Title: ThingPone story - part 0 - (BEGIN HERE) Author: WriteLurker Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/eKLa72W0 First Edit: Tuesday 31st of March 2015 04:47:43 PM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 31st of March 2015 04:47:43 PM CDT >Be Anon >You've lived in Ponyville for years now >Befriended pretty much all the ponies worth befriending to some degree >Including the six mares you fell in love with initially >Life is good >Today, though, you're nursing a hangover >Spike had arranged a bachelor party yesterday for somepony whose name you struggle to remember >Whatever, probably not important >You feel miserable >Head's pounding >Guts're bubbling >You can hear the blood coursing through the veins of the very noisy birds outside >With a surprisingly soft 'pop', a note appears on your nightstand from the fucking Ęther >You groan and grab it, giving it a cursory reading >Raise a sickened but curious eyebrow >You briefly remember what the Thing looked like in the movie >And there's your non-existent breakfast, rushing back up your throat >You vomit into a conveniently placed bucket >You've gotta thank past you for thinking of preparing that the night before >You drift off to sleep >Sort of >On the cusp of gliding into dreamland, you hear a knocking on the door >No-one's calling out to you >Got to be...your new companion. >Sweet Celestia, what sort of mess have you been swept into? >Well, not like you can do much. >And the note did say she would be nice to you, so... "It's open." >You manage to groan out >Your door opens briefly, then closes again >You can barely hear the sound of footsteps >Weird >Shouldn't it be louder? >Especially when you're this hungover >Eh >Can't be arsed to think too much about it "Upstairs." >You groan again >Now you do hear hoofbeats on the wooden stairs leading up to your room >And...humming? >The hoofbeats briefly stop outside your door >You hear several loud knocks on your bedroom door "C-come in..." >Ah fuck-a-doodle-doo >You showed weakness >Damnit >It's not like you wouldn't anyway, but you figure a firm hand would be the best way to handle the goddamn Thing >"I'm coming in now~" a sickly sweet, calm female voice says >The door opens, and you see an amber-colored earth pony mare with an off-white mane enter your room >You look at her for a few moments >She's gorgeous >You have trouble imagining this is the dread alien horror depicted in the movie >She smiles and tilts her head at you, looking satisfied >"Look all you want, it's free. Though I guess I should suggest taking a picture, those last longer" She says with a little smile >She approaches your bed, stopping a few feet away >"You're awful quiet, Anon" She says, sounding genuinely a bit worried "I know what you are." >She winces, and you see a tentacle briefly sprouting from her side, before quickly re-absorbing into her >Sweet lord jesus above >The note was right >You give her another look >She looks... >Hurt >Ashamed "Look...I woke up today and this appeared out of nowhere" >You hand her the note >She eagerly reads it, curiosity filling her golden eyes >You can practically hear her heart sinking >She sighs >"I-it's...true." She says, looking anywhere but at you >You raise an eyebrow "Do...do you have any idea where that note came from?" >She shakes her head >So far, you feel like she hasn't lied to you >Maybe she's just a good liar. "Well...Uh...so...shit. Questions, I guess?" >She dares glance at you, but still looks like she's trying to shrink away >"O-of course. What do you want to know?" >She seems cautiously optimistic