Chapters Twilight's Secret Shipfic Snippits of A Deranged Author
Sage Advice (Zecora x Spike)
It had been a long time since Spike had seen and approached Zecora's hut. The hanging bottles and masks around the tree still gave him a chill along the back of his scales.
But, he had to know.
Spike knocked on the door to the hut and nervously waited for her to come out. Ever since he had hit puberty, his emotions were all over the place. He cried openly when he read tragic stories. He would become enraged over stubbing his toe and tear a room apart just because of it. His heart now cut off his voice just by looking at Rarity and how she moved oh so gently.
But, he had to know.
Zecora finally opened her door, the smell of intoxicating potions and herbs making Spike's knees weak. The smell wasn't bad, in fact, far from it. It made his whole body relax, his eyes go heavy, his heart beat louder.
"Purple dragon of Twilight's care! Forgive my lateness in answering, for I was doing my hair!"
Spike tried to snap himself back into focus, but found himself eying Zecora ever so slowly. Her white and black mohawk had yet to be done, leaving it hanging over her left ear. Her eyes... by Celestia, the pools of blue almost wanted him to jump right in. Though Spike had no interest in gold, this time he followed the rings down her neck to her grey chest, it too was still damp from the bath that he had interrupted.
Spike could find no words to say as Zecora motioned him inside, almost entranced by the zebra's look and movement. Finding the seat that Zecora pointed to him, he sat and watched as the zebra's flank moved side to side away from him.
He had to know.
"Can a dragon and pony ever be in love?!" He screamed out, forcing the words that had been held back for so long. After saying them, his claws clasped over his mouth, too late to stop them.
Zecora's motion was stopped just as well in reaction to Spike's words, as though a spell that allowed time to forever freeze in that one spot was cast. Spike watched as Zecora turned her head back to him, a look of concern and care on her face before she gave a knowing smile.
"Love is complicated and uncertain," she began as she stepped forward to Spike. "But, I believe that all need done is drop the curtain."
Spike remained quiet, not wanting to speak or stop Zecora from putting her hooves on his shoulders.
He wanted to know.
"Kiss me," he whispered.
"To prove that love is boundless," Zecora breathed. "My lips to yours, I'll press."
The two stayed in that spot, lips touching and bodies warming. Spike felt everything in his body go off, like a furnace had finally been stoked enough to ignite and set off a chain reaction within him. He had questioned who he wanted to be with for a long time, and Rarity had felt like the answer for a long time in his life. But, not now. All he wanted was Zecora, right there, in her house, on this chair, in this moment.
He knew.
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Time for an Experiment! (Male Anon Pony x Twilight)
"Can you tell me at least one more time why I'm doing this," you say, still unsure as to how you've managed to find yourself in Twilight's potion room.
You can tell that you've said something irritable, but Twilight manages to maintain her professional demeanor. "This is an experiment to see which potion you choose over the others."
"Can I not?" you ask. You know fairly well that if Twilight and potions are involved, something weird is going to happen.
She seems to shrug, "I suppose that's an option. Considering this is more of a test of social knowledge and trust, I could put down that you are not sure of the outcomes that may occur and opted to not trust me in my assurance that nothing bad would happen to you."
That's harsh. You're no quitter! After all, this is Twilight we're talking about. She's not the kind to plan something devious behind your back or anypony elses! You take note of your choices, carefully arranged by color. Each one is kept back so you cannot smell any of the fumes that are coming from them, and even worse on your psyche is that each potion has a number attached to it that Twilight tells you that it removes after the liquid is gone, revealing what you just drank.
Green. That's a color that usually means poison, but that's what she wants you to think. She wants you to choose anything but green. She's even looking at it and then back to you in a worrying way, you have her!
You down the green liquid which was marked with a number '4' on it, only barely remarking on the taste of green apple as it goes down your throat posthaste. The number falls, your confident smirk tells Twilight that you've won before you look at what is on it. '63'
"The heck is a '63' potion?" You question before your gut decides to begin attempting backflips. Your body feels wrong and its now doing everything in its power to adjust accordingly. The strong chin you've been proud of? It's smoothing away, like somepony is gently rubbing it off. Those powerful legs that made you run for days on end and could knock over most anything? Make way for slender and flexible legs that would make other mares jealous.
Oh, and that bit involving your gender there? Now it's the reverse part.
The transformation finally over, you clonk a hoof on the table to right yourself again. You've become a little shorter in height and your balance is off due to that shift of weight and muscle that just happened. Your look of utter shock meets Twilight's happy expression as she giddily clops her hooves together.
"I had been hoping you chose that!" She squeeks. "In case you needed to know, Potion No. 63 is a gender reversal potion! I had been saving it for some time, and I'm glad that I finally got to see the effects before me!"
"Why d-!?" You start to yell before freezing, hearing your new voice as it sensually escapes your puffed up lips.
"Simply put?" Twilight started, before revealing her own green potion. "It's like I said. This is a social experiment, and both of us are going to enjoy it.
Your eyes go wide as she downs the green potion.
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So THAT'S What That Does! (Rarity x Fluttershy)
Rarity looked at the dog collar in confusion. It arrived with the rest of her mail, same time as it usually was delivered, same mail mare with screwed up eyes trying to stuff it in her flower pots.
"Who would have had the outright gall to send this to me?" Rarity said, feeling somewhat offended that this piece of leather was sent to her. She did have to admit however that the red ruby that hung on the ring in the front looked mighty fine. Perhaps that was the offset to the collar?
What had started as disgust slowly turned to curiousity, Rarity touched the leather and felt its craftmanship as it passed over her hoof. And that ruby! My goodness, if she could remove it from the collar, it would go perfect... well, anywhere!
"Maybe..." Rarity mumbled to herself before wrapping the collar around her neck. She felt the straps latch on and her giddyness of what she may see looking back at her made her zip up to the closest full dress mirror she could find. The mirror gave her the image, but she thought it was not enough.
"The beret!" She cried out, immediately going through her clothing and putting it on alongside her black sweater. Returning to the mirror, her tail wagged with eager anticipation as she looked over herself.
Her tail... wagged?
A moments pause allowed Rarity to see a spiked dog's tail behind her, not only that, but it was white, even moreso, it was hers!
Breaths became short as Rarity's body began to convulse, her body lengthening in an awkward way. Her horn began to shrink away, making any attempts at reversing the transformation futile. Her fur lengthened and fluffed, her ears twitched and curled, her own hooves split apart and formed into paws.
Rarity reeled back on her rear legs, finding balance on standing on them and brought her right paw up to steel herself from the shock, only to pose in a dramatic fashion as her clothing began to tear off and her beret fell off.
***
Fluttershy finished her daily rounds of animal care and patted herself gently, removing any excess fur and feed that may have fell on her. She was certainly prepared for what may come. She felt the adventure bug hit her with full force as she opened her front door to greet the day, only to see a shivering white diamond dog at her door, crying pitifully.
"Fluttershy, you have to help me."
Fluttershy could distinctly hear Rarity's voice behind the added gruffness, adding to her shock and now removing any semblance of adventure. "M-M-M-Me?"
Rarity tried to move inside, and succeeded as Fluttershy stepped aside and let the new form of Rarity seat herself on the couch. "I've thought hard about it, and you can be the only one that will be able to." She lifted her paw and began counting off of it, "Applejack would see me as a monster, Rainbow Dash would think of this as some kind of joke , Pinkie... I don't even know what she would even do! And Twilight..."
She slumped forward, "Twilight would do everything else BUT find a way to cure me, just so she could write down anything about this." Rarity's wet eyes looked back at Fluttershy as she stood below her, "But, look at me! I've become an animal!"
Fluttershy attempted to calm Rarity as she cried into the pillows of the couch, attempting her best to keep her claws from ripping into anything. "Come on now," Fluttershy calmly cooed. "What about you in any way is an animal? I don't see that at all."
Rarity rolled on the couch, still wailing loudly as Fluttershy continued on. "You may have changed into a different species, but I still see Rarity, the fashionista, the bold." Fluttershy nuzzled into Rarity's side and hugged her, "My friend."
Rarity's tears seemed to stop as she sniffled and returned the hug.
"Now, let's get you back on your... paws," Fluttershy smiled. "We'll get through this, together."
***
It took some time, but Rarity now rested soundly in Fluttershy's home. Tomorrow, they would tell the rest of what transpired and learn how to help her as best they could.
A moment of sadness crossed her as she looked at the collar that hung on Rarity's neck. She had found the collar lying on the road and thought it was much too pretty for any of her animal compatriots to have, not to mention it was sized just right to fit around a pony's neck. She resigned herself to give it to Ditzy that day to send it with Rarity's mail, knowing that something like that would fit her personality a lot more.
She didn't know it would change Rarity like this. In the glow of the moon, Fluttershy gave a look to Rarity as she slept, seeing the peace that was with her then. That moment of sadness ended and turned itself into a moment of bliss. Perhaps this change in Rarity may not have been as bad as they both thought.
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Shipwrecker (Scarlett Haze x Twilight)
"This... is... stupid."
I just grinned, having brought some of these projects to Twilight, I knew I caught her interest in some of them. I was a particular fan of the-
"I'm not letting any of these short stories in the new library."
Twilight threw the papers up in the air, prompting me to try and catch them again. "Why not?! There aren't exactly a lot of options considering the last library... you know."
Twilight huffed at me, "I'll make do with other stories that are published by reliable sources. I knew opening the doors to open artists was a dangerous idea!"
Maybe I could sweet talk her. "Now, come on, why should you punish any author that is struggling and unable to get a publisher just because he makes a little love story a time or two."
Her hoof nearly crunches against my face, "I do not think a story where I do some naughty things to a random pony is a love story!"
I have to agree with her there. Better compromise. "Alright, look. It's clear you won't accept these stories as is. Do you think I should... expand on them a little?"
She's thinking about it. "M- Maybe a little..."
Okay, next step. "I also... could require some research material from the library to help me out. Perhaps I could keep these rough drafts with you and then come by a few days?"
I hold out my papers and she just motions for me to leave them on the table. "I better see you come by a lot then."
Nodding, I go to leave. Even though I can't see it, I know exactly how this story ends.
Twilight looks over the mess of paper one more time and cautiously removes a book from the shelf, revealing a secret compartment within that has layers upon layers of written words of love, romance, and friendship.
"He may be a crazy author... but I think he's kind of endearing."
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The Quiet Game (Fluttershy x Fluttershy)
This was interesting.
These were the only words that both Fluttershy's had going through their minds as they looked at each other from separate sides of their living rooms. Neither one wanted to make a move to startle the other. It was a game of patience, and both of them were excellent in it. The standstill kept going, making the animals that watched on tense. Not even Angel, Fluttershy's trusted pet and friend could differentiate between the two.
While everything else felt tense, the Fluttershy's couldn't have been at more peace. Having to fully look at yourself without the need of a mirror felt... natural. True, what they were experiencing would be considered unnatural to the laws of science, time, space, and whatever other laws that may have applied, but that's just how it was.
Both made the first step, opposite to each other. It meant that both Fluttershy's opened with a right hoof, surely meaning the left was sure to come next.
Left. They both began to go in a circle around themselves. Perhaps that was for the best. Who knows what may happen if they were to touch.
Could they touch?
Right, Left, Pause. The space became shorter between the two, but still neither were within arms length yet. They observed the eyes, hoping to read one another for what to do next. At one moment, both of them performed the Stare against one another, and neither one flinched. Could either one accept each other? That would sound crazy! It would be like not accepting yourself!
When did they get close enough to touch noses? She's just right there. Your very self is breathing the same air as you are. You could just... peck her on the lips? No. Don't do that, you are meant to be kind to others, not to yourself.
Right, Left, Pause. She's on the other side of you now. Your heart can't beat any louder or harder than it is now. So why don't you want it to stop?
Just... one... kiss?
Right, Left, Kiss.
Oh, Celestia, you needed that so bad. The way you feel your own tongue as it dances around your own. It's sooooo wrong, but nopony can tell you that except yourself. You pull away, a little spit still hanging between your lips. You want her, and you can see in her eyes that she wants you.
You speak at the same time, "My bed, or yours?"
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