Twilight Sparkle: Mare at Large

FINAL WARNING!!!! This IS a clopfic. The first chapter isn't but starting at the second chapter it is. If you don't like clopfics or they offend you or some other bull crap like that, DONT READ THIS STORY!!!! Had enough of that pulled with the 'Cupcakes' story.

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Twilight Sparkle threw herself onto her bed. Her room was completely trashed; books, saddles and broken telescopes were strewn across the floor. Spike sat on the porch outside the front door. Twilight had thrown him through the window when he wouldn't leave until she told him what was wrong. She lay on the bed, sobbing into her pillow. Another Friday night, another rejection by another stallion.

She couldn't figure out why nopony ever wanted to be with her. She was smart, skilled at magic and a very good friend. She knew from Rarity that she wasn't bad looking, one might even go as far as to say she was very attractive, but nopony seemed to care. Even if they didn't care about her, they could still at least try and use her to get connections with the princess who was, after all, a personal friend of the purple mare.

Twilight beat her hooves against the bed and screamed, not caring if anypony outside heard. They all knew by now that nopony liked her, nopony wanted her. Even Berry Punch hadn't given her a chance and she had been piss drunk at the time. Every time she asked somepony out, they always said no and found some excuse to leave immediately.

She sat up, her eyes rimmed with tears. She'd had enough. Nopony deserved to be treated this way, even Fluttershy could get a date when she wanted one, no matter how rarely that happened. Spike had gotten a few offers, though he had to turn them down for several reasons, usually just because he was too young, but a few times were because he just wasn't into stallions.

"If nopony will take me," Twilight said, her voice harsh from crying, "then nopony can have me." She walked into the kitchen, making sure the windows were all closed and locked. She even went so far as to put up a force field around the interior of the library so that nopony could get inside without her express permission.

She pulled out a pair of knives, the big sharp ones Spike used when he was making a gem encrusted treat for himself. She carried them up to the bathroom in her mouth, not noticing the lines of pain that flared across her mouth as the steel bit into her. She filled the tub with warm water and climbed in, ready to do the final act of revenge against all those ponies who had denied her for so long.

She climbed into the tub and placed the knife against her leg, just below the hoof. The veins seemed to beat violently at the cold pressure. She readied herself to pull the knife, but a small flash caught her eye. The light reflected in the wide blade and shot into her eye, leaving a small white spot that followed her vision.

She turned the knife, not wanting to be blinded as she finally left this world; a world where nopony could appreciate her for anything. A world she had missed out on for almost her entire life because she had been given the wrong ideas about what was important. A small gleam of purple shone in the polished metal and she tilted it a little farther to see what it was. She saw her face, thrown back at her by the knife.

“No, no. That can’t be right,” she said, taken aback, “that’s not… that’s not me is it?” Her mane was a huge purple rat’s nest, the red streak barely visible amongst the tangles. Her eyes had deep bags under them and were rimmed red from her crying. A red line showed her how far the knife had sunk in as she climbed the stairs. Small crimson rivers flowed slowly down her face, pushed along by the slow steady beat of her pulse. All signs of intelligence were gone from her usually bright eyes. They were now dark and dull, deep shadows that seemed to pull one in and trap them in an endless pit of sorrow and self-loathing.

“How far have I come?” she began crying again, the clear tears mixed with the flow of her lifeblood making a large series of crisscrossing tracks that stained her fur. She looked over at the still steamy water and the two knifes lying by it, their blades already dampened by her blood. She thought of how she had screamed and cried for hours and had thrown Spike out the window because he wanted to help, to ease her pain. She had thought she suffered like none before. Nopony could understand her pain, but they tried to help.

Twilight remembered how all of her friends had tried to find out what was wrong with her. How they had noticed the signs of her depression. It worsened every week, her face darkening with every rejection. They eventually found out that it had something to do with her being alone and had tried to set her up on a few dates. Each one had been the same; Twilight showed up ten minutes early and waited. After three hours she was usually completely drunk, unable to even stand without help. Her date still hadn’t shown. Eventually the local business owners had caught on to this and regarded her with a sense of pity. Every time she showed up dressed to look her best, and every time she drank herself into oblivion. She always woke up back in the library, head pounding, dried tears obscuring her face, the bill from the night before always mysteriously lost by the owners.

Her friends realized that this wasn’t going to work and that it was only making things worse. They started making them blind dates. Twilight had continued to agree to these out of desperation. It didn’t help. Now instead of waiting for hours with no sign of her date, she’d wait for a few minutes, a pony would walk in, see her at the predetermined table and would run out. She’d still wait for him to come back. He never would. Soon they caught on and stopped showing up at all.

“No,” Twilight said, pushing away the horrible memories. “I can’t let them win. If they won’t take me, I’ll take them.” She cleaned up her face, hid the knives away and let Spike in. He gave her a long sad look as he walked in. he seemed to know what she had been about to do and just how close she had come.

“Twili-” he began.

She closed her bedroom door in his face, “not now Spike.” She expected him to complain. To insist on talking to her. She wanted him to. She NEEDED him to. He didn’t, he just sighed and walked outside.

Twilight cried herself to sleep that night. Nothing new, she had been doing the same for most of her life.

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Spike, Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were gathered around a table at the Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie had set them all up with a few drinks and a plate of snacks.

“I can’t get her to talk to me about it,” Spike finished, too upset to touch even Pinkie’s special triple sapphire supreme cupcakes, his personal favorite.

“I just don’t understand why nothing is working,” Rarity said, “surely by now SOMEPONY would have given her a chance.”

“Yeah, for Celestia’s sake, ah set her up with mah cousin Adanac last month. He lost his virginity to mule fer chrissakes! He didn’t even look twice at Twailaight.”

“There must be something we can do,” Pinkie said, her mane was straight and dark, a good sign that she was upset about the whole situation, “there’s somepony for everypony.”

“Not this pony,” Rainbow Dash said. She looked around as everyone gasped and looked at her amazed. RAINBOW DASH suggest giving up? Such a thing was unheard of. “What? Look at what we’ve tried. We basically put a ‘Free sex’ sign around her neck and still nopony would take her.”

“Actually dear,” Rarity said, looking slightly red, “we tried that a while back when Twilight and I took a trip to Manehatten. We actually tried to get her raped.”

“Did… did it work?” Fluttershy asked softly.

“Nope,” Spike said, “she cried about that one for weeks. She couldn’t even get somepony to force her into it, let alone have it be willing for both of them.”

They spent the rest of the night talking, trying to find some way to help the lonely unicorn. One by one they all nodded off. A look of concern on all of their faces, even in their sleep.