How would you help a pony get over having their heart broken?

>>28897509
mandatory cuddling

>>28897509
With surgery.

>>28897509

Give them the D.

>>28897509
Rape and impregnation

>>28897509
>rape

>>28897509
Taking them on a tour of the glue factory.

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>>28897509
I'll give them extra pets and ear scritches

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>>28897509
Ponies need hugs. Hug the ponies.

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Teach them the way of Buddhism to liberate them from suffering.

Cum on their feet.

>>28897520
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>>28897986
fucking degenerate

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Same thing you'd do to fix their broken legs.
Take them behind the barn and shoot them in the head.

>>28897509

>Rarity is staring at the floor, morosely
>she showed up at your door, soaked to the skin and shivering with cold about an hour ago
>Normally, you can't stand her. You're still not completely sure why she came to you in the first place as opposed to one of her friends.
>But, you'd still given her a towel to dry with, a blanket to roll up in, hot chocolate to sip, and built the fire up, and at last, she'd started talking
>You listened, patiently, as she told you about him. How perfect he had seemed. How he'd swept her off her feet. the gifts, the romance.
>And how Rarity had felt when she found out that SHE was the other mare, and when she'd confronted him, he'd turned violent and ugly.
>And you listened. You listened because in her increasingly incoherent story, you heard echoes of your own dumpster-fire of a love life.
>At last she falls silent, tears quietly streaming down her face. The two of you sit there for a long time
>And then, a decision made, you get up and cross to the cabinet on the other side of the room. You pull out a bottle of apple bourbon and two glasses
>"Here," you say softly. You press a glass into her hooves and pour her a healthy couple of fingers. "Drink it. Doctor's orders."
>"You're not a--"
>"Shut up and drink," you say. "You need it." You pour yourself a glass, give her a mock toast, and down it. "And so do I. Get hammered."
>And so, you get hammered and she matches you glass for glass and you tell her of your own love life
>the disasters, the one-sides romances, the women and the mares who used you as convenient and then tossed you aside. And she listens.
>Sometimes she scowls or gasps in shock, or laughs. Finally you notice that you've killed a second bottle and part of a third, everything is funny
>she's trying to tell you a story about the first time she got smashed at a party and farted in the restroom loud enough for everyone outside to hear her
>And it's the funniest thing you've ever heard

>>28898396

>"You know," you slurr out, "Where I come from, there's a saying.
>"Yer s...s-o wise," she slurrs out herself, her eyes shiny with liquor.
>"Yeah, I know. I think...I think it goes 'don't get mad, get even.' Also, there'sh one about waiting at the river until all your enemiesh go floatin' by...' I don't know if that applies here or not.' maybe it was something about tennis balls, I dunno..."
>"M-m-maybe," she says. "I wan' 'im to suffer like HE made ME suffer," she says, her words muffled by booze.
>You reach out and put a hand on her shoulder. You pull her close. "Rares...I've gotta plan. Lissen close..."
>Her eyes wide and locked on yours, she listens. "Revenge therapy," you slurr drunkenly. "You know where he's stayin'?"
>"Yesh!" she says
>""Good. Heresh what we do. We let ourselvesh IN.." you whisper conspiratorially.
>"Yesh?" Her mouth is open. her eyes are at half mast.
>"An' then...we take an upper decker in his toilet tank!"
>She stares at you for a second without blinking, her mouth open. You wonder if you're just that awesome.
>And suddenly a snore emerges from her mouth. You realize she's actually asleep before her bleary eyes have finished closing. >You barely manage to catch her before she crashes face-first to the floor. As gently as someone blackout-drunk can, you lay her on the couch and sit beside her.
>"Mebbe t'morrow," you say.to the snoring rarity. "Noonish. If we r'member."
>In seconds, you're fast asleep beside her.

>>28897509
We can rebuild them.
We have the technology.

bamp

>>28897509
by loving her

>>28898396
>>28898428
Bump for more

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>>28898245
I was never more happy than when I practised Buddhism. Such a beautiful religion. I wish I could summon the strength to practice it again.

>>28898433
why rebuild when you we can visit

>>28897509
Requesting someone take a picture of their screen with those two looking at something you're holding