Sunset Shimmer Becomes Bacon

As the six of them remained sitting, blush still raging on their faces, they looked up at Sunset.

The first to speak was Applejack. "That was a...mighty fine story there, Sunset. Very...graphic."

Then came Fluttershy "Yes. It sounded very...sensual..." She blushed harder.

Next was Rarity. "To speak of pork...in such a way is...unusual, to say the least."

Pinkie. "You make cooking sound fun! Hahaha!"

Rainbow. "Um...Sunset? You might need to take a break from the bacon..."

Then came twilight, with the million dollar question. "But...what about when you are put out on the table? What happens when people eat you?"

Everything stops. Silence reins supreme. For the longest time, no one speaks. Then, slowly, very, very slowly, all the girls turn to look at Sunset.

She remains silent, clearly having not thought that far. She sits down, having stood up in her excitement to explain the, very literal, pleasures of bacon.

She looks down at her hands. She had never thought of that. What did happen? What happened when someone ate her bacon self?

What she came up with was not good, at all.

Sunset was trapped, naked, in a box, surrounded by people she didn't know. She couldn't move, and she couldn't speak. Her limbs were bound by some invisible force that would not let her go.

She silently cried as someone lifted the box and opened it.

At first she was happy. Someone was there to free her from this prison. But that all changed when she rolled out of the box and landed on a slightly rough, itchy surface that made her bare body squirm in discomfort.

She watched as all the others around her were taken away to Celestia knows where.

When her turn came, she wriggled her way over to the edge of the strange surface, trying to get away from the hand that would signal her doom, but stopped when she almost fell off of it.

Someone caught her, but she was not happy about it. It was the same hand that had taken away all the others. And now, it was her turn to be taken.

It laid her across some strange smooth surface and placed her in an oven.

At first she was fine, if a little afraid. She had no idea what was lurking in this darkness. But soon, that feeling of slight comfort left her as she felt her back heat up.

At first it was soothing, and she found herself relaxing, but then, as it got hotter and hotter, she began to squirm in discomfort once more, as she felt the surface of the pan burn her back. She wriggled and squirmed and cried in pain as her body was slowly roasted.

She could feel her skin burning away piece by piece in this ruthless flame, and she knew the end was near.

That is until the oven opened and she was rescued from her torture. She saw a face. The face of the one who put her through that hell. The face of the devil himself. he took a strange pointed item and flipped her over, along with the rest of his captives, and it was all she could do not to let the searing pan burn her face.

He soon put them back in the oven, and she was left to her fate once more.

She soon found herself writhing in pure agony at the heat that was torching her body. She could feel the heat hitting her stomach, and as much as she tried to remain in a position that would let her not feel that horrible, horrible pain, her knees and elbows gave out and she feel to her stomach.

She screamed out in pure terror and pain as the heat of the pan scorched her, but she soon felt her consciousness leaving her. She smiled as she was finally released from this world.

Or at least that's what she thought. Turns out, she was okay. Her body was burned terribly, and she could feel the burn of the air as she was placed on a plate and bought out to a table, but she was fine.

But then, she felt something that would cause her never ending nightmares. Something pointed and made of metal stabbed into her tender body at four different points, lifting her off the plate and bringing her ever closer to the gaping maw of some stranger she knew nothing about.

Her terror returned in even greater measure. She was about to be eaten. And as the fork brought her closer and closer to her demise, she closed her eyes and cried. All the way up until she felt the person's teeth close on her midsection, and her body being slowly ripped apart.

Sunset's friends sat there watching her, waiting for her to finally answer the question. She had asked them for time to think, but it had been a while, and they were getting antsy.

Twilight spoke up. "Um...Sunset?"

Sunset slowly raised her head to look at Twilight, who spoke again.

"My question?"

Sunset sighed and grabbed her fork, looking down at what was left of her plate. There, lying alone on the surface of her tray, was a lone, single, solitary strip of bacon.

She looked back up at her friends, sighed again, smiled and said, "Never mind. I hate bacon."