Bon-Bon’s piercing eyes lingered on Twilight for far too long until Lyra finally tugged on her mare-friend's tail. “Bonny, our time’s up! We gotta let her rest for a bit.”

Bon-Bon muttered quietly in response, her eyes ripping away from Twilight and onto the now half empty auditorium, “Sure…”

Pinkie coughed awkwardly, “It’s time to go, you two! That was a super neato performance, but our Princess needs a quick break to get changed.”

Lyra tugged again, this time a little panicked, “Bonny, come on! You’re being weird!”

Twilight was still breathing heavily, her magically enforced smile frozen on her face while her mind was lost in a warm sea of wonderful sensations. After what Lyra did to her with that wonderfully grabby floating hand she was going to need a break. Luckily, somepony had scheduled Bon-Bon and Lyra as the last couple before the costume change. That pony had thought ahead. That pony was probably also her.

Bon-Bon muttered something quiet to Lyra as they walked to the edge of the stage, then eyed Pinkie suspiciously while Lyra gasped in disbelief, her voice barely audible to Twilight, “Enchanted? What? No way…”

Pinkie ignored them, making an announcement, “Those two sure know how to play. It looks like Lyra and Bon-Bon set a high score! Three marks in ten minutes! Even I was feeling a little envious there. We’ve got a ten minute break while Twilight changes up the outfit and gets ready! Next up we have some singles. Cloud Kicker and Davenport, you’ll be first to break in her bad girl outfit! I hope you’re ready!”

Twilight blinked in confusion as the curtains pulled tight, separating her from the gawking crowd of ponies. She still hadn’t fully came down from Lyra’s wonderful attention, and the world seemed to be blurring around her in a kaleidoscope of reality.

Pinkie rushed to her side, seemingly in shock, “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe we did that for six hours! I kept a perfectly straight face even though I was like, ‘Wow!’ and had to keep explaining everything and telling everypony what was going on and you kept, um, doing it! Over and over! Aren’t you hurt? Do you want to stop? We should stop.”

Slowly, Twilight shook her head. She couldn’t stop—not now. The hardest part was starting, and she’d already cleared that hurdle. She’d reach her goal easy. She just had to stick to the plan!

Wait, goal?

Twilight shook her head again, this time harder. She didn’t have time to think about that. Thinking about it wouldn’t help her. What would help her was her new outfit—it was time to get changed! Her hooves clicked against the stand, and suddenly they were free. Stretching them, she looked at the dangling limbs curiously. How had she unhooked them, exactly? She wasn’t sure… Oh well!

Pinkie frowned in concern, “Are you sure? You seem pretty tired and there’s another eighteen hours. I’m done after one time, and you’ve had, uh, a lot of partners… and about ninety marks, which I’m pretty sure are orgasms. I don’t think normal ponies can, uh, do that… Actually, yeah…” Pinkie narrowed her eyes as she watched Twilight intently. “Normal ponies absolutely can’t do that…”

A loud bang startled both of them as a bright light filled the room. Pinkie covered her eyes, but Twilight just stared, momentarily blinded. It didn’t hurt, but the light did disorient her enough that she only barely jumped to the side as a rope dropped from the ceiling and landed where she’d been standing.

As Twilight looked at the rope coiled on the floor, she craned her head upwards to see what it was attached to. That let her see the cream colored pony that was falling directly on her. Bon-Bon landed on Twilight, tackling her and quickly wrapping her in her hooves. Twilight was too confused to struggle as Bon-Bon shouted to another pony that was awkwardly dangling upside down halfway up the rope, “Hit her now, Lyra!”

Magic hurtled towards Twilight in a golden spear, and Twilight reflexively cast a counterspell—only for both spells to be instantly shredded by the magic well in her earring. Twilight suddenly blushed, feeling silly for forgetting the earring entirely.

Bon-Bon was confused, “What?”

Lyra groaned, still hanging upside down with her hooves tangled up, “I told you I wouldn’t be able to get through!”

Bon-Bon growled in accusation, “I thought that was modesty! You’re a tier one unicorn!”

Lyra finally untangled her hooves, and fell flat on her side, “Ow!” she groaned.

Slowly, she got to her hooves and rolled her eyes, “Yes. But, she’s an alicorn! I managed to dispel us, but she’s at the nexus of the spellwork. I can’t just destabilize an entire alicorn spell form on my own.”

Pinkie frowned, “Wait, what?”

Bon-Bon held Twilight tightly, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Lyra stomped her hoof, complaining at Bon-Bon, “I tried to! But you interrupted me, and it’s only been like thirty seconds since we left the stage! That’s not a whole lot of time to explain an N-dimensional reverberating coherence pattern operating at least an order of magnitude higher than I can express to a magic novice! Not to mention that I spent time dispelling us, then you threw me up into the rafters, rolled me in some rope, and then threw me down the rafters! Seriously, Bonny! Take a breath and listen to me for once!”

Pinkie looked awkwardly between the two, “I’m not sure what’s going on, but do you mind letting Twilight go? She needs to get changed in the next eight minutes…”

Twilight was enjoying Bon-Bon’s close and personal hug. She nuzzled her face into Bon-Bon’s shoulder, and sniffed as the magic in her amulet caused her to start licking just below Bon-Bon’s ear. The surprisingly strong mare tasted like candy and sweat. Twilight nibbled more aggressively, remembering the bliss and intimacy of just few minutes ago.

Bon-Bon shivered at first, then jumped up and away, “Whoa, time out there!”

Lyra rolled her eyes. “Oh, now you want a time out.”

Pinkie frowned as Twilight got to her feet and followed Bon-Bon with a lurid smile on her face, “Hey, um, you just got a turn…”

Twilight tackled Bon-Bon, wrapping the earth-pony in her embrace. Bon-Bon smelled delicious, and she’d made Twilight feel so warm and fuzzy, and she was so incredibly strong and sweet and the love was just so strong, and…

Bon-Bon was scared. Bon-Bon was pushing her away.

Twilight stopped instantly. This wasn’t the plan. She didn’t know the plan, but this wasn’t it. Slowly shaking her head from side to side, she grabbed the amulet and twisted it just right. The majority of the spellwork surrounding her shifted and she collapsed as every little nerve reminded her that she’d just spent six hours getting dicked, licked, and flicked.

“Ow.” was all she said as her tail quivered helplessly. Did she feel a draft in her bum?

Pinkie tilted her head, “Twilight?”

Twilight’s tail throbbed, her insides burned, and her throat ached like it was sore. Her voice was hoarse as she coughed up some white spittle, and her stomach churned, uncomfortably full, “Wow… so this is what it’s like…”

Bon-Bon stepped forward and bowed, “Your Majesty? Are you… okay?”

Twilight weakly smiled as she stood on shaky hooves, “Yup… But you’re going to have to talk while I get ready. I’m behind schedule now.”

Bon-Bon and Lyra exchanged nervous glances while Twilight casually levitated the black corset towards herself. She’d have to unhook most of the golden chains to get it on, but with her magic unbound from the earring this would be much easier. Absentmindedly, she clicked the different locks and latches with her magic almost instantly, and stepped carefully face first into the soft apparel.

Twilight sighed as she was surprised at how nice it was. Her wings went pleasingly numb as they were shifted into another dimension, and the corset snuggled itself firmly around her in a soothing embrace. A soft smile rode on her lips as she eased into it. “Ooh. This is comfy!”

Bon-Bon sputtered, “Your Majesty, I, uhh, didn’t you break free from the enchantment?”

Twilight smiled, “Yup.”

Lyra started laughing, “I told you!”

Bon-Bon glared at Lyra, then turned back to Twilight, “If you’re not ensorcelled, then what are you doing?”

Twilight hummed as she levitated out her fishnet stockings, “Well, I’m getting dressed in my extra slutty outfit, as I am comfortably not a virgin anymore. That being said, I’m only twenty four point seven percent of the way through my planned pony train, so I’d like to stay on schedule.”

Lyra continued to laugh. Pinkie shrugged. Bon-Bon’s mouth opened wide, “Pony… train?”

Twilight slid into the stretchy stockings, checking that they weren’t too loose. She didn’t want them to fall down early. As she moved her legs, she uncomfortably leaked a thick goop from underneath her tail. Both holes were oozing, and she was oddly unperturbed by this. “Yes. That’s the term for when many ponies all have intercourse with one mare, each right after the other, right?”

Lyra was literally rolling on the floor in laughter, “I can’t… I can’t even…”

Bon-Bon angrily snorted at Lyra, then turned to Twilgiht, “But why?”

Twilight shrugged as she fixed the blinders to the sides of her head,. They restricted her peripheral vision and made her focus on what was immediately in front of her. Good, that should help block out the crowd when she needed to focus. Her answer was noncommittal, “Dunno. Something about Twilight Day, I think.”

Pinkie lifted a hoof to say something, but Bon-Bon spoke up, “Princess, you cast a spell on everyone in the auditorium. I can’t allow you to coerce ponies into sexual activities without their consent. You have to stop.”

Twilight paused, looking over her shoulder. It was hard with the blinders on, so she had to really bend which slightly irritated her throat. She was partially sure that she had a salve prepared for when she stumbled home in eighteen hours. “Agent Sweetie Drops, would you and Lyra have came without any magic involved? If it was an open invitation to do whatever you want with me? For me?”

Bon-Bon startled, seemingly surprised to be called by her cover name, “Princess, uh… I…”

Lyra shouted from the floor, her laughter dying into pure enthusiasm, “Fuck yeah she would! Bonny and I love having a playmate, and we’ve talked about you a ton!”

Bon-Bon covered her face, nodding slowly in affirmation as she blushed. “Be that as it may, you can’t say that’s true for everypony here… I can’t allow you to manipulate ponies with magic, especially not like this. This isn’t consent, Princess. It’s not right.”

Twilight turned her head back. “Of course! That’s not what the spell does! It also doesn’t affect ponies until they’re in the auditorium. Everypony here responded to my invitation and sat down before the spell kicked in. The activation charms are in the seats, I think. The Cakes even missed theirs! They came in just talked with Pinkie, so they didn’t get hit until after they were done and they sat down to watch!”

Pinkie tilted her head, “Wait, what? What did you do?”

Twilight smiled, remembering Cherilee’s hungry eyes and then later her hungrier mouth, “I don’t remember exactly, but I’m pretty confident that it only makes them more interested in watching me.” She frowned in concentration, then smiled as something became clear. “Ah! I’m an exhibitionist! That’s it!” She turned to Lyra and smiled wider. “I love it when ponies watch me!”

Bon-Bon frowned in thought as Pinkie stroked her chin, “So is that why you made me put the Cakes first? Because you knew they were super duper into this sort of thing and they wouldn’t need a spell to keep them interested?”

Twilight re-hooked all the chains, pulled her hair back, and checked herself over once with a magically summoned mirror. She looked like a cheap prostitute covered in expensive gold, and the red glow from her still throbbing back-end really put the image together. She looked about right, but not quite depraved enough to truly sell it. She needed something a little bit… more. A vague memory about the Cakes fluttered to the back of her mind, “No. They offered to cater for everypony in their RSVP. I figured they deserved a treat, so I gave them one.”

Bon-Bon gaped in utter disbelief. “Is this for real?”

Lyra snorted in amusement as she rolled to her feet, “Twilight, you never really do something half-way, do you? You’re still the same as you were back in school. This is just the adult version of when we had to do a group project on the water cycle and you were supposed to do the diagram. You brought in a fully functional biodome with a homeostatic environment. I’ve seen it on display at school when I visit, and it’s still running.”

Twilight smiled, soothed by the memory of her near perfectly balanced science project. It had been supremely satisfying when she had initially calculated how little energy it would need to sustain itself once she sealed it. “And it will for the next three thousand years, assuming they let it get sunlight regularly.”

Pinkie coughed, motioning with her hooves like she had a watch, which of course she didn’t, “Tic-tok!”

Lyra shuffled to Bon-Bon and put her forearm around the distressed secret agent, “Come on, Bonny. Twilight might be a little crazy, but she has this under control.”

Bon-Bon sighed, deflating. “I… guess if you’re really doing it of you’re free will…”

Twilight shrugged noncommittally, “Sorta? I mean, I know I am, yes, but… oh! Free! That’s a great way to highlight the difference between myself and a prostitute!”

Twilight yanked the chalk off the wall, stretched out her stockings, and wrote in intentionally sloppy handwriting, “Free Use”.

Bon-Bon scrunched up her nose in disbelief, “You’re a princess…”

Twilight smiled, “And for the next 18 hours, I’m gonna get fucked like one. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d really like to put that amulet back on. It’s the superstructure that connects to the hyper-tensor where I stored most of the spellwork for this project.” Oh yeah! She needed that for the other accessories to fully function, and for the main spell to activate.

Lyra’s eyes lit up, “Wait, hyper-tensor? You broke a thousand? That’s not possible.”

Twilight shrugged, “Eh, I think this one is closer to ten thousand by now. It’s self sustaining, so it’s kind of out of my control.”

Lyra’s mouth dropped, and Bon-Bon nudged her, “What’s that mean?”

Twilight stepped toward the pillar and picked up the amulet with her magic, careful to hold it correctly. She wasn’t sure how she knew what correctly was, but she did. Smiling, she clicked it onto her collar, and was flooded with relief as the magic forced her face into a now familiar grin. The aches and pains immediately dulled, and she found herself locked into the pedestal, where she belonged. How did she get here, again? Did it matter? This was where she was supposed to be.

Right?

Bon-Bon nudged Lyra again, “Hey, what’s that mean?”

Pinkie coughed, ushering them towards the side, “Move it you two! We gotta clear the stage for Cloud and Davenport.”

Lyra looked at Bon-Bon with wide, terrified eyes. “It means Twilight might have shattered reality… and implemented her own.”

Pinkie raised the curtain, and the crowd clapped, hooted, hollered, and cheered. The thunderous applause nearly drowned out her announcement as Cloud Kicker and Davenport hoof-bumped on the stage. Twilight looked over the excited crowd, craning her head to see them with the new blinders. They were so happy! Everything was back on track!

“Welcome back everypony! I’d like to introduce the new, and improved Twilight Sparkle! She’s here to take everything you’ll give, so Ponyville, we hope you have a lot to give! I’d like to remind you to help yourself to a treat from Sugar-cube Corner if you need a little boost to get through the night. We have coffee and cakes for everypony, and you all certainly deserve it!”

Bon-Bon and Lyra were huddled at the base of the stage muttering to each other. Twilight could barely hear them, but it didn’t matter. Lyra was saying some number, like nine hundred and ninety eight, and Bon-Bon was looking more and more alarmed.

Twilight ignored their rambling and focused on Davenport’s swinging sales pitch. That was certainly more impressive than a quill. Cloud Kicker was eying up Twilight and cracking her wings to give them a good stretch. Twilight shuddered as her eyes locked on to Cloud Kicker’s. Sure, listening to Lyra explain Clover’s Limit, the law of dimensional space that described all of reality, to Bon-Bon would be stimulating, but Cloud-Kicker’s eyes stimulated Twilight’s heart in a completely different way.

It wasn’t like Clover’s Limit mattered anymore, anyways. Twilight had fixed that.

She’d fixed it almost as hard as Davenport’s dick was about to slam against the back of her throat.

Author's Note

Nobody wanted to pre-read this chapter for me, so you get what you get. lol. I hope it's less error filled than the last! Let me know if I missed anything.

I imagine that magical formulae are stored in tensors. The complexity of an N-dimensional tensor would be exponential, basically evey level added would add that much complexity to the previous levels. If the fist level had seven values, each value might have seven sub values. That would be a three dimensional tensor. So once you get to bigger than a few hundred, the numbers are sort of meaninglessly large, wherin lies the value. You can describe anything with that much data. And by anything, I mean literally reality itself, to include time and whatever else might be important. Of course, doing that by hoof might be a hard task. So you'd make a construct to do it for you. That could save you quite a bit of time.

Now bear in mind (BEARS) that I'm terrible at math, and I'm talking about a fictional magic system that I made up. Actual equestrian magic is based on emotions, not math. Well, emotions and math if Celestia is to be trusted.