After being stood up on a date, for the umpteenth time, the last thing Rarity wanted was a night at the carnival. Not when there was a bottle of wine and a pint or two of ice cream at home that desperately needed her attention. But Spike had been so earnest, so eager to please her, to make her forget her worries. And she never could say no to her little Spikey-Wikey.

Not even when it would have been the right decision.

Rated T for innuendo.

(Cover art is not fully representative of content; while there will be crying and ice cream and running mascara involved in the story, there probably won't be a fainting couch.)

*As of the final chapter, there is a fainting couch