Horse play: The diss track
Mane Attraction x Poodle! reader
Notes: Gender neutral reader, swearing (Man if this weren't a kids movie you KNOW Mane would've been spewing swears like his life depended on it), might make a series of this but eh depends on how this does, Reader is a sports reporter who specialises in Roarball, Reader works for the National Roarball League, Established relationship, romantic relationship between co-workers? Kinda? Idk, Mane being a bit of a prick, Mane's a bit toned down in this, short.
"Hey! I'm back!"
Walking into the living room, you placed down a plastic bag, before going back into the hallway and throwing your jacket onto the rack. "I bought us a Chinese!" You shouted into the penthouse. "Cus we all know your ass ain't cooking." You mumbled as you pulled out your phone, walking back into the living room, you threw yourself onto the comically large couch and started to scroll through various social media apps. Everyone on your feed was talking about Will Harris, the newest addition to the thorns and the goat who absolutely rocked your boyfriends shit. After a couple of minutes, you lifted your head towards the hallway. "Mane!" You called putting your phone in your pocket, before sitting up and digging through the plastic bag. "Your food is gonna get cold!" Grabbing your noodle box and chopsticks, you immediately started to dig in.
Shoveling another mouthful into your gob, your ears perked up as you heard some heavy footfall coming towards you. Turning your head, your eyes immediately caught Mane's huge figure. Wearing those damn fishnets and shorts, while his headphones hang around his neck. "Took you long enough!" You sassed between mouthfuls. Mane scoffed as he sat down, quickly man spreading, and pulling you towards him. "Gotta let the champion take his sweet time, baby!" Rolling your eyes, you leaned into his side. "Take a look at this for me." He said, slipping a piece of paper into your lap before leaning forward and grabbing his food. Raising a brow you slowly put your food to the side and picked up the paper. "What is this?" You questioned, your eyes scanning the paper. The title read as 'Goat tears'.
"New song I've been cooking up." He answered casually before taking a bite of his food. Still confused, you continued to read on before it finally clicked. "This is a diss track about Will Harris!?" You basically shouted at him. "Right on the fucking money, baby!" He huffed at you, his ears twitching. "Sorry," You mumbled before tilting your head at him. "Mane, is this really necessary?" You asked as the Horse snapped his head towards you like you'd said something fucking problematic. "Necessary?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "Course it's fucking necessary! Little man thinks he can get away calling me my little pony behind my back!? Hell fucking nah, babe." You rubbed your snout before sighing, tossing the lyrics onto the coffee table then picking your food back up. After a beat, Mane opened his mouth again. "I want you to be in it." He said.
"In what?" You asked plainly, before immediately cutting him off before he could say anything. "Please don't say one of your shitty crypto ads!" You cried out. "You know how I feel about those." Stabbing him-playfully-with your chopsticks. "What!? No-They are not that shitty! And I've stopped doing those!" He blurted out, wacking your chopsticks away with his hand as he glared at you. "The music video for goat tears! I want you to make a cameo in it." He explained. "Ah," You said with a nod. "That makes more sense." You hummed. "Sure." You shrugged. "Fuck yes!" He celebrated, pulling you even closer to him.
"And plus, how could you say no to me?" He said, winking at you and showing his gold tooth.