Tor story

>it was late, you were browsing /mlp/ and you came across a browser pony thread, thought it looked interesting
>opened thread and found a picture of the browser you were using, Tor. hmmm, i wouldnt have expected it to be so.... dark purple, ah well, its just an artists renditio- *you were cut off by the sound of thunder outside your house* HOLY FUCK THAT WAS LOUD
>The lightning struck your house, and considering you live in a 1 story house next to a bunch of duplexes that was odd.
you went outside to investigate, you found that your dish got fried, and there was a scorch mark on some of the nearby tiles.
>no big deal, you went back inside to make sure your tech was working properly, only to find that your den had lost all of its lighting.
DEFCON 4 ACTIVATE! AWOOGA AWOOGA, you went into high alert noting that you left the lights on in that room when you left. then you realized it might have been a fuse that busted.
you went downstairs to investigate, finding that the fuse was perfectly fine....
you went back upstairs to go back online only to find your Tor onion icon was gone and so was your 3 pages you had open. FUCK its gonna take a while to download Tor again since your computer is such shit
>then just as you open IE you hear a moderately low pitched female voice shout at you HEY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, DO YOU WANT THEM TO FIND YOU?!
scared shitless the only thing you could stammer is oiioijasdkfsa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
the voice responds, nice imitation of sweetie bell derelle.
>the voice knowing about that and being in your room with you is making you think..... wait a minute, I was looking at some browser pone thread a fe- TOR IS THAT YOU!?
the voice responds: of course it is, who the hell else would be in here at this time of night?
you spin your chair around to see her violet mane and amethyst eyes staring at you.
you rush over and grab a hold of her to inspect that she is real and that your dealer didn't just fuck with what you bought.
You pick Tor up and hold her to further assess the situation, you ask her if she is hungry.
>"of course i am, i just spawned into this world and didn't have anything to eat on cyberspace travel you retard, now deactivate your laptop and FEED ME!"
>nice reference to audrey from little shop of horrors, it seems you have a knack for imitations.
>shut up you informational spigot, im here to help keep you safe, sound and to stop letting the government learn about you from your history.
damn Tor doesn't play games, well i figure i should have some cobb salad left over from my lunch. but it has bacon and chicken in it.
>Hey Tor i got somethin for ya here in the kitchen.
she responds: I didn't know you were female
HA Ha you say as dry as you possibly can. TOR IF YOU WANT TO EAT GET THE HECK OVER HERE!
Tor: fine fine, whatever you say
>you hand Tor the salad and she goes to town on it much to your surprise she didn't care it had meat.
you ask Tor if it bothered her and she responded: Tor doesnt care, it just takes what it wants, tor is rather badass (in her best impression of a gay man).
Tor do you even know how fun it is to have you around already?
Tor: yeah why do you think I haven't killed myself?
well then Tor is very dark. i will have to take note of that fact. she sounds more fun than torch was in that one story an anon wrote. ah well better see if she needs anything.
Hey Tor, havin trouble with something?
Tor: NOPE, just trying to find some good youtube videos but im stuck in that weird part of it again.
what weird part?
Tor: the part where any idiot with a camcorder thinks they are a virtuoso with ms movie editor and they make shitty flash animations of some art that doesn't make sense.
oh that part, just look up some music videos, AND NOT VIMEO!
Tor: you really think i would stoop that low and watch their shit?
>you watch her browse the internet, her eyes are like flashlights, white and no irises to be found. you turn off the lights in the room to see that she is using them as a projector onto the white walls you have.
hey Tor, wanna watch some netflix?
Tor: sure but it better not be something like troll 2 or birdemic.
dont worry what i was going to ask you to bring up was some MLP.
Tor: who is your favorite pone?
princess Luna of course.
Tor: you autist that isn't how you spell pinkie pie.
>what episode do you want to watch tor? i'll let you choose because you... well hell what is the right phrase for this, born, birthday, new. FUCK IT, WELL DO IT LIVE! just pick an episode.
>Tor: fine i wanna watch feeling pinkie keen.
bring it up then. I enjoy that one too
during the episode you decide to make some small talk with Tor.
>so Tor do you have any siblings?
>not really i only have foxie.
>firefox?
>no shit sherlock, she's my half sister
>well that makes sense. any friends?
>only you, chrome, IE, and opera.
>How do you know them? i only had you and Internet Explorer.
>i know them from that thread you were on.
>opera doesn't seem to be able to get her anon out of his pants
>IE cant seem to keep it in her own, and chrome... well ill let you guess what just happened.
>well then that was interesting, i had no idea Tor was capable of that.
>I never got to ask your name, user. what is it?
>oh you can call me anon
>okay then anon lets watch some more of purple smart getting smashed with large objects.
>sounds good to me.
>you figured it was time to go to bed, having watched half of season 2 with Tor that night
>but where would Tor sleep? the dog bed your ex girlfriend had left over here?
>you decide that Tor could sleep in your bed and she decided that you wouldn't get to have any blankets for yourself
>you woke up realizing that that leftover salad was pretty much all you had in the house since you had to go shopping the next day.
Then you realised it's now monday morning, you have no good explaination (one that is believeable at least) for all that noise last night
Your neighbors are some nosy fucks after all.
>When confronted about the conversation they heard you having last night you responded with "fuck you john, go molest your goldfish"
>John leaves you alone realising you are not one to be trifled with right now.
>it would have been hard to explain that you had a ponified version of your internet browser materialise in your house, let alone a female.
>heading to the store you remember seeing what the characters from MLPFIM would eat, you bought some bread, apples, and other produce.
>the cashier gives you a funny look because you usually buy alot more junk food.
>you get home to find Tor on your laptop looking quite angry
>hey tor whats wrong?
>this piece of shit wont allow me to access your hidden files to prune personal information from them.
>well i dont trust that inf- wait what?
>didn't you know that the hidden files on windows xp are designed to be magnetic copies of personal info you have logged into websites you visited, from your social security to a cookie as simple as username and password or youtube preferences.
>thats damn interesting Tor, I'll help you acces them, it kinda helps to have fingers.
she grabs your hand and examines your fingers
>hey anon can ya help me out a little? I've had this scratch for an hour now and i cant seem to reach it
she moves your hand to her left ear
you scratch behind it and she seems to melt under your palm.
>damn i didn't know you liked it that much Torry.
>What did you call me?
>i figured i should call you something more endearing.
>less talk, more scratches
>well okay then give me a minute, you seem to have some snags in your mane
>Dont pull them asshole.
>i was going to get a brush.
>good, hey i was wondering, mind if I take a shower, my fur is filthy from all the sweat from the activities we had last night
>haha we didnt do anything dirty Torry, you perv
>HEY, I resemble that remark... so whats the news on that brush and shower?
>one moment ill get the bathroom ready.
>HEY TOR FEEL FREE TO HELP YOURSELF TO SOME OF THE STUFF I GOT YA.
as you are finding the brush you can hear her gobbling up some of the produce you got at the store earlier
>HEY NO BACON?!
you thought that salad incident was an isolated occurence. it seems Tor is an omnivore after all.
>dont worry tor i got some in the freezer.
>TOOOOOORR I DREW YOU A BAAATTHH
>cool got bubbles?
>yep
Tor rushes over with speed you hadn't thought possible from anything and leaps in
>CANNONBALL!
wha- OH SHI-KERSPLOOOSH, and a tidal wave ensues leaving you drenched
>need any help Tor?
>nope i got this under control
>okay then i have to go get changed now and put these clothes in the dryer
you leave an not a minute later Tor asks for some help scrubbing her mane.
>you come in the room and see she has made a huge beard out of the bubbles in the bath.
>one moment dont splash me. lets see what shampoo types i have.
she decides upon some of your axe shampoo cause she liked the design on it.
>well okay thenclose your eyes, this shit burns if it gets in them.
she complies and squints her lids shut as you begin to lather her indigo locks of hair
>hey anon can you do a super saiyan 4 updo?
>no I'm not that skilled.
>one moment i have to rinse
your rinse her hair and she looks like a drowned rat, you cant help but snicker a little
>HEY WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!
>oh nothing i just thought your hair looks funny when its all wet
>Okay then. dont worry, I'll be sure to smother you in your sleep tonight.
>oh come on Torry, its cute actually, but dont open your eyes yet, I'm going to use conditioner next
>From what I've read about conditioner I know i'll like it, DO IT TWICE ANON!
>gees you dont have to yell, im right here
>of course i know that, its fun to mess with you anon. you did know that right?
>im sure
she smiles as your masaging her scalp, she must really like this.
>So i cant help but notice you are enjoying this
>No duh, this feels amazing anon, i wish i had hands, however the only guy who could do it is long dead
>who?
>dr victor frankenstein.
>you do know that he was a fictional character right?
>like i care anon. Rinse time.
>*sigh* okay here it comes
>AAAAH THATS FUCKING COLD!
>sorry bout that Tor
>here now let me get you a towel so you can dry off
>hey you didnt wash my tail
>you can do that, im not risking some sort of molestation charges.
>Fair enough.
you get Tor a towel from your linen closet. you got the biggest and fluffiest one you have
>dayum i like this towel anon, this is mine now.
>excuse me?
>you heard me, i like this one so much i call perma-dibs
>fine I'll just buy a better one and you cant use it.
>whatever anon
>Hey whats this near the tv?
oh its just my oldschool atari
>shit wanna play?
>sure but how are you gonna play?
>its got one joystick and one button, it cant be that difficult.
>sure its not hard to use, but its not easy to master.
>pfff yeah right
3 rounds of tanks later
>FUCK THIS GAME AND FUCK YOU ANON!
>told ya, now i have an idea, these controls are wired, you are at least a partially electronic being, correct.
>yeah but where is this going?
You cut off one of the controllers from the cord its connected to.
you then hand the cord to Tor
>the fuck do you expect me to do with this?
>try putting it in your mouth, you should be able to control the character better
Tor does and procedes to whip your ass at tanks.
>hmm that gives me an idea
you then bring your xbox 360 up front, and do the same with one of your controlers
>Tor is giving you a befuddled look that says "buddy do you have any idea what you did to its value?
>yes i do know, now try this,
You let her play some halo 4 and she is mvp after just her second match, leading everyone to call her a haxxor.
you give her the cord for the mic and she starts badmouthing the idiots on her team who were getting fragged left and right
this elicited the classic rage response from people saying "its a gurrrrl gaymerrrr get back in tha kitchen lololololololololololololol"
Tor then chucks a sticky across the map, through a grav-lift and sticks the kid on the nuts.
>dayum Torry you got some skills. i couldn't have done that
Tor smiles up at you and says
>you expected less from me loser? i may not be great with my hooves but damn I'm good at this
>Tor you have just earned all my respect, every single last piece of it.
>chapter i lost count a while ago,
>Anon are you sure about this
Yes I'm sure about it.
>I dont think i should be doing this
Don't worry you'll be fine
>okay if you say so
>OMNOMONOMONOMONOM
wow i wasnt expecting that kind of response to mexican food from you
>*muffled* Whaddaya xpeckt? ish guud.
you look at your watch and begin to count down on your right hand from five
>*muffled* whud er ya doin anom?
3,2,1
>OH GOD HOOOT HOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOT!!!
here Tor have a glass of milk
>GLUGLUGLUGLUG *pants* FUCK *pants* YOU *pants* ANON!
you sit there laughing to yourself
>THAT'S NOT FUNNY
*you feel her kick you in the side*
okay then fine it was a little funny to watch though.
Tor I didn't know your pretty purple face could turn so pink, look even your nose is running
>asshole
deal with it Tor. but try to slow down when you eat, it wont be so hot
>fine ill try it
>hmmm you were right anon, I FUCKING LOVE MEXICAN FOOD
would you like to try some hotsauce?
>oh hell no, not after what just happened
oh come on try a few drops on your burrito
>*sigh* fine, ill try it
*you drop a few spots onto her food*
>hey this is pretty damn good, you have good taste anon
so do you Tor.
Hey Tor when im gone for work would you mind watching after the house? nothing major, just make sure no roody-poo's break in and maybe dust a little? im not asking much
>whatever faggot
'great it seems I have suddenly adopted a teenager. lets hope she doesn't bleed on my couch, i just had it cleaned'
>hey earth to anon, anyone in there HELOOOOOO
Yes Tor, yes I'm fine, i was thinking to myself
>good, i didn't want to take care of an ivalid
oh will you stop it?
>whaaaaat? *in her most sarcastic tone*
>hey anon while you're gone ill be sure to look up tons of gay porn for ya
*sigh* just great, just great, i got a keeper allright.
>neighbor john: hey anon hows it goi-
*you dont make eye contact as you walk past him giving him the finger*
it seems that the neighbor is getting more and more suspicious by the day
you head on off to work, another day another dollar you suppose.
(from the perspective of Tor for this chapter)
i better do that shit anon wants me to do first, before i get into more skyrim
lets see, where does ano- aha there it is there's the dust rag.
at least he doesnt have all that much shit that needs dusting.
well now that I have some time to myself i figure i'll browse /mlp/
spoilered thread? this i gotta see.
oh... my... *your face reddens* is that what people are looking at now?
well then i suppose i have to do something about this situation here.
I do feel all warm and tingly inside, and I... oh boy these hooves are not very good are they?
at least not at what you have to do. oh my *your head starts to feel a little light*
i cant wait for anon to get home, i need his help with something.
fuck it back to killing draugr DIE! TASTE FIREBALLS BITCH!
well im bored with skyrim, time to raid the fridge, sweet anon left some steak and what is thi- JACKPOT
CHOCOLATE MILK MUTHAFUCKAS! * you enjoy your lunch a little too much*
time to get back to killing the jarls of each hold i suppose.
damn i love skyrim mods.
the fact that i made myself into a character skin is awesome
RAWWWR IM A WEREWOLF RAWWWR I EAT YOU. NOMNOMNOM
*suddenly there is a knock at the door*
ANON IS THAT YOU? DID YOU FORGET YOUR KEYS?!
*you open the door*
oh shit.
What the fuck do you want john? you creep?
(for the record john is an autistic neckbeard who is also a sex offender)
>ppoooonnnyyy
yeah retard just pieced that together did ya?
>m-m-m-must have pooonnnyyy
what hey get your hands off of me yo- RAPE RAPE FIRE RAPE FIRE! CALL THE POLICE, CALL AL ROKER, CALL SOMEONE HELP ME THIS FAGGOT IS TRYING TO RAPE ME HEEEEEELLLP
*he grabs ahold of you*
GET AWAY FROM ME HOMO!
>i-i-i love ponnyyy
you kick him not even very hard
>waaaaaaaaahhhh i *snivel* only *snivel* wanted* pony *john runs away crying like the retard that he is*
>anon arrives home shortly.
>john told me he got kicked in the chest by a purple pony and no one is believing him.
>you wouldn't know anything about that *anon is visibly glaring at you with the rage of a thousand killer bees* 'would you'?
the faggot knocked on the door, i answered thinking it was you, and he acted like i was an underage school girl alone in the house, but my patented chris hansen kick to the chest sorted him out.
>its okay this time, ive been wanting to kick him in the chest too as of late, fuckin weirdie he is.
>DONT DO IT AGAIN TOR.
Yes dad *in your finest tone of sarcasm*
(back to the perspective of anon)
Hey tor would you mind opening up youtube
>do I have to?
I’m the user here, so you kinda do.
>tor sighs and complies with opening up youtube
Bring up some brony music that isnt absolute shit. Try the living tombstone
>fine, here it goes ano-
Whats wrong Tor?
>tor has stopped moving completely, not even a heartbeat.
Oh god what have I done type moment followed by breakdown
>5 minutes later
>hey anon what just happened?
Tor oh thank god you’re alive. You rush over and hug Tor tightly as if you would never let go
>Homo just tell me what happened and stop being such a, oh actually I kinda like this
>could ya scratch behind my ear, it feels so fucking amazing when you do.
Yes Tor I would be happy to.
And Tor-
>Yeah?
You locked up for 5 minutes, I thought you were dead, I was freaking the hell out
>you better know I aint leaving anytime soon anon.
Tor realising just how much I have come to care about you, I… I want to tell you something.
>Let me guess, you’re finally coming out of the closet?
Torry you are ruining the moment.
Here I have a hyperlink I need you to open
You hand Tor a piece of paper with a vocaroo link wrote down on it.
Tor opens the link and plays the sound clip.
Your voice starts playing, Tor ever since you came into my life 2 months ago I cant help but feel that I lo- the vocaroo cuts off.
You hand Tor another piece of paper
I love you Tor, And I never want you to leave me
Even with her eyes glassed over from viewing the page you can see tears start to well up.
She closes the pages
>Anon I never thought of you that way, I just saw you as a friend whose house I was crashing at permanently.
>But now that I think of it, Anon, I’ve been so mean to you,
>how could I ever repay yo-
You cut Tor off with a deep embrace and you gaze deeply into her amethyst irises
They are shining like never before.
>A-anon, I-I think I know where I want to take this.
You head to your room and lay the indigo mare upon your queen size bed
Your green comforter is acting as the perfect compliment to her beautiful raven mane
Her amethyst eyes are staring deeply into your own as you trail butterfly kisses down the nape of her neck
She shivers with excitement
>oh ano-n you char-mer this is ge-tting me all wo-rked u-
You cut her off with a deep and passionate kiss that seems to last for hours.
You break off and slowly lower your head and find one of her nipples
You pinch one of them and breathe on another as she gasps out in surprise at this.
She lets out a murr of approval
>anon, you sure you havent done this before?
Its okay, Tor let me handle this.
You bring yourself to her slit, by now it’s drenched from all the lead up.
You flick her bump once and she spasms under your touch. You knew she was close
Tor you dirty girl I didn’t know you were so excited
As you said that another dribble of fluid came out.
You stuck one finger in and immediately pulled it out
She writhes
>a-a-anon you you ccccocktttease
Taking delight in her actions you procede to place your lips on her folds.
‘Hmmmm I wonder how far I can take Tor before she says it?’ you think to yourself
you quote the tootsie pop commercials with each lick.
A one, A two, A three, and after the third strike you give her a little nibble on her clit, sending her over the edge she uses her hind legs to lock your head in place so you cant move from that spot.
>AANOOOOOOOOOOOOON! She screams out in pleasure
She is panting, trying to catch her breath after that intense orgasm
Tor I’m not going to let you rest for a while
>”huh? oh no whatever will I do” she says in a playful tone
You insert 2 fingers
The look on her face is red as a tomato she is so worked up.
You wiggle your fingers around until you find it
Tor lets out a sharp squeak when you find “the” spot
Bingo, you assail her Gspot with most haste and she begins to go limp, her eyes flashing from her indigo to glassy as she looses all control.
You feel her walls crushing down on your hand so tightYou cant even remove your fingers
You have to jostle her to get her to snap out of the trance.
>huh whats goi-oh my di-
Yes you came so hard you passed out
>Anon that is exactly why fingers are cool,
>I figure its your turn now anon
She flips you over and aims for your zipper leaving the two of you in a 69 position.
She slowly uses her teeth to pull down your zipper and the button
>Damn impressive anon, it looks tasty
I know how you feel about meat
>of course dummy
>mmm iffs a itl falty, I wov iht
Holy shit Torry how did you get so good at this
>I saw some videos when you were gone at work a few days
A few days?
>most of them actually but I have ‘bigger’ buisness to atemb do
You feel her tounge gently carress your shaft and head as no woman ever could
Damn Torry, I c-cant hold it m-much longer
Having heard that she takes it all in, and you feel the glorious fleshyness of her throat
You reach for the back of her head and push it down as you release the mightiest orgasm known to man down her sweet throat.
>wow anon, I could hardly swallow it all.
She repositions herself so you make eye contact as she hovers her theighs above your cock
You help guide it in.
>ahhhhhhhnn
>it wont even fit all the way in, anon
Tor open user preferences, add about 70% to current elasticity
Her eyes glass over as she does what you instructed, you feel yourself slide deeper into her marehood
You startle her with a sudden french kiss before she could even close the settings page.
The pace you set for yourself is agonisingly slow as to not hurt her.
>anon you can go a little faster you dweeb.
She just unleashed a beast she didn’t know existed as your pace went from slow and steady to fast and deep plunges into her.
Her face turns even redder some how as she gives in to your movements, not resisting, only moans of extacy
>oh, ooh, ah, ohohohohoh, OH GOD ANON!
Your stamina is at levels you never thought possible, and the randomness between the different strokes gives her no time to react or rest.
She climaxes so hard you thought you would never be free from her clutches
>ANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON! She screams out
As you reach the point of no return. She locks eyes with you and you empty your load into her her clamped down mare parts.
She falls asleep almost immediately after you pull out and naps on your chest and you fall asleep with the wonderful mare of your dreams