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// Crusader Sparkle 
// Story: The Many Clones Of Twilight Sparkle 
// by naturalbornderpy 
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Trevor Sparkle set down his empty plate and fork, leaning back into the couch. He placed two hooves behind his head and sighed contently.
                
“I must say it’s peaceful here. Not once have I had that horrible feeling of being tracked down and attacked at any moment.”
                
Although Fluttershy only took a single bite from her slice of lemon loaf, she scooted her plate away from her. She nodded faintly. “I couldn’t imagine feeling like that. I’ve always had a history of nervousness, but having someone constantly looking for you to… you know, I don’t know how I’d react. The only times I get really nervous anymore is when I meet new ponies that I don’t know all that well.”
                
Trevor raised a brow and turned to her; seated next to her on the couch. “Do I make you nervous?”
                
She shook her head. “No. I think I’ve gotten to know you well enough to realize you’re very nice and polite.”
                
“Too bad all those other clones keep on giving clones a bad name; attacking the town and everything.”
                
Fluttershy took a moment to glance out her windows. “I haven’t heard anything in hours, so I’m sure it’s all been taken care of. Although it’s weird I still haven’t heard from any of my friends.” She looked downcast for a moment. “I thought they would’ve tried to find me after that part with Sparkle Sparkle, but I’m sure they just had more important things to worry about.”
                
Trevor Sparkle gently wrapped a leg around her shoulder, causing her to blush. “I’m sure your friends haven’t forgotten about you. Either they’ve been busy dealing with all this clone business or they knew you’d make it out all right on your own. You might think of yourself as shy and nervous most of the time, but I think you have a lot more strength than most ponies around here.”
                
Fluttershy lifted a batch of mane from her face. “You really mean that?”
                
Trevor nodded, then chewed on his tongue. “This is a rather odd question, but there’s really no other way to say it, so here it is.” He turned to meet her stare. “What do you see when you look at me? And, please, be honest.”
                
Fluttershy, not completely able to keep eye contact, instead stared at the coffee table. “I see Trevor Sparkle.”
                
“Not just a male version of Twilight Sparkle?”
                
Fluttershy hesitated, before elaborating, “I mean… you do look an awful lot like Twilight, but there’s really nothing you can do about that. You’re a clone and I understand that. But, truthfully, I see you more as Trevor than anything else.”
                
With a small grin, Trevor pulled her a little closer to him. “So it doesn’t bother you when I tell you that I like you? Or that I think you’re the most beautiful mare I’ve seen since being created?”
                
Fluttershy tried to hide her smile behind her mane. “I think you’ve seen more Sparkle clones than actual ponies since you left Twilight’s castle.”
                
“So it doesn’t bother you when I do this?”
                
Trevor leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.
                
In response, Fluttershy squeaked and turned a brand new shade of red.
                
Trevor chuckled. “Don’t tell me I’m the first stallion that’s ever done that?”
                
“…maybe.”
                
“Do you want me to stop?”
                
Fluttershy eventually moved her mane away from her face.

“…not if you don’t want to.”
                
Then she placed a hoof on his leg.
                
Smiling brightly, Trevor leaned in while closing his eyes, as Fluttershy did the same.
                
Knock-knock-knock!
                
Someone banged on the front of Fluttershy’s door and both of them turned to look.
                
“Expecting someone?” Trevor asked her uneasily.
                
Fluttershy shook her head. “Not really. Not unless it’s my friends seeing if I’m all right, but usually Pinkie Pie just enters without knocking. Sometimes she even breaks my locks doing that. No lock seems one-hundred percent Pinkie proof, yet.”
                
“That sounds terribly expensive.”
                
Knock-knock-knock!
                
“I know that you’re in there, Trevor! Don’t think I can’t smell you from here!”
                
Trevor Sparkle gasped as he sank into the couch, his body shaking uncontrollably. “It’s her! Sexy Sparkle! Somehow she’s found me again!”
                
Fluttershy squeaked again—not the good kind of squeak this time. “Then you need to hide! We’ll pretend that no one’s home and once she realizes that, I’m sure she’ll go away.”
                
Trevor hung his head. “If she came all this way, then she must know that I’m here, and I like you too much to have you try and cover for me. Sexy might try and get information from you about my current whereabouts, using less than ideal interrogation techniques.” He took a breath. “No. We’ll deal with this like rational adults: with some clear and concise reasoning.”
                
“You really think you can reason with her?”
                
“I have a fever, Trevor!” Sexy Sparkle screamed from outside. “And the only prescription, is more of your—”
                
Trevor quickly covered Fluttershy’s ears to block out the rest of Sexy’s statement. Sadly, using both of his hooves like that left his ears completely open to all the horrors that Sexy had planned for him.
                
He slid his hooves down from her ears to hold the sides of Fluttershy’s face.
                
“In case something goes wrong out there, remember me with this.”
                
Then he kissed her on the lips, and Fluttershy spent the next thirty seconds giggling like a filly on the floor.
 

***


 

“Get off Fluttershy’s property this instant!” Trevor Sparkle yelled, standing next to Fluttershy on the roof.
                
After Fluttershy had giggled her way through the very first kiss of her life, Trevor had teleported the pair onto the roof to glare down at Sexy, who, even angrier than usual, still struck an alluring pose the moment she saw them.
                
Sexy Sparkle pointed a hoof at him. “Not unless you come with me, Trevor! It’s useless to resist! Everyone falls for me eventually!”
                
After shaking his head, Trevor wrapped a leg around Fluttershy, hugging her to his side. “Well, not me, then! I want to be with Fluttershy and that’s all there is to it! So go find some other poor soul to call your own.”
                
Sexy Sparkle crushed a few of Fluttershy’s flowers underneath her hooves. “Don’t you understand, Trevor? We were made for one another! You and I forever and ever! In bed! And in areas in close proximately to a bed!”
                
Trevor shut his eyes and rubbed at his forehead. “Firstly: you’re insane. Secondly: you love way too hard. No normal pony could ever keep up with you.”
                
Sniffling obnoxiously, Sexy Sparkle sat on the grass in a pout and crossed her legs over her chest. “How is it my fault that I have a lot of love to give? I just want to be close to others—really close. Why are you denying yourself of my love, Trevor?”
                
Trevor sighed. “Because what you’re offering isn’t really love; it’s just sex.”
                
Sexy angled her head. “Sex isn’t love?”
                
“Not your version of it, at least. So, please, don’t press this anymore. Have a single shred of dignity for yourself and leave Fluttershy and I alone. Maybe try to form an actual relationship with somebody first before trying to break them with your thighs. See if that works out better for you.”
                
Sexy Sparkle wiped a tear from her cheek, standing up abruptly to face the pair.
                
“Fine! I’ll go, but don’t think this is over between us! I’ll just go and create my own Trevor Sparkle! One more lovable and durable than you could ever be! And one with a libido as ravenous as mine! And when you see how much we love and care about each other, you’ll just wish you never turned me down! You just made the biggest mistake of your lives—both of you! You stupid, stupid smexy little ponies!”
                
She turned and took a single step away, before whirling around.
                
In a much softer tone, she asked, “Could I watch, maybe? The first time you two—”
                
“No!” Trevor screamed. “Now get out of here before I turn the hose on you!”
                
Sexy fumed, but eventually she left, spreading out her wings and giving her plot a goodbye slap before rocketing away.
                
Once out of sight, Trevor let go of Fluttershy and ran a hoof through his mane.
                
“Sorry about that. I hope that’ll be the last of her, or at least the last of her for a while.”
                
Fluttershy stared at her hooves. “That’s all right. Really, it is.”
                
“Something wrong?” he asked, rubbing a hoof along her shoulder.
                
“Could you… could you do that thing again? That thing where you press your lips against mine?”
                
Trevor smiled, then knelt down to kiss her again.
                
Following their second embrace, Fluttershy crumpled to the roof in a brand new fit of giggles before she began tumbling away. Thankfully, Trevor was a fast enough flyer to catch her before she fell off the roof and landed in the flowerbed.
 

***


 

“Is she ready yet?” Sweetie Belle asked impatiently.
                
Accident Prone Sparkle gave her a soft pat on the head. “Another minute should do it… although I still don’t think helping you three with your project was the best idea.”
                
Apple Bloom stood in front of her. “But we won’t tell anyone! Honest!”
                
“Yeah! I’m sure everything will be fine!” Scootaloo added.
                
A little over an hour ago, after the clones invading town had been successfully defeated, Accident Prone Sparkle had returned to the laboratory deep within Twilight’s castle and found three tiny fillies wandering around. After explaining to her the multiple Twilight variants they’d seen around town, they wondered if they could create a Twilight of their own. At first, Accident Prone Sparkle remained adamant that no more clones would be created, but after the three Crusaders mashed their cute little faces together and added a faint shimmer to each one of their eyes, the Twilight clone reluctantly agreed to help them with their creation.
                
Could any good natured pony ever say no to such unrelenting waves of cuteness?
                
Accident Prone Sparkle actually did the math.
                
Answer: no.
                
The timer atop the cloning machine went off and its sealed doors swung out, a great mass of steam escaping and falling to the ground. What exited the clone-press was a Twilight about the same size as Sweetie Belle and her friends. Her large, expressive eyes appeared to eat up half of her head, giving her the same adorable expressions as the other three.
                
“It worked!” Apple Bloom shouted, running up to the new Twilight to wrap her in a hug.
                
“Radical!”
                
“And she’s cute!”
                
The other two fillies did the same, embracing the clone as she blinked sleep from her eyes and glanced around the room.
                
When they let her go, Sweetie Belle spun her around to check out the clone’s plot.
                		
She pumped her leg a single time in the air. “Yes! No cutie mark or anything! It all worked!”
                
“A real life Crusader Sparkle!” Apple Bloom added excitedly.
                
Scootaloo flapped her wings and managed to hover a few inches above the ground. “Now it’s like we have our very own alicorn princess to help us get cutie marks! Everyone will have to take our club seriously now!”
                
Crusader Sparkle glanced at the three of them. In a much higher and squeakier voice than normal, she asked them, “What’s a cutie mark? Is it something that goes on your butt?”
                
Apple Bloom grinned. “It’s a pony’s special talent. Whatever they’re good at—the moment they know what it is—they get a mark on their plot to let everyone else know what their special talent is. If someone is as shy and gentle as a butterfly, they might get a butterfly cutie mark.”
                
Scootaloo explained further, “And say if someone’s as fast as a lightning bolt, they might get a cutie mark in the shape of that!”
                
Crusader Sparkle nodded in understanding. “So what do you think my special talent is?”
                
Sweetie Belle thought for a moment. “Well, the original Twilight really liked books, so many it has something to do with—”
                
Crusader Sparkle picked up a book off a short stack of them. “A book like this?” She flipped to the first page and skimmed a line. “I think I like these book things. They even smell nice.”
                
Flash!
                
Crusader Sparkle’s plot was struck by a flash of bright light, leaving in its wake the image of a trio of books. All four fillies stared at the new cutie mark in different levels of awe; Crusader Sparkle the only one seemingly excited about it.
                
“I did it, you guys!” she shouted. “That wasn’t so hard!”
                
Apple Bloom glared at the clone as if someone had just trotted over Winona and come around to flatten her again.
                
Closing her eyes, she muttered out, “You have got to be kidding me.”
                
“That can’t be real! It just can’t!” Scootaloo complained, trying desperately to rub away Crusader Sparkle’s new mark.
                
“This doesn’t mean I can’t still help you all with yours,” Crusader Sparkle tried to explain. “It could still be fun…”
                
Sweetie Belle sighed. “I guess. I just didn’t think it would happen that fast. Let’s get out of here, then, and we’ll—”
                
BOOM!
                
The glass ceiling overhead shattered into a thousand pieces as a giant fireball rocketed through. Before the glass shards could reach the ground, Accident Prone Sparkle grabbed each of the fillies and shoved them against the wall, momentarily safe behind one of the lab’s thick metal consoles.
                
Once the ringing in her ears stopped, she took a look around the tall machine and saw just who was responsible.
                
With a blackened cloak concealing most of her features, Dark Sparkle pointed a golden staff with a red jeweled head at the cloning machine, encasing it in a dark purple aura. Eventually, the cloning machine and accompanying vat of goo disappeared wholly from the lab, leaving an empty space in its stead.
                
Even well hidden behind the consol, Dark Sparkle stared in their direction and whispered, “Now I shall create a new world, one pony at a time. A perfect world—devoid of imperfections and the weak.”
                
Accident Prone Sparkle raised a leg. “Could you not do that? Please?”
                
Dark Sparkle thought it over for a second. “No. I’d much rather destroy the world and start anew, rather than try and dig it out from the hole you’ve all buried it in. You only have yourselves to blame for this outcome. You created me, knowing full well what I would do. Everything comes to an end at some point, even Equestria. Why not greet your own demise early and with a smile?”
                
“But Twilight didn’t create you! Somebody else did!” Accident Prone Sparkle yelled to her, but already Dark Sparkle had vanished in a puff of smoke.
                
Alone again, Accident Prone Sparkle swept up the broken glass before escorting the four fillies out the door. Then she calmed herself with a thick stack of strawberry pancakes from upstairs before hanging up a large poster in the center of the bulletin board.
                
It read: “SPARKLE CLONE MEETING—ASAP! ATTENDENCE MANDATORY!”
                
Below that sign was a much smaller one: “YES! EVEN YOU, TARDY SPARKLE!”
                
Job accomplished, Accident Prone Sparkle tried her best to remember if she’d locked up the lab before she’d left. Not entirely sure, she found herself grateful not many ponies actually knew of the second cloning machine inside the castle.
 

***


 

Sexy Sparkle gave her immense stack of notes a quick scan, running a hoof around her abnormally disheveled mane. Although it had taken her all of that day and some of the night, soon—in just a few seconds, actually—she’d have what she’d wanted all along.
                
Next to a small pile of empty energy drinks, she sat on the ground. Grabbing an unopened one, she stabbed the bottom of the can with her horn before downing the entire thing in a single swallow.
                
As far as believed, she’d need all the energy she could get.
                
“Won’t Trevor be jealous?” she said to herself, a bit of edge creeping into her usually sultry voice. “Once he sees me around town with you, he won’t even… he won’t even know what to do with himself! He’d rather be stuck with that timid little pegasus? Please!”
                
She belched, then wiped at her mouth.
                
“I mean, sure, she’s cute—freaking adorable, even! But what’s she gonna offer him once the lights go out and she has no idea what she’s doing? I’ll tell you what! Nothing! Not even a ghost story! Too scary for her, I’m sure!”
                
Sexy took a breath.
                
She said bluntly, “I think I’ve lost my sexy mind.”
                
After flying straight back to Twilight’s castle, Sexy Sparkle ignored the other clones inside and gone straight to the laboratory. The original cloning machine had been removed for some reason, so she went to the backup one in the other corner of the room and removed the dust-covered cloth that covered it.
                
Rebooting the system took some time (getting the vat of goo to the perfect temperature and making sure all of its readings were exact), but what took the most amount of time of all was the preparation of her personalized masterpiece.

The one clone to end all clones… at least for her.
                
As much as she hated Trevor Sparkle at the moment—alongside all his sexy guts—he had placed a wonderful idea inside her head. Why not just create the perfect clone for herself? A stallion to call her own and make passionate love to forever and ever and ever?
                
Creating a perfect clone was all in the details—adding her own genetic makeup alongside a whole plethora of nuances. As Sexy waited for her immaculate coltfriend to finish baking, she spent her time strolling around the lab, reading from her long list of notes and ideas.
                
“Same basic model as Trevor Sparkle, only mane and tail three inches longer and straighter; jaw line more refined; purple coat combined with pure silk for that extra added softness; skeletal structure mixed with various durable metals and substances, allowing the clone extra maneuverability while still remaining durable; as flexible as the greatest gymnast around, yet also able to withstand the powerful brunt of my love, as many times as I desire. Two-hundred and sixty five horse pony; able to go from zero to a hundred and twenty in seven seconds or less.”
                
From the thought alone, she bit her bottom lip.
                
“Added energy and playfulness; a gentle voice that still has access to the dirtiest of vocabularies should the right moment arise; a libido to match my own, if not more.”
                
When pouring that particular chemical into the batch, Sexy had counted out the necessary drops before adding a couple more. As far as she was concerned, why make just a cheese pizza if all the toppings were readily available to you?
                
Behind her, the cloning machine went off and both of its doors opened with a hiss. From the mound of steam appeared a more streamlined Trevor Sparkle, perfectly honed muscles accentuating his already shapely figure.
                
The clone took only a single step out from the machine before collapsing to the floor.
                
Still a good three meters away from him, Sexy Sparkle tried her best to keep her legs from trembling from the sight.
                
“That’s gotta be the smexiest thing I’ve ever seen…” she moaned, trying not to slip on the suddenly wet floor below her. “Note to self: think of new word to denote someone even sexier than smexy. Smexican? No. That won’t work.”
                
As she made her way over to him, Sexy tried to keep her walk as graceful as she could, even as her thoughts screamed to her to jump up in the air and tackle him hard. But as this was to be their first introduction—before a lifetime of wonderful, sexy adventures together—she thought it best to start with a much softer display than she would normal give.
                
Only a step away from him, Sexy had to cram a hoof into her mouth to keep from screaming with excitement. Up close, the new Sparkle stallion was everything she had been dreaming of. Sleeping soundly on the smooth laboratory floor, Sexy didn’t think she’d ever seen someone sleep so overwhelmingly cute, sexy, and handsome all at once.
                
This new clone was like a sexy anomaly brought to life.
                
Gently, Sexy lifted up one of his legs to take a quick peek under the hood. Several hours ago, Sexy had gone back and forth through the clone catalogue, marking out clone parts she didn’t like before circling the ones she did. Underneath the stallion was “Option 63”, and all at once Sexy could tell she’d made the right decision.
                
That was when he first spoke.
                
“Huh? What’s… what’s happened? And why am I on the floor?”
                
Sexy Sparkle knelt down to him, running a hoof through his soaked mane. “I created you. You’re a clone, just like me—a clone of a beautiful mare named Twilight Sparkle. You may feel a tad disoriented at first, but that should wear off soon enough.”
                
“And who are you?”
                
“Sparkle. Sexy Sparkle.”
                
He clumsily got to his hooves. “And me?”
                
Sexy Sparkle pursed her lips. “I actually hadn’t thought of that yet, but I’ll get back to you on that.” She flashed him a smirk and tossed her hips to the side, tail swishing invitingly. “Anything you want to do together? Now that I’ve gone and created you?”
                
The stallion stared at her quizzically. “Together? Like grab a bite to eat or something?”
                
Sexy chuckled dryly. “I guess we could start with that, but why not just cut to the chase?” She flicked her mane away from her eyes and moaned out softly. “Nothing coming to mind, my stallion friend? No… urges you might wanna fulfill? Using me perhaps?”
                
The stallion thought for a moment. “Like go see a movie? Or take a walk? I’m sorry, but I’m really not getting this so far.”
                
Sexy Sparkle growled out angrily. “I mean sex! You do want to have sex with me right now, right here!? Wonderful and passionate and very, very loud!?”
                
He regarded her awkwardly. “Sex? With you? No, not really. I really don’t think you’re my type, but if there’re any stallions around, I wouldn’t mind getting to know one of them a bit better.”
                
Sexy Sparkle choked on air. “Stallions? I must not have heard that right.”
                
A dreamy expression found the new clone’s face. “No, you did. It only took me a while—after just being created and all—but I have the oddest feeling that I’m actually into stallions, because right now I’m picturing like dozens of plots. Stallion plots!”
                
She held up a trembling hoof. “You don’t… you don’t think you might just be bisexual? A lot of ponies around here are.”
                
He scratched at his perfectly sculpted chin. “Nah. Can’t see that. I’d rather have me a piece of that hunky stallion any day.”
                
Sexy Sparkle looked at if the entire population of sexy ponies had been suddenly teleported off the planet, never to return.
                
“So you’re gay?”
                
Gay Sparkle perked up at the term. “I guess I am! You happen to know any stallions you could hook me up with?”
                
Instead of falling to the ground and wallowing in a tight ball of pure anguish and pain, Sexy Sparkle decided to save herself the trouble and instead let loose a single tear from her eye. Inside that lone tear was all the emotion she had boiling inside her—every ounce of deep disappointment and regret, sorrow and despair. Once the tear splashed onto the ground, it began eating through the floor and continued on.
                
Some ponies say that that single tear of perfect sadness burrowed itself all the way to the center of the earth and out the other side. Yet most ponies say that’s just a fable and nothing more, because, honestly, who’d bother keeping track of such a thing?
                
Sexy took in a shaky breath to clear her thoughts. “Could I watch, at least?”
                
Gay Sparkle adamantly shook his head. “Afraid not. Whatever stallion I end up with, I’d want them to know I’m only interested in a committed relationship and nothing else, and that I care deeply about their feelings. Never would I want to put them in a situation that might comprise their trust or feelings towards me. Trust has to be at the foundation of every solid relationship, so I’d need to stay committed to my partner and their wishes. But, having said all that, it doesn’t mean that I’d hesitate for a second before rutting them into blissful oblivion… after I had their love and clear consent, of course.”
                
A second perfect tear of infinite sadness fell to the floor and started its journey towards the center of the earth, as Sexy Sparkle pretended not to notice as it slithered down her cheek.
                
She shook her head at him. “Where did I go so wrong with you?”
                
Then she gave her notes a quick glance before nodding a single time.
                
“It seems I forgot to carry the one again.”