ThingPone story - part 8 -

>Be ThingPone
>The show was nice
>You guess
>But you couldn't help but notice your husbando was still making googly eyes at Trixie
>You love him
>You do
>But he said he wouldn't do that
>It's not his fault, though
>Like he said, it's very human
>So you'll find some sort of way to reconcile this all
>...
>You can think of one
>Although
>Anon would not like it, perhaps
>In fact, he's said not to do it
>He's not the boss of you, though
>Even if you respect him deeply
>Hm
>The crowd is dispersing
>Soon, only you and Anon are left
>"Well, that was pretty good." Anon says
"Mhm~"
>"Is it okay with you if I go take care of my appointment with Applejack now, just to have it done?"
>You nod
"Sure, sure, I have some stuff I need to do myself
>"See ya later, then!"
>Anon gives you a quick kiss, then heads off to Sweet Apple Acres
>First of all, you find all of Amber's friends - or at least the one you didn't see at the show - and spread the gossip of you and anon being together
>When you get back to town, you see Trixie has moved her stuff outside of the town centre
>Perfect
>You pass Snips and Snails as they're heading back into town, looking awestruck and lovestruck at the same time
>Someone's been visiting their hero
>You head up to Trixie's wagon and step up to the door
>You hesitate for a moment
>Why are you hesitating?
>You've been in situations much worse than this
>Without flinching, even
>Okay, what are you trying to accomplish here?
>Well, Anon seems to want to fuck Trixie
>You want Anon to want to fuck you
>So you would logically Assimilate Trixie
>Like you told Anon, it wouldn't be murder or anything
>And yet, you promised him not to do that to any other ponies
>Not even ones you're sure nopony would miss
>That's a terrible thing to say, but it is fairly certain nopony would truly notice if Trixie was gone
>You got the impression Trixie was a lonely pony
>Or, Amber did
>A pang of guilt shoots through you again
>You can't do this to more ponies
>It's not right
>It's not what your husbando would want
>But...
>You're curious
>Do you need to consume somepony entirely to be able to copy them?
>You've never tried not to before
>Because usually, it's been prudent to get rid of the body
>So if you could copy someone from a little bit of DNA...
>That raises so many philosophical implications
>Not that you care that much
>You finally reach out and knock on the door
>"Come back tomorrow! The Great and Powerful Trixie needs her beauty sleep!"
>You sigh, then knock again
>"Are you deaf? Did Trixie not say to come back tomorrow?!"
>You wonder if you ought to keep your pony disguise while doing this, or if that would compromise you
>You'd figure something out
>A third time, then
>Trixe angrily pulls the door open
>Before she can say anything, you pounce on her, knocking her into the wagon, out of general line of sight
>"What is the meaning of this?! Release Trixie this instant!"
>You buck the door closed
>Then use a tentacle to snuff out the candle on her desk
"Shh, don't worry~"
>You coo as softly as you can
>Then you plant your lips on hers in a deep, passionate kiss
>She struggles against you
>You shoot your tongue-tentacle down her throat, deep into her
>Another tentacle turns into a miniature stinger
>You guide it to Trixie's flank
>Then insert it, drawing some blood
>She jerks around in your grasp, but to no avail
>Her cries are muffled by you kissing her
>Soon, she stops resisting
>In fact, she's getting into it
>Kinky
>You grow a tentacle penis
>And insert
>Trixie arches her back and cries out, breaking away from your kiss
>You thrust into her again and again
>Your only response is enthusiastic riding of your tentacle-dick and wordless exclamations of pleasure
>She's just so caught up in this, isn't she?
>...as are you
>Shit, you didn't want your husbando fucking Trixie, and what are you doing?
>You're pretty ashamed
>And yet, it feels so good
>You grow the circumference a bit and pound trixie's surprisingly tight cooch harder
>The poor girl can't stand it anymore and explodes in an orgasm that makes her twitch and spasm like crazy
>You see your chance and pull out
>Restore your disguise
>And run out the door, fleeing into the night
>"W-wait! Trixie did not even get your name!"
>Heh
>Aw
>She's kind of cute when she sounds needy
>Alas
>You manage to find some thick bushes to hide in
>Now you can actually concentrate
>You feel Trixie's memories and mannerisms rushing through you
>You were expecting this
>And yet, it's so much to take in.
>You start changing into Trixie
>And by Celestia, it seems to be working
>You wonder if you pulled it off well enough
"H-hello?"
>You recognize that voice as Trixie's
>Now you just need to get used to being her