Button's Mom

by The Guy on Your Right

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Human, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 1850

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-13 09:59:37 UTC

Chapter 1

"Ohh, Joystick... make me feel like a young mother again..." Sweetheart, or my... mother... cooed. Just inches away from me, she stared at me with her half-lidded, but puffy eyes. Streams of tears poured down to her cheeks, glistening as the moonlight that peeked from the window of her room shined on them. Her mane was all frazzled, as well as her tail; the scrunchies that kept them in place were -- ironically -- out of place. The cracked smile on her face had finished the touches, making her look like an abused pony and is in desperate need, which she was.

A guilt had started to grow in my heart, as I watch the view in front of me; a guilt, of which, grew because of multiple reasons. One, she's just acting like that because of her husband, and not because she wanted to, making it look like I'm just taking advantage of her. Two, I don't want to do things that I might regret later on. And three, she's my mother for Celestia's sake -- well... adopted mother, that is; wouldn't it be weird for a pony to give birth to a human -- as Celestia called them -- like me? But still, I grew up knowing that she's the only mother I have, regardless of not coming from her womb.

"Come on, Joystick. Do this for mommy," she begged as she moved in closer to me. I could only sit on my ass, and stare at her in awe, muttering words that I can't even produce. The way she crawled towards me was hypnotizing; her back was arched, and her plot was raised higher than her head, much like her tail; her hips swaying from left to right, and then right to left in a slow pace. I would be lying if I said that I don't want to bed her right now.

Damn, why does she have to look so attractive right now? But a simple sentence that was ringing inside of my head had kept my willpower high: She's my mother!

"Um... mom, I don't think this is right...?" I tried looking away from her, in hopes of getting her out of my mind. Or at least, the way I thought of her in my mind.

"It isn't bad if mommy wants it...." but to no avail. Her soft and sweet voice, mixed with a bit of sultriness wasn't helping. "Joystick..." when was the last time I even heard her call my name in her usual motherly-tone?

"Oh you poor, poor... thing...? What are you...? I don't think I've ever seen a creature like you before... Where did you even come from...? I'm sorry to say little one, but I don't think there seems to be anypony around here, and it's been raining for hours. You must be cold and hungry. Hmm... might as well get you inside and dry you up; you look like a wet and furless cat.

"Oh, shh, shh, don't cry. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Oh, what a cute smile you got on your face! You should always wear that smile of yours. I'm pretty sure Button would love to-- oh, I think I need to cut the chatter 'till we get home, little fella; the rains getting stronger.

"Don't be sad now, 'cause mommy Sweetheart is gonna take good care of you~."

Well... that's a first... but I know that there're far more than that. My mind just couldn't comprehend at the moment.

The bed rocked slightly as she sat on my lap, adding her weight on my place. She wrapped her forelegs around my neck, locking me in an embrace. "Don't you remember what you'd said to me when you were still a child?" she whispered to my ear, before giving it a playful lick that sent an electryfying sensation, down to my spine. "I recall you, saying that you don't like seeing mommy cry."

"Hey, mom, why are you crying?"

"It's nothing, sweetie. Mom's just a bit hurt."

"Mommy, me and Button don't like seeing you sad, and big brother always tells us that whenever we see you cry, we should make you happy."

"Saying things like that to mommy already makes her happy, I love you, Joystick, as much as I love your two brothers!"

"Y-y-yeah..." I stuttered. Well... at least I still remember that.

"Then aren't you goimg to make me stop crying~?" Sweetheart pulled her head back, slightly, showing me the tears that kept pouring from her eyes.

"W-will you stop crying now, mommy? I don't like seeing you sad..." It feels weirder, than how it sounds, coming from a guy that's in his twenties.

"I don't think that'll be enough for my heart, Sweetie." Of course, that's the first approach I tried when I had entered this room, and it turned out as a fail.

This isn't as easy as I thought it would, I thought to myself. Maybe I should've informed Button and our older brother that our mother needs some comforting, before heading straight to her on my own... You know, because this awkward situation might've been avoided if she'll see the three of us in the same room; at least, she might act a little more descent that this. But, can't blame me, right? We've been separated from Sweetheart, years ago to live our own life; why should I expect her to act like this, the first time she'll see me again?

"T-t-then what do I have to do to make your tears stop flowing?" I gave her a sheepish smile, in hopes that it may help.

"Make mommy feel young again. I want to remember how it feels to be taking care of a baby, again."

No matter how much I want to lift my jaw up, and then shut my mouth, her request was just making it inevitable for me. "W-what do you mean by that?"

"I want to remember the time when you, and Button were still a foal; back when you two still relied on me." She nuzzled my cheek, making them glow more crimson than ever. "I want to relive the time when the two of you are still mommy's little baby. At least, let me experience it one last time... the time when the only thing I need to worry about are my foals, and not some marriage issues..."

"How exactly...?"

Mom didn't responded to my question, yet, and instead, slowly pushed me down on the bed with her. A sly smile formed on her face, before finally whispering, "I want you to cry."

At first, I was speechless -- and of course, who wouldn't be upon hearing such a ridiculous request? -- but after a few seconds of composing myself, I asked her what I should do again.

"I want you to cry for me, just like what a foal would do if he needs something." I was about to object, only to be silenced by her hoof. "Please... I just want to forget my sorrows... and remember the time when we were still living a happy life; when you, Button, and your big brother are still living in this household; back when you three still relied on me. And the only way for me to remember it, is to let me experience the whole thing again." Sweetheart removed her hoof from my lips, moving them to my cheeks. "Please, my little Joystick." Oh Celestia, her big, innocent eyes were too much!

Well... it was definitely a do or cry, rather than die, moment. Look on the bright side: At least she didn't made me do what I thought she would. However, I can't get but feel a bit of disappointment because of it... oh, what am I thinking!? I need to pull myself together!

I tensed up my forehead, slightly closed my eyes, pouted, and then made whining noises, make myself look like an alley cat. "M-mo-mo...mmy, I ne-need you..." Definitely should have attended the drama classes back in high school, but at least she's buying my acting skills.

"Yes, Sweetie? What does my little foal needs~?" Sweetheart asked in her usual motherly-tone, which was a hundred times better than her... 'bedroom tone'...

Okay, what are the things foals need?

Mommy, I need my diaper changed. Nope, too embarrassing.

Mommy, carry me. I don't want to risk breaking her bones.

Mommy, I peed myself, literaly. I said no already...

Mommy, I'm hungry. Seems like a fine request to me.

"Mommy, I'm hungry," I pleaded, or at least, tried to do so. She stared at me for a moment, before giving me a smile.

"If you're hungry, Sweetie." She got off of me, and then stood on all four. I took this as a chance to try sitting up, only to be pushed back down by my mother with a little bit of force.

"Wha--" I stopped, after noticing what was above me: a pair of mounds.

"Drink up, Sweetie~," Sweetheart called out. I glanced up and saw her, staring back at me. She gave me a wink, before squatting, lowering her teats towards my face. "A mother's milk is important for a growing foal." Now when was the first time I'd heard...?

"Oh, ahh, shh, shh. You're crying again. Just wait for a moment. I'm still making sure that this bottle is clean. Mr. Grumpy told me that I can't feed you like how mothers normally feed their foal; he thinks that you'll bite me, and give me rabies. But good thing I found my pumper, and a milk bottle. They say that a mother's milk is important to a growing foal"

Of course... and I also happen to remember that she always feed me through milk bottles, as far as I can remember, rather than her mammary gland... no wonder I was a bit confused about her sudden movement. Well... I guess there's a first time in everything.

I slowly placed my hands on either side of her hips -- specifically, on her cutie marks, doing so as to support myself. Slightly raising my head, I moved in towards her nether. I parted my lips, and then took her right nipple in my mouth. I heard her elicit a small gasp as I gave her sensitive flesh an experimental suck. A spurt of creamy milk came out of her tit, landing directly on my taste buds. Its sweetness and creaminess reminded me of the times when I was still a baby in her eyes, still drinking of the said liquid. Though, I don't remember it being warmer than usual, but still, it's just the same as I remembered.

I continued to suck on her nipple, gulping down every drop of milk that comes out of it. I hadn't noticed how thirsty I was or how dry my throat was, until I noticed myself wanting for more. I pushed her flanks down, earning another gasp from Sweetheart. I moved onto her left nipple, doing what I did with the other.