Anonthingfilly
1
She engulfs you becoming partially amorphous and shifts you inside her so that you are forced into her flexible and stretchable womb which forms around you.Her powerful, cheating muscles clench around you as you helplessly struggle, trapped inside her. A wet and warm matrix drenches you.You yell at her to release you but she softly smiles and softly whispers "no" as she snuggles her grotesquely large belly with you inside.
An umbellical cord slithers itself to your belly button and fuses to you, pumping oxygen rich blood directly into your blood stream. Slowly and helplessly, your body mutates into that of a small green filly. Once your transformation is complete, she births you from her womb. Her wet vaginal lips slide across your face as you are birthed they are the first things you see.As soon as your head pops out of her vagina you begin cursing her out. She only giggles as she hears your small squeaky voice. You feel her giggling diaphragm shake and squish you as your lower body is still inside her. "You're being a bad filly you know." Suddenly, your birth stops completely. Only your head sticks out of her vaginal orifice. "Hmm, perhaps you need a five minute time out to cure that potty mouth of yours~" With that, her womb clenches around your body and drags you back inside her. "Wait-!". Your cries are muffled as you are forced back inside Thing's motherly womb.
Five minutes later, you are disgorged, sliding slimily out of Thing's womb and drop to the floor. Thing turns around and looks down on you, giggling with a melodic voice as you struggle to stand on weak and shaky legs. She crouches down and makes eye contact, the abomination appearing as nothing but a kindhearted, motherly mare. Suddenly she began licking her vaginal fluids off of Anonfilly's drenched cheek. Anon winces and pouts in fury as she is humiliated by her new mother's loving licks.
"I- will- destroy- you" Anonfilly's growls. He can barely move, using all his energy to shakily stand as his mother's tentacle-like tongue dances over his fur. She laughs and her tongue performs a quick, complex twist to become a prehensile and flexible tentacle to pinch Anon's furry cheek. "Oh no. You are my daughter now and will behave as such!". A tentacle shaped exactly like an umbellical cord slides out of Thing's vaginal lips and reaches for Anonfilly's belly as it slithers through the air, threatening to fuse back to his belly button. "You don't want to be sent back to time out, do you?". Anon whimpers and begins to cry. Thing quickly retracts the menacing umbellical cord back into her vagina and crouches down to give her daughter a comforting hug. "There, there. I'm your mommy now and I care about you. If you're good maybe I'll rebirth you back to your old human self or maybe I'll let you be the mommy next time and you can give birth to me!"
"R-Really?" Anon asks, a shred of hope glimmering in his eyes.
" Absolutely! Now why don't you eat, I'm sure you're very hungry, we can sleep together tonight as mother and daughter."
"O-okay..." Anon responds timidly.
With that, Thing picks up her diminutive daughter up by the scruff of her neck to the bed and curls around him allowing him to suckle on her crotch tits as they both slowly fall asleep.
“Hey Nony, how you doing today?”
Anonfilly flet his cheek rest against his mother’s soft mammary glands and yawned.
“I doing just fine, Thing. Just let me sleep a few more minutes…”
Thing slid her tentacular tongue out of her mouth and licked her child in the cheek, she playfully poked at Anon’s eyes with her soft tongue until they opened.
“Ok, ok! I’m up, I’m up!”
Anon opened her eyes and saw the mammary gland in front of his face. “Oh what the fuck!” He jumped to her hooves awkwardly and turned around, stumbling. To his horror, he saw the deceptively cute and motherly mare form of Thing with her trademark amber shades laying right next to his diminutive green filly body. She winked and stuck her snakelike tongue out of her mouth to gently lick Anon’s nose in a boop. Anon angrily swatted at the relatively huge tentacle tongue that had poked his snout. Anon’s mouth opened in angry surprise as she noticed that what had happened to him was not a dream.
“You know, Thing. You really are an abomination against nature! I mean, just look at me! I am a man’s brain inside a filly! I’m even thinking cute filly thoughts! It’s horrible! What in the world possessed you to do this to me? No- You know what? I don’t even care! Just let me crawl right back into that eldritch horror you call a womb and gestate me until I turn back into a human or so help me- hmmmff!”
A prehensile tentacle had ambushed him from the side, shoving a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. “Just relax, Anon. It’s only going to be for a little while. I’m doing this for your own good. The ponies around town don’t really like you that much, I would know, I assimilated a few of them!” Thing saw Anon’s horrified look. “Don’t worry! I released them, but not without a little short term memory modification. Gotta preserve these ponies’ innocent little brains and spare them from the memory of a traumatizing assimilation, no?”
Anon finally swallowed his oatmeal but a second tentacle emerged from the ether to stuff his mouth. “Huummnphh!”
Thing gave the pouting filly a stern stare. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, Anon. I’m not going to turn you back into a human until you come back with at least one friend for a sleepover. I’m giving you a second chance and a new face to socialize, this time with children. Perhaps it’s appropriate, given how you tend to act.”
Anon’s eyes widened with fear. He swallowed his oatmeal. “No! Anything but that! I don’t want to participate in those girly things! It’ll be horrible! I hate social activity! Come on Thing, turn me back!”
Thing smiled her motherly ‘wiser than thou’ smile at Anonfilly. “Nope! You’re going to be cute and you’re going to make cute little friends, and you’re going to like it! It’ll be good for you and it’ll teach you some social skills. Now, have you had your fill?”
Anon glumly kicked her hoof into the sheets. “I guess,” she mumbled.
“Good! Now let me...” Anon felt his stomach begin to squirm and quiver. “Hmm, not enough biomass in that oatmeal... Alright Anon, I’m going to need you to open your mouth wide for a second.”
“Wait! What are you doing to my belly? I feel something squirming in there!” Anon looked at Thing’s face, he saw that she had a calculating look on her face. “Oh no, what are you going to do now-” Suddenly, Thing’s tongue shot out of her mouth and slipped into Anon’s mouth. The slippery tongue continued to slide further into his mouth and down into her throat. The tongue turned tentacle began pumping some mysterious fluid down Anon’s throat. Anon’s eyes widened as she watched the tentacle bulge and contract as the substance was forced down its length and into Anon’s stomach. Anon started to cry in fear as she felt her stomach fill with the mysterious substance. Her stomach began bulging but Thing seemed to be modifying her body to accept large volumes of liquid. Finally, Thing was done pumping things into Anon’s stomach and her tongue retracted back into her mouth. Anon could not talk at all, he felt so full.
“Don’t worry, I’m just giving you a bit more biomass so that I can age you into a larger and older filly. It would be a bit awkward for a foal that can barely walk to be going around trying to make friends.”
Sure enough, the biomass that Thing had pumped into Anon began to slide within him, lengthening her limbs, barrel, neck and skull. Anonfilly’s bones creaked as his body expanded and her stomach shrank. Muscle slithered under her fur, rearranging itself into a slightly older and more mature filly. Finally, a filly perhaps a year or two younger than the cutie mark crusaders lay disoriented on the bed. Leaving Anon no time to recover, Thing lept out of the bed and grabbed Anonfilly by the scruff with her mouth and carried her to the door.
“Wait! I said I didn’t need friends! Stop! I’ll be good, I promise! Just let me stay!” Anon’s shoulders scrunched together and he couldn’t move, being carried by the scruff seemed to have paralyzed him. Thing rolled her eyes and morphed a tentacle into existence with a specialized pronged tentacle capable of gripping Anon by the scruff. She transferred anon’s helpless little filly body to her tentacle from her mouth and lifted him eye level in front of her face.
“Anon, we’ve been over this. You’re going out to meet some friends. You get to be a carefree little filly, with no responsibilities but to play with her friends. You should be thanking me.” Thing sprouted another tentacle to open the front door. “Oh, I almost forgot. Here’s some bits for lunch.” Thing sprouted another tentacle to reach across the room and grabbed a five bit piece. She stuck the coin deep inside Anon’s mane. She opened the door and deposited Anon on the front mat. “No go out and make some friends! Also, most importantly, remember to have fun!” She shooed Anon away from the door with her tentacles and slammed the door in front of her.
“But I hate having fun!” Anon pathetically dropped to her belly and reached out for the door. (S)he began to pout and sniffle and the golden bit fell out of her hair in front of her face. With teary eyes, Anonfilly stared at Celestia’s smiling face on the front of the coin. It was just out of reach of his small filly hooves. He lay there, feeling the warm summer sun warm his coat as she pondered the insane reality she lived in.
“Stupid Thingpone and her stupid tentacles.” Anon stuck her tongue out in a frustrated raspberry. Surprisingly her tongue stuck a long way out of her mouth. Horse muzzles were long so their tongues were bound to be longer, Anon reasoned. Wait a minute… Anon wagged her tongue in front of her. It curled and wiggled, were their tongues really that flexible? Man, they could probably give amazing blow jobs.
Anon’s eyes widened as a wonderful idea entered her mind. She curled her surprisingly long tongue upwards and picked her own nose, it slipped easily inside. He felt the dried boogers in her nose and slid her tongue around them trying to extract them. Her tongue wiggled and slithered into the dark corners of his nose, Anon concentrating on trying to prod the booger out of her nose. Finally the booger was dislodged. Anon held it up to her eyes with her surprisingly dexterous tongue to see, ooh yes it was a whopper. Who needed hands anyway! Anon looked at her tongue, it seemed to be pinching together at the tip, the muscles in her tongue pressing together.
Anon stared at her strange new tongue. She had never seen a pony picking their own nose with their tongue. They should be doing it all the time! This was wonderful! What else could the pony anatomy do? Anon concentrated on trying to control his tongue he flexed the tip of his tongue watching it wiggle and tried to do the pinching motion again by flexing her tongue. The tongue was made of two muscles on each side, that was probably how it did the pinching motion. Suddenly Anon’s tongue split in two in front of his face.
Anon’s heart pounded and his eyes widened. No. Fucking. Way. Her heart beated faster as she watched the two sides of her tongue flex and stretch independent of each other. Did he inherit Thing powers? Anon willed more of his tongue to exit his mouth and it obliged kindly. He sat up on his haunches with a very long tongue sticking out of her muzzle. The tongue almost resembled a snake’s tongue, forking at the end. Anon slithered his new tentacle away from his mouth to the ground and placed one fork of the tongue on top of the coin and muscularly slipped the other under the coin for leverage with her new opposable tongue.
Anon sat wide eyed as his tongue grasped the coin in front of his eyes. She reached up with her tongue, tucked the coin in her mane, and retracted her tongue back into her mouth.
“Holy, fucking, shit.” Anonfilly whispered.
2
Anonfilly was walking in the Everfree, still shocked and somewhat frustrated that he had been transformed into a filly, albeit with abilities similar to his motherly abomination that had given birth to him just last night. Thing never seemed to follow the laws of nature, Thing's body cheated and mocked the conventional wisdom of how biology worked. Now it seemed that Anon had inherited at least some part of Thing's strange and powerful biological abilities when she rebirthed him as a filly. He didn’t even know why she was walking in the forest. Perhaps he just wanted to be alone to think.
Anon fiddled with his interesting tentacle tongue appendage, watching it curl around itself in a slippery display of muscular dexterity and flexibility as he pondered his predicament. Bored, Anon retracted her tongue back into her mouth and sighed in her much too high pitched filly voice. She raised her hoof up to look at the bottom, soft pads of her frogs cold be seen as she rotated her foreleg like an arm. So it seemed that Equestria had finally succeeded in assimilating him. He was now an emasculated petite equine.
Anon still felt angry that Thing had forcibly transformed him into a filly but he couldn’t stay mad at her. Whether she planned for it or not, Anon now seemed to have shapeshifting abilities and he was determined to abuse them to the fullest! An evil and creepy grin spread over her face, her cheeks splitting in a monstrous smile that by all rights should not be present on a pure and innocent filly’s smooth face. The face looked cartoonish as it shapeshifted, a smile similar to the Grinch's evil smile. Oh yes, she was going to have some fun! She just needed to figure out how to use her newfound abilities.
Anon was still clumsily trying to figure out how to be a pony, hopefully being an eldritch abomination would be easier. Perhaps he could start with what he already knew how to do. Her tongue seemed to be infinite. The more he willed his tongue to extend, the more would come out. What if he just made it keep coming out? What would happen? Perhaps this would help her learn.
So, with that Anon opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out of her mouth, it just kept sliding out like a snake would, extending in front of her like a strange snake or worm. As more of the tongue continued sliding out she began flexing the muscle to keep it suspended in mid air but it was starting to get heavy. Anon felt something shifting in her belly. She turned her head just slightly and glanced at her side and her eyes widened. Her belly and chest were sunken, her ribs prominently jutting out of her skin. She looked like a holocaust survivor, malnourished. It seemed that her insides were sliding out of her mouth!
The sight of her tongue sliding out of her mouth while her insides seemed to become ejected from her body reminded him of a youtube video he had seen long ago. He suddenly wished he didn't remember it because now he wanted to throw up. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ap8Ts6lv_k0
It didn’t matter. Perhaps he should have stopped but she was committed. More tongue continued to slide out and a veritable anaconda of muscle slithered in front of his face, sliding to the forest floor. As he willed more of it to exit, Anon began to feel strange. Her internal organs were depleted, the tongue cannibalizing their biomass and now her muscles were starting to liquify and convert to tongue. As Anon felt her body begin to really deform and collapse he was getting scared, he decided he had had enough. She could feel his tongue, it was incredibly muscular and flexible like a snake or a tentacle. She experimentally made it curl around and slide on the ground like a snake would, but Anon decided that she liked her internal organs where they were, she was starting to get creeped out.
Slowly and instinctually, Anon retracted his tongue back into his throat, swallowing the muscle as he did. He could feel his belly fill again with the slithering muscle that rapidly mutated into the internal organs they had originally been. Once again, he was a filly again, whole and safe. Anon sighed in relief. There was a lot of complex mutation and transformation that went on to allow him to extend the tongue’s muscle like she did but it seemed to all be handled automatically and instinctually. Anon remembered that his mother could transform into things that she had assimilated. Would he be able to assimilate things as well? He would have to be creative with how he would transform. His tongue was just one small part of his body, if he put his mind to it he should be able to do some interesting things with his other body parts. He had seen his mother mutate in so many strange ways, the possibilities were just endless but with some practice and patience he could slowly learn all the ways he could mutate himself. He had all the time in the world of course and no responsibilities. He could take his time to learn and master-
A somewhat faint but high pitched screech pierced through the Everfree forest. The voices sounded familiar. Where had he heard them before? Oh yeah, it was the trio of annoying little shits, the cutie mark crusaders. What in the world had they gotten themselves into this time? The troublesome trio’s desperately screaming little filly voices made him wince. Those voices could shatter glass. Anonfilly covered her ears to shield her very sensitive filly ears from the annoyance. Because of that he did not hear the approaching commotion.
Anon rolled her eyes and started to turn around but not soon enough. Anon was blindsided by the fillies who burst from the brush with panicked looks on their faces and proceeded to crash directly into Anon. Anon was suddenly tangled in a pile of filly bodies with an unwelcome facefull of Scootaloo’s “sensitive” area humping his face.
“Get off me!” Anonfilly screeched in her cute little filly voice.
The three fillies scrambled to comply. Anon angrily stood up and dusted herself off, angrily glaring at the three fillies.
“You little shits! Watch where you’re running next time! This is the third-”
Anon hesitated as he saw the horrified looks on the three filly’s faces, they seemed to be looking above his face.
“What are you-?”
Anon was interrupted by a deep basal lion’s growl. He had heard the noise before on tv in his home a world away but never with the deep shaking quality that seemed to originate from the earth itself. Multiplied by the fact that he was relatively tiny, Anon felt her tiny bones rattle inside her flesh, she felt the air inside her chest vibrate to the noise.
Horrified, Anon slowly turned her head around and looked up. Looming above was the huge visage of a manticore. Predatory eyes wide and drool sliming down the side of its mouth as the lion’s sharp fanged teeth prominently displayed themselves. This manticore looked very hungry.
Anon didn’t even have time to react before the manticore lunged forward and brought its mouth down to bite Anonfilly’s tiny body, instantly crushing her skull.
Well, this is the end, Anon thought. He cursed his frail filly body, he had no chance to escape or defend himself. He was so weak and tiny. With what he thought would be the last thing he ever thought, he cursed Thing to hell for turning him into a defenseless little filly.
Surprisingly, getting his skull crushed did not produce much pain. Well, the brain didn't have any pain receptors, he reasoned. Wait, how was he able to reason when there were lion fangs piercing straight through his brain?
It didn’t even matter. The manticore savagely crushed her immature little body as it bit her and repeatedly chewed on her like a cat catching and swallowing a mouse (https://youtu.be/A6T6DaXFs5U?t=2m36s).
Anon allowed his body to hang limp in despair and acceptance. He could hear his bones crunching but no longer felt pain, perhaps his neck had snapped, depriving him of any feeling. He could hear the muffled screams of the fillies as he was slowly swallowed, his mangled, broken body forced through the manticore's esophagus, twisting and contorting in the way only a savely crushed corpse could and was finally deposited into the manticore’s claustrophobically small stomach, his grotesquely broken filly body about to be dissolved in stomach acid.
Wait, there was something wrong! By all rights he should be dead by now but he still felt his crushed and mangled limbs twisted inside this beast’s stomach. He should be asphyxiated inside here yet he was still able to think!
Sudden realization immediately caused a euphoric feeling of relief and giddy happiness to burst into his mind. He forgot that his mom had turned him into an incredibly durable and adaptable alien shapeshifter! His body probably didn’t even need oxygen to survive.
Anon now had a very large incentive to quickly figure out how his body worked. If he didn’t act quickly then perhaps the other CMC fillies would be eaten as well. They would not survive being eaten.
Realizing that he had the chance to stop being the victim, Anon’s mindset changed. He focused his thoughts into trying to control his body. He allowed instinct to guide him. He felt the stomach acid trying to eat away at his body and just smoothly decided to soften his flesh and allow the chemicals to aid him in breaking down his body into a viscous goreish organic substance. He had seen his mother do this kind of thing before when she did her more grotesque transformations. But now he would be performing them as well.
Anon put his full will and concentration in trying to learn how to control his body and escape the confines of this fleshy stomach. His whole body dissolved except for his head which he had kept intact for some strange reason. Perhaps he was attached to having a head, it just seemed wrong to be completely dissolved into goo. Anon allowed instinct to guide him, no doubt inherited from his motherly abomination as well. Strong muscular tentacles began to form out of Anon’s cellular goo. Eating him would be the last mistake this manticore would ever make.
The tips of the tentacles began to mutate, forming themselves into sharp serrated spines made of bone. His tentacular weapons were ready to aid in his escape from this digestive prison. As the spines grew, they pushed into the stomach wall, piercing them as anon flexed his tentacles. Anon violently tore through the lion’s stomach and various organs. Anon slashed and tore through the manticore’s abdominals with her sharp tentacles, soaking herself with the blood, gore, and digestive fluids of the lion as she burst through the lion’s chest, destroying the heart in the process. She bust out of the manticore’s chest and belly.
“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Anon’s high pitched battle cry pierced through the air of the everfree as her filly vocal cords strained in a high pitched screech. She looked like an alien octopus, tentacles with bony daggers wildly slashing into the air with her soaked filly head and face perched on top of the flailing tentacles.
Anon, the filly-alien shapeshifter, stood victorious above her enemy, gored and defeated below her.
Breathing heavily, Anon slowly walked down from the top of her enemy’s corpse to the ground. Her tentacles’ bony ends pierced the forest’s soft soil, supporting her filly head. She allowed herself a moment to bask peacefully in her victory. Her long, feminine mane and green fur shimmered in the red blood of her enemy, she closed her eyes for a moment and her face was illuminated in a serene ray of light that filtered through the trees. Her victory was as beautiful as it was violent.
Suddenly, a twig snapped and Anon quickly swiveled her head to the noise and menacingly raised two of her tentacles in a fighting stance and grimaced, ready for a fight. Only to see, quivering at the base of a tree, obviously cornered and about to be eaten by the manticore, the Cutie Mark Crusaiders. They huddled together, trying to appear small, their eyes wide in fear of this new monster that had burst from their predator’s chest.
Anon’s face softened and she smiled just a little. Anon scuttled closer to the fillies, her tentacles moving strangely, somewhat like how a spider would walk. She climbed easily over the manticore, her tentacles swiftly and nimbly navigating her tentacular body over the obstacle to quickly approach the terrified fillies. The fillies squished themselves together in a vulnerable frightened position, trying to sink into the bark of the tree at their backs.
Anon smiled widely with genuine affability, her soft cute little filly face and long beautiful black mane soaked in blood and gore. She raised her head a little higher with her tentacle arms and raised her eyebrows, widening her eyes with delighted friendliness, grinning and towering over the frightened fillies. Anon raised a serrated tentacle, fresh blood and gore stuck to the dangerous weapon and stretched it towards them as if expecting a hoof bump.
“Hi! My name’s Anon! What’s yours?”
3
Anon awkwardly looked down at the three cornered and frightened fillies. Her grin was becoming a little forced. Tears shermered in the corner of the trio’s eyes as they fearfully stared at her extended tentacle as if it were a sword. Anon glanced down at her tentacle. Oh. She had been essentially holding a knife to their throats.
Anon’s grin fell and she hastily withdrew her serrated tentacle. “Sorry! Sorry, forgot about the pointy bits! Why don’t I…” The blades slowly retracted into the tips of Anon’s fleshy tendril arms with a grotesque sounding shlick. The bone slowly transformed into cartilage and became reabsorbed into her flexible flesh.
“There! Childproofed and safe!” She reached her tendril out to the fillies again with an awkward smile. “Hoofbump?”
Applebloom slowly lifted her foreleg and pressed it against the tip of Anon’s squishy tentacle arm. She slowly blinked her tears away but still seemed frightened and apprehensive with a hint of curiosity as she felt the squishy tendril pressed into the soft frog of her hoof. She looked up at Anon. “Ah-are, you an alien?”
Anon thoughtfully slithered a tentacle up to her chin, rubbing it thoughtfully, she chuckled. “I most certainly am!” She smirked at them with an air of superiority. Anon was goading their questions, toying with them.
“Do-do you gobble up fillies?” Sweetie Belle fearfully asked with her eyes wide.
The three fillies were intently staring at Anon’s filly face which broke out of its thoughtful trance to gaze at the fillies one by one. Anon surreptitiously lengthened and slid three tentacles across the forest floor that quickly and quietly slid towards the fillies and slid themselves slowly around their barrels as Anon answered. “Mayyyybeeee…”
Anon then proceeded to yawn, she closed her eyes, tilting her head and pinning her ears backwards. Her mouth opened, revealing a nightmarish set of sharp, jagged teeth. She quickly opened her jaw much wider than possible for a normal pony, her cheeks stretching and splitting apart. Her teeth were jagged and began to tilt outwards towards the fillies as her maw grotesquely widened. Her lips peeled back away from her horrifying rows of shifting teeth and her face widened, her jaw beginning to stretch wider. Her mouth opened like a blooming flower, her teeth tilting outwards, jaw and mouth stretching open with frightening elasticity, widening in order to enable the monster to eat a filly whole in one bite. Then, the monster’s tongue stretched out of its mouth in a display of length and flexibility. The tongue it curled upwards, the muscle stretching as the sound of a yawn escaped the gaping maw. The maw was wide enough that it was the only thing the fillies saw, it obscured the rest of her face including her eyes, forehead and mane, the monstrous maw filled their vision, saliva dripping down the razor sharp jagged teeth and long tongue. Surprisingly, the yawn coming from the monstrous maw was soft and melodic like one would expect to come from a filly. It was an abomination, the monster still retained the innocent sounding voice of a filly that it did not deserve to have.
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The monster tightened its tentacular grasp around the fillies’ barrels for added effect as if she was going to toss them into her huge mouth. Anon felt the fillies shake in fright within her grasp, she was starting to feel a bit guilty. Eh, she had scared them enough. Anon decided to cut the prank short before it really went too far. Suddenly, the teeth straightened themselves back up and her tongue retracted. Her mouth narrowed itself, her jaw morphing itself back into what it was before. Anon smiled and smacked her lips in apparent appreciation of her yawn, her teeth and face looking perfectly normal and small. Anon relaxed her tentacular grip around the fillies.
“Naw, I’m just playing with you! I’m a friendly alien!” Anon smiled mischievously at the fillies. She looked at the fillies who had their mouths open in what looked like silent screams, their eyes had a thousand yard stare in their depths.
“Snrk-” Anon snorted. She could not keep from laughing. For all of the times those little shits had made her life a living hell, she finally got them back. She fell over, literally rolling on the floor laughing as her tentacles curled around themselves in glee, she released her grip around the fillies as her tentacles stretched and curled around themselves uncontrollably as she laughed with her high pitched filly voice. Tears clouded her vision as she continued to laugh. The fillies shocked faces now began to tear up with frustration and anger at the cruel prank. Sweetie began to cry and Scootaloo comforted her, telling her it was alright. Applebloom stomped up to Anon and angrily kicked her. It seemed to have no effect, the tentacles had no bones to bruise against and the flexible flesh easily absorbed blunt blows. “Why did you do that, you big bully! You made Sweetie Belle cry! You also made me cry…” Applebloom sniffed as tears leaked from her eyes and she sat down on her flank as her urge to cry overwhelmed her will to yell.
Anon heaved herself upright with her tentacles, her head once again perched on top of her many tentacular arms and trailed the tip of a tentacle below her eyelid, drying her tears of laughter. She sighed as her vision cleared of tears and she looked up to see Applebloom and Sweetie crying while Scootaloo glared at her. “Why do you have to be so mean, Alien? What did we ever do to you?”
Anon sighed and rolled her eyes. “Alright, I’ll concede that what I did to you what a bit mean but you girls have been pranking and annoying me for ages. I think you girls have have had it coming.” Anon looked at the filly’s confused and skeptical looks, frustrated tears staining their faces.
Applebloom responded first, too confused to keep crying. “What in the world are ya talking about?”
Anon smiled, her mischievous side edging out of her again. “Aww, don’t remember me? I even told you my name! It’s me, Anonymous!” Anon spread two of her tentacles wide apart like one would usually do with their arms.
Applebloom looked more confused but somehow some sort of recognition reached her eyes. She furrowed her brows. “Anon? Is ther really you? How in tarnation-?”
“It’s a long story,” Anon Interrupted. “Short story is that I’m a filly now, oh and I’m also an alien shapeshifter.” You’re lucky to have found me. I really don’t think you would have survived that manticore without me. You should be thanking me!” Anon smugly smirked.
Sweetie Belle explosively sighed, gowling in frustration. “That is why you don’t have any friends, Anon! You’re mean and don’t think of anypony else’s feelings!”
Anon’s smirk fell. Ouch, that one hit home. It was saying something when Thingpone, a being that carelessly assimilated ponies and birthed them back out again recognized her lack of social skills. She looked at the fillies in a new light, seeing the tears on their faces and how frightened they still where. She looked at them each in turn, it was painful to admit but she was kind of a bully. Anon relaxed her tentacles, they slackened like shoulders would slacken in defeat.
“You know, you’re right.” Anon was silent for a few seconds and she looked up at the fillies. “Are you familiar with my roommate? Her name is Amber.”
Scootaloo smirked. “You mean your fiiiiiiilly friend?”
Anon scowled and her face turned red. “Yeah, yeah, her! She’s not actually a pony. She’s an alien shapeshifter that can engulf ponies and change their biology. She engulfed me and transformed me into a filly as a punishment to help me learn ‘the magic of friendship,’” Anon rolled her eyes, “or something like that… I don’t think she realized by transforming me and,” Anon’s face soured, “giving birth to me that I would inherit her shapeshifting abilities, but here we are!” Anon sighed.
“So, I guess I wanted to say that I’m sorry for scaring you. I should not have done that. Do you think that maybe…” Anon twiddled two tentacles in front of her nervously. “That we can be friends?” Anon smiled awkwardly, hope in her eyes.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders glanced at each other, their mouths twitching and their eyes having a hint of mirth in them. “What do you think, girls?” Applebloom said with mock uncertainty. “Do you think we can let a big bad bully be our friend?”
Anon’s expression fell dramatically. She did not catch the subtle playfulness in their expressions. “I understand, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to be my friend either.” She began to slink away, her tentacles slithering on the ground glumbly as she began to lose hope.
“Oh, Anon! We were just playing with you! Come here and give us a hug! We’ll turn you into functioning member of society! Perhaps we’ll even get you a cutie mark!”
Anon turned around with hope in her eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah, come over here!” said Applebloom.
Anon gleefully began to skuttle over to them, no longer slithering on the ground. The CMC hesitated. “Err, you know Anon, I’m not trying to be rude but you said that you can shapeshift, right?” Anon nodded. “You think you can shift back into a pony before you hug us? Those tentacles look a bit creepy, they make you look like a spider.”
Anon smiled annoyingly. “Nah, I’ll do it later. If I did it now, then I wouldn’t be able to hug all three of you at the same time!”
“Ponyfeathers,” swore Applebloom.
Faster than they could react, Anon scuttled forward and curled her tentacles around all three of them, giving them all hugs. They all squirmed in her grasp, a little embarrassed.
“While I have you all here, trapped within my hug. I need you all to promise you won’t tell anypony about me or Amber being aliens. I also want you to call me Green Hornet when we’re around other ponies. I want my true identity kept a secret. If you tell anypony about either of those things, especially Twiggles, then I will have to gobble you up.” Anon threatened, smiling to show off her shapeshifted row of very sharp canine teeth.
Sweetie squirmed inside of Anon’s tentacular grasp. “I don’t know, Anon. This is a very big secret to keep! Shouldn’t we be more responsible and tell our sisters?” Applebloom nodded in agreement.
Anon grinned at them, she had an offer that they could not refuse. “I’ll help you go pranking~” Anon said in a singsong filly voice. She saw the thought stew in their minds. “Just imagine what you could do with a shapeshifter like me at your side!” She had them now, she could see the desire building within them.
“Deal!” blurted Scootaloo.
“Great!” said Sweetie. “Now can you get off of us? This is starting to get a little weird.”
“Starting?” Anon said in disbelief.