Crackshipping and You: Sunata

by Fuzzyfurvert

Rating: teen
Tags: Comedy, Equestria Girls, Sex, Sunset Shimmer
Length: 985

Sunset Shimmer loves helping out her friends by driving them home after school, but she might love her car a little more than that...

The fourteenth installment in Fuzzy's and Misago's shared Shipping Project.

There's nothing quite like your first.

Fuzzy and Misago ship mares like FedEx! Each of these will be published separately:
Sunset Shimmer x Berry Punch
Bon Bon x Cadance
Cherry Jubilee x Cheerilee
Celestia x Amira
Rarity x Chrysalis
Rarity x Celestia
Twilight Velvet x Cookie Crumbles
Aria x Fluttershy
Rainbow Dash x Nightmare Moon
Twilight x Sonata
Chrysalis x Flurry Heart
Luna x Sweetie Belle
Sugarcoat x Fleur de Lis
Sunset x Sonata
Ember x Rarity
Fleur x Photo Finish
Nightmare Moon x Chrysalis
Applejack x Adagio
Luna x The Mane-iac (Coming Soon!)

Published 2017-01-28 04:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-28 04:30:01 UTC

Fuzzy

Sunset Shimmer bit her full lower lip, the top one curling into a hungry smile. She slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out a tiny bundle of plastic and metal, the faint weight of it tickling against her palm. She flicked the button with her thumb and was rewarded with the satisfying sound of release. Her finger ran under the edge of cool to the touch brushed aluminum, submitting it to lightest test of pressure. Sunset sighed contentedly when it moved with only faintest resistance.

She slipped inside smooth and clean, settling herself as deeply into the cradle-like softness. The weave gripped Sunset, the texture subtle through her skin tight jeans, holding her to the seat. The little sounds it made, welcoming her, were music to her ears. Each happy chirp letting her know just what her new partner needed. Quick, begging noises of need for release. Permission to let the engine roar with all the wild horses it could summon.

Sunset knew all about wild horses. She had her own to let loose, needed to feel the wind in her hair, needed to feel the pounding rhythm of speed. She reached forward, running her fingers over the pebbly ridges of the wheel, savoring the sensation for a moment. Sunset jerked hard and the plaintive chirping halting in shocked silence as her long key found its slot and slammed all the way to the hilt.

They both sat there for a second, neither moving. The anticipation of what was about to come building inside them both. Sunset held her breath, licked her lips, and did what she knew was going to turn her partner on. All it took was a tiny spark and suddenly they both felt alive, all pistons firing. The Sonata gulped in air, singing as Sunset’s fingers flew across her buttons.

The music throbbed from the Sonata into the former pony, vibrating every inch of Sunset.

Sunset groaned and grabbed the waiting shaft, palming the knobby head. She knew what to do with it. It took some practice. There had been more than a few false starts and stops in the beginning, but now she knew just how to handle it for maximum enjoyment. She worked her fingers around the widest part, the tips of her nails almost touching. One little twitch, one little move this way or the other, and she knew it would jam in hard and satisfyingly. Then they’d really be moving.

But she wasn’t ready yet. Sunset wanted to go. To get this show on the road. She was smart though. This wasn’t like it was in Equestria. In the human world, she had to be careful, had to use protection. Some people didn’t like that, they thought it changed the whole experience. Sunset knew all it took was one mistake. One oops and it could change her life forever, so she used protection. Insisted on it, in fact.

Plus, she’d always had a thing for getting strapped down.

Sunset arched her back, reaching over her shoulder with the hand that wasn’t gripping her Sonata’s fat knob. She fumbled around playfully, acting out an innocence for the situation she’d lost long ago. The act spiced things up, kept people guessing about her true level of experience. Sunset couldn’t deny that to this day, she still felt a thrilling tingle when people looked at her with that silent question in their eyes, only to have their expectations shattered when she really let loose.

Fun as it was though, she still made sure she was safe. She wrapped her fingers around the cool metallic clasp, running them over the smooth plastic and tight binding. The belt slid over her waist like a lover’s embrace, holding her down firmly without being too restrictive. Then it glided over her chest, the the edges of the strap dragging at her skin near her nape where her jacket has slipped down. She pushed the clip in until it clicked into place, the strap setting right between two sensitive spots that were sure to get jostled around when the action really got going.

All this was just the start, the foreplay before the real thing. It took time to get her Sonata and herself in the mood for a hard, fast run—but damn, it was worth it. Sunset shivered, the hum that had penetrated her to the core changing pitch slightly. She was ready. They both were.

Safety seen to, Sunset let every muscle in her body relax one by one, her Sonata’s thrum washing over her. She sank into the tight grip of the seat on her back side, one hand caressing the shaft. Now all she needed was a close female friend or six to join in with them and everything would be perfect.

Meanwhile, outside…

Applejack hefted her bag higher on her shoulder, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her friends likewise stood on either side of her, their own school bags resting on the concrete curb of the CHS senior parking lot. All except Sunset Shimmer of course. Sunset was already in her car, a brand new blue Hyundai Sonata, that they were supposed to ride home in.

“Okay...I’ll say it if’n no one else will.”

“Oh, no, Applejack...don’t.” Rarity shifted uncomfortably, her eyes bouncing back and forth between AJ and Sunset’s windshield. They could all clearly see the redhead melting into the upholstery.

“Um...do we get in...or what?”

Applejack shook her head. “I’m not sure I want a ride home now. I could always call Big Mac.”

“We can’t all fit in his pick up, Applejack.” Rainbow Dash scoffed, her blue cheeks turning a little pink.

“Not legally, at least.” Twilight mumbled quietly from behind steamed up glasses.

“What I can’t decide, is if I don’t want a ride from Sunset, or if I really want a ride from Sunset!”

“Pinkie!”