Chapters Button's Manehatten Minute
Eighteen. Six times three. Nine times two. In the grand scheme of things it’s a pretty small number. For Button tonight, it was massive though. It was the only one he could think about. That, and what the number meant.
Responsibility, stallionhood, and the first real step into the future. He would need to get a job soon. He had an idea of what he wanted to do, and the joystick on his flank made that all the more clear. He’d even been doing some temp work, saving up some money through playtesting that his mother had been holding onto.
His hand dipped into his pocket at the thought of his savings. In there, twenty five bits jangled. His mother said that it would be enough for him to have a fun night, or, so long as he kept his cutie mark hidden, he could get more if he needed. But that simple thought itself was terrifying. He’d never used his skills on physical games.
He raised a thumb to his lips, biting into it like a nervous child. He shouldn’t be so afraid of course. Him and his buddies had looked at stuff that would be here plenty of times. Still, to be told by his mom, on his eighteenth birthday no less, to go here himself…
Then again, Button couldn’t deny that she was right. He never really got out. He would certainly never come to this part of town without prodding. He just wasn’t a risk taker. A choir colt fit his description a lot better.
Looking to the red light that signified the start of the district, he heard his mother’s words echo in his ears. ‘It’s up to you in the end, but such experiences can help you be prepared for the chaos of adulthood. I know they did so for me.’
When he’d first heard the words, he’d turned bright red, wondering why in Equestria his mother would ever have come to a place like this, but now he realized how little that mattered. It was her business, just like his trip tonight was to be. Or… lack there of.
Button glanced back. He had been in Manehattan for the past week, celebrating graduation and his birthday with a lot of his classmates. They’d gone over a good bit of the place, and he could hear a few arcades calling his name. He could get a good bit of time at one with twenty five bits, and he could probably find some cocky kids to bet against if he needed more. It wouldn’t be too different from if he were here.
“Hey, you there! I don’t recognize you!”
Button jumped at the words. The voice sounded nice, maybe, but what if he turned around and it was a cop? What if she didn’t think he was supposed to be there? Or worse yet, what if it was some sort of mobster, ready to mug him?
Run away to the arcade
Turn around and face the stranger
Button's Manehatten Minute
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.
Casino
Wander the Streets
Strip Club
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Minecraft
Button walked up to the machine, his eyes shining as he approached it. He had wanted to check out how a Minecraft arcade cabinet worked, but back then, there was a kid playing it, and the jerk wouldn’t get off. Now though, it was all his, and he could set whatever goal he could.
He spun the coin in his hand, nodded to himself, and decided he would play until he had a full set of diamond armor, and beat the Ender Dragon. It was his normal goal in Minecraft before resetting anyways.
Two days later, the colt’s body would be found in front of the machine, taken out by exhaustion, just like the gamer before him. In a few weeks, the blasted cabinets would be recalled, their inability to save data causing too many deaths as people tried to create masterworks or finish the game before they had to get off.
Now, go back, and get Button out of his comfort zone already!
Button's Manehatten Minute
Wander the Streets
Button Mash stepped forward, every muscle in his body tense. He wasn’t ready to go into anywhere yet, not while he was still so nervous. Instead, he could give himself some time to acclimate, and calm down. Just because he was hoping to push himself didn’t mean he wanted a panic attack. That wouldn’t help anyone, let alone him.
As he walked, he was pretty surprised by the what he saw. He had expected to see greasers, slime balls, mobsters, the type that were associated with trouble. In fact, on the walk to the district, he’d even thought that he might get mugged, or somehow have a hit put out on him, and get gunned down by an assassin. Such was not the case though.
Instead, he saw what was in general a very… relaxed tone. He supposed that it made sense, as he waved to a group of stallions, obviously drunk, but also around his age. Everypony knew why each other was there, and there was no reason to hide it. This was the place for debauchery, but that didn’t mean it had to be the place of real crime.
He waved to two girls who were leaning against a wall, giving them a nervous smile as he passed. One of them rolled her eyes, but the other grinned wide at him. She then began to simply giggle, before falling against her tall, stoic friend. That one, a red mare with black stains put into her coat, sighed, and mouthed what looked like, “Acid,” to Button. He had no idea what that exactly meant.
He waved them off for the moment, slowing down as his eyes stayed on the two mares. While the red coated one, with her slender, athletic body, and torn t-shirt, was what he thought he might see, the other one, the giggler, was not. She had a bright yellow coat, and a green mane, and even wore a nice, albeit short, green dress to go with it.
When her tail flicked up, he saw that she was the type to be here, and felt blood rush to his cheeks. Priscilla had shown him a good bit, sure, but seeing those wet, pink folds winking at him was a step beyond what he’d ever seen off of a screen. The other mare with the flasher noticed, and smiled. She then raised an eyebrow, as if challenging him to come closer.
Button bit into his lip, his blood turning to ice as he realized what might come from coming closer to the two, and took a step back. That ended up not helping him as much as he may have wanted, as he was greeted by a sweet, sultry voice in his ear. “If you liked that, you’ll love me.
Spinning around, Button felt his heart skip a beat. Standing before him, tall, imposing, and in with tits almost the size of his head, was a completely black coated mare. No doubt about it even, and her neon green hair brought his attention to where the locks ended. Which, unfortunately, meant seeing the white tape that was all that covered her nipples. And better, or worse, yet was that her nipples were clearly hard underneath.
She took a step closer, her smile growing as one of her finger brushed against his cheek. Her shorts, barely anything in the first place, grinded against his leg, bringing his attention down to where he could see a tuft of green hair, right above what he could see if he glanced to the other side of the street.
“My name is Shaliscry, and trust me boy when I say that, if you love my body, I can make it your world. How does that sound?”
Button opened his mouth, feeling like he was about to choke. It was so much, but also so tempting…
Shaliscry
The Two Girls
Run to Another Alley
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Shaliscry
Button swallowed hard as he stayed put in front of the whore. He had to admit that, after his initial shock, she was fairly beautiful, even with her predatory, green eyes. Not only that, but after being flashed, and now seeing… her, he wasn’t ready to be seen in public. Not that he knew whether he was ready or not for a pony like this.
He swallowed hard, his hands covering his crotch in a futile attempt to cover his growing stiffy, and couldn’t meet her eyes as he whispered, “W-what do you mean?”
Shaliscry smiled, her eyes glowing for a moment, before she brushed some of her hair away from her horn, and leaned in. Now her large bosom was only centimeters from the Button, and he could smell the slightest bit of lilac. She then placed a hand on his cheek, and said, “what I mean, is that if you like what you see, I’d be happy to share with you.”
Button let out small cry, his head continuing its descent to complete shut down. The jolt from her grabbing his hand actually helped, and for a moment, he pulled away. Shaliscry simply hummed, and place both her hands on his arm, before looking him in the eye. “Come now, are you really that afraid of me?”
He swallowed, his body trembling as he bit into his cheek. “W-well, it’s not so much that I’m afraid of you. Maybe intimidated? I haven’t ever done anything like this, and I don’t know if paid for is how I want that moment to be.”
Shaliscry beamed at that, before she darted in, and pecked Button on the cheek. She then moved over, her breath hot against his ear as her chest pressed against his arm. “Please, don’t assume such things. Yes, I am what most would call a slut, but I am no whore. I merely like this sort of thing, and with a cute boy like you, so afraid… it’s just about the best I could wish for.”
Button’s face was bright red at this point, and he worried for a moment that he might pass out as one of her hands ran along his thigh. It never crossed to between them though, much to his pleasure. He still wasn’t certain after all. “I don’t know.”
The black unicorn slowly turned his eyes to look at hers, her smile continuing to shine, as well as her horn. Looking into those deep, green eyes beckoned him to relax, and he could feel some of his stiffness fade. Shaliscry came even closer, her lips only maybe an inch from his. “May I get my adorable gentleman’s name?”
Button swallowed hard, but he knew her name, and what was the harm in letting her know his? Besides, she was the one almost undressed. “M-my name is Button Mash.”
She nodded, filing the name away. “Well Button, why don’t I give you a taste, and,” she didn’t bother to finish. She’d done this to many times to think she even needed to. Instead, she merely leaned in, and pushed her lips to his. His were soft, and extremely dry, probably from how nervous he was, which only made him cuter!
A french kiss wasn’t all she had in store though. A professional like her could afford to give a little bit more, and so she slipped her soft, smooth hand underneath Button’s slacks. He jumped a little bit, but was too preoccupied with how her tongue, scent, and simply everything overwhelmed him. So much so that when she touched his member, he only jumped a little, which was less dramatic than the deep moan he let out.
Her hand was unlike anything Button had felt before. Sure, his own sessions had led to plenty of experimentation to try to be better than his own, but now that another actually touched his hard, throbbing cock, it was almost euphoric. And she moved slowly, almost painfully so, as it only teased him. His hips twitched, trying to push against her hand. When he did so, she pulled it out, and left his lips.
She left their spit to hang between them for a moment while her eyelids lowered. Shaliscry then lifted the hand that had been between Button’s legs just a minute before, and sucked on one finger. All the while, having Button in almost a trance as he stared at her.
Perfect.
“So, Button, would you like a bit more? Because my body is completely open for your enjoyment.”
Button swallowed hard, his voice refusing to work. His eyes could though, and they drifted to her bosom as a green tinge touched the edge of his eyes. They were so large, and all that covered them were four pieces of tape. Tentatively, he lifted one hand, and pinched at the edge of one. With one pull, both pieces came off.
Shaliscry let out a small yelp at the sudden pull, but didn’t miss a beat as she lifted a hand to the now revealed nipple, and massaged it. “Oooh, Button, that hurt. Do you think you can kiss it and make it feel better?”
Button was pretty sure that his head was about to catch on fire, but didn’t even try to push the embarrassment away. It wasn’t enough to stop the momentum they’d gained, and so he leaned into her chest. When he went to kiss it though, he found himself yawning, only now realizing how tired he was. Was it due to the stimulation?
He didn’t get much time to think about it though, as Shaliscry put a hand on the back of his head, and pulled him in. Her warm, tender flesh pressed against his lips, while her hard, erect nipple pressed against his tongue. Despite just being under tape, as his tongue poked and prodded it, he couldn’t deny that it tasted and felt amazing .
As he suckled her sweet bosom, he felt a bit more friction than normal down below. He didn’t dare take his lips away from her breast though, just in case he wasn’t allowed back onto.. Or, couldn’t, as he could feel his limbs growing heavier with each passing moment.
Shaliscry smiled as she lifted her leg again, her knee running itself along that giant shaft of the colt’s. It was rather impressive, though not nearly as surprising now, as she had first met the girth with her hand. Now she gave it the proper amount of pressure it deserved, and while she moaned from the gentle suckling of her teat, Button groaned.
He wanted to hold back. It felt good enough that, even if it began to hurt from how stiff he got, he would have been happy to have just stayed here. Keeping it back though as his eyelids tried to slip down was so hard. Button didn’t want to go to bed. Didn’t want to be tired. He just… just…
Shaliscry cooed slightly as she saw a large, dark stain appear on the pants, and ran her free hand through his hair, just before she found her hands needing to clutch the sides of his skull to keep him from falling. He didn’t deserve that.
Instead, the changeling queen helped him to lay down behind the dumpster in the valley, before leaning down, and giving the quickly chilled lips a quick peck. If Chrysalis was honest, this wasn’t her favorite part of her job, and only resorted to it in times of desperation. If it weren’t for the fact that she was still growing hive after Canterlot, she may have let the colt live.
But as it was, one pony’s life was worth far less than her hive’s, and she left the still, smiling body there, shifting to a new disguise once she was alone once more.
Go back to the beginning.
Go back to your last choice.
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Food!
Button Mash licked his lips as he smelled the food of his people. It wasn’t a single item, not even close. No, the food of a gamer was fuel. It was hot, greasy, cheesy, and Button was one of those blessed with a metabolism so fast that even when he ate Snips under the table, he didn’t gain a single pound.
And, with the rumble of his champion’s stomach, he knew where he must go. The flashing lights and loud sounds could wait. First, he was to feast!
As he walked up to the counter, he could see a big, burly blue pegasus with his arms crossed, and shaking his head. The small, white filly, who maybe got up to Button’s chest, looked down. She wore a faded blue dress with slight tears at the edges, and she tugged at the ends as the stallion kept talking.
“And I don’t care if we close in fifteen minutes, we do not give away free food, even that which we’ve already made. Got it, brat?”
Button bit into his cheek as he saw the small unicorn nod, but her body shook. He knew how it could feel when you came to the arcade with not much in your pocket, or if you’d spent a bit too much on the machines, just before gnawing hunger made you realize that your internal bet was rather incorrect. He looked into his pocket, and made a split second choice.
“Hey, sis, why did you run off?”
Both of the other ponies looked directly at him as he scratched the back of his head, hoping that neither would notice the sweat that had broken over his brow. Button knew he could just offer to pay for her, but with how angry the pegasus looked, he was hoping a little levity would help.
It did not, as proven by the stallion spitting out, “Oh, so you’re another freeloader, ay?”
Button swallowed hard, before patting the side of his pants, causing the bits there to jingle in response. That got the cook’s attention as his eyes widened, and he let out an internal sigh of relief. Sometimes, ponies wouldn’t let you pay for a ‘freeloader’ after they had chosen it, because any sort of charity was bad.
“Not at all, sir. Unfortunately, I was supposed to bring my little sis with me today, and we got split up while I was rocking it on Asteroids. Now,” he smiled wide at the small filly, “sorry for taking so long, but you can order now.”
The mare fidgeted a little bit, before brushing away a few loose strands of her orange mane away, and looking back at the imposing stallion. “W-well, I was hoping to have a slice of pizza, the deluxe nachos, and a refill cup.” She then turned her beautiful, hazel eyes to Button, and in her soft, melodic voice, she asked, “I-Is that okay, brother?”
Button beamed at her, before turning to the cook. “Well, can’t say I’m not used to her trying to eat me out of house and home. Luckily, I’ll say double up that order my good colt! I’m pretty famished too.”
The cook, not really tricked, but also couldn’t really care, just rolled his eyes. “Alright, that’ll be sixteen bits. Cough ‘em up.”
Button produced the bits, and happily gave them to the grumpy gus. Once he was gone though, his attention went back to the small filly who had grabbed his hand. She glanced away for a moment, before audibly swallowing, and whispering, “Thank you.”
Button waved a hand in front of him, giving her a huge grin. “Hey, think nothing of it.”
The filly looked away, before lowering her hand, and nodding. She didn’t seem like she planned on moving, though Button didn’t either, not until he had his food, but with only maybe ten minutes left in the arcade, he needed to decide how to spend that time.
With her.
With the machines.
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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
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Strip Club
Button made his way down the street, biting into his lip as he got closer to one building in particular. On the outside, a quick glance would make you think that it was just a bar. It had neon, a sign with some crude, but welcoming, symbol, and drunk stallions could be seen leaving it.
If you looked closer though, you could see the tell tale signs. The neon wasn’t just to say it was open, or in the shape of a beer. Instead, it was wired so that it was of a mare spinning around her poll. Not only that, but the posters on the outside were similar, showing off different sorts of mares, all scantily clad of course.
He tapped on his slacks as he stared at the front. He could hear the music from within, top 20 pop radio, which Button could approve of. In fact, the catchy tones had led to him and his mom singing along with it most of the way to Manehatten. He could also see tables set up around the place, and some of the stallions just talking to each other.
With enough re-assurance that he wasn’t about to be bombarded by only tits and asses, he stepped into the club. The bouncer at the front, a massive minotaur lowered his sunglasses, before holding out his hand. For a few moment, Button frowned, trying to understand what it was for, before remembering that anypony younger than him wouldn’t have been allowed in.
He fumbled for his wallet as two mares in the back looked across the room. The one on the left, a stocky, overweight woman smiled widely at the nervous mannerisms. While most mares saw very few innocent colts like Button, the older, white pegasus found them as a normal occurrence. A real shame, she thought, with her name. “Oh, he looks so cute! And I think I’ve even heard my little Pinkie talk about a colt like him.”
The other mare, a particular gray thestral, smiled from within her cloak. Priscilla of course was supposed to be back at the circus, but she had decided to see old friends, and she had hoped Button might follow her here. Though, of course, he doubted that it was him actually following her.
She crossed her arms underneath her chest, which was one of the few things her and the strip club owner had in common. “Oh? And what does your granddaughter have to say about him?”
The white pegasus looked through her bouncy, yellow mane as she raised an eyebrow. “And ruin my namesake? Never!”
Priscilla pretended to huff, even going so far as to throw her arms down to her sides, but she honestly loved the banter. It was one of the reasons why she enjoyed coming to Manehatten with her troop so often. “Surprise, I want to know who I’ll be letting wander around my circus, so please, indulge me in a small spoiler.”
Surprise glanced at her counter point, before shrugging. She knew that Priscilla would have her fun with him, no matter what she was told, so there was no real point in denying her. “Well, he is cute, can be a touch shy, and a true knight, just like one of his rpgs. Add to that thumbs that can handle any joystick, and you have any of my girl’s greatest dreams.”
Priscilla raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Do you plan to give him some ‘extra entertainment’?”
Surprise shrugged. “Perhaps if I get the right opportunity.”
“Hmm, I do suppose you’re right. Where do you think he’ll sit though?”
“Well, I know where I want him to, but, it’s really all up to him.”
And Button kind of wished someone could have decided for him as he stood at the edge of the club floor. He could either crowd around the stage like the other guys, and watch the main event, go into one of the booths, where he might get some privacy, though that went for the dancer too, or he could simply go to the bar. There he could maybe try a bit of alcohol to try to calm his nerves.
Only choice now was which.
Stage
Bar
Booth
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Yes
Button Mash swallowed hard, looked the mare in the eyes, and said, “Yes.”
Her face split open with a wide grin, before she moved in, and pecked him on the cheek. “About damn time one of you made my wait fun.” She then bounced back, falling almost perfectly into the racing console as she pointed at Button. “Now, you better not disappoint me, got it?”
Button took in a deep breath as he smiled. She definitely wasn’t the type of mare he would normally spend time with. No, no one in Ponyville, from what he knew, was even like her. But… that also excited him, and he didn’t know where he would be going to college at, so making a wild friend here might help him out if he ended up here.
But first, he had a race to win.
The mare glanced over at Button as he took his seat, and shivers ran down her spine. He didn’t have her grace when it came to grabbing the wheel, or taking the shift, but his eyes… She bit into her lip as with only the slightest flick, she could tell her knew every bit of the foreign machine. “So, first time driving here?”
Button settled back into the faux leather, his breath completely even, despite not knowing it. In fact, a well kept secret by only a few ponies was this state. They said that his cutie mark took complete control here, and when he got like this, no one could beat him.
He slid his tokens in, and shifted slightly. “Yeah. Though, I’ve played on these sorts of machines plenty.”
The mare frowned. His nervousness was gone, and she wasn’t sure where it had gone. Instead, it was replaced by this mechanical voice. It frightened her… but also excited her a little bit as she turned back to her screen, and slid in her own set of tokens. “Well, I’ll give you a bit of a warning then. The steering-”
“-sticks a little when you try to turn a little to the left. So I noticed.”
And in that moment, the naughty pegasus realized that when he said she would eat his dust, he was by no means bluffing. She clenched her jaw, but not out of anger. No, it was pure excitement, and she turned back to the screen, where her whole attention was now.
The race started, and at first, it wasn’t anything too special. On certain stretches, the red mare would take the lead, streaking down the straightaways with better acceleration due to her knowing the exact second to switch it over to the next gear, usually accompanied by the sound of Button doing it a second later. When it came to the turns though, Button seemed like he had omniscience as he would often use other cars to help make his turns tighter. What he lost in speed usually was recuperated by his lack of distance travelled, and, half the time, by using her or his turn.
It was a vicious, but brutally effective tactic, and the mare bit into her lip every time he smashed the side of her car. She knew that if this weren’t a game, both cars would be a wreck by now, but if used just once to win… A heat primed itself in her, even as the last turn promised her that she wasn’t winning. Not when Button was getting to shift a second before her as they raced down the last stretch.
It wasn’t even close to her.
Button let out a long breath of air as he leaned back, not having realized how tense his body was. He hadn’t gone that all out since he won the Super Smash Sisters’ regional tournament at Ponyville. When he looked over, he saw the red mare there, smiling at him with the same, predatory look as before.
She extended a hand to him. “Drift. Nice to meet you.”
Button swallowed hard as he took her hand, and gave it a firm shake. “Good race. You almost had me there.”
Drift smirked, her wings stiffening a little bit. Any other racer she knew, and they would have gloated. Not this kid though. Of course not this kid. “Nah, you had me pretty good. Which also means,” she leaned in close, knowing that the screen light would practically let him see through her tank top while she was this close, “you’ve won the bet. However,” she paused to smile, and forced a blush not to come to her cheeks, “if you’re feeling really lucky, I’ve got an event I need to go to, and we can do double or nothing there. What do you say?”
Button paled at the thought of double, but it also meant more time with her, and… he glanced back at the screen and how much fun it had been. If she wanted a rematch…
Go with her.
Take your winnings now.
Button's Manehatten Minute
No
Button shook his head, his nerve bending to his fears. He was confident he could beat her, even push the thoughts of her bare chest out of his mind. But crazy or slutty weren’t always the safest to get tangled up with. “I-I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m actually that interested.”
For one moment, that cocky grin on the mare’s face slipped, and her shoulders slumped. They quickly shifted back to being straight, though her smile did not come back. Instead, it was a deep, angry scowl. She turned away from him, holding up her middle finger as she said, “Alright, pussy, but get the fuck out of my face though if you’re just going to be another spineless nerd.”
For a moment, Button bit into his cheek as he considered what to say back, before shaking the thought away. Nothing he said would make her happy, and he didn’t need a friend like her. There were better things he could do anyways, and those thoughts brought a smile back to his face, and pushed the slutty mare out.
Sniper Elite 8
Food
Button's Manehatten Minute
Sniper Elite 9
Button slowly made his way through the arcade, his fingers twitching. He hadn’t been able to bring any of his consoles with him, so he was beginning to have withdrawals from his normal triggers. He needed something that he could press, and what better way than with a real challenge?
Hence, he was to be a sniper, and smiled to himself as he walked up to the machine He was used to playing stuff like this by himself, but just from how the mare stood, he could tell she knew what she was doing. That, or she was some sort of gun nut.
A minute of watching her though, Button took it back. Despite the fact that she held it like a real rifle, it didn’t slow her. The minute a target came up, she would shift only as much as she needed to, and pull the trigger. Button wasn’t even sure if he was actually as good as her. Then again, she was in the early levels, and it was easy to show off while the enemies didn’t move.
That, and it was easier to try to join her game if he thought he might beat her score. So, he placed a token beside the mare, just loud enough to get her attention. Her brown eyes swiveled to him as she shot outside of the screen, her black mane blocking her eyes for a moment as she moved.
“Yes?”
Button swallowed hard. She didn’t have a bad voice, in fact, it sounded kind of pretty. The harsh tone, and low whisper, mixed with an odd amount of steel, made him hesitate. This was a mare who looked to be in her late twenties, so not exactly the sort to be at an arcade. She could be here because of home trouble too.
It never hurt to ask though, especially if he could possibly make her night better, so he straightened himself out, and gave her his best smile. “Well, I was hoping I might be able to share a game with you. See how fast two pros like us can beat it.”
The loud bang of the rifle on screen echoed in response to his statement, getting one of the trickier enemies that were behind cover as she smiled ever so slightly. Her eyes darted back to him, her sharp, angular face, following this time. Her mane was sleek and straight, framing her features perfectly. The smile was already gone by the time she was fully turned to him, but her eyes weren’t as hard as before.
For a moment, she simply stared at him, before turning back to the game for the next stage. As she began to pick off the targets, she said, just as cold as before, “If you want to play with me, go ahead. However, if you end up not being as good, then I will make you get off. Got it?”
Button hesitated as he picked up his token. As confident as he was in his skills, this mare was fantastic, and he didn’t want to make her any angrier. And, there was still time to check out other options…
Pick up the rifle
Head over to play Ferari Grand Pri
Leave and get some food.
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.
Back to the very beginning. \
Back to your last choice
Button's Manehatten Minute
Bar
Button walks up to the bar, smiling at the patrons as he decides to take a seat. While he didn’t really drink, having sipped a bit of beer earlier in the day as a part of having turned eighteen, he also wasn’t sure that he was ready to start enjoying the show. But with a bit of liquid courage, he would probably be fine.
An attractive Zebra mare walked over in a tight, white tanktop that outlined her rather large bosom quite well. Button swallowed at seeing her, her tight, small booty shorts not helping. She flashed him a subdued smile as she put down the glass she’d been washing, and stopped in front of him. “So, do you know what you want, kid?”
He bit into his cheek and drummed his fingers on the counter. To be honest, he didn’t even know what brand of beer he could want. Add that to all the bottles behind her and that just added to the confusion. “Umm, what do you suggest?”
The light green stallion next to him perked his ears up, before turning to Button. He was built like a truck, with a wide, barrel chest, his ginger mane spreading to a massive, impressive beard, but he did have a wide, friendly smile. When he spoke, it was with a thick, scottish brouge. “Ah, don’t listen to this missy! Give him one of mine to start, on me!”
Button smiled at him, not able to currently see the stallion’s drink, but he wasn’t one to turn down a gift. Besides, he was out here to try new things and have new experiences, so why would he say-
Thunk.
Button stopped, staring at tall, glass boot in front of him, filled to the brim with an amber ale. He swallowed hard, staring at it. He could feel the Scotcolt’s eyes on him, and knew it would be rude to say no, so he reached out to the drink.
“No, the other way.”
Button hesitated, before turning the boot around, and then pulling it towards him.
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Knock, knock
Love Tap opened her eyes at the sound. She hadn’t expected anyone to come to her room tonight, not that she knew of at least. At best, it could be Button, but he should have had a key on him. She frowned at the thought as a worm of worry crawled into her. If something had happened to him, it would lead to someone coming to her room… maybe.
She made sure the long, pink robe she had on, so as not to scar her little stallion, was tight on her as she got out of bed. She wasn’t really in the mood to get fully dressed, especially after having spent the last four hours fearing for the worst for Button. Sure, she had pushed him to go, as her time in the clubs had helped her understand the world better, but… it was her little colt.
She could start making voices out as she neared the door. They were loud, boisterous, with the heavy, luxury walls being the only reason she couldn’t have heard them before. For a moment, her fear was replaced by an old attraction as she could make out the groups accent. She then dismissed it, knowing she hadn’t caught a viking’s attention in a long while.
This was not so though.
As she opened the door, her eyes lit upon the green stallion in front, who was almost twice her size, and her jaw almost fell to the floor. “Axe?”
His eyes lit up, before a boisterous shout escaped his lungs, shaking the timbers of the hotel as he surged forward. Love Tap tried to get out of the way, remembering how the old sailor used to act, but was too late. Next thing she knew, two, thick arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tight in a bear hug, and driving the air out of her lungs.
Axe Head was fairly oblivious to any sort of complaint she might have had. “Ah, how is my favorite stripper doing nowadays?”
Love Tap blushed as his large, calloused hand came forward, and before she could protest, slipped beneath her robe and clutched one of her large breasts. Not that she would have told him no, not after their younger days. She still did push it out, which he was gentlemanly enough to follow. “I’ve been fine. Have a child, but if I weren’t sharing this room with him, I might be tempted to fill his father’s place with you.”
The other men in the troop gave a whoop of cheer for their captain as he laughed, not knowing that the last time Love Tap and him had seen each other was actually for the good stallion’s funeral. That was many years in the past for the two though, and they had moved on.
And a certain member of the troop had grown up.
Axe grinned as he reached back, taking something from another of the old sailors as he said, “Well, I’ll say I should of recognized the boy when I met him. Reminds me too much of you and Turbo.”
When he pulled his hand back, Love Tap gasped, seeing her little colt passed out on top of his arm, with a viking helmet loosely hanging on his head. Axe merely smiled and pat the stallion he held on the back. “He was a fine trooper as I led him through a bar’s best selection, took him around town, and-”
“And then he passed out when-”
“-The alcohol got to him, and nothing else!”
While the growl in his voice was enough to quiet his band of buccaneers, but he could also feel death staring straight into his back. He turned back to Love Tap, whose eyes were lowered into a stare that he’d only seen when he first began giving those wonderful tatas a good squeeze. He cleared his throat and slumped his shoulders so he might be able to be smaller.
“What happened?”
Axe drummed his fingers against each other, before clearing his throat. “Well… you see… I wanted to check his sailor’s balance, but without a ready ship, I thought a mechanical bull would do.” He was silent for a moment, and wilted before her raised eyebrow. “At maximum settings.”
Love Tap shook her head and pointed to the second bed in the room. “Just lay him down, and remember to start sending me mail again, alright?”
As Axe laid Button down, afraid of receiving some sort of wrath from his old friend, he was instead treated with the real best part that he remembered of her. Her soft, gentle lips against his rough cheek in a small, tender peck.
“Thanks for showing him the ropes, Axe. It means a lot to me.”
He smirked back at her, his heart swelling with memories, and feelings that had never quite gone away. “I still wish you’d chosen me instead.”
Love Tap shook her head. “And you know I would never have been willing to be a part of your real profession, and the first time you told me to just wait at home so you could make you dinner-”
“-You’d of brained me with my own axe.” He chuckled as he got up, shaking his head as he felt pride swell up in him for the mare. “However did you manage to raise a colt like this?”
Love Tap looked past the large stallion to Button as he laid on the bed, and the small smile on her face told Axe all he needed to know. He patted his old flame on the back, before looking to his men. “Alright you buffoons, we got a night to finish off, and we’ve taken enough time from this nice mare.”
Love Tap turned to watch them go, tears at the edge of her eyes from the joy she could remember, and the happiness she felt for Button. Of course, she still couldn’t let Axe have the last word, and called back, “And thanks for the souvenir. Should take me a week to forget the smell!”
She stood in the middle of the room, smiling as she chuckled with Axe’s thunderous laughter.
Back to the Strip Club
Back to the Beginning
Author's Note
If you're interested in some sexy times with this interpretation of Love Tap, you can check out good end one , or a bad end one. Main difference is that one is snuff.
Button's Manehatten Minute
Leave to the Arcades
Button Mash shook his head, his body beginning to shake uncontrollably. He knew his mom wanted him to get out of his comfort zone, to experience new things, but he just couldn’t do it anymore. This wasn’t him. He was a good colt, and this type of stuff revolted him.
He stood up on unsteady legs, before stepping out of the alley. He didn’t look to any of the ponies around him, instead deciding to keep his eyes straight to the ground. His fingers went into his pocket, his mind travelling to the arcade he’d considered going to before. It would help him calm down, if nothing else, so he would be better prepared to go face his mom.
And then he felt even worse when he got there. Apparently, even if he hadn’t decided to go to the red light district, he might have gotten there with only about ten or fifteen minutes left before it closed. Then again, that still would have been better than what he was left now.
With a sigh, Button turned to walk away, before hearing a small bit of shuffling. Looking behind him, he could see a small bundle of cloth beside the door. It moved a bit again, and he bit into his lip, thinking that it could be another pony, but that it could just as easily be some sort of dog or something waiting to bite him, especially with his luck tonight.
Investigate the bundle.
Head on back to the hotel.
Button's Manehatten Minute
Head on back to the hotel.
Button shook his head, the image of the dead man in the alley still all too vivid in his mind. No, he was done for the night, and just wanted to get home. At least there he knew what to expect. And while Love Tap was disappointed at first, once she heard his story, she let him come in and rest. She herself went to bed with a heavy heart, sad that her colt had to be hurt like this.
Back to the arcade.
Back to the beginning.
Button's Manehatten Minute
Casino
Tommy sighed as he leaned back on the chair he sat on. The blue unicorn considered tonight a pretty good night. Few jackpots, drinks were flowing, and a good few visitors from Ponyville were even wasting their money here. All in all, the sort of night he usually would treat himself to with brandy in one hand.
His horn glowed, working on the complex combination to his alcohol case, just before a knock came to his door. He frowned for a moment because of it, before checking the camera that would let him see which of his goons it might be. Bruiser was there, naturally, but the one next to him… “Hmm.”
He clicked a button beneath his desk, and the door buzzed to be unlocked. Almost immediately, Bruiser swung it open, and the firebrand beside him marched forward. He had honestly liked the work he’d seen from… Babs Seed? Yes, that was her name. However, she wasn’t supposed to be allowed to see him. “Bruiser, why did you bring our lovely waitress?”
Babs crossed her arms below her large bosom, before she barked out, “Because a friend of mine just walked into the casino, and I thought I would warn you about him before you decided you had to put a hit on him or anything like that.”
Tommy paused for a moment, staring at his brandy as he thought about what she might mean. Normally, he would simply tell a mare like her no, and see what happened, but as she had come to the casino after his business got rid of her barbershop, he doubted she would just forget her suspicions.
Not that she could do anything to the mob, not with how he had built it. Not only that, but here she was hoping to help them. He finally turned to face her directly, and put down his glass. “And what are you hoping for in return?”
Babs shook her head at the request. “While a raise or something would be nice, I’m just looking out for someone I care about. You and your group’s talk of family should make that understandable, or is that all tabloids stuff?”
Tommy raised an eyebrow. While he did use family instead of team usually in his organization, anytime someone brought it up to him, it was pretty funny, as he had found his talent when he murdered his dad, and had no kids. His mom? Fuck if he knew. He did understand the sentiment of care though, and knew that he would go out of his way to protect Bruiser if he ever had to, cause the big mook was like a brother to him. “I do understand, but are you sure your friend would even be in trouble?”
Babs walked to the side of his desk as she rolled her eyes. “Tell me sir, what do you think of the idea of having every last bit robbed of this place by a stupid colt who just thinks he’s playing games?”
Tommy Gun stopped at that, before leaning back in his chair, and beckoning her over. “And what makes you think he can?”
Babs grinned as a sign came up on his monitor, showing that someone had gotten the big jackpot from one of the slot machines. The biggest of all of them in fact. Tommy blinked for a moment, going to a camera on the machine to see who it was, and saw a surprised, brown colt sitting at it. Babs pointed at him. “That’s my friend, Button Mash.”
Tommy blinked again, before snapping. “Bruiser, keep an eye on this young stallion. If he does this again, or wins any amount like this, I wish for you and a courtesy woman to help slow him down. Full deal.”
“And that deal is?”
Tommy glanced to Babs with a smile. “Not what you assume, I promise. However, if you wish to keep me honest, you may stay and watch what he does.”
Babs fidgeted for a moment, before leaning over the console, curious herself as to what Button might do at a casino.
Button, for his part, was having a little bit of a hard time with all the chips he had just gotten. He had only planned to play for about 5 bits, but now…
Circus
Blackjack
Roulette
Button's Manehatten Minute
Pick Up The Rifle
Button rolled his eyes at his own hesitation as the end results screen for the dark blue mare, and slid the token into the second player slot. He then pulled the second rifle out of its holster, and fired at the screen to show he was in. It cleared the stats screen, and he frowned for a moment, having meant to look at her scores before moving on. Not that he hadn’t seen her skill firsthand.
He checked the tracking on the game, moving his aim quickly, keeping the rifle at his hip and going purely by where the tracker showed the rifle as pointing. A soft whistle escaped him as it kept up perfectly. “You don’t usually find cabinets this good.”
The other player swiped her silver mane behind ear as the ‘story’ to the silly game played. Her voice still had the same edge to it, but from how her features seemed to have softened, Button wondered if it was simply ingrained into her vocal cords. “I wouldn’t play if it weren’t.”
He grinned as the last few pieces of dialogue played out, and he smacked the bottom of the rifle, wondering if he looked anything like Hoof Nukem like this. Then again, Hoof was more of a boomstick user than a riflecolt. “Ah, so you’re a quality gamer. I’ll admit that sometimes it’s actually more fun to play against the limitations of a game, especially if you want goofy stories.”
“Get Shootin’!”
Button had been looking at the mare as the words were said, and watched as the rifle came up, sighted, and fired, all in one fluid motion. Her whole body was rigid now, but her eyes relaxed. Half closed, they looked tired, but he watched as they swiveled free, never staying in a single spot for more than a few milliseconds. It was… terrifying.
As her second round rang off, he was reminded that they were still playing a game, and Button turned back to it. “I’ll take the left, you take the right!” He fired on one on his side, forcing him to cover, and exposing the poor jerk behind him. Another round saw him gone. A round from her got rid of the guy behind cover, who only had a hand showing, and it progressed them forward.
He was certain now that she was better, and while intimidating, it was also kind of hot. “Um, so my name’s Button Mash. Yours?”
Silence came from the other side, as the mare didn’t even budge from her position. He thought he could see a frown on her lips, and a pang of guilt ran through him. She had four kills to his one, and he could hear her words echoing in his mind. If he wanted her to talk, he would need to really focus, and stop being an idiot.
The next screen did indeed go better as he paid attention solely to the game. Anyone watching would probably think they were evenly matched, but Button could hear it. A second before him, she would already be ready, having her target picked, sighted, and shot. It almost drove him crazy, and each screen was like this.
And with each screen, he fell behind. It wasn’t the same deficit, but he was always down by another kill or two, and he couldn’t figure out how. Maybe it was her technique? But she was a lot more limited in her mobility. It just didn’t make sense to him.
Button only let the storm brew in the back of his mind, instead deciding to keep firing. He was still doing well, and hopefully she didn’t actually expect him to keep up with her. He mentally shrugged with the condolence as he aimed at the last enemy, her cursor on its way. He sighted up, hers fell onto the target, and fired, with her following one second after.
“Miss!”
What Button didn’t see was the mare’s eyes widening as her hand went down to her hip, patting something no one could see. Another, purple hand fell onto her blue one, and the mare looked into the eyes of another. The second one raised a quick eyebrow, and Button finally looked over as the sniper let out a deep breath.
The second mare, a purple earth pony with a black mane coming around and extending a hand to Button. “Hey there! Not every night I meet a stallion who can get my galpal here so riled up.”
The one at the gun glared at the second, but otherwise said nothing. To be fair to her, Button thought, she definitely didn’t act riled up. “Umm, are you sure? Because I feel like I’ve been messing up all night, and I just was hoping to make a new friend.”
The purple mare smiled, her low cut, light blue shirt showing off a large amount of cleavage as she slouched. “Ahh, isn’t he precious? I would even possibly say he’s even more innocent than you, Si.”
Button’s ears perked up at that, and he turned to the quiet mare. “Si? Is that your name, or is it short for something?”
“You aren’t going to get an answer out of her. She doesn’t really do-”
“It’s Silence. Not what I was born with, but it fits my talents, and my usual choice of tool.” Silence lowered her gun into its holster, her eyes glancing down at her wrist where a thin watch laid. “Arcade is about to close. Me and Bruise have work to do anyways, but if Bruise really wants someone there to chat with, you can tag along.”
Bruise’s mouth hung open at the invitation, before she turned to Button and then back at her friend, her hands gesturing wildly as she tried to figure out what in Equestria was going on. “Silence!”
The pegasus looked back, an eyebrow raised as she held up a set of keys. “You can come with us, or we can drop you off somewhere. I don’t really care which.”
Bruiser scratched her head before looking at Button, who looked just about as confused. “Umm, I actually could use someone to talk to, I guess, so it’s up to you.”
Go with the two.
Have them drive you back to the hotel.
Button's Manehatten Minute
Let the nice mare clean her up.
Cream tentatively let the motherly mare take her by the hand, and pull her away. She could see Button’s wide, goofy grin, and her mind became even more confused. Manehatten wasn’t like this. Manehatten never was like this. But these two…
Love Tap led her into the bathroom of the hotel, where there was a nice, large bath there, easily large enough for two ponies. Cream fidgeted for a moment, trying to think that the mare was going to use her. It was hard though, especially as she began to run the water.
The cream colored mare glanced back at Orange Cream, and nodded to herself. Too much pressure, and there was no telling what might happen. “You don’t need to get undressed if you don’t want to. We can just use the warm water here to get rid of the worst of the gunk. How does that sound?”
Cream shifted her weight, her horn flickering as she glanced for anything she could use as a weapon. The top of the toilet could probably crack her over the head. Then again, she still had done nothing outright dangerous, and now even was going to let her stay clothed. “Y-you don’t want me to undress?”
Love Tap ran her hand through the water, checking to see its temperature, and turned down the heat a little bit so it wasn’t scalding. “Honestly, yes. While Button doesn’t quite get homeless mares like you, I do, and I bet there are a lot of cuts and bruises on you that could use a good, deep cleaning. I also can see that you’re probably ready to run though, so we can take it one step at a time.”
Cream blinked a few times. She claimed to understand, but how? She wasn’t from the town. She was probably from some sort of angelic part of Equestria, like Canterlot. Her words didn’t make her feel like she was being belittled though. She placed a hand to her head, wincing as a head ache started to come on.
The older mare glanced back as she heard the slight grunt. “Would you like some ibuprofen? I always bring some with me for if Button does something too stupid.”
Ibuprofen? A drug? Cream shook her head. “N-no, I’ll be fine.”
Love Tap shrugged, trying to show that she didn’t care, before she patted to the tile beside her. “Well then, take a seat. The waters warm, and we need to get started.”
Cream obeyed, coming to the tile floor slowly, her eyes staying on Love as she moved. When the other mare went to touch her with a damp towel, Cream recoiled back. “I-I can clean myself.”
Love Tap pulled the towel back, raising an eyebrow, as if this was a joke, and her small smile didn’t help. “I thought you might like to know where my hands are. Besides, you can thumb your knife while I work too.”
The small mare jumped a little bit at the accusation, but made no other signs of protest. If she was to be so untrusting of them, she had to be fair and allow them their accurate assumptions. Instead, she bent her head forward, and felt velvet fingers run along the side of her face.
They were kind, soft, just like the towel that began to wipe away some of the grime, soot, and dirt that had collected on her face. For a moment, Cream wondered what Love was actually doing, as she would never get all the dirt off unless she pushed down harder. If she pushed down hard enough though, she could smother me.
Cream stopped, her head coming back as she realized what she just thought. Or, more so, the order in which she’d just thought. The mistrust had come… second.
Love Tap lowered her towel, her beautiful, blue eyes looking seemingly into the soul of Cream. She extended a hand, resting in on the small mare’s. “Is something wrong?”
The unicorn fidgeted a bit where she sat, before looking at Love Tap from her peripherals. She mumbled something, but Love’s puzzled expression told her she didn’t hear her. So, she took a deep breath in once more, and, in a now audible whisper, she said, “C-can we move to the tub?”
A smile crossed Love Taps lips as she nodded, and stood up. Cream was only in the process of doing so as the older mare peeled away her shirt, and the vagabond stopped to stare at the bountiful bosom that was only held within a lacy, black bra. And then, that was gone too.
Love Tap noticed the stares, and paused for a few moments. “How… old are you?”
Cream fidgeted, knowing that Button had probably said something like ten, an assumption she usually had a hard time dealing with. She swallowed hard, and glanced away, hoping this wouldn’t ruin everything as she said, “Eighteen.”
The sound of a hoof hitting the tile brought her attention forward, and right into a bountiful amount of flesh that should have been trying to make her panic due to thinking she might suffocate. Instead, they were warm, and inviting, and she nuzzled forward into them. Love Tap ran her hair through the younger mare’s mane, hushing her. “I just wanted to know, and if you feel the need to touch, please, do what will make you the most comfortable.”
Cream’s heart almost skipped a beat at the offer, but when she went to touch, or suckle, it felt… wrong. She didn’t want to use these breasts. She just wanted them, to be able to stay there. They promised things she’d never had.
And, if she were honest with herself, would never have, even from this mare.
Love Tap frowned as she saw tears come to Cream’s eyes, and ran a hand along the back of Cream’s head. “What’s wrong, honey?”
The little nickname even hurt now as the tears began to openly stream from Cream’s eyes, and she looked up to face the goddess who had somehow found her. “I… I want this. I want… I want a family, a home, a-” She quieted as Love Tap put a finger on her lips.
“Would you like to come back to Ponyville with me and Button tomorrow?”
The words couldn’t be true. They had to be a trick. This wasn’t real.
“No strings attached, no need to do anything for me or him, just… I know he’ll be gone soon, and I would love to help a mare like you have a real life. How does that sound?”
It was a lie. She would be tied up, beaten, used, profited from-
“Please.”
Cream’s thoughts stopped at the word, and all the arguments and insecurities melted away as she snuggled into Love Tap’s bosom again, and whispered, “Yes.”
Love Tap wrapped her arms around the scared mare, and gently hushed her to sleep in the bathroom, happy to finally get the mare to stop trembling, and hoped she’d somehow get her to never need to shake again.
Back to the Beginning
Button's Manehatten Minute
Roulette
Button walked towards the area where he could hear the clatter of a smooth ball along a ridged cone. His head bobbed in time with it, in time with his thoughts as he tried to remind himself of the rules. He wasn’t an expert gambler, by any means, but he thought maybe that a simpler game like this would be a good second after slots.
The dealer asked for bets, and Button placed a few bits on a couple different squares, thinking that he didn’t have a real reason not to up his odds, not when he had so much. Then, the wheel spun, and the game was on!
...For about an hour.
As the Button checked his bits, he paled a little bit, having gone from having a decent fortune with him to maybe a hundred left. It was a little bit more than surprising to him, before he shrugged. He didn’t even know why slots had really gone his way even. He was gamer, not a watcher, and he couldn’t tell you what squares the roulette would land on.
Button only could claim to be good at that which he put his hands on, and this was one of the few games where his hands and eyes were completely useless, putting him on a completely even playing ground as everypony else.
Which, Button, being the kid at heart he was, didn’t even consider. He just thought he got unlucky, and went to leave, having had his fun, but wanting to see what else he might be able to find.
Strip Club
Alleyway
Author's Note
The links here are not broken, but time has passed, so things may have changed.
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.
Back to the penthouse
Back to the beginning
Button's Manehatten Minute
Investigate the Bundle
Button walked over to the bundle of cloth, biting into his cheek as he came closer. He was honestly expecting the worst, but the next moment showed that he wasn’t the only one. A flash of steel caught the flickering street light, before a small, scared set of blue eyes looked at him. Button could also see a few loose strands of an orange mane that escaped the old cloth.
He put his hands up to show he was unarmed, and even took a pace back. The mare’s, or filly from how young she looked to Button, eyes softened in response, though she still held the knife towards him. It shook and quivered in her unsteady hands, and the hand holding it looked like it couldn’t put much power into any sort of thrust towards him.
Button swallowed hard, before extending his hand to her. “My name’s Button, and… are you okay?”
Before the mare could respond, a gurgling sound filled the space, before a pained squeak, and the filly doubled over, as if in pain. This brought Button instinctively closer, before the knife got redirected back at him. He didn’t move back though as he knelt onto the ground. “I don’t want to hurt you, I promise. Just… are you okay?”
The mare paused for a few moments, her hand seemingly continuing to get worse, until the blade fell to the ground. She then shut her eyes, allowing a few tears to fall to the ground as she shook her head. Button frowned, before coming closer, and reaching out to her with his hand. Her own slipped into his, shaking like a leaf.
Button helped her up, grabbing her fallen knife in the process. Before she could properly react to the possible threat, Button extended the handle to her and smiled. Now that he could get a good look of her, he could believe that she’d be pretty cute if it weren’t for the mud and dirt that coated her white fur. That only made him smile more as he tried to gesture for her to take the knife. “I doubt you want to lose this, right?”
She snatched it from his hands, her eyes never leaving a state of paranoia. Ponies like him didn’t just appear. They alway had something wrong with them, some sort of agenda to hurt her. She couldn’t let that happen though.
Button scratched the back of his head as he looked to the ratty, old blanket that had still was on the ground now. “Hey, I know it’s weird, but I have a hotel room-”
The mare’s eyes narrowed, knowing what was to come.
“-so, I can at least give you a warm bed for the night, as long as my mom allows it.”
She stopped at that. Unless his mom was in on the possibility of… but then they would need to be… The mare looked down, confused by how the offer had turned out. How it wasn’t right. She glanced back to him, realizing that he was still waiting for her reply.
She took another long look at Button. He wore a nice, white shirt, like most business stallions, and the slacks only complimented that thought. He also had a hotel room, so he was probably just staying for a few days, and had some amount of money.
Which meant she might get some food tomorrow through him.
“Y-yes, I would like that, a lot.”
Button smiled, happy that the night seemed to be looking up now, before gesturing to the main streets. “It’s a bit of a walk, but we should be able to get there pretty easily... “ He frowned, before looking back to his new companion. “What’s your name?”
She glanced at him, but decided that there was no reason to keep something so insignificant from him. It’s not like it would help him find her tomorrow. “Orange Cream.”
Button smiled at that, before licking his lips. “Sounds delicious!”
Cream just stayed silent to that, not wishing to talk. She had no reason to trust the colt. He seemed plenty innocent, but her time on the streets had shown her that they were usually the most dangerous. The only thing that stopped her from disappearing into an alley was the hunger gnawing at her after three days without a meal.
When they did finally get to the hotel room, she waited outside while Button went to talk to his mom. Every nerve in her was screaming in her to run away, and as fast as possible. They could be doing anything in there, and she had no way of knowing. It would be so easy for it to all go wrong.
And then Love Tap stepped out, and Cream felt her head short circuit. She didn’t know the mare. She was as much a blank slate as Button was to her. But one look into those blue eyes, and the motherly concern in them, and it shook the homeless mare to her core.
Love Tap reached out, touching the side of her face. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”
The touch made her mind scream, with every alarm in her blaring like a million different calamities at once. This mare was dangerous, though she couldn’t place why. If she accepted what the mare said, she wouldn’t be able to harm her. Wouldn’t be able to harm Button. But that also meant continuing to starve…
Insist on just needing some sleep.
Let the nice mare take her to get cleaned up .
Button's Manehatten Minute
Blackjack
Button turned his attention away from the slots, smiling to himself as his eyes glanced at the money he now had. The only reason he had even chosen the slots was because you could put so little into them, and he had no plans on losing it all, not tonight. Now that he had possibly more money than he’d had his whole life on the other hand…
He began to walk towards the blackjack table, already dividing his money into sections. Some for blackjack, some for poker, and some for anything else he felt like. When he got to a distance where he could see the cards though, he stopped.
Babs glanced over to Tommy as a deepthroated rumble came from the dangerous unicorn, but she waved the complaint away. “It’s not his fault, it’s just his talent. While he’s called Button Mash, one could say it means that in any game, he knows what button to press next. If he had continued on the slots, he could probably tell anyone which one would payout, and which would just take your money by brushing against the bar. And, knowing him, he would say he didn’t know how he knew.”
Tommy didn’t let his eyes leave the screen with the boy, watching for when he joined the game. The mob boss was an old card counter himself, and already he could see that if he wanted the best odds of winning, he would want to jump in now. “Sorry if I’m not so inclined to believe you when he is acting just like an ametuar in his field.”
And then, the decks were reshuffled, just as Button sat down at the table. Babs could hear Tommy let out a soft swear, but his eyes still didn’t budge. It was all too possible the young stallion was a professional at this, and simply had decided to move to his main game. But the colt didn’t hold himself like that.
He talked to the other patrons, often times not bothering to look at their cards, but looking to them as they hit bust. In return, they created plenty of a distraction while he would have been needing to do advanced calculations, especially this early in the deck. And yet, as more cards were played, he won more and more, until he seemed to never lose, just like an ametuar card counter.
And that’s about when Bruiser began to move towards him.
Tommy lifted two fingers to his head. “Don’t hurt him. Let him know that I would like to see him in the penthouse suite.”
Bruiser grumbled at the words. He wasn’t a complex man, but even he knew the kid was a card counter, and most card counters… disappeared from this place. But, the boss’s words were his words, and he wasn’t about to disobey them.
Button didn’t quite jump from the tap on his shoulder, having seen the hulking mass in his peripherals as he talked to one of the other men at the table who was asking him how he got so lucky. Still, he did shrink back, as the man was rather… large. “Y-yes, sir?”
He gestured for Button to raise. “My boss has asked me to take you to the Penthouse suite, to show how happy we are to have such a skilled player, and how we wish to accum- accomi…”
“Accommodate?”
Bruiser’s eyes lit up a little bit as he nodded. “Yeah, that’s it.”
Button grinned at him, his bout of initial fear fading, and a worm of curiosity boring into him. Was he being mistaken as someone, or was this a chance for him to get into the competitive gaming scene somehow? He’d never seen himself as a card player before.
The thoughts of grandeur stayed in his head all the way until they got to the top floor, where the doors opened to…
Button’s head short circuited for a moment as the mare before them smiled. She looked familiar, like the girls at the front counter, but she had obviously forgone the outfit they had wearing. They were fully clothed at least. This one, with her vibrant, red mane, and white coat, had on a black leotard that stopped just below her nipples, letting him see almost half of her areolas. It was also tight around her crotch, letting him see the deep indent there that promised… things. Even looking away from all of that didn’t help due to her tight, black stockings.
The mare extended a hand to him as he stepped out of the elevator, the guard seeming to be disinclined to follow him. Instead, he was left alone with the ill dressed mare. “Hello there, Mr. Mash. My name is Strawberry Shortcake, but you can call me Short if you’d like. As one of our VIP member, I’ve been assigned to your case, and am supposed to help in any way you desire.”
A shiver ran through Button’s spine at how she stressed her words, and he began to look around the place, thinking that it looked like a damn near house with how large it was. It was almost overwhelming. “Wow…”
“I can give you a tour of the place if you’d like. I do have to ask that you stay here for a little bit though, as my boss would like to talk to you.”
That made him frown, and begin to wonder just what in Equestria he had done to deserve all of this, especially when most casinos, to his knowledge, didn’t like you winning money. His eyes scanned the room as he thought about what to do, and lighted upon an old Plowstation 1 and a stack of games beside it.
Go on a tour
Play some games
Button's Manehatten Minute
Run Away to the Arcade
Button didn’t wait to find out. He planted his hooves firmly, and launched himself forward. The voice behind him yelled, “Hey, what’s wrong?”, but it was too late. Button’s paranoia had gotten the better of him, and he had to go. Besides, such a place as the red light district just wasn’t for him.
Granny Grant’s Ginormous Gaming Goal was though. He took in a deep breath as he stood outside of the doors, letting his heart rate rest. Another few steps in, and he would be surrounded by that which he knew. Even more than just hyperbole even, as he’d been there before with his best buddies. Admittedly though, it wasn’t nearly as late as it was now.
Still, just being able to hear the arcade machines blaring through the thin doors, being able to smell the greasy arcade food, it all made his fingers twitched. The nervousness of before, the exhaustion of his dead sprint, it all melted away as he opened the door.
Glancing around the arcade, he smiled, happy to see that the night was as exciting as the day here, as dozens of kids were hanging out around the place. His eyes scanned the room, checking off which machines were available, and how long the line for food was, because he could honestly use some relaxation.
Food!
Ferari Grand Pri 8!
Minecraft
Sniper Elite 9
Button's Manehatten Minute
Run to Another Alley
Button’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to understand, to process even. But this was out of his depth. He didn’t even get the hookers in Grand Pony Auto, let alone be solicited by one! And then the other two, with at least one that was drunk off her ass, while the other looked so intimidating. She even brought up acid, so was that a threat of what she would do to him?
No. He wasn’t willing to do this. He needed out. He didn’t listen to the voices behind him, and instead dashed into the next alley. Pressed against the wall, he was pretty visible to anyone who even glanced in his direction. The two coherent mares knew these streets well though, and chasing someone could just end up being a trap. So, Button stayed right where he was, panting and heaving.
After what felt like an eternity to him, and was actually just five minutes, Button’s eyes swivelled to the area around him. As far as alleys went, it wasn’t… terrible? A few metal trash cans, some cardboard boxes, and only one homeless person! In fact, the orange stallion didn’t look that bad, though maybe a touch sleepy.
Button carefully stepped across the alley, his eyes glued to the old, scruffy man. Just because he didn’t look threatening, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be. In fact, if he believed in common phrases, the quieter, the worse. Well, at least, as long as they weren’t dead.
And as he shook the stallion’s shoulder, he found out why the man would be no trouble at all. For a moment, his heart stopped, especially as he noticed the gun that was in his lap. However, upon closer inspection, the blood stains on his clothes weren’t from any wounds he could find, and he couldn’t find a place where the man shot himself. Then again, Button couldn’t really do a close examination, what with the blood all.
He stepped away from the corpse as tears came to his eyes. This place… this place wasn’t for him. No matter what Priscilla, his mom, or anypony else told him, this place wasn’t for him. How could it be?
Then again, he was just running at this point. Who said the two mares meant him any harm? Or, for that matter, what possible reason could anyone to come after him like they did this man? And if he thought he was wrong, he could just take the dead man’s pistol, no matter how wrong that might feel.
But he could also just leave.
Leave to the arcades.
Pick up the gun.
Button's Manehatten Minute
Drive Back to the Hotel
The ride was… quiet, and unsettling. Bruise ended up driving, despite Silence having the keys, and he was pushed to the back of the car. What was even worse was that however the car was made, it ended up meaning that the sound was blocked on its way to him, so he couldn’t hear a thing they said.
Yeah, unsettling was definitely the right word for the experience. It only got worse as Silence told him to get out, and only that when they got to the hotel. It did reassure him at least that he was quite done with his birthday night at least.
In the morning though, after having succeeded in not waking his mom up, Button awoke to a gentle knock. A muffled curse came from his mom’s bed, and he grinned at it, before walking over to the door. Opening it didn’t show any ponies, but instead just a small gift basket with a note on it.
She wouldn’t ever tell you this, but she really enjoyed having a good ‘spotter’ with her as she calls you. If you want to get in contact with her, her gamer tag is Deadshot. Don’t tell her who told you though! -Bruise
Button blinked a few times, before a small smile slipped onto his face. This prompted the mare that was watching around the corner to grin from ear and ear, before turning to leave. This, unfortunately, turned her into the waiting fist of her friend. After it slammed into her face, Silence shook her fist, groaning as she realized that she’d need to drag Bruise’s fat ass back to base.
She couldn’t quite get rid of the butterflies in her stomach that had spawned when she saw Button last night though, and now they got so annoying as to force her to smile. Stupid butterflies.
Go back to picking up the rifle.
Go back to the beginning.
