The room was chaos. Some of the operators said or shouted numbers. Some broke down in confused tears or began lashing out angrily. The conversation didn't die down though. All of you wanted answers. Your conversations were disjointed and broken, however. You spoke past one another, each making their own observations and laments, with only a few directly responding to what was said before speaking their own mind.

A consensus of sorts had been reached. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as it had been... before there was a Kyle. When there was only you.

While many remained where they were, watching Kyle with that delicate hope, others were not satisfied. Most of the room pressed towards the bearded man, desperate to get answers.

"You need to relax," spoke the figure that seemed to loom tall despite not being very tall. "It's natural that you're feeling disoriented. Going from a shared consciousness to living in your own heads is no easy task. Deep breaths, it will settle."

Some of the operators pushed past him, eager to see and understand the new world they found themselves in.

Kyle retired to his room, but rest wasn't as assured as he would have liked it. Starlight was already there, sleeping. that wasn't the issue. Trixie was at his side the entire time. Once he sat down, she hopped up beside him on the bed. "Master, are you ready to finish our duty?"

He raised a brow at her, considering that. "I'm a little distracted," he confessed. "Trying to save the world doesn't really key one up for bedroom fun."

"This could be your very last chance, though Trixie would dearly hope that is not the case." She nuzzled into his side as her magic gently tugged at his clothes, slowly removing them. "You should enjoy yourself before this adventure, however important and vital it is."

Kyle was quiet, but his lack of continued protest was consent, at least so far as Trixie was concerned. He allowed himself to be laid down on the bed, facing upwards, and soon could feel the warm rough texture of her tongue as she worked at his throat in a few broad swipes. "Today, Trixie will delight and amaze you, because that is what she does." One of her hooves landed on his sheath, rubbing it slowly from root to tip and back in gentle motions. "She will become mother to our foals."

Was she going to ride him like Applejack? One could almost see the question on his face. He suddenly turned, throwing her off balance and crashing her to the bed. Even as she squawked in surprise, he was on her. He took ahold of her furry sides and plucked her up. "I'm your master, right?"

Trixie blinked with shock before a smile spread wide. "Yes!"

"Then I call the shots." With his equine pillar jutting up proudly, he moved her to be just over it. "Trixie, it's time for you to let go."

"Let go?"

He kissed her nose gently. "You won't call the shots, and you don't need to." He turned her away from himself and lowered her until the flat end of his shaft gently nudged at her lips.

Trixie tensed with anticipation before glancing down. "None of that!" Her magic wrapped firmly around your ring, smoothly pulling it free of your member.

He waited until it was free before he reached around and gently thwipped her nose. "I didn't say you could do that."

Trixie went red. "Trixie was just trying to help, master."

He took the hovering ring from her and let it hang from her horn limply. It had the effect he was aiming for, as her magic fizzled and sparked. "No magic."

Trixie could easily have knocked it off, or even still used her magic on the ill-fitting ring. But she didn't. "Trixie will trust her master."

Slowly, he lowered her down. Her thick vulva spread across his tool, embracing and drawing him in.

The main monitor exploded in sparks. One of the operators had hurled a chair at it in fury. "Tell me what's going on!" they demanded angrily. "That's supposed to be me!"

The room exploded in noise as many condemned the operator for interrupting the finale of their show and others still joined in the rampant need for answers.

The one in charge put a hand to his head with a weary sigh. "Can we, for once in our history, not react with violence to something confusing? You are not him. You all have your own names." He pointed towards one at random. "You, what is your name?"

That operater blinked in confusion. "Actually, I am Kyle."

"Oh, bad example."

Still, it had some effect, as operators began exchanging their titles. Some gave only their enlisted name, others their true ones.

"We're here to save humanity." He gestured at the monitor. "The program that let you assume shared control of that body was interrupted abruptly, causing you all to be spat out without the usual unloading process. That's why you feel confused right now."

"Why am I naked?" asked one confused operator.

"The immersion tubes don't work with anything in the way," explained the man. "I could start explaining, or you can just calm down. You will remember what's going on. Now, I'm going to get another monitor. No breaking this one, alright?"

The room was a sullen silence as they waited.

"This story sucks," complained one of the operators. "I saw this plot twist coming a mile away."

Unaware of things going on elsewhen, Kyle's attention was focused on giving Trixie a Great and Powerful rutting. His hips pistoned upwards as he brought her up and down, supporting her writhing form. Each time he let her down and pounded upwards, he made her entire form tense deliciously around him even as she cried out in pleasure.

A soft tapping distracted him and he glanced to see a tired and bemused Starlight looking up at him. "I know this is kind of your bed and all..."

Trixie looked past Kyle to the sound of her friend and gave a sheepish smile, eyes glazed with pleasure. "Trixie is... Mmm... very sorry."

"I bet you are." Starlight sounded more entertained than truly bothered. She reared up and set her hooves on either of Kyle's shoulders, pressing in against his back. "Now Trixie's a wonderful mare, full of delightful tricks, but when it comes down to it, one of us can match Twilight without dangerous artifacts."

Kyle tensed, slowing his motions as worry rotted his focus on the act.

Starlight gently pressed on those shoulders. "Oh no, I didn't say a thing about stopping, lover boy. You'd better fill my friend up to overflowing." She leaned in and gently nipped one of those naked ears, whispering into it, "She shouldn't walk straight afterwards."

Her horn glowed as power rushed into Kyle's already enhanced balls. She was fueling them directly, filling them with raw power as she goaded him on, telling him exactly how hard and well he should see to Trixie's needs.

Kyle was overwhelmed with a fresh wave of pure lust. His overcharged gonads demanded his entire existence be for one thing. He curled in on Trixie, locking lips with her furry snout as his thrusting hastened to the next level. He could feel it coming. Pushing so fast, so hard, how could it not? His thick equine member swelled towards the tip as his balls drew tight. Seed and magic flowed powerfully into the base of that cannon before everything went white.

All was pleasure, all was fulfillment. Kyle knew nothing else but the rapture of seeding that screaming, shrieking female. He held to her tightly, and she was attached to him, clutching and quaking.

Then there was nothing for a time.

His senses started to return with a confused blink, to find himself nose to snout with Trixie. His head was being held in Starlight's magic, keeping him fixed on her. "Drink in her features," She commanded. "See her Great and Powerful lines. See the love in her eyes."

Trixie gasped loudly as she came around much the same time and realized what her friend was doing. "You are the best friend Trixie could ever have asked for."

Starlight flashed a grin. "How could Trixie have anything less than the best?" She nudged at Kyle with a hoof. "You put a foal in her, maybe more than one with that blast, and you can't help but enjoy the thought of it. She'll be fat with your foals, and you will love her fiercely, just as you know she loves you."

Kyle gave a weak twist. The orgasm had robbed him of his strength. Besides... was loving Trixie a bad thing? He couldn't think of a reason to be upset and slowly sank in to hug and snuggle his dearest mare. The holder of his foals. His other half.

As he relaxed, Starlight released her grip, confident the bonding was well underway.

The room became quiet as the couple spent time kissing, hugging, and even sniffing. They were learning each other thoroughly and every thing they found became something to love and adore.

There were a few things, however... Trixie put a hoof to his chest. "You promised to be a stallion for her. Did you forget?"

Kyle blinked. He actually had. "Sorry..."

Trixie trailed the hoof upwards. "It's alright, my curious stallion... Trixie finds herself loving you either way, even if she would still rather you embraced the hooved life."

Starlight nodded softly. "Great, now, make some room."

Both looked to her with some confusion, but she wriggled between the two and got comfortable. Both were tired and worn in the most wonderful way, and soon they joined her.

Elsewhere, Celestia let out a soft sigh. Her cheeks were tinted red. Certainly, she had witnessed such acts before, but she was not a statue. "Even if some ponies think I am." She let out a little sigh.

"Is everything alright, sister?" Luna peeked in on her with a concerned expression.

Celestia gave a little smile. "It can be difficult. After causing so much damage, now I must watch others attempt to fix it, to live adventures I once dreaded in my youth."

Luna rolled her eyes. "You're not old, sister. Stop speaking as if you were."

"I may as well be." She rose to her hooves. "As if any pony in the land sees me as more than a graceful statue to admire, or an intimidating demigod to be feared and awed by." She shook her head. "Nevermind. I'm being petty. Let's focus on what matters. The Stud Program may be over, but that... Kyle, he remains our best opportunity."

Luna nodded in agreement. "And there's nothing we can do to aid him. I will accompany them to their last step. Either we will return with the answer, or we will know truly if all hope is lost." She glanced off at a hovering mote of magic. "Why are you watching him?" She stepped closer and could see what was in it. She burst into soft laughter. "Even removed as a stud, it seems he enjoys the role. Figures, let him off the hook and now he gets to rutting."

Celestia coughed softly. "Y-yes, well. Please, be careful. The past sounds to be a very dangerous place. I would hate for anything bad to happen to you there."

Luna suddenly prodded Celestia in the chest. "Before that, I have questions, and I know you have the answers. You will arm me for this task with knowledge, and I will accept no evasion." Her voice left little room to doubt her intent. "Attempt to deny me, and you will lose all sweet privileges for a month."

Author's Note

https://www.surveymonkey.com/results/SM-VCXXCCLF/

The operators are restless. Kyle finally enjoys some Trixie time, and the Royal Sisters have a talk...

Are things making more sense, or less? Was this all a typo?