Rebel In Bloom

“Big Mac!” Applejack lets out at the top of her lungs causing him to rush up to Applebloom’s room.

“Wha-what is it!?” he asks frantically after running up the stairs.

“Applebloom’s runaway!” Applejack yells pointing at the open window with the bedsheets hanging outside.

“Oh, that is just uh terrible I guess,” Big Mac says trying to sound genuine but fails miserably, which Applejack picks up on.

“You knew didn’t you,” she confronts him with an angered expression.

“I saw her climb out while you were prattling on earlier,” Big Mac admits.

“You knew!?” Applejack screams.

“Oh boy,” Big Mac says as he is about to receive another tongue lashing

Meanwhile at Flanksworth Applebloom had just entered and was greeted to the sights of the main area of the club, being the bar and stage. As expected for ladies night it’s all stallions working the stage and floor with a few mares too mostly being barmaids dolling out drinks to the thirsty customers.

“Hey you with the big bow in her hair!” A voice calls out to Applebloom from behind. Applebloom turns around to see somepony sitting at a booth with a big sign reading ‘Currency exchange’.

“Ain’t seen a pretty doll like you before so you must be new right?” the stallion remarks. “So I’ll explain this to ya, if you want to pay the talent you need bit bucks instead of bits which you can exchange here,” he explains to her. “And don’t worry about any leftovers you can bring back and will swap 'em for regular ol’ bits,” he goes on to mention. “So care to make a conversion?” he asks, to which Applebloom then ponders to herself.

Wondering how she can further prove her point and stick it to Applejack, before a light bulb goes off in her head.

“Well I was wondering where can I go to get a private room with the best… entertainer?” Applebloom asks him.

“Oh another mare seeking a go on his disco stick huh?” he responds with a chuckle. “He’s finishing up with another customer. Do you think you can give him a good half hour?” he asks.

“Oh sure,” Applebloom responds, heading to the bar to hang out waiting for the entertainer to be done with his current client.

A mare in rather skimpy clothing is working the bar dolling out drinks to thirsty horny patrons. She spots Applebloom approaching and turns to face the young mare.

“New around here huh?” she questions Applebloom.

“How does everypony know?” Applebloom asks confusedly.

“You got that look about you hun,” the bartender informs her. “Innocent filly entering the den of sin,” she points out. “You stick out like a sore thumb,” she ends.

“That bad huh?” Applebloom responds looking a bit awkward now.

“Don’t worry every doll’s got a story, what's yours? Cheating coltfriend? Virgin who wants her cherry popped?” the bartender tries to guess.

“Eh no just trying to prove a point to my older sister,” Applebloom answers.

“Ah rebelling a classic,” the bartender responds. “So into stallions, mares, or maybe mares with a third leg?” the bartender questions.

“Ah well… ain’t that a bit personal?” Applebloom questions awkwardly laughing it off.

“Look around hun,” she tells Bloom. “Personal left when you walked through the door,” she informs her.

“Right well, I asked for the best stallion entertainer here,” Applebloom says, tapping her index fingers together embarrassingly. She is not used to the openness of the ponies here at Flanksworth.

“Oh, did you now?” the bartender’s eyes widened in amazement. “I once went a round with him in our gloryhole room, Hurt the hell outta my jaw and made me full the rest of the day,” she points out.

“Oh…. he did,” Applebloom adds now feeling slightly nervous and questioning her decision, but still wants to go through to prove a point to Applejack.

“Ha ha it was mostly because I got socked by some drunk mare who thought I fucked her coltfriend so he isn’t fully responsible,” the bartender pointed out with a grin, noticing Applebloom’s worriedness.

“Ouch, did you fuck her coltfriend?” Applebloom asks confused.

“No turns out he preferred getting filled instead of doing the filling if you catch my drift,” the bartender tells her with a wink.

“Oh…” Applebloom responds looking down. “I think I’ll have a drink now,” Applebloom says now thinking it will end this conversation line.

“Alright, what will you have dollface?” the bartender asks her.

“Whatever the house recommends,” Applebloom responds.

“Got it one sex on the beach coming up,” the bartender says as she gets to work whipping up the drink with a lot of shaking and tossing of things in the air, making it a real show. Applebloom watches in amazement of the bartender making the beverage, jaw wide open. Eventually the bartender places a glass in front of Applebloom topping it off with an umbrella before pushing it toward Applebloom.

“Th-thank you,” Applebloom responds still in amazement over the impressive show the bartender gave before she begins nursing her drink enjoying and savoring the flavors. She turns around to watch the show as she drinks, seeing various strippers of both sexes doing their best to put on a show for the captivating audience.

Out of the corner of her eye she spies a red stallion wearing shorts escorting a mare who has a belly like she was carrying quintuplets.

“Oh my I haven’t had fun like this in ages,” the mare informs him.

“Well I certainly hope you come again, we love milf’s here,” The red stallion replies.

“Oh I will, take care now,” she says, giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking out.

The stallion then makes a beeline to the bar right where Applebloom is.

“One of my stamina rejuvenators please,” he orders, to which the bartender goes under the bar and tosses him a bottle filled with something that resembles milk. He pops the cork and guzzles it down without hesitation finishing with a sigh of delight.

“Also your next client is here,” the bartender pointed out, pointing to Applebloom.

“Oh?” he responds looking at her.

Outside of Flanksworth currently…

“I don’t give a darn about no line!” Applejack complains. “Ma sister is in there doing some debauchery and I am here to put a stop to it!” she spits at the bouncer who at this point is more than annoyed with her.

“Look if you ain’t getting in line, you ain’t getting in,” the bouncer reiterates. “Your sister got in because she wanted to so she is a customer that is not my problem,” the bouncer tells her once again.

“Well I don’t care, I am going in!” Applejack says trying to go past but runs into a rather large and intimidating mare.

“Iz there a problem?” the large mare says with a thick accent.

“Just a line cutter,” the bouncer informs her.

“Oh da? Vell ve show vhat line cutters get as punishment,” she says effortlessly picking up Applejack and hauling her off into the club.