There was nothing but the warmth of the sun on the slowly shifting epidermis and the blast of light that burst into various organic apertures.  Thingpone lay in the bottom of a crater bowl, a deformed soup of various external organs.  Some of the more animalistic mouthes were sobbing softly and some eyes and noses were dribbling with tears or mucus.  Thing lay there, taking in the blue sky and the sounds of birds finally beginning to chirp after being scared out of their wits.   She wondered what she had done to deserve such a fate.
 
Thing was suddenly consumed with a sense of frustration.  Damn that evil meteor!  It turned her life upside down without a second thought!  The injustice of it all made her flesh boil quite violently.  Why her, why did she have to be victimized by random chance.  She may have messed up a few times but she wasn’t a bad pony!  Seeing the injustice and deciding that the universe itself was out to get her, she rebelled.  She would be the master of her own fate!  Random chance and circumstance be damned!
 
Thing assessed her situation. What could she do?  Her body was alien.  Every time she had tried to move, it would only result in a few weak splats.  The learned muscle memory she was accustomed to was useless.  She had no frame of reference, no instinct to guid-
 
No sooner had the though crossed her mind a powerful migraine formed.  From the aether, the same way you finally realize where you left your keys, Thing accessed a part of her mind she had never used before.  She concentrated.  Like a neglected muscle an eye was slowly raised up with a teardrop shaped structure of organic mass almost like the the eye of Sauron.  She almost lost concentration as she saw her utterly horrifying form.  Getting an idea, she concentrated and the soup of limbs, and other appendages slowed to a stop.  She felt a random limb and twitched it, a spider leg.  She tried not to think of her arachnophobia as she willed the limb to be consumed by the soup.  It made some disturbing insect-like cracking noises as it deformed and became engulfed.  She repeated the process, each time she tried to increase the number she simultaneously consumed.  Exoskeletons creaked, hooves cracked, bones snapped, teeth crunched, and eyeballs popped as they were all consumed.  All that was left was the Tower of Sauron and a sea of muscle.
 
Now to get out of this Celestia forsaken crater.
 
The organic puddle began to flow up to the lip of the crater like a river in rewind.  It was like an amoeba/snail hybrid.  After finally making it out, Thing grew a mouth to sigh with relief.  She could feel the soft grass beneath her… muscle and she smiled.
 
Next was the hard part, or so she thought.  Thing imagined her old self, Blossomforth, and willed her to be formed in flesh.  It seemed that her new mind also had an organic memory.  Blossomforth felt her familiar form begin to shape.  Bone grew into place, muscle flowed around the skeleton and organs grew out of the muscle. The eye at the top of the tower popped into place in her newly formed skull, skin and fur grew everywhere, and wings sprouted on Blossomforth’s back.
 
Standing up proudly like she had just climbed a mountain was Blossomforth.
 
“I’M BACK BABY!”
 
For the first time since she discovered she was a monster, Blossomforth felt a real sense of hope.  Everything was going to be just fine!  Giddy with excitement she tested her flexibility.  Headsit(https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2014/4/27/610961.jpeg)?  Easy.  Triplefold?  Child’s play.  Autocunnilingus (https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2015/2/25/837083.png)?  Wet.  Her dream career of being a contortionist was all but secured.  All she needed to do now to be world class was to improve her acrobatic technique.
 
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a squirrel.  She loved squirrels, they were one of the most naturally acrobatic animals out there.  It was interesting how easily they could leap from tree to tree, how they could balance on a wire, how their physical form was predisposed to agility.
 
Blossomforth slowly stepped forward as she watched the squirrel.  It easily scurried from branch to branch above her, it’s claws allowed it to climb like a spider on the bark, it’s tail helped it balance.  She needed to know more, she was hungry for more.  There was sure to be a wealth of genetic knowledge in this squirrel.  
 
Suddenly, like a jack in the box Thingpone’s neck lengthened and her head shot forward.  Her head split in half into a wide gaping maw with rows of teeth dripping with silava and eyes on the circumference.  Her tongue shot ahead of her head like a bullet and ensnared the squirrel.  Just as suddenly her head and tongue retracted, her tongue dragging the surprised squirrel down her throat into her stomach before it could even squeak in terror.
 
The natural instinct of Thingpone took over. Blossomforth could not think, her mind overflowed with pleasure at the wealth of biological information the squirrel contained.  It’s memories, it’s skills, it’s genes were all copied and stored in her vast biological database.  It’s original consciousness was also frozen in stasis.  The squirrel’s body and mind were now a part of her.  It was total bliss.
 
Thingpone’s body suddenly began shrinking until she took the form of the squirrel.  She dashed up the tree, suddenly a new world of branches in a forest were hers to explore.  She leaped from branch to branch, running with wild abandon.  She spotted a bird and suddenly changed her direction leaping towards the sparrow.  The bird started to fly away out of reach. No matter, she melted into a sinuous form of muscle and eyes, grasped the branch with her muscle, catapulted herself into the direction of the bird, and formed herself into a large mouth that engulfed the sparrow.  She finished assimilating the bird as she was halfway to the forest floor and she took the form of the sparrow, soaring through the branches darting and navigating through the branches like no pony could.  Another wave of bliss and Blossomforth was suddenly able to think again.  She fell out of the sky and smacked the forest floor with a loud splat.  Blossomforth’s body emerged out of the goop.
 
“Wow. That was crazy.”
 
Blossomforth felt a bit guilty about assimilating the small creatures but it felt so right to acquire and use the biological information.  She came up with an idea.  What if she built the bird and squirrel their old body and transplanted their consciousness into it.  That might work, her instinct was telling her yes.  She pictured the squirrel and bird emerging out of her flesh with their consciousness intact.
 
As soon as the bird and squirrel were released the bird flopped on its side as it tried to run away and the squirrel jumped as high as it could over and over.
 
“Oh, boy I think I did that wrong.  Let me fix you up!”
 
Her tongue shot out of her mouth and forked to each animal.  She diffused her tongue into each of their brains, making contact, switched their consciousness, and modified their memory to forget the last five minutes.
 
She released the squirrel and sparrow from her tongue. The squirrel and sparrow looked at her in confusion.  Blossomforth innocently whistled a tune.  The bird flew away and the squirrel hopped away uncertainly.
 
“Man! I am not sure how that happened, but it felt amazing!”
 
She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she assimilated others.  Maybe she could be a unicorn or even have hands like Anon!
 
The fact that she could assimilate others and put them back filled her with confidence.
 
Her new experience of masturbation was fun but it could not replace the unique feeling of having sex with another.  Masturbation was just too predictable.  Anon might be receptive to a relationship, she had caught him spying on her stretching many times, and she knew that he was an enormous sexual deviant like her.  If not, she could just assimilate him, modify his memory, and perhaps try again.
 
Her need to assimilate all biological data grew stronger as her confidence rose.  She would have to be careful but was ready to take Ponyville by storm.