>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