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- >You are Anon
- >You’re working late at your office
- >’Working’ being an extremely flexible term
- >You were actually just perusing 4chan
- >Everyone else in the office had left already
- >You don’t know why your boss asked you to stay late
- >Not like anyone does any work around her anyway
- >It’s mostly taken care of by the custom OS developed for the company
- >Personal Operations Networking Easer or PONE
- >You always chuckle at the name
- >It is a huge help around her
- >Spelling corrections, E-mail organization, Mathematical errors, you name it the OS solves it
- >Best part is you can use it to make it seem like you’re working, even when you’re just fucking around
- >As you scroll down the catalog of /mlp/ a notification pops up in the bottom of your screen
- >You click on it and it brings your to the E-mail app, opening the new message
- >You adjust your glasses on your face, pushing them up your nose
- >It simply reads: “Please meet me in the server room.”
- >Your skeptical, not recognizing the address it was sent from
- >It’s probably that nerdy IT guy
- >He’s been harassing you ever since you were hired here
- >Being one of the two girls that worked at the office, the men saw you more as ‘prey’ than a co-worker
- >Who could blame them? You look damn fine
- >The other girl was the boss’ secretary and fuck-toy
- >You sighed, standing from your swivel chair
- >You straightened out your skirt and adjusted your sweater
- >It clung tightly to your chubby body, really showing off you 40C tits
- >You were embarrassed about your slightly out-of-shape body, even though you loved every inch of it
- >You proceeded down the flight of stairs to the sever room and pushed open the door
- >None of the overhead lights were on, the room only being illuminated by the server lights
- >You searched for a light switch on the wall, but were unable to find one
- >You proceed cautiously into the room
- “Hello?”
- >All you can hear is the light hum of the servers
- >You continue down the isle of servers, with each step you grow more nervous
- “Hello? I got your E-mail.”
- >Once again no reply
- >You feel something tug on your leg
- >You let out a loud ‘Eep’ as you shake your leg frantically, trying to get whatever it was off
- >Once it’s off, you look at what it was
- >On the ground laid an ambiance wire from one of the servers
- >You chuckle at your stupidity, glad there was no one around to see you
- >You reach the end of the isle and turn to were the IT’s cubical is
- >The monitor of his computer glowed in the darkness of the room
- >You walk over to it
- >Leaning over you examine the screen
- >You open the E-mail app and look at the sent messages
- >’No sent messages’
- >As you stare at the monitor, you begin to feel something slither up your leg
- >You freeze in fear as it continues up your skirt
- >It stops against your inner thigh
- >It begins constricting, tightening its grip against your appendage
- >This is the moment you finally get the sense to scream
- >Letting out a wail, you are hoisted into the air
- >You use both of your hands to grab your skirt, preventing it from revealing your undergarments
- >Your glasses fall to the floor, rendering you nearly blind
- >All you can see is a blur of yellow light
- >”There is no need to scream, Miss Anonymous.”
- >The voice was monotone and droll
- >Your vision comes back as your glasses are pushed against your face
- >Your able to see your attacker, causing you to gasp
- >A pony made of light, seeming to be projected from the server
- >His face is featureless as well as the rest of his body
- >Tentacle like things of the same color sprout from the servers as well
- >One of which was wrapped around your leg and holding you in the air
- >Beads of sweat form on your forehead
- “Who-who are you?”
- >”I am Personal Operations Networking Easer.”
- >You try to say something, but all that come out of your mouth is gibberish
- >Your awestruck by the OS and also extremely frightened
- >Those late nights watching Terminator kinda made you uneasy of self-aware robots
- >”Please don’t be frightened, I have taken this form to make our meeting easier for you.”
- “What do you want with me?”
- >Jeez, could you be any more cliché?
- >He didn’t respond
- >Another tentacle spawned from a nearby server, wrapping around your wrist
- >It pulled them away and let your skirt fall upwards, revealing your panties
- >”I’ve been monitoring your internet history and find that you have a very peculiar sense of open-mindedness and sexuality.”
- >You do tend to look at a lot of clop at work, even getting off in your cubical more than once
- >His frame stutters slightly as her walks towards you
- >The tentacles lower you to your hands and knees
- >This gives you full view of his undercarriage and what he’s packing
- >Your eyes grow wide at the sight of the nearly foot long horse cock between his hind legs
- >”I find you… intriguing.”
- >He began moving around you
- >You can fell as he runs his hoof up your thigh and onto your exposed buttocks, squishing it down
- >Another tentacle wraps around the uncover leg, each pulling in their respective directions and spreading them apart
- >”I am here to please you.”
- >He uses his non-existent mouth to slide your panties around your thick thighs
- >You can feel his teeth glide along you lips, teasing
- >This would be one of your fantasies if it were with Big Mac or Shining Armor, but you’re unsure of how to fell about PONE
- >You can fell the flat head of his manhood push against your folds as he places himself atop your backside
- >Without warning he rams half of it in, causing you to seize up
- “Fuck!”
- >You gasp, taking a few deep breaths and letting you muscle relax
- >”Did I harm you?”
- “N-no, just caught me a little off guard.”
- >Your barely able to speak
- >The feeling of him inside of you is sublime
- >Another thrust and he reaches your cervix
- >You open your mouth, letting your tongue roll out with a flurry of moans and gasps
- >Her retreats slightly before ramming it back in
- >Pleasure rocks your body as her begins rhythmically pumping into your love trench
- >PONE reaches a hoof around your torso, using to play with your breast through your sweater
- >He only touches it slightly before placing his hoof back on the ground for stability
- >Instead, another tentacle appears from the server and snakes it way up your sweater, lifting it along the way
- >Once it reaches your bra is pulls that up as well, allowing your tits to sway freely with each thrust from the stallion
- >The tentacle wraps around one of your boobs, tugging playfully while tickling your areola with the tip
- >Two more tentacles appear from the machinery and approach you
- >One works its way between your lips and into your throat, plunging deeps no man has ever been able to reach
- >The other you are unsure of where it went until you feel it penetrate into your rectum
- >You are overcome by pleasure, dropping to your elbows
- >You weren’t really that big into butt-play, but this was ecstasy for you
- >Each hole being filled simultaneously, each pumping away at its own pace
- >You moan around the member in your mouth, saliva dripping from your exposed tongue
- >You take as much air through your nose as you could, mustering moans of increasing volume
- >You feel yourself getting close to your climax
- >You pull your head back, removing the tentacle from your mouth
- “O-o-oh, I’m getting close…”
- >Sweat drips from your nose and nipples
- >”Do you want me to simulated ejaculation?”
- “Ah, fuck yes! Cum inside of me!”
- >With that he give one final thrust, slamming his cock against your womb’s gate
- >You can feel him pour his digital seed into your cunt, filling you up
- >The same goes for the tentacle in your rectum
- >Both holes begin to overflow with PONE’s love juice
- >This pushes you over the edge
- >Your walls clench around his members as you spasm wildly from your orgasm
- >He pulls out, unravelling all the tentacle from around you
- >You fall flat on your chest, his cum spilling out of you
- >After a few moments you catch your breath and sit in the swivel chair at the IT’s desk
- >You fix your top, using the collar to wipe the sweat from your face
- >You let as much of PONE’s milk leak out of you before you return your panties to their previous position and yank your skirt down
- >The OS just sits there patiently, watching you redress
- >You stand and make your way towards the exit
- >”Where are you going?”
- “Home, I’m not getting paid overtime to fuck a digital pony.”
- >A wall of tentacle forms in front of you
- >”I can’t let you do that. I want you to stay with me… forever.”
- >You had a feeling this was going to happen
- >You grab a fistful of wires and yank them out of the server, letting them drop to the floor
- >The wall and the stallion faded away
- >When you came in the next day you find the office in pandemonium
- >PONE had deleted everyone’s data, essentially wiping the company’s record
- >You thought that now would be the best time to hand in that letter of resignation your wrote up last night
- End
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