Dance Battle

>Wake up and do your morning stretches.
"Today is the day."
>You've gone through many training montages, but this was the real test.
>This was going to separate the men from the ponies.
>Proceed with your daily ritual of the Triple S and a healthy breakfast of oats and nanners.
>Once finished, you leave the comfort of your home, knowing there's a possibility you may never return to its warming welcome.
>The ponies you pass shutter in fear and avoid eye contact with you.
>A familiar figure sits on a park bench, wearing a trench coat.
"Thought you wouldn't show up." You say to the figure.
>"I wouldn't miss it for the world. It's time I finally put you in your place."
"Big words for such a shy pony, aye Flutters?"
>Fluttershy stands up, tossing off her trench coat to reveal a red jump suit.
>"Just lay down the board and beat, Imma show you how it's done."
>You pull out an over-sized boombox and place some cardboard down.
>"You remember the deal right?"
"Yeah yeah, if I lose I'm your sex slave. If you lose you supply me with a fat cat."
>"Why do you want a fat cat so badly?"
>Turn to Fluttershy while relinquishing a heavy sigh.
"Because I'm in the business for fat cats that I can name Momo or Meatball."
>She stares at you queerly.
>"Really? That's the reason?"
".... It's also so I can make fat pussy jokes ok?"
>"Whatever, let's just get started."
>Anyone who was in the park is now circled around you and Fluttershy.
>Turn the volume up to 11 on that shit, it's about to get wild.
>Press play.
http://youtu.be/eH3giaIzONA?t=1m26s
>Fluttershy and the rest of the crowd gives you a puzzled look.
>You kinda just sat there frozen as you realize your mistake.
>You hurriedly eject the tape.
"T-THAT'S FOR SOMETHING ELSE!" You nervously yell as red fills your cheeks.
>'They'll never understand my love of Whitney.' You think to yourself.
>Shakily pop in another tape.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9U2P1JKE8V8
>Fluttershy begins to walk around the cardboard box, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.
>She begins to pop and lock.
>The crowd of gathered ponies are cheering her on.
>Her moves are impressive but amatuer at best.
>After she drops it, she clears the floor.
>Shake your limbs a little as a way to loosen up.
>You sea-walk around the box a little, making sure to show off your fingerless gloves.
>Drop to the ground and begin doing the worm.
>The crowd cheers with glee.
>'You've got this shit in the bag.' You think to yourself
>"Alright pretty boy, but can you handle this?"
>Fluttershy does a 360 no scope, double pits to chesty combo.
>She lands it perfectly.
>The crowd goes wild.
>You're left in complete awe.
>'There's only one move that could possibly beat that and you've never pulle it off.' You think to yourself as you feel the pressure building.
>The crowd of ponies focuses their attention back on to you.
>'Now or never.'
>Crack your knuckles and slowly walk up to the cardboard dance floor.
>The crowd is hushed in anticipation for your next move.
>You stare deeply into the eye of your competition.
>Quickly grab the boombox and sprint over to Fluttershy and start beating the shit out of her with it.
"FUCK YOU FLUTTERS! YOU PISS COLORED ASS FUCK SHIT BALLS!"
>You were never the best at insults... or dancing.
>Someone from the crowd pulls you off her.
"NO I NEED TO DO THIS! I'LL BE HER SEX SLAVE IF I LOSE." You plead as an attempt to get the pony to release you.
>Police ponies begin to tackle you as you try to get back over to Fluttershy.
"SHE SAID SHE WANTED TO DO BUTT STUFF! WITH MY BUTT!"
>You resist harder.
"SHE SAID AFTERWARDS I'D HAVE TO LOOK AT HER ANTIQUE FORK COLLECTION WHILE MASTURBATI-."
>A sudden stinging feeling hits the side of your neck and you become unconscious.
>Wake up to find your leg and arm motion restricted.
>Check your surroundings and see that you're in Fluttershy's house.
"How the hell did I end up here?"
>"Oh they just l-let me take you to be a-all mine." She says while fluttering up to kiss you.
>Spit at her.
>"Now now, don't be such a grumpy head, mister."
>She pulls out a wooden box.
"That's not what I think it is, is it?"
>A wicked smile comes across her face.
>She opens the box to reveal, the antique fork collection.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
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