Imagine being Twilight in this scene and having to be all like

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Imagine being Twilight in this scene and having to be all like "damn, Rarity, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your pencil shaped body and horrific androgynous monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all she really wants to do is fuck another horse in Equestria. Like seriously imagine having to be Twilight and not only stand there while Rarity flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable cinematography barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, RARITY LOOKS LIKE *THAT*?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of stallions and supermodels and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Equestria. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before Hasbro Security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Twilight Sparkle. You're not going to lose your future political career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.