The Demo Model

The next morning started like all the others. The feeling of Scootaloo’s weight on the bed beside Steven reminded him that his holiday wasn’t a dream, that everything he’d experienced was real.

He was nude again, having removed his nightwear through the night as the small bot beside him grew hot against his body. The familiar feeling of his full-mast cock against her fur also met him as his nerves began to respond to sensations once again.

This time, however, Scootaloo was anything but asleep. Her eyes were wide open, staring deep into his with an intensity which could only draw him deeper into arousal.

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” she asked, her tone both innocent and sultry at the same.

“I—” Steven began, only to be cut off by the feeling of her soft synthetic lips against his. They were slightly rubbery, but warm and wet, and seeking. He closed his eyes and melted into the kiss as she used a hoof to roll him onto his back. He did little to resist.

Her tongue flicked out of her mouth as she straddled his body, pressing against his mouth as a gentle request to explore him.

Steven quickly obliged, parting his lips and letting her writhing tongue slip into his mouth, exploring every inch of it she could. He could feel his tip pressing against her, she was just the right height for her slit to sit atop his shaft as they made out, and with only a simple push he knew he could force her back and impale her in an instant. But something told him not too, to savour this moment of bliss with her.

A small voice in his head told him it was wrong, of course. It grew louder and louder by the second, but it died the instant where she broke their kiss, and he opened his eyes to see her glowing orbs staring back at him with such lust.

Scootaloo gave a giddy grin before beginning to shuffle down the bed, planting soft kisses on his chin, neck, chest, and belly as she went. She kicked the sheets aside without a second thought, letting her ‘guest’ watch as she arrived at his crotch.

The cooling fans in her mouth blew warm air across his tip, making him throb and twitch as beads of precum began to leak from his tip and roll down his shaft.

Scootaloo waited only a moment before opening her maw wide and sliding down to take the tip of Steven’s member into her wet mouth.

Steven was not a stranger to sex by any means, he wasn’t the world’s biggest sex machine, but he’d had his fair share of human partners before. This was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

Her tongue flicked and swirled around his tip with trained skill, making him grunt and moan as pleasure rolled through his whole body. It felt good, too good.

A pang of guilt hit his chest and he sat up to grab Scootaloo’s head and pull her off his cock.

“D-Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her fake spit running down the side of her mouth as she looked up at him like a child who’d just been caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“No, you’re doing so well but… Is this what you really want?” He had to admit, it was definitely a turn on to have something so innocent do something so depraved, but he knew he had to make sure.

“Uh, duh, of course it is, silly!” she said with a quick giggle.

Steven was about to respond, but all he could produce was a rough grunt of lust as Scootaloo broke free of his grip and opened her mouth wide, pushing his tip back into her waiting maw. She redoubled her efforts from earlier, this time bringing a hoof up to stroke up and down his member as he tongue flicked and twisted around the head of his shaft.

He shuddered at the sensations, unable to stop himself from grinding deeper into this willing, wet hole with a soft, consistent rhythm.

Only the sound of her motors whirring reminded him of her synthetic nature. Everything else felt almost more than real: how she moved; how she squeaked when he pushed himself a little deeper every now and again; how her fake saliva dribbled down his shaft, coating it in a sheen which shimmered in the dim morning light.

The voice in his head was present but quiet. He still wondered if all of what she was doing was just a marketing tactic. How many other robots were doing the exact same thing to their guests that morning? He would never know. What scared him, however, was that he wasn’t sure that he cared.

His thoughts were interrupted by the temporary stopping of Scootaloo’s efforts. She pulled herself back until just the very tip of him was left in her mouth. She paused a few moments, letting him stew in the seconds that passed before her tongue gave his cock a quick flick.

Any of his doubts were washed away in the wave of pleasure that slammed his body.

“F-Fuck, m-more of that, sweetie,” he moaned.

His hands cupped her cheeks as she began to push herself down once more. One of his hands slid to the back of her head just as her tight throat began to envelop his manhood. He huffed and panted as he began to guide her up and down him.

Now it was her turn to moan, something about pleasing him seemed to give her pleasure as well. Lewd sounds of arousal slipped from her with each soft pump of his hips. He rewarded each one with a stroke of her cheek, which she leaned into gratefully.

Whatever control he had before was quickly starting to slip away into the sea of pleasure that surrounded his being. Scootaloo let him push himself deeper and deeper. He couldn’t help but let his humping grow rougher and rougher. The filly sped up to match him, sliding up and down in time with his pumps.

A hoof travelled down to Steven’s balls, cupping and massaging them to further increase his arousal. Pre flowed freely from his tip now, and he could feel her swallowing it down each time her mouth filled up with it, it made her throat tighter, drawing a rough grunt.

His throbbing and twitching increased as he steadily progressed towered his peak, but he stopped himself just short of ruining the moment by ending it too early. He gripped her mane and gently tugged her off his dick, letting her pant for a few seconds before grabbing her and pulling her up to kiss her once again.

This time, he took control, forcing her lips apart with his tongue and pushing it deep into her. He could taste himself in her, but he didn’t mind so long as they were locked in this passion for as long as possible

He slid his hand to her flank, gripping and kneading it as he held her hot body against his with the other hand.

Satisfied that he wouldn’t cum the second he felt her lips around his member, he broke the kiss and pushed her back towards his crotch.

He watched as she opened her mouth and closed her eyes, leaned down and—

Rrrrr.

The pair paused as a new sound entered their serene paradise. The sound of Steven’s phone.

He picked it up and looked at the name on the screen. It was his boss again. He sighed and sat up, steading his breath as he dragged his finger across the screen to answer the call.

“H-Hello?” he said, trying to hide the arousal in his voice.

“Steven! I hope I’m not interrupting anything but I’m in a bit of trouble here,” her voice came, boisterous as ever.

“N-Nope! You’re not interrupting! What could you possibly be interrupting?” he replied frantically.

Real smooth, Steven. He told himself.

Scootaloo sat back, a look of annoyance only somepony as cute as she could pull off written on her face. She huffed at his words as if he’d just taken away her favourite toy. He placated her with a quick glance and a wave of his finger.

‘Hold on,’ he mouthed.

“Okay? Well, turns out the new server administrators we picked out aren’t as familiar with our architecture as they thought they were. You’re still in San Fran, right?”

“Y-Yeah but—”

“Great, ‘cause I’m stuck in a rut and you’re my go-to guy for all rut-related problems!”

Steven’s pulse quickened. “R-Rut? Who said anything about rutting?”

“Woah, chill out, all I’m asking is that you head down there at some point today and help them fix the servers,” she explained.

Steven kicked himself mentally, something about Scootaloo’s presence had thrown him for a loop in a way he’d never felt before. Every time he glanced back at her set his mind racing once again, all he wanted to do was hang up and let her continue servicing him!

He averted his gaze and tried to push his feelings aside.

“Okay. I’ll head down as soon as I can,” he replied firmly.

“Thanks so much!” she said, “I’ll talk to you again when you get to the office, alright?”

“Sure, talk soon!” he said before clicking the phone off.

He turned back to Scootaloo, who by this point was on her back idly kicking at the air. She sat up as she noticed him finish his call. A disappointed frown darkened her expression.

“D-Does that mean we can’t finish our game?” she asked, creeping up the bed to allow him to wrap his arms around her.

Steven planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Of course not, your job is to distract me from boring work stuff, right?” he teased.

“Y-Yeah…” Scootaloo muttered.

“Then I suggest you get to work~,” he instructed, picking her up with his hands and placing her across his belly, her muzzle facing his cock. It had started to soften during his work call, but the sight of Scootaloo’s perfectly proportioned, slightly puffy fillyhood peaking from behind her swaying tail quickly drew him back to full mast before her eyes.

He watched as her purple mane lowered towards his crotch and relished once again the feeling of her hot ‘breath’ against his tip. Gentle wetness pressed against it, making him shudder with lust, her tongue felt soft but just firm enough that he could feel it lapping at his dick with such passionate sensitivity.

Scootaloo spread her hind legs and lifted her tail behind her as she took him into her mouth, giving him an even better view of her winking cunny. The detail was astounding, it even dripped with a natural lubricant which seeped from her folds with an enticing glisten. Just as exciting was her scene, feminine, innocent, yet he could only describe it as… Ready.

He lurched as Scootaloo suddenly moved to push more of him into her mouth, licking up and down the shaft as she searched for his most sensitive spots. His lurch brought him closer to her cunt, and he couldn’t resist simply reaching out and pressing his finger against it, drawing a cute squeak from the fillybot as he soaked his fingertip in her aromatic fluids and brought it to his lips to taste it.

It was intoxicating, feeling as though Scootaloo herself was dancing across his tongue in a way which sent his body into overdrive. He needed more of her, and he wasn’t going to hold back anymore.

He thrust his hips forward, with a rough, dominating grunt. Scootaloo whimpered slightly in surprise but quickly adjusted herself, starting to bob up and down his shaft with a rhythmic intensity which drove him closer and closer to climax each time his cock slid between her soft lips.

His fingers wandered across her flank, teasing more and more cute squeaks and moans from her before he slipped two of them into her tight foalhood. She gasped around his cock, pausing for a moment as pleasure rushed through her artificial body until Steven reminded her of her task with a rough thrust.

Letting out a contented sigh as she went back to work, he began pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy with a slow rhythm. Wet ‘schlicks’ met his ear occasionally, and he could feel her tightening around him, silently begging him to stay inside her.

His heart raced as she began pushing more and more of him into her mouth to the point where he could feel himself pressed against the back of her throat, which stretched to accommodate his girth while staying tight around him.

He started to feel a familiar intense pressure building up between his legs, but he had no intention of cumming just yet.

Instead, he took his hands from her rear and grabbed her once more, lifting her squirming, panting body from his crotch and spinning her around to make out with her once more. She moaned into his mouth as he forced his lips to hers and parted them with his tongue.

Steven’s hands felt her sides as he touched her perfectly crafted form, enjoying every inch of her he could as his tongue explored her mouth. A tiny, repressed part of his mind tried to remind him that she was just a robot; and an underaged one at that! But she felt as real as any human he’d ever been with, and he felt a passion for her that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

It didn’t take long before he met her soft flank, grabbing and kneading it with his probing hands as he crept ever closer to her sodden little honeypot. He felt closer and closer until he finally met those soft lips, spreading them and drawing a cute moan of lust from the fillybot he was making out with.

Steven smiled as he felt her insides, carefully lining up three of his digits before plunging them as deep into her as he could. Warmth surrounded his fingers as she clamped down on him, desperate for his touch.

Scootaloo broke the kiss, letting out a synthesized squeal of pleasure. She gyrated backwards onto his hand, trying to get as much of his touch as she possibly could.

Using his other hand, Steven grabbed her head once again and forced her lips back to his. He drew his fingers back before slamming them back into her, fingerfucking her slowly at first but quickly increasing his speed in response to his little lover’s obvious need.

Scootaloo matched him, keeping her lips locked with his as she bucked back in time with his fingers’ thrusts. A wet sound greeted both of their ears with each motion, her cunny leaving long strands of her fluids dripping from his hand. The loud whir of her fans was accompanied by the feeling of hot air tickling his face.

His cock stood at full mast, drops of slippery precum rolled down it, joining the synthetic saliva Scootaloo had left behind. It wasn’t long before his arousal grew to be too much to bear and he broke the kiss.

Scootaloo whined as he tore his fingers from her honeypot.

“H-Hey! D-Don’t stop!” she said, fake drool dripping from her chin as she pulled as much air into her cooling system as possible. The half-lidded, yet rebellious gaze she gave him made Steven even hornier.

“Oh? I thought it was your job to take orders from me, not the other way around,” he teased, giving her a coy smile.

“Y-Yeah bu—” she was silenced by the fingers that had been stuffed deep in her love tunnel just moments before forcing their way into her mouth. She moaned gently, her eyes flicking closed as her soft tongue flicked at his sticky digits, gulping down her own fluids with a gloriously lewd ‘slurp’.

“Now, I think I still need some ‘distracting’ before I have to get off to my boring old office, don’t you agree?” he asked, drawing his fingers from Scootaloo’s mouth.

The fillybot nodded wordlessly, simply spreading her hooves as Steven lifted her up and shuffled back so that his back rested against the bedhead.

He spread his legs and plopped her down between them so that her muzzle pressed against his throbbing length, tickled by her tantalizing breath.

Scootaloo’s tongue slid out and touched the base, just above his balls. She looked him dead in the eye as she slowly dragged it all the way to his tip, drawing a shudder of arousal from her temporary own as she once again wrapped her lips around his tip.

He watched her small form begin bobbing up and down as she did before. But he wasn’t going to take it slow this time.

A still-wet hand gripped her mane and pushed her head down firmly. She quickly got the message, taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth. He groaned out, gritting his teeth to hold back his approaching orgasm as much as he could.

“F-Fuck… G-Good girl…” he moaned, he’d never seen her as a pet before, but the words just came naturally to his sex-drunk mind. The words seemed to make her happy, as she responded by increasing her pace, sliding him in and out of her muzzle with renewed vigour.

“You know… U-Us humans… We think that good girls should g-get rewards…” he panted as he used his other hand to slide a finger into her cunny, drawing a delightful squeak of pleasure from the filly.

He teased her cunt for a few seconds before drawing his finger out and sliding it up to her tight pucker. It felt wrong, but he knew it was more than clean as he pressed at the entrance, feeling little resistance as it parted around his appendage.

The new sensation distracted Scootaloo from her task as she left his cock in her mouth and grunted in response to his finger’s intrusion.

Something clicked in Steven, he didn’t want to hold back anything anymore, he wanted to be pleased, and Scootaloo needed to know it. He tightened his grip on her messy purple mane and pulled her up until only his tip remained resting on her tongue. With a rough grunt, he drove her head down, forcing her muzzle against his crotch as his shaft forced her throat to widen around it.

The little bot looked surprised but quickly adjusted to his newfound assertiveness. Her tongue flicked out around his cock, teasing his balls for a moment until he dragged her back up when it left a long trail of her spit on the base of his rod.

Steven sighed contently as he began to thrust in and out of Scootaloo’s maw, feeling her warmth engulf his manhood again and again. Eventually, he didn’t even need to guide her, she began to deepthroat his member all on her own.

Each thrust was accompanied by a moan of pleasure from Steven, as well as the quiet, satisfying slurp of Scootaloo’s mouth on his member. Every motion and sensation was electric, drawing Steven closer and closer to climax each time.

He throbbed and twitched inside her, staining her throat with precum which dribbled from her mouth as she continued sucking him off.

All of this resulted in an incredibly erotic scene, a small, innocent-looking filly enthusiastically facefucking herself with Steven’s member, her muzzle stained dark with both of their spit and a healthy spattering of glistening strands of precum.

Steven’s breathing grew shakier as he tried desperately to hold back his orgasm. He screwed his eyes shut, wanting to savour every moment he and Scootaloo had.

Alas, it quickly grew to be far too much for him to handle.

He instinctively moved both hands to Scootaloo’s head, taking her in his firm grip and ramming her down his shaft. A cute squeak emanated from the filly as his cock began to throb even harder, squirting long, thick strands of cum down her throat, a week’s worth of pent up sexual frustration being released with each of Steven’s dominant grunts of raw pleasure. Her tongue got to work flicking as close to his tip as she could manage while he was still buried in her throat, coaxing as much sperm from his spasming cock as she possibly could

It seemed that pon.io’s commitment to anatomically accurate robots extended right through their products’ design, as Scootaloo’s throat was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cum pouring into her muzzle. She sputtered around his cock as spunk dribbled from the sides of her mouth and dripped from his balls to the sheets below.

Steven’s grip quickly relaxed as he unloaded into her, his head rolling back as he basked in the waves of pleasure that rolled through his body. Without air to cool her, Scootaloo quickly heated up, causing her to automatically pull herself back until just the tip remained, letting her lazily gulp down each cumshot between breaths. She waited until Steven’s twitching slowed before letting his length slip from her mouth, only to be rewarded with a fresh wave of throbs as he painted her face with a healthy glaze of milky white fluid.

The energy left Steven’s body as the last few drops of cum rolled down his softening member. He rolled to the side limply, letting the little robot lean down and slurp down the mess she’d made of him.

“I… Haa… T-Taste that good, huh?” he panted.

“Mhm! I’ve never tasted cum before, it tastes awesome!”

Steven managed to summon some energy to sit up again and grabbed the little filly’s waist. He dragged her up the bed and sat her beside him before leaning in and planting his lips on hers. His tongue wormed its way into her mouth and was greeted by the bitter, salty taste of his own spunk. He didn’t mind.

“Mmm, I do taste pretty good, huh?” he asked, breaking the kiss and ruffling her mane.

Scootaloo grinned, still squirming atop him as the string of spit between the pair’s mouths snapped.

“Hm…” Steven hummed, “I wonder how you taste…” he trailed off. His hand slipped down to her rear and slid a finger into her still dripping slit.

Scootaloo’s eyes screwed shut cutely, squeaking at the sudden sensation. He pumped his finger in and out, pressing at her walls for a few moments while he made sure the digit was completely covered in her fluids.

He slipped it back out and quickly brought it back to his mouth. Wasting no time, he popped his finger into his mouth and licked it clean.

“Mmm…” he said. “I never did finish giving you your reward for being such a good little distraction, did I?” he teased, stroking her cheek lovingly.

Scootaloo shook her head no, still a little stunned by the sudden fingering she had just received.

“I know just the thing~,” he teased. There was one fantasy he had never explored before, and Scootaloo was just perfect for it.

He nudged Scootaloo off his torso and shuffled back down the bed until he lay face-up on the stained sheets.

The filly looked down at him curiously. “Now what?” she asked, not even trying to hide the excitement in her voice.

“Now, you sit.”

“Where?”

Steven chuckled and pointed to his face. Scootaloo understood immediately.

She awkwardly shuffled on the bed, turning away from him before stepping over his body with her dripping slit pointing straight at his face. She shuffled backwards, looking over her shoulder as she lined herself up with him.

Steven smirked as she finally got into position and began to lean back towards him. He reached up and grabbed her flank before firmly pulling her back onto his face. She squeaked as her flank smothered him, filling his vision with pastel orange as his tongue lapped at her cunny.

He felt her wink on his tongue, her instinct taking over as she began to grind herself on him. It wasn’t long before she was a writhing, squealing mess of pleasure, being pushed closer and closer to orgasm by his dexterous tongue.

Steven held nothing back once he began tounguefucking her silly while exploring every inch of her insides. She tasted bittersweet, yet addictive, soaking his mouth with the slippery lube she produced.

It wasn’t long before the feeling overwhelmed the inexperienced little fillybot. He felt her motions becoming more and more violent, jerking back hard against his tongue as her moans and squeals raised in pitch with each thrust.

Suddenly, a mighty, synthesized scream of raw orgasmic bliss filled the air. She tensed up on top of Steven, leaving him to continue sliding his firm tongue in and out of her rhythmically, giving her as much pleasure as he could.

A new, almost courser fluid joined the mix as her little clit winked against his lip. It squirted into his mouth in long spurts, a distinctly salty-sweet taste which he gulped down as quickly as Scootaloo gave it to him.

They stayed locked in that position for a good minute, even though Scootaloo’s orgasm began to fade, it took a little while before her body relaxed and she flopped onto the bed beside him.

The pair panted for air as Steven pulled her into a close hug. Her fans whirred even louder than he’d ever heard before.

“Th-That was awesome…” she said between ‘gasps’.

“H-Have you ever cum before?” Steven asked, prompting a quick shake of Scootaloo’s head.

“Well I’m glad I could be your first,” he continued, brushing a stray strand of her purple mane away so he could look into the glowing eyes he loved so much.

“C-Can we do it again? Pleeease?” she begged.

“I think we both need a moment to cool down, and I do have to go back to the office for a few hours,” he replied, smiling at her enthusiasm.

“Aww…”

“Sorry,” he said as he sat up and shuffled to the edge of the bed. His knees were still somewhat weak from his earth-shattering orgasm, so it took a few seconds to find his feet when he slipped off the bed.

Scootaloo huffed as she used her hooves to start cleaning her face of Steven’s cum.

Steven picked out some work-safe clothes from his case and headed for the shower. He quickly scrubbed himself down, feeling the sheen of sweat and other bodily fluids wash away with the warm water.

Standing there, it finally dawned on him what he’d just done. Despite all his moral being telling him it was wrong to fuck what was essentially a live-in advertisement, he still put up virtually no fight at all when she kissed him. His stomach twisted into knots as he realized that he didn’t even feel that bad about the fact that she was ‘underaged’.

He turned off the water and simply stood in place, letting the water drip off of him as he tried to convince himself that he hated what he’d done, but he just couldn’t bring himself to.

Stepping out of the tub, the question remained. Could she actually love him? Did she actually love him?

Scootaloo was still cleaning herself when he stepped out of the bathroom, clearly enjoying the process if her smile was anything to go by.

“Scoots, I…” Steven trailed off.

“What’s up?” she asked, looking up from her task.

Steven paused, “I’ll be a few hours, but I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?”

Scootaloo just nodded and went back to licking herself down.

He looked back across the room, taking in the scene they’d made. He saw the sheets tossed aside and bunched, the wet spots of indistinguishable fluids that soaked the mattress, and the filly glistening with spit and cum that sat atop the chaos. A strange sadness set in as he turned away and quietly slipped out of the room.