Fluttermama Part 1

>"Now Mister Bear, you know you shouldn't eat the helpless creatures that are so much smaller than you. Especially with so many berries in the forest!"

>The bear in question was looking very ashamed of himself, as a little bunny in front of him squeaked and waved his paw angrily

>The bunny, Angel, was covered in slobber from the attempted devouring of his person

>And then, from the sidelines, you watched her

>Her little foal

>Though, of course, you weren't so little anymore

>Fluttershy continued berating the bear, and you went back to feeding the squirrels who were chattering at you in hunger

>You really loved your mum

>Maybe that was why you stayed with her instead of going to school, learning about and tending to all the animals

>She always worried about that though

>She didn't want you to end up like her, a hermit in the woods with no special somepony

>You hadn't exactly been conceived from the nicest circumstances

>Maybe that's why your mum never even tried to seek out another stallion to be her lover

>But it didn't matter to you

>Nopony caught your eye like your mother did

>From her soothing voice to her dainty wings

>Her glimmering eyes full of compassion, or her slender legs and meticulously well kept hooves

>Even her soft belly, though stretched from when she had incubated you inside her, was just another beautiful part of a wholly stunning pony

>Unfortunately, you had inherited that one trait that made her stick out from other ponies, or rather, what made them never notice her

>The very same trait that made up the latter half of her name, and allowed ponies to walk all over her like a doormat

>Her shyness

>Maybe that's why she had named you "Anonymous"

>Or maybe it was because she didn't know what stallion had fathered you

>You had been the product of a brutal rape that still remained unsolved

>Anytime it was mentioned, it made your mother freeze up, so she could never describe the pony that had done the heinous act

>Even the Princess Twilight Sparkle, Element of Magic, couldn't pry the memories from her mind

>That last time the princess had tried, she had put your mother into a seizure

>That was last year when she tried

>You hadn't left your mothers side since

>You were always scared she might relapse into the pony she had been for months after Twilight's misguided attempt to help her get closure

>She hadn't understood, nopony did, that you, little Anonymous, were her closure

>Maybe that's why she had doted on you so much when you had been younger

>But not so anymore

>Now, there were times she got so distracted by animals, rushing around and trying to help all of them herself

>There were more than a couple times that she had passed out in the front yard

>Every time, you had picked her up and carried her inside, upstairs to her bed

>Those were the nights you had crawled under the blankets with her and shared her heat

>You had snuggled up against her like the little foal you had been in years past

>And when your mother had awoken, she never said anything

>She had just put her forelegs around you and held you until you decided it was time to get up

>And even though you knew it was wrong, you sometimes wished she would pass out just one more time

>Just so you could cuddle with her

>While you were absorbed in your thoughts, your mother had approached you in her usual quiet fashion

>You jumped as she placed her dainty hoof on your withers

>When you flinched, she pulled back, terrified she had done something wrong

>"Oh my goodness, are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Oh that was so stupid of me--!"

>You place a hoof on her muzzle and offer her a smile to show you're okay

"Don't worry about it so much, mum. You just scared me is all."

>Your poor mother looks near tears though

>"I'm so sorry, Anonymous. A mother shouldn't scare her foal like that, it's just not right!"

>You nuzzle her neck in an attempt to comfort her

"Mum, I'm not so little anymore. Being scared is a perfectly normal thing. You didn't mean to do it, so you didn't do anything wrong."

>Fluttershy smiles and wraps her forelimbs around your body and squeezes you

>Your face flushes immediately

>You're close enough to smell her, pressed against her hard enough to feel her heart beating far faster than normal

>And your heart speeds up to match the rhythm

>She smells like a springtime field, fresh and natural; it's absolutely heavenly to you

>The little friend sliding out of its sheathe thinks so too

>Being so close to your mother, to her scent, to her warmth, has aroused you

>But you're too comfortable to care what your member is doing

>Aroused or not, awkward or not, you were going to keep close to your mother for every second you could

>Your growing cock slid against your mothers inner thigh

>It felt heavenly, her soft coat radiating warmth and providing just enough friction to drive you mad

>Your mother notices immediately, to your dismay

>And her reaction is far from good

>"A-Anonymous, what is that? Ohmygoodness!"

>She recoils and begins hyperventilating

>You walk over, your penis swinging awkwardly between your rear legs like a flaccid fifth limb

"M-mum, I'm sorry! Are you okay? What's wrong?"

>Fluttershy's pupils dilate, growing to nearly engulf her entire iris

>All she's doing now is stammering and shuddering in place

>Then her eyes roll back and she hits the ground

>Hard

>You ran over to her side and picked up her head in your hooves

"Mum, mum! Wake up, mum. Mummy please, come back!"

>After several minutes of you sobbing uncontrollably, your rational side finally kicked in

>You picked her up and slung her over your back, using your wings as a sort of cradle, and using them to keep her on your back

>You rushed her inside and upstairs to her bedroom

>With the utmost care you could, you laid her in bed

>Then you performed the same checks you would whenever you found an animal laying still

>You pressed a hoof against her neck to check for a pulse and laid your ear in front of her half open muzzle

>A steady pulse and faint breathing

>She was still alive

>You let out a sigh of relief

>And yet, somehow in all the excitement, your boner still hadn't gone away

>And now, with your mother laying in front of you, her limbs spread, completely exposed, you were faced with a tough choice

>You could have sex with her while she slept, doing effectively the same thing that had led to your conception

>Or you could be the better colt and just cuddle with her, and make sure she woke up the next morning

>Life was filled with tough choices