Author's Note

whiteoak019, what does Sunset do to make the sun rise, then?

Sunset shimmer makes the sun set when ever she sneezes

"Sunnnnnnnset," Pinkie cooed, waving a hand from the doorway she hid behind. "Over here! Look what I found!"

Sunset lifted a brow, peeking into the room at the exact moment Pinkie blew the dust off an old satchel of bits from Equestria. "Your wallet!"

As for Sunset, she sneezed. How else was I gonna do a lead-in for this chapter?

"Hey, sister?" Luna yawned, rubbing an eye as she entered the room. "Why have you lowered the sun so early?"

Celestia choked on her tea. "Lowered? I just-huh?" She scrambled out to the balcony, staring as the last rays of sunlight disappeared over the horizon.

"Oh no you don't," Celestia lit her horn, violently yanking the sun back to its mid-day position.

"Why are there pepper shakers in the storage closet?" Pinkie's voice rung out from somewhere behind the mountain of junk that was accumulating. "How did Principal Celestia even fit all of this into a filing cabinet?"

"Pinkie, I--" Sunset waved a hand in front of her as she felt another sneeze coming.

Celestia moaned, melting into her Royal Canterlot Beanbag Chair as she changed the channel to Tararus's Kitchen.

"Sister," Luna stepped in front of the television. "Don't you have papers to work on? And the sun set again by the way."

"Again?" Celestia teleported away, leaving an alicorn-shaped indent in the beanbag chair.

"PINKIE, WHY DOES PRINCIPAL CELESTIA HAVE A SHRINE TO A GODDESS OF FEATHERS IN THE FILING CABINET?!" Sunset screeched between sneezes.

"I DON'T KNOWWWWWWWWWW!"

"Stop... moving... you... infuriating... ball... of... gas!" Celestia grunted, straining against the rapidfire-setting sun. Her grip slipped, sending both herself and the sun careening as the day/night cycle became a vomit-inducing flash between day and night no thanks to the sheer amount of windup created by Sunset's repeated sneezing.