Morning in the Ponyville's market was perfect. Ponies bustled about. Vendors shouted for customers. And in the outskirt of it all, Roseluck stood behind her stand. Before her, Jiffy Pop, one of her better customer, stood to admire her flowers.

He looked up, giving Rose a small smile. "Can I have the freshest batch of rose?"

Warning: Rape, time stop, and stuffs.

Great Thanks to Proper Noun for consulting me with the story!

Oh, heh, Someone did a reading of this fic! Yay! Thankee.