MILF - Hunger (Clop/Foalcon/Dark)

>The very moment she opened her eyes, she knew.

>Like a stranger in the night it had come crawling, seeping into her, changing her.

>Mere minutes passed as the hunger grew inside her.

>A giant emptiness deep inside her, needing to be filled.

"No, no, not now," she whispered.

>Her thoughts ran laps around her mind, wanting so desperately to find a loophole.

>Anything to get rid of this terrible hunger.

 

"No, no, no, no!"

>Button's mother pulled the sheets away, revealing the increasing pool of wetness around her.

>She immediately got out of bed and rushed to the calender hanging on the opposite wall.

>It was only Tuesday.

>Her eyes went back and forth, counting and re-counting the days between Tuesday and Friday.

>Every time she counted, more days seemed to pop up between the two.

>As if time itself was mocking her, pointing it's ugly finger and laughing.

 

>With ferocious roar, she smashed her hoof into the wall.

"No, no, NO!"

>The mare rushed back to the bed and pulled out the box underneath it.

>She pulled out toy after toy, tossing them aside one by one.

>Her eyes fell upon them, knowing exactly what each and every one of them did.

>But despite their effectiveness, they seemed faded and inadequate as she looked upon them.

 

>Soon, the box was empty, devoid of any solution.

>Button's mother threw it against the wall and groaned.

>During her frantic search for help, the hunger had grown into pain inside her.

>Hell's week had come, and she could do nothing.

"Mom? Are you okay?"

 

>Her eyes immediately found her son standing in the doorway.

>His little mouth was open slightly and his brows were furrowed.

>And his little body was so beautiful.

>It was the body of a good, kind colt.

>A colt who could help her.

 

"N-No, sweetie, I'm... not," she replied. "Mommy needs... needs help."

>Button moved closer, one little step at a time.

>She felt her mouth salivate and her body scream with each step.

>Although on the other side of the room, his scent filled the air around her.

>It was a pure, masculine scent; one she so desperately needed.

>Already her mind was imagining what was to happen.

>Everything would be so good, so perfect.

 

>Button's mother shook her head, forcing the thoughts away.

"No! Stay back!"

>The frightened colt stopped and slowly began moving back.

"W-What's going on?"

"Just... just stay away from me. Go into your room and play video games, anything! Just don't come near me!"

>Each word became increasingly harder to speak, each coherent thought blurring in her mind.

 

"Mom, what's happening to you?"

"I'll... I'll tell you later. Please go!"

>Button finally and thankfully listened to his mother's strained words and left the room.

>She couldn't help but admire his body as it disappeared around the corner.

>He could help her with that body, make her right again.

"No, he's my son! I won't!" she scolded herself.

 

>Button's mother turned her back to the door and inhaled deeply.

>Despite the heavy intake of air, her body still felt quite empty.

>She clenched her teeth as she watched the wall.

>Her entire body was trembling, yearning to move.

>But she knew that the mind was stronger than the flesh.

>She would not be controlled nor used.

 

"It's a nice wall, isn't it? Yes it is, but it could be better. How so? Well, we could paint the room. M-Make it n-nice and... bright."

>She groaned and stomped her hooves into the floor.

>Nothing seemed to work.

>Singing, talking, meditating, nothing.

>She had forgotten how difficult it was to be in heat.

>It had been so long since she was on her own.

 

>Throughout all the years, her husband was there to relieve her of this agony.

>With him being away for the week, she had no one.

>There was no one to help her.

>No one to save her from her own body.

>Nobody except Button.

 

"No! I won't! What's wrong with you?! He's just a foal!"

>Button's mother collapsed, her body landing on the floor with a 'thump'.

>Despite having sat still and done nothing, her breathing was strained and light.

"But he could help... He could- No. I, I won't... Even though he does have a nice... But it's wrong. Yes, it's wrong... So delightfully wrong... Ooh..."

>She squirmed on the floor, whimpering and panting.

"B-Button could... he could... yes... yes he could..."

 

>There was no strength in the hunger she possessed, and the will behind her power was a primal thing.

>As it devoured her mind and body, she moved forward.

>Through the bedroom and into the hall.

>Everything around her seemed distant, like the walls were a building far away.

>The door up ahead, the door to her salvation, was so impossibly distant.

>Her breathing turned harsh and quick as she galloped towards it.

 

>Button shrieked and fell to the floor as his door slammed open.

>Several comic books fell from the bookshelf and the TV rumbled.

>His mother stared at him, at his perfect body on the floor.

 

"H-Hey, sweetie," she whispered.

>Her hooves went slowly across the floor, moving towards the remedy to the toxin in her body.

"Mommy needs you to... help her."

"But you said-"

"I know!"

>Button cowered at the sound of her harsh tone.

 

>With him lying completely still, it didn't take her long to reach him.

>She placed her hooves on each side of his body and stared down.

>Despite the fright in his heart, Button forced himself to look at his mother.

>An odd aura seemed to gravitate around her; a cursed aura.

>Her hair was messy, her eyes crazed.

>If not for the familiar colors and cutie mark, he would have sworn this was an imposter.

 

"You love mommy, d-don't you? Don't you?!"

"Yes, yes!"

"And you wouldn't let mommy feel bad, would you?"

"N-No!"

"So... you'll help me, yes?"

"B-But you said I had to-"

"You're going to help mommy, AREN'T YOU!?"

 

>Button whimpered beneath his mother, his eyes closed and body shaking.

>It was a sad sight to behold.

>Here was a pony who knew no hardships, cowering in fright from seeing his own mother.

>A spoiled little colt with too much free time.

>Button's mother felt disgusting sourness on her tongue.

 

"You little brat! You won't even help your own mother?!"

>She leaned down and flopped him onto his belly.

>Despite his best resistance, the colt was no match for his mother's strength.

"All you do is play video games all day! You barely even spend time with me!"

"M-Mom, please!"

"Is that what you want mares to see in you?! A lonely, weird colt who lives in a fantasy world?!

 

>Although the anger had put aside the hunger for a moment, it could not be contained.

>There was still something she needed so desperately.

>Her eyes fell onto her son's flaccid penis.

>This wouldn't do at all.

>Pinning him to the floor with her front legs, she leaned down towards his crotch.

 

"You think a mare will want that?! Huh?! Do you?!"

"Stop! I d-don't want-"

"I don't care! Getting pinned down by a mare; you're pathetic."

>She wasted no time with being sensual or slow; her mouth dove straight onto the penis and began licking and sucking.

"W-What are you doing, mom?! I don't like this!"

>His little body fought valiantly against the restraints, but to no avail.

"Mom, please! Stop!" the colt cried.

>Tears had already filled his eyes, blurring the sight of his mother between his thighs.

 

>Simply tasting it was slowly feeding the hunger inside her.

>But while it was helping somewhat, it almost made the aching worse.

>Sucking on this magnificent dick would never be enough to give her what she wanted.

>For now, she had to continue, however.

>It was slowly growing harder and bigger under the care of her wet, warm mouth.

>Button didn't moan, didn't sigh in relief nor excitement.

>He whimpered with every stroke of his mother's tongue, cried as she took his entire length inside her mouth.

 

>Although it felt like hours to the depraved, hungry mare, it only took her minutes to get the dick fully erect.

>She licked her lips as she looked upon it.

>The key to her own salvation was right there in front of her.

>It could rid her of her terrible curse.

>At least she hoped so.

 

"Hmph, is that it? I expected more from you."

>She snorted onto it, causing it to twitch.

"I guess it'll have to do."

>Button's tears fell to the floor in streams of pain.

>His little body constantly fought the strong hooves holding him down, but all he managed to do was exhaust himself.

 

>Button's mother moved forward, lining her swollen, puffy lips up with her son's flared head.

"Open your eyes."

"I d-don't want to!"

"Open them!"

>His eyelids fluttered open against his better judgment.

>It took all of his will to look upon his mother.

>And it brought no small amount of tears to his eyes to do so.

 

"You can't even handle a mare. Do you know how pathetic you are?"

>Button did not reply, he only stared at the blurry, distorted image of his mother.

"What kind of son are you?"

>She stared her son right in the eye as she lowered her flank.

>Extreme jolts of pleasure shot through her as her son's flared head came in contact with her lips.

>Despite this pleasure, no moans nor gasps left her throat.

>She merely smiled as the emptiness inside her slowly filled up.

 

>Button cried and bawled as his mother sheathed him inside of her.

>Her slippery walls offered no resistance due to his small size and the immense amount of natural lubrication.

"Look at you, crying like a foal. Do you think mares want a colt like you?"

>She couldn't help but exhale slowly when her rump met her son's groin.

>Finally her hunger could be satiated, fed like the wild beast it was.

 

"You can't even hold your ground against a mare. And you're supposed to be a stallion?"

>Button's mother prepared herself for the glorious rutting about to commence.

"Don't make me laugh."

>With those words she began riding him.

>As before, she spent no time taking it slow.

>The sooner the hunger went away, the better.

 

>His little body rocked and shook underneath her intense slamming of her rump.

>The hard shaft slipped around inside her, sending shivers through his mother's body.

>Although small, it was enough to make the mare lose herself in lust and joy.

>Her moans were loud and long, smothering her son's ears with their very being.

 

"MOM, STOP! PLEASE!" Button shrieked, having finally found his voice. "PLEASE!"

>The colt's pleading fell on deaf ears, or at least ignorant ones.

>His mother continued with no intent of stopping, slamming his body with her round ass.

"Do you hate me, i-is that it?! Don't y-you care about... me?!" she replied, panting through the sentences.

"BUT I DON'T LIKE THIS!"

"This is w-what life is like! This, this is what p-ponies do!"

 

>While the hunger and emptiness slowly but surely faded within Button's mother, anger and disappointment took their place.

>Her own son was nothing more than a selfish, incapable little runt.

>Anger and pleasure was a cocktail previously unknown to the mare, but never before had she felt this good.

"This isn't s-some video g-game! This is real l-life!"

"MOM, PLEASE!"

"L-Look at you! Being t-taken by a m-mare!"

"IT HURTS!"

"I s-should make y-you wear dresses, you p-pathetic excuse for a colt!"

"HELP ME!"

 

>Button's mother wanted to strike him, wanted to scream at him, but neither ever came.

>The remedy was slowly welling up inside her, overtaking her entire being.

>She put all of her force into taking her son's cock.

>It spread apart her walls with each thrust, which only served to drive her wilder.

>And her walls engulfed it, latched onto it like parasites.

 

>As her son screamed and pleaded helplessly underneath her, the hunger within her roared.

>Like a star collapsing in on itself her hunger ended, broken by its own power.

>She might have screamed or moaned, but she could not tell.

>A loud ringing in her ears blocked the sounds of the world as the hunger subsided.

>Button's mother closed her eyes and saw naught but heaven.

>Her body was calm, relaxed.

>Not even reflexes could fight the powerful, soul-shattering sexual peak rushing through her body.

 

>It was a fleeting moment of enlightenment, of ultimate pleasure.

>With the force of that very same exploding star, the world came crashing onto her.

>Her son's crying, the walls, the floor.

>All of it hit her in unison.

>She was lying on her back on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

 

>Her body felt alien, different somehow.

>As if it had been filled to the brim, yet no bigger.

>The corners of her mouth turned upwards into a smile when she realized the lack of a hunger.

 

>Button's mother got up with renewed energy.

>Her son was lying on his bed, his shaft still hard.

>His little, frail tears crashed onto the sheets, turning it wet.

 

"Thank you for your help, sweetie. Mommy really appreciates it."

>Although her son did not look at her, he still reacted to her words.

>They made him shake his head, as well as his entire body.

>The colt looked more like a bomb ready to explode than a pony.

 

"Your father won't be home until Friday, so I'll probably be back."

>Button pulled the sheets over himself, hiding the colt from view.

>His mother giggled quietly and went towards the door.

>Once within the frame of it, she turned to face her son once more.

"You really were quite good. See you, sweetie."

 

>As she closed the door shut with a smile, a low rumbling began deep within her.

>Beyond her body, deep within her soul.

>It gained momentum and power, but slowly so.

>Although satiated for now, the hunger could never be appeased.

>Although it might sleep, it would always return.

>At least now she always had someone to help her.

>Quiet, happy tones rang in the hall as she hummed while trotting towards the kitchen.

>Hard work could make a mare so very hungry.

 

End.