Twilight Sparkle and the Planet of the Pantsless Pony People.

“I've got it!” Twilight stepped away from the chalkboard, and looked over her shoulder at her research partners-- Sunset Shimmer, Princess Celestia, and the mirror-version of herself, Princess Twilight Sparkle. Caught up in her academic enthusiasm, Twilight didn't even stare (for once) at any of the frankly gorgeous women in the lecture hall.

Princess Celestia nodded in approval, and Twilight went back to her equations.

“So,” Twilight said, “according to this, there's a temporal aspect to the dimensional shifts.”

“That's right.” Princess Twilight said. “Our timeline is a little further along than yours, by a factor of several years.”

“Right! Which is why I'm eighteen years old in my dimension, only to be more, uh ... developed over here.” Twilight blushed a little and cleared her throat.

“I'll say.” Sunset Shimmer said with something more than academic interest.

“Anyway!” Twilight spun around, turning her attention back to the chalkboard before she could get too distracted. She drew two parallel lines on the board, labeling one 'H' and the next 'P.' “It's kind of like your timeframe in this dimension, on the P-Line (the P is for Pony) is slightly ahead of mine, on the H (for human) line. But time moves slower along the H-Line, though I haven't calculated the exact time difference as of yet. Which, depending on the rate, may mean that nobody back home has even noticed I'm gone yet.” Twilight trailed off.

“Which also means you may be able to return to your dimension without anyone noticing you've left.” Princess Celestia said.

“Or, I could be getting everything completely wrong.” Twilight ran her fingers through her hair. “I mean, what my calculations are off and a year passes back in my dimension for every minute that passes here? What if I try to go home only to find out that everyone I ever knew forgot about me years ago? Or worse? There's precedent for that kind of time-distortion in folklore ... oh god, I'd be Twilight Van Winkle!”

“So that's what I look like when I freak out. Huh.” Princess Twilight rubbed at her chin.

“Relax.” Sunset Shimmer laid a warm, comforting hand on Twilight's shoulder. “Your figures are sound. At least, from what I can see, they are. The time distortion should work in your favor. But--”

“But?” Twilight turned, and found herself looking into Sunset's frankly lovely eyes.

“That's not the main problem. Look—” Sunset Shimmer took up chalk and started sketching more equations out on the chalkboard. Twilight watched, fascinated by the curve of Sunset's bare shoulder and the look of concentration on her face. Twilight bit her lower lip and started breathing a little more deeply. It was better than a centerfold pinup, Twilight mused to herself. After all, anyone could just lay on the hood of a car, but Sunset was being productive. Brilliant, even, to judge by the arcane glyphs and figures she drew on the chalkboard.

“... and that's the problem.” Sunset said, circling one number for emphasis.

“W-what?” Twilight shook herself out of her smitten daze, and forced a smile, hoping Sunset didn't notice.

“C'mon Twilight, keep up.” Sunset winked playfully at Twilight, and then looked back at the board. “But, basically, when you came here, your dimensional imaging pattern took the form of this dimension's Twilight Sparkle. Princess Twilight Sparkle.” Sunset Shimmer looked over her shoulder at the other purple unicorn, who just arched a wry eyebrow.

“And?”

“And, that's why your body is a reservoir for magic-- which is why things got a little out of control at the Maypole Festival you told me about.”

“Oh. Right. That.” Twilight scratched at the back of her neck, embarrassed (or, at least more embarrassed, given the whole 'hanging out in the naked dimension' thing).

“The problem is, you've already absorbed too much magic. It's like a balloon, almost. When it's uninflated, you can slip it under a door, but once you blow it up ... well, it's kind of stuck. Until we figure out a way to get rid of all that extra magical energy without causing any explosions--”

“I'm not going anywhere.” Twilight's wings drooped.

“Perhaps I can help.” Princess Celestia stood with intimidating, otherworldly grace, and crossed to the chalkboard. She leaned over Twilight's shoulders to get another piece of chalk (which 'accidentally' pushed the tall princess' ample breasts against Twilight's body for a delightful moment) and then made a few figures of her own. “In fact, Sunset, I believe you came up with a couple theories of your own on magic transference, didn't you? Most of your work was on a more ... permanent level, but wouldn't it be easier if we tried something more temporary?”

Sunset snapped her fingers. “You're right! We just need to draw off enough magic for Twilight to get home. On top of that, it's much safer to siphon that magic into an object, rather than a pony. The question is ... what?” Sunset Shimmer started rummaging through the desk at the front of the lecture hall, finally pulling out a length of white ribbon that had wound up amongst the drawer-detritus.

“Perfect!” Sunlight held the ribbon in one hand, and made complicated, arcane gestures with the fingers of the other. Sunset's fingertips began to glow, the light materializing into a line of magical equation-runes that lingered in the air for a few moments before shrinking down and laying themselves across the length of the ribbon. “That's it! Don't worry, I remembered to carry the one this time.” She winked at Twilight.

Twilight reached out and gingerly took up the ribbon, rubbing the soft fabric between her fingers. “So what do I, uh ... do with it?”

“Here.” Sunset Shimmer plucked the ribbon from Twilight's hand and reached up, tying it loosely around Twilight's neck. “That's it! It's already primed and ready to go. Though the process will go faster if you, uh ... exert yourself.”

“Exert myself?” Twilight touched the ribbon. “Do you mean--”

“The endorphins and hormones released by sexual activity directly stimulate the magic-using portions of a pony's brain-- it's the foundation of several tantric schools of arcane study.” Princess Twilight smiled, blushed, and lectured all at the same time. “Basically, sex is magic.”

“Oh.” Twilight bit at the inside of her cheek. Again, she swept her gaze around the room, taking in the sight of the beautiful women surrounding her. Sunset Shimmer, with her centerfold-worthy physique-- Princess Celestia, tall and statuesque – and Princess Twilight, who was like looking into some sort of idealized mirror.

“I've already reserved a private room for you, Twilight.” Celestia said, nodding. “You can take things at your own pace. I understand things are more ... reserved, in your dimension.”

“Simple masturbation would suffice.” Princess Twilight gave a sheepish smile. “But, ah, involving someone else will make the process faster, due to the intersection of your personal auras-- and, uh, just so you know, the more people you have to ... help, it increases your rate of magic dispersal. Exponentially.”

Twilight's cheeks burned hot, even as she felt a cool shiver roll over the rest of her naked body. “So you're saying ... the more people I have sex with, the sooner I get home?”

“In the vernacular, yes.” Princess Twilight said.

“Oh.” Twilight twined her fingers together. “Well, um. None of you have to, if you don't want to--”

“Twilight.” Princess Celestia stepped up behind Twilight, and slid a strong but gentle hand around her waist. She tugged her close against her body, and Twilight sighed as she felt her shoulders press into Celestia's pillowy breasts. “You have more friends here than you know. And we're all going to help you ... if you want.” Celestia's began to nibble at the very tip of Twilight's ear, sending delightful sensations racing through her body.

“Ah!” Twilight squealed. “I want!” She blurted, and then covered her mouth, wide-eyed at the outburst. “I mean, um. I ... appreciate any help any of you would like to give me. You know. For science?” She offered.

“For science.” Princess Celestia said, deadpan, and effortlessly scooped Twilight up like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold. She kissed Twilight on the ear again, and then swept out of the lecture hall. Two more sets of hoofsteps clacked on the tiled floor behind her as Princess Celestia carried Twilight through the halls of Canterlot. “I had hoped you'd say something like that, which is why I had Twilight-- er, Princess Twilight, extend a few invitations ... “

Princess Celestia's horn glowed, and a pair of tall doors opened up in front of her, revealing a room that seemed to be ninety percent canopy bed. Twilight blushed as she saw the five young women arrayed out on the apartment-sized bed. Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy all waited, watching with eager, expectant expressions.

“About time you guys got done doing your egghead stuff!”

“Wait!” Pinkie Pie blurted. “Which Twilight are you?”

“Um. The one from another dimension?” Twilight offered.

“Neat!” Pinkie Pie clapped -her hands and bounced in anticipation, setting her generous chest to wobbling. “I never got the chance to apologize for freaking you out earlier! I mean, I just wanted to throw you a party and what's a party without an orgy but I didn't know that would freak you out so much so this time just let me know if you start getting uncomfortable so that way everyone has a good time!” Pinkie Pie's blue eyes went a little wider as she looked up at Twilight, simultaneously adorable and lusty.

“It's okay, Pinkie.” Twilight Sparkle said as Celestia gently set her down onto the bed. “Just ... be gentle, okay? I'm, uh, still getting used to this sort of-- OOF!” Twilight toppled over as Pinkie Pie pulled her into a tight, bosomy hug. Twilight let out a muffled squeak as her field of vision was suddenly enveloped by a sea of pink. A moment later, she blinked as Pinkie's warm, welcoming chest suddenly disappeared.

“Watch it, Pinkie!” Applejack said. She caught the pink pony in a full nelson hold, and dragged her off of Twilight. “You're gonna smother the poor gal!”

“There are worse ways to go!” Pinkie Pie said with a giggle. She twisted bonelessly out of Applejack's grip, and then pounced on the cowgirl. The two of them toppled over in a flailing of long limbs. Within moments, Pinkie had her lips clamped around one of Applejack's nipples, and the cowgirl let out a low, lusty moan.

“Mmm.” Rarity scooted up next to Twilight. “You'll have to forgive Pinkie, darling. She's always been ... enthusiastic. Not that I blame her, of course.” Rarity nearly purred as she reached up to primp one of her meticulously curled locks. She arced her back a little, presenting herself for Twilight's benefit. In contrast to her nudist friends, Rarity had outfitted herself in long, navy blue stockings, along with matching, fingerless opera gloves. The tight silk only accentuated the gentle curves of Rarity's limbs, drawing the eye up the length of a perfectly formed leg, all the way to the tight folds between her legs.

“It's alright to stare.” Rarity cooed, and spread her thighs wider. “That's what I made the outfit for, after all.”

“Less talking, more fucking!” Rainbow Dash said, settling in behind Twilight.

“There's nothing wrong with taking one's time, Rainbow.” Rarity huffed.

“Pssh, whatever. Life's too short to just sit around looking pretty.” She leaned against Twilight's back, and nipped her gently on the side of the neck. Twilight gasped, feeling herself grow even hotter between the legs.

“Besides.” Rainbow Dash worked her way lower, and ran her fingers through Twilight's wing-feathers. The sensation was odd, alien ... but all the more exciting for it. “I've been wanting to get my hands on Twilight's plumage ever since I saw her.”

“She's identical to our Twilight, you know.” Rarity nodded over to where Princess Twilight and Princess Celestia had curled up together on one side of the enormous bed, gently petting at each other as they watched the goings on.

“Which means she's super hot!” Rainbow Dash said, and planted a kiss on Twilight's spine, right between her wings. “It's a pegasus thing, Rarity. You wouldn't understand.”

“Yes, yes, you and your wing fetish.” Rarity rolled her eyes. “But, I shall be the better-- or at least the more patient pony, and let you have your fun.”

“Sweet.” Rainbow Dash said, and buried her muzzle into Twilight's plumage.

“Um. Maybe we could ... compromise?” Twilight managed between breathy gasps. “I mean, there's ... plenty of me to go around.” She scooted closer to Rarity, and blushed. “I can't believe I just said that.”

“You're popular, dear.” Rarity tickled a fingertip beneath Twilight's chin, and then leaned in for a fleeting, gentle kiss. “And justifiably so, I might add.”

“Thank you—OOOh!” Twilight trailed off into a moan as Rarity ducked her head down to start suckling gently upon one of her nipples. Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash continued her eager exploration of Twilight's wings, taking care to kiss and worship each individual feather. Twilight gasped again, bracing her hands on the soft bedding for support. As her pussy grew hotter and hotter, Twilight felt the ribbon around her neck do the same-- already hard at work absorbing her lustful energy.

Rarity moved her head lower and touched Twilight's sodden folds with the same care she took with each and every one of her sewing projects. Worked up as she was, the barest strokes of the unicorn's lips and fingers were enough to push Twilight over the edge. She clenched her fingers in the sheets, and a rush of pleasure surged through every nerve in her body, setting her skin to tingling before the feeling subsided, and the ribbon around her throat pulsed faintly, as if it had its own heartbeat.

“One down?” Twilight managed through ecstasy-gritted teeth. Rarity made a smug, contented little sound, and went back to 'work.'

With Rarity's face buried between her thighs, Twilight could look over the unicorn's head to survey the rest of the bed. Applejack still lay helpless on her back, though Pinkie had moved down between Applejack's strong thighs, where she sucked eagerly on the cowgirl's sex, making lewd little slurping noises the whole time. Applejack's moans were muffled, however, as Fluttershy had moved to straddle her face in turn. Her slim, willowy body slowly writhed atop Applejack's face. Fluttershy's hair hung down over her chest, framing her perky, upturned tits.

The pink haired pony-woman looked up, meeting Twilight's gaze. “Oh.” She said in a voice entirely too delicate for someone in such a situation. “I'm sorry, Twilight. Applejack was just there and I couldn't help myself.”

Applejack made a contented little moan.

“I don't think she could, either.” Fluttershy said, and parted her lips in a silent gasp as Applejack touched some particularly sensitive spot with her lips.

“That's a-alright.” Twilight managed a smile between her own little gasps of pleasure. She relaxed, allowing Rarity and Rainbow Dash to explore and tease her as they saw fit. Twilight looked past the Pinkie/Applejack/Fluttershy trio, over to where Princess Twilight and Princess Celestia lounged on a pile of pillows, gently caressing each other as they gazed into each others eyes. Twilight almost made a 'hot for teacher' joke, but a well-timed kiss between her wings made her moan quietly instead. Twilight closed her eyes in pleasure, moaned again, and opened her eyes once more-- only to come to a realization. Someone was missing.

“Uh, guys?” Twilight looked over her shoulder at Rainbow Dash, and then down at Rarity. “Would you mind, um, holding on a minute?”

“Mmm?” Rarity looked up from Twilight's lap, and immediately pulled back. “Oh! Of course! I'm so, so sorry-- I didn't mean to take things too fast. You must be overwhelmed. I tend to have that effect on people sometimes. I must have gotten carried away in my enthusiasm-- please, please forgive me?” Rarity's eyes began to water. “You must think I'm an absolute lech!”

“No, no- that's not it! This is really nice, but ... where did Sunset go?”

“Who cares?” Rainbow Dash rested her chin on Twilight's shoulder and reached both hands around to squeeze at her tits. “She probably just went to get a drink or something.”

“Hopefully?” Twilight said. She planted her hands on the bed and pushed herself away-- Rainbow Dash made a few squeaks of protest, but let her go. “In fact, that sounds like a good idea. I'm just going to get some water-- the rest of you, um ... enjoy yourselves. I'll be right back!” Before anypony else could protest, Twilight bounded to her hooved feet and slipped out of the room as unobtrusively as she could.

It didn't take her long to find Sunset-- the unicorn sat on the floor, just around the corner from the bedchamber. She had her knees pulled up to her chest, and her red hair hung down around her face like a curtain.

“Oh no.” Twilight crouched down beside Sunset, and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Sunset huffed, and pushed her hair back. “I mean ... why wouldn't I be? I did what I came here to do-- helped you figure out a way to get home. Even if Princess Celestia was a step ahead of me.” She sighed.

“It's not a competition.” Twilight said. “Heck, life isn't a competition. Especially here. I mean ... once you get past the hooves and tails and stuff, you've ... kind of got a utopia here. No traffic, no pollution, everyone lives in big magical castles ... and, y'know, there's the free love thing.” Twilight blushed, still worked up from the attention she'd received moments earlier.

“Then why leave?” Sunset looked up, tears welling in her eyes.

“You already know why.” Twilight said. “As nice as things are here ... I just don't belong here. I've got friends, family back home. If I just disappeared ... “ she sighed, closing her eyes.

“You're right.” Sunset sniffed, and rubbed at her eyes. “It's just ... when I saw you get mobbed by all your friends--”

“You got jealous.”

“Actually, no. Watching all your friends getting ready to fuck you was super hot.” Sunset's lips turned up in a sardonic smile. “But ... then I realized, the more they did, the sooner the only friend I've ever had would be gone. Stupid, isn't it?”

“It's not stupid.” Twilight said, resolute. “I mean, I used to be like you. Alone. Isolated. And like I told you before, my friends helped me through it. Just, uh, with less sex. No sex, actually. But that's beside the point.” She took Sunset's hands in hers and stood, tugging the redhead up with her. “The important part is, even if I go ... there are still plenty of ponies-- er, people, whatever –who will be more than happy to be your friend.” Twilight nodded, and squeezed Sunset's hands. “In fact ... I've got an idea. C'mon.”

Heart already beating faster in anticipation, Twilight led Sunset back to the conspicuously large bedchamber. At the creaking of the door, the seven women sprawled out on the bed looked up,curious and eager.

“Hey guys.” Twilight tried (and failed) to make herself sound anything but awkward. “Since, um, all of ... this is for me, can I make a little request?”

“Of course!” Pinkie Pie said. “Whatever you want! Just lemme know which end of the leash you wanna be on!” Pinkie's tail flagged high in the air as she started rummaging around beneath the bed. She pulled one 'toy' after another from some hidden stash, ranging from simple ropes and restraints to gently curved oblong devices that Twilight whose purpose Twilight could discern in theory, if not actual application.

“That's not what I had in mind, Pinkie.” Twilight cleared her throat. “I ... I know all of you have known each other for a long time, and I know you've all been wanting to get your hands on me since I got here, but ... I just wanted to make sure Sunset Shimmer wasn't left out.” She turned towards the redheaded unicorn, and smiled. “If it weren't for her help, I don't know what I'd do. So, um. I want you guys to treat her just like you'd treat me. Both in and out of bed.”

Princess Celestia just smiled, while the other six ponies nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

Sunset Shimmer found herself smiling, and leaned against Twilight's side to plant a kiss on the side of her muzzle. “Thank you, Twilight. Honestly, you've been the one to help me. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be in a jail cell by now.”

“So ... I'm guessing that's a 'no' on the cuffs?” Pinkie Pie tossed a contraption of chain and fake fur over her shoulder, and it clattered loudly on the floor behind her.

Sunset Shimmer licked her lips and prowled towards the bed. “I didn't say that.”

Twilight knew she wasn't in peak physical condition (especially compared to athletes like Rainbow Dash or even Applejack), but she liked to think she was in at least halfway decent shape. Even still, by the time two or three hours had passed, Twilight was utterly, completely, undoubtedly exhausted. Then again, so were the rest of her friends, most of them splayed out in varying states of consciousness.

Pinkie Pie snored.

Sweaty and satisfied, Twilight could do little but lay atop the cuddle pile and stare up at the ceiling. Fatigue held her legs in place as surely as any of Pinkie's bedroom accessories would have. The ribbon around her throat remained warm-- comfortably so, providing a little bit of relief to the muscles at the back of her neck (which, like the rest of her, had gotten a very thorough workout). Finally, Twilight turned her head to look across the room, noting her horned, muzzled reflection in the mirror. She drew in a deep breath, and sighed.

“It's time.” Twilight said, and gently crawled off the bed, taking care not to disturb her friends too much. Even still, they blinked their bleary eyes and sat up, watching her go.

Sunset Shimmer was the first to speak. “So this is goodbye, huh?”

“I ... yes.” Twilight planted her hooves on the floor, and managed to stand up (even if her knees were rather shaky). “All good things, you know?”

“I know. But ... you'll come and visit, won't you?”

“I'll try. It might be awhile, though-- I still have to figure out the relative time difference, not to mention a slightly less-explodey means of traveling back and forth between dimensions. But once I do get it figured out ... it'd be the kind of discovery I'd get a Nobel Prize for! So long as they didn't think I was crazy on account of all the pony people.”

“What's a Nobel Prize?” Sunset Shimmer tilted her head to the side, confused.

“Just another reason I need to get home, I guess?” Twilight laughed, and kissed Sunset on the muzzle. “Thank you, though. Thank all of you. Even though your dimension is pretty ... intimidating, I've learned a lot.”

“Aaaw, that's so sweet. Group hug!” Pinkie Pie lunged across the bed and wrapped her arms around Sunset and Twilight both. The other girls laughed, and moved to join in-- even Princess Celestia was happy to wrap her warm, feathery wings around the oddball group. Of course, with so much bare skin pressed together, a few hands began to roam as if under their own accord, threatening to start another marathon session of lovemaking. Twilight fought off the temptation, and brushed those anonymous hands from her rump as she stepped away.

“Thank you all for your, um ... hospitality.” Twilight marveled at her capacity to retain a blush even in her thoroughly-fucked-out state. “But like I said, I need to go.”

“I understand.” Princess Celestia said. “Which is why I already inscribed the improved rune-equations onto that mirror.” She made an airy gesture towards a full-length mirror at the edge of the room.

“Wait, when did you do that?” Sunset Shimmer blinked.

“While the rest of you were ... distracted.” Princess Celestia winked.

“I helped!” Princess Twilight chimed in.

“So that's it.” Twilight said, and touched the ribbon around her neck. She walked towards the mirror-- sizing herself up for what might be the last time. In that body, at least. Her hair was disheveled, and her purple coat was ruffled in a dozen places (though particularly around the knees). Her nipples tensed in the suddenly cooler air, and the swollen, sticky lips of her sex testified to the last few hours' activity.

Twilight closed her eyes, and reached out towards the magical mirror-- as soon as she did, the ribbon around her neck burned even hotter before crumbling to magical ash, floating in the air around her.

That's when the world exploded.

But only a little bit, this time.

Twilight woke in her own bed. She could tell from the constellation pattern on the sheets.

It took her a few moments to register this, but she soon let out a giddy, victorious laugh. She sat bolt upright, and looked around-- sure enough, the room was a little cramped, a little cluttered, a far cry from the palatial chambers she'd never quite gotten used to.

She was home.

Twilight sprang out of bed, only to nearly trip over the floppy cuffs of her pajama bottoms. Twilight grabbed hold of her bedpost to steady herself, and looked down, only to start laughing even harder. “Pants!” She cried in glee, even though the soft fabric felt a little alien after so long-- “Wait, how long?” Twilight said to herself, and immediately scrambled for her phone at its place on the nightstand. She fumbled the button with trembling fingers-- and then blinked. According to the clock on her phone (which she verified by the time on her laptop, and after that a quick trip to the Atomic Clock's web portal), she'd only been gone from this dimension for a few hours. Twilight scribbled a few notes down on the matter, and reminded herself to add that data to her equations later.

This done, Twilight opted to perform one final check-- she slipped out of her pajamas and stood nude before her mirror. Gone was the statuesque pony-princess-- no horn, no hooves, no wings. Instead, she was just another slim, almost gawky eighteen year old girl. Twilight turned around, looking her rump over in the mirror to make sure she didn't have any kind of vestigial tail to worry about.

And then Sunset Shimmer walked in.

“Whoa!” Sunset blushed, and held a hand up in front of her eyes. “Sorry! Sorry! I should have knocked!”

“Sunset!” Twilight blurted, and could only stare at her friend-- her human friend, in her typical jeans and leather jacket. “Which one are you?”

“Which-- what?” Sunset Shimmer said. “Twilight, are you feeling okay?”

“I'm fine!” Twilight said, perhaps a little too quickly. “It's just, um. I miiiiight have taken an accidental trip to another dimension. Not your dimension, but a ... different one. It's complicated.”

“And ... that's why you're naked?” Sunset Shimmer kept her eyes pointed at anything but Twilight.

“Oh! Um. Kind of?” Twilight blushed, realizing she hadn't even tried to cover herself. She cleared her throat, and then pulled her pajama top back on, the baggy garment enough to keep her marginally decent. “Like I said, it's ... complicated. Didn't mean to, uh, flash you.”

“No, it's alright. I should've knocked. It's just when you didn't answer your phone, I got a little worried, and I just sort of barged in.”

“Hey, what's a little gratuitous nudity between friends?” Twilight sat down on the side of her bed. “Besides, I thought ponies didn't normally wear clothes from where you're from?”

“Right, but I've picked up a lot of human mannerisms along the way. Helps me fit in.”

“Oh, gotcha. I guess I may have picked up a couple of mannerisms from my dimension trip, too.”

“Yeah?” Sunset Shimmer relaxed a bit, and flopped down into Twilight's computer chair. “Sounds exciting.”

“You don't know the half of it.” Twilight grinned, and leaned forward. “As best I can figure, it was ... kind of like a halfway point between your dimension and this one. Like, everyone was a pony-- but they had hands and stood on their rear legs. And there was magic! And that's all before you get into the, um ... cultural differences.”

“Cultural differences?”

Twilight blinked, realizing she'd already said too much. She blushed, and her lips curled up in a guilty, knowing grin. Finally, Twilight just leaned forward and put her hands on her bare knees.

“Let me ask you, Sunset ... have you ever thought that Principal Celestia is kind of hot?”