Twilight stared at herself in the mirror, she was completely naked but there was no water running in the restroom. She had actually suggested forcibly impregnated another pony, an alternate version of one of her best friends. What’s worse, she actually hadn’t found fault with the suggestion until almost two hours after the announcement of punishment had been stated. Her head was getting more messed up than she thought, she was losing herself to the mental echoes of the other her.

Her punishment hadn’t helped, probably hasted the process if she had to guess. Sunset Shimmer had displayed some terrible workplace ethics when she had been annoyingly unprofessional with her sexual teasing and advancements. Blowing on and in Twilight’s ears when the purple mare was trying to relax or moving through the halls, even when Twilight was carrying objects that would be potentially ruined if she lost her focus; repeatedly pinching Twilight’s rear in a sexually playful manner, which Twilight didn’t start to feel until two days to the end of her week-long punishment; playing with Twilight’s breasts and teats at a wide variety of times, which was more sexually stimulating thanks to that brand Spike had used on her; and a variety of other actions that would typically be inexcusable in the workplace. Sunset just didn’t get away with it all; she was actively encouraged by Spike to do such things.

One of the few saving graces, from what Twilight could see, was the fact that Sunset wasn’t entirely responsible for who worked in her facility. That said, Sunset’s overtly exaggerated homosexual tendencies made Twilight’s time at the facility worse. Twilight respected Sunset’s ability to make incredible feats of magical engineering when given the time and resources to do so, such as the spell charge batteries made it so that ponies didn’t need to entirely rely on unicorns to operate or infuse magical devices.

Even so, Twilight could barely recognize herself, when she and Pinkie finally did get home would they be able to fully recognize themselves? Twilight suddenly remembered she had cast a memory spell on her other self from across a breach created by Discord; chances were more than memories of their time in each other’s realities got exchanged. After all, she had no idea how a trans-dimensional breach could affect a spell cast that passes between two worlds. “I can’t believe I did something so reckless,” Twilight muttered to herself, “that’s usually Rainbow’s sort of thing. Well, to be honest, she has been getting less reckless since I first met her. But suggest something like that, how could it take me so long to realize such I had suggested such a morally objectionable question? How did Pinkie not call me out on it? Thank goodness Rarity took the option that involved looking her sister, I really don’t want to hear about the option I made being instituted.”

Twilight heard the sound of the steps being ascended by a set of hooves; she silently hoped it was Pinkie. When Twilight threw on her peach-colored bathrobe and stepped outside the restroom she was immediately disappointed and confused, The mare that had tormented her for a week was standing before her. Sunset Shimmer was standing before Twilight, completely naked save for her collar, horn ring, and gold armband. The symbol of a purple and green sun behind six different kind of wrenches and six white tinted translucent beakers was a sight Twilight was hoping to score from her mind along with mare that bore the sign after she had returned home.

“Master Spike said you had the schematic of a project for me along with a list,” said Sunset in a cheery voice, “along with a list of materials I’ll likely need for the whole thing.”

“Nothing physical,” said Twilight, “all information pertaining to the project is to be purged from the minds of everyone who worked on it after completion. It’s something Spike doesn’t want any other dragons, or successive Dragonlords, replicating.”

“A class omega project,” said Sunset in surprise, “I’ve only worked on one other before, at least I think I have, class omega projects are a pain because every memory tied them is purged and replaced with pointless fluff from the minds of random ponies. I’m pretty sure I worked on a class omega project because I have memories working on a farm bucking pear trees from a filly’s point of view where a project from a few years ago should be. Oh, sorry, I’m rambling.”

Twilight blinked in surprise; she hadn’t expected Spike to actually have a protocol for projects that involve straight up removing pony’s memories. “Oh, yes,” said Twilight as regained her composure, “is there a reason you are without attire in my house?”

“Due to the consequences of a personal project in my home not going as planned, said Sunset, "my home ended up in an unknown location, or destroyed in a way that didn’t draw attention; I’ve been sleeping at my office since the incident. Master Spike wasn’t happy when he found out, which was around six hours ago, and ordered me to be your new housemate while a new place of residence is prepared for me.”

Twilight facepalmed, of course, Spike would do something like this to her, this world’s Spike was known for having a bit of twisted sense of humor. “Okay,” said Twilight, “I do have a few spare rooms available, I think, I’m prone to putting reading materials in spaces that see very little traffic or occupancy.”

“Perfectly understandable,” said Sunset, “I’m prone to do something similar with scientific and engineering equipment. I once put a…”

“No need for stories about what you’ve done with your spare rooms,” said Twilight, She then used a version of the memory spell she had used to undue Discord’s influence on her friends to transfer everything about the device she had gotten from the other Twilight. “There you go,” said Twilight when she finished the memory spell with the list of required materials that had followed the schematic layout. Twilight was thankful her ring was now calibrated for doing memory spells.

Sunset blinked a few times as she became acclimated to the new information in her head. “I can see why it’s a class omega project,” said Sunset, “lots of chances for a dragon to do things they shouldn’t.”

“Which is why when we do what we need to,” said Twilight, “we’re going to thoroughly destroy it and turn the most intact pieces into art fixtures scattered throughout Spike’s territory. Now, I’ll show you to your room, and no sexual advancements or teasing while you’re here without my permission.”

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Pinkie was not her usual chipper self, mostly because she had just spent the last three hours in intercourse with another mare. She might have always been down for a party, just not those kinds of parties, even if they did bring smiles to the faces of others. Pinkie had a number of lines she had set for herself that were never intended to be crossed, and casual sex with other ponies was now one of them.

Pinkie closed up the shop; she was thankful her employee hadn’t playfull fondled her in any way. For some reason, Sweetie Drops had been increasingly more promiscuous after Pinkie had gotten back from her punishment. One of the first things Sweetie Drops did to Pinke upon her return was fondle the pink mare’s plot while they were both in the kitchen, then things continued to escalate, and still were. Pinkie didn’t know what Sweetie Drops was planning, but her Pinkie senses told her that it probably wasn’t good.

Pinkie’s expectations and her fears were overly validated when she got to the top of the stairs after closing up. Sweetie Drops had left the door to her room open and was having a three-way with a seafoam green unicorn mare and lime green pegasus mare, the unicorn looked familiar but Pinkie didn’t want to think about such things and rushed to her room. Once she was back in her room she closed and locked the door as best she could. After plunking down on her bed she rubbed her legs, the sensation of being forcefully weakened by Spike as part of her punishment still was felt as soreness in her legs if she jumped one too many times or rushed her movement for a short time. Hopefully, the side effects would die down soon.

Author's Note

Decided I needed to put a little something to explain Twilight’s blindness to her own suggestion better, also show that Twilight and Pinkie are still dealing with lingering effects of their punishment from Spike.