BlossomThing
Chapter 32: Chapter 27: Unexpected Conflict
Previous Chapter Next ChapterTwilight Sparkle stood in the doorway giggling gleefully as she hid her grin behind a fetlock.
“Aww~! You two look so cute together! Isn’t it amazing what the yearly heat can bring out in ponies? I almost feel guilty for bringing this ‘cure’ along. Perhaps you two don’t even need it!”
Blossomforth looked at Twilight irritably. Her lips twitched slightly in her annoyance. Why did Twilight have to interrupt them now! She was just about to convince her human to have sex with her! Blossom’s cheeks tinged the slightest bit pink, the heat was still affecting her slightly. It would have been so fun! She was having such an intimate and loving experience with her Anon and Twilight just had to go and interrupt it! It just wasn’t fair!
In that moment, Blossomforth felt a strange, unsettling cold presence enter her hivemind like a cold tendril of intrusion. It felt almost like a brain freeze. Wait, this sensation was familiar, she felt it the last time that alien had communicated with her. The feeling of intrusion stemmed into a feeling of worry. What was happening? Why did it feel so wrong?
“Yeah, yeah, Sparkle. Laugh it up. You know, we were actually having a moment together before you barged in!” said Anon. Blossom felt Anon put an arm around her shoulder. It was comforting.
Anon and Twilight continued their playful banter but Blossomforth was distracted. She stared blankly at the annoying purple alicorn, not really paying attention, barely able to register the words coming out of her moving lips. Bloss was in her own world. Time seemed to move slower. In somewhat of a trance, Blossomforth mentally examined the strange anomaly in her mind that felt almost like an itching sensation inside her skull which housed the central part her advanced fluid-like biological neurology in the place a normal brain would be. Her brow creased almost imperceptibly as she gathered her focus. Worry pierced her hivemind, there was too much going on at the same time. She was in dire need to split her concentration. Her agitation drove her instinctual adaptive abilities to come to her aid. In response, her biological neural architecture began to mutate, utilizing the valuable organic designs stored within the matrix to expand and strengthen her neural system. Biomass shifted within her skull. New advanced neurology rapidly organized itself from unallocated and unprogrammed neural material. Parts of her neurology began to copy and organize themselves allowing her to split her concentration. The feeling of growing new neurology in her now rapidly mutating nervous system was uncanny. Blossomforth gained the ability to focus on two things at once almost like a dual core processor. Blossomforth instinctively split her thoughts between the two parts. As her hivemind’s capabilities and neural network grew, Twilight’s words began to register.
“-So yeah, anyways, I was wondering if I could get a tiny blood sample from Blossom here. She may have some very special and rare biological traits that I would love to study if possible.” Twilight’s large purple eyes shifted to look at Blossomforth. “I believe you may be expressing a very rare and very potent gene, Blossomforth. What do you say? Mind if I take a sample?”
A rush of adrenaline shivered down Blossomforth’s veins as she rapidly assessed her situation. She had forgotten that Twilight wanted to take a sample of her DNA. This was dangerous. Her advanced neurology began working in overdrive. Strangely, her evolving mind became so efficient under stress that she perceived the world in slow motion. Her neurology was working ten times faster than normal which made it seem like everything else except her own thoughts was moving ten times slower. Thankfully she had made sure to modify the enzymes in her sweat glands that produced her pheromones to excrete her normal pony musk instead of the modified version that was much more potent. The aphrodisiac musk Twilight was looking for would not be emanating from her. Thus, Twilight would have no reason to need a blood sample. Blossomforth was fairly sure that she could make her blood sample quite convincingly equine. She may even be able to go so far as to telepathically command her infection enzymes hidden inside the cells of the sample to self destruct and dissolve themselves into proteins hopefully leaving no trace of her alien nature, but who knew what could go wrong? If anything, Twilight was known to be an extremely clever scientist. Blossomforth did not want to take that risk.
Blossom shifted on Anon’s lap and for the briefest moment glanced to Anon with meaning. She would take care of this. She quickly looked at Twilight. “Um, do you really need a blood sample? What makes you think that I’m the cause of this anyway?” Blossomforth smugly hid a smirk. There was no way that Twilight would be able to directly link the super aphrodisiac pheromone to her anymore.
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Simultaneously, the newly grown and partitioned part of Blossomforth’s hivemind was examining the anomaly that she sensed. Worry wretchedly invaded her mind partition. She felt the presence of something interfacing with her hivemind. Hey, alien-program-thingy? You in there? What’s up? There was no answer. She dug deeper. What was that thing doing? The inner workings of Blossom’s own hivemind were somewhat of a mystery to her. Most of what she did was done by instinct. Instinct would have to serve her again as she began to investigate the alien remnant's presence. Blossomforth focused her mind partition, blocking out whatever was happening outside with Twilight, Anon, and her other mind partition. It was no longer her concern.
Blossomforth’s mind partition began to calm herself and clear her thoughts with her usual meditative exercise. She knew there had to be something out of place. She didn’t know how or why but something felt wrong. She had been violated somehow, she needed to find out what happened. As she cleared her mind, there were a few items in her mind that stuck in the forefront: the designs to give her muscle and biomass the ability to perform its grotesque viscous mobility, and the designs for the countless advanced organelles with included bio infrastructure that allowed her to infect and assimilate living organic material.
These designs stuck prominently in her mind. They existed as a sort of executable organic control-logic hardware, a neural organ within her hivemind’s neural architecture, for her hivemind to rapidly utilize at any time and execute on her own body’s cells via the hivemind network to rapidly mutate herself into her desired form. Countless other designs existed in the Matrix but they were not ready to be executed. They were in a compressed form and had to be first found, copied, and unpacked into their executable organic hardware format to be rapidly used.
Her neural hardware acted in some ways like a computer. When executed and used, the cellular bonds that kept the design together as a useable neural hardware module strengthened. But if enough time passed the organic hardware would naturally degrade, the bonds would slowly weaken and fade until it finally dissolved into unprogrammed neural matter. This happens on purpose to allow neural matter to be reused for some other purpose, like partitioning Blossomforth’s mind for example. If Blossomforth wanted to reuse a design that had degraded she would have to go back and find it in her matrix where the information was stored and compressed to rebuild the neural organ for rapid use. The delay to access the matrix’s information was short, no more than a few seconds, but it was not instantaneous like it would be if the design organ had not degraded. Blossomforth knew this. Not explicitly but instinctually. She didn’t know exactly why or how but she knew that the more she used a design on herself the more easily it would stick in her mind, perhaps she could meditate and explore the matrix later to find out exactly how it worked, but now was not the time.
Of the two designs that were at the forefront of her mind, the design for her viscosity motor controls made sense, she had just performed a transformation twenty minutes ago. But the assimilation mechanisms? She hadn’t used those in at least a day and a half. Why would they be hanging in the forefront of her mind as if she had just used them? Unless… A sinking feeling pierced through her hivemind partition. Was that thing, the alien presence in her hivemind doing something? This was a disturbing thought but important enough to escape the partition and enter Blossomforth’s collective hivemind. The thought and fear flowed through the hivemind like a poison. The alien program may be doing something!
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Blossomforth looked like she was hesitating. Twilight noticed a glance shared between her and Anon. Curious, did Bloss and Anon have something to hide? No, they were probably just nervous to be seen together, they were a new couple after all. Oh! They were so cute! Twilight felt happy that Anon had found love in this strange new world.
“Uhm, do you really need a blood sample? What makes you think that I’m the cause of this anyway?”
Twilight furrowed her brow. “Well, I’m not sure if Anon told you yet but I have been investigating the mysterious pheromone and it seems to be emanating from Anon’s house. Anon is obviously not equine so I assumed that it must be you. Hmm, I suppose as a scientist it is never good to assume but I didn’t really see many other possibilities. I am really curious to isolate the source of this pheromone. It could give some serious insight into the science of genetics! I suppose I should run my spell again to be sure. No use jumping to conclusions. Mind if I scan the place, Anon?”
Anon’s eyes strangely drifted in Blossomforth’s direction. Blossomforth answered for him. “Yes, that should be fine although I have never noticed anything strange about myself. I’m just a normal pony, heh.”
Blossomforth looked nervous, Twilight observed with pity. She was probably just afraid of needles. Twilight knew the fear, she was afraid of them herself.
“Don’t worry, Blossom. I can magically extract the tiny bit of blood I need. Very clean, and painless. No needles required!” She smiled. “Well, let me show you what I am talking about. I whipped up a new spell to highlight the pheromone I am looking for. There is a large amount drifting in the air inside here. Luckily I took some of the potion I made so I am not being affected by it. So, when I startup my scanning spell...” Her horn shimmered with a light purple glow and the air also began to sparkle. “The pheromone is highlighted in the air and the origin is easily…”
Twilight looked from the light purple glow in the air to Blossomforth and back. She shifted her eyes back to Blossomforth again. Twilight’s eyebrows rose in a mildly surprised and bemused expression. “Huh.” Blossomforth looked increasingly nervous and strangely she looked like there was something pressing on her mind.
Twilight stared at Blossomforth for a few seconds. “Well, it seems that you are not the source of this pheromone.” Bloss looked relieved but then her eyes widened dramatically. Twilight was too concentrated on her scanning spell to notice Blossomforth’s startled reaction. “Wait a minute…” Twilight mumbled to herself. The concentration of pheromone became more dense near the hallway. “Mind if I use the little filly’s room real quick?”
“Yeah, sure. Go ahead. First door on the left.” Anon looked a bit distracted, glancing at Blossomforth. Lovebirds will be lovebirds. Twilight suppressed a giggle as she followed the trail of the pheromone. Twilight felt a little bad about lying that she was going to the restroom but her curiosity to find the source of the pheromone got the better of her. Bloss and Anon looked like they wanted to be alone together anyways. Twilight just needed to get out of the way as soon as she pinpointed the chemical’s origin and extracted all the juicy scientific discoveries out of it.
Twilight walked into the hallway and made a right into the massage room where the magically glowing pheromone originated from.
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Anon noticed that Blossomforth was getting increasingly nervous for some reason. Blossom was squirming on his lap and shooting him nervous glances every so often. Anon started to get a little nervous when Twilight asked to use her detection spell again but Anon felt Blossom knead her forehooves into his thighs telling him not to speak.
“Yes, that should be fine although I have never noticed anything strange about myself. I’m just a normal pony, heh.”
Anon almost laughed out loud at that. If only Twilight knew, she could be a powerful and science savvy friend to help him support Blossomforth in her struggle.
Twilight smiled and explained that Blossom shouldn’t be nervous. Well, in Anon’s opinion monsters should be scared of Twilight. Anon frowned slightly. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen. Then Twilight said that the pheromone wasn’t coming from Blossom. Phew! Looks like Bloss was able to take care of that one. Suddenly, Bloss began breathing more quickly and the nervous squirming intensified. What was going on? He needed to talk to her in private.
Conveniently, the opportunity presented itself. “Mind if I use the little filly’s room real quick?” said Twilight.
Anon was only too happy to show her out of the living room. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead. First door on the left.”
As soon as Twilight left, Anon picked up Blossom by her forelegs’ pits to turn her around on his lap to face him.
Blossomforth looked worried about something. That was not good. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth was slightly open as if she didn’t know exactly what to say.
“What’s wrong Blossom? Twilight doesn’t seem to know you are the source. Good job with your quick thinking of controlling your musk by the way. What has you so nervous?”
Bloss liked her lips quickly, calculating what to say. She looked up at him with wide blue eyes. “That’s not it, Anon. I-I’m not sure how I know this but I think that the other entity in my hivemind, the alien program, may be trying to do something. I can’t explain it, it’s a feeling, Anon. It’s weak but it was still there in my dreams, telling me to do terrible things, assimilate the world. It was in my dreams, I believe. It's hard to remember. These strange instincts, I believe that's how they would program their seeds when they sent them to new planets to harvest them. It wanted me to do things their way giving me a whole argument about why, ‘guiding’ it was called, guiding civilization into a more technologically advanced state is the only way to save the world’s future. I’m sure you can guess what ‘guiding’ means. It’s grotesque! It’s wrong! I’ll never do it!”
Blossom suddenly wrapped her hooves around his torso and laid her head on his chest. Anon wrapped his arms around Blossomforth, hugging her tightly and pet her mane softly. Anon felt a thrill of fear. This was bad. Blossomforth needed complete control over her biomass. A rogue entity inside her hivemind was something that disturbed him. What disturbed him more was how Blossomforth was reacting to her discovery. She hadn’t explicitly explained what had changed in her mind besides what she felt but he trusted her instincts. Anon forced himself to calmly analyze his situation. He released the hug and put his hands on Blossomforth’s shoulders. He looked down at her in the eyes.
“Alright, Blossom. Calm down. We need to think through this logically. You said that the alien that landed here would have died without your mind. I don’t pretend to know how any of this works but I would guess that this alien can’t function without your mind. Also it probably cannot do much or it would have done so already. Logically you probably have an advantage over it. It may be time for you to do some medit-”
Suddenly, Blossomforth’s eyes dramatically widened. For a split second, she stared right through Anon with an open mouth. She began breathing faster and a look of horror crossed her face.
“Oh NO! Twilight, Lyra! No-no-NO! WhatdoIdo-whatdo-”
A shrill scream pierced the hallway. Blossom began breathing deeper and quicker.
“What’s happening, Bloss!” Anon exclaimed.
“Twilight found Lyra! I-I have to go!”
Suddenly, Blossomforth’s hind legs mutated. Raw red muscle broke through the skin of her hind legs. Her legs began lengthening, the bone grew and stretched to become longer and thinner. Her hooves deformed on her hind legs and bony claws dripping with a powerful paralysis drug tore out of her skin to grip Anon’s legs tightly. Tiny needle like tips of the claw pierced Anon’s pants and skin, injecting him with her powerful but harmless neurotoxin cocktail. Her epidermis and fur on her hind legs ripped apart as her muscles bulged.
Tears of sorrow glistened in Blossomforth’s eyes she looked away. “I’m so sorry, Anon. I have to do this. There is no time!”
“Wait! What do you mea-”
With her now much longer and stronger hind legs, Blossomforth’s new legs flexed explosively, catapulting Blossomforth’s body backwards away from Anon and towards the massage room in a graceful backflip, her spine curling in a lithe arch. In mid air, Blossomforth’s upper torso twisted 180 degrees counter to her lower torso. The skin in her mid barrel stretched and ripped apart in some places as her muscles mutated to twist her barrel. Everything behind her wing joints stayed upside down. Her inverted hind legs twisted with a disgusting sliming sound and her joints mutated, making wet pops until her hind legs grotesquely reached downwards ready to propel her body once again.
“Wait!” Anon tried to stand up but his legs were sluggish. He couldn’t move them. Oh, no! Blossomforth had drugged him!
“Stahh-” Anon lost control of his vocal cords. The neurotoxin quickly paralyzed him.
Blossomforth landed gracefully on her front hooves and her hind legs reached ahead of her forehooves to grab the carpet with her prehensile claws, pulling herself forward and explosively catapulted herself across the room like a projectile to bolt all the way to the entrance of the massage room.
Anon weakly reached his arm out to Blossomforth but it was too heavy and went limp, dangling at his side. Blossom looked back at him with sorrowful eyes. His vision blurred as he slumped sideways falling over on the couch. A blurry white and red splotch turned white and entered the massage room. Anon fell unconscious.
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Blossomforth looked back to Anon. He was reaching out to her but his arm went limp and he slumped unconscious on the couch. A tear escaped her eye. A hair thin tendril of flesh slithered out of her tear duct and absorbed the tear back into her eye. Blossomforth’s predatory instincts inherited from the Ancestors began to kick in. Now was no time for emotion. There was an existential threat in the next room and it must be dealt with!
Blossomforth faced the door and began to gallop towards it in slow motion. Her hivemind’s efficiency worked in overdrive and made the world appear in slow motion. She felt her legs and plot mutate as they shifted back into her normal pony form. She felt her skin grow, blood vessels reform, and bone mutate in slow motion. One of the eyeballs sticking to the side of Lyra’s grotesque assimilated biomass observed Twilight. Blossomforth telepathically saw her, Twilight looked horrified.
Lyra’s biomass was floating in a shimmering magical glow, immobile. Blossom had experimentally probed the telekinesis from Lyra’s body. Twilight was very strong. To avoid herself being caught in Twilight’s magic would require impeccable acting. A scary thought struck her as she began entering the room. If she were immobilized as well she would be left with few options. As a failsafe in case she was caught, Blossomforth quickly began to eject her large intestine from her anus. It turned inside out as it was forced outside. Her small intestine and stomach were also ejected and inverted followed by part of her esophagus. The organs detached from her anus and fell to the floor with a dull splat along with her digestive fluids. They began to wriggle and mutate, fusing together, absorbing the digestive fluids, and slithering up the wall to slip into a vent. This way if Twilight somehow managed to capture her and do scientific experiments on her, she would still have some free biomass elsewhere. The cavity in her barrel was held open by muscle. Twilight could also teleport. Blossomforth needed to infect her quickly before she escaped!
Blossomforth’s mind was a smooth, calm killing machine as she entered the room where Twilight had found Lyra’s glob of flesh. Fuck! Blossom then realized that she had forgotten to stop Lyra’s biomass from producing the aphrodisiac musk! That’s how Twilight found Lyra! Blossomforth arranged her face into a concerned expression. The ancestor’s adaptations for concealment made controlling her facial expression easy.
“What’s wrong, Twi- Wait! What the hell is that thing!” Blossomforth narrowed her eyes with a disgusted expression at Lyra’s mutated body.
Twilight glanced at Blossomforth but quickly looked back at Lyra’s mutated biomass. “I think we may have solved the mystery of the pheromone’s origin. But what in the world was this… thing doing on Anon’s massage table?”
Blossom viewed the scene in slow motion. Twilight was ten feet away. Usually this was close enough for an assimilation but Twilight was too dangerous and required special care. Blossomforth felt her internal organs deform as the biomass was repurposed into wormlike tendrils. Blossomforth knew that she would only have one shot at assimilating Twilight because Twilight could immobilize her at the first sign of suspicion and teleport away.
“Stay behind me Blossom, I saw this thing move. I have it in my magic but I don’t want to take any chances. Where is Anon? Has he seen this?”
Excellent, right where Blossom wanted to be. Out of Twilight’s line of sight. Blossomforth needed to infect the bloodstream. Once that happened, the chances of Twilight escaping the assimilation would be very slim.
“Anon went to the garage to get something. I heard you so I came running! What could that thing be? It looks so gross!”
Blossomforth now stood next to Twilight but slightly behind. Blossomforth felt her tentacles of flesh slithering within her barrel. They aligned themselves, ready to burst out of her flesh and bury themselves deep into Twilight’s barrel. She was ready. She needed to make it quick and irreversible.
“I don’t know, Blossom, but it has some features that usually belong to a pony. Now that I think about it, that green fur. It kind of looks like Lyr-”
Ten wormlike tentacles burst from Blossomforth’s barrel, tearing through her skin with razor sharp bony spears. They buried themselves deep into Twilight’s soft belly like arrows. As they buried themselves into Twilight’s flesh, they quickly excreted a bloodlike infectious liquid full of Blossomforth’s infectious cells and a powerful numbing agent into the bloodstream. The tentacles continued to wriggle inside of Twilight, quickly wiggling themselves between Twilight’s organs and sprouting tendrils that fused to every organ they touched infecting everything in its path. Anchored inside of Twilight’s flesh, the tentacles pulled their bodies together and Blossom’s body quickly began to deform as all manner of tendrils latched and fused to Twilight’s furry skin, pumping more biomass into Twilight’s flesh. Countless tiny worms injected themselves into Twilight. Blossomforth’s body began to fuse to Twilight’s Blossomforth’s main body began to shrink and shrivel as most of it was being inserted into Twilight’s flesh.
Simultaneously, the muscle in Blossomforth’s neck stretched and flexed causing Blossomforth’s head to lunge towards Twilight’s face, the vertebrae in her neck popping as they separated from each other. Half of Blossomforth’s face began to turn a raw red color and deformed to fuse to Twilight’s face. The flesh where their faces touched became continuous. Twilight’s lips fused together with Blossomforth’s as the flesh in their cheeks mutated and retracted. Their mouths joined and saliva mixed. Blossomforth’s tongue slithered into Twilight’s side and curled around Twilight’s tongue. Blossomforth’s tentacle tongue continued to slither down Twilight’s throat.
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Twilight was in a state of shock. Her moment of shock and disbelief doomed her. The numbing agent that Blossomforth’s tentacles utilized made sure that Twilight did not feel much pain. Blossomforth’s face fused to hers, keeping Twilight from really seeing what was going on. Twilight was blind and numb to her assimilation. Blossomforth’s biomass worked quickly and in just a few seconds had inserted most of her biomass into Twilight.
As Twilight felt a wormlike tongue enter her mouth through the hole where her cheek used to be she released a bloodcurdling scream. Twilight snapped out of her shock. Noises of horror wailed out of Twilight’s mouth and Twilight activated her magic. Lyra’s body had splattered to the floor because of Twilight’s initial shock interrupting her magic. But now the magic came back in a vengeful force. Blossomforth’s head and what was left of her withered body was surrounded in a pink magical glow and was violently torn from Twilight’s body. Twilight screamed as half of her face was torn from her skull and Blossomforth’s body was torn from her own barrel like a scab, exposing her bloody flesh to the open air. Countless wormlike tentacles and tendrils could be seen curling and swimming around in the exposed muscles and flesh in Twilight’s barrel. The side of Twilight’s face was still attached to Blossomforth’s fusing flesh. Twilight almost looked like the villain Two Face from the Batmare movie. Twilight only felt numb, the assimilation was designed to be painless. Twilight telekinetically held Blossomforth in front of her.
Blossomforth’s main body was in tatters. Half of twilight’s face, bloody and purple was still fused, dangling on the side of Blossomforth’s face. Her neck was stretched with exposed red muscle. Blossomforth’s body was torn in half, only one foreleg dangled to the side and Blossomforth’s exposed lumbar spine could be seen down to the tailbone, muscle and blood exposed, dripping. Blossomforth’s lower torso was completely gone. Blossomforth’s torso had a multitude of mutated tendrils still dangling as they were extracted and pulled away from Twilight’s flesh. Blossomforth’s still beating heart could be seen pulsating as well as Blossomforth’s trachea and dangling esophagus. Sharp broken and exposed ribs could be seen. Blossomforth’s tentacle tongue lolled almost two feet out of her mouth.
Twilight collapsed onto her knees, too weak to stand but still in full control of her magic. Tears streamed out of her eyes. The worms began to swim up her neck, wiggling just beneath her skin and swimming between her organs. Twilight’s torso was mutated, bloated and mostly paralyzed. Worms could be seen underneath every inch of the skin in her torso, wriggling, swimming, and sliding. Twilight’s body began to repair itself as it became fully assimilated. Tentacles extruded and writhed themselves out from the open wounds in Twilight’s barrel and face, absorbing spilled blood as Twilight’s flesh knitted itself back together.
Tears flowed down Twilight’s eyes as the worms began to slither underneath the skin of her face. “What have you done to me, you monster! I’m dead! You have killed me! What are you? At least tell me that before I die!”
Twilight’s flesh attached to Blossomforth’s face mutated and closed the hole in her face. Blossomforth’s smooth fur on her face was whole again, her face looked pristine. Blossomforth’s tentacle tongue retracted slowly and the biomass mutated into an organ. The tongue’s supplied biomass was used to grow a pulsating pump attached to the dangling trachea that supplied air pressure for her voicebox to work. Blossomforth’s mouth opened and she spoke.
“I regret doing this, Twilight, but it had to be done. I couldn’t risk you spreading information about my existence.” Blossomforth’s floating head looked ashamed and sorrowful.
Blossomforth looked at Twilight. Twilight looked frightened and scared. Blossomforth’s eyes softened, tears began leaking from her eyes. “I’m so sorry for doing this, Twilight! It is true, I am a monster! But the truth, the truth is that I’m scared, Twilight. I’m scared of myself, I’m scared of you and what ponies like you could do to me. I’m scared of what something like me could do to the wor-”
Twilight began crying and wailed out with a sob. “W-why are you killing me? W-will you please stop? I have friends that will miss me! I’m scared of dying! I’m scared of you! Stop! Please!”
Blossomforth’s eyes widened with a desperate plea of compassion. “I’m not killing you, Twilight! I’m just assimilating you! I know you don’t have a choice in this but please trust me! I don’t want to hurt you but I have to do this. The truth is that I need your help and we may very well need each other soon to save Equestira! I give you my word that I will not hurt you even if you don’t understand how right now. I only hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me later.”
Twilight’s magic began to weaken. The worms had reached her brain. Twilight whispered, she was getting weaker. “I’m scared, Blossom. I’m scared of losing myself.” Twilight looked up at Blossomforth. “Is this the end for me?”
The assimilation reached the part of Twilight’s brain that controlled her magic. The tentacles on Blossomforth’s mauled torso fused together to reform her shoulders and her missing foreleg. Blossomforth now looked like a wraith with her spine and broken ribs dangling below her shoulders. Blossomforth seized control of Twilight’s magic via her brain and floated herself down to Twilight’s head. She hugged the larger alicorn around the neck, cradling her head in her forelegs.
Blossomforth closed her eyes tightly, tears squeezing out of them as she embraced Twilight and nuzzled their cheeks together, this time without the fusing assimilation. Blossom whispered softly into Twilight’s ear. “I promise, I will not let you lose yourself. Now sleep, Twilight. I will wake you when I’m ready for you.”
Twilight Sparkle, alicorn, scientist, and librarian was assimilated by Blossomforth.