High School was finally over. Button Mash expected things to go back to how they had been before because of that. Featherweight would stop getting shit on by his editor, Tender Taps would start getting recognition for his talents, and Rumble... Rumble would stop being the biggest asshole he'd known for a long time. He'd stop being the football star. He'd stop being one of Tender's bullies. He'd get better!
And... He hadn't. Sure, it had only been a month since school let out, but his two best guy friends were still harangued by Rumble. still saw him strutting around like he was the biggest alpha male on the block. Like the three of them were just nerds and little else.
And that's why Button hoped, as he slipped a deck of cards out of his jacket pocket and put it on the table in front of the three other stallions, all of whom had turned eighteen a while back at this point, that this gift from Discord would be able to put things right. He'd already explained to the other guys how it worked. That they wouldn't bet bits, but power. Each time they kept in for a draw, or the next card in Texas Hold 'Em, they bet a little more power, kind of like the initial charge, and whoever won got that power. When the game was over, Discord promised that it would show who was on top, and where each of them stood past that.
How exactly that worked... Button didn't know, but it had gotten Rumble to show up, and he hoped it could lead to the good times they'd all had back when they were foals, so he, and the others, were willing to risk whatever this deck of cards would do for that. For a chance to start as adults on the right foot and not... Not like this.
He shook his head, clearing it a little as he smiled at the others. There was pizza, video games for later, and Tender and Feather gave him nervous smiles back. They were more cautious about using a gift from Discord, but he’d been reformed for years by now, so they all pretty much assumed that it was likely to be fine. Still, they also had Fluttershy set to speed dial if they began to think they were being teleported to some new dimension or something.
Then there was Rumble. He had grown up to be a lot more like his brother than a lot of people… Well, then a lot of people honestly hoped, though to some mare’s excitement. After all, who didn’t like the nice, broad shouldered, muscular football star? Even he had to admit that he was handsome in his white wife beater and blue jeans, but at this point the look was just as infuriating too.
And then there was how bored he looked. How assured in his victory he was. How little they were in his eyes. He didn’t get to see this side too often, not when Rumbled liked trying to call himself Button’s friend still, but while Tender and Feather were here? It was all too easy for the idiot to become like this apparently!
He blinked as Tender put a hand on his shoulder, neither noticing the black wisps of smoke that came from the deck of cards in Button’s hand. Instead, they looked each other in the eyes, Tender’s concerned, purple irises easing Button. His voice was as soft as it ever had been as he whispered, “Are you okay, Button?”
Button slowly nodded. He was letting his empathy get the better of him and that wasn’t going to help anyone, which was a shame as most of the mares he knew said it was one of the best traits he had grown into in his teenage years. Then again, this was about winning a competition, and empathy didn’t help that much in that. Well, except perhaps in reading tells like Button’s research told him to do, but he didn’t know if he knew his friends well enough anymore to be able to pick up on them.
That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try, especially as Rumble asked in a bored, sarcastic tone, “Are you done with your boyfriend so we can start playing already? I’ve got a hot date tonight, and I don’t want to miss out on it.”
Button could see as Featherweight’s knuckles turned white from the fists he made. It was almost heartbreaking when he knew how nice he could be, even if he was soft spoken. The poor boy had never grown into his incredible height though as his height was the only thing about him that made him look like an adult. Otherwise, his face and lack of even stubble made him look like a child, something he knew a lot of people used against him.
He was probably looking forward to this as just a chance to play as the four of them again, and for Rumble to treat it like this… “Alright. I’ll deal first, and we’ll start with Five Card Draw. Each dealer will put out four hands and then swap to the person to their left who gets to choose what game to play. Remember that the more chances you have to fold, the more, uh, power you sink into the pot, so don’t be afraid to fold if your hand isn’t good.”
Tender and Feather hung onto his every word, Feather looking determined to do well, likely because he actually wanted respect professionally too, while Tender was just afraid of coming in last, or something actually happening to hurt him from the game’s wager. Rumble… Well, Button didn’t even need to look at him when he could just guess.
Button put the cards on the table, not noticing as a ripple of purple and black magic went over the wood and hit his friends as the cards ripple between his hands. “So, are you all ready to play?”
They all looked at him, a flicker of the dark magic glowing in their eyes before they all said in unison, “Yes.” Button nodded back, continuing his shuffle before he began to throw the cards. He would go with the classic: Five card draw. five to Feather to his left, who planned to do Texas Hold ‘Em, five to Rumble who planned for Five Card Stud, and five to Tender, who was planning on Seven Card Draw.
The first hand played like clockwork with Button folding immediately. Nothing above a seven meant that he had a chance, but unless he drew two of something higher, his odds of winning against any other pair was less than fifty. Feather was acting excited, taking only one card, while Rumble asked for three while grumbling about what he would do if he had an ace. Poor Tender folded with Button though. There were a dozen reasons why he could guess that, but the biggest one, especially with how he looked over to Button, was that it was because he folded too.
And then Button had to bite his lip as Rumble won the hand with a three of a kind in fours. It was a part of the game. The luck, and he was trying to mitigate his chances of losing. Button was beginning to get a beat on the deck though, and when two of his next three hands, only folding on the last one because he knew he couldn’t make his king good while Featherweight was able to make it with a pair of sevens against Rumble’s junk.
It followed like this, with each becoming quieter with each hand. None of them, at least noticeable, could tell that they were paying their antes and bids with each hand, instead focusing on the cards. Button especially had a hard time as his mind flew through tables of possibilities. After all, while he was a button masher, it was because he processed the games fast enough to look like that. Never needing to pause so long as he could keep his attention on what they were doing.
He also began to tell patterns. Featherweight was unlikely to fold unless he had absolute junk in his hand, but he picked up a lot of the victories that Button missed because of this. He wasn’t stupid after all, a photographer couldn’t be, especially for journalism, but he was willing to risk a victory with a weak hand. Tender on the other hand was abysmal at Five Card Stud, as he had no confidence without a three of a kind, but was the one to most likely drop out early, so Button assumed that, while he was losing ‘chips’ almost every hand, he was losing the least of them, so he wasn’t doing half bad.
And then there was Rumble, who… Well, he probably should have noticed what was going on, because his focus wasn’t on the game. He was on his phone, teased lost hands for the others, especially for Button after the gamer won every hand of seven card draw, and raged at his own losses, which were fairly common when you never fold. He was willing to bluff, even when his best card was a seven.
Which probably explained why, when they finally saw exactly what Discord had in mind to get them to make a new order of dominance in their group, it was on the arrogant, pig-headed, asshole sitting acr-
Button took a deep breath in, just as Rumble yelled at losing his last hand of Five Card Stud that he dealt for the round, just before the sound of ripping fabric filled the air. The other boys finally looked up at the bully, their eyes widening as they watched his tight wifebeater beginning to tear. It was stretched to its absolute limit. Beneath, grey fur was showing, along with pink, erect nipples that were poking through the stretching cotton, just before it finally broke.
And Rumble’s breasts, which were at least as big as his head, hung in the air for everypony to see.
They blinked a few times, all of them just kind of staring at the large, swaying mammaries, before Rumble finally shouted, “What the fuck did you losers do to me?”
Button scrambled to his feet, in part to help hide any erection that had started growing in his pants, and in part to follow Rumble up. After all, he had brought the deck, so he should have at least had some idea that… This could happen, but he was too late. After all, Rumble was an athlete, used to being quick on his feet while Button was used to couches and the like.
Featherweight and Tender both were trying to get up as Rumble used one beat of his wings to fly towards button, winding up his right arm for a hook right into Button’s jaw. The poor, young stallion threw up his hands to block it, but he knew he couldn’t stop even a quarterback’s fist.
And then… Button caught Rumble’s fist. In fact, he didn’t just catch it. He grabbed the fist and, in an attempt to get the danger away, threw it away from him, throwing Rumble almost a five feet away from him and right on top of Featherweight. The two yelled as they came into contact while Button just blinked, trying to still catch up.
Rumble didn’t need that though. His old, deeper voice was much higher now, though still low on the spectrum for most mares, but he was practiced in being intimidating as he yelled, “You’re dead meat,” before than adding onto the end of it, instead of nerd, idiot, or dumbass, “sir,” in a soft, almost subservient voice.
This once more caught the stallions and mare? Off guard as Rumble stood on the table, grabbing his mouth as he/she made sure that they didn’t say anything… else. After all, why the fucking hell would he ever call such a lowlife like Button something so… nice?
That was kind of the question going through all of theirs heads, before a small shriek came from Tender Taps. Apparently, he’d been smart enough to check himself for any changes, and now covered his chest. “I-I think I’m starting to grow a pair too!”
Button’s head tilted at the idea, before shaking it hard. He needed to focus. Needed to at least help his friend. No, friends. He didn’t want to ruin Rumble’s life after all, and this had never been a part of his plan. In fact, maybe it wasn’t too late to just put the game away and end all of-
“Wouldn’t she look so much nicer sucking your cock though? She’ll want that pretty soon, and all you need to do is keep playing the game. Then you’ll get what is wanted. What is desired for all of you. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Button had played enough games to know doublespeak when he heard it. What is wanted? Why not just what he wanted? No, Discord… Discord must have done something to the game, and he needed to end it.
Unfortunately, it got harder when the deck was away from him, scattered by Rumble getting tossed, and he was being forced forward by surprisingly weak arms. He didn’t resist though, so even Rumble could bring him only centimeters from him. “Hey, s-s-s,” the mare grit her teeth, shaking in anger before just spitting it out, “Sir, you better know what to do, cause I don’t even have junk anymore, and my date is in fifteen minutes!”
Tender swallowed hard, adding to all the voices in Button’s mind as he asked, “Do you have any ideas? Because I don’t mind being feminine, but this is too far.”
Featherweight added the final voice as he shouted, “Maybe if we put the game away. We all don’t want to continue like this though, ri-”
And then a wave of black energy washed over them from the scattered cards, silencing them all. Slowly, the four picked up the deck, handed it to Tender, and then got back to their spots, sitting like good stallions before they all looked at each other with cold, completely black eyes as they said, “No, we need to finish this.”
And that was the last chance they’d had to fight it, but Discord had been smart in designing the trick. After all, he’d been reformed for maybe ten years. He’d been a god for much longer than that, and, well, he knew none of them would be able to complain about what he’d done afterwards. All he’d needed to do to make sure of that were a few old school enchantments and making sure that the deck saved enough of their antied power each turn to always be able to make sure they didn’t put it away until the damage couldn’t be removed.
Not that any of the stallions knew it as they tried to start talking, making small talk, or more so teasing, about the situation. After all, how far could it go? And weren’t they curious to see the end result? Especially with the slut that Rumble looked like with her giant, fat tits out for them to enjoy, which got a bark from her about them needing to shut up.
He never folded though, so by the time Button was done with his next deal, she picked up her cards, looked at them, and they all got to watch as they fell from her hands. A shock went through their systems as the energy forcing Rumble to stay in the game left her and entered them.
After all, “This game is stupid. I want to suck my master’s cock already, and I’m not taking no for an answer, got it, Button?”
Button swallowed as Rumble stood up, and the three were lucky to be watching their newly female friend instead of each other, because right now they could see where they each stood. After all, these were stallions who had never seen a girl ‘willingly’ be naked in front of them, let alone one that looked as good as Rumble, and their sizes were showing their success. Button’s was the largest, beginning to resemble more of a third leg as it rose to the air, while Feather’s looked unfortunately average in comparison. Tender was the one to worry though, and he did notice it as he looked to the very small bulge in his pants.
A bulge that had been shrinking over the past few hands too as he continued to never win.
Now though, all three gaped at Rumble as her fingers slipped into the band of her shorts. They were already tight on her firm ass, but that meant little when now she peeled away her boxers with the white fabric of her shorts. She seemed to not have a care in the world at this point, her eyes firmly on Button as long tendrils of arousal hung between her lowering trousers and her sopping wet cunt.
She didn’t give them time to recover though. While to them this action seemed to take forever, stuck in slow motion from the bliss they felt, it was agony for the mare. She could see what she wanted. What she needed. What her body and soul belonged to for now. At least, without a major upset.
The table shook as she walked across the table, before dropping from the table, her wings being the only reason her knees didn’t slam against the floor when she came before Button. He swallowed hard, looking into those intimidating, purple eyes, and…
And seeing the friend he had for the first time he had for a long time. In fact, the thing that had made all of this so hard for him over the past few years were these eyes. They were cocky, brash, and he knew they would push him to get into trouble and do things he never would, like getting a blowjob in front of other ponies. They also cared though, had their own worries about what they did, and belonged to a colt he had known for so long.
And he stopped her from just pulling out his cock by pulling her forward, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, long kiss. Or, would have been long if Rumble didn’t force him back, the two panting from the second of contact. She was visibly shaking even from what he had just done, but he didn’t know whether or not it was from fear, or excitement.
And her next words told him both were wrong as her hands undid the button to his pants. “No. I have a lot of time to pay back for, master, before I deserve such gifts. Now, finish up these jokers so we can focus on me repaying that stupid debt, okay?”
Feather scowled a little, but then glanced to the deck in his hands as he reshuffled it for three players now. He knew just as well as Tender did the commanding lead that Button had, but now that Rumble was out of the picture… Yeah, he could try to focus back on the game. Play smarter so maybe… Maybe he could win this all.
Tender merely glanced away, not noticing as the deck stole some of his lower girth and added it once more to his chest. Not that he couldn’t stop thinking about the heavy sacs that were forming there, especially not with how Rumble acted now. He didn’t even know if he knew whether or not the fact that he wished Button would kiss him was the card’s fault or… He swallowed hard as his erection began to lower, beginning to be unable to be kept up with the thoughts spinning in Tender’s head.
But Button didn’t think about any of this, not as Rumble’s eyes widened as his cock almost poked her in the eye from being pulled out of his pants. After all, it was almost as long as Rumble’s head, and precum soaked half of it from Button’s shifting and fumbling over the last few rounds. No… It was also magically enhanced to be that way, because Button could have sworn he was only half this size when the game began, and now… “You, uh, don’t need to do this. I don’t want you to- Ah!”
It was as if his words were taken as a challenge by Rumble as she dove her head down onto his cock, her mouth open wide to welcome the awaiting cock. It was… Rough though. For Button, he had to breathe in hard and fast not to just instantly cum from her tight, wet hole as it swallowed him up. For Rumble, she had to face the fact that, when taken like this, she could only handle maybe half of it, her eyes burning as it began to stretch her throat.
Rumble wasn’t about to be a bad slut though. She’d made plenty of mares manage her own heavy balls when she was a stallion, and those mares were flings. This was her master, and she wasn’t about to do some half-assed job. Besides, she was an athlete, and she gave a hundred and ten percent to everything she did. She only hoped she didn’t break something doing this.
This was made only the more harrowing as the second time she pushed herself down, Button gasped. Rumble had moved slowly this time, her hot breath beating down on his cock while she lapped at its tip with her tongue. When she dove back down though, she made sure to do it slowly, methodically, getting her throat to open up to the cock and taking in about three fourths of it before her gag reflex began kicking in. The ten seconds she spent doing that, spent in that tight, hot pocket with an ecstasy that Button had never felt before, was too much.
He groaned, his throat closing on him as well as he couldn’t warn the poor mare for what was to come. Not that Rumble couldn’t tell what was coming. She never learned from the blowjobs she got by following her brother’s tips, so he stayed deep on his cock. So, when the first, hot rope of cum poured into her stomach, it was too far down and Rumble’s gag reflex hit her hard. She pulled back, trying not to cough when the second blast hit the back of her mouth. Each new spurt of her master’s cum was probably equal to a full climax from back when he was a stallion, and it was almost blissful to get a mouthful of cum that easily from him.
It also meant that when she pulled back and Button continued to cum, it coated her front. First her face, splattering her cheek in the white goo, before her breasts and stomach were drenched in the cock milk with their own shots.
All of which Rumble began dutifully cleaning from herself while making sure not to miss a drop for her master.
But the game demanded to be played, and even though Featherweight wanted to continue merely watching one of his bullies choke on cock, and Tender wanted to watch for their own reason, the cards had to be dealt. Button wasn’t immune to this, his own hands making sure to grab the cards he was dealt. However, he couldn’t ignore Rumble. Couldn’t ignore the beautiful mare before him, especially once she was clean two hands later.
This meant that his algorithms and thoughts were gone. Some of the basics were there, but he couldn’t count the cards, not while her dark grey locks bounced in front of him. Not as her hot throat pressed against his mind just as much as it pressed against his cock. The only reason he could think about the game at all in fact was that it was his best way not to just cum again.
Featherweight and Tender Taps weren’t immune to this though. While they couldn’t watch everything, they were able to see a lot more of Rumble’s raised ass then they could Button. This also meant seeing the very fit mare’s drenched pussy as it winked and leaked more arousal with each new moan and light gag that she made on Button’s cock.
Tender felt it worse, especially once the magic began to affect his mind. He was used to seeing girls in leotards, sure, but this… This was entirely different, and he found himself rubbing at his cock through his own shorts as the game kept going. However, there was becoming less and less to rub, especially as his shirt came farther and farther away from him. Unlike Rumble though, who had tucked his shirt in his pants tight enough to keep it there, his shirt never busted. It simply gave about a good foot or more of space between him and the fabric as it showed off his soft stomach.
Or, at that point, her. Tender wanted to care more about the fact that he was still losing, even while Button and Feather traded luck for who won each hand, but she couldn’t. Her balls had stopped feeling good when she couldn’t get hard, and now… Now it felt amazing to grind her palm against her moist, needy lower lips.
They were crying out for something though, a need that became worse when she had to deal. Her suppressed feelings for the nicest she knew had already been coming out, but the more she listened to the suction of Rumble’s lips along his shaft, and watched the sopping wet mess she was being made into without even being touched…
Tender’s cards fell from her hands as Button finally couldn’t hold back any longer, pouring another shot of cum into Rumble’s throat as Tender stepped closer. Tender licked her lips as she watched Rumble swallow once, before the mare’s face was once more painted in her… Their master’s cum again. She wanted so badly to help Rumble clean herself up this time, but...
She needed more as she asked, “R-Rumble, can I, um, p-please get a turn with, m-master?”
Rumble put one of her fingers into her mouth, sucking on it for a few moments before slowly pulling it out, her eyes half lidded towards Button and his already erect cock again. She’d never had that sort of stamina while she was a stallion, and it was really tempting to see just how long the little nerd could go, but… “Alright, but I don’t expect you to hold back with her just because she’s timid. I want to see this little cunt,” reaching up to smack Tender’s pussy, enough of a shock to send the poor mare onto her knees, “passed out for her first time.”
Button smiled a little at the gesture, but, Feather… He was annoyed. Both of the mares were just paying attention to Button. Button was getting to have all of the fun, and, well, Button deserved it, but…
But he was also the one who’d gone through the least to get this, and as Rumble laid down to enjoy it, he slammed the deck of cards onto the table and began to walk over to her, his own cock now out as he went to get a consolation prize. Besides, the order was established at this point. Now they could all just enjoy the rest of the night, and Feather could blow off some much needed steam before he left Button to his herd.
But of course, as both were dealt a card, the game was made for one victor, and now they both were all in since they had abandoned the game. Or, at least, Feather was.
Neither stallion noticed though. Button was too entranced by Tender Taps new body as she lowered herself onto his hips, her wet pussy grinding against his shaft. It tickled at it, drenched it with her juices, and they both shivered from the contact. Shivering was a good look for Tender now though, as her soft, squishy body reminded Button of Fluttershy’s, especially with the breasts that were twice the size of his head that she was sporting.
However, while she had been willing to take off her shorts, she hadn’t removed her shirt. Not that it hid much, as the now stretched fabric merely outlined how large the heavy bosom was, and how it rose and fell with each breath. They sagged more than Rumble’s too, so they reached down almost to her waist, and almost pressed against Button, even while he was only slightly off the floor, resting on his elbows as they both tried to find words.
Instead, they let a mix of hormones, desires, and black magic lead them. Button helped lift Tender up by her breasts, slipping his hands under her shirt in order to get to them directly. They were just as soft as he had imagine, with his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. It yielded to him with the barest of effort, and folded around his digits so he could feel her warmth from every angle.
What was made even better was how his fingers finally pulled her shirt up. This meant that instead of being teased by their outline, he got to stare at the large, erect teats in the open mare. Tender’s squeal at them being looked at as she turned away, her lower lips suckling on his tips during all of this, just making her blush harder and harder. Her moans though made Button confident that she loved this just as much as he did, and he could honestly use a moment to recharge as they played. Besides, he wanted to just enjoy the heat between them. The feeling of them being this close, but not quite there yet.
Both players are dealt their second card.
Featherweight on the other hand kind of wanted to get there. He wanted it quite badly as he stood over Rumble, his erect cock hanging over her. She glanced up, one set of her fingers between her thighs while her head rested on the other one. She had been planning on just keeping her snatch warm for Button after all, but with how this one looked, “So, mister macho, you actually going to back up that glare you got going on?”
Feather blinked a few times, trying to get it to go away. After all, he had been planning for a cheesier sort of attitude with this. Saying that since they were, they may as well, stuff like that. He didn’t want to just be an asshole after all, especially when this mare was going to be a friend, or at least Button’s.
Rumble decided to relent though as she laid onto her back, her whole body laid out for him as she rested her arousal covered hand onto her stomach, the other one left over her head as she smiled up at Feather. “Look, I know your editor was a cunt. I was a cunt. You have a lot to be mad about, and those gossip article photos shows that you know how to dig back at people. That there is a part of you with teeth.”
Rumble bent her head to the side, exposing her neck to him with a small smile. “I don’t mind a letting you take a bite if it means we can all be friends. Or, well, if I can get-”
Smack!
Both players are dealt their third card.
“Shut the fuck up you bitch!” Feather was over her now, on his knees with his cock over her thighs as his hands roughly took ahold of Rumble’s breasts. Unlike Tender’s, these were a lot firmer, but Feather was pressing into them with everything he had. He didn’t want to just feel them. He wanted to own them. To hurt them. To let out even an ounce of the frustration and lust that he’d gotten from Yellow Papers over the last for years.
His fingers drove into her nipples, forcing Rumble to wince as he didn’t stop the slew of insults. She was everything he had wanted to let out for so long, from whore, to bitch, to queen once even, but she knew what it all meant. That she was nothing, a word that the magics in her now made her shudder at the thought, and how much he wanted to hurt her, after everything she had done as a stallion, made her almost cum.
Both players are dealt their fourth card.
Almost, but she was happy to be edged like this while he continued to attack her breasts and hiss into her ear, his cock throbbing against her lower lips. Tender was feeling similarly, unable to know how her mind would survive when Button Mash did decide to finally bring her onto his flared cock. After all, she was fairly certain that his tip was wider than her pussy ever could be, so despite how much her nethers wanted to be pierced, there was a small part of her that was still afraid. And no, no amount of lube from their mixed arousal and precum would fix that fact.
However, there was something now that drove Button up a wall. That piqued his desires like few things can, and it was as he gently pinched her nipples. It wasn’t much, and it wasn’t very hard, but it only showed how bad the problem was for Tender as small, white rivulets flowed from the small nub. The long, loud moan that came with it only wetted Button’s lips further, and he knew one, best way to get those nipples close enough to sate his thirst.
So, finally, he pushed into her breasts, took handfuls of the malleable flesh, and then pulled her towards them. They were flexible to his grip, and he would find out in weeks and months to come with Rumble just how much abuse they could take, and how much this simple act drove Tender up the wall. He wasn’t thinking about the tease though. No, he wanted them closer, and he wanted to be one with her when he had them where he wanted them.
Tender couldn’t support her weight anymore, not on how weak her legs were, and they slowly slid to the side. At first, the fact that Button was so wide that he supported her with his cock. It was a sign of his dominance, and she bit her lips as she bent forward, Button’s breath coming closer to her nipples. It was hot and heavy, and while she couldn’t see him over her chest, she could imagine his tongue coming closer and closer to her milky teats.
Both players are dealt their fifth card. King high loses to a pair of sevens. The current master will bid a fourth of his winnings now to force the knight to go all in against.
Or, in other words, Feather won the first hand of five card stud, and while Rumble felt the cock against her slit grow and push its tip inside of her with the added length, Tender found the intimidating member of her master shrink below her, just to the right size for gravity to pull her down onto Button. Both of the mare’s moaned like whores at the sudden intrusion, all thoughts of them not wanting what was being given to them disappearing as their bodies tightened around their perspective tips.
Both players are dealt their first card.
While both stallions had to stop in order to make sure they didn’t cum right there and then, but Button was a little more used to this now. Or, so he told himself as he pushed his head up a little, his lips clasping around Tender’s large, swollen nipple. The mare screamed at the smallest bit of suction, and her legs gave out more, sliding her further along the cock.
It was euphoric to Button as he tasted her sweet milk. It was thick like cream, but tasted like it was doused with maybe a few spoonfuls of sugar, probably from all of the sweets that Tender would sneak for himself. In fact, her whole, soft body was probably a product of that. Not that Button had noticed too much of the rest when she had tits like this.
Now that he had them though, and was indulging in them in the fullest, he reached out for more of her. To praise more of his shy friend’s transformation as they clung to each other. She was maybe a third of the way down his cock, and seemed frozen as his hands ran along her sides. Here they actually gave less to his fingers than her breasts, but Tender was still a dancer. Even if he had a little more fluff than she should, he could feel the strong muscles underneath that were likely helping her stay from taking more than she could handle at once.
Not that he needed her to take everything. Not in the slightest. He had thought Rumble’s throat had been tight, but now, well, he was the same size, but the hole was much smaller. Even better was that it constricted around him with each micro-orgasm that ripped through Tender’s body, and also sprayed another helping of her cream down his own throat. No, he would have been happy fucking her all night long just at this point.
Both players are dealt their second card.
Button’s fingers dug into Tender’s wide, fat ass to pull her up his cock just as Featherweight finally snapped out of his surprise and grabbed Rumble’s ass, pulling himself down and into her pussy. After all, while he was inexperienced, he was fueled to get as much as he can. To tear up this tight, athletic pussy and make the bitch under him moan like the whore she was.
In fact, he thought to himself, he bet her could get her to say just that as he lifted a hand up. This time, it came down with a hard smack not on her face, but instead her ass, getting a yelp out of her just before it turned into a scream from him slamming his hips in a second later. She was heaven to be inside, but Feather needed more to cum than just feeling her. He wanted to hear her. To feel triumphant, even once!
He gave her another smack as he bent down, hissing into her ear as he continued to thrust deep inside of her. He was only getting so much more in each time, but he was making a lot more progress than Button’s gentler style was, and Rumble’s almost rolled back eyes told him that this is just what she wanted.
Which almost pissed him off more in the moment.
Both players are dealt their third card.
Feather came an inch from getting to his base inside of her, their bodies now so close that Rumble’s large bosom ground against his lithe body. They were nice and firm, but that wasn’t enough to get them to avoid being pressed over his pecks by his body weight while he finally started talking to her again.
“Call me master, you cunt. Tell me how much you want my cum. How much you’re worthless without it!”
Rumble opened her mouth, her response getting cut off first by an abrupt smack against her breast. This was rough, and… And a lot rougher than she’d honestly like. After all, while she’d fucked plenty of mares, this was her first time being on the receiving end. Couldn’t Feather even feel that? It didn’t stop her body from cumming though, even as she enjoyed watching what was going on with Button just a little more.
Both players are dealt their fourth card. Featherweight is leading with an ace high. Button has nothing above an eight. Final cards coming now.
Feather ground his teeth as he came so close. He just wanted to hear those words before he came. Wanted to completely, thoroughly humiliate the bitch before he came. He almost didn’t care about cumming at this point in fact, not with how much his anger covered his gaze. His body wasn’t ready for all of this, and he slammed his hips into her one more time, taking her to his base, his balls smacking against her thighs as he came. Thick, heavy ropes of cum poured into Rumble’s womb as she screamed in ecstasy, her whole body shaking in response to finally being given the creampie she had wanted from letting Feather take her for a spin.
Feather has been dealt another ace, bringing him to a two pair with aces.
Button felt his strength begin to fade from him in that moment. He was caught up in the joy and beauty of all of it, of the four getting all of this, what he hoped they needed, that he didn’t consider the game. He swallowed one more blast of cream from Tender, a shock of fear going through him just as Tender’s legs gave out and she fell upon his throbbing member.
They both screamed from the suddenness of it all, but it wasn’t out of pain. It was out of sheer joy as Button’s face got covered in his partner’s milk. In return though, Tender got to feel why Rumble wanted to milk Button dry as her womb took the full force of his large, thick seed. It was more than she could have ever held, but the feeling of it pumping out of her before slowly sliding out shivered her all the way to unconsciousness.
Button’s final card is a King. With the two, five, seven, and eight he drew before, Button has no pairs.
And then, in Button’s ear, he heard the chuckle of the announcer as the deck was whisked away, a familiar tune of a familiar draconequus as he said, “I guess it’s a good thing they were all hearts then, champ.”
Button felt his cock surge back in size, his body rippling with power for a moment as the game ended. It didn’t change much more though. As he looked down upon himself, he could see the practical third leg hanging between his thighs, and laying on top of Tender, but nothing else was all that different. He didn’t even feel all that much stronger, or alpha as he had expected with how his friends had been changing.
In fact, right now, his heart was skipping beats as he looked over to Feather to see if he was okay. He was moving, sure, but on shaky, long, lithe limbs, but that was normal for him, and Button let out a deep sigh as he realized that Feather was still taller than him, which meant he was fine.
A thought dashed when Feather sat back onto her heels, her small, palm sized breasts poking off of her chest as she rubbed her head. She was the same, lithe bodied individual, just now packing a lot less below, and not packing much above. And… it hurt a little. Sure, if it was like with the other mares, it meant he could probably fuck Feather, but Feather was a proud guy, even if most didn’t. He loved anytime one of his photos was on the front page, would brag about how he got a shot, or what he had to do for a lead, and to know he was just a slave now...
“I’m sorry, Feather.”
Feather turned to Button, smiling a little as she looked at him. The drive the other two had felt during the game was… less now. She wasn’t being pushed to be naughty, or just jump on his cock right this second, even though she did want him. She did see him as master after all, but there was more to that.
Feather stepped over, laying on her stomach beside him, her small, tight ass shaking a little as she relaxed. “For what? You always deserved to win after all, and I don’t just mean because you were the best at the games. I shouldn’t be surprised you hate it though, but I guess that’s why I’m excited for this.”
Button blinked a few times before sighing. “That’s just the-”
“Button, I was going to become a monster if I won.”
He looked down, staring into the surprisingly intense eyes of Featherweight now. They were angry, furious, and… sad. Like, sad enough to get tears in the sides of them, and that almost hurt him. Not that he has a chance when she yelled, “That! That’s why you had to win!”
Button looked around himself before putting a hand on his chest. “What do you mean?”
Featherweight was quiet for a few moments, her cheeks becoming red as she glanced away, her brown hair getting in the way of her eyes for a moment before she swallowed hard. “I think I have a way of showing you. Besides, the other two have had you in them, so I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
Button’s eyes widened before he shouted, “How can this not be the magic doing this? I’ll split you in half!”
Featherweight lifted her ass up, stretching it a little as she shook her head. “I would have, but you’ll take your time. You care enough, while I’d want the story. The power, but then my worries about responsibilities would kick in. After all, I’ve been offered to be a journalist, and even once a junior editor, but I’m only comfortable as a photographer. I like being told what to do, I just… Needed a moment to feel better.”
“I almost raped Rumble though, because even if she was once my friend, I couldn’t get past what she did. You could. She would have never seen us as more than fucktoys if she won, but here you are worried about giving it to me in the ass. And Tender… Tender wouldn’t have been able to please us like I know you can.”
“So,” Feather said as she stretched her ass open, “can I please get my master’s cock, because I honestly love him and want this?”
Button smiled a little, getting up behind her as he pushed the tip of his cock against the small hole. It was still coated in the arousal, spit, and cum from his fucks before, but he was still careful to share the makeshift lube with her. It was surprisingly second nature to him though, as while he did it, he whispered to her, “Only because you want this, and only ever then.”
Feather blushed brightly as she smiled. “If there was a guy who could have ever made me gay, it’s a sweet one like you. Actually, this’ll be one hell of a scoo- Ah! Unf… Unngh.”
Button, shared the same sentiment as he bit his lip from his tip spreading her ass over it. If he had thought Tender was tight, this was nothing, but he didn’t move an inch farther as they both caught their breaths. Neither could speak like this, noth with how their bodies shook in anticipation, but they could feel each other.
And just as Feather knew he would, Button moved at the right time. It wasn’t perfect, and Feather was left waiting a little longer than she would have liked a few times, but she preferred that over too quickly. Besides, it meant longer that they were clutched to one another. Longer that they got to make the same connection the other two did with Button.
It was touch though. There was more room for Button lengthwise, but pulling back almost wasn’t an option, not with how tightly Feather’s ass gripped her. Instead, Button merely massaged her insides with small back and forth movements, using the smallest bit of friction there to eak out small, quiet moans from Feather while he continued to groan with each gained centimeter.
Finally, he could see that he was close to done. He would be entirely wrapped up by Feather, and he bent over to force out a few words to her. “I’m… Almost… There.”
Feather looked back, her pussy dripping from all of this, and had been for the past few minutes. Her body shook as they met eyes, her face entirely red now from the pleasure and embarrassment of it all, but she gave him a small, nervous smile. In return, Button gave her his last inch at the same time he brought his face to hers.
And they both passed out in a final climax, their lips clinging to each other as the last of their energy left them. Discord watched the last of the show as small bits of cum dribbled out of Feather’s ass, but his experiment was over.
And his end result… Well, he thought as he looked at the deck, he hadn’t known how effective it would be, but he bet even Celestia would have had to tell him that he’d done a good job with bringing these friends together, even in this unorthodox fashion. Just as he had hoped.
Still, he should pay something back for the show, and with a snap of his fingers made sure that the four wouldn’t find themselves on the floor, covered in cum and separated, but in a large bed, the three girls all holding their dear master. Right where they all belonged in his sincere opinion.
