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1 Thingpone 1
2 Thingpone 2: Blobby Boogaloo
3 Thingpone 3: The Quest for Anon
Thingpone 1

 >You're Anon, and you're almost starting to regret ever getting into the occult.
"Dammit Thing, this isn't fair!"
>"Hwhy, sowndz like hyoo're jest med, Anon-theeng"
>You're still not entirely used to her (it's?) bizarre accent.
>A few weeks ago, you found a dusty old tome in the back room of Twilight's library, and after a few "Ia! Ia! Shiggurath R'lyeh!"'s, you had a new roommate.
>Of course, that's only becuase she was bound to the house by some strategic placement of salts and wards, by demand of he princess
>She didn't seem to mind, of course. >Apparently, your little corner of Equestria suited her just fine, so long as you kept her supplied with a steady diet of dead mice and spider legs.
>And right now, she was busting your balls in a way you never thought possible.
>You decided to challenge her to a few rounds of Mortal Kombat, thinking it might be a new experience for the eldritch monstrosity
>You were wrong
>As you were subjected to your 6th fatality in as many minutes, you contemplated asking twilight for some banishment ritual advice

>Looking dejectedly at the screen as Thing's character rips out your still-beating heart, you start to think of something else you could be doing
>"Hwell Anon-thing, huow about best sieven out ov thierteen?"
>She looks up at you, snakelike tongue hanging slightly out of her muzzle, eyes wide and puppy-like
>You try to ignore the misshapen face emerging from her chest cavity, contorted into a howl of torment and suffering
"Nah, we've been sitting on our asses for a while. Wanna take it outside?"
>Her eyes light up with excitement
>"Hyoo mean..."
>You smile devilishly
"Fuck yeah I do. Let's get our fight on, Thingaling."

>A few minutes later, you're outside in your combat clothes
>Really, you're just shirtless, wearing loose pants and light sandals
>You've grabbed your small sword and shield, made for you courtesy of the local blacksmith pony, and are practicing your moves against some trees
>Living against the edge of the Everfree forest away from Ponyville proper, you have lots of room around your house to run around >Thing emerges from the house after you've warmed up, happily flailing at the air with her tentacles and barbed hooks.
>She trots happily to your side, grin splittling her face from ear to ear
>Literally
>"So Anon-theeng, hwhat form zshall I take this taime? It Thaat is of Trees, The Fuorm of Stown, It That Burnsss and Freesess?"
>You've definitely never heard of the first two before, and your encounter with the latter left you sore for a fortnight.
"How about the Lashing? That one was fun last time."
>She beams, nodding happily
>"To be owf Lazsh is my vavourite song!"
>Whatever that means.
"Awesome. Oh, and Thing?"
>She tilts her head questioningly, unnerving-but cute smile still plastered in her face
>You wink
"Mix it up a little."

>You each take your positions, about 20 yards apart under the shadow of a tall, crooked tree
>You bounce on the balls of your feet, adrenaline pumping through your body
"Alright, ready when you are, Thing!"
>She nods, and suddenly explodes into an intangible, mind boggling array of lashing tentacles and hooks
>You dash forward into the fleshy maelstrom, hacking and cutting at the appendages as they dart around you
>Tentacles fly off around you, flopping against the ground, each emitting spurts of black, sulfur-scented ooze
>That's new; before, they just disappeared into smoke.
>From within the hail of tentacled assault, you can make out the distorted face of Thing giggling happily
>You're not sure she can feel pain; so far as you can gather, your little combat sessions appear to only tickle her

>You fight until you're nearly out of breath, littering the ground with fallen chunks of squirming tentacle meat
>You can see Thing furrowing her brow in concentration, trying to find a gap in your defences as she slowly ran out of arms
>Suddenly, you leap forward towards her, sword raised
>Sneak attack, motherfucker.
>Without missing a beat, she smiles, and disappears into a cloud of sulphuric smoke.
>Coughing, trying to get your bearings, you see the fallen tentacles rise up, each taking on a new form.
>Shit, this *was* new.
>Before you knew what was happening, at least 50 Things were leaping towards you, each copy of the cute little eldritch mare bearing her fangs and claws
>You close your eyes, preparing for the worst
>*thud*
>You open them, to find Thing's many, many arms wrapped around you, mouth firmly pressed against your own.
>Chuckling softly, you return the kiss, and hold her to you.
>"Faytawlitee!" She says, trying and failing adorably to mimic the Mortal Kombat announcer
"Fine, you win. At least I was close this time."
>You walk towards the door, holding her close as she nuzzled into your neck
>Immediately, you realize walking's a bad idea. You're sore as hell: you know you'd be bruised to shit tomorow.
"Goddamn, you fucked me up, Thing. Want to take a bath?"
>She looks up at you with eyes that seem to reflect some mad light from the depths of reality itself.
>Faintly, you can hear screaming off in the distance. You ignore it as usual, as she gently trails a bony, supple appendage up the inside of your leg.
>"Shyure"


FIN
Thingpone 2: Blobby Boogaloo

 >Be Anon, cuddling in the tub with Thingpone after a hard day's fight.
>You're bruised and sore, but the warm chamomile bubble bath you two are sharing quickly eases your aching muscles
>Her head is resting against your chest, eyes closed as she happily purrs her contentment.
>One of her oddly rigid tentacles is gently rubbing against your back, loosening up your tension
>One of her other tentacles is massaging... other places
>Fuck yeah, this was heaven.
>Suddenly, you hear a rapping at the door.
>Dammit.
>Thingaling looks up at you, one eye blearily half open.
>"Hwant me to gyet it?"
>You sigh exasparatingly, stretching out in preparation for your departure from the mind-numbing comfort.
"Nah, don't worry, I'm on it."
>You step out of the tub, unwrapping yourself from Thing's grasp and wrapping yourself in a nearby towel.
>Who could it be? You don't usually get visitors.
>Whoever it was, they'd better have a damned good excuse for interrupting your sexy time with your favourite otherworldy horror.

>You open the door to the last thing you ever could have expected.
>A... blob.
>Specifically, a blob of pink goo somehow crammed into a lacy black corset
>Fucking gross.
>Actually, all things considered, you shouldn't be too surprised to see something like this at your door.
>You're still not sure what happened to the extragalactic portal after you banished it.
>Lost in shock, you realize you haven't greeted your... guest?
>However, it speaks first.
>"Ummm... I heard this was the home of Anonymous?"
>You're not entirely sure how it's talking, but it's clearly managing somehow.
>From deep within its body, a vaguely sultry, feminine voice echoes.
"Er, yeah, that's me. How can I help you?"
>It gulps nervously; some of its fluid shifts around, shifting from side to side.
>If your previous experience with horrifying monstrosities is anything to go by, it seems... nervous.
>"Oh, well, I just wanted to meet you in person. Do you mind if I come in?"
"Okaayyy..."
>Not sure what the hell was going on, you step aside and let her in.
>She leaves a trail of pink slime behind her; you idly wonder what it'll take to scrub that out of the carpet.
>She drapes her strangely quivering pink form on the couch,
>"Anon-theeng, who ees eyt?"
>Oh, right.

>Thingpone steps out of the bathroom, several appendages and tentacles maneuvering a towel across her body.
>Hot.
"Hey Thing, this is..."
>You realize you haven't bothered to ask for the blob's name.
>Taking her cue, the blob finishes your sentence.
>"Just call me Blobette. You must be Anon's roommate?"
>Thing raises an eyebrow suspiciously.
>Oh.
>Ohhhhh.
>This wasn't going to end well.
>Thing trots over to your side, throwing away the towel and taking care to sway her hips around
>U-unf
>Blobette reacts... differently.
>She slowly rises from the couch, turning a darker, angrier shade of pink.
>"I'm hees *mayr*-friend, acchually."
>You taught her that term a week ago; you weren't entirely sure "mare" was the best word for her, but it was close enough.
>She still chews on the word; Her grasp on your language is tenuous at best.

>Blobette harrumphs as Thing drapes a tentacle around your waist.
>Damn, you never knew Thing could get so defensive.
>Maybe she was more attached to you than you thought.
>"Not if I have anything to say about it!"
>Blobette turns to you
>Really, she just shifts some of her mass over to the side so the corset was facing in your general direction, but you know, semantics.
>"Anon, darling, I've been watching you from afar for quite some time, and... well, I want to be with you. I can pleasure you in ways you never thought possible, fulfill your wildest dreams..."
>She trails off.
>You look at her (it?), at a loss for words.
>Her corset is slowly leeching into her mass, steadily disintegrating, and the couch will *definitely* need ot be replaced.
>Thing grits her teeth and holds you closer to her.
>"He ees mine, yew nasty-azz harlowt!"
>Damn, you'd never seen Thing this pissed before.
>You nod your head in agreement
"Yeah, I'm sure you're nice and whatever, but... I don't know you. At all. And as you can see, I'm taken."
>You place your arm around Thing's side, hoping the gross blob will just leave and you can return to the comfy bath.

>Nope.
>With a cry, Blobette takes a grab at your arm
>Holy fucking shit
>Your skin starts burning, the pink goop sizzling away your arm hair in an instant
>You jerk your arm back, gritting your teeth and wincing in pain.
>Clearly, that was enough for Thing.
>Pincers and tentacles erupting from her body, she strikes at the Blob, angrily cursing and snarling
>"Yew szlut! Yew weel NAWT touch mine Anon-theeng! WHOARE!"
>She jabs and slicing at the blob, each strike pushing her further and further back out of the house.
>The blob makes a strange, low hissing noise, and responds in kind; she starts laying into Thing with arms of pink ooze.
>Each one striking against Thing sizzles against her skin, sloughing off chunks of extra-dimensional pony.
>Only getting more and more enraged, Thing opens the entire upper half of her body into a great, slathering maw
>Giving an almighty screech, she leaps on Blobette, engulfing the corset-clad monstrosity with her fang-lined mouth.
>You look on helplessly as the muffled screeching is eventually replaced by a single mighty gulp.
>Mouth back to normal, skin burned and stretched taut in rapidly-healing scar tissue across her neck and chest, Thing looks at you happily.
>She licks her lips and looks at you with a sly smile
"Damn, Thing, that was awesome. You feeling alright?"
>She drapes herself over your chest, eyes looking into your hungrily
>"Aye don't knuow, Anon-thing, I think I meight have been hurt a leetle..."
>You catch her drift.
>Without a word, you press your lips into hers, feeling her long, saliva-drenched tongue lapping against yours
>Screw the bath, you were taking this to the bedroom.

FIN
Thingpone 3: The Quest for Anon

 >Be Thingpone
>You've been alone for... well, a while.
> At first, you weren't really worried.
>After all, your Anon-thing was pretty tough, and this wasn't the first time he'd been gone for a few days.
>Just a quick trip to Canterlot, he said; apparently, the queen wanted him to represent his dimension in a royal wedding for a couple of days
>You weren't invited...
>Idly licking the syrupy ichor dripping from your fresh-grown talons, you figured the reasons were obvious.
>Most ponies couldn't stand to be around you, which suited you just fine.
>The voices from beyond the void, the whispers from under the eaves of the Everfree and Anon were the only company you really cared for.
>And now, one of those things had been missing for... time.
>You still weren't entirely clear on how time flowed in this strange place.
>Something to do with the great fire in the sky, and the ponies' princess god.
>All pretty arbitrary and beyond you, really.
>However time passed, too much of it had, and you were determined to do something about it.

>Suddenly, your front door crashes open, rudely interrupting your tense, frustrated lounging session.
>You scowl at the intruders; a tall, gleaming alicorn and her blue-maned guard.
>On the alicorn's chest, a gleaming gold necklace, emblazoned with the image of the pony fire-sphere.
>Ah.
>This must be their princess.
>This should be good.
>You get up, taking care to yawn and stretch your talons wide enough to casually brush against the walls of your room.
>As if you were intimidated by this... tall-pony-horse-thing.
>You smile as the blue-maned stallion recoils
>The alicorn princess, however, appears entirely unperturbed by your display.
>She speaks up, voice loud, clear, authorative, and... annoying.
>"You must be the housemate of a Mr. Anonymous?"
>You bristle at the awkward name they gave him.
"My Anon-theeng, yes. Hwhere ees he? I hwas expecting him lawng befour now."
>You still awkwardly spit out the words, your fanged, polymorphic mouth struggling to form the pony language.
>You aren't in a hurry to fix that, though; your Anon-thing assures you the accent is adorable.
>"Well, there's been... an incident. Changelings have invaded Canterlot, and made away with your... Anon-thing, as well as the royal bride. We've been unable to find them, and my student Twilight has assured me that you have the ability to do so."
>Hrm.
>Interesting.

>Your anon-thing was trapped, taken by changelings to who-knows-where, and the most powerful figure in this strange little land wanted your help.
>Well, if it meant getting him back, who were you to refuse?
>And if you helped rescue the other taken ones...
>Well, whatever, you just wanted Anon-thing back.
>You give a wide, toothy smile, revelling in the look of fear in the stallion's eyes.
>Screwing with pony-folk was just too easy, and far too fun.
"I'll tayyk own yewr task, fiery wawn, ferr my Anon-theeng. But only if yew stay owt ov my way; I do nawt work wayll weeth yewr pony-folk."
>The blue-maned stallion looks at you angrily, momentarily forgetting his fear.
>"Look, my fiance is in there, with those things. If you won't take my help... Promise me you'll bring her back safe."
>Poor thing, he looked genuinely worried. You place a tentacle against your chest tuft pompously
"Ai promeese, yewr loved wawn will be sayfe."
>The stallion looks into your eyes questioningly, tired eyes trying to find the lie in your eyes.
>You don't bother taking the smug expression off your face. Silly pony, thinking it can hold you to anything, ever.
>He looks over at the princess, and they simultaneously shrug.
>"Looks like that's all we're going to get out of her," the princess says under her breath.
>You heard that, but pay it no mind.
>Ponies can say what they want, you had a significant other to hunt down.

>A handful of hours later, you were on your knees, sniffing for a scent you'd become familiar with back at Canterlot.
>Changelings, apparently, subsisted on love.
>You weren't entirely sure what that was, but you know that hunger left a very, VERY unique feeling on the air
>Like the shimmering resonance of the whirling eddies of time imprinted on the fabric of reality, tinted with lavender and rosepetal.
>Your anon-thing seemed confused when you tried to explain the concept to him.
>Oh well, you're sure he'd get it eventually.
>You lift your snout, a particularly strong eddy of emotion trailing from within the crags beyond the mountains bordering on Canterlot.
>You'd left the guard who'd been tasked to aid you behind there; you were far faster on your own, your nose's abilty to eke out sensation far superior to the silly pony's.
>As you crept further and further into the wooded crags, you almost felt a tinge of fear.
>You'd never faced a changeling in person, but had heard of the havoc they'd visited on Canterlot, of the buildings and pony's left in ruin.
>You're sure you have what it takes to face them, but still... you're not immune to doubt.
>Out of a sense of nervous impulse, you assimilate the biomass of some nearby birds, their feathery bodies too slow to escape your writhing tentacles.
>The acquired nutrition inspires some newfound confidence in you.
>You *WERE* going to find this Changeling nest, and nothing this side of the cosmos could stop you from finding Anon.

>After a few more hours (and a few more devoured fauna), you found yourself at the entrance of a... cave.
>Honestly, it seemed harmless, as far as caves go. You weren't exactly afraid of dark, cramped spaces.
>Maybe your shape-shifting and night vision had something to do with that.
>But from within the depths of this cavern, you could smell the frantic scent of love and stress on the air.
>this was the place, you were sure of it.
>You were equally sure that there was more than a sizable force of Changelings ahead as well, feeding off the love of desperate captives inside.
>You decide to penetrate the shadows stealthily; becoming a small shape of writhing, veiny ropes and furtive eyes.
>No need to alert the changelings to your presence prematurely, after all.
>You crept and slithered between the stony cracks in the wall, steadily absorbing the small lizards and rodents in your path
>From beyond, you could scarcely hear a handful of chittering, insectile voices.
>Changelings, you assumed.
>Sneaking on the edge of a glowing crystal's light, you peered into a conversation happening mere metres away.
>Two changelings were walking in the murky light together, chatting and quietly laughing as they made their way down a long, winding hallway.
>You couldn't quite grasp the details, but you were sure you herad mention of fresh captives, and the joy they would have from their food.
>Not on your watch, dammit.
>You steadily slither after them, keeping out of eyeshot as you descended further into the musty cavern

>An interesting sight greets you from within the cavern.
>A small horde of changelings were gathered in a large hall, the cavern opening up to a plethora of crystal formations and grand, vaulting archways.
>Towards the back of the room, what you assumed was their queen lounged on a velour-draped chaise lounge, eyes closed happily as her jagged, hole-filled horn glowed with a sickly green aura.
>That's when you noticed what lay at her feet; Your Anon-thing, bound and gagged alongside a pastel pink alicorn princess.
>Ah, that must be the guard's fiance.
>But your Anon... Trapped, and clearly having something awful, powerful, and precious sucked out of him by this changeling queen.
>You had to put a stop to this. Now.
>Abandoning all pretense of subtlety, you emerge from the shadows, gathering your knotted, snakelike form about you in a heaving mass
>You let the shocked and terrified (at least, so you hoped) Changeling audience see your face; you gave yourself a baker's dozen eyes, and fangs the size of their legs.
>The great mass of changelings backed away from you steadily, some edging towards the cavernous passageways, each one trying to put as much distance between you and them as possible.
>All except for the queen and her captives, that was.
>Your Anon looked at you with hope welling up as tears in his eyes, while the alicorn seemed more confused than anything.
>The queen gestured at the changeling guards closest to you, those who seemed the most intimidated by your presence.
>"Well, what are you waiting for? Can't you see we have an intruder in our midst?"
>She rose, then, fixing you with a piercing green glare.
>"Seize it!"

>The changelings, after a moment's hesitation, leaped at you, fangs bared and arms outstretched.
>You didn't imagine they'd pose much a threat to you, and you were soon proved correct.
>With a bout of lashing and flailing, two of the changelings were soon reduced to a pile of minced chitin and green flesh, at the cost of a small cut along your side.
>You notice the queen stand abruptly, shocked at the grisly display.
>These changelings were clearly only used to dealing with love and corruption, and this was probably the first time they'd �encountered such stiff resistance from an intruder.
>With a cry of distress, the queen launches an assault of green magic upon you, bathing your body in green, burning light.
>It's unlike anything you've ever felt; if anything, it was similar to the lifeforce that tore you open and fixed you to this pain.
>Similar to unicorn magic, but fueled by the stuff of emotion, and... Love, was it?
>It reeks and burns of it, and though you find the sensation oddly pleasurable, you can slowly feel your skin and flesh sloughing off your form.
>In a moment of desperation, your lash out at a nearby fleeing changeling, grabbing and bringing it close to your form in the space of a few breaths
>Almost as abruptly, the changeling queen halts her assault, panting slightly.
>"What... what are you?"
>You answer angrily, still in pain from the green fire scalding your body.
"Thees is one whew hwants heer Anon-thing back."

>Before she has a chance to react, you leap forward, abandoning your changeling captive as you bound towards the queen
>Your tentacles writhe and lap at her, enveloping her limbs as the skin on your appendages erupt into a thousand mouths.
>Leering gleefully, you start to take great bites off her, your razor-lined mouths slowly carving yet more holes in her as you ate away at her magically resilient carapace.
>As you slowly started to assimilate her enchanted biomass, you felt something change within your own.
>A certain... receptiveness.
>You notice Anon and the princess watching in horrified awe as you eat away at the struggling, helpless Chrysalis, and feel something strange.
>Love.
>Of course, you had known affection, caring, and a hundred thousand sensations alien to this world of petty flesh and feeling
>After taking in this new, sorcerous biomatter, however, you began to feel love as these beings felt it.
>Raw, immediate, warm, and less distant than before.
>With that, and the incoming flow of this feeling you sensed coming from your Anon-thing, you find your appetite all but gone.
>As you pause your meal and reflect, still habitually constraining a struggling Chrysalis, you feel Anon's hand alight gently on your shoulder.
>You turn your many eyes towards him, your mouth dripping with green slaver
>He smiles, patting one of your taut, muscular tentacles.
>"That'll do, Thing. That'll do."
>You return the smile, transforming your face into its usual, adorable pony visage.
>Somehow, around your Anon-thing, you weren't quite as hungry any more.

___________________________________________________________________________________________________

>You and your Anon-thing were back in your small house by the woods by that evening, sharing each other's company again as the sun set.
>You had released Chrysalis earlier; you were sure that she wouldn't be causing any havoc for a while, and were sure that the Princess' judgement would be far less lenient.
>Indeed, the sunhorse and her guard seemed more pleased at the rescue of the princess than upset at Chrysalis' disappearance
>After receiving the "eternal gratitude" of the Princess (whatever that meant), you were free to go, listening happily as your Anon-thing told you about his adventure as a captive. �
>Now, back home, you were both free to relax
>Ever since the incident at the cave, you felt more full and fulfilled than ever before
>You were sure it had something to do with the matter you had absorbed, and the Changeling's strange brand of magic, but for now, you were content just to let it slide.
>Speaking of sliding...
>You trailed a tentacle from your spot on the couch into the kitchen, where Anon was fixing drinks and snacks for a movie night.
>Chewing your tongue in concentration, your felt your way across the floor, slowly reaching up Anon's leg
>You smile at the surprised yelp from the next room
>You had a very, very different sort of night in mind.

FIN.
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