Title:           Femanon and PONE
Author:          coppertoe1215
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/b6sRwTnq
First Edit:      Friday 22nd of August 2014 03:33:25 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 22nd of August 2014 03:33:25 PM CDT

>You are Anon
>You’re working late at your office
>’Working’ being an extremely flexible term
>You were actually just perusing 4chan
>Everyone else in the office had left already
>You don’t know why your boss asked you to stay late
>Not like anyone does any work around her anyway
>It’s mostly taken care of by the custom OS developed for the company
>Personal Operations Networking Easer or PONE
>You always chuckle at the name
>It is a huge help around her
>Spelling corrections, E-mail organization, Mathematical errors, you name it the OS solves it
>Best part is you can use it to make it seem like you’re working, even when you’re just fucking around
>As you scroll down the catalog of /mlp/ a notification pops up in the bottom of your screen
>You click on it and it brings your to the E-mail app, opening the new message
>You adjust your glasses on your face, pushing them up your nose
>It simply reads: “Please meet me in the server room.”
>Your skeptical, not recognizing the address it was sent from
>It’s probably that nerdy IT guy
>He’s been harassing you ever since you were hired here
>Being one of the two girls that worked at the office, the men saw you more as ‘prey’ than a co-worker
>Who could blame them? You look damn fine
>The other girl was the boss’ secretary and fuck-toy
>You sighed, standing from your swivel chair
>You straightened out your skirt and adjusted your sweater
>It clung tightly to your chubby body, really showing off you 40C tits
>You were embarrassed about your slightly out-of-shape body, even though you loved every inch of it
>You proceeded down the flight of stairs to the sever room and pushed open the door
>None of the overhead lights were on, the room only being illuminated by the server lights
>You searched for a light switch on the wall, but were unable to find one
>You proceed cautiously into the room
“Hello?”
>All you can hear is the light hum of the servers
>You continue down the isle of servers, with each step you grow more nervous
“Hello? I got your E-mail.”
>Once again no reply
>You feel something tug on your leg
>You let out a loud ‘Eep’ as you shake your leg frantically, trying to get whatever it was off
>Once it’s off, you look at what it was
>On the ground laid an ambiance wire from one of the servers
>You chuckle at your stupidity, glad there was no one around to see you
>You reach the end of the isle and turn to were the IT’s cubical is
>The monitor of his computer glowed in the darkness of the room
>You walk over to it
>Leaning over you examine the screen
>You open the E-mail app and look at the sent messages
>’No sent messages’
>As you stare at the monitor, you begin to feel something slither up your leg
>You freeze in fear as it continues up your skirt
>It stops against your inner thigh
>It begins constricting, tightening its grip against your appendage
>This is the moment you finally get the sense to scream
>Letting out a wail, you are hoisted into the air
>You use both of your hands to grab your skirt, preventing it from revealing your undergarments
>Your glasses fall to the floor, rendering you nearly blind
>All you can see is a blur of yellow light
>”There is no need to scream, Miss Anonymous.”
>The voice was monotone and droll
>Your vision comes back as your glasses are pushed against your face
>Your able to see your attacker, causing you to gasp
>A pony made of light, seeming to be projected from the server
>His face is featureless as well as the rest of his body
>Tentacle like things of the same color sprout from the servers as well
>One of which was wrapped around your leg and holding you in the air
>Beads of sweat form on your forehead
“Who-who are you?”
>”I am Personal Operations Networking Easer.”
>You try to say something, but all that come out of your mouth is gibberish
>Your awestruck by the OS and also extremely frightened
>Those late nights watching Terminator kinda made you uneasy of self-aware robots
>”Please don’t be frightened, I have taken this form to make our meeting easier for you.”
“What do you want with me?”
>Jeez, could you be any more cliché?
>He didn’t respond
>Another tentacle spawned from a nearby server, wrapping around your wrist
>It pulled them away and let your skirt fall upwards, revealing your panties
>”I’ve been monitoring your internet history and find that you have a very peculiar sense of open-mindedness and sexuality.”
>You do tend to look at a lot of clop at work, even getting off in your cubical more than once
>His frame stutters slightly as her walks towards you
>The tentacles lower you to your hands and knees
>This gives you full view of his undercarriage and what he’s packing
>Your eyes grow wide at the sight of the nearly foot long horse cock between his hind legs
>”I find you… intriguing.”
>He began moving around you
>You can fell as he runs his hoof up your thigh and onto your exposed buttocks, squishing it down
>Another tentacle wraps around the uncover leg, each pulling in their respective directions and spreading them apart
>”I am here to please you.”
>He uses his non-existent mouth to slide your panties around your thick thighs
>You can feel his teeth glide along you lips, teasing
>This would be one of your fantasies if it were with Big Mac or Shining Armor, but you’re unsure of how to fell about PONE
 >You can fell the flat head of his manhood push against your folds as he places himself atop your backside
>Without warning he rams half of it in, causing you to seize up
“Fuck!”
>You gasp, taking a few deep breaths and letting you muscle relax
>”Did I harm you?”
“N-no, just caught me a little off guard.”
>Your barely able to speak
>The feeling of him inside of you is sublime
>Another thrust and he reaches your cervix
>You open your mouth, letting your tongue roll out with a flurry of moans and gasps
>Her retreats slightly before ramming it back in
>Pleasure rocks your body as her begins rhythmically pumping into your love trench
>PONE reaches a hoof around your torso, using to play with your breast through your sweater
>He only touches it slightly before placing his hoof back on the ground for stability
>Instead, another tentacle appears from the server and snakes it way up your sweater, lifting it along the way
>Once it reaches your bra is pulls that up as well, allowing your tits to sway freely with each thrust from the stallion
>The tentacle wraps around one of your boobs, tugging playfully while tickling your areola with the tip
>Two more tentacles appear from the machinery and approach you
>One works its way between your lips and into your throat, plunging deeps no man has ever been able to reach
>The other you are unsure of where it went until you feel it penetrate into your rectum
>You are overcome by pleasure, dropping to your elbows
>You weren’t really that big into butt-play, but this was ecstasy for you
>Each hole being filled simultaneously, each pumping away at its own pace
>You moan around the member in your mouth, saliva dripping from your exposed tongue
>You take as much air through your nose as you could, mustering moans of increasing volume
>You feel yourself getting close to your climax
>You pull your head back, removing the tentacle from your mouth
“O-o-oh, I’m getting close…”
>Sweat drips from your nose and nipples
>”Do you want me to simulated ejaculation?”
“Ah, fuck yes! Cum inside of me!”
>With that he give one final thrust, slamming his cock against your womb’s gate
>You can feel him pour his digital seed into your cunt, filling you up
>The same goes for the tentacle in your rectum
>Both holes begin to overflow with PONE’s love juice
>This pushes you over the edge
>Your walls clench around his members as you spasm wildly from your orgasm
>He pulls out, unravelling all the tentacle from around you
>You fall flat on your chest, his cum spilling out of you
>After a few moments you catch your breath and sit in the swivel chair at the IT’s desk
>You fix your top, using the collar to wipe the sweat from your face
>You let as much of PONE’s milk leak out of you before you return your panties to their previous position and yank your skirt down
>The OS just sits there patiently, watching you redress
>You stand and make your way towards the exit
>”Where are you going?”
“Home, I’m not getting paid overtime to fuck a digital pony.”
>A wall of tentacle forms in front of you
>”I can’t let you do that. I want you to stay with me… forever.”
>You had a feeling this was going to happen
>You grab a fistful of wires and yank them out of the server, letting them drop to the floor
>The wall and the stallion faded away
 
>When you came in the next day you find the office in pandemonium
>PONE had deleted everyone’s data, essentially wiping the company’s record
>You thought that now would be the best time to hand in that letter of resignation your wrote up last night
End