Sunset Shimmer is a Sex Doll

Sunset Shimmer is a Sex Doll

Chapter 9: Wants, Needs, and Desires

The library had entire sections that seemed to completely disregard physics. It was the only way that Twilight could explain it. Her pony counterpart, an actual princess, was attempting to explain how it used some spell matrix to create nearly infinite space in a finite area. The mere idea made her head hurt. That was for Roleplaying board games, questionable Science Fiction, and apparently the pony world.

Of course her pony counterpart felt at home here. In truth she was struggling with everything. Sure, she got used to having magic, and being able to levitate things, but that had some foundation in the real world. There were studies done on people with extraordinary abilities. Men and women that could rip thoughts from a person’s head, people with the ability to lift, bend, and throw things with their minds.

Those powers had some corresponding alternative in their world. There was some science to back it up, but adding space where space couldn’t be added didn’t have any science to back it up. It had a British Actor flying through space in a blue phone booth and some mystical bag that could contain a nearly infinite number of items from a table top Role Playing Game. Neither had the backing or blessing of any scientific mind back home!

It wasn’t that it couldn’t be useful. After all, they could use something like this to make enough housing for all of the homeless population across the world with ease. Displaced families could live in an economically efficient apartment that was contained in a building the size of a corner convenience store. The practical applications were limitless, but it didn’t change the fact that it was insane!

She shook her head, trying to understand how the Haycart theory was mixed together with the inverted spacial theory presented by Starswirl the Bearded before his disappearance. She sighed, and at least resided herself to the fact that this was ultimately doing its job of keeping her from wanting to find a restroom, get in a stall, and rub one out. Or it was until she thought that. Suddenly the unabashed need hit her, and she looked around. She felt hot all over, and after a few seconds she spotted a restroom.

She excused herself, walked toward the restroom, and of course she expected it to be a simple affair. She expected to see a similar restroom that was in Canterlot High, or if it was higher end then one like in Crystal Prep Academy. This restroom made Crystal Prep’s restrooms look like a pathetic, quickly slapped together, and there for functionality imitations. Following the rest of the Library, because why not, the room was far bigger than what could be expected. In truth it shouldn’t have been more than about a fourteen by eight room.

At least how she saw the placement of the other door gave her the estimate of about eight foot across and about fourteen foot back there was a staircase that spiraled up to the sixth floor, a miraculous feat considering the building was only a three story building from the outside, and there wasn’t room beyond that. Instead she was looking at a room that was, from what she could see, about thirty feet across and maybe a hundred and fifty to two hundred foot deep. There was a marble fountain in the center, a section for showers, various stalls, no less than fifteen sinks, and a small campus wide laundry drop point.

She felt the urge, and no longer able to contain herself she moved toward a stall. She entered it, and let the sweatpants she was borrowing hit the floor. Soon her fingers found what was desperately needing to be touched, and she began to coax the much needed stress relief. Her eyes closed, and she thought of Timber Spruce. His strong arms and hands, the way he smelled like the forest after a rain, and his love of geology and forestry.

“Oh Timber,” she moaned softly, “Oh, just fuck me please.”

She felt herself clench down on her fingers, the release needed found, and she felt the moisture on her hands. She realized that she had done something that she never had done before. She had a full female ejaculation. It had practically soaked her hands, part of her sweatpants, and she would need to go back outside. Her eyes widened in fear. Everyone would know that she was in here and she had been relieving some tension.

She frantically tried to consider what to do, where to go, what could be done, and as she tried to figure it out the door opened. She froze in place, listening to the sounds of someone stepping just outside, and she knew that they could likely smell the fact that she had orgasmed. What was there that she could say or do to make it better. A moment later there was a knock on the door, and she heard a voice she was actually glad to hear.

“Twilight, want to talk about it?”

She opened the stall door, after pulling up her borrowed sweatpants, to see Sunset Shimmer standing there. She had a small bag with her. She stepped out, feeling completely mortified, or did until Sunset led her over toward the showers. She then opened the bag, and apparently following the same rules as the rest of the library, pulled out a towel, mane and tail shampoo, some body wash, and a pair of track pants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie all with the University’s logo on them.

She breathed out a sigh of relief, looked at the showers, and walked toward them. Sunset placed everything on a bench just outside of the showers, and stood back as her friend got undressed. When she appeared Sunset had noticed her hips and breasts had gotten a little bigger. It wasn’t outlandish or anything, but she had certainly gone up a cup size. From what she had seen most of her friends were still pretty much where they had been. She watched as the shower started, the sound of the old pipes rattling could be heard, and then she saw the steam rising as Twilight stepped into the shower and began to shower.

Sunset understood all too well what was happening to her friend. And she also understood what it meant to have someone listen. She waited, knowing that Twilight would want to talk about it, knowing that her friend would need to discuss it, and moments later Twilight ended her shower, dried off, and then grabbed the clothes. She was thankful to find that Sunset had also included a new pair of panties, also with the University’s logo on them, and a sport’s bra. She slipped on the underwear first, then the shirt, track pants, and finally the hoodie.

“I don’t understand any of this,” she admitted, “I really don’t. I mean I get horny, everyone does, but this wasn’t just horny. I wanted Timber Spruce here, I needed him here, and I wanted him to completely wreck me in that stall.”

Sunset nodded, but she listened as she realized this was her friend getting ready to go epic on the Twilight rant scale.

“And this library! It’s amazing, but you can’t fit more room into a finite amount of space! It’s not possible! It’s crazy! Magic is crazy!”

She saw her breathing hard, “I know it’s hard to understand, but that’s because the magic back home is different. It’s not just Equestrian magic, there is some background magic there, but it’s mostly dormant. I think that I woke it up when I brought the crown over,” she said softly, “But it doesn’t change that there is magic there. Twilight, this world, this school, is so amazing. If you want to learn about magic this is the place, but I also know what you’re going through right now. We need to get the gateway open so that you can get home. So we all can get home, and then we’ll worry about everything else later.”

Twilight looked at her, “You’re going to come back?” she asked sounding hopeful, “I mean really coming back?”

Sunset nodded, “Sure, I’m coming back, but then I’m also going to be coming back over here. I love this school, and Ian, and while I want to show him around Canterlot City, I’ve made a home here.”

Twilight giggled, “He’s kind of a geek you know.”

She smiled, “Oh, I know, and I’m fine with it. To be honest I found that he’s actually got a lot in common with you and Princess Twilight. Oh, he’s his own person, he geeks out the same way about things the way both of you do.”

Twilight grinned at her, “Oh?” she asked jokingly, “So, were you holding out some longing or something?”

Seeing Twilight’s smile Sunset shook her head, “Not exactly,” she said as she watched her friend finish getting dressed, “Don’t get me wrong. I think that you and Princess Twilight are pretty, beautiful even, but I really don’t think of either of you like that. Maybe I had a few fantasies a very long time ago, but I let them go. And honestly what I found was real and not a fantasy.”

Twilight smiled as she finished getting her shoes back on, “So, to clarify you’re bisexual?”

Sunset rolled her eyes, “More or less, but practically everyone from the pony side is. The number of stallions to mares more or less makes it mandatory for everyone to be a little bisexual.”

Twilight looked at her, “I did notice a lot more girls than boys when we went through,” she admitted, “But I didn’t realize that it was a big enough difference that it would encourage a more fluid sexuality.”

Sunset shrugged, “Well, imagine having somewhere between ten to fifteen girls to a single boy. It’s not so bad in the more rural areas, but that’s a fairly consistent number,” she said thinking of before she went through the mirror, “And now imagine trying to date someone only to know that he’s literally got the chance to pick anyone he wants. It’d be like you trying to compete against nine other girls for Timber Spruce.”

Twilight looked at her, “What about when we’re dating?”

Sunset sighed, “It’d still be a competition. Most mares believe that until there is an enforceable marriage contract, or other evidence of marriage, that he’s in play. They will do all kinds of things to attract him away, and if they can’t they might talk about herding.”

Twilight looked at her, “So, ponies are naturally polyamorous?”

Sunset nodded, “In bigger cities, sure, and even in some smaller rural places as well. Monogamous relationships weren’t really a thing until about fifty or sixty years ago, and that’s because Princess Celestia had to make them a thing,” she said shaking her head, “It’s not talked about, but some mares went way too far to get a stallion. Like mind magic kind of too far.”

Twilight shook a little, “Glad that I live in the human world then,” she admitted before she looked at the ground, “You’re used to what we’re going through, huh?”

She nodded, “I am,” she admitted while feeling a little embarrassed, “I really am used to it, but that doesn’t make it easier. What you did will help buy you time, but that’s why we need to get you back. Also, I’d suggest that you make the first move with Timber. Most guys seem to respond pretty well to that.”

Twilight grinned and followed her out of the restroom. It felt good to talk, and it felt amazing to get a few things off of her chest. Sunset did have a point about this being an incredible opportunity to study magic, but getting back home was her first priority. But once they were home, if they could keep the gate open she would be fine with attending college here. The idea certainly had merit, and after all the university apparently also covered technology. She smiled as they neared the huge stack of books that her counterpart had found.

“Twilight?!” Rainbow shouted from across the room, “You in here?!”

Besides a loud shush both Twilights answered in the affirmative. They looked at each other and both of them realized the same thing. They would need to find another way to reference themselves. The cute nicknames were certainly out. For one, Princess was a term that Flash used with her, and he ummm, did that when they were doing things. She certainly didn’t want her friends using that word and get her to thinking about Flash, his arms, his smile, the way he looked so good as a stallion in her world, the way he tasted when they kissed or when she had sucked his.. She stopped the line of thought there.

“We’re really going to need to figure out something to call each other,” her counterpart said with a slightly frustrated sigh, “Otherwise this is going to drive us insane.”

She nodded, “Well, actually there is something that mom used to call me, back when I was really small. She still calls me it from time to time, and I wouldn’t mind going by that now, I guess.”

“What did she call ya sugarcube?”

“She’d call me her little Flicker,” she said smiling, “It always made me feel better when she would call me that.”

She looked at her human counterpart and saw the smile, “Yeah, mom called me that too,” she said with a soft smile, “But I’ve got another suggestion. Shining Armor used to call me Twily sometimes Twibright. I don’t mind going by either of those.”

“Ooo, ooo! What if we call you Twibright and Twilight! That way we can say that you’re twins, and your parents were really only expecting one girl, and that’d be true because your moms are different people, and they only had one girl, but since you’re both you you’re technically twins too, so it’d be perfect!”

Both of them looked at Pinkie for a moment. It was obvious that the slightly hyperactive girl had a point, but somehow she had managed to get all of that out at once.

Erma nodded, “It won’t be a problem. I can make the IDs, get your information into the school’s network, and you should be set to go after that,” she said with a grin, “But the name Twilight isn’t really common here. It’ll work, and it can be explained away by your parents being exhippies, but would you rather have more common names?”

They both shook their heads, “No thank you,” Twilight said, “I’d rather remain my own name. It makes remembering it easier.”