• Published 6th Oct 2017
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Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) - FanOfMostEverything



The continuation of an open anthology of continuations of other authors' stories.

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FoME's Critical Disdain (SigmasonicX's "Equestria Girls: The True Story")

Author's Note:

[Comedy]

This is a follow-up to SigmasonicX's Equestria Girls: The True Story (2,032 words, [Comedy][Random])

EQUESTRIA GIRLS: THE TRUE SPOILERS: Twilight falls in love—or at least infatuation—with Sunset at first sight. The plot of the first movie is overshadowed by desire and the sacred bond of bullying your kouhai. The story concludes with Sunset and Twilight swapping roles, the latter bridal carrying the former through the statue portal.

The manuscript dropped from nerveless fingers onto the grass outside of CHS. Sunset shook her head, which did nothing to dislodge the mental images.

"So?" said Fluttershy. "What did you think?"

"This..." Sunset shuddered at all of the "this" the word had to encompass. "This isn't remotely what happened. You should know. You were..." She trailed off and took a good look at the other girl. Not what she expected to see; what was actually there. The balled-up fists, the shaky balance, the way the story glossed over most of the scenes in the human world. It all made sense.

Fluttershy broke out into a cold sweat... yet her smile only got wider. "Y-yes?"

Sunset facepalmed. "I'm not going to tell you to stop writing fan fiction about us, Fluttershy. I'm not even going to keep you from visiting this world. Not like I could. All I ask is that you don't share what you wrote with anyone else here."

The other girl squirmed, and didn't seem to enjoy it this time. "Um, that might be a problem."

Sunset moved to massaging her temples. "And why's that?"

"This world's Twilight is my editor."

The days when Sunset didn't long for the power to just incinerate her problems were good days. Today officially became a bad day. "Of course she is."

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