It's kept locked away, in the hidden cabinet of her bedroom. It's there only for emergencies, the times when Rarity's heat is so immense that nothing else can satiate it. It's metal, and it's deadly.

It's Rarity's favorite sex toy.

Her gun.

Warning: Contains Nice try, spoilsport

This story is written for a singular purpose. Those who understand this purpose (you know who you are), read on. If you don't... you may wish to turn back.