Button's Manehatten Minute

Go on a Tour

“And here is the bedroom.” Strawberry Shortcake walked in with Button Mash, her smile wide, though it didn’t dare touch her eyes. She was used to this sort of treatment for the high rollers. A bit of teasing to get their secrets out, make sure they didn’t cheat, and make sure they were happy. Something told her the colt wasn’t legitimate.

Of course, that could also be due to her cynicism at this point. Ten years with the mob did that to a mare though, and as Button bounced on the bed, checking how springy it was, she thought she was close to the truth. They’d been through the rest of the penthouse suite, and exhausted every other topic. Now there was only his fortune left to talk about.

She let out a small giggle that was about as real as her double Ds. It was practiced to make sure to catch the stallion’s attention, or most mares for a moment, as she laid herself against the wall for him to oggle. “You know, we only give such a luxurious place to our best gamers. Usually they have some sort of trick up their sleeve, or a way of thinking that makes sure they win. What about you?”

Button stopped, still on the side of the bed, though the fact that he could see four plus ponies sleeping on the darn thing made him want to treat it as a trampoline. And, early results from his bounce tests made it seem like it would be better as one with how much he sank into it. He hadn’t given the idea of having a trick a thought yet.

Of course, there was a trick to how Button was when he played games, though he had never truly learned it. If he did, his name would not be quite as true. It was a mixture of his own skill, but also an inherent instinct as to what button to mash when. Or, when to take a card, or which machine’s lever to pull. If he could control it, put his hands on it, he was golden.

But to Button, he did remember one part of it at the Blackjack table. “Well, I do suppose I play the odds with cards. You see, so long as you pay some level of attention to what has been played, you can figure out which card you might get next. Not that I-”

Strawberry’s smile did reach her eyes now, but with a dangerous venom in them as she came closer. “Oh, really? That’s very interesting! And you think you did this on the floor?”

Button fidgeted on the bed a bit as he looked away from her. “Umm, yeah? Is that against the ru-” He stopped as she placed a finger on his lips.

Strawberry moved even closer, her lips now centimeters from Button’s ear as she whispered, “Tell me, would you like to really see how bouncy this bed is?”

Another bout of grinding gears came to Button’s mind as he let out a garbled answer. He didn’t really have an option though, as soon her hands brought his to her chest, and her massive mounds filled his hands. Another choked gasp came from him, his mind trying to catch up with what was happening right now, but failing. Strawberry didn’t have any issues though as she giggled, and whispered, “There’s a lot more where that came from.”

Button didn’t really have a response, and none was going to come from him, especially as he felt the zipper on his pants slide down. Sure, the fact that he barely knew the mare went through his mind, but as she quickly found out, he had been hiding a boner for more than half of the tour from how she flaunted what Celestia had given her.

Which only made him easier pray for a mare like Strawberry. A mare who believed her boss would pay her handsomely for taking care of a nuisance like him. Add to that a little bit of stolen cash, and a lot of self pleasure that she expected to get from the behemoth he was rocking between his thighs, and she was all too happy to do this.

Her tongue ran itself along Button’s cock, wrapping around it with the skills of an expert, but when she felt him begin to shudder and shake, she felt a flare of anger rise inside of her. One of her hands came around, clamping itself around his balls as her horn flickered to life.Not yet.

A whimper escaped Button as he was denied, but he also knew that this meant that this could last longer. And from how he felt her soft, warm nethers run along his cock, even as her magic kept his cum knotted up inside of him, he was willing to suffer the bit of pain. So he laid his head back, and shut his eyes.

And then the pillow came down onto his face, along with her crotch on his dick.

Strawberry bit into her lips as she bounced, her heavy bosom flying out of her bunny girl suit as she enjoyed herself. To be honest, when she first joined the mob, this is what she wanted. To be on top of some stupid stallion, feeling every thrash and flail from him while they were inside her.

It truly was the best. They actually worked for it then. Their hips joined in on the attempt to live, pounding her as deep as they could, and trying to please her, just so that they could possibly be let free. She didn’t want them free though, especially innocent ones like this. No… not them.

As the final bits of struggle left the colt, his hips slowing down, she lifted herself high above him. His last breath came through, and she watched the rattle begin to run through his body. And, just before she lost the chance, she dropped herself, letting her magic free his balls.

And it was Button’s absolute, final action to cum inside Strawberry as she moaned like the please bitch she was.

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