Gel looked up at the girl, seeing Honeypot's glowing eyes were not focused on him but on Fizzle. "You! Stop being controlled by your own magic!"

"It doesn't work like that." Gel took a deep breath and let it out. "You can't break mind control like that, you need someone to cast an actual dispelling thing. My fiancee could do it."

"Honey, please, listen to him." Fizzle looked up at her sister, her eyes glowing with the power her sibling invested into her. "I think… I think I want your friend to come in and get rid of all the cobwebs from my head."

"Please wait here." Gel got up and walked for the door.

"How can I trust you?" Honeypot glared at him, but the goo-changeling could see some part of the girl was begging him for a reason to. "How do I know you won't just run away, or get someone to lock us up?"

"You don't, this is a trust thing. Besides, I can leave anytime I want. And you have nothing to lose by me removing your sister's impairment." Gel reached a hand out, palm up. "Come with me if you like, but no more mind control, I really mean it this time."

Honey looked at the hand. Her heart beat a million miles an hour but, with a deep breath, she reached out and took it. "I… it just feels so natural…"

"I know, a lot about us is instinct. But part of growing up is learning that instinct is not always right." Gel smiled to the girl and led the way, tugging her outside and down the path.

"Who is this?" Twilight stepped out from behind her tree, her head trapped between trying to hold on to the gathered magic and wanting answers.

"This is Honey. She wants to help her sister get rid of her mind control. I have talked with them, I think we can help them now." Gel held out his other hand to Twilight, getting his lover's grip without a moment of hesitation.

"I'm Twilight Sparkle." Twilight introduced herself to the drone, offering her free hand.

Honeypot was surprised at the offer, the girl was as open as her friend, amazingly so. "Um, my name is Honeypot… you can call me Honey, if you like." A tingle, a trickle of happiness. Honey blinked in surprise.

"It's nice to meet you, Honey." Twilight shook the hand in the way she had learned to while here. "Lets go help your sister."

The three walked back up to the house, with Sunset following, a little confused as to what was going on.

"Oh dear, magic overload I think. What happened?" Twilight advanced on Fizzle, noting the girl's dilated pupils and the constant glow around her eyes.

"I just tried to use my magic thingy to stop the one already on her." Honey felt silly now, stupid even. She tried to pull back but the hand in her own gripped and squeezed a little. She snapped her gaze up to Gel.

"You're welcome." Gel had seen the words trying to form and squeezed the confused changeling's hand again. "Now, watch the magic."

Twilight gathered as much Equestrian magic as she could and was more than a little astonished at the abundance of it. "Okay, get ready, going to do a localized dispell." She spared a special look for Gel, knowing this would have quite an effect on him.

The power washed out from the odd girl, her hair blowing around her. Honeypot felt it rush through her and she froze dead still. Her mind gave a lurch and she turned to the side and threw up. Her hand was still being held by Gel, but other hands held her hair back from her face as she voided drily on the floor.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Chrysi was instantly at the girl's side, taking over from Sunset in holding her long, green hair back from her face.

"It was Duplicity, she… she made me… oh no!" Honeypots brain lurched again and again, the darkness that held back those glowing eyes was gone and she saw past the glare of her older sister. "No wonder poor Fizzle was so messed up, her own magic was countering Dupe's, and then mine was on top…"

"Found out, huh?" A new voice at the door sounded amused. "Guess now I have to make you all see what is good for-" Duplicity didn't get any further.

"Duplicity! You have been a bad girl!" Chrysi had her eldest daughter by the ear. "You had done naughty things and been bad."

"But… but…" The girl tried to twist free, only to squeal at her ear being wrenched harder.

"No 'buts'!" Chrysi was already pointing to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.

"Wait." Gel tried to cut in. He was still feeling really off from the spell making him solid again. "Wait, please."

Chrysi stopped in her parental rage. She turned to look at Gel. "What? She has been naughty." But the distraction was enough for her to realize that doing this wasn't going to really help, either.

"This place isn't right for you. You need real love and magic to feed on." Gel looked to the chastised girl. "And you need real changelings to help teach you to use that power and what good it can do."

"You want her to learn how to use that more?" Chrysi blinked at this. "But it is wrong to do that, to anyone!"

"If someone is scared of something, she could tell them not to be. If someone needs something really bad, that isn't good for them, she could tell them they don't need it." Gel smiled to both. "Please, let's sit down at the table and talk about this. Your daughters, and you, need to learn to use all these things."

"M-me?" Chrysi looked even more shocked, but let go of her daughter's ear. "But I am human!"

"And your daughters aren't?" Gel pulled a chair out for each of the girls. "Now come on, let's talk about what can be done and… should we expect more company?"

Dupe and Chrysi looked at each other, the former a little cowed by her more self-assured mother. Each reached out and took a chair and looked across the table at the widely grinning purple girl. For a fraction of a moment, each saw a shadow of wings behind her, of something in the middle of her forehead. "Let me tell you about Equestria."

Spike was in his happy place. He had one persian-blue wing and one almost-black one, each draped over his back. He looked from one of the stallions to the other. Stormwalker had visited Sweet Apple Acres just so that they could be together as stallions. Spike and Cloud made sure to show their appreciation of that every chance they got.

"That was amazing!" Spike squirmed a little between his two lovers. "I almost wish she could hang around and sing more, but I guess she has to go where her show needs her."

A dark hoof came up and booped the unicorn on the nose. "Cheer up, I am sure she will be back." Neither Cloud nor Storm had decided to keep their seeds, plants were 'totally a ground-pony thing'.

"Besides, you have us to keep you happy." Storm squeezed the former dragon. "Really happy, if you know what I mean." The stallion's whisper right in his ear had Spike blush hotly.

"Well, I… uh… um…" Spike was lost for words, what does a pony say to such an invitation in public, where a foal could hear.

Cloud laughed, he hadn't heard what Storm said to Spike, but he could take a guess. "You broke him, maybe we should take him home and see about fixing our unicorn?"

Storm laughed and started to move, guiding Spike into the direction of their shared house. "Tomorrow you will want to go and wait for the princess to return, but tonight we get all of you to play with." It had been strange to the mare, at first, to be male. After a while, however, of swapping back and forth, Stormwalker had found that her gender didn't matter, he liked both these ponies.

"Couldn't have said it better, myself." Cloud trotted along, keeping his two lovers close. The town was practically deserted, not a single pony was out and about. It made getting inside and in front of the warm fire all the easier. Both pegasi knew winter was on its way, they helped it after all.

Spike stood a moment close to the low embers. He lifted a few lighter logs up and onto the coals and saw them start to bite into the soft, dry wood. Then he lifted a heavier log up and on and closed the little glass door. Embers were not allowed out to play, feathers were not appreciative of fire.

Turning back from his task, the unicorn spotted both grinning pegasi and he could practically taste the excitement they were feeling and, to his delight, it grew in him too. He stepped forward to kiss them, all three ponies coming together for the closeness. A tongue thrust forward into Spike's mouth, then another, his eyes widened as he realized both his lovers seemed to be teaming up.

Those beautiful emerald eyes of Spike's closed and Cloud pulled his tongue free of his lover's mouth. Watching Storm continue the kiss, he realized how turned on it got him and he suddenly really needed either of them… both of them. He hadn't realized he had closed his eyes until he felt a snout nuzzling at the side of his belly, then lower. Cloud shook his head and moved to the couch and flopped to his back. Looking down his body at Spike, who had apparently been the owner of the snout, he just grinned as his member surged, fully erect.

"Oh, you go first, by all means." Storm gesture to the waiting stallion with a wing. It was all the invitation Spike needed and he was over and by Cloud in a blink, leaning in and kissing the stallion's shaft. Storm realized that now, watching two stallions who obviously loved each other was very much his thing.

The first Spike knew of Storm's attention was a snout at his plot, nuzzling around his tail. When he obligingly lifted it, he was rewarded by a tongue working around his tail-hole. He couldn't hold back from Cloud anymore, the musk in his nose demanded he sample the stallion more fully. Leaning down, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked the hefty shaft into his mouth.

Storm worked her tongue around the stallion's anus, working as much spittle around his pucker as he could. It gave him plenty of time, too, to work himself up to a good bit of leaking, as their poor rug well knew.

"Screw him, Storm, get on him and make him moan around me." Cloud's eyes soon met Storm's as the former mare looked around Spike's flank. He watched as the light-colored pegasus flapped his wings and mounted their lover.

Spike was just starting to really get into sucking on Cloud, using his magic to gently massage the big balls that were just before his snout, when a weight dropped on his back. He moaned before the heavily leaking shaft even found his rear. Spike closed his eyes. He was trapped in his favorite place, the one place he felt truly close to his lovers, with nothing between them.

Despite having been 'practicing' a lot of late, Stormwalker still didn't have his aim down perfect. He bucked and adjusted, over and over, and finally connected after nearly ten attempts. The tightness of the unicorn's backside was nearly overwhelming. The first few times Storm had taken Spike he had lost control right away. Although practice might not really make perfect, Storm and Spike had certainly decided to test it.

Cloud felt Spike being driven forward and pulled back, over and over. He had to clamp down and try to not lose himself too quick, the sight of the two ponies driving him wild every time. His eyes caught sight of something and he suddenly felt his mouth water. Hanging under Spike, hard and erect, was a delightful-looking shaft.

Feeling his partner moving and squirming, Spike couldn't adjust an inch for Cloud, thanks to Storm riding him hard. He had all four hooves down and braced against the hard thrusts that made his length ache more and more. Then a pair of lips found him and Spike couldn't stop himself, even as his shaft was being engulfed in Cloud's mouth the unicorn started bucking and unloading.

Realizing he had only barely made it in time, Cloud tilted his head back, relaxed his throat and pushed forward so Spike's shaft would impale him more, shooting the hot load right down into his belly. He couldn't hold back any longer, not with what was going on just before his eyes. Cloud watched as Storm shoved all the way in, could hear both their muscles tense as all three of them were now climaxing, bodies overtaken by the primal urge to fill their lovers with seed.

But alas, Cloud wasn't in the most stable of positions and he slipped, the shaft in his throat pulling free to paint his belly, even as his own came out of Spike's mouth and did likewise to the unicorn's face.

"What… what are you two doing? If you make a... make a mess, you gotta clean it up!" Storm was deliriously happy, he hadn't even realized how perfect this arrangement would be, but he couldn't love the two anymore if he tried.

Author's Note

Which of the two story-arcs do you think the title applies to, here?

Gel starts to get to the bottom of what happened, and Stormwalker gets to the bottom of Spike.

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