Laughter, music, strobing lights, these were the hallmarks of a vibrant Nightclub. Heavy Base moved bodies in a fast paced rhythm. Drinks of various colors, shapes, and sizes lubricated more than just the pony that consumed them. Food of all kinds reached the stomachs of those that wanted to take a break from rubbing bodies on the dancefloor. Intricate songs erupting from the DJ's Soundbooth brought colorful emotion to the many interlopers of the Nightclub.

It was early in the night, just a few hours after the rewards ceremony and I, along with the other Racers decided that we should all spend one last night together in comradery rather than rivalry. Since Flash Sentry was in the hospital for a concussion, we didn't have to worry about getting kicked out for his "High and Mighty" attitude.

After I shipped my first place trophy aptly titled at the base, Junior Lightning Champion, back home, along with other belongings. I exited my hotel room wearing my favorite leather jacket and some black mascara. Walking into a large hall with white walls lined with dark brown doors, I saw Gilda waiting impatiently for me on the clean, red carpet.

"Jeez, we are just going to drink, not get laid," Gilda greeted. I rolled my eyes, pointing to her violet eye makeup that she was wearing proudly.

"Look who's talking," I greeted back. "Though if you wanted to show me that you want "this," all you have to do is ask," I winked. Gilda, who I knew was easy to make blush, took a step back with pink cheeks, and twitching wings.

"L-Like hell I would. You are half a head shorter than the average mare! You are too tiny for even for me," Gilda stammered. "Not that I have a thing for Hens or anything."

"Riiiight," I purred with a cheeky smirk gracing my lips. I took a few steps toward the Griffon, giving her a hungry look. Gilda, because of her size, backed into the wall. Licking my lips ever so slowly. I traced my hoof down her ruffled chest oh so slowly. "I'm sure that this big, strong, Griffoness, wouldn't like to devour this little Pegasus?"

Gilda turned every shade of red as her wings became fully erect. Her body quickly became rigid to my sensual touch. She struggled to find words, the only sounds to come out from her beak was garbled gibberish. Happy with my little victory, the other Racers that were joining us, slowly came out of their rooms, dressed and ready to party. Taking a step back, I slapped Gilda's chest with my tail and trotted off, leaving behind the stunned Griffon for a few short minutes.

"Hey! Get back here, Cunt!"

Or not.

"So this is the place?" asked Maze Runner as we walked up to a large building roughly the size of a small warehouse.

The brick building was square in structure and painted a dark blue. Various lights beamed from underneath a decorative ledge lining the wall in a wide variety of inviting colors. In front of the building was a set of black double doors. Standing next to the doors and holding back a sizeable line from entering the Nightclub were two, large, muscular stallions wearing matching suits.

Looking to my right, the dark brown Pegasus stallion with a straight, steel mane and a stubby tail that asked the question looked rather uncomfortable at the intimidating sight. It didn't help that a disgruntled mare at the front of the line was picked up, and thrown into a nearby trash bin for getting rowdy. I gave him my signature smile in response.

"Sure is. Let's go!" I cheered, leading the pack of quiet Racers and Gilda, who wasn't too pleased with my comments earlier, towards the buff stallions.

"Doesn't look like we'll get in with that line," Aurora Tempest, another one of our fellow Racers, commented dryly. Pretending that I didn't hear that, I trotted up to the stallions with my winning smile, and let's not forget about the death glares freely given from the ones stuck in line, and began to assert my authorata!

"Can you two Gentledrakes let us into this fine establishment for this evening?"

"The lobby is full, and unless you and your friends have a reservation or V.I.P Ticket, you are not getting in," the stallion standing to my right.

"Told you," the lame-pants Aurora quipped. Rolling my eyes, I reached into my jacket and pulled out a shiny, silver piece of paper, and handed it to the stallion on the right.

"What's this?" the stallion asked, looking over the paper with scrutiny.

"Just a gift from my Aunt Fleetfoot. She recommended me this club," I replied. Frowning, the stallion on the right whispered into the ear of his partner over my sweet sixteen birthday present. The magically enchanted piece of paper given to me by Fleetfoot was a Lifetime Membership to every club associated with the Wonderbolts. Even though I wasn't one myself, having family in the group sure had some benefits. The best part of the membership was that I could have a group of fifteen accompany me. 'Thank you, Aunt Footy. May you one day hold down a stallion longer than three months.'

Elsewhere....

"You alright, Fleetfoot? You aren't angry with me, are you?" asked a soft-spoken stallion enjoying a romantic dinner at the Le Grande Del Rosa restaurant in Canterlot.

"No, I'm not mad at you, Valiant, but there is this one filly that's going to die tomorrow."

"What did she do?" Valiant sighed at the easy to anger Pegasus mare.

"Talk shit about my love life."

"Well..." Fleetfoot directed her glare at Valiant, silencing what was about to come out of his muzzle. "...Never mind."

Elsewhere....

"Everything checks out. Have a pleasant evening, Miss Rose and company," the stallion on the right said, handing me back my document. I gave him a thankful nod and motioned the slackjawed group to enter the club, much to the outrage of the ponies waiting in line.

"What was that magic you pulled off?!" gawked Razorwing in awe. "I was sure we were going to get turned away!"

"It's called the magic of best Aunt," I replied triumphantly. The mare continued to gawk as everyone else went their separate ways for the night. Trotting along to the bar for a drink, I couldn't help but enjoy the lively atmosphere.

The purple walls, red carpet, loud music reminiscent of orgasmic Dubstep; the hundreds of bodies writhing and raving around and even against each other in a fast-paced orgy of the flesh brought an old flame deep within my heart back to life. Walking around the cornucopia of ponies rubbing against each other, I found the bar at the far end of the dance floor underneath the second-floor balcony.

Taking one of the empty velvet stools in front of the obsidian countertop, I gazed over the large selection of spirits and hard liquor on display shelves against the wall behind the counter. The beer taps themselves were quite literally within arms reach as they were attached to the countertop for ease of access.

As for the bartender? She was a cute Pegasus with a sleek amber coat with a dark purple and red mane and tail. Her mane was tied in an adorable ponytail while her own tail was straight with a slight curl at the tip, and she wore a little black bowtie around her neck.

"What can I get you sweetheart?" the bartender winked my way while cleaning a glass with a white rag. Now that she was facing me, I saw that her bowtie had the name, Black Sunshine, on a pin attached to the tie. Let's not forgot the wonderful view of her alluring, golden eyes that seemed to glow in the neon lights. Feeling a little adventurous, I wanted to start the best night of my life with a bang!

"How about Amber Delicious's favorite pick?" I winked back. The bartender couldn't help but giggle before reaching for a bottle of Whiskey with one hoof while her wings grabbed a few other things from behind the counter.

"Really? Amber Delicious? Do I look like an apple farmer?" Black questioned while mixing what looked like a Canadian favorite; Whiskey, Maple syrup, a little bit of sugar, and ice.

"I'm just teasing, Sunny. Besides, you are making one my personal favorites. Are you, perchance, a mind reader?"

"Hmm," Black hummed, placing my drink in front of me. I grabbed in my hooves, swishing the viscous concoction in my hooves with mute glee before bringing it up to my lips for a quick sip. And praise Lunas Futa Dick was it good!

"Depends on the mare. Some are easy to read, while others...Not so much."

Feeling a little bold, I traced the tip of my hooves thoughtfully. "I agree, so, when do you get off work?"

Black smile. "A few hours, though I must ask. Are you off age?"

"I'm just shorter than normal, but yes, I am, And, I know what you like. If you are interested," I purred.

"Hmm, then don't get too drunk Hawkfire, and we'll see," she purred back before tending to another customer. Looking at the clock above the bar, I saw that I had time to dance for a little bit with Gilda and have a few more drinks. Looking down at the drink I was currently holding, I figured I could have a few more. Besides, the night was young, and you only live once...erm...Thrice!

Warmth, a soft bed, the arm of a lover greeted me with a heavenly aroma of Maple Syrup, clean bedsheets, and last nights shame. The feeling of a fluffy body spooning mine, as well as an arm and a wing holding me close, wasn't a wake-up call that I would have expected. Then again, I vaguely remember bringing home a mare from the Club home with me, but who? Deciding that sleeping in this morning wasn't going to be an option, I hesitantly opened my eyes.

Through blurry eyes, I saw the familiar shapes of my room back in Ponyville. The worn, beige end table that held a lamp and my alarm clock were just within reach, as well as a set of strange, square glasses resting next to a cup of water next to my bed. I could see my dark-brown dresser slightly opened where I kept my toys directly in front of me. Looking down to where the hoof and wing was, I was glad that I saw the amber appendages gripping me tightly like a teddy bear. Smiling, I rolled over to meet the mare I've taken home and found her staring back at me with soft laden, eyes, still bathed in last nights afterglow.

"Morning, Love," I smiled back. "Wasn't last night wonderful?"

"Hmm, I'll say. Shame I can't stay. My worthless coltfriend should be coming out of the hospital today," Black paused to yawn. "You could teach him a thing or two."

"Yeah, I bet. Shame this was only a one-time thing. I wouldn't have minded a few more rounds."

"A few more rounds of what, Rose?" growled a new voice, causing both Black and me to bolt up and face the door to face the wrath of a fiery orange Pegasus mare, glaring pure death at us both.

"T-This isn't what it looks like!" Black blurted. "I swear I didn't know she had a marefriend!" Groaning in annoyance for the sudden incursion, I plopped my head down on my pillow, wanting the unfolding nightmare to never start.

"I'm not her marefriend. I'm her, Mother."

Author's Notes:

Welp, now it's time to start the story! Updates will be a little sporadic, but they will be somewhat consistent!

Now I just need cover art...also if you see a mistake, fist me hard so that I may fix it!