Rarity has just experienced fashion week in New York with her good friend Pistachio, a boy she had promised to take to fashion week after giving him a stylish hat at Christmas. Charmed by his boyish manner and with his 18th birthday so close, she decides that maybe Pistachio is the one who deserves just a little more than some birthday cake and a few cards on his birthday, perhaps he'd prefer pussy?

Constructive criticism welcome (and inevitable, probably).