Anontificer 3

>Rarity was still asleep on your couch.
>You considered moving the mare, but opted instead to wait it out. She would regain consciousness in due time.
>"So why did Rarity faint like that?"
"I was going to ask you, you've known her longer!"
>"But she hangs out with you all the time!"
>Not so true for the last two days. Speaking of, you probably should have been consoling her instead of bringing back the dead.
>Not that Sweetie was a mistake to spend time on.
"Well, if I had to guess, I would say that Rarity is still sad about your death, and thought she was hallucinating."
>Stop bringing up death, you dumb fuck!
>Shut up brain, I do what I want!
>"Oh...okay."
"Now Listen here, Sweetie Belle, it is very important that you be here for her when she wakes up, but I have to go back downstairs and look for any notes, alright?"
>She nods and sits down facing her sister.
>As you head down the stairs, you turn to see Sweetie Belle crying a little.
>Heartwarming, but impossible.
>Locking the door behind you, you begin to scrounge up all the papers you had lying on the floor and desks, careful not to disturb any beakers and tubes you have.
>Why the hell would you have beakers and tubes anyway?
"Always another question unanswerable."
>With a sigh, you resume the cleanup process.
>The papers that aren't inexplicably blank you have separated from the large pile of parchment.
>>Mythril Base-Fire Ruby and Aqua Aquamarine make the metal malleable.
>Nice, an answer to the mythril's movement. Warforged never had this kind of facial expression range.
>They never had access to a nigh endless supply of magical gems either.
>>Buy milk, orange juice and octahydrate, stir generously and swig, do not imbibe more than once an hour.
>What was this for?
>Sifting through more notes, you find another likely candidate.
>>Eschew Materials-compound requires Blackstone and bag of holding, should allow anything eaten to power usual functions such as tears or lubricant for silent movement in the joints.
>Swell. If only you knew what Blackstone had anything to do with it.
>More weird combinations of juice and other liquids...wait, what was that one?
>>If you are reading this, you have successfully transferred the necessary exp to Sweetie Belle. She will never be harmed again. Ever. Consider your promise to Rarity fulfilled...
"Well that's pretty ominous."
>You continue reading
>>...If all goes well, decipher your spellbook again, and whatever you do, do not attempt to cast any spells directly from it. Copying spells from it are also out of the question, as you likely lack the experience required to keep the spell's essence on the page anymore. PS:...
>Oh this is going to be a great message.
>>...don't leave the book with Twilight.
"Fuck."
>With a gulp you place the pages down and rush back up the stairs.
>It has been a half hour since you entered.
>You stop to see if Rarity is awake.
>Sweetie Belle shakes her head before you even ask.
"I'll be right back."
>You leave through the front door, gently closing it behind you.
>While waking Rarity is an objective right now, getting your book back from Twilight was priority number one, and you would rather be there for Rarity when she rouses anyway.
>Bounding through the streets of P0nyville for the third time or so today, you marvel at your fitness.
>By the time you reach the library however, you are panting and heaving, as per usual.
>You knock.
"Twilight Sparkle! Are you there?"
>No answer. You knock much more forcefully now.
"Twilight I need my spellbook!"
>The door opens to Spike, as unenthusiastic to see you as ever.
>It didn't help you spent more time with his crush than any other p0ny did, and that your remaining time was spent talking magic with his mother/sister figure.
>After a curt glare you speak.
"Where is Twilight?"
>"None of your business, creep!"
>Creep huh?
"I need my spellbook, and she has it, could you please get it from her?"
>"Oh, you mean this spellbook?"
>He raises and eye and gives a toothy mischievous grin as he pulls a bound tome out from behind his back.
>One day you would figure out how that worked-ponies and other creatures alike just pulling objects out from behind them.
>You know it's a form of magic, but you wanted to know the how and why of it, and reproduce the effect.
>Okay, getting off track.
"Yes, now if you would be so kind-"
>"Ah ah ahhh, didn't say the magic woorrrds."
>You roll your eyes.
"Please."
>"Close, but no spellbook. Try again."
>You sigh. Spike had tried to make you say this phrase forever. You wouldn't under normal circumstances, but this was dire.
"Dragons are perfect, the e-pit-o-me. Of good looks and grace and quiet dignity."
>"Continue..."
"Dragons are great, they're the toast of town. Life's always better when Spike is around. Are you satisfied yet?"
>"Haha, sure. I'd give your book back, but... I think I'll deliver a letter right quick."
>No, you slippery little handbag!
>He breathes in and blasts your spellbook away to the princess along with a scroll.
>"Oh, well it seems I can't help you there, buddy."
>He slams the door and you just stand there, dumbfounded.
>That skank.
>That cunt.
>That mother-loving green and purple cush!
>All these and more run through your head.
>You calmed momentarily as you relized that Twilight was now without your spellbook, but your blood turned to ice as you realized why you left yourself a note to remove the book from Twilight.
>It wasn't that she might cast a spell.
>It wasn't that she could nose into some sensitive information.
>It was Spike. It was because he could send it to Princess Celestia, who knows damn well what you are capable of.
>Well there's no sense wasting time here.
>You head back on home.
>"...so that's all there is to it?"
>That sounds like Rarity on the other side of your door.
>At least she's awake.
>You open the door and see Rarity smiling with tears in her eyes embracing Sweetie Belle.
>"Oh, Anonymous! Do join us, would you?"
"Happy to oblige, madame."
>"Sweetie Belle was just telling me you brought her back to life...I didn't believe her at first, but then I remembered that you were a powerful wizard before you came to Equestria, nearly rivaling our Twilight. What I mean to say is that...I'm glad. I was sorely unhappy yesterday, bordering on full depression. I doubt anything you would have done could have made me feel better, but I wanted you to try something...and here we are!"
>You simply nod, knowing not to interrupt Rarity when she is feeling talkative.
>"And I'M glad because now I still get to get my cUTIe mark!"
>Oh, right. That. That is what you were forgetting.
>Was she even able to get her cutie mark? Her other non-robotic behaviors were all explained through magic and alchemy, but what was it that gave a cutie mark?