Blossomforth was distracted by heated and lewd thoughts that permeated her hivemind as she flew to her destinations. In truth, Blossomforth didn't know what she was going to do. Her sudden lust was as frustrating as it was pleasurable. She had experienced many mating seasons in the years before, but this one felt different for some reason. Blossomforth started to question herself. Why was she doing this anyway? Why did she suddenly feel the need to integrate enough biomass into herself to be able to split herself and do what? Go back to spy on Anon? Blossomforth cringed to herself as she realized the answer. She did not want to admit it to herself, but the action she wanted—no, needed—to complete burned itself into her mind; her instincts clear as day.

Bloss wanted to go home, manifest her most powerful and efficient tentacular muscles, grab Anon, and forcefully carry him to his room where they would have the most passionate sex they had ever experienced. Bloss squeezed her eyes shut, shuddering at the enticing scenario, torn between passion and restraint. Her heartbeat quickened with her growing lust, the organ becoming more forceful with each powerful thump. Almost against her will, a tendril of muscle the width of twine slithered within her folds and briefly poked itself out, curling as if trying to scratch an insatiable itch.

She breathed slightly more heavily and suddenly opened her eyes wide. She had never felt like this before. Even when she went though her first heat she had never felt such intensity. Why was she acting like this? Why was she acting with such impulsive irresponsibility? Didn't she know that Anon was still a little uncomfortable with her nature? How would he react if she suddenly forcefully rutted him? Why was she so damn horny? Blossomforth's eyebrows suddenly rose with realization. She scowled, of course. It probably had something to do with her alien nature. Bloss groaned in frustration with both of her bodies simultaneously.

Beneath the superficial image of a heated pegasus, there were several insidious problems that Blossomforth was completely unaware of. No one can completely control their body. There are always automatic functions and actions that take place without input from the conscious mind. The heart beats without permission, sweat excretes from the body unconsciously, fear is experienced involuntarily. Blossomforth had an impressive degree of control over her body, she was able to deform organs and shut down bodily functions. However, despite this, her control was not absolute. Her body was extremely efficient, able to quickly bend to the wills of the mind, conscious or unconscious. The Ancestors originally designed the seed's mind architecture to minimize these involuntary actions. They knew that the organic constructs they were producing were extremely potent and efficient machines; unconscious action in a such a versatile vehicle of world domination could potentially cause undue or undesirable effects.

When the organic machine integrated Blossomforth's mind with its own in a desperate act of survival, the architecture of the pony’s brain including instincts, which could be partially construed as unconscious action, became permanently ingrained in the liquid and wireless hivemind structure. The damaged parts of the alien mind that were replaced by Blossomforth's own overwrote and overrode some of the inhibitors designed into Thingpone's original mind. Thus the source of Blossomforth's inescapable heat. No matter how Blossomforth tried to change her biology, this powerful, inescapable instinct and desire to mate permeated Blossomforth's very being.

Blossomforth's pony based and currently horny mind was at the seat of the most powerful biological weapon in the galaxy.

Consequently, her body responded to her heated instinctual desires by producing just the right chemicals to make her even more horny. It was a feedback loop of heat, which her unconscious mind responded by activating an array of potent biological reproductive functions alien to Equestria. New enzymes were produced within her cells, changing the chemical structure of the pheromones she excreted, creating a potent chemical that would make any post pubescent equine creature sexually activated even if only a relatively small amount of particles reached them. The chemical was stealthy, insidious, and odorless. The ingenious chemical structure allowed it to easily permeate the blood-air barrier of the lungs and directly enter the bloodstream of the ponies that breathed it. Once it reached the bloodstream, it was all downhill from there.

The chemical activated the sectors of the brain that had to do with reproduction and catalyzed chemical reactions in the reproductive system, making them more efficient than any indigenous pony enzyme or hormone. Indeed, it would be a new experience never before experienced on this planet. The poor, unsuspecting ponies never stood a chance; today they would feel things they had never felt before. The sexual stimulation was literally out of this world.

Aerosolized, modified, alien/pony hybrid pheromones evaporated from every pore of her body. Every time she breathed a mist drifted from her mouth, and the musk of her conventional pheromones were more pungent than ever before. Blossomforth was like an airplane from Anon's world in the Vietnam era, gassing powerful biological chemicals over unsuspecting villagers. Blossomforth did not even realize what was happening. She assumed her misty breath had something to do with the weather. It was still early in the morning as the particles diffused through the atmosphere, spreading in all directions. The biological weapon of lust permeated the homes, and insidiously affected the ponies. Soon ponies would wake up feeling more heated than ever before. Older ponies that had given up feeling any sexual desire would feel it again for the first time in years.

Blossomforth continued flying towards Anon's house, completely oblivious to her body's automatic machinations. However, her unconscious and involuntary pony mating instincts drove her body to become even more heated. She seemed to physically radiate warmth as her metabolism rapidly increased and her mind dulled to focus on baser desires. She shifted her hivemind's attention away from her other body, which was taking care of the routine weather work, it became more of a drone on autopilot. Instead she focused on her body heading for Anon's place. She shivered as she felt another tingling in her nether regions, and a fiery warmth of desire originating from her gut every time she breathed. Her disguise of malleable flesh wriggled and drooped slightly as if she was melting; her instincts and desires causing her to slowly lose control.

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Anon watched as Bloss flew away for her job through the window and sighed wearily. Blossomforth seemed a little more... sexually excited than usual. She claimed that she was better able to control her heat than other mares due to her nature as an alien, but he wasn’t so sure. Anon looked down at the faint oily stain on his shirt. Yeah, there was definitely something going on.

Anon briefly reflected on the craziness of the last few days. He was surprised by how calm he had kept throughout the whole experience. He was grateful that Blossomforth had been so kind and understanding to him. She had really shown herself to be a loving pony, er, organism. If she were not so tenderly patient and kind with him he thought for sure that he would probably have broken down in hysterics at the discovery of such an abomination that seemed to violate conventional nature and science. Anon smiled dreamily, he really felt lucky at the moment.

Anyways, he had work to do. He just hoped Blossomforth could control herself. If she tried to lay him, things would get awkward very quickly. Mares in heat had difficulty controlling their urges but in Blossomforth's case losing control could have much more serious consequences. He was a bit worried about her. Anon sighed, he was probably worrying about nothing. He needed to get ready for the day.

A little while later after Anon finished cleaning the dishes and setting up for the day, he heard the bell tinkle and the door creak open. Anon looked through the hallway from where he was setting up to the living room lobby to see Lyra walk in through the front door. Anon walked into the lobby to meet her.

As he approached, he noticed that Lyra was sweating a bit and breathing at a slightly increased pace, her cheeks tinged the very lightest shade of pink.

"Hey Lyra! Good morning. Have you been running today? You seem a bit sweaty, or is it just the spring heat?"

Lyra's eyes widened slightly and Anon suddenly remembered what Blossomforth had told him about mating season.

"Oh, good morning Anonymous." She seemed a little nervous. "Well, I suppose it is the time of year for spring heat if you, uh, catch my drift." Lyra's eyes began to get shifty as she lamely finished.

Anon blinked and his eyebrows raised slightly. "Ah, yes. I believe Blossomforth said something about this to me. It is not something I am very familiar with." Lyra's face became slightly redder in embarrassment and shame. She looked like she was trying to build up the courage to say something. Anon tried to change the subject. "So what do you want me to work on today?"

Lyra looked down at her hooves and slowly looked up again shyly. "I'm sorry, anon. I was wondering; can I ask something of you that is personal for me and probably going to end up being very awkward?" Anon eyed her suspiciously, remembering Blossomforth's warning.

He reluctantly responded, "Well, I suppose so. What is this precarious subject you wish to broach?"

Lyra took a deep breath and began to speak,"Well, in case my hints were not obvious enough, or your inexperience makes you unaware, today happens to be the first day of Ponyville's spring heat. As you might have guessed, it makes us really, really, uh, horny. Not unicorn horny, but you know horny, horny. You know?”

Anon stared deadpan. “I know.”

Her checked flushed red, tail swishing behind her. “It happens in the spring, usually a few weeks after winter wrap up, and affects most of us mares. When one mare gets it we know it because she starts to smell… different. It seems to spreads like the plague to everypony else, making us, well, so aroused it’s almost painful. Twilight once explained it to me, she says it has something to do with pheromones"

"This isn't abnormal or anything, I mean it happens every year! I’ve always been able to, uh, manage myself, but something is different this year. For some reason, this year has been much worse than anything I have ever experienced! It seems to have affected everypony. I feel like a pubescent filly, Anon. It’s just humiliating. It burns and I desperately need release! Even as I stand here I am having a hard time trying to control myself. It's bad, Anon."

Lyra looked directly up at Anon with slightly pleading eyes, her inner thigh muscles and hidden pelvic floor muscles clenched together surreptitiously as she tried to contain her arousal.

"I feel really bad for asking this but I am getting really desperate and nothing seems to work for me. You have the most nimble appendages in Ponyville and I was wondering if you could, um, maybe... massage me in a different place today?"

Anon blinked several times quickly with a strange apprehensive look on his face. Lyra’s lips spread in an awkward, wide, embarrassed grin that almost looked like she was gritting her teeth.

"Look, Anon. I understand if you want to cancel our appointment, there is really no point of a normal massage if I am unable to relax. I'm sorry for asking, really. This is really an unusual and rare circumstance and if you do this for me I am willing to pay triple. I am not a pervert, but I am starting to feel reaaallly desperate right now."

Indeed, Anon noticed her hind legs were crossed as if she had to pee. She didn’t even bother to lower her tail, no doubt it would have been too much effort.

Anon sized her up quickly and responded. "Where is Bonbon anyway? Aren't you two together?"

Lyra frowned. "She went on a miss- I mean, an archeological trip to the Badlands. She won't be back for another few days."

Anon took in a deep breath and sighed out slowly. "Alright, fine, but only because I know you." Lyra gave a sigh of relief, her insides quivered with anticipation. "However! This is purely professional and I will be wearing a rubber glove for this massage! This is not a date, I am only helping you as a friend. Also, I expect you to keep this private."

Lyra's eyebrows rose and her eyes softened as she imagined the relief she was about to experience. She wondered how his fingers would feel inside her, the digits touching her in places she had never been touched and where hooves could not reach. "I understand, Anon. Thank you so much! I promise to keep this strictly secret and professional." She smirked as she smelled the remnants of Blossomforth's scent. "Also, I have a sneaking suspicion that you and Blossomforth might have a few things to work out when she gets back."

Anon looked at her in the eyes and squinted at her making an awkward silence. Lyra shrank under the scrutiny, shifting her hind legs together awkwardly as there was nothing to distract her from her heat. Anon suddenly reached to his side and opened a drawer to pick up two rubber gloves and the massage lubricant he usually used. He snapped on a pair of gloves that Twilight had magically formed out of rubber specifically for him.

"Let's get this over with."

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Blossomforth landed on the roof of Anon's house, panting hard. Her unnaturally long tongue lolled out the side of her mouth, and her mind drove her body into heated overdrive. Her higher cognitive functions were starting to slow as instinct began to take over. Many small tendrils poked out of her fur, writhing slowly, their sinuous forms of muscle clenched and veins popped from their smooth and oily surface. Blossomforth panted as if she had just ran a marathon, drool oozing down the side of her mouth. She made a cursory scan of the roofs and sky to make sure no one was close enough to see her out of control tendrils.

As Blossomforth panted, her body slowly began to revert into its base form, seemingly melting in the sun. She spied the exhaust chimney for the ventilation system. She galloped towards it and body slammed the chimney. As she dove, her body rapidly deformed into a thick goop, splattering on the side. The amorphous mass slurped and squished through the mesh grating of the chimney and slid downwards. Bloss had inserted herself into the air conditioning system. Her organic sludge was more red than usual indicating her heat.

She pulsated grotesquely, pounding and squishing with heated excitement as she slid down the chimney, stuck to the side of the vent. Her amorphous body excreted an oily perspiration in excitement, absolutely loaded with advanced pheromone chemicals and giving her blob-like body a greasy, slippery texture.

The cool air that that pumped past her as she slid through the air duct was not enough to cool her heat, but it did seem to give her back the ability to think at least a little. She rapidly oozed towards Anon's scent, finding her target in almost no time at all, now in the vent directly above Anon. She slid her sludge through the grating of the vent and formed a few eye stalks to watch.

What she saw almost made her form the lungs of a manticore so she could growl with rage.

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"Let's get this over with."

Anon placed a few sheets of disposable paper on the massage table and Lyra slowly climbed up and laid on her stomach. Anon stared at her lady parts. ‘Am I really going to do this?’

"Thanks again, Anon." Lyra glanced back at Anon, squirming with anticipation.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't expect me to do this again for another year at least." Anon paused for a few seconds. "Are you familiar with your pelvic floor muscles? If I tell you to clench or relax them, will you know which muscles to engage?" Anon looked up to Lyra.

Lyra looked back with a slightly exasperated expression. "I'd think, especially during this time of year, that I would be very—ugh—familiar with those muscles."

Indeed, Anon glanced at her nether regions and could see the subtle movement of her lower pelvis clenching in time with her pulsating vulvar winking.

"Point taken."

With that, Anon spread some massage lubricant over Lyra's fur and glided his fingers over her hind legs, starting with the bands of muscle around her canons and hooves, before beginning to work upward.

As anon moved up to her thighs, he noticed that they were tight and straining. These muscles were directly connected to the pelvic floor muscles, which are the muscles most related with sexual function.

"I know it's hard, Lyra, but I need you need to try and relax your thighs."

Anon watched as Lyra's torso rose and fell with deep breaths as she focused on relaxing her legs. Anon took advantage and started massaging her legs, relaxing them as much as possible. He moved on to her glutes. Lyra’s breaths were deep and quick as she concentrated to relax her muscles. Anon finished with the muscles in her inner thigh, her adductor muscles.

"Very good, Lyra. Are you feeling a bit more relaxed?"

Lyra made a groaning noise of affirmation and pleasure.

"Alright, I'm going to move on to insertion. Try to concentrate on your pelvic floor. Relax and clench when I tell you. It might be a bit sore due to your heat. We are going to try and ease the pressure so that you can leave satisfied."

Another grunt.

Anon applied some lube to his fingers and inserted them feeling the tight ring of clenched pelvic floor muscles on the inside.

"Relax."

Lyra began breathing deeply again as she concentrated and the muscles receded, softening in the process. Anon began kneading the ring of muscles, encouraging them to relax and let go of the pressure. They quivered under the pressure, threatening to clench. Eventually Lyra's urges would take over and she would clench again but Anon would coax her back into relaxation.

“Alright Lyra, you’re doing great! Are you ready for the next part?”

Lyra only moaned.

“Good, when I say clench, clench.”

A pregnant pause followed.

“Clench!”

Anon felt the ring of muscles tighten around his fingers, he took the opportunity to start slowly stimulating her nub and she strained harder. Anon let off the pressure and told her to relax once more and Lyra began breathing harder and moaning with pleasure as she put in a supreme effort into relaxing the pelvic floor muscles. By now there was an obvious secretion leaking. Anon kneaded the muscles, it was becoming almost impossible for her to resist engaging her pelvic floor muscles. Finally she was ready.

Without warning, Anon rotated his finger and reached for a spot behind her belly button. Lyra gasped suddenly with a loud moan. Her pelvic floor began clenching with rhythmic undulations and a fluid secreted out of her. Finally, Lyra sighed with satisfaction and relaxed on the table.

Anon looked at her. "Well, hopefully you won't have any more heat problems. I hope you're satisfied."

Lyra didn't answer but laid still on the table. Anon shrugged and began to remove his hand from her vagina. To his surprise it became stuck. The flesh seemed to mold around his hand, gripping it in place with a squishy, wet sensation. The flesh tightened like a vice in an uncomfortable way.

"The hell?" Anon whispered.

Anon placed a hand on her ass to get more leverage. To his horror, when he pushed on her butt for leverage, the butt cheek squished and sank inwards as if it was made of mud and swallowed his hand whole. He reflexively tried to retrieve his hand but the flesh gripped it tightly. Suddenly, the muscular flesh that molded around his hands started to pull them inwards with surprising force and suction. The strength and efficiency of these strange amorphous muscles forced Anon's hands and arms inside Lyra's torso. Anon felt the wet, moist muscles twitch around his arms and hands as they amorphously shifted and clenched, encasing his arms. From the outside it looked as if Lyra's butt had swallowed up Anon's arms up to his shoulders, Lyra's tail, dock, and anus were right in front of his face. Anon's eyes widened with fear.

Lyra's spine began to arch in a backbend cobra, forcing her shoulders and head upward from the massage table and backwards towards Anon. Her torso bent and curled, forcing anon’s arms stuck inside of it to move as well. The joints of her vertebrae of her spine cracked as they bent and stretched similar how the joints would crack when practicing yoga. Lyra's head began to rotate, her neck making grotesque snapping noises. Lyra's head began swiveling unnaturally on her neck, rotating 180 degrees from the natural position. When her face was revealed, it was not green like the rest of her coat but white as snow and her face now had the features usually seen on Blossomforth's face.

Blossomforth's face, which had no right to be on Lyra's body, scowled at Anon with wild eyes and foamy drool leaking out the side of her mouth. Her cheeks were a deep shade of red and Anon thought he could see a twinkle of liquid in her eye. Anon suddenly felt perspiration on his brow. The elbows on Lyra's forelegs made sharp snapping sounds and the joints shifted, becoming “double jointed” to allow Lyra's elbow joints to bend in the opposite direction beyond where it should have stopped and gesture to Anon with her forelegs.

"What the hell were you doing with Lyra?"

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Blossomforth’s excited, pulsating, veiny sludge of organic matter slid through the vent and spread slowly along the ceiling, sticking to it like glue. She felt the cool air wash over her amorphous flesh and the downright icy feeling of the vent’s metal grating that she slid through. It was not exactly frigid, a warm temperature is optimal for a massage environment, but it was a stark contrast to the intense heat outside. It did little to satiate her sexual desires as her excited metabolism radiated heat in defiance to the air conditioning.

She was growing excited, she could just taste Anon’s familiar and exotic human pheromones, but was a bit worried at another familiar taste, the taste of Lyra’s heated pheromones. More biomass filtered through the vent and a few tendrils sprouted and engorged from her gore stuck to the ceiling, extruding eyeballs from their tips to observe the scene below.

Blossomforth’s vision blurred into focus and she rotated her eyes in the direction of Anon's scent. Blossomforth saw Lyra laying on the massage table, it seemed that she was enjoying the inner thigh massage perhaps a little too much. Lyra's scent grew more pungent as the massage intensified.

Blossomforth started to pulsate more quickly and intensely with jealousy. A barely audible squishing sound could now be heard every time she pulsated and veiny dark spots appeared in her vision with every pulse. Her eyes which were taken from a race that communicated by changing the pattern of their irises started to shift shape and change like a lava lamp. Her other warring instincts of biological domination and natural competition almost made her lose control. Greasy, oily secretions perspired from her body and lubricated her epidermis. She extruded a sprouting tentacle from her sludge stuck to the ceiling and snaked it through the air towards Anon and Lyra.

The tentacle suddenly bulged as she clenched the powerful muscles within the appendage as hard as she could. Curling veins popped and bulged from the surface of her tentacle in her vision. The tentacle was like a clenched fist. No, she could control herself.

Suddenly, Anon inserted his fingers into Lyra's vagina. What? Blossomforth's bulging muscular tentacle suddenly went limp with sudden surprise hanging from the ceiling, the equivalent of someone's jaw dropping in surprise and despair. Blossomforth’s pulsating missed a few beats as she watched Anon pleasure Lyra. Time seemed to move more quickly, lyra started breathing more heavily and moaning as Anon rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Blossomforth's vision suddenly tinged red. Her instincts demanded that she be the alpha organism and some slut had paraded up to anon and spread her legs. Now Anon was pleasuring Lyra instead of her. A tongue emerged between the folds of her flesh and she licked herself slowly, saliva drooling down the side of the extrusion. The slash of flesh her tongue emerged from curled upwards in what could have been interpreted as a smile. She knew how to fix this injustice.

She concentrated on the dormant slug in Lyra's brain and activated it. She focused on finding Lyra's sensory neurology and a tendril found its way through the brain folds and fused to the organ. Gradually, she felt the sensory sensations that Lyra felt. The relaxed muscles in her legs, Anon's tender groping of her most intimate pelvic muscles and the stimulated clit reaching for a climax. Suddenly, Anon reached for Lyra's g-spot and Lyra gasped with a loud moan. Blossomforth's flesh above began positively boiling with energy. Hundreds of tiny tendrils reached out in all directions until she resembled a sea anemone hanging from the ceiling with writhing tentacles. They strained, clenched, and stretched, curling around each other, shaking with pleasure. Oily secretion dripped from her hundreds of tendrils onto the floor behind Anon.

As fluid secretion emerged from Lyra's vagina, sadness and anger flowed through Blossomforth's mind. Sudden vindictive will pierced her mind. She hated Lyra at the moment.

She knew what to do.

A pulse of electromagnetic based telepathy originated from Blossomforth's mind and the dormant receptor enzymes left within Lyra from the last time she had assimilated Lyra activated, suddenly and violently the enzymes recomposed the cells they resided in, converting Lyra's body into advanced Alien cells. Blossomforth focused on the cells in Lyra's vagina and grabbed Anon's hand tightly with undulating flesh. Anon, surprised, placed his hand on Lyra's plot as leverage to remove his hand. Bloss gleefully used this opportunity to viscosify Lyra's plot and swallow Anon's hand. She angrily jerked his arm through Lyra's flesh towards his other arm inside of her vagina and sucked both of his arms inside Lyra's torso through the widening opening of Lyra's vagina, forcing anon's shoulders and face up to Lyra's plot.

She now had Anon right where she wanted him. She would give him a talking to. Maybe Anon would have a completely logical reason, but she was not feeling very logical. She was feeling quite visceral and she wanted angry sex. She NEEDED angry sex right now! She forced Lyra's torso into an erect, curled backbend position and forced her head to unnaturally rotate to face anon while transforming Lyra's face into her own. Her expression was one of anger, passion and a bit of sadness at Anon's perceived betrayal. She was also drooling slightly from her mouth due to her heat and from the pleasure she shared with Lyra.

"What the hell were you doing with Lyra?"

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Anger could be plainly seen on her face. She was seething, eyes wild and breathing deeply with a strange mist coming from her mouth. Her mouth drooled slightly as she stared directly into Anon's eyes.

Fear suddenly washed through Anon like a cold shower.

"Calm down Bloss!" He glanced down at his arms which were shoved so far up Lyra's vagina that he couldn't even see them. "This is definitely not what it looks like! You're letting the heat get to you!"

Blossomforth was breathing so hard that drool was leaking from the side of her mouth and the flesh around Anon's arms started to heat up as Blossomforth's influence caused Lyra's metabolism to rev up. It was now obvious that Bloss was starting to tear up slightly.

"Not what it looks like? What is that supposed to look like?" She gestured with deformed, backwards forelegs to Lyra's nether regions which Anon was now buried into. Anon felt the tight, squishy flesh surrounding his arms constrict and pulsate.

Anon was getting a annoyed by how Blossomforth forced his arms up Lyra's vagina to make him look more guilty. It overpowered his fear. He started to scowl. "Look Blossom, what happened here was completely professional! There is no romantic relationship between me and her. This is not a regular thing, Lyra was feeling desperately heated and needed some way to release her pressure before she strained the muscles in her pelvic floor and injured herself! This sudden assimilation of Lyra is uncalled for, control yourself! Don't abuse you abilities because of your petty lust! If you end up harming her because of this, I'm not sure if I can forgive you. You are going to stop grabbing my arms and put her back to normal!"

Blossomforth had the grace to look guilty and shifted her eyes awkwardly as she rolled them with a slight scowl on her face. She was still breathing heavily through her nose and Lyra's flesh pulsated with excited metabolism. She reluctantly relaxed the muscles encasing Anon's arms, allowing him to pull them out of Lyra's vagina with a loud sucking "Shhhhhlllishp!"

Anon's arms were now doused with slimy secretion and he waved them trying to get it off. Anon was still a bit shaken with fear.

Blossomforth quickly grew a neural algorithm and scanned Lyra’s short term memory, rapidly processing it. She found that what anon had said was true. A feeling of intense icy guilt seemed to wash through her mind, she had probably gave Anon a scare. Petty jealousy still dominated her thoughts. Anon was going to pleasure her and Lyra would lie unconscious on the massage table as she did it. Yes, this revenge is adequate.

"Look, Anon. I'm sorry. I was not really thinking clearly when I did that. I thought that I could control the heat by changing my biology, you know, removing the parts of me that exist for reproduction but it's really weird! For some reason, no matter what I do it does not go away!"

She looked up at Anon. "I could really use your help, Anon."

Lyra's body was starting to undulate and melt with sexual excitement. Anon had an internal struggle trying to imagine what this “help” would entail.

"Alright, alright, I'll try to help you. Just give poor Lyra's body back! It looks really creepy how you replaced her face and rearranged her body like that. Didn't you say before that you didn't like to assimilate ponies? What's up with that? Also, aren't you supposed to be kicking clouds or something right about now? How did you even know about me massaging Lyra, have you been creeping on me?"

Anon shivered on the inside as he imagined Blossomforth spying him from the inside of various crevices. Blossomforth's face on Lyra's body started to look embarrassed as if she had just realized what she had done.

"Well, uh, you see I assimilated Lyra a while back, before I really knew what I was doing. This was on the day of my transformation. There were some leftover enzymes inside her from when I assimilated her and I was able to activate them to quickly and telepathically assimilate her again. I, uhm, also managed to find some spare biomass and split myself to go do weather duty and also come back here."

She stared downward with embarrassment and shame.

Anon sighed helplessly and ran a hand over his face pulling the skin on his face down with frustration. After a few seconds he stared deadpan at her. “You scared the shit out of me with that stunt you pulled with Lyra’s body. I didn’t even see you come in! I guess you said you did it telepathically. Does that mean you are creeping on me right now?”

Blossomforth's face on Lyra's body suddenly blushed deeply and Anon froze in supine fear as he felt a greasy, meaty, thick, lubricated tentacle glide down the back of his neck and into his shirt, curling, wriggling around his torso and adhere to his skin. It felt very warm and he could feel it pulsate against his skin. Anon was caught off guard at being surprised from behind and forgot his anger.

The snake like muscle of a tentacle continued to slide into his clothes, and Anon looked up to see where the fleshy snake came from. Above him he saw gory sludge stuck to the ceiling finish draining into the tail end of a long, fleshy, thick rope of muscle and it finally detached from the ceiling as the rest of Blossomforth's snakelike form slithered and disappeared into his shirt curling around his torso and arms, muscularly hugging him, and exploring his body. Anon's eyes widened as the muscular snake of flesh shifted and slithered excitedly against his skin and effortlessly warped its shape allowing it to flow under the tighter fit waistline, into his pants, and around his legs and dangerously close to more sensitive regions.

"O-okay then!" Anon uttered nervously. His eyes were wide as he watched the bulges move under his shirt and pants. He gingerly felt his shirt where a thick, squishy vine was slithering underneath. It responded to his touch by arching itself and forcing itself into his hand, distending his shirt and rubbing against his hand as it moved.

Blossomforth was in a trancelike state, allowing herself to become immersed in pleasure. Anon yelped in an un-masculine way as something from under his shirt nipped his belly playfully. Blossom stared at anon through Lyra's body with a faraway look of pleasure, obviously enjoying the feel of Anon’s body. Anon was helplessly violated by a lustful monster.

“Mmmmm, you have such a well designed body, Anon. I can’t wait to explore it some more.”

Anon felt the hot, sweaty, greasy, slithering, morphing biomass beneath his shirt and gulped. He needed to find a way to calm her down. He knew that his body was not as durable as hers and she was frighteningly strong. He would be fine as long as she was gentle but would the heat allow her to be herself?

Blossomforth licked Lyra's stolen lips and face with an unnaturally long tongue and smirked at Anon.

“I think we are going to have some fun!”

Anon was speechless, but in the back of his mind he knew that he had seen enough hentai to know where this was going.

Special thanks to EverfreeSparkle for proofreading and helping me to make my chapter much better.

Hope you enjoyed!