Looking Up, Looking Forward

As the minutes passed, Button came to realise the panel was ending. Final questions from the crowd were asked, and individuals were slowly seeping out into the convention center. Whatever questions were asked eluded the colt, as his thoughts were someplace else. All he picked up was the cue to cheer and stomp his little hooves in unison with the crowd as the panelists bowed and left.

Roars of applause and joy made Button smile, for reasons unclear to him. Seeing so many vibrant and happy ponies around him just made him feel warm inside. Even his stubborn friend wore a smile that seemed unfit for such a small muzzle.

"That was amazing!" Button's friend exclaimed as the lights slowly came back on. "I am so glad we..." His eyes scanned Button's body, causing nausea to slowly creep into Button's stomach. "What... is THAT?"

Button gulped as he realized what the hoof was pointing at. The simple gesture made him feel far more sticky than his fur already was.

"I, uh," Button began, his eyes darting around the room. "It's, uhm, you know, I just uh... The p-panel was just SO good, right?"

Slowly, but surely, his friend's horrified eyes rolled upwards until they met his own. "Did you seriously... come? Are you for real?"

"LOOK, IT'S BATMARE!" Button blurted out, his hoof pointing at the nearest passerby. Without further ado, he spun in place and dashed towards the exit, expertly navigating the empty spaces between the teenagers and adults.

Strangers yelled angrily as Button bumped into them, but he didn't look back. His little legs were far too busy getting away from the trail of embarassment left in his wake. Down the hall. Sharp turn right. Slide underneath the stallion in the way. The further he progressed, Button felt more like a ninja than anything else.

Being a ninja certainly felt amazing for the few seconds it lasted. However, the sensation ended as Button spotted the ever familiar sign indicating the presence of the little ponies' house. A victory fanfare erupted in his mind as he smashed the door open and hurried inside.

Today was his lucky day, and he silently thanked Celestia for letting the bathroom be empty. With a relieved sigh, he slumped into the room, his little heart racing in his chest and his lungs burning.

Button walked in front of the row of sinks and opened for the hot water in one of them. Pouring the warm, smooth substance over his belly, and particularly his member, felt fantastic. A little too fantastic, in fact. He grumbled as the warmth inevitably led to a rising problem between his legs.

A sudden sound of flushing water sent a shriek through Button's mouth. He spun his head and stared in shock as a stall door opened, his semi-erect penis still held firmly by his hoof. Entire worlds of bad scenarios flashed across his mind, each of them ending in suffering and embarassment. Instead of horror at the sight of another pony, however, his expression quickly turned to confusion.

"C-Canni?!" he splurted as the familiar mare walked out of the stall.

"Oh, hey there, hot stuff," she chuckled, her eyes immediately falling upon his lower region. "Cleaning up the aftermath, eh?"

Button's cheeks flushed red, and he immediately removed the hoof from his stallionhood. "What are YOU doing in here?!"

"Making dinner," Canni replied casually.

"Ha-ha, very funny. What are you doing in the stallions' restroom?"

The mare chuckled and gently shook her head. "What are YOU doing in the mares' restroom?"

"This isn't..." Button mumbled as he turned to look at the door. "Oh crap."

"Aren't you the little pervert?" Canni chuckled. "Sneaking into the ladies' restroom, spying on us."

"Hey! You're the one who did this!" His little hoof jabbed his belly and the sticky fur on it. "My friend think's I'm a weirdo now!"

"Aww, I'm sooo, sorry. Why don't I... clean it for you?"

A loud gulp echoed throughout the bathroom, quickly replaced by the sound of light hoofsteps. Even in his current state of mind, Button couldn't help but simply watch and harden as Canni slowly walked towards him. Her eyes were half-closed, and her lower lip hidden by her teeth as she approached. Although facing her, Button could still see her plump, perfectly shaped flank wiggle slightly with each step.

"W-What are you doing?" he whimpered as the mare came dangerously close to his body.

"Shh, I'll make sure there's no mess once I'm done." Canni waggled her eyebrows once, causing Button's heart to skip a beat. Before he could formulate further words, she was already lowering herself down, mouth open wide.

Her tongue ran across his belly, gently licking away the semen little by little. The softness of her flesh on his and her hot breath on his flared head only increased the speed of his growth, until he was ready to go once more.

Despite faced directly with his erect cock, Canni didn't even touch it. She simply laid underneath him and licked away at his belly and thighs, Atlhough pleasurable, each individual lick slowly lost their satiating effect, and instead began fueling the craving Button both loved and despised. If she would only move her muzzle just slightly to the side, just a little bit.

"P-Please." His voice was quiet, lower than a whisper. More was never needed, and Canni heeded his call immediately.

With a beautiful turn of her head, Canni finally placed her mouth where he so desperately needed it. Both of his aching balls slipped inside the warmth comfort of her lips, vibrating as she simultaneously sucked and moaned. Button could barely manage a groan as the red-maned mare undeaneath him gently sucked and kissed his scrotum.

The entirety of his body felt soft, and warmth radiated from beneath, spreading into the air around the two in the bathroom. Life itself felt so very comfortable and fuzzy, as if someone had wrapped the world in cotton candy. In the back of his mind, Button giggled like a filly, but from his mouth came only staggered breaths and high-pitched moans.

A stray thought in the corner of his mind suddenly set off every warning signal in his brain. Only a few feet away was the unlocked door protecting him from the outside world. And that door could be opened at any given time, even by his friend.

"S-Someone could find us," he whimpered, which only caused Canni to suck more enthusiastically. The vulgar slurping and smacking coming from down below sent jolts of pleasure throughout his body, much to his dismay and enjoyment.

"M-Maybe we should... stop." Button couldn't quite believe he found the strength to say it, but his conscience felt a little lighter after the words left his mouth.

The minute he had spoken them, however, Canni released her loving embrace of his sack and slid out from underneath him with blinding speed. A sudden coldness swept over his genitals, and the warmth in the air disappeared, leaving him with severe goosebumps all over his body.

"Okay, if you say so!" Canni cheered as she got back to her hooves. An enormous grin was plastered on her face, and a little glimt in her eye lit up the air around her.

"B-But, I... I said 'maybe'!" Button blurted out, accompanied by a gentle thrust of his hips. Sadly, there was no pleasure to be found in the air, only coldness. "I meant-"

"You wanted to stop, so I did," Canni interrupted, her voice overly sweet and cheerful. "Guess I'll be seeing you later. Bye!"

Button stared dumbfounded at the mare as she turned around and began lightly trotting out of the room. As she moved, her tail swayed far to the sides, continually revealing her nether regions. A little, dark cloud appeared over Button's head, showering him with metaphorical rain and laughter.

Even after the door had slammed shut did he stand and watch it, secretly hoping Canni would indeed return. After a minute of confusion, annoyance, and a burning need for release, he finally yelled at the top of his lungs.

"THAT IS SO UNFAIR!"

Immediately realizing the impact of his action, he rushed out of the ladies' bathroom. Outside he was met with a world of noise, and nobody seemed at all interested in where he had come from, except for one light brown mare, who was rushing toward the door as if running for her life.

Button barely managed to avoid being smashed to pieces by throwing himself to the side. Never before had he landed directly on his own erection before, but he immediately learned just how sensitive a penis could be. Every single muscle in his body tensed up, his eyes went wide, as his stallionhood pulsed in agony.

Every part of the young colt's mind went numb from the pain, and not even his vocal cords would obey his need to scream. Instead, he simply laid there, fully experiencing every second of pure misery.

"Oh, goodess!" a soft, female voice called out. A young, white mare dressed in a beautiful, red outfit ran over and kneeled down besides him. "Are you okay?"

Button's teeth chattered as he forced a smile upon his lips. "I'm fine," he croaked.

"Let me help you up," the mare offered, sticking her hoof out towards him. "That was quite a dodge."

"You don't, uh..." Speech, even forming the words in his mind, had become a daunting task for Button. "It's okay. I, I just need to... lay down for a bit."

"Are you sure you aren't hurt?"

"Never been b-better!"

Every single atom of his very being roared in pain within his body and mind, yet Button somehow found the strength to keep up the dodgy smile. For just a second, the mare seemed put off, almost as if she knew.

"Go away, go away, go away, go away." The words repeated ad nauseam in his mind, louder and stronger with each iteration.

"Well, all right," the mare finally relented. "But be careful, okay?"

An adorable giggle, much sweeter than any he had ever heard, graced his ears before she turned to leave. Little butterflies appeared in his stomach, flapping about for a few seconds, before being violently crushed by the tornado of agony occupying the same spot.

As the mare walked away, despite the pain, Button couldn't help but admire her soft, sleek body. She walked in just the right way, showing off her beautiful figure and the classy nature of her mind. Even as he endured discomfort greater than he had ever known, he couldn't help but lust for that white mare in the red dress.

The sudden invasion of perverted thoughts relieved his body somewhat of its misery, and Button slowly got back to his shaky hooves, grunting and groaning all the while. The images playing before his inner eye only worsened the throbbing of his erect member, turning each pulse into a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Celestia, please, make it stop," Button mumbled. "Celestia..."

He had only ever seen the ruler in the flesh once in his young life. She had been present at some event in Ponyville a few months back. Thinking about her now, his mind immediately turned the pure, innocent image of the princess into something far more depraved.

"Ohhh..." Button closed his eyes and tried to force away the imagry, but to no avail. The harder he fought, the worse it got. All he could see was himself on a bed with the goddess performing the lewdest of acts to his small body.

"Come on!" he grumbled. "Don't think about mares!"

Turning his gaze upwards and out at the many ponies walking about was a poor choice. The thought had never occurred to him before, but Ponyville was inhabited by primarily mares. And in the hall in front of him were a swarm of mares. Mares dressed up as fictional characters, mares playing board games at the tables, mares here, there, and everywhere.

Some were slim, some were chubby, others were tall and a few short. But the fact remained that they were mares. Stallions were spreckled around the crowd, standing about here and there, but the sheer amount of mares in the building made Button's mind stop and his member throb.

"This can't be happening," he whispered. "Please, no."

Knowing full well the gravity of the situation, Button immediately began moving out into the open. He only managed a mere seven steps, however, before stopping and staring in amazement at a cherry red mare talking to her friends. Her quite large rump made his mouth run with water. It almost seemed to invite him closer for a little inspection.

"Come on!" Button grumbled at himself while shaking his head viciously. "Gotta get out of here!"

Unfortunately for the young colt, after shaking his head, his eyes simply landed on another mare, this one even more beautiful than the previous. Immediately after setting his eyes on this beautiful creature, he closed them. The inside of his eyelids proved little help, as the images of the real world were instantly replaced by those of his mind.

"Gah!"

Button reopened his eyes, only to be met with a more gruesome sight than he could ever dream of. The most beautiful, stunningly gorgeous mare with a lavender coat was standing right in front of him, staring him right in the eye. Her small, soft lips were part of a worried frown, but all Button could think of, was how they might be put to better use. Specifically on him.

"Are you lost?" she asked softly. Even her beautiful voice sent waves of lust through his body. "Is your mom somewh-"

"I'VE NEVER HAD SEX WITH MY MOM!"

Leaving a stunned and blushing mare behind, Button made a run for it. What had just transpired didn't register at all in his mind; that was occupied with the thoughts of everything he'd do to the mares around him.

At the far end of the hall, Button saw the sign revealing his salvation: the exit. All he had to do was run through a sea of steaming hot mares of all kinds, ignoring every urge arising in his body, and walk through the door. Simple stuff, really, if not for the fact that his balls were bluer than the sky and the oceans combined.

"AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

Button managed to grab the attention of everyone with his shriek, every eye falling upon him as he ran for dear life. He saw mares and stallions alike blush as they noticed his rock-hard dick slapping against his belly with each panicked step he took. Every mare in the room could see him, exposed as he was.

"They can totally see it, they totally can. And that's disgusting. What am I doing?! Everyone's going to laugh at me! Or maybe they think it's attractive? What am I even thinking?!?"

Each step took far more energy than the previous, and the exit never seemed to come any closer. In fact, Button was absolutely sure the hallway was extending, with the door moving away faster than he could approach it.

"Kill me, kill me, kill me!" His mind raced as he closed his eyes for a brief second. "Just get it over w-"

The sudden impact with something solid interrupted his own train of thought, and Button stumbled to the ground, the whole world spinning around him. Despite the force of the hit, his head didn't hurt particularly much, but it was quite unable to make sense of up and down.

He flailed his hooves around in the air, trying to find the ground. When all he found was nothing, he finally came to his senses and realized he was lying on his back. More importantly, he wasn't lying on a carpet, but dust and dirt.

"Yes!" Button cheered as he looked upon the convention center from the outside. With child-like glee, he rolled around in the dirt, internally celebrating his victorious escape. Dirt had never felt better.

After a few moments of coating himself in pebbles and dust, he got up, ready to get to a place of privacy: his own room. Turning himself around and away from the convention, he found the mocking stares of two mares, who clearly weren't very good at supressing laughter.

"No, no, NO!" he yelled, immediately setting off into full gallop, narrowly escaping both the hysterical laughter and more than good-looking bodies of the mares.

Walking through town was a painful endavour. Not only did he consciously have to dodge any and all females in an attempt to control his urges, but his balls kept calling for his attention. He was forced to spread his hind legs further apart than normal; even touching his genitals with his fur increased his desire to relieve himself.

Luckily for Button, the majority of his torment was over. As he had spent most of his day at the convention, night was slowly creeping upon Ponyville, and the streets were relatively barren. Still, the constant reminder of the fiasco in the bathroom felt like more than enough discomfort to the colt.

Seeing his home at the end of the final street was a precious gift to Button. Inside the sanctity of its walls, he could finally get rid of all his troubles. It nearly brought a tear to his eye to look at that beautiful house.

With the final stretch clearly visible, he set off in full gallop, smiling broadly as he ran towards the door.

Upon reaching the door, Button sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and reached backwards to remove his saddlebags, so that he could get his key. When met with nothing but thin air, his eyes shot back open. His saddlebags were in the convention center.

"You've gotta be kidding me," he said quietly as he stared at the door. "You have GOT to be kidding me."

"Looking for these, hot stuff?"

The familiar voice made him sigh once more, as he knew exactly who it belonged to. Turning around revealed no surprises; Canni was right there behind him, with his saddlebags sitting next to her. Her face was nothing but an unbearable grin, taunting Button as he looked at her.

"Yes, I'm looking for those," he grumbled. "Thanks."

"What can I say?" Canni chuckled. "I'm the sweetest mare you'll ever meet."

Her words didn't ring entirely untrue, but after the ordeal he had experienced, that compliment was not the first he'd go with. In fact, with his current state of being, the only compliments he could think of were purely related to her appearance.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Button asked as Canni handed over his saddlebags.

She lifted her right eyebrow high onto her forehead and snickered. "Take a WILD guess."

Button knew everything he needed to from the mocking expression on her face. She had an uncanny ability to annoy him with mere looks, but the meaning behind it and her words left his mind and, more importantly, body too excited to care.

"Can I join?" he asked softly, his eyes lighting up ever so slightly.

"Of course you can!" Canni cheered as she ruffled his mane. "Come on, let's go say hi to your mom."