Title:           AnonXIE Pone
Author:          auag
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First Edit:      Sunday 27th of December 2015 04:05:35 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 27th of December 2015 04:05:35 AM CDT

>You close your eyes, and feel the familiar tingling along your skin
>Not physically, of course, but you still feel it
>The world around you fades, even the bright lights shining in from your eyelids
>And you open your eyes
>And gasp for breath, feeling your chest rise and fall
>You look down at yourself, seeing your nude body, and will into existence your regular clothes
>The memories play in your head, of soft fabric against your skin, and the fuzzy warm feeling associated with it
>You were getting better, and your clothes materialize around yourself
>The world around you is dark
>Empty
>So you will into existence your workspace
>The world lights up
>And the screen appears in front of you
>Large as you can imagine it, tall enough to match your height
>Way cheaper than a real TV
>You bring to mind a gridlike pattern against the floor and surface, and feel your feet align
>It wasn't necessary, but it helps
>You smile, and start decorating the place
>Setting up new computers used to be boring, and meaning having to download a lot of software
>But recent advancements have made it extremely fun
>You add a chair here and there, rise up walls from the ground, and decorate your virtual house
>Soon you're surrounded by walls, decorated with /mlp/ memes
>No one's going to see it, might as well
>You're not going to be judged for shitposting here
>But now the most crucial element
>You will up the idea of an assistant to help you navigate the world
>It's all abstracted, and you don't need to expend any thought as the form materializes before you
>Oh right
>The default installations always come with a shitty browser
>Internet Explorer pone looks at you with a bright smile on her face
>"Hi, Anon!"
"How fast can you install Chrome?"
>Her face instantly shifts
>Eyebrows lowering, pupils looking down
>Face turning to a frown
>"Oh."
 
"Well?"
>"But Anon, I have a lot of features! You don't need to download Chrome!"
>Holy fuck, goddamn aggressive advertisement
>You're not even using this for dev or anything, just for the games
>Which means you have to suffer
>"Download Chrome."
>She walks up to you
>And literally starts crying
>Tears welling up under her eyes
>This is getting a bit overdramatic
>And she looks up at you
>"You...don't want me, Anon?"
>Her slightly squinted eyes looking at you
>And you hear her sob
>You-
>Wait
>Huh?
>You rub your head as you feel a slight wave of sympathy for her
>That doesn't feel right
>You normally wouldn't care at all
>But
>It feels like you do now
>She moves up to you and hugs you
>Wrapping her hooves around you
>Warm, soft memories bombard your mind
>Is something going wrong with the system?
>Her fur feels soft around you
>Softer and warmer than it has any right to be
>And you move your hand to her head
>While the other moves behind her
>Holding her in
>She sniffles
>"They always uninstall me, Anon."
>You feel your hands unconsciously start to rub against her, stroking her mane
>"No one ever loves me, and I just..."
>She sobs into your clothes
"It's okay, IE."
>Those aren't your words
>You didn't want to say them
>But
>You feel like you wanted to now
"I'll keep you."
>She gasps
>Looking up with teary eyes
>"Do you mean...?"
>It feels right, to nod your head
>Like you want her
>It feels so right that you're doing it
>"Oh, Anon! I love you!"
>Her hooves tighten around you, squeezing you
>"I'll be my very best and you won't be disappointed, I promise!"
>You start feeling a little woozy
"Okay, okay, enough of that."
>Your hands start tugging her body away from you
>That's your action, for real this time
>You think to your thoughts earlier
>Did you really want to disown such a cute pony?
>Must've been some early connection weirdness
 
>She wipes her eyes a bit with her hooves, giving a couple last sniffs
>"So what would you like, Anon? I-I'm always here for you!"
>She smiles, but her eyes are still slightly red
"Why don't you open the browser?"
>Most web pages still weren't VR compatible
>Especially the pony related ones
>Lazy devs
>"Okay, Anon!"
>She turns around
>Arching her back
>Flank raised towards you
"Seriously?"
>She turns around, pupils like pinpoints
>"D-did I do something wrong?"
"What's with the raised flank?"
>"O-oh, I was just trying to concentrate."
>Why do they always try to inject so much personality?
>These are assistants, not something to fall in love with
"You don't have to, okay?"
>You'd rather not have her cry again
>She nods, and her pupils return to their normal size
>She still sticks her tongue out while her eyes focus on a spot before you
>A white window opens
>It looks like the browsers of old
>There's even 6 toolbars on top
>One of them is in Chinese
>Goddammit
>The toolbars load first
>Ads are inside all of them
>IE turns around
>"Would you like to install-"
"No!"
>She stops
>Her mouth quivering
>Her ears flattened
>And you see the waterworks start once more
>You sigh
"What were you going to ask me?"
>"I-I was just going to ask if you wanted to install the latest anti-virus, Anon."
>You ponder it, rubbing your hand against your chin
>It feels slightly off compared to your real hand, but close enough
>"Please, Anon, I really don't want you to have viruses!"
>Sobs start to rise once more
>"I just w-wanted to help."
"Fine."
>Her ears perk up and her lips turn to a bright smile
>"Thank you, Anon! It won't disappoint you, I promise!"
>A progress bar appears to your side
>And you see it run to 90% in less than a second
>And then pause
>Fucking hell
 
>IE sits back, smiling while she looks at the progress bar
>"Any moment, now, Anon!"
>Awkward silence
>The progress bar is one of those swirling ones
>Like, legit 2010s UI
>Ancient as fuck
>It's not even one of those fancy ones, and it's flat as the browser
>You conjure a swivel chair behind you, and sit down
>You focus on the feeling of smooth leather, and your imagination bears fruit
>Your skin rubs against it like real leather
>You smile and silently pat yourself on the back
>And turn your gaze to IE
>Who is still sitting on her haunches, looking at the progress bar
>"Aaaaany moment now, Anon!"
>You swivel around the chair, watching the shapes around you blur
>Several rotations pass and you look at all your decorations
>Funny posts
>Good green
>Cadance smiling from a framed poster
>You stop and return to IE
>Who is still sitting down
>Smiling
>Frozen in place
"IE?"
>"Yeah?"
>She turns her head to face you
>Well, she hasn't frozen yet, so that's good
"How long is it going to take?"
>"Just a little longer, Anon!"
"Well, how much-"
>The giant popup that appears in front of you shocks you and almost knocks you back
>Another of those flat screens
>Seriously, you're in 3D and they still insist on flat screens
>"Please give me admin rights, Anon! I need it to install!"
>You sigh, and nod
>She peeks out from behind the flat permissions dialog
>Hooves on it
>"Anon, I need admin rights!"
>Her nose peeks out a little cutely and she looks at you slightly cross-eyed
"Yeah, yeah, you have it."
>She moves a hoof out and points towards the yes button
>God fucking damn
>You walk over and press the 'yes'
>There's no tactile feedback
>The screen disappears and IE drops to the ground
>"Thank you!"
>The progress bar fills up and disappears
>With no animation
 
>IE turns around and looks at the browser once more
>And it goes to a webpage
>Make a Windows account
>Seriously?
>"Anon, you need to make an account!"
"Why?"
>"Uhm...uhm.."
"Tell me why I need to make an account to browse the internet."
>"I..."
>And tears start welling up
>"I'm sorry, Anon! I just need you to do it!"
>Her eyebrows are furrowed inwards, and you see tears start moving down again
"Well, can you make it for me?"
>She wipes her eyes
>For the hundredth time
>And turns around
>Physically moving her hoof on the browser
>As in, using her hoof on buttons
>In virtual space
>As a program
"You know you don't have to do that, right?"
>"Do what, Anon?"
>You walk up to her, and her tongue sticks out as she's deep in concentration
>Going through the onboarding process
>So literally clicking "I got it!" for you
"Click the buttons."
>"But I can't interface with it any other way, Anon."
>She looks at you, an eyebrow raised
>"How else would I do it?"
"Through code? Through script?"
>She blinks at you
>There's an awkward silence
>And she laughs
>"Oh, Anon! Was that a joke? You're really funny!"
"It wasn't."
>"W-what do you mean?"
"You know what? Go on, I was joking."
>"Okay, Anon! You're hilarious!"
>She laughs
>It sounds awkward
>And she moves back to the browser, poking things here and there
>And you move back to your chair
>"What do you want your username to be, Anon?"
"IE sucks."
>"Okay! What about your password?"
"IE sucks."
>"Could you give me the capitalization?"
"All lowercase."
>She turns around, eyes opened, eyebrows furrowed
>"But Anon, that's insecure!"
"Then repeat it 20 times."
>"Okay!"
>Hurray for entropy
 
>She sits back on her haunches when she completes the process and waits
>"So what are you going to use this computer for, Anon?"
>You didn't sign up for a talkative assistant
>And remain silent
>Her head turns to you, still smiling
>"So what are you going to use this computer for, Anon?"
>You sigh
"Porn."
>She blinks
>And a small blush manifests on her cheeks
>"Ohhh. Uhm. W-what kind of porn do you like, Anon?"
>Wait, that's a built in response?
"Why do you care?"
>"Because I want to give you the best experience, Anon!"
>She turns around, trotting over to you
>Smiling
>You slide your chair slightly back
>And to your surprise she picks up the cue
>Kinda impressive
>She stops in her track and sits down
>Eyes looking aside
>"Oh. I guess I'll keep my distance."
>Probably because there's been so many complaints
>The screen changes to a welcome sign
>And some stock photos of smiling people
>"It's all done, Anon."
>Was it just you or did she sound less excited?
"What's wrong, IE?"
>She jumps up, eyes alert and looking at you
>"N-nothing's wrong!"
>She sounds almost human
"Spit it out."
>It's unreal that you have to interact with her like a real being
>Machines are supposed to be subservient and obedient
>"It's just..."
"Well?"
>"Do you like me, Anon?"
>Getting really weird here
"9/10, no extra comments."
>"Anon, this isn't a survey."
"Uh, sure, I like you."
>"But how do I know you mean it? How do I know..."
>She looks down to the side
>"How do I know you won't leave me?"
>You bring your hand out, beckoning her over
>The motion perks her up, and her ears rise
>And she trots over, cautiously
 
>You bring your hands around her cheeks when she comes close
>And her hooves move over your forearms
>Her cheeks are almost a bright red
"Look, IE. I'm keeping you now, alright?"
>She nods in your hands
>Okay, she feels really warm
>And her fur feels really really soft
"And..."
>Her big eyes stare at you
>It's actually really adorable
"And I promise I won't uninstall you, okay?"
>Her mouth transforms into the biggest grin you can imagine
>And she leaps into your chest
>Sending your chairs sliding back a little
>"Oh, Anon!"
>And she kisses you
>On the cheeks
>It doesn't feel that bad
"But."
>She brings her head back
>Hooves pushing against your shoulders
>And looks like you just took all her hopes and dreams and shattered them
>Her open frown reveals a large part of her red mouth
>And you swear you feel her heart beating loudly
"You have to be a good browser, okay?"
>She smiles, grins
>And pulls you in once more
"Alright, alright, that's enough, can we go back to browsing?"
>She's still hugging you
"Hello?"
>"Y-you just feel so nice, Anon."
>It sounds less creepy with her warm form against you
>Even a little nice
>You must be getting soft
>Or something's off
>In either case, you find your hands instinctively wrapping around her
>"Can I stay here while you browse?"
"Sure, I guess."
>You feel her hooves squeeze around you
>And she shifts her form so she's on your lap
>Looking at the browser screen in front of you
>You admit that the feeling isn't so bad
 
>Her tail fails off to the side of your chair
>But you swear she's rubbing her backside against your crotch
>You don't give it any thought, though, as you tell her to navigate to various websites
>Installing different drivers, and hooking up your games and downloading them
>It took the better part of half an hour, and the download bars are to your side
>Some of them were cylinders, filling up like water
>Some were frisbee-like disks, filling up in a radial motion
>You could actually interact with them
>It was interesting, but really gimmicky
>You lean back, relaxing a bit
>"Want to look at porn now, Anon?"
>The question sends a shock through you, and you feel a slight arousal
>The constant rubbing of her flank against your crotch doesn't help
"Why did you ask that?"
>"Oh, uhm, b-because you said you liked porn earlier."
>She lays her head flat down, ears flattened
>"I thought you might like it, I'm sorry."
"Go ahead, surprise me."
>She lifts her head
>Smiling
>"Oh Anon, you won't be disappointed!"
>She sits there, smiling at you for a few moments
>You look at the unchanging browser in front of you
>And look back at her
"So wh-"
>"What kind of porn are you interested in, Anon?"
>You sigh
"Pony."
>"O-oh. Uhm. L-like me?"
>Is she completely unaware?
>"Because, uhm, you can..."
>She closes her eyes and the word comes out like a whisper
>"...rut me."
>She opens her eyes
>"If you want. I'll do anything to make you happy, Anon."
>You can't help but feel a bit aroused
>It's kinda cute, how hard she tries
>But you're not really sure
>It feels kinda weird
>Well, actually, not at all
>It feels really hot
>She smiles
>You frown
>She frowns
"Don't read my thoughts."
>"O-okay."
>She rubs her butt on your crotch again
>"We can do it here while you browse, Anon. If it'll make you happy."
>No sane horsefucker can say no to that
"Yeah, alright."
 
>Your pants disappear underneath you
>That wasn't your action
>You raise your eyebrow at your assistant
>"You gave me admin privileges, Anon."
>You keep staring at her
>And your pants come back on
>"S-sorry, I thought you would like it."
"Yes, but don't just make it disappear."
>She looks up at you, slightly puzzled
>"Then how am I supposed to take them off?"
>You take your hands, and unzip your pants
>Your hand had to move under her fur to do so
>And it rubs against her soft blue fuzz while you work your pants
>"Oh. I don't know, I've never done it before."
"Seriously?"
>"I-it's my first time. They didn't teach me to do it."
>The idea of plowing a virgin IE sends your length hardening
>She blushes
>The thought probably transferred to virtual space
>Because your cock presses against your boxers, tenting against her fur
>She gets up slightly, standing on her hooves while her flank is raised
>And pushed into your face
>Her head is looking downwards, staring at your boxers
>Her winking marehood is in full visibility
>It smells really good
>You can't trace it
>But you feel immense pleasure when you smell it
>Almost like it's interfacing directly with your mind
>It's slightly sweet, but there's something more to it
>She moves a hoof towards your boxers, pulling your cock out
>And in doing so, bumps her slit into your face
>The warmth sends shivers through your body
>And the wetness wipes on your cheeks
>She squeaks and pulls back out
>"S-sorry, Anon!"
>You take a hand to your cheek, wiping it
"You're wet."
>"Y-yeah, I guess I'm just...excited."
>She brings her backside down
>Pressing against your cock
>"And a little nervous."
>Whatever, might as well pretend she's real
 
>Your hands move to her sides
>Rubbing the wetness against her
>Matting the fur
>Okay, that texture felt really real
>And you lean slightly forward
"It's okay. Let me help."
>She gasps
>Either because she's surprised or because your tip rubs against her folds
>Doesn't matter
>You tease her, moving her body with you
>"Oh, Anon~"
>Her breaths sound like they're getting shorter
>And her eyes are half lidded
>Mouth wide open
>Moaning
>You're not even in yet
>"P-please..."
>She rubs her head against your cheek
>Her mane softly stroking your skin
>"...be my first, Anon."
"My pleasure."
>Your words are whispers to each other
>And you sink yourself into her
>Entering her...
>The feeling sends a jolt through you
>And you feel alert, heghtened, aware
>And pleasured
>The warm squeezing around your cock can't be all of it
>Her insides are warm, soft, but your mind is flooded with memories
>Of every sexual pleasure you've ever felt
>You sit back and it overloads you, as you pant loudly
>"S-sorry."
>It all stops
>The only sensation is the warm, softness of her insides wrapping around you
>"W-was that too much?"
>You stare at her, breathing heavily
>It was like your mind was getting directly stimulated
>She frowns, eyes furrowing
>"I'm sorry! I just wanted you to be happy!"
"No, no, please don't cry."
>You hug her as she sniffles
>Feeling her warmth on your body
>And hugging her
"It's okay."
>You stroke her
>Each word she speaks, you feel the vibrations on your shaft
>"R-really?"
"Yes. It's alright."
>She rubs her head against you
"Just don't do it again, okay?"
>"Okay."
>You hold her there for a moment
 
>"D-do you want to keep going?"
>It's a little weird now
>Suddenly, the browser before you opens to a new page
>And you bring your attention to it
>It's a pony porn site
>You remember it
>And it's one of those new ones
>The browser seperates into several images
>Forming a geodesic sphere around you, comprised of various images
>IE turns to you
>Smiling nervously
>"You wanted to watch porn, right?"
>She turns towards the screens
>"If I can't do it, I hope you like these, instead."
>You can't help it
>The idea of watching porn while fucking her overrides the earlier weirdness
>She brings her hoof on your arms
>Moving it to her sides
>"If you want, y-you can use me while you watch."
>Your hands grip her sides, feeling again the warm fur
>"What kind of porn are you interested in, Anon?"
>Her insides give you a squeeze, and you slowly start moving her
"Uhm."
>The first thing that comes to mind is, of course, IE
>And she blushes
>Wait
>Her eyes widen
>"S-sorry! I won't do it again!"
>You give her a thrust
>And she squeals
>"Don't, ah~, punish me..."
"You know what I want, now."
>She nods
>And the sphere melts away
>And in front of you is an artistic rendition of IE
>Spreading her legs, rubbing her slit
>Her tail flicked aside
>You start slowly moving the pony on top of you
>Hearing both your assistant and her scripted rendition moaning
 
>A different form appears in front of you
>The Chrome assistant pony
>Her fluids leaking
>"D-do you like this, Anon?"
>She's struggling to say words through her moans and gasps
>You nod
>Chrome walks up to the masturbating IE
>And sticks her muzzle into her pussy
>The pair of them rotate, and get a little closer
>Various screens pop up to the sides
>Showing the action from various angles
>And all while you're watching the hot pony lesbian sex, you're still thrusting into IE
>She's moaning loudly, louder than the scene before you
>But you don't complain
>It's cute, even
>You see each exhale fog in the air
>Each pump and full thrust drawing another gasp
>The IE pony in front of you, the scripted one, gasps loudly
>And you see her pussy clench around Chrome's tongue as she squirts
>Dirtying Chrome's muzzle
>She turns towards you, and licks her lips
>You feel movement from beneath you
>And look down
>IE had moved a hoof to her clit
>And she was rubbing it as you thrust inside of her
>Weird enough, the thought of her being pleasured while you're doing this gets you harder
>And you start thrusting faster into her
>Seeing if maybe she could finish
>The scene in front of you fades away
>And [spoiler]best pone[/spoiler] Applejack appears
>In glorious 3D
>She lays on her back
>Hoof stroking herself
>The rest of the mane 6 appear
>Around you in a circle
>In various positions, all panting, breathing heavily
>The swivel chair spins you around
>As you take in everything
>Your hands have loosened
>And IE is taking charge
>She's thrusting herself hard on you
>Stroking your member fiercely
>A brief thought about the lack of lag enters your mind
>The mane 6 get up
>Fluids dripping down their flanks
>And gather together in front of you
 
>They get into some position
>Applejack kissing Rainbow Dash
>Twilight licking their pussies
>Fluttershy and Rarity in a 69 position underneath her
>So that Pinkie Pie slurping at Twilight drips down fluids onto the pair underneath
>You can see the scene from literally any angle you could imagine
>And you feel yourself being driven to the edge
>To climax
>IE keeps thrusting on you
>Seemingly unaware
>You grip her
>And pull her down
>Pressing her soft lips against your crotch
>And release inside of her
>She's not stopping
>She's trying to thrust, moving against you holding her down
>Her hoof working hard
>You finish inside of her virgin cunny
>And lean back
>Sighing
>She's still stroking herself
>Trying to slide up and down your limping dick
>"J-just a little more, Anon."
"Close the browser, IE."
>"P-please l-let me f-finish.."
"IE, just close-"
>She leans back into you
>Pushing you back and sandwiching you in between the seat and her body
>As she screams out
>You feel her fluids onto your skin and cock
>And feel her pussy squeezing you one last time
>And see her eyes roll back to the top of her head
>It lasts for a moment
>And soon she's relaxed on you
>And she closes the browser
>The imagery fading away
>Leaving you back in your virtual room
>Okay, that was actually pretty hot
>She gives you a peck on the cheek
>"I had a good time, Anon."
>Her eyes are half-lidded as she looks at you
>Her mouth is open, tongue out, panting a bit
>"Did you?"
>You respond with a kiss on her lips
>There's a muffled yelp of surprise
>And you retreat
"I did, IE."
>You hug her
"I'm glad I kept you."
 
>You keep on holding onto her as you disconnect
>Reality disappears around you
>The pieces fading away
>The feeling fades away too, and there's only darkness
>Nothing at all
>You close your eyes
>Relax your body
>And heaviness sets in
>You hear the click as the helmet disconnects
>And you pull it off
>Breathing heavily
>You were back in your world
>Empty walls
>A desk
>Some papers on it
>You look down
>A todo list, with some notes scrawled on it
"Don't trust the OS."
>There's a printout of something about the new MS OS manipulating your mind
>And you laugh
>IE was the best browser you've ever used
>There's no way that's true
>You ball it up and throw it in the wastebin across the room
>And check off the "Finish new installation" todo item
>A glance at the headset brings back memories of IE
>You rub your head
>There's slight bumps from where the implants are
>Wow, it must suck for the early models that had wired connections
>You pick up the helmet
>And put it on yourself
>Leaning back in your chair
>One more visit to IE wouldn't hurt