Equestria

Coraline was ripped out of the world moments before the sun crested the horizon. Ripped out and plunged into another. A basement.

"You're not getting away this time!" Organized Chaos aimed her horn at Coraline and Susan and lifted them both off the floor with her telekinesis. "Damn it, you've been fucking everypony else in town but me! It's not fair!"

"Oh." Coraline spread her wings and started flapping, bucking, and clawing at the magic around her. "So it's fine to kidnap people, transform them against their will, and then rape them, but oh no, your precious libido can't handle a little time without being fucking stroked?"

"Look, if it was a month or two, no problems. I haven't been fucked properly in so long that there's cobwebs!" Turning to glare at Susan, Organized furrowed her brows. "And you! Anal sex doesn't count, no matter how much I told you it did while I was horny. Mistakes were made and I need my field plowed!"

"No, you need your power checked." All eyes turned to her as Starlight Glimmer's horn lit up. "I've been investigating your little games, Organized Chaos, and what I've found is not what nice ponies do. You're under arrest for foalnapping, forcefully shapechanging others, creation of corrupting items, and the improper manufacture of sexual novelties."

Landing on her hooves first, Coraline dropped to all fours safely and looked up at Starlight with a big, silly grin. "Wait, what was that last one?"

"One reason Twilight keeps saddling me with this job is I memorized all the laws. All of them. There's a statute that lewd devices can only be assembled without a license for personal use. These butt plugs were not for personal use, so they are in violation of statute 14 of the industrialization limitation law 3b i through vi."

Susan looked around and tried to familiarize herself with the situation that was unfolding. "So we don't have to screw this crazy unicorn?"

"I think that's exactly what she's saying. Why now? Not that I'm complaining about a well-timed entrance." Ruffling her wings, Coraline glared at Organized. "Look, we have things under control on the other end, but this was still a pretty fucked up thing to do. Hell, if you'd just asked us nicely we might have agreed to give it a shot. There was no need for all this mind-controling crap."

Her eyes widening, Organized tried to shake her head no.

"Mind-control? You didn't mention that, Coraline. What exactly is going on with those things and what kind of control are we talking about?" Starlight had a personal distaste for such magics—she knew how messed up they could leave ponies.

Earth

Coraline, straining still not to hump at the air, spread her wings. "Okay, let's do this."

Spreading his wings as the sun warmed him up, Spicy Hot stepped to the edge of the building and climbed the low railing then jumped off in the morning air. Did he believe in Chelsea's religion? Not particularly, but he believed in her magic. Shouting with excitement, he spread his wings as wide as he could and started to fly.

Stretching, Celeste arched her back. Her nakedness hadn't been a problem five minutes earlier, and among friends it wasn't a problem now she was human again. Human and female. "I need about a day of sleeping. C'mon."

Steven let out a little whine. "But blowjo—" His own yawn interrupted him to the point where he had to stop trying to speak and just let his body get it out of his system. "You're probably right. I'm sure Rich—Spicy will find someone to bang."

Left trying to pick her things up with her hands—naked—Chelsea watched as Jasmine collected her candles for her. "Th-Thanks."

"No problems. Let me know if I come on too strong. I like to tease some of Rich—Spicy's friends, but he actually told me to cut you some slack. I've never seen him surrounded by so many girls." Passing the candles to Chelsea, Jasmine had not a single problem being naked around others, though she normally preferred the others to be wearing a collar—her collar.

"That was so cool! Where'd you get that knife?" Fredrica was wearing Jasmine's collar, but she was too hyped up to even think about being in character.

"I made it myself. It's bronze, but I had a friend show me how to cast it and make it. Sh-She was a lot more into this stuff than I was—a-am." Taking a deep breath, Chelsea had to tell herself, We're just skyclad. This was a Wiccan ritual. Just relax and ignore the dominatrix and her… her… "I'm sorry. I've never met anyone like—like you two before. Is there something I'm supposed to say or not say?"

Jasmine let out a breath of relief. "I was thinking the same thing. I don't want to tread on any toes, not with the fun we had today with one of your toys. How about we promise not to take offense if you don't, and we promise to explain things if we go wrong?"

"Yes! I mean, that's great, thank you. Okay, I'll start with a better introduction. Hi, I'm Chelsea Manning. I'm a witch who practices Wicca."

"My name's Fredrica Smith. I'm a junior partner at a law firm here. I'm Jasmine's cute pet and sometimes tool to use on others—"

"Or myself. Sometimes I like having someone tell me—I'm getting carried away. My name's Jasmine Townsend, I'm what's called a domme, though as I was just saying, sometimes I like a rough game or two, which is when I get my wonderful pet here to cast off her collar."

"I wasn't going to complicate it with that." Leaning against Jasmine, Fredrica sighed happily when one strong arm wrapped around her shoulders. "It's not for everyone, but it's for us."

That was something Chelsea could appreciate. "I guess that's the same for me and witchcraft. It just feels right." It was just lifestyle, after all. Chelsea was hardly one to deride others, even if she didn't feel herself bound to not causing harm.

Deciding she'd had as much of a life-sharing moment as she was going to without freaking Chelsea out completely, Jasmine changed the topic. "I wonder how long they'll be out flying for?"

"Given how much Coraline seems to enjoy flying? Probably a while. I should see if I can make something that gives me wings and a horn." Tapping her chin, Chelsea felt a slight breeze and realized she was still just standing there naked. "Spending most of the day as a unicorn, I forget how cold it can get without a nice fuzzy coat. Would you like something in particular?"

Fredrica caught on first. "Oh, uh, I was kinda hoping for something naughty involving a big monster having its way with an innocent woman." She nuzzled against Jasmine's neck.

Catching on, Jasmine tickled Fredrica under the chin. "But who will be the monster?"

Suppressing a yawn with the mighty power of the back of her hand, Chelsea turned toward the apartment. "Look, just figure it out and get back to me in about seven hours, okay? If you see Spicy before I wake up, tell him I'm commandeering his bed for the morning."

When Chelsea woke, it was to find Spicy pressed against her, still asleep. Without so much as a thought, she reached her hand out and started rubbing his ear and, in his sleep, Spicy snuggled against her and reached a wing around her hip to hold on tighter.

While she was used to snuggling with someone fuzzy, Chelsea wasn't used to waking up with a clingy bat pony in her bed. Well, his bed. Still, petting and scratching his ears seemed to work well to keep him from waking up.

Though, despite having the best snuggle of his life, Spicy Hot did wake up. It was a slow affair, though. His mind slowly coming to consciousness, but being pleasantly fuzzy still from the attention to his sensitive ears. Eventually, though, he couldn't keep a happy sigh from his throat and nuzzled against Chelsea's soft belly.

"You're awake?" Chelsea asked.

"Mmhmm." Spicy didn't feel like talking.

Surprised that he hadn't reacted more, Chelsea asked, "How long for?"

"Eh."

"You're like a big cat, you know that?" By all measures, Chelsea should be freaking out at waking up in her boss' bed to find him cuddling her, but the few nights she'd spent with Steven and Celeste had taken the edge off her nerves, to say nothing of watching strip shows at her new work.

Spicy nuzzled up to just under Chelsea's breasts—but not all the way to them. "Purr…" he said, trailing the word off.

"Was flying fun?" Remembering what she'd talked to Jasmine about, Chelsea couldn't help but think of herself flying.

"Mmhmm." Using his wings, Spicy tugged at Chelsea, turning her enough that her belly was on the bed and he could get on top of her. Bringing his hips up to her rump, he just lay down on her rear and let his shaft rest along her crack.

Good little witches didn't get to lay in bed just past midday while a horny stallion hot-dogged them, but Chelsea had learned that she was an exceptional witch. Biting her lip, she looked back at Spicy over her shoulder. "You—uh—going to do anything more with that?"

In answer, and not wanting to break his run of not talking, Spicy tensed his hips—pushing his shaft forward and sliding it up to the small of her back before easing it back down.

"You're probably enjoying this a lot more than I am." That said, Chelsea had to admit that it was somewhat enjoyable. When he proved that to her, by repeating the motion, Chelsea couldn't help but let out a happy groan.

"Mmm." Spicy didn't let up. He rocked his hips forward and back and, eventually, painted his belly and Chelsea's back with his seed. It was the first time he'd had sex with a woman in some time, but he found his sexual alignment had been slipping of late—besides, she had a tight butt.

Chelsea could feel the wet, squelchy mess on her back and sighed. "Now we have to clean up. Guess we both needed a shower anyway."

"Nah. The spa will be warm and cozy, and it's built for cleaning up after these little meetings." Climbing up, Spicy almost purred for real at the messy feel of his bellyfur pulling free of Chelsea's back. "And if you want, I could arrange for you to start the day off with four legs. Could take care of any itches you have while I'm at it."

"The thought of turning me into a stallion and jacking me off just got you hard again, didn't it?" Chelsea waited for Spicy to climb free of the bed before she stood up and followed him. She could feel the mess he'd made slowly dripping down her back, but she figured she could make it somewhere safe before she created a mess.

"Always does—always will." Trotting into the bathroom, Spicy Hot jumped into the water and wing-paddled over to the controls for the tub.

Chelsea stepped down into the water just as the jets started. "Won't this make the water, err, nasty?"

"You're the second person to ask me that in two days. Blah blah big filter. Now come here for a snuggle." As he spoke, Spicy started to turn and flick his wet tail aside.

"You know that plug isn't nearly as hypnotic as the others, and I can resist it anyway?" Despite her words, Chelsea floated across to Spicy and used her hands to work at his belly. She found his penis, and like she'd gathered he was rock hard.

"Yeah, but I believe in equal opportunity," Spicy said, groaning when she took his shaft in her hand and started to stroke. "You're good at that."

"Steven and Celeste have been giving me some practice." Though she wanted to jack him off fully, Chelsea instead opted to just give-in and nuzzle the base of the permanent plug in Spicy. The change was slow, almost as languid and relaxed as Chelsea felt. Her teeth sharpened and her snout pushed forward—darkly colored.

His eyes closed, Spicy held onto the tub's side with his forelegs and just let his wings float out to each side. He'd been surprised to find Chelsea in his bed, and hadn't planned to do anything naughty with her, but then she'd woken him up in such a wonderful way—and had don't the exact opposite of protest when he made advances.

"You could say I was a bit repressed. Maybe its how relaxed and friendly everyone is, or maybe its the feel of a penis growing between my legs, but it feels right—Did you just orgasm?"

"How could I not? You were playing my song!" Looking back at Chelsea, Spicy flashed her his best smile. "It makes me wonder what gets Chelsea Manning off? What little kink makes your knees buckle and your shaft twitch? What makes you cum buckets just from thinking about it?"

As the prickly feeling of her body's changes continued, Chelsea struggled to keep her mind on the job at hand. "I haven't really experienced that much. How would I know what gets me like turning girls into guys gets you?" A little bump was starting to form on the permanent base of the plug in Spicy's rear.

"Well, you liked me hot-dogging you earlier, I could tell by all the moans you kept struggling not to make. But this is more intellectual. Something that just turns all the switches in your brain to oh-fuck yes at once." Spicy started sketching a little circle with his butt, making Chelsea chase his plugged tailhole.

Chelsea felt the urge to turn around and impale herself on his growing plug, but she had a better idea. Fighting the mental trusts of the toy's magic, she wrapped both arms around Spicy's belly and pulled him back while she found a seat on the bench in the spa. "That's the thing. I don't know. There's nothing that really…"

"You trailing-off makes me wonder if you haven't thought of something." Though he hadn't expected the move, Spicy was willing to concede it was a good one. His head might be resting against Chelsea's breasts, but he also had her shaft jutting out between his back legs—hard as a rock—as he sat on her lap.

"I guess what is doing it for me with Steven and Celeste is—Steven and Celeste. They're in a relationship, and I like sliding into that and—and being enjoyed by both of them." As she spoke, Chelsea found herself slumping into the water a little. Spicy had taken matters into his own hooves and was rubbing her shaft. "That feels good."

"Hrmm. Being watched? Interfering in a relationship? Being adored by partners? Cuckolding?" As he read off a laundry-list of things it could be, Spicy squirmed his butt a little, pressing more firmly into Chelsea's belly.

"I mean, just naming them isn't really doing anything for me."

Feeling Chelsea's breasts shrink, Spicy made a happy little murring sound. "Let's start at the end. Would you like to deny Celeste access to her darling Steven while you make sure she knows you're fucking him?"

"N-Not really. I don't think—I'm starting to shrink. This is a really slow set of changes."

"It's because I'm just rubbing my butt on you. The plug, remember?" Stroking Chelsea a little slower, Spicy moved on. "Would you like to relax on a soft bed, just leaning back and letting Celeste and Steven crouch at your groin and lick your—Oh, there we go."

Chelsea was biting down hard as the image Spicy had conjured in her head made her shaft start to shake and her balls rumble. Reaching down and putting her own hands around his hooves, she started pumping her cock fast.

"Worship," Spicy said before he bent forward and closed his mouth over Chelsea's tip. The taste of her seed blasting into his mouth made him even more horny too as he indulged his fetish while Chelsea discovered hers.

Panting, Chelsea stared into nothingness as her mind shook at the revelation of what she wanted. "Fuck."

Spicy Hot waited until she was done blowing her load before pulling back and licking her shaft clean. "Good fuck?"

"What's it mean, though? Do I want to enslave them or something? Do I want—" Her words were cut short as Spicy hugged her penis against his own. Still sensitive, all she could do was let out a soft whine.

"It means you have a fetish. Unsurprising. It doesn't mean you want to do bad things. Talk to Steven and Celeste about it. I can't believe the sexy bat pony in your lap is giving you parental advice. Should I charge for this? I feel I should charge for thi—" It was Spicy's turn to be cut off as Chelsea closed her hands around both their shafts, pinning them together as she started to stroke up and down with her wet fingers.

"Charge for something you love doing? Admit it, Spicy Hot, you love poking and prodding at people—in both senses of the word." As she spoke in his ear, Chelsea could feel the changes slowly tingling their way down her arms. Her hands would change to hooves soon, but she wanted to get them both off one more time before then.

Biting back a whimper, Spicy nodded. It was complete and utter defeat, and he loved it. He noticed the fluff flowing down Chelsea's arms, even watched as it reached her wrists. The further proof of her changes—as if her erection pressed against his wasn't enough—only turned Spicy on more, but he wanted to test something. "You're cock is so amazing. It feels so good to feel it pressed against mine. I just want—want to be like this forever."

Chelsea's reaction was swift and all-encompassing. Her mind and body clenched down on those words together and her hands sped up to furiously pump both their shafts until twin fountains of stallion seed shot into the air and back down into the water.

Squirming in joy, Spicy Hot watched as Chelsea's hands changed. At first her fingers just melded together, but as they did they also grew a single, hard hoof on their ends. As the changes took away all her manual dexterity, her tight grip around both their shafts dissolved and she was left just carefully holding them both between her hooves.

The feel of the rest of her body turning into a small stallion made Chelsea let out a little nicker of delight. There was something right about being a pony—though she knew part of that was the magic of the plug. Unlike Spicy, she lacked wings but had her horn.

Chelsea didn't need to see her horn to know it was there. Magic pooled in her body and she could feel it in the world around her. Lifting Spicy carefully with her telekinesis, she set him on the couch beside her and felt one of his wings curl around her back.

"Well, we found a fetish of yours. What's curious is that this one is, as far as we know, only applicable to you as a stallion." Pausing a moment, Spicy shook his head. "No, it'd probably work with you as a woman, I just haven't had much experience with that. You could ask Steven and Celeste to help with that."

"Wh-What?!"

"Come on, you don't expect to keep this thing in the closet now, do you? You've experienced Celeste's big kink first-hand, after all. The least you can do is tell her yours and help each other reach your goals." Spicy pulled his wing back from Chelsea and launched himself into the water to paddle around.

"What do you mean? What's her kink?"

Pumping his legs for all he was worth—and enjoying the heck out of it—Spicy rolled his eyes at the question. "Let me put it this way. A month ago she was an estate agent who was curious to learn more about a certain hot owner of a local nightclub."

"Huh?"

"Exhibitionism. You should see how perky her nipples get when she walks on stage naked. It's like—like she comes alive. Celeste is a great actress, and when she gets eyes on her skin, she becomes an amazing one." Paddling over to the steps to get out, Spicy got out of the water and shook himself to partial dryness. "You know, I never realized how much I'd enjoy the little parts of this. Thank you."

"Hold on." Focusing on warmth, Chelsea climbed from the tub as well and used her magic to spread the warmth over Spicy and herself like a blanket. The heat chased the water out of their coats, eventually soaking into their flesh and making both sigh contentedly.

"You"—Spicy Hot arched his back and shook again, fluffing all his fur up—"you I could fall in love with. Thank you."

Sometimes Chelsea could feel a sense of comedy when Spicy was joking. Surprisingly, she didn't feel that with him right now. "No problems. Now, I imagine your sister is going to have a request, and I think we should try to build up a bigger stock of plugs, so if you want, we could work on that?"

"For that you'd need to have one in you now. I guess I'm the perfect source of these things, but I have a club to run. Oh!" Spicy pranced to the door with a huge grin on his snout. "Two griffs, one butt plug—as the saying goes."

Jasmine held the toy in her hand. "You're going to have me work to keep this little business going, aren't you? In trade for access to these toys."

Grinning enough to show off his fangs, Spicy Hot nodded. "And you get to have some fun with your little pet. That's a randomized one, so each time she makes a new plug, it'll be a different species."

"Randomized? Like the last one, then. We just got lucky to both get wings, I suppose. Well, thank you both, we'll make a little game of this." Jasmine bit her lip, Fredrica had spent most of the morning discussing what to do while tag-teaming a bank executive in her basement. The truth was they both wanted to dominate someone with this, and that meant they would probably both be switching several times today. "One other thing, did you perhaps have a stage for us to put on a little show? Maybe some audience participation and transformation?" The way she said the last word made even Jasmine's libido kick into gear. Down girl, she thought.

"I hadn't thought of that angle. We were charging $100 for a choice of plugs, and then immediately removing them, but a little event—if you're fine to organize such—could result in a very good way of making some extra revenue streams out of this. The club will take a third of your profits, of course, since this is the venue and we provide the plugs. Most important thing, we get all the plugs back at the end." Spicy rubbed his chin with a wing-claw. "What equipment do you need? Anything we need to fabricate?"

"Cages. I only have two good ones, but only one of them has access to the rear of a subject. I want four cages of various sizes, each large enough for just one man to fit in them, and a way to access the rear of the caged individual. Can you get that by tonight?" Jasmine knew Spicy's answer before he even gave it.

Spicy nodded. "Yes. I know just the guy to help with this."

When Spicy and Chelsea walked up to the bar, Coraline was still on the phone with their delivery driver. "Yeah. We'll need that by tomorrow night. I know. Yeah, the afternoon is fine. Thanks, Pete." Hanging up, she raised an eyebrow at the pair. "I'd ask if it was a coincidence that my little cuz is wearing your colors, but given where Jasmine said she slept, I doubt it. What can I do for you, boss?"

"Call Gwen's shop, I need to talk to her dad and get some items made. Rush job." Spicy flapped his wings to get up to the stool before reaching down to help Chelsea up too.

Settling on the chair, Chelsea had to admire how tall her cousin was to be able to stand behind the bar and work it despite her changes. "Can I get a water, please?"

Tilting to the side a little, Coraline grabbed a glass with her wing while she dialed the phone with her talons. Pouring the water and waiting for Gwendolyn to answer was showing off, as was passing the glass across to Chelsea and saying, "Hey, Gwen. Yeah, still all feathers and hooves, but Richard—call him Spicy now—has a job for your dad. Here he is."

Coraline passed the phone to Spicy and made herself a water too. "So, I take it you woke up in the mood, huh?"

"Not really. He's just persuasive." Chelsea couldn't hide her grin behind the clear glass, but she did try. "What about you? You seemed to have enjoyed your time in that other world."

It was Coraline's turn to be a little embarrassed. "She was amazing. When Susan and I appeared in Organized's basement—she's the mare who made the plugs in the first place—Starlight was waiting to ambush her." Sighing a little trill from her beak, Coraline glanced off into the distance of her memories. "Victory sex is the best."

Snorting, though thankfully without a mouth full of water, Chelsea let out a sigh. "Okay, I gotta admit, this is the best change in my life ever. It's not all that straightforward, but I'm a witch—everything needs to be convoluted for the world to feel right."

"Then you must be a pretty great witch. Maybe you'll want to get a plug, eventually, that lets you go to Equestria. You could study magic there. I'll talk to Starlight tomorrow morning about it, if you want?"

"That—That would be good. There's a lot I've been able to do with these toys, but it feels like I'm just tinkering with something that's already here, you know? I haven't been able to make anything new yet." Chelsea faced the fact, though she didn't like it, that she would need to go to Equestria if she wanted to learn more about magic. "That means I need to decide on a form, too, and—and accept that I'll be a stallion for the rest of my life."

"It's not so bad. I mean, you've spent a little time as one already. Do you think you could deal with it okay?"

Thinking over her time since waking up, Chelsea didn't do a thing to stop herself from blushing. Every moment with Spicy had been fun, but she knew one thing would lack once she committed. "Spicy would be upset, I think."

"Really? And when did his personal desires become part of your lifestyle concerns?" Coraline went for the jugular—of the conversation.

"When you share moments like—like we just shared, I kinda start feeling for people. I don't know why." Chelsea loaded some sarcasm in her last words, but was surprised when a wing closed around her back and pulled her closer to Spicy.

"Ze wings of Spicy are upon you." Holding his hoof up to Chelsea's lips, Spicy shook his head. "Non. No need to speak. I know your deepest desires—I am Pepe Le Pew, your lover." Kissing Chelsea's jaw, Spicy nuzzled and all-but pulled her onto his lap. "Now, come with me to the casbah."

For a moment Chelsea was caught between actual intimacy and a bout of giggles that wouldn't be denied. Both won out in the end, and she was left both aroused and trying to hold back actual laughter. "W-What?"

Looking to Coraline, Spicy winked. "Can you call me an Uber? I need to go talk to David Carver in bat."

Coraline let Spicy and Chelsea go together in the Uber while she focused on getting the club ready for another day. She called the staff who should have been working to confirm they'd be there, she made sure that the cleaners were done and everything was spotless, and she even greeted Alejandro when the big man came into the bar. "Afternoon, sir, Richard's out right now, but I had your suit dry-cleaned."

"Little chica, you are amazing. I will wait for the big man to discuss business." Alejandro Sanchez couldn't have been happier with his night, and to find this level of service on his return was a delight. He'd been to top-rated hotels that had been less efficient. "Virgin margarita."

"There's a few recipes for that one. The best I know is sparkling lemon-lime soda, OJ, and lime juice." Coraline started reaching for the ingredients before Alejandro froze her with a very suave and friendly smile.

"A better way. Orange juice, lime juice, sweet and sour, and simple syrup, four times their measure with club soda. May I?" Gesturing to the bar, Alejandro smiled a little wider when Coraline started passing the various bottles up. He began with a shaker and started with the single measures. "If you added a smooth tequila to this, you would barely notice it was missing."

When he was done, Coraline noticed him slide the drink over toward her. She lifted it, and brought out some salt and a lemon—painting the rim and then dusting it with salt. She took a sip. "That's good. Mind if I try?"

Alejandro felt more comfortable with Coraline now he knew she was discrete. "Go ahead, chica." He liked using the feminine term, despite knowing Coraline was a muchacho. He watched her repeat his actions and measures exactly, her talons very flexible and capable. It reminded him of his own body the previous night.

Making the drink exactly as Alejandro had, Coraline garnished the rim with lemon and salt, then put a wedge of lemon onto the rim. Passing it over, she didn't for a second think of talking price. "How was it?"

Without having lifted the drink to his lips yet, Alejandro know what she was asking. "Power. Aggression. Exhilaration." The words took careful pronunciation to say without stumbling and using the Spanish ones. Whenever he got excited, Alejandro would start salting his language with his native tongue. "At the very least I'd like to feel that again. Ideally, I'd like to buy that toy."

"It's not as easy as you might think—adjusting to a new body. There's a million little things that get in the way and a few big ones. Your best bet would be to talk to Spicy—that's the name Richard changed to now he's gone all-in." The drink, Coraline had to admit, was very good. She sipped it slowly, just like a normal margarita, and admired how the taste played over her tongue.

Relaxing more by the seconds, Alejandro had realized these people weren't just being nice to him for his money—they were kindred spirits. "That bat pony form?"

"He has a thing for it."

"Why'd you go with a hippogriff, may I ask?"

"The roll of a dice. I'd been unwise in the selection of people I let put a collar on me on stage, and was stuck at the end of the night with a collar I couldn't take off and a limited amount of time before my neck would grow much thicker. I grabbed the randomized plug. I don't know why, looking back, but it seemed like a good idea to just let things ride." Sipping down the last of her mocktail, Coraline started making another.

"A difficult situation, handled well though. You are a mix of predator and prey. You can fly. You have hands." Alejandro counted off the features he could identify readily on his hand. "Some would call getting la polla a bonus, too."

Coraline's Spanish wasn't as complete as it could be, but she knew the more common term for cock when she heard it. "I'm warming up to it. There's a special someone who I like, and she likes me, who likes it a lot."

Pushing his empty glass over, Alejandro almost considered getting a proper cocktail, but he still had business to discuss. "That's important. My hombre, when I went home, became ravenous. He—That's not really a polite topic."

Discarding the idea of polite topics in the club, Coraline asked, "He liked it?"

"At first, no. He came at me with a kitchen knife, screaming something about the Devil. When I convinced him it was me—and found out the knife couldn't cut dragon scales—he was far more interested. There are legends, mostly from the east, about the virility of dragons. All true." Taking another drink from Coraline, Alejandro turned his head when he heard hooves on the hard floor of the bar. "Rich—Sorry, Spicy."

"Mr. Sanchez! I hope my employee has made your stay comfortable?" Prancing along beside Chelsea, Spicy felt obliged to be the most dramatic one in the room—despite walking beside an actual unicorn.

"Please, call me Alejandro. Your assistant has been keeping me most entertained. We even shared drinks." Lifting his glass, he gestured with it to Coraline and then took a sip. "I came to buy two of those wonderful little toys off you."

Spicy opened his mouth to reply, but then paused on his path to vehement refusal. "You wouldn't have come here just to argue price more. What's your angle?"

"I am glad your bartender isn't the only smart one working here." Alejandro sipped at his mocktail again. "I'd like to buy-in. A partner, as it were, who is content to see his money used with little expectation of profit, but one who gains access to the products." Holding up a finger, he took another sip before continuing. "And one who wishes advice from his business partner in the process of making a seamless transition to permanency."

"Oh." Now deciding it was time to think very critically, Spicy Hot took in Alejandro Sanchez's suit, relaxed demeanor, and briefcase as a full picture. "You have a proposal?"

"Several. Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more relaxed?" Alejandro nodded to the lift at the side of the bar.

"My thoughts exactly." Still prancing, Spicy Hot made his way to the lift and pressed the button while Alejandro leaned forward and whispered something to Coraline that made her blush under her feathers.

When the two businessmen were in the lift and the door was closed, Chelsea glared at Coraline. "What did he say?" She had to jump to make it onto a stool at the bar.

"He just—" Coraline bit her lip and thought over the words. "He told me things that reminded me about some friends, and how I didn't need to be so narrow-minded."

"Okay, guess we're being cryptic on that one. I just spent an hour discussing cages to hold humans. Am I a bad person?" Chelsea reached over and pulled Coraline's drink closer, then sipped at it. "Ooh, that's good."

Coraline reached out and poked Chelsea on the nose with a perfectly placed boop. "Careful, it'll go right to your head."

"This is alcoholic?!"

"No. It's a mocktail. Want another?"

Equestria

When Coraline slipped into Equestria again, everything was different. She wasn't in a basement. She wasn't stuck in a town in the middle of nowhere. She definitely wasn't alone. "Starlight? Where's Susan?"

"Welcome to the Castle of Friendship. Susan is in her own room—I have a friend explaining all this to her. In short, I've adjusted the target location for all the enchantments to pull to this castle, slotting everycreature into their own rooms. The castle is really good about that bit." Blushing, Starlight Glimmer leaned forward and kissed Coraline on the cheek. "However, I managed to adjust yours to my bedroom."

"Hold on. Castle? How big is this place that your room is—" Shaking her head, Coraline realized she wasn't asking the right questions. "Y-You said you were on a special mission, but you're not just an undercover cop, are you?"

"Not exactly. I guess I should spill all the beans, much as they are spillable. Everypony in Equestria has heard about what I did by now." Sitting on the edge of her bed, Starlight let out a sigh. "I felt lost after my foalhood friend left and took it out on a whole town by stealing their will to live and controlling every aspect of their lives, and when somepony stopped me, I tried to damn all of Equestria to Tartarus just to get petty revenge on the one pony who actually saw past everything and wanted to help me and now she put me in charge of her old castle and her school and I—"

Coraline's soft beak had stopped Starlight quite effectively, silencing her as the intensity and speed of her confession was winding toward a crescendo. When she pulled back, she went in for another kiss.

When their kissing kept restarting over and over, Starlight had to wonder where everything was going. She had guests waiting to greet Coraline, so sex was probably out of the question. Breaking her lips away with reluctance, she let out a sight. "There're some ponies downstairs I'd like you to meet."

Coraline, already at half-mast, had to drag herself back from pouncing on Starlight. "Meet? Uh, what kind of ponies? Should I know them?"

"Well, you know two of them. The other is a friend of mine." Starlight bit her lower lip. "Come on, Susan should be meeting us down there too."

The first hall and flight of stairs impressed Coraline. In her mind she was running through the idea that her girlfriend lived in an honest-to-god castle. Then the grand staircase that went down five flights took her breath away, and finally into a huge great hall where the visitors Starlight had mentioned were waiting—along with Susan.

Coraline recognized Buttered Bread as the mare Susan had been talking to at the Inn, and she definitely recognized Organized Chaos, but there was a very tall pony with a golden crown on her head as well as two big stallions standing behind her (though they were nowhere near as large as the crowned pony). "Uh, hi?"

"This is your friend, Starlight?" Twilight Sparkle, princess of Equestria, couldn't keep the wide smile back from her face. When her friend had confessed how she'd fallen for a hippogriff from another world, Twilight had been over the moon.

"She is. Twilight, this is Coraline." Nervous energy bubbled through Starlight. Twilight wasn't her father, but bringing the two together felt almost as nerve-wracking. "She was the second that Organized Chaos' enchanted objects fully trapped."

American born and bred, Coraline nonetheless knew you don't just call royalty by their first name unless you know them really well. "Miss, uh, Your Highness Twilight? Sorry, I don't know how to use all those titles, but I think you're the one who sent Starlight to find out what was going on in the town?"

"Just call me Twilight, please. I just wish we didn't have to meet under these circumstances." Twilight turned her eyes and smile to the side—to Organized Chaos. "This is when you stand up and apologize."

Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, Organized stood up. Behind her, the two Royal Guard made a sound like they shifted in their armor. She definitely wasn't stupid enough to try anything with the princess of friendship and two of her guard present. Truth be told, she had to admit to herself she wouldn't have tried anything anyway. "I'm sorry. I got carried away and—and made a lot of bad decisions. Decisions that have affected your world and yourselves terribly."

"Oddly enough, things are working out. I can't speak for Susan, but my friends have gotten the hang of the toys and my cousin has even modified some to preselect species and stop the teleportation thingy from happening." Looking at Susan, Coraline tried to look apologetic. "She even dialed down the—uh—arousal problem."

"You have unicorns in your world?" Twilight looked to Starlight in some confusion. "You said they don't have any magic there."

Remembering something Chelsea had gotten her to promise, Coraline cleared her throat a little to interrupt. "Well, my cousin turned into a unicorn when she used one of the things. She also wants to know if you'd be willing to teach her magic if she—if she volunteered to come over."

"You mean she'd use one of the toys, modifying her species forever, just to study magic here?" Starlight stared at Coraline. "You can't be serious. Of course you're serious. This would mean—" Cutting off and organizing her thoughts, Starling relaxed. "The School of Friendship's doors would be open to her."

"As would Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. There's no better place in Equestria for a unicorn to gain a firm hoofhold on magic." Twilight looked at Starlight and stuck her tongue out. "That said, I understand the specifics of the enchantments will make things a little awkward, though I'm sure we will be able to find somepony to volunteer."

Starlight stared at Twilight in a state of shock. "Y-You mean you would ask—"

"No, Starlight. I believe there are well-priced mares in Canterlot who the crown could afford to pay once every few days. This is not a difficult issue." The look Twilight saw on Starlight's face had her chuckling. "So, please, let your cousin know there's a place for her to study magic here."

Coraline couldn't help but snort. "I'll pass that on to her. Are there really pony brothels?" The question would have eaten away at Coraline if she hadn't asked it, though, she quickly reflected, she could have asked somepony other than the ruler.

"Of course." Warming to one of her favorite topics—even if it was couched in a service she didn't use herself—Twilight began explaining friendship. "Some ponies have a special talent relating to it while others just like putting big smiles on other ponies' faces. Either way, they are excellent at reducing stress in a community.

"Perhaps, with a little work, we could establish a mirror here to send people back and forth. It would certainly reduce the need for such crude devices."

"So, uh, do you need me for anything else?" Coraline's eyes flicked to Starlight's and she couldn't help but blush just a little.

"I believe Starlight wishes to teach you more about friendship." Twilight knew exactly what Coraline was about. "I believe I'll spend a little more time talking with Organized Chaos here."

Author's Note

Ask Chelsea : Have you think about modifying these plugs to change users into an anthro instead of the feral form?

Shrugging her equine shoulders, Chelsea sighed. "I can only adjust them for the races of Equestria, I think. I picture traits and its like an image just pops into being in my head. So I think of cats and I got griffons and the upright cat thing. I figure if I go there and meet some of the people I'll get a much better idea of what I can do."

So I do this "Ask X" thing. X can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and they will definitely, hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories, and they will answer the best question in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer. Try to keep it to one question per post! They will pick one question per chapter.

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