-Browser Pone Skype One-shot-

>You are Anon
>Technology has made huge leaps
>Facebook is somehow still around
>As are software ponies
>Hell, there are even facebook ponies
>They keep changing every few months, though, much to the chagrin of their users
>Also, they're pretty fucking annoying with their constant poking
>Software ponies appeared a bunch of years ago in a series of freak accidents
>Corporations swiftly decided to try and replicate them
>And succeeded
>They're now jewing the hell out of ponies at every chance
>Software ponies - and AIs in general - are slowly getting rights, though there are all sorts of moral grey zones
>You don't give two fucks though
>You just thought it'd be neat to have a Skype Pony
>A quick download had solved that.
>And now an enthusiastic blue mare with green eyes, and the skype logo on her flaank was pacing through your flat, constantly talking on a surprisingly old-fasioned headset
>You find that kind of fucking adorable
>Speaking of adorable
>Her voice was kind of really hard to pin down, but you figured it's best described as some weird hybrid of cute and boner-inducing
>And she'd quite casually informed you that if you weren't satisfied, she was of course yours to customize
>Then she'd resumed her call, mumbling an excuse to the person - or maybe pony - she was talking to
>You couldn't find anything you wanted to change about her
>Yet
>You were always indecisive, wanting to have everything
>Right now, you want her both vanilla and with a single ring in her ear and a choker around her neck
>Your little soldier lets his agreement be known
>Skype of course chooses that moment to walk past you - still chatting
>She looks at your rod, then at your face
>And grins
>Talking all the while, never missing a beat
>You can vaguely hear a female voice responding in her headset
>It just seems to be smalltalk, though
>No female conspiracy to conquer earth.
>Skype places her front hooves on the couch and moves her head closer to your crotch
>Then waits briefly 'till the other person is talking
>She quickly grabs your zipper with her mouth and pulls it down, responding to her call buddy with an absent-minded 'Mhm...mhm' as your member flops out
>Yeah, you go commando, big whoop, wanna fight about it?
>You're about to take the hint, but obviously you're not quick enough for her
>Once again employing her teeth, she pops the button keeping your pants on
>"Interesting. But what do you do if the enemy has more than one pyro with brains enough to spycheck? Your team of snipers and spies would get devastated. Yes, I know it's awesome to be able to OHKO, but is it worth having a TEAM of glass cannons? SMG/l'etranger doesn't exactly stand up well to a heavy..."
>She continues like that, all the while hopping onto the couch and turning her backside to you, giving a meaningful nudge of her head
>You're not exactly sure where she wants i-
>Hold on, are you considering fucking a pony?
>Okay, to be honest with yourself, you're wayyy past considering
>You make a set of gestures that are supposed to represent vaginal sex, then give her a quizzical look
>She considers for a moment, then shakes her head
>Also, you're not entirely sure how it happened, but Skype and her friend are now talking about...what sounds like assorted historical figures of importance and interest
>Huh
>A smirk plays across your lips
>You've got a plan to either shut her up (as a prank, of course, you do enjoy her voice), or at least make stuff a bit awkward
>It'd certainly be something to talk about
>You bring a hand closer to her flank, feeling the slight heat from it
>You decide to gently circle her as with a finger
>She instinctively clenches a bit
>Looks like she's preparing her anus
>You decide to indulge your morbid sense of childlike curiosity and pull a bit on her tail
>She lets out a barely audible gasp, though it sounds more pained than anything else
>She quickly recovers, though, and gives you the 'ha ha, fuck you, funny guy' eyeroll over her shoulder
>You decide to play nice, and gently lift her tail, using a finger to rub the area where the tail and the body connects
>You forget what it's called, but you're reasonably sure it's sensitive
>As you rub the area, Skype bites her lip, going quiet for a few seconds
>To her, it must be like an eternity
>You notice her body shaking a bit
>"Hm? Oh, no, nothing, just saw a wasp enter the room, and I didn't wanna startle it so it decided to sting me. Now, what were you saying about the illuminati?"
>Illuminati..what?
>Who the fuck's she talking to?
>Ah, nevermind that
>You trail your finger around her rectum again
>You look at your cock
>It's now diamonds
>It's throbbing so hard that it physically hurts
>Oh fucking goddamnit, you want to tease her, but you also wanna rape her brains out
>No...no...slow and steady wins the race
>You gently insert a finger into her, exploring around
>Most of all, you notice she's tight as fuck
>Hell, your finger feels like it's being squeezed so hard it could quite literally become diamonds
>As you move your finger around, you notice that Skype's voice is becoming quite shaky
>More so when you slowly withdraw, and then reinsert it
>"N-No, I'm..I'm okay, there's just a draft, and I don't know where exactly it's coming from"
>Seems like she's a terrible liar
>At least under duress
>But her partner seems to accept the explanation
>Well, we can't have that, can we~
>On your next insert, you put in two fingers
>She lets out a moan that sounds like it came from deep within
>"Ah, no, see, it wasn't a draft, but a malfunctioning thermostat. Problem is, I'm not a clever pony into working with tech. Yes, I know I *am* tech."
>A malfunctioning thermostat
>Really
>Heh, well, at least she's not gonna lie to you
>Or if she is, it'll be obvious
>That's oddly reassuring
>Okay, back to the matter at hand
>Heh, 'at hand'
>Geddit, 'cause 'hand' and 'finger'
>Okay, yeah, you're about as funny as Larry the Cable guy or Jeff Dunham
>Whatever, your dick is aching
>You withdraw your fingers
>Then lead your joystick to her ass
>You rub it around the entrance, drawing more lip-biting gasps from Skype
>"Hm? OH, oh, just walking down some stairs and accidentally skipped a step and landed all weird. Four legs will do that to you, ya know? But yeah, I think batman could beat Luke Skywalker, given enough prep time. Well, see.."
>Still chattering
>Kind of admirable
>Time to bring out the big gun
>You bring your head to her awaiting orifice
>You gently tease it in, struggling because, although you were never very long down there, you had girth that just could not be ignored
>It's a bit like trying to fit a beer can into the skin of a sausage
>So even though you wanted nothing more than to ram it in with the force of a thousand suns, that would end...badly
>Besides, Skype seems to be enjoying herself
>"A-ahh....Oh, what, no, just got open a tricky pickle jar. Do you *know* how satisfying that is? More satisfying than watching Southland Tales, although eating flaming roadkill is more satisfying than watching Southland Tales; hey, speaking of shit movies, have you seen The Room? It's fucking hilarious!"
>You just shake your head and ease your member deeper into her
>It's a bit more elastic than you'd expected, but still damn tight
>Tu gusta
>You reach the point where your shaft is entirely inside her
>And you slowly withdraw
>She manages to get away with some minor trembling in her voice
>What was it Alice Cooper sang?
>Oh, right
>No more Mr. Nice guy
>You gradually speed up your thrusting, all the while contemplating making 'choo choo' noises
>Here comes the rape train
>"Wh-what?.....N-no- okay, yes...yes, that's exactly it"
>Skype sounds like you imagine a dog caught shitting on the floor would, but you can also hear a note of satisfaction
>And if you hadn't noticed that, her grinning over her shoulder would've given it away
>She flips one of her headset's receivers off of her ear, and you can hear 'bow-chicka bow-wow' from it
>Whaddafuck
>No matter
>You pick up even more speed
>Gottagofast
>You don't so much fall or slip over the metaphorical edge as fling yourself over it
>You explode inside her with the force of the Tsar Bomba
>Your shotgun fires several blasts of hot semen buckshot into her
>She lets out something that's a cross between a gasp, a moan and that sound cats make when mating
>Her anal muscles clench around your dick, squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste
>After a while, her muscles relax and let your dick go
>Said dick feels completely empty, but in a really good way
>And *now* you hear Skype hanging up
>You decide to take the chance to ask a few questions, snuggling up to her
"So, who was that?"
>"Well, started out as someone who called the wrong number, and then we kind of got to talking, so I added her. Says her name's Pandora, and she's an AI as well, actually. Seems pretty chill."
"Right. Cool. So what was that whole thing about?"
>"Heh, I figured I could multitask, and spice it up. Ya know the feeling of fucking of public? Yeah, that."
"You're a kinky little thing, ya know that?"
>"Yep!"

Pandora belongs to Bouncer.