There was nothing but the warmth of the sun on the slowly shifting epidermis and the blast of light that burst into various organic apertures. Thingpone lay in the bottom of a crater bowl, a deformed amalgamation of various external organs and tentacles. Some of the more animalistic mouthes were sobbing softly and some eyes and noses were dribbling with tears or mucus. Thing lay there, taking in the blue sky and the sounds of birds finally beginning to chirp after being scared out of their wits. She wondered what she had done to deserve such a fate.

Thing was suddenly consumed with a sense of frustration. Damn that evil meteor! It turned her life upside down without a second thought! The injustice of it all made her flesh boil quite violently. Why her, why did she have to be victimized by random chance? She may have messed up a few times but she wasn’t a bad pony! Seeing the injustice and deciding that the universe itself was out to get her, she rebelled. She would be the master of her own fate! Random chance and circumstance be damned!

Thing assessed her situation. What could she do? Her body was alien. Every time she had tried to move, it would only result in a few weak splats. The learned muscle memory she was accustomed to was useless. She had no frame of reference, no instinct to guid-

No sooner had the though crossed her mind a powerful migraine formed. From the aether, the same way you finally realize where you left your keys, Thing accessed a part of her mind she had never used before. She concentrated. Like a neglected muscle an eye was slowly raised up with a teardrop shaped structure of organic mass almost like the the eye of Sauron. She almost lost concentration as she saw her utterly horrifying form. Getting an idea, she concentrated and the soup of limbs, and other appendages slowed to a stop. She felt a random limb and twitched it, a spider leg. She tried not to think of her arachnophobia as she willed the limb to be consumed by the soup. It made some disturbing insect-like cracking noises as it deformed and became engulfed. She repeated the process, each time she tried to increase the number she simultaneously consumed. Exoskeletons creaked, hooves cracked, bones snapped, teeth crunched, and eyeballs popped as they were all consumed. All that was left was the Tower of Sauron and a sea of disorganized muscle and epidermis.

Now to get out of this Celestia forsaken crater.

The organic puddle began to flow up to the lip of the crater like a river in rewind. It was like an amoeba/snail hybrid. Very strange, almost liquid-like but not really. After finally making it out, Thing grew an orifice to sigh a breath out with relief. The orifice looked like a whale's blowhole. She could feel the soft grass beneath her… muscle and she smiled.

Next was the hard part, or so she thought. Thing imagined her old self, Blossomforth, and willed her to be formed in flesh. It seemed that her new mind also had an organic memory. Blossomforth felt her familiar form begin to shape. Bone grew into place, muscle flowed around the skeleton and organs grew out of the muscle. The eye at the top of the tower popped into place in her newly formed skull, skin and fur grew everywhere, and wings sprouted on Blossomforth’s back.

Standing up proudly like she had just climbed a mountain was Blossomforth.

“I’M BACK BABY!”

For the first time since she discovered she was a monster, Blossomforth felt a real sense of hope. Everything was going to be just fine! Giddy with excitement she tested her flexibility. Headsit(>>610961 in Derpibooru)? Easy. Triplefold? Child’s play. Autocunnilingus(>>837083 in Derpibooru)? Wet. Her dream career of being a contortionist was all but secured. All she needed to do now to be world class was to improve her acrobatic technique.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a squirrel. She loved squirrels, they were one of the most naturally acrobatic animals out there. It was interesting how easily they could leap from tree to tree, how they could balance on a wire, how their physical form was predisposed to agility. All interesting and desirable traits. Blossomforth glanced down at herself. Her ribs were showing. She was hungry, had the transformations she performed burned energy?

Blossomforth slowly stepped forward as she watched the squirrel. It easily scurried from branch to branch above her, its claws allowed it to climb like a spider on the bark, its tail helped it balance. She needed to know more, she was hungry for more. There was sure to be a wealth of genetic knowledge in this squirrel.

Suddenly, like a jack in the box, the Thing's neck lengthened. The skin on her neck began to split apart, and alien muscles morphed to muscularly force the neck's vertebrae apart as she shot her head forward. Her head split in half, muscles violently splitting her skull into a wide gaping maw with rows of teeth dripping with saliva and eyes on the circumference. Her tongue shot ahead of her head like a bullet and ensnared the squirrel. Just as suddenly her head and tongue retracted, her tongue dragging the surprised squirrel down her throat into her stomach before it could even squeak in terror.

The natural instinct of Thingpone took over. Blossomforth could not think, her mind overflowed with pleasure at the wealth of biological information the squirrel contained. Its memories, its skills, its genes were all copied and stored in her vast biological database. The squirrel’s body and mind were now a part of her. It was total bliss.

Blossomforth was still hungry. Thingpone’s body suddenly transformed. An evil grin that was uncharacteristic of Blossomforth spread over her face. Blossomforth's eyes became slitted like a cat or a snake's. Her teeth became sharp like a shark's and her tongue flickered out of her mouth like a serpent's. Her cheeks split apart unnaturally as she smiled revealing more sharp teeth. She leered. Her muscles bulged and the pudgy parts of her body drained away, her ribs showing more prominently now. Her fat stores were being used up. She looked more like a predatory animal than a pony now. Perhaps a pony-wolf hybrid.

She sniffed the air and suddenly her hind legs exploded into action. She leapt 20 feet high up into a tree, claws that had grown out of her hooves grabbed the bark and suddenly a new world of tree trunks and branches in a forest were hers to explore. She leaped from branch to branch, running with wild abandon. She spotted a bird and suddenly changed her direction leaping towards the sparrow. The bird started to fly away out of reach. No matter, her tongue shot out of her mouth like a spear, bony on the tip. The bony tip plunged into the bird with a thump and quickly mutated, barbs shooting out of it. Her tongue quickly retracted, dragging the bird into her mouth and dragging it down her throat. The bird's genes and nervous system containing its skills was quickly analyzed and consumed. Blossomthing grabbed at the tree trunk and her head unnaturally twisted around, scanning the ground. There we go, that's what she smelled, a fawn. Blossomthing's legs exploded once more and catapulted herself through the air, slamming into the fawn and ravenously grabbing it with her clawed legs and tore out its throat with her unnaturally wide and sharp toothed mouth.

Thing's flesh opened up like a mouth, her rib cage splitting apart like a maw and the teeth of her ribs clamped down on the fawn. Then something strange happened, the internal organs, blood and flesh of Blossomthing's body deformed and crawled itself towards the fawn like a monstrous gory slime and began fusing to the fawn. Soon both of their bodies were fused and deformed only a pile of gore and mutated limbs. Then, the flesh began to rearrange itself into the familiar form of Blossomforth. First the skeletal system, then the organs, blood vessels and muscles. The fawn was nowhere to be seen. It was consumed.

Another wave of bliss and Blossomforth was suddenly able to think again. She gasped as her lungs reformed themselves and she stood up, her legs were shaking.

“Wow.”

Blossomforth felt a bit guilty about assimilating the small creatures but it felt so right to acquire and use the biological information. Her new predatory instincts told her that it was no different than a predator animal hunting its prey. She came up with an idea. She felt that the bird's body that was still inside her still had its nervous system intact. What if she built the bird its old body and transplanted its nervous system back in place? That might work, her instinct was telling her yes. The fawn had replenished her biomass and energy and she had enough to spare to give the bird back its body before she destroyed its nervous system.

She instinctively knew what to do. She shifted the bird's brain and attached nervous system inside her body to the back of her body and inserted it into her womb. The bird's body rapidly grew back and she quickly ejected the creature out of her vaginal canal. It flopped to the floor behind her, wet with her juices.

Blossom turned around and looked down at the little creature that she gave its life back to. She smiled at the little bird as it fluffed its wings to rid itself of the sticky wetness. The bird wouldn't remember, its death was too quick. Perhaps it would think that it ran into a tree. There would be no bringing back the other two, she needed their biomass. Blossomforth frowned as she dissolved their nervous systems inside of her belly and rebuilt her nutrient reserves. Blossomforth would have cried over this but Blossomthing only felt a little sad that she had to snuff out two lives.

Blossomthing pondered what had happened. It was a bit of a blur but she seemed to have given herself over to whatever part of the alien that had been fused to her identity. More of Blossomforth recovered and the Thing moved back into dormancy. Blossomforth looked like a normal pony again.

She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she assimilated others. Maybe she could be a unicorn or even have hands like Anon!

The fact that she could assimilate others and put them back filled her with confidence.

Her new experience of masturbation was fun but it could not replace the unique feeling of having sex with another. Masturbation was just too predictable. Blossomforth's new instincts yearned to find a mate, one with diverse or unique biological information.

Her need to assimilate all biological data grew stronger as her confidence rose. She would have to be careful but was ready to take Ponyville by storm.

This has been rewritten. May re-write or tweak it again.

Some of this will be retconned in future chapters. Blossomthing has to follow conservation of mass and switching consciousnesses is not as easy as it was in this chapter.