Author's Note

This is intended as an idea dump of sorts for my own story concepts. Please do not solicit your own ideas.

Prompt: Button Mash’s mom, hugely pregnant, sitting in the basement playing video games with Button Mash. Playing video games together has always been a kind of bonding time between them, and they’ve had even more chances to bond lately, as Button’s Mom is pregnant again. She spends a lot of her time resting, chilling out in the basement and eating tons of snacks. Button Mash is snuggling next her, playing a game with her. They are sitting on an old futon from her Button’s Mom’s college days.

And no, Button is not the father. Not every fucking thing involving Button's Mom has to be incest, people.

Contains: Anthro, Pregnancy, Snuggling.

Bonding Time

Art by ForFun41

My mom is the best mom ever!

When I talk to all the other kids at school, not one of them have a mom that likes to play video games with them! But mine does, and she does it all the time!

She’s the one who first taught me how to play, you know. I still remember when I was super young, she got me my first Joyboy, and we spent hours together playing all kinds of cool games! She even let me stay up late until Dad got home! She hardly ever does that!

And lately, it’s been ever cooler. See, earlier this year, Mom and Dad told me that I was gonna be a big brother! I’ve always wanted a little brother or sister, it’s gonna be great! I asked when I’d get to meet them, but they’d said it’d be around Hearth’s Warming time, which was a long time away.

But hey, that’s okay. Some things are worth waiting for!

It was kinda weird, though. See, at first, they told me I was just gonna get one brother or sister. But then a few months later, they sat me down again, and told me I was getting a whole bunch of brothers and sisters! Isn’t that neat? Mom and Dad looked really surprised when they told me; apparently, it doesn’t happen very often.

They didn’t seem that worried, though, they just told me that Mom’s gonna start looking different soon, and that it was all part of getting ready for the babies.

I didn’t quite know what they meant by ‘different’, at first. I’d noticed that Mom had been sick for awhile, but then she got better, and then she started eating a lot more. Like, a LOT more! We were taking trips to the store super often, buying more and more food for Mom, but she just kept eating it all. It’s actually been really cool because Mom likes to eat a lot of stuff I do, and she shares it with most of the time. More snacks are always good by me!

But that’s when I started to realize what they meant. Mom’s tummy started to get bigger, so much that she couldn’t fit in her old clothes anymore. She started wearing things that was made of this really stretchy stuff, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much. She talked about it proudly with other ponies whenever we’d go out, and they’d always seemed surprised at how big Mom was getting so fast, or something.

I don’t know much more, I don’t pay much attention when adults talk to each other.

I eventually put together that the babies were growing inside Mom’s belly. I asked Mom and Dad how that had happened, but for some reason, they wouldn’t tell me! They just got really uncomfortable and started stammering, ‘we’ll tell you when you’re older’. I hate it when adults do stuff like that!

Well, whatever. It could be worse. At first Mom was really busy with getting stuff ready for the babies, but then she started relaxing more. I like it when she relaxes, because it means I get to spend time with her. Like I said, Mom likes to play video games, and we hang out together a lot in the basement playing games on her old TV. Mom likes it down there, it’s a lot cooler than upstairs, and she says it’s more comfortable for her.

All this last Fall, it’s been like this. I get home from school, put my stuff away. I look around for Mom, but if I can’t find her, I know she’s down in the basement. She’s almost always in the same spot--relaxing on an old futon, wearing sweatpants and shirts of that stretchy stuff, her tummy taking up her entire lap. It’s been weird how big she’s been getting, her belly’s so big, it looks like she’s swallowed, like, five watermelons!

Dad told me to be nice and not say anything about it. He said Mom’s just gonna keep getting bigger until she has the babies, and it’s a good thing. I don’t know why he’s so worried about what Mom thinks, though. When she’s around me, Mom talks about how big she’s getting! She even jokes about it! I think Dad is just being silly.

Today is Friday, which means it’s the weekend. I love weekends! Dad isn’t so tired from work and plays with me, and Mom lets me stay up later so we can play games together.

This particular Friday’s no different. I got home and put my stuff away, then looked around for Mom. No sign of her, so I call out her name.

“I’m downstairs, Sweetie!”

I go downstairs, and she’s in the exactly where I thought she’d be, playing a side-scrolling beat ‘em up game. Beside her is a bag of filled with empty snacks, wrappers, and water bottles. Looks like she’s been grazIng all day again. She’s resting the controller on her belly while she plays, which is a pretty neat trick, I think. I certainly can’t do that!

Mom pauses the game and looks over as I come down the stairs. “How was school, Button?”

I shrug. School’s not really my thing. I learn stuff, sure, do enough to get by, but that’s it. I’d much rather play games!

Mom laughs. “You’re definitely my son. Wanna play some co-op with me?”

Like I said, best mom ever.

I clamber up on the futon beside her. I get comfortable, snuggling beside her. I’ve noticed Mom feels a lot… softer, these days, if that makes sense. Warmer, too! She’s like a miniature little heater, which might explain why she prefers it in the basement. I know I would, if I felt that hot. It’s actually kinda neat though, because after the basement gets chilly when the sun goes down, I just stay close to Mom, and I’m nice and warm.

I get things for her, in case she needs anything. She jokes I’m her little brown gopher. It’s mostly things like more snacks if we run out, but I try to be helpful in other ways. I know it’s getting harder for her to move around. I’ve felt how heavy her belly is, I’m impressed Mom gets around as well as she does with it! She says she’s gotten used to it, but I honestly don’t know how, not with how fast it keeps growing!

Mom hands me a controller, a juice box, and a bag of peanuts. I choose my character, and before long, she and I are smacking our way through a horde of baddies.

Hours fly by. We switch from game to game, sometimes playing together, sometimes just me watching. Mom likes RPG’s, and we take turns reading aloud what the characters say. She does the mare’s voices, I do the stallions. It’s kinda like playing pretend! I didn’t really like reading before, but that was only because I wasn’t all that good at it. But after I started watching Mom play RPG’s, I got a whole lot better!

It’s starting to get late, now, and I’m starting to feel drowsy. It doesn’t help that leaning up next to Mom is like leaning up next to a pillow. I try to keep my eyes open, but it’s getting harder to do.

“Excited to meet your brothers and sisters?” Mom suddenly asks me.

I hadn’t drifted off, I swear! “U-Um…” I’m interrupted by a yawn. “Yeah! You bet!”

Mom smirks that knowing smirk she sometimes gets. I think she’d felt my head resting against her, which pretty much only happens when I’m tired. The game was in the middle of a cutscene, one we’d both seen a dozen times.

She puts an arm around me, squeezing me in a gentle hug. “You know, when they’re born, you’re gonna have to show them how to play.”

I’m starting to feel drowsy again. Mom is so warm, and she’s talking to me in that soothing way that’s so familiar... “I can’t… *yawn*... erm… can’t wait…”

Mom adjusts herself on the futon, making it easier for her to support my weight. Thankfully, i’m not all that heavy. “You’re gonna be such a good big brother. I know it.”

My head’s leaning against her again, my ear pressed against her side. I can just barely make out the dull, rhythmic beat of her heart, slow and coaxing me off to sleep. “Yeah…”

Slam!

“I’m home, guys!” comes Dad’s voice from upstairs.

But I didn’t hear him. I’d already zonked out, my breathing slow and steady. Stealthily, Mom takes an old blanket from beside her and spreads it around me. She resumes her game, munching on some food while adjusting her sweatpants. When Dad comes downstairs,
he finds us both together, like he has so many other times.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m in my bed. I know that in a few months, things are going to be different with my new brothers and sisters, but I’ll always remember these moments Mom and I had, just her and me.

We’ll still always have video games to play together, and hopefully, if we’re lucky, some of my brothers and sisters will wanna play, too!