Author's Note

[Explicit] [m/f]
Contains: [Sweetie/Button]
By: Ragabash

[NSFW] Focus by Ragabash

Nervously, Button Mash held the controller in his front hooves. Staring at the screen, he was unsure what difficulty to select. The AI drivers in P-Zero could be hard and merciless and the highest level was a great challenge. Finally, after hesitating a bit, he chose exactly that one. He was still not sure if it was the right decision. Oh, it wasn't like he couldn't beat that difficulty. He did multiple time before. But the real challenge didn't lie with the computer drivers.

It was the filly that lay on the ground, caressing his thighs.

It was a strange idea Sweetie Belle had the day before. It began with her lamenting that she couldn't do anything with Button, while he was playing, since he hated being distracted. After all, he could only pass the challenges of difficult games when he was fully concentrated. She suggested that the distraction itself might be a challenge, which he just laughed off. Which distraction could possibly make the extra difficulty fun without being just annoying? He stopped laughing after her proposal. And he found that he couldn't refuse.

“Sh-Should we start?” the colt asked, when the confirmation to begin the race appeared on the screen. His heart was racing already and only slightly because of the game.

“Mhmm. I think you are ready,” Sweetie Belle replied with a naughty smile, looking between his legs. Indeed, the anticipation alone was enough and his small cock, brown like his coat, was standing fully erect.

Without saying anything more, he pressed the button. The loading time was short but felt like an eternity. His heart seemed to beat faster with every number of the countdown. As soon as the race began and he pushed the accelerate button, he felt the mouth of the filly engulfing his cock. He gasped loudly and instinctively wanted to look down, but he managed to keep himself under control.

Indeed, it was hard, but he thought that he could manage it. He stared intently at the screen and held the controller firmly in his hooves, as if he wanted to transfer any feeling of his lower body to his upper body. Not that it worked. He could feel clearly Sweetie's lips and tongue move along his sensitive erection, how she covered the hard shaft in her saliva...

Button began to moan and scolded himself in his head. Focus, dammit! He already made a few mistakes, setting him back quite a bit. However, nothing was lost yet. The second lap started, he was in the fifth position and was slowly catching up. If he didn't make any mistakes, he could eventually reach the first place and win the race.

And things looked good. He somehow seemed to slowly get used to it. He didn't fight his arousal but tried to ignore it, focusing completely on the game. And it worked.

Until the third lap.

Just when it started, Sweetie suddenly increased her pace, quickly sliding her lips and tongue over the slippery cock. Not only did the change in pace throw him off initially, it also made him approach his limit faster, which was not very doing his concentration well.

Sure enough, he made more mistakes, quickly going from the second position to the fourth one. But he tried to endure it, to focus and forget that his cute fillyfriend was sucking him off. Although the latter proved to be impossible.

Somehow, he managed it, catching up again and even approaching the lead. But he was also approaching his orgasm and he knew that it would be bad if he hit it before the race was over. Again, he didn't fight it too much, as his loud moans showed, but he still tried to prolong it a bit.

But Sweetie would have none of that. As if she knew what he tried to do, she increased her pace some more, holding the base of his cock in her front hooves, while she hungrily sucked on him.

He was so close to the goal, so close to the first position. But also so close to his limit. He tried to fight it strongly now, but barely could do anything. Too intense was the feeling and with her keeping going like that, he soon...

“Aaaah!” Button suddenly shouted as a huge wave of pleasure finally hit him. He dropped the controller and pressed his front hooves against the back of Sweetie's head, pushing her against his crotch, as he released his seed inside her mouth. The filly swallowed it all obediently, as he shot stream after stream of cum inside her.

As his orgasm subsided, the feeling of relief was replaced by sheer horror as he looked at the screen again. The race was over, but he was still standing before the finishing line. Not only didn't he win the race, he was in the last position.

He felt like crying and probably would have done so, if it weren't for his fillyfriend, who gave him a small kiss. “A pity that it didn't work,” she said, which didn't seem very sincere, considering that she had a huge grin on her face. “I guess you should practice more. And when you are good enough, we can do something more. Something where you're more... active.” She lightly rubbed her hoof between her legs, as if to emphasize what she said.

She was right. Practice was how he got good at games in the first place. That's also how he'd get good at this special challenge and the next ones she planned. Button couldn't help but grin himself. He looked forward to lots of practice.