Blossomforth stirred slightly as a beam of sunlight angled itself onto her eyelid. She felt a warm presence rubbing warmly against her epidermis and she shifted and snuggled herself around the warmth with a cosy feeling. She could feel and hear the beating pressure of his heart pumping, popping arteries out of his skin slightly as the heart forced lifegiving liquid into every organ and crevice of his body. She felt and heard his chest expand in a rhythmic motion, filling and infusing the liquid with the nutritious oxygen. She reached out slowly, tracing these pulsating arteries and veins down the curve of his skin and muscles on his torso, under some fabric, and she suddenly felt an anomaly. She explored the anomaly, feeling it. At her touch it seemed to begin pulsating at a more rapid pace and became larger. Curiously, she traced her touch along and felt the popping arteries with a powerful flow of life liquid coursing up the protrusion. She stopped when she felt a small bead of sticky warm substance at the tip of the bulbous end. Wait, wha-?

Blossomforth opened her eye with a start and tried to lift her head. It made a sticky sucking sound and popped as she dislodged what remained of it away from a puddle of gore. She looked down. It seemed that half of her face and skull had melted in her sleep. She sighed out of the hole in the side of her face and the viscous, gory flesh below her climbed and flowed up her neck to reform the missing part her skull and face. Unfortunately, not the first time this had happened. Surprisingly, she had gotten a very restful sleep. Since her transformation she never seemed to get good sleep but this morning she felt unusually peppy. Time to see how deformed her body had gotten while she was sleeping. Anon was still asleep below her suspended skull, it seemed he was halfway engulf- OHSHIT! Blossomforth's eyes widened dramatically as she fully realized her situation.

Her half melted face had been resting on Anon's chest as she slept. Her muscular, viscous flesh stuck to anon like a second skin, flowing under his pajamas. Her muscle tightly gripped Anon as she had been unconsciously enjoying the feel and warmth of his flesh. She could feel that her flesh was fully, firmly wrapped around his torso and neck and was slowly inching up his arms and down his torso, engulfing more of him as she went. To make matters worse, her body had decided to once again paralyze and keep anon in his state of unconsciousness via neurotoxic injection. At least it kept him from waking up before she did. She did not know what she would have done if he had. Thank goodness that her body had not decided to begin the assimilation process while she slept.

Well, this was salvageable, right? She loosened her fleshy, viscous grip on poor Anon's torso and began to retract her flesh but she felt something sticky, and warm. Her face contorted in horror. Had she been... feeling up Anon in her sleep? She shifted her flesh around the bulge and felt the thing. It started to get bigger again as she touched and felt it with her muscle. SHIT-SHIT-SHIT! Slowly and carefully she continued to retract her flesh, doing her best not to inadvertently provide more stimulation. The pulsating slowed and she sighed in relief. Her face had become very red, embarrassed at how... clingy she had become in her sleep.

She carefully flowed her shifting flesh off of Anon's chest and body, down the bed onto the floor and reformed her pony self slowly and quietly. She was starting to feel a bit guilty about halfway cocooning Anon, keeping him paralyzed while she slept, and tightly clinging to him. She stood on her hind legs and propped herself on the edge of the bed with her front hooves. She lengthened her vinelike neck and suspended her face next to anon's and gave him a kiss on the cheek injecting him with the antidote as she did.

This seemed to happen a lot. Her instincts seemed to love to utilize the stinger/neurotoxin combination ever since she learned to use it. This might turn into a problem... She suddenly came up with an idea. What if she implanted a custom made organ inside of Anon so that she could use to telepathically inject the antidote directly into his heart whenever he needed it. Yes, this could work.

She snaked her tongue out of her mouth and it thinned as it stretched forward to become a mosquito's proboscis. She snaked the razor thin appendage through the air above Anon's chest. The proboscis dived between the threads of Anon's pajamas. It sunk deep into Anon's flesh right next to his heart. Instead of attempting to suck his blood like she almost did before, she injected her own cells into his flesh. Her slug slid out of her proboscis, burrowed through his flesh and wrapped itself around Anon's heart and formed a tiny branching artery to the Aorta which was the enormous artery that fed blood from the heart to the rest of the body. From there it could get the small amount of nutrients it needed to subsist from the blood stream and could produce the antidote or whatever chemical Bloss wanted to inject directly into the main artery of Anon's body.

Blossomforth retracted her tongue, satisfied with her work. She felt Anon's heart beat telepathically though her slug. Now she could be with anon all the time even when her main body was physically separated from him. She smiled warmly as she gazed at anon but still felt guilty for grabbing him and forcing him to sleep next to her as if he was some oversized teddy bear. Ah yes! She knew how to make it up to him. She would make him breakfast!

Now that Anon was cured of the effects of the neurotoxin he could wake up at any moment so she quietly opened the door and sneaked downstairs to begin her cooking. She wanted to make things easier and use her talents to her advantage. She concentrated and felt her slug. She should be able to tell if anon woke up by the slug she implanted.

She sprouted a tentacle from her back and stretched it out to draw the blinds just in case anypony was watching. She sprouted three more tentacles from her back and copied basic parts of her brain to each one and formed beady little eyes on the ends of the tentacles so that they could each perform independent tasks. Three tentacles for three tasks: pancakes, eggs, and avocado toast. Blossomforth’s main body gruesomely deformed, shrunk, shriveled, and imploded as her biomass was reconstituted into the tentacles. The tentacles became longer and thicker as she dedicated her entire biomass to their muscular, flexible twisting forms. She used one of her tentacles to glue itself to the ceiling via the spider follicles and pulled her rapidly shrinking main body to the ceiling. Soon her main body consisted of a single eye where all the tentacles sprouted from, watching the other tentacles work.

The pancake tentacle split itself into three feelers. One snaked around the handle of the pantry, sliding inside of it and performed bioluminescence to search for the milled pancake flour. The second one opened the fridge and wrapped itself around the handle of a milk jug, and the third one placed a pan on the stove, turned on the burner, dabbed a few drops of oil on the pan, and finally dived back down to bring a bowl on the counter. The other two tentacles had finished measuring out the milk and milled pancake flour and poured them into the bowl. The tentacle that had placed the bowl on the counter grabbed the beater and began beating the pancake batter. The first two tentacles put their milk and four away. The milk tentacle grabbed the blueberry container next to the milk as Blossomforth remembered that she wanted blueberry pancakes. Finished with the ingredients the three tentacles fused back into one and glued themselves to the bowl using the spider hair follicles to provide friction. It poured half the batter into the pan, sizzling as it did.

While this was happening the egg tentacle split into two. One grabbed a bag of chopped vegetables and the other one placed a pan on a second burner and used the oil that the pancake tentacle had finished using. The first tentacle poured the vegetables and fused back into one and stirred the vegetables as they fried. The Pancake tentacle was now grasping a spatula and flipping the pancake. As the vegetables finished, the egg tentacle cracked two eggs on top of the veggies, using the sticky follicles to grip the egg shells.

Blossomforth watched in wonder at the flurry of activity in front of her. The tentacles infused with basic copied mind fragments and eyes were able to perform basic tasks like drones without her supervision or guidance. They dived and weaved around each other, telepathically coordinating and utilizing her copied skills. She even recognized her personal cooking techniques being used. In only about five minutes the tentacles poured their parts of the meal on a plate from the pans and everything was ready for Anon. One of the tentacles found a tray, another found utensils and a napkin. Another one poured some orange juice into a cup. The entire meal was hot and on top of the tray on the counter. The tentacles, finished with their tasks, retracted back into Blossomforth's main body which was stuck to the ceiling and made sticky gurgling sounds as the main body swelled with the biomass of the tentacles.

Blossomforth retracted the spider hair follicles to unstick herself from the ceiling and splattered on the floor, emerging in pony form. She reached out with two tentacles sprouted from her back, grasped the tray and placed it on her outstretched wings. With her last tentacle she opened the blinds and swiveled her head to look at her tray of food. Not bad, she thought. That hivemind practice was proving to be extremely useful, it had dramatically improved her efficiency. She would need to find ways to utilize it in the future.

She carefully climbed up the stairs with her hot food tray balanced on her wings. She pushed open the door to the bedroom and saw that Anon was now snoring loudly on the bed. She lay the tray on Anon's desk and climbed the bed to check on him. In his time free from paralysis he had managed to entangle himself quite chaotically between the blankets. He was splayed out on the bed in an odd position, he embodied the opposite of grace.

"Nooonnny~ Time for breakfast!" She whispered into his ear.

He responded by snoring more loudly.

"Hey, Anon. Your food is getting cold." she said.

Anon snorted at her. She put on a small frown. She placed her hooves on his shoulders and started pressing down on them trying to shake Anon from his sleep.

"Time to wake up Anonymous."

Nothing! She would have to do something soon or the food would get cold. Suddenly a devious, diabolical idea crossed her mind. She had to suppress a cackle as she grinned evilly more widely than should have been possible, like the Cheshire cat and hopped off the bed. She slipped into the bathroom and found what she needed, a q-tip. She placed it between her teeth and sprinkled some water on it by turning on the faucet. Plausible deniability was important. If Anon wasn't asleep she would have practiced her evil laugh.

She crept up to the bed and jumped on top of it. She crept up to Anon getting close to his face. She shifted the wet q-tip to one side of her lips and slipped her tongue between her lips on the other side and let it snake outwards sliding out of her mouth. The tip of her tongue thinned out to about the radius of a q-tip and she proceeded to slip it into Anon's ear canal shoving it in deeply until it brushed against his ear drum. She wriggled it like a worm inside his ear.

Because her first mouth was busy she grew one on her cheek and yelled in Anon's ear.

"WET WILLY!"

"aaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHIIIEEEYAAAHHHH!" anon yelled. His eyes snapped open and he had a mini seizure twitching wildly.

Before Anon could turn around to look at her she rapidly retracted her tentacle tongue, dissolved her second mouth, and gave anon a bright, toothy smile with the wet q-tip between her teeth.

"Time to wake up, Nony! Food is getting cold!"

Anon gasped and panted as if he had just run a marathon, looking at her with wide, frightened eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

"I felt a wriggling worm lodge itself in my ear, ready to burrow itself into my skull on it's way to consume my brain. It was horrible!"

Blossomforth rolled her eyes at him. "Oh, don't be overdramatic! It was just a q-tip!" She wiggled the q-tip between her teeth as she smiled. On the inside, however, she felt horribly guilty for inserting her wormlike tongue into his ear. She plodded down to the foot of the bed where the desk was adjacent and said "I made breakfast for you and you would not wake up so I had to take drastic measures before it got too cold." She dipped her head and grabbed the tray with her teeth. She plodded carefully across the bed and gently deposited the tray of food on Anon's lap.

"Wow. Thanks for the breakfast, Bloss. It looks like you spent a long time to make it. I guess I can forgive you for that evil wriggly q-tip."

"Yeah, I guess I went overboard with waking you up. I wanted to thank you for the wonderful time yesterday, the massage, and protectingmefromthemonsters soooo, I made you breakfast in bed!"

"Well, thanks again Bloss. How did you sleep? Surprisingly, I slept good. I usually wake up often during the night and then wake up too early and can't get back to bed but this time I seem to have slept the whole night without waking up. You even got up before me!"

"Yeah, I slept great. I have been having some bad dreams lately but I did not have any last night because of you. Thanks for staying with me, Anon."

She scooted closer to Anon on the bed and hugged him.

"Aww, it was no problem. It was nice to have a warm, fuzzy little pony to snuggle against." Blossom pouted slightly but it faded quickly as anon reached out to scratch her ear. Anon swallowed some food put on a smirk. “Soooo, I guess we are a couple now, right?”

Blossomforth’s eyes popped open and lit up brightly. “Ohh! I was just going to ask you that! You sneaky clever human, I would love to be your partner!”

Anon gazed deeply into Blossomforth’s eyes and spoke from his heart.

“Now I know that we may never have foals or children and I may never be able to fly with you in the clouds, but I’ll always be there for you and follow you the best I can. Thank you Blossomforth for coming all the way down here away from the freedom of the sky to find little old me. I don’t know how I could have climbed out of my hole of loneliness without you coming to rescue me. You are the kindest pegasus I have ever known willing to take a risk on me. Hopefully, this is the beginning of a great relationship.”

By the end of his speech, Blossomforth's eyes sparkled, but her face had a sorrowful look. For some reason, she frowned.

“You are a special, kind person, Anonymous but I feel like you do not deserve me.”

Surprised at her sudden sorrow, Anon placed the tray to the side and brought Blossomforth close, laying her head on his shoulder. He rubbed her back as she hiccupped while weeping. He gently released her and looked at her straight in the eyes. “That’s not true, Blossomforth. You have been nothing but kind to me. Why would you say such a thing?”

Blossomforth sniffed and her hiccupping subsided slightly. “I-I have not been honest with you, Anon. There are things about me that you do not know about. I am not a good pony. I-I a-am a m-m-monster.” She broke eye contact and hung her head in shame. Her tears glistened as they fell out of the shadow her mane cast on her face.

Anon placed his hand on her chin and lifted her head up brushing her mane to the side as he did. “Look at me, Blossomforth.” She reluctantly raised her eyes to meet his. Her tears glistened. “You. Are. Not. A. Monster.” He paused to let it sink in. Blossomforth opened her mouth but he interrupted her. “No matter what you think you have done, the Blossomforth I know is the most kind mare or human I have ever known. No matter what your past was like, today you are a good pony. I can see it in the purity of your eyes. Whatever it is that is haunting you, we will get through it and face it together. I know you hid whatever it is you hid from me for a reason. I don’t want you to tell me now, it doesn’t matter. I trust you. I want you to tell me when you are ready and emotionally calm, OK?”

“Do you mean it?” Blossomforth asked. Anon nodded very seriously as he stared into her eyes. “I am afraid, Anon. Afraid that you will not accept me when you learn the truth.”

“I promise, Blossom, that no matter what it is I will still love you.” Blossomforth’s eyes softened and she gave a small smile.

“Alright, Anon. Thank you for having such faith in me. I will give you the same faith you have shown me. I’ll reveal myself when the time is right.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear, Bloss.” Anon suddenly dived forward and kissed Blossomforth on the lips with great passion. Blossomforth instinctively responded and inserted her tongue into Anon’s mouth, tasting the saliva and tracing the curves of Anon’s comparatively stubby tongue. She allowed her tongue to lengthen like a vine. Her tongue curled in a helix around anon’s tongue and she squeezed as their passion increased. Anon pressed forward aggressively. In response, Blossomforth’s spine arched backwards, her flexible body bending submissively to him and while one hand grasped Blossomforth’s face, his other hand grabbed a handful of her voluminous, athletic, muscular flank. They fell over onto the bed and Anon’s knee pressed into her pussy, bringing her hips towards her head and her back into a deeper bend. Anon pressed on assuming a fetal position as Blossomforth’s flexible back curled to compensate. By now her flank was near her head, her ponytail and mane merging together as her her anus ponut approached her scalp. Anon traced his hands around her leg and flank which were now full of tight engaged muscles as her hind legs were kicked back and reaching as far as they could in response to her pleasure. He tightened his fetal position and forced her back into an even tighter bend bringing her pussy closer. He reached up feeling between her furry legs and found what he wanted. He reached out and traced his finger around her pussy, tracing the folds and gently touching her clit. Blossomforth moaned and her tongue helix tightened around Anon’s tongue. Anon continued to trace his finger and he began feeling her clit begin to pulsate and wink. Blossomforth’s breathing became deeper through her nose and Anon groped his finger on her clit just as it protruded in a wink. Blossomforth released the kiss moaning loudly and sticky cum flowed out of her vagina making his fingers wet. Despite their lips being separated her long tongue was still curled around Anon’s. She squeezed anon’s poor tongue like a vice while she had an orgasm. Anon relaxed his fetal position and her back uncurled. Blossomforth gasped for air, slowly retracted her tongue and began to straddle anon with her muscular thighs rubbing her slippery cunt against him with pleasure, slowly finishing.

They simply lay there, gently embracing and cuddling with each other.

“I love you Anon.”

“I love you too.”

Thingpone thread this week was kill quickly but I still wrote this chapter!

Again, please tell me what you think of the chapter. I like to write chapters but I also depend on your comments for motivation.