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// Exercise 
// Story: Unromantic 
// by Storylover-Vodhr 
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Twilight simply shook her head in complete refusal. The idea was ludicrous. Outrageous. Completely insane. What was being asked was just positively unacceptable.  

"No."

But, unfortunately, the most stubborn pony Twilight knew refused to back down. Surprise, surprise.

"But Twi..."

Again, complete, total, irrefutable refusal. She was a Princess, dangit, and she refused to be shackled as such.

"No, Dash. I don't wanna."

It wasn't the most mature refusal, but frankly, she knew that her fiance had a point, regardless of her most obstinate and elaborate refusal. But, the facts were facts, and the facts said that  Twilight had been becoming a tad... soft lately. And sure, her flights could be sped up a bit. And... well, her grocery shopping trips could use a bit less sweating and panting as she carried the big bags of flour required for Pinkie Pie's baking. But she was fine, honest!

"Come on, Twi! You ran out of breath going up the stairs!"

Of course she did. And who wouldn't? Her stairs were completely ridiculous. Fifteen flights? Who needed fifteen floors, anyway? She barely even used two when she had the tree! And that was Ninety percent books!

"That's irrelevant. I don't wanna, so I don't gotta."

That was final. All she wanted to do was books, papers, books, and sleep. She barely had enough time for books anymore as it was, with her new "Sky based" responsibilities. If she exercised for even an hour a day, she'd be left with only five hours of books a day, and that was terrible. She might never recover.

"Uh, Twi... Please?"

No. Twilight couldn't help but feel the sting of absolute betrayal as she heard the voice. Not Spike too. She could handle Dash's betrayal; It was inevitable, seeing as her job was literally one of a professional Athlete. But Spike? He was her book buddy. He would curl up beside her, reading his cute little comics and storybooks. He understood the need for books, they were as much a part of his life as they were hers. 

And what was worse; His little draconic face was almost impossible to refuse once it got going.

She'd just have to lock her heart away. She was left no allies in this trying time.

"No."

"Please?" It was Dash again. The traitor.

"Nuh uh."

"Come on, Twilight?" 

No.  Bad Spike. No cookies for today now. He lost his sweets privileges. She couldn't even look at him, and as such, turned her head away with a huff. 

"Nope!"

"Spike, quick, do the thing!"

"Uh, Please, mommy?"

Ugh, Twilight could feel his gaze, even with her eyes closed. They were fighting dirty, and once she had claimed her inevitable victory, she'd have them tried for war crimes. 

"Err..."

No, she had to be strong. For books. She couldn't afford to lose.

"Turn it up, Spike, She's breaking!"

"I, uh, Dangit, Dash- Pwease?"

No. Not the Pwease. That was forbidden.

"Uh..."

"I'll clean my room?"

That was the final straw, and Twilight's natural reflexes kicked in, before she could stop herself. 

"Sold! Now go clean... Dangit!"