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// Damn, something I'm actually semi-proud of// Story: And the Rest is (Browsing) History// by Wuten//------------------------------//

To all who may be offended by some of the language in this fanfic:

I’m not sorry. It's a fucking fanfic about a pony fucking a human. Get over yourselves.


Torch Pone x Anon

	“Toooorch! I’m home!”
	You skip merrily into your room, carrying bags of groceries on your arm and in your hands a large, cardboard box.
	“Sup Anon?” you hear her voice call from in your computer chair. “You bring the goods?” She turns around to face you, a grin plastered on her face. “You know how we both need them to survive…”
	“She” was Torch, your best friend and your browser pony. Yeah, it sounds weird enough, but this is actually a ‘browser’ pony; she came through your computer one day while you were away from it, and when you got back she had eaten all your potato chips and had been duking it out on LoL against level 30 players like it was nothing.
	Her coat was different from other ponies you had seen from the show; rather than the usual bright pastel colors, she had taken on a sleeker, darker coat, with her mane and eyes a bright orange color.
	“Duh. And I got us something even better, too; check it out.” You set the box down and put the grocery bags in their designated spot on your table, before kneeling down to the box. “It’s perfect… the next OS for the computer!”
	Her ears perk up. “Wait. Hold the fuckin’ phone for just a minute. Are you talking about-”
	“Windows 8!” You beam proudly at her, but she just stares at you with a completely stoic expression, her eyes showing no enthusiasm for this sentiment.
	“Downloaded the full version of that shit from a torrent already. Fucking sucks. Deleted it and reverted back to Windows 7,” she says, waving her hoof dismissively.
	“B-but… Windows…”
	You pick up the box and shake it in her face a bit, before she swats it down onto the ground. “DON’T TOUCH ME WITH THAT SHIT!”
	Oh yeah. Forgot to mention; Torch can get to be a total bitch sometimes.
	It’s not like she tries to be one, though. It just sort of… happens.
	You noticed it a few hours after she had appeared; the two of you were taking turns playing League of Legends on your computer, and as per the usual fare, you weren’t doing nearly as well as she did.
	
	“God damn it master, that champion has a texture glitch on its Q!”
	“What does that mean?”
	“Try aiming it next to that faggot. Try to lead him with it.”
	You do it, seeing that even though the spell itself should have missed, the character is rooted nonetheless, netting you a kill.
	“Oh fuck yeah, thanks Tor-”
	“STOP SUCKING SO MUCH DICK ANON! FUCK'S SAKES I'M TAKING OVER!”
	“W-wha?”
	“I-I mean uh... sorry about that I don't know what's making me say those awful things...”
	
	Yeah. It happened every so often, more or less something like that.
	“So um… Torch, I was thinking abo-”
	“Watching Jango? Already downloaded the video, ordered your favorite pizza WITH 2 liter, and I'm torrenting three feature length films still in theatres.”
	“Oh wow that's awesome! Thank-”
	“GET ON MY LEVEL YOU DOUBLE NIGGER!” she gets in your face, grinning with eyes wide as she gets up on two hind legs, gesturing to her crotch and pelvic-thrusting.
	“I don’t think that’s a real thing, Torch.”
	“Fuck you, Anon,” she grunts, “Just shaddup and come on over here, let’s grab a few more things to make sure we’ve got a night set up.” She turns, swaying her hips a bit before hopping up into your leather chair, controlling the browser by just staring at the screen.
	You stand and walk over, folding your arms over the top of the chair, staring at the browser with Torch sitting below you. “Hey Torch, mind grabbing media from Vimeo?”
	She looks to you with the rage of a thousand suns, silently glaring at you.
	“…I-I mean uh... media from somewhere that isn't Vimeo?”
	If looks could kill, you'd probably end up being a Fallout-esque bloody mess.
	“C-Cause Vimeo is for filthy casuals?”
	Torch smiles brightly at you now. “Good Anon! You're learning, and I also hope you'll eventually learn to accept that I love anal....”
	“I-I've never done that before.”
	“I'm not talking about fucking you in the ass, you silly pleb; I'm talking about mine,” she says, wiggling her flank in the seat.
	“Doesn't change my answer...”
	She grins, giggling a bit. “Oh Anon, when will you learn to not be so beta?” she asks.
	“When you actually come up with decent insults that make sense, I’ll consider it.”
	She laughs, lifting her forehooves up to hang on your neck, pulling you down into a playful kiss. “I fucking love you sometimes, Anon.”
	You chuckle, returning the kiss, letting your arms hang down onto her shoulders, massaging them a bit as the two of you continue your kiss.
	“Just know that I’m gonna fuck you so hard next time I get the urge,” she says, releasing you from the kiss. “Which might be sooner than you expect,” she winks, spreading her hind legs in the chair a bit, setting her hooves up on the desk, giving you a complete view of her genitalia.
	“Well that’s something I can loo- Wait a minute, you’ve been looking at porn while I was out, haven’t you!”
	She giggles mischievously, switching over to one of the other tabs, filled to the brim with rule 34. “You caught me red-handed. What’re ya gonna do about it? I’m your browser, after all. I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
	You grip her under her shoulders and pick her up, letting her dangle in the air above your chair. “Hey! Lemme go you dickwad!”
	“And I’m your user, smartass. I’m the one in charge.” You grin down at her, quickly slipping your arms under her shoulders into a full nelson. She hated when you did that.
	“Damn it Anon, lemme go! I’m serious here,” she shouts, struggling helplessly in your grip. “I’m gonna beat the shit out of you if you don’t!”
	You chuckle, before letting her go back into her seat. “Next time you do that I’m downloading all of the CP I can onto your computer. Have fun explaining to the cops that a pony downloaded all that shit on your harddrive,” she looks up at you with fierce orange eyes.
	“You wouldn’t do that.”
	“Wanna bet?” she asks, opening up a new tab and typing “cute little boys taking a huge rod in the ass” into the search bar.
	Shit. She means business.
	“Alright, deal.”
	“Good,” she says, closing the tab. “Now then. What else did you bring? You had some bags with ya when you came in.”
	“Just the usual. Chips, soda, the works.”
	“Fuckin’ rad,” she grins, hopping out of the chair. “You didn’t get any of that Monster shit, did ya?”
	“No way.” You remember what happened last time…
	She didn’t let you sleep soundly for three days after that.
	“Good. That shit tastes like fuckin’ corn syrup with some fruit randomly thrown in. Nothing like Mountain Dew or that stuff you brought last week.”
	“Vault?”
	“Yeah! That’s the good shit right there,” she says, placing both forehooves on the table, searching through the bags you brought home. “There we go! That’s the good stuff,” she says, pulling out a whole bottle of Mountain Dew, unscrewing it with her teeth.
	“But that one’s mi-”
	“Anon, if you weren’t such a pussy, I’d be screwing you so hard right now for bringing this, just letting ya know,” she says, taking a long swig of the green fizzy drink.
	…Well.
	“Oh, and that pizza and 2 liter? Yeah, it should be at the door any second now,” she says. “Don’t worry about paying him; I already took care of that.”
	“Oh, sweet, I- Wait, you used my credit card, didn’t you!”
	She groans. “Well, I can’t exactly buy my own shit, y’know,” she gestures to herself. “Pony? Y’know, a BROWSER pony? Hellooo, Earth to dipshit, I can’t be seen!”
	A knock comes from your door. Shit, here we go…
	“Alright. Hide and I’ll take care of it.”
	“Pssh. Whatever, I’m going back to playing more League,” she scoffs, hopping back into the computer chair with her soda bottle half-empty.
	You’ve noticed that ever since Torch came into the real world, you’ve been heading to the store more often…
	Opening your door, the pizza guy quickly hands you six boxes of pizza and sets a 2 liter of soda on the floor next to the door. “Alright, hope you and your girlfriend enjoy!” he exclaims, nodding and waving as he returns to his car outside.
	Wait, girlfriend…?
	“Torch, did you do it by phone?”
	“Fuck no, I use Skype for that shit,” she says.
	“So you bought Skype credits, with my credit card, so you could call the pizza place and buy six pizzas, with my credit card?”
	“Yeah, I don’t see the issue here,” she turns to look at you, “It’s pizza, dude.”
	Ugh… she doesn’t understand.
	“Nevermind. Why’d you order six pizzas? We should be fine with one, maybe two at tops.”
	“I have… plans for tonight,” she looks at you with a sly wink. “We’re gonna be up for a while.”
	“Movies?”
	“And gaming the whole night afterwards,” she says, watching as you set the pizzas on the table.
	“Ugh, you’re lucky this is the weekend, Torch. I’d get in a lot of trouble if I didn’t show up at work during the week.”
	“Exactly, which is why I planned it specifically for tonight. Gotta keep you bringing in the bread and the soda, after all.” She stops, focusing back on the game. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon… YEAH! IN YOUR FUCKING FACE, DILLWEED!” she yells at the monitor, pumping a hoof into the air. “Jungling? In MY territory? No fucking way,” she taunts, staring at the screen intently now, a grin plastered onto her face.
	“Garen?”
	“Nah. Yi,” she says. “Nearly got away, too. Popped his ult and charged at me, but he was no match for my skills.”
	“Neat.” You return to your original position of staring at the screen, arms folded above your chair. This was the usual fare when she was gaming, after all.
	“Yeah. Time to take out the to-” she says, as a few beacons pop up on the map on the lower right-hand corner. “Shit! They’re pushing mid… looks like that’ll have to wait,” she grunts, the mouse flying across the screen, her reflexes like nothing you’ve ever seen before.
	You were vaguely familiar with what she was talking about; you’d played it yourself a few times, but to watch and see what she was pulling off… it was completely different. “This is fucking insane.”
	She giggles with a wide grin, “I know… and I’m LOVING every second of it…”
	“Jax?”
	“No; Talon,” she says. “Jax is for fucking casuals that want to be carried,” she grins, leaning back in the chair. “Y’know what I could really use right about now?”
	“Hm?”
	“One of your bellyrubs,” she winks up at you, taking another swig of the Mountain Dew. “I’ll make it up to ya, promise…”
	“Fine.”
	“Awesome. Here, you can have the chair,” she says, sitting up and scooting forward, letting you sit behind her. “Sweet. Now I can play, you can be comfortable, we can win, and I can get a fuckin’ awesome bellyrub. Everyone wins,” she says, scooting back up onto your lap as you wrap your hands around her belly.
	It’s almost hypnotic to watch her play; she always acts so focused, yet she’s able to come up with a quick word snipe to anything you say. It’s… strangely attractive, to say the least.
	“Ohhhh, that feels good,” she moans out as your fingers work their magic, her eyes lidding a bit. “Anon, you’re pretty fucking awesome sometimes, even if you are beta as fuck,” she says, her eyes transfixed on the screen. “Oh! Looks like a team battle… heheh, I’ve got ‘em now!” she growls out, her champion moving towards the middle of the map, where everyone was conglomerated together, duking it out.
	“Alright, looks like Lee Sin, Warwick, and Vladimir…” you hear her mutter. “Warwick needs to die before any of them, so let’s see if we can do it, huh Anon?”
	“Sounds like a plan.”
	“Sweet. Let’s go!” Her champion jumps into the fray, making quick work of the werewolf-looking champion. “Fuck yeah! One down!” she shouts in excitement, pumping a fist into the air. You chuckle at the scene, but it’s not over yet.
	“Alright, next up is Vlad,” she says. “The others will just have to handle the last one until I can finish him off…”
	“But isn’t that dangerous? Doesn’t he, like, drain health?”
	“Heh. That’s only if you run away,” she says. “If you get ballsy and keep fighting against him, he’ll back off. We’re early enough into the fight that his Q ability has too long of a cooldown for it to be useful…”
	Huh. You should really look up on your League gameplay. Could be useful sometime.
	“Yeah! He’s backing off like the little bitch he is!” she exclaims, “Now time to chase him and finish the job.”
	And so the hunt begins.
	
	“There he goes!”
	“I saw him!” Her champion quickly moves to follow. “He’s not getting away this time!”
	He’s moving through the grass; it’s gonna be hard to find him…
	“Shit! Where did he go?!” she growls angrily, beating her hooves on your knees.
	When in doubt?
	“Check the top lane; he might be going for minions to suck up their health!”
	“Anon, you fucking brilliant motherfucker,” Torch grins, her champion charging up to the top lane as Vladimir appears on the map. “Remind me I owe you once this is over,” she says, wiggling her flank on your lap.
	Hoo boy. You can already tell what she’s implying by that.
	Doesn’t make any bit of difference to your “joystick”.
	“Alright, moment of truth…” Torch mutters, focusing now. “Aaaaand… HERE WE GO! SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKER!” she yells, charging at the helpless champion from behind. “NO CHANCE, BITCH! GONNA SHOVE THESE BLADES UP YOUR ASS!”
	30%... 20%... 10%...
	“BOOYAH!!” she yells, as the champion dies and the message flies across the screen announcing your kill. She falls back into your lap and you begin rubbing her belly ferociously, causing her to moan out and lean her head against your chest, completely melting in your hands. “Aaanonn…” she grins up at you, “I still have a game to win… Then let’s have pizza…”
	Heh, crazy girl.
	“And sexxx…”
	…You should have expected that. Ah well.
	“Sounds like a plan.” You slow your rubbing and she returns to the game, continuing to rack up the kills. Eventually, it’s finally in endgame, and the teams are more or less tied for kills collectively, though Torch has the most kills herself out of both teams.
	“Last push. Ready?”
	You grin, giving her a quick rub before responding. “Ready.”
	“Here we go.”
	As she begins the final push with the rest of her teammates, you get an idea.
	An awful idea.
	You get a wonderful, awful idea.
	“C’mon Torch, I believe in you…”
	She scoffs. “Don’t try any of that sentimental bullshit with me, Anon; it won’t work.” Her eyes remain transfixed on the game. Perfect.
	Slowly, you begin lowering your belly-rubbing hand down her chest. Quickly enough to where you reach your target in the time allotted, but slowly enough to where she doesn’t notice. “You know Torch… I really do love watching you play…”
	“Mhm…” she replies absent-mindedly, still focused on the screen; they’re reaching the enemy’s inhibitors now…
	“It’s almost like seeing art in motion…”
	“Yeah…” she continues, taking out one inhibitor easily, and moving on to the next.
	“But the best part about it…” Your rubbing hand stops suddenly, and you see her eyes widen; NOW she’s paying attention.
	“Is catching you off-guard.”
	You slip your hand between her legs, causing her to let out a soft moan as her teammates charge the enemy nexus, the other team helpless to defend themselves.
	“Anon… c-c’mon man, I’m focused here…” she gasps out as you slip a finger inside her wet, twitching pussy. “Can’t you wait?”
	You lean down to nibble lightly on the tip of her ear, not speaking a word.
	“Fucking hell, Anon… stoppit, I’m trying to focus and I can’t do that with you doing- ohhhh…” she moans softly as you rub your thumb gently along her clitoris, her hind legs beginning to twitch lightly.
	“This is what you get for looking up porn while I was gone…”
	She writhes under your grip; she’s completely at your mercy right now. Her champion isn’t moving either; you remedy this by clicking the mouse yourself on the enemy’s nexus, sending her into an attack with the rest of her teammates.
	“There… is that better?”
	She groans in your grip, unable to respond coherently now; she does her best to get back at you, though. Her flank grinds relentlessly against your crotch, and you respond by sliding a second finger inside.
	That really gets her going.
	Her body is completely helpless to your touch right now; you let her ear go free for just a split second before taking hold of it once again in a sturdier place, letting out a guttural growl into her ear as you spread your fingers inside her.
	She liked it rough. She wanted to be dominated by someone during sex.
	And luckily for you, you had a knack for that sort of thing. Not in real-life interactions, no, but in the bedroom? All bets were off.
	“C’mon Anon, we’re about to win… can’t this wait?”
	That’s what you were planning on.
	Nexus is at roughly half-health now, the other team is still trying to gather themselves; your team, thankfully, is holding them back while you slam down on the nexus. “Ahh… uhn… stah…” she gasps out, but you silence her with another guttural growl into her ear.
	You can feel her getting close; her insides are shuddering just ever so slightly, and her tongue is hanging out of her mouth. She only did that when she was getting close, it was your signal of her endurance…
	“C’mon, Torch, you’re so close to winning… and I’ll make it a win to remember…”
	She doesn’t reply; instead, she goes completely limp in your arms, thrusting her hips forward against the open air whenever your fingers slide into her.
	25% nexus health…
	Her body begins to writhe, her insides slowly becoming wetter.
	15% health…
	You turn her head to face yours, and you lock in a fierce, wet kiss, her soft moans escaping into your mouth.
	5% health…
	You break the kiss, speeding your fingers’ thrusts to make it before the nexus explodes… and her along with it…
	0% health, the nexus begins to explode, and the camera slowly pans to it.
	Torch lets out a shrill cry of bliss as the victory message appears, thrusting upwards a few times before her insides contract in orgasm, letting loose a small amount of juices onto your fingers, hand and pants. Browser ponies, from what you could tell, were less wet than your typical living beings when it came to that sort of thing.
	You grin, staring down at the panting Torch, before leaning your head down to her ear. And with another guttural growl to make her shudder in delight, you whisper…
	“…Minion’s OP.”
	You have never felt such a pain in your balls like the pain you feel right now.
	
	When you finally regain your senses from the pain, you see that Torch is no longer in your lap.
	“Torch?”
	“Yuh?” you hear a muffled response; you turn around to see she’s already digging into the pizza.
	“What the fuck was that for?!”
	“Teach you a lesson not to distract me like that when I’m gaming,” she grins, swallowing the cheesy bite. “You know how I get when something distracts me,” she says.
	“Not cool, though. I need those…”
	“And I need them too, which is why I didn’t hit you that hard,” she winks, before setting the pizza slice down and trotting over to you. “Thanks for that, though; I did like it a lot,” she whispers, lifting up onto her hind legs and planting a small kiss on your cheek. “Now! What do you say we continue having fun tonight?” she asks, grinning at you. “We have a whole nine hours, and I don’t want to waste a minute of it!”
	“Movie?”
	“Nah. Let’s get some pizza first,” she winks, hopping off of you and walking back over to the table. You follow, helping her up into the chair before sitting across from her yourself.
	Six pizzas… six fucking pizzas…
	“Torch?”
	“Mhm?” she replies mid-bite.
	“Why did you buy six pizzas again? We could have just bought them throughout the night, you know.”
	She swallows before answering. “Can’t; pizza place I ordered from closes at 2AM, we’d need to order from somewhere else.”
	“What about Domino’s?”
	“Fuck Domino’s,” she grunts, chugging more of the bottle of Mountain Dew. 
	“What?”
	“They’re for dirty plebs. Besides, this stuff is cheaper, and tastes ten times better. Here, try some,” she says, passing the half-eaten slice over to you.
	“…No thanks, I’ll just get my own.”
	“Whatever, dude,” she shrugs, taking another bite out of her slice.
	You take a slice from the pizza box, and the two of you start to eat in silence, the only sound being the two of you eating.
	Finally, Torch breaks the silence. “So I’m feeling pretty fuckin’ good right now. Wanna fuck?”
	You nearly choke on the bite of pizza you have. “Wh-what?”
	You quickly swallow your slice before she responds. “Do you. Want to stick your dick. In me. You fucking beta faggot,” she says, pointing to her lower half. “You owe it to me to give me the real thing after teasing me like that earlier.”
	“Well, I guess I don’t have any problem wi-”
	“Perfect!” she grins, hopping out of her chair and walking over to you. “Don’t worry Anon, I take good care of my own,” she winks, beckoning you over. “Lay down on the floor.”
	You finish your slice of pizza before standing up, walking over and lying down like she wants.
	“Good. Now let’s take care of these, huh?” she taps your leg, before tugging lightly on the pantleg. “C’mon damnit, I can’t get it by myself!”
	You grin, sit there and watch her struggle for a few moments before helping her slide them off as well. “Alright, need help with the-”
	“Nah. I’ve got this part covered,” she grins at you, crawling on top of you and lowering her flank down onto your crotch. “You want to tease me, huh?” She grinds it against you forcefully, causing you to wince a bit.
	“You want to drive me to a real orgasm, Anon? Then show me that you aren’t such a beta faggot and ‘maybe’ I’ll let you,” she growls at you, before dragging her entire body down your front, pulling your boxers down with her teeth. Your member pops out from underneath, and she immediately goes to attack it, dragging her teeth along the shaft before giving the head a fierce suck.
	“Nnngh! Torch, that’s-”
	“Feels fuckin’ good, doesn’t it?” she grins up at you, bringing her forehooves up onto your legs. “Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet,” she says, locking her lips around the shaft before slamming her head down onto it, grunting a bit before sliding the rest of the way up, a trail of saliva hanging between her tongue and the tip of your dick. “Mmm… I’ll never get over the taste, Anon,” she winks, bringing her hooves up to your shaft, stroking it lightly along her fur. 
	“C’mon. Moan for me, Anon. Give it to me!” she shouts, increasing her pace before once again sliding the entire thing down her throat. You can hardly speak right now, the pleasure is almost unbearable. You were used to her usually being pretty rough during sex, but this… this was ridiculous. At this rate you wouldn’t last two minutes.
	But that doesn’t mean you don’t like it.
	Reaching your hand up, you place it behind her head, letting small tufts of her orange mane slip through your fingers. When she moves to slide up, you quickly react, slamming her head back down again.
	She recoils back a bit, pulling the shaft out of her mouth, coughing a bit. “The fuck, Anon?! I wasn’t ready!”
	You grin at her. “You should be ready for anything, Torch.”
	“Oh yeah? That so, shithead? Well then you should be ready for this!” she grins back, crawling up onto your chest before slamming her flank down against your crotch once again. Your member, rather than enter her normally, ends up missing its mark, sliding into the crevice of her butt, just barely skimming over her entrance.
	You are unable to stifle the moan that escapes you. When it hits her ears, her eyes widen and she grins down at you.
	“You like that sort of thing, huh?” she grins, lifting herself up so that her flank is now clenching your length between them, the tip just barely reaching her tail. “You like being teased, Anon?” she asks, grinning as she begins to gyrate her hips against your crotch, the feeling shooting pleasure all throughout your body.
	“Nnn-gah! Torch, c-c’mon, you’re driving me nuts down here…”
	“Heh. I’m doing more than that, it looks like,” she winks, lifting her flank to let your shaft go free, before landing on it again, this time against your body. “Let’s hear it, Anon. Do you want me to put it in? Do you want to feel your cock be enveloped in my warm, tight pussy?” she leans back, giving you a full, complete view of her ladyparts.
	Your cheeks flush red for a moment, but you quickly react and give her a grin back. “Yeah. I know you want it too; I can see you twitching with want right now.”
	She looks down at herself in surprise, before returning her gaze to you. “Well,” she says, lifting herself up and adjusting your member to be positioned right at the edge of her entrance, “I guess you’re right this time, pleb. Doesn’t change anything, though,” she says, before she slowly lowers herself down onto your length, letting out a breathless moan of delight before it hilts, causing her to gasp out in ecstasy. 
	“Yeah… that’s real fuckin’ good,” she grunts, gyrating her hips once again against you, her insides clenching your dick like a vice.
	“Is… is that all you’ve got?” You taunt her; if she’s gonna force you to orgasm, you’re gonna make her feel it too.
	She growls, quickening her pace. “So, the pleb’s finally growing a pair, huh? Good, let’s see if you can keep it up,” she says, laying down, looking at you with her forehooves folded on your chest, her flank slamming up and down on your shaft.
	You growl out, gritting your teeth as the pleasure wrecks through your body. Finally reaching the point where your body can hardly take any more stress, you, with all of your willpower, lift up your body, causing Torch to fall backwards onto her back, and then immediately you begin thrusting your full length into her, holding her by the side and one leg.
	"Torch you feel so fuckin good..."
	She writhes under you, her own body being bombarded with ecstasy now that you’re in control of the fucking. "If you don't come inside me, I’ll… I'll sneak onto your job site and I'll RAPE you!!"
	You stop thrusting, shocked. "W-Wha...?"
	“You cock mongloid, why'd you stop?! You were hittin’ a good spot; get back to it!" she growls angrily.
	"What was that about the rape... and the-"
	“Are you stopping for good?"
	"…Not until I'm finished…"
	Torch smiles before leaning up, placing a soft kiss upon your lips. "Then you have nothing to worry about."
	You continue your thrusting, letting out growls of lust as an almost new-you takes over… it was strange, and it only happened whenever you two were bumping and grinding, but you always seem to have more confidence when you do so…
	And you can see the excitement in Torch’s eyes, her tongue hanging out of her mouth; she’s getting close as well, even though she doesn’t want to show it…
	“C’mon, Anon… show me that you’re not a limp-dick faggot and plow me like never before!” she yells, her hooves moving as if to try and get some form of support from around her, but there is none.
	There is only you.
	"T-torch, I'm close...!"
	“HURRY AND JAM IT IN MY TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE!"
	Her sudden yelling scares you so much you cum inside her.
	Torch whines in disappointment, but coos as she feels the warmth of your seed fill her up. "Nevermind… this is fine..."
	"Oh god... what?"
	“Mmhmhm... you wanna sandwich, Anon?" she giggles, winking at you.
	"Actually... I am feeling kinda hungry again..."
	Torch smiles seductively before slowly sliding off of your shaft. "That's good to hear. Let me just call up Chrome real quick..."
	"Wait, Chrome? I didn't know the two of you got along..."
	“Well of course we do you pleb, when you downloaded me I brought over all your information from her. She's my bro, and boy does she need a good lay."
	"Are you serious?"
	Suddenly she's so close your nose and her snout are touching. "You said you wanted a sandwich so I'm going to make you the MEAT in your sandwich. It's an upgrade, it's kinda what I do. You'd know that if you WEREN'T A CASUAL SHITPOSTING FUCKSTICK!"
	"What the fuck, Torch?!"
	“WHO TRIES FOR DUBS? ON /mlp/?! FUCKING SERIOUSLY! GO BACK TO LURKING YOU FAGGOT!"
	You stand up; wobbly at first, but now you’re prepared to stand your ground. “Just… just shut up, Torch! Did it ever cross your mind that maybe, MAYBE I’d like a little fucking respect around here? In my own home?!”
	Her eyes go wide for a moment in surprise; she was most likely not counting on you responding so confidently.
	You grin down at her. “You’re good at snarky comebacks, and maybe even getting in the last word, but I know for a FACT that there’s something that I have that you can’t possibly live without!”
	She growls up at you. “And what’s that, huh?!”
	You lean down, getting right into her face. “My hot. Throbbing. Dick.”
	And now she does something you thought you’d never see from her…
	She puffs out her cheeks. Not too much, but just enough to where you know you’ve got her.
	“And you know something?”
	She eyes you for a moment, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
	“I’m still rarin’ to go. Turn around.”
	Her eyes widen, and her expression turns into an excited grin. Looks like this was what she was wanting. A master that actually had the guts to stand up to her…
	“You wanted me to go anal? Well, fine then, I’m gonna completely devastate your ass by the time I’m done…”
	She looks back at you, her grin ever-present. “I’m waiting, limp-dick. You gonna talk all day or give it to me?”
	That was all the confirmation you needed.
	With one swift, powerful thrust, you violate Torch’s asshole, causing her to scream out in both pleasure and pain, gritting her teeth and twitching her legs under you.
	You wrap one arm around her lower body, holding her up in the air as you plunge your length in and out of her, her hind legs going limp and just hanging in the air as you take charge of the situation, using the other one to lightly pull on her tail for further stimulation. “Is this what you wanted, Torch?”
	She lets out a loud moan, her back shuddering under you. “Y-yeah… Fuckin’ A, Anon, what’s… gotten into you…?” she manages between breaths.
	“Guess I finally grew a pair.”
	She hisses out to stifle a moan at one particularly forceful thrust, before turning her head to shoot you an expression you can only describe as one of those open-mouth, sex-loving, lidded-eyes expressions that just gets your boner rocketing to new heights. “Gonna have to do better than that, Anon,” she groans out, getting her hind-leg balance back.
	Slowly, she manages to start thrusting herself back against you, and you realize that she may very well force you to orgasm before she does here.
	Quick Anon, think of somethi-
	Too late. With one powerful thrust of her flank, she actually knocks you down onto your butt, and starts pumping herself up and down on your shaft, using your chest for support as she does so.
	“Yeah… you’re tighter than Firefox…” 
	You growl before giving her flank a rowdy smack. She cries out in both pain and pleasure before slamming her hips down upon you. “I love it when you talk dirty to me, master,” Torch coos before pulling up. When only half your length remains she brings herself back down, hilting you deep inside her anus.
	She continues this, slamming her flank down onto your length, fully enveloping it inside of her each time. You can tell it causes her a bit of pain with each go, but she’s willing to go through that for you…
	You smile, reaching your hands around to tease at her other hole, tugging lightly on her clitoris each time she hilts down, causing her to scream out in bliss.
	Finally, after a few more solid, deep thrusts, she can take no more. Torch cries out in ecstasy, her inner walls quiver and clamp down around your length as she rides out her orgasm upon your exhausted form, her juices coating your hand. After a few moments, she collapses upon your chest, breathing heavily.
	“Heh, looks like Torch has stopped responding.” Unlike her, you haven’t reached your orgasm yet.
	“Don’t… compare me to… that trash… IE,” she manages in between breaths.
	“I gotta say you’re a lot faster than Chrome.”
	You smirk her way, in response she puffs out her cheeks while glaring. “Shut up nigger, I outta give out your credit card information for that.”
	“Oh shit, I didn’t know you worked with Playstation Network...”
	“Master, I swear if you use one more pun I will stab you.”
	“We Cawadoody now…” 
	That last little poke at fun did it. She lets loose a feral roar, and it’s as though she’s just rebooted herself. She now spends the next hour riding your “Shit Tier” meat into oblivion.
	That is, until you cum inside her; then she forgets she’s spouted all those insults and opts to shove her tongue down your throat instead.
	You now realize your browser is like two sides to a coin. One side is bat shit insane, the other is a perverted freak. But if there’s one thing they have in common is this:
	Both of them want the dick.
	The two of you pass out in an exhausted heap on the floor, your lower halves caked in each other’s juices.
	Looks like you’ll be having leftover pizza out of the microwave for the next few days…
	
	
	A few days later…
	You come home to find that Torch is nowhere to be found. Typically, she’d be at the door getting ready to give you shit for going to Wal-Mart.
	The sound of “Pleb what the fuck are you doing?” is not there to greet you today, however. And that really and truly scares you. You’ve become so accustomed to her and her attitude that being without it feels… wrong.
	”Torch?” You call out her name as you wander through your living room, shopping bags in tow. She’s not on your Xbox, and she’s not currently beating bad kids in League, so you think she’s probably in the shower.
	After setting your groceries on the table, you go to your bathroom and check. Again, your guess is incorrect. You don’t hear the water running, nor the toilet flushing, or anything of the sort.
	But what you do hear is light sobbing coming from your open bedroom. But, there’s no way that’d be Torch! She’s never cried once since you got her; you can’t even comprehend her doing such a thing.
	Upon reaching your door you find that it’s slightly ajar.
	”Torch?” You call her name again in hopes of getting an answer. You hear sniffling coming from inside your room.
	“D-Don’t come in,” she whimpers, “I can’t let y-you see me like this.”
	You shake your head. “Torch, come on, it’s me Anon. You know, the Pleb? The Double Nigger? I don’t care what you look like; I won’t think any less of you. We’ve been through a lot together you know? If you’re having a bad hair day or something I don’t care.” 
	You hear her scoff and stifle her sobs. “Yeah you’d think that f-faggot,” she manages to giggle in between her sniffles, “But you can’t come in, if you see me now I know you’ll hate me.” 
	Now it’s your turn to laugh.
	“There’s no way you can possibly bel-” You find yourself at a loss for words when you enter your room anyway. 
	Your jaw drops at the site of Torch sitting at the foot of your bed. Her head hangs low in shame and the projection of your desktop is laid bare before her like a hologram.
	There’s at least thirty .flv files open on it. You know that when she downloads videos she does so in that particular format. But none of them are working; all of them are displaying an error message.
	All those videos she’s downloaded for you all those weeks… all of their files are corrupted. Now you can see why she didn’t want you to see...
	When she turns to you, you see tears streaming down her face.
	You’ve never seen Torch like this. She was always confident, ready to throw an insult your way if you so happened to do something she didn’t like. This is the mare that’d spew sexual innuendos like a machine gun.
	This is a total transformation to the browser pony you thought you once knew. And your heart wrenches in your chest at the sight of it.
	“I-I’ve never had this happen, I knew I’d have to re-download some videos, b-but this,” she breaks down again; as she does she brings up even more .flv files for you to see. “Error, error, error, and guess-fucking what, another error!” When you feel you’ve seen enough you quietly walk past her and exit out of all the files she brought up. 
	“I’m supposed to be one of the best ya know… I work with Chrome, I’m the fastest thing out there, I offer more for you than any other browser starting out. I’m not slowed by add-ons...”
	You take a seat next to her, still as silent as ever. She’s got a lot on her mind, and you’ll let her get it all out of her system.
	“B-but I can’t even download a proper video for my… my master,” her bright orange orbs look to you in fear, “Please don’t derezz me! I’ll get it right, I promise! I’ll stop insulting you, I’ll ask to use your credit card before buying something, and I’ll even shine your shoes!”
	She tries to continue, but you silence her by wrapping your arms around her, pulling her into your lap, and hugging her tightly. As she openly sobs into your shirt you stroke her mane affectionately.
	”Torch.” You start out soft, yet firm. “All browsers have something they can’t do. No one’s perfect; I know I’m not.” She finally starts showing signs of calming down. “I’m not gonna kill you just because you messed up a few times. I care about you too much to do something so selfish. And even if you can’t download a movie, or illegally torrent software for me, I’m not going to get rid of you. I love you, Torch.”
	She hiccups before wrapping her hooves around you and returning the hug. “Do you mean it?” she asks while turning her head up to look at you. Her eyes are full of hope. When you nod she wipes away her tears before giving you a small smile. “Awesome, cause I love your casual ass too.” She nuzzles lovingly into your shirt.
	”Do you feel better?” You smile her way. 
	“A little bit,” she sighs, “But do you know what’ll make me feel even better?”
	”What’s that?”
	“About tree fiddy.”
	Whatever semblance of a smile you have drops from your face. “Are you fucking serious Torch?” 
	She responds by laughing her ass off and lightly punching your shoulder. “Of course I’m not, you know what’ll make me feel better.” You can feel her old self start to resurface when she gives you a playful smirk.
	“And what would that be?” 
	She sighs before rolling her eyes. “Anal sex Anon, and lots of it; I hope you bought some lube at that shit tier store you love so much.”
	“Well, yeah I did, but I didn’t think you’d want to use it now.”
	“Anon, come on, I know you’re new but I didn’t think you were THAT fucking new. Whenever I get like this you’re supposed to start prodding me with that thick piece of meat. That’ll cheer me right up. God damn, it’s like teaching you how to greentext all over again.”
	She proceeds to get out of your lap and walk to the head of your bed. She’s sure to smack your arm with her flank as she trots by. When you turn you find her stretching like much like a cat would.
	Torch puts her tail to the side so you can see her bits ready and waiting for you. She suddenly turns her head to look back at you, her eyes lidded and her smirk wider. “You know you wanna come inside this sweet Torch Pony ass, you dirty Mexican faggot.”
	You respond with a combination of a growl and a sigh.
	“That I do.”
	“Then get over here and DO IT FAGGOT!”
	Today was an “Anal fixes everything” kind of day.
	
Fin~