Twilight stumbled into the palace bleary-eyed and hungover. It was a stupid idea heading for home as soon as she had woke up, but hindsight is 20/20. That, and she wanted out of that place before Fluttershy woke up to find Celestia in her bed.

Climbing up the stairs, she stumbled over, landing with a thump on the stairway. She swore uncharacteristically and pushed herself back up, rubbing at her face in an attempt to wake up that she knew was fruitless. She headed toward her room and in her state, blew completely past her bedroom, instead shuffling dumbly toward Spike’s room. Turning the knob, she opened the door and stepped halfway inside, freezing when she saw what awaited her.

Spike was turned, his back to her, shirtless, but with a long, translucent cloth adorning his hips. He swayed left and right, keeping in track with a slow tune on the radio. Twilight narrowed her brow. Something was off about the boy. His hair was longer, and it seemed like his hips were wider.

“Spike?” she questioned, squinting.

The boy turned around in shock. Or, rather, the woman, judging by the girlish face and full, perky breasts. He, or rather, she, put a hand to her heart and glanced frantically behind her, where Amria sat only a few scant feet away, nude, save for what appeared to be a strap-on at her crotch.

Twilight looked at the two women. The two women stared back, Amira finally gave a shrug towards the princess as Spike stammered out non-words.

“I’m going to bed,” Twilight announced dryly. “I’m not even gonna ask where you got a spell like that.”

“It isn’t what it looks like,” Spike blurted out, wiping nervously at the lipstick on her mouth.

“What is it then?”

“...Ok, it’s exactly what it looks like,” she admitted, brushing her green hair back.

“Goodnight, Spike,” Twilight said, rolling her eyes. “Just stay out of my stuff, alright?” She paused. “And that eyeliner does look nice on you. Though think about less blush next time.”

“This isn’t gay!” she defensively said as Twilight shut the door. “Two girls is, like, the opposite of gay!” Spike called out through the door. She waited for a moment, before turning back to Amira. “Alright, I’m weird as hell,” Spike admitted to herself. “Now where were we?”