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// Another goddamn torch oneshot// Story: And the Rest is (Browsing) History// by Wuten//------------------------------//

	"Torch?"
	"Not now, Anon, I’m busy," the charcoal pony replies to you absent-mindedly, completely focused on her game.
	"Torch, you’ve been at this for three days now," you say, a hint of concern in your voice as you place a hand on the top of the chair, looking over her head as she plays her game. "Don’t you think you need a break?"
	"No fuckin’ way man, we’ve almost got this!" She grins, biting her lip as she times a dodge perfectly. "I’m on a roll, only two losses and that’s only because the other guys left like fucking scrublo-"
	"And you’re about to join ‘em," you say, picking her up by her front legs and lifting her out of the chair, away from the glowing screen.
	"Let me go! You’re gonna make me lose rank you cum-guzzling fucknugget!" She squirms in your grip, but fortunately you’re holding her out far enough to where she can’t hit you in the crotch. You learned that lesson the hard way last time.
	"Language. But that’s not important now," you say, setting her down on the floor. "C’mon, we’re heading outside." 
	She hisses in response, but you ain’t havin’ none o’ that. Walking past her, you grab her by the scruff of the neck, dragging her along behind you as you open the door to the outside world.
	Ah, sunlight. What a beautiful morning.
	"Eccchh, you know I hate going outside," she groans, shielding her eyes with a hoof. "C’mon, what are we doing out here anyway?"
	"Thought we could go to the park today. Just get out and walk around, y’know?"
	She laughs, shaking her head. "Anon, you’re a crazy motherfucker, I know, but you ain’t a STUPID motherfucker," she teases, turning back around to go inside, but you pick her up once more.
	"C’mon. Just this once? For me?" You smile into her face as you hold her up in front of you like a child. After a few moments of contemplation, she sighs in defeat.
	"Fine," she says, groaning. "Just this once. Now PUT ME DOWN YOU SCRUB!" she flails her hooves, leaping out of your grip and landing on the ground.
	"Sheesh. Alright, fine," you say, leading the way along the sidewalk, Torch walking alongside you. "So hey, you’re not mad at me for dragging you out with me, are you?" you ask, after a few moments of silent walking.
	She lets out a sigh, shaking her head while closing her eyes. "I guess not. But if I come back home and I’m banned because of it, you owe me."
	"Why do I owe you?"
	"Because that was a ranked game, idiot. If I lose, I drop out of Diamond rank, or worse, I get banned for AFKing," she growls. "But, you were right; it’s pretty nice outside." She looks up at the sky, and sighs once more. "Hey, you think we can grab a bite to eat on the way home? I’m staaarving," she whines, turning to you.
	"You’ve been playing for three days straight running on just chips and Vault, of course you’re starving," you tease. "Yeah, sure, there’s a place down the road from the park we can stop by for lunch."
	"Sweet. I’ll be sure to make it up to you later," she winks, continuing her stride, walking a bit further ahead of you, swaying her well-pronounced hips with each step.
	Oh. She’s playing THIS game now.
	You sigh, rolling your eyes before giving her a grin. Well, if she’s going to play that game, she’s gonna have to work for it. Luckily, you’ve been jogging the past few weeks.
	Flexing your hand, you break out into a jogging pace, and as you pass by your little browser pony, you give her a firm, well-placed slap, riiiiight on dat ass. She yelps in surprise, as you break out into a run.
	"H-HEY! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" she yells, breaking into a full gallop after you, your laughs only fueling her rage as you break into a full sprint towards the park. Her small form can only move so fast, however, and you easily keep a further pace ahead of her as you reach the entrance of the park, weaving past pedestrians.
	Torch, on the other hand, isn’t quite as graceful, consistently shoving her way past them and nearly impaling one in the crotch with her horn as she barreled right past him. She dives past another, and quickly readies herself before making a leap over the metal bars of the fence, into the park proper.
	"Huh. Didn’t think she’d make tha- oh shit gotta run!" you say to yourself, admiring the surprising grace she pulled the jump off with, before charging once more towards you.
	You don’t get far. That run really started taking a lot out of you, and unfortunately browser ponies seem to have an endless run of stamina…
	Heh. Stamina.
	Your last thoughts as you faceplant into the grass, barely grazing your arm against a nearby tree as Torch launches herself at you, tackling you to the ground under her.
	"YEAH! IN YOUR FACE YOU SNEAKY BITCH!" she yells, hoof against the back of your head as she plants herself on your back, pressing your face into the grass. "You think you can get away with that?" she grins, slamming her hips down on your back once more. "Not a chance."
	"Heheh… got you going, didn’t I?" you grin back at her, lifting your head.
	"Oh, you got me going all right," she gives you a sly wink. A few seconds pass between the two of you, before you both burst out into laughter, Torch rolling off your back. "Oh man, that was fun," she grins, turning to look at you.
	"Yeah. Aren’t you glad you listened to me?" you chuckle, picking yourself up off the ground, sitting upright. "It’s nice out, you should spend more time out here."
	"Mmm… nah. I have my comfort zone," she says, grinning cheekily up at you. "But hey. You ever want me to chase dat ass of yours again, feel free to let me know."
	"I’ll be sure to do the same," you say, relaxing back under the tree.
	A few seconds pass between the two of you, before Torch decides to speak up.
	"Hey, Anon…" she begins, leaning back against the other side of the tree. "It’s been a few years, hasn’t it?"
	"Hm?"
	"Since we met. Back then."
	You pause and smile, recounting the day.
	
	
	
	You had only just gotten back home from high school when you saw that someone, or something, had gotten into your stuff. But, the weird thing was, there was no indication of someone coming in beforehand--you always locked the door to your room before leaving. So, whatever it was had to have already been inside when you left…
	You turned the corner into your bedroom to see a strange, quadrupedal creature sitting upright at your computer desk, just staring at the screen intently.
	"Uh… hello?"
	The sound you made startled the poor creature, nearly knocking her from her seat. "Agh! Jeez, fuck, who’re you?"
	"Who am I?"
	You placed your hands on your hips, looking down at the creature, locking eyes.
	"I’m Anon. I run this shit."
	"I’m Torch. I FUCK your shit," she let loose a harsh  retort.
	"...Well played."
	"I know," she grinned up at you, before climbing back up into your chair. "I’m a browser pony. I saw the porn you were looking at last, by the way. You really should use Incognito Mode. Or, y’know. Torrent that shit," she snickered.
	"Why would I torrent porn? I can watch it for free."
	"Yeah, if you want shit," she smirked. "You know what? I’ma set you up, Anon. You got a lot to learn about the Internet. But first… back to the game!" she exclaimed with a wink, plopping her plump rump down into your chair, turning her attention back to… some top-down battle game you barely recognized.
	Ah well. Might as well watch; not like there’s much else to do...
	
	
	
	"...Yeah. I guess it has been."
	She lets out a small chuckle, closing her eyes. "We’ve come a pretty long way since then, yeah?"
	You smile, closing your eyes. "Mhm. You were less of a hothead back then."
	She grunts, giving you a playful punch in the shoulder. "I should say the opposite about you, Anon. What happened to that shithead teenager I knew, huh?"
	You look back at her, giving her a wink. "Well, people change as they get older, Torch. I guess I just… grew up."
	She smiles, nodding. "Yeah... guess we both sort of did..."
	"Some of us more than others," you tease, reaching over and pulling her head down into a headlock.
	"Agh, lemme go!" She groans, pushing on your arms, trying to escape to no avail. "C'mon, that was a moment we were having or some shit, don't ruin it!"
	You snicker mischievously, picking her up and pulling her into a hug, her back against your chest. She puffs out her cheeks in a pout, but sighs, closing her eyes and just sitting there in the hug.
	"I swear Anon, sometimes you act like a little kid," she chuckles, her orange, tapered mane lightly blowing in the breeze. "You're almost worse than I am," she grins, looking up at you.
	"Is that right?" You ask, your arms wrapped around her belly. "I think the diet is getting to you," you smirk, giving her side a playful squeeze.
	"Mmm, it goes right to my butt, which I know you like," she teases, wiggling her butt against your waist. "But hey, why are we out here in the first place, anyway? Couldn't we have just cuddled up on the couch like this or something?" She eyes you curiously, her gaze turning a bit more suspicious. "What's going on with you?"
	You sigh. Well, best come clean.
	"Torch, we're moving." You look at her with a bit of a serious expression. "I've managed to find a place about an hour from here, it's a good neighborhood and-"
	"That's it?" She asks, a deadpan look on her face. "That was you dropping the ball on me? Like, seriously?"
	"Well, yeah, I guess," you say, a bit confused at how calm she was acting. You expected more akin to a Tourettes-like outburst from her.
	She chuckles, rolling over so she's sitting up in your lap. "Anon. You know by now I'm not restricted to one location at a time. I'm a browser pony! My existence alone is proof that no matter where you or I go, we're connected," she says, tapping you on the chest. "Besides. How else would I be able to keep tabs on your stupid ass, huh?" 
	She grins up at you, before yelping as you pull her into a tight hug. "Whoa, alright there lover-boy, no getting all touchy-feely with me here," she says, patting your arm as she pulls out from the hug.
	You smile down at her, on the verge of a single, manly tear. She raises an eyebrow at you, wiping it away. "No tears, only dreams," she grins, pressing her hooves onto your shoulders. "So. Anon. We're moving out together, eh?" She asks. "When?"
	"Next weekend," you say. "I've already put in my two week notice at my job here, and have another job waiting at the new place once we get settled in."
	"Mhm..." she clicks her tongue in thought. "And how big is this place, exactly?" She leans a bit closer to you.
	"Eh... big enough for the two of us..." you hesitate a bit, but quickly find resolve. "It's even got its own finished room in the attic where we can stick the computer and stuff," you smile.
	"Ooh... very nice..." she coos, pressing her chest against yours. "Anything else?"
	You grin, bringing your voice lower. "And I maaaay have gotten a big master bedroom. Plenty of space for... well, y'know..."
	She grins, pretending to be taken aback in shock. "Anon! That's lewd!" She teases, before leaning her head against your neck. "Hey, I'm hungry. Wanna go get some pizza?" She asks, prodding you in the chest.
	"And sex?" You ask, chuckling lightly.
	"Fuckin'... you got a one track mind or something?" She groans.
	"Don't you?"
	A few moments of silence pass.
	"Shut the fuck up and gimme some dinner and a good, hard fuck."
	Kek.
	"Fine, which one do you want first?" You ask, sitting up and lifting her in your arms, carrying her.
	She wiggle-waggles her hooves in protest briefly, before settling into your arms. "Pizza..." she scrunches her face, cheeks puffed out slightly. "The good kind."
	"The stuff from that pizza place down the road?" You raise an eyebrow. "The place that charges like, fifty bucks for a pizza the size of the fuckin' table?"
	She grins up at you, giving you the big adorable pony-pone eyes.
	"...Fuck, alright, you got me. A going-away dinner." You let out a sigh as Torch quietly cheers to herself, pumping a hoof up into the air.
	The walk to the pizza joint wasn't too bad. Torch herself isn't really that heavy, so it was like picking up a very ergonomic computer tower. Which just happened to talk to you. And had a soft, plush surface. And liked talking dirty as you drive your-
	Ooookay, Anon. Time to cool it down. Save it for when you get back home.
	You set Torch down as you approach your destination, a small, almost diner-looking place. They opened up just a few weeks after you first moved in here, and they're notorious for their "Monster Pizza", where it's literally the size of the table. They even bring out measuring tape and shit to make sure it's exact… It’s almost a shame you haven’t come here in person, it seems like such a nice place to eat.
	"Fuuuuuck, I haven't been here in forever," Torch grins, pushing the door open and trotting inside.
	"We’ve never been here, Torch," you respond, completely deadpan.
	"Yeah, but like, you eat the pizza, and you feel like you’re here! Y’know?" she gestures to the kitchen with a hoof as the two of you take a seat at one of the booths.
	"That’s fuckin’ dumb, Torch."
	"You’re fuckin’ dumb, Anon."
	"Hello, can we start you off with something to drink?" one of the employees turns to the two of you.
	"Yeah. I’m fuckin’ thiiiirsty as hell," Torch grins up at the employee. "Can I ge--"
	"Actually, miss, I was referring to your owner," the employee interrupts, a bit too rudely for your personal tastes. "Sir, can I get you anything?"
	"Uh…" you pause, taken aback by the sudden outburst. And, judging from the looks you’re getting from the other patrons, they’re in the same boat…? 
	"Yeah, can I get a… Pepsi?"
	"Of course, sir, we’ll have that out for you in just a moment," the employee nods before hurrying off.
	"Wait, you forgo--" Torch begins, but cuts herself off as the employee turns the corner.
	The air around the two of you is thick with tension, and, expectedly, she’s the one to break it. "So. The fuck was up with that?" she asks, her brow furrowed.
	"I have no idea, Torch," you reply, giving a discreet look around the room. 
	You notice that most of the ponies don’t have food either; in fact, of the ones you see, none of them are eating, or having a conversation, or anything; just… sitting there, quietly, watching their owners as they eat.
	"But I have a few ideas…"
	Torch folds her front legs across her chest. "That’s bullshit. I’m just as sentient as you are, y’know!"
	"Yeah, I know… but I don’t think they care," you say, looking back to the pony sitting across from you. "Hey, what do you say we just get a pizza to go and blow this joint?"
	"Fuck that shit. If they aren’t gonna serve me like you, they’re not gonna be getting a damn cent outta me!" she slams her hoof on the table.
	"Here’s your drink, sir," the employee returns, setting the cup down in front of you.
	"Hey, buddy. Pal," Torch grits her teeth, meeting the gaze of the employee. They stare each other down for a few seconds, before her horn ignites, gripping the collar of the employee and pulling it down so they were level with each other. "You tell your management to fuck off with that ‘prejudice against serving browser ponies’ bullshit, or you’re gonna be having some problems. Capisce?" she hisses, her gaze just as fiery as the mane on her head.
	The employee pushes up from the table, the magic aura on the collar extinguishing. "I’m sorry, sir," the employee turns to you, wearing a forced smile hiding what you can only assume is blind rage. "I’m going to have to ask you to leave. We, sadly, don’t allow ‘pets’ in here," the employee turns to Torch. "...Especially if they aren’t properly ‘leashed’."
	"Leashed?!" Torch holds back no longer; with all the strength and speed you can muster, you reach across the table and grab Torch in your hands, spilling the drink in the process as you hold her back from the employee.
	"I’m very sorry," you manage, straining to hold her against your chest. "She’s not usually like this. Could we take something to go?"
	"If I may suggest, sir," the employee continues holding that fake smile. "She appears quite… feral. Perhaps she needs formatting to correct her… behavior?"
	Torch stops, mid-flailing, and stares blankly at the employee. "Wh-what?" she asks, and you can immediately tell the air in the room between the three of you had shifted.
	"Alright, that’s fucking it."
	This time, it’s Torch’s turn to be surprised; you set her down on the floor, her legs shaking a bit as she regains her standing position. Then, this time, YOU grip the employee by the collar of their uniform, meeting them at eye level.
	"You ever pick up your teeth off the floor with broken fingers?" you hiss. "Keep that passive-aggressive shit up, and you’ll be doing it real quick."
	"Are you threatening me, sir?" the employee meets your gaze, brow furrowed.
	"It’s not a threat. It’s a fuckin’ promise. No one. Ever. Says that to Torch."
	You shove the employee back a few feet, standing between the two of them.
	"Have I made myself clear?"
	"Crystal, sir. And, if I may retort," the employee grunts, brushing off the collar of their uniform. "Get the fuck out of our restaurant, before I have Danny call the cops on you."
	"Gladly. C’mon, Torch," you say, picking up the pony in your arms, cradling her still-trembling form as you slam the door open, walking out of the restaurant.
	But not before giving them a good ol’ middle finger for good luck.
	
	
	
	"H-how the fuck could s-s-someone say that?!" Torch blurts out in hysterics on the way home.
	"Shh… I know, some people are just--"
	"NO Anon, like, do you KNOW how fucking WRONG that is to say?!" she glares up at you as you carry her. "Seriously, that’s like the equivalent of someone saying ‘Hey, let’s just fuckin’, I dunno, gas the Mexicans or something’ and like, actually meaning it, and not just being an edgy memefag about it!"
	"I know, Torch. I know. You’ve told me…" you say, holding her against your chest. "You saw how I had that outburst after they said it, you know how I would never do that to you. Ever."
	She sniffles a bit, rubbing her nose with a hoof. "You promise?"
	"Promise."
	"Good. ‘Cause that shit is messed up," she says, her lip still quivering a bit, but aside from the occasional shaky intake of air, she seems mostly fine.
	The rest of the walk home is fairly silent, save for small, shaky breaths from the pony in your arms. By the time you get home, the sun has set, and you’re still hungry.
	"Torch?"
	"Hm?" she asks, a bit calmer now.
	"What if I made us something to eat?"
	"Pfff. What’re you gonna make? Cereal?"
	Hey. You make a bitchin’ bowl of dem Cheerios, mate.
	"Sounds like you’re back to normal," you say, giving her butt a squeeze as you set her down.
	She grins up at you, and as you close the door, slams her butt against you, pushing you against the door as she grinds against your pants. "You say something, Anon?" she teases, and you can both feel and see the glistening folds of her slit come into view, just under the small, star-shaped hole of her butt. "I didn’t catch that, must be a bug in my software. Care to… purge me of viruses~?" she cooes, but you push back and pin her down under you, causing her to yelp a bit in surprise.
	"Oh yeah. You’re definitely back to normal," you say, giving her ass a playful slap as you push it down to the floor. "You still hungry?"
	"I might be… what’re ya gonna feed me?" she grins, knowing the answer.
	"Homemade pizza," you grin down at her, giving her ass another slap, causing her to shiver as you stand up again, walking over her on your way to the kitchen.
	"H-hey! Wait! Get back here and fuck my circuits with that fuckin’ USB stick of yours!"
	Heheh. Blue-balled Torch is best Torch.
	For hilarity, that is. Chances are she’s gonna get payback later.
	Yup. Definitely payback… with sexxx
	
	
	
	Cooking pizza? Not hard.
	Cooking pizza, -while- hard?
	Eh. It’s not so hard.
	Cooking pizza, while hard, -and- receiving head?
	...Let’s not go there.
	Even after all these years, Torch still knows how to get you going, and that is NOT doing wonders for your culinary skills at this time.
	It’s especially weird to be leaning while cooking, you’re trying not to accidentally fall and get sauce all over you.
	But the sounds she’s making… they’re not helping your concentration.
	You stifle a grunt and involuntarily thrust, feeling yourself hit the back of her throat, which causes her to gag a bit as a reflex, but she does not relent.
	"Torch, you… really think this is the best time?" you ask, breathing in sharply through gritted teeth.
	She giggles, her throat vibrating around your cock as she pulls her head up, slowly, letting the head go free after a hard suck, leaving a popping sound echoing off the walls of the kitchen. "C’mon Anon, just think of it as training your multi-tasking! Plus, you think I’m going to let you get away with getting me hyped up for a good dicking, just to go and make some fuckin’ homemade pizza? No way, dude," she grins, giving your shaft a long, sensual lick before diving her head back down to the base, your entire member encased in her throat as she sucks and licks along it.
	"Fuck… this is harder than you think it is, Torch," you spasm, using one hand to spread cheese and pepperonis along the pizza, and the other to grip the counter to make sure you don’t slam her head against the cabinets from thrusting too hard. "I’m not some piece of technology, I have my limits, y’know."
	She looks up at you with those big, orange eyes, and you see the edges of her mouth curl up into a sly grin, as she picks up the pace even faster than before.
	You gasp out, placing both hands on the counter now as your body betrays your mind, thrusting relentlessly down her throat as she brings you to your orgasm, wrapping her hooves around your waist to prevent you from pulling yourself out of her throat. Gritting your teeth as you do your best to stifle your moans, you fire long, thick strands of hot seed into her mouth, and she gobbles it up to the last drop.
	It’s a few seconds after the last one that she lets her hooves fall, sliding her mouth up your shaft and cleaning it with her tongue, before giving the head a small kiss as she releases it. "No matter what, I love your little guy down here~" she cooes, nuzzling her cheek against your package, before firing a mischievous look your way. "Now get that pizza in the oven so you can put something in -my- oven," she commands with a grin, and you waste no time; shoving the pizza into the oven and setting the timer, you pick Torch up and sit up on a clean part of the counter, her ass pressed up against your recovering cock.
	Sliding your hands down her plush belly, she lets out a low coo as you reach between her hind legs.
	You know that phrase, "Two in the pink, one in the stink?"
	Torch has her own phrase for it.
	"C’mon Anon. One in the pink, four in the stink~"
	Yeah. It’s corny as fuck, but apparently she fucking finds it hilarious or something.
	Do browser ponies even get fetishes?
	You ponder this to yourself as your hands go to town on her lower half, teasing her winking clit with your thumb, while pistoning each of your individual four fingers against her ass.
	Her tail beats itself against your chest and you lean forward, trapping it and press your member against the hairs on the tail, the feeling of heat from her lower half even reaching all the way up your lower chest.
	And that, my friend, is just what the doctor ordered.
	Bringing your other hand up to her head, you let her suck and lick on your fingers as you tease all three of her holes, using your dextrous digits to tease the sexy software pone in your grip.
	She moans out in delight, grinding her back against your chest, her tail hairs enveloping your member and gently caressing it with each pass she makes.
	Bringing a hoof up behind your neck, she groans and pants and suckles your fingers as you work her over, her eyes half-lidded the entire time.
	Finally, she can take the teasing no longer, and she gently bites down on the two fingers in her mouth, letting you know this. Bringing that hand down and pulling your fingers out of her, you grip her by her flank and drag her up, letting her hotdog your dick in-between her powerful cheeks. The head of your cock brushing up the base of her tail as the juices coming from her slit as she grinds against you give your cock a small, glistening film along the bottom.
	"Fuckin’ put it in me already!" she protests, and you oblige her; without much pomp and circumstance, you press the tip against her ass, and then ram yourself inside, the warmth from your teasing almost overwhelming you. She lets out a loud cry of bliss as you stand up off the counter, setting her upper half onto it as you plunge into that booty, gripping her tail as leverage.
	"YES! Fuckin’ destroy my ass, Anon!" she screams, her front hooves pressed up against the wall behind the counter as you hilt inside her ass, giving it a slap with each time you pull out, causing her to yelp each time.
	You think you’ve found one of her fetishes, but she gives you little time to think about it as she pushes herself up, using the momentum to swing her back against your chest. She wraps a hoof up behind your neck once again, pulling your head down to hers in a deep, messy kiss, as she gyrates her hips against your shaft, keeping it tightly trapped within her ass as she does so.
	"You really like it when I fuck your ass, huh Torch?" you tease, breaking the kiss as your hands move to her hind legs for better leverage and control. You give her a deep thrust, hilting inside.
	"Ohhhhhhh, FUCK yes I do!" she growls through gritted teeth, letting out a shivering yelp as you give her pussy a slap like you did her ass earlier. "I want you to fuck me raw, master!"
	Master? Torch hardly ever called you that.
	Seems that her feistiness has its limits, spanking seems to give her a bit of a submissive side?
	You give her pussy a slap and hilt inside her once more, causing her to cry out in both pleasure and pain, and you lean down to her ear.
	"I’m going to purge your entire system, Torch," you growl. 
	She visibly shivers against your chest, and you give her ear a bite to hold her in place. 
	"Every thrust I make proves that you’re mine, and mine alone. You may be feisty, but I know," you accentuate this with another slap to her pussy, which causes her to stifle another yelp. "Deep down, in your core, you like it when I get like this."
	You thrust once more, using your hands to grip her waist and use her like your own personal fucktoy as you let your ear go free.
	"You like it when I’m possessive of you. You like it when I show how alpha I am. And it drives you wild,"
	You say, using the grip you have on her waist to drive yourself even deeper into her ass. She’s fairly silent, aside from the stifled yelps and guttural moans you hear barely escape her mouth.
	After a few moments, she turns and looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and a deadpan look on her face.
	"J-just... fuckin’ cum inside me already so we can have this fucking pizza."
	And so you do. It only took a few more thrusts as you were already getting close from the warm tightness of her ass, but as soon as you bust a nut inside her, she pushes her ass down to the base of your cock, firmly snug inside her.
	"So. Anon. You think I like it when you get possessive of me, huh?" she asks, finally, after a few moments pass. "That I like you when you show your dominant side? That it drives me wild~?" she accentuates the "wild" with a gyrating of her hips.
	Well, you were kind of in the moment in all of that…
	"Well, I mean--"
	"Because you’d be right," she says, looking up at you. "I -do- like it when you get like that. It -does- drive me wild. But,"
	She smirks up at you.
	"I’m already like that. So you don’t need to be, y’know? One Torch is all the two of us needs," she says, bringing a hoof up behind your head to kiss you on the cheek. "So do that stuff, but only when you feel like it. Because if you’re doing it for me, that’s fuckin’ dumb; I am -your- browser pony, not the other way around."
	She hops down to the ground, your dick sliding smoothly out of her ass as she steps forward, before turning back to you.
	"I know you’re trying to be alpha, for me," she says, smiling as she taps your shaft, eyeing the cum that was still coating the tip. "But you don’t always have to be," she winks, giving the head a small kiss, collecting the cum with her tongue and swallowing it. "Either way, you’re my master. I’ll try to make you alpha as fuck, but in the end it’s up to you to accept, and apply these lessons," she says, tapping you on the stomach.
	Wow.
	She just dropped a fucking bombshell all of a sudden.
	"Torch, where the fuck is this coming from?"
	She raises an eyebrow at you, a confused look on her face.
	"Where’s what coming from?"
	"All this philosophical shit you’re spewing," you say, meeting her gaze. "I’ve never seen you being all wordy and shit like that. You’re always like, ‘Jeez Anon, quit being such a beta faggot’, or ‘Fuckin gimme the pizza’, or ‘Your beta ass just gets me we--"
	She hops up, reaching a hoof to as high as she can go to cover your mouth. You stop abruptly, looking down at her as she gets back onto all fours.
	"I know. And I’m not sorry," she winks, "but you know that’s not all I do or say. S’just the day-to-day stuff. I’m a browser pony, Anon. I’m a lot more complex than you give me credit for, sometimes~" she says, turning to walk out of the kitchen, swishing her tail back and forth as you see the dilated hole that you just came inside leaking a small amount of cum out of it as she curls up onto the couch, tail raised and eyes closed, a relaxed look on her face.
	You just stand there, looking at her for a few moments as she sits there. Time seems to slow down between the two of you, and before you know it your train of thought is interrupted by the sound of the timer letting you know that the pizza was ready.
	Fucking hell… are you in love?