Ghost of a Sunset

by The Emerald Nightingale

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Equestria Girls, Aria Blaze, Comedy, Adagio Dazzle, Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Slice of Life, Sonata Dusk, Alternate Universe, Romance, Drama
Length: 3257

A collab with Shagohad12! - Sunset Shimmer: Queen of CHS, Ex-Student of Princess Celestia..​. Socially Awkward Teenage Girl with a Crush?

"A timeline known, but with a twist. How much difference can one person make?"

Grey Ghost never asked for much in life. A roof over his head, a little spare cash in his pocket, and some friends to spend the day with were all he ever needed. And a girlfriend?

Well, that'd be a nice bonus.

What he never expected, though, was how much his life would be turned upside-down upon enrolment at Canterlot High School...

Published 2015-10-04 17:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-04 17:30:02 UTC

Chapter 1

There he is. Grey Ghost, the new kid. He’s nothing remarkable - slate grey skin, powder white hair, deep green eyes and a rather tall, lanky build. So what is it about him that makes me feel so… weird? He hasn’t even looked at me since he got here - hell, he hasn’t looked at or talked to anyone - and yet he’s managed to get under my skin… why?

Oh well. He’ll notice me by the end of today. I have a plan, after all. It may be the last of my magic, the last shred of my true power… but it’ll be worth it.

Yes, Grey Ghost. You will notice me by the end of the day, or my name isn’t Sunset Shimmer!

{3rd Person PoV}

Grey sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, shutting his locker. The entire week had just been a mess. His father had just gone off on his honeymoon with his new wife, leaving him under the supervision of his mother, Vice Principal Luna. Not that he didn’t like Canterlot High, it was just the fact that his parents didn’t trust him enough on his own that drove him nuts.

“I hate Gym Class…” he muttered, shaking his head tiredly. He shut his locker, sealing away his regular clothes, now wearing a set of dark blue jogging pants and a thin white t-shirt. Taking a deep, sobering breath, Grey turns for the door, jogging out the door onto the field to join the rest of his class. For a moment, though, he though he saw a couple of people left inside…

“Alright Ladies!” Coach Spitfire barked, and Grey shook the thoughts from his mind, scrambling into line with the rest of his class. “You’re running track today! I want at least ten laps before you even think about stopping!” A series of groans met her ears, and she dropped her reflective aviator shades to glare at them. “Move it!”

Grey muttered to himself as he started to run, pacing himself. He didn’t want to end up as a puffing, sweaty, exhausted mess by the time he was done. By the time he got to his fourth lap, he caught a faint blotch of color out of the corner of his eyes, by the locker room.

“The hell was that?” he asked himself, blinking a couple times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. The colours were gone. Grey shrugged, continuing his laps until, after two more, he saw the colours again. This time, however, he was able to see that the colours were actually someone’s hair, a pale gold hand held out. The hand flashed with a pale, baby-blue light before retreating through the door again, slamming it behind the owner. “Was that… Sunset Shimmer?” he said, shaking his head in an attempt to ignore it. “Ah, never mind, probably just a magic trick or something…”

He brought his attention back to his running, wiping some sweat from his forehead, curse as some made it into his eye, stinging it. In the brief moment that he was unable to see, the same pale blue light from Sunset’s “trick” surrounded his body, fading away before he had a chance to see it. He continued running, just reaching the start of his seventh as the rest of the class were finishing their tenth, but he didn’t care.

What he did care about was the sudden feeling of tightness in his chest, as though his skin was stretching out.

“What the heck?” he asked, pulling his shift away from his chest and peering inside the collar, only to recoil in shock as the feeling returned, watching as his chest began to swell, growing two small, rounded mounds that seemed to keep growing. He stared, eyes wide, and cautiously reached up to touch one, letting out a surprised groan at the unexpected tenderness of the flesh. He began to panic, hoping beyond hope that no one would notice the changes.

“Grey Ghost!” Coach Spitfire barked, causing him to jump and panic even more. “Why did you stop running!”

“I’m, uh…” Grey stammered, eyes darting around desperately for an answer even as he felt his waistline begin to shrink. “I’m… not feeling too good, Coach!” he tried. “C-can I head back in to get a drink!?”

“Yeah, alright,” Coach replied, nodding towards the doors. “Take five.”

“T-thanks!” he said with a quick nod before hauling ass to the locker room. He quickly slammed the door shut, quietly peering around, making sure no one was inside. He let out a sigh of relief, before peering into his shirt again. His chest was swelling again, starting to strain against the fabric, and he hurriedly pulled the shirt off. His eyes went wide when his pants tightened, too, stripping those and his underwear off as quickly as possible and running into a shower, pulling the curtain across. “What the hell is happening to me…”

Grey looks down at his body, eyes going wide in terror when his manhood began to shrink, slowly receding into his groin.

“No!” he cried, desperately grabbing it in an attempt to stop to the process, but his efforts were in vain. All he managed to do was hold his manhood in it’s final moments before it became a small pink nub on his groin, letting out a surprised, pleasured groan as the skin below seemed to open up, revealing the soft, pink love canal within. his chest swelled again, easily reaching a DDD cup size even as his waistline shrank and his rear expanded, leaving him with a poppin’ ass and hips to die for.

“Oh god, I’m a chick!?” he gasped, looking down at himself, herself? He whimpered, hugging himself, “This has to be dream. t-this can’t be real!” He stumbled back, leaning against the shower wall, absently turning the water on. “What’ll I tell Mom… Dad… My friends…” He sighed, sliding slowly down the wall until he rested on the floor. “My life is over…”

He let the water fall on him, letting out a long sigh. He grabbed the soap, starting to wash himself, hoping that at some point, he’d wake up and everything would be normal again. After cleaning the grime of his running away, he turned the water off, sliding the curtain open, looking for his towel.

"Going through some changes, Ghostie?" a mocking voice called out, echoing around the empty locker room. Grey Ghost whipped around, instantly covering himself when he saw Sunset Shimmer leaning against the wall, his towel in her hand. "How embarrassing it must be for you."

“S-sunset Shimmer!?” he asked, his eyes going wide. “L-look...j-just give me my towel and we’ll just forget this whole thing...”

Sunset stood there for a minute, seemingly thinking it over, before glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. A small blush bloomed on her face, nearly invisible. “And what are you going to do when you’re dry?” she asked, balling the towel up. “In case you haven’t noticed, your clothes are kind of missing.”

“What?” he asked, looking around, noting that, indeed, they were gone, “Give me my clothes back!” he shouted, trying to sound intimidating.

“Hey, I don’t have them!” she said defensively, holding her hands up. “And anyway, I was gonna do you a favour while I was here.” She smirked, throwing the towel behind her as she sauntered over, running a hand up Ghost’s arm as she circled him.

“I-I’m not liking where this is going...” he said, taking a step toward the door, gulping quite audibly.

“Hey!” she cried indignantly. “I was going to help you!”

"H-help me h-how?" he asked watching her, gulping loudly.

"I," she breathed, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning up to his ear. Ghost went rigid as he felt Sunset's breasts press against his back. "Am going to show you how a real woman feels…” Her hand snaked down Ghost's chest, cupping his breast tenderly and giving it a brief squeeze.

He let out a yelp, jumping back, slapping at her hand. “The hell are you doing?!” he asked, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Oh, no," Sunset growled, gripping him tightly. She turned, forcing him back into the shower, and turned the water back on, not even caring as the water soaked her clothes. "You're not going anywhere, Ghostie. I'm trying to do a nice thing for you, and you're going to enjoy it!"

“H-hey back off!” he said, finding his confidence trying to push past her. Sunset, however, moved into his way, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back.

“No Ghost!” Sunset cried, gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it off, throwing it behind her somewhere. Ghost blushed when he realised she wasn’t wearing any form of bra. “Unless you wanna go running through the school, drenched and naked, you’re gonna want to cooperate!”

“Y-you can’t do this!” he shouted, glaring at her, “My mother is the vice principal of the school!” he threatened, hoping it would get her to back off.

“Yes, your point is?” Sunset asked, crossing her arms under her bust and pushing it up. “You seem to forget who runs this school. I have Luna in my back pocket.” She paused, smirking as she leaned in. “She’ll do anything I say, you know…”

“Your bluffing...” he backed up, running into the wall, feeling like a trapped rat.

Sunset giggled, pressing her breasts against his and nibbling on his earlobe before breathing “She tastes of blueberries…”

“Ab wa?” he asked, staring at her as his mind processed that bit of information.

“Nevermind,” she chuckled, slowly sinking to her knees. She eyed the area between Ghost's legs, licking her lips hungrily. "I hope you're ready..." she muttered, diving in and running her tongue over Ghost's opening seconds later.

He gasped, arching his back. He didn’t want to admit it but that felt,... good… Sunset, however, had picked up on this. She grinned, pushing her tongue a little past Ghost's folds before pulling away, teasing the outside of his lower lips.

“S-stop...” he weakly protested, placing his hands on her shoulders, giving her a pathetic push. Sunset chuckled, batting his hands away idly and suckling on his clit.

“You like this,” Sunset whispered, blowing onto Ghost’s slit. “Don’t you?”

He whimpered, giving a very slight nod.

“Good," she breathed, bringing her hands up to grip his thighs. "Then you're going to love this..."

"Love w-what?" he asked between pants, dripping onto the floor.

She dived back in, sealing Ghost's lower lips with her mouth and pushing her tongue in as far as she could reach, wiggling it around. Her eyes met his, still somewhat malicious but laced with... something else. Something that his lust-addled mind just couldn’t place.

He let out another long moan, sliding down the wall, landing on his ass. Sunset let out a gasp of surprise before grinning, climbing over Ghost’s body and pressing her lips to his, her hand moving to rub at her nethers. Ghost moaned into the kiss, squirming underneath her.

“Mm, that’s it…” Sunset whispered, nibbling his lower lip playfully. “Enjoy it…” She pulled away, removing her skirt before diving back in and pressing her knee to his crotch.
He squirmed under her hold, closing his eyes. He moaned into her lips, her heart rate skyrocketing. “S-sunset…” he moaned, his juices coating her knee.

“Yes?” Sunset breathed, peppering kisses down his jaw, neck and collarbone before moving to his breasts, dragging her tongue down the valley between her breasts.

“D-don’t stop...”he whimpered, giving in fully, it just felt ssoo good.

Sunset giggled, pulling away and standing with a sultry look in her eyes. “I see you’re enjoying this,” she teased, backing away slowly until she reached the lockers. “But I think you’ll like this a little more…” she added, reaching into her own locker and pulling something out, hiding it behind her back.

“L-like what?” he asked, pulling himself into a sitting position, using the brief reprieve to catch his breath. He shook his head, trying to suppress his lust. Despite himself, though, one hand found itself between his legs, gently stroking at his slit.

“Desperate, aren’t we?” Sunset tittered as she sauntered over, a sway in her hips that drew Ghost’s eye. He gulped loudly, sweat building on his brow. “Well trust me, if you liked my hands, then this is going to feel much.” She paused, dropping to all fours and crawling over to him, keeping her eyes locked on his. “Much.” She brought her face within an inch of his, her hot breath washing over his face as she pressed something to his opening. “Better.”

“W-what is that!?” Ghost whined, squirming against her.

"Oh, that?" Sunset breathed, her breath hitched as she moved her hips. Ghost groaned as the object inside of him shifted. "That's my favourite toy... A vibrator meant for two..."

He winced, "I-I'm a virgin..." he mumbled out, blushing furiously.

Sunset paused, leaning back suddenly, inadvertently pushing the toy further into Ghost. She paled when he cried out. "Sweet Celestia..." she murmured, quickly pulling the toy out and grabbing Ghost by the shoulders. "I-I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I just... I thought... I shouldn't have..."

“That really hurt...” he whimpered, closing his eyes. He whined, leaning on her.

“I…” Sunset murmured, slowly wrapping her arms around him as tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry, Ghost… I didn’t want to hurt you…”

He curled up against her, laying his head on her shoulder. “I-it was really good...” he admitted as the pain started to subside. “I um...really liked you being in charge...”

Sunset blinked, pulling back and looking into Ghost's eyes before a small blush crossed her face. "Oh?" she asked, reaching down and turning the toy on, letting out a low groan of pleasure. "Would you like t-to..." she said, pausing to moan loudly. "To carry on?"

“Yeah...lets,” he said nodding his head, matching her moans with some of his own. Sunset smiled, pushing forward until their crotches met, gasping sharply as her clit brushed against Ghost's own.

“Oh god Sunset...t-that feels so good!!” he cried out, panting heavily, his breasts heaving.Sunset grinned, pulling back and thrusting back into Ghost, groaning with each movement, going faster and faster each time.

He whimpered and moaned, his breathing getting faster and faster. It all became too much and he let out a scream, cumming hard. Sunset smiled happily at his euphoria, and seconds later her own orgasm crashed through her, leaning forward and sealing Ghost’s lips with her own.

He panted, putting his arms around her, looking up into her eyes. “Sunset...that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced...” he muttered breathlessly.

Sunset smiled down at him for a moment, breathing heavily, before she pulled back, removing the still-buzzing thoy from their nethers. She gasped as it slipped out of her before turning to Ghost, panting, “Ghost, I… I love…”

“What?” he asked as he pulled himself against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

“I-I…” she tried, only to freeze up, tears building in her eyes. Ghost frowned in concern, reaching out, only for Sunset to scramble away, turning and trying to run.

“Hey!” he scrambled to his feet, managing to grab her wrist before she bolted.

“...Let go of me, Ghost…” Sunset said coldly, refusing to look at him.

“You just took my virginity, the least you could do is tell me what's going on.” He insisted, looking at her.

"P-please..." she whimpered, tears flowing down her face. "I... I can't… I just… can’t..."

“Hey, talk to me...” he said, gently coaxing her closer to him, touching her cheek. She turned slowly, her eyes wide and bloodshot.

“G-ghostie…” she sobbed, burying her face in his chest and hugging him tight. “I-I’m so s-sorry…”

“It’s ok Sunset...I’m not mad...” he said, gently petting her head, trying to calm her down.

“B-but…” she sniffled. “...I l-love you, Ghostie…”

He blinked a few times. “R-really?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

"Mm-hm," she mumbled, nodding her head as she stared at her feet. "B-but... I c-can't..."

“Hey look at me...” he said, lifting her head up to look into her eyes, “I can’t say I feel that way, yet,” he said, emphasizing yet, “But...if you want to, you know...give this a try, I’d like to.”

“...Thank you, Ghostie…” she muttered, smiling happily and resting her head on his chest. “I… I’d like that…”

He smiled, rubbing her back. “Lets get dressed before anyone else shows up...”

“...shit!” Sunset pulled away from the embrace, rushing to her locker and tearing it open. “No, no, no…”

“What?” he asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh…” she muttered, smiling sheepishly. “Well, you know how I said your clothes were gone?” She paused, waiting for him to nod before continuing. “Well, I had some in my locker for if you, well… turned me down…”

“What ah...what kind of clothes?” he asked, moving over to her, raising his eyebrow.

“It’s… better if you look for yourself…” she said sadly, moving aside. Ghost looked to her confused for a moment before peering into the locker, spotting an incredibly small black tube top with the word “WHORE” written across the front in bold red letters, a white G-String thong and a mini skirt that clearly wouldn’t cover his whole ass. A pair of gold, glittery platform sandals sat in the back.

“I’m telling you right now,” he turned to her, giving her an unamused look. “I’m not wearing that.”

“I don’t expect you to,” she sighed, seeming almost disappointed. “You can wear mine if you want, I’ll wear those. It was just to… well, punish you if you said no.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You really want me to wear that don’t you?” he asked with a long sigh.

Sunset smiled sheepishly. “Well it’s up to you, but…”

“Fine, I’ll wear it,” he said with a sigh, pulling it out.

Sunset watched as he bent down, bringing the g-string up his long, slender legs, drooling slightly. “...Uh…”

“Man, that’s weird...” He muttered, adjusting it with a frown.

“It’s…” Sunset murmured. “It’s… hot…”

“You gonna stare or get dressed?” he asked, pulling on the tube top.

“I kinda wanna stare…” she replied before shaking her head. “But… yeah, I should get dressed…” She moved around the room, gathering her clothes up. “Oh, shit… my clothes are soaked…” She turned to Ghost with a blush. “Well, it’s lucky I had two of those outfits, isn't it?” she asked sheepishly.

“Karma,” he smirked, pulling the sandals on.

Sunset shrugged, opening a second locker and pulling out a tiny white tube top with large black bold lettering reading out “CUM SLUT” and pulled it over her head, her rock-hard nipples showing through the fabric. She then pulled out a g-string of her own, this one dark purple with an open crotch, and a mini skirt made of see-through fabric. Glittering silver platform sandals completed the outfit, and she turned to Ghost with a light blush on her face.

“Ok, now that's hot,” he smirked, “Glad I’m not wearing that one.” he moved over, taking her hand.

“Oh, shut up!” Sunset giggled, shoving him lightly. “At least my top covers my nipples!”

“Look, let’s just get out of here before anyone sees us,” he said, taking her hand, leading her to the exit.

“Yeah, I have a reputation to keep up,” she chuckled.