Crazy Little Thing Called Love
The clock ticked loudly, slowly counting the seconds of the day. Thing lounged lazily on the couch, alternating between staring at the ceiling and staring at the clock. The ceiling was the more interesting of the two, having a noticeable stain right below the master bedroom. It was dark and brown and stood out against the white plaster. Probably some residue from when Thing had assimilated her current disguise.
Ponies were such soft, messy things.
The pale brown mare rolled over and looked back at the clock. It felt like hours had passed since she last looked, but apparently it had only been a few minutes. She groaned and pulled a pillow over her face.
Just what did Anon do all day? He said he had some sort of job he had to go to, but had never actually said what is was he did. Did he sell apples at the market with that farmer slut Applejack? Did he pose for modeling with that gold-digging whore Rarity? Did he spend hours ‘experimenting’ with that finger-obsessed bimbo Lyra?
Thing growled and tossed the pillow away. Anon wasn’t merely a protein dispenser to her. He was a creature that loved and accepted her for what she was. What she really was, underneath the layers of borrowed flesh.
Still…
Thing hopped off the couch and made her way to the door. Eating a pony's brain gave one a sense of who they were and the last one was certainly some type of worrier. Anon was probably doing perfectly normal things and not engaging in affairs with every tail-hiking cunt in town. But until Thing saw that with her own eyes, or someone’s eyes at any rate, her mind wouldn’t let her rest.
Stepping outside made Thing blink, squinting in the sunlight. Granted, sunshine was normal for Ponyville, but today the sun seemed particularly bright. She growled softly and started trotting towards the town square. That was the most likely place for Anon to be. And even if he wasn’t, it was a reasonable walk from there to everywhere else.
As Thing drew closer to the square, she could hear the sounds of dozens and dozens of ponies chatting and clopping around. The noise made her slow her walk considerably. Maybe a previous meal had been socially anxious, or maybe it was just inherent because of what she was, but Thing did not do well in crowds.
She swallowed hard and forced herself to continue forward. There wasn’t a pony alive to suspect the sweet little brown mare was a face-stealing alien, so there wasn’t a reason for her to be nervous. She rounded a corner and could now see the market in all its glory. That glory being a dozen or so stalls with three or four times that number of ponies milling about.
Thing looked towards the Apple stall first, seeing the orange harlot standing there with her trademark hat and apple products. But Applejack stood alone, no ruggedly handsome human by her side. Thing circled around to peek behind the stall, making sure Anon wasn’t crouching beneath it, giving some thrilling public cunnilingus to the cider-swilling hick. Her eyes befell no hidden humans, only a few more bags of apples.
Thing shook her head. She hadn’t actually expected to find Anon there. He never wanted to do that sort of thing with her, so why would he do it with another mare? Thing was turning to look for her lover elsewhere when a familiar voice cut through the noise.
“Hey there, Amber!”
Thing froze and turned towards the speaker, putting on a big smile when she saw who it was.
“Ah, Blossomforth, so nice to see you,” Thing lied through her numerous teeth.
The alabaster Pegasus returned the smile as she trotted over. She was yet another of Thing’s many romantic rivals. Well, as much a rival as a mare that could bend over backwards and wear her own ass as a hat could be. An impressive feat for a mere mortal mare, perhaps, but something Thing often did on accident after ingesting alcohol.
“It’s been a while,” Blossomforth said, stopping just a few steps too close for Thing’s liking. “I’ve missed you at yoga.”
Thing nodded, scanning the crowd behind Blossomforth for Anon. “I… I’ve been busy.”
Blossomforth smiled. “Well, I know you never found it all that challenging. But, uh, that is something I wanted to talk to you about.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I was wondering if you could maybe help me with my poses. Show me how it’s done. Like, uh, private lessons.”
Thing shifted her focus back to Blossomforth. “Private lessons?”
Blossomforth nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Just you and me. Doing… yoga.”
Thing narrowed her eyes a little, focusing on the air around her. Ponies were extremely expressive creatures, although not necessarily with their faces. They warmed up or cooled down based on their moods and the state of their bodies, they released all manner of secretions and the like, tipping off their true emotions.
And while Blossomforth’s face only showed she was making everyday conversation, Thing could taste her arousal. It was an odd concept to her, a female being attracted to another female, but one that Thing had come to terms with during her stay in Equestria. Ponies often put more emphasis on physical and emotional pleasure and less on procreation.
A trifle matter for a superior being bent on indefinite reproduction, but one Thing had come to appreciate for the opportunities it gave her. And for its baser benefits.
“I’d love to,” Thing said, smiling toothily.
“That’s great!” Blossomforth bounced on her hooves, the air growing heavier with her arousal. “When are you free? Anytime is good for me.”
“I would do it tonight, but I need to speak with Anon about a few things and I haven’t been able to find him.”
“I just saw him,” Blossomforth said, fidgeting a bit as her private ‘yoga’ session dangled just out of reach. “Over by Sugar Cube Corner.”
Thing smiled and tried to excuse herself as politely as she could. “Well, I best go speak to him then.”
“Wait, what about our-?”
“I’ll swing by the next yoga class,” Thing said as she began trotting away. She paused and looked over her shoulder, adding a seductive inflection to her voice. “Let you limber up first.”
Blossomforth blushed as she turned to leave, a dopey smile on her lips. Thing shrugged and dedicated a piece of her pony brain to remembering to go to that yoga class. The rest of her focused on getting to Sugar Cube Corner as quickly as possible.
If memory served, and it did, cutting through the alleyways would shave a few minutes off her travel time. Thing had an affinity for alleyways, dark little passages that offered concealment, but also bore the chance of discovery. There was a certain thrill involved in doing something illicit there. But, for the moment, the alleys served as mere shortcuts.
Thing soon came to the rear side of Ponyville’s famed bakery. She cut around the side and into another alley rather than emerge back onto the street. Anon might see her there, and she didn’t want him to know she had been spying on him.
As she neared the corner, Thing detected voices. The first, a feminine voice, wasn’t one she recognized. The other she knew all too well.
“So, why is your cutie-mark a bowl of oatmeal?” Anon said, his tone joking.
“‘Cause I'm thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, baby." said the female voice, low and throaty.
"...Really?"
"Nah, I just make good oatmeal..."
Thing froze in her tracks. She swallowed thickly and sweat began to bead on her forehead. Maybe… maybe she had just stumbled across Anon and whatever mare he was speaking to at an awkward moment. Hearing things out of context.
“You know, this has been fun, but I really shouldn’t-” Anon began to say before being cut off.
“Shouldn’t what? Be talking to me?” the mare laughed. “Your girlfriend the jealous type?”
Thing growled softly. She wasn’t going to just stand there and listen to this. She pressed herself against the wall, just behind the corner. She concentrated, molding her flesh to suit her purpose. Her left eye popped out of its socket and slithered through the air, connected back to her skull by a stalk of nerve tissue. She closed her right eye and angled her left around the corner.
Anon was leaning against the wall of the alley and with mare standing far too close for Thing’s liking. The mare’s coat was a deep, dark brown, like maple syrup. Her mane cascaded down her neck, voluminous and a shocking shade of orange. Her cutie-mark was hard to miss, but not because a bowl of oatmeal was something eye-catching. Rather, it was due to the sheer size of her ass that made said bowl so obvious.
As Thing watched, Anon sidled away from the mare.
“She can be,” he said. “But, I mean, we’re just talking right?”
Again, the mare laughed. “Is that what you call it? Seems an awful lot like flirting to me.”
Anon stopped and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. “Well… I guess you have a point. But, I don’t even know your name.”
“Call me Brown Sugar, baby,” the mare said, getting up on her back legs and putting a hoof on Anon’s chest. “Or ‘Mama’. Whatever feels right in the moment.”
Thing could feel her blood boiling. The red fluid literally bubbling inside her veins, making her flesh hot and causing sweat to roll down her body.
“It’s not right, keeping a fella like you all to herself.” Brown Sugar said, leaning in closer to Anon. “Aside from the disservice it does to all the ladies, it’s not good for you either.” She took her other hoof and pressed it right against Anon’s crotch. “You seem pent up. Why not release some of that sweet and sticky all over me?”
“R-right here?” Anon gulped, sweat beading down his forehead.
Brown laughed and fell back onto four legs, turning away from Anon. “Sorry baby, but I’m no back alley ho. I need a soft bed to bounce on.”
“So, um, your place then?”
“Yeah. I imagine the two of us going to your house might tip off your girl.” Brown licked her lips. “I’m over on Butter Lane, west of town. Big house near a little wall, you can’t miss it. I’d take you there now, but I got some errands to run. See you tonight, baby?”
Anon looked around nervously, almost like he knew Thing was watching him. He didn’t seem to spot her eye, though.
“I can’t do tonight. Um, what about tomorrow morning?”
“A nice, hot cup of you for breakfast? Sounds like the perfect way to start my day.” Brown grinned and wiggled her ass. “Something to think about, baby. Just don’t go drying out the well before you come see me, okay?”
Brown Sugar sauntered off, a noticeable bounce in her step. Anon wiped his forehead and slumped against the wall, breathing hard. Thing pulled her eye back onto her head, her fur bristling and hardening into spikes.
She had been right all along. Anon had everything he could ever want with her and yet he still-!
Thing took a breath, forcing her body back into its equine shape.
She frowned as she felt out her form. Her biomass was a little lacking as of late, her body on the thin side as a result. And this mare, Brown Sugar, she had mass to spare. Thing’s mouth watered. It had been a while since she’d had a proper meal. And what better way to teach Anon a lesson than to take the form of his would-be mistress and surprise him?
Thing nodded to herself and began making her way back to the house. She’d leave a note for Anon saying she’d be home late, but if she wasn’t by morning then to not worry. That should keep him in all night and give her time to work.
The sun went down with practiced bravado, throwing long shadows across the ground. There was still just enough light for Thing to read the words ‘Butter Lane’ on the sign post. She smiled to herself and followed the indicated road. She didn’t have to go too far to find her prey’s home. A big house a stone’s throw from the road, sitting beside a low wall.
Thing moved off the road and began to slowly creep towards the house. She kept herself low to the ground, stretching her body into a longer, more cat-like shape to ease her approach. She moved to the wall, peeking just over its edge at the house. All the windows were dark save for the upstairs bedroom, where that harlot Brown Sugar stood posing in front of a mirror.
Thing scoffed and quickly hopped over the wall, scampering over to the side of the house. She slinked around to the back, moving through a garden overrun with many large and spindly plants. Thing spared them a glance, their shape stirring something in her collected cell-memory.
She came to the back door, kept secure by a simple latch. Thing looked around suspiciously. She could very well open it quietly, but it seemed Miss Sugar had chosen to make her home well away from other ponies. Thing flexed her unnatural strength, pushing the door open slowly and making the latch crack and splinter. She moved inside, finding herself in the kitchen. She closed the broken door and moved a chair over to ensure it remained closed.
Thing moved cautiously, her ears tuned to even the slightest noise. Brown Sugar was singing to herself and the downstairs bathroom had a leaky faucet, but there wasn’t any other living thing in the house. Thing left the kitchen for the living room, quickly and silently ascending the stairs.
The closer Thing got, the clearer Sugar’s singing became. There didn’t seem to be any particular melody to her song, but there were lyrics.
“I’m gonna get some human dick. Twerk on that so he nuts real quick.”
Thing fumed. Why did every mare want her human? Couldn’t they find their own? Her body was already starting to ripple and change, her emotions bleeding into her flesh.
By the time she reached the top of the stairs, her teeth had grown to fangs and her tongue long and thick. Thing shivered, her bones shifting beneath her skin, turning softer and more pliable. Her organs melted into her, their biomass being re-purposed into something more useful.
Thoughts swirled in Thing’s head. All the shapes and forms she could take. All the lovely ways she could end her romantic rival. Her thoughts were interrupted when a door was suddenly opened, throwing bright light across Thing’s face.
“Amber?” Brown Sugar said, staring perplexed at what she thought was her fellow mare. “What are you-?”
Thing panicked. A tentacle grew out of her spine and whipped around Brown Sugar, the end forming into a spike that stabbed directly into the base of the mare’s skull. She didn’t scream or call out, didn’t even gasp for breath. She simply frozen in place, every muscle and organ seizing tight.
Thing, on the other hand, did let out a gasp. She was connected directly into Brown’s brain. She could feel everything the mare felt, knew her every secret, every memory. Anon was at the forefront of the sudden influx of information, standing tall and broad. The scent of his masculinity heavy in the air, so thick you could drink it. Every cell in her screamed to breed. To tackle him to the ground and ride him silly or present herself for a good hard fucking.
Thing blinked and pulled the spike out, severing the connection and letting Brown fall to the floor like all her bones had suddenly vanished. Thing took a shuddering breath, in spite of the fact her lungs no longer existed. She looked down at the mare twitching on the floor, anger dissolving into empathy.
“Wha- what the fuck?” Brown said as she tried and failed to get to her hooves.
“Shh, it’s alright,” Thing said softly, making her tentacle more flexible and wrapping it around Brown’s waist. “Let’s go in here.”
Thing carried Brown back into her bedroom. She placed the incapacitated mare on the bed and quickly closed all the curtains. She spotted a dial on the wall and used it to lower the lights significantly. Brown moaned and again tried to get up, managing to flop over onto her side this time.
“Amber…” she groaned. “What’s happening?”
Thing sighed and approached the mare, laying a comforting hoof on her head.
“You know, I was pretty mad at you earlier, but I get it now.”
Brown quirked an eyebrow, an impressive feat for someone recently stabbed in the brain. “Get what?”
“What you’re going through, of course.” Thing smiled wistfully. “When I first arrived here, I took the body of a young mare. I was so proud of myself, my perfect mimicking of the Equestrian body. Little did I know, the body I snatched was about to go into heat.”
Thing’s smile grew, revealing her teeth. “I can say that I appreciate that aspect of your biology. Your body pressures you to go out and breed. Of course, the pony I ate didn’t know much about estrus, and as such neither did I.”
Brown’s body shivered and her eyes flicked nervously between Thing’s eyes and her teeth. “A-ate?”
“So, you can imagine how confused I was when the estrus hit,” Thing continued, ignoring Brown’s question. “I could smell stallions. Smell their dicks. It smelled so nice I wanted to grab one and rub my face all over it.” Thing’s obscenely long tongue slid out of her mouth, licking her lips at the memories. “It seemed, however, that my body was undesirable to most stallions. In retrospect, perhaps I wasn’t very good at following the social norms for engaging in sex.”
Thing leaned in close, Brown clearly uncomfortable with such a twisted visage so close to her own face.
“And then I met Anon. Where the ponies of this wretched town had shunned me, he welcomed me. He took me into his arms and fucked me eleven ways to Sunday.” A shiver crawled up Thing’s warped spine. “I simply can’t allow any other creature to have him. But, I can’t blame you for wanting him.” Thing’s tongue again slithered out of her mouth and licked along Brown’s face, tasting sweat and tears. “I promise, this won’t hurt a bit.”
Brown Sugar opened her mouth, whether to plead or to scream it didn’t matter. Thing clamped her mouth over the mare’s in an obscene kiss. Her tongue was quick to dart out and overpower Brown’s, pinning the other oral muscle down. Thing explored Brown’s mouth, tasting the remnants of whatever sweets the mare had been eating just before. She began secreting venom from her tongue, a trick she had picked up from a fun little carnivorous plant in the nearby forest.
The mind numbing, pleasure inducing chemicals soaked into Brown’s mouth. Slowly, she began to relax. Her formerly wide eyes became lidded and she leaned into the kiss. Thing grinned, keeping the oral assault going as she climbed onto the bed with Brown. She laid down on the mare, marveling for a moment just how much flesh she had, particularly in her rear. Thing slid one of her back legs down, grinding her knee against Brown Sugar’s puffy lips.
Brown moaned into Thing’s mouth, squirming beneath the creature wearing a pony. Thing turned her head, further deepening the kiss while loosening the flesh on her lips. It took Brown a moment to realize something was wrong. She tried to pull away, only to find her and Thing’s lips had fused together.
Brown’s eyes bugged out and she started to scream. Thing quickly forced her elongated tongue down Brown’s throat, upping the pheromone count at the same time. The slick appendage bulged the mare’s throat with its girth, blocking her airway and silencing her quite effectively.
When the bulge disappeared past Brown’s collarbone, Thing bit into her tongue, her razor sharp teeth easily slicing through her flesh. Obviously, this should have hurt like a motherfucker, but Thing had long ago learned how to trick the nerve centers in her brain to put out pleasure instead of pain. Thing moaned as hot blood spurted from the fresh cut, filling Brown’s mouth and eliciting a muffled, strangled scream.
Thing dissolved the bones in her back legs and increased the muscle mass and flexibility of the limbs. She stuffed her now tentacle into Brown Sugar’s cunt, eliciting a confused groan from the mare beneath her. Thing focused on the limb, pounding it deep into the mare, deeper than any cock could ever hope to go. Brown writhed, her sense of pleasure heightened by the venom now running through her body.
Thing grew more tentacles, the dozen or so limbs pushing out of her back and waving in the air. Normally, she would have had them punch out in a shower of gore, but she didn’t want to ruin Brown’s sheets before Anon got there. The tentacles came down on Brown, worming their way beneath her and binding her limbs tightly to her sides.
Thing prepared yet another tentacle, growing it from her brain to just behind her right eye. Most of her body had been softened to ease the assimilation process, but her brain was still intact, still receiving pleasure signals from her warped body. Thing stared into Brown’s eyes, aiming her brain spike as she wiggled her largest tentacle inside her meal’s cunt.
The spike launched forward, bursting Thing’s eye and stabbing right through Brown’s. It went directly into the mare’s brain, silencing any pain nerves before they received their signals. And once again, Thing and Brown Sugar’s minds were linked. The mare’s thoughts were far less lucid now, confusion and terror muddied with a steadily increasing sense of pure MMMMMM.
Thing’s tentacle punched past the mare’s cervix and into her womb. Brown and Thing screamed as one, the alien howl reverberating around the room. And like that, Brown’s mind broke. Thing could feel the mare’s sense of self die, her remaining eye becoming glassy and unfocused.
Thing quickly forced more of herself into Brown’s skull, assimilating the brain and softening the bone. At the same time, her vaginal tentacle expanded, shooting out spikes to more quickly consume the new flesh. Thing shoved her head into Brown’s and her body appeared to sink into larger mare as they became one.
For a moment, Thing was a pony with two backs, two different manes, and no face.
Thing quickly went about shifting her body back to regular pony standards. Her old mane pulled into her skull as her new face began to form. Tentacles were sucked back into her torso as she moved her legs around, making sure the bones had grown in properly. She pulled her freshly molded lips apart and sucked down her first breath of air in minutes. She opened her eyes, quickly wiping them clear with the silky new fur on her foreleg.
Thing blinked a few times and looked around. her sense vision appearing to be normal. She worked each of her legs, satisfied that they had the proper amount of joints. She sat up on the bed and peered down between her now thick and juicy thighs.
“How could I forget?” Thing chuckled softly to herself, admittedly enjoying how her new voice sounded as dark and sweet as molasses.
Thing reached down and pulled her back legs apart, revealing a smooth bulge of flesh where her fun bits should have been. She concentrated, molding the tunnel first before coming to the entrance. Her flesh peeled apart, opening up like an obscene flower, thick puffy lips already drooling lubricant. Thing grinned and rubbed a hoof over the lips, delighting in the little sparks of pleasure going off in her fresh brain.
“Mmm, can’t wait for breakfast.”
Thing didn’t sleep. Brown Sugar had been a veritable feast and all that new flesh was awake and brimming with excitement. Instead, she had laid in the recently assimilated mare’s bed, playing with her thick new body as she counted the seconds before Anon arrived. Finally, after hours of waiting, she heard a knock at the door.
Thing hopped off the bed, taking her time to open all the curtains. She smiled at the bright sunshine, flesh tingling with anticipation. She scooted down the stairs at a breakneck pace, but slowed as she reached the front door. She didn’t want Anon to know how excited she was just yet.
She smoothed out her mane and made sure her smile wasn’t too toothy before she opened the door.
“Morning, hun,”
Thing had to admit, she was really starting to like the cadence of Brown Sugar’s vocal cords. She might just adopt it as her new voice going forward.
Anon smiled nervously, fidgeting as he stood in the doorway of Brown’s house.
“Good morning, uh, sleep well?”
“Hardly,” Thing smirked. “I was thinking about you all night.”
Thing turned around and flicked her tail at Anon, the scent of her arousal wafting over to him. Thing watched from the corner of her eye as her aroma hit him, watching his cheeks flush red and sweat break out on his forehead. He swallowed thickly, stiffly walking into the house, no doubt trying desperately to keep his boner from showing.
“So, uh,” Anon stuttered as the pair entered the living room, eyes glued to Thing’s ass. “How do you want to-?”
“Take your pants off,” Thing ordered. “I want to see if you live up to all those stories I hear.”
“O-okay,”
Anon had a stupid grin on his face as he fumbled with his belt. It was adorable, if Thing was being honest with herself. The stupid human was making it difficult for her to maintain her annoyance at him.
Anon finally managed to get his belt undone and allow his pants, and underwear along with them, to fall down around his ankles. Thing could feel herself drooling from both ends as Anon’s perfect human dick filled her vision. It was utterly unique in Equestria, probably why every whore and her mother wanted a taste. But, as Brown Sugar had found out, it was hers. And hers alone.
Anon needed to be taught that lesson as well, but Thing would have to do that at a time when his dick wasn’t in her mouth.
She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing until she felt the head slide along her tongue, its musky flavor soaking into her taste buds. Maybe it was the leftover Brown Sugar in her system that caused her to so readily slurp up his cock. Maybe it was her own desperate need for Anon. Regardless, Thing happily went to work swirling her tongue and suckling on her man.
“Fuu-uck,” Anon groaned, shoving his hand into Thing’s luscious mane. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”
“I hamph ha’ brekfesh,” Thing said though her mouthful, reaching a hoof around to grab Anon’s ass and pull him closer.
Thing’s eyes rolled back into her head as Anon’s cock sank into her throat. She hadn’t even put any additional pleasure nerves in there. The sensation alone of his cock filling and stretching her throat was enough to bring her to the brink of orgasm. She held herself down, letting her body’s lungs empty of air and her throat convulse on Anon’s dick.
He may have come in there primed and ready, or maybe her throat-jobs were really just that good, but Anon quickly blew his load. Thing moaned unabashedly, delighting in the sensation of Anon’s hot, thick human cum, loaded with his delicious DNA, gushing down her throat. She was about to push Anon away, just so he’d shoot the rest all over her face, but he was one step ahead of her. He pulled on her mane, practically dragging her off his cock. She let out a happy little gasp at the sharp pain, and then a louder one as he painted her face.
“That’s it, baby. Give it all to me,” Thing giggled.
Anon’s orgasm tapered off, his cock giving a last few twitches accompanied with a shaky thrust or two of his hips. He groaned and collapsed onto the couch, looking utterly spent. But Thing knew that Anon could go a few dozen more rounds. With the right encouragement.
“Mmm, do all humans taste this good?” Thing asked as she hungrily licked her face, gathering with her hoof what her tongue couldn’t reach.
“I, uh, I dunno,” Anon shrugged, panting. “I didn’t really, uh, taste a lot of other humans before I got here.”
Thing licked her hooves clean and sauntered up to Anon, resting her chin on his bare knee.
“Whatever you say, baby,” She grinned at him. “I know why all the mares in town want you. Stallions don’t taste half as good. Mmm, I don’t know if I could even look touch a stallion now. I’ve been ruined.”
Anon snickered, but Thing saw his dick twitch. “Thanks, I guess.”
Thing widened her grin. “If you want to thank me, baby, you should come upstairs and pound me senseless.”
Anon chuckled, his cheek getting red again. “Listen, uh, I need a few minutes to ‘recharge’ here…”
“You got a sweet tooth, baby?”
“...Sure.”
“Then you can come get some of Mama’s sugar while you ‘recharge’.” Thing moved away from Anon and towards the staircase, wiggling her plush rear at him as she went. “You coming, baby?”
Thing didn’t wait for him to respond, but she heard him bounding off the couch and running to catch up with her, tossing his shirt aside as he went. They giggled and laughed together as they raced to the top of the stairs and then to the bedroom door. Thing barely got it open before Anon grabbed her from behind. She let out a delighted yelp as he hoisted her up and carried her to the bed. But rather than gently set her down, her more or less dropped her onto the mattress with a woof of relief.
“Woah!” Thing’s legs flailed in the air as she bounced once or twice from the impact.
“Jeez, you’re heavy,” he panted, falling to his knees in front of the bed.
“You say the sweetest things, baby,” Thing laughed, maneuvering herself so she was on her back with her rear pointed towards Anon. “Now, get to eatin’.”
Anon nodded, seeming to quite quickly regain his breath before he dove into her with gusto. Thing squirmed, fighting the urge to shove Anon’s entire head up her snatch. She’d done it before. He would always act mad, but she knew he enjoyed it as much as she did. Still, she wanted to keep the ruse going for now, until she could pull a properly dramatic reveal of herself. Still, she could fuck with him a little bit.
Anon was licking her cunt like it was covered in sugar, which thanks to a little gene manipulation it practically was. Thing bit her lip, finding it more than a little difficult to concentrate with all those pleasure nerves firing off in her brain. Still, slowly but surely, her flesh bent to her will. She grew a tongue from her womb and sent it snaking down her vaginal canal, shaking as it rubbed her sensitive walls. She huffed and puffed as it neared Anon, smacking her face lips as she enjoyed her own flavor. Anon wasn’t paying attention, so it was relatively trivial to sneak her extra tongue out and boop him on the nose.
“Gah!” Anon jerked his head back in surprise.
Thing quickly slurped her tongue back into herself with a giggle. “Everything alright, baby?”
Anon’s brow furrowed for a moment before he gave a little shrug. “Yeah. You taste amazing by the way. Exactly like-”
“Brown sugar?”
Anon snickered. “Yeah,”
“Well, if you’re finished with your sweets, it’s time for the main course.”
“That is the absolute worst thing I’ve ever heard. I’m into it.” Anon licked his lips and stood up, stroking his cock to its full hardness. “You ready for it?”
“Oh, I’ve been ready for oh so long.”
Anon shuffled forward, rubbing his length along her puffy vaginal lips. “Yeah? Well I’m, gonna… fuck you so good…” Anon faltered, his cheeks reddening more from embarrassment than arousal. “Fuck me, I’m really bad at this dirty talk too.”
Thing giggled. “Then just come here and give Mama Sugar some love.”
Thing wrapped her back legs around Anon’s middle and pulled him close. He stumbled forward but managed to catch himself before he fell on top of her. His cock slipped and slid along her cunt, failing to penetrate but succeeding in driving her wild.
“Woah there, easy,” Anon placed a hand on either side of Thing and pushed himself back up.
Thing reached up and pulled Anon’s head down so he was nose to nose with her. “Give it to me,” she growled with a hint of desperation. “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, giveittome, giveittome!”
Anon gulped and quickly angled his cock properly. Thing didn’t wait for him to even thrust into her, squeezing him close with her back legs and forcing his wonderful human dick inside her. She moaned blissfully, already starting to feel her genetic makeup break apart. She always had trouble keeping herself together around Anon, quite literally.
“Oh fuck yes,” Thing groaned, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, lengthening until it hit the bed beneath her.
“Th-thanks for the ego boost,” Anon said shakily, pushing away from Thing so he could start thrusting properly.
Thing whined as Anon pulled out of her, only to let out a squeal of delight as he thrust back in. She nearly bit her tongue off as his hips met hers, perfectly smooth human balls slapping against her plush rear. She quickly pulled her tongue back into her mouth and tried to compose herself.
It was a losing battle.
Anon grabbed her ass to get a better grip as he fucked her, his delicious human fingers sinking into her borrowed flesh. Thing swallowed her tongue, trying to distract the pleasure centers of her brain long enough to set up Anon’s punishment.
She shifted her innards around, moving much of her meaty mass to her limbs. She spared a little to further plump her rump, giggling silently as the bed sunk down a little more under the weight. She shaped what biomass remained, braiding it into tentacles and shaping the first layer of flesh to something more pliable.
Through all this, she left her vaginal cavern untouched. It was sending off so many signals she couldn’t have altered it even if she wanted to. Her extra tongue remained down there as well, edging closer and closer to the tasty cock going in and out of its home like it had a mind of its own.
“F-fuck, I’m close. Are you cl-close t-too?” Anon asked in an awkward tone, blushing heavily.
Thing merely nodded, it being difficult to talk after swallowing her tongue. Anon looked so adorable. Thing wanted to swallow him too, consume him fully, meld the two of them together into eternal fleshy Nirvana.
She settled for the next best thing.
On Anon’s next desperate thrust Thing again squeezed him close with her back legs. At the same time, her pussy tongue snaked forward and wrapped itself around his cock. Thing choked around her other tongue as she again tasted her beloved. She watched a mix of confusion and panic cross Anon’s face as her extra tongue jerked him off inside her. Blissful tears blurred her vision as an orgasm tore its way through her nervous system. Anon was quick on her heels, his features contorting as he shot another load of cum into her.
And then her flesh peeled apart.
Thing yawned wide, her jaw unhinging and her bottom lip splitting down the middle. The split continued down through her throat and her chest, right down to her groin. Her torso opened up like a horrific flower, its petals glistening in the morning light.
“Gah, what the fuck!” Anon sputtered before a tentacle shot out and wrapped itself around his throat.
A few more grasping tentacles slithered out from Thing’s cavernous maw, wrapping around Anon’s arms and binding them to his sides. Thing had made sure that her tentacles, as well as the inside of her new mouth, were lined with taste buds. His skin, slick with sweat, was almost as tasty as his cum.
Thing pulled Anon down into herself, the last few tentacles reaching out to grab his flailing legs. She pulled and pushed his body, contorting him into a fetal position inside her hollow torso. She twisted her cunt to follow his cock, never letting the wonderful organ be without her encompassing touch, The flaps of her body closed back over him, her flesh seamlessly fusing back together.
Thing forced her tongue out of her throat and let out a happy sigh, pushing herself into the middle of the bed. She was quick to allow for air to flow into her improvised prison, as Anon was breathing rather rapidly. She smacked her lips and hugged the distinctly human shaped bulge in her body as it thrashed around. After a few minutes, Anon settled down and Thing could only feel him twitch as she continued stroking his presently limp cock. She’d have him going again in no time.
After a few more minutes, Anon spoke.
“So… I guess you saw me and Brown yesterday.”
“Mmhm,” Thing replied plainly, shifting her vocal cords back to her normal voice.
Anon was quiet for a few heartbeats, his own not Thing’s, before speaking again. “She came up to me.”
“Mmm, I don’t blame her,” Thing replied, running one of her now numerous extra tongues the length of his dick.
Anon squirmed inside her. “D-did you, uh, assimilate her?”
“Where do you think all that ass came from?” Thing laughed.
“I hope you were nice about it,” Anon said quietly. He was always a little squeamish about her taking samples of the local populace.
“Always,” Thing said dismissively. “Now, I should mention that you are by no means off the hook just yet.”
“N-no?” Anon asked nervously.
“No,” Thing smirked. “But, there are a few things you could do to smooth everything over.”
She could hear Anon gulp loudly. “Like what?”
Thing’s tentacles slithered across Anon’s body, one directly across his cute little human ass.
“I can think of a few.”
