Vidalia Packet Sniffing (Browser Aromatic Aspirations)

>"Finally! What took you so long? It's nearly sunrise!"

>Windows Eight, your OS filly, said after opening the front door to your house.

>Her face formed into an adorably annoyed scrunch while her technicolor eyes snapped once.

>"R-relax, Winnie. I h-had to take three different trains to get here; made sure I wasn't followed."

>The mysterious guest stood at your doorway, eerily backlit in the moon's light.

>"Sigh...but Tor, you live right down the street!"

>"Who told you where I live? Are you tracking this?!"

>She leaned in, whispering in a nervous shout as her eyes glanced around the interior of your home.

>"YOU did! Today at the park when we set this whole thing up! DOS, don't tell me your forgot..."

>Winnie slapped her face with a hoof, shaking her head.

>"Oh...yeah...I can get a little anxious sometimes, hehe..."

>Tor said with a nerdy chuckle and a slight blush of embarrassment.

>"Whatever,"

>Winnie rolled her eyes.

>"Just come inside! I got all the goods ready, and you gotta experience it before he wakes up and sees 'em gone or finds you here!"

>"Oh! R-right. I'm so lucky to have a foal-friend like you to help me get to do all this fun stuff!"

>Tor smiled politely and happily trotted inside...but not before cautiously glancing over her shoulder one more time.

>Winnie shut the door, allowing the dim fireflylight to once again seep through the room as the pair made their way towards your modest accommodations.

>There, lain out atop the cushions of your reading room sofa, was three pairs of your boxers with noticeably different levels of soil and sweat.

>"Here they are,"

>Windows Eight stated as she waved her hoof proudly over her collection of your undies.

>"Don't they just look awesome?"

>She beamed proudly, her tiny unicorn horn sparking in a light-gray hue.

>"W-Wow...I've never got to see a guy's underpants before..."

>Tor mumbled as her blush grew, scraping her hoof gently against the floor while hiding slightly behind her mane.

>"Yeah they're pretty sexy alright, but then again, they don't come from just any colt... they're from MY human!"

>Winnie nodded once.

>"Besides, if you think just looking at them is cool,"

>She whispered, grinning devilishly at Tor.

>"Just wait until you smell them."

>"S-s-smell them?!"

>Tor stammered with shock.

>She certainly wasn't expecting such a treat; to sniff her distant crush's underwear.

>Winnie nodded, picking up the first clean, laundered pair of polyester boxers gently in her dainty hoof.

>"Yeah! I'll walk you through it. Just take it easy, try not to make much noise, and enjoy."

>She said, her voice cracking as Winnie raised your boxers to her nose before taking a big, long whiff.

>She smiled cutely as Tor looked on anxiously, waiting for her verdict.

>"See, these are fresh and soft...just washed, really."

>Winnie stated for her friend as if a museum lecturer.

>" You can see how stretchy and fun they are..."

>She pulls the elastic, snapping them softly and eliciting an adorkable giggle from Tor.

>Windows Eight handed them to her friend, who took them with a nervous hoof.

>"W-wow, they're so soft,"

>Tor whispered before taking a dainty sniff.

>"And they smell like fresh lemon!"

>She smiled happily, sitting on the floor next to Eight who simply nodded her head.

>"Yup! Anon does all his own laundry with fresh, natural stuff. Keeps them fresher."

>Winnie stated, taking the clean boxers and laying them back on the couch.

>Tor's former anxious expression was nearly melted away now, as she felt much more comfy in the dimly lit room.

>She came out more from behind her mane.

 >"This next pair is a bit more interesting."

>Winnie said, her naughty grin returning as she lifted the next sample.

>"These are his swimming boxers. He wears them whenever we go to the beach; he hasn't washed these trunks lately..."

>She brings them to her snout, opening them by the drawstring and taking a much longer sniff than before.

>Tor watched in fascination, just happy to be taught by the young foal.

>"Ahh..."

>Windows Eight sighed, pulling her head and horn from the depths of your swimming trunks.

>She handed them to her friend.

>"Can you just imagine the scene? Anon's hot body, laying in the sun as birds chirp overhead...sweating and swimming in those shorts as he and I play in the water..."

>A small blush grew over Winnie's face.

>"Oh my...h-he is dreamy..."

>Tor mumbled, not hesitating to take her turn sniffing your trunks.

>She closed her eyes as the heavenly scent of saltwater and brine mixed with your masculinity flooded her nostrils.

>Tor couldn't hold back lightly blushing herself, feeing slightly and surprisingly quickly warm and bothered.

>"See? I knew you'd like it. Admit it Tor, you like sniffing Anon's underwear, don't you?"

>"Uh-huh..."

>Tor mumbled, her blush expanding as she scrunched your trunks against her  snout now with both forehooves.

>Lost in her own dirty thoughts, she didn't notice Eight even picking up the next pair of boxers.

>Winnie's blush only grew, lifting up the third and final set with both hooves in slow reverence.

>"This next pair is the crown of them all,"

>Winnie began, staring hungrily at them.

>Tor paused for a moment, opening one eye to watch her friend.

>"They're extra-dirty with his musk. He wore them just yesterday...all day..."

>She brought them close to her nose, already smelling the powerful odor emanating from the polyester.

>"They're also his favorite kind. Synthetic, moisture-wicking, and perfect for exercise and a long day's work."

>Tor 's eyes, both open now, became fixated on your soiled trousers as her blush remained.

>Her ears perked forward in anticipation for more descriptions.

>"I knew he was wearing these yesterday when I peeked on him changing after his shower."

>Winnie grinned evilly, inching your boxers ever closer.

>"He exercised all day, did some woodworking in the hot sun, and then in the afternoon, after lunch, I had him chase me around the yard. Oh how we rolled around..."

>Unable to withstand your aroma, Winnie shoved her snout right into the crotch of your boxers, taking a long, hard sniff.

>She shuddered almost violently as the smell washed over her lust-filled mind.

>"W-what's that slot in the front for?"

>Tor stammered, her nervousness returning as she caught a slight whiff of your scent.

>Unconsciously, she had begun shuffling herself slightly against the floor.

>"This?"

>Winnie squeaked and pointed with a hoof to your crotch area.

>"This is where he keeps his thick, hefty cable. You know what the best part is?"

>Windows Eight asked, her voice nearly a whisper as her own arousal became more and more apparent.

>Tor simply shook her head, eager to hear more and have her turn.

>"I leaned against his door...I think my coltfriend might have took care of a little 'business' last night in these, too..."

>Winnie's tiny tongue flopped out of her mouth and slowly licked along your boxer slit.

>A dainty moan escaped from her lips as she tasted your musk.

>Sitting against the floor, a small squirt of filly juice leaked out from her haunches as she winked against the hardwood.

>Tor could only shudder in awe, witnessing the lewd scene before her as her own arousal rose and rose.

>"Tor?"

>"Y-y-y-yes?"

>She stammered meekly.

>"Anon's gonna make me a mommy someday."

>Winnie stated sincerely, rubbing her face against the smooth fabric where she wetted it with her tongue.

>"He's gonna fill me up and we're gonna have foals..."

>Winnie was completely gone, lost in her fantasy.

>"I w-want to be a mother, too..."

>Tor shifted against the floor again, feeling her own marehood start to wink as she imagined you kissing her instead of Windows Eight.

>"Do you th-think...maybe I c-could..."

>Suddenly a series of creaks sound from the hallway.

>"What was that?!"

>Tor nearly shouted as footsteps sounded down the hall.

>"Oh buck, he's awake! I told you that you should have gotten here earlier!"

>Winnie chirped.

>"Quick! We gotta get rid of the evidence!"

>Standing up, Windows Eight caught her horn on your dirty crotch slit, getting your boxers stuck on her head.

>"Ahhh! I can't see!"

>The sound of footsteps drew ever closer.

>Tor's eyes dilated as she began to hyperventilate.

>Step.

>Her eyes scanned over the two pairs of trunks.

>Step.

>She scrambled to her hooves, grabbing them both and shoving them into her mouth just as you rounded the corner.

Winnie? What are you doing up so early?

>You rubbed your eyes, looking at the scene before you.

Hey get those boxers off your head! They're filthy!"

>Winnie tried to yank them off her dark-blue mane, but only succeeded in collapsing over herself with an 'oof'.

 And...Tor?! What in Equestria are you doing here?

>You shouted, demanding an answer.

>Tor only began to sweat and fell back onto her normal anxiety.

>"Howufff duuuhh youuuff khnoufff mahmmph nammm?! Immph duuuhhmmpn't knuuhmph youuummph! Immph knuunpht ffhere!"

>You sighed, rubbing you temples.

Tor, spit it.

>Tor looked down at her snout then back at you.

>"Nuh-unhmmph."

Yes.

>"Nuh-uhmmph."

Do it.

>"Nuh-uhmmph."

>She blushed furiously.

Tor. You will spit out what is in your mouth.

Right.

Now.

>You demanded.

>"Blaahh!"

>With a uncouth sputter, she gagged your boxers out onto the floor, drenched in her saliva before hiding slightly behind her mane.

My boxers? Seriously? Again, Winnie?

>You gestured at the mess, but Windows Eight simply laid still on the floor, frozen in error and your dirty underwear still caught on her horn.

>"Thump!"

>You heard a loud thud.

....Tor?

>You glance over to her.

>Her eyes turned into spinning onions as she passed out from embarrassment, still managing to blush.

>You scrunched your nose as the smell of two faintly aroused mares hit your nostrils.

>Your stomach growled, not even having breakfast yet for the long day ahead.

>You sighed.

Damn ponies...