>https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/34516286/#34522619 

>You tie the last bunch of Dash’s mane up and sit back.
>She tilts her head from side to side as the delicately-arranged manestyle leans one way and then the other.
>Her bright red earrings sway from her ears.
>”Okay. Now... uh... the eyeliner.
>She leans towards you and shuts one eye at a time as you carefully draw along the edge of the lids.
>She’s already blushing like crazy.
>If anyone else saw this she’d die of embarrassment. 
>She flutters her newly-defined lashes your way, showing off her deep purple eyeshadow and your heart almost stops beating.
“You are beautiful.”
>”H-Hey! Stop it! I told you I don’t go for that girly stuff.” 
>Sure she doesn’t.
>You hold onto her hooves and her mouth retracts, bashful.
>Soft, warm, perfectly trimmed and manicured.
>You playfully tap them both together and her blush turns two shades darker.
>”A-Anyway... are you gonna get the dress on me or... are you just gonna sit there?”
>She’s avoiding eye contact; your pretty little girly mare. The makeup really brings out her features.
>You assist Dash in fitting the dress Rarity made onto her; it’s a little tight, and the knots and buttons seem to be endless, but eventually it seems to be on.
>She does a 180 to see how it looks, glancing to the mirror.
“God, you’re pretty.”
>”Hey! I said quit it, Anon! Don’t go lumping me in with all that froo-froo junk! I’m not Rarity, y’know?”
>Even Rarity isn’t this pretty.
>She sits back down and you attend to her face again, this time waiting for her to shut her eyes tightly so you can pad the blusher against her cheeks - not that she needs it.
>She coughs a little, wafting the dust away and opening her eyes again, staring back at you like a helpless puppy.

>You hold one hand at the side of her head and use your thumb to stroke her cheek, feeling the chubby exterior yield to the strong cheekbone beneath.
>She could win Canterlot’s most prestigious beauty contest hooves down.
“You are my beautiful, pretty, feminine little mare.”
>Once more she blushed and throws her gaze awkwardly away from you, but she can’t stop that little appreciative smile playing at the sides of her mouth.
>”I’m warning you, Anon.”
>Her voice carries an elated tone, even if she’s trying to hide it.
>Her voice cracks; almost giddy from happiness. She loves it when you compliment her, even if she won’t admit it.
“What are you gonna do?”
>”I’ll... kiss you!”
“Oh yeah?”
>”Uh huh, so you better stop!”
“Pretty.”
>”Hey!”
“Little.”
>”Anon!”
“Mare!”
>She leaps forward and tackles you to the ground with all that pent-up athletic strength she has.
>That beautiful face lowers towards yours; those eyes gracefully shut with a waft, lashes dark and defined against the shadow on her lids.
>She presses her mouth into yours and forces her tongue past your lips and between your teeth.
>It skirmishes with your own tongue, exploring your mouth in a wet, passionate frenzy.
>Even if she looks like a dainty countess she’s making out with the aggression of a feral lion.
>You throw your arms around her as she continues her aggressive kissing.
>She breaks away to giggle girlishly and then sinks back for round two, this time planting kisses down all over your neck.