Unleash the Magic - Midnight Rising

Whelp, good Tuesday evening, everyone. Now that it’s two days later, and I’ve gotten more rest along with Rainbow and AJ cured of their extra-dimensional foreign magic infection, it’s time for Middie to finish off Lemon Zest—figuratively speaking, of course.

Fertile Fields: Yeah, I don’t know about ‘cured’, filly. I still have a splitting headache after all that!

Daydream: Sorry, AJ. You’re suffering from what ponies call magical withdrawal. In terms of symptoms, it’s not that different from a bad hangover or moderate drug withdrawal. Not much you can do except wait it out and stay hydrated while taking the occasional painkiller pill. It should fade out slowly over the next few days or so. Has it gotten better for you yet, Rainbow?

Hyperdash: Ugh… a little, but I still have a headache. Even ran a fever last night, which is why I stayed home from school, and I haven’t been horny at all since. How am I supposed to keep all my new SolelySupporters fans happy when I can’t get it up on cue?

Crystal Queen: Even for as much as I now enjoy exhibitionism, I still can’t believe you want to do that, darling. I mean, stripping and stroking for what are likely to be mostly pimply-faced teens and overweight adults?

Hyperdash: Well, why not? I don’t mind folks thinking I’m awesome! It’s getting attention from a whole new set of adoring fans, and I really like it! And besides, given I get big boobs and a griffie-knotted horsecock with everyone watching, it’s not like anyone’s gonna believe it’s really me! If anyone asks, I’ll just claim innocence and say they’re copying my face with some kind of AI enhancement. And if they still don’t believe me? Then all I have to do is drop trou when I’m not horny to show that I don’t have a cock, and only A-cup boobs.

Fertile Fields: Uh… reckon that’ll attract you a whole different set of fans, filly. Didn’t get the chance to ask you earlier while you were out, so did your room décor go back to normal, at least?

Hyperdash: Yeah, I checked my closet, and it turns out that all my team pics and trophies are normal again, so I put them back in their usual places. Even the digital pics I took of them reverted to what they actually look like, dammit.

Sugar High: AW! But those pics and trophies were so cool! And I loved all the erotic awards you got! My favorite was “Best Lay of The Little Lickers League!”

Fertile Fields: Probably shouldn’t be saying that out loud, Pinkie. And reckon you almost sound disappointed, Dash. What’s up with that?

Hyperdash: I don’t know. Memories of my alternate lives? Just like Sunset, I had more than a few of them flash through my head when she did that magical scan-and-purge on me. I half-remember being on those teams, and even some of the stuff I did for them. I thought I’d be aghast, but the thing was, all that underage sex you saw in those pics and trophies was perfectly normal for that world and version of me, and I took just as much pride in being good at it as I do winning sports competitions here. So I guess some of that stuff’s still floating around in my head? Not that I’m gonna go out and start doing any of it for real, mind you.

Fertile Fields: Yeah, I’m with you there, filly. I saw some wild and crazy stuff in my alternate lives, too, including one where all of us were goddesses like Daydream!

Daydream: Whoa. Then you saw one of the same alternate realities I did, AJ?

Fertile Fields: Can’t say if it’s the same one, but yeah, reckon I saw something that was just like you described. Can’t remember much about it, though, other than that we had the same names as the avatars we’re using here. So, uh, who’s next to get treated?

Fluttershine: Oh. Um, that would be me. I hope it won’t hurt.

Fertile Fields: Hurt? Nah. Just kinda exhausting, really. Left me feeling really run down, just like I did when the human Twi’s magic siphon drained us. So don’t be surprised if you need a long nap after. That’s also why I say wait until after school to get this done. If you do it in the morning, then you won’t be in any shape for classes.

Hyperdash: She isn’t wrong. I was pretty much sleepwalking through the entire school day Monday when Sunset treated me before class. Homework was especially hard because I couldn’t remember anything our teachers said. Worse, I kept whiffing on kicking the ball in soccer practice. And I know Trixie is never going to let me live it down.

Daydream: Yeah, that was a mistake in hindsight. Don’t worry, Fluttershy. You know I’ll take good care of you. And Rarity? You come by after class on Thursday, and then Pinkie Pie on Friday, so we can hopefully be recovered in time to have our long-delayed movie and gaming night on Saturday. That work, girls?

Crystal Queen: Though I cannot say I’m looking forward to it given the reports of the others, very well, darling. I will trust that it is for the best.

Sugar High: Okie Dokie Lokie! It’ll be Friday for me! I’ll be there or be square!

Daydream: Didn’t think you’d be so enthusiastic, Pinkie! In any event, these treatments don’t end with us. I’ll spend next week doing our teachers and Principals to make sure there’s no remaining trace of foreign magic in them, either. Oh, and AJ? Even if he doesn’t remember anything, it would probably be best to get Big Macintosh treated, too.

Fertile Fields: Reckon you’re right. I’ll find an excuse to drag him here next week. But “Doing them?” What, you planning to have sex with Ms. Cheerilee again? Not that I’d blame you!

Daydream: Not like THAT! I mean, it’s not that I wouldn’t in the case of Ms. Cheerilee, but if you girls are any indication, she won’t be in any shape for it after, so… yeah.

Hyperdash: Yeah, that’s what sucks about this whole process, Sunset. After being so horny for so long, it’s weird not having that anymore. I mean, yeah, it made for some awkward moments, but right now I can’t even get hard when I want to. Kinda miss it, you know? Here’s hoping whatever happens to Zesty fixes it.

Daydream: Can’t guarantee that. What I can guarantee is that since there’s plenty more wild and crazy times ahead in the story, starting with Zesty, you’ll hopefully recover in time to enjoy most of them. I promise the magical exhaustion effects will pass—they did with me! So, ready to resume the story, girls?

Fertile Fields: You better believe it! Been waiting for this since Sunday night! So let’s hear it! Just how in the hay did Middie get out of Zesty’s honey trap? And why don’t any of us but you remember so much as a single lick of it?

Daydream: Honey trap? Well, I guess that’s one term for it. The short answer is: She didn’t, and then she did. And before you ask me what in the hay I mean, just read on, AJ. I promise everyone will understand later.

* * * * *

Of all the twists I thought this story might take, seeing Midnight have the tables turned on her by the worst of her Shadowbolt classmates was pretty low on the list.

I mean, given all her gratuitous displays of magic and massive strength of aura which proved capable of everything from turning Cinch to stone all the way up to opening interdimensional rifts, corrupting the whole Gryphon Kingdom capital city as well as two entire dragon clans through them, I had thought Midnight was untouchable by anything short of alicorn-level power.

And with apologies to the Pony Princesses, I don’t mean the current crop of alicorns. I mean that you’d have to go back to the god-like ones of old who were said to have created the entire world of Tellus.

Then again, even that was dubious given not just the doubts that surrounded their potential existence, but the simple fact that opening interdimensional rifts as Midnight was doing required aura levels that were many orders of magnitude above even baseline alicorn power! I had fallen head over heels in love with her on that basis, as she seemed to be the ultimate magical avatar. An artificially created expression of seemingly limitless magical strength that was all my wildest fantasies made real.

As all-powerful as she was beautiful—or did I find her beautiful because she was all-powerful? As AJ would say, that’s a distinction without a difference—she was everything my younger self aspired to be and even my current self still desired deep down, even if only to bask in her presence and let her have her way with me.

But I knew from bitter experience by then that the old adage of ‘Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely’ is one that holds for both realms. I know exactly how I would have acted with that level of ability before—how utterly drunk on it I would have gotten, even being as familiar with powerful magics as I already was—and thus, I saw a reflection of my old self in her.

For even if her intentions weren’t ultimately evil like mine, she still shared many of my former self’s blind spots and shortcomings. Not the least of which was an unshakeable belief in her own infallibility that she was being rudely disabused of.

I just never in a million years thought that it would happen the way it did.

And yet, here she now was, having somehow fallen under Zesty’s mental thrall and about to be turned into the same sex-toy she’d reduced everyone else to. And Zesty not only knew it, but she was going to savor her sensual conquest of Midnight and ascension to all-powerful demigoddess in her place.

A conquest that was now well underway as she used Middie’s own magic to turn on all her previously dormant neurological pleasure pathways, which I hadn’t realized until then that the former Twilight had never actually experienced before.

“Ooooohh….” Midnight said again after Zesty promised to blow her mind along with her new cock, unable to stop enjoying it as her new organ began to visibly throb and drool under Zesty’s dangerously practiced efforts. “So good… so… gah!” she suddenly exclaimed, trying to reassert her will one final time.

“Hey, don’t fight it, Sparks! So good… and it only gets better!” Lemon Zest used her mental multitasking to pleasure Twilight’s new cock with her mouth while her hands focused their attention on Midnight’s exposed slit and clit, plunging two and then three fingers into the former while rubbing the nub with the latter.

“Ah!” The combined stimulation seemingly broke the former Twilight’s resistance for the final time as she abruptly jerked forward another foot or so towards Lemon Zest like she’d been tugged by a leash. It left her bare and now-furless slit only an inch away from her schoolmate’s new stallionhood, which was perfectly in line with her entrance as Zesty removed her fingers from the opening, leaving only a desperately winking and heavily drooling human marehood behind.

“No… can’t give in…” Midnight struggled desperately not to be pulled any closer, but true to form, Lemon Zest wasn’t having it.

“Sorry, Sparks, but you’re gonna give in if I have anything to say about it—and believe me, I’ve got plenty!” she proclaimed, making a show of licking the copious nectar off them.

“Mmm… smells and tastes just like ripe plums! Gotta say, Middie, you’re one juicy girl!” she announced as Midnight began to inch lower again on her classmate, drawn down by a tendril of aura that attached her opening to the end of Zesty’s new cock and pulled them inexorably closer. Worse, her magic was automatically responding to both Lemon Zest’s desires and her own, widening her entrance to receive it. “You really do want this!”

“I… I…” Midnight shook her head violently once only for a series of tendrils to erupt from her horn to begin stimulating every inch of her own body, with the larger ones encircling her breasts and nipples while smaller tendrils reached down to spread her lips wide.

“Wha? No! Stop!” she ordered only for her disobedient aura to ignore her yet again as it repeatedly stimulated her clit and tits, the former by teasing and flicking it with a tendril, causing her sex to repeatedly contract and spray, while the latter had ropes of additional aura pass repeatedly over her rhythmically squeezed boobs.

They started from the lower middle of their mass before rolling up over them diagonally towards the top and outside, tweaking her enormously engorged and sensitive teats as they passed and hefted the entire mass of her breasts for a moment before releasing them again, causing her entire body to twitch and writhe!

Hyperdash: Oh, man. I’m sorry for Middie, but I love it when that motion is done to me! I don’t know why it works, it just does. At least when it’s done right. And Middie did it to herself?

Sugar High: Yep! And I bet I know why! That was what broke the Mother Superior’s will to remain chaste and pure in Coital Convent as much as the tentacles claiming her tail! It forced her to orgasm and allowed the Demon Lord to corrupt her! So Middie must have seen it when Zesty forced her to watch it! And then got turned on by it in spite of herself!

Fertile Fields: Heh. I remember that scene! Tentacles aren’t really my thing, but yeah, I enjoy having my tits tweaked. Only Rainbow does it right for me, though.

Hyperdash: Yeah, well, this is one time you can thank Gilda. I learned how on her!

Sugar High: Huh? How? I mean, her human version is so flat-chested! She’s like a total tomboy!

Hyperdash: Didn’t stop her from having some seriously sensitive tits, Pinkie! And I knew exactly how to reduce her to putty just by touching them.

Crystal Queen: That motion works for me as well, darling, even though my nipples are innies. Perhaps you should try it again with your newly enhanced mammaries, Applejack?

Fertile Fields: Mammaries? I know you like speaking all fancy, Rares, but I’ll just call them ‘boobs’, thank you very much. And you know what? Maybe I will. I mean, if Rainbow likes it, that’s enough for me!

Fluttershine: And me. I love that motion. I do it on myself all the time. Even the stags have figured out that’s what I like. Oh, I can’t wait for next week when I introduce them to you, Sunset. They’ll love having another set of teats to tug and suckle on. Don’t be surprised if they’re extra interested in your ears, too. They love nibbling on mine.

Daydream: Hoo boy. I’m as nervous as I am excited over all that, filly. I mentioned before that ponies are big on earplay, and I think I’ve still got some of that inclination myself, so now I’ve got a massive boner from that as much as what’s happening to Middie.

Hyperdash: Yeah, do me a favor and get back to that, pronto. I really don’t want to hear about a herd of deer doing you two!

Fertile Fields: They’re elk, Sugarcube. And speak for yourself. ‘Cause I sure do!

Crystal Queen: Me too, darling. I expect a full report on this rutting rendezvous from you both! And spare no detail!

Sugar High: And me! AND ME!

Daydream: Okay, okay! You’ll hear all about it afterwards, I promise. Except for Rainbow. Still don’t know why you’re so down on deer, though.

Hyperdash: Watch some of my zombie flicks, and you’ll find out!

Though I assumed the tentacle attack was Zesty’s doing again, she looked surprised, then pleased. “Ha! That wasn’t me, Sparks, that was you! If you like it and want more of it, it means you finally get it! You finally feel it! And that means... you’re mine, Middie!” Lemon Zest proclaimed as a dazed and now only weakly defiant Midnight began to lower herself fully onto her final adversary’s throbbing phallus, ultimately unable to stop her body and magic from drawing it directly into her.

“Y-yours…” Midnight shuddered and shivered in both terror and rapture; I could see the mingled desire and revulsion in her eyes as she was not only penetrated but sexually pleasured for the first time in her life.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah!” Lemon Zest said again as the first few inches of her slipped inside Midnight with a slow, slick sound, arching her spine and throwing her head back to savor it. “Your reign as goddess was fun, but it’s now time for me to take over! I’m gonna make you my bitch, and once you climax and I steal all your power? I’m gonna take over both worlds and turn them into my playpen! Ain’t nobody gonna stop me then!”

Despite the intense pleasure still burning through my nethers thanks to Fluttershy eating me out, I felt an icy ball materialize in my stomach at the statement. Though I honestly wouldn’t have minded Midnight doing that, Lemon Zest—or whatever her goddess form turned out to be—would be a completely different magical beast. For her to take Midnight’s place would result in what I could only describe as a proverbial Bad End for both worlds, given how completely evil and immoral she was.

Fertile Fields: Uh… and Midnight wasn’t?

Daydream: Midnight was at worst amoral, not immoral, AJ. Yes, there’s a difference. She ultimately didn’t want to hurt anyone, just indulge in all the fantasies and experiences she never was able to before, and for all that, her ultimate objective wasn’t so much power as knowledge. But I can’t say the same for Zesty, and there’s no telling what would have happened if she got that level of godlike power. Thank Celestia—sorry, Principal, that’s actually an invocation to the Princess that ponies sometimes use in the same sense people say ‘thank God’ or ‘thank heavens’ here—that she ultimately didn’t.

Fertile Fields: I ain’t so sure about that, Sugarcube. I mean, if you had ascended to fight her instead of Midnight? Then I reckon you wouldn’t have held back like you did against Middie.

Sugar High: Yeah! As ponies say, you would’ve kicked her FLANK!

Hyperdash: I’m with Pinkie! You knew Middie wasn’t evil and didn’t want to hurt her, so you pulled your punches like I do when I’m bouncing drunken guys groping girls out of the local dive bar—it’s a paying job and just an occasional weekend gig, Principal and Vice-Principal, I swear! But if you were faced with Zesty? Yeah, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have held back.

Daydream: Well. I’m certainly flattered that you all think I could have taken her, but there’s no guarantee I would have been able to ascend in that instance, given Zesty would have read Middie’s mind and known I was planning something. And ultimately, she wouldn’t have held back in battle either. *Maybe* I could have still taken her down as Daydream, but the damage to the area and interdimensional boundaries would have been immense. A no-holds barred battle between two magical demigods at that level could have endangered everyone and ripped the realms themselves asunder.

Crystal Queen: I think we are all immensely grateful it did not come to that, darling. But the question remains: how did Midnight break free of that horrid girl’s mental grip? I’m certain she wasn’t released from it out of the goodness of Zesty’s black heart.

Fluttershine: Oh. Um. I don’t think she was evil. Just not understanding what she was doing to people. She honestly thought she was helping them.

Fertile Fields: Sorry filly, but I gotta disagree. I know you want to see the best in everyone, and I love that about you, Flutters. But that girl’s a straight-up sociopath. And unless I see here and now that Midnight got out of this and punished her good, then headache or no, I’m still marching down to Crystal Prep tomorrow and giving that Lemon girl the what-for!

Hyperdash: And I’ll come with you! I don’t care how bad my magical withdrawal or whatever is, I’ll beat her up so bad for everything she did that she’ll be eating meals through a drink straw for a month!

Fluttershine: Oh, dear. That’s not very nice.

Fertile Fields: Yeah, well—aw, horseapples. I just got an email from Principal Celestia telling me to stay away from Crystal Prep and report to her office first thing tomorrow morning.

Hyperdash: And I got one from Vice-Principal Luna, dammit. Same deal. Looks like we’re both in trouble now.

Crystal Queen: Hmph! Serves you two ruffians right.

Daydream: Yeah, I don’t think I’m gonna defend you two on this one, especially given what I know happened to Zesty at the end. But Principal and vice-Principal? Could you please arrange some covert testosterone tests for us? It might explain some of our more aggressive attitudes and sex drive lately.

Fertile Fields: Uh… yeah, probably for the best at this point. I don’t usually go around knocking blocks off, Principal and Vice-Principal, I promise! Well, not counting those underground MMA bouts Rainbow and I occasionally take part in.

Daydream: Then I strongly suggest you two take out your aggressions in the ring instead of the schoolyard. Moving on before we say something we shouldn’t and get into even more trouble… And I just now got an email from V-P Luna. She promises that they’ll arrange testosterone tests in secret with Nurse Redheart. She also recommends that we get sperm count tests like we discussed before to make sure that we can’t get anyone pregnant. That’s fine, Vice-Principal, but I recommend them for you and your sister as well. You both have testicles while we don’t, after all, so it would seem to me that you two are in more danger of that than we are.

Sugar High: Oooo… you’re right! Careful, Principal and Vice-Principal! You don’t want to accidentally knock each other up! Or maybe you do! How cool would *that* be to carry each other’s child? I’m sure you’d both make GREAT fathers! And mothers!

Crystal Queen: DARLING!

Daydream: Uh… yeah, I think it’s best that I move onto safer territory, like Zesty screwing and then un-screwing Midnight.

Fertile Fields: Huh? Unscrewing? Uh, and just how in the hay do you ‘unscrew’ someone?

Daydream: Let’s just say that Midnight needed a little help. Including most notably from…

“I will stop you!”The High Priestess abruptly levitated the three newly hybrid Shadowbolt girls off her, setting them down gently. She then stood up and turned to face Lemon Zest and Midnight, her horn fiercely aglow as she began to approach with a lowered head and clenched fists.

“This has gone far enough! I first thought that Midnight Sparkle was just toying with you, but it is now clear that her mind and magic are corrupted, and her distress is real! I don’t know what you did to her, girl, but release her at once, or else!”Juniper Neptune commanded imperiously, to which Zesty just smirked as a half-fighting, half-surrendering Midnight lowered herself further onto the equine phallus that was already starting to leech power from her; I could see the flow of it into Zesty, which caused her breasts and organ to engorge further.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m a bit busy right now, so I'll be with you and the other girls in a minute, Ms. Bats-in-the-Belfry,” Lemon Zest dismissed her,

That only made Juniper Neptune’s slitted eyes narrow further as she neared the scene, flaring her wings in a rather intimidating dominance display to go along with her glowing Highborne eyes.

“This is your only warning, you vile and vicious young mare. You already know that she won’t hurt you. But be assured that I have no such scruples, girl,” she warned, to which the two stiffened Principals gave a worried glance at each other, suddenly looking like they were on the verge of standing up themselves from the couch they were on. “Let her go. Or I will make things very unpleasant for you, very quickly.”

“Yeah, and so will we!” Indigo shouted as she was slowly lowered to the ground and Sunny’s organ slipped out of her with a wet slurp. She then stood and smacked her fist into her palm hard before deliberately cracking her knuckles of first one hand, and then the other. “I don’t need magic to take you down, Zesty! You’re gonna pay for everything you did to her! And to all of us!”

“You said it, girlfriend!” Sunny Flare added from beside her, clenching her fists and lowering her head to present her new horn; I think she was stunned to hear herself refer to Indy that way judging by the surprised look they both exchanged. “Let her go, Zesty! Middie’s bad enough, but you would be a whole different level of suck!”

“And not in a good way!” Sour Sweet added as she pulled herself back up, her tongue cock retreating inside her mouth, leaving her able to talk again. “Yeah, I worked with you before to help molest the freshgirls, Zesty, before the High Priestess here taught me all about dick! But I’m not doing that any more, and I’m not about to let you gain that level of power! So back off, or I’ll let you have it with all six barrels!” she announced, standing tall and crossing her arms over her chest so her two dicknipples pointed right at Zesty along with her twin clitcocks, horn, and rapidly regrowing tonguecock.

And then they began glowing bright with her aura in a trick she’d either picked up by herself or observed from the griffon mages who had lost their staves, turning their phalluses into substitute casting tools.

But would that increase her power by giving her more casting surface, or simply dilute it? The odd question crossed my mind. I didn’t know, but I couldn’t help but wonder despite my own distractions, having never considered such a thing before. Could it have been the secret to gaining additional power was as simple as having more points of magical emission…?

But once again, Lemon Zest wasn’t concerned at all despite the dire threat—and for the record, given the previous lives of the High Priestess do involve their share of fighting and outright warfare, she wasn’t making idle threats.

“Yeah, fuck off, Junie. And don’t threaten me with a good time, Sour,” she said dismissively, commanding Midnight to deal with them. She did so none too gently under Zesty’s influence, giving the magical equivalent of a backhand slap that sent Juniper Neptune sprawling, unleashing a wave of aura in that direction that slammed her into the ground along with Sunny, Indy and Sour Sweet, sending them sliding through the manicured grass.

“I gave you a chance to give me what I wanted out of the goodness of your heart, Miss High-and-Mighty Batbitch, but since you wouldn’t? I’ll just take it from you now. Don’t worry, I’ll deal with you and the other girls you converted in a minute—after I’ve had my fun with Twily here and gained all her power! That sound good to you, girlfriend?” she asked Midnight impishly.

“But… I…” Twilight sounded completely bewildered as she watched herself sink onto Zesty’s organ all the way to the medial ridge. “But this can’t happen! This wasn’t the future I saw!” she protested through tears, to which I wanted to suddenly slap myself.

But a smacking sound came from Sour Sweet instead as she slowly pulled herself up off the ground. Her body had reverted fully from the magical backlash, losing her tongue and nipple cocks though she retained all her basic thestralcorn attributes. “Yeah, I could have told you that looking into that thing wouldn’t work, Sparkle!” she claimed while behind her, Indy and Sunny were trying to help each other up.

“What are you talking about?” Midnight managed, her slitted eyes locked downward on the sight of Zesty’s organ disappearing into her inch by illicit inch. What she could see of it over her own organ, that was, which Zesty was taking pains to stroke and squeeze, milking a steady stream of clear fluid out the tip that ran down her organ. “N-no…” she pleaded again as she looked on the verge of orgasm for a moment, but either because she was trying not to cum or Lemon Zest was restraining her, she didn’t.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! And you’re supposed to be the smartest student in the state? Think about it!” Sour Sweet shouted at her. “At its core, that thing is quantum in nature! And just like so many quantum phenomena, by observing a potential future, you’re changing its outcome! So it’s useless as a predictive tool! Even aside from that, it can only show you exactly what you want it to! It can’t show you what you don’t know to look for! So if you have a preferred outcome, that’s what you automatically see! Not what’s really going to happen!”

Midnight didn’t speak. She didn’t have to as the stunned look on her face said it all. But it didn’t stop Sour Sweet from digging in her claws further. “So you finally get it, when it’s too late for all of us?That thing is just a seductive psychological trap, you stupid girl, and you fell right into it! For seeing the future, it’s about as useful as a Magic 8-Ball!” she shouted, then her voice dropped an octave or two as she fell back to her knees, trembling as she tried to shake off the magical strike. “Not that I have one of those in my house or anything…”

Midnight’s jaw fell open further as she wasn’t quite sex-addled enough yet to not realize that Sour Sweet was right. “Then the truth is… that I’m an idiot?” She suddenly looked like the straight-A student who was stunned to realize she’d gotten a critical test problem wrong by making an easily avoidable mistake at the start, throwing all her calculations off wildly. A mistake that was now compounded several times over, resulting in her current predicament.

Lemon Zest was less than helpful. “Hey, you said it yourself, Sparks! She’s right, after all—even I could have told you that! I do pay attention in class, you know, writing notes with one hand even as I’m groping the girls beside me with the other! Couldn’t have pulled this off if you had any idea of what I was really planning, after all,” she said almost lazily, knowing she was in complete control of the situation. “Oh, hey! Here’s another idea! How about you…”

Once again, whatever instructions she had were fed to Twilight mentally, whose eyes went wide as her new stallion organ was suddenly pulled back by her aura against her chest, snuggling right up between her boobs. Though a thin stripe of it remained visible at first, it disappeared as her aura then drew her hands directly to her breasts and caused them to not only push inward but making a rolling motion against her own organ, whose head was staring her in the face.

Sugar High: YAY! Auto-paizuri! Something else right out of Coital Convent! Gotta give this to Zesty—she knows her hentai well!

Hyperdash: Please tell me you’re not siding with her, Pinkie!

Sugar High: Huh? Of course not! But somebody who loves good anime porn as much as I do can’t be all bad!

Fertile Fields: Uh… I think this whole episode is proving that she can, filly! I’m sorry, Fluttershy, but I don’t see anything redeeming about Lemon Zest at all!

Crystal Queen: Nor I! Such a smug and disgusting girl! And I thought Sunny Flare and Fleur de Lis were snooty? This abhorrent creature is above all of them! Or rather, beneath!

Sugar High: Sorry, girls, but Flutters is right and you’re wrong! Tell them, Sunny-D!

Daydream: I won’t tell them. I’ll show them. Just keep reading, gang. And Fluttershy? Don’t let them get you down, okay? I don’t know if you remember, but you’re going to shine later.

Fluttershine: I think I do, actually. And don’t worry, Sunset. Just like you, I’m going to let the events speak for me.

Lemon Zest watched in satisfaction as Midnight self-pleasured, doubly so when the defrocked goddess shortly found her head bending over and her mouth pulled down by her own magic on top of her new organ, which helpfully grew another few inches to allow her to do so easily.

“Mmmmm….” She hummed happily as she was made to suck her own cock along with giving herself a boob job, weakening her will further. “I didn’t realize tit and blow jobs could feel so good! Why did I fight this for so—” her question was lost as she abruptly settled further onto Zesty’s stallionhood. The medial ring she’d been stuck on suddenly slipped inside her with a sharp slurp that caused Midnight to cry out and nearly orgasm again, only barely preventing it with what few shreds of her will remain.

“So long? Because you didn’t get what this was all about, girlfriend! But now you do. This is who you were meant to be! This is what you were meant to do! And you know what? I think I’m gonna addict you to this, above everything else. Boob jobs for everyone!” she announced to her classmates, who didn’t say anything out of what I assume was fear of Zesty turning her attention on them once she had Midnight’s power. “But I get first dibs!”

“Wow. You’re as inconsiderate as ever, Lemon Zest.“ For the first time in what seemed like an hour, I heard Sugarcoat’s voice. Turning to my left, I saw that she and the zebra Zecora seemed to have clear throats as the ethereal horse had paused in its efforts, perhaps because Midnight’s magic was no longer fueling it. “If you’re going to fuck a girl for the first time, you should at least have the courtesy to use protection, you know.”

“Huh? A condom? And why would I even need one, Miss Tell-It-Like-It-Is? I mean it’s not like I have balls!” Zesty snickered. “Or actually…” She grinned and nodded up at Midnight, whose eyes went wide as her magic then imparted to her hated schoolmate an impressive pair of clean-shaven grapefruit-sized testicles, which grew in above her new cock instead of below it.

“Oops. Now I do!” She grinned. “Thanks, Sparks. You know what I like! You even gave them to me Kangaroo-style with the balls above the sheath so as not to keep my slit covered! So now maybe I’ll even be able to impregnate you! Ready to be a mother, Middie?” she suggested with an evil grin and wink as Midnight could only cry softly even as she continued to suck her own still-lengthening shaft, pillowing and stroking it between her breasts while now only barely having to bend over to do so.

But Lemon Zest clearly wasn’t concerned in the least about potentially knocking the former Twilight up. “Oh, yeah…” she sighed happily as she simply lounged back and watched as a squirming, helpless Midnight tried again at least briefly to pull away, But even her own probability-altering magic was turned against her now, meaning that every attempt at escape including the frantic flapping of her raven wings only ended up working her deeper, sinking a full two-thirds of Zesty’s length into her.

“Gotta say, I always wondered what guys felt when they got inside a girl! I’m not disappointed! And now you know what it is to have a guy inside you! Still can’t believe you had that little problem… Well, you sure as hell don’t now!” Lemon Zest said gleefully as Midnight didn’t reply with her mouth still full.

“Or actually… you know what, Sparks? Turn around slowly and face your audience! I want them to see your face as I fuck you senseless and take all your power for myself!”

Midnight obediently rotated herself in midair even as Zesty’s new stallionhood remained firmly embedded in her slit, causing her own hanging phallus to twitch and spurt repeatedly as its movement lagged her body. It came around in a wide arc that dribbled and flung droplets everywhere, only stopping when it was pointed outward into the Courtyard towards the High Priestess, who had been knocked senseless and was only barely starting to stir.

But Lemon Zest wasn’t paying her any attention, knowing she was down for the count. “Now there’s my favorite butt!” Zesty proclaimed as her hands went to them and began kneading her fleshy cheeks, earning a strangled sound from Midnight as her own magic kept her from interfering or pulling away to the point that it cuffed both her hands behind her back, letting Zesty grope her cheeks to her heart’s content.

“So soft and squishy. Just like I love! You know what? Your plum-colored bum was so popular with all the students that I’m gonna let the entire school have you now! Once I’m done with you, that is. Or on second thought, why wait? Hey, Sparks! Tap that multiversal cheat code over there,” she directed, motioning with her head towards the naked singularity which was still hanging placidly in the air.

There was always at least a slight flow of air and matter into it, and even a pleasant cooling effect as it slowly leeched the heat of your body right off you. “Use your limb projection power to draw on the first twenty or so realms where you’re being felt up and fondled by the entire student body in midair! And enjoying it! Let’s let all the other versions of Crystal Prep out there have you, too!”

“What?” Midnight shouted around the mouthful of her own stallionhood as her aura automatically obeyed, sending a thin beam of magic into the center of the singularity, though it got bent noticeably by the passage like a beam of light refracting through a glass of water. And no sooner did she do so then her horn flared again to create a series of mostly hand-like constructs against her body.

Some were large male hands, others were more petite female ones, but each of them locked onto a breast or butt cheek, squeezing and tweaking or spreading and lifting. Still others found each of her orifices to fill her slit or sphincter with multiple fingers even around Zesty’s cock, stimulating her further.

And as I looked closer, I realized that some of the probing digits weren’t fingers at all, but what looked like paws or talons from what I can only imagine were alternate realms where her schoolmates were either dragons or avians or some kind of anthro variant of us.

Fertile Fields: That so? Reckon the school’s furry club would wanna visit that reality!

Crystal Queen: And they can have it, thank you very much. Anthro animals? The idea of it alone makes me shudder!

Fluttershine: Um, you and Pinkie liked the dragon girls when they got boobs, Rarity. Weren’t they kind of ‘furry’, too?

Sugar High: Oooo… she’s gotcha there, Rares!

Crystal Queen: Well, I suppose in a manner of speaking. But I certainly don’t see them that way since they were all walking upright to begin with!

Hyperdash: Ha! Hypocrite. You’d never see me go for anything furry!

Sugar High: Oh, yeah? You’re gonna eat those words when all is said and done, Rainbow!

Daydream: Dammit, Pinkie! Spoilers!

Sugar High: Whoops! Sorry. Still, I can’t wait!

Hyperdash: And just what the heck are you two talking about? I can’t think of anyone I’d want to see anthro!

Sugar High: Hehehheheheh…

Hyperdash: What, Pinkie? WHAT???

Sugar High: Sorry, Dashie, but no spoilers! Here, have this pic of me laughing instead!

Hyperdash: Urk! You naked and erect with flat hair and an evil gleam… bad girl fetish triggered! Whoawhoawhoa! I’m finally getting hard again!

Crystal Queen: My word, Pinkie! You look so… different like that! I do believe I would ‘tap that’, as I have heard it termed. Or let you ‘tap’ me!

Fertile Fields: Me too! Whoa nellie, girl, that’s some serious allure! Reckon I needed that to get hard again. Thanks, Pinkie!

Sugar High: No problem! And now that we’re all properly primed, on with the show, Sunny-D!

Daydream: You know, you’re the only one I can’t get mad at when you call me that, Pinkie—especially when you send us pin-up material like this! So here we go…

Regardless of whether the alternate realities she was drawing the projected limbs were from human or not, they had the desired effect as they felt her up from head to toe in front of everyone, making her writhe and whimper, her cock finally slipping out of her mouth as a dozen ethereal hands and paws stroked it. “Oh, goddess… It was never like this before! This is so…”

“That’s right, Sparkle. That’s what sex is, and always remember that it was me who made you feel it! And now finally—finally! I can turn you into the super-slut I always wanted you to be.”

For a second time, Midnight’s slitted pupils reverted to normal at least briefly against the backdrop of her face as she yet again showed Twilight-style fear and turned teary-eyed. “No…” Her previously commanding voice had turned very small and frightened as she found herself for the first time caught under a spell that she was not the master of, and once more at the sensual mercy of her least favorite classmate.

“Yes!” Lemon Zest proclaimed again. “It’s been fun, but it’s time to end this! Now come for Zesty, Sparks! And give up all your power to me!”

But then suddenly, a tall shadow loomed over her that resolved into the form of Principal Celestia, staring down at the pair over crossed arms and a very erect cock.

“Let her go, Lemon Zest. Now.” My mentor’s human counterpart said in a very quiet but stern voice, and I knew from my time as the Princess’s student that when she took that tone with me or anyone else, watch out. “Miss Sparkle there struck us as ultimately benign, needing only to get all this out of her system. But you do not.”

“She speaks for both of us!” Vice-Principal Luna then stood beside her, somehow seeming to blot out the sun as the surroundings turned darker in marked contrast to Celly’s surroundings turning brighter. “Neither of you are our students, but we cannot allow this to continue. Cease and desist, girl, or face our wrath!”

“Wrath? Seriously?” Lemon Zest said derisively. “Yeah, I think I’ll treat that with all the respect it deserves. Nice bods, though! You two along with Dean Cadance would make an excellent set of super-sluts for my new harem.”

“We will do no such thing. Last chance, Lemon Zest,” Celestia said as behind her, Sour Sweet, Indigo and Sunny Flare were helping the stunned High Priestess to her pony hooves—being smacked by so much magic had disrupted her transformation spell and reverted her into being a thestralcorn. “Do not make us act against you, for we cannot control the consequences.”

“Consequences? What consequences?” Zesty asked, looking back and forth between them in disbelief. “Detention? Or maybe suspension? Like that means anything to me now! Aw, fuck it. You two aren’t even worth dealing with. So enjoy your front-row seats while I make her cum!”

“No…” Midnight was starting to cry.

Principal Celestia simply closed her eyes in resignation even as her sister’s eyes turned fiery. “As you wish, Lemon Zest. On your head be it if we lose control. Sister?”

“Know that you asked for this, girl,” Luna replied, and then as one, they grasped hands. “And we apologize, Midnight Sparkle, for any harm this does you.”

She had no sooner said that than the two began singing in some ancient tongue that sounded at least vaguely Middle Eastern, causing the air in their vicinity to shimmer and warp with an unknown power not even I recognized. Then the immediate area around them exploded into a massive maelstrom of wind and energy, turning quickly into a tornado-like vortex of equal parts melody and fury.

One that sucked air and energy right out of the center, ripping at their lungs while also leeching Midnight’s power away before Zesty could claim it!

Hyperdash: They’re doing… what? How? Why? I have so many questions!

Fertile Fields: Yeah, like how come we don’t remember any of this?

Daydream: Sorry to be a broken record, girls, but just… keep… reading!

“What the fuck is this?” Zesty shouted over the wind as suddenly, all her mental efforts were directed to using Twilight’s power as a shield against the unexpected assault, which seemed not so much magical as musical, disrupting the former with the latter. “Stop it! Sparkle! Do something!” she commanded, but this time, the sex-addled state that she’d left Midnight in worked against her.

“I… I…” mentally battered and bewildered, all Midnight could immediately do in response to the command was erect a shield that spattered and flickered against the arcane onslaught, whose source I still didn’t recognize—there was no equivalent I knew of for this in Equestria or any other Tellusian nation! It almost appeared to be a form of spellsinging, but the effects and source were completely different as it seemed to bend the very laws of physics and nature around them. “Can’t… focus…” she suddenly said.

“Ah, screw it! I’ll finish this myself… just as soon as I get your power in me! And that means I need to make you cream yourself here and now!” She sank her stallionhood into Twilight so deep that she hilted her with an audible gasp, her balls hitting the underside of her butt with a hard slap.

But the pair of Principals only raised their voices, their manes now whipping around them as they floated in the air with their very bodies glowing bright! “For the sake of our students and all our work over the past two millennia, we will not let you! Juniper Neptune the Thirtieth!”Luna suddenly shouted back, her eyes aglow and hair suddenly appearing almost starry! “Act now! We will protect and assist you!”

But despite being the most powerful magical creature present short of Midnight herself, she couldn’t. It was exactly because of that power that Juniper had taken Midnight’s magical attack the worst of all, lying on the ground on her side in her thestralcorn form and only weakly starting to stir.

“Come on, Coach Junie!” Indy told her as she knelt down to put Juniper Neptune’s foreleg around her powerful shoulders, trying to hoist her to her hooves. “We don’t like you, but you heard her! We need you to help take Zesty down!” She pointed a shaky finger at the scene.

“Yeah!” Sunny added, though she used her aura to help the High Priestess up, then magically summoned a water bottle from what I guess was her gym locker and began pouring it on the High Priestess’s face. “We don’t want her to win any more than you! So please, teach! Tell us what to do!”

“And hurry!” To my surprise, Sour Sweet projected a shield around them to ward off the sudden storm of magic flying off the clashing auras. “Even with whatever they’re doing, they’re only delaying her! Sparkle’s gonna cum in seconds! And then we’re all fucked, and not in a good way! We don’t have that much time!”

“Time…” The High Priestess repeated blankly as she remained wobbly, even with Indy and Sunny supporting her and water now dripping off her face. She looked and sounded more than a little punch-drunk at first, but then her woozy gold eyes lit up. “Time… time… time… time! That’s it! Open your minds to me, my new acolytes…” Beams of magic suddenly shot out to envelop their heads, causing their jaws to go slack as they were once again mentally force-fed some spellwork.

But this time, it only lasted a second or two. “Ow…” Sunny Flare said, rubbing her temples. “You can actually do that?”

“What is this… a savepoint spell?” Indigo asked nonsensically as her gaze went unfocused again.

“Who cares as long as it works?” Sour Sweet wanted to know, magically snagging Sunny’s bottle to splash water on her own face. “But can you do that outside of the temple, Junie? I thought your power was much lower away from it!”

“Not by myself,” Juniper Neptune admitted, standing on all fours to face Zesty and Midnight, who seemed to be in a magical standoff with the two Principals. “It will take all of us casting the spell in concert, and even then, we would require a massive mana boost. Celestia and Luna! I know not your nature or power in this world, but whatever aid you can render would be welcome!”

“You shall have it, High Priestess!” Luna replied around her singing as arcane energies crackled around her, forming a potent aura whose main effect seemed to be to restrain Midnight’s. “But we cannot hold her back for long! For the sake of both our worlds, you must act now!”

“As you wish, mighty and magnificent human Luna…” Juniper Neptune said almost wistfully, reminding me of the rumors that the High Priestess in fact had a crush on the pony version of Luna that had lasted through the ages and all thirty of her incarnations. But to her credit, she didn’t linger on it, clopping forward with her new human acolytes at her side.

“Sorry, Miss Zest, but your reign ends before it begins. Because after a millennium and a half of studying the Twisting Nether, I know tricks that Midnight Sparkle doesn’t!” she proclaimed as her horn ignited again, followed by the accompanying ignition of the new horns of all three Shadowbolt girls around her.

They looked surprised for a moment as their minds were once more linked, but it didn’t last as a series of magical energies coruscated between them. Yet again, their horns and eyes glowed bright, each speaking what sounded like a series of incantations in ancient Romarian tongues as the High Priestess mentally fed them additional orders.

“Right…” The only English word came from Indy as the three obeyed whatever instructions they’d been given. They somewhat awkwardly darted through the air and now-fitfully shifting gales to form a loose circle around Midnight and Lemon Zest, with the latter apparently only barely able to maintain her shield in the face of whatever the two Principals were doing.

While they did so, the High Priestess herself took position between Celestia and Luna, either to coordinate the spellcasting with them or perhaps be its nexus. She then looked up at the two Principals, who had been holding hands, but who now laid them directly on her head, visibly charging her to the point her horn and eyes glowed blindingly bright. “You have your instructions! Now as directed, my acolytes! Wait until she cums, then cast! For the fate of two entire realms now depends on us!”

“Right!” they shouted in unison as a circle of glowing runes suddenly appeared under each of them, tendrils of magic shortly connecting between them and forming a ring around Midnight and Zesty.

The latter remained stubbornly unimpressed, or maybe she just thought she’d already won given how close Middie was to climax, despite her shield starting to flicker harder. “Too late, goth girls! In just seconds, whatever you're doing won’t matter! Because unless I miss my guess, here… Middie… comes!” she announced as Midnight’s spine arched and she cried out in passion, her horn suddenly erupting along with her powerfully spurting stallionhood into a deluge of violet-hued multicolored magical sparkles whose fountain encompassed not just the school but the entire immediate neighborhood.

That in itself was cause for worry, given I knew from being a unicorn that those sparks could actually arouse and even enhance those they accidentally touched from far away, meaning the effects of this sensual insanity might soon involve everyone within a five-mile radius.

But even as her new violently twitching and pulsing male organ shot cum high into air that invariably found those inside the schoolyard or even rocketed off to find targets outside of it—one even struck Cinch’s statue, causing her to sprout her own stallionhood with a groan of grinding rock, which Maud immediately started to shower affection and kisses on—Midnight’s shield began to collapse due to an effect either she didn’t know about or Zesty didn’t know to restrain:

Namely, that a unicorn’s magic—or even an alicorn’s, for that matter—shuts off at the moment of orgasm. As to why, it’s an evolutionary effect that ponies developed to make sure that we don’t accidentally cast a spell we can’t control when we climax, zapping and potentially harming our partner.

But the High Priestess knew it, and thus also knew exactly when to strike, with all three casting their main spell at that moment when Midnight couldn’t defend against it. I can only assume that she’d also shared her plan with the two Principals when they touched her head, even though I didn’t sense any mental magic being passed between them. But what did that matter, given the unknown powers that our two Principals were wielding?

I barely had time to consider it as their song changed. A new, oddly ancient but hypnotic melody began to play as the flow of time itself began slowing down. As I watched in disbelief, Zesty and Midnight—along with everyone else—were moving in slower and slower motion as Midnight’s climax—and the transfer of power it initiated—slowly ground to a halt.

At first, I chalked it up to a little-known time dilation spell the High Priestess was performing in an attempt to buy a still-struggling Twilight some space to come up with a counter to Zesty’s mental stranglehold on her. Such spells had actually been invented by the ibex—yes, I learned a variant of it as a unicorn, before anyone asks—that could manipulate the flow of time, accelerating or even decelerating it in a small area for a short period.

That had uses for everything from picking locks that only opened at certain times of the day to turning a fifteen-minute lunch break into a two-hour tryst with a coworker behind your boss mare’s back, leaving nobody the wiser.

But even though it could slow the flow of time, it couldn’t stop it, only restrain it for a brief period over a limited area at most the size of a small room. And as the magical costs of it grew exponentially for increase in time drag, how long you were doing it or the size of the area affected, even an Alicorn couldn’t manage much more than that without quickly draining their power.

So, imagine my surprise as time not only slowed but ground to a total stop just as Midnight hit the peak of her orgasm and her fate was seemingly sealed. The visible rapture she felt shattered her remaining mental defenses and allowed her power to begin flowing into Zesty, turning her into a goddess in her place! No joke, girls, I saw the beginnings of bat wings and an alicorn horn beginning to grow on Lemon Zest as well as hints of what I could only describe as a new green-and-gold dominatrix outfit, but the process was halted halfway though.

And then it started to outright reverse, with the magic flowing back into Midnight along with all the cum back into her cock. Even the climactic shower of sparkles returned to her horn, leaving me an awestruck spectator to something I had always thought was impossible.

Hyperdash: Thank God—or maybe Celly and Lulu in this case. I really didn’t want to know what Zesty was about to turn into!

Sugar High: Oh, I know! Her goddess name would have been Limoncello! You know, after the liquor made from lemon rind that I sometimes put in my party punch?

Fertile Fields: And just how in tarnation do you come up with these names, filly?

Sugar High: I don’t know! They just kinda occur to me!

Crystal Queen: Never mind that, girls! Sunset? How is all this happening? And is this why we don’t remember? Because they literally rewound time, and thus we lost memory of this initial version of events?

Sugar High: Whoa! So Indy was right! They literally cast a savepoint spell! It’s Final Fantasy made real!

Fertile Fields: And reckon every other game with a save feature we’ve ever played. Which is pretty much all of them!

Daydream: You got it, Rarity. You girls don't remember it because in effect, it never happened. And as to the how…

Before everyone starts asking questions, I still don’t know what happened, or how I alone was left aware of it, somehow observing it from the outside. All I knew was that incredibly—and I emphasize again that as far as I knew, there was no amount of magical power that should have been able to reverse time, given that according to arcane theory the amount of aura involved would have to be effectively infinite—the events of the past three minutes were unwinding.

I swear that even the flow of matter into the singularity ran backwards, turning it from a black hole to a white one—which, as Sour Sweet had noted who knew how long before, was thought to be impossible by human physics and pony arcane theorists alike to exist except in the infinite past.

But that’s neither here nor there. Even though I was left aware of it, I couldn’t move or speak in that state other than in reverse of what I’d already done. It was incredibly strange and disconcerting, actually; I could sense that even my blood was running backwards in my body. As my head swung the other way in concert with what it had done before, I saw that the horns of the High Priestess and three Shadowbolt girls were hard aglow, with the latter apparently reinforcing the spellcasting of the former, adding their own newly gained power to the magical equation.

But through the distinctive thrum of multiple active auras, I also heard what sounded like backwards singing and even ancient musical instruments being played. The sound itself seemed sourceless as it suffused the very air around me, echoing through every corner of the plaza and even through the portals, even though I knew it had to be coming from our two Principals, who were now out of sight from me. The area outside of the walled-off plaza seemed strangely distorted, which I interpreted to be outside the megaspell’s area of effect, but everything within it I could see clearly—at least wherever my eyes were pointed.

As near as I could tell, the entire immediate neighborhood had been affected along with all our observers in the portal, which would have exponentially increased the affected areas, only adding to the impossibility of the feat. At the time, I assumed that everyone else was experiencing the same thing as the strange songs and spell undid everything that Zesty had wrought past the point that she’d first gotten her mental claws into Midnight.

But then the backwards flow of time began to once more reverse, first slowing and then stopping for a moment before moving forward again, at which point the now-forward playing song slowly ceased. I’d barely had time to register that fact before the strange hybrid spell released me and I was in control of my body again.

More to the point, so was Midnight. And this time, forewarned as to what was happening, she released a massive magical flare right at the point Zesty tried to take her over. It worked as she shattered the tainted mental link, restoring her mind and magic to her own control before she ever lost them.

Having tasted it once already, this time she defeated Zesty’s efforts with a massive eruption of magic designed to dispel whatever influence she was under; emitting a powerful raw magical blast that bowled everyone in the vicinity backwards, hard. It was so strong it even nearly sent me and Fluttershy tumbling right through the portal into Queen Molyneux’s throne room.

“Gah!” Midnight shouted, then picked Zesty up in her aura again, holding her safely away from her body and mind. “Nice try, girlfriend. But that’s not going to work on me more than once!”

“Once? Huh?” Lemon Zest looked uncharacteristically befuddled for a moment as she stared back at Midnight in shock. “How did you do that?”

“I didn’t,” she replied shortly, then turned to the High Priestess, who looked suddenly exhausted along with her three new acolytes; Indigo was hunched over with her hands on her thighs breathing heavily while Sour Sweet had collapsed to her knees and Sunny Flare was lying on the ground panting heavily. “It would seem that I owe you greatly, Juniper Neptune.”

“You are welcome, My Queen. I was hardly about to let that girl gain your power for herself, given what it would mean. But I cannot claim full credit. I learned such potent spacetime spellwork from intensive studies of the Twisting Nether, but in truth I didn’t have enough magic to cast it away from my Temple, where my power is far greater,” she admitted.

“In truth, it took all of us working together—me and my three new acolytes. And even then, we could not have done it without some surprising assistance.” She glanced over at the two now-seated Principals, who looked strangely satisfied. They had somehow retaken their seats when I wasn’t looking, once more intertwined with a dozen or more students as if they’d never left.

And then, to my surprise, she bowed low to them like they were two Princesses, not the Principals. Which brings up an interesting point, by the way: she clearly knew from the start that they weren’t the pony Princesses, but their human equivalents.

“You… owe us for this… Sparkle…” Sunny told her weakly, lying flat on her back in the grass, her slackened but still partially engorged stallionhood resting against her stomach and drooling into the gap between her breasts. “Big time!”

“It seems that I do,” Midnight granted grudgingly, still holding Zesty away from her. She then turned her gaze on the two Principals, who were wearing strangely satisfied expressions. And to my surprise, Midnight turned to them and bowed low, putting her palms together in front of her as she did so.

“It would also seem that you two are much, much more than you appear, Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna. And having just now examined your history in detail—the singularity might not be able to show me the future, but it can show me the past—I now know why.”

“Then we will thank you not to reveal that, Midnight Sparkle,” Principal Celestia spoke on behalf of her and her sister, her hands resting on the rears of two student girls against her. “To anyone. And know that you owe us nothing. You may consider our aid a form of recompense for your… gifts.” She stroked her enormous erection quite happily, seemingly admiring herself.

Fertile Fields: Huh? The High Priestess, I can get—if she studies space and time and whatnot, then it makes sense she’d know how to magically muck around with them. But just how in the hay did Celly and Lulu do what they did?

Crystal Queen: Darling! They’re READING this! That said, what DID they do?

Fertile Fields: Oops! Sorry, y’all. No disrespect intended, as always. Can’t help but be curious, though.

Hyperdash: Me too! Kinda weird to think of our two Principals as anything but, well… Principals!

Daydream: I don’t know, gang. And I’m not just saying that, I really don’t. That wasn’t any magic I’d ever experienced or even knew of—and trust me, I know of a lot! The music played backwards, then forwards in tandem with the flow of time. So, I guess that had something to do with it?

Hyperdash: Then you’re saying they helped turn back time… with singing? Uh, yeah, then as AJ would say, I think I’m gonna have to call horsehockey on that one.

Fertile Fields: Uh… I wouldn’t actually say it like that, but since I don’t want to get in trouble with Rarity over what I really *would* say, agreed. I mean, it ain’t that we haven’t seen our music accomplish miracles, but nothing we’ve done has even come close to that!

Sugar High: Aw, come on, girls! Seriously? We’ve done everything with it from take down an evil and maniacal she-demon—no offense, Sunny-D! —to freeing everyone who fell under the spell of the sirens to overpowering their three massive dragon avatars! And we transform every time we pony up from our music! It isn’t *that* different!

Daydream: No offense taken, but it actually *is* different, Pinkie. Magically tinkering with the flow of time like that is on a whole different level than the stuff we’ve already done, and for all my arcane knowledge as a unicorn, I’d never heard of that even being possible. Time travel? Maybe—or check that, definitely, given that Princess Twilight says she fought a running battle with Starlight Glimmer through time using another spell developed by the great Starswirl the Bearded long ago. But time *reversal*, which I know now from human science in general and the Second Law of Thermodynamics in particular would require a decrease in universal entropy, and thus should be impossible to pull off? It appears the High Priestess knew differently, though.

Fluttershine: But, um, she also said she didn’t have enough power for it by herself, even with the three Shadowbolt girls helping. So how did our Principals…?

Daydream: I don’t know, fillyfriend. And I just got an email from Principal Celestia requesting that we move on, saying that their past is private and that they greatly prefer we not speculate on it. They admit that yes, they have some music-based power that can do everything from bend reality to simply influence or enhance the efforts of others. That’s probably what happened here, boosting the power of Juniper Neptune and her acolytes to the point they could do what they did. But our two Principals don’t want to reveal any more than that, and based on what I already know about them, I have a pretty good inkling as to why.

Fertile Fields: Whoa. They may not want to reveal more, but now I have a whole bunch of questions about it! Like, how come we didn’t ever see any of this out of them before? Could have really used those powers when we were fighting the Sirens!

Hyperdash: Yeah. Or why didn’t they do something when future supervillain Sunset was running this place and blackmailing all of us?

Crystal Queen: I’m sure they had their reasons, darling. Perhaps they simply did not wish to reveal themselves and knew we could handle it? In any event, we and Midnight owe them our thanks. As such, I will see fit to respect their privacy, and I would urge all of you to do the same.

Fluttershine: Um, I agree with Rarity. They helped us here, and that’s really all that matters to me.

Sugar High: I’m with you both! Far as I’m concerned, they can keep their secrets! I’m just glad to know they’re actually a lot more than just a couple stodgy old school heads!

Daydream: No, and they never were. Though it now scares me to think what powers they were holding back on me all that time I *thought* I was running CHS. Looks like I once again had blinders on, believing that just because I knew their recent history, I knew everything about them. Uh, thanks for *not* giving me the treatment I now know I deserved, you two?

Fertile Fields: Hoo boy. Yeah, point taken. I mean, if they were powerful enough to even begin to bother Midnight and help the High Priestess turn back time, then there’s no telling what they could have done to you back then.

Daydream: You said it, AJ. And to that, Principal Celestia says I’m welcome, but admits that they came close to intervening against me and the Sirens a couple times. But she also says that they ultimately didn’t because they sensed that they weren’t needed, and that it wasn’t worth the risk.

Hyperdash: Sensed? How? And what risk?

Daydream: To quote our Vice-Principal: “no further comment.” I think that’s them telling us to move on. So I will, just as soon as I splash some water on my face and get myself some more tea. I’m determined to finish this tonight, and by my old mentor’s beautiful sun-studded butt, I will!