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// Silhouette by Drynwhyl 
// Story: Finer Things: The Rarilight Collab 
// by Donraj 
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by Drynwhyl


“Oh, Twilight,” Rarity said, “I love you so much.”
 
“I love you too, Rarity,” replied Twilight, pronking awkwardly. Up, down, bouncing on some unseen surface. She sidled up to her paramour. “I love you more than I can ever say!”
 
“Well,” Rarity said, her mouth flapping up and down out of time with her words, pronunciation nevertheless uninhibited, “you should try anyway!” Her muzzle penetrated Twilight’s skull, nuzzling her affectionately.
 
“Okay, Rarity,” said Twilight, unfazed by the inexplicable muzzle-orchestrated craniotomy, “I love you even more than my books, more than magic, and just as much as Spike. And when we get married we’re going to all live in my castle and I’ll spend all my time teaching Sweetie Belle magic so she can get her cutie mark.”
 
Rarity gasped. “That’s so romantic, darling!” She leaned in for a kiss. Mwah! “I do hope you can help Sweetie get her cutie mark! She’s so terribly deserving!”
 



 
Scootaloo pinched the bridge of her muzzle. “That idea is awful, Sweetie. And coming from me that’s saying something.”
                
                Sweetie poked her head out from behind the sheet. She held a couple of elaborate paper cut-outs in her hooves: one a unicorn in profile, the other an alicorn with wings spread high. “What do you mean?”
 
                “It might work for you, but how is that supposed to help us get our cutie marks too?” Scootaloo replied. Beside her, Applebloom nodded.
 
                “So there’s still a couple of kinks I have to work out. At least there’s no chance of tree sap.”
 
                Scootaloo sighed. She had to admit, Sweetie did have a point.