“Button Mash, can you please stay today?”

Button stopped as he faced the back of the classroom. He had successfully avoided Cheerilee the day before, but this time had gotten distracted while talking to Scootaloo about Brawl, and now was the last to leave. He swallowed hard and turned around, his bag in one hand as he clenched its top strap tight. “W-what do you need, Cheerilee?”

The pink mare held her hands up. “I won’t try to get you to open up, or talk about Love, but I thought you might want to ask me a few questions about that night. If you’re feeling up to it, that is.”

Button shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he now looked to the ground. There was a part of him that wanted her to pry. If she made him mad, he might yell, scream, things he thought he wanted to do. It was a distant part of him though. “I don’t really know if I do.”

“Not even about the letters?”

Button let the backpack fall as he thought back to the envelopes, and all of the discussion of… him. It was something he hadn’t focused on, but they weren’t just his mother’s praise, but also his mother requesting he be watched. “Why? Why were they there?”

Cheerilee nodded and leaned back against her desk. Her and Love Tap had discussed sharing this little secret with him before, but to now have to do it, especially by herself… “Those letters go alot farther back than what I let you see. It was a program to make sure you were growing as you should, and to make sure your teachers were more attentive to how you behaved.”

Button walked down the aisle, biting his lip as he got closer. “I-is that why you were always so nice to me?”

She shook her head and gripped into the desk tighter. Cheerilee needed him not to think she was an enemy, or anything of that sort, if she were going to be able to help him. “No, it wasn’t. While it made me first take notice of you, it was your charm and kindness that made me care for you as I do. If you had looked at more of them, you would have seen that, as few of them were negative, despite everypony’s worry they would be.”

Button took in a sharp breath. Why would other ponies think he would be a troublemaker? Or was it that they thought he would simply be bad at school? “Why exactly did it begin though?”

Cheerilee stepped closer and put her hands onto Button’s shoulders before looking into his orange eyes. They were so different from anypony else’s, but still so nice. “Because unlike almost any other pony Ponyville had seen, you liked video games. Not only that, but you adored them. So many times your classmates tried getting you to go out, and you would just stay inside to play games with Love Tap instead. We were afraid you would grow up to be incapable of making friends.”

“But I can.”

Cheerilee smiled at that, and tilted her head slightly as she beamed at him. “You did, and so your mother’s and I’s correspondence became that of friends with a mutual interest. Us wanting to help the social side of you grow, before anything went wrong.”

Button looked down. He didn’t really like hearing that his mother worried about something so basic, especially after he had done so well with Diamond Tiara the day before. Then again, without his mother or Cheerilee pushing him to go outside… would he ever have? He looked back up as Cheerilee touched the side of his face.

“One of the reasons I wanted to show you those letters was to remind you not to become a shell. I know you’re with Rumble most of the time, but I also know that you two aren’t really doing much in that empty house. So please, keep seeing others, okay?”

Button took in a deep breath, before nodding. He didn’t think he really needed the reminder, but to know that she had just been worried… it was nice. “Thank you, Cheerilee.”

She nodded, and started to trot back to behind her desk. “Now, why don’t you run off and have some fun?”

He nodded, before running out of the room with his backpack. He didn’t quite know what he would do, but she was right. He had the rest of the day to relax, and a wish for more boobs to see about getting fulfilled. A blush came over Button’s cheeks as he thought about it, and the succubus’s snarky comment about him seeming to finally remember that he was indeed a stallion.

His hooves began down the corridor, before seeing Snips and Snails ran past him, a purple bikini top in hand. Snips turned to his compadre and yelled, “I told you we would get killed trying to join Sham’s club!”

Snails looked into seemingly the sky, and only didn’t run into a wall because he was being dragged by Snips. “Yeah, but boobs.”

Button Mash blinked once as he watched them, his mind trying to process what had happened. He had heard of the Flim Flam’s other brother, Sham, having opened up a club, and that any girl who heard about it hated it, but he had never tried looking into it. What he couldn’t figure out, was why they were-

Crash!

Button groaned as he regained his senses. Something had barreled into him, possibly going hypersonic from just how much it hurt. The clatter of something made him look up, and he saw a scooter crash to the ground. Shifting his head also made the modest bust his face was in far more apparent. His cheeks grew crimson as his mind began to work, and he was so happy it did. His hands had started acting on their own, and if not for the sudden wake up, he may have ended up grabbing Scootaloo’s taut, but small, bosom.

Scootaloo’s fist came down next to his head as he heard her growl, “Damnit!” She then looked down, which caused him to swallow hard, especially since he was still having a hard time looking away from Scootaloo’s hard, pointed nipples. She turned a bit red at seeing him, and slung an arm around herself as she rolled away.

Button wasn’t done blushing though, as the pegasus had landed on her hands and knees, with her tight, small rump pointed right at him. Normally clad in tight shorts, Scootaloo’s ass was already a wonder to most stallions. When only in the purple swimsuit she wore that was so tight that the fabric sank into her crotch and outlined it, at least right now, it was damn near irresistible. Button Mash babbled a little bit while Scootaloo turned over and leaned against the wall.

“That fucking pervert’s club!” She glared down the hall, before muttering something about how she wouldn’t catch them now. Her eyes then turned back to Button, and she shifted her arm just to make sure her nipples were definitely covered. “Umm, h-hey.”

Button cautiously waved back, trying to take his eyes off of her almost naked body, and failing miserably. “Hey, Scootaboob. Ho-” He froze, only then realizing what he said, the red tinge in his eyes fading as Scootaloo blushed more.

“Please don’t say you’re as bad as those creeps.”

Button waved his hands in front of him, ‘I’m not, I swear. I don’t even know what they were doing!”

Scootaloo glared at him for another moment, before getting more comfortable against the wall, her other hand coming up to cover her breasts completely. Button noticed this, and he gears in his brain finally slammed back into gear. He almost tore his shirt off, he was so determined, and threw it to Scootaloo. “T-to cover yourself.”

She blushed looking at it, but one glance down the hall, and she knew she needed it. She pulled the black t-shirt over her, and Button had to swallow some saliva as he got to see the cute, small mounds once more. She then looked at him and shook her head. “I can’t believe I thought you’d join something as stupid as the gentleman’s club.”

Button saw an opening, and mimicked having a cane in front of him as he went for an old timey, Neighminster accent. “Now, now, I do normally consider myself a gentleman, so why wouldn’t I?”

Scootaloo chuckled, before sighing. “Because you aren’t a dick to girls, or willing to steal their panties just to get help seeing more boobs or some shit like that.”

“What?”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “That Sham jackass realized that he could open a frat or some shit in Ponyville, did so, and one of the ways to get in and get his ‘amazing advice’ is to bring a girl’s underwear. That’s why those idiots tore my top off. I didn’t even get into the freaking water before they got me.”

Button narrowed his gaze, remembering dozens of talks between him and his mother about women in video games. Those nights had pounded into him a memory that woman could be strong, and that you didn’t even try shit like this. Not when being nicer always won in the end. “That’s disgusting.”

Scootaloo nodded. “I hear there’s an membership fee too, so I bet RD or somepony else’ll break it up, but until then…” She grit her teeth before screaming, “Fuck!”

Button trotted over, and slid down next to her. “Hey, at least this was small, right? It’s just some stupid club that’ll be gone soon. Besides, they’ll wisen up. We aren’t the fillies and colts that were once allowed to just say mares were stupid and get away with it anymore.”

Scootaloo leaned back, before looking at him from the corner of her eye. The group had only been there for maybe two weeks, shortly before the fire, and she had heard that guys were already beginning to expose it for what it was. Still, she wished more stallions were like Button, and didn’t need some sort of scam to remind them of how good mares could be.

Scootaloo shifted herself, and sat on her knees so she could face Button properly. “Hey, mind if I thank you for not being a stupid creep or anything like that?”

Button blushed as he thought about a friend having to even think of thanking him for that. “Kind of, especially since I saw your-” He stopped when Scootaloo pulled on his shoulder, and gave him a quick kiss. “Wha?”

“That, was for saying what you did. This,” she paused as she lifted her shirt, and gave Button full view of her body and curves, “is to remind you to keep being awesome, and maybe keep me in your mind.”

Button let out a small croak, unable to say anything as he was not just seeing them by accident, but being flashed entirely on purpose. Not only that, but she was still in only her swimsuit bottoms, so it was almost like she was bare-ass naked. A giggle caused her nipples to shake a bit, and he heard her say, “Go on, take a picture, I trust you.”

He slowly raised his phone, his mind on autopilot by now, and probably not coming back for a while. Once he took the picture, he felt her lips against his again, and she stood up tall. “I’ll give you the shirt back tomorrow, okay? And hey, don’t enjoy the pic too much.”

Button nodded, and stayed in the hallway for almost another hour before beginning to head home. On the way though, his phone rang, and he glanced down at it. It was the demon, and she was calling him.

“Hi.”

“I hope you didn’t mind that it wasn’t Diamond’s bosom you saw. I, of course, would love to see all of Ponyville under you some day, but I know you ponies also believe in things like monogamy, so if this type of stuff is gonna be an issue, we should probably talk.”

Button stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. While Diamond nagged at him for a moment, he could also remember the nights his mom came home drunk. Those were the nights they would snuggle the closest, and she would bitch about how his father probably cheated on her, and yet she was ever faithful to him. Monogamy destroyed his mother those nights, and with this power, and thoughts of Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Diamond Tiara, and even Cheerilee dancing around his head, he knew that such a concept would only hurt those he wanted to be close to.

“No, I’m fine with it.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“I promise I am.”

“Would you like me to add a bonus to your wish tonight? Make it so that mares are more open to you being with others? It won’t make them instantly okay, but it will open up the idea for them, instead of being a flatout no.”

Button was silent for a moment, before whispering, “Yes, please.”

Author's Note

When I want to write this, I seem to REALLY like this story. Anyways, this was in response to all the want for CMC inclusion, and the want for an explanation about the letters. Also, the polyamory gift is just that, a gift, so don't worry about that interfering with the wishes.

Also, we're now onto the weekend! So no school for the next two chapters.