Author's Note

I still have yet to figure out how the new indention process works on FimFic but I hope it worked well. This is just an idea that popped into my head.

1: Beginning Phases

1: Beginning Phases.

Twilight Sparkle was bored. So bored she started making things. A device for contacting ponies over long distances instantly. Junk. A quill and ink set that would write for you. Intriguing but junk. A small motor attached to four wheels that could potentially move faster than the Ponyville Express. Junk. A tube that fired concentrated magical fire over a three-mile arcing distance. Junk. One invention, however, she was rather proud of and interested to test.

“Log Entry One. Day fifty-six. The Cloning Device. I may finally have something here. Everything else has been boring. Or not worth actually investing real time in. Deceptively simple, the Cloning Device is a two-part needle and ejector. One sticks themselves with the needle... and ejects a clone out of the other end. The size of the clone should depend on how long the trigger is held down. They will appear on the end of the ejector in a small or large bubble before being released a few inches away from the subject.”

Twilight spoke aloud, another invention she’d perfected a while back, something she’d called the Spark Recorder, recording everything. Taking her own rules, she jabbed the needle of the device into her foreleg and extracted a small bit of blood. A quick recovery spell and it was like she’d never been poked. “Test one.” She said aloud as she aimed at the floor in front of her and gave an experimental squeeze of the trigger, holding it down for exactly five seconds.

A small purple ball dropped off of the ejector and popped, revealing a miniscule, roughly three inches tall, Twilight Sparkle. She smiled and picked up her miniature self, who struggled and squirmed. “A resounding success. Test one has produced a double of myself who stands approximately three inches and a third tall at the shoulder. Judging by magical scans, her magic is just as small, only a very small fraction of my own. I also cannot feel anything that happens to my double, as I am squeezing her rather hard with my magic to keep her from struggling too hard. All in an effort to keep her from hurting herself.”

Twilight droned on for several minutes, carrying her clone around with her in her magical grip until she reached a table where she unceremoniously dropped her clone into a beaker. The large bottom paired with the narrow top made dropping her in surprisingly difficult, so Twilight did have to push her the rest of the way in. She was confident that her clone couldn’t simply get out though.

Jotting down in her notes that the first experiment was a success. Her clone’s magic wasn’t nearly strong enough to get out of the beaker by teleporting. Her plot was too wide to squeeze back up through the neck. She was stuck. As long as she had ample air and the bottle remained uncorked, all she’d need to survive in there would be food and water. Twilight idly dropped a piece of a hayburger into the beaker and a drop of water. Her tiny clone quickly moved the burger out of the way and even covered it with herself as the water hit the bottom and splashed everywhere.

She examined the materials she had left and noted two things, quickly jotting them down. The materials had not diminished in the least, the only thing that was gone being the drop of her blood. The small dish she’d created her clone in had a small crack in it. Looking at the dish, Twilight ascertained that the dish had been cracked before she’d put the ingredients and her blood into. The cloning process had not created the crack. Lifting the beaker over to her, she examined her tiny clone as well as she could without taking her out of the beaker.

There were no deformities or marks. She looked exactly like Twilight, if only a lot smaller. Putting the beaker back down on the table, she continued to think about what the next step could be. She could make a larger clone. She could attempt to make more than one at the same time. She could attempt genetic modification. The possibilities kept coming to her until she stopped on one. What would she look like… as a stallion. Isolating the sample of her blood she would use, she looked around for a viable stallion to get the missing chromosome.

Hearing somepony outside, Twilight poked her head out the window and noticed Applejack and Big Mac delivering a cart of apples to the general store. Big Mac… Twilight’s ears perked up as she raced inside, grabbed a needle, and ran outside. He was perfect. Big, strong, handsome, smart. The perfect sort of stallion. Stopping them, she asked if Big Mac would be willing to donate just a drop of blood for an experiment she was trying. Nothing dangerous, she had to assure them. She was just bored and seeing what she could do if she had enough samples.

He agreed, Applejack was unsure, but Big Mac let Twilight prick him with the needle and take just a little blood. Barely a milliliter but it was enough. She could replicate it if she needed more. She thanked him, he nodded, and the three of them parted ways as she went back into her castle. It wasn’t until she got back into her lab that she realized her mistake. But perhaps… she stopped as she stuck one end of the device into the end of the cylinder containing Big Mac’s blood. Sucking in just a little, enough to make at least a colt sized stallion, she smiled. This would work. There was still enough to replicate his blood.

Twilight wondered if her friends, or even the Princesses, would be interested in this sort of experimentation. Or if It was even really totally legal.

“Experiment 1: Is it possible to make a miniature clone of myself? Success.”

“Experiment 2: Is it possible to make a stallion version of myself?”