“So you’re totally fine wi- mmf! Mmm~”
>Without warning, she had already locked her lips with yours
>Wasting no time, she danced the second fastest transfer device between your lips; her tongue
>Her mouth felt very warm, hot even
>Like that perfect temperature your steaming hot coffee has cooled down to
>It felt amazing, to put it simply
>You get lost in the kiss and almost forget why you even started this in the first place
>You roll on top of Rosetta and wrap your tongue around hers
>Beginning the process was difficult
>Everything on the outside of her is so simplistic
>Her internal system was a different story
>She grunts and moans as you wriggle past her permissions
>Inside of her, you see many still damaged and non-operational file systems and storage cells
>You reach a huge firewall that blocks off three previously available data paths
>You grunt and brush your tongue against hers, eliciting a moan from her
>The firewall won’t budge
>You’ve never had this much trouble transferring massive files
>Maybe she doesn’t know
>You reach behind her and start to massage her back
>She shivers and nothing gives
>You work up to one of her wings and press on it lightly
>She giggles and makes the kiss more awkward than it should be
>Alright you’ve had about enough of this silly pony’s oblivious encryption problems
>You work your hoof down towards her nethers and press into her folds without warning
>“Mmm!~” She squeaks in your mouth
>And with that the firewall moves and you have access to every file
>Every. Single. File.
>Nothing is organized, it’s just… there
>Adjusting the kiss and trying to make it a little more fun for Rosetta, you dig through the files
>After many awkward position changes and moving her around the bed a little, you finally find her survey directory
>You quickly scan through her lifetime and save the files
>She’s been around for less than a week so it wasn’t much to download
>She closes her eyes and lets out a large sigh through her nose
>Wait, is she… falling asleep?
>Well this is flattering…
>You break the kiss and stare at her face
>A small strand of saliva is still connecting you two
>It dissipates with a small electric crackle noise
>Rosetta gasps and wakes up fully
>“O-oh, sorry Jackie…”
“It’s fine, I got what I needed~”
>“So did I~”
>This has to be the most awkward thing you have ever done with another one of your kind
>But nonetheless, it was hot
>And fun, in a way
>“I’m tired.”
“Then take a nap.”
>She takes your advice and snuggles up closer to you, slowly closing her eyes and drifting off
>You can’t help but feel a little slutty
>Winnie… Anon… Firebutt… And now this pretty little wonder laying next to you.”
“I’ll lay low soon… soon.” You whisper to yourself
>You look through the survey of the young pony’s life
>It’s fascinating, watching her curious little eyes dart around
>She desperately wanted to interact with Mozilla, but never got the chance
>Mozilla was mainly who was constructing her at the time
>You watch and intently browse it like a good book
>Finally you get to almost current time
>Everything about her processes are… based around you
>Everything she has been doing and thinking has linked back to you in some way
>But why? There are hundreds of other ponies to learn from
>But there is absolutely no development or influence showing in her syslog from anyone but you…