>You are Recyle Bin application pone.
>You eat everything that people delete
>Even though you can burn it off quickly, that's still a lot to eat 
>You're regarded with some amount of awe and terror as well
>That just boosts your ego 
>Every application and tool is afraid of you >It's good to be the King right?
>Well, queen actually
>You grin and rub your full tummy 
>Recently someone deleted poor gentle Chrome
>Man ,she was tasty 
>She was trembling all the way down 
>It felt like a vibrator going in your throat. 
>The way she squirmed and pleaded her owner 
>But no matter, you ate her, forehooves first
>You check yourself in the mirror 
>You're steel grey with dark blue mane and tail, a slight glisten to them both. 
>Your stomach kind of gives off a gentle grumble as the deletion process is completed >Where were we 
>Oh yes, Chrome, poor dear.
>Her little pouty baby face, her soft blue eyes crying in terror. 
>Her wings were probably the most delicious >You saved those last. 
>She fought you every step, but she was being replaced with Firefox 
>That smug look on Fox's face though, you loved it
>You focused on her while you engulfed that poof of a tail down first 
>Chrome struggled, her head turned to face you, terror in her cute child like eyes 
>She was delicious
>Your stomach growls in a sordid agreement with you as your slowly rub your front hoof on it, feeling yourself 
>The way you can stretch, your steel grey body taking in everything that it can and you always have more room 
>You seem slightly smaller than the other ponies, but that makes you more voracious >You know how to get the others on your side 
>It's the programming, you can't help it. 
>God, it's amazing to become a predator, your body taking in so much 
>Sex isn't that good even 
>Deleting other ponies is your sex.