Sunset told herself it was just another day despite the fact that she had no future. She walked on ahead through the college with a blank expression. However everyone seemed to quiet down whenever she neared them.

Further in the hall on a bulletin board where memos about upcoming events was placed, a number of photographs that a large mob was staring at. She pushed her way through, and they parted for her, until she stopped and took a closer look at whatever currently had them so enraptured.

What she saw appeared to be herself, at first in her blue costume, then in various states of undress, until she was fully naked, posed about a misty graveyard under a full moon. Her eyes were closed in every picture and her skin pallor was so pale she'd swear she was dead. However she couldn't remember ever making a set like that! “Is this some sort of sick joke?!”

“Hey firecrotch,” said a particular bold and leering jock.

She seized his shoulders, ramming her knee into his crotch, and he buckled over. The crowds laughed as he stared up her skirt from the floor with a worm's eye view of her partially spread legs and the panties that housed her treasure. “Nice upskirt...”

She planted a boot on his face. “Don't push it.” Not that it didn't stop the comments around her.

“Whoever this double really was, the resemblance was uncanny! “She almost looks dead for real,” someone whispered. She swung around fuming with fists tightened, several students shrinking away once she rose up on her boots. It was just like how everyone used to fear her back in highschool; only now she hadn't intentionally bullied them all into submission.

She stomped away without any real destination in mind. She'd hoped the hatefucking Flash Sentry dealt her would settle her down a bit, and help her cope with the self-loathing, self-destructive path she'd been spiraling into for some time. Unfortunately this latest incident just stirred all her stresses back to the surface. She needed someone else to punish her, but who?

Flash was both close and yet distant which almost made him perfect; she couldn't ask her closest friends who she spent every day with. That would be far too awkward, especially with the photo shoot still to come. Maybe Trixie would be willing to help her out?

She headed to Trixie's dorm room, hoping she was blowing off classes as usual. After several knocks Lavender pushed the door open a smidge. “Sunset Shimmer? Hmm, I suppose Trixie said you're welcome any time. Come in.” She moved aside and Sunset walked past her and Fuschia to where Trixie sat at a table, shuffling a deck of magic cards to practice one of her usual tricks.

“Welcome to the Great and Powerful Trixie's humble abode! How may I assist you? A peanut butter cracker?” She offered a snack but Sunset shook her head. “Perhaps you came to bask in my presence? Not that I blame you.”

Sunset crossed her arms. “Can we talk alone?”

Trixie shrugged. “Take a walk, you two. I'll make it up to you later, I promise.” She shooed away her minions who could barely hide their irritation as they stalked in out and close the door behind them. “Okay, so pray tell what's the real stitch, now?” She munched on more crackers, trying to constantly keep her wandering mind stimulated.

“Cut the theatrics, will you? This is serious. You can keep a secret, right?” She sat across from Trixie who nodded as she took a deep breath in attempt to level with her. “I've...done something really bad. Something I can't ever come back from. But I can't ask my close circle to punish me. They wouldn't understand. I thought...maybe you could do it for me?”

Trixie cocked an eyebrow. “Punish you? How? Send you to bed without dinner? I'm not your mommy.” Sunset started to rise and she seized her wrist. “Wait! I'm sorry. It's just a bit...out of the blue, you know? But I am happy you decided to come to me!” She beamed and tried not to look so smug about it. “What kind of punishment did you have in mind?”

“I...” she suddenly felt rather insecure and stared down at herself. “I had...Flash Sentry...hatefuck me. Really hard.”

Trixie's mouth fell open in disbelief. “Whoa. The nudie pictures were shocking enough, but I thought you were a good girl now! You really must have it bad! I could do something similar for you, but-”

“You don't have the equipment for that.”

“True. However, I do like to fool around with Lavender and Fuschia on occasion.” Her cheeks brightened as she pulled oiut a treasure chest tucked in one corner of the room, pulled a key from her bra under her shirt, and undid the lock with a click. She bent over to dig through it, her famed Great and Powerful Ass on full display as her skirt rode up, her pert blue cheeks barely hidden by lacy white panties that were wedged between her asscrack. She hummed and tossed sex toys over her shoulder.

“Ta-da!” She pulled out a strap on with two dicks at the front, and another pair for the wearer's pleasure, one for the vagina and a smaller plug for the anus. “Sometimes I'll try this on both of them at once...or when one of them really pleases Trixie she'll give them both barrels at the same time!” Her eyes glazed over with lust, dreaming about past sexual encounters.

Sunset balked at the comically large penises, having to admit they intimidated her a bit. Which made them perfect! “Yes, that will do. Um...when do you think Lavender and Fuschia will be back?”

“Hmmm, knowing those two, probably an hour or so? They'll likely hit the arcades. Not that it matters! I'm in charge now, remember? And the Domineering and Sadistic Trixie is going to make you beg for her to stop ravishing you by the time this is over!” She towered over the kneeling Sunset. “Now, slave, take off all your clothes for your mistress!”

Sunset wasn't used to being the submissive, especially with another woman, but she'd already crossed one barrier with Flash, so why not take it further? Gradually she removed all her clothing, popping off her bra which made her breasts spill out and swing like pendulums when she bent over, and then she slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

She started to undo her boots. “Stop. Leave the fuck-me boots on,” commanded Trixie with a shame-faced grin, having to admit she might as well indulge herself too. “Trixie likes how they emphasize those amazingly sexy legs. Now, remove your mistress' garments, too.” She sighed pleasantly as Sunset denuded her one item at a time until she too was nude.

Trixie sat on a chair and patted her lap. “Now, bend yourself over me.” She helped guide her sub, draping her over her thighs, until Sunset's face was thoroughly red as she stuck her pert ass in the air. “Bad girl. You secretly want it bad, don't you?” She spread her cheeks open, staring at her butthole and pussy with a smirk. “Look, you're already starting to get wet!”

With a squirm Sunset's cheeks somehow became even rosier. With a raised palm, the first powerful smack was delivered, flesh wobbling under the impact. “Ah,” cried Sunset as a red hand print was left on her luscious right bun. With another stroke on the left side a similar mark was made that made her cheek wobble. She wiggled her bottom and cried out as her mistress continually swatted her bare cheeks, casually groping and even kissing them at random intervals between audible strikes.

“Naughty, naughty. But your punishment has only started! Get on all fours like a lowly mongrel!” She smacked her sub on the flank like she was her pony, watching her dutifully present herself doggystyle. Had she been blessed with a cock Trixie would've been rock-hard, twitching, and slathered in precum by now; instead she had to settle for a moistness in her folds she couldn't easily slake. She stepped into the strap on, which was worn like a pair of leather panties, moaning low as the false cocks were driven up her ass and pussy. She slapped the twin pair of rubber extensions on Sunset's now thoroughly reddened ass.

After several moments hesitation to build anticipation, Trixie finally mounted her sub, driving the twin shafts into her cunt and asshole. She grabbed Sunset's fiery mane, pulling her head back with a jerk, her other hand kneading and slapping both of her asscheeks. “Oh yeah! You love Trixie's glorious cocks, don't you?! You love taking it up the ass and in your tight little puss?!”

Scooping up her wide-brimmed starry hat, Trixie placed it atop her head, always feeling more powerful whenever she possessed it. “I'll break you in like one of AJ's horses! You used to get railed by horsecocks back in Equestria all the time, didn't you?”

Sunset pinkened even more at such a taboo idea, conflicted ever since she'd acquired this new body. It was much like when Twilight Sparkle crossed over; the hormones altered and preferences switched. However the old desires never truly left her. She simply tried not to think about stallions anymore, simultaneously intrigue and disturbed by her ambivalence.

The door popped open and Sunset's eyes widened. Lavender and Fuschia were engaged in idle chatter, only for the pair to freeze at the sight before them. Trixie smugly smiled, continuing to spank and thrust away. “You're cheating on us, Trixie?! And you didn't invite us to the show?!” They closed the door and sat on the bed, watching entranced hand-in-hand.

“Trixie needs not explain herself to mere sidekicks! However, you may stay and bear witness!” The pair resigned themselves to being mere bystanders, and started to make out, casually exploring each other's bodies with wandering hands. They'd fucked like rabbits with each other and Trixie many times. So what if she'd decided to invite some other girl into their escapades?

For her part Sunset simply submitted to her dominatrix. She was rather clumsy at this, but she admired her enthusiasm, at least. Her attempts to put her in her place were more playful and silly than anything. She couldn't help but form a sad smile. More-and-more she was convinced the old and new Sunset were two different people. The bad girl she really was deep down, and the good girl she'd pretended to be in order to feel loved. But a murderer didn't deserve such kind and loyal friends.

She'd make certain tonight. The moment of truth would decide her destiny.

Cheerilee stood before the rows of aisles that made up her class, a massive black board behind her with chalked ready nearby. She'd barely entered the room and already they were cheering and whistling. She smiled and waved her excited students down. “Now, now class, settle down! It's time for our daily assignments!” She'd always been quite popular with the attendees. But to her slack-jawed horror once she turned around, she realized that popularity was about to skyrocket much further!

Plastered all over the boards were dozens of pictures from old photo shoots she'd made years ago when Equestrian Suicidal Girls was a small and relatively unknown publication. She was kitted up (At least in the ones where she was dressed!) in an 80s glam rock style that had fallen out of fashion yet remained quite nostalgic and popular with throwbacks in pop culture.

“O-oh,” she giggled nervously. “I wonder how those got up there...?” She could have sworn these were all buried once that rare edition went out-of-print! Only rich collector's owned a copy, right?!

“Whoo-hoo! Miss Cheerilee's so cute,” called Derpy who raised her white top and let her braless little tits spill free to roaring approval. She'd obviously taken some inspiration, as their teach had a reputation as the fun, cool aunt they could all rely on. "Want to play with my muffins?" A few of the boys and girls eagerly took her up on the offer.

“W-well, my twin sister sure is good-looking, isn't she?!” Her entire class burst into laughter and she nervously joined in.

The speakers overhead sounded. “Miss Cheerilee, please report to the pincipals' office at once.”

Cheerilee lowered her head. Was she going to lose her job over something she'd put behind her? “You seem rather enthusiastic today, Derpy. You're in charge until I get back. Just take it easy all of you, will you?” She inhaled deeply and set off down the currently mostly empty halls to whatever fate awaited her. She really couldn't afford to be fired now!

When she finally arrived Celestia and Luna were already standing in wait in front of a desk, both so reserved and self-serious it was difficult to meet their eyes. “Miss Cheerilee,” began Celestia. “I trust you know why we called you here?”

“It's...about the photos, isn't it? I-I took those a long time ago.”

Luna watched her impassively. “Nevertheless, we simply cannot overlook this.”

Celestia broke into a wide smile. “Especially since I founded the Equestrian Suicidal Girls with Cadance.”

The other two women were stunned. “What?!” Luna shook her head. “Neither of you told me? And you did this behind my back?” She huffed. “I cannot believe this! The next time we see Cadance, I shall give her a piece of my mind-”

“Ahem. That's exactly why we didn't invite you into the fold. You're too...traditional! We wanted to build something that would allow girls to express themselves without judgement in a closed community. Of course, it all got out of hand as the operation grew larger, especially when Flim-and-Flam agreed to bail us out from bankruptcy. A little bit of legalize later and we were shortly out on our butts. The company went quiet for quite some time, but it's made quite a comeback almost overnight!”

Cheerilee tugged at her shirt. “S-so...am I am trouble? Please tell me I'm not fired!”

Celestia shook her head. “Of course not, silly. Sorry, my sister always tells me I have a poor sense of humor. Not that she would know any better.” They exchanged annoyed looks with each other. “No, we've let this spiral out-of-control for too long. I've done my best to protect the reputations of the students here, and while taking these photos certainly isn't illegal, I do worry how much I'll be able to shield them once they leave this halls. It's the whole reason Luna and I used our riches to found this private academy. They're like our children to us and we wanted to provide them the happiest, healthiest lives possible.”

“Call it nepotism if you like,” said Luna. “But we feel a terrible responsibility for them.”

Cheerilee knotted her brow. “Let me guess. You used your earnings from the company to help found Canterlot Academy and that put you in the red?” Celestia nodded. “Oh dear. I had no idea I was working for you back then, either...”

“I did my best to keep it a secret,” admitted Celestia. “One of our models, Inky Rose, often acted as our spokesperson in public or when someone wanted an interview. She also helped scout out new talent. I always wondered what happened to her?”

“We should shut all this down,” said Luna who took great pride as the leader of the no fun allowed police. Even Ms. Harshwhinny couldn't rival her strictness when she laid down the law. “Are the passing of pornographic materials around the school not already forbidden? We should issue suspensions for the viewers, and expulsions for those carrying contraband!”

“Too harsh, sister. We're not a medieval inquisition. No, I'll simply have a private talk with some of the students, pass around some memos, and post some bulletins.” In contrast Celestia, while she seemed intimidating at first, was often a bit too easygoing with her students. Separated they were often two severe extremes; but working together they balanced each other.

Once the town casually settled into its quietest hours, Sunset made her way to the hill with a duffel bag. Inside she carried a number of tools, including a few shovels she'd purchased in preparation. She hesitated a moment, staring at a pale moon, shrouded in slowly passing dark clouds. Then she started to break the dirt and toss it aside.

She worked relentlessly until she'd broken into a sweat. Soil, clay, rocks, and roots were overturned, earthworms wiggling out. Her muscles strained. It was much harder work than she thought, but she didn't complain, needing to know who she really was. There was no time to rest, either. She couldn't afford to be caught until she was ready to make a full confession.

“Sunset Shimmer.” She nearly leapt out of her skin, paling as she turned to face Twilight Sparkle, who'd secretly been trailing her the entire day. She frowned and carefully approached. “What are you doing?”

“Um...looking for buried treasure...?” Who did she think she was, Pinkie Pie?!

“Let me help.” Twilight started to remove another shovel from the selection in the bag.

“N-no! I mean...” She'd considered asking for help but that would mean coming clean too early. Besides, she didn't want to make anyone else an accomplice in her crimes, especially those closest to her! “I...have a confession to make. I planned to tell all of you eventually, after the photo shoot, but maybe it's better I air my dirty laundry now.”

Twilight smiled warmly, blindly faithful to her crush. “I'm sure it can't be that bad!”

“It is. You know when I first came to this world? Well, I never filled in all the holes for everyone. I didn't want to remember my shameful past.” She looked away, started shaking violently again, feeling her eyes water and her stomach turn. “I...I knocked out my double hear with a baseball bat Just cracked her in the back of her head once I ambushed her in her home, stole all the clothes off her back, and actually laughed and mocked her as I watched her lay there unconscious, naked and with a bit of blood running from her skull! I...I'd heard after I stole her identity she simply moved to another town, b-but...”

She covered her face with both hands, felt her legs weaken and finally give out, and she almost fainted, caught by Twilight who rushed to her side. She buried her face in her bosom and wept. “I'm a murderer! It was an accident, but that doesn't matter! I've done something so horrible it can't ever be forgiven, not with all the power of friendship bullshit in the world!”

“A-and the body's buried...here? Are you certain?” She held her tight and stroked her red-and-yellow mane. “Look, we'll find a way to work this out. Somehow. And if we can't...we'll run away. Together. Our friends will understand, eventually.”

“No! I won't let you throw away your future for garbage like me!” She desperately wanted them all to hate her, to hurt and alienate her, because the more kindness they showed her, the more her heart ached. Better that they throw her away so that they could move on with their loves quickly and be better off for it. She'd already torn the rest of her circle apart once!

Twilight cupped her hands around her cheeks and made Sunset face her. “Whatever you've done, you're not garbage. You made a mistake. But I'm not going to stop loving you no matter what happens.” She inhaled deeply, trembling as she kissed each of her eyes closed, never being bold enough to confess how she really felt before. “I...I'm in love with you, Sunset. I'd do anything for you. I can't picture a future without you.” With quivering lips she planted one last peck on her temple.

“I only fooled myself into thinking I'm a good girl. I'm no worthy of your love.” She'd sobered up a little but the grief and disgust still ate away at her insides. “You can help...if you want.”

She turned and started to mechanically dig, and Twilight fell into place beside her, earth thrown into a pile while they worked for nearly an hour. Eventually they spotted what appeared to be glass, and her heart almost stopped, relieved and afraid they'd finally hit pay dirt. With their bare hands they scooped the piles of moist dirt aside until it was finally cleared.

What they saw below was like something from a fairy tale. A glass coffin that housed what appeared to be a rather peacefully sleeping Sunset Shimmer, dressed in a costume similar to the one she'd worn when she'd ascended into an almost angelic state at the Friendship Games. This poor victim was the real angel. Not the imposter devil who'd stolen her life and future away.

“So now you see. I can't deny it anymore. Maybe I didn't intend to, but I still deceived all of you.”

Twilight huffed beside her, not as used to physical activity. “Stop it. I won't hear another bad word about you out of that lovely mouth!” She decided to be a little bolder, leaning in and meeting her lips, until she surrendered, wrapping arms that started to quiver once more about her. They kissed awkwardly, both confused, Twi never having done anything intimate with another.

When she started to unbutton her vest Twilight shivered. “I-I don't have any real experience. I might not be any good. Certainly not up to the standards of a confident, beautiful woman like you, who's probably had a bunch of boyfriends and girlfriends.” She looked down with rosy cheeks as Sunset continued to hungrily pop open the buttons until she could tear away her vest.

Sunset aggressively disrobed her, practically ripping apart her clothes in the process, but Twi simply surrendered to whatever her partner wanted, until only her rather plain bra, panties, her glasses, and the tie in her hair were all that remained. She shivered in the chilly air. “Don't worry,” she said. “I'll warm you up soon.” She took off her glasses, let down her hair.

Fingers delicately unhooked her bra, and Twi inhaled, her average-sized breasts exposed. Goosebumps dotted them and her nipples were already quite erect from the cold. “I-I know they're nothing too special, but-” A couple of tender kisses on each of her tips shut her up. She peppered her with pecks lower, between her under cleavage, down her navel, until she finally reached her crotch. She hooked her digits into her underwear, slowly dragging it down, first to expose her neatly trimmed pubic hair, then her untouched slit, until she fully removed the offending garment and cast it aside. “Is it...okay?”

Sunset nodded. “Now you.” She raised her arms to make it easier, letting Twi clumsily remove her jacket, then her top and skirt, until she too was in her undergarments and those black leather fuck-me boots that seemed to drive everyone wild.

They had seen each other naked plenty of times, but never in a deliberately intimate manner like this, and Twi's hands trembled as she undid the bra, letting the luscious mounds bounce free. She couldn't believe she was doing this with the woman she loved! It wasn't just a wet dream or an idle fantasy! They were going to finally make sweet love for real!

The excitement was so so much she'd momentarily forgotten all about their circumstances, eagerly drawing down her panties and throwing them aside, revealing the beautiful flower within topped by a patch of wild fire. They surrendered needily to each other, kissing and exploring, losing themselves to wherever their feelings took them. “Am I...doing it right? I read a few-”

“Don't overthink it. Do whatever comes naturally, no matter how weird it seems. I won't judge. I'll accept you no matter what you're into.” It's not like a murderer could look down on somebody just because they had some weird fetishes, anyhow. And with someone this extra virgin she doubted it could be too odd! She'd datted a number of types before settling on Flash, after all.

Inevitably they ended up in a tangle of limbs, much like when hey'd slipped in the shower, and they shared a series of hardy laughs, blushing and basking in their partner's warmth and soft, supple flesh. “Just relax,” she told Twi. “I'll make you feel really good.” She parted Twi's thighs, and her own, wedging herself until their legs were locked like a pair of scissors.

Twi flushed intensely at such an indignified position, but relaxed as their pussies finally kissed, rubbing together a bit until a trail of their own feminine excretions connected their snatches in a moist trail. “Oh Sunset,” she murmured as their bodies started to rock together. They surrendered fully to their needs, grinding their hips, feeling their nethers shudder.

Their fingers laced together as they held hands and drew each other closer. Swollen love buttons were moist as they rubbed about in playful yet strong caresses. Eventually they shifted positions again, sitting up buth with their wet pussies still connected, arms wrapped around one-another and driving fingernails into their partner's back as their tongues locked and rolled about to seek whatever release they could find. “Oh...oh Sunset-! I think I'm about to-!”

She lost herself with a scream, loins quaking as she gushed all over Sunset, sprays showering her in girl cum. Sunse continued to passionately drive her crotch into Twi's, so aroused by her release that she too started to squirt with a nonstop moan, painting her new lover in clear liquid streams. “F-fuck,” she hissed. “Y-your pussy is so damned wet and tight-!”

They continued to heave and pant and moan until their orgasms finally settled down. For a few minutes the apir simply held on, basking in the afterglow of what they'd done, and wondering whether this was simply a fling, or if it would be better to make it steady. But brutal reality snapped Sunset back. “I...I'm glad I was able to do this with you, at least once.”

Twi kissed her. “No. We'll find a way. Even if you do end up in prison, I'll visit you.”

Sunset started to quietly weep some more, pained too see how loyal she was. “Thanks. I love you, Twi.” She simply rocked in her arms for a bit, soaked up her body heat and the feel of her soft and supple flesh.

So lost were the couple in the moment that they failed to hear the almost imperceptible rustle of grass, and likewise a shadow creep up, picking up the discarded shovels. The flat of the tool whooshed out and landed with an audible crack on the back of Twi's skull. She instantly slumped over with a familiar trickle of blood running from her skull.

With a roar Sunset spun around to face their attacker, only to be hit full-force in the face by a similar blow, darkness overtaking her as she went limp. The glass coffin was opened by their assailant. Their nudes bodies were deposited inside, the lid was locked, and their attacker started to shovel back the disturbed earth, until they were buried deep below the ground.

Author's Notes:

Lots of plot development and this one...and hopefully some good 'plot' as well.