"Hey Anon!"

Anon was sitting at the breakfast table and swiveled his head to look at Blossomforth. She was smiling at him, sitting on a stool at the table. He was a little startled. He could have sworn that he was alone pondering strange and illogical thoughts. He gazed at her a little slowly, wondering how she got there without him noticing. He may be in need of coffee.

"What's up Bloss?"

Blossomforth had a strange devious smile that he had never seen before on her face.

"Well, Anon. I have been thinking about it and I want to be with you forever. You want that too, right Anon?"

Anon thought about all she had done to make him happy and cure his crushing depression. He smiled at her earnestly. "Yeah, you are a wonderful pony, Bloss. I wouldn't mind being with you forever."

Blossomforth's smile widened, looking almost predatory but she suddenly frowned theatrically. "Well, there is one little problem, Anon. Can you guess what it is?" She raised her eyebrows and grinned at Anon affably.

Anon squinted, feeling much more awake than he did moments before. More details of the setting emerged from the vague haze. "Hmm, well I don't see a problem. Maybe you need to stop worrying so much."

Blossomforth looked at Anon directly in the eyes. "You are only going to live for another 60 years."

Silence reigned for a couple of seconds. Anon looked at Bloss strangely. "Well, technically-"

Anon was interrupted by something strange he saw on the floor in the corner of his eye. He looked down to see two fleshy vines trailing just below him on the floor. He couldn't see where they came from or where they were going but they seemed to end underneath him. Anon had a sinking feeling that he was forgetting something important.

"Anon." Anon looked up at Blossomforth. "You are going to be with me forever."

A wave of pure pleasure hit him. Originating through his ankles it coursed thorough his nervous system, spreading and infecting him with pleasure throughout his body. It felt tingly, warm, and powerfully arousing. It dulled his mind. Suddenly he got up but he vaguely noticed that he could not feel or really control any part of his body. He let the pleasure take over. His body stood up on its own and started unbuttoning his shirt and pants. His shirt slipped open and his pants fell to the ground. His body decided to walk over naked and lay on the couch.

Anon gazed downwards and euphorically noticed that he had a large, pulsating boner. He also noticed that a lot of the feeling in his reproductive system started to come back but he could not move a muscle. Suddenly something protruded from his thigh. His skin protruded outwards bulbously and grotesquely sprouted until Blossomforth's head popped out of it. He gazed at her stupidly and she winked at him with a sultry look. The base of the neck which was fused to his thigh started sliding upwards slowly and her neck lengthened slightly until the lips of her mouth slid over Anon's cock. More and more of Anon's penis slid into Blossomforth's mouth. She started suckling his penis slowly and deliberately, her tongue curling around his penis lovingly in a spiral motion. The tongue continued lengthening, sliding spirally around Anon's dick as it did. The tip of the tongue gracefully slid down the front of Anon’s dick, gently feeling the channel that sperm is usually pumped through. It continued exploring downwards, tracing the channel down anon's penis and between his balls, gently curling and tickling around them. Anon giggled a little in his stupefied pleasure. The tip of the tongue continued feeling and tracing the channel as it continued sliding downward between Anon's legs and his groin. It started to curve up the back of his body again and the tongue continued tracing the shaft of the penis until it felt resistance. It had reached Anon's anus, but there was more of the penis shaft to explore within. The tongue prodded gently, testing and licking the flesh and muscles that kept his sphincter tightly closed. The mouth on Blossomforth's sprouted head gave a cock eating grin to Anon and the tongue suddenly penetrated his anus, the saliva on the tongue providing ample lubrication to gracefully slide inside and open the aperture of the sphincter just enough to let the long, twisting, dexterous tongue inside. The tongue continued tracing the shaft of the penis to find the origin. Exploring inside Anon, the tongue felt around until it found what it was looking for. Near the origin of the penis shaft, a walnut sized organ, Anon's prostate. It gently prodded and felt the organ through the muscular walls of the rectum teasing Anon gently.

Anon had drool coming from his mouth as he experienced supreme pleasure. Blossomforth's pony body climbed up on the couch and laid down on top of Anon's chest. She smiled at Anon.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you Anon? Just relax, let it happen. Soon it will all be over and we will be together for ever."

Anon vaguely noticed that Blossomforth's pony body had started fusing to his chest. The wonderful tongue prodding and tickling his prostate and stimulating the entire length of his penis's shaft was such a distraction. What was he trying to remember? It nagged at him, but with a migraine inducing effort he remembered. Blossomforth was not a pony, she was a monster. Suddenly Anon's adrenal glands squeezed a little bit of adrenaline into his bloodstream. With a sudden effort he briefly gained control of his shoulders and neck and jerked it to the side to see around Blossomforth's pony form sitting on him. What he saw behind her horrified him. His legs were gone and in their place was a shifting blob of amorphous gore. Blossomforth's second head that had sprouted from his thigh was still sucking his penis and pleasuring his prostate deep within his rectum with its long tongue. It looked up at him with an embarrassed look and was soon engulfed by the blob consuming and converting Anon. The structure of Anon's reproductive system and the sprouted head was left intact inside the gory blob to send distracting pleasurable signals directly to Anon's brain. By now, Blossomforth's hooves and half of her torso had sunk into Anon, Anon's arms were fusing into his own torso.

With another mammoth effort and with the last breath of his rapidly deforming lungs Anon gasped. "Bloss, what are you doing?"

The blob had begun to consume Anon's torso and Blossomforth's head stuck out of Anon's chest.

"I can't loose you, Anon. I can't be sure you are safe unless you are a part of me."

By now, the blob had consumed all of Anon except for his head and neck sticking out of the side. He could not breathe or speak but oxygen still somehow made its way into the blood pumping into his brain. Blossomforth's head also stuck out the side of the blob looking down on him. Anon's eyes watered, Blossomforth started to look concerned. She stuck out her sinuous, twisting tongue and used the tip to dab the corner of Anon's eye like a handkerchief.

"Don't cry Anon. I have to do this to keep you safe. You'll live longer. I'll give you a better body. You'll get used to it and you'll always be with me."

Blossomforth slid her head closer to Anon. She locked her lips around Anon's lips. Wet, amorphous muscle deep within the consuming blob of flesh started to massage Anon's still intact prostate and milk his rapidly pulsating penis sending powerful nerve signals to Anon's brain. Anon's head started to sink into the blob, his eyes widened. Blossomforth intensified her kiss, her tongue invading his mouth as Anon sank. The crawling, viscous flesh covered his mouth, then his nose. Bloss was still kissing him despite the flesh covering their mouths. Anon's disembodied penis cummed inside of the blob of flesh. Bloss finally let the kiss go and her head emerged out of the blob of flesh to watch Anon sink.

"I'll see you on the other side, Anon."

Only Anon's eyes could be seen on the surface of the blob. A single tear could be seen in the corner of his eye. He glanced sideways out the window to see the last gaze at the blue sky before he lost his individuality. The eyes corrosively deformed and dissolved, the bead of tear was absorbed.

Anon drowned in flesh. Anon was assimilated.

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Anon gasped, taking in deep gulping breaths and propped himself up on his elbows in his bed. Sharp, crisp realism and acute awareness greeted him. He was drenched in sweat. His sheets were sticky, he was wearing a wife beater tank top shirt. It was all a dream. He should have known, Blossomforth was so out of character. He stared intensely into the semi-darkness, panting deeply as his head pounded. Suddenly he froze as he heard a snorting snore next to him and turned with a thrill of fear as he saw the monster that haunted his dream snuggling next to him. Anon shivered horribly as a tingling that originated in his brain made its way down his spinal cord and down his legs, making him shake and shiver.

Blossomforth was peacefully sleeping next to him, Anon peered through the darkness to see her head on the pillow next to where his head lay during his nightmare. Her jaw seemed to have detached from her skull in her sleep and the bottom of her jaw lay on the pillow perpendicular to her upper row of teeth. Her cheeks were stretched further than was normally possible to accommodate the detached jaw. Bloss was snoring from her wide maw caused by her misbehaving jaw.

Anon stared at her, her dangling jaw a reminder of what she was capable of. Anon breathed calmly, his adrenaline dissipating and his heart rate slowed. This was Blossomforth, the monster in his dream was not her. Bloss would never do that. He felt a little light headed and sighed in relief as he stared at her disfigured face and smiled a little. Anon slowly reached over and gently grasped her jaw, he rotated it and pressed it against her row of upper teeth. Anon smirked, it stayed in place on her skull and she stopped snoring. A few seconds later it fell off again and she began snoring again. Anon rolled his eyes.

They had spent the day before moving all of Blossomforth's things into Anon's much larger business/apartment. They both had enough of Blossomforth's incredible abilities for the day and decided to spend the rest of it doing normal things. Tired from all of the moving, Anon and Bloss fell asleep in Anon’s bed.

Anon was thirsty and tried to slip out of his bed to get a drink of water. To his surprise something was keeping his leg in place. He was about to investigate but something else caught his attention as he shifted his body, something sticky on his right thigh. He reached down and felt cum on his leg. Damn! It seemed that his imagination was enough for him to blow his entire load into the sheets! He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a few tissues to wipe the fluid away. He did it as best he could and threw the tissues into the garbage can. Now that the embarrassing mess he made was cleaned it was time to see what was keeping him in bed. Anon felt something slide against his left leg as he shifted, it was furry. He reached down and felt Blossomforth's thigh on top of his leg, he slowly traced his hand down her thigh but her hind leg started to curl in a strange way. What the hell is going on? Anon lifted the sheets and used the moonlight to see what was going on. Her leg and long canon were curled in a spiral around his leg as if it was made of rubber! That was not the worst part. The worst part was that her canon and the bone inside it was no longer straight and it definitely was not made of rubber! It somehow managed to curl itself around his leg and was stiff as, well, bone! If he wanted to free his leg he would have to wake her up to undo this spiral bone structure that was wrapped around his leg or break her bone to free himself.

Anon grasped the curled canon bone and sure enough it would not budge which was strange because he could have sworn he felt it slide and shift against him. Anon groaned in frustration, this was so stupid. While Anon was trying to pry his leg from the deformed cannon wrapped around it he accidentally poked Bloss in the stomach with his elbow making her chuckle in her sleep and the spiral of bone and flesh around his leg suddenly shifted and bent, grasping, snuggling, and curling around his leg a little tighter. Anon thought that this might be his chance, he grasped the spiral canon bone but found it as immobile as ever. Really!?! So the bone inside her leg becomes malleable and... prehensile when she wanted to snuggle her prehensile leg closer but when HE wanted to move it, it becomes stiff again?!?

Anon groaned in frustration. He huffed, he was about to wake her up but he suddenly came up with an idea. What if he tickled her and he quickly unwrapped the bone while she made it malleable? It was worth a try. He felt for the hoof at the end of her spiraling hind leg curled around his leg. He felt the soft frog and grinned. He tickled it with his fingers. Blossomforth chuckled and giggled softly in her sleep and the bone became malleable once again. Anon quickly uncoiled her cannon and now flexible bone around his leg while it was still malleable until it suddenly solidified once more. He managed to uncurl her canon enough that he could finally slip his leg out of the bone vice.

Anon sighed. Guess this is the kind of thing he would have to deal with from now on. Finally free from the flesh monster's clutches, he swung his legs out of bed. He waddled awkwardly out of bed, the boner making it a bit uncomfortable. Damnit! Why did he find amorphous monster tentacle-tongue sex so hot? He should be turned all the way off by that disturbing, vivid, imagined assimilation. His mind involuntarily went to stranger and stranger thoughts. Would it be so bad to be assimilated by Bloss? If she wanted to assimilate him she could have done it at any time. He wouldn't loose his individuality, would he? If his nervous system was preserved...

Anon clamped down on the strange thoughts, trying not to think of them. It felt so wrong. Disturbingly, the thoughts continued to nag him, tickling his brain with the endless possibilities. The now very real possibilities. Anon stopped and rested his head on the hallway wall. He panted softly as he fought for control over his thoughts. Maybe later, maybe never. He did not know. With an enormous effort he turned his thoughts away from the imaginative possibilities and focused on getting a drink. He descended the stairs and got a cup to fill with water.

He sat at the table and drank his water as he pondered about the future. suddenly, he heard a creaking coming from up the stairs in the hallway. Blossomforth emerged with a yawn at the top of the stairs, rubbing her eyes with a fetlock.

"Hey, Anon." She slowly descended the stairs and sleepily dragged her hooves as she did.

"Hey, Bloss. What brings you down here in the middle of the night?"

Blossomforth raised an eyebrow with sleepy half lidded eyes a little accusationally. "I think someone was jostling me a little too much to get any sleep."

Anon smirked at Blossomforth and cradled his face in one hand with his elbow on the table. "Wouldn't have been so bad if somepony did not somehow manage to curl their cannon around my leg, trapping me in a bony vice."

Bloss's eyes widened. "Oh, mane! I saw my leg was deformed but I did not know I did that!"

Anon smiled slightly mockingly. "Yeah, you are a clingy little monster. You actually curled it tighter to my leg in your sleep, making it malleable as you did. However, when I tried to move it, it became stiff as bone. I actually had to tickle you to make it malleable enough to uncurl it from my leg, even then it became bony before I completely finished uncoiling it. That might be what woke you up."

Blossomforth's face was red and her ears were slightly pinned in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry Anon! If that ever happens again please wake me up and I'll make it right."

Anon dismissed her. "Eh, it's alright. I know you didn't mean to."

The cupboard with the cups was custom made for Anon and thus quite tall but Bloss was thirsty. "Hey, Anon. Mind if I, you know." She gestured to herself. "It's a little too tall for me and flying indoors can be awkward and a little dangerous."

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead. I don't really mind when you are around me."

Blossomforth walked over below the cupboard and grew two small tendril-like tentacles from her back. The first one reached up and curled around the handle, opening the cupboard and the other curled around a cup bringing it down. Then she walked over to the water dispenser and she held the cup under the dispenser while the other opened the spigot and closed it. Her tentacle deposited the full cup on the table and she climbed up on the chair across from Anon. Her tentacles retracted back into herself.

She grabbed the cup with both her hooves and took a sip. "What woke you up, Anon? I am usually a pretty deep sleeper so you must have been moving around a lot to wake me."

Anon hesitated, he did not know whether he should tell her or not. He decided to go with honesty. Bloss had been honest to him with herself, he owed her and more importantly himself the same courtesy.

"Well, it was a nightmare and it is pretty embarrassing to say the least." He sighed and took a deep nervous drink from his cup.

Bloss looked a little concerned. "You know you can tell me anything, Anon. I won't judge you."

Anon averted his eyes slightly. "It was about you."

"Oh." Bloss looked downcast and set her chin on the table.

"You sure you want to hear the rest?"

Bloss gulped. "Yeah, we probably need to talk about this nightmare."

Anon took another drink from his cup. "Well, I guess I'll summarize it because some of the details are pretty embarrassing for me."

"That's fine, Anon. Tell me whatever you are comfortable with."

"Alright well, the dream started with you and me sitting at the table for breakfast. Before I keep going I'll just say that you were acting really out of character and I don't expect you to do anything like this. I suppose my mind is expressing some unconscious fears. Anyways, the dream was kind of hazy and I definitely was not thinking straight. Dreams are like that, kind of like half of the brain is making the dream world while the other is participating in it and the different parts don't really communicate well with each other and the part participating forgets important things."

"So, 'dream you' was saying that she wanted to be with me forever. Needless to say, I did not really know what that meant, but the part of my brain making the dream world did. Basically, dream you started surreptitiously assimilating me and I didn't really realize it until later." Anon shifted uncomfortably. "Dream you was also doing some really kinky things to me while the assimilation was happening, I suppose distracting me with pleasure. I don't really want to go into detail but it ended with me being assimilated and the fear of me losing individuality to the assimilation. I did not have any control. It was pretty intense and very frightening. I woke up gasping for air, believing the moment before that I was being consumed and my free will was being stripped from me."

Anon put his hand on his chin nervously. "So, uh, I guess psychologically my unconscious fear of your nature was being projected in my dreams. I admit that it does frighten me, like I said before. I suppose I'm rambling now, getting that off my chest."

Anon nervously looked over to Blossomforth who looked like she was trying to slump below the table level.

"Hey, don't be so ashamed. It's not your fault that you are what you are, and I can't really control my natural fear of something more dangerous and powerful than me."

A frustrated groan emanated from just under the table as Blossom sat up straight. "I never wanted this, everything got so complicated. I never wanted my friends who are close to me to be scared of me. I wish a lot of the time that I could just simply be a pony and not worry so much about the complexities of my strange nature. I suppose I need to be honest also, Anon. I am a hypocrite. I like being able to do what I do, it is a guilty pleasure. There is a feeling of glee when I learn to do something new and it feels empowering. However, every time I do my fear grows of being alone, of growing distant from anyone else like I don't have peers anymore. Which is why when you told my your nightmare I felt a crawling fear of loneliness." Bloss looked down at her hooves on the table.

Anon smirked at Bloss. "Tell you what, I promise that I'll keep you from being lonely but you have to promise me that you won't alter my biology without my permission, alright?"

Blossomforth smiled. "I can absolutely do that, Anon."

Anon yawned. "Well, that's great. How about we go to back bed now, hopefully my subconscious fears have been pacified and we have definitely missed enough sleep. Just try not to curl your bones around my legs."

Blossomforth smirked. "I'll try, but I can't promise you anything."

Anon sighed with his arms on his hips. "The things I put up with."

Hope this wasn't too clop heavy. Kind of a side chapter but I think it is a good one.

Once again, please tell me your thoughts.