"Zecora" By chucklefarts (https://pastebin.com/u/chucklefarts) URL: https://pastebin.com/4qPmnLAb Created on: Wednesday 21st of August 2019 12:47:38 AM CDT Retrieved on: Friday 23 of October 2020 10:55:00 AM UTC She swung silently from tree to tree, a slithering mass of silently swinging tentacles. The flesh was furry, resembling the fur of a brown pony but her flesh was flexible and could change shape at will, growing longer and shorter rapidly. She loved her nightly roams of the everfree. She loved tasting and feeling new flesh become a part of herself. She grew tired sometimes of the stifling and irritating process of social interaction, it was really not her forte, just a curiosity that grew as she discovered and explored her ability to care and love, fostered by that cute little human. However, it was liberating sometimes to just leave that all behind and freely assimilate, or even become more primitive and tear raw inefficient teeth into her prey and wriggle her tentacles through the warm wet blood and frightened flesh of her prey. Tonight she did just that. Another rabbit speared by her serrated, bone tipped tentacle. Her mouth smiled and it widened unnaturally with her slitted leering eyes glowing in the dark, her teeth became sharper and longer, growing out of her gums as her face leapt forward from the darkness to grotesquely bathe her face in gore and delicious meat. This is what she was meant to do. It was better than any grotesque masturbational sexual experiment she could dream of. Another tentacle slithered into a fox's underground den and she shivered in pleasure as her flesh fused to that of a sleeping fox. The fox yelped but it was too late, its flesh quickly turned, dissolving and becoming a part of the tentacle. It struggled but soon it weakened and most of its body now belonged to her. Delicious flesh liquified and filled her, fueling her body. Another morsel consumed. Sometimes however, she enjoyed just capturing her prey without eating it. She had done this before to a cat. It had a collar and wasn't really a challenge to catch because it was domesticated. She had snuck up on it and snatched it into the air. It helplessly wriggled and writhed as her tentacles slid around it's body suspending it in mid air. She studied the cat curiously, touching it everywhere but eventually she let it go. It looked horribly bewildered and scared as it scampered away at top speed. A girly giggle escaped the monster as she let her prey escape. However, one day she decided to go out a bit early. It was almost twilight, one of those long summer days when the most beautiful colors appear at a late sunset. Suddenly in the distance she heard yelling. "Someone, help me, please!" The scream sounded desperate. Curiously she quickly swung her way closer. "Aaahgg!" Then she heard a lion's roar and a sickening crunch. Then nothing but gurgles. She poked her head out of the bushes and saw a lion, no, a manticore tearing its teeth into the belly of a zebra. The zebra's legs were twisted at strange angles but her face was the most horrible. Tears shone and her eyes gazed into the beautiful multicolored twilight on the horizon as she began to die. The manticore froze. Something unexpected happened. It looked back to see spears of raw red muscular tentacle muscling and spearing though its flesh. The tentacles violently swam and extended inside of the beast. Then the manticore's skull promptly split apart and the face of a cute and terrifying monster emerged from inside the manticore taking its place as tentacles quickly fused and absorbed the vitality out of the manticore. Alien efficiency from another galaxy displayed itself. Thing perched her octopus resembling body on the manticore and sucked the life out of it like a vampire. The manticore's still living cells were quickly converted and homogenized, absorbed into the monster's flesh. Squirting blood and gore were absorbed and dried up. In a few seconds, there was no more manticore, only the Thing. The zebra's eyes slowly turned to watch with a vague sense of confusion, robbed of their peaceful acceptance of death and their beautiful fading view of the multicolored twilight. They started to glaze over. The zebra's throat was slit and bubbles of air burbled out of the blood. Thing sighed, she should really not be doing this but she had taken a liking to the quaint and cute equines of this planet. She had met this zebra before at the market and they had a pleasant conversation. She almost rolled her eyes as she slithered two tentacles up to the bleeding jugulars and fused her tentacles to the open blood vessels, closing the wound and pumping freshly oxygenated blood compatible with her blood type into the zebra's rapidly dying brain. Suddenly the zebra blinked with new alertness, her brain having been given new life and she gurgled with surprise as she saw the bloodstained face of a pony she had met before hovering in front of her and tentacles descending onto her mangled body. The gore and blood were quickly becoming absorbed into the pony's face, cleaning it and making it look pristine. She tried to talk but only more bubbles appeared from her slit throat. "Yeah, yeah, I know I'm secretly a horrifying alien shapeshifter monster. Just stop talking while I mend you up, you're making it more difficult." Zecora just watched in amazement as her mangled organs were repaired by these astonishing tentacles that seemed to be donating organic matter to her and repairing the holes in her body. Disturbingly, tentacles slid over her, absorbing the blood on her fur. With her throat and lungs sealed up she began coughing and blood sprayed out of her mouth and her throat cleared up. Then she began breathing normally and the tentacles that were feeding her blood unfused themselves from her jugular and sealed the wound before they retracted. Zecora shivered as she slowly rolled over and breathed with a panting nervousness, staring at Thingpone as she caught her breath. "So, you're not a runner, huh? I don't usually reveal my true form to anyone I don't know very well but you seemed nice enough when I met you before." The bloodstained monstrosity was huge with enormous tentacles slowly absorbing the last of the gore on the floor and the blood on its body. It’s pony head and face perched on top was tiny in comparison to its hulking tentacle body. Zecora simply coughed, took a deep breath. "I don't know what to say, you have singlehoofedly kept my death at bay. As nervous as I may be, as monstrous as the being is in front of me I see, I know firsthoof that appearances are not all, I must thank you strange creature for saving me. I know I have seen your face before, perhaps we can get to know each other more." Thing was astonished at the quick acceptance and lack of prejudice the zebra had. She revealed herself to a few ponies and had to quickly catch them and manipulate their brains to forget about her because they panicked and tried to run. She thought that Zecora would simply be the same. It was Thing's turn to be nervous. She had never had a pony friend before. She kept herself distant to everyone except Anon. "Wow, I didn't think that anyone besides Anon would want to be friends after seeing what I really am. You do know that I'm a predator, right? When I tore that manticore's face apart and sucked his juicy flesh into myself, I enjoyed it. You ponies are herbivores. Who would want to be friends with a monster like me?" Thing twiddled two of her tentacles together nervously as she waited for the zebra's response. She was trying to hide her hopefulness but it shone through her eyes. Zecora laughed and tears letting go of her nervousness and fear streamed from her eyes. "Never before had I dreamed, that such a sight I would see! A kindhearted monster has saved me it would seem, come, I invite you for tea in my tree! What a wonderous discovery! Won't you join me while I make my recovery? I have countless questions and things to discuss, you look perhaps inexperienced with this but don't worry I won't make a fuss." Thing mulled it over in her mind. Was this the first step to opening up her true self to the world? She decided she would try. If they tried to burn her at the stake she could simply break her promise to Anon and begin her hivemind's takeover of all this world's flesh. No, that would be horrible. She had to give this a try. She looked back up at the zebra. "You're really good at rhyming, you know that?" Zecora laughed. "That I am. It's a way to deal with stress, I don't have to rhyme all the time though. Speaking frankly, you have me very nervous. All of my instincts as my ancient ancestor's role as prey animals tell me to run from you but I cannot ignore your kindness. Thank you for not eating me." Thingpone smiled her razor sharp teeth with her huge mouth. Zecora blinked and raised an eyebrow. Thing’s mouth shrank dramatically and her teeth dulled and became pony molars. "You're welcome. I'll accept your offer and I'll meet you at your tree in a bit. I'll be back in my pony form by then. Also, if you tell anyone about me then perhaps our predator prey relationship will be taken off hold. Capishe?" Zecora smiled back at the monster. "I will await you, my new friend. I surely hope this isn't the end." Thing sighed, she had assimilated a full grown dragon before and she was nowhere near as nervous as she was now. "Alright, I'll see you soon. Try not to run into another manticore before I get there."