Anon was bewildered.

Whatever he was expecting, this was not it. He had a curious, but profoundly bemused look as he processed what he just heard. Blossomforth’s face was the definition of nervousness, bated shallow breaths, and scanning eyes trying to gauge Anon’s reaction. The gears of thought were slowly turning in Anon’s mind and Blossomforth’s eyes seemed to get bigger as the silence stretched. Anon suddenly smirked at the ridiculousness of the story.

"Are you about to prank me with some sort of changeling-"

As soon as Anon’s eyes shifted into eye contact with Blossomforth he stopped and noticed the nervous, and slightly cringing, embarrassed look on Blossomforth’s face. Even her ears were slightly pinned but they quickly rose as Anon lost his smirk for a more concerned look. Anon quickly realized the gravity of the situation. Blossomforth seemed to be genuinely concerned about this confusing story she was telling him.

"Hey, hey, don't do that with your ears, I don't like to see you sad. I'm sorry for not taking you seriously. I hope you'll understand if I am a little confused."

Anon reached out and wrapped his arm around her with a one armed hug, he pulled her close and massaged her ears slightly with his other hand. Bloss leaned her head and shoulders heavily against anon's chest, her eyes were watering. Her voice was slightly muffled by anon's shirt as she began to talk.

"I'm so scared, Anon. I fear that you will reject me once you know what I really am."

Anon released his hug and raised her chin with the side of his finger. He decided to put aside the ponderances and implications of the story that Blossomforth told him in favor of focusing on supporting Blossomforth emotionally. He gave Blossomforth a serious look.

"Bloss, remember what I told you in the forest? What you are does not matter. Your character is what matters. I love you, Blossomforth. Your character, who you are, not what you are. Also, remember that I have been expecting something like this, you have been warning me for a while so I don't really hold it-"

Blossomforth's vision blurred with tears. "I lied to you, Anon! I lied to you via omission! I never specifically told you I was a changeling because I am not a changeling! I am a monster in the purest sense of the word! That stupid meteorite made me a monster! It changed me! I think monstrous thoughts! My instincts coax me into doing monstrous things! My body is an abomination, a horror show! I have an almost orgasmic desire to consume things! I am a threat to-"

At this point, Anon was getting more and more confused. The words she was saying did not make much sense to him. First she had revealed that she was a contortionist, then she revealed that she was a changeling, and now she claimed that she was some sort of space alien. Was she lying to him all this time?

"Show me."

Blossomforth stuttered in surprise as Anon interrupted her. As Anon was listening to what Blossomforth was saying, a tendril of fear wormed its way into his mind. He was bewildered about the wild things Blossomforth was telling him, he felt detached, almost as if he was outside his own body. He suppressed the feeling, he would not be afraid of Blossomforth. Anon steeled himself, this would surely test him and Blossomforth, whatever this was. He would nip this one in the bud, he had to. It was the only way to try and preserve their relationship. He needed to see and accept Blossomforth for who she was and what she was.

Blossomforth forced a shuddering breath. She did not want Anon to see her ugliness and disturbing nature.

"Are you sure that you-"

Anon crossed his arms.

"Go ahead and show me. I don’t really understand everything you said and it all sounds crazy. I need to see for myself and learn to accept whatever it is you have been hiding from me. There is no use in stewing over it. We need to press forward if we want to be honest with each other and strengthen our partnership."

Defeated, Blossomforth hung her head slightly. "Okay, you are absolutely right, Anon. Before I do this, I am going to request that you do not tell anypony about me. However, if you do decide to tell somepony about me, I am not going to stop you but I will be very sad about it."

Before Anon could say anything else, Blossomforth jumped off the couch, flaring her wings slightly and sat her haunches on the floor.

Blossomforth had a sad, ashamed look as a small pink tendril of smooth flesh emerged from behind her. It continued lengthening as more of the tentacle emerged. The muscles on the tentacle rippled as it supported itself, snaking through the air, as it swam ever so slowly towards Anon.

"What the hell is that!?!" Anon pointed at the curling, suspended tendril of flesh above Blossomforth. His adrenaline spiked at the sudden appearance of an utterly alien organic structure that was seemingly able to suspend itself in midair through sheer muscular tension. He gripped the armrest of the couch ready to take action if the disturbing organic construct decided to attack Blossomforth or himself. Its impressive power to swim and snake through the air without outside support hinted at what was probably dangerous strength.

The tentacle retracted and disappeared behind Blossomforth in response to Anon's exclamation as if his words hurt it. Blossomforth winced at his words. A pained, ashamed look settled on her face.

"Look out Blossomforth! It's doing something behind you!"

Anon was about to propel himself off of the couch and tackle whatever the thing behind Blossomforth was when Bloss interrupted him.

"WAIT! Calm down, Anon. You asked me to show you, and I just showed you. What you saw is a part of me. I am able to rearrange my biological structure, that was simply a demonstration. My body is alien and has become extremely advanced, kind of like your computer!"

Anon was still breathing at an increased pace, fresh adrenaline was dissipating through his veins. Anon was suddenly faced with a strong sense of incredulity. Anon held up a hand to stop Blossomforth from talking and rubbed the bridge of his nose with the other.

"Just gimme a second." Anon suddenly stood, towering over Blossomforth's small form. He started pacing, making a wide circle around Blossomforth. He looked behind her. The tentacle was gone. He stared at the spot, getting more frustrated by the second.

"If you would let me ex-"

The dam broke.

"What's next? Seriously, what's next? First you tell me that you are a contortionist, then you tell me that you are a changeling, now you are a space alien? What's next? Will you tell me next time that you are actually an eldritch abomination? What are you really? Are you a unicorn practitioner of forbidden mind altering illusionary magic? Or has the government simply been upping the dosages of LSD!?! I thought that I was finally coming to terms that all of this pony shit was real! Now I am imagining tentacles in midair, am I going insane?"

Anon stuffed his hands in his pockets and let his head droop between his slightly shrugged shoulders. He looked to Blossomforth, frustration in his eyes. Blossomforth had a few tears dribbling down her own eyes.

"You are definitely not insane! I'm so sorry, Anon. I caused this! Even though I never told you anything false, I still lied to you. I tried to take it slow, I tried to protect you but it only resulted in a veil of deception. From now on, if you ask me something I will not hold back. I will give you the whole truth."

Anon sighed and his eyes softened as he saw Blossomforth starting to cry in earnest, tears streaming down from her face and sobs wracking her small frame. He had made Blossomforth cry. He suddenly felt guilty at making the little pony cry. He bent down on his knees and looked at Blossomforth's crying eyes.

"Hey." Blossomforth's red weeping eyes looked up to him. "I'm sorry for making you cry. To be fair, you did warn me that you were still hiding things from me. I just had no idea that it would be something so strange." Anon crossed his legs and sat on the floor. "Will you forgive me?"

Blossomforth gave a shuddering chuckle at his apology. "H-heh, I should be the one asking for forgiveness."

Anon gave a small smile. "Then how about we trade?"

Blossomforth wiped her eyes with a hoof and returned a smile through the tears. "That sounds w-wonderul, Anon." Anon suddenly grabbed her and gave her a big hug and she returned it.

They released the hug. “You feeling better?"

Blossomforth rubbed her eyes again. "Yeah, I'm feeling much better."

"Good! Then why don't you show me just how alien and monstrous you are?"

Blossomforth started to chuckle but a post cry hiccup interrupted her. "I s-suppose it's high time, isn't it?"

Anon shrugged. "Hey, if I'm going insane then maybe I should just make the most of it!"

Blossomforth frowned. "You are not insane, Anon. I promise you, ok? Just, please try not to overreact again. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yeah, Bloss, I can do that for you." He gave a sigh, and a little grin. "I'll be sure to brace myself and accept whatever insanity happens next. -It was a joke! Seriously, I am ready. I think I am at least.”

Blossomforth shook her head and backed up a little. "Okay, this time I am going to give you a good view of what is going on. Please, please don't freak out." She looked up at him.

Anon crossed his arms. "I'm not getting any younger over here."

Blossomforth fought a smirk from appearing on her face and rolled her eyes. "Watch carefully."

A patch of fur on her chest started to protrude suddenly and a small pink smooth vinelike tendril of flesh poked out of the fur and wiggled like a worm as if it was trying to escape from her body. It continued growing, sliding out slowly. It made a slick wet sound as it emerged from Blossomforth's chest, the base of the tendril which was still attached to her chest slowly got thicker as the tendril slithered out. Anon thought that it should be immensely painful to have something be ejected from your flesh but Blossomforth showed no pain. Blossomforth slowly willed the tentacle to snake its way towards anon.

Anon was transfixed with fear, and morbid curiosity. His eyes tracked the tentacle and he reached out his hand to touch it. Like Michelangelo's painting on the Sistine Chapel, the small tendril made contact with the tip of Anon's index finger and proceeded to curl around it in a spiral motion. Anon stared closely at the tendril as it continued sliding around his finger progressing onto his palm. He brushed and felt the tentacle with his thumb as it thickened. It wriggled slightly in response, the strong muscles in the pink flesh twitching to his touch.

“Wow, this is incredibly creepy!” Anon said with incredulous enthusiasm. He continued to study the appendage as it rested on his palm and around his finger. “So you can just ‘grow’ these things out of you? Can you control them?” Anon glanced at Blossomforth and began tracing the length of the tentacle with his finger.

Blossomforth gave a look of shame mixed with a blush of embarrassment at how anon was stroking her tentacle. She never realized just how sensitive the pink tendril was. She gave a small squeak as Anon traced the length of her appendage with his finger. Her blush intensified "Ahh, that, erm, tickles a little" she mumbled.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize that it was that sensitive."

Blossomforth coughed into her fetlock, trying to dissipate her blush. "That's alright, but to answer your question, my cells are extremely advanced. I am able to rearrange their biological structure at the cellular level using a vast library of organic DNA archives and organic processors that regulate how the different parts form and fit together. The alien organic life form that fused to me was the remnant of the apex predator of an extremely distant galaxy. They spent hundreds of millions of years perfecting the processes of organizing and growing biological parts by utilizing the DNA as a blueprint. It is super complex and I do not understand how it all works. Much of it is instinctual and programmed in my biology automatically. However, my inherited neural structure allows me to adapt and control it quite effectively." She wiggled the tip of her tentacle to emphasize her point. It curled forwards, backwards, and side to side in the palm of Anon's hand, then she curled it downwards to trace a circle with the tip on anon's palm.

Anon looked down at the tentacle tracing a circle on his palm and blinked several times. He reached up with his other hand and rubbed his eyes carefully. "This- this is a lot to take in. Frankly, I am not sure what to say. So, you are basically saying that you are an alien now?"

Blossomforth sighed and her tentacle stopped tracing to go somewhat limp. "I suppose that is a fair statement, I am alien in every way except for my mind which came from Equestria. You see, Anon. The alien that crash landed in front of me had spent almost a Billion years in dormancy, traveling for more than a billion years from a distant galaxy. The sheer amount of time in stasis damaged parts of it including its ability to form and maintain a mind or consciousness. All it had was unintelligent programming so it needed to adopt my mind or it probably would not have survived. The alien sent here was a desperate attempt to preserve its species because the species was in a desperate war with another galactic apex predator which resulted because of the two galaxies colliding. They technically succeeded but they did not count on me taking over the body I suppose.”

Anon's eyebrows seemed to slowly rise throughout her entire speech. In fact his eyebrows were starting to get sore. "You said 'galactic apex predator' what do you mean by that? Are you capable of more than you have shown me?” Blossomforth frowned worryingly and took a deep shuddering breath. Sensing her troubled thoughts, Anon closed his hand and squeezed her fleshy tentacle gently. "Hey, no worries! We can take it slow. Why don't we go sit on the couch?" Blossomforth gave Anon a teary and weary smile.

"Thanks for not pushing me away, Anon despite all of my deception and lies. And thanks for not being too repulsed or afraid." She climbed up on the couch and stood on her hind legs to hug Anon. Anon hugged her back, her tentacle still in his hand. She wrapped the end of her tentacle around Anon's hand to squeeze his hand back in appreciation. Anon could feel the thick base where the tentacle had sprouted from her chest.

Anon cracked a humorous smile after releasing her from the hug. "You may be an 'Apex predator', whatever that means, and frankly I suddenly have good reason to be scared and creeped out about you, but I know you. You're a big softie! You wouldn't do to me whatever it is apex predators usually do."

Blossomforth wiped her tears away with a hoof, her rueful smile still on her face. "Thanks, Anon. Your trust means a whole lot to me. The truth is that I have barely shown you anything, my body can do things that are frankly scary and grotesque. But I want to avoid you thinking of me in this way if possible. This change that I experienced comes with some incredible benefits but also some incredible problems. I told you all of this because you really deserve to know and you definitely deserve my trust. However, as you know my cowardice kept me from telling you until now. I suppose what really drove me to tell you is that I need someone to confide in. Someone who understands me and can help me through some big problems that came with this transformation."

"You know, I think my mind would probably be freaking out by now but I think it already gave up freaking out since I discovered magical rainbow horses. I'm just glad that it was you that got these powers, for a lack of a better term. By the way, I think that this only rates as five times weirder than my experience." Anon smiled smugly, and Bloss responded with a stink eye. “However, that may change if you show me whatever else you are capable of. Anyways, I'm curious. What else can you do and what kind of problems are you experiencing?"

Blossomforth looked away from Anon. "Well, now we are getting into the territory of what makes me a monster. I suppose I will have to do some show and tell if I want you to be able to help me. Are you sure you want to know? I will not blame you if you do not wish to see the monster that I am.”

"Just lay it on me, Blossomforth. It's like politics in my home world. Many people would rather be ignorant but I would rather be informed on the unpleasant things so that I can make better choices. I think sticking your head in the sand is usually not the best choice."

Blossomforth bit her lip. "Okay, this might be the hardest part but I am going to try to plow through it and simplify it. Tell me if you want any demonstration of my abilities. I’ll start by telling you the origin of my biology. We will call the aliens that created my body the Ancestors because they are my adopted ancestors now. The Ancestors had a harvesting pattern in their galaxy where they took genetic information from the living planets and left it barren but fertile for new life. The Ancestors had billions of harvesters traveling from planet to planet and would harvest billions of planets in a circular motion around the galaxy. They would use the genetic information gathered to improve their own bodies and their efficiency. The body they unknowingly gave me is the accumulation of all of this work. Billions of years of harvested and engineered genetic evolution.”

"Now here is the most important and scary fact of all. My body was designed to consume, assimilate, and multiply until every living organism on the planet is consumed. It is a frightening realization but know that I will never willingly do this to Equestria."

Anon looked a little shocked and uncomfortable. "Woah, woah, woah! Are you telling me that you could consume everyone in the planet if you wanted to? I am finding this very hard to believe! How would you even do that?"

"Well, I guess I'll start with the basics of my biology and work up from there. These Ancestors left me with a plethora of genetic information from their harvesting. They gave me the cream of the crop, the best they had because they wanted my body to be successful in assimilating planets in the distant galaxy they sent this body. The tentacle you saw is a structure from one of these DNA samples they left me. It has an incredibly well designed muscular system that can be used to support itself in mid air. I am able to recreate parts of any organism whose DNA I have consumed and processed or gotten from the ancestors."

"You see, these ancestors left me with a rather frustrating system of instinct. I have an almost overwhelming desire to gather more information and acquire more biomass to control. When I first discovered what I was, I was scared of myself but right after I literally pulled myself together, my instincts caused me to do something very strange almost without thinking. I transformed into a predator and ate a squirrel, bird and fawn. When I did I experienced an incredibly satisfying and pleasurable feeling of gaining more genetic information. Ever since then I have been, erm, taking DNA samples from more and more creatures. It is like an addiction, it is like eating. Sometimes, It seems like I cannot live without gathering more unique genetic information. It is ingrained in my deepest instincts.”

Anon was staring at Blossomforth strangely. “So how exactly do you take, um, DNA samples?”

Blossomforth nervously shifted her eyes to the left and right and a tiny bit of sweat formed on her temple. “You know how I said that my body is a horror show?” Anon nodded cautiously. “Well I guess we have gotten to the part that I have been dreading. I would rather show you than explain it. It is pretty creepy.”

Anon was getting pretty curious. “Well, maybe things can get weirder! Just do it, I think by this point we have committed to the whole strange package.”

Blossomforth nodded fearfully. “Alright, here goes.” Blossomforth started talking as her legs started melting and she started converting her biology deliberately slowly into her deformed viscous form. “You see Anon, one of the most valuable DNA structures the Ancestors left for me is what I call the amoeba. It lets me turn my body into a liquid-like flowing form of muscle. But it does use up quite a bit of energy to pull off.” Anon watched dumbstruck as Blossomforth melted except for her neck and skull which she kept intact to speak with Anon.

“H-how is this even possible?” Anon pinched himself very hard. “OW! Shit! That is really fucking creepy, Blossomforth!” Anon imagined what else she was capable of, his imagination did not lead to pleasant places. “P-please promise me you will not eat me in my sleep.”

Blossomforth looked emotionally hurt. “I would never do that Anon. I really hate doing this, I do not want you to be scared of me.”

“I-I know that but geez! You can do that to your whole body? You have a great power in your hooves or, er, tentacles, Blossomforth and with great power comes great responsibility!” Anon was shaking with excitement and a bit of fright mixed in.

“I know that, Anon and that is why I am coming to you. I want you to help me bear some of the responsibility, it is getting pretty difficult lately.” Blossomforth suddenly grinned mischievously. “Want to see something cool?”

Anon sighed in defeat. “Why the hell not.”

Blossomforth smiled in a stupidly childish way. “Look at me! I’m spider mare!” Without warning her viscous flesh supporting her neck and head flowed up the couch like a reverse waterfall, sticking to the surfaces and up the wall and finally to the ceiling. Blossomforth lengthened her neck from the ceiling and curved her now very long neck in a way so she could lift her head upright to meet Anon’s eyes at his eye level. Her neck was now hanging from the ceiling in the shape of the letter J. In fact, her whole body was in the rough shape of the letter J hanging from the ceiling. “Cool, huh?” Quicker than Anon could blink, Blossomforth’s tongue darted the length of a meter out of her mouth to boop Anon’s nose and retracted just as quick back into her mouth.

Anon flinched, his arms coming up much too late to prevent the boop. “HOLY FUCK! Do you have any idea how disturbing that is?”

Blossomforth tilted her head in concern and her ears drooped in shame. “Yeah, I’m really sorry... Just gimme a minute.” Suddenly the blob of flesh stuck to the ceiling detached and her entire body fell to the ground. The blob covered the neck and skull as it splattered on top of it. Anon backed up in horrific curiosity. He watched as the blob of organic matter on the floor started to gurgle. Suddenly, Blossomforth’s skull shifted through the inside of the blob of shifting organic matter and the shape of her face impacted the surface of the blob from the inside. The surface of the blob stretched like a film of plastic wrap as her face forced it to bulge and her skull emerged, being wrapped in the blob’s epidermis. ( https://i.ytimg.com/vi/-d4qig3VE1g/hqdefault.jpg ) Her skull looked like it had stretched taught pink skin surrounding it, peeled over the surfaces. Her eye sockets were empty and the cartilage of her snout had not formed and it looked empty. The fur started to grow on her face and neck. Eyeballs and eyelids rapidly grew and filled the empty sockets, cartilage filled her nose and lips formed too. Eyelashes and her mane rapidly grew out of her. Anon had backed into the corner, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open in horror. The sounds her body made, the cracking, the slicking, the gurgling, the sliming placed a spell of sheer fear upon Anon. He had not even watched the rest of her body form. He was transfixed in the grotesque method that her now somewhat normal looking face and skull had formed. Standing before him was a normal looking Blossomforth. She opened her newly formed eyes. “Good as new! Tee-he!”

Blossomforth looked around and found Anon backed away into a corner. She cringed. “Damn! I’m sorry, Anon! I thought that doing it slower would make less noise and be less creepy.” Obviously it had not, it had prolonged the transformation and Anon was traumatized by the slow motion detail of the transformation. Anon looked like he wanted to disappear and perhaps throw up. His eyes were wide with horror. Blossomforth cringed and her ears pinned down. “Anon? I’m sorry. Please don’t be afraid of me...” ( https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2012/10/10/119060.jpg ) She took a step forward and anon looked like he was trying to back further into the corner. She hung her head and backed away slowly.

Anon seemed to become unfrozen from his paralyzing fear and he started shivering, breathing deeply and quickly. “T-That *gasp* was a little *gasp* too much for me, Bloss! That was profoundly frightening. Nightmarish, even!” Anon was starting to understand the incomprehensible and frightening power that an apex predator could exert. He felt like a cornered rat and the lightning quick cat in front of him just playing with him as prey. It was like a force of nature, unstoppable. He was starting to realize how helpless he and all of the other comparatively primitive organisms were at the tentacles of Blossomforth. Primal instincts of survival, fight or flight were revving up. However, his gut somehow knew that none of these were possible if the superior organism in front of him wanted to eat him. There would be nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. Friendship, his instincts and intellect told him, was his only chance at survival. Anon shivered as his survival mechanisms activated and shut down in a short period of time.

“Please come back to me, Anon!” Blossomforth sniffed away tears. The apex predator too had a primal fear, fear of loneliness. “I don’t want to lose you too!” It took an enormous effort but Anon made a step towards Blossomforth. Blossomforth tried to make herself look as small as possible without resorting to her shapeshifting. Anon was still shaking a bit when he made his second step and started walking a bit shakily closer to Blossomforth until he was right in front of her. He kneeled and folded his legs under him.

“You know, Bloss. I used to think that humans were the most advanced species in existence. Well, I was proven wrong today. In my homeworld, our existence is kind of like yours. We are the only sapient species on our planet and all of the other species bend to our will. They have no choice, they have no chance. We have all kinds on Earth, good and evil and most of the animals can do nothing against the evil that exists amongst us but there are also many more good people than evil. The good people treat animals with respect and even help and admire them. We sometimes eat them for food but even then we kill them quickly and treat them with respect. I have seen much less evil in ponies than I have in humans. I want you to never forget your good pony nature in spite of your alien instincts. I want you to lift others up, not use them like tools which I have seen others do.”

Blossomforth eyes seemed to be very large and crystal-like. Her eyebrows were raised, coming together to a point above her nose. Then she gave Anon a big smile. “Don’t worry Anon! I’ll never forget what you said, and I will never forget my pony nature.” Her face got a little less cheery. “However, will I need your help. I have some problems, Anon. There are some things I can’t do alone.”

Anon sighed, mostly in relief at hopefully neutralizing this unstoppable threat. “I’ll be there for as long as I can, Bloss. You can count on that! Now how about you show me the other things you can do.” Blossomforth raised her eyes in surprise and Anon smirked. “Hey, if I want to live with you I’ll have to get used to your transformations somehow!”

“You still want to live with me? Aren’t you disgusted with me?” Or scared of me, she thought glumly.

“Well, I’ll admit that it does disturb me a little but I know that inside all of that quivering, twisting flesh is little old Blossomforth! My statement still stands, I love you for who you are, not what you are. So go ahead, show me more!”

“Alright, if you’re sure.” Anon nodded his head. “Okay, well let me start by explaining a few things. I must warn you that this will quickly get disturbing. So I don’t actually have to eat and digest anything. When I need new DNA I assimilate the organism. I can do this many ways but I usually do it by engulfing them and converting their cells to my own in a viral process. When I do this the parts of me that are touching them convert their cells on a cellular level. This is done virally where extremely advanced and efficient DNA, RNA, and specialized enzymes are injected through the membrane of the adjacent cells. Injected enzyme-based hivemind receptors -I'll fully explain the hivemind later- are attuned to the hivemind frequency and can receive commands of what types of enzymes to produce. At this point the cell is effectively assimilated as the cell’s DNA and enzyme contents can be quickly altered by rapid repurposing of the available proteins. Once their cells are converted I can control them through the hivemind and they infect the cell next to them and so on until the entire organism is converted to my advanced cells. As this happens, the general structure of the organism is saved in my organic memory matrix. Don’t ask me how it works because it is too complex for me to comprehend. I do know that it utilizes my telepathic hivemeind abilities. I also suspect that the memory matrix utilizes some form of quantum entanglement that you described to me once but it is mostly above my head. The ancestors did save a lot technology information in my matrix so that is where I gleaned that information from and where I found out how the assimilation process happens.”

“Anyways, the body’s structure is saved as a kind of file in my organic memory matrix. However, the inserted enzymes and DNA sequences are programmed to pay special attention to the brain and nervous system to make sure that it is not damaged. Once the enzyme is inserted into a cell belonging to the nervous system it is programmed to not radically alter the chemistry but does produce a tranquilizer chemical as it virally spreads in order to calm the mind. Once all of the cells are infected and have the enzyme-based hivemind receptors, I can then completely shut down the mind’s activity and information flow chemically in every cell simultaneously, thus placing the nervous system into a kind of stasis. Nutrients are still fed in order to preserve the mind’s state and health. At this point the mind can be read or even altered with hivemind based algorithms designed by the Ancestors to commandeer the synapse transponders and receptors, and by carefully rearranging the nervous system's structure if the mind needs to be altered. Once whatever processing, mind reading, and mind altering is completed, I can then rebuild the organism’s body around the preserved nervous system using my cells as building blocks and reproduce the rest of the body very close to the same structure as I assimilated it. As you can imagine, preserving a nervous system can take up some biomass. But the assimilated biomass can be used to support it.”

“So you’re saying you can preserve a nervous system inside of yourself after you assimilate an organism?” Anon stared at Bloss.

“Yes. I do not like to kill organisms that I assimilate if I can avoid it. However, sometimes I just need the energy. I usually rebuild their bodies around their preserved nervous system and release them, but sometimes I have to alter their memory.”

Anon took a moment to ponder this process. “Wow, that is absolutely incredible.”

“Okay, on to the hivemend I suppose. My hivemeind mechanism was one of the most intensively studied by the Ancestors. This is what they used to conquer worlds. Basically this mechanism allows me to split myself and telepathically control both bodies.” Blossomforth sighed. “Yes, I know this is also insanely creepy and dangerous. The mechanism is designed in a way that lower mind functions work independently in my separate bodies while the core mind functions are shared among the bodies and controlled centrally. I am able to strategically control as many bodies as I can split off while the copies of my lower mind portions are spread out and distributed so that they can work out the details. It is incredible because my personality is consistent throughout my copies due to the centralization except for a few small details.”

Anon was starting to become unable to experience surprise. “Welp, congratulations Blossomforth. You have officially ascended to eldritch abomination status. Just as I predicted in fact! Have mercy upon my soul, please?”

“Oh, come on Anon. Please do not compare me to some sort of deity. I do not deserve such a comparison. I am just trying to do the right thing.”

“Well, it’s true...” Anon mumbled.

Blossomforth shook her head. “Now on to the problems. Some of them are pretty grim but many will not effect those living now assuming they have a normal lifespan. Well, the first problem is my hunger for information. I am addicted to new information. Even now I have to assimilate a new species about once or twice a week. Since there are so many species in Equestria this is not a short term problem. However when new species start getting more and more difficult to find I will be forced to make more and more copies of myself to find a new species. Eventually, in oh say ten thousand years give or take I will have gotten to the point where the hunger dives me insane because of the lack of new species to assimilate and I will end up assimilating the whole world and terraforming it to try again the next time life appears on this planet. Or at least that's what the Ancestors want me to do and they tried to program my instincts to do this. However, there are a lot of things they tried to do to me that failed so perhaps this may not happen but it may be prudent to prepare.”

“I have a few ways that this problem might be able to be fixed. One way is that I get the elements of harmony to blast me. If that does not work then I will have to try to stimulate invention so that equestrian technology advances enough for interstellar travel that I can use to expand. The Ancestors left me with quite a lot of extremely advanced technological information in my matrix but some of it was damaged. I can hopefully stimulate technological growth with what I have. Then perhaps the right technology will be developed to expand to space. Luckily, the ancestors left me with some technological blueprints to detect planets with life on them based on their light signature. It is about 80% accurate which is incredibly good, the best that the Ancestors could come up with in their billions of years of harvesting.

Anon had one eyebrow raised much higher than the other. “Wow, just wow.” He started ticking off fingers. “Let’s see, biological immortality, advanced technology, organic superiority, life detectors. I guess these ‘Ancestors’ had it all figured out huh?”

“Well, they were the apex predators of a whole galaxy for a reason I suppose. Now, there is one last thing I want to talk about before I do any demonstrations you want to see me do. There is another consciousness somewhere in my matrix but she is very weak and broken. This is who I replaced. She wanted me to assimilate all of pony society and manipulate them from afar by inserting technology into their minds. I have hope for her, maybe one day I can make her a body.”

“Well, I have a question. Why me? Why do you need me to help you. I don’t really think I could do much.” Anon sighed. “I am pretty much an ant compared to you.”

“Wait a minute! You are not an ant! You are a very special, patient, and kind person. The only thing that really separates us is chance and the unfairness of the universe. I also need someone to confide in, I have had many times when something bad happened to me regarding my condition and I could not talk to anyone about it. I need you to be that person to help me and be there for me. I’ll be there for you too and help you however I can.”

“Well, that makes me feel better at least. I’ll be there for you Bloss no matter what happens.”

Blossomforth extended her tentacle around Anon and pulled him closer so she could embrace him. “Thank you so much, Anon. I know that this information is potentially life changing, especially since you so graciously decided to stay with me despite how monstrous I am.”

“Eh, It’s no problem really. What was I going to do? Go back to being a boring, depressed, loner? No way! This is much more interesting! I am going to man up and stop being so grossed out by your transformations.”

“So, you don’t mind if I move in?”

Anon smiled. “Not at all, Bloss. Not at all. I think this is the beginning of a very beautiful and very interesting partnership!”

“Now, how about you show off your hivemind skills. I am curious to see how they work.”

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I definitely had quite a time writing it.

Also, a quick plug for a Thingpone thread: http://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/26845841/