Loud, feminine gasps echoed throughout the Carousel Boutique, accented by pants and throaty moans from a burly partner, as the perfumed air slowly became replaced with something more pungent.

"Oh! Oh--Oh my--" Rarity's mind fought for superiority as her bodily desires duked it out for importance. Sheer, unrelenting, immeasurable pleasure, or continuing the flow of oxygen to her lungs. Her rapidly-darkening face attested to the lungs' case, and with a trembling inhale, she began to rise once more to the peak of pleasure her partner kept her going at. He really was a handsome stallion, if a little rough in his ways, but one must never complain when creating a proper collaboration with Fancy Pants.

Rarity's gasps and moans only grew in volume as she approached her peak. Fancy thrust harder and harder, forcing his length deep into Rarity's folds. Rarity began to moan his name, calling out as though a foal to her mother, then, like a bear to its prey, to roaring as though a lion possessed her vocal chords, all while clamping down on Fancy. He shivered with delight and excitement.

"I daresay...I am rather...close." He managed to grunt between thrusts. Rarity paid him no mind, as her ears were filled with her own melodic moans and whimpers, the shrieks as he thrust all the way in--just like that!--filling the entire block with the sounds of passion. Higher and higher she climbed, riding her lover till her journey would end in a glorious conglomerate of love and harmony. Twilight simply didn't know what she was missing out on!

Fancy gripped Rarity's sides harder, thrusting with force as he grew close to climax. Rarity's pants and screams were loud enough to cause Fancy to flinch, but he soldiered on, intent on scoring his prize. Faster and faster, harder and harder until--

*CRACK*

With a wail that could shatter bones, the mirrors surrounding Rarity's room splintered, and exploded outwards, the glass breaking apart from the sheer volume of the shriek. Mirror after mirror smashed in the room, showering the couple with glass shards, the twinkling little bits mixing in with the juices running down the lovers' legs. Cries of disdain could be heard outside the Boutique as well, as every mirror in the local vicinity fell victim to the orgasmic wave of destruction, the force wiping out compacts and bathroom fixtures alike. The local mirror shop would have nailed a snow globe look-alike contest, if the snow was shards of sharp deadly glass, and the ponies were covering their faces and prying glass chunks out of their eyes.

Passer-by gazed with morbid curiosity at the Boutique, its windows all cracked, and the mirrors all destroyed. Some covered their ears, others ran for cover. The smart ones sat and watched, because none would escape the wrath of a mirror-less town. The crowd converged on the Boutique, shouting curses and throwing chunks of glass at the now-opened windows. Rarity looked out with a worried expression, noticing the mirrors all broken.

"That's going to be a LOT of bad luck." Rarity said, smacking her face.

Rarity cowered behind the folding snack table in her living room, carelessly throwing grapes over the top at her many assailants. As the crowd neared, she began to shiver with disgust at her own actions, licking the grapes before throwing them. As the lubed-up projectiles made contact, the lesser beings retreated from the fear of cooties. Those with soap and washcloths at home trudged forward, unrelenting juggernauts of rage.

"I said I'm sorry!" Rarity squealed, her mane being matted down by the watermelon juice dripping off her wall above her. "What do you want from me?!"

"We want..."

Rarity cowered, shivering in anticipation.

"We want..."

Rarity sat up, an eyebrow working its way up her face in question.

"Want...revenge!" A pair of hooves grabbed Rarity, and try as she might, the grip held, and she drifted off into dreamless rest as she fainted.

Rarity awoke to a room filled with only a bed, a mirror adjacent her, and the wooden rack upon which she lay. Struggling to cast a spell, the magic fizzled out, causing her restraints to tighten themselves. "Where...where am I?" Rarity looked about as best as she could before the sound of hoofsteps echoed through the room. Suddenly, a pair of ponies came into view, approaching the bed, and ignoring Rarity's existence. The first, a mare, helped the other, a stallion, to climb atop her form. The face of Fancy Pants came into view as she tried to look away but couldn't. The mare under him looked up at Rarity, and smirked, before saying one sentence, followed by a name, and devolving into a series of moans:

"Ninety-nine mirrors to go."

"Trenderhoof's next."

Author's Note

Based off a comment on an editing project I helped with earlier. Gonna have to bump this to mature now, though. 'She came so loud, mirrors everywhere shattered'

Also, a shout-out to Dustin Lange for being my 100th follower! Thanks, Dustin! :D