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.”