Bug Bites

The school day had been long and arduous, but it was over. Button, with his backpack over his shoulders, hurried home in earnest. It was only a short walk across Ponyville, but he cut the journey in half using back ways and shortcuts. Normally, he wouldn’t be in such a rush, but things weren’t normal anymore. Now, he had a dangerous secret lurking in the treehouse in his back yard, and he needed to make sure she stayed out of trouble.

Button entered his house, passing through the entry hall and into the kitchen where his mother was rinsing dishes in the sink. Cream Heart turned to greet him with a wide smile on her face. “Hi, sweetie! How was school?”

He was skeptical, at first. The last time she’d said those very words, she turned out to be a hungry changeling. “It... It was fine. I’ve got some homework to do, so I’ll probably be upstairs for the rest of the night.” That part about his homework wasn’t exactly true. He’d finished all of his work at school, so he’d be free to keep an eye on the changeling.

She frowned at him. “Oh no you don't, mister. You’ll be having dinner with me when it’s ready. No more eating in your room, got it?”

Button sighed, but he knew he couldn’t argue with her. “Yes ma’am.”

Cream Heart’s smile returned, and she pulled him into a tight embrace, despite her wet hands. Button was relieved to to be held by her. She smelled just like his mother should, so he was certain there was no changeling trickery. When she pulled away, however, she wore a stern look on her face. “Another thing, Button... Some cookies have gone missing from the pantry. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about them, would you?”

The young stallion was stunned. He didn’t know, but it was obvious that her accusation was directed at him. “I... I don’t...”

“Honestly, Button...” Cream Heart sighed. “I raised you better than that. You know you’re not supposed to eat sweets before dinner.” Button was utterly defeated. How could he possibly defend himself when he was the only other occupant in the house with her? “Just... don’t do it again, okay? Now, go get your homework done. Dinner will be ready in a few hours.”

Button shuffled his way out of the kitchen, completely baffled by what had just happened. He’d been scolded for sneaking cookies from the pantry when he didn’t even get to eat said cookies he was accused of taking. A lame prank is what it was. He made his way back down the hall to the stairs that lead up to the second floor and climbed them, ultimately reaching his bedroom.

He opened the door and dropped his backpack from his shoulders before tossing it into his bed, but from the darkness, a startled cry came.

“Ah!“

Button flipped on the lights to find Phasmid sitting on his bed, now clutching his backpack. With a wide-eyed glare, he pointed at the changeling. “Ph-Phasmid! What are you- You’re not supposed to be in here!”

She was wearing his clothes, dressed in some casual shorts and a shirt depicting a logo from one of his favorite video game brands. The changeling rolled her eyes and tossed his school bag away, causing a loud ‘thud’ as it hit the floor. “Well, ‘hello’ to you too, Button. How was school?”

He was utterly flustered. “Don’t change the subject. You can’t be in my house, let alone my room. That’s why I said you could stay in the treehouse. What if my mom saw you?”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Relax, kid. She never saw me. I can be as quiet as a mouse if I wish. I even slipped into the kitchen when her back was turned and she didn’t notice.”

That’s when Button saw them, cookie crumbs on his bed. “You didn’t... It was you! My mom though I took those!”

Phasmid looked puzzled at him. “What? I got hungry... and your bedroom... It smells like you, so I thought I’d wait for you here.”

Button found it difficult to remain upset with the changeling. It was possible that she genuinely didn’t know what she was doing was wrong. “Why does the way my room smells matter to you?”

Her gaze fell. “I like the way you smell... You’re the first person that’s treated me nicely in years. I’ve never really had friends, even when I lived in the hive.”

He managed a weak smile and sat beside her on the bed. The thought of befriending a changeling seemed so far fetched the day before, but now, he wasn’t sure. Her big, pale eyes finally met his. “Just... don’t steal food from the kitchen anymore, okay? Mom doesn’t like that. I’ll bring you what I can.”

Then, her head fell onto his shoulder, taking him off guard. She nuzzled his neck and planted a quick kiss on his skin, causing his heart to pound against his chest repeatedly. “Okay... I’ll go back to the treehouse.”

She started to rise from the bed before Button instinctively grabbed her wrist. “Wa-Wait!” Phasmid looked back at him, startled as his grip on her tightened. “I mean... You don’t have to stay in the treehouse while I’m here... Besides, I think it’s going to rain tonight, and that little shack will leak for sure.”

The changeling looked blankly at him. She blinked once, then twice. “Are you suggesting I spend the night here?”

Button felt his face burning hot, but he play it cool by shrugging his shoulders. “Well... If you want to, I mean. As long as you don’t try to eat me, I wouldn’t mind you staying here.”

A smile creeped along Phasmid’s face, and her cheeks turned red as she folded her arms across her chest. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

The young stallion beamed at her and shook his head. “Nope.”

Phasmid laughed aloud, and for a moment, Button felt a real connection with her. The close proximity to the changeling, coupled with the kiss she left on his neck, left him feeling flutters in his stomach. “Well, despite my attempt to feed, you ended up on top, and you took me as your prize.” Then, her hand landed on his inner thigh, and she began rubbing up and down his leg. “Maybe you’d like to take me again?”

From the moment of the initial kiss, Button had already begun to feel aroused, but now, he was stiff as a board. With every stroke of his leg, her fingers inched closer and closer towards his hardened shaft. Eventually, her fingers found the shape of his cock through his pants, and she poked at it playfully, causing him to exhale sharply. “Ah... Ph-Phasmid...”

She slid from the bed, landing gracefully on the floor in front of him, and her fingers began working on his belt, unlatching the buckle and loosening his pants. “Shhhh... We don’t want your mother to hear us, now do we?” The changeling hooked her fingers into the two front belt looks and tugged at his pants, slowly pulling them down his legs, and his underwear along with them. His cock sprang to attention before her, and she stared in awe, licking her lips with her serpent-like tongue. “I promised not to eat you... but your taste is far too good to resist...”

Button winced as the tip of her tongue touched the base of his shaft. In one fell swoop, she licked the entire length of his shaft, all the way to the very tip, and she swallowed it whole. A long moan involuntarily escaped his lips as the changeling’s head began bobbing up and down on his cock. The feeling was just as he remembered it from the day before, warm and slick with saliva, but that didn’t make it any less alien to him. The sensations were overwhelming, and before long, he was clutching onto the bedsheets for dear life.

Since her hands weren’t bound behind her back, Phasmid instead made use of them while she sucked on his cock. With on hand, she held onto his, and with the other, she stroked the base of his shaft in tandem with her oral administrations, occasionally taking a breath to fill her lungs before diving back down.

While her head bobbed up and down, her eyes were fixed on his, and with every little movement, she gagged, and spittle dripped from the corners of her mouth. “Oh... That’s... That’s good...”

The changeling stopped sucking, if only briefly, relying on her hand to stroke him while she bared her jagged teeth in what he assumed was a sort of grin. “You like that, huh? You’re a lucky kid, ‘cause I like it too...”

Then, she descended on his cock again, sucking furiously and without remorse. Button couldn’t hold back any longer. With one hand propping him up from behind, he held her head down with the other just as a the symptoms of an orgasm began to show. A wave of nausea followed, and Button reactively forced Phasmid’s head down as he creamed inside her mouth, firing spurts of cum past her lips and down her throat.

With wide eyes, the changeling gagged and coughed, but ultimately she took it all. When he was tapped out, his grip on her mane loosened, and he allowed her to come up.

Worried he might have treated her a bit roughly, Button prepared himself to apologize, but the smile on Phasmid’s face told that it wasn’t necessary. Then, she swallowed and opened her mouth, showing him that his semen was gone. “That... was an even... larger load than yesterday...” She wiped cum dripping from her chin with the back of her hand. “Was I really that good?”

Button exhaled deeply, recovering what he could of his breath. Phasmid had left him speechless, so he took her face in his hands and pulled her into a deep kiss, locking his lips into hers. As their mouths opened, his tongue passed her lips and slipped into her mouth. Her grip on his cock tightened in reaction to the kiss, and the changeling let out a muffled moan. The kissing intensified as she rose from her knees, and Button fell onto his back, pulling her down on top of him.

The young stallion rolled her over until he was on top, and he pinned her down. Both of them breathed heavily. “It’s... your turn... now...”

Phasmid looked up at him with wide eyes. Then, Button descended the length of her body until he reached her waist. He made quick work of her shorts that were actually his, unbuttoning them and pulling the clothes off of her legs. She wore nothing underneath, and her glistening slit greeted him. As he neared her mound, he looked back up at her face, searching for any signs of disapproval, but all he saw was her wide eyes as her hands covered her mouth in anticipation.

He’d never done what he was about to do, and his heartbeat thundered in his ears. Button felt she deserved it, though. She’d sucked him off to completion, and he had to show her how grateful he was. Cautiously, he extended his tongue until the tip parted her folds, and Phasmid let out a sharp gasp. Pleased with this reaction, he licked up and down the length of her slit, causing the changeling to elate more squeaks and high-pitched noises. The taste was not at all what he expected. It was mostly sour with a hint of saltiness, however, he didn’t know what to expect in the first place. The thrill of licking a mare’s special place outweighed any other concerns, and Button soon found himself diving deep into her slippery folds, moving his tongue quickly and in every direction he could.

Phasmid covered her mouth, muffling her moans, but little could stop her squirming. Button wrapped his arms around her legs to keep them from kicking him, and not a moment too soon. The changeling bucked like a steer, but he held on tight and continued licking her mouth, lapping up her juices and tasting every inch of her slit.

She screamed into her hands, and her thighs closed tight around Button’s face. He tried to raise his head, but her interlocked legs were too strong, and he got a mouthful of her fluids with even more on his face. He’d managed to give her an orgasm, and so quickly.

Phasmid’s entire body shook as though she were suffering from a fever, and her legs remained locked. It took some force, but the young stallion managed to wriggle free, and he crawled up onto the bed, falling beside her. She stared at him with a blank expression. “Bu-Button...”

He raised a hand to her face and stroked her cheek, but before he could think of anything to say, his mother’s voice rang out from downstairs.

“Button, baby! Dinner’s almost ready! Come on down!”

Button turned his attention back to the changeling. “I’ll... bring you something back, okay? Just... wait here...”

He tried to get up, but she stopped him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “Wait... Hurry back... please... I-I’ll miss you...”

He smiled and leaned in close, planting a quick kiss on her lips. “It’ll just be for a little while. I gotta go before mom decides to come check on me.” Then, he rose from the bed, and her hand slid off of him. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Button pulled his pants back up and tightened his belt, but as he reached for the door, he heard a soft whisper from the bed behind him.

“Okay...”

***Up Next: Stupid Sexy Button***