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“Yaaay thank you to my patrons this month!! Expect surprise hugs to all of you when you least expect it! **hides in their closets waiting and prowling for the perfect moment** **surprise kisses to Michael and Joshua for top patron...
asklalalexxi

Yaaay thank you to my patrons this month!! Expect surprise hugs to all of you when you least expect it! **hides in their closets waiting and prowling for the perfect moment**  **surprise kisses to Michael and Joshua for top patron bragging rights** :)

I will be using these funds to:

  1. Donate to the Humane Society
  2. Help pay off this month’s student loan
  3. Help pay for internet while I’m on the ship for 6 months to stay in touch with you guys (cause employees still have to pay quite a bit for internet, sadly…)

Just to let you guys know, since I’ll be gone on the ship in a few weeks, you don’t have to keep being patrons since I’m 80% certain I wont be able to make audios for you all with a roomie around and no privacy. You weren’t obligated to give me anything in the first place, but when this happens you’re DEFINITELY not obligated since I wont be doing anything.

Look I did a dumb thing .3.

Tis about 3k words, uh…all characters are 18+ I guess >_>;

Also, I’m not gunna lie.  It’s fetishy.  I won’t say whiiiiich fetish, but…

//…

School was out and there was nothing but free weekend for days, for the little school foals in town. And boy were they excited to have the whole 3 days of freedom, to play, to not worry about homework, and to pretend to sleep at sleepovers. A few kids in particular, including a little brown colt in a propeller hat, were bristling with excitement, each talking about what games they were gunna play that weekend, who was the best at them, and especially who was going to get their ass handed to them when they finally got their hooves on the controllers.

“Nu'uh bro, I’m totally better than you, everyone knows it!” said one kid said aloud as the children packed up their belongings.

“Ha! You never play Road Brawler,” Button said back in his nasaly voice, looking rather confident in himself “I’m gunna beat you with one hoof tied behind my back!”

“Yeah right!” another boy shouted “Skippy’s gunna beat you so hard you…uh…you cry to your mommy!”

Button didn’t react lightly to that, growing red in the face and screwing his face in the frustration only a child can have. “Oh yeah?! Let’s settle this right now then!” he then answered way too loud, getting a look of annoyance from Ms. Cheerilee, not that any of the kids paid any heed “Come on!”

The gaggle of kids then raced out the door of the classroom and down the street to Skippy’s home, each squabbling about something else and arguing over it very stubbornly.

//…

Mrs. Mash hummed to herself contented. With the quiet afternoon to herself, she finally had the time to tend to the garden she’s been neglecting for so long. In fact, between the house work, punishing her kid, and the mailman, she’s almost forgotten what quiet time like this was like. It was nice, she thought, her petunias were coming in quite nicely, rather healthy, she noted with pride, and she felt a little swell of excitement well up at the thought of planting some beautiful orchids she found the other day. She could just see them now, the luscious purples mixed along with the pale blue, and the-

A knock on the door suddenly interrupted her thoughts, and put a sour look on her face. She could already hear the whining coming from the other side. It was going to he one of those days.

With a sigh, she picked her self up and brushed the dirt off of her coat before she made her way to the next room to answered the door. When she opened it, she wasn’t surprised to see her son, one knee scraped up, the other leg looped around another little colt for support, and crying his little heart out. The poor thing didn’t even realize his mother had answered the door yet. “B-But, it huuuuurts!” he simply wailed, perhaps answering something that his friend had told him.

“He, uh, he tripped on the way home,” the kid supporting him said, smiling nervously at the mare in front of him “So, he asked me to take him home.” The kid winced when Button wailed even louder.

Mrs. Mash sighed and collected herself. Then, with a patient smile, she knelt down and looped her forelegs around her little Button, pulling him close to her wide bosom to hug him. “Shshshhh, it’s ok Button, Mommy’s here,” she cooed softly “It’s ok, baby.”

“Ma-Maaaahm!” the little colt whined, grasping pathetically around his mother. She kissed the little colt on his cheek, making exaggerated chirps as she did, however, her coddling did nothing to calm the little colt down or quiet his excessive crying, which was probably loud enough to worry the neighbors.

“It’s ok, Button, I’ll bandage you aaaall up,” she cooed again, emphasizing herself with a cute little nuzzle “and then you can have one of those big delicious chocolate chip cookies you li-”

“You made cookies?!” Button suddenly piped up, his whining stopping all together. He started trying to wriggle out of his mom’s grasp “I-I want the cookies!”

“Button wait, I didn’t-” she tried to say, but it was too late. Her son had successfully escaped her grasp and ran into the house before she could even turn around, disappearing from sight. He even dropped his hat, in his excitement.

The mare sighed, a bit annoyed, and stood back up. “Feel free to make yourself at home,” she said to the little colt, who Button had abandoned “I’ll get you a snack in a few minutes.”

The colt nodded, eyes a bit wide “Thank you, Mrs. Button’s mom,” he said.

She had opened her mouth to correct the child, but was interrupted by the familiar, nazally voice “Mmaahm! I don’t see any cookies!”

She huffed again and trotted off sternly in the direction Button had disappeared, leaving the colt alone in the front entrance.

The colt had never been to Button’s house before. Button always seemed a bit nervous whenever someone suggested they go to his place, so he never got the chance to actually see it. Now that he was exploring it, he felt a little bit of excitement, like he was charting new territory. He couldn’t help but imagine himself as a pioneer in the unfamiliar place, discovering old photo graphs like they were ancient artifacts, testing the bouncyness of the couches as if deciding if they would make good camping grounds, kicking the dirt off his hooves, just like how the pioneers got all muddy-

Wait…dirt?

The little colt looked down at his apparently dirt covered hooves, and found a little trail of hoof prints going back to where he had just been, up onto the couch, and onto the little ledge that those photographs had been, right next to the tray that housed the flowers…uh…ruined flowers. Huh…how hadn’t he noticed the dying flowers on the window sill, that’s certainly an odd thing to decorate your home with….

Then something felt off. He felt a tingling in his spine like he could sense there was something behind him. Something big…and very curvy. The little colt felt the blood rush out of his system and a heavy weight pull his stomach down.

“You ruined my flowers,” came her voice in a deep, cold tone “It took me weeks to get those things sprouting, you know.” Her voice was just above his head, so close to his ears, that he could almost feel her breath on his ear tips.

His ears then went flat on his head. Fear gripped his body and refused to let him run. He knew he couldn’t escape this mare’s wrath. Hesitantly, he turned around, his little body quivering in terror and shame, hoping beyond hope that this mare knew mercy.

The mare kept her gaze on the crushed flowers, even as the tiny colt stared up at her, eyes pleading for mercy. She didn’t have any emotion on her face. “I was going to make a beautiful bouquet with those. Now it’ll take me a month to grow more.”

“I-I’m sorry,” the little colt whimpered in a quiet voice, hardly louder than a mouse squeak. There was a moment of pause…nothing happened…until the mare turned her eyes down, and gazed upon the pitiful foal. Her face screwed in disgust.

“Do you know what I do with little colts who ruin things I work hard for?” she asked in her same, cruel tone. She paused for a few seconds, just watching him quiver in fear “I punish them.”

The colt began to shy away, his quivering little body only barely keeping him up as he knelt down. “P-Please don’t hurt me…”

Mrs. Mash narrowed her eyes and paused yet again, just staring the colt down, drinking in his pathetic state. She almost let her lips pull into an evil smirk and show how much she enjoyed this. What she did do, however, was let her head lower, moving down so that she was now eye level with the colt, her muzzle just inches away from his.

The colt just whimpered a little bit when her nose came so close. Now, on top of his raw fear for the mare who’s shadow he stood in, he felt embarrassment swell up in his cheeks, feeling uncomfortable with his face being so close to another pony’s face, let alone a beautiful mare. His cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink as he looked deep into her eyes. A thousand dirty thoughts suddenly ran through his mind without him thinking about it, remembering everything his older brother said about girls…it didn’t comfort his little colt mind.

And Mrs. Mash knew it. She let herself grin in deep amusement, knowing just how flustered she managed to make him feel just by hovering close to him. And she knew how the look on her face right now taunted him so. Her little pink tongue poked out from between her lips and slowly slid its way along the edges of her mouth, licking her supple lips in delicious anticipation.

“B-Be gentle,” the colt whimpered, now accepting the fate that would be forced upon him.

A little giggle crept out of the mare’s throat, tormenting the little boy. She finally decided to stop toying with her prey, and enjoy herself. She reached over slowly and gently pressed it into the back of his head, making him scoot forward just a little bit, their noses now only an inch apart. Then, she parted her lips slowly, showing off the smooth surface along the edge of her mouth, only to give way to her tongue once more, which slid out slowly to display the soft muscle that could be rubbing, caressing, and finally licking every inch of his virgin body.

The boy shuddered at the sight, feeling that heavy weight in his belly grow heavier. His lips moved on their own, parting just a little, somehow…craving touch…craving the touch of her lips…

The mother hummed deeply in approval as her mouth opened slowly wider and wider…he could see the inside of her mouth now…her broad tongue tucked between her teeth…the soft throat just beyond…in fact…he got a really good look at it…he had never seen someone’s throat so closely before….or felt so much heat around his face with each heavy breath. He felt that warm tongue lick his own lips, giving him a little taste of that feeling he desired so much…clouding his mind as the wide appendage licked his chin…and his neck…as his cheeks grew more and more damp…

His nose suddenly touched something wet, and incredibly warm. In fact, his entire face felt wet and warm, comfortably warm, albeit. He slowly began to realize what was happening all around him as he saw that throat open up and he felt his head slide along that soft bed of tongue. The mare’s mouth had completely surrounded his little head…and her lips sealed up around his little neck.

The boy cried out immediately in panic, his weak legs trying desperately to pull himself out of her hot maw as he was pulled in “I-I’m sorry!” he cried out, but his voice was too muffled, and the mare could barely hear the poor colt…her poor little prey.

His muzzle felt tight flesh clench around it as it entered Mrs. Mash’s throat, already feeling the contractions tug at his muzzle and tease him in, the throat muscles alone strong enough to over power him. He felt that broad tongue creep along his chest as another inch of his muzzle felt the embrace of her throat.

The poor colt suddenly heard a loud moaning fill his ears, the low, utterly satisfied voice, unavoidable and huge in his mind, his whole world now saturated with this mare. Tight contractions all around his head suddenly pulled hard against him, forcing his muzzle to travel deep into the depths of the throat in front of him, which gave way to the rest of his head as he slowly began to descend down.

Her warm lips were now around the colt’s chest, the change in sensation only reminding him of his own heart beat, and how hard it was pounding in his chest right now, especially as that long tongue slithered up and down his sensitive belly, each inch it traveled downwards, the closer it got to his more sensitive parts, a thought that sent his heart right into his throat…and his head a little more down hers.

He started losing track of where he was now. His entire head and neck was squeezed so tightly between the thick folds of flesh, constantly being eased down lower and lower as those warm lips traveled down his body, feeling his belly slip in and get warmed up just as his head and chest had been.

He was quivering so much, nearly vibrating in Mrs. Mash’s throat, his voice now reduced to a petty whimper, completely muted by the thick wall of flesh that separated him from the outside. He could hardly think now, as the pressure built up all around him. Especially around his head, as if he had entered yet another section of flesh that was tighter still. It was maddeningly hot, and his cognitive ability was nearly gone now, with all the sensation that teased and toyed with him. He was only barely aware when a new sound overwhelmed his ears and saturated his mind. The loud, quick pace of the mare’s heartbeat pounded in his head, apparently as excited as his heart was pumping. The steady drum calmed him down a little…at least turning some of his panic into excitement, making his little tail wag back and forth. He heard the low chuckle erupt around him, her voice still somehow as clear as ever, and still as teasing, showing his predator’s amusement for his limited excited actions. If it was possible to see, he would have blushed once again in the darkness.

Then, the little colt felt those soft lips slide over his more sensitive area, only teasingly brushing past as they made their way down his legs, making him whine out in disappointment.

His little body crept down the slimy tunnel, pulled along each passing moment as what was left of him was slowly claimed. At this point, he almost wished she would swallow him up faster, to completely claim him as her own. He savored each rub and caress her humid insides teased him with, and just a few seconds later, he felt himself slow…

His entire body, save for his rear hooves, which lay on her curling tongue, was completely engulfed in the hot, pillowy walls that made up Mrs. Mash’s throat. He could feel a hoof press up through the flesh, and gently rub his body, as if it was one last, reassuring gesture before he would take the final plunge into her body, and into her stomach. He wiggled his little body just a little bit, feeling the walls gently bend and stretch around him.

Another slow moan echoed out all around him, filling his ears with her deep, sexy voice enjoying his body. Then…with a little tilt of her head…and a gentle push from her soft tongue….

“Gllck~”

He felt his entire body move down, down into her depths, every inch of him sliding along her insides, caressed and squeezed the entire way, until he was finally deposited into a larger, looser chamber within her body…the air was thick and almost musky…but the walls were soft and forgivingly comfortable. He felt his body finally relax inside of the mare’s lovely stomach, and he let out a little sigh of relief.

A little flutter if panic set in once he had settled in. Now that he was inside, he was trapped, doomed to face whatever happened next…but he almost felt relieved and excited that he was now completely within the confines of the larger mare, that she had consumed his body in its entirety. He felt like nothing existed outside of his little prison, except for his predator, and anything that did exist was irrelevant now. He felt like nothing else would ever bother him again in the tiny world he was now left in…

//…

Mash gasped loudly once her throat was open once again. The last of her prey finally disappearing from her throat and into the big pregnant looking bulge in her middle. With a happy little sigh, she relaxed her shoulders and sat down on her dirt stained couch. She loved the warm, full feeling this gave her, and as she rubbed her hoof along the big round dome of her soft belly, she savored the feeling, deeply and thoroughly enjoying it. She let out a little burp suddenly, pausing for a moment before giggling to herself.

“Mahm, I think the cookies are rea-” Button walked into the room and, upon seeing his mother, stopped in his tracks. The two looked at one another for a few moments, each one with an awkward expression on his face.

After a few seconds of staring, his face scrunched up in frustration and he growled. “Mahm! Stop eating all my friends!”

// Official ending

Mrs. Mash shuffled her way into the kitchen, that early morning, grumbling as she slunked to the coffee machine to start it up. For a few minutes she just stared into the pot and watched little droplets of coffee pour into its transparent walls. Her mind began to drift a little as she waited, zoning out completely.

A grumbling shook her out of her trance. Not a pony grumble, but her stomach, hungry and pining for attention. The mare grinned and rubbed a hoof along her now flat belly.

“Aw, gone so soon?” she mumbled with a tired smirk “Oh, poo…Now I have to feed my tum something else~”

She then went on with the rest of her morning, getting used to the small amount of weight added to her already curvy figure, and once or twice admiring the larger butt she now had. She didn’t want to work it off quite yet this time. Perhaps she’d go into town just to watch heads turn for her…or even find another cute stallion who’d fall for her delicious butt~

Ende

// Alt ending ( for you softer folks ewe )

“Good bye now,” Mrs. Mash chirpped happily, waving politely “get home safely now!”

The colt waved back nervously as he walked away from Button’s house. He was no worse for ware, but despite the bath Button’s mother was kind enough to give him, he still felt slimy and hot.

He smiled awkwardly as the door closed slowly and he was left outside in the warm afternoon. He still wasn’t sure if what happened was actually real, and he was pretty sure that even if it wasn’t, he’d still be traumatized for a good long time.

Still…at least he could tell everyone that he technically came inside Button’s mom. He grinned widely at the thought.

Fin