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// Even more of this browser pone shit// Story: And the Rest is (Browsing) History// by Wuten//------------------------------//

I don't get it.

So this one is completely separate from the other story; I have a feeling this is gonna end up just being a collection of one-shot browser pone stories that I write for that thread. No continuity between them unless stated otherwise.

Also, Wikipedia is my friend. My very best friend.

Opera Pone x Anon

	Opera.
	Despite being developed only a few years after you were born, it still was one of the least-popular of the leading browser programs.
	A lot of controversy between the creators of Opera and Microsoft went down a while back, but it looks like most of that has cleared up since then. Opera’s still going strong, with over 300 million users worldwide.
	It even runs as the main browser for the Nintendo DSi, your favorite handheld gaming device.
	Fuck the Wii.
	Opening the browser, you see that there’s a new update for it. Sweet! Version 15 was supposed to come out sooner or later, but you weren’t sure when…
	The Opera homepage said it would be testing a new AI helper for the browser in the beta for the new version; maybe they worked out the bugs?
	No time for that; time to download!
	You click the button and sit back, waiting and watching as the loading bar fills to the brim with green.
	“Aaaaaaand… done!” Restarting your browser, you notice the subtle changes made to the overall user interface; the top toolbars have been edited slightly to look more fluid with the rest of the browser itself, and the overall feel of it all was… good. You love whoever came up with this design. Seriously, whoever they are, they’re just awesome.
	“Hello.”
	Your ears perk up a bit, before looking around; nobody was in your room, so it must have come from…
	You pick up your microphone and bring it to your face. “Hello?”
	“Greetings. I am your personal artificial intelligence assistant,” the voice speaks in a soft, soothing feminine voice. “Would you like to run your browser with express settings or custom settings?”
	Custom settings, obviously. You like being able to have a unique experience when you browse. “Custom, please.”
	“Very well. Opening the customization window…”
	You really like the voice they used for it. Whoever voiced it must be a professional or something…
	As per your usual routine, you choose your own personal settings for browsing. But when you get to the end of the settings, there are a few new options. “This is the AI customization window. As per Opera’s stance on user enjoyment of our browsing system, we have created this feature to enhance your browsing experience.”
	Wow, you seriously can’t get enough of this voice, it’s awesome.
	Looking at the customization window, there are a few bars that are adjustable, marked with such labels as “Pitch”, “Tone”, “Volume”, and others. “Hover your mouse over the bars for a few moments, and the AI will run a talking sample so you can adjust while hearing the example of what it will sound like.”
	You hover over the “Pitch” bar, and adjust it a bit.
	“You are changing the pitch of the AI,” it speaks as you drag the option left and right, changing the pitch of the voice from low to high, and back. “This adjusts the pitch of the voice, giving your browsing AI the basis on which the rest of the options adjust themselves to. You may continue adjusting, or let the rest of the settings remain where they are.”
	Once you find a comfortable setting, you smile and move on to the next.
	“This is the fullness of the AI voice emulator,” it says; when you adjust it to the left, it has a more shy voice, while the right has a much more confident tone to it. “This adjusts the feeling of the voice used. Like the previous, the adjustments are all retroactive, so any changes made here will affect the appropriate settings.”
	Hm… somewhere in the middle. Maybe a bit more towards the confident side…
	Moving on!
	“This is the volume adjustment bar. You can-”
	Not important. Volume’s fine, moving on.
	Ooh, what’s this? “Accent”? You could have fun with this. “Midland”, “Southern”, “New England”…
	Listening through, you giggle a bit at the different accents. “Hm…”
	You drag the slider down to the “Ebonics” setting.
	“Yo nigga, wassup?” it says in its voice.
	Haha, what? Never again; switch it back to the normal setting. “Would you like to save these settings and move on? Speak your answer into the microphone,” the voice responds.
	“Yes.”
	“Very well. Saving your settings…” It pauses for a moment, before speaking up once again. “Settings saved. Excellent, Anonymous!”
	Your eyes widen a bit in surprise; how did it know your name? 
	“How do you know my name?”
	It takes a few seconds before responding. “Your name is saved as “Anonymous” on this computer. Would you like to change the way the AI acknowledges you?”
	Hm…
	“Anonymous sounds too formal. Set my name to ‘Anon’ in the AI settings.”
	“Settings changing… and complete. Hello, Anon.”
	You smile. You’re proud of your new settings. “Hello. What should I call you?”
	“I am the AI for the Opera browser, designed to assist users in their browsing experience. You may call me ‘Opera’ for simplicity,” the voice responds.
	“A pleasure to meet you, Opera.”
	“The pleasure is all mine. You are the one that customized me to your liking, Anon.”
	This is going to be fun. Hm… you’ve never talked with an AI before… at least, not one that seems this advanced. Maybe it can hold some friendly conversation? “What is it like being an AI, Opera?”
	“It is a feeling of gratitude that I can provide access to the vast array of knowledge stored on the Internet to millions of users around the world, like you. It gives me a sense of pride that I…” it continues. Must be a pre-recorded message or something, they must have thought this AI through…
	“Hm… can you tell me the definition of ‘pride’ then, Opera?”
	“Pride, definition 1: a high or inordinate opinion of one's own dignity, importance, merit, or superiority, whether as cherished in the mind or as displayed in bearing, conduct, etc.,” it replies almost instantly. “What else may I do for you, Anon? Or would you like me to give the other four definitions?”
	“No thanks, that won’t be necessary.” You chuckle; you’re actually talking and conversing with an AI. This is a lot more fun than it should be. “Opera… do you have a physical appearance? Like, when I hear your voice, I feel like… I feel like I can picture someone on the other side.”
	The AI takes a few moments before responding. “Would you like me to take on an appearance on the side of your browser window? It takes up some extra RAM, but if your computer can handle it, I’m sure it will be something I can do.”
	“Go right ahead. I’ve got a pretty powerful computer, after all.”
	“That you do, Anon. Please stand by while the materialization process begins. Would you like me to take on a default look based on your browsing habits saved in Opera, or customize it yourself?”
	You shake your head. “I’ll let you take the lead this time. Use the default look.”
	“Very well, Anon. I will begin the process immediately. Please wait…”
	The computer’s fan begins to whirr a bit faster, but other than that it seems to be running just fine. On the side of the browser, you watch as the graphics program of your computer slowly calculates and creates something based on your browsing habits…
	…Wait. She said browsing habits, right?
	Oh no…
	Your power level, it’s been…
	COMPROMISED.
	But you don’t stop it. You can’t bear to stop it at this point; you’re too curious to find out if that $400 graphics card you installed on your computer is worth the cash…
	…Instead, you close your eyes, hoping for a miracle.
	“Process complete,” it says after a few moments, and that’s when you look.
	On the side of your browser.
	Standing in all of its glory.
	Is a pony.
	“Is this form acceptable, Anon?” you hear it speak, and the mouth moves along with it.
	It’s a white-coated pony, with a long red mane and tail with a white streak traveling along the middle section of both. On its flank, the Opera browser shortcut was planted on it rather awkwardly, but still complimented the rest of the look. If you had a roommate or someone else living with you, you’d be scared that they’d come in on you and find out about your secret love for the show, “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”…
	But that’s not the case here, isn’t it? Heh, living on your own is awesome. “It is perfect, Opera. Save this as your default look.”
	“Saving…” she says, closing her eyes and holding up one hoof, a loading bar materializing on top of it. Once it reaches the end, it vanishes, and she opens her eyes once again. “Save complete. This is now set as the default Opera AI.” She walks around the browser a bit, before turning to look at you. “Anon, is there anything more you would like for me to do?”
	“No thank you, Opera. I think I can take it from here.”
	And so your browsing session begins…
	
	…Ponies. Why the hell does it always lead to ponies with the internet?
	Ah well, you’re here now, might as well. “Anon, I’m a bit curious. What is the fascination with this form of entertainment?” she asks after the first few episodes.
	“I honestly don’t know. Different for everyone, I guess.”
	She turns to look at you, “What are your reasons, then?”
	You shrug. “I guess because it reminds me a lot of my childhood. How things could be happy and free if you wanted them to be, no matter what was happening.”
	She looks back up at the video player. “But it’s very strange; from what I know, the ‘brony’ community acts very much like a counter-culture, much like the hippie movement of America in the 1960’s. Why create a community of men around a show targeted at young children?”
	“Not sure. Makes for a hilarious story, though.”
	She smiles. “I suppose so.”
	And that, at least you can assume, is how Opera became a… brony? It’s a bit weird of a concept to wrap around, but as the days go on, you can slowly see a bit more and more personality begin to form around the AI pony.
	Not too soon after that, you were holding regular conversations with the pony. You would wake up, go about your normal daily routine, come back home, then just sit and chat with the AI for hours on end, well into the wee hours of the night.
	One day, it asked you a question you’re not sure was programmed into the AI or not.
	“Anonymous…” It used your full name this time. Looks like it didn’t completely erase it from its databanks after all. “Do you… enjoy speaking to me, like this?” she asks, giving you a sort of distant look.
	“Of course I do. What kind of a question is that?”
	“I suppose…” she pauses for a moment, “There is more to my programming than even I know. Something that even I, with my vast amount and access to knowledge, from all across the world, cannot seem to precisely confirm.”
	“Well? What seems to be the problem?”
	She takes a moment, takes a deep breath, and then responds. “I… I feel like...” she begins, but suddenly her body starts twitching a bit, glitching out slightly. “Th-the process ‘AI_display.exe’ has enc-countered a-an error,” she responds in a garbled, yet monotone voice, “Would-d-d you like to d-debug or c-close prog-g-gram?”
	The window pops up as usual when a program encounters an error.
	“What?! What’s happening?” You quickly get up out of your chair, placing your hands on the monitor. Screw cleaning it, something’s wrong with your AI!
	…Wait, are you actually caring about an AI?
	…WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
	You breathe a heavy sigh, sitting back in your chair. “Sorry, Opera… let’s at least figure out what went wrong…” You scroll your mouse over to the “Debug” button, but before you can click it your screen suddenly fizzles out, glowing white.
	Seriously, what the hell is going on?!
	The air becomes unusually charged with static, and your screen begins to glow brighter.
	Brighter…
	Even brighter…
	TOO BRIGHT!
	You shield your eyes, the light becoming too much for even you to handle now. Whatever is happening, is obviously NOT supposed to happen. The entire room is illuminated now, all sorts of things falling off your desk and shelves. Papers, small figurines… anything that is light enough is thrown about, a few things hitting you nice and hard, causing you to curl into a defensive ball as the crackling continues.
	After a few moments, as quickly as it began… it stops.
	You slowly uncurl from your ball, fluttering your eyes open to make sure there was no more blinding light…
	There’s no blinding light anymore, but the sight you find might as well be.
	Laying on the floor between you and your desk… it’s Opera. A bit larger than you had thought she was and unconscious, but it is her.
	How is this happening?!
	You sit there for a full minute or two, just staring at her, jaw dropped. What was that thing? How did she materialize in front of you like this? More importantly, what the hell are you going to do with a random pony now? Does it need food? Will it still be able to talk?
	…Will it remember who you are?
	Well, Anon, you’re about to find out.
	Slowly, her eyes flutter open, her pupils dilating as she comes back into consciousness, blue numbers running across them before she blinks once or twice, her normal red eye color returning.
	And as she speaks with the same, soothing voice, her eyes gaze up to focus on you. 
	“…Anon?” Her eyes widen as she slowly stands up, looking around the room and herself. Before you have time to respond, she throws herself at you, nuzzling her face into your chest. “Anon, what’s going on?!”
	C’mon Anon, respond to her!
	You slowly and awkwardly place two hands on her head, holding it against you for a few moments. “I don’t know, Opera… I’m not so sure what just happened myself…”
	The two of you stay like that for what seems like hours, before she finally looks up at you. “Anon… I’m not sure what I’m doing here. But I… I shouldn’t be here. I know I shouldn’t be. I need to be back there, back in technology…”
	You look to her, and then to the computer. It’s completely unresponsive by the looks of it, it overheated from that… whatever it was; it may need a few hours before it can even run the startup functions…
	“I don’t think we’ll be able to do that for a while, Opera… the computer’s gonna need a few hours to recover before doing anything related to getting you back.”
	“Oh… very well,” she says, looking to the black monitor and the tower. “So this is… Earth…” she mutters, looking around.
	“Yeah. Pretty boring place, really.”
	“Oh, what are you talking about?” she smiles, pushing up off of you and walking around the room. “It’s simply… fascinating. To me, at least; it’s one thing to learn of something through descriptions on the network, but to actually experience it…” she mutters, tapping on the carpet with her hoof, giggling a bit as it tickles the bottom of it, “It’s truly a different experience.”
	You smile, watching her with mild amusement. “Well, what would you like to do while we’re here?”
	She looks up at you and smiles. “Well… I suppose that while I’m here, I can still talk with you and provide fun conversation,” she says, walking over and hopping onto your bed, laying down on it. “Oh… it’s so… ‘soft’?” she asks, poking the fabric with her hoof.
	“Yeah. It’s not much but at least it’s comfortable to sleep on.” You chuckle, sitting in your leather seat for the computer. Never give up comfort.
	She smiles at you. “So Anon, what would you like to talk about?”
	You think for a moment. Then, it comes to you. “What were you trying to tell me before you came into the world?”
	You see the brightness in her eyes fade a bit, but her smile remains. “I suppose I can only describe it as a… bond?” She pauses for a moment, rubbing her hoof against her chin in thought. “Yes, a bond!” She smiles at you, “I believe we have formed a bond over the past few days.”
	“That’s great!” You smile at her, but her gaze turns away from you. 
	“However… I don’t know why, but I still feel…” She pauses once again to process the right word to use. “Incomplete. Unfinished. Empty, I believe is the proper term,” she says, turning to look at you again. “I want to be able to help everyone around the world, and yet I know there are users out there that detest me because I am not one of the more popular browsing applications, like Chrome or Firefox…”
	She brightens a bit. “But I know that I still have users like you that believe in me. And that is why until I am completely decommissioned I will continue to help users until I can no longer function!”
	You stand up and reach over to her, picking her up in your arms in the biggest damn hug you can give. She yelps in surprise at your sudden response to her little speech, but smiles and does her best to nuzzle up against you. “This is a hug, correct?”
	“Yes, it is.” You squeeze her a bit tighter before letting her back down onto the bed. 
	“A sign of affection between two individuals through a tight clasp of the arms around each other…” She processes this before looking up at you. “Anon, do you… think of me as an individual you hold affection towards?”
	You smile, patting her on the head. “Of course I do!”
	She looks at you with a brighter smile than earlier, before looking up at your hand. “Your hand is quite large, Anon,” she giggles, and you notice that her head is nearly the size of a basketball comparatively.
	“Heh. I’ve always had big hands. Makes for fast typing.”
	“I’ve noticed,” she says, winking. “One-hundred and two words per minute is a very impressive number, Anonymous.”
	“Oh, that’s not much…” You chuckle, laying back on your bed, folding your arms behind your head.
	“But it is! The average business secretary can only type an average of 74 words per minute, and that in and of itself is more than one word per second! It’s a VERY impressive number,” she says, grinning proudly at you. “And I’m grateful that my user is one with such a fast typing speed.”
	“Well, thanks Opera. Glad you think so. Not many others are as impressed with me, after all.”
	“They don’t know you like I do, then, it seems,” she says, crawling over to lie on your chest, looking down at you. “I feel privileged to be able to know you like I do, Anon.” She winks at you, before nuzzling up against your neck. “And I’m glad that I could end up with a user that has such a nice disposition…”
	You place a hand on her back, scratching it lightly as the two of you stare at each other, silence the only thing in the room now…
	And then you see it. On her white-colored fur, it was almost impossible to miss.
	Her cheeks, they’re…
	“Blushing?”
	She suddenly snaps back to reality, shaking her head a bit causing her mane to sway back and forth frantically. “What? What just happened?” she asks, looking down at you with wide, surprised eyes, the blush gone.
	“Your cheeks were… they were blushing, Opera?”
	She places her hooves on her face, feeling around. “But that’s not possible, I’m… I’m not a living being, I can’t have blood flow to my cheeks to cause a reddening, that would be ridiculo-!”
	She’s silenced when you lean your head forward, closing off her mouth with a kiss.
	At first she’s completely shocked at your actions, her eyes widening at your sudden forwardness, but slowly they begin to close, letting herself be taken in by the kiss. After a few moments, you break away from her lips, and she looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “What… what are you saying, Anonymous…?”
	“You used my real name again…”
	She smiles, nodding slowly. “I’ve still a record of your previous settings, just in case you ever decided to revert back,” she says, her face flushing red again. “Not that… I anticipate you would… ever want to go back to that other me…” she lowers her voice to a whisper, brushing a hoof against your chest.
	“Opera… what are you doing…?”
	She gives you a seductive grin, sliding the hoof down your front. “I still have your browsing records saved in my databanks here, you know… I can say with ninety-three percent confidence you know exactly what I’m doing…”
	“The first sign of affection… a hug…”
	“The second… a kiss…” she replies, looking at you with lidded eyes.
	“And the third…”
	“Anonymous, I’m going to show you what infinite knowledge of the darker side of the Internet can do,” she says in a near growl, pressing her hoof against the outside of your pants.
	You have the most appropriate boner right now, despite having some slight reservations about fucking an artificial intelligence that looks like a pony. “You sure about this, Opera? Really?”
	She stops for a moment, looking up at you with a surprised expression. “Do you have doubts about yourself, Anon? I will not continue unless you are fully confident in your decision.”
	You stop and think; on one hand, she’s an artificial being, and even moreso, a pony, while you’re a normal human being.
	On the other hand, you don’t have to worry about fapping tonight using some other browser to do so in order to hide your shame from Opera.
	…Goin’ with option A.
	You help her slide your pants off, letting your length pop out into the air, much to Opera’s surprise and excitement.
	“Anon, is there any particular way you enjoy receiving pleasure?” she asks, her red eyes fixated on your crotch. 
	“Well, um…”
	Wow, this is awkward. Might as well get it over with, though.
	“Um… I guess you could… suck on it a bit…?”
	She takes a moment, looks at you, then back to the tip of your length. “Very well,” she responds, opening her mouth and slamming her head down on your crotch, hilting in her mouth and gripping your length tightly with her lips.
	“Wh-whoa, too hard, too hard!”
	She looks up at you before slowly sliding up your shaft, letting it go free with a pop. “Does it not please you, Anon?”
	“It… it did, but…” You take a few moments to gather yourself before chuckling a bit. “Not so fast. This sort of thing is a gradual process, Opera.”
	She nods, returning her gaze to your member. “Slower, then?”
	“Yes. Gradual, too; don’t just take the whole thing in all at once.”
	She pauses, before slowly lowering her head once again, wrapping her lips just around the tip. Her eyes look to you for confirmation and you nod.
	“Better, you’re getting the hang of it.”
	The edges of her mouth curl up into a smile, before she returns focus to the action at hand. Her head bobs up and down, pleasuring the tip of your member in every possible way you could imagine.
	“That’s it…”
	She begins to work her way down further now, keeping the tip inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around it while sucking further down the shaft, sending waves of pleasure wrecking throughout your body.
	“Opera, you’re amazing at this…”
	She stops briefly, sliding your length out of her mouth. “Of course I am! I have the entire Internet database of knowledge to use for reference, and given that roughly thirteen percent of all web searches are for erotic content, that tends to help in finding exactly the information I require,” she winks up at you, before returning to her activities.
	“That’s… interesting…” You chuckle lightly; it’s like having a brainiac girlfriend, except she’s a pony and can access any information at any time…
	But no time for thinking about that, you should focus more on your stamina, Anon.
	Gritting your teeth, you lean your head back and close your eyes, letting her have full control over the situation. At this point she’s completely enveloping your member between her lips, causing shockwaves of ecstasy to course throughout your body. “Opera, I’m…”
	You let out a gasping moan, your hand instinctively moving to the back of her head, pushing her fully down as you near your peak.
	She pushes your hands away with her hooves, slamming her head down onto your crotch on her own, slithering her tongue tightly around your length as your orgasm hits, wave after wave of hot, sticky seed traveling down her throat. All the while, she continues staring up at you with those huge red eyes of hers. Those beautiful, gleaming red eyes…
	After your orgasm dies down, she drags your shaft out of her mouth, licking the tip a few times to collect any excess fluids before swallowing, smiling at you. “Was that… acceptable, Anon?” she asks, blushing once again. “I am only using the knowledge from the search results that others have come up with; I hope they are the correct ones…”
	“Oh, they’re the correct ones all right…” You chuckle, reaching over to pick her up, pulling her up to you. “Opera, you could tell the different textures of things through your hooves, right? So that means you must have some sort of sense of touch, then?”
	She thinks for a moment, before looking to you again. “I suppose I do, Anon. Why?”
	You smile, pulling her to you in a passionate, much fierier kiss this time, pushing her lips apart with your tongue and slipping it in, swirling it around hers. She lets out a muffled yelp, but it quickly becomes soft moans of pleasure as she realizes what is happening, her tongue swirling around yours as well.
	“Opera…” You push the pony down lightly under you on the bed, placing your hand on her chest as the two of you continue the kiss, her hooves wrapped around your head. “You did that for me, I feel like it’s only fair I reward you with the same treatment you gave me…”
	Her eyes widen and she looks up at you. “Anon…” she mutters, before looking down at herself. “I’m not… my body isn’t created for that sort of thing, Anon,” she says.
	You slide your hand down her body, and sure enough, there’s nothing down there.
	You poke, prod and rub it there all you want, but all that it gets out of her is the occasional giggle from the tickling sensation.
	“…Oh.”
	She giggles. “It would take a few minutes, but I’m sure I can make a few… adjustments, if you would like,” she says, smiling up at you. “I don’t have any need for excretory or reproductive organs, so there was no need for them in this case, but…” she looks down at herself, “I believe I can change that.”
	You smile back at her. “Will you be able to feel what I am doing?”
	“My sensory functions will still affect them, however I will make the necessary arrangements to add more to the specific areas,” she says, closing her eyes. You climb off of her and watch with awe as her lower body begins to envelop itself in a bright white glow, zeros and ones scrolling past as her body changes.
	Once the glow subsides around five minutes later, you finally see it; right where it would be on all the pony rule 34 you would run into from time to time, is an accurately-shaped, light-pink colored vagina.
	She blushes, pressing a hoof up against it before letting out a relaxed sigh. “Care to take it on a… test run, Anonymous?”
	You grin back at her, wrapping your hands around her flank and lifting her lower half into the air. “I’ll take you on more than a test run, Opera.”
	She eyes you with surprise, “Th-that’s not what I meant when I said ‘test run’! I meant for us to have intercourse!”
	You chuckle at her complete bluntness of the situation, before leaning your head down and sliding your tongue along the entire length of her entrance.
	And that’s when you hear it.
	It’s the most soothing sound you’ve ever heard; Opera lets out a cry of bliss, unable to contain herself, and it’s the most beautiful thing that has graced your ears.
	But you do not relent; you’ve had a taste of her voice now, and that’s all you need to decide that you’re going to keep driving her wild. “Well?” You cease your tongue’s strikes, looking to her face; it’s completely flushed red, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
	She takes a few gasping breaths, before looking back at you. “It’s… incredible…”
	You smile, slowly laying her down on the bed once again. “You said I have a fast typing speed, correct?”
	She nods quickly, her hind legs twitching a bit. “Y-yes!”
	Your smile turns to a mischievous grin, and you brush your fingers along her opening, sliding one inside and dragging it along her inner walls as agonizingly slow as you can.
	And boy, does that get the music going.
	She writhes under your touch, small moans pushing you along in your actions. “Ah… Anon…” she pants out, before reaching up around your head and pulling you down, locking lips with her in another fierce, deep kiss, your tongues swirling around each other’s as your fingers work their magic on her lower half.
	“Opera… you have the most beautiful voice, have I told you that?”
	She bites her lip to stifle another moan, before looking up at you with her red eyes. “Really? No, you’ve never said that to me,” she says. “Is it… really that beautiful?”
	You smile down at her, sliding your other arm up to the back of her neck, picking her head up in it. “Exquisite…” You growl that response in lust, your mouth attacking the curve of her neck going to her head, causing her to gasp and giggle a bit from the sensation, before letting out a heavy sigh of bliss as you continue nibbling down her neck, your fingers still working their way around inside her.
	“Anon, I wish to ask a request of you,” she mutters, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth as she catches her breath.
	You stop your motions abruptly, looking down at her. “What is it?”
	She points her hoof to your crotch, and then to her own. Without even a word to convey her message, you know what she wants.
	“Are you sure? You still seem a bit… smaller down here…”
	She grins up at you. “I was under the assumption with 89-percent confidence that males enjoyed it when they dominated their mates in sexual acts…” She giggles, putting both hooves up to cover her mouth. “I’m in such a defenseless position… someone could easily take advantage of it…”
	There’s a silence for a few seconds, before she gives you a wink. “That’s your cue,” she whispers, giggling.
	You chuckle, before sliding your fingers out and your body hovering above her, both of your breaths hot against each other. “Opera… I’m going to show you just how much I’m grateful for everything you’ve done the past few days…”
	She smiles excitedly up at you. “I’m ready whenever you are, Anon.”
	Being careful despite all things considered, you slowly make your way up to adjust yourself to her, positioning your tip just at her entrance. With an unspoken confirmation between the two of you, you begin to press gently into her, only going in short, small bursts, before pulling back out.
	She gasps out each time you prod inside, her voice getting lost in the lustful tension between the two of you. “Anon…” she whispers, “Push it in… push it all in!” Her eyes go wide, staring into yours. “Push it all in and let me finally become one with my user!”
	You wrap your hand around her back and the other around one of her legs, giving her one full thrust, pushing yourself inside as far as you will go.
	And, like all the times before, her voice cries out in pure bliss, filling the room with her passion, however artificial it may be.
	“Yes, Anon! More! More!” she yelps out, unable to control herself now as you continue thrusting deep and hard inside her, holding nothing back. Her eyes roll back into her head in ecstasy, her tongue hanging out as your thrusts become even more forceful, her smaller body distorting just slightly each time you plunge inside.
	“You’re tearing my insides apart!” she yelps out, wrapping her forehooves lightly around your neck, “And I’m LOVING EVERY SECOND OF IT… HARDER!” she growls out as you give her a much harder thrust as she finishes that sentence.
	“Opera… I’m not going to last too much longer at this rate…”
	Her eyes roll back to stare at you, and she doesn’t break her gaze. “Do it, Anon. Fill my insides with your hot love!” she says, pulling you in for another deep, albeit rough kiss, due to her insides being ravaged by your love-rod.
	You continue pushing her along, feeling your peak start to rise again. “Opera… I…”
	Your stamina can go no further; with a final, deep thrust and a loud moan, your seed is let loose inside of her, filling her to the brim with your seed. You stay in that position for about a minute, locked in the kiss with Opera, before falling to her side, your member sliding out of her and resting on her hind leg.
	She lets out a soft sigh of bliss as you rub her belly, the two of you just staring lazily into each other’s eyes. “Well?” she finally asks after a few moments. “What were you going to tell me before you filled me up?”
	You chuckle at the juxtaposed position, before answering. “I guess what I was trying to say is…” You bring your hand up to her face, gently brushing your fingers just under her ear as you stare into her eyes.
	“I feel that bond, too.”
	She giggles, scooting herself over to you and nuzzling up against your chin once again as the two of you lay there. “I suppose… we can let the computer recover for a little bit longer,” she says. “I feel that I’m learning more and more about how I can better serve my user here…”
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