>Day Dress to Impress
>You're in Canterlot, tired of the scene in Ponyville.
>Boring, nothing to do but attend Pinkie's parties.
>You step out of the shower and towel off.
>Pull on your lucky boxers, some socks, black pants.
>Button up a clean shirt as you slip into the shoes you bought yesterday.
>A black tie goes around your neck, and you slip your silk suit jacket on.
>A few accessories to complete the look, and you head downstairs to the garage.
>Your pride and joy, restored after you crashed into Equestria, sits before you.
>A gift from your Uncle Dusty, it's a beautiful hot rod- an eliminator coupe to be specific.
>Runs on magic now. 
>Still sounds the same though.
>You roll out from under the apartment complex, the stallion in the gatehouse waving as you exit.
>The sound of guitars on the radio mixes with the rumble of the engine as you cruise through the city.
>Waving to the mares, your cufflinks catching the setting sun.
>Girls can't help but doubletake.
>One stands out, despite hre best efforts not to.
>Its that one shy mare, from Ponyville.
>She moved here not long after you.
>Fluttershy, you think it was.
>Cute girl, but didn't say much and avoided the nightlife.
>What a shame.
>You wave to her as you rumble past.
>All the other mares throw jealous glares her way.

----

>There he goes.
>Oh my Goodness!
>He waved...to you!
>You can feel the blush creeping up your face.
>The other mares are green with envy, causing you to shrink back as best you can.
>As he speeds off towards the heart of the city, they disappate.
>Except for three mares, who start strutting towards you.
>You can hear guitars in the background.
>Where was that coming fr-
>Your train of thought is interrupted as they reach you.
>Circling around you, they seem to be appraising you.
>It's really embarassing.
>Maybe you can just-
>Nope, not gonna get away.
"C-can I help you?"
>The leader just smiles at you and winks, as the other two take hold and lead you down the street.

>At a nearby hair salon the leader tips a mare out of the chair, and she runs off as you're thrust down into the seat.
>That was mean...surely the stylist will kick you all out for that, and then you can escape.
>...or maybe she'll just start working on your mane.
>The mares whisper things to the stylist, and she just nods as she works.
>You weren't due for a haircut, but...this is nice.
>Even if you don't really understand what's happening.
>As the mare washes your mane, your thoughts drift to Anon.
>He's always out partying, maybe you should find him tonight.
>Show off your new mane style...
>You always were a good dancer, you just didn't like all the other ponies being around.
>Yes Fluttershy, that is what you have to do.
>We'll go find him!
>Right after these crazy mares let you go.
>Hopefully that'll be right after you're done here.

>You were wrong.
>After a long makeover session, your mane is...different.
>It's wild, and cool and not very Fluttershy.
>But it is PERFECT for what you plan to do tonight.
>After that they didn't let you go though.
>They took you for a hooficure.
>Which was also nice.
>They're very nice mares, you've decided.
>You just wish they'd talk to you.
>They always just wink, and smile and things like that.
>At least they're friendly though.
>Right now you're changing into another outfit.
>You've been shopping for quite some time now.
>Stepping out to go to the mirrors, the mares fawn over you.
>As you spin around, they share a look, and drag you out of the store.
"...but we haven't paid yet..."
>One of them just smiles and winks at you.
>They lead you into a fancy carriage, and the storeowner waves cheerfully as you drive away.
>You just don't understand.

---

>Parking the rod, you check that everything is in place.
>Seeing that it all is, you step out onto the street and head for the club entrance.
>You bypass the line, and the bouncer nods you inside.
>LaGrange isn't a big club, not like some of the ballroooms, but its intimate and exclusive.
>The low ceilings and varied levels make it dark, cozy, and hard to see across the crowd.
>A couple of bearded rockers you met told you "they've got a lot of nice girls" here, whatever that meant.
>You've gotten weirder tips though.
>And the layout hides your ridiculous height well.
>Grabbing a drink from the bar, you settle into a booth in a corner and sprawl out.
>The main band just showed up -those bearded guys from before, plus their drummer.
>But for now, there was just a DJ.
>A couple mares out on the floor catch your eye.
>But it's early, you're gonna let the floor heat up a bit first.

>Its been an hour or so, and you've got your best chances picked out.
>Also, you're suitably liquored up.
>That part is important.
>Alcohol is to dancing as grease is to machinery.
>Rising to head onto the floor, a commotion nearby draws your attention. 
>A quartet of mares stuts out onto the dance floor as the main band starts their set.
>...
>Those mares have got it going on!
>Man, tonight just got way better!
>A smile on your face, you push your way through their admirers, and three of the mares take notice.
>They move right up to you, and quickly pull you past the other stallions onto the floor.
>As you start to do your thing, they share some smiles and winks.
>Soon the group moves in around you, and pushes you towards a leggy yellow and pink pegasus.
>Damn, she looks fine. 
>She's got legs, and she knows how to use them.
>Without hesitation, you take the hint.

>As the next song starts, the mare turns and notices you.
>Holy shit!
>Its Fluttershy!
"Fluttershy, right? From Ponyville?"
>"Y-you remember me!?"
"I always remember a pretty face."
>She blushes and looks away.
"You look totally different than earlier though!"
>"Oh, I just felt like going out tonght. Nothing s-special."
"It looks great. You should go out more often." you smile.
>As the song hits its stride, you cut the chit-chat and start to dance.
>And good God, Fluttershy more than keeps up with you.
>This girl knows what she's doing.

>As the night draws to a close, you sit in a booth with Fluttershy.
>It was a great night, and you're both tired out.
>Her friends have left to go hang with the band, and you're too busy talking to the mare in front of you to care.
>The lights come up, and you stand.
"Can I drive you home?"
>"Is that all?" she teases, a blush on her cheeks.
>This mare is alright.

---

>Tonight has been just perfect.
>You never did get to thank those girls for everything.
>But after the band's last set, they just disappeared.
>Or maybe you were too busy with Anon to see them leave.
>Oh well.
>But now you're here with him, in his car.
>You feel so cool, cruising through Canterlot with the windows down and the radio up.
>Just hanging out with Anon.
>But what do you do next?
>You've never gotten even close to this far with a stallion before!
>Oh Fluttershy, you should have listened to somepony other than Rarity.
>She was such a tease to her stallions, but you really wanted to reel this one in!
>He was smart and fashionable and cool...
>...and he was nice to you. He was interested in you.
>Oh what to do, what to do!

>The car stops at a red light, and you look out the window.
!!!
>Its those three mares! And the stallions from the band!
>They're sitting on a long bench outside a diner.
>The stallions are sitting like Anon, and one of the girls winks at you before laying her head down on his leg.
>She runs a hoof absently along the inside of the same leg.
>The light turns green, and the stallions wave as you drive away.
....
>You do exactly what the other mare did.
>It feels nice, you could fall asleep like this.
>You jump a bit as he lays his hand on your withers and gently rubs up your neck.
>It feels so nice, you drift off.

---

>Damnit.
>She fell asleep.
>And you have no idea where to go next to get to this mare's apartment.
>It isn't far from yours, so you just redirect and head home.
>You'll sleep on the couch tonight, you guess.
>In all honesty, when you go downtown, you're usually looking to get some.
>Lord knows you don't have any inhibitions any more.
>But no matter how choice that flank is, you're not the kind of guy to take advantage of a mare.
>Looks like you won't be getting any tush tonight.

>Back at your place, you carry the sleeping mare to your room and tuck her in.
>In the closet you strip down to your boxers and throw on some pajama pants, then head for the couch.
>Leaving an old 45 to play on the record player, you fall asleep.

>In the morning, you wake up to the smell of breakfast.
>With a groan you roll off the couch, and get to your feet.
>In the kitchen you find yourself having a terrible case of morning wood.
>Which is not helped by the sight before you.
>Fluttershy singing to herself, shaking her flank in time as she cooks.
>"Give me all your loving, all your hugs and kisses too~"

[spoiler] It was a very ZZ Top weekend. [/spoiler]