Working with Buttons

Suri held a small grin of nostalgia on her face as she ran some fabric under a sewing machine. It felt good to be doing something that pretty much defined her as a pony once again. A few displays of her designs were set up behind her, showing off her skill. This continued for a short while until a knock was heard on her boutique's door.

Suri plopped down from her stool, and answered the door. Behind it stood a figure of a strange and largely unknown creature. The figure looked about a bit nervous, but regardless reached down and shook her hoof, saying, "Evening, miss. My name is Bob. I sent the letter about needing a suit for an upcoming event i'm going to?"

Suri smiled, and coyly said, "Mkay then, mister. Yeah, i'm gonna need you to take off all your clothes, otherwise I won't be able to get accurate measurements, mkay?"

Bob, still looking and now sounding nervous, replied, "S-sounds like a plan, ma'am."

Bob walked over to the stand where she was to measure him, and slowly began the process of undressing. He tried to be sensual about it, but the sudden increase in his nervousness made it look forced and kind of silly. Who cares though, he's naked now at least. Suri looked over him with a seemingly approving eye, but then shook her head.

"You're gonna have to lay down, mkay? My mentor taught me to do top to bottom, so it's a formula I kind of have to follow, mkay?," She grinned, pointing at a small collection of pillows that Bob would rest his back against. He did so, which prompted Suri to do a flick of her hoof so his cock was resting on his belly. Once this was done, she sat down on top of it, her marehood sitting at the base of it. She then began to take measurements of his head, which caused close contact between their faces.

Bob was beat red at this point. He had psyched himself up beforehand and was almost certain that he could do this as sexy as he damn well could, but as soon as he'd seen the mare and the camera, all sense of confidence had drained from him. He squirmed about a bit under her, eventually stuttering out, "M-ma'am? You're, uh... Kind of s-sitting on my penis."

Suri raised an eyebrow at this, but smiled slyly nonetheless, "It's just about to get to the good part, mkay. It's not often a nice and strong young male waddles into my boutique, mkay."

She then began to grind her hips onto his cock, stroking it with her marehood. At this point, she herself had been decently turned on, making her wink as well. This caused Bob to moan out, albeit in a somewhat girly way. He was kind of embarrassing himself at this point. Damn, did it ever feel good, though.

After his member was at full mast and coated in her juices, she began to slide down his body. She left a trail of gentle kisses down his body until her muzzle was above his cock. She looked up into his eyes as she slid her tongue from the base all the way up to the tip. When she reached the tip, she gave his head a kiss. She then slowly started working down his penis, swirling her tongue all around it and would give hard sucks on and off, almost like switching a vacuum on and off every few seconds.

Bob was euphoric at this point. His nervousness had dissipated, and what had replaced it was his most primal of all instincts. The feeling of her suckling on him made his head swirl, and he'd let out a bit of a moan every now and then, which luckily sounded more masculine than their predecessor. He put his hand on the back of her head to help her in her movements. The sounds of his grunts and her suckling filled the room. Pretty soon, she had worked him through to the point where he couldn't handle it anymore, and he unloaded his seed into her cock holster. She thought she had swallowed all of it, only for a few more spurts to land on her face when she took her mouth off his penis.

"Tasted pretty good, actually. We're not done yet though, mkay," she said as she turned around on his body, and presented her winking pussy for him to see. He got the silent message perfectly for what she wished of him to do, and he needed to get his dick back up and ready to roll again anyway.

He reached forward and massaged her plush pink cheeks. She moaned a bit at this, and pressed back against his hands. He blew hot air onto her pussy a couple times, just to watch it wink at him. He didn't know why, but he found this oddly amusing. Kind of like putting salt on frog legs, but... Different. After his small bout of teasing, he dove forward and proceeded to pleasure her as she had done to him. He spelled the alphabet, and would spend a moment sucking on her clit in-between each letter he would spell out.

She seemed to be reacting well to this treatment, but he felt as if something were missing. Then a thought occurred to him, one that happened to be right in view at the moment. He took his left hand from massaging her cheek, gave her a quick spank which she moaned to, and then began to probe at her anus with his thumb. She gasped at this, not expecting this turn of events. She still giggled at this though, as more pleasure began to invade her senses.

At this point, all this visual stimulant was enough for ol' Bob to get up and ready to go again. Time for the climatic scene. Bob, still massaging Suri's fanny, stoop up and began to loom over her backside with a grin. Time for the REAL fun to begin. He positioned his dick at her lips and prodded at them. He kept a hand on her back to keep her from backing up, something she was pretty irritated about.

"Like, what're you doing? Quite teasing and put it in already, mkay," Suri griped, giving him an annoyed look.

"I want you to beg for it," Bob replied, his shit-eating grin growing bigger.

Suri blushed and frowned a bit at this, not really liking to be the submissive one. She had just recently had control over Coco, after all. She didn't want to prolong this for any longer though, so she swallowed her pride and begged, "C-could you please... F-fuck me, m-mkay?"

Bob's grin was now an open-mouthed one as the group of perverted cowboys shot off their sixshooters in his head in merriment and victory. Now was not the time to celebrate and dilly dally, however. He had a mare with a hungry-for-dick salmon canyon in front of him, and he'd be damned if he would pass up the invitation. He pressed his hips forward, piercing her walls. She left out a moan, and with his hand returned to his flank, began to press back onto him.

Bob bent down so his face was next to her own, and so that he could put his best effort forward for this. He always had been one to tackle things full-force, even when he incredibly disliked certain said things. Like tennis in high school... God damn tennis. Anywho, back on subject, Bob began thrusting into her at a fast and uncontrollable rate. He would pull his member back to where it was just his head remaining inside of her, and would then thrust back into her as hard as he could. Their moans filled the room, alongside the slapping sound that would emanate when his hips met her backside. At this moment, the both of them knew, they would let loose at the same time.

Let loose at the same time they did, indeed. Suri's body quivered and shook under him as a flood of her juices shot out of her, to join the rest of the liquid that had accumulated on the floor around them. All the quivering pushed Bob over the edge too, and with one final hard thrust, shot spurt after spurt of his semen into her. She was filled, too, as quite a bit of it leaked out of her snatch when he pulled out.

The two laid down next to each other on the pillows, positively wiped out from all the work. Bob gave her a kiss on the cheek, and everything dimmed.

*clack* And, cut!

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"Working with Buttons" turned out to be a pretty successful film, which raked in the both of them plenty of money. With the inclusion of some of her designs in the film, Suri's reputation got a smidge bit cleaner, and she got a job working under Prim Hemline as an assistant. With his bits, Bob bought as house in Manehattan, so he could be away from that marshmallow menace for good. That wasn't the only reason, however. Bob and Suri had talked on set, and had found common ground in their dislike of Rarity. From there, the foundation for a lifelong relationship sprung forth. Suri would go on to become a designer of moderate fame, and was assisted by her husband Bob, who worked as an underling for her.