Sunset Shimmer is a Sex Doll

Chapter 6 ‘Ballroom Notoriety’

The first week of classes was enough for Sunset to realize how long it had truly been since she had studied magic with knowledgeable professors. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her friends, or that she didn’t want to go back, but this was almost like being back at Princess Celestia’s school. The biggest difference was that these professors didn’t attempt to curb their student’s natures, instead they seemed to encourage their students to attach to the magic that felt right. There were other studies as well. Her history class had two sections. The first was the history of the country itself, and the second seemed to focus on the history of magic.

Her creative writing class wasn’t that different from what was offered at Canterlot high, although the professor explained that at the end of the semester they would be expected to craft an illusion that would bring their stories to life. So the more detailed the story the easier it would be to give it life. She was so caught up with going to class that she wasn’t noticing a few smaller things, one of which ended up hitting her right in the face. The slip of paper was something that was being chased by a girl that looked to be stressing.

She breathed out, sheepishly smiled, and took the paper from Sunset.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.

Sunset gave her a small smile, “It’s fine,” she said, “So, late project?”

The girl nodded, “Yeah, well no, maybe?”

Sunset couldn’t help but laugh, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be nosy, but from the way you looked I figured that you were stressing over something that needed to be turned in.”

The girl bit her lip, looked at Sunset, and then looked at the paper. There was evidence of worry on her face, and Sunset began to feel more concerned for the girl. Finally the girl breathed out, and looked at the ground.

“I’m an illusion and bewitching major,” she said, “I have a natural talent for illusions. The bigger the better, but you’re right about my stressing on an assignment, or rather my lack of one.”

Sunset studied her for a moment, “Okay, I know that it’s not finals, and it’s certainly not midterms, so is it a major assignment?”

The girl nodded, “Ummm, Kinda,” she said, “Actually, yeah, this is as big as they come.”

She turned the paper over and Sunset saw a picture of herself riding Ian. The picture was perfect, every detail, every line, and the expression was perfect. She was mid bliss, lost to the euphoric tidal wave, of bliss that had covered her. After a moment she shook her head and looked at the girl who was biting her lip again.

“So, did you see your heart’s desire?”

She grinned, “Kinda,” Sunset said, “Well, actually I saw my heart and loin’s desire if I’m going to be honest.”

The girl groaned, “Ugh, this shouldn’t be so hard!” she exclaimed, “I’m trying to create a piece of paper that shows the viewer their hearts desire. I’ve gotten what they want for lunch, their favorite car, the girl or guy they want to date, but I haven’t hit a heart’s desire yet.”

Sunset looked at her, “Well, it showed my boyfriend, and honestly he tends to be my heart’s desire.”

She looked at her, “Great, except that you also said that it showed your loin’s desire as well. That means that likely you were screwing him. It’s the right direction, same ballpark, but it’s not close enough to get a solid A on it.”

Sunset gave her a smile, “Well, if it’s the right direction, then what’s causing it to not connect all of the way?”

The girl thought for a moment and then looked at the paper, “I’m not sure,” she said, “But I’m seeing something that I wouldn’t do, but I have certainly fantasized about.”

Sunset nodded, “So right now it’s likely showing fantasy, I’m guessing erotic, but fantasy none the less,” she said, “If what Dr. Bell talked about in human sexuality today is correct then you’re exceptionally close because our fantasies are often connected to our subconscious, and we tend to be far more honest with ourselves there.”

The girl thought about it, “Oh My God that’s it!” she exclaimed before she hugged Sunset, “That’s it! I can’t believe that I didn’t see it! The paper is working, but I’ve got to fine tune it! Oh, that makes perfect sense! So, it’s showing a fantasy, an erotic one, because it’s connecting to the ID! I’ve got to alter it a little, but when I do it should show the actual hearts desire, and not the ID’s desire to reproduce!”

Sunset watched her, the girl was so much like a combination between Twilight and Pinkie Pie. She was getting excited almost in the exact same way that Twilight did over the school work, but she was bouncing in place like Pinkie did all too often. Also hearing that it was her ID that did the talking made her feel better. She still wanted to go home, and be with her friends. But then she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that she wanted to be with Ian as well. She wanted to know if there was a way to connect these two worlds. Maybe creating a mirror portal like the one to Equestria. The magic here was certainly stable enough. Oh, if they could do that then she would be able to be with her friends and with Ian.

Of course she would also get to hang out with Erma and Max as well. They were becoming close friends to her too. She wanted to be able to go home. She wanted to be able to visit with her friends, talk to Princess Twilight, but at the same time she didn’t want to give up what she’d found here. She found a school that taught magic, and she was discovering that besides her ability to read minds she was able to use other magic.

Apparently she was very attuned with alchemy, and that was what her advisor helped her structure her classes around. It reminded her of potions class, back at Celestia’s school for gifted unicorns. She looked at the girl who was still beaming, but looking uncertain.

“Oh, if I’ve got to do this then that means that I won’t be able to go to the ball.”

Sunset looked at her, “Ball?”

The girl nodded, “Yeah, the Sweethearts Ball,” she said, “It’s held every year, and despite the name it’s usually pretty fun. Sure, there’s some dancing and everything, but they usually have some really good live entertainment, and some of the more advanced classes show off their abilities. Last year the Advanced Alchemy class transformed three pounds of detergent into a fireworks display. It was amazing.”

She nodded, “Ah, I see, and you won’t be able to go if you’re doing this?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I won’t be able to go if I’m doing this. I mean I want to do this, but that is always such a blast. Oh well,” she said, “It could be worse, and I’ll have an actual chance to get this right.”

“Do you have a time restraint on the project?” Sunset asked, “If you do then I understand, but if not, then why not take a break and go. It obviously means a lot to you, and sometimes having a break helps clear your head.”

The girl stood there and rubbed her chin, “You’ve got a point, and I really want to go. I mean this is due next week, but the ball only comes once a year. Yeah, I think that I’ll go. Oh, you should get your boyfriend to take you!”

She was grinning like a mad woman, “Seriously, you’d both have fun, and I bet that you would enjoy it!”

Sunset smiled, “Sounds like a plan, maybe we’ll see each other there.”

The girl smiled, “Oh, I am such a scatterbrain sometimes!” she exclaimed, “I’m Leeann LeStrange, of the LeStrange family.”

Sunset smiled, “I’m Sunset Huges,” she said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Leeann.”

Leeann smiled, and Sunset really took a look at her. She was a little on the shorter side, Maybe just a hair over five foot. Her hair was sort of a raven’s black, her eyes were this crisp green that reminded her of Hearth’s Warming of all things, and her caramel colored skin was flawless in every regard. She was, in all respects, beautiful. But there was no fantasy building about doing anything with her. It wasn’t like when she was around Ian, or when she had really looked at Erma. She wasn’t feeling this intense estrus like need to be bred like a wanton filly that just started her heat.

Instead it was just a pleasant conversation. The girl smiled at her brightly, “Say, ummm, would you like to be friends?” she asked, “I mean I know we don’t know each other, but I like you.”

Sunset nodded, “Yeah, I’d like to be friends,” she said, “So, when does this ball happen?”

Leeann looked at the sky for a moment, “Oh, I think it happens tomorrow night, and it lasts until the following morning, so it’s a big thing.”

Sunset felt a little surprised. She knew that there were two days scheduled off, but she had assumed those were study days. Instead they seemed to be scheduled off so that students could go to this ball, and then have time to recover. It was surprisingly insightful of the school to do that. She knew that Princess Celestia tended to hold the Grand Galloping Gala after Finals, although it was rare for a student to be invited to it.

Principal Celestia, which she wasn’t at Canterlot High anymore. Officially she, and all of her friends, had graduated. They still got together, and they saw each other. She knew that Twilight was applying to get into the local college, just like the rest of her friends. A small part of her wished that they could come here. Twilight would be in heaven in a place that taught technology and magic. The sports they offered here would be something that Rainbow Dash would be into, and a major party that lasted all night long would really fall into Pinkie’s idea of heaven.

She’d seen a study of mythical creatures, so Fluttershy would be covered, and she knew that Rarity would be head over heels about the fashion here. Maybe if she could open a gateway there would be a way for them to come and be part of it. She certainly didn’t want Ian to attempt the same summoning spell that connected to her experiment. Without the experiment running back home she was sure that the spell would end up killing someone. She looked at Leeann and grinned.

“I think that we’ll be there,” she said, “Hope that you make it too.”

Leeann nodded, and Sunset watched as she walked past her. She looked where she had been heading, and walked toward the cafeteria and found the table that Max, Ian, and Erma were sitting at. She noticed that Erma was leaning her head against Max’s shoulder. The two of them had become closer, and it did her heart good to see it. She took a seat near Ian who was currently working on some small electronic toy. It looked like it was shaped like a man, but the internal components looked like something she’d seen at a toy store.

“So, did you guys know about the ball tonight?”

Ian stopped, “You mean the Sweethearts Ball?” he asked, “Yeah, Max and I haven’t been before.”

She looked at him, “Why?”

He sighed, “Sunset, you know that we’re not popular, at all,” he said, “In fact, being around us you’ve isolated yourself from a lot of folks.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, people that I wouldn’t want to associate with anyway,” she said, “I like my friends to be people I like, not people that are being friends because it will do something for them.”

Erma smiled, “And that’s why I’m friends with you,” she said, “You have absolutely no motive other than just being friends, and that’s awesome.”

She grinned, “So why don’t we go, together?”

Ian looked at her, “Okay, not that I’m against it, but why do you want to go?”

She smiled, “A girl told me about it. She explained that it’s an all night party, with live entertainment, and it would be nice to go to it with you, all of you.”

Erma looked at her, “Okay, I’ll go,” she said, “But the first Justin Bieber song, and I will personally blame you.”

Sunset looked at Ian who looked uncomfortable, “Ummm, okay, but I didn’t even go to prom,” he said, “I really have no idea what to do. Not to mention I don’t know how to dance.”

She hugged him, “I’ll lead, you follow, and we can always check out the live entertainment.”

Max looked at Erma, “So, I’m going, right?”

She looked at him, “You like what happened last night, right?” she asked, “Because if the answer is yes, then yes, you’re coming. If not then you’re still coming.”

That left them getting clothes for the ball, but Erma had an idea for that. One of the Alchemy students was transmorphing normal clothes into formal wear, and specifically into name brand formal wear.

“So, I know that this girl is doing it on the side, and she’s charging twenty dollars for a full suit of clothes,” Erma said, “That means for eighty dollars all four of us would have something for this ball, and it should look decent.”

Sunset nodded, “I can chip in some,” she said, “I just got my first paycheck from the library.”

Ian smiled, “What do you think Max?”

Max nodded, “yeah, actually, Erma, do you mind if I get yours?”

She grinned, “Sure, I don’t mind,” she said, “But I’m not letting her transmorph whatever I wear into some skimpy thing. I just don’t really feel comfortable in those kinds of clothes.”

Half an hour later they arrived in the laundry room of Raven Hall. Off in the corner was a red headed girl looking at a magazine. She was flipping through it occasionally, and the group of them walked toward her.

“Are you Cadance?” Erma asked, “because we wanted to talk about getting some formal wear.”

The read head looked up, “Yeah, I’m Cadance, and it’s twenty bucks. I can transform any piece of clothing into something more formal. The more clothes you’ve got on, the more I have to work with.”

Max held up forty dollars, “We’d like something suitable for the Sweethearts ball, you know tasteful,” he said, “But not trashy.”

She looked at him and Erma. “okay, grab a towel, strip off over there, bring your clothes over here, put them into the dryer.”

They looked confused, but did what she asked. Sunset noticed that Erma looked nervous standing in a towel and she assumed her underwear.

“Do you want designer underwear, or are you good with just the clothes?”

Max shrugged, “I’m good with just the clothes.”

Erma nodded, “I’m not getting completely nude,” she said, “Not in here, not in front of everyone.”

Cadence shrugged, pressed her palm to the dryer, and a bright light shinned for a moment, and then she opened the dryer and pulled out what looked like a robin’s egg shell blue dress shirt, a nice set of slacks, and a darker blue bow tie. She handed that to Max, and then she reached back in and pulled out what looked like a gorgeous soft gray dress. It was open mid back, the neckline gave a modest look at the cleavage that Erma had, but it wasn’t overly revealing. There was a small set of what looked like seven bubbles together over where her right hip would be. The bubbles didn’t seem odd, or out of place, but rather they almost seemed to flow off of one another forming a small chain. The final bubble being the largest of them, and it was barely the size of a quarter.

Erma looked at it, and hugged it close to her. Sunset watched how touched she seemed, and she didn’t notice that Ian had done the same as Max. She had planned on paying for hers, but instead she smiled at him. Like both Max and Erma they stipped down, although she went ahead and threw in her bra and panties. She didn’t need designer underwear, but something cute and lacy would be nice. Like before the girl pressed her palm to the dryer, and like before there was a bright light. When it ended she opened it and she saw that Ian had a blood red shirt, black tie, dark gray vest, and similar slacks.

What Sunset saw for her made her eyes widen. The dress looked like it was made from silk. It was a mixture of red and gold, the accents sitting perfectly on every line. She lifted and looked at it. The side was slit up to mid thigh, and right there was a golden bow that tied the rest of the slit together giving it an asian look. Cadence then handed her her transmogrified panties and bra. She was expecting something lacy, sort of fancy, certainly something that she’d seen once over at Rarity’s home. But what she was handed blew her expectations out of the water. They were designed like hipsters, the panties were made of silk, soft to the touch, and the lace that ran around them was done in symbols that matched what her cutie mark had been. She saw her cutiemark printed in the front, and back, of the panties, and then her bra was more of the same.

It was soft to the touch, but she could feel where it was designed to hug and support. It was the same color as her dress and panties, red and gold, and she saw her cutie mark sewn into the sides of the cups. She hugged it, loving that it matched her, that it wasn’t just a simple dress.

“Huh,” Cadence said, “Never seen one that came out like that. Must have reacted with your magic. Alright, shops closed, and you’ve got about an hour before your ball starts, if you want some normal clothes to wear out, hand me the towels, and I’ll make some simple shirts and shorts, if not, get dressed and bugger off.”

They walked over, getting their formal wear on, and Sunset could feel Ian’s eyes on her as she pulled on her new panties and bra, followed by her new dress. She moaned softly as the silk touched her bare skin. It felt so amazing, so soft, and each piece felt as if it fit like a glove. She looked to see Ian, his clothes fitting him incredibly well, and she began to imagine what it was going to be like when they left the ball, went back to his place, to his bed, and they undressed each other.

He’d gotten better, more sure of himself, and he wasn’t as awkward about helping her get out of her clothes when they were alone together. And like this, dressed in those clothes, in complete and honest truth he looked amazing. He cleaned up exceptionally well, and she couldn’t understand why someone hadn’t tried to claim him yet. He wasn’t ugly, far from it, he was handsome, but in an approachable, and perhaps adorkable, way.

She was actually fairly certain that both Twilights would get along with Ian like a house on fire. The idea sparked that Princess Twilight might consider the idea of herding, but she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to do that. Maybe it had been that she was in the human world for so long, or maybe it was that she was a little too much of a romantic, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to share Ian. It would be something that she would have to cross when she got there, but for not she was going to walk with her boyfriend, go upstairs, to the ball, and have some fun.

They left Raven Hall, walked across the campus, and saw the lights shining in the school’s new Expo Center. They walked inside and music seemed to just float around them. It wasn’t being pumped in by any PA system, but instead it was just there almost as if it was the air itself. She grabbed Ian’s hand as they moved toward the dance floor, and she took his right hand, holding it in her own, and then moved his left down to the small of her back. She smiled as she felt him holding her close, and she began to step.

He moved with her, awkwardly at first, but like in all things with a little practice he was moving in rhythm with her. It wasn’t perfect, they wouldn’t win an award, but she wasn’t attempting to win any. She just wanted to dance with Ian. She wanted to spend this evening, night, and well into the morning with him. Each step, regardless how it may have looked to anyone else, was perfect to her. Their dancing lasted through two songs, and into a third, before the music changed, and she pulled him from the dance floor. They heard the sound of laughter, and they walked with Erma and Max, who had also danced, into a room where a man was standing on the stage.

“Everyday I’m hustlin,” was being plaid behind him.

“Mr. DJ, cut the son, please cut the song,” the man said, “I gotta say though I love your choice of music, I do, that song makes me feel strong. Shit, a man gets up in the morning with that song playing he knows the world is his.”

The song began to play again and the comedian acted out waking up and showering to the rhythm.

“Mr. DJ don’t play it no more, I’m just saying that song is the shit. Hell, fella’s you find that things are gettin’ stale in bed, stop fucking your girl to slow songs, instead put this on and go at it to some gangsta shit.”

Everyone laughed, but Sunset loved when he compared to working at a local burger place and being the only one there. When he finished up she felt Ian hug her. She leaned into him, loving the feeling, and so glad that they decided to come and do this tonight.

Author's Note

(AN: Yeah I know, it's been a hot minute since I've updated... Anything. But I've been working on some original fiction, I actually cranked out two novels, and I felt like I needed to update something. I saw this, and this was it. This was what I needed to update. For those of you that liked the comedy sketch at the end, yes, I was inspired by Katt William's American Hustle. I hope that everyone enjoyed the chapter, and I will attempt to update more of my work. With the new job it might be a little slow, but I'll attempt to update a story at least every Friday.

Thanks,

RJP)