Of Stallions and Mares

Button Mash tapped the end of the shovel he held in his hands. He was as tense as a ball of rubber bands, and felt like he could snap at any moment. Not that he had much of a choice, what with knowing what was below the ground. He just wished that it hadn’t needed to be kept at his house. Anypony else’s would have been so much better!

The sound of a faucet beginning to run made him glance behind him and bite into his lip. His mom had been playing some games when he had gone out back, but he’d known that she could, at any moment, stop and come to ask him what he was doing. Then he would need to come up with a lie, and that would only get worse when she noticed the erection he was rocking, despite how cold it was.

“Just, just calm down, Button. You have nothing to fear. She’s probably just inside, doing the dishes. Maybe she’s even changed into those nice, small shorts that she does before bed. And,” he said with a soft chuckle, only letting himself speak like this to calm him down for the others, “maybe she lost, and put on her pouty shirt.”

“You mean the one that lets you see her nipples?”

Button Mash almost leapt into the tree he was standing beside at the voice. It was one he recognized, sure, but he didn’t want him to hear his thoughts. Then again, if they were to do what they had talked about yesterday… “H-Hey Rumble.”

His best friend, Rumble, patted him on the back as he scratched his black hair. While at one point he was a fairly innocent, sincere colt, over the years exposure to his brother’s perversions had turned him into being fairly open about all of that. Luckily for most mares, he wasn’t nearly as repulsive or disgusting as his brother was when he tried to hit on them. At least, until tonight. “So, I’m guessing you know what you’re going to do with it first.”

Button’s face became even brighter at that. Out of the three stallions that were coming, he was the youngest, having turned eighteen yesterday, but by far the most innocent. Rumble had even fucked a mare already, even if it was just to comfort one of Soarin’s hurt targets. “Well, I mean, I’ve tried to keep it down, but my mom…”

Rumble put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Is a complete and absolute bombshell. Trust me, I’ve been around you when she is going to get something, middle of the night, in just her underwear, and wanted her just as badly. But hey, tonight could be your chance.”

Button nodded slowly as he flexed his fingers, and the throbbing member in his pants began to become uncomfortable. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about this all day, and now that the moment was so close, he was terrified. But, if he were absolutely honest, he was also excited beyond belief. “I just hope it works.”

The flap of wings stopped any response that may have come out of Rumble, and they both turned to the largest set of wings in their year. Not that spindly Featherweight really wanted that. With how short he was, which was saying something with the fact that both Rumble and Button were chest height for most mares, the massive wings made him look absolutely tiny. He was the dirtiest of them all, what with his hobby. “You mind if I take pictures if it does?”

Button smacked himself, sighing as he thought about all the times that they found Featherweight with about half a dozen bruises from a peeping attempt that failed. “Umm, I guess, though I wouldn’t mind doing it, you know, privately.”

Featherweight shifted, especially as Rumble’s eyes narrowed, but as the other pegasus didn’t speak, he got the chance to. “Well, until we know the full extent of this thing’s power, or some idea at least, wouldn’t it be best to have us watching.”

Button’s face was bright red at this point. “I-I guess.”

“Well,” Rumble said as he stepped forward, “something you shouldn’t need to guess about is the rules. Remember them” He watched as both of them nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for him. Not with all he’d seen in his life. “Say them.”

Featherweight and Button swallowed hard. While, sure, they were to work together, Rumble was kind of their leader. “We can’t actually hurt them. They’re still ponies, and we’re not sadists. The mares we go after we actually want or like. We never take a mare out of anger. And, until we find out if we can make it permanent, we’ll try to not impregnate them. Not until…”.

Rumble swallowed hard as the two looked at him. While the three wanted to be good about all of this, say they wouldn’t abuse this, the plan they had ruined any chance of that. Then again, you also had one sexually pent up stallion who was constantly teases for being a colt still, a shrimp who constantly got bullied, and sometimes had to peep to stop the high school bullies, and then a third who had spent most of his life watching girls enjoy being used, abused, and being slutty in general.

All three of them were ready to take control themselves.

Rumble swallowed hard. “Until after we have them as our pet, slave, or whatever. We will never let anypony outside of us three get the ring though, and keep the mares safe from anypony else’s abuse.”

Featherweight tentatively rose a hand. “W-what if we make one screw another so we can, in theory-”

Rumble stopped him with an outstretched hand. “S-So long as we have her, you can do whatever you want. Just… make sure they don’t know it’s us. We don’t want the princesses or authorities coming to stop us.”

All of them were quiet at that for a few moments. All of them wanted this. Their chance to be in control. Their chance to be on top, and be the big dogs. And… and to have all the mares they desired, because all three had been declined all of their lives. Rumble only got lucky because the bitch he rode was a sex fiend his brother told to do so.

Button fidgeted a bit, before saying, “What if we could stop even them?”

All three of them looked at each other, before looking down. Button then put the shovel into the dirt, and began to dig. The words the ring had told them that afternoon rung in their ears now. They had just been hanging out at the Everfree, a bit over a year ago. They hadn’t meant to find it, but when they did…

”My three kings, I am pleased to finally meet you. I have never had owners before, as I was discarded after being forged. Or, was it locked away? It doesn’t matter. You are here now, and I can fulfil my goal.”

“You live in a world of four princesses, all who rule the land. And only them. Some may claim that the princes I sense are in charge as well, but they are puppets. Royalty, but with no power. I wish to allow this to change. To give whomever wields me the power to rule all. All you must do is to use me, and I will take your conviction, your strength, and couple it with my own.”

“With me, I will make you all rulers. You merely need to use me.”

Button pulled the box it was in from the ground and looked to the other two. They fidgeted, but said nothing. They all had joked about what they could do with it, but when they had managed to move the sun with it, they had stopped. What was within that box had kept its promise.

And now they planned to use it to rule, just as it had said.

Button opened the lid to the plain, white box, and looked within. All that lay there was a gold band with ancient markings upon it. Pointing forward from the band was a single spike, while going back were two, highly detailed wings. Just like the horn and wings of an alicorn.

Rumble swallowed hard. “Careful how you wear that thing. Could end up hurting yourself.”

Button chuckled half heartedly at that, suddenly quite aware that his erection was gone. The metal was oddly warm for being stuck in the ground, and it being so late on a cool, late summer night. He glanced back at his friends, and then put it on. He had to hide it after all, so he got the first shot.

”Hello, King Mash. It is a pleasure to see you again. I hope our time together is not so short this time.”

Button swallowed hard again. “It… It should be longer this time.” He then turned to the other two stallions as he fidgeted with it. “So, um, what now?”

Rumble shrugged, but Feather was bouncing on his heels. While sure, he was nervous, he had his camera on him for a reason, and was all too ready to see something tonight. “Well, you already know who you’re using it on first, so let’s get to it!”

Button glanced at the ring one more time, before gripping his fingers together, and nodding. His mom told him to be more bold anyways.

He stepped into the kitchen, and for a moment, just stared. His mom, Love Tap, was often considered one of the sexiest milfs in Ponyville, if not Equestria. Despite having him and his brother, her body was amazing. An hourglass figure with tits as big as cantaloupes, and an ass that he knew from experience was as soft as a pillow. And tonight, it was wrapped in a loose gray t-shirt, and gray shorts that barely went below her ass.

And Button’s erection was already back as he raised his finger and pointed at her, though he didn’t know if it was necessary. “Mom, you’re completely under my control. A doll only to serve me, y-your master.”

A golden wave of energy ran itself along the ring on Button’s energy, before the force of the command washed over him. It felt like he’d been hit by a truck or something. What is going on?

It had the right effect on Love Tap though, as the boy turned stiff as a board. She then swiveled towards them and said in a completely monotone voice, “Of course, master.”

Button and the others glanced at each other, even as he held onto his head. So far it was working. “And… and you won’t remember anything I do to you while you’re under my control.” Another wave hit him like a buck to the gut. He couldn’t figure out why though.

“Yes sir.”

Button swallowed hard, before glancing to his partners in crime. He then shut his eyes. No matter what he tried to do, this was going to get messy, and they would be right there, watching and waiting to see what happened. If he continued to worry about them, he wouldn’t be able to do anything that he actually wanted to.

When he opened his eyes, it was just him and her. He pointed his finger at Love Tap again, and said, with a touch more confidence, “Then show me your breasts. Show me what have always been mine, and…” Somehow the pain in him became about ten times worse when he paused, and he barely gasped out, “tell me how much you wish I still suckled on them!”

Love Tap nodded, before reaching down. The thin fabric soon was lifted away from her soft, smooth stomach. She had a bit more fluff to her then she should, but it was a healthy fat, and added to the hourglass she had. Beyond that, she teased the underside of her breasts, before simply pulling it off. It was without ceremony, but none of the stallions there really cared.

They blinked as they saw the first set of tits just for them. No stupid whores, no cheap tricks, no computer screens. Just big, bountiful, bouncy breasts, brought to them by the ring. Love Tap brought her hands to her inverted nipples, teasing them while they stayed hidden. “I wish you still suckled on them like when you were young, master.”

Button nodded, his hands fumbling with his slacks. They were finally there. Not in a shower as he silently peeked, not naked on the couch after he carefully pulled her shirt up. They were just there, and all his. “N-now for the shorts. Take them off, and… and spread your pussy for me.”

Once more, Love Tap nodded while Button put himself against the wall. He was sweating at this point, and didn’t even know how many more commands he might get out before he just passed out. He didn’t remember Rumble having this much trouble when he commanded the sun.

Of course, this soon got kicked out of his mind as Love Tap bent over, pointing her ass right at him. Once more, she disrobed without ceremony, something that the other two took note of. For Button, it was still slow motion as the shorts were peeled away from her smooth, round ass. Each inch showing off more, and letting him see what he’d only seen the top of before.

And then, it was there. Her round, pillow of an ass that he’d laid against when he was sad, and got to snuggle her. He had always dreamed of actually being able to grab it, and if he had more strength, he would dive for it. Button still felt like he was going to be sick though. It faded though as her fingers snaked around to the closed space below her ass. Two of her fingers dipped into it, before spreading it wide.

Button and Featherweight’s jaws opened as they got to see the pink folds, while Rumble just licked his lips. His ‘lover’s’ weren’t nearly this pretty, nor wanted to be closed this much. He bet she was as tight as anything else they could want. “Alright Button, what do you want her to do first?”

Button took in a sharp breath, before pushing his friend out of his mind again. It was just him and his mom. Him and what he desired. He pointed his finger at her again, before stopping, and remembering how tired he was. “I… I want you to come over here, and give me the best titfuck you can.”

Love Tap nodded, before straightening herself, and walking over. Her hips swayed like a supermodel’s, even though she probably didn’t care about how she walked. The effect went up to her bosom though, which moved like a perky pendulum, asking for somepony to do something to them. Button, who still had his finger trained on her, smiled as he thought of a good one.

A golden glow wrapped itself over the mare’s chest as he tried a mental command. It was short, firm, and… surprisingly didn’t hurt. Instead, he got just what he desired, and got to watch as they got transformed right in front of him. They were large already, but with the command he watched them expand, and placed his hands around them. At first, he was just able to get them all the way around. As the flesh grew though, and his hands sank into her soft, wonderful tits, they came farther apart, and he found it harder to just try and hold on.

Instead, now he held onto tits slightly larger than his head, and only let go when Love Tap got on her knees. He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and braced himself, knowing what was to come.

And her breasts did feel just as good as he thought they might. Their soft warmth wrapped around the entirety of his cock, and then some, but from how hard she pushed hers together, they were tight against his throbbing cock. When they moved, he could feel every centimeter. Feel how they gave under his own shaft. And could watch his mom give him… give him…

“Ah!”

Button’s body shook as he fell to the ground, the world seeming to spin around him as his sex drive plummeted. He hadn’t meant to let it end soon, but it felt so good, and he had wanted it for so long…

Rumble smacked himself as he saw Button start to nod off, a stupid smile on his face. He should have known that Button would have the stamina of a virgin teased for five hours… because he was, but they were still going to need to work on it. Rather than him being an idiot like this.

He knelt down, took the ring from him, and bit his lip. Button looked like the crap was being beaten out of him when he did vocal commands, but when he made her chest grow, he seemed kind of okay. Then again, by then, he was probably going off of pure desire.

“So we need to be confident?” He bit into his lip, before slipping it on and looking at Love Tap, who wasn’t quite out of control. “Listen to me! I am also your master!” He nodded as Love Tap did just that, and only the slightest pulling in his stomach occurred. The ring had said to use it like a ruler would, and Button will take time to be one of those.

He gestured for her to leave, though his eyes were on those massive tits. They were splattered with Button’s cum, which coated the inside of her cleavage from where he had abruptly cum. She had only moved them maybe two inches before he had, and Rumble resolved to make sure Button understood what he was missing out on like this. His best friend was going to experience this fully, or Rumble will have failed as a friend. “Go clean yourself up, and go to bed. Then, you’re out of our control.”

Love Tap nodded, but Featherweight whined. “Why can’t we have some fun with her first? I mean, do you see those tits?”

Rumble bit into his lip. Admittedly, he was stiff as a board too. However, he didn’t want to end up messing this up somehow, and so turned to his friend. “It’s Button’s mom. He gets her first, and this doesn’t count. However, if it makes you happy,” he slipped the ring off his finger and offered it to Featherweight, “if you think you can do better than him, you get first crack tomorrow.”

Featherweight looked at the ring, before taking it and grinning. He already had a mare in mind, and knew he could do better than Button easily with her. Especially since he couldn’t dare let himself miss the chance. Not when it was one who deserved all of his attention, even if he always got distracted in class.