"Better Luck Next Time" and Other Short Stories

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(This prompt isn't from TMPS tumblr, but This Reddit contest)


PROMPT: Twolight Sparkle. There has to be at least two Twilight Sparkles running around - of any variant, including clearly defined alternative personalities. You can have Future Twilight and Dusk Shine fighting Nihilus and Nightmare Twilight, or a homeless showmare Twilight making out with a humanized Twilight, I don't care, as long as there are at least two of them and you're not breaking any laws. 500 word max

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by donald trump card

Dusk didn’t know how long he’d been staring into his counterpart’s eyes. They were so close to his, but so feminine, so filled with beauty. Their faces were so near, they were sharing each other’s breath.

Twilight Sparkle, she called herself. Dusk cast a glance to one side, then another. It was just the two of them in the dusty old library. Nearly identical to his own. “Looks like we’re the only ones here.”

“Heh, heh, He’s probably out on an errand right now.”

Twilight coughed uncomfortably, covering her mouth with her hoof. The two broke eye contact for a moment, pretending to examine the bookshelves, as though one of the dusty old tomes would contain the solution to the dilemma at hand. Finding nothing, they again turned to face one another again. Despite having known his alternate self for but a few hours, he was painfully aware of the bond between them causing their muzzles to drift closer and closer together. He looked down at his hooves, avoiding her gaze. “This was a stupid idea, wasn’t it?”

She opened her mouth to give some reassurance, but no words came.

The sound of a door opening sent Twilight’s head turning so fast, it nearly gave Dusk whiplash. “Spike!”

He saw a baby dragon, jaw hanging wide open, standing in the doorway. “Twilight! What’s going on? Who is this? What are you two doing?”

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you! Could you lend a hoof? Dusk and I...” She gave a mighty sigh of embarrassment. ”... We sort of glued our horns together.”

FIN