On the Importance of a Good Safe Word

In the end, everyone came out ahead from the debacle.

It took days to get Celestia out from under her own blankets and back into the world again. Her worries that everyone was going to hate her forever and never respect her again now that they knew what a terrible pervert and deviant and evil, evil woman she really was proved entirely unfounded. Equestrians were a forgiving folk. They largely accepted the story about her other-wordly copy, and even those that didn’t were willing to pretend so as not to make her upset. The only real consequence of this odd little outburst was actually a sudden spike in her popularity. It turned out that the public found her quirks quite endearing, because, as one citizen famously stated, “The Princesses are just more fun when they’re a little weird!” Tyrant Sun became quite popular too, often featuring alongside Celestia in a certain kind of what might be politely called ‘speculative fiction.’ No one felt any great need to mention that last part to Celestia though. She’d clearly been through enough.

Twilight found herself the recipient of similar attention, though it was rather more welcome in her case. She had long been an avid reader of ‘speculative fiction,’ as it happened, and now she had more inspirational material than ever. She and Celestia carried on in their relationship, and things were a bit more open than before. It didn’t make the now unavoidable talk on the subject with Twilight’s parents any less awkward, but it was a start.

Luna, too, found a way to profit off of the whole thing. She hadn’t actually had a harem in every city, as Celestia had thought, but, with the sudden realization among the people that Princesses both liked sex and wanted to have more of it, she for damn sure did now. It was glorious.

Even Tryant Sun won out. It took some convincing, but Twilight managed to keep Sun from being banished back to the recesses of Celestia’s psyche, as long as she swore not to try to take over the world any more. It was a condition she readily agreed too, as long as she was allowed the occasional ‘conquest’ of Fort Twilight. And maybe conquest by Twilight, every so often. Everyone involved agreed it was good compromise. It wasn’t cheating if you did it with your lover’s marginally evil alter-ego, after all. Especially if you knew a spell that her good side be there at the same time.

That little talk about mixing magic into the bedroom had filled Twilight’s head with ideas, you see. So many wonderful ideas…