[NEETPone] Anonymouse, by Anon

>Be Floor Bored
>Yet another long, empty night stretches out before you
>Filling the void with neighponese anime, shitposting, and masturbation
>Not really a horrible life, all things considered, but certainly a lonely one
>The pain of that loneliness waxes and wanes unpredictably
>But presently it's not so bad, as you tap out stupidly sardonic posts on the Ponynet and absent-mindedly rub yourself off
>Some pirated low budget hentai plays in a background window, the squishy sounds of a mare being buttfucked by tentacles your soundtrack for the evening
>You're wrapped in your blanket, propped up by pillows, a nice warm cup of a tea and a full bowl of delicious spicy chicken haymen noodles by your side
>You aren't tense, your piss bottle has been freshly filled, and you feel pleasantly relaxed
>Honestly, it's all really rather comfy
>But there's still that nagging need that refuses to go away
>That need to be with someone, someone comfortable, who accepts you and likes the same things you do, and doesn't make you want to jump out a window
>Sighing, you wish, casually, that there was someone to share all this comfiness with
>Suddenly there is a flash of light, and the sound of electricity
>Gawking mid-masturbation, you watch as a glowing orb pulses in the corner of your room, then rapidly dissipates, leaving behind a thick cloud of vapor
>As the cloud rises, a small shape remains visible, kneeling on the floor
>It stands slowly, rising amid the wasteland of manega magazines and discarded food containers
>A…thing
>Kind of hard to describe
>About nine inches tall, its got four limbs like a pony does, but it stands straight up on its two back legs, and its head is weirdly ovoid
>Beyond that, the first things you really notice are: 1) it's naked and has a dick, and 2) it has gigantic mouse ears
>As you stare at it (him?), it stares back at you with what can only be construed as utter awe
>Before you can react, he has thrown himself prostrate before you, bowing repeatedly


>"Uh," you say, "who are you?"
>He sits back and raises his arms to you, and tries to speak, but all that comes out is an incomprehensible chittering
>When he realizes that you have no idea what he's saying, he goes back to bowing
>Well, you don't know what his name is, but he's a weird mouse-thing
>Perhaps you could call him… Anonymouse
>Very clever
>This is certainly bizarre, as his behavior
>An odd faerie-like creature suddenly appearing in your room, perhaps an answer to your loneliness, bowing before you…
>It's just like your neighponese animes
>You're no fool, you know that some kind of strange magic is at work here
>And you aren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth
>"Are you… worshiping me?"
>Anonymouse pauses to look up at you once more
>He places a hand over his heart and nods reverently
>Gleefully you rub your hooves together
>You are his god! You can do anything you want to him!
>Excitement rises in your belly as the possibilities unfold before you
>"D-D-Do you think I'm pretty?"
>Nod, nod
>Very enthusiastic nodding
>He even looks at you askance, as if the very question is absurd
>Yes, perfect
>This one will do nicely
>Leaning back, you pat your stomach, indicating that he should climb on
>A rapturous expression comes over his face as he approaches
>Carefully he climbs onto the matted fur of your belly, where he sinks slightly into your squishy flesh
>You groan as he hugs your stomach, brushing up against you in all the right places, giving you a full-body belly rub


>Weirdly protective affection clouds your mind
>You will be a benevolent god
>You can feed him instant noodles and let him sleep on top of you
>He can go spelunking in your vagina
>He'll be like your very own sex gnome, like a plush that actually fucks you back when you hump it
>You then remember those pet fish you completely forgot about one time
>And the houseplants you managed to kill
>And that time your pet rock caught on fire
>This time will be different!
>This guy is actually sentient, and understands what you say
>Heck, if you gave him a pen and paper or your keyboard, he could probably communicate with you
>Still, you are terrified that you'll somehow hurt him
>Rolling onto him, or accidentally crushing him with a hoof
>The thought paralyzes you with fear
>As if feeling your tension (honestly, he probably can), Anonymouse climbs up your chest and neck
>You feel him navigating the long, greasy expanse of your mane, coming to rest on top of your head - where he begins scritching your ears
>Shivers of pleasure run down your spine
>Your back leg twitches uncontrollably
>You moan, squirming
>His hands are perfect for this, getting right into all your sensitive spots
>The tension quickly ebbs, and with it your worries about crushing him
>Anonymouse knows what he's doing
>Once again you pat your stomach, a bit lower this time
>He catches the signal, and gives your ear a little nip before climbing back down to your belly
>There he encounters the soft rise of your crotchtits, and gets to work
>His mouth is just large enough to comfortably fit the tip of your nipple
>Your thighs squeeze together as he sucks at you, tongue running over the very top of the nipple, teeth brushing it just lightly


>With his arms he gropes your crotchtit, always so embarrassingly small, but for him it's the perfect size
>His body folded around it, you can feel him kind of rhythmically humping it, getting off with your squishy little boob
>Your eyelids flutter as you feel yourself sinking back into your pillows, almost melting, the feeling of warmth and pleasure and relaxation washing over you
>You never knew it was possible to be THIS comfy
>This peace is what all true NEETs strive for
>This lovely feeling lasts for what seems like a blissful eternity, as he switches from crotchtit to crotchtit, caressing and sucking them in turn
>Finally, his mouth parts from your nipple with a soft pop
>You feel him climbing lower, and you spread your hind legs to accommodate him
>Gently he straddles your swollen clit, and hugs it against his body, not minding the smegma, or the strong, musky smell
>He holds onto it as it pulses desperately, rubbing itself against his chest
>It feels so fucking good
>You lie flat back on your pillows, twitching and shaking, while he kneads and massages your clitoris
>The pleasure is constant and achingly intense
>Sensation runs up and down your legs and your stomach tightens with the ecstasy of it
>Anonymouse pays loving attention to your clit, kissing it, fitting the tip in his mouth, resting his hands on the hood to rub the sides
>You wink harder and harder, unable to stop yourself from moaning, almost wanting him to stop from the intensity of it, but knowing that it will feel so good when you cum
>Pleasure ripples through your body, your thighs shaking from sheer euphoria, the orgasm so wonderful and deep and thorough that you can feel it in your face, the pressure in your ears, the way your entire body tightens and then relaxes with each pulse between your legs


>You are vaguely aware of Anonymouse having climbed back up, resting his head in the nape of your neck
>You want to reward your new supplicant
>"Hey, uh, lie down for me, okay?" you command, timidly
>He does so obediently, resting with his hands behind his head, looking content
>For a moment you stare down your muzzle at him
>Might be a little odd, but you actually kinda like the way he looks
>And there's something nice about the mostly non-verbal communication you two have
>You don't have to worry so much about long drawn out conversations or articulating nuanced topics
>It's certainly weird having a devotee, but perhaps this is what you really wanted all along
>There's a certain zen-like quality to being a NEET, where everything is in its place and all is as it should be, and so comfort is achieved
>With Anonymouse around, it's as if another element of your existence has neatly fallen into place
>Perhaps you have taken a step closer to shut-in divinity
>And you want to be a good goddess for your worshiper
>You lean in close, and run your wide, flat tongue down his body
>Bathing him in your drool and your hot, spicy chicken haymen breath
>He laughs as you tickle him, comparatively enormous tongue-tip running over his belly
>Laughter turns to sexy groans of pleasure when you reach his crotch, licking his cock and balls
>He reaches up to runs his fingers sensually over your tastebuds, a weirdly pleasurable sensation
>It doesn't take long; Anonymouse ejaculates very quickly and very hard, emptying himself all over your tongue
>You swallow the dollop of his semen and kiss his stomach
>He climbs onto your neck and nuzzles into your fur as you settle back into your pile of pillows and blankets
>The rest of the night is spent watching anime and laughing at retards on 4Clop

From then on Anonymouse lived a life of sexual servitude, cooking her ramen, rolling away her piss bottles, and being Floor Bored's living dildo. And it was awesome. The end.