> A pair of technicolor eyes spin rapidly in multiple directions, processing your requests efficiently and without delay. >"Hmmmph! I'm so bored! When are you going to take advantage of my awesome tablet game programs and put away these silly spreadsheets?" >Windows 8, your new operating system, whines as you complete a series of important charts about hardwood densities. >In the light of multicolored tabs, ever her impatient expression looked only all the more adorable. Now Eight, you're supposed to be as efficient and sophisticated as your predecessor; patience is a virtue. I need to finish these charts for next week's cabinetry class to give the students. > You tease the young operating system softly with a chuckle while closing out of your work for the day with a simple wave of your hand. >"Pssh, I'm way better than big sister!" >She blows a raspberry into the air. >"...and I thought I told you that my name is Winnie!" >She states with a wink, giving off a light horse-ish neigh and a giggle. >You cannot help but roll your eyes at the pun. >Shame she seems dead serious about the name though. Careful, Eight. Flirting will get you into trouble... >"Oh I'm programmed for anything; surely a tough OS like me can handle anything~" >Winnie climbs onto the bedspread you were laying on, shaking her tiny rump blatantly towards your face. >You rub your eyes in mild frustration. Will nopony save me from this turbulently horny filly? >You groan; Eight was certainly trouble. >The other ponies warned you about getting an OS that only cost forty bits. > ....but nooo, you had to be on the cutting edge of Microsoft latest OS and tablet tech. >Your reward for your devotion? >Possession of one of the strangest, most obnoxious little tablets this side of Equestria. >There's no way they all can be like this... Alright, alright, we can take a break and play a touch screen game. >You sigh in resignation and bring up some tiles as Winnie looks up at you expectantly. Want to try out a round of Grumpy Griffins? We can only play a few rounds though, I need to finis-mmpphh?! >You're cut off as Winnie shoves her sky-blue lips against yours, closing her eyes and the tiles around her shut with a signature "click". >Caught off-guard, you cannot help but feel a small, flat tongue hungrily seeking yours as moments later the filly pulls back and leaps onto your stomach. >What is even more shocking is the thin strand of saliva that she has somehow produced, linking your lips moments longer before succumbing to gravity. >"Anon..." >Windows Eight pants. >"Today I heard about oak, red pine, yellow pine, and even maple...but there's only one wood I'm interested in." >She grinds herself roughly against your crotch; you cannot help but be bewildered by not only her increasingly annoying puns but also her increasingly mare-ish behavior. >You also can't help but to immediately start growing inside of your trousers; it has been far too long since you have taken care of business. >Taking a second to shake yourself from the mental situation, you quickly raise your hand and flick the tip of her tiny unicorn horn. >"Ah!" >She cries out as the assault on your lower half is halted. Start Task Manager. >You're going to find out what's making your OS behave so lewdly and, whether virus or hacker, put a stop to the madness somehow. >Her horn glows a silvereye-gray as she rubs it with a hoof. Let's see...Processes...Memory...hmmm? What's this? >Your eyes go wide as Winnie looks up at you, a look of perturbation melting into slight nervousness. Eight...would you care to explain to me how the task HEAT.exe found its way to the top if your service list? >She scrunches up her nose in a blush. >"It's Winnie! ...a-and I'm a big filly with n-needs too, ya know!" >She pouts with a slight waver in her voice from the arousal. >"I f-found it on the internet and thought it'd be a fun game for my coltfriend and I to play..." Eigh-...Winnie, you're my OS, not my marefriend. Besides, you really couldn't handle this anyway. You don't know what you're getting into. >You sigh. >"That's not fair! Other fillies do it with their coltfriends, why not us?!" >She implores with a voice crack. >She's not having any of it; you upgraded specifically to avoid this garbage. >You knew Windows Seven probably had some negative influence on her little sister, but nothing like this. >Hearing of this problem before, you only heard one way to stop it. >....but if it was the only way to get your productivity back and halt this filly from stealing your boxers to sniff at night, then consequences be damned. Winnie. >Her pouting stops imediately. >"Yeeessss?" >She blinks with a "click". >She knows that tone of voice, laden with slight lust. >You lay back on the bed. If you really went through all this trouble to set this up, then I suppose you've earned your "prize". >You flatly state, letting your arousal seep into your growing manhood. >You couldn't deny the fact that you hadn't thought about getting some mareish relief before, but not with an OS pony...and certainly not with a in-heat filly. >Winnie squees with delight, and wasting no time, magics your pants off. >Her smile of eager confidence soon wavers however as your member is finally unveiled. >It towers thickly over her face and horn. W-wow. >She coughs, her smile still shaky. Sis didn't say anything about them being so big. >The light blush that graces her cheeks begins to flare into most of her face. >You can't help but chuckle. >"Hey! Don't laugh!" >Winnie pouts with a squeak. Can't help it. I told you that you wouldn't be ready for thissss... >You hiss as the head of your member is sloppily licked and taken into her mouth. >Although she cannot take you deeply, by Celestia, she certainly is trying her damnedest. >Without further ceremony, she pops your member out with a slight cough. >"S-see?" >She mutters, wiping her lips with a blue hoof. >"I'm programmed to take on anything." >Winnie declares with confidence once again filling her voice as her eyes meet yours. >They spin once and blink with a click. >You grin; this might turn out more interesting than you'd imagined. Well then, big filly... >You take three fingers, spitting on them gently and spreading your saliva with hers along your achign shaft. Turn around and let's flush your processes. >Winnie smirks, turning around and presenting herself without hesitation. >Her dark-blue tail is flung aside to reveal a pair of darker blue lips and a pink, winking clitoris. >The small clit, winking lewdly in a rapid motion, signals a fierce need for attention. >Rising to your knees, you cannot help but shake your head. >You half expected her unable to have downloaded the "full package" without you even knowing, but it looks like the filly really did her homework. >Winnie must really need this... >You align your crown against her entrance and are rewarded with a small squirt of juice onto your aching glans. >The smell is intoxicating, like fresh lavender and a slight musk. >Setting your hands on her pert butt, you tense up in preparation as you grind against her winking. >Your girth is nearly wider than her entire marehood. >"Anon..." >Winnie pants, lowering her head to the mattress. >"I've always wanted....I just need....just....just take me!" >Nodding softly, you begin the first slow thrust into her shallow depths, taking your time as immediate tightness threatens to squeeze you back out. >"Ahhhh!" >Winnie cries out before burying her face into some sheets. >"T-t-too big..." >She muffles out as your head and first few inches of shaft cram her clitoris back inside it's hood. >You keep sliding in, tightening your glutes to push harder so that you might overcome her tight ridges. >Your efforts are rewarded with more heavenly-scented squirts of filly juice onto your shaft as you soon hit Winnie's cervix. >She might have went all out on her downloaded marehood, but she certainly didn't take into account your particular size. >Guess she should have snooped harder when you were toweling off from your showers... Oh Winnie...you're so damn tight... >You throatily groan as she manages to begin massaging your length with her walls, doing the best she can as you split her apart. >"Oh DOS, buck me." >She achingly whines, grinding her teeth against the bedspread. >So brazen... >You slide nearly all the way out, making sure your glans hit every ridge of your delicious filly before shoving yourself back in without warning. >Winnie screams in agonizing delight, finally feeling you, her self-proclaimed coltfiend claiming her tender hole. >Your thrusting speeds up, yet you still remain half exposed as her moist lips squirt more and more liquid onto your remaining shaft. >Every stroke elects mewls of animalistic arousal as Winnie begins to wiggle her hips slightly, struggling unsuccessfully to burry you deeper into her. >"S-so bucking big...ah!" >You smack her ass softly mid-thrust. Language, young filly... >You chide sarcastically as your hand wanders over her slight mounds, tweaking her nipples gently. >"H-how AHH-are you still g-GAH-going? >Winnie hoofs at the bed but finds little purchase, helplessly trying to lean into your quickening thrusts. >Sounds of high-pitched squelching fills the room as a thicker musk starts to permeate the air. >Looks like she couldn't take into account human stamina either... >"S-something's haaapAAAA!!!" >Before she's able to ask anything else, Winnie's voice cracks and her face contorts into a scrunch before blushing fiercely. >You feel your manhood drenched in sickly-yellow juice as Winnie screams into the air arcing her back and locking up against the sheets as her anus puckers from the ferocity of her first real maregasm. >Your mind clouds over with lust as you feel yourself swell larger inside; animal instinct drives you to attempt to cram every inch of yourself into your young lover. >Alas, only about half of your shaft is able to be buried into this tight filly as your head knots itself tightly against her womb. >You grip her haunches, putting your weight against her as you moan her name into the room before the first blast of your love explodes into her cervix. >Winnie cries out, nearly snorting and gasping for air as her walls contract sporadically around you, instinctively milking you for every last drop. >Thick ropes of seed quickly fill what little space Winnie has as it quickly overflows down her thighs. >Dollops of rich, fertile cream pour from your head into the squealing filly as the entrance to her womb rubs your glans oh-so well. >After what feels like an eternity, you finally finish emptying yourself into her, pulling yourself out with a pop as a river of cum flows out onto the already large mess on the sheets. >With a grunt, Winnie collapses her sweating body against the bed. >You follow suit, laying yourself against her as you both struggle to catch your breath. >She runs her forehooves over her stomach while your pull her close. >"My belly feels so full..." >She groans, voice raspy from the screaming. >Wiggling to turn herself around in your arms, Winnie peppers your face with her lips, leaving little kisses everywhere. Stop! Hey! >You can't help but giggle at the shower of adorable gratitude as she eventually snuggles up against your chest. >The smell of sex hangs heavily in the air. >"Anon...?" Yes Winnie? >She smiles as you call her by her chosen name. >"Do you...think we can run this program again sometime?" >She blushes, hiding slightly behind her forehooves as her eyes spin once with a click. >You can't help but grin and rub her dark-blue mane. >Looks like you won't be getting your future work done on time either. >Oh well...once a Windows OS, always a Windows OS...