“Mom, Mom, the new Pony of War is out! It’s got everything you could ever want in a game for the new console! I mean it’s got decapitations, and refusal to make friends, and it’s got guns, and weapons, and it’s got…”
Button’s legs moved almost as fast as he moved his mouth. It was like he was running a marathon while he had two legs tied, and was on a sack race. That was to say, his legs moved, yes, but like he was performing the Super Peel Out, from a franchise he had played long ago, where he’d make an eight with his legs so fast they moved, he barely moved an inch.
Sure there were many an explication for that effect, maybe he was running so fast that he was pushing the dirt, sulking into it, like a carpet, or maybe his pudgy little limbs didn’t gain much speed. Everything was possible in Button Land. And ever since he had gotten hold of the pamphlet advertising the new game, “Pony of War IV”, which miraculously stuck to his back, held by fur and sweat, and maybe the magic of his desire to show his mum the brutal, violent, game.
He was sure that she would give him the game, after all his birthday was coming up soon! And maybe he could lump it up with hearth’s warming eve! He wanted the game so much, it just looked so cool!
After finally realising that he wasn’t gaining much traction by running rapidly in place (who would have thought, he could swear videogame characters could do it that way!), he decided instead to trot at a good rythym home.
It took a while, and when he finally arrived at home it was, but eerily silent. He questioned the silence, and the darkened lights. Wondering if the T virus had affected his house, or if a nuclear bomb had gone out and affected only his house, he walked. Slowly and carefully, his previous excitement now replaced with an eery dread.
He was just about ready to yell out a “Mum?” when he heard a sound coming from her room. Button feared zombies, or worse, ghouls, but he had beaten ghouls and spirits, he knew how to handle one. Though he had no idea of just how he was going to do it without a knife.
But that didn’t matter, his mum was in danger. Running so fast he almost broke the door in half he entered the room, unlocked, and came across a scene that seemed...ever so peculiar to his eyes.
His mum was lying down on her side, almost like in photos where he had been drinking from her teats, and, just like in those photos, her teats were red and full, her hoof was upon something farther back. Something the tail usually covered up. Embarassed to be looking at what he had always been told was a “no, no” area, he pushed his vision upwards. Her eyes were half closed, the smile upon her face ever reaching across her muzzle. If Button didn’t know any better, he would have guessed that she didn’t even notice he was there.
“...M...mum?” - He managed to stammer out, for some reason his vision being drawn lower and lower, or, since his own mother was lying on her side, horizontally. He couldn’t even come and look her in the eyes. But she certanly did.
Much like Button, his mother could be prone to quite the over reaction, in this case she managed to yell out a “Button!” all the while doing an impressive, if slightly too fast to be seen, jump and tuck backwards. Her bed was large however, and all she could do was tuck her back legs in, her needs ignored, not to corrupt her colt.
But, now that the mysterious pink crevice and the teats were hidden, Button’s mind reset back to his original point. His mum appeared not to be in any danger, even if she had moaned. In pain, he questioned? But she didn’t seem to be injured.
Which just proved to be the thing he needed to get himself back onto the asking for stuff. He took a look at his pamphlet finally letting it drop.
“Mom! Mom! This game!”
Tender Drops, his mum, did her best effort to practice normality, and hear about his son request. No doubt he had seen another game he wanted. Every time he went to the arcades and saw the ads it was like that.
“Yes….heh” - Her nethers burned, she had hoped not to be interrupted, normally Button took so much longer at the arcades…
“Yes, Button?” - Her tone was sweet, deceptively so, hiding her real frustration.
“I said a whole bunch of things about the game and now I just realised that you weren’t in ear of them!” - He replied, still excited. - “But, look at this graphics!”
Like any good mother, she was less interested in the blurbs on the back, and more on the little square box on the promotional material.
“It’s for stallions and mares only, not colts, Button”
“But mom!”
Button’s mum would normally never buy her such a game, the content warnings in it on themselves were a sign that she shouldn’t, she meant it. “Refusal to make friendship”, really? But Tender Drops was formulating an idea. Tender drops was forming an awfully cloppy idea.
Normally she would never push her son, or any other foal, into this aspect of adult life, but if button wanted to try out the adult life….well he would have to try and prove it to her he was an adult. Right? The idea seemed to take shape in her head, and while a small part of her opposed, the heat in her lower area quickly shut down the opposition.
“Well Button, if you really want the game, you’ll have to prove you’re already a stallion!”
Button looked confused.
“How do I do that? I promise to make all my chores and complete them without complaining, just like I destroyed Seponyroth!”
Button’s mum tapped the side of her sheets with one hoof.
“Come here…”
Button hesitated, something seemed kind of off about his mother...but the desire for the new game overcame all that. He jumped in the bed, making it flounce.
“Has miss cheerilee taught you about the birds and the bees yet?” - She inquired. Her lips growing moist.
“Huh?”
She laughed.
“I guess that’s a no, then.” - she placed a hoof on his chest and slowly starting descending.
“You might have realised...that colts and fillies have different parts.” - Her hoof was now really close to his sheath, so much so she could feel the heat radiating off it. - “Fillies have a slit or pussy, or, if you want to get all sciency like the Princess, a vagina.”
She had reached the sheath and she slowly massaged it, so that his small erection, no more than four inches long started to come out. Normally Button would have a comment to make, about the situation, but the whole thing had put him on edge, an edge that had slowly dissolved as he started feeling like he never had before.
He supressed a moan, understanding finally why his mum had done so, like she was in pain, this wasn’t pain, this was a whole other thing entirely, like beating a tough final boss and finishing a game...amazing.
He could only nod, as she continued massaging his scrotum, until his erection was clearly in the opening.
“Now Colts….they’re a little different, they have penises, or dicks…” - She touched the tip of his shaf with another one of her hooves, and this time Button couldn’t help out the moan that came out of him! This felt awesome!
Slowly she started stroking him. Still smiling, with a maternal smile, this was her little Button...she had made him. And that thought sent a thrill rushing down her spine into a certain zone.
When she felt him tense up she stopped. She wanted him to blow his pubescent load on some other place.
“Now you can lick” - She resumed the stimulation, placing her tongue upon his shaft, licking the underside of it, something he seemed to like particularly. After a while she felt him tense up again and she stopped.
“Or place it in all kinds of holes...now your quest, should you choose to accept it, is to put that” - She pointed a hoof at Button’s knob, which was so hard it could be used to break concrete. After two almost orgasms, he was clearly ready to come. - “In here!” - She pointed at the pink hole button had eyed previously. Perhaps it was instinct, but even Tender Drops was surprised at the speed with which he tried to bury his rod in her hole.
Unfortunately he seemed to be trying to push it to her urethra, gently guiding him by moving her inviting rump up, he ended up, almost by accident, falling into the right spot. Immediatelly her walls clamped down on the underdeveloped penis, almost as if afraid it would leave her.
Button had no intention of leaving though, if all those other times had felt great, this felt even better, the better of all holes! He could only imagine two either way. He pushed with all his strength, managing to bury himself fully in his mum, deep, inviting hole.
The sensations he felt...it was better than any other game he had played previously, the walls of her vagina (or as Button had heard her call it pussy) pushed and pulled against him trying to get him to never leave, and everytime he moved, it was like a nerve was struck, so good it felt. Button wasn’t going to last long., that much was clear. But he wanted to be there, balls deep from the place where (unknown it to him) he had come from.
He pushed, and the walls tried holding hmi still in retaliation, and he pulled, even with Tender Drops as wet as she was, she still felt the movement, and it made her want more, she started pushing back, trying to get him to come back.
With one movement, he pushed all the way back inside, fully, and she screamed as an orgasm overtook her. The loosening up of her muscles, as well as the tight push they did, was heaven to Button, who, at once came.
Two short spurts of watery semen came out, and to her, they were like the cherry on the cake. She felt great. Better than even Button’s dad had made her feel.
They both fell, completely exhausted, Button still deep in her. Sweat came out of both, but they were both satisfied. Truly so.
Button had proven his adultness, if that was even a word, and if it wasn’t he didn’t care. He would enjoy the game, sure, but he had a feeling he would enjoy this sort of games with his mum a lot too, from now on.