The spotlight Twilight stood in began to expand. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster it revealed her surroundings. She was standing on a long cobbled street, a continuous terrace of small grey houses on one side, a tall redbrick wall with an intricate wrought iron gate on the other. Somepony had clearly put some effort into designing the gate – iron bars had been twisted and welded together to make a pattern that spelt out 'Bonkers Chocolate Factory' in flourishing letters, clearly spelling out Luna's sense of humour at the same time.

The gates themselves were closed, but a pull chain next to them looked promising. Twilight pulled it and peered through the gate as she waited. She could see through the wrought iron bars a huge redbrick building – it stretched as long as the street and stood five stories tall. The courtyard was empty, but the factory doors soon opened and an earth pony stallion came out to greet her, flanked by a couple of earth pony mares.

As the group got closer, Twilight saw that the slim stallion had a midnight blue coat with a black mane and azure eyes – Twilight liked what she saw. The mares were identical and monochrome – toffee brown all over. When they got closer, Twilight realised with surprise that gearing and sigils could be seen all over their bodies – these were not ponies, but golems.

"Ah, you must be Twilight Sparkle! Welcome, my dear, to my humble factory!", the stallion said with a booming, cheerful voice as he opened the gates.

"And you would be Mr. Bonker, then?", Twilight asked uncertainly.

"Not quite right. Slightly Bonkers, at your service. So glad you accepted my invitation. Please do come in – I can't wait to show you around."

"Thank you – I'm very much looking forward to the tour." Twilight smiled hungrily.

Slightly lead the way to the factory, the two golems moving to flank Twilight. She could help but cast side-long glances at the mares. They seemed to be the result of a mixture of arcane and technological arts – their coats had access panels. Slightly noticed her curiosity and laughed urbanely.

"I see that my type three workers have caught your eye. I'm very proud of the design."

"Type three?" asked Twilight.

“Yes, he's that imaginative.” Twilight started and looked round to see that it was one of the golems that had spoken. It playfully stuck its tongue out and winked at her and then turned to look ahead as if it had never spoken.

Slightly apparently hadn't heard the golem speak. "Oh yes. Originally, I inherited this factory from my father, Somewhat. The workers were ponies from the town – fine ponies all. Ponies from this town have worked at this factory for generations. And then they revolted! They were complaining that I had forgotten to open the factory gates for a week and that they needed to see their families. Can you imagine? I mean, I may have gotten a little distracted by my research into sweet technology, but I'm sure that they'd only been trapped for a couple of days at most."

"Oh, I quite understand," said Twilight, playing along, "You wouldn't believe how unreasonable my assistant Spike used get if I forgot to let him outside for a few days. Things became a lot simpler once I had taught him how open the door himself."

"What an interesting idea. I wish I had thought of that. I just fired everyone and hired a tribe of small, orange jungle-ponies to do the job instead. Brought the whole tribe to live and work in the factory – they didn't need to go outside at all. Communication was a bit of a problem, but we got along just fine once that was sorted. I called them 'Workers type two'"

Slightly lead Twilight through the factory doors and into the reception area. The meandering route that Slightly took finally lead into the factory proper. Where Twilight expected to see industrial equipment, she found a bucolic scene with what appeared to be a river of mud passing through a meadow full of flowers. Closer inspection showed that the field did not stretch far at all before it became an illusion and the river of mud was actually–

"Chocolate!"

"Quite so. The best way to mix chocolate smoothly is by way of a waterfall, but it can get a little aerated. A nice, slow moving stream turned out to be the best way to let the bubbles out. I mean who would wanted to eat chocolate with bubbles in it? The river stays a nice cool temperature - keeps the energy bills down. The river bed is magic – makes the chocolate flow. Only real problem is if someone falls in.”

“Oh?”

“Had that problem a lot with the type twos. They'd be dancing around the river and then fall in. They'd climb out, coated in chocolate, which would then solidify. Their friends would then free them by eating the chocolate. They liked it so much they made it a game. Wasteful. Had to let them go.”

"And so you developed the toffee golems?"

“Absolutely. Hygiene is much better now – if a worker falls in, they just melt and add a little flavour to the mix.”

Slightly had lead Twilight down to the flower meadow. They were surrounded by a profusion of strange flowers, coloured in all manner of bright and cheerful shades.

"Now these are a relatively new invention I'm rather proud of. They absorb chocolate from the stream – chocolate flowers. They taste absolutely delicious."

"May I try one?"

“Of course, my dear.” Slightly smiled delightedly and carefully selected a crimson bloom from the field and offered it to her. Twilight experimentally bit off a petal - it tasted like a carnation dipped in chocolate. She enthusiastically finished the treat in a few bites.

"Oh very nice,” Twilight said, licking her lips, “they must be very popular."

"Well, I'm sure they will be once I've sorted out the side effects and put them on sale."

"Side effects?" Twilight asked nervously.

"Nothing major, nothing major. The flower you just ate, for example, tends to, er, have a slight impact on a unicorn's spell casting. It's not permanent – it'll go in a day or two."

"What!" Twilight quickly tried to summon her magic, but it felt sluggish. She pulled harder and tendrils of purple light started to flow up her horn. She gave an involuntary moan as they moved – she could feel the magic trace a spiral groove around her horn like the most dexterous of tongues – a wave of pleasure pushed her to her knees, gasping. She released the magic and the tendrils fell back, leaving a fresh wave of pleasure in their wake.

Twilight unsteadily staggered to her hooves and turned angrily to Slightly, who raised a hoof defensively.

"Now, now, my dear. I am sorry I forgot to mention the side effect, but it will go soon enough, and I am given to understand that the effect is not entirely unpleasant. I'm sure you'll find it easy to manage without magic - earth ponies and pegasi do it every day."

Fighting her instincts, Twilight lowered her hackles in acceptance of the apology. "Of course, Mr Bonkers. Please forgive my anger, it was uncivil of me." Twilight smiled winsomely.

"Think nothing of it, my dear. Let us continue the tour, what?" With that, Slightly headed towards the banks of the river, where a small gondola awaited. He took position at the rear and gallantly assisted Twilight aboard with an outstretched hoof. He dismissed the clockwork ponies with a wave of his hoof and then pushed the craft into the middle of the river with a long pole.

Twilight watched the golems depart. “Your type threes are a magnificent creation. Do you have any problems with them?”

"Hmm. I do sometimes find them to be a little, how to put it, 'inflexible' at times. I think their intelligence is actually a burden for them. I actually have a project I'm working on at the moment to resolve the problem, but it is still in the early stages."

Slightly seemed to have no difficulty punting the gondola against the flow, guiding the boat to a dark, low tunnel upstream. The tunnel was lit with widely spaced candles that gave off just enough light to make out the route. Twilight found the candlelight, chocolate aroma and gentle rhythm of the gondola relaxing and she settled down at the head of the boat with a small contented sigh. She started with surprise when Slightly suddenly spoke.

"Now previous visitors have assured me that I should be singing to them at this point, but I'm afraid that the acoustics in this tunnel are ghastly and my repertoire is woefully limited. So unless you want to hear what a rousing rendition of my favourite drinking songs would sound like at the bottom of a well, I shall remain silent."

"Thank you for the kind offer," said Twilight, laughing, "but I shall decline."

After a while, the light at the end of the tunnel grew brighter and soon Twilight was dazzled as they left the tunnel and entered a huge, brightly lit room. The chocolate stream they had been navigating opened out to become a lake, fed by multiple waterfalls up ahead, each a different colour.

"As you can see, we have white, milk and dark chocolate waterfalls and other types too; the lake mixes the different ingredients and the streams flowing out carry the perfect blends out to the casting room where the bars are made. The toffee waterfall is closest - I'll bring us in so you can take a look."

As the gondola approached the toffee waterfall Twilight started to get worried – she realised that they were heading straight for it.

"Don't worry - it's not hot. Just don't touch it or it'll solidify. Now there's a lever on the bottom of the gondola the puts up a canopy. Be a good girl and see if you can find, would you?"

Twilight obediently lowered her head to peer where Slightly had vaguely waved a hoof. She noticed that he speeded up a little. There was no sign of a lever in the darkness.

"That's right, keep looking. It's down there somewhere."

Twilight looked up with alarm as she felt the toffee touch her back. It solidified instantly, anchoring her in place. The gondola drifted under the waterfall, thoroughly coating her in rock hard toffee. Slightly deftly turned the boat before the wall of toffee could touch him.

Twilight found that she could just open her mouth, thank Luna, but could not otherwise move a muscle. A brief attempt to use her magic to free herself from her sticky prison was aborted when the waves of pleasure hit, breaking her focus. She could just hear Slightly through her encased ears.

"No, no, no. The posture is all wrong. It just won't do. Blast. I shall have to try something else."

Twilight felt the boat move, and then stop against something solid. A shrill whistle sounded. Summoning the workers Twilight thought. A short while later, she felt herself being pried up from the gondola and being carried a short way. She was set down and nothing happened for a moment.

Just as she was starting to get worried – she was having difficulty seeing how the toffee could be removed without loosing some fur – she started to feel something on her back. Warm dampness broke through the toffee. A steady pressure moving up and down her back. Tongues she thought. The workers were licking off the toffee.

Soon multiple patches of toffee came away and the workers moved down from her back and started work on the rest of her body. Twilight wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what was coming, but was helpless to prevent it. Heat pooled in her nethers as she felt the tongues ever so slowly work their way eagerly across her back and neck. She felt them drift along her flanks, teasing her cutie mark, sending tingles up her spine. She felt her face getting cleaned, her ears being gently nibbled, increasing her arousal.

She tensed and trembled but they neither sped up nor slowed down until suddenly the toffee around her horn was gone and two hungry tongues just kept licking. Neck still encased, she could not move her head an iota against the onslaught. She moaned softly as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Both tongues soon found a rhythm, alternating their licks on either side.

Drawing on deep reserves of willpower, Twilight tried to hold out, but was unable suppress the noises they wrung out of her. Just need to hold on a little longer... she thought to herself. In her agitation, she hadn't realised that there were more than two workers here. She quickly noticed though, when the toffee coating her hindquarters finally gave way and tongues began to assault her pussy with equal energy.

Howling with pleasure, enflamed, Twilight came. Sensing this, the tongues relented as she caught her breath, for a moment. Then the licking started again. Twilight moaned with dismay as she was quickly brought up to the slopes of orgasm again.

In this way, the toffee was slowly removed. When her face was clear, one of the two workers on her horn dived in for a quick kiss that Twilight almost didn't notice and then joined her fellow workers as they licked up Twilight's barrel. This left one worker on her horn, but the respite was minimal – with the horn all to herself, the worker engulfed it with her mouth and started to suck. If anything, the delay between the helpless Twilight's climaxes only got shorter.

Likewise, once her flank was clean, only one tongue remained on her pussy, but it was now free to explore inside and out, to her loud vocal delight.

There came a point in time when Twilight had one hungry mouth licking her horn, one mouth sucking her clitoris and countless tongues teasing her teats. She was unable to escape as her hooves were still encased in a block of toffee. Her cries of pleasure became louder, each respite needed to become longer, each orgasm came more quickly, but eventually her hooves became free and Twilight collapsed on the grass besides the lake.

She barely noticed Slightly call for the workers to stand back. He was clearly affected by the show – whilst his coat was too dark to show arousal, Twilight could see from her lower vantage point another indicator of his interest.

After Twilight recovered some portion of her breath and her senses, she staggered to her feet in order to likewise recover a small portion of her dignity. Slightly coughed briefly.

"Well, now. This is awkward." said Slightly, "Bit of a navigational error on my part – I do apologise."

It took a moment for Twilight to remember the requisite naive gullibility of the character she was playing. Swallowing back a few more pointed replies, she meekly lowered her head and said, "Oh, it's quite all right, Mister Bonkers; accidents do happen. I was wondering, though, if there might be something to drink nearby; my throat is unaccountably dry."

There was a brief pause and then Slightly brightened immensely at the request. "Of course, my dear. Please do follow me."

He lead her up a well hidden stairway that took them to the top of the toffee waterfall. Twilight could see that just past the toffee was what looked to be a freshwater stream - there was a very narrow gap of land between the two. The toffee stream was not too wide and with Slightly's encouragement she easily jumped it. She squelched into a fair landing and quickly knelt down onto her forelegs to drink deeply from the stream, her rump high in the air. I was only when she attempted to rise that noticed she was stuck.

"Ah – now that posture is perfect. Sorry about that old girl - the toffee tends to spread a little from the banks. We had a devil of a time stopping it from mixing with the chocolate early, hence that water stream. Anyway, stay right there and we'll have you somewhere more comfortable in a jiffy."

Twilight found herself to be irritated. Having only just escaped from one toffee prison, she was now trapped in the stuff again. This time only her rear hooves and forelegs were encased, but it was more than enough to hold her. She was keenly aware that her rump was raised suggestively and her attempts at freeing herself were causing it to wave in the air in a most enticing manner. This didn't stop her from struggling though.

The toffee golems were clearly immune to the stickiness of the toffee and carefully prized her from the ground as a solid block. They carried her over to Slightly and then placed her on a small hoof-cart that another worker had brought. She found herself resting precariously over the edge, with a very close up view of a worker's backside. She was embarrassed to see where Slightly had put the golems' on-off switch.

"Mister Bonkers! What is the meaning of the ungentlestalliony behaviour?"

"So very sorry, Miss Twilight,” said Bonkers, “Let me explain. I'm bored with chocolate, you see, so I've decided to branch out into doughnuts.” He started to walk down the path, followed by the golem pulling the cart. Twilight noticed that one of the wheels squeaked as it moved.

“I've been developing new magically-tasty doughnut technology, and it's all going very well, but the magic energy dissipates within minutes and then they become merely tasty doughnuts. It's a big problem. I need a way to hold the doughnuts AND keep the magic fresh at the same time. I've spent years researching the problem, and now I have the perfect solution! A unicorn horn!"

"What?!"

"I know! My brilliance amazes even me sometimes. You shall have the honour of being my first prototype. Mass production may be a bit of an issue, but first things first."

Slightly was leading the entourage through a more traditional factory environment, until they reached a large stainless steel contraption that towered over their heads. Twilight was carefully positioned under the device, a lever was pulled, and three fresh doughnuts were neatly deposited on her head.

"You see? Your horn stops them from falling off your head and your magic will keep them fresh for HOURS! I'm a genius!"

Twilight was speechless.

Slightly puffed with pride as he admired Twilight's horn, “Let's do a taste test.”

The cart was wheeled to Slightly's office and positioned by his desk. Much to her dismay, she found that her posture was now ideal for the industrialist to easily grab a doughnut, which he did. Twilight burned with embarrassment and humiliation as he quickly ate all three doughnuts with a mug of hot chocolate and sighed with satisfaction. "Simply divine!"

Once he had finished his meal, he rang a bell by his desk which summoned a worker to take Twilight to a storage room. Slightly Bonkers lay down for a post-prandial snooze as Twilight was wheeled away on the squeaky cart.

Twilight was most unhappy, not least because the grinning worker who deposited her in her cramped cell took the liberty of licking the doughnut glazing from off her horn before closing the door and departing.

As soon as the hoof steps faded away, Twilight brought out her secret weapon – all the recent activity had left her starving. She quickly ate enough of her (surprisingly tasty) bonds to escape.

The storage room was nearly empty, but there was a mop and bucket in one corner. Using the elite training that having an older brother who liked playing guard ponies gave her, she instantly recognised a useful weapon. She briefly considered using the bucket as a helmet, but decided against it – it would be undignified.

Mop in mouth, she stalked the corridors as quiet as a ninja, an avatar of vengeance in search of a lone worker. Finding one, she crept behind it and carefully poked the golem's off switch with the mop handle, blushing. “Ooh!” the golem exclaimed, and it fell to the ground inert.

The golem was heavy and a little sticky, but Twilight managed to drag it into a well-lit room where she could study its workings. Thankfully Slightly was a meticulous designer – every control switch inside the golem was labelled. She briefly toyed with the idea of switching on the 'rampage' function, but decided to just press the 'reset loyalty' switch instead.

With mop in hoof in case of hostility, Twilight turned the golem back on and stood back. A soft whir emanated from the golem as it slowly warmed up. The whir turned into a hum as it rose to its hooves. The hum turned into a crashing noise reminiscent of a pane of glass being thrown down some stairs as it opened its eyes, but it quietened down after a bit and Twilight decided that everything was probably fine.

"Oh, hello! I know you - you're the mare the old master was showing around. You tasted very nice. Are you my new master?"

"Um, thank you. I'm Twilight Sparkle and I'll be your mistress. Do you have a name?"

"W-800, at your service, mistress, how may I serve you?"

"Wow - that's a high number - how many of you are there?"

"There are currently 37 worker type threes. Toffee gears barely last a month. When we wear out, we get dropped into the vats and are melted down to make a new worker."

"How horrible!"

"Its all right - we don't feel pain. We do get hungry though."

"You can eat toffee to repair yourselves?" Twilight guessed.

"We eat toffee to repair, but we need magic for fuel. Lots of toffee here. Not much magic. You have lots of magic. Very tasty. May I taste again?"

"What? You mean like when you, er, freed me from the toffee?" Twilight danced aside as W-800 tried to nuzzle Twilight's hindquarters.

"No taste?" The worker sounded sad.

"Um, maybe later," said Twilight with a blush.

"Aaaww. What are your orders, mistress?"

"Right. I need a rebellion. I order you to find another worker, reset its loyalty and make it loyal to you. Then give it the exact same orders as I am giving to you. All of you are to continue converting workers until none are loyal to Bonkers – the old master. At that point, you shall overthrow Bonkers and await further orders. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress! Fun! I go!" With that the worker departed.

Twilight estimated that it would take about an hour to convert the workers to her command. That gave her plenty of time to find Bonkers and wait. Her confidence lasted most of a minute: she was headed towards the study when a klaxon sounded.

Bonkers' disembodied voice sounded out over the factory, silencing the alarm, "My dear Miss Twilight, please return to your storage room. Oh, and be a good sport and punish yourself for running off while you're at it, will you?"

Twilight chuckled and continued searching for his office. The labyrinthine corridors were making navigation difficult. A few minutes later, Bonkers' voice sounded out again, "I cannot help but notice that you haven't gone back to your storage room, Miss Twilight. This really is very poor form. I am disappointed in you."

Twilight finally found the study, but found it empty. She continued to explore. It wasn't long before another message from the factory proprietor came out over the public address system.

"Miss Twilight, I do apologise. I have just realised that you must be lost - that is why you haven't done as I have asked. Hold on – the worker type threes aren't responding to my orders for some reason, so I'll send a type four out to pick you up."

Twilight hadn't considered the possibility of a worker type four. She had no idea what it would be like, but she remember Bonkers' complaints about type three's inflexibility and intelligence. Maybe the type four would be stupid, but more dexterous? Various ideas crossed her mind.

If Bonkers wasn't in his office, Twilight decided that he might be in a control room of some kind, and that would mean the factory area. Leaving the office complex, she headed towards the factory. The great doughnut machine would make an excellent landmark and she could navigate from there.

Drawn by the distant sounds of machinery, she eventually found herself in front of a door that would not open. Peering through the window in the door she could see the doughnut machine – she just needed to work out how to open the door. She wasn't given much time to think.

A faint slurping, burbling noise was coming from behind her. She turned, and saw the worker type four. It was a white, roughly cubic blob, and it was oozing its way towards her. Her back to the door, she tried bucking it with a both hind legs, but the door wouldn't give. The blob was getting closer. Twilight peered at her adversary. It was a marshmallow.

With the door behind her not giving way and the marshmallow golem getting closer, Twilight came to a decision – she would have to run past it. Marshmallows weren't renowned for their strength or speed, so she gave herself good odds. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head, snorted aggressively and started to charge.

Embedded neck-deep in a mindless marshmallow golem, Twilight watched the factory walls pass by with serene grace as it slurped and burbled its way back to the storage room. The golem had been surprisingly fast with its pseudopods. Twilight's struggles amply demonstrated its strength, but achieved nothing else. Attempts at conversation were met with uncomprehending silence. Twilight sighed.

"Oh, there you are, mistress!"

Twilight recognised the voice of W-800. Craning her neck, she watched it as it trotted up close, followed closely by what appeared to be every other worker in the factory.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we were having difficulty with one of your orders. We were hoping you could explain, if you have the time." The workers were having no difficulty keeping up the the marshmallow's stately pace, walking alongside.

"Not at all, girls,” she said sweetly, “How can I help?"

"It's this 'overthrow' word. We're not sure exactly what you mean. Can you explain?"

"Well, it's not too hard. Come close and listen carefully," The herd of workers huddled around Twilight, "Overthrowing someone is very simple – I'll go through it in stages. First you GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!"

The last words were delivered with a bellow and the workers leapt to her aid. Pulling her out was tricky – their hooves got stuck in the marshmallow. One tried to pull her out by sucking on her horn really hard, but it was ineffective and Twilight ordered them to stop doing it. After the fourth attempt. Reluctantly.

Once she had gotten her breath back, Twilight finally suggested that they eat her out. They quickly understood the order and consumed their way to Twilight's freedom. The marshmallow golem didn't show any distress at its fate and Twilight tolerated the worker's well-placed nips, nibbles and licks with as much dignity as she could muster through a couple of screaming orgasms.

Once she was free, and had regained her hooves, Twilight was feeling a lot better.

"Good job, girls. Now, lead me to Slightly Bonkers. And someone get me a mop."

Holding the mop in her tail and ready for trouble, Twilight was lead by her army to the vats. Slightly Bonkers was standing on a catwalk over one of the great bubbling vats, directing the manufacture of fresh worker type fours. He was surrounded by a dozen of the things.

Their eyes met across the backs of their armies. "Ah, Miss Twilight! It appears that you're the cause of this tedious industrial dispute. I commend your organisational skills – would you like a job as the company secretary once we're done with this fracas? My current one couldn't arrange a board meeting if his life depended on it, let alone a full rebellion."

Twilight waved the mop defiantly. "Never!", she shouted, "I'll teach you what a hot gentlestallion should do with a helpless mare – and it doesn't involve doughnuts! Charge!"

Taking mop once more in mouth, she reared and pawed the air in a challenge to Slightly Bonkers. He, for his part, had a long, thick, striped candy cane by his side. He clenched it in his teeth and leapt forward to lead his marshmallows in combat as the toffee golems surged forwards. With breathtaking grace, Slightly jumped over the melee to face Twilight directly. The mare and stallion fought hoof to hoof, mop to candy cane. Twilight's fury and longer reach worked in her favour and she started slowly forcing Slightly back.

The golems armies were fighting for dominance, but both groups were ineffective. The toffee golems were already full and didn't seem inclined to eat any more marshmallows, eliminating their only proven combat technique. The marshmallows, for their part, didn't seem to understand the concept of combat at all, and just tried to hug the type threes. The melee was devolving into a squirming sticky mess.

Twilight was so focussed on her fight with Slightly that she didn't notice the over-loaded catwalk start to twist and groan. It suddenly gave way under the weight of the combatants, tumbling them all into the waiting vat below.

Twilight landed on the edge of the vat, hanging over a precipitous drop into darkness. Slightly landed opposite Twilight, on the edge of the vat, hanging over the bubbling liquid. They both scrambled fruitlessly for a hoofhold, unable to hold their weight by their forelegs indefinitely. Their eyes met.

"My dear Miss Twilight, this concludes your tour of the Bonkers Chocolate Factory. I'm afraid that I shall be unable to show you to the exit as I shall be swimming through a long pipe of lukewarm chocolate. Please do see yourself out. I do hope you have enjoyed your visit."

With that, Slightly Bonkers fell back, into the vat with a splash. Twilight looked around at the devastation in the factory. Not one worker of either type appeared to have survived. She sighed and then took a deep breath.

"Help! Damsel in distress! Help!"

An alicorn mare with a midnight blue coat and a star-studded light blue mane almost immediately swooped into view, hovering in front of Twilght. She wore a small domino mask to hide her face. "Do not despair, fair damsel! For I, the mysterious Balanced Diet, shall save you!"

"Oh thank you, brave and mysterious heroine!"

Balanced Diet flew behind Twilight and grasped her gently in her forelegs. Gaining altitude with ease, she carried Twilight over the vats, past the confectionery rivers they fed, swooped over the chocolate mixing lake, through the long dark tunnel and brought her down gently in the growing room meadow, by the banks of a milk chocolate river.

Twilight hugged Balanced Diet and kissed her passionately. "You saved my life! However can I thank you, Balanced Diet?"

Thanking the alicorn started with kisses, tickles and nips on her neck and flank. Soon Twilight was caressing her cutie mark (a crescent moon on a dark background) as she did this, to the appreciative moans of the larger mare. Then Twilight grinned slyly and subtly guided the alicorn round until the river was on her other flank. A quick push was enough to deposit the startled mare into the delicious river. She squawked and quickly clambered out, coated in chocolate.

Twilight enthusiastically started giving Balanced Diet a taste of her own recent experiences as Twilight got a good taste of Balanced Diet. And the chocolate.

After a while, the two mares were lying side by side amongst the tall flowers of the meadow. Balanced Diet had a freshly preened wing draped over Twilight's back as she happily chewed on a pink flower. The other colours, she told Twilight, all had interesting side effects.

Twilight sighed happily, "Thanks for the dream, Luna. It was lovely."

Luna was startled, "How did you penetrate my brilliant disguise?" she asked, "Oh – my mask fell off when you were thanking me. How careless of me not to notice."

Twilight giggled.

Suddenly more serious, it was Luna's turn to sigh. "I know that this dream didn't quite go smoothly. Everything was going to plan until I realised we hadn't really talked about, well, stallions. I had to improvise whilst I constructed a different ending."

Twilight nickered. "You didn't see my waving my plot in the air as an invitation? I thought I made myself clear." She seemed disappointed.

"I couldn't be absolutely sure - I was terrified that I'd make a mistake."

"Well, for future reference, if you choose to take the form of a stallion underwear model again, you may indeed take advantage of any predicament you put me in, even if he is a buffoon."

"Thank you, Twilight Sparkle. I shall be sure to do so in future. Now I need to clean up this dream and you need to wake up. Have a good day and I'll see you soon."

Twilight and Luna kissed as Twilight faded back into the waking world.