>"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...