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TACO was doing some vocal warm-ups. Although he hadn't put on a proper concert since the carnival last summer, he wanted to make sure he stayed in shape. Disappointing his fans was the last thing he ever wanted to do. Not that he had ever disappointed anyone before; he was just to awesome to let it happen.

There was a knock at the door, and TACO jumped at the noise. A visitor? No one ever came to visit. They were all too intimidated by his charms. On his way to the door, TACO stopped at the mirror to check himself out. Flawless complexion? Check. Buoyant hair? Check. Pouty lips? Check. He was good to go.

He opened the door, and was met with a bit of a surprise. Sugar Delight. All grown up. Really grown up.

For the first time in his entire existence, he wasn't sure what to say. He thought about it for a brief moment while obviously looking her up and down with his eyes. Finally, TACO decided on which line to use, "If you were Fun Dip, I'd cover my stick in your sugar, baby. Why don't you come inside?"

Suave.

TACO looked at the basket of cookies. Well tie his legs and call him a hog, the cookies really weren't burnt. He reached his hand into the basket at a speed almost faster than the Phony eye could track, and snatched one out. The cookie looked devine; like the skies had parted and the cookie decended from the clouds. He smiled an awe struck grin, "Thanks! I'm so starved I could eat a horse! Well, only if we were stranded in the mountians and ran out of rations... I'm not usualy a canibal, but I'd make an exception if your cookie were a horse. I can't say no to something that looks this good when it's a gift from someone who looks so good."

Charming as usual, TACO stepped out of the doorway and motioned the mare in.

Alright, so now that she was in, how did he want to do this... and more importantly, where. The couches were always good options. Sugar Delight seemed at home in the kitchen, so on a table might be in the mix. And of course, he did have a rotating, heart-shaped bed.

"You are welcome, my lady," TACO said with a slight bow. Some of the bedtime stories Taquita read to him were rubbing off. He was convinced that if he built a time machine, he would have all the ladies falling at his feet in the Age of Chivalry. Then again, they were all falling at his feet in his current time line.

He continued, "And don't worry, I don't bite... unless you want me to, that is." The line was an oldie, but a goodie; ladies usually reacted by giggling and swooning. How could they contain themselves at the thought of TACO-bites? "Do you have any cookies shaped like ponies in there, or am I going to have to sample your other sweets?"

TACO liked that Sugar Delight was drooling all over him, but he would have preferred if it were a little less messy... and that she were describing his hot bod instead of baked goods. But, beggars mustn't be choosers, and although he only begged when asked, he certainly wasn't picky either. Besides, he was pretty sure everything she said was an euphemism for something else, and he just hadn't figured out what exactly yet.

"The jam thumbprint cookies are the best, eh? Why don't you describe them to me... really slowly. While you do that, I'll go and freshen up in my magic love lair. Don't worry, I'll leave the door cracked so I can hear you still." TACO thought that maybe Sugar Delight could talk in some sultry way about whatever it was she was hinting at, and that he could pick up some more clues. Also, he would use the time to get more beautiful (even though one can never improve upon perfection).

He walked into his room and stared at his closet. What to wear? What to wear? TACO had so many awesome capes that it was hard to pick just one. This was going to be difficult.

"No, we're not having a slow-speaking contest." TACO said with a hint of frustration. He was supposed to be the one playing hard to get, not her. At this moment, Sugar Delight was being just a little to coy for his tastes. He better hurry up and pick out what he was going to wear.

In a mad rush of ripping everything out of his closet, and throwing it on the bed, TACO tried on almost every cape he owned. There was a above knee-high pile of wardrobe rejects. That ruled out the bedroom for any funtime activities; he'd have to make sure that he kept the lady out. It would be bad for his image if she saw how much of a clothing horse he was.

Finally, he settled on a cape that was royal purple, and had a bedazzled design of a heart on it. Oh yeah, TACO was feeling the "King of Love" cape tonight. He emerged from his bedroom and gave Sugar Delight that look that is definitely male, and says that he's thinking nefarious things.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me more about your cookies?" he asked as he reclined on the couch close to her.

TACO was confused. Was... she actually talking.... about baking? Not sexytimes?

He reclined slouched like a ragdoll on the sofa and squinted his eyes while rubbing his face. "So by cookies... you mean cookies... Not, you know, getting down with TACO." And he thought to himself, but didn't add, 'And you really didn't just say that you and Bon Bon were going to get down either...'

He may have learned something by being yelled at all the time by mares to know to keep his mouth shut on that. It was an improvement for TACO.

"I... um.... um..." TACO wasn't sure how to respond. The tiny gears in his empty head were spinning faster than ever. Did he have a crush on her? Well, other than the general lustiness that he had for all the ladies, that is.

He headbutted her back the way that all emotionally underdeveloped boys shove girls they like. TACO wasn't a young colt anymore, but sometimes he still acted like one. "Well.... I like you.... maybe I like like you also," he said while awkwardly rubbing his hooves together.

This was a new thing for TACO. Usually, he would just come back with a pick up line and lure the lady into his embrace, but Sugar Delight threw him for a loop. He suddenly thought he might want her to be more than a one night stand. Then it clicked, and he knew just how to say it! "Sugar Delight," his tone dropped down and his stare was serious, "will you do me multiple times over an extended time period?"