pole like a belly-dancer and, if that wasn't lewd enough, was openly groping her body with both her hands to the delight of the crowd. The performer would spread her legs each time she dipped down, sexually rubbing her upper thighs and legs to draw the viewer’s eyes between them before starting to stand back up. Even then her hands never sat still, trailing up her body to trace her delicious curves all the way to the voluptuous mounds of her breasts.

A shiver raced up Twilight’s spine as the mare squished the near-naked masses together, accentuating the cleavage formed between the purple peaks to the tune of an over-the-top moan that riled up the stallions in the crowd. Several ponies in her immediate vicinity joined in on the barrage of catcalls directed towards the mare, causing her eyes to shrink to pinpricks as the stallion directly behind her, drunk if the smell of alcohol that wafted past her nose was any indication, told the stripper to check out the lump he had between his legs in a rather slurred voice.

Twilight’s blood drained from her face, both from the shock that the Ponyvillians around her, normally so warm and friendly in day-to-day life, were yelling such erotic things at the performer on stage and, perhaps more importantly, that said performer looked almost exactly like herself. It was as if the ponies she casually greeted in passing around town had transformed as soon as they had entered The Perfect Plot, becoming an unruly mob of lustful beings that watched their Princess strip down for their own enjoyment. Or, with a thought that caused Twilight’s heart to hammer inside her chest, that the warm smiles she got every day had a more… sinister side to them, a darker side that they kept to themselves until they came to the bowels of Ponyville to sit back and let loose.

Perhaps the most frightening thought was that, for some reason, amongst the swirling feelings of disgust and embarrassment, there was a small undercurrent of excitement that made the idea almost… intriguing? Alluring? In a strange way, it was almost… flattering! While it wasn't literally her, all these ponies had gathered to watch Princess Twilight Sparkle strut her stuff on stage. And Celestia above did she ever!

Even as she turned around and shoved her ass out towards the crowd she held herself with such poise, such confidence that practically oozed out of her body with each sexually-charged yet masterfully-made maneuver that Twilight couldn't help but admire her. This was a mare who knew she was good looking and was proud of it, too. While the actions themselves weren't something she would ever do, a fact further confirmed by the performer as she did a perfect split facing away from the crowd and slapped herself on her almost bare ass, the self-confidence the mare had in herself was something that Twilight, as she glanced down at her raincoat-covered body, felt like she could look up to.

Of course, this was still a mare using her likeness for a rather provocative business. There was no way in Tartarus that she was leaving without at least trying to talk the mare out of it. She figured that a pony with such pride in her looks would be okay performing as herself or, at the very least, somepony that wasn't the Princess of the town she was performing in. There were just too many things that could go wrong if somepony thought one of the actual Princesses of Equestria was doing... this. Hay, she knew plenty fillies and colts in town looked up to her, much like she did with Celestia growing up, and Celestia forbid that they accidentally mistake her copycat as the real thing and decide to follow her here!

A loud roar of applause broke her from her thoughts, and as she looked up and saw her copycat slip past the curtain at the back of the stage with one last parting wink to the crowd Twilight realized that she had missed the final few moments of the show. What she didn’t miss, however, was the small sliver of light that flashed into existence past the small gap in the curtain as the mare opened a door and walked backstage.

Which, while it was only a short peek, was enough to give her an idea.

Turning away from the stage as the announcer came back out to tell the gradually dispersing crowd that the next show would start soon, Twilight snaked her way through the mass of ponies back towards the main table-filled area. She paused as she broke free of the crowd, scanning the room for a place to use her magic without being seen. On the far left side of the room by the bar she spotted a pair of bathroom doors and, figuring that was the best she’d get, she started to make her way towards them deep in thought.

‘Alright Twilight, here’s the plan. Go into the bathroom, teleport behind the curtain, sneak backstage and snoop around until you find your look-alike so you can give her a piece of your mind. All without getting caught.’ She nervously swallowed around the lump in her throat. ‘What could possibly go wrong? It’ll be like that one time Pinkie, Spike and I snuck into the Canterlot archives. Easy.’

Of course, as fate would have it, just the thought that it would be so simple jinxed her as a rather large problem suddenly reared its ugly head. Or, in this case, its rather pretty head as the Cadance copycat she had met earlier came into view. The mare was chatting up a group of stallions as she handed out drinks just a few tables away, the light-blue skirt she had been wearing when they had first met missing leaving her in nothing but her pink, frilly undergarments.

Luckily for Twilight, the mare was currently facing away from her. Which, rather unluckily, gave her an unobstructed view of her nearly uncovered ass. At least until a wing suddenly shot up to wrap around the mare’s waist, causing Twilight to gasp as a pegasus sitting at the table grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap. The group of stallions at the table exploded into a happy uproar at their friend’s antics, shouting out a variety of colorful catcalls towards the mare as she weakly struggled against the wings holding her in place.

A sense of dread started building in Twilight’s stomach, fully expecting either the pegasus to go too far or for the Cadance-copycat to turn around and slap him across the face. She found herself thoroughly surprised as the mare, rather than putting the male back in his place, seemed to play along with the roughhousing as she sensually stroked the stallion’s cheek. The pegasus’s face lit up in a blush as she ground her ass against his crotch, leaving him embarrassedly rubbing the back of his head as his friends shared a laugh at his expense.

Blushing as the mare lightly slapped the stallion’s wing away and stood up, exposing the blatant lump between the male’s legs as she returned to handing out drinks, Twilight used the impromptu distraction to carefully make her way around the group entirely. Problem was that, while the large crowd that had gathered to see the show on stage had dissipated, most of the ponies had simply returned to their seats or were in the process of doing so, forcing her to tiptoe around half-drunken stallions that animatedly talked amongst themselves and the barely-clothed mares that stopped to refill their drinks.

Strangely enough, the mumbled conversations spread throughout the room created a warmer, more casual atmosphere in the building that almost reminded Twilight of Pinkie Pie’s many Equestria-famous parties. Of course, Pinkie usually didn't have scantily clad mares dressed up as well-known ponies walking around serving drinks or dancing at tables, but past that the similarities were striking between the two.

She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she imagined Pinkie and the rest of girls coming to such a place, smirking as she envisioned what Rarity’s face would look like if she saw such an ‘uncouth’ establishment and Fluttershy being, well… Fluttershy. Really, as she passed by a group of stallions laughing amongst themselves, if it wasn't for the more adult parts of the business she figured she wouldn't have any problem at all with bringing the rest of girls to The Perfect Plot someday.

Of course, seeing as the adult parts were so... abundant, especially as she caught an eyeful of the Fleetfoot copycat on their table lewdly groping her cloud-covered breasts, she’d probably die of embarrassment if any of her friends knew that she had even been there, let alone actually taking them with her.

Not that she planned on ever coming back, of course.

Twilight made her way around the table as quickly as she could, stopping only to let a half-nude, drink-carrying Spitfire walk by before darting towards the bathrooms. Only after putting enough distance between herself and the mare dressed up as Cadance did she slow down, and even then it was only to not draw attention to the heavily clad pony charging across the room.

However, as she slipped past groups of jubilant ponies and the occasional lightly-dressed celebrity-cosplayer, the unhurried pace and the tight quarters in the room let her pick up some of their conversations, and what she heard shocked her to the core. While most seemed to have a positive reaction to the show, some of the more inebriated stallions were using quite the colorful language to express themselves to their equally as rowdy peers.

She blushed as she heard one saying how “hot Princess Twilight was” and nearly tripped over herself when another mentioned that “they wanted to tap that Princess ass”. She almost blew her cover with a surprised yelp when she turned towards the latter and saw Davenport, the owner of Quills and Sofas that would always greet her with a wave and a warm smile every time she stopped by to restock her writing supplies. The stallion was leaned back in his chair, a drink in his hooves and a noticeable bulge in his pants as he told the pony next to him that he’d “pound that tight Alicorn puss-”

Twilight hastily made her way past the table, blushing as, even though she hadn't caught the end of his statement, her mind easily filled in the blanks. ‘Celestia above… does he think that whenever I stop by for quills? Is it going to be weird seeing him from now on? What if it’s too embarrassing and I have to find another place to get quills? What if- NO!’ She shook her head. ‘Calm down Twilight, one thing at a time…’ Her expression hardened as she looked up and saw the bathroom doors just a few tables away, confidence building with each step she made towards her goal. ‘Just gotta get backstage…’

With her newfound surge of determination, Twilight marched past the sporadic patches of ponies energetically talking around the bar and made her way inside. A heavy, bleach-like scent assaulted her senses as she stepped onto the cool, tiled floor, nostrils faintly burning and eyes nearly watering from the heavy chemicals used to keep the bathroom clean. The door closed behind her with a thud, and after making a quick scan of the room she smiled to herself as, for the first time since walking into the club, she found herself alone in a relative silence.

‘Whew… Alright, let’s see…’

With one last check to see if anypony was in the room as she passed by a line of urinals on the wall, Twilight hastily made her way towards the stalls at the other end of the bathroom. Cautiously pressing her hand against the closest of the two, she sighed in relief as it swung open and, after one last glance at the door to make sure nopony was coming, quietly made her way inside. Looking around the confined space and finding it relatively clean, Twilight flipped the toilet seat closed and sat down.

She began to concentrate, eyes closing as she focused on what little she had seen of the backstage door. Her horn lit up and illuminated the metal walls around her in a purple glow, causing a faint humming sound in her ears as magic coalesced around the bone protruding from her forehead. The intense meditative state required for her teleportation spell made her senses go into overdrive, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand as the magic moved around her body.

Her ears twitched as she heard the muffled pulses of music coming from the other room, yet as her spell neared its end she began to hear something else rhythmically pounding in her head. She winced, trying her best to keep her concentration, but as her ears swiveled and located the sound of flesh-impacting-flesh as coming from the adjacent stall she-

“Mmph… Fuck yeah!”

Twilight gasped, the magic gathered by her spell dissolving as she lost her concentration. Both of her hooves shot up to cover her mouth, hoping that whoever had apparently joined her in the restroom hadn't heard her shocked outburst. Her heart stopped inside her chest, which only resulted in accentuating the constant thwack thwack thwack coming from the next stall over that seemed to be picking up the pace.

Turning her head and glancing down at the gap in the bottom of the stall wall, Twilight had to fight off the urge to yelp as she saw somepony’s shadow coming in through the opening. A gasp rang out, one that thankfully did not come from her own mouth, and as she leaned towards the wall to press her ear against she heard the pony whispering to himself.

“Mmm… what I would do for a piece of that Alicorn ass...” The low, guttural voice broke into a moan as heavy, panting breaths joined the slapping sounds echoing off the tiled restroom walls, which themselves increased in frequency and volume for a moment before returning to their regular rhythm. “Oh yeah… I’d fuck Twilight raw…”

Twilight recoiled away from the wall as if it had just reached out and slapped her across the face, pulling back with enough force that she nearly fell off the toilet seat in her haste. Her heart felt like it had relocated itself into her throat, causing her to feel light-headed and nauseous as she stared at the wall with wide, terror-filled eyes. ‘Oh my gosh… what… what is going on in there!?’ Another groan sent a shiver up her spine, mostly due to the very masculine tone of the voice. ‘And what is a stallion doing in the mare’s room!? What kind of…’

Twilight froze as the image of a line of urinals against the wall flashed before her mind’s eye. ‘Oh no…’

Her eyes once again fell to the shadows dancing around the bottom of the stall, watching as the pony next door raised and lowered his hand in rapid succession around what, as far as she could tell, appeared to be his other arm. Yet, as she continued to watch, she figured that, based on the moving part of the shadow, whatever the stallion was rubbing was too small to be his arm, and seeing as it came from his waist it-

Twilight’s entire face burned up in a blush, the obvious answer finally coming to her as she tore her gaze away from the lewd scene and stared straight ahead at the closed door of her stall. She clenched her eyes and brought her hooves up to block her ears, hoping to drown out the sounds of the stallion taking care of himself as she tried to focus on her teleportation spell.

“Mmph… oh yeah… oh fuck, Twilight… I’m cum-!”

The stallion was so absorbed in his fantasy that he never noticed the bright flash of light coming from the stall next over, nor did he ever see the purple Alicorn who had caused it as she vanished in a burst of magic.