There once was a young mare named Rarity
Who thought that missing from her fair city
Was a dicking stall
Where ponies could call
For her to ram her rod up their booty.

Determined to remedy this fault
--Her dick and herself now a gestalt--
She rented a space at
The marketplace that
Would house her booty assault.

So market day thus came around,
and a new stall in town could be found.
The sign said "Free dickings!"
("And also free licking!")
And ponies did soon it surround.

There sat at the booth the creator,
She was stroking her anal invader
And waiting for someone
To step up for some fun
But most ponies thought "Maybe later..."

At last through the crowd stepped a brave soul
Eager to fill in his grave hole
The ponies all gasped
As Rarity clasped
His hips and shook like a rave hall.

The stallion sputtered and wheezed
As in and out Rarity breezed.
The spectators watched
As Rarity botched the
The tightness of her pegging feast.

When done, he stumbled off, satisfied
The crowd before Rarity mystified
But sure enough soon
They did sing a new tune
And a line quickly formed outside.

Thus started her strap-on adventure,
And now, dear reader, we venture
Through salient tales
of Rarity's nails
So steamy they might cause calenture!

Author's Note