"I suppose it's only fair that I offer you a chance to plough my plot once we get back," Rarity looked back at her rump and flicked her tail sending whisks of purple hair slapping over her blue diamond cutie marks. It thrilled Rarity to use such dirty talk, but also made her stomach churn; afraid of offending her lover. "I've heard of some stallions who are fixated on that area; but most others find it repugnant, and insulting if a mare asked them to rut her back there." 