A Midsummer Night's Cream
After discussing the plan in detail, (and a bit of cleanup) the two mares went back to Cream Heart's place.
"I still say it would be easier to just have Princess Luna to give him wet dreams about you," Stellar said. "It would still be up to him to decide to act on those dreams." Cream Heart shook her head. She was adamant that her son needed to act on those feeling entirely by his own volition. But the idea still needed to be planted in his head somehow. And that started by getting her son to see her as a sexual creature, a mare, and not just his mother.
"Okay then, as we rehearsed..." Stellar whispered as Cream Heart unlocked the door. They walked inside into her kitchen. Cream Heart glanced around the corner into the living room. Button Mash was playing his DigCraft video game. More importantly, he wasn't wearing his headphones. Cream Heart looked back at Stellar and nodded. "So how was your date with that stallion, last night?" Stellar Flare asked a bit louder than was strictly necessary for conversational volume.
"Oh, you know how stallions are these days," Cream Heart said, also a bit loudly. "Once they find out you're a mother all they want is anal sex!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Stellar commiserated. "I know how much you don't like that."
"It just doesn't feel good. For me, anyway. He seemed like he had a great time taking advantage of me. I don't know if it was because he was afraid of getting me pregnant, or if he thought that having a foal made me loose. But after this long of a dry spell, I'm just as tight as I've ever been! This estrus has me so horny all the time! I just need somepony to rut me properly! I don't even care who at this point!"
"Here, take these," Stellar Flare said, passing her a prescription bottle filled with benign candies. "These sleeping pills will at least help you get through the night. But be careful, they're very strong! You'll sleep right through a tornado! And whatever you do, don't drink with them, or you could end up sleepwalking!"
"That still won't help me with this awful ache," Cream said.
"No. Only a good old-fashioned stallion's cream pie can help with that," Stellar said.
"Yeah, well, the last stallion that did that walked out on me and left me with a son to raise."
"Do you regret that?" Stellar asked.
"Of course not, I love him! I'll always put his needs before my own!"
"You're still a mare of flesh and blood with needs," Stellar said. "Don't forget to take care of yourself."
"I take care of myself plenty," Cream said, sharing a sly chuckle with the other mare. "What I need is a stallion to take care of this old mare!" She picked up the prescription bottle and rattled it. "Maybe in my dreams, I guess."
"Maybe," Stellar said. "Well, I need to get going. I hope you feel better."
"Thanks."
Stellar Flare left and closed the door behind her.
Cream Heart sat at the table for a while and waited nervously. Her heart was racing. She was certain that Button had heard them. She knew what to do next, but there was no rush. She rolled the prescription bottle in her hooves. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts and calm herself.
"You're not that old," Button said from the archway between the living room and the kitchen.
Cream Heart jumped in genuine surprise. "Button! Goodness, you startled me! I thought you were still upstairs. What did you say?"
"I said you're not that old. You called yourself an old mare," he said.
"Oh, sweetie, I didn't mean for you to hear any of that!" she lied. "You don't need to her about your mom's personal life. Or... lack of one," she grumbled.
"... Because of me?" he asked.
"No, because your father left me! He left us! Don't blame yourself for me being un-dateable. I'm just not the pretty young filly I used to be!"
"You're still pretty!" he said.
"That's kind of you to say. But I'm your mother. You have to think I'm pretty."
"I mean-" He blushed. "I mean even if you weren't my mother."
"Aw, well thank you sweetie. Now I just need to get some other stallion to think so enough to want to be your new father."
"You don't need-" Button bit his tongue, "I don't need a new father!"
Cream Heart looked at him. "No. I suppose not. You turned out just fine, didn't you? But that bed in my room is too big, too lonely for just one pony. Do you understand?" Button nodded begrudgingly after a moment. "Alright. I'm going to head out to the market to get a few things for dinner. Until I get back you're the stallion of the house, okay?"
Button nodded with a faint smile before he went back into the living room to resume his game.
After coming back from the market with her groceries, Cream Heart felt a familiar itch getting worse. She instinctively reached for the top shelf of her pantry for her Moon Tea to help 'beat the heat'. It wasn't a complete remedy to the ache of estrus by any measure, but it kept a mare sane. But before she grabbed it, she recalled the next part of Stellar's plan: Chemical Warfare. Flooding the house with her pheromones was sure to help him decide entirely on his own to seduce her.
Cream Heart called out from the kitchen, "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so finish the level you're on!"
Button Mash came down to the kitchen. Cream Heart saw his nostrils flared reflexively as he sniffed the air. "Whoa, what's for dinner?" he asked.
"Just pasta and sauce," Cream said.
"Did you add something new to it?" he asked.
Cream could feel her cheeks getting warm. "Oh, just a little something Stellar suggested."
"Well it smells... really good!"
She smirked. "Why don't you go ahead and set the table while I finish up?"
"Okay!"
Cream Heart drained the pasta into the colander the sink. She felt flush from the heat of the steam. Her tail swished to fan herself, and she realized she was flagging it quite high. She glanced at the window. In the faint reflection of the glass, she could see Button, behind her. He was staring.
It wasn't like it was something he had never seen before. Ponies didn't normally wear clothes anyway. A stallion's sheath and a mare's tail did well to hide their modesty most of the time. And otherwise, Button knew the polite thing to do was to avert his eyes. But Cream made no effort of cover herself, and he made no effort to look away. She felt a sharp draft of cool air against her wet clitoris when it winked on reflex, making her acutely aware of her own visible arousal. And his. In the window's reflection she could see a blurry shape emerge from under him. He moved quickly to sit at the table and cover himself with the table cloth. She could hear Stellar's words in her mind.
There are two kinds of stallions; The ones that lust after their mothers, and the ones who lie about it.
Cream Heart finished preparing the pasta dinner and sat down across from him. She could plainly see the tent he was making in his side of the table cloth. The awkward way he was hunched over the table only drew more attention to it. Still, she pretended not to notice.
She tried to make a bit of small talk to break the awkward silence. He ate quickly, but stayed trapped where he was to keep himself covered. Cream Heart reached into her bag, hanging on her seat, and pulled out the prescription bottle.
"I've been having a bit of trouble sleeping lately," she said. "So I'm going to start taking these to help me get a good night's rest. But I'm told that they're very strong. So that means I'll need you to wake me up if the house catches on fire or something, okay?"
"Mhmm," Button nodded anxiously.
Cream Heart tossed one of the tablets into her mouth. It was nothing more than an after-dinner mint. Then she got up to bus her plate to the sink. Button made good his escape to get away when her back was turned. Normally she would have scolded him for leaving his dirty plate behind, but she'd let it go this time.
She finished cleaning up after dinner and walked upstairs. The light from under Button's bedroom door reached across the hallway carpet at the end of the hall. She stood there a moment. She wasn't too naïve to recognize the wet noises of him clopping. She regretted to interrupt him, but she knocked anyway. "Button?"
"W-what!?" he asked quickly.
Cream Heart didn't have to try the knob to know it was locked. "That pill is kicking in faster than I thought," she lied. "And I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to bed now. So don't stay up too late playing video games."
"...Okay."
Cream Heart walked back up the hall to her own bedroom. However, she left her door wide open as she climbed into bed. It was a large bed meant for two ponies, but she slept on her side, right at the edge, with her back to her door. She made a point to have her rump hanging out from under the covers, with her tail hanging down to the floor, leaving her completely exposed to any prying eyes passing by.
But she was not blind to it. In fact, she had a full-length mirror on her closet door on the other side of her bed. In the dark room, she could easily squint to see anything, or anypony, coming into her bedroom behind her. As she laid there and waited, she had quite the opposite effect of a sleeping pill. She was wide awake with anxious excitement. On the one hoof, she was certain that her son would not possible take advantage of somepony who was asleep, but on the other hoof-
Her thoughts were silenced when she heard his bedroom door open. She shut her eyes and squinted just barely enough to see a silhouette pass by the hallway's night light. On his way to the bathroom, no doubt. On his way back, she saw him glance into her bedroom as he walked by and then immediately walked backwards to do a double-take. He moved out of her door frame until only his face was peering around the corner into her bedroom.
Even squinting into the low light, it was plainly obvious for her to see exactly where he was looking. She could feel his eyes on her nethers. She could hear his heavy breathing as he sniffed her scent in the room.
"Mom?" he asked. Stellar had prepared her for this part. He was testing the efficacy of her 'sleeping pills'. She remained motionless. "Mom!" he said loudly, on the verge of a shout. There was an edge of urgent worry to his voice. Cream Heart intentionally made a faint snoring noise to audibly assure him that she was still breathing just fine. Button stepped just inside her doorway. She could see the outline of his erection bobbing underneath him. He had certainly inherited the best parts of his father. He moved no closer than half-way over the threshold of her doorway for need of a quick escape. His hoof moved to start stroking his penis.
He was clearly at odds with his desire and his fear. He kept leaning closer, and his hooves shuffled in place, but they remained planted where they were, very far away from her. She was unsure whether or not it was because she had interrupted him earlier or something else, but he didn't last very long. After only a couple minutes he grunted and his penis flared in his hoof, ejaculating onto her hardwood floor. His post-nut sobriety hit him like a bucket of ice water.
"Shit, shit!" he cursed as quietly as he could before scurrying away to the bathroom to grab a hoof full of tissues to clean up his mess. There must have been a lot because he had to make two trips. But whether in his panic or genuine foolishness, his 'clever' removal of the evidence was for naught as he dumped his cum-soaked tissues into her nightstand trash can. As soon as her floor was clean enough, he quickly slipped away back to his own bedroom.
Long since nose-blind to her own scent, the heavy musk of fresh stallion cum was all Cream Heart could smell. Her estrus-addled brain wanted nothing more than to roll over and shove her face into her trash bin and drown in the aroma. But she stayed motionless where she was. Cream Heart barely slept that night, hoping that perhaps he would return with a bit more courage to go further.
He did not.
What little sleep she got was interrupted by the dawn streaming through her windows. She sat up in her bed. The scent of a stallion was long gone. The tissues were dried and crusty, as was the faint outline of the puddle stain on her floor. She shuffled downstairs to greet the day. Her coffee barely kept her head off the breakfast table. But she tried to not let her fatigue show. She tried, anyway.
"You look tired," Button said. "Did you still not sleep well?"
"It's not that. I slept fine." she lied. "I just had some vivid dreams."
"Oh? What about?" he asked with equal parts curiosity and nervousness.
"They were, uh..." she started to say, "I think they were because of the season."
"Oh? Oh!" Button blushed and looked away.
"I know you know what I'm talking about," she teased, "after all, I do your laundry."
"Do you... feel better?" he asked, turning darker red, unable to believe that he said it out loud.
She grumbled. "No. I think it only made me more... frustrated." There was an awkward silence as they ate breakfast. Neither of them had been prepared for the other to be quite so candid in their conversation. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable talking about this."
"No, it's okay!" Button said quickly. "It's... it's nice. To be able to. To talk about it."
Cream sipped her coffee and nodded. "Yeah. It is."
It was hard for her to mentally articulate it, but there was something... liberating about that kind of naked honesty. That he wasn't a foal anymore and she didn't need to shield him so much from her troubles as a mare. He was no less her son, but he was just a bit more of a peer to her. Somepony she could confide in and trust, and whom she hoped could do the same with her. It was a kind of genuine relationship intimacy that she hadn't planned for or expected. Though it was only a small sliver of it. There was still the morally-murky matter of her actively trying to get him to take advantage of his own mother in her sleep.
Cream Heart sighed and sipped her coffee. Baby steps.
"How about a movie after dinner tonight?" she asked.
"Okay, sure!"
~
"This one came highly recommended," Cream Heart said, putting the rental movie in to play before she settled onto the couch. Button sat down beside her as it started to play. "It's called Game of Drones! It's about changelings! Pre-reformed!"
"Neat."
The couch was just big enough for the two ponies to sit comfortably. About midway through the second act of the movie, Cream had draped her hoof to lay across his shoulders and she gradually pulled him closer in her hug to have him laying against her chest. During some of the more boring exposition scenes, he slumped over and his head was almost laying on her lap, the way he used to when he was a bit younger. Only now, he was acutely aware of her teat's nipple against his cheek. Since she wasn't actively nursing a foal, it was little more than a nub amid the fur of her belly. But more than that, the vulva was almost close enough to lick if his tongue was just a bit longer.
The scene on the movie screen did not help matters. It was the climatic scene after the big battle where the changeling queen in the movie had taken the winner as her suitor. While it wasn't explicit, it was borderline softcore porn. Button subtly pulled the couch blanket over himself to cover the growing erection that had not escaped his mother's notice.
"So, if she's the queen, and they're all her drones, doesn't that make her his mother?" Button asked of the changeling presently plowing the other on screen.
"I guess," Cream Heart said with faux innocence, playing into the very conversation this was meant to start.
"Isn't that- Isn't it- it's..." he trailed off, not saying it out loud.
Incest? Taboo? Wrong?
"It's changelings," she said. "If the queen lays all the eggs, then that just must be how it works for them."
"R- right."
"And besides, it's a harmless work of fiction," she assured him. "It's not an indication of the creator's character. And if any individual decides of their own free will to emulate the actions in the media that they choose to consume, that's entirely on them."
"Of course," Button agreed. "Any argument to the contrary would be empirically absurd."
"That said..." Cream Heart continued, gently running her hoof through his mane. "What two adults do behind closed doors is nopony's business but their own." She could feel his breath grazing the edge of her damp tuft of fur just above her vulva.
The movie time-lapsed to a clutch of eggs hatching and a new swarm moving as a black cloud to blot out the sun as the movie faded to black and the credits rolled. Cream stretched her hooves and Button nearly slid a bit lower, face-first into her lap. He sat up at the last second, clutching the blanket in a crumpled pile in his lap to conceal his boner.
She gave him a smile and got up to turn off the movie, taking her time to bend down low in front of him before she went into the kitchen. She made a point of rattling the pill bottle, and a show of taking one of the mints. "That's going to do it for me, tonight. Don't stay up too late."
"I know," Button grumbled, still waiting on the couch with the blanket for him to make a clear getaway.
~
Just as before, Cream Heart got into her bed the same way, leaving herself exposed with a view of the mirror, and she waited. She didn't have to wait long.
Button ascended the stairs in near silence and his head appeared around the corner of her doorway. She could hear him smile when he saw that she was exactly as she was the night prior. "Mom?" he called into the room. "Mom!" he yelled. She remained motionless but for the rise and fall of her breathing.
She watched him in the mirror just stand there for a minute. It looked like he would clop himself off again, but then he moved towards her. She braced herself to not react to his touch. He put his hoof on her shoulder and shook her a bit. "Mom!" The touch and movement didn't wake her from her deep 'sleep.' He took a step back and his eyes drifted down along her body to where her butt was out from under the covers.
In the mirror, she could see him crouch down behind her, looking very closely at her marehood. She could feel his hot breath against her vulva. It made her clitoris wink at him. She heard him gasp at the sight. He stood up and put his hoof on her shoulder to shake her a bit harder, just to be extra sure. Then he knelt back down. She felt him put his hoof against the back of her thigh. His hoof was shaking like a leaf as he pushed to adjust her leg just slightly. She could hear how hard he was panting.
Then he nervously, slowly, just barely touched the side of her marehood, to pull it aside and reveal her pink interior. Her clit winked at his touch and he snapped his hoof away in an instant. It was from surprise more than anything else. He regained his nerves and put his hoof back on the side of her vulva, and his other hoof on the other side, spreading her open.
His snout was so close she could almost feel the hairs of his nose. Her clit winked again, dotting his nose with her wetness. She felt him hyperventilating, panting with his mouth open. The next time she winked it was against the wet surface of his waiting tongue. And then it was like a switch flipped inside him.
She felt his tongue actively press against her marehood, running up and down along inside her before dipping into her sweet honey hole. In a final flash of panic, his head popped up to look at her over the covers. It was the acting performance of a lifetime for her to lay there and still pretending to be asleep. But it was good enough.
He threw the last bit of caution to the wind and he pushed his face back unto her pussy. He pulled away his hooves and just held his face there while he licked her with wild abandon. His whole body was shaking, and Cream realized he was clopping himself silly.
His technique showed that he had barely any idea what he was doing, but it hardly mattered. It had been ages since she'd had anypony go down on her, and the entire situation already had her aroused beyond all reason. She bit her pillow to stifle her moan as she came, drenching his face and her bedding as she squirted her marecum.
Staying silent and as still as she could, there was only so much reaction she could suppress. Her legs and core muscles flexed to push her ass back against him harder on reflex. This small movement made him panic for a moment. His body jerked and spasmed as though he had forgotten that he had to get his face out of her to get air. Despite everything, he tried to suppress the noise of him coughing and sputtering. In the mirror, she could see him panic, looking between her and the doorway, to the drenched bedding, and back again.
He was at once astonished that she hadn't woken up from cumming, and emboldened by it. He moved closer and reared up next to the edge of the bed. He braced himself with one hoof arched over her waist. She squinted to look in the mirror at the silhouette of his other hoof taking ahold of his shaft, slowly stroking it. She wondered if he was going to jerk off and leave a streak in her tail, or possible across her flank. Just the idea of it thrilled her. With his hoof he aimed his dick lower.
Cream Heart felt the tip of his dick brush against the dock of her tail. She hugged her pillow just a bit harder as she braced herself for him to try to penetrate her anus. She hadn't anticipated this and was not prepared. She had a very real worry that this would be what would make her react in a way that she would not be able to fake sleeping through.
Blundering around in the dark, Button Mash corrected his imprecise aim, moving it away from the tight pucker of her ponut to his intended target. She had no time to sigh in relief before she sucked her breath back in. He pressed the tip against the petals of her marehood, lubricating it with her ample wetness. Though she was quite certain that he was a virgin, she was confident that he would be able to find his way.
He found her entrance and pressed his tip against it. She braced herself for him to shove it in like any other stallion. But whether he was still scared of waking her, of crossing this final threshold, or if it was simply out of rare courtesy, he waited with surprising, gentle restraint, for her pussy to yield. She wanted so much to shove herself back against him and get it in her, but she wouldn't risk scaring him away. She waited for him to take her at his own, slow, agonizing pace.
Oh, Button! You tease!
He pressed forward only just a bit more. When at last the folds of her marehood enveloped his tip, he shifted forward and slid in the rest in a single, slow, smooth motion. Cream Heart thought she knew what to expect, but nothing could have ever really prepared her for the feeling of her own son's dick penetrating her. Most stallions had some give, letting their shaft bend and flex a bit to her contours. But by Luna's stars, Button's erection was unreasonably hard! It was like it had been cast from iron. It became plainly obvious to her why Stellar Flare kept on her taboo relationship with her son. She could get addicted to this cock.
He put his other hoof on the bed beside her and gripped her waist, pulling her toward him as he pushed himself into her completely. She felt him press against her cervix. It wasn't a fast impact, but a slow, firm pressure. Even so, she felt her abdomen pushed up against her diaphragm, quite literally knocking the wind out of her. He pulled out, only to push it back in again a little faster. He adjusted his stance and kept going, getting into a slow, steady rhythm. She just gripped her pillow and held on for the ride, enjoying her first proper rutting in far too long.
She was worried that he would hear how hard she was panting, but it was the sound of his own, ragged breath filling the room. It was somewhere between a growl and a moan, accompanied by the lewd squelching noises of him sliding in and out of her, and punctuated by the wet claps of their hips meeting.
She came again. But whether he didn't notice or didn't care, he didn't stop to give her even a moment of respite. He just kept fucking her right through it. He was taking her, in just the way she wanted, in just the way she needed. It would not be long now before she would feel him cumming inside her, properly dousing the flames of her estrus at long last. Her depths were stretched just a bit more as he started to flare. This was it-
He bucked off her and pulled out at the last minute with a wet plop. He bit his lip and his labored panting turned into stifled grunts as he came on her floor. She lamented the bitter waste of his seed as the cool air in the room chilled her exposed, empty nethers.
A moment later, the cold, post-nut sobriety washed over him. Just as before, he quickly grabbed tissues to at least get rid of his evidence. And then he patted down the wetness in the sheets in a vain attempt to absorb it. He quickly found the effort to be futile and abandoned it. She felt him very briefly try to dab her backside before he thought better of potentially exacerbating the source of the wetness problem.
Even in the low light, she could see the terrified guilt on his face as he waved his hooves in panic, as though trying to will it to all just be okay. He settled on pulling the edge of her blankets over her butt to literally cover it up. He stood back and just looked at her. He shook his head and resigned himself to his fate as he walked away. "I'm so screwed!"
It would be okay though. Cream Heart would see to that. Even if it wasn't exactly mission accomplished concerning her estrus. Confident now that he wouldn't return again that night, she let herself drift of to the best night of sleep she'd had in months.
Cream Heart woke up with a smile on her face. Her ears perked up to the sound of a metal spoon clinking against a ceramic bowl. She stretched and sat up. While the sheets were not drenched like they were last night, they were still very much damp. She stripped the bed and balled it up in her hooves to carry downstairs.
At the kitchen table, Button Mash was trying to eat his breakfast cereal like a pony in an earthquake with how badly his hoof was shaking. He watched with wide eyes as she walked downstairs with the balled up linen, as though expecting her to pull a knife on him at any moment.
"Gooood morning!" Cream Heart practically sang as she walked past him to the laundry room. Even she could not ignore her own stank. She could only imagine how bad it had to have been for him. She just hummed a jaunty tune as she stuffed everything into the washing machine and started a cycle. "I just had- THE BEST night of sleep in my whole entire life!" she said with glee.
"Oh?" Button croaked nervously.
"Absolutely!" Cream said. "I feel- Amazing!"
"Oh?" Button asked, apparently with the rest of his vocabulary on the fritz. But at least his expression had shifted away from abject terror to just curious confusion, which was a step in the right direction.
"Whatever I did last night, I'm want to make sure it definitely happens again!" she said. "And the dreams I had! Bless Luna's sky!" She looked at him and blushed. "Well, let's just say I feel much less frustrated." She nodded at the washing machine and winked.
"Hehe." Button squeaked out a chuckle.
"You know what? I'm in such a great mood, why don't we go out to the game store after breakfast and get that expansion pack for that card game you like, Witchcraft the Assembling? Then we can play it when we get back!"
"... kay."
~
Trotting into the market district, stores lined both sides of the main avenue. Among them was the gaming store with video games, tabletop games, and even comic books. "How much is that card pack?" she asked. He told her how much it cost. She got the bits from her purse plus a bit extra. "Shop around for a bit, then come find me in there," she said, pointing at the boutique across the street that had caught her eye.
"Um, okay." Button took the money and went inside the game store to shop.
Across the street, the dresses in the boutique window displays occluded the nighties inside, and the more risqué lingerie towards the back. Cream Heart could not recall when she felt so vivacious and sexy. She took a couple items off the rack and held them up in front of herself at a mirror, imagining what she might look like in each of them. It was fanciful thinking as she window-shopped. She had no idea how she would possibly be able to justify such a purchase to Button.
Her mind wandered a little further, contemplating how thing could work out. Her memory flashed back to her friend, Stellar, getting bent over her breakfast table and railed balls-deep to a cream-pie. She chewed her lip and practically quivered in anticipation where she stood. She put the lingerie back on the rack and just got a simple tail weave ribbon for now. The clerk put her purchase in a discrete paper bag with only a simple, stylize store logo on it. She thanked the clerk and walked outside.
"Something for your husband?" a stallion on the sidewalk asked her.
"Oh, me?" Cream asked. "No, I'm not married."
"Ah, a little something for hitting the dating scene?" he asked, moving closer.
"W-well, actually-"
"Cuz I could save you a few steps," he said, closing in on her with her back to the wall. "No need to get all dressed up if it's just coming off." Cream Heart became acutely aware of his imposing size as he put his hoof against the wall next to her, cutting off an escape. Button Mash walked out of the game store and saw the stallion cornering his mother. "Come on. Don't act like you don't want it. I could smell you from across the street." He licked his teeth for a side of extra creepy. "I bet you got a tight little butthole under that tail of yours."
A brown hoof grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, practically throwing him onto the cobblestone. "Fuck off!" Button growled at him as he put himself between him and Cream Heart. "She doesn't like anal! Ah- uh- AND she's with me! I meant to lead with that. But mostly, Fuck Off!"
"Damn lady, you robbing the cradle with this one!" he said, wiping his nose.
"I said FUCK OFF!" Button snarled, as he reared up and flourished his hooves in a primal show of force.
"Yeah yeah," he waved him off and walked away.
Once he was out of sight Button turned back to Cream Heart. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah," she said. She wasn't lying, but it would have been more accurate to say she was awestruck. Button had his cutie mark for a while and he was already an adult on paper. But after witnessing him defending her honor, it was the first time she saw him as a proper stallion. Walking home, he stayed close by her side, leaving no ambiguity that they were out together.
"I... I'm sorry about what I said," Button said.
"You were angry," Cream said. "It was understandable that you cursed. Just don't make a habit of it."
"No, I uh... I meant the... anal remark," he said.
"Oh."
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop the other day with you and Ms. Stellar."
"I know. That was my fault. But I guess you can see that I wasn't kidding when I said that about other stallions," she said, trying to lighten the mood. Button only replied with an angry snort. "But you get it, though, right? Why a stallion would prefer that over... you know, the other thing?"
"No!" Button said angry certainty. "I mean, if they're gay, that's different, but why do that when... the alternative is right there? How is that not better?"
Cream Heart blushed. "Well, it is tighter. Which is apparently a pretty big deal to stallions."
"Yeah, stallions with little dicks!" he said. Cream snorted. "No, I mean it! If you're-" he stammered. "If the mare isn't enjoying it, then what the fuck is the point!?"
Right then, Cream Heart really wanted to kiss him.
"I know you're still upset, but language!" she scolded.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. But besides that aspect of it, it's also a sort of birth control," she said. "A stallion doesn't want to end up getting me pregnant from a one-night stand."
"Is that... a possibility for you?" he asked nervously.
Was that what he was worried about last night? she wondered. "No, I take Moon Tea," she said. Which was normally true. But there was no way to tell him why she had stopped without the jig being up. "It's a birth control that prevents the ovaries from releasing an egg. And it can help ease some of the ache of estrus. But nothing works quite as well as..." She trailed off and glanced at him with a blush. "Well... you already heard me talking about it with Stellar." Button didn't deny it. His blush deepened and he looked away. They were both quiet for the rest of the walk.
~
Back home, she tapped on his bag from the game store. "So did you want to play now or-"
"No, I think I'm actually going to-"
"Did you get the special edition foils with the extra bit I gave you?" She asked as she opened the bag.
"No! I-"
"What's this?" she asked. "They made a Game of Drones manga?" Button tried to grab it before she opened it but it was too late. "Oh. Oh! Oh wow, this is... graphic!" Button buried his face in his hooves, mortified that his mother had caught him buying what was essentially changeling incest porn. "Wow... that is... really detailed art!" She flipped the graphic novel around to show him a two-page spread. "I guess the movie must have cut out these gangbang scene."
"Yeah, I guess!" Button said before grabbing it and putting it back into the bag.
"You don't need to be ashamed of it," she assured him. "You're allowed to like whatever you like. It's just fiction. Text and illustrations."
"Okay. Fine. Whatever. Can we just drop it!?" he snapped.
"Fine. But only if you let me borrow it after you're done 'reading' it," she teased. It did not have the desired effect. He huffed and grabbed his bag to go upstairs to his bedroom.
~
Later that evening, Cream Heart knocked on his door. "Button? Dinner?"
"I'm not hungry."
She knew that was a lie. "Are you still mad about earlier?" she asked. "I'm sorry I teased you. I just wanted you to know that it's okay, and I really don't care what you read." She waited. "Button, can you please open the door so we can talk?"
After another quiet minute she heard him shuffle across his room and unlock the door. She slowly pushed it open. His room was a mess and smelled like a colt's locker room, which was to say, like cum. He had to be nose-blind to it. His trash can was overflowing with crumpled tissues. "Still fighting that persistent runny nose, I see." He rolled his eyes. She winced. "I'm sorry. That was rude. And so was... earlier. Is that what you're still upset about?"
"No."
"Are you okay? Your eyes are red."
"I was dusting my shelves and it got in my eyes."
"Button, come on," she said, sitting on the pillow next to him on his bed. "You've been acting... off, all afternoon since we came back from the store. Are you still mad about that other stallion?"
"No. I mean, yeah, but- that's not the main thing," he said.
"Then what is it?" she asked.
"... You deserve a good stallion," he said.
"Okay? Yes? Thank you, I guess?" she said, "...But?"
"But... I don't want to see you with another one," he said, looking at the floor.
"Other than your father?" she asked.
"No! He left! I don't care if I never see him again!" he snapped.
Cream Heart voiced her obvious suspicions. "You were jealous," she said. He looked at her. "Today, at the market. When you saw that other stallion with me."
"He was being an asshole!"
"That's very true," she agreed. "But I suspect you would have been just as upset if he was being nice to me. Maybe even more so."
"N- no!" he said. But his eyes could not convince her.
She put her hoof on his. "Button. I don't need to date any other stallions."
"But- but I know you deserve-" he tried to say, but his voice hitched in his throat, at odds with both his desire and his guilt.
"Shh," she hushed him. "No more of that tonight, okay? I love you. You're my whole world. And no other stallion can ever make me as happy as you do. So you don't need to feel threatened, okay?" He nodded. "Now, are you sure you don't want any dinner?"
"Yeah."
"Alright. Well, at least get a some sleep. And then tomorrow we can have a nice breakfast." She leaned over and kissed him on his cheek and got up to leave, closing the door behind her. A moment later, she turned around opened it again. Button had his face buried in his pillow where she had been sitting.
"What!?" he shrieked, trying to cover up the pillow out of existence.
"Just wanted to say good night."
"...kay. Good night," he said, more curt than necessary.
She closed the door again. She went to her bedroom and waited. It was almost an hour later before his door creaked open. She saw his face briefly appear in her doorway. She was on display, just as before, in her fresh bed linens. She had told him that she was on Moon Tea, so hopefully tonight he'd feel free to finish inside her. He looked at her for a long minute, but eventually walked away. Evidently the guilt of what he had been doing was getting to be too much.
She vowed to make it right.
It wouldn't be much longer now.
She shuffled her hooves walking downstairs the next morning. Button was already at the table eating another bowl of cereal. "Did you not want a nice breakfast?" she grumbled. He just shrugged. "Just as well. I slept like garbage," she said. "Well, no, I slept okay but... I just feel like garbage. I don't get it. I did everything the same as last night, but..." she trailed off as she pointedly shifted her hips. She stood at the counter with her tail flagged again as she made herself some coffee. "Thoughts?"
In the window's reflection she saw Button glance and quickly forced himself to look away. "No," he answered simply before he finished his breakfast. He spent the rest of the day trying to not be in the same room as her. Cream Heart genuinely wondered if she had actually pushed him too far. For the second evening in a row, he didn't come down for dinner, which meant that this time, 'dinner for one' meant a bottle of wine for her in front of the TV.
Button Mash caught a glimpse of her in the living room from the top of the stairs. "I thought you weren't supposed to drink with that medication."
"I'll be fine!" she said.
"I'm just trying to look out for you."
"I said I'll be fine!" she snapped at him. She opened her pill bottle and made a point of taking two tablets. It did not assuage his concern. But he didn't want to have it out with her right now. So he went upstairs to his bedroom without another word.
~
A couple hours later, Button heard a ruckus in the kitchen. He trotted downstairs to find his mother shuffling around in the kitchen, knocking pots and pans off the counter and, apparently, trying to make an eighteen egg omelet on the floor with her eyes closed.
"You're sleepwalking!" he said.
"Tader?" Cream Heart murmured into the dark. It was her nickname for his father, Potato Mash. In truth, she was quite awake and mostly sober. She was putting on her best sleepwalking act. "Tader, is that you?"
Button groaned and took her by the hoof. "Come on, let's get you to bed," he said.
"Take me to... bed... Tader."
Button carefully led her upstairs into her bedroom, and once they got to the bed she leaned over and hugged him, pulling him onto the bed with her. "Missed you, Tader." She seemed uncharacteristically strong for somepony who was asleep. He did his best to try to disentangle himself from her without hurting her.
"Don't go!" she cried. "D- don't leave me again!" She pulled him over onto his back and she leaned on top of him, pinning him down with her dead weight. With her free hoof she started playing with his sheath. "I'll suck it- the way you like, Tader... if you stay." It was impossible for him to not get hard at her touch, especially now with her hoof directly on his exposed, growing shaft.
Button tried to squirm out from under her. He already felt bad enough about taking advantage of her before. But this wasn't even about pleasing her anymore. He couldn't justify letting her suck him off thinking that he was his father. She put her weight into her hoof on his chest. "Please, Tader, let me have this." she begged. "Please don't leave. I've been so lonely."
She was breaking his heart along with his will. He relaxed if only to keep her from outright crying. And then she started sucking his dick. Like, a lot. Like she invented it!
"F-fuck!"
With her eyes still closed, she popped her mouth off his dick, "Shhh, you'll wake the baby." And then she went right back to bobbing her head up and down on him, trying her best to deep-throat him. She gagged for a moment and took a break to get some air. "You're a lot bigger than I remember."
Button had a whole list of moral objections to what was happening, but that did put a smile on his face.
The more pressing matter was just how good she was doing, making this- what would likely be, a short ride. And if she woke up in the morning with the taste of stud sauce in her mouth, there'd definitely be hell to pay. He tried to push her away with her hooves. "Come on, stop."
She did stop, but she whimpered. "Sorry- do you need to... put it in... my ass?" She got up to straddle his waist. "I know it's what... you prefer." Button grit his teeth. As if he needed another reason to hate his absent father. "I'll do it... for you... to get you to... stay. I need a... good stallion." Her voiced was genuinely pained in reliving the memory, and also at the thought of what was to have come. She lowered herself down with his shaft aimed at her back door. Her voice trembled. "You're a... good stallion."
"No!" Button reached between them and adjusted his angle. She lowered herself onto him and he slid instead into her aching marehood. His hips thrusted upwards to meet hers coming down in a single, smooth, wet motion. She gasped as she felt him fill her completely. He wrapped his hooves around her and rolled her over onto her back.
"He wasn't a good stallion, Mom! He left you! He left us!" All his pent up anger and frustration came pouring out through his primal rutting. Button pulled back thrusted into her again, and again. He abandoned all caution and fucked her. He no longer cared if she woke up. Anything was better than the living agony of having something so tantalizingly close, but just out of his reach. For him to be right there in her life, only to hear her pine after what he knew to be garbage.
She felt drops of his sweat falling on her chest.
No. Not sweat.
"You have a good stallion!" he yelled through his tears. "You have me!" He screamed. "When are you going to wake up and realize that!"
Cream Heart reached up with her hooves and held his face, pulling herself up to kiss him. His eyes went wide, and her eyes looked into his with the full clarity of wakefulness. She felt him start to flare inside her and he tried to push himself away, but she locked her legs behind him, keeping him held as deep inside her as she could. Her pussy quivered and gripped him as she came again. Her muscles rippled and milked him. She felt him twitch and throb inside her, with his flared tip pressed firmly against her cervix, pumping rope after rope of cum inside. He cried out loud from the most powerful orgasm he'd ever felt. She muffled his moans with her her own, with her mouth over his.
His legs gave out and he all but collapsed on top of her, crying into her mane. All his pent up anger and doubt and guilt and stress came spilling out along with his tears, even as he was still cumming inside her. It was complete and utter catharsis. She just held him tight and brushed his mane with her hoof. The mother shushed her colt with sweet coos.
"Shhh, it's okay, Button," she assured him. "Mommy knows you're her good stallion."
"But- but I- when you were- asleep-" he tried to say between sobs.
"I wasn't asleep for any of it, sweetie," she said. "Those sleeping pills were just candies."
"But- but I-"
"You gave me... exactly what I needed. Something only a stallion could." She flexed her legs to give him a little squeeze. "But it wasn't something I could have asked of you. I needed you to give it to me, yourself." She lifted his face out of her mane to look him in the eyes. "I'm glad you were able to finally find your courage."
"I'm sorry!" he cried.
"Don't be. I'm not. I love you."
"I love you, too!"
She hugged him, letting him lay his face into her mane again. "Would my good stallion like to sleep in here, just for tonight?" she asked.
He shook his head. "No..."
"No!?"
"No!" He hugged her tighter. "Every night!"
