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This story is a sequel to Fight Club Brawl: Aria and Gilda


A collection of random stories about the romantic adventures (or mis-adventures) between the street tough Gilda Goldwing, and the brilliant Twilight Sparkle of earth. Can two young women from very different backgrounds find a way to make things work out?

(This is going to be one of those "as I get the idea" anthology type of stories. As such, they will be written more when I get the idea and in no particular order.)

Chapters (19)
Comments ( 109 )

Not seen this ship before

"Vinyl," Rainbow Dash answered with a grin. "As cool as your magic detector and extractor was, it doesn't beat a functioning car that can turn into an awesome massive sound system."

She's got you there.

Aww, Gilda loves her Gramps

"Because," Trixie cut in, "a certain somebody has a hard time saying 'no' to her favorite little sister."

Ah.

Reaching into a pocket, she pulled out her phone and pulled up the list she had made.

Of course.

"Two girls wearing mustaches do stick out around here," Gilda answered with a smirk, "and I would recognize Rainbow Dash anywhere."

With a head of hair like hers...

"That is totally cool," Gilda said, staring wide eyed.

You're goddamn right.

honted maz
much spoop
very scare
wow

*sigh*

As they turned a corner, a robotic looking fox popped out at them and let out a metallic shriek.


FOXY!!!

FNAF REFERENCE!!!

7687315 In seriousness, I'm not big on memes, so you don't have to worry about seeing such too often. Still, it makes sense (at least to me) that someone would think making that sign would be funny.

:twilightangry2: Vladimir is a proud and storied Slavic name. Bluebitch doesn't deserve it!

Really, if something as supposedly "sophisticated" as Shakespeare could be seen in such a light, it kind of made plays as a whole seem a bit more relatable.

Trust me, Shakespeare is NOT sophisticated, certainly wasn't considered that at the time.

*Ahem* MOAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7705792
I know, right? SO many dick jokes.

Man, I love how you write this pairing. They're so cute together.

FINALLY!! A CHAPTER ABOUT CAR MECHANICS!!!:pinkiehappy:

Poor Gilda. She's so convinced that she's not worth the trouble. Sad. Hope Twi and Co. can convince her otherwise.

Well... the real worst case scenario included Twilight, a conversion camp, where she would be emotionally and abused and tortured to make her "straight," leading her into depression and self-loathing, which would in turn lead her to suicide...

It sickens me that those are a thing.

"Hey, Fluttershy!" Gilda could hear being shouted. "Can use your phone to see if Hell's frozen over?"

Ha ha...

The fuck have I gotten myself into?

Don't look at me, I'm not the author.

"A full make-over and a day of shopping!" she squealed. "Won't it just be fabulous?"
Gilda considered how long it would take to gnaw her arm off.

You wanted this.

"She died when I was born," Gilda cut in, looking out the window.

Oh. My condolences.

Gilda gave a nod, but turned her attention to the window. As nice as the thought was, she was still skeptical. After all, why would the parents that could have a cute little nerdy good girl possibly like someone like her? To say nothing of "adore."

Because they trust Twilight's judgement.

I have a feeling that Twi's parent will love her and will do what most good parents do: troll their children in front of their friends. I'm crossing my fingers for dad jokes.

7824612 really!? I thought those things were outlawed in the US?

For Christ sakes Cadence!:rainbowlaugh:

Found a typo:

"What about my date with Timber?" Timber asked. "Did you have someone spy on me then, too?"

"There's been an accident."

Merde.

8113104 CURSE YOU AND YOU'RE INEVITABLE BETRAYAL!

...You are shitting right now??

Uuuuh....well....shit.

MJP

next, lets try to have them "get past naked"

or something, I don't know, I'm a perv

..... I feel nervous.

Honestly it's a fine line. If you've been in an accident, doctors like to be able to observe for a bit because head injuries can take time to manifest symptoms and complications. But, if she can leave under her own power and not immediately risk certain injury, it's likely better to get out of there. The longer you spend in the hospital the more likely you are to get sick. It's just the nature of what hospitals are.

Not that I expect Gilda of all people to be super careful about re-opening injuries and whatnot, but that's what she has Twilight for.

She should probably also not sleep alone for the first night after a head injury... which is probably also what she has Twilight for :rainbowwild:

:twilightblush: Y'know, really, you don't need to do this, Dash. Gilda and I will be fine on our own.

:rainbowderp: Nah, it's cool. I don't got nothin' else to do tonight.

:facehoof: No, seriously, the two of us will be just fine together all night.

:rainbowderp: Yeah, I know, but I was kinda bored. I figure it'll be fun.

:twilightangry2: Dash, if you don't want to know what a sexually frustrated Midnight Sparkle can do to you, go home.

:rainbowderp: ... 'Kay.

A large chunk of glass stuck out of her shirt, pointing almost straight up.

Shit.

"Great," Gilda said as she slammed the pen down. "Now let's get out of here."

You were in a car crash, you could have DIED you fool!

MJP

I'm not sure about this, this just ended so abruptly

Given her previous financial statements I can imagine wanting to get out of the hospital as rapidly as possible.

8176889 That was actually a big part of it when I came up with it, yes.

..... oh this is getting more and more sad. STILL LOVE IT but... damn bro. My feels can take but so much.

"Well..." Gilda turned to look at Twilight. "She would look pretty cute."

I dunno, I feel like she'd pull off the Sexy Librarian look better.

"Your friends are not replacements for trained doctors and nurses, Gretchen. You should still be in the hospital and not out running around in your condition."

Not gonna lie, I'm with Gruff here.

"Searching," an electronic voice said from Twilight's phone. "Collating and cross-referencing responses. Answer: memory loss is an indicator of most types of Alzheimer's. However, as naming errors is common, it is not an effective indicator. The disease commonly affects short term memory first, causing the afflicted to forget entire conversations that have just occurred. As the condition worsens, so will memory, resulting in loss of information such as important dates or the ability to recognize family members."

Alzheimers is one of the few things that genuinely terries me, the idea of slowly losing my mind and not being able to know it is just, GAH.

"Gretchen was my mom's name," she stated. "Guess he thought I was her for some reason."

If I were to guess, strong family resemblance.

"Hey, Twi. You wanna help me out? Kinda hard to get undressed and wash myself like this."

"Okay," Twilight blurted out, getting up to follow after her.

HEH!

Want more. Want it now!:flutterrage:

Nice chappy! You accidentally a lot of words, though. If you have a few, might wanna run back through it a bit.

"Well I'm glad you grew out of it," Twilight said, leaning up to kiss Gilda on the cheek. She then got a smirk of her own. "Too bad, though. Topless pillow fighting and practicing making out sounds just like the kind of things you would enjoy."

That caused Gilda to stop, turning to give the other girl with a skeptical look.

"That doesn't happen."

You have no way of proving the contrary.

"You must be Gilda. I'm Princess Twilight Sparkle from Equestria."

This is gonna be surreal.

"You mean a great one!" Pinkie declared as they came inside and headed... somewhere. "A princess from a magical world comes to another dimension, and meets a smart scientific girl and moves in with her. Every episode, the smart girl explains something to the princess, teaching her something about science and the world, helping kids in the audience learn about it as well. It could help kids learn about science, math, and nature, and show little girls that they can be all sorts of things when they grow up. Then it can be bought out by a big studio and transferred to a paying cable network, where they will give it a big budget, but get rid of the educational stuff and original cast. All that will remain is a hollow shell of what it was, with no one watching, and the studio executives never realizing it was their own fault that a once great show ended up being forgotten."

... What?

"I wouldn't do that," Sunset Shimmer said. "If Pinkie Pie is calling something 'The Atomic Inferno,' it will probably burn your mouth pretty bad."

She has a point.

Turned out, pretty bad. One bite, and she found herself downing a half-gallon jug of chocolate milk. Her tongue and throat felt like they were literally on fire. It really hurt, and was pretty much all she could feel. Tears ran from her eyes, and if her nose was not running already, it probably would be soon. If someone said she was sweating, she would not have been surprised.

That's what ya get.

"A griffon," Gilda repeated as she considered it. She would have big wings, and sharp claws.

Correct.

"It's almost time for Limey's date," Pinkie announced. "You guys get everything ready for our little game while I take Gilda to meet Limey's new girlfriend."

Cockblocker.

"Gilda?" Aria Blaze asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," Gilda said, crossing her arms as she smirked.

Limestone and Aria. I can see it.

"I'm writing a song about them," Pinkie whispered. "I'm calling it...'Tsundere Love.'"

Please do.

"So you're dating some know it all goody two-shoes?" Aria asked, eyes narrowing. "What, did she lose a bet? Feel sorry for you after seeing me kick your ass at the fight club?" Her lips pulled into a sneer. "Or maybe she wanted to know what it was like to date street trash."

That, was a poor choice of words.

"For fuck's sake, Aria," a raspy voice called out. "Can't you be around people for five minutes without being a complete asshole?"

No.

"Being an asshole is an all or nothing thing," Aria declared. "If you're going to be one, might as well be a massive one, or else fuck off, Limestone."

Limestone rolled her eyes and let out a snort.

"Whatever, bitch!" She walked toward the door. "Come on. I don't have all night to wait on your dumb ass."

Is this their idea of flirting?

Probably because no one else could put up with them, Gilda thought. Anyone else would probably be trying to figure out where to hide the body after the first date.

Sounds about right.

So this is what diabetes taste like.

Accurate.

There stood both Twilight Sparkles. They were side by side, facing forward with their hands behind their backs. Both were dressed in identical pajamas: light pink outfits with black and white yin-yang symbols printed on them. Neither of them were wearing glasses, nor did they have their hair tied up.

"Welcome to..." Pinkie started.

"Guess! Your! Twilight!" the rest of the girls chanted together.

This should be good.

Twilight -- her Twilight -- wore her glasses all day every day for years. It probably left some sort of impression on the side of her nose where it rested. Princess Twilight, however, never wears glasses, so she would not have any such thing. So, if she got in close and looked at their noses, she could tell which was which.

Or she might be squinting a bit.

Her searching stopped as she caught sight of their hands. More specifically, what the two were doing with them. Both had their hands behind their back, but one was gripping at her fingers of one hand with the other, pulling on them. The other had her fingers curled up. Not quite in fist though. Just until the fingertips were pressing against the top of the palm.

Oooh.

A blush formed on the faces of both the Twilights, but -- surprisingly -- neither of them looked away. Instead, one of them was looking at her with narrowed eyes, looking at the presented arm with curiosity. The other, however, was staring wide-eyed, and was nearly drooling.

And that's how you know your Twilight.

"Aw, man," Rainbow Dash grumbled. "Next time, we should add a rule against flexing."

I disagree.

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