This was going to be an amazing treat for the big lug of a stallion. Not that he particularly deserved it – he wasn't the most faithful or the most devoted of special someponies, and to be perfectly honest, she was more or less just toying with him while she waited for Mister Right to come along and sweep her off her feet. A lady does have needs, after all.

Aww, well that's kind of a downer.

Warning: This story is transparently nothing but gratuitous clop.

Oohhh that's so awful I can't dislike it.

When you wrote wiating for mister right, you said FEET instead of HOOVES. It's a mistake thats made suprisingly often. Great fic so far and I can't wait to read the rest

I've finally seen the light! Clop never really was my thing and to think I almost passed this up! This was one of my favorite stories and it has earned a place on both my favorite lists.

The day Rarity finds Mr. Right will be the day pigs fly.