Raridreams

 The night before she was to accompany Twilight to the Canterlot RenFaire, Rarity stayed up reading a particularly spicy romance novel. Her resulting dreams were very interesting.

"Temptrous wench!" roared Prince Blueblood as he yanked up the skirts of the "peasant maid" and tossed them over her back. "Take thy just punishment: a birching in the town square!"

The assembled men murmured appreciatively as her creamy thighs and clingy silk drawers were exposed. The innocent girl's confidant Applejack could do nothing but fret from her fruit stand, while her false accuser, the cruel Baroness Trixie, smiled darkly from her lofty tower.

The Marchioness Rarity shivered in fear. Fear of the pain and humiliation she was about to receive, fear lest her beloved Prince would see through her disguise and render all of her plans and sacrifices for nought...

 ...and fear that he would detect the honey already trickling down her legs in anticipation.

She tensed and held her breath as the first stroke whooshed through the air.