Stop this now!

No dashyy...you like it

ive said it once ill say it again "You sir are a FUCKING GENIUS!!!!!!!!!"

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That pun intended?

I would take all three, and demand that I am allowed to use the bedroom. Then I'd pull out a shotgun and three .45s, load some shells in to the shotty, and throw a gun to each of them.
Yes, I am a Paragon/Messiah/Whatever name you have for the role model of the universe in every game I play.

The mares took their time getting off of the bed and returning to their place. They shared a smile as they cleaned themselves with water from the sink. Rarity and Starry Night shed the bony grip of hopelessness after that night. They had eachother, and their friendship wasn't something that could be taken from them by the masters. It would be there, always. It gave them strength and gave them something to look forward to. Their cells became homes. Following their nights of forced torment they began to appreciate the bittersweet comfort of a quiet conversation between friends.

The power of friendship!

Friendship, the chain that binds them into complacency.

Cmon Rarity. You're a pony. A magical one. Even without magic you still have the magic of friendship.