It was the dead of night when Lauren Faust locked the door to her workroom, heart pounding in her throat. What would her husband, nay, society say if they knew of this? Nothing good. But her rapturous desires could not be denied.
She went to her desk, where her magical unicorn waited. With a loving hand, Lauren touched up Twilight's curves. The beautiful, bashful, bookish pony looked up at her, her face shining with passion, and batted a pair of bedroom eyes at her.
''Lauren,'' Twilight said breathlessly, ''when I'm with you, you really make me come alive.''