The Good Moms Club

by dirty little secret

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Original Character, Porn, Button Mash, Fetish, Rumble, Sex
Length: 13122

Button's Mom and Rumble's Mom decide to help introduce each other's colts to the many charms of mares.

It’s terrible! Both Button’s and Rumble’s mothers commiserate with each other about how their growing colts show no interest at all in fillies their age. They’ll never get grandchildren at this rate! What both of these colts need is for some mare to come along and open their eyes to everything they’re missing out on. But who could possibly do that? They obviously can’t do that for their own sons – that would be incest! But wait ... what if they helped each other’s colts?

Contains: Foalcon (colt on mare), impregnation, some very forward seduction techniques.
Cover image by wolfjedisamuel.

Published 2019-08-28 21:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-08-28 21:00:02 UTC

Prologue: A Friendly Visit

Cream Heart sipped a bit more of Misty Breeze's lovely chamomile mint tea, reveling in the chance to relax for just a little while. It was a truism that 'a mother's work is never done', but here at Misty's house, she could at least pretend for an hour or two that all of her motherly work was done. Opportunities like this were rare enough for a single mom – it wasn't often that a day off from work coincided with a day when Button was off at school, and she intended to make the best of it. And there was no better way to enjoy such a day than with one of her closest friends.

Misty set her own cup down on the coffee table, then flopped back against the couch. “I just don't know, Cream. I tried introducing him to Sweetie Belle yesterday. You know her – Cookie Crumbles' little filly. And even though she flirted shamelessly with him ... just nothing. I swear, ever since his brother got that acceptance letter, Rumble's been obsessed. Unless it's wrapped in a Wonderbolts uniform, nothing can hold that colt's attention for more than a second or two.”

“Well...” Cream giggled a bit to herself at the thought. “You could always introduce him to Rainbow Dash. She's a Wonderbolt.”

“I've tried!” Misty held her hooves over her face. “He came back home gushing for hours about all the new flying tricks he'd learned, and not the slightest sign that he wanted anything more from her than an autograph.”

Cream shook her head slowly. “I know what you mean. Good luck getting Button interested in anything that doesn't have a screen and a joystick.” She turned and gave Misty a long-suffering look. “Do you think perhaps they're gay?”

Misty snorted. “Hardly! Do you remember a couple weeks ago, when you sent Button over?”

With a slight nod, Cream sighed. That Saturday had been tough for her. After a long, long week at work, she'd come home to find Button particularly demanding and hyped-up about some new game or other that the store was sold out of. As much as she loved her little boy, she just couldn't take it at that time, and she'd sent him off 'to play with Rumble' for a while.

“Well, I have to tell you the truth – as it turned out, I'd bitten of more than I could chew. I couldn't handle two rambunctious colts doing their best to destroy the house as I tried to clean it, so I thought I'd try something new.” She picked up her tea again, though she didn't drink any of it. “I dropped the both of them off to play with Pipsqueak and Featherweight.”

“Those two?” Cream gaped at her friend. Pipsqueak and Featherweight were quite gay and notorious for being all over one another at the slightest opportunity. “And did they...?”

Misty shook her head. “Not even a little bit. I even started them off with a game of truth or dare.”

“And...?”

“Rumble came home only ten minutes later, and all I could get out of him was that he never wanted to play truth or dare again.”

“Ah,” Cream said. “I suppose that explains why Button came home so early. Still, that's a good sign, isn't it? As nice as it would be to see them happy, we certainly wouldn't be getting any grandbabies if our boys ended up being little colt-cuddlers.”

Misty sniggered. “Still... They've both had their cutie marks for a while now, and it's springtime. Shouldn't they be showing at least a little interest in fillies by now? Thunderlane was begging for chances for 'playtime' with any young mares he could find by the time he was this age.”

“At least you have Thunderlane.” Cream sighed. “It's not like I want it tomorrow or anything, but at this rate, I'll never get grandchildren.”

“What your Button needs is for some nice mare to really just throw herself at him. Once he finds out how fun it is, I'm sure he'll be all over the fillies.”

Cream snorted. “And who would do that? The fillies aren't exactly lining up for a chance at the weird video game kid and his propeller hat.”

“I know what you mean.” Misty laughed under her breath. “I've managed to get a few interested in Rumble, but as soon as they see his bigger, older, Wonderbolt brother...” She sighed. “What mare is going to see the two of them and pick the runt of the litter? And it's not like I can separate them for very long. Rumble follows his big brother everywhere.”

For a long moment, the two of them just sat there and drank their tea, each lost in their own thoughts. Cream silently went through a list of all the mares and fillies she knew, checking them off one by one as she found reasons why they'd never be interested in Button, much less come onto him strongly enough to distract him from the nearest screen. But way down at the end of the list, there was one mare who... No, that couldn't possibly work, could it? She looked over at Misty, taking in the sight of the familiar mare with new eyes. Her light blue mane was striking against her dark grey coat, and while she was certainly no little filly, she still retained plenty of feminine charms.

“Say,” Cream mused out loud, “are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

Misty turned her head and raised an eyebrow at the look she saw in Cream's eyes. “Probably not. I'm not thinking anything half that devious.”

Cream grinned at her. “We could do it ourselves!”

Misty immediately stood up, almost spilling her tea. “Cream! That's ... that's... No! Just no! How could you even think of doing something like that with your own—”

“No, no not with our own!” Cream was quick to clarify. “With each other's colts...”

That stopped Misty in mid-huff. She froze and blinked while the idea worked its way through her head.

“I go introduce Rumble to the charms of a good mare,” Cream prompted.

“... And I spend some quality time with Button.” Misty's mind was obviously racing, her eyes darting back and forth slightly as she thought it through in her head, no doubt searching for any reason it just couldn't be done. And she must have come up with nothing, because she eventually mumbled out, “That... It might actually work...”

“We'd have to set up some kind of play-date and then find an excuse to separate them,” Cream said, her own mind beginning to race with the logistics of actually making this happen. The tea in her hooves grew cold, ignored and forgotten as she began piecing parts of an elaborate plan together.

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Chapter 1: Rumble's Cherry

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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Chapter 2: Button's Cherry

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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Epilogue: A Friendly Chat

Button Mash slumped down on the couch next to Rumble. The fact that Rumble wasn't playing and had left the controller completely unclaimed didn't even register with him. There was way too much going through his mind at the moment to think about playing the new game ... much less being able to actually focus on it and win.

Mostly, he stared over toward the kitchen, where his mom and Misty Breeze plopped cookie dough onto trays and chatted quietly with each other, often broken up by not-so-quiet giggles. What were they talking about in there? How could Misty Breeze be so casual and carefree after experiencing something so breathtakingly incredible? And ... had she washed her hooves before rolling that cookie dough?

Button ran his hoof through his mane, wiping away sweat that wasn't there. Then his heart stopped as the realization slammed into him. Something else wasn't there! His cap! Where was his cap?

He frantically looked all around him, all around the room, and then it hit him. He froze. Misty Breeze had knocked it off his head when she ... when she... No, he wasn't ready to think about that, not yet.

The important part was that he'd completely forgotten his propeller beanie! Now it was sitting there, somewhere on Misty Breeze's bed. What if somepony found it there? What if Rumble found it there?

Slowly, dreading to think what might happen if Rumble found out what Button had done with the other colt's mom, Button turned to look at him. His back was so tense! It felt like Rumble might know what he'd done just by looking at him.

Only ... when he finally took a good look at Rumble, he immediately recognized that distant, glazed-over look in the other colt's eyes. It was the same lost-at-sea feeling he'd just been going through moments before.

And if he was feeling the same thing, it was probably for the same reason, right?

Wait, no. No no no! That couldn't be right, could it? Mom wouldn't do something like that, and definitely not with Rumble, right?

He instantly looked back through the kitchen door, spotting his mother carefully holding the cookie tray between her teeth and putting it into the oven. As she straightened back up again and shut the oven door, Misty Breeze came over to her, nudging her side and whispering something. Both of them giggled again.

There was still no way he could know exactly what they were saying ... but it seemed clear enough. It had to be some joke about how Misty Breeze first enticed him that way, bending over in front of the oven.

His heart hammered in his chest and he looked back over at Rumble again.

Rumble had been looking at him, but instantly looked away as soon as their eyes met. His grey cheeks reddened significantly.

Of all the... He fell back against the backrest of the couch again. Mom had done it – she'd really done it! She'd been doing just what he and Misty Breeze did ... but with Rumble. What the hay? What the actual hay?

Should he say something? Ask Rumble about it? No way. He couldn't. And what if he was wrong about what Mom and Rumble had done while they were alone here? He couldn’t bring something like that up. Better to just stay quiet. Very quiet.

So quiet, in fact, that he was able to make out a little bit of the conversation from the kitchen. “So,” Misty Breeze whispered, “can I expect grandbabies in my future now?”

Mom let out another one of those giggles and rubbed her belly. “Oh... I think you can expect a grandbaby or two very soon.”

Misty Breeze gasped and a heartbeat later, the two of them broke into another fit of giggling together.

Okay, what had Miss Cheerilee been teaching his class about solving problems? Break things into manageable tasks and take things one at a time. Sure, he could do that. He had to do that, or he'd end up sitting here on the couch forever, overwhelmed with it all. First, he had to get his propeller cap back from Misty Breeze's house. Second, he'd make sure to never talk to Rumble ever again ... that should probably take care of it. And third... He felt a little twitch between his hind legs and quickly moved to cross his forelegs over himself, just in case anything popped up down there. Third, he had to find himself a special somepony!

Asking Mom for help with that was out of the question. It was going to be quite a while before he'd be able to look at her again without thinking about her and Rumble ... doing things. But there were plenty of other ponies in Ponyville who'd probably be able to help him. Maybe the Cutie Mark Crusaders? He'd heard that they were pretty good about solving problems for ponies...

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