Part 3
 
>You get a surprisingly decent night of sleep, despite the day's events.
>While waking up, your feet subconsciously swing around under the covers... not detecting a weight at the end of the bed?
>Wasn't there a browser pony there last night?
>Did you go overboard on the smokables? Were they bad/laced? No...
>Head feels fine
>You groggily sit up, noticing that the room is still trashed, so you know the events of yesterday still happened
>The reality perks you up, putting you in a good mood
>You step out of your room and immediately smell... eggs, tinged with some of your favorite seasonings
>In the kitchen, IE is preparing what seems to be a simple, but nice breakfast
"Oh good morning, Anon! How did you sleep?"
"Uhm... Fine I suppose. IE, what are you doing?"
"I wanted to thank you for being so kind... Most people either don't know I exist and use me like a tool or recoil in disgust when they hear my name."
"IE, it's quite all right. I know whatever happened last night must've been a bit traumatic for you. I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that something
 
like this doesn't happen often."
>She nods silently, focusing back on the fluffy omelet that has been making your stomach growl since you first smelled it
>She gracefully slides the omelet onto a plate and places it on the table
"It's still hot, Anon, be careful"
>You sit down at the table, wiping sleep from your eyes
 
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"I didn't know you could cook, IE. Let me guess... You had some time to look at my browsing history on my old hard drive and found the omelet recipes I've
 
been trying lately?"
>She is slightly surprised at such a genre-savvy comment, but gives another nod
>You neglect to bring up any of the other... parts of your browsing history that she may or may not have stumbled across while you were asleep
"Well this is mighty generous of you, IE. I don't normally get to wake up to a cooked breakfast, considering the fact that this is a solo living situation."
"I'm just glad I can do something nice for you, Anon."
"Have you had a chance to get any food for yourself this morning?"
>She shakes her head
"I didn't want to just go rummaging through your food and gobbling it all up."
"Oh, well that's no problem IE. Please help yourself. There's plenty of that fruit salad left, if you want to just go to town on it."
>She lights up at the prospect
>You step over to the fridge and grab the large bowl
>Place it on the floor near you at the table
>She hungrily starts picking at a piece of cantaloupe, then some grapes, letting out a few satisfied "mmmm" sounds as she eats
>You finish your omelet, also satisfied. She must've gotten lucky on the choice of recipe, because you had tried a few different ones recently
"That was simply delectable, IE. Thank you."
>She had eaten her fill as well, and was beaming a wide smile at you at the sound of being genuinely appreciated for her work
 
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"So ah... It's Sunday, and I don't really have any plans. What does a browser pony who's been materialized into our world do to pass the time?"
"Well, I don't know too much about your world. My personal memories seem to only go as far as generic use as a browser, and..."
>She pauses for a moment, not sure if she should finish the sentence
"...and your browsing history from the secondary hard drive on that computer."
>You quickly understand the implications, considering the extended amounts of free time you've been spending on /mlp/ lately
>Trying to divert from that thought, at least momentarily, you scramble to change the subject to something else
"Oh uh... so you seem to be deeply linked with computers- ahm, I guess that makes sense, considering you're a browser... pony-- um maybe that's why you came
 
into our world as a pony and not, say, a human or something."
 
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"I suppose so. I still don't know much about the circumstances of my... arrival. is this form displeasing to you?"
>You don't miss a beat
"NO! I mean- that is, no. I rather enjoy ponies."
"That's good to hear, Anon."
>You spend a short moment admiring her silky blue coat, and her deep blond/orange mane and irises. She apparently took some time to get that mane in order
 
while you were asleep
>It had a very pleasant shape, it complemented her feminine form well
"Anon..."
"Yes?"
"I don't want to sound too abrupt, but I've had some time to get used to this... existence. I've realized that with this form, I have the capabilities to
 
communicate in natural spoken language, consume food, and still learn more about this place. But..."
>Her tail flicks, her eyes dart to the left, and she makes a small circle on the floor with her front right hoof
 
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"I've realized, since acquiring this form, that I have other needs as well..."
>You feel the temperature in your face rise ever so slightly, but you try to keep yourself composed, continuing to hear her out
"Anon, I didn't mean to... but while I was looking for something that would be pleasing to you in your internet history, I found some other things that were
 
apparently pleasing to you as well."
>You feel your face start to warm up, hoping you're not turning too red. She clearly knows... enough about you at this point
>With your index finger, you grab the collar of your shirt and pull outwards, letting some of the rising heat from your torso escape
"You uh, found that stuff huh IE?"
"Yes... um."
>She steps a bit closer to you, while you're still seated at the kitchen table
"I haven't really had a chance to bond with anyone before, and I really want to show my appreciation for how kind you've been to me through this situation,
 
despite its strangeness"
"IE, the omelet was very nice, that's more appreciation than I usually get around here..."
"No, silly."
>She hops up on her hind legs, placing her front two hooves on each of your knees, looking you in the eyes
>The temperature under your collar rises a bit more
 
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>She gently places a hoof on top of your jeans, directly over your crotch
>You've been able to keep little Anonymous from rising before this point, but the closeness of this beautiful pony and the direct contact break all
 
semblance of control you had before
>Little Anonymous begins to grow to full size
>IE starts to blush, but she is happy that you're reacting this way
"IE... are you... sure?"
"I am... are you?"
>Being a frequent flyer of /mlp/, the thought had clearly passed your mind before, but never did you think something like this would come to pass
>You're not qualified to be a wizard, but it's been a long time since any... intimate contact, so this is clearly a welcome development
>You nod slowly, wordlessly
>She looks back down and notices that you haven't buttoned the jeans, then she takes the zipper in her mouth with a surprising amount of ease, sliding it
 
down slowly
>Your boxers betray the engorged member under the final bit of fabric between her direct contact
>She touches it with her nose, rubbing back and forth a couple of times
>Your body temperature is skyrocketing at this point
>With a hoof, and a little assistance from you, your final bit of lower-body clothing slides down to your ankles
>She looks upon and admires what she's seeing for a moment, before opening her mouth and - agonizingly slowly - lowering it
>You can feel her warm breath for several seconds, then...
 
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>Contact. Her tongue lightly touches the tip, lapping at the end for a few more seconds
>Little Anonymous is well past diamond mode at this point
>Her lips fall around the head, and while you can't see her tongue any longer, you know exactly what it's doing
>You feel it swirl around the circumference of the head several times
>The tongue slides lower down the shaft before her lips, as if to guide her mouth, start to slowly descend as well
>The sensation is sending waves of twitches through your legs, and you start to see a small drop if sweat form on the side of her face as well, directly
 
over her blushing cheeks
>Finally she reaches the base, your entire length engulfed in the warmth of her mouth, still feeling every bit of texture from her tongue as it continues to
 
circle your engorged member
>She moves her whole head up and down a few inches at a time, always returning right back down to the base
>Her right hoof leaves your knee, repositioning under her head
>She starts slowly playing with your testicles as she's stroking your member with her throat
 
(7/8)
 
>Your stamina is certainly being pushed by this point, and the situation becomes too much to bear
"IE--- I... hnngh-"
>You barely have time to get another word out as your legs stretch stiff
>She puts her hoof back on your knee and buries her face at the base of your shaft
>You let out an excessively intense orgasm, releasing your load directly into her
>She waits for the spasms to end, not moving until they've completely subsided
>She carefully removes herself from your length, noting your post-orgasm twitches from the sensory overload of the contact on your member just as your
 
refractory period begins
>Finally, she detaches herself from you, swallowing
>She gently laps at the tip, making sure there is nothing left over
"Thank you, Anon"
>You can't form words at this point; the best you can do is place a hand on her head while your chest rises and falls from the intense respiration caused by
 
the orgasm
"Would you like to go back to the bedroom and continue this... discussion there?"
>Her eyes twinkle with optimism, and you nod, pulling your clothes back up while trying to get your legs to work
 
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