Chapter 3

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 Blossomforth.  She sobbed softly and a few tears escaped her watering eyes.