Incomplete Solutions

Twilight gayly skipped down the street with a shopping list on hoof. Unlike the future Twilight's instruction guide, the recipe for the body was measured down to the microliter. Of course, she wouldn't write it down in her autobiography in case some nosy futa read it, but needless to say she was impressed at future Twilight's ability to use science to perfect the creation of coltfriends. Why hadn't

she thought of it? Oh right, she had!

Twilight giggled gently at her own joke as she strutted down the street. Sure, she got a few worried looks from passersby, who all bowed or curtsied, but it was well worth it to laugh every once in a while. Even if they thought she was crazy for standing in the middle of the street and just laughing.

SHE WASN'T CRAZY! She was just excited!

"Ma'am, what the fuck are you doing in the middle of the street?" Twilight turned with a pleasant smile to what she assumed was a Knight of the order of Bad Attitude. She was, as always, right!

"Hello, my good knight!"

"Hello yourself, bitch" Twiight felt all warm and fuzzy inside as the knight addressed her with the respect normally reserved for Princess Luna. They would never talk to Princess Celestia like that, of course not! Especially not after she assigned a few of them to Lunar base duty, fighting off the hordes of ravenous zombies. Twilight's spirits plummeted just at the thought of that place, but a quick shot of magically manufactured endorphins had her going again.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, please don't mind me." Twilight left the Futa knight behind as she went on her way.

First thing first on her list, a set of violin strings and essence of a record player. Twilight of the future explained that the spell didn't literally need a colt's body. Just clay to breathe life into, and a set of analogs for major functions that made the spell easier to analyze.

Twilight could hear the thumping of the largest speakers in town. Hopefully, the best strings and the best record player essence would make for a better voice, and for that there was only one story in town, Octavia and Vinyl's shop! Admittedly, futafoolers always made her uncomfortable, but she usually found Octavia's music and Scratch's beat more than helped her get over that during the times they met. Which of course she loved because being able to weaken a bigoted bone in her own body was something Twilight held respect for.

"Hello your highness." Octavia was there to greet her at the door, as always. The grey coated, black maned, bow tie wearing futa was in an excellent mood, at least from what a Twilight could tell. The shop was, as always, well stocked with all kinds of instruments and musical electronics.

"Hello my music appreciating ponies!" Twilight smiled as all the futas in the shop bowed, and all of the cute colts kneeled before her. Even if she was too shy to ask, she wasn't too shy to imagining their cute little faces innocently looking up at her as the went to town on her cock. Luckily, she had a anti-boner spell ready, or a simple shopping trip would get a lot more embarrassing.

"Yo, wing-and-horns, what brings you to the Busted Flute?" Twilight returned the white coated, red eyed, blue maned, unicorn's greeting with a smile and a beckoning wave, but Twilight also paused to consider the name, as she had done every time she'd heard it. It was odd afterall, to name a music store after a malfunctioning instrument neither proprietor played. Twilight had been tempted to ask, but had always chickened out. She suspected a dirty bandcamp joke was a factor.

"Hello, my good futas. I'm glad to see you both in excellent health! Can you point me to your most expensive record player, and your most expensive set of strings. If the instrument the strings are for is high pitched, then I prefer those." Twilight smiled as the two futas dashed off to do her bidding. They both probably heard the clinking of bits in their heads.

Within seconds a gilded record player and a set of strings in a mahogany box were placed before twilight. Both Vinyl and Octavia stared at her expectantly.

"Hmm, is this you best record player? I realize I said expensive, but I meant more in terms of sound quality." The white coated, blue maned, red eyed futa's ears dropped in disappointment. Twilight knew her research stipend had been saved enough to afford being generous today. No reason she couldn't bankroll a up rage for this little shop. Both owners were very polite, and she'd never seen them shirk a customer to help her, a quality Twilight held in high regard.

Just as the unicorn futa was about to return the gilded recorded player and fetch the cheaper but better record player, Twilight stopped hir with a hoof. "I think I might find it in my wallet to acquire two record players today." As Twilight had predicted, Vinyl Scratch's ears shot right back up.

"R-right away your majesty!" Twilight smiled as the unicorn reacquired the pip in hir step. All in a day's work being a princess of friendship.

"Your majest, you requested a set of strings for a higher octave instrument?" Twilight turned to the Earthpony cellist, rewarding her with a smile.

"Why yes, I did. What do you have for me?" Twilight accepted the box of strings with her magic, slowly twirling it to see what the box might say.

"It's unmarked, but they are intended to be violin strings, you majesty." Twilight smiled. She liked violins.

"That'll do, now, if you could have miss Vinyl take both record players to my library, as well as the strings, I'd be very thankful." Twilight tore off a quick check, presigned, and deposited both it and the box back in Octavia's grasp. "Just take that to the bank.

Twilight made her way down the street as she considered her next purchases. Dragon fruit  was almost impossible to get, Celestial flowers more so, and a Vampony fang would require a willing donor, and that was less likely to happen than her chances of getting her hooves on the first two. If only there was somepony who could help...

Twilight waited, but was disappointed to discover her future self's generosity had dried up. It looked like she would be on her own from head on out. Twilight reconsidered the list, trying to think of some way to gain all of the rare items.

"I don't even know why the recipe NEEDS a Vampony fang!?" Twilight forced herself back to a calm mellow. She had to be even headed about this. She was literally creating life from almost scratch. One mistake and she could doom a soul to years of pain and misery.

Perhaps... perhaps Celestia could help her? Of course, since this was completely ethical in every aspect, and even more honest, surely the Princess would help.

Only one way to find out...

On second thought maybe just the material list would do.

Twilight smiled as she slid open the steaming fresh scroll case straight from Celestia herself. Of course, she made the proper circle with her hoof along her chest, just as Celestia now insisted in drawing a star with a hoof on her chest. It was a mother daughter thing, and a goddess to goddess thing, and a mentor to student thing. It was also the proper thing to do when opening a theistic decree, or when praying.

In fact, now that Twilight thought about it, their little signal wasn't very special at all! Her mother had been lieing to her her whole life!

Well, it wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, but that was just mom.

Now back in her good mood, Twilight began to read the scroll.

"My faithful daughter, I see that you have discovered a spell to make a pony. I expected at least another one hundred years, but I'm glad you've progressed this far." Twilight paused to consider the irony of that line, but she giggled and moved on. "I also see that you've realized that you can only cast the spell once and have decided to make your mate immortal." Twilight's jaw dropped at how obvious that should have been to her. "Of course, you're going to have to pretend that you didn't summon the colt. It's for the best, when you consider how complicated the Equestrian identity tracking process is and how many futas would want it. Now here are a few tips. Flexibility is key, for obvious reason, as are artistic abilities as well as mental. Since he will be immortal, he will need to be able to experience as many emotional outlits as possible to stay sane. Knowing you I'd suggest a good singing voice, writing, and maybe drawing."

Twilight paused to consider the validity if that statement, and nodded in acceptance of its probable validity. She made sure that she made note of it, and then show read on. "Now, along with the requested item, I shall be sending a few colt dating essentials. A enema for him, lube for you, a set of magic socks with ribbons, a few cute clothes, a universal translator in case he's from another dimension, a friendly puppy you can both bond with, and a set of gifts you can give him if you piss him off." Twilight blushingly processed the rest of the telemagical revealing a package before her forehooves.

"As you read this final passage, I want you to really consider who you are hoping the clay will become, and remember that this can only be done once. Any attempt to do it twice may damage your soul forever. And Twilight, I love you. Mom." Twilight smiled gently at the note's touching and worrying ending lines. That was mom, through and through, so cryptic and loving.

Twilight tossed the note into the bin and unwrapped her present. As promised there was the ingredients she asked for, as well as the socks and some rather personal and very rubbery gifts. That was also her mom all over. Part of her sex toy collection came from joking gifts from her mom, not that she ever told Celestia that she kept them.

She went over the package bit by bit, admiring the petals of the strangely shaped Celestial flower, the the structure of the vampony tooth, the plump freshness of the Dragon fruit. All were in excellent condition. The Celestial flower was infamous for it's suggestive form, almost like the rather unused futa vagina. Ancient logs reference jokes of it, but they died off rapidly after futaization. She didn't see why they ever found it funny.

The Fang's structure became more exquisite the more she looked over it. It had two seperate chambers, but the gums interacted with part of the tooth, allowing one of the chambers, the one that collected blood, to also give blood, when one vampire decided to turn another. It was a fascinating, but well regulated process, and only a few vampires were even capable of it. Of course, it, like the spell if Celestia was right, could only be done once or twice. It fixed the soul to their vampiric form.

The more she thought about it, the more Twilight realized what she was doing was a lot like anonymous version of one vampire turning another. She was binding a soul permanently to a corporeal form. Soul's were not meant to do that and aside from vampires and dragons, there was no known way of doing it. Alicorns were of course completely different. It was the soul that ascended not the body. The body was bound to the soul rather than the other way around.

Twilight began to find all this internal exposition exhausting. Maybe a nap would help.