Windows Defender: a Windows Eight OS Story

by Hand-Made

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Original Character, Adventure, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 1578

Trapped in the web of a lusty virus, you're almost her unwilling groom before superfilly Windows Defender comes to save the day! Little do you know the masked AI's methods of purging any remnants of virus from your system...

Trapped in the web of a lusty virus, you're almost her unwilling groom before superfilly Windows Defender comes to save the day! Little do you know the masked AI's methods of purging any remnants of virus from your system...

A one-shot clop about horny Windows Eight, disguised as the superhero Windows Defender, once again trying to see if organics can impregnate an AI.

I wrote the character of Windows Eight, a.k.a. Winnie, for the now defunct browser pone threads. There are a few browser pony-esque stories floating around fimfiction. Check them out for some decent laughs and artificial intelligence clop.

Comments welcome and appreciated as always. Enjoy!

Published 2014-03-04 17:40:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-04 17:40:04 UTC

Run Program: Windows Defender

"Grraaahhh!" you cry out, struggling against the web restraints on the wall as a set of needle-sharp fangs pierce the nape of your neck. A burning pain quickly fills your veins as the teeth withdraw, spreading lower and lower throughout your body and setting your capillaries on fire.

Above you, a set of soulless obsidian spheres gaze hungrily upon your naked form; clothing torn away by nimble tendrils and claws. Your assailant grins, dripping venom of arousal onto violet fur. Far more monster than pony; the hooked spindles of her spidery legs sprouted from along the spine, supporting a sickeningly thin earth pony body uncomfortably close to yours. Your nose fills with the smell of burnt lavender and ash. You start to pant , feeling inexplicably warm as the intruder begins to laugh.

"Hahaha~ now you will be mine...and ONLY mine." the home invader coos, caressing your cheek with a slender pony hoof. "I warned you about resisting..."

"I refuse to be taken advantage of by a virus!"

"You don't have much of a choice, darling."

Soon you feel her vile venom creep into your lower stomach, nearly making you ill before moving into your sex. Against your every effort, your manhood rises into the air and throbs with a burning need for release. She lowers herself with her spidery appendages to get a better view. Just her breath against your head is enough to make you groan; the world spins around you as you develop tunnel vision.

"My, my...what an impressive breed you are. So thick, so long, so," she pauses to take a sniff of your shaft, "...fertile."

"I'll never love a monster..." you mumble out in both pain and lust.

"Doesn't mean you can't father a brood. You have such a lovely, secluded home to harbor our future family, my dear. You will be a marvelous father for our viral clutch..."

Moving her pony appendages out of the way and using her spidery legs, the virus slides her scrawny bodice against you, revealing an ebony marehood. Her sex drips a disgusting greenish-yellow fluid slowly onto your legs and scrotum, indicating her perverse arousal. A musk begins to replace the smell of ash inside your nostrils; your manhood only throbs harder.

"No...I'll never...No!" you cry out, throwing your head to the side.

"Yes you will, my love." she hisses in reply, lowering her squelching, winking marehood closer and closer to your crown. You clench your eyes, and resign yourself to your fate.

***

The wall across from you explodes with a rainbow spectrum, sending dust and debris everywhere.

"Not so fast, you filthy virus!" an adorable voice squeaks from the rubble. Your would-be rapist flies back from the force, crying out in shock as the smoke settles as you both observe the new face. A pair of narrow eyes look on the scene with confidence, hidden behind a thin Zoro-like mask.

"Windows Defender!? No!"

"My hero!" you cry. The foalish superhero stands proudly, a set of tight red polyester spandex snug against her light-blue fur. A small yellow shoulder cape, emblazed with the letter "D", flaps cutely in the open breeze.

"Now, get out of here before I squish you like the bug you are!"

"Not before my groom fertilizes my eggs!" The virus rises, hissing violently before charging the young filly. Narrowly missing the attacking claws, Windows Defender dodges each spidery leg.

"Windows Smart Screen, go!" the unicorn horn, sprouting from her dark-blue mane, begins to glow with an intense light. In an instant, a swatter-like screen slams against the virus, sweeping her up and squeezing her painfully.

"Nggaahhh! Nooo..."she groans in agony.

"Now, back to the deep Everfree from whence you came!" With a flash of her horn, the foal pixilates your wailing assailant off into nothingness before another peep escapes her lips.

"Th-thank you..." you gasp, heart racing from both the excitement and the venom.

"All in a day's work, 'sir'..." she giggles softly, trotting up to you. "Oh no! You've been bitten!" the filly points out, a little too cheerfully for your taste.

"Yes I was..." you blush in embarrassment with Windows Defender being shadowed by your thick erection and swollen testicles. "Can you let me dow-"

"Well there's only one true way to remove the potent effects of a virus' venom, and it cannot be accomplished easily or alone." she cuts you off, lowering her head before giving your well-defined ridge a playful lick. You moan in confusion as she takes you into her mouth and suckles longingly on the head. Before long, a small stream of precum leaks out into her thirsty mouth. She pulls her lips off you, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

"My scan shows you are positively overflowing with the effects of venom! When was the last time you were 'cleaned out'?"the filly chides teasingly before turning around, moving her tail to the side.

"What are you doing...?!" you pant while flexing against the web restraints, the world spinning once more from the lusty sensations flowing through you. With a thum of magic, the young heroine makes a lengthy rip in her tight red spandex to reveal a winking, azure marehood of her own.

"Performing an in-depth cleansing, silly." she coos, squirting a modest amount of filly juice onto your head and shaft before grinding it against her moist lips.

"The 'D' doesn't just stand for 'Defender', my trapped coltfriend..." she whispers inaudibly to herself, smiling in anticipation. You hiss, grinding your teeth together as her rocking hips slowly force your aching head inside.

"Oh DOS, you're big..." she groans, dilating her marehood in a futile attempt to allow you deeper.

Her muscles contract, pulling your glans by the ridge centimeter by centimeter further inside. You knock your head against the wall, unable to endure such pleasure as the venom still burns within. Eventually, the filly begins to rise and lower herself against you, rocking back and forth.

"Mmm...just relax, 'sir', and let me take care of everything."

Lewd slaps fill the room, mixed with the cries of the filly as she breeds you. Lost to the sensations of sex, you can only moan out garbled attempts at questions. However, you are drowned out as the foal screams into the air, arcing her back clenching almost painfully against your shaft. A river of light-yellow marecum flows readily against your legs, mixing with her sweaty fur as her whole bodice quivers. The smell of hay and musk fills the air.

"L-looks like *ah* you have quite the stubborn load..." Windows Defender pants, still shuddering around your half-buried cock splitting her in two. Slowly massaging your length with her marehood, she flexes her slender muscles underneath the spandex as she milks you; the glint of the light contrasts against the colors of her small cape. You tighten your jaw, feeling the venom light your brain up as your seed rises through your shaft. "S-so deep..."

Hyper-sexed, you buck your hips against her in an attempt to knot yourself deep inside the sexy heroine's womb. She feels you getting closer, and quickens her vaginal massage.

"Yesss...let it all out inside; it's the only way!" she moans with a squeaking voice. Without a second thought, your body shudders as you mind goes blank. Thick, heavy spurts of cream explode into the young mare's very core.

"Ahhh!" you nearly scream, but can only manage gasping for air as one of the most powerful orgasms of your life overtakes you. Made hyper-sensitive by the venom, your testicles can only contract and contract while you flood the foal's shallow basin.
"Yeah, fill me up," the masked filly grunts to herself, "Make me pregnant..."

Your only response is a raspy groan into the air as your bountiful load finally tapers off. With a sigh of pleasure, the foal manages to slowly dislodge your aching glans from her womb. She turns around on quivering legs, only to gasp in surprise as you remain rigid in the air.

"That...that was...oohhh!" you're cut off once more as Windows Defender plants her lips firmly against your crown, sucking up your dripping seed. The foal grins devilishly, her still-winking marehood leaking white streams. "It looks like we have a long afternoon ahead of us coaxing out all this venom from your system..."

You gulp, lowering your head and resigning yourself to further "scanning". The filly giggles once more, a blush spreading from out underneath her mask before lowering her head.

***

Later that night, you work on repairing your wall, half-exhausted and sexually drained. Your OS filly, Windows Eight, wobbles inside the door on shaky hooves while floating a large bag of delicious carrots.

"Wow, what did I miss?" she scans the room lazily.

"Let's just say that I'm buying us a new firewall for when you're out picking up groceries again...where were you all day? Are you alright? You look wobbly." you ask, putting down your tools and taking the carrots from the air.

"Oh I, er, just tripped while levitating all these carrots home. Whew, I'm beat! I'm hitting the shower before powering down for bed. Night!" she states hurriedly with a smirk before quickly trotting to the bathroom. As Winnie passes, you can't help but smell a strong hint of musk and sweat. You shake the thought from your head as your stomach grumbles.

Ah well, it looks like you'll be having some tasty carrots for dinner at least.