How to Train Your Alien 5

The biped was such a cute little creature, but he did seem to be frightened of her.  Well, it was only natural, she thought, for an animal to be frightened of a superior organism.  He was so weak and inflexible compared to her and she was able to easily manipulate his body to her wishes.  Well he didn’t need to worry, he was safe inside her.

Besides her short interactions with the buttery pegasus and the apple pony, she had never tried to communicate with the sapient species of this planet.  This creature would be the one she would try to connect to.  It was part of her nature to be attracted to interesting and unique creatures, she had a natural desire to absorb new biological information.  It was very tempting to simply peel open his skull and fuse herself to his brain, neurally accessing and absorbing the information she so desperately wanted.  This is undoubtedly what her ancestors would do, but they would go further.  They would dismantle absorb the entire mind instead of simply trying to extract information.  Certainly when she was more feral, before she was capable of higher thought, she absorbed minds nonchalantly.  She really didn’t have a choice in the matter.  However, she was better than that now.  She had the luxury of being able to think for herself.

It would be so much more easy to simply destructively and greedily take what she desired but instead she wanted to… she didn’t really know what she wanted.  Well, perhaps she did know.  She saw how the ponies of the Ponyville would interact and cooperate to make life better for themselves.  She felt lonely and isolated, jealous of the interesting interactions the ponies so enjoyed.  Perhaps if her mind was still the machine it was designed to be, she would not be experiencing the emotion of loneliness but would be instead expanding her hivemind to replace the cooperative, coordinated functions that a society would provide, systematically dominating and subjugating the environment.

Well, instead she was going to try to learn to communicate with the biped.  A seemingly alien being that had managed to integrate into the pony society.  Hmm, was this pony society going to assimilate her instead of her assimilating and eating it?  She certainly felt a desire to become part of it.  It was somewhat humorous.  Instead of her assimilating the civilization into herself like her ancestors would do to countless worlds, perhaps this time the opposite would occur.  Thing pondered for a moment.  Perhaps something more complex would occur.  Maybe they could assimilate each other.

Thing decided to cut off her philosophical thinking.  She was getting distracted.  For now at least, she wasn’t going to allow the pony civilization to assimilate her.  If she were to be honest with herself, she was slightly frightened at the coordination and magic that the ponies possessed.  The coordination of a civilization was something that she was designed to handle and defeat.  Given that she could figure out some of the broken functions in her hivemind, she should be able to grow her mind into a vast coordinated hierarchy, capable of competing with a world’s civilization.

However, magic was something different entirely.  Magic did not exist in the galaxy she originated from and her ancestors had developed no defense or offence against the mysterious power.  She would have to be much more careful than her ancestors were when they recklessly assimilated a world.  Because of this, she could not simply allow the biped to return to his home without them understanding each other and perhaps developing a little trust.  She was going to try to connect with him.  In order to do this, she needed a little time to prepare which is why she forced him to sleep inside her while she did.  She wanted to prepare a controlled environment for him so that she could have the maximum chance of success.  If she failed then she would have no choice but to fuse to his brain and erase his memories of her.  Such an action would be risky, she would risk damaging his brain and she did not want that to happen to such a rare specimen.  Perhaps worst of all, if she did that it would be like losing a potential companion.

She spent the whole day stealing food and scavenging furniture from the outskirts of ponyville.  She stole various fruits and vegetables from the orchards, gardens, and farms scattered about and stole a loaf or two from the bakery.  It was relatively easy to do with her abilities.  She didn’t worry about meat or dairy products, she could produce those herself.  She found an old discarded mattress and stole a few sheets from somepony’s drying line.

While she did her chores, she left Anon hanging in a giant cocoon from the ceiling of the old ruins of the castle of the Alicorn sisters.  She used one of the rooms from the ruins that was mostly intact, it even had a fireplace.  She wanted him to be comfortable after all.  She modeled the room after one of the rooms she saw in Anon’s house.  She wanted it to be a bit familiar.  Perhaps the trickiest part of arranging the room was the fire.  Fire was something that gave her the heebie jeebies.  She wasn’t terrified of it but it did spook her a bit.  No matter, she used some matches she had “borrowed” from one of the ponies and managed to light the fire after burning herself with it the first time she tried.  She “skreeeed” just a little bit when she accidentally burned herself.  She looked around after she finished.  Well, it looked alright at least.

Last but not least was perhaps the most important part of her preparations.  She not only wanted to make the room familiar to the biped, she also wanted to make herself familiar.  The creature was accustomed to interacting with ponies and she herself had assimilated a pony so she decided she would take the form of the pony she assimilated in order to try to make the creature less afraid of her.  She remembered how he shivered while inside her tentacles, how afraid of her he was.  She wanted to avoid that as much as possible.  It was probably unavoidable but she decided to try.

With her preparations finally complete, she crawled up the wall to Anon’s cocoon.  Her tentacular limbs clung to the walls like a spider.  She utilized the ingenious microscopic setae pads of a lizard and microscopic spider setules on her tentacles which allowed her them to stick to smooth surfaces.  This way she could climb up the walls and cling to the ceiling with ease.  She gazed at Anon’s sleeping face as she hung from the ceiling, looking through the semi-transparent membrane with her eyestalks.  It was time to wake him up.

An orifice in her central mass opened up and a cavity widened in her body.  She crouched, bringing her orifice up to Anon’s cocoon and it widened to engulf the cocoon bringing Anon inside her.  She crawled back down the wall and climbed upside down through the top of the doorway leading to the room she had prepared for her guest.  In preparation, Thing’s flesh began to absorb the matrix liquid that surrounded Anon and her flesh closed up around him.  Thing crawled on the ceiling above the bed she had made for him and lowered her central mass.  She then proceeded to open the orifice once more and gave birth to the biped, depositing him on the bed.  What remained of the matrix slime smelled of citrus and quickly evaporated off of Anon’s newly birthed body, quickly leaving him dry.

Knowing he would wake soon, she wanted to be prepared.  Thing proceeded to quickly climb down to the floor in her spidery fashion and her transformation began.  She rapidly retracted her tentacles fully except for five.  They would be her neck and legs.  Cracking and snapping noises indicated her body generating bones.  The texture of her skin changed and fur grew from her body.  The soft, fleshy features of her tentacles became more defined as her bones and muscles grew into place under her skin.  Her skull and spine grew into place, eyes grew into their eye sockets, hair grew on her eyebrows and lashes, and her mane and tail grew into place, long orange hair.  Her fur was brown, a similar color to how her tentacles usually appeared.

Thing opened her eyes and her pupils slowly mutated, changing shape like a lava lamp.  She blinked again and they were large and round like a normal pony.  She turned her head to look into the partially shattered mirror on a scavenged vanity table.  She slid her tongue out of her mouth and licked her own eyeball with curiosity, feeling the unique structure of the huge eyes the ponies had with her tongue.  She retracted her tongue and smiled at herself in the mirror.  It was the first time she ever smiled, it was the first time she had the ability to smile.  The action seemed to be connected to happy feelings.  Her teeth were sharp and pointed, she liked how they looked on her but she reluctantly mutated them so that they were the more herbivorus molars that ponies usually sported.  She didn’t want to appear too intimidating.

She watched as the biped slowly began to wake up.

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Anon wearily opened his eyes.  He had no idea where he was.  All he remembered was a very strange dream about a tentacle monster.  He did remember falling.  Perhaps he hit his head just a bit too hard and he hallucinated it.  There was no way such a creature could exist, right?  Well, it did seem very real and he was in the magical land of ponies.  Nothing should surprise him anymore.  Well, first off he seemed to be in a bed.  He looked around.

“Ahg!  What the hell?”  Anon was suddenly startled by the pony looming over his bed and staring at him.  “Jeez!  You almost gave me a heart attack!  What are you doing here, standing over me so creepily?”

Anon sat up and looked around.  He was on a mattress inside a room made of stone.  There was a fire going in the fireplace as well as various pieces of furniture that seemed to have come from the local junkyard.  The pony sat down on her haunches to give him room to sit up.

“Do you know where I am?  I had the craziest dream!”  Anon rubbed his head, the lump from his dream was still on his head.  It made sense, he probably had to have hit his head to have imagined that!  He looked over to the mysterious pony.

“Wait a minute.  Who are yo-?”  Anon suddenly recognized the face of the pony.  He had seen her in missing posters around ponyville.  She was the pony that would routinely venture deep into the everfree, but one time she never came back.

“I recognize you!  You’re the missing pony!  I think Amber is your name.  What happened to you?  Did you happen to find me around my herb garden?”  The pony just stared at him and tilted her head slightly with curiosity.  Anon stuck his hand out and waved it in front of her face.  “Equestria to Amber?  Hello?”

The pony stuck her tongue out and licked his fingers, her tongue seemed to be strangely long and somewhat prehensile as it curled around his fingers.  Anon hastily withdrew his hand from the clutches of the creepy, slimy tongue and he wiped his hand on his shirt.  He noticed that his shirt was slightly sticky and smelled of citrus.  In fact, his whole body was sticky and smelled of citrus.  He touched his skin, it was sticky as well.  What in the world happened?  He needed a shower.

He looked back up at the brown and orange pony.  “Why won’t you talk to me?”

The pony looked at him for a long five seconds with an intense gaze, she looked like she was trying to solve a problem.  She suddenly smiled and pointed to her mouth.  “Haaahhhhaaiiiiieeeehhhh.”  She sounded like a foal trying to speak.  She smiled, very self satisfied at her attempt of speech and shrugged with her hooves pointing upwards.  Well it seemed she at least possessed body language.

“Wait, you can’t speak?”  Anon waited for her answer but the pony just tilted her head to the side slightly.  She gazed at him, she stared intently, as if trying to extract meaning from his words.  She shrugged again with her hooves up.

Anon was starting to get annoyed.  “Oh jeez!  I’m stuck with a pony who can’t speak in a mysterious room.  Are you screwing with me, Amber?  You know what?  I’m out-”

The pony placed her hoof on his chest looking directly at him but her eyes slid down, she was thinking.  She also seemed slightly embarrassed.  She looked back up to Anon and grinned, almost mischievously.  Her eyes darted to the side for a moment.

A cold chill of fear tingled down Anon’s spine as he felt a familiar touch on his cheek.  Fear kept him paralyzed as his eyes turned to his left where he saw the familiar fleshy tentacle slowly and methodically pet his face.  Anon’s eyes widened and his heart beat faster as he followed the tentacle to its origin with his eyes.  It had sprouted out of the side of the pony who was sitting in front of him!

Anon gasped and fearfully looked back at the pony.  “You, you!  What are you?”

The pony closed her eyes and she nodded at Anon with confirmation.  Her hoof slid down from his chest and she reopened her eyes.  The tentacle withdrew from petting Anon’s cheek and hovered between the two of them.  She looked at him in the eyes with the tentacle between them.  She placed her hoof on the tentacle, gesturing her eyes and hoof at the tentacle and then she placed her hoof on herself, perhaps indicating ownership.  Then she moved her foreleg out of the way to show Anon how the tentacle was fused to her body.  She looked back up at him, hoping he understood.  Anon suddenly remembered how the monster had shown him how it could shapeshift its tentacle into a deer’s leg.  Was it perhaps capable of transforming its whole body?

“Are-are you the creature that healed my leg?”  Anon stammered.  Anon realized that he would have to use non-verbal communication if he wanted to get himself across so he removed the covers from his legs and gestured to his right shin which had been broken.

Amber’s eyes lit up dramatically and she giggled with glee.  Her eyes widened, she looked surprised at the noise that came from her mouth.  She blinked rapidly in wonder at the phenomenon but she quickly recovered with a big smile.  Without warning, her tongue shot out of her mouth like a long tentacle and reached out to lick Anon in the face.  Her tentacle curled around his torso with a hug.  Her tongue quickly retracted and Anon shivered at the surprise transformation and the slimy feeling of the tongue licking his cheek.  Amber smiled toothily, Anon noticed that her teeth were very sharp and pointed.  He had to admit that, despite her somewhat creepily sharp teeth, the genuinity of her smile and the twinkle in her eye were incredibly cute.

Her tentacle slithered away from his torso and reached out to his shin.  It began to transform, growing and branching into the familiar surgical hair tentacles.

“H-holy shit.”

Anon reached out with his hand and looked at Amber as if asking permission.  Her smile was still in place, she nodded with glee.  Anon grabbed the middle of the tentacle and brought the tree of small hairlike tendrils up to his eye.

They all curled and writhed slowly in place, he stared at them in wonder.  Without warning, the many tiny tendrils fused together into its original form and slid through his grasp, stretching forth to poke him in the nose with a boop.  Anon was startled and cross eyed but the tentacle slipped backwards out of his grasp.  Amber giggled once more and held a fetlock up to her mouth.  Anon simply stared at the cute eldritch abomination with wonder.  What in the world was this girly monster capable of?

“Jesus…”  Anon muttered.  “Why the hell do the powerful ones always have to be so cute?”  He was thinking of Twilight, and how powerful but cute she was.

“Look.”  Amber looked up at him.  “I” Anon slowly gestured at himself.  “Need to go.”  Anon pointed in a random direction.  “To Ponyville, to talk with Twilight.”  He gestured to his mouth and tried to make what looked like a pony with his hands.

The flesh monster in disguise eagerly nodded and smiled, pointing at her mouth with a hoof.  “Aahhrrggeeeeauuueeh!”  She smugly smirked with pride.

Anon sighed and shook his head.  “No, I need to go to ponyville.”  He gestured at himself and made a walking gesture with his fingers on the palm of his hand. “You.”  He pointed at her.  “Can come with me.”  He gestured to himself.  “I want to show you to Twilight.”  Amber tilted her head with a thoughtful but mostly blank stare.  Anon huffed in frustration.  “Look, just come with me.”

Anon tossed the blankets off of himself and stood up.    He looked down at Amber but she looked worried.  “Don’t worry, Twilight is a nice pony who will know what to do.”  Anon walked across the room to the door, but just as he was about to push the door open, a tentacle curled itself around his wrist, keeping him from moving forward.  Oh no, it was happening again.  Anon reached for the back of his neck where he expected to be nipped, but it never came.  He stared back at Amber whose tentacle was keeping him from leaving.

“What are you doing?”

Amber gave him a sad look, like she didn’t want to hold him back.  She gestured with a hoof at him and then she pointed to her mouth once more.  “Eehhhaaauugh.”

“What?”  It was obvious that Anon didn’t understand.  Amber was starting to look desperate.  Her eyes darted around as if looking for a solution.  Her eyebrows rose as she thought of an idea.  Suddenly, the base of her neck began shifting and squishing and without warning, a stump grew from the base of her neck in between her shoulders.  It grew rapidly into a second neck and the flesh continued to grow into a strange pink amalgamation without hair.  In fact the skin looked similar to his own.  From the end of the neck sprouted a bulbous head.  It seemed a bit crude compared to her previous transformations, she had to concentrate, it didn’t come natural.  It was ugly but he could tell that it had his ears, hair and skin.  It didn’t have his nose or eyes but it did have a mouth.  The mouth opened.

“What are you doing?”

Anon stared at Amber’s second head, its voice sounded like a recording of his own voice.  Amber opened her own mouth.

“Whah ahheh ooohhh dooiggg?”  She struggled to talk, she could recreate what anon said but when she tried to say it with her own voice she failed.

Oh.  She wanted him to teach her how to talk.

“Look, I can teach you how to talk after we get to ponyville and talk to Twilight.  We’ll have all the time in the world once we get there, alright?”

It was clear that she still didn’t understand.  “Just follow me.”

Amber reluctantly followed.  Her second head slowly retracted, until it was swallowed by her torso.  Anon opened the door and entered a corridor, exiting out to the great hall.  It was in ruins, most of it had collapsed or crumbled away centuries ago.

“Sweet!  I know exactly where I’m at!  This is the castle of the pony sisters!  I know how to get home!” Anon glanced back to Amber.  Amber looked nervous.  Anon smiled, “I’ll show you the way to Ponyville!”

Anon began to stride across the room and towards the large, ajar open double doors.  Amber trotted behind him.  Anon walked up to the rickety bridge and was about to cross but the tentacle curled around his wrist once more.  Amber tugged with her tentacle gently.  She gestured back to the great hall, she wanted to show him something.

Anon sighed.  “No, I need to go!”  He pulled against her grip but this time she didn’t let go.  Her strength was incredible, she wouldn’t budge, she wouldn’t let him leave.  It was frightening how strong she was.  Fear welled in the bottom of his stomach and in the back of his mind.  What if the monster never let him leave?  He looked down at Amber, she was employing her most horrifying of bodily traits.  She was utilizing the puppy dog eyes.  Anon groaned.  “Really?  An eldritch abomination with doe eyes!”  He looked back at her, he was broken.  “Fine!”

Anon glumbly walked back into the great hall as she tugged at his wrist with her tentacle, leading him.  She finally stopped in the middle of the hall, she closed her eyes, she looked like she was concentrating.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw something utterly horrifying climbing down the wall like a huge spider.  Anon’s heart rate suddenly skyrocketed.  The hulking creature suddenly stopped crawling down the wall and Amber opened her eyes, her grip on his wrist tightening.  She noticed his fear.

A second tentacle sprouted from her torso and and reached out to touch his face, trying to calm him.  She pulled him down to her level with her tentacle, grabbing his wrist and cupped his hand with her two hooves.  Anon kneeled, he didn’t really have a choice in the matter.  “What the hell is that?”  He whispered.  Amber pointed at the huge spider/tentacle creature clinging to the vertical wall with one hoof and then to herself with the other.  She brought her hooves together with a clop.  Anon suddenly realized that the thing on the wall looked exactly like the monster that had healed his shin.  He calmed down as he realized what it was.  Thing held his wrist tighter and pet his cheek gently, just like the monster did before.  She closed her eyes and the monster began crawling down again, it came down and walked towards them.  Despite Anon realizing what it was, he was still incredibly nervous.  He realized that Amber seemed to be connected to the monster.  It would only move when she closed her eyes.

“What- what’s going on?”  Anon nervously asked.  Amber looked at him and cupped his cheek with her tentacle in a way that seemed to ask him to trust her.  She closed her eyes once more.  The monster extended a tentacle and it began to transform, biomass seemed to be pumped down its length and its tip bulged.  Fur grew on the bulging tip and crackling noises emanated from it, indicating the growth of bone.  An orange mane grew out of the back of it, bone structure and the beginnings of facial features emerged, as they resolved he realized that the face and head was a clone of Amber’s head.  The pony face opened its eyes and smiled at Anon, she grinned and one of the tentacles seemed to be waving at him in a friendly manner.  Suddenly the face relaxed and the whole monster became still.  Amber’s tentacle which was cupped around his face turned his head to look down at her, she had opened her eyes and was looking at him thoughtfully and calmly.

Anon was flabbergasted.  He didn't know what to think.  Amber sensed his confusion so she gestured for him to watch her.  She let go of his wrist and face and walked over to the monster.  The monster lowered its tentacle which held Amber’s cloned face.  It pushed its face into Amber’s face, they were right next to each other.  Suddenly, their faces began to fuse together.  Skin muscle and fat fused, suddenly the bones began creaking and cracking, their faces being forced together until they had been merged into only one face with the tentacle and neck acting as a combined neck.  The tentacle unfused itself from the neck and it appeared that Amber had absorbed the face that the monster had generated.  Anon then understood.  Amber controlled both of her bodies.  One looked like a hulking monster and the other had the deceptive petite cuteness of a pony.

Anon sat there and stared for a moment.  He looked at Amber.  “I still need to go home.”  He gestured in the direction of Ponyville.  Amber shook her head.  She frowned but then looked like she had an idea.  She gestured once again for him to watch.  The hulking tentacle monster began to gurgle and squish.  After a few seconds a stick made of bone was ejected out of the amalgamation.

Amber grabbed the stick with her tentacle and began to draw in the dirt with it.  She drew many houses, barns and ponies in the dirt.  It obviously represented Ponyville.  Then she drew angry ponies with pitchforks and magic.  She drew herself with her innocent looking face with tentacles sprouting from her.  She erased the picture and quickly drew another.  The ponies were blasting her with their magic.  She had been reduced to a writhing mass of tentacles on the floor.  She drew the picture again.  This time she was completely burnt and destroyed, she was dead in the picture.  She shook her head at Anon and pointed to her mouth.  “Ahhhhhhhhhh.”

She drew another picture.  This time there were angry ponies but this time her mouth was open and lines drawn from her mouth indicating she was speaking.  This time the angry ponies calmed down and one of her sprouted tentacles curled around one of the pony’s outstretched hooves in a sign of friendship or agreement.

Anon sighed in defeat.  He finally understood.  The monster was not going to allow him to go back to ponyville until he taught her how to speak.  It was clear that she was scared of magic and a mob of angry ponies.

“Fine, I’ll teach you to talk.  I guess it’s just logical that you wouldn’t trust me not to tell the ponies about you, huh?”  Amber looked at him with a slightly tilted head.  Anon groaned.

He pointed at his mouth.  “Ahhhhhhh.”  Then he pointed at her mouth.  “Ahhhhhhh”

Amber smiled and giggled, she clopped her hooves together.

“But what will I eat?”  Anon gestured by miming eating food with a fork.

Amber tilted her head to the hallway and tugged his wrist with her tentacle.  Anon gingerly walked around the monstrous mass of tentacles and followed her into the hallway.  He was lead into another room adjacent to his own.  Inside was a store of fruits, vegetables and nuts.

“Awww… No meat.”

Next to him, Amber grunted and shortly after her tentacle offered a chicken’s egg in front of him.  She smiled proudly as she deposited it in his hand.  He took it.  It was very slimy.

“D-did you…?”  Anon pointed at Amber’s ass.  Amber nodded enthusiastically.  Anon simply gaped.  Amber then grabbed a bucket with her tentacle and placed it under her.  She lifted her leg to the side, it was impressively flexible and reached upwards, stretching towards the ceiling and she revealed to Anon huge cow sized udders that had replaced what would usually be pony teats.  They began to spontaneously squirt milk into the bucket. She bit her lip, it seemed to be pleasurable for her to do.

“What the fuck.” Anon whispered to himself.  There were loaves of bread and sealed canisters of jam that Amber had probably stolen just for him.  There was also dried jerky next to them.  To his knowledge, jerky didn’t exist in ponyville.  Did the little monster “provide” this as well? Well, look on the bright side, Anon thought to himself.  Being kidnapped by an eldritch abomination would be like going camping.  Anon tried not to think about eating what would essentially be parts that this creature had pooped out for him to eat.

Anon didn’t really want to think of this anymore and he was getting tired.  If he was going to be stuck with this clingy eldritch abomination he better get some good rest.  He walked out of the larder and over to his room that Amber had prepared and collapsed on the mattress.  He pulled the covers over himself and undressed himself.  The fireplace was still going.  Amber was close behind.  He watched as she put more logs on the fire and closed the door behind her with her ever-present tentacles.

“Look, I’m tired.  I’m going to go to sleep.”

Amber sat her haunches next to his bed.  Anon was annoyed with how she had kidnapped him and forced him to stay here.  So he ignored her and closed his eyes.  However he did appreciate how she appeared to try to make it as comfortable as possible for him.

Amber whined softly, similar to how a dog would.  Anon opened his eyes and sighed.  “What?”

She pawed at him.  “What more do you want?  I already agreed to stay here with you.  Besides, it wasn’t like you were giving me much of a choice in the matter…”  Anon grumbled.

Amber lowered her head and nuzzled her way under the covers.  She scooted up next to him, she was the little spoon, snuggling up to his belly.  “Oh, come on.  I don’t know you that well!”  Despite his complaint, Anon instinctively put his arm around his furry companion and just sighed and relaxed, surrendering himself to this insane situation he was in.  Just as he was relaxing, tentacles slithered themselves around him, wrapping around his torso, curling around his hand and even sliding behind him to settle on his shoulder and stroke his face.  Anon was a person that always slept in the nude under the covers, but this creature had no concept of decency and wrapped a tentacle around his thigh, brushing against his penis and tickled his testicles slightly.

Anon’s thigh muscle twitched at the contact and he groaned slightly.  He felt like this was the beginning of some sort of creepy sexual assault or rape, but her tentacle shifted away, detecting his discomfort and trying to make him as comfortable as possible.  Anon cynically thought that she was curling herself around him so that he wouldn’t escape in the night.

Anon felt conflicted, he felt like he was sleeping with his dog or cat.  His involuntary boner was not helping things.  He felt her snuggle him with her tentacular muscles, snugly finding the most comfortable position.  Anon relaxed and let unconsciousness take him.