The front door swung open so hard it punched hole in the drywall, and Sunset Shimmer stomped her way into the apartment with a scowl. She whipped around, pulling the doorknob from its newly-made docking port, white dust trailing behind as the door slammed shut. Her fingers engaged the deadbolt automatically, and she threw herself onto the sofa a moment later, muttering a string of muffled curses into a throw pillow.
She rolled over, removing her face from the pillow and turning to look at the wall next to her TV. Her eyes wandered to the clock, checking to see just how much time she'd lost in detention that day. She growled at the answer she got, rolling again to face the back of the couch. She'd been stuck at Canterlot High in that stupid classroom with all the rejects and troublemakers for two whole hours. And they'd even insisted that she work on something the entire time, despite not having any homework to do. If the staff had seen all the nasty things she'd written on that piece of paper she'd pulled out to occupy her time, she'd probably be in detention again tomorrow.
It didn't help that Ms. Harshwhinny kept her room hotter than a dragon's nest. Even with her jacket off, Sunset was sure she'd lost a few pounds to all the sweat she couldn't keep in. Sunset brought up her own hands and wrapped them around her upper arms. Now she felt filthy and sticky inside her leather, like she needed to take a shower. Maybe she should do just that. It might make her feel better in general.
Two minutes later found her in the bathroom, the door shutting behind her with a click. She wasted no time in twisting the dual knobs below the stainless showerhead, starting up the flow of water. Sunset reached a hand out, placing it under the stream. It took a moment, but then her fingers curled slightly at the feel of the warm water pelting them, and she drew her hand away. That would do nicely.
She took a few steps back, pulling her shirt up and over her head, not having to bother with the leather jacket she'd left on the sofa. Her orange skirt came next, sliding right over the boots she'd forgotten to take off first. She sat down atop the toilet lid with a little grumble, being reminded of what a pain it could be to wear clothes all the time as she pulled her boots and socks off. She'd initially wondered why she even needed to wear clothes in this world at all, but a few hours of experimental nudity had informed her that bare skin wasn't as warm as the fur coat she'd known as a pony.
Her purple bra dropped at her feet, followed by her matching panties. She stepped out of the underwear, glancing at herself in the mirror as she did so. Even after all the time she'd spent here, she still half-expected to see a horn on her forehead whenever she looked at her reflection. Not that she minded her new form... much. The lack of magic was pretty irritating at the best of times, after all. She shrugged off the thought, continuing over to the shower.
She stepped up and over the edge of the bathtub, her feet landing softly on the cool porcelain that had yet to match the temperature of the hot water that was now hitting her thigh. She pulled the rest of her body in under the stream, hastily sliding the curtain shut before leaning both hands against the wall opposite the showerhead. She let out a long, drawn-out sigh, shutting her eyes as the heated stream pelted her shoulders like a barrage of tiny spikes and rolled down her back, rivulets of the clear liquid sliding down her legs and to the white tub at her feet.
There she stood, taking in the warmth for a few seconds before steadily pushing against the wall, tilting her head back and bringing it under the spray. Her hair grew heavy and limp as Sunset turned her head from one side to the other and back again, getting it thoroughly soaked. She brought up a hand, using it to push aside some of the wet strands of red and yellow as they stuck to her face. She reached the hand back, sliding it under her drenched hair and pulling it up and over one shoulder to expose the back of her neck to the stream.
Sunset crossed her legs and turned on one heel, finally facing the deluge to let it pound across her bare chest. Her hands slid past one another and came to rest against her ribs, arms held just below her dripping breasts. She shifted her feet along the lightly textured bottom of the tub, moving herself closer to the showerhead and bringing the stream of water to her face, eyes clenching shut.
She held the position for only a few seconds, which was as much as she could bear before her instincts brought her face backward to keep her from drowning, even if she wasn't even close to real danger. She exhaled sharply, expelling some water that had wandered into her nostrils. Her arms uncrossed, dumping out the little pools that had formed where her arms met her chest. Her hands moved up and over her face, wiping away some of the collected moisture before combing her fingers back through her tangling hair. Then her arms crossed again, she breathed deep the steam rising up from the tub floor, and she stood still.
The warm droplets wove their way over her body like mice in a maze, turning and twisting across every imperfection in her skin and every curve she possessed, until they finally either reached the floor or the end of an extremity. They would hang there from her elbows and her shining bundles of hair, pausing as though considering their next destination before falling away and splashing into the tub with their fellows. She'd felt each one on her skin, at first, but they soon blended together. The sensation went from an army of drops to a single state of being covered, in her mind. For uncounted minutes, such was Sunset's world, and she was in no hurry to change that fact.
It was such a different experience as a human, as Sunset was reminded each time she bathed. As a pony, the water soaked into her coat and stayed there, weighing her down and taking more than the quick pat of a towel to remove. As a human, the water would just flow over her smooth skin and fall away, leaving only traces of its slippery presence behind. There were also so many things one could do with fingers, like plucking up the white bottle of body wash she kept on a shallow shelf just to her right. As a unicorn, she would have simply used a levitation spell, but there was just something satisfying about finely manipulating an object with nothing other than her own bare body.
She turned the bottle over in her hands, running her thin fingers across the label and over the red cap just before popping it open and squirting some of the pink goo into one palm. She snapped the cap shut against a tiled wall before replacing it on the shelf, bringing her other hand up to her face. A contented smile formed on her lips as she took a quick sniff of the strawberry-scented substance.
She'd always loved strawberries, especially growing up. It always reminded her of the little garden that her parents had by the side of the house. They would grow a few different things, like tomatoes and carrots, but Sunset only ever cared about the strawberries. Tomatoes were mushy and carrots were bland, but strawberries were always a pleasure to bite into. Of course, it had been a long time since anything had been grown in the little strip of dirt. Even before she had left Equestria, the garden had sat unused for quite some time, a silent reminder of the ponies who used to live there.
Sunset pulled her hand away, blinking a couple of times to bring herself back to the present. She sighed quietly, rubbing her hands together before slathering the viscous liquid over each arm. Onto her shoulders she moved, spreading the goo across her collarbones and awkwardly pasting some onto her back before proceeding to her front. Each hand slid along one side of her chest, coming to meet in the middle and sliding up over her breasts, pausing ever-so-briefly to twirl a bit of the soap around each nipple before traveling onward to her neck. Her hands slid back down, each finger slowly running over her nipples and then down to her hips.
Fingers were quite handy indeed. Thick, stumpy pony hooves could never wrap around her legs and spread the strawberry suds all the way down to her feet as she bent over double, or do the same to her other leg on the way back up. Nor could they reach those two little nooks where her legs met her crotch, gently rubbing the soap on her soft skin and brushing against her labia. Her movements slowed suddenly at that last bit of contact, but only for a second before picking back up, her hands reaching around and lathering the soap over her toned backside.
The soaping continued uninterrupted, despite her thoughts drifting elsewhere. Her fingers wove this way and that way across her smooth skin by memory. After living in with it for several years, she knew her body outside and in, and required no conscious effort to scrub herself. However, there were a few things her body did need....
Sunset audibly scoffed at herself, bits of water and saliva escaping her mouth. "Need" was the wrong word. "Need" implied that she was a slave to her own impulses and drives, which was far from the truth. She was in control of her body, not brainless hormones. She would do what she wanted, when she wanted, and not when some chemical switch was flipped, otherwise she'd probably have gotten pregnant by now. Her hands, meanwhile, continued on their way, lathering shampoo into her hair.
Of course, it had been a while since she'd gotten any action, so to speak. When was the last time? Her eighteenth birthday? That birthday party had been over seven weeks ago. Things had been a little more boring than usual after that, since Flash had broken up with her a short while later. Sunset found her teeth clenching a bit at that recollection. He was such an idiot, sometimes. Scratch that, he was an idiot all the time. But he'd been her idiot. Now she was stuck with a pair of even bigger idiots, and they weren't even close to being good enough for her to date.
Sunset sighed, pushing back the less-than-pleasant memories for the second time that afternoon as she finished rinsing her hair and body. Her eyes flitted down toward her legs, water streaming down and dripping from her brow. Why not? It wasn't like she had anywhere to be. Her right hand slid past a thigh, her index and ring fingers rooting in and rubbing along either side of her slit. Her eyes briefly landed on the bottle of bodywash, but she'd learned a long time ago that soap really wasn't the best for that sort of thing. She was sure she'd be able to get by with just the water and herself, anyway.
Heat built up beneath her slender fingers, and it wasn't from the shower water still running down her body. Sunset's free hand moved up past her shoulders, pressing lightly against the back of her neck. Her right hand added a third finger to the mix, this one running in between her moistening lower lips. Her hair was tossed toward one side, though much of it remained stubbornly stuck to her face.
Her back arched, pressing her head against a tiled wall and pushing her hips further into the warm spray and her own hand. Her left foot slipped on the tub floor as she leaned, and she yelped in surprise, barely stopping herself from falling. Slowly, with hands bracing against the edges of the bathtub, she lowered herself down until her butt hit the now-warm porcelain. She eased back against the tub wall, curling both legs up to give her better access as her right hand went back to its gentle motions. Water continued to pound all across her chest and legs.
Her head rested itself against one edge of the tub, keeping her face out of the stream from the showerhead above. She drew in a sharp breath as her middle finger stopped just above her slit, then exhaled a slow sigh as the finger began a circular stirring motion against her sensitive nub. She had forgotten how good it could feel, even just by herself. Fingers did have their uses, and they certainly had a fine control that her magical grasp never did.
Her left leg slid out straight, and she leaned to the same side as she brought the other foot atop the tub's rim, giving herself yet more room to work. No matter how much her fingers stroked and stirred, however, she didn't seem to be getting anywhere anytime soon.
She growled just before putting both hands against the tub's edges, pulling her legs up under herself and turning toward one side of the tub. She wiggled her knees against the textured white floor as she turned and sat back on her calves, only to wince slightly. Sunset leaned forward instead, pressing her left hand to a tub wall as her right snaked down between her thighs again. She hummed a little once she resumed her quick strokes, bouncing up and down slightly with each breath she let out.
That felt much better. Her breath quickened, as did the pace of her fingers. She sighed through her nostrils, sending her other hand away from tub wall and down to join its fellow. This one moved further down, curling two fingers around and prodding at her entrance. She slid in easily, her nails grazing her shallow folds as they passed inside. Her fingers moved ponderously, probing gently until they found their target just a few inches in. With a press of that rough, fleshy button, sparks shot up her body and past her vision, and a gasp slid from her lips. Her teeth bit into her lower lip, and she pressed on, one set of fingers rubbing inside and the other rubbing outside.
Her shoulders hunched forward even further, and her thighs twitched, pulling inward. Sunset fought against her own body for control, neck curling and forehead pushing against the edge of the tub as a nigh-indescribable sensation of tightness took hold, built, and spread. The rhythm of her hips fell out of sync with that of her hands, her bounces stuttering along with the continuing twitches in her legs and belly. The short series of whimpers coming from behind her teeth were almost drowned out by the long-forgotten noise of the shower still drenching the tub and her back.
At last, all her muscles tensed, bolts of chemical ecstasy bursting between her legs, shooting up through her, and pinging off every nerve in her body. The pair of fingers still working inside her were hugged by the contractions that followed, but she barely noticed. Her world was limited to that lovely feeling spreading up her spine and shoving aside all else. Nothing else could quite compare to that sensation, and getting fully lost in it. For just a few seconds, nothing else mattered. Not detention, not her frustrations in this new world, nothing.
But it could only last so long. Like one of the droplets on her back, it ran its course and then departed. Sunset fell sideways, legs sliding out from under her. Her shoulder hit the porcelain a little hard, but she barely noticed. She stayed on her side, heart loudly pounding in her chest and against her eardrums. Her hand got halfway to the tub's edge before she remembered almost passing out from orgasming in the shower while standing, and she let her hand fall back to her side. All she did was lie on her side, her breaths sharp, but slow, hair plastered to her face. Darkness reached in at the edges of her vision, and she blinked until it passed, just resting there for a little while and watching the water run down the side of the tub.
She wasn't sure how long it was before she stood up again, hands bracing against anything they could to assist her quivering legs, but it couldn't have been more than a minute or so. She turned off the water's flow after running her fingers through the stream a final time, and moved the shower curtain aside. As she made use of a dull orange towel, a happy tune popped into her head, as it often seemed to after such a pleasant event. The song wormed its way into her head and then to her lips. The lyrics drifted out of her mouth and through the bathroom, only interrupted by the towel moving to dab off her face.
She stepped over to the mirror, but found it was completely fogged up. A glance at the little set of switches by the door told her she'd forgotten to turn on the bathroom's fan, and her only response was a short chuckle and a roll of her eyes. She slung a purple bathrobe around her shoulders, cinching it around her waist, and opened up the bathroom door with a smile. Sunset Shimmer collapsed onto her bed, hands resting on either side of her head. She didn't have any homework left to do, and there was still plenty of time left in the day. Taking a nap seemed like a nice idea. Maybe she should do just that.
