Chapter 6

Thingpone absolutely loved the feeling of living, struggling biological matter adhesively fusing to the epidermis of her shifting muscle at a molecular level as the specimen tried to fruitlessly move away from her sticky, flowing flesh.  Muscle, fat, bone, and organs of the specimen melting away like hot wax at her willing touch to be efficiently processed for information, dissolved into base molecules, converted to her advanced xenobiology, and finally affixed to her will.  Blossomforth did not notice the bands of muscle and tendons beneath her furry epidermis wriggling gleefully like snakes, and the fat between her muscles shifting and boiling ever so slightly at the thought of assimilation.  Blossomforth had to concentrate to prevent a dribble of saliva from forming at the corner of her mouth.  She almost succeeded but had to stop walking to wipe her mouth with a hoof.

"Hehehe!  I see you like them apples!  First of the season.  Just bucked them this morning, you can have some on the house as a thank you for saving my apple trees from that storm!"

Blossom mentally shook herself out of her stupor and remembered that she was shopping at the farmer's market.  She focused her eyes and looked at the ripe apples.

"Thanks, Applejack.  I'll take six."

Bloss opened her saddlebag with her wing and Applejack tossed in six apples.

"Have a good one, sugarcube!"

"Thanks again, AJ."

Blossomforth quickly turned and hid the frustration and embarrassment with herself that thoughts of engulfing and melting somepony could bring such overwhelming pleasure.  Assimilation was incredibly addicting.  The local wildlife was adequate but it could not replace the exhilarating feeling of a complex sentient being.  She couldn't help but think that she would have a very hard time not giving into her baser instincts if she visited Anon again for a massage.  She could just imagine losing concentration, relaxing, and letting Anon's hand melt and slide into her as he massaged her.  If she went, her skin would be able to taste the tantalizing traces of DNA Anon would no doubt leave on her skin as he massaged her muscles and fat.

Maybe she could assimilate him just a little bit while he slept.  You know, just a little blood sample to hold her over.  The horrified, helpless face of Lyra flashed in her memory.  No.  She had resolved not to assimilate anypony unless it was absolutely necessary.

Moodily stewing over her predicament she mindlessly placed a few more fruits and veggies into her saddlebags and hoofed over a few bits to Carrot Top.  Although she probably did not really need them anymore, she still liked the taste of fruits and cooked veggies.

Well, if she wanted a new friend she would have to take risks and action.  Nopony ever accomplished anything without that.  Tonight would be the night she began investigating Anon.


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Once again Blossomforth found herself literally slipping into someone's house with a distinct but quiet squelching sound.  She loitered in front of Anon's massage business as the small tentacle attached to her rear end pushed its way through the crack of the front door.  Once inside an eye sprouted on the tip of the tentacle making her appendage a periscope.  The vision of her new eye coming into focus, it was dark and deserted inside.  Blossomforth turned her head around and her fleshy periscope inside Anon's house to make sure that no one was looking.  She did not see anypony.  It was quite dark but she still did not want to risk anyone seeing her "squelch" through the crack of a door.  She also did not want to unlock the door and open it because it might be creaky.  There was a storm door and a main door so instead she opened the storm door and walked straight into the main door, sticking and flowing on the door's vertical surface with her microscopic spider hair fibers, deforming into her sticky, goopy form and covering the door's surface to make room for the rest of her mass.  She even darkened her color like a chameleon for good measure.  From the outside it would seem like she had simply opened the storm door and walked into the shadows of the interior of the house.

Blossomforth allowed the storm door to slowly click closed behind her.  She was now pressed in the space between the storm door and the main door.  A goopy blob of muscle, skin, and hair attached to the door's surface.  Concealed from any prying eyes, she began flowing through the crack of the main door making the sticky, wet sound of dough being kneaded as she did.  Blossomforth slid her fleshy mass onto the floor.  Bone creaked as a bone skull formed and emerged from the blob and liquid muscle flowed around the skull forming the familiar face of Blossomforth supported by a long snakelike neck that terminated into the mass of flesh.  Blossomforth opted to slither against the floor using her mass rather than fully forming and risking Anon hearing her hoofsteps.

She reasoned that she might be able to get some information about Anon if she poked around a bit.  She found herself in the lobby.  Not much of interest here except for a few newspapers and magazines.  She slid into the next room which had the massage table and many books about pony anatomy.  She sprouted a few tentacles with the microscopic spider hair scopulae she used to slither up walls.  This allowed her tentacle to stick to the binding of the books and pick them up.  Many of them focused on the muscles and nervous system, some of the more hidden ones were about pony yoga.  Blossomforth smiled, this was very promising.

With renewed optimism, she slid like a snail into the next room.  A kitchen, not much of interest.  Anon was a little messy.  Empty cups and cereal boxes on the counter.  Moving on she quietly slid through the cracks of another door and deposited herself into the garage, once again forming her skull.

Now this was interesting.  Here in the garage were two of Anon's most prized possessions that piggybacked through Twilight's portal.  The first one she saw was a bicycle.  It was a mechanical thing that Anon used to propel himself down roads.  Ponies had similar contraptions but this one had more complicated machinery and amazingly no magic to help it!

The next one looked like a chemistry experiment.  There were two vats of funny smelling chemicals which had two wires snaking away to the top of a tall Anon-sized workbench.  Blossom lengthened her neck to see over the lip of the bench.  The wires snaked into a plug that plugged into a magical device Anon called a "phone".  On the glass surface the phone read "charging".  She had seen Anon use this magical device to take pictures and view them after he took them.  It seemed to be able to store an unlimited number of pictures behind its glass.  She suspected there were some really smart horned humans to have come up with such a wondrous magical device.

Blossomforth's curiosity overtook her.  She had seen Anon expertly manipulate his fingers over the glass surface of the device.  Pony hooves were not exactly good for this but now that she had tentacles she should be able to use it!  She carefully extended two tentacles and grew her spider scopulae to grip the charger and the phone's prestine glass surface.  She carefully unplugged the charger made a soft chime.  She froze.  She was all the way in the garage and the chime was not loud so Anon probably did not hear that.  Slightly more nervous, she adhered her other scopulae tipped tentacle to the back of the phone and released the scopulae from her other tentacle, detaching itself from the glassy screen.  The screen was dark, she touched the screen but nothing happened.  She flipped and rotated the phone, finally finding the buttons hidden on the side.  The first two did nothing but when she pressed the third one the screen lit up and said "slide to unlock".  Curiously, she extended a tentacle to the glass and slowly glided it over the surface.  The image responded to her touch. "CHICK"  Bloss almost dropped the phone as it made the startling sound but thankfully the scoupulae kept the phone attached to her tentacle.  Rows of boxy images appeared on the screen.  She was bewildered by the rows of blocks.  She had thought that this thing was a simple camera but it was obviously something more.  She spied that one of the blocks in the bottom right looked like a camera.  Maybe she could figure this one out since she had seen Anon use it before.  She touched the camera symbol and suddenly the image of the garage behind the phone appeared on the glass screen.  Maybe she could take a picture.  There were two buttons, a symbol that looked like a pile of photographs and a camera film symbol.  Was this device also a video camera?  Well, she would find out later.  For now she would just take a picture of the empty garage.

She touched the pile of pictures but it did not take a picture like she thought it would.  Instead what Blossomforth saw made her gasp.  It showed a still image of Anon in his underwear doing an excellent bridge backbend stretch! ([url=http://api.ning.com/files/HD0RdVTwp0CIPLuo1zn7OI25c3wyUfNLrkUDh-pRLo2bJi-eBV69BD418SyF5VzSdsvadH1y7hXH1gHT2cmqfkMiwgIT14In/ScreenShot20150826at12.35.53AM.png]image link[/url])  Blossomforth's mind reeled and her heart rate increased.  The image was beautiful, Anon's ribcage could be seen prominently jutting out as he did his deep backbend stretch, attempting to keep his legs straight.  He seemed to be getting close to a chest stand.  Before the meteor, Blossomforth herself had recently achieved a headsit where her back bent to such a degree that her flank touched the top of her head.  Maybe in a few months he could do a chest stand or maybe even a headsit in a year if he really tried!  It was utterly fascinating to see an alien species practice contortion, a hobby that she loved so very much.

Blossomforth's heart beat with excitement, Thingpone's instinctual curiosity and hunger for biological information perked.  Anon suddenly seemed much more interestng, Thingpone wanted to know more about his biological architecture.  With a shaking tentacle she pressed the arrow symbol to see the next picture.  It was a picture of Anon in a straddle split. ([url=http://api.ning.com/files/t3ZSopUVDga6SZ9H-aQHQVMqn4YMbgwnzQ0jjJ-f3RE*UdhrfJvgcike99paui3ZXeL7MVhzzDy864vinuRDpYYnftOqZFzD/ScreenShot20150509at1.13.50PM.png]image link[/url])  His legs were at a 180 degree angle with his feet on the arm rests of a couch balancing himself in the middle.  This was also impressive, she could do a bit of oversplitting before the meteor, it had taken her an embarrassingly long time to accomplish the straddle splits.

The next picture was of Anon doing a very tight frontbend knot with both of his feet behind his head.  ([url=http://api.ning.com/files/K4UzZoI6JDxBpHyubvMOkTUcbDaHYSktx6LAOQxIj53tXLv5SLm-ePKY7Biri2MbIuGLiuAeVBZ*l72rxDDqCg5j6lgOk*mm/ScreenShot20150807at12.15.12AM.png]image link[/url])  His frontbend was almost as good as hers was!  It was such a tight frontbend that he might even be capable of autofellatio!  Blossomforth's face reddened, that was a rude thing to think of someone but the truth was that such deviances were very common amongst contortionists.  She skipped to the next picture, this one looked like a chest stand attempt on a couch. ([url=http://api.ning.com/files/Qeusznqd6YnTP83*0dF*oC3W1FQMWhsIts53RHjZ3pISaPHeVIZRr1RnevxqS-cMWHZnRoOQp*3a1pP6UjzKYWLi15E*8JpL/ScreenShot20150828at6.57.41pm2.png]image link[/url]) It was getting close!

That was it, she would have to befriend Mr. Anon even if she was not sure she could trust him with her secret.   He was simply too interesting!  Thingpone's hunger for his DNA was becoming unbearable.  What would a little dribble of blood taken from Anon hurt?

With that thought, she placed the phone back on the bench and carefully reattached the charger to the phone.  She decomposed her form, fused back through the door into the kitchen and recomposed her head and snakelike neck.  Her bloblike mass supporting her neck slithered across the kitchen floor towards the stairs leading to Anon's bedroom.  She would have to be careful for this part.  Stairwells and hallways were known to be very creaky.  To bypass this she grew her incredibly useful spider-hair scopulae to slide up the wall and attach her main mass of flesh to the ceiling.  She slithered on the ceiling towards Anon's bedroom her head and neck hanging below her.  Once she was at the doorway to Anon's bedroom she slid a small tentacle periscope through the top crack of the door to spy inside.  She saw Anon sleeping peacefully with the covers strewn everywhere.  Jackpot.  In order to minimize noise, she decomposed herself slowly and began slipping through the top of the closed door very slowly and carefully.  She proceeded to slide ever so slowly on the ceiling until she was directly above Anon's sleeping body.  She started to get excited and a little bit of adrenaline entered her circulatory system.  Blossomforth was not sure why she was getting so excited, but Thingpone knew.  Bloss suddenly remembered why she came here.  She needed to see any private things like Journals to get to know him better.

She spotted the journal on his bedside table and sprouted a tentacle to reach out and snatch it.  She then took the book and slowly slid her way on the ceiling to the closet and slinked inside.  She generated the compound from that lightning bug she assimilated a few days ago and her tentacle glowed dimly but enough to read the journal with.  She began to read.

After reading the first few lines Blossomforth immediately knew what it was.  It was Anon’s stash of fiction.  She continued scanning the page.  The tips of her ears turned red.  Incredibly kinky fiction.  She continued to read and her face started to become red.  Anon had some interesting fantasies concerning flexibility, she never knew that Anon was such a deviant, perhaps she could use it against him in the future.

She extinguished the bioluminescent appendage and proceeded to carefully slide out of the closet and across the ceiling, hovering directly above Anon to reach out and replace the book where it belonged.  She began to retract her tentacle but hesitated.  Anon’s sleek body looked tantalizingly ripe for harvest.  There were bound to be genes and enzyme structures never before seen in Equestria just waiting to be discovered and put to use!  She hung stock still, calculating.  Thingpone wanted desperately to assimilate Anon right then and there.  Blossomforth’s mouth began salivating.  A little blood wouldn’t hurt right?

In a trancelike state, Blossomforth’s muscular, flexible tongue began emerging from her mouth like a charmed snake.  The tip of her tongue lengthened and thinned, reaching forward until it was as thin as a hypodermic needle.  It was in fact the proboscis of a mosquito she had assimilated (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLIYuXlUS3k).  Her tongue’s proboscis snaked through the air towards the exposed vein in the neck of Anon, a river of blood just waiting to be tasted like fine wine.  A thin trail of saliva traced the length of her tongue in anticipation-

“BEEP BEEP”

The beep of Anon’s watch marking the hour was like a fog horn in the silence, it read 2am.  Blossomforth flinched out of her trance and a speck of saliva flicked from from her tongue arching directly towards Anon’s face.  Desperately she reached out with her tentacle to catch the drop of saliva but it was too late.  It fell directly on Anon’s face.

Anon stirred, she almost panicked.  At this rate he might wake up!  She rapidly but carefully retracted her tongue and extended tentacle, thinking quickly about her next course of action.  She could not move quickly, she risked making noise being in such close proximity to Anon.  Anon groaned and Bloss’s heart-rate quickened.  She looked at the ceiling, that was it!  She could take the color of the ceiling, she just hoped that anon would not turn on the lights, she was not sure how well she could mimic the ceiling’s color and texture.  Taking a good look at the wall’s color she spread herself over the surface area of the ceiling and took on the color she observed.  Her false ceiling was a bit fleshy but the same color so if he did not look directly at the ceiling with the lights on she should be fine.  She left an eye hanging by a thread of flesh to observe.

Anon touched his face and felt the slimy saliva.  He groaned again and wiped his sheets on his face and rolled over.

If Bloss had a mouth she would have sighed in relief.  Instead the thread of flesh supporting her eye drooped in relief.  That was enough for tonight, she had learned a lot about Anon and the more she learned the more interesting he became.  She would definitely put in the effort to try to become friends with him.  That’s what the elements of harmony would want right?  Assuming, of course, they did not blast her if they ever discovered her horrifying nature.  Thingpone thought that she might want to invest in brain slugs for the six elements.  You know, just in case.  She had a lot to think about tomorrow, but for now she was satisfied to sneak her way back to her house and deform onto the warm bed that was calling her name.