Sunset Shimmer Becomes Bacon

by TheEveryDaySparkle

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Comedy, Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Random
Length: 1972

A set of two stories explaining why Sunset loves/hates bacon

Sunset Shimmer takes on the form of bacon in this fic, and uses it to describe to her friends why she loves/hates it. Two stories for each possibility. Enjoy.

Published 2017-08-08 20:20:07 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-08 20:20:07 UTC

Sunset Shimmer Loves Bacon

Sunset and her friends were at the lunch table, chowing down on whatever they could pay for enough of to make sure they were full. Unlike most schools. CHS fed their students, and fed them well.

Out of all seven of them, no one ate more bacon than Sunset. It was the first thing she bought, and the last thing she ate, and she bought a lot of it.

Of course, having been used to her ponyville lifestyle for as long as she had been before she left, she still made sure to eat a lot of vegetables, but there was always room for bacon on her plate.

Her friends watched as she scarfed down a mountain of the stuff, bite after bite of the delicious meat as it passed into her mouth and soon, down her throat and into her stomach.

Soon, Twilight had had enough. She had to know. "Hey, um...Sunset?"

The girl in question, looked up from her mountain of bacon, her cheeks packed with the stuff. It made her look like a chipmunk. Only she was storing bacon, and not nuts.

"Yes, Twilight?"

Twilight pushed up her glasses. "Why do you love bacon so much?"

The question was out of her mouth before she realized what was happening. Her friends had tried to stop her from finishing it, giving her silent cues and little nudges, but she didn't understand them. That, and she simply talked too fast.

Sunset chewed her bacon and swallowed, taking a moment to revel in the taste before looking at Twilight.

"Well Twi, If you don't know i'll tell you. We all know that my hair looks like bacon..."

She trailed off, because Rainbow had begun to laugh. When she had finally stopped, she said, "Sorry, Sunset. I know we've already had our fun with this joke countless times, but I just can't help it. Not with you saying it out loud like it's nothing!"

At that, they all laughed, even Sunset herself, but she soon continued her tale.

"Yeah well, we all know what my hair looks like." She gave Rainbow a playful glare. So imagine me, as a piece of bacon...

Now everyone laughed. Rainbow spoke up. "Oh wow, Sunset. Now you want to think of you as bacon, too! You're too good at these jokes!"

Now sunset was slightly mad."Oh haha. Like no one's made fun of miss botched dye job over here?"

Rainbow was slightly upset. "Hey! My hair is naturally like this!"

Applejack chuckled, but placed a hand on Rainbow's shoulder, making her it down and pout. "We know, Rainbow. It's just a little jab at ya."

Rainbow just closed her eyes.

"Hey, don't dish out what ya can't take."

"I get it already. Sorry, Sunset."

"It's just fine Rainbow. I can't help but laugh at my hair too, sometimes."

She continued again. "Anyway, Just imagine..."

And so her tale began...

Sunset waited patiently as she sat naked in a box filled with all her brothers and sisters. Soon, she would become bacon, but it wasn't the end product that she wanted so badly. It was the process.

And, as luck would have it, it was as she was thinking this that the box she shared with her many brothers and sisters was picked up, opened and slid onto a paper towel. She sighed in relief as she felt herself hit the soft, cloud like surface of the towel.

She stared at the ceiling as the chef who would be her creator carefully selected the next of her brethren to go.

She shuffled uncomfortably as she silently begged to be chosen next. She wanted to be the next one to experience what the other bacon had called the "fires of bliss."

When it was finally her turn, she nearly wriggled herself onto the floor in excitement. The chef had to catch her, and she felt a certain warmth spread through her body as his big, strong, warm hands closed over her skin.

She felt him lay her on the pan, and her pleasure soon began. She watched, as he placed her and her brethren in the oven, and she felt it as the heat enveloped he, wrapping her body in a comfortable warmth that seemed to hug against her body.

Soon, she felt herself, getting hotter, but it wasn't a bad heat, as in something that might make her sweat or grow uncomfortable, it was a good heat, and it seemed to make her feel...hot.

Hot and bothered, that is. She could feel her pleasure growing as she remained there, in that spot, surrounded by others of her kind.

Others of her kind that were no doubt watching her as she squirmed and moaned in slight arousal, the heat in her core growing to unbearable heights. She had no idea how long it had been since she had gone into the oven, but she was upset when she left it.

The chef had taken the bacon out to check on it. It was nearly done, but it still needed a little time. He turned them over, giving her a chance to experience the same pleasure, from a different side.

Sunset herself had just noticed something. There were little bubbles popping gently all around her, and every time they popped she got hit with a slight shock of pleasure that left her on the edge of orgasm, teasing her and toying with her body over and over.

But the teasing soon became full on pleasure once more as she was put back into the oven. Being put back in so soon caused her to lose herself, and she squirmed and thrashed and cried out in pleasure as the little bubbles popped more and more, faster and faster around her. Her body being stomach down did not help matters, as she simply rubbed herself against the pan, sending her over the edge.

She had no idea how long it had been since she came, but she was now being taken off the pan and put onto a plate.

Her friends simply sat in silence, staring with wide eyes at their friend, who had just gone over such a scenario, as to make being turned into bacon sound sexy. They all had blushes on their faces and they had no idea when they had got there. All they knew was that their friend was...slightly weird.

Sunset Shimmer Hates 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."