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- >Dawn broke over Canterlot
- >You were still blissfully asleep in your federally subsidized, yet supremely comfortable, bed
- >You were, that is, until a particularly bright ray of sunshine broke through your window
- "Ugh, fine, I'll get up!" You lamented at the giant glowing alarm clock outside your window
- >You had somehow managed to sleep through your alarm, which is surprising considering you were getting complaints about it from Celestia and Luna
- >Who were on the exact opposite side of the castle
- >Time to start the day
- >Shit, shower, shave, the usual
- "It's Friday, let's put on something nice for Twily." You murmured to yourself, thoughts of that purple mare rampaging through your thoughts
- >Black dress socks: Check
- >Clean white dress shirt: Check
- >Light blue waistcoat: Check
- >Solid blue pants: Check
- "And now for the hardest part." You said to yourself as you retrieved a red tie from a drawer
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- >Several attempts at self-asphyxiation later, the tie was secure around your shirt collar
- "And now, the hair."
- >You meticulously sculpt it in "his" image, making sure to capture every spike
- >Pleased with the results, you button up the waistcoat, grab the solid blue blazer from the closet, and apply your ambassador's badge to the blazer's left lapel
- "Ohp, almost forgot."
- You take a golden chain with a locket at the end, put the locket in your left coat pocket, and head downstairs for breakfast
- >You were at the breakfast area, yet Celestia and Luna were missing
- >You inquire about it when one of the servants brings you your breakfast
- >"Ah, they've gone away on business. Something about keeping poachers out of Equestria." He said, in an accent that you couldn't quite place
- 'Damn, it's happening already. I guess I'll be expecting some flack for this.' You thought to yourself as you scarfed down your breakfast
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- >Finished with your breakfast, you head down to the garage, eager to get on the road
- "The roads aren't snowy anymore, but they're still rough." You thought aloud
- >You fancied the G63 for this one
- >Stepping in, you put the key in the ignition, turned it, and listened as the beast under the bonnet coughed and then roared into life
- >You put on your seatbelt and began on your way
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- "Man, what the fuck. I didn't even know that many ponies commute from Ponyville to Canterlot." You say astounded at how congested the road coming from Ponyville was as compared with the one going to there
- >You made it, though, safe and sound
- >As you enter town, however, something doesn't seem quite right
- >It seems to be deserted, despite it being a Friday
- >No bustling market trade, no ponys out for leisurely walks, no fillies going to class
- >They all seem to be locked indoors
- >You ventured to be a bit brave and rolled down the window to ask
- "Excuse me!" You yell to a pony whose window was still open
- >"Y-yes, w-what do you want?" She responded timidly
- "What's going on around here? It's like a ghost town!" You inquire amazed
- >"S-something's happened in Princess Twilight Sparkle's Library last night. N-no one knows what, though." She said, looking around as though on alert for a predator
- "I see. Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it's no big deal. Thanks, citizen!" You say rolling up the window and driving on to Twilight's place
- >"D-don't do anything risky, A-ambassador!" the mare shouted after you
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- >You arrive at The Golden Oak Library
- >You park outside and take a cursory glance
- >Nothing seems out of place
- >Twilight's SLS AMG is still here, so you know she must still be here
- >You knock on the door
- >A soft shuffling is heard inside
- >The door swings open, with Spike at the door
- >"Oh, thank Celestia! Come inside, quick!"
- >You have no time to react as your hand is grabbed and you are tugged inside
- >You manage to free yourself just before you get to the stairs
- "Hold the phone, Spike. What are you so worked up about?" You ask, dusting off your suit
- >"Look there." He says in a scared voice as he points to a pile of scrolls on the floor
- >You walk over to where he's pointing
- "Haha, poor Spike, scared witless by a bunch of fallen scrolls! I'll help you pick them up!" You exclaim, stooping down and picking up a scroll
- >As you roll it up, you think you see something purple buried under all of the scrolls
- "Eh? That's odd." You mutter as you clear off some of the scrolls
- >A short, soft-looking cylinder-esque object is revealed to you
- >You decide to pick it up
- "GYAH!" You exclaim in complete and utter shock as you drop the object and stumble to behind the table in the middle of the room
- >"See what I mean now?" Spike chimed in
- "Okay Anon, breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out." You repeat to yourself in an attempt to calm yourself
- >Upon doing so, you and Spike both make your way back to the object which is now on top of the scrolls
- >The object is a medium-sized plushie toy made to look exactly like Twilight Sparkle
- >Every detail is anatomically correct, even the wings have individual feathers on them
- >The eyes look like glass marbles, but there's something eerily life-like about them
- "How the...what even...I...huh?" You manage, completely flabbergasted by the turn of events
- >"I don't know how she got like this, Anonymous! All I know is that she was trying to make her coat softer last night when I went to bed and now she's like this!" Spike said hurriedly
- "Spike."
- >"Y-yeah?"
- "I want you to calm down. Panicking will get us nowhere."
- >"I guess you're right." Spike said, breathing in deeply
- "All right, well first thing's first, we need to check some of these scrolls for a possible clue. You can read Equestrian, right?"
- >He responded with a nod
- "All right, then, let's get cracking." You say, picking up a scroll from off the floor
- "Ohp, wait." You say as you pick up Twilight's plushie self and put it on a table
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- >"Alright, I think this one's it!" Spike said triumphantly, holding up a scroll
- "How can you be sure?"
- >"Listen to this." Spike said, clearing his throat
- >"'This spell will cause any object to be softer than a pegasus' wings, from top to bottom. But be warned: This level of softness is not meant for mere mortals.'"
- "Alrighty then. Does it say anything about spell reversal?"
- >"I'm looking for that." He said, squinting at the parchment as he muttered some words to himself
- >"Aha! Here it is! 'If you no longer wish for your enchanted object to enchant you with its plushiness, then wrap it in something softer than it."
- "Oh boy."
- >Spike looked at you with a puzzled look on his face
- "I'm not sure if you've felt this, but I don't think there's anything softer than this material." You lamented as you gave Spike the plushie to feel for himself
- >Upon holding it, Spike's face contorted itself to wear a look of horrified realization
- >"Oh no! Then how will we get Twilight back?" He lamented
- "Hmm, how indeed." You pondered
- >Your nervous tick had caught up with you, as you found yourself running a hand through your hair, which wasn't as relieving as you thought
- >"Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask, what's up with your hair? It looks like it could stab someone." Spike inquired
- "Hm? Oh, this? It's an homage to a very important person back in my world. Now, normally my hair is let down and touchable, but the gel made it a bit stiff-"
- >You had a lightbulb moment
- >Eagerly, you began digging through all of your pockets
- 'Come on, come on, I know I have some in here.'
- >Spike looked on curiously as you rummaged through all of your pockets with unmatched ferocity
- >After a few minutes of searching, you produced a small blue tube of hair gel
- >You walk over to the plushie, tube in hand
- >As you open up the top of the tube, Spike finally ventures to ask what you're doing
- "Why, cheating, of course." You say giddily as you apply the hair gel to Twilight's plushie
- >Coating it all was a breeze, since it wasn't that large
- "And now we wait."
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- >Once the gel has dried, you hold it to inspect your work
- "Ah, perfect! Now all we need is something softer than this, like say, a blanket."
- >"I'm on it" Spike yelled as he was already halfway up the stairs to Twilight's room
- >He returned with a blanket moments later
- "All right, now for the moment of truth." You say hesitantly as you wrap Twilight in the blanket lightly
- >As soon as you set it down, you can feel it growing and gaining warmth
- "Hit the deck!" You shout as you dive for cover
- >The doll grew to the size of a pony in no time at all
- >The sack of cloth then started to move and make muffled noises of frustration, as though trying to escape
- "Hang on." You say as you go to help take off the blanket
- >Under it was revealed one life-sized (and alive) Twilight Sparkle
- "Twily!" You shouted with glee as you went to hug her
- >Her gelled coat had other plans, though
- "Yeow!"
- >"Spike! Anon! I'm so glad to see you two!" She exclaimed as she kept her distance, noticing how pained you were
- >"Come on, let's get you washed, I'll explain on the way."
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- >"Really? A stuffed toy?" Twilight marveled as she dried herself
- >"Yeah, and it was Anon's quick thinking that saved you from being a toy forever."
- "Aw, it was nothing." You say as you put a hand behind the back of your head
- 'Nothing but pure genius!' You thought, triumphant as ever
- >"Still though, hair gel? You'd think these spells are a little more permanent than that." Twilight said, musing over the spell
- "Eh, the way I see it, spells and inter-dimensional laws are the same in one basic regard: They both have loopholes." You say with a small smirk
- >This got a giggle out of the both of them
- "I have one question, though: Why did you do it?"
- >Twilight looked down a bit
- >"I thought I'd get ready for our date." She said sheepishly
- "Oh, come on. You know damn well you look absolutely stunning every day, no work needed." You said incredulously
- >"I can't say the same for your hair, though." Twilight giggled as she held a wet towel in her magical grip and lobbed it at your head
- >It hit you square in the hair
- 'Ugh, the things I do for love.' You thought as you took off the towel
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