Older Mare x Colt Body Horror


                                            >"Well, hello there, little foal. Is your mother in?"

                                            >The colt stared up at the older mare, blinking uncertainly for a second.

                                            >"No."

                                            >She eased out a titter.

                                            >"Well, I hope you don't mind if I come in, then."

                                            >Without receiving an answer she trotted past the young colt, her older age showing in the way her rump sunk slightly; the darkened rings that sat under her eyes; the slight rasp that sat in the back of her voice.

                                            >"So, you're all alone here? Nopony to watch you?"

                                            >He shook his head.

                                            >"Well, I'm Passion Heart. You can just call me Passion, though."

                                            >The mare stared at the unblinking foal for a moment.

                                            >"You're a cutie, you know that?"

                                            >"You know, my mom said I shouldn't talk to strangers."

                                            >"Well... you know my name. If you tell me yours, we won't be strangers." She smiles; seemingly assuring and welcoming.

                                            >After all, she's older than some of the colt's teachers - surely mares that age can be trusted.

                                            >"Um... Wild Spark."

                                            >"Wild Spark. My, a cute name for a cute colt! I can't help but notice your flank is blank, Wild Spark."

                                            >He feels one of her hooves run along his rump, a little too close to his nethers for his comfort.

                                            >"Yeah. I h-haven't got a cutie mark yet."

                                            >"Don't worry. It'll come. In fact, maybe I could help you with it."

                                            >"Yeah?"

                                            >She smirks. The snare has been set and the bait has been taken.

                                            >"Why, of course. I know a special way for a colt to get their cutie mark extra early. I can show you, if you'd like."

                                            >His face brightens. "S-Sure!"

                                            >"Well, we'd need to go to your bedroom for me to show you."

                                            >She looks around, confirming the two of them are really alone.

                                            >"Well... if you're sure."

                                            >He leads the strange mare towards his room; at the very other side of the house.

                                            >It's messy and small, but as long as there's a bed it's perfect.

                                            >"How about you hop on up there and I'll show you."

                                            >He pauses for just a moment, but quells his scepticism and obliges, climbing up onto the bed and waiting for the mare.

                                            >She cracks another smile.

                                            >"Let's get a look between your legs."

                                            >"Why?"

                                            >"Trust me. It's all part of the procedure."

                                            >He nods and does what she asks; leaning back and opening his legs so she can get a clear look at the small, underdeveloped penis that hangs below his belly.

                                            >"My, it's so big for your age!"

                                            >Her moth waters; she approaches it and takes in the natural aroma; unripened and untouched.

                                            >"It's going to be sensitive. It might even hurt a little bit, but trust me."

                                            >He nods again and watches her loom towards him, her mouth pressing softly against his member as she licks at it; barely half a mouthful but that's just what she likes.

                                            >It's a sensation he's never felt before, but it goes beyond that; it starts to stir something inside him. That old familiar feeling. He knows what's coming next.

                                            >"So cute! I wonder how much cum's in these little balls of yours... I suppose there's only one way to find out..."

                                            >She giggles and sucks it between her lips, her tongue playing with it and encouraging it to grow a little longer and a little stiffer.

                                            >If she looked up, though, she'd see the colt had changed; shifted in some strange, concerning way.

                                            >His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

                                            >His torso fell back onto the mattress and quivered slightly.

                                            >This was enough to rouse her attention.

                                            >"Wh-What's wrong?"

                                            >His chest rose and fell; his ribcage visibly distending and sucking in as if powered by a piston.

                                            >His nose snorted and sucked with heavy, noisy breaths.

                                            >The mare edged back.

                                            >"W-Wild Spark? Are you okay?"

                                            >The breathing only grew more intense though, and she soon found herself inhaling and exhaling as rapidly and desperately.

                                            >Was this some kind of seizure?

                                            >Before she could ask him again, she watched a seam split over his chest, divided into two long clefts that opened, revealing a red fleshy interior.

                                            >At the same time his cock divided in a similar way; stretching and mutating into a long, disfigured mess.

                                            >She tried to scream but her throat closed off and did not allow her to.

                                            >Four fleshy flaps opened over his chest, revealing a twisted, malformed mass of bone and muscle, contracting and loosening in time with his breathing.

                                            >From the center a claw-like appendage shot out at a thousand miles a second, clamping over the mare's face and holding it firmly.

                                            >She screamed, muffled completely by the bony, wet, hand.

                                            >It began to pull her in.

                                            >The colt's face seemed to open up too, where a skull should be sitting was instead a disfigured mass of tendons and tendrils and juicy, quivering flesh.

                                            >Though she tried to pull her head free with her hooves, it was no use.

                                            >She was dragged towards the Colt's exposed torso, head covered entirely by the four skeletal fingers; digging uncaringly into the back of her skull.

                                            >With a wet crunch it removed her head entirely, swallowing it up and leaving her body to immediately fall limp.

                                            >The mouth-hand thing reached out for another bite, cleanly cutting her torso in half and leaving her guts to spill out over the bed.

                                            >With one final bite the mare's entire body had been consumed, swallowed to be digested somewhere in the deep, grotesque mass of impossible flesh and bone and sinew.

                                            >Just as suddenly as it had opened up, the colt's body closed itself off, after only a few seconds he had returned to his normal form.

                                            >The mare continued to digest somewhere inside him, but the strange feeling had passed.

                                            >For now, the beast within had been sated.