Title:           An Airy's Sunset
Author:          BlondeNonny
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First Edit:      Friday 18th of July 2014 03:09:25 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 18th of July 2014 03:09:25 PM CDT

The night of the Fall Formal has finally come. Despite Sunset's endless attempts to get the crown, Twilight Sparkle and her new-old friends have managed to thwart her entirely. The sheer number of girls who went and signed up to be on the Princess ballot and the changes that had transpired in Canterlot High over the past few days meant it is all but impossible for the belligerent bully to get away with another win this year. So, the sextet decide to enjoy themselves, while remaining vigilant in case Sunset decides to try a last minute scheme.
 
It isn't too much longer before Principle Celestia came onto the stage. Standing in front of the microphone, she clears her throat and taps on the receiver twice. A gentle hum goes out through the speakers, causing the crowd to go silent and turn their attention to the stage. The Principle gives them an easy smile.
 
"Students of Canterlot High, it's time to announce this year's Fall Formal Princess."
 
A murmur springs up among the students, rippling through the crowd and growing in volume as excitement takes hold. All of them squeeze in closer, including Twilight and her friends. Despite the anxious knot in the pony-turned-girl's belly, their comforting presence helps to set her mind at ease as every student watches Principle Celestia work her fingers under the lip of the letter. A quiet rip comes through the speaker as she pulls loose the paper inside.
 
"This year's Fall Formal Princess is... Sunset Shimmer!"
 
At least six draws drop, Twilight couldn't be bothered to count anything beyond herself and her friends. A deathly still falls over the crowd broken only by a few cheers from far corners as the school bully makes her way onto the stage. A broad, fake smile splits her face in two as she gives a lazy, condescending wave to the students. Arriving next to the stone-faced Principle, Sunset bats her eyes twice and takes the microphone.
 
 
"My dear friends," she says, her voice slow and low, a mock sincerity tinging her tone. "I am so honored that you would choose me to be your Fall Formal Princess for a third consecutive year."
 
The crowd stays silent as Sunset continues.
 
"I thought it was absolutely beautiful the way that everyone came together to make the Formal a reality, especially after the original setup was trashed so thoroughly."
 
The green-eyed girl shoots a glare back towards Snips and Snails. The cronies give sheepish grins as they jam their hands into their pockets.
 
"Truly, Canterlot High is a special place, and I am proud to be a part of it, and such an appreciated member of a wonderful community. Thank you."
 
A light spattering of applause comes from a few students, but most continue to stare up to the stage, stunned that Sunset could have managed another upset. With a sigh, Celestia reaches into the box held by Vice Principle Luna and pulls out the tiara. Twilight's Element of Harmony. The shocked Princess can only watch as Sunset is crowned in her place. Taking a step back, Principle Celestia again declares.
 
"Canterlot High, your Fall Formal Princess..."
 
Sunset waves yet again, even as the tingling power of the Element courses through her body. Practically electric, she can feel magical potential trickling down from her head all the way down to her fingers and toes. Yes. This was how it was supposed to be.
Then, the magic stops. Sunset's face contorts in confusion as she purses her lips and tries to stare at the crown without taking it off her head. A tinkling, musical voice echoes between her ears.
 
'Transfer of power incomplete. Subject lacking adequate quantities of friendship. Adjusting to compensate.'
 
Before Sunset can find the source of the sound, another jolt of power flows through her body. Unlike the energy from before, however, now the girl feels it acting on her rather than being at her disposal.
 
The tingling returns with a vengeance, starting in her hair. Before her eyes, she sees the boisterous red color she prides herself on beginning to lighten at a frantic pace. Across the spectrum it goes before settling on a color more golden than red, though retaining some of it's original flare. The blonde already residing in her hair makes a noticeable shift as well, finally settling in a platinum shade.
 
The itching sensation moves along to her face, causing the devilish debutante to close her eyes out of reflex. To the corners of her eyes, across the bridge of her nose, against her lips, even her ears were not safe from the admittedly ticklish tingling. When it finally passes, Sunset opens her eyes and attempts to scowl out at the crowd.
 
"What was that?"
 
Only, her words are slightly garbled. Bringing a finger to her lips, she presses the suddenly tingling digit against them and notices how abundant the supple flesh feels against her fingertip. Casting her eyes down towards her lips, she can only watch in a mixture of amazement and horror as her fingernail begins to alter in front of her.
 
The thin and fragile nails she was used to seeing were no longer apparent, instead each finger boasted a robust half-inch rounded square past the end of each tip. A delicate pink coloring shaded the top half of the nail, while the uncovered portion glistens even in the dim light of the gym.
 
As Sunset gapes at her divine digits, the tingling suddenly intensifies in a single location. A blush blitzes its way across her now delicate features as a continuous throbbing heat makes itself known between the juncture of her thighs. The recently crowned Princess makes a helpless whimpering sound as she rocks her hips from side to side, pearly white teeth biting down ever so slightly on her lower lip.
 
“What, what’s happening? Twilight?”
 
To Sunset’s credit, the scholarly student doesn’t seem to know either. Unable to pick up her jaw from the ground, she can only gape at the girl’s now sky blue eyes, touched up with a gentle soft stroke of green across her eye lids. The plump-lipped Princess continues to squirm on stage as her body adopts a luscious bronzed color from countless days spent in the sun.
Sunset shivers and feels her hips twitch in response, the once acceptably tight underwear beneath her dress suddenly feeling far too snug. She makes an attempt to hurry off stage before an unexpected dressaster occurs, but her steps are thrown off by an exaggerated swaying in her gradually growing hip.
 
The bully hisses through her teeth as the sensation dives deeper into her body, changing her from the inside out. Her posture shifts to be more comfortable in heels and walking on the balls of her feet, while the tickle in her throat leaves her still shocked squeals at least a half-octave higher. And then it reaches her head.
 
Whimpering, Sunset places a hand on either side of her head and feels her thoughts begin to slow to a crawl. The scheme to have Snips and Snails stuff the ballot box while she was keeping Vice Principle Luna away from her office seemed so far beyond her current ability to understand, even though she knew that it had been her master stroke to get the crown.
 
The crown! At last, the thought trickles into Sunset’s brain that perhaps the crown is what was causing her to change. Shaky fingers grope for the golden headpiece, but as she finally takes hold of the offending object, another sensation ripples through her body. With bated breath, her eyes shoot downwards just in time to see the gentle slope of her chest begin to swell upwards and outwards. Several more jaws manage to drop, including Sunset’s, her lips forming a cute pink O-shape as the tingling in her head intensifies.
 
And then, she giggles.
 
(TO BE CONTINUED?? Anon, if you see this and are the author, please continue!)