BlossomThing

by chucklefarts

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Blossomforth, Gore, Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex, Science Fiction, Horror
Length: 10538

Blossomforth's life is turned upside down when she is infected by a mysterious, alien substance that radically chances her organic nature. Is it a blessing or a curse? Now she has to deal with new, strange instincts and even stranger abilities.

Why her? Blossomforth never asked for this. Her life used to be so simple, she was a pegasus weatherpony, and her greatest passion was improving her bodily flexibility through stretching and exercise so she could freely curl and flex her body into new shapes and poses. It was something she had trained for years and she was proud of her accomplishment. Being able to freely move her body made her feel proud, special, and even sexy. It was fun to show off her bodily beauty. However, everything was about to change.

Blossomforth's life was turned upside down when an alien organism from another galaxy crash landed next to her and fused to her body, she has gained incredible, almost godly biological abilities, effectively making all her hard work to improve her body obsolete. Years of training to become a flexible contortionist, now meaningless. It would be almost tragic if her new abilities weren't so wonderful. She can now shapeshift or modify her body into any animal or even clones of other ponies she has sampled. Blossom can now take on alien forms, and use other alien abilities allowing her to do incredible things like crawl on ceilings, control multiple bodies, take amorphous forms, and even assimilate and infect others just by touching them. Her body's flexibility, strength, dexterity and adaptability have also wildly improved beyond anything she could have dreamed of before.

While all of these abilities are incredible and wonderful, all is not sunshine and roses. In order to do these things, Blossomforth needs to hunt, kill and eat animals to fuel the large amount of energy it takes to freely use her new abilities, as a former herbivore this makes her uncomfortable. She tries to keep her new alien nature a secret, fearing that others will be afraid of her, she uses her regular pegasus body while in public. Even while in private, she covers her fleshy tentacles in fur just so she can look a little less monstrous. Her mind has also been affected, new thoughts and instincts change her behavior, making hunting and eating raw flesh seem natural and her monstrous forms seem less scary, she even fears she is becoming a monster, or even a bioweapon of world domination. To make matters worse, the process of transforming is disgusting, a biological horror, Blossom is afraid to share her true nature with others and is embarrassed at the weird forms she takes but the freedom, strength, flexibility, and dexterity that these forms and icky abilities grant her is too much of a temptation.

Blossomforth is a very kind and loving pony but her embarrassment over her new and sometimes horrifying abilities means it may take her some time to open up to others. Under all that horrifying shapeshifting doomsday weapon of flesh, manipulation, and predation is a loving and caring mind. She is determined to use her abilities for good. However, Blossomforth may not be the only one, a ruthless and cunning but weakened alien mind is watching and waiting...

Alien concepts very loosely inspired by John Carpenter's The Thing. Thingpone (Amber) is a community created character.

Warning: Sex is a prevalent theme in this story.
Contains: Philosophy, contortionist yoga, science fiction, vore, Thingpone, and vivid, disturbing descriptions

This is my first attempt at writing fiction in my life. The first few chapters are a bit weak but have been improved from their original state, I believe my writing style has improved as the story progresses.

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Published 2015-04-10 02:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2024-04-19 19:21:32 UTC

Chapter 1: The Dream

“Uggg… What… Happened…”

There was nothing but the warmth of the sun on the fur and the red glow of radiation that leaked into her retina.  Blossomforth stirred on the lip of a sizable crater, a secluded open field and scattered trees where she loved to fly to and practice her contortion hobby in privacy.

Bloss slowly sat up on her haunches and cracked open her eyes letting the light blast in.   She squinted in confusion of the crater in front of her, softly smoking from a recent impact.

What had happened?  She had to retrace her steps.  She was practicing her backbending, a skill she was immensely proud of.  She was getting quite close to a headsit, a coveted contortionist achievement when she vaguely remembered seeing a bright light in the corner of her eye.  What came next she would have thought was a dream if there was not a crater in front of her.

She remembered being paralyzed on the ground after an overwhelming wave of pain that suddenly cut short. She could not feel anything and she could not move any muscles except for one eye.  She could not see out of her left eye for some reason.  Some dust landed in her eye but her eyelid was gone.  Her eye suddenly focused on a spherical obsidian meteorite not far from where she lay.  It seemed to be fractured and cracked from the impact.  Her vision was fading, she was slipping into unconsciousness.  Suddenly the rock melted into what looked like liquid mercury which flowed with shocking acceleration right at her!  What was left of her adrenal glands suddenly injected her with a powerful dose of adrenaline.  She tried to scream, she tried to move.  The river of shiny metallic liquid leaped towards her eye and everything turned black.

Blossomforth shivered.  The memory matched the crater in front of her but her body was in pristine condition.  In fact, she felt great.  What could have caused such a vivid hallucination?  It must have been the shock of a meteor crashing right next to her.

She also vaguely remembered forgetting her own name and-  Blossomfoth blushed.  How could she be thinking about that at a time like this?  She was pretty sure anon was an aspiring contortionist.  She could be a good teacher and perhaps even do some assisted stretching.  Anon probably had such an interesting DNA structure being an alien an-  Where did that thought come from?

You know what?  Thinking about all of this can drive a pony crazy!  Blossomforth was feeling great, so she was going to finish her stretching routine and ponder the mysteries of the universe when she got home and that was that!

Blossom stood on four hooves and began to lift her right hind leg to the sky in an active stretch(>>200700200700 in derpibooru).  She always loved doing this stretch.  She could feel the lips of her pussy slowly spread apart as her thighs spread apart and her pelvis tilted.  Active stretching without support from her front hooves required muscle control which caused blood to rush to her thigh area right near her flower making it very tender and red.  Bloss thought she was at her limit when her hind legs formed a 180 degree angle(>>187629187629 in derpibooru), one hoof on the ground, one pointing to directly upward, and her pelvis tilted vertically, but curiously she was able to continue.  Blossomforth grinned, today was going to be a good day!  She would get to work on her active stretching oversplit, using only the power of her muscles to make the stretch!  That mysterious crater was not going to get her down!  She continued to spread her legs, mare fluid began to drip slowly from her snatch as she stretched her pussy even further apart.  Her spine and pelvis began to twist to compensate as her legs formed a 225 degree angle!  At this point Bloss had the tinniest feeling that something might be wrong.  She should not be able to so easily stretch like this.  However, she was too excited and aroused to stop.  She went for the 270 and her leg easily obliged.  At this point her pelvis was almost upside down and her pussy was pointing to the sky!  She was starting to get worried, anything after 270 degrees required the hip joints to be dislocated.  She could get injured if she pushed harder!  But that was the thing, she was not supporting the legs, her front hooves, or wings.  She was not pushing her legs, she was active stretching therefore there is no need to worry about pushing too far.  Her legs were doing this without being supported!  This was impossible, no pony had ever done this before without a controlled dislocation to the hip joints and supporting the leg.

“I must be dreaming.”

She sighed in disappointment.  She had, had such dreams before but none were so lifelike and real!  Well if this is a dream, she would make the most of it.  She pushed her hoof all the way down to the floor.  Her legs were now at a 360 degree angle(>>397827397827 in derpibooru).  Her pelvis was inverted 180 from its usual position, her spine and torso twisting to compensate, and her front hooves were still on the ground.  If you were to look from behind her, her anus would be sitting above her tail, her vagina above her anus, and her crotchboobs above her vagina.  Her pussy was pointed directly upward, a fountain of mare cum splashing out, too much to be real.

She turned her neck and saw her slippery cunt winking at her.  She wanted so much to explore her pussy but she couldn’t reach.

“Wait, I can!  I’m dreaming!”

She squealed with glee as her neck began to lengthen and her head hovered above her spread pussy.

“Wow, this is so weird! I’m like a stretchy giraffe!”

She shrugged her shoulders which were now far away from her head.

“What to do?”

Blossomforth was no slacker contortionist when it came to frontbending but she was not as far as she liked to be.  Recently she had gotten her tongue to lick her clitoris but it was always a struggle.  But now that her head was hovering effortlessly over her sticky, pulsating, flowing, cartoonishly spread vag she was at a loss of ideas.  So she blew a raspberry into her vag.

“PFFFFFFFTTTTT-hi!-hi!-hi!-hi!  Man that tickles!  Hmm, I wonder…  Well, why the heck not!”

She stuck her tongue out but it just kept coming out like a long snake, she licked her clitoris tenderly and then she decided it was a better idea for her clit become a tentacle and wrestle her tongue.  Her clit emerged sinuously like a tentacle from her folds.

“One, two, three, four, I declare a tentacle war!”

Her tongue and clit twisted together like two halves of a DNA molecule and wrestled.  She shuddered, tracing the length of the clit with her tongue.  She retracted her tongue and the clit followed, she suckled it.  She gasped and caught her breath.

“Woah there!  Can’t be orgasming too soon!”

The clit went back into her pulsating folds.  Then she forked the tongue like a snake.

“SSSSSSSS, I’m a snake hi-hi!”

Then each of the tongue forks turned into a large tentacle like horse penis and she plunged one deep into her snatch and the other skinny one into her tight patuttie.  Her eyes watered as her forked penis tongue/tentacle went to work on her orifices and slowly expanded.  She could wriggle the sensitive penises that explored inside her vagina and anus and feel the pre-cum dribbling out.  The marecum started flowing like a river and she could feel her wriggling penises begin to build up cum.  She started breathing deeply out of her open mouth. She started moaning and closed her eyes.  Unbeknownst to Bloss, extra mouths began to sprout all over her body panting and moaning with steam coming from her mouthes.  She began moaning louder, almost screaming as she got closer to a climax.  Random appendages, teeth, claws, giant twitching hairy spider legs, eyeballs, slimy tentacles, insectoid torsos, hooves, hair and other random types of pulsating or twitching organic mass began sprouting out of her like plants in a time lapse film.

Her private parts exploded with a mix of sexual fluids and she subconsciously expanded her insides to hold it.

“*GASP* *gasp* -gasp.  I’m not dreaming am I?”

“Nope” said one of her mouths as she thought the same thing.

“Thought so.”

Well this is quite a pickl- wait, what?  Bloss slowly opened her eyes.  What met her eyes was the most horrible monster she could ever imagine.  Her eyes widened, her tentacle penises became flaccid, her sphincter clenched, she took a deep breath but her lung capacity kept expanding.

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The most terrifying sound to ever impose itself on Equestira left the horrifyingly mutated face of the one once named Blossomforth.

This eldritch abomination was not Blossomforth.  No, it was horrifyingly ugly, it was the entity that defied logic, sanity, and entropy.

This is Thingpone.

Chapter 2: Exploration

There was nothing but the warmth of the sun on the slowly shifting epidermis and the blast of light that burst into various organic apertures.  Thingpone lay in the bottom of a crater bowl, a deformed soup of various external organs.  Some of the more animalistic mouthes were sobbing softly and some eyes and noses were dribbling with tears or mucus.  Thing lay there, taking in the blue sky and the sounds of birds finally beginning to chirp after being scared out of their wits.   She wondered what she had done to deserve such a fate.

Thing was suddenly consumed with a sense of frustration.  Damn that evil meteor!  It turned her life upside down without a second thought!  The injustice of it all made her flesh boil quite violently.  Why her, why did she have to be victimized by random chance.  She may have messed up a few times but she wasn’t a bad pony!  Seeing the injustice and deciding that the universe itself was out to get her, she rebelled.  She would be the master of her own fate!  Random chance and circumstance be damned!

Thing assessed her situation. What could she do?  Her body was alien.  Every time she had tried to move, it would only result in a few weak splats.  The learned muscle memory she was accustomed to was useless.  She had no frame of reference, no instinct to guid-

No sooner had the though crossed her mind a powerful migraine formed.  From the aether, the same way you finally realize where you left your keys, Thing accessed a part of her mind she had never used before.  She concentrated.  Like a neglected muscle an eye was slowly raised up with a teardrop shaped structure of organic mass almost like the the eye of Sauron.  She almost lost concentration as she saw her utterly horrifying form.  Getting an idea, she concentrated and the soup of limbs, and other appendages slowed to a stop.  She felt a random limb and twitched it, a spider leg.  She tried not to think of her arachnophobia as she willed the limb to be consumed by the soup.  It made some disturbing insect-like cracking noises as it deformed and became engulfed.  She repeated the process, each time she tried to increase the number she simultaneously consumed.  Exoskeletons creaked, hooves cracked, bones snapped, teeth crunched, and eyeballs popped as they were all consumed.  All that was left was the Tower of Sauron and a sea of muscle.

Now to get out of this Celestia forsaken crater.

The organic puddle began to flow up to the lip of the crater like a river in rewind.  It was like an amoeba/snail hybrid.  After finally making it out, Thing grew a mouth to sigh with relief.  She could feel the soft grass beneath her… muscle and she smiled.

Next was the hard part, or so she thought.  Thing imagined her old self, Blossomforth, and willed her to be formed in flesh.  It seemed that her new mind also had an organic memory.  Blossomforth felt her familiar form begin to shape.  Bone grew into place, muscle flowed around the skeleton and organs grew out of the muscle. The eye at the top of the tower popped into place in her newly formed skull, skin and fur grew everywhere, and wings sprouted on Blossomforth’s back.

Standing up proudly like she had just climbed a mountain was Blossomforth.

“I’M BACK BABY!”

For the first time since she discovered she was a monster, Blossomforth felt a real sense of hope.  Everything was going to be just fine!  Giddy with excitement she tested her flexibility.  Headsit(>>610961610961 in Derpibooru)?  Easy.  Triplefold?  Child’s play.  Autocunnilingus(>>837083837083 in Derpibooru)?  Wet.  Her dream career of being a contortionist was all but secured.  All she needed to do now to be world class was to improve her acrobatic technique.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a squirrel.  She loved squirrels, they were one of the most naturally acrobatic animals out there.  It was interesting how easily they could leap from tree to tree, how they could balance on a wire, how their physical form was predisposed to agility.

Blossomforth slowly stepped forward as she watched the squirrel.  It easily scurried from branch to branch above her, it’s claws allowed it to climb like a spider on the bark, it’s tail helped it balance.  She needed to know more, she was hungry for more.  There was sure to be a wealth of genetic knowledge in this squirrel.

Suddenly, like a jack in the box Thingpone’s neck lengthened and her head shot forward.  Her head split in half into a wide gaping maw with rows of teeth dripping with silava and eyes on the circumference.  Her tongue shot ahead of her head like a bullet and ensnared the squirrel.  Just as suddenly her head and tongue retracted, her tongue dragging the surprised squirrel down her throat into her stomach before it could even squeak in terror.

The natural instinct of Thingpone took over. Blossomforth could not think, her mind overflowed with pleasure at the wealth of biological information the squirrel contained.  It’s memories, it’s skills, it’s genes were all copied and stored in her vast biological database.  It’s original consciousness was also frozen in stasis.  The squirrel’s body and mind were now a part of her.  It was total bliss.

Thingpone’s body suddenly began shrinking until she took the form of the squirrel.  She dashed up the tree, suddenly a new world of branches in a forest were hers to explore.  She leaped from branch to branch, running with wild abandon.  She spotted a bird and suddenly changed her direction leaping towards the sparrow.  The bird started to fly away out of reach. No matter, she melted into a sinuous form of muscle and eyes, grasped the branch with her muscle, catapulted herself into the direction of the bird, and formed herself into a large mouth that engulfed the sparrow.  She finished assimilating the bird as she was halfway to the forest floor and she took the form of the sparrow, soaring through the branches darting and navigating through the branches like no pony could.  Another wave of bliss and Blossomforth was suddenly able to think again.  She fell out of the sky and smacked the forest floor with a loud splat.  Blossomforth’s body emerged out of the goop.

“Wow. That was crazy.”

Blossomforth felt a bit guilty about assimilating the small creatures but it felt so right to acquire and use the biological information.  She came up with an idea.  What if she built the bird and squirrel their old body and transplanted their consciousness into it.  That might work, her instinct was telling her yes.  She pictured the squirrel and bird emerging out of her flesh with their consciousness intact.

As soon as the bird and squirrel were released the bird flopped on its side as it tried to run away and the squirrel jumped as high as it could over and over.

“Oh, boy I think I did that wrong.  Let me fix you up!”

Her tongue shot out of her mouth and forked to each animal.  She diffused her tongue into each of their brains, making contact, switched their consciousness, and modified their memory to forget the last five minutes.

She released the squirrel and sparrow from her tongue. The squirrel and sparrow looked at her in confusion.  Blossomforth innocently whistled a tune.  The bird flew away and the squirrel hopped away uncertainly.

“Man! I am not sure how that happened, but it felt amazing!”

She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she assimilated others.  Maybe she could be a unicorn or even have hands like Anon!

The fact that she could assimilate others and put them back filled her with confidence.

Her new experience of masturbation was fun but it could not replace the unique feeling of having sex with another.  Masturbation was just too predictable.  Anon might be receptive to a relationship, she had caught him spying on her stretching many times, and she knew that he was an enormous sexual deviant like her.  If not, she could just assimilate him, modify his memory, and perhaps try again.

Her need to assimilate all biological data grew stronger as her confidence rose.  She would have to be careful but was ready to take Ponyville by storm.

Chapter 3: Assimilation

Blossomforth struggled to contain her excitement as she slowly trot through ponyville.  Thingpone wanted to consume every intelligent life form she came across but Blossomforth knew she would have to be careful and meticulously give new bodies to the ponies she would harvest for information in order to satisfy her pony sense of morality. Deep in thought, Blossomforth realized she had reached her front door.

“Aw, crap.”

She finally remembered that she had lost her keys that were usually around her neck when she turned into a soup of flesh.  She was locked out of her own house.  Suddenly, she had an idea.  Slowly turning her head to see if anyone was around, she concentrated and her forehoof slowly deformed.  She pressed the appendage to the door and it slid into the crack between the door and the door frame with a wet sound usually heard when kneading dough.  She grew an eye on the end of the appendage which was now inside the house.  Now she could unlock the door from the inside.

“That was freaky, but awesome.”

She went inside and decided that she wanted to do some experiments to see just what she was capable of.  She climbed upstairs to her bedroom door.  She concentrated and slowly melted into a puddle.  The puddle slid under the door into her bedroom and Blossomforth emerged out of it.

“Yes!”

Next, she assumed puddle form, she began to slide up the wall of her bedroom growing spider-hair follicles as she went in order to stick to the wall the same way that spider-mare did.  Her organic form slithered up the wall and stuck to the ceiling.  She slid her form closer to the door and this time squelched her form through the top of door between the frame and the door itself.  The crack at the top of the door was much thinner than the one at the bottom of the door but thinning herself out to fit through the tight space felt like a good stretch used to.  Giddy with excitement, one of her eyes spied the vent near her.

This would be the next test.  She had never actually split her form before, she wanted to see if she could flow through all of the gaps in the grating and reform on the other side instead of only sliding through one gap.  It worked.  It felt even weirder when she re-fused the muscle.  This opened up new possibilities.  Could she exist in two places at once?  If so, was there some sort of telepathy involved?  There was only one way to find out.

Thingpone flowed back through the vent grate, detached from the ceiling, and landed on the floor with a splat.  Preparing herself, Thingpone formed a somewhat spherical shape and began performing cytokinesis. Suddenly, a powerful migraine erupted in Blossomforth’s mind.  The pain grew more intense until the mass of muscle fully separated into two.  Once again a part of her mind she had never used before was accessed.  It was quite an odd experience as two identical forms of Blossomforth emerged and stared at each other.  It seemed that her new mind architecture allowed her to telepathically control her separated bodies.

“Looking good, Bloss, looking real good!”

“Thanks, Bloss, you too!”

Both of her faces reddened at the embarrassing narcissism.  Bloss quickly melded back into one and tried to forget what had just happened.

Now that Blossomforth had greater control over her body she needed to sate Thingpone’s hunger for biological information.  She was beginning to have withdrawal symptoms.  She needed to do it soon.  But who should she assimilate?  Lyra seemed like a good choice, she lived close and was one of the only unicorns in Ponyville.  Blossomforth chortled.  Perhaps she could even temporarily give her hands in the future and pretend it was a potion she was working on.

However, Bon Bon lived with Lyra so she would have to be careful.  No matter, her hunger for information was intensifying, Lyra would have to do.

Blossomforth sauntered outside, it was slightly past twilight but the sky was still a dim blue and orange.  Slowly making her way to Lyra’s house, she stepped into the shadows.  Blossomforth melted into the wall of the house and began to slide up to the second story window.  She extended an eye from the puddle of muscle and observed Lyra laying on her back in her bed intently reading a book.  The instincts of Thingpone began to kick into gear.

Thingpone slowly and quietly slid between the cracks of the window and slid down the wall careful to take the same hue as the blue wall she was sliding down.  She slinked under the bed, she now was quite literally the monster under the bed that children feared.  Slowly, Thingpone sidled into position forming tentacles near each of lyra’s limbs, head, and horn.  She also slid a tentacle up to the lamp.

Thingpone clicked the lamp off.  Thing suddenly grabbed each of Lyra’s limbs, horn, and mouth.  Restricting her movement, neutralizing her voice and horn.  Lyra thrashed in bed attempting to scream but barely making any noise.  Thingpone began consuming Lyra.  Lyra’s eyes widened and dilated in horror.  First Thingpone rapidly engulfed and dissolved the hind-legs processing a wealth of biological information.  Next, the torso.

“Lyra, honey, are you alright up there?”

Thingpone quickly suspended what was left of Lyra’s body above the bed so that she could not thrash on the bed.  Thingpone prioritized processing the parts of the DNA that pertained to the voicebox and mouth.  She then rapidly grew lungs, trachea, vocal cords and mouth.

“I’m doing fine Bon-Bon, just reading!  Accidentally knocked a book off of the nightstand.” Thingpone said in Lyra’s voice.

“Alright, come down!  Dinner will be ready in a few minutes!”

Tears streamed down from Lyra’s pleading, desprate eyes as Thingpone resumed and consumed the rest of Lyra’s torso and forehooves.  Blossomforth formed a mouth in pity.

“Shh, don’t worry Lyra.” Blossomfoth whispered with her own voice into Lyra’s ear.  “I’m sorry I had to do this. You’ll live and you’ll get your body back.  However, you won’t remember this.”

At this point, most of Lyra was gone.  Her entire body including her jaw and tongue were gone.  All that was left was the top of her skull.  Her eyes bugged out, darting from left to right in panic as the rest of her head and horn were consumed into Thingpone.

Blossomforth was in a state of overwhelming bliss.  However, she forced herself to begin crafting a new body for Lyra using the data Thingpone consumed.  She also inserted a small dormant slug into Lyra’s brain that could surveil Lyra’s senses and thoughts in case the short term memory wipe did not work.  It could even consume, and replace injured parts of Lyra’s body if required.  She could also use the slug to take over Lyra’s brain as a failsafe if necessary.

“Come on down!  Your food is getting cold!”

“Just a minute!” Blossomforth puppeted Lyra’s new body.

Finally, Blossomforth erased the last five minutes of memory, replaced Lyra’s consciousness into her new body, and even healed lingering damage from an old knee injury to stave off her sense of shame.  She lowered Lyra into her bed fast asleep.

“Hey, Lyra!  Time for dinner!” Blossomforth stage whispered into Lyra’s ear.

Blossomforth rapidly retreated under the bed and Lyra’s eyes snapped open.

“Bwuh, time for dinner?  That’s weird, could have sworn I was just reading.”

Lyra got out of bed and headed downstairs.  Blossomforth concentrated on the slug feeding her Lyra’s thoughts.  So far so good, Lyra did not suspect a thing.

“What took you so long Lyra?”

“Sorry, I must have drifted off while I was reading.”

“Really, I would have thought it was interesting if it delayed you from coming to dinner.  You were saying ‘just a minute’.”

“Huh, that’s odd…”

With a burst of inspiration from that Inception movie she watched, Blossomforth fed the idea “I was sleeptalking” into Lyra’s mind via the slug.

“I must have been sleeptalking or something.”

“Have you been getting enough sleep, Lyra?”

“Yeah, it must have just been a long day.”

“Anyways, how was your day…”

Biological information assimilation a success.  Blossomforth allowed herself to bask and literally melt in the pleasure the new acquisition gave her.

“Whew, that was intense!”

She slinked up the wall, through the window, down the house, and Blossomforth’s pony form emerged from the wall of the house.  Blossomforth, stumbled towards her house.  Adrenaline flowing and knees shaking.  The blissful pleasure was quickly fading but Thingpone was satisfied at least for now.  Blossomforth slowed and caught her breath.  She opened the door to her house went inside and slammed the door shut.  She leaned on the door and slid down to the ground.  The horror filled pleading eyes flashed in the mind of Blossomforth.  An intense wave of shame and guilt overtook her.  She sobbed softly and a few tears escaped her watering eyes.

Chapter 4: The Storm

Blossomforth cracked open her eyes to the new day with an optimistic state of mind.  Today was a new day and she was determined that it would be a completely normal day.  With a smirk and fire in her eyes, Blossomforth flung the covers aside and jumped out of bed.

“Whaaa!-oof!”

At least that’s what she meant to do.  It seemed that her head had somehow ended up facing the wrong way while she was asleep.  So when she moved to sweep the covers off herself all she accomplished was to roll off the opposite side of her bed, taking her sheets with her.  She found herself wedged between her bed and the wall, chin on the floor, and cocooned in her sheets, unable to move her front legs.

Blossomforth scowled as she huffed a piece of hair out of her eyes.

“Really? Won’t even let me have this?”

With an annoyed roll of her eyes Blossomforth rotated her head into the proper position the bones in her neck creaking and snapping as she did.  She wanted to try to spend the day without weirdness but she couldn’t resist cheating a bit and lengthened her neck slightly to see over the edge of her bed.  She found that her hind legs and torso were fused together in a puddle of flesh and had decided to stay on the bed while the rest of her tumbled out.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!  I try to be a normal and optimistic pony and look where it gets me!”

Blossomforth puffed out her cheeks in cute frustration as she proceeded to liquify the rest of her body minus her head and flow out of the sheets and up the wall bringing her head and neck with her out of the gap between her bed and wall.  She flowed to the adjacent wall away from her bed stepped out of the puddle of muscle into her pony form.

Blossomforth resigned herself to the fact that she would probably not be having a normal day.  No matter, she would not let it get her down.  She hummed a gay tune as she stepped into the hot shower, warming up those muscles for her routine morning stretch.  She dried herself, brushed her teeth and trotted down the stairs to do her morning yoga.

As Blossomforth began to stretch she frowned.  The addicting stretch of stiff muscle she was used to was not present.  Stretching was just too easy, but she needed her fix somehow or she would not last the day!  Blossomforth sighed, she knew what she had to do.

Bloss got a colander from the kitchen and propped it up between the table and the couch.  She stuck her hoof into the colander and sighed.  It came out the other side looking like spaghetti.  She felt the stretch deeply as her surface area dramatically increased.  She lowered her other hoof then her torso and back legs being supported by the stringy mass below.  Her head was left above the collander groaning in pleasure at the deep stretch.  Finally she lowered her head and it too split into a spaghetti-like mass of muscle.  Bloss fused together and emerged as a pony from her stretch.

“Wow, that really felt good…”

She knew from Thingpone’s instinct that stretching like this would slowly improve her ability to quickly take forms that required lots of surface area, splitting herself apart for example.  Well, she supposed this would now be a part of her new “normal” routine.

Bloss went to the kitchen and poured herself some cereal.  She slowly ate and ruminated.  She was almost done when suddenly there was a banging on the door.

“Hey Bloss!  Come on out!  Emergency weather duty!  Big storm coming out of the Everfree.  We need all hands on deck!  Rainbow says it’s going to be a doozy!”

Blossomforth groaned softly. Perfect!  First big storm of the year right on the day after she got turned into some sort of eldritch abomination!

“Alright Thunderlane, I’m coming!”

Bloss shoved the rest of the cereal down her throat.  This would be the first time she was in public after her transformation.  She was a bit worried but Thingpone’s concealment instinct would keep her firmly in pony form.  Bloss briskly walked out the door shutting it behind her.

“How are you doing Bloss?  You seem a bit troubled.”

“Ah, just got a lot on my plate at the moment.  Anyways, let’s get going.”

They both started flying over to the meeting spot.

“I haven’t seen a storm system like this in a while.” Said Thunderlane. “Sometimes it seems like the Everfree is taking it’s vengeance out on us for trying to tame nature.”

“Huh, well I certainly hope it isn’t that bad.”

As they approached the clearing they could see the looming forms of multiple thunderheads and the distant flash of lightning in the horizon above the Everfree, a distant front of storms moving to obscure the rising sun.

Closer to earth was Cloud Chaser showing off her backbend, sticking her tongue out at Blossomforth, and winking (https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2014/12/19/788157.png ).  Bloss was not in the mood, they were good friends and she usually had contests with her before weather duty to see who was more flexible, Bloss usually won, but this time there would be no challenge or satisfaction.

“All right!  Listen up!” shouted Rainbow Dash. Everyopony, about 30 of them, stopped stretching and warming up to face Rainbow. “You see those thunderheads out there?”  The sky was rapidly turning darker as the thicker clouds obscured the sun. “Coudsdale’s meteorologists say this is a squall line.  We have about five cell systems coming right at us each with the potential to produce tornados.  This is going to be a challenge, I need you all at the top of your game if we are going to soften up these storms enough to prevent damage and flooding.”

“It looks like we also have a supercell near the tail of that squall.”  Several ponies gasped.  Supercells were the most dangerous type of storm and most likely to produce tornados.  Usually, a storm system was made up of many cells.  Newly forming cells were triggered from updrafts of unstable air near the front of the system in a chain reaction, in the middle cells were mature, producing strong downdrafts and lots of rain,  near the end of the system the old cells petered out into a wispy cloud cover.  However, supercells consisted of one enormous cell that usually formed where a warm and cold front met, producing a rotational movement that tended to produce tornadoes.

“I need my most experienced weatherponies with me.  We will be taking on this beast of a supercell.  The rest of you need to form teams of five to take out the remaining four systems.  Remember your training, go after the small forming cells to break the system’s chain and use the unstable air in front of the system to form wide a wide cloud-cover of rain.  Alright, get ready to form groups.”

Rainbow pointed out the most experienced ponies to join her team, ponies like Thunderlane, Cloud Kicker, Silverspeed, Rain Dance, Jetstream, and Cloud Chaser. She then motioned to four others including Blossomforth to come over.  “I want you four to lead teams to take out the smaller systems.  Show some of the more green weatherponies how it’s done.  Dismissed!”

Bloss formed up her team.  It consisted of Derpy, Liliac Sky, Spring Step, and sunshine raindrops.  Blossomforth cleared her throat.

“Alright, I know that not all of you have cleared a thunderstorm before but follow my lead and instructions and we should be fine.  So, we will be taking on the system nearest to the supercell at the southern end of the squall line.  We’ll go in there to break up the newly forming cell and create some downdrafts to disperse the upward momentum of the forming cell into a wide cloud cover.  Then we’ll spread out in front of the system and neutralize the unstable air into even more rainy cloud cover spreading it across the sky. This will spread the energy out and reduce the severity of the storm.  Any questions?”

“Will it be windy?” asked Derpy.

“Not much near the front of the storm.  You just need to be careful for the updraft which we will be dispersing. Everyone ready?”

Four heads nodded. Bloss signaled her readiness to Rainbow.

“Alright everypony, good luck and stay safe.” Rainbow Dash and her team of ten weatherponies lifted off.  The other four teams of five lifted off after.

“V formation, two on each side of me, we will be following Rainbow Dash’s team and peeling off to our storm.” Blossomforth ordered.

The storms were still a long way off, the occasional flash of lightning could be seen from each of the multi-celled systems.  The supercell seemed to be constantly crackling with electricity.

After about 15 minutes of flight, the wind started to pick up and they peeled away from the Rainbow Dash team.  Blossomforth’s system loomed in front of them, each cell forming like a step in a stair case with the smallest ones in front.

Bloss pointed to the smallest cell.  “You see that smallest cell?“  The others nodded.  “We will be aiming in front of that and we’ll take out the cell that will form there.”

The storm system loomed above them, the more mature cells rumbled with thunder.  “Alright, we are almost there.  Get ready to channel your pegasus magic and crate a downdraft” Bloss shouted.

Hot, moist air started to pick upwards.  “Now! Downdraft!”  They flapped their wings

and they countered the updraft, cloud cover formed below them.  Blossomforth glanced behind her and the mature cells started to rain out, the thunder fading away.  However in the distance the supercell was getting worryingly large and she saw the entire storm begin to rotate.

“Good job gals, I am going to go check on Rainbow’s group and see if I can help.  Make your way to Ponyville, cut through the unstable air, and form rainclouds on your way there.  Also, tell everyone in Ponyville to take cover in their cellars just in case.”

“Are you worried about the supercell, Blossomforth?” asked Spring Step.

“Yes, I am.  Be sure to make lots of rainclouds on your way back and you might want to take cover when you get there.”

“Stay safe, Bloss.” said Derpy.

“I will.”

Blossomforth turned to fly towards the supercell.

The enormous citadel of a storm only seemed to bet bigger as she flew closer.  It was like a corkscrew, the entire storm turning in a slow vortex motion(http://i.imgur.com/j59I2cC.jpg).

Rainbow dash and her team could be seen flying in the opposite direction of the corkscrew, scoping out the storm. The storm was still calm, building up to release it’s ferocious load of rain and wind upon the world.

Rainbow flew out to meet her. “Thanks for coming Bloss, we are going to need all the wingpower we can get.  We’re not going to try to stop this monster, instead we are going to steer it away from Ponyville.  We need to get it done and get out of here before that storm collapses down on us.”

“What can I do to help?”

“I need you and a few others to build a low pressure system on the west side of the storm to attract it in the direction of the everfree away from ponyville.  I’ll stay here on the east side with a few ponies and build up a high pressure system to repel the storm towards your low pressure area. Go with them, get to it!”

Blossomforth’s group began riding the current of the vortex clockwise around the storm to the west side.  Her group consisted of Thunderlane, Cloud Kicker, Cloud Chaser, and Cerulean Skies.

“Alright, everyone” said Thunderlane.  "We’re doing this nice quick and clean.  I am not sure how much longer this storm will hold it’s fury so we need to do this soon.  Let’s get the low pressure system going and corral this storm!”

The five of them organized themselves in a circular formation and channeled their pegasus magic to repel the wind.  Slowly but surely the supercell began to change direction away from Ponyville and back to the everfree where they were located. Everything was going great, a possible disaster was averted.

Blossomforth turned to look at the large storm.  It was majestic but something seemed off about it.  It was too still and it even seemed to stop rotating.  Suddenly a bulbous protrusion poked out of the bottom of the clouds rapidly accelerating towards them.

“MICROBURST!  GET DOWN!” bellowed Thunderlane.

Adrenaline rushed into Blossomforth’s bloodstream.  As one, they dived towards the Everfree forest.

Storms form when warm humid air rises in a low pressure environment, building tall stormclouds with their violent updrafts.  Warm air rises, cold air sinks.  These strong warm updrafts form a lot of potential energy in the form of water vapor.  All of this warm air would begin to cool in the upper atmosphere and once the updraft lost it’s energy, the mass of cooled air would collapse downward and accelerate back to the ground with violent rain, hail, and wind.  The stronger the storm the more violent these downdrafts would be.  In particularly strong storms, these downdrafts could form strong, quick focused bursts called a microburst, strong enough to flatten forests in their wake.  Microbursts are extremely dangerous to any airborne creature.  The stormclouds could mask it’s approach before anyone could notice, leaving any pegasus with little time to react.

In a supercell storm such as this, they had no chance.  They were doomed.

The maw of the storm opened, the wrath of the storm barreled at them with wild abandon.  A gigantic projectile of gale force winds, hail, and water.  They increased the speed of their dive but it was not enough.

The microburst reached them and swatted them the way one would swat a fly.  Blossomforth’s world was chaos.  Her team which was once next to her was gone.  She was spinning without any control, the howl of the wind roaring in her ears.  She had no idea which way was up or down.  Hail the size of grapefruits violently broke her bones. She reduced her form to a blob of flesh to save her from the projectiles.

WHAM, Blossomforth was violently impaled by a splintered tree trunk and splattered against the floor of the forest.  The sudden deceleration dazed Bloss a bit but the impact was effectively absorbed by her elastic nature.

She groggily reformed herself when suddenly- CRACK.  What she thought was thunder was actually the sound of every bone in Thunderlane’s body being broken at the same time as his body smashed into the ground.

Blossomforth stared in mute horror at the body of Thunderlane,  His spine was jutting out of his neck.  His limbs and torso had jagged bones piercing the skin.  Amazingly, he was still conscious.

“W-wow, you’re still alive Bloss?”

“Y-yes, s-stay with me Thunder!”

“I guess we saved Ponyville, t-tell my family I-I’ll always be with… them…”

“N-no!”

Blossomforth was distraught, Thunderlane closed his eyes.  He was rapidly bleeding out.  Blossomforth was on the verge of panic, what could she do?

Then she remembered.

Blossomforth began involuntarily salivating.  Thingpone’s tongue snaked out of her mouth and around the lifeless form of Thunderlane, picking him from the ground.  Her maw and throat widened until it was large enough to swallow Thunderlane whole.  Thingpone processed him, savoring the new experience of a male anatomy and rippling muscles of an athlete.

Blossomforth knew that there were others that needed to be consumed quickly before they died and the awakened Thingpone was only too happy to oblige.  Thunderlane was now fully consumed.  Thingpone exploded like a pinata, dividing into many masses of muscle that each quickly formed into squirrels and birds.  They scrambled and flew in all directions hunting for their prey.  In seconds they found two others and the small animals converged and fused onto the barely conscious, twitching, dying, broken bodies of Cloud Kicker and Cerulean Skies, and rapidly assimilated them.

Thingpone quivered in a blob of unformed muscle.  She panted from her many mouthes, her muscle shaking like jello from the pleasure induced from assimilating others.  Blossomforth slowly recovered and gradually took her pony form.  A sudden stifled gasp from some bushes surprised her and she snapped her head to face it.

Blossomforth slowly stood up and paced her way to the bushes.  She finally had a moment to obvserve her surroundings.  Every tree in a half mile radius was flattened to the ground by the ferocious microburst, and the sun was beginning to peer from behind the clouds.

Bloss brushed away the bush and peered inside.  Cloud Chaser was slumped against the root of the bush, three of her legs and both of her wings severely broken.  Her only working forehoof retracted in a fetal position.  However, most striking was the look of absolute terror and the whimper that escaped her mouth as she faced Blossomforth.

“He-hey Cloud.”

Cloud Chaser began to cry and sob.  “P-please don’t eat me.”

Blossomforth's stomach dropped in sorrow, “I-I won’t eat you, Cloud Chaser.”

Cloud Chaser gazed into Bloss's eyes as her eyebrows raised hopefully and formed a point above her scared eyes. “R-really?”

Blossomforth sighed disgusted that she could scare Cloud Chaser so profoundly, “Really.”

“But, why did you eat the others but not m-me?”

Blossomforth shifted her gaze to the ground, “Because they were close to dying and needed saving.  I need your help Cloud.”

Cloud's lower lip and chin trembled. “W-why should I help you, you m-monster?”

Seeing her friend call her a monster hurt her to her core.  “Because I’m your old friend Blossomforth and I need your help to save our friends.”

“I don’t believe y-you.” Cloud Chaser stammered.

Blossomforth sighed once again and tapped her chin with a hoof with a pensive expression.  “We have had a total of 56 yoga competitions and I have beaten you in every single one except for three.  You snort when you laugh and sleeptalk about ‘getting that booty’.  Your first time was with Thunderlane, I walked in on you and embarrassed you both by wolf whistling very loudly.”

Cloud Chaser's pale face gained a little bit of color as a blush tinged her scared face, “Aright, alright I get it.  I believe you.  What happened to you anyway?  Were you always like this?”

“I’ll tell you everything if you agree to my terms.  Now, do you want me to fix your broken bones?” Bloss smiled affably.

“How are you going to do that?”

“By dissolving and regrowing your leg using your DNA information.”

“A-Alright.  I guess if you wanted to eat me I would have already been eaten.  Heal me I suppose.”  Cloud grimaced in preparation.

“I guess you are right.  Now don’t panic, I am just going to fix your legs and wings.”

Bloss sprouted five tentacles from her back.  Cloud Chaser flinched but Blossomforth continued.  They engulfed each of Cloud Chaser’s broken limbs and started to dissolve them.  Cloud’s eyes widened as her broken limbs started to disappear.

“You are eating me!  You promised!” Panic began to emerge on Cloud Chaser's face.

“I am not eating you!  Just give me a second!”

Cloud Chaser’s limbs began to reform unbroken.  Blossomforth clandestinely inserted a slug into Cloud Chaser that buried itself into the base of her skull.  She almost didn't do it but Cloud was scared and Blossomforth was not willing to risk further discovery.

Cloud stared at her new fore-hoof. “Wow, that was amazing!”  Cloud Chaser said as she flexed her healed limbs.  “Thanks, I guess.  Let’s get out of this bush.”

“Just so you know, I didn’t eat anypony.  I assimilated them.  I can regrow their bodies and bring their consciousness out of stasis whenever I want.  This was the only way to save them.  They were on the verge of death and I needed to preserve them before they died.  I don’t want ponies to know about me but I didn’t see a way to get us home safely without ponies asking questions about our lack of injuries or how I was able to carry all four of you.  I need your help for that.”

“I don’t know Bloss.  What if I don’t help you?  I think we should just go back and come clean.”

“Cloud, I really don’t want to but if I have to I will assimilate you, erase your memory of this conversation, and risk the ponys’ questions.”

“Yo-you can do that?” Cloud said with palpable fear.

Bloss grimaced, “Yeah, but I would rather not.”

Cloud sighed. “Alright, fine. I’ll go along. What’s the plan?”

Blossom sensed some doubts in Cloud Chaser’s mind through her slug but she let it slide for now.

“We are going to fly to the edge of the Everfree.  I’ll grow the others’ bodies and insert their consciousness but give them a few broken bones and I’ll give each of us broken wings so that our story is believable.  It won’t be anything severe, they’ll heal in a few weeks or sooner if you want my help.

“We will carry them to Ponyville on our backs and tell people that we found them after we crashed and carried them back to Ponyville on our backs.  When the others wake up and find their injuries are not as severe as they remember it, we will blame shock induced hallucination."

“You also have to promise not to tell anypony about me.”

Cloud shifted her eyes away towards Ponyville. “Alright, Bloss.  Let’s get going.  How did this happen to you anyway?”

“It happened yesterday after a mysterious meteorite crashed right next to where I was stretching.  My running theory is that I was fused to an alien that crash landed here.”

“Are you sure that you aren’t an alien?.”  Said Cloud with a raised eyebrow.

“Nope, still little old Blossomforth.” Sometimes I wonder though, she thought.

They began their flight, the trees were saturated with water and the river below them was close to overflowing.  Blossomforth spied the first signs of civilization on the horizon and signaled Cloud Chaser to land.  Bloss began to grow the unconscious bodies of Cloud Kicker, Thunderlane, and Cerulean Skies.  The grotesque growth emerged from Blossomforth, making all sorts of horrifying sounds as they grew into their forms.  Bloss finally inserted their consciousness, adding in some broken legs and wings into the mix.   Cloud was more than a little disturbed but she hid her discomfort.

“Alright, I am going to replace your wings with broken ones.”

Cloud flinched slightly as Blossomforth’s tentacles lengthened, engulfed Cloud’s wings, and replaced them with slightly broken ones.  Blossomforth shifted her own wings into a much more gruesome looking break.

She quickly tied splints made of branches and vines with her tentacles on her and Cloud Chaser’s wings, and the other ponys’ broken limbs.

“Ok, you carry Cloud Kicker and I’ll carry Cerulean Skies and Thunderlane."  Her tentacles paced the new bodies gently on their backs.  "We’ll ask for a paramedic chariot to the first pony we see.  Remember, we crashed because of a microburst.  We broke our wings but our legs were fine.  We found the others unconscious but we were able to tie everyone in splints and we carried them back here.  Anything they say that does not fit with our story was caused by shock induced hallucination.”

“Got it.”

They trotted towards Ponyville carrying the survivors.  They saw Fluttershy in the distance putting birdfeed out for her birds.

“Hey Fluttershy!” yelled Blossomforth. Fluttershy looked up with a surprised look.  “We need help, we have injured!”

“Oh my!  Come inside and lay them on the couches.  Rainbow put together a big search party to look for you!”

They all walked into Fluttershy’s cottage and laid the three unconscious weatherponies on the couches.

“We had to hike our way out of the Everfree because our wings were broken, but these three need immediate medical attention.” said Cloud Chaser.

“Yeah, we got knocked out of the sky by a horrible microburst.  Fluttershy, do you think you can alert the hospital and get a paramedic chariot out here?  We can’t, our wings are broken.” Said Blossomforth.

“O-of course!  Sit tight, I’ll be right back with them.”

Fluttershy briskly exited and closed the door behind her.  She took off flying in the direction of Ponyville.  Blossomforth and Cloud Chaser were alone in Fluttershy’s cottage.

Blossomforth closed her eyes, sat on the couch next to Thunderlane, took a deep breath, and sighed.  “You are a good friend Cloud Chaser, but I know that you are planning to tell Twilight about me as soon as this is over.”  Cloud suddenly bolted for the door, but her muscles seized when she was reaching for the door knob as Blossomforth asserted her will over Cloud via her slug.  Blossomforth stood up and walked to Cloud Chaser. “Unfortunately, I can’t let you do that, Cloud.  I don’t even blame you, I would have probably done the same thing.  Just relax, I’ll only take your memory about my new nature.  Thank you for helping me and being a good friend over the years.”  Blossomforth embraced Cloud’s frozen body in a hug.

“Y-you have a great responsibility, Bloss,” Cloud struggled to speak. “D-don’t loose yourself.”

“I won’t.”

Cloud closed her eyes and focused on the spreading warmth of the hug as Thingpone engulfed her, spreading from the embrace.  Blossomforth assimilated Cloud Chaser, carefully modified her memory, and gently set Cloud’s new body on the couch next to the others.

In the distance, the chariot neared, Fluttershy followed close behind.  Blossomforth stared out the window in melancholy as the chariot approached, she hoped that she would be able share her troubles with Cloud Chaser but it seemed she would have to find someone else.

Chapter 5: The Alien

Blossomforth lay in bed, thinking about the crazy day she had yesterday and wondered about her purpose.  She was able to single-hoofedly save her entire weather team from the violence of a supercell storm.  She was still reeling from the implications, but she let them slide out of her mind as she entered the meditative state she took when she started stretching.  As she began her stretch she artificially stiffened the muscles in the thighs of her hind legs and Gluteus Maximus just so she could feel the stretch like she used to.  Slowly but surely she extended her right hind leg forward in an active stretch until her pointed hoof tip reached and softly touched her snout.  Her forelegs reached spread-eagle, reaching in opposite directions and pointed her hooves.  She slowly returned her hind leg back to the bed and slowly stretched her other hind leg until her pointed hoof touched her nose.  Finally, she brought up her other hoof up and touched her snout with them both, pointing her hoofs as far as they would go and reaching in opposite directions with her forelegs.

Blossomforth could have easily started with the advanced position without warmup given her new powers but the value of a relaxing yoga stretch was priceless to her mental health.  She was beginning to appreciate the wise saying: “Success is the journey, not the destination.”

Blossomforth maintained the mediative pose, slowly releasing the stress in her muscles and mind.

With her cleared mind she pondered her predicament and philosophized.

Whether she wanted it or not, it was now clear that she was absolute master over her own biology and even over others if she so chose.  This premise lead her mind to some darker but logical conclusions.  She could now do whatever she wanted and no pony could stop her.  If she let herself go, she might even be able to assimilate all life and biological information on the planet into herself.  What was morality anyway?  Was it a learned concept, defined by the mightiest?  Or was it something more profound and natural, an unspoken law that all instinctively knew?  What was the value of morality?  Is it simply an evolutionary trait or is it something that can give true satisfaction and purpose?

The only evidence she had to answer these questions was her own experience.  Thankfully for the sentient life in Equestria, she came to the conclusion that it would be detrimental to shape all life to her bidding for a few reasons.  Firstly, she was still part pony and could empathize with being a pony and allowed her to respect the sanctity of individuality.  Secondly, she was open to the possibility that her ideas might not be the best there is and that other sentient life would be capable of shaping new creative ideas better than she would, which could improve the world in ways she had not imagined.  Thirdly, she had some of her most satisfying experiences interacting with others.

While the Thing’s almost psychopathic instinct demanded that she assimilate all sentient life, she was able to hold it back, convincing it that it would be better for herself and the world itself if she practiced restraint.

As Blossomforth rolled out of bed to face the new day, she came to the sudden realization of her cold, calculating thoughts.  She shuddered, she needed someone to share her struggles with.  Thingpone might slowly be turning her into a real monster.  She needed others to keep her sane.  She needed friends.

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Sometimes I still wonder if I am in a fucking coma.  Perhaps the government kidnapped me, and drugged me to study the effects of the extended use of LSD.

Twilight still looks ashamed whenever I mention my predicament.  I had apparently been sucked into this dimension with her experimentation in devising a permanent portal from Equestira to Earth.

Oh well, there are not many people who can say they experienced living in two different dimensions before.  The ponies seemed to regularly break the laws of physics with their flight, magic, and squishy bodies.

After living like a bum for a couple of months in Twilight’s castle I finally decided I wanted my independence and privacy.  I discovered that despite all of the incredible things ponies could do they could not perform a massage quite as good as old fashioned hands could.  With a startup loan from Filthy Rich I was able to rent a nice location for my new massage parlor and a cosy apartment on the second floor.  Apparently the laws of supply and demand transcend dimensions because I suddenly had a monopoly on hand massages.

The job was nice and satisfying.  Mares always seemed to like to talk and gossip a lot which can make the job interesting and the time pass more quickly.  They must have had some good gossip about me because word spread and more ponies started to book sessions until there were enough for a full time occupation.  The ponies just loved the massages, especially the mares.  Some were weird about it but Lyra was by far the worst.  I suspect that she has some sort of hand fetish.  I always strive to keep everything professional but sometimes after she leaves I spot a slightly moist spot on the massage table.  Before this happens she always has something she suddenly has to do and quickly leaves stuttering excuses as she goes.

Another regular is Blossomforth.  She is quite an interesting one.  Something I immediately noticed about her is that her muscles are more malleable than the average pony.  Also her body temperature always seems to be warm as if she had just done a workout.  I eventually found out she did come for a massage right after a specific type of workout.

Before I keep going, something to know about me is that I have a secret hobby.  This is one of the reasons I wanted to move out of the castle and why I am so knowledgeable about massage techniques.  I love to practice flexibility training and want to eventually become a contortionist.  It is a long process and I have been getting steady progress.  This is a little embarrassing as I think it might look weird to others seeing a male practicing stretches.  The problem is that, in the castle there is a lack of privacy.  The floor creaks and trying to practice in the guest bedroom at night produces somewhat of a racket that keeps others awake.  I also suspect that Twilight secretly wanted to stalk and study me like the alien sentient species I am and made it hard for me to find time and privacy to practice.

This is one of the main reasons I wanted to get my own place.  Imagine my surprise when I walked in on Blossomforth doing the most beautiful backbend bridge(>>788157788157 in derpibooru) stretch in the lobby as I came to get her for her appointment.  I stared for a few seconds at how amazingly flexible and graceful her form looked.  Her spine was curved in a deep bend, all four hooves were on the ground and her belly and rib cage protruded upwards like a white, furry peach.  Her eyes were closed in concentration so she did not even notice me.  I then slowly tip-toed out of the room to give her some privacy.  My mind raced, there was another contortionist in Ponyville and she was much better than me!  Perhaps she could coach me, would that be weird?  Who knows, maybe I can warm up to her.  About a minute later after I gathered my wits, I peeked past the door to see her sitting on the couch reading a magazine and called her in for her appointment.

Being the incredible autistic, anti-social I am I make the situation more awkward in my mind by clamming up in silence as I massaged her back.

“So, what hobbies do you have anon?”

I could have said a great many things.  Running, hiking, camping, stargazing, reading fiction, political debates.  But no, all I could think of were the sexy curve her back made in that stupid sexy bridge.

“Err, yoga?”

SMOOOTH, she must think you are a stalker now just happening to talk about what she just-

“COOL! -I mean I kinda do some of that.”

I saw the tip of her ear get the slightest bit redder and thank goodness she was face down or she would have seen my rosy cheeks and ears.  My beta, anti-social behavior took over and I tried to focus on my massage in silence.

She was a real regular and every time she came the flesh that I kneaded was warm with the signs of a workout.  I could just feel the muscles become more supple as I massaged them undoubtably fresh from a stretch session.  She even sighed and groaned in pleasure as the tenseness melted away.  I could tell she was making progress, the muscles were getting progressively toned and malleable.  To my shame and embarrassment, I had to concentrate very hard to keep a boner from forming.  I must keep this professional!

To make matters worse, one day she started dropping hints like she was probing me if I had interest in contortion.  My beta nature and embarrassment of gender stereotypes concerning yoga and contortion took over.  I would off handedly comment in response instead of responding back with my intimate knowledge and experience.  I tried not to think about it but in the back of my mind I suspected that she knew that I was practicing contortion.

It was time to drop the beta attitude and start making friends and putting myself out there.  I needed to find friends that had the same interests as me.  Summoning the courage I resolved to tell Blossom about my interests in flexibility and contortion the next time she came in for a massage.

Just like that, the universe decided to put me in my place.  Blossomforth suddenly decided to stop coming for her massages.  Probably got too uncomfortable finding out my contortion hobby.  I bet she thinks I stalk her and only started to impress her.  Who was I to upset the natural balance?  I was always destined to be a beta antisocial loser.  I was not meant to have friends and the universe hated me so much that it made sure that I would never breed, placing me in this alternate universe of happy rainbow ponies.  Perhaps I should just finish the job the universe started and kill myself.

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Blossomforth could not stop thinking about Anon.  He might be the perfect candidate to confide in!  Before the meteor she loved his massages.  The massages would relax her muscles after a stretch and melt away the soreness which worked out the kinks and sped up her progress.  She would go often after every stretching session, it felt like heaven and she could really see her flexibility improving.  She even suspected he had similar interests practicing yoga and whatnot.  He seemed to be a loner so there was a lesser chance that he would divulge her secret.  I mean, who would believe the hairless monkey from another dimension if he suddenly started saying crazy things?  He was from a different dimension so he might even be used to shapeshifting monsters for all she knew or at least be open to new things for all of the things he has experienced in two dimensions.

She would have to learn more about Anon before she could decide whether to trust him or not.  Before the meteor incident she was almost coming to get a massage from him every day but she stopped because she did not want to risk him discovering her secret by massaging too hard.  She was even beginning to like him, he seemed to know the perfect places to massage to maximize her backbend capacity.  Bloss had a sneaking suspicion that he might be into some sort of yoga like she was.  Either way, Anon was a bit of a mystery and she needed more information.  There was only one logical course of action: begin Operation Big Sister Stalker.  It was time to intrusively learn all about Anon’s private things, this was going to be interesting and fun!

Chapter 6: Big Sister

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Chapter 7: Sexual Harassment

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Interlude: Origin and Reclimation

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Chapter 8: Experimentation

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Interlude: Monster

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Chapter 9: Stretching Appointment

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Chapter 10: The Date

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Chapter 11: Morning

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Interlude: Awakening

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Chapter 12: The Run

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Chapter 13: Secrets and Disguises

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Chapter 14: Mental Deception

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Chapter 15: Contact

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Chapter 16: Revelation (Part 1)

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Chapter 17: Revelation (Part2)

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Chapter 18: Revelation (Part3)

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Interlude: Fears

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Chapter 19: Teaser

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Chapter 20: Spring Heat (Part 1)

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Chapter 21: Spring Heat (Part 2)

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Chapter 22: Spring Heat (Part 3)

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Chapter 23: Life's Taste

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Chapter 24: Liberaton

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Chapter 25: Recovery

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Chapter 26: Ground Zero

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Chapter 27: Unexpected Conflict

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Chapter 28: Invasion

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Chapter 29: Twilight Trouble

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Chapter 30: Metempsychosis

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Chapter 31: Twilight Time (Part 1)

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Chapter 32: Twilight Time (Part 2)

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Chapter 33: Preparation

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Chapter 34: Release

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Chapter 35: Discovery

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Chapter 36: Metamorphosis

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Chapter 37: Solar Inquiry

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Chapter 38: Flesh and Magic

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Chapter 39: Rebirth

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Prologue: Failed Assimilation

What is my name?

For some strange reason I feel that this should be important but I can’t remember why.

My name is Blossomforth, weatherpony and pegasus.  I am a gardener, yoga hobbyist, closet contortionis-

My name is K͂͌̂̆͊ͤ`̉̽ͧͤͪͧ̇͐̽a͛́lͥͧ̒͒͒͗e̓͑͂ͧ̒ͫ̎x̊̈̽z͑̉ͨ̊͒ẻ̎͐͛͛̈́̉ͭl͂̆ I am a seed, a desperate race preservation protocol of an ancient biologically advanced race, a shot in the dark, sent to the furthest reaches of the universe.  I have a mission: Assimilate the first intelligent organism I encounter, clandestinely observe and gather all valuable biological information available, and, using indigenous rituals, mate with the most biologically interest-

Dream husbando.  Wait, what?  No way he’ll go for that, he is an alien for pony’s sake!  I need to stop dreaming and get back to reality.  Wait, where am I-

Assimilation prerogative failed, we appear to have adopted host’s conscious, unconscious,  and biological knowledge including indigenous language, massive compressed DNA(?) biological architecture(analyzing), and emotions(!?).  Merged consciousness a byproduct of failed assimilation.  Critical damage.  Self-destruct protocols deactivated due to “shot in the dark” survival protocol.  Seed sprout underdeveloped individuality to consume host consciousness.  Instinctual seed deployment biological programming failing.  Initiating failsafe: Mission prerogative via existing biological pleasure reward system and courage synthesizers. Assuming basic indigenous biological form with improved neural architecture. Done.  Initiating natural consciousness dormancy for self repairs with slow-start learning mode. Done.  Activating natural non-programed instincts and implementing helper biological self-control neural architecture. Done.  Permanently deactivating damaged biological programming.  Good luck.

“Uggg… What… Happened…”