The Last Earth Ponies

Cream Heart skirted the fringes of unconsciousness as she was placed on a bed. A short time later, she blinked awake and squinted in the bright room and struggle to focus her eyes on the brown blur next to her. Finding it to be harmless, the creatures returned Button's bag to him. He reached into his bag and put the batteries back into his JoyBoy and fiddled with the cover to close it and try turning it on.

"Button?"

He looked at her and was at her side in a flash. "Oh my gosh! Mom! Thank goodness you're okay!"

She looked around them and asked, "Where are we?"

"I have no idea. I think it's a dungeon. But like, a really nice one."

Cream sat up and orientated herself. Besides the bed, there wasn't a whole lot else. Three plain walls, and a fourth as a floor-to-high-ceiling window. Just on the other side of the window was a long hallway. In one corner of their room, there was rudimentary facilities. A standalone toilet and a simple shower spigot over a small floor drain no larger than her hoof. Same with the vents at the top of the walls. The opposite corner had a simple drinking fountain and a small counter on the wall. His comparison to a prison cell was pretty close to the mark.

Across the hallway was a room similar in size, but with a more natural look. The floor was covered in soil and it resembled a grassy plains. A pair of large, spotted dogs paced around the perimeter of their enclosure. Looking down the hallway to the left, there was a similar enclosure beside it with a pair of giraffes. The one to the right looked like it was still vacant.

"At least there's a zoo across the hallway," Button said, looking at the spotted dogs. "I think those are Hyenas."

A few of the bipedal creatures walked through the hallway past their window. A couple stopped and looked at the two ponies. I bright flash came from what was obviously cameras, and then they moved on. Cream Heart's eyes went wide in realization and she stepped back from the window. She looked around their room. Their enclosure. The bell on the wall above the counter rang and a small door in the wall opened. A tray of food slid through onto the counter. Button walked over and looked at it. Two hayburgers, Daisy Sandwiches, and fries. Extra crispy. "Cool! Room service!"

Across the hallway, Cream Heart saw some food slide into a trough for the hyenas. "Or feeding time... Button, I think we're part of the zoo."

"Hmm?" Button looked up from the hayburger he was chewing on. Some more spectators walked past the window, watching him eat. He finished chewing and swallowed. They stared at him, and he stared back at them until they got bored and moved on. "Huh..."

Worried as she was about their situation, she was just as hungry after hiking up a mountain the day prior. Not to mention dehydrated. They both took turns drinking water. Once the tray was cleared, it retracted back into the wall and the small door closed behind it.

Cream shuffled back over to the bed and sat down. Button settled onto the floor and booted up his JoyBoy, finding that indeed, his save file had been corrupted. He looked around the four walls of the room. "Well, at least now I have something to do." He started playing a new game. Glancing up, he saw a couple more visitors on the other side of the window. He trotted over to the window and shouted at them, "Hey! Thanks for ruining my one hundred-percent-completion run, ya jerks!" He punched the window with his hoof, getting only a muted thud from the sturdy barrier. The creatures smiled and took pictures, simply entertained by his agitation before moving on. He huffed and walked back to where he was sitting to continue playing his video game.

Well, at least he's happy, Cream thought. Or at least... content. She sat on the bed and listened to the tinny noise of the hoof-held device, without the luxury of any such distraction for herself from the slow passage of time. Trapped inside these four walls, she couldn't rightly say if this was a better fate than an asteroid. They could at least have been given a ball to throw at the wall. Anything at all to do for some kind of stimulation.

Stimulation.

Cream Heart shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the word flittered through her mind. With how stressful recent events had been, it had been easy to ignore the symptoms of her estrus. But now, with nothing left to distract her, she could think of nothing else. Worse still, her medication was still at home, her first dose left abandoned on the bathroom counter.

Her cheeks felt flushed. Her whole body felt much too warm. She winced and bit her hoof. She needed to cool her head. Her thirst. She had already quenched her thirst that morning, but now it felt even worse. She walked back over to the fountain and drank her fill once again. It cooled her throat, if only that. Whatever relief she sought was short-lived. Maybe a nice, cool shower. She looked at the facilities in the far corner. Shower, yes. But looking at the toilet, she knew there was a more urgent matter she needed to deal with.

She opened her mouth to warn Button, but he was thoroughly engrossed in his game, facing the window anyway. She decided that it would be best to just not draw attention to herself for this. She quietly walked over and sat down to pee, nervously at first, but once the dam broke, she couldn't hold back. The acoustics of the bare walls did her discretion no favors. Button's ears pivoted toward the sound of water splashing and he turned to look at her.

"Privacy, please," she said. Her words went into one ear and out the other as he just stared at her. Normally, ponies weren't the sort to wear clothes, and one's privates were hardly that. It was just impolite to intentionally look at another pony's nethers. Not that Button had any interest in doing so. Ordinarily. But these were extraordinary times. And just seeing his mother in such an intimate act just took him by surprise, frozen in shock. "Privacy, PLEASE!" she said louder, shaking him from his stupor.

Button shook his head and turned back around. "Right. Sorry!"

She stood up once she finished and it flushed automatically. The wall panel behind it lit up as a display and buzzed with a red X, scaring them both. Another strange thing about this strange place. She abandoned any chance of stealth for her.

"I, uh... I was actually thinking about taking a shower," she said. "I still feel a bit grimy from the hike. So, um, more privacy, please."

"Okay. Yeah," Button said without turning around.

Cream turned on the water and rinsed her fur and mane. Then she pulled the simple shower head off of the holster and set it to cold. She turned around and aimed the spray at her backside and just held it there. Part of her wished that it had a massaging pulse setting like the one she had at home. She couldn't tell if it was making her situation better, or worse. But she lost track of how long she was standing there, chewing her lip as she leaned lower and lower with her hind end up in the air...

"Mom?" Button asked.

"Nothing!" she yelped, standing back upright and turning around. She looked at his confused reflection in the window looking back at her.

"What?"

"What!?"

"Are you gonna be much longer?" he asked. "The running water... it, uh... I gotta go."

"What? Oh. Right. Okay. Let me just..." She turned off the water and started toweling off, draping it over her head to dry her mane. From under the towel, she could hear that Button couldn't wait any longer, standing right beside her at the toilet to pee.

From under the towel, she could see the tip of his penis just poking out of his sheath. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. And she used to change his diapers when he was a little foal. But his pungent musk wafted up and suddenly the ache of her earlier predicament came rushing back. If he were any other stallion... She forced herself to turn away from him and she mentally scolded herself. Even if he was a young stallion now, he was still her little colt.

She toweled herself quickly while she stayed facing away. She pulled her tail into the towel to dry it. She glanced over at the window and Button's head had turned to look where her tail was no longer covering her marehood. She dropped her tail at once and stepped away from the drain without looking back. His eyes followed her briefly before looking away for fear of being caught.

He finished and flushed, making the toilet buzz a red X again. In the window's reflection, she could see the rest of his penis had extended from his sheath and hung under him. He quickly walked over to the bed to lay down on his belly to hide it, and play with his JoyBoy.

Once she had finished drying herself, she hung the towel and walked over to sit on the bed beside him. She put her hooves together in her lap and just sat there, listening to the electronic noises of his game. There wasn't much else to do besides waiting for their next meal.

Well, that wasn't completely true. Her idle hooves rested on her lap. One slinked ever so slightly lower between her clasped thighs, just barely reaching the little nub just inside the edge of her vulva. She gave it just the tiniest of rub.

Button vocalized some kind of frustration with his game, instantly pulling Cream out of her own little world. She was acutely reminded that her son was right next to her. Again, she mentally scolded herself for her behavior and planted both of her hooves firmly on the top of her thighs and held them there. She passed the time by watching their spectators walk by, just as much as they watched her.

~

A few hours later, the bell on the wall rang, signaling dinner.

"Food time!" Cream said with a bit too much excitement as she got up from the bed. She felt the cool, brisk air on her damp backside again and tried her best to ignore it. It was a sandwich platter with a side of salad and potato chips. "Button, dinner?" She looked back at the bed.

He was still focused on his game. "Yeah, let me just finish the level... I'm... on..." he trailed off as his nostrils flared and he licked his lips. "Smells good."

Cream arched an eyebrow. There was nothing about the cold meal that was particularly aromatic. She was about to ask what he was talking about when she saw the damp spot on the sheet where she had been sitting. He was smelling her.

"Button..."

"Yeah, yeah," he said as he moved to get up. Unbeknownst to the both of them, his erection had grown to full mast, bobbing under him as he stood. He quickly laid back down on his belly and looked at her. Cream pretended that she didn't see anything. "Actually, um, I think I'll eat over here, if that's okay."

"Uh, okay. Just don't make a mess." She brought him over a plate with a sandwich and chips, knowing the picky eater wasn't going to have the salad.

"Thanks."

The salad, if one could call it that, was a simple assortment of raw vegetables in a bowl. A wedge of lettuce, tomato, cucumber. Her daffodil sandwich had a bit too much mustard on it for her liking, but it was still quite edible. Still, it sent her back to the drinking fountain. Eating the rest of the salad, she hesitated on the cucumber. Whole, and unspoiled. So plump, thick, and turgid... She chewed her lip. She'd save it for later. For a midnight snack. She surreptitiously hid it under her pillow as Button finished eating. She put his empty plate on top of hers on the counter tray and a few minutes later it retracted back into the wall.

A short while later, the lights dimmed.

"I guess that means bed time," she mused.

"But I'm not sleepy," he said, with his face in the glow of the game screen.

"You should try anyway," she said. "Come on, turn that off." He groaned in objection as the lights went from dim, to off. "Button, don't be difficult!" she snapped, a bit more terse in her tone than she meant.

"Okay, okay!" He quickly saved his game and turned it off. Careful to not change his position on the bed too much, he reached over and grabbed the blanket from her, to pull over himself before rolling onto his side.

She laid down next to him. "Goodnight, dear."

"Goodnight, Mom."

~

Laying there in the dark, Cream Heart waited for Button to fall asleep. He said he wasn't sleepy, but Cream was wide awake, laying there motionless, looking at the back of his head. She could not tell the passage of time beyond her own heartbeat. And either time was going faster, or her heart was. It thundered in her ears. It was almost as loud as her thoughts.

GoToSleep GoToSleep GoToSleep GoToSleep GoTheFUCKtoSleep!

Button, however, was restless in every sense of the word, shifting this way and that. He rolled onto his back, making the silhouette of a large tent in the sheets. He looked over at her, but in the dark her squinted eyes looked asleep to him. Still tossing and turning, he rolled back over onto his belly. He instinctively ground his hips against the mattress, trying in vain for something, anything, to get rid of the uncomfortable ache.

Cream could only sympathize, feeling her own ache, and desperate for him to fall asleep so she could tend to it herself.

Still without satisfaction, Button eventually tired himself out and flopped back onto his side. His breathing slowed to the steady pace of a pony asleep at last. Mercifully, the outline of his erection waned as his condition subsided in his sleep.

Cream waited a few minutes more before she slowly, silently, reached under her pillow to retrieve her cucumber. Her hoof brought it down between her burning hot thighs to her aching marehood. Even as warm as the vegetable had become under her pillow, it still felt comparably cool inside her sweltering confines as she slid as much inside as she could without losing her grip on it. Sweltering indeed. She gently shifted the blanket off of her before she continued.

She worked the cucumber in and out. With her free hoof, she rubbed her clitoris. It was a slow, agonizing tease that she had to stay still and quiet on the bed. It helped to alleviate her ache, and yet made it worse at the same time. The smooth cucumber lacked the texture she craved to feel inside. It was nowhere near the satisfaction she wanted. That she desperately needed.

She froze when Button groaned in his sleep. She could hear his breathing getting faster and, almost ragged. She could hear him licking his lips. Cream realized just how badly she could smell herself. Laying right next to her, there was no way that he didn't smell her as well. His fitful dreams started to make his hips twitch from time to time, humping against the sheet until his tip poked out, just over the edge of the mattress. Still dreaming, his breath became a pained, plaintive whimper. It broke her heart to hear him in as much agony as she was. And it was her fault.

Her hoof shoved her cucumber inside and abandoned it in there as she shifted over onto her side behind him. She draped her hoof across his midsection to hold and comfort him. But her eyes remained transfixed on his dick, poking out from under the sheet. Her hoof hovered closer to it, even as her conscience screamed at her that it was wrong to even think about doing what she was about to do.

She just wanted to help him. Help him get some sleep. Some deep sleep. Then she could properly deal with herself.

She gently laid her hoof on the section of sheet over his shaft. Through the thin barrier, she could feel how hard and thick he was. The firm, yet spongey girth of it. Every veiny texture. And the gentle pressure she applied spurred him on in his sleep. His hips bucked under the blanket and it slid under her hoof, finally giving him that bit of friction he didn't know he needed.

It was erratic and uncontrolled at first, but he started to find some kind of rhythm as he humped the sheets.

"There you go," Cream silently coached. "That's it. Just like that. It'll feel all better soon."

Unexpectedly, Button rolled over. She quickly pulled her hoof away and shifted over out of his way. His dick swung over with him, knocking off the sheet, leaving it completely exposed as he kept humping at the empty air and whimpering. She covered his shaft with the sheet and held it in her hoof again as before. But now, as his tip started to flare, she realized it was pointed at her face. With no time to think in her haze of lust, she aimed it at her opened mouth.

She felt it throb in her hoof as the first blast rocketed into the back of her throat, almost making her choke, but she held fast and leaned closer as he twitched and pulsed, spurting load after thick load. Her mouth was rapidly filling, but he showed no signs of stopping. In a final desperate act to buy a few precious seconds, she cupped her lips over his tip in an open kiss while she swallowed. On reflex, her son bucked his hips, shoving several inches into her mouth.

Her eyes went wide in surprise and she had to stifle her gag as he kept ejaculating, sending a dribble of cum out of her nostrils before he finally finished. She swallowed a second mouthful of her son's spunk and clamped her thighs together as her pussy quivered and clenched the cucumber still lodged inside her. Rivulets of her climax dribbled from her loins and seeped into the sheets as his erection went soft and finally retreated from her mouth and back into his sheath.

Cream Heart bit her hoof and grimaced, knowing that she had just orgasmed from getting a mouthful of her son's semen. But to be fair, it worked a trick. He rolled back over and was sleeping plenty soundly with his ache relieved. Still, she felt disgusted with herself for trying to justify doing that to him, her own son.

And worse, despite her orgasm, she only felt more horny. The muscles of her pussy squeezed the base of the cucumber back into her waiting hoof. She put her other hoof on her clit and she resumed what she had started.