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// On the Floor 
// Story: Changeling Stories 
// by Holtinater 
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I spun, and I jumped, and I glided all across the room in seemingly effortless motions, all to the tune of a waltz that was perhaps a bit too fast for my taste.

And taste was what I was here for.

Which made this dance extra depressing. Too fast, and my… dance partner… had not arrived. I knew that he was in this very lovely, very big house, but he had yet to make his appearance where I was told he would be waiting.

Instead, he had left me waiting. Unknowingly, but it was still rude, and I was counting it against him.

But then, just as the music was reaching its climax, I saw him enter the room. A tall, dark stallion, obviously taking great pride in his looks. I idly wondered if that was what had taken him so long. 

I didn’t have much time to wonder, though, as the next song began. I quickly made my way over to him, but tried not to make it too obvious. A lady’s got to have subtlety, and me even more so for what I intended to get done tonight. 

All too soon, I was upon him, and swooped him along with me. He was unprepared, to say the least, but went along with it anyways. A gentlecolt too, I see. A shame.

We danced together, swaying this way and that to the music. I begrudgingly gave him the lead. Around and around we spun, until finally everything came to a halt, and I seized my opportunity. There wouldn’t be many tonight, and this was too important to mess up.

I grabbed his fetlock and dragged him to the closest doorway out of the ballroom. He got the message and followed along.

We passed through many hallways and many rooms until I came across the one that I had decided was perfect weeks ago. It was, of course, unlocked and empty, with a single bed sitting immediately inside, made and ready for use.

I giggled, and made a show of hopping onto the bed, then patting a spot next to me.

Once again, he got the message, closing the door behind him and locking the door with his horn. He slowly undressed, removing his tie, then his vest, and so on until he was completely bare.

He got up onto the bed, and started undressing me. Perfect.

I took the opportunity and blazed into my true form, striking at his neck with a changeling’s fangs.

Mission accomplished.