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You will NEVER be the cultured son of a noblepony, raised in elegance and yet privately dismissive of the high life, only for your perceptions to be flipped at the Gala when you spy a mysterious, graceful mare from across the courtyard, whom everyone starts muttering about as she tosses her mane back from her face and half closes her sparkling eyes that seem to draw you in and entice your fantasies. And you will certainly NEVER be witness to her attempt to introduce herself to Celestia’s nephew, who gruffly dismisses her as a laypony far beneath his notice, the sight of her broken hearted expression spurning you on to avenge the dishonour visited upon this elegant filly and slap the Prince across the face with your duelling bridle. And you will of course NEVER awaken the next morning, battered and bruised with the mystery mare hovering over you concernedly, placing her lips against yours and whispering that her name is Rarity, telling you how nobody has ever done anything like that for her, and you spend the rest of the day in recovery with her at your side, swapping stories about your lives until that point, and when you mention your dissatisfaction with the life of a noble, she offers to take you back to Ponyville, where you meet her wonderful circle of friends that accept and love you without question and, beneath a full moon that night, you step into her lavishly decorated bedchamber, Rarity enticing you forward in her skimpy, silky ensemble that she delicately peels off layer by layer, until she finally twitches off her veil and embraces you in a kiss as the two of you make tender love all throughout the night
and Pinkie catches the two of you in bed the next morning and sings a song about it |