You're an earth pony looking for some action. It's late, but Ponyville's red light district is still awake.
A neon sign flashes, "NUDE MARES!" Which should mean nothing, because most mares are nude most of the time, but everyone except fillies and colts knows what it really means. Beneath the sign, a hand-made poster says, "ONE NIGHT ONLY! APPLEJACK THE ONE-HOLED WONDER!"
One-holed wonder? You don't know what that means, but it must be hot or else she wouldn't be performing at a place like this. Plus, it's Applejack. You've seen her selling apples in the market, and you'd sure like a piece of her ass.
You pay the cover charge and enter the club. Cherilee is dancing on stage, trying to earn money for school supplies that Mayor Mare won't budget for and the PTA can't afford. You order a drink at the bar and wait for the main act.
The lights dim. A voice announces, "Gentlestallions and not-so-gentle stallions! Put your hooves together for tonight's special guest, a mare of unique attributes, Applejack the one-holed wonder!"
The crowd cheers. You wonder again what "one-holed wonder" means, but when Applejack enters and begins to dance, your questions melt away.
Applejack is wearing a low-cut red dress. She steps and prances here and there. After a while she rolls her left shoulder out of the dress. She continues dancing, one strap dangling on the ground. Soon she rolls her right shoulder out of the dress. She holds the dress tight to her body with one hoof as she hides her body behind the curtain and grins towards the audience. A moment later, the dress comes flying out, and the crowd goes wild.
Applejack is now dancing nude, shaking her rump in time to the music. The orange mare's ass is hypnotic. Suddenly she stops, facing away from the audience. The audience grows quiet. She swishes her tail a little to one side, but not far enough to let you glimpse the sexiness underneath. Her blonde tail swishes left, then right, back and forth, moving in circles in time to the music.
Applejack stops again. She peeks back at the audience and yells, "Are ya ready?" The crowd yells back, "Yes!" Your cock has completely left its sheath now. Applejack shakes her rump up and down. With each shake, her tail goes higher and higher. Then, with a little hop, she flicks her tail up and to the side.
The crowd of stallions hoots and claps. At the same time, your cock slips back into its sheath. You whisper, "What in the actual fuck...?" The meaning of "one-holed wonder" is suddenly clear. Applejack doesn't have a pussy and a ponut. She has a cloaca.
As you slink out of the club, the bouncer chuckles at you. "Some filly got you on a leash or something? She's just getting to the good stuff." You duck your head and pretend you didn't hear him. Your night out is over.