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// I Don't Even// Story: And the Rest is (Browsing) History// by Wuten//------------------------------//

Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.
I've sinned a LOT...

Firefox Pone x Anon

	All done! Printing the document…
	You smile, looking at your completed essay. Took you nearly three days to get that all worked out. But now you can finally do what the computer was meant to be used for.
	Not for delivering the Anarchist Cookbook, as one may assume; no, the true purpose of the internet showed itself a few years later.
	Porn, of course!
	Minimizing your word processor, you scroll your mouse across the screen and double-click on Firefox; the window comes up almost instantly.
	Fucking love Firefox. Ever since you downloaded it it’s been better than IE in almost every way. Addons work faster, its own HTML editor…
	And now it’s even opening up the porn for you!
	…Wait, what?
	“The hell is going on here?” There’s, like, 5 tabs that just opened all by themselves. Was it a virus of some kind…?
	No, it couldn’t be; you knew those websites were clear, and you scanned your system regularly for viruses, so how did those open on their own?
	Whoa. Now it’s getting into the weird stuff. You watched MLP with your younger sister on occasion, but this was just creating whyboners all over the place...
	You scroll your mouse up to the red “Close” button at the top-right, but for some reason it’s not closing…
	Task Manager isn’t opening either. This isn’t good; at this rate you may just have to do a hard restart of the system…
	Finally, the tabs stop opening. Holy shit, one, two, three…
	…thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine…
	…SIXTY-EIGHT TABS! What the fuck?! Something is DEFINITELY wrong with your system.
	You reach down to the power button on the tower and are about to press it when a new tab opens. This one is different; at least it wasn’t feeding your whyboner anymore…
	It’s a picture of a pony, but it has a fiery mane and tail. You remember that your little sister kept pointing out the pictures on a pony’s ass on the show; said it was a “cute mark” or something. This one was weird, though; it looked like the Firefox logo…
	And it was staring.
	Right.
	At.
	You.
	Then, somehow, it stood up and began walking toward you. Wait, was it a .swf file? .Gif?
	You move your mouse over to right-click the pony to find out. “Ack! What’re you doing?” it yelps out when you click. The menu doesn’t even pop up. “That’s no way to treat a mare that just opened up all this stuff for you!” the pony exclaims, pointing her hoof up.
	“Wait… wait, what?! How do you know about that?”
	She giggles. “Isn’t it obvious?” She leaps out of the picture window and stands on the bottom edge of your browser. “I’m Firefox! And I’ve been watching your browsing history, Anon…”
	Shit. That can’t be good.
	“Why don’t you just sit back and let Firefox take care of everything. How’s that sound?” She gives you a suggestive wink.
	…Well, it would free up both hands…
	“Deal.”
	“Wonderful!” she exclaims, clopping her hooves together. “Just sit back and get ready, Anon; I’m about to take you on a ride you’ll never forget!”
	Well hey, if it gets you going, why not? You unzip your pants, readying both hands.
	Firefox steps back a few steps, before galloping towards you once again. This time, she doesn’t stop, and the screen of your monitor begins to ripple and glow, before letting out audible pops and crackling noises.
	Shit, what’s happening now!? A power surge?
	Then, it hits you like a ton of bricks.
	Or, in this case, a fifty-or-so pound marshmallow pony browser.
	You go flying back in your swivel chair, hitting the back wall of your room and knocking over a few posters you had up on the wall.
	“So, ready to do this?” she grins at you once you recover.
	“What?! What’s going on?”
	She places a marshmallow hoof on your chest. “Weren’t you listening? I said I’d take care of everything, didn’t I?” she winks, before sliding the hoof down your chest.
	“W-wait, I, um-”
	“What do you mean? You’re backing out of my offer?” she looks up at you with her big, cartoony eyes. Damn it, she has you in a corner…
	“Yeah… I honestly wasn’t expecting this. Sorry, but I just-”
	“Nope.”
	…
	“What?”
	“No. Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to pull something off like that?” she glares at you and then points to the computer screen, her mane and tail flickering about hastily. “I just jumped through the computer screen, completed materialization, and am now offering to relieve you of your pent up lust which, judging from down here,” she jams her hoof down your boxers, pressing it hard against your rod, “You have a lot of. I can only pull this off because that computer is freaking insane, alright? The processing power, the connection speed… it just drives me wild!”
	You didn’t ask for this. But are you really going to just give in to her persuasions?
	…
	Eh. Your boner isn’t saying no.
	“Alright. Deal.”
	“Good. Now, let’s see here…” she mutters, trying her best to pull off your pants; you stand and assist her with this, but as soon as your pants hit the floor you’re forced back onto your chair.
	She starts batting your length back and forth between her hooves, before grinning up at you. “So Anon, you get a few choices with me. You can go for faster performance, or… we can use a more private session…” she lowers her voice a bit to a low whisper, leaning her head a bit closer to yours, pressing herself against your length.
	“Um… I prefer private browsing…?”
	“Playing it safe, huh? Alright, I can do that,” she winks, sliding down your chest until her head is hovering over your second head. With more vigor than you had anticipated, she opens her mouth and slams it all the way down her throat, locking her mouth tightly around the base.
	“BWAAAHH!” You gasp out in both surprise and pleasure, but she does not relent; every moment her tongue swirls and wraps around your length, her mouth still holding it inside like a vice. After a few minutes, it’s too much for you to handle and you let out a moan, releasing all of your pent up lust down her throat before melting in your chair like Jell-O™ and panting heavily.
	She slowly lifts her head up, licking the shaft clean as her lips move along it, before looking up at you. “Was that it?” she eyes you with a disappointed look. You shrug, giving her the best poker face you can pull off.
	She is not impressed. Sighing, she turns and walks away. “That’s so boring! I thought you would at least be able to go for another round!” she pouts, lying on your floor in a grumbling ball of reddish pastel-colored marshmallow. “You sure you aren’t up for another round with the best browser around?” she gives you a fiery grin.
	“Give me a moment… you took me by surprise there is all, I wasn’t ready…” You’re still recovering, but you’ll be ready for her next time.
	“That so? Alright Anon, I can wait,” she says, rolling onto her back and folding her hooves behind her head, closing her eyes. “Just know that next time we’re not stopping.”
	Looks like she’s serious…
	You look down at your crotch. It’s barely even wet, too…
	Standing up, you pull off your shirt and throw it onto your bed. If you’re gonna be fucking some pony browser-thing, at least your clothing will not have any evidence of it…
	After taking a few minutes to come to terms with this fact, you flex your fingers and grin, standing up. “Alright, Firefox. Ready for whatever you can dish out.”
	She yawns, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and a tired smirk. “You sure? You couldn’t keep up with my speed last time, even when it was a private session… what makes you think you can handle it now?”
	You point down at your now-raised and newly-nicknamed “Web Development Tester”.
	“Come and find out.”
	She eyes your lower region and gets to her hooves, walking over. “Alright Anon, what would you pref-”
	“Actually, I’d prefer running this test manually.”
	She catches on and a sly grin curls across her face. “Oh?”
	You nod, closing the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arms around her midsection and picking her up, flipping her over so that her back is facing you, yourself towering over her small figure.
	“Just… give me a moment to load, AnON?!” she yelps out as you slide a hand down her body, pressing it lightly against the two velvety lips on her underside, and the site of your soon-to-be “testing period”.
	You rub two fingers lightly around the outside, getting a feel for all of the initial sensitivities of Firefox. She’s biting her lip, but does not tell you to stop, which you take as an invitation. Curling your middle finger out and replacing its spot with your ring finger, you plunge your middle finger inside the browser pony, causing her to yelp out in surprise and pleasure! “Aah! Wh-what are you doing, Anon?”
	“Just some initial pre-test procedures, Firefox. I need to make sure there are no vulnerabilities going into this, after all.”
	Goddamn, you’re coming up with puns left and right.
	You don’t care, though; at this point you’re too far gone. Any remaining semblance of hesitancy you may have had earlier has gone out the window, and have been replaced with erotic thoughts of shoving your meat into some pony that came out of the computer.
	Yep. Not crazy at all.
	“A-Anon, could you slow down a bit? You’re opening pages left and right!” she gasps out for relief.
	Whoops. In your deeper thinking, you lost track of your speed and were completely wracking her insides with two fingers now. “Whoops. You can handle it, right?”
	“W-well of course I can, it’s just… let me know ahead of time, alright?” she brings a hoof up to her mouth, biting it to stifle a moan.
	“Looks like all the pre-test stuff is done. You ready?” You slip the fingers slowly out of her, giving her a little pinch on her clitoris as you do, causing her to gasp out once again, before turning to look at you.
	“Give me your best shot,” she grins at you, her eyes fiery with desire, and her mane and tail swaying the flames back and forth, which you’ve noticed at this point aren’t actually flammable.
	Wrapping one hand around her flank, you use your other hand to guide your length against her entrance, rubbing it up and down the opening which elicits soft, lustful growls from her. “C’mon Anon, what are you waiting for?!” Taking this as her confirmation to begin, you slowly press it into her opening, her insides quivering as you go further in. “Ohhhh yeah… c’mon, Anon, give it all you’ve got!” she hisses out. Not one to leave her waiting, you press the rest of the distance inside until you feel yourself press against what you can only assume is the limit of the bandwidth provided for you.
	Huh. It’s not nearly as much as you would like; you can only test with 3/4s capacity at this rate, but it shouldn’t be too much to worry about.
	After all, Firefox is a fairly flexible browser to begin with; you’re sure to be able to squeeze a little more in than usual.
	With that, you slide back out and plunge inside her once again, wrapping both hands along her supple flank, gripping them tightly as your thrusting continues. “A-Ahh! That’s all you’ve got?!” she groans out, her head resting against the ground as she thrusts her flank back against you. “I’m gonna show you why I’m the best browser out there!”
	Fap session turned into web diagnostics. Not the first time it’s happened for you, but this would definitely be the first time it happened in THIS way…
	Oh yeah, back to fucking pastel browser pony.
	You slide one hand to her back, pressing her upper body down against the ground as you continue thrusting, your hand suddenly becoming warm under Firefox’s mane.
	Huh. Looks like it’s not flammable but it can still warm up.
	Duly noted.
	“A-aH!” she yelps out, her lower legs quivering a bit from your intense thrusts.
	“C’mon Firefox, don’t give out on me now!”
	“I won’t, Anon!” she bites her bottom lip, shutting her eyes tightly as her lower body starts quivering. “I’m never gonna giv-AH!!” Her insides clamp around your length, holding it deep inside her as an orgasm wreaks havoc across her body, Firefox shuddering heavily as her lower body slides off your length and to the floor, her lower legs doing the splits to compensate.
	“Was that all you could handle, Firefox?”
	She takes a few moments, before panting out, “Just… just a hiccup, that’s all…”
	“Yeah. ‘Just a hiccup’ my ass.”
	Her ears perk up, and you can see she’s hiding a grin despite her recovering.
	“What’s so funny?”
	“I think…” she giggles, flicking her tail to the side. “…I think you should check and see if I have any Trojan backdoor viruses.”
	Oh.
	OH.
	OHHHHH.
	The look on your face must give away your thought process, because she’s giggling madly now. “What’s wrong, Anon? That stuff too complicated for a big computer wiz-kid like yourself?” she winks slyly at you, standing shakily on her hooves.
	With your member still tingling with lust, there’s not much you can argue with at this point.
	She places both forehooves onto your chest, pushing you back onto the ground under her. “I think it’s my turn to control the testing now. What do you think, Anon?”
	The puns are really starting to get to you, but you nod anyway.
	“Alright, here we go!” she exclaims, turning around and lining up the head of your shaft with her backdoor. With one final nod of confirmation between the two of you, she lowers down onto it, enveloping your length into the innermost depths of her programming.
	It’s almost overwhelming for you even entering into it; it’s so jam-packed with code that you wonder if you would ever be able to find ANY sort of virus in it.
	Once she reaches the base, she takes a moment to recover and you get up against the bed, supporting yourself against it as she begins slowly moving up and down on it, each time letting out soft moans of ecstasy as she goes on. As she picks up in speed, she presses her upper body against yours, nuzzling her head into the crevice between your shoulder and neck as she continues on, moving faster and faster with each time. “C’mon… Anon… I want to make sure I’m clean of any viruses, just for you…”
	You wrap your arms around her midsection, one hand slipping down to her other testing process as she thrusts down against it, stimulating both of them as she continues.
	“Keep it up, Anon…” she growls, nuzzling up against your cheek now, her mane and tail heating your body as she begins to grind her flank against you. “Heh… at the rate we’re going, I’m gonna need to use more RAM… you don’t mind, do you?”
	You chuckle and shake your head, before bringing your other hand up to her chest, holding her against you as you begin taking charge of the situation, thrusting upwards into her as she grinds against you. She suddenly has a random burst of energy, speeding up on her grinding and wrapping one forehoof back around your neck, supporting herself as she lets out short gasps with each thrust you make.
	“Right there, Anon! I think you found one!” she hangs her mouth open, letting her tongue go loose as you match her speed, pressing her down onto your length, giving her very little reprieve from your lustful onslaught. “Anon, I… I think you’re almost done… right?” she gasps out, moaning as your thrusts become more forceful.
	“Almost, Firefox…” You grin at her, tilting her head towards you. “And I have to say you’re the best browser I’ve ever used…”
	Quickly, she lurches her head to you, locking your lips together in a kiss as you near your peak.
	“Firefox, you’re…” You separate for just a split moment to finish your sentence, Firefox slamming her flank down onto your shaft one final time, holding it there. “Blazing fast!”
	Her eyes widen and both of you let out harmonious moans of bliss as you release your seed inside her, sending all of your antivirus-
	Okay, that was a terrible pun. You jizz in her butt. End of story.
	
	“Anon…” she mutters a few minutes after your exhausting virus scan, “You… you did it…”
	You smile at her, brushing your hand lightly against her cheek, feeling the warmth coming from it. “Yeah. The test was a success.”
	“Anon, you know you can stop with the terribad puns now, right?”
	…Whoops. Forgot about that. “…Sorry.”
	She giggles, nuzzling against your chest. “That’s alright. After all, you did take care of that nasty Trojan that wormed its way into my backdoor programming,” she says, looking up at you and smiling. “So I have to thank you for that.” She leans up and places a light, warm kiss on your lips, before slowly standing up, wobbling a bit before gaining her balance.
	“So… that was a one-time thing?”
	She winks at you. “I’ll keep an eye on you and your browsing history, Anon. I have a feeling this won’t be the last time.”
	With that, she turns to face the computer once again, but before she can make her move you pick her up and swivel her around, pulling her in for another final, much more passionate kiss. Her eyes widen in surprise at first, but she slowly closes them, joining in the passion between you two and sealing her promise to you…
	But, as all good things begin, they must also come to an end…
	She breaks the kiss and gives you one final, loving smile, before turning and leaping at the monitor screen. The screen ripples and glows like it did when she first came into the world, then crackles as she makes her way inside…
	And then stops.
	“What? Oh damn, not again… one sec, Anon!”
	Heheh. Her butt got stuck in the portal-thing.
	It takes a few moments, but with a few quick wiggles, she manages to slip free and slide the rest of the way into the computer. With your newfound companion gone, you let out a heavy sigh and walk over to your swivel chair, sitting on it and scooting across the room to your computer.
	The sixty-nine tabs that opened when she first arrived are still open…
	…
	You’ve had enough for one day. Time to rest and play some vidya…
	Closing the browser, you hover over another icon…
	“Crysis 3… I don’t think I’ve ever run this on this computer yet…”
	Smiling with excitement, you double-click the icon…
	And then the screen goes black.
	…Shit!
	You didn’t save your document before the computer crashed… now any revisions that you made will have to be re-done…
	Today’s has been, and is going to be, a very long, very weird day.

End