The blob of gore on the floor made a sleepy groaning noise as it warped grotesquely, slowly rising and staggering out of the grogginess of unconsciousness. It slimed, flowing upright, crackling, and gurgling slightly as organs, bones, and appendages defined and sprouted into the form of Blossomforth. Blossomforth stretched out her newly formed limbs as her bones cracked into the proper place and gave a sigh tinged with frustration and a bit of pleasure at freeing herself from her slumber and feeling herself take her familiar form. It was now morning. She had spent most of the night entangled in Thing's manufactured dream and in communication with the alien. But Blossomforth thought she was talking to a program and she was rapidly forgetting her dream. Blossomforth was exhausted despite the fact that she had just woken up. However, more pressingly she was hungry in more ways than one. She was hungry in the usual sense but the need for genetic information was growing. She would need to find a new species to assimilate today.

The walking doomsday abomination stomped down the hallway and down the stairs expressing her frustration slightly with her gait. Despite being exhausted, frustrated, and a little angry she now had a purpose and that gave her focus. She had to find a way to completely rid herself of the “program” and today she would take action in one way or another. As she walked into the kitchen, several tentacles sprouted and wriggled from her back, growing and lengthening. She engulfed many fruits with her tentacles and excreted the most efficient digestive juices in her ancestor's galaxy to make quick, short work of the fruits. She also poured ten times the normal serving size of oats into a large pot to be boiled into oatmeal.

She gazed at the boiling oats in a trance of deep thought as she waited. One of her tentacles had left the water running behind her and was attached to the faucet mouth, slurping gleefully at the water directly from the faucet. The cool water she absorbed was refreshing. Her instincts yearned her to drop everything and head to the Everfree forest to assimilate everything in her path, bolstering her library of DNA and seizing more biomass to control. She shuddered at the pleasurable thought, her tentacles slithered and curled around each other longingly but she suppressed the thought. Her face turned red in frustration and embarrassment. She gritted her teeth and clenched her toned hind legs together, crossing them as a certain moistness permeated and dribbled slightly from her loins. It was time to change the subject.

She thought about Anon. She would not go along with the deceptive and tyrannical plan her instincts wanted her to do, she shivered at the thought of so many under her control. She did not deserve such power. Instead she would surely tell Anon about herself. She considered telling others like the element bearers. She sighed as she remembered that they had lost their artifacts and probably could not blast her with a rainbow at will. She wondered what that would even do if it was an option.

Her tentacles moved the large oatmeal pot to another burner and turned off the stove. She stared more gloomily at the oatmeal as the boiling slowed. Perhaps she could ask Anon for advice once he knew about her. It was a little thrilling and exciting at the prospect of telling Anon about herself. It was also nerve wracking and uncertain. On a weird whim, Bloss stuck her long muscular tongue out like a snake and used it to stir the cooling oatmeal. It was not too hot, her tentacles sprinkled some chopped fruits into the pot that brushed tastily on her tongue. Welp, it was time.

Her tentacles curled around the handles of the pot and lifted it up. Her mouth widened to cartoonish proportions, her jaw bone broke and cracked apart as her mouth widened. Her mouth and throat were now grotesquely stretched, widened to look like a funnel to her stomach. Her tentacles tipped the oatmeal into her mouth and ten servings of oatmeal drained into her stomach. Her tongue lengthened out of her mouth and lapped the remaining oatmeal from the surfaces of the pot quickly and efficiently. Her stomach excreted the efficient, corrosive digestive juices and the oatmeal was rapidly assimilated. The oatmeal and fruits she consumed were a bloated mass that gurgled and shifted inside her, wiggling just beneath the skin. The newly formed biomass made her stomach look bloated, it gurgled even louder and began to separate from her until it slimed to the floor. Blossomforth was back to normal proportions, perhaps a bit thinner than when she started, but her separated biomass gurgled, squelched, and cracked until her separated flesh took the form of an eagle. She formed a simple neural cluster in the brain area and programmed it to hunt for a new species she had not assimilated before and harvest the information. She stretched a tentacle out to open the door and her eagle body flew out towards the Everfree. She concentrated and accessed the visual information from her eagle eyes. They had incredible vision! Maybe she could modify her own eyes to be like that, then again it might look weird to have more avian looking eyes.

She was avoiding the obvious subject. How would she break the news to Anon? Would she even care if Anon blabbed? If the secret got out, would the elements be able to cure her? It was doubtful. She hated to admit it to herself but she would miss this powerful, flexible body if that ever happened. If she was cured, would she perhaps be denying the ponies advanced biology and technology that she could share with them? She did not know.

She was ignoring the main topic again. It was time to make a strategy...

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Blossomforth paced in an alleyway nervously around the corner from Anon's house. Despite her previous determination to tell Anon her secret, she was extremely nervous about how he would react. She sighed. It did not matter how he would react. If she wanted to have a real lasting partnership with Anon she had to be honest with him no matter how embarrassing or hard it would be. She would just have to try to break it to him in the gentlest way possible and hope that he is accepting. There would be no manipulative brain slugs, she just couldn't do it.

Then she remembered how Anon had so completely trusted her, showing great faith. He had trusted her judgment to keep her secrets from him. He said he loved her for who she was, not what she was. She suddenly felt immensely guilty, after thinking of that. Even worse, she had lied to Anon about herself. A changeling? Yeah, right... Her shame intensified. Was she so selfish that she would not put some faith in Anon even after the immense trust he had placed in her? No, Anon trusted her and it is time that she returned the favor. Her resolve strengthened. There was no going back now, she would tell Anon no matter what and her alien instincts would just have to deal with it.

Blossomforth stopped pacing and started walking towards Anon's house. When one desires time to go more slowly it always seems to go faster, before she could even make another thought she was at the front door. Blossomforth took a deep breath and breathed out slowly. She raised her hoof and knocked firmly on the door. Suddenly, Anon swung the door open. He smiled widely as soon as he saw her.

"Hey Bloss! How ya doing? Did you sleep well after all the exercise we did yesterday?"

Blossomforth shifted her eyes slightly, her eyes and body language betraying her nervousness but gazed back to Anon as she talked.

"I'm doing good. I was wondering if I could come in to talk to you about something important."

Anon gave a curious look to Blossomforth and opened the door wide.

"Sure, take a seat in my living room slash lobby, and I'll bring you a warm muffin!"

Anon disappeared into the hallway towards the kitchen. Blossomforth took another calming breath and set her plot on the couch. Anon swept back into the room, plate and muffin in hand and placed it on the coffee table in front of Blossomforth. In the same motion he continued to smoothly move to sit next to Blossomforth and wrapped his arm around her as he completed the motion of sitting. Anon looked down to her and tipped an imaginary fedora.

"M'lady."

Anon began giggling for some unknown reason and Blossomforth joined in despite her nervousness because his antics were funny and because the giggling was infectious. It alleviated her nervousness slightly but not by much.

"So, how can I help you? Are you here to tell me that you are coming to move in so that you can surreptitiously siphon off love energy from me? Or are we here for 'let's talk about our feelings' round three?" Anon gave Blossomforth a playful smirk.

Blossomforth tried to put a serious face on but could not keep the smile off her face. She decided to play along. She gave a small sigh.

"A little from column A, a little from column B I suppose," she responded.

"Excellent..." Anon gave his best evil grin and steepled his fingers in front of his face dramatically.

Blossomforth raised an eyebrow with an odd look, trying to keep the smile off her face but failing miserably.

"It's going to be real hard to breach the subject that I want to talk about after all of your good humor."

Anon's face lost the playfully evil look but not the small grin. "That bad huh? Welp, tell Nony your problems and he will do his best to help you through them."

Anon reached out and scratched behind Blossomforth's ears. She had to suppress a shudder of pleasure and the urge to close her eyes.

"Well, you see. I had a strange, rough night last night but the good news is that it made me think. As you know, I have been hinting that I have not told you everything about me."

Anon nodded encouragingly.

"I have been agonizing and worrying about what to do about it. I am afraid of how it will affect our relationship but I realized that if we want to have a lasting, strong relationship I need to trust you. You have trusted me so much, but the truth is that I have not trusted you as much. I am going to tell you the whole truth. I have never really told you something that was false but I shamefully admit that I have been deceiving you with half truths ever since we started the relationship."

"Wait a second.” Anon interrupted. "You have told me all along that you were hiding things from me and I accepted that. I mean, you already showed me that you are a changeling. You put a lot of trust in me too! I mean, that's a big secret to trust me with!"

Blossomforth sighed and shook her head. "That's nothing compared to my deepest secret."

Anon raised both eyebrows. "Well, this I gotta hear!"

Blossomforth shifted in her seat. "Before I begin, do you think that you could give me a big hug just in case..."

Anon leaned forward and grasped Blossomforth in a tight and firm hug, Blossomforth responded by grasping anon back as tight as she could without altering her biology. Blossomforth wanted one last hug in case Anon rejected her. She fought back tears as she took in a deep breath through her muzzle trying to capture the scent of him for what she feared might be the last time. She removed the tear ducts in her eyes to stop herself from crying. Blossomforth kept the hug going for a good minute before she finally let go.

Anon looked at her in the eyes. "We'll be fine, Bloss. I am sure of it."

"I hope so, Anon. I hope so. Well, here goes nothing." She gulped. "What is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to you, Anon?"

Once again surprised, Anon's eyebrows raised. "Hmm... I guess that would be the time that I got sucked into this dimension by Twilight's portal."

Blossomforth smirked ruefully. "Well, take that experience and multiply it by ten. That is what I have been going through in the last three weeks."

Anon’s eyebrows raised even higher, "Really? Are you trying to tell me that you went through something weirder than I did? Imagine if you were suddenly yanked to the dimension of sapient hairless space monkeys. Was this really that much weirder?"

Blossomforth frowned. "Okay, maybe only seven times weirder."

Anon stared at her disbelievingly.

Blossomforth looked at him seriously. "I am trying to impress upon you the magnitude of my secret, Anon. Are you sure that you are ready for this?"

Anon put on a slightly ponderous look. "If what you are saying is true then no one would be able to be ready for it. However, I will try my best! Lay it on me!"

"Alright, try not to interrupt no matter how weird it sounds. Do you think you can do this for me, Anon?"

"I can do that for you Bloss."

"Okay, well it all started when I was stretching in a somewhat remote area in a large field about three weeks ago. I was practicing my contortion stretches peacefully when out of nowhere I was knocked unconscious. I had no memory of being knocked out because it probably happened so quickly. The next thing I knew, I was near the edge of a crater impact. It was all blurry in my memory but I remembered that I could not move and I thought I was injured. Now, I realized that a meteorite had crashed just next to me. The meteorite was actually sitting as an intact sphere in the middle of the crater. It seemed to liquify into some sort of metallic substance and then it flowed straight at me. That was all I remembered. When I woke up I saw the smoking crater in front of me. I thought that the liquified meteorite was some sort of hallucination caused by the sudden impact because I felt great and I was not injured in any way. It was puzzling to me because it seemed so real."

At this point, Anon was raptly listening with interest.

"Unperturbed by the stupid crater I continued my stretches. It was going great, too great in fact because something weird happened. I was more flexible than normal. I have had dreams where I was more flexible than normal so I assumed that I was dreaming despite the uncanny realism that I was experiencing. Since I was lucid dreaming I decided to have some fun. I imagined myself doing impossible things and my 'dream' body responded by doing exactly what I imagined. I got excited at how lifelike this dream was. I thought that I would rarely ever have the opportunity to take advantage of a very lifelike lucid dream so I started experimenting. It is a bit embarrassing to admit but I took advantage of this 'lucid dream' by trying some strange lewd things. Suffice to say it got really weird.

“However, the dream turned into a nightmare. My body became horribly mutated and monstrous. I was shocked out of my fervent sexual pursuits by a sudden realization. The truth, Anon, is that an incredibly biologically advanced alien life form from another galaxy crash landed in front of me. The alien had been traveling through deep space for more than a billion years which caused it to become damaged. It did not have a working mind so it was working on simple instinct when it consumed me and adopted my mind as its own. The truth, Anon, is that my body is now composed of advanced alien cells. I realized back at the crater that I was not lucid dreaming. Everything was real.”

The room was silent.

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