Moo Nominee walked into a pony strip club. He was an obese earth pony with an unkempt pinkish mane and a plain greyish coat. Upon his sagging flank was inscribed a cutie mark of two deep blue circles. Moo was once again finding himself alone in a strip club during a Tuesday night.

Then moo would shuffle his way through the dank, sweaty, and somewhat sticky floor to the bar. The bartender and owner of the club, who moo knew only as Draze. Draze was a muscular unicorn with a massive horn that often banged against the glasses set up on the overhang to dry. And when I mean massive. I mean freakin massive. Draze was like pony wearing a traffic cone.

Draze had already prepared for Moo. Every other day he’s have to deal with the fat slob coming in. It wasn’t that Moo was a bad customer even, Draze just disliked him. The way he came in every day and asked for Trixie, even though it’s Tuesday and Trixie is a Friday girl. Or how he always wheezed when he talked, as if he had just gotten done running hard. Still, he was good business and on more than one occasion had used the back rooms. The sudden thought of Moo’s fat body fucking one of his girls caused Draze to visibly wince as Moo approached the bar.