ThingPone story - part 9 -

>You smile
>And the sides of your mouth instantly quirk into a smug smirk
>Goddamnit Trixie
>Oh well
>For now, you change back into Amber
>It would be dumb to walk around as Trixie
>You head back home to Anon
>You're planning an alibi
>Just say you were out with friends
>Maintaining appearances and whatnot
>You giggle
>Maintaining appearances
>You are a comedic genius
>You reach home
>The door is unlocked
>Not that you couldn't have opened it, even keyless
>Actually, you'd never observed ponies using keys
>Ponyville's a trusting place
>You don't see Anon downstairs
>He's probably gone to bed
>You trot upstairs, into the bedroom
>There's your angel
>Sleeping soundly
>Softly snoring
>You trot over and hop into bed, snuggling close to him
>You feel your form spilling out as you relax and slip into sleep
>It feels good


>Next Morning
>Be Anon
>There are birds tweeting outside
>Fuck them
>Ugh
>Something warm is on you
>You rub the sleep out of your eyes
>You're covered in a pile of gooey flesh with teeth, claws, eyes and tentacles everywhere
>You flinch, then catch yourself
"G-good morning, Thing."
>Thing stirs and gathers herself to be a pony
>The process continues to amaze you
>"Good morning, anon"
>She leans forward to kiss you, but stops
>As if tethered
>You both look at her hind legs
>They've merged around your waist area
>Your eyes roll back into your head and you briefly have a BSOD
>You wake up again later to Thing nuding you
>"Anon, I'm sorry!"
>You shake your head
"It's fine, it's not like you meant to. You need to stop apologizing for every little thing."
>She opens her mouth, then closes it again
>You're guessing she was going to say...well, that
>She hops off the bed and seems to bounce on the spot, much like Pinkie would
"You're energetic today. How come?"
>"Well, you know how I was all grr grr yesterday when you had your eyes glued on Trixie?"
>You rub your head sheepishly, like an anime character
"Yeah?"
>"Well, I found a good compromise. See, I was wondering if I could copy other ponies without assimilating them, and, well, short story shorter, with some DNA, I can!"
"That's grea- Wait, who did you get DNA from, and how?"
>She bluntly lays out what she did yesterday
>You're not even going to bother yelling at her
"You know this was wrong, right? I mean, better than consuming her, but still."
>She shakes her head and exhales annoyedly through her nostrils
>Then her pony shape starts morphing
>Changing color
>You hear her joints popping and creaking
>And suddenly Trixie stands in front of you
>"Is that how you adress the Great and Powerful Trixie, Anon?"
>Sweet fucking jesus
>You would've sworn it was actually Trixie if you hadn't seen...that
>"Well? Cat got your tongue?"
>ThingTrixie jumps back up onto the bed
>She's got a serious case of both bedroom eyes and bitch face
>The good kind of bitch face
>She pushes you down on the bed with a firm hoof
>"Are you so dumbfounded you cannot answer Trixie? Hmpf."
>Without much warning, she turns about and sits on your face
"Mmph!"
>"Nngh~"
>She moves her nethers around as you talk and breathe
>She smells so good
>"Now, if you would like to stop this, you must satisfy Trixie. Meanwhile, Trixie will be telling you her entire life story."
>Fuck
>You're getting such a kick out of this
>And by gods, that voice can make anything sexy
>Plus, having her soft, yet firm flanks on your face, as well as her velvety nethers...
>It's heaven
>But because she demands it, you give her a thorough licking
>Occasionally dipping into rimming, even
>She answers this with shakily continuing her rambling