AN: No actual clop this chapter. Consider yourself fairly warned.

Twilight sighed, snuggling back into Fluttershy, the delicious smell of haybacon and coffee filling her nose. Something bothered her about that, but she felt too warm and comfortable to care. Fluttershy would wake her when breakfast was ready, surely.

I need to wake up like this more often. She mused, stretching in place and letting out a satisfying yawn. She felt aches and burning muscles in unfamiliar places, but even those just felt so good this morning! Probably because of how she got them. Her brain revved up, finely tuned mind adding to her impromptu mental checklist; 'Revisit studies of pony sexuality, previous research deemed insufficient. Subnote: why do pains of sex feel good even hours afterward?' Also added to the list: 'Be sure to cover Dryad sexuality in book.' And: 'Don't forget to send copyright office claim on "Dryads: Promiscuous Plant Ponies" title.' She giggled to herself at the thought. That title was just a little too silly for the first publication on a new species; she'd have to come up with another. But that was for later. For now, her ears perked at the sound of hooves carefully finding their way up the stairs.

Finally, her brain caught onto the conundrum; who was cooking breakfast if Fluttershy was still asleep behind her? Twilight sat up, letting the hooves of the pony holding her slide off, not quite limply, but certainly loose, and looked down at Fluttershy. Then at the door, where Fluttershy was carefully maneuvering a tray through the door. Then back at the bed. Finally, something in her drowsy brain clicked.

"Oh, right." She said, smiling and gently rolling the Fluttershy on the bed aside so she could sit up without squishing it. Her? Twilight decided it was too early in the morning to figure out the semantics involving an inactive Dryad puppet.

"Hm?" Fluttershy made a querying sound as she walked carefully over to the bed.

"Oh, I just forgot for a second there were two of you running around and wondered how you could be coming up the stairs if you were behind me." Twilight explained, looking somewhat greedily at the haybacon, coffee, pancakes with cream and strawberry, and scrambled eggs balanced on Fluttershy's back. She blushed, "You didn't have to bring me breakfast in bed, y'know."

"Oh but I did." Fluttershy smiled slyly at her while she slid the tray onto the bed, sitting down in front of her own plate, (the same contents, but less haybacon and eggs over-easy.) "I'm still buttering you up for recruitment, remember?"

"I think I got plenty of butter last night." Twilight grinned, "What's with the flavor, anyway?" She dug into her haybacon, feeling especially hungry this morning. Probably because of her exertion last night.

"Well," Fluttershy started, taking a quick bite of eggs, "Since that isn't a body designed to breed with ponies, the only requirement of its natural lubrication is that it lubricates. I thought my partners might enjoy the taste."

"You'll get no complaints from me." Twilight assured her, stuffing her mouth with at least half a pancake, "Y'wer delishush. Br'fasht choo."

"Thank you." Fluttershy tapped her chin with a hoof.

"Oh, sho-" Twilight swallowed, chuckling nervously, "Sorry." She telekinetically brushed the crumbs off of Fluttershy's bed, and then called a broom out of the closet to sweep them up.

"So, have you re-thought my offer yet? You seem to enjoy the... lifestyle." Fluttershy asked, without the innuendo Twilight had expected from such a statement.

"Well... I was leaning before anyways." Twilight ate a bite of pancakes, swallowing before talking this time, "But I think I can definitely say the answer is going to be yes."

"Going to be?" Fluttershy cocked her head sideways cutely, one ear standing at attention.

"I still want to see how the others are affected. You still seem to be you mostly, just aggressively sexual, but I'm still a bit worried that you were changed against your will at all." Twilight explained, "Plus, I don't think it's a good idea for more than one of us to be out of action at a time. Don't want to be underpony'd when the emergency of the week rolls around." Twilight rolled her eyes, making Fluttershy giggle. "I'll probably go last, honestly. I... I know it's silly, but I'd like to ask Princess Celestia if it's okay with her too, after I get my report on Dryads put together and sent."

"It's not silly at all, Twilight. I know you respect her very much." Fluttershy smiled at her, "Oh! And I already sent her at least one bit, when Spike came by after you fell asleep last night."

"Fluttershy!" Twilight took a scolding tone, "That wasn't edited or organized, just raw notes! And it wasn't even complete! I made so many notes after I... well... got too into it to concentrate on writing." Twilight blushed. Was that a glint of mischief in Fluttershy's eye? No, it couldn't be. "I'll have to send a letter apologizing and asking for it back when I get home. If she hasn't sent it back with a failing grade on it already." Twilight muttered, spearing a pancake angrily with her fork and shoveling it into her mouth.

"Oh, I'm sure she enjoyed reading it very much, just like she loves everything you send her." Butter couldn't have melted in Fluttershy's mouth.

~

"Bye Twilight! Enjoy your day!" Fluttershy waved off the purple princess pony, turning back into her cottage to continue the neverending task of tending her menagerie.

"Bye Fluttershy!" Twilight called back, heading down the road back to town. She raised an eyebrow at the giant peach hanging from Fluttershy's tree, wondering what the caretaker was cooking up this time. Her imagination provided a few possibilities, some of them sending shivers down her spine (of both arousal and fear,) but she shrugged it off for now and continued her trek home.

Ponyville market was as pleasant as always, ponies walking about all over, always with a kind word or a friendly wave. Including her, of course, so when Applejack waved her over, she dutifully made her way to the Sweet Apple Acres stall to see what her friend wanted.

"G'morning Twi. Lookin' fer a late breakfast?" Applejack asked.

"No, just headed home. Fluttershy stuffed me with haybacon and pancakes already; I couldn't eat another bite." Twilight explained.

"Oh yeaaaaah." Applejack nodded, her smile stretching into a leer, "So how was she, Sugarcube?"

"A Princess doesn't kiss and tell." Twilight snobbed with a blush, then lowered her muzzle, "But, off-the-record... She has inspired me to re-open my studies of pony sexuality as insufficiently researched."

"Snrk!" Applejack only barely held off from cackling, snorting and snickering into the countertop for a full minute before she managed to look back up at Twilight's amused face. "Must've been some... experimentin' y'all were doin."

"Let's just say haybacon wasn't the only thing she stuffed me with."

"..." Applejack gaped, "Really?"

"Mhm. I have a feeling I've only brushed the limits of what her puppeteering ability is capable of." Twilight dreamily commented, then favored Applejack with a sly look, taking a page out of Fluttershy's new book, "I know she expanded my horizons... among other things."

A passing pony could be pardoned for confusing Applejack's face and her product for the next few seconds.

Applejack buried her face in the countertop.

"Sweet Celestia it's contagious."

Twilight just giggled at her until Applejack pulled her face out of the wood and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up Sugarcube. Go on."

"Sorry AJ. I just feel so good this morning and it was just too easy! But speaking of Fluttershy... have you given it any serious thought?"

"Aw. Not just yet. Ahm procrastinatin', truth be told. Not sure if I'm up for th' inevitable sex shenanigans."

"Fair enough, I guess. But I know at least Fluttershy and I would love to have you." Twilight paused, smirked, opened her mouth-

"Why yes ah DO know what you mean." Applejack glared at her, stopping the lewd aside in its tracks, "So, you're goin' through with it?"

"Not right away. I'd like to study it a bit more first, talk to the Princess about it... make sure it's okay..." Twilight mumbled, then perked back up, "But I think I'm definitely going to. Even besides the actual sex, it was... very nice, waking up next to Fluttershy. Well, the inactive body anyway. But I didn't realize that until the other her came upstairs with breakfast."

"Sounds a mite confusing." Applejack opined.

"For everypony else, maybe. I think it'll be really convenient to leave a body at home while I'm away. I would have access to my entire library whenever I wanted it!" Twilight squee'd, "Instead of just what books I can fit into my saddlebags."

"Huh. Y'mean I could be working on the farm at the same time we're all off on another adventure or special event?" Applejack asked, looking intrigued.

"Well, not exactly. Fluttershy thinks it's a matter of mental acuity; she can't run both bodies at once. She thinks I probably could handle being in two places at once, but the rest of you we're not so sure about... except possibly Pinkie." Twilight explained, "So you couldn't be working and running around with us at the same time... but you could lay down for a nap while we're waiting or sitting on the train and wake up the you at the farm to do a few chores."

"That's... quite an enticement. I wouldn't want to leave you girls all by yourselves all the time, but there's things on the farm Big Mac just can't handle, and it's always trouble when they crop up while I'm gone. It'd be real nice to be able to make check-ups whenever wherever. Ah still have nightmares about the sheep/pig land war. Over, of all things, a shady spot." AJ rolled her eyes.

"You'll have to tell me about it sometime. I really should get back to the castle though..." Twilight trailed off, looking perplexed.

"Hm? Somethin' wrong, Sugarcube?"

"No. Yes. I have that weird feeling you get when you know you were supposed to do something but forgot what it is and it's just hiding there on the tip of your tongue, taunting you." Twilight explained.

"Heh. I'm surprised that ever happens to you, miss Checklist." AJ poked fun at her, "Maybe you should ask Spike; if you don't know what's on yer schedule, he probably does."

"I'll do that. It's still going to drive me crazy on the way home though."

Applejack chuckled a bit, watching Twilight distractedly trot away before returning to scanning the market for customers. Most ponies who had day jobs were still at them, and it wasn't time for the lunch rush yet, so she didn't have much business, allowing her mind to wander. Naturally, right to the thing she'd been trying very hard not to wonder about; an image of her tied up in the barn, face to the floor and tail to the sky, a flash of rainbow coming through the window with a big, hard, juicy-

"Applejack?"

"WHOWHATSIt- Oh howdy Lily!" Applejack returned to reality, nervously shifting her eyes side to side as Lily looked at her curiously, trying not to shift... other parts of her anatomy. "What can I do ya- do for you?" Applejack corrected herself mid-sentence.

Lily just stared at Applejack almost sweating bullets. Somehow, the farmer thought this was going to be a long day.

~~~

"SPIIIIIKE! I'M HOME! SPIIIIKE? SPIIIIIIIIKE!" Twilight shouted, receiving no answer. "He'd better not still be sleeping. It's almost noon!" She grumbled, going up the stairs towards her room. Through the foyer, past the fifty meeting rooms that totally didn't open up to different settings half the time, through the Hall of ~~Justice~~Friendship, up another set of stairs, past the window looking out on a vista of unfamiliar stars and the occasional asteroid that looked suspiciously pony-made but obviously couldn't be because that'd be silly and finally around the corner towards the branch with her room, right past the-

Twilight peered at the base of the smaller bathroom's door. There was a bigger one on the ground floor she used with the girls... big enough she was actually thinking of opening it up as a public bathhouse... but this little one near her room was what she and Spike mostly used. It was also where Spike would be taking one of his infamous bubble baths, now fortunately on a different hot water supply from the rest of the town. Even if she still hadn't figured out where the water was stored or how it was collected; just one more annoying thing about this place. But for now, she was only concerned with... a quick tug, and a tuft of damp towel slid out from under the door. Twilight rolled her eyes, lighting her horn seriously. Feel the room, find the tub, cast a small spherical shield over the water, apply a little pegasus magic to get all the air out of it, expand a few inches, and-

"TWILIGHT DON'T-!"

Dispel the shield with a smirk. Stand smugly in the hallway until Spike decided it was safe to come up, ignoring the miniature thunderclap coming from inside the bathroom. Then listen.

"Do you have to do that every time?" Spike whined through the door, "Even if my ears don't burst, they ring for hours."

"When you fail to leave a note by the front door I do. I put the board up specifically so you could leave me messages if you were going to be out of contact when I came home! Do you know how worried I get when I expect you to be here and you don't answer me?" Twilight scolded. She heard Spike sigh through the door.

"Yes, Twilight. I'll leave a note next time, I promise. Do I have to get out?"

"No, you can go ahead and finish your bath. But if this happens again, I'm going to make you Pinkie Promise, understood?"

"D-d-do you really have to go that far?" Spike asked, the door wiggling against its frame from his shivers at the thought.

"This is the fifth time, Spike. As I fail to affect your behavior with gentler means, harsher measures are required."

"But, Pinkie? Really?"

"Well I already figured out I can't take your gems away without you mooching from Rarity, so yes, Pinkie is my weapon of choice."

The door jiggled again, and she heard a splash as Spike presumably ran in fear of the thought. Twilight smiled, hoping that fear would be all the force necessary for Spike to keep her posted.

"Oh!" There was another splash, and the sound of scaled feet padding back to the door, "You've got a letter from Celestia in your inbox. It's not marked urgent."

"It must be that incomplete report Fluttershy sent. Why'd you ever send that, anyway? You know my reports are a lot thicker than just one scroll before they're done."

"Oh look at my wrist! I'd better get back in the water before I catch a cold! Achoo! Oh no, it's started already!" There was another splash, and Twilight was sure Spike was back under the water where he couldn't hear her call.

Twilight gave the door a flat look and debated for a moment creating another thunderclap over the tub... the only way she could get him to answer when he was under the water... to call him over actually saying 'achoo' instead of faking a sneeze. But she decided to give him a break after threatening him with Pinkie Pie. He was probably just worried she'd be mad over the incomplete report sending. With a shrug, she trotted down the hallway to her office.

The door opened to the gentle glow of her horn, and she dove onto her heavily duct-taped beanbag chair next to the low writing desk, levitating the letter up and unrolling it while she collected the regular mail from the box next to the door and floated it over. A quick sort... junkmail, official government postage, fanmail, and what she liked to call air-mail, as those who sent it were full of nothing but... it all went to its respective place. The air-mail and the junkmail to file 13, her shredder bucket. It shred anything she put in it, leaving only unreadable scraps. If only it didn't disappear every time Rainbow brought Tank over. She shrugged at the thought; like the super-comfy beanbag chair, it had come with the castle. She even had an official fancy proper office with a straight-backed chair and desk and diplomas on the wall downstairs, but this one was where she did most of her paperwork when she wasn't in the castle library. Because comfy.

Finished sorting the mail, she unrolled Celestia's scroll, setting her returned report off to the side for the moment and idly summoning the rest of her Dryad research next to it; she'd make an attempt at a first draft to organize her thoughts after reading Celestia's commentary.

Dearest Princess Twilight,

The research you sent me was very, very interesting. And stimulating. I realize this was sent by mistake, as it's not up to your usual quality, but it is nice to see the raw material; it gives me a sense of your thoughts as you gathered the information. I rather enjoyed reading them. After all, it's not just what the researcher learns about the world, but what they learn about themselves that matters. Still, I suppose I shouldn't ramble. I'd love to see more of your raw notes as you continue to research this fascinating new race, especially if they're as stimulating as the last batch, but if you aren't comfortable sending them, I'll understand.

Also, as to Fluttershy's offer; when you believe nothing sinister lurks in her memories or magic, if you're sure it's what you really want... go for it!

Love,
Celestia.

P.S. This is Luna, using that trick you showed us! WeI just wanted you to know I have created a copy of your report and had it framed for my room. I'll be thinking of you! Tata~!

Twilight frowned. What could be so fascinating about her report that Luna had framed it? And Celestia described it as 'stimulating?' What exactly had she put into it? She set the letter down, unrolling her last set of notes instead. Let's see, notes on Fluttershy's tree form, samples taken and their effects, the fruit's effect on Rainbow, um. She'd gotten a bit too descriptive regarding Rainbow's seeding and subsequent transformation. That was probably what they meant. Ooh! She'd even noted her thoughts on the taste of the... hrm, what to call it? Transformative Arboreal Catalyst? That'd do for now. She'd noted her thoughts on the flavor in the moment, though she'd been a bit vulgar in her opinion of its taste. It grew a bit jumbled after that but managed to focus on Rainbow's planting. The next bit was scribbles, presumably when the TAC had completely muddled her senses with lust.

It cleared up again when she started to examine Fluttershy, giving precise measurements and thoughts on structures and the limits and abilities of Dryad Puppet bodies. She had been letting her horn transfer her thoughts straight to paper, so she found the question 'what's that smell?' just before it got...

Twilight's wings rose as her pupils shrunk. Celestia. Had read. THIS!? Her eyes flicked over the last part of the page, taking in notes and figures and descriptions. Everything was there. Everything she would've taken notes on were she in her right mind. The quill had continued to record her thoughts. It was all there. But the grammar was horrendous because every line included at lest one "FUCK!" or "IT'S SO GOOD!" or "KEEP FUCKING ME FOREVER FLUTTERSHY!" as well as at least one instance where her mind went completely off the rails.

It went a little something like this: "OH NO YOU DON'T FUCKING TEASE ME BITCH I WILL SUMMON AN ILLITHID TO EAT YOUR FUCKING BRAIN AND REPLACE IT WITH A NEW ONE THAT DESIRES NOTHING BUT TO CUM IN ME FOREVER UNTIL I SWELL UP LIKE A BALLOON AND HAVE YOUR FREAKY HALF-PLANT HALF-PONY BABIES OKAY THAT'S PRETTY MEAN BUT I'LL AT LEAST INVENT A THING TO PREVENT YOU FROM FEELING PLEASURE EVER AGAIN UNLESS- oh wait, I have telekinesis, don't I? FUCKING FINALLY! YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!"

Twilight remained frozen for several minutes, wings extended, staining her bean-bag as she read the report several times over, imagining Luna in her room reading it while she- hrm, how would Luna masturbate anyway? Or would she just call a guard? Twilight pondered that for a minute, then looked back at Celestia's letter, blushing. Celestia had said... she enjoyed reading it. And wouldn't mind getting another. Gulping, Twilight put the scroll aside, setting that nervouciting idea aside with it. For now, she had to deal with another little problem. Fluttershy taking up pranking, especially in a way that pushed her toward her illicit desires... well, it was a bit worrying, but Twilight would be glad if it was just Fluttershy's new sexual confidence pushing her out off her shell a little. She could be forgiven. There was another, however, who couldn't be forgiven, as he'd definitely, knowingly, sent that letter.

"SPIIIIIIIIKE!"

The yell echoed down the castle corridor, through the short hall and past the bathroom... standing open, bubble bath still full, hastily abandoned mid-soak at least a good quarter-hour ago.

~~~

"Spikey-wikey? What are you doing here today? And why are you all wet and sudsy?"

"Um, I just couldn't resist the urge to see your beautiful face any longer!" Spike deflected, "And I walked by where somepony was washing their house on the way by and there was an accident. I'll go rinse off with the hose before I come in?"

"Certainly, Spikey, you're always welcome, especially if your feet are clean." Rarity smiled, "Just come in when you're done, the door's unlocked."

Spike waited until the door was closed, sighing in relief as he walked to the garden hose.

"Give her a few hours and she'll be calm enough that I won't face the Wrath of Pie for my sins." He nodded to himself.

~~~

"Thinks he's gotten away, does he?" Twilight muttered, pulling the plug on the bath, "Avoid my lecture, will he? Once Dash wakes up, I'm going to make her build a Rarity lookalike and we're going to see how he likes being on the receiving end of a good prank! And make him scrub all the soap stains out of the bathroom too!"

A grumbly five minutes later, she left behind a relatively clean bathroom and got back to her notes. For the next hour, there were few sounds other than the scritch-scritch of a quill and the rustle of paper, the first draft of a preliminary report on the Dryad species coming together swimmingly.

"Patient Zero informs me that all Dryad fruit contain powerful aphrodisiacs as well as a unique magical effect. The subject's peaches, for example, facilitate and enhance anal intercourse. I haven't been able to study the effect medically yet, but at this time I hypothesize that they cause a minor alteration to the nerves located in that area and increase the production of natural lubrication. Hrm. Note: check if they, erm, have a cleansing effect on the area. The second subject produces Zap Apples; as magical fruit from the Everfree to start with, this researcher is eager to discover what effect..." Twilight trailed off in her dictation to herself, frowning. There it was again! That thing she forgot and kept almost remembering! She forgot to ask Spike about it before his escape, and she didn't even have a checklist for today! She quickly summoned her monthly schedule... no, no major events today, just the note from... two days before? That she would be studying Dryad's for the foreseeable future. There was a meeting with Mayor Mare tomorrow to discuss Fluttershy and what that meant, but nothing today. Twilight looked back to her incomplete draft, staring at it uncomprehendingly for several minutes, her mind twisting and turning, trying to-

"Oh horseapples! Applejack!"

~~~

Applejack stared at the door of her bedroom in consternation. Somepony, it seemed, was in her room. Moreover, from the muffled moans and low, husky, feminine voice coming from within, they were in there fucking! After she stood at the market stall all day doing her darndest not to think of sex and failing more often than not, somepony getting nookie in her room when she wasn't... it was the last straw! She lifted a hoof, ready to kick the door in and demand what in tarnation they thought they were doing in her room... but paused, ears twitching, as she heard the front door of the house slam open. Granny snorted in her napping rocker downstairs as whoever it was halted a gallop and tiphoofed up the stairs. Applejack turned her eyes to her guest, coming into view; Twilight, panting like she'd just run all the way from Ponyville, which she maybe had.

"Applejack... you didn't..." Twilight's panting question trailed off, looking at the door to her room with worry. Before Applejack could respond, Twilight's horn lit and the door swung open.

They both gaped at what they found inside. Cheerilee was upside down, head lolling off the side of the bed, eyes unseeing, mouth plugged with a perforated rubber ball, two red large hooves holding her up by the belly and the fine silk rope deftly holding all four legs in place. One hoof was lifted higher, pressing a very thick dildo in and out of her pussy while a distinctly feminine red muzzle pulled its thick tongue out from between the cheeks of her ass so its owner could speak in a seductively husky voice.

"If'n yer gonna join us, I found enough rope in AJ's closet for all three of ya. If ya aint, this aint none 'o yer business, so git. But whichever it is, close th' door." Cheerilee squealed when that big tongue dug itself back into her ass, and the door slowly closed on its own.

"W... was that Big Mac?" AJ asked, dumbstruck.

"The cutie mark matched." Twilight gulped.

"And was he a...?"

"Yes, he appeared to be a she." Twilight gave AJ a shaky look, "I forgot to warn you; Dryad fruit does funny things, don't eat any until Rainbow tells us what hers does. Sorry. Wait, he found the rope in your room?"

"Never you mind that sugarcube." AJ rushed, eyes twitching from side to side, "Well, Dash owes me some new rope, I'll just have to collect it from her later. Was there anything else?"

"Erm. No, I think that was it. I'll just show myself out." Twilight awkwardly walked to the door, Applejack following her while hiding under her hat, only to split and head toward the barn once they were outside. Twilight pointedly ignored the trail AJ was leaving behind her on the way.

And then she saw the local Guard standing at the gate, presumably waiting for her.

"It's just going to be one of those days." Twilight sighed.

~~~

"Nopony knows~
The Trouble I've seen~
Nopony knows~
But Jesus~"*

"Shaddup!" The song was interrupted by the donkey in the next cell, "Lemme out 'o yer shtopid shong, pony."

"Sorry Jesus." Dash apologized, sighing as she lay down on the cot, bored again. It wasn't to be for long, however, as the door to the cell block clanged open, admitting one purple pony princess in the form of one of her best friends. Dash responded by burying her head under a pillow and groaning.

"Don't worry sirs, with that reaction, I'm pretty sure these are the real thing. So, I've heard the Guard's explanation, is there anything you'd like to say for yourselves? Dash? Fluttershy?"

Dash groaned again but sat up, abandoning her anti-lecture shield and glancing at the other cell... containing one Fluttershy with the same general leafiness as her own current body, dead on its cot, and one Flutterbat hiding sheepishly behind her mane.

"It's kind of a funny story, aheh." Dash started, rubbing the back of her head with a hoof.

Author's Note

*Pronounced "Hay-Suess" - For the uninitiated, this is a common name in Mexico and I work with two different guys with said name. In case you didn't get it, this is the donkey's name. But yes, the semi-pun off the old prison song was intentional.

Sorry no clop. Just figured I should put something out, as long as it's been. Next chapter... it'll be done when it's done. And then you'll find out what, exactly, Dash's Zap Apples did to Big Mac and Cheerilee and how Dash and Fluttershy landed in jail.