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// Never write stories while on meds// Story: And the Rest is (Browsing) History// by Wuten//------------------------------//

Or do. Whatever floats your boat, I suppose.

Safari x Internet Explorer x Anon
	
	“Aaaaanon!” you hear a voice call from the other room.
	Ugh… not this again. You stand up from the comfort of your couch, sighing heavily before walking to the door. “What is it?”
	“Ivy’s doing that thing again, where she just stares off into deep space…”
	It was a pony talking to you, a “browser” pony she called herself. Her name was Safari, and somehow she, along with her friend, IE (you had quickly made it clear that you wouldn’t be calling her that; the three of you agreed on Ivy), came through your computer one day while you were out. When you came home, it was… well, quite a situation you found yourself in.
	“Alright, let’s take a look here…” You walk over to Ivy, sitting down in front of her. She had always had these problems, where she would just stop whatever she was doing and stare off into space, whether it be walking, talking or doing chores, however small they may be.
	Brushing back some of her golden mane, you stare into the small ring of her irises. There, you can see a small, rotating band of green light amidst her typical yellow eyes. “Yep. Looks like she’s not responding again…” you sigh, standing up.
	“She’ll… she’ll be alright though, right?” Safari asks, a bit worried.
	“Depends. What was she doing when she started this?”
	“Um, well…” Safari mutters, thinking for a moment, “We were talking, and well… she just started doing that!”
	“Talking about what, Safari?”
	You turn to look at her; she sits down, brushing her chin with a hoof. “I… I can’t remember…”
	“Great. Well, there’s nothing I can do at this point, so looks like she’s stuck like that until she can get her act together again, or someone restarts her. And you know how she hates that.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You were NOT planning on going through something like that again. “Ugh... Alright Safari, just… just keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t, y’know, crash or anything.”
	You walk out of the room and into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of wine. It was too early in the evening for you to be dealing with this shit; you might as well start the night off right…

	“Did… it work?” the light-blue pony asks, her yellow eyes lulling back into consciousness after blinking a few times, before turning to her cream-coated friend.
	“Yeah, he’s starting to drink now…” she says, peering out the crack in the doorway. “Now all we gotta do is wait,” she grins, turning to Ivy.
	“Do you think this plan will work?” Ivy asks, her cheeks blushing a bit at the thought of what they were planning.
	“Of course it will; what are you talking about?!”
	It had been an issue that came up a few weeks ago; Anonymous, being the more serious person he is, had decided that at the next chance he got, he was going out and getting a “competent” browser, something like Firefox or Chrome like the neighbors had.
	And so began the planning process for Ivy and Safari to gain his affection… by any means necessary.
	“I don’t know, Safari… I just don’t like the sound of it. I mean, what if he ends up choosing neither of us?” she asks, rubbing her forehead a bit to sooth the headache the freezing up had caused.
	“He’ll choose one of us, alright, I know it!” Safari grins, swaying her blue and reddish brown mane back and forth excitedly, before staring out through the crack in the doorway once again, watching the human drink the red liquid in the glass.
	“But Safari-”
	“Anon will choose one of us as his preferred browser, whether he knows he will or not…” she mutters, her eye twitching just slightly.

	Those two browser ponies were completely ridiculous; whenever you needed them to look up something they’d either freeze up or get distracted by something. Nothing like what you’ve been hearing from your neighbors about other browsers like Chrome or Firefox; those ones got shit done, and got shit done quickly.
	But you weren’t exactly in the best situation financially; luckily for you, browser ponies didn’t explicitly need food to survive, but you’ve caught Ivy and Safari a few times getting into the pantry when they shouldn’t have. Even ended up breaking a few glasses when they tried to get into the regular drinks in the fridge. They’re like bad roommates, but far more dangerous to the rest of your property…
	“Anon! She’s working again!” you hear Safari call out from the room, opening the door. “She just now started up again.”
	“Sorry, Anon…” Ivy mutters, “I dunno what happened… sorry for getting you worried,” she looks up at you with sad eyes.
	Sighing, you shake your head. “No, don’t apologize. These things happen like usual; it’s nothing to be sorry about.”
	“Still… I wish I could do something about it,” she says, looking down.
	Alright Anon, time to go comfort the sad browser pony…
	You stand up from the stool at the kitchen counter, walking over and kneeling down. Putting on your best smile, you place a hand on her head. “Hey. Don’t worry about it, Ivy. Not everyone’s perfect. We all just have to make due with what we have, after all.”
	She sniffs a bit, before smiling up at you. “Hey, Anon?”
	“Yeah?”
	“Can we watch some T.V.?” You chuckle; they were certainly old enough to not have to ask you to watch television, but you were the only one that could work the remote control.
	Fingers n’ all that shit.
	You nod, walking over to the sofa and sitting down, picking up the television remote, flipping the screen on. It wasn’t a nice fucking flat-screen like your friend down the street, but it got a pretty decent picture.
	“Ooh! Can we watch that show with the cars racing each other?” Safari exclaims, each browser pony leaping up onto the sofa on both sides of you.
	Eh. Why not? You were never really a big fan of NASCAR, but really, who watches it for the races?
	Not you, that’s who! You’re in it for the twenty-car pileups…
	“Alright, sure.” You flip over to the channel the race broadcasts on, and they make themselves comfortable in the sofa. Looks like it was the Indy 500 today…
	Time for some serious wrecks to happen!

A few uneventful hours later...

	You didn’t ask for this.
	Two hours. Two goddamn hours.
	Not a single fucking wreck. Not one.
	You’re dozing off at this point; Ivy’s already completely out, strewn out over your sofa’s arm. Safari’s starting to sway a bit too, but at least her eyes are still open.
	Maybe if you just… rest your eyes for a little while, they’ll not notice…

	“Ivy! He’s out like a light!” Safari sharply whispers over to her blue-haired counterpart, who slowly nods awake.
	“Wha…?” Ivy slowly bends back up into a sitting position, her eyes still semi-lidded from tiredness. “Really?”
	“Yeah, take a look!” she beckons the pony over, and she does so, waving a hoof in front of Anon’s face.
	“Wow… he really is…”
	“Alright, Ivy… you ready to do this?” Safari asks, looking to the pony with a serious look in her eyes. Ivy returns it, and nods.
	“Let’s do it.”
	Pushing up his shirt, the two ponies quickly get to work; Ivy occasionally catching glances of his fairly toned stomach, Safari completely focused on the task at hand.
	After a minute or two, they manage to delicately remove his pants.
	“Are you serious?” Safari hisses, staring at Anon’s crotch. “We have to go through -another- pair of clothes?”
	“Hurry Safari!” Ivy glances at Anon’s face; he squints his eyes a bit before yawning and returning back to sleep.
	Both ponies hold their breath, staring wide at their master’s face. When it’s apparent that he’s once again out like a light, they breathe a sigh of relief before continuing…
	“Whew, that was close…” Ivy mutters. Safari nods, leaning her head slowly down and taking Anon’s boxers in her teeth.
	“C’mon!” Safari mouths through clenched teeth, and IE does the same. “On three… one… two… three!”
	With that she gives a tug, but something doesn’t feel too right…
	There’s a tearing noise.
	…Oh no.
	No no NO NO NO!!
	“What are the two of you doing?”

	Your new pants. Gone. Strewn across the floor.
	Your boxers. Gone. Ripped by the two ponies sitting at your legs.
	Ivy is sitting there with a blank stare, the green ring once again making its way around her irises. Safari on the other side of you, her eyes wide, ripped boxers in her mouth.
	What the ever-loving FUCK is going on here?!
	“What are you doing?” Your voice is unusually calm given the situation. Safari’s gaze travels from your crotch, up to you, the now-ruined boxers falling from her mouth.
	“A-Anon! W-we can expla-”
	You hold up a hand to silence her. “Don’t finish that sentence, Safari.” You turn to Ivy, who has now been able to recover and been able to realize what is happening. “Ivy?”
	Her eyes widen and her snout scrunches a bit, before looking up at you. “Y-yes, Anon?”
	“What. Are you two. Doing. To my clothes?” You enunciate each phrase firmly, adding a bit of a hiss into your tone.
	“Um… well…” she mutters, twirling a front hoof on the cushion of your couch. “We just… well…”
	“We know how you think of us, Anon,” Safari cuts in, and you turn your attention to her. “We know that you… well, don’t exactly think very highly of us…” The confidence in her voice wanes a bit, before returning. “So I thought if the two of us… helped you, you’d think better of us…”
	You sigh heavily. Maybe you really -have- been a bit hard on them… 
	You smile, placing your hands on both of their heads, lightly scratching their manes a bit…
	Then you smack both of them across the head, much to their surprise.
	“Ow! What the heck was that for?!” Safari yelps out, rubbing her head with a hoof.
	“Yeah! What for?” Ivy rubs her head as well, before looking up at you with an irritated expression.
	“The two of you are idiots.”
	They both have their eyes on you now, their expressions falling a bit…
	“Yes, you are useless at times. Even to the point where sometimes I wonder what kind of hell fate thought it would pull on me. But…” You wrap your hands around both of their heads, pulling them to you in a hug. “You both should know by now that you’re special to me, no matter what kinds of problems you have.”
	The three of you stay there for a good while, the two of them just staying in the hug, on occasion nuzzling against your chest.
	Then Safari looks up at you. “Anon, if you do, then… will you let us finish what we started doing?”
	You look down at yourself, half-naked, and finally realize what they were trying to do all this time. “Alright. Just this once.”
	You can see Safari’s eyes beam with excitement as she slides down your chest, her forehoof trailing down your front before reaching your crotch, both of her hind legs wrapping around one of your legs. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, master…” she winks up at you.
	Ivy, on the other hand, just sits there, blushing furiously. Unsure of how to begin, she scoots forward to you, climbing up onto your chest and slowly, hesitantly, pressing her lips against yours.
	It was a strange, new experience for you, kissing a pony, but kissing itself wasn’t something you were an amateur at. For a few moments, the two of you simply sat there, lips pressed against each other, before separating and staring at each other.
	“A-Anon, I-Mmf!” she mutters, but you interrupt her once again, pulling her head down to yours in another kiss, her eyes wide with surprise as this time you take the lead instead of her. “Mmn…” she moans softly into your mouth, her eyes slowly shutting as she wraps her hooves around your neck, swaying herself ever so slowly on your chest.
	Safari, on the other hand, was quickly getting to work. You could already feel her starting to work her hooves along your shaft to make it grow, and to her credit, well… it was working.
	“That feel good, Anon?” she asks, grinning up at you, before giving it a long, sensual lick, sending a shiver up your spine. 
	But she wasn’t done yet; with a fierce grunt, she slams her head down, taking in half of your length before stopping and sliding up again, coughing a bit before going in for a second time. Damn, that felt way too good…
	You can’t give a coherent response, however, due to the tongue shoved into your mouth. Settling for a simple moan of response, you bring your hand down to scratch the back of Safari’s ear quickly before returning it to Ivy’s mane, running your fingers through the golden locks.
	Lifting her head away for a brief moment, Ivy looks down at you with her matching golden eyes, half-lidded with a smile on her face, before muttering softly into your ear, “We’ll do our best, Anon… you’ll see…”
	You let out a low growl as Safari manages another time to push her mouth even further down onto your shaft.
	“Ivy?”
	“Yes?” she asks, showing a bit of surprise on her face.
	“Turn around. Help Safari, and I’ll help you. How does that sound?”
	You grin up at her, and she immediately goes red in the cheeks. Safari lifts her head up from your length, looking up at Ivy with a mischievous grin. “C’mon, let’s go!” she exclaims, continuing to stroke you with a hoof.
	Ivy reluctantly turns around on your chest, staring blankly at the appendage for a few moments before slowly lifting her lower half in the air. From this angle, you can get a full view of everything; two small mounds between her legs, followed by the prize itself.
	Wrapping your arms up around her hind legs, you pull her up into the air, causing her to yelp in surprise, scrambling her front hooves on your chest to get leverage. “Ah!”
	You chuckle, giving her some time to get her balance once again, before going in. With a light peck, you kiss each mound individually, both hardening a bit at the tips, which you drag your tongue lightly over.
	This causes her to flinch a bit and her hind legs to twitch a bit, but she and Safari remain focused otherwise. Taking Ivy in her hooves, Safari pulls her head in for a wet kiss, before they both lower their heads down to your length, sucking on just the tip.
	The feeling is almost indescribable; you’ve had your share of blowjobs from time to time, but nothing, NOTHING could compare to the sensations that these browser ponies, of all things, were causing you to experience.
	Deciding that you weren’t going to be helpless in this situation, you run your tongue along Ivy’s moistening lips, causing her to let out a muffled groan of pleasure, unable to contain these new sensations.
	Both ponies lift up off your shaft, and lock their lips once again in another wet kiss, before going for round two; Ivy focusing on the head, while Safari trails her tongue down the shaft, sucking lightly on your ball-sack before trailing back up to meet her lips with Ivy once again, and repeating the same process.
	“How’s it feel, Anon?” Safari growls, bringing her hooves up to brush against your balls while Ivy continues sucking on the head. “Feels pretty damn good, huh?”
	You let out a loud growl in response, before attacking Ivy’s sensitive lips, plunging your tongue inside.
	“Waah!!” the light blue pony yelps out in both surprise and pleasure, but this only urges her on further; matching your tongue’s movements inside her, she takes your shaft into her mouth even deeper than before.
	You would use your hands to assist you in this case, but in this position you need to be able to hold her steady…
	“Did you like that?”
	She slides your length out of her mouth, and then looks back at you, cheeks red and tongue hanging out, her mane a disheveled mess. “You’ll… have to do better than that, Anon…”
	Ivy, of all people (or ponies, in this case), is taunting you now. You’ll not have any of this.
	“Fine then, have it your way.”
	Pulling your head away from her moistening sex, you set her on your chest, letting her hind legs go free. With a swift motion, you wrap one arm around the mare’s lower back, and bring the other hand up.
	“Just know that you’re the one that made me do this.”
	Without further warning, you plunge two fingers deeper than your tongue could ever possibly go into her slit, while your thumb prods firmly against her ass. The sound that you hear come from her can only be described as a scream…? Yes, a scream is fairly accurate.
	But not a terrified scream, no; this was the scream of a mare that wanted more. With renewed vigor, you continue pumping your fingers into both of her holes, causing her to let out gradually softer yelps as she gets used to the rhythm you’re creating for her. After about five thrusts of your fingers you feel her return to pleasuring you as well, Safari assisting her in every possible manner.
	She’s not the only one reacting to the pleasure she’s receiving, however; you can tell that despite your normally higher stamina, you’re starting to reach your limit as well.
	“S-Safari! Ivy!” You clench your teeth in a hiss, and they quickly stop their actions, knowing what you were saying.
	“Alright Anon, time to push you over the edge!” Safari exclaims, and Ivy quickly wriggles out of your grip to join her at the floor, both of them mimicking each other’s movements along the sides of your shaft, their mouths leaving light kisses and nibbles along it, each one taking turns sliding your length fully down their throat, before coming up and letting the other one try.
	Shit, you’re not going to last much longer…
	Gripping the cushions of the couch, you let out a loud moan, feeling your peak nearing…
	Ivy’s eyes widen, and she immediately slams her mouth down onto your length, stimulating it relentlessly with her tongue, not letting you go free.
	Finally, your toes curl, your back arches just slightly, and you thrust upwards, your seed spilling into her mouth and down her throat, the release of it sending waves of bliss throughout your body.
	Safari looks to Ivy with a surprised expression. “What gives, Ivy? I thought we were going to share!”
	Ivy doesn’t respond, she still has your cock rammed down her throat.
	“Ivy?” Safari asks again, and then she notices Ivy’s eyes.
	Looks like the green ring returned again…

End