Chapter 5: No Regrets

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Cheerilee looked into Button’s eyes. This was it. They were going to do it. They were about to fuck. The stallion’s penis throbbed energetically. Button stiffened in the slight evening cool. He watched as Cheerilee stood bestride his hips and squatted. She slid her fingers into her aching pussy. The wet flesh squished lewdly as the nimble digits slipped inside without resistance. Cheerilee let out a husky sigh, rocking her fingers in and out of her soaked cunt.

The heat in their bodies was overpowering. Button ached to be inside Cheerilee, and Cheerilee ached to have something inside her. Vinyl and Derpy watched silently to let them have their moment. It had all built up to this. The stallion and mare intertwined fingers. She sank lower. He readied himself. Male and female met. Two became one. The one exhaled.

They stayed still with him balls deep in her, eyes locked together. Button sighed, running his hands over her soft thighs. Her gorgeous breasts hung in his sight. He kissed them delicately. He was the first to move, grinding his hips just a little, basking in the wondrous sensations of his lover’s exquisite pussy.

“I love you, Cheerilee…” Button sighed, hardly daring to believe this was true.

She looked down at him, hips sluggishly answering his. Her smile faltered. “Button…” Cheerilee leaned down and shook her head, but then kissed him, hard. His eyes first narrowed, but then flared before sparkling with a satisfied smile.

“So this is what it means to be an adult…”

“What?”

“Nevermind, Cheerilee. I’ll explain later.”

She giggled, “Don’t get uppity, whelp.” She shook her hips and grinned wickedly. “Are you going to fuck me, or am I going to have to do all the work?”

“Hag,” teased he, flicking her nipple. She shuddered. She drove herself hard down onto him, feeling the hard cock fill her tight pussy. Her hands dug into the young stallion’s chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath the soft flesh. The mare’s breasts squished in the stallion’s hands, and his ministrations on the nipple elicited little squeaks and gasps from the magenta mare’s pretty lips.

Their bodies moved together. At first, their rhythms were mismatched, but they soon met in the middle. As he surged up, she dove down. Their hips slapped against each other. Erotic sounds came from her slick pussy as it bounced up and down Button’s hard dick. His body twitched involuntarily from pleasure, for Cheerilee’s pussy was hotter, wetter, and tighter than Derpy’s or Vinyl’s. Cheerille shook her hips in a circle, causing Button Mash to tense up at the surge of pleasure. Her body gave a little twitch, for it was still on edge from her threesome with Vinyl Scratch and Derpy Hooves, who lay just a few feet away, exhausted but satisfied. She teased, “Runt.”

He chuckled, ‘You’re tight.”

“Thanks. You like it?”

“Love it. Shame,” Button Mash grunted, thrusting up into the mare, “must not see much use,” delighting in how the silky softness caressed his cock. Her beautiful body bounced atop him, illuminated from behind by the warm glow from the setting sun.

Her large, perky, round tits jiggled up and down hypnotically, ensnaring the young stallion’s attention. His eyes traced down her body. Her luscious breasts gave way to a trim stomach with a narrow waist, flaring out into curvaceous hips, completing her voluptuous hourglass figure. His gaze fell between her thick thighs, to the place where they joined. He watched silently as his erection slid in and out of Cheerilee as she rode him with a steady, patient rhythm. She raised her hips up slowly until she was almost fully off him, and then she would slam down, engulfing, taking him in all the way to the balls. She exhaled lustily, holding him inside her for just a moment before repeating the process. The pleasure accumulated in Button’s dick as each draw stroked his shaft from all sides with the slick walls, and each thrust gave a jolt to his sensitive head. He moved his hips a little in response, doing his best to match Cheerilee’s rhythm while letting her have her way with him.

“Oh, really?” She grinned devilishly, leaning down to just hairs from his face. Her body felt lovely and warm against his own in the warm dusk cooled by the sea breeze. Their warm breaths mixed, slightly ragged and irregular. Their fingers intertwined and they squeezed their hands together. The stallion blushed bright pink, bringing his empty hand up to caress the mare’s face. He smiled as his fingertips brushed across the fuschia cheek, darker and warmer than usual with a discrete flush of arousal. His thumb traced around her cherry lips. Cheerilee smirked. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that…” His ears perked up.

“Say what?”

Cheerille got down even lower and whispered into Button’s ear. “What surrounds the vagina?”

He flatly looked her in the eye. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Just fucking you, for now. Answer,” she purred, punctuating each word with a sharp circular jerk of her hips, “unless you want me to stop.” She smiled, seeing the immediate effect her sulty moves were having on him.

“Cheerilee,” he whined, exasperatedly dropping his arms onto the towel. In response, she sat upright, folded her arms across her chest, and stopped moving with him almost fully inside her.

“Just answer the question, Button.”

“Or what? You’ll give me detention?"

“I’ll be forced to delay your release until I get satisfaction.”

Button laughed, “More school puns? Make me,” placing his hands on her hips as he began bucking her.

“Certainly.” In the blink of an eye, her strong thighs forced their way underneath her lover’s body and trapped him inside her, not letting him even budge an inch.

“Now you aren’t having any fun, either.”

The schoolmare laughed and replied, “Watch me.” She brought a hand to her vulva and began rubbing her clit. Wriggled her hips just a little, she moaned lustfully, “MMMmmm, yyeaaahhh, my pussy feels oh so good. If only you were a good boy, then you could feel just how soaking wet, blazing hot, and fucking tight I am.” She ground herself onto him and then stopped.

“No fair, damnit!” He tried to move, but couldn’t. At least he could let the sensation subside and get some more time with his mare. Just being inside of her was frankly bliss as far as he was concern. He could have flipped her over and rutted her until his seed overflowed. He could have tickled her into submission. He could have toyed her breasts and driven her crazy for him. But, instead, he lay there breathing softly, caressing his beloved’s form while he felt his erection slowly somewhat slightly soften inside her. Some touches lightly fondled her breasts and nipples, and others made her quiver with pleasure as her teased around her clit, mimicking her own motions. His body cooled, even as hers heated to new heights. Her pussy subtly massaged the cock inside it.

Cheerilee studied Button’s cute face. She adored how his cheeks still had a visible blush in spite of their brown fur. She was aroused at his little twitches, gasps, and expressions. His eyes were shut, allowing him to bask in the sensations as he felt her body, both inside and out. She liked his touch. Unlike some other big, red, stallions she could name, he wasn’t grabby. His hands ran all over her – her stomach, her legs, her hands, her face, her sides; he didn’t just seize handfuls of her tits and ass while groping her like a drunken sailor on leave, backed up with several months of sperm in dire need of release in a terrific rush powered by testosterone. He stroked her. He touched her. He caressed her. He held her. He let her enjoy herself, and he wasn’t in a rush to finish. He took care to not be rough. He took care to attend to her. He could make love for the sake of making love. He could be intimate for the sake of being intimate. He could be with her just for the sake of being with her. Her heart fluttered and she beamed as she realized that all their years of friendship, all their years of companionship, talks, her answering his curiosity about sex by imparting knowledge and advice upon him, all had stuck. She had done so much more than merely teach him the things he needed to know in order to graduate school; she had led him along the path into being a fine gentlecolt, and undoubtedly, soon to be very much a fabulous fuck.

She touched him, too, holding his hands and weaving their fingers together. She ran her fingers through her mane and fur, digging in ever so slightly with her fingertips. She rested her hands on his chest. While not ripped, she could feel the young muscles plainly. Without too much work, he could be a real stud. She felt his heartbeat going tha-thump tha-thump in his chest, discretely matching her own racing excitement. His chest rose and fell from exertion, but was just a bit shallow and irregular. She touched him tenderly, with that deep affection she help for him, but it was also slightly sad, for she could never truly return his feelings -– not when she already had Vinyl… But that kind of melancholic truth wasn’t her concern for now; she and him could just enjoy each other in the moment. She felt him inside her, his girth stretching her nicely, his size not being the least uncomfortable; she could ride him all day long, taking him as deep as he could go, and she’d never have to worry about being unpleasantly sore -- a dick she could ride day in and day out. She reached back and touched his balls. They were only somewhat tightly coiled up. Good – he still had a fair ways to go before cumming. She gently rubbed and fondled his sack in time with her own ministrations on her pussy.

Cheerilee used her experienced pelvic and abdominal muscles to milk Button’s penis, provoking a surprised noise. He groaned in approval at the new sensation of a mare, milking him with regular contractions of her pussy, working her way up and down his shaft like a blowjob minus the suction. He looked at her again and put his hands on her. If he could feel her attentions on his cock and in his hands, and faintly see her clench and relax, then he would know that she was doing something special just for him.

She gazed lovingly into his eyes and asked, “Do you know how I’m milking you with my pussy?”

Feeling a strong contraction kiss his sensitive tip, he shuddered, “M-Muscles?”

“Mm-hmm. What I’m doing to you, stimulating you inside me with only my muscles, is called pompoir.”

“I like it,” he replied.

“First time ever getting it?”

“Y-Yeah. I didn’t even know it was a thing. I never felt anything like this from Derpy and Vinyl.”

Cheerilee flashed a Cheshire cat grin. “Derpy and Vinyl couldn’t have done this for you, because…” She trailed off, looking expectantly at him.

“Because they haven’t trained their muscles for it?”

“Correct. And also, what happens to muscles when they are trained?”

The stallion scowled, his eyes dropping to her amazing breasts. He sighed and growled, “They get stronger and more coordinated.” He brought his fingers to her pussy, contributing to her pleasure as he found her clitoris.

“And nothing works out a pussy like being used. So therefore, the only possible conclusion is what?”

Button met Cheerilee with a puzzled look, and then blushed, looking to where her hips met his, to her subtly milking lower abdomen, back to their joining again, and lastly back to her face with a truly epic blush and a shocked gape. Barely controlled, he answered, “You have a rack full of laytex lovers."

"Not only that, buuuut..."

"You fuck a lot, don’t you?”

Cheerille laughed heartily, “Bingo! And you thought that your dear old teacher didn’t see much action.” She began grinding her hips against his again, ceasing her pompoir. “I thought you knew me better than that.”

Button Mash groaned, “Aaahh, I know you were pretty open about sex stuff, but I thought that after Mac, you’d be on a pretty big dry spell… And then Vinyl, she’s a mare, and…” He blushed even harder, looking hopelessly embarrassed and bemused.

She touched two fingers, slick with her juices, to his lips, shushing him. “Ah-ha, I complained about a romantic dry spell, meaning relationships, but I never…” she winked and licked her lips. She started sensuously riding the stallion. He blinked and grimaced. She chuckled and rubbed herself against his hand, purring, “I never said anything about ever lacking somepony to warm my bed.”

His eyes widened. “Oh…”

“There’s a reason why I always sent you home for the night.”

“And why you always seemed extra happy the next day.”

“But, I always respected the boundaries of my special somepony; I’m not the kind of mare who sleeps around if my lover isn’t okay with it.”

Button grinned and began to meet her thrusts with his own. “So you’re an ethical slut.” She nodded enthusiastically, letting out a soft hum at feeling his hard cock working in and out of her pussy as their fingers danced around her clit. “What about Vinyl?”

Cheerilee shrugged. “Ehhh, not so much. She may be a flirty party pony, but she prefers commitment.” Button nodded.

He bucked up into her. Their fingers and toes curled in response to the pleasure. “Aahhhh, I see… She was pretty hesitant about the whole heat intercourse thing.” He looked away.

She cupped his chin and looked him in the eyes. “Don’t worry, Button, she always does that.” She kissed him, allowing their warmth to mingle. Their tongues first licked at lips, and then danced against each other their frenzy growing as the pressure in their bodies built. Cheerilee’s hips began to jerk faster under the continued attention ravished on her clit. She made little peeps and noises. “M-More, faster,” she urged Buttton, sashaying her hips seductively. He kissed her back, heatedly claiming her lips and letting out faint, happy, moans and grunts. The magenta mare plunged down, engulfing his cock all the way in her gorgeous pussy, making the stallion jerk and hiss in pleasure, his fingers clenching involuntarily as his balls began to tighten again. Her heat was getting the better of her. The need to mate was shutting out everything else. “Ooh, fuck, Button, your cock feels so good.”

“S-Same,” Button Mash grunted as he eagerly bucked all the way into his mare’s pussy. "You feel incredible." Cheerilee rode him relentlessly, bouncing up and down his cock at an ever faster pace. Their lustful noises grew louder as their carnal pleasure intensified. The stench of sex filled their nostrils. They panted and gasped, desperate for air and each other. There, on the beach, in the last rays of the setting sun, they fucked like animals, blind to the world.

Button kept his finger on her clitoris, encouraged by her hoarse shouts of pleasure. He fucked her mercilessly, suckling at her nipples, teasing around her clit, gripping her soft flesh, and bucking his hips as she plunged down, engulfing his cock again with her hot, silky insides. Her hips jerked with every flick and tease button gave her clit, taking special care to rub around it, keeping his fingers wet with the juices of her soaking pussy. Her little chirps and gasps turned to full pants and moans. Her pussy grew tighter and wetter and hotter as her pleasure increased and her screams intensified. The pink sex flush was bright on them, shamelessly flaunting their arousal for all to see. Button Mash felt strong tremors come from the very core of Cheerilee, indicating that she was about to orgasm. He too felt the pleasure filling his cock and body. Heat and longing suffused Button, and he threw himself around Cheerilee, driving himself all the way in. He had to cum insider her -- make her his.

Cheerilee’s heated body was almost out of control. Her open mouth allowed her lewd cries of passion to spill out. She felt Button getting close, too, his dick hardening, balls scrunched tight, and body gasping, trembling for release. A bit more, yes, and she’d cum. She needed to cum, or she didn’t know what she’d do. The pleasure was nearly blanking their minds. Bodies moved on their own, desperate for release. Her body cried for fulfillment – it cried for seed. She needed him to cum inside her, inseminate her, make her his. Primal instincts urged her forward, to ride him even harder and squeeze her cock as hard as she could to milk it for every last drop of cum his balls could give. She looked at his face. His cute features were contorted in pleasure. Almost there. Almost there! Cheerilee panted,“B-B-Button, I’m going to c-cum. Oh, I’m so close.”

“I’m about to cum too, Cheerilee.” His hips jerked.

She squealed, “Do it; cum inside me, Button. Cum for me!”

The stallion dug into her back. They crashed together one last time. Button came first, his orgasm washing over him like a wave. “Cheerilee! I’m cumming! Ah!” His body went mad, jerking and bucking out of control, wracked with pleasure. “I love you!” He instinctively tried to thrust, to unload himself into the deepest part of her – hold her closer to him. “I-I-“ Words failed, replaced with blissful howls and moans. His cock twitched and released its hot load into the suckling cunt.

Button’s spasms broke the damn in Cheerilee’s body. “Uhha! Fuck! Button!” The mare’s pussy went wild, clenching and writhing around the twitching cock, milking her stallion for his cum. She felt the pressure of his cum erupting deep inside her. “OH, YEESSSSS!!!!” Her hips squirmed and thrashed wildly, even as they desperately tried to take him in all the way.

They kissed, calling each other’s names, desperately hanging on while carnal ecstasy consumed their bodies. They clung to each other. Button’s cock jerked and twitched as he emptied his balls, unleashing what felt like gush after gush of hot, potent, cum into Cheerilee’s needy, fertile, vagina. Her hips spasmed and shook, buffeting them with a hurricane of pleasure. They clung together in pure bliss, her pussy milking, and his cock releasing, until their bodies were completely spent.

Their bodies went slack. Button’s hands barely clung to Cheerilee’s back, and her legs trembled before giving out, causing the exhausted mare to collapsed onto the chest of the spent stallion, her soft hands cupping his delicate face. They kissed and sighed happily, content to bask in the radiant afterglow. Their frantic hearts beat as one, gradually calming down from their high.

“I love you, Cheerilee.”

“Button…”

Button sighed, contented. He was still half hard inside her. His penis still continued to weakly release smaller, infrequent, doses of cum into her vagina, which still gently pulsated and cradled him inside her. His cock was numb, following the incredible sensitivity from its climax. Still, Cheerilee’s insides felt nice, and he held himself inside her. He nuzzled deep into her lovely buxom breasts, hissing her all over, calling her name. Their hips stirred slightly, their instincts sated. Gradually, entirely spent, he went soft and slid reluctantly from her pussy. Cheerilee sighed inwardly at the loss of her warm visitor. How much had he spilled inside her? It had been a lot. She hid an amused smirk at the admittedly erotic thought of having his cum leaking from her for the better part of the next week. Damn, he’d felt good inside her. At long last, the demands of the scorching heat in her body had been met. It was replaced with a deep satisfaction and a sense of peace. They kissed again and held their warm, flushed cheeks together, gazing into each other’s eyes with half-lidded contentment. They spoke no words, only making happy noises and breathing heavily.

They basked in the afterglow for a long time. They did not move until after dark.

Their fluids mingled together -- leaked from the well-used pussy and cock. The cum soon congealed into a cold, viscous mess which somehow got smeared around their loins, hips, and thighs, with a surprising amount freely seeping down Button’s legs and onto the towel. Cheerilee dabbed the mess on her mound with her finger, testing the semen. It was very viscous, but not at all sticky. The small bit of anxiety in the back of her head was soothed; the contraceptive spell had, for as far as she could tell, worked properly for her, and therefore, logically it had worked for Vinyl Scratch and Derpy Hooves. Button Mash had satisfied all of them without risking impregnating them. She heard some movement behind her, where Derpy and Vinyl were.

Button Mash lay where he was without a care in the world, holding the mare of his dreams after having the sexiest and best day of his life. Cheerilee’s body was soft and warm; he didn’t want to stop holding her, but he couldn’t stay there forever, either. He smiled. There were worse conundrums. Suddenly, something soft, wet, and warm brushed his balls. He stiffened. “Ch-Cheerilee-”

But a different voice replied. “Relax, kid, I’m just cleaning you up.”

Cheerilee cut in, “Vinyl, you’re being ridiculous.”

The mare’s lips ran up and down his flaccid penis, slightly muffling her words. “Nwo I’m nawnt.” The other two laughed. Vinyl’s ministrations began to feel nice, provoking a slight stirring in Button’s loins. Vinyl took him all the way into her mouth, sucking, licking, and bobbing, soon bringing back another erection. Cheerilee rolled off of him and saw Derpy approaching.

The Pegasus cautiously approached and saw the mess between Cheerilee’s legs. They locked eyes. One nodded and offered herself. The grey mare lowered her head and began to lick and suck the magenta mare’s pussy, cleaning it with her tongue.

The receiving ponies shuddered as they felt the hot tongues and lips brush against their sensitive parts. Derpy Hooves teased Cheerilee, never letting her predict where or how long each pleasurable treatment of her clit would last. The stallion’s hands stroked the mare’s blue mane. “Oh, Vinyl…” Vinyl Scratch blew Button Mash vigorously, giving her all to suck, lick, and slather his hard dick as hard and fast as she could. She hadn’t meant to give him a blowjob, but when he reacted to her, the thought of hearing his cute moans again was too much to resist.

Derpy soon stopped playing around, ravaging at Cheerilee’s clit. The slurped up the fluids enthusiastically, finding the act arousing. She redoubled her efforts, soon making Cheerilee’s hips begin to shake. Little moans, gasps of encouragement, escaped her lips. “Yes! Derpy! More! Please!” The pegasus took a deep breath and went wild, lavishing everything she could on Cheerilee’s pussy. “Cumming!” Cheerilee panted and moaned, her hips bucking out of control in a final onslaught of pleasure. “FUCK – Derpy!” She squealed, shoving Derpy’s head away to collapse like she’d just run a marathon.

They saw Vinyl working over Button. He was starting to make his cute little responses. They looked to each other with glances which dared each other to ask why not. No dissent. Cheerilee stepped across Button and knelt beside Vinyl. Derpy merely adjusted her angle. Cherilee kiss-fought Vinyl for dominance, their lips and tongues battling across the stallion’s hard cock, making him twitch and exhale sharply. Derpy brought her head down and began focusing on the base and balls. And thus poor Button Mash was once again roped into the wicked conspirators' plans to drain his balls for the next thousand years once again, a fate he was only too happy to endure.

Ultimately, Vinyl kept the head and forced Cheerilee to attend to the shaft. The incredulous stallion had never seen a sexier sight – three beautiful mares all working together to make him cum. His brain failed, so he reclined with a massive grin, moaning, “Derpy… Cheerilee… Vinyl… You are amazing. I love you girls.” The pleasure escalated. His arousal grew, with him soon nearing another orgasm.

He trembled. “Ah, you three, arh, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum,” they urged in unison. Vinyl’s hot mouth engulfed his dick, slucked, flourished, and gave one electrifying brush with her tongue. “VINYL!”

Pleasure exploded. Button Mash moaned and jerked, his body at the mercy of the three mares driving him to ecstasy, looking up at his with smoldering bedroom eyes. "Give it to her, give my marefriend what she wants. Empty your balls for her."

Hot cum erupted from his cock, right into Vinyl’s heavenly, sucking mouth. She hummed her approval and drank it all down. "Cum for Vinyl, Button. Let her take it all." The mares kept going until his cocked stopped surging, only stopping once he was absolutely limp and clean. The poor kid's heart was thumping a million times a minute, but on his face was an incontrovertible grin of absolute happiness and surprise.

He could only breathe at them, “Holy fuck… Holy fuck... holy fuck... just... wooooooowww...”

"I bet ya, Cheers, I could get one last thing out of any stallion."

"So you did. You win."

"What're you talking about? Everypony here won," Derpy remarked.

They were now all satisfied and still naked. They cuddled in a great pile centered around Button. There was a happy silence, with nobody wanting to break the tension. Eventually, Derpy did. “So, did everypony have a good time?” Unanimously, the answer was an enthusiastic yes. “Good.” Her yellow eyes sought Button’s brown eyes. She smiled. “Button, if you’d please follow me…”

He froze. The other mares rolled off him. “Go,” they urged, and pushed him to his feet. It as hard to walk, his legs were still unsteady and he wasn't quite sure that his brain had recovered from being repeatedly blasted into an incoherrent mass of pleasured jelly. Button Mash got a sinking feeling as he followed Derpy Hooves down to the dark water. They walked hand in hand, experiencing the tide and sands shift around them.

She leaned her head on his shoulder and asked, “Good first time?” He nodded.

“Yep. Derpy, thanks for taking my virginity.”

She giggled, “Oh. Silly, it was my pleasure.”

“Not just yours." The full moon shone over the water. It was a primordial moment. It made Button feel ancient but happy, as if he was inheriting the legacy of his ancestors, somehow. Perhaps, one day, long ago, they had mated right here, by this same water, under the same moon? "Derpy, um, how was your first time, if you don't mind me asking?"

The mare shook her head. "Not so great."

"Why? What happened?"

"Well, I was at a party with this guy I liked. We were playing spin the bottle, and he dared me to come upstairs with him."

"I see you've always been bold," Button joked, offering a sympathetic arm around her back, his hand finding her breast. He cupped it gently.

"Well, anyway, he liked me a little bit, and I wanted to make him like me more, so I let him take my first time."

"Was it at least fun."

"Not really. I didn't even cum and he was done really quick, having gone in almost dry." They both winced.

"I'm sorry."

Derpy headbutted him. "It's in the past and I've had much better since him. I'm glad I could make your first time so much better." They smiled and hugged, but the tension soon returned. “How’re you feeling? Any regrets?” The stallion clasped her hand and pressed it to her chest.

“Super -- none.”

“Good. Chase me!” Derpy smiled and ran a ways ahead of Button, waggling her plump ass at him. He jogged to catch up to her, and she used her wings to evade him, until, at last satisfied, she let him tackle her to the ground. Their naked bodies pressed together and she brushed his face, clearing some sand off of it.

He smiled. “Y’know, I wouldn’t mind seeing you more often.” He looked down at her and rubbed his fingers through his mane.

“Me too,” chirped she.

Button Mash scratched at his scalp nervously. “And maybe, um… well, do more, um sexy things together… if that’s okay with you?”

Derpy Hooves smiled sweetly and kissed him deeply. “Sure,” squealed the mare, “I’d really love to keep having fun together. I’d be happy to do it anytime; just ask. Would you mind if I came over to you sometimes for some fun?” Now she was the one fidgeting just a little bit, even as she licked her lips.

He froze. “What about my mom?” His voice was reminiscent of the kind colts had when asking about something they really wanted but couldn’t have, and were embarassed by it.

She blew his objections off with a puff. “Don’t worry; she won’t mind.”

His eyebrows arched. “What? Really?”

“Yeah. Trust me. Just so long as we don't y'know, do it in front of her.” Button nearly had a heart attack. She gave him a meaningful look. It took some seconds before his shoulders relaxed.

“If you say so.”

Derpy smiled, holding him close. “I’ve had a great day with you, Button.”

“Me too, Derpy.” Button could have sworn that there was a faint flash of blue-violet light from behind them for just a sliver of a second. Derpy perked up for just a moment and glanced up at the sky. An effervescent shooting star streaked its ghostly trail of silver overhead, zooming out from over the land and fading into nothingness over the water. Derpy closed her eyes for a moment and sighed.

“I’m glad and think that you should talk with two special mares. Well, seeya around!”

“Seeya,” Button barely had time to reply before the mare took off.

Alone, he felt her warmth fade off of him as he turned around to go settle things with Cheerilee and Vinyl. His steps and thoughts were heavy. This was going to be a serious discussion about an adult relationship, and he would have to accept and respect the outcome, even if he didn’t like it. There they were, Vinyl reclining against Cheerilee, the latter sitting up straight and hugging her lover’s flat belly.

Vinyl smirked. “So you showed up,” she said warmly. Cheerilee nodded. “You’ve got balls, Button.”

“Vinyl and I have been thinking,” began Cheerilee, “about what to do with you.”

“Or to you.”

“Oh stop it, Vine,” groaned Cheerilee. She pinched her lover’s ass, making her hiss in discomfort. The older mare returned her attention to Button Mash, who was barely containing his laughter. “Come on, Button,” she said, patting the space in front of Vinyl. Button walked slowly up to them and sat down cross-legged, trying to not stare at the erotic spectacle before him. “Would you like the good news or the bad news first?”

He wanted to be in a good mood to better take the downer. “What’s the good news?”

Vinyl said, “We’ll give ya a shot.” Button beamed and almost leapt for joy, but barely contained himself.

Sucking up his dread and trying to look less ecstatic than a kitten on a big pile of catnip, he asked, “And what’s the bad news?”

“We’re letting you have a chance.”

Button gaped, eyes wide open. “W-what? How’s that the bad news.”

Vinyl gave him a very rare, serious look. “Because, Button, you can fuck up the chance of a lifetime.”

“But,” Cheerilee purred, “You have the chance of a lifetime – a love triangle with two stunning mares.”

Button stopped. “But what about you, Vinyl? I’m well, a stallion, and you’re into mares. And um, you and Cheerile’ve got a good thing together; I don’t want to get in your guys’ way.”

The mares exchanged looks. They squeezed their intertwined fingers. Their seductive, inviting smiles hardened into scowls. “You won’t,” replied the white unicorn. She pointed at him. “Remember, dude, that you’re the one being tested here. You are a stallion who is trying to insert himself into the middle of an ongoing, committed, lesbian, relationship.” She jabbed her finger at him. “We don’t need you. We’re giving you a shot – not the other way around. If we don’t think you’re working out for us, you’re out. You’re going to have to make both of us happy, so if you think you can just focus on one of us or try to drive us apart, think again. Kapeesh?”

Button felt like his insides were filled with lead. He could only nod and reply, “Kapeesh.” But he could’ve sworn that they had said something to him earlier about being Cheerilee’s paramour. He opened his mouth, but the words just wouldn’t come.

“Well, what is it?” Vinyl Scratch demanded. Cheerilee glared at her, nudging her side with a pointed exblow.

Cheerilee’s expression softened for a moment before she turned a disappointed scowl on the mare. “Vine, cool it, girl. Jeez, for Celestia’s sake, we’re not testing him for the special forces.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” She wryly grimaced at Button, who looked almost like he’d been told that he’d won hundreds of millions from the lottery, but that he had to pay sixty percent of his winnings in taxes, loan thirty percent of it to the government of Afghneighnistan at practically zero interest, roll a pair of dice to determine how much of the remaining ten percent he would be unable to touch for how many decades, spend half of the remainder on the fees levied on all the things being done to his winnings, and then only get to actually keep whatever was left after all that was done.

Cheerilee continued, “Now, what were you trying to ask, Button?”

It took several seconds before the nervous stallion could muster the words. The wind and surf provided a soothing background melody which spoke perfectly for the situation. He played with his hooves and glanced about everywhere except at the mares he was addressing. The words came out slowly, deliberately. He picked them with great care. “I’m sorry, but I thought that you were proposing some type of relationship where I would be Cheerilee’s paramour, but otherwise didn’t get in your way. Like maybe a saishoudoukin type thing, to borrow a Neighponese term.”

“What’s that?” Vinyl interrupted.

“A type of relationship where a pony has a spouse and a lover living in the same house,” clarified Button. “Not that I’m suggesting-”

“Relax, Button,” soothed Cheerilee, motioning for him to come nearer. The stallion’s feet crunched on the sand and ruffled on the towel. Cheerilee and Vinyl moved to sit on both sides of him. “Look, this is just the beginning.” She brushed his arm, saying, “We’ll see how things go, and we’ll take care of the rest later. The reason why we wanted to start like this was to see if it was feasible. I did tell me that if you wanted to have me all to yourself, then you were going to be disappointed.” Gradually, the stallion relaxed, gingerly returning Cheerilee’s touch. He felt a warm hand enclose his on the other side. A smile tugged at his lips.

Vinyl added into his ear, “Don’t worry about the whole lesbian thing; we’ll figure something out.”

“Is this making more sense now, Button?” Cheerilee inquired. Button nodded.

“So, it’s pretty much like the three of us being in one big relationship?” Cheerilee nodded.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, you’re on thin ice,” warned Vinyl Scratch, suddenly serious again. “You’ve got a long way to go; you’re just getting started. Sure, you helped us out with heat and stuff, but things are gonna work differently. You’ll have to win our affection, and you’re going to have to earn sexytimes, and get consent every single time. This is only the beginning, and right now, you’re at square one. Not to mention a relationship is 95% not sex. Meals to cook, laundry to do, room to clean...”

"Devilish mares to keep in line."

"That too." Momentary smiles all around.

Button’s smile vanished again. He was crestfallen. So he really was barely even begun. He’d figured from their earlier hints that he’d only have marginal involvement, but this was getting crazy. Not only was he in a very precarious position, but he had to develop two relationships simultaneously, with no idea of how to balance them, and neither one of them was conceding anything. So essentially, he had the same status as a paramour, but with all the pressures of being a core member of the relationship without any of the advantages of either. The thought entered his head that he perhaps ought to reconsider taking them up on their offer. Maybe he wasn’t ready, mature enough, physically and emotionally, to be in such a demanding relationship? Perhaps he wasn’t mentally ready for adult relationships? Now that he thought about it, he’d never really given much thought as to the realities and logistics of being with a mare, let alone mares, let alone getting involved with two mares who were already legally bound together. But he really wanted this. He wanted sex. He wanted love. He wanted Cheerilee. And he could have her, just if he could handle not being the most important pony in her life. Could he? He was so young, still. And there was Derpy, plus a whole world of other mares.

“Don’t worry,” Cheerilee assured him, “I don’t think there will be any problems if you don’t forget that you can’t just hog one of us all to yourself, no matter how sexy we are. We’ll have a blast -- trust me, you’ll never be unsatisfied or lonely again.”

More thoughts leapt to his mind. He really wanted to say yes to the whole thing. How could any virile stallion possibly say no to a pair of gorgeous mares offering to let him join them for fun and all the sex he could handle? His mouth felt like it was made of cotton again, with a sticky tongue. Their warm, tantalizing bodies pressed against his own, reminding him of the delights they promised.

“Look out below!” Something crashed right by them, spraying them with sand. Everyone jumped and turned to see a dizzy and naked Derpy Hooves brushing herself off. “Sorry. My bad.” She sheepishly stepped over to them. “I just forgot my clothes.” She twiddled her thumbs. Button watched as she searched around for her swimsuit for many seconds before spotting it lying frumpled on the towel they’d been relaxing on earlier. As she got dressed, she asked, “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Nah,” said Vinyl as she yawned and stretched, showing off her lithe body and rubbing intentionally against the two ponies beside her.

“Not at all,” replied Cheerilee with a forced smile. Button Mash said nothing; his mouth was still defuzzing itself, and he was grateful for the interruption.

“Oh, okay,” chuckled Derpy. She soon finished her task. The mare waved as she said, “Bye, again.” And with that, she was off before anyone could return the gesture.

“Well, that was annoying,” yawned Vinyl Scratch. She dusted herself off. “So, Button, what do you say?”

Cheerilee clasped a soft hand to his upper inner thigh. She cooed, “Don’t be afraid.” Vinyl snorted.

The kind of relationship they were offering would be a dream come true. Then he realized it. His eyes flared wider. His mouth opened into a small o. He looked slowly from mare to mare, realizing that they had earlier been sitting comfortably together, but they had then moved apart to accommodate him in the middle between them. Button Mash swallowed and then confessed. He shut his eyes to avoid having to meet their eyes. “I’m sorry, Cheerilee, Vinyl, but I can’t accept this. There is no way that I could take you up on your offer.” He felt them let go of him and heard them shuffle away. Button steadied himself with a deep breath and dug his fingernails into his palms. “I’m… I’m not ready; I’m not mature enough for this kind of thing. It would just be a terrible idea.” He paused, expecting some sort of rebuke or reaction by now. He opened his eyes to find Cheerilee and Vinyl looking warmly at him, nodding. The stallion let out a shuddering breath. “It just wouldn’t be fair to any of us.”

Cheerilee inquired, “And why would that be, Button?”

He swallowed again. That realization he had had while they were having sex, returned to his mind. He spat out the words before he lost the nerve. “Because I want you, Cheerilee. I love you and I want to be with you, but I can’t just take you away from Vinyl and hog you all for myself. It wouldn’t be fair to you, because you already have Vinyl, and I’d be getting in the way of that, forcing you to split your love between us. Cheerilee, that’s what I realized when we were having sex and I said that I’d tell you later.” The magenta mare perked up with a subtle nod. Button continued, “It wouldn’t be fair to Vinyl, either, because she loves you, and I’d be taking you away from her. Plus, she isn’t interested in adding a stallion. It wouldn’t be fair to me, because I’d have to be dishonest to you guys and myself about my feelings and desires. Plus, you'd have to satisfy two lovers who wouldn't have any real common cause or chemistry. Basically, it’d be a big headache for all of us. It wouldn’t be right."

Vinyl asked, “Is that it?”

“No,” admitted he, sagging slightly. He saw that, for the first time, that Vinyl was looking and speaking genuinely kindly to him, without any sort of attitude or sarcasm. “I’m young and inexperienced. I don’t know if I can handle the kind of relationship you’re offering. I don’t know if I’m ready -- mature enough for a serious relationship.” He choked, “I… I – I-I’ve never even had a fillyfriend before! This is all new to me, and I just don’t know what to do, okay? I mean, it’s been great doing sex stuff with you; I can physically handle that, but I cannot mentally handle the other stuff. A love triangle with you guys sounds great, and I mean it, I really do, but I can’t bring myself to say yes; maybe later, but not now.” Button sighed and looked down at his hands pressed into the sand. He wrung his palms together, noticing that despite their adult size, they still retained their juvenile softness. Then he returned his gaze to the mares. “Maybe we could be friends, or fuck buddies, or whatever. I know that you are the ones making the offer, but I cannot accept it as is. If things work out and you are still interested later, we can discuss it again. Maybe I should look for a pony my own age?” The mares were still looking at him. He couldn’t see their expressions, because it was dark and they were silhouetted against the moonlight.

They approached him silently, and his heart raced like he were seeing some monsters of the darkness. His hands moved behind him, as if preparing to scuttle away. When their expressions were finally near enough to be read, he saw that they were each grinning from ear to ear. Relieved, he smiled back warmly. They glomped him, sending him crashing to the ground under a tangle of naked bodies. He embraced them back, laughing, “What’s so funny, guys?”

“You,” chortled Vinyl. “You-you’re so melodramatic. HAhahahahaha!” She quieted herself and looked at her lover. “So, Cheers, did I call it, or did I call it?”

“Sure did,” she replied with a smile. “He’s golden.”

Button shook his head in an effort to see if this was a dream. Naturally, all this did was get a load of sand in his mane. “Cheerilee, what’s going on? What’re you talking about? What about that whole business just now?”

The mare enthusiastically cupped his face in her hands and kissed his, then pressed their foreheads together. She beamed. “It was all just a test, Button.” He cocked an eyebrow and mouthed some obscenities. “I -- we wouldn’t dream of pressuring you into a relationship at this point.” She again clamped her luscious lips over his.

Vinyl explained to the bewildered, bashful, boy, “We talked it over while you seeing Derpy off.”

Button’s eyes flew open. “So that light!”

“Exactly! It was a signal.” Vinyl Scratch winked. “It was meant to be in Ultraviolet Light, because only pegasi can see it. But… I guess that I flubbed the spell.” She clasped a hand to his chest. “So, Button, you want to really know what’s up?” He nodded. Vinyl clarified, “Cheerilee got to thinking about what it’d be like to be with you, but she’s real happy with me, so we go to thinking about maybe making a threesome with you. Not now, duh, but we were hoping that maybe you’d be ready in a few years.” Everypony smiled.

Cheerilee continued, “Button, the fact that you were able to turn down our offer for mature and selfless reasons like not wanting to cause problems for others, not knowing if you could handle such a relationship, admitting that you don’t know how it would go, and recognizing your own shortcomings, means a lot. It means that you have the underlying maturity, conscientiousness, awareness, and foresight, to actually handle a polyamorous relationship.”

The stallion’s heart soared, and he threw his arms around the two mares. “I-I don’t know what to say,” he stumbled, not quite processing everything.

Vinyl pecked him on the lips with a bit of tongue. “How about 'fuck me.'" SLAP! "Nothing right now. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Finding somepony your age might not be a bad idea, for now.”

“Mmhhmm...”

“You deserve a chance to get yours, Button. Just wait and see; don't be hasty,” replied Cheerilee. She and Vinyl got off him.

Cheerilee and Vinyl Scratch extended their arms, pulling Button Mash to his feet. They cheered together, “C’mon, lets go,” as they got dressed again.

He asked, “No regrets?”

They nodded, and all three affirmed, “No regrets.”

They packed up quickly and began the trek back to Ponyville. It indeed had been quite a day. The silver moon glowed warmly to illuminate their way though the deserted beach. The three ponies climbed up the brilliant limestone steps in the cliffs. Once there, the friends looked out over the sea and at the moon. The soulful, impressive vista would stay with them for the rest of their lives, just like the warmth and happiness they all shared. The day and the heat had come to an end, but the intimate night was with them. And just as the old day had passed from the world, they stood in their ephemeral night, on the far side of a fresh dusk and a future dawn. The trio walked together into the night.

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Author's Note

It's done! It's done! Finally! Holy fuck! It's done!
I had no idea that it would stretch on for so long. Thank you all for reading it and being so impatient with this lazy hack of a writer.
I hope you enjoyed reading it even a quarter as much as i enjoyed writing it. This would have been impossible without your viewership and support, beyond even my wildest hopes.

Huge thanks to Sayer, Nahmala, elextrexcessive, and Simon for helping me with this last chapter. They rock; go give'm the props they deserve. I could absolutely have not done it without their help.

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