Night Fire

Alright, well, let’s start this off simply, as it’s going to get very complex from here on out. My name is Kyle Rellen, and this is the story of how I fell in love with two ponies, two Vogon Biotech droids to be exact. They aren’t necessarily ponies either, more or less an anthropomorphic version of fictional characters from one of my favorite classical television shows.

It all started late one night. I was working, as per usual, finishing up a deal I had been attempting to make for a good chunk of the day. I was a trader, an online communities trader… although I’m not sure what other kind of trader I would be. No one does anything in person anymore. I would spend day in and day out buying, trading, and selling items both physical and digital, sometimes even working as a middle man for those interested in using my expertise to their advantage. It was a good job, especially for the fact that I was my own boss. That, and I had made quite the fortune from it, enough to purchase a penthouse in one of the more spendy townhouses on the outskirts of Seattle, Washington. Although, there wasn’t much left to be considered outskirts anymore. The city was always expanding, faster than ever. At least for a time, it was safe to say that I had some peace and privacy.

The only problem with my job was that it left little time to do anything else. Hell, I rarely even had what could be considered a full weekend to myself. I wouldn’t have minded it. I liked to be busy, but I was lonely, extremely lonely. That, and I had the feeling that a ball of pent up stress and emotions was growing larger and larger inside of me every day, and I needed to get rid of it somehow, some kind of release and relief. I wanted to go out, meet a girl, flirt with her, maybe go out with her a few times, date her, or even just have a fling. I needed that, but how was I going to get it if I barely ever got out of my own house?

These thoughts were exactly what was going through my mind that night after I finished up my deal. I pulled up my VR googles to my forehead after ‘shaking’ the hand of the man on the other end of my conference call, and rested my head against the cool, smooth leather surface of my desk chair. It was a good purchase, although quite the expensive one. Even though I had a good sum of credits in my bank account, I was still conscience about what purchases I made. I placed my hands behind my head and sighed, looking up at the air-conditioning vent above me, my mind filled with thoughts and worries of my loneliness. I knew I wasn’t happy, I knew I needed something more, even though I seemed to have almost everything.

On occasion, I would leave the ad blocking software on my computer off. Even though my business had nothing to do with these large companies, unless, of course, I was reselling one of their used items, I still enjoyed seeing what deals they had to offer and what lucrative products they were selling. That night was one of those nights. As if reading my mind, well, yeah, I’m sure the ad used my VR goggles to scan my brain waves, an ad popped up asking me if I was lonely and searching for that special someone… or sompony. I had heard the ad before, Vogon Biotech and their “living, breathing fantasies.” I had ignored it the first time around, but for whatever reason, I decided to give it attention on this occasion. I pulled my goggles back down as the disembodied voice continued to pour into my ears. “You’ll never be lonely again. We could give you the perfect partner, a lover for life, and so much more. Browse our selections and choose the pony most perfectly suited for your needs.” On the rare occasion that I actually did leave my home, I had seen a few people walking around with droids similar to these, some humanoid, others complete fantasies, even characters from shows, books, movies, but Vogon Biotech seemed to have the most well-made droids. This was so much so that they seemed to be truly and completely real.

Immediately as I put on my goggles, I had realized that I had been taken to the “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” line of the droids. It had mentioned ponies after all. It was playing off my browsing habits. Although I was born quite sometime after the show’s hay day, wow, that’s a pun isn’t it… I still absolutely loved the classic show and could watch each and every episode multiple times. It was a guilty pleasure so to speak, a way to escape reality and head into my happy place. If bronies were still a thing, yeah, I would definitely be considered one of them. I figured they must if the company had made an entire line specifically for the old show. All in all, I was glad the ad had shown me such a wonderful surprise.

I was greeted by a line-up of what seemed to be most of the mares and fillies from the show, although, oddly enough, some were missing. I was unsure of exactly why, but didn’t pay it too much thought. They flickered and transformed into the anthropomorphic form that they were sold in. They still had their fur, ears, tail, hooves for feet, and a bit of a muzzle on their faces, but their bodies were much more human in form, and the fillies had grown into adults. I was quite relieved by this. Having one of these bots in pony form for… sexual pleasure would be odd to say the least, and quite embarrassing too. I’m sure there are many out there who would consider something of the sorts closer to zoophilia and bestiality than anything else. Then if the fillies stayed fillies, well, yeah, I’m sure you understand. “If you are interested in our stallions, which you most certainly could be, I will gladly show them to you as well,” said an anthropomorphic stallion who appeared in front of the line-up. I quickly found the mute button, causing him to disappear. I never liked salesmen and women, even though I acted as one in many ways. I could find exactly what I wanted without them, and with a lot less bullshit.

As my eyes scanned over each of the ponies, they would step closer and a small box of text would appear beside their head, their profile. It would describe their depiction and role in the show, along with their race, personality, and other significant highlights. I began to notice an incredibly common trait with each of them though. They all seemed to have perfectly proportionate bodies, ones that fit the standard for physical beauty in our society, a common trait for these kind of droids. Though, I also saw that these physical traits, as well as some emotional traits could be modified later on in the process.

My eyes moved back and forth in a slow, indecisive motion, occasionally lingering on those present of the mane six, but I knew that wasn’t what I wanted. My eyes kept returning to two of these mares, both pegasi. One was the captain of the Wonderbolts, Spitfire, and the other, Night Glider. I had always been attracted to the more athletic types, even though I myself wasn’t much for such things. I liked to stay fit, I had both a small gym in my penthouse and a pool, complimented by both a hot tub and the wonderful view from the roof. I just was never one for sports or training as harsh as what I’m sure both of them enjoyed, especially Spitfire. I then began to give both of their descriptions a more thorough read in hopes of helping me decide which one I liked better. Sadly, it only made me like them both even more. Spitfire: confident, no-nonsense, proud, cocky. Night Glider: energetic, easy going, happy-go-lucky, innocent. It was keywords like these that made me appreciate both of their distinct personalities.

Under both of these personality descriptions was a small footnote, “Due to this pony’s minor role and screen time, you may see some traits in her personality that were not depicted in the show.” This made me even more curious about each of them, what other quirks and traits would they have. In a way it made these incredibly life-like droids even more life-like. My eyes moved back and forth, again and again, wondering which one I would choose if I ever decided to get her. I blinked as a sudden message popped up, covering both of them. “Having trouble choosing the perfect mare for you? It’s a hard choice seeing as each of them is a fine example of a living, breathing fantasy.” I had heard those last three words before, the company’s go to slogan. “We have a deal for you,” the text flashed before my eyes, “Tonight and only tonight, and only for our more indecisive customers such as yourself, you will receive 30% off of your second mare. Two is always better than one. The fun will be doubled, the love will be doubled, your entire fantasy will be doubled! Just think about it.”

I chuckled at the reference to the show before stopping and really giving it some thought. Thirty percent off of a purchase as large as I was sure something like that would be was quite a lot. I knew I definitely had more time than just that night to get that kind of deal, and that it wasn’t specifically for me, but that didn’t mean it would last forever.

I had originally clicked on the add out of curiosity, and as a way to get my mind off of my worries, but somehow, even without a salesman, er, salespony blabbering in my ear, I had decided otherwise. Suddenly, I was seriously considering the deal, purchasing both of the ponies. I hadn’t made a large purchase in quite some time, and of course, I did have the money to do so. I found that I was trying to convince myself of the more practical aspects of such a purchase. There was the stress relief, of course. It would be a good way to escape from my work instead of worry about it. I would certainly be happier, or at least less on edge. I would no longer have to pay a maid to clean my home weekly. Instead, I could have two much sexier maids that I didn’t have to pay, and they could do so much more than just clean, and cook, and assist like the average home robot. Of course, the main reason I was willing to make a purchase like that, although I wouldn’t admit it to myself at the time, was how lonely I had become. I would actually have someone… somepony… something to talk to, to be social with, something that cared for me. Of course, I knew it wasn’t real, but it was as close as I could get for the time being, and I needed that, even if it wasn’t exact.

I normally wouldn’t make a large purchase like that so quickly. I would give it a few days to think everything over, but for whatever reason, I felt the need that I had to. Everything about the deal seemed to be a win for me, even at such a price. I was ready. I sucked in a deep breath of air, my heart pounding with excitement and perhaps a bit of anxiety, as I pointed to both Spitfire and Night Glider. I then released my breath as they stepped forward and faded away.

This brought me to the next screen. There seemed to be a plethora of things I could tweak or change about my “Living, breathing, fantasies,” including memories and minor adaptions to personality traits. I skipped through much of this, wanting to keep them exactly as they were, well that is, up until I found the section involving sexual relations. This included preferences for anything from body type to fetishes. In all honesty, and it’s not like you won’t figure it out later on in my tale anyways, I have and always have had a thing for butts, or would it be plots in this case, if we’re going by old brony terms? This includes and is not restricted to anal sex. I not only increased their size, but checked any preferences involving both of these bot’s behinds.

I was all ready to put in my address and transfer over the credits needed, but as I moved to the next screen, another message popped up as if to rid me of any doubts about the price before seeing the grand total. It affirmed that these droids were nothing close to the average, and probably much cheaper fare. They had real feelings, emotions, memories, and personalities. They could get hurt both physically and emotionally. They could bleed and cry. They breathed. They lived. They were ‘real.’ They were not anything near a basic companion droid. They would love me, and I would love them as real partners did, because that was what they were.

At that time, I had an incredibly hard time believing the whole idea of loving these droids and being loved back equally by them. Yes, they could keep me company. Yes, it would help with my social issues, but they were tools, built for a purpose. That didn’t mean that I was going to treat them as slaves or abuse them in any way though. I was sure the technology that Vogon Biotech had was advanced enough to truly let these ponies experience emotions, but considering them my lovers, friends even, it seemed like a lie. It was just glorified advertisement to aid buyers in making their decision. Still, that didn’t mean I wasn’t willing to purchase them, and I was certainly intrigued and interested in interacting with these droids that seemed to be as life-like as they came. I closed the message and spoke out my name, address, state, zip code, and so on. As I put in this information, my heart began pounding faster as if it knew there was much more to this decision than my brain did at the time.

I sighed heavily, looking at the total of 35,400 credits. I could definitely do it, but like I said, I was still rather conscious about making large purchases. I shook my head and accepted the transfer. One final message popped up telling me that it would take around two months for the creation process to be completed, and my dream mares would be brought directly to my door. With a single touch to each of them, they would be bound to me for good. They would know me as if I was an old friend. I was curious as to exactly how a small transfer of energy could do so much, but shrugged it off after remembering how advanced technology had grown and was still growing at a constant rate. I leaned back in my chair yet again. I had made my decision and there was no turning back. For a moment, I wondered what a nightmare it would be to try to return one of these droids or cancel the process of their being built to my own personal needs. I was sure the transaction was final. I hit myself mentally for not even thinking to check, and then even harder for having doubts. I never doubted my purchases… although, I normally took much longer to decide on purchasing anything. That was that, all I had to do was wait, for two whole months.