I am He as You are She as You are Me and We are All Rule 63'd
The Hooves Family
Now that the Mane 6 have accomplished their purpose in this story, they don't have to be mentioned ever again. Yes, I'm aware that Twilight is a member of the Mane 6, but you didn't give me a chance to clarify, now did you? Anyhoof, 'twas the next day when this chapter took place. Twilight's recovery had gone swimmingly, and word of the Spell 63 Requirement had spread. Twilight had even set up a system that allowed everypony to know when they could and could not enter the Library to meet themselves. A knock was heard at the door.
"Hello? Twilight? I've got your mail!"
"Ditzy, don't forget that it's our turn!"
Twilight trotted to the door, now knowing who was there. That family was just so strange sometimes... okay, all the time. Seriously, have you ever heard Dinky talk for more than a few seconds? She sounds like some kind of genius! It just can't be natural. Twilight opened the door, and in came Ditzy Doo, Doctor Hooves, Dinky, and Sparkler.
"Hello, Doctor. Can I assume that you're here to help with my assignment?"
"Well, yes, but we've all met our counterparts before-- don't ask how-- so I think that this might be rather different from what you expected. Personally, I'm excited to talk with the Professor again. So rare for me to meet an intellectual equal... even if that equal is myself. I know that it's silly, but I hope she's--"
"Muffin, you're doing it again," interrupted Ditzy.
"Oh, am I? Terribly sorry, Twilight."
Twilight was a bit taken aback by the Doctor's ramblings, but not as much as she would've been if he hadn't rambled. Seriously, if you consider how much he talks, it's almost a wonder that public speaking isn't his Special Talent. Granted, I know that all Time Chargers have the same Cutie Mark, but still. What do you mean, "How do I know he's not a pony?" That's a great story, but it's one for another time. Look, just shut up and read, okay?
Twilight asked the group to make themselves comfortable while she got Dusk. She explained that the spell required both of them, so that the portal cold be anchored in both universes. Twilight ascended the devil's creation, and managed to tear Dusk out of his book fort. Look, if you don't ask fewer questions, then I'm going to start ignoring you, understand? Good. Now, Twilight dragged Dusk down the accursed stairs, so that they could cast Spell 63. Really? You're just now asking why it's called that? FIne, it's called "Spell 63" because it opens a portal into Universe 63. What? How should I know why it's called Universe 63? Ask Princess Ce-- oh, that's right. Never mind. Just forget that I said anything. We, uh, [sobs] we should get back to the story.
Twilight and Dusk cast the spell, opening the blue vortex that you've all come to know and love. Out of said vortex came (in this order) a chestnut earth pony mare with blue eyes and a slightly spiky brown mane; a gray pegasus stallion with golden wall-eyes and a messy golden mane; a purplish unicorn colt with amber eyes and a two-toned wavy blonde mane; and a purple unicorn stallion with a tow-toned purple mane that covered one eye, and lavender eyes. Their names were: Professor Hooves (AKA Sandy Spins), Twisty Tail (AKA Dopey Hooves), Twinkie Hooves, and Amethyst. Each pony (or pony-shaped being) went over to (and began excitedly conversing with) their respective cross-gendered counterparts. I don't think that their conversations were particularly noteworthy in any respect other than the fact that they were focused on catching up, rather than awkward introduction. Oh, come on. You can't say that introducing yourself to a gender-reversed version of yourself wouldn't be awkward. Okay, I guess you can, but it wouldn't be honest. OH, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!
Tune in next time to see what odd things happen! Will Equestria plummet into eternal chaos? Will the dimensions collapse into one another, essentially killing everypony? Will Fancypants finally put some pants on? You'll just have to wait and see, because you're very rude. And here I thought that you'd learned your lesson, judging from your comparative silence in the last chapter.