ThingPone story - part 4 -

>Eventually she stops
>You open your eyes
>She looks normal
>Except the tentacles growing out of her sides
>Well, that's pretty horrifying
>But when the rest of her is that cute, it's easier to manage looking at her and not freaking out
>Her tentacles still aren't letting go of your wrists
"Uh...Thing?"
>She smirks
>"Shh, Anon. You did say yes, after all."
>Two of her tentacles start undressing you, while another reaches up and lays across your mouth
>It's slimy, and made of some fucked up material you don't recognize
>You start shaking in pure, primal terror
>Thing deftly finishes removing your pants
>Your underwear, she just rips off
>Her eyes scan over your half-chub
>She lets out a low whistle
>"That's a lovely little thing you have there" She coos
>You wince at her wording
>She just giggles
>"Now, I'm noticing you're not at full mast. What can we do to remedy that?" She asks rhetorically, then leans forward and kisses you on the lips again
>Her tentacles guide your hands to her flank
>You get into the spirit of things, realizing you won't get out of this unmolested, and dig your hands into her soft pony flanks
>She cries out in pain, muffled as she kisses you
>Her eyes get that seductive look, and her tongue enters your mouth, exploring
>Except it doesn't seem like a normal tongue
>You're trying to figure out what a horny shapeshifter might do in this situation
>Your thoughts go nowhere good
>No matter!
>You massage and stroke her flanks, and eventually you grow completely erect
>She lowers herself onto your pole, slowly at first
>You instinctively try and bite your lip, but end up biting her tongue instead
>Her body twitches with a jolt of pleasure
>You instantly wonder if you did something to hurt her
>But she doesn't seem pained so much as violently turned on
>Your mind puts two and two together
>From how much you can remember of sex ed and miscellaneous internet stuff...
>It dawns on you that her tongue might actually be a prehensile clit
>Ohgodwhat
>You try and make to spit it out, but she's forcing it down your throat
>She's getting really into it
>Her flank slams all the way down, taking your entire member inside her pussy
>You moan loudly, but it disappears under her own sounds of pleasure
>Your moan turns into a gag as she touches the back of your throat and starts going down your esophagus
>All the while, she's drawing herself back up off of your dick
>Her pussy is wet, warm and slick, and now so's your disco stick
>You decide to make the best of it
>A final stand, if she does choke you to death
>You start cooperating with her, finding the rhythm to moving your pelvis
>It's like "How Stella Got Her Groove Back"
>Except not really
>You never had groove
>You thrust into her with all the force you can muster
>And explode inside of her
>You relax, letting yourself stay on the bed, using next to no muscles
>She too orgasms, a torrent of hot marefluid splooshing out even as you're shooting off several hot loads into her
>Her vaginal muscles contract extremely tightly, milking your member for what it kind
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>You shoot out what feels like your entire fluid supply into her
>Her abdomen is starting to distend visibly
>Finally, you run out
>The two of you finally break the kiss
>She collapses on top of you, your dick still inside her
>Her head is on your chest
>The tentacles merge back into her
>She's breathing heavily
>She looks at you
>"Best Husbando~"
>And with that, she falls asleep.
>You lay there a while, stroking her mane
>Her form is, for the moment, surprisingly stable
>Heh
>Stable
>Bad Anon
>She lets out pleased sounds at your touch
>You lay there for a while, enjoying the silence and her company
>However, doubts start rearing their head
>She's a talented shapeshifter that eats people
>You could very well be walking straight into a pretty damn elaborate trap
>Hell, the note could be fabricated
>Even if it were, what would you do?
>If you did blow her cover, she'd no doubt go fucking mental and assimilate all of Equestria
>You sigh
>Your stomach rumbles
>Oh right
>Breakfast would be an idea
>You sneak out of bed
>She reflexively reaches out for you when you leave
>When she can't grab onto you, she substitutes a pillow instead
>She smiles
>You Shave, Shit and Shower - the triple S routine - then head downstairs and check the pantry
>It's pretty bare
>You've got...
>Coleslaw
>Milk
>And half-molded lettuce
>Fuck it
>You needed some fresh air anyway
>You head out, counting over the bits you've earned as a professional massager
>Oh yeah, turns out hooves can't do deep-tissue massage very well
>Anywho
>It pays pretty well
>You start heading out
>Then you remember Thing's still up there, and likely to get antsy if you're gone when she wakes up
>You write a note and hang it by the top of the stairs where she can't miss it
>"Out to buy groceries. Back soon. Love - Husbando Anon"
>Sure, that'll do
>You head out, for real this time
>You're lucky
>Market's open, and you're one of the first there
>You get a few carrots from Carrot Top
>Some wine from Berry Punch
>Some muffins from Derpy (whole-grain and very healthy, or so she claims)
>Some apples from Applejack
>You strike up a conversation with orange horse