Fluttershy looked on with pure terror in her eyes. The stallion above her had his hoof on her chest and a malicious smile on his face.
"Sorry, Mom," said the stallion sarcastically. Fluttershy couldn't believe what was going on. This wasn't some stranger, this was her son, and he was about to kill her.
"P-p-please," she pleaded through the tears in her eyes, she couldn't stop crying. The situation that she was in was horrible.
"I-I-I'm sorry Shywing, I d-didn't m-m-mean to-to hurt y-you." She could hardly speak, the tears that were flooding through her eyes wouldn't allow it. Shywing had a crimson red mane, and a golden coat with no shine to it. He had grey eyes that seemed almost lifeless, they held no depth to them. His eyes seemed to hold nothing, no regret, no remorse, no emotion. Nor did he have a cutie mark, which was never heard of, ponies always received their cutie mark before they left school, and he was a fully grown stallion.
"Do you really think that I would do this because of something as simple minded as that?" he said calmly. "No, I'm doing this because it is the will of my mother."
"But I-I thought t-t-that I-I was your M-m-mom," Fluttershy managed to say through her crying. She was met with a hoof hitting her hard on the side of her face.
"Shut up, you little liar," he snapped a deep and sinister sounding voice. "You know... You always knew that I was never your son." He began to push his hoof down and add pressure to her chest.
"B-b-but S-s-s-shywing, P-please," Fluttershy whispered, she could no longer beg, or plead, or struggle, the physical and emotional pain was too much for her. Shywing slapped her again with his hoof, then, he shifted all of his weight to his hoof that was on Fluttershy's chest. This caused Fluttershy's eyes to widen, and her breathing to become even more quick and shallow.
"One more thing. My name is not Shywing anymore, I am Prince Slyfang." Fluttershy Cringed at her son's new name, it wasn't him doing this. He had changed, it was not her son, there was no way that he would do this. She kept telling herself that it was not Shywing, the colt that she had raised almost from birth, the one who she had taught to walk, go to school, and care about others. This wasn't Shywing, no matter how much he looked like her son, Fluttershy refused to believe that her son could ever do anything like this to anypony, much less her.
Fluttershy realised that her time was running out, she had time to say one more thing before the last of her air was gone. Her vision started to fade, and flickered, before it was over, she managed one word.
"Please," she cried, her voice barely audible. As Fluttershy's vision faded into nothingness, the last thing she saw was her son's smiling face. There was something in his eyes though, not anger, hatred, or fear, but regret at what he had just done.
"Mom!" cried the young voice of a colt. "Mom" it repeated. Fluttershy knew that voice. Shywing continued to say "Mom!", becoming a little louder each time. Fluttershy's dream had scared her a little, so she continued to curl away from her son's voice.
"Mom, are you okay?" Fluttershy realised that she was being foolish, It was her son talking, not that Slyfang that was in her dream. Fluttershy opened her eyes to see a pair of worried looking grey eyes looking back at her. She smiled and hugged her son, happy to see that it was all some terrible nightmare.
"Are you okay mom? You looked like you were having a really terrible dream," said the worried colt.
"Oh, yes," said Fluttershy in a voice that barely registered above a whisper.
"But it is much better now that you are here," said Fluttershy while nuzzling the shy colt. Shywing was about as shy as his mom was, and had no cutie mark with a bright red mane and golden-yellow coat with grey eyes that held concern for those around him, especially his mother.
"I know that its a little early in the morning, Mom, but Rainbow Dash wanted to give me and Scootaloo flying lessons today, is that okay, Mom?" asked the shy colt.
"Of course," said Fluttershy, hugging her son one last time before he left for the day.