EW EW EW EW EW!

by RainbowBob

Rating: teen
Tags: Other, Sex, Sweetie Belle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy
Length: 1063

People like Button's mom. Some really, really like her. So it's no surprise a few fanart and stories are made in her favor. And now poor Button has to deal with the end result for some inexplainable reason.

People like Button's mom. Some really, really like her. So it's no surprise a few fanart and stories are made in her favor. And now poor Button has to deal with the end result for some inexplainable reason. Hopefully he doesn't get mentally scarred for life!

Thanks to my editors Selbi and Trials, along with my pre-reader Skeeter The Lurker for all their help!

Published 2013-08-17 01:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-17 01:50:01 UTC

Chapter 1: Joining The Bangwagon!

“Oh goodie, our milkshakes!” Button Mash shouted gleefully, clopping his hooves together in eagerness for the two milkshakes that were dropped on the table.

Sweetie arched an eyebrow at him, reaching for her vanilla milkshake. “Are you going to drink yours slowly this time instead of gulping it down and getting a brain freeze?”

Button waved his hoof at her and grabbed his milkshake nonchalantly. “Oh believe me, I will. Learned my lesson last time. You have to go slow to win milkshake drinking races.”

Sweetie rolled her eyes, but started sipping at her milkshake nonetheless. Button in turn grabbed the tip of his straw with his lips and sipped deeply. But before he could truly enjoy the chocolatey goodness of his milkshake, his eyes opened wide and the straw was released from his lips.

Sweetie glanced over, nudging Button with her elbow. “Hey, Button, you alright? This doesn’t seem like another brainfreeze.”

“No... no, it’s something else,” Button said, staring into the distance, his expression blank. “I just have the weirdest feeling right now...”

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” Sweetie asked, returning to sip at her drink.

“No, I already did that five minutes ago,” Button replied. “This is something different. It’s like... it’s like there are hundreds, no... thousands of creepy older guys writing stories about my mom.”

“... Say what now?” Sweetie asked, tilting her head to the side.

Button was staring down at the table now, perplexion overtaking his face. “I just can’t explain. It’s just a feeling that my mom is being written in a bunch of stories. And with... me, as well.”

“Button, you’re weird,” Sweetie said, shrugging her shoulders and once more listing this off as another one of Button’s strange quirks. Though definitely not as strange as causing random objects to spontaneously combust.

The video game addicted colt frowned, but thought nothing more of it as he too dragged his drink closer to sip at. Suddenly, he fell to the table and started screaming at the top of his lungs as he held his head in his hooves and assumed the already familiar feeble position.

Sweetie continued to sip noisily at her drink.

Button’s mind was now being assaulted by a wide arrange of multidimensional thoughts that went as far as the dark spectrum known as the internet. The first thought, of course, was that of his loving and caring mother. Who was bending over and showing off her–

“Oh dear Celestia, make it stop!” Button screamed, begging to whatever was inflicting his mind with these images to stop. But no matter how hard he shut his eyes, the images just drowned his brain in their questionable nature. His mom bending over, stretching, going in positions he didn’t even know of. And always with her... her... mare parts showing.

But that was only a taste of the torture. Now the images entering his fastly growing corrupt mind were of a more explicit nature. Stallions who were definitely not his dad, and even mares he didn’t even know of were with his mom. And doing... things to her. Mostly in her mare parts. And for some reason she kept on swallowing this sticky looking white stuff whenever she was with a stallion.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Button cried, rolling over in the puddle of his milkshake on the floor. Now the images were being described by the written word, a mysterious voice reading aloud every smut-filled word and dirty sentence. “It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop!”

The next batch of unwanted dirty thoughts now came with the bonus of complete and extravagant details of each of his mom’s disturbing actions: the sweat, moans of pleasure, and copious amounts of that sticky stuff. It just didn’t end, no matter how much he begged!

“The images! The words! The pain!” Button screeched, the small, brown-coated colt completely covered by his chocolate milkshake as he huddled on the floor. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!”

Just as he thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, it did. Of course it did. Now those mentally scarring images and stories were including him in it! But why him? Why would his mom ever...

“No! No, no, no, no, no! Please, for the love of everything sacred, make it stop!” But his cries of mercy were left unanswered by whatever mysterious force was shoving down these thoughts into his brain.

His mom, the sweetest and most caring mare he ever knew, was doing horribly explicit things to him. Touching him, stroking him, kissing him on the lips with... with her tongue! And her tongue was going to other places as well. Like his special place where... where... what was she doing?

“EW, EW, EW, EW, EW!” he yelled at the top of his voice, cradling himself tighter into a ball. His... thing, wasn’t even that big! Was it supposed to be? And why did his mom like it so much? Was she... she was! Dear Celestia, he was making the white sticky stuff too! When was he able to do that?

As Button screamed louder, Sweetie Belle rested her head on her hoof, bored, still sipping slowly at her milkshake.

Button was rolling on the floor, his mind awash in a sea of white fluids and his mom in demeaning positions doing unspeakably sexual things to him. And just when he thought his mind was going to explode by the overload of incest filled smut, he saw a bit on the floor.

“Ooh, a bit!” he cried happily, snatching the golden coin and returning back up to his seat as he hugged his newly found money.

Sweetie gave him a sideways look, rolled her eyes, and went back to sipping her milkshake.

Holding up his bit in his hoof like it was a prize, Button’s momentary glee was replaced with a look of confusion. “Wait... what was I doing again?” Button tapped his chin, glancing back down at the milkshake mess on the floor.

“Wait a sec... I won the milkshake race!” he shouted triumphantly, the earlier events of mental anguish already brushed under the rug by Button’s Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD). “Whoo hoo, I win!”

Author's Note

This story was based off the bangwagon (and yes, it is spelled like that) for Button's mom stories, and somewhat this video as well.