The idea of mating sparked a growing fire in her loins, and the prospect of making herself feel good was becoming more appealing the longer she dwelled on the idea. She'd done well to suppress her urges thus far, but now the thoughts were there again; and she didn't feel like ignoring them this time. That and the fact it had been a very long while since she last felt release. Rarity may have thought of herself as a lady of class, but that didn't mean she was a complete prude. She, like many other mares, loved to feel good and to satisfy urges.