BlossomThing
Chapter 33: Chapter 28: Invasion
Previous Chapter Next ChapterThing was angry with herself but at the same time she was exhilarated with anticipation just thinking about what she was about to do. She was itching to take action. Thing had been a bit too hasty when she telepathically read Blossom’s mind. It seemed that her intrusion caused Blossomforth to suspect something but Bloss seemed to be powerless to investigate further with her inexperience at navigating the hivemind. The equivalent of a mental sigh passed through Thing’s mind. Did it really matter if Blossom suspected something? She was so passive that she probably wouldn't do anything anyway.
Thing idly sprouted a tendril from her biomass and reached it down from the ceiling to pet Roseluck’s newly grown body. A thick column of flesh attached to the ceiling was fused Roseluck’s barrel, the veiny, fleshy structure pulsated and twitched as liquified gore pumped itself inside, mutating into internal organs. Thing moved her eye tendrils in front of Roseluck’s face and stared deeply into Roseluck’s intricate green irises, viewing the tiny fibres that gave the eye the vibrant green color. Her eyes were dead, Roseluck’s brain was still under the effects of stasis.
What was she even doing anyway? Tiphoofing around Blossomforth, slowly and carefully infecting herself into ponies? No, she needed a better plan. At this rate, Blossomforth was sure to confront her once she gained more hivemind skills. Thing needed to be ready, fear began to take hold. If she was not ready, Blossom had a real chance of stopping her before she could enact her devious plan.
Thing began to think, forming her plan in her mind. She needed to be sure that she could assimilate ponies fast enough that she could not be stopped. She would be nowhere as efficient as Blossom could be if Blossom were to fully utilize the potential of the information contained in the Matrix but it would be enough for her current purposes. Thing needed to test herself. If she was to be successful she needed to be certain that what she had was enough.
Thing traced her tendril across the soft reddish fur of her newly grown pony. It was time to check on how the Everfree infection was doing. Thing concentrated and telepathically pinged all of her biomass with a broadcast using her hivemind’s main broadcast frequency. The rush of information filled her mind. She was able to feel her biomass in her hivemind scattered across the everfree. Excellent, the assimilation was going nicely but the information was overwhelming, she could not keep track of everything her biomass was automatically assimilating. Her tendrils began to curl around themselves and slimy excretion glistened on her flesh’s elastic skin like an oily sweat. The amorphous muscles trembled as she took in the feeling of all the biomass she had infected, free for her to mold, mutate and exploit. The sensation was erotic and pleasurable, her entire goreish mutation of a body throbbed as if it were a veiny pulsating penis, with warmth radiating from her body. The column of flesh fused to Roseluck also throbbed, causing Roseluck’s blood pressure to rise along with her body temperature and hormone function. Roseluck’s expressionless face became tinged slightly red.
It seemed that Rose’s body was becoming sexually heated. It made sense, it was the estrous season after all and for now Rose’s body was nothing but an extension of her own. Thing telepathically hijacked part of Rose’s nervous system and raised her tail, dock erecting itself upwards to reveal a slick vagina and a protruding clitoris.
The vague shape of a face emerged from the shifting biomass on the ceiling, gore shifting together into a lump under the elastic epidermis. The the light brownish epidermis turned a more pink color, mutating into the pinkish color and texture of bare pony skin as it stretched over the lump of flesh and slowly resolved itself into the shape of a muzzle. The skin continued to stretch as the head emerged from the previously flat biomass and bone structure poked the skin in various places like the chin, cheekbones, and around the eye sockets. A faint creaking sound could be heard as the bone warped into a pony skull. The skin sunk, stretching into a concave shape to form the empty eye sockets. Tiny pores on the surface of the skin began to form themselves on the featureless elastic epidermis and fur began to grow out of them. The skin split at the mouth, curling inward to form fleshy lips, revealing sharp predatory teeth, strange to be seen on the skull of a generally herbivore pony. The mouth grinned as it was still forming into a normal looking pony face and a tongue began to stretch out of the mouth like a snake. The head extruded itself as more of the biomass stuck to the ceiling pooled above the forming skull into a long dangling neck containing a complete pony spine, supporting and extending itself outward. As the brownish-tan fur and light orange mane grew, eyeballs sprouted to fill the empty sockets.
Amber’s now fully formed face hovered in front of Roseluck’s slick vagina, mutated neck stretching from the ceiling and licked the vaginal fluid that had leaked onto the fleshy clit. Amber shuddered as she performed autocullingus, feeling the fatty plot, soft vulvar, and labial lips with her tongue pressing deep into the soft muscle and fat deep inside Rose’s ass. She also felt the slippery tongue from Rose’s body, the feeling was very intimate. As she brought her face closer to her plot she could feel and smell her own warmth and arousal, a damp smell of Rose’s unique musk. Rose’s grown body was still fully under her control and the sexual arousal caused a few fleshy vulvar winks. Thing felt the anticipation coming from Rose’s loins. She slithered her tongue out further and curled it firmly around the protruding clit and slipped it into the sensitive vaginal canal, wriggling it as she mentally explored the new DNA designs she had assimilated one by one. Amber’s face became red as she curled and licked her tongue against the fleshy walls of the vagina, intimately feeling the tongue and the fleshy vagina as she also mentally pleasured herself by exploring never before assimilated DNA. The more amorphous, unshaped, and mutated parts of her body began to pulsate with excitement with veiny protrusions scattered across the flesh’s surface. Thing clenched Rose’s pelvic muscles around her own tentacle tongue as she mentally examined a bear’s DNA. She clenched again, this time a goose, long neck, light bones, able to float on water. So much stimulation from so many sources. It took her no time at all to orgasm. The vagina began clenching uncontrollably and Amber tilted her head sideways to kiss the vagina burrowing her face inside Rose’s soft buttocks and her tongue deep inside Rose’s vagina, slurping the vaginal secretions as they leaked out.
Finally, Amber let go of the kiss, a mix of saliva and viginal secretions trailed from the vagina to the lips of her mouth as her long tongue retracted, tickling the vaginal walls. Amber simply hung there for a minute panting and watching the clit’s winking slowly subside, ripe vaginal secretions glistening within the folds of the sexual organ. She felt she had earned that after her success at assimilating such a large swath of Everfree. There was so much DNA she had access to but she could not index it all without the ability to split and grow her mind to properly encompass her rapidly spreading and multiplying biomass. Well, the silver lining of her inability to exponentially expand her hivemind to process and store new DNA was that she could experience the orgasmic pleasure of finding new DNA again and again whenever she wanted to, there was a huge abundance.
Thing gave Rose’s clit and labia one last, long lick in order to clean up the remains of the vaginal secretions, leaving a clean marehood behind. Thing’s amorphous body shivered with pleasure, then she curled, arched, and twisted Amber’s long, hanging neck, cracking the vertebrae of the spine inside. It was the equivalent of a knuckle cracking. It was time to get to work.
Thing unfused her fleshy pump from Roseluck’s barrel as she took control of Rose’s body and began to walk her up the stairs to be put to bed. Rose would not remember the assimilation, perhaps scraps of the memory would remain as if a half remembered dream but it was insignificant. Thing carefully activated Rose’s central nervous system and felt her consciousness fill the brain with synapses rapidly firing once more in a sleep state.
Thing left Rose to wake up on her own and her mind shifted back to her biomass downstairs. The neck supporting Amber’s suspended head began to sprout fur and look more ponylike. The biomass stuck to the ceiling began slithering within the neck and forelegs began to sprout out of the lower part of the neck as more fur began to carpet the elastic skin. More biomass extruded and lowered itself from the ceiling and amber’s torso began to take shape, growing out of the absurdly long neck and around the long spine. Amber’s forehooves gracefully touched down on the carpet without a sound and her barrel was not far above where her hind legs sprouted downwards as well to softly land on the floor. Her tail stretched upwards in a mutated fashion but finally detached itself from the ceiling and morphed itself into a normal looking dock complete with tail hairs rapidly growing out to hide her coagulating genitals.
Amber turned her neck to look back at her increasingly familiar body and gave herself a grin full of sharp predatory canines. Amber exited Rose’s house and closed the door behind her. She took flight with her recently grown wings and flew directly towards the everfree. Once there she landed in the forest’s canopy, her body quickly dissolved, her skin splitting apart and internal organs still pulsating as they spilled forth, mutating and dissolving into her goreish sludge with its familiar elastic epidermis growing on the surface. Out of the biomass, her gore slowly molded and hardened itself into an exoskeleton, taking her familiar predatory spider form. She felt quite at home high in the tree tops, able to silently skitter her way between the trees. But she too let go of her spider body and programed a simple instinctual hunting process into its brain, unleashing it upon the poor helpless prey of the everfree.
Thing expanded her hivemind as best she could, trying to take in all the biomass she was connected to. Her infection had quickly spread deep into the Everfree like a zombie invasion. Almost all of the animals in a large swath of land had been assimilated and forced to forget their assimilation as they went about their normal business. Every animal that was infected was forced to find two more to infect before it could return to normal. Even the insects like the ants were infected. No living being except the plants were safe from her assimilation. The infection had spread through the insects particularly quickly and a prick from a mosquito into the bloodstream of an animal was enough to start a slow and insidious assimilation. Every nook and cranny was populated by these insects and terrified animals hiding from the violent rampage of assimilations were assimilated in their burrows. Once the assimilation had taken over all of the life forms, the Everfree once again became calm, the animals and insects forced to forget and return to their normal state.
Hundreds of millions of organisms, as large as hydras and as tiny as mites were infected, claimed as her biomass. Thing could not hope to count or finely control such a horde yet there they were with her advanced enzymes lurking within their cells. This was a new experience for Thing but she leaned on the instincts provided by the Ancestors. She tapped into the minds of animals and hunters providing spatial intelligence of the everfree, tiny tumors grew inside the brains of these animals and processed the relevant information, telepathically passing it on to Thing’s mind. Information about the lay of the land filtered into her mind. Thing needed to find a good laboratory. Somewhere not too large and relatively controllable where she could experiment on ponies.
It seemed that the birds were some of the best sources, especially the eagles and hawks that would travel long distances to find their prey. Many of them had traveled to pony cities and towns. Fillydelphia was way too large and uncontrollable, Cloudsdale was too open with too many avenues of escape. Ponyville would have been relatively ideal, surrounded on many sides by the everfree but Blossomforth resided in the town. She needed a small controllable target. Ah yes, she found what she was looking for. Seaward Shoals, somewhat remote and small enough to easily control. It was a town connected to Ponyville by the railway system. It was very close to the everfree with escape blocked on one side by the ocean and as a bonus the Everfree bordered another side of the town. The town was small enough to work with without needing too much preparation, it was an ideal target.
Thing sensed some assimilated animals in the everfree near the town and promptly took over their brains forcing them to gather near the edge of the forest. They all gathered, a fox, rabbit, a weasel and a few birds stood in a line. Thing concentrated on their bodies, then she commanded her enzymes embedded in the animal’s cells to excrete a powerful chemical. All at once every cell in each of the animals excreted this chemical. The chemical worked quickly, dissolving the structural bonds between cells. Skin dissolved, revealing red, raw muscle and internal organs which followed suit melting and dissolving. Bone too fell apart and soon the animals were reduced to nothing more than a red puddle of dissolved gore. The familiar abomination’s elastic skin grew on the surface.
Once again, Thing reformed Amber’s face which emerged from the puddle. The biomass clumped together, draining into Amber’s emerging form complete with wet pops and grotesque moist slicking sounds. In this way, Amber’s body reformed itself 70 miles away from where it existed just minutes prior.
Thing stretched her new body, arching her back and stretching her legs, joints and vertebrae popped and she shivered with pleasure. The animal’s bodies had served their purpose, in the process she was able to absorb and explore their DNA. A very pleasurable experience. What was also pleasurable was the feeling of control. How she was able to traverse space so quickly just by willing biomass within her rapidly spreading infection to form into a new body for her to experience and control. It was utter freedom or at least it was more freedom than she had ever experienced before. She flexed her pelvic floor muscles twice and her clit protruded with a fleshy wink each time. She shivered once more, she was still feeling a bit horny due to all of the DNA she was absorbing combined with the estrous season this body felt and the wonderful feeling of freedom that tickled her in more ways than one. It was no wonder her Ancestors programmed seeds like herself to not engage in sex and cut off their ability to even feel erotic pleasure. It could be so distracting and inefficient. The realization of her freedom, her ability to experience what few seeds had ever experienced before tickled her even more.
Amber took off from the forest floor and flew out of the forest. The sun was almost done setting on the ocean’s horizon with a bright orange color and twilight rapidly took over the town. She flew high above scouting the place. The town was quaint and small with scattered houses and businesses. The houses nearer to the shore were raised on stilts. It was rapidly starting to get darker out and she could still see a few ponies below but most seemed to be inside.
Thing had a strategy. This was to be an experiment to test her effectiveness in assimilating ponies quickly on a large scale. However, she needed a controlled test environment with as little risk as possible. She definitely did not want Blossomforth or the government made aware of her existence or what she was doing. In order to create a safe environment for her to experiment she would have to initiate the assimilation of the village slowly and methodically to ensure that her presence was not discovered. She would go herself, house to house assimilating ponies.
It might take a while but the town was small and she could handle it. Once she was relatively sure that all of the ponies were assimilated then she would begin phase two of her experiment. She would reprogram the minds and bodies of the animals in the nearby Everfree to rush into the town and hunt for ponies in somewhat of a blitzkrieg invasion complete with a huge flock of birds blocking pegasi escape from the sky. When the animals caught or touched a pony their minds were programmed to initiate a reaction and cause their flesh to deform and fuse to the pony and begin assimilation. She would not be controlling how the ponies reacted in order to generate realistic test data so she could better see how a pony population would react to her invading force. Because all of the ponies had been assimilated before if one managed to escape Thing would sense them and force them to return anyways. It was a perfect controlled environment.
Well, she might as well get started. Thing eyed a few houses, better to save more difficult targets for later at night. It was usually easiest to find a ventilation system as ponies needed oxygen to live. It was not completely dark yet so she decided to land on the ground disguised as a pony instead of landing on the roof and deforming her body in plain sight.
Amber touched down and walked down the street slowly, getting closer to the bay as she did. Ah yes, a house on stilts should work great! The small village did not have a robust lighting system so it got dark quickly with yellow glows coming from the windows of the houses. Amber stepped into the shadows and swiveled her head. No one in sight. She slipped under the house on stilts, very dark under here and heard muffled hoofsteps above her on the floorboard as well as some muffled conversation. Amber shifted her eyes, they morphed into owl’s eyes, her skull creaking and warping to house the much larger eyes.
The floorboards above her seemed to be well insulated with plaster sealing the cracks but she could see much more than she used to. She twisted her neck around 180 degrees like an owl as she scanned the bottom of the house. Ah yes! There it was, an imperfection in the insulation. Her owl eyes were able to see the very faint glow of light coming from the crack.
Amber placed her hooves on the floorboard and they began to deform, sticking to the surface, her bones dissolving and organs deforming into her default amorphous muscle. She pushed her skull against the boards and it too began deforming save for her eyes which popped out of her skull with a sucking pop sound suspended by the optic nerve which was soon coated with her amorphous muscle so she could still see and move her eyes. Soon her torso and hind legs were lifted from the ground as her body transformed into a more amorphous and flexible muscle substance. She flowed like a strange liquid across the bottom of the floorboards and forced a small sliver of her biomass through the crack in the floorboards. Once through the crack she formed a small eye to see what she was dealing with. She found herself in the corner of a kitchen staring across the floor. She swiveled her periscope of an eye. Above her there was a table with a pony sitting in a chair at the table. More biomass slithered through the crack and Thing formed a sound sensory organ below the eye on the stem to hear the ponies above. She could see the other pony sit down to eat.
The male pony began to talk. “Mmm! This is some great salmon honey! Too bad they only come around when the season is in.”
“I’m glad you like it Harold, I thought you would have gotten sick of fish being around them every day and all.”
Thing tuned out the conversation. More of her biomass slowly slimed though the crack, pooling on the kitchen floor below the ponies. She silently slithered below them in her amorphous form. Slowly she began to flow up the wall her biomass hiding behind the chair of the pony out of view from the other. She sprouted two tentacles out of the mass and reached out behind the stallion eating. She prepared herself, one of her tentacles shifted and wriggled, some internal structure mutating within. She was ready. With one tentacle, she poked it around the head of the stallion with an eyestalk to aim and squirted an ejaculation projectile across the table to the mare sitting across. The liquid biomass splattered and stuck to her muzzle as if it were glue. Simultaneously, she reached around the head of the stallion and fused her second tentacle to his lips.
Thing’s biomass fused into the mare’s mouth and sealed her lips together. The mare’s flesh seemed to have absorbed Thing’s biomass as it disappeared into her flesh. She didn’t have a mouth anymore and her cries were muffled as she watched Thing reveal herself behind her husband. Tentacles rapidly grew and reached out to the mare. She fell backwards out of her chair but the tentacles sprang forth and wrapped around her forelegs, keeping her from falling with her chair leaning backwards. Thing reached out with another tentacle stretching it across the room and switched off the lights.
Moonlight filtered through the windows. The mare and stallion could only watch in horror as their eyes adjusted to the darkness. The slimy, lubricated tentacles wrapped around their limbs, seeming to originate from under the table. Thing quickly fused her tentacles to their flesh. They began to struggle, thrashing against her tentacles especially the mare. In response Thing braced herself by shooting tentacles to the walls and ceiling and began to lift the ponies out of their chairs.
Soon their legs began transforming into Thing’s biomass, enlarging the tentacles they were fused to and creeping onto their torsos as the assimilation spread. The two ponies’ chests heaved and tears leaked from the mare’s eyes as they watched their own bodies dissolve before their very eyes. The stallion shivered in fear, sweating profusely.
They were such a cute couple but it was a shame to see them so scared. Wait, why did she even care? It seemed she had gained some semblance of empathy from Bloss. The eyes attached to their tendrils rolled to the side with annoyance, body language she had also inherited from Blossomforth. Perhaps she could give these ponies a parting gift. Also it would be interesting to see how they reacted, they wouldn’t remember this anyways so no harm done. Perhaps she could learn more about ponies as well, or maybe it was just an excuse to exercise her newfound freedom. This town was to be her laboratory, after all.
Thing held up a tentacle before her eye and it began to transform, it’s texture gradually changing until it was a very long, muscular, and flexible tongue. Salivary glands secreted saliva giving the tongue a slippery texture. The couple suspended in mid air were in very vulnerable positions. They no longer had any legs, only tentacles fused to their torsos. Thing brought them closer and wasted no time. She began to lick the stallion’s sheathed penis, gently tickling his testicles as he did, she continued by pushing her tongue into his soft inner shaft which was located in his groin and tickled his anus where his sheathed penis was hiding. Slowly his penis began to come out of hiding. She traced her tongue across his now exposed shaft and soon he was fully erect with veins protruding. The stallion looked down with wide horrified eyes as he was coaxed into arousal by the monster.
Satisfied, Thing moved the tentacle tongue to the mare’s parts and slipped her lubricated tongue into her folds feeling her unique form. Soon the mare too was winking from her vulva. Thing could smell the pheromones starting to waft from their privates and smirked internally. It seemed the estrous season had spread here as well. Thing brought their torsos together, their eyes widened with apprehensive fear and with just a hidden hint of anticipation. Suddenly, Thing froze and a realization broached her mind. Her newfound freedom was getting to her head; she was turning into a pervert. The two ponies hung suspended in front of her, the stallion’s penis pulsating gently and the mare’s clit flexing outwards as Thing considered her realization. Ah well, who cares anyways?
Thing brought the torsos together and inserted the stallion’s penis into his wife’s vagina. She started slow, inserting the penis in and out, and she heard the ponies’ breaths through their noses start to become deeper as they felt more pleasure. Both of the ponies’ mouths were sealed shut, a continuous skin where their mouths used to be. She began to speed up how quickly the penis was inserted, rhythmically humping their genitals together and the couple began breathing quicker and quicker though their noses. Thing was in complete control, creepily holding the helpless ponies fused to her tentacles and forcing them to have sex as if they were dolls. Thing watched how the ponies reacted, detachedly observing. The mare began her muffled moaning.
Thing licked her tentacle tongue around the stallion’s groin and balls as the non consensual sex continued and began to curl her tongue around his shaft as it entered. Thing felt the contours of the penis as well as the slippery vaginal walls of the mare. Their eyes widened as they realized that the monster had joined in as well. They both made eye contact with the watching suspended eye tendril but broke contact as they both began to feel supreme pleasure. The tip of Thing’s tongue split in half and tickled the spot under the tip of the stallion’s penis, the other half reached upwards trying to find the mare’s g-spot. The assimilation was still progressing as this was happening and Thing now had access to the Mare’s mind. Thing interfaced and noticed when she found the mare’s spot. Now every time she thrusted the couple together her tongue could apply pressure to the spot. The mare began moaning with a higher pitch behind her sealed lips. In no time at all the couple cummed at the same time, vaginal secretions and sperm mixed together, Thing stopped the rhythmic thrusting and simply pushed the pair together. The stallion orgasmed, his pelvic floor muscles clenching uncontrollably to pump sperm into his wife’s vagina. The mare’s pelvic floor muscles also clenched quickly causing her clit to wink and her muscles to massage her husband’s penis as well as Thing’s tongue.
Well, it was time to bring an end to this orgy. Best to assimilate the couple before they could recover from their orgasms. Quickly she began fusing the couple together. The mare’s vagina fused with the stallion’s penis and the sexual juices were absorbed by their mutating genitals as they fused together, becoming one flesh. As their sexes fused, the pelvic region followed suit and soon their fused torsos could not be told apart. Thing had already infected their whole bodies so the process went quickly. Thing also activated the nervous system stasis chemicals and just as quickly their minds slowed and stopped. Thing brought their bodies into herself and engulfed them with her flesh. Soon the couple was nothing but amorphous muscle and two static nervous systems.
Thing stretched out new tentacles formed from the biomass gained from the couple and reached out to adhere them to the ceiling. Her tentacles began walking on the ceiling, and walls like a strange mutated spider and she quickly propelled her large body containing the biomass of three normal sized ponies into the corridor and up the stairs. As this was happening, Thing began to quickly scan their minds. Hmm, it seemed that there was a party going on at their neighbor’s house and the wife, her name being Rosemary, was invited. Thing curled a tentacle around the couple’s bedroom doorknob and entered, her tentacles slithering forward as they walked. She hovered above the bed, hanging from the ceiling and stretched two tentacles into the covers. The tentacles began pumping biomass as well as the couple’s preserved nervous systems into the sheets to quickly reform their bodies. Grotesque sounds of rapidly growing bodies followed, the bed creaked as weight was placed upon it and soon there were two ponies lying in bed fast asleep. Thing unfused her tentacle pumps from their belly buttons. The tips of her tentacles looked strangely like umbilical cords.
Perhaps Thing could take the form of this mare and join the party. That would make things easier. Thing gathered her biomass together on the ceiling and it began to convulse. Thing extruded out a lump of flesh which formed itself into the cloned skull of the mare she had just assimilated, watching the process with an eye tendril. Thing opened her new eyes, yes, this would do nicely. Thing continued extruding the head outwards and soon a clone of the recently assimilated mare was lowered to the ground, standing before the bed. Thing quietly walked out of the bedroom with her new meat suit and descended the stairs. Thing opened the front door and shut it behind her. Two down about a hundred to go. Thing frowned. She would have to be quicker if she wanted to assimilate the town by morning. She had her fun. It was all business and efficiency from now on. Thing turned her head to look at the house where the party was going on and grinned, her cheeks splitting apart slightly as her grin widened into a predatory smile, revealing a row of sharp canines.