You were never one for going out of your way for relationships. You always believed that when it happened, it happened. You'd know when the right one came along, that kind of thing. However, the annual Canterlot High Winter Ball is approaching, and it would be uncouth of you not to have a date. At least that's how Rarity put it.

You reiterate that you're fine, that you don't need the help, but the girls won't listen. So here you are, standing in a club with 7 wing-girls who won't take no for an answer. At least the odds are in your favour, right?

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Authors note: I've been sitting on this idea of a story for about 3-4 years now, so the canon of this story is probably waaay out by now, and my knowledge of EQG was always cloudy at best. It's also my first attempt at anything longer than a few paragraphs. Enjoy it for the cluster-flip it is.