Her Younger Years
The scarf wrapped around Button Mash’s neck did what it could to fight against the biting cold of the morning air. Thankfully, the early months of the new year hadn’t brought heavy snowfall to Ponyville, as they often did. This meant he didn’t have to trudge through it whenever he had to go out to run the errands his mother left him. He let out a huff of white fog, then reached for his empty saddlebags that flanked his sides, returning with a note. According to his mother’s neat handwriting, something called a vanji root was his goal.
“Vanji root, vanji root,” Button grumbled. Somewhere deep inside, he hoped that repeating the name would make it appear in front of him like the monsters in old horror movies. He’d been at this task for well over half an hour now, and he didn’t even think to bring his GameBoy along. His mom probably planned to make some fancy Prench dish for all the trouble she was sending him through.
He huffed again. Complaining wasn’t going to get him out of the cold faster. He glanced at the various shops lining the street he trotted along, trying to find a store that could possibly have what he was looking for. At the very least, he wanted a place he could duck into for a bit to warm himself up.
A sign tucked away in the dark corners of an alleyway managed to catch Button’s eye. A green wooden plaque decorated with leaves and twigs that read “Wildwood Cauldron”. As the chill started to creep up his spine, Button made the decision that this place would be as good as any. He broke into a gallop down the cobblestone alley, pressed his hoof into the door, and pushed it open.
A bell rang once he stepped through, combined with the small creaking of the hinges. A large desk sat to his left, topped with various leaves, plants, and other items Button had no hope of identifying. He turned to the opposite side, where shelves were stacked to the ceiling with similar flora. The scent of nature in the air made Button feel like he’d just stepped into a forest.
“Oho? A young man this time?”The voice came from behind the counter. Button whipped around to see the pony who spoke but found no one. “Do you mind closing the door? You’ll let all the heat out!”
“Oh! Sorry.” Button stepped into the shop further, letting the door close behind him. Once it shut, the heat clung to him like a coat. “Um… who’s talking to me?”
“Down here, lad. I’m a bit on the shorter side.” Button approached the counter, leaning over to locate the voice. Sat down on a cushion was an elderly stallion with hair covering his features. Button could still see his wide, toothy smile, though. “Very few children come around here. Almost thought I was dreaming.”
“I’m, uh… 19,” said Button cautiously. The man just laughed.
“‘Till you hit your forties, you’ll still be a kid to me, lad.” He tapped his hoof on the counter. “Now, what can I do for you?”
“I’m looking for a plant?” he asked. “Um, vanji root? I thought that you might have it.” The old stallion hummed, then pointed his hoof behind Button.
“Any that I have will be over there, on the shelf in the back.” Button turned to see where he had to go. “What a coincidence, though. Two customers in one day, and they’re both after the same thing? Maybe I should try the lottery!” Button offered the old stallion an awkward chuckle before he took off toward the back. The thought of getting back home and ending this wild goose chase put Button in a better mood.
He trotted to the back of the store, then turned around the left corner to see the back of one of the shelves. Just like the others they were piled high with things Button couldn’t even pronounce. Before he could even begin to search for the root, he ran into the second customer the old stallion spoke about. She was easily recognizable, even for the socially inept Button Mash.
“Ah.” The large hoop earrings Zecora wore swayed as she turned her head. “Yours is a face I have not seen in a while. The last time we met, you were but a child.”
“Y-Yeah, I think so.” Button only met the eccentric zebra once in his life, as a kid. When hanging out with his old friends, the Cutie Mark Crusaders. As the only Zebra nearby Ponyville, she left quite the mark on the young colt. “Long time no see?”
“Indeed.” Zecora’s grin seemed much creepier as a foal. Now, her smile was just as warm as any other mare’s. “But to meet you here means there is something you need?” Button nodded.
“My mom sent me out to find something called a vanji root,” he explained. “But none of the markets nearby my house had it. The guy at the front said that they’d be back here somewhere.” Button realized that Zecora was holding something in her hoof furthest from him. It looked like some sort of crooked branch with small white dots growing off of it. “That wouldn’t happen to be it… right?” Zecora looked at the root in her hoof, then held it out toward Button so he could get a better look at it.
“You are both right and wrong. I’ll explain it now, so follow along.” She lifted it up so that it was in better lighting. “This is a vanjis root. Note the s. If you look for vanji here, you will have no success.” Button’s eyes widened.
“Wait, so there’s a vanji and vanjis root?” he asked. With a nod, Zecora confirmed his fears. With his head hung, he groaned. “Who came up with these stupid names, anyway? I’m never gonna find this thing!” After his outburst, Zecora chuckled.
“If you’re looking for vanji, all hope is not lost. I can provide it to you for no additional cost.” Zecora walked past him. “If you’re willing to travel to my home in the Everfree, your search will end, guaranteed.”
“Uh, E-Everfree?” he stuttered. “Isn’t there another way? I have to be home pretty soon.”
“You can continue to search for one that can be bought,” she said. “They grow in the Everfree, so I doubt you will find a lot.”
The Everfree Forest was Ponyville’s #1 hotspot for magical and supernatural going ons. Though he was a big fan of adventure as a kid, his mom’s warnings made him pretty apprehensive about going there. Even as an adult, he’d played more than his fair share of horror games taking place in dark, spooky forests. Becoming some timberwolf’s chew toy didn’t seem like a very good way to go out.
Then again, at least they would just kill him. If he were to incur his mother’s wrath… death would be a luxury.
“Alright, I’ll bite.” Button sighed. “I’ll go with you. But only in and out!” Zecora nodded, then walked past him and toward the front of the store. As Button followed, he saw her place the root on the counter along with a small pouch of bits. The old stallion peeked over the counter to take the money. Once the sale was complete, she slipped the root into her bags where the pouch once was, then turned to Button.
“Come along. The walk will not last long.” She pulled at the door, letting a chilly wave cut through the warmth. He pulled up his scarf for warmth before slipping out of the door and into the alleyway once again. Following Zecora’s hoof steps, they were out and onto the main street again.
The trip was mostly silent. Other than the brief greetings Zecora gave to the passersby she knew, neither said a word. If he’d remembered to pack his GameBoy, Button wouldn’t have minded the awkwardness between them. In absence of his new addiction, Wave Raiders 9, he decided to start up the conversation.
“So, what do you need vanjis root for, anyway?” Zecora tilted her head to him and hummed.
“A personal project, nearly at an end,” she said. “One that requires a stallion to attend.”
“A stallion?” Zecora answered his question with a nod. “Do you need someone to lift something heavy or something?” She hummed but didn’t respond. Button would have spoken again, but he realized they were fast approaching the edge of the forest. He shrunk away a little but continued to follow close behind Zecora.
Surprisingly, the trip was very lackluster. During the day, the forest seemed a lot more peaceful than he’d come to expect of it. Creatures still roamed in the bushes and between the trees, but none seemed to be too interested in the pair. Button actually found himself enjoying the trip.
“We’ve arrived.” Button nearly bumped into Zecora as she came to a sudden stop. A path to their left winded up a small hill and ended at a massive tree. Masks etched with impressive details hung from the branches, and symbols Button couldn’t recognize were painted into its bark. Zecora stepped down the path, and Button reluctantly followed. Once they reached the base of the tree, Zecora pressed the door in and stepped inside. Eager to finally get out of the cold, Button slipped behind her, taken aback by the interior. Before he could take it in, Zecora turned around and spoke.
“I will find a place to put this root away,” she said, pulling it from her saddlebags. “In the meantime, find a comfortable place to stay.”
“Alright…” Zecora turned and made for a door at the far side of the hut. She disappeared behind it, leaving Button alone in silence.
Finally, he managed to take stock of his surroundings. Much like the outside, there were ornate masks and paintings all around him. A pleasant scent burned from candles on the desks and shelves lining one wall. The fireplace burned brightly on the other. Somehow it didn’t ignite the tree surrounding it. Button moved closer, to a cushion on the ground, and plopped himself down on it.
Finally able to relax, somewhat, he took a deep breath. He had nothing but time to think (he once again kicked himself for not bringing his system along). What the hell was vanji root anyway, and why did his mom want him to get it? She sounded unnaturally excited when she sent him out to find some. It wouldn’t be the first time his mom went crazy for some new recipe she’d heard from some old lady around town.
Another sigh. At least it was finally over. Zecora would return shortly, he’d get what he needed, and be back home to challenge Nefear, the WipeOut King.
“It is done.” The voice stunned Button out of his thoughts. He shot up to his hooves and spun around to the voice. It came from the door Zecora left through, but somepony Button didn’t recognize stood there instead.
“Uh…” A new zebra stood at the door. Just as Zecora had been, she was wearing lines of rings along her hooves and neck. Her hair was also very similar. But no matter the similarities, they had to be two different zebras. This one was smaller and younger. Her eyes seemed much brighter than Zecora's. “Who are you?” The zebra tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrow.
“I am Zecora, just as before.” Her voice was higher pitched. “The one and only who once walked through that door.” She turned to the door behind her.
“There’s no way that’s possible,” said Button. “Zecora’s taller than you, and she sounds different. You’re like…younger.” The zebra placed a hoof on her chest and smiled.
“The effects of my potion were a success, it appears. It has returned me to my younger years.” Button’s eyes widened.
“W-Wait, you actually got younger?” he asked. “That’s… insane! You only ever see that in games.” He stared at Zecora’s body, noticing that the markings on her body were the same. “Why’d you want to become younger? Ooh, are you trying to live forever? That never works in the movies, though…”
“Settle down, young one.” She lifted her hoof up to his muzzle and silenced him. Her words made him frown. With her new transformation, she couldn’t have been much older than him. Though, she was still much older on the inside, so he let it slide. “I will explain what I have done.” She removed her hoof, pressing it into her chest once again. “For many years, I’ve held onto a single wish. Though as I grew older, it became something I dismissed. To many, it may seem extreme to chase after a dream so mild, but more than anything in this world… I want to bear a child.”
“Wait, so… you went back to being a young mare just so that you could have kids?” Despite his confusion, Zecora only calmly nodded. “But why go through all this trouble? Why not just have a kid as your older self?”
“To grow alongside the child would be my greatest delight,” she said with a warm smile. “And so my age had to be just right.”
“Wow. That’s some crazy dedication.” Zecora agreed with a nod. “But if you thought all this out, who do you plan on…”
Button’s sentence died in his throat. The small conversation they had on their way here resurfaced. Zecora said she needed a stallion for her project. Button was the nearest one. Now that he knew what she planned, it was obvious to guess what she needed that stallion for.
“Since you’ve tagged along, perhaps you can see if something’s gone wrong?” Zecora’s rhyme snapped Button out of his thoughts. He opened his mouth to respond, but once again, the words refused to come out. This time, it was due to Zecora turning around and pushing her flank out at him. Her tail steadily swiped back and forth, revealing her pussy before hiding it again. Button pursed his lips, hoping that his growing erection would somehow go unnoticed.
After a few more flicks of her tail, she raised it high, giving Button a full view of her sex. Her butt was large, and her lips were puffy. Under his intense gaze, her clit winked at him, making him rock hard in an instant. The small nubs of her nipples poked out from the curve underneath her belly. He gulped and let out a small huff.
“It seems I am at fault for what you have become.” Zecora’s words once again snapped Button out of his stupor. He looked down at himself and blushed. “I suppose it is only fair to help you cum.”
“Seriously…?” Button backed up, not noticing the cushion behind him. He tripped and fell onto his flank. Zecora didn’t miss a beat, followed him to the ground, and kneeled down in front of him. Button’s breathing became ragged as her hoof pressed into his wide shaft, and her muzzle rubbed his tip. A bead of precum trickled down his head, and down her face. “This is so crazy.”
“I am not a fan of a boast, but you are much larger than most.” Button’s mom always told him that he would be popular with the ladies because of his dick. As weird as it was, Button took the compliment as just motherly love. To hear someone else say it made him beam with pride. “I must prepare for a ride if I wish to have this inside.”
Zecora wasted no time tending to the stallion. Her forehoof gently traveled his length and her lips pecked the tip. Precum flowed at a steadier pace now, so Zecora pulled away and added her other hoof. One stayed at the top, poking and prodding at the tip as it flared. The other slipped down the shaft and rubbed his balls. She leaned back in to lick him, and he responded with a throb.
Button reached for Zecora’s head and pulled her closer. She kissed his cock as she traveled upward, eventually placing some quick pecks on the tip itself. She licked her lips, then opened her mouth wide. Button clenched up as she slipped his head inside of her mouth. Her tongue felt like a small, warm towel circling his flaring tip. She suckled on the tip like a pacifier, then pulled away again with a slick pop. Saliva trailed from it to her lip before falling to the floor between them.
After a pause to catch her breath, she dove back in. This time, she swallowed down more than just a few inches. Her throat stretched as Button’s girth slipped through it. Each inch Zecora took into herself made Button moan out in ecstasy. She went further and further, slurping up more and more of the throbbing mass without even a break. Button couldn’t even tell where it was all going. Once Zecora’s muzzle pressed against his crotch, she let out a huge puff of air from her nostrils. For a few moments, she sat there unmoving. Button’s dick felt like it was inside a warm, squishy oven. Eventually, she pulled back, suckling on his shaft just as she did before.
Button felt a deep pull in his gut. His balls lurched upward, and his body clenched. Zecora reached the tip just in time to get greeted with a mighty blast of cum. Like a faucet, cum spewed out of him, splattering her throat and tongue in semen. She pulled back to let a few ropes slap across her face. As it finally ended, small beads still dribbling from his tip, Zecora swallowed hard, and let out a small sigh.
“Fuck…” Button huffed. He felt like he’d just gone through an Olympic course. Despite his exhaustion, his cock was still rock hard and ready to go. Zecora pulled away, thick strands of cum following her. Once he caught his breath, Button looked down at Zecora, finding that her position had changed. Her back was to him, and her face was against the carpet. She wagged her dripping pussy in the air, tempting Button to make a move.
“Enough foreplay,” said Zecora. Excitement crept into her normally measured and level-headed tone. Button shakily got up, then placed his forehooves on her shapely ass. “Let’s get the real thing underway.” He pushed his hooves further inward, to her back, then stepped forward. His head lined up with her pussy, and he could feel the heat radiating from it. It was enough to make the rest of his body shiver. He pressed into her hard, slipping his girth underneath her and between her small breasts.
“C’mon, come on…” He tried a few more times, but each result was the same. Zecora’s cunt was so slick that he had to thrust in at the perfect angle, or he would slip right out. Zecora reached back, placing a hoof on his side.
“Take your time, do not be unruly. If you act too fast, it will not go in sm—” Zecora’s sentence ended with a sharp yelp as Button finally pushed through her folds. His head broke through and he managed to slip in a couple of inches as well. This was already more dick than the average mare was equipped to handle, but Zecora only hummed in pleasure.
“S-so tight…” moaned Button. If he hadn’t cum earlier, surely he would have now. If her mouth was an oven, her pussy was a furnace. The heat nearly burned him up. The juices from her pussy dripped down his shaft and onto his balls. He pushed in a bit more, and Zecora clenched down even harder on him. “H-Hot…I’m gonna melt.”
Despite being taken aback by her pussy, his body craved action. He pulled his hips back just a bit before shoving forward again. Each time did this, Zecora got just a few more inches inside of her. She looked at her belly from underneath, watching as his bulge clawed its way through her pussy and into its depths.
Button felt her cum as he finally fit everything inside of her. Her clit winked against him, and her asshole squeezed tight. He leaned forward, placing his hooves on either side of her head and locking himself into position. He pulled back as far as he could before Zecora’s pussy sucked him back in. His tip and her womb got well acquainted whenever he thrust in. They smooched like lovers, then they pulled apart like suction cups on a wall when Button pulled out.
He pushed his muzzle into her neck, then finally got down to proper business. The floorboards creaked and groaned as he speed up, almost fucking Zecora through the floor. Each pump carried enough force to make her shudder. Her juices squelched and sputtered out of her, puddling underneath them in a steamy pool. Zecora lifted her leg, kicking and twitching to relieve herself. Button breathed heavily against her neck. He was close, and she could feel it. Stars beamed in her eyes. Her dream would finally come true.
“C-Cumming…” Button grunted and shoved in for the final time. He came with such ferocity that it made her tummy expand on the spot. Amid the pleasured moaning, Zecora mumbled incoherently. She looked underneath her again, watching as her belly expanded like a water balloon. She felt heavier every second, and her body felt sore underneath her new weight. Excess cum oozed onto the floor, tapping against it like soft rainfall. Button inched himself out, careful not to leave too quickly and hurt her. Once he pulled out, a huge spurt of cum came with him, soaking through the carpet and streaming out of Zecora. She fell from her hooves and rested on her enlarged belly.
Their gasps for air mixed as they both took a break. Zecora rolled over onto her bag, her belly swaying with the weight of the seed deep inside her womb. Button sat down on the cushion as he did before, and washed the rise and fall of Zecora’s chest.
“Woah,” he huffed. “You look erm… pregnant.”
“Yes,” she said simply. She leaned forward, her large belly wobbling as she did. “My plan was a success. Though my joy will not go unstated, it seems as if you are unsated.” Though he’d cum twice already, his cock seemed to be growing in size. It was easily longer than he was at this point. He got back to his hooves and stepped over Zecora.
“So can I go again?” he asked. He slapped his cock onto Zecora’s belly, between her tits. “Wow, these got way bigger.” The small nubs from before were replaced by large, round breasts swelling with milk. Button rubbed his cock between them, appreciating their softness along with her belly. “They’re bigger than the coconuts from Ponkey Kong.”
“This is the potion's effect.” As she explained, Button lined up with her pussy once again. Now able to see exactly where he was meant to be thrusting, he slipped inside of her much easier. He got almost half of the length inside before Zecora began to speak again. “To make up for the lost years, the body stretches much further than you would ex… expect…” Using his own cum as a lubricant, he slipped in his full length, still poking out from Zecora’s expanded belly. He placed his hooves on either side of her, then started thrusting.
His new position allowed for much better control over himself. He slammed his hips forward, then ground his tip against her swelled womb. When he pulled back, a bit of the cum inside slipped out, coating his tip in its sticky warmth. He wasn’t worried about much leaking out, though. He’d be sure to put in 10 times the amount that came out.
Zecora’s belly shook with each powerful thrust. Her breasts jiggled and droplets of milk began to trickle down its curves. Button leaned down and kissed them, drawing more out of her as they fucked. He licked the nipple, then sucked milk from them. Whenever he slammed in, he paused for a few moments to swallow what he took from her, then continued his assault.
“How are you still so tight?” Button picked up his pace, the squishing and squelching of her pussy quickly filling the room. He let out a low moan. “I feel like I could fuck you for hours.”
“Th-That would be amazing, I agree…” Zecora let out a moan as she came. A jet of cum from before squirted out of her pussy, squeezing past Button’s unrelenting offense. “B-But any more cum and you might… ruin me…”
“Wait so, if you’re gonna have my foals, does that mean you’re my marefriend?” Zecora’s mumblings went unnoticed by the eager stallion. In fact, he sped up. “I never had one before… I wonder how I’m gonna tell mom!”
“One, two, maybe even three…” Zecora let out another moan as his head slammed into her g-spot again and again. “How many foals will you give me?” Button picked up on that question. He hummed then sped up once again. Zecora yelped in surprise. Each time her heartbeat, Button’s cock smooched her womb. She was getting close again.
“I dunno.” Button began breathing heavily. He was just as close as she was. Her hooves reached up and grabbed onto Button, bringing him closer. Button responded with a kiss on her belly. “How many do you want, Zecora?”
“I desire them all,” she said with a needy growl. “Every single drop in those balls…!”
Button grunted, then burst. Like before, Zecora started to fill up with cum and her belly expanded. Button leaned back to get a good view of it all. Her tits twitched and jumped, swelling and overflowing with milk as they got larger and larger. Eventually, it sprayed from them like a geyser, soaking her belly and the carpet below in it. Button latched onto one of them to stop the leak as best as he could.
As his third cumshot came to an end, he pulled away from her breast. Instead of pulling out like before, he leaned into Zecora’s enlarged belly, using it as a pillow.
“Ah… That was great!” He pressed a hoof to her tummy, gently rubbing it. “You’re all big and bloated now, hehe. Wonder how mom’s gonna…” His blood immediately turned to ice. He shot up to his hooves, then slipped out of Zecora. The cum that she didn’t slurp out leaked out of her pussy. “Oh god, I forgot about mom… She’s gonna beat my ass if I come home late with that plant.”
“Hmmm…” Instead of words, Zecora only managed some kind of hum. As plump and pregnant as she’d gotten, she wasn’t going anywhere. Button panicked, then headed to the backroom Zecora disappeared behind. He turned back to her.
“I’m just gonna borrow the thing I need, okay!?” he said, slipping behind the door. He took a deep breath, then started his search. “Mom won't be too mad… right…?”
“And, finished.” Cream Heart placed a plate down on her dining room table. It was loaded high with scrambled eggs, haycakes, and a small salad. She smiled with pride at her hard work. “Alright, so that’s Button’s plate. I already had my part… looks like I can relax!” She hummed with delight as she pulled at the knot on her apron, letting it fall into her other hoof. It was neatly folded and placed on the kitchen counter in an instant. That was an action Cream had practiced for many years.
It was a short trot to the living room. This was one of her favorite places to relax. Her favorite pillow was already set out in front of the fireplace. She made her way toward it but stopped before she made it. There was another reason why she liked to visit the living room so often.
She turned to her left, where a small table lay against a wall. She picked up the nearest frame in her hoof, smiling at the handsome face she saw in it. Dressed in cap and gown, being nearly strangled by his mother’s oppressive hug, was Button. She chuckled whenever she remembered the day of his high school graduation. He told her many times not to embarrass him, but Cream maintained that she was just doing her job as his mother by being proud of him.
That’s all this spot was. Cream showing her love for Button. There had to be somewhere north of a dozen photos of the boy framed on the desk and hanging from the walls. Cream’s other friends often told her that her love for him was too much, but she’d always disagree. If she didn’t show him at least this amount of love, what kind of mother would she be?
Cream’s thoughts were interrupted by the sharp ping of her doorbell. Her ears perked up and she turned her head toward the door. As far as she knew, she wasn’t expecting anyone. She put the picture back down, then headed toward the door. She unlocked it and pulled it open.
“Yes…?” Cream greeted an odd sight. In front of her was a young zebra she’d never seen before. What’s more, she was flanked by two foals riding in her saddlebags. Cream looked down further, taking note of her large belly that nearly reached the floor. “Who are you?”
“My name is Zecora, sorry for the sudden visit.” She placed her hoof on her chest and bowed slightly. “This is the house of Button Mash, isn’t it?”
“Y-Yeah, Button lives here.” Cream frowned apprehensively. “Why are you looking for my son?”
“Does my name not ring a bell?” Zecora’s eyes widened. “I suppose it is not an easy thing to tell.” She cleared her throat. “Button is the father of my daughter and son. The one on my left, Zadira, and the right, Zarian.” She placed a hoof on her belly. “The one in here is much the same. But, they do not have a name.”
“Button is…” Now it was Cream’s turn to be surprised. She shook her head. “That can’t be… he would have told me something.” Cream took a deep breath, then stepped aside. “Why don’t you come in first? It’s cold outside.”
“Thank you.” Zecora stepped past her, and into the living room. Cream closed the door, and pressed her head against it. The overflow of information was a bit too much for her. Button was a father of three, or more? He’d never even mentioned a peep of this to her. She took a deep breath, then turned around to Zecora.
“P-Please take a seat near the fire, if you want. Button isn’t up yet, but he should be soon…” Zecora nodded, then took a seat at the nearest cushion. She moved the kids to one side so both could comfortably sleep. Cream walked up to her, taking her usual spot on her cushion. “So… those are Button’s…” Zecora nodded once again.
“You can likely tell, but Zarian takes after him well.” She pointed to the colt. He was a pony with a small tuft of brown hair the same shade as Button’s. “Zadira currently takes after me, but we will have to wait till she grows to see.” The filly had the stripes of a zebra and multicolored hair just like her mother. After seeing the two, the doubt Cream held melted away into nothing.
“So… how did you and Button end up… having kids?” Zecora chuckled.
“He helped me with my research, to return to my youth to experience childbirth.” Cream paused. The words she was hearing were more insane than finding out that she was a grandmother. Yet, for some reason, they seemed familiar.
“You… became younger?” She gasped. “It can’t be… when I sent Button out to find a vanji root…” Zecora nodded again. “But that was only a month ago at best! How did you have children already?” Zecora chuckled again, a faint blush appearing on her face.
“Button’s semen is quite extraordinary.” She rubbed her belly. “It seems to have decreased the time I’m pregnant, but increased the number of foals I can carry.” Zecora reached into a smaller saddlebag behind her others. “This reminds me that I have come with a present. One that you may find quite pleasant.”
Zecora pulled a small vial from the pouch, filled with a light green liquid. As soon as she saw it, Cream’s eyes went wide. Zecora placed the vial between them, with Cream unable to pry her eyes from it.
“That’s… Cream swallowed hard. “Is that… what you used?” Zecora hummed.
“When you sent Button out, I suppose this is what it was about?” Cream didn’t answer, but her face said it all. “A housewife would have no use for vanji, which is used in explosives to clear debris. If you wanted to bring time to its knees, then you would have quite the use for vanjis.” Cream reached out for the vial, picking it up in her hoof. Even after bringing it closer, she stared at it for what seemed like ages.
“This will make me young again,” she said, finally looking away from the liquid. She glanced at Zecora, who had a warm smile on her face.
“After laying the children down to sleep, I believe I will give Button’s room a peep.” She got to her hooves again, looking down at Cream. “Perhaps you would like to join me?” Cream looked between the liquid in her hands and Zecora. She took a deep breath, and then another. Finally, with a swift motion, she pulled the cork off of the vial and downed the contents in one go. She breathed slowly before looking back up at Zecora with a smile.
“We have a guest room they can rest in,” she said. “Let me show you where they can sleep.”
From the moment he woke up, Button knew something was wrong.
He’d noticed a couple of irregularities with his body even before he opened his eyes. His posture was off, for one. He always preferred to sleep on his side, not his back like he was now. Next was the cold breeze over his lower body. He made sure to wrap up tight since he was particularly cold last night. Lastly, the small odd sounds he picked up as he regained consciousness. It sounded like someone enjoying a lollipop.
His leg twitched and sent a shock of awareness up his body. He woke up quicker, and his eyes began to open. The sounds became more pronounced. A weird, yet familiar feeling spread from his lower half. He yawned, then tilted his head in an attempt to see what was happening to him.
“Ah. So you have come to.” The voice immediately put Button on edge. He pressed his hooves into the bed and pushed himself up. His eyes widened as they met with Zecora’s.
“W-Wha… what’s going on here?” Button asked. Instead of an answer, Zecora returned to her task. She pressed her muzzle into his balls, leaving a tender smooch on them. Once she pulled back, his cock throbbed. “How did you get here? Am I dreaming?”
“This is no dream,” she said. She rubbed her muzzle against him again. His balls had grown to the side of her head. “Everything is as it seems.”
“How did you get past mom?” he asked. “D-Did you tell her that we…?” Zecora chuckled, then looked to her side.
“Perhaps you should ask that to the mare herself.” Button blinked a few times before following her gaze. In his sleep-drunken state, he’d barely noticed anything besides Zecora. He looked to his left, feeling even more small pecks on his balls than before. His cock draped over their face, but Button could clearly make out a familiar figure beneath it.
“M-Mom?” Button felt his blood run cold. She pressed into him with a mighty kiss before pulling away and showing her face. Her mature facial features gave way to smooth skin, and her eyes shone as bright as any young mare’s. Her hair was tied behind her in a bow. No matter how much he told himself that the sight in front of him couldn’t be real, her kisses against his shaft didn’t lie.
“Morning, Button.” Her voice made him double-take. Just like Zecora, getting younger made her voice higher and peppier. She seemed to be around the same age as her, too. To hear her say her normal greeting while she licked his shaft clean made something inside him tick. Now that he was conscious, he began to slowly get harder until he was at full readiness. Zecora returned to his balls, leaving small black marks behind from her lipstick. “How’s my handsome little devil today?”
“There's no way...” he said through ragged breaths. His balls clenched a few times, and both mares noticed he was getting close. “This is too crazy!”
“Quiet down, or you’ll wake the neighbors.” Button gasped at his mother’s technique. She moved to his tip, jerking at his shaft to entice him. “You’re about to cum, right? You can let it out on mommy.”
Button wasted no time taking her offer. The first jet of splooge shot right past her and onto the wall behind her. Before he could go again, she covered his tip with her mouth, catching the rest inside of her. As each wave came, she swallowed it down without pause. As Button finally came to a stop, she pulled away from him, licking her lips and giving him a large smile.
“Good boy.”
Button fell back down to the bed, gasping for air. He squeezed his eyes tight like that would somehow wake him up, but nothing happened. Once he opened them again, he glanced at the two mares looking down at him from above.
“I can tell you are quite immersed,” said Zecora, stepping away from Button’s bed. She pointed her hoof at his cock. “So I will allow you to go first.”
“Thanks, Zecora.” Cream pressed her hoof into the bedframe. She climbed up as it creaked under their weight. Button opened his mouth to complain, but only a moan came out. She pressed her lips against his tip, teasing him with the idea of pushing down and impaling herself on him. “You don’t mind, right Button? If mommy gets some of your cock…”
“Mom, w-why are you—” He was interrupted once again, but this time by Zecora’s interference. She stepped up just as Cream did, hovering over Button’s face. Juice dripped from her sopping cunt and down onto his chest. She lowered herself down. Her plump breasts squished against him before her clit pressed down onto his muzzle.
“Children should keep quiet while adults are speaking.” Button wanted to point out that he was no longer a child, but his mouth was a little preoccupied. He opened his mouth and clasped it onto Zecora’s clit with his lips. It throbbed every time he licked at it, making Zecora moan. “K-Keep that up, and I may never stop leaking…”
“I’m gonna start, okay Button?” Cream called out to him as she pushed against his tip. It twitched and jumped, but Cream managed to keep it under control for long enough to slip the head inside. There was little to no resistance once she finally got it in. She was just as wet as Zecora was. “Aah-hmm…You’re so big, baby.”
“If my memory serves, he can get much bigger,” Zecora spoke between moans. Button’s tongue broke through her lips and dug deep inside her. He flicked at her soft walls, firmly rubbing against her g-spot.
“That’s good to hear.” Cream pulled back, nearly letting him slip out of her. She shook her hips, twisting and grinding against his tip. Just as Zecora said, Button’s cock felt like it grew slightly inside of her. “Mmh. Mommy will be taking every single bit of you, okay dear?”
Even if he could respond, he wasn’t sure he would form a coherent sentence. Each inch was a challenge. Though she was wet and slick, she was also much tighter than he was expecting. Once she got halfway, she let out the breath she’d been holding in. With a moan, she squeezed the last half down in one strong push. He couldn’t see it, but he was sure his dick was bulging from her belly. The thought made his hoof twitch.
Instead of pulling him out of her again, Cream idled. She wiggled her hips and his girth stretched her out even further. She bobbed on it, letting his head smooch her womb a few times before finally pulling away. She paused at the medial ring, then slammed down again. She bit her lip, but her growl came out clearly.
As she found her rhythm down below, Button returned his focus above. He’d been obediently licking away at Zecora’s pussy, but he was ready to step up his game. His hooves slipped under her and curved up to press onto her chest. She let out a surprised yelp and tensed up once Button began to massage them. He could feel that they’d swollen since he last saw them. They were firmer and heftier, surely full of milk waiting to be tapped. He played with them in his hooves, then pressed down on top of them. She let out a moan as well as a jet of milk onto his stomach. She twitched and shook as she came, drizzling cum onto Button’s muzzle and into his mouth. He slurped up as much as he could, only furthering her orgasm.
“Oh, Button!” Cream’s voice took his attention from Zecora and put it back on her. She’d started to bounce, smacking her ass against his hips with mighty squelches. Her heavy breaths mixed with her moaning. It was clear she was close. Button reached down and blindly held onto her thighs. As soon as she pulled away from him, Button chased her but thrusting his lower half upward. She almost flew off of him with how much force he’d put behind it. “Yes… Yes, baby! Give it to me…!”
Button grunted, and his balls clenched. He slammed in, followed by a mighty eruption. He pulled her down onto him as far as she would go, making sure every drop of cum would end up in her pussy. Despite his best efforts, he felt it leak out of her and back onto his crotch. Even then, he kept on cumming. Just like with Zecora, he could feel her tummy and breasts expand with each ounce he pumped into her.
As he finally came to an end, Zecora stood up and let him get some air. He placed his hoof over his forehead as he slowly stabilized. Once Zecora’s hooves touched the ground again, she turned back to the bed and smiled.
“Though she is your mother, you did very well,” she said, turning to see her. “Her belly has gotten larger and swelled.”
Zecora was right. Just as he felt when he was blinded, her stomach had grown several magnitudes. Her breasts had grown a couple sizes as well. Sweat dripped down her body and rolled along her new curves as she panted. Her face was locked in one enraptured by bliss.
“My word… I’m so full.” She pulled herself up, slipping out of Button with a small meep. She carefully left the bed and fell to her side as soon as her hooves hit the floor. She let out a sigh, then turned to Button. “If you’re gonna make such a mess, you better knock me up, understood young man?”
“Y-Yes, ma’am.” Despite the contrast between his mother’s normal voice and her belly filled with his cum, Button responded as he normally would. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his hoof.
“I hope you don’t mind if I cut in.” Zecora once again climbed on top of the bed, this time where Cream was moments before. She pressed the tip into her lips, and it slipped through even easier than Cream. She was just as warm as when he first penetrated her, and it took his breath away once again. “I’ve been waiting patiently for us to begin.”
Zecora slipped him inside smoothly, reaching the bottom in one push. Once his head pressed against her womb, his shaft throbbed, making Zecora shake. She leaned down, placing her hooves on his chest, then kissed him. He returned it and placed his hoof onto her back.
“I’ve been waiting too long. This is where I belong.” She pulled away from him, then lifted her hips up. Her plump belly swayed as she rode him. “Your cock is unmatched. I may have gotten too attached.”
“Be careful with her, Button.” Cream spoke off to the side. She’d come back to her senses, and laid on her side. She gently rubbed her swollen belly as cum leaked from her and onto the floor. “That’s your baby she’s carrying. Treat her well.”
“My…” The realization washed over Button. He reached up and placed a hoof on her belly. Zecora smiled, then placed her hoof over his. “Wow. I can’t believe I’m having a baby.”
“This will be your third,” she told him. Button’s eyes went wide.” Though hearing that I’ve given birth so fast must be absurd.”
“I’m gonna have three kids?”
“You’ll be having a few more than that,” said Cream, rubbing her own belly. “You better be ready, Button. It’s a lot of responsibility to raise a child. I would know.”
“I am excited,” said Zecora, narrowing her eyes. She lifted her hips again just to bring them back down smoothly. “Though, maybe we should focus on what’s in front of us, instead.”
“R-Right.” Button grabbed her thighs just like he did for Cream and took the lead. Heeding his mother’s words, he lifted his hips slowly. His tip smooshed against her womb and he rubbed them together before pulling away. Even these small pumps seemed to please Zecora. He circled his hips, swinging his girth at her walls and stretching them as far as they would go. She let out a low moan, then leaned into Button once again. “Sorry, but… can I go faster?”
“I will allow it,” hummed Zecora. Her tail flicked to and fro with excitement. “This pace is a bit slow, I will admit.” Before she even properly finished her sentence, his hips were moving quicker. Though he was still cautious, his hips started to slam against her ass. The clapping got louder with each pump until Button saw the ripple in her coat as he thrust. He reached behind her, pulling her into him as much as he could. Her breasts squeezed against him. Milk dripped from her nipples and seeped into his coat.
Zecora brought her hooves to Button’s face and centered it on her. Their muzzles pressed together in a kiss much deeper than the one before. Their tongues lashed out, fighting for dominance over the other. Button sped up even more below, his cock twitching and growing with each pump. Zecora pulled away from the kiss to catch a breather, then leaned into him further to speak in his ear.
“Button…” She mumbled between breaths. “You’ve got me addicted. I’m under a spell I never want lifted.” She kissed him again. “All I’ve been thinking of is when we will breed. So give me a taste of your thick, stallion seed!”
Once again, Button’s balls clenched tight as cum pumped from his cock. Zecora pulled away from him, giving her belly the proper space to grow and expand with Button’s baby batter. Though it was once firm and swollen, her belly softened up as it grew. Her breasts grew even larger, easily becoming larger than Button’s head. They swelled to a breaking point before milk sprayed from them and onto the wall behind Button’s head. Instead of trying to stop them, Button focused on making sure Zecora was as bloated as possible.
“B-Button, wait…!” Zecora let out a flighty moan. Button kept going, more than he’d ever done before then. He squeezed every single drop he could out of his balls. Her belly flopped and sloshed with excessive cum, seemingly never stopping. “I’ll have… too many foals at this r-rate…!”
“Take ‘em!” he yelled. He bit his lip and wrung the last bit of seed out of his body. He fell on his back and took in gulps of air. Finally, he could feel himself going soft as Zecora lifted herself off of him. She wobbled to the opposite side of the bed that Cream was on and slowly fell onto her back. Her belly had grown to be taller than the bed itself, and almost as wide. Button could lay on top of it and not touch the floor. “Z-Zecora? Are you alright?”
“Hmmmnnh.” Her groan was accompanied by a lazy nod and a chuckle. Button remembered how she reacted when they fucked at her cabin. He only pumped half of the cum she had swimming around in her now back then. He was surprised she managed to stay conscious.
“Button…” The familiar stern voice of his mother drew Button’s attention back to his other side. Cream glared at him with fury in her eyes. “I told you to be careful, didn’t I?”
“I’m sorry, mom,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s just… zebra pussy is so good, I couldn’t help myself.”
“Oh?” She narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying my pussy isn’t up to snuff?” Button shook his head, and opened his mouth to respond, but he never got the chance. “And what did I tell you about cleaning up after yourself? Look at this mess you’ve made.”
“I said sorry...” Cream huffed, but leaned down to her son’s flaccid cock. She licked the shaft and it twitched to life. Button was sure that he was spent, but his body seemed to disagree. “W-Were you just angry because you wanted to suck—”
“Of course not!” she said. Her playful look told a different story, though. “Well…I guess I can clean up this time.” Button reached for his mom’s head and pulled it closer. Her small licks turned into a full-on fellatio. Now he was sure he wasn’t done yet. In fact, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be done.
“M-Mom?” he muttered. She pulled away from his tip with a pop, licking the cum from her lips.
“Yes, baby?”
“Can I put it in again?” He throbbed, reaching another erection within seconds. Cream giggled, then pressed her hoof against it.
“Of course, sweetie.”
Once the slicing winds of the Winter season gave way to the warm afternoons of Spring, Button found himself much happier when he had to go outside. Even when he had to run errands for his mother, as he often did.
This time, it was just groceries. They were packed into his left saddlebag, tightly wrapped to make sure none spilled out. Normally, he’d be able to evenly distribute them, but his other bag was a bit preoccupied at the moment.
“Oh, Button? Is that you?” He came to a stop and turned toward the voice. Standing on the side of the road with full saddlebags of her own was one of his mother’s friends. She glanced to his side and her eyes went wide. “Are you babysitting?”
“Ah… um, no.” He chuckled. “This is… my son.” The mare’s jaw dropped and her eyes sparkled like diamonds.
“Wow! Look at you. I can’t believe it,” she said, patting the sleeping colt on the head. “You grew up so fast… Who’s the lucky lady?” Button pursed his lips.
“E-Erm, m-maybe I’ll tell you next time?” he said, turning away. “Sorry, but I’ve gotta get going.”
“Oh, alright. But I’m getting your mom to tell me all about it!” Button laughed nervously, then took off towards his house.
He was standing in front of the door not five minutes later. He took a deep breath, checking on his son and the groceries to make sure everything was in place. He opened the door and walked into the living room.
“Ah, Button! You’re back just in time.” She was behind a wall, but Button could already envision his mother’s warm smile. “I need those scallions to add to this broth.” He walked in and closed the door behind him. A few steps later, the living room came into view, and everyone turned toward him.
He counted 6 heads. One was of course his mother, who stood in front of a pot. She was holding a wooden spoon in her mouth to stir the soup in front of her. Her large belly was covered up by her favorite cooking apron, though it was getting a bit tight. On his other side, there was Zecora. She sat down in the living room on her side. Just like Cream, happiness beamed from her features.
As for the last four, they were all little bundles of joy. Button had gotten introduced to Zarian and Zadira the day Zecora had brought them over. He remembered the tears filling his eyes when he looked at them. Next to them were the next two youngest: Joystick and Jenesis, his mother's kids. All four were quietly resting on Zecora. Of course, Button didn’t forget the colt on his side. He approached Zecora and leaned down, letting Zecora pull Shao Kahn out from his saddlebags. It was a battle with Zecora to let him keep that name, but after pointing out that he hadn't named any of them yet, she relented.
He joined the rest of the foals with Zecora, peacefully snoozing without a care in the world. To Button, the scene was picturesque.
“I’m home,” said Button. He planted a kiss on her forehead, then leaned into her belly to plant one there, too. Zecora responded with a pleased hum. “Love you.” Zecora pressed her muzzle against Button’s coat.
“I love you, as well.”