Being Rarity has never been easy, but what could possibly make dealing with flank-pinches, wolf-whistles and constant flirting worse? Being an alcoholic human who inexplicably found himself in the body of an animated horse from a children's cartoon he's never watched, of course.

This chapter was written in two hours with no edits, no reviews and no f***s given whatsoever during a bout of extreme boredom. Based on a concept by Revolver and expanded upon by myself.