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// Torch's excellent towerdive (or is it?)// Story: And the Rest is (Browsing) History// by Wuten//------------------------------//

Torch's Excellent Towerdive
	 
	
	 
	A mighty battle raged in the Twisted Treeline. Mighty forces battled. Mighty heroes battled. Mighty little ponies.
	"Fuck, I'm bored..." Torch groaned, sitting at the computer, empty bottles of Mountain Dew strewn across the floor. They were twelve minutes into the game, and she had been forced into staying at her tower, unable to lane against this Kassadin as Miss Fortune.
	So, when the going got tough, she decided to harass him via /all chat, and spam /l.
	"How dare you, you FILTHY PIRATE SLUT!" Kassadin replied angrily, swinging at another minion, killing it and reaching level six.
	"Shit, he's got his ult now..." Torch grumbled, before spamming her AoE attack, slowing his movement and quite possibly pissing off the player behind it.
	When in doubt, more taunting!
	"If you're so big, why don't you come over here and prove it, void balls," she typed into the /all chat, laughing to herself. She wasn't able to lane against him, but at least she was having fun pissing him off, nonetheless.
	That was all about to change.
	"I bet you kiss girls, faggot!" Kassadin shouted into /all chat, his avatar loosening its belt buckle with a loud clink, its cloak dropping to the ground. Torch's eyes widened, and wondered how the fuck Riot was able to put this animation into the game without proper consent from the ESRB, but she didn't have time to think about that.
	Because Kassadin's cock was staring right at her character.
	His big, purple, veiny, throbbing, VOID-COCK. Seriously, he had like, three testicles and a shaft the size of Tryndamere's sword arm. In a split second, her surprise drew into pure fear.
	"Shit, he's going to tower-dive!" Torch shouted, as the Kassadin void-walked to her Miss Fortune, shoving the entire shaft down her throat, stunlocking her under turret.
	"JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED!" the Kassadin roared into /all chat, his avatar grabbing Miss Fortune by her red locks, pumping the void cock into her... void. Despite only being level six, the tower was hardly able to do any damage.
	Unfortunately for Miss Fortune, the dick was so large that it impaled her character upon it, and Kassadin raised the “murder flag” up high as a voice echoed around the game.
	"FIRST BLOOD..."
	 
	
	 
	"FUCK!" Torch yelled, slamming her hooves onto the desk. "Did I just give first blood?! How the fuck—What did—UGH!”
	She groaned out, slamming her face onto the keyboard. She NEVER gives first blood, what the hell happened back there?
	Looking around, she sighed. “Fuck it. I’m gonna AFK this game. Fuck that Kassadin,” she grunted, shoving out of the chair and hopping onto the floor, walking away from the computer.
	Literally, what the fuck happened? How did that Kassadin just… completely wreck her shit like that?
	Especially at only level six, he shouldn’t have been nearly strong enough to take her out so quickly. Especially stun-locking her like that under tower…
	Grabbing another Mountain Dew from the fridge, Torch let out a sigh, trotting back over to the computer. “Gonna just sit this one out,” she muttered to herself, exiting the game client.
	Huh… what else was there to do? A browser pony, filled to the brim with access to any sort of content imaginable…
	Porn!
	“Hm… wonder if Anon will mind. Not like he can stop me, or anything,” she grinned to herself, opening up a private window.
	“Now let’s see here… trap porn, trap porn…” she muttered, scrolling through her crawler-based search engine for just what she’s looking for. With a glow of her horn, she projected an image into the air that matched the image that she found using her search.
	“There we go… that’s more like it,” she snickered to herself, looking up at the image as the figures moved along, putting their thingies into their you-know-whats.
	“Oh yeah… that’s it…” Torch growled out, sliding a hoof down her body and rubbing it along her slit. Anon was asleep right now… it’s late at night, she probably wouldn’t get a rise out of him at this hour.
	She let out a low moan, looking over to the desk. The drawer on the bottom… that’s where her hidden prize was…
	Letting the image waver a bit to focus her magic elsewhere, she undid a few locks on the drawer, and opened it, revealing an enormous, curved dragon dildo. Three-hundred dollars on Bad Dragon for thirteen inches of pure, fantasy goodness. Purchased using Anon’s credit card and shipped discreetly to his apartment, of course.
	“Fuck, I don’t even need porn for this,” she let out an excited giggle as the purple dildo floated out of the drawer, brushing through the projection and dissipating it. “Now then… I’d better hurry before I wake Anon up…”
	She bit her lip in anticipation, using her magic to rub the length of the dildo up along her slit. “Aah… mmm…” she grinned down at it, staring at the head for a few moments, before tapping it a few times. It was pointed at the tip, and would probably stretch her out before she even got the head all the way in…
	“No brakes,” Torch smirked, the head lowering and the dildo floating in midair a few inches away from her, and then thrusting forward, her magic pushing the head, and nearly half of the dildo itself inside her slit before stopping, letting out a muffled squeal of pain and bliss from behind her hoof.
	Her eyes began tearing up slightly as she continued using her magic to force the dildo’s way further inside, having to stop at what she could only make out as the bell curve leading to the base of the dildo itself.
	“A-alright…” she muttered to herself, “now to pull it--”
	It was stuck.
	...Oh no.
	No no no no this was bad.
	"Shit..." she muttered, quickly sitting up. In the process, she pressed the head of the dildo up against her cervix, and she was barely able to bring her hooves up in time to stifle a scream of pleasure.
	"This is not good..."
	It was looking like she only had one option at this point.
	Quietly, she crept down on all four hooves, walking a bit awkwardly on her hind legs with her flank raised slightly higher than the rest of her body. "Fuck, this is uncomfortable..." she groaned, shaking her flank a bit to confirm once again that it was, in fact, stuck inside her. "Anon? Hey, you asleep?" She asked, knocking on his bedroom door with a hoof. "I need some help..." she muttered, slowly creaking the door open.
	A dim light was illuminating the far wall of the room. “Anon…? What’re you doing?” Torch asked, curious. He had gone to bed nearly three hours ago, what was he still doing up?
	Anon didn’t respond; he was too enthralled in whatever was on the laptop in front of him. Since Torch had been using the main computer for her gaming, Anon had opted to get himself a laptop for when he couldn’t use the main computer. Which was hardly ever at this point.
	His hair was a mess, and she could visibly see the bags under his eyes as she trotted up to him. His gaze was completely transfixed on the screen in front of him, the earbuds in each ear drowning out all sound from around the room.
	“Hey, Anon,” she tapped him on the knee with a hoof. “What’re you doing up this late?”
	Anon blinked slowly a few times, before jumping in alertness. “H-huh?! Wha-? Oh,” he turned, his eyes falling onto the mare standing next to him as he pulled his earbuds out. “Hey Torch, what’s up?” he asked, a smile on his face.
	She raised an eyebrow, frowning a bit at his state. “Y’know, you’re not built like I am, you should probably get some rest,” she muttered, placing a hoof on his leg. “After you help me, of course,” she blushed lightly.
	Now it was Anon’s turn to question Torch. “What… what do you need help with?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.
	“Well…” she smirked, turning around and lifting her tail out of the way, presenting herself to him. “I kind of got it stuck… think you could help me out a bit?” she asked, turning to face him with half-lidded eyes, shaking her flank back and forth. “It’s so big… I just can’t get it out…”
	Anon’s eyes widened in surprise, a deep blush forming on his face, likely more from confusion than anything else. “Torch… why is there a dildo in your pussy?”
	“Look, you were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you, and maybe I just needed to relieve some stress, alright?” She pressed her flank up against his leg, causing the head of the dildo to once again prod against her cervical wall. This elicited a gasping moan from her in surprise. “S-so are you gonna help me or not?” she stammered.
	Anon put a hand to his chin. What to do… Hm… “It’s a long shot, but…” he paused, lowering his arm. “I think I have an idea.”
	Torch’s eyes beamed at him. “Really? Well, lay it on me!”
	He snickered at her word choice. “Oh trust me, I’ll ‘lay it on you’ all right,” he said with a grin.
	Her eyes shrank a bit. “Anon, I… don’t think you and I are on the same wavelength here,” she muttered, but as she saw him unzipping his pants, she gave a coy grin back at him. “But I think I have a pretty good idea.”
	“Now how about a little ‘down payment’?” he teased, reaching up to tug her mane gently. As her head naturally followed, he inched his member closer to her face, making clear his desires. “Nothing is free, after all.”
	She smirked, climbing up so her front hooves rested on his thighs, his member just under her chin. “You know, normally you’re not so forward about this sort of thing,” she snickered, batting the shaft between her hooves, staring up at him with curious, playful orange eyes. “What’s gotten into Anon, hm?”
	She gave him no time to answer; mid-word, she quickly brought her tongue to the base of his shaft, dragging it slowly along the bottom, curving it left and right as it dragged up. Anon let out a shiver, tilting his head upwards. “Ooh… that’s it…” he shuddered out, his hands still clenching his earbuds tossing them onto the desk as he began to slowly relax in his chair. 
	She let out a playful giggle, circling her tongue around the head in slow, calculated rotations before lifting her head once again. “Let’s hurry, Anon; it’s starting to get a bit uncomfortable down there,” she muttered softly, before leaning back down, wrapping her lips around the tip of his shaft. She paused a few seconds, before sliding her mouth all the way down, taking him all the way to the base. She let out a soft, muffled purr, swirling her tongue all along his shaft before stopping abruptly, puckering her lips out, and dragging her mouth back up to the head, leaving a thin coat of saliva along it. “Alright, you’re all lubed up Anon,” she giggled, hopping down off his lap and turning, placing her front hooves up on the bed. “Let’s get this thing out, okay?”
	Anon took a few seconds to catch his breath, before responding with a breathless “Uh-huh…” He slid his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them, walking on all fours towards her to keep from falling over. He was obviously tired, but he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity.
	He brought his hands to her hind legs, spreading them apart just slightly and causing Torch to elicit a moan from the shifting dildo. He eyed it for a few moments, before bringing his hands up to her flanks, kneading them between his fingers to cause further moans to escape her.
	“Y-you gonna do it or what?!” she yelped, turning to face him with a stern glance, though the effect was shrouded by the fact that her tongue was lolling out of her mouth and a small trail of drool was down the side of her lips.
	“Yeah, just warming you up a little bit first,” he smirked back at her, lifting his index finger to his mouth and wetting it. “We’ve gotta get it out somehow, and I can only think of one possible way at this point,” he said, bringing his finger down to lightly tap on her anus, causing it to twitch at each tap. “Besides,” he said, climbing up on top of her, his elbows draping down on either side of her front hooves, “It’s not every day you get fucked in both holes.” He slid his member between her flanks, gently sliding it between them, the mare under him panting softly as the dildo shifted within her.
	“It’s getting to where it doesn’t feel as good anymore! Come on, Anon!” she growled, pushing her flank upwards as he slid down, his head prodding against the hole now. She let out a grunt of determination, pushing further against him to force it further inside.
	“If you say so,” he grinned, pushing against her and giving one large, deep thrust. She let out a pained yelp, burying her face in the sheets of the bed to muffle her noises as Anon began thrusting, deep and hard, into her. Each time he hilted, the dildo inside her pulled away slightly, and every time he pulled out, it shot forward, hitting directly into her cervix. It was a mix of pain and pleasure for her… and she loved it.
	“Don’t you fucking stop!” she yelled into the sheets, turning her head to the side to look up at him with one eye. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, this feels so fucking good!”
	He smirked down at her. “Were you just doing this so I’d fuck you in the ass?”
	“Not initially,” Torch grunted at a particularly powerful thrust, “Just… sort of happened,” she smirked up at him. “You saying you’re mad?”
	“Nah.”
	“Good... Because if you were I’d smack you upside the head... and make YOU feel what it’s like to have a dildo in your pussy... ya fuckwit,” she taunted, the grin never leaving her face as she closed her eyes, the taunting doing its job as Anon picked up his pace and strength, thrusting faster and harder into her.
	She felt it after a few moments; the dildo was starting to come loose! She gasped out, grin wide on her lips as her eyes opened, looking down at it. “C’mon Anon, you can do better than that! I can feel it moving,” she taunted him further, “But it ain’t going anywhere unless you fuck my ass like I fucked that Kassadin over tonight!”
	“You mean where he totally wrecked your ass?” Anon smirked down at her.
	Her concentration broke momentarily, turning up to look at him. “What’re you talking about? I fucking wrecked his ass!”
	“That right?” He laughed, picking up one leg and thrusting into her ass from the side, her orientation now completely dependent on the bed for staying upright. She let out a surprised yelp, but did not falter. “I seem to remember a different ending to that,” he grinned.
	“Wait a sec, how did--!”
	“I learned a few new tricks,” he said, using his other hand to grip at the base of the dildo. It was definitely still stuck; she managed to nearly fit the entire bell curve of the base into her lips. “You have other things to worry about though,” he teased, flipping her over onto her back and thrusting into her ass hanging off the bed. “Like how we’re gonna get this thing out!”
	“I… d-don’t think that’s gonna be too much of a problem pretty soon,” she quivered under him, completely helpless as he thrust relentlessly into her ass, stimulating her circuits to near-uncontrollable levels of ecstasy. “If you keep this up, I might even let you cum,” she smirked, pulling her front hooves up to her chest, letting them rest as the waves of bliss flowed up through her body, her eyes closing.
	“Don’t you close your eyes on me,” he grinned, taking hold of the base of the dildo and giving it a slight jerk, causing her to yelp out, her eyes growing wide once again.
	“D-don’t pull that shit, Anon! That doesn’t feel as good as you think you’re making i-ah!” she cut off with another yelp of pain as he pulled on it, slowing his thrusts so he could focus on removing it. With one hand on her lips and the other on the base, he pulled, managing to get the majority of the bell curve out of her so it was at least not spreading her to near-dangerous levels, but causing her to cry out in pain, tears forming at the edges of her eyes. It was still stuck, but definitely not nearly as bad as it had been.
	He leaned his head down to her, still keeping a steady rhythm of thrusts as he gently kissed her squinting eyes, his open hand sliding up her side and around her head, getting lost in her red-orange mane and holding her head up as he pulled it further. “Just a little more… don’t worry, it’s almost out…” he cooed, making sure to not let the pointed edges catch too much on her inner walls; there were a few occasions where they did, causing her to let out a shivering gasp of more pain than pleasure, before Anon readjusted it to slide free.
	Eventually, the dildo finally made its way to the edge of her lips, and Anon twisted it slowly, letting the pointed edges come out sideways. He eyed the dildo for a few moments, wondering how in the hell she could have fit that thing all the way inside, before tossing it away. Now was not the time for that.
	He leaned his head back down to her, wiping what few tears were left in her pained, squinting eyes. “It’s out,” he said softly, smiling as she opened her eyes, and he could see the small digital circuits within her orange irises blink a few times before she smiled up at him.
	This moment didn’t last, however; as if Anon had just rebooted her process, Torch immediately shot him a taunting grin. “Good. Now, get back to fucking my ass you beta faggot! Don’t you get fucking emotional and shit on me like that again, you understand?!” she shouted, pushing a hoof up against his chest to raise him back up to full height. She paused for a few moments, before her expression softened a bit. “Thanks, though,” she smiled, kissing her other hoof and planting it on his cheek.
	“I should tell you not to get emotional on me you fucking internet horse,” he grinned back down at her, before he gave her a playful wink. “Anytime, Torch.”
	And then they went back to fucking until Anon fell asleep with exhaustion, the charcoal-coated, shit-talking browser pony curled up at his side, the two of them not even bothering to cover themselves with the sheets.
	Life is good when you can bond over dildos.