Hallowed Inheritance

by CrimsonEquine

Rating: mature
Tags: Sad, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Button Mash, Sex
Length: 1007

Button Mash's father has died, but new life will come from this death. And new life will grow anew.

Button Mash's father has died. Though this has devastated the Mash family, a certain tradition keeps it from being entirely bad. But, will Button Mash get it done as this tradition dictates or will he cower like a dog against the sexual tide?

Published 2020-09-07 07:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-09-07 07:20:01 UTC

To do or not to do

As anything in this world there always will be an end to things. That thought went through Button Mash’s mind as the rain trickled down from the heavens. His heart was still, but pounded with a soft yet stiff palpatation. His mind tried to wonder at the sight of his father that slept tight in his coffin. He watched with an unfazed gaze. His eyes black with exhaustion and his mouth empty to words. Everypony was stiff like him, unable to see such a beloved caretaker be taken away from them. The wind was cold and unwavered to their dispositions. Button Mash wanted to replace his father in that grave. What had occurred to him was unacceptable to a stallion that had given so much.

He heard the call, a lotus in hoof, Button Mash threw the purple tipped white bloom into the coffin. The black stone casket was well suited with the flower’s purity inside the space. His father, the loving caretaker that made everypony smile. How empty such a place was. A four wall world with nothing else. Yet, Button Mash saw how peaceful his father slept. Even after being impaled by that Manticore, he could still find peace within that travesty.

A drop of water went down Button Mash’s cheeks. His mind transformed from a peaceful requiem to a meaningless disgrace. Of all the things to hurt him deep and gouge his insides was the death of somepony he cared for. Dreams and memories of playing old games together in his room. A mountain of hours playing video games of his dads. The Changeling Invaders, Galaka, and even Pon-Man with his simple omnidirectional space. All those times his father was his player two and often the number one bestest dad ever.

Unicorn relatives levitated the casket after it was sealed. Their slow tears were uninhibited by the great respect they felt for him. They dropped him in with easy and slow care. Their eyes sealed and dour from the edge of such a sight.

After the service, Cream Heart approached her son with eyes wet. She bent down to her level and neared his ears.

“When we get home, well… you know what must be done”

Button Mash wiped his eyes from the leftover sadness he had.

“Yes, I know mother, with death comes new life, as our family says…”

Cream Heart licked his ear in preparation for what's to come.

“Good hun, to new life, we’ll get started as soon as we’re home”.

Button sat outside the door to a room. His clothes were wet, taken off and placed on the floor nearby. He heard her calling him. What was about to transpire frightened him. He was only a colt after all, but he learned for years that this was tradition. His father would tell him if anything happened to him, this would be the only way. Cream Heart reassured that nothing of that sort would ever happen, but if done by chance, they promised under the same day to do so.

Button Mash couldn’t refuse something that the family always adhered too. He heard some stories of this act done by ancestors of the past. To appease the great goddess of vermillion mane, they had to no matter the cost.

He entered the room and found his mother in bed laid down with fishnet stockings over her legs and her firm plot. She turned her body around to show her open hole that pulsated with her bead. There was no doubt that his mother was in heat. He smelled the musky yet hot scent that emanated from her and was infatuated. The penis grew large and shook with intense need. But, he stepped a bit back from a surge of terror that went through his mind.

“Button Cerano Mash, put your cock inside this hole this instant” she said with an angry tone.

Button took a deep breath and ran full sprint to her. He leaped and slammed into his mother with the power of life in his balls. Cream Heart’s tongue lapped out from the force. He pushed deep into her crevice and inches deep into her womb. Cream stood high against her hindlegs for gravity to ease her son’s work. From each slap to her, the two joined in joint sexual communication as his meat slid many times in. Their love making was met with the sound of popped meat flaps. Lots of juice shot out from the sides of her that couldn't be filled by his mass.

She would moan as the penis grew more thicker with each slap. Cream Heart could feel that her son was ready. With all her might, she squeezed it with all her love and affection. A large trickle of semen shot in, before it was fired in with all he could muster. His mother blushed at the sensation of hot juice that heated her.

“Oh, my dear Button Mash, that was so much, you must have gotten it done in one shot!” she said with a proud look on her face.

On her large caboose slumbered the young colt. His penis retracted back into him. Cream noticed this and picked him up with one hoof. She hugged him close to her body. There, she sighed with a smile and closed her eyes and grabbed the bed sheet over them both. Together, they were more than just mother and son. Now, they were what tradition gave them.

“Good night sweetie” she said with a kiss. “Thank you for the gift of life”.

And so, they slept snuggled with each other with new life that grew inside. Their love forever cemented into a sperm that penetrated a incestuous egg. A spur of the moment that breathed in new life. So that tradition may be put to the test for all that is and ever will be. The two slumbered as the night outside their window turned to incredible darkness. A new future for all things living and dead.