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Anonymous, Ponyville's resent pony-sex-ophile (a healthy sexual proclivity and not a cause for concern at all) was wandering around Ponyville one day, looking for pony sex, when he stumbled across a cute little filly with a grey-black coat and white-grey mane, looking like she'd just stumbled out of a dot-matrix printer or an 80's style guide on 'future aesthetic'. Her cutie mark was what appeared to be two tiny television screens connected to a telephone, and mired over in a swirling haze of static.
"Hi," she said to Anonymous as he wandered by. "You look like a complete degenerate pervert." She giggled with a hoof to her mouth. She was wearing a cute black-and-green skirt with Matrix-style code pouring down it. But it was short enough to show off her flank, and cutie mark. She was just over the CMC's age, or maybe a little younger, depending on how she'd done her makeup. But she had the eye-shadow, and the lipstick, and the 'come-over-here-and-fuck-me-for-twenty-bits' look.
"Well," Anon said, "you're mostly right about that. But what's it to ya?"
The little filly skulked around Anon in circles and waved her ice-white tail over her chubby filly butt. She flagged it in front of Anon a few times, each time smirking to him innocently over her shoulder and biting her lower lip the same way a filly did when she was taking her first inch of human-sized dick. Humans were bigger than ponies. For some reason.
"Oh, nothin'," she said, giggling again and smirking. "I just thought maybe you wanted to rut me like a mare in heat down this alley here, for the low, low price of fifteen bits..."
"How much extra to cum inside raw?" Anon asked, already pulling out his bag of bits and unzipping his pants.
"It's free if you make me cum too."
"Deal. Lead the way."
Anon had his pants off and boxers following them by the time the adorable little pony had ushered them both into the darkness at the end of the alley. If anypony found them here, it would be a mighty coincidence, or they were dedicated enough to deserve the show.
Slurping his lips hungrily, Anon threw the bits at the filly's hooves and began feeling her up immediately, running his hands along her butt and squeezing her cheeks. The filly giggled as his hands poked and prodded at her squishy rump, pulling her up off the ground and holding her in the air.
Anon slurped and licked at the pony's face and neck, drooling and slobbering all over her like a possessed madman. The pony seemed to take it in stride, perpetually amused as she was felt up by a pony-pervert for less money than a day's worth of meals at a run-of-the-mill diner. She'd never claimed to be worth all that—just enough for a roll in the hay.
"Wanna see the goods?" she asked, smirking and lifting up the edge of her skirt to give anon a peek just far away not to see what he was looking for. Anon nodded greedily, and the tiny pony hopped out of his hands and turned around to lift up her skirt and give a full view of her backside.
There was her butt, as cute and underage and deliciously as illegal as the rest of her. But down there, where he'd expected a small, cute, hopefully dripping wet filly pussy, there was, instead, something else.
A dial-up modem, to be precise.
The tiny pony grinned at anon with her head tucked upside down between her legs. She spread her hind-legs wide and wiggled her butt for good measure.
"Like what you see?" she said, grinning and giggling.
"What did you say your name was again?" Anon asked. He approached the filly's butt and computer accessory cautiously, knowing what to do with the former but only one application for the latter. The plastic casing of the telephony contraption seemed to just out just a bit from the pony's pelvis, protruding not much more than the base of a toy might if it was inside her pussy... if she had one, that was. Anon could see a butt, a cute little butt-hole winking at him inbetween the luscious cheeks... and the modem. Two lights were blinking green, and one was solid.
"Baudy," the filly answered, licking her lips and smirking. "My name's Baudy."
"What do the lights mean?"
"Two green means I'm turned on but I haven't started fucking yet," she said with a moan, reaching between her legs to rub the plastic casing of her modem and eliciting a shivering flash of lights that dissipated after a few seconds. She moaned again, and shook as the flash of lights vanished. "A flashing light means I'm ready to get fucked... any red lights mean stop. And if all the lights start flashing, it means I'm cumming."
"What colour does it turn if I put it in your ass?" Anon asked, rubbing the head of his cock between the filly's butt and smearing a glob of precum over her tiny rosebud.
Baudy giggled and winked at him.
"Why don't you find out?"
Anon hocked a gob of spit from his mouth onto the head of his cock, and Baudy did the same to her hoof and reached between her legs to find Anon's hand, smearing her spit along her butt-hole along with his and getting herself wet and ready for the head of his cock. Anon took one more second to line it up, then shoved home in one push, not waiting for Baudy to wave him forward before he'd buried his entire cock in her ass.
The modem lights started flashing a mix of orange and green, alternating between solid and blinking. Baudy opened her mouth and made a sound like an underwater juice harp played through a 4-bit walkie-talkie. A hiss of static poured into the alley, occasionally plucked by intermittent 'BLONG's and other indescribable onomatopoeia that seemed to stream endlessly from the tiny filly's mouth.
Anon took the noises in stride, focusing only on the sensation of his girthy, human dick plowing into cheap, illegal filly pussy in an alley, not on the America Online log-in precursor playing over and over again in his ears. He slapped Baudy's butt a few times for good measure, left and right, leaving nice red marks on her black & grey coat and making her beep extra loud, like someone was toggling the volume knob in bursts.
The lights were filling in. Six in total, and four already full, with the fifth blinking, and the sixth barren. The fifth began to flash as Anon slammed his cock home into Baudy's butt-hole.
Out of curiosity, Anonymous reached between Baudy's legs and ran his fingers along the white plastic of her modem. He searched along the solid telephony container for something to give his hand purchase, and eventually found it, a set of knobs and buttons at the farthest end of the device, right below the filly's stomach where her normal love-button might have been. Naturally, Anonymous pushed and turned everything he could get his fingers on.
Lights five and six went out. Then went on. All the lights turned red, then orange, then green, then started flashing simultaneously in a chaotic dance, flickering between positions so fast it was impossible to tell which of them was lit at any moment.
Baudy opened her mouth and threw her head back. She turned over her shoulder and stared Anon dead in the face as she came, as her butt squeezed his cock, as the lights on her modem cycled a thousand times and the final 'PONG' of her dial-up handshake was completed.
When she was done cumming, Baudy collapsed forward onto the floor of the alley. Anon's cock made a 'squelch' noise as it popped out, and dribbled a steady line of cum from the tip down to Baudy's butt-cheeks and white-plastic. Only one light was on, a dim green, and it was flickering slowly.
"Best fifteen bits I ever spent," Anon said.
He had sex with a pony who had a modem for a vagina.
That's it.
Author's Note
What.
