Rumble's Choices

Rumble closed his eyes and snuggled his head up against Button Mash’s shoulder, hoping he could make the outside world just go away. That he could just lay there in post-orgasmic bliss without ever having to think about things that made him sad, like losing that chance to hang out with Button and his alluring cock all the time once he moved. Damn, he had thought about it.

“That was epic,” Button said quietly.

Rumble’s stomach twisted. Not, for once, because he was worried about how gay his recent actions had been. In fact, he realized it was the exact opposite. It was fear of having to give it up.

Rumble planted a small kiss on the earth pony’s ear and then sighed, sadly. He sat up slowly. “You know how you asked if everything was alright earlier?”

Button’s serene demeanor faltered, just slightly, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Yeah?”

Rumble’s stomach was in knots. “The truth is, my brother just got a job in the Crystal Empire, and I’m moving with him next week.” Button’s face went stiff, and he subtly starting chewing on the inside of his lips. Rumble couldn’t hold his gaze and dropped his head. “I didn’t really want to go, but I can’t afford to live here by myself, and we found this sweet place right in the heart of the city up there, and…” he trailed off, uncertain of why he was selling the decision so hard.

“So, what does this mean?” Button Mash asked. He sat up and put a hoof on Rumble’s shoulder, pulling him gently around. “For us, I mean?”

“It means… I don’t know what it means,” Rumble said, the frustration of the entire week pouring into his voice. “I don’t even know what ‘us’ is.”

“I know what I want it to be,” Button said. Rumble felt his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like he was going to vomit. “But what do you want?”

Rumble stamped a hoof on the bed. “I don’t know! I really, really enjoyed the last few days, but I don’t even know if it’s me, you know?”

The earth pony made a frustrated-sounding grunt. “Are we talking, like, changelings or something? ‘If it’s me.’ What does that even mean?”

“I’ve never been with a stallion before, dude!”

“Other than the ones you hoof off with all the time.”

Rumble flinched. “I never touched them. I never thought about giving them a blowjob.”

“Just admit you liked it.”

“What?”

“Just admit that you liked sucking my dick.”

Rumble felt the blood drain from his face. “Why?”

“Because sometimes, just sometimes, words are more important that actions. Because I want you to do it again,” Button Mash said intently. “Because I want you to fucking rut me senseless at some point.”

Rumble did want that. Sweet Celestia, he wanted to fuck Button so badly.

Button stared at the pegasus fixedly. “But I don’t want to fucking want that if I’m just falling in love with another stupid straight colt who got carried away.” His voice trembled at the end, and the earth pony shuddered. Rumble’s chest hurt. “Say it, Rumble.”

“I liked it,” Rumble whimpered. His heart was beating wildly in his chest.

“And?” the earth pony demanded.

“And I wanna fuckin’ suck it again,” he said heatedly. The smallest edge of relief crept into the earth pony’s features. “I want to touch you, and kiss you, and hoof you off, and holy Tartarus I want to fuck the shit outta you.” Rumble fought back tears that were suddenly filling his vision. “And all that scares the shit out of me, and I guess that’s who I am now, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Button Mash closed the distance between them in an instant. Rumble saw tears welling in his eyes, too. Rumble shuddered as a brown hoof touched his face gently. “I don’t know either, Rumble, but why don’t we try to figure it out? Together.” Rumble shivered in simultaneous fear and relief.

Their lips touched gently. Rumble kissed the other stallion and felt tears stream down his face. Even through the tears he felt like laughing at himself. What had become of the badass, in-control weather pony he had been? Maybe, some dark part of him whispered treacherously, that had all been a front all along. Maybe he was just a scared, lonely colt-cuddler who was desperately waiting for some bigger stallion to sweep him off his hooves. He pulled away from the kiss and shook himself, trying to shake away the feeling of doubt that still clung to him.

After a long, intense make-out session that included plenty of petting, Rumble had worked up quite an appetite. Even Button, with his earth pony stamina and excitement, needed a while to recharge, so they hadn’t ended up any stickier than before. Still, the earth pony needed a shower, so he extricated himself from the pegasus’ limbs and headed for the bathroom.

Rumble lay in bed (in Button’s bed, he reminded himself) thinking. He liked Button Mash. Like, really really liked him. Liked looking at him: his sturdy legs and handsome face and juicy cock. Rumble liked his body, sure, but he liked who Button was as a pony, too. Button’s earnestness and cheer reminded Rumble of Sweetie Belle, in the best way, and his ex-marefriend was a good pony. He would have still been with her, but they had just stopped clicking at some point. Sweetie Belle had said they had different goals; Rumble thought it was more that had different needs. That made Rumble pause. Would he feel the same disconnect with Button after a few months? Was he just pursuing Sweetie again in stallion form? Was this a big ball-lightning storm: bright lights and heat that quickly faded to nothing? Rumble chewed the inside of his cheek.

Button Mash was earthier than Sweetie Belle—which, Rumble realized, made sense for an earth pony. Button was physical and practical where Sweetie was ethereal and complicated. Maybe that would be enough. Rumble paused, considering. Did he want it to be enough? He knew what he had said to Button Mash. And he had meant it. But now he was thinking about what that meant outside the bedroom. Dating Button. In public. He found himself shrinking down into the bedsheets.

And Rumble was moving to the Crystal Empire in a week. He groaned. Why did this all have to happen at the same time?

Rumble lay there, his mind going in circles, with him occasionally cursing the fate that had brought him to that moment.

“Hey, bro, shower’s free if you want to clean up too.”

Rumble sat up. “Oh,” he said simply. Button Mash’s fur was still damp, clinging to the broad, tight muscles of his shoulders. Rumble smiled at the sight. It was gay to think a stallion was sexy. But, well, he could now admit he was bi now, which meant he was at least a little gay. Button was sexy. He felt a stirring of another erection. The earth pony’s gaze drifted downward and he grinned. “Already? Dang, I thought I was the earth pony here.”

Rumble laughed. “Shut up.”

“Hey, you wanna go out and grab lunch?”

Rumble nodded. “I could eat.”

“It’s a date,” Button said with a small smile.

Rumble’s stomach clenched at the word. He forced himself to relax. He could do this. “Yeah,” he said as calmly as he could. “Let me go clean up.”

Rumble’s wings wouldn’t stay still. It was like suddenly every feather was out of place, stray pinions poking him in the side or fluttering up when they shouldn’t. He was walking beside Button Mash toward the Burger Barn. “Best Hayfries in Town!” the sign said. Rumble drew a steadying breath. There were ponies he knew everywhere. And here he was about to sit down for a date with another stallion. Another sexy stallion, he amended. Ugh, that didn’t help his conflicted feelings.

“Why don’t you grab a seat?” Button offered. “I’ll go place our order.” Rumble nodded and walked back to a small table by the back of the establishment. He sat down in the seat facing away from the door and tried to feel less miserable. He had never felt this edgy on his dates with Sweetie Belle or Sunny Daze. He told himself to calm down. It was just lunch. They could just be friends getting a bite to eat. In fact, Rumble slowly realized, that was exactly what it was. It wasn’t like he and Button were going to fuck it out there on the table. Just eat your damned lunch, he told himself. He distracted himself by playing with the ketchup bottle until Button walked over.

“Here!” Button Mash said, setting down a large platter in the center of the table.

There were a pair of juicy-looking hayburgers sitting on either side of two large baskets of fries. The closer basket was clearly hayfries. The other fries looked wrong, though. He leaned over and gave them a sniff. “Potato fries?” he said in surprise. He had heard somewhere that that was a thing, but he’d never seen them in a restaurant before.

“Yeah, bro!” Button said excitedly. “They’re new; I ordered some last week, and they’re amazing!”

Rumble’s mouth was watering. “It’s hard to argue with fried potato,” he agreed. He picked up one long fry and watched steam curl away from it. After it cooled for a moment, he took a small bite, feeling the crisp exterior quickly give way to a soft inner portion. Rumble closed his eyes, focusing on the joy of eating. The rich taste of salted potato filled his mouth as he chewed. “Mmm,” he moaned quietly. He opened his eyes and saw Button Mash grinning at him.

“I love hearing you make that sound,” he said in a devious whisper.

Rumble blushed and glanced quickly around to be sure nopony had overheard. “Dude!” he whispered back fiercely.

“Oh come on,” Button said, easing back into his seat. “I know you’re nervous, I’m not gonna say something like that around anypony else.”

Rumble frowned. “Good,” he muttered.

“So, better than my noodles?”

That made Rumble laugh even through his discomfort. “Dude. Totally worth the extra bits.”

The two stallions had kept a respectful distance between them on the walk back to Button Mash’s villa, and they had barely made it in the front door before they closed that separation, tongues playing against each other, chests pushed firmly together.

“Ugh,” Rumble said grumpily as the embrace ended. “Why do you turn me on so much?”

“Because I’m an international pony of mystery?” Button suggested in a joking tone.

Rumble glowered at the earth pony.

“Okay, fine, I don’t know why,” Button relented. “but I’m sure as Tartarus not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.” He paused, drawing a hoof from Rumble’s chin down his neck and upper chest. “Especially when there’s plenty of other things I’d do with that mouth.”

A shiver went down Rumble’s spine. “Yeah?” he asked, before he kissed Button again quickly.

Button drew a sharp breath. “Fuck, bro, don’t make me beg for it.”

“I dunno,” Rumble said playfully, enjoying teasing the other stallion. “It’s kind of sexy to hear you beg.”

Button grinned. “I’m not proud.” He sank down, bowing his head and forelegs in supplication. “Please! Please, oh mighty Rumble. Please suck my dick!”

Rumble swatted him with a wing. “Changed my mind, not sexy.”

The earth pony stood back up and leaned forward, putting his lips on Rumble’s. Rumble closed his eyes, letting himself fall into the kiss. Button's tongue slid slowly, sensually, along Rumble's lips. He pushed in a nipped the pegasus' lower lip, ever so softly. They parted a moment later, their faces mere feathers-length apart, and Button Mash gently placed a hoof on the side of Rumble’s face. “Please suck my dick?” he said with a smoldering intensity.

Rumble whinnied. “Okay. Fuck. Changed my mind back.” He felt his staff twitching excitedly. “Yes, I’ll totally do that.” He considered for a moment. “If you’ll do me after.”

Button laughed. “You drive a hard bargain.” The earth pony turned and walked toward the bedroom, one hoof tugging on Rumble to get him to follow. “Counter proposal: we do both simultaneously.”

Rumble drew in a deep, excited breath. “Yes! Yes yes yes, sold, sure, yes!” he nodded enthusiastically. He leaned over and nipped Button Mash’s shoulder in excitement.

“Hey, easy on the teeth,” Button said lightly. The brown stallion flopped onto his bed and rolled onto his back. His mottled staff stood stiff as a statue above his body.

Rumble licked his lips. He flapped his wings and flew up and over the prone pony, setting himself down gently above Button, his body rotated in the opposite direction. Button’s staff was just below his muzzle. His own shaft bounced up against his body. He felt a hoof pull it down, and he gasped. “Oh fuck yes,” he whined. He opened his muzzle eagerly and took Button into his mouth. He lapped at the underside of the stiff shaft, tasting the clear fluid that had seeped out of the tip. He moaned, and the sound quickly escalated as he felt the warm wetness of Button’s tongue on him.

Rumble thrust his hips downward, trying to get that feeling over more of his shaft. Strong hooves suddenly pushed his hips up violently. Rumble took flight instinctively, pulling free from Button’s push. The sound of gagged coughing came from below. “Dang, bro, easy. There’s only so much I can get from this angle.”

Rumble grimaced. “Sorry, dude.”

Button grunted. “Just take it easy. I’ve got you,”

Rumble nodded and floated back down. He landed and whined as he felt the warmth of Button’s mouth return to his shaft. A pair of hooves suddenly pressed against the base of his dick, and slowly, firmly rubbed downward. The combination of mouth and hoof was exhilarating. He went back to work to show his appreciation.

Button was leaking precum like crazy. It flowed over Rumble’s tongue as he worked his head down the shaft. The feeling of having a stallion in his mouth drove him wild—his own cock twitched, and surged, and shivered in excitement. Rumble took a deep breath and dove deeper, swallowing down almost to the medial ring, which he licked with an outstretched tongue.

Button Mash moaned loudly around the head of Rumble’s shaft. The earth pony started twisting his head in small circles, letting his mouth slide loosely around the swollen glans of Rumble’s dick. The feeling, especially combined with the loving strokes of the stallion’s hooves, was enough to take Rumble all the way to the edge of his orgasm.

Rumble held on, intent on swallowing down the monolithic shaft below him. He let the swollen head push back into his throat. He nearly gagged, but he calmed his throat. Easy. Gently. He pushed down deeper. Oh fuck.

Button’s hoof movement suddenly increased in tempo. Rumble felt himself slipping toward the edge, his insides tight and fit to burst.

He could smell and taste and feel Button’s arousal, the musky aroma of his cock and the fresh, floral scent of the soap of his earlier shower, and the lingering potato and hay smell of their lunch, and the sweet taste of the earth pony’s precum that spurted and flowed into his throat. The throbbing urgency of the flared staff buried deep against the back of his throat.

Rumble was going to cum. He lunged his head forward, burying his muzzle into Button’s groin. He thrilled in triumph: he had it all!

And in his ecstasy, in the white joy of success, he knew was coming. The long, rushing pull started tugging at his insides, just down below his tail.

Fuck. His loins clenched. Fuck. His staff twitched. Fuck.

Rumble cried out as he released, as much as he could with a cock pushed down his throat. His body tensed and his cock fired load after load after load after load into the waiting muzzle, each burst helped downward with urgency by the stroking hooves.

And suddenly, as Rumble felt his insides clench again, his throat was flooded with semen. He swallowed reflexively, choking down the fluid in his suddenly overflowing mouth. Light, he could feel Button’s flared head twitching, filling him completely, as the last spasms of his own orgasm faded. He pulled back, desperate to breathe, and was rewarded with a large splatter of cum between his eyes. Button’s suddenly freed staff spat a few more, weaker rounds into the air, before it began to shrink away.

Rumble swallowed the bitter, slimy cum.

Fuck, it felt amazing even though it tasted horrendously gross.

He stood there over Button’s prone form, cum on his lips and muzzle and head, totally enthralled. He felt his own spent staff creep up out of the earth pony’s attentive hooves and back towards his sheath.

He felt a deep need to express his pleasure.

“Fuck, dude, that was sensational.” That was an understatement. And kind of lame, but it was the best he could do at the moment.

“Well,” Rumble said softly from below, “69 was always my favorite number.”

Rumble’s legs started to wobble, so he eased himself down and turned around to face Button. “Nerd,” he said fondly.

Button leaned forward and pressed his lips into Rumble’s. The pegasus kissed back with enthusiasm, their tongues intertwining. Rumble could taste his own seed, distinctive from the leftover earth pony cum. It was less rich, less pungent, but still earthy, bitter, and gross. He loved feeling it, knowing how it had gotten there. Maybe he even enjoyed the taste, if he was really honest.

Eventually, the kiss ended, as it had to, much to Rumble’s disappointment.

“Stay with me,” Button Mash urged.

“Tonight?” Rumble asked.

“No,” the earth pony replied simply. “I mean don’t move to the North. Stay here with me.”

Rumble’s stomach twisted.

“Please,” Button Mash pleaded softly.

Rumble closed his eyes and lay his head on the other stallion’s chest. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest, its rhythm matching the blood pounding in Rumble’s own ears.