Button Takes Manehattan

It had gotten late. Button would have been starting to get tired around this time even when he wasn’t getting used by dozens of stallions throughout the day.

One more. This is the last one.

Button watched the mirror in front of him to see who it was who was approaching him, and to his surprise he actually recognized this pony.

Rockhoof. One of the Pillars of Equestria. Most famous for being the strongest pony out there. And, most importantly at this particular moment, huge.

He actually walked in front of Button and started talking to him. Button didn’t understand a word he said. He had a thick accent that was hard to understand. Plus, he had a sheath that was the size of an average stallionhood, which got him thinking just how big he actually was in there.

Then he started thinking about stuffing his face in the sheath and getting lost in what must have been a musky scent that could only come from a powerful, hardworking stallion.

Button might have been a little dick-drunk.

He shook his head and looked up to the smiling face towering above him. “S-sorry, what was that?”

Rockhoof leaned down a bit. “I asked if it were alright to use ya, laddie. Though judging by the way ye were looking at the goods, I can guess the answer’s yes.”

Button looked back down to his previous distraction and saw that Rockhoof’s erection was slowly sliding out of his sheath. It was everything Button dreamed it to be; a slightly darker teal than the rest of his body, and (most importantly) monumentally girthy.

Button nodded.

Rockhoof chuckled, muttering something under his breath, and then walked back around Button. He put his hooves on the box Button lay on, which creaked under his weight.

A spike of fear traveled up Button’s spine, but he trusted the attendants’ words that it wouldn’t break. It had withstood the last… Nah, he wasn’t even going to attempt to count how many ponies had been through him.

He felt Rockhoof’s rock-hard shaft press into his back as he lowered himself down to Button’s level. It looked big, but it felt even bigger. It must have been half his size, both in length and girth. Not even worth discussing whether it could fit inside him.

Rockhoof leaned back, pressing the tip of it against Button’s thoroughly used (and without unicorn magic, completely destroyed) hole. Button sucked in a breath and tried to relax. Even as stretched as he was now, it was going to be a tight fit.

Rockhoof pressed forward, putting pressure on his ponut. The unstoppable force kept pushing, and in seconds had popped the head inside of Button.

Button’s vision went white and he closed his eyes, trying to think of anything but the tree trunk traveling through his tush. A beautiful sunset. The Manehattan skyline. A hot, thick, musky cock in his face.

It wasn’t working as well as he’d hoped.

Button heard the box creak once more and opened his eyes just in time to see Rockhoof step off it, hooves landing on the other side, beside Button’s head. He hadn’t realized just how huge this stallion was until he was completely underneath him. Looking up only netted him a view of his chest fluff, which, as he rubbed himself against it, he realized was surprisingly soft.

With a final step forward, Rockhoof’s balls slapped against Buttons, which stung more than he had expected it to. But with that slight bit of pain, he realized that he had managed to take all of him. Every last inch was inside him. And he could feel it. Never before in his life had he felt so full; he hadn’t even felt like this after cleaning up after his friends at a buffet in Canterlot (who could have guessed such small food could be so filling?).

He could feel it shift inside him with every breath he took, making a mixture of moans and sighs, his body obviously confused about how to respond to this foreign invader. Should it feel good? Or should it be painful? It settled on strange, which was a fine middle ground for the moment.

“You alright down there?” a booming voice asked from above. Button simultaneously heard it and felt it vibrate in his nethers.

This simple action pushed Button over the edge, his body deciding all at once that he should definitely be feeling pleasure. He tensed up, ultimately not making his back end any tighter than it already was for Rockhoof, and gripped the box he was on hard, letting out a feral cry as he came his brains out. Being that he was on some dozen orgasms by this point, he didn’t have much actual cum left, but that didn’t stop each one from destroying his brain.

The voice laughed from above. “That’s an “aye”, then.” With that, Rockhoof started to pull out.

Button might not have had much experience with sex until today, but he had bought plenty of magazines, and stallions talked. And, in doing so, he knew more than a little about all sorts of kinks, and the lingo associated with them.

Button had heard the term “cocksleeve” in reference to being a bottom, but it hadn’t been until Rockhoof had started to pull out that he figured out ponies could actually feel like one.

In just a few seconds, he had pulled all the way out, and just as slowly he pushed himself back in.

Button was, in the nicest way possible, nothing more than an oversized fleshlight for Rockhoof to use. And, as it pulled out once more, triggering yet another exhausted orgasm from Button, balls tiredly tensing and dick already drained, he realized that he didn’t care in the slightest.

He couldn’t really get hurt, at least not with a team of professional unicorns with everything from healing to stretchy spells on hoof. He didn’t feel in danger, either, but the security granted by magic reassured his subconscious.

Which was why he was perfectly content with being railed into oblivion by the gargantuan stallion.

Button quickly lost track of time, and before he knew it Rockhoof had hilted, his flare expanding adding just a touch more pressure inside Button. Then he came, the majority of it running right out of him and down his and Rockhoof’s legs.

And then the box broke beneath him.

Rockhoof stood steady, but Button fell with it, unimpaling himself entirely. He let out a surprised yelp, followed by a hearty wumph as he met the ground.

Rockhoof looked down, and then back to the attendants. “I’ll, uh… pay for that.”