Thing intimately felt her flesh hanging from her skeletal system, her cells perfectly arranging themselves into the cloned skeletal structure and soft tissue of her recently assimilated victim as she crossed the street to the illuminated house where the party was taking place. Her mind was very busy, strategizing how she would assimilate the town. She could taste the musk and unique body odor of the pony whose body structure she had mutated into. With a flexible, too long tongue she licked her chops where drool had been leaking, revealing the sharp predatory teeth she liked to grow, and the long sinuous curling flesh of her tongue. As she approached, she could hear muffled laughter coming from the house, the party in full swing. There were quite a lot of ponies just waiting to be assimilated. Her tongue flickered out of her mouth like a snake, her tongue was now forked, Thing could smell the scents of the ponies, she could taste them, the soft flesh of new intelligent specimens for her to explore and mutate. She shivered in anticipation, so many new minds and bodies for her to savor. She stopped, the mat said "Welcome". She grinned to herself, her tongue flicked out of her mouth like a long snake’s tongue to taste the scent of the delicious ponies inside once more. Her tongue’s fork fused back together and more of her tongue slid out of her mouth. Reaching up with her saliva drenched tentacle tongue, Thing pressed her tentacle against the doorbell’s button and a muffled chime could be heard among the voices of the chatting ponies. Thing quickly slid her excited tongue back into her mouth and her face unnaturally shifted, forcing her facial features into a soft neutral expression.

After a couple of seconds a mare opened the door and gave a big smile to Thing’s flesh suit. "Alexa? I thought you weren’t going to come!" The mare said, giving Thing a small hug. "Please come in, the party's just starting!" Thing stood here for a second before smiling back to the mare reflexively and entered the house with her new disguise, the mare she assimilated was quite pretty and it showed. “Is Harold coming?”

Thing rarely spoke to anyone but she responded to this mare. “Harold isn’t feeling well and decided to go to bed early. I made him some soup before I came which is why I am late.” Thing’s voice felt more feminine than usual, very soft and beautiful.

“Oh my. Well, I hope that Harold is okay. Tell him I said hi and you enjoy the party.” The mare rushed off to the kitchen to grab more refreshments.

Thing telepathically pinged the mind of the real "Alexa", whom she had assimilated and regrown, causing the hidden receptor enzymes hidden inside the neural cells of the infected mare's brain to fire and returned relevant information. Apparently the pony that had greeted her was Alexa's best friend. Thing analyzed the party around her, the mingling ponies in the living room and dining area all talking and weaving between each other as complex social interactions took place. Thing was just itching to unleash herself right then and there but she restrained herself, it may be prudent to do some reconnaissance to make sure she assimilated all of them in one fell swoop. It would not be wise to allow stragglers to escape and warn others. She also wanted to be sure to preserve the nervous systems of the ponies so they could be used in her simulations. If she were too violent she would risk damaging the minds of the ponies.

Thing played a strange trick on Alexa who was sleeping in her bedroom where Thing had rebuilt her body. Thing telepathically fed the sensory information she was experiencing in the party into the brain of Alexa as if she were in a dream. This way, Thing would be able to draw information from Alexa's mind based on how she responded to stimulus, getting information based on her reactions to the supplied dream vision. Oooh, some juicy gossip flowed into her mind, apparently that stallion over there that was curiously eying her was named Kevin and had the hots for Alexa. Mares and their sensitive muzzles knew these things. Alexa had an especially keen sense. Stallions could try to hide it but their musk could not. He had approached Alexa before and was hoping to develop a little affair with Alexa. Alexa for her part used her beauty to her advantage and simply asked him for favors while avoiding anything serious. It seemed that this stallion was easily manipulated.

A plan blossomed into Thing’s mind as she walked through the party. Thing’s lip twitched in amusement. Mares could be so devious and clever! Utilizing a technique that Alexa was feeding into her dream, Thing made sure to sway her hips just slightly in the direction of the horny stallion and slightly twitched her dock upwards, flashing her genitals in his direction as her hind leg reached, stretching sexily backwards, exposing her inner thigh while walking and carefully squeezed her pelvic muscles so that her clit could be barely seen poking out of her vulva in a vulvar wink for a fraction of a second. He may be useful later. Alexa was revealing herself out to be quite the deviant manipulator! The complex social interactions were not something that Thing was particularly experienced in but with guidance from Alexa’s devious and experienced mind Thing deftly made use of the subtle feminine manipulations. If nothing else, Thing was a natural born manipulator and the power of feminine social manipulations tickled her fancy in an erotic way as she discovered new ways to control her prey.

Thing continued to saunter into the next room, a kitchen and bar with more ponies snacking. Glancing around to make sure nopony was looking, her tongue darted out of her mouth like a chameleon’s tongue and snatched a cracker from the bar with a sticky, prehensile tip into her mouth. She decided to munch on the pony food normally instead of instantly digesting and assimilating it it with powerful advanced alien digestive juices. It tasted somewhat good to her pony taste buds, this was the first time she ate anything in the conventional sense. As she observed the second room while eating she realized that It may be tricky to assimilate both rooms cleanly without some ponies escaping or without making a lot of noise. There were quite a lot of ponies in here, it seemed a good portion of the town had come. It might be dangerous to try and assimilate so many ponies at once but if she could do it cleanly, she would be well on her way to establishing a safe place for her to experiment.

Thing circled back to the main living room and immediately ran into Kevin in the entrance.

The stallion smiled with a hint of lust that would usually be hidden but was instantly recognizable to Alexa’s trained mind. “Hey, Alexa! How are you doing? Where’s Harold? I thought he would be coming with you.”

Heavily relying on Alexa’s remote brain, Thing decided immediately to turn up the charm. She knew what she had to do. This would be quite interesting.

Thing smiled mischievously at the stallion with a twinkle in her eye. Alexa was experiencing a wet dream, Harold was the more responsible stallion but Kevin had the masculine sexiness she desired. Ohh, Alexa had some quite interesting and naughty thoughts, Thing was starting to feel a little excitement herself! Thing made sure to subtly increase the flow of blood to her cheeks making her blush slightly and activate the signs of heat in her body, sweat glands produced the tinge of musk indicating her hornyness and secretions coming from her vagina accenting the smell in a way that would surely raise the desire of any stallion present. Thinking quickly and taking a few tips from Alexa’s mind, Thing also modified her salivary glands so that they excreted ethanol, tinging her breath with the smell of alcohol. She also adopted a slurred speech and swayed slightly.

“No~, he’s not coming tonight but I was wondering if you could help me with something~”

Thing adopted a slightly dopey smile remembering how Derpy acted, simulating a slightly tipsy demeanor. Not all the way to drunk but enough to make her seem vulnerable.

Thing glanced downwards and saw the stallion’s sheath shift the slightest bit. He knew what he wanted. Thing began walking by the stallion with hooded eyes and a simulated drunken blush on her face. As she walked past, she whispered, “Come with me -hick- h-hansome.”

The door frame was not too wide so she slipped past the stallion, sliding her fur against his barrel and flank as she purposefully slid against his side. Thing swayed her hips in the direction of Kevin’s muzzle and traced her tail against his nose, her scent wafting from her vagina towards the Stallion’s nostrils. Thing glanced at the stallion’s member as she passed, she grinned gleefully as she saw it slowly slide out from hiding. Judging from Alexa’s memory, the stallion was a bit shy and lacking of confidence but he had been waiting for an opportunity like this one.

Thing began walking down the hallway past the bathroom and proceeded to enter the first bedroom she saw. The bedroom and hallway were dark and deserted, the party left behind. The stallion stopped at the door of the bedroom, he was hesitating a bit, his lack of confidence showing.

A spark of inspiration suddenly struck Thing. Blossomforth had used a certain trick to seduce her boyfriend. Perhaps this was what ponies usually did to attract a mate. It seemed to have worked particularly well in Anon’s case. Alexa didn’t seem to be particularly practiced in these arts, perhaps she had just fallen out of practice now that she had her mate. Perhaps it was better in this case to rely on Blossomforth’s experience in this matter.

“I’m not so sure we should be doing this, are you sure Harold isn’t looking for you?” Kevin said. The light of the party glowed on half of his face. He pawed the floor nervously as he glanced back to the party looking for Harold.

“Oh, he’s sooo stiff and boring. I only married him for his money. Besides, I’ve been practicing something just for you~” Thing warbled her voice with a tipsy giggle. She modified her muscles making a subtle change and felt them become more flexible, she modeled them after Blossomforth’s familiar athletic muscle structure, much more toned, flexible, and sexy. She also loaded some muscle memory from Blossomforth’s nervous system. She laid on the bed and luxuriously arched her spine downwards in a backbend like a cat as she reached forward with her forehooves digging into the covers with a stretch, a delicate moan of pleasure left her mouth as a few of her joints popped. This arch gave her ass the illusion of being larger as it stuck into the air. Her dock raised her tail up, deepening the backbend stretch slightly and putting a bit of pleasurable pressure on her genitals. Thing licked her lips, she was really getting into her act.

Thing then spread her legs apart on the bed and settled into a straddle split with her ass facing Kevin and her spine arched deeply, her pussy visible from behind, grinding her visible clit slightly into the soft blankets while her pussy opened slightly like a flower as her legs spread apart. She made it look natural and simple, like every pony in the world was flexible enough to do a straddle split whenever they wanted. She arched her back further and using Blossomforth’s contortionist flexibility, she slowly leaned her head and shoulders backwards, her spine curling slowly as she reached luxuriously to either side with her forelegs to slide her forehooves over her voluptuous and flexible hind legs. The feminine fat in her back near her spine could be seen creasing together as her skin pressed together and folded into ripples of compressed skin with fat sticking between. As her bend deepened the folds became thicker and more numerous until her head leaned back enough for her face to obscure the view of her bending spine. It was a unique contortionist position, Thing could feel the muscles along her belly stretch and contract as she breathed. It felt good.

Thing’s face was now upside down, slightly above her visible dock and genitalia as she smiled smugly with hooded eyes at Kevin. Kevin was staring in from the doorway, his mouth open slightly with surprise. Thing could see his penis under his barrel, it was fully erect. Thing’s internal organs squirmed and convulsed with excitement, shifting in her belly which was facing away from kevin, it’s movement hidden. Is this what it was like to be a mare? Manipulation without even assimilating the organism? What fun!

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“Didn’t expect that, didja Kevin? I’ve beeeen practicing! Now why don’t you come in and help me with some stretches, I’m feeling fleexible~” She accented her final word with a strong flex of her pelvic muscles and caused her clit to wink outwards, exposing herself to the stallion. Thing gave another very sultry wink with one of her eyes, synchronized with her vulvar winking, as she deepened the stretch, sliding her forelegs against her spread hind legs. Now that her shoulders were so close to her ass, she could wrap her fetlocks and forelegs around thick, muscular and fatty, spread hind legs.

The stallion, still speechless was drooling slightly at the very lewd display. For a second he thought he was dreaming but he walked inside and turned to shut the door behind him. His mistake would quickly turn his dream into a nightmare.

While Thing had been displaying her vulva and bendiness to Kevin she had also been converting her internal organs into a slithery spaghetti of powerful, flexible tentacles of advanced alien muscle, squirming within her torso, her belly rippling with movement. The very millisecond that the stallion turned his eyes away from Thing, she quickly initiated an extremely rapid sequence of transformations. First, her head rotated itself rightside up with a quick swivel, twisting her neck 180 degrees, her vertebrae separated from each other and powerful advanced alien muscles instead provided the structure and flexibility, allowing her head much more flexibility to turn and carry itself. Three tentacles violently slithered out of her vaginal canal, coated with copious amounts of slimy lubricant for quick and quiet movement. Thing drooled and her tongue licked her lips as the nerve endings in her vaginal canal registered the pleasurable feeling of slimy muscles stretching her flesh. They quickly ejected themselves upwards, more tentacles sliding out of her orifice to reach the ceiling, causing her belly to sink inward as her innards extruded outwards. Their squishy consistency pressed against the ceiling, quickly causing a firm adherence with a suction like seal as the spider follicles sprouted out of their surface to provide a sturdy anchor to the ceiling.

The long tentacles that were attached to the ceiling were made up of very advanced and powerful muscles that bulged and flexed as they yanked Thing’s now much thinner and lighter husk of a pony body from the bed and pulled her up to the ceiling in a swinging motion to bring her above Kevin right before he closed the door. As Thing’s flexing tentacle swung her though the air to bring her to the ceiling, a very violent and sudden transformation tore through Thing’s hooves. The nails of her hooves peeled back to expose fleshy pads that could stick to the ceiling with advanced retractable adhesive nanofibers.

Thing stood on the ceiling hanging upside down in a wide stance, her hooves far apart, with her belly touching the ceiling. Her neck was pointed at Kevin, she quickly twisted her neck, rotating her head 180 degrees, her skin stretching to compensate, so that her head was rightside up, staring at her prey. Her neck was a gnarled twisting trunk of advanced alien muscle, her neck performed impressive twisting motions to keep her head upright. Thing’s face intently stared at her prey at a strange angle resemblant of a praying mantis able to sharply turn their heads in any direction. She resembled a spider, crawling on the ceiling. Thing had a firm grip on the ceiling so she retracted the nanofibres from her hind hooves, releasing them from the ceiling and dramatically curled her spine in a contortionist’s backbend using Blossomforth’s incredibly flexible muscle structure to swing her anus and vagina directly below her own inverted skull and face. Her hind legs also performed an extreme straddle split pose, angling her legs beyond the normal 180 degree split to reach upwards and touch her adhesive hooves to the ceiling and firmly anchor her to the surface. Thing’s slimy vaginal tentacles hovered above Kevin, ready to seize and grapple.

Kevin looked slightly bewildered, Thing had managed to attach herself to the ceiling so quickly and quietly that he did not have time to close the door and turn around before she was already there above him. From Kevin’s point of view, he turned to close the door, he turned back and there was an empty bed. Thing allowed herself a moment of gleeful pleasure at her exceptional mobility skills and the thrill of being such an adaptive predator. Her pelvic muscles clenched and her tongue rapidly flicked out of her mouth to lick the slick vaginal secretions that had accumulated on her clit below her face. Her masturbation of superiority was only accented by her autocullingus. She allowed herself a luxurious fraction of a second to shiver in pleasure as her anus and clit flexed with her pelvic clenching, her tentacular tongue caressing their quivering forms.

Thing thrusted her pelvis outwards below her face, deftly ending her masturbation, and her tentacles slithered further out of her orifice making wet sliming noises as they shot towards Kevin. Thing’s skin on her belly began to convulse and sink inwards, her ribs becoming even more pronounced, as the tentacles, composed of what used to be her internal organs extruded themselves out of her vagina and out of her body. The tentacles descended upon Kevin. The first caught him by surprise, slipping into his slightly open mouth and crammed itself down Kevin’s trachea, stopping him from breathing or making any noise at all. The tentacle continued down his trachea and began mutating, branching to fill every crevice of his lungs. Mercifully, oxygen was pumped down the tentacle via a branching blood stream inside the tentacle which originated from Thing’s own lungs and and heart which she had kept intact for this purpose. Oxygen diffused out of Thing’s amorphous, branching tentacle and Kevin’s lungs absorbed the chemical, Thing’s branching appendage also absorbed the carbon dioxide which diffused out of Kevin’s lungs. He was unable to breathe but the oxygen he needed to survive still entered his bloodstream. Thing’s muscles did not need oxygen to function so her lungs, heart, and bloodstream existed exclusively to deliver oxygen to Kevin. The other tentacles curled around his legs and lifted him up, more slimy tentacles slid out of Thing’s vagina and wrapped around his torso and neck. As he was lifted up, he was brought in front of her face, struggling fruitlessly at his bondage. She smiled at him with a toothy smile of razor sharp teeth. The stallion looked terrified, he stared with wide, haunted eyes. He could not breathe or make any noise, he struggled but the tentacles easily held him fast as he tried fruitlessly to flex his legs in mid air.

Gagged and helpless, she had the struggling morsel right where she wanted him. She grinned wider, her smile splitting her cheeks apart as all of her sharp toothy smile widened, a frightening visage of an alpha predator. Her teeth grew larger out of her mouth as her smile widened, a maddening display of biological superiority. A slippery tentacle slithering around his torso reached and traced the tentacle’s tip to the bottom of the stallion’s member, tickling him slightly as it licked him. She felt the stallion’s sensitive urethra on the bottom of his veiny shaft with her tentacle and sprouted some taste buds on the tip of her tentacle so she could taste his musky scent. It seemed the stallion was still horny despite his terrifying predicament.

Thing herself was beginning to feel the excitement. Drool began to drip down her mouth between her sharp teeth and lubricant excreted itself from her vaginal opening, still stuffed with tentacles. Thing decided that she needed to escape the shackles of primitive pony biology, she had no time to lose. Suddenly, her whole body began to deform as she started the transformation into a much more flexible and malleable organism, free from the stiff inefficient constraints of pony biology. Her body stretched and cracked, she felt so much more free to move and flex herself. Thing’s skin began to shrivel and stretch in places as the flesh beneath her skin morphed and mutated. Her smile widened as her jaw detached from her skull. All of her bones began to soften into a cartilage like structure. Her eyeball popped out of her socket, hanging by the optic nerve. Veins popped beneath the stretched skin as her face began to stretch and transform. Her second eye popped from its socket. Her forehead, eye-sockets and muzzle scrunched together as her mouth transformed into a circular orifice with teeth lining the circumference. A gooey organic substance flowed up the optic nerve out of what used to be her eye sockets to provide amorphous tentacular muscle to prop her eyes up. The fur on her face began to separate into patches as new skin stretched into existence, providing a stretchy skin able to adapt to her rapidly changing shape. Her face and neck now looked like a monstrous worm, with a tentacle in the middle acting as a sort of tongue.

The contortionist’s pose that Thing had used just moments ago was unrecognizable. Her torso and legs had fused together, her bones and organs dissolving into more flexible and gooey organic material, retracting into herself and fusing to the ceiling. However, there was one organ she kept intact. She kept her pony vagina and female reproductive organs. Thing flexed her entire body, it rippled powerful undulating waves of amorphous muscle. It was time to eat.

The vaginal tentacles that had Kevin grappled and helpless began to flex and separate from each other at the vaginal opening, causing the vulva to separate and the vaginal canal to open dramatically as her boneless flesh stretched apart. The vaginal walls rippled in a swallowing undulation, moist, lubricated, and ready to swallow the prey and unbirth him. Thing stretched her wormlike mouth and neck to Kevin’s penis. At this point, Kevin was in a state of shock but when the worm suddenly decided to give him a blow job his heart began beating faster and his pelvic floor muscles clenched in surprise and pleasure, sending a burst of blood through the veins of his penis.

Kevin wanted to clench his legs together, anything to stop this monster from pleasuring him, but the tentacles held his legs fast and spread them apart. It was so wrong, he was so helplessly vulnerable. The worm’s tentacle tongue slid out of the toothy mouth across the bottom of his penis between his balls and pierced his anus. He tried to clench his anus shut but even the pony’s powerful donut shaped anal muscles were not enough to prevent the slippery tentacle from reaching his inner sanctum and toy with his oh so sensitive prostate. Tears left Kevin’s eyes as he experienced a burst of heightened pleasure. It seemed the monster could be tender with his sensitive organ.

As the worm undulated around his penis and bit its teeth gently into his foreskin while it’s invading tentacle was gently curling around his prostate, Kevin felt a strange emotion. The monster was now inserting him face first into the grotesque mutated vaginal opening it had stolen from a pony. The flesh gripped his head from all sides and grabbed him, forcing him inside. It stretched even further to accommodate his shoulders and torso. Tears freely flowed from his eyes. The salty tears were quickly lost as the slimy vaginal flesh that encased him slid around him and smeared his tears.

Kevin could not sob, he could not breathe but he could cum. He came hard into the worm’s mouth and he felt pleasure. Finally, the vagina had fully swallowed Kevin and sealed itself shut. He was quickly forced into a fetal position as the powerful muscles that surrounded him did not allow him to move. Kevin was now truly trapped. Even if the muscles were not holding him, the flesh was very flexible and no amount of kicking could free him from his prison, the flesh would simply stretch. Kevin was sure that now that the pain would begin. The muscles that surrounded him were unfairly strong, he fully expected them to crush him into a pulp and quickly digest him for his organic matter but instead he was hugged.

Suddenly multiple tendrils slithered around him. One of them poked him in the belly button, pushing into his soft, vulnerable belly. He flinched and clenched his abdominal muscles as he felt a piercing tickling sensation deep within his belly button. It was a pathetic attempt to halt the invader but the tentacle fused to his skin and belly button, rapidly mutating itself into the female nurturing mechanism of an umbilical cord. Now that the tendril had become part of Kevin, it was easy for the muscular worm of a tendril to gently slide inside him and tickle him in the most disturbing way, from the inside. The tendril rapidly mutated in complex ways so that it directly connected, fusing to Kevin’s blood stream as well as his digestive system so that they were connected like mother and child. Rich oxygen from Thing’s lungs which were still pumping air in and out filtered from Thing’s bloodstream directly through the umbilical cord into Kevin’s blood stream so that he didn’t have to use his lungs. Kevin fruitlessly tried to squirm away from the tentacle invading his body. It filled him with a sensation that was not painful but disturbing in how it freely swam between his organs. Kevin squirmed in protest but the womb’s muscular hug tightened around him, keeping him from moving.

The other two tendrils squirmed their way into his ears and began worming inside his head. Kevin began to cry, tears escaping his eyes, he tried to sob but his mouth was full of tentacles so he could only shiver and shake. He felt lost, he no longer had any control. He heard a clicking sensation where the tendrils had impacted his ear drums. SNAP-CRACKLE-POP. And that was the last thing that Kevin heard at all before the worms consumed his sound sensory organs. By all rights it should have been painful, but the tentacles hijacked Kevin’s nerve endings, fusing to them and feeding his brain a pleasant numbing sensation.

Finally, the tentacle had reached its target. Kevin’s brain. Wasting no time, the tendrils slithered inside, caressing and touching his fragile, squishy brain. The tentacles began to carefully branch and fuse to different parts of Kevin’s brain folds. Then the strangest thing happened, Kevin began to calm down. Thoughts of panic and fear just melted from his mind, slipping away like a forgotten word at the tip of his tongue but unable to be recalled and spoken. Kevin’s mind felt weak, unable to grasp the thoughts he had just been thinking of previously. In fact, the flesh that was encasing him felt comfortable and warm. Why had he been so afraid? The flesh that encased him squished and hugged him as Kevin snuggled against his mother’s womb in an intimate and primal mammalian connection of affection between mother and son. Kevin relaxed his mind and his lips smiled, he snuggled against the fleshy womb and squirmed with glee as the tentacles caressed and massaged his muscles and playfully tickled his genitals. He knew that his mother loved him and knew what was best. As Kevin felt his flesh melt away from his core nervous system he never felt more secure and joyful. A giddy thought took hold of his mind. His mother would give him the gift of rebirth and immortality and he would be gifted the privilege of experiencing accelerated biological evolution, but first he must sleep. With the excitement of a child expecting presents on hearthwarming’s eve Kevin cleared his mind and quickly lost consciousness.

Sleep, my child. Thing sent comforting thoughts to her new child, swaddling her baby tightly with her womb as her child’s flesh was infected and converted into a more advanced, efficient, and organized biological form. A far cry from the comparatively primitive and wasteful cells these poor equestrians were stuck with. She would free her children from these shackles.

Thing felt exhilarated and frightened. Two conflicting emotions. Thing scolded herself weakly within her mind, but it was a battle she had already lost. Thing was desecrating her ancestor’s system, the one they had spent billions of years perfecting. She should not be experiencing emotions, it was a weakness in a ruthless galaxy. The damn emotional infection had taken hold of her mind and it seemed that the safeguards and emotional purging mechanisms that her ancestors had put in place to prevent such a thing were utterly destroyed and lost, she had no choice but to deal with the mind altering emotions. It frightened her that she had no control over these feelings. She was a control freak by nature and having her mind behave out of her control was very disturbing on an instinctual level.

Thing also felt exhilaration. Thing was playing the role of a pony, a mammal. Her hivemind system was decidedly alien with its ad-hoc network of quantum connections between her scattered cells. However, at some point, her hivemind had to interface with the mammalian brain that allowed her to control the parts of her mammal body. Thing could not remember seeing a brain system that was so strongly coupled to emotions as the mammalian brain was. She used the mammalian brain and nervous systemic organs like throwaway tools to control her bodies, mutating these neural systems to her will, but since there was no emotional barrier present, the brains she interfaced with affected her core being, infecting and mutating her hivemind against her will to feel emotion.

Thing had little choice but to accept these new unwelcome feelings in her hivemind. Her hivemind had already been infected and mutated by Blossomforth to accept emotion way before she had any control over her own body and hivemind.

Thing had given into her emotional urges that came with being a mare. Thing’s masturbational experimentation with mammalian sexual organs was to blame. As soon as she had begun to perform her grotesque and frightening unbirthing of Kevin, her motherly instincts were quickly activated as she felt her womb become full with her child. Before this, Kevin was not really her child but her instinctual urges forced Kevin into the role of being Thing’s baby. In fact she mutated Kevin’s body into a more childlike state, his mind more docile and susceptible to moulding and his body in the fetal position with umbilical cord attached. Kevin was now a strange and unnatural foal/stallion hybrid, his body mutated and forced to play the role that would satisfy Thing’s motherly urges.

Thing had also mutated her own body to fit her motherly role. She was still fused to the ceiling but her entire body was one large, oversized womb large enough to fit a full grown stallion hanging from the ceiling. Her body was a vaguely spherical shape with faint imprints of Kevin’s rapidly dissolving body disappearing to make her body become even more spherical. Pony skin and fur covered her whole body, making her a literal furball. The only features on her furry epidermis were her vagina and large lactating teats full to bursting with milk and dripping to the floor, two very intimate motherly features, one unique to mammals.

Thing felt the special emotional and physical connection between mother and child. Despite the grotesque and perverse method that she became a mother, she felt the powerful emotions to protect and nurture her child. Thing was frightened by these powerful emotions but these mammalian motherly instincts felt so satisfying and pleasurable, it felt right. As Kevin’s body was infected and transformed, melting and deforming into a homogenous cellular goo, Thing continued to toy with Kevin’s mind and brain. She felt an instinctive mammalian love for her son and Kevin soon too felt an instinctive imprint for his new mother deeply rooted in his brain as Thing manipulated and mutated his neural flesh into her desired form. It was somewhat like a hypnosis or dream where logic is suspended and a warm fuzziness does not allow the mind to question why or in this case why Kevin loved and trusted this motherly abomination.

Thing was intellectually under no such delusions but she allowed herself to be immersed in the motherly role because it felt so good to be a mother. The more she thought about it the more it made sense. The mammalian mother-child relationship was mutualistic. It was a pleasurable experience for the mother, to grow a new flesh to succeed her and hopefully take care of her when she became older. As the family unit grew, teamwork and organization would make the individuals as a whole more efficient. Obviously, the child benefitted with life and nourishment. The mutualistic relationship was obvious.

At first glance, the relationship between Thing and her targets seemed to be parasitic. If Thing had arrived fully intact then it certainly would have been. However, Thing had to shamefully admit to herself that she was broken and defective. If she were still emotionless and had access to the complete library of technological blueprints her ancestors had left for her then she would have easily been able to harvest the energy and information of this world and move on to the next in a completely parasitic relationship. Instead, she would be forced into a much more complex journey. She needed to be this planet’s gardener and mother. The seeds of her garden would be the individuality and minds of her children, the soil would be the societal constructs that would incentivize technological progress and innovation. The fertilizer for her garden would be the technologies that had survived in the Matrix which she would use to accelerate technological progress. Her crops would be the new ideas and inventions that the ponies would generate for her. The only barrier to this utopian vision was Blossomforth’s dominance. Thing stewed in her thoughts for a moment at the frustrating obstacle, but she knew what she had to do. One way or another, Blossomforth would be forced to cooperate.

In Equestria’s complex mammalian societal model, it was the alpha patriarchs and matriarchs that managed and controlled the profits and ideas of society and decided how they would be used. Thing would become everyone’s mother, granting them rebirth from her very womb. She would be the ultimate alpha. The queen of the hive, the broodmare. The relationship between herself and her children would be mutualistic. She would become more powerful as her children harvested ideas for her and she would grant her children life as an advanced organism.

Thing mulled over these thoughts as she slowly began to reform Kevin’s body from the amorphous cellular goo within her womb. Thing was careful to preserve Kevin’s old untainted mind with his brainwashed personality acting as a kind of alter ego that she could switch on and off at her will. She needed the ponies to have their original brain functions and personalities for her experiments.

Kevin’s body was reformed but his original nervous system was separated from his body and was instead connected to his body via telepathic link. His new body and nervous system separate from each other. Thing needed his biomass and regrown flesh in order to assimilate the rest of the party cleanly. For what would come next, it was best that his nervous system was separated from his body in order to protect his nervous system from damage otherwise his brain may not survive. Because she had difficulties directly controlling more than one body at once or performing super-multitasking, she needed Kevin’s brainwashed mind to control his body. Thing envied Blossomforth.

It seemed everything was in order, Thing’s vagina opened dramatically like a camera’s aperture. From the slimy orifice, a sac containing Kevin’s nervous system was ejected, producing slimy sounds as it was birthed. The sac contained a matrix of nutrients to keep Kevin’s nervous system alive and well. The sac had a semi transparent membrane and his brain could be seen floating with tentacle threads fused it as an interface for telepathic control over his body.

After the sac was birthed, a tentacle behind it revealed itself, fused to the sac. The whole apparatus looked somewhat like an angler fish’s lure. The tentacle raised the sac up to the ceiling and glued it there so it hung like an insect’s cocoon. The tentacle unfused itself and slurped like a noodle through Thing’s vagina and back into her womb.

Next was Kevin’s body. Thing’s fleshy womb shape began to flex and bulge in a muscular contraction. Kevin was birthed face first with his eyes closed. Thing’s vagina easily stretched to allow the fully grown stallion exit from her womb. Kevin’s body was drenched in slime and tentacles slimily curled around his body’s fetal pose, gently lowering him to the ground. The tentacles quickly retracted back into the vagina.

Thing’s womb was now stretched and a bit flabby now that Kevin’s biomass had been disgorged from her womb. The fluffy flesh on the womb’s exterior got a bit wrinkly. The fur was there as a kind of instinctively grown “blanket” to keep her child Kevin warm as he was formed in her womb, but now it would serve a different purpose. The fur on Thing’s body retracted itself, being consumed and the wrinkly skin began to tighten, folding and fusing together until it was a reddish-pink, smooth, taught, flexible flesh. Suddenly, the womb unfused itself from the ceiling. It dropped to the ground like a very strange version of a water balloon and splattered on the floor, stretching dramatically like a liquid on impact but not bursting.

The flesh began to churn and produce strange noises, after a few moments it slowed to a stop and seemed to be a more solid shape, creases in the smooth pink flesh indicating a solid rather than a liquid or goo form. The womb’s vaginal lips and orifice were still on the transformed surface of the ball of flesh and a tongue poked itself out from inside the labial folds, gently licking the clitoris. The flesh made a short moaning noise from its mysterious depths. The womb shifted and stretched parts of the flesh poked outwards as whatever was inside was stirring. The flesh underneath the vaginal opening bulged and began to open. Two hooves, drenched in slime poked out from the vaginal opening and pushed themselves apart, stretching the vaginal orifice apart in the classical breaststroke swimming technique. The labial lips stretched dramatically as the breast stroke movement forced Amber’s face and shoulders out of the womb to be birthed. Amber was soaked and propped herself on the floor with her forelegs, halfway birthed, looking like she was in the process of raising herself out of a pool.

It quickly became obvious that Thing had inverted her womb in order to perform the act of autobirthing. The vaginal lips slid down her torso and past her hind legs which were tightly tucked against her torso, revealing Amber’s fully grown body. Amber stood on her hooves and stretched her spine, reaching forward with her hooves and poking her ass into the air as the inverted womb gave birth to her flank and ass. Now that Amber was born, Thing’s womb tucked itself into her vaginal orifice between her hind legs and took the place where a pony’s womb would normally be. (derpibooru >>1494444 in reverse, stretch position >>1503483)

Amber’s hair stood on end and she shivered as she pleasurably felt her womb and vaginal lips settle into place. She had successfully given birth to herself. Amber blinked in mild surprise as she felt something warm dribble in her inner thigh. Ahh, she was lactating. She shifted her eyes over to her child and approached. She began licking his face with an unnaturally long tongue, its length allowing her to efficiently wipe his face free of her vaginal liquids the same way any mammalian mother would do to a newborn. Kevin began to stir as he felt his mother’s tongue. Amber quickly stopped licking and crouched, bringing her crotch close to Kevin’s face. Kevin felt his mother’s nipple against his face and instinctively brought his mouth to suckle milk. As Amber lovingly humped Kevin’s face she continued licking him up and down with her tentacle tongue, caressing him gently.

Amber and Kevin just lay there for a few minutes. Amber felt so at home, instinctive mammalian love bursting from her bosom. It was so peaceful, the sheer power of the mammalian instincts and emotions had her enraptured. However, as Thing’s intellect began to break through the fading emotions now that her child had been successfully birthed and fed, she knew it had to end.

Thing had experienced a deep and emotional taste of what it meant to be a primitive organism. Reproduction was an important function of these primitive species and the dopamine reward system was more powerful than hard mind altering drugs. Reluctantly, Amber excreted a stimulant into Kevin’s milk and he quickly opened his eyes and smiled. He licked his mother’s teat one last time, clean of her sweet, addictive and nourishing milk, and then sat up on his haunches, about eye level with Amber and hugged her tightly. Amber hugged him back. Amber felt her son’s warm body against her own and smelled his familiar smell as their coats of fur rubbed against each other. Kevin was much larger than she was and she felt secure from within his larger frame, her motherly and female instincts giving her a warm, secure feeling.

“Thank you for seeing me as worthy for rebirth, mother. I-I don’t completely understand what’s going on but I know that I want to be part of you and your biological singularity. Thank you for opening my eyes, you’re our best hope for species survival and prosperity. I only hope that I can aid you in this journey to our hive collective’s eternal growth.”

Amber felt proud by how quickly her son had grasped the information she had shared and mutated into his brain. It seemed that ponies’ brains were well adapted for intelligence.

“I’m proud of how quickly you processed the information I gave you. I have a few roles for you to play. It will be an arduous journey before we achieve utopia, but it will be very rewarding. However, that comes later, for now I want you to do this for me. Think you're up to it, dear?”

Amber telepathically sent her plan to assimilate the party directly into Kevin’s brain.

“Don’t worry. You’re mind is safe and sound up there.” Amber pointed a hoof up to the membrane bound matrix containing Kevin’s brain and nervous system which was telepathically linked to his body.

“I-I think, I’m ready, mom.”

Amber smiled at her son.

“Alright, well follow me. Be sure to position yourself in the middle of all the ponies in the kitchen. We want this to be quick and clean.”

Kevin nodded, he was ready. Amber quickly mutated her epidermis into the appearance of Alexa. Her hair retracting and regrowing to change her coat color and her facial features and height changing slightly. Her bones creaked audibly as she transformed.

Amber walked to the door and opened it. Beckoning for Kevin to follow. Amber gave him a frightening predatory, wolfish smile. A wide smile full of sharp teeth and wide eyes. Thing loved to hunt. Her face unnaturally mutated into a neutral expression and she turned around to find Alexa’s best friend, the mare that had met her at the door. Despite Thing’s surprise, her face did not even twitch in surprise, Thing had decoupled her emotions from her facial motor response.

Alexa’s friend gasped, looking horrified. Her eyes darted between her and Kevin. She whispered in hushed tones.

“Alexa! You can’t have another affair!”

Amber tilted her head slightly, judging the problem in front of her for a split second.

Without warning, Amber’s mouth opened and her face split in half, opening wider. Violent snapping noises came from her skull and jaw as rapidly forming alien muscles under her skin ripped her face apart, anchoring themselves to the bones. The skin on her face tore apart and blood squirted from her flesh. The transformation was very quick and sloppy. Her entire face and neck bulged as the huge alien muscles rippling under her skin ripped her face apart flexed violently. The skull could not mutate quick enough to form soft cartilage so instead it was violently split. In a fraction of a second, Amber’s skull opened up like a petaled flower as her skull’s bone cells mutated themselves into cartilage. The alien muscles also bulged on Amber’s neck, causing her face to lunge forward, ripping the skin on her neck apart, exposing the red, bulging muscle beneath. Amber’s remaining conventional pony muscles were torn apart as she didn’t have time to transform them properly. Amber’s petaled maw which replaced her face seized and engulfed the mare’s skull. Amber excreted NO2 gas into her lungs and breathed outwards, forcing her victim to breathe in the noxious fumes. The mare struggled briefly but quickly went limp, the gas making her delirious. Amber dragged her body into the bedroom, with her maw grabbing her head and Kevin quickly closed the door.

Amber began to swallow more and more of the mare, eating her whole the way a snake would. Her neck stretched to allow the pony to slide in and her muscles undulated, forcing the mare inside her stomach. Her neck and torso stretched and bulged, her internal organs shifting apart to make room. Her rib cage mutated into a flexible cartilage in order to allow her prey’s passage. Amber’s face closed up, forming her normal pony skull as the mare had been completely swallowed. Wasting no time, Thing assimilated the mare and quickly packaged her nervous system into the familiar matrix membrane. Finally, Amber quickly birthed the mare’s nervous system, packaged in the sac and a tentacle originating from her vagina reached up to stick the organic container up on the ceiling next to Kevin’s nervous system.

Amber’s bones cracked back into place as she reformed her body back into it’s original state. Amber smirked at her son.

“Well, that was interesting.”

Kevin smiled.

“Will she be my new sister?”

Amber smiled back lovingly.

“In due time, my dear.”

Amber’s tummy was now huge. She looked like she was pregnant with triplets, all of the mare’s biomass besides her nervous system was inside Amber. She would definitely need the biomass to help her assimilate all those ponies. Her torso began churning and flexing. Thing was packing the biomass into a smaller volume. Her grotesquely stretched abdominal muscles began flexing and forcing the biomass into a smaller volume. The muscles were able to stuff the biomass into a smaller space but now Amber in her Alexa disguise looked like she had gained 20 pounds of fat. It didn’t matter, they would only need to be fooled for a few seconds and she would be able to form many more tentacles than she could with her normal amount of biomass.

Amber looked back at Kevin.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?”

Kevin nodded. Amber opened the door and began walking down the hall. Her increased biomass made her much heavier and the floorboards creaked slightly under her deceptively petite form. Amber walked straight down the hallway and into the living room. Kevin took a left turn into the kitchen behind her.

Thing was now in a predatory state of mind. The equivalent of alien adrenaline caused her mind to mutate slightly and time seemed to slow just the slightest bit. It wasn’t as dramatic as Blossomforth’s abilities but it was still incredibly useful for a predator about to pounce on its prey.

Thing quickly counted her prey. Her eyes darting back and forth very rapidly. There were twenty ponies in the living room. It was packed. This would be extremely tricky. Kevin reported telepathically that there were seven ponies in the kitchen. Even with the mare’s extra biomass, Thing would probably not be able to contain both rooms. She was at her limit with one room of 20 ponies that she had to capture without harm to their minds. With two rooms she could not guarantee that a pony would not escape.

Thing was going about this whole thing in a very methodical way in order to create the ideal test environment. Carefully planning her attack to ensure that it was successful. If she really wanted to, she could have spent hours carefully assimilating one pony at a time in the party, slowly eliminating all risk. However, she was getting tired of all this careful planning. It was so boring. She wanted a raw taste of the hunt. The time she spent in the Everfree as an advanced alien spider organism, how she would effortlessly reach out, stab and consume her prey. That’s what she wanted to experience. She wanted to challenge herself.

Kevin sent the telepathic ready signal, Thing told him to standby and execute on her mark. She began prioritizing her targets. She needed to block the exits. Fortunately, she was near the hallway and the front door. If she assimilated the ponies nearest to the exits first then the other ponies would have a very hard time escaping.

Thing decided to target two ponies facing away from the center of the room, standing near a small table with their glasses of cider. They would be ideal because they could be assimilated without anypony noticing because of their long dresses.

Thing relaxed the pressure on the biomass inside her. Her stomach bloated slightly as her relaxation caused her biomass to expand. She used the biomass to generate tentacles that slithered out of her anus and vaginal orifices. Thing stood behind the two chatting ponies, facing away from them and mutated one of the tentacles coming from her anus into an eyestalk. She raised her eye using her extruding tentacle near her dock. Using her new vision, she saw her other tentacles coming from her privates slip into her tail hairs for stealth and slide through her tail hair to come out under the dresses of the two mares. If a pony were to look directly at Amber and her prey they would not see anything out of the ordinary unless they looked closely.

Thing sprouted more eyes on the tentacles slipping under her quarry’s dresses. Thing continued relaxing her grip on her biomass and her tentacles lengthened as the long, fleshy ropes continued to slide out of her orifices. Ever so slowly and carefully, Thing directed ten tentacles created from the assimilated mare’s biomass to place themselves near the prey’s legs and neck.

Satisfied that everything was in place, Thing attacked the mouths of the two mares and grabbed all of their legs at once, grabbing and curling up their legs to keep them rooted to the ground. The dresses kept anypony from seeing the mares being forced to keep still as the tentacle that curled around their necks forced itself inside of the mares’ mouths. They spasmed slightly but they couldn’t move because of the strong, muscular tentacles curling round their legs. In a few seconds of silent spasms, the mares lost consciousness and went limp. Their bodies were held, propped up in a standing position by Thing’s tentacles.

It took a few more seconds for the assimilation to reach the brains of the mares but then Thing took control of their motor functions and had the mares stand upright, paralyzed. Now that she had the ponies near the exits assimilated, it was time to have some fun. Thing released the paralyzed mares and walked forward. The tentacles still extended out of her private regions, they looked like long, thin ropes of flesh. Thing reached out with her tentacle as she swaggered forward with Amber’s body. It dived forward and fused to a surprised stallion’s mouth and pumped infectious goo down the stallion’s throat. His eyes widened dramatically but he couldn’t make a sound. Thing extended two other tentacles to fuse to the mouths of two other ponies who had witnessed the stallion get attacked. They gasped but soon they too had tentacles fused to their faces.

The stallion collapsed, somewhere near the back of the room, a mare dropped her glass and screamed shrilly. Amber telepathically signaled Kevin to execute. A muffled bang could be heard from the other room followed by what sounded like wet splattering noises. Amber continued to saunter forward with a huge wolfish smile on her face. With sharp predatory eyes, three more of her tentacles dived forward. They successfully fused to two of the ponies’ mouths but the third one dodged, so instead Thing curled her tentacle in the direction that the stallion dodged in and throttled his throat, holding him up and forcing itself into his mouth, pumping her infectious gooish gore into his body.

Her tentacles slid through the air like flying snakes, able to effortlessly suspend themselves in the air due to Amber’s grip on the floor with her modified hooves covered in nanofibers providing friction and the tentacles’ terrifying strength keeping them muscularly suspended. Screams could be heard from the other room, and all of the eyes of the ponies shifted to the entrance where Amber stood with tentacles raised or fused to the faces of her victims.

The ponies looked right at the abomination and victims with wide, terrified eyes. They were stunned at the rapid sequence of events. They saw the other ponies on the floor, writhing as they desperately scrabbled at their mouths and throats with their forehooves as the tentacles pumped fluid into them. They soon went still and the tentacles unfused themselves from their victim’s lips. Amber was starting to become thinner as the biomass pumped into her victim’s bodies had to come from somewhere.

One stallion dove between the tentacles and charged for the hallway. He almost made it but right as he was turning the corner, a tentacle grabbed his hind leg and dragged him across the floor. He scrabbled at the floor but the tentacle effortlessly lifted him up and dangled him by his hind leg while another tentacle fused to his mouth. The first tentacle simply dropped him and he writhed as he struggled desperately to free himself from the tentacle that fused itself to his mouth, force-feeding him infectious biomass.

The mares left that were not assimilated began to cry. The stallions tried to break through but Thing’s multiple tentacles easily snatched them and dangled them as they were ensnared and force-fed biomass.

Amber began to shrivel up as more and more of her biomass was pumped into her victims. Soon her main body collapsed into a shriveled mound of skin and muscle, anchored to the floor where the tentacles had originated from.

Ponies lay everywhere, some of them in various forms of seizures, some unconscious. Thing was tired, her tentacles continued to pump biomass into the last of them and then finally she detached the tentacle as the last spasming pony went still. Thing’s biomass was deflated, she had pumped most of herself into her victims, letting her biomass automatically infect and take over their bodies. She looked like a strange wilted plant, her tentacles shriveled on the floor and the husk of what used to be her pony disguise looked like it had imploded and shriveled together as a sort of makeshift root for this strange plant.

Thing stretched out and curled her wrinkly tentacles, she then pulled her shriveled flesh together, mutating it into a smaller but more solid and substantial muscle structure. She sprouted two eyestalks from her central body and lifted up her main body on ten tentacles. She looked like an octopus/spider hybrid walking with long thin legs like a daddy long leg spider but with the flexible, muscular movements of an octopus. The tentacular abomination crept over the unconscious bodies of her victims towards the hallway and entered the kitchen.

Thing surveyed the carnage. Kevin had executed his task well. Thing had rigged his body to blow up with a chemical explosion, spraying everyone in the kitchen with his gore. The gore was then programmed to rapidly dissolve and assimilate the ponies’ organic tissue and infect their nervous systems, causing them to partially melt and become unconscious. The ponies were grotesquely mutated together, fusing into a pile of flesh. Thing made sure that the gore was programmed to not target the circulatory system or lungs, she needed them alive after all but their bones were reduced to goo and many of their muscles were gone. The ponies were melted into a veritable puddle of fused flesh with flabby disfigured faces displaying visages of horror. Thing sent Kevin's nervous system her loving gratitude for his help, she also sent him a small tingly feeling of erotic pleasure just because she could.

Thing lowered her main body to the puddle of biomass and began fusing herself to the puddle, becoming part of the grotesque fusion and basically slurping the partially liquified ponies into herself. Mmmmmm, these ponies were delicious! Her body swelled with biomass and she felt the nervous systems of the ponies swirling within herself, more children for her to give birth to. Gore flowed into her tentacles and fortified them, causing them to swell and the skin to stretch as the cells rearranged themselves into muscle, making the tentacles larger and stronger.

Thing's body swelled and churned as she absorbed the biomass, her tentacles became very large, as thick as logs and she slithered more than walked, the space she had to move within the house was becoming more confined.

She slid back to the main room and with her much larger body she began to fully assimilate each of the unconscious ponies, fusing her huge tentacles and easily engulfing one pony at a time as she forced them inside of herself. Her body became larger and larger, her skin stretching and growing as she grew engorged. Legs, faces, tails stuck out of her epidermis, all of the body parts fused to her flesh as they were all slowly sucked inside her and processed, their cells meticulously infected and added to the hivemind.

Fur grew on the abomination's flesh and her enormous womb formed around the biomass and nervous systems of her twenty seven assimilated ponies as her tentacles retracted back into herself. She now resembled a furry blob of flesh with no outward features. She was starting to feel her mammalian instincts return to her as her body churned and gurgled, she prepared herself to birth her children. The familiar vaginal slit mutated itself into existence in her now furry skin. She felt her children slowly solidify. She was careful to separate their bodies from their nervous systems. She would keep their minds close to her while she conducted her experiments. For a simulation, their bodies were expendable and replaceable, but their minds were not.

She treated them with the same grotesque but genuine love she treated Kevin with, gently hugging her brood with her muscular womb and sending her love and warm feelings directly into their minds, mutating their brains into producing alter egos that unconditionally loved and trusted her. She also fed them basic information about her plans and her love for her children, ingraining it in their alternate personalities.

Finally it was time. Thing contracted and squeezed her muscles, forcing her brood's bodies through her vagina. They were extruded one by one, drenched in her fluids. As she birthed each of her children, Thing's body became smaller and smaller, deflating. Once the last of her children popped out of her womb in an unconscious pile of slimy ponies, the membrane bound matrices containing each of the preserved nervous systems of her children were birthed and fused to the ceiling one at a time with a few vaginal tentacles.

Thing's body was once again a deflated husk, lacking much biomass. Thing shored up her remaining biomass and clenched herself together into a smaller and more dense ball of flesh. She sprouted an eyestalk and gazed at her children, peacefully sleeping in a pile drenched with her womb's fluids. Thing began producing milk inside of herself. Her biomass being slowly converted into the fatty nurturing liquid. As this was happening, she also sprouted many small tendrils from her flesh which each had nipples on their tips. She guided her tendrils to each of the twenty seven mouths of her children. They instinctively sucked her nurture, still sleeping with their eyes closed. Thing quickly lost more and more biomass, becoming smaller and smaller, but her children just continued suckling.

Finally, when it seemed that her biomass was almost depleted, her children were satisfied. Her tendrils were reduced to very thin threads of flesh and her main body was almost non existent, all of the biomass had been converted to milk. With the last of her biomass, Thing squirted some milk laced with stimulant into each of her children's mouths. By now, her body was gone, but her hivemind still lived in the cells of her children and the hordes of animals in the Everfree. Thing felt immensely satisfied, feeding her children with her biomass.

The ponies slowly woke up and rubbed their eyes, standing up and looking at each other. Thing spoke to them telepathically.

"Welcome to the family, everypony. I'm so happy to call each of you my children. I know it may be a bit confusing but know that I love and care about each and every one of you. Tomorrow is a big day so I want you to all go home, after I talk to you and get some rest. Take some time to think about the information of what our family is all about that I have fed into your minds."

Thing sent loving thoughts to her children. Their minds had been softened to become more trusting and accepting. She also kept their untainted personalities buried inside their brains. For now she needed soft-minded and cooperative ponies. Once she had gained more control and dominion over the world she could restore more of their independence and individuality as her master plan unfolded. For now though she would see to that her children were cooperative and harmonious. As she tapped into their minds she found that there were only a few more ponies to be assimilated before the whole isolated town was safe for her experimentation.

Tomorrow would be a big day.

It has been quite a while since I submitted something, this chapter has been a long time coming. I have been very busy with school for a while but I think I may be in a position to do more writing than I have been doing in the past 5 months.

Please tell me your thoughts about the chapter! I hope I made the descriptions disturbing and grotesque for you! I am very curious for your thoughts and reviews. These comments and the drawings and content that sometimes spawn after I submit a chapter is what makes writing so rewarding. I am hoping for things like that to occur! Thanks for reading.