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// Epilogue - The End 
// Story: Artist's Block 
// by Hot Dog Jones 
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Sketch smiled, watching the fillies fast asleep after his story had finished. "The girls in bed?" he heard a voice whisper from the hallway. 

He stepped out and nodded before slowly closing the door. "Yep. They seemed to like the story of how we met," he said, going closer to the orange filly.

Scootaloo couldn't help but laugh. "You told them that old tale?"

Sketch shrugged. "What can I say, they seemed to like it. Besides, they deserve to know where their names come from."

"And where their dad comes from," Scootaloo said before pulling her husband into a quick kiss. "Still, there are some good memories from that story.."

"Yeah, there are.. Remember, that sleepover we had?"

Scootaloo laughed and said, "Don't remind me. And how Fluttershy caught us.."

Sketch also laughed. "Yeah.. Say, you never told me, how long did you have that crush on me?"

Scootaloo simply smiled. "Since I first saw you." She kissed her lover once again.

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Sketch laid in bed, looking at all the past pictures and memories he had. There was his wedding picture with him standing next to Scootaloo, him in his tux, and her in her dress. Next to them were Sweetie Belle and Applebloom, all smiling and all with cutie marks.

There was a picture of the day Sketch got his cutie mark. It was him, pointing to his flank that had a picture of two ponies on it- One brown, one yellow.

Sketch looked down to his marked flank and smiled. Turns out his real talent was being a friend.

At the back of the pile of pictures was an envelope, marked "Sketchy" in a fancy cursive print. Sketch smiled as a tear went down his cheek.

Scootaloo stepped into the room, seeing her husband looking at his memories. "Hey, Mr. Emotional," she joked. She stepped over to the other side of the bed and laid on it.

Sketch placed down his pictures and rolled over to his wife, caressing her.

"Hey, Sketch, do you think we'll be doing this forever?"

Sketch paused, then smiled. "I think so, Scootaloo."

I think so.

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AN: And thus marks the end of Sketch's story. Thanks to all the watchers and trackers following me through my first fic, I really appreciate all the support and feedback. Speaking of which, go ahead and let me know what you think. Just comment or message me if you have some advice or anything for a new fic writer. Track me if you want to see more of my writing, cause I'm definitely not stopping here.
Thanks,
-HDJ