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Actual clop next chapter, I swear. And I'm looking at 'inserting' min-chapters between the existing ones with the full-blown sex-scenes to assuage people who had complained to me in PMs about the lack of actual sex in this 'Clop Fic'. We're almost to the end of this arc, I promise, and then onwards to a saner timeline!

CHAPTER 39

“Velvet, this is hardly appropriate!” Thunderwing squeaked, hoping the other Mare had forgotten all her sweet spots even as her rebellious memories gleefully reminded her of exactly what Twilight Velvet used to do with that talented mouth and her magic to Thunderwing’s sensitive wing-membranes and other erogenous zones in the past. “I can wash myself! We’re not ‘that way’ anymore! Think of your husband!”

“Wingy, after all that time we spent with our heads between each other’s legs, this is what you complain about?” Velvet replied with humor, the Unicorn having pinned the Thestral to the tiled foor and then clamped herself to the Thestral’s chest, forcing their bodies together in a, to Thunderwing’s thinking at least, awkwardly intimate angle while her magic rubbed sud-covered sponges over the Thestral’s trembling bat-like wings. “I seem to recall that a certain somebody loved getting dirty while getting clean …”

“B-but you’re married! To Night Light! We never … gaaaaaah-haaaah!” Thunderwing’s protests died in her throat as Velvet manipulated a pair of sponges to rub in very slow, firm circles at the junction of her wing and body, stimulating nerve-clusters that had the bat-like wings of the Thestral straining against the tiles in an effort to stick straight up from the Mare’s back. “Th-that’s cheating!”

“All’s fair in love and war, and I’m not stopping till you stop trying to avoid me!” Velvet replied cheekily, slipping her head past Thunderwing’s as she pulled them both into an even tighter embrace, the Thestral unwilling to break the contact after years of enforced celibacy, or worse still, fearing the rejection might make the situation between herself, Velvet and Night Light even more awkward and painful, and gasping again as Velvet’s teeth nibbled at the base of one of her ears, making the scarred Thestral shiver with excitement, fuelled as much by memories of their wild youth together as the sexy mare molesting her right now.

Thunderwing’s hooves alternated between clutching at Velvet’s own body as the Unicorn’s magic did deliciously devious things to her wings, a fact that was both frustrating and relief-inspiring to the middle-aged Thestral, or trying vainly to push herself along the slick tiled floor and away from the over-sexed Mare ontop of her. She hoped that Velvet hadn’t noticed that her ‘teasing’ had had a very profound effect on the Thestral’s lower body, and Thunderwing certainly hoped that the moisture she felt dripping onto her lower half was due to the steam beading on the walls and not the sweaty, sexually-dominant mare clinging to her.

My instructors would be spinning in their graves right now! I should have locked the door behind me! This is Twilight VELVET, for the love of Faust! I, of all Ponies, should know that you never leave yourself vulnerable like this when she’s in the mood! I should have seen the signs with how she’s been acting towards Night Light and myself and defended myself appropriately! Thunderwing cursed herself silently as she struggled not only against the unexpectedly strong grip of the Unicorn ontop of her, but the sensations Velvet’s magic was causing at the base of the Thestral’s wings and the …

“Fffffhoooo!” Thunderwing gasped as Velvet slipped on the tiles, dropping her lower body right ontop of Thunderwing’s with a loud squelch, both Mares clenching each other tightly and Thunderwing reluctantly confirming that it was not condensation that had been soaking her belly-fur. “Ve-velvet, we have to stop, the others …”

“It’s been so long since I last held you, Thunderwing. So long since my Herd-Mate was with me.” Velvet whimpered, somehow molding herself to Thunderwing so tightly that the Thestral wondered if they were melting together in the steam. “You never responded to our letters, our requests to meet you, not even when my little Shining asked you to stop by and talk to us!”

“A-a-aaaaah! Aaaaand how does molesting me solve thaaaat?” Thunderwing couldn’t help but moan as Velvet moved against her in ways she was sure a Pony body shouldn’t be able to do, the strict General of the Night Guard finding her strength fading away under Velvet’s lusty assault.

“It’s simple …” Velvet whispered before lifting up her front half, keeping Thunderwing pinned by the junction of their hips, the white-and-purple mane of the Mare waving with an arcane breeze as Velvet’s horn glowed, and several large, obscene items teleported into the room, wiggling and jiggling of their own accord as the Unicorn’s magic interacted with the magical batteries inside them. “I’m going to remind you how much of a good thing the three of us had together. And point out it’s still not too late for us to form that Herd...”

“Wait wait wait!” Thunderwing whimpered, eyes widening as she looked at the odd shapes and protuberances on the devices and realized these ‘toys’ had been modelled on non-pony males. Exceptionally endowed ones at that! “Those aren’t … you aren’t seriously … not here!”

“Oh don’t worry, my sweet little Wingy … they’re water-proof!”

“That’s not what I meaaaaaaaant!”

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“So, uhm, Night, think I figured out wha’ you forgot t’ask Thunderwing to grab last time she was out.” Spud said nervously, the Ponies seated at the dinner-table desperately paying attention to the cards they held in their hooves, ears flattening against their heads as the noises from above them grew louder and louder.

“Something to sound-proof the house?” Night Light offered tartly, blushing brilliant red from shame and embarrassment as the entire household, and perhaps the neighbours too, had to listen to the not-entirely-sold-on-the-idea-but-most-certainly-getting-there cries of Thunderwing and Velvet’s slightly-less-loud-and-very enthusiastic encouragements on said ‘idea’.

“Nay, tranquilizers for your mate, if we had known she would be in this state.” Spud’s ‘First’ wife, a Zebrican beauty by the name Vet’kloue, muttered darkly, blushing softly under her stripes as Spud’s three wives walked into the room, the tall Zebra swatting her stocky, ugly husband with her tail to display her irritation. “Surely into the backyard we can go, watch the flowers and not listen to that …”

“Phew, it is hot in here, non? Ma parole, ils vont certainement à mal!” The second Mare in Spud’s Herd, a petite little Prench Mare who went by name of Honeydip, with porcelain-white fur and almost-pearlescent mane and tail tittered, nudging the ‘First’ wife teasingly as the tall, stern Zebra gave her herd-mate a sour look. “And I recall a certain Mare who is just as loud in her praises, or am I mistaken, ma belle géant?”

“Heck, ah seem to recall a certain somepony who’d sneak off with our husband for a bit o’ afternoon delight in jus’ about any spot wit’ a wee bit o’ privacy!” Autumn Glory, a russet-red Pegasi with pale golden mane and tale, added in her slow drawl, earning a face-swat from Vet’koue’s tail in response as the Zebra flushed just in time for another round of awkward moaning from the upstairs bathroom.

“Ugh … first thing tomorrow, I’ll go out and try to pick something up … but I’ll need some backup. Anyone want to volunteer as packmules, lads?” Night Light said loudly, ducking as Autumn Glory, ever pugnacious, reciprocated with a swat of her own tail to the taller Zebra and a bawdy comment about her ‘flashing’ the other Ponies.

“Errr, but weren’t you jus' talkin’ 'bout how we might be in trouble with our, eh, better halves cause of the boxes, Night?” Spud asked softly, leaning over to Night Light and away from his wives in the hope of avoiding being asked to pick a side as Honeydip, Autumn and Vet’kloue started a rapid-fire argument in a mix of Equestrian, Prench and Zebrican, the content of which Night Light only barely understood but made him wonder just how his former CO managed to keep the his Herd from killing him via sex.

“Spud.” Night Light said flatly, shaking his head to try and dismiss the horrific mental images that were trying to lodge themselves in his brain, forever. “You can either stay here with our possibly-enraged wives and partners, with no way out and nowhere to run, or you can come with me and help me pick up some supplies and be proactively looking after their …”

“OH FAUST I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO STRETCH LIKE THAT!”

“… their dignity, and our collective sanity.” Night Light finished, wiping somepony’s mouthful of coffee off his face as the table collectively spluttered, laughed or coughed loudly at Thunderwing’s inadvertent addition to the conversation.

When the entire table’s worth of Ponies, Stallions and Mares alike, shot their hooves up into the air, Night Light just groaned and face-hoofed.

“Okay, how about we draw straws then.”

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Despair.

Agony.

Those two words encompassed Sunset’s entire world as she lay on the cot in her cell, unable to find the energy to move, to do anything other than stare at the bleak rectangle of nigh-indestructible metal that kept her sealed in this horrible room.

Any attempt to cast a spell more potent than the basic telekinesis spell all Unicorns developed as small children would send her own magic spiralling back into her horn, a brutal feedback that felt like a thousand sledgehammers pounding their way through her skull from the inside out, and even with her new metallic hooves, Sunset doubted she’d be able to do anything more than scuff the walls of her cell, let alone that infernal door, before the Guards stationed outside of her cell could activate some other defence that would lay her low.

The perfect trap, the perfect defences for one who was beyond mortal, beyond mundane limitations. A perfect prison for a perfect being. An absolute existence above that of mere mortals. A Princ…

A demon.

It wasn’t true! IT WASN’T TRUE! She was a Princess, a Princess, not some monster! Twilight had purified her, surely that had been the end of it, Sunset could remember the sensation of the powers of Harmony washing over her, like the sensation of being embraced by something akin to cool silk and comforting warmth all at the same time, washing away her anger, her hatred, even her fear …

Twilight Sparkle, in that strange bipedal form, the focal point of the magic that was touching Sunset in a way that not even Princess Celestia’s solar energies ever had, healing her of scars that Sunset hadn't even known she possessed.

And it had kindled a foreign sensations in Sunset, something she’d not felt for years. Hope. Admiration. Love. Here was somepony just like her, somepony who had gone through all the trials and burdens that Sunset had endured, but had become something else, something better. All the jealousy and spite she felt towards Celestia’s new ‘puppet’ had melted away as much under that revelation as the power of Harmony that stripped the distorted energies she had absorbed from the Element of Magic, replaced with …

“Your majesty, the Succuponi is not badly injured, and her regenerative powers are already quickly repairing what injuries her spell-casting inflicted on her. I would recommend we leave the room quickly, before Sunset Shimmer can recover enough to take one of us hostage, or worse.”

“In a … in a moment, Magi. Sunset, if you can hear me, please understand that your stay here will only be temporary, perhaps a year or two at most. Twilight is … in a delicate state right now, and is in no position to work on a cure for your fiendish transformation until her current condition has stabilized, but I promise that we will devote all our power and resources to finding a way to reverse this affliction. Be brave and endure this, and know you are not alone, no matter how things might seem.”

Despair.

A year, no, years in this featureless, bland room with nothing but her loneliness and longing? With meals delivered via a small, armored grate in the door and wastes removed via the same, and Guards who refused to answer her, if the thick layers of enchantments on the door, floor, walls and ceiling even allowed sound to pass out of the cell.

Years with only her memories of Twilight to sustain her, memories tainted by that blue whorse who had been all over Sunset’s beloved, tall, dark, perfectly proportioned and …

Hate.

It overwhelmed Sunset for a moment with the surge of loathing and hatred that washed over her as she pictured this ‘Luna’ putting her hooves all over Sunset’s Twilight, seducing her, corrupting her against the pure love that surely existed between Twilight and … that had to be the reason why Twilight hadn’t been able to understand! With the wretched and incompetent Trixie already underhoof throwing Sunset off and making her unable to show her beloved Twilight the truth …

Hope.

That was the key. Hope. Hope in the bond she and Twilight shared. Hope that the destined link between them would endure, that she could somehow reach out to Twilight beyond these bars without giving these scared little Ponies and Celestia the Hypocrite any further reasons to lock her ever more deeply away.

“Guardsponies? If you can hear me, I have a request. Please … I need a quill, some ink and some paper for my … rehabilitation.” Sunset said loudly, resisting the urge to smirk as she saw the helmeted head visible through the grate in the door swivel towards her as she spoke. “I believe they’re called ‘Friendship Reports’?”

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“Can you sleep?” Twilight whispered to the Mare next to her, both Luna and Twilight lying on their backs, heads resting on the same pillow.

“With that racket?” Luna whispered back, giggling a little as one of the Stallions asleep in the hallway made a hilarious sound, halfway between a snore and a stutter. “I’m surprised the neighbours aren’t throwing horse-shoes at us in protest.”

“I … yeah. But I meant with everything, not just the Royal Guards’ snoring. A Pony I tried to help turned into a literal Demon and I assumed that just a single dose of Harmony could turn her back, WITHOUT DOUBLE-CHECKING THAT SHE REALLY WAS PURIFIED, Trixie is trapped halfway between Demonkind and Ponykind thanks to my inattention to Sunset’s condition, half the Town thinks this whole disaster was my fault and are likely going to try to sue me, Mayor Mare ended up in the hospital after overdosing on anti-reflux medication …” Sighing gustily, Twilight scooted over so she could cuddle up against Luna’s side, feeling the need for physical contact with at least one Pony who could share her perspective. “My mind just keeps … tripping over everything that’s happened, and then I think of what comes next, and it just keeps getting worse …”

“Do you want to try the breathing exercises?” Luna offered softly, gently taking one of Twilight’s hooves and holding it between both of her own. “Believe me, I understand. I can fully appreciate stewing in your own fears about the future, I see it almost every night in the dreams of my Ponies, I feel it myself every time the paper-ponies decide to claim I am some sort of monster waiting for my next chance to rebel. Breathe, and talk to me, Twilight.”

After several deep, shuddery breathing exercises, Twilight did just that, babbling about all the stresses that had been bottled up in her, weeping and apologising as she sobbed into Luna’s chest and clung to the larger Alicorn who held her in turn, gently brushing Twilight’s mane with a hoof and whispering “It’s okay.” When Twilight found herself too choked up to continue coherently.

“Suh-sorry.” Twilight sniffled afterwards, feeling limp and small after unloading all her stress onto Luna like that. “Ah-I’ve got bo-boogers on your mane…”

“It’s fine, Twilight, I had far worse than mucus stuck in my hair, and these days …” Luna giggled, her flowing ‘mane’ rippling as the gunk Twilight had left in it dissipated, leaving the night sky-like mane pristine again. “Well, let’s just say there’s a reason why there was no position as the Royal Hairdresser until Cadence came along. Celestia has to do our hair, and her own, if we want something other than what the Creators gave us.”

“But I do have something in mind. Something to take your mind off of today.” The Lunar Alicorn whispered, a mischevious smile on her face as she drew Twilight tightly against her.

“I, uhm, I’m not really in the mood …” Twilight muttered, blushing as she felt her and Luna’s bodies pressing tightly togther in interesting ways.

“OH! No, not that Twilight, I’m going to take you on your first visit to the Realm of Dreams … I never got to take you there before we first, you know … sparked off this whole mess.”

“Ungh, you’re lucky you’re so cute, Luna, that pun was terrible …”

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It was somewhat disturbing to see her body sleeping peacefully below her, wrapped in Luna’s hooves, but Twilight did have to admit this wasn’t her first out-of-body experience while in Luna’s embrace.

At least we’re not bucking each other senseless like it’s the end of the world this time

Wait, are you telling me this happened before?

Awkwardly spinning in the air with her new ‘body’, a misty copy of her physical body, connected by a silvery umbilical cord that ran from her ‘astral’ body’s navel to her ‘real’ body, Twilight flailed through the night sky as she beheld Luna’s astral body.

Easily large enough to have filled the entire room if ‘Luna’ had not folded herself up like a cat on a windowsill, Luna’s astral form was physically similar to her real body, but where in the real world only Luna’s mane and tail took on the appearance of the night sky, now Luna’s entire body appeared to be filled with twinkling stars, and her mane and tail had the appearance of the aurora borealis, made of flames that flickered and danced but did not burn.

LUNA?

Yes, Twilight?

Y-yuh-you’re huge!

Is that a shot about my weight, Twilight?

No, I mean your body, uh, your body here, it’s so big!

This is actually the smallest form I can manage at the moment. If I were at full strength, I could compress myself down to the size of a normal Pony for this. Sadly, weakened as we both are, this is the best I can manage.

I … okay, I’ll bug you about the mechanics behind Astral Projection later. You said something about visiting the Realm of Dreams?

Excellent, you are learning, and without needing belly-rubs!

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Given the nature of the Realm of Dreams, and our own relative ‘weakness’, I will be carrying you through the Realm, and we won’t go far, no more than a few sleepers within Ponyville at best so we remain within easy reach of our bodies should something drastic happen.

Uh … what is ‘drastic’? I’ve warded our room with every non-lethal spell I could think of, from anti-scrying wards to protection spells making the walls, windows and …

Both ‘Astral’ Ponies flinched as the door rattled on its hinges for several moments, before a pitiful whine of “Mistreeeeeeeeess …” was heard.

… and the door as hard as steel, as well as impervious to phasing magic or teleportation spells that I don’t cast myself.

Handy that, especially when your ‘devoted servant’ just navigated the hallway full of sleeping Guardponies to come molest you in your sleep.

… I’m going to have to deal with that tomorrow, aren’t I?

I wouldn’t worry. I suspect that Trixie will soon learn her lesson. Several of those guards are what you would call ‘snuggle fiends’, and I just sent those nearest Trixie the impression that their lovers or desired partners were sleeping near them.

Meaning?

Meaning that Trixie is about to be, how do you say, ‘glomped’? Perhaps a taste of her own medicine will convince the showmare to keep her hooves to herself. Now, to the matter at hoof.

Before Twilight could protest at Luna’s ‘use’ of the sleeping Guardsponies, the giant ‘Astral’ form of the Lunar Princess swept forwards, her mane flowing around Twilight’s own floating astral projection and carrying them out through the wall without so much as tripping a single one of Twilight’s layered protecting wards and charms.

Well, don’t I just feel like an ass. All that work, and it’s worthless against an Astral Projection.

To be fair, dearest Twilight, my domain is the night, and the dream-world. It’s not that your spells were faulty, merely that they were cast to keep out mortal invaders, not an Immortal.

So … what’s the difference? Twilight found herself asking as Luna’s gigantic astral form soared through the night sky, landing on top of a home that Twilight belated realized belonged to the Spa Ponies, Aloe and Vera.

That would … take many days to give you a full understanding of the difference between a mortal, a mortal who has extended their lifespan through magical or alchemical methods, and a true Immortal like my sister, myself, Cadence and soon yourself. Luna’s thoughts came to Twilight as clear as if the other Alicorn was whispering them into her ear. For now, just understand that your spells are like a flyswatter right now. Easily able to deal with flies, but utterly ineffective against something like, say, a Dragon.

… Wow, that makes me feel so much better. Remind me again why Princess Celestia sent me to deal with the greatest threats to the known world while she remained behind in Canterlot with an entire army at her back?

I would rather soothe your bruised ego than bury your battered corpse, Twilight. You are one of the most powerful Ponies I have ever met, talented, resourceful and blessed with natural gifts that will only grow as your Ascension continues. Luna replied sweetly, ‘strands’ of her astral mane squeezing Twilight’s puffed cheeks as the newest Alicorn attempted to sulk with little success. Be aware that entities and forces that stand against my sister will see your Ascension as a direct threat to themselves and their own agendas, and they will seek to test you to see if you can be swayed to their cause, or worse still, attempt to remove you before you become to powerful for them to deal with.

The duration of the Ascension, an entire year, is not known to those outside of a very limited few, but it is sadly commonly believed by many that an Alicorn is vulnerable only during the beginning of their new existence, a fact that was unfortunately given credence when my sister behaved so over-protective of Cadence when she underwent her Ascension. Thus, while our linking through the Sympathy may have been a surprise to all of us, and the side-effects are great, it will mean that I have every excuse now to stay by your side and ensure no harm comes to you.

Oh …

That, and we will have a year at least to figure out what our new … relationship … means to us, and our families, and how we shall proceed. A concern for tomorrow, for tonight, we visit the dreams of these two Ponies and ensure they mean you no harm.

What? Luna! This is Aloe and Lotus, two of the nicest, gentlest Ponies I’ve ever met, and that includes Fluttershy!

Some of the foulest assassins in history had the faces of innocents and the voices of angels, Twilight. Even before your Ascension, Celestia told me that she had to remove agents of the Gryphons, the Minotaurs and even a few of the less powerful nations from around you when you were studying with her in Canterlot, and a few other individuals were ‘convinced’ to clear out of Ponyville before she sent you here to help purify me. And you are vulnerable, Twilight, a fact that I will point out again and again if need be so that you stop taking so many foolish risks. We merely observe their sleeping minds, their fantasies, to gauge their intent, and nothing else.

Wait, isn’t that wildly impractical, as well as a gross invasion of privacy?

For anyone other than myself, I would say your fears are well-founded. Thankfully, the ranks of Astromancers is down to the single digits today due to the binding oaths that is required to be taken before one is allowed to study the techniques, and the oaths I myself swore as the First Astromancer still hold me to silence on a Pony’s dreams unless they represent a threat to the Ponies around them, or the nation as a whole. And I have a firm belief in your moral integrity as well, dearest Twilight.

Besides, what’s the worst we could see? Luna said teasingly as her flaming mane and tail wrapped around Twilight and herself in a blindly beautiful vortex, swirling around and down as both ‘Astral’ Ponies were sucked down into the house, and the sleeping minds of the Ponies within.

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“Well, that’s odd.” Luna muttered as she and Twilight picked themselves up, looking around the room of swirling colours and half-heard whispers. “It appears that these ‘Spa Pony’ twins share a dream-scape.”

“Is that … common?” Twilight groaned, picking herself up gingerly and inspecting her body, noting that she was ‘herself’ again in colouration, but the same silvery cord ran from her belly and up into the vaguely-defined ‘roof’ of the chamber.

“Amongst twins and others who share a special connection, a shared Dreamscape can arise if the parties involved are mentally and emotionally close. But generally it is unfocused and unstable. This is … very solid, very stable, likely the product of years of shared dreaming.” Luna replied, eyeing the room with a critical eye as she trotted over to Twilight and gave her lover the once over. “Hmm, and you’ve got your limbs in the right order too … well done for your first Dream-Dive.”

“Wha-huh?” The purple alicorn asked in a sickly tone as Luna left her side and began inspecting the shifting walls of the room.

“It’s not fatal or harmful, but when entering the ‘dreamscape’ of another entity, your astral projection can be warped by the subconscious impulses of the dreamer. It normally only takes a small effort to return yourself to normal and does not actually do you any harm, but in the meanwhile the Astromancer looks very, very silly and it can be very disorientating if your form is warped too far from normal.” The Lunar Princess explained as Twilight joined her, Luna’s hooves prodding what looked like a pulsing section of the wall until it twitched, swirled into itself and formed a very fancy-looking door. “It is proof that you have a very strong sense of self and personal identity, which means you’ll be able to handle many of the lesson I have to teach on Astromancy with little need for emotional training.”

"Thanks for the warning in advance!" Twilight hissed, shaking herself like a wet dog and inspecting herself thoroughly for any misplaced body-parts.

"Consider it a lesson, Twilight. In the Astral Plane, the 'Realm of Dreams', reality is what you make it, and you've passed the first lesson with flying colours: Always remember yourself, and never allow another to tell you who or what you are." Teasingly ruffling her peeved lover's mane, Luna opened the door slowly, poked her head through the doorway, sniffed and then flung the door open, flushing slightly.

“Oh dear … uhm … Twilight, do you have any problems with Ponies who, ah, how do I say this … keep things in the family? I am picking up many echoes of former dreams, and I have to say that Aloe and Vera are far closer than I thought sisters could be.”

“You mean like secrets?” Twilight asked, confused as Luna gingerly led the way down the hallway the door had exposed, which looked very much like the interior of the Ponyville Spa to her eyes. “Or did you mean … oh. Oooooooh. Well, that explains why the Spa-Twins never seem to be interested in the Stallions around town.”

“Yeeeeeeees. Except I can smell the, ah, essence of a Stallion quite strongly. And given that we are in a dreamscape, that means the dreamers have to be quite familiar with something to replicate it so strongly in their memories.” Flushingly quite strongly now, Luna’s horn lit with a subtle light as they progressed further down the hallway, passing by several doors that grew more and more ornate as they went further and further in. “That said, I can only sense the presence of five dream-forms in this dreamscape. You, me, the twins and another Mare.”

“A Mare, not a Stallion? And there’s a third dreamer involved in all of this?” Twilight whispered, sniffing the air and crinkling her nose as she caught a pungent scent of musk and fish in the ‘air’, stopping alongside Luna as the Princesses stopped in-front of a pair of heavy double-doors in gaudy Prench-style, heavy with gilt and ornate brasswork.

“No. When I said ‘dream-forms’, Twilight, I mean just that, the presence of sentient or artificial forms within the Dreamscape. If there was a third mind involved on the other side of this door, I would be able to sense them, and a third mind in a shared Dreamscape such as this would be not only rare but entirely unnatural. All I can sense is the twins and a dream-form 'clone’ of a pony they have very strong feelings about engaged in some … ahem … serious lovemaking on the other side of this door.”

Hesitantly, Luna pushed the door open a tiny bit, opening up a crack, resisting the urge to chuckle as Twilight crammed herself in against Luna’s side to peek as well.

“Whatever happened to your moral reservations about privacy?” Luna half-whispered, half-tittered to the Pony whose head was tightly pressed to her neck.

“I … guess I’m just really interested in who Aloe and Lotus would take into their beds, given that you implied they were incestuous.” Twilight whispered back, her astral form blushing so hard that Luna was surprised she didn’t start spontaneously glowing. "I guess Rarity is rubbing off on me."

“Should I be concerned if Rarity is rubbing on you?”

"Ungh, not like that! It's a fig~"

"Figure of speech, I know, I was just teasing you." Luna assured Twilight as the sounds of moaning and wet, lewd noises grew louder and louder.

“OH FAUST!” Three voices cried out at once, startling Luna and making her push the door open further than she planned, giving both ‘intruders’ a full view of the three Ponies writhing together on the bed.

Aloe, Lotus … and Twilight Sparkle.