||When Sunset Shimmer graduated from Canterlot High, the entire world seemed open to her. She was smart, she was resourceful, she was redeemed. It was high time for her to make her mark…and make the world a better place.
Of course, entering a world from another dimension, with no social identification, no background, no family, and only the word of six overspecialized barely into college girls, meant that her options were nowhere near that expansive. No, it only meant that each job she applied for asked more and more questions before rejecting her, that the state came knocking on her door more frequently, that her landlord asked for money more harshly every month.
In time, Sunset came to realize that there was no place for her in civilized society. She was running out of money fast, and she was too ashamed to go to her friends for help. Her skills and talents were of no use now…but she did have something she could use.
The stench of cigars and cheap bourbon overtook her as he pulled her into a kiss, gripping her chin with one hand as he pulled her panties into her ass with the other, shitty club rap thumping in the room across from them. She was very careful not to stop grinding on his potbellied crotch, or run her hands through his fake hair. She’d learned that his temper was not something to trifle with long ago.
His name was Zeb. He’d spent years in Canterlot’s underground entertainment circuit, bilking talented musicians and artists out of money before feeding them to the proverbial meat grinder to finance fresh new talent he could exploit. When Sunset had approached him, looking for the only work she could do with no questions asked, he’d figured her out almost immediately. He declined her, over and over, until eventually asking what she was willing to do to get the job. As it turned out…she was willing to do anything.
She’d spent the past six months as Zeb’s personal bedwarmer and star dancer. It was a simple arrangement: Sunset would dance in his nightclub throughout the week during the evening, and fuck Zeb into the wee hours of the morning. In exchange, she got just enough money to not be on the streets, and Sundays off to spend with her friends, whom Zeb seemed to want to get in on this as well.
It was a wretched arrangement…but it was all she could do.
Zeb grunted, and Sunset could feel his thin slacks beginning to grow damp. She hid her disgust as she slid off of him.
“You’d better clean this mess when you get back, sugar tits,” he growled with that ugly shit-eating grin, slapping Sunset on the ass as he turned her around to the entrance ramp. Sunset cringed as he lead her down, motioning towards the packed crowd. They sounded a lot rowdier than usual tonight.
“Better not let them get too close tonight, they look pissed,” he grinned. “And focus on the VIP section…I promised Erebus he could have a go later.”
Sunset saw the old, grizzled thug in the crowd and shuddered. She knew where tonight was going. Where she was going…who knew.
Better get that tight ass on the floor, Sunny. You’ve got a long night ahead. ||
d’oh! >o<
Pretty sure, you would spend less time reading that description than reading and making all those comm- ents here :D
Edited
aah, I see. :)
|| Nah, but the dude Erebus is Zeb’s enforcer and likes to take a run on Sunny on weekends. I like to mix Gen 1 shenanigans in from time to time because Gen 1 is truly bonkers.||
soul-stealing smoke monster? wait, are we talking about Sombra now?? how come no one told me about this before?! what, is he her pimp now?!? X~X
||>not wanting Sunset to get her ass gaped by a roid rage freak twice her age and twice her size who may or may not be a soul stealing smoke monster ||
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@DrakeyC
thank Robert Fripp you guys saved me the trouble of reading that description. seriously, if I wanted something smutty regarding Sunset, I’d fantasize about her being sodomized by Flash. :P :O :U :D >:3
I don’t know like you but I preffer to enjoy what I can see here, not what I can read. For that I go to Fimfiction. Cheers.
Yes, the description provides context for the image. If this was a scene of Sunset Shimmer riding in a car with a guy, it makes a difference to me if the description says they’re on a date, or if the guy is kidnapping her.
So for you description means more than a picture.
…ok.
I’d say I make the art, buuuuuut that isn’t entirely accurate either, as I merely alter it. So I’ll just say that we need more magical metallic insects in our lives. ;)
Fairly satisfactory under the circumstances.
Sunset Shimmer in sexy stripper G-string? Hot.
A description explaining she’s wearing that outfit because of a disgusting slob taking advantage of her to make her strip for barely any money and have sex with him every night, six nights a week? No thanks.
Zeb continues to get no love from anyone not named Erebus. XD
@DrakeyC
Same.
How is it feel to be in that 1% of people that are never happy?
The fanfic “Long Road to friendship” did a better job than this.
A story written by someone who apparently doesn’t realize Sunset can just walk to Equestria any time she gets sick of the human world.
And that she would have had to find some way around her lack of legal documentation in order to get into high school in the first place, anyway.
G1 meets G4, Late Night Edition!