High_On_Cortexiphan/Commissar-Rarity - Back From The Future

The book drifted back to its shelf, wreathed in shimmering violet. Twilight Sparkle wiped her brow with a hoof, sighing in relief.

“We finally did it, Spike. We re-catalogued the entire library, and it only took one day!” She clopped her hooves together, eyes closed in ecstasy.

“I’m so happy,” Spike deadpanned as he plopped face-first into his comfortable pillow that had been calling his name all day.

“Now then,” Twilight said, digging through her desk. “Where exactly did we put the scrolls and ink?” Her once clean desk erupted into a shower of hoofwritten notes and thrown quills as she dug around. She had never met a mole before, so she had no concept of the style of digging.

“Spike, what did you do with my friendship report supplies? I had them right here, in a box marked ‘Friendship Report Supplies – Do Not Throw Away’.”

Spike snored in response. Twilight sighed and sat down. “How do I write about the need for a clean library without my friendship report supplies?”

A whooshing sound broke her train of thought, and the air in the centre of the library’s bottom floor distorted, like a great drain in space had just been pulled. With a blinding flash and deafening roar, a pony appeared where the vortex had been.

A very familiar pony.

A violet pony with a ragged mane and eyepatch.

“Oh no.” Twilight groaned. “I came back from the future again.”

“Yes! Back from the future, again!” the other her asked, voice as sharp as a knife. “We have to get to Canterlot as soon as possible! A terrible tragedy is about to unfold.”

“What kind of tragedy? Changelings? Discord? Oh no, is the royal toilet clogged again?”

“Worse! In the future I come from, Canterlot and all of Ponyville are in ruins because of a devastating weapon called an atom bomb and Princess Celestia has been foalnapped by a gang of Diamond Dog bikers! We must go back to the future and save her, and then come back from the future to prevent the bomb from going off in the first place!”

Twilight blinked, jaw hanging in awe. “That sounds horrible. You look horrible.”

Patchy Twilight narrowed her good eye. “I’ve seen some manure. Things you wouldn’t believe. Airships on fire off the back of Manedolluin. I watched magicka glitter in the dark near Tartarus’s Gate...”

The two Twilights stared at each other, their violet eyes reflecting themselves. For a long moment they were lost in each other’s gaze.

“Screw it.” Twilight’s voice was even firmer than her future self’s. “Let’s make out.”

They made out.

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Original Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bLOjKuumqq_TfYtdHgglhNq8aBPsBAAwyjnwTFGcFZw/edit