Eight Awesome Angles!

> A pair of technicolor eyes spin rapidly in multiple directions, processing your requests efficiently and without delay.
>"Hmmmph! I'm so bored! When are you going to take advantage of my awesome tablet game programs and put away these silly spreadsheets?"
>Windows 8, your new operating system, whines as you complete a series of important charts about hardwood densities.
>In the light of multicolored tabs, ever her impatient expression looked  only all the more adorable.
Now Eight, you're supposed to be as efficient and sophisticated as your predecessor; patience is a virtue. I need to finish these charts for next week's cabinetry class to give the students.
> You tease the young operating system softly with a chuckle while closing out of your work for the day with a simple wave of your hand.
>"Pssh, I'm way better than big sister!"
>She blows a raspberry into the air.
>"...and I thought I told you that my name is Winnie!"
>She states with a wink, giving off a light horse-ish neigh and a giggle.
>You cannot help but roll your eyes at the pun.
>Shame she seems dead serious about the name though.
Careful, Eight. Flirting will get you into trouble...
>"Oh I'm programmed for anything; surely a tough OS like me can handle anything~"
>Winnie climbs onto the bedspread you were laying on, shaking her tiny rump blatantly towards your face.
>You rub your eyes in mild frustration.
Will nopony save me from this turbulently horny filly?
>You groan; Eight was certainly trouble.
>The other ponies warned you about getting an OS that only cost forty bits.
> ....but nooo, you had to be on the cutting edge of Microsoft latest OS and tablet tech.
>Your reward for your devotion?
>Possession of one of the strangest, most obnoxious little tablets this side of Equestria.
>There's no way they all can be like this...
Alright, alright, we can take a break and play a touch screen game.
>You sigh in resignation and bring up some tiles as Winnie looks up at you expectantly.
Want to try out a round of Grumpy Griffins? We can only play a few rounds though, I need to finis-mmpphh?!
>You're cut off as Winnie shoves her sky-blue lips against yours, closing her eyes and the tiles around her shut with a signature "click".
>Caught off-guard, you cannot help but feel a small, flat tongue hungrily seeking yours as moments later the filly pulls back and leaps onto your stomach.
>What is even more shocking is the thin strand of saliva that she has somehow produced, linking your lips moments longer before succumbing to gravity.
>"Anon..."
>Windows Eight pants.
>"Today I heard about oak, red pine, yellow pine, and even maple...but there's only one wood I'm interested in."
>She grinds herself roughly against your crotch; you cannot help but be bewildered by not only her increasingly annoying puns but also her increasingly mare-ish behavior.
>You also can't help but to immediately start growing inside of your trousers; it has been far too long since you have taken care of business.
>Taking a second to shake yourself from the mental situation, you quickly raise your hand and flick the tip of her tiny unicorn horn.
>"Ah!"
>She cries out as the assault on your lower half is halted.
Start Task Manager.
>You're going to find out what's making your OS behave so lewdly and, whether virus or hacker, put a stop to the madness somehow.
>Her horn glows a silvereye-gray as she rubs it with a hoof.
Let's see...Processes...Memory...hmmm? What's this?
>Your eyes go wide as Winnie looks up at you, a look of perturbation melting into slight nervousness.
Eight...would you care to explain to me how the task HEAT.exe found its way to the top if your service list?
>She scrunches up her nose in a blush.
>"It's Winnie! ...a-and I'm a big filly with n-needs too, ya know!"
>She pouts with a slight waver in her voice from the arousal.
>"I f-found it on the internet and thought it'd be a fun game for my coltfriend and I to play..."
Eigh-...Winnie, you're my OS, not my marefriend. Besides, you really couldn't handle this anyway. You don't know what you're getting into.
>You sigh.
>"That's not fair! Other fillies do it with their coltfriends, why not us?!"
>She implores with a voice crack.
>She's not having any of it; you upgraded specifically to avoid this garbage.
>You knew Windows Seven probably had some negative influence on her little sister, but nothing like this.
>Hearing of this problem before, you only heard one way to stop it.
>....but if it was the only way to get your productivity back and halt this filly from stealing your boxers to sniff at night, then consequences be damned.
 Winnie.
>Her pouting stops imediately.
>"Yeeessss?"
>She blinks with a "click".
>She knows that tone of voice, laden with slight lust.
>You lay back on the bed.
If you really went through all this trouble to set this up, then I suppose you've earned your "prize".
>You flatly state, letting your arousal seep into your growing manhood.
>You couldn't deny the fact that you hadn't thought about getting some mareish relief before, but not with an OS pony...and certainly not with a in-heat filly.
>Winnie squees with delight, and wasting no time, magics your pants off.
>Her smile of eager confidence soon wavers however as your member is finally unveiled.
>It towers thickly over her face and horn.
W-wow.
>She coughs, her smile still shaky.
Sis didn't say anything about them being so big.
>The light blush that graces her cheeks begins to flare into most of her face.
>You can't help but chuckle.
>"Hey! Don't laugh!"
>Winnie pouts with a squeak.
Can't help it. I told you that you wouldn't be ready for thissss...
>You hiss as the head of your member is sloppily licked and taken into her mouth.
>Although she cannot take you deeply, by Celestia, she certainly is trying her damnedest.
>Without further ceremony, she pops your member out with a slight cough.
>"S-see?"
>She mutters, wiping her lips with a blue hoof.
>"I'm programmed to take on anything."
>Winnie declares with confidence once again filling her voice as her eyes meet yours.
>They spin once and blink with a click.
>You grin; this might turn out more interesting than you'd imagined.
Well then, big filly...
>You take three fingers, spitting on them gently and spreading your saliva with hers along your achign shaft.
Turn around and let's flush your processes.
>Winnie smirks, turning around and presenting herself without hesitation.
>Her dark-blue tail is flung aside to reveal a pair of darker blue lips and a pink, winking clitoris.
>The small clit, winking lewdly in a rapid motion, signals a fierce need for attention.
>Rising to your knees, you cannot help but shake your head.
>You half expected  her unable to have downloaded the "full package" without you even knowing, but it looks like the filly really did her homework.
>Winnie must really need this...
>You align your crown against her entrance and are rewarded with a small squirt of juice onto your aching glans.
>The smell is intoxicating, like fresh lavender and a slight musk.
>Setting your  hands on her pert butt, you tense up in preparation as you grind against her winking.
>Your girth is nearly wider than her entire marehood.
>"Anon..."
>Winnie pants, lowering her head to the mattress.
>"I've always wanted....I just need....just....just take me!"
>Nodding softly, you begin the first slow thrust into her shallow depths, taking your time as immediate tightness threatens to squeeze you back out.
>"Ahhhh!"
>Winnie cries out before burying her face into some sheets.
>"T-t-too big..."
>She muffles out as your head and first few inches of shaft cram her clitoris back inside it's hood.
>You keep sliding in, tightening your glutes to push harder so that you might overcome her tight ridges.
>Your efforts are rewarded with more heavenly-scented squirts of filly juice onto your shaft as you soon hit Winnie's cervix.
>She might have went all out on her downloaded marehood, but she certainly didn't take into account your particular size.
>Guess she should have snooped harder when you were toweling off from your showers...
Oh Winnie...you're so damn tight...
>You throatily groan as she manages to begin massaging your length with her walls, doing the best she can as you split her apart.
>"Oh DOS, buck me."
>She achingly whines, grinding her teeth against the bedspread.
>So brazen...
>You slide nearly all the way out, making sure your glans hit every ridge of your delicious filly  	before shoving
 yourself back in without warning.
>Winnie screams in agonizing delight, finally feeling you, her self-proclaimed coltfiend claiming her tender hole.
>Your thrusting speeds up, yet you still remain half exposed as her moist lips squirt more and more liquid onto your remaining shaft.
>Every stroke elects mewls of animalistic arousal as Winnie begins to wiggle her hips slightly, struggling unsuccessfully to burry you deeper into her.
>"S-so bucking big...ah!"
>You smack her ass softly mid-thrust.
Language, young filly...
>You chide sarcastically as your hand wanders over her slight mounds, tweaking her nipples gently.
>"H-how AHH-are you still g-GAH-going?
>Winnie hoofs at the bed but finds little purchase, helplessly trying to lean into your quickening thrusts.
>Sounds of high-pitched squelching fills the room as a thicker musk starts to permeate the air.
>Looks like she couldn't take into account human stamina either...
>"S-something's haaapAAAA!!!"
>Before she's able to ask anything else, Winnie's voice cracks and her face contorts into a scrunch before blushing fiercely.
>You feel your manhood drenched in sickly-yellow juice as Winnie screams into the air arcing her back and locking up against the sheets as her anus puckers from the ferocity of her first real maregasm.
>Your mind clouds over with lust as you feel yourself swell larger inside; animal instinct drives you to attempt to cram every inch of yourself into your young lover.
>Alas, only about half of your shaft is able to be buried into this tight filly as your head knots itself tightly against her womb.
>You grip her haunches, putting your weight against her as you moan her name into the room before the first blast of your love explodes into her cervix.
>Winnie cries out, nearly snorting and gasping for air as her walls contract sporadically around you, instinctively milking you for every last drop.
>Thick ropes of seed quickly fill what little space Winnie has as it quickly overflows down her thighs.
>Dollops of rich, fertile cream pour from your head into the squealing filly as the entrance to her womb rubs your glans oh-so well.
>After what feels like an eternity, you finally finish emptying yourself into her, pulling yourself out with a pop as a river of cum flows out onto the already large mess on the sheets.
>With a grunt, Winnie collapses her sweating body against the bed.
>You follow suit, laying yourself against her as you both struggle to catch your breath.
>She runs her forehooves over her stomach while your pull her close.
>"My belly feels so full..."
>She groans, voice raspy from the screaming.
>Wiggling to turn herself around in your arms, Winnie peppers your face with her lips, leaving little kisses everywhere.
Stop! Hey!
>You can't help but giggle at the shower of adorable gratitude as she eventually snuggles up against your chest.
>The smell of sex hangs heavily in the air.
>"Anon...?"
Yes Winnie?
>She smiles as you call her by her chosen name.
>"Do you...think we can run this program again sometime?"
>She blushes, hiding slightly behind her forehooves as her eyes spin once with a click.
>You can't help but grin and rub her dark-blue mane.
>Looks like you won't be getting your future work done on time either.
>Oh well...once a Windows OS, always a Windows OS...