Misadventures of a Mare and a Button
"Poke." Derpy poked the button. The sound it made, a buzzy, warm sound, caused her face to light up.
"Poke." She pressed it again, wholly focused on the button, the source of the noise.
"Poke." There, it came again, that lovely, slide-y sound. Derpy wasn't satisfied.
"Poke." The sound got better every time, having a profound effect on her.
"Poke." Derpy loved it. It was entrancing.
"Poke." It drew her in, calling out to her to touch it.
"Poke." It was begging for Derpy's hoof to caress it, to make it feel good.
"Poke." She couldn't help it. It wanted her to continue and she didn't want to leave it unloved.
"Poke." Derpy knew what she had to do.
"Poke." She had to make it feel good. It wanted her to continue.
"Poke." The sound kept coming, indicating its satisfaction with Derpy's ministries.
"Poke." It was ridiculous, really, that this mare could make the button feel so good, and equally so that the resulting sound could make her feel good in return.
"Poke." Derpy's careful hoof was trying something new. It was less of a poke and more of a poke.
"Poke." The button greatly appreciated it, which was made known to the mare.
"Poke." Nopony had ever made the button feel as good as Derpy was.
"Poke." The sound was changing, getting higher in pitch as the button was toyed with.
"Poke." Derpy continued, fondling it with great enthusiasm.
"Poke." Something was happening.
"Poke." Derpy didn't want it to stop, so she let the button calm down a bit.
"Poke." She retuned to poking the button, abandoning the poke in favour of the more gentle, prolonged experience from before
"Poke." The button wanted to protest, but it knew Derpy was right.
"Poke." The sound returned to normal, but something had changed
"Poke." Sometimes the button would reward Derpy with two sounds when she pushed it.
"Poke." It was confusing her, but she was unable to stop.
"Poke." Derpy was lost in the heat of the moment, unaware of the impending finale.
"Poke." The button knew what would happen if she kept it up at the pace she was going.
"Poke." No sound thanked Derpy.
"Poke." The mare was confused.
"Poke." Derpy's ears were tickled by a new sound.
"Poke." It was sinister, a warning to wait.
"Oh." Derpy stopped, alert, waiting for a sign to continue.
"Poke." She finally tried again, this time rewarded with the beautiful sound.
"Poke." Derpy knew she needed to control herself, not to let it end too early.
"Poke." The sound was getting higher, even without the poke.
"Poke." Derpy was worried.
"Poke." Was she doing it wrong?
"Poke." The sound changed again, reassuring the inexperienced mare. Derpy continued.
"Poke." She needed to press it faster!
"Poke." Derpy knew the button felt amazing.
"Poke." She was feeling it too.
"Poke." The sound was telling Derpy to speed up, telling her that her thrusts weren't hard or fast enough.
"Poke." She rose to the challenge, increasing her pace and pushing the button as hard as she could.
"Poke." Derpy was worried it would hurt it, but the button reassured her.
"Poke." It needed this.
"Poke." Derpy's hoof began to tire, but her desire to please the button was too great for her to notice this mild fatigue.
"Poke." There would be plenty of time for rest when she finished.
"Poke." Derpy noticed yet another change in the sound. It was getting ragged, wavering.
"Poke." She needed to finish this. They'd already done so much that it would be a waste to stop now.
"Poke." Derpy knew they'd both be left unsatisfied unless they went through with it.
"Poke." The sound continued to change.
"Poke." Derpy heard desperation in the sound. The button was nearly there!
"Poke." She could feel it building up inside her like a rocket ready to take off and conquer the universe.
"Poke." Derpy felt like she could buck the galaxies into funny shapes and make star origami.
"Poke." The button felt the same.
"Poke." It was overcoming them, Derpy and the button both.
"Poke." Like a gust that turns into a swell that becomes a wave that...
"Poke." ...breaks.
"..." The feeling was divine, like nothing Derpy had known existed, let alone felt.
"..." The button was overcome with pleasure so great that it couldn't control its noise.
VRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOUUUUUUUMMM!!!!!!!
"...?" Derpy blinked, confused. What had just happened? She sat back on her haunches and looked at the button.
"..." It was just an ordinary button.
"..." There was nothing really special about it.
"..." Derpy sprang to her hooves and trotted out the door, content with life.
Vinyl walked into her music room. Something was off. She looked around, checking her equipment. Everything was fine, save for... the button. Her eyes shot open and she galloped across the room, expertly dodging random subwoofers and turntables and stuff. No! Somepony had used the button! The world went black.
Vinyl was found in a coma in her studio by none other than Derpy. She was subsequently left there until our favourite cellist, who shall remain unnamed for security reasons, rediscovered her and had her rushed to the nearest horse hospital.
Vinyl woke up a few years later and was fine, though her button no longer seemed to appreciate her as much as it once did.
Something about a wall with eyes.
