Button's Manehatten Minute

Take Your Winnings Now

Button thought about it for a few moments, before shaking his head. He still believed that he should try to become her friend, but he wasn’t going to go to Celestia knows where to do so. Besides, as he continued to look at that large, bouncy chest… Yeah, he wanted them.

Button swallowed hard, before scratching the back of his head. “Sorry, Drift, but I don’t think I know you well enough to just follow you to another part of town. Is that okay?”

Drift stood up. A part of her wanted to scream, having been excited to see what trouble they could get into. She wasn’t completely stupid though, and should have known the colt would say no. But the thought of the fun they were about to have helped her push aside her annoyance. “It’s perfectly alright. I just hope you make the bet worth it for me too then.”

Button slowly nodded as he got out of the racing seat, his body shaking as he tried to stand up straight. It wasn’t the easiest as his mind thought about what he was about to do, or when he tried to hide what those thoughts were doing to him.

For Drift, those thoughts were sending chills up her spine, and she couldn’t wait to see how powerful his stick shift was.

The mare led Button Mash out of the arcade, her hips swaying the whole way. The movement was so fluid and natural, with her shorts so perfectly wrapped around her tight ass, that Button was worried that her trousers may end up slipping off. Or, hopeful, depending on what part of his brain was working at the moment.

Once in the alley, Drift laid herself against one of the walls, smiling at him as she tucked her hands behind her. Despite her earlier disappointment, she had to admit that she was excited. A stallion who could actually beat her was rare, and from what she knew about nerds, they could come up with some freaky shit.

In her mind, she could see him somehow pulling out some rope, and tying it taut around her chest. Then, binding it more and more, increasing the pressure until she thought they would pop off, before he began to smack the taut flesh. Or, maybe he would produce a lighter, and singe her nipples. Then a good twist could really hurt.

Instead, he just kind of… stood there. Button couldn’t get rid of his blush, and did get the feeling that he should be the one to start this. But then, was he supposed to start by just squeezing her? Or was he supposed to peel away her shirt, and breathe on them? Or what if this was all some elaborate trap?

Oddly enough, Drift was thinking the same thing, and reached out for one of his hands. “Come on already!” She then yanked on it, threatening to pop Button’s arm out of its socket. His hand, forced open by the pressure on his wrist, then came against her breast, and Drift hoped he would finally get the message.

Unfortunately, except for a light squeeze, Button didn’t seem to.

“What is wrong with you?”

Button stepped back at the scream, his hand drifting away from her breast, which only seemed to make the rage in her eyes grow. He held up his hands, trying to figure out exactly what he’d done wrong, and miserably failing at it. “I-I just don’t know where to begin.”

“Begin?” Drift’s eye was twitching at this point. She was used to stallions and colts who would hear, ‘touch me’, and immediately lunge for her chest, which made this possibly the most surreal moment of her life. “You have full use of my tits! Just start doing whatever you want!”

“But what if you don’t like it?”

Drift opened her mouth, raised a finger, and then stopped dead in her tracks. She’d been ready to scream at the idiot, but now that she really looked at him, she found a pang of shame running through her. He was probably a virgin, and after how he acted when he won… “Oh, shit, that’s right. You’re oddly decent.”

Button blushed at the words, and shrugged. “Sorry?”

She shook her head, before swiping a small bit of her mane behind her ear. She then looked Button in the eyes, and came to a decision. “It’s not your fault, kid. I should have realized that you might need a lesson.” Drift then placed a hand on his chest, and pushed him.

Button backed away at the touch, and continued to do so as he was pushed, right up until he got to a wall. He froze then, sweat actively running down the back of his neck as the beautiful mare came far too close.

Happy with the new position of power, Drift nodded to herself, and took one pace back. She stretched out her fingers for a moment, a simple trick to get his attention on them, before she reached down. She could feel Button’s eyes trying to burn into them as the slender digits took ahold of the bottom of her shirt.

First, he got to see her smooth abdomen. She definitely wasn’t a bodybuilder, but to say she had even an ounce of fat on her would be an insult. Well, at least until you got to what was revealed next. They definitely looked like a bit of extra mass got slapped onto them, despite the fact that they also seemed to defy gravity with how perky they were.

Now that her heaving bosom was bare to the world, Button felt his fingers twitch, and Drift smiled. “I can’t do everything for you, Button. Don’t worry too much though. Just… start gentle, with just enough pressure so I know you’re there.”

He nodded slowly, and lifted his arms. Button’s hands slowly curled around both of her breasts, and Drift couldn’t suppress her smirk as she imagine a small kid going gimme gimme. When he roughly squeezed them though, the image faded away, and she bit into her lip.

Sure, she had been groped and teased hundreds of times before, but each time she got to do it like this was so very different. This was more intimate, closer, and tender, and had a whole different feeling to when she would get bent over the hood of her car and taken.

No, it felt a lot better.

Button’s thumbs ran over her nipples, and she let a small, ‘right there’, mix into her moans, and he stopped for a moment. Then, his thumbs pressed into them, pushing the small nubs down. Then he began to grind into them, spinning his thumbs like he would on twin joysticks. And, much like with a twin stick, he was rewarded with loud noises to let him know how well he was doing.

He didn’t know that he also just unlocked the bonus stage.

Drift let out a deep breath, before grabbing ahold of his wrists again, and let out a carnal growl. She then looked her prey in the eyes, and licked her lips. “Lean back, Button. I’m about to give you something I know you wouldn’t have asked for.

He watched her closely as she slowly slid along his body. He had an inkling as to what she had planned, but wasn’t willing to let himself believe it, even as her heavy bosom pressed against his waist, and then his crotch. It didn’t get any more relaxing for him once they were off, as he could then feel her hands replace them on his hardened member, pressing through the slacks he wore. “Y-you really don’t need to.”

“Says you.” Drift smirked at her joke, before beginning to undo his slacks. Glancing back, she expected to see exhilaration there. For him to be smiling, waiting, wanting. Just like all the other stallions.

Instead, he looked positively terrified.

A pang of shame collided with the other one inside of her, even as she finally let his beast out. And beast was right, as it continued to tremble and slobber. She bet she could breathe on it, and he could cum. It would have been cute, had it not shown the gap between the two of them even more.

It was at this point that she decided how she wanted the exchange to end. Even if he was cute, he wasn’t worth… this.

She put on a big smile, just for him, but she was no longer doing this as a favor. It was an excuse. Drift didn’t even feel a heat between her legs, even as she slid his massive member between her bosom. No, she just wanted to let the colt have his prize, and be done with all of this.

Not that this was very hard, as Button’s eyes felt like they might shoot out of their sockets as the soft mounds came around his cock. She was squeezing hard enough to put pressure on all side of his member, and it was so soft and warm...

He jumped slightly, realizing he almost let himself go, and biting his cheek as he forced himself to keep the arousal back. Not only did he want to enjoy this, especially as she began to slide her breasts along his needy cock, but because he guessed that this is what she wanted. That she wanted this to continue.

A thought that annoyed her greatly, especially since she could hear him grunting. He should have just cum when she first put it between her bosom. Not try to extend this any further.

Of course, even with his best intentions, the fuse could only go so far, especially when the flame licks the tip while its breasts are pressed firmly against your balls. Button’s cock trembled as he felt his defenses come crashing down, and Drift leaned back. Her bosom now eclipsed the first half of his cock, and she couldn’t deny herself a moan as she felt the final tremor run through his cock.

Then, the cum spewed against her sensitive flesh. It was like a hose in how it splashed against her tits, and coated their insides. But they were still quite large, so the only bits of the spunk they missed was what dripped out of them.

Once Button was done though, Drift hopped to her feet, almost not even bothering to grab her shirt first. He glanced at her as she began to walk away, sliding the shirt over her head, and called out, “Drift!”

She looked back, and felt her shame almost triple in size. She would rather that though, than shame each time she saw him. “Sorry, Button, but this was a one time thing. Thanks for the fun night, but I’m not interested in more.”

Button watched her go, left with his pants around his ankles as he simply tried to figure out what he’d done wrong, and being unable to find an answer.

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