Title:           FPT Story #1
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/WidTPDyn
First Edit:      Monday 28th of April 2014 11:50:45 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 28th of April 2014 11:50:45 AM CDT

>It was a bright, sunny day in Ponyville, and you, Twilight Sparkle, are on your bed reading a book, as usual.
>The book is on trans-dimensional travel and the various magical portals and items that can transport people to other worlds found throughout Equestria.
>You are hoping to find more information on them, as they could be harnessed to easily transport people across vast distances very easily, if they could be controlled.
>But, alas, your studies are interrupted by a knock at the door.
>Before you can get to it, it’s violently thrown open.
>“Twilight Sparkle!” a familiar voice calls out.
>Standing in the entry way was a yellow unicorn with a crimson and gold mane who you thought had been banished to an alternate world.
>However, her form has changed ever so slightly since you last saw her.
>There seems to be a little more padding around her stomach, her rear jiggling and twitching a little more as she struts forward.
“Sunset Shimmer? But how did you get here? The portal was locked! And, er . . . what happened to your body?”
>“Escape the human world? I waited until the portal re-opened. And as for the little bit of extra body fat . . . well, it appears that human food was a bit higher in caloric intake then I could have imagined. It warped my human form, and those changes seem to have been passed down to my normal one. For Celestia’s student, you really still have much to learn.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
>“I’ve come to challenge you to a little competition to see who is really worthy of being the star pupil of the Princess of the Sun.”
“I thought you’d put your lust for power behind you after we defeated you!”
>“Oh please. That was merely a temporary setback. And I’m very good at putting on the crocodile tears, especially in front of trusting, bumbling morons like you. So, I’m here to finish this once and for all. You pick the venue. What’ll it be? Sorcery? Science? Feats of strength, bravery, wit, or –”
“I choose . . . I choose a pie eating contest.”
>Sunset takes a step back and blinks.
>“A pie eating contest?” she parrots.
“Yes. A pie eating contest. The Ponyville County Fair is today.”
>“But why?”
“Because neither of us can best each other in magical skill or factual knowledge, so I decided to pick something neither of us are good at. It was just the first thing that came to mind.”
>“Very well then, Twilight Sparkle. I will meet you at the fair.”
>Sunset Shimmer trotted off towards the door, her hooves making the floorboards creak with every step.
>You sigh.
>A few months ago, you thought that you’d changed Sunset Shimmer for the better and brought the Magic of Friendship to her.
>Obviously, she was a better deceiver than you believed then.
>Her quick turnaround from megalomaniacal demon to sniveling teenager should have revealed that, but you chose to put trust in the wrong place.
>It doesn’t matter now.
>You have to play her little game.
>Picking up your saddlebags, you head off towards Sweet Apple Acres and the County Fair.
>“Hiya, Twilight!” Applejack greets you as you approach the main event stage. “Watcha doin’ here? Come to watch the festivities?”
“Actually, no, I’ve come to compete,” you explain.
>Applejack raises an eyebrow.
>“Uh . . . in what?”
“In the pie eating contest.”
>“Well, I mean, if you want to I won’t stop you, but why?”
“It’s a long story.”
>“I’ve got time.”
>The orange horse leans up against the white cloth-covered table on the stage and places a hoof to her head.
“Sunset Shimmer somehow got back to Equestria, and she challenged to me to any competition to see who is worthy of being Celestia’s student. So I chose that.”
>“Ugh, Twi, why didn’t ya  just send her away or summon Celestia? It’s not like you to submit to these things.”
“Summoning Celestia would’ve taken too long. And I couldn’t just ignore her; she might’ve started hurting people in order to get me to fight her. I might as well have chosen this silly thing.”
>“Alright, whatever ya say. The contest begins in five minutes, so get ready.”
>You take your place at the contest table.
>A few minutes later, Sunset Shimmer waddles her way over to a seat next to you.
>“So, you showed up,” she sneers. “Good. At least you aren’t cowardly enough to run.”
>You remain silent to her taunting.
>“What? No retorts? Fine.”
>She sits her generous behind in one of the chairs, causing it to groan a bit under the stress.
>“Stupid, cheap thing . . .” Sunset mutters.
>Applejack makes her way up the stairs onto the stage and takes the seat to your right.
“You’re competing as well?” you ask her.
>“Course I am! Well, uh . . . Rainbow Dash dared me to.”
>You chuckle.
>A crowd is gathering at the front of the stage, including a tall, green being wearing a two-piece suit standing in the back.
>Granny Smith walks up to the megaphone at the front of the stage while a large apple pie is placed in front of you.
>“Is this thing on? Is this – okay. Welcome, everyp0ny, to the 85th annual Sweet Apple Acres pie eating competition. Uh . . . we’ve got some repeat competitors, Mr. Red Delicious, and, uh, Mr. Baldwin Apple.”
>Granny Smith feebly waves her hoof at two large, muscular red ponies at the far end of the table.
>“And we’ve got some new competitors this year, like my own flesh and blood, Applejack, plus, uh, these two.”
>She points to you, Applejack, and Sunset Shimmer.
“Without further ado, let the competition begin!”