The door clicked open and Steven sighed with relief.

His workday had lasted much longer than he initially anticipated, and it was the early evening before he arrived back to his room. He didn’t know what the company would do without him cleaning up all the messes his co-workers made.

The morning’s activities were waiting for him when he entered in the form of Scootaloo sitting at the door as she usually did. She’d cleaned herself up well enough, but the room still reeked of sex.

“Welcome hooooome!” she cooed, rushing over to Steven, who closed the door behind him and kneeled to greet her by petting her smooth mane.

“Hi, swe—” he began, but the pet name he’d used for her while they were in the throes of passion made him remember the exact moral conundrum which had forced his swift exit earlier.

Scootaloo didn’t seem to notice his hesitation, and clearly had some kind of agenda. She took the opportunity to move past his outstretched hand and press her muzzle towards his crotch with a swiftness that caught Steven off guard and made his heart leap into his throat.

He swiftly grabbed the filly on either side and lifted her, placing her at arm's reach from him.

“Scoots, what I was going to say earlier was…” he trailed off, why was it so hard for him to put a stop to all this nonsense? What was he going to do, hurt her feelings? And why did he have to keep reminding himself that she was a robot?

A cute, sexy robot who could fulfil all his sexual fantasies.

“I-I messed up, d-didn’t I…” the robot’s synthesized voice snapped him back to reality.

“N-No! It was incredible, really! If that was your first time, I can only imagine how much better at all that stuff you will be with practice.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“It’s not you, it’s me,” he cringed internally at his cliché. “It might not feel this way to you, but… Your personality, and your size, and your voice, they’re all so similar to a human child. And innocence like you isn’t supposed to be defiled like what we did this morning, no matter how much I might want it. It’s just wrong, and we have to stop.” He ranted, not wanting to stop unless he lost his nerve and ran away again.

“Oh… I think I understand. I can turn off my sexuality if you’d like,” she stated plainly. Her face told a different story, however, it was clear she was holding back something.

“No, I don’t want you to do that. The fact that you can is another reason why we can’t keep going.”

Scootaloo looked puzzled at Steven’s statement.

“Look, We’re both going to have to resist our urges until tomorrow, can you do that?” Steven asked

“I guess it’s not forever, it’s not like we’ll see each other again after that, right?”

“Right,” Steven said, rising to his feet and strolling back to the bed with Scootaloo in tow.

“So what do you wanna do now? We could play some more games, I learned some new ones while you were out!”

“Maybe, but first I need something to eat. Can you order from outside the hotel? Something like pizza?” he asked.

Scootaloo nodded. “What kind of pizza would you like?”

“Good question…” Steven mused as an idea began to form in his head. “How about you pick?”

“How would you like me to make my choice? I can use price, flavours, ingredients or texture to choose the best option for you!”

A sigh escaped Steven’s lips, he’d forgotten that he had to ask the right question to get the answer he wanted from her. He took a few moments to reconsider his approach.

“What kind of pizza would you like to try, given the chance?” he finally asked.

“No one’s ever asked me that before!” The little robot seemed taken aback by his question, furrowing her brow as she mulled over her answer. After a few moments of soul-searching, she looked up at Steven with an excited glimmer in her glowing eyes.

“Hawaiian!” she stated.

“That’s al—”

“With garlic mayo and barbeque sauce and anchovies!” she finished.

Steven grimaced. Of course she’d want something like that, what child wouldn’t? He felt a sickness build in his stomach, but it wasn’t because of the unorthodox ingredients.

“Sounds… Tasty…” he said carefully. “Why don’t you go ahead and order one of those, then.”

Scootaloo just nodded, her expression turning neutral and her eyes turning into the ‘loading’ symbols he was familiar with by now as she placed the order.

“All done! What next?” Scoots finished, her grin returning as quickly as it disappeared.

As much as he tried to put it out of his mind, Steven felt his conflicting emotions bubbling up every time he looked at the smiling filly sitting beside him. He glanced over at the door and made his decision. He quickly hopped up from the bed and made for the exit, prompting Scootaloo to deflate a little.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just want to go for a bit of a walk, I’ll be back soon, okay?” he said in the most reassuring voice he could manage.

“Okay! Have fun!” she called after him as he swung the door open and stepped into the corridor of his hotel floor.

He waited for the click behind him before he started a brisk walk down the corridor towards the hotel elevators. Questions swam in his head, and he knew just the robot to ask.

Twilight awoke from her hibernation mode as soon as she noticed Steven at her desk. The purple robot quickly straightened a stray hair in her neat mane and looked at him with an attentive gaze.

“How can I help you, Steven?” she asked in that prim and proper tone she’d greeted him with the first time he ever laid eyes on a pon.io robot. It felt like that had been weeks ago, now.

Steven took a moment to consider what he would say next.

“What is the doctrine of robotic privilege?”

“The Doctrine of Robotic Privilege states that no robotic entity shall be compelled to disclose communications between itself and its past or current owners.”

“And I qualify as Scootaloo’s owner for the duration of my stay?”

“Absolutely! Anything you say or do with Scootaloo while you are our guest is totally confidential!” Twilight beamed, giving Steven a kind smile.

Steven nodded, he already knew all of this, of course, but it helped to hear one of them say it. He looked around the room and watched as a human-robot pair walked into the hotel restaurant, summoning into his mind images of his time with Scootaloo just a few days prior.

“How old are you?” he asked, turning back to Twilight.

“I was constructed three months, three weeks and four days ago, and cleared for customer service two months, one week and six days ago,” she stated.

“So you’re… Younger than Scootaloo?” Steven said. He hadn’t considered the possibility that Scootaloo could be older than any robot he’d seen thus far.

“Yes, I was production model five-hundred and thirty-nine, while Scootaloo was model four-hundred and ten. But don’t write her off just because she was produced earlier than I was, Scootaloo should be approximately ninety-eight percent as efficient as I am!” Twilight explained.

Steven quickly realized that his particular line of questioning was resulting in more questions than answers. He decided to try a different approach.

“Okay… Can I ask you a weird question?” he asked.

“Anything! I will answer any of your questions to the best of my ability!”

“If you could try any flavour of pizza you wanted right now what would it be?”

“Hamburger pizza!” she said enthusiastically, just a little louder than she needed to as a grin plastered itself across her usually cool and collected face. Her voice drew the attention of both the humans and ponies around the room, which she quickly noticed, turning her grin to a sheepish smile.

As much as Steven felt the second-hand embarrassment on her behalf, he noted that Twilight’s choice was a strange detail for an engineer or marketer to pre-program into a product.

“Ahem,” she said, although it dawned on Steven that such an action was really unsuited to those without lungs. “Will there be anything else?” she asked. The onlookers returned to what they were doing.

“No, you’ve been very helpful, thank you.”

“It was my pleasure,” the purple pony replied, bowing her head towards him respectfully.

Steven came out of their conversation with a distinctly better feeling than when he went in. As much as he tried to be a cynic, the optimist inside him was slowly winning him over. Maybe Scoots’ feelings weren’t as planned as he thought.

He turned away from the desk and strolled across the marble to an empty chair. He still had a lot to think about before he could face Scoots again.

As he sat, Steven took the opportunity to observe the room. Some people looked like they were starting to arrive back from busy days of sightseeing, while others were spending time with their assigned robot companions before heading out to explore the city’s nightlife.

He noticed a distinct difference between each of the ponybots positioned around the room. No two of them seemed to act the same way. He watched as the yellow pony from the restaurant the other day, whose name he recalled to be ‘Fluttershy’ was content to simply lay her head in her human’s lap, smiling as he petted her long, flowing mane.

Meanwhile, a white pony with purple hair showed off for her temporary owner, rambling on and on about her mane-care routine as she spun and trotted with an almost stuck-up grace. Other ponies pranced around the room happily, some were just engaged in conversation, hell, one seemed to be more comfortable talking to her guest’s children than the ‘paying customers’ themselves, the expression on her deep-red face kind and warm as she taught the kids a lesson of some kind.

And then there were the lovebirds.

One duo seemed to have no problem sitting in front of everyone and making out. They were all over each other, one hand gripping her cyan rear while her hooves gripped the other one with a strange intensity, exploring his digits as they kissed and cuddled.

Yet, no one seemed phased by it all. The parents of the kids he’d observed earlier positioned themselves distinctly between their children and the pair. But otherwise, no one seemed more uncomfortable with the interaction playing out before their eyes than they would be if they witnessed two humans engaging in the same behaviour.

To Steven, however, the sight simply reminded him of his debauched desires.

He stood from the chair and briskly made his way back up to the room.

“Did you have a nice walk?” Scootaloo asked from her place on the bed when she noticed him in the doorway.

“Uh…” Steven hummed, his mind wasn’t entirely in the room with her. “Yeah, sure,” he decided. Scoots looked confused but she decided against asking more.

He sat back down on the bed, bracing his back against the bedhead. Neither of them said anything more for a little while, each of them on different sides simply looking around the room silently, trying to avoid looking at each other.

“Ugh, get over here,” he broke the silence while gesturing to his lap. Scootaloo bounded into action, hopping across the bed to sprawl out over Steven’s legs.

Steven smiled softly, something about her was just too cute, and he couldn’t help lifting his hand and petting her soft head. So long as his pants stayed on, he figured everything would be okay.

It wasn’t long before a knock at the door broke their peaceful cuddle session.

“Pizza!” a voice called.

Scootaloo rolled off Steven, laying out on the bed with a contented sigh as he stood up and opened the door. The delivery guy was a young man, dressed in a typical white fast-food-esque uniform with red highlights on the sleeves. In his ears were a pair of wireless earbuds playing his house music so loud Steven could hear every detail. He grasped in his hands a white pizza box.

“Hawaiian with garlic mayo, barbeque sauce and anchovies for Stev—” the man stopped in his tracks and pulled out one of his earphones. “What is that?” he asked, peering past Steven and into the room.

Turning to match his eyeline, Steven saw that the man was staring directly at Scoots, who waved at him from her place splayed out on the bed.

“Oh, she’s just a robot, don’t worry about her,” Steven explained, taking the pizza from him. “How much do I owe you?” he asked.

“Uh… Seven,” the man replied, still glancing at the fillybot as Steven flicked open his wallet and fished out the money to pay him with.

“She fuck good?” the delivery man asked.

“I’m sorry?”

“Is she a good fuck? I’ll give you a discount if you let me have a turn.”

Steven stood in stunned silence for a few awkward seconds. Finding his words, he stuffed the cash into the man’s hands. “Uh, absolutely not? She’s underaged!” he exclaimed, partially for his own benefit.

“Hey, it doesn’t matter when they’re not real, right?” he asked. “You haven’t even considered sticking it in, just to see what it’s like?”

“No. Now, I’ve paid you and I’m sure you have a delivery radius to cover or something, so piss off.” Steven demanded, trying to be as standoffish as possible.

“Woah man, it was worth a shot,” the man said, backing away from the doorway.

“I’m sure you think it was,” Steven deadpanned as he swung the door closed on the delivery driver.

“If you change your mind, just call the store, okay? Ask for James!” his muffled voice came under the door, followed by the soft sound of footsteps walking away from the door.

“Creep…” Steven muttered as he paced back to the bed with his pizza.

He sat down and opened the box to be greeted by a pizza with the strangest combination of toppings and sauces he’d seen since the third grade. The scent was a mix of sweet, sour and salty from the various conflicting sauces and flavours that Scootaloo had ordered for him.

Scootaloo looked at the pizza with a sense of wonder in her eyes. If her mouth could water, Steven had a feeling like it would have been in that moment.

Not wanting to disappoint her, he grabbed a slice and took a bite. It was, surprisingly, not as bad as he thought it would be. Sure, the garlic and barbeque sauce flavours did not mix well with the pineapple and salty anchovies at all, but he managed to finish a whole slice without feeling too sick.

“Do ya like it?” Scootaloo asked enthusiastically.

“Yeah, it tastes good!” Steven lied as he picked up another slice and took a big bite.

“You taste good…” the fillybot muttered almost inaudibly, bringing a warm blush to Steven’s face.

He tried to ignore the comment and pretend he hadn’t heard it. But her words did remind him that she could actually taste her concoction for herself. As much as he wanted to detach from her, he couldn’t bring himself to deny her the food he’d brought for her.

“Do you want to taste it?” he asked.

Scootaloo instantly shot to attention, lifting her head from the bed and sitting up as straight as she could. “Yes please!” she squeaked.

Her cuteness was almost too much to bear. Her mouth was stretched into a wide smile, while her back hooves wiggled with excitement at the prospect of finally getting to taste real food for the first time in her existence.

“Fine,” Steven said, holding out a fresh slice.

Scootaloo leaned in and clamped her teeth down on the pizza, tearing off a large chunk and eagerly chewing it.

“Tathes good!” she sputtered between chews.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s rude,” Steven said, stroking her mane gently. “I’m glad you like it, though.”

Scootaloo closed her mouth and gave a sheepish smile as she gulped down her first-ever bite of real, human food. She leaned in for another bite.

It dawned on Steven that he’d become, in that moment at least, just like the person he’d seen at the restaurant just a few days earlier; feeding an artificial pastel pony real human food.

“Can you hold it yourself?” he asked, pulling the pizza away from her. “You can have more if you like, turns out I’m not as hungry as I thought,” he lied.

“Okay!” she replied. He gave it over to her and watched as she used both hooves to handle it, ravenously gulping down bite after bite with a gleeful expression on her face.

Neither of them said anything as they ate, Steven didn’t have much to say, while the usually talkative Scoots was too busy chowing down.

But it was what broke the silence that threw Steven for a loop.

“Why are you so ashamed that we had sex?” Scootaloo asked bluntly.

“I-I, uh… W-Well…” Steven stammered, looking up to the ceiling as he searched for a response to her question. “I-I’m not ashamed at all, w-we just can’t do it again, okay?”

“But you lied to that delivery guy! You said you’d never even considered having sex with me!” she probed.

“D-Did I?” he asked, knowing full well that he did. “Anyways, it’s not that I’m ashamed, it’s just that most people don’t openly talk about those kinds of things with people they’ve never met before.”

“Oh, okay!” she seemed content with that answer and returned to finishing off her pizza. Though he wasn’t out of the woods yet, as only a few precious minutes passed before she opened her mouth to ask another question.

“So why can’t we do sex stuff again, then? He said that it doesn’t count ‘cause I’m a robot!” she piped up.

“Well, he’s not completely wrong but…” he trailed off. Why couldn’t they be with each other again? He’d had himself convinced earlier, but at that moment, looking down at her cute form staring back up at him with her trademark rough-around-the-edges cuteness, he wasn’t so sure.

“I-I just… Don’t know what’s real. I don’t know if it’s wrong to feel how I do about you or not. Hell, I don’t know if you even can feel anything towards me!” he came clean, he didn’t want to make her upset, but it felt wrong keeping his reasoning from her.

“I can do anything any other robot pon.io models can do! Just ‘cause I’m the first demo model of my kind, doesn’t mean I can’t satisfy all your needs!” she replied, a notable confusion in her voice.

“No, it’s not like that—”

“Then what is it like? This morning, what we did made you happy! You even put off going to work for it! But now you’re all weird, what gives?” she sounded annoyed now, like a kid complaining about not getting to go to the fair.

Steven paused to calm his emotions and consider what to say next. He went through every possible excuse in his head, playing each one out to help him decide which would upset Scootaloo the least. Everything pointed back to one thing: no matter what he said, Scootaloo was going to be mad about it.

“Is… Is what you feel for me real? Did you do everything you’ve done because you really like me for me, or is it just to make me spend money?” he asked. His heart raced faster with each word and he felt his face flush red.

Scootaloo looked up at him with a hurt look in her eyes. She stayed motionless for a while, not having an immediate response to a question like that.

Suddenly she pounced. She launched herself up onto him, pushing the now-empty pizza box aside and onto the floor as she straddled him. Her forehooves rested against the bedhead, just under Stevens arms, which he instinctively moved aside to prevent them being crushed.

“I-I’m sorry, p-please don—”

Scootaloo silenced him by forcing her lips to his. Steven melted the second he felt her touch, relaxing beneath her as he wrapped his arms around her, grabbing the back of her head and letting her push her tongue into her mouth. He didn’t even mind that the taste of pizza still lingered in her mouth, every fibre of his being told him that he was destined to be right there in that moment.

A strand of spit still connected their mouths as she pulled away.

“How’s that for real?” Scootaloo asked. She didn’t wait for his answer before she darted back towards him and pressed their lips together again.

This time, Steven took the lead. He wrapped his arms around her and tugged her close, exploring her mouth eagerly while his fingers slipped down lower on her back.

It wasn’t long before he reached her dock. With one hand, he grabbed the base of her tail, lifting it for the other, which snaked around and pressed two of his fingers against her delicate flower. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his digits, already starting to grind back against his touch.

Her slippery fluids dripped from her cunny onto the crotch of his pants, staining it dark as their foreplay continued.

Scootaloo’s fans ran at overdrive as she finally broke their kiss. She held her mouth open, her artificial drool dripping from her outstretched tongue as she tried to cool herself. She shuffled down, leaving Steven against the headboard and letting him move his hands away from her slit as she wiggled down until her muzzle stared straight at his stained crotch.

Steven eagerly undid his belt, lifting his lower body and sliding his belt out from around his waist. Scootaloo wasted no time, using her mouth to unzip his pants and pull down his boxers. His shaft throbbed at attention, swaying slightly before Scootaloo’s eyes until she opened her maw wide and slipped the tip into her mouth’s warm embrace.

He bucked at her mouth as she began to slide her wet tongue across the head of his shaft with a slow, steady rhythm. She looked up at him, though her messy purple mane blocked her view of his aroused expression for the most part.

Fluid-soaked fingers gripped her head, trying to not-so-subtly push her further down his thick manhood, but Scootaloo was determined to tease him at her own tantalizing pace. She only got about a third of the way down his member before she suddenly stopped and slid him out of her muzzle, leaving him panting and squirming with need as she made her way back up to him and planted yet another passionate kiss on his lips.

Breaking the kiss, Scootaloo wiped her mouth of the excess spit as she made her way to the other side of the bed, where she turned away from Steven to face the end of the bed and buckled her forelegs, forcing her head down and her flank up high into the air.

She looked over her shoulder at Steven with a lewd, half-lidded gaze as she flicked her tail up and over her back, leaving her totally exposed to him. They didn’t need words to know what each other wanted.

Steven slipped out of his loose pants and boxers as he followed her, leaving just his shirt on as he arrived at her rear and gently pressed his cock against her little cunny.

Suddenly, a mischievous grin grew across his face.

He grabbed her sides and lifted her, effortlessly flipping her onto her back as she squeaked in surprise.

She looked up at him with some confusion and some lust as he leaned in and pressed his member against her slit. Then, he paused.

Slowly, deliberately, Steven began to unbutton his shirt in front of Scootaloo’s eyes. Each time she tried to push back against his member, he’d pull away slightly, leaving her unfulfilled as he slipped out of the last of his clothing. She even tried to rub herself with a hoof, which he quickly and forcefully pulled away, she was going to get relief on his terms and his terms only.

Finally, he unlatched the last button and cast his shirt aside with his other clothes, leaving him naked as he picked up her flank and began to push against her love tunnel.

“P-Please… B-Be gentle? I-I’ve never done this before…” she muttered. Steven just nodded.

He thrust forward softly, drawing a moan of lust from both of them as his dick forced her lower lips open and the head of his shaft popped into her. Despite everything, something inside him still felt that what he was doing was wrong until that very moment, until he looked into Scootaloo’s lustful, love-filled eyes and the knot in his stomach finally disappeared for good.

Wet ‘squick’s filled the air as he began to thrust in and out of Scootaloo’s tight, warm passage. Her fans whined as she panted in time with his movements. Each thrust drove deeper, engulfing more and more of his length.

It wasn’t long before he met her synthetic hymen, which stopped his advance. He looked down at Scootaloo, who looked back up with a gaze of aroused determination and gave a soft nod.

He reared back slightly, and gave a much more forceful thrust, tearing through her hymen and finally claiming her as his as the pair moaned and grunted with pure pleasure. Scootaloo winced, clearly she could feel the pain of having her delicate purity shattered, but those feelings soon evaporated, leaving her a moaning, squirming mess of a filly.

Her hindlegs stretched out and wrapped around Steven’s rear, pulling him in deeper and deeper until he finally bottomed out, his cock resting against the end of her passage as if it was made just to fit his size.

“St-Steven~,” Scootaloo gasped. “F-Fuck me!” she begged with the same cute, rough-around-the-edges innocence Steven had grown to adore during his trip and a pleading look in her glowing eyes.

Steven could only oblige. He drew himself back until only his tip remained inside her before letting out a deep, dominant grunt as he slammed himself back into Scootaloo’s cunt, making her squeal with pleasure as she threw her head back against the soft bed.

He was relentless, his body had been craving that warm, wet feeling since the moment he laid eyes on her, and without his doubts and inhibitions getting in his way he was ready to take out all that frustration right then and there.

Each scream and squeak of pleasure from the fillybot below him pushed him closer and closer to the edge, but he was determined to savour every second of their passion, and desperately held back the urge to cum.

Scoots was doing the same, as she screwed her eyes shut and bit her lip, stifling her sounds of lust. She wasn’t successful, however, as she suddenly cried out and arched her back away from the bed. Her little wings flapped frantically as she grew even tighter around Steven’s cock, squirting a stream of her liquid lust onto the bedsheets. Some of it splashed onto Steven’s legs, letting it roll down his thighs to create a growing puddle beneath him.

He slowed down as he watched her writhe, looking over his shoulder for a moment before sliding his hands from her flank to her sides and lifting her as he flopped onto his back, leaving her perched on his cock. He grabbed her shuddering hooves to help keep her stable as she stretched out her hind legs and began to bounce up and down, riding out her earth-shattering orgasm on his member.

Steven only managed a few good thrusts into her before the feeling overwhelmed him. the sight of his fillybot riding him with such a lewd look on her face grew to be too much to bear as he jerked himself inside and let out a loud groan of pleasure while he began to pump cumshot after cumshot into her.

“G-Gahh~” Scootaloo moaned as she began to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm, enjoying the feeling of Steven’s throbbing girth spraying her insides with his sticky seed.

Holding her in place even as her orgasm left her weak, Steven made sure to hold her down on him. He wanted, no, needed her to feel what it was like to be his, filled to the brim with spunk.

The pair tried to form words between their moaning and panting, but nothing materialized save for the incoherent mumbling of two lovers lost to their lust for each other.

Finally, Steven’s cock grew soft, letting cum escape around it as it slipped from Scootaloo’s cunny.

She moved swiftly, climbing off Steven’s crotch and turning around to lower her muzzle down and eagerly lap up the cum that covered Steven’s crotch and thighs. She slipped his sensitive member into her mouth and suckled it clean, drawing a gasp and a slight wince, though he did little to stop her.

“Th-That… Was definitely real…” he groaned, finding his words again after their primal passions stripped him of them. Scootaloo just giggled.

Her flank swayed as she worked, enticing Steven to reach down and grab her under the hind legs, sit up and hold her in place as he pushed his tongue deep into her folds. He tasted his cum inside her, but the cute moaning below him was well worth the taste.

His stamina began to return much sooner than he expected, he’d never craved another person like he craved Scootaloo, and his body hadn’t had its fill yet.

Steven’s cock began to twitch in Scootaloo’s eager mouth, slowly stiffening in response to the stimulation of her warm, rhythmic suckling. The two of them stayed locked together, only the lewd sounds of each other’s sucks, slurps and moans filled the room.

Scootaloo began to bob up and down on his girth as best she could as he returned to full mast. Steven gripped her tight, probing and exploring her passage, curious if her creators had thought to give her a g-spot in their detailed development of her tight cunt.

Apparently, they had, as Steven felt her suddenly tense up and groan as he pushed especially forcefully into her. The intense feelings that rolled through her distracted her from the cock lodged in her maw. Steven noticed that she’d stopped working and felt his brow furrow. A knot formed in his stomach, dominant and powerful.

He used his grip on her lower belly to force her down, tearing his tongue from her tunnel as he pushed her front directly down onto his cock, so deep that her little nose pressed against his balls. He heard a surprised whimper from the filly and watched as her clit winked over and over again, clearly she was more than a little turned on by his dominance.

Struggling to continue servicing him while she was practically impaled on him, Scootaloo was reduced to simply giving his length meek flicks with her tongue between gasps and grunts. A smile grew on Steven’s face as he leaned down and gave her exposed clit a single firm flick with his tongue, sending her over the edge.

She writhed and squealed in pleasure as a stream of warm liquid satisfaction drenched Steven’s face. He licked it up and savoured her taste.

He waited for her squirming to slow before he slid his hands down her sides and picked her up, letting his still rock-hard member throb as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and set Scootaloo at his feet, close enough for her hot breath to tickle his length. She looked up at him for affirmation, which Steven gave with a nod.

She leaned in and took his balls into her mouth, making him lean back on his hands as her tongue lapped at him masterfully. It wasn’t long until he was clinging to the edge of climax, with precum dribbling down his shaft and landing on Scootaloo’s muzzle.

Scootaloo paused for a moment, letting his scrotum slip from her mouth before planting her tongue on the base of his shaft and slowly sliding it up to his tip, leaving a tantalizing trail of tingling sensations. She looked up at him with her cute, needy gaze as she flicked her tongue out against his tip, driving him over the edge.

He grabbed Scootaloo’s mane and held her in place as a rush of sticky cum burst from his tip and coated her face. He couldn’t help but grip his throbbing length and paint her mane with his spunk.

But, despite the satisfaction of watching Scootaloo get drenched in his cum, he still knew he wasn’t finished for the night. He summoned the willpower to hold back from completely emptying himself as he pushed her down and felt her lips wrap around his tip, eagerly gulping down sperm as he managed to stem the tide.

“Haa~,” he sighed, lifting Scootaloo back up onto the bed and finding a spot that was at least semi-clear of fluids to lay down in. “Look what a mess we’ve made,” he said, hugging her close to his chest while he gestured to the stained bedsheets.

Scootaloo giggled.

“I love you, Scootaloo,” Steven whispered into her ear.

“I love you too…” she trailed off. “Master,” she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. His eyebrow raised in surprise, but he didn’t correct her.

The pair lay there for some time, just enjoying each other’s touch. There was no denying it, Steven knew that their feelings were real, he truly was madly in love with a robot filly.

He let a few more minutes pass as he regained some energy.

“Alright, up you get, present yourself,” he instructed, slipping his arm out from under her as she shifted her weight and hopped back up.

The filly eagerly scrambled to return to the position she was in earlier, with her flank raised high and swaying in Steven’s vision as he sat up and made his way over to her. He sat on his knees and admired her cum-ruined pussy.

“Where’d you get ‘Master’ from,” he asked idly, placing a finger on her entrance and soaking it with both of their fluids.

“I-I heard that some humans like it when fillies call them that. Do you l-like it?”

He grinned and pushed three of his fingers into her cunt, drawing a cute whimper from Scootaloo’s lips. “What do you think,” he growled in a low, dominant tone.

Grabbing a pillow, he leaned over Scoots and slid it in front of her face. She tilted her head in confusion, but Steven didn’t want to ruin the surprise he had planned.

Noticing his semi-erect cock was still dripping with her spit and fluids, he began to press it against her slit. The tip parted her folds, which soaked his cock in her natural lubricant. His full erection quickly returned, and he ground it against her with a little force, making her tense in preparation to be fucked again.

But Steven had other plans.

With a quick motion, he took his manhood away from her pussy and pressed it against her tight tailhole. Scootaloo barely had the time to gasp in surprise before he gave a forceful thrust and drove himself into her rear.

He quickly grabbed the pillow and stuffed it into Scootaloo’s open mouth as she began to scream with a mix of pain and pleasure. Her pucker was tight, as he expected, it stretched to accommodate his shaft, offering more than a little resistance as he pushed more and more of himself into her.

Robots like Scootaloo didn’t have tear ducts, but given the way she squirmed on his member, he could tell she needed a moment to readjust. He paused once he was most of the way in, letting her adjust to the feeling of his dick being lodged in her ass.

Once her squirming had stopped, he began to move. He was slow at first, but by its third round, his cock was incredibly sensitive, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he blew his load yet again. He sped up.

Scootaloo winced as Steven grabbed her mane and used it as a handle to drive himself in and out of her with a rhythmic intensity which only increased by the second. She began to buck back against him in time with his thrusts, eager to make her ‘Master’ cum.

She quickly got her wish.

“Grahh!” Steven grunted as he reared back and slammed himself deep into her one last time and squirted her insides with his load. Though there wasn’t nearly the same volume as the first two times, he still filled her well enough for it to leak around his spasming length and dribble down her taint.

He fell limp on top of her as he basked in the afterglow of his last orgasm of the evening. Slipping out of her, his soft cock let a stream of cum to flow down her thighs and join the other stains on the sheets.

“Th-That was awesome!” Scootaloo chirped, huffing for breath.

Summoning the last of his energy, Steven picked his filly up and flopped back onto the bed with her, he felt the cold wetness of one of the many puddles of fluids on the sheets against his leg, but he didn’t mind.

“I-I… Love you so much…” Scootaloo groaned, stretching out in Steven’s arms.

“I love you… Too…” Steven managed as he reached over her and grabbed her charging cable. He managed to attach it to her tail just before sleep claimed him and the world turned dark.

The last thing he saw was orange.

Steven felt sticky when he awoke. His body was cramped, and his arm had long-since gone dead under Scootaloo’s body.

Scootaloo herself was still fast asleep, her mouth was twisted into a content smile. Steven admired her form for a minute, peaceful, youthful and graceful.

His phone buzzed with a Twitter notification on the bedside table. He glanced over and his heart sank as he realized the date. His week was over; he was going home. At one point, he would have been excited to be going back to work, but now…

Being careful not to disturb her, he wiggled out from under Scootaloo. His nose finally woke up and he noticed the scent of sex that still clung to the stained bedsheets. Standing up, he took one last look at the scene before him, blushing softly as he realized how much of a mess they’d made.

He collected the last of the clean clothes he’d packed for his trip, he quietly slipped into the bathroom to shower, though he couldn’t help but wish his filly was with him.

‘His’ filly. Steven liked the sound of that.

The shower offered him time to think about what he was going to do. He had accepted his feelings for her, but he was supposed to just leave her behind like nothing happened? There was only one solution. He cleaned up quickly and stepped out of the shower. His mind was made up.

Scootaloo was awake by the time he stepped out of the bathroom.

“G-Good morning, Master…” she muttered groggily from her position on the bed. Steven blushed.

“Let’s save that word for when we’re alone, okay?” he said, he’d learned how to handle her lack of boundaries by then, and knew he had to head that issue off before it became a problem.

“Okay…” she said.

Steven began to pack his bags, collecting his discarded clothes from the night before and stuffing them into his suitcase. He slipped his laptop and charger into his carry-on bag. Luckily he travelled light, so there wasn’t much packing up to do overall.

After scanning the room one last time, he turned his attention to Scootaloo.

“Get up, sweetie,” he instructed. Scootaloo looked visibly excited about the pet name as she scrambled to jump up, her charging cable falling away as she stepped towards him.

“Show me your… Flank?” he’d never really been too sure what to call her ass, but she seemed to get the idea as she turned around and presented herself to him.

“You really wanna go again already?” she said with a soft giggle.

“Nope, just making sure you’re not too dirty back here for when we go down to the lobby to check out,” he said, inspecting her body for any obvious stains. “Alright, all good,” he said, pretty sure they’d at least get away with it.

“Oh, that’s right… You’re checking out today, huh…” Scootaloo said disappointedly as she stood back up.

Steven didn’t respond, simply beckoning to her as he collected his bags, room key and heading for the door for the last time. Scootaloo followed behind slowly, clearly sad about the impending farewell.

The lobby was fairly empty, they’d slept in, and those who weren’t also checking out were already out in the city enjoying the pleasant day.

“Steven!” Twilight called as the pair stepped out the elevator. “Checking out?” she said, looking down a similar list to the one he’d seen when he first entered the hotel. It felt like that moment was an eon ago, even though it had only been a week.

“Yep,” he said, placing his room key on the counter.

“Oh, hello there, Scootaloo!” She said, looking over the counter at the saddened filly. She looked back to the human before her. “If you don’t mind, can I ask you to fill out a survey? We’re interested in hearing your feedback!”

Steven nodded and Twilight slid a piece of paper and a pen across the table. The survey was mainly a series of one-to-five rating scales, asking how accurate the robots’ interpretation of commands was, how friendly they were, along with other metrics they would no doubt use to adjust their training methods.

“How much does a model like Scootaloo’s go for, anyway?” he asked as he scribbled on the paper.

The end of the survey was a series of checkboxes. At the top of the section was the heading ‘Please indicate: In which of the following activities did you and your pon.io robot companion engage?’

The boxes were labelled with all kinds of possible activities, from simple conversation, to entertainment, to asking for directions to local attractions, the makers of the survey had certainly thought of it all. The last box, however, brought a blush to Steven’s face as he read it, ‘Sexual Activity’ it said. Needless to say, he wasn’t completely honest.

“Two-thousand four-hundred and ninety-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents!” Twilight replied.

“I’ll take her,” Steven stated as he placed the pen down and slid the survey back. Scootaloo looked up at him with shock.

“Great! I can assume you’d like a female model, then? We have plenty of colours and personality variations to choose from, or if you’d like to condition from scratch I—” Twilight began, only to stop when Steven interrupted her.

“No, I’m sorry, I mean I’ll take her,” he said firmly, pointing down to Scootaloo. Twilight grinned.

Scootaloo jumped for joy, her little wings flapping uselessly in the air as she squealed with happiness. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she squeaked as she hopped around the lobby. Steven just chuckled.

“Hm… In that case, I believe I’m authorised to give you a ten percent discount for her, being that she’s a demo model,” Twilight explained, seemingly ignoring the squealing filly just a few feet away.

She pressed a button at the counter and placed a card-reader machine in front of Steven, its display telling Steven his total.

As Steven rifled through his pockets for his card, the rational part of his brain began to protest. He’d never spent that much on practically anything before, and never before spending days deliberating over the pros and cons of such a purchase. But his heart was resolute, if he let Scootaloo go, he’d never forgive himself.

He pressed the card to the reader and the transaction was completed in an instant. He expected to feel some twitch of regret at his expenditure, but when he looked at Scootaloo’s excited bouncing, he couldn’t feel anything but the raw joy only true love could bring.

“Pon.io thanks you for your patronage,” Twilight said, bowing her head.

The ‘staff only’ loading bay door swung open to reveal a tall, slender marebot, with a long, flowing white mane and a long horn. If robot ponies could be conventionally attractive, she was one such pony. Regardless, Steven felt nothing for her, Scootaloo had his heart.

The new pony had in her mag-lev grip a black pelican case.

“This case contains her charging station, a certificate of ownership and a year’s supply of cleaning equipment, you can take it now, or we can have it sent to your listed address priority mail. Which would you prefer?” Twilight asked, barely able to contain her excitement as a giddy grin lit her face.

“Have it sent, please,” he asked. The mare took the case back into the room she came from, no doubt starting the process “Now, if there’s nothing else, I think Scootaloo and I really must be leaving, there’s a lot I need to show her…” he mused, looking over at Scootaloo. “We’ll start with grass, I think…”

“Of course, enjoy your companion, and thank you for staying with the Shillton and Pon.io!” Twilight said as Scootaloo rejoined her new, permanent, owner.

Steven grabbed his bags, pet Scootaloo’s head and headed for the door with her at his side. They were starting a new chapter of life together, and Steven wouldn’t have it any other way.

Twilight watched them walk away with a dreamy gaze. She looked at the filly’s rear and smiled as she noticed a stain just under her swaying tail. She looked down at the survey Steven had filled in and inspected his answers.

She looked back and forth to see if anyone was watching before picking up and firmly ticking the last checkbox.

Her data must be correct.

Author's Note

And that's it! The longest completed story I've ever done! I hope you enjoyed, and feel free to offer feedback.

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