Misty Breeze let her tail flag nice and high as Button followed her down the street. It certainly drew appreciative glances from most of the stallions they passed, but Button either didn't notice or was politely pretending not to notice. Probably the former.

“Do you think Mom will let me play the new game as soon as we get back, or will I have to wait even longer?” he asked, confirming her suspicions that his mind was elsewhere.

“I'll tell you what,” she said in response, “how about once we get to my house, I'll show you something even more fun. How's that sound?”

“Huh? But Rumble says he doesn't even have any games at his house.”

“Just wait – you'll see.” She flicked her tail up, right in front of his face, nearly swatting him with it in order to draw his attention there.

Maybe that worked, maybe it didn't. Misty thought she felt eyes on her rump ... but that could have just been her imagination, or it could have been some of the stallions she passed as they went down the street. She couldn't confirm it one way or another without being obvious in looking over her shoulder at the young colt following right behind her.

It wasn't until she reached her own doorstep that she decided to check. Button Mash did suddenly glance away once he saw her looking at him ... but that could have been for a number of reasons. It didn't necessarily mean what she wanted it to mean: that he'd been staring up under her tail. “So, Button,” she probed, “did you enjoy the scenery along the way?”

He looked quickly at her. “Huh? It's just Ponyville.”

Perhaps not, then. With a purely mental shrug, she unlocked the door and led him inside. It seemed that she was going to have to be a bit more forward with him than she'd initially planned.

“Okay, come on,” Button said impatiently. “Let's get those trays and get back!”

Yes, much more forward. Unless she could transport herself onto a TV screen and give him a controller to play with her, this was going to take something very blatant to really get his attention. “Why don't you come help me get them out?” she said, a plan already beginning to form in her mind.

He trailed behind her eagerly on the way to the kitchen ... but with the wrong kind of eagerness – the kind that was just him trying to get this screenless interlude over as soon as possible. Thankfully, the cookie trays would give her a wonderful opportunity to put on the most blatant of displays. He'd have to notice that, wouldn't he?

Button was directly behind her in the kitchen, which was perfect. The cookie sheets were in a little cabinet below the oven, right down next to the floor. She lifted her tail, bent down to open it, then bent down farther to rummage noisily through it, all without lowering her hind legs. She found the baking pans immediately, of course, but that wouldn't do at all. Instead, she arranged and rearranged the cookware down there in a jangling cacophony, letting her rump wiggle behind her.

It was even turning her on a little bit, actually. How long had it been since she'd last taken a stallion to bed? Being a single mother was just so hectic, she hardly ever found time to just relax a little, much less go out and socialize, looking for agreeable male company. She might actually enjoy this...

An unmistakable flexing of muscles pulsed under her tail – a wink! Okay, she was definitely going to enjoy this. Not that it would hurt anything. That winking ought to be drawing Button's attention to just the place it needed to go.

“Uh, Missus Breeze?”

“Yes, Button?” she purred. Perfect – this was already beginning to work.

“Um... I think there's something wrong with your, um—” He paused as she winked again. “Ew! It's dripping!”

Well, not the most auspicious start, but at least he was noticing her. She could work with that. Giving the cookware drawer a break, she craned her head around and looked at him, still presenting him with her perfectly upturned rump. “Oh, there's nothing wrong. That's just the way a mare's body reacts when she's around a stallion she likes.”

His face went blank for a moment, then he looked all around. “Huh? Who?”

Misty chuckled a little and felt herself wink again. Goddess above, she ought to get out more often! “You, of course!”

“Me?” Button took a step backward. “I... I'm just a colt.”

“A colt who's quickly growing into a lovely stallion. I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot more reactions like this from the fillies in your class soon.”

He glanced away ... but only for a scant moment before his eyes were drawn back toward her ass. “I don't know... None of them really seem to notice me.”

Them not noticing him? Now that was rich! He was the one who never noticed anything without a controller and a screen! If the fillies weren't interested in him, it was only because they could get about the same use out of a garden statue pointed in the general direction of a TV screen.

“I'm sure you just need a little practice,” she told him. “Once you know how to please a mare, I'm sure they'll start paying a lot more attention. The fun kind of attention. I can teach you, if you like.”

He sighed. “Can't we just grab the trays and go home?”

Twitching her tail to make sure he'd keep looking where she wanted him to, she grinned to herself where he wouldn't see. “Just give it a little try first. I promise you'll like it.”

“And then I can go home and play?”

Cream Heart really hadn't been kidding about this colt's one-track mind. “Of course,” Misty said. “Come a little closer and let's get started right away.”

He came one tiny step closer. “Fine. What do I have to do?”

“You'll need to come closer than that,” Misty said with a soft laugh and a little wiggle of her rump.

Button took another couple steps.

“All the way here. Come on, get nice and friendly.”

More slowly now, he closed the rest of the distance, finally stopping with his face right behind her, close enough for her to lay her tail over his mane if she wanted to. He was so much shorter than her that he'd no doubt be right at eye level with her pussy. Perfect.

“Wonderful. Now, do you see that long bump between my legs, with a slit down the middle?” She knew that any other stallion or colt in Button's position wouldn't be able to look at anything else. He couldn't be that different than them.

“Uh-huh,” he mumbled in a very distracted-sounding tone of voice. That was a good sign. She had his full attention ... or at least certain parts of her body did.

She grinned. Now this was the time to really get him started. “That's my pussy. And in my opinion, the best way to start is by licking it.”

“What?” Button jerked backward a little. “No way!”

“Don't you want to?” She fought the urge to turn around and look at him to see how he was taking it.

“Um...”

Okay, good. He wasn't that off-put by the idea... Probably just a little nervous. “If you're not sure about it, why don't you give just a little lick, just to try it? I promise nothing bad will happen, and you might really like it.”

Misty had thought she'd need to cajole him into it a bit more, but she was surprised to feel a sudden – though very tentative – lick right up the middle of her slit. It was so unexpected that her whole body twitched a little from the thrill of being touched for the first time in far too long.

“There,” she said with satisfaction. “That wasn't so bad, was it? Why don't you—?”

The next lick came before she was even ready for it, longer and firmer this time – more confident. She let herself press back against him, leaning into it as his inexperienced little tongue slowly slid up from the bulb around her clit to the very top corner of her pussy lips. Her fur stood on end. How long had it been since anypony touched her like this, touched her there? Longer than she'd like to think about. She'd nearly forgotten how nice it felt.

“That's it,” she said, trying to keep a tone of calm enticement, rather than the growingly desperate need that her voice wanted to betray. “That feels lovely, Button. Keep going.”

He didn't need to be asked twice ... which was another good sign. He licked her with increasing confidence, growing bolder and letting his tongue explore every curve and crevice of her vulva. In a very promising bit of daring, he even delved his tongue slightly inside her slit, parting her pussy lips and sliding up between them to taste a bit of her inner walls.

That's what drove her from 'that feels nice' to some real erotic pleasure. An involuntary spasm ran through her, and her pussy winked right up against his mouth, her clit popping out to kiss his lower lip.

He darted away. “It... It did it again!”

Now she finally allowed herself to straighten again and bend to look at him. “Yes, Button. Do you know what that means? It's a sign that a mare is ready for more than just licking.”

“And it leaked in my mouth – it tastes weird!” He stuck out his tongue.

“So... Why don't we show you how to use something other than your tongue?” As Misty came around to his side, she finally got a look at his cock – mottled brown and pink, and quite a healthy size for a colt his age. It was already bobbing proudly underneath his belly. Practically criminal that he wasn't sharing it with the fillies in his class. “I promise that part's even more fun.”

“More?” He looked at her dubiously as she came close to him. “I don't know. I really want to get back to...”

Misty had to keep herself from laughing. As she'd passed close enough for him to get a view under her tail again, evidently something had distracted him from finishing what he was trying to say. Instead, she raised her tail to make sure he had as good a view as possible. “Much more. And from the looks of it, you're definitely ready for more.” She reached down and touched his cock.

Button gasped ... but he didn't flinch away. “Missus Breeze! That's my—”

“And it's lovely, dear. Why don't you follow me to the bedroom, and I'll show you how to use it?”

“I... I don't know why it's like this. I don't even need to pee right now! I'm sorry!”

Misty smiled and gave him a seductive look out of the corner of her eye. “Don't be sorry. I told you, it really is lovely. Come on upstairs.”

“But I—”

She moved her hoof along his cock, literally taking his breath away with one little stroke. It cut off whatever protest he was about to make with a startled gasp, and Misty took a moment to enjoy the unmistakable feeling of soft, supple skin moving slightly over a hard, thick, and warm cock. There really was nothing else like it, and the toys hidden in her bedroom drawer just couldn't come close. Even as small as he was, this was going to be very enjoyable.

“Come upstairs with me,” she said in a gentle voice that nonetheless left no room for argument.

The stairs were right next to the side door of the kitchen, and by the time she'd turned the first corner, she could already hear Button scrambling after her, his smaller legs working furiously to keep up with her own eager pace. Perhaps she should have put on a show for him as they climbed the stairs, swinging her hips and flicking her tail ... but she already had him hooked, didn't she? And she wanted to get up there as soon as possible – no time for dilly-dallying.

She didn't even turn to look at him until they were both in her bedroom, and then only because she was turning anyway to close the door behind them. Nopony else was in the house, and nopony else was supposed to show up ... but one never knew. What if somepony barged in because of an emergency? What if Rumble or Thunderlane unexpectedly came home and found her like this? Best to be safe.

Button looked around the room, his eyes darting all over and his head held a little lower than usual. “Um, so... What do I do?”

Misty gave him a reassuring smile. “Just have a seat on the edge of the bed there and let me take care of everything.”

Once he got into place, she looked down at him and grinned now that she was finally getting a really good look at that cock of his. Not bad ... not bad at all. A bit smaller than she was used to, but that was to be expected. A full-sized stallion cock on a colt this small would just look absurd, anyway. Slowly, she came closer, appreciating every bump and ridge along his shaft as it bobbed proudly in the air in front of his belly.

“Um, Missus Breeze?” Button said plaintively as she climbed up on the bed, getting into position to straddle his lap. “What are we going to do on the...?”

“Ssh.” She held one hoof lightly over his mouth as she used the other to maneuver his cock into just the right position. Before he could ask any more questions, she lowered herself down on it.

The stiff head of Button's cock easily pressed between and spread open her wet pussy lips, entering her smoothly as silk. Just a little bit, just barely inside, but oh how lovely it felt to have a warm, twitching cock planted there. Her inner walls gripped at it greedily, but she held herself in place, taking it slow with him. It was his first time, after all.

“So, how does that feel?” she asked him as their bodies became more accustomed to the intimate contact with one another.

Button Mash didn't answer – he just kept staring at the tip of his cock ... at where he would be able to see the tip of his cock if it wasn't inside her.

Her pussy winked around the head of his cock, leaving a dribble of her warm juices to trail its way down the edge of his shaft and follow the veins at his base. Goddess, she wanted this, and she wasn't sure how long she could hold back from taking all of him. “Are you ready for more?”

His mouth moved, but no sounds came out. He did manage a slight nod, though.

Smiling down at him greedily, Misty lowered herself. She'd meant to go slowly, just taking a little bit more of him ... but once she felt that hot, stiff cock beginning to slip into her, she just couldn't summon the willpower to stop again. It just went in so easily, and it fit inside her so comfortably. There was none of the intense stretching and fullness she was accustomed to from stallions – instead, she was able to focus on the feeling of his warm, supple shaft gliding against her inner walls and the feeling of his tip probing deeper and deeper. It opened her gently inside as it went in, making her tingle all over, from the inside out.

She didn't stop until she suddenly came all the way down onto his lap, his cock as deep inside her as it could go. Button stared up at her in absolute shock ... but even though his mouth was hanging open in awe, she thought she saw a hint of an incredulous joy around his eyes.

As her ass cheeks rested heavily on his thighs, her inner walls pulsed and squeezed, quite literally coming to grips with the undersized cock Button was giving her. It was ... really nice, actually. She'd never much cared for being pried open and having a jumbo-sized cock shoved into her. Sure, that would bring on an unbelievably intense sensation ... but with pressure or even pain overwhelming a lot of it. Now she could simply feel every bit of Button's cock inside her, without the slightest bit of discomfort to mask the delectable feeling that only a real live one could give.

“Are you alright, Button?” she asked. He was being awfully quiet.

“It's... It's...”

“Ssh.” She ran her hoof slowly through his reddish-brown mane ... which just happened to dislodge that ridiculous spinning cap of his and knock it off to land on the bed somewhere behind him. “Take a couple breaths and relax first. Take your time.”

“It's so warm... What is this? What's going on? Are we...?”

“We're having sex.” To drive home the point, she pushed herself down just a little harder, taking whatever tiny smidge of him still outside of her until her pussy lips met and even partially enveloped his sheath. “Do you like it?”

A visible shiver ran through his whole body. He nodded vigorously.

“It's something wonderful that special someponies can do with each other when they love each other very much.”

He looked up at her, his eyes huge and sparkling. “Does that mean ... you love me?”

“No,” she said, stifling a giggle. “I'm just teaching you how to make a mare happy, remember? Then you can go out there and find your very own special somepony – one your own age, hopefully – and you'll know just what to do when the time comes.” As at least some level of understanding dawned in his eyes, Misty held her hooves on his withers. “Now, are you ready to start?”

His eyes went wide again. “I thought we were already—”

“Oh there's more than just this – much more.” She rocked her hips forward just a smidge to prove her point.

Button gasped, his hooves suddenly clutching her sides. “Woah!”

“Ready?” she asked again, grinning down at him hungrily.

He managed a shaky nod, and that was all she needed. Finally letting her body do what it had been yearning to do for so long already, she fell into a natural, easy rocking motion of her hips, forward and back. It made Button's little cock slip and slide so nicely inside her, his supple virgin skin gliding so perfectly against her inner walls.

Button clung tightly to her body, pressing the side of his face against the fluffy fur of her chest. He was already breathing so heavily she could feel it swishing her fur back and forth with every breath.

But as overwhelmed with pleasure as Button might be, Misty wasn't about to stop. She seamlessly moved to a more circular motion, rolling his cock inside her. This feeling had been such a long time coming, and even though she knew she probably should, she just couldn't stand to take it slow anymore. She needed this.

“Yes,” she moaned out, gripping him tight as she began moving a bit faster. “Oh goodness – you'll never know just how well that hits the spot!”

Or maybe he could know... When she looked down at him, she saw him reeling with her motions. His hooves clutched her tighter and tighter, digging into her soft body. And best of all, he began pushing his hips up to meet hers, matching her rhythm and giving her that much more sensation.

Oh yes! Maybe this kid would become just as much of a natural at this as he was with his video games. If so, she could only envy whatever filly finally managed to catch his eye. The way his cock moved inside her, matching her motions exactly and intensifying everything, was nothing short of some of the best sex she'd ever had. And as a mother of two and a mare who'd had some rather adventurous teenage years, that was saying something.

Or maybe this dry spell had just been going on for far too long and anything at this point felt absolutely incredible? Whatever. It didn't matter. The important thing was the way his cock was setting her on fire on the inside, driving her faster and faster until she was slamming herself down on his cock, barely bouncing high enough to do it again before grinding her pussy lips against his sheath again. As much as she was enjoying the comfortable fit of his smaller cock, there was a burning need growing in her, demanding more, demanding faster, and demanding deeper.

Deeper wasn't going to happen, not with what Button was packing ... but more and faster? Her body went for it without her even needing to think about it. Button couldn't even keep up with her anymore. He went still against the squeaking bed as Misty jittered back and forth on his lap, moving as a blur. Every one of her breaths came out as a moan, and she jostled the bed so much that the headboard started slamming against the wall.

Even then, she didn't stop. More! Faster! Deeper! She threw her head back, blank eyes staring up at her own bedroom ceiling as her pussy clenched down as tightly as possible around his little cock. “Yes!” she cried out. “I'm almost— Mmmn!”

With that surprisingly girlish moan, she froze in place, at least externally, locking herself tightly against Button Mash's little body. On the inside, though, everything was in motion. Her pussy shuddered and grasped at Button's cock, pulsing all around his modest girth and gushing marecum down onto his lap. The familiar and much-needed sensation of warmth flooded upward from that special place inside her, welling up like a geyser until it flowed through her whole body, lighting her up from the inside. Goddess, how long had it been since she'd climaxed on a real cock? As her belly kept convulsing around his shaft and the waves of pleasure rippled and bounced through her, her legs began to tremble, every last bit of her strength going into the long-needed orgasm Button was finally giving her.

Did she black out for a moment? Very nearly, at least. Or maybe it was just a long blink. Either way, when she finally came back to herself after soaring on the wings of her orgasm, she found herself stiff and a little sweaty, still gasping in deep breaths and staring at the ceiling. Her whole body shook a little as one last little aftershock of pleasure ran through her.

When she looked back down at Button, she found him staring back up at her with his eyes huge and his mouth gaping. Oh, she was opening him up to a brand new world, all right.

She just gave him a satisfied, groggy smile. “That's... That's an orgasm.” She took another deep breath. “And when that happens, you know you've done a very good job of making your special somepony very happy.”

“Then ... that's it?”

“Well...” She slowly began moving her hips a little bit again, being careful not to overstimulate her now quite sensitive inner walls. “That can be all of it. But tell me, are you ready to stop yet?”

He shook his head vehemently.

“I didn't think so.” With a grin, she began moving a bit more. She felt so wet and sloppy inside now. Every motion of her hips came with a squishy little sound from below. “If we keep going, you can orgasm, too. Do you want to try that?” She didn't wait for an answer – she didn't need to. “Why don't you take over a little and push up into me? Here, hold onto my hips.” She guided his hooves down lower where he'd be able to grip some of her softer curves.

And she didn't have to ask him twice – right away he started pushing up into her again, this time finding his own rhythm. She let him do it, holding pretty much still as he thrust himself up into her. Every time he did, he let out a cute little grunt of effort ... so earnest and focused. Shifting her grip from his withers to behind his neck, Misty held him more loosely, giving him even more freedom to move.

It certainly seemed to be working. Button's little thrusts grew more insistent, and his breathing grew more frantic with every moment. His hooves roamed and rubbed circles over her cutie marks, exploring her generous feminine curves as he gave her pussy everything he had.

Granted, he didn't have much ... but he sure was enthusiastic about using it. Misty even felt herself approaching another orgasm. That wasn't all she felt, though. There was a tightness deep inside her, a stretching around Button's tip – he was flaring inside her!

That wouldn't do at all! She already had two sons, and she was not looking to get any more ... or any daughters either, for that matter. All thoughts of her own second orgasm abandoned, she quickly pulled herself up and off of Button's cock. He resisted her at first, trying to hold her hips down. But she was much bigger than him, easily able to overcome his strength, especially as distracted as he was.

For a moment, Button's cock was left glistening and dripping in the air in front of him, but Misty wasn't about to leave him like that. The goal was to convince him how good sex was, after all. Leaving him frustrated and blue-balled might sour him on the whole experience. She quickly slid down off of the bed and knelt down in front of him.

If he'd been a full-sized stallion, there would have been no way she could get that broad, flattened swell of his flare into her mouth. Even at his size, it wasn't easy. But she managed. It helped that it was already slathered in her slippery juices, letting it pop nicely between her lips and glide over her tongue. She pumped the rest of his length with her hooves, approximating the rhythm he'd just been thrusting into her with as she caressed and suckled his tip with her mouth.

Button stared down at her, looking as if he didn't understand what was happening at all. That didn’t matter, though. He was obviously still getting closer and closer, his whole body going stiff and his hooves trembling against the bedsheets.

With one final, inarticulate cry, Button came. His body jerked once, and then his cock gave a throb of its own.

The first thick stream shot right down into her throat, and as she swallowed that, she pulled his cock out of her mouth, holding it steady with her hooves. She didn't pull it entirely away, though, instead holding it right in front of her mouth just in time for the next wave to spew onto her waiting tongue.

She swallowed that one down as well, telling herself that she just didn't want to have to take a shower or steam-clean her bedroom carpet. But deep down, somewhere near where that cum was headed, she knew that she simply missed this. Despite how musky it tasted, despite how sticky and hard-to-swallow it was, there was just something about gulping down a thick load of stallion cum that was every bit as irreplaceable as the way a real cock felt inside of her. Button filled her mouth over and over again, and she eagerly emptied it down her throat every time. A nice, heavy fullness grew inside her belly as his cock pumped into her mouth, and the whole time she just thought to herself about how she had to find a way to get out and do this more often. Maybe if Rumble started dating, she'd have more free time?

When the last little stream of cum poured out onto her waiting tongue – barely enough to paint a line down the middle – Misty finally swallowed the last of it and stood back up on all fours. She licked her lips clean of what little she hadn't quite been able to catch, then breathed a deep, satisfied sigh, though she had to clear her throat a bit before she could speak. “So, Button, how was that? Did you like it?”

It took him quite a while to process the question. Longer still to actually formulate an answer ... long enough for his already-limp cock to shrink most of the way back into his sheath.

“It's... It's like hitting the high score of every game ever, all at the same time!”

Misty forced herself not to roll her eyes. Of course he'd find some way to bring his games into it. That didn't matter – she just needed to make sure she nudged him in the right direction. “Once you find a special somepony and both of you decide you're ready for it, you can do it with her as much as you want.” Should she warn him about the possibility of foals? Hm... No. Cream Heart wanted grandbabies after all, didn't she? If both Button and his hypothetical marefriend neglected to take precautions, well ... Cream would just be getting her grandchildren a little earlier.

Button looked thoughtful for a moment, then went into a bit of a pout. “But ... how am I going to get a special somepony?”

“I'm sure you'll figure something out. Ask your mother if you need help – I'm sure she'll have plenty of good advice.” There. If Cream wanted her son to know about pregnancy potions and baby-stopper spells, she could tell him then. “In the meantime, we'd better be getting back. She'll be needing those cookie trays, won't she?”

After a long, long pause, Button finally nodded and slipped off of the bed, following her back toward the kitchen. Seemed like that kid had a lot on his mind. Well, good. The whole point of this had been to put certain ideas in his head, and he must have been swimming in new ideas at the moment.

Misty grinned to herself, still facing away from him where he wouldn’t see. Yes, this had gone perfectly ... and though she'd never admit anything of the sort to Cream Heart, she'd ended up enjoying it far more than she'd expected to.

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