A powerful headache greeted Blossomforth as she blearily regained consciousness. To be more accurate, it was a mind-ache; Blossomforth currently lacked a head. Not far behind, plaguing her feelings and instinctual urges, was the damnable biological desire that the seasonal heat invigorated. Blossomforth would have groaned, but she did not have lungs or mouth to produce such a noise nor the will and energy to rapidly grow vocal organs. Instead, she expressed her frustration by wriggling and rippling her powerful muscles, curling her long, thick, and sinuous muscular self around something soft and warm. The warmth she curled around smelled familiar and was comforting. She snuggled her sinuous form closer to the warmth and tried to sink back into the blissful abyss of unconsciousness once more.

Suddenly, something touched her, and she twitched in surprise as the appendage began to grasp and gently squeeze her coiling, fleshy body. She felt the warmth she was curled around vibrate, the familiar reverberations of speech soothing her as it emanated through her flesh. Reluctantly, Blossomforth formed a tiny hole in the flesh of her sinuous form and grew the necessary organs to sense sound.

"-ou in there, Bloss? I'm not mad, I just want to talk. Think you can come out and talk?" Anon rubbed a hand against her, massaging her malleable flesh. She twitched half-heartedly in response.

Anon had spent the last hour silently pondering Blossomforth’s actions and wearing her unconscious muscle around his neck like a strange, fleshy, scarf. He was still a little frightened by her monstrously frenzied lust. He nursed bruises that resulted from her lust with ice packs. Despite the manhandling he experienced, he understood that there must have been some sort of dramatic internal struggle within Blossom for her to act the way she did. After all, females had complex and sometimes mysterious emotions.

As soon as Blossomforth heard Anon's voice and felt his massaging hand, the memory of what she did to him came rushing back to her. An internal struggle within herself, a battle of instinct and self-control, with Anon's comparatively fragile body caught in the crossfire as little more than collateral damage. A powerful feeling of shame pierced her mind, causing her body to squirm and her internal flesh to shift, clinch, and convulse on itself.

Her internal battle was over, with self-control and restraint emerging as the victor. However, it was not without cost. Anon had long bruises under his shirt where Blossomforth had gripped and constricted him with her advanced alien muscles, agitated by her internal struggle. He looked like an abused spouse with his bruises hidden beneath his clothes. Despite this, Anon stoically bore it without complaint. He may have been an antisocial loser but he could be determined and persevere when he wanted to. Blossomforth needed his help now more than ever to overcome the struggles of her complex body.

Blossomforth's shameful convulsions suddenly stilled as Anon started to lightly stroke her smooth epidermis with the tips of his magical fingers in a delightfully soothing motion. She shivered under his touch. Anon spoke softly, "Hey, It's alright. I forgive you for what you did to me, I know it must have been hard for you to resist your instincts. I'm proud that you were able to do it. Why don't you transform so that I can talk to you? I won't watch if it makes you embarrassed."

Blossomforth's featureless snakelike sliver of muscle with a smooth, pink epidermis began to shift and one of her tails curled upwards to gently caress Anon's face. She then began to uncurl herself from Anon's neck to snake her way down Anon's back and using her spider hair follicles to stick to Anon's shirt. The front end of her slivering form extruded forward, growing forth like a vine as her tail shrank, retracting. The biomass shifted forward through her flesh to feed the growth propelling her biomass forward. She looked like a vine, clinging to a surface, growing forward without a root, and retracting on the opposite end.

In this way she propelled herself down Anon's leg and rapidly slivered across the floor to hide herself under the couch. Anon looked at the couch to hear crackling, slimy sounds coming from underneath. Anon watched as a squashed skull emerged from the slot underneath the couch and shapeshifted as it emerged cracking into the properly formed skull displaying Blossomforth's familiar visage. The rest of Blossomforth's body unsquashed itself as Blossomforth in her pony form crawled out of the space that a pony could never fit inside of, cracking and squishing into her original pony form as her previously deformed body emerged from the confined slot.

Blossomforth sat on her haunches in front of the couch and hid her face in shame, bangs of her mane veiled her face. Anon carefully sat down next to her on the floor and wrapped an arm around her.

"You feeling alright? I was starting to get worried after you lost consciousness."

Blossom brushed her mane out of the way and looked at Anon with watery, glistening blue orbs.

"Y-yeah, I'm alright. I'm sorry for what I did to you, Anon. That was wrong. Once again, I forced you into something you did not deserve to experience. I'm such a monster." She stared dejectedly at her hooves, but Anon was having none of that. He reached over with his other arm and forced her into a hug with her face buried into his chest.

"Didn't I already tell you that I forgave you?" said Anon. Blossomforth sniffed into his chest and wrapped her forelegs around Anon's torso and returned the hug.

"Y-yeah."

Bloss hugged a little tighter, her alien strength re-emerging, and Anon winced. "Ah! A little tender there!"

Blossom quickly released the hug and squirmed out of the embrace. She looked up at Anon with worried fear and wide eyes. "Did I hurt you? Oh no! Let me see!"

Anon clutched his button up shirt. "It's fine, just a bruise or two. Nothing to worry about. Why don't we-"

Blossom narrowed her eyes and stared at Anon. "Come on, Anon. Let me see what I did to you."

Anon clutched his shirt again. "Really, it's nothing to be worried about. We should-"

Suddenly, six tendrils burst from Blossomforth's body causing her torso to thin slightly as they extruded the tendrils’ biomass outwards. Anon flinched, but they curled around his buttons and unbuttoned his shirt very rapidly and then gently guided Anon's arms in a motion to get his shirt off. She did not force him for fear of hurting his bruises. Blossom stared deadpan at Anon.

"Alright! Alright! I'll let you see! I just didn't want to worry you too much..."

Blossomforth's fleshy tendrils guided Anon's shirt and white undershirt off of him rapidly. Once they were off, Bloss saw the patches of light purple bruises scattered over Anon's torso and arms where Blossomforth's powerful tentacles and tendrils had grabbed him with their iron strength. Blossom stared with sadness and guilt in her eyes.

"I-I can fix it! I can make you better!" She blurted. Her tentacles caressed Anon's skin softly and Anon started to feel a pleasurable numbing sensation where she touched his tender bruises. Blossomforth looked like she was falling into a trance of concentration. Flashes from his nightmare of losing his individuality involuntarily surfaced to the top of his mind.

Anon nervously, but firmly, reached out a hand and placed it on Blossomforth's shoulder. Tendrils of flesh already surrounded him, dangerously close to touching his skin. She startled out of her concentration at his touch. "No, Blossomforth. I'm fine. I'll heal. I'm not ready for that. I know you want to help, but the best thing you can do for me right now is to stop being so sad!" Anon reach out his other hand and forced Blossom's cheeks upward into a smile with his thumbs. Anon smiled with the barest hint of nervousness. "Can you do that for me?"

Anon let go of her face and Bloss smacked her lips, wiggling her jaw. The tips of her fleshy vines caressed Anon's skin, tickling him but there was none of the numb, pleasurable sensation that made Anon so nervous. "Alright, Anon. If you ever want help with your health or something, I will be happy to try and help however I can. I just can't stop feeling so guilty. I feel like there is something more I can do to help you.” She looked up at Anon and when she saw how nervous he looked her face fell slightly. He seemed to be shying away from her tendrils which were smoothly caressing him. Blossomforth winced the tiniest bit and retracted her tendrils into her body, making slimy slurping sounds as they rapidly sunk and merged into her flesh. “I’m sorry! I forgot about that nightmare you had! I just wanted to help you. I can’t do anything right.” Tears started to glisten in her large eyes, and she sniffled as she tried to stop herself from weeping.

Anon reached up and bopped Blossomforth’s snout with a finger. Blossom looked up at him with glistening, blue eyes. “You are nothing but a silly pony and you need to stop blaming yourself for things that are not your fault. I may still be a bit, erm, uncomfortable around potent, infectious, biochemically altering tendrils but that is no reason for us to go panicking and beating ourselves up over every little accident.” Anon pressed his finger slightly harder into her muzzle. “Okay?” Blossomforth crossed her eyes at Anon’s finger and nodded. “Good! Now, there are a few things we have to take care of.” Anon gestured at a sheet of cloth covering something on the massage table. “What exactly caused you to act the way you did? I may have forgiven you but what you did to Lyra really isn’t right—“

Blossom suddenly gasped, her eyes and mouth widened in fear and guilt. “Oh, no! What have I done!” She suddenly twisted her neck and her head swiveled one hundred and eighty degrees to look at the sheet covering Lyra’s body, her neck unnaturally twisting with ease. She seemed to have forgotten that a pony could not suddenly twist their neck that far without snapping it. Her head rapidly swiveled back to look at Anon. “I’m sorry! I nee-”

Anon reached out and placed his hand on her withers. “Calm down, Bloss. Why don’t you slow down and carefully explain what happened to me and what caused you to lose control? After that, then you can rebuild Lyra’s poor mangled body for her. I know you can’t apologize for what you did without revealing yourself but maybe you can do something nice for her? Something like helping her with her figure. You know, maybe trim a little of that fat off, maybe make her more athletic, or flexible? I know it’s harsh to say but you really violated her and she didn’t deserve what you did to her.” Blossom looked ashamed and guilty with her ears wilting and their tips gaining a tinge of pink. “So why don’t you start explaining, then there is something else we need to talk about.”

Blossomforth nervously twiddled her forehooves and averted her eyes downwards. Anon reached up and scratched behind her ears. Blossomforth looked up and smiled with her eyebrows raised, her confidence bolstered. “O-ok, well, it started with the emergence of the familiar and itchy sensation of the spring heat. I smelled it in the other mares and, well, it caused me to start up as well. I didn’t think it would be much of a problem if I let my mind wander and think about lewd things, but I was so wrong. The Heat can make us mares have some impulsive desires and do some impulsive things but it is relatively harmless how our bodies react to our heat. This time however, it was much different because my body reacted by compounding the problem and adding its own twist. Normally involuntary reactions in a mare’s body were things like winking and, you know, leaking. Not really that serious and definitely manageable.” She took a breath. “My body, however, started exerting much more dramatic involuntary reactions. One thing lead to another, and I really didn’t know what was happening. It seemed to get out of control really fast, I didn’t think that giving in to my impulsive thoughts would really do anything but it just seemed to make me fall into some sort of frenzy.” Blossom licked her lips nervously. “I can still feel the heat, even now, but I’m making a conscious effort to not think about it, refusing to let it affect me. It seems to be working so far, nipping it in the bud, but it feels so itchy...” Blossomforth blushed and she shifted her pelvis awkwardly, briefly biting her lip as Anon continued to rub her ear soothingly.

Anon had a thoughtful look on his face. “Hmm, while you were in this heated frenzy, did you notice any kind of strange musk or particulate falling off of you?”

Blossomforth’s eyebrows rose. “Now that you mention it, I noticed that there was some sort of mist coming from my mouth and I was sweating rather profusely. Some of the morning was a bit of a blur, to be honest. I was not at my best.” She scrunched up her muzzle at the reminder. “What makes you ask that?”

Anon put a hand on his chin. “Well, right after you lost consciousness, somepony decided to drop by for a visit. I was barely able to hide Lyra and improvise a disguise for you before Twilight Sparkle came bursting in.” Blossomforth’s eyes widened. “Yeah, it almost went really badly. She was also having some heat problems, nowhere near as bad as yours, and was complaining about her anti-heat potion not working. Twilight said that she was looking for the cause. She was able to isolate it and was in the process of tracking a mystery pheromone that seemed to be the cause and originated from my apartment. I’m pretty sure you had something to do with that. She asked about whether you were expressing some type of exotic gene. I told her that you were out. Knowing that Twilight is terrified of snakes, I had wrapped you around my neck. You looked pretty much like a snake and I was able to scare Twilight away. She said that she was going to come back and get some samples from you.”

Blossomforth looked up at anon with surprise. “How was she able to come up with that so quickly?”

Anon shrugged. “She’s a prodigy, when something sciencey or magical is literally itching at her, she usually gets her answers pretty quickly. Do you think you can figure out if whatever Twilight was looking for was coming from you, and if so, if it’s still active? We need to come up with some sort of plan to deter Twilight from discovering you, unless you think you are ready to show her. That could be an option, but to tell you the truth I am a little afraid of what your discovery could do to a neurotic Twilight.”

Blossomforth sighed and shook her head sadly. “To be frank, Anon, I am still scared of other ponies finding out about me. It seems to be a way to quickly make ponies hostile and distrustful. I guess since I’m not really a pony anymore I can get a more detached perspective on pony nature. They seem to have herding instincts and are slow to trust strange things. I remember when you came: everypony almost panicked. I remember feeling this almost irrational fear that was compounded with the herd instinct of everypony else being apprehensive. You are quite tall, and compared to you ponies are small. I know that Twilight writes directly to Princess Celestia and has powerful magic.” Her ears folded back at the thought of just how powerful that magic could be. “I really don’t want to chance telling her yet, as it could all spiral out of control very quickly.”

Anon had a puzzled look on his face. “Well, since we can’t tell her we will have to do something else.” A mischievous grin emerged on Anon’s face. “Have you ever ‘gathered’ the DNA of a snake before?”

Blossomforth looked at anon apprehensively. “Yeah, I may have a sample stored away in the matrix. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was thinking that you could perhaps borrow some biomass from lumpy Lyra over there and use it to form it into a snake. We could use it as a kind of trump card if Twiggles gets too pushy with her questions.” Anon smiled evilly and muttered to himself. “...mmmyess, payback for all those times you experimented on me.”

Blossom skeptically raised her eyebrow. “What were you muttering about and why are you calling Twilight ‘Twiggles’?”

Still smiling, Anon glided his fingers through Blossomforth’s mane, scratching her scalp with a distracting feeling. “Don’t worry your little head about that. Twiggles is what I call Twilight to annoy her. She doesn’t like to give me the satisfaction of letting me see her annoyance but I know it bothers her.”

A bemused expression graced Blossom’s face. “I... see. I suppose there is some sort of history here?”

Anon looked at Blossomforth. “You could say that.” Anon frowned but squinted his eyes with his grin intact. “She never played fair with her cheating magic. Make sure if you have to scare her away that you wrap your snake body around her as quickly as possible while wriggling and twitching like you did around my neck. Be sure to relish the way she shivers at the feeling of a slithering snake.” Anon rubbed his hands together evilly.

Blossomforth snickered at Anon’s antics behind her hoof mockingly. “Oh my, Anon. What did Twilight do to make you lust after such petty revenge? You know~” Her voice warbled with a mocking tone. “Since you seem to like the idea of sscaring Twilight so much, I bet I could take your body and mold it into a long sslippery ssnek and you could sslither around her sscared, sshivering, ssupine body in the most dissturbing way!” Her tongue morphed into a thinner, longer forked snake tongue and slithered out of her mouth as she hissed her s’es. Two of her upper teeth morphed into a sharper canine-fang tooth and the pupils of her eyes narrowed into a vertical slit. Anon’s face fell dramatically with a thrill of fear. Blossom stuck her unnaturally long snake tongue out at Anon and it lengthened out of her mouth to briefly lick the tip of Anon’s nose. “Jussssssst kidding!” The look on Anon’s face was priceless. Blossom giggled and laughed before falling over with jest, her teeth morphing back into their molar state and her tongue shifting to its former stubby size. Anon could not help himself, he laughed at the ridiculousness of something like Blossomforth existing, surrendering himself to the strange reality he lived in. The thought only made him laugh harder and he released his feelings into the laughter he expelled.

Anon laid down next to Blossomforth on the lobby’s carpeted floor and started rubbing her belly. It only made her giggle more and she wiggled her legs with glee. Unnoticed by Anon, vaginal lubricant excreted and started to glisten on the lips of her thick pony vagina as Anon tickled her. Anon relented and sighed. “One of these days, Bloss, you are going to make me question my sanity.” Blossomforth looked at him with worry but Anon smiled with acceptance in his eyes. “That doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

Blossomforth scooted closer and wrapped her forelegs around Anon’s neck and Anon felt her furry face and neck on the side of his face. They simply laid there for a couple of seconds.

“Hey, Anon?” Anon felt her throat vibrate with sound.

“Hmm?”

Blossomforth whispered into Anon’s ear. Reluctance and desire with a hint of lust was apparent in her voice. “Do you think you can do to me what you did to Lyra? I’m still really horny but I promise you from the bottom of my heart that I’m in control now. Do you trust me?” While Anon hesitated for a second and thought, she continued. “I can do things to you, anything you want. We can explore each other together.” Bloss bit her lip, fearing she went too far.

Anon started to stand up and held her with one arm as he used the other to help himself up. Blossom clung to Anon as he stood, wrapping her forelegs and hind legs around him. Anon sat down on the couch and Blossom sat her plot on Anon’s lap, curling her tail around herself as she looked up to him with embarrassed but hopeful eyes.

“Alright, Blossom. We can do this together but you have to promise me you will be gentle, even if you are feeling passionate. My body is much weaker than yours and you must be careful with your strength.”

Blossomforth put a hoof on her heart and placed the other one on Anon’s chest. “I promise, Anon.”

Anon smiled. “Good! However, we will have to wait just a bit longer. We still need to plan how to deal with-“

Suddenly the front door of Anon’s business swung open and a purple pony burst inside with a corked vial in her magic. With a proud, wide grin on her face she trotted inside.

“Eureka! I found the cure!” She held the bottle aloft in her magic and stared at Anon and Blossomforth on the couch, obviously expecting some sort of exclamation of congratulations. Anon and Blossom stared back, it seemed they were in the middle of something intimate with their faces red and embarrassed. Twilight’s eyebrows rose and her mouth formed an ‘o’ of surprise. Her sensitive muzzle detected the scent of familiar pheromones and she suddenly grinned once again. “Hello, Blossomforth!” Twilight’s face lit up, Anon recognized the familiar expression, a pathetic attempt of a joke would usually follow. “Ah yes! I believe the appropriate human expression for this situation is ‘giggity’ as Anon is so fond of expressing at the most inappropriate of times!”

Anon chose this moment to finish the sentence that had been so rudely interrupted by Twilight’s sudden entrance. He facepalmed briefly and sighed at his oblivious purple virgin friend.

“Hi, Twilight.”

A big thank you to me pre-readers/editors EverfreeSparkle and KingCornRobot.

I hope you all enjoy!