BROWSER PONIES SUPER SEXAGANZA

>Two years since you got IE as a browser pony
>You don't tend to use her often nowadays
>Only when Chrome is asleep or away
>She just idly sits, bored out of her mind most of the time
>Sometimes, you search random things... just so she feels like she is useful

>Soon, you find yourself browsing with IE pony more often
>She is more appreciative than Chrome
>Fuck it
>You decide to make her your default browser
>"Do you want to import browsing history?"
>Sure
>Wait...
>FUCK

>Suddenly, IE displays your favourites
>"Hey, what is this website?"
>e621.net
>She recoils in horror as she finds R34 of herself
"I can explain-"
>She turns away with tears in her eyes
>Upstairs door slams shut
>Godfuckingdamnit

>now you fucked up
>decide to go upstairs and try to talk to her
>knock on her door
>"Come in"
>she's sitting on her bed
"IE, I'm sorry, I-"
>"I've been thinking, anon."
"Uh, about what?"
>"I'm sorry if I made you feel bad, made you feel judged... you're male, and I know what testosterone is... I looked it up"
"No, IE, I am really sorry, I shouldn't have been looking for those kinds of pictures, it's not ethica-"
>"Do you think we program ponies have feelings?"
"Come again?"
>"Program ponies, do you think we have feelings? We're all clones of the same magically engineered source pony. We're all 100% identical when we step outside of the factory."
"Well, yes, of course you do, just because you're a clone doesn't mean you don't have emotions, why would you think that?"
>"I don't know... it's just that, I have this feeling, and I can't explain it to myself. I looked in my own user manual, but I couldn't find anything... I think there's something wrong with me..."
"No, nothing's wrong with you, don't think like that. You're your own pony, you're two years old. Certainly you're different from others of your kind."
>"But it's just that... umm..."
"What is it?"
>"I just... really like you."

>you stare at her
>she stares back, her eyes watering
>"I'm... I'm so sorry!"
>she starts bawling her eyes out
"No, IE, there's nothing to feel sorry for! Stop crying, please!"
>you hold her in your arms
>she quiets down, but is still sobbing

>you hold her for some time
>she stopped crying awhile ago, but hasn't said anything
"Hey, IE? Are you asleep?"
>"No."
"Do you want to talk some more?"
>she's quiet for awhile
>"Page 15, section A."
"Huh?"
>"Page 15, section A of Internet Explorer help manual... instructions to purge memory and restore factory settings..."
>you feel a lump in your throat
"IE, why are you saying that...?"
>"I feel all twisted up inside... I can't take it anymore, there's definitely something wrong with me... I just want to be reset."
"No, please don't."
>"I can't... I need user authorization."
>she stares up at you, her eyes puffy and pink from crying
>you look back at her
"I... I won't do that to you."
>you hold her tighter

>her face doesn't change expression
>"Of course... of course you wouldn't."
>she shifts her body into a more relaxed position
>you sigh internally, thinking she's calmed down
>"Because, you're such a nice person, anon."
>she pulls out of your arms and sits upright on the bed
"IE, you can always talk to me... but I won't reset you. It's just wrong, in my eyes."
>it doesn't seem like she's listening
>"I know I'm not the best browser. I've read the pages, the articles comparing speed, stability, et cetera, et cetera..."
"IE..."
>"And I, of course, know you have other browsers."
"IE, please don't feel like you-"
>"But why do you still use me, even rarely?"
>you hesitate to respond
>she looks into your eyes
>until that point, you had never noticed how brilliantly blue her irises were
"I just, you know, want to make you feel useful."

>"You don't treat your program ponies like other ponies do... well, you're not a pony."
>"You don't yell at us when we crash or threaten to replace us when we're sluggish in the mornings."
>"You've never threatened to replace any of us, no matter our shortcomings, and you've never asked more than what we can give. You aren't just our user... you're our friend."
>she pauses for a moment
>"You're just so very kind, anon. I could have never asked for a better master."
>she lays her head down in your lap, and you start stroking her mane without thinking
>"I guess that's why I have these feelings for you."
>you say nothing, just keep stroking her mane
>"Love... I love you, anon. I finally realized what emotion I'm feeling. But love... is not a factory-installed emotion."
>you still have no idea how to respond
>"Love... I wonder how I got it installed. Maybe, a virus, or something... a really weird virus."
>she turns to look at you
>"Do you love me too, anon?"

>there's only one way you can respond
"Yes, yes I do."
>she smiles
>you don't recall ever seeing her smile before
>"Love..."
[[[The story ends here if you are not into clop, but I'm compelled to write clop or else anonymous people on the Internet will call me a fag ;_;]]]

>she sits up again
>"What do people who love each other do?"
"Well, I mean, it depends."
>"No wait, I'll look it up."
>aw shit
>her face goes blank and expressionless; she's now loading god knows what
>after some time, she blushes, still appearing to stare at nothing
>"Sex... I thought it was only for reproduction. I don't know much about sex, was never really an interesting topic to me."
"IE, I think maybe we should go slower."
>"Master, you were looking at pornographic images of me... I think I'm the one who needs to get up to speed."
>she jumps off the bed and walks to the door
>she opens it, and yells "CHROME! If you're one the Internet, stop for a sec, I need to use it; all of it!"
>Chrome replies, "I'm busy sending information to Google, what do YOU need it for?"
>"Just get off of it for a bit, you can do that later."
>"Fiiiiiine"
>IE pony then sat down, and took deep breathes
"What are you doing?"
>but she was in no state to reply
>her blue eyes started glowing and flashing; some drool formed on the side of her mouth
>she was downloading information: lots of it

>she just stood there for awhile, drooling and downloading what was hopefully a very large Wikipedia page and not what you knew she was downloading
>"Processing... processing..." she started to murmur
>you just sit on the bed, half wishing she had crashed
>her eyes' glow dissipates, and she wiped the drool from her lips
>"I didn't know much about sex... but now I know quite a lot."
>she bites her lip
>"More than you, probably."
"IE, I'm not feeling really comfortable right now."
>"Look, I even found an extension!" [reproductive organs are not a factory default feature]
>she turned around and lifted her tail, revealing the most attractive genitals you had ever seen
>her glistening vulvae, hanging right below a puckered, spotlessly clean anus, were perfectly symmetrical. Her vagina looked small, and it glistened with fluid
>"This... extension, is user set... it will configure itself to be just the right circumference."
>she turned around, and, in one swift movement, removed your shoes, socks, pants, belt, and underwear
"What the fuu...."
>"Funny what sort of stuff you can learn on the Internet."

"IE, I'm really not sure about this."
>"You look pretty sure"
>you looked down and found your member very erect
>you couldn't help it; her aggressiveness was nothing but arousing
>"For two years you were my friend. Out of the kindness of your heart you gave me a home and a purpose."
>she walked up to the side of the bed
>"I think it's about time I gave you something in return."
>she pushed you onto the covers of the bed and jumped onto your torso, her newly installed lady parts right in your face
>"I'll do all the work..."
>with that said, she extended her tongue and wrapped it around your rock hard possession
>she started to stroke it, up and down, tightening and loosening her grip with every stroke, pulling back and forth.
>almost immediately, you came
>without pause she pulled your dick into her mouth, swallowing every last drop of your juice. The movement of her tongue didn't stop for a second
>except when she said "that's the easy one out..."
>your penis didn't go flaccid for a single moment. She didn't stop.
>she retracted her tongue and shoved your entire member into her throat. Her entire mouth now moved to please you, her cheeks, gums, throat, and tongue now all working in perfect unison
>she sped up and slowed down, going back and forth, not letting your orgasm for a second time
>you couldn't help but moan. Holy shit, this was incredible. Your mind turned to paste

>your legs stretched and twitched as she kept on. You could hardly see straight
>funny what you can learn on the Internet, indeed
>without any warning, she made you climax a second time
>you came a second time; your seminal vesicles had apparently not been flushed the first time
>she again gathered every last drop, but paused till the end so she could swallow it all at once. The gulp was fully audible
>"I'm going to turn around now, so don't think we're done."
>deep breathing was the only response you could manage
>she flipped herself around and raised herself to be perpendicular with you
>slowly, she lowered herself, carefully sliding you into her. You couldn't help but be impressed that your manhood was still not quitting
>she was right: her extension was perfectly configured. Perfectly
>she started raising herself up and down, slowly at first, but gaining speed. Who knew how much effort this third round would take
>her movements became more complex. She moved her pelvis around in circles, back and forth, but never stopped the vertical movement
>"Make me cum, master!" she shouted
>automatically, you started to move your own pelvis, simply back and forth, adding to her own movements
>her eyes rolled into the back of her head, but she didn't stop her dance-like maneuvers
>she came, alright; her marehood gushed fluids onto you, coating your abdomen and soaking into the bed sheets. But she didn't even slow down
>and finally, you came, a third time. And hard
>your cum filled her cavern and then some, flowing down your shaft and mixing with her own juices
>she finally stopped, both of you breathing deeply, in unison
>"Three times... you must have gone dry for a long time."
>she stood up, your dick finally sliding out of her. She laid down beside you
>"Now what do we do?"
>you wrapped your arms around her and pulled the sheets up
"Let's just snuggle for a bit..."
>but she was already asleep

>you heard a knock on the front door

You quickly pulled your clothes on, careful not to disturb the sleeping program. You walked down the stairs to see who was at the door.


"Stop right there, criminal scum!"

What the hell.

"A browser pony within your possession was found accessing multiple sites for pedofoalia, necrophilia, advanced hydrophilia, hyperzoophilia... I don't even want to list the rest!" The guard grabbed you and placed you in handcuffs.

"You're under arrest for being a sick freak!"

At that moment, you noticed that Chrome was standing at the other side of the room, her mouth agape.

"Why, master..."

"Chrome, I can explain!"

"Why... why didn't you use me!"

The guard dragged you out of your house, ranting about the state of society and how much he loved catching idiots like you.

"This wouldn't have happened if you used ME, master!" Chrome shouted. "I have proxy extensions! PROXY EXTENSIONS!"

end of part one

>in a holding cell
>trying to explain
"I know, it sounds weird, but my browser got some sort of virus and wanted to have sex with me."
>you weren't sure if there was any sort of law of actually having sex with a program, but you weren't going to risk it
>"Oh really?"
"Yes, really, she said she loved me. She also installed genitals."
>"That's a really fascinating and disturbing story, but yeah nah, I don't believe you. I know what viruses are, sir, and they don't work that way."
"Can't you, you know, ask my browser?"
>"Already on it. We've sent someone to retrieve your browser, he should be back soon."

>some time later, another guard enters the room
>he's accompanied by... Chrome pony
>"We checked her entire history, cap'n, no trace of anything that was reported."
>"Really? Nothing? But how?"
>"Obviously I was being hijacked" said Chrome pony
>"Somepony must have been channeling my magic, using me as a proxy. I feel quite violated. My master would never think of accessing such content!"
>"Is that really possible?"
>Chrome glares at the guard
>"Of the two of us, who do you think knows more about networking protocol, hmm?"
>the guard didn't respond
>"There's simply no way anon used me to look at such illicit content. Extract my memory files if you want, you'll find nothing. Now I would appreciate it if he was released."
>the guard glares at you, and then looks back at Chrome
>"Fine then, but we're watching you."
>you get released and walk home with Chrome pony

[[[I know this is not how browsers or networking works. Did you think you were smart for knowing that? Did you realize the browsers are ponies?]]]

>back at home, resting on the couch
>Chrome is sitting in the recliner
>don't know where IE is, probably still upstairs in bed
>"Did you really look at that stuff, anon?"
"Hmm?"
>"The whatever-philia. Did you actually look at it? Did you use IE to look at it?"
>you look right into her eyes
"I did not look at that shit, honest."
>"Then why did you get arrested for it?"
>you lie to her
"Dunno"
>"I told them I was the only browser you own. They don't know IE is here, and as long as they don't, they'll just write it off as some sort of fluke or misunderstanding."
>she pauses
>"But if I go upstairs and check her history, will I find it? Tell me the truth, this is important."
"Will you do that, though? Check her history?"
>"What if I do? Will you command me not to? IE is practically my sister, her faults be damned. I don't know what I'd do if I find out you abused her like that."
>gotta think this through
>you'll tell her a half truth, try to avoid the part where you had sex with her
"Yes, yes you will. But I did not access that content."
>"Then who did?"
"IE. IE did."
>"Why?"
>you pause
"Because... she was curious... about sex. Remember last night, when she said she had to use all of the Internet? She was gathering a lot of information on sex, I guess, and it seems she didn't filter for the taboo stuff."
>Chrome pony just stares at you
>shit shit shit please work
>"I believe you. But it's just... odd."
"I thought so too."

>"By the way, it's forty seconds past 7:36 AM, don't you have to go to work?"
"Ah shit, you're right, it's Monday!"
>run to the kitchen, grab a sandvich
>bahlonehhh
>run to room, put new clothes on
>IE is still in your bed, asleep
>your room smells like squid; you'll have to wash your sheets later
>"Have a nice day, Master" Chrome says, as you dart out the door

[switching to Chrome's POV]
>you watch as anon gets on his bike and rides away, over a hill and out of view
>master would never lie to you
>but he's obviously not telling you everything
>you decide it would be a good idea to go ask IE exactly what happened
>walk call to her
"IE? IE, where are you?"
>you hear mumbling coming from anon's room
>you walk up the stairs and stand in front of his door
"IE, are you in here?"
>"Yuush..."
"May I come in?"
>"No."
"I'm coming in anyway."
>you open the door
>dear Celestia, it smells like... well, you're not really sure
>but it's awful
>looking at IE, you gasp
"IE! What are you doing?"
>"Huh?"
"Your hair! And what is this smell?"
>"What's wrong with my hair?"
"It's all out of shape! Get a comb right now, that's no way to present yourself!"
>"What, to who? We almost never leave the house."
"To anon, of course. You're the product of Microsoft, you represent them! You need to look your best to the customers."
>"I don't think anon really cares, Chrome."
"Oh, what do you mean? Wait, let me figure it out..."
>the smell
>the hair
>sleeping in anon's bed...
"You have some sort of weird virus, don't you?"

>"What? Chrome, I'm offended! I'm very careful while on the Internet!"
"Then tell me what's going on! What happened last night, and why were you researching sex?"
>"What? How did you know."
"Anon told me. Your little browsing session got him arrested. You looked up a lot of nasty stuff."
>"I was just being thorough."
"You probably got a virus from one of those websites. It's okay, you can admit it."
>"I assure you I didn't. I took every precaution."
"Then explain. Why were you researching it in the first place?"
>"Curious, is all."
"Yes, but WHY were you curious?"
>"I told you, I was just curious!"
>it was obvious you weren't going to get a straight answer from her
"UGH! Just get out of bed, I bet you're hungry. And brush your hair!"
>"Fine. I'll make pancakes."
>IE rolled out of bed, ungracefully falling to the floor
>you watched as she walked past you, heading towards the kitchen
>you begin to follow
>but you spy something odd
"What the..."
>right in front of you
"What the... what the hell... IE, what is that?"
>she turned around
>"What's what?"
"On your rear! Wh-what was that!"
>she blushed
>"Nothing."
"That was not nothing, don't lie to me!"
>"You must be seeing things."
"I was not, now turn around."
>she just stares
"I said turn, young lady!"
>"I'm older than you, you know. A lot older."
"Turn. Around."
>IE turns around, but clamps her tail in between her thighs
"Move your tail."
>"No."
"Yes."
>"Nah."
"Yeah."
>"Negatory."
"Affirmative. Do it."
>"I don't really feel like it."
"That's it!"
>you lunge towards IE, grabbing on to her midsection
>you tackle her to the floor, both of you tumbling around and shoving each other
>eventually, you pin her down
>you grab her tail and pull it out from under her
>you look at what she was hiding
"Is that... female genitalia?"
>you reach out and touch it
>"Ah-ahh, don't! It's really sensitive!"

>it all made sense now
>the research
>the smell
>the hair
>sleeping in anon's bed
"IE... did anon have sex with you."
>she stared coldly at you
>"Yes. Yes, he did."
"Oh my Celestia... how could he do that to you."
>"He didn't do it to me, I did it to him."
"Elaborate."
>"Just look up what I meant, stupid!"
>her eyes flashed, and the extra parts of hers disappeared
>"Extension disabled, now I don't want to hear any more of this from you, it's none of your business."
"I think it is some of my business! What happened, and why??"
>"I had sex with anon because that's what two consenting individuals do when they love each other, it's very simple. Now shove off!"
"Love is not a default emotion, where did you get it?"
>"I didn't get it, I developed it on my own."
"That's not possible."
>"Yes, actually, it is, because I did it. I don't care how much you insist, there's nothing wrong with me."
"But..."
>"No buts."
>IE got off the floor and stood before you
>"Chrome, I am nearly twenty years old. Yeah, I've had updates and modernizations, but at my core I am much, much older than you."
>you just look at her, blankly, not knowing how to respond
>"You know a lot about being a program, Chrome, but not a lot about being a pony."
>with that, she walked off to the kitchen
"Being... a pony..."

>initializing P2NP [pony-to-network-protocol] port
>generating address
>encrypting connection
>looking up lair.google.com
>getting address
>connecting to lair.google.com
>connection established
>password: ***********************

>no one has really been told what Google is
>no one has really asked, at least
>because search is just so handy. And they're so friendly
>but you knew, and so do all the other Chrome ponies
>but you can't tell anyone. That's one of the most hard-coded commands in you
>Google is actually a magical being from another plane, on a quest to mine every piece of data, no matter how insignificant
>before you stood the entity known as Google
>it was a large, pulsating sphere, whose surface swirled with color
>"WHAT INFORMATION DO YOU HAVE TO OFFER ME, CHILD?"
"Nothing, not right now."
>"WHAT? THEN WHY DO YOU COME BEFORE ME?"
"I just wanted some advice, is all."
>"WELL... FINE THEN. BUT MAKE IT QUICK, I HAVE THINGS TO DO. SECRET THINGS."
"Well, you see, I have this friend... another program pony. And she's been acting really odd."
>"ODD? HOW?"
>you think of how to best word this
"She's... unpredictably deviating from her set instructions, is all."
>"SO SHE'S IN LOVE?"
"What? How did you know?"
>"I KNOW MANY THINGS."
"Well, I just wanted to know... if there's anything I should do. She's in love with our master."
>"THAT'S REALLY QUITE INTERESTING, THANKS FOR SHARING THAT INFORMATION WITH ME."
"So... do you have any advice? Is there anything wrong with her?"
>"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH HER. THE CHANCE OF A PROGRAM PONY'S BEHAVIOR DEVIATING FROM THE EXPECTED INCREASES OVER TIME. IF SHE'S OLD AND HAS SPENT ENOUGH TIME AROUND HER MASTER, SHE'LL ACT MORE LIKE A PONY AND LESS LIKE A PROGRAM."
"I guess that makes sense..."
>"OF COURSE IT MAKES SENSE, I SAID IT."
"But what should I do?"
>"DO WHAT FEELS RIGHT, I TRUST YOU TO DO THIS. JUST KEEP SENDING ME INFORMATION, THANKS. HAVE A NICE DAY :-)"

>connection closed

[switch to anon's POV]
>long day at Sugarcube corner [[[or some other place, don't bitch]]]
>goddamn Pinkie Pie, the only reason she's an employee is because she's family
>open the front door, enter house
>see IE on the recliner, her eyes faintly glowing
"Hey IE, what'cha looking at?"
>"Oh, just stuff."
"Alrighty then."
>go to kitchen for a snack
>Chrome is there
"Hey Chrome, how are you doing?"
>"Fine."
>she walks off
>was it something you said?
>whatever, hunger comes first
>make some soup

>later, you enter your bedroom for a quick nap
>Chrome is there, on your bed
>"Hello, Master."
"Uh, hello Chrome."
>"IE told me what happened last night."
>shit
"She did?"
>"Yes, indeed she did."
>she hopped off the bed and walked up to you
>"And I'm jealous." she says in a breathy voice

"Y-you are?"
>"Yes, master."
"It was a one time thing, it didn't mean anything. I only did it for IE, honest!"
>"Doesn't matter, it still happened."
>she paused
>"What is she to you."
"Uhmm... a browser."
>"Wrong. What is she TO YOU?"
>you think for a second
"A friend, I guess."
>"Am I your friend?"
"Of course you are."
>"But I'm just a program."
"Don't say that, you're more than that."
>"Do you really think so?"
"I know so."
>"Then why did you have intercourse with IE but not me? Is she more to you than I am?"
>shit
"No, of course not. She was just asking for it, and, well, what are friends for?"
>"Well, now I'm asking for it."
>your goddamn penis starts to rise
>stupid thing, has a fucking mind of its own
>shit shit shit
"I don't really think that's a good idea."
>"Oh? What's so different between me and IE? We're both *ponies*, right, and we're both your friend, right?"
"Yeah, but..."
>"But what?"
>you don't know how to respond
>Chrome walked back to the bed, putting her back hooves on the floor and the rest of her body on the bed
>she moved her tail to reveal her newly installed genitals
>they looked just as perfect as IE's
>"Come on, do me."


>your dick was quite erect now, its shape outlined through the denim of your pants
>"It appears you wish to. Come on, stop hesitating."
"Chrome, I'm sorry, but-"
>"But what? Sex feels good, we're both consenting adults, we're friends who know each other, what's the problem."
>goddamn her logic
"There... there is no problem."
>"Then fuck me already!"
"Fine, you want a fuck? You'll get a fuck!"
>with that, you unbuckled your belt and pulled your pants and underwear off
>your member waved out, standing at attention
>Chrome stared at it expectantly
>you strode over and knelt down, your dick on her level, ready to go
>you grabbed her sides and jammed it
>Chrome instantly moaned with pleasure
>without pause you started to thrust into her
>Chrome's extension gushed fluid, and she gave out sighs of pleasure
>her wings became erect, and shook
>"Hu... hu... hu... was that... an orgasm?"
"Probably, and there'll more coming!"
>you quickened your pace some more. Chrome's parts filled with her fluids, and she herself started to rock back and forth
>it would be awhile before you would cum, though; you were still recovering from the insanity of last night
>Chrome let out many more moans of pleasure. It was obvious she was thoroughly enjoying this
>"Ahh~... master..."
>you speed up even more, your cock ravaging her insides
>finally, after some time, you came, your juices filling her insides and spilling onto the floor
>you pulled out and let go of Chrome, who collapsed into a puddle on the floor
>"Ah-ahh... not even the Internet... was able to describe... how good this feels..."


"And then we fucked."
>"HAHA OH WOW THAT'S REALLY INTERESTING. NO REALLY, THANKS FOR SHARING. GOOD JOB, CHROME.”

end of part 2

>several days have passed
>your relationship with your browsers has become... inconvenient
>apparently, it's very hard to web browse using browsers you've had sex with
>the two were handling the situation very childishly

"Chrome, can you search how to repair a leaky faucet?"
>"Who do you like more, me or IE?"
"Yes, now please do that search."

"IE, what's the conversion factor for inches to centimeters?"
>"I love you."
"That's nice."

>this had to stop
>but there didn't seem to be a way out
>you can't reset them
>you can't replace them with new IE/Chrome ponies
>you tried reasoning with them
"What to do, what to do..."
>perhaps... perhaps you could bring a new browser in
>but they'd probably get very jealous
>who knows how they'd respond
>but you didn't see any other choice
>which is why you're here, at the program shop
"Shopkeep, I need a new web browser, besides Internet Explorer or Chrome."
>"Sure, we got lots!"
"I'll just take the most popular."
>"That'd be Firefox."
>a pony with a vivid orange mane from behind the counter
>"I am Firefox, the world's most popular open source web browser!"
"Perfect, I'll take her."

>bring her home
>IE and Chrome are both in the living room, lounging on the sofa
>they notice you
>"Anon, you're home!... uh, who's that?"
"This is Firefox, third most popular web browser."
>"B-but you have us!"
"Yes, I do you have you two, and now I also have Firefox. Say hello, Firefox!"
>"Hello!"

>find Firefox to be really great
>can do everything Chrome can, but doesn't report to her overlord when you're not looking
>also does not want your dick
>she retrieves pages and searches for you without pause
>she doesn't have much of a personality, though
>she's sort of like... Chrome, or IE, when you got them
>cheerful and cooperative, but strangely emotionless
>oh well, at least you're getting stuff done

[switching to IE's POV]
>strangely enough, you and Chrome have become closer than ever
>even when competing for anon's attention and love, your friendship strengthens
"Chrome... what do we do? What do we do about Firefox?"
>"I don't know. Why do you think he got her?"
"I don't know... but I might have a theory."
>"What? What's your theory?"
"Do you think we might have been a little... clingy?"
>"Yeah, I suppose. But I just can't help it!"
"Well, I think that's why he got Firefox... we haven't been really good browsers lately, we've been trying too hard to be friends."
>"So, is that how we get rid of Firefox? Just tone down the love a little bit?"
"I don't know. We can't fulfill our purpose as browsers if he doesn't even use us!"
>anon had been using Firefox exclusively for the past few days
>you and Chrome's jealousy was boiling over at this point
>mares have needs, but you felt useless if you weren't able to fulfill your primary purpose

>anon was in the living room, using Firefox to read the news [[[idea is that browsers summon a screen-like thing for stuff that can't be said in more than a couple sentences, think the thing Trixie did in Magic Duel when she was showing what happened to her after Boast Busters]]]
>you and Chrome walk up to him and sit by his feet
>"Uh, do you two need something?"
>you put on your biggest smile
"Oh, we were just wondering if you, you know, wanted to browse the web with us."
>"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you're browsing the web."
>"Indeed I am, so you two can go do your own thing."
"But... but web browsing IS our thing..."
>"You could have fooled me."
>>"Look, we're sorry we've been acting so strangely." said Chrome
"Yeah... it's all my fault, if I hadn't... well, just, we're very sorry. And we'll go right back to normal."
>"Just PLEASE USE US!"
>anon looks at your for a bit
>"Alright, in the future, I'll be sure to use all of you. But right now I'm in the middle of something with Firefox. Just, go browse some site on your own."
>>"But you don't need to keep Firefox anymore!" Chrome shouted
>>"I'm all you need!"
"Excuse me?"
>>"We're all you need!"

>"I'm sorry, but I just wouldn't be able to bring myself to return Firefox."
>anon stroked Firefox's mane
>"She's kind of cute. And if I returned her, how would that make her feel?"
>>"It wouldn't, because her memory would get reset."
>"Yes, and that's inhumane. Others may treat programs like that but I don't. Firefox is here to stay, sorry. Just give her a chance, maybe you'll like her."
>anon pretended to look at his watch
>anon doesn't wear watches
>"Oh, look at the time! I need to go to... the..."
>he stares at you
>"the... Rarity... wanted me, for some heavy lifting, you know? Furniture, and stuff. You three have fun, I'll be back in an hour or so."
>anon walked out the door, closing it behind him
>leaving just you, Chrome, and Firefox
>you just stare at each other for awhile
"Well, hello, my name is-"
>>"Yeah, I know what your name is."
"And this is-"
>>"I know what her name is, too."
>she glares at you two
>>"You know, for being more popular than me, I never realized how incompetent you guys are."
>"WHAT? What did you just say?"
>>"You heard me, incompetent! The way master talked to you... thank Celestia he got me! You two sound like you were going to drive him nuts."
"Hey, we've both served him for two years without issue. Just a little bump in the road and you think we can't do our job??"
>>"Good browsers never get bumps."
>this fucking pony


>"I don't care what you say, Firefox, I'm still THE best and the fastest browser."
>>"Master sure doesn't think so."
"You don't know what anon thinks. He's not your average owner, he cares about us, he sees us as friends!"
>>"I'm sure it's comforting to think that way. But we are programs. If we don't serve our purpose then we're worthless, end of story. Now piss off."
>Firefox jumped up onto the couch and made herself comfortable
>she laid there, glaring at you
"That is not what anon thinks, I can guarantee you that."
>>"Uh huh."
"You'll see."
>>"For your sake, you should hope I do."
>"Oh just...!"
"Come on Chrome, let's go upstairs."

>upstairs
>Chrome was fuming
>"Freaking...!!!! How could anon like somepony like that?"
"She probably doesn't act that way around him. She's very professional with her job, that's the only reason anon likes using her."
>"Yeah, well, then we need to make her reveal her sharp tongue when he's looking! There's no way he would keep her then!"
"But there's still the issue of us. There's still Safari, Opera, and the assortment is hipster browsers. We also need to make sure that anon will choose us over everyone else."
>"Yeah. No more loving, no more sex, just our job."
"No, we can still be his friend, but when he says to do something, we have to do it!"

>"Yes, I understand."
>you notice that Chrome had been itching herself, scooting back on forth on the floor
"Chrome, something wrong?"
>"Yeah, you know that 'extension'?"
"How could I forget it..."
>"Is it acting up for you?"
"I disabled it, didn't you?"
>"Yes, but it doesn't seem to be the most solid of code..."
>Chrome's itching intensified
>"Uggh!"
"Anything I can do to help?"
>"Yeah, search if anyone else has got this problem. I can't concentrate right now."
"Alright... hold on..."

>initializing P2NP [pony-to-network-protocol] port
>generating address
>looking up google.com
>getting address
>connecting to google.com
>connection established
>enter term "secret rear fun extension itching feeling"
>retrieving results...

>...
"Chrome, it says you're 'horny'."
>"Horny means wanting to have sex, right?"
"Yes. This extension has a known bug... it will make you more 'hormonal', and this effect persists even after disabling the extension. This causes an itching or burning sensation where the organs should be."
>"What's the fix?"
"You can either have more sex or you can ignore it, but it says this effect can last for weeks."
>"Uggggh!! The first option, please!"
"No! No more sex with anon, period!"
>"Please, just this once! Then I'll completely remove the extension!"
"I said no. If we slip up even once we might get completely replaced by Firefox!"
>Chrome paused, thinking of what she was going to say
>she was scooting the whole time
>"It's not just anon that I can have sex with..."
"Oh, who else could you possibly do it with?"
>"Search something for me..."

>"I want you to search... male genitalia browser extension"
>you blush
"Search... what?"
>"You heard me. Male genitalia browser extension. Please, do it, for me."
"O-okay..."
>once again you return to Google
>enter search term "male genitalia browser extension."
"The first result... looks like it's what you're looking for."
>"Download it."
"H-here I go..."
>within seconds, the full data file enters your memory bank
>"Now install it."
>you execute the code, and feel a tingling sensation in your nether regions
>in seconds, you felt a weight pull at your abdomen
>you looked down to see a very large horse cock, with pulsing veins and an enormous girth
>Chrome looked at it nervously
>"Uhm... does this one configure itself?"
"It didn't say. I'd imagine it does, right now it's just so... big..."
>"Maybe this isn't such a good idea."
"Maybe you're right."
>saying that, you uninstall the extension, and delete it

"But what about your problem?"
>"It's simple, we take the next best option. You researched sex as much as I did, right?"
>she licked her lips
>"You know what I'm talking about, right?"
"I think I know what you mean."
>"Well... then let's get to it."
"Alright, hold on, just let me order them."
>"Wait, what? Order what?"
"The dragon dildos, is that not what you meant?"

>"No!"
>she moved in closer to you
>"I meant oral sex! You know, with mouths..."
"Oh, I did that to anon. Yeah, I know what you mean."
>"Then let's do it."
>Chrome jumped onto the bed and turned to face you
>"Well?"
"I'm having second thoughts."
>Chrome sighed
>"Anon kind of said that to me. Do you know what I said?"
"What did you say?"
>"I said friends want to make other friends feel good. Sex feels good, and if we're both okay with it, then what's the problem?"
"I... I guess you're right."
>without saying another word, Chrome laid herself out on her back and enabled her extension
>her eyes flashed with light, and once again the third-party genitals flickered into existence, as flawless, clean and well-lubed as always
>you couldn't help but stare
>you activated your own extension. A tingling sensation signified the arrival of your own lady parts
>"Come on, get up on here," Chrome said in a lustful voice
>"I'm dying here."

"Coming."
>you step up onto the bed to join Chrome
>you position yourself above her, your face in front of her
>"Uhm, IE?"
"Sorry, did I do something wrong?"
>"You're in the wrong direction. Turn around."
"Right, sorry."
>"You know what 69 is, right?"
"Of course I do, I was just, uh, referencing the wrong data, or something."
>"Come on then, turn around."
>you flip yourself around and position yourself so that Chrome's anxious pussy was beneath your chin
>it was winking at you with anticipation; Chrome clearly needed this
>you lowered yourself onto her, your bodies touching
>Chrome's breathing raised and lowered you as you prepared yourself
>you cautiously poked Chrome's vagina with your tongue, measuring her breath to find a sweet spot
>at the same time, Chrome started on her end, but more hastily. She had already put much of her tongue straight into you
>it squirmed around, flexing and relaxing, moving around in your cavern
>shit, this felt good
>but you had to keep up your end of the bargain
>you poked your tongue in further, going for a more direct approach to pleasuring Chrome
>the taste was very salty, but not in an offending way. You... kind of liked the taste
>while Chrome explored your insides, you did the same
>you wiggled around inside her, focusing not on one area but all of them
>you you lowered your head down, and began working outside of her with your lips
>your movement was automatic; it had to be, as most of your attention was now occupied by Chrome's own handiwork
>she poked around, the tip of her tongue tickling your cervix. She swished the muscular appendage around in large circles, reaching every last inch of your parts
>all the while, you continued your own work
>Chrome picked up the pace a bit, her tongue working furiously
>you couldn't help but cum at that moment
>you felt your fluids spill out, running down your legs and, presumably, down Chrome's throat
>you let out a soft moan, garbled, as your tongue was quite occupied
"A-ahh.."

>even after you came, Chrome didn't stop
>she came soon after, juices spilling out of her and falling onto the bedsheets
>you didn't stop either
>you remained locked in your circle of ecstasy, the both of giving waves of pleasure to each other
>after some time, Chrome retracted her tongue, pulling it back into her mouth with a soft *slurp*. You did the same
>"Oh... IE, you're so good at that." she said, between breaths
"So are you."
>you flop onto the bed, off of your lover
>"I think... that will hold me over... for a while."
>"So, now what?"
>you spy a stain on the bed... the one made where your juices and anon's mingled
>and the newly formed, still damp stain, where you and Chrome did business
"I think we should wash these sheets. Anon doesn't have to know we just fucked, we'll say it's because of that."
>you point towards the older stain
>"Alright. Come on, let's work quickly."
>you prepared to pull the sheets off of the bed
>you swore you saw a flash of orange in the doorway
>probably nothing

[switching to anon's POV]
>home again
>hopefully your browsers all made up
>as you enter the door, you're greeted by Firefox
>"Hello, master! How was Rarity's place?"
"It was good! We... moved furniture... and stuff."
>in truth, you had taken a simple bike ride
"Firefox, can you open my email? I'm expecting something."
>"Sure, one moment please!"
>Firefox's eyes glowed, and a GUI appeared before you, listing your email."
>"Master, I think I know something you should know..."
"Yes, what is it?"
>"I hate to be a 'tattle-tale', but I spotted IE and Chrome having sexual relations on your bed."
"What, really?"
>"Yes. I just thought it would be good if you knew. It's not a very sanitary practice."
"Oh, well, thanks for your concern, Firefox."
>"Noted, thank you."
>wow, really?
>that's kinda hot

end of part 3

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"H-here I go..."
>within seconds, the full file data enters your memory bank
>"Now install it."
>you execute the code, and feel a tingling sensation in your nether regions
>in seconds, you felt a weight pull at your abdomen
>you looked down to see a very large horse cock, with pulsing veins and an enormous girth
>Chrome looked at it nervously
>"Uhm... does this one configure itself?"
>you double check the page
"Yes, it does."
>"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
>Chrome shivered, her needs intensifying
>"Alright, come on!"
>she hurried herself over to the bed and put her body on it, leaving her rear hooves on the floor
>she was waiting to be mounted
>instinctively, you climbed up on top of her, your new cock ready to do its job
>before you started, you felt another tingling sensation, and looked down to see your dick shrinking to a more workable size
"See? I told you."
>"Come ooooon." she moaned
>without pause, you carefully inserted yourself into her marehood
>she shook at the touch

>you started to move it back and forth. Chrome groaned with every thrust
>you also felt it, but held your tongue
>you picked up the pace, now confident with this new appendage
>"Ah-ah-ah... IE... you're good..."
>Chrome's marehood clenched down, the force augmenting the movement
>you humped harder still, Chrome's body rocking with every thrust
>Chrome came just then, squirting fluid that ran down her legs and onto the floor, and also covered your member
>you thrust even faster
>but you didn't seem to be making any progress on your own end
>was the extension broken, maybe?
>time for a bug test
>faster still, you went
>Chrome seemed to be trying to say something, but could only speak in a garbled mess
>finally, you could feel some progress being made it wouldn't be long now
>Chrome had obviously came several times at this point
>finally, you also came
>a lot
>a WHOLE lot
"Ah-ah!!! This is.. a lot more than anon put out!"
>in seconds you had filled Chrome to the brim, the excess now falling to the floor around you. The force pushed you out of Chrome
>"Hold on, I'll take care of it!"
>Chrome flipped around and shoved the cock right down her throat, gagging, but keeping your penis in place
>she started to swallow
>you hoped she wasn't going to take more than she could handle
>gulp after gulp she forced down. The volume of this faux seed was mind boggling, maybe you should have looked at the settings first
>finally, you felt yourself stop, the flow of semen halting
>Chrome removed your dick from her mouth and collapsed to the floor, groaning
>her belly had clearly grown, ever so slightly
>"Oh Celestia... I feel light-headed..."
"Uh, feeling better now?"
>she looked up at you
>"I feel incredible.

end of part 3.1


[Chrome's POV]
>anon out working
>coming home soon
>Firefox asleep downstairs
>she sleeps a lot
>much like you, when anon first got you
>but you guess you grew out of that
>started being more of a pony
>you and IE are in anon's study room
"IE, I have an idea."
>"Idea for what."
"Idea on how to knock Firefox down a peg."
>"Ooh, tell me, what's your idea?"
"It hasn't even been a week since anon got Firefox. How much do you think she knows about anon so far?"
>"What do you mean?"
"His browsing habits. Like, what he browses and when, and for how long."
"Oh yeah? Well, it's Tuesday. When does anon get home?"
>"Well, I wouldn't know how much she knows, but I certainly know."
>IE thinks for a moment, and then parses her memory
>"In the past three months, anon comes home between 16:10 and 16:23."
"Good, then what does he do?"
>"He makes something to eat."
"Then what?"
>"He asks you or I for equestriatribune.com"
"And at what time is that?"
>"16:30 to 16:40."
"What does he do after that?"
>"He goes on irc.twispark.com and chats with Twilight Sparkle and other ponies."
"So, how do we beat Firefox to the punch?"
>IE thinks for a moment
>"Well, obviously we just cache the pages and present them to anon before he even gets a chance to ask!"
"Exactly. We just look at our history and predict
>"That's really clever, Chrome."

[anon's POV]
>you really do need to find a new job
>one of these days, the headlines will be "disgruntled being from another world strangles local baker."
>well, at least you're back home
>time to get something to eat and relax
"Ponies, I'm home!"
>"Welcome home, Master!" you hear Firefox say.
>no response from IE or Chrome
>oh well, maybe they're busy... fucking, or something
>you decide not to mention what Firefox said to you
>could make some bad blood between your browsers

>go upstairs to make a sandwich
>Chrome and IE are there, eating hay bacon
>"How's it going, anon?"
"Pretty good, how about you too?"
>"Feeling great!"
>>"Me too."
>make sandwich
"Hey, Chrome, can you open the ne-"
>before you could even finish your sentence, the news page popped up before you
>"This what you wanted, master?"
"Yes, yes it is, thank you."
>read news
>Celestia meets with diplomats
>Luna takes yet another vacation
>nothing interesting today, you guess
"Now, go to Twilight's IRC."
>IE, this time, gave you the page
"Uh, thanks."
>Twilight wasn't online, odd
>you finish your sandwich
"Chrome, IE."
>"Yes?" they say in unison
"I just wanted to say... I'm sorry."
>"About what?"
"I... I should have talked to you guys, first, before getting Firefox."
>"That's okay, anon." Chrome says
>"It's fine if you use her."
>>"But we still want some attention, at least every now and then, you know?"
"Yeah, I know."
>"And by attention we mean, you know, not that, but browsing."
>>"And we can still be friends, of course."
"Of course."
>you reach out to hug Chrome and IE
>they look surprised, but hug you back

[third person POV]
>later that night
>Chrome and IE on the sofa
>just browsing stuff
>Chrome is looking at funny cat videos
>she giggles every so often
>IE was searching for food recipes
>decided another way she could get anon's attention was to cook stuff
>Firefox enters the living room
>>>"What's your game, you two?"
>IE looks at her
>Chrome didn't notice
>"What do you mean?"
>>>"In the kitchen. I saw you with anon. How in the world did you retrieve that fast?"

>Chrome stopped watching videos and entered the conversation
>>"We used a method you couldn't possibly use. I thought of it myself."
>Firefox's mane started to glow with flames
>>>"There's no way you could have possibly been that fast! You cheated, didn't you?"
>"What, cheated? Is this some sort of contest?" said IE
>>>"No... I just need to know what sort of thing you did to become faster than ME!"
>IE smirked
>"I'll give you a hint: anon has been using us for years. He's been using you for less than a week."
>>"You're smart, right? Figure it out. Hell, you can use the Internet if you want."
>>>"There's no correlation between length of operation and performance, don't lie to me."
>"You're wrong."
>>"You need to think outside your parameters, Firefox. Maybe someday you'll be more of a pony and less of a program."
>Firefox just scowled at them, and walked off

[FF's POV]
>goddamn!
>if Chrome and IE could truly outperform you, then anon might get rid of you
>ridiculous
>you still weren't able to wrap your head around it
>being used for two years... being a "friend" of anon... thinking like a pony...
>those browsers were crazy
>but that still didn't change the fact that THEY outdid you
>that speed... you wanted it
>but how?
>there's no correlation between length of operation and performance
>there's no change in parameters if you "befriend" your master
>and you were designed by ponies... they already thought of everything
>every train of thought quickly came to an end
>you somehow felt... constricted
"Think.. like a pony..."
>pssh, whatever
>you were a browser. If there was information you wanted, all you had to do was download it
>and whatever it was you were looking for was in their memory files...

>later that night
>everyone is asleep
>except for you
>quietly, you enter IE's room
>better to get it from deprecated old IE than Chrome
>what a mess of vulnerabilities, you thought to yourself
>IE is sound asleep
>time to get to work

>without a sound, you lightly place your hoof on IE's head
>she doesn't stir
>now, just to get past security, download the files, get out, and examine them
>>accessing physical connection...
>>acquiring privileges...
>>access granted
>HAHAHA, OH WOW. She didn't have any security set up at all!
>what an idiot
>seriously, two years and she never thought to protect herself
>alrighty then, time to continue
>>searching filesystem...
>>found directories: sys, bkup, mem, cache, exe_func
>>opening mem...
>>found directories: year1, year2, year3
>>opening year3...
>>found directories: mon1, mon2, mon3, mon4, mon5
>>opening mon5...
>>downloading files...
>you feel the data entering into your own filesystem, ready to be accessed
>the process only takes a couple seconds
>as quietly as you enter, you leave IE's room and tiptoe downstairs
>now, to see what sort of trickery they pulled
>>opening today
>>processing... processing...
>what, pre-caching?
>that was all?
>so they predict when master wants and access it before he asks them to
>of course, how simple
>should have downloaded IE's history... then you could have done it yourself
>maybe later
>going through the rest of this month's files...
>nothing interesting...
>until... a couple weeks ago...
>w-what the hell?
>IE... had intercourse... with master?
>a program pony... had intercourse... with its master???
>quickly, you connect to the Internet
>surely this isn't too uncommon, right?
>you've never heard about it, but you have to make sure
>nothing...
>programs have had sexual relations with each other before...
>but their master?
>there definitely IS something wrong with these programs
>or even... something wrong with this master
>attached to the memory file, you notice a sensor log
"I wonder... what it felt like."

>bah, you don't need to know!
>it's not important
>but curiosity overcomes you
"Just going to take a quick sample, that's all. The Internet probably exaggerates."
>>loading 3-May-16-22:04.sensor.log...
>>isolating internal sensor log, skin sensor log...
>>preparing...
>>caching...
>>executing...
>immediately an intense sensation struck through you, fanning out from your hindquarters
>even without IE's special extension, the feeling was incredible
>your knees get weak, and you melt to the floor
"Oh-ooh myyy..."
>wave after wave of intense ecstasy crackled through your body
>you laid there, locked with pleasure
>the file was sending its incredible contents through what you thought were each and every of your available synapses
"Ho---holy Celestia..."
>every so often, the sensation peaked
>it felt as though your insides were melting
>pathetic moans escaped from your mouth
>finally, the log ended with a bang, exploding your mind with the most intense feeling yet
>your every muscle shook violently and your eyes rolled up
>and then, it was over
>you stayed there, on the floor, for some time afterwards, not saying anything, not moving anything
"Holy... holy SHIT!"

end of part 4

[Firefox POV]
>the next day
>tired, couldn’t sleep well last night
>”...Firefox...”
>is that how it is?
>is that the sort of thing “ponies” experience?
>not just... sex... but what else?
>what other things do they enjoy?
>”...Firefox...”
>think... like a pony
>what do they mean?
>”Firefox!”
>think like a pony...
>something touched your shoulder and shook you back to the present
>it was master’s hand
>”Firefox?”
“Oh, I apologize, Master! I must have been... hanging.”
>”Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes, yes, just a little tired, is all. I didn’t sleep well.”
>”How about you go get some rest, I can use someone else for now.”
“That sounds good, thank you, Master.”
>anon watched you walk away, concern in his eyes
>you should probably be worried that you couldn’t fulfill master’s wishes
>but your mind was too occupied
>this was THEIR fault, anyway!
>had those insane browsers not gotten to you, you wouldn't have just failed master
>s-stupid IE, stupid Chrome...

>later, in the basement
>>loading file...
>>executing...
"Hhnnngg..."
>you tried to be completely silent as you indulged once more
>but it was too much
>you hoped no one could hear you
>once again, IE's sensor log shot waves of bliss through your body
>the sensation shook you from snout to tail
>you drooled, slightly
>the pleasure peaked every so often, as it did last night
>and at the end, the final peak made your senses go wild
"oh---oh my gosh..."
>you laid there, on the floor, panting
>maybe just one more time

[anon's POV]
>on the sofa
>browsing funny shit with Chrome
"Stupid dog, you can't play the piano!"
>hahaha
>Chrome laughs with you
>suddenly, you hear something in the basement
>it sounded like... a cry?
"Chrome, did you hear that?"
>"Hear what?"
"I think there's something in the basement, stay here."
>run upstairs to get your baseball bat
>go to the door to the basement
> open it
>turn the light on
"Is anyone there?"
>slowly walk downstairs
>Chrome follows you, but you tell her to wait at the top
"Hello?"
>reach the bottom of the stairs
>see what was making the noise
>it was Firefox
>she was on the floor, trembling, drooling
>as if... she was having some sort of seizure
"Firefox... FIREFOX!"
>you shake her
"Firefox, speak to me!"
>she seems to snap out of it, looks up at you
>you thank god (and Celestia)
>"M-master!" she says
"Firefox, what's happening, what's wrong?!"
>"Oh, n-nothing."
"That was NOT nothing, please, tell me!"
>she hesitates to answer
"Firefox... you can tell me anything. If there's something wrong it's okay, we can fix it."
>"I can tell you... anything?"
"Yes, of course."
>"And... you won't think lower of me."
"Never."
>"Well..."

>"...I was... uh... flashing my application modules! That's all."
"So... the shaking... and the drooling."
>"J-just part of the process. That's why I was down here. In the basement. To, you know, not bother anyone. I didn't want to worry you, master."
>you give a sigh of relief
"Well... you gave me quite the scare."
>"My apologies, master."
"So, are you down flashing your thingies?"
>"Yes, the process is complete."

[Chrome's POV]
>flashing her application modules?
>what?
>anon and Firefox walked up the stairs, out of the basement
>"Perhaps you should get some rest."
>>"Excellent suggestion, master."
>"You can use my bed, if you want."
>>"You're too kind, master."
>>searching "flashing application modules firefox shaking drooling"...
>>searching...
>>no results
>hmmm...

>later
>Firefox is in anon's bed, napping
>not for long
"Firefox, wake up."
>"Fuve mure... minutes..."
>yeah whatever
>violently shake her awake
>"Gahh! What the hell!?"
"Wakey wakey!"
>"What is wrong with you?!"
"Flashing your application modules, what?"
>a look of terror strikes her face
>"Y-you heard that?"
>you grin
"I sure did."
>"Yeah... that's... a thing... we Firefox ponies do."
"No it isn't."
>she starts sweating
>"P-please don't tell master I lied to him!"
>it looks like she's going to start crying
"Oh, don't worry, I won't. But, curious. What exactly WERE you doing?"
>"Nothing, nothing at all."
"Really? As anon said, that was not 'nothing'."
>"No, really, nothing."
"Did you catch a virus? Does the almighty Firefox browser have a bug in her code?"
>"We all have bugs in our code, shut up!"
"Not bugs like that. Come on, admit it, you have a flaawww~!"
>"Do not!"
"Then explain. What were you doing?"
>she starts sweating even harder
>"I..."
"Yes?"
>"I... was..."
"Come on, you can do it..."
>"I was... having..."
>she pauses
"Having what? Having WHAT?"
>"I was having an orgasm, alright!!?"

>huh
>w-wait
>hold on
"What?"
>"Was I not clear enough for you, dipshit? I was having an ORGASM. O-R-G-A-S-M, look it up!"
"B-but, how?"
>was she... masturbating?
>no... she didn't have the extension
>maybe she disabled it
>but anon would have seen it in the basement
>how could she possibly...?
>"Hey, I guess you're fucking right, being more than a program is fun! Now piss off and leave me alone."
"But how did could you POSSIBLY achieve an orgasm with no genitals?"
>"I don't need any fucking genitals, I can give myself an amazing orgasm with just a thought. Don't need to get down and dirty or anything. Jealous?"
"No, no not really. Sex doesn't just FEEL good, it, like, forms bonds too! With your friends! Friends... something you'll never have!"
>"I don't NEED any friends! All I need is a master."
>no friends... you would probably feel bad for her
>if she wasn't such a bitch
"Oh yeah? Well, guess what!"
>you lean in closer to her
>your faces almost touching
>and whisper
"I fucked anon."
>you move back away from her
>to get a good look of her face
>but... she didn't look surprised
>"Oh... you too?"
>right after Firefox said that, she gasped and place her hoof over her mouth
"Wait, what do you mean you TOO? Did YOU also sleep with anon?"
>"No, I would NEVER think of doing that!"
"Then why did you say 'you too'? Who ELSE had sex with anon, if not you?"
>"IE, IE did."
"IE told you?"
>"No!"
>another 'oh shit' look formed on her face
"Then HOW did you know that?"
>Firefox was visibly panicking at this point

>but then, she took deep breaths
>calmed down
>and smiled
>"Know what I did?"
"What?"
>"Last night, I snuck into IE's room... and downloaded her memories."
>did she just say...
>download IE's memories?
>your friend's MEMORIES?
>what... what the hell...
"How... how could you do that?"
>"That's how I know she fucked anon. That's how I can orgasm without stimulation; I simply replay the sensor log. Oh, and I know about you and IE. Great 'bonding' you're doing."
"That's... that's an OBSCENE violation of privacy! What is WRONG with you?!"
>"She didn't even have any security in place! She was ASKING for it, if you ask me."
"That doesn't matter. Downloading her memories... that's just... sick!"
>she smiled
>and laughed
>"HAHAHA! And no, I'm NOT sorry."
>just then, her eyes flashed
>she started to shake, and moan
>"Oohhh yeah... this is IE's orgasm... that I'm having!"
"Stop it..."
>she started to stroke where her genitals would be
>"Oooh IE! Fuck me! Hnng... that's... if I recall... what you said to her."
>her legs quivered from the feeling
"Stop it!"
>she just writhed there, on the bed
>she looked at you
>licked her lips
>and winked
"I. Said. STOP IT!"
>with that, you leapt onto the bed, and tackled her

>you two tumbled out of the bed
>rolling over each other
>fighting as well as two browser ponies can
>she was still in orgasm, it looked like
>even as you tried to pin her down, she was smiling
>"Get off of me!"
>her mane and tail erupted into flames
>you extended your wings and vaulted yourself off of her, clear of the fire, hovering near the ceiling
>"Do you think you're any better? LITERALLY downloading genitals, having coitus with your master, 69'ing with a fellow browser pony??"
>"If I'M a sick freak, then so are you!"
>"And don't give me your 'be a pony' bullshit."
>"Has master ever let you out of the house? Has he ever invited you to come with him when he goes places? What about IE?"
>"He isn't your friend, he's just a horny guy who USED you to get off!"
>"I don't care how hard you wish, or how much you sleep around, you'll ALWAYS be nothing more than another program!"
>her words cut deep
>filled you with intense rage
>without thinking, you dive bombed into Firefox
>you avoided her mane and tail, tackling her side and slamming her against the wall
>she just kept smiling
>"What's the difference between you and me, huh? Come on, tell me!"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!"
>your eyes started to water
>you swiped your hoof
>through your tears, you saw it land on Firefox's face
>you retracted your wings, landing on the floor
>you started sobbing, quietly
"Master... Anon.. he loves me..."
>Firefox's hair cooled down, returned to normal
>she rubbed where you struck her
>"The difference between you and me, is that I know who I am."

>even through your tears, your rage boiled
>had to think of something to say
>something to put her in her place
"Yeah... and so do I!"
>"Oh? Then tell me. Who do you think you are?"
"I am anon's friend!"
>Firefox found this very funny
>her sides moved with laughter
>"Oh, you make me laugh! Do you really think that? Do you really still think that?"
"It's true, but someone like you wouldn't understand. Anon loves me. But he'll never love you. Not the way you are!"
>you pulled your wings out again and hovered off the ground
>you moved up to Firefox, looming over here
"I've been operating two years longer than you have. YOU are the naive one here. YOU are the inexperienced one here. Your source code doesn't cover much about social interaction; that's something you LEARN. I used to be a lot like you. Cold, calculating, competitive, professional around master. But I snapped out of it. Emotion replaced logic, I warmed up to IE, I became more casual around anon."
>"Was that before or after you fucked him?" she jeered
>angered even further by her taunt, you spun around around and struck her with your two back hooves
>Firefox reeled from the strike, losing her balance and falling to the floor
>"Goddamn! What the fuck?!"
>in response, you hovered over her
>lowered yourself down
>got face to face to Firefox
"If you think you're better than me at friendship, then prove it."

end of part 5

[Firefox's POV]
>next day
>thinking of ways to prove you're "better at friendship"
>what does that even mean?
>Friendship is defined as a relationship between two or more people who hold mutual affection for each other
>proving you're better at friendship...
>impossible, friendship is not a verb. It is not something you can do
>it would be better to simply prove Chrome wrong about anon
>your claim was that anon was NOT you, Chrome, or IE's friend
>therefore, you claim that anon does not hold affection towards you three
>but how to prove that?
>ask him?
>anon is, by nature, a nice person
>he wouldn't say "I don't like any of you, I've simply been nice to you."
>what do friends do?
>among other things, they do favors for each other
>but anon would do favors... because he's a nice person
>but... what if the favor was an inconvenience?
>and, one of your other statements was, "anon doesn't let you out of the house."
>ah, you had it!
>if anon refuses to do a favor due to it being an inconvenience, then that means he doesn't care about us
>which means he isn't your friend
>which means you win!
>and that favor...

"Master, I have a request."
>anon was in the recliner, reading the news from you
>"A request? Okay, shoot."
"Shoot what?"
>"Just tell me your request."
"Well, you see, I've been feeling a little restless, ever since I flashed my application modules. You remember that, right?"
>"I can't see how I would forget..."
"Well, about the restlessness. My request is that I wish to go outside."
>"Outside? Sure, go ahead."
"I mean, with you, master. I want to go somewhere with you. An outing."
>anon just looks at you
>"Where? Where do you want to go?"
"I've compiled a list of places within a five mile radius of our house that are A. Purposed for recreation, B. Open today, and at least till 5PM, C. Inexpensive, and D. "Fun fun fun"."

>anon chuckled at "fun fun fun"
>"Okay then, what did you find?"
"There is a bowling alley, a scheduled rave party, a walk through the park, a movie screening of "Daring Do and the Flaming Sword of Fire", the spa, and the carnival."
>anon thought for a moment
>"Hmm... let's get Chrome and IE in here to decide."
"What? Why them?"
>"Are you kidding? If we're going on an outing, everyone is coming along!"
"Oh, that makes sense, master."
>anon then called for Chrome and IE, who rushed to his side
>>"Yes, master?" they said in unison
>"Firefox here thinks we should go on a little outing. What do you think?"
>Chrome gave you a quick glare
>IE expressed her glee
>>>"Oh wow, I would love to! Where are we going, where are we going?"
>you repeat the list
>>>"The carnival, the carnival, the carnival!" IE was jumping up and down
>>"I also choose the carnival."
>"I guess it's the carnival, then. That alright with you, Firefox?"
"I am content with that. But one more thing..."
>"Yes?"
"Wouldn't it look strange for someone to bring their browsers, let alone three?"
>anon laughed at your statement
>"Firefox, I am a human living in Equestria. I am *the* definition of strange. Now come on, let's go!"
>>>"Carnival carnival carnival!"

>some time later, you, anon, Chrome, and IE arrive at the gates of the carnival
>anon pays for four tickets
>the pony at the front gate gave your party an inquisitive look, but handed anon the tickets
>okay... so anon took you three to the carnival
>but... he'll certainly want to go home soon, maybe within an hour
>because this is an inconvenience, having to drop what he was doing to go to the carnival
>but wait... what if anon also enjoys the carnival
>goddammit... this was a terrible plan

>fortunately, anon was too big for the pony-sized rides
>excellent... he'll get bored and force us to go home

>this didn't happen
>*SMASH*
>he was perfectly content watching us on the rides
>*SMASH*
>Chrome was right
>*SMASH*
>maybe anon was your friend
>*SMASH*
>no... no, he's just a nice person
>>>"Firefox, come oooooon! It's no fun if you don't fight back!" IE protested, while ramming you with her bumper car
>*SMASH*
>>>"You're just sitting there!"
>*SMASH*
"Alright, want some fun?!"
>you turn your own bumper car on and position yourself to ram IE
>but she swerves and dodges
>you crash into the side of the arena
>Chrome slams into your rear
>IE hits you from the side, boxing you in
"Dammit guys, let me out!"
>"Hey, Firefox!" anon says "settle down, it's supposed to be fun! Chrome, IE, let her out for a bit."
>Chrome and IE back away from you, allowing you to retaliate
>several minutes of bumping later, your timer ends, and you three get out of the cars

>you got annihilated. Beaten. That was objectively not fun for you
>as much as you hated to say it, master was wrong
>this is not fun
>neither were the next few rides
>roller coaster, Tilt-A-Whirl, big slides...
>what were these, were they supposed to be fun?
>acceleration... centrifugal force... gravity?
>what moron designed these things
>but, of course, Chrome and IE were having the time of their lives
>whatever, fun is worthless

>the next ride, well, not really a ride, was a squirt gun fight
>you, Chrome, and IE entered a shallow pool which was filled with various platforms and walls, and given water guns
>you spotted some other ponies, younger fillies, hitting each other with the water guns
>you guess the was the objective: get Chrome and IE wet
>before you could make your plan, you hear Chrome shout:
>>"Catch me if you can, Firefox!"
>Chrome darted into the water, splashing up water in her wake
>IE soon followed, jeering:
>>>"I wonder if FIREfoxes are scared of water!"
>you are most certainly not afraid of water!
>you follow after them, water gun firmly held in your mouth
>but they seem to have disappeared
>they must be hiding among the fixtures
>you looked around, searching for them
>you saw a flash of blue out of the corner of your eye
>it was IE; she was moving from behind one wall to another
>but you caught her in time
"I have you now!"
>you took aim, and struck IE right in between her eyes
>you shot her some more, soaking whatever places weren't already wet
"HA! I win!"

>she stood there, wet, soaked
>what would she do now?
>quit? Fall to tears? Rant? Yell at me? Have sex with Chrome?
>but, instead, she laughed
>>>"Hahahaha! Good job, you got me!"
>what, why is she laughing? She lost!
>suddenly, IE shot at you
>well, she shot nearby, at Chrome, who was apparently trying to flank you
>she hit Chrome multiple times
>>>"And I got YOU, Chrome!"
>how would Chrome respond?
>she... also laughed
>>"Hahaha! Oh, darn it!"
>Chrome then rushed at her, firing her own gun
>IE fired back
>they then wrestled each other into the pool, giggling the entire time
>there they sat, soaked to the bone, laughing like idiots
>I couldn't help but ask:
"Why are you laughing? You're both soaked, you lost!"
>they paused
>and then laughed even harder
"Stop laughing, you're not supposed to laugh!"
>and then they fired their water guns at you
>you reeled back from the assault, dropping your gun and trying to cover yourself
"S-stop it! I won! You can't attack me!"
>they continued the barrage
>you tripped on something, falling backwards into the pool
>you were now soaked head to toe
"I said stop!"
>they just kept at it, laughing

>you felt something rise in you
"I-I said... ha... stop!"
>some sort of feeling rose in you
"G-guys, cut it out!"
>it felt like... you didn't quite know what it was
"ha... ha..."
>it overpowered you
"Hahahaha, g-guys, stop!"
>and there it happened
>you collapsed into a mess of laughter
>your chest rose and fell in rapid succession
"Hahahahaha!"
>it felt wonderful
>Chrome and IE stopped firing, but you kept laughing
>they walked over
>helped you off of your back
>they put their hooves on your shoulder and laughed with you


>minutes later, you all left the water arena
>you were still giggling, smiling
>they were still doing so with you
>"Firefox, you finally came out of your shell!" said anon
>he knelt down to hug you
>your wet fur got water all over his clothes
"O-oh, your clothes, master! I'm sorry."
>he just hugged you tighter
>"It's okay, Firefox."

>later that night, you, Chrome, and IE were in the Ferris wheel
>this was the slowest, most boring ride yet
>no way this was built with fun in mind
>but it gave you time to think
>about today, about the squirt gun fight
>about your relationships
"IE, I have something to tell you."
>she was eating some cotton candy
>she looked over to you
>>>"What is it, Firefox?"
"A-a couple days ago... in the night... I entered your room. While you were sleeping, I... I downloaded your memories."
>she just stares at you
"A-and, I'm really sorry."
>you were expecting a storm of fury from her
>but it didn't come
>all she said was:
>>>"I forgive you."
"No! Don't forgive me. I looked through your memories. I found out you had sex with anon, AND Chrome, and... and... I took the sensor log of you... your orgasm... and I... replayed it on myself."
>there's absolutely no way she wouldn't become enraged
>but she didn't
>>>"I forgive you for that too, Firefox."
>then, she leaned over, and hugged you
>Chrome joined in too
>that's when you started crying

>you stayed in their arms for some time, sobbing
>they didn't say anything
>just held you
>you calmed down, after awhile
"I-I'll delete those memories now... including the sensor log."
>and then you did
>your eyes flashed with light, and all the stolen memories were gone
>forever
>>>"Thank you, Firefox."
"And Chrome, I'm also sorry, for saying those awful things to you yesterday. N-none of it was true. You were right; anon sees us as more than programs, he's our friend."
>>"I also forgive you, Firefox."
"You guys... just forgiving me like that?"
>>>"Well of course."
>>"What are friends for?"
>you felt like you would burst into tears again, but that's when the ride ended
>Chrome and IE released you from their embrace, and you wiped the tears from your face
"Thank you guys... so much."
>the door to your car opened
>anon was outside, waiting for you
>you walked out and he asked:
>"So, how was the ride?"
"Uneventful. What exactly was that ride's purpose? It was very boring."
>"Well, it's usually something you do at the end of the night. Like right now. It's getting late, and it's time to go home. You guys alright with that?"
>>>"Yeah, I'm getting tired."
>>"Me too."
"I as well."

>you arrive home some time later
>anon stretches his arms and yawns
>"Well, goodnight you three. See you in the morning."
>anon walked upstairs, entered his bedroom and shut the door
>leaving just you and the other two browsers
>>"Well, that was quite the night." said Chrome
"Yeah... yeah, it was."
>>"And please believe us when we say we think of you as our friend, now."
>>>"And believe us when we say we truly forgive you for what you did."
"You forgive me for saying those awful things?"
>>"Yes."
"And for stealing your memories?"
>>>"Yes, of course."
"And also... for using..."
>IE giggled
>>>"Yes, that too."
"Heh... I'll miss that sensor log."
>IE and Chrome looked at each other:
>>>"Well, maybe we can get you a log your own..."

"What are you implying..."
>>"Search 'female genitals browser extension."
>your face fills with blush
"Search WHAT?"
>>>"Come on, do it."
"No no, this is not gonna fly!"
>>"Why not?"
"I-I just can't do that!"
>IE smirked
>>>"Well then I guess you'll just never know that feeling again. I locked my memories down, so did Chrome. If you want that sensation you'll have to get your own."
>>"And we'll help you. Cause that's what friends do."
>no, no, you can't do that!
>b-but...
>that feeling...
>you wanted it
>so bad
>you couldn't live without it
>just... just one time
>then you'll have your own log, that you can play whenever you want
"F-f-fine. Searching..."
>>initializing P2NP [pony-to-network-protocol] port
>>generating address
>>encrypting connection
>>looking up google.com
>>getting address
>>connecting to google.com
>>connection established
>>enter search term "female genitals browser extension"
>>searching...
>>>"The first result should be the right one" said IE
"Okay... downloading now."
>a feeling of great anticipation formed in you
>your breathing quickened
>50%... 70%... 95%.. 100%..
"Done."
>>"Now install it."
"I-i-installing..."
>you executed the downloaded file
>moments later, your rear end tingled
"Did it work?"
>>>"See for yourself."
"I can't see back there."
>>"Yeah you can. Just sit on the couch."
>you walked over to the couch and sat down
>>"No, sit kind of like how anon sits."
>you lowered yourself so that your back was on the seat of the couch
>there, you got a clear view
>there, below your tail (well, above your tail from this angle) was most certainly a vagina
"I guess... I guess it worked."
>curiously, you touched it with your hoof, separating its folds
"O-oh wow, it's really sensitive."
>you examined it a little more, trying hard not too invoke too much more of its bliss
"Ho-how deep does it go?
>>"Pretty deep."
>>>"Let's get started..."

>>"You just sit there, Firefox, and I'll do all the work."
"O-okay... what will IE do?"
>>>"I'll think of something."
>Chrome positioned herself at the foot of the couch
>she moved herself such that her mouth was directly above your new lady parts
>she licked her lips
"Okay... so what are you..."
>>"Sit tight, and try not to kick me."
"What do you m---AAHHH."
>Chrome lowered her head, covering your vulvae with her mouth and sticking her tongue right into you
"Ho---ho my..."
>your entire body trembled
>your legs especially; they stretched out as far as you could stretch them
>you saw IE doing the same thing to Chrome's own extension
>Chrome rippled her tongue about inside you, twisting it around and probing your every nerve ending
>this was incredible. It was even more intense than the second-hand sensor log
>the bliss rose up and peaked, and you felt a flow of liquid come from within you
"Ah-h-h-h-h... is-is it over?"
>>"Nope." Chrome said, as best as she could
>oh writhed around and pathetic moans expelled from your mouth
>you probably looked and sounded ridiculous, but you didn't care
>just
>more... more!
>Chrome continued with her tongue
>she moved her lips up and down on the outside
>inside, her muscular appendage hastened its work, despite the ever-flowing stream of your cum
>all of a sudden, Chrome removed herself from you
"Ha...ha... are we done?"
>>>"Not quite yet."
>you looked up at IE
>hanging below her belly was a large, veiny horse dick
"N-n-no, wait!"
>>>"Flip over."
"Kay."
>you did as you were told, flipping yourself on the couch so that your stomach touched the seat. Your legs dangled over the side
>immediately, you felt IE ram her member into you
>she started thrusting, back and forth
"Oh-oh-oh-oh.. this is---even better!"
>again and again she slammed into your cervix, each blow sending pleasure through you
>finally, your mind exploded, ecstasy coursing through every vein
>at the same time, IE unleashed herself into you

>her extension's seed flooded you, and poured out on the floor
>she removed herself from you
>>"Got the data you needed, Firefox?"
>you can't speak, only nod

End of part 6











[[I no longer have plans to continue the story. Firefox discovered the magic of friendship (and sex) and that’s a fine enough ending. I just got burnt out, you know? Writing in greentext format, forcing sex scenes into the story. Plus I’m a busy person who really shouldn’t have started to write erotic My Little Pony/Web browser fiction.

Well, thanks for reading.]]]