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// 372.  Plushie by Ultra1437 
// Story: The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab 
// by Fuzzyfurvert 
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by Ultra1437


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In one of Canterlot’s tallest towers... in a darkened room, despite the near-evening sun, a princess was playing.

A plushie of Twilight Sparkle, sans her new wings, sat at a miniature table, with matching miniature teapot and cups.  “Oh, Princess…  I can’t thank you enough for inviting me out here for tea!” a high-pitched, yet remarkably good rendition of her voice echoed from behind her.

Several hooffalls echoed off the carpet before the plushie opposite her waggled a little as she spoke, also in a remarkable rendition of the real voice, “It was no problem, Twilight.  To be honest, I found myself missing your presence of late.  I wondered if you had an afternoon free, and here we are.”

A couple more hoofalls sounded in the room.  A teacup was levitated to Twilight’s mouth before being set down gently.  “Princess, I must confess something,” the Twilight plushie seemed to deflate slightly, head bowing down.

Celestia-plushie sat still where she was. “Oh?  What might that be, Twilight?”

“I love you.”  In the background, a single dramatic note played on a piano.

The table between them was upended as the Celestia-plushie exclaimed, “Oh!  I love you too, Twilight!  But we cannot be together…”  Another, more dramatic note played.

“But, Princess, why not?”  The Twilight-plushie stood tall, despite being inanimate, its stance was fearful.

“Because…”  The note rose in pitch.  The Twilight-plushie leaned in.

“I love…”  Another step up.

“Another.”  The piano played a crescendo note before going silent.

“But, Princess.  Who is this pony?”  The Twilight-plushie fell over dramatically.

“She is…”  The piano started, playing two climbing notes.

“You!”  Another two steps up.  “I love you!”

“Marry me, Princess!”  A blue magical aura set the Twilight-plushie upright, much closer to Celestia-plushie.

“I cannot.”  Celestia plushie-turned around.  The piano started again, playing a dramatic tune.

“Please?”

“Only if you kiss me now.”  Celestia-plushie was turned around again.

“Okay!”

“Mwah, mwah!”  The two plushies’ mouths met, despite being inanimate.  They were mashed together haphazardly as–

The room’s door opened suddenly.  A white pony stepped through.  “Luna, are you ready to raise the Moon?”

Luna scrambled to pick up the plushies and hide them from the intruder’s view.  “Yes!  Just give me a minute!”

“Alright, Lulu.”  Celestia chuckled lightly.

“Did… did you see anything?” Luna asked quietly.  

Celestia stepped inside and shut the door.  “No, Luna.  I didn’t see you playing with your plushies again.”

“You… didn’t?” Luna’s voice squeaked slightly.

“Of course I did.  I just wanted to let you, the intimidating Princess of the Night, know that your secret is safe with me.  You don’t play with plushies when you think nopony is watching.  Especially not producing romantic soap operas.”

Luna coughed once.  “Of course, sister.  Give me a few minutes to freshen up, and I will be out shortly to raise the Moon.”

“I’ll see you then, Luna.”  Celestia stepped out, shutting the door behind her.

“Stupid Tia.  Always interrupting when it gets good.”  The Twilight-plushie bonked the Celestia-plushie on the head a few times.  Sighing, she set them both back on her bed to continue the story another time.