>"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.