Looking Up, Looking Forward

"What took you so long?" the young pegasus asked as his eyes found Button. "I thought you were just going to the bathroom."

"I, uh, got lost", Button mumbled as he looked everywhere but at his friend.

"Whatever. The Witchcraft panel is about to begin. We should get going," the pegasus sighed before moving past Button.

A spark lit up within the young Button Mash; he had forgotten all the attractions and experiences available at the convention to the haze of thoughts produced by Canni. At the mere mention of the panel, his mouth turned into a smile, and he cheerfully followed his friend through the crowd of ponies around them.

Moving about the floors was dangerous for such small ponies. The majority of attendees were teens if not adults, and their hooves were constantly in close proximity to the colts' heads. Simply walking around was almost like a game itself.

However, small stature did come with its benefits. Button found his eyes constantly cruising upwards, tracing along the bodies of all the mares present at the convention. From his vantage point, getting a good look at private areas of the body was quite easy, and he found himself blush as he walked about. A tiny voice in the back of his mind told him to quit it, but the devil on his shoulder seemed far more reasonable to the young colt. Mares were quite pretty to look at, and what they didn't know couldn't hurt them.

Navigating the oceans of ponies around them was difficult enough, but as Button continually kept finding beautiful, pink lips with his eyes, he only made so much harder for himself. Within minutes he was mentally cursing at the growing erection between his legs, all while the voice in the back of his mind scolded him.

No matter how hard he fought, the stiffening rod simply wouldn't go away, much to his dismay. It somehow managed to grab the entirety of Button's attention, causing him to groan quietly to himself. His entire body ached, requiring nothing more than the simplest of touches to finally let itself rest, yet there simply was no way.

Despite his predicament, Button quietly followed his friend through the room, not paying attention to the words leaving his friend's mouth. All he managed to pick up was something or other about the card game and excitement for the panel. Even if Button agreed, he couldn't find the energy to answer wholeheartedly.

"Aw, what?" Button's friend exclaimed. "We really gotta be all the way back there?"

Button looked up for the first time in what felt like forever, and realized the two had reached their destination. An enormous, insurmountable crowd stood before him, all facing a highlighted table up ahead. Never before had a table seemed so tiny to the colt, and he felt his heart drop as he realized just how far away from the action they would be.

"This sucks," Button sighed.

"It sucks hard," his friend echoed. "Whatever, let's just go."

The two colts inched their way through the room, doing their best to move up ahead, but without much success. There was no room for the two to get any closer, causing both of them to swear quietly and stomp the rug beneath their hooves. In the end, the two friends settled on a spot with relatively good vision of the table.

"I hate corners," Button's friend grumbled. His flank was pressed against the wall, as moving even inches forward would see his muzzle buried in the rump of the stallion in front of him. Button, however, found himself with just a sliver of luck more. Not only was a pretty mare in front of him, but his backside was devoid of being pressed against any surfaces.

"It could be worse", Button mused, causing his friend to turn his head and glare. "We could be missing the whole thing. At least we'll see it happen."

"Whatever."

Button sighed and shook his head. In the same moment he looked up, the lights around them slowly went out, until the crowd was left in a sea of darkness. Only the table up in front was illuminated, and a single stallion walked up behind it, causing everyone in the room to cheer loudly.

Although unable to make out who the stallion was, Button found himself cheering alongside his fellow ponies. The collective stomping and cries of happiness caused his heart to soar, and he couldn't help but smile broadly.

As the stallion on the stage slowly lifted up a microphone, the cheers died down around Button. A few ponies were whistling sharply and calling out incomprehensible words of joy. Only when everyone in the room had fallen completely silent did the stallion on the stage open his mouth to speak.

"Hey there, hot stuff."

Button reared his head back in utter shock and surprise as the soft, smooth whisper crawled into his ear. Whatever words coming from the stallion on stage were drowned out by the hushed, excited voice lingering in Button's mind.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Turning his head revealed nothing but darkness, yet in that darkness were a pair of emeralds staring right at the colt. They were right in front of his muzzle, floating in the darkness in all of their splendor. Deep within them, Button saw something he had only seen once before in his young life, something still new and incredible to him: lust.

"C-Canni?!" Button whispered sharply, causing the mare to chuckle.

"I wouldn't want to miss this awesome panel, would I?" she asked quietly. In an instant, the two emeralds in the darkness disappeared, and Button gasped as he felt Canni moved around and behind him. "Especially not when my good friend Button is here."

Slow, steady hoofstrokes ran across his backside, exploring his young body and causing the aching within him to intensify. Each touch made his flesh shiver with excitement, and there was naught the colt could do to fight the growing erection underneath his belly.

"Just relax and enjoy the panel," Canni whispered into his ear, her words covered in honey and sugar. "I'll make sure you love every part of it."

As the final words left her mouth, all of the ponies around Button erupted into sudden cheers and whistling, much to his luck. As they cheered, he gasped loudly, his mind and body on fire from the sudden actions of Canni. Her teeth clenched down on his ear, nibbling away at his soft flesh, all the while her hoof grabbed a hold of his throbbing member.

"You didn't think I was done with you, did you?" Canni moaned into his ear.

No matter how much he wanted to reply, Button couldn't find a way to make the words appear in his mouth. The world was lost to him as Canni sent waves of immense pleasure and slight pain through his body. With each stroke of his rock-hard cock, she bit down harder on his ear, moaning each time she did so.

For a brief moment, panicked thoughts of being spotted flashed through Button's mind, but those thoughts were quickly dispelled by a firm stroke and loud moan into his ear. Not even his mind obeyed his wishes; Canni had assumed direct control of all his senses, and Button didn't object in the slightest.

"I missed this dick," Canni whispered as she increased the speed of her stroking. "I missed it just as much as I missed your mom."

All of Button's energy went to keeping his mouth shut, which proved much harder than the colt ever imagined. Each stoke pushed him to the limit as the moans welled up inside him, wanting to be released upon the world. His muscles tensed and he bit his lip while Canni bit his ear and massaged his cock.

"Oh, I missed your mom so badly," she hissed. "And I'm going to ravage her. I am going to make her mine, and I'm going to make you watch."

Button whined quietly underneath the mare, his balls burning with desire to empty themselves. His tense body and vocal frustration caused Canni to chuckle into his ear, and she increased the feorcity of her stroking.

"You like that, huh? What a dirty little colt. You want to fuck me, don't you? Screw me while I make your mom scream with joy?"

The mere words leaving Canni's mouth proved too much for Button to handle. Alongside her viscious stroking, he felt a surge of pleasure crashing every muscle in his body. His little balls shook as they sent load after load through his shaft and onto the floor, accompanied by the loudest moan to ever leave his young throat.

As if protected by Celestia herself, Button's moan was drowned out by the cheers of the ponies all around him. Shrouded as he was, he finally let himself go, collapsing onto the floor in a mess of moaning and panting. Canni's hooves left him, leaving only the burning pleasure in his body as he rode his orgasm to its end.

Despite the immense cheering, Button could quite clearly hear the giggling of Canni from beside him. Turning his head slightly, he found those two emeralds on the floor next to him, staring at his sweaty, shameful face.

"You haven't seen the last of me, kiddo."

Canni leaned in and gently kissed Button, a kiss he had no energy to return. Her luscious lips re-ignited the heat within his body, yet they disappeared seemingly faster than they had appeared, leaving Button with only the option of whining quietly.

Button watched as the two emeralds disappeared in the darkness, wishing he could follow them forever. They were so perfectly round and beautiful, and the lack of their presence made him feel hollow inside.

"Button? Why are you on the floor?" a familiar, male voice called out.

Immediately Button got up and turned to face the purple eyes of his friend, chuckling nervously as he did so.

"I, I, uh, tripped," Button stammered, quietly thanking Celestia for hiding his blush in the darkness.

"Are you sick or something?" his friend asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "You've been acting weird all day."

"I'm, I'm fine," Button exclaimed, nodding vigorously. "Never been better!"

A quiet sigh escaped the lips of his friend. "Whatever."

With his friend once more fully lost in the panel up ahead, Button sighed quietly in relief. His legs wobbled beneath him, but he fought the urge to lie down with all of his might. Enduring the pain of standing seemed to him a small price to pay to avoid any further questions.

As his mind stayed with the emeralds in the darkness, Button finally lifted his head and looked up at the panel so very far away, doing his best to pay attention. Yet this Canni had an knack for making his thoughts drift away, as if leashed to the mental image of her. No matter how hard he tried, actually listening to the talking ponies was impossible. There was only the echoes of Canni's sweet, honey-dripping voice inside his mind, calling out to him.