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// Omake Theatre with Velvet Step: The What? 
// Story: Sensational Serials: Silly, Short Stories for Silly, Short Ponies 
// by PhycoKrusk 
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	Velvet Step had no hope. There was no hope for her. It was plain for anyone to see she had no hope. No hope! How could anyone not see that she had no hope?

It had already started; she could already feel the change coming on. If only she’d managed to get herself arrested but no, that was apparently impossible. No one wanted to arrest a responsible citizen. Now, it was too late; the moon was rising and it had started.

Velvet Step was cursed, ever since that night when things had gone horribly wrong and she’d been bitten on the street outside of Taps, a recently opened nightclub in Canterlot. Cursed to transform when the moon shined full and the beats were loud.

Her candy-pink tail curled itself almost impossibly. Her lips streaked themselves bright red as her eyes lined themselves in black, the lashes straightening out and darkening. Her mane pulled itself out into long spikes, and a tattoo of a frog on a lily pad magically flashed into existence just above her dock, and the change was complete.

Velvet Step was no ordinary mare, but had become something more. Something sinister and confusing. She was a close relative of a mehrwolf, for a very liberal definition of ‘relative.’

She was a mehrclubber.

“Woooooooooooooo!” she howled at the moon. Without even a moment of hesitation, she tore out of her front door and down the street, stopping only when she encountered another group of mares, and then joining them. She and others of her kind always traveled in packs, just as they were as they prowled down the streets towards Taps, where a shimmering sign greeted them:

LADIES’ NIGHT

Again, they moved, zeroing in on the bouncer standing guard by the door.

The hunt for free drinks and inappropriate dancing was on….