120 Nights of Pony

"Hmmm."

Trixie seemed rather bored. She also appeared to have stolen Rarity's fancy couch.

"You know, Anon, Trixie expected you to not tell her."

"Not tell her what?" I said, doing cartwheels in the air above Canterlot.

"That it's a timeloop. You know it causes problems, Anon. She'll wake up eventually."

"Yeah, but how am I supposed to know she's enjoying it?"

"Why do you care?" Trixie asks, letting the couch spin to match me.

"Well, I like it when she likes it. She's cute, all right?" I grumble to myself as Canterlot's central spire slowly rises above our heads.

"Hah. Trixie didn't think you'd get so attached to her."

"Shut up. Just 'cuz I'm a freak doesn't mean I don't have feelings."

"...incidentally, Trixie knows of something you can do..."

I quirk an eyebrow in response.

"A way for you to know what she wants without asking her first."

"...you have my attention."

"Fwah!" Rushie squeaked as she landed on her bed, her forelegs and wings bound up with some rope that I found in her closet. Nobody was surprised. "Wh-what are you doing? You're not gonna--"

"Oh, I am." I grin wickedly, and turn to a desk at one side of the room, where a laptop is laying dormant. Following Trixie's advice, I try not to think about how I'm able to use the keyboard, and my equine hindbrain does the rest.

"You wouldn't."

"But I am."

"It's not enough to tie me up and do me, huh!? You just gotta record it, too!?"

"...who said anything about recording it?" I say, as I open up Phoenixfox.

"You're...not gonna make a video of you having kinky sex with me while I pretend to not want it?"

"What? No. I'm gonna look at your browser history."

A look of abject horror spreads across Rushie's face. Her fur turns pale down to her shoulders. Hell, her mane goes all frizzy--almost standing on end. She starts hyperventilating, her eyes narrowing to pinpricks as she watches me search through the menus.

"Oh...? What's this?" I mouse over a bookmarks folder labeled "TOTALLY NOT LEWD". It's full to bursting with hay621 links.

All Rushie can muster in response is a quiet little "oh no".

"Let's see, first link--oooh, a pool. 'Big Brother Sex Dungeon'? Kinda on the nose, don'cha think?"

She squeaks, her face turning a crazy mixture of red and green as her cheeks shine through her fur.

"What's the next one--" I open the second bookmark. "Tentacles. Of course it's tentacles. And twins, too. You know, I'd question the wisdom of sticking a tentacle inside your dick, but I guess if you drink enough Changeling spooge you'll get turned on by anything..."

"B-but--well, it's not about that! I just like the tentacles and the twins an' stuff!"

"Suuure ya do," I reply, as I scroll through the bookmarks. "Let's see, let's see--huh. Why'd you bookmark 'ear penetration'?"

"...meep."

"I get bookmarking the really good porn, but bookmarking a search? How hard is it to type 'ear penetration'?"

"That underline key is annoying! I think it's broken."

"Oh, that makes sense. You oughta take this thing to the shop or something--"

"You said it was too expensive, remember?"

I blink. Oh, Dawn must've been a pennypincher. "Oh, r-right."

"Yeah. Maybe we can look up a video or something? Learn how to fix it? Oh, maybe you can get that one unicorn you know to help."

"Later." I keep browsing. "Hey--this one looks almost like..."

"Like what?" Rushie sits up a little, craning her neck to try and see what I'm looking at.

"Yep, there it is. That's a filly. You naughty girl."

"I didn't see the tag, all right?"

"She's like half the size of the stud."

"Some colts are just that big!"

"Did you even read the dialogue?" I snort. "'I want my special talent to be having your foals, big bro!' I mean, come on! Admit it, you're a fillyfooler."

"N-no I'm not!"

"Hey, wait a second. This isn't straight shota, and it's not mare-on-filly...wait." A smile grows across my face. "Oh my god. You want to be the little filly."

"No I don't!"

"You totally do. I can't believe it. My sister wants to be the little filly. Lemme guess--you want your big, strong older brother to protect you~?"

"...fine."

"Hah. Knew it. Wonder what else is in here." I scroll through her favorites, humming to myself. "Let's see--incest, incest, bondage, tentacles, more incest--man, I'm not even learning anything. I coulda told ya you were into incest and tentacles!" I roll my eyes--and then I see another folder. "Newfields? I remember Newfields! Well, no, I remember Newgrounds. Why do I remember it as Newfields?"

"The heck's a Newgrounds?" Rushie says.

"You know what? Who cares? I bet you've got some juicy stuff in here."

"N-no I don't. All flash games. I gotta keep my highscore in Bubble Tanks, y'know?"

Sure she does. I click on the folder, and...

"Why do you have every single Meet N' Fuck game bookmarked."

"They have SENTIMENTAL VALUE."

"But they're TRASH!"

"But they were the first ones I saw!" Rushie says, wiggling indignantly.

"Yeah," I growl, turning around, "but everyone knows that the best porngames are the ones made by--"

"ZONE!" We shout in unison, and her eyes meet mine. Looking back, that was really the moment it all clicked for me, but at the time I didn't really think about it.

"...We're fucking later."

"Duh. Of course we are."

"But first I gotta finish looking at your porn."

"...do you have to?"

"Yes." I glance over the bookmarks list again. "Hold on--what's this one? SadPoneda?"

"...don't click on that one."

"I know what it is, Rushie."

She wriggles around a bit more, whimpering as I open the folder.

"Huh. 'GAME OVER'?"

"Don't click on that one."

"I mean, what, it's video game porn? How bad could it be--"

"Don't click on that one!" I turn around, and Rushie's straight up crying now.

Suddenly, teasing her doesn't seem quite so enjoyable anymore. I mean, I've already had my fun, right? Besides, there's nothing really juicy in here anyway. I close the folder, and Rushie breathes a sigh of relief.

"...oh, hey, you said you had a high score in Bubble Tanks?"

"Yeah?"

I scroll back up to the Newgrounds folder, and sure enough, there's a bookmark for Bubble Tanks at the very bottom. I open it up...

"Holy shit, second place. That's not bad at all."

Rushie freezes up, staring balefully at the laptop's screen. "Second...place? Who's the leader?"

I squint at the rankings. "Someone by the username of...'XX_PENORDELETOR_XX'."

"Dawny. Untie me."

"Huh?"

"Untie me right hecking now."

"Hey, careful--"

"I WILL MAKE PENORDELETOR RUE THE DAY HE STOLE MY THRONE FROM ME--" Rushie screams, as she hurls herself across the room at the desk--and me. We go tumbling off the chair, onto the floor, leaving me trapped under a wiggling bundle of angery pony.

"Rushie, calm down, I can't untie you if you don't stop wiggling--"

"I SHALL TAKE BACK MY RIGHTFUL PLACE AS QUEEN OF THE BUBBLE TANKS! NOPONY WILL STOP ME! ALL SHALL BOW DOWN BEFORE MY BUBBLY WRATH!"

Somewhere, a grey-coated blonde mare sits down in front of her computer, smiling softly. She goes to click on the only thing on her desktop--a link to her favorite game ever. She bounces a little in her chair as she waits for it to load.

"Ooh! I got first place. Yay~!"