Parasocial

"Mom, I can't talk right now. I gotta go."

Button fidgeted in his seat, uneasily tapping the tabletop in desperation for the call to end. Of course, he loved his mother, and would ordinarily do just about anything to make time for her. Unfortunately for Cream Heart, today just so happened to be the most important day in Button’s life, and he just so happened to be a little on edge. He already did poorly enough in social situations, and the last thing he needed was his loving—if a bit overbearing—mother making him even more nervous.

“Oh? And what’s so important that you can’t have a call with your dear old mother?” asked Cream. “I swear, it feels like you forget about me sometimes. You haven’t called me in weeks, mister.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Just been busy with work,” sighed Button. He looked over his shoulder periodically, praying to the Goddess above that he could get his mother off the phone before embarrassing himself too much. “I’ll try to be better about it.”

“You better. An old lady like me gets lonely without her son checking in on her.” Button couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his mother’s dramatic delivery, as well as the idea that she was some old bat. She hadn’t even hit 50 yet. “So, what is it? What’s so important?”

“I… I have a… Date…” As soon as Button said it, he wished he could take it back; Cream practically squealed on the other side of the phone, overcome with joy for her only son. “Oh geez…”

“Finally! Oh, Button, that’s great! Finally finding yourself a nice girl!” said Cream. Button could almost see the way she furrowed her brow as she delivered her next line. “It is a girl, right?”

“Yes, mom, it’s with a girl…”

“Not that there’s anything wrong, either way, just asking! So, where’d you meet the pretty lady that’s keeping you from me?”

Button regretted telling his mother about the date, but if he were to actually tell her the circumstances that led to it, he was likely to die from sheer embarrassment.

“We met online,” said Button evasively. Not a complete lie, but not exactly the truth, either. “We—”

“The internet? So she might not even be a real girl?”

“Mom!”

“I just want you to find someone who’s going to make you happy, dear. Someone to take care of you. And if this is your way of finding love, even if I don’t completely understand it…” Cream took in a deep breath. “I support you. Go get 'em, tiger!”

“Thanks, Mom… I really have to go now,” said Button.

“Alright, alright, I’ll get out of your hair. But I’m having you for dinner tomorrow, and you’re going to tell me how it went! Every little detail, mister!”

“Yes, Mom…”

“Okay! Bye for now, Button! Mommy loves you!”

“Love you too,” grumbled Button, before quickly hanging up his phone before Cream found another excuse to talk his ear off. He turned his phone to silent and stuffed it in his pocket, and quickly glanced to his left palm. He had scribbled little tips and talking points on it that morning, and even though he had it mostly committed to memory, he wanted to refresh himself, just to be safe. “Talk about current events… Ask if she’s read anything good recently… How’s the food, I’ve never been here before so—”

“Excuse me? Are you Button Mash?”

Button looked up from his notes, and nearly dropped dead at what he saw; She was a unicorn, and a tiny, perfect little angel to boot. Slender legs carrying a narrow waist and flat-ish torso. Though small and petite, she had soft curves, a cute, tightly toned ass, and soft, perky C-cup breasts (33C, as Button had committed to memory) just big enough to fill one’s hands. Her tight, revealing denim shorts hugged her 24-inch waist snugly, hanging low to give a little peek of her panties’ waistband peeking above her belt. She also wore a silvery croptop displaying the image of a lipstick kiss mark and a lollipop; Her logo online. Just as captivating as her figure and attire was her beautiful face, with soft, gentle features, smattered with freckles. Her faintly pink hair was long and curled, contained into a single beautiful ponytail. She smiled widely, displaying her pink-and-blue braces.

“I’m supposed to be meeting a fan here,” said Sweetie Belle, the woman of Button’s dreams. The woman that had pranced through his mind all day, every day, the one woman above all others. Perfection personified. “That wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?"

"N-no, ma'am," said Button, for reasons he didn't completely understand. As soon as he spoke, he scrambled to take it back. "I mean yes, that wouldn't happen… I mean, it would happen, cause…"

"Let's try it this way," said Sweetie with a musical little giggle. "Hey there, cutie. I'm Sweetie Belle. And you are?"

"B-B-Button Mash."

"Nice to meet you, B-B-Button Mash. So you won the contest?" Sweetie sat down across from Button, her smile never once faltering, and Button had no explanation as to why. He was being weird and awkward, as usual, but his typically female-repelling qualities didn't seem to concern Sweetie Belle. "Lucky boy. There were a lot of hungry guys, and girls, who would kill for this."

"Y-yeah. Super lucky. I almost didn't open up the email with the results," said Button sheepishly. "I didn't think I'd be able to take it if I had lost…"

"Well, I'm glad you decided to peek in after all. So, before we get into the fun stuff, I've gotta give you a quick rundown from the lawyers. Bear with me." Sweetie pulled her phone from her pocket and quickly flipped through a few screens until she had the legalese she needed. "The winner of the 'Brunch with a Babe' Contest is entitled to one date with this year's chosen Babe, Sweetie Belle. The date includes a meal at the restaurant chosen by Sweetie Belle, as well as one additional excursion as chosen by Sweetie Belle. All expenses are covered by Babe Boutique LLC. You are not entitled to touch, kiss, hug, or make any other intimate contact with Sweetie Belle. The date may end prematurely, should Sweetie Belle deem your conduct unsatisfactory in any way, at which point you forfeit your prize and would not be entitled to any damages."

Button hadn't said anything for the duration of the reading, but not because he didn't understand or that he found it unimportant. He couldn't help but be spellbound in the presence of his idol, his obsession.

"Um…"

"Basically, I don't have to touch you and I can call it off if you make me uncomfortable. Make sense?" asked Sweetie.

"Uh… Y-yeah. Totally. I, um, I wouldn't want to… Do anything like that." Button could barely look Sweetie in the eye, something about her otherworldly perfection sending his heart thrumming and his eyes darting down to the table. "I just, I admire you so much. And I'm not really social, so I'm scared I might put my foot in my mouth…"

"Aw, don't worry, cutie. I've been on the internet long enough to tell the difference between a creepy, dangerous pervert and a sweetheart who's just a little awkward. If you're worried, maybe I could shot-call the date?" offered Sweetie. Button nodded slowly, glancing up just enough to see a flash of metal when Sweetie smiled. "Awesome. So, how long have you been a fan?"

"Um… Pretty early on. Your streaming days. My first stream was your first playthrough of Divine Trinity Online," said Button. "I actually dropped a few subs on that stream so I could give you tips. I'm the one who told you to respec into a dark magic build for the Pontiff MacGregor fight."

"Oh, wow! So that means you liked me before you even got to see my boobs, huh?" Sweetie laughed, and it was such a beautiful, musical sound that Button couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Man, my first playthrough of DTO… that was ages ago. Most people don't stick around that long."

"I don't know how anyone could stop watching you. I watch all of your streams."

"Ever donate these days? Aside from those subs way back when."

"Y-yeah. Every stream, actually…" Button shrunk down slightly, realizing only then in that moment that he might be coming on a bit strong. "If you ever saw someone donate $33 exactly, that was probably me."

"$33? Oh, yeah! Because of the death counter thing when playing Zombie Blade 5!" said Sweetie with a little giggle. "It turned it into a little running joke that I died so much, but I didn't realize it was related."

"Y-yeah. I just like to show my support," said Button. The fact that Sweetie didn't seem repulsed or turned away by his strange behavior put him slightly at ease. He smiled, and continued on. "After you put the donation cap at $5, I had to write up a bot to control multiple accounts so I could donate all at once."

"Wait… so Sucker4Sweetie, Swootadoot, BelleRingr… All those accounts that always donate right after each other, those are all you?" asked Sweetie. Slowly, Button nodded, and his heart soared when Sweetie grinned that toothy, bracey grin that made her famous online. "I gotta say, that kind of dedication is kinda hot."

Button froze, convinced that he must have misheard. Pretty girls had called him a number of things over the years, but never hot, not even indirectly. He was expecting Sweetie to roll her eyes, scoff, look at his desperate displays with disdain and disgust, and even then he wouldn't have been dissuaded. But, somehow, when Button looked into Sweetie's beautiful green eyes, he saw nothing but the true, genuine spark of attraction. For a split second, he thought he might have actually been wooing her, but he quickly stamped the thought to death. No, that wasn't real attraction. Sweetie was just being polite.

Right?

"You okay? You look a little off," noted Sweetie.

"You're… Really nice," said Button simply. Sweetie giggled, flashing another glittering grin at her date.

"Were you expecting me to be a huge bitch off-camera or something? To my biggest fan, no less?" Sweetie winked, her velvety words making Button melt. "No way! When it comes to cutie little simps like you who take care of me, then it's only fair that I take care of you too." She narrowed her gaze and let out an exaggerated, faux-suspicious hum. "Just don't get any funny ideas about me 'taking care' of your little buddy, ok?"

"W-what? No, of course not, I wouldn't, I'm not… I don't d—" Button stopped himself just before saying something truly embarrassing. "I'm just… not that kind of guy. This is a date, right? Dates are for getting to know each other."

"Right. The fucking comes after."

"Yeah… I'll take your word for it.”

Sweetie perked up slightly, but was unable to further comment due to the arrival of their waiter. Button realized, at that moment, that he hadn’t once looked at the menu, but it soon became clear that it didn’t matter as Sweetie quickly chimed in to order for them both; She had offered to shot-call, after all. After the order had been placed for Belgian waffles (Button wasn’t surprised by this decision. Sweetie always said on stream that she loved sweets, and waffles were among her favorite treats), and the two were left alone in each other’s company, Sweetie saw her opening and slithered in like a viper.

“So, when you said you’d take my word for it…” said Sweetie. “Was that a confession?”

“What would I be confessing to?”

“To maybe not being the biggest hit with the ladies. C’mon, it’s okay if you hit a dry spell or something like that.” Sweetie shrugged. “Happens to everyone.”

“Not you,” mumbled Button.

“That doesn’t count. It’s for work, not pleasure. I just so happen to be lucky enough that those are the same for me.” Sweetie leaned in, baring her braces into a sly smirk, so scheming and conniving that it nearly stopped Button’s heart in his chest. “So, tell me. How long’s it been since you last hooked up with a girl?”

“I… You’re just gonna laugh at me.” As soon as he said that, Sweetie’s demeanor changed, and Button became afraid that he may have turned her away somehow. But, to his surprise, Sweetie seemed more concerned than anything. She seemed deathly serious, her joking, teasing demeanor melting away to reveal a genuine, tender, caring soul beneath. Button’s heart skipped a beat, and, by some Pavlovian response to seeing a more intense side of Sweetie, he could feel his dick stiffen in his jeans.

“I would never laugh at something you’re sensitive about,” said Sweetie. “Even though this is the first time we’ve met, you’re a fan, and that’s important to me. You’re important to me. And I’d never do anything to hurt your feelings.”

There, again. A shimmer in Sweetie’s eyes, a glint behind the glowing emerald lights. She looked at him in a way that no one had ever looked at him before, something he could only describe as infatuation. But it couldn’t be the case. Why would Sweetie ever feel anything for someone like Button? It didn’t make sense. She must have been even nicer than Button initially thought, and that only made his own adoration for her bloom stronger.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” said Button, not able to look up from the table. He did glance up slightly, and, when he saw Sweetie’s determined nod, he let out a little sigh. “N-never…”

“Never? What do you mean, never?” asked Sweetie, clearly confused by the very concept that Button had proposed. It dawned on her, and she let out a little gasp. “You mean you’re a virgin?!”

“You said you wouldn’t laugh…”

“Laugh? I think that’s amazing! Adorable, absolutely adorable!” Sweetie could hardly contain her glee, only barely managing for a moment while the waiter dropped off their meal and departed. Once they were alone again, for good, Sweetie let out a little squeal, totally fawning over her number one fan. Button, to his credit, simply sat there, a sheepish smirk across his blushing features. “How’d a cute little guy like you make it so far without someone taking your V-Card?”

“My mom said I should save it for a special girl,” said Button, immediately cringing at every lame, pathetic word to leave his mouth. “So I’ve been waiting…”

“And a mama’s boy to boot! Well, listen here, Button. You better be careful with that V-Card today,” said Sweetie. “Keep charming me like that and I might just have to take it.”

“B-b-but… You said… The contract…”

“The contract only said I don’t have to. Not that I can’t.” Sweetie grinned before taking a big, sticky bite of her waffle. “But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Let’s get through this date before we start talking about that sort of thing. So, after brunch… What do you feel like doing?”

It was cheesy, unhelpful, and not very “alpha”, but Button only had one response, and it came out with very little conscious thought on his part.

“I’ll do anything you want.”

Sweetie noticed the way Button blushed when he heard himself speak, and it only served to make her grin from ear to ear.

“Oh, Button, we’re going to have so much fun together!”

If Button had ever had a better day in his life, he sure couldn’t remember it.

While he was constantly on edge around Sweetie, even during the most benign, ordinary situations, it was never unpleasant to be in her presence. It was like a rollercoaster that never stopped, and Button’s adrenaline was slamming through his veins with every dorky little giggle from the cam model.

After brunch was a trip to the comic store, to pick up a few issues that Sweetie wanted to use for a “comic haul” stream. There were also a few bits of superheroine cosplay that Sweetie had an eye on (also to be used for a stream, but Button had to imagine it was more scandalous than the comic one). Even though Sweetie could easily afford the costume, both on her own merit and as an expense she could write off using the contest’s parameters, Button still insisted on buying it for her. He claimed it wasn’t dissimilar to contributing to her Amazon wishlist for outfits and lingerie, which he had done in the past. Sweetie needed some convincing, but after Button assured her that his finances allowed for this type of frivolous spending, and that he genuinely enjoyed it, she relented.

Once the two had their fill of comics, the next stop was the local arcade. Unsurprisingly, Sweetie was very good, more than a match for Button at most games. What he noticed, more than Sweetie’s skill, was the sheer number of eyes on her at all times. It seemed that no matter where in the arcade they went or what games they played, it was impossible for Sweetie to go a second without some pervy, horny guy ogling her, undressing her in their minds and painstakingly fantasizing about the depraved, perverse, filthy things they’d do to her angelic body if they were afforded the opportunity.

Not Button, though. He was much more at home sharing a pretzel with Sweetie after she absolutely destroyed him in a kart racer.

“Well, that was fun.”

But, alas, all good things must someday come to an end. Though it broke Button’s heart to imagine, as the day drew to a close, so too did his time with Sweetie Belle. As they came to a stop in front of his house, part of Button wanted to just keep walking, continuing on by Sweetie's side until he couldn't anymore. It was a silly thought, and he knew as much. Sweetie probably had real dates lined up after this, it'd be selfish of him to try and keep her to himself. Besides, considering his prize only obligated Sweetie to brunch and one more excursion, he should be counting himself lucky. He already got more than he deserved.

"Y-yeah. Super fun," said Button. He wanted to reach out, to grab Sweetie's hand just as he had wanted to all day, but just like before, he stopped himself. He just stood awkwardly beside her, not quite making eye contact, and in fact trying not to look at her at all. "I wish it didn't have to end…"

"Who says it has to?"

Button wasn't sure what to make of that. It was so difficult for him to imagine someone like Sweetie actually wanting to spend time with a loser like him, so to hear her say that just seemed impossible. It couldn't be real. She couldn't be real. But then, why would she say it if she wasn't genuine? It was harder for Button to convince himself that this was just a polite gesture.

“Um… The contest… It’s over now, right?” said Button uneasily. “You don’t have to, like, talk to me anymore.”

“Come on, you don’t really think this is still about contest stuff, do you?” scoffed Sweetie Belle. “If I wanted to ditch you, I didn’t have to wait until the day was over. I’m still here because I like you, dork. Why is that so hard to picture?”

“B-because you’re so pretty. You’re pretty, and funny, and confident. You’re just so perfect.” With every word, Button could feel Sweetie brighten, and he himself slinked away slightly, as if to distance himself from Sweetie. “And me? I’m just some virgin loser whose first real date was with a pornstar who got paid to talk to me.”

“Well, I guess there’s no arguing with facts. You missed one important thing, though.” Sweetie grabbed Button’s clammy hand and gripped it tight, so tight she could feel his heart pulsing through his skin. Button was ashamed to admit it, but just this gentle, casual touch from an angel like Sweetie was enough to leave him rock hard in his jeans. “I like virgin losers. So stop being so darn cute for a moment and invite me inside.”

There wasn’t much argument to be made against that, not from where Button stood. Whether she understood exactly what she was getting into or not, Sweetie wanted to push things further, and who was Button to deny his goddess what she desired? Not like he could embarrass himself anymore. And for the chance at even another second with Sweetie Belle? There was no risk Button wouldn’t take for that.

Why not? What was there for him to lose, really?

“Would you like to come in?” asked Button awkwardly. Sweetie flashed her trademark metallic grin, strong enough to bring Button to his knees, and led the charge to his front door. Button unlocked the door, shakily and with very little coordination, and stepped aside to let Sweetie in. Almost as if offering his home to her. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks for asking, though, you’re such a sweetheart!” Sweetie looked around the living room she found herself in, nodding politely at what she saw; That is to say, not much outside of a couch, coffee table, and TV. “Nice place. A little minimalist for me, but I am kinda extra.” She winked slyly at Button. “Don’t tell me you spent all your decor budget on my stream.”

“N-no. I make sure that all my expenses are paid before I… Oh. You’re just teasing me…”

“Only a little.”

“Heh. Well, good one. Anyway, I don’t really have many people over, and I spend most of my time working in my room, so that’s where all the… Decor… Is…” As Button spoke, and the light flicked on behind Sweetie’s eyes, he realized he might’ve made a terrible mistake. “S-so did you want to play something? I’ve got my GameStation hooked up in the living room, we can—”

“Show me,” said Sweetie plainly.

“Hm? The GameStation is just over there, I got the limited edition—”

“Your room, simpy. Show me your room.”

“I… I dunno,” said Button. He once again averted his eyes so as not to gaze directly upon perfection. “That might not be a good idea…”

“Listen. You might be a nerdy loser who never fucked a girl, but you know what you’re not?” Sweetie tapped Button on the nose, grinning evilly at the way he shuddered and blushed. “Stupid. So you must know why a girl like me might want to see your room, and here’s a hint: It’s not to see your figure collection. Unless, you know, you’ve got some really cool ones."

"You sure you want to see it?" asked Button. Sweetie nodded, and Button swallowed down his heart to do as he was told; How could he possibly deny a perfect angel her request? "It's upstairs. Just… I'm sorry in advance."

The excited energy radiating off of Sweetie was almost physical in nature, and nearly infectious enough to make Button forget his troubles. Nearly. Even as he led the way, up the stairs and to the home's sole bedroom, Button felt this inescapable anxiety. This was it, this was where things went awry. It was fun while it lasted, but this was the moment when Sweetie did what she should have done from the first second of their date: Turn tail and run away as fast as her smooth, slender legs would carry her.

Yet, somehow, Button found himself standing outside of his own bedroom with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Strange how things worked out.

“Alright, here we go…” Button grit his teeth and opened the door, stepping aside to allow Sweetie Belle entry. “S-sorry about the… Mess…”

“Oh, it can’t be that bad,” said Sweetie as she stepped in. “You must’ve seen my room in some of those streams, it’s…”

Sweetie stopped, properly speechless for the first time all night. The “mess” that Button referred to wasn’t clutter or dirty laundry, like one might expect, but something far more interesting.

The walls were covered with posters, pin-ups, magazines, and blowups of digital art, each piece using Sweetie Belle as its primary subject; Photos of her cosplay, pictures of her bikini model shoots, stills from her hardcore videos, and even a scene of her legs spread and fingering herself painstakingly created by a computer. There were even screenshots taken from her streams and framed, hung up with its fellows in decorating nearly every facet of Button’s room. Beside his bed and computer, both tucked away in the corner, was a rather sizable desk that was clearly acting as a shrine of sorts, with framed photos of Sweetie adorning its entire surface. Some were raised on pedestals above the others, and there were a few magazines taped down to the desk’s surface, and each and everyone had a noticeable dark splatter somewhere on the frame or photo. Strangely, as Sweetie inspected a little closer, she noticed that one photo was unlike the others; A conservatively-dressed, yet curvy and beautiful older woman stood photoed amongst the glamour shots of Sweetie, seemingly out of place.

“Wow,” was all Sweetie could say at first. “Just… Holy moly…”

“I’m sorry! God, I knew this was a bad idea!” Button was in a panic, with Sweetie’s reaction just as bad as he could have imagined. “I should’ve warned you, or I should’ve left after the arcade, or I should’ve stayed home all day, I—”

“Dude. You are obsessed with me!” Sweetie turned on the spot, her face alight with an uncontained glee that somehow made her perfection glow even brighter to Button. “Even I don’t have some of these pictures!”

“Y-you… You’re not mad?”

“My biggest fan, who regularly spends thousands of dollars on me, is apparently so into me that he needs to see my face on every inch of his wall! Why the heck would I be mad?” Sweetie giggled and squealed, doing a giddy little stomp as she returned to the shrine. “Are these stains what I think they are?” With his face so red it could light the night, Button silently nodded, at which point Sweetie turned to face him with a villainous smirk. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me why you have a shrine of sticky photos of me in your room.”

“I-I… I jerk off to them…” said Button, his trembling legs barely holding him upright, and they only grew weaker when he saw the look Sweetie shot him. She had this determined glare, this sinister joy. She looked almost hungry. “The stains are… Jizz.”

“How often do you jerk off to me?”

“Every day. S-sometimes more than once. My personal record is 9 in a day.” Button chuckled nervously as he neared Sweetie, with no idea in his head about how to proceed. “Um… Not to the shrine every day. That’s for… special occasions, mostly.”

“Hot. So, who’s this lady?” asked Sweetie, lifting up the one frame on the shrine that wasn’t splattered with cum. “Another camgirl you like? What’s her username, I might want to give her a follow. She’s a total MILF.”

“Oh. Um. That’s actually… My mother…” squeaked Button. Sweetie nodded as she lowered the photo down, but she froze when the words caught up to her brain.

“Wait. Why do you have a picture of your mom with all of this stuff of me?”

“I don’t really have anywhere to put it. She gave it to me when I moved out, so she would always be able to watch out for me. Didn’t have the heart to get rid of it, so…” Button sighed. “On the desk, it goes.”

“What do you do when you jerk off?”

“I turn her around. Even if it’s just a picture, I really don’t want her to catch me watching porn.” Button lowered his voice to a whisper, but wasn’t quite low enough to avoid Sweetie hearing. “Again…”

“Even with a picture of your own mother in the room… And what if she was here?” asked Sweetie. Button tilted his head, very evidently confused. “Say you were here, working that wrist to me, and she walked in. What would you do?” Sweetie tossed the picture of Button’s mom onto his bed, and sat herself on the desk where the photo formerly resided. There was a deifical quality to the sight of Sweetie Belle sitting there, surrounded by the iconography of Button’s worship to her. The divine figure made a loose fist and lazily pumped it through the air, mimicking the act by which her #1 fan displayed his daily loyalty to her. “Would you stop?”

The question was insane, and there was only one answer that anyone with a shred of dignity could give while holding onto their self-respect. It shouldn’t have taken any time at all for Button to respond and, yet, he paused. No matter how embarrassing or pathetic he proved himself to be, Sweetie only seemed to grow more and more interested in him. It didn’t make any sense, but it was irrefutable. And, for as nervous as Button was, how scared he was of exposing himself completely for the degenerate he was, what was more powerful was his desire to continue to please his angel. So, instead of that one, simple, self-respecting answer, Button decided to give a different sort of response. An honest one.

“No.”

Before he could process what was happening, Button began to tip backward from the sudden weight that launched itself at him. It wasn’t until he was about to hit the ground did he realize that the mass was Sweetie Belle, leaping onto him and bringing him to the ground. He had only a second to look into her gorgeous viridian eyes before Sweetie was kissing him, wriggling her tongue into his mouth and making him melt into her touch. She bounced and gyrated on his pelvis, and she could feel his stiff bulge twitch and throb against her cunt as she grinded on him. Though it couldn’t have been longer than a minute, it felt like years together to Button until Sweetie pulled away to allow her loyal fan to breathe.

“M-My first kiss…” whispered Button. “Was with Sweetie Belle…”

“I’m gonna pop your cherry,” breathed Sweetie, scrambling back to unbuckle Button’s jeans. “I’m gonna ride you all fucking night…”

“W-wait. Sweetie, please…” Button could hardly resist, and Sweetie managed to get his jeans down to his knees before he managed to give her pause. “Wait! I… I can’t!”

“What’s the matter? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Sweetie paused, one hand on the bulge in Button’s boxers. “You’ve been such a good boy, for all the donations and purchases. You deserve a reward…”

“N-No! I don’t! I don’t deserve anything. I don’t deserve for you to kiss me or touch me or even look at me!” said Button, squeezing his eyes shut. “You’re the most perfect woman to ever be born, and I’m some creepy pervert who can only get a date by winning a contest. I don’t deserve to have sex with you… I’m not good enough…”

It fell silent for a spell, and Button was a bit afraid to look Sweetie in the eye. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of stalling, he opened his eyes, and found himself staring at a woman he knew he didn’t deserve to be with. And yet, when Sweetie looked back at him, she grinned, a glowing twinkle in her eyes as she devoured her #1 fan with her gaze alone.

“Then do something else. Something we both think you deserve.” Sweetie crawled backward off of Button’s prone body, stopping on all fours just as Button slowly sat himself up. He looked at her cautiously for a moment, almost as if to ask for permission; He received it when Sweetie nodded, licking her lips as Button finally pulled his cock free. Sweetie smirked at his package, almost giggling at what she saw. Button was perfectly average, not small by any means but certainly nothing worth writing home about. It was perfect for Button. “Go ahead. Jerk off to me.”

Button’s body reacted on its own, with no input from his brain. His arms simply moved, his fingers wrapping snugly against his shaft. With an almost vacant nod, he did as he was told and began stroking his length. Slowly and steadily, Button worked his dick, staring perfection in the eyes while he did. Sweetie sat herself upright, her eyes glued to Button's hand pumping up and down.

"Do you always go so slow?" asked Sweetie, grinning as she teased her number one fan. "What, is having your idol on all fours right in front of you too boring or something?"

"N-no! I just… didn't grab any lube or anything," squeaked Button. Even as he spoke, he continued stroking, which he could tell very visibly pleased Sweetie Belle. "I don't want to chafe my dick off…"

"Course not. Still getting a lot of use out of it, right?" Sweetie Belle winked and slid a bit closer. "Here, let me help with your little chaffing problem."

Before Button could ask what she meant by that, Sweetie was bowing her head down, bringing herself to a stop just a scant inch or so from the tip of Button's dick. She looked up at him, grinning at the way he trembled, and then opened her mouth. A thin stream of saliva cascaded from her tongue, coating Button's dick with her drool. She giggled at the way Button shuddered from even this indirect contact. With the addition of that improvised lubrication, Button was able to work his hand quite a bit faster, and with a wet, sticky, satisfying schlicking sound to boot. Sweetie watched Button intently, mimicking the motion of his fist with her own, all while drinking in the addicting sensation of being adored in person. Of course, she was used to receiving hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of messages daily, declarations of lust and infatuation, but to see it be displayed right before her was an incredibly intoxicating feeling.

“Hngh…” Button let out a tiny grunt, which immediately perked Sweetie’s ears. She shimmied a little closer, and pumped her fist through the air a bit faster; Obedient, even to abstract and nonverbal commands from his idol, Button worked his hand faster, to match Sweetie’s speed.

“How’s that? Feels good?” asked Sweetie. Button nodded, blankly, as if his mind was elsewhere. “Good, good boy. Jerk that virgin dick for me…” Button’s breath hitched, and he picked up the pace considerably, which was an obvious tell, in Sweetie’s eyes. “Getting close, cutie?” Button nodded. “Wanna blow that load? Feel your hot cum spurt all over your fist while I watch you?” Again, Button nodded, more eagerly this time. “Well, Button. Today’s your lucky day.”

Sweetie reached forward and grabbed Button by the wrist, holding him still. By some reflex, he tried to move his hand again to continue masturbating, but Sweetie’s grip held him in place, right on the edge. He slowly began to come back to his senses, and he loosened his hand around his shaft, thoroughly confused.

“H-huh?” he grunted. What happened? Had he done something wrong? Did Sweetie come to her senses, realize how weird this whole thing was, and want out? Or maybe she was just dropping her facade, and finally showing the true disgust and contempt for Button that he was sure was bubbling away beneath the surface the whole time. “W-what’re you…”

“Today’s your lucky day,” said Sweetie again, grinning widely. She let go of Button’s hand, and jumped to her feet. “Because I’m gonna give you something better than what you want.”

“What… What does that mean?”

“It’s a surprise! Only thing is, I wasn’t really expecting this, and its already kinda late… You’re not busy tomorrow.” Button was going to respond with a “no”, but he quickly realized that Sweetie wasn’t really asking, moreso making an observation. “I’ve gotta go get some stuff in order, but I’ll swing by tomorrow and we can pick up where we left off. Sound good?”

“You actually want to see me again?” asked Button. Sweetie nodded ecstatically. “No girl ever… Well, o-okay! See you tomorrow! Um… What time should I expect you?”

“It’ll be a surprise. Like I said, you’re not busy tomorrow. Just hope you have enough sticky photos of me to occupy yourself until I get here,” said Sweetie with a giggle. She skipped to the door, swinging her narrow hips as she did; Button drooled at her cute, perfect butt swaying in time with her movements, and he had to very quickly jerk his eyes up when Sweetie stopped and turned in the doorway. “Oh, and one more thing. Don’t finish until I say so, okay? Since you won’t fuck me, I’m calling dibs on your load. Keep hold of my cum for now. See you tomorrow, loser!”

Button watched Sweetie leave, completely spellbound and utterly transfixed. Though she was nothing if not kind and gentle, there was something about Sweetie’s words that commanded an unshakable authority to Button. If she made claim to his cum, then, as far as he was concerned, every single drop belonged to her. And if she said not to finish himself off, as much as he desperately wanted to, he needed to resist the urge as much as he needed to breathe.

This left him in his room, surrounded by images of the most beautiful woman in the world, the memories from today, and a throbbing erection the likes of which he could scarcely recall experiencing before.

“Fuck… This is an ordeal…” Button sighed, and began undressing entirely. “I need a cold shower…”

Button tossed and turned in bed, completely incapable of falling asleep. How could he possibly sleep after the day he had? A wonderful date with a perfect woman, and the set-up for another the next day. He was excited, nervous, overjoyed, terrified, and a trillion other things he couldn’t properly identify at the moment. Of course, the twitching, almost painful erection he had been left with certainly didn’t make it any easier to sleep, but Sweetie had made it very clear that she wanted him to wait. If it meant making her happy, Button would gladly wait for weeks.

“Simpy.”

He froze, his heart going still in his chest. A voice from the foot of his bed. But, of course, that was impossible. There was no one there, and certainly not Sweetie. It couldn’t be. And yet, despite convincing himself of the impossibility, still did Button turn over onto his back to peer forward at the foot of his bed. Floating before his view was a dark, shadowy cloud, not quite solid, and yet not a gas either. The somewhat solid smoke swirled and shifted, folding onto itself multiple times over, until, after a bit, it produced a pale leg. The leg stepped forward, as did another leg, and her nude torso, her arms, and finally, Sweetie’s head. Her eyes shimmered with an iridescent purple glow, and two thick, wickedly sharp horns protruded from her forehead, breaking through the line of her two-toned hair.

“Simp. Loser. Virgin.” Sweetie stepped forward, grabbing Button’s sheet and casting it aside to reveal his naked, formerly half-sleeping form. “I’ve come for you.”

“S-sweetie…” Button tried to sit up, but he simply couldn’t move an inch. Sweetie stepped around the bed, slowly strolling to Button’s side. “W-w-what are you…?”

“I can’t wait anymore. I’m taking what you owe me.”

“What I owe? You mean…?” Button gulped, his still heart making up for its earlier pause and racing against his ribs. “How are you here? Why can’t I move?” Button blinked slowly, his mind going hazy. Music floated from nowhere, a familiar tune that Button couldn’t quite place. It was loud, but unclear, as though playing from the next room. “Are… Are you… Real…?”

“Of course I’m real. Your kind and generous Goddess. An angel from hell. A demon from heaven.” Sweetie clambered onto the bed and opened her mouth, revealing her sinisterly sharp fangs (still belted by braces) and her inhumanly long tongue. “Your cock. Your cum. Your soul. All belong to me.”

Sweetie dove down, and immediately, Button saw a blinding light flash before his very eyes. The sensation was so intense, so blinding, so brain-melting, that Button could feel his racing heart come to a stop entirely before he faded, slumping and laying motionless beneath the Goddes he adored.

The sound of the band Pixie Petals, Sweetie’s favorite band, was what awoke Button from his slumber. He slowly pushed himself upright, cringing slightly in discomfort. His brain was still coming to, so it took him a moment to place what exactly was wrong, but he soon determined it was his sheets; Further inspection showed that they had adhered to his body around the crotch area, thanks to a very particular, very sticky, fluid that had found its way out of him during the night. Button blushed bright red, but didn’t have time to be embarrassed before his phone began ringing again, and he scrambled for it. Was it her? Could she be calling again? And so early, too? Button turned his phone over to inspect his caller ID, and his heart fell when he read the name of who was calling him.

Mom <3

“Right… I didn’t even give her my number…” sighed Button. Of course, it wasn’t Sweetie. It couldn’t be, and as far as Button was concerned, it really shouldn’t be, either. With a slightly disappointed grunt, Button answered the phone and put it to his ear. “Hello?”

“I’m at the store, was wondering what you wanted to do for dessert,” said Cream Heart, blissfully ignorant to her son’s current predicament. “I could whip up a cake, but I also see this really nice tiramisu in the bakery. What do you think?”

“Uh… What?” Button was very confused, and he was hardly listening as he rolled out of bed, pulling his sticky sheets as he went. He stowed his phone between his ear and shoulder, then began balling up his soiled bedding before setting off for the laundry machine at the end of the hallway.

“For dinner, sweetie. I was going to make that roast, even though it’s just the two of us,” said Cream. “I thought it might be nice, like when you were younger. And actually picked up the phone when I called you…”

“Oh, sorry, I was asleep,” said Button, still a bit dazed. Eventually, realization dawned on him, and he felt a pit grow in his stomach. Dinner, he had completely forgotten about dinner with his mother. “And… About dinner…”

“Don’t tell me you forgot… Well, thank goodness I called when I did, you still have time to get ready, and maybe even come by to help me in the kitchen for a change?”

“Um… I’m sorry, Mom, but thing is, I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it. Something came up…”

“What could possibly… Oh! Oh my goodness!” Cream let out an audible gasp, which only served to further embarrass Button. “Your date! It went well, didn’t it? You want to see her again? Is she there now? Hi! How’re you doing, I’m his mother!”

“She’s not here, Mom! Like I said, I just woke up!”

“So? You’re a big boy now, who knows what sort of trouble you’re getting into these days!” Cream scoffed, toeing the line between tongue-in-cheek and genuine motherly outrage. “You used to be my perfect little gentleman, but you’ve already blown me off twice now. Who’s to say you’re not also… Well, you know. On the first date.”

“Mom! Will you knock it off?” groaned Button. He rolled his eyes as he stuffed his sheets in the washing machine, then rooted around for detergent. “We just… Talked. Got to know each other. Connected a little.” Cream let out an indignant little “whoop”, and Button swiftly amended. “Emotionally, Mom, we connected emotionally. And, yeah, I kinda have plans to have her over at my place today. Or…. tonight. We haven’t settled on all of the details…”

“So she could be springing up any minute now? And you’re only just waking up?” sighed Cream. “My poor, hopeless baby… I’m on my way there to help you get ready. I’m not far, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“No!” Button looked down at himself, and the jizz-splattered sheet in the washing machine, and decided that he definitely did not want to encounter his mother like this. “No, Mom, it’s okay. I’ve got everything under control. Just need to do some laundry. And take a shower…”

“Are you sure? I can do a load of laundry for you, if you—”

“No, Mom, I swear I’ve got it. I actually just started the machine.” Button quickly tossed in a probably inappropriate amount of laundry detergent and very quickly turned the machine on. “Um… If you want to help… I still don’t really get girls or what they like. Think you could maybe give me some advice? Preferably over the phone…”

"Don't worry, baby boy," cooed Cream. "Mama's here to help."

"Okay, I think I've got everything in order," said Button, surveying the landscape. He had neatened up the place considerably (not that it was a mess before, but Cream insisted that the effort would be noticed), as well as springing out for flowers and candles (to help cut through the "boy smell", as Cream put it). He considered running to the barber's to get a haircut, but without knowing when exactly Sweetie would show up, he decided it wasn't worth the risk of missing her. Still, he straightened himself up, found an outfit that was nice, but casual, and thoroughly rehearsed his lines to avoid embarrassing himself too much. The atmosphere of the room was, dare he say, almost romantic.

"I'm sure you have," said Cream. The loving, doting, overbearing mother she was, she had stood on the phone with her son for the entirety of his preparations, to guide him along. “Will you be hosting her for dinner at your place or are you two going out?”

“I ordered a pizza already. She mentioned that she loves this particular pizza spot that isn’t that far,” said Button, checking the time. It was approaching 5:30, but Button didn’t know what that really meant for him. Sweetie hadn’t given him a huge amount to work with, so he had to hope that things would resolve themselves. “I think I’ve done all I can do. I just hope she shows up…”

“Chin up, honey! She’s probably just getting ready, you know how us gals are. Just stay calm, okay?”

“Y-yeah. You’re probably right. Thanks, Mom. I couldn’t have done this without you,” said Button with a sigh. There was a knock at the door, which took Button out of his worrying for a second. “Oh, the pizza’s here, hang on.”

Button tucked his phone against his shoulder as he approached the front door, fumbling in his pocket for his wallet. He managed to get the thing out after a bit of struggling, and opened the door to pay for dinner. Instead of a pizza delivery guy, like he had been expecting, but instead, the very woman he had been waiting for. Sweetie grinned, exposing her braces and the newly green bands that held them, before offering forth a large pizza box. She took a great amount of joy in the shocked, unexpected, almost fearful expression in Button’s eyes.

“That’ll be $20, cutie,” said Sweetie with a grin. Almost as if by reflex, Button slowly pulled a crisp $20 bill from his wallet and handed it to her. “I was joking. I saw the guy coming in and I thought I’d grab it for you. It was only like $12 anyway.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” said Button. He pushed the bill forward and, with a bemused sort of shrug, Sweetie took his money and slipped it into the strap of her bra. “I was trying to treat you. Like a gentleman…”

“Aww, that’s sweet, but you forgot something.” Sweetie laughed as she strolled into the house, pizza in tow. When she passed Button, he noticed the black backpack that she had over her shoulder, and his curiosity was piqued immediately. “I’m rich! Thanks for that, by the way. A lot of it is from you, lol."

"H-hi. Nice to see you," said Button, still holding his phone to his ear, almost as though he had forgotten about it. "I like your… braces… band… thingies. The new color, I mean."

"Very smooth, Casanova," snickered Cream.

"Thanks! I had a dentist's appointment, which is why I wasn't here earlier. Decided to change out the color for the next set of photoshoots," said Sweetie. She set the pizza down onto the table, turning back to face Button. Her eyes went up at the phone that Button held, as she had just noticed it. "Talking to other girls behind my back, handsome?"

"It's… my mom…" sighed Button. Sweetie grinned and waved, mostly for Button.

"Hi, Mom."

"Ooh, she sounds pretty! Can't wait to meet her!"

"Yeah… Listen, Mom, I've gotta go. Love you." Button quickly hung up and slid his phone in his pocket. "So… Hi. I like your… braces…"

"You mentioned that," said Sweetie with a grin. She pulled the money from her bra strap and, again, tried to return it. "You know, I really don't need you to pay me back. You must know my analytics, I make a lot of money. Like, a lot."

"Keep it. I… I like giving you money," said Button nervously. "It makes me feel nice." Sweetie grinned from ear to ear, and once again pocketed the money. "So. What's in the backpack?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? I told you, it's a surprise!" Sweetie popped open the pizza, letting out a little "ooh" when she saw the pie; Spinach, mushroom, and sausage, Sweetie's favorite order. "Nice topping choice."

"You mentioned that you like this pizza. Like… three years ago?"

"I like a boy with a good memory. Almost as much as I like a boy who follows directions." Sweetie took a healthy bite of pizza with a cheeky smirk. "Did you? What kind of night did you have last night?” She winked at him before dropping the pizza back down into the box. “Do anything fun?”

“I couldn’t really sleep. Normally when I’m having trouble getting to bed, I… Well, you told me not to. So I just… I just sorta jerked off without… Y’know. Finishing.”

“Hot. Pictures of me?” Sweetie knew the answer, but she still grinned when Button nodded. “Good boy.”

“Erm… Now that you mention it, I feel like I should probably come clean,” said Button sheepishly. He could hardly admit it to himself, but he was genuinely ashamed of himself, for failing to follow Sweetie’s only order. Someone like her deserved better. “I had a dream last night. A horny one. And when I woke up, I realized I had, uh…”

“Dude. Did you jizz your sheets?” asked Sweetie. Button slowly nodded, his demeanor lifting when he saw Sweetie smile. “You better have been thinking of me.”

“Y-yeah. You were definitely in it. Actually…” Button took in a breath, unsure whether he should even ask. It was just a dream, after all. But, after thinking about what he saw, what he heard, the question gnawed at him, down to his very core, and he couldn’t help but ask. “Sweetie… Are you… Real?”

“What do you mean?”

“Meeting you, talking to you, having you right here in front of me, it all feels too good to be true,” said Button. His heart thumped in his chest, pounding in fear of the wrong answer to his ridiculous question. “Just… I need to know. Are you real?”

For nearly a minute, Sweetie didn’t respond. She simply walked about the living room, looking Button up one way and then down the other. In that minute, Button’s could hardly breathe, and it took all of his might to stay rooted in place while his idol inspected him. Her #1 fan. Her greatest simp and supporter. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sweetie spoke.

“I think that what you feel for me is real. I think that what I feel for you is real, too. I think your happiness, your smile when you see me, the stiffy in your shorts, and the crusty cum in your sheets, I think that’s all real. And, if all that stuff is real… Who cares?” Sweetie slung her backpack around, jostling its contents around. “And this right here… This is very real, and very fun. Why don’t we head up to your room so I can introduce you?”

Sweetie didn't wait for Button to respond or lead her, for she already knew his answer and already knew the way. She simply led the way forward to the bedroom and Button did as he always did where Sweetie Belle was involved; He followed. No words were exchanged between the two, not until Sweetie swung open Button's door and stepped inside. She looked to her shrine and smiled before slinging her backpack down just in front of the table holding her photos.

"I'm about to show you something that very few people have gotten to see yet," said Sweetie. "And a gift for you, that no one on the planet has aside from me."

"S-Sweetie… You didn't have to get me anything," said Button. "You shouldn't have, I don't deserve—"

"Sure don't. But I like you, ya dork, so I'm gonna give you the chance to earn it. And all it's going to cost you is…" Sweetie turned to face Button, her eyes alight with an unsettling amount of cold, malicious power. She no longer resembled herself so much as a demon in the shape of a woman. "Your soul!"

"What?!"

"Pfft. Look at you, that's hilarious!" And just like that, the facade melted away, leaving just the dorky, good-natured, kind-hearted model that Button had adored for so long. "I'm messing with you. What I want isn't something quite that big. All I want is something you weren't using anyway."

"O-okay… So, what is it, then?" asked Button, his hand subconsciously drifting toward his wallet. "Whatever it is you want… I'll give it to you. But not for the gift. Because I want you to have everything you want."

"Good. Because what I want… is your virginity," said Sweetie. She paused a beat, just long enough for Button's imagination to go wild and his cheeks to flush red, before elaborating. "And no, not the way you might think. See, as cute as you are, and as attractive as I find you, I decided I don't want you to fuck me after all. I don't want you to fuck anyone, okay? I want you to promise me that you'll stay a cute little virgin loser for me. Forever."

Sweetie offered her hand forward, one pinkie raised in Button's direction, and he took pause. It was an easy decision, really. Who would even consider making such an agreement, especially to a girl like Sweetie Belle. Her whole life was sex, nude photo shoots and hardcore film sessions. Sweetie lost nothing in this deal, whereas Button stood to lose quite a bit. And yet, shaky though he was, his hand slowly went up, pausing just before meeting Sweetie Belle's.

"Before I answer, I just want to know," said Button carefully. For the first time, it was Sweetie who seemed taken off-guard. Her demeanor shifted slightly, apparently surprised by the question. "I want to know why. Why make me promise that? Why come back after yesterday? Why any of this?"

"Because you make me feel special. The money, the gifts, the dedication. I get off on the attention," said Sweetie after just a moment of contemplation. It was a bit conceited, and not a particularly pretty answer, but that didn’t matter to Button. What mattered to him is that it was real. “I guess that’s probably a big duh, that the e-girl is an attention whore, but this is different. I’ve never felt the way you make me feel before. So loved and adored. Worshipped, like a God. And I want more of that, as much as you want more of my attention. So, I want you to give me more. More than just money and nice outfits. I want you.”

“If that’s what you want… Then I promise.” Button met Sweetie’s pinkie finger with his own, and wrapped their fingers together as proof of their agreement. Sweetie once said on stream, perhaps as a joke, that she took pinkie promises to be more binding than legal contracts, more serious than blood oaths. Whether she had meant that or not at the time, Button certainly meant it in that moment. “I’ll never be with anyone else. I’ll stay a virgin, for you.”

“Good boy. And good boys get gifts!” Sweetie grinned, and much of her earlier energy returned to her. She spun on her heel and bent over at the waist to unzip her backpack (and certainly to tease a watching Button by shaking her cute little ass about). “So, simpy, do you want the cool gift first? Or the really cool gift?”

“Let’s work our way up to the really cool one,” said Button. Sweetie let out an affirmative hum before bouncing back up, with two things in her hand. In her right hand was a small pink flash drive, while her left held something Button couldn’t quite see. She tossed the flash drive over her shoulder, and Button scrambled forward to catch it before it hit the floor. “Um… Is this the gift? A flash drive?”

“It’s what’s on the flash drive, simpy. A video of mine. Hasn’t been released yet. I thought we could watch it together, and I can tell you some secrets about it,” explained Sweetie. “Kinda like a director’s commentary meets MST3K. Sound nice?”

“Y-yeah. Um… Is this like a… Let’s Play video?” Instead of responding, Sweetie just laughed, which Button took to be a resounding “no”. Of course, he could pretty much guess what sort of video it was. “Gotcha. And the other gift? Oh, and, um, please warn me if you’re gonna toss this one?”

“Why would I throw it? This isn’t some flash drive, simpy. Say hello to…” Sweetie spun back to face Button and offered him a box about the length of a shoebox, but only half as wide. It was baby blue cardboard, with the depiction of Sweetie’s lipstick and lollipop logo in pink on one side. Button accepted the box and turned it over to see the pink text reading “Babe Boutique Toys”, and his heart skipped a beat. “Your new girlfriend.”

“N-no way. Is it really…?” Button popped open the box and emptied it of its contents, a flashlight-shaped tube made of pink plastic. There was a flat, round cap screwed on the wider end, and when Button removed it, he was met with a rubber pussy that did a quite convincing job of replicating a certain model’ alabaster flesh. It was highly detailed, as far as Button could tell, and to the bottom right of the opening was, once again, Sweetie’s logo embossed in the plastic. “Holy moly, no way!”

“Yes way. That right there is one of 300 unreleased Limited Edition Babe Boutique Toys Sweetie Belle pocket pussy! Available to simps this Hearth’s Warming for the low price of $299.99,” said Sweetie with a grin. “Of course, that also comes with a signed photo and one of my sweaty socks, but let’s be real here. $300 is definitely worth it for a chance to fuck me. Well, a 1:1 rubber copy of my pussy, anyway.”

“Oh my God… I… I’m speechless…”

“Dude, I’m so proud of this! We’ve been working for ages to get it just right!” Sweetie clapped giddily, giggling at her success. “Special rubber, it’s actually self-lubricating. Plus, there’s one more surprise. Give her a lick.”

“Just… Like, with my tongue?”

“C’mon, plastic pussy doesn’t count, virgin. Just lick it!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll lick it.” Button brought the toy to his face and, awkwardly (due to his lack of experience, no doubt) brought his tongue against the prosthetic pussy. He hummed in surprise, for the taste he experienced was primarily sugary like candy, with just the mildest undertones of silicone. “It’s… Sweet?”

“Cotton candy flavored! Isn’t that cool?!” said Sweetie ecstatically. Button nodded his agreement, and she grabbed him by the wrist and all but dragged Button away to his desk in the corner. “Come on, let’s try her out! I had a co-star try me and Swoots here back to back and he said he could hardly tell the difference.”

Button chuckled to himself at Sweetie’s little nickname for the toy, but allowed himself to be led to the computer nevertheless. After Sweetie all but pushed him into his computer chair, he very quickly entered his password and unlocked the machine, looking up to his idol for approval at his choice in wallpaper; A high-resolution photo of Sweetie Belle herself in a very revealing green bikini. Sweetie smiled at what she saw, then went about inserting the flash drive.

“Take it out while I load the video,” said Sweetie. Button nodded his understanding, then went about undoing his fly and slithering his jeans down the length of his body. Sweetie snickered, but kept her eyes focused on the task at hand. As she was loading up the video, she noticed that Button had taken his dick into his hand and slowly began stroking, much to her amusement. “Can’t wait, huh?”

“N-no. You smell really nice. It’s driving me crazy,” admitted Button. He stroked himself idly, just to keep himself occupied and hopefully amuse Sweetie. The grin she wore led him to believe he was successful, so he kept at it until the video finally loaded and began to play. “S-so… What’s the story behind this video?”

“It’s a collab. That’s why it hasn’t been released yet, some issue with the studios and distribution. It was filmed a few months back, around the time the contest was starting,” said Sweetie. She sat on the bed just beside Button, plastic pussy in tow as the text “Babe Boutique X STRIPED” appeared on the screen, much to Button’s surprise. “So while you were paying money for a chance at a date with me, I was getting gangbanged by four hot hunks.”

“C-cool. So, um… STRIPED, huh?” Even as Button spoke, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen, which showed Sweetie Belle in a dark room, illuminated by harshly contrasting stage lights making her pale skin almost glow. She was already naked, sitting cross-legged on a bed, bouncing giddily with excitement as four tall, muscular, zebra men stepped into frame. “This is your first interracial video. What made you go for it?”

“Whole lotta money. There’s a lot of little simpies like you who want to see little ol’ me get wrecked by a zeebo. Besides, I like really big dicks, and they don’t get much bigger than STRIPED’s zebras,” said Sweetie. She moved Button’s hand away from his cock and replaced it with the silicone copy of her own snug little pussy; Button let out a quivering moan as his tip slid effortlessly into the slick, slippery toy. “Now hush and watch, simpy. We’re gonna play a little game.”

“Could you say your name for the camera? Tell us a little about you.” said a voice from offscreen, most likely the director. Sweetie grinned, sitting up a little straighter to show off more of her tight, petite little body.

“Hi, everybody! I’m Sweetie Belle!” said the Video Sweetie. “I’m an e-girl with one of the top video game streams on the internet!”

“Video games? How’d you end up here, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Caaaaaaauuuuuse I’m a total slut, lol! So, like, are we done with the intro? I wanna fuck!” Video Sweetie giggled before falling back onto the bed, her legs spread wide to show off her cleanly shaven cunt. “Throw up the counter! I’m aiming for the high score!”

A text box appeared in the upper left hand corner, the simple words “Orgasm Counter: 0”. Then the screen flashed and the scene transitioned. Now, Sweetie was joined by the zebras, each of them roughly grabbing and squeezing her tight body. One of them held her under the chin as they deeply kissed, whole another squished and kneaded her meager tits, with the others squeezed at her ass and thighs.

“Here’s the game,” said Sweetie, slowly working the toy up and down Button’s length. “That orgasm counter thing? Well, sorry to spoil the illusion for you, but it’s fake. I normally do cum when I film, but there was something about this shoot where I only came once. Every other point, I faked it.”

“Hngfh… S-s-so I’m guessing you want me to guess which one was real?” asked Button. Sweetie giggled and kissed him on the cheek, which when combined with the tight, slick interior of his new plastic pussy, was almost enough to make him erupt right there. Somehow, though, he held it together.

“Good simpy. And you won’t cum until you guess it, okay?” Sweetie grabbed Button’s hand and brought it to “Swoots”, guiding his hand up and down for a bit before removing it entirely. “Now fuck your toy pussy and watch these studs tear into the real thing.”

Things only picked up from there, with the scene shifting into the next gear. The men were soon fingering Sweetie, suckling at her pretty pink nipples, and one lucky soul that had the privilege of sliding his thick, dark slab of meat into Sweetie’s tiny mouth. It occurred to Button in that moment that the man on the screen could have easily been him. Sweetie was ready to eat him alive just the day before, and yet, he refused, denied himself the very thing he had dreamed of for so long. When it was real, right there in front of him, he just couldn’t do it. If only he wasn’t such a coward.

No, Button decided. It wasn’t cowardice, not by a long shot. The truth was that, if he had accepted Sweetie’s offer, she probably wouldn’t be sitting beside him now. She would have gotten her fill and moved on, but now, Button was giving Sweetie more than she had ever received before. Sacrificing a bit of his own pleasure to give even more to the woman he loved? That wasn’t cowardice. That was strength.

Button kept pumping his cock into his toy, shuddering each time Sweetie leaned in to whisper into his ear some anecdote from the shoot. How it felt to be fucked so roughly, by men so strong. Which of them she’d fucked outside of a work setting. And, of course, calling attention to each shrieking, quivering display of satisfaction from Video Sweetie.

The first few were easy, from his extensive viewing of Sweetie’s material. He knew that the first point, when one of her co-stars was passionately devouring her petite twat, wasn’t the one. She lacked the intense squeezing of the fists, something Sweetie often did in the throes of pleasure. Her acting was rather believable, though, and Button was sure that he wouldn’t have noticed anything out of the ordinary if he wasn’t looking for it.

The men tossed Video Sweetie over onto her belly, and one mounted her almost immediately. Video Sweetie squeaked as she was penetrated, starkly contrasting the quiet, reserved moan that escaped from Sweetie right next to Button. Sweetie tapped the toy with a finger and, despite no orders being given, Button understood that Sweetie wanted him to go faster, a request he swiftly complied with. As the men on screen where making Video Sweetie their’s, Button himself was more than content with his replica.

Video Sweetie giggled and moaned, and the counter went up yet again to 4. Button considered the display for a second before ultimately determining that Video Sweetie was faking this one, too. It wasn’t genuine, her display of pleasure, and Button knew that in his heart. Even still, it was difficult for him to focus on anything other than the sweet, slippery insides of his “new girlfriend”, but he stood strong. He just kept pumping, kept watching, kept studying Video Sweetie for some sign of her true orgasm.

“You’re such a good simpy,” purred Sweetie. She rubbed Button’s shoulders, petting him gently as he went wild on the faux twat she had gifted him. “But you’re running out of time. Only a few more minutes left in the video. Maybe you missed it. Wouldn’t that be a shame? We’d have to start all over…”

“N-no. I didn’t miss it, I know it. All of these have been fake…” Button grunted through his teeth, the soft, gentle sound of Sweetie’s voice sending tingles up his spine, like nails gently running down his flesh. “Y-you haven’t cum yet. I’m sure of it.”

“Well, for the sake of your balls not getting any bluer, let’s hope you’re right.” Sweetie tapped the toy again, this time giving a verbal command as well. “Fuck it harder, simpy. And don’t even think about slowing down.”

Button was already so close, but an order was an order, and he could do nothing but obey his beloved idol. He fucked the rubber pussy like his life depended on it, maintaining speed and intensity regardless of how close he came to tipping over the edge. And yet, he resisted the urge to release, because Sweetie had yet to give him permission. It felt so good to worship his idol, while she sat just beside him and encouraged his perverted prayer.

A shriek from the video cut through the clouds in Button’s mind, and his dazed eyes suddenly snapped into focus. Video Sweetie was trembling, quivering, her tiny body covered in a healthy sheen of sweat as what was surely the biggest, strongest, most masculine of the men on screen was plowing into her pussy. Her toes curled, her fists gripped the sheets, her thighs quivered, and her moans came from deep in her core, almost gutteral in its intensity.

“T-there!” said Button, not daring to slow down his pumping even as he made his guess. “That’s the real one!”

“Are you sure, simpy?” asked Sweetie, cocking her brow. Button had no more words just then, and instead offered a meek, shaky nod. Sweetie grabbed the toy from Button, swatting his hand away, and grinned. “Good boy. Now cum for me.”

Button thought he had been pumping his cock as hard and fast as possible, but Sweetie soon proved this to be false; The model worked her faux twat like a jackhammer, up and down and up and down, filling the room with the slimy, sticky, sloppy sounds of Button’s cock battering the pocket pussy. She used the toy to jerk him faster, harder, until finally his legs went rigid and a downright adorable little moan left his lips. Sweetie held him in place with one hand on his shoulder, while the other milked Button’s cock for every last drop of cum he had in him. After he had spurted himself dry, Sweetie pulled the well-fucked toy away, leaving Button with his sticky cock twitching in the cool breeze of the room as he slumped into his chair.

“You made me proud, simpy. You did awesome!” Sweetie gave Button’s sensitive cock a firm, but loving, flick to the tip, and she giggled at the way he squirmed. “You made me very happy tonight.”

“I… I l-love you…” breathed Button. “So desperately… pathetically… hopelessly in love…”

“Oh, Button, my cute little virgin. I know,” said Sweetie. She made sure to lock eyes with him, and, when she was certain Button was watching, Sweetie took the toy to her lips and tipped it back like a cup; She licked and sucked Button’s sticky cum from the fake pussy, licking her lips when she had cleaned it out completely. “I’m gonna go grab a slice of pizza. When you’re done getting yourself together, come on down so we can play some Void Dragons. If you beat me, I’ll let you keep a pair of my panties for your shrine.”

Sweetie skipped out of the room without another word, crucially taking “Swoots” with her. Button huffed, barely able to see straight, and slowly sat himself up in his chair. His initial instinct was to hit replay, grab the toy, and send himself into a frenzy. But, as Sweetie had the foresight to take the pocket pussy with her, Button instead reached for his phone. He dialed a number and, after glancing to make sure Sweetie was really gone, put the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” he said after a bit of waiting. “Yeah, hi, Mom. It’s me. Listen, about dinner… Does tomorrow night work for you?” He nodded almost tiredly, a strange but content smile on his face. “Cool. I felt bad about ditching you twice in a row, I wanted to make up for it. Besides… There’s someone I want you to meet…”