"Okay," Wallflower said, "I get the dragon in the room joke, but literally what's going on? Dragons exist?"

"I don't know about others, but I think—therefore I am Thunderbolt. It's nice to meet you." Moving to a large section of couch halfway between Sunset and Wallflower, Thunderbolt half climbed up so that Marble could sit comfortably and he could still have one wing around her.

Rolling her eyes at the display, Limestone looked across at Sunset. "Hey, wings, you do a mind-zapping thing, right?"

"My name's Sunset, and yeah, I guess. Why?"

"Give it a shot on me. See if it does anything." Limestone reached out her hand that had the blue/red lines trailing down it. "You see, we worked out what I'm good at."

Curious, Sunset stood up and walked across. "It's not going to hurt me, is it?"

"Nope."

Shrugging, Sunset reached out and touched Limestone's arm, expecting to pull herself into the soldier's head. Instead, she was just touching Limestone's arm. Pushing again, Sunset tried tapping other places on her arm. "I can't get in your head."

"Bam. So it's worked on everything so far, though Sonata said to be careful around her sisters." Limestone pulled her hand back. "That's why I want to talk to you. Sonata said Adagio would be the toughest to defend against—so much that even my backups might not work. How did you and your friends break out of their control last time?"

"Nope, you don't want to try that. It took all of us last time to break the spell, and that was only because Sonata was working against them." Sitting back down, Sunset barely got her rump on the couch when a squealing sound came from the front door. "Pink—"

Pinkie Pie rushed into the living room and looked around. "Ohhhhh, what happened?" She pointed at Limestone's arm, then got distracted when she noticed Marble. "Wait! Hold on! Where's Maud?!"

Standing up, Sunset walked up behind her manic girlfriend and pulled her into a hug. She felt Pinkie try to shove into her, but she held back the wave of pink—at least long enough to kiss Pinkie on the neck.

Pinkie, wearing a metal bikini and a metal collar complete with chain, hugged and kissed Sunset—dressed in a vest, shirt, but no pants.

"P-Pinkie! Where's my pants?" Sunset tried to look down, but was too distracted by the press of Pinkie's body against her.

"Remember, you're in my head. Wait! You should be wearing the bikini!" Snapping her fingers, Pinkie Pie quickly reversed the roles and was now the brave space-adventurer finding a buxom redhead chained up. "Sunset! You have boobies!"

Grabbing Pinkie, Sunset slumped backward onto a conveniently placed couch (that hadn't been there a moment earlier) and pulled Pinkie's head down and into her cleavage. She heard Pinkie's stream of giggles stop and felt her girlfriend go a little limp.

Nuzzling and cuddling Sunset, Pinkie let out a long sigh of utter peace. "How'd you know I needed this?"

"Because you always need this, Pinkie."

"Yeah, today I was trying to make a bordelaise sauce but the butter kept separating and I was left with a mess." Not questioning how she can half-bury her face in Sunset's cleavage and talk at the same time, Pinkie lifted her hands to frame Sunset's breasts and made the bikini top disappear.

Showing her own control over Pinkie's dreamscape, Sunset made her breasts a little larger. "What's a bordelaise sauce?"

"I keep forgetting you're not just the most gorgeous woman I've ever met. It's a rich sauce made with wine, and marrow, and butter. It's probably the most decadent thing a meat-eating person could put on meat, but it's soooooo worth it." Halting her description, Pinkie nuzzled at each breast, alternating sides. "I keep forgetting I can't stir the butter in."

Cradling Pinkie against her chest, Sunset started rubbing one of her girlfriend's ears. "Pinkie, do you think it's strange how I came here to not be a pony, and now I'm turning into one anyway?"

"The only problem I see is that when you turn into a pony, I'll only have these to play with in your head." Emphasizing what she meant, Pinkie massaged Sunset's chest—then turned her into a pony.

"H-Hey! Pinkie!"

Lifting Sunset up and looking between her back legs, Pinkie lamented the tragic loss. "Look! They're just little nubs. How am I—You're enjoying that, huh? I guess they're still sensitive?"

Going cross-eyed at the teat massage Pinkie was giving her, Sunset tried to reply but could only moan in approval.

Picking Sunset up and cradling her, Pinkie kept nuzzling, licking, nibbling, and sucking on Sunset's teats. It was only in part to hear her girlfriend's cute moans, because Pinkie was actually surprised to find she enjoyed playing with Sunset's teats. They weren't breasts, but they were nice.

With Pinkie distracted, Sunset eased them out of the shared mind and back into the real world.

Catching Pinkie, Sunset finished the kiss and folded a wing around her back. It never ceased to cause a little confusion as she came back to reality and found the conversation she'd forgotten she was participating in was still paused.

Limestone watched the brief version of Pinkie and Sunset's interaction and had to stop herself from smiling. She'd thought that seeing her sister like this with someone would annoy her more, but seeing how well Sunset seemed to go with whatever it was Pinkie had just done (and Limestone knew her sister well enough that she had just done something) made a little spark of happiness for her sister arc. This left her looking at Thunderbolt.

He was huge so far as humans went. Limestone knew her own strength—and knew it was a little crazy right now—but she doubted she could hope to beat him in an arm wrestle. The protectiveness he showed Marble was a two-edged-sword. Limestone still thought Marble needed to get out more, but seeing someone protect her the same way Limestone wished she could took the edge off her anger.

Limestone had to concede that her younger two sisters both had their love lives in a better shape than she did. "Anyway, the reason we came around was that Wallflower needs somewhere to stay for a few days, and I was hoping you guys would have a spare room or something."

Sunset tried her best to fend off Pinkie, but in the end she just let her girlfriend do what she wanted to—which is generally how Pinkie operated. "Well, I mean, the house isn't meant for non-students. It's being leased by the college for us to live in."

"Why don't you try Rainbow? She has a spare room at her house, I think." It took most of Pinkie's willpower not to just shove her face into Sunset's cleavage, but she preferred to do that in her head, anyway. "Or, there's always Mom and Dad's place."

Limestone let out a groan. "Mom gives me that disappointing glare every time I see her, and I can picture it in my head whenever I talk to her on the phone. She's upset because after I visited, all her babies moved out."

Marble hid her giggle behind her arm, then leaned a little more against Thunderbolt. "That sounds like Mom."

"I know, right? So, I guess I'm calling Rainbow now." Reaching to her pocket, Limestone pulled her phone out.

"Just text her," Sunset said. "She can be here in ten seconds anyway."

Limestone paused and just looked at Sunset for a few seconds without saying anything. "Ten seconds?" Now her thumbs were moving, tapping out as friendly a request for a meeting as she could manage.

"Wanna time it?" Pulling out her own phone, Sunset had to reach around Pinkie to set the timer for ten seconds and then hold it up for Limestone. "Ready?"

Rolling her eyes, Limestone made a big deal of pressing the send button on her message—and Sunset tapped the front of her screen on the wrong spot. "You just set your timer to an hour and ten minutes."

"What?" Turning her phone around, Sunset saw that she hadn't hit the right button on the touchscreen. "Hold on, I'll—"

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Limestone stared at Sunset, sure it was just a stupid coincidence, while Sunset returned the stare with a smug look of superiority.

"We'll get it." Thunderbolt stood up, supporting Marble with one arm before helping her to stand too. He kept his head low so he wouldn't shove his head-spikes through the ceiling as he made his way to the door.

When the door opened, and Rainbow saw Thunderbolt and Marble, she smirked and dropped back down to all fours. "Your big sis here, I take it? I doubt she would have been able to leave in time."

Looking at Rainbow, Thunderbolt smirked. "She didn't believe you'd be here in ten seconds." He backed up to make room.

"Uh, you're naked." Marble snapped her mouth closed the moment she'd said it, but there was something so inoffensive about a pegasus the size of Rainbow. "I-I mean, don't you normally wear shorts around school?"

"Yeah, well, I was in the middle of something and it sounded urgent. It wasn't?" Walking into the living room, Rainbow fought with her tail to keep it down—then gave up. "Hey, sup?"

"There is no way you can be that fast," Limestone said. "Your profile doesn't say you're that fast."

"Then you need to update that, because I am that fast." Finding out that even the government's initialism agencies didn't know how fast she was fed Rainbow's ego enough that she couldn't keep from strutting on her way in. "So, why'd you text? Need someone to run around the world a few times?"

"Well, I kinda helped one of your old schoolmates get rid of a cursed item, and she needs a place to stay for a few days. Any chance she could crash with you?" Limestone looked hopefully at Rainbow.

"I have Fluttershy staying in my spare room, but I have another. Sorry, Thunderbolt, no sleepovers for a few days." Looking up as he walked past, Rainbow watched him climb onto the couch and Marble follow him. Figuring it was as good a place as any, she walked over and jumped up too.

Thunderbolt purred for a moment at having two of his partners so close. There was something he wanted to know, however, and he figured Limestone would have the answer. "What was up with all the lightning?"

"I can answer that." Walking into the room and leaving her human-world-duplicate outside, Princess Twilight Sparkle walked to the middle of the room while hiding a blush—she knew exactly why her unicorn doppelganger had to stay outside a little longer.

Author's Note

Spicy Hot: Have any of your customers asked you how to get wings like yours?

Spicy let out a giggle that threatened to spill over into a screeching sound. "I've been too busy running around organizing the expansion. The few times I've been in the store, most people tend to remark about Sonata or Rainbow—well, except the goths. Those darling fallen angels seem trapped between wanting to ask me about my wings and wanting to look too cool to need to ask."

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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