Button's Manehatten Minute

Chapter 3

Turn Around and Face the Stranger

Button slowly turned around, every nerve in his body screaming as he did so. He could be shot, he could be molested, he could be flashed; he had no idea what was about to happen! And the chances of it being bad were astronomical. But still, his mother always told him to be brave, and so he had to at least look at the mare.

And for his first look at what a mare from the district looked like, he wasn’t disappointed. The mare, a gray thestral, wore a red corset, and white face paint. The corset of course captured more of his attention, if not just because it pushed up her already massive chest up, and he thought, just maybe, he could see the start of black nipples trying to poke out of the top.

The mare began walking towards him, her long legs now grabbing his attention. She wore a short, frilled, purple skirt, sure, but with how it went away from her body, instead of down, he could imagine the wrong, or right, angle showing off whatever it was the mare had underneath. He didn’t imagine much, not when all that covered her legs were sheer stockings that had bats on them.

He couldn’t really go anywhere though as she bent over to get a better look at him. Button hadn’t really realized that he was blushing until now, as the heat hadn’t felt like his head was about to light on fire. This was in no small part due to that, in her current position, he could look right down her corset, and the mare indeed wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.

What broke him out of his staring, was her hand as it lifted his head. He looked into her deep, red eyes, and before he heard, “How old are you?”

“E-eighteen?”

The mare’s face came even closer, her large, fluffy ears flicking in response to the news. He could now smell her perfume, a nice cherry scent, and feel her breath against his cheek. Her hand stayed firm on him as she whispered, “Is it your birthday?”

Button swallowed hard, before whispering, “Yes?” Almost instantly, the hand on his cheek moved to around him, along with her other arm, before they squeezed him tight. His face dove right into the mountains that had been staring at him, and he could hear the laces strain from the extra pressure. Not that he could really focus that, what with his brain coming to a full stop.

The mare gave him an extra squeeze as she let out a small squeal of excitement, before finally letting Button go, and stepping away. She then shifted her weight, putting one hand on her now lower thigh, and the other one having the skirt be far too high to hide any underwear she was wearing… had she been wearing any. Button’s eyes somehow got wider at that fact, and she let out another giggle.

She then got close again, patting him on the leg as she bent over, and examined him. “Okay, obviously, I would love to give you a present! But, anything me and my troop would be able to give you would just destroy you, so,” her face came right in front of his,, and Button’s heart fluttered, knowing that she could easily kiss him like this, and it was not out of the realm of possibilities now, “with my card, my troop will let you have special access to our prep grounds, and know you’re a friend. Before then though, they’ll also be looking for you to give them something that proves you’ve grown up a little. Sound fair?”

He swallowed hard, his face still bright red. He definitely wasn’t a make up guy, but the white on gray, accentuated even more by her red eyes, was a touch entrancing. That, or it was the sensory overload of her in general. Still, her smile looked genuine, and from her outfit… “Are you from the circus?”

The mare giggled, before stepping forward, presenting her entire back to him. He only now got to appreciate the short, red pigtails she had, and the beautiful, long tail that swayed behind her. “Why indeed I am! In fact,” she looked over her shoulder and grinned, “most call me Ringmaster Priscilla.”

She waited a few moments to see recognition process over his face, and the cute stallion seemed to understand that her name was big, but she could see that he couldn’t get it, which was all the more delightful! “Don’t worry, it’s a good thing you don’t, because there are two types who make it through this place. Mean, grizzled, disgusting men, or,” she smiled, her whole face radiating as she took a bow to Button, “Cute, innocent colts like you, who makes us naughty mares sing because for once, we get to entertain the sort we always wished we could.”

She didn’t wait for a response after that, but instead turned on her heel, and began walking away. Button bit into his lip in thought, watching her tight flank sway, wishing he’d been able to say more than a few words to her. His hand slipped into his pocket, the same one she’d been patting, and felt a business card there.

Priscilla’s Circus: The naughtiest, most daring circus in Equestria. It looked fairly normal, minus the fact that it was impressed with her lipstick, which he only now realized was purple. For a moment, he felt ashamed for not having even realized, before her last words echoed in his mind.

’Cute, innocent colts,’ “Like me.” Button looked down to the card, before smiling. If there were more mares like Priscilla, who wanted him to be here, then it couldn’t only be bad. Now, he just had to decide how he might get proof of him being ready for her troop.