Button Takes Manehattan

Button had lost track of time. Judging by how bright it still was, he wouldn’t have said it was anywhere after 5pm, but other than that he had no reference point.

He had heard of the phrase “bucked their brains out” plenty of times before, but he had thought it just a figure of speech. An exaggeration.

But judging by his general lack of brainpower at this point, he thought the term rather fitting. It was like being drunk, or high.

Some part of him was scared of losing himself entirely, in a sort of blackout-drunk sort of way where he was still active, but not actually consciously doing anything.

The other part of him felt the thick warmth of another member sliding near-effortlessly into his ass. He moaned, but it was quieter than it had been whenever he started. More to himself, less dramatic.

It was impossible to ignore something ramming repeatedly against his prostate, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little used to it by now. Really, he was just happy that there were unicorns keeping him clean between uses.

His eyes focused on a stallion in front of him. Mostly yellow, but with an orange-ish mane, reminding him of the sun. If it were still midday, he might’ve needed sunglasses to look directly at this pony.

The stallion was looking just above Button, and his mouth was moving, which clued Button into the fact that he was actually talking. After so much chatter in the market, and so many other things to worry about, he had kind of stopped listening until now.

“—ife’s got a business trip coming up? How long is she leaving you to take care of…?”

The stallion rutting Button hilted, causing Button to gasp. Then the voice above him said, “Violet and Blue. You’ve met them before, Sunny. It’s not like they’ve got a zebra name like my dad, and you remember his name.”

“That’s ‘cause your dad’s got an actual personality, Indy.”

Button looked to his left, where a white stallion with a dark blue, almost black mane was standing.

“Your kids are just annoying,” he said.

The stallion, Indy, pulled back out again, then started getting into a steady rhythm again. “Yeah, they can be… difficult. But I still love them.”

“And your wife?” Sunny asked.

Indy stopped again. “Well, of course I love my wife. She’s my wife.”

Sunny tilted his head slightly, then shook his head. “Wait, no. That’s not what I meant. Uh, I meant to ask how long your wife was going to be out for again.”

“Oh.” Indy stayed still for a moment longer. “Two weeks.” Then he picked up the pace again, making Button squirm. This stallion was so inconsistent with his speeds, it was driving him a little batty.

“But she’s not out of town yet?” asked the white stallion.

“No. She leaves in two days, early in the morning. So we really only have one full day with her before she leaves for a while.” Indy started to really plow now, getting into the groove and starting to use Button as a mount was intended to be used: as stress relief.

“So…” Sunny began. “Why are you using a mount instead of spending time with…?”

Indy angled down and thrusted hard, directly punching Button’s prostate with the tip, and then grazing it with his medial ring. Button yelped, but it wasn’t even loud enough to interrupt the group’s conversation.

“Well, I would,” Indy started, going balls-deep on every emphasis, “but I don’t want her last memory of us to just be sex. Plus, I go too rough for her, and I’d really prefer not to sour any-y-t-thin-ng!”

On that final word, Indy stayed fully inside Button. His overused insides could still feel him twitching inside, undoubtedly filling him up with his seed.

The white stallion was the first to speak after that. “Yeah, jackhammer sex tends to be remembered quite clearly.”

Indy pulled out in one swift motion, and Button could feel fluid running down his ass and legs, dripping off his balls in a tingly sensation.

“You want a go?”

“Sure. Not like I get much tail these days anyways. Sunny, you ok with a few more minutes here?”

Sunny blushed. “Uh, yeah. Go ahead. I don’t have anywhere else to be at the moment anyways.”

The white stallion moved around behind Button, while Indy instead walked in front of him. He was different from what Button was expecting. A light purple zebra with dark blue stripes, with his mane and tail put into ponytails.

Indy stepped up to face him, and then placed his hooves on either side of his head, raising himself up so that his pony parts were in plain view.

“Clean this, please. I’d rather not go back home with jizz on my dick, y’know?”

Button swallowed, and then prepared himself to swallow some more, inviting him to take a step closer with a few licks to his tip. He could now travel the entire length with his tongue now, able to give it a proper cleaning.

And that was when something slammed into him.

He was unprepared, to say the least. His mouth opened in a shocked scream, but it caught in his throat.

“Aw, c’mon Lucky. That was just cruel. You couldn’t have warned the guy?” Indy asked from just above a still-recovering Button.

“What, you can have your fun with him, but I can’t?”

“Not if you’ve gotta be a dick about it. He may be acting as a mount here, but he’s still a pony.”

“Ugh, fine.” Lucky bent down, leaning almost into Button’s ear. “I’m sorry for bucking you like that. It was unfair of me. Can I still use you, please?”

Button looked around, suddenly realizing that he was actually being talked to now, and was expected to respond. “Uh… s-sorry. What was that?”

Lucky groaned. “I apologized for going all the way in too soon, and was asking if it’s alright to still use you.”

Button didn’t think it sounded like an apology, but he figured that it was probably alright. He had already almost forgotten about the sudden entrance, anyways. Button nodded.

Then he refocused on the zebra in front of him, and saw that he had disappeared. He looked around and found Indy over by the stand beside him. He had grabbed a towel from a stack and was cleaning himself.

Indy noticed Button’s stare. “Oh, sorry bud. It stopped being sexy and I was getting soft. Maybe next time.”

Button nodded, and then winced. Lucky had pulled out abruptly, and then thrust back in. It wasn’t as fast as he had entered the first time, but it was still surprising and it made him take shaky breaths.

Lucky had built up a rhythm, as every other stallion before him had, and started panting. Then he did something Button didn’t expect and slapped his ass hard.

“Stop! Nope. No t-thanks…” Button yelled, curling away from the smack as far as he could given the restraints.

There was a blur of faces and colors and voices, and in just a few moments Button’s butt had been vacated. In another moment, the three stallions had been led away. And in the next, one of the guards that had been standing off to the side for the majority of the time had come up to him, kneeling slightly so as to be at eye-level.

“Sorry about that, sir. Would you like to stop, or are you okay to keep going?”

Button felt a gentle coolness on and around his hole, which he recognized was him being cleaned.

“Y’know… I think I’m good. To keep going, I mean. If that’s alright, that is?”

The guard laughed a deep, hearty chuckle. “Yeah, that’s alright, son.” He stood up fully and walked behind him. “Ok!” he yelled. “Who’s next?”