Kitty adjusted her dress. As a dominatrix, she had to modify her style to whatever person she was trying to seduce. Today, it was a brony. Kitty liked the show herself, so she had the materials for a costume. And who didn't love princess ponies? And a fan favorite too!

She sat down in her chair and draped a blanket over her head and wrapping it around her body just as someone knocked on the door. She ignored it, picking up a book and pretending to read.

The door opened, and she looked up. "Why, hello there," she said, a purring sound in her voice.

"Um, hi," World-Jumper said. "You must be Kitty."

"Yes," she said, suddenly realizing the purring wasn't quite right. "You're the brony. World-Jumper."

"Yes," he said, looking somewhat confused.

She rose from her chair and sashayed towards him, swaying her hips just enough to show under the blanket she kept clutched around her. She came to a stop an inch from his face.

"So," she whispered, leaning in and running a finger down his ear, "Who is best pony?"

"T-Twilight," he replied as her hand traced a line across his shoulder.

"Oh, Twilight," she said. "Wonderful pony." She let go of the blanket.

World-Jumper stepped back. "Not Twiacorn! I hate Twiacorn!"

Kitty reclosed the distance between them and raised her eyebrows, smiling seductively. "Then take off my wings."

"With pleasure," he said, and pulled. He tossed the wings on the ground triumphantly, then suddenly realized that he had removed more than the wings.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and he succumbed.