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"Not you again. You've been frequenting this dance studio on purpose, haven't you? Wait-is that your music playing? W-why is it so profane? Ahh! Filth! F-filth and vulgarity! There! You had to have heard that! T-that singer just said the B-word! That's in reference to mares, not female dogs! Surely, you must find all this obscene....not to mention objectifying? A-and why are you up on that pole? I-I thought that sort of dancing w-was reserved for...ponies with no other means of earning money. Do you not find it demeaning?"

"You don't get out a lot, do ya, creampuff? I wrote this song." Zee shrugged. She lounged easily upon the studio's dance pole, and her casual smile irked Moondancer beyond belief. "You'd best scoot along, boo. Mama wouldn't wanna offend any more of your delicate sensibilities." She winked at him, before slinking and twisting into a new pose up on the pole....a pose that didn't leave much to the imagination.

Moondancer turned bright crimson, but refused to be cowed. "N-never!" He squawked. "I've as much right to use the studio as you do!"

"True, true." She nodded, bored, before a wicked idea came to her. "Hey....how about you try out the pole for yourself? It's pretty empowering, honest."

"No thank you." Moondancer pinned back his ears, thoroughly annoyed. "I am great and powerful enough already."

"Sounds like chicken talk to me." Zee smiled slyly. "What, you afraid to get up here and work that body for me, boo? Scared of spraining somethin' trying to grind?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I could dance up there if I wanted to. Easily."

"So show me, creampuff. Get up here and work the pole. Prove you ain't the innocent widdle scoop of marshmallow fluff you look like." Zee's grin was like a particularly smug cat. Moondancer glared at her, and she knew that she'd already won. "....If you think you can handle it, that is."

Moondancer lifted his head and snorted. He knew a challenge when he heard one, and on his honor, he could not decline a challenge.

With a confident hoof, he grabbed the pole. Zee slid down with an excited squee, plopping to the floor to watch him.

"I will show you, little mare."

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the day moondancer discovered his real special talent

these two are fun. Zee (Frenzied Beats) is kind of a troll

bonus doodle: work it moony, work it:

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"Not you again. You've been frequenting this dance studio on purpose, haven't you? Wait-is that your music playing? W-why is it so profane? Ahh! Filth! F-filth and vulgarity! There! You had to have heard that! T-that singer just said the B-word! That's in reference to mares, not female dogs! Surely, you must find all this obscene....not to mention objectifying? A-and why are you up on that pole? I-I thought that sort of dancing w-was reserved for...ponies with no other means of earning money. Do you not find it demeaning?"

"You don't get out a lot, do ya, creampuff? I wrote this song." Zee shrugged. She lounged easily upon the studio's dance pole, and her casual smile irked Moondancer beyond belief. "You'd best scoot along, boo. Mama wouldn't wanna offend any more of your delicate sensibilities." She winked at him, before slinking and twisting into a new pose up on the pole....a pose that didn't leave much to the imagination.

Moondancer turned bright crimson, but refused to be cowed. "N-never!" He squawked. "I've as much right to use the studio as you do!"

"True, true." She nodded, bored, before a wicked idea came to her. "Hey....how about you try out the pole for yourself? It's pretty empowering, honest."

"No thank you." Moondancer pinned back his ears, thoroughly annoyed. "I am great and powerful enough already."

"Sounds like chicken talk to me." Zee smiled slyly. "What, you afraid to get up here and work that body for me, boo? Scared of spraining somethin' trying to grind?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I could dance up there if I wanted to. Easily."

"So show me, creampuff. Get up here and work the pole. Prove you ain't the innocent widdle scoop of marshmallow fluff you look like." Zee's grin was like a particularly smug cat. Moondancer glared at her, and she knew that she'd already won. "....If you think you can handle it, that is."

Moondancer lifted his head and snorted. He knew a challenge when he heard one, and on his honor, he could not decline a challenge.

With a confident hoof, he grabbed the pole. Zee slid down with an excited squee, plopping to the floor to watch him.

"I will show you, little mare."

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the day moondancer discovered his real special talent

these two are fun. Zee (Frenzied Beats) is kind of a troll

bonus doodle: work it moony, work it:

characters shown: