Entry 24, by Peanus
Entry 25, by w_o
“Twiliiiiiight!”
There it was. Again. And again. And again. Nothing could block it out. Not pillows, not earmuffs, nothing. That shrill cry would bring even the mightiest of stallions to their knees, cursing the heavens above and asking them what wrong doings they did in life that led to them being punished like this, and begging for forgiveness, begging for it to stop.
“Changemebackchangemebackchangemeback!” said Rarity, who at the current moment resembled a small filly throwing a tantrum than the normally elegant and refined mare she is. The reason for this, was that she was a small filly throwing a temper tantrum, thrashing about on the ground and flailing her arms every which way, shouting and shouting and shouting
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“So you're fine with being my test subject for the day?” asked Twilight, looking on Rarity with eager anticipation, waiting on her word.
“Anything for a friend darling,” responded Rarity, “though, you never exactly told me WHAT it is I'm volunteering for, besides an experiment of yours.”
“Oh! Of course, how could I have forgotten?” said Twilight, grabbing a beaker containing what appeared to be an incredibly dangerous liquid, bubbling and spewing out nasty looking fumes at the slightest movement. “This is a regression spell! I found it in one of my spellbooks a while ago and I've been itching to try it out! According to the book, it only works on ponies, so I was never able to find a suitable test subject,” said Twilight, pausing for a moment, before adding “until today that is!” and bouncing back and forth between her hooves like an excited school filly.
“A... regression spell?” asked Rarity, skepticism and uncertainty thick on her voice. “Are you sure this is really... safe?” she added.
“I don't! But that's the fun of it!” exclaimed Twilight. “This is an entire unexplored sea of knowledge we're on the verge of discovering here! Imagine the potential possibilities! Instead of waiting for an injury to heal, a doctor could just simply cast a regression spell and revert that injury back to a point in time when it wasn't injured! Or a historian can cast it on some ancient artifact they found and discover what it really looked like before time took its toll on it! Or librarians! Or- Or-”
“I think I get the idea, Twilight,” Rarity interrupted, her desire to make a beeline for the front door and away from the crazy purple librarian increasing dramatically with every second, “B- But why not modify it already and see if it'll work on something that isn't me?!”
“Oh Rarity...” Twilight said, shaking her head and giggling, “That's not how magic works and you know it! You can't modify a spell without knowing what it does first! And the only way to see how it works is to test test test!”
“There surely must be some way...” Rarity replied, slowly backing herself towards the front door, and more importantly, freedom.
“Pleeeease Rarity?” Twilight begged, “I'm only gonna regress you back to five minutes ago. No more.”
“But what will that prove? You don't have anything to show that I somehow regressed back to five minutes ago.” Rarity said.
“You see, that's the other thing...” Twilight said, trailing off slightly, before reaching for a nearby pair of scissors with her magic, “I was thinking that I snip off a small piece of your tail, and then see if it regrows! Just a little piece!”
“Cut my tail?! Are you mad?!” Rarity shouted back.
“Pleeeease! Pleasepleasepleasepleeeeeease?!” Twilight begged, falling to her hooves and knees and looking at Rarity with the most adorable pleading look she could muster.
And it worked, too.
“Fiiine.” Rarity said with a sigh.
“Great! Now let's get started...” Twilight said, approaching Rarity.
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“Changemebackchangemebackchangemeback!” whined Rarity, kicking her hooves out all over.
“Rarity, please, I can't work on the reversal spell if you're going to be whining every five minutes!” exclaimed Twilight, becoming increasingly frustrated at Rarity's constant whining. Several instruments and book surrounded her, all of which she was using to try and reverse the spell and bring Rarity back to her normal self.
“I don't have my cutie mark! I'm just a little blank flanked filly! Change me baaaack!” Rarity continued whining, oblivious to Twilight's pain.
“Oh for the love of- will you please shut up!” Twilight shouted, summoning forth a spell that zippered Rarity's mouth shut, finally freeing Twilight of that incessant whining that had been terrorizing her all day. “Finally, peace and quiet...” she said with a sigh of relief, slinking back into her chair for a much needed break.
“Wait a minute...” she said, immediately righting herself and grabbing her quill with her magic. “If I just...” she trailed off, writing furiously on the piece of parchment in front of her, words appearing on the page at lightning speed. Books were levitated towards her, pages flipped, and passages read, before eventually, “I've got it! I've got it!” the purple mare jumped out of her seat, triumphantly staring at the piece of parchment levitating in front of her, containing the cure to her friend's magical malady.
Twilight quickly unzipped Rarity's mouth before shoving the parchment in front of her face, “I did it! I've reversed the spell! It was actually quite easy, why I didn't think of it before I don't know, but all I had to do was...” she trailed off, talking about things nobody short of someone who had spent their entire lives studying magic in a scholarly setting would have a hope of understanding.
“So you can change me back?!” Rarity squeaked, her voice cracking with her obvious excitement. “Change me back!” she once again repeated.
“Alright alright, I'll change you back.” Twilight reassured, trying to not once again bring the wrath of a whining filly Rarity back on her. Her horn lit up in a pink glow, and Rarity was surrounded by a similarly colored aura, feeling the powerful magic coursing around her. She felt it increasing in intensity before finally finishing in a brilliant bright flash, filling the room with a pure white light.
“Did it work?” asked Rarity, though instead of her usual voice, a distinctly masculine one vocalized her thought. She turned and saw Twilight's expression, before scrambling for a mirror and finding out herself just how bad it was, and promptly passing out. Instead of the delicate and feminine curves of her normal self, she saw the sharp, chiseled lines of a stallion staring back at her. Or him, to be more accurate.