Rumble's Choices

Rumble approached Button as the group starting going their own ways. “So, dude, how have you been?”

Button Mash smiled. “I’m good, bro. You still doing the weather duty thing?”

Rumble nodded. “Yeah, part-time is all they have right now, but pretty soon I’ll be leading the team.”

The earth pony nodded. “Nice. Hey, you want to grab a coffee?”

Rumble blinked. “Not, like, as a date or anything, right? Cause I’m not—“

Button blushed slightly. “I think I’d aim a little higher than coffee for a date, bro. Just a chance to catch up.”

Rumble sighed in relief. Not a date. “Sure,” he agreed, “that’d be fun. But coffee? It’s already past dark.”

Button Mash laughed. “The coder’s life, bro. We do our best programming after dark.”

Rumble shrugged. “I’m gonna be wired all night.”

The earth pony nodded. “That’s the idea. Besides, you have anywhere you need to be in the morning?”

“Well,” the pegasus considered. “No, not really.”

“Then let’s go get some java!” Button said merrily.

The coffee shop was quiet and mostly empty when the two stallions arrived. A lilac-coated unicorn with an artificially-darkened mane sat on a couch with a pair of journals beside her. The only other pony present was the barista, who raised a hoof in familiar greeting to Button Mash and immediately starting grinding some beans. “You know what you want?” Button asked him.

“Yeah,” Rumble replied. For a minute, he thought about ordering his usual mint mocha, but that seemed pretty girly to do in front of another stallion. “Cappuccino, triple shot,” he said.

“Bro!” Button laughed quietly. “That’s why you’re gonna be up forever. Jeez.” The earth pony relayed the order to the barista.

Rumble found a small table that was mostly clean and sat on the stool beside it. He wondered idly if Thunderlane ever came here. His brother loved coffee, and he had basically survived on it the years when he was both working with Ponyville’s weather team and being a Wonderbolt reserve. It was a nice enough place, he supposed, though he’d rather be at a bar. After a few moments, Button walked over, two drinks carefully balanced on one upturned hoof. Rumble sniffed at the coffee, pretending he knew whether a shot had been burned. He glanced over at the other drink. The tall cup was brimming with whipped cream and smelled vaguely of flowers.

Button grinned. “Dessert,” he explained. “I only let myself have one sugary thing a day, and I love the way they make a rosewater latte here.”

“I was gonna say that you look like you’d lost some weight since school.”

Button shrugged. “Yeah, yeah, I was kind of the typical nerd back then. I’m trying to take better care of myself these days.”

Rumble smiled and lifted his cappuccino. “To looking good,” he offered.

“And feeling better,” the earth pony replied, lifting his floral-scented drink to his lips. The drink left a large, white mustache of cream on Button’s muzzle. Rumble fought he urge to make a blowjob joke. And then remembered how the other stallion had licked their shared cum from his hoof after the jerk off circle. Rumble shifted his legs, squeezing them together to keep himself from getting aroused.

“Coffee no good?”

“What?” Rumble said, blinking. He must have been making a face. “No, it’s fine. You’ve got a little-“ he pointed a hoof at Button’s face.

The brown pony’s tongue swirled out and up, collecting the cream.

Celestia damn it. Rumble bit his own tongue, letting the pain clear his mind. Don’t be so gay.

“I get it all?”

“Yeah, you’re good,” Rumble confirmed. Ugh. He just needed to go home and hoof off thinking about mares. Or maybe he could hit up Sweetie Belle for a cutie call. Not that she usually appreciated that kind of thing. “So,” he said, redirecting the conversation away from cream, “what do you do now?”

Button’s eyes lit up. “I’m a programmer for Neighstation.”

“Whoa, really?”

“Yeah, bro!” The earth pony was almost shivering with excitement. “I mean, it’s just basically entry-level for now, reviewing other ponies’ code, but it’s a hoof in the door.”

“That’s actually really cool,” Rumble said admiringly. “Have you worked on anything big?”

The other pony shrugged. “Not anything I can talk about yet. NDAs, ya know.”

Rumble nodded, without really understanding what Button meant. “Sure, sure.”

“But I get good deals on games and stuff. Sometimes I even get early demos.”

Rumble took a drink of his bitter coffee. He still wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be that bitter, but at least he was already feeling the jittery energy from the drink. “Really?”

“Ohmygosh,” Button Mash said excitedly. “Your brother’s a Wonderbolt, right?”

Rumble smiled proudly. “Yeah.”

Button grinned. “He’s probably a character in this new racing game I got. ‘Wonderbolts versus Washouts.’ You should totally come play sometime. Tell me if they got it right?”

“I’m so in. It’s been forever since I’ve played a video game.”

“You want to hang out after we get done here?”

Rumble took a large swallow, fighting back a grimace as the dark, toasted flavor flowed past his tongue. “Totally, dude.”

Button’s place was nice. Like, really nice. Rumble was used to pretty basic living—he and Thunderlane had lived alone since their parents passed away years ago, and there was only so much two colts could afford on Thunder’s weather team salary. It had gotten a little spruced up once Thunderlane had become a Wonderbolt, but neither brother really lived the high life.

Button had a small villa just a few blocks from Ponyville town hall. Button gave him the quick tour—large living room, kitchen, two bedrooms (one of which served as a converted office), and a bathroom large enough to house a huge soaking tub. “Whoa!” Rumble cried upon seeing the tub. “Legit, dude.”

Button shrugged. “It’s a pain to clean, but it’s alright.”

“It’s nice though. Like, the whole place is great.”

“Thanks, bro,” Button said warmly. “Here, let’s get the Neighstation on.” The earth pony walked back to the living room and flicked a switch on a large, black machine. It hummed to life and Button scooped up a controller. He pulled the cord out a handed it to Rumble, who took a seat on the small couch in front of the screen. “Sorry, the cord doesn’t reach very far.”

Rumble felt the weight of the controller in his hooves. “These things are heavier than they used to be.”

Button laughed. “Good thing we’re not little colts any more, huh?”

Rumble laughed. “Grown-ass stallions, for sure.” Unbidden thoughts about exactly how grown up Button was swarmed Rumble’s brain. He shook his head to clear out that image and then watched the screen blossom blue and black. Button picked up the second controller and plopped down beside the pegasus.

Button pressed a button and the screen moved to a character selection menu. “Let’s see,” he said, clicking through the varied, square-shaped portraits on the screen. “Aha, that’s him, right?” A pixelated version of Rumble’s brother appeared on screen above the selection menu.

Rumble grinned. “Yeah, totally!” Thunderlane was wearing the blue Wonderbolt uniform and had a lopsided grin on his face. “They even got his doofus smile right!”

“You wanna play as him?” Button Mash asked. When Rumble nodded, Button clicked his controller away from the portrait. “I just unlocked Rainbow Dash, so I’ll totally rock her.”

Rumble laughed. “Nice, dude. I’d totally rock her too, if you know what I mean.”

Button snorted. “I’m pretty sure you’re not her type.”

Rumble smiled and rolled his eyes. The two selected their characters and the screen flashed. After a moment, the screen split into two halves and the view of each half zoomed down and around until it was just above and behind their respective characters. It looked like they were walking around a place that had been modeled on Rainbow Falls. “Nice graphics,” Rumble noted.

“Yeah, totally, it’s come a long way from Moon Invaders.”

Rumble had seen Thunderlane in his outfit a million times, and something about the virtual outfit seemed off. It took him a moment to realize that the suit didn’t have a bunched-up lump at the back under the tail. That made sense, though, he supposed. What kind of game company would spend time and effort to animate stallion balls in detail?

The game was pretty fun, even if Rumble wasn’t very good at it. After getting dominated by Button in the versus mode, the earth pony switched the game to a cooperative mode, and together they did a bunch of events where they whooped the computer’s flank.

“You killed it on that last lap!”

“Yeah, because you set up a great tailwind,” Rumble replied. “How does an earth pony even know about that kind of thing?”

“Too many video games,” Button replied, setting the controller down and stretching his hooves up over his head. “This was a lot of fun, bro, but I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

Rumble set his controller down also. “Yeah, dude, I hear you; it’s late. I’m still buzzed from that coffee, though.”

“Triple shot!” the earth pony said with a laugh. “Hey,” he said nonchalantly, “you up for one more round before you go?” As he asked the question one hoof pantomimed a jerking motion above his crotch.

“What?” Rumble said, his voice suddenly tense. “Here? Just us? That’s gay.”

“Hey, whoa,” the earth pony said, raising both hooves in a calming gesture. “First of all, you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Because I’m not gay.”

“Sure, fine,” Button said in a placating tone. “But we don’t have to touch or anything. I saw how much you enjoyed watching earlier.”

Rumble remembered Button licking cum off his hoof and felt a tingling in his loins. He had never done anything like that alone with another stallion before, though.

“You thinking about it?” The earth pony asked shyly. “Because I know I could go again. It’s that earth pony stamina.” As he said it, he spread his back legs apart slightly on the couch, and the tip of his penis began to creep from his sheath. “We’re just always horny. Or I am, anyway,” he amended.

Rumble bit his lip.

“Just two guys having a good time. I’m not gonna say anything to anypony.” One forehoof lazily swirled around the mottled flesh. “What do you think?”

Rumble bit back an insult about gayness. And an angry rejection. And a wave of nauseating fear at being alone with another stallion with his dick out. He nodded.

“Alright!” the earth pony cried. “Let me grab some towels.” He hopped up and trotted to the bathroom. Rumble watched Button’s half-hard staff swing side-to-side from behind. The pegasus spread his back legs apart and felt an erection stir.

Button Mash returned with a hoof-ful of towels. He lay two bath towels on the ground—one in front of Rumble and the other in front of his side of the couch. The remaining pile he dumped on the couch. “So,” he said, settling back onto the couch. He rolled one forehoof underneath his dark-brown orbs. “Scones aren’t the only big things in that bakery, huh?”

Rumble tried to relax. Thinking about the now-familiar sight of the baker’s large staff helped a little. “Yeah,” he agreed. “And no shortage of frosting.” He smiled, proud of his pun.

Button chortled. “That was hot.” He stroked his now-hard staff slowly. “Who was that other stallion?”

Rumble shrugged. “Don’t know him. I haven’t seen him before at those things.” He rubbed his own staff, letting a hoof tickle his medial ring. “Of course, I haven’t seen you at one of those meet-ups before either.”

“Yeah,” Button Mash said, as one hoof guided his shaft out to its full length. The other hoof gently massaged his balls, rolling them one way then another. “I never really thought about doing something like that before tonight. And I nearly chickened out when I got there.”

Rumble felt blood surge into his staff as he watched Button play with himself. “I’m glad you came,” he said.

“That’s what she said,” the earth pony said in a serious tone. The two stallions shared a laugh. Rumble had to admit, it was pretty comfortable just sitting here beside Button. He was a good guy. “So,” Button said, sliding a hoof to press into the slowly-swelling ridge at the head of his shaft, “you’re not Mr. Cake large, but you’re pretty big.” He slid the hoof side to side, letting the hard hoof play along the ridged glans. His eyes traveled down to lock on Rumble’s groin, “Bigger than me, I think.”

Rumble felt his breath catch as the other stallion said aloud what guys never talked about. His cock jumped in his hoof. “Longer, yeah, I think,” he said, his voice suddenly hoarse. “You’ve got that earth pony thickness, though,” he said in appreciation. “Makes all the mares wild.”

“And some of the stallions, huh?”

Rumble felt his cheeks grow warm. And his flared head grow hard.

“Ah, bro,” Button whined, “I’m already getting pretty close.” A small burst of clear fluid confirmed his statement.

Rumble whimpered. He was going to get to see Button cum twice in one evening. He felt his balls pull taut. He rubbed both hooves frantically down his length.

“Yeah, Rumble. Heck yeah!” The earth pony panted.

Rumble grunted, feeling his load building at the base of his shaft. “Oh yeah! Go for it, dude.”

Button whined, gritting his teeth. “You watching?”

“Yeah. Yeah!” Rumble confirmed, his eyes locked on the mottled shaft. He felt himself surge and briefly glanced to see a splash of precum jet away from his flared tip. “I wanna see you cum again.”

“Fuck, bro, fuuuuck,” the earth pony moaned.

The second time didn’t disappoint. A large jet of white fluid leapt from the turgid cock, splattering down onto the towel below. “Oh yeah, dude, shoot it!” Rumble cried out in encouragement, feeling his own orgasm coming. Button Mash pumped his hips, forcing his cock to push up against his hoof. In quick succession, three long strands of cum joined the first puddle on the towel.

Rumble came. He cried out as his innards clenched. He watched the mottled staff beside him throw another strand of cum down to the floor below. His own seed erupted from his tip. Button moaned, and Rumble echoed the sound unconsciously as his seed flowed from him uncontrollably, splattered out further by the occasional twitching, clenching thrust. The creamy load continued to pour from his cock, making a mess of his hooves. He was panting, he realized. His heart was racing. Daylight’s end, he was excited. His mind cleared slowly, and he shook his head, finding it hard to believe that it could be this exciting watching just one single stallion cum. Button pulled a towel from between them and started wiping up his quickly-shrinking staff. Rumble did the same, being sure to collect the pooled cum around his balls before it could stain the nice couch. When his breathing slowed, he turned to face Button. “Thanks, dude. I really enjoyed that.”

The earth pony nodded. “Me too.” He tossed the hoof towel down onto the larger, well-soaked towel below him. “Hey, you want to hang out tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he said, tossing his own sopping towel down below him. “Fuck yeah I do.”