Thingpone could be patient. If nothing else she was designed to be adaptable. One had to be adaptable when being sent to an unknown planet with unknown environmental and atmosphere composition to consume unknown species under unknown circumstances. In this circumstance she was required to be patient so that is what she became. She had conceded defeat once Blossomforth had rejected her proposal. Thing was a bit shocked and surprised that she had been rejected. She thought that the proposal she gave to Blossomforth was very reasonable and logical. She had not expected such a flat out rejection. Then again, Blossomforth was a creature governed by emotion and thus was capable of illogical decisions. Beings with such inferior thought processes deserved to be ended by natural selection, not gifted with advanced biology. The injustice of it all made Thing’s emotion of frustration flare slightly. Ironically, fact that she was feeling emotion at all made her even more frustrated at her developing ability to feel emotions. Just by sensing the vague thoughts and emotions of Blossomforth, Thingpone knew that trying to convince her to keep herself secret from Anon was a losing battle. Blossomforth had made up her mind. Thankfully she had suppressed Blossomforth's awareness of her presence, tricking her into thinking some shoddy broken "program" was trying to influence her rather than another consciousness. So she decided to save her energy instead of trying to communicate or otherwise interrupt Blossomforth's revelation to Anon.

Thingpone was a opportunist by nature, her species could afford to be because of their sheer biological dominance. However, due to these extreme and odd circumstances she was forced to take actions that her race usually never did like engage in persuasive argument. Her mind itched in irritating frustration. In her eyes, seeing the biological prowess of her race being utilized by this sickeningly soft mind was wrong and a crime against the natural order. By now, if she were in her ancestors' galaxy, an inspector would have probably found them and set this aberration right, crushing Blossomforth like the parasite she was. Alas, Thingpone was perhaps a billion light years away from her home galaxy and there were no inspectors to help her.

No matter, she was determined to persevere and emerge victorious and dominant. Her host was lazy, weak, and had no desire for power. It would be her undoing. Thingpone thought of herself as the protagonist facing impossible odds. Blossomforth was the looming antagonist to be defeated.

Thing watched as Blossomforth's mind concluded its decision to reveal her abilities to the human. Her sickening softness and care for the pitiful primitive human disturbed Thingpone. She treated the human as an equal when the fragile, inferior organism at most deserved to be a pet.

Thingpone could only watch in resignation as Blossomforth slowly revealed herself to Anon. Thing watched the complex social interaction and drama between Blossomforth and Anon, she watched the fear, anger, sadness, and shame that they both expressed. They were all new social complexities and emotions she had never experienced before causing the rapid growth of new neural connections.

Her mind grew stronger.

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Blossomforth smirked slightly smugly to herself as she flew away from Anon’s place to meet the other weatherponies for her job. It was a crisp spring morning. The powerfully blue sky and dotted puffy clouds in the light of the golden rising sun made for another unique and beautiful day. In the distance an ominous front of overcast clouds could be seen slowly invading the sky like a blanket being pulled over the world. Spring showers were coming.

Anon was just too easy to manipulate, Blossomforth thought as she blissfully flew. It was a little cute just how naïve he seemed to be. However, as Blossomforth thought with pleasure about how easy manipulating Anon was, it seemed that Blossomforth might also be prone to being manipulated. Manipulated by instinct. Despite Blossomforth being what she was, she was also part pony and the mind architecture she depended on was structured and originated from her former pony body's brain. Because of this, her mind was vulnerable to the effects of instinctual mind functions including the instinct of mating season. So, despite her brain’s structural upgrade caused by her new alien nature her legacy pony instincts ingrained inside her mind were stubbornly stuck with her. Needless to say, the pony mating season was heating up, pheromone particles were in the air as she flew and in effect triggered her pony mating instincts. This, compounded with the instincts of finding a biologically interesting specimen that the Ancestors had programmed into her made a powerful force. Blossomforth started to blush slightly, almost imperceptibly, not fully realizing what was happening to her.

Blossomforth suddenly had a powerful instinct to return to Anon's house and defend her mate from the onslaught of heated mares. She was suddenly glad that her instincts caused her to subconsciously modify the glands in her vagina to excrete and slather Anon with a modified concoction of souped up extra strength pheromones when she had straddle-hugged him that morning. She had effectively marked Anon as her territory with the smelly pheromones excreted from her vagina. Anon would probably not be able to smell it but to other mares, with their large muzzles, sensitive smell, and olfactory nerves attuned specifically to pony pheromones, the message was clear; Anon belonged to Blossomforth. To be fair, mares did not usually seek out interspecies relationships but they were not unheard of. However, Ponyville had a particularly bad mare to stallion ratio and with the start of mating season, many of the mares would inevitably become desperate, willing to screw anything that moved and some even participated in lesbian relationships or quick jaunts just to offer some relief and satisfaction from their genetically ingrained urges and instincts. Blossomforth was sure that a few, especially Lyra, would be interested. Blossomforth knew firsthand from superficial mind reading that Lyra was very interested in humans and their hands. It was to the point of almost being a fetish.

Blossomforth was worried that other mares including Lyra would see her relationship with Anon as a sign that Anon was open to having a herd. Herds were a very normal phenomenon in Equestria because of the natural mare to stallion ratio in their specie's genes. Blossomforth's inherited instincts from the Ancestors made her jealous, possessive, and territorial when it came to a mate, she could afford to be because of her biologically dominant nature. Mares were also territorial but they would be willing to share to keep her stallion satisfied. Blossomforth wanted a more private relationship, she wanted to be free to share her secrets with Anon without another mare intruding on their privacy.

Blossomforth bit her lip as she flew growing more worried and sexually heated as the various chemical reactions in her pony based mind and body caused by the mating season's drifting pheromones and her ingrained instincts conspired to make her extremely horny. Her hind legs began to rub, clench, and curl together, her muscles activating as she flew through the air. Blossomforth extended her hind legs to reach out behind her and pointed her hooves as her muscles tightened. Her legs began to kick backwards, her glutes activating as her hip flexors lengthened and relaxed. Her spine also responded by arching slightly. Her superior flexibility allowed her greater range of motion as her glutes engaged causing her legs to reach backwards and angle upwards even as they rubbed together, clenching, squishing, and stimulating her vulva and clit. A strange aerosolized mist of pheromones drifted from her mouth making a sweet musky smell as Blossomforth's breathing deepened with worry and desire, trying to think of a solution. By now, her muscular, athletic hind legs were angled upward, her legs and hooves pointing upwards towards the sky as she flew, like a strange erect tail as they rubbed together.

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Suddenly, Blossomforth froze and hovered in mid air, her legs stopped rubbing, only her wings moving to keep her suspended and her flexible leg muscles clenching to keep her strange pose in place. A dribble of vaginal liquid infused with powerful pheromone chemicals trickled down her vulva and accumulated on the tip her slowly pulsating clit. Her clit protruded outwards with a pulse, and as it began to retract, the dribble of vaginal fluid slipped off of her clit like a droplet of rain. Just as the droplet's surface tension broke, separating from the tip of the retracting clit, her face lit up with an idea and a solution.

She could totally be at her job and clandestinely defend Anon from the invading mares at the same time! She just needed a little more biomass in order to make it work. Bloss grinned widely and licked her lips. It was so wonderful to be an eldritch abomination! Blossomforth quickly accessed her DNA database to find the blueprints to a very sensitive olfactory organ, many, many times more sensitive than the average pony's sense of smell. Her muzzle began to stretch and grow, the cartilage shifting to make room as new nerves grew and populated the inside of her muzzle. The new information that raced up her conventional “wired” nerve endings to be fed and translated into her fluid mind was a torrent. She had to grow a whole new portion of specifically designed brain mass just to be able to handle the information. It was a veritable torrent. She was suddenly able to pinpoint the different smells of different ponies in the air, how sexually heated they were by the concentration of pheromones. It all made her even more horny. With a huge effort she wrenched her attention from these pheromone smells to instead focus on a different smell. The smell of decay.

Blossomforth was in need of some quick and easy biomass but she did not want to deal with the moral quandary of suddenly repurposing a random animal's cells for her purposes so instead she used her new powerful sense of smell to fly in the direction of the nearest decaying corpse. Blossomforth spotted her target and touched down. The corpse was a dead raccoon. The intense smell of decay was amplified by her extremely sensitive nose, it made her feel a bit nauseous so she quickly degenerated her sensitive olfactory organs back into her less sensitive pony sniffers. Blossomforth was a bit hesitant, pondering consuming this rotting lump of organic matter. Her instincts told her that she was capable of doing such a thing, but did she really want to? She would not be able to infect the raccoon because most of its cells were already dead and the useful enzymes and other architecture were falling apart. Instead, she would have to engulf the corpse and dissolve it with her efficient and corrosive digestive juices to break down the protein and nutrients to absorb them into new cells. Perhaps the random maggot and bacteria could be infected, converted, and absorbed. She did not worry too much about killing and absorbing the maggots and bacteria. How many times had she accidentally stepped on and killed an ant without knowing it?

Blossomforth's loins continued to raise in temperature, she needed the biomass now if she wanted to be able to go to work and spy on Anon at the same time. The part of her pony mind was quite disgusted about what she was thinking about doing but the instincts the Ancestors implanted in her made her look at the lump of rotting flesh as if it were the finest cuisine. She looked down as her stomach made a growling noise and wriggled visibly, making her skin ripple almost gleefully. She tried not to think too much about the disgusting act she was about to perform. She needed the biomass now before she would be late to work. She looked around, it was quite secluded. Blossomforth quickly deformed, gory red muscle, fat, sinew, bones and other internal organs revealed themselves as she melted and her furry skin split apart. The various organs corrosively deformed and dissolved, disappearing and absorbing into into a gory mass. The gore continued to deform until it resembled a homogenized, uniform blob of muscle that was solid like flesh but moved, sliming and flowing in a viscous way as if it was liquid.

Two eye tipped stalks of tendril-like flesh grew out of the mass and once Blossomforth oriented herself she began flowing towards the corpse. The raccoon was quite a large and fat one. It seemed to have died of old age. It would provide a rich source of protein and other nutrients. Her muscle flowed around the corpse, engulfing the raccoon, gripping and sticking to it in a fluid motion. The blob quickly covered the corpse until the entire raccoon was completely engulfed. Where the corpse used to be the blob of muscle sat. It looked much larger than before because of the raccoon within it. The flesh which now completely engulfed the corpse acted as a gigantic stomach and the inside surface of the stomach began to excrete very powerful and very efficient digestive chemicals which quickly began to dissolve the raccoon. As the flesh of the corpse began to rapidly corrode and melt away, some maggots and worms were exposed. When these organisms came into contact with the wall of the stomach, the flesh of the stomach sensed that the organic material was living and the stomach wall reacted by quickly reaching out to it and fusing to the organism on a cellular level. The cells on the stomach wall quickly attacked, nanoscopically injecting and invading the adjacent living cells with a viral infection of advanced enzymes. The organism or in this case maggot was rapidly converted into Blossomforth's advanced cells and her newly converted cells melted into the stomach wall, becoming part of it. The rest of the dead organic matter rapidly dissolved in the advanced alien digestive juices until the entire corpse was converted into a soup of amino acids, fats, sugars and various other dead fibers, minerals, and nutrients. Blossomforth started to inflate and become very bloated as gasses were released by the rapid digestion and chemical reactions that took place. She became engorged and started to resemble a balloon as her viscous muscle stretched and her cells rearranged their flexible structure to contain the byproducts of the digestive chemical reactions. Her eye stalks, which were perched on top of her balloon of flesh looked down as her body inflated and expanded. The raccoon was gone and in its place was a soup of easily absorbable nutrients. The cells lining the stomach rapidly absorbed and repurposed the needed nutrients allowing them to multiply and grow and integrate the new cells into the hivemind structure. The entire soup was quickly absorbed and converted into advanced cells.

Soon, the entire digestive fluid was absorbed and converted into new cells but the huge balloon of gaseous byproduct remained. Blossomforth shifted her flesh and eye stalks around the compressed, pressurized bubble of gas to gather her biomass near the bottom where her stomach body was propped on the ground. The flesh around the bubble of gas started to thin until it resembled a membrane and became thin enough for light to filter through. Near the top of the fleshy membrane balloon, cells shifted and gathered together forming a closed aperture of muscular flesh like a sphincter or like the opening of a party balloon. The muscles were clenched tightly together keeping the gas contained within the membrane. Finally the sphincter muscles began to relax releasing the pressurized gas from the membrane and a whining noise like a deflating balloon was heard. The noise continued as the largest flatulence ever released by an organism smaller than a dragon was performed. As the fleshy balloon deflated the pitch of the flatulence became higher and higher until it became a comically sustained whine. The muscular membrane tightened as it shrank, shifting its shape to keep the pressure on the rapidly shrinking gaseous sac. The mass of expelled flatulence gas drifted away on the wind.

Blossomforth was horrifyingly embarrassed by the flatulence despite the fact that there was no one else to witness it. Blossomforth was suddenly glad that she did not decide to form any type of olfactory organs while she played her role as a giant stomach because she was sure that the expelled gasses would have stunk. The skin near her eyes on her eye stalks changed to a rosy color as she felt her embarrassment. It was disturbing how satisfying and pleasurable it felt to expel the gas from her body. She did not really realize how much byproduct was made when digesting an entire raccoon so rapidly. Usually digestion of such a large carcass could take days or weeks but she managed to do it with her advanced digestive juices in less than a minute which caused an almost explosive amount of gasses to be produced. She was used to assimilation where the cells were virally invaded and converted but in this case digestion chemically broke down the dead biomass and such rapid chemical reaction was bound to have a lot of byproduct.

Her now much larger biomass shifted and stretched apart, rapidly performing cytokinesis. The two eye stalks perched on top looked at each other as they separated each taking half of the biomass with them. Her two bodies of disturbingly animated flesh began move and gurgle making a wide variety of sticking, slick sounds. Both of her bodies began writhing and animating as they rapidly formed bones and internal organs and shifted them into the proper places. The only part of her body that did not move were her eyes as the stalks that kept them steady and suspended in midair flexed and wriggled to maintain their stability and stillness. The eyes were creepily suspended as if they were wraiths and each observed the progress of the opposite body it was not attached to. When her eyes blinked they did so in a strange way by retracting into the stalk to moisten itself and became momentarily engulfed by it.

In only a few moments two fully formed and sized Blossomforths stood opposite to each other each with a stalk of flesh curling out of their eye sockets. The stalks rapidly slicked into the skulls of the two Blossomforths and the eyes on the ends of the stalks popped into their sockets. The two Blossomforths now had one normal eye and a strange alien eye inserted by the stalk with an iris that shifted, constantly changing shape. Blossomforth blinked her four eyes all at the same time and when they opened all of her eyes were normal pony eyes with round irises.

The two Blossomforths walked closer to each other and inspected each other. The feeling of horniness intensified as the chemical reactions of her normal pony body took over. Even when in the form of a giant stomach, her liquid mind was still vulnerable to the urges of the pony mating season but being immersed in the entire experience of being a fully formed pony rushed back to her. Estrogen flowed through her veins and the temperature of her vulva rose. The two Blossomforths looked at each other as if to say "are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Of course they were, they blushed at each other with a strange look of embarrassment and guilt. They brushed up against each other and looked at each other's plots. In complete sync they both flicked their tails to the right and lowered their muzzles to the other's mareparts and took a deep sniff, lightly brushing their noses against the other's vulva and deeply smelled her own musk.

Blossomforth suddenly thought about what she was doing. Visions of one of her bodies growing a penis and fucking the other in the pussy flashed in her hivemind. They suddenly frowned and backed away from each other. Nope! She REALLY had to get to work and she ALSO had a human to protect! She was already five minutes late!

Blossomforth's two bodies awkwardly and quickly turned to their destinations. One on them tripped in her haste but quickly recovered and they both took off to fly to their destinations.

Sorry it has been a while. A combination of writer's block and a deluge of real life responsibilities conspired to keep me from writing.

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I hope you liked the chapter.