Whimsical Misadventures CYOA

Adoring the rather large flank of the ultimate cutie mark crusader was a rather flushed mare, spinning around a...

"Is that a stripper pole!?" She squeaked. Her wings flapped awkwardly as she turned in a circle, like a dog unsure of how tails work. Finally, she lit her horn and pulled a shiny pan from behind the counter to look at her reflection. "So, what, we're good at spinning in circles, that's kinda... lame..."

Her head started to fuzz over with thoughts of loud music, flashing lights and a strong musk that was hard to place. She fell back on her haunches, hoof to her head as a strange giggle came from deep within her.

"Oh, that' sounds like fun!" She clumsily stood up, wobbling on legs that must have felt like stilts in comparison to a foal. She turned and started out the door. The sun was heading for the horizon as the mare made her way to a seedier part of town. Her stilted walk changed to a normal pace, to a slight sway to a full on swagger. In the bronze light of autumn's evening, her defined curves and plump rump caught the quite a few stallions, and even more mares as she passed.

A lovely mare with a red mane and a crimson bouquet of flowers approached the mare on crusade and stammered. "H-hi! These are for you!" She held them out as they pranced passed. Nimbly, a single rose is plucked and added to their glorious mane.

"I'm--" A moment passed as they considered, "--Sweet Crisp. Princess of the dance!" With allure and presence, she continued on, but not before curling their mane around the flower mare's neck with a flick. As Sweet Crisp left, the sound of a mare's whinny was followed by a pony falling to the ground. Cocky grin ready, she continued onwards.

The Seedy Shack was an out of the establishment, shaped like a rotting apple, that boasted strong cider, good food and quality service. As Sweet Crisp pushed pulled open the door, the sun seemed to flee from the powerful atmosphere. Pounding music, rolling fog, cheering voices and the clink of voices all combined into an intoxicating feeling that had Sweet Crisp's cutie mark vibrating like a map quest.

She looked about as entered, a stage at the far side immediately snaring her attention. Sliding down a mounted pole was strangely familiar yellow pegasus, though she was wearing a veil of sorts, and tight leather obscuring her cutie mark as it adhered to her fine features. Their eyes locked as the music began to die down and Sweet Crisp approached the stage. The mare didn't speak, but offered a hoof up and Sweet Crisp accepted with a grin.

From above, a bright spotlight illuminated them as Sweet Crisp took hold of the bar, and the mare that was definitely not Fluttershy flapped backstage, her crinkling with mirth.

"Ready or not! Here we go!" The ultimate crusader bounced her hips as upbeat music started, her hooves caressing the bar with intimate abandon. Swish-swish went her long, cream-colored tail as spun in a long, slow circle. Stallions and mares whistled and cheered from cushions or stools, or just standing up to get closer.

With a flap and a twist, she turned upside-down, her wings keeping aloft as she spread her hind legs and ground herself hard against the bar. The crown of ponies lost their minds, throwing bits and intimate suggestions at her. She giggled, grinning as clearly drunk stallion approached the front of the stage. He reached up as she spun, and then smacked her flank with a resounding thwack.

What happens next:
Sweet Crisp gives the stallion some extra service?
She freaks and runs off stage.