Hot Button Beach Day

Chapter 1: Hot Sand

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Sometimes, the best things in life are wholly unexpected.

Button Mash reclined on his waterbed, playing Devil Mare Cry 4. The teenaged colt stared animatedly at the large HDTV screen, cheering as he dodged monster attacks and struck back with his own. His confident fingers scrambled like scorpions as they swung the sticks and mashed the buttons in the myriad intricate ways that released spectacular combos, sending monsters flying by the dozen with his sword. “Whoo, yeah! Take this,” he yelled, unleashing a potent barrage into the boss monster. “Gotcha! How do you like – Whoa!” Button narrowly avoided being obliterated by his foe’s gigantic, flaming sword by inches. He rolled out of the way in just the nick of time. The fight was desperate, but Button dodged every blow and countered with several of his own. At long last, he dodged one final lunge and struck back at his demonic enemy with a vicious final blow. The cutscene played.

Button pumped his forearms, controller still firmly grasped, his face a manic smile. “YEESSS! YES! FUCK YEAH!! I got you; I totally just kicked your ass, got perfect style, and you didn't even hit me once! Whoo! I am officially declaring myself the king of ten millennium old demon ass!” He threw himself down on the cotton sheets, looking at the whitewashed walls and ceiling coated in video game posters. Rapid footsteps outside neared the door, but the colt couldn't hear them over the sounds of his victory. The colt read the level score. He’d aced it – time, money, style, all S-ranked. Here he was at the peak of his glory; all he had to do now was play one last level and kill the big bad. Then, sweet final victory would be his. He moved the selector down to ‘next level’.

THWACK! A seething mare kicked open the bedroom door SWAT style. The started colt dropped the controller and snapped round to look at her. “Button, what did I tell you!?”

His smile vanished like a cockroach under a spotlight. “No swearing, mom?”

The mare groaned and stamped across the cheap, light grey, carpet towards him. “Yes, there’s that, but there’re two other things I’m talking about.” Her tone was very strained but controlled, like the sort of voice that a nurse would use near the end of a twenty-four hour shift while reminding an energetic colt for the umpteenth time that if he kept on moving, then his IV’s would only hurt even more.

His ears drooped. “Don’t get anymore noise complaints because of video games?”

“That too.” The mare, named Milano, fixed him with a hard stare. “What did we agree you wouldn't do this summer, Button?”

“Ah... Um, eat a pint of ice cream in one sitting?” He shuffled uncomfortably towards the edge of the bed.

Milano glared and snorted. “What did you promise me that you would do this summer?”

The petrified colt’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh…” Button softly murmured. “You mean that I told you I’d go outside and not spend all my time in my room playing video games, mom?”

“Yes, exactly,” his mother replied, circling him like a shark. Her son gulped, visibly afraid. He hurriedly saved his game before she could do anything. “And you know what, Button? I’m calling you out on those words.”

He gulped. “You mean – ”

“I do,” she snapped. “Go outside and find something to do.”

He looked at her, pleading, “But, mom, there’s nothing to do outside.”

“You’re seventeen; you’ll find something,” she retorted, switching off the console and television more forcefully than necessary before sitting down on the bed next to him. The screen shrank to a single white spot, and then went blank completely. Button shied away and opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off with a gesture. “I’m not asking for a lot; just keep out of the house until sunset. There’s the Ever Free Forest, there’s the park, there’s the movie theater, there’s the beach.” Milano gave her son a wink and nudged him. “I bet it’s chock full of pretty mares. Maybe some of them are in heat, and’d be more than happy to help you enjoy yourself. There's the bordello down on West Destrier...”

“M-Mom!” He blushed.

“Just do it, okay, Go out and have fun while you’re young. Besides, who knows? Maybe you’ll find something even more fun than video games…”

Button gave in to the inevitable. “Okay, mom, I’ll go.” He rose and turned out left into the hall. He and his mother lived together, the only two occupants of an unremarkable economy apartment. The interior was unremarkable, with the usual dull decor; whitewashed walls and rough, grey, carpeting everywhere, save the flimsy linoleum kitchen, held in by shoddily-placed nails that scraped on shuffling tenants. The Mashes had tried to spice things up; diverse flowers adorned several tables, there was an imitation Chechneyan tablecloth, and there were many little knick-knacks scattered around, ranging from parasprite figurines, to a mat just inside the door that had the words, ‘home sweet home’ embroidered on it in big, bright, colorful, cheerful letters. The floor plan was relatively open, with a sort of big central square living room combined with a kitchen, dining room, atrium, and office. The bedrooms, bathroom, and laundry room were all down short little halls. Button stepped into the laundry room, his feet clapping on the bare concrete. A lone, dusty, halogen bulb hung from the ceiling by a pair of insulated wires. The colt walked up to the wooden drying rack in the corner. He grabbed his now somewhat visibly too tight white swim trunks, a big, pale, blue beach towel, and put on the shorts. He wrapped the towel around his head like an Afghneighn turban, replacing his trademark propeller beanie. Just before he stepped out the door, he asked, “Mom, which way’s the beach, again?”

“It’s to the left, sweetie. Just follow the road until you see two large hills. It's beyond those hills. You got your sunblock?”

“Yes, mom,” answered Button

“And your cell phone?”

“Yes, mom,” he said less animatedly.

“And condoms?”

His ears perked up. “Mom!”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” she giggled.

Shaking his head, he turned away. “I’m leaving. Bye, mom.”

Milano reflexively waved. “Seeya later, Button. Love ya.”

“Love you too, mom.” Ka-thud.

“And don’t slam the door!”

“Sorry!”

The walk to the beach was not difficult, but it was long and sweaty for the normally sedentary colt. It was a glorious day, so even though he initially was shuffling along resentfully, he soon was trotting with a smile on his face and his head held high. His mother was right; he ought to enjoy the simple things more. A nice swim in the ocean was the perfect thing for the hot summer afternoon. The prospect of seeing some shapely mares didn't sound too bad, either. He could already imagine them now, erotic curves and beautiful flesh shaped to perfection. Their lithe, young, sexy, bodies wrapped in those tight swimsuits. Their coats got so delightfully slick in the water, while others would splay out tantalizingly in the sun with just a few strips of cloth covering their sensual places. And perhaps one would take a liking to him. Maybe he’d get a kiss, or even get to hug her almost nude body and feel her form press against his. Maybe they’d do even more… Nah, it’d turn out like it always did, with him awkwardly admiring them and being blown off.

Button Mash cleared the gap between the two hills and found himself at the top of a sheer limestone cliff that boxed in and overlooked a sheltered black sand beach with plenty of dunes, surf, and a few buildings. He saw many specks down below. They had to be ponies, because some of them were moving, and a couple of them even took flight. The beach was all too crowded for his taste, save for an empty plot on the right that disappeared beyond the cliff, secluded by a huge sand dune with a brown stone bungalow on it. The bright sunlight reflected brilliantly off the flat, tin roof. Button looked down and swayed a bit, feeling the vertigo swirl in his stomach. After a few seconds’ pause to take in the view and catch his breath, he began down the stairs carved into the sparkling cliff face. Sickly, pale green lichens clung to the steps, almost giving the impression that a particularly esoteric and diligent artist had painted a massive nature mural on the whole thing. Green mosses were in the cracks and the rise of each step. They crunched slightly as the colt’s feet scraped and crushed them. Some grass from the meadows above dared to descend from the plateau and into the scorching hot pit. Heat mirages shimmered like ghostly water. A few intrepid vines grew withered on the faces of the cliffs. Seabirds inhabited precariously perched nests on and in the cliffs, and Button observed them going in and out in great numbers. Their cries filled the air. He was grateful for the desiccated wooden rail on the stairs, and he never stopped looking at the nearest cliff wall, terrified he was of being so close to such a long fall.

He was relieved to finally reach the beach. The sand crunched with the faint hint of a hiss with every step he took. His feet sank in between the fine grains, making walking slower and more taxing. As expected, the scorching beach was crawling with ponies, most of whom he didn't recognize. They were almost all mares by and large, with only a few, sparse stallions crowded in among them. It seemed strange to Button that the beach was so crowded; it was hardly famous, and it was not all that close to any major population centers. He saw some couples and some groups being very physically affectionate, making him look away with burning cheeks. It was not long before he’d clambered over the sand dune and found himself a nice private place to sunbathe and swim. The colt kept his feet in the delightfully cool wet sand, which did not let him sink so deeply. The short waves of the spring neap tide pulsed in and out, running around his ankles and feet. It tickled slightly to feel the sand swept away from under him with the receding waters. Beaming widely, he took a deep breath and released it slowly as he savoured the scent and taste of the salty seaside air. The gentle rhythmic crashes of the breakers drowned out all other sounds. Seagulls flew overhead. And this glorious vista was all his! He took off along the narrow beach, sprinting further to find the absolute best spot in his kingdom. He took only a few dozen strides, went around a stumpy outcropping, and then stopped in his tracks. He tried to form words or look away, but was spellbound mute and stiff. He dropped everything to the ground with a soft fwump.

Two mares in bathing suits stared awkwardly at him. He had burst in on them just as things were getting very intimate. The magenta one in a one piece was on top, and the white one in the bikini was on the bottom, the latter twisting away and crossing her arms in front her chest. He recognized them as Cheerilee and Vinyl Scratch, respectively.

Cheerilee slowly withdrew her hand from the crotch of Vinyl’s yellow bikini, with a faint sheen of some substance coating it. Cheerilee gave him an uncertain look. Her eyebrows were raised just slightly, and the corners of her mouth pointed down. Vinyl stared daggers at him. Her ears were flattened against her head and some teeth were bared. Button glanced from mare to mare. He wanted to disappear. The thought struck him that this would have been extremely sexy if it were not so ungodly awkward. His dry mouth fought against his desire to create words, until he said in a voice just barely louder than a whisper, “Sorry, ladies. I’ll be… going now…” Just as he began to turn around, he heard a familiar, warm voice like zap apple jam.

“It’s okay.” He spun round to see Cheerilee beckoning to an empty spot on one of three towels they were encamped on, all of which were firmly placed in the shadow of the overgrown limestone cliff. She patted it twice. “Have a seat, Button.”

Button stood there, paralyzed. “Well,” began the topless Vinyl Scratch, turning her head to face him, “don’t just stand there! Come on!” Her distinctive spiky, violently blue mane, had some grains of sand stuck in it, presumably trapped by the copious amounts of gel needed to style it. Reluctantly, he complied. He approached the pair awkwardly as he blushed and averted his gaze at every turn. He took a wide path around them, which resulted in him getting his legs wet. It was noticeably cooler in the double shade of cliff and outcrop. The teenager sat on the towel and looked at them. Silence.

“So, what’s up with you two?”

The white unicorn spat, “We were just getting to the good part when you walked in on us!”

The brown earth pony fiddled with him mane and looked down meekly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to – I didn’t know you guys were back here. I couldn’t see you, and I didn’t hear anypony, so I just sorta assumed that it was all clear.” His eyes shifted uneasily, looking for a way out, though Vinyl’s exposed breasts, and Cheerilee’s pronounced hourglass curves and magnificent bust drew in his gaze like a moth to a lantern.

Vinyl Scratch momentarily stopped covering her breasts and gave Button a brief peek before she slipped back on her bikini top and replied, “Seriously, Button, don’t go running around private spots at this time of the year.”

The other mare, who was on the far side of Vinyl Scratch, sat up before talking. “It’s not your fault, Button,” Cheerilee soothed as she adjusted the shoulder strap on her strawberry red one piece. “It’s not like we did a good job of telling ponies to stay away.” Vinyl sneered.

“Because you get turned on thinking about who might be watching or who might see,” teased the white mare.

“Shut up,” countered the magenta mare with a faint blush.

“Hey, it was your idea to send Derpy to fetch ice cream so you could see if you could get me off before she got back.” Cheerilee opened her mouth silently and made a shocked face, but said nothing.

“And speaking of Derpy, where is she? She should be back any second now.”

Button scanned the blue skies, looking for an unsteady pegasus mare. The complete absence of cloud cover made his task much easier. After a few seconds, he saw one that matched the description. “I see her.”

The shape that was Derpy hurtled towards them, suspending a small pouch from its neck. “Look out below!” Derpy shouted, just as she made an undignified crash landing. They quickly pulled her out, and grateful for the distraction, immediately got started on the ice cream. She’d bought several quarts, but nopony was complaining. She settled on Button’s towel, sandwiching him between herself and Vinyl. They soon had a pleasant conversation going. Button Mash had already known both Derpy Hooves and Cheerilee for years. They’d been close friends of his since halcyon days long past. Cheerilee had been his teacher all throughout his school days. He’d harbored quite the crush on her He knew Vinyl Scratch, but nowhere near as well, nor for anywhere near as long.

As they ate, the conversation gradually shifted away from being amicably innocent to dripping with erotic subtext. It started with a bit of probing the teenaged colt about whether or not he had a special somepony. From there, it escalated verbally at first, but then Vinyl claimed that she accidentally spilled some ice cream on her top. A big glob and several little streaks of partially melted vanilla ice cream stained her breasts and bikini white. She got a peculiar look on her face and flashed a smile at Button. “Hey, kid, can you gimme a hand?”

He’d been preoccupied with chatting to Derpy. He turned to look at her. “Sure. What is it?”

She leaned forwards deliberately and stroked her chest. “I got some ice cream on me. Could you help get it off?”

“Wh-what?” Button sputtered, spilling some of his own ice cream on himself. The mares jovially chuckled at him. He looked around, blushing furiously and shaking his head from side to side. Vinyl got up and walked over to him.

She bent down over him and smiled. “Here, let me help you with that,” she said and licked her lips. The shy colt sat stock still, blushing furiously as she extended a hand towards him. Her face came so close to his, he could see every shade in her red eyes.

“Vinyl, what are you doing?”

“Shhush,” she whispered softly. “Chill out, close your eyes, and you will get a nice surprise.” He shut his eyes, surrendering himself to her. He waited for Vinyl’s surprise, but felt only warm sun. Some unintelligible whispering met his ears. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his upper arm and yanked him into a standing position. “To the moon!” Button’s eyes flew open just in time to see the white mare drag him towards the water, pick him up, and then hurl him bodily into the blue.

Button belly flopped into the water. When he resurfaced, he was shocked and bemused. That lasted for all of three seconds, when something grabbed him from behind. He thrashed and almost panicked, until he felt two soft things press up against his back, and one brush against the inside of his thigh. “Gotcha,” teased a familiar voice. He looked to his left and saw Cheerilee grinning over his shoulder. He met her smile and laughed.

“Incoming mortar!” Button ducked, just in time to see a blur sail just over his head. SPLASH!

Button wheeled around and glared at the resurfacing mare. “Miss Hooves, don’t do that!”

“Whoops. My bad. I thought I had more room.” The earth ponies shook their heads.

Button noticed that they were short one brash mare. “Oi! Over here,” called the mare in question. The trio turned to see Vinyl Scratch dashing right towards them with a manic smile. “Catch me!” Vinyl challenged as she took one last long stride and then leapt into the air.

Being a wise mare of many years, and an educator, respectively, Derpy and Cheerilee leapt for their lives. However, Button, being a tender colt faced with an attractive mare literally throwing herself at him, was paralyzed with indecision. He could almost – nope. The flying mare glomped him. They tumbled together beneath the waves.

Button felt a warm body press and wrap around his own. He tried to move his limbs, but found that the mare coiled around him had them all firmly locked down. He opened his eyes. The salt water stung his eyes slightly. He screwed them up, but they flew open when he felt something press up against his lips. Vinyl Scratch’s face was close to his – closer than any mare’s had ever been. Was she kissing him? Was this what a kiss felt like? It was his first. It felt nice, even considering the circumstances. The burning in his lungs didn’t help. Bubbles floated out and rose from his mouth, breaking the novel contact for a few moments.

The unicorn redoubled her efforts and released his arms before throwing hers around his neck to pull him in for another, deeper kiss. Her tongue teased at his lips. He opened them without thinking, only to be met with a surge of air into his mouth. Tentatively, the teen pushed back against her to return the kiss. It lasted just a few happy, confusing seconds before she pushed him away to resurface. He followed her, with his lungs feeling like they were on fire. The sight of her tight plot wiggling in her yellow bikini, and shapely legs sped him upwards.

He breached the surface and inhaled deeply. He lost control as he drank all the air he could suck. He could hardly breathe; surely he’d drown. The colt struggled to stay afloat. He was just about to slip beneath he waves when a warm pair of limbs found their way around his waist and his head found rest on something grey, warm, and soft, covered in blue fabric. “Thanks,” he said sincerely.

“Oh, no problem, Button,” said his rescuer. He blindly put his hand next to his head. He felt something very different; it definitely wasn’t fabric, but it smelled nice and he instinctively liked it.

Realization flashed across his face. “S-s-sorry, Miss Hooves – I didn’t – ”

To his surprise, Derpy only gently placed her hand on his and calmly said, “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” He heard a heartbeat that sped up when he gently brushed the mare’s chest. Button then realized that his muzzle was in Derpy’s cleavage. His face instantly turned very very crimson, and he awkwardly pushed off without a word the moment he caught his breath.

After the initial awkwardness was over, with Button recently having kissed, fondled, and groped all three mares in very quick succession, the four of them ultimately had a nice swimming session. They had splash fights. They played catch, horsed around, and had a great time. Before long, Button Mash and Vinyl Scratch were getting along famously. This was all normal beach day stuff for the colt, only he usually just went with his friends, his mother, or by himself; never did he enjoy the company of mares, unless they were either family members or family friends. The latter applied to Derpy, and sometimes to Cheerilee. But Vinyl was a whole new kind of mare for Button; she was in his company voluntarily, completely without any sort of vicarious connection to him apart from Cheerilee. However, what really made her unique was the sheer vivacity with which she and him interacted. It was genuine affinity and dare he say a bit of attraction.

However, something about the whole thing seemed odd to Button. Derpy, and him were longtime friends, but she was behaving differently than they ever had in the past. While they’d never outright avoided physical contact, she certainly had not been delighting in and seeking it like they were now. Even Cheerilee, who was hardly stingy with touch, had seldom before been so affectionate. There were lots of little hugs, brushes, looks, winks, smiles, and other gestures they seldom gave, not that he was complaining; they felt nice and they certainly did not mind. Over the next few hours in the water, there were several more embraces, kisses, and gropes. The mares at first had to initiate all of them, but Button soon got the message and gave as good as he got. Vinyl and Cheerilee went at each other aggressively, shamelessly kissing and fondling each other, occasionally catching up him and Derpy in their antics. Button realized that he wasn’t at all missing his games in the least whatsoever.

Eventually, they were all nice and worn out. Several hours later, the weary but happy friends dragged themselves from the sea and hauled their waterlogged bodies over to their towels, whereupon they collapsed. The sun had finally lowered and cooled, but it was not yet sunset. Button found himself next to Cheerilee and Vinyl Scratch. After a few minutes of silence, began drying off. The colt took his towel and began to dry the magenta mare’s mane. She exhaled softly and rubbed her head against the towel like an overgrown kitten in a blanket. Vinyl split her focus between her lover and her toy, alternating between the colt and the mare. Cheerilee lay down on her stomach while the two ponies rubbed down her back. Vinyl got the upper body and instructed Button to go lower.

At first, he was hesitant, but soon the colt was rubbing her legs down like a pro. They weren’t toned like Vinyl’s or slim like Derpy’s, but they really were something to look at, especially with the fur slick on her thighs and around her plot. Cheerilee wasn’t the most slender of mares, but she had fine hips with a distinct curve from a narrow waist. Her round ass swayed gently to and fro as she hummed contentedly from the impromptu tag team massage. The red fabric of her one piece stretched tightly over the cheeks and temptingly covered her nethers. The colt refrained from touching it though he could not help but stare, imagining lewd things going on between those curvaceous hips and thighs – how much he’d like to lie between those erotic parts, united most intimately…

“What’s wrong, Button?” Cheerilee purred. Button jumped, snapped from his reverie. “My hips aren't going to dry themselves.” The teacher wriggled them at him, causing the poor colt to turn scarlet yet again. He felt a pressure between his loins begin to press against his trunks.

“Do it, filly,” urged Vinyl. The colt did. Again, he was careful at first, almost as if he were polishing a sacred relic. However, at Cheerilee’s urging, he soon began to press harder and rub more rapidly. The mare purred and shook her hips more, beckoning the colt. He felt his inhibitions melt away, replaced with the fascination of new experience, and more than a little bit of excitement from doing something so scandalous. His pupils dilated as he became engrossed in the task. His cheeks flushed a gentle pink, and there was a definite tent in his trunks. He wanted to simply continue drying his teacher – he wanted to keep touching her.

“Mmmhmm, Button, have you ever done this before?”

“No, Cheerilee.”

She smiled. “You’re pretty good.”

“Thanks…?” Everypony was properly dried before long. They sat together chatting for a while, all bundled up in a sort of pile. Button thought that their wet, slick manes looked alluring, especially when they gave him certain looks. They watched the sun sink lower and lower in the sky as they soaked up its rays.

Vinyl Scratch gave a great yawn and declared, “‘Scuse me while I get outta this thing.” Then, in full view of everypony, she took off her bikini top, exposing small, perky breasts, sighing with relief. “Finally, that damn thing’s off me.” When she saw Button watching, she leaned back and stuck out her chest. Cheerilee lay on her side, displaying her shapely hips while giving him a good look down her top at her buxom breasts. Okay, something was definitely going on, and he had to know.

Confused, Button looked at Derpy and asked, “What’s up with you three? You’ve all been acting weird. What are you three doing here, exactly? Why are you being so um… cuddly?”

“Oh, we’re just all in heat, so we figured we’d find a quiet spot to ride it out.” Button froze. His eye dilated, ears perked up, and fur stood on end. At last, it all made sense! Oh how ironic! He had three sexy mares all on the verge of being raring to go, but this wasn’t what he had in mind. He’d rather that they weren’t from his foalhood, and that they were closer to his own age. And them not being completely sex mad would’ve been a plus. Regardless, he appreciated his luck.

“You mean that you’re in estrous right now?”

“Duh,” said Vinyl sarcastically, cocking her head. “What, do you live in a cave?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Video games.”

The DJ snorted, “Do you like play them all the time?” Cheerilee gave Derpy a meaningful look. The pegasus nodded.

“Well, um, not all the time.”

“Ha! I bet you’re sleeping or clopping when you aren’t.”

Button did a double take. “C-come on, Vinyl. I do more than that.”

“Sure you do...” Vinyl trailed off. She first looked Cheerilee, and then Derpy, in the eye. They exchanged glances and Derpy got up and started to deliberately approach Button.

Button Mash stood transfixed. He could only watch as Derpy Hooves walked closer to him, her hips sashaying deliciously and deliberately under her dark blue swimsuit, which accentuated every erotic detail of her feminine body. “So you’ve never been with a mare before, Button?” Derpy asked with false innocence. Cheerilee and Vinyl looked at him expectantly.

The teenage colt blushed, ruffling his mane nervously. “Y-yeah…” The mare was almost upon him. Damn, he was hard. He had to get out of here; sure, it was great that a mare was coming onto him, and Derpy was pretty attractive – she wasn’t too bad of an option for if he were going to lose his virginity.

Derpy looked in his direction. “You wanna do it?” Her askew eyes, slightly blithe expression, and youthful voice contrasted disarmingly with her sexiness.

The reality of his situation dawned on him. “Hell yeah, but Miss Hooves, I don’t think it’s such a hot idea,” he replied, backpedaling. His feet sank into the sand.

“Oh? Why not?” She pouted as she followed him. The others stayed behind. “Do you think I’m ugly?”

“N-no – not at all.” This was true. He blushed deeper as she started gaining on him with a hungry look in her eye. “It’s just that…”

“What?”

“Well, um, you see, Miss Hooves…” Button felt himself hit a wall. No escape.

The mare flashed a smile. “Call me Derpy. Miss Hooves sounds like we don’t know each other.”

“You see, Derpy, I’m a lot younger than you.”

“It’s not against the law; we’re both consenting adults here.” As much as the stallion didn’t want to admit that, she had a point.

He searched his reeling mind for another argument. To his chagrin, he had only one more proper one, and it was a very weak one. “Um, because we’ve known each other for a long time.” She was standing right in front of him, giving him a good look down her top at her large, luscious, breasts. He remembered feeling those earlier. It hadn’t been bad at all. In fact, he’d been quite content to just cuddle, but entering actual intercourse into the equation made things much more complicated.

Derpy giggled, “So you know and trust me. And who better to show you this stuff? C’mon, Button, I wouldn’t hurt you.” The mare threw an arm around him and hugged him energetically, allowing her wet bathing suit to rub up and down his bare upper body. Button felt himself get hard, and weirdness aside, he was liking the attention. Derpy’s hand rubbed by his bulge. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you,” she teased. Button realized that heat really did turn mares into sex fiends. Seriously, it was like being a porno.

He had one last rebuttal. “You’re in estrus – not thinking right.” Not even he bought that tripe.

Derpy sighed and put a hand on him. “Listen, Button. Being in heat doesn’t mean that I’ll just let any stallion mount me. It just makes us frisky, or we would've milked you dry by now. If you really don’t want me to, then I’ll stop.” She stopped and whispered, “And I always kind had a crush on you, and I know that you’ve had a thing for us for a long time.”

“You knew!?” His cheeks burned with shame.

“Button,” Derpy laughed, “it’s not like it was hard to see, but that’s not important now. I’m asking if you’d like to make both our fantasies come true; see what might’ve been. No matter what happens, no regrets. Okay?” Button finally relaxed properly and snaked an arm around her. His limb came to rest on her stomach, which he absentmindedly rubbed in a circular motion.

“Okay. So we’ll still be cool after this?”

The mare nodded and kissed him.“But do you really think I’m sexy?” She would’ve sounded innocent, if she weren’t seducing him. His bulge gave her all the confirmation she needed, but she wanted to hear him say it.

The poor colt blushed again. “Yeah, I do.” Silence reigned as they stood there, holding each other close as they leaned against the stone wall. They basked in the warmth of the sun and each other. “Sssoooo, are we gonna do it?” Button asked awkwardly.

“Sure thing. Follow me, silly.”

Button Mash froze. “You – you mean we’re going back there, where they can see us?” He sounded nervous.

She laughed, “Of course. Unless you wanna do it here on the ground.”

Button looked down and saw concrete, gravel, and stones. “Nah, I’ll pass.”

Derpy pecked him on the cheek. “Then let’s go!” She grabbed him by the hand and started so enthusiastically that she practically dragged him along. Before Button Mash even knew what was happening, he and Derpy were kneeling on a large beach towel, facing each other. Derpy was completely dry, but the tight fabric of the swimsuit showcased everything. Button lifted a hand and tentatively extended it towards the grey mare, but then froze.

“Hey, kid, you nervous?” Vinyl Scratch called.

“N-no,” shot back button, shaking his head. “Just…” he blushed and looked away. “I’ve never touched a real mare before.”

"Dude, buck up and just touch her already. You’ve already done it to all of us, like a lot, already."

"Vinyl!" Cheerilee hissed. "You aren't helping."

"Being in heat is a real bitch." replied the D.J.

Button cut in, "You're not making things any easier, guys."

Vinyl snapped, "Would you just hurry up and fuck her already!? I'm going crazy over here, waiting for you to get on with it."

Derpy remained quiet, but she had a peculiar expression on her face that suggested she was deep in thought. Cheerilee and Vinyl Scratch went back to bickering while Derpy slid herself closer Button. She leaned in and kissed him. Button felt her warm, soft, breath tickle his face while her lips and tongue played with his. He returned the kiss sloppily, showing his inexperience and nervousness. Button lifted his hand again and gave Derpy a look. She nodded and he touched her breast.

Intrigued, Button pressed harder into the soft orb. He felt the mare tense when he brushed the nipple. "You want me to take it off?" Derpy asked.

"Yeah, please." Derpy leaned back and pulled off the top part of her bathing suit. Bountiful breasts swung, freed from their prison.

Button gaped at the sight. "Oh, wow..." He breathed. "They're -- That -- Damn -- I've never seen anything like them."

The pegasus smiled. "I'm glad. You can touch me." Button did, and sure enough, they were even softer when it was just flesh on flesh with nothing in the way. He grinned like a foal. He groped her harder, eliciting little moans and squeaks. He blushed furiously the whole time. He shut his eyes, allowing the sensations of fondling the older mare's breasts to dominate his awareness. He smiled and looked up at her. "They're amazing, Derpy." He blushed deeper.

"You're so cute," squeed Derpy, drawing him into a hug and pulling his head into her cleavage. After struggling to breathe for a few seconds, Button Mash caught his breath and returned the hug, resting his head contentedly atop Derpy's breasts while she nestled him in the crook of her neck. They gently cradled and pet each other, each sighing happily. They stayed like that for a little while until they were rudely interrupted.

“Oi!” They recognized Vinyl Scratch’s distinct voice. “You two gonna fuck or not?” The sound of Cheerilee agitatedly tapping her foot overcame the momentary silence.

Button looked his mare in the eyes. “Shall we?”

“You want to?”

“Totally,” breathed Button, fondling Derpy’s nipples.

Derpy chucked. “Then let’s do it.” She scooted away from Button, pulled off her bottom, and spread her legs, exposing herself to him. He began to do the same, but felt an arm pull him down from behind. His back met the soft fabric of the warm towel, and the sand beneath conformed to his contours. Looking up, he saw the grinning face of Cheerilee. She leaned in close. He felt tingling electricity as her lips pressed against his. Another, unseen, pair of hands pulled at his trunks. They were discarded seconds later, cast off to wherever. Button felt the awkwardness of his stiff erection sticking right up for all to see.

He heard Vinyl’s voice. “Not bad, Button. I can’t wait to have you next. But before that…” She trailed off, her horn glowing. Seconds later, Button felt a tingling in his genitals.

He flinched.“Yow! What’ya do that for?” Button irately demanded

‘Hey, stud, do you wanna knock her up?” Vinyl’s red eyes looked into his.

He shook his head violently. “No.”

“Well, that’s what this spell’s for.” Button sat up straight.

Cheerilee elaborated, “It’s a safe sex spell; it prevents the transmission of venereal disease, as well as prevents conception. It even improves male stamina. It’s like a magic condom.” Everypony grinned at those silly last words.

The colt exhaled. “Oh. Why didn't we learn this in school?" He looked pointedly at Cheerilee.

"We did," she answered. You just don't remember it, because you were busy tapping your Joy Boy under the desk."

He turned to the white mare. "Thanks, Vinyl.”

She beamed lustily. “No prob. Just fuck me once you’re through with her.”

He nodded. “Sure, if I can.”

“Don’t worry; there’s a spell for that, too,” replied Vinyl scratch, clapping a hand on his thigh and stroking it.

Cheerilee kissed him and added, "That's just in case the Coolidge Effect doesn't cut it."

Vinyl looked between the two of them and huffed “Yeah, whatever that means... Now get ready!”

Cheerilee kissed him again, roughly this time, applying a lot of tongue and stroking his erection. He shivered. “Just relax – it’ll be great.” Her hand pressed on his chest. He caved to the pressure and reclined back, his head coming to rest on Vinyl's supple thighs. Derpy appeared at his side. He was completely still as he watched Cheerilee lower her head over his lap. Her lips parted, and the colt felt her warm, moist mouth engulf his erection.

He gasped, "Wow..." His body twitched involuntarily. He fondled Derpy's breasts, squeezing and toying with the nipples. The mare exhaled, moaning gently. Button smiled and began to more vigorously grope the buxom mare. Her responses intensified, even as Cheerilee picked up speed. Pleasur jangled up and down the virginal colt's spine. He pulled in Derpy close and sucked her tit. It was instinct; he wrapped his lips around it, suckled, and licked the nipple. Derpy moaned. Her sex-flushed body rocked and she threw her limbs around Vinyl and Button. In her mind clouded with desire and pleasure, the grey pegasus mare reached out ravished attention on Vinyl's petite bosoms, eliciting similar moans from Vinyl.

Vinyl Scratch patted Derpy's head, releasing a happy noise. Her other hand worked down to her own crotch. She was ready to go; her bikini bottom was soaked with the juices of her hot pussy. She rubbed herself vigorously. Button watched awestruck the lewd spectacle of the two mares going wild together, and that of Cheerilee sucking his dick. Her luscious lips felt so good around his rock hard shaft. She too brought down a hand and played with her swollen cunt. Her aroused moans added a new wave and dimension to the novel pleasure engulfing the colt's cock. He let own little grunts, moans, and noises. Cheerilee slurped his cock and gave it a long lip from base to tip. He tensed his eyes and let out a squeak. He almost came right then and there into his former teacher's hot, sucking, mouth. The mares giggled and Cheerilee backed off to let him bask in the erotic sensations.

Vinyl looked down at him. "R-r-u-rub Derpy be-between her legs, Do it where she's wet, so that way, she's all re-ready for you," she panted. Button cautiously slid his hand in between Derpy's thighs, where they joined the hips. He felt something wet and slitlike. He began to rub his hand through there, careful to avoid accidentally using his fingernails. The effect was immediate; Derpy squealed and trembled, rubbing herself off on him.

The four ponies were caught up in an orgy of mad passion. Button felt the sensation building in his dick, slowly reaching a boiling point. Every suck and stroke of Cheerilee's mouth made him squirm with delight. Every lick of her tongue caused him to cry out. The hot mouth, lips, and tongue covered his length in moisture and glided up and down. Vinyl leaned in for a kiss. She and Button groaned pleasure into each other's mouths. His free hand found its way to Cheerilee's head. He pushed her down, causing her to tense and him to gasp happily. Derpy rubbed herself on him even faster than before. They kissed urgently. Then his lips found purchase around a nipple. Vinyl's breathing -- no, all their breathing, was uneven and ragged. The white and grey mares kissed passionately, their bodies vibrating in near ecstasy. Everyone let out primal moans of carnal bliss.

Button released Derpy's nipple and groan, with his cock feeling on fire and fit to burst, "Cheerilee, I-I'ma gonna... cum!" She hummed and nodded. His cock twitched. She gave one last hard suck to Button's hard cock, and then it erupted. The colt's hips jerked up and down. "Ah, Cheerilee!" She went as fast and hard as she could, bobbing her head, licking all over, and sucking vigorously. Button's cracking voice let out a high-pitched cry of orgasm as he came into the voluptuous mare's mouth. Cheerilee took him in all the way, moaning loudly as her own orgasm hit her. Button Mash humped her mouth, firing thick shots of cum into the hungry maw. Vinyl scratch erupted into orgasm with a shake and a swear. Derpy Hooves came with a single peal of ecstasy. Her body lost control. A rush of liquid coated the colt's limb.

The ponies came hard together, Senses exploded in primal joy. Minds went blank from pleasure. Bodies writhed and lost control as cores clenched. Button's cock fired spurt after spurt into rapturous Cheerilee's mouth, everything incomparable pleasure. She greedily swallowed every drop of cum. All was lost in the bliss of sexual climax; pure bestial satisfaction overcame the group. They pushed, pulled, spasmed, and cried out for several beautiful, agonizing seconds.

Gradually, bodies calmed down and the climax came to an end, leaving a hot tangle of three mares and one stallion. "That... that was intense," panted Button Mash as he softened and Cheerilee's mouth released him. It them several moments to catch their breath. The experience felt like an hour, though it had only lasted five minutes, including recovery time.

Vinyl said, "I know. Now that you're not gonna nut in ten seconds flat, let's get on with the real show.?"

The colt, now stallion, blinked quizzically. "Real show? What was all that?"

'Foreplay," answered Cheerilee.

Derpy looked down at him plaintively with her huge eyes going every which way. "You're still hard and I really want to feel you inside me; I need you to fuck me." The stallion looked down and was startled to see that indeed, he was all ready to go again.

Vinyl cut in, "It's true, Button. When a mare's in heat, she won't be satisfied until a stallion gives her a big, sticky creampie and fills her cunt all the way." The other two mares nodded and assented.

Cheerilee kissed Button sensuously. She seductively whispered into his ear with a husky tone, "So, what do you say to that, Button? You got three mares all wound up here, just waiting for you to fuck them raw with your cock. We want you to fill our pussies; make us your mares." She emphasized that last word by grabbing between his legs. Vinyl Scratch shook her fantastic plot and crouched like she was inviting him to mount her. "Please, we need you. Don't leave us like this..." Derpy Hooves go onto her back and spread herself, exposing everything to Button Mash. It was like a scene from a ridiculous piece of erotica.

The pegasus rubbed herself and moaned, "Do it, Button. Fuck Derpy." He wordlessly nodded and stood up. The nervous colt approached the eager mare. He knelt between her thighs and grabbed her breasts. This was it, the moment of truth. Button Mash realized that he really was about to have sex with Derpy Hooves. Button took a few seconds to admire the beautiful mare below him. Her lithe legs wrapped around his back, pulling him into her embrace, his erection nearing her folds. They had one last shot nonverbal exchange of looks and nods. Then the colt pushed forwards. His cock brushed against something wet and warm. Contact!

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! How was that for a first chapter? Well, stick around, because there's more to cum! Tell me what you thought.

Thanks to Sayer for editing this chapter.

Wow, this got into Featured Box, and on the first chapter too. I am blown away! Expect this story to go on for a grand total of five chapters. Fun fact: even though the story is tagged as being anthro, I did not write it as such. That is the a result of the cover art being decieving.
Update: Edited on 9/6/2013 to make the characters properly anthro.

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