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// Thousand Suns, by Masterweaver 
// Story: Group Precipitation 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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Sunny Flare looked at the computer screen and cringed. "Great."

Lemon Zest noisily sipped on her smoothie's straw. "Sooooo. What's up?"

"You're still part of that Bacon Horse church?"

"Mmmyep."

"...So... okay." Sunny bit her lip. "My dad's sister—Aunt Crescent, you remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"Well, we went through our old photo albums recently. Found Grandpa Crater. Fun memories."

"Okay."

"He had a sister, Sunflare. I'm actually named after her. Well, except I'm Sunny instead of Sun—"

"No, I got it. Continue?"

"That sister had a daughter. Stellar Flare. She's... not estranged, exactly, but not somebody I talk to regularly."

Lemon nodded, rolling her hand.

"And... Stellar Flare is in a bigamous relationship with two others. A man named Desert Sunrise... and a woman named Sunset Satin."

The pink girl blinked. "...Sunset."

"... Yep." Sunny drew in on herself. "And... well... Stellar Flare has a son named Sunburst... and Sunset Satin has a daughter. Named... well."

Lemon looked at the screen. "So... you're related to this world's version of Sunset Shimmer."

"By my father's cousin's wife, yes. She's my... second cousin, apparently. Or, quarter-second cousin. Since she's not directly biologically related to me." Sunny bit her lip. "Does... does this mean you're going to start worshiping me or something?"

"... You mean besides what I already do in the bedroom?" Lemon shook her head. "Nah. The Divine Bacon Horse grants blessings deliberately, it's not a case of holy blood or anything like that."

"Oh, thank Harmony."

"Course if you want me to do some 'worshipping' right now—"

Sunny rolled her eyes. "Not in the mood." She paused. "Maybe later."