Looking Up, Looking Forward

Saturdays marked the first day of utter relaxation for the inhabitants of Ponyville. Not a thing had to be done, other than enjoying life and time spent with friends or family. In fact, Saturdays seemed to progress at a much slower rate than all other days of the week. Sleeping in was quite normal, with the expection of hard-working ponies such as the Apple family members.

However, one young pony was the first to open his eyes that day. Even before the sun had risen, his eyes sprung open as if commanded to, ready to explore and enjoy. His little lips curled into a smile as he realized what the day was to bring. This very Saturday was unlike any other he would ever experience, and as he got out of bed, he knew it would be a grand day.

"Mooom!" Button Mash called out in the darkness of his room. "It's Saturday!"

His words disappeared into the darkness of the house, with no response echoing back to him. The colt didn't let that faze him, however, and he quickly turned on the lights and exited his room.

It took only a few steps down the hall to reach his mother's bedroom, or at least the door to it. From beyond the wood came the sound of quiet snoring, yet he simply opened the door excitedly. It creaked slightly as it slid open, revealing the figure of his mother lying on her bed, fast asleep.

"Mom!" the colt exclaimed happily. "Get up! It's Saturday!"

The mare on the bed shifted and grunted, her hoof waving towards the door. Soon after, her grunts were replaced by further snoring and incomprehensible murmuring. Button didn't care much for her response, and he jumped onto her bed, throwing around the covers in the process.

"Get up! It's Saturday!" he giggled as his little hooves stomped around on the blankets.

"Go to sleep," his mother mumbled, her eyes shut close and body limp on the bed. "No school..."

Button put the edge of the blankets between his teeth and pulled them off of his mother, revealing her slim, beautiful figure. She shivered as the cold air hit her exposed body, and her eyes finally opened ever so slightly.

"Come on, sweetie," she sighed. "Go back to bed..."

"But it's Saturday!"

"Exactly..." Button's mother stared at her son in disbelief. Never before had he gotten up this early, expect for the very first day of school.

"The convention is today, remember? It's going to be awesome!" he exclaimed and jumped once more.

Gears turned slowly inside his mother's brain, falling into place one by one as her mind adjusted to being awake. Within a few minutes, everything finally made sense to her.

"Oh, the convention", she sighed. "Honey, it's opening at noon, we have plenty of time."

"But if we go now, we'll be the first ones to get inside! That'd be so cool!"

"Celestia strike me down", Button's mother mumbled. "Look, the sun isn't even up. Can I please enjoy my weekend for just another hour or two?"

Button raised an eyebrow at his mother, completely and utterly confused by her words. Today was the day of the convention, the very first and only convention ever held in Ponyville, and she wanted to sleep. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't quite wrap his mind around the concept of wanting to sleep on a day such as this.

"Let's go!" he giggled as he continued jumping on the bed next to his mother.

"Ugh, fine..." His mother yawned and sat up in the bed, wiping her eyes and scratching her belly. "Go grab your stuff, then."

Within seconds, the colt had left the room, and within a minute, he was back. Green saddlebags sat on either side of his small body, filled to the brim with things his mother could only hope to guess what was. Although her body was unresponsive, and her mind even more so, his little smile brought a chuckle from her.

"Get some breakfast. I'll be there in a minute," she chuckled. No more needed to be said; Button immediately left the room and hurried along to the kitchen, ready to get his daily intake of nutritious food. Granted, the cereal he ate wasn't all that healthy, but at least it wasn't the usual snacks.

After eating breakfast, the mother and son found themselves walking along the streets of Ponyville as the sun slowly rose in the air, casting a red carpet over the sky. No other pony was to be seen, and even the birds seemed to be asleep. The entire town seemed abandoned, yet his mother knew better.

"... And there's going to be cosplayers, and games, and I'll be with all of my friends, and..."

Sometimes her son's ability to talk impressed Button's mother. Every once in a while, his mouth seemed to open, never to shut again. But it was nice; comfortable, even. With the amount of time spent on video games, hearing his voice in such quantity was a rare occassion, and it was one to be savored.

Throughout all of his rambling, half of which she never really understood, she nodded, chuckled, and smiled, much to the pleasure of her son. Despite being quite the avid reader of comics and video game players herself, those days were long gone, and she no longer cared to keep up with the current trends or popular subjects among the youngsters.

"Promise me you'll be careful, okay?" she asked, piercing the never-ending stream of words coming from her son's mouth.

"Of course I will!" he replied cheerfully. "It's just a convention. Ponies there are really nice."

"I just don't want anything to happen to you. Those places are probably full of pickpockets and whatnot."

"Yeah, yeah. Oh! You know who's going to be there? Mr. Quill himself! Did you know he wrote..."

It took the couple no more than ten minutes worth of walking to reach their destination. A little ways outside of town, an enormous building stood in solitude, normally empty and abandoned. Now it was adorned with banners of all sizes and colors, indicating the various attractions and guests of the convention that was to begin later in the day. Such events normally only occured within major cities such as Manehatten, but whoever had planned this even thought Ponyville a fitting place.

Button's mother had always wondered why a convention would ever be held in such a small location. Granted, Ponyville did have quite the reputation, with it being the host of the Elements of Harmony, but not many tourists came to visit the place. How they would ever manage a profit was beyond her.

What surprised her most was not the choice of location. Rather, a small line of ponies had already formed near the entrance to the building, consisting mostly of colts the same age as Button.

"What in the world?" she mumbled as she looked upon the various ponies, some of them wearing bright and colorful costumes.

"Aww, I won't be the first one," Button grumbled quietly beneath her, his head hanging low.

"Hey, isn't that your friend over there?" his mother asked quickly, diverting her son's attention to a colt in the small crowd. Button immediately looked up and smiled as his eyes fell upon a familiar colt from his school.

Button immediately rushed forward, his voice calling out to the colt ahead. As her son's friend turned to greet him, Button's mother smiled warmly. With a friend around, the chances of Button getting into trouble would surely be much lower. At least, that is what she told herself. Deep down in her stomach, she knew the opposite was far more likely.

Knowing her son was beyond her reach at this point, Button's mother simply shook her head and giggled. Neither her husband nor her son would be home for the remainder of the weekend. It was fully hers to enjoy. For the first time in many years, Button's mother felt a surge of independance rush over her body, and it brought sweet energy with it.

"Hey there, hot stuff."

The voice behind her immediately forced her body to turn, a slight shiver coursing through her veins at the sound of that familiar phrase. What met her was a mare; a plain, simple, red-maned mare in a black suit. Yet this plain mare caused the heart of Button's mother to soar into her throat, lodging itself firmly in place and restricting her words.

"You, a-are... You?!" Button's mother gulped as she looked upon the mare in front of her.

"The one and only", Canni giggled as she bowed ironically. "Surprised?"

"I thought you were only here on vacation!" Button's mother exclaimed louder than she intended. Her face quickly turned red as she looked into those well-known emerald eyes.

"I was," Canni responded with a smile. "But now I'm back in business, baby."

Button's mother found her cheeks lighting up even further as the voice of Canni washed over her ears. The silky smooth words crawled into her body and lingered with such pleasure she had never known.

"Uhm, well, I hope, uh," Button's mother stammered.

"What's the matter? Lost your tongue, hot stuff?" Canni waggled her eyebrows and moved closer, until her muzzle was mere inches from the mother's. "You know I don't bite."

"I... I, you know... We..."

"Yeah, we had a lot of fun, you and I," Canni whispered. "Truth be told, I kinda missed you. Which is why I came back."

Button's mother felt her lips curl up as she lost herself in those green eyes, ready to get pounced at any moment. Her entire body shivered in delight as her mind went back, all the way back to that night at the bar and the subsequent events in her home.

"But I've got a convention to run, so I guess I'll be seeing you around!" Canni exclaimed with a chuckle. "And I will be seeing you around, won't I?"

Once more Canni mare waggled her eyebrows at the mother, before walking past the stunned mare, making sure to put an extra amount of sway into her hips as she walked.

"W-Wait!" Button's mother exclaimed suddenly, even shocking herself as she spoke. "Where are you going?"

"To the convention, of course," Canni replied casually. "I have to do my job, after all."

Canni smiled cheekily at the mother before walking on towards the small crowd of ponies gathered around the front door. With each step she took, the itch between Button's mother's thighs increased, threatening to take control of her entire body. Watching the round, plump flank of that incredible mare was nearly enough to make her lose her mind, yet she kept herself cool through long, deep breaths. Knowing herself as well as she did, the last thing she wanted was to pounce that delicious mare right there in the street. All she could do was watch as Canni kept walking away from her.

"Hey, kiddo."

Button had lost himself in his conversation with his friend, and almost didn't hear the somewhat familiar voice behind him. Yet he turned and immediately blushed as the sight of that mare from many months ago met his sight. He didn't quite remember her name, but her body was all too familiar. Every single part of it.

"Didn't know you were going to the convention," Canni said calmly.

"I, uh, yeah..." Button replied absent-mindedly. All he could focus on were the spectacular curves and beautiful eyes of the mare in front of him.

"No way, you know her?!" the light blue colt next to Button exclaimed. When the colt failed to answer, Canni took it upon herself to perform the action.

"Sure he does. Button is a cool colt," Canni giggled as she winked at Button.

"Can I get your autograph?!" Button's friend asked excitedly, his hooves already rummaging through his saddlebags, looking for something to write on.

"Sorry, kiddo, I don't do autographs," Canni replied. "If you'll excuse me, I need to talk to Button here."

The face of the light blue colt turned to a saddened frown as he looked upon Canni, but he kept his mouth shut. As did the young Button Mash as he found himself dragged away from the crowd by Canni, his mind replaying the events of that fateful night over and over.

"How have you been?" Canni asked politely once the two were far enough away from the crowd.

"Beautiful flank..." Button mumbled as he stared at the mare towering over him. "Nice mane..."

"Ha!" Canni reared her head back and laughed. "Seems you haven't forgotten me. Tell you what, why don't you pay me a visit in my office when the convention starts?"

All Button could do in repsonse was stare at Canni; his mouth wouldn't form the words in his mind. There were so many questions, so many things he wanted to say, yet none of them came out. The shape of her lips was all he could take in as she spoke, those perfect, luscious lips of hers.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'. Have fun at the convention, hot stuff," Canni said. Before leaving to do her job, she leaned in close, until her mouth was right next to Button's ear. "I'll make sure it's a convention you never forget."

Her hushed words caused Button to gasp and his voice to tingle all over. Lacking the restraint of the colt's mother, Canni stuck out her tongue and gently licked Button's ear, sending signals of pure pleasure into every corner of his flesh. Even his member found itself reacting to the stimuli and quickly grew in size.

"See you there," she whispered before leaving the colt.

Button was completely frozen in place and didn't quite notice the mare leaving him. Only when he found a moment of clarity did he find himself looking over his shoulder to spot her, but it was too late. Judging by the cheers of the crowd of ponies at the front door, Canni had already disappeared inside the building.

Instead Button found the gaze of his friend and the smile attatched to that gaze. Doing his best to hide his erection, Buton walked towards his light blue pegasus friend, a nervous smile adorning his lips as he walked forward. A million thoughts coursed through his mind as he walked, and all of them involved Canni herself.

The following hours of waiting was no cakewalk for Button Mash. Standing in front of a building containing all he wanted proved much more difficult than he thought. Not only was the general excitement of the convention growing by the second, as more and more ponies arrived, but knowing Canni was somewhere to be found in there was unbearable.

Despite his best attempts to think of anything but the plump flank of that red-maned mare, and the inevitable erection followed by thinking of such things, there was no fighting it. As the hours passed, Button felt his very balls begin to ache from simply standing around and doing nothing. Even discussing Witchcraft: The Conclave seemed impossible to the young colt.

And such the minute came where the doors opened. That exact minute felt like salvation to the young colt. The magical moment of the plain, glass doors opening was unlike anything he had ever experienced. No voice announced the opening of the doors, no grand event happened prior to them opening; they simply opened.

Just as the rest of the ponies around him, Button Mash rushed inside the enormous building, ready to explore a completely new world for the remainder of the weekend. The very first step inside proved as much as he had ever hoped. Banners hung from under the ceiling, and statues stood seemingly at every corner, setting the mood for the two days to come.

Yet, despite this childlike wonder and excitement, in the back of his mind, there was one thought nagging the young colt. Specifically the image of a grown up, red-maned mare with half-open eyes, moaning in ecstasy. All the rooms filled with tables for playing board games, all the booths selling various figurines, posters, and other assorted items were not enough.

"Button?" The voice of his friend snapped Button back to reality. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah!" Button replied nervously. "I'm fine. I just gotta go to the bathroom. Just keep going, I'll find you, okay?"

"If you say so." The light blue colt shrugged and kept walking through the crowd of ponies of all ages. As his friend disappeared into the crowd, Button felt an odd serenity wash over him, and a silence overtake the loud room.

As if guided by otherworldly forces, he found himself walking past ponies in costumes, ponies without clothes, and various booths in the room. The tingling from many hours before returned and intensified with each step, and Button felt himself shivering as he left the crowds behind him,

Despite seeing many cool, even amazing, cosplayers, Button kept walking. His little hooves hit the carpet beneath him, each piece of fabric bringing him closer to his prize. Even without looking at the map of the place, the colt knew he was going in the right direction.

Before long, Button found himself on the outskirts of the convention, far away from the crowds and vendors. Only the sterile floors and dusty walls surrounded him as he walked up the stars towards the offices of the convention. Despite his initial fears, no big, bulky guards wearing sunglasses were to be found anywhere near the upper floors.

All Button found as he reached the top of the stairs was emptiness. Long, boring-looking hallways were to be spotted, yet they made his body shiver with excitement. The colt didn't even have to journey down any of them, as the office he sought was right there in front of him.

"Canni Soda, Founder" the sign on the wooden door read. Those very words brought the blood in his young body to rush downwards and into his shaft. Even the name of the mare was enough to arouse both his mind and body, and it wasn't long before Button found himself face to face with the door, his little hoof raised, ready to knock.

One knock was all it took, and Button almost reared back in shock as a familiar female voice called out the words "Come in". His heart skipped a beat as he put his hoof on the doorknob, his throat growing dry as he slowly opened the door and slid it open.

Although light poured in from the outside hallways, the office was pitch black. Button had to stick a hoof in front of him, afraid he might trip over anything in his way.

"H-Hello?" he called out meekly.

Once fully inside the room, the door behind him slammed shut, causing the colt to gasp in shock and fear. The sense of sight was lost to the colt, and all he had to rely on was the remainder of his five senses. Yet those served to be unreliable, for Button found himself left with nothing but the sound of his own ragged breathing and the smell of lavender.

"Walked right into my trap, did you?" a female voice called out, seemingly from everywhere around the colt.

Button spun in place, trying to locate the sound. No matter where he turned, the quiet giggling of a mare seemed to come from right in front of him. His little heart raced at the sound of hoofsteps around him as he desperately tried to located the source of the noise.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you."

"I'm sorry!" Button exclaimed, his voice breaking as he spoke. "I, I just wanted to-"

"Wanted a piece of this?" A voice whispered into his ear.

Before Button could respond, he felt something wet on the inside of his ear. The wet flesh wiggled around his inner ear, causing his entire body to freeze in place as it sent waves of pleasure through his young body.

"Mmh... I've missed you..." the female voice spoke softly into his ear.

Button gasped as he felt a hoof slowly glide down along his body, stopping only once it met his vigorous erection. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make out a single part of the scene with his eyes. All he had to rely on was his nose and ears.

"That in particular," the voice chuckled as it slowly ran up and down the length of his shaft. "Oh, I've missed it so badly."

As pleasure shot through his body, Button wanted nothing more than to respond; in particular tell whoever it was to turn on the lights, but the words in his mind found themselves lost in his throat. He merely stood frozen in place, enjoying the sensation of the tongue in his ear and the hoof on his shaft.

"I'm going to have fun with you, and your mother, too," Canni's voice spoke softly. "I'm going to ravage her, you know?"

The tongue suddenly disappeared from Button's ear, leaving him wanting more in its place. However, the colt soon got more than he bargained for, as he felt that very same tongue occupy the place of the hoof. He gasped loudly as it licked all of his shaft and the flared tip of his cock, smothering it in saliva and softness.

"Oh, Celestia, that taste," Canni mumbled. "I need it."

Before the colt could answer, he felt a world of pleasure overtake his young body. All he could process was the lips of a mare wrapping themselves around the head of his dick and sliding down the shaft, coating his member in wet, warm saliva.

Each inch she took brought him closer to the edge, an edge he hadn't been to in many months. Despite his small frame, once her muzzle met his balls, he heard the sweet sound of an adult mare gagging in the darkness. The vibrations sent through her mouth and into his cock caused him to moan loudly, closing his eyes as enjoyed the velvet soft interior of Canni's mouth.

"O-Oh, oh, Celesia," Button mumbled in the darkness. His hips automatically thrust forward, wanting nothing more than for his dick to stay inside the expert mouth of Canni.

Whether Canni was actually the mare taking all of his member into her mouth, Button didn't know, but that was all he could imagine. It didn't matter, in the end, for whoever it was, was quite the expert at what she was doing. The slow licking of her tongue and quiet moans were more than enough to get the young colt off.

Despite his small size, Button felt his flared head pressing against the throat of the mare, causing her to gag so very pleasuably. All he could do was place his hooves on her soft mane and grab it tightly as he pushed forward, shoving his dick further into her mouth.

"C-Canni!" Button cried out as he thrust forward, his hooves firmly grabbing her mane.

Although he had only been going at it for minutes, Button found himself getting so very close. It had been months since his last release, and he couldn't control the movements of his own body. All he craved was right in front of him, and around his cock, and each swirl of her tongue only caused him to thrust harder into her mouth, enjoying every inch of her wet mouth.

Almost as soon as he had begun, Button reared his head back and cried out in pleasure, burying his dick as far into Canni's mouth as he could. His entire body shivered with delight and his vision went white as his cock began pulsing. Below it, his balls trembled as they sent load after load through his shaft and into the mare's mouth, coating her flesh with the hot, sticky jizz.

Canni moaned beneath him in such a cute manner, which only caused the colt to lose himself even further to the pleasure, sending even more waves of semen into her throat for her to swallow, which she did. The only sound to fill his ears were those of her gulping greedily as she swallowed each and every drop of his loads.

Before long, Button felt all energy leave his body, and he collapsed on the floor beneath him on his back, panting and sweating as he lay there. A quiet chuckling filled the air around him, followed by the sound of hoofsteps.

"Just what I needed," Canni said softly. "You sure know how to please a gal."

Once more Button found himself unable to repsond; he simply laid on the floor panting until a pair of hooves picked him up.

"You should go enjoy the convetion now. I'll be seeing you, and your mother, later."

Button barely registered the door being opened and his body being dumped outside the office. All he saw was miniature Cannis swirling around in front of his eyes, performing the lewdest of acts.

"Save your strength," Canni giggled. "We're going to have so much fun, the three of us. Your mother needs you too, you know."

Before he could even begin to formulate an answer, the door slammed shut in front of Button, and silence overtook the scene around him. He simply laid there on the carpet, panting as his swollen dick slowly retreated back into its sheath and hid itself. The click of the lock on the door snapped his mind back to reality, and he quickly got to his hooves, quite unsure of what had just transpired.

Although left with many quesitons, Button turned around and walked towards the flight of stairs leading to the convention, both his mind and body aching for more.