Steven stepped onto the street into the warm San Francisco sunlight, his suitcase firmly in his hand. He’d just spent the past week helping the start-up company he worked for set up the new West Coast office, not an easy task when all you have are recent graduates to work with. Usually, he’d return home to New York as soon as he finished a work trip, but this time was different.

His boss had forced him to take some time off to have a vacation, something about his social life being ‘entirely non-existent’. The company had given him permission to work remotely should something come up that urgently required his attention.

The only stipulation, of course, was that he pay his own way after the week he’d spent having his travel, accommodation, and food covered by the company. Alas, this meant he was tasked with finding his own place to stay.

He reached a hand into his jeans and fished out his phone to pull up his maps app and find his hotel.

He’d never been one to waste money, so he wasted no time checking and cross-referencing the various price comparison websites around the net to find the best deal for his hard-earned cash. Luckily enough he’d managed to find a name-your-price room at a nice looking hotel in the middle of town, The Shillton.

At first, he wondered why they were offering such cheap rooms, but reading a little deeper he discovered that they were doing some cross-promotion thing with a new robotic assistance start-up called ‘pon.io’ which specialized in quadrupedal robot companions. He never took the time to look too deeply into them, figuring he’d just shut off the assistant and take advantage of the bargain.

Glancing down at the map on his phone and running a hand through his messy, dirty blonde hair, Steven set out towards the hotel. It wasn’t far from the office building he’d spent the last week working at, and it wasn’t long before he saw the large ‘Shillton’ sign on one of the many high rise buildings that towered above.

The sound of commotion greeted him as he turned the corner onto the street the main entrance was on. As he got closer to the grand entranceway, he saw the source.

A crowd of what looked to be protestors crowded the sidewalk, shouting at anyone who walked by and entered the hotel lobby. Steven gulped. If there was one thing he wasn’t a huge fan of, it was crowds of angry people.

He steeled himself and strolled towards the group, who had been corralled by security to only a section of the space outside the hotel so that people could get into and out of the hotel. Hoping to simply slide past, he barely acknowledged the group, simply looking forward as he headed for the sliding double doors.

But as much as he wanted to avoid trouble, he couldn’t help but take a look at the various signs they held up. He snuck a glance to his side to see a host of accusatory messages.

‘Slavery is a crime!’

‘Robots have feelings too!’

‘Robots can’t consent!’

He’d always thought the whole ‘A.I. Rights’ crowd were a little crazy.

He admired the extravagant, if slightly tacky, beige porte-cochère that the hotel had out front as he walked up to the revolving door that served as the entryway.

A sigh escaped his lips as he entered the air-conditioned lobby and escaped the heat outside. He looked around to see the reception, a couple of elevators to take guests up to their rooms, and the entrance to the hotel restaurant and café. The lobby itself was somewhat busy, various people wandered around the marble-tiled floor gripping key cards, a few reporters from various tech blogs sat in the comfortable seats around the room tapping away at their laptops as they wrote about the curious promotion scheme. But it wasn’t the humans who caught Steven’s attention.

Behind the large wooden reception desk stood a tall, pony-like robot serving the patrons who made their way to the desk. Its fur and the strange unicorn horn that jutted from its forehead were purple; Getting a little closer, he could see a pair of large, bird wings on either side of its torso, also purple. He watched as it used the lev-tech built into her horn to levitate the keys to each guest, ticking each one off a ‘list’ it held in front of her as a cute gimmick.

He stepped into the short line of people checking in and out, which flowed at an incredible pace due to the robot’s efficiency. It wasn’t long before it was his turn.

“Hello! Are you checking in?” the bot asked, her synthesised voice taking on a distinctly feminine tone. The voice was surprisingly lifelike, if he hadn’t known to look for the tell-tale artefacts of artificial voices, he might have even been tricked into thinking she was a human.

He looked into her large, expressive eyes for a moment before realizing that she had, in fact, asked him a question.

“Y-Yeah, checking in, booking under ‘Miles’?” he asked, prompting her to check her list. It seemed that it was more than just a gimmick, she had literally printed a list of all the day's check-ins onto a parchment.

“Hmm…” she hummed, running her eyes down it until she found what she was looking for. “Steven Miles? Aged 25, born the 15th of March 2026?” she asked, reading from the page.

“Yep! That’s me!”

“Great! Do you have your booking reference?”

Steven paused for a moment, he’d been so intrigued by the peculiar robot that he’d forgotten to find his booking. “Uh, yeah. One sec!” he said as he pulled his phone from his pocket and searched through it to find the email containing his reference.

He eventually found it and held up the QR code contained within for her to scan. The LCD screens that served as her eyes went completely white for a moment as her cameras scanned the code.

“Great! You’ll be in room 655. I’m afraid the cleaning ponies haven’t quite made it to that room so it’s not ready just yet, I can give you your key and tell you when the room is ready if you’d like!” she said, already pulling his key card from the neat pile on her desk. She held it out to offer it to him.

“Thanks,” he said, grabbing the card from the air.

“That’s what friends are for! On behalf of all of us at pon.io, I hope you enjoy your stay!”

Steven just nodded and turned away from the reception. Figuring he could use a pick-me-up after a long week of admin, hiring, and troubleshooting, he headed for the coffee shop.

It seemed Steven wasn’t the only one to be waiting for his room. About ten other guests gripped their key cards as they peered over the counter at the coffee machine. Most of them had their phones out and were recording whatever was going on.

As he stepped closer, he noticed what it was that was so interesting; the barista wasn’t human. A bright pink pony with a curly pink mane stood behind the machine, her tongue poked from her mouth as she focused on manipulating the various levers and buttons on the machine with her hooves, which had more tech built into them to help her complete her tasks.

She hummed as she worked. Despite the machine being designed for those with thumbs, her bouncy and excitable nature meant she ripped through each step of the process, serving coffee after coffee to many an enthralled customer.

Steven shrugged and stepped across to stand in front of the counter, which was unoccupied. In fact, it seemed like there was no staff at all except for the coffee pony, who looked pretty busy with her torrent of coffee orders. He reached out and rung the service bell, looking to see if any new ponies appeared.

“Hi!” came a squeaky, bubbly voice, snapping Steven back into reality. Suddenly, the pink barista had materialized in front of him. He took a moment to process the pony’s sheer speed, peering back at the coffee machine to see that she’d somehow finished all of her orders and moved to the counter just moments after he rung the bell. “Hellooo, anyone there?” she giggled, tilting her head at him.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” Steven said, still a bit mystified by her. “I’ll have a coffee, just black, please.” He said, pulling out his wallet and sliding a few bills across the counter to her.

“Okie-dokie!” the pony said, tapping away quickly at the counter to put his order through before popping open the register, sliding his money in and giving him his change. “It’ll be ready lickety-split!” she said, bounding off before Steven could get another word in.

Steven stood stunned while he watched her work, somehow she seemed to be able to do three things at once. She’s probably a worker model… Steven pondered. He wasn't sure anyone could live with a robot with her kind of hyperactive personality for anything more than a day or so.

It felt like only moments before the pony was sliding his coffee across the counter to him with a giddy grin. “There ya go!” she said, beaming at him before darting off to serve another customer who was waiting to be served.

He took the lid off the top and blew on the dark liquid to cool it off as he took a seat in one of the comfortable leather seats positioned around the café. He pulled out his phone; it felt weird for it to be only the early afternoon and already out of work for the day. While he wasn’t shy, he wasn’t really one for small talk in real life. Flicking through the team Slack channels, he could see that everyone really did seem to have everything under control, leaving him with nothing to do.

He took a sip of his drink. It was strangely sweet for a black coffee, and he wondered if she’d misheard him and slipped a sugar into his drink. It tasted good, regardless, so he was content to finish it off.

On a whim, he decided to take a deeper look into this whole ‘pon.io’ thing in between sips. He pulled up their website and started to trawl through to look for more information. The home page was sleek and modern, the company boasting of the numerous awards and grants its tech had been given. He tapped through to the ‘about us’ section and read through the marketing jibberish they’d written up.

Steven couldn’t help but roll his eyes, it was clearly written with marketing in mind, given they so far looked more like a little girl’s playhouse doll than a ‘companion’. Regardless, he kept reading.

Deciding that was more than enough of being advertised to, he pulled the page down to reveal the close button, only for his eye to catch sight of a curious link on the page labelled simply ‘For Adults…’

Just as he was about to press it, however, a familiar prim and proper voice rang out from the reception.

“Steven Miles? Your room is ready!” the receptionist pony called, prompting Steven to quickly lock his phone and rise to his feet.

He grabbed his suitcase and downed the last of his coffee, tossing it in the trashcan as he walked by. The wheels of the suitcase scraped softly on the tiles as he made his way across the lobby to the elevators and pressed the ‘up’ button.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, allowing Steven and the other four guests to cram themselves inside with their suitcases.

He looked over another man’s shoulder at the floor list, which had a handy room guide associated with each button. He reached over and pressed the button labelled ‘6’, then waited for the elevator to glide its way up.

When it finally made it to the sixth floor, he awkwardly jostled his way out of the elevator and stepped into the quiet hallways. Counting the numbers emblazoned in gold lettering on each door, he made his way to his room, which was at the very end of the hall.

He finally came to stand in front of his door, room 655. He lifted his hand, pushed down the handle, and—

“Hi!” a squeaky, synthesized voice greeted him as soon as Steven opened the door, causing him to gasp in surprise. He’d almost forgotten that he was to have a robot in his room as well.

The robot that greeted him was quite a bit smaller than the other two he’d seen, she had bright orange fur, with messy purple hair. It had wings like the receptionist pony but lacked the horn attachment to go with it. She sat on her rear, looking up at him with her big, expressive eyes.

“I’m Scootaloo, but you can just call me Scoots if you wanna!” she said in her gravelly, somewhat immature voice. “What’s your name?”

Steven stepped into the room and looked around. The room had all the trappings of a regular hotel room, a neatly made double bed, a small TV, a minibar, and a small dining table. The room looked out over the city of San Francisco, with the iconic Golden Gate Bridge planted off to the side. The glass was squeaky clean, much like the beige walls and carpet. He’d travelled enough that he was familiar with the lingering scent of cleaning fluid that indicated that the room had only just been cleaned.

The only strange feature of the room was the charging bay plugged in beside his bed, a rather elaborate-looking black box with a cable jutting from it with a strange adapter on the end. It was branded with a ‘pon.io’ logo emblazoned in silver, helping him to realize that it was the charger for the robot that came with his room.

“Hellooooo?” the pony-bot probed, reminding Steven of her presence directly in front of him.

“Sorry, I’m Steven,” he responded, looking down at her.

He placed his suitcase at the foot of his bed and let himself flop back onto the plush sheets. It felt like it had been ages since he rested, and he just wanted to let himself go for a bit.

“So!” Scootaloo chimed, breaking him out of his quickly approaching sleep as she launched herself up onto the bed and stood over his head to look down at him. “What should we do first? I can do all kinds of things, we can watch movies, or play games, or I can tell you all about the city!”

Steven blinked at her forwardness, which would have been cute if she wasn’t two inches away from his nose.

“Well, maybe we can start with you backing up a bit, okay?” he said, trying to be kind about it.

Scootaloo paused as she mulled over the command. She looked a little disappointed, but she hopped off the bed and took a seat just beside where his legs hung over the edge of the bed.

Silence hung in the air for a few moments as Scootaloo held herself back and Steven thought through what to do next. It seemed his body had the answer, as it broke the silence with a loud growl. He suddenly realized that he’d barely eaten anything since breakfast.

He clearly wasn’t the only one who noticed, however, as he heard the soft whir of Scootaloo’s servos bringing her to her hooves.

“Are you hungry? I’ll order room service!” she chimed.

Steven immediately sat up and glared down at her, “I don’t thi--”

“All done!” Scootaloo said, beaming up at him with a proud look in her fake eyes.

He felt his stomach twist at her presumption, ready to explode on her, but somehow the ‘cute-factor’ her manufacturers had built into her made it impossible to be angry with her, something about her slightly chubby cheeks and wide, slightly bashful smile she had on complimented her personality and messy look in a way that made a wave of calm wash over him each time their eyes met. Besides, he probably would have ended up ordering room service anyways given that he was too tired to go out again.

Still, he couldn’t show her that he wasn’t too pissed off, he didn’t need her autonomy to become a habit. He wordlessly kicked his shoes off and lay back on the bed, the sweetness and caffeine of the coffee from earlier still hung around on his tongue and in his belly, keeping him from properly falling asleep, so he simply lay there and listened to Scootaloo’s cooling fans hum while he stared out at the city. The afternoon sun made the shadows of the tall high-rises longer and seemed to refract off the bridge perched in the distance, at a time like this, he realized, it really did look golden.

The minutes dragged on, there must have been a rush on the kitchen as a full thirty minutes passed before there was a knock on the door.

“Room service!” a new voice called.

Steven rolled to his feet, stretching as he walked past Scootaloo, who fell in behind him. He grasped the door handle and pulled it open to reveal yet another pony. This one was cream-coloured, with a mane like plumes of blue and pink candyfloss that settled neatly over her forehead.

In front of her was a trolley stacked with plate after plate of food, each one covered by a silver cover to keep them warm and presented nicely.

“Lots of hungry guests tonight, huh?” he asked, nodding to the trolley.

The pony peered into the room curiously before turning back to Steven. “Nope, this is all yours!” she said.

Steven paused, “What? There has to have been some kind of mistake! There’s no way I’d order this much food!” he exclaimed. Then he realized, he didn’t order anything at all.

Scootaloo peeked out from behind Steven, prompting the room service pony to gaze down at her with a look of disappointment. “Oh. I see.” She deadpanned, glaring down at the smaller robot with disdain.

“I didn’t know what you like to eat, so I thought you could just try it all and tell me what you like!” Scootaloo stated proudly before she read the room and her excited smile turned to one of sheepishness.

“Yeah,” Steven said, not hiding the anger in his voice. He turned to the pony at his side, “What the fu—” he began, it didn’t feel right to swear at what was effectively a kid, even if she wasn’t human. “What the heck were you thinking? How am I going to afford… How much is this costing me?” he paused, turning to the cream pony.

“Two-hundred and sixty-four dollars and ninety-nine cents.”

“Two-hundred and sixty four dollars and ninety-nine cents! How am I going to afford this much food?!”

Scootaloo backed up a little, folding her ears back as she looked up at him with a look of shock and fear. Her lower lip pouted a little, “I-I’m sorry…” she muttered innocently. Somehow, whether she was designed that way or not, her undeniable cuteness softened Steven’s rage, he couldn’t stay angry at her forever, after all.

“Well, I suppose it’s happened now, what can we do about it?” he sighed as he looked back to the pony before him. This was not the way he wanted to start his week off.

“I’m afraid I don’t have the authority to issue refunds, and anyone who can seem to be clocked out,” she explained. “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until my manager comes in tomorrow and we can sort it all out.”

“That’s fine, I guess,” he responded.

“Then the only question left is what to do with all of this food,” she pondered. “I suppose you may as well take it, we’re probably going to give you a refund on most of it anyway.”

Steven gazed at the trolley, examining the plates stacked on it. There were four that were clearly main dishes, and a few smaller plates with entrées and desserts, their glistening silver covers gave them an expensive, high-class allure. It felt wrong for him to have even one of them, let alone a whole trolley full.

“Are you sure?” he asked as she started to wheel the trolley into the room.

“Yep, we can’t re-serve them so it’ll all just go to waste otherwise,” she explained as she parked the trolley. “Also, if Scootaloo is causing too much trouble, we can swap her out, we have plenty of models available who might be less… Gung ho…” she explained, shooting another glare at the fillybot.

Steven glanced down at the filly who shrunk away in shame at the thinly veiled jab. Whether it was meant to be a marketing trick or not, she did seem to really feel the shame of having messed up. He felt bad for pitying what was essentially just an object, but he couldn’t help it.

“I think we’ll be fine, just don’t do anything for me unless I tell you that I want you to do it, okay?” he said. He figured it would just take some time for her to get used to him, so a second chance was probably in order.

Scootaloo nodded quickly, her face brightening up again at Steven sticking up for her.

“If you insist,” the cream one sighed. “I’ll bring my manager around tomorrow so we can sort this whole mess out.”

Steven just nodded, the smell of the food had well overridden his anger and he was happy just to be able to eat. The room service pony-bot met Scootaloo’s eyes and shook her head as she trotted out, closing the door behind her and leaving the pair in peace.

“I-I really am sorry…” the filly muttered, following Steven closely as he strolled to the trolley and picked a random main and entrée dish from the stack.

“I said it’s fine, it was a mistake, and you learn from your mistakes, right?” he said.

He removed the cover to reveal a large fillet of well-fried salmon resting atop a bed of rice and salad. His mouth salivated as he eyed up the crunchy skin and the tender, pink flesh that seemed to be just barely held together.

A wave of pleasant scents hit his nose, making him instantly begin to salivate. He picked up the plate and sat at the small dining table, looking over the dimming twilight of the San-Francisan sky.

Scootaloo looked at him expectantly, saying nothing as she watched him stab his fork into the salmon and lift it to his mouth. He paused as he noticed her staring, the fork hovering just before his lips.

“Are you just gunna stare at me while I eat?”

“Is that weird?”

“Don’t they teach you this stuff in robot school or whatever?” he said, putting his fork back down.

“I-I don’t think they’ve worked out how to teach me everything yet, you know they’ve only ever made three of my model, I was the first!”

Steven couldn’t help but wonder why they’d deliberately make such a strangely childish robot. “Well, it’s weird to stare,” he said.

Scootaloo nodded and turned around on the spot to stare blankly at the wall, “How’s this?”

Steven went to explain further but instead gave a resigned sigh. “That’s fine,” he said before picking the fork back up and popping the salmon in his mouth.

It took a moment to register the taste of it on his tongue, but once it did, it was like an explosion of flavour. The slightly sweet spices it was cooked in perfectly complemented the saltiness of the fish and the sourness of the lemon squeezed atop it. The skin was just crunchy enough to be satisfying, but not enough that it was burnt, making a resounding crackle reverberate through his head as his teeth tore through it. He immediately went back for more, this time scooping up some of the creamy rice to further compliment the flavours.

“Well?” Scootaloo asked into the beige wallpaper. “Do ya like it?”

“Oh yeah,” Steven replied.

“So I made the right choice! Yay!”

“’All of the above’ isn’t making a choice,” Steven deadpanned between bites, causing her ears to fold back in shame yet again.

“Hey, I said I was sorry!”

“Yeah yeah,” he said as he pulled out his phone, he still hadn’t forgotten that ‘For Adults’ page on the website.

He clicked the ‘on’ button only to be greeted with his favourite sight: a Slack notification from his boss. He considered pretending he never saw it, a thought process he often went through when he received such messages, but he could never bring himself to say no to her. He slid open the message to see what he was needed for.

‘Hey, sorry to already be giving you work on your week off, but I reeeeeally need a favour. One of the newbies here in New York’s written some code which is going out in the build tomorrow and there’s no one here to review it, you think you could take care of it for me? Pretty please? Love ya.’

A sigh escaped his lips as he stood up from the chair and walked past the still-motionless Scootaloo. He reached into his backpack and pulled his laptop from within it before returning to his seat and starting it up.

He poked at the salmon dish as he worked. Glancing over at Scoots, he considered offering her some, before he realized she probably can’t even taste food let alone digest it.

The impatient bot finally got bored of standing motionlessly and turned to face Steven. She looked him up and down, whirring softly as she studied him. “Hey, you should sit up straight, your posture’s all weird!” she said.

Steven groaned internally, he was starting to get real creeped out by the filly’s constant ‘help’. But she was right, he was slumped over his keyboard, causing all kinds of tension in the muscles in his back. He quickly sat up straight and muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ as he plugged his headphones in.

Scootaloo grinned as she trotted away, leaving him to tap away at his keyboard while he sifted through line after line of code. Over the music in his ears, he could hear her climbing up onto his bed, followed by the sound of the mattress springs bouncing rhythmically as she hopped up and down on the bed. He didn’t really mind, he wasn’t one to get all worked up over neat bedsheets, and if it meant she wasn’t staring at him or doing any of the other weird stuff she does, then it was probably the better option.

He turned up the volume in his headphones to drown out the sounds of her soft giggles. At some point, he got up and returned to the food-laden cart to collect a dessert plate: a crème-Brulee.

It felt like hours before he reached the finish line, what had started out as a relatively simple task had spiralled, as things tend to do, into a mess of fixing and tweaking other bits and pieces to perfect the software. Only once his belly was full and his eyes were strained from the constant staring at this laptop’s screen did he manage to finish the review.

The sun had fully set by the time he flipped his laptop closed and settled back in his chair. He removed his headphones to give himself a moment to compose himself.

Scootaloo had clearly gotten tired of jumping on the bed and had instead settled for prancing around the room and humming to herself. It took her a few moments to realize Steven was no longer locked into his work, but when she did, she came racing over in an instant.

“Are you finally finished?” she asked, plonking herself at the feet of his chair. “Let’s do something fun!”

Steven smiled softly, her enthusiasm was starting to become a little endearing.

“That sounds good, how does a movie sound?” he asked.

“Can do!”

Her eyes flashed to a ‘loading’ animation for a second before the sound of motors turning alerted him to a panel opening at her flank. The shield mark on her rear lifted to reveal a port for a USB hardware key.

She turned so that her flank faced him. He slid his wallet from his pocket and retrieved the key loaded with his credentials he always kept with him from its coin-pouch. It felt weird to be touching so close to her tail, but he still popped it in regardless, watching as her servos accepted the rectangular key and drew it into her body before the panel slid shut.

“Okay! What do you wanna watch?” the robot asked, pointing at the TV on the wall in front of the bed to turn it on.

“Why don’t you suggest something?”

“Hm… How about Love Actually?”

“Ugh, no rom coms”

“Gossip Girl?”

“Absolutely not.”

“How about… Fifty Shades of Grey?”

Steven chuckled, “Nah, I’d much rather watch actual porn,” he said.

“Okay!”

His eyes widened in surprise as Scootaloo instantly pulled up an explicit striptease video, it was strangely familiar, like he’d seen it before. A beet-red blush glowed in his cheeks as he realized the hardware key he gave her also had his Pornhub login information on it, allowing her to see every video he’d ever upvoted or commented on.

The TV’s volume obviously wasn’t reset after the last occupant’s stay, as the sound of the woman teasing the camera boomed through the speakers and filled the room with loud noises.

“That’s not what I meant! Change that!” he demanded, he felt the strangest compulsion to cover the robot’s eyes, even though he knew she’d already seen it all.

“What to?” she asked in a panicked tone, not quite understanding what he was so worked up about.

“I dunno, anything!”

Steven immediately regretted his command. What was a rather tame porn clip quickly turned to an extreme bondage scene, featuring one woman getting spit-roasted by two men. The sounds in this particular clip were much louder, and unmistakable to anyone who might have been listening, including his neighbours.

“No! Ugh, just turn the screen off!”

“My security protocols mean I can’t turn off any smart appliances!” Scootaloo hurriedly replied, starting to recognise the urgency of the situation.

Just when he thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, he heard a knock at the door.

“Room service!” a distinctly non-synthesized voice called, striking fear into Steven’s heart.

“J-Just a second!” he said, scrambling to find the TV remote. He saw it on the bed earlier, but Scootaloo’s bouncing must have caused to drop to the floor. He let go of the fillybot’s head and collapsed to the floor, frantically searching for the remote.

He reached under the bed and felt his hand hit the hard plastic of the remote. Breathing a sigh of relief, he pulled it out, pointed it at the TV and hit the power button. The image instantly cut to black, and the lewd moans and groans of the actors onscreen died in the air.

“Phew, comin--” he began, standing up and beginning to head for the door before he realized that the very human concierge had already let herself in and was standing with her mouth aghast at the scene before her, with the bedsheets messy, Scootaloo visibly embarrassed and a Steven panting like he had just run a marathon with the amount of stress-sweat dripping from his body.

“I-I’ll leave you to it! Just call us again when you want us to send someone down!” the maid said, backing out of the room with her cart in hand.

“W-Wait! It’s not what it looks like, I swear, it’s all the robot’s fault!”

“No no, it’s fine I can—"

“Seriously, it’s all her fault, I accidentally told her to put on porn, and when I told her to turn it off, she just put on other porn! I’m not like, one of those guys who tries to jerk off as room service comes in, I swear!”

The maid paused for a moment, before bursting out into laughter. She leaned over the cart as she tried her best to recover her composure. “Bahaha! So much for ‘robo-replacements’ am I right?” she cackled.

With the situation diffused, the concierge paced into the room and started clearing the plates from the dining table. Steven wiped his brow as he glared at Scootaloo, who gave him yet another sheepish grin.

“You really ordered all this food?” the maid said, trying not to sound judgemental.

“Don’t even ask,” Steven stated, motioning to the robot on the floor before the pair and prompting another bout of laughter.

“I won't,” she said as she placed the empty plates on her cleaning trolley. “Want me to take these as well?” she asked.

“Uh, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“It’s my job, after all. It seems like these little things aren’t what the papers cracked them up to be, job-stealers they are not,” she said as she pushed both trolleys out the door. “Certainly make for good entertainment on a lonely shift, though!” she called before grasping the handle and clicking the door shut, leaving Steven and Scootaloo in silence.

“Th-Thanks!” he called after her. He turned to face Scootaloo, “Now, how do I turn you off?” he demanded.

“Wh-What?” Scootaloo said, her tone wavering a little.

“You heard me, how do I switch you off?” Steven repeated, feeling his hands ball up into fists.

“I-I’m sorry I messed up again…”

“No more, I’m sick of your antics now, and no matter what kind of cute, heart-softening pre-programmed bullshit you give me, I’m still going to turn you off. I know you’re compelled to tell me how you have to by law. Now how the fuck do I turn you off?!” he shouted, anger building in his belly at her reluctance.

Scootaloo took a step back, but she couldn’t stop herself from giving him what he wanted. “I-It’s a button at the base of my neck, b-between my shoulders… Y-You just hold it down for ten seconds…” she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.

He stepped forward and knelt down, placing his fingers on her soft fur as he felt for the button. After a bit of searching, he hit a bump under her ‘skin’ which had a little bit of give under his finger.

Without hesitation, he pushed it down, feeling it click into place. He began to count back from ten in his mind, watching for the moment she turned off.

Her head turned to look up at him with profound sadness, if she had tear ducts, Steven was pretty sure she’d be bawling her eyes out. Regardless, he kept the button held down.

“I-I was just trying to help…”

His stomach twisted at her words. Three… he counted down the seconds, but each moment seemed to stretch longer and longer. Two… No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t bring himself to take the light out of her eyes, which screwed shut as she waited for the feeling of being switched off to set in. One… He lifted his finger off the button and rose to his feet.

Scootaloo opened one eye, glancing up at him with a look of confusion.

“H-Huh? I thought you were going to—”

“Don’t you have to charge overnight or something? I’m going to bed so you won’t have to do anything else for me.” He interrupted.

Curse my dumb heart… he thought as he climbed into bed and reassembled the bedsheets as best he could around his body.

“C-Can I at least switch the lights off for you?” Scootaloo asked cautiously.

Steven pondered her request for a moment. Surely there was no way to mess up such a simple task. “Fine,” he stated. Scootaloo nodded and the lights began to dim before finally flickering off.

She trotted over to the charging station and plugged herself in by slotting her tail into the end of the adapter, making it glow a gentle purple.

The darkness quickly drew Steven in, as he felt himself slipping away, there was a shifting behind him as the robot clambered up onto the side of his double bed and tried to get close to him as quietly as possible. Her soft leg fur brushed against the back of his neck as she got comfortable.

“Th-Thanks, Steven…” she muttered.

“Just stay above the sheets,” he ordered before sleep finally claimed him.

Steven’s eyes crept open to a curious sight.

He could have sworn he was awake, yet he was staring into a sea of plush orange. His groggy eyesight blurred the colour, making it appear as little more than a blur.

His hand wriggled free of the bedsheets and placed itself atop the strange mass, it felt warm, yet firm under his touch. He leaned in and sniffed it a little, it smelled like a new laptop, fresh from its packaging.

“Do you have a fillyfriend?” a squeaky, synthesised voice rung from above him.

Steven just about leapt out of his skin. He’d totally forgotten that Scootaloo even existed!

“Jesus Christ!” he gasped, shooting towards the other side of the large queen bed and teetering on the edge of the mattress. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Oh, I’m sorry… I thought you were awake. Anyways, do ya?”

Steven huffed and panted as his heart rate began to return to normal and he gathered his thoughts. “What’s a fillyfriend?” he asked.

“You don’t know? Like a… Special somepony! Someone who you really, really like being around all the time!”

“Oh, like a girlfriend? No, definitely not.” He stated firmly.

“Aww, why not? Don’t you think it’d be nice?” she asked, tilting her head

Steven raised an eyebrow. “Uh, no. I barely have time to dedicate to myself without sharing it with someone, or something, else,” he said, shooting her a quick glance to see if she got his message.

She clearly didn’t, as she only got closer to him on the other side of the bed. “Well, I think you should!”

“Yeah, I’ll just get a girlfriend, like it’s that easy,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

He slid out of bed and straightened out his clothes as he shuffled over the coffee table and flipped open his laptop, it dawned on him that in his exhaustion the night before he’d forgotten to actually change out his day clothes. He quickly opened his work team’s ‘Slack’ channel and began filtering through work that needed to be done.

Meanwhile, Scootaloo hopped down from the bed and let the charging cable that was plugged into the base of her tail fall out and spool up back into the charging dock. She swung open the door to the balcony and poked her muzzle outside. She closed her eyes and smiled as she took a deep ‘breath’ of fresh air, making her cooling fans spin inside her.

After a few seconds, she pulled the door shut behind her and trotted up beside him.

“It is seventy-one point three degrees outside! You could visit the Golden Gate Bridge, take a harbour tour, or maybe you could visit Alcatraz!”

“Maybe later, I’ve gotta finish some of this work first,” he said dismissively.

“Come on!” Scoots said, tugging on the leg of his pants to draw his attention. “Don’t get stuck in here doing boring old work, you could do that anywhere! You’ve only got one week after all!” she encouraged in a whiney, childish, incredibly endearing voice.

He glanced at the task ahead of him, it did look pretty boring, and the image of the sun shining over the glimmering skyline before him made it hard to resist the urge to at least see some of it.

“Fine,” he said, flipping the lid of his laptop shut. “I’ll go, but you’ll come with me. You know the city, right? You can show me around for a bit, then I’ll come back and do some work.”

“Oh…” Scoots said, her face taking on a slightly sour look for a few moments.

“What, you don’t want to come out?”

“No! I do, it’s nothing!” she said with a sheepish look on her face.

“Great. Let me get dressed, then we can go,” he said, standing up and rifling through his suitcase before emerging with a bundle of street-worthy clothes and a toiletries bag.

He strolled to the bathroom, stripped down and donned his black t-shirt and khaki shorts, a common outfit for someone like him, who didn’t much care for fashion. He glanced into the mirror and noticed that his hair was still messy from last night’s sleep. He pulled out his comb and quickly brushed back into place the quiffs of hair that stuck out from the top of his head like antennae. Finally, he gave his teeth a quick going over with his toothbrush.

With his morning routine complete, he stepped out of the bathroom, almost missing the orange pony-bot sitting patiently in front of the door and stopping just short of tripping over her.

“Woah! You’re keen, huh?” he asked as he regained his balance.

Her eyes lit up happily, “Mhm!” she hummed, her ‘pupils’ turning to little upwards arrows, much like an old chatroom emoticon.

“Well come on then,” he said, slipping his wallet and phone into his pocket and stepping out into the hallway outside his room with Scoots in tow.

Down in the lobby, people seemed to be enjoying their extra ‘bonus guest’. Steven looked around, but he didn’t see anyone who was actually leaving the echo-y lobby with their temporary pets.

Scootaloo looked a little nervous, her eyes flicked around the room like she was watching for something. Steven chalked it up to just Scoots being Scoots, it’s not like a lot of what she’d done up until that point had been all that normal anyways.

As they were about to step into the confines of the large revolving door, a familiar synthetic voice from behind them stopped the pair in their tracks.

“Scootaloo!” called the regal, official-sounding voice receptionist pony from the day before. “I hope you’re not thinking of causing any trouble!

“Trouble? No, she caused enough of that last night, she was just going to help me explore the city, is all,” Steven explained.

“Ah, I see. You’re supposed to inform your guest of our policies, Scootaloo!” she said, coming out from behind the counter and trotting up to the duo. The size difference between her and Scootaloo was noticeable, but it made her scolding no less cute. “While all pon.io models are weather-proof, part of our promotional policy is that our demo models are not to be taken outside of the premises. I’m afraid if you do I’ll be forced to charge a retrieval fee for her recovery.”

Steven lifted an eyebrow and looked down at the filly on his side. “And you were going to tell me this when?” he questioned.

“I-I thought you knew! It was in the terms and conditions!” she said, her ears folding back against her head.

They both turned to her, unamused looks etched on their faces. “No one reads the terms and conditions,” they deadpanned in unison.

“S-Sorry Twilight…” she said.

“It’s not me you have to apologise to!”

Scootaloo kicked a hoof and gazed at the floor as she muttered an apology to Steven as well.

Steven sighed. “It’s fine, thank God we caught it early,” he said, looking around the room at the various people chatting with their robots around the lobby, it seemed he wasn’t the only one who almost made such a wallet-slaying mistake.

He caught sight of the same café-restaurant he’d gotten coffee at the day before, which now had a large chalk sign displayed out front proudly stating that they were open for breakfast.

“Is the restaurant considered ‘on the premises’?” Steven probed, prompting a nod from Twilight. “Great, I’m hungry anyway,” he said, beckoning to the ashamed little robot and heading for the entrance.

It seemed they weren’t the only pair who had the café idea, as the room was almost packed with guests sitting with their robots to eat and drink before they headed out to do whatever it was they were doing on their trip. It dawned on Steven that there was a certain genius to forcing the guests into the hotel’s own store to interact with their assistants. He smiled to himself as they found a free table.

Scoots launched herself up onto her chair with surprising precision and perched on the seat while Steven pulled out his chair and sat down to open the menu.

There was plenty on offer, from pancakes to cereal, there was definitely more than enough to choose from. He’d only just managed to finish the whole menu by the time the pink bot who made his coffee the day before materialized between them.

“Hiya!” she squeaked, the same almost unsettling grin plastered on her face.

“Hi, Pinkie!” Scootaloo said, her little wings fluttering happily against the seat behind her.

“Scootalooo, Scootmeister, Scoot-Scoot-Scootaloo!” chanted ‘Pinkie’ as her hooves poked and prodded at Scoot’s face. She returned her attention to Steven, who couldn’t help but crack a smile at the display.

“What can I getcha!” Pinkie asked.

“I’ll get the waffles, and maybe another one of your coffees, black with no sugar,” he said, the robot before him furiously scribbling notes.

“Got it! I’ll be right back!” she said before zooming off to serve the next table.

Steven sat in stunned silence for a moment, how anyone could expect to keep up with her was well beyond him.

“How old are you?” Scootaloo asked, unfazed by her fellow robot’s enthusiasm and speed.

“Uh, twenty-five,” Steven responded, snapping his attention back to the little filly. Come to think of it, how old was she meant to be anyways. “How about you?” he asked, curious to hear her response.

“I was assembled eight months, three weeks and two days ago!”

“Not like that, I mean how old are you supposed to be?” he refined his query, hoping that she might pick up on his intent. Scootaloo took on a quizzical look, clearly unprepared for such a question.

“I don’t think I understand… I thought age was just like, a number or something,” she said, tilting her head as she tried to process his request.

Steven sighed, “Well, young humans act differently to old humans, so how are you supposed to act?”

“Ohhh,” she said, finally a question she could answer! “My personality class is ‘foalish’!”

Steven pondered this for a moment, she was clearly intended to be young, but he wondered if her designers had intended for her to be as over-enthusiastic as she had been.

“What was it like when you were a kid?” she asked, her eyes widening with a sense of wonderment and curiosity. Steven felt a strangely fuzzy feeling as he looked at her excited expression, he’d never been asked about his past by someone who had no idea what it was like before. Was this what having an actual human kid was like?

“Well, I grew up with my parents in the suburbs of New York, I think it was a nice childhood.”

“Did you have a backyard?” she asked, perching on the edge of her seat and leaning in closer.

“Yeah. Why do you ask?” Steven responded. His software engineering mind was starting to take an interest now, and he was curious to find out why a computer would want to know about his upbringing.

“Well, when I was getting trained, I saw that real horses like to roll around on grass and stuff, but I’ve never felt what it’s like…”

Steven felt a slight pang of empathy for her, he’d always taken nature for granted, but Scootaloo really appeared interested in what it was like to be out in the ‘real world’. Of course, it could just be her designers making her feel real by making her interested in such things, but he got a feeling that wasn’t the case.

“What about going to school?”

“What about it?”

“Well, is it as boring as it looks?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” he chuckled, she had no idea.

“Did you ride scooters with your friends?”

“Scooters? Why scooters?”

“Well, did you?”

“Sometimes, I was more into my bike tho—”

“Awesome! I bet it felt great, doing all those tricks and stuff!” she interrupted. “I hope whoever buys me lets me try one out, even just once!”

Steven smiled at her enthusiasm, he almost corrected her, he was always far too cautious to try any tricks on his scooter. But if thinking he wasn't made her happy, it felt wrong to ruin it for her. He was kind of glad he decided to take a break before work consumed him again. This was the first time he’d felt relaxed since he left New York.

Scootaloo sat back in her seat as she pondered what question to ask next. Right when she opened her mouth, however, the clink of a cup and plate settling on the wooden table made them both jump with surprise.

“O-Oh… I’m sorry… Did I sc-scare you?” a new voice squeaked. Steven hadn’t even noticed her approach, but a new pony-bot had appeared to bring him his food. A yellow one this time, with long, flowing pink hair that covered her face slightly.

“N-No, it’s fine,” he said.

“Okay, I h-hope you enjoy your food…” she muttered as she slinked away.

“Fluttershy’s pretty uh, shy. She’s actually really into animals and non-human stuff,” Scootaloo explained.

Steven shrugged, his stomach growling as he looked over his waffles, which were absolutely covered in maple syrup which shone in the light of the morning rays that poured in through the window.

He cut into it and took a mouthful, savouring the sweetness of the syrup coupled with the salty bacon layered on top. Scootaloo watched the room, smiling happily as she did her best to not get caught taking glances back at him.

“Can you eat, like, human food?” he asked between bites, wondering if it was him or the food she was so blatantly looking at.

“Yeah, but I gotta clean myself after or else I get all sticky inside!”

“I-I see…”

Steven immediately regretted asking and tried to salvage his appetite by putting the image of her opening her belly up and scooping out food out of his mind. Regardless of the disconcerting mental imagery, he considered offering her a bite of his waffles, but he quickly snuffed out that idea after seeing another pair doing it. The way the turquoise mare-bot leaned over the table and her human spoon-fed her his food was… Uncomfortably romantic.

He let Scoots do as she pleased while he wolfed down the waffles, he looked over at his companion periodically, waiting for her to ask more questions, but she was surprisingly quiet until she saw him pop the last morsel of his breakfast into his mouth and down it with his final drops of coffee.

“So, what are you gonna see first?” she asked as the shy pony from earlier reappeared and slid the bill across the table.

“I dunno, I don’t really feel like going out anymore,” he said as he idly signed the docket and slipped his card in for ‘Fluttershy’ to take away.

“Aww, why not?”

“Just don’t feel like it,” he shrugged.

Not that he was going to tell her, but in reality, it felt almost wrong to leave her alone in the room, and he was actually starting to appreciate her cute annoying chatter.

He figured the afternoon and evening was a better time to go out and see the city anyways. Guidebooks online said that the ‘golden hour’ was the best time to see the sights and there’d probably be some bar or something he could go sit in. Despite not being the biggest drinker or extrovert, he sometimes found some fun in going out and forgetting his responsibilities for a little while.

Scootaloo looked a little confused, but Steven elected to simply just take his receipt and card, slip them back into his wallet and leave the restaurant. She got the message, hopping off her chair with cat-like grace and pulling up the rear.

They made their way back to Steven’s room, where his relaxed mood was instantly shattered by the sight of his work laptop still sitting open on his table.

“Work now, fun later…” he muttered, sliding onto the chair and tapping the 'on' button to get to work. Scootaloo simply made herself comfortable by laying down on his bed.

Later that same evening, Steven slid his keycard into the reader on his door and pushed it open to reveal Scootaloo sitting almost motionless in the doorway.

“You’re back!” she squeaked happily.

“Yup,” he said, flopping back onto his neat bed with a relaxed sigh. “How long were you sitting there waiting for me, anyway?”

“Only a few hours!”

“A few hours? That seems a bit excessive…”

“I don’t mind! I like waiting for you, Steven,” she said, nosing his side affectionately. Steven had to focus to stop his heart from bursting then and there.

“W-Well anyways, I’m gonna go to sleep now, I think there’s some stuff I wanna check out tomorrow morning,” he said, pulling himself back up and rummaging through his case for his pyjamas.

He tugged off his shirt, pulling it over his head only to reveal the little bot staring at his nude torso. “The human body looks kinda different in real life!” she stated bluntly, her eyes tracing his form. Steven’s face flushed red, he wasn’t the fittest guy in the world, but he was by no means fat, not that it made it any more okay to be eyed up by an 8-month old robot.

“D-Do you think you could wait in the bathroom while I get changed?”

A disappointed pout flashed across Scoots’ face, “Okay…” she muttered as she shuffled off to the bathroom and left Steven to change.

He simply shrugged and finished stripping down before slipping into his nightclothes, nice striped roomy ones. Scootaloo poked her head out from the bathroom, “Can I come out now?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s all good,” he replied, crawling into his sheets and writhing about a bit to loosen them up. “Could you get the lights?” he asked, already starting to feel sleep overtake his mind.

Scootaloo trotted back into the room and flicked off the lights before settling back down on her charging bay. Steven rolled over, his back to her as the darkness began to consume him.

Thinking her ‘client’ was asleep, Scootaloo carefully climbed up onto the bed and pulled herself close to him, almost as if she was seeking his warmth. So she was able to learn boundaries after all, even if she only respected them when she thought he was conscious of her.

He made she was still above the covers, he didn’t need her getting all matrimonial on him.

Content with her position on the bed, he gave in to the draw of his dreams and drifted off to sleep.

Steven was awoken by a familiar feeling. A growing pressure in his crotch, a rubbing against his pants. He slid his hand down under the sheets and let it come to rest against his firm erection. He paused for a moment before reaching for his phone on the bedside table.

He flicked it open and instinctively browsed to his usual ‘stuff’, vanilla, some would say boring, but ‘TEEN GETS PUNISHED BY STEPDAD’ was a classic. He gripped the phone with one hand and pushed the other under the waistband of his pants before tapping the video and letting it play.

“Did ya sleep well?” came a voice to his left.

Strange, that’s not how the video usually started, and it didn’t sound like her either. Come to think of it, since when was his phone’s audio in stereo?

He glanced over toward the source of the voice to see a pair of wide, glowing LCD eyes staring back at him. Panic shot through his body as he locked his phone and tossed it to the side.

“Jesus!” he gasped.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he sighed as his heart rate slowly returned to normal.

“What were you looking at on your phone?” she questioned.

“I said don’t worry about it, okay?” he asked, using the hand he would have used to jack off to pat her on the head. He tried to ignore the need between his legs, instead focusing on boring things like sports and exams to get himself out of the mood.

“But now I’m worrying about it! You know I can’t tell anyone anything you tell me, right?”

“Just drop it,” he said, feeling himself go soft. He gingerly peeled back the covers, careful not to accidentally stimulate himself again, before swinging his feet over the side of the bed away from the inquisitive fillybot behind him. “Why don’t you hop into the bathroom so I can get dressed,” he instructed, feeling the weight on the bed shift as she jumped down and trotted to the bathroom.

He quickly slipped into a pair of jeans and another plain tee, this time he selected a cool grey colour.

“Can I come out now?” Scoots asked from behind the bathroom door.

“Sure,” Steven called back, idly sitting down and flipping open his laptop to get some more work done.

Scootaloo silently crawled under his chair and plopped herself atop his feet, her comfy belly fur warming his toes. This was nice for a while until she grew noticeably restless and began shuffling and wriggling to try to get more comfortable.

Eventually, it became too much for Steven to bear, and he shuffled his feet out from under her, prompting her to emerge from under the coffee table, a pout set across her muzzle.

Steven sighed, “Alright then, come up,” he said, patting his lap.

She beamed as she bunched up her hindquarters and launched herself up onto his waiting lap with a whir of her motors and a puff of air from her hydraulics. Steven tensed and waited for a heavyweight to crush his thighs, but Scootaloo was surprisingly light.

“Just try to keep still, okay?” he asked.

He tried to return to his work, but the magnetic cuteness was just too strong. He couldn’t help but place his hand on her soft head and begin to run it down her back. She hummed happily as he pet her soft mane, stretching out like a cat.

A smile crept across Steven’s face at her actions. He still couldn’t be sure it wasn’t all just a ploy to get him to buy her, but if such realistic expressions and behaviours could be taught, it was nothing short of impressive.

Hm, I wonder… he thought to himself, giving up on getting any work done and letting his petting hand wander further down her back, scratching lower and lower. He found a few spots which she seemed to like more than others, prompting him to hunt down the rest of them with his probing digits.

His search was stopped in its tracks, however, by a slightly wet, pliable feeling under his fingertips under the filly’s tail. His heart leapt into his throat as he accidentally pressed his finger against what could only be an incredibly accurate vagina. If Scootaloo felt anything when he touched her, she was good at hiding it, her gleeful grin undisturbed as she waited for his next move.

Snapping out of his filly-induced distraction, he tried to keep calm as he petted back up her back and mane and ignored the slight stickiness left on his fingers.

He gingerly lifted his arm back to his laptop and returned to his work, prompting an unsatisfied huff from his lap.

He tried to get absorbed back into his work and ignore her protests.

Alas, the wriggly little robot on his knees wouldn’t let him focus. She writhed atop him, rubbing her belly against his knees.

“Jesus Christ, tiny horse, what do you want?” he groaned.

“I’m boooored!” she whined.

“How can you be bored? You waited hours for me last time!”

“But now you’re here, but all you’re doing is working!”

Steven sighed, “Fine, what do you want to do,” he said, closing his laptop. Work would have to wait until he tired her out, if that was even possible.

“Let’s play a game!” she said as she leapt from his lap and trotted over to the dresser to the side of the room. She slid open a drawer and pulled out a box of jumbo-sized playing cards and a pack of ‘UNO’. Time seemed to slow down as she reached into the drawer, her tail lifting and giving Steven a totally unrestricted view of the same faux-pussy his hand had pressed against earlier.

He felt his cheeks grow hot with shame. As much as he hated watching, he just couldn’t tear his gaze away from the gentle swaying of her rear as she hunted for what she was looking for. What must have only taken mere seconds felt like hours of excruciating awkwardness.

Eventually, however, she found what she was looking for, her tail lowering to hide her privates once again as she turned to face him. In her mouth was a pair of cardboard packages for card games.

“Go Fish or UNO?” she asked through the objects in her mouth.

“UNO,” Steven stammered quickly, his face returning to its usual pasty white as he pushed the memory of her compromising position out of his head. There was no way she intended to do such a lewd thing, right?

The grinning filly put the playing cards back, hopped back over to the table, and jumped up onto the chair on the opposite side. Sitting on her hindquarters, one could only just see her LCDs and muzzle poking out from underneath the table, even as she stretched her neck as far out as she could to see over it.

After trying to reposition herself a few times, she resorted to simply rearing up on her hind legs and bracing herself on the table. She balanced on one hoof while she used the other and her muzzle to unpack the UNO cards.

Unfortunately, she then ran into a new problem: shuffling.

Steven watched as she placed the stack of cards down on the table and began to gingerly place each card into six piles. It wasn’t long before he grew tired of the painstaking process she was making.

“Would you like some help?” he asked. Scoots grinned sheepishly and gave a quick nod, sliding her piles and the rest of the deck over to him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be my assistant while I’m here? I wouldn’t think that distracting me from my work is a part of your job description,” He questioned as he made light work of finishing the job, mixing the cards thoroughly before dealing one card to either side of the table.

“Nuh-uh, my job is to make you enjoy staying here, and there’s no way you can enjoy your stay if all you’re doing is being boring and working!”

Scootaloo lifted each card one by one, saving it to her memory before placing it back face down on the table. Steven simply grabbed his hand and looked over his cards for a moment before flipping over the top card from the deck.

The little robot looked over at him with an uncharacteristically fierce look in her eyes.

“I’m not gonna go easy on you!” she said, placing down her first card, a green ‘pick-up two’.

Steven let out an exaggerated sigh and picked up two cards from the deck. His heart swelled a little at the little bot’s joy. He still couldn’t tell whether it was all just a marketing ploy that she was so adorable, but as they played he couldn’t help but grin at her enthusiasm.

He slid his card across the table, a ‘draw four’. A snort escaped his nose as Scootaloo’s face soured while she wordlessly scooped up four extra cards.

“Hey, I never said I was going to go easy on you, either!” he teased.

They played a few rounds of UNO, with Steven winning each time except for the last round. He didn’t know if Scoots could even produce tears, but with the frown she was sporting by the end of his third win, he didn’t want to risk making her upset.

Of course, he kicked himself for such a thought. He reminded himself that she was just a robot, but it was impossible to ignore her cute little personality quirks.

“I’m bored with this game,” Scootaloo stated plainly, clearly deciding that they were done as she collected all the cards and dumped them in a pile, awkwardly using her hooves to fiddle with the pile and trying to fit it back into the box it came from.

Steven glanced over at his laptop, which he’d moved to the side to make room for the game. A sense of dread welled up in his stomach. For the first time in what felt like forever, he had no intention of going back to work right then and there.

“What do you want to do, then?” he asked as he watched her slide the deck towards the edge of the table, holding the box with her other hoof. Her tongue poked from her mouth as she carefully angled it and shimmied the cards in before sealing the deck and hopping down from her seat.

“I’ve got another game we can play, it’ll be really fun, I promise~,” she said as she waltzed over to the drawer, her flank swayed gently. She stopped at the drawer to look over her shoulder at him.

His heart skipped a beat at her words, she couldn’t possibly be meaning what he thought she meant?

She bent over again as she rooted through the drawer, even though she managed to keep her tail down this time, he couldn’t help but be reminded of how she looked the first time. He gulped as his mind wandered and he felt an uncomfortable feeling wash over him, what if this was her plan all along? Would he be able to stop himself from going too far?

His paranoia mounted as she searched, before quickly dying out as she proudly lifted a large square box out of the drawer: Monopoly.

Steven breathed a sigh of relief. As he thought, she was far too innocent to realize the subtext of what she was saying.

She slid the box onto her back and confidently waddled back to the table, her motors whirring as her hardware stabilized her movements to keep the box perfectly perched atop her back.

Taking another shaky breath to calm himself, he took the box from her back and began setting it up. He noticed that all his worrying and thinking had made him more than a little hungry, and a growl from his stomach made the whole room aware of it too.

“Hey, why don’t you order room service, just the salmon I ate last night, I don’t want a repeat of last time,” he instructed, causing the filly to straighten up, her eyes turning to spinning ‘loading’ symbols for a few seconds before she returned to her cheerful self once again.

“All done!” she chimed.

Using her head, she gently nudged and adjusted the chair she had been sitting on, sliding it around the table until it sat just beside Steven. She leapt back up onto it and confidently shuffled close to the human, who instinctively let his hand fall down onto her head and started to pet her.

“Alright,” he said, still running his fingers through her mane. “I’ll start, then?” he said, finishing setting up the game. Scootaloo simply nodded.

He picked up the dice, shaking them in his hand in preparation to throw them. But just as he went to let go, the familiar chime of the ringtone he’d set for his boss sounded from his pocket.

Letting out a sigh, he placed the dice down on the board and slipped his phone out. “Hey Jackie,” he said, taking his hand off Scootaloo’s head absentmindedly.

“Hey! How’s everything going, enjoying your break?” came the voice on the other end of the phone.

Scootaloo looked up at him pleadingly, clearly upset at the lack of petting going on. “Come onnn, keep going!” she complained, tugging at his shirt a little. He shot her a disapproving look and shook his head a little.

“Yep, everything’s going just fine!” he replied, brushing her hoof away.

“Sounds like you’re making ‘friends’ already, and here I thought you were above flings,” the lewd-minded manager teased.

“N-No! It’s not like that, it’s this android that came with my room and—”

“Ah, truly embracing the pleasures of the 21st century, then. I can’t say I blame you, San Fran is one freaky place.”

“Pleeeease keep going?” Scootaloo begged, rearing up and placing both her hooves on him.

“Again, it’s not like that. You know me, I’d never do anything like that,” Steven said, ignored the bot.

“I thought I did, but it sounds like she’s pretty keen for whatever it is you’re doing,”

“She’s basically just a kid! I’m not that kind of sicko!”

Jess fell silent for a moment, clearly thrown off by this new information. “You know what, we’ll just save it for when you get back, hm? Enjoy… Whatever it is you’re doing, and I’ll see you in a couple of days, okay?” she said.

“W-Wait, I—” he started to complain, but she had already hung up.

Anger quickly began to well up inside him, twisting and turning in his belly as it got closer and closer to bursting out of him. He glared down at the filly, who clearly noticed his anger as she let go of his shirt and folded her ears back. Resisting the urge to punt the little robot across the room, he rose from his seat, grabbed his laptop and slipped it into his backpack.

“I’m going out.” He stated plainly, storming towards the door.

“W-Wait, what about our game, and the rooms service?”

“I’ll pay for the room service, I just don’t want to be here right now. I’m here to relax, not have my job ruined by some dumb robot!” he called back, swinging the door open and slamming it behind him.

A few onlookers noticed him in the hallway, prompting him to take a breath to calm himself down. Thinking about it, he probably overreacted, but he couldn’t well go back in and apologise in the state he was in.

Instead, he set off down the hall, determined to find a coffee shop to work in. He could probably get more done without horse-based distractions, anyways.

Just like before, Scoots was waiting for him when he arrived back at his room. A sad smile was written onto her face, and her ears were still folded back apologetically.

“I-I’m sorry for what happened earlier…” she muttered as he stepped into the room. “I-I talked to the human relation assistants, they told me what I did wrong. In the future, I can become non-verbal whenever you’re talking to another human if you’d like…”

“No,” Steven sighed, kneeling down to her level. “I wouldn’t do that to you, I overreacted, I should have explained what I wanted you to do.”

The pair sat in silence for a moment before Scootaloo gingerly reached up and wrapped her hooves around him. Steven responded in kind, giving the little bot a tight hug.

“We’re good?” he asked.

“M-Mhm…” Scoots hummed, placing her head against his chest.

Breaking the hug, Steven rose back to his feet. “Hey, do you like movies?” he asked.

“I-I’ve never actually seen one…” Scootaloo replied.

“Well, we should definitely fix that, right?” he said affectionately. “Why don’t we try Netflix again, let me browse for myself this time, okay?”

Scootaloo nodded, turning on the TV and pulling up Netflix. Steven set down his backpack and sat up on the bed. He used the remote to flick through movie after movie, but nothing seemed to catch his eye.

The little robot climbed up next to him, her ears pricked in anticipation as she watched him browse through each movie.

While the gorier horror movies certainly interested him, he couldn’t help but feel they were a little too intense for his ‘assistant’. He was sure she’d seen much worse, but a strange sense of responsibility welled up inside him as if he was supposed to protect her from such things.

Instead, he decided to put on the latest ‘X Men’ movie. Despite having seen it, Steven was sure that Scootaloo would at least find it interesting, given her boisterous nature.

He hit play and watched as the little filly got sucked into the world of the movie. Her eyes were transfixed on the screen, observing the intense and ridiculous action scenes that played out before her.

Confident that she was too distracted to complain, Steven turned his attention to his backpack beside his bed. He pulled his laptop from it and opened it up on his lap, despite his best intentions, what he’d said to Scootaloo weighed far too heavily on his mind to get any real work done. Now that the drama was over, it was time to get stuck in and finish it off.

Luckily, his sense of timing meant that he looked up from his work just as the characters on screen were about to engage in a thoroughly inappropriate sex scene. He glanced over at Scootaloo, who was still completely focused on the movie. Leaping into action, he managed to cover her eyes at just the right moment.

“Hey!” she cried, trying to look over his hand.

Steven paused as his face flushed with embarrassment. What was he doing? Scootaloo probably knew more about this kind of stuff than he did anyways, given the intense porn she unashamedly put on the night before. But despite his rational mind’s objections, he couldn’t bring himself to take his hand away.

Eventually the scene came to a close. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and removed his hand, revealing Scootaloo’s frustrated gaze. He let her return to watching the film, tapping away at his keyboard as he got back to work.

He found he noticed each time the scantily clad superheroes appeared on screen, with each appearance came the urge to cover Scoots’ eyes yet again, but he managed to resist for her sake.

Over time, Scootaloo began to inch closer and closer to him. He noticed, of course, but he didn’t mind the slight shuffling of her chassis against the mattress. He didn’t even mind when she stopped him from continuing his work by placing her head in his lap. Instead, he simply closed his laptop and pushed it to the side, idly petting her as the movie came to a close.

His petting continued as he let the timer count down to the next auto-selected movie, the next in the series. Usually, he was a ‘one movie a night’ kind of guy, but he wasn’t really focused on what was going on onscreen anyways.

By the time the next movie finished, however, he was well and truly ready for bed. Being around Scootaloo was starting to have a strangely calming effect on him, and even though it wasn’t even all that late, he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

He picked the robot up and set her down on the edge of the bed so he could roll off and don his pyjamas.

Scootaloo didn’t even have to be told, she hopped down and made for the bathroom immediately.

“Why do humans even sleep in clothes? Don’t all the sheets and stuff cover you up anyways?” she asked, poking her muzzle out from behind the door.

“Usually for warmth, or so our roommates don’t walk in on us in the morning and embarrass us,” he replied, slipping into his silky nightwear. “I live alone and I have AC, so I normally don’t bother, but seeing as you’re here, and you’re basically like a roommate…”

Scootaloo took a moment to process this information. “So you just, like, don’t want me to see your penis?” she said, a hint of childish amusement in her voice.

Steven was stunned for a few seconds. “W-Well, I suppose if you wanted to put it bluntly, yes,” he confirmed, his face warming with a slight blush. “Y-You can come out now,” he instructed as he pulled his nightshirt over his head.

He wiggled into the bed, prompting Scootaloo to turn off the lights and promptly hook herself to her charging station before jumping up on the bed next to him.

The pull of sleep tugged on his brain, but he found the room far too hot to get any real sleep. Despite what he’d just explained, there was really only one option. He waited to hear Scootaloo’s cooling fans slow to a stop before he slid his hands down his body and squirmed out of his pyjamas. He reminded himself to wake up before she did and at least put his pants back on.

He relished the feeling of the coolness of his sheets, stretching out to enjoy every inch of the bed not taken up by the small bot perched beside him. Glancing over at her, he thought back on the events of the day.

Was her flirtiness really just innocence? He’d already admitted she knew more about human sexuality than her personality would have had him believe, but was it even possible for her to feel lust? Or even love? He’d never be so presumptuous as to ask her, and even if he did, he had to remember that she was meant to be selling herself, surely it would be advantageous to feign interest in him to sell more product.

He didn’t get much of a chance to ponder these things, as sleep quickly claimed him and his eyes fluttered shut.

Steven awoke to the pleasant feeling of fur against his bare chest and wrapped around his torso. It was soft and plush, like a teddy bear he might have had as a kid. As feeling returned to the rest of his body, he also noticed that his member was also pressed into the warm fluff, stiff and twitching against the firm mass.

It quickly dawned on him was said mass was.

Scootaloo had clearly switched from sleeping on the bed to sleeping in the bed. He felt her shifting and shuffling against him, and the sound of rushing liquid and her cooling fans told him that her body was unnaturally hot.

Each of her shuffling motions pushed her crotch up hard against his leg, having managed to wriggle her hindquarter up and in between his legs, leaving her straddling him under the sheets. Her face was contorted into a strangely aroused expression which filled him with a sense of unease. He quickly came to the realization that Scootaloo wasn’t just getting comfortable against him: she seemed to be having some kind of ‘robo-wet dream’!

Panic quickly began to rise in Steven’s chest. Was she awake? Was she conscious of what she was doing? Could robots even move in their sleep?

The latter was quickly answered as he tried to pull his body away, only to prompt the small bot to grip tighter.

His motions also seemed to have a more drastic consequence. His cock rubbed against her soft fur every time he tried to wiggle free of her vice-like cuddle. He was made painfully aware that he hadn’t cum in over three days, almost a record for him.

Wet precum trailed along her lower belly as his member spasmed against her, sending shots of pleasure up through his body. He gingerly tried to pull himself away once again only to feel her hind legs clamp down on him as she pushed against his body, once again forcing his shaft to press against her.

His body seemed to move of its own accord. No matter how much he complained to himself, he couldn’t help but begin to subtly gyrate his hips, gasping quietly at the rush of lust that filled him with each movement. He already felt an orgasm approaching, he wasn’t used to going more than a day or so without relief, and the most primal parts of his mind were itching to take the opportunity to feel the sweet release of climax.

He clenched his fist and summoned the willpower to stop himself, he gritted his teeth to try to stem the building pressure in his loins. There was no way he was going to do something so disgusting as cumming on what was essentially a talking animal, and a ‘young’ one at that!

However, it seemed Scootaloo had other plans. She let out the cutest whimper in her sleep and redoubled her efforts. Steven felt a warm wetness on his bare leg, if he wasn’t in such a panic, he might have been impressed at the sheer level of detail her designers had put into her sexual organs.

Alas, his mind was running at a million miles a minute, and he had no time to spare for such thoughts. Her sudden movements threw him off his game yet again, and he felt his body taking over again as he rubbed his twitching manhood against her, leaving trails of pre across her fur.

He tried to at least forget that she was there. He summoned forth images in his mind of beautiful human women, pornstars, actresses, the girl from work he had a crush on once. But every time his mind wandered back to the same images of Scootaloo.

In his head, she was perched just as she was the day before, with her head down and her flank up while she searched for a game to play. His mind’s eye watched as she let out a soft, feminine gasp and her tail lifted to reveal her dripping sex. He traced the beads of fluid dripping down her leg in long strands, each one another invitation for him to truly ‘entertain’ himself with her.

Back in reality, he let out a deep grunt of pleasure as he mercilessly humped against her, wrapping his arms around her barrel to give himself better purchase to drive his cock into the inviting cushion of softness.

He mentally screamed at himself to stop, but all the sensations between his legs were impossible to resist. His breath was shaky against her mane as he let her grip him and pull him closer in her dreams.

“F-Fuck…” he muttered, feeling the pressure from before returning, desperate for release.

A mix of disgust and pleasure coursed through his body as he continued to fight himself, the only thing worse than grinding on an underaged horsebot was cumming on an underaged horsebot, and he hadn’t quite reached that point yet!

Steven quickly approached his peak, the point of no return. His light thrusts grew firmer, which Scootaloo seemed receptive to as she responded by redoubling her own efforts, grinding harder against his leg.

I can’t let myself do this! He thought, desperately pleading with his body in a last-ditch attempt to stop himself from defiling the innocence beside him.

Just as he reached the point of climax, he managed to tear himself away. He gritted his teeth and tensed to stop himself from leaking even a single drop of cum. Panting for breath, he reached down towards the end of the bed, gripping his pyjama pants and gingerly wiggling them up his body.

His hand brushed against Scoots’ belly as he finished shimmying his pants on, leaving a warm, wet feeling on it. A new wave of panic set in as he grabbed a bunch of his sheets and used it to mop up as much of his precum as he could.

He barely had time to think about what had just happened before her eyes flickered awake, greeting him with the same innocent gaze as ever.

“Good morning, Steven!” she said as she sat up. Everything seemed normal, too normal.

Alright, just play it cool, if she really was asleep, she won’t remember a thing! Steven told himself.

“R-Remember what I told you about sleeping under the covers?” he asked, casually booping her nose from under the covers while he used his other hand to slip his still-erect cock under the waistband of his pants, his years of shared dorm living had made him a master of the stealth-boner.

“Hehe, oops!” she said gingerly, squirming her way out and coming to rest atop the sheets. He seemed to have gotten most of the precum out of her fur, only a few tiny dark spots remained.

“Hey! Your heartrate’s gone up!” she remarked. “Do you need me to call a doctor?”

Steven froze in the middle of putting his shirt on. He had no idea she could do that!

“N-Nope! I’m all good, just a rough dream, is all!”

“Oh, I have dreams like that sometimes! But most of my dreams are awesome!” she said, rolling off the bed and unplugging her charging cable.

“I see…” he said, unless she was lying, she really was asleep during the… Incident. He finished slipping his shirt on and got out of the bed himself. He quickly set about grabbing some day clothes and heading for the bathroom, leaving Scoots to do as she pleased for the time being.

He dumped his clothes and turned the shower to cold, his heart still racing as he stepped in and felt his erection disappear almost instantly.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he turned his attention back to analysing recent events. He couldn’t let such a thing happen again, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be so lucky the next time, especially if she woke up in the middle of her ‘dream’.

He slowly shifted the water temperature to warm, satisfied that his arousal was well and truly at bay for the time being. He quickly washed himself down and dried himself off.

Back in the main room, Scootaloo was rather quiet, she didn’t seem to have much to say at all, which Steven figured was either a very good or very bad thing. Flashes of the images which filled his mind before flashed in his mind at the sight of her. He couldn’t be around her that day.

“I guess I’ll go out for the day, then,” he said, slipping his laptop into his bag and slinging it onto his bag.

“Okay!” Scootaloo replied. She was cheerful enough, he guessed.

As he swung the door open, he took one last glance over his shoulder to see Scootaloo in a curious position. She was curled up, on her haunches, licking herself the same way a cat would. She looked up at him and grinned before returning to licking down further and further, before coming to a stop around her lower belly.

Steven shuddered. He had a feeling the little horse knew more than she let on.

Somehow, he didn’t feel as bad about that fact as he should have.

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.

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.