Nightmares and Night Mares
Nightmares and Night Mares
It was a thundering storm over Ponyville, the weather a shocking turn from the past weeks of scorching summer heat. The earth was dry beneath a pony's hooves, and the wind was thick as water as it filled your lungs. The citizens knew this would happen, the weather patrol always formal with their work, but that never stopped the fears and tears that filled the scared foal's mind's and eyes. One such foal was a young, shut in colt by the name of Button Mash. With strike of lighting and roar of thunder, the colt's night had begun, waking him from his electronic trance.
“Moooooooooom! The power's out!” The brown colt called out through the house, his seat in front of the television practically engrained in the wooden floor, his rump remaining there for days on end despite his mother's protest. Finally figuring his mother hadn't heard him, Button Mash stood from his warm, oak seat on the floor and trudged away, a huff of frustration as he began the rather tedious search for his mother. Room to room, hall to hall he found nothing, her usual place in the kitchen suspiciously empty. It wasn't that late the colt thought, the clock only reading seven in the afternoon. Trudging up the solid staircase, he heard what could only be the sounds of a mother worried about her child, inside the now tenebrous bathroom.
Pushing the white door open with his brown snout, Button Mash saw what he had expected, his sleeping mother sprawled in a once steaming bath. “Mooooooom.” He whined, his mother not stirring from her rest, a book of cheesy romance laying open on her face as the colt prodded at her shoulder. “Mom, the power's out!” He shouted once more, the cream coated mare not moving a muscle as her son tried to rouse her. In an act of worry, Button Mash picked the book from her face and tossed it away, who needs books anyways. A hoof dipping into the lukewarm water, he splashed the wet onto his mother's face, startling her awake with the fear that she was drowning.
With a sputter and a jump, she was to her hooves, looking around the moonlit white bathroom. “Button, what happened?” She asked, her body still streaming water as she stood in the pale blue basin.
“The storm killed me.” Button Mash explained, referring to his game more than himself as he looked up at his groggy mother. With another flash of lightning and cackle of thunder, the colt flinched in surprise, scared as the house began to moan it's displeasure with the winds. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” The colt asked, puppy dog eyes looking up at his mother's for pity, not liking storms when he couldn't play his games.
“Button, no. You're almost fifteen now, you need to sleep in your own room.” She said sternly, the town always speaking of her relationship with her son. Such gossip would never bother her, but over time everyponies patience withers. With a sigh of frustration, Button Mash turned from his mother without another word, leaving for his room through the dark hallway.
Hearing his mother climb from the tub as he walked, the brown colt opened his door with a cautious speed, peering through the cracked door for any kind of monster, demon, or zombie. His coast clear and his bed in sight, Button Mash ignored the idea of sleep and continued to his television and it's stand, inspecting the barely visible cabinet for the sign of his goal.
Reaching a hoof to touch the wooden side, he slid it along the smooth length until it reached something odd, something out of place. Dipping his hoof into the small dip, Button Mash pulled, sliding a crudely concealed panel away to reveal his back up, his last resort in case something terrible ever happened. Letting the wooden tile fall to the ground with a soft clack, Button Mash looked with a smile at his treasure, a hidden portable, complete with a set of fresh batteries and a game he wasn't supposed to have.
Secret in mouth, he practically pranced to his bed, leaping upon it and waiting until he heard the sound of his mother's door closing. Not a minute after, it echoed through the house, a flash of lightning illuminating his smiling face as he powered the small orange console. Zombie Zappers Zero, the most violent game released in history, it's sixteen bit graphics simulating blood and guts of every pony and zombie killed, your only weapon a baseball bat.
Hours and hours went by as Button Mash played, his unacknowledged clock reading eleven at night by the time his game warned him of the depleted batteries. Not noticing the blinking red light of sorrow, he played on, his pony running for his life from a horde of raging undead through a storm much like the one around him. The colt retreated to the only place he knew they weren't, his mother, the safe haven of the game. Running as fast as the game would allow, Button Mash could see his goal in sight, only a few more seconds and one more intersection to pass and he would be free.
Not wasting a moment as the undead snapped at his heels, Button Mash ran with fear, his real heart pounding as he was so near. With a scream of anger, the undead charged at him from around the corner, the intersection flooding with them before he could pass. Reacting with lightning reflexes, Button Mash leaped onto a fence, running along it as the cannibalistic cartoons clawed at him from below, charging towards his goal and over the evil beneath him. A large leap, exhausting his character's stamina and leaving him helpless if it didn't work, Button Mash hoped beyond hope that he would land in safety.
His stallion flying through the air, trailing over the enemies he feared so, the screen went black. Looking on for a moment more, it took the roar of thunder to snap him from his focus on the empty screen, realizing what he had just lost. Hours of work and the life of another hero, Button Mash set the console to the side, his frustration manifesting as a subtle twitch of the eye. Sitting up to hide game and sob into his pillow, the colt was shocked as the lightning illuminated his room once more, the form of a legless pony spreading across his door.
Just a shadow of himself Button Mash noted, only to see another, and another. Fear getting the better of him, the brown colt scurried out of bed and to his closet, hurriedly sifting through the unkempt pile of stuff to find a bat. Not a weapon in grasping range, Button Mash into the small room, pulling the door shut behind him as he cowered. The quake of thunder and creaking house filled the foal with a ferocious fear, the body shaking as he tried to think of something to save him, someplace safe and hidden away. Someplace like his mother.
Crawling out from the secluded closet, Button Mash crept through his dark room, his game forgotten as he silently slid towards the door. Slowly opening the white entry, the colt peered out into the hallway, it's twenty steps more intimidating than ever. Like ripping off a bandage, Button Mash dived through the crack, sneaky to the edge of the staircase to survey the surroundings. Looking around the side, he looked down to check for safe pass.
Not a zombie nor a looter in sight, he dived across the gap, rolling behind the railing to look at his goal once more. Learning from his recent mistake, the colt quietly crawled across the hallway walls, sliding across to the bathroom doorway to ensure he would be safe. Looking in, he saw the room as peaceful and serene as it was this morning, the full moon shining in brightly from the window. Coast clear, he rolled across once more, his mother's room only feet away as his heart pounded in his chest.
Approaching with caution, Button Mash walked up to the door and took a gulp, reaching up to the doorknob with a gulp. Licking his lips and wiping the sweat from his brow, Button Mash grabbed at the knob and turned, slowly, quietly. Reaching the end of it's turn, Button Mash opened the door and peered inside, seeing his mother's bed bathed in bright moonlight. Opening the door just a crack more, he slipped inside and watched, making sure his mother was still sleeping. Shutting the room behind him, the colt tiptoed across the carpeted floor, the edge of his mother's bed nearly reaching his nose as he looked over it.
Her sleeping form draped in the light sheets, Button Mash reached his hooves onto the mattress, lifting himself up slowly, shaking the entire bed. Finally finding rest on the soft surface, he rolled over to face his mother, her cream coat glowing under the night's silver beams. Closing his eyes with a smile, Button Mash quickly fell asleep, the large pillow of his absent father cradling his head.
It seemed almost instantly that Button Mash awoke, only three hours having passed since he sneaked inside his mother's bedroom. His mind a fog and surroundings a blur, the colt looked around, the room still lit by the moon above, his mother's back turned to him, and a painful pulsing jutting from his loins. Sheets thrown away long ago, he looked down to see a surprise.
His mother's soft rear was pressed firmly against his waist, his marbled shaft sticking out from between her tightly clamped legs. Button Mash had never thought about anything relating to mares, video games occupying anytime he wasn't in school, and all the ponies in town had said that incest was bad; preconceptions pushing embarrassment straight to his mind. Quietly sliding his brown hooves down his mother's back, Button Mash pressed them against her buxom rear, trying his best to pull himself away from her without disturbance.
Giving a sigh a determination, Button Mash pulled, his mother's lengthy legs pressed together like no sleeping pony's should. Shaft trapped, Button Mash pulled harder, worrying more about his mother waking up in the morning to find his shaft between her thighs. Giving a firm jerk back, the colt's hips budged his member from between his mother's legs, her warm body wrapped around him like a vice, warm body gripping around his teenaged shaft. Pleasure stroking along his shaft, the colt continued to pull back, his mother's legs seemingly tightening their grasp around him as he shuddered.
Member trapped betwixt his mother's thick thighs, Button Mash pulled back harder, his flared phallus stopping halfway free. With a deep breath, Button Mash wrapped his hooves around her hips and thrust forward, to lodge himself loose from his awkward entanglement. With an unexpected moan and a shudder of pleasure, the colt continued to force himself forward, unknown pleasure pulsing through his pony rod. Plan no longer of concern, the colt was fascinated by his newest activity, slowly sliding his shaft back until it stopped once more.
With a soft 'paff' of colliding hips and a slight quiver of the colt's legs, Button Mash held himself tight against the cream caboose before him, it's secrets of untold pleasure slowly coming to light. New plan precedent by pleasure, the stallion to be was going to explore this new discovery, resolve restored as he peered upon his mother's rear-store. Front hooves assuring their grasp around his mother's well toned waist, the colt took to plunging himself once more between her legs, the thick thighs he knew so well quickly becoming his favorite toy as he withdrew. With another whine of pleasure, the brown coated pony took to a rhythm as he thrust forward, front hooves beginning to wander around his sleeping mother's body.
Over and over, Button Mash rammed his hips against his mother's pillow-like plot, his marbled joystick rubbing against her with a soft 'shff' of coat on skin. Idle hooves reaching for new discovery, the colt found something wet, a hoof rubbing against it in curiosity. Hips mashing his member between his mother's legs, Button Mash slowing his pace and taking a look at his love smeared hoof. Disregarding his uncertainty, the colt lapped his tongue over it, the slick stick salty to the taste and textured like nothing he had known before. Plans to return his hoof for more, Button Mash nearly shouted in surprise as his mother began to stir, her cream colored body turning to it's stomach on the fluffy bed as his brown shaft slipped free from it's entrapment.
Watching intently, Button Mash began to relax as his mother soothed, not a motion beyond her rising rear, each breath moving it in tune with the colt's stare. Nearly hypnotic, her motioning plot drew the colt closer, slowly sliding himself to the foot of the bed without a sound. His hoof brushing the brown tail aside, Button Mash looked on for a moment, entranced by the softly shaking ways of the cream colored game pads. Checking his mother's face to find her truly asleep, he leaned his face down slowly, heartbeat pounding in his chest as the colt's lips came to a pucker, placing a peck upon her luscious lady lounger with an audible 'smooch'. Heart sent into a flutter, the colt planted another, relishing the feeling as he held himself there.
Breaking the kiss, Button Mash watched for but a moment, taking in the view he had been gifted with. More daring with every rushing thought, the colt placed a hoof upon his mother's rotund rear, spreading a cheek aside to reveal her precious pony pucker. Without hesitation, the curious colt placed his lips down, planting a firm kiss on his mother's tight tail hole. Curiosity his master, Button Mash slipped his tongue between his lips, touching it to the hidden treasure below his mother's tail. Pressing in further, the brown stallion felt giddy at the sparks of perverse pleasure radiating from his tongue as it slipped inside his mother's pucker, twirling and turning as he squirmed.
Free hoof idle to play, Button Mash slipped it down to his hanging shaft, an idle stroke as he forced his tongue deeper inside the plot hole before him. Not a taste of disgust, but one of pleasant flesh, as licking your own lips would, the colt pressing his face further between the massive plot cheeks aside his face. Stroking his throbbing shaft calmly, Button Mash relished the enormity that was his mother's rear end, the way she tasted, the way it felt on his face. To remain in the throes of the moment would be a dream, not any game in the world more important than what he felt right now. Tongue dragging out as he looked up to check his mother's face, Button Mash quickly took to lapping at her pucker, matching every lick with a stroke of his hoof, soft moans escaping his maw all the while.
Patience grown thin and his package grown thick, the colt was ready for more, to see just where his discovery would take him in this world of pleasure. Climbing atop the bed once more, Button Mash straddled his mother's wide hip, pecker poking against her precious ponut hole. Thrusting forward, the almost stallion slid along the cream colored cheeks he so adored, spine tingling as his hooves moved to her luscious rear. Spreading the mare's wide-load wide, Button Mash sandwiched his shaft between the large cheeks, pressing them tight as the engulfed his marbled member; flare poking out from below her silky tail.
With a slow pace, Button Mash took to thrusting his thick shaft into her motherly rear, hind legs quivering below him as his front hooves squeezed tighter. Not another pony in sight, his only world was the pleasure he felt, pumping his pony rod into the great ass cheeks before him, a soft 'pap' as his hanging sack connected. Sweat dripping from his brow as he drew himself back once more, Button Mash bit his bottom lip as he penetrated the makeshift pussy, master sword pulsing with his heartbeat. Pleasure like the pounding storm around them, the colt pumped between his mother's plot with a zeal, his pace picking up with every firework of pleasure he felt exploding through his body.
Leaning forward, he pressed his marbled joy stick harder against the warm, cream body he was using, rhythm like a crushing panel trap as the bed shook, not caring if his mother woke or not. A whine and moan escaping his lips, the colt felt something building, a pressure piling inside of him. Hips smacking against his personal pleasure pillows, the colt watched with glee as his marbled flare poked out from between the cream colored caboose. Hips bucking like a train's smokestack, Button Mash smashed himself harder, bed beginning to creek under the strain as he felt something climbing, something building and trying to escape. With an echoing cry of ecstasy, the colt let it release, mind diving into the throes of divine delight.
Hooves holding her heavenly hiney hard, he held his rhythm firm, giving a final thrust as he felt himself release. Watching in fascination, Button Mash panted as his thick seed shot across the brown tail before his flared phallus. Rope after glob, his hips twitched in new found pleasure as he watched the contrasting cream splatter across his mother's silken tail. Like a wave crashing inside his skull, the colt simply sat there as he finished firing, a furious feeling of fullness filling his fermion formed thoughts, panting as he sat above his sleeping mother.
Mentality returning slowly, the colt drifted away from the bed, not a thought besides sleep crossing his logic as he left his sticky cum splattered over his mother, shaft wobbling between his legs as he walked. Opening the door with a creak, Button Mash stumbled back through the hallway to his room, mother's bedroom door left wide open without a care. Stopping before his bed, the almost stallion swept the dead game aside and climbed aboard, mind twisting and turning over what he just did. Darkness taking the addled Button Mash, the groggy colt was unsure if he heard the words “Goodnight Button.” coming from across the moonlit hallway.
Author's Note
Written for the Red Light Ponyville clopfic contest, hosted by Princess Cadance.
