>"I suppose you take...other forms of compensation?" she bats her eyelashes and keeps them half-lidded.
"Um..."
>She saunters up to you.
>Spaghetti starts to build up in your pockets.
>"I can take care of that little...buildup..."
>She licks her lips.
>She uses her magic to bring down your pants.
>The spaghetti bursts forth freely, without inhibition into her awaiting mouth, blasting her away like a fire hydrant.
>It fills carousel boutique until the very building bursts.
>In the wreckage, you and Rarity are staring straight upwards, floating atop the veritable sea of spaghetti, a cigarette in your mouth.
>"Well, you've been saving up for some time now...I...guess"
>You smile in the afterglow of release.
"Baby, you aint even seen my baguette yet."
It was a good day.