Button tumbled through pitch darkness, the only sounds he could hear were his own screams as the mare dragged him through the nothingness. The colt struggled, desperately trying to free himself from the tangle of the monster’s prehensile hair. Although he couldn’t see her, he could feel the slick strands of her mane and tail as they wound around his legs and midsection. Fortunately his muzzle had been freed from her posterior, allowing him to breath, although the cloying bittersweet aroma remained. As he fought against his bonds, he felt the cold and clammy caress of a hoof across his cheek, causing him to redouble his efforts to escape.

“Please,” Button pleaded, “Just let me go!” The hoof on his face withdrew and the taught filaments of hair around the colt’s body slackened at his words. “I’m sorry alright. I don’t know what I did, or why you’re trying to kill me, but I’m sorry!” he cried, with tears streaming down his face. The colt suddenly found himself freed; the main and tail, which had enveloped him, untangling from his body as it receded into the nothingness.

Button’s fall came to an abrupt stop as he impacted something hard and wet. Wherever he was wasn’t completely devoid of light but he could tell he was standing in water. Creeping forward he thrust a hoof before himself, blindly feeling about as he tried to get oriented. His hoof touched something soft and he scrambled backward into some sort of wall. Button’s eyes began to adjust, allowing him to make out the vague silhouette of a something sitting across from him .

“S...Stay back!” he shouted, looking around for a means of escape. His ears twitched as he heard the faint sound of crying. Slowly he looked back to the lone figure and realized that it was the source of the sorrowful noise.

“I...I never meant to hurt you…” the creature whispered in a feminine voice so faint that it may not have existed at all.

“Wait,” Button murmured, edging closer. It was the mare, the same hellish creature which had haunted him for the past day. She sat, her back to the wall, curled up with her face buried in her hooves, quietly weeping. “You can talk?” Button blurted, flabbergasted at the revelation that she wasn’t just some mindless abomination. The mare nodded solemnly in response, turning her mane covered visage to face him. “Well why the buck were you haunting me?!” Button demanded, anger welling within him. “You broke into my house, tortured me, and dragged me off to Celestia knows where!” he continued, slamming his hoof into the shallow water, causing her to flinch.

“I...thought you’d remember me…” she breathed, turning away and hiding her face in her hooves.

“Know you? I don’t know who you are!” Button shouted, his voice reverberating through the air. ‘Wait,’ he thought, as he looked around. His eyes had finally adjusted to the point where he could make out his surrounding, albeit faintly. Looking around he realized he was in a small circular room with an impossibly high ceiling. Casting his gaze upward he noticed that the sole source of illumination came from some light high above. The colt’s heart fell into the pit of his stomach. His eyes darted around at the walls, noting their cobblestone construction, before glancing up again. It was a well, the well. Somehow she’d brought him to the cursed cistern from the painting.

“Laruam,” the mare sighed, “Laruam Loqueris.”

“Laruam?” Button repeated, slightly confused, as his attention was brought back to the horror. “Is that your name?” he asked. The mare nodded slightly, her mane shifting as her head moved. “Well...why did you bring me here?”

“Because I knew you were looking for me,” she said, getting to her hooves and facing him. “I knew after all this time you wouldn’t give up looking for me.”

“What in the world are you talking about?” Button asked, even more confused than he had already been. “I still don’t know who you are or where this is!”

“I’m Laruam...and this is where I died,” she responded. “Don’t you remember?” she whispered, taking a step closer.

The world around Button spun, images of people and places which he couldn’t recognize flashing by as Laruam recounted her tale.

~

When I was younger I was always happy. I had my mom and dad, and we lived in a little cottage just outside of town. I know it couldn’t have been too far from the local village because every morning my mother would walk me to school; and it wasn’t long before I could smell fresh bread coming from the bakery. My teacher would meet us outside and show me to my seat before the other students would file in for class.

Most of them were nice, offering to help me if I ever needed it or bringing me snacks, but, of course, there were always a few mean ones too. They’d play awful tricks on me like tossing apple cores or trying to trip me in the hallways but it was ok. Even though I was blind I managed to get by well enough. I’d tell them that they were ugly on the inside; that, even though I couldn’t see what they looked like, I knew they weren’t even worth looking at in the first place.

I even got a coltfriend after a while. His name was Switch and he was always always so sweet to me. He’d go to the fields and through the woods to find all sorts of wild flowers for me, allowing me to smell their delicate fragrances. Switch even got me a fresh pastry every Monday morning from the bakery, surprising me with a different flavor and making my start of the week all that much sweeter. As time went on he’d even make the trip to my house so he could walk me to class, even though it meant he had to get up extra early. I was so happy every time I heard his voice. I knew everything would be ok as long as we were together.

We only grew closer as time went on, spending all of our free time together. I’ll never forget our first kiss; we sat beneath a cherry tree after school one afternoon and he called my name. When I turned I felt his warm soft lips caress my own. It was only a fleeting sensation but, in that moment, I knew that I wanted to grow old with him. Even though I couldn’t see him I knew he was perfect, from his soft crop of mane to his hooves. He made me feel like nopony else ever had. Just thinking about him brought a smile to my face, and I longed for him as only a mare in love could. But not all love stories have a happy ending...

One day, after class as he was walking me home, a group of bullies stopped us. I don’t know why they were so mad, or what could have driven them to be so mean, but, whatever the reason, they didn’t want us to be together. There were at least four of them. They kept shouting that I was a freak and that Switch was worse than I was for wanting to be with me. I...I heard them fighting, the sounds of hooves on flesh and cries of pain, but all I could do was try to get away. Switch yelled for me to run, to get away so they couldn’t hurt me, so I ran.

I galloped off the road and into the woods, the underbrush whipped against my face as I fled. Occasionally my hoof would catch a root, or I’d stumble into a tree, but I pressed on. I knew that Switch would find me once he was done with those bullies. After a while I stopped, thinking I was far enough away to stop and wait. All I could do was sit against against a tree, expecting to hear Switch’s voice calling for me. Minutes turned into hours as night fell. It was late in autumn and the chill wind was biting. I knew I couldn’t stay there so I wandered off, back in the direction I thought I’d come from.

As I trotted along, the underbrush thinned and I could feel tall grass brushing against my legs. I thought I’d happened across one of the fields of wheat which were scattered outside of town, but I was wrong. My leg hit something cold and hard as I walked forward, sending me off balance, and causing me to fall. I fell and fell, screaming because I knew something was terribly, terribly, wrong. When I finally hit the ground I felt a sharp crack in my neck. I...I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t even cry. It was so cold and damp, all I could do was pray to Celestia that somepony would save me.

Time passed, I can’t be sure how much, but I held onto hope. I knew that Switch and my parents were surely out looking for me and when they found me everything would be alright. Eventually I heard a voice calling out my name from somewhere high above, a voice that I’d recognize anywhere. It was Switch, he’d finally found me! I tried to call out to him but my throat refused to make a sound. I knew he was getting closer, his voice drawing nearer with each moment, until I heard him as clear as day; but my hope soon turned to ash. His shouting grew more distant, eventually fading away to nothingness in the distance.

After that I just gave up hope. I was so tired and cold. The last thing I can remember is imagining curling up next to Switch as I drifted off to sleep, but something curious happened after that. It was like waking up from a nightmare, I could sense you nearby. Somehow I found myself able to move and even see, but that wasn’t important. I had to get out of that well so I could hold you. Mustering all of my strength I clawed my way up from the abyss and there you were, looking at me, but something was wrong.

You just looked so shocked to see me, almost like I was a monster. When I noticed that filly come over I hid, I knew you wouldn’t have forgotten about me or abandon me for another mare. You talked about me like I was some kind of nightmare, I’d never been so hurt by somepony’s words before. I decided to follow you, watching as you went back to school and, eventually, back home. Once I saw you lay down for a nap I knew I had my chance, so sneaking under the covers I decided to be a little naughty. Even though we ever only fooled around like that once or twice I remembered how much you enjoyed it.

You tasted even better than I remembered, the slightly salty and masculine flavor of your stallionhood coursed over my tongue as I pleasured you. But...you screamed. You tried to get away and I panicked. All I could do was hold you down and force you to remember me and how affectionate I was. I hid when I heard your mom coming, I didn’t want you to get into trouble with a girl in your room after all. From that point on I realized what I had to do, if you wouldn’t welcome me back into your life I would have to take you into mine.

~

“And that’s why I brought you here,” Laruam concluded..

“I…” Button’s words hitched in his throat. How could he have realized the terrible fate the mare had suffered or that she’d only wanted his affection.

“If you want me to send you back I will,” she dolefully said. “Just do one thing for me once you’re back.”

“What’s that?” the colt whispered.

“Burn the painting. I’d rather not exist at all than be in a world where you don’t care about me anymore,” she cried, turning back to face the wall.

Button’s mind raced as he digested what she’s just said. Sure she was kinda creepy but it was all some big misunderstanding. Laruam hadn’t really tried to hurt him and, after all, she couldn’t help the way she looked. He had to try to explain everything to her.

“Laruam, I know you think my name is Switch but it’s not. My name is Button Mash and, from the sounds of it, you died a really long time ago. Switch sounded like a really nice guy but there’s no way that I could be him,” Button solemnly said.

“But I’m sure you are, somehow. You’re the same carefree colt who I loved,” she pleaded, walking over and placing a hoof on his chest.

“I’m not,” Button said, gently pushing her hoof away before holding it in his own, “but I’m not going to burn the painting. I’m sure once we explain everything to the people in town we’ll find a place for you. Shoot, Twilight Sparkle is the princess of friendship, and would make friends with rocks if she could, so I’m sure a ghost wouldn’t be too much of a stretch for mmmph!” The colt’s words were cut off as the mare pressed her cold lips to his.

Laruam reached forward, wrapping her hoof around his neck and pulling him closer. Breaking their kiss she hugged him tightly. “I’m still not convinced you’re not Switch but, even if you’re not, you’ve got a good heart,” she said, releasing him with a smile.

“Well you’re not that bad when you’re not skulking about or doing that freaky neck thing,” Button laughed, making light of the situation. “I was gonna ask, what’s up with your eyes anyways? If you’re gonna be hanging out in Ponyville it might not hurt to get you some sunglasses or something, just so you don’t go scaring everypony accidentally,” he remarked.

“I think it’s because of whatever happened that allowed me to come back, before I died I just looked like this,” Laruam replied, stomping her hoof and causing the world to spin.

Button found himself standing in a small cottage. It was pretty rustic but had the feeling of a well lived in space, cozy and charming. As he looked around his eyes settled back on Laruam; her white coat was much cleaner and her mane, once greasy and matted, was now flowing and full of body. The mare’s once slender limbs and frame were now well filled out and healthy. All in all she was quite attractive, appearing only slightly older than himself. Button took a step closer to her and reached out with his hoof, softly brushing away the mane from her face and bracing himself for what was beneath. All he found was the gorgeous face of a mare, a cute little snout leading up to two bare patches of flesh where her eyes would have been.

“I know, you probably still think I’m ugly,” she said, blushing. As she went to turn away, Button’s hoof caught her cheek, keeping her face where it was.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Button breathed, smiling warmly at her. Laruam tackled the smaller pony to the floor, enveloping him in a hug and peppering his muzzle with kisses. Button, unsure how to initially react, started to reciprocate; he was, after all, a healthy young colt and having an attractive mare affectionately hugging and kissing you was something most guys his age had only dreamt of.

Laruam locked her lips around Button’s, snaking her tongue into his mouth and causing his eyes to flutter. The supernatural mare soon felt a prodding at her abdomen. Looking down she realized it was the colt’s rapidly hardening erection. “Hmmm,” she hummed as she pulled away, “seems like somepony is enjoying himself.”

“I...uh…” Button stammered. He blushed heavily as she ran a hoof across his chest and down to his shaft, delicately caressing it while she licked her lips.

“Sssssssssh,” she quietly urged, giving him a small kiss on the nose. Silently she shifted in place, standing above him and swinging her flank over his muzzle. Kneeling down atop the colt she began tenderly licking and suckling the tip of his stallionhood, savoring the hushed moans and whimpers as Button attempted to restrain himself.

As the spectral mare pleasured him, Button found his attention affixed to her ass. Laruam’s glistening vulva and pronounced pucker sat mere inches from his muzzle. Craning his neck forward he gave the mare a lick. Running his tongue through her moistened slit of marehood and to her ass, causing her to groan.

Laruam responded to his efforts, slipping more of Button’s cock into her mouth and throat, bobbing her head gently forward and back while her tongue danced across his rod. She pressed her ass onto his face, savoring the warmth of the colt’s muzzle, as he eagerly lapped at her nethers.

As she shifted her rear back, Button found his muzzle buried in Laruam’s ponut. The pronounced pucker of flesh ground against his face. The colt thrust his tongue forward, lavishing her rear, as he wrapped his forelegs around her hips. The flavor and aroma were not unpleasant, the musky and somewhat bitter scent of the mare’s ass mingling with the fragrant and tangy notes of her sex. Awash in pleasure, as Laruam continued to fellate him, Button’s face quickly became slathered in a combination of saliva, mare juices, and sweat. He could feel himself getting close; the sensations gradually building to a crescendo.

“Laruam,” Button wheezed, his voice somewhat muffled by the mare’s behind, “I don’t think I can last much longer.”

The mare immediately stopped, withdrawing Button’s member from her throat as her eyeless face looked back at him. Without a word she stood, and the world shifted. The memory of the cottage, where they had been, began fading; blurring and darkening back to the confines of the well in which Button had first found himself upon being kidnapped. Laruam trotted through the shallow water to the opposite side of the cistern before rearing back and placing her forehooves on the cobblestone of the cylindrical wall. Her head shifted slightly, and the faintest cracking in her neck could be heard, as her mane covered face turned towards him.

“Here,” she whispered, flicking her tail to the side and exposing her now sopping wet marehood. “Take me.”

Button gulped, looking at Laruam’s winking snatch as it dribbled milky fluids to the water below. Slowly the colt righted himself, getting to his hooves. His turgid cock throbbed beneath him, swaying slightly as he approached her. ‘Should I be doing this,’ he thought to himself. ‘She doesn’t really seem that bad after talking to her, just kinda sad and lonely,’ he mused, eying her meaty posterior and the prize which sat between her cheeks. His body screamed at him to rut her, to give in to its natural instincts as the mare presented herself to him, but Button still wasn’t sure. Laruam was a supernatural creature after all, who knew if all of this wasn’t some elaborate schrade to trick him in some way. He swallowed hard. It was time to make a decision...

Author's Note

If you've made it this far you may be somewhat upset with the ending. I'm planning something special for the ending. Not gonna spoil it but I'm hoping to appease those with various expectations!