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// Experimentations 
// Story: For Want of a Quill 
// by bkaneshiro14 
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He returned to Sally's house and put the feather on the writing desk. He didn't want to start writing yet. He needed a drink. Fortunately for him, Sally managed to convince the water plant to give them access to water for another week. How she managed to do that was beyond his knowledge. He grabbed a tall glass and filled it with crisp, cool water. It was the best water he ever tasted, despite being from a tap. Suddenly, he heard a shriek come from the writing room. 

"Sally?" he called, worrying that she might have broke the quill that cost all of his money. "You better not have touched my quill!"

"I'm so sorry, Smarts! I just wanted to draw for a while, but when I used that fancy quill on the desk, the dog on the page peeled itself off and grew to full size!" as if on cue, a short brown dog bounded into the room. It looked lumpy, as though it were from a drawing of some kind.

"This doesn't make any sense..." Smarts quivered, "there's nothing that science or even magic can explain how that dog came into existence…" The dog barked with short yaps. The dog was starting to get annoying. "Come on, you! Shoo!" Smarts batted the drawing dog out of the house with a broom. The dog felt surprisingly solid, as if it were an actual dog. 
He looked at the quill that had fallen on the floor. He saw the similar flash of embers course through the length of it. He picked it up with his magic and went to the paper on the table. He started to draw a butterfly. The shopkeeper was right about one thing; this quill was the smoothest thing that he ever wrote or drew with. The second he drew the last antennae, the outlined drawing colored itself in. It was a soft yellow color with slate blue spots on it. It then lifted from the page and flitted around Smarts and Sally.

"Sally, do you know what this means?"

"Yup." Sally replied, "It means your art can never hang in a museum."

"Not that, you idiot. It means we have just found a magic quill. I mean, most quills are imbued with some sort of magic already to make it smoother or write in different fonts, but this quill is really magic. It can make anything we draw come to life."

"Try draw a block of gold" Sally commanded. The consequences of this quill were unknown. From destroying the worth of the Equestrian bit, to bringing forth cosmic horrors in Ponyville, this quill could have that power. 

"Okay, Sally." Smarts agreed, against his better judgment. "I'm not sure if I can, though. It should have some kind of block to prevent the ability to summon up blocks of gold, but here goes nothing." Smarts drew a bar of metal with the intention of it turning into gold, but the block materialized into a common steel alloy, which was close to worthless in Equestria. "Well, we tried, Sally." Smarts said solemnly.