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Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) - FanOfMostEverything



The continuation of an open anthology of continuations of other authors' stories.

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Kris Overstreet's Wrong Kind of Twilight (Zontan's "The Carmine Line")

Author's Note:

[Comedy][Mild Gore]

This is a continuation of Zontan's The Carmine Line (1,039 words, [Dark])

CARMINE SPOILERS: Twilight accidentally jabs herself on an especially pointy crystal accent as Rarity adjusts her latest dress. The bloodstain vanishes overnight, and the once-stained dress is both irresistibly beautiful and supercharged with Twilight's magic. After a few more experiments confirm the correlation, Rarity decides she simply must have more...

"... and so after my results had been verified, Doctor, I knew I had to have more of the blood."

"Uh-huh." Doctor Stable looked at his patient, lying in bed in a semi-conscious state, moaning occasionally as the intravenous drip replaced the fluids missing from her body. (Nurse Redheart had had some difficulty finding a blood vessel not already nicked by the dozens of scars on Princess Twilight Sparkle's forelegs. "And so you decided to help yourself, did you?"

"I beg your— Oh! Oh, no no no!" Rarity said. "Twilight put all those there!"

Doctor Stable gave Rarity a disbelieving glance. "Is that so?" he asked. "What for?"

"Well, a couple little nicks and scratches are one thing," Rarity said, "but I wasn't going to steal my dear friend's blood. That would be horrible! So i asked permission." The white unicorn's face turned a little pink as she continued, "I admit she was just a scoche upset at first. But when I explained the effect it had, and showed her the results, she got this look in her eyes. You know, type 3 Twilighting."

Doctor Stable nodded understanding. In the years Twilight Sparkle had lived in Ponyville, the verb "to Twilight" had not merely been coined, but given multiple meanings. Type 1: freaking out over unjustified things. Type 2: overreaction to fear of failure. Type 3: manic-obsessive conduct related to science. "Continue."

"Well, that's just it. We DID continue," Rarity said. "And Twilight just. Would. Not. Stop! Does the effect work with old blood? Is it stronger with fresh blood? Does chilling or freezing the blood change the effect? Does it work on drawings? On furniture? On stained-glass windows? Can it be made into ink? Into paint? Into dessert toppings?" Rarity stroked her friend's hoof with her own and added. "Just before she passed out from blood loss Spike and I had to wrestle a bone saw away from her. She wanted to know if alicorn meat had the same effect on cooking."

Twilight squirmed in the hospital bed and murmured, "I'm so delicious..."

"I see," Doctor Stable said. "And Spike backs you up on this story?"

"I'm not telling you this from the inside of a castle cell, am I?" Rarity asked. "Of course he backs me up! And so does Fluttershy. She was with us when we tried to talk her down!" She hung her head and murmured, "I wish I'd been more careful with my pins."

"I wouldn't worry," Doctor Stable said quietly. "This isn't the first Twilighting episode we've dealt with, after all. I'm sure that, in a week from now, the obsession will pass and she'll be good as new, without any autocannibalistic fantasies."

"I do hope you're right," Rarity said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to send a letter to Princess Cadence." She paused. "No, first a letter to Crystaller Sunburst. I need to know how much rubber and cork it'll take to cover every pointy and edged object in the Crystal Empire."

Doctor Stable cocked his head in confusion. "Beg your pardon?"

"Well, think of it," Rarity said. "Twilight's blood makes everything more dazzling, yes? And everypony who sees the effect wants it. So what happens when Flurry Heart gets a boo-boo?"

The doctor found a lump choking his throat. "Celestia preserve us all," he gasped.

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