Rumble crossed his hooves over his chest and stared at the flickering screen. Button Mash was hogging the game ... again. Why the heck did Mom have to bring him out to 'play' with Button, anyway? Button was okay and all, in his own way, but he wasn't really the kind of pony Rumble would have normally been friends with. If it weren't for their moms being such good friends with each other, he probably wouldn't have anything more than a passing acquaintance with Button.

But their moms were good friends. Which meant he was staying here at Button's house all day, bored out of his mind while he watched Button Mash mash buttons, level up, and defeat a succession of increasingly ridiculous bosses that started with Nightmare Moon. At the moment, his on-screen character was fighting some kind of demon-horse thing that was mostly flames and bones ... and Rumble couldn't care less.

It wasn't even like he wanted to play or anything. Sure, that would be a little less boring, but it just seemed like such a waste of time. He could be out there practicing his moves. After all, he not only needed to become a Wonderbolt, he needed to become a better Wonderbolt than his brother. It was obviously his life's purpose, after all.

Instead, he was stuck here. And why? So Mom could hang out with Cream Heart? He glanced over at the two of them. They were just sitting there at the table, watching Button and him and giving each other weird looks. What the hay? Did they really have to waste a whole day on that?

But Button's mom must have seen him looking. “Button, dear, why don't you give Rumble a chance to play?”

“Mom...” Button called back, putting at least five syllables into the word and not taking his eyes off the screen for even a second. “This is the final boss of world five! I can't let him take over now – he'll lose the whole game!”

Rumble rolled his eyes. “You could save it anytime you want and come back to it later...”

“Yeah, but—”

Before Button could come up with some dumb excuses about how it would throw off his rhythm or ruin the experience or something, his mom hit him with her secret weapon: “I got you a new game for your birthday, but I'll let you play it today ... as long as you let Rumble play it first.”

At the words 'new game', Button's ears instantly perked up. Before she'd finished the rest of her sentence, he'd paused and saved the game he was in the middle of. In a blur, he shot into the kitchen. “What is it? What is it?” he repeated over and over again, bouncing next to the table. Rumble followed him there, at a much more leisurely pace.

“Remember,” Button's mom said. “You have to let Rumble play for a little bit first. Promise me.”

“I promise! I promise!” Button blurted out immediately, without even a moment of thought.

Both mothers glanced at each other in some weird way, grinning smugly like it was some kind of private joke between the two of them. What was even going on here? Mom had dragged him over here to hang out with Button and his mom plenty of times before, and they'd never acted like this any of those other times.

Slowly, with altogether too much showmareship, Button's mom fished a game cartridge out of her purse. Then, with a theatric flare of her hoof, she held up ... Wonderbolts Derby.

“A racing game?” Button's mood visibly dropped a dozen notches.

Rumble's interest, though was suddenly piqued. He'd heard that there was an officially licensed Wonderbolts video game, but he'd never had the chance to play it before. Who knew ... maybe it would actually be fun.

Button looked back through the big connecting arch between the kitchen and the living room, where the TV still showed the paused game he'd been playing a minute ago. “Can I just finish up this level really quick before we start with—?”

“You promised,” his mom reminded him.

“Mom!” Button whined again, but his mom was having none of it. She shook her head and pointed back toward the living room. After a few more moments of impotent begging, he hung his head low, grabbed the game cartridge, and trudged back into the living room. “So unfair!”

Rumble followed him, stepping more quickly than he had on the way to the kitchen. He was sure he'd still never become as addicted to games as Button was, but this Wonderbolts game might actually be pretty interesting. It would sure be a lot more fun than watching Button's character on screen bashing monsters with a laser sword.

It only took a few moments for Button to get the new game cartridge out of its packaging, blow on it for some weird reason, and jam it into the machine. He then gave Rumble the game controller, along with the most put-upon look ever seen by pony kind.

From the moment the Wonderbolts theme music blared out from the title screen, a grin came to Rumble's face. He rushed his way through a few confusing menus and soon found himself racing right along with the real Wonderbolts through their training facility's practice track, quickly getting a feel for the intuitive controls. Even though it was just images flickering on the screen, he soon found himself getting engrossed in it, feeling almost as if he already was a real Wonderbolt. And what was this? An opponent suddenly came up, challenging him to a one-on-one race – his brother, Thunderlane! No way! Thunderlane was in this game? Rumble grinned. Now was his chance to finally one-up his brother, once and for all! Or ... at least do so in the game. That was enough for now, more than enough!

As caught up as he was in the game, he wasn't so caught up that he was completely unaware of what was going on around him. He wasn't Button Mash, after all. Just as he began the race with Thunderlane, his own mom cried out theatrically, “Oh no! I forgot to bring the baking pans for the cookies! Now we'll never get to bake them!”

Rumble banked hard left, taking the inside of the curve and triumphantly passing his virtual brother.

“I'll have to go all the way home and get them,” Mom wailed. “But they're so heavy and cumbersome. There's no way I can carry them all!”

Just as Thunderlane threatened to pass him, Rumble hit the rainbow boost button, shooting out ahead and taking the lead for the first lap. He grinned manically.

Button craned around and looked into the kitchen. “Why can't we just use your baking trays, Mom?”

The boost recover was taking too long! Rumble clenched his teeth hard as Thunderlane used his own boost to shoot past him. No!

Now that it was apparently her turn to be melodramatic, Button's mom wailed as well, “Oh no, that couldn't possibly work! They're much two small! We'll never be able to make enough cookies for four ponies with those!”

Rumble's own mom was right on her heels. “If only somepony could help me carry them over from my house.”

Rumble tailed his brother – literally tailed him so close that Thunderlane's tail glitched through his own character's neck sometimes.

“I would help you carry them,” Button's mom said, “but I have to stay here and watch the colts!”

Mom added in a commiserative tone, “And I would just ask Rumble for help, but we promised we'd let him play. It would be so terrible to make him quit the game already!”

Thunderlane crossed the line in front of him for the second lap, but Rumble was hot on his tail.

“I have an idea!” Button's mom said.

“What is it?”

“Why don't you take Button over to your house, and he can help you bring the baking trays over.”

“Yes!” Rumble shouted out loud as he finally managed to slip past Thunderlane without getting caught in the Wonderbolt's wash. Halfway through the final lap, and he was winning again!

“Aw, Mom!” Button yelled toward the kitchen. “Come on. Do I have to?”

“Don't worry,” his mom told him. “It won't take long, and maybe when you get back, Rumble will be ready to give you a turn on the new game.”

Button sighed heavily. “Ugh, fine!”

The finish line was coming again, now with an official Wonderbolts timekeeper waving a checkered flag right next to it. It was now or never – he just had to hold Thunderlane off for just a bit longer!

As the other two got up and left for Rumble's house, Button's mom called after them, “Have a good time, you two!”

“Oh yes,” Mom replied with a weird tone in her voice, “we will!”

Thunderlane used the last of his rainbow boosts, but Rumble had one left as well, and he slammed his other hoof down on the button, just barely hitting it in time to keep ahead of his brother and dash across the finish line before he did.

“Yeah!” Rumble yelled out loud. “Did you see that? I got him! I really did it! I got him!” He looked around, just now realizing – despite what he'd overheard – that it was just him and Button's mom left in the house. That toned down his celebration a little, though he still felt pretty elated on the inside. Wow, now if more video games could be like that, maybe he'd get along better with Button!

Hearing his outburst, Button's mom came in from the kitchen, flicking her forelock out of her face as she came toward him. “Oh, did you win already?” she asked, an oddly smooth tone to her voice. “That's wonderful.”

“It was just the first race of the game,” he said, glancing away and rubbing the back of his neck. “It probably gets harder after that.” It was weird getting praised for video game performance by Button's mom. After all, wouldn't she be used to seeing Button beat games all day long? He'd never heard her compliment her son before, so why was she complimenting him?

She came right up in front of him, blocking his view of the TV and gazing down at him with an odd half-lidded look in her blue eyes. Looking him up and down, she said, “Do you mind if I have a seat?”

“Um, sure, I guess.” Why would she need to ask? It was her house, after all.

A moment later, Rumble found out just why she'd asked. She turned around and sat down right on his lap! He hadn't seen it coming at all, not until she was already doing it. He tensed up for a moment, fearing that she'd plop right down and squish him ... but she was actually quite gentle. The plump warm curves of her ass settled gingerly down over his thighs as her tail flicked up onto his belly.

“Missus Cream Heart!” he gasped, his whole body going stiff and trembling as he stared at the curve of her back. “W-what are you doing?”

“Oh, just making myself comfortable...” She scooched herself to the side a little, working one of Rumble's hind legs right up between her cheeks. How could that possibly be comfortable at all? Letting out a little gasp of breath, she seemed to find just the spot she was looking for. Then she started rocking her hips gently back and forth.

Rumble felt a little bit of wet heat on his leg down there. What the hay was she doing? Was she, like, peeing on him a little or something?

This had to be some kind of mistake. “Missus—”

“Miss,” actually, she corrected him. “I never married.” She twisted around a bit, enough to look back at him and run a hoof through his mane. “But you can just call me Cream.”

He gulped. Having her on top of him like this was causing a weird warm and tingly sensation deep inside him, something he'd never felt before.

She smiled warmly, her eyes going half-lidded again. “And you can touch me if you want. Don't be shy.”

What? Why would he want to...? Before he could even finish asking himself, though, there was a weird, undeniable urge inside him. Her rump felt so nice against his legs, so soft and round. Strangely, he did want to feel it with his hooves as well. Strange urges were rising in him, making him want to squeeze and rub those nice plush cheeks of hers. What the hay was going on?

Surely, though, she hadn't meant for him to touch her there. Ponies just didn't do that. Hesitantly, he reached up and held his hooves along the sides of her body. The gentle curve of her hips and the soft silkiness of her light tan fur made the tingling feeling inside him grow more and more. Between his legs, something twitched to life.

“That's it, honey,” Cream said, moving herself against him even more. Something was definitely getting wet down there. And there was a smell growing ... one he couldn't really identify. Oddly sweet and musky, it made his nostrils flare.

He squeezed her tighter between his hooves, not even sure why, just sure that he wanted to feel his hooves sink in against her soft body.

“Here,” she said, taking his hooves in her own and pushing them downward. “There you go...”

She pushed them all the way down to the thick swell of her ass. Rumble's eyes went wide as he stared down at her. His hooves seemed to know what to do all on their own, squeezing and rubbing her amazing round cheeks, exploring the curves of her cutie mark on both sides. He was so entranced by her that he almost completely missed it when the game timed out and went to a new race, one against Fleetfoot. The bounty of mare between his hooves was far more interesting all of the sudden, even though he'd never given Button's mom a second glance before.

He gave his hooves free rein to caress her rump and flanks, and she seemed to enjoy being touched as much as he liked touching her. She even gasped a little bit when he slid one hoof up her thighs to touch the twin plush mounds of her teats. So soft and jiggly! He'd never imagined he'd want to touch a mare like this before. But now... Now he couldn’t get enough of her!

There was a problem, though. As he touched her, he felt his cock eagerly slipping out of its sheath. Mom had always told him to never let himself show like that in front of other ponies ... but he just couldn’t help it – it was coming out all on its own! All he could hope was that Cream wouldn't notice it, even though the tip of it was starting to rub against her ass cheek.

“Oh,” Cream said in obviously mock surprise. “What's this?”

Rumble froze in place, one hoof still on her teats and the other tightly against her ass cheek.

To his immense mortification, Cream reached behind her, squeezed her hoof between her own rump and Rumble's belly, and touched his cock.

“I, um...” Rumble stammered. “I didn't mean to! It just— I'm sorry!”

“Don't be sorry.” She got up, easily pulling free of his now-limp hooves. A thin, clear strand of gooey wetness stretched between his thigh and ... and her... What had Thunderlane called it? Her pussy. As Rumble stared at that suddenly mesmerizing slitted bulb under Cream's tail, it winked at him, opening to show a flash of pink and dribble out another few drops of that clear wet stuff.

Rumble was frozen in place, absolutely ashamed of himself. He was in too much shock to even cover his shame with his hooves.

Cream turned around and sat on her haunches in front of him, just as he finally got the wherewithal to move his hooves over his crotch. But she reached up and pulled his hooves away again. “Don't,” she said. “You don't have anything to be ashamed of.” For some incomprehensible reason, she moved one of her hooves over to lift his cock up and gently stroke the underside of it. “Not even all the way hard yet, and it's already very nice.”

Rumble stared down at her, mouth agape, as she intensified the stroking a little bit. Above the sheer shock and confusion, he couldn’t deny that this felt good. Like, really good. His cock stiffened a little, twitching between her hooves. What really caught his attention, though, was the way her eyes looked back up at him. She looked for all the world like she knew some incredible secret that she was just about to tell him – something that would rock his whole world.

She did rock his whole world, and she did it with her mouth ... but not by telling him secrets. Cream Heart leaned her head down just a little farther and took his tip inside!

A jolt ran through Rumble's whole body. Woah! The feeling of her hoof stroking him had been nice, but this was on a whole different level. The warmth off her accepting mouth and the teasing sensation of her tongue moving against the underside of his tip was a kind of pleasure he'd never had before. He'd never guessed that anything could feel this good!

But that was just the beginning. Looking up at him with that self-satisfied knowing smile in her eyes, Cream began bobbing her head up and down ... mostly down. Every time she did, a little more of his cock slid inward between her lips. Each movement ramped up the pleasure and made him tingle all over. His cock went rock-hard, and still Cream took more and more of it. The feeling only got better as his tip began its way down the incredibly soft and welcoming tunnel of her throat.

“Miss—” Rumble stopped himself just in time. “Um, Cream... What are you doing? How does it feel so...?”

She didn't respond, not that she would have been able to with her mouth full of his cock. Instead, she only increased her pace, quickly working her way down his entire shaft. She kept going until her lips kissed his sheath, and then she went a little more, pressing her muzzle hard against his crotch as his cock embedded itself deep inside her throat.

He'd never imagined in his wildest dreams that ponies could do something like this. That it would feel like this! Thanks to growing up with Thunderlane, he'd had the vague notion that stallions could do something with their cock and a mare's pussy, and Thunderlane sure seemed to like it, but Rumble had always thought it sounded weird and silly ... and pretty gross.

This, though... He couldn't deny that it was a little bit gross. Cream was down there drooling all over his balls as she bobbed her head gently against him. But that was more than made up for by just how incredibly good it felt! And he'd never imagined that a mare would do things with her mouth. He could only thank his lucky stars that Cream apparently had more imagination – or more experience – than he did.

As she kept on tirelessly going, Rumble's eyes rolled upward. His breathing was coming with more and more difficulty. Every part of his body, every iota of his attention was going to Cream and the magical things she was doing with her mouth. He began to tremble and gasp. There was a swelling feeling growing deep within his groin – an electric pressure that was driving him onward and onward toward ... what?

He didn’t get to find out, not yet. Cream pulled herself off of him, nonchalantly wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hoof. “How was that?” she said, grinning up at him with wet cock bobbing right in front of her face.

It took Rumble a moment to catch his breath. “That was... How did you...?” He gasped again. “Can ... can all mares do that?”

“Hm... Maybe not with quite as much skill.” Smiling to herself, she tossed her head, flicking her mane out of her eyes again. “But if you ask your special somepony very nicely...”

He deflated a little. “But I... I don't have a special somepony.”

“Well you'll just have to find one, won't you?”

Oh he definitely would. With the memory of how good Cream had just made him feel and the burning need she'd somehow awakened inside him, getting a special somepony had suddenly taken on an incredible level of importance. At the moment, it seemed even more urgent than his efforts to become a Wonderbolt. He could handle being less successful than his brother as long as he had a mare who would do that with him. It had stoked some kind of growing, burning need inside him, and he felt like that pressure was making him ready to burst. He had to get more of that – he just had to!

A thought occurred to him. Of course! She was right there in front of him! “Hey!” His eyes lit up, looking back down into hers. “Would you be my special somepony?”

Cream laughed a little, crushing his sudden hope. “Oh no, I couldn’t. You should probably find somepony closer to your own age, and besides...” She giggled again. “Can you imagine how jealous Button would get?”

Rumble had to laugh slightly at that idea, too. He could hardly imagine how awkward it would be to tell Button that he was special someponies with Button's mom.

“But there is one other thing I'd like to show you,” Cream said with a devious timbre in her voice.

He scooted forward on the couch, every nerve on fire and jittering with energy. He wanted more – he needed more, and if she was about to give him something more...

She turned around, lifting her tail all the way up over her back, and came close enough to the couch for him to reach. “Do you think you can figure out what to do, sweetie?”

Rumble stared shamelessly under Cream's tail, stared like he never had before. Of course he'd seen under mares' tails before, but never like this. Now he understood why Thunderlane was always craning his neck for a peek when he thought nopony was looking. That little bump between a mare's hind legs that Rumble had always dismissed without thinking about it took on a whole new character now that he got a good view of Cream's. That long teardrop shape and the glistening slit down the middle of it somehow lit up desires in his head that he'd never had before. As he stared at the pretty little bulge, it suddenly winked open, flashing him with a wondrous new world of hot pink inner walls and a prominent heart-shaped nub pushing up from the bottom. It made his cock thrum even harder to see the little stream of juices sluice out and drip to the floor just as her pussy lips closed again.

“Come on, dear. Don't be shy.” Cream looked at him over her shoulder, over the curve of her rump and her raised tail. She spread her hind legs out a bit more, lowering herself. “You can put it inside me as soon as you want. I'm ready.”

He hopped off the couch and had his forehooves on Cream's ass before he even knew what he was doing or why. It was just ... instinct or something. Her round cheeks felt gloriously soft and squeezable between his hooves, and his cock bobbed in the air in front of him, right next to her ... but he wasn't quite sure what to do. What if he did it wrong? Some previously buried part of his mind was screaming at him to touch his cock to her pussy ... but was that really the right thing to do?

She winked again, and then it didn’t matter. He had to. Without bothering to wait for his permission, his body lunged forward a bit. The tip of his cock touched something warm, wet, and springy-soft. It slid up and over her pussy as he pushed closer still, rubbing more of his shaft up against that lovely little bulge of hers. Her slit opened a little, embracing the side of his shaft as he began desperately humping between her ass cheeks, only wanting more and more of this feeling. Those hot juices spread over the base of his cock and dripped all around him. He stared down, mouth gaping, at the sight of his flattened tip surging up and down between her cheeks, poking just above her tail at the top each time. Was this ... was this what sex felt like? It was almost as good as what she'd done with her mouth!

“Mmm,” Cream cooed as her pussy winked and pulsed against his shaft. “That feels lovely, Rumble, but wouldn't you rather put it inside me?”

He looked down at his cock, at the way it was sandwiched between her wonderful ass cheeks. “Um...” Despite the pleasure and the inexplicable drive he was feeling, a twinge of nervousness shot through him as well. Was he doing it wrong? It felt so good, though! How could this be wrong? “In ... side?”

Cream giggled a little, which only made him blush more, his fur standing on end. But it wasn't a derisive laugh ... more like she just found him cute or something. “Here, let me...”

Rumble struggled just to keep his balance in his precarious reared-up position. She moved forward just a bit, then did a weird tilting of her hips. His cock dropped down, going more horizontal, until his tip touched her pussy lips.

“There you go. Now just give me a little push...”

He wasn't at all sure what she meant for him to do, but that was all the more reason for him to do exactly what she said. He pushed forward, pressing his tip against her bulge. Just at that moment, her lips winked open against him, and suddenly he was inside her.

His eyes opened wide as he felt the wet heat of Cream's inner walls all around his tip, hugging it on all sides with gooey hot softness. Even though his legs trembled, he kept himself solidly in place – he didn't want to miss even a moment of this. It was just too incredible of a feeling. There was no way he was going to let himself slip out.

“Go ahead. You can go deeper as soon as you're ready.”

Deeper? His tip was already completely hidden between those winking lips. He couldn't possibly get much deeper than this, could he? But the idea of it stuck in his head. That primitive part of him that had been calling the shots so much in the last few minutes screamed at him: yes, yes, yes! Deeper!

Hesitantly, he pushed forward a little more. His cock sank easily into the hot embrace of Cream's pussy. He expected at any moment to hit some kind of inner barrier that would hold him back ... but no. Every little inch he pushed into her, Cream's pussy eagerly swallowed, even as his medial ring bumped its way inside her entrance.

He paused , with just a couple inches of his cock left outside of her. How could she possibly be okay with this? Didn't it hurt to have something jammed inside her body like that? “A-are you okay?” he stammered.

Cream Heart just pushed herself back against him.

The rest of his cock slid into her, and he shuddered, his eyes rolling up and his tongue hanging out as he lost almost all control of himself. This didn't just feel as good as her mouth – this felt better! Every part of him was wrapped in her welcoming warmth, and he could feel her body doing things to him in there. Her pussy squeezed and milked him deep inside, playing along his entire length.

That burning pressure was building inside him again, and even worse this time. It drove him to start moving, humping into her with desperate little thrusts that barely pulled even an inch out before jamming back in again. He just couldn't do any more than that. As soon as he felt her inner walls rippling over his cock, he just had to push it all the way in again. And somehow, she was getting even tighter and squeezing him even more deep, deep inside around his tip.

“Almost there, honey,” Cream murmured. “Finish up inside me, there's a good colt.”

He wasn't sure at all what she meant by 'finish', but he definitely felt like he was 'almost there'. Almost what, he wasn't sure, but certainly almost something. Every muscle in his body strained, and every nerve tingled. He'd never felt anything even close to this before. And still the sloppy feelings of Cream's inner walls against his cock drove him on harder and harder, until he felt like he was going to explode.

Finally, it happened. Spurred on by instinctual urges, he slammed himself as deep as he could go inside her, gripping her hips tightly between his hooves as he let out a loud, involuntary moan. A huge spasm ran through his cock, and he felt something streaming out of him. It lit fireworks inside his head as it happened again and again. He couldn't even breathe. Everything in him was centered on that pump-pump-pump happening inside Cream's pussy. Ecstatic heat washed over him, making him reel with the unimaginable pleasure of it all, even as the pulses weakened and shortened, coming further and further apart.

He collapsed down onto Cream's back, breathing hard against her soft fur as his whole body trembled and he struggled to recover from what just happened. A few aftershocks of pleasure rippled through his body, letting loose tiny additional pulses inside her.

“There you go,” Cream said with a voice almost as warm as he felt. “Such a lovely little colt. I can feel it inside – there's so much. You really gave me everything you had, didn't you?”

Rumble panted, just trying to keep from falling off. In a gradual sipping motion that made his spine tingle all over again, his shrinking cock slipped out of her pussy and swung down beneath him. He heard something splatter on the floor.

“Don't worry, dear, I'll clean that up.” She stepped away from him, causing him to slip off of her back and forcing him to stand on his own four hooves.

By the time he felt strong enough to actually take a couple unsteady steps and throw himself down on the couch, Cream had come back with a rag from the kitchen.

She didn't go straight to the mess on the floor, though. Instead, she looked down at his crotch. “Oh my... We can't let you put it away dirty, now can we?”

He'd thought she was going to wipe down his wet and glistening cock with the rag, but she actually used her mouth. Sliding her face along his belly a little, she opened wide and took him inside her mouth again, easily swallowing him down to the base. On the way back up, she swirled her tongue all over him, all the way up until she let the tip loose with a pop.

Cream licked her lips. “Delicious. And you're such a prolific little colt. I can still feel it sloshing around, you know. I hope it's a filly this time.”

Rumble stared at her as she turned to wipe away the mess on the floor, swiping up a few clear droplets and then scrubbing at the big white splotch. As she bent down to scrub harder, her tail lifted and her pussy winked open again, this time releasing a thick white drop that clung stickily to the bulb of her pussy for a moment before dropping to the floor.

“Oopsie!” She turned around again and wiped up that spot as well with a little giggle. “Looks like you gave me a bit more than I could hold!”

His cock was almost entirely inside his sheath again, and Rumble was finally beginning to cool down enough for his brain to work again. “Whoa... What was that? Was that ... sex?”

“It was!” she said cheerfully. Done cleaning the floor, she trotted off to the kitchen and tossed the rag into a bin somewhere, coming back just a moment later.

He definitely liked sex, he decided. And definitely wanted to do it more, though not with the burning, urgent need he'd felt after she first used her mouth on him. Still, though... “Can we...?” He looked away, feeling his cheeks heat. “Can we do it again sometime?”

Smiling indulgently, she ruffled his hair with one hoof. “No, no. That wouldn't be ... appropriate.” As soon as she saw his crestfallen look, though, she was quick to add, “But once you have a special somepony and she says she's ready, you can do it with her. I promise it will be even better with somepony who really loves you more than anypony else. Just don't finish inside her like you did with me – not unless she's taken a potion or you're ready for foals.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“When you finish inside like that, it can make her pregnant, which means she'll have a baby. Unless you're both ready to take care of foals, you'd better make sure to pull it out before you finish or make sure she's taken a potion to prevent foals.”

He let that sink in for a few moments as the implications became clear. “And, um... Did you take one of those potions?”

Cream Heart just grinned widely and trotted back toward the kitchen. “I'd better get started on that cookie dough if it's going to be ready by the time your mother gets back.”

He stared at her as she trotted away. Cream Heart – Button's mom – with his white stuff still slowly dripping from under her tail. The flashing of the TV screen didn't even draw his eyes. Even a Wonderbolts game was nothing compared to the sight of her plump rear disappearing into the kitchen door.

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