Button Mash fidgeted as he walked up to the small house at the edge of town. It was new, something he only knew because his mom had kept asking him to go and check on its construction. At one point he had guessed that it might be for them, but they didn’t have the money for a new house. Well, that, and his mom wasn’t close to pushing him out of the nest. Not when he was just twenty-five… He hoped.
No, it had supposedly been for a friend of hers who she had stayed in touch with since they were school-fillies. Apparently, while his mom had been the wildfire of her friends, this was their ‘leader’. The one that they all had known would become something big, and… Well, yeah, seeing as his mom was only in his forties, he assumed the woman must have succeeded, as otherwise she wouldn’t be retiring.
His mom hadn’t been willing to tell him too much more than that though, like the woman’s name, other than to call her Ash. It was important or something, but Button didn’t see why. He really just wanted to try to get home soon to play some Monster Hunter World. He just had to drop off these baked goods and-
“Well, I guess Taps was right when she said pictures didn’t show just how cute you are.”
Button glanced up, his mind already having started wandering, which required him to take a double take. After all, Spitfire of the Wonderbolts was standing over him! Not only was she standing over him, but she was also half naked… Or about ninety percent naked if he was honest. After all, the only thing that actually covered her was a pair of shorts that were pulled down so low that he could start seeing where her hip bones started heading down… Down…
He swallowed hard, looking back up as his cheeks grew brighter red, and his eyes couldn’t take themselves off the beauty of her chest now. After all, they were out for the world to see. The twin peaks that made her the hottest wonderbolts in their history, and made her more than a handful for any stallion to deal with. The only thing that kept them up, and could be said as hiding them, was a fishnet top, but its holes were large, which made it easy for her nipples to poke right through, and Button could imagine his fingers sliding between those holes, or even…
He swallowed hard, his body shaking harder as his mouth dried up entirely. He wasn’t even sure he could speak as she leaned down, her breasts coming to right in front of his head, as the woman was tall. Or, well, Button was rather short, but either way, he was usually just the right height for her wonderful chest, and her gesture only brought the succulent mounds closer to his heated mouth. “Button Mash, right? Your mom has told me a lot about you, including,” as her tone got harsh for a moment, “that you’re supposed to have some manners, aren’t you?”
Button jumped at the reminder, and he desperately swallowed in order to get even a drop of moisture in his mouth as he stammered out, “M-My mom sent me here, uh, A-Ash.”
Spitfire’s eyes opened a little wider, before she glanced back at the small, two story house, and then back at him. “I’m surprised you knew to call me that. Or, for that matter, you managed that in the first place. Do you not know who I am?”
Button began to sweat as she cocked one of her hips to the side, distracting him for a moment to be reminded that she had the hips of a goddess, and could probably pop his head between them if she wanted to. “I-I do, I-I-I promise, but… I guess I’m used t-to making sure I d-don’t upset m-my mom’s friends.”
“And you’re afraid of upsetting me?”
Button Mash glanced up at her before swallowing hard and whispering something inaudible as he attempted to tell her yes. Admittedly, if she was, well, dressed, he would likely be more okay. With his focus entirely on her though, his mind was screaming about a billion things even harder than it might normally have. Not that he could vocalize them, something that made him pretty sure he’d get smacked.
Instead, Spitfire reached down and rubbed the top of his head, minding his beanie while she did it, and said, “That’s adorable. Why don’t you come in?”
Button bit into his lower lip, especially when she took the basket from him, but then he hadn’t stopped looking forward, which meant that when she turned, he got to see that toned ass of hers swaying from side to side, and the sides of her breasts bouncing with each step she made. It… It couldn’t hurt to stay for a little longer, could it?
And so he walked in and plopped himself onto the couch, where, with a quick tuck, he could hide his raging erection. After all, he’d never only once seen a mare’s breasts in person, and Spitfire… Spitfire was a mare he’d spent more than one afternoon looking for leaks of to masturbate to. She was an idol in almost every sense, except that she couldn’t sing. To his teenage self, that hadn’t mattered. Actually, to his current self, it didn’t really matter either.
Looking around himself though, something new did start to matter to him. After all, this was Spitfire’s house. It was the house of one of the most awarded Wonderbolts ever, the most if you took into account the times she’d been named sexiest mare in Equestria, a fact that he knew mostly because of Scootaloo. Around him though, there was very little. A picture of her and a few teammates here, a poster that looked like it was from when she first joined the Wonderbolts, and… That was it. None of the trophy cases or accolades he had expected.
And then something hit him as he shouted to her, “Ash, um, I-I hadn’t heard about you retiring, but my mom says you did.”
There was silence at first from deeper in the house, before her voice came back, clear and crisp unlike his cracking yelp. “Yeah. Sports stars don’t really stay stars forever. That doesn’t matter right now though,” she said as she walked in with two glasses of water, smiling at him as she poured a little of the water over her breasts, allowing the water to trickle down them, before dripping off of her large, hard nipples. “I brought you some water to help with that dry mouth of yours.”
Button blinked a few times, before opening his mouth, and then looking at the door. He… He shouldn’t be here. The lack of trophies, her coming to the door like how she was…
Button was innocent, but he wasn’t naive. Not after so many of his mom’s friends had made moves on him before. Not after so many had decided to try to use the boy for their own personal gain, and like this…
No. It didn’t matter if she was Spitfire, or when it had been Windy Whistles. He shouldn’t take advantage of the fact that they were lonely, just like his mom had taught him, and so he got up to go.
And Spitfire touched down just in front of him with wind rushing around the two. “Wait, please!”
Button blinked at the speed and wind, stepping back in shock to find the couch and falling back onto it. He didn’t know how to respond as, well… He did want to stay, but her also stopping him like that made him more scared, especially since he doubted his mom was going to burst into here like she had with Windy when he was twenty.
Spitfire didn’t jump him though. Instead, she stepped back, holding an arm over her breasts as she looked away. “Damnit, Taps. Couldn’t you have… I mean…” She glanced at him, her eyes wide with what looked like fear and confusion, which was very different from Windy’s rage at not being able to have ‘fun’ with him.
Button didn’t say a word though, as his mind was in gridlock at the moment from conflicting desires, ranging from following his mom’s advice about ‘cougars’ to the fact that she honestly looked like she was in pain. He couldn’t speak though, even if he could come up with something, as his throat was just back to drying up.
Spitfire did speak as she glanced away, her own cheeks red as she spoke. “L-Look, I-I’m not, I mean, I guess I am, but…” She bit into her lip, raising a hand in a slight fist before she threw it down to her side. “Why couldn’t you have just been back in my school!?”
Button blinked, before slowly reaching for the glasses of water, which Spitfire had put on the counter, and sipped on one so he could even try to speak. Not that it was too hard to just get, “What?” out once there was something there.
Spitfire glanced at him, before a small, sad smile, that reminded Button of when his mom talked about his dad, came to her lips. “I… I talked a lot with Taps as you grew up. She told me about how cute you could be, even if I agree with her that you should do more than just a weekend job, but…” She bit into her lip, before turning away. “Would you believe me if I said I fell in love with everything she told me? That this… This is just how I’m used to trying to get with a guy, and, well… Taps even warned me that you might say no. That you wouldn’t be some hormonal teenager wouldn’t just want this. Not when you’re some silver knight as she calls you…”
Button was silent for a moment, happy now that he had been drinking some water while she talked, not that he had much to say. “No. I’m not special after all.”
Spitfire glanced back over at him, before her eyes turned away once again. “Yes you are. At least, to me. A Wonderbolt doesn’t get to meet too many nice guys after all. Guys who are just willing to help out. Guys who would never be against staying at home and cleaning while she goes out to do things, but also won’t tell her she’s wrong just because her flame has gone out.”
Button blinked a few times, before whispering, “Ash… That’s why you want to be called Ash, isn’t it? Because you’re retired? Because, I mean, I know plenty of mares in town who would love to go on adventures with you.”
Spitfire smiled a little, before one of her eyebrows raised at him. “Oh? And what if I told you that I was tired of adventures and wanted a nice, quiet place that I could be myself in?”
Button was silent for a moment before glancing over at the television in her living room. “I, um, would probably say I can recommend some games to you, if you’d like.”
Spitfire smiled a little more as she stepped closer to him. “Would you be willing to come play them with me?”
Button was quiet for a moment, but looking up at Spitfire, who was still covering herself, he found himself unable to say no. In fact, he was all too happy to beam at her as he said, “Of course I would!”
Spitfire smiled back at him, before lowering her arms and putting her hands on her hips. “Alright. However,” as she walked closer, her eyes lowering a little, “that doesn’t mean I don’t still want you.” She then leaned over, putting her breasts literally an inch from Button’s face. “Can I not interest you in at least a little of my love?”
Button swallowed hard, his eyes wide at the display, and especially the words, but he needed to be sure. Sure that it wasn’t just like when Windy asked him if he didn’t love her. “Do you mean it? I mean, w-we just met.”
Spitfire bent her knees so her face could be level with his, her eyes piercing into his soul as she put a hand on his cheek. “I can say I love you more than I have any of the show boats in my life, or the wealthy idiots who think I can be a trophy. The fact that I didn’t think when you stepped to leave, or when my heart skipped from you being willing to play video games with me, are the proof I needed today. Even…” She paused as she looked down, taking a deep breath as her body shook, “Even if you don’t want a titfuck today, I’m willing to give you the time you need to decide if you ever want one, because I don’t expect you to love me, not yet, no matter how nice I would have liked it.”
Button was quiet for a few moments, before swallowing hard and whispering back to her, “Can… Can I get a kiss instead?”
Spitfire smiled at the request, before she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. She forced herself not to wrap her tongue around his a half dozen times, like she had learned over the years to do, but instead let hers gently guide his around her own mouth. A little bit of prick and prodding to make sure that he was able to learn something, even from this small kiss. After all, he had a lot of catching up to do if they were to be on equal footing with this.
The same could not be said about the thing that made her gasp. His hands had come up and grabbed her chest, squeezing while his thumbs put themselves right on her nipples. It wasn’t like when Soarin or Fancy Pants tried to play with them though. No, Button knew how to work a set of joysticks like her nipples, and she hummed as she pulled away.
Meanwhile, Button’s eyes were wide as, for the first time in his life, he actually held a set of breasts. They were so unbelievable soft, especially when compared to the rest of her tough, firm body. He imagined he could die between them and be happy, and yet… “I’m sorry, but… I don’t know if I want to go farther than this.”
Spitfire was quiet for a few moments, before sitting next to him, her own hands putting themselves gently on his wrists and helping make sure that, if he didn’t want to, he didn’t have to let go of them. “Do you like them at least? Because, well… They mean a lot to me, and if you just want to hold them, then that’s enough for me. At least, for now.”
Button blinked a few moments, before shouting, “Yes!” before shutting his mouth and blushing hard. “I-I mean, um, the-they’re very nice. I, um… Would have thought you would hate them though? I mean my mom has back issues, and-”
“And I do too. I see a special set of chiropractors and physical therapists almost every month to make sure that my back stays okay, and strong enough so that these stupid melons don’t snap my spine. However,” she said as she laid her hands on her own chest, along with letting out a small moan from his thumbs continuing to play with her, “that was my choice. I love every inch of my body, and I’ve never let anyone shame me for that. After all, it’s who I am, and no one is going to change that. Something,” she said as she smiled at him, “I guess we have in common, since I find my girls usually change most stallions into school colts.”
Button Mash’s head turned red at the compliment, and he looked away as he pulled his hands back. “I-I, um, think I , go, b-before we do anything that, uh…”
“We’ll both regret it. At this point at least.” Spitfire leaned back, covering her chest as she smiled at him. “You’re welcome anytime, and I promise to cover up a bit more. Only a bit though, got it? I still like letting them breathe like this.”
Button stood up, a part of his mind cursing at himself for being the same, stupid, innocent colt that never got when Sweetie wanted to date him in high school. That had always been so content at home while his friends moved away. That had been almost traumatized by a milf doing what so many of his friends would have died for.
But looking at Spit… Looking at Ash, happy in her retirement, and smiling at him, he truly meant it as he said, “I would have it no other way,” and then ran out before he somehow screwed all of this up.
