Kiara smiles as she looks upon her charge. He sleeps so peacefully. No muttering, no tossing and turning; not even nightmares are plaguing him today. It was a first for him, but for Button’s sake, she felt this was for the best. With a gentle peck on his forehead, the demon felt content leaving him under the care of her spell, and left to do her dirty work.

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Cheerilee breathed in deeply as she laid in her bed. It was Sunday, which meant one more day until she went back to school. She had lesson plans she had to finalize, a few papers to grade so she could finally pass back the essays they had done a few weeks back, and a stallion she still needed to get back under her wing.

A groan escaped the older mare as she put an arm over her eyes. She never got to just lie in bed and relax like she wanted to on the weekends. There was always something to do, for so many ponies.

But maybe you can spare a few more minutes to think about Button Mash?

Cheerilee blinked for a moment as she stared at the ceiling, wondering where the thought had come from, and why her breath had caught. She put a hand over her large, uncovered bosom, and for a moment saw a brown hand doing the same. This didn’t bring a coo of arousal though, but instead forced a groan to escape her lips. “If I’m going into heat right now, I’m going to punch something.”

So harsh to something that brought you so many pleasant mornings, eh? Honestly, I like it whenever I wake up a little hot and bothered, especially since I can do the job better than my stupid husband could.

The magenta mare blinked as she figured out whose voice it was this time. It almost instantly brought a blush to her face, as her late friend was the last one she should have been thinking about while like this. That fact only became doubled when thinking about Love Tap unintentionally brought her mind back to Button, and what those dextrous fingers of his could do to the nipple she twisted between her own.

“No!” Cheerilee had almost leapt out of bed, now sitting up properly as she sat up straight. What had crossed her mind… it wasn’t good. It wasn’t even supposed to be that sexy, not with such an average, plain, kind, caring, tender- “Stop it, Cheerilee!”

You know why you can’t get a stallion? You never realize when a good one is in front of you.

Cheerilee put her hands to her head as she shut her eyes, and tried to take calm, even breaths. The week had been rough on her, she wouldn’t deny that, and while she tried taking care of Button, she had also tried pushing Love Tap out of her mind. The two together complicated things, especially with how close she had gotten to her friend, and how much the blooming stallion took after his mother.

He really is a good boy, I promise. Give him a chance, talk to him, and I know he’ll be a great addition to your cla- “Home.”

The last word hadn’t come from Love Tap, but her. Cheerilee had said it. She could even see it as she looked out. Add a television, a game console, Button could have just put his controller down to say good morning, kissing her breast tenderly as she said hi back. This time, she did coo in arousal as her hands gently ran over her nipple.

She tried to stop the thoughts, she really did, but the succubus in the room was now fully attached, and Cheerilee wanted this. Wanted some company in her large, empty room. Company that would snuggle into her soft, slightly pudgy belly, while his hands greedily groped her large, naughty breasts. He wouldn’t even complain about the faults in the older mare, because he was just that good.

Cheerilee shut her eyes against the reality of her situation as she leaned back and laid onto her back. Her fingers dug into her soft, supple flesh, and soon, Button’s breath beat against her face. He was young and eager, so to be with the one he says ‘I love you’ to is enough to get him in the mood, and her moans are more than loud enough to beckon him in. Of course, as her perfect gentleman, he would still ask permission in the form of a hot, passionate kiss.

She opened her mouth wide, saliva coating every inch of her tongue, before she slowly slid a finger into the hot air pushing out from her chest. It tasted sweet, probably from her shampoo, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the thoughts of tasting cheese or pizza sauce on her beloved’s. They wouldn’t turn her off though, but just be better ways to know that it was indeed him kissing her.

Now though, she was done with foreplay. Cheerilee needed more, and all thoughts of how vulgar or indecent this was were thrown out of the window. She spread her legs wide, as if to show herself off to him, when in reality, anyone looking into the room could see every inch of her juicy, pink pussy. She ran a finger along the thin lips, shaking as she swore it was instead Button’s cock she felt.

Her hand circled the puffed up lips as Button hesitated. It was cute of him, and she soon used two fingers to spread herself open even more, letting him see just how sopping wet she was. “D-don’t worry, Button, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” She swallowed hard, her cheeks bright crimson as she heard the words fade into the air. Cheerilee knew she shouldn’t have ever said them, but now that they were out, she… she loved hearing them. Loved telling Button such bad things.

“Please, take me. Fuck my naughty pussy, and make your teacher your lover.”

Her fingers slipped into her snatch as Cheerilee’s Button Mash nodded, and slowly stuck his large, throbbing member into her. She arched her back as she tried desperately to put more and more of her two fingers into herself, but it just wasn’t the real thing. Despite this fact, her moans still rang out clear with each push into herself, and she could feel her folds cling to her fingers, wanting them more with each thrust.

Cheerilee didn’t focus on her hand, at least, not the one between her thighs. If it’s wonderful pokes and prods within herself were short, fast, tender, or rough, it didn’t matter, as he wouldn’t know how to control himself. No, not when all he wanted to do was try to please her, while enjoying every inch of her mature body. Her free hand slowly brought one of her large, sagging breasts up, and she pushed the erect nipple on it to her lips, before giving it a long suck, sending a shiver down her spine in the process.

The idea of him milking her, of her lactating at all, brought the worst, but most ideal, thought to Cheerilee’s head. She could finally have her children, while calling the one she loved the most son as well. It would be perfect, as she could then be teacher, “Ah,” lover, “Ah!” and mother to her dearest Button Mash.

Her eyes popped open as she pushed three of her fingers into her pussy as far as they could go. The warm, wet walls collapsed upon them, begging for more as she felt shocks of arousal push through every inch of her. He had just slammed into her one last time, and the mental image of his cum slowly pumping into her womb caused her whole body to begin to shake, before she couldn’t take it anymore. In one last, primal outcry, she came, soiling her bed with the excessive amounts of arousal that gushed from herself. With it, though, came the last of her energy, and Button soon faded from her sight.

Kiara smiled as she saw Cheerilee collapse onto the bed. The naughty teacher had done very good at putting on a show, and while she would probably sleep this off, she knew that Cheerilee would never forget this morning. The demoness licked her lips before chuckling. “Just call me a carpenter with all of these walls I’m breaking down.”

Her laugh filled the ether as she finally returned home, exhausted from how long she had meddled in Button’s world. Still, he would get a day of rest today, probably play video games, and she looked forward to his wish that night.

Author's Note

I'm back baby!... Hopefully. I still need to keep an eye on my arms, but I can type again, and I'm hoping that some of this pain is actually residual stiffness from the braces and inactivity.

Anyways, we're going back into the school week, Kiara should be slowing down on direct meddling, we'll see about that, and Button got a day off. Let's see where it goes, or, I suppose, suggest to me where we may be going.