Sunset Shimmer pulled the zipper of her jacket. The night was getting cold, but she still had some things to do. She took a look at the plan of the town with some crosses marked on various streets and stared at the nearby building to read the name of the street.

Something weird was going on in the town. On the way to this particular neighbourhood, Sunset saw the guts of a fish person, strewn across the street. The rain was slowly washing the blood into the gutter. Sunset dismissed it; she knew the dogs would find it and get rid of it.

Then she found Twilight Sparkle. Poor girl was crawling down the pavement and didn’t recognise Sunset at all; when Sunset wanted to help her up, she started talking about strawberry fields, sky, diamonds, and space whales. Sunset just wanted to walk away, when Sci-Twi finally recognised her. It was even worse. Only Sunset’s boots prevented her from Twilight biting her ankle.

Now, however, Sunset was standing in front of a large, blue house. One of the windows was boarded and the roof lacked some tiles. The grass in the garden grew tall, almost covering an old Volkswagen Beetle completely – apparently the owner didn’t park it in the garage. There were a few rusty holes in the car’s body. However, it had new tyres and apparently was able to drive.

Sunset opened the gate and walked into the garden. As she walked past the car, she noticed a large sticker on its side, saying “Chryssie”. She shrugged and walked to the house’s door. Looking around, she produced a credit card and put it in the slit between the lock and the frame. It didn’t budge. Sunset tried to manipulate it once again, with the same result. Eventually, she sighed and put her hand on the handle. To her surprise, the door opened immediately.

The inside of the house was littered by cobwebs, rags, and empty pizza boxes. There were, however, some cleaner areas and paths, indicating where the owner of the house usually walked. Sunset immediately thought of cutting one’s way through the jungle.

She chose the narrow path leading from the door to a large clearing with a couch and a TV in the middle, and then turned towards a highway leading to the bathroom.

When she finally reached her destination, Sunset thought that at least this place was clean. More, it was pristine. The tiles, the toilet, and the bathtub – everything seemed brand new. But that wasn’t the most important; Sunset’s eyes quickly spotted a washing machine standing in the corner.

Quickly, she took off her jacket and threw it on the floor. Soon, the boots, skirt, and blouse followed it and Sunset stood in the middle of the bathroom wearing only her bra and panties. She walked to the washing machine and took a look into the laundry basket standing next to it.

“Is she going commando, or what?” Sunset muttered. “Impossible. Not with the amount of times she trips and falls. Someone would notice...”

The search revealed only a few pairs of socks, a bra, two skirts, and a blue hoodie. With no panties to be found, Sunset sniffed the bra and threw the rest of the clothes into the washing machine. She then took off her own underwear and sat on the top of the machine, waving her leg in the air.

“Perfect,” she muttered to herself, feeling the cold metal vibrate under her pussy. “This is gonna be good…”

The door of the bathroom opened. Sunset opened her eyes and saw the owner of the house, already in her starry pajamas, holding a small doll in her hands.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie usually uses the dryer,” Trixie said. “It’s warmer.”

“Ah.” Sunset muttered. Whether it was an agreement or the small twitches inside of her, even she didn’t know. “What are you doing here?”

“Trixie lives here, you know.”

“Yes, but it usually takes longer before… Aaah…” Sunset blushed. “Before someone hears the washing machine.”

“Trixie can imagine.” Trixie shrugged. “I thought it was my granny. She’s a bit of a hoarder.”

“You live with your granny?” Sunset asked. “Damn, you have one of those cool washing machines I like.”

“To think about it, Trixie hasn’t seen her in a month or so,” Trixie replied. “I need to check under that pile of stuffed swordfish trophies. But until then… I think I’m gonna take a seat.” She walked to the dryer and hopped on it.

“Err…” Sunset raised her eyebrows. “I mean, why don’t you… ooh!”

Trixie smirked. “Ah, I get it. You feel uncomfortable because you’re naked and I’m not.” She took off the top of her pajamas, revealing her big, heavy breasts and a considerable belly below them. “Like what you see?” She pulled down the trousers, showing just how callipygous she actually was.

“Yeah,” Sunset muttered. “But I was wondering why you didn’t kick me out.”

“Ah, I just don’t get many guests.” Trixie turned on the dryer and sat more comfortably on it. “So I partake in hobbies of even the weirdest ones.”

Sunset chuckled, feeling the warmth spreading from her pussy and creeping towards her stomach. “Well, actually that’s not the weirdest thing that happened to me since I do that.”

“Restraining order?”

“Nearly,” Sunset replied. “Also, Rainbow Dash peed in my mouth.”

“Trixie’s not gonna do that.” Trixie spread her legs slightly. “She has a shy bladder. But I can–”

“No.” Sunset shuddered, hardly daring to think what Trixie had in mind. “We can just sit and talk.”

Trixie opened her mouth, only to exhale sharply, her legs trembling. “Excuse me,” she said. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is rather fast when it comes to coming. Those are just foreshocks, though.”

“I see,” Sunset replied. She clenched her muscles, trying to hold her own orgasm, but it only made her feel the pounding and vibrations more. “Do you… uh… have some other hobbies, apart from the dryer?”

“Voodoo.” Trixie grabbed a doll she brought with her. Sunset noticed that it was crudely-made depiction of Twilight Sparkle with a few pins stuck in her back.

“Does it work?” Sunset asked.

“Sometimes,” Trixie replied and blushed. “Trixie once got a Flash Sentry doll stuck in her pussy.”

“So that’s why this moron smelled of fish once.” Sunset smacked her hand against her forehead. “Why did you even make a doll of him?”

“He didn’t want to go out with Trixie.” Trixie replied. “And when he did, it turned out that Trixie overestimated the size and, umm… stiffness when making the doll.”

Sunset sighed. “Of course. Flash Sentry – mother nature’s punching bag.”

“I even have one of you.” Trixie smirked. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is gonna put it on the top of her washing machine so you can feel good vibrations when she does the washing up.”

“That’s… nice I guess…” Sunset muttered. At the same moment, Trixie inhaled sharply, moaning as some fluids escaped her pussy, pooling on the top of the dryer. “Wow…”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie came,” Trixie muttered, panting.

“I see.” Sunset chuckled. “Lightweight.”

“It’s the dryer,” Trixie replied. “Trixie actually checked and it takes two more minutes with the washing machine, on average.”

“Two more?” Sunset asked. “I feel like… Holy shit!” She moaned as the washing machine finally found its mark, sending waves of pleasure across her body. She jumped off of the machine, landing on her knees as her body shivered in an orgasm. Panting, Sunset rested herself on her hands, her eyes staring at the floor.

“Not even two for you.” Trixie chuckled. “You okay there?”

“Yes.” Sunset got up, resting against the washing machine. “Now, I should technically steal your panties and go home, but you have no panties and it’s night.”

“Trixie can drive you home,” Trixie replied. “And this bra will have to do. The vanishing panties trick left me with none.”

“Okay then.” Sunset picked her panties from the floor and put them on. “So, I guess I’ll go.”

“Not before I show you my dolls,” Trixie replied, bursting out of the bathroom without even putting her pajamas back on. Sunset shrugged and put her bra and skirt on, deciding to get the rest of the clothes on her way back.

Trixie guided her upstairs, to the room with a plate saying “Beatrix’s room” on the door. Smiling and almost jumping in excitement, she opened the door.

The first thing Sunset noticed was a Flash Sentry doll, taped to a dartboard hanging from the wall. It was surrounded by several darts, but apparently all of them missed their mark. Next to the dartboard, there was a poster with Jimi Hendrix. Sunset could understand why; just like him, Trixie played a normal guitar, despite being left-handed.

Speaking of Trixie’s guitar, the red Flying V was lying on her bed, along with some half-finished tab. Sunset looked at it and immediately felt a headrush – the tab contained much more letters than she felt comfortable with.

“How are you going to play that?” Sunset asked. “It’s impossible to be on first and fifteenth fret at the same time…”

“Tapping,” Trixie replied.

“To think about it, I’d tap that,” Sunset muttered, turning away from the tab and looking at the table where parts of various dolls were lying scattered, resembling a scene of a very violent crime. Several miniature Crystal Prep uniforms made Sunset think of Moondancer. It wasn’t a nice thought.

“It’s gonna be Sweetie Belle,” Trixie said, pointing at a lump of white fabric. “Old one kinda fell apart.”

“I’m more worried about Aria Blaze drowned in the fish tank,” Sunset replied. “Especially since I haven’t seen those three in a while.”

“Trixie doesn’t think this one ever worked.” Trixie shrugged. “Maybe voodoo doesn’t work on sirens…”

“Dunno.” Sunset walked to one of the shelves, watching the doll sitting on it. It looked like her, complete with a leather jacket and a pin in the crotch. “Okay, that’s just creepy. What did you do to me?”

Trixie smiled sheepishly. “This pin is only to strengthen the spell, but it’s white magic, I swear.” She backpedalled, seeing Sunset’s face. “Like, it’s to make your sex life better.”

“And you did that because you’re so nice to me?” Sunset asked.

“Umm…” Trixie dodged Sunset’s gaze. “Well, Trixie… Trixie thought that…”

“You’re naked, we’re in your room and you put a pin in my doll’s cunt to make me hornier,” Sunset replied. “We also rode washing machines together… Trixie Lulamoon, are you trying to seduce me?”

“Washing machine and a dryer,” Trixie muttered, raising her hand. “And it was you who came here by foot in the middle of the night to come on Trixie’s washing machine.”

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned something about driving me home,” Sunset said. “We’d better do that before this night gets any weirder.”

“Sure.” Trixie opened the door of her room. “But we’ll stay in touch, right?”

“Yes. Touch with a ten-foot pole.”

Trixie smirked. “Kinky.”

They walked out of Trixie’s house and sat in the car. Sunset fastened the seatbelt, making herself comfortable on the diminutive seat of the Volkswagen while Trixie was swearing, trying to turn the engine on.

“Trixie?” Sunset asked when the engine finally roared.

“Yes?” Trixie pulled the gear shift lever to herself and pushed it forward.

“Why ‘Chryssie’?”

Trixie smirked, driving on the street. “It’s named after the previous owner. She was the head of a school theatre in Crystal Prep, but was kicked out for impersonating Dean Cadance.”

“I didn’t know you could get kicked out for that,” Sunset said, watching Trixie speeding up on the empty road. While Trixie’s driving skills were similar to Diamond Tiara’s, an engine barely capable of achieving fifty HP didn’t give her nearly as many possibilities to wreak havoc.

“Unless you also use her credit card,” Trixie muttered, taking a sharp turn. The car roared and squealed, making Sunset grab the door in case the whole thing decided to fall apart.

“Don’t worry, it’s a German car,” Trixie said. “It’d survive a nuclear war.”

“Well, I could give you an example of a German thing that was supposed to last for a thousand years and fell apart after eighteen,” Sunset Shimmer muttered, looking at the pavement. “Hey, is it Twilight?”

Trixie pushed the brakes. “It seems so. Why is she crawling into a cardboard box?”

“I’m guessing she wants to visit her friend who lives there.” Sunset shrugged and looked at her phone. “Why is she doing that at 4 AM, I have no idea…”

“You all seem to have a problem with insomnia.” Trixie pushed the accelerator, nearly running over a kid on a bicycle and several fish people standing in the street despite the pavement being only a few yards away.

Sunset Shimmer looked at Trixie. “Umm… Are you driving me home naked?”

“Yes,” Trixie replied. “Are you having a problem with that?”

“I don’t, but the police… Actually, who cares.” Sunset shrugged and smirked at Trixie as the car rode towards the rising sun.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Twilight slid off the stairs in a rather unladylike manner, trying to grab the rainbow-coloured rays dancing in front of her face. They flew away and she landed on the floor, right in front of a small, leather-covered woman with a whip in her hand. Twilight looked at her, but at the same moment the woman changed into a dragon, causing her to recoil in shock.

“Blue pills, huh?” the dragoness laughed. “Don’t worry, girl, soon you’ll be better.” She helped Twilight up and guided her through the forest of large, green, fluorescent mushrooms. Twilight looked into the purple sky; the fact that she was in a basement just a minute ago somehow escaped her mind.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the dragoness asked. Twilight nodded, watching dicks flying around like dragonflies and noting just how scientifically impossible they were. Suddenly, a large shadow passed over them.

“Space whales are flying to their mating places,” the dragoness said. “Let’s hope none of the Seven Golden Towns of Chlamydia gets destroyed.”

“Yes, that’d be bad,” Twilight muttered, staring in the distance, at the large, white castle on the top of a hill. “Where are we going?”

“You tell me.” The dragoness chuckled. “Seems that the Eternally Horny Twins want to meet a schoolgirl like you. Or maybe you want to be Snow White with your seven dwarves? Their names are Cock, Humpy, Fappy, Creepy, Jizzy, and Clopey, by the way.”

“How about all of them?” Twilight asked. “With me, that’d make ten. So it’d be a tensome, right?” She smiled. “Ten is a very important number. We have ten fingers and ten toes, and that’s why we use decimal system. Also, each internal angle of a regular decagon happens to measure one-hundred forty-four degrees, which happens to be twelve squared. Twelve is also very important, but that’s not the point.”

“Your fetish is math, then?” the dragoness asked. Meanwhile, the twins accompanied by seven short guys with beards approached both of them, staring at Twilight unsurely.

“Not necessarily,” Twilight replied. “Ten is not only about math. We have dimes–”

“I’ll give her a dime if she shuts up,” one of the twins muttered.

“I’ll shut her up with my cock,” one of the dwarves said. It was probably Creepy.

“– we also have Ten Commandments, ten plagues, decathlon, ten in cards, ten Sephirot in the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, and oh holy shit, I just remembered that I left a dangerous grimoire open…”

“What?” the dwarf who may have been Humpy, but could as well be Jizzy asked.

“Nevermind.” Twilight smirked. “Let’s fuck.”

The earth spun around the meadow as the air filled with screams of lovers and wails of space whales welling in Wales. All mimsy were the borogroves, and the Bandersnatch called in the mushroomy forest. Its sounds however, drowned in the cries of one Twilight “Sci-Twi” Sparkle learning about the depravities she didn’t know existed. She bellowed at the firmament as the space whale wrapped his dick across her cheek.

The Earth suddenly stopped.

Everything moved slightly to the left.

The Earth resumed turning.

It was 4:06 AM, June 21st, 20XX. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon just went back to the car after throwing Sweetie Belle’s body into the ocean. Trixie and Sunset Shimmer got into Trixie’s Volkswagen and were about to drive across the town.

Twilight Sparkle woke up in some dirty alley, her face resting against wet concrete. Her clothes were wet and looked like someone put them on her in a hurry, but they weren’t damaged in any way. Her joints were stiff and she felt like she lay there for a thousand years.

“What the hell?” she muttered. Everything was blurry; after a moment of flapping her hands around, she found her glasses and put them on. Her vision sharpened, but it didn’t make her feel any better. For starters, she was sitting on the road, cold and tired.

“What happened to me?” she muttered. Her eyes landed on a small piece of paper in front of her. As quickly as it was possible in her state, she grabbed it and read the letter.

Hello, sweetheart,

as you can see, we didn’t steal your kidney. We didn’t put you there, either. You just wanted to go home by yourself and passed out here.
Looking forward to meeting you again,
Cloudchaser.

PS: You, girl, are a total sicko! Like, you’re the first person to force my sister to eat–

Twilight couldn’t read any further. Literally, since, as the details of the night came back to her, she threw up on the piece of paper in her hands, making it unreadable.

“Hey, you’re puking on my lawn!”

Twilight turned to the large pile of cardboard boxes. It occurred to her that they were arranged in an elaborate pattern that couldn’t have been produced just by accidentally throwing them away. There had to be some kind of creator. In this case, the creator was standing in front of her, wearing slippers, sleeping gown, and a fedora.

“Scootaloo,” Twilight muttered. “You have no lawn.”

“But I can have one, with enough guerilla gardening,” Scootaloo replied, looking at Twilight. “What happened to you? You seem to have cum on your skirt.”

“What? No…” Twilight smiled sheepishly. “That’s… yoghurt, I’m sure. And I most certainly didn’t dance around wearing only my underwear.”

“Of course not,” Scootaloo muttered. “That was Flash Sentry.”

“Who is Flash Sentry?”

“Wait, I thought you two…” Scootaloo thought for a moment. “No, wait, that was that other one. Some bloke from my school. I think he studies some underwater basket weaving now.”

“Maybe.” Twilight looked at herself. “I need to get home…”

“No worries,” Scootaloo said. “You can’t go home like this. Come to me, I’ll get you cleaned and give you a massage.”

“What kind of massage?” Twilight crawled into the cardboard box with Scootaloo. She gasped, seeing how spacious it was inside; Scootaloo probably had stolen cardboard boxes from all the town and connected them into a sophisticated maze full of long corridors leading to large rooms. In one of them, there was a mattress with several pillows lying on it.

“Thai massage,” Scootaloo replied. “Apple Bloom keeps talking about Thailand, so I did a bit of a research and now I’m the master. Lie down on the mattress.”

Twilight looked at the makeshift bed unsurely, but soon she realised how sore she was after sleeping on wet concrete. She walked to it and fell on her back while Scootaloo kicked off her slippers. She smirked, looking at her feet and looked at Twilight.

“You were supposed to lie on your belly,” she muttered. “But stay like that, it’ll be even better.”

“How so?” Twilight looked down, feeling something warm touching her panties. Scootaloo was sitting on the floor in front of the mattress, one of her feet placed between Twilight’s legs. “You’re not going to kick me, are you?”

“No, of course not.” Scootaloo chuckled. “It’s a challenge. If you can reach a happy end, we’ll be besties.”

“Have you tried that before?” Twilight asked, watching as Scootaloo’s foot moved forward, the heel rubbing against her panties. The touch of silk against her skin made Twilight shudder.

“Yes, with Rainbow Dash,” Scootaloo replied. “She won. And then kicked me out.”

Twilight moaned, when Scootaloo retreated her foot, caressing her clit with her big toe. “Why’d she do that?”

“I probably shouldn’t have broken into her house in the middle of the night,” Scootaloo muttered, rubbing her foot against Twilight’s panties at a steady pace.

Twilight sighed. “Is there anybody in this town who can live without violating other people’s privacy? Like, Sunset Shimmer–”

“Oh, please.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “I’ve been stalking people before it was cool.” She bent her toes, pulling Twilight’s panties a bit down and pressed her big toe against her labia.

Twilight hissed, biting her lip. Scootaloo had rather short toenails, but she felt them scratching against her pink flesh anyway. She quickly got used to that, though, enjoying the warmth of Scootaloo’s foot rubbing against her opening, slowly trying to go deeper. Twilight took off her panties and spread her legs, allowing Scootaloo to slid her foot about halfway inside of her.

“Okay, that’s… Ah! Kinda weird.” Twilight moaned as Scootaloo increased her pace. “I’m pretty sure… ooh… that’s not Thai massage…”

“It’s a little variation,” Scootaloo replied. “I came with it myself.”

“You mean ‘came up’?” Twilight asked, trying to fight the approaching orgasm just to correct Scootaloo’s grammar.

“Yeah, that was first. Then I came with it.” Scootaloo jammed her foot as deep into Twilight’s pussy as she could.

“Oh.” Twilight suddenly thought of the implications of that. It caused her to lose concentration just for a little moment – and that moment was enough for the climax to bring down the gates of her prim and proper mind. Her moan shook the walls of the cardboard house. She threw her arms open as the orgasm rocked her body.

“Wow!” Scootaloo exclaimed as her foot was pushed out of Twilight’s pussy with a wave of musky fluids. “Didn’t you come back from a sex party before?”

“I have… a lot of… reserves…” Twilight panted. Her head fell on the cushions and she snored in a most unladylike manners.

“I see,” Scootaloo deadpanned.

When Twilight woke up again, it was already way after midday. She was lying on Scootaloo’s mattress, with Scootaloo sleeping next to her, holding a cushion. Twilight shuddered, shooting out of the bed and nearly knocking the wall over.

“What did I do?” she muttered to herself. “Oh my God! I got drunk!”

Scootaloo opened one eye. “Go back to sleep honey…”

“I can’t! I got drunk and high!” Twilight exclaimed. “Do you know what that means? And then I went to a pub and had sex with random people!”

“Random?” Scootaloo groaned. “I’m random to you?”

“My mother will kill me!”

“Mine too, once she learns I live here.” Scootaloo covered her head with a pillow. “Not gonna happen.”

“It’s not even about her,” Twilight said, her voice trembling. “I became an alcoholic! And a junkie!”

“You got drunk once,” Scootaloo replied.

“Once is enough!” Twilight exclaimed. “My head already hurts and I’m gonna get hepatitis soon!”

“You’re just hungover.”

“No, I’m not!”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “You need help.”

“That’s right! I need help!” Twilight ran out of Scootaloo’s cardboard house.

Scootaloo turned on her bed and sighed. “Lesson learned,” she muttered to herself. “Never stick your dick in crazy.” Bending her joints in an improbable way, she lifted her foot to her face and sniffed it. “Or any other body part, for that matter.”

Although the local mental health and addiction treatment centre was located in an old, 19th Century mansion in the forests surrounding the town, it was far from being a scary, dark asylum from horror movies. The walls inside were painted in pale green to keep the inhabitants calm, and the lovely neighbourhood played a large role in helping them get better. Even the nearby Indian burying ground wasn’t much of a problem. Its inhabitants were pretty calm, which came as no surprise since they were all dead.

Twilight got off the bus and walked to the gates, carrying her suitcase. She’d changed her clothes to a plain, pale green dress which, while going well with the walls, had something inherently hospital-ish in it; like, if Twilight wrapped a piece of cloth around her head, she’d look like a leukemia patient.

“How can I help you?” The nurse at the reception desk asked when Twilight entered the building. Seeing Twilight’s unsure walk and gaze focused on the floor, she smiled professionally. “Are you okay?”

“If I were, I wouldn’t be here,” Twilight replied. “I drink, take blue pills, I had sex with twins, midgets, and a teen living in a cardboard box, and my friend used my washing machine as a masturbation device. I need some calm place for my mind to work this out.”

“Well…” The nurse raised her eyebrows. “That’s a lot and we’re not sure if–”

“I also have rich parents, a few patents, and better health insurance than the president.”

“You’re in,” the nurse replied. “Good for you. Sunny needs a new roommate. You two should get on well, I think.” She led Twilight upstairs. “Just so you know… if she talks about a clone who replaced her, notify us.”

“Capgras delusion?” Twilight asked.

The nurse looked at Twilight unsurely. “How did you know?”

“I know a lot of things,” Twilight muttered.

“We’ll double-check you for drugs you may be hiding,” the nurse said. “You want to be clean, I know, but it’s sometimes hard. Not everyone can…” She stood in front of one of the doors on the second floor and knocked. “Sunny?”

“Come in!” The voice was strangely familiar.

The nurse opened the door. “Sunny, this is your new roommate–” She looked at Twilight, remembering that she forgot to ask her name.

“Twilight Spar–” When the girl in a white sleeping gown turned to her, Twilight’s jaw dropped. Then, to the nurse’s surprise, she fainted, dropping on the floor. Even though the world around her darkened, the image of her new roommate was still in front of her eyes.

Although thinner, with sunken eyes, and hair lying flat against her head, the girl was still most definitely Sunset Shimmer.

Author's Notes:

In case someone wonders where's their God now, somewhere around that chapter I got a bizarre headcanon that Trixie is the God of this universe. She just kinda forgot about that.

Also, Capgras Delusion is a mental ilness that makes you think you were replaced by a doppelganger. So, as you may guess, Sunset has been doubled (also, I just noticed this chapter both starts and ends with "Sunset Shimmer").