Sunset Shimmer is a Sex Doll

Chapter 2: There’s a guy that knows a guy

There was several things that Ian was. He was intelligent, on the road to being a technomage, and not a creep. Yet he couldn’t help but listen to the sounds coming from the other side of the door. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he recognized the sounds of someone getting their rocks off.

“Mmmm! Ugh! Uh huh!” the muffled voice of his visitor said from behind the closed bathroom door.

“Ian?”

He looked at Max and motioned for him to come over. His long time friend did, and he could hear the sounds of a girl getting off in Ian’s bathroom. He looked at his friend and shook his head.

“Seriously?”

Ian looked back at him, and then leaned against the door. She wasn’t moaning anymore, so he had to figure that she was finished. He got up, turned around, and began to walk away from the door when it opened. She stepped out. Sunset looked at Max who was walking back down the hall, and then she turned toward Ian. Since she came to her Earth she had learned how to read people. It wasn’t that different from reading a Pony, but there were a few things that differed between the two species.

Reading a pony who felt guilty was usually pretty easy. With a very few exceptions most weren’t sure how to hide it, but people were more difficult. Normally it meant finding a tale, realizing the small things they did when they felt guilty and ashamed. Ian might have well been a pony. There wasn’t a tale because his entire body and posture was one. She wasn’t going to fault him for what he was obviously doing. Oh, she should fault him, but to be honest she had been where he was.

It was before she decided to bolt on Celestia and attempt to rise to power herself. One of Celestia’s guards was rather handsome, and she followed him, at a safe distance, toward where he went to relieve a little tension. She heard every grunt, groan, and finally the satisfied moan that came with finally getting off. She felt ashamed afterward, but those few moments were the most exciting that she had ever experienced in her young life.

Thinking about that guard, thinking about being where Ian was, thinking about the fact that both Ian and Max smelled so male, and considering the fact that something was making her feel like she was entering her estrus. It wasn’t like it had become on her Earth. No, this felt like it did back on Equestria. She desperately needed to be bent over and rutted long and hard. She shuddered as she thought of both of them taking her. There wasn't any shame in the thought. At least not at the moment. Instead she simply considered that one would be under her, his pride pressing into her very under used pussy.

When she crossed the mirror portal she was focused on trying to gain power, and when she was trying to redeem herself that was exactly what she was trying to do. The simple truth was that she found one excuse or another to keep from getting intimate with anyone in that world. Celestia knows that she had chances. Flash was too nice of a guy, but there were other guys who would have stepped up and gave her a night to remember if she really wanted one.

But here, she was dripping wet, envisioning Ian entering her pussy, Max pussing into her ass, her leaning forward, letting them wreck her, use her, treat her like a toy, an object. She pulled her thoughts back. So far they were nice, but she needed to find a way home. She wanted to get back to her small place, she wanted to hang out with her friends again, and as she looked at Ian she wanted his cock inside of her.

.She forced those thoughts back down. There was magic here, and if there was magic, then it stood to reason that it would be possible to use it to temper the effects. She almost cast a spell to help her deal with what felt like her estrus, but she found herself not going through with it. The main reason was because she understood that while there was magic here it didn’t mean that it would react to her magic exceptionally well. Her experiment had proven that. So, that meant dealing with it by burying herself in work.

“Ian, do you happen to know a guy that knows a guy?”

He turned toward her, “Huh?”

She grinned, “You know, someone that’s a little shady and maybe makes fake IDs, can produce a fake birth certificate, maybe even a social security card?”

He nodded, although he still looked guilty and ashamed, “Yeah, Killjoy15. That’s not his real name, but it’s his handle. I know that he’s the connection on campus for anything like that.”

He looked at her, and then he nodded.

“Got it. We need to get you some identification.”

She nodded, “And most likely I’ll need to enroll as well.”

A smile crossed his face, “That’s not a bad idea,” his smile widened, “I think that you might enjoy some of the classes.”

One of the first things that Sunset did was find some other clothes to wear. Her choices were limited to what Ian and Max had, but at least they were clean. The moment she was out of the suit of clothes she awoke in she felt a bit better. The need, the desire, to mate was still pounding inside of her, but she knew that it was a matter of willpower. She could work through it. She could deal with it until she found a way back. She looked a mirror she uncovered in Ian’s room, and she looked at herself. The shirt was some kind of gaming tee. Something called Space Invaders, and the jeans were just that. They were an old pair of jeans. She had chosen a clean pair of boxers, ignoring the fact that they obviously had been worn before, and she had tried on one of the bras that Ian and Max had wore on their heads.

The bra was a little snug, but until she could get something else it would have to do. She opened the door, and looked to see both Max and Ian on the computer. She neared the two of them and she heard Max cursing under his breath.

“Ian, are you sure about this? I mean with what he’s asking we could do most of it ourselves.”

Ian looked at Max and shook his head, “Sure, we could fake the student ID, and I’m sure we could fake the state one, but I’m not a skilled hacker. There’s no way that I can give those IDs any real weight behind them. They’d be cosmetic, and eventually someone would ask some questions. Killjoy15 has done this several times already.”

Max nodded, “Okay, I just hope that you realize that it means you’re basically condemning us to Ramen and Taco Bell sauce.”

She neared them, “If it’s going to be too much trouble…”

Ian shook his head, “It’s not, and Max knows it. In fact by the time we get over to where he is Killjoy15 should have everything done.”

She looked at him and nodded, “Okay, but I want to help pay you back for this.”

Walking out of the dorm Ian began to notice the things that had happened when they cast the spell that brought Sunset over. Several of the trees had become crystalized, it was currently a blizzard over the cafeteria, several cars had been transformed into stagecoaches with their horses standing around in front of them. Of course as they walked the weirdness only grew. There was an entire section of the North Dorms that had been turned to glass, two of the gargoyles on the bell tower of the main hall had come to life and where circling above the building itself. It wasn’t until they reached Raven Hall that everything looked somewhat normal, but then again the building, the gate outside of it, and practically every door into the building had runes burned into it.

The answer is that some of the enchanters that lived in the door had been practicing their wards, and apparently those very practice wards had managed to keep the weirdness from the botched spell from seeping into the dorm itself. Ian led the way to the dorm, knocked, and waited as the door opened. Once it did they walked inside to see the hallway lit by gas lanterns. As they followed Ian they moved toward the stairwell, up to the second floor, and then they stopped in front of dorm B-15. Ian knocked again and a moment later the door opened. What greeted them almost looked undead. The pale skin and stringy hair looked like it belonged on a horror movie monster, but the voice sounded human enough.

“Get in, shut up, and I’ll get to work.”

They walked inside and watched as their dark haired host walked toward a computer set up that looked like it was composed of at least three tuitions worth of components. Their host looked at them, sighed, and moved her hair out of her eyes to reveal a pair of nearly black eyes looking back at them.

“Don’t say it. I get it all of the time. Wow, you look like a ghost or something… Yeah, like I’ve never heard that said before.”

Ian watched her, “Half and half huh?”

She nodded, “Yeah, which is why I do most of this stuff over the web,” she pointed to Sunset, “get in front of the camera, smile, and hold it.”

There was a click, a flash, and a moment later there was a furious amount of clicking from the computer. After about six minutes she walked over with two IDs, some paperwork, and what looked like a small folder filled with all kinds of stuff. The girl sniffed as she handed the items to Ian.

“Her name is the same, Sunset, although I changed her last name. Sorry, but Shimmer sounded a little too cartoonish, so I went with Huges. She was born in Mustang Oklahoma, she attended Mustang High School, got a scholarship for academics and gymnastics, had a three point nine grade average, and she’s just a late starter. Since she’s in the system, get her to an adviser and they’ll get her classes arranged. Now, finish submitting my payment to my Paypal and we’ll be done.”

Ian nodded, grabbed his phone, and quickly punched in a few things until there was faint beep from her computer. She looked at him, and then at the rest of them, “Good, now get out. I’ve got more work to do.”

Leaving the three of them heard someone walking down the hall. They turned to see a another girl, this one rolled her eyes as she walked by.

“Wow, I’m surprised that Erma had a few visitors. Guess that the freak is a little more popular than I had originally thought.”

Sunset watched her, and then she turned around and walked back to the dorm room they just came out of. She knocked on it again, waiting for a few moments, and then continued knocking until the door opened. Erma stood there. Her stringy black hair covering her face, her head slumped forward, it was a sign of defeat, of complete and total acceptance to how bad things were, and it was something she had seen at Canterlot High. It was something she had seen when she trying to take over.

“Want to hang out with us?”

Erma’s head raised slightly, “Why?”

Sunset smiled, “I thought that maybe you might want to make some friends. I wouldn’t mind to be your friend, if you want.”

The girl stood there, uncertain for a moment, and then she turned around. Sunset watched as she walked, although it almost looked like she was floating, toward her closet, got out a pair a jeans, a tee shirt, and she somehow closed the door from where she was. A moment later the door opened and Erma walked out. She still looked nervous, but she was dressed in what looked like an old horror movie tee shirt, a pair of semi tight fitting jeans, and a pair of black sneakers.

“Where do you guys want to go?”

Ian and Max looked at each other, “Usually we go play some Dungeons and Dragons at the Library. Not sure if that’d be something you would want to do…”

Erma looked up, her glossy black eye looked straight into Max’s own eyes, “Sure, Do you mind if I play with a character I’ve already made?”

He grinned, “Sure, that’s fine.”

As they walked Sunset felt the stirrings of her estrus lessen. It was almost as if making a friend, going out of her way to help someone had counteracted it. She remembered something Princess Twilight had said about how Friendship had a magic of its own, and maybe that magic was actually a constant in this world as well. If it was then she had hope that she could find her way home. As she followed her new found friends her eyes drifted to Erma. She was thin, not really athletic, but she looked pretty enough. She quickly stopped that line of thought. She was just starting to get her estrust to be tolerable, and the last thing she wanted was to get it going again as she thought about what Erma would be like as she screamed out all of their names.

Author's Note

(AN: Well, it's been a while, but I finally updated! Plan to do so a little more often.)