Hot Button Beach Day

by kalash93

Rating: mature
Tags: Button Mash, Derpy Hooves, Slice of Life, Sex, DJ P0N-3, Anthro, Cheerilee, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance
Length: 30825

Sand, surf, and sex. A teenage colt goes down to the beach, right in the middle of heat season. Sexy shenanigans ensue. Not foalcon. Not incest. Aged-up.

Not foalcon. Not incest. Aged-up.

Sand, surf, and sex. A teenage Button Mash goes down to the beach, looking for something to occupy his time. He meets three mares, and just as his luck would have it, they're all in estrus and can hardly keep their hooves off of him, not that he minds. Sometimes, the best way to beat the heat is to embrace it...

5/5 stars on Equestria After Dark.

COMPLETED!

Thanks to Sayer and Nahlama for prereading this. Other helpers are thanked where they contributed.

The cover is a combination of three drawings by the talented shepherd0821, and one aged-up Button Mash image by Pechenyuha. Second cover art edited by 1zacster. Thanks a lot, man! New cover art by Ziemniax and sent to my by Starblade. Thank you!

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Published 2013-08-31 22:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-10 20:40:59 UTC

Hot Sand

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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Making Waves

Chapter 2: Making Waves

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Button knelt between Derpy’s thighs and suspended his body over hers. He felt the tip of his cock touch her sopping slit. Here it was – time to finally do it for real with a mare. Derpy smiled and wrapped her legs around him. Without reservation, Button closed his eyes drove forward with his hips. Unfortunately, his aim was poor, and so he merely slid along the mare’s slit. They looked each other in the eye and chucked. Cheerilee and Vinyl watched their progress from nearby on the beach.

Button Mash, who had a massive blush and nervous smile, said, “That one didn’t count.”

Derpy Hooves merely giggled, “Sure, Button.” The couple lined themselves up again “Ready?”

“Yeah.” The stallion pushed forward again and missed. “Whoops.” Vinyl gestured at him and said something to Cheerilee.

The magenta schoolmare knelt beside the pair. She put a hand on Button’s shoulder and said patiently, “Honestly, Button, this isn’t calculus. Get back in position like you’re about to take her.” He knelt between Derpy’s thighs, his body straight up. Cheerilee, grasping his hard cock in her hand, and guided him to Derpy’s entrance. “When you are ready,” she explained, “lean over Derpy and bring your hips forward.” He nodded and did so. His palms landed on the towel by her shoulders, their eyes meeting.

“Try not to cum in ten seconds flat,” Vinyl Scratch teased, appearing suddenly across from Cheerilee. The white mare rubbed Derpy’s slit and toyed around her clitoris with a single, delicate finger, eliciting a number of sounds from the grey pegasus mare. Then, she slid her fingers inside, working them in and out. Derpy responded enthusiastically to her ministrations. Button watched spellbound as Vinyl worked Derpy into a hot mess. Before long, Vinyl pulled out her fingers and proffered them to Cheerilee, who licked them clean in front of a surprised Button and Derpy before giving them a salacious look. The pair gathered around Button and encouraged him as they rubbed both him and each other with their hands, breasts, and bodies, even as they peppered him with kisses. Button realized that this had to be real; no story or fantasy would ever be this obscene or absurd.

“Do it, filly,” hissed Vinyl.

“Give it to her good,” dared Cheerilee.

“Fuck her. Fuck me. Fuck all of us.”

“Whenever you’re ready Button.”

Button Mash’s cheeks almost burst into flames. Flustered, he smacked Derpy’s round ass audibly hard. “L-Ladies, p-p-p-lease. I need a bit of space.” The mares backed off and he leaned over Derpy. “You prepared for this, Miss – I mean, ready, Derpy?”

“Silly, Button, Just do me already.” Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her. His throbbing erection rested on her hot, soaked, pussy. They kissed passionately, tongues dancing together. When they broke apart, Button felt two pairs of hands wrap around his cock. He turned his head to the left and saw Cheerilee.

“Just go at your own pace, Button. We’ll take care of the aim.” She gave him a firm nod.

“Yeah,” added Vinyl. “Just don’t rush in at first ‘til she’s warmed up; that hurts. Shouldn’t be a problem, ‘cause I got her all hot and ready for you.” The three mares made uncomfortable faces. All three kissed him. Button nodded and leaned forwards as he looked Derpy in the eye. Uncertainty made him slide his arms underneath her. This time, the stallion had expert help, and he hit home. He pushed in gently at first, and felt a pleasant gelatinous heat envelope his head. Intrigued, he pulled out a bit and pressed on slowly, gradually feeling more and more glorious as he went deeper and deeper with each successive push. A wet, slick, tight tunnel of flesh enveloped his cock. Vinyl and Cheerilee watched.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh…” Button gasped involuntarily as he finally fully slid into Derpy. “It’s amazing!” She smiled. He pressed himself all the way inside and squeezed her shoulders, now balls deep in the mare, who locked him in place with her slightly chubby thighs, her feet hooked together around the small of his back.

Derpy trailed a hand down Button’s chest. “Good. Now be careful so you don’t get too excited. Let’s just get used to the feeling before we do any of that other stuff. After all, it is your first time.” Gently, Derpy rocked her hips against his. They pressed gently against each other, rocking back and forth on the towel.

Button had never felt anything like it before; not even Cheerilee’s amazing blowjob could compare. While that mare’s mouth and tongue had sent shivers down his spine with magnificent suction and dexterity, it had nothing on this mare’s pussy. Heat and softness gripped all over his cock, making merely resting inside it an exquisite pleasure. Every single little motion caused the slick walls to rub against his sensitive cock, causing the young stallion to shiver in pleasure. He gritted his teeth and hugged Derpy tightly. Awkwardly, he pulled back and thrust into her, making a cute little noise from the pleasure washing over his dick.

Button Mash moved slowly, in and out, basking in the sensations. Derpy Hooves cooed quietly and used her legs to control his depth and pace, jerking her own hips to meet his thrusts. Her arms were wrapped around the virile stallion, feeling the primal thrill of his strong body moving against her own – his throbbing cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy. She wanted him – no, she needed him to fuck her and fill her with his cum. That damned, literally burning desire in her nethers compelled her. It took all her restraint to not just pin him to the ground and fuck the sensitive virgin raw.

The stallion began to tremble all over. She could feel him hardening, and felt his breath come in ragged gasps against her collarbone. Button felt like his cock was going to explode. He could barely pant out a warning, “D-Derpy. I’m gonna –” She kissed him, trapping him all the way insider her with his legs. His eyes widened.

She gave him a lidded stare. “Shhh, relax. Don’t blow your load just yet. Let’s wait before we go for the finish.” They kissed again, this time their tongues delicately dancing around each other, licking against lips and caressing teeth. When they broke apart, the older mare pushed up against the young stallion’s chest, causing him to kneel while still inside her.

A goldenrod sun beat down upon them, signaling that sunset was approaching. The mare spread her legs wider. Looking down, Button remarked. “I never thought that out of all the mares I knew, that one day I’d be balls deep in you on a beach.”

“Isn’t it funny how life works? I mean, we’ve been pretty close for how many years already, but y’know, nothing sexual.” Derpy would have looked him in the eyes, but hers were askew like always.

“Yeah…” The mare looked up at him and nodded.

“How many years have we known each other now?”

“I don’t know. A lot?” Button looked at her. He turned his head sideways to see Vinyl miming gagging. He glared at her.

Derpy said, “Well, I remember you first moved to Ponyville when you were just a foal. I met Milano and you your first day here.”

The stallion replied, “Yeah, I remember you taking Dinky and I out for milkshakes so that mom could deal with the movers.”

“I helped you and Milano a lot back then. I pretty much showed you all where everything was. I even walked you and Dinky to school and back half the time, because Milano was totally swamped.”

“Thanks for all that stuff,” replied Button Mash.

“Oh it was nothing,” said Derpy with a faint blush. “Just being a good neighbor and friend.”

Button grinned. “Indeed. I suppose that you could say that we are being very very good friends right now.” He bucked slightly.

Derpy hummed, “Mmm-hmmmm. If you need me, Button, I’ll always be your friend.” She pecked him on the cheek.

“It’s not like there’s anything wrong with two good old friends giving each other a hand.” He grasped her breast and they both grinned. She nodded and pulled him into her with her legs. Button began to thrust again. He started slowly at first. He saw Derpy’s lips open slightly and she released a quiet moan. “Does that feel good?”

“Mh-hmm.” She waggled her hips.

“Is it gonna make you cum?”

Derpy shook her head. “Sorry, it won’t.”

“Sorry.”

Vinyl cut in, “Most mares can’t cum just from fucking. You gotta play with ‘em.”

Button slowed down and looked Derpy in the eye apologetically. “You want me to get you off now?”

“It’s okay, Button,” replied Derpy as she vigorously bucked against him. “Let’s focus on you now, so you can take care of me while you recover.”

“Don’t forget, you’ve also got to satisfy me,” reminded Vinyl, stroking her exposed breasts.

Cheerilee smirked. “Don’t forget about me, too.”

Smiling, Button replied, “I won’t, I won’t,” his gaze drifting dreamily between the sexy mares in front of him. Vinyl wore only the bottom of her yellow bikini, though which she was fingering herself, and Cheerilee still had all of her tight, red one piece on. The magenta mare was frowning slightly as she rubbed between her legs. Vinyl kissed Cheerilee passionately and groped her chest, and slid her fingers inside the crotch of her swimsuit, all while a flustered Button and Derpy watched entranced as they fucked.

Cheerilee licked her lips. Her hands cupped Vinyl’s bottom and chin. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Hell yeah,” whispered Vinyl Scratch loudly enough for everypony to hear. She hooked her fingers through the straps of her lover’s tight swimsuit. Then, she pulled them down with one fluid motion, causing the curvy mare’s breasts to spill out. In the blink of an eye, Vinyl grabbed Cheerilee, kissed her, spun her around, and threw her to the ground, right alongside Derpy. Derpy and Button stopped to watch her tug the thong of Cheerilee’s one piece down and yank it aside, hooking it over the curve of a buttock.

Vinyl scratch brought her face to Cheerilee’s pussy and began to, for lack of a better word, eat it. Her tongue trailed across the nub of her partner’s clitoris, enticing Cheerilee to let out a yelp of pleasure, and making Vinyl dig in more enthusiastically and tease her breasts, even as another hand went to her own crotch.

The sight of two beautiful mares going at it made Button burn even hotter. His blush had spread from his face to all over his body. Two fair, feminine, erotic bodies writhing together turned him on immensely. His cock felt harder than ever before, nearly all rational thought vanished, and a deep, burning desire to copulate – no, to fuck, cascaded over him like a gust of hot wind. He began to pump his hips urgently in and out of Derpy, drawing back carefully, and then plunging in as hard as he could, loosening an unwitting grunt from him, and a delighted squeal from Derpy.

Button’s arms trembled; he had to hold something. His fingers found Derpy’s shoulders and latched on and dug in with his nails. He burst forth and covered her body with his own. He shut his eyes. Heat and motion. Derpy’s slightly flabby stomach slapped against his, but then yielded and melded to his body. His chest pressed against Derpy’s buxom chest. Glorious warmth met his. He had to have it. Her chest rose and fell like his did. The smell of sex assailed him. The hot pussy wrapped around his cock. Its slick, tight, wet walls felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He held himself balls deep in the mare, but the heat only incensed his desire – his need. He had to fuck this mare! He had to cum inside her! He couldn’t stop; he didn’t even know if he could, even if he had to! If he stopped, then – no, he couldn’t even think of it. His body Vinyl’s moans and Cheerilee’s yelps heated his runaway passion. His body trembled as it dove in and out of her.

Her pussy felt like it writhed and teased his cock with the slightest motion. Whichever part of the thrust he emphasized, or however he changed his technique, it responded. Plunging straight in rubbed his sensitive head against the walls, making it tingle in pleasure as his entire body jolted a little in sympathy. Curving his thrusts let the pleasure wash over the sides, and he could press against the walls to hit whichever spots ached just so. His cock was so hard. He felt so good – so alive. His mare squirmed and convulsed, hitting him with jolts of pleasure he didn’t expect. He drew her in close and suckled hungrily at her breasts, enticing another series of squeaks to join the erotic chorus.

“Button!” Derpy gasped. “Touch my clit.” She took his arm and guided it to the place between her legs, above her slit. He felt a fleshy nub. “Rub around it.” He did feverishly. “Awww, yiisss!” Derpy hissed with a fresh resurgence of energy while she lifted her leg and rested it on his shoulder to allow him better access. She shivered with delight, feeling how deep he was inside her. “Keep doing that!”

Still blind, the stallion kissed her passionately. Their heads and mouths wrestled, pressing forcefully against each other. He pinned her to the warm towel. She pulled him deeper into the kiss. The stallion’s vision began to get shaky. His thrusts grew faster and harder. He started panting. His cock was getting even harder. The entire body trembled. Breath came in terse gasps through gritted teeth, trying not to cry out, even as involuntary grunts and moans slipped out. Derpy’s mouth absorbed these and coaxed out more while she made muffled squeaks of pleasure. They heard the humming Vinyl and squealing Cheerilee, who was desperately crying out her lover’s name. Button felt his cock inside Derpy. His body screamed for more, for release – harder, faster, deeper! His hips and cock twitched and jerked on their own. Pleasurable fire tingled over every nerve, and a desperate ache grew in his loins

Button Mash felt like he was about to explode. He broke his kiss for air. His lungs scorched. Sweat drenched his body, but nothing mattered now besides sex. “D-Derpy, I’m gonna cum soon…”

Derpy Hooves kissed him again and drew him in with her legs. “Cum for me, Button.” She mewled, “Shoot it inside me.” His fingers circled faster around her clit. Her pussy was tightening, becoming even hotter and wetter.

The stallion opened his eyes, and saw Cheerilee thrashing in pleasure, hips bucking, legs quaking, and body jerking. “Oh, Vinyl, AAAGGHGHH!” She cried out. Her thighs clamped around the mare’s head, shrieking out a single high note of ecstasy. The sheer, unreal hotness of the sight hurled Button over the edge.

The heat in Button’s cock flared. It felt like a wave of pleasurable electric fire engulfed his entire body. He distinctly recalled feeling something explode between his legs to consume his entire body and mind. “Aaaa, Derpy, I’m c-ccumming – whoa!” His dick jumped. His entire body contracted. His hips bucked wildly. He cried out and moaned, surrendering himself completely to his orgasm. Derpy held him close. His hand on her clit clamped on her raised thigh. He plunged into her mercilessly. She was near her own peak.

“Almost there!” Derpy cried, taking Button’s hand in her own and rushing to her clit. Button grunted and winced again as the first jet of cum shot from his cock. Derpy felt him twitch and release, which drove her to rub harder and writhe her hips against the stallion.

“Aaah! Derpy!” Button shouted, eyes screwed shut from the intensity, “Derpy! Derpy!”

“Ugha, Button! So close! Ju – just a bit more and I’ll- - ” A hand clasped around her breast, and a hot mouth sucked her nipple. “OOOHHH MMMMYYYYYYY!!” The pegasus screeched, her body following Button’s and Cheerilee’s in orgasmic bliss.

Button slammed all the way into Derpy, unleashing another torrent of hot cum into her. The slick walls squeezed tighter, wetter, and hotter, milking his cock and balls for everything they had. He released so much that it hurt, but that only compelled him to press even deeper into his mate. Indescribable pleasure consumed them, yelling out uncoordinated grunts and moans of carnal bliss, their hot, sex-crazed bodies struggled against each other. The mare and stallion bucked and kissed greedily, open-mouthed. Her hungry, fertile, pussy welcomed every drop of hot, potent cum.

Climax gradually ended after several intense seconds, and the stallion collapsed atop the mare, both of them hot and panting. They snuggled together speechless for a long while. “Holy fuck…” wheezed Button, absentmindedly groping her breasts. “Button Mash dot EXE has stopped working.” The four ponies chuckled.

“That was… wow,” answered Derpy, looking down to see Cheerilee caressing her hot chest. Now she knew who had given her the last bit to reach her peak. She smiled at the mare, who returned it immediately. Button Mash tiredly rolled off her, pulling out his sensitive cock with a face. His brain was refusing to work. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Vinyl Scratch topless, eying him with pure animal lust.

With a mad glint in her eye, she said, “I am gonna have a blast with you.”

Cheerilee patted the horny mare on the shoulder. “Let him have a rest first; let’s not give him a heart attack. She knelt down at the stallion’s side and cradled his head in her lap. The sun cast long, orange shadows across the cooling vista.

“Sounds great,” panted Button, fingers intertwining with Cheerilee’s. “Boy, I could use a shower.”

Vinyl’s eyes lit up. “You ever tried skinny dipping?”

“No,” Derpy Hooves and Button mash answered in unison. The white unicorn pulled off her bikini bottom and dove in with a running leap. The trio decided that for now, they would soak up the sun.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading this! Give whatever feedback you so desire. Solid, reasoned criticism is always appreciated, even if what you have to say isn't glowing praise; I can take it. The characters have been edited to be proper anthros, just to end the confusion.

This chapter was edited by both Sayer and Nahamala. Props to them for making this chapter a possibility.

There will be more to come. Up next, some relaxation,characterization, and dialogue, followed by Vinyl Scratch getting her turn.

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Surging Surf

Chapter 3: Surging Surf

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Button Mash lay face up on a towel, flanked by Cheerilee on his left and Derpy Hooves on his right. The three were panting and sweating, flushed from their recent orgasms. The late afternoon sun, its searing heat now mostly spent, gently allowed them to simmer in its strong but not unpleasant warmth, tempered by the salty breezes coming in off the water. Vinyl Scratch swam naked by herself in the gentle shallows. The three ponies said nothing to each other, instead lying with their fingers intertwined, occasionally exchanging happy glances.

Slowly, sweat evaporated from the hot bodies and their breathing became slower, deeper, and more regular. Button tracked the time elapsed through watching Celestia’s sun slowly arc, and listening to the sound of the breakers gradually softening and retreating. With his eyes happily closed, Button smiled and suppressed a chortle. It’d be sundown in only an hour or two, and he’d complained of nothing to do. This, yes this he had to do more often. His penis was flaccid, spent from the loads he had shot down Cheerilee’s throat and up Derpy’s pussy. The thing was sticky with the combination of semen, saliva, and pussy juice evaporating off it. A not insignificant amount of fluid continued to leak from his for several minutes after his orgasm. His balls felt like they’d been emptied like never before. But that wasn’t the important thing. At that very moment, he was lying in between two mares he had known for a long time, and who were quite close to his heart. That fact meant more to him than the sex.

Derpy rubbed herself between her legs, fingering at her entrance. She felt something wet and sticky leaking from her pussy. Bringing up her fingers and looking at it, she made a face somewhere between amusement and slight disgust. “EEwww,” she said as she brushed the digits in question on the towel. “Button, just how much did you cum in me?”

The stallion opened his eyes and lifted his head. He looked Derpy in the eyes. “Don’t know; felt like a lot, though. Sorry…”

“Don’t apologize,” laughed Derpy as she playfully punched his arm. “It means you’re really potent.”

“Yeah,” said Cheerilee. “It means you’re a strong stallion, and could easily get us pregnant without the spell.”

“Thank Vinyl for that spell…” Button sighed. Silence returned. Button wanted to say something, but he didn’t know how. It’d sound stupid – almost childish if he said it aloud, like something a dork or an actor in a bad movie would say. Oh well, he’d already gone further; what could be the harm in saying something like that? He breathed, “Thanks for having sex with me, you guys.”

Derpy merely giggled before rolling over and kissing him. His arm caressed her upper back. She broke the kiss for air and rested her cute head on his chest, her bobbed blonde mane falling about like a yellow mop. Cheerilee responded, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. You have to take care of Vinyl and then me. After all, I did give you one hell of a blowjob.”

“Sure, sure, I got it.” He paused, but continued to pet the grey pegasus on him. “I can’t really believe that this is happening, though.” He moved his eyes left from Derpy’s resting form to find Cheerilee’s mantis green eyes gently gazing right back at his.

The magenta schoolmare’s expression was soft and kindly. “But it really is happening, Button.” Derpy gave no response. “Is she sleeping?”

“Dunno. Hey, Derpy, you awake?” No response. The remaining stallion and mare looked at each other and grinned. “And I thought the guy was supposed to fall asleep after sex.”

Cheerilee simply shook her head and muttered, “Typical Derpy…”

“I knew she was good at falling asleep, but this is bonkers.” The mare nodded. “Should I wake her up?” Cheerilee cocked her head and then moved behind Button. She sat up and rested his head in her lap, his dome of his scalp just touching her mound. It would have been a magnificent view if she weren’t still covered from slit to stomach by her fuchsia one piece, but her beautiful breasts, the largest of the mares present, stood out proudly exposed for all to see. While Derpy’s were by no means small, for that was Vinyl’s issue, they couldn’t be called anything but above average; Cheerilee was actually considered busty, even by the standards of the notoriously endowed Ponyville mares. Not only were they properly big, but they were perky and stuck out, unlike Derpy’s somewhat saggy pair.

Cheerilee began to pet Button’s head, face, arms, and torso, as well as Derpy’s mane and face. Initially, she wore a curious expression. Button looked her in the eyes, but relaxed and closed them, basking in the mare’s soothing touch and the sun’s lovely warmth. Her touch was so soft and so smooth that Button signed contentedly, prompting Cheerilee to make a little happy cute noise. He felt and heard the gentle breathing of his two mares. Derpy continued to doze blissfully, unaware of the two hands stroking her, sometimes in unison.

“Too cute…”

Button opened his eyes and saw Cheerilee beaming down at him. “What?”

“You’re too cute,” replied Cheerilee.

He looked down. “Y’know, I never really did think of Derpy as being cute, but I can see it…” He grinned. “If she’s cute, then what am I?”

Cheerilee’s eyes twinkled and she adjusted her cascading mane with a sing deft hand motion. “You’re not cute.” Button’s smile evaporated. “You’re adorable and you’ve always been.” He beamed.

“You’re beautiful…”

“Oh stop it, you. Please don’t suddenly fall in love with me until after we’ve had sex.”

“You’re blushing.”

“S-shut up.” Cheerille stammered, cheeks positively glowing.

Button chuckled, “I’m serious, Cheerilee. You really are beautiful.” He reached up and touched her face gingerly with just his fingertips.

“Oh…” A small gasp was followed by a peculiar smile as the young stallion pressed his palm against the older mare’s cheek and looked up into her eye. She made a motion over her heart. “Finally coming clean, Button?”

He blushed and sighed, “Yup. We’ve known each other for like twelve years now. And we’ve been good friends for five years. It’s not like you should be surprised; Derpy, when she was talking me into this, told me that I’m pretty transparent.”

She nodded. “I thought that you had a crush on me since you were maybe eight. You were always my little teacher’s pet.” Cheerilee smiled nostalgically, causing Button to bristle and blush. She continued, “And I’d let you be my assistant, help me with the little things. For a time, I was just indulging you, humoring you and enjoying how you really cut down on my busy work.” A sigh entered her voice. “I guess that I eventually started to really appreciate your company once you got a bit older and games weren’t the only things in your head.”

“You seemed to warm up to me when I was in what? Sixth grade? Had to be – that was the year when there was this big incident in Herat, Afgneighnistan with a Gothmog being summoned. It was all over the news. Anyway, I remember that I’d stay behind and help you with things, then we'd go to your house, have tea, hang out, and I’d do some of my homework. Good times…” They both smiled. Derpy fidgeted a little, but did not awaken.

The mare cupped the stallion’s face in her hands. “Thanks for being such a good friend that year. My breakup with Big Macintosh was… messy, to say the least.” Her ears flattened. He squeezed her hand.

“It’s totally cool. Do you remember what I said back then when you were really down?”

The mare scratched her chin. “I may not remember it exactly, because I was pretty drunk at the time.”

“We were both pretty drunk at the time,” laughed Button Mash. “What, with you trying to drown your sorrows, and then letting me have unrestricted access to your cheerwine.”

“You lush,” she teased.

“Hey, how was I supposed to know that it was some strong stuff?” He replied defensively.

“Okay, that was my fault,” admitted Cheerilee guiltily. “I mixed up the cheerwine soda and the cheerwine liqueur in the decanters-- didn’t help that it was your first time getting your hands on real booze.”

He put on an exaggeratedly serious voice and expression, jabbing a finger at her. “Shame on you, getting a twelve year old colt drunk, who was your student and all alone in your house with you, no less while you were intoxicated.”

She batted his hand down. “Okay, so that wasn’t one of my better decisions. But it was still fun, right?” Button nodded. “Besides, majority’s fourteen; you were pretty much a young adult at the time; it wasn’t like I did it with a really young foal.” PFTCH! Button repressed a laugh and Cheerilee realized what she had just said.

"OH MY!"

“Yeah… So, anyway, I told you that if I had a special somepony as beautiful, caring, and fun as you, then I’d do my best to make them the happiest pony in Equestria.” He blushed.

“I thought that was the sweetest thing ever. After that, we kinda became drinking buddies.” Button smirked at her phrasing. “Okay, fine, regular drinking buddies. Sorry for all the craziness that sometimes caused.”

He laughed and then said, “It’s okay. You more than made up for all that when Exie broke my heart in seventh grade.” He made a fist.

“What she did to you was very cruel, leading you on and then humiliating you like that,” soothed Cheerilee. The fist relaxed, but did not unfurl.

“On Hearts and Hooves Day, no less. I remember getting pretty drunk and hiding in your attic.”

“It wasn’t easy to get you to come down.” She gave him a glare. He looked sheepish.

“You pretty much lured me down with promises of food, video games, and saying that you didn’t hate me.” His voice was strained and he was visibly blushing.

“Of course I didn’t hate you, Button,” responded Cheerilee kindly and honestly with humor. “You were a colt who’d just had his heart broken, and been humiliated in front of his peers.”

“Thanks, Cheerilee. Sorry for acting like a fool.” He indecisively smiled at her.

She continued, “The difficult part was explaining that I own an SVT-40 rifle. Once I talked you into range, I embraced you and pulled you down.”

“Were you trying to comfort me, or stun me into inaction?” The mare paused, running her fingers through her cascading locks of pink rose. “Well?”

Cheerilee answered as she played with her mane. “I… don’t really know. I think it might’ve been both, actually.” The stallion’s eyes widened in realization.

Button muttered, “Well, we did become cuddle buddies and started shooting together after that…”

“You were always such a cuddle bug, even as a foal.”

“True,” he admitted shamelessly. He changed the topic. “We did a pretty good job of staying in touch after I graduated eighth grade.

“Mostly,” corrected Cheerilee. “You started community college and spent most of your breaks playing video games. Anyway, that was when I started to really treat you like an adult. Without the limitations of the student-teacher, relationship, I could really get to know you, Button. And you know, for such a nice, smart, good colt like you, I never got why you never found a fillyfriend. I mean, you always seemed to like fillies, and they liked you back.”

Button rubbed his face. “I don’t know,” he yawned. “I had them as friends, but never really anything more than that. I guess after Exie, I just didn’t feel like I could. Sorta like you and stallions after Mac.” She gave him an understanding look; they didn’t need to discuss it further.

“But not mares,” Cheerilee chirped with a wink, getting a chuckle from her stallion. “I am bisexual, after all.”

“Sooo, how did you and Vinyl get together? I spent a semester in Klopdahar, and I came back to find you two were a couple.”

“I went bar hopping during a trip to Canterlot,” explained the mare. “She was the DJ at one of the clubs. We started talking, things got hot, and come morning, it turned out that she’d been living in Ponyville the whole time. It started out as fun, but we’ve gotten pretty damn serious since then.”

“How serious?” Cheerilee couldn’t miss the tension in Button’s voice.

She carefully answered his anxious eyes. “We live together, Button.”

Button’s ears flattened. He looked hurt. “Do you mean…?”

“Yes, she’s a lesbian.” Cheerilee nodded. “We got the civil papers and everything.” She knelt down and kissed him. “But that doesn’t mean that we can’t enjoy each other. It’s not like I don’t care about you, it’s just that if you want me completely to yourself, you’re going to be disappointed.”

“So, I do have a chance?”

She smiled sweetly and kissed him again. “With me, yes, but get Vinyl’s okay first.”

“If things don’t work out, well, I guess there’s Derpy,” Button joked.

“And what’s the deal with her? She did take your virginity, and you are really close.”

The stallion shrugged. “I don’t know. Friends with benefits, I guess. Sure, we’re really close, and I’ve known her for even longer, and she’s a really special pony to me. But I don’t feel about her the way I feel about you.” Button felt something move on his chest. He suddenly realized that Derpy’s breathing and pulse had quickened a few minutes ago.

“I don’t mind,” said Derpy. “I don’t love you like that, Button, not that I wouldn’t mind being your special somepony…” He embraced the mare and pulled her in for a kiss. They broke apart, grinning.

Cheerilee smirked. “That settles that.”

“Yo, fillies!” Vinyl Scratch yelled. “You getting in or not?”

The stallion looked from Derpy to Cheerilee. “Shall we?” They both nodded. Cheerilee stood up and offered him a hand, which he gladly accepted. “On our way, Vinyl!”

“Don’t forget, Cheers, we’re skinny dipping!”

Cheerilee did not respond. Instead she turned to Button and whispered, “Can I get a hand?” He stepped forward, kissed her, and grabbed her voluptuous body.

“Certainly,” he said, grabbing a handful of her plot. She squeaked a little and grabbed his ass in turn. Even standing, he had to turn his lips upwards to kiss her. The stallion peeled the mare out of her strawberry red one piece. The swimsuit hit the sand. “Damn,” he whispered as he at last surveyed her nude form. She looked like one of those porn stars with the big breasts, thick hourglass shape, and voluptuous hips. They embraced at long last with nothing between them.

Cheerilee hummed happily into his shoulder, “Worth the wait?”

“Hell yeah.” Button grinned as he felt a new erection stir and then prod against the mare’s smooth thighs. He reached for the spot between her legs, but her hand intercepted his.

“Easy there, Button. You have to take care of Vinyl before you do me.”

“Sorry, forgot,” he said. Their eyes met. “Race ya!” Button shouted, rushing for the water.

“You’re on!” Cheerilee laughed, taking off after him. It was a desperate race over in all of ten seconds as the ponies ran full tilt for the water. The mare nipped right at his heels, but the stallion triumphed, leaping into the sea with a cannonball that splashed Vinyl full in the face.

The white unicorn glared. “Oh, you are dead, colt,” growled she, winding up for a big attack. Just then, a wave struck Button from behind.

“Gotcha!”

“Nice, Cheers!” Vinyl exhorted as a three way splash fight broke out. Chaos ruled for several minutes as every pony fended for themselves. Alliances rose and fell like the tides, as, sensing weakness, two would gang up on one, until one of the two betrayed the other, giving the one opportunity to recover and take revenge on their weakened foe.

Vinyl Scratch and Button Mash were pounding Cheerilee hard when they heard a battle cry sound from above. “INCOMING MORTAR!” SPLASH! The moment Derpy resurface from her dynamic entry, the other mares opened up on her with everything they had. Button dove underwater and made a beeline for the embattled pegasus. He hooked an arm around her waist and with some difficulty, yanked her underwater. She panicked at first, legs thrashing, but that stopped when her eyes met his. And so she followed him to what ought to have been behind the enemy’s flank. Then they resurfaced.

Derpy struck, her attack hitting just a split second before Button hit home. “Argh!” Vinyl and Cheerilee sputtered, taking a faceful of seawater. And so the battle entered its second phase, wherein Derpy Hooves and Button Mash faced off against Vinyl Scratch and Cheerilee. Both sides fought fiercely, and a good time was had by all. Naked bodies clashed, hug, and brushed as they exchanged grapples, gropes, and splashes. Despite Button’s considerable skill and Derpy’s powerful water-throwing wings, they lost, partially due to Cheerilee’s unmatched ability to maneuver and grapple in the water, but ultimately, Vinyl’s magic put out such a withering hurricane that Derpy was forced to retreat, leaving her comrade all alone and at the mercy of the murderous marine mares.

Cheerilee coiled herself seductively around the squirming stallion, her hand on his hardening cock. “Come on, Button, surrender and we’ll all get off.”

Vinyl magically pelted his face with another tsunami and then shoved her breasts in his face. “I’ll make it stop if you give in to my demands.”

Button squirmed and held out for a few more rounds, but his resistance was soon crushed. “I surrender, oh mighty warrior. What are you demands?” The glint in her eyes told him all he needed to know.

She kissed him before nibbling his ear. Button made a face and jolted, but was held fast. Then Vinyl rubbed her nude body against his and embraced him almost tenderly. She pulled herself close to his ear and then whispered loudly, “Fuck me. I’ve been in heat and nopony’s even given me one orgasm all day. Give it to me. Put me out of my misery. You know how we bitches in heat are; we won’t calm down until we get a pussy full of cum.”

Button smirked. “As you wish. Cut the bad porno dialogue and I’ll be grateful.”

“Hey, it doesn’t change the fact that insemination greatly alleviates heat symptoms,” shot back Vinyl.

“She’s right, you know,” added Cheerilee.

Button followed Vinyl to shore. “You gotta be kidding me,” he groaned.

Cheerilee counted, “Kid? You’re a pony.” Button facepalmed.

Vinyl scratched her head vigorously. “I don’t get it.” They were almost in water shallow enough to stand up. Cheerilee gave her a look.

Button explained, “Goat offspring is called a kid.”

“Oh, heh. That’s funny.” Cheerilee and Vinyl began to walk ashore, the former pushing along the swimming Button, who was too short to walk. Before long, they were all on the beach. Button headed straight for the towels, but Vinyl turned to him, licked her lips, and ordered him, “follow me.” Her hips swayed and sashayed deliciously. The stallion had to admit that for a mare with fewer assets, Vinyl sure knew how to make the most of hers. She walked slowly, deliberately, with and extra swing and spring in her step that drew the stallion’s attention. Here was a seductress who knew her craft.

Button followed her, hypnotized, the base of the cliffs. He was entranced with her soft, subtle curves, imagining the carnal delights they could hold, especially between her toned legs. He felt the familiar aching pressure in his groin as he realized that any second now, he could be balls deep in the sexy mare. Vinyl suddenly stopped, put her hands on the wall, and bent over at the waist. “Damn, you’re hot…” He couldn’t help but admire her, both in her sexy body, and how she was so direct.

“Thanks,” she said, tensing up her face in concentration as she got into position, Her horn glowing. Button felt the familiar sensation of magic on his penis, but he didn’t expect the almost radiant heat that suffused it, accompanied by the sensation of suddenly having a throbbing erection. Vinyl hummed to herself. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me.” Not the classiest or smoothest way to get the point across, but it worked.

Button approached her from behind, ready and willing to give her the rutting she had been demanding all day. He grabbed the warm hips and paused. Cheerilee’s revelation meant that this was more complicated that just simple, meaningless, sex. Suddenly, something hot, tight, and slick engulfed his cock, causing him to exhale and wipe his mind. “Mmm, feels good,” he said, pushing back against it. His body moved on its own, causing the first ripples of pleasure to greet him.

“Wow, not bad, Button. You got in first try,” Vinyl hummed. Button smirked. This was going to be interesting. “And not too bad; you got girth, but you’re not big or long enough to hurt.

“Heh, if you say so,” responded he, slamming his hips against hers. “Dayum, girl, you’re tight.” He shivered with pleasure, feeling the ribbed walls of the mare’s hot pussy tease his cock.

The mare purred, “Great thing about being a lesbian,” while lowering her head while raising her hips further. The sight of her tight ass drove Button to thrust into her harder. He rubbed against the top of her slit, brushing her clit. She let out a low, lusty groan, “Ah, that’s good.”

The stallion’s eyebrows briefly rose and he slowed his strokes. “If you’re a lesbian, then why are you fucking me?”

The mare bucked back at him. “Because heat’s a real bitch. If we don’t mate, we go nuts. Nature’s a real dick like that,” she growled. “Now, seriously, fuck me before I really do go insane.”

“Sure thing,” grunted Button, smacking her ass and pulling her plot closer. His fingers dug into the soft, supple cheeks. He had to admire the view, staring down at the lithe body of a sexy mare, bouncing against his own as his cock slid in and out of her. Her little pants and moans were undeniably erotic He surged forth, ramming her against the cliff. She hissed. Her fingers and toes curled. She waggled her hips, inviting him deeper. His own arms trembled in need and he thrust hard again into her hot pussy, involuntarily digging his nails into her.

Vinyl Scratch squealed, “Ooohhh, I guess you aren’t just cute as a button. Kitty got claws.”

Button Mash made a face. “Ugh, really?”

She chuckled, “You mad?”

He huffed and slammed back inside. “I ain’t even mad.” She ground her hips against his and then almost stood up. His hands clasped her breasts. He held her shaking body against his, feeling her breathing get shallow and faster every time he thrust in, with her hand on her clit. Her pussy grew hotter and wetter, seeming to suck Button inside without any resistance. It was like gliding through water that delivered a heavenly massage in response to every single little motion all over at once. It was a blissful, electrifying hell of softness.

Button Mash squeezed, drawing out another groan from the mare. He caressed her heaving chest, holding her close to him. Instinct took over again, he hungrily kissed her neck. She hissed, legs trembling slightly. He kissed again, sucking on the tender flesh. Desire – he had to claim her. The pleasure between his legs was building. His breathing became shorter and jerkier. Vinyl’s pussy got tighter and wetter, and she began to moan louder and louder. “Fuck, Button, you’re good.”

“Thanks,” he grunted, burying himself balls deep in the mare’s sopping snatch.

She smiled and thrust back at him. “It’s true. I can see why Cheerilee likes you.”

“Huh?” Button slowed, his eyes narrowing.

“Don’t stop; OOH, I’m getting close. I’ll tell you later,” she panted, bracing herself against the white limestone. “You getting close?”

“A-ahh – yeah.” Button’s body shook as he grabbed her hips, driving deep inside her. His body was on fire, almost. Lust and pleasure consumed his mind. There was that need again – that need to fuck, to release inside his mare. He was so close, so ridiculously close. Their bodies were primed like bombs ready to explode.

“Shit, do it hard; finish it, Button!” She frantically rubbed at her clit as Button desperately pounded his cock into her pussy in a mad dash to climax. Frantic, erotic, hot, noises came from both ponies. “Yes! I’m there. FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” The white unicorn yelped. Her body went wild, thrashing and bucking in ecstasy. Her core pulsed, grasping around the cock inside her. A rush of fluids met the stallion, his own orgasm almost upon him.

The smell of sweat, sea, and sex. The stunning whiteness of his mate and the cliffs. The blue of her mane. The heat around his cock. The warm body rubbing against his own. The pleasure overpowered all these. “V-Vinyl… Gya.” Button weakly moaned, hardly able to speak under the ravages of pleasure. Her tight, wonderful pussy teased as his cock, begging for it to release the cum from his balls. His hips surged forwards one last time. He threw herself around the middle. His dick twitched. He moaned uncontrollably, his whole body seizing into a blissful death grip. Hot cum surged forth, spurting into the mare writing, blissfully slick, tight, pussy.

They strained against each other, bound in beautiful agony. Their cries filled the early evening. The flesh gave its primal release of seed and fluids. And gradually, their satisfied bodies relaxed, slumping over in a fond embrace on the soft sand that cushioned them. Button Mash had Vinyl Scratch lying across his chest. She kissed him. “Thank, you,” she said. “I really needed that.”

He grinned. “It was my pleasure.” They chuckled, and his gaze wandered up to the slightly orange-pink sky. “So, what was that about Cheerilee?”

The unicorn pecked him on the lips and smiled. Vinyl explained, “I’m fine with you being her paramour. Just don’t get greedy, and remember who she belongs to. Let’s talk it over, just the three of us.” The stallion nodded. And with that, the mare’s head slumped down.

“You sleepin’?”

“Nah, you’re just warm.” They lay together, chatting like good friends.

Author's Note

Chapter 3 done! What do you think of that, folks? Once again, thank you all for reading.

Disclaimer: If you have a bone to pick with Vinyl doing it with Button despite being a lesbian, please take it up with my girlfriend, Nahmala, who is a lesbian.

More to come in chapter four. Cheerilee is going to get her turn to ride Button long and hard.

Thanks to Sayer, Nahmala, and electreXcessive, for helping and editing. Thanks, you guys!

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Onshore Current

Chapter 4: Onshore Current

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Button Mash and Vinyl scratch softly snuggled together on the warm sand of the shore, their fingers casually brushed each other’s bodies. They smiled, enjoying the contact and shared body heat. A small trail of sticky cum and wetness leaked from Vinyl’s used pussy. After a while, they heard footsteps approach by their crunch-hiss sound on the sand. “You two look comfortable.” Button opened his eyes. It was Cheerilee, back in her swimsuit again. Derpy was not with her.

“Yeah,” smiled Button lazily. “She’s soft as vinyl, even in places you can’t see.” The red-eyed mare glared and elbowed him in the ribs. “Ow.”

Cheerilee knelt down, smiling. “Did that hit the spot, Vine?”

“Totally, Cheer.”

“I told you that getting a real stallion would make it better. You were so dead set against it. Really, it’s not like your first time with a colt.” Vinyl looked sheepish as her lover addressed her. “Honestly, Vinyl, you do this every estrus.”

Vinyl stood up, looked the older mare in the eye, and said with uncharacteristic frankness, “But I don’t want a stallion, or anypony else, Cheerilee. I only want you.” The older mare hugged the white unicorn, who was still flushed, disheveled, leaking, and reeking of sex. “I love you, Cheerilee,” she said, resting her head on Cheerilee’s shoulder.

Cheerilee did the same, patting Vinyl on the back. Button sat silently on the sand. The schoolmare gave him a look somewhere between bemused compassion and an apologetic smile. “I love you too, Vinyl,” she whispered, just before planting a kiss on the DJ’s cheek. Button smiled and waved genially, an unpleasant twist forming in the pit of his stomach as the reality of things hit him. He got a very sudden urge to let the couple be alone, so he got up and began to unobtrusively walk away without a work. Maybe he’d chill with Derpy while he recuperated after inseminating his second mare with his third orgasm of the day.

Vinyl rubbed her cheek against Cheerilee. “Mmmhmmm. We’ll do the rest when he’s through…” Button’s ears perked up, but he continued his cautious, stealthy departure.

“Hey,” called a boisterous female voice. Button Mash froze. He turned on the spot. “Where do you think you’re going?” Vinyl Scratch waved him closer. “Don’t leave us hanging, bro,” Vinyl urged him, she and Cheerilee each holding an arm open for him, both of them smiling.

The stallion blushed pink and walked across the short distance to them. He tentatively put his arms around the mares. They instantly engulfed him, squeezing down warmly on his neck and shoulders. Cheerilee whispered in his ear, “Vinyl hates ponies that just pump and dump. And as for me, I won’t appreciate it if you only use me for booty calls…”

He hugged them back and answered, “Got it, ladies.” He squeezed their soft, warm bodies, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards. His hands gently trailed over Vinyl’s bare, slender back, and Cheerilee’s covered back, which was somewhat more generously padded, allowing his fingers to sink in somewhat. Just as he massaged the mares, they rubbed him and each other in their warm embraces. Then, spontaneously, they gave each other a quick look and a nod before turning their gaze on Button. Their expression was peculiar.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” His eyes widened and he pulled away slightly.

The heads closed on him at the same time. He felt warm, wet, soft lips press against his cheeks, followed by a heating feeling on both of them and between his legs.

Vinyl chuckled, “He’s totally flustered. So, shall we, Cheer?”

Button started, “Shall wha—”

“Definitely,” agreed Cheerilee, breaking the huddle and taking him by the hand. They began maching towards where the towels were, the two mares teasing the stallion held arm-in-arm between them.

They rounded the corner and saw Derpy sunbathing nude, her magnificent breasts bared to the world. Their feet made that hissing crunching noise on the black sand, cooling off in pale orange glow of the early evening. The grey mare stirred, turning her head to the source of the footsteps. She opened her eyes and gazed upon them, giving them a broad smile. She waved lazily, and Button returned the gesture.

“So, ladies,” he said, looking from mare to mare with a grin, “What do you have in store for me? Vinyl smirked at Cheerilee and mimed having her arms and legs tied together while gagged. Button’s eye twitched. Derpy grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

Cheerilee shook her head sadly and put her hand on Vinyl’s shoulder. “Later,” she whispered deliberately loudly. “Let’s just grab him one of these days. I’ll get the ball gag and handcuffs. You’ll get the blindfold and riding crop.”

Button shifted uncomfortably while Derpy interjected, “Need some rope and leather?”

“Derpy!” Button sputtered, seriously uncomfortable. He looked at the other two mares. “You guys aren’t serious about this, are you?” This prompted a flat look from Vinyl, who cocked her head.

“Duh, I’m serious,” said the white mare. “I totally love bondage… being tied up while my mistress ravages me…” Her eyes flicked over to the lightly blushing Cheerilee. “And ravaging the bound pony at my leisure, making them serve me, even when I’m taking them to new heights of pleasure…”

“I’m not serious about it, Button,” said Cheerilee. She grinned with just a few too many teeth showing. “Unless you want me to be.” She swooped in for a quick kiss, and then whispered in his ear, “Vinyl’s way into it. I like a little, but she’s a freak.” The stallion peeked cautiously over Cheerilee’s shoulder to see Vinyl Scratch shooting him a wicked grin.

Button felt a finger prod his shoulder. He spun round and came face to face with Derpy’s tits, causing him to recoil in surprise. “I um, don’t mind bondage, so long as nopony gets hurts.” She read his expression. “Don’t like it, Button?”

He took a seat on the beach towel and swished his hand. “Yeaahh,” he said. “I’m really not into that stuff at all.” The three mares gathered around him, seating themselves on the towels.

“Boring. Vanilla.” Vinyl stuck out her tongue.

“That’s me,” admitted the blushing stallion. He paused. “We’re not going to be doing those things today, are we?”

Vinyl snaked an arm around his waist and said, “Nah, I didn’t bring anything for that, and Cheers’d never let me hear the end of it.” She gave him a little punch on the arm.

“I’m just gonna fuck your brains out old school,” added Cheerilee.

Button replied, “You made that pun on purpose, didn’t you?”

“So what if I did?”

“It means you’re a bad teacher who must be punished.”

“Come on!” Vinyl whined, punching Button playfully on the arm before pushing him down by his shoulder. His head landed on Derpy’s soft lap. His eyes instantly locked onto her generous bosoms, but then met the mare’s gaze when she peeked down from over them. They grinned. Vinyl looked to Cheerilee. “Saddle up.”

The schoolmare looked up and down the stallion’s body and laughed, “Who am I? Applejack?” She stroked his chest and added softly, “Let’s give this poor colt a break before we give him a heart attack.”

Derpy looked concernedly at Button. Then she turned to Vinyl. “Did you break him?”

She snorted, “Nah, just given this little pony a lot of excitement.”

“Yeah,” breathed Button. “I didn’t even know I could do it this much. You’re sucking me dry.”

Cheerilee, who was sitting down by his shoulder, clasped a hand to his flaccid, sticky, penis, and began fondling it, whispering into his ear, “You still owe me a ride. You can do it just one more time, can’t you?” She slid her hand into the crotch of her strawberry swimsuit.

Button asked Vinyl, “Why can’t you just zap me with a sex spell again?”

“I can’t do it if you’re still totally wiped from the last one, and I just came, so that took a lot of magic out of me. I’m not Twilight Sparkle,” panted Vinyl.

“Please, don’t deny your favorite teacher this.”

“Not to mention only teacher,” teased the white unicorn. Her partner kept rubbing, but to no avail. Button couldn’t enjoy her soft touch on his exhausted member. All he felt was either unarousing brushing or vaguely pleasant friction, but none of it was enough to inspire another erection.

“Still his favorite,” countered the magenta mare. Derpy and Button glanced at each other, trading confusedly amused expressions with mutual resigned shrugs.

“Do they always bicker like this,” asked Button.

“They sure do,” answered Derpy. Their side conversation went on completely without comment from the two mares, who paid them the same attention as they would a particularly average raindrop on a windowpane.

The two mares bickered back and forth. They sat on opposing sides of Button’s torso. “What about his college professors?” The bystanders tried to not laugh, the one nestled in the soft lap doing far worse.

“Don’t count; they’re called professors.”

“They still teach. What’s the difference?”

“There’s a big difference between primary education and higher education.”

“One’s boring and you’re forced to do it. The other’s fun, with lots of parties, drinks, easy ponies, and nopony to boss you around.”

Cheerilee gave up on the handjob and withdrew. She stopped to look at the mess in her hand and mouthed something along the lines of ‘you gotta be kidding me.' “That’s why you were a student at Canterlot Commumity.”

“Still got my certs. What’s that got to do with it?”

Derpy leaned close to Button’s ear and chortled, “I never went to college."

“Aren’t they just like an old married couple, Derpy?”

“Yeah, I guess so, Button.”

Ignoring the laughing pegasus and stallion, Cheerilee facepalmed. She droned, “Vinyl Scratch, did you, or did you not, address the instructors at Canterlot Community Craft College, as professor?”

“Naw,” replied Vinyl Scratch with a lazy wave of her hand. “I just called ‘em teacher, mister, or miss; mostly just said dude.” She motioned with her eyebrows.

“Only you… Listen, did most of the other students call them professors?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And the syllabi?”

Vinyl hesitated, rubbing her scalp thoughtfully. “Instructor or professor,” she admitted.

“Exactly!” Cheerilee’s hands clapped together. “They’re technically not teachers.”

“But they teach, so it’s just a dumb name.”

“Seriously…” Cheerilee reached forward with her hand and wiped it against Vinyl’s cheeks.

The unicorn bristled. “Hey! Now you got his cum on my face!” She ducked down, pressing her face against the towel.

The earth pony dryly wiped the rest off on the towel while answering, “It’s already inside your vagina. What’s the difference?” Derpy Hooves sighed. Her eyes gave an intentional wobble. She sagged forwards slightly, elbows on her knees, propping up her round face in her hands. Button Mash, in contrast, was failing to mask a stupendous smile, just barely keeping quiet with red cheeks and a strained expression, giving periodic snorts and starts despite his best efforts. His hands rested on the thighs of the mares flanking him.

He smirked a little bit. “Y’know, I’d always imagined that Cheerilee would be…” he paused. “Um, mature.”

“Me too, but as you can see, Vinyl’s pretty good at getting ponies wound up.”

“You wanna make a bet, Vine?” Vinyl Scratch bolted to attention, her ears twitching devilishly to every sound.

“Totally,” she responded, licking her lips, grimacing a bit as her tongue found a few stray flecks of cum.

Her lover delicately slipped the straps of her bathing suit off her own shoulders and began to peel it down, off her body. Her terrific breasts came free with a jiggle before sticking out proudly. “Let’s ask Button what he thinks. I bet he thinks that professors are the same as teachers, and I’m his favorite one.” She leaned down, brushing her tits against his chest. “If I win, you have to eat me out.”

Vinyl smirked. “I bet that he thinks professors aren’t the same as teachers, and that you aren’t his most favorite one. And when I win, you’ll have to satisfy both Derpy and me.”

Cheerilee ignored the arrogance and the grammatical barb, but turned to the visibly bored Derpy Hooves and asked, “Derpy, no pressure, but is it okay if you get involved in this bet?”

The grey pegasus nodded and answered, “It’s okay, Cheerilee. We girls can have fun while our prince gets his strength back.”

Derpy Hooves sort of shrugged and drew a hand across her chest, looking away from the mares, but giving the stallion a peculiar look. “Nice,” thought Vinyl Scratch aloud. She and Button Mash watched hungrily as Cheerilee stripped naked, her voluptuous body being fully revealed in all its glory, freed from its tight but opaque prison. Her stomach had a few small bits of flab – Cheerilee loved her naturally curvy shape and took of care it, but didn’t torment herself over not having a washboard core, or not having fashion model slim hips. The erotically-curved hourglass sides flared out into thick, but not heavy or chunky, hips. Round, curvaceous thighs joined those, turning into substantial legs.

She cast her costume away. Button blushed as the eyes of all three mares met his. It registered as arousing; he felt a faint throb of something like desire in his dick. He chuckled slightly, though, because Derpy’s goofy face was upside down with her googly, yellow eyes and blonde mane just peeking over her breasts. Unlike the other two, she had a Caesarian section scar. She was buxom, but noticeably less endowed than Cheerilee and she sagged slightly, with a single roll of belly fat squeezed out by her posture. Vinyl was by far the thinnest and fittest, but her curves and assets were miserly by comparison. Of course, they were all the sexiest mares he’d ever seen in real life, and certainly leagues beyond anything he thought he’d ever get. Vinyl’s and Cheerilee’s faces appeared to be rotated sideways. It definitely was amusing how they all had their tits out, even while staring so seriously at him.

They all three asked him in unison, “Well, Button?”

“W-What?”

Cheerilee asked, while massing her bust, “Am I your favorite teacher?” It was frankly unfair of her to explain a young ex schoolboy's adolescent crush like that, and she knew it.

Vinyl Scratch flashed him a smouldering glance of bedroom eyes. “Aren’t teachers and professors totally different things?”

Button Mash froze. No exit. “I-I-I- I, um… Well, you…” He drifted off, his cheeks vivid vermillion.

Derpy Hooves gave him a reassuring smile. She laid her hands firmly but tenderly on his chest. Derpy spoke. “It’s not a loaded question, Button. Those two are just being silly.” He saw the fierce looks they flashed at her. Derpy answered those with an exasperated sigh. “Button, just tell me if Cheerilee’s your favorite teacher, and if professors count as teachers.” Those kindly eyes held no duplicity.

Button inhaled and thought it over for many tense seconds. It was less than a minute before he answered the pegasus. “Cheerilee is my favorite teacher ever, and I think that professors are the same thing as teachers. I’m sorry, ladies, but you each win one and lose one.”

Derpy giggled. The musician and the educator exchanged confused looks. She flourished her wings, grabbing their attention. Then she said, “You’re both half and half. So that means we’re gonna do both things.” Derpy stroked the stallion’s cheek and then set his head down on the towel to beckon over the other two mares. “Come on.” Button Mash lay there, hardly believing the spectacle he was getting to witness.

The other three shrugged their shoulders. Vinyl smiled at Button and stood up. Cheerilee gave him a kiss on the lips before wordlessly going over the Derpy’s towel with the others. They sat in a circle. The fuchsia earth pony mare said, “Vine, you’re going to sixty-nine with me. Derpy, lie down with your hips in front of Vinyl’s.”

Button watched engrossed as the grey and white mares got on their backs, thighs intersecting. Sure, they’d be enjoying themselves without him, but that was one of those things nopony bothered to mention about threesomes in real life, versus group sex in erotic fantasy.

Cheerilee moved her hips over Vinyl’s head and lowered her head between the unicorn’s thighs. Vinyl looked hungrily at her lover. Derpy looked slightly unsure of herself. Vinyl sniffed at Cheerilee’s crotch before starting to lick the moment it was close enough. In a few strokes, she found the clitoris, causing Cheerilee to shiver as her practiced hands began to gently rub around Derpy’s slit. The mare caressed the labia, thighs, and ass, grabbing a handful of Derpy’s cushy plot with a sharp smack that stung both sets of cheeks.

Vinyl kept licking slowly to let her marefriend attend to the obvious newcomer to lesbian sex. Her fingers found her own pussy to be already damp in anticipation of the pleasures to come. Derpy tensed up slightly, holding her breath, but not trembling. She’d never been touched in this way by another mare before, and her partner seemed to know it somehow. The first few touches were something new – soft mare fingers instead of hard stallion digits. Desire built between her legs. Cheerilee brushed against her sensitive clit with just a finger, sending a ripple of pleasure through her body, and a puff of air from her lips in a squeak.

Vinyl licked at Cheerilee’s damp slit, feeling it moisten with every stroke of her practiced tongue. Saliva mingled with that distinct smell of what was it called? Copulance? Whatever; the mare worked with long, slow, strokes around the soft entrance to get her lover warmed up. The first taste of her juices met Vinyl’s larger than average tongue, gooey and salty – not too unlike sweat. Pleased, Vinyl dug her tongue just a bit into Cheerilee's damp folds, slowly and firmly applying pleasure along the entirety of her lover’s slit. Cheerilee’s hips jostled involuntarily. Vinyl smiled before delivering a more excruciatingly slow, heavy, laborious lick while teasing in and out of the outer labia. At the very end of the lick, Vinyl saw the clitoris exposed and teased it with a single, deliberate, lightly flicking brush of the tongue across the sensitive tip.

Cheerilee gasped, pleasantly surprised at Vinyl’s uncharacteristically methodical, teasing approach. Her own fingers felt the wetness grow from within Derpy, and began to slip inside, slowly, one at a time. She was gentle, gradually working her way in and methodically figuring this new mare out. She reflected ruefully back on how easy it was to make a stallion cum; all they needed was some warm, smooth, compression, and they exploded, shooting hot cum everywhere. But mares were so much more complicated in that they varied a lot more, plus requiring a degree of finesse to figure out before they could be skillfully played and then made to sing like a musical instrument, to use a poor but amusing simile. At least they didn’t have to call it a night after only or two orgasms. Her index finger delicately trailed along Derpy’s front wall. It brushed against a small rough spot, causing Derpy to shudder slightly and deepen her flush. “You like that, Derpy?”

“Uh huh.” Derpy nodded, feeling that familiar heat spread throughout her crotch. She spread her legs wider and scooted closer to the other mares to give Cheerilee better access, noticing her upper body beginning to flush a more lurid pink coupled with occasional twitches as Vinyl worked her from below. The fuchsia mare’s touch… it was gentle, exploratory. And it felt good how the slim fingers delicately manipulated her sensitive spots as only another mare could. Derpy rubbed herself. “I like being touched like this,” she said, boldly taking the schoolmare’s hand in her own, guiding her through the motions.

Cheerilee allowed the pegasus to guide her as she absorbed herself in the mindless, deceptively simple primal motions. Two grey hands clasped at her wrist to keep her going. Two unseen fingers teased around her clit, coming close to, but never quite touching the sensitive nub, and occasionally teasing her pussy, but never penetrating her like she desired.

Vinyl Scratch raised her jaw upwards towards Cheerilee’s wet slit to press deeper into her, bringing waves of pleasure to her body. She threaded her hips between Derpy’s thighs and used her athletic legs to pull herself and Derpy together. She angled her hips to feel the heat of another mare’s wet pussy. At last, some stimulation, and not something she and Cheerilee did too often. Derpy Hooves faintly moaned as she rocked against Vinyl Scratch, pressing against her. Button Mash couldn’t stop watching the blazing hot spectacle of three sexy mares going at it right in front of him. The writhing, moaning, soft, feminine, bodies filled him with desire. His cock began to long for touch. He gently stroked the flaccid length, feeling it reawakening again. Hooray for the Coolidge effect!

Cheerilee had gotten a good rhythm going, working and rubbing her fingers inside Derpy’s hot pussy, her thumb and mouth serving her clit, keeping it moist with saliva and juices. Hers and Vinyl’s ministrations elicited erotic yelps and jerks from the sexy pegasus. Vinyl moaned, licked, sucked, and fingered her crotch with skill built from scores of hot, passionate nights together. Her lover knew just what to do; how to make her wet, how to make her scream -- how to drive her mad. And she was driving her especially mad, delivering pleasure, but nothing that brought her to orgasm – only things that inflamed her desire, bringing her lust to a roaring boil.

“Vinyl, please,” she begged. “Stop torturing me.”

“Then lick me,” replied Vinyl.

Cheerilee lowered her mouth to Vinyl’s dripping folds and did so. “Yessss,” Vinyl hissed, rewarding Cheerilee with a flick of the tongue across her clit, causing her to cry out and buck her hips against her lover’s face. Cheerilee quickly transitioned to a kneeling position and offered herself within easy reach. She unleashed a flurry of licks and kisses against both the needy cunts before her.

Vinyl loved it when Cheerilee dug in hungrily, lapping; kissing and sucking away. Derpy basked in the pleasurable feelings. Her hips moved on their own, pressing into Cheerilee's mouth, pressing against Vinyl’s. She fondled her breasts, tweaking and rubbing the nipples. Good feelings radiated from her chest and hips, coming together in her core. She cried out in joy. Cheerilee hummed happily from Vinyl’s, steady, dependable ministrations brought her closer to orgasm with each lick and stroke. She tasted the slightly bitter cum inside both of them and instinctually sucked it up.

Derpy’s entire body tensed in delight when Vinyl rubbed their slits together aggressively with the grace of a gymnast. Cheerilee focused her best attention on her, devoting herself to giving Derpy the most intense pleasure she’d ever known. The little moans grew louder. Her body shook. Every kiss, every lick, every suck, and every touch felt wonderful and made her want more. Cheerilee’s heavenly mouth poured all over her slit, but relished its finest work on her clit. She felt the pressure inside her building up towards its breaking point.

Her breathing accelerated, now coming in hot, raspy pants. She didn’t know that it was possible to feel so amazing so quickly. She tried to praise and egg on her partners, but all that came out were moans of pleasure. Vinyl and Cheerilee felt the trembling from Derpy’s core, and her pussy getting even hotter and even wetter as she neared her climax. Button stroked himself furiously, vicariously rushing towards the same end, if only he could yet reach it…

Derpy’s mouth hung open, freely allowing lewd vocalizations to spill from her throat. Her peals of pleasure shouted out to the sky, her brain fixated only on the ecstasy about to explode from her core. This was it. Her entire body thrummed with tension, screaming for release – to erupt in one supernova of sexual bliss. Just one more touch…

“Vinyl – Cheerilee – I-”

“Cum,” they urged together. With those words, Vinyl Scratch rubbed their slits together one last time, and Cheerilee sucked, licked, kissed, and gummed her clit.

Derpy’s pleasure shattered a barrier inside of her. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” She screamed in pure bliss, hips bucking wildly, frantically trying to get every bit of pleasure her lovers could give. Her legs clamped shut, locking Cheerilee in place. Climax. Language and logic ceased. Carnal ecstasy blanked her mind into a white void. Instinct made her cry out, grunt, and groan; she couldn’t speak! Her eyes screwed shut hard enough to bring tears. Her arms flailed out of control. Orgasm wracked her body mercilessly, even as those mares relentlessly drove to her astronomical heights of pleasure. Fluids rushed freely from her. “SHIT!”

Cheerilee ravaged her sensitive clit, combining a vigorous lick with a strong suck. Derpy’s entire form convulsed from the euphoric spike of pleasure so good, so intense, it blasted her like lightning. Her pussy writhed and contracted around that fabulous tongue. Her body felt so great that it hurt. Her lips unleashed her best primal scream. Pleasure beyond pleasure flooded every nerve.

Her unbridled release nearly sent Vinyl Scratch over the edge, but then, suddenly spent, her body gave out, and so Derpy Hooves collapsed into a barely conscious pile of contentment and post-orgasmic aftershocks. Cheerilee let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto her side. “I thought that’d never end,” Vinyl Scratch smirked.

"F-f-fffuuuuuck yooooooou..." moaned a very happy Derpy.

"Our pleasure," answered Cheerilee with a grin.

"Anytime," said Vinyl. The grey pleasured pegasus very shortly thereafter passed out into a blissful doze. Viny.l caught an eye of Button pleasuring herself. "Yo, kid, don't go busting a nut again before you've given my mare her fill, or there'll be hell to pay for sure."

"Sex dungeon for a week," threatened Cheerilee, steel showing through for a moment. The youth released his dick. "That's more like it. Now let us finish and we'll be right on over to help out good little colt." And with that, the magenta mare returned to her erotic ministrations on the white unicorn.

Pleasure radiated from the unicorn’s core. She trembled, “Cheer, I’m really close; almost there.” Sparks revealed the magic gathered in her horn. Button still couldn’t get properly hard. She squealed and squirmed in response to every single deft motion of her lover’s talented mouth.

Cheerilee lapped her tongue in and out. She teased the inner and outer labia. She kissed the lower lips with her upper lips. Vinyl gave as good as she got, taking full advantage of her nimble musician’s fingers to stroke Cheerilee’s clit and most sensitive spots. Cheerilee began to feel orgasm approaching, but Vinyl was so much closer. She dug her nails into Cheerilee’s back and plot, such abandon only exciting Cheerilee further.

Vinyl was moments from cumming. Pleasure threatened to erupt and consume her. Magic welled in her horn; she had to use it now. It glowed. Button felt the magical heat suffuse his penis, followed by it hardening in mere seconds. Vinyl lost control. “Fuck, Cheerileeeee!” She launched an arousal spell at Cheerilee at the very moment her orgasm smashed her like a blow.

An upsurge of pleasure hit Cheerilee from nowhere, but it felt like Vinyl’s magic, probably intended to bring her to orgasm, too, but in her haste, her aim was poor. As Vinyl tumbled over the edge, the white pony swore and gasped for air while she battled to keep her body under control. The surges of pleasure pulsed throughout her entire being, radiating from tremors in her core and contractions in her pussy. A rush of fluids squirted into Cheerilee’s mouth, but still the mares pressed on, giving their all to each other. The fuchsia mare dug into the white one’s squirming plot, shoving her muzzle into her crotch, giving frantic licks and sucks before the pleasure made her lose control.

“YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!” Vinyl screeched and wildly jerked her hips. She dug into Cheerilee’s crotch with gusto, giving a dazzling, frantic flurry of flicks and kisses all along her hot, soaked slit, and delivering a wonderful barrage onto the sensitive clit.

Cheerilee came with no words, just pleasured moaning and grunting, for her mouth, though delirious, still faithfully kept going. Maddening pleasure engulfed her, but not enough to make her lose control. Her toes curled. Waves of sexual release spilled from her insides, making her spazz and jerk. Lewd, erotic sounds flew from her lips without thought. She trembled and groaned every time Vinyl’s tongue gave her sensitive flesh another electrifying lick.

The two came down from their orgasms. Vinyl was barely coherent. Cheerilee was hot and much more lucid. Cheerilee disengaged and righted herself to cuddle with Vinyl Scratch face to face. the warmth and softness of each other’s bodies in the afterglow. The evening sun provided the perfect warmth and ambiance. And they laid together like that in satisfied silence for a fair while.

They eventually heard talking. “Did you guys break her? Is she alright?” The two mares turned around to look at Buttton Mash, who was pointing rather concernedly at Derpy Hooves.

“She’ll be fine,” answered the pair. “We might have gone a little bit too far, though. She’ll be up before long.”

They spied his erection. “And speaking of up now... don’t get too excited, B-Button,” Cheerilee admonished with a shudder as Vinyl brushed a hand across her slit.

“Don’t blow your load in ten seconds flat.”

“That joke’s been played out,” remarked Cheerilee.

Vinyl cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nevermind,” replied Cheerilee, shaking her head. She looked Button in the eye again. “You ready for me?”

He nodded, reclining back and pointing to his throbbing penis. “Eeyup. Let’s get it on.”

Author's Note

Finally, it's out! I apologize so deeply. I have been swamped by real life concerns and tasks. So, as a treat to you all, I wrote a lesbian threesome. I promise you won't wait this long for the next chapter. I know that Cheerilee and Button were supposed to bang this time around, but, well, from a writing perspective, this made more sense. And besides, what's the point of having extra females if they never do anything but have vanilla sex one at a time with the only male? This is my first ever time writing lesbian sex. I hope I did well, rather than attracting the murderous wrath of every single femslash and female fan in existence.

Thank you so much, my lovely editors and helpers, Sayer, Nahmala, and Midnight Dancer. Double thanks to Dancer for consulting with me over writing the lesbian sex. I could not have done this without you. Without you lot helping me, I couldn't do this.

To Nahmala, my number one fan, because of all the things you do for me and to me, I thought you would appreciate a little fanservice.

My good friend, exectreXcessive, has a new group for fics that deserve more attention. Check out Underappreciated Extravaganza. You'd do it for me, please? It'd make him happy, too. You might like what you see.

If you have any input or comments, then please make them.

Hot Button Beach Day will conclude next chapter. This time, Button and Cheerilee are really going to mash.

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No Regrets

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.

This is the first ever multichapter story I have completed in my entire life. Thank you all so much. If you have anything at all to say, then don't hold back. Any questions or comments? Lay em' on me!

I have many other fanfics to read. Some are cloppy. Some are not.

This is not the end. Stay tuned for just a while longer, because I have an epilogue in the works.

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Concluding Epilogue

Chapter 6: Concluding Epilogue

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Button Mash separated from Vinyl Scratch and Cheerilee at their home. He had to face this next part alone. His merry footsteps turned to plodding. He continued along the road through Ponyville. The street lights obscured his view of Luna’s lovely night sky. The hour was not too late, so there were still ponies out and about, but only a few, owing to Ponyville's lack of nightlife.

Button turned left onto a path that lead to an unremarkable apartment complex. He climbed up to the stairs and then headed for home. He stood just in front of the white door, 545 nailed to it in large, brass numbers. He breathed deeply. His mother would get the whole story. At least she was understanding, usually…

He opened the door and stepped inside. Milano was sitting in the living room, sipping a glass of red wine and watching tv. She turned it off and looked at him. “Hey, where’ve you been, Button?”

He stood behind the couch and replied, “At the beach, Mom.”

A twinkle entered her eyes. “Been enjoying yourself?” He nodded. She sniffed the air. “You’ve been having sex, haven’t you?”

Boom! He stubbed his toe against the wall in surprise. Button blushed, jolted, and stuttered, “H-H-H-how can you tell?!?”

She chuckled gaily, “Because you just told me. Besides, you stink like you’ve been in some pretty hot action.” Her son watched, his jaw crashing right through the floor and embedding itself in the foundations of the building. She patted the cushion beside her. “Well, grab a beer from the fridge and tell me all about it.” He was too flabbergasted to refuse.

Silence passed, during which Button Mash got himself a beer, poured it into a glass, brought it over, and drank some of it. The cool liquid washed over his tongue to cool his body and mind. The slight carbonation and bitterness scrubbed the last of the salty taste of the seaside, and the sweaty, fleshy tastes of the mares, from his tongue. Putting it down, he licked the bubbles from the foamy head off his upper lip. It was a good beer – probably some sort of lager from Zebricy. His mother and Cheerilee had made sure that he’d gotten his education when it came to booze. Corrupting influences indeed, but what was wrong with a little corruption? It certainly made life more interesting.

Milano and Button sat facing one another. She was wearing her trademark yellow and blue robe, and exhibiting her usual disregard for neatness and decorum, as she was slouching back in her chair, legs parted lazily, the top part of her robe almost spilling open with her appreciable breasts, though nothing was visible, not that he wished or looked; she wasn’t that slovenly. To Button, this was hardly worthy of comment; his mother worked hard, and it was her business how she chose to unwind. And there he was in nothing but swim trunks. They were family; they could not see each other as sexual objects, just like the tide could not defy the influence of the moon’s gravity. To suggest that their relationship was anything other than that of mother and son, was perverse lunacy.

Milano broke the silence. “So, tell me, how was it?”

Button blushed and searched his mind for the right words. “Wet.”

She chortled, “The sea or the sex?”

“Mom!” He quenched his shame with a swig of beer. "Both."

“Couldn’t resist.” She flashed white teeth.

“Should’ve known you’d pull something like this. Only you…”

“You know me.”

“This is why everypony thinks you’re some kind of memetic sex goddess.”

“Well I am, aren’t I?”

This were about to get weird. Button sighed, “If you say so, but it’s not always a good thing. Ponies go on about you and how they’d like to bed you. I don’t like seeing them hungering after you like a piece of meat.”

His mother took a small sip of wine. “Like I don’t know about all that. I’m flattered; I like the attention. For a single mare my age, who’s been through a divorce, had a foal… I’m still a mare, and I like feeling sexy – desirable.” Her son nodded. She continued, “And why shouldn’t I? I’m not old. And if they’re up for some fun, I’m game. Although you wouldn’t believe how hard it can be to get a stallion; they’re afraid of rejection, or they assume I’m taken, simply because I’m hot.”

“What about finding a good stallion for more than just a one night stand? Or at least one who isn’t going to jump at the chance to say I banged your mom?”

She sighed, “I wish I knew. Guys are everywhere. Good lays aren’t hard to find. Nice guys take a bit of tracking. But finding a gentlecolt who’s good in bed is like finding a needle in a haystack. And then finding one who has the nerve to approach me…” Her ears drooped.

“I’m sure you’ll find somepony, mom,” replied Button, smiling.

She made eye contact and reciprocated, nodding and answering, “Thanks. I’ll find somepony. Just need time…” Her ears perked up. Button sat at attention. She locked eyes with him. He took another swig to brace himself. “So, did you know her?”

“Who? What?”

“The mare who took your virginity, did you know her, or did you just meet her?” Button had that deer in the headlights look. Milano smirked, adding, “Or, perhaps… was it a stallion? Were you top or bottom? I thought you were walking a bit funny-”

PFTHBTCHR! Button spat out his beer, sputtering, “M-M-MMOM!!”

“A-HA HA MWAHA HA! I’m kidding!” With a flourish, Milano finished off her wine. “No more for me,” she said to no one in particular. “So, for real, who was it?”

The mother smirked as the son blushed. He gulped down the remaining three quarters of his beer. He reminded himself that his mom was just curious. The truth had to come out sooner or later. “Derpy.”

“No shit, really? You got free, enthusiastic, clear, verbal consent, right?” Milano Mash leaned forwards.

Button Mash nodded. “Yes, I always got consent before I did anything. They also got my consent, too.”

“Good. Don't forget, only yes means yes. So, who made the first move?”

“Derpy.”

Milano’s lip curled and she snorted, “Heh, no kidding. Not bad. So how’d it happen?”

Button explained, “Derpy, Vinyl, and Cheerilee were in heat at the beach-”

Her eyes widened. “Did you do it with them, too?” Button nodded bemusedly. He hadn’t expected her to take it this well.

“Yeah…”

“Touche, kiddo. How do you feel?” Her expression was unreadable.

“About the same, I guess,” said he. “I mean, the sex felt really good and we had a lot of fun, but I don’t feel like I’ve suddenly changed as a person. I don’t think I’m suddenly a stallion, now.”

His mom slowed down and nodded. “Did you use protection?”

“Does Vinyl casting a contraceptive spell on me count?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No, it doesn’t. I did tell you to bring condoms for a reason,” she growled. “And here’s why: Magic’s convenient and doesn’t mess with sensations or get in the way like condoms, but you’re trusting that the unicorn’s magic skills are good enough to stop pregnancy and diseases, and that she’s being honest. And if you get or give something, or knock her up, it’s your damn problem. With rubbers, you’re in control -- taking much lower risks; shit can still happen, but it’s less likely, and it’s more obvious if it does. It’s your health; I just hope that I taught you to make good choices.”

“You did, mom.”

"So do. Did anything come out of today?”

He scratched his head. “I’m unsure. Derpy Hooves said she wouldn’t mind doing more sexy stuff together, so I’ll take her up on her offer. But I did get offered a threesome relationship with Vinyl Scratch and Cheerille.”

“You what?” Milano’s eyebrows raised. She strummed her fingers.

Button repeated, “Cheers and Vine invited me to form a threesome with them.”

“Well, did you?” Her neck craned forwards.

“No, mom. I didn’t.” He sounded oddly triumphant.

Milano demanded, “Why not!?”

“Because I didn’t think I was ready or the right fit for it.”

She stared. “Go on…”

“I’ve never had a marefriend before, so I have no real experience with real, adult relationships. I don’t know how I’d react or how to handle them. Yeah, I’m physically mature enough to have sex, but I’m not mentally ready for all the other stuff, and that’s just in a monogamous relationship; I’m even less prepared for a complicated, polyamorous one.” His mother said nothing, but kept nodding slightly, encouraging him. “Also, I really want to be with Cheerilee, but she’s in a committed relationship with Vinyl, who’s lesbian. Essentially, I’d be getting in their way and interfering while always only ever being a periphery – it wouldn’t be good for anyone. That’s why I refused, even though I really wanted it, and they were trying pretty hard to talk me into it.”

His mother beamed broadly. “It takes maturity to know that you're immature and not quite ready yet. So, how did they take it?”

The stallion smiled back at the mare as he said, “Pretty well. They didn’t make any promises, but they said that my answer shows I’m conscientious and thoughtful enough to maybe one day join them. They wouldn’t let me yet, anyway. We’re just friends for now. I know I need to grow up and get my life on track before I get serious. And, really, I’m okay with that. Cheerilee, Derpy, Vinyl… I don’t know if anything will happen, but I’m not fussed.”

“That’s good. You're not quiet a stallion yet, Button; you're getting there, but still got a ways to go.” She gave him a half-lidded stare – bedroom eyes. “Y’know, you got what I’m looking for…”

“MOM!”

“Oh, fine,” she laughed, standing up before yawning, “I’m off to bed. Night, Button.”

Button rose and hugged her. “Night, mom.”

"Don't rush things." She went upstairs while he washed the glasses. He beat Devil Mare Cry 4 before turning in for the night. He did not sleep easily. He lay awake for hours pondering over if he was really a stallion, over what to do next, would the night have consequences, and over what his mother's words meant. Sleep finally found him just as the first birdsongs began to tweet in the early morning darkness of the first day of the rest of his life.

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Hot Button Beach Day

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Author's Note

It's done for real now. Thank you all for reading. Say whatever you'd like.

Now, I would like to say a couple things.

Firstly, at this point, it is unlikely that I will write a sequel. I wrote this fic just for fun, and I'd hate for it to turn into a chore. I also have minimal interest in writing a slice of life romance story. I'd likely be terrible at it, and I really just don't have any draw to the genre, It's not the sort of thing that appeals to me. I also don't want to start on a big, ambitious project, get everybody so hyped up and excited about it, and then be unable to carry it through to completion. Thirdly, what happens in the future is up to your interpretation.

Secondly, before I write any more new stories. I am first going to wrap up loose ends in my ongoing story, Racer and the Geek, which I hope to have finished by the end of the year. Other than that, I have a short trilogy of non-pony short stories, as well as a brief oneshot, I have written for class in university. I am waiting for until after the course concludes to edit, ponify, and post those stories. The trio will be posted as individual stories due to each of them being considerably different from the other two.

Thirdly, here is a word about what I am planning to write next. I plan to write an action adventure story, possibly in the vein of something like S.T.A.L.K.E.R.. The oneshot will give a taste of what's to come, so don't miss it.

Fourthly, thank you again so much for reading this story. It means a lot to me that you read my works, let alone like or comment on them. None of this would be possible without any of you, my readers and editors. Thank you.

Fifthly, I have many other stories uploaded for viewing. Go ahead and look at any which grab your fancy.

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