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06/21/11(Tue)17:57 No.27037733
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But how could she do that? How could she make them see how much more mature she was, emotionally? How could they know the true depths of the pool of friendship, like she did, if they still cantered about in the shallow end? Pinkie was throwing parties like a little foal and Twilight barely knew what friends were.
They didn't know the wholeness of the world, the other aspects of friendship. They couldn't see the hardships, the trials of friendship. They couldn't understand the loss, the love. They had never labored as Rarity did, with her complex relationships, her mature and sophisticated interactions. Could a brutish and uncultured pony like Applejack even know what it was like to long for the refined touch of a Prince Blueblood, or show him the perfumed air of a boudoir? Could they even comprehend...
That was it.
That was the key.
Their childish notion of what friendship really was, which stunted them in their empathy for the selfless white unicorn, had to be broken down. It had to be smelted down and reforged into something new. Something better. Something more... full. If they knew the depth and breadth of friendship, as she did, they wouldn't be so childishly dismissive and callously cruel to someone only trying to help them. They just needed their virgin minds expanded. Rarity had experienced the sights and sounds of the world, the tastes of more complex friendship, of relationships far deeper, smokier, more cultured. She was no naive filly, but a grown mare. She had known the touch of a wild stallion, and it was the enlightenment of adulthood that came with it.
That was it.
That was the key to helping them.
They had to know the true depths of friendship. The surge of love. The touch of a stallion. The passion of lovemaking.
If she wanted to help her friends, she was going to have to get them all to leave their virginities behind. |
