Sunset Shimmer is a Sex Doll

Chapter 3: The Water Temple

The only light visible is the flickering flame of a single torch. It’s light is barely able to give six feet worth of view around, but that’s enough to see the rough cut stone work of goblins. The closest wall is thick with moss, the thick oder chokes those unfortunate enough to be close to it. In the distance darkness the sound of tapping and scraping can be heard. Moving forward Nightingale, a member of the local thieves’ guild feels a stone slightly taller than the others. Rough cut or not Goblins often keep their floors similar level in order to make moving through their tunnels easier.

She felt that what she found was a trap, most likely a crude one, giving the age of the tunnel, but a trap nonetheless.

Sunset looked up at Max who was grinning like Pinkie Pie after finding out that she was going to get to give a massive party. She shook her head, right now she was playing a game, with friends, and she was going to figure out a way home while she attended this school That said, from what she understood, this game wasn’t that different from Ogres and Oubliettes. Which made playing it a little easier. Still, her character Nightingale had to be reworked a little to make her fit into this game. She looked toward Ian and Erma who was watching what she was going to do.

“Nightingale attempts to disarm the trap,” Sunset said as she looked at Max.

Max smiled, “The trap is old, just like this dungeon, and because of that you need an extra soft touch while disarming. You need to roll a twelve or higher.”

Sunset picked up the twenty sided die and used the die roller Ian had on him. She watched as it rolled down the miniature steps in the false castle tower and then it rolled out onto the table. Once it came to a stop she looked at the eight that faced up toward her.

“Oh, bad luck. As Nightingale goes to disarm the trap it accidently springs, causing the sounds of an echoing click sounds through the hall. You can hear scraping sounds from the ceiling, and you begin to feel something falling on your head.”

Ian shook his head, “We search for exits.”

“Searching nearby you find that two old rusted iron gates have came down from the ceiling. Those gates, while old, seem fairly solid. The sound of scraping increases, and now you see can see something glinting from above.”

Erma looked at both Ian and Sunset. She then smiled and looked at Max, “I choose to use my freezing spell on ceiling that’s trying to come down and crush us.”

Max smiled, “Okay, if you roll an eight or higher the ceiling will freeze in place.”

Erma looked at the die, lifted it up to the same die roller, and she watched as it tumbled down the steps. Once it landed she smiled at Max.

“You rolled a twelve, excellent the ice spell is more than enough to stop the trap from coming any further. However, you are still trapped by the gates.”

Sunset thought for a moment, “I want to check to see if there is a locking mechanism that I can pick to release the gates.”

Max nodded, “Okay, the gates are ancient, like the trap itself, but you do find a smaller door and lock on the gate going further into the tunnel. The design of this lock is simple, by your standards, and you should be able to pick it easily… if you roll a four or higher.”

She looked at the die, lifted it, and let it roll again until it hit the able. Once it stopped she looked at the six facing up. A sigh of relief washed over her.

Nightingale moves out of the would be death trap with her fellow adventurers. The light of the torch seems to be getting dimmer as they walk, and finally it is barely lighting two foot in front of them. However, Cerie - the Equitra Mage, spotted something glinting on the floor. As they neared the spot the sight of a skeleton greets them. It’s chest had been crushed by a large bolder that had fell from some great height, but beside it was a functioning lantern. Lifting it up Cerie used the torch to light it, and its warm glow restored the ability to see back to six feet in every direction that wasn’t cut off from its view. The group moved until they came toward the main chamber of this old Goblin Lair.

The information they had gotten from the old man that had hired them indicated that there was some monster living in here that was stealing cattle, children, and had began to break into houses near the old lair. As they looked around a raspy laughter began to fill the room. The sound was coming from above them, but at the same time it seemed to be coming from both in front and behind them. The three of them turned their backs to one another, stood together, and watched. For a moment there was nothing, and then a moment later a single tap could be heard. Soon it was joined by several more, and finally the tapping ended. There before them was an odd creature.

Her lower half was a spider, her upper half human. She neared the trio, never once seeming afraid, and she stood just inside of the light of the lantern. She held what looked like white threads in her hands, weaving them into a tight pattern that almost resembled a fishing net, and she giggled as she did so.

“Me oh my, what have I here? It would appear that some little flies have dared to enter my web.”

Murdoc, the Ranger that traveled with Cerie and Nightingale, notched an arrow. The arrow glistened in the dim light. Those that came from the eastern forest knew of the hanging trees. Those trees held a powerful necromagic of their own. Being surrounded by so much death, being the very instrument of that same death, had caused the trees to absorb the death into themselves. Any arrow made from those trees would never miss its mark. It would always go to the one place where death was assured, but the arrow was still bound by the laws that governed all arrows.

As Murdoc began to release the arrow the white material the Drider had been working with was suddenly flung toward him. It latched to his hands, bow, and arrow stopping the would be weapon from being fired. Around the mostly empty main chamber various torches began to ignite. After a few moments the light from those torches showed a room covered in webs. The bones of cattle, humans, and goblins lined the webs.

Sunset looked at Erma and Ian. Nightingale was practically useless with the exception of possibly using a distraction to steal from the Drider, and she knew that Cerie had little to no real chance of hitting it with any spell that would do enough damage to kill it. Their one chance had been Murdoc’s arrow, and since he had been taken out of play it was up to them.

“Nightingale looks for any unsprung traps in the area.”

Max’s eyes widened, “She finds one. It’s almost cleverly hidden under the skeleton of a goblin. From the position of the goblin it’s apparent the goblin was attempting to throw the trap as well. Since Chica, the Drider, is watching both of you carefully you’ll have to roll a seventeen or higher to be able to access the trap.”

She rolled the die, only to watch it land on a sixteen. From there Nightingale went from competent thief to a barely dressed prisoner of the Drider. Max looked at Sunset, smiled, and then shook his head.

“As both of your companions lay motionless it becomes apparent that Rachenna has become smitten with you. She offers you a choice, to stay as her betrothed, or to stay as her prisoner and toy.”

Sunset shook her head, a small laugh escaped her, and before long the others joined in laughing. The four of them gathered up the maps, pieces, and dice together. As they began to head out the all too familiar feeling of desire began to make itself known to Sunset again. She had felt the tingling beginning with the mention of becoming the Drider’s toy or Betrothed. Now as she walked alongside of both Ian and Max it felt like a miniature furnace was erupting inside of her, and she felt that before long she was going to start to be almost desperate for a good rutting.

Need was clouding her mind, want and desire was pushing their way into her focus, and it was almost everything she could do to keep from tearing off her clothes, ripping off Ian’s and simply taking him right where he stood. It this had been Equestria, and it was during the mass estrus that happened on Hearts and Hooves day then that could very well have been what would happen. But it wasn’t, and she knew that she needed to control herself. She felt cool hand, almost cold, touching her. She turned to see Erma looking into her eyes, and she could almost feel her looking past her eyes right into her very soul.

Erma nodded, a sort of soft understanding, and she moved closer to Max and Ian. She reached out, gently touching Max, which caused him to shiver slight, and he turned to look at her.

“Everything okay?”

She smiled, “I’m fine, but Sunset has something bothering her. It might be an idea to let her and Ian be alone for a while.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

She sighed and closed her eyes. Ian and Max both were talented academics, Ian himself was well on the way to becoming a technomage, and Max had talent, although it seemed that his talent was more along the lines of being able to pick up every discipline but not really specialize in it. She knew all of this because of what she was. Her mother’s side allowed her the ability to see into the soul of another. She was able to tell nearly everything about a person by looking into their eyes.

The problem was that neither Ian or Max had this ability. They couldn’t see that Sunset had a geas bound to her. It seemed to be a mixture of three different types of magic, and at the moment she was fighting with pure will power. Erma applauded her resolve. She could see her will when she looked into her eyes. It was almost like seeing a powerful wall standing against a horde, but eventually even the most powerful wall could, and would, crumble. It was already starting inside of Sunset, and she noticed that it almost seemed like something had put a temporary fix in place. Almost as if one of the magics that made up the geas had grown stronger than the other magics for a short time.

While normally Erma would want to find a way of removing the geas her soul gazing had allowed her to see what Ian had done. The geas was tying Sunset to this world, to her body, and right now it was the only thing that was potentially keeping her alive. Destroying it would mean destroying Sunset, and Erma found herself not even wanting to consider that. She had friends growing up, but most of the time it was a struggle to really make friends. Sunset had offered her friendship freely.

She had brought Max and Ian into that friendship as well, and now Erma didn’t feel so lonely anymore. So, she wanted Sunset to be safe, and besides if she was reading the geas correctly it would only compel her to uncontrollable levels if she acted on them with someone who didn’t care for her, or if her will failed all together. With that thought she opened her eyes and looked back into Max’s eyes.

“Trust me, they need a little time alone. It’s the best for the both of them,” she smiled, “Besides, I’d like a hot chocolate, how about you?”

Max smiled, “Ummm, sure?” he looked at Ian, “You okay?”

Ian nodded, “Sure, go ahead. See you back at the house in a while.”

Ian looked at Sunset and he could see that something was distracting her. Whatever it was he knew that Erma had enough of an idea to want to give them a chance to be alone. He had to figure that meant that she believed that he could help Sunset with whatever it was that was bothering her. He watched as Sunset looked out in the distance. It was something he did as well when he was trying to focus on something. As he watched her he began to understand a little more of what he was seeing. She was dealing with something that was indeed keeping her preoccupied. Her mind was so focused on it that it was almost like she wasn’t here.

“Sunset, everything okay?”

She looked at him, and he saw the same practiced smile he tried to pass off as genuine. That was enough to convince him that something was bothering her, and he couldn’t just leave it at that. So instead he walked with her toward the very place she had woken up at. The moment they walked into his house he felt a weight simply lift off of his back. It was something his mother had enchanted on their home. The enchantment actually took the weight of the problems from outside and left that weight out in the world to sort itself out. Although he could see Sunset still dealing with whatever it was that had been bothering her. He touched her hand.

“Hey, if something’s bothering you it might be better to get it out in the open instead of leaving it all inside.”

She looked at him, and finally she couldn’t stand it. She leaned toward him, taking in his scent, but to her surprise it wasn’t her that kissed first. He did. He kissed her, and as clumsy as it was it felt right. He took his glasses off, out them on a small table, and then he pulled her into a hug. She felt his lips on her neck, the need was there, but it felt different. It didn’t feel so demanding, instead it felt right, it felt like this was supposed to happen. She stepped back, grabbed the shirt she had borrowed from him, pulled it up, and then she unhooked the bra from their ceremony. It fell to reveal two perfect orbs. Before long she was completely nude, and she moved toward him with a seductive walk she didn’t know she had.

She watched as he disrobed, but her hand stopped him. She wanted to do this. She needed to do this. She unbuttoned his jeans, lowering them down to his shoes, his boxers followed, and there was the prize she was after. Her lips touched the tip, taking in the taste, and she found that she liked it. She flicked her tongue across tip of his shaft, and then she found herself taking him into her wanting mouth.

Ian almost felt as if he was going pass out the moment she began to swallow his cock. He felt his hands moving to the back of her head, uncertain of why but not caring about it, and before long he felt her take him fully into her mouth. His knees felt weak, and soon he was on the steps, watching her head bob up and down, taking him completely in each movement. She wasn’t just sucking his cock. No, she was practically fucking him with her mouth.

“Oh damn… Oh shit… Don’t stop, please don’t stop..” he found the words leaving his mouth, and before long he felt himself tensing, “Sunset.. I… I’m going to…”

She didn’t stop, but instead she attacked his cock even harder. With that fantastic feeling himself release inside of mouth. She pulled back, a little of his essence had dribbled down on her chin, but instead of spitting it out she swallowed. He looked at her, seeing how relaxed she looked, or at least she seemed more relaxed. She leaned back, her legs spreading open as she did, and he took the hint.

Sunset moaned as she felt him enter her with his fingers and his tongue flicked against her clit. The feeling was almost like an electric jolt, and she couldn’t help as her hands found his head and pulled him closer. What he lacked in skill he more than made up with in ethusium, and she couldn’t fault him in the slightest. Her moans echoed through the house as she felt her orgasm hit.

Unknown to the both of them an older four wheel drive truck was pulling up to the garage. It pulled inside, and from the inside of it an older man stepped out. He held what looked like a rope with three ducks tied to it. His orange hunting jacket was stained with beer, his jeans had patches of grass and dirt stains, and his plaid shirt looked as if it had been worn a day too long. He ran his hand through his cropped black hair, and his blue eyes focused on the door connecting to the house.

He heard a girl moaning, and that couldn’t be right. After all his younger brother, or shitbrick as he called him, couldn’t get laid with a thousand dollars in a whore convention. He walked toward the door determined to catch his younger brother spanking it to porn, and of course have some choice blackmailing material for later on.

Author's Note

(AN: What's this? Another update?! Yeah, I felt that I should go ahead and get this out there. Hope all of you enjoy.)