>"Anon? What are you doing up so late?"
>Oh, Caramel
>Late? Was it late?
>Glancing at the corner of the screen, you realise it is late
"Uh, yeah. I mean, I'll be done soon. Just... doing stuff on the internet."
>"What kind of-"
>Shit! You didn't realise he'd get that close to the computer!
>A gasp from behind tells you that he has seen everything
>"Anon! W-why is your- your STUFF on that website?!"
>Shit shit shit
>It wasn't your fault that there were so many horny, desperate girls on their internet!
>And it wasn't your fault that posting your dick for them was so fun
>"Is that... is that PONECHAN?"
>Oh no, oh no. Oh shit, oh fuck. This was going to go south so fast.
>"Are those... those misandrist PIGS posting pictures of you there?! Don't worry, I'll call he police and have them shut down!"
>You knew him well enough to know that he would try
>And that he would kick up a big enough fuss that the local police would also try, just to get him to shut up
>You had to put a stop to this, before he makes a spectacle of another minor thing
"Caramel... just stop."
>"No! I won't stop until-"
"I posted that dick pic of me."
>That stops him in his tracks
>"Wh... what?"
"I posted it. I took this picture of myself, then uploaded it to Ponechan."
>"But... why? Can't you... can't you see they're objectifying you and-"
"I don't care about that crap, 'Mel. I just thought they'd like it."
>"But... but it's not right. You can't let them win."
"Let who win? Win what?"
>You know... THEM..."
>You can't help but sigh
>You just wanted to masturbate to the idea of horny, anonymous girls getting off on your dick
"I wanted to post it. I chose to post it. This thread is filled with ponies posting their genitals and I wanted to join in."
>A thread featuring a close up of a girl's vulva was pretty hard for you to miss
>"That's different! With mares-"
"How is it different? Aren't both genders equal?"
>"W-"
 
"Don't both genders have the right to chose what they do with their bodies, including whether or not to post pictures of it online?"
>"That- that- that..."
"Don't I have the right to choose who looks at my dick? Why are you acting as if you have control over me?"
>His poor little head looked like it was going into meltdown, like a robot who had heard 'This statement is false'
>Maybe you went a little too hard on him all at once, but fuck, you were pretty tired of his shit
>And you were still to see what the internet girls were saying about your dick
"Look, just... just leave the gender politics out of it, all right? I just wanted to post my dick online. Nothing more. Please, don't try to convince me that this is wrong. At least not tonight."
>He's flabbergasted, but soon turns to walk back upstairs
>"O... okay, Anon. I'll... I'll see you in the morning."
>You kind of felt sorry for him; he sounded so confused
"Okay. Goodnight."
>"Goodnight."
>Finally, that's sorted.
>Now, back to- Whoa! That's a lot of replies!
>Maybe you could see if one of them lived in the area. That could be fun.