"Come on before the hottie behind the bar is taken!"
"Chitty, he's out of your league, girl."
"I don't care, he can hit a homerun in my bleachers anytime he wants!"
Later that afternoon, the Gossip Gals take their newest member Chrystal out to one of Canterlot's trendiest nightclubs, pLace.
"pLace?" Chrystal utters in disbelief staring at the brightly lit sign above the violet trimmed establishment. "That's what they settled with?"
"It's stylish, one word titles." Gabby states. "When you get it, ya get it, you know what I mean?"
"No."
"All in good time, Chryssy."
The confident mares stroll their way up to the front of a long long line of impatient ponies standing before them. Flashing their GG emblems to a stoic shades-wearing pegasus bouncer, the three pals get immediate access only for the gruff stallion to block Chrystal's entry.
"She's with us, bud!" Gabby calls out from inside.
"Mmm." the bouncer nods, stepping to the side.
"I'm not so sure about all this, girls." Chrystal sighs, trotting by to catch up with her gang.
"You'll be fine," Grapevine hollers over the loud pulsing music. "Clubs aren't for worrying, they're for working it and I have a stallion who needs some workin'!"
Shuffling her way through the packed house, Chrystal struggles to adjust to the overwhelming sounds and sights of booming techno pop beats, stomping hooves, drunken cheers, shining lights and clinking glasses. Feeling lost, Chrystal is yanked from the forest of swaying ponies by Gabby and plopped into a clear booth beside her and the others.
"Amazing, right?" the mare asks teasingly.
"How do you girls get used to this stuff?" Chrystal huffs, covering her ears.
"Sheer willpower, shallow self-centered pride and sweet sweet peer pressure!"
Soon, a lanky well-dressed unicorn stallion approaches their booth. "And what would you lovely mares have tonight?" he asks, carrying a notepad in his magic.
"A round of cider for me and the ladies!" Gabby yells boisterously.
"Put it on your tab?"
"Oh, Ginny, do you even have to ask?"
"I need to use the restroom." Chrystal mutters, fumbling out of her seat toward the restroom across from their table.
Inside, the booming music goes to a mere muffle as the door closed, the mare collapsing against the strip of restroom sinks. Setting her purse on it, Grub emerges, panting sweetly.
"Stay inside, Grub," Chrystal sighs, lowering the pup back inside. "This place doesn't allow pets."
"Mmm..." the dog whines.
"You don't think I'm getting jacked up by all the noise as well? It's horrible!"
"Ruff!"
"Keep it down, fool! I don't want to ruin my first impression, you know that. I've gone too deep with this. Besides, like Gabby said, sweet sweet peer pressure..."
"Mmm..."
Chrystal takes a deep breath as Grub wiggles back in his hiding spot. After a quick session of ear stretches, the two head out.
Returning to her booth, she sees a mysterious stallion chatting up a wobbly Grapevine, clearly wasted. "You're funny," she overhears the mare slurring with an occasional hiccup. "You're funny, and so is this drink, too. What mix is this again?"
"It's my...special recipe." the stallion hums.
Taking a close hard look at the glass on the table, Chrystal notices a strange reaction of bubbles and fizz swirling through the golden liquid with an unidentifiable patch of white powder resting at the bottom of the cup.
There, a disbelieving frown fell upon the mare's seething face. The mere idea of what clicked in her mind sent her blood boiling.
"So, uh, you wanna maybe get outta here and go somewhere?"
"Hee, I guess I could-"
"No!" Chrystal blurts snapping out of her state, getting the group's attention. "I mean, no, you'd better stick with me if you wanna really party."
"Huh, is that so?" the stallion strokes his chin with a sly smirk.
"Ooooh, look at you." Gabby snickers, nudging Chrystal.
"Somepony's wanting to show a guy a good time?" Grapevine burps woozily.
"Eeyup, I bet you he ain't never had a mare like me before, I assure you."
"Well, let's go then." the stallion nods.
"I won't be long, gals. Come on then...hot stuff."
Did I really just say that? Chrystal thought.
Chrystal rolls her eyes, sliding out of the booth and escorting the creep to the back of the club. Exiting the back door, the sickened mare does a quick scope around the bricked alley for any ponies.
"So, where to, sugar flank?" the stallion clears his throat.
"Closer." the mare utters.
"What's that?"
"Come closer..."
Curious, the pony follows the unicorn's instructions, stepping closer til their chest fluffs graze each other.
"Closer..." Chrystal leans up against the wall on her hind legs, guiding the stallion up to corner her between his burly hooves.
"Oh, you wanna do this here?" he chuckles.
"Yesssssss..." a sly grin stretches across her face as her company steps in eyes closed, lips puckered.
The structure of Chrystal's innocent face snaps and morphs before the creep, the familiar shape of a starving changeling pushes forth as her panting tongue dangles out in anticipation. The stallion halts on his move, opening his eyes to witness the mare's toothy maw drastically unfold. "What the?!" he wails.
"Give it to me, baby!"
Wrapping her hooves around him like a snake, Chrystal bares her slimy jagged fangs and plants a passionate mouthy kiss on the frightened stallion, her hungry hisses drowning out his cries for help as she roughly drains every ounce of "love" clouding his filthy mind from his body. The vibrant colors of her victim are slurped away, reducing him to a weak, twitching pale mess that she harshly kicks to the ground upon finishing her feeding.
"Mmm," she giggles to herself, licking her lips and ruffling the unconscious stallion's mane. "You were sooo good, we should do this again sometime."
"Ruff!" Grub barks, tugging at the stallion's tail.
"He's spent, Grub," the pony scoops the pup up into her purse. "So am I. That was fun. Let's go before the girl's get worried. Hopefully Grapevine is doing better."
Heading back inside for her table, the triumphant mare bounces to the hip beat of the club's music as she waves down her gang.
"Chrystal!" Gabby chimes. "You're back so soon?"
"Mmhmm," the mare nods, sliding back in the booth with a confident whip of her hair. "He couldn't handle me, that's all."
"Like I said, feisty!" Grapevine giggles.
"Gal pals!" Chit Chat squeaks, raising her glass.
"GAL PALS!" every mare howled, raising their glasses.
"Arooooooooo!" Grub cheers.
Chrystal tosses Grapevine's glass aside.
"I'll getcha a new one."