Chapter 1, Endurance Test
This was it. The longest bossfight in the game.
Knock, knock
Button’s door unceremoniously opened as Sweetie Belle went to leave and Cream Heart went to enter. “Oh, hello, Mrs. Mash. I was just leaving.” Sweetie turned back to Button. “Good luck on the Tempest fight, Button. She can be a real endurance tester.”
Cream Heart managed to wrangle a hug out of the marshmallow of a unicorn before she left as she turned to address her son. “So, how’s my little man enjoying his present?”
She’d been calling Button her “little man” ever since he could remember. “It's great, mom, but you don't have to call me that anymore,” he said, turning back to the game to make sure it was paused.
“Oh, so now that my little man’s eighteen, he's too grown up for his mommy’s nicknames, is that it?” teased Cream Heart as she leaned over the teen and pulled him into a hug, her soft breasts rubbing against his back. It made him blush a fair bit, but he quickly shook it off before his mother could take real notice of it.
“I guess not. Sorry, mom,” he beamed, hugging back quickly.
“Well, I won't keep you from it for long, I was just coming to remind you that you’re in charge of dinner tonight,” she said, releasing the still quite small stallion. He’d grown up, but he was still short, just over five feet tall.
“I know, mom. I was thinking of ordering a pizza; supreme, so all three of us have plenty to like on it.”
“Sounds delicious, dear. I'm going to head out to work. Don't cause too much trouble while I'm out.” With that, a kiss blew from her to Button and he pretended to catch it, smiling at her as she shut the door.
“Now, to beat this stupid bitch…”
Button Mash was in his childhood home, the sounds of his Ponestation 5 the only sign to show that the eighteen-year-old was even alive, for anyone that didn't live with him. Button had been sucked into his birthday gift for the past few days. The wrapping paper hadn't even made it to the trash yet, still littering his floor among chip bags and soda cans.
Assault on Canterlot: The Coming Storm, was the latest in a line of games based on the many different times the namesake capital of Equestria had been under siege from hostile forces, and a quick contender for Button’s new favorite over AoC: The Swarm. There was a particular reason behind why this was the case: Tempest Shadow, the secondary antagonist the player character fights several times in the story and once more before the final boss.
It was no secret that right alongside Chrysalis, Pinkie Pie, Sweetie Belle and, to his chagrin, his own mother… Tempest was one of his deepest crushes. The athletic general had stolen his heart. Well, this cartoonishly evil and mysterious version with thick hips and tits just beyond the size of a regular pony’s head, to be more accurate.
Like most listed, she was sadly just a crush, relegated to the scenes of his imagination. His only true romantic or sexual connection was with his girlfriend, Sweetie Belle, the others all being too complicated, if not impossible, to pursue, often for obvious reasons.
Button was happy with his imagination, though. Seeing himself clad in his polished steel armor, drawing his sword from its scabbard and flinging the blood from its blade as he approached the imposing gate of Canterlot Castle, the graffiti of the Storm King's symbol proudly proclaiming who owned the alabaster fortress, he steeled himself. This was something Button was going to change.
He looked through his bags before entering. It'd been a hard fight reaching this point, and his supplies were dwindling. With but one healing potion to his name, a singular strength potion to greatly enhance his physical attributes, a speed potion to do the same, and lastly, two stackable full recovery crystals that would serve as emergency boost to all of his attributes at the cost of sending him into an uncontrolled rampage, he would have to push through the next parts and hope for a resupply of some kind.
With the rest of his supplies stashed into his pouches for quick access, the red strength potion kissed his lips. With a hard kick, he sent the castle gates wide open, the boards barring the inside of the door snapping into splinters.
He entered to the sight of Tempest Shadow, unimpressed and glaring down from a balcony at the back. Baring his sword towards her, shield ready at his side, he shouted, “Surrender now, and I won’t have to bury my sword through you!”
She, to nopony’s shock, with a look of disgust, leapt over the balcony to land before Button, lightning channeling through her broken horn and arcing down to her fingertips as, in a flash, the fight began.
Button had practiced the absolute shit out of this fight, dying over a dozen times just trying to master the timings and avoid her more ridiculous attacks. There was one where whips of lightning cascaded towards the player from such a wide angle that it was almost unavoidable.
That was, until this time, when he figured it out. Dashing back into the doorway and drinking the speed potion, he watched as the world slowed around him, letting him sprint forward just in front of Tempest. He grabbed both her wrists, twisting the unicorn's arms and slamming his helmet-clad forehead against her sensitive horn, sending all her magic fizzling out at once. She stumbled back, collapsing to her haunches.
While the game would normally end the fight there, with her falling unconscious, Button’s imagination had a few other ideas; some outlandish, unrealistic and downright wild ideas. Stashing his sword in its scabbard, his other sword begged to be released.
Tempest clutched her head, the pain shooting from her horn debilitating as it electrified her nervous system plenty long enough for Button to release his beast unnoticed, grab Tempest by the hips, and with the ease of his strength potion, lift her up off the ground to meet his hips.
Her own armor was so damaged at this point that, with just a grab, he ripped it open, her breasts flinging free into the open air and her holes exposing to the three-foot-long cock that came to lay on her abdomen and touch her breast.
“Don't you dare,” growled Tempest, paradoxically not making much of any attempt to stop Button’s advances. She only raised her head enough to look up at him as his cock dragged along her abdomen and pressed the five-inch-wide flare of his broad tip against her cunt’s velvet purple lips, parting her folds and slathering one another in their pre at contact.
He prodded her, and, biting his lip, suddenly forced forward, sinking into her hard and fast. Tempest quivered hard, throwing her head back and moaning like a bitch in heat in an absurd amount of unrealistic pleasure as Button slammed down to his base.
Her cervix was forced apart and her womb was made to stretch over his cock as he bulged out her abdomen. The distended flesh was visible through her torso as his flare dragged across her ribs and her body twitched helplessly, eyes rolling back, teeth gritting and eyelids twitching aimlessly.
Button’s avatar didn't display as much outward pleasure, keeping his composure even as the real Button panted and fapped to his thoughts.
Pulling back, his cock dragged over every sensitive nerve of the walls hed forced to gape open, leaving a feeling of emptiness in Tempest before he slammed forward hard enough to jerk her entire body up before pulling back and beginning a rhythmic, beating thrust of these hard-jerking slams that left Tempest no time to compose herself.
Compared to the physically fit and magically-enhanced eighteen-year-old knight, Tempest was fit, but in her late twenties, with most of her strength coming from the power of her magic, not her relatively plump figure. She was already exhausted by comparison, and at Button’s whim and desire, panting in pure, unbridled ecstasy that she'd never felt from a cock. It was completely ruining her for any other stallion, dragon, or any man for that matter.
Each slam into her depths sent a shockwave of signals through her body, overwhelming her mind and keeping even simple spells far out of reach. It was beginning to fry her mind, figuratively speaking.
“For such a tight-ass, I thought you'd have tighter holes,” teased Button, drawing a groan from Tempest as she just fought to have a sense of composure and spit out a reply.
“S-shut up, b-basta- aghh!!” Her retort was sharply cut short with a vicious moan escaping her throat as Button slammed her down to the floor. He grabbed her hips at the waist and began to jackhammer with speed and fury down into her. The bulge of his cock through her was becoming so pronounced at this angle that her ovaries made a bulge in her tightly-stretched form. She squeaked in delight at this change, like a fucking pig.
“You’re being quite loud for a mare who wants me to be quiet,” smirked Button. “How about instead, you just stop talking and I can just impregnate your ass and take you as my stupid bimbo wife, hmm?”
It wasn't a real question, of course, as the answer was apparent, given Tempest's current damn near lust-drunk face, drool and tears running over her face makeup and eyes vacant.
“Heh. I'll take that as a yes. Now, be a good slut and take my foals!”
With a sudden tight grip that made Tempest feel like he was going to snap her pelvis with his hands, Button pumped faster, his avatar’s hips moving as fast as Button’s hand was in real life, but with all the added magical strength that had kicked open the castle gates, all building up to a teeth-gritting hard slam that bruised Tempest’s somehow yet-undamaged organs before Button erupted like a volcano into her.
Spurt after spurt from his cock made a mess over Button’s hand for a brief moment while Tempest suffered through the organ-stretching sensation of the nearly two-minute-long eruption into her depths. Her womb filled in an instant and was forced to deform as it filled.
His cum forced its way into her ovaries, bloating them as her eggs released into the tsunami of seed to be viciously assaulted by countless sperm. They homed onto her eggs like missiles, drilling into them and forcing their way in past the point of reason, ripping the cell walls of her eggs open just to fit more and more sperm into each and every egg with a ferocity wild enough to feel right alongside her swelling abdomen.
Button’s load first filled her and began stretching her even as the backflow of cum oozed around his cock and stretched the walls of her ruined pussy to leak out. It gushed over Button’s hips and stained both ponies’ fur white with jizz. A sticky mess of Button’s thick-as-tar and just as sticky nut slop bound them together in strands, ropes and webs of the gooey cream. It coated them so thoroughly that there was cum up to Button’s belly button and down to his knees, dripping in a puddle beneath them, while Tempest had cum rolling down her bloated belly to her belly button and shooting up between her ass cheeks, rolling down her backside and up to her neck and mane.
That was the initial thirty seconds or so of the eruption into her that filled and covered her in inordinate amounts of spunk, but then, Button pulled back and slammed forward again as he continued cumming, holding her quivering body tight as he began thrusting through the orgasm, cum squirting out her pussy and coating his balls as they smacked against her. The wet plapping of their bodies together filled the castle.
Eventually, the orgasm drew to a close. Tempest’s belly was starting to develop stretch marks, like she was pregnant. Her belly sagged as she slid down to the cum-soaked tile floor. The pool of juices beneath them was wide enough that her face was laying in cum, her tongue hanging out into the pool of salty seed, her vacant smile and twitching eyes seemingly permanent as she weakly groaned, too out of energy to muster proper moans.
It was a pitiful sight, but Button just chuckled, looking down at as he slowly pulled out with a wet pop that sent a quivering orgasm through Tempest’s already strained body that gushed out a raging torrent of Button’s jizz. With a wet splash, it joined into the puddle of foulness.
“Heh. Can't even keep my seed in you. Don't you know mares are supposed to not spill a single drop?”
Tempest could only think one thing in response, even if saying it was a slurred and mumbled mix of weak moans.
“If you want me to keep it in, put you cock back in and keep fucking me, damn it…”
It was safe to say she’d been broken. Button wiped the sweat from his brow and went to continue on to kill the Storm King .After all, he could come back for his mare after the deed was done.
However, he’d made the mistake of letting the cock-addicted slut he’d made have a chance to catch her breath, even for a second, and send an unfocused blast of electricity from her horn right into the backside of his metal armor. This sent him falling to the ground, unconscious, before she herself drifted to sleep.
[game saved]
The room spun hazily in Button’s vision. The light burned through his sensitive eyes and sore body as a wetness moved along his shaft, making his body tense and quiver with it. His cock’s head flared within the wet walls of Tempest’s depths, his cum lubing her pussy up so much there was barely any resistance to her sliding up and down Button’s brown beast.
“Uyghh… W-what a–”
With a hard slam down that jiggled her full, second trimester-looking belly, her pussy’s lips kissed the base of Button’s sheath and his flare kicked the back wall of her insides, sending her into a lip-biting, nerve-quivering orgasm and him into a fist-clenching jolt of pleasure.
“W-we're not d-done ‘til ! s-say!” forced out Tempest as she lifted her hips again, stradling Button’s.
Her right hand sat behind her, gripping his thigh tightly for stability while the left groped her breast as she rode with teeth-gritting ferocity and desperation in her eyes. Drool rolled from her lips and makeup still stained her face, but she clearly didn't have a care in the world. Her focus was on milking Button for his seed and nothing else.
Her pussy clamped tight and pulled the skin when she came up and bunched it against his base with every slam down. Button wasn't expecting this, but he wasn't about to tell her to stop. He might take some control though grabbing her hips where he held before, her flesh slightly bruised as he pulled her down hard when she slammed her hips down to really punch her depths each time they did
“F-fucking hell! You’re such a slut, for a war-mongering general!”
“You’re o-one to talk,” she slurred. “N-now, breed me, you stud!~”
Tempest’s demands resonated loud and clear in Button as, despite the exhaustion of fighting, fucking and being fried by electricity, despite his strength and stamina potions being gone, and despite his soreness, he was a strong young knight. He was going to give this bitch exactly what she was asking for.
With some strain and his muscles aching a bit, his hips rose sharply and slammed into her sensitive, quivering depths. Strength potion be damned. Any mare half as sensitive as Tempest was right now would scream in pain and delight feeling that.
As she fell against Button’s chest, her bloated belly was pinned between them as she wrapped her arms around him. Their lips mashed together and tongues wrestled like two snakes battling for supremacy to the beating anthem of their colliding hips.
A white hot fire scorched the two of them in this moment, fueled by a dark, gaping well of need and desperation without end. They went on without relent, all for approximately eight minutes; impressive as hell for an average stallion in such a situation after already shooting such a large load, but the end did come. No matter how much immense desperate love filled Tempest’s eyes and Button’s heart, it couldn't keep this white hot flame from igniting its final large burst.
Feeling it build up, Tempest tried to pull back, but Button’s hands moved from her hips to wrap her in his arms, squeezing her as her eyes bulged, rolling back and twitching in their sockets. Her moaning cries, like that of a wailing ghost, echoed the halls at his load erupting, smaller than the last, but still dwarfing that of a dragon’s as her skin stretched to the point it was red beneath her fur as it expanded lightly against Button’s chest. Her horn sparked out energy and her cunt squirted out love.
There at last, they had a draw to this battle. The rounds they had spent the hour that’d past dodging swords and blowing loads had finally ended. Tempest was secure in her streak of never being bested as they both lay there, panting and twitching, sweaty and sticky with cum. It was over.
Button, however, wasn't content with a draw, and reaching his aching tired hand over to his tissues irl and his bags in-game, he pulled the two full restoration crystals from his supplies and crushed them in his hand. This wasn't over yet. Tempest’s endurance test had only just begun.
His health shot up, exhaustion and pain fading as his stamina bar filled and then nearly doubled. His strength soared.
Tempest stirred back to consciousness, barely able to grasp the situation before she was lifted up by the throat like she was weightless.
Promptly being thrown against Celestia's throne, her legs were forced to part as Button’s cock raged like a monster, the veins beating, bulged thick enough to probably classify him as a monster at this point. Tempest tried to stop what was coming, but had no chance.
“H-hey, wait! Y-you wi– AGHH!!~”
His flare forced her ponut to part before he slammed hard at an upward angle into her, pulled not even a centimeter back, and slammed again, lifting her entire body off the throne. He did so again, forcing his cock up into her actual stomach, gritting his teeth at the slight pain he felt as she made a senseless, broken ahegao at the sensations she felt.
He thrusted with enough force to make the air blow back. Her insides slammed around, rearranging her guts as he forced his way through her intestines, against her bloated womb and into her stomach, against all odds. Then up between her poor lungs as she cried tears she didn't know she even had any more.
Between gasps, she moaned, clutching his arms as he braced against the throne and slammed away like a vicious beast dozens of times. Between her chances to breathe, her vision blurred. Her thoughts burned her overstimulated mind, feeling like it was melting as he ravaged her body with the fierce fury of a wild animal, and there was no other way to classify it beyond that.
The battle kept raging for another hour, then two, then four across the entire throne room; against pillars and walls, against cracked tiles and Luna’s throne (until it broke), until Tempest was too far gone to feel pain. Her nerves had been conditioned to tell the brain that pain meant pleasure; it meant euphoria. It became a craving; an addiction to cock in favor of logical thought.
Nobody counted the orgasms either had, as neither was coherent enough to do such a thing. Nobody measured the volume of the loads that Button shot, nobody monitored heart rate. All anyone knew for sure was that whatever was happening in the castle, it was brutal.
The rampage ended back on Celestia's throne, with Button slamming repeatedly into the muzzle, bulged throat and cum-sagging stomach of Tempest. Cum rolled off of her tongue as it hung out, licking along the urethra of her stallion’s cock. It pooled on her tits and belly, her matted fur soaked with his stench for all of time to come.
Grabbing her head hard, he slammed down and gave her one final load of the slimy, hot seed that coursed through him, taking every last bit of energy he had with it to fill her before he fell back and collapsed, leaving Tempest with a throat and mouth full of cum pooled in her muzzle and rolling like a waterfall over her lips until she swallowed.
She wasn't awake much longer, but long enough to know that, without a shadow of doubt, Button won that battle.
And so, having cum a few times, Button pulled up his pants and stretched a bit, giving a single yawn before forcing himself out the door to go buy tonight’s pizza. He was satisfied with what his imagination had dreamed up for him, but a bit saddened by the fact that he could never fuck Tempest for real.
Right?
To be continued….?
