Author's Note

This story is porn. It is written for the express purpose of sexual arousal and erotic entertainment. As such, the erotic merit of this story will be highly subjective.

The author does not necessarily endorse any of the acts or behaviors presented in this story. Please refrain from ascribing allusions between the fictional narrative of this story and any personal beliefs, proclivities, or biases of the author.

All characters present in this story are 18 or over and legally of age to engage in sexual activity.

Triggers for this chapter: Second person reader insert

Special note: This chapter is written in the style of Fimfic Authors Are In Your Bed, with the permission of AdmiralBiscuit.

Sunset Shimmer Is In Your Bed

Monday is the worst, most soul-crushing day of the week.

Every Monday, you force yourself out the door, drive to your horrible, nightmare-inducing job, and put up with unbelievable amounts of bullshit from your customers, co-workers, and bosses. After that, you use some of your meager pay to buy yourself a cheap, nasty bite of supper before you head home (because on Mondays, you really don't feel like coming home and cooking). Then you have to deal with the godawful nightmare that is rush hour traffic when you're already suffering from a legendary headache, and all you want to do is rush home, lock yourself in your apartment, chug down a couple of beers, and pass out in front of the TV.

And for most of your adult life, that's exactly what you've done.

But recently, your life has taken a bizarre turn. You've become the plaything of the universe, and for the better part of a year (or has it been more than a year now? You're not even sure anymore), Monday brings with it a new, special evil, unique to you and you alone:

Insane, inconsiderate talking, fire-setting, bed-breaking, all-your-food-eating, farting ponies appearing in your bed as though it's the most natural thing in the world.

Ever since it started, you've been incapable of relaxing on Mondays. It's not that all your pony visitors are terrible. But most of them are. And you're never quite sure what you're going to find when you open your bedroom door.

You finally make it to your parking spot, kill the engine, get out of the car, and stagger up to your apartment. As soon as you're through the front door, you throw the greasy takeout bag from your barely edible dinner in the trash, kick off your shoes, toss your keys on the counter, and shuffle down the hall.

There's no use in putting off the inevitable.

You brace yourself and open the door to your bedroom.

There's a teenage girl in your bed. A gorgeous, curvy, sexy bombshell of a teenage girl. She has flawless amber skin and long, wavy copper hair with golden streaks. She's wearing a sleeveless magenta top that leaves her shoulders bare and a short orange pleather skirt. She's barefoot; her legs are long, graceful, and perfect. Her beautiful face is a study in serenity as she sleeps. Her well-endowed chest rises and falls softly.

Over by your desk, a black leather jacket with silver studs on the collar is folded over the back of your chair, and a tall pair of black boots with purple flame deco stands against your bedside table.

As you move closer to get a better look at her, she shifts in her sleep, drawing one leg up a bit. Her thighs part for a brief moment, and with her already-short skirt riding up ever so slightly, you get a spectacular glimpse of deep purple panties.

Just the sight of her fills you with desire. She's easily the sexiest, most perfect girl you've ever laid eyes on. You gently lift her feet and sit down on the foot of the bed, laying her legs across your lap. She shifts slightly, wriggling deeper into the bed, but shows no signs of waking. You caress her bare legs, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. You inhale deeply and the enticing smell of whatever shampoo and perfume she uses fills your nose, like warm cinnamon and spice.

You're getting hard.

As you stroke her legs, wondering whether or not she's going to wake up, you entertain the notion of giving her breast a squeeze through her top. Or maybe sliding your hand under her shirt. Or up her skirt. It would be so easy...

Who is this girl, and how did she end up in your bed? Sure, it's not the first time a teenage girl has appeared in your bed instead of a pony—you shudder as you remember the unholy terror a certain Sonata Dusk unleashed upon your bathroom—but by and large, hot chicks showing up in your bedroom is a depressingly uncommon phenomenon.

You're torn between waking her up to find out who she is and how she got here, doing the gentlemanly thing and leaving her alone to sleep, and giving in to your desires. Your dick is rather insistently advocating that last option, and you realize that you've already put your hand up her skirt and are rubbing her thigh. You quickly jerk your hand out and lean back, heart hammering in your chest.

You glance at her face, and she's still asleep.

God, she's beautiful...

You reach out and gently run your fingers through her hair.

"I don't know who you are," you whisper, "but you're beautiful, and you have no idea how bad I want to fuck you."

She turns slightly, drawing her knees a bit closer in. You tense up, watching and waiting.

She's still fast asleep...

You need to touch her. You can't help yourself. You decide to stick to rubbing her legs for now. Those amazingly sexy legs...

You look at her feet. They're perfect, slender, delicate, each toe exactly the right size...you can picture her wearing a pair of sexy high-heel sandals with ankle straps...

You take hold of one of her feet and rub it gently. Her feet are soft and smooth. It's so amazing...

Even rubbing her feet doesn't seem to be waking her up, so you spend several minutes enjoying the warm softness of her beautiful, sexy feet, feeling every contour of each toe. There are no blisters, calluses, or corns...just perfection.

Your dick is throbbing, demanding release.

You can't take it anymore...

You fumble with your zipper and push yourself up off the bed, wriggling out of your pants and boxers. You manage to slide them down your legs and let them fall in a heap by the bed without disturbing the sexy pair of legs in your lap. Free to stand tall and proud, your dick twitches.

You have an idea. It's a bad one. It's going to get you in real trouble.

You gently grasp the beautiful girl's feet and wrap them around your cock, firmly squeezing yourself between her soles. Using her feet, you vigorously stroke yourself off, pressing her toes around the tip of your manhood. The sensation of those cute toes kneading your sensitive tip is incredible...

Faster and more desperately, you rub yourself off with her feet, grunting with each lustful stroke. The pressure that's been building ever since you found this smoking hot girl in your bed finally explodes, spraying thick gobs and strands of your seed all over her feet, her legs, your legs, and the bed. You let go of her feet and sag back, panting.

"That's really gross, you perv."

Panic seizes your heart in an icy grasp. Slowly, you turn...

Bemused, slightly annoyed teal eyes are glaring at you above lips pressed in a thin line.

"Seriously. What made you think any of what you just did was a good idea?"

You swallow heavily. "Oh God," you whisper. "Oh God...oh shit, I'm sorry...I—"

She sits up. "You thought I wouldn't wake up," she says.

You hang your head. "I guess," you admit.

She sighs and lifts one leg, wiggling her toes. Sticky webs of cum stretch between them. "Bleah," she utters.

You start to babble. "I'm sorry! It's just, I came home, it's Monday, Mondays always suck, then there's always some crazy pony in my bed, I'm tired, I wasn't sure what I'd find in here, I came in, I saw you, you're the most amazingly beautiful, sexiest girl I've ever seen, I...I got so hard..."

She holds up a hand. "Stop. Just...stop." She sighs and looks around. "I was wondering whose room this was," she admits. "It's your place?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry for taking a nap on your bed."

"N-no, it's fine. I don't mind."

"Uh-huh." She gives you an amused look. "I see how much you don't mind me being on your bed." She wiggles her cum-covered toes again for emphasis.

You hang your head. "I don't...usually do things like that to sleeping girls. Or teenage girls in general." You shake your head and look at her. "I don't know what got into me. It's just...it's like I look at you and I can't control myself. You're just so...so amazingly hot..."

She ducks her head and blushes. "Thank you," she says. She tilts her head. "So why my feet, anyway?"

"Huh?"

"Why were you doing that to my feet? I mean, you pretty much could've done anything you wanted to me..."

You shrug. "It just...it just seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Jizzing all over my feet seemed like a good idea?" she asks, brow furrowed.

You feel your face heating up. "You have really sexy feet," you say.

She shakes her head and laughs. "You're weird." She sighs.

"Umm...so..." You introduce yourself.

"I'm Sunset Shimmer," she says.

Wow. That almost sounds like a porn star name or something. It's a sexy name for a really sexy girl. You frown as that reminds you once more of a past visitor... "You don't happen to know a Sonata Dusk, do you?"

Sunset blinks. "Yeah, I do actually, why?"

"She was here several months ago."

Sunset raises an eyebrow. "You didn't jizz all over her too, did you?"

"No," you say. "We ate tacos together."

Sunset snorts. "That figures." She sighs and leans back on her hands, shifting uncomfortably. "So, uhh..." She flaps her messy feet and frowns. "I kinda wanna wash this off, but I don't really wanna get it all over your carpet, even if it is your fault."

"How about...how about I go get a basin and some soapy water and...and wash your feet?" you suggest.

Sunset shrugs. "Sure, why not."

You round up a plastic hospital basin, fill it with warm, soapy water, and grab a towel and washcloth, then return to the bedroom. You move the desk chair over to the bed and gently, attentively wash Sunset's feet. Once you've finished drying them, she sits up and hangs her feet over the edge of the bed. "Thanks," she says. She looks at you and frowns. "So...just out of curiosity, are you ever gonna put your pants back on?"

Oh God...this whole time, you've been flapping your dick at her! The worst part is that now that she's called attention to it, you're starting to get hard again. Or maybe you were already hard while you were washing her feet...

"On second thought, nevermind," she says. A blush is creeping up her face. "It'd probably hurt too much with a boner like that, huh?"

This whole awkward situation has you feeling like a creep, a jerk, and a pervert. It'd be the best thing for all involved if you left the room, slept on the couch, and stayed out of the bedroom until whatever force brought Sunset here takes her home.

And yet, part of you doesn't want this night to end.

A hard, hot, throbbing part of you, yes, but still.

Sunset idly kicks her heels against the side of the bed. "So, uhh—"

"I want you," you blurt out.

Sunset pauses and stares at you.

Swallowing, you reach out and touch her cheek. "I've never...I've never wanted anything so much in my entire life," you say, "as I want to have sex with you right now."

She shies away from you, frowning. "Uhh, yeah," she says. "I get that. I mean, I just woke up with you jizzing all over my feet, that's...that's pretty self-explanatory."

"Yeah." You sigh. "I just...I needed to say it. I mean, I'm not expecting you to...or anything. I just...I needed to say it."

An awkward silence descends, during which your dick decides to lie down for a nap.

Sunset wrings her hands. "Can I ask you something?"

You nod. "Sure."

"If...if I hadn't woken up when I did..." Sunset seems nervous. "What...what would you have done to me?" She looks at me with those beautiful teal eyes. "Would you...would you have raped me?"

"No!" you exclaim. "I...I didn't even touch your body or try to undress you or anything! I just..." You grimace. "Well, I felt up your legs, and...on your feet, yeah, but..." You shake your head. "I wouldn't have..." You sigh. "I guess it doesn't mean much to say that after what happened."

Sunset shrugs. "You could've done a lot worse to me," she says. "So I guess...thanks for not...y'know..."

"Yeah..."

You glance at the clock. It's a little past eight. In less than four hours, Sunset Shimmer will be gone and you'll probably never see her again. You look down at your hands. "Listen...Sunset..."

"Yeah?"

You hesitate. Even asking is a bad idea, but...

You turn to look at her.

You still want her. You want her so bad...

She catches you looking her over and frowns slightly. Those gorgeous teal eyes pierce yours as she folds her arms. "What is it?" she asks.

You take a deep breath. "Is...is there...any chance whatsoever of anything happening tonight?"

Sunset raises an eyebrow. "You mean, any chance of me having sex with you?"

"Yeah."

She grimaces and looks down at her lap. "That's all I am to you," she says sourly.

"You know, you're right, and I'm sorry," you say. "The fact is, I've had a shit day, I've had a shit year, I haven't had a girlfriend in forever and my last girlfriend was the original bitch from hell, and your incredibly hot body landing in my bed is pretty much the only really good thing that's happened to me in I don't know how long. So I'm sorry if I've got a one track mind, but right now all I can think of is how a couple of hours with you might just get me through another miserable week."

She studies me silently for a minute. "And now you're trying to guilt me into having sex with you," she says.

You sigh. "Yeah. I am." You chuckle. "I'm pathetic..."

Sunset laughs ruefully. "I can relate to feeling pathetic," she says. "I've had my share of that, and it really sucks..." She runs her hands through her hair and sighs. "You know what? What the hell. As long as there's no chance of this getting back to my friends or anybody else I know, I guess...I guess I don't mind giving you a pity fuck."

You snort. "A pity fuck, huh?"

"Do you want me or not?"

You reach out and caress her cheek. She doesn't flinch away this time. "If...if I'd met you under normal circumstances," you say, "I...I'd have wanted to get to know you, spend time with you...I don't think a girl like you would give a loser like me the time of day, but..." You put your hand behind her neck and pull her close. "I'd have tried. For a girl as beautiful as you, I'd have tried." You pull her close and seize her lips with yours. She doesn't return your kiss at first, but after a while, she gives in and kisses you back, putting her hands behind your head and leaning into you.

When you break apart, she gives you a sad smile. "I'm not all that special," she says. "The truth is...I'm a mess. I've hurt so many people, I've done some really terrible things...I'm just now kinda trying to move past all that, to...to make people see I'm not that person anymore." She laughs. "Until recently, my body was the only beautiful thing about me." She sniffles and wipes her eyes.

You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. "Let's...let's make each other feel special, just for tonight." With that, you take hold of the hem of her shirt and pull it up. She raises her arms over her head, allowing you to strip her top off, then reaches behind her back and unhooks her purple bra. You toss her shirt aside, then pull her bra away from her chest and drop it off the side of the bed. You gaze upon her large, round, pert breasts. Her nipples are perky and perfect. You gently grasp her breasts and knead them, pinching and twisting her nipples with your thumbs and forefingers. She gasps and arches her neck, closing her eyes. You feel her hand on your cock, grasping and stroking you. "Oh shit..." You hiss. "Do that and I'm gonna mess up that nice skirt..."

Sunset smiles and slides off the bed, kneeling in front of you. Giving you a sultry look, she takes you into her mouth and slowly, sensually sucks your dick. Her tongue is warm and wet and feels amazing. You tangle her hair in your hands and thrust up into her mouth, throwing your head back and grunting as her lips slide up and down your shaft...

It isn't very long before you come in her mouth. She sits back, nearly choking as she flails for a tissue. Grabbing one from the box by the bed, she spits your load into it, then tosses it in the wastebasket. She coughs for a bit. "Sorry," she says. "I don't swallow."

"That's okay," You say. You seize her under the armpits and pull her to her feet, then remove her skirt, sliding it down her long, sexy legs. You kiss her just above the waistband of her panties, running your hands over the smooth skin of her bare stomach and sides, before slowly peeling off her panties. Her mound, with its sparse red and gold hair, is enticing. Her pussy lips are puffy and flushed. There's the faintest glimmer of moisture on her sex...

You kneel on the floor in front of her and start kissing her mound, her inner thighs, her labia. She moans as you rub her pussy with your thumbs, teasing her open and licking and kissing her. You spread her open and run a finger over her inner folds, then kiss her clit, gently sucking on it. She gasps sharply. Her pussy is getting wetter and wetter, slicking your chin with her juices...

You slide back onto the bed, stretching out with your back against the headboard, and take Sunset's hand, guiding her back onto the bed. She straddles you; you grab her ass and knead it, pulling her into position. Your cock is stiff again and rubbing against her mons; she shifts around and takes hold of you, guiding you into position. "Are you ready?" you ask.

She takes a deep breath and nods, putting her hands on your shoulders.

You put your hands on her hips and pull her down as you thrust up into her. She cries out as you drive your cock up into her. "Oh God," she moans. She lifts herself up, then bears down hard, pulling more of you inside.

"You're so tight," you grunt as you slowly fuck her. She grinds against you, gasping and grunting with each buck of her hips. Her breasts bounce in your face; you take hold of her left breast and stroke it while kissing and sucking her nipple. She arches her back, pressing her breasts into your face and arching her neck as she moans, whimpers, and grunts. She's so tight, and she's fucking you so hard...she's doing more of the work than you are...

Just as you're about to come, you lift her off of you, struggling to pull your dick out of her tight, hot pussy. She lets out a confused whimper. you slide out from under her and turn her over, laying her on her back. You cover her, pulling her thighs up around your hips as you penetrate her with just your tip, then, with your hands firmly on her hips, fuck her hard, fast, and deep. She cries out, ragged moans ripping out of her throat as you pound into her.

"Ahhh...! Ahh! Too hard! Oh my god...!"

"I'm...about to...come!"

"Ahh! Not inside...!"

"I can't...! Ngh! Stop!" Your dick feels like it's about to explode. "I'm coming...!"

Sunset squirms and thrashes under you, trying to push away enough to release you even as she bucks her hips sharply up to take more of you in. Her body wants your seed...

You pump once, twice, three times...a total of four times, filling her with your cum. Panting, you roll over on your side, laying beside her. Your flagging dick trails a string of cum across her thigh as more of it pools around her crotch. You slide an arm under her and pull her close, kissing her passionately and fondling her hair. She kisses you back, running her hands over your arms and chest.

"I'm sorry," you say as you break the kiss. "I couldn't stop."

She smiles. "It...it's alright," she says. "I'm a little scared, but...but it's alright." She leans into you, wrapping her arms around you. "I'm glad we did this," she says.

"I wish you could stay forever," you say.

"I wish you could come back with me," she says.

You hold each other, not saying another word. Your eyes feel heavy...

Sunlight stabs your eyes through the stark blinds on your window.

You're in bed alone, naked, and nasty. There's crusty, dried semen and vaginal fluids everywhere.

You sit up, feeling more depressed than ever. You had one perfect, wonderful night—or at least as close to it as you're likely to ever get—and now you're alone again.

You scrub your hands through your hair and sigh. You can still smell her...

As your eyes clear, you look around the room and realize that all her clothes are still here.

Well...at least you'll have something to remember her by...

You sigh and head for the bathroom. It's Tuesday, today's going to suck, and you need a hot shower.