So I heard you liked Sunset...

by Finifugal

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Equestria Girls, Sunset Shimmer, Main 7 (EqG), Random, Violence, Principal Celestia, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life
Length: 1019

Just a bunch of Sunset-centric stories that are somewhat written

Every chapter here are just going to revolve around Sunset as the protagonist or at least involve her in the plot. Essentially just a bunch of unfinished Sunset-centric stories.

I might turn some into real fimfics if I ever get around to it. If you're inspired by any of these and want to use the same premise, that's totally cool! Just credit please and link your story in the comments cause I'd love to read it.

Published 2022-10-02 17:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-10-02 17:20:01 UTC

Princess Celestia’s daughter is an eldritch abomination, and she loves her very much so

Princess Celestia’s daughter is an eldritch abomination, and she loves her very much so.

Perhaps she should elaborate.

It was on a simple and sunny day (“-your majesty, that day was anything but simple-”) that Celestia had decided that she very much so would like a break from the repetitively mundane schedule she follows day by day. And so, with a note left behind for Kibitz informing him of her impromptu stroll (“Kibitz, I assure you, nothing important was left to do-” “Princess, there was a scheduled meeting with Blueblood about the taxes-” “I said nothing important-”), a flare of her horn, and soon she was in the Everfree Forest, feeling, well, freer than she had in months.

A small snort left her mouth as she trotted deeper into the woods. “A wonderful pun, and not a pony in sight to have had the pleasure of hearing it.” She shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on such things.

It wasn’t easy being a ruler, and that was doubly so when your other half was locked away in the moon.

“Luna…” she whispered, eyes distant.

This wasn’t something that she should’ve been dwelling on either, but it was a sentimental type of sorrow. She just couldn’t help herself. Besides, Celestia was never one to be kind to herself. That was her sister’s area of expertise, to connect with the more emotional sides of the ponies. She wondered about that mare sometimes, a lot of the time. All the time actually. She wondered if her sister grew any taller since they last measured against one another (“-haha, still a resounding 3 centimeters taller than you, Lulu-”), if she still had the habit of kicking blankets off when it got too warm at night, if she still liked bakeries like the one that opened up near the cafe.

If she still wanted Celestia to die.

I’m sorry, Lulu. It must be so lonely and cold up there.

So lost in her thoughts she was that Celestia didn’t notice how a strange sheen started to cover the air and the trees. It was only when she accidentally kicked the rock in front of her to the side did she start to realize that something was off.

Her head jolted upwards, heart pulsing. It was an understatement to say that nothing could have prepared her for the oddity before her eyes.

The thing looked somewhat like a portal if portals were inclined to be scribbled in pure dark ink and a blank nothingness that is. She would have thought this to be Discord’s antics, but he’s been sealed away for centuries, and furthermore, there was this raw sense of wrongness radiating off of it. Every now and then, it would release a small wave of vibrations that would sometimes suck in a random branch or rock.

Maybe it was a mistake, maybe it was actually a fortunate thing, but when Celestia finally decided to step forward, her left foreleg got caught on the rough, sharp edges of a tree, which led to a small cut letting droplets of blood fall on a stray pebble.

“Ponyfeathers,” she cursed under her breath. Suddenly a prickling sensation of being watched fell upon her and raised the hair on the back of her neck. She turned her gaze towards the portal and was startled to see it somehow staring back at her (I know it is, how is it doing that). She found that she couldn’t move her hooves or body at all as it loomed closer and closer and-

All of a sudden, the bearing pressure eased off of Celestia, and she took a deep breath. “Why did it stop…” her eyes landed on the pebble- the pebble with her blood- floated towards the portal. Within seconds, it was consumed by the monstrous thing. “Oh no,”

She only had a second to hastily put up a shield before it burst apart, a black light that rendered her blind for a few scant moments. The air was filled with such a vile sound that if Celestia was any normal pony, she would have ripped off her ears long ago. As it was, she only grimaced.

In what felt like days but was most likely only minutes, the sounds and glares of the now dispersed portal thing had ebbed away to a bearable level where she could now attempt to open her eyes. When she did, she almost wanted to close them again. Almost.

Before her was a small black goo that was somehow thrumming with life. She could tell that much at least. By the second however, it was growing as remnants of the scattered portal gathered towards it. Eventually, it coalesced into a simple form that she very much so recognized.

A foal.

“How can this be,” she muttered in awe to herself. She took a step closer, and, on a whim (“-a very thoughtless whim, your majesty-” “well, it worked out rather wonderfully, wouldn’t you say so, Kibitz-”), decided to lift her right hoof and poke at the thing. It shook as it tried to remain balanced before falling over onto the ground. Even without any features, she could tell it was feeling petulant as it whined. For such an eerie thing, that action was so absurd that…well…

She was startled to hear a chuckle escape from her own throat. Mind made up, walked closer as her magic took hold of the thing and raised it into the air. Luna would surely approve (“you and your motherly tendencies”).

As she did, a faint orange, red, and gold coloring began to make its way across its murky black features. Celestia’s eyes glittered. “Well hello there, little one. It is nice to meet you.”

“And that’s how I ended up with this cutie here. Kibitz, I would like to formally introduce you to my newly adopted daughter, Sunset Shimmer. Sunset, this is Kibitz.”

“...well, Princess, your dear daughter just threw up black goo…on a very priceless, antique rug.”