BlossomThing
Chapter 38: Chapter 33: Preparation
Previous Chapter Next ChapterA long line of ponies waited in front of a pit at the base of a very large tree in the Everfree forest. The ponies stood in line, talking to each other. At the front of the line a tentacular creature loomed over the pit, fleshy animated vines grew out of the trunk of a tree. A pony mare at the front of the line waited before the slowly writhing tentacles, expecting something to happen. Suddenly, the mare’s face became unnaturally still, expressionless and blank. Her face spontaneously split open, fat, flesh, muscle peeling away neatly from her skull like a blooming flower, organic squishing noises softly slicking as the flesh peeled itself away. The pony’s skull too cracked open, neatly in two, the bone softening slightly into a cartilage substance to allow the separation, revealing the tender brain beneath. Like a surgeon, the tentacles began to morph, splitting into many tiny prehensile flesh hairs that probed the insides of the brain, feeling it and interfacing, fusing to the brain. One of the tentacles hovered, an eye perched on the end, examining the healthy brain.
A tentacle slid between the base of the skull and the brain itself, feeling for the stem where the brain connected to the spinal cord. The tentacle morphed into an organic nano-machine, incredibly complex and seeming to be almost infinitely dexterous. The tentacle split into smaller and smaller hairs until there were thousands or millions of microscopic tendrils. The tiny hairs carefully separated millions of strands of neuron connections, meticulously and automatically replacing them with quantum enzyme cell links capable of sending information through a quantum connection that seemed to cheat the known laws of nature as the deepest secrets of physics were exploited to create a hyper-advanced communication medium. The eldritch flesh singularity laughed in the face of primitive constraints like physical neural connections. The rules of the universe seemed to bend to her will. Her thrall spread like a virus, the poor powerless ponies helpless and vulnerable to the seemingly omnipotent infection, their minds and bodies bent to her wishes, free will twisted and grotesquely modified. Who could resist such a force of nature?
With the physical connections of the nervous system severed, all that was left was the circulatory system, bringing blood and nutrients to the squishy brain tissue. Another tentacle emerged from the pit, this one had a bulbous and transparent membrane sac on the end. Inside, slithering tendrils could be seen. The membrane was pulsating slightly. The tip of the bulbous end suddenly opened like a sphincter and countless tendrils poured out of the end. The opening almost looked like a strange open mouth with the tendrils reaching out of it. Inside the “mouth” at the base of the bulbous membrane and hidden within the root of the tendrils was a pulsating heart. This complex tentacle appendage descended upon the pony’s brain and the tendrils sought out the veins and arteries attaching the brain to the pony’s circulatory system. It fused to the veins and arteries and split the connection, fusing them closed on the side connected to the body while connecting the brain to the pulsing heart at the interior of the tentacle. As the tentacle completed its surgery, one by one, all circulatory system connections between the pony’s brain and body were eliminated, freeing the physical “wired” attachment between brain and body.
The tentacle’s membrane opened wide to engulf the brain. Fully engulfed, the brain was plucked from the open skull with a soft sucking sound. The tendrils surrounded the brain as the membrane sealed itself closed. Liquid was quickly pumped down the length of the tentacle, causing the membrane to slowly inflate with the brain inside and became semi-transparent. Inside the membrane, the brain could be seen suspended in a liquid matrix with the heart above, pumping what must be blood into the brain’s circulatory system.
The now bulbous tentacle containing the brain of a pony inside then retreated into the darkness of the pit. The pony donor’s skull sealed itself back together with nothing inside but quantum neural antennae ends and the pony’s face unrolled back onto the top of the skull, neatly fusing back together at the seam in the middle and healing rapidly back into the mare’s old face. The mare opened her eyes and smiled, happy to be serving her mother. She gazed into the eye perched on the tentacle with adoration.
Good job, Lilly. I have hidden your mind within the earth. I will be able to ensure your safety, even if your body is destroyed.
Thing sent a tingling sensation of pleasure through Lilly’s nervous system. It was almost the equivalent of petting her children. Thing pet and caressed her child telepathically. Lilly shivered in pleasure, her pelvic floor squeezing in response, as she felt the tingling ripple through her body including a vague erotic hotness in her nethers.
“Thank you, mother. I am forever grateful of your love and care for us.” She stepped aside, bowed, and began her walk back to town. The next pony stepped up to have his brain removed.
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Thing stored the brains of all the ponies in Seaward Shoals underground beneath the trees. The roots of the trees above formed an underground chamber where the pony brains were suspended inside their own fleshy sac, complete with a circulatory system and nutrients provided by the photosynthesis of the trees above among other various nutrient gathering methods, delivered by the sap of the tree and mutated roots of many other plants. These brains that she had collected were very precious. Thing, being unable to hierarchically multiply her mind like Blossomforth could, would have to depend on brainwashing instead to achieve her goals, utilizing the valuable neural flesh that the ponies had grown for themselves over the course of years. Such flesh was in many ways more powerful than the computers her ancestors had encountered on many planets. Thing would utilize their brains as a replacement to what she lacked. This method of civilization conquering was not used often by the ancestors who simply expanded their hiveminds to manage huge numbers of bodies simultaneously. Because of this, she would have to use Seaward Shoals as a testing ground for her new methods that she was forced to adapt under less than ideal conditions. This would allow her to hone her skills and discover the best methods to spread her influence, all while not alerting Blossomforth.
If she was unable to adapt under adversity then she would not deserve to be a child of the alpha predator of her galaxy. However, Thing seemed to be experiencing weakness. She hated to admit it to herself but she experienced an almost motherly love for her ponies. Every time they smiled at her with their innocent brainwashed eyes, trusting her completely, her mammalian motherly instincts flared uncontrollably within her hivemind. Her tentacles shivered in disgust of herself. She was truly an abomination, a mutated and flawed imitation of her ancestors’ perfection. These nagging feelings of love and sudden urges to hold her child that looked up at her with bright trusting eyes. To caress, cuddle, pet and love them with a hundred tentacles.
Thing hardened her mind. No, she had already expended a vast amount of her time and energy crafting a storage facility for the brains of the ponies while she conducted dangerous experiments that could potentially damage their bodies, safeguarding her children from permanent harm. She had convinced herself that her actions were purely pragmatic because of her need of test subjects that could be reused indefinitely without damage to their brains. Deep down, however, her subconscious knew that she did it to protect the ponies she had mutated within her very womb.
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Thing began her experiments, she built into the ponies’ brains a complex function. An alter ego. It was a static neural imprint that saved the state of the pony’s brain before they were brainwashed. The alter ego resided in unused parts of the brain. When activated, it allowed the pony to act as how he or she would have before being brainwashed. The brainwashed consciousness of the pony was able to observe as the alter ego took control of the body and made decisions. Once deactivated, the brainwashed consciousness could learn from how the alter-ego acted but the alter ego was reset to the saved imprint, the alter-ego learning nothing from its new experiences, existing as a static mind state to be reset to. The brainwashed consciousness would then take back control of the body while the alter ego was ready to be used once more. This allowed an accurate simulation of how ponies would act to an invasion while she and her children watched the simulation from within the brains of the participants.
Thing began with a simple experiment. A control experiment if you will, where the outcome is thought to be known and expected. She infected one of the ponies with a virus. It was a simple and commonly used tactic of biological warfare that her species employed. Viruses were nanobots whose only purpose was to create more of itself. The virus was infused with many of the most effective techniques of viral spread found in her home galaxy. Such viral techniques were never seen in Equestria and therefore natural selection on this planet had developed no defenses to these viruses. However, she also placed a simple termination sequence that would automatically terminate the virus simultaneously after three hours. She also added anti-lethality functions that would deactivate the virus before the immune system could react, she did not want resident ponies possibly developing resistance. Thing was pretty sure that this classical method of spreading herself to new hosts would be extremely effective. However, it may be too effective. Viruses were not controllable. Once released, it was impossible to control their actions beyond the instructions encoded into them at the start. In fact, Thing worried that three hours might be too long. However, she was reasonably sure that the virus wouldn’t reach Ponyville, right?
Wrong. It only took her super-virus a staggering 23 minutes to infect 99% of Seaward Shoals. She had severely underestimated the sheer effectiveness of utilizing several new virus transmission methods that Equestria had no defense against. After a train left the station with the virus inside the ponies, she almost made the assimilated conductor stop the train from leaving. However, she simply watched with morbid curiosity, she was receiving too much good data to stop now. She was able to easily detect when her children were infected by the virus she created but she expected it to spread a bit beyond Seaward Shoals so she programmed the viruses to ping the hivemind with a quantum beacon before they self terminated, allowing her hivemind a mental “heat map” of sorts. Spatial awareness was also helped by the masses of animals in the Everfree that worked as an antenna array to provide spatial awareness to the virus’s quantum “ping” to her hivemind network.
As the train stopped in the next town about 46 minutes later, Thing was starting to get nervous. She could no longer monitor the spread of the virus because none of her children were being infected. Beyond stopping the train entirely, she had no control over the spread of the virus before it terminated itself. An hour and a half later, the train stopped at a junction, a train station hub where many of the railways met. If Thing were expressing her feelings through a physical body then she might have started hyperventilating. Again, her curiosity caused her to hesitate. As the train stopped and the ponies left the train, she realized that she had lost control of her experiment. Fear crept into her mind. She feared discovery by the only being perhaps more biologically advanced than herself, Blossomforth.
Thing had avoided contact with Blossomforth’s hivemind partition whenever possible because she was scared of what Bloss could do to her if she were to be discovered. Thing also noticed that as she continued to expand her own hivemind and strengthen herself that she and Blossomforth were growing apart. The extended periods of no contact between Thing and Blossom was weakening the hivemind link between them. Blossomforth even seemed to be forgetting about her. Thing no longer had the access to Blossomforth’s mind that she once did and Blossomforth also did not have the influence over Thing that she once did. Overall, this development was good for Thing as she had to worry less about Blossomforth potentially spying on her or manipulating her mind. To think that she had once worried about her mind weakening, to be completely absorbed to the pony’s dominant mind, the very memory of her struggle to think freely and exist made her shiver. She had come a long way from that. On the other tentacle, however, Thing was less able to sense what Blossomforth was doing and the possibility of gaining access to the hierarchal hivemind designs was quickly becoming remote. It was a real shame, but if Thing had tried to reach into Blossom’s mind and copy the information, Blossomforth would have surely found her and dominated her with her stronger mind and abilities before Thing could really put the designs to use. However, now that she had huge masses of biomass at her disposal and a stronger, more independent mind, the lack of contact with Blossomforth weakened the link, limiting her ability to try to steal the information.
Thing was paralyzed with fear and curiosity as she pondered the risks of allowing her experiment to run its course, the conductor was the only assimilated specimen she had present at the station. She invaded his mind and forced his eyes to glance to the right, where his memory told her the billboard containing the departure times for each train were located. There were only 35 minutes before the virus self terminated. The next train to Ponyville left in five minutes and arrived 24 minutes after, giving the virus a whole 6 minutes to spread after arriving. Absolutely unacceptable.
The eyes of the conductor pony glazed over as Thing assumed direct control. The pony’s interior organs, especially his digestive system began to wriggle and perform strange muscular movements that organs had no right to perform. A smooth and moist tentacle slid out of the conductor’s anus and dropped to the floor. An eyeball extruded itself from the tip of the tentacle, looking around. She had to get to train #57 and stop if from arriving to Ponyville on time. Thing slithered herself to the engineering room’s doorway to the outside, and slipped her shapeshifting, muscular body through a crack in the door.
Her tentacle body fell from the side of the train engine and impacted the ground with a dull splat, impacting the gravel beside the train tracks. Above her, the platform where thousands of ponies were rushing to their trains emanated a babble of conversation and noise. Thing violently transformed her sliver of tentacle into a hummingbird, violent noises and grotesque gore folding, growing and forming.
She quickly buzzed into the air in the form of a hummingbird, still slightly slimy and wet from the transformation. The liquid rapidly absorbed into her body. She shot out from the space between the train and the platform, soaring high above the crowded station, zipping back and forth, looking for the badge with the matching number on one of the trains. There! The train was just exiting the station. She began flying towards it. Flying over hundreds of ponies heads she managed to catch the train as it began speeding up. The train kept getting faster and she couldn’t keep up in flight so she dove down on top and four spidery exoskeleton legs stabbed themselves out of her chest, emerging covered in blood. Her little hummingbird body shriveled and withered. More small tentacles stabbed themselves out of her body with eyes on the end.
She had quickly transformed herself into a spidery amalgamation with four legs and two eyestalks emerging from the hummingbird husk. She clung to the speeding train with her microscopic spider claws and quickly skittered to the front of the train. Once again she dissolved her body, transforming into a tiny tentacle, organically stuck and seemingly fused to the side of the metallic train with an epidermis covered in microscopic gecko setae and slid down the side, squishing herself through the door’s crack and into the engineering room. Once through the crack she slithered on the ceiling, utilizing her ever so useful organic adherence and extruded another eye. She found her target, another conductor. She continued to slither on the ceiling, sliding and silently watching the conductor from above until she was directly above him and then deformed her setae, dropping from the ceiling and onto his head.
The conductor flinched, distracted, but before he could even act Thing forced herself into his ear, rapidly fusing, assimilating and liquifying his ear canal and following his cochlear nerve directly into his skull, giving her wormy body access to his brain. Of course her body excreted a numbing agent and hijacked nerve endings wherever she touched them so he would only feel pain for a fraction of a second. She quickly sealed and rebuilt his inner ear behind her, sealing herself inside his brain. She squirmed to the correct part of his brain and hijacked his motor functions, shortly after, she forced his brain into unconsciousness. She accessed his memories and skills and went to work, using his body to slow down the train. Now it would arrive in about 35 minutes, a few minutes after the virus self terminated.
Thing allowed herself to relax and checked on her children. The virus had spread to all of her children. The virus itself was fairly inert and harmless beyond taking the resources it needed to spread. She marveled at how efficiently it spread through the population.
Thing nervously waited. She spent the next 15 minutes stealing some fat cells and nutrients from the assimilated conductor as well as some food from the small refrigerator inside the engine room to quickly create herself a new body. Finally, just as Ponyville was emerging into view in the distance she felt the beginning of the termination. The viruses immediately stopped multiplying and utilized the resources of the cells they inhabited to broadcast their position to the hivemind before they dissolved into harmless proteins. They were designed to emit this broadcast for about five minutes, allowing Thing to get a good feel for where they spread before they disintegrated.
There was something wrong, Thing felt the virus’s beacon in front of her. Oh no, the virus’s signature was coming from Ponyville! Thing quickly transformed into a falcon and dived out the window as the train arrived and flew high into the sky. She modified her eyes to see a green glow where the virus had spread. Looking at one side of the town a green glow emanated from dozens of ponies. Then she saw, there were ponies arriving from an adjacent town. She followed the distant green trail indicating the virus’s extent of propagation, it had originated from the town’s own train station, an adjacent train carrying her virus had spread it to Ponyville before their delayed train even arrived!
Panicking, Thing quickly utilized the last strands of her connection to Blossomforth to sense her position. It was difficult but Thing could sense Blossomforth’s presence inside Anon’s house. There was no green glow emanating from their house. Relief washed through her hivemind but it was short lived. The virus was only a few blocks away from spreading to where Blossomforth was!
That was way too close! Thing had severely underestimated the effectiveness of her super-virus in spreading. She could see why her ancestors were so effective, such powerful techniques would quickly infect and assimilate millions of ponies. Thing was angry at herself, she had lucked out on this one. What if the virus had spread to Blossomforth? What if Blossom had been vigilant and noticed the virus rapidly spreading inside her body and recognized the ancestor’s designs inside? Thing shivered. She would have to be much more careful. She could not afford to alert Blossomforth before she was prepared. She would have to utilize much slower but much more controllable techniques of assimilation. When she could no longer hide herself from Blossomforth, she would release a blitzkrieg of infection.
If Blossomforth was alerted early, she might finally decide to stop being passive and instead begin to assimilate ponies and amass her own army of biomass. Worse, she could prepare and inoculate organisms against assimilation, spread her own virus that could make it difficult or impossible to quickly assimilate ponies, making it much more difficult or perhaps even impossible for her to achieve world domination easily. No, in order to ensure her victory her preparations and advantage had to be overwhelming. Blossomforth needed to be trapped and starved of biomass with no escape.
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Thing spent the next few days doing her experiments. Her children were very helpful, telling her where she could improve and just trying to help in general as she experimented with many different methods of spreading herself to new flesh in a controlled manner. Thing was frustrated with herself. When she began to lose control of her virus, she began to panic and uncontrolled emotions flared within her hivemind. This was dangerous, she could not allow her emotions to cloud her judgement more than they already did.
Thing was much more careful with how she designed her experiments this time. She started with methods that she suspected would be the most controllable but not as effective at spreading. She began with a simple mouse plague. The mice were able to comprehend simple programmed instructions. She prepared her plague in the everfree. Multiple animals were sacrificed to create a grotesque birthing machine that rapidly processed the biomass taken from the donor animals and rapidly gestate mouse clones into adulthood, spitting out the mice from a vaginal orifice like a factory.
The mice being clones were dull creatures. Their minds were mostly blank besides the basic skills that Thing was able to upload into their brains and what was needed to operate as an almost mindless minion. Thing programmed the mice to first enter Seaward shoals, find any pony they could and bite them. From there, the mouse’s body would fuse to the pony victim and begin to merge with them, accelerating the assimilation process. The mice were also programmed to find ways into the pony domiciles and, perhaps most importantly, they were programmed to not leave the town.
The experiment was a relative success. However the mice did not know how to quickly silence their targets. The result was that the test subjects panicked for a few seconds before the assimilation took its course. There was the worry, however, that some other pony would see the assimilation and run for help. There was also the problem of ponies screaming when they saw a mouse fuse to their bodies. In her simulation there were a few worrying instances where a second pony would be alerted a few seconds before they were assimilated. There weren’t many pegasi so it wasn’t too much of a problem. Usually the best way to assimilate a pony was to go for the mouth so that they could not alert a pony. She would have to find a more stealthy method or somehow block the skies as an avenue of escape.
The next method that she tried was a reactive method instead of a vermin invasion. In this iteration she focused on a more stealth method. The plan was to program assimilated subjects to activate if a few conditions were met. First, to the best of the subject’s knowledge, there were no ponies or sapient species observing. Second, they were in a position of trust with their victim. It didn’t have to be much, perhaps the target was less alert and more trusting around them because they were the same species or non-hostile. Third, a new neural module in the infected pony’s brain would act as a short range electromagnetic telepathy device. It would send a short interrogation burst. If the target pony was already assimilated then the appropriate response would be transmitted. If no response was heard then the pony would activate. Thing focused on utilizing the tongues of the animals and ponies. Tongues were ideal because they were already a somewhat flexible muscle and more of it could be hidden down the throat, allowing for a long hidden and extendable tentacle ready to strike a target. This required minimal mutation and was easily hidden as a normal looking tongue. She upgraded the muscle into the frighteningly efficient alien tentacle muscle that she so favored, turning them into long tentacles that would aim for the mouths of the targets and dive down their throats, silencing their voice while they were assimilated. It was an effective method because it also blocked their access to oxygen which would quickly weaken them as they succumbed to the assimilation.
The best part about this method is that assimilated subjects would act perfectly normally and the subjects themselves would have no idea that they were assimilated or that anything was different so they would be the perfect vehicles to catch the targets off guard. It could even start innocently enough, a pony sticking their tongue out wasn’t that strange but when it starts to keep sliding out it could quickly dive out and catch the other pony by surprise. Once the assimilated ponies activated, they would quickly use their tentacles to silence and assimilate their targets. As a secondary backup, if the target pony somehow avoided the tentacle deep-throating them, all the predator had to do was touch the victim’s skin with their tongue and fuse to them. At this point they were infected and the result was inevitable unless the victim immediately amputeted the touched part of their body which was unlikely.
Thing implemented her test. This method was much more slow and methodical. However it seemed to be much more stealthy and didn’t lead to any alarms. She carefully programmed infected subjects to only activate under the correct circumstances. The assimilation aggressively targeted the nervous system and the brain as it spread, in order to quickly neutralize the target and return to “normal” interaction. After the assimilation occured, both the activated subject and the victim were forced to forget the past minute. The assimilation only took about seven seconds to cause the target to stop moving and only another five seconds for the assimilation to take control of the brain. At this point the tentacle would retract and the victim would also be primed to activate on new victims. Afterwords, the assimilation occurred slowly and methodically, slowly mutating the subject’s tongue, throat, and brain to be primed for another attack.
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Thing spent the next few days testing her techniques over and over until she was sure that they would reliably work in a real situation. She favored stealthy techniques that had a low chance of discovery by an unassimilated pony. However, she also tested the more quick and violent techniques. Sudden and violent stampedes of animals from the everfree. Birds that blocked the sky, vermin that invaded through the sewers. Ravenous animals that body slammed and fused themselves to any pony in sight, using their sense of smell to route out any hidden survivors. A zombie blitzkrieg. As violent as this was, it was very quick and even controllable. It had the downside of causing ponies to panic and would cause perhaps noticeable gaps in assimilated ponies memory and even cause noticeable damage to the environment. Needless to say, she would save the more quick and violent techniques for later and unleash the bioweapons when she was fairly certain that she could no longer hide from Blossomforth.
Her goal was to guide and control civilization, not destroy it. Without an intelligent civilization to utilize, her ultimate goal of becoming space faring and dominating the galaxy was not very likely. As she completed her experiments, she mentally prepared herself. Tomorrow she would begin the first phase of her expansion but she decided to rest and contemplate for the night after weeks of testing. There was no doubt that once she began her expansion, she would have little to no time to focus on anything else.
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Thing had considered wiping the memories of the ponies in Seaward Shoals but the way she had assimilated them was so intimate, personal, and motherly that she couldn’t make herself do it. The ponies were brainwashed. She had explained to them her plans and corrupted their minds with a kind of forced sense of empathy and trust. Although forced, their cooperation had proved to provide valuable insight into flaws in her simulations that she had not considered. They received bursts of dopamine every time she praised them and every time they helped her.
Despite the obvious benefits she had received from their help, she could not help but wonder if she had dulled their minds by forcing them to behave in such a way. If they could not have performed better under their own free will. She decided to perform one more experiment before she continued with the next stage of her plans. She would start with the pony she knew best. Kevin.
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Kevin woke up from a very vivid dream. All sorts of insane and fantastical thoughts raced through his mind, contradictory and disorienting. He raised a hoof to his temple as he sat up in his bed, dazed and confused. He didn’t remember what day it was, if it was morning or evening. He did remember her. The creature, the monster, the mother. Kevin suddenly looked up. There she was, laying at the end of his bed on her side, Alexa. However, he knew immediately from the piercing, intelligent stare that this being was not truly Alexa. It only looked like her.
Kevin’s heart rate rose rapidly, complicated instinctual feelings of fear and love came to his mind. He rapidly pieced the puzzle together in his mind. The information she gave him about her plans, how she loved and cared for him. He seemed to have been stuck somewhat in a haze ever since he was consumed by her. His free will never fully unleashed, unable to think thoughts about her that weren’t positive. But now he could freely think. He opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t know what to call her. She looked like Alexa but she most certainly wasn’t her.
“Just call me Amber. I suppose it is my chosen pony name, and yes I can hear your thoughts.” Thing’s lips slowly twitched into a very slight smile and she closed her eyes, her brow creasing in slight frustration. “I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to you calling me mom either.”
Kevin fully understood what Amber was, the idea behind it. The information had been downloaded directly into his mind.
“A-Are you really…”
“Yes, I am. I am the entity that will lead your species into becoming something greater than yourself. I will free your body and mind from the shackles of your flawed and degrading bodies.”
Kevin’s stare hardened as he began to fully process the information already inside his mind. She was an alien entity, more biologically advanced than any pony thought was possible.
“I have never done this before,” said Amber.
Kevin blinked himself out of his thousand yard stare and made eye contact.
“As you may have deduced, I am almost completely devoid of true experience when it comes to social activity. I have been learning from other’s memories and experiences to act in a stealthy and manipulative manner in the social domain but as an experiment and to sate my curiosity I have decided to remove any mental inhibitions that I placed on your mind and simply converse with you, my child. I have never freely conversed with another being before without mental manipulation and I want you to be my first. You are special, I believe you are the first pony that I have had a, hmmn, how do I put this. A, ah, an intimate mammalian connection with.”
Kevin stared at Amber with amazement. She looked a bit uncomfortable and embarrassed. She looked to the side, her shoulders and hooves were scrunched against herself. She looked so beautiful and cute, out of her element and exposing her vulnerability, her inexperience in communicating with another intelligent creature. Kevin smiled. Despite being raped, eaten, mutated, brainwashed, rebirthed, used as a bomb, and rebirthed again by this flesh monstrosity he couldn’t help but think of her as a cute and awkward filly.
“Wow. You are like a goddess, descending from the heavens to reshape the pony race to your will. I understand that you are not ‘adapted’, as you might say, to social or intimate relationships but I think I can help you with that. When it comes to your plans for Equestria, I think I can actually see where you are coming from. I have read a lot of science fiction and to be honest it simply makes sense that a superior species would dominate the inferior. I’m so happy and grateful that you have been kind enough to allow the pony race to exist instead of just using us up and killing all of us. To be completely honest as I’m sure you can read my mind, I’m still frightened of you but you seem to be at least somewhat reasonable and I don’t think I would mind if you were the supreme ruler of Equestria. You at least seem to care about us, your children. I even think I could help you, give you advice from the perspective of a pony. I’m rambling, right?”
Kevin nervously fiddled with his hooves and gave Amber a shaky and giddy grin. Amber responded with a wide and predatory smile, she laughed and showed off her sharp pointy teeth. Her laugh was melodic and beautiful, one of his favorite things about Alexa.
“Hmmm, even after deep analysis of a mind, it is difficult to predict what it will think of next. I see you have a very open mind, Kevin. I appreciate that. Does my existence disturb you, Kevin? Are you worried about the fate of your race under my dominion? Your mind, a free mind, makes me curious, you are interesting and I wouldn’t mind keeping you around and take you with me as I conquer Equestria.”
“Well, yes. You do disturb me a little but I think I can learn to get used to you. I mean right now you look like a perfectly normal pony except for perhaps your teeth and your slitted eyes, heh.” Kevin paused, something warm slid against his inner thigh and began pulsating. He hesitated for a second. “You can turn your body into anything you want, right? Transform?”
Thing’s smile split her face in half her cheeks splitting apart, her tongue slid out of her mouth and licked her own eyeball with a sensual caressing motion. Kevin’s eyes widened, what had he gotten himself into with that comment and thought?
“Why yes I can, Kevin. Sexual intercourse has to be one of the best things that has come from breaking the rigid mental state the ancestors forced me into. You know, my ancestors usually forbid us seeds from even thinking about sex. They see it as a distraction and deprived us of the ability to feel that kind of pleasure.”
Kevin froze. He didn’t know if he should be feeling fear or anticipation. Thing leered at his discomfort, she enjoyed it.
“Tell you what, Kevin. I’ll make you a deal. We have some time before tomorrow. This is the first time I will have had sex with a consenting partner that can think straight. Yes, I know that you want it. I’ll use you as my play toy and enjoy your flesh and mind. However, after I am done I will allow you to use me. I won’t stop you from using my body however you see fit. I will even allow you to control your own body and transform it into any form you see fit, I’ll even help you since you are inexperienced. I think I might enjoy seeing things from the point of view of prey. A simulation if you will. What say you?”
Thing could smell the musky pheromones emanating from Kevin. She smiled her trademark wolfish, shark-toothed smile.
“Excellent.”