Author's Note

Epilogue.
/most useful A/N ever

Facing The Rising Sun

Two full days of spending non-stop time with Sunset Shimmer later, it's time to go back to school.
You two agreed to keep everything under wraps, maybe let on that you're dating but nothing more serious than that. Definitely nothing about you being gay lovers from different dimensions or anything of that nature.

The first night you spent together was absolutely magical, and you never thought you could sleep so well in such a filthy bed. As magical as that night was though, the following weekend wasn't any less so. The sex itself was great, you both love the same things, meaning there's nothing too lewd, disgusting or degrading for either of you. Once again, nothing the average /b/ thread wouldn't put to shame, but you know.
The sheer amount of cum and saliva produced over the course of two and a half days was quite impressive.

On Sunday, there was also some more vanilla sex. The keyword here being 'some', as the two of you quickly reached the conclusion that it was boring as shit, and Sunset promptly stuck her fingers down your throat as she started stroking herself.
Good times.

But there wasn't only sex, there was also an obscene amount of cuddling and kissing, and not only of the messy and sloppy kind. Most of it was of the pre- or post-coital kind, but then you've both been alone for a long time. You're sure things will slow down in the near future, but for now neither of you wants them to.
For the first time in forever, you step outside with a spring in your step, and a sincere smile on your face.

You're happy.
Being with her makes you happy, being with you makes her happy. She's happy, knowing she's happy makes you happy, and knowing you're happy makes her happy.

Feels.
Good.
Man.

Today's going to be a good day.

After a short trek to the school, you enter the building and walk to your classroom, putting your stuff down and sorting your papers and shit. About twenty minutes later, Rarity enters the classroom, followed by Flash Sentry.

"Bonjour, Anonyme."

You ignore her. She knows you always ignore her when she doesn't use your real name, but that never stopped her.
The fact Flash was following her, however, isn't something you can ignore. You smirk as you remember that he's never so much as gotten a romantic kiss from the little cutie you spent two entire days ravaging.
Feels superior man.

Still, you never thought the day would come you would see his ass in your class. Meanwhile, Rarity has settled at your desk, sitting comfortably on your chair with her legs resting on the desk itself.
You don't know what ladylike really means, but you know that's not it.

"Je sais tout, Anon."

You groan.

"J'ai tout vu."

Flash groans.

Before she can start ranting about how uncouth the two of you are or something, you speak up.

"Just speak fucking English, Rarity. It's not like Flash understands a damn thing, I mean shit, class hasn't even started yet and you're already... doing... whatever the hell it is you're doing," you wave your hands in her general direction to emphasize your point.

She gets up and snorts. "You're so unrefined."

She might be a lady, but goddamn what a prissy cunt she can be at times.

"Anyway, darling," she says as she points a finger at you, "I know everything."

You shudder. "Everything?"

Hearing her say that in a language you know she's fluent in... that's another story.

"My ex-girlfriend," Flash blurts out, "is now your boyfriend."

What the fuck?

Rarity giggles but before you can bodyslam her shit into the nearest wall, she raises a finger. The gesture is so ladylike, you actually shudder and slightly recoil backwards.

"Now don't worry, Anon, dear. Only Flash and I know, and we won't tell anyone," she begins, raising another finger, "provided, of course, that you do something for us."

You just stare, a mix of mild irritation and furious anger on your face.

"As I'm sure you got to find out, Sunset Shimmer is a lady, but only in appearance."

Yes, you did get to find out about that. You've gotten quite intimate with her 'lady'parts over the past few days.
You swear if she's just doing that to get you to publicly admit you're a faggot, you're going to slap a-

"Flash Sentry is the opposite," she says, flashing a signal of some sort to Flash, who briefly looks around in embarrassment before stripping naked.
How has this school not been closed down yet?

It's only now that you look at Flash's naked body. The smooth orange womanhood leaves nothing to the imagination.

"What the fuck."

Her pussy looks quite nice, you wouldn't give up Sunny's cute little cock for the world, but damn. On his- er, her chest, however, she's wearing some sort of... plate. It looks like a mix between silicon and kevlar, molded to give her abdominal region a muscular aspect through her clothing, as well as conceal her curves and the general relief her seemingly ample breasts would otherwise render evident.
What the fuck is this thing, and who came up with it? This world, man... you briefly remember about your special morning wood-friendly underwear. This fucking world...

Still, you don't feel like your opinion has been voiced in a significant enough manner.

"Honestly guys, what the fuck."

"We're ladies, Anonyme."

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN."

Rarity harrumphs while Flash lays a hand on your shoulder. You really wish she would put her clothes back on... even with that extremely unappealing plate of whatever the fuck this is on her chest, the unf is real.

"Since you had no issue accepting Sunset Shimmer..." Flash begins.

"We thought that maybe, you could help setting up Flash with the girl of her dreams," Rarity finishes.

You groan and pinch the bridge of your nose. Is there a single straight, cisgender person in this school? You can't even consider yourself straight anymore, and at any rate it's too early for any of this shit. Since when are you a fucking couple therapist or whatever? What does you accepting Sunset have to do with anything? Is this life trying to compensate for you having had by far the best weekend ever in the history of ever?
Urgh.

"And who might that be, Flash?" Rarity asks, apparently remembering all of a sudden that Flash had never told her who the girl of her dreams was.

"Uh, i-it's, um..."

Whoever it is must be a scary fucking bitch because you've never seen such behavior from a guy. Except from Sunset, who's not really like other guys, but then Flash isn't a guy either apparently, so that-

"It's Gilda," she blurts out, averting her gaze away from Rarity and you, still stark fucking naked. If someone enters the room right now, you're fucked on a level that a mere mortal cannot comprehend. Or not, after all this world is really weird, for all you know they'd just join in and Pinkie Pie would pop her head out of your shirt and throw a nudist party or whatever.

Still, Flash's revelation does little besides causing you (and Rarity) to groan, annoyance quickly overtaking anything else you might have been feeling at the moment.

"Um, Flash, darling... maybe we didn't need to bother Anonyme, after all?"

Flash gives Rarity a confused look as you pick up her clothes, covering her naked form with them as you shake your head.

"Gilda's gay as fuck."

You share a collective laugh before Flash puts her clothes back on and runs out as fast as she can, narrowly missing Fleur while shouting something about panties and lockers. Girls are weird.
The thought of a foursome with Gilda and Flash Sentry pops into your mind before you settle at your desk, taking out a bunch of tests you had to grade during the weekend. Well, two of them, but you know... you wouldn't have had time for more anyway.

Meanwhile in math class...

You are Sunset Shimmer, and you are standing next to your desk. In times like these, you're happy to have a small enough stature to pass as a girl, as that allows you to write while standing up without killing your back too much.
Your teacher asked you why you couldn't sit, but you pleaded the fifth. Thankfully he didn't press the issue after that, probably assuming you had hemorrhoids or some other embarrassing shit.

You wish Anon were here, he would probably be enjoying one of those things he calls a 'kek'. From what you've gathered, it's something tangible only to him, probably something to do with the fact he's from another dimension.
And so are you, but that's a story for another time.

Right now, you're eagerly waiting for tonight.
You might take it easy this time though, after all you haven't been able to sit since Friday night, and you're honestly not sure if you'll ever be able to walk straight again. But none of that is relevant because the only place you want to be is in his bed, in his arms, in the role of the little spoon.

You tried being the big spoon but it's kind of awkward with the size differences. While he's not much taller than you, his body is bigger and his limbs much thicker.
Nonetheless, you spent hours with his arms wrapped around your small frame, your back pressing into his warm chest as he whispered sweet things into your ears.

You don't know how many times he told you that you were his little Sunshine, but you don't see yourself getting tired of it anytime soon. It feels so good to know there is someone to whom you mean the world. And the feeling is more than mutual.
You're simply so content and satisfied with him. You have no idea how he managed to turn you from a sad, desperate sack of shit into a fully satisfied and thoroughly happy bundle of former pone in less than a day, but when you asked him, he just shrugged and told you that he had 'searched the faces of the gods for ways to please you'.
You weren't too convinced and you still aren't, but then Anon tends to be kinda weird at times.

Sadly, right now you're not being your best friend-turned-boyfriend's cuddly little Sunny, you're in math class. As you begin to work on that math problem Anon would no doubt qualify as 'console tier', you think back about what happened earlier this morning.
You're sort of annoyed that Rarity followed you on Friday night. Apparently she spied on the two of you through a window for hours, and even though she Pinkie-promised you that she didn't stick around long enough to see anything really lewd, you're not sure if you believe her.

You hope Anon isn't going to flip his shit too bad when she confronts him about it, she said Flash wanted him to help setting her up with some girl or something.
Which reminds you, you're also pretty pissed off that she figured out in two days what you failed to realize in months about your ex-boy- er, ex-girlfriend. You wonder how awkward it would have been, had you two gotten naked together... you also wonder why he- she, wanted to have sex so much while in the same situation, you really didn't.

Thoughts of a threesome with Flash Sentry cross your mind.
You'll have to talk to Anon tonight.