My womb is a creator
The eternal menstruator
In the sea of blood
I’m the worm copulator
Debaucherous infusions
In your blood transfusion
I create an illusion
With my knife-blade intrusion ...
The worms were hungry again.
This was becoming common, which assured Fluttershy her time as the worm mother was coming to an end. The thought of no longer being home to these ecstatic existences filled her with sorrow. She wondered if she’d be able to readjust to life without life within her. Their constant reminder of her flesh was the only thing driving her from between her shit-stained sheets most mornings.
In the past, her animal friends filled her life with purpose, but she had grown negligent since becoming impregnated with this new species. In the absence of their pegasus overseer, the animals had reverted to instinct. Squirrels collected their acorns and relearned the dance steps of their people. Snakes remembered how to rouse themselves in Spring. Birds had abandoned their nests and offspring in a panic when Fluttershy's babies had begun demanding delicate, calcium rich bones.
Her loving burden had dietary requirements that made even Angel seem forgiving. Angel ... Her green eyes turned to a corner of the room where a rodent skeleton ...
Sensing the turn of her thoughts, Fluttershy’s offspring awakened a terrible twisting in her intestines. The pegasus clenched as nausea tore from flank to chest. It felt as if her stomach was turning over insider her. The movement pressed against her abused anus and mouldy gullet.
Unsure if she was going to vomit or shit herself, the pegasus gasped, letting a stream of drool loose from her mouth. The reek of putrefaction slid over teeth as brilliantly yellow as her fur had been once. Now, her fur was graying and hung loose in grotesque folds. Dinner-plate sized eyeballs bugged blood-red from wretched sockets, leaking tears as she arched her back in strange agonies. Her wings stretched out, as if to fly her away from this pain, and a pathetically small cough sought to clear her torn throat.
It was coming, her heaving lungs assured her. It was going, her sweat damp fur assured her. It was good, the little lives lurking in her assured through their pheromone magic.
After a moment, the slow roll completed and Fluttershy stood no filthier than before; she felt so proud. Proud that she would soon be a mother, and proud that she was learning. Months ago, she had barely been able to escape her bed, and her babies had nearly torn her apart from the inside. The sheets were still stained rotten, earth tones. Deep browns, greens and faded yellows, a piss spotted history of illness writ in bodily fluids.
Rarity would know how to clean the sheets. Fluttershy had learned the ways of her worm children and the thoughts they slid into her little head. She knew Rarity wasn't an expert on dry-cleaning, and even if she had been, the sheets were beyond saving by now. Only fire could cleanse this house. The worms wanted Rarity to feast, and this was the only way they knew how to ask. They were just like infant foals, only capable of crying when they needed something.
They would have the unicorn. Anything for her babies. Anything for her children. She was a good mother. She was Mother Hydra.
Rarity trotted along the road to her friend’s isolated home. On the edge between the Everfree and what passed for civilization in this unfashionable part of the world, the cottage adopted a strange affect in the setting sun.
The unicorn hadn’t seen Fluttershy in months. Since Spring the pegasus had shut herself away from everypony. At first Angel had handled all visitors, and then the white rabbit had vanished to somewhere no one could follow.
Around her, Rarity saw signs of disuse as nature reclaimed the ground it knew. Raccoons chattered at her from the shadows; their golden eyes glinted in fading light. Those same raccoons had torn down the wire fence around the chicken coop. Fluttershy had been the intermediary between the domesticated fowl and the foul undomesticated, but in the absence of their benign shepherd all had become one in grumbling stomachs.
Had Rarity looked within that cadaverous construction, its supports jutting like rotten ribs through the walls and scraps of roof, she would have seen the devoured bodies of hens. Their remaining flesh stretched tight across hollow chests pumping with the writhing of maggots instead of organs. Flies buzzed in those darkened corners, emerging from the same flesh where they laid their eggs in an endless cycle.
Some paranoid quiver in her nethers told Rarity to run, but she buried her hysteria and continued to the cottage door. If her friend needed her, she would be there. She would always be there to give her friends whatever they needed.
When she opened the front door of the cottage, Rarity was greeted by the sickly, sweet smell of feces. The odor enticed as it infected. Her dinner rose to the back of her throat as her thorax closed off, and the vomit carried curiosity with it almost to the finish line. What could smell like that? What would it taste like? The symphony of sickness caused her nostrils to flare. Awareness flickered like a dying candle, then was snuffed by the overwhelming tide of fresh vaginal reek.
Rarity staggered toward the source of the smell. Hooves tripping over each other and knees trembling, her hormone drunk brain filled with foul air and lightened. She was struck with the paranoia that her legs would give out, and losing this connection to the ground she might float away.
Only momentum carried the unicorn forward on her quivering limbs. She stumbled through the kitchen, past pots left to lie in the sink lined with filth. The bottoms of the vessels were rusted out, and rot had devoured the curtains, letting the light of the barren sky illuminate the cave-like chambers of her friend. Bones, half shattered and pale in the moonlight, jutted from the shit covered floor.
Rarity’s mind ignored the decrepit environment. Instead, it swirled like a blood-soaked tampon on the backflow of a clogged toilet, pushed up and out by the sight of the butter yellow pegasus. She drank in the smooth curvature of her haunch, rounded and a little fluffy. Plump, but still well muscled, how would it sound under the strike of a hoof? How would it look blushing ripe and red? How would it taste?
Fluttershy must have felt the eyes upon her, because she shifted her tail, revealing just the barest stretch of flesh. A lighter, flesh pink peeking out amongst the pink strands of her hair. Rarity stared at that faint hint of pubic proudness, the barest edge of her marefriend’s lips.
A lady doesn’t drool, Rarity chastised herself. She sucked on her teeth and hoped the sound wasn’t heard by the object of her feverish desires. Fluttershy turned her soft yellow face and gentle green eyes to greet her guest. Both ponies lurched as if on strings, jerking their hooves through feces and vomit caked onto the floorboards. Brains swimming in alien psychosis saw the other swaggering with dignity which did not exist.
The unicorn came to rest at a small table as if following a prearranged script, while the pegasus limped toward the quiet stove. Fluttershy picked up a tea kettle, letting a spill of saliva fall into the motionless brown liquid, filling it with more hormone rush. She poured two cups from the mind control Ming vessel and watched patiently as Rarity drank, barely noticing the wretched flavor of the tepid fluid.
As she sipped they spoke, descanting the insalubrious. Rarity could barely hear her own words over the buzzing sound in her ears. Normally, the unicorn would have resented anything that came between her and the sound of her own voice, but this conversation was just a pretext. It didn't matter what was said, as long as she could be near her beautiful one. The yellow chest effortlessly swooped toward a soft neck, and above her ears were tucked back against the easy curl of her pink mane.
Fluttershy exhaled again, breathing pheromones into the snow-white unicorns face, watching her friend’s brain struggle under pressure of creature desires. She felt the worms stir again, turning around in her. They ground against the interior of her secret spaces. As Flutteshy’s vagina moistened, she felt her hind legs tremble and she collapsed to a seated position.
Rarity felt sick. Her heart was fighting with her gorge in order to be the first one out of her throat. All that mattered was to be in the presence of this goddess and her beautiful form. The way her wings so demurely fluttered with casual movements. Her delicate voice. Even the slight shift of her throat as she swallowed, the gentle pulsing of that soft skin.
The unicorn’s semi-consciousness was tugged back to another time ...
She could taste Fluttershy on her tongue, but she couldn’t remember this. They had just stepped outside of the spa after spending the entire day stealing glances at one another’s bodies as, but this hadn’t happened. She had lain there, stretched out under the hooves of Lotus, but this was a lie.
Now, outside the spa and away from prying eyes, they could resist this no longer. Without words, they retreated to an alleyway, filled with filth and glinting bottle shards, but this wasn’t real.
A skeleton was impaled to the wall with a broken pipe. The metal rod jutted from his pelvis, and she wanted to lick the slime off his steel rod, but there was no such thing. It was greasy and slime coated, so disgusting that it demanded a taste, the metal rod dripped a viscous fluid like Big Macintosh so rich in protein and iron he’d made her a woman, growing larger, but not her and not here.
Ponyville didn’t play host to such horrors, but Fluttershy was pressing her against the wall, and her fur, freshly groomed and clean. It soothed as it slid against her softly, not greasy and horrid like ...
The taste on her lips was delicate, floral like chardonnay. Aware only slightly as she reached one hoof up and felt the pink hair, thick and luxuriant. It knotted over leg, binding her.
There was just the slightest slickness as she opened her mouth to allow Fluttershy’s seeking tongue and the overwhelming scent of things foul. The chardonnay taste was still there, but this wine was corked. Rarity wretched on the rancid, bitter flavor as Fluttershy’s greasy tongue forced its way past her teeth ...
No.
This wasn’t real.
Rarity opened her eyes, and found Fluttershy on her side of the table. Their eyes met, and everything that had been would be. The worms shall inherit the earth.
The white mouth dropped open as it remembered doing, and sounds spilled out, “I would rip out both my eyes just so I'd have more holes for you to screw.” No, those weren’t her words. That wasn’t what she meant ...
Rarity felt the filthy floor cushion her back. Fluttershy pressed forward, almost managing to slink in her excitement. The unicorn idly noticed the pegasus’ teats, heavy and ponderous, leaking milk and blood in a conjoined stream. She was leaving a trail of bodily fluids behind her as she moved and ...
They were kissing again, but this had never happened before. Rarity’s mind disconnected, free spinning away from her body. Hot tears flowed down her face as she tried push the pony away and Fluttershy continued her heartwork.
Fluttershy felt her body shudder; the worms could wait no longer. They had so little appetite for foreplay, feasting chiefly upon more devilish delights. Her flanks broke out in fresh sweat, matting their heaving stomachs together, and a globule of thick fluid, like lard, slid up her throat and into Rarity’s mouth.
The unicorn tasted the bitter-salty saline solution roll over her tongue. It tacked onto her teeth and made her feel unclean before passing down her esophagus. She was greased and ready to go. Fluttershy coughed into her friend’s mouth, snorting through her nose and discharging bloody streams of mucus across the pristine cheek before her.
The worms uncoiled, rolling up the pegasus’ scarred throat and past her uvula.
Rarity gagged, the pheromone control dropping away. Slick and vicious, the ravenous insects filled her mouth, forcing her questing tongue out of the way as they pressed down her lubricated throat. They were careful at first, but soon they would not be able to hold their hunger. They were always hungry. Always so hungry.
Rarity saw, now, really saw. Fluttershy’s left eye was bulging slightly from the socket and lazily unfocused on the floor. The orb was disconnected from the muscles behind it. Blood leaking out from the corner of her eye becoming a tributary as it joined the blood from her nose and mouth into a subtle waterfall dribbling down onto the unicorn’s pinned form. Skin hung loosely from her bones, except where those things writhed underneath.
Rarity was being pushed back into the filth on the floor. Dirt and blood, shit and gore, rot and worms. Vomit. The vileness clung to her, matting and staining snow white fur. She was covered in death, the excretions of execution.
The unicorn pulled back, breaking from the kiss, but the worms only stretched out between their gaping mouths, the living cord hung between their lips dripping transparent fluids. Rarity bit down on the yellow-grey flesh, but her vegetarian teeth were no match to the carnivorous length.
And in this moment of clarity, Rarity realized she felt nothing for this creature. She hated it. The abomination must die. Memories flooded back in a rush. Sweetie Belle and her friends declaring themselves Cutie Mark Crusaders Nurses and never coming back. Rainbow Dash, Big Macintosh, they had all disappeared here.
The walls were lined with skeletons where they had fallen. Big Macintosh pinned to the wall by a pipe through his withered groin. A foal had been pressed into the corner so hard that its skull and tiny wing bones winked out from the exposed rib cage. This monster had gone through her friends like scissors through silk, but it would end here.
Her horn glowed, pulling in desperation at something. Anything. A chair flew across the room slamming into the side of the pegasus. Wood splintered and scattered, tearing loose feathers from wings which had already atrophied. The left wing snapped, hanging from feeble scraps of flesh like a withered flag.
Flutter-- Mother-- Fluttershy-- Mother Hydra. She’d known this would happen. They always resisted eventually, as if there were some point to be made by their futile physical force.
Blood and other fluids smeared over Fluttershy’s face as tears flowed out. She sucked air in through her nose and gagged again, trying not to cough as her babies sunk their hooked tails into the interior of her pulsating gullet.
Rarity struggled to vomit, but the first of the worms had already reached her stomach and were hungrily sucking out the partially digested plant matter. Her gag reflex only excited the worms, causing them to tear into her. Each faceless head bore a pair of vicious meat hooks now gouging through her fresh flesh.
As they cut, the worms released toxins into their prey. The chemicals spread, separating her muscles and softening them. Rarity began to swell, puffing out like a balloon. In agony, Rarity watched her limbs swelling with caustic fluid; she was losing control of her own body.
Fluttershy heaved again and flapped her good wing desperately, trying to regain balance. She felt the charge building in her knees, thrusting toward her groin. A burbling sound escaped between her legs as her water and blood cascaded down her legs. She squeaked desperately around the worms in her mouth as another surge opened her cervix and spilled out a wet, writhing pile. Like a jumble of spaghetti, the worms splashed into the puddle of fluids that preceded them.
The parasites lashed at the ground, flipping madly in an indiscriminate mass that hung from Fluttershy’s torn-wide vagina. The scent of the struggling mare’s slut slime drew them toward her exposed marehood.
Rarity desperately tried to move her limp, fluid-filled legs, but her legs barely moved. No matter how hard she willed, her body wouldn’t fight for her. The first bony protrusions prodded along the edge of her lower lips, teasing and testing her defenses. Her orifice engorged like a whore’s at their subtle touch. They tickled her nerves delicately, chasing ghosts of pleasure to their limits as the hairs on Rarity's back rose.
The chemical abuse she’d endured since crossing the sludge like stream around the cottage had been preparing Rarity for penetration. She wept as her body began its final betrayal. The damp feeling overwhelmed her, starting in her legs and rushing to the single point. Fire spread through her bloated legs as she shuddered again, trying to kick herself free.
The first one pierced her with a rough thrust. It held back its hooks, writhing deeper into her, saving itself for deeper meats. Rarity tried to will herself still as she felt the tickling prod of those blades, but it was for nothing. She writhed, lost in orgasm, and the sudden motion of her vaginal walls drove the worms into a frenzy of their own.
Vicious teeth shredded her clitoris and carved out her cervix. Her blood-soaked cum socket widened to welcome more intruders as she ground against the ragged edges of pleasure and terror.
The sudden pour of endorphins and dopamines pushed rational thought to the side then smashed it hard against the wall. Her brain matter was ground to gristle, fresh and ripe pouring out her ears. Acid washed and glistening with fluid, the fashionista vanished in her final ecstasy.
The mouths of the worms scraped along the inside of her pelvis, consuming the gristle found there. Others headed into her womb, seeking the rich, fatty ovaries that would have been her children someday. Her stomach walls ruptured, spilling blood and half-melted organs into the empty sack.
A final heave of Rarity’s body thrust the blood and half melted lumps of organ matter filling her stomach upward. Black and mealy, the little bits of grit that escaped her stuffed, gaping oral orifice rolled down her face and fell onto her chest. Rarity’s once luxuriant curls were clumped thick with fecal matter and stomach batter as she was ground against the floor.
Rarity’s body continued to swell, almost doubling in size. Her skin peeked through her once beautiful coat. The tortured dermis turned black and blue as it stretched and distorted around her flesh.
The unicorn’s sphincter relaxed, releasing a flow of liquid, pulpy shit with a sputter. Red streaked and pulpy with her dissolved intestines, the foul stench lured more of the worms. They drove up, not even noticing the change as they moved from the released shit and into Rarity’s shredded intestines. They devoured all they found, from her wrecked rectum to her tortured tonsils.
Finally, the walls of Rarity's lungs ruptured. In a rush, blood filled her chest cavity. The unicorn spasmed one last time as her chest swelled with pain and terror, and she finally escaped the scene of her mutilation.
Fluttershy collapsed to the ground, slick and soaked in the blood and body of her friend. She smiled gently as her babies continued their work, devouring her friend from the inside. One of Rarity’s eyes glared at her through the cloud of death, and, sensing its mother's disquiet, a worm plucked the eye out. Pierced from behind, the eye deflated and lost its color until it hung limp and shredded from the gaping socket.
The pegasus looked with gratitude at the faceless horror that waved to her from her former friend’s eye socket; those adorable, little flesh hooks glistened with hunks of wet carnage. Rarity’s rib cage jutted through her collapsing skin, leaving only a withered husk. The worms slowly retreated from the consumed cadaver to return to the body of their mother.
Fluttershy writhed in another orgasm as they slid back into her body. It was like being penetrated by a shaft that never ended. She was filled to her breaking point, and ecstatically beyond; overstimulated until pleasure and pain became one.
It was only when her vision cleared that she realized Rarity had done more than just the chair. The yellowed hoof reached back and pressed against the hilt of a knife where it jabbed all its foot long length into her body. When had that happened? Absentmindedly, she pulled the blade out. There was a rush of relief as her blood fell thick and live onto the ground. It spread across the ground in an aggressive, pulsing rush.
She felt the rolling again, and vomit poured out of her mouth, soon followed by her babies. Fluttershy's swansong was a vomit-rich moan as she gave final birth to the hideous swarm.
Mother Hydra, the worms said, expressing as much gratitude as they could. It baffled them, the idea that so much had been given willingly. The thought that they had been loved and wanted. Fluttershy’s sides bulged out as the worms rushed to escape the soon to be corpse, and her skin split like paper. Eight-foot long lengths fell from between her ribs and struck the ground in puddles of blood.
It was not easy for her babies to digest the bones of larger creatures, but this was the only way they could show their love for Mother. Months ago, they had begun preparing for this moment, slowly leaching calcium from her skeleton. The larger worms crushed the brittle bones and devoured them. Mother Hydra would never be alone or forgotten, they swore to her in their strange chemical language.
Outside, the stars stood in strange formation above, marking the Grand Return. The world had come from the worms, and soon it would return to them as the Swamps of Sadness spread from the stream outside to consume everything.
Soon, there would be nothing left of Equestria but the ecstasy of birth and unmaking.
Soon, all would know the loving gospel of Mother Hydra.
Author's Note
My first story of the new year!
As always there are crazy references, homages, thefts and all matter of whatevers amongst the gore and shit. The lyrics are from MC Mangina's verse in "Swamps of Sadness," duh. Mother Hydra was a throwaway reference of Lovecraft's.
The only other thing I'll cite for y'all is "I would rip out both my eyes just so I'd have more holes for you to screw," which I plucked off Bronystories' blog. I don't know if he made it up, but I'm gonna give him the credit for the thing I stole.
