ThingPone story - part 7 -

>Tentacles find their way around your dick
>And into places reserved for senpai
>Oh fuck
>This is no time to be making jokes
>She's teasing your ass with a tentacle
>And another near your mouth
>Fan-fucking-tastic!
>Just do all of the porn cliches, why don't you
>You have the feeling you should be more afraid than angry
>Yet that's not the case
>Suddenly
>Thing starts caressing your dick
>Soon she's jacking it like a pro
>And your worries melt away in bliss
>You even manage to not mind being triple-stuffed
>Eventually, you're brought to a climax
>As is she, judging by her cries of pleasure and uncontrollable spasms
>Then, finally, she sees fit to let you out
>By...
>Oh jesus
>Birthing you
>A grown man
>With no problem, no less
>Any exit is a good exit, even if it's traumatizing
>You crawl your way out like you were the guy from the Shawshank redemption
>You're both on the bed, panting
"Thing, what the fuck was that?"
>She doesn't answer you
"Thing, please. If we're to be Husbando and waifu, we gotta be able to trust one another."
>Thing gives a cute little exhale through her nose
>"I...I got jealous, you know?"
"I...what?"
>"Well yeah. First you talk about how you were talking to the other ponies and seem so happy about it, and now I catch you checking out Trixie!"
>Thing this is ridiculous
>You don't say that out loud, of course
>Look at it from her side
>You'd probably be insecure too
>You pull her into a hug and pet her mane
"Thing. You're my one sworn waifu, you know that. But you ought to know it's very human to instinctively observe the attractive. It does not mean I'd cheat on you, okay? Besides, it was more than that, I swear. I thought about how Trixie must be awfully lonely. A traveling magician with no friends. Some fans, maybe, but that's hardly a comfort."
>Thing looks up at you and nods, a few tears forming in her eyes
>"I...I see what you mean, Anon. I'm sorry. I just got possessive."
"It's...fine. Just...please don't do something like that without warning again, okay?"
>"I won't. Cross my heart and hope to die."
>You kiss her
"So, do we have anything else we want to do today? I mean, I have a professional appointment with Applejack, but other than that, I'm free."
>Thing shrugs
>"I'll be honest, I didn't have much of a plan today. Like I said, Amber wasn't a very notable pony, so there's not much of a social life to uphold there."
"Hm...in that case, how about we go and check out Trixie's magic act? It's an exciting bit of entertainment, after all."
>Thing nods
>"Sure. I promise I won't go all psycho-bitch on you."
>You smile at her
>The two of you get ready, then head out
>Trixie's show's just starting
>A sizeable crowd has gathered
>There's murmuring
>It sounds mostly excited, though
>Then the curtains part
>Trixie does her best confident canter onto the stage
>"Welcome, everypony, to the Great and Powerful Trixie's show!"
>Your attention shifts a bit as you see Thing talking to some other ponies
>Friends of Amber's, no doubt
>A shudder goes through you
>You refocus on the show
>She's pulling things out of her hat
>Including Snips and Snails
>Whom you'd seen in the crowd beforehand
>Volunteering fanboys, you guessed
>They always struck you as the perfect cliched toadies
>Anywho
>Trixie has moved on to rope tricks
>You have to admit, she's talented
>And kind of pretty
>No, bad
>You shouldn't be thinking this stuff
>You have a waifu
>Speaking of, she's now by your side
"How you liking it this far?"
>You ask her off-handedly, eyes still glued to the stage and the mare on it
>"It's really good! When she shuts up for a while, she's a solid entertainer."
>At least she's forward
>Trixie has now moved onto sword swallowing
>It shouldn't get your dick this hard
>But it do
>You reach down and pet Thing, scratching behind her ears
>Not sure why
>It feels good for you both
>Good enough
>"And now! For my grand finale, Trixie will catch a bullet in her teeth!"
>As the blue mare says that, a strange device is revealed
>A rube goldberg-esque machine that culminates in a gun
>You hear the crowd's collective gasping
>Even Thing
>Although maybe she's just putting on a show of her own
>A mask
>It does creep you out a bit thinking that anypony here could potentially be the same as her
>Hypothetically, at least
>Ah well
>It's not likely
>The jew machine (geddit? goldberg) starts going off
>It involves bowling balls, horse shoes, levers and other silly stuff
>You can see Trixie's a bit nervous
>Suddenly
>The gun fires
>Trixie jerks back
>Then turns to the audience, showing off the still-hot bullet held between her teeth
>She tilts her head back and swallows it and the crowd goes wild
>Then she starts pulling a long, multi-colored series of scarves tied together out of her mouth
>Fucking magic, man
>How does it work
>You hadn't noticed before, but you have a boner hard as diamonds now
>"Trixie hopes you have enjoyed the show!"
>She takes a bow and heads off back behind the curtains, closing them