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Zen Browser Pone Fic (Part 4)

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Part 4
>You both have retreated to the bedroom
>The show of affection was rather sudden, but not unenjoyable, obviously
>You both sit on the bed
"IE, I didn't know you felt this way. All I did was... well what the hell did I even do?"
"You don't understand, Anon... Most people treat me like dirt. Most of the time, all they do is attach ugly toolbars to me, never update me, let strange malware attack me completely unrestrained, and then they have the nerve to get angry at me when I struggle to load even the most basic webpages. Imagine if someone attached weights to your legs, kept you from walking, infected you with the flu, then told other people that you were garbage because you couldn't run a mile in record time. I just wanted to show some gratitude for someone who treats me with some kind of respect."
"IE, I didn't know it was like that, no one deserves to be treated like that."
>You of course knew that most dirty plebs treat their standard-issue Windows browser like that, but she seemed really upset
>Trying to think of anything to say to console her
>You notice tears welling up in her big eyes, orange irises shimmering behind the excess fluid aggregating at the bottom of her eyes
"IE..."
>She lowers her head to your chest, enjoying the warmth emanating from your torso
>You put your hand on her head and gently stroke her mane
>She straightens up a bit, once again making eye contact
(1/7)
"I hope I wasn't too forward. I just... your browsing history... Now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't have done that without your permission either. Im so sorry."
"It's all right. If I didn't want my browser to know what I was using it for, I'd be much more careful about deleting history and temp files. I live alone, so no one really pries into my stuff. If... if there's anything... anyone in this crazy old mixed up universe of ours that I trust, it'd be my browser."
"Anon, you're so kind. I feel like we know each other so well already, even though we just met last night."
>You DO know a lot about the actual computer program Internet Explorer, which is really all she is, placed into a pony body
>...and she knows about how you spend your time on the internet, mostly tech/gaming news, and some fap material
>You really do both know each other pretty well
"You're right, IE. I think we do have a little bit of a stronger... bond... than could normally occur between two people in such a short amount of time. Really though, we know much more than just a day's worth about each other. We know that both of us could use a bit more... affection in our lives."
>Her breathing gets more intense
(2/7)
>Your hand still resting on her head, you move it to the back as your faces almost involuntarily start moving closer...
>Your lips meet and you exchange a deeply passionate kiss that seems to last several minutes
>You guide your hand slowly down her torso, eventually reaching her sopping wet nethers
>At this point, her arms are behind your head, hooves locked as you continue to kiss deeply
>As you start to trace the outside of her lower lips with your fingers, she breaks the kiss momentarily to catch a breath, and she needs to, because she's breathing heavily at this point, then she lets out a soft whisper
"Anon..."
>She removes her arms and lays back on the bed
>You stand up and pick up her back legs, positioning her flank just at the edge of the bed
>Your fingers continue tantalizing her warm nethers, now coated in her juices
>One finger slides in, and you quickly find her g-spot, her sharp breaths betraying its location
>She can't help but let out a lustful moan as a second finger slides in
>You make a "beckoning" motion inside her, stroking her most sensitive spot
>This causes her back to arch up and another deep, satisfied moan escapes her throat
>This continues for a moment, and you decide to send her over the edge by placing your mouth over her clitoris, applying a light suction to move the hood so your tongue can get straight to the ultra-sensitive top side
(3/7)
>Her moans increase in volume as you feel her legs squeeze around your head, her insides grip your fingers tightly
>Finally her legs begin to spasm uncontrollably, and her breaths descend to short, sharp gasps
>Her limbs fall limp, you slowly remove your fingers
>The smell of her juices on your hand is intoxicating, and your erection knows what must happen next, yet you wait for her to say it....
"Anon, please... I want you. Please."
>You don't hesitate
>Pants hit ankles, your length prepared for the job ahead of it
>You place your arms under the joints halfway down her legs and lift up, locking them against your chest
>With one arm holding them in place, you use the free hand to position your member at her opening, prodding the outside teasingly, you cruel bastard
>She's still very sensitive from the orgasm you just gave her, but she manages to squeak out
"Please..."
>You start to slide inwards, parting her folds with your girth, listening to her short gasps as the length slides in
>Only enter halfway, she'll get the rest in a moment
>You bring your other arm back up to support her legs as you begin stroking in and out agonizingly slowly, moving from halfway to the base of the tip, for about 10 strokes, then you ask her
"Ready?"
(4/7)
>A small noise comes out of her, you understand it as an affirmative though, and begin with a new stroke technique
>Slowly pick up the pace of stroking her insides with your member, then when you reach just the right speed, you start making three quick strokes at a time, then on the fourth, slam allthe way into her, burying the entirety of your girth every fourth stroke, returning to quick half-strokes for the three preceding it
>She begins to melt into bliss
"ah, ah, ah, AHHHNN~~"
>Every set of four strokes she makes this sound
>You notice this technique is working very well and continue to focus with all your willpower as she throws her head back and forth on the bed, arms completely out of control
>This continues for an amount of time that surprises even you; the stamina is on over drive
>Her moaning is completely out of control now, and you don't have the slightest care about your neighbors being disturbed
>After several minutes of this intense stroke technique, she becomes unable to control herself
"Anon, I'm going to--"
>She's unable to finish the sentence, but hearing what she was attempting to say triggered something in your own head, sending you right to the edge
(5/7)
>You don't want to finish before her, so you place your hand on her lower abdomen and begin massaging her clit in a rotating motion with your thumb
>She doesn't stand a chance
>Legs spasm against your chest and she loses control of her breathing again, only able to gasp short, ecstatic gasps
>You bury your entire length in her, staying there, feeling her inner walls clamp down among the spasms
>Your head involuntarily throws back as you also experience one of the mightiest orgasms in your recent memory, depositing your whole load inside her
>Deep grunts and moans from both of you as the waves of pleasure wash over the both of you, quivering n unison, almost as a single entity
>She regains control of her breathing, but she doesn't move her head from its position, nor any of her limbs
>You slide out, triggering smaller twitches from both of you as the length is still sufficient to trigger many nerve endings on the way out
>Lie down next to her, give her a peck on the cheek
>She finally regains he composure and looks over at you, locking eyes
(6/7)
>Between labored breaths, she says, ever so softly
"An-anon"
>She weakly uses her arms to try to sit up, unable to accomplish this, she lifts up just by the elbows to say
"That was... that was incredible."
>You're content to bask in the afterglow, looking deeply into her eyes, sweat dotting her face and body
>It wasn't noticeable while you were going at it, but you notice a bit of drool hanging off the side of her mouth
"I'm glad we were able to share this, IE."
"Me too, anon"
>You both wordlessly agree to take a nap on the comfy bed after the drain of intense lovemaking
>Cuddle up closely under the covers, arms around each other, dozing off happily to sleep
(7/7 - End Part 4)

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Part 4

>You both have retreated to the bedroom
>The show of affection was rather sudden, but not unenjoyable, obviously
>You both sit on the bed
"IE, I didn't know you felt this way. All I did was... well what the hell did I even do?"
"You don't understand, Anon... Most people treat me like dirt. Most of the time, all they do is attach ugly toolbars to me, never update me, let strange malware attack me completely unrestrained, and then they have the nerve to get angry at me when I struggle to load even the most basic webpages. Imagine if someone attached weights to your legs, kept you from walking, infected you with the flu, then told other people that you were garbage because you couldn't run a mile in record time. I just wanted to show some gratitude for someone who treats me with some kind of respect."
"IE, I didn't know it was like that, no one deserves to be treated like that."
>You of course knew that most dirty plebs treat their standard-issue Windows browser like that, but she seemed really upset
>Trying to think of anything to say to console her
>You notice tears welling up in her big eyes, orange irises shimmering behind the excess fluid aggregating at the bottom of her eyes
"IE..."
>She lowers her head to your chest, enjoying the warmth emanating from your torso
>You put your hand on her head and gently stroke her mane
>She straightens up a bit, once again making eye contact

(1/7)

"I hope I wasn't too forward. I just... your browsing history... Now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't have done that without your permission either. Im so sorry."
"It's all right. If I didn't want my browser to know what I was using it for, I'd be much more careful about deleting history and temp files. I live alone, so no one really pries into my stuff. If... if there's anything... anyone in this crazy old mixed up universe of ours that I trust, it'd be my browser."
"Anon, you're so kind. I feel like we know each other so well already, even though we just met last night."
>You DO know a lot about the actual computer program Internet Explorer, which is really all she is, placed into a pony body
>...and she knows about how you spend your time on the internet, mostly tech/gaming news, and some fap material
>You really do both know each other pretty well
"You're right, IE. I think we do have a little bit of a stronger... bond... than could normally occur between two people in such a short amount of time. Really though, we know much more than just a day's worth about each other. We know that both of us could use a bit more... affection in our lives."
>Her breathing gets more intense

(2/7)

>Your hand still resting on her head, you move it to the back as your faces almost involuntarily start moving closer...
>Your lips meet and you exchange a deeply passionate kiss that seems to last several minutes
>You guide your hand slowly down her torso, eventually reaching her sopping wet nethers
>At this point, her arms are behind your head, hooves locked as you continue to kiss deeply
>As you start to trace the outside of her lower lips with your fingers, she breaks the kiss momentarily to catch a breath, and she needs to, because she's breathing heavily at this point, then she lets out a soft whisper
"Anon..."
>She removes her arms and lays back on the bed
>You stand up and pick up her back legs, positioning her flank just at the edge of the bed
>Your fingers continue tantalizing her warm nethers, now coated in her juices
>One finger slides in, and you quickly find her g-spot, her sharp breaths betraying its location
>She can't help but let out a lustful moan as a second finger slides in
>You make a "beckoning" motion inside her, stroking her most sensitive spot
>This causes her back to arch up and another deep, satisfied moan escapes her throat
>This continues for a moment, and you decide to send her over the edge by placing your mouth over her clitoris, applying a light suction to move the hood so your tongue can get straight to the ultra-sensitive top side

(3/7)

>Her moans increase in volume as you feel her legs squeeze around your head, her insides grip your fingers tightly
>Finally her legs begin to spasm uncontrollably, and her breaths descend to short, sharp gasps
>Her limbs fall limp, you slowly remove your fingers
>The smell of her juices on your hand is intoxicating, and your erection knows what must happen next, yet you wait for her to say it....
"Anon, please... I want you. Please."
>You don't hesitate
>Pants hit ankles, your length prepared for the job ahead of it
>You place your arms under the joints halfway down her legs and lift up, locking them against your chest
>With one arm holding them in place, you use the free hand to position your member at her opening, prodding the outside teasingly, you cruel bastard
>She's still very sensitive from the orgasm you just gave her, but she manages to squeak out
"Please..."
>You start to slide inwards, parting her folds with your girth, listening to her short gasps as the length slides in
>Only enter halfway, she'll get the rest in a moment
>You bring your other arm back up to support her legs as you begin stroking in and out agonizingly slowly, moving from halfway to the base of the tip, for about 10 strokes, then you ask her
"Ready?"

(4/7)

>A small noise comes out of her, you understand it as an affirmative though, and begin with a new stroke technique
>Slowly pick up the pace of stroking her insides with your member, then when you reach just the right speed, you start making three quick strokes at a time, then on the fourth, slam allthe way into her, burying the entirety of your girth every fourth stroke, returning to quick half-strokes for the three preceding it
>She begins to melt into bliss
"ah, ah, ah, AHHHNN~~"
>Every set of four strokes she makes this sound
>You notice this technique is working very well and continue to focus with all your willpower as she throws her head back and forth on the bed, arms completely out of control
>This continues for an amount of time that surprises even you; the stamina is on over drive
>Her moaning is completely out of control now, and you don't have the slightest care about your neighbors being disturbed
>After several minutes of this intense stroke technique, she becomes unable to control herself
"Anon, I'm going to--"
>She's unable to finish the sentence, but hearing what she was attempting to say triggered something in your own head, sending you right to the edge

(5/7)

>You don't want to finish before her, so you place your hand on her lower abdomen and begin massaging her clit in a rotating motion with your thumb
>She doesn't stand a chance
>Legs spasm against your chest and she loses control of her breathing again, only able to gasp short, ecstatic gasps
>You bury your entire length in her, staying there, feeling her inner walls clamp down among the spasms
>Your head involuntarily throws back as you also experience one of the mightiest orgasms in your recent memory, depositing your whole load inside her
>Deep grunts and moans from both of you as the waves of pleasure wash over the both of you, quivering n unison, almost as a single entity
>She regains control of her breathing, but she doesn't move her head from its position, nor any of her limbs
>You slide out, triggering smaller twitches from both of you as the length is still sufficient to trigger many nerve endings on the way out
>Lie down next to her, give her a peck on the cheek
>She finally regains he composure and looks over at you, locking eyes

(6/7)

>Between labored breaths, she says, ever so softly
"An-anon"
>She weakly uses her arms to try to sit up, unable to accomplish this, she lifts up just by the elbows to say
"That was... that was incredible."
>You're content to bask in the afterglow, looking deeply into her eyes, sweat dotting her face and body
>It wasn't noticeable while you were going at it, but you notice a bit of drool hanging off the side of her mouth
"I'm glad we were able to share this, IE."
"Me too, anon"
>You both wordlessly agree to take a nap on the comfy bed after the drain of intense lovemaking
>Cuddle up closely under the covers, arms around each other, dozing off happily to sleep

(7/7 - End Part 4)

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