Button Takes Manehattan

“Ah! A little looser please.”

A unicorn attendant adjusted the strap so that it fit snugly still, but wasn’t too tight. “How’s this?”

“Much better, thanks.”

They had situated Button stomach-down on a small box, which they had also assured him was sturdy enough to hold his weight throughout the day. There were little metal rings along the edges that straps had been fed through, tying him to it to prevent much movement. His butt was kind of hanging off the edge, but it wasn’t the most uncomfortable thing in the world. A soft blanket had been draped across the box, so it wasn’t hard wood but instead something warm and furry that he was laying on.

“You don’t have to do this, Butt. You can just ask them to untie you and we can be on our way.”

Button groaned. “Rumble, it’s fine. I literally asked for this. Plus, I have been made very aware of my options here. ‘I can start and stop at any time, decide who can and can’t use me’, blah, blah, blah. They’ve been rather obnoxious in their instructions.”

The same mare from before walked up, who had since introduced herself as Rosey Cheeks. “Partly so you don’t end up hurting yourself, partly so you don’t sue us because you hurt yourself. Mostly because I don’t, nor anyone else here for that matter, want to be the cause of any kind of rape. You’ve got all the control here.”

“Yeah, I know. Now can we get this show on the road? We’re burning daylight out here.”

Rumble smiled smugly, leaning down to meet Button’s eyes. “Well, someone’s eager. Didn’t know you wanted to get bucked so badly. Didn’t know you were gay either.”

Button frowned, but met his gaze. “I haven’t exactly hid it or anything. Now, do you wanna have first go here? Test out this getup they’ve got me in?” Button tested the straps out, pulling and pushing his legs to make sure everything really was secure, as well as to bring attention to what he was referring to.

Rumble blushed like an embarrassed colt, rubbing the back of his neck while averting eye contact. “U-uh, n-no thank you. Thanks for the offer, but I’d rather not. Don’t think I’d be able to get over the fact I’d be bucking my friend instead of a mount.”

Button nodded. “I get you. Your loss though. I bet my butt’s better than every mount in town.”

The stallion checking the straps looked up from his work. “Oh, uh, that’s unlikely.” He cinched one last strap, then stood up to more properly talk to the two friends. “I was working maintenance for a private mount in a penthouse suite during a party, making sure nopony was too rough with it or tried to fill it with booze or something, y’know? Well in the middle of the party they insisted I try it out, I caved, and oh boy that thing must have been enchanted! I tell you, it was hard to go back to regular sex after that.”

The stallion lost himself in the memory a moment, leaving the two of them confused and lost on what exactly to make of that little tale.

Button, being closer to the stallion, at a lower elevation, and already feeling rather exposed and vulnerable himself, was the first to notice the stallion slip out of his sheath.

Well, somepony had to be first, right?

“Would...” began Button, clearing his throat. “Would you like to go first?”

The stallion was sucked out of whatever stupor he was in, looking first at Button’s face, then at his rump, which was slowly swaying from side to side, swishing his tail lightly. He swallowed hard, and something else got harder. “You certainly know how to make yourself inviting, but I’m going to have to pass.”

Button frowned. That’s two rejections out of two now.

“I’d like to, trust me I would, but I got into enough trouble using a mount. I don’t wanna know what my boss’d do if she found out I’d used a pony under our employ.”

Button laid his head down. “Yeah, I get it. Just get me somepony. I don’t want to sit here all day doing nothing, after all.”

The stallion nodded, and started walking away. Button noticed with a small bit of amusement that his erection was definitely still there, awkwardly swinging from side to side as he walked.

Button knew that he had developed his own stiffy in the meantime, which was pressed flat against the back side of the box that was thankfully also covered by the soft blanket.

“Hey, Rumble?” he asked, pulling attention back to him. “Do you mind giving me a once-over? Just to make sure I look alright?”

He tilted his head. “But the guy just gave you a once-over. Said all the straps are secure and everything.”

Button had hoped he wouldn’t have to say it so directly, but he supposed it couldn’t be helped. “I mean… Make sure I look inviting. Buckable. I can’t exactly see back there, and I trust your opinion.”

Rumble blushed again, but shook it off much quicker this time. “Y-yeah, sure.” He circled the earth pony until he got around to his other end. “Ah! Dude, you couldn’t have warned me that your dick was out?”

Button groaned. He would have facehoofed if not for that being impossible. “I’m literally strapped up to get bucked. That stallion walked out of here with a fifth leg. Sorry if I’m a little excited. Now how does it look?” He tried to turn his head to see behind him, but he was never the most flexible of colts in gym class, and his restricted movement didn’t help.

He could hear his friend sigh, then say, “Yeah, everything looks alright back here.”

Button smiled, and seized his opportunity for teasing. He put on his sappiest voice, then asked, “Just alright?”

Rumble sighed again. “Fine. You look great back here.”

“Great? So would you say I’m buckable?”

“Yes, sure. Whatever. You’re buckable.”

“So you’d buck me?!”

“Ugh, you’re so weird sometimes.” Rumble walked back around to his front. “If that ass were on a mare, then sure.”

“One of these days you’ll listen to me, realize that us having sex wouldn’t have to change anything.”

Rumble messed up Button’s hair. “Maybe, maybe not. I like you too much to risk it. At least right now.”

Button perked up. “But… maybe later?”

“Don’t push it, Button.” He looked up from Button’s eyes, something catching his. “Looks like you might have your first customer.”

Button tried to get a look at who was coming, but couldn’t get any good details. He instead focused back on his friend. “Last chance on first dibs…”

Rumble smiled, then unfolded his wings. “Have fun, Button. I’ll be doing a bit of light shopping for this week, but then I’m going to our hotel room. If you need me, call there, alright?”

Button nodded, then watched as Rumble’s deceptively large, powerful wings launched him into the sky.