Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle:
Okay, I’ll be your student again, and I’ll send you lots of letters. Just please stay the fuck out of my dreams!
Your freaked-out student, Sunset Shimmer.
Dear Sunset Shimmer:
You’d better not break that promise if you want to sleep comfortably at night.
Your horny teacher, Princess Twilight Sparkle.
Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle:
Do you really need Flash Sentry to make you happy? I mean, you clearly enjoy both mares and stallions, so I don’t see why you’d have to single-mindedly hunt him down. Also, I’ve made it clear time and again that I have claimed him as my personal sex slave, so nopony else has any right to use him.
And besides, I’m pretty sure that the sirens were left pretty destitute after you made them taste your rainbow, so they’d be happy to have food and a home in exchange for eternal sex servitude. And if you wanted to mix things up, why not cast a gender-swap spell on yourself? I can only imagine how much fun that would be!
Your suggestive former teacher, Celestia.
P.S.: If you do change yourself into a guy, you’ll need a new name. I suggest Dusk Shine.
Dear Princess Celestia:
The sirens as my sex slaves?! Are you crazy?! That would be absolutely-
Well, now that I think about it, it might not be such a bad idea.
Your hopefully soon-to-be-satisfied former student, Twilight Sparkle.
P.S.: Gender-swap spells? That sounds icky. And yet strangely alluring at the same time.
P.P.S.: Dusk Shine? Well, I guess it makes sense. But wasn’t one of the sirens called Sonata Dusk or something? Wouldn’t that cause confusion? Ah well, I’ll figure it out later.