Button's Manehatten Minute

Ferari Grand Pri

Button Mash smiled to himself as he heard the revving of engines. It wasn’t the normal sound though. No, it came on loud, strong, but then was left to fade out. Someone wasn’t racing.

No, they were looking for a race.

Button strode down the corridors made by the other machines, heading to the back of the arcade. There he could see the large, racing simulators. They weren’t too special though. Red race paint, a boxlike figure, and a giant racing banner. Just like any of the other versions he’d beat in the past.

The cabinet wasn’t nearly as important as the other racer though, who was stepping away from the one on the right. To be honest, Button was surprised that she wasn’t drawing any sort of crowd. Sure, the pegasus looked a bit intimidating as she stood there in a tore up, white tank top, ripped shorts that barely touched her thighs, and popping a piece of bubble gum, but…

Button swallowed hard, realizing now that whoever he was about to challenge was some sort of bad mare. What’s the worst that could happen though? She gets mad because I win? He took in a deep breath, before stepping forward, and crossing his arms in front of her. “So, how many laps?”

She grinned, before stepping away from the wall, and swiping some of her short, yellow mane back behind an ear. She then assumed a similar pose to Button, with her arms crossed underneath her chest. His eyes darted down as more of her ripe, red cleavage got pushed up, and her smile widened. “I normally go with three. Otherwise, it’s not a real race, right?”

Button grinned. She sounded cocky, sure of herself, but from the giant grin on her face, and the higher pitch for her voice, she reminded him of Pinkie, and that was always a good thing. He extended a hand between them. “Button Mash.”

The mare giggled a bit, before she slipped one of her hands away from herself, and took ahold of Button’s, and then pulled. Button found himself much closer to her now, and staring directly into piercing, green eyes that seemed to have a fire behind them. “Sorry, kid, but I don’t give my name to soon to be losers.”

Button bit into the side of his cheek as he couldn’t help but think that the mare couldn’t have been that much older than him. Not only that, but to assume he would lose already was simply wrong. He squeezed down on her hand, and leaned in. “Well than, I hope you can still say it after I leave you coughing on my dust!”

Her eyes widened from the response, before she leaned back and let out a small giggle. “Oh, so tough, and yet you can’t even take me lifting up my tits!” She cackled a little bit, trying to cover her mouth as she shook.

Button felt his cheeks brighten from the tease, and bit into his lip. He was used to smack talk, but usually it didn’t feel so… one sided. She had no reason to even assume she would win!

“What’s your best time?”

The mare looked up at Button for a few moments, an eyebrow raised, before straightening herself out and lowering her eyes into a slight glare. “Under a minute.”

Button raised an eyebrow back. “Well, maybe I’ll get to actually have a bit of fun then.”

The mare’s eyes lowered a touch more, but it wasn’t in any sort of glare now. No, now it was like being under the gaze of a predator who had just found its prey.Her thin lipped smile didn’t help either. “Well, if that’s the case, then you wouldn’t mind upping the stakes, right? A little, friendly bet?”

Button shrugged. It’s not like they could bet anything too drastic in an arcade. Besides, knowing mares like this, they usually backed out of any real danger, just like he would. “Sure. If you win, I’ll buy you anything you want from the snack bar.”

The mare nodded as she licked her lips. “Sounds like all you could handle. I’ll do you better though. You see these huge tits of mine?” She planted her hands onto her heaving chest, her fingers sinking deep into her flesh as she gave out a small moan. “If you win, we’ll go into the alley, and you can do anything with them. Deal?”

Button slightly froze as he watched the actions, and heard the challenge. For a moment, he didn’t even really know if he wanted to win if they went at it. Then again, his gamer pride wouldn’t let him throw the match once it began…

No

Yes