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1. Inquire more about the Sex Club and gain entry (Go to the club) 37.5% (6 votes)
2. Use Pipp to distract the stranger until she can find a guard. (Lead him to Pipp) (Potentially Dangerous) 25% (4 votes)
3. Let him have his way with her for whatever price he offers (Lead him Upstairs) 25% (4 votes)
4. Lead the stranger outside and hope a guard will come along to arrest him. (Go outside) (Potentially Dangerous) 6.25% (1 votes)
5. Leave him be and walk away. (Go back to Pipp) 6.25% (1 vote)

Inquire more about the Sex Club and gain entry (Go to the club)

Zipp pushed aside her inhibitions and whatever doubts she had, and stared squarely up at the stallion, her gaze narrowed.

“I could have you thrown in the dungeons for grabbing me like that. You’re lucky it wasn’t my sister, or I’d buck you square in the jaw!” Zipp hissed. The fury in her eyes died down quickly. She rubbed her sore tail absentmindedly while she thought about his proposal, not without a tinge of disgust.

“I’d think if yeh wanted me gone I’d’ve been gone already. Unless…what’s that? There are no guards around?” His grin was sickening, but Zipp knew he wouldn’t dare do anything; not while there were so many ponies around.

“So, uh. The club.” Zipp cocked her head. “Where is it? If somepony…wanted to go, that is?”

This had a surprising reaction on the stallion. He stiffened up and studied her for a moment. He was gauging her intentions. Trying to decide if she was going to turn him in, maybe. Then he grinned again, his mind settled.

“Oh ho ho! Curious little thing, aren’tcha? It’s in the basement of the old yarn factory. Yeh gotta knock three times, and say ‘Pineapple’ in order to get in.”

“Pineapple?” Zipp was confused.

“Look, nopony said it had to be difficult to remember. It changes daily. So for tonight, it’s Pineapple. An’ look--” He leaned in extra close, the alcohol on his breath causing Zipp’s eyes to water. “You go there tonight, an’ yer gonna get fucked. By stallions. Mares, too. Just so there ain’t no wrong expectations.”

Zipp shivered, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Something about the way he spoke, the words he used, caused her tail to arch slightly. She desperately tried to clamp it back down, but not before he noticed. He let out a perverse chuckle under his breath.

“I only wish I could be there. S’pose there’s always another night, iffin’ you come back.” He smacked her on the rump, and Zipp jolted upright, starting to trot away as if urged in that direction.

“Oh, and Princess!” He called after her. Ponies around them could hear, but none paid them any mind.

“Bring yer sister.” He said. Zipp turned beet red. The stallion let out a hearty, guttural laugh.

It was windy that night, and neither Pipp nor Zipp were dressed appropriately for the weather. Both were still wearing their dresses without a coat, despite the breezy autumn season. Pipp shivered, huddling close to Zipp as they trotted through the Warehouse district. The old, barely-legible sign for the yarn factory was just above them.

“Why did you drag me along for this, again?” Pipp complained. She pressed into Zipp’s side, shivering and rustling her wings in an attempt to warm herself.

“Look, I already told you. Ponies come here to be naughty and have sex. I thought you wanted to try more stuff like that.” Zipp kept her wing tucked around her sister.

“Well, yeah, but not with other ponies watching.”

“But what about the time with–”

Pipp was quick to cut her sister off. “That time with the Chef’s son doesn’t count.”

Zipp rolled her eyes but was unable to hold back a smirk. She jostled Pipp playfully as they walked around the side of the run-down warehouse. There, at the end of the alley, was a door painted a bold red. It stuck out like a sore thumb amidst all the ruined and dilapidated architecture around it.

Zipp took a deep breath and put on her brave face as they stood in front of it. Music vaguely thumped grim within.She gave Pipp one quick check. Her sister didn’t look like she wanted to leave, or was protesting any further. This must be one of those times when ponies say the opposite of what they really wanted, Zipp decided. Pipp was especially good at that.

Zipp reached up and knocked three times on the door. An eyehole halfway up the door slid open and a pair of green eyes looked around. The opening was higher than Zipp or Pipp and thus the eyes didn’t see them. Zipp coughed to get its attention, and the green eyes peered down at her curiously.

“Uh, pineapple?” Zipp smiled wearily.

“You two girls sure about this?” The voice asked, raising an eyebrow.

Zipp nodded. “We know what we’re in for. We’re ready.”

“Alright. But don’t come whining to me when you get more than you bargained for.” The door opened abruptly and they were ushered in by a short brown stallion. He waved them in and quickly shut the door.

“Hey, ain’t you two the–” he started to say, then quickly recovered, “forget it, ain’t my business. It’s downstairs.” He pointed vaguely to a staircase in front of them.

As Zipp and Pipp descended, neither said a word to the other. The low thrum of music was growing louder and louder. What was probably only a short staircase felt like an eternity.

They passed another door, and all at once were overwhelmed with new sights and music that was loud, overbearing, ear-splitting and hard to make out. It was everywhere, throbbing with so much bass Zipp was sure it would replace the rhythm of her heartbeat.

They found themselves standing in a bar, maybe a dance club of sorts. In front of them, a pony served colourful drinks behind a long, shiny metal counter. Mares and stallions of all sorts chatted amongst themselves on stools or in booths. To the left, past the bar, was a large dancing area filled with even more ponies. As they looked around, some of the ponies were doing inappropriate or even downright lewd things. To the right of the bar was a long hallway with many doors that had a constant flow of ponies to and from, looking either exhausted or bursting with energy depending on which direction they went.

Zipp turned to her sister, leaning as close to her ear as she could, and practically had to yell. “This is a lot. You sure you’re up for this?”

“Are you kidding?” Pipp looked ready to burst, she was so excited. “This is a PARTY! Oh my gosh! I’m gonna go dancing!”

“Pipp, wait!” Zipp grabbed her by the tail and tugged her back. “Maybe you should stick by me?”

“Why? To watch you have all the fun?” Pipp started to whine again. Zipp knew she was right, and that there was no way she could watch Pipp all night. After all, they both knew what they’d come for. Zipp had brought her, too. Coaxed Pipp into it.

A large mare was ogling them from the bar, gazing intently. She was probably the strongest-looking mare that Zipp had ever seen. She took a swig of a dark-looking drink and started to climb off her stool.

On the dance floor, one or two of the colts that Zipp recognized from her mother’s gala earlier were having a good time. As her gaze wandered around, an old stallion with a fine-looking coat was sitting in a booth by himself. She recognized him from her mother’s court. He winked and beckoned her over.

“Hey, darling.” The large mare had wandered over and was addressing Zipp. “Mind if I steal your sister for a few? I won’t be long. She looks like she could use a little relaxin’.” Pipp stood next to her, wide-eyed and eager. Everything about her expression said ‘please let me go!’.

What should Zipp do?

1. Go with Pipp and participate
2. Let Pipp go with the mare, and chat up the rich stallion
3. Let Pipp go, and chat up the two teenage colts dancing
4. Turn the mare down, and offer Pipp to the rich stallion for a hefty sum
5. Let Pipp go with the mare, and grab a drink at the bar

Author's Note

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