>"What are you looking for, Anon?" >Your eyes turn towards the blue pony in front of you >Her mane is looking a little ragged for some reason >Little bags under her eyes >She's still smiling at you, large eyes looking directly into yours >"Can I help?" >No, no, no >You had to >You look at your phone >It's still loading the page >She steps closer, her head turning upwards cutely as the angle between you two gets steeper >Dammit >You swiped the page away >You'll get Chrome some other time >Definitely tomorrow >For sure >You put the device down and hold out your hands >And she jumps into it, pressing you back into your chair >Her soft fur presses into your body, and your arms wrap around her >The gentle whirrings and hummings of her mechanical body sending mild vibrations against your skin >Her head nuzzles into your chest >"Thank you, anon." >It's nothing more than a whisper >Your heart sank a little >"I know..." >She clutches her hooves around you a little tighter >And you hear a sniffle >"I know you'd never leave me." >Your hand moves to her synthetic mane, and start stroking it gently >No way were you prepared for this >She looks up at you, eyes wobbling slightly >"I'll do my best for you, Anon." >And gives a weak smile "Yes, my little browser." >Her eyes close and she leans her head back into your chest >Rubbing her cheek on your shirt >A few moments pass, the two of you in embrace, before she opens one of her eyes >"I've been improving myself, Anon." >The only problem she has is her slowness >It's not too big a deal for you, you have the time "You don't have-" >"I want to, Anon." >You smile at her "Alright, Andry, what do you have for me?" >"I found a way to load ads faster!" >Well >It was faster >She nuzzles her cheek against you again >"Now you don't have to worry about all those other browsers." >Her eyes close, and a small smile grows on her muzzle >"Is that right?" "Yeah, Andry. You're right." >You had just discovered a very curious feature of your pony >It was a regular day, you were scrolling through some threads on your phone >And suddenly your browser pony started giggling >"Oh, Anon, it tickles~" >Since when did ponies get ticklish? >You lower your phone, looking at the blue pony before you >Her face has a slight bluish blush to it >And you raise your eyebrow at her >She pants, catching her breath a little >"I-I thought you would like this feature." >Her wings are erect, and each breath of her body sways her wings "What do you mean?" >"Well, I saw you looking at the chrome page again..." >She looks down, to the side, her hooves clicking against each other >You feel yourself shrinking a little smaller, guilt tugging at your heart >"And I thought about why you must like these other browsers." >You step up to her, mouth open, trying to think of something >"And I realized it's because I'm not as ticklish as the other ones!" >Her head turns up towards you as she talks, and her voice is a little louder >Her eyelids face inwards and her big eyes once again look into yours >You give a laugh >And pet her "I'm proud of you, Andry." >Her shoulders hunch slightly and she wiggles her head underneath your touch >Her big eyes closing and her mouth cooing a little >You bring up your phone in front of her >Grinning a little mischievously "So, you're ticklish, huh?" >"Mhm!" >You take your thumb >And flick it across the skin >You're paying attention this time and you see the motion traveling through her body >It's like you're touching... >...something a little more sensitive than a ticklish spot >"Y-you don't have to kee-" >Flick >Flick >Flick >And your pony falls onto the floor on her back, wings spread out on either side of her >Giggling like a mad pony >"Anon! You're overloading-" >You keep running your finger against the screen >Sending her writhing in joy >Her giggles are like music to your ears >And her legs flail in the air >You run your thumb in circle motions on the page >And realized some faggot had written some greentext line long enough to stretch the page out really long across the side of the small browser on your very little screen >This gives you the ability to scroll sideways >Which you do with extreme prejudice >You hear her getting short of breath >"Oh Anon~" >She keeps giggling >Her hooves are flailing and her mouth his wide open >Her eyes are clenched tightly, and her mane is looking even more rustled >You take your other hand >And hold your other thumb still >Long enough for her to catch her breath >And peek a single eye open >She spots the two hands on top of the screen >And her eyes widen >She starts to say something >And then you start fiddling with the multitouch screen >Her laughs are like roars, echoing around the room >She thrashes around on the floor, laughing like no pony you've ever seen >You see her struggle to talk >One of her hooves isn't flailing randomly >She's waving at you, waving the hoof down >Maybe she's telling you to stop >Not a chance, this is too cute >"L-lick it, anon~" >You stop >She gasps >Pulling her hooves to her mouth >The blush on her face gets even darker >She giggles a little under her hoof >Sounds involuntary because her eyes are wide, pupils like dots "Uhhhh" >She's breathing heavily through her hooves >Trying to settle down from the vigorous assault >She brings her hooves out, waving them, trying to explain herself >"I-I mean, I thought, since, the other ponies like, uhm, being licked, that you might want-" >You bring the phone up to your mouth >What the hell are you doing? >She gasps once more >"A-are you r-really going to-" >You stick your tongue out >You see her moan in anticipation >You cast your eye down, looking at the page >And on the phone is definitely not the thread >It's a maregina >Spread slightly >You realize your thumbs are doing the spreading >You touch your tongue to her pink folds >And taste phone >You couldn't have expected anything else >It was still a phone >You don't really know why you wanted it to taste like anything >The pony shrieks as you bring your tip against the phone screen >You feel the smoothness of the screen against your phone >And flick your tongue experimentally down >The screen of her lips wink as you do so >She's laughing still >But >She's moaning, moans that crescendo into laughter and then oscillate back to moans >Her wings look stiff against the floor >"M-more!" >You run your tongue up the screen >It slides more easily this time, the saliva helping your tongue slide across the surface >Your phone feels a little warm to your tongue >Even warmer to the hand holding it, near where the battery is >It's not so bad >Your phone has actually always been interesting >A glass back >Glass front >Smooth metal edge >Your pony's moans only add to the experiene >You slide your fingers on the back of the phone >Taking in the smooth texture, enjoying how easily your fingers slid across the back >Your tongue brushes its tip up and down the screen >Each swipe sending a visible shudder through the laughing pony >Your hand runs up and down the really smooth phone >And you hear a scream come from Andry >The screen showing her maregina flashes >Her slit bulges out slightly >As something white sprays across the virtual screen >Sadly, on the other side of reality >Her back arches and her head turns upwards >You see violent shudders rock her body >And then >Her flailing slows down >And you pull your tongue back from the screen >Looking at her >She lays with her head on her side >Panting loudly >Tongue lolling out onto the floor "Had fun?" >You glance back at your phone >The screen still had her marehood >And you notice it moving up and down with her breaths >In real time >She nods wordlessly on the ground >"T-thank you."