Just how would it taste to drink from a filly or a colt that isn't my sister? she thought to herself before she just shook her head in a disagreeable manner to it all. The desires where there without a doubt, but she always managed to prevent herself from not doing so. "You are still a lady, Rarity. Not a bloodthirsty monster who goes on a rampage through this town," were the words she always would use to kick herself back into the real reality.