One shots.

>You are ghetto Anon and tonight it your fuckin’ night, the crowd eating up your last performance.
>Stepping back up to the stage showing off your swagger, you hand your disc over to the mare in charge of the music.
>You’ve killed their music with your great voice, it’s time for them to hear a little of yours.
>Oh man, you’re feeling really good about this song. It’s one of your favorite songs that you nailed every time back home.
>Helped you get all the bitches back home, so it should work here right?
>Even if they are horse pony things.
>Don’t judge a man who’s desperate for a little lovin’.
>You prep yourself on stage as the mare waits for the ok.
>You hear a couple of mares talking in the crowd.
>”Oh! Look at him, he’s so exotic!”
>Didn’t think this getup would be that effective
>You’re currently wearing a leather jacket over a nice undershirt, a loose knit cap, and your aviators.
>You give a nod over signaling the mare to dim the lights and start the CD.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=7sOZEJvkq3Q#t=16s
>You hear the remixed version of your voice whisper ‘Ay Mare’ repeatedly in the background with the auto tuned ‘Aaaayyyy’, the familiar feeling of the song rushing through you.
>You start to bob around a little, getting into the sound.
>You lift the mic sideways up to your mouth.
”This goes out to the beautiful mares…”
>You sweep your open arm over the crowd in front of you while moving the mic down towards your side for a second.
>The mic comes back up to your mouth.
”Which one of ya’ll…”
>A small pause.
”Which one of y’all”
>Another slight pause as you move towards the front of the stage.
”Whi-Which one, whi-which one of y’all is goin’ home with Anon!”
>You make your way through the first verse, everyone stunned at how amazing you must be.
>The whole time you’re bobbing back and forth on the stage.
>Shit, you’re gonna get some of that sweet mare vag tonight. You’re leavin’ them speechless.
>Onto the chorus. This is gonna kill them for sure.

>You move sway back towards the front of the stage, extending one hand out and pointing to a random mare in the crowd.
”Mare when I get you to the crib! Upstairs to the bed!”
>You echo those lines right after saying them switching who you’re pointing to.
”Mare you gonna think, Mare you gonna think, Mare you gonna think, Mare you gonna think!”
”Mare when I pull back them sheets! And you climb on top of me!”
>Echoing in the same way as the last lines and repeating the actions.
”Mare you gonna think, Mare you gonna think, Mare you gonna think, Mare you gonna think!”
>You pause for half a second.
”You gonna think I invented sex.”
>And then it all falls apart.
>Stuff starts getting thrown at the stage, ponies finally fed up with what they were listening to and you throw your hands up to defend against it.
>The mare in charge of music ejects the CD seeing the riot that’s about to happen.
>There’s a lot of booing and what you think was a cake hits you.
>You see Pinkie launching them from the crowd.
>You move the mic in front of your mouth.
>”You Zibbras are trippin’!”
>You escape the stage and leave out the back door to your house, the karaoke plan just shitting on you completely.
>Plus, those cakes ruined your damn leather coat. God damnit Pinkie, why the fucking cakes?

--King of Games--

>Be day trading card game in Equestria.
>It's the weekly tournament and your hanging with your nerdier friends in some stallions basement.
>"Ha Anon, he's going to wreck you!" a stallion with glasses and some facial blemishes yells from behind you.
>Your fighting for first place and everything is on the line.
>All of your concentration is poured into this match in front of you, calculating every move your opponent could make.
>You don't even notice the loud amount of yelling the the pony being thrown away from the stairs.
>"This is where you go on Firday nights Anon!"
>Oh fuck, it's Rainbow.
>Concentration broken.
>You turn to look at her and see her practically rolling on the floor, laughing at you.
>"I didn't know you were this lame!"
>A few of the stallions speak up, trying to defend their hobby but Rainbow Dash just laughs even harder.
>She finally gets up off the ground and hoovers towards the table.
"Now you know why I didn't tell you" you say through a sigh.
>"Pffff, these guys are lame Anon, forget your silly cards."
>She pretty much flips the table, sending all your cards that you spent so many bits on flying.
"What the fuck Rainbow!"
>She's already headed towards the stairs.
>"Hurry up, we got some partying to do. You can play with your dork friends later."
>Being the beta that you are, you silently collect your cards off the floor and head to follow behind her, making sure to check if your cards are wrecked.
>Your bro is lucky she didn't mess any of them up.
>Who the hell are you kidding? What would you have done anyways.
>You're never going to hear the end of this at any tournament. God damnit Rainbro...