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06/21/11(Tue)18:53 No.27039167The elegant, benevolent, unappreciated white unicorn tossed her fabrics aside and replaced them with a small black notebook. Flipping it open, she produced a quill from her desk and held it high, her regal horn glowing with spectacular energy as it manipulated the ink across the page in her swirly script.
It was time to plan.
And a brilliant plan it was, really. It's amazing it hadn't occurred to her sooner. Rarity knew that her friends were all... inexperienced. Of the entire group, she was the only one who had truly graduated to adulthood, who had given her innocence to a wild stallion in a steamy boudoir, amid the lace and silk of the sensual sheets. But the others were all still virgins. And they couldn't possibly explore the depth of emotion in the world without having their own depths explored. So it was up to their very best friend, their generous benefactor, their guardian angel, to properly see to their education.
Of course, there might be complications. They might not understand, at first, the generosity of these efforts. They might not realize just how helpful and pivotal she would be in their maturation, their transition to true adulthood. But if you spare the rod, you spoil the child. Tough love was still love. And anyway, they'd surely thank her in time. Once they came around. They'd thank her. And then they'd all apologize for treating her so brutishly. For ignoring her.
For going off to play while she slaved over their fashion-ignorant whims.
And then they'd all go off to play together, the very best of friends once more.
So she could not emphasize enough how important this plan was. |
