Dead Pony Island

When the boat docked at a wooden pier, the walk path was lowered and ponies began the pour out of the vessel. The last ones off was Raven and the mares, each one carrying their respectable suitcase. “I’m telling you, you should let me carry your luggage,” Raven said to Vanessa, who was carrying the largest suitcase.

“Stop trying to be a gentle stallion, Raven. Both you and I know that you can’t carry my stuff,” Vanessa responded, staring at the blue alicorn in front of her.

“At least let me try!” Raven demanded, dropping his own bag. Vanessa rose an eyebrow at him in amusement while Raven continued to give her a pleading look. Sighing in defeat, Vanessa put her bag on the ground and Raven instantly grabbed ahold of the strap and began to lift. The bag, however, was much heavier than he truly expected and, though he tried with all his might, Raven couldn’t raise the baggage of the ground. A snicker came from behind Vanessa as both Octavia and Vinyl watched the scene unfold. Octavia nudged Vinyl and gave a stern glare, causing the unicorn to stop.

“Alright, Raven, you tried,” Vanessa said after a few minutes.

“NO! I got this!” Raven struggled out, his face slowly turning red. Much to the others surprise, the bag eventually began to raise off the ground. But it didn’t go far before it was dropped back onto the ground. Raven let out a couple of huffs and puffs, wiping his hand across his forehead.

“Well, I’m quite impressed that you were able to even lift the bag,” Vanessa said with a smile. “You’ve been working out?” Raven only nodded in response as he was still out of breath. Vanessa picked up her bag, then moved over next to Raven and gave his a kiss on cheek before walking down the walkway. Raven smiled as his face warmed up.

“Hey, could you carry my bag?” Raven turned around and saw Vinyl standing before him with a smile on her face, holding up her own light blue suitcase. Behind her, Octavia was shaking her head in disapproval.

“Of course…” Raven said, with a small smile.

-Some time later, In room 604 at Banoi’s Getaway Hotel-

The door to the room flung open as the group stepped in, Raven being in the back, carrying both his bag and Vinyl’s. He set them both by the door, then stretch himself out, popping his back into place. Then he turned to get a look at the room, which was a nice, big open space that would allow four bodies in the space. There was two large beds against a wall. Beside both beds were small tables, both carrying a lamp. To the opposite of the beds was a T.V. screen, which sat upon a wooden entertainment center. To the left of that was a desk with another lamp on it and to the right was a sliding door which led to a balcony outside. Raven took a look to his right and saw another brown, wooden door, which he figured led to the bathroom.

Raven let out a sigh, moving his body towards the bed in front of him, which he flopped onto, face first. He felt the pressure of another body sitting on the bed next to his legs, then it laid down on his body, pushing him further into the mattress. He opened his eyes and found that Vanessa had lied down on top of him. A small snoring sound came from her, then a chuckle from the other two mares. Raven wiggled underneath in an attempt to remove the body off him.

“Get off me, please.”

“But you as comfy as a pillow,” Vanessa responded. Raven was about to respond when he felt more bodies lie down on top of him.

“You know, she right. You are extremely comfy,” Vinyl said, letting out a sigh as she wiggled her own body.

“Your wings are like clouds. So soft,” Octavia said, nestling her head into Raven’s wings. Raven sighed as the three mares made themselves comfy on top of him.

Then he looked out of the corner of his eye and saw a pamphlet on one of the tables. Using his magic, he levitated to where he could read it. “‘Nighttime Festivities’?” Raven raised a brow at the title, then he began to read it over. “‘Tonight’s festivity includes an all access to the hotel’s bars, a feast supplied by Banoi’s Finest Chefs, and a DJ starring the ever-so-popular TheLivingTombstone?’ This sounds like fun.” He then moved the pamphlet over the head of one of the mares on top of him. “What do you think?”

He felt the bodies move, the pamphlet removed from his magic grasp, heard some low whispers, then Vinyl spoke up. “We three mares of the Blake Table have came to an unanimous decision.” There was a short pause before the three mares all said their answer together.

“Of course!”

-Later That Night, Outside the front of the Hotel-

A stallion stumbled across the paved ground towards staircase that led upwards. In his hand was a bottle, which he took a swig from. Instantly, his vision became blurry, his words slurred together and his head began to spin. A couple of mares in tight fitting swimsuits walked by the stallion, who responded by reaching out for them. They stepped back, out of his reach and scoffed at him, continuing on their path as the stallion made his way up the stairs in front of him.

When he reached the top of the staircase, before him was the biggest dance party the island of Banoi had ever experience. Ponies were all over the place, dancing and swinging to the beat being played by the DJ on the stage. The stallion made his way towards the crowd, walking past one of the islands many outside bars. Immediately, a white mare with blue hair and purple tinted sunglasses stepped into his path, placing a hand on his shoulder while holding a bottle of her own in the other hand.

“Do you know who I am?” She asked, shaking the stallion in an attempt to get his attention. “Maybe you seen me before? At that royal wedding? Or even in Manehatten?” The stallion tried to push her off, but she grabbed him again, getting into his face. “I’m Celestia-damned DJ-Pon3!” She shouted. The stallion, once again, pushed her off and made his way into the dancing crowd as the mare just scoffed at him and went back to her drink.

The stallion made to the middle of the crowd and began inspecting some of the nearby mares. One mare caught his eye and he made his way towards her, slipping between ponies, sometimes even just straight up pushing them. When he finally made his way, he found himself at the side of a gray alicorn mare in a nice blue dress. She was dancing along with the rest of the crowd, but she kept her eye on the stage, smiling the entire time. The stallion moved closer to her and tried to dance along with her, even started to grind his body against her’s, but she looked at him in disgust. “Hey! Knock it off!” She said, moving away from him, but the stallion followed, doing the exact same thing again. This time she pushed him away. “Do it again, jerk, and I’ll knock your lights out!” She growled, raising a fist at the stallion, who shrugged at her, then turned towards the stage and started to make his way there.

The stallion had finally made it to the edge of the stage. He pushed a few stallions out of the way as he began to climb up onto the stage. He landed on his stomach with his legs still dangling over the edge. Pushing himself up, he managed to get the rest of his body onto the stage. He stood up and turned towards the crowd, who were all dancing to the music with their hands raised into the air. Turning back, the stallion saw two ponies on the stage: one was behind a DJ table, his blue headphones on over his ears and his head banging to the beat. The other was in front of the stallion. It was a blue alicorn stallion dressed up in a deep green t-shirt and shorts. In his hand, he held a microphone, which he was singing the lyrics of the song into.

The stallion moved over to the alicorn and began to dance with him, getting into his face and blocking his view of the crowd. The alicorn tried to nudge him out of the way, but he refused to move, continuing to dance. Soon the alicorn pushed the stallion backwards. He stumbled and fell off the stage, hitting his head on the ground. His vision was slightly blurred, but when he looked up at the stage, he saw the blue alicorn looking over the edge of the stage at him with a slightly worried face, though he didn’t stop his singing. Eventually the alicorn moved back, retaking his place on the stage as a security pony came over and helped up the fallen stallion. “Sir, are you alright? I think you’ve had a bit too much too drink. What’s your room number? I’ll help you back...” The stallion only stared at the security guard. Then a stray mare rushed through the crowd and jumped onto the back of the security guard. She took a bite out of his neck, splattering his blood onto the face of the stallion. The guard stumbled, trying to remove the mare from his back as she continuosly bit into his neck, while the stallion moved out of the crowd and headed towards the hotel, his face still covered in blood.

The stallion had made his way into the lobby of the hotel, still stumbling from the effects of his drink and with blood in his eyes. He moved to the closest door to him, which happened to be a bathroom, pushed open the door and walked inside. It was a clean, white bathroom with the appropriate stalls and sinks. However the floor in front of him was covered in red as two mares were on the ground, one hanging over the other. “Please answer me.” The mare with a dark gray mane said to the mare lying on the ground, covered in red. The stallion stumbled over to the sink and turned on the water. He splashed his face and washed off the blood that covered his vision. When it was all cleaned off, he looked over at the two mares and noticed a bottle of pills next to the mare on the ground. It was open and a couple of the pills had spilled out. The stallion moved to beside the mares, bent over and grabbed the pills that spilt out. “Excuse me, sir! What are you doing here?!” The gray mare asked. “This is the Mare’s Room! Get out!” The stallion turned to the door and proceed to leave as the gray mare continued to care for the fallen one.

The stallion continued to stumble through the hotel, slowly making his way towards his room. Another stallion was walking down the hall and noticed the drunk and attempted to assist him, only to be shoved away. The stallion shook his head and continued down the hall as the stumbling crashed into a door. He fumble his hand into his pocket and pulled out a key, which he inserted into the lock and turned. A sound came from the door, notifying that it had be unlocked and the stallion pushed open the door, entering the room. He slammed it close behind him and made his way over to his bed. Next to his bed was a table with another bottle on it. Grabbing it, he put the pills he took earlier into his mouth and took a swig from his bottle, then he lied down in his bed. After a few seconds, sleep began to take over as he eyes became heavy. He slowly closed his eyes, his world fading to dark, not knowing that this was his last day.