"Ugh..."
Little by little, her eyes fluttered open. Bits and pieces of the room revealed themselves in front of her as she slowly woke up.
"What happened?" she mumbled. Despite her best attempts to recall the events occurring prior to this, nothing seemed to manifest. A deep, dark haze had settled around her thoughts, cutting off her mind to even herself.
Once fully open, her eyes scanned the room she found herself in. Simply looking upon the tiles and walls made her heart race ever so slightly. Dark red stains covered every inch of the interior, however it didn't quite resemble blood. There was an otherwordly feeling to it, as if it didn't belong in this room.
Aside from two candles next to her, there was no illumination of the tiny room. It lacked furniture, too. In fact, it was completely empty save for the mare and candles.
Button's mother raised a hoof to her nose in a sudden instant and coughed. Her stomach twisted and turned violently inside of her. A vile, almost grotesque, stench had overtaken the air around her, though no source was to be seen.
"What is this place?" she thought. "How did I...?"
Both the stench and her train of thought disappeared as her eyes found a piece of brown paper next to her. With a trembling hoof and wide eyes she picked it up and looked at the scribbling on it.
"In my restless dreams, I see that arcade. Silent Thrill."
Button's mother lowered her eyebrows as she tried to remember.
"You promised you'd take me there again someday. But you never did. Well, I'm alone there now... In our 'special place'... Waiting for you... Waiting for you to come see me. But you never do. All I want is to see you again, mom."
As her eyes ran over the very last letters on the paper, they went wide. Even in the unnatural room couldn't make her heart race as fast as it did now. She unwillingly dropped the piece of paper and got up on her trembling legs.
"Button." Her voice was weak and her breathing labored, yet her mind was fierce and determined. Despite the chills running down her spine, she moved forward, right towards the rusty metal door.
Fear raced in her mind as she put her hoof onto the knob-less door. Anything could lie beyond it, and anything was too much. Hopefully it would just be good old Ponyville, sleeping quietly in the night as it always did.
When she pushed open the door, it creaked as she gasped. As she had hoped, the town of Ponyville laid right there in front of her, yet it was so vastly different. A deep, thick fog had overtaken the quiet, comfortable town. It was impossible to look any further than a few feet. All she could see was the broken facade of Sugarcube Corner and the road beneath her.
Only her own fearful breaths could be heard in the night. Not even the owls or timberwolves in the Everfree forest made a noise. There was only Button's mother with her racing heart, clouded mind, and shaky hoofsteps.
One by one her hooves tapped onto the ground beneath them. Each little step sent shivers through her weary body as she approached Sugarcube Corner. If not for the broken sign above the door, she would have never recognized the place. The same red substance was smeared all over the exterior of the place, and the windows were boarded up.
"This isn't possible..." she spoke softly to herself. "I was here just yesterday... I was..."
Pinkie Pie herself had been there, she was sure of it. Buying cupcakes from such an energetic pony was an experience in itself, and Button's mother was sure she had been there the day before. Yet here the building was, looking decades old and abandoned.
"No, no," she mumbled. "The arcade, Button... I have to find it."
The lonely pony looked around, trying to scout further ahead than the fog allowed her. It was a fruitless effort; all she wanted to see was well hidden behind the wall of uninviting haze. Sighing in defeat and worry, she put her mind to the test. The arcade was somewhere in town, that much she knew, but the exact location eluded her.
"Come on, think! If I'm at Sugarcube Corner, the arcade is-"
An ear-piercing screech of scraping metal drowned out her thoughts, as well as her horrified scream. It seemed so very close, yet she saw nothing capable of making such a horrid noise. She instinctively took a step back, which only caused the noise to increase in volume.
Every inch of her body wanted to move, wanted to run. All she wanted to do was gallop away until she reached her goal. Yet something kept her pinned to the ground, watching the fog in front of her. It swirled and hissed at her, making her mind conjure up the most monstrous thoughts and images.
When the fog grew darker and a shape appeared within it, her heart stopped for a moment. Even the screeching seemed to fade for a moment as that shape moved closer. Only when the shape breached the fog did she scream again from the bottom of her lungs.
In front of her stood something resembling a pony gone wrong. It was at least twice as big as any ordinary pony, and where its head should have been sat an enormous dark blue metal helmet shaped like a star. How a pony could ever hold up their head with something like that on it, she knew not.
Next to the monstrosity was the source of the awful screeching. A rusty, dark blue sword dragged along the road, the handle hovering in the air. Magic held the weapon floating just enough to keep it moving forward, albeit slowly.
Button's mother needed no more incentive or time to think; she turned on the spot and set into full gallop. Through the fog she went, barely dodging empty trashcans and broken wagons lying about. Silhouettes of buildings flashed past the corners of her eyes as she ran away from the twisted creature behind her.
No matter how fast her legs carried her, the screeching didn't quiet down. It stayed right inside her ears, gnawing away at her sanity. The fresh images of the unknown monster lingered within her head alongside the noise, reminding her of the reason for pushing her body to the edge.
She turned her head and looked behind her, despite not wanting to see whatever she had encountered again. Only for a brief moment did she look, seeing nothing but the everlasting fog. And all it took was a moment of distraction.
Button's mother found herself tumbling to the ground as her hoof got caught on something hard. The dirt found her muzzle, and she groaned in a mixture of pain and surprise.
In the very moment the rest of her body hit the ground, the screeching stopped abruptly. The world around her grew instantly silent, as if the screeching had never even existed. Yet it lingered within her mind, a constant reminder of what had stood in the street.
Her eyes stuck to the fog she had passed, waiting to pick up the slightest of movement. Just as the screeching had stopped, however, so had the creeping of the dark shape. All that was left was the fog itself, taunting her mind and chuckling in her ears.
"This is a dream," she panted. "This isn't real... A nightmare..."
"This isn't a dream."
Button's mother shrieked and turned her head in shock. The quiet, calm voice behind her sent her entire being into a panicked state. Despite her fright and worry, she recognized the voice. As she turned her head, her suspicions were only confirmed.
"B-Button?!" she exclaimed as the colt came into view. "How, w-where am... Button!"
"Shh, it's all right, mom." His voice was so very calm and collected. It warmed her body, shielded her from the cold night air like a blanket. "I'm right here."
He quietly stepped forward, until his little body was all she could see.
"Button... Oh, Button... I'm so glad you're safe."
"Just relax -" He put a hoof on her mane and stroked it gently. "- You're fine."
In an instant, before she could speak or even blink, his lips were planted on hers. They pressed against her muzzle with fervor and passion, spreading extraordinary warmth in her body. It was a kiss she knew well and had experienced many times, yet she found herself resisting.
"Mmh..."
The moaning of her son vibrated through her body, until it reached her nether region. It shook her insides, sending bolts of pleasure throughout her body. Already her soft hole had turned drenching wet, aching for relief. Although her body wanted it, her mind kept screaming the word 'No'.
Button withdrew from the kiss and stared into his mother's eyes. That stare she had seen many times, during nights in her bedroom and morning in his. That stare revealing all about his feelings and thoughts, and his bodily needs.
"B-Button! What are you doing?!" she panted.
"I just want you to enjoy yourself, mom," he chuckled. "Don't you like it?"
"T-This isn't right! We shouldn't be d-doing this!"
The colt kept chuckling as he slowly stepped past her, his eyes never leaving her body on the ground.
"You'll love it, I promise." Button stopped moving once behind her. "Look, you're already eager for it."
Button's mother gasped sharply, and her head threw itself towards the ground. The hoof of her son slowly ran up and down her pink, puffy lips, causing immense pleasure in both her mind and body. Never before had she been so sensitive, and she couldn't think as his hoof stayed on her.
"Button, p-please!" she whimpered, a trail of longing in her voice. No matter how hard she tried, her body wouldn't move. All of her attempts at getting up were in vain.
"Trust me."
His response echoed in the night, like a soothing calm overtaking the city, banishing the fog. It stayed within her mind, removing all thoughts and wondering. A brief second of serenity washed over her, dulling her nerves and slowing down her heartbeat.
All but a fleeting moment did it last, before Button himself shattered it with a violent thrust. A great, pulsing force opened up her slit and buried itself deep within it, causing her body to moan but her throat to scream. His overgrown phallus reached the very end of her entrance, touching places within her she didn't know existed.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked calmly. "You seem to really like it."
She didn't know how to respond, nor did she get a chance to. The colt immediately began thrusting in and out of her, spreading her walls apart with his unnaturally large dick. Like the heartbeat within her, he rhythmically slammed his groin into her rump, grinding his flesh against hers.
"Bu-Button! W-We can't! N-No!"
"Shh, there's no need to speak." Despite his vigorous thrusting, his voice was as calm as ever. "Just enjoy it."
"Nnnoh, Celestia! P-Please!"
"I love you, mom."
All of his movements were perfect, as if he knew just what her body wanted. He hit all of the right spots, thrust at just the right speed, all of it was unmatched in perfeciton.
It took the colt no more than three minutes of intense rutting to send that well-known rumble throughout her body. From the very core of her being it came, blinding her eyes with white and setting her cunt ablaze. She tried to speak, but all she could do was moan with the purest of bliss in her mind.
Her body shook as her walls clamped down onto the cock inside of her, holding it tightly without letting go. A flood of love poured through her, drowning her son's dick in its sweet warmth. All her mind could produce was an image of her own juices sticking to the shaft and making it glisten within her.
"Oh, Button..." she panted. "Button..."
When her son did not answer, she furrowed her brows and gulped. "Button?"
She slowly turned her head to look behind her, and saw nothing but her own flank and the heavy fog.
"B-Button?!"
Immediately she got up, despite the protesting of her relaxed muscles. Around and around she turned, her eyes scanning every inch of the area around her. There was no colt, no hat, no lingering smell of her son; nothing. All that remained was a small puddle of her juices on the ground where she had laid.
"Button?! Button!"
No matter where she moved, the fog revealed nothing. Button was nowhere to be seen nor heard. He had vanished from sight, as if he never even existed.
"Button, please! Come back!" she yelled into the night. Her voice echoed in the distance, reflecting the grief in her voice back to her.
"BUTTON! PLEASE!" Tears crept into the corners of her eyes, forming drops of the purest sorrow that went streaming down her cheeks. Through the fur they ran, until they jumped away and fell towards the ground.
"PLE-E-E-E-EASE!"
Button's mother slumped to the ground, her body finally giving up. Every single muscle ached not with pain, but plight. They wanted to move, wanted to go on, but she couldn't bring herself to it just yet. Her mind only wanted to sit there and watch the ground while conjuring up images of the brown colt.
The world around her had other ideas, however. In an instant, the screeching returned, louder than before. It wailed on her skull, bashing it in as if actually hitting her with the enormous sword.
Although her vision was blurred by the tears, she could easily make out the very same shape from prior lurking towards her. This time, she noticed the creature was limping slightly, causing the star-shaped helmet to sway in the fog.
"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" she roared as she got to her legs. "STAY BACK!"
Even she didn't quite believe in the strength of her protests. She immediately began stumbling backwards, her eyes locked on the terrifying creature. It seemed faster than before, piercing the fog with greater speed and ferocity than she remembered.
"I ONLY WANT MY SON!"
The screeching stopped for a moment, as did the creature. Button's mother froze in place as she watched the dark shape in the fog, eying its every move. She held her breath as she watched, waiting for the next move of the monster.
Every drop of blood in her body froze as the fog in front of her stirred. The starheaded creature didn't move an inch, but something next to it did. Hordes of things. A swarm of small, black shapes appeared on the ground around the horrible creature, slowly growing bigger as they approached.
Out of the fog came tiny, furless, faceless ponies. At first a few, then tens, followed by hundreds. Every single one of them were covered in the very same dark blue that adorned all the buildings and the starheaded monster's helmet. What sent her mind into ruthless panic, however, was the fact that they didn't move a limb, yet kept coming towards her, gliding across the ground.
In front of her, the sword-wielding monster reared it's head back and released a guttural roar akin to that of mature dragons. Yet this roar embodied everything vile and grotesque, sounding more like flesh being repeatedly stapped than anything else.
It took no more than the roar to start up her legs. Wanting not to find out what the freaky foals were capable of, she immediately turned and ran. The moment she turned her gaze away from the monstrosities behind her, she realized there were more; many more.
Faceless foals were pouring into the streets all around her as she ran, gliding slowly towards her over the dirt and rubble. They produced no noise yet seemed to fill her ears with horrible cries.
Through the street she ran, far away from the on-going roar of the starheaded monster, avoiding every little nightmarish foal in her way. She twisted and turned on the road, going only in the directions that were clear of the small creatures.
Buildings passed her by at every turn, but she didn't recognize any of them. All were plastered with blue and every window was boarded up. For all she knew, this could be an entirely different town. There was no sign of the good old Ponyville.
On and on she ran, narrowly escaping all of the foals. Something in the back of her mind warned her of even looking at them. Everything about them was wrong and twisted, and despite their stiff limbs, she knew they would hurt her. Maybe even kill her. And she did not intend to see whether she was right.
Button's mother turned a sharply to the right and gasped as she saw a building coming closer. It was no larger than an ordinary house, and it blocked her path. With the swarms of foals around her, there was no way around the building. The only way forward was through it.
Burning pain shot through her legs, but she pushed herself on. All the way through the fog past the creatures around her and right to the front door. It, like the door she had exited earlier, was made of solid, rusty metal. Just as the other buildings, the windows were boarded up, and the entirety of the house was covered in by the gloomy dark blue.
With no other option available, she threw herself at the metal door. The moment her body hit the metal, the door swung open, and Button's mother found herself flying through the air and into the house. She groaned in pain as she came in contact with the floor, and all of her breath was forced from her lungs.
Despite her weakened state, she immediately turned her head towards the entrance. Outside, the horde of faceless foals were creeping closer, threatening to enter the house alongside her. Their non-existant eyes stared right at her, sending her into a brief moment of insanity.
She mustered whatever strength she could find and attempted to get up. A sharp pain in her left hind leg kept her pinned to the ground, however. Not even the adrenaline could force her to ignore such physical discomfort.
As if hearing her silent prayers, the door suddenly slammed itself shut with a metallic schreech. Button's mother watched it in disbelief for a few silent minutes. No banging occurred, and no foals walked through it like ghosts. It simply stood there, guarding her from the dangers of the outside.
It seemed to good to be true, and Button's mother waited nervously for a monster to slip through. Yet none came. The roar of the starheaded monster had vanished behind the metal, as had every little faceless foal and the heavy fog.
She collapsed onto her belly, all of her legs splayed out across the floor. Her muzzle pointed directly into the dark, silent house. Only a few feet from her did everything fade into darkness. It was just as heavy as the fog, and far more intimidating.
All she could make out was the hallway splitting into two: stairs leading up on the left and another hallway on the right. Something about this very place felt familiar, as if she had been here before. The haze around her mind did not allow her to think, however. Every time she put her heart into remembering, all she managed was to make her head throb in pain.
Button's mother closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "I just want my son..."
"I'm right here, mom."
Immediately her eyes flung open, revealing the dark brown coat of her son right in front of her. As before, he wore a caring, loving smile on his little face, and his eyes shone with friendliness.
"H-How?! B-Button?!"
The colt stepped forward until he was looking down at his mother's face on the floor. "It's all right. Everything is fine."
"N-No! Ev-Everything is- MMPH!"
Button silenced his mother's words by shoving all of his length into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged uncontrollably at the forceful insertion of the dick in her mouth, which only served to pleasure Button even further.
"That's a good mom. Keep going."
Back and forth the cock went, sliding along her tongue and deep into her open throat. Each thrust was gentle and loving, performed with care and precision. The hot flesh filled out the entirety of her mouth and massaged her insides with its pulsing and throbbing.
"MMPH! MMMH-MMF!"
"Right there, mom. You're so good at this."
He picked up speed and force, slowly turning his gentle thrusts into full on fucking. Each thrust lost precision and instead turned to primal need. She gagged each time it forced her throat wide open, forced her to take all of it in. But the gagging only caused him to thrust harder and harder, until his groin smacked against her face, forcing her to close her eyes.
"Are you ready for your treat?" Button asked calmly. The colt wasn't even panting, let alone showing any vocal signs of pleasure.
"Here it comes. Be a good mom and swallow all of it."
Without further warning, the dick inside her mouth stopped moving. Only the head remained inside, and it exploded in a tsunami of jizz. Sticky hot loads shot into her open mouth, coating it with her son's love.
The moment it touched her flesh, her body erupted with warmth. Each load made her body beg for more, beg to be covered completely in the jizz. Her mind protested, shouted out slurs and swears, but her body prevailed. It wanted more, endlessly more, and all she could do was greedily swallow all of her son's sperm.
Button's mother lapped at the flared cockhead inside her mouth, coaxing every drop of his seed out of his balls and into her open mouth. Every time he blew himself inside her mouth, she happily gulped it all down. She drank like it was water served on a hot summer day.
"You did so good, mom. That was fantastic."
She closed her mouth and slowly turned her gaze upwards. This time, Button was still there. He had not disappeared, but he had moved. Halfway into the darkness he stood, smiling at her just as he had before.
"Button..." She reached out with her hoof, trying with all her might to touch him.
"See you, mom." Button chuckled and turned around, his little hooves carrying him across the floor and towards the staircase to the left.
"Please stay..."
On he went, ignoring the quiet words of his mother. His brown little body disappeared around the corner, and the sound of hoofsteps stepping on a wooden floor echoed throughout the house and into her ears.
She needed no more motivation, no more reason. Knowing he was just around the corner was more than enough, and so she forced herself to stand. Motivation, however, did not remove pain, and her hind leg seared with it. Never before had she experienced such extraordinary burning in her body; not even when she gave birth.
Despite this overwhelming misery, she forced herself forward. Each step was unbearable, but the simple image of her son walking up the stairs was enough to keep her going.
"Button!" she cried out into the darkness. "Come back! Please!"
Unlike before, she could clearly her the sound of her son from above. It was a quiet giggle, but that was all she needed.
"BUTTON! PLEASE!"
By the time she reached the flight of stairs, her entire body was begging her to stop. All of it had been consumed by the torment caused by her leg, but she didn't care. She bit her lip hard enough to draw drops of blood, but it helped relieve the pain.
After lifting her shaky legs, she began climbing the stairs in front of her. The first step was tough, but not impossible. The second step, however, cracked her. She collapsed on the stairs, crying out in agony from having her weight supported by her hind legs. Tears streamed down her face, yet she did not want to quit.
A sudden, distant screech forced her eyes open. The metallic howling did not come from behind her, but from above the stairs. No shape stood at the top of the stairs, and neither did it stand behind her. All she knew was that the monster was close.
It lasted no longer than a few seconds, this time. Instead, it was followed by a loud 'thump' and a groan. A deafening groan caused not by a monster or otherworldly being, but by a pony. A little male colt.
Where the pain had resided in her body remained only fierce determination. From upstairs, the thumps continued, as did the groaning. It was distant and quiet, but more than enough to drive Button's mother to her legs.
The pain returned instantly, but she cared not for it. There were far more important matters at hand, and she knew pain was fleeting. Therefore, she immediately began running up the stairs, soaking up the pain and throwing it away as she went up each step.
"B-BUTTON! I'M COMING!" she roared. "MOMMY'S HERE!"
At the top of the stairs, she found herself in another hallway, but she could see the end of this one. Streaks of light shone through the crack underneath the metal door at the end of the hall. From underneath it came the thumping and groaning as well, forcing their way out into the house.
"I'M, I'M HERE! SWEETIE!"
A roar identical to the one she had heard earlier filled the house. The very sound of it sent a tear down her face, and her eyes widened.
"No..."
Button groaned loudly from inside the room, his voice nearly drowned out by the roar.
"NO!" She immediately resumed running towards the door, her energy renewed by the sounds from inside. "DON'T HURT HIM!"
Every step brought her closer to the breaking point. Every nerve in her body trembled in pain and begged for relief. Not once did she consider giving it to them. Not once did she stop before her hooves were on the metal door.
With all of her remaining strength, she pushed the door open and stumbled inside the room. Immediately she recognized it. Right in front of her sat an old, broken television, covered in a layer of dust. All around it on the floor lay cases with disks inside them. And next to the TV itself sat a little box she knew very well.
Her mind stopped as she looked around the room, until her eyes found the huge, metallic sword on the floor next to the bed. On the bed itself was the owner, along with a little brown colt.
Button lay on his stomach in his bed, his eyes closed and his mouth smiling. Groans of pleasure shot out of his throat as his little body rocked underneath the starheaded monster. The monstrous pony thrust its hips back and forth, slamming an enormous cock into the colt's tiny anus. Guttural sounds seeped out from underneath the helmet, mixing with Button's cries of joy.
She fell to the floor, stomach churning and head spinning as she watched the monster viciously fuck her son. Every thrust made her sick and every groan made her blink, yet Button did nothing but encourage it.
"No..." she said quietly. "Leave my son alone..."
Neither of the two turned to even look at her. They simply continued on with their shameless act. Button taking everything the monster had to give and loving every part of it.
"Please... Button..."
"Yes! Give it to me!" the colt exclaimed in pure ecstasy. "I'm a dirty colt!"
"No... Button, please..." She fell to the floor, tears in her eyes. The pain and the sight before her forced her down. Forced her to lay and watch it all.
Over and over the monster slammed into him, burying its dick deep within the colt. It spread apart his tiny ass with fervor and force, causing Button to roar in utter pleasure.
"YES! YES, MOM! YEEES!"
She could only watch with tears in her eyes as the starheaded monster plunged deep into her son and reared its ugly helmet back while screeching with lust. She could see every muscle of the two tense up as they both reached their climax right there on the bed. She saw her son ejaculate on the bed, and strands of hot, white sperm forcing its way out of his ass.
Even as the sight sent her stomach into a tornado of sickness and hate, a familiar warmth began spreading in all of her body. Despite her protesting thoughts, her silent plea to any being out there, she found herself moving a shaky hoof down along her belly.
"Please, no..." she whimpered.
"Please, more!" Button exclaimed, causing the monster to resume thrusting.
More than anything she wanted to close her eyes, shield herself from what she saw. She wanted to close her eyes and ears, ignoring all there was in this very room. Her body, however, she could no longer control. As her hoof slipped between her thighs, her eyes shot open, plastered to the lewd act unfolding in front of her.
Slowly she began twirling her hoof around, massaging herself on the floor. And very slowly, she began hearing her own voice responding to Button's pleas for more.
"Look at you", she whispered. "Getting off o-on your mother... pounding you."
The monster picked up speed and force, ravaging the young colt's ass on the bed.
"Are you... mommy's little colt-cuddler?"
Button gurgled beneath the force of the pounding, his little voice carrying so much emotion. It made her chuckle lightly as she laid there, pleasuring her aching, pained body.
"I love you, son." She smiled at the colt, despite him not looking at her. "Never forget that."
She whimpered and bit her lip as her body shook with pleasure. Her orgasm was not intense, nor blinding and mind-consuming like so many others. It was a quiet, calming orgasm, one that soothed her mind and removed some of the lingering pain.
The moment she felt her juices on her hoof, the monster once again buried its cock within her son, pumping him full of its seed. More of that white, sticky stuff poured out from around the shaft and dripped onto the bed.
"I love you, mom!" Button exclaimed as the monster once again resumed thrusting. "Oh, yes!"
On the floor she lay, a hoof between her thighs, chuckling quietly at her son's words.
"I love you too, son. You'll always be mine."
