Ignoring the pain in her hip and lower back, Rarity pounced on the crystal fighter, denying him the opportunity to find his footing and launch a counterattack. They tumbled like lovers across the canvas, eager hooves grabbing at slippery limbs and necks. Their pants mingled together and drifted off toward the ceiling, and much of the crowd panted with them, the stallions especially, gripping and pumping the engorged excitement dangling between their hind legs