Epilogue: Twilight Sparkle*

"Not all forbidden magic is inherently evil. Some spells are banned due to their level of difficulty."

Celestia's words echoed in Twilight's head as she walked down the stairs to the basement of the Ponyville Library. She looked around at all of her scientific equipment and sighed. As Twilight reviewed her detailed sketches of pony anatomy, she wondered if she had gone too far with her latest spell.

"Should I be allowed to wield this much magical power?" Twilight thought, "Is the temptation for abuse too much for one unicorn to handle? If I can't control myself, will I become like Cadance?"

Twilight reflected on the fate of her foalsitter with a somber countenance. Cadance started out an innocent filly who only wanted somepony to love. She had a chance at happiness until her undisciplined study of forbidden magic warped her perception of reality. Cadance's obsession with a married stallion would continue to grow and fester until insanity consumed her. The alicorn was now a sex-obsessed shell of her former self; incapable of receiving or giving love on a genuine level.

"Even if I don't have confidence in myself," Twilight thought, trying to assuage her guilt, "Celestia has confidence in me. She trusts me to make the right decisions."

Celestia had encouraged Twilight to attempt the Creation Spell, in spite of its level of difficulty. Due to the complex physiology of ponies, they were almost impossible to magic into existence.

"I can see why this method for creating life never became popular," Twilight thought, "The natural, mammalian way for making ponies is much easier... not to mention more fun."

Where Cadance had failed in mastering the creation spell, Twilight Sparkle had succeeded. Using her vast knowledge and magical skill, Twilight had become the first unicorn to create a perfect pony proxy.

Celestia knew that her student yearned for her brother's touch. Twilight loved Shining Armor, even though his heart belonged to another.

Since they could never be together, Twilight did the next best thing. With the consent of her mentor, Twilight made a clone of her brother. She named the copy Simulacrum Archetype, but called him Simmy for short.

Thanks to some genetic modifications, Twilight made Simmy the perfect coltfriend. He was gentle, always said the right things and wanted sex only whenever Twilight was in the mood... which was frequent.

Speaking of sex, Simmy's stallionhood had been modified to be slightly larger and thicker than what would normally be considered healthy for a stallion. Since she was playing the role of creator, Twilight decided to fix one of nature's most glaring oversights by making Simmy's cum taste like white chocolate.

The only heartbreaking thing was Twilight's inability to be seen with Shining Armor's clone in public. Since her brother was the Captain of the Guard and married, making out with his doppelganger in public would be awkward for several reasons.

Simmy was forced to live in his creator's basement and never leave the Ponyville Library. Twilight would've felt sorry for him, but he was only a clone and didn't really know what he was missing. To him, Twilight was his entire world. Her happiness was all that mattered in his eyes.

Twilight sat on Simmy's bed and waited for him while he was upstairs fetching a book for her.

"Hey, sis," Simmy said as he walked down the stairs, "I brought that Daring Do book you asked for."

Twilight had specifically directed Simmy to call her 'sis.' It made her feel especially naughty during sex. He noticed her laying on his bed with a "come hither" stare.

"What are we gonna do on the bed?" Simmy said as his girthy goo gun began to poke out of his steath, "Another marathon night of wild sex?"

"No, brother," Twilight said, "I'm still sore from the previous five nights."

"I could give you a deep tissue massage," Simmy offered helpfully, "That might help relieve some tension."

"Maybe later," Twilight said, "Right now, let's just cuddle."

Simmy crawled beside Twilight and held her in his hooves. She rested her head on his chest and hugged him as she listened to his heart beat. A heart she created. Levitating an ink quill and parchment over to the bed, Twilight began penning a letter to Princess Celestia.

"Dear Princess Celestia," Twilight said as she wrote, "if there's one thing that I've learned from this experience with Cadance, it's that life's full of compromises. If you obsess over something you want that you can't have, it can drive you crazy. My foalsitter taught me that. It's not 'settling for less,' when you're mature enough to recognize your limits and make the best you can with what you've been given. While my Shining Armor isn't the genuine article, he's close enough to the real thing and even better, in some respects. Half a cupcake is better than none, even if its less than what you wanted. When you have your mind set on 'all or nothing,' like Cadance had, you often wind up with nothing. You can't always get what you want; but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need.

Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."

Twilight set the letter down, with the intention of giving it to Spike to deliver in the morning. She levitated the Daring Do book onto her lap for her to read to Simmy. She was about to start where they had left off, when she got a sudden urge to add something to her letter. Levitating her note back over, Twilight set the parchment on the back of her book and added a PS.

"P.S.," Twilight said as she wrote, "You'd better be ready to defend your title at next year's Wincest Ruckus. Simmy and I have been training for the sister-pie-eating contest and plan to beat your record."

The End.