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> As apparently scheduled by the pegasi of Ponyville, a nightly downpour now overlooks the entire town as it gains the precipitation that it desperately needed.
> With the moon safely tucked away in the blanketed night sky, you excuse yourself to under the mercy of the veranda of Twilight’s home. Trixie and particularly Twilight, who is waiting (for the third time ever) for you to give up the couch in an attempt to share the bed with her, are both beside their own lofts, looking at you quizzically.
> Trixie: “… Eh, whatever, I don’t care.”
> Twi: “Anon… what are you doing? It’s time for bed.”
> In your silken bathrobes of sorts, you turn your head back to look at your befuddled student; not even hours ago she caught you talking to what turned out to be one of her best friends, the ever lustrous Applejack.
> After gaining speaking privileges with the sandy colored mare, she was an enthusiastic talker, feeding your addiction to such a dialect of language; having rarely heard it before in person, it was much more of a delight than anything to spend a half hour doing nothing but hearing it.
> Perhaps you’ll find a pony with a British accent next? Nayru knows you’d do plenty just for a chance at that.
> However, the moment Twilight saw you with her friend, you knew from the bottom of your glowering heart that she was gonna be one envious motherfucker about the notion of you and Applejack being together on any level.
> Having both you and Applejack a victim of yet another lecture of abandoning duties, lollygagging, and abetting a felon (apparently you’re a felon, now?), Twilight enthusiastically relieves her friend of your company, escorting you home in a way befitting a prisoner.
> The trip back was somewhat droll, to say the least.
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> From that exciting series of events up to this moment of strained eye contact between you and your most faithful violet student, there has been an oath of unrevoked silence between you two; some sort of vow secured by awkwardness being generated by Twilight, it was only by her asking for you to stay the night with her upstairs and your acceptance that there has been any sort of communication between you two.
> With the moment of hesitation to answer, she clears her throat and asks her question once again; you’re not sure as to whether or not you wish to answer.
> Twi: “It’s nighty night time, Anon, shouldn’t you be going to bed?”
Twilight… I need to meditate; I require it now and then, and it is said that it is best to do so during a thunderstorm.
> It’s only for a split second that she scrutinizes you for some indication of lying before she realizes that your reply was entirely genuine; her ears drooping a bit, she gives a hearty sigh and hops onto her bed.
> Twi: “Alright, but don’t take too long, alright? I’m gonna be staying up and waiting for you, mister~!”
> Giving her the laziest thumbs-up this world has to offer, you relocate yourself onto her balcony, sliding the doors shut; making sure that it’s actually closed, you set yourself onto the chair, several feet away from the support beams and the rain itself.
> Hand in hand, fingers lining together, you close your eyes wistfully as you begin the usual ritual of atonement that comes with each passing of the thunder;
> Level 10 Low Mystical Spell, Stealth Element; Magic Conceal Style.
> …
> Level 5 Shadow Magic: Death’s Tongue.
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> You won’t stress this fact enough; to be caught using Shadow Magic by anyp0ny instantly condemns you to capital punishment, no questions asked, no heads turned.
> Princess Celestia herself could die and you could resurrect her by leeching the lifeforce of a slumbering dragon thousands of miles away, and the moment she returned she would send your happy ass to the sun.
> It’s called what it is for respectable reasons; the laws of nature need not apply with this sort of magic, and in this world it is righteously sentenced to nonexistence, and death for those who forgo it.
> However, blind eyes have been turned over you under the notion that you were learning it solely for the fact of understanding it’s sinister nature; under constant supervision, you were permitted to look into a book of dark and terrible secrets, a compilation of ominous and chaotic spells created solely to discriminate the accepted indoctrinations of the world.
> The Ponywombicon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5deG9kavSyw
> It was a fool’s mistake that you committed when you let curiosity get the better of you, taking the sly chance when the teacher had looked away to fancy some scenery from the window; a simple duplication spell of the musty tome, and a teleportation spell to whisk it away, they were amazed as to how fast you “understood” the magic, so that you may, humbly speaking, counter it should a foe attempt to use it against you.
> You poured into that copy when you returned home, amazed by the sheer ridiculousness of such foreboding and gifted spells at your disposal!
> Alas, you knew from the start that these were merely incantations to add to the library of your knowledge, never to be muttered or thought of unless her majesty demanded it so.
> Then mistake number two occurred. It was late evening, thunderstorm midway as you ventured from a studious day of learning and becoming a better wizard.
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> You were only thinking about it too vigorously, trying to make sure you understood it while you were making your way home; you were the most pathetic excuse for a student for even considering practicing the incantations whilst in public, or even at all.
> It was a spell that bemused you, frightened you even; the power to absorb another, killing them instantaneously and gaining their magical fortitude.
> Granted, the target must be weakened or unaware enough that the spell would overcome their willpower before the process begun, but you were sure that to pull such a thing would require you to beat a pony within an inch of its life! This, of course, is absurd in itself, as you loved every single p0ny you’ve met here, friendly or no.
> You didn’t even realize when it happened until it was over, passing through a less traveled alleyway to escape the rain, where the presence of a mare unicorn was accounted for-
> And within a second of a cut off scream, she wasn’t.
> It was as if she never saw it coming until the pain tore her spirit and body apart, ingesting itself back into your body with sudden input of power.
> Having realized what you did, it took months to forgive yourself, knowing full well you no right to do so.
> An innocent student, one who was eager to learn like yourself, suffered a miserable, unwanted fate; she had her destiny twisted away by you, all because of a simple mutter of a spell.
> They never found out, they never could find her.
> And you made sure never to think about such spells again.
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> The minutes ticking as you make an account over what had happen over a year ago, your mind seizes in agony as the spell festers from your chest, a black magic writhing from your core as it travels towards your mouth.
> The rain muffles your grunts of gruesome pain, having been used to this treatment as you keep your eyes shut and your ears tuned; in order to commune with the dead, there must be a connection of sorts to the world where they now reside.
> Why it requires the presence of a thunderstorm is still unknown, but you will never pass up the chance to use the only Shadow Spell you’re willing to use.
> Every chance you get, you talk to the one who ached the horrible doom you felled upon her.
> Apologizing and talking to her, begging for forgiveness at every chance you could, demanding requests that could sooth her quaking soul that has been detached from this realm.
> You never knew her name; you never asked, she never told.
> It was as if she forgets the last time you spoke with her, yet treats you like an old friend; how it scorns you so, that a spirit can even forget her murderer, effortlessly pardoning you for your terrible transgression.
> As the spell wraps itself in place, the foul spell clenching onto your tongue and mouth, your breath becomes weak and your mind becomes hazy.
> Your voice suddenly raspy as you begin the conversation, you see her in the darkness of your mind; a pale pink mare with different shades of a purple mane, and three standard shaped diamonds to boot, she looks at you with a guise of boredom.
> It’s as if this is a mandatory meeting with her that she wished she could wiggle her way out; perhaps being in pitch black darkness with some random stranger is a bit eerie, even for the dead?
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uz0UA10fU78
> So when you were talking about the pony in these sort of moments, and how she remembers nothing… you may have been stretching the truth.
> “Anon, look, this is the seventh time you interrupted my fun time, can you just give it a rest?”
Look, I just wanted to make sure that everything is going alright with you and… Pony Heaven.
> “It’s called The Holy Banana Land.”
… Is it really?
> “Yes. Apparently this is where all the forbidden fruit now resides, leaving only apples to grow in Equestria.”
Huh. Look, I just feel like I owe it to you for, y’know, KILLING you, and I was wondering if there was anything I could do to ease your suffering.
> “Dude. I had cancer. I was in debt for four hundred and five million bits. My heart was ready to give in within two days according to the doctor.”
… And?
> “I actually had just killed my special somep0ny because he was bucking my sister, I may have had sex with one of the teachers at school for a grade, and I had Ponyrrhea.”
Ooo, Ponyrrhea. Shit must have sucked.
> Never touch a pony with Ponyrrhea.
> “Tell that to my ex-lover, at least he went to Tartarus, Realm of Tomatos.”
> Tomatos, really? It’s not even a vegetable, supposedly!
> Fuck, there are SO many arguments as to if a tomato is a fruit or a vegetable, you’re NOT going to go there.
Well, uh, I still feel bad. It was a bit spur of the demonic moment, y’know?
> “I told you once, I’ve told you seven times. You’ve done me a good deed to take me out before I REALLY began to suffer, alright? Now, leave me alone, or else I’m going to put a sacred restraining order on you.”
> And with that, your spell abruptly ends; your eyes shoot open as the connection is cut loose, and you’re faced with a wide-eyed human Twilight sitting in the corner.
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> It takes a minute for you to compose yourself, eyes bulging a bit, and decide the best course of action; for whatever reason Trixie is sound asleep (you can hear her snoring), and Twilight somehow gone into the balcony without making a single sound.
Uh, teleportation magic?
> Twi: “Yup.”
How much of that did you hear?
> You probably looked like you were talking to yourself, but the fact you’re required to talk out loud is a bit of a disadvantage here; she could have easily…
> Twi: “Almost the entire conversation, Anon. Did you really kill a pony?”
> … Eavesdropped.
> Lightning strikes through the sky, illuminating her face for a split second; from the moment you saw her expression, you realized that there was no fear, no anger… just confusion.
> She’s sitting there with some sort of agitation to say the least, fiddling with her fingers before talking again.
> Twi: “Anon… answer me, pleeeeeease~!”
Yeah. The academy was training me for Shadow Magic, I was thinking too hard about it while walking home, and I accidently casted a spell. It killed a mare.
> She looks to the veranda’s edge, trying to figure out the best course of feat; you’re personally debating whether to smite her and book it, or confess it all and surrender yourself.
> Twi: “Well, uhm… who knows about it? You just did another Shadow spell, didn’t you? Even if you’re a highly trained wizard, you know that’s still illegal, right?”
No one but you knows. Yes, I used a spell to commune with the deceased, and yes, I understand what I did was wrong; but I had to talk to the mare.
> Twilight’s fidgeting now, inching in random directions.
… Do you plan to turn me in?
> Twi: “What? No! I… I couldn’t do that.”
Then sit up here, the floor is chilly.
> Working your charm of a persuasion, augmented by the fact you’re not going to be sentenced to death, she clambers to her feet and shifts her way over; making room for her to sit, you take your bath robe off and cover with it.
> Twi: “Thanks, but won’t you get cold?”
I’ll be fine.
> She gives you a sheepish grin and leans on ya, listening to the downpour of rain and the occasional boom of thunder.
> Twi: “…What did she say?”
Meh… while it didn’t condone my actions, she thanked me, and tells me I did her a good deed. She was going to pass away soon anyways.
> Twi: “She… thanked you for killing her?”
She had Ponyrrhea.
> Twi: “Oooh.”
> She understands just as much as you do.
> Twi: “Hm… it’s not as terrible then, right? Since it ended her suffering.”
I killed a pony, Twi. Even if…
> You choke up at those first four words, your arm around her gripping her tightly; it’s the first time you admitted your guilt, no matter how diminished that mare makes the deed.
> Twi: “Hey, it’s gonna be alright, alright? Geez, you idiot.”
> She wraps her own arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer; you suddenly feel the contact of her wonderful curves pressed against you, earning you a blush and her a chuckle.
> Twi: “C’mon you know you want to.”
> That is enough to swallow what little saliva is collecting in your mouth.
I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.
> Twi: “Breasts, Anon. Touch them.”
> You just admitted that you’re a murder, and she not only ignores this for better measure, she’s now trying to get you to grapple her.
> Like a boss?
> Taking a daring glance down, you see the thin cloth behind your robe on her doing little to hide the treasures beneath.
Twilight, you’re my student, and I still don’t think suggesting that is-
> Twi: “You are such an IDIOT!”
> She shouts these words in a way that leaves your mind blank, and if that didn’t do the job, her wrenching your face towards her and kissing you smack dab on the lips does.
> Your body rejects any objection you firm up to stop this ridiculous act of romance, and instead pumps all sorts of thoughts into your head;
> You’ve needed this. You want this. This is wonderful.
> In the second of where you and her separate lips, your mind implodes into a hundred different thoughts and questions, ninety eight of which you tuck away into folders for later filing.
Twilight, are you sure this is ok?
> Twi: “Positive.”
What do you see me as then, Twilight Sparkle?
> The lightning fazes her minimally as she lays snug against your cheek, her horn inches away from piercing your nose.
> That thing is dangerous!
> Twi: “Well… a professor, a friend, someone always there for me… and I might like you. A lot. Very much so.”
I see.
> You’re pondering off in the distance of your mind when she grabs your arm that’s around her waist, and in the smoothest fashion logically plausible places it over her chest.
Urk.
> Your hand instinctively (and you’ll never understand why this happens either) and tenderly clenches onto her bosom, her hands pressing yours against her frame.
> Twi: “Urk? That’s all you have to say?”
> She’s embarrassed now, great; she’s turning her head to the side with a small hint of a blush coming through the darkness.
Twilight, let go of my hand.
> She feebly does so, as if crushed by your pseudo rejection; she’s in for a surprise though as your slip your hand mischievously up her shirt and go for absolute victory.
> It feels soooo much better without silk cockblocking your hand.
> Twi: “Anon…tch, oh~!”
> You rub your fingers across her breast, your thumb twiddling in a cruel tease.
Sorry, I figured I’d enjoy it like this better.
> It appears she’s extremely sensitive there, because just as enthusiastically as when she had you grope her, she removes your arm from her lovable stress balls.
> Her voice barely trails out as a whimper, her words low and begging.
> Twi: “You… idiot… be more gentle with me.”
> Your classic grin of utmost kookiness is evident with the awkward move you just managed to pull.
Sorry, am I too rough? Just a moment ago I was working a mean student celibacy policy-
> She must really like kissing, this one. Letting her fulfill her quirky desires with the physical contact of your lips, you’re the one to put the distance this time.
Alright, Ms. Kiss-Happy, it’s time for bed.
> She gives a trivial grimace out of the usual tradition before rolling her eyes and getting down to business.
> Twi: “For groping me, you’ll be-“
You TOOK my arm, and forced it on your chest!
> Twi: “And then you decided to enjoy my human body firsthand. Like I said, you’ll be spending tomorrow with me while I go hang out with my friends.”
> Did… did you just get scammed?
> You’re trying to weight the benefits here; one boob grab = entire day dedicated to purple pony?
> Yeah, you were just professionally swindled, that sly conniving mother fucker!
Why am I coming along? I have no complaints if it means I get to spend time with Pinkie Pie or Applejack, although Rarity and perhaps Fluttershy is a different story…
> Twi: “And if you flirt or suggest anything to them that is remotely seductive, I’ll teleport a book into your ribcage and let Mother Nature work things out.”
> Note to self: don’t flirt with ponies with jealous unicorn around.
You still didn’t ask my question.
> You put a foot between yourself and her now, crossing your arms and enjoying the still pouring rain pitter-pattering away.
> You can barely see it in the night, but you can ascertain that she is definitely blushing madly now, and it doesn’t help that her eyes are hidden in the shadows of darkness.
> You know what? Fuck this, Level 1 Fire Element Spell.
> You give a small flicker of fire to illuminate her face to reveal two full violet moons, dazzling in wonder and nervousness.
> She is definitely painted in a crimson hue, blood flooding her face as she works a response.
> Before you become entrapped by the allure of her eyes, you press on your question a third time with a menacing wave of the dancing flame.
Fire. Burn. Answer.
> Twi: “Guh, idiot…”
Don’t call your teacher an idiot, idiot.
> Twi: “Don’t call me an idiot, fool.”
> Are you serious, unicorn?
Answer the question.
> Twi: “Gah! Uhm, well… I might’ve told them that…”
… What did you tell them?
> Twi: “… That we were dating already.”
Already? Did you have something like this planned from the start?
> Your gaze is that of a judgmental deity, ready to send verdict. She comprehends this instantaneously and begins backpedalling furiously out of the conversation.
> Twi: “Ehehe! I just, eh, thought we were already! You just, uhm… didn’t know about it yet?”
And what if I decline this relationship of sorts?
> Twi: “I would get very upset.”
> Your shit eating grin knows no bounds.
Tough love, baby.
> Twi: “C’mon, you touched my boob!”
Having you forcibly use your body to enchant me into a romance is not going to work, and neither is lying to your friends in some sort of effort to pressure me into a relationship.
> Twi: “But… boobs!”
Twilight, I’m a fucking wizard, look!
> Fire goes out, Level 5 Transformation Spell: Gender Bender Style.
> Behold, within seconds you’re now the witch Femanon!
> Your voice trails a higher pitch as you grope yourself and shake your tits like it ain’t no thang.
Boobies. I could play with mine the whole fucking day, Twilight.
> That’s a lie and you know it; this is the first time you attempted this and you’re ready to blow a capillary in your nostrils.
> She sits there dumbfounded as you revert to your masculine self, checking the Sword of Kings below to make sure that the pedestal still holds Excalibur.
> The hilt rests “in peaceful slumber”, thank goodness.
Twilight, I’m just saying this now, but you’ve been going about this the entirely wrong way. You freaked me the fuck out when I was sick, and the stuff you’ve been pulling a few minutes ago is beyond questionable. You’re bloody obsessed with me.
> It’s as if your words took off its gloves and gave her a light slap across the face.
> Twi: “But, you’re… no, I… idiot, you can’t… eh…!”
> Your gaze is eternal, and your jimmies remain unstirred.
> Ok, you lied, Excalibur is at full throttle and has been hiding until the opportune moment arrives to release itself for a glorious reign of a thousand years.
> You’re a liar, and a terrible one at that; you do know this, right? If you’re going to be persuasive via the art of deception, for Nayru’s sake take some fucking classes or something!
> It’s like you’re supposed to roll a D20 for speech persuasion check, and you keep forgetting not to use the six sided die.
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> After giving her humorous consolation, she continues to inquire you with the topic at hand, the two of you shuffling over to her bed.
> Twi: “C’mon, think of the benefits!”
You’re still thinking of it the wrong way. A romance is when two, err… entities fall in love with one another, not when one goes fucking head over heels over the other, and then tries to convince the other to grope her and then date her.
> Twi: “It was spurring of the moment! I might’ve wanted it! You might’ve wanted it!”
> Trixie: “*[Loud and voracious snoring sounds here]*.”
Holy Farore is she loud. Look, two things. First thing is that this-
> You relieve her of your robe, leaving her in her suit silky pajamas (you should have pointed this out sooner, but you’ve convinced her to wear pajama shorts now), and placing that on a coat hanger.
And the second is this.
> Having her sit on the bed, you tap your hand on top of her head, with within a half second; Low Mystical Spell, Negation Element: Transformation Cancellation Style.
> Plopping her back into her cutsies little pony stature, she looks up at you woefully.
> Twi: “I feel smaller.”
You are smaller, you’re a mare.
> Twi: “But, … why?”
> You don’t know why either, but you might as well get used to it; if you’re going to manage this with Twilight, you’re going to love her just as much a pony as she can be human.
> Din knows one day she’ll demand you turn into a stallion, to which you give a cold shudder.
> Twi: “What? Where you going to sleep?”
Right here in bed, silly. Scoot over.
> She bewildered, but swift to comply in give you space to wiggle over.
> Twi: “You said before, though… are you sure?”
If I’m gonna date a studious and dubious violet colored unicorn who happens to be both my student and obsessed with me, I’d rather sleep with her without needing to make her change to an entirely different race.
> Twi: “Oh, uhm, alright. Hehe.”
> You pull her in closer, and she turns over to hang a hoof over your midriff and press her head over your chest.
> Twi: “If it’s alright, I always wanted to try sleeping like this. For research purpose, of course.”
Of course. Sweet dreams, Twi.
> Twi: “Good night, Anon~<3!”
> Silence soon to follow, you had already been prepared to count the seconds, having well known that she was going to ask the question.
> You reach fourteen in your head.
> Twi: “… Are we dating now?”
I’ll think about it tomorrow, when we hang out.
> Your horrible-ness is limitless, apparently! Always keeping her on her hooves just for a shining moment of humor. She’ll spend the night pondering how she can either seduce you or (preferably) get you infatuated with her the next day, only to realize that you were messing with her; and of course, you’ll suffer a concussion from the largest book she owns.
> But for tonight, you sleep good.
> The end.