Rarity flashed her sexiest smile, the one she used to scare away stallions long before they plucked up the courage to introduce themselves. The smile wasn't an invitation, but a challenge. "Are you stallion enough?" it asked. "Can you handle a real mare?" Rarity certainly hoped so. Diamond might have had a baby face and cheeks the color of rubies, but his aura was all stallion, as were his cut-from-diamond physique and ramrod-stiff member. She could sense his excitement groping for her, already stretching the front of his nylon thong.