She was easily the most beautiful pony I had ever seen.
Her tastes in entertainment and music and literature perfectly matched my own.
She made me laugh, she made me smile.
She was perfect.
I loved her for it,
and hated her for it.
But most of all, I hated myself
Continued in The Right To Love
She was the most beautiful, the most caring, most kind pony I had ever met. She was perfect. I hated her for it...and loved her for it.
A chance encounter gives Rarity a choice between fighting the homophobia surfacing in Equestria, or continuing to hide from the world. But how much longer can she deny what she is, and the way she feels?