Button Mash Saves the Apples
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Button Mash Reunites the Apple Family!

Button Mash Saves the Apples

Button Mash's hooves clattered rapidly against the controller buttons as his eyes stayed glued to the TV screen.

"Come on, come on, just one more headshot and I'll level up!" he muttered, his tongue sticking out slightly as he concentrated on the intense multiplayer battle unfolding in front of him.

In the kitchen, the smell of sautéing carrots filled the air as Cream Heart stirred the contents of a sizzling pan. She glanced over her shoulder, her ears twitching at the sound of her son's excited exclamations.

"Button!" she called out, raising her voice to be heard over the noise of the game. "Can you come help me for a second? I need some oregano from the spice cabinet."

"Can't pause, Mom! I'm in an online multiplayer game!" Button Mash shouted back without looking away from the screen. His hoof darted back and forth, pressing the buttons with lightning speed.

Cream Heart rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Button, I really need that oregano. The carrots are going to burn!"

"Just wait a minute! I’m almost at a checkpoint!" Button’s voice had that telltale edge of teenage impatience.

Cream Heart sighed, putting down the spatula. "Button Mash, if you don't get in here and help me right now, I'm going to do it myself, but you are not going to like the consequences."

Button Mash groaned loudly, throwing his head back in exasperation. "Fine! Just give me ten seconds! Ten seconds! I'm almost—" His character on the screen suddenly slumped over, defeated. "Aw, man! Who sniped me?!"

He huffed, tossing the controller onto the couch and trudging towards the kitchen, muttering under his breath. "I was this close to leveling up..."

Cream Heart watched him approach, raising an eyebrow. "Thank you. Was that so hard?"

Button scowled. "You don’t understand, Mom! That was a ranked match! Do you know how rare it is to find a good lobby these days?"

She stifled a laugh. "I have no idea what you just said. Now, can you please get the oregano? It’s in the spice cabinet, second shelf."

Button Mash grumbled some more but complied, opening the cabinet with a bit more force than necessary. He grabbed the oregano and handed it to his mother, his face still set in a pout.

"There. Oregano. Happy?" he said, crossing his hooves and leaning against the counter.

"Thank you," Cream Heart said, taking the spice. "And since you're clearly so upset, why don't you take a walk to cool off while I finish up here? You’ve been cooped up all day. I mean, for a sixteen-year-old colt, I’m surprised you're not the one asking me to go outside and get some fresh air!"

Button’s ears perked up. "A walk? Outside? But there are bugs and... sunlight out there!"

Cream Heart gave him a pointed look. "Yes, Button. Outside. You really do need to get some fresh air. And no video games while you're out there. After all, a growing colt needs some sunlight every now and then."

Button opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by his mother’s raised hoof. "No 'buts,' young colt. Go outside, stretch your legs, and enjoy the day. You'll feel better."

Button sighed dramatically, dragging his hooves as he walked towards the door. "Fine. But if I get attacked by a manticore or something, I'm blaming you."

"Of course you will," Cream Heart said with a chuckle. "But I think you’ll be just fine."

Button Mash sulked his way to the door, but not before snatching his DSi off the coffee table and tucking it against his flank to escape detection. He gave his mom a quick, innocent smile before slipping outside.

As he stepped out into the sunlight, Button squinted, his eyes adjusting to the brightness. He let out another exaggerated sigh. "Well, here I am, in the great outdoors. Just me, the bugs, and..." He glanced around to make sure his mother wasn’t watching before pulling out his DSi. "Good old portable gaming."

Button Mash made his way down the path, his hooves crunching on the gravel, while his eyes stayed glued to the small screen. He navigated through a digital world, occasionally muttering strategy tips to himself. "Okay, if I can just get past this level, I'll be one step closer to beating my high score."

As he walked, completely absorbed in his game, he failed to notice the curious stares of a few passersby. One pony, an elderly mare walking with her grandfoals in a pram, shook her head and chuckled softly. "Kids these days and their gadgets..."

Button didn’t hear her, too focused on dodging virtual enemies. He wandered through the town, past the market stalls and the town square, not paying attention to anything but the game in his hooves.

He found himself a bench and plopped down, still engrossed in his DSi. "Almost there... Just a few more hits..." His tongue poked out of his mouth again as he focused intensely on the final boss battle.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over him, blocking out the sunlight. Button squinted up, his concentration broken. A tall figure stood before him, but his eyes were still adjusting from the screen glare. "Hey, could you move? You’re blocking my light."

The figure didn’t move. Instead, a familiar voice answered, dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I’m sorry. Am I interrupting your very important mission to save the digital world?"

Button blinked, finally recognizing the voice. "Oh, it’s you, Rumble." He sighed in relief. "I thought it was Mom or something."

Rumble, a gray pegasus with a dark mane, rolled his eyes. "Dude, you’re seriously out here playing a game? Didn’t your mom tell you to take a walk?"

Button shrugged, not looking up from his screen. "I am taking a walk. Just, you know, multitasking."

Rumble laughed. "You’re hopeless, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah, says the pony who once tried to beat a high score while flying. How’d that work out for you?" Button smirked, finally tearing his gaze away from the game.

Rumble chuckled. "Point taken. So, what are you playing this time?"

Button’s eyes lit up. "It’s this new game where you have to save the kingdom from an evil sorcerer. It’s got amazing graphics for a handheld!"

Rumble sat down next to him, peering over his shoulder. "Looks cool. But seriously, you should take a break. We could go grab a smoothie or something."

Button considered this for a moment. "I don’t know. I’m really close to beating this level, and I’ve been stuck on it for days."

Rumble raised an eyebrow. "Days? Button, you need to get out more."

Button huffed, "I do get out! I’m out right now, aren’t I?"

Rumble shook his head. "Sitting on a bench playing video games doesn’t count."

Button looked up, scanning the area. "Well, what do you suggest then? No offense, but smoothies aren’t exactly thrilling."

Rumble grinned. "How about a race to the park? Loser buys the winner a smoothie."

Button smirked. "You’re on. But don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’ve got wings."

They both stood up, ready to race, but Button hesitated, glancing down at his DSi. "One sec. Need to save my game first."

Rumble groaned. "Seriously, Button? You’re impossible."

"Hey, I’m bored and I’m not about to lose hours of progress just because of a race," Button said, quickly saving his game and tucking the DSi away. "Okay, ready!"

Rumble spread his wings, smirking. "Alright, on three. One... two... three!"

With that, they both took off, Button sprinting and Rumble flying low beside him. Button’s hooves pounded against the ground, and he pushed himself as fast as he could, determined not to lose. Rumble, on the other hoof, was clearly holding back, matching Button’s pace to keep it fair.

As they neared the park, Button’s competitive side kicked in. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on the finish line. "I’m not losing this," he muttered to himself.

Rumble glanced over at him, grinning. "Come on, Button! You can do better than that!"

Button gritted his teeth, pushing himself harder. Just a few more strides and he’d be there. His lungs burned, and his legs felt like jelly, but he wasn’t going to give up.

Finally, they crossed the finish line—a large oak tree at the edge of the park. Button stumbled to a halt, panting heavily. Rumble landed gracefully beside him, barely winded.

"Good race," Rumble said, clapping Button on the back. "But I think I won."

Button gasped for air, glaring at his friend. "No way! It was a tie!"

Rumble laughed. "Sure, whatever you say. But I’m pretty sure you owe me a smoothie."

Button rolled his eyes but couldn’t help grinning. "Fine, fine. Let’s go get that smoothie."

After enjoying a quick smoothie and then parting ways with Rumble, Button Mash decided he needed some peace and quiet. He loved his friends, but right now, he just wanted to focus on his game without any distractions. After all, he was unspeakably bored and it was about time for him to get back to his favorite pastime. In any case, his brief bout of outdoorsy adventure had given him enough social interaction for one day. He looked around Ponyville, thinking of a spot where he could be completely undisturbed.

“Where can I go where nopony will bug me?” he muttered, tapping his chin thoughtfully. His eyes drifted towards the Everfree Forest, looming on the outskirts of town. A grin spread across his face. “Perfect. Nopony ever goes in there.”

Button Mash trotted towards the forest, his trusty DSi clutched tightly in his hooves. The Everfree Forest was known for being dark, creepy, and full of strange creatures, but to Button, it was just a place with lots of potential hiding spots and no interruptions. He stepped onto a well-trodden footpath that led into the heart of the forest, barely glancing up as he focused on his game.

“Okay, AppleGrab™, let’s see what you’ve got,” he murmured, his eyes fixated on the screen. His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. The game was simple enough: grab apples, avoid obstacles, and defeat the evil Apple Sorcerer to save the orchard. But it was addictive and frustratingly difficult.

“Ha! Take that, you rotten apple!” Button exclaimed as he cleared another level. His hooves moved deftly, the buttons clicking frenetically as he navigated through the increasingly challenging stages. “You think you can stop me? I’ve beaten games way harder than you!”

As he walked, he barely noticed the thickening canopy overhead, the way the light dimmed as the trees grew denser. His focus was entirely on the game; his eyes were glued to the tiny screen as he moved deeper into the forest.

“Boss fight time,” he muttered, his excitement building. The Apple Sorcerer appeared on the screen, cackling and throwing enchanted apples at Button’s character. “Oh, you think you’re tough, huh? Bring it on!”

His hooves danced over the controls, his tongue sticking out even further in concentration. He zigzagged, dodged, and counterattacked, his eyes wide with determination. Just a few more hits and he’d have this boss beat.

Then, out of nowhere, his hoof caught on something, and he pitched forward. “Whoa—!”

Button landed face-first on the ground, his DSi flying out of his hooves and landing a few feet away. “Darn it!” he groaned, pushing himself up and rubbing his sore nose. “What did I trip over?”

He glanced back to see a gigantic elm root snaking across the path. “Of course. The one time I’m not looking where I’m going.” He sighed and dusted himself off. “Well, at least I didn’t break my DSi.”

Button retrieved his handheld, relieved to see it was still in one piece. He was about to sit back down to collect himself and continue his game when something caught his eye. He turned his head towards the immense, broadleaf tree and noticed a strange light emanating from the other end of the small ravine running parallel to the footpath.

His curiosity piqued, Button narrowed his eyes. “What’s that?” He glanced back at his DSi, then towards the glowing light. “I guess the boss fight can wait a minute.”

He momentarily discarded the DSi on the footpath and made his way toward the light, enthralled in the real-world developments which had captured his interest. The forest seemed to grow even darker around him, making the glow stand out even more. “What could be shining like that out here?”

As he approached the ravine, he peered over the edge, trying to get a better look. The light seemed to be coming from a shadowy edge on the very periphery of his strained vision. Button squinted, trying to make out what it was as his earlier boredom seemed to evaporate into the humid air of the forest.

Button Mash carefully approached the glowing light. He carefully descended the small ravine, his hooves slipping slightly on the loose dirt. "Okay, Button, this is just like a game," he murmured to himself. "Just gotta find the secret treasure."

The light grew brighter as he neared, revealing an unexpected sight. Nestled in a small clearing, surrounded by thick foliage and towering trees, was an enchanted grove. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the light seemed to emanate from the plants themselves, casting a soft, ethereal glow over everything.

"Whoa," Button breathed, his eyes wide with amazement. "This is so cool. It's like a secret level."

As he took a step closer, he noticed two figures standing in the middle of the grove. They looked like they were in their prime, their coats and manes shining with an otherworldly luster. They were a stallion and a mare, both with warm, welcoming smiles.

Button tilted his head, trying to place them. They seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite put his hoof on where he'd seen them before. It was almost like he knew to whom these ponies may be related without having the foggiest idea as to who these two were themselves. "Uh, hi?" he called out hesitantly.

The stallion turned towards him, his expression friendly and open. "Well, howdy there, young'un," he said with a thick country accent. "What brings ya to our neck o' the woods?"

Button blinked, taken aback by the warm greeting. "Uh, I was just, you know, exploring," he said, trying to sound casual. "I didn't mean to intrude."

The mare stepped forward, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "No need to apologize, sugarcube," she said kindly. "We don't get many visitors out here. What's yer name?"

"Button Mash," he replied, still trying to figure out where he had seen them before. "And you are...?"

The stallion chuckled. "Name's Bright Mac. This here is my wife, Pear Butter."

Button's eyes widened in shock. "Wait a minute. Bright Mac and Pear Butter? But aren’t you... Applejack's parents? Everypony thought you were... well, you know, gone."

Pear Butter smiled gently. "We get that a lot. It's a long story, but the short version is, we ended up here in this enchanted grove. It's kept us safe and sound, and well, as you can see, a bit younger too."

Button looked around, taking in the beauty of the grove. "This place is amazing. It's like something out of a fairy tale."

Bright Mac nodded. "Yep, it sure is. We've been here for quite some time, lost track of the years, honestly. But it's been good to us."

"But how did you end up here?" Button asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. "And why hasn't anypony found you?"

Pear Butter exchanged a glance with her husband. "We were on our way back home when we got caught in a magic storm. Next thing we knew, we were here. The grove's magic kept us hidden and, well, ageless."

Bright Mac chuckled. "Guess we're livin' proof that miracles do happen."

Button Mash couldn't believe what he was hearing. "This is incredible! Applejack is going to flip when she finds out you two are okay!"

Pear Butter's eyes softened. "We miss our family every day, but we've been hopin' and prayin' for a way to get back to them."

Button's mind raced. "I have to tell somepony. We need to get you home!"

Bright Mac placed a hoof on Button's shoulder. "Easy there, young fella. We need to be careful 'bout how we do this. The grove's magic is tricky, and we wouldn't want to disrupt it."

Pear Butter nodded. "He's right. We've tried leavin' more times than we can count, but somethin' always pulls us back. We need to find the right way. It just plain refuses to let us go!"

Button Mash nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Okay, I get it. But I'll do everything I can to help. You can count on me."

Bright Mac smiled warmly. "We ‘preciate that, Button. It means a whole lot to know somepony out there still cares."

Pear Butter stepped closer, giving Button a gentle hug. "Thank you, sugarcube. You've given us hope."

Button blushed, feeling a mix of pride and determination. "I'll figure something out. Just hang tight, okay? Let me see if I can figure out how this place works…"

The young pony made his way deeper into the enchanted grove, the soft glow guiding his path. He still couldn't believe he had found Applejack's parents alive and well. As he walked, the grove seemed to open up into a larger clearing, and to his astonishment, he saw even more ponies waiting there, all with the same youthful glow as Bright Mac and Pear Butter.

"Is that...?" Button squinted, trying to make out the familiar faces in the enchanted light. "No. It can't be."

As he stepped into the clearing, he was greeted by a chorus of voices from the Apple family. "Well, lookie here, we got ourselves a visitor!" called out a lively, youthful mare who looked just like Granny Smith—but not the Granny Smith Button remembered from cider season. This version of Granny Smith was vibrant, her apple green coat shining with health, her mane full and glossy. She looked like she had stepped straight out of an old photograph.

"Granny Smith?" Button asked, his eyes wide. "Is that really you?"

"In the flesh, young'un!" Granny Smith replied with a laugh. "Or should I say, in the young flesh! Fell into a magical pool out here in the Everfree Forest, and well, it took a few years off, as ya can see."

"But... how?" Button stammered, trying to wrap his head around the sight before him.

Granny Smith winked. "It's a long story, but let's just say we found ourselves a fountain of youth. Gave some of the water to a few of my kin before Princess Luna found out and sealed off the entrance. Now we can't leave this here grove, but I reckon we sure are lookin' good, ain't we?"

Button glanced around and saw Apple Rose, Auntie Applesauce, and Sew 'n Sow, all looking just as youthful and beautiful as Granny Smith. They waved and smiled, their eyes sparkling with the same vibrant energy.

"Howdy there, young fella!" Apple Rose called out, her voice as sweet and lively as a spring breeze. "Nice to see a new face around these parts."

"You must be the brave little pony who's gonna get us back home," Auntie Applesauce wagered a guess as she spoke to the unfamiliar face, her mane flowing like liquid gold in the enchanted light.

Sew 'n Sow stepped forward and produced a warm, welcoming smile as her rose red mane bounced and waved beguilingly in the light breeze of the grove. "We've been waitin' for a long time for somepony like you. You're our hope to finally return to Ponyville. After all you were able to pass through that there entrance," she said pointing with her hoof in the direction from which he had arrived. “None of us that partook in this special water can do that, so I reckon you have what it takes to help us.”

Button felt a surge of determination. "I'll do everything I can to help you all get back home," he promised, looking at the gathered ponies with resolve. "But how can I do that if you can't leave the grove?"

Granny Smith nodded, understanding the question hanging in the air. "The magic here keeps us young and safe, but, as we see it, it also keeps us bound. We need to find a way to break that spell without losin' the years we've gained."

Bright Mac stepped up, placing a comforting hoof on Button's shoulder. "We've been tryin' to figure it out for a long time, but we reckon you might be the key, Button. The grove let you in, after all. Maybe you can find a way to let us out."

Pear Butter smiled softly. "We'll help you in any way we can, sugarcube. Just say the word."

Button Mash took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the responsibility. "Alright. I'll think of something. There's gotta be a way to break the spell without losing everything this grove has given you."

"That's the spirit!" Apple Rose cheered, trying to be supportive and positive to the unknown visiting pony. "With a mind like yours and our determination, we'll be back in Ponyville in no time!"

Auntie Applesauce chuckled. "I can't wait to see the look on everypony's faces when we come strollin' back into town, lookin' like this!"

Sew 'n Sow nodded. "And we'll have you to thank for it, Button Mash."

Button felt a surge of pride and purpose. "I'll do my best," he said, resolve shining in his eyes. "You all deserve to go home."

Button Mash stood surrounded by the youthful, vibrant members of the Apple family; couldn't help but feel like he was in the middle of one of his video games…but how would he crack this difficult level? Maybe a potion? Maybe some sort of wall glitch?

“Well,” Button Mash peered down at the grove’s soil pensively, raising a sole hoof to his chin. “This is one tough puzzle I’ve got to solve.”

Button Mash sat down on a smooth rock, his brow furrowed in concentration. The enchanted grove was beautiful, but its allure came with a heavy price: the ponies could only stay youthful and, in the case of Bright Mac and Pear Butter, alive, as long as they remained within its boundaries. The challenge of finding a way to break the spell without losing everything loomed large in his mind.

"Alright, think, Button, think," he muttered to himself, glancing around at the hopeful faces of the Apple family. "There's gotta be a way."

Bright Mac and Pear Butter sat close by, their eyes filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension. Granny Smith, Apple Rose, Auntie Applesauce, and Sew 'n Sow gathered nearby, their furrowed brows amidst their smooth youthful faces serving as stark reminders of what was at stake.

Button Mash took a deep breath and stood up. "Okay, I've got an idea," he announced, drawing the attention of the gathered ponies. "It's risky, but it might work."

Granny Smith raised an eyebrow. "What's the plan, young'un?"

Button looked each of them in the eye, trying to convey the seriousness of his proposal. "I think we need to leave the grove together, holding hooves. If we all stay connected, maybe the magic will think we're still within the boundaries and won't break the spell."

Apple Rose bit her lip. "That sounds mighty risky, Button. What if it doesn't work?"

Button nodded, acknowledging the fear in her voice. "I know it's a big gamble, but staying here means you'll never see your family again. Applejack, Big Macareina, Apple Bloom—they need to know you're okay."

Auntie Applesauce sighed. "He's right, y'all. We've been here long enough. It's time we took a chance."

Pear Butter looked at Bright Mac, her eyes shimmering with determination. "I wanna see our kids again. If there's even a small chance we can make it out of here, I say we take it."

Bright Mac nodded, wrapping a supportive hoof around his wife. "Agreed. Let's do this."

Granny Smith squared her shoulders, her now-youthful face set with resolve. "Well, if we're doin' this, we better do it right. Button, you lead the way."

Button Mash felt a surge of responsibility. "Okay, everypony, form a line and hold hooves. We'll take it slow and steady."

One by one, the ponies linked hooves, forming a chain. Button stood at the front, his heart pounding with anticipation. "Alright, let's move."

As they walked, the enchanted light seemed to dim slightly, the grove reacting to their departure. Button Mash kept his eyes forward, his hoof gripping Granny Smith's tightly. They reached the edge of the grove, the boundary where the magical glow met the natural dim light of the Everfree Forest.

"Here goes nothing," Button said, taking a deep breath. "On the count of three. One... two... three."

With a collective breath, they stepped across the boundary. The air seemed to shimmer around them, the magic of the grove reacting to their movement. For a moment, Button felt a strange tingling sensation, as if the magic was trying to decide whether to hold them back or let them go.

The ponies held their breath, their hooves tightly linked. Then, slowly but surely, they moved forward, the boundary receding behind them. The enchanted light faded, replaced by the natural dappled sunlight of the forest.

"We're doin' it," Granny Smith whispered, her voice filled with awe. "We're really doin' it."

Button Mash kept his focus, guiding them further away from the grove. With each step, the tension eased, replaced by a growing sense of triumph. They were making it out.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they emerged from the forest path, the trees opening up to reveal the familiar sights of Ponyville in the distance. The ponies stopped, looking around in disbelief.

"We did it," Bright Mac said, his voice thick with emotion. "We're free."

Pear Butter hugged Button tightly. "Thank you, Button Mash. You made this possible."

Granny Smith wiped a tear from her eye, her youthful face glowing with happiness. "We're goin' home, y'all. We're finally goin' home."

Button Mash smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "I couldn't have done it without all of you and your courage. Anywho, let's get back to Ponyville and surprise everypony. I’m sure they will love this."

“I swear,” the adolescent pony thought to himself, having to stifle a light chuckle of a laugh as it arose in his chest. “I sure am happy I tripped over that tree root.”

Before long, Button Mash stood at the edge of the Everfree Forest, watching as the youthful members of the Apple family took in the sight of Ponyville. The excitement in the air was palpable, and Button felt a warm glow of satisfaction. They had done it. The Apple family was free, and their youth was intact.

Bright Mac turned to Button, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Button, you gotta come with us to Sweet Apple Acres. This here reunion wouldn't be complete without you."

Button shuffled his hooves, feeling a bit overwhelmed in the moment. "Oh, I don't know. This is a big family event. I don't want to intrude."

Granny Smith chuckled, her youthful face crinkling with amusement. "Nonsense, young'un! You're part of this now. You helped make it happen. Besides, the family needs to thank you properly."

Apple Rose nodded enthusiastically. "She's right, Button. We wouldn't be here without you. You were so wonderfully brave in the forest. Come on, let's go show Applejack and the others that miracles do happen."

Pear Butter placed a gentle hoof on Button's shoulder. "Please, Button. It would mean so much to us. You're a part of this family now, whether you like it or not."

Button sighed, realizing he couldn't say no to them. "Alright, alright. I'll come with you. But I'm staying in the background. This is your moment."

Auntie Applesauce clapped her hooves together. "Deal! Now let's get movin'. We've got a lot of ground to cover."

With that, the group set off towards Sweet Apple Acres, the familiar sights and sounds of the environs around Ponyville growing closer with each step. Button Mash walked alongside them, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He couldn't wait to see the looks on Applejack's and Big Macareina’s faces when they saw their parents and Granny Smith looking so young and vibrant.

As they approached the farm, the sound of laughter and chatter filled the air. It was a typical busy day at Sweet Apple Acres, with Applejack and Big Macareina hard at work in the orchard. Apple Bloom was playing near the barn, her laughter ringing out as she chased a butterfly.

Bright Mac took a deep breath, his eyes misting over as he saw his children. "This is it," he said softly. "We're really home."

Pear Butter squeezed his hoof. "Let's go surprise them."

Granny Smith led the way, her youthful energy making her practically skip up the path. "Yoo-hoo! Anypony home?"

Applejack looked up from her work, her eyes widening in shock as she saw the group approaching. "What in tarnation...?"

Big Macareina dropped her apple cart, her beautiful red jaw hanging open. "Ma? Pa? Granny?"

Apple Bloom froze, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Is that...?"

Bright Mac and Pear Butter stepped forward, their smiles wide and their eyes shining with tears. "It's us, sugarcubes. We're home."

Applejack stumbled forward, her legs trembling. "How... how is this possible?"

Granny Smith laughed, her youthful voice ringing out. "It's a long story, but we've got all the time in the world to tell it now."

Apple Bloom ran forward, launching herself at her parents. "Ma! Pa! I can't believe it!"

Bright Mac caught her, spinning her around in a joyful hug. "Believe it, sweetheart. We're here, and we're not goin' anywhere."

Big Macareina embraced Granny Smith, her eyes brimming with tears. "Granny, you look... you look so young!"

Granny Smith chuckled. "Well, thank ya kindly. Seems like we've got a lot of catchin' up to do."

Applejack finally found her voice, tears streaming down her face. "This is a miracle. An absolute miracle."

Pear Butter hugged her tightly. "It sure is, Applejack. And we've got Button Mash here to thank for it."

Applejack looked over at Button, her eyes full of gratitude. "Button Mash, you did this? You brought them back?"

Button shuffled his hooves, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Well, I had a little help from the magic in the Everfree Forest. But yeah, I guess I did."

Big Macareina walked over and pulled Button into a loving bear hug. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Button blushed, trying to maintain his composure. "It was the least I could do. I'm just glad I could help."

Apple Bloom joined in the hug, her eyes shining with admiration. "You're a hero, Button Mash!"

Button laughed nervously. "Okay, okay, enough with the hugs. This is your family reunion. I'm just happy to be a part of it."

Granny Smith beamed at him. "And a part of it you are. Now come on, let's get inside and have ourselves a proper celebration!"

The group moved towards the farmhouse, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Button Mash felt a sense of belonging he hadn't felt before.

With the sun setting over Sweet Apple Acres and casting long shadows over the trees of the apple orchard, Button Mash couldn't help but feel that, for the first time, even if he wasn’t near a familiar gaming console, he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Button Mash's Apple Family Hoedown!
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Button Mash Reunites the Apple Family!

Button Mash's Apple Family Hoedown!

Button Mash slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The room around him was bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight, filtering through a quaint, lace-curtained window. He stretched, feeling the soft quilt blanket covering him, its patchwork design a testament to the Apple family's rustic charm and solid communal work ethic. The bed he lay in was incredibly comfortable, with a mattress that felt like it was stuffed with the softest clouds.

As he sat up, memories of the previous day came flooding back. He recalled the overwhelming gratitude of the Apple family, their joyous faces, and the moment when Pear Butter had led him upstairs. Her gentle voice had been full of thanks, and she had insisted he take a well-deserved rest. In that moment it all seemed to come back to him, as if it had all been a pleasant sunlight-dappled dream. “If only…” Button Mash chortled to himself as he remembered last night’s events.

"Come on now, Button," Pear Butter had said, her eyes twinkling with a mix of relief and happiness. "Ya need a good night's sleep after all ya done for us. Can't have ya passin' out from exhaustion."

Button Mash had nodded, too tired to argue. Pear Butter had guided him through the cozy farmhouse, up a creaky wooden staircase, and into a charmingly simple bedroom. The room had smelled faintly of apples and fresh linens, and the bed had looked so inviting that Button had practically collapsed onto it, as the exhaustion supplanted any and all thoughts about his mother, who was probably worried sick about him, and all concerns about anything else in his life apart from the comfort of the bed.

Pear Butter had pulled the quilt up over him, tucking him in with motherly care. "Thank ya again, Button. We owe ya more than we can say."

Button had managed a sleepy smile. "Just glad I could help."

Returning to the new day that engulfed him, the drowsiness that racked him after yesterday’s action seemed to drain out of him. Now, fully awake, Button Mash took in the details of the room. The walls were adorned with family photos and framed embroidered pieces, each telling a story of generations of Apples. A wooden dresser stood against one wall, its surface covered with knickknacks and keepsakes. A rocking chair sat in one corner, an old patchwork quilt draped over its back. Everything about the room radiated warmth and love.

He swung his hindlegs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching out the last bits of stiffness. As he glanced out the window, he saw the familiar sight of Sweet Apple Acres, with its rolling orchards and neat rows of apple trees. The sight was comforting, like a scene from a beloved storybook.

Button made his way downstairs, the smell of fresh apple pie and other delicious treats wafting up to greet him. The sound of laughter and cheerful conversation grew louder as he approached the kitchen. When he entered, he was greeted by a sight that warmed his heart. The Apple family was gathered around the table, their faces lit with the joy of reunion. Button Mash pondered how nice it was that their family unit was so strong that even after being rescued from a state tantamount to death, they could all get back to business as usual within a day.

"Well, look who's finally awake!" Granny Smith called out, her youthful face breaking into a wide grin. "Did ya sleep well, Button?"

Button rubbed his eyes with a hoof and nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, I did. I feel like I slept for a year. How are you all doing?"

Pear Butter walked over and gave him a warm hug. "We're doin' great, thanks to you. We were just talkin' about how to properly thank ya for bringin' us all back together."

Button blushed and waved a hoof dismissively. "It was nothing, really. I'm just glad I could help. I don’t need anything."

Big Macareina chuckled. "Nothin'? You call bringin' ponies back from the dead nothin'? You're a hero, Button Mash."

Applejack nodded, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Big Macareina’s right. We owe ya more than we can say. But we can start by throwin' ya a proper Apple family hoedown!"

Button's eyes widened. "A hoedown? Oh, no, you don't have to do that. Really, I should be getting home."

Apple Bloom, now a wonderfully mature though young mare in the first years of her adulthood, bounced over, her excitement bubbling over. "No way, Button! Ya can't leave yet. We gotta celebrate! It's been ages since we had a good ol' fashioned hoedown."

Granny Smith winked at him. "You ain't gettin' out of this one, young'un. It's the Apple family way to throw a party for our heroes, and you sure are one."

Button Mash sighed, realizing he was outnumbered. "Alright, alright. I'll stay for the hoedown. But just for a little while, okay?"

The Apple family cheered, their excitement infectious. Pear Butter started organizing everything, delegating tasks with the ease of a seasoned party planner. "Applejack, you get the decorations. Big Macareina, you're in charge of the food. Apple Bloom, make sure we got plenty of games and activities."

Granny Smith clapped her hooves. "And I'll get the music goin'. We need some good tunes for dancin'."

As the Apple family busied themselves with the preparations for the hoedown, Button Mash found himself swept up in the whirlwind of activity. He offered to help multiple times, but each time, he was gently turned down.

"Naw, Button, you've done more than enough," Big Macareina said, patting him on the back. "This hoedown is our way of thankin' ya."

Applejack, juggling a stack of colorful streamers, nodded in agreement. "Yep! You just take it easy, Sugarcube. We want ya to enjoy the party as much as we will."

With everyone insisting that he rest, Button Mash decided to take a step back. He wandered outside, seeking a quiet spot where he wouldn't be in the way. He found a serene corner of the farm, where a large elm tree stood proudly among the apple orchards. It was one of the few non-fruit bearing trees on Sweet Apple Acres, its broad leaves providing a cool, shaded canopy.

Button Mash settled down at the base of the tree, leaning against its sturdy trunk. He closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the rustling of the leaves and the distant sounds of the Apple family preparing for the celebration. It was peaceful here, a perfect place to relax and let his mind wander.

"Hey there, Button Mash," came a cheerful voice, snapping him out of his reverie.

Button opened his eyes to see Apple Bloom trotting over. The young mare seemed to bounce her way over to the tree, her vibrant yellow coat glistening in the sunlight as it was complemented by her striking red mane, which was tied up with a large pink bow. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and gratitude.

"Hi, Apple Bloom," Button replied, smiling warmly. "What's up?"

Apple Bloom plopped down next to him, her youthful energy radiating even as she sat still. "I just wanted to thank ya again, Button. What ya did was amazin'."

Button blushed, feeling a bit shy under her earnest gaze. "It was nothing, really. I'm just glad I could help."

Apple Bloom shook her head, her bow bouncing with the motion. "It wasn't nothin'. Ya brought our family back together! That's somethin' real special."

Button looked down at his hooves, feeling a bit embarrassed by the praise. "I'm just happy I could do something good."

Apple Bloom noticed his shyness and gave him a playful nudge. "You're real humble, ain't ya? It's kinda cute."

Button's blush deepened. "Thanks, Apple Bloom. I'm not used to getting this kind of attention."

Apple Bloom giggled, her laugh like a bell. "Well, get used to it! You're a hero now. Besides, it's nice to see somepony who doesn't get all big-headed about things."

Button smiled, appreciating her kind words. "I guess I just don't see myself that way. I'm just... me."

Apple Bloom leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "And that's perfectly fine. Sometimes it's nice to meet somepony who's just themselves, ya know?"

Button nodded, feeling a sense of ease in her company. "Yeah, I get that. Thanks, Apple Bloom. It means a lot."

She beamed at him, her cheerful energy remaining infectious. "Anytime, Button Mash. Now, why don't ya relax a bit more? The hoedown's gonna be a blast, and we want ya to have the best time ever!"

Button chuckled, leaning back against the elm tree. "Alright, I'll try to relax. Thanks again, Apple Bloom."

Button Mash watched as Apple Bloom trotted away, her red bow bouncing with each step. He couldn't help but feel a bit amazed and even a little infatuated. Apple Bloom was not only kind and cheerful, but she had also taken the time to make him feel special. This was a new experience for Button, one that left him feeling both excited and nervous.

As he leaned back against the elm tree, his mind began to wander. He thought about his life back in Ponyville, where he spent most of his time immersed in video games. Being a gamer had its perks, but it also meant that he didn't get out much. He was used to the virtual worlds of action and adventure, where the stakes were high, but the interactions were limited to pixels and programmed responses. Real-life interactions, especially with fillies and mares, were a different story entirely.

Button had always been a bit of a loner, preferring the company of his gaming console to the hustle and bustle of social gatherings. In the virtual world, he was a hero, a champion who could conquer any challenge. But in the real domain of quotidian life, he often felt awkward and out of place. Compliments and attention from female ponies were rare, and when they did come, he usually didn't know how to handle them.

"Wow," Button thought to himself, "Apple Bloom is something else. She's so confident and friendly, especially for being such a young mare. And she called me cute! No pony's ever said that to me before."

He replayed their conversation in his mind, feeling a flutter of excitement every time he thought about her playful nudge and the way she had called him humble.

"This is crazy," he mused silently. "I've spent so much time in front of a screen, I never thought something like this could happen. Maybe it's time I start getting out more. Maybe there's more to life than video games."

As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, he was suddenly brought back to reality by the sight of Applejack walking across the farm. She was carrying two buckets connected by a carrying pole, her strong muscles flexing with each step as she balanced the makeshift yoke on her withers. She moved with an effortless grace, her orange coat glistening in the afternoon sun. Button couldn't help but admire her strength.

Applejack glanced over at him from the corner of her eye and gave him a playful wink. Button Mash felt his heart skip a beat. The wink was a small gesture, but it sent his mind racing. He was used to the straightforward challenges of video games, where every action had a clear consequence. But gosh…. in real life, especially when it came to interactions with ponies like Applejack and Apple Bloom, things were far less predictable.

"Whoa," Button whispered to himself, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as he questioned whether or not he was hallucinating. "Did she just wink at me? This is wild. First Apple Bloom, now Applejack. What is going on?"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "Okay, Button, keep it together. They're just being nice because you helped their family. Don't read too much into it. But still... this feels amazing."

As he watched Applejack continue on her way, Button felt a sense of determination building inside him. "Maybe it's time I start being a bit more like them," he thought. "Yeah…confident, friendly, open to new experiences. If they can see something special in me, then maybe I can too. Who knows, maybe I’ll make a move on one of them tonight,” Button Mash half-heartedly joked to himself.

Button Mash continued to relax under the elm tree, feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. He was still lost in his thoughts about Apple Bloom and Applejack, their kindness and attention swirling around in his mind like a pleasant dream.

Just as he was beginning to drift off into a comfortable daydream, he heard the soft sound of hoofsteps approaching. He looked up to see Bright Mac, arguably one of the prettiest mares of the family with a shimmering light yellow coat and a flowing red mane. Her presence was both calming and enchanting, and Button couldn't help but feel a little awestruck.

"Howdy, Button Mash," Bright Mac greeted him with a sweet southern drawl. Her voice was like honey, smooth and comforting.

Button sat up a bit straighter, trying to shake off his dazed expression. "Hi, Bright Mac. How are you?"

She smiled warmly at him, her green eyes twinkling with gratitude. "Ah'm doin' mighty fine, thanks to you. Ah just wanted to thank ya again for bringin' us all back together. It means the world to us."

Button blushed, feeling his heart rate quicken. "It was my pleasure, really. I'm just glad I could help."

Bright Mac stepped closer, her gentle gaze never leaving his. "You're too modest, Button. Ya did somethin' truly amazin'. Not many ponies coulda done what ya did."

Button felt his cheeks heat up even more under her praise. "I just... I just did what I thought was right."

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "You're a real hero, Button Mash. And heroes deserve to be thanked properly."

Before he could respond, she whispered something softly into his ear. "Never forget how special you are."

Then, to his utter surprise and delight, she gave him a tender kiss on the cheek. Button felt a jolt of electricity course through him at the touch of her lips, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. The spot where she kissed him felt like it was glowing, and he was left completely speechless, his mind reeling from the unexpected affection.

Bright Mac pulled back, a playful smile on her face as she watched his reaction. "Thank ya, Button. For everythin'."

With that, she turned and walked away, her tail swishing gently behind her. Button Mash remained rooted to the spot, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open in shock. He could hardly believe what had just happened. Bright Mac, one of the most beautiful and kind mares he had ever met, had kissed him on the cheek and called him special.

As she disappeared into the distance, Button brought a hoof up to touch the spot where her lips had brushed his skin. He was blushing furiously, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. This kind of attention was completely new to him. Sure, he had always been good at video games and had his fair share of victories in the virtual world, but receiving compliments and affection from real ponies, especially from such wonderful mares, was something he had never experienced before.

"Wow," he whispered to himself, still in a daze. "I can't believe that just happened. This is... this is incredible."

He leaned back against the elm tree, closing his eyes and replaying the moment in his mind. Bright Mac's sweet southern voice, her kind words, the feeling of her kiss on his cheek – it all felt like something out of some distant, elusive fantasy. And yet, it was real. It had happened. Button Mash felt like he was floating on a cloud, his heart soaring with a mix of happiness and disbelief.

"Maybe this is what it feels like," he thought to himself, "to be truly appreciated. It’s even better than Cider Season, haha,” Button Mash laughed under his breath.

In that moment, Button's thoughts were a swirl of emotions – joy, gratitude, and a newfound sense of confidence. For so long, he had seen himself as just another pony, content with his games and his quiet life. But now, he was starting to see that he had the potential to be so much more. The Apple family had shown him kindness, admiration, and a level of attention that he had never known before, even from his own family.

In truth, he was especially interested to see where things would go from there….

Within a few minutes, Button Mash, despite not feeling especially tired, found himself drifting off under the elm tree. The afternoon's pleasant weather, with its warm sun and cool breeze, created a perfect cocoon of relaxation. The gentle rustling of the leaves above and the soft caresses of the wind felt like nature itself was singing a lullaby just for him in this apple-filled idyll. He had never felt this kind of peace before; it was a sort of Arcadian serenity that seemed to wrap around him, easing every muscle in his body and quieting his busy mind. He sank deeper into the comfort of the moment, the world around him fading into a pleasant blur as he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

When Button Mash finally woke up, the sun had dipped much lower in the western sky, casting long, golden shadows across Sweet Apple Acres. He blinked a few times, taking in the changes around him. The once bustling farm now had an air of calm preparation, signaling the lull before the grand family celebration. As he looked around, his eyes widened in surprise and delight.

A hoofmade banner was strung up between two trees, swaying gently in the breeze. It read "Thank You, Button Mash!" in bright, cheerful red letters. Lanterns hung from branches and posts, their warm light beginning to flicker to life in the approaching twilight. The soft glow of the lights illuminated a covered gazebo area a few yards away from one of the barns. The sight was enchanting, like something out of a warm, half-remembered classic movie from Button Mash’s foalhood.

Button's eyes were drawn to the long picnic table under the gazebo, where the Apple family was putting the final touches on a fine arrangement of food and drink. The table was laden with an array of dishes, each one more mouth-watering than the last. He could see apple pies, their golden crusts glistening with a dusting of sugar; tall pitchers of cider, the amber liquid sparkling in the lantern light; bowls of fresh salads, the greens vibrant and crisp; and platters of roasted vegetables, their savory aroma drifting over to him even from a distance.

He could smell the sweet and tangy scent of baked apples, mingling with the rich, buttery fragrance of pastries fresh from the oven. The smoky aroma of roasted corn and the earthy scent of freshly baked bread added to the array of smells that teased his senses. Despite the distance, the tantalizing mix of scents made his stomach rumble in anticipation.

Button Mash felt a mix of emotions as he took it all in. He was kind of nervous, knowing he would be the center of attention at this hoedown. Being in the spotlight was not something he was used to; he had always been more comfortable blending into the background, especially when it came to social gatherings. But at the same time, he felt a surge of excitement and eagerness to spend more time with the mares of the Apple family. They had shown him such kindness and gratitude, and he wanted to soak up every moment of this newfound camaraderie.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Alright, Button," he thought to himself, "you've faced bigger challenges in your games. This is just a different kind of adventure. You can do this."

Button Mash watched as the Apple family moved around the gazebo, adding the final touches to the decorations and food. Applejack was arranging a bouquet of fresh flowers at the center of the table, her movements quick and efficient. Big Macareina was setting up a few more lanterns around the perimeter, their light emanating a warm, welcoming glow. Granny Smith, looking more youthful and spry than ever, was directing the younger ponies with a smile on her face.

As Button Mash observed the scene, amidst the worry, he felt a sense of belonging wash over him. He was part of something special, something that extended beyond the virtual worlds he had always known. This was real, and it was filled with warmth, love, and genuine, almost familial, connection.

With a final deep breath, Button Mash decided he was ready to join the festivities. He stood up, brushing off the bits of grass and leaves that clung to his coat, and began to walk towards the gazebo.

Button Mash took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he approached the gathering. The whole Apple family noticed him coming and immediately called out to him, their voices filled with warmth and excitement.

"Come on over here, Button Mash!" Applejack called, waving him over with a big smile.

"We saved the best seat for ya!" added Big Macareina, her deep yet feminine voice carrying a tone of genuine friendliness.

Button Mash felt a wave of shyness wash over him as he approached the long picnic table. He could feel all eyes on him, and the weight of their gratitude and affection was almost overwhelming. He awkwardly made his way to the central seat that they had reserved for him, feeling a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

"Uh, thanks, everypony," he mumbled, trying to find his voice as he took his seat.

Apple Bloom was seated to his left, her bright orange eyes shining with admiration. Applejack sat to his right, her expression replete with pride and appreciation. As he settled into his seat, Button Mash could feel the collective gaze of the entire Apple family on him, waiting expectantly.

Applejack leaned in and began pointing out the various dishes on the table with a didactic hoof. "This here is Granny Smith's famous apple pie. Ain't nothin' like it in all of Equestria," she said with a grin.

"And over here," added Apple Bloom, pointing to a bowl of fresh salad, "we've got some of Big Macareina’s garden salad. She grew all the veggies herself!"

Button Mash looked around, taking in the sheer variety of food that had been lovingly prepared. There were platters of roasted vegetables, bowls of crisp salad, freshly baked bread, jugs of cider, and of course, numerous other apple-based dishes. The smells were intoxicating, a symphony of savory and sweet aromas that made his mouth water.

As he looked around, the realization slowly dawned on him that he was the only stallion in an environment filled with mares. His cheeks flushed a deep red as the thought settled in, and he felt a bit self-conscious under their collective gaze.

Apple Bloom, noticing his blush, spoke up with a playful tone. "Aw, look at him, all humble and blushin'. Ain't he the cutest?"

The entire family erupted into hearty laughter, their voices mingling with the evening air. Button Mash's blush deepened, but he couldn't help but smile at the good-natured teasing.

"T-thank you, Apple Bloom," he managed to say, his voice a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "I'm just... not used to all this attention."

Applejack gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "Well, sugarcube, ya better get used to it. Ya did somethin' mighty special, and I reckon it makes complete sense why we're all so mighty grateful."

Button Mash looked around the table, meeting the eyes of each Apple family member. There was so much appreciation in their gazes, and he felt a warm glow of happiness in his chest. He was still nervous, but their acceptance and gratitude were slowly helping him to relax.

Granny Smith, who was now looking as lively as a filly, chimed in with a twinkle in her eye. "And don't forget the cider! Ain't nothin' better to wash down a good meal than some of our family’s finest."

Button Mash nodded, feeling more at ease with each passing moment. "I can't wait to try everything. It all looks amazing."

Apple Bloom nudged him in the hip playfully. "You're gonna love it, Button. We put our hearts into this meal…”

Unexpectedly, she stood up on her hindlegs and inched her mouth closer to Button Mash’s ear as she whispered breathily, “...just for you."

Button Mash smiled, his shyness beginning to melt away under the warmth of their hospitality. "Thank you, everypony. This really means a lot to me."

Button Mash was just beginning to relax when Applejack stood up and cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention. The cheerful chatter around the table died down, and all eyes turned to the orange mare. She had a look of determination and a hint of mischief in her eyes as she addressed Button Mash.

"Now, Button Mash," Applejack began, her voice strong and sincere, "before we start diggin' into this fine feast, there's somethin' important we need to do. It's a family tradition, one we use to thank ponies that have done right by the Apple family. And in yer case, it’s especially deserved."

Button Mash's curiosity was piqued, and he found himself leaning forward slightly, eager to hear what this tradition might be. Applejack stepped closer to him, her green eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat.

"Now, hold still," she said with a playful grin. Before he could fully process what was happening, Applejack reached out with her strong, calloused hooves and gently grabbed his head. She turned it towards her, and in a heartbeat, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

Button Mash's eyes widened in shock as he felt the warmth and softness of Applejack's lips on his. The kiss was firm yet tender; it lasted only a few seconds, but to Button Mash, it felt like time had slowed down. He could feel the slight roughness of her lips, the subtle taste of apples on her breath, and the strength in her embrace. His heart raced, and his mind spun in a whirlwind of emotions.

Just as quickly as it began, the kiss ended. Applejack pulled away with a light, musical laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Button Mash blinked a few times, trying to gather his thoughts and make sense of what had just happened. He could feel a deep blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Well, it seems like you ain't done that much kissin', huh?" Applejack teased, a playful smirk on her face.

Button Mash nervously admitted, "Uh, no, I haven't. Not really."

Applejack's expression softened, and she gave him a reassuring smile. "That's alright, sugarcube. It's a special tradition for us Apples, and you’ve more than earned it."

She turned to the rest of the family, her voice carrying a note of authority. "Alright, everypony, y'all know the tradition. We gotta give our thanks to Button Mash, each and every one of us."

The other mares of the Apple family exchanged knowing glances and smiles, each one stepping forward in turn. Button Mash's heart raced even faster as he realized what was about to happen. Applejack's kiss had been just the beginning.

Granny Smith trotted over with a mischievous grin. "Well, ain't this a fine tradition," she said with a wink. She gave Button Mash a surprisingly soft and tender kiss, her touch filled with the wisdom and warmth of many years.

"Thank ya, young'un," she said, patting his cheek affectionately.

The other mares followed suit. Apple Rose, Auntie Applesauce, and Sew 'n Sow each took their turn, their kisses ranging from quick and light to gentle and lingering. Button Mash could hardly believe what was happening. Each kiss left him feeling a mix of embarrassment, gratitude, and something he couldn't quite put into words. It was a whirlwind of sensations and emotions, and he felt almost dizzy by the time they were finished.

Bright Macareina approached, her eyes filled with genuine affection. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his cheek, and whispered, "Thank ya for bringin' us all back together." Then, she gave him a tender kiss on the lips, her touch soft and sweet, leaving Button Mash's heart pounding in his chest.

As Bright Macareina pulled away, Button Mash felt like he was floating. He had never experienced anything like this before. The attention, the gratitude, the kisses—it was all so overwhelming, but in the best possible way. He could see the genuine appreciation in their eyes, and it filled him with a sense of accomplishment and belonging that he had never known before.

To finish the cavalcade of kisses, Apple Bloom was last. The energetic young mare bounced over to Button Mash, her eyes shining with excitement. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, her youthful enthusiasm making the gesture feel light and playful. As if pondering what to do next, she paused for a second, then leaned back in as her lips connected with Button Mash’s, her smaller, inexperienced mouth opening to encircle the young stallion’s lips as she kissed him hungrily. As if acting with a mind of its own, Button Mash’s mouth instinctively opened, mimicking Apple Bloom’s lips as their tongues ever so briefly touched one another.

"O-oh my Celestia. That…that was amazing,” Apple Bloom uttered as she pulled back, clearly flustered. The young mare turned her gaze to her left, making eye contact with her older sister. “Applejack…can Button Mash be my special somepony? I think I wanna marry him!” she exclaimed with a giggle, all the while keeping her hooves on the young stallion.

Upon hearing this, Applejack and the rest of the Apple family laughed uncontrollably at the cute scene.

“Well, that’s a mighty fine question, but one for Button Mash to decide, Apple Bloom!” she said in between chuckles.

Not understanding the incongruity of her words or the general awkwardness of the situation, she turned her attention to Button Mash: “Sooo? Whaddya say? Wanna marry me? Will ya be my special somepony?”

“Sure,” laughed Button Mash with a clear tone of awkward dismissiveness. “Why not?”

“Yaay!” cheered Apple Bloom, who, believing she had attained a victory, bounced and pranced back to the huddled group of Apple family mares.

After the laughter had subsided, the Apple family erupted into applause and cheers, their voices blending into a joyful cacophony as the commended Button Mash on both his service to the family and for his ability to be such a good sport with the Apple family’s traditions, regardless of how unorthodox they were. Button Mash couldn't help but smile, his shyness momentarily forgotten in the warmth of their celebration.

"Thank ya, Button Mash," Applejack said, her voice carrying over the noise. "You've done somethin' real special for us, and we’re all mighty grateful!"

Turning to the other mares of the family she added a seemingly cryptic question: “So whaddya say gals, shall we make him the herd stallion? All those in favor, say ‘aye’.”

The group of mares, now looking at Applejack, answered her with a resounding chorus of “AYE”.

Button Mash, still reeling from the series of kisses and the overwhelming gratitude from the Apple family, blinked in confusion as Applejack’s question hung in the air. The resounding chorus of “AYE” from the group of mares didn’t help clarify things for him.

“Wait, what is this all about?” inquired Button Mash, the afterglow of the kissing quickly fading away.

Applejack chuckled warmly, her green eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. She leaned in closer to Button Mash, her voice soft and soothing. “Well, Button Mash, it’s a bit of an old tradition ‘round these parts. Ya see, a herd isn’t just a group of ponies—it’s a family, a community, a group that sticks together through thick and thin. And every herd needs a stallion to lead and protect it.”

Button Mash’s eyes widened as he tried to process this information. “You mean… you all want me to be your… herd stallion?”

Applejack nodded, her smile never wavering. “Eeyup, that’s right. We’ve all seen what a good heart ya have, and how ya went above and beyond to help our family. That’s the kind of stallion we want leadin’ our herd.”

Apple Bloom, who had been listening intently, piped up, “Yeah, Button! You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and a big heart. Plus, you’re super cute!” She giggled, her youthful energy infectious.

Bright Mac, standing beside Applejack, added, “It’s not just about leadin’, Button. It’s about bein’ part of a family, sharin’ in the good times and the bad. We believe you’re the right pony for the job.”

Button Mash felt his heart swell with a mix of pride, gratitude, and a touch of fear. This was a huge responsibility, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. “But… I’m just an ordinary pony. I’ve never done anything like this before. What if I mess up?”

Granny Smith, her eyes twinkling with wisdom and belying her youthful form, came over and patted Button Mash on the shoulder. “We all make mistakes, young’un. What matters is that you care, and we can see that you do. You’ve got a good soul, and that’s what counts.”

The other mares nodded in agreement, their expressions filled with warmth and encouragement. Button Mash looked around at the faces of the Apple family, seeing nothing but support and belief in him. It was overwhelming, but also deeply moving.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. “Okay,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “I’ll do it…and I’ll do my best. I don’t know if I’m ready, but I’ll try.”

Applejack’s smile widened, and she pulled him into a tight hug. “That’s all we can ask for, sugarcube. Welcome to the family.”

The rest of the mares joined in, enveloping Button Mash in a group hug that made him feel warm and safe. He could feel the love and acceptance radiating from them, and it filled him with a sense of belonging he had never experienced before.

As the hug broke up, Applejack stood up and returned to the table to grab a mug of cider with one of her hooves. Gesturing for the rest of the family to follow suit, the rest of the mares followed, picked up their ciders, and then raised their glasses. “Alright, everypony,” started Applejack. “Let's raise a toast to our new herd stallion, Button Mash!”

The mares all raised their glasses, their voices ringing out in unison. “To Button Mash!”

Button Mash, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride, raised his own glass and smiled. “To the Apple family.”

They clinked their cider mugs and glasses together, the sound echoing through the warm evening air. Button Mash took a sip of his drink, feeling a sense of contentment settle over him. This was his new family.

As they began to dig into the feast, Button Mash felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Applejack, a coy glint in her eye. “Now, Button, there’s one more part of the tradition we need to take care of.”

Button Mash raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “What’s that?”

Applejack leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The first dance of the hoedown goes to the new herd stallion. You ready to show off those dance moves?”

Button Mash’s eyes widened in surprise. “Uh, I don’t really know how to dance…”

Applejack laughed, the sound warm and infectious. “Don’t you worry, sugarcube. We’ll teach ya. Just follow our lead.”

She took his hoof and led him to the center of the open space, where the rest of the family was already gathering. The record being played on an old reliable gramophone struck up a lively tune, and Applejack began to lead Button Mash in a simple but energetic dance. He stumbled at first, his nerves getting the better of him, but Applejack’s steady guidance and the encouraging cheers of the family helped him find his rhythm. As they danced, Button Mash felt his worries melt away. He was surrounded by love and support, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly at home.

As the first dance of the night came to a close, Applejack led Button Mash to the side of the dance area, where they could catch their breath and talk without the music overpowering their voices. Applejack leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear.

“Button, there’s somethin’ else you need to know about bein’ the herd stallion,” she began, her tone gentle but serious. “It’s not just about protection and leadership. It’s also important to bring new, healthy genes into the Apple family. We gotta avoid those redundancies that come from too close a family circle, while ensuring a similar quality of offspring for all the mares in the herd.”

Button Mash blinked, trying to process what she was saying. “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

Applejack gave a small, understanding smile. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but basically, it means that as the herd stallion, you’ll be responsible for makin’ sure our family line stays strong and healthy. It’s about bringin’ new blood into the family, so to speak.”

Button Mash’s eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “You mean… I’m supposed to… with all of you?”

Applejack chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s a bit more complicated than that, but yes, that’s part of it. Don’t worry, sugarcube. We don’t expect you to jump into anything you’re not ready for. This is a family, after all.”

Button Mash’s mind raced, trying to wrap his head around the enormity of what Applejack was telling him. He had come here expecting to play a role just to be nice to a family he helped, and now he was being told he had a much bigger role to play in the Apple family than he could have ever imagined.

“But… I’ve never done anything like this before,” he stammered, feeling a mix of fear and uncertainty. “What if I mess up?”

Applejack placed a reassuring hoof on his shoulder. “You won’t mess up, Button. It’s as natural as anythin’ else in Equestria, after all! Just know that we chose you because we believe in you. You’ve got a good heart, and that’s what matters most.”

Button Mash took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “Okay. I’ll do my best. I just… I never expected any of this.”

Granny Smith smiled warmly. “Life’s full of surprises, ain’t it, darlin’? Just remember, you’re not alone.”

Applejack smiled at Button Mash. "Well, sugarcube, looks like it's your time to shine as the herd-stallion. And what better way to start than right now, with me as your first mare to help you get the hang of things. Don't you worry none, I'll guide you through it every step of the way."

Button Mash blushed at the unexpected offer, feeling excitement at the prospect of fulfilling his new role in the Apple family. He shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "I... I've never actually done it with a mare before, Applejack. I-I don't know if I can..." he stammered, his voice trailing off as he avoided her gaze.

“Well, Button, darlin’," Applejack said with a warm smile, "as the new herd-stallion of the Apple family, I reckon there’s no two ways about it. Sowin’ yer seed is kind of a prerequisite, if you catch my drift. Are you ready for this responsibility?"

Button Mash shifted nervously, looking up at Applejack with wide eyes. "I... I'm not sure if I'm ready, Applejack. I mean, I haven't done anything like this before. No…nothing. No hoof-holding. No kissing before all of what just happened a few minutes ago. I honestly had no idea what I was doing."

Applejack burst into laughter. “That’s a funny joke ya got yerself there, buckaroo! You really got me! Next thing ya be tellin’ me is that that there smooch there ya had with Apple Bloom was your first time French kissin’! ”

All the while, Button looked down morosely at the ground beneath his hooves.

Applejack chuckled softly, patting Button Mash on the back, a look of empathy replacing the smirk on her face as she understood he was speaking honestly. “That's alright, sugar cube. We all start somewhere. How ‘bout we take it slow and see where things go? Ah'll be your first test subject to help you get the hang of things. We can start with a simple kiss, if’n that sounds fine to ya…."

“O-okay. I guess that sounds fine.”

Applejack nodded at Button with a friendly smile. "Alright sugarcube, lemme show ya how it's done. Now don't be nervous, just mimic what I do." She leaned in slowly, giving him time to back away if he wanted. But when he stayed still, she pressed her lips gently to his in a brief, close-mouthed kiss to start off with. "There, see? Nothin’ to it. Just be soft and gentle." She pulled back to gauge his reaction. "How'd that feel? Not so scary, is it?" She gave an encouraging wink. "Now you try. Take your time, and don't be shy."

Button Mash took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He leaned in closer to Applejack, trying to mimic what she had done. His lips met hers tentatively at first, giving a soft, subtle kiss. As he pulled back slightly, he smiled shyly. "How's that? Not too bad for a first try?"

Applejack smiled back warmly. "Just right, city boy. You're a quick learner." She playfully nudged his shoulder with her own. "Wanna give it another go, see if ya can do even better?" Her eyes sparkled with encouragement.

Button grinned, feeling more at ease. "Well alright then, you twisted my hoof," he quipped.

He leaned in once more, kissing Applejack a little more surely this time. His lips moved gently against hers, slowly gaining confidence. When they parted, he asked softly, "How's that compare? Think I'm getting the hang of it?"

Applejack blushed a bit, smiling. "Considerable improvement, I'd say! You sure are a fast learner." She gave Button a playful wink.

Hesitantly, as if asking for an unspoken permission, he leaned in once more, taking the reins more assuredly. This time, his kiss lingered a bit longer, and he dared to open his lips ever so slightly. Applejack responded softly, one hoof reaching up to cradle the back of his head. When their lips at last parted, Button smiled bashfully. "How was that for round three?"

“Not bad at all, I would even venture to say it was mighty fine…” her voice trailed off as she couldn't help but notice something her eyes had just caught in the periphery of her vision. Amidst all the tender kissing, Button Mash’s member had been growing and hardening. Her eyes opened wide when she saw what the city pony had between his hindlegs, a massive cock.

“Well, I reckon that’s one way to get my attention,” she said as her eyes opened wide.

Button Mash looked at her with a blank stare, clearly embarrassed and not quite sure how to proceed.

Taking the lead, Applejack interjected. “The first thing you need to know is that mares like foreplay, a lot of it,” she said as she looked at him with a serious expression.

Button Mash nodded his head, showing that he was paying attention.

“So how do I…uh, do that?” he asked as he looked down at his cock.

Applejack smiled at him. “Don’t ya get too far ahead of yerself now with that monster ya got there,” she said, nodding in the direction of his hindquarters. “You can start by going down on me,” Applejack said as she reclined onto the soft grass underneath her, laid on her back, and spread her legs apart.

Button Mash looked at her with a surprised expression. He wasn’t quite sure what to say or do, especially since by this point the rest of the Apple family was intently watching from just a few yards away. He had never done that before, but he was willing to try.

He got on his knees and started to lick her slit. Applejack let out a loud moan as she felt his tongue going all over her wet, and by this point quite sweaty, pussy.

“Oh, fuck. darlin’, that feels so good,” she said as she grabbed his head and pushed it deeper into her exposed clit.

Button Mash kept going, his tongue going in and out of her pussy. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter.

“Now it’s time for the main event,” Applejack said as she pushed him away.

Button Mash looked at her with a confused expression. He didn’t know what to do next.

“You can start by putting it in,” Applejack said as she spread her hindlegs even wider apart to reveal an inviting, tight slit, now glistening with the young stallion's saliva.

Button Mash looked at her with a surprised expression. He had never done that before, but he was willing to try. After all, now was certainly not the time to waver.

He got on top of her and started to push his cock inside of her cunt. Applejack let out a loud moan as she felt his cock going deeper and deeper inside of her, stretching her out in the process.

“Oh, goodness, darlin’, that feels so good,” she said as she locked her hind legs around his rump and pulled him deeper inside of her.

Button Mash kept going, his cock mechanically and methodically, pumping in and out of her pussy, his instincts surpassing the need for any extra guidance. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter as the earth pony’s own vagina provided all the needed lubrication to accommodate Button’s eager movements.

Within a few moments, the inexperienced young stallion started to show signs that he was nearing his limit; his lips started to part slightly as the muscles of his body started to tense up.

“Oh, aah, geez Button…I reckon it's ‘bout time for ya to finish,” Applejack said as she looked at him with a serious expression and uttered the words in between moans as she took in his immense length and girth.

Button Mash nodded his head eagerly.

“Now that yer…ohh… the herd stallion, you’d better get used to cummin’ inside of me,” Applejack said as she writhed against him.

Button Mash looked at her with a surprised expression. This was the point of no return…

He started to fuck her harder and harder, his cock going in and out of her tight slit. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum,” he said as he looked at her with a vulnerable, needy expression.

Applejack nodded her head, showing that she was ready.

Button Mash continued to ram into her ever harder. He was teetering on a razor’s edge.

And then it happened. He unloaded pump after pump, rope after virile rope inside of her, filling her pussy with his white, viscous stallion cum.

Applejack let out a loud moan as she felt his cum filling her up.

“That was amazin’,” she said as she looked at him with a satisfied expression.

Button Mash nodded his head, showing that he was arguably more satisfied than he ever was in his life until that point.

They both lay there for a few moments, catching their breath.

“You’re a natural,” Applejack said as she looked at him with a proud expression.

Coming down from cloud nine for a moment, Button turned to see that the other members of the Apple family were still watching intently, desperate, eager countenances dominating their faces.

As if on cue, Big Macareina trotted over to Button and Applejack, her heavy hooves thudding softly on the dirt beneath her. She had watched from the side as Applejack had her way with Button Mash, and it had made her wet with desire. Big Macareina wanted to feel his dick inside of her, to be dominated by him despite her much larger size.

"Button Mash," she called out, her voice a low, breathy purr.

Button Mash looked up from where he was resting, still half-intertwined with Applejack, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw the tall, leggy mare approaching him.

"Big Macareina," he stammered, taken aback by her sudden appearance. "What can I do for you?"

"I…I want to ride you," she said bluntly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I want to feel you inside of me."

Button Mash hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. Big Macareina was much larger than he was, and he didn't want to hurt her (or, in all likelihood, get hurt himself). But she insisted, assuring him that she could take it and that she would be adequately careful.

"Alright," he said finally, his dick already starting to harden at the thought of being inside of her.

Big Macareina positioned herself over him, her massive hooves bracing themselves on the ground as she lowered herself down onto his throbbing member. She let out a low moan as she felt him enter her, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

Button Mash grunted, his hooves gripping her hips as he began to thrust up into her. Big Macareina's crotchtits jiggled with each movement at the bottom of her torso, the nipples of her teats hardening into tight little buds.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Button Mash gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt her slit clenching around him.

Big Macareina let out a loud moan, her body shuddering with pleasure. She started to ride him harder, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her orgasm.

Button Mash groaned, his balls tightening as he felt himself getting close. Even though he had just orgasmed, the novelty of the situation paired with his young age made his refractory period surprisingly short. He reached down and pinched one of Big Macareina's nipples, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, her body trembling as she came hard around his dick.

Button Mash couldn't hold back any longer, his cock throbbing as he filled her pussy with his seed. Big Macareina milked him for every last drop, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

When it was all over, Big Macareina climbed off of Button Mash, a satisfied smile on her face.

"That was amazing," she said, her voice husky with desire. "Yer sooo darn good at this."

Button Mash grinned, his dick still half-erect.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, pulling her in for a deep kiss, filled with a newfound confidence and bravado. "I can't wait to do it again."

Big Macareina chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Neither can I," she said, nipping at her bottom lip. "But next time, I want you to be on top."

Button Mash raised an eyebrow comically, intrigued by the challenge.

"Alright," he said, his dick already starting to harden again. "I'm up for it…but I guess it'll have to wait for next time; it seems like there is quite a line for my services, and I wouldn’t want to keep anypony waiting on me," he said jovially, casting his gaze up toward the rest of the mares who were still watching him.

All the while, during this encounter, Granny Smith watched Button Mash’s eyes bulge from the side of the room. Big Macareina was going to town on the stallion, slamming her hips down into his pelvis with all her might. Her ass cheeks bounced with every movement. The look of ecstasy on her face was priceless and utterly unparalleled. Surely if the young stallion could satisfy a mare as large as Big Macareina, he could do the same for Granny.

She felt her own revitalized and eager sex twitch as she watched, rekindled feelings boiling and percolating within her. She hadn’t felt that kind of desire in years.

Granny pushed herself to move from where she was standing and watching the action unfold; she silently trotted over to Button. Her crotchtits were much smaller than Applejack’s and Big Macareina’s and she had a few wrinkles on her chest, but overall, she was still in good shape for her age, especially given how much younger her time in the magic grove had made her.

“Button, I’m ready to go,” Granny said, her voice breathy with arousal.

Button looked at her in surprise. She had never shown any interest in him in this way before, and he had always thought she was too old for him, especially if her primary reason for being intimate with him was to have foals. However, Button reconsidered his assumptions and corrected himself, understanding that her time under the magical influence of the grove likely made her fertile once again in addition to making her look decades younger than she once had.

“Are you sure, Granny?” he asked, wanting to make sure she wasn’t just caught up in the moment.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Granny replied. “Now come on. I want to feel that mighty big cock of yours deep inside me, and don’t give me no lip ‘bout it young‘un.”

Button’s eyes widened at her dirty talk. He had never heard Granny talk like that before, and it was a huge turn-on. He quickly stood up and followed her a couple of paces to the right of where he had been on the grass with Big Macareina.

Granny led him to a patch of grass just to the side of the main house but still visible by the crowd of eagerly awaiting mares. “I want you to take me right here on the ground,” Granny said, her voice low and sultry.

Button’s dick throbbed, acting as if it had a mind of its own. Although he was certainly loath to tell a soul, he had always had a thing for older mares, and Granny was no exception.

Granny looked at him with lust in her eyes before getting to the main event of the show. She reached out and ran her hoof along his sweat-moistened coat, feeling the young, now warmed-up muscles ripple under her touch. She then moved her hoof down to his still impressively erect cock, which was already rock hard and large enough to make her physically jolt at the sensation of feeling it in all of its majesty.

“Mmm, you’re so big,” Granny murmured, wrapping her hoof around his shaft.

She started to stroke him, slowly at first, but then faster and harder as he remained steadfastly on his hooves. Button threw his head back and moaned, feeling his orgasm build up from a previously spent state.

But Granny wasn’t done yet. She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting his precum.

Button groaned, feeling his balls tighten. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. In his own mind, the taboo nature of getting blown by a grandmother overtook his body's need for a recovery period. It was almost as if his body was telling him to slow down but his mind had a course separate from the weak limitations of his until recently virgin flesh.

Granny sensed his impending orgasm and pulled back. She stood up and turned around, bending over and sticking her ass out.

“Fuck me, Button,” she said, her voice replete with unfettered lust.

Button didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind her and slid his cock into her pussy.

Granny gasped as he filled her up. She was so wet and tight, and it felt amazing.

Button started to thrust, going slow at first, but then picking up speed. Granny met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together.

Button reached around and grabbed Granny’s crotchtits, squeezing them roughly. Granny moaned, loving the spontaneous roughness amidst the already torrid scene.

“Yea, Button, but harder, ya hear!” she begged.

Button obliged, slamming into her with all his might. Granny screamed, feeling her own orgasm mount.

Suddenly, Button pulled out and spun Granny around. Gathering the strength he had left, he lifted her up and impaled her on his cock, her hindlegs wrapped around his waist.

Granny moaned as he started to thrust again. She reached down and started to rub her clit with a desperate hoof, feeling herself get closer and closer to the edge.

Button felt his own orgasm building. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Suddenly, Granny’s pussy instinctively clenched around his cock, and she cried out primally as she came. Button felt her juices flow down his shaft, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

He thrust once, twice, and then he was coming too, filling Granny up with his hot, sticky cum.

They stayed like that for a few moments, panting and sweating. Finally, Button pulled out and set Granny down on the soft ground.

Granny looked up at him with a sated smile.

“That was plum amazin’, Button,” she said, her voice soft and dreamy.

Button grinned, feeling proud of himself.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Granny,” he said with a spent suaveness.

From the side, even though she knew making the young stallion go for another round would be challenging, Pear Butter's wavy golden mane bobbed determinedly in the light breeze passing across the evening landscape of the farm as she watched Button Mash from afar.

“Consarn it," Pear Butter whispered to herself. "I'm going for it."

She trotted over to Button Mash, and peered at him from under her golden mane as Granny Smith collected herself and walked back to the crowd of the Apple family’s mares.

"Hey there, Button Mash," Pear Butter said, her voice dripping with desire. "I was wondering if you wanted to, you know, do it."

Button Mash looked up, surprised but intrigued.

"Uh, sure," he stammered. "I mean, yeah, let's do it. I don’t know how much…uh, I can provide in the way of making sure you have a foal," he looked down and peered back toward his undercarriage, “I think I’m nearly drained, if you know what I mean, but who knows, we’ll see I guess!”

Pear Butter's heart raced as she climbed on top of Button Mash, her hooves digging into his coat. She leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Ya best start up again, Button Mash. I want to ride you."

Button Mash did as he was told, somewhat comforted that he wouldn't have to prop himself or do the physical work of thrusting or carrying Pear Butter. Soon the two ponies were lost in their own world. Pear Butter's body moved in rhythm with Button Mash's, her lactating teats spraying milk all over him. The sensation was overwhelming and Pear Butter could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Although Button mash could not see what was happening initially, he could certainly feel the moisture from down where Pear Butter’s crotchtits were. It was certainly moist, but almost unobtrusive in its wetness and undoubtedly warm. He looked down to see how with each crash of her hips on his member, a steady stream of milk erupted and sprayed onto his lower abdomen.

“Wow, what the heck is that?!”

But Pear Butter paid his comment no mind as she squinted her eyes shut and tensed her face and shoulder muscles, keeping her forelegs and outstretched hooves firmly on Button’s torso to give her both balance and a solid support for her lower body’s concerted grinding against the young stallion.

Suddenly, Pear Butter's body tensed up, and she let out a loud moan as she came. Button Mash followed suit, his own orgasm meeting Pear Butter's as the two ponies collapsed in a heap.

As they lay there, recovering their breath and covered in sweat, Pear Butter looked over at Button Mash and smiled.

"That was fuckin’ grand!" she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Button Mash grinned back at her, his own smile just as wide.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed. "Can we do it again sometime?" his exhaustion briefly overtaken by how smitten he was with Pear Butter in that moment.

Pear Butter laughed and leaned in to nuzzle Button Mash's neck.

"Of course, Button Mash," she said through a thinly veiled laugh. “Guess ya could say it’s one of the perks of bein’ a herd-stallion.

Button Mash was pretty near the point where he thought he would blackout from a combination of pleasure, shock from the rapid changes in his life, and physical fatigue. However, he knew he had at least one last mare, he wanted to be with. Button knew his initiation into his job as the leader of the herd wouldn't be complete until he had Apple Bloom; after all, she was a young mare now and fully legal.

Button Mash knew that in contrast to the encounters that had just occurred, he would have to go out and initiate this one himself. Feeling determination in his steps as sweat dripped from his brow, he walked over to where the mares were standing. Apple Bloom was standing to the left of Applejack. He walked up to the ponies, not wasting any time.

“Now hold on there, Button!” shouted Applejack jovially, who thought that the young stallion was after her. “I am bound to get knocked up from our roll in the hay, don’t you worry ‘bout that! Ya so eager for seconds already?”

Without even turning his head toward Applejack to acknowledge her comment, Button walked beside her, took one of Apple Bloom’s hooves in his, and led her forcefully away from the group. Apple Bloom let out a little whelp of excitement and shock as she smiled to the group of mares and gave a perfunctory victory smirk to her older sister, as if to say, “that’s right, he chose me!”. Not wanting to interrupt the scene and knowing that the young mare was certainly old enough (as she had her cutie mark and had for a few years now), they silently gave their own smiles of approval, contented that she would join the group of mares in bringing forth a new generation of Apple foals.

After leading the smaller mare over to the area where he had already consummated his role as herd stallion with the other mares, he laid Apple Bloom on her back, splayed open her legs and took in the sight. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The most gorgeous little pony he had ever seen was splayed out on her back right in front of him. Her hooves were positioned out to the sides and her eyes were locked onto his own. Her breaths were coming in hot and fast, and he could see her chest heaving with each intake. She looked like she was waiting for him to do something.

“This. Is. Amazing.” Button thought to himself as he inspected the mare in front of him. She was physically much smaller than he was, but her energy was boundless. He had become infatuated with her cheerfulness from afar that day, but he had never really thought about her like this. That is, before this unique opportunity presented itself.

He stepped closer to her, and she didn’t move. He could see the curiosity in her eyes, and he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He moved his hooves closer to her, and she gasped as he pinned her down.

“Button Mash…” she whispered, and he could hear the desire in her voice. He leaned down closer to her, and she closed her eyes in anticipation. He could feel her breath on his face, and he knew that he had her right where he wanted her.

He started to nibble at her neck, and she moaned softly. He could feel her smaller body trembling beneath him, and he knew that she was his for the taking. He moved his hooves down to her chest, and he could feel her heart pounding beneath his touch. He started to massage her crotchtits as he worked his hooves ever lower, and she arched her back in pleasure.

He could feel her nipples hardening beneath his touch, and he knew that she was getting closer to the edge. He moved his hooves down to her belly, and she gasped as he started to massage her there. He could feel her muscles contracting beneath his touch, and he knew that she was ready for him, unequivocally and unabashedly ready for all he was bringing.

He moved his hooves down to her hips, and he could feel her body trembling with anticipation. He positioned himself above her, and she moaned softly as she felt him enter her. He started to move his hips, and she matched his rhythm. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, and he knew that she was close.

He started to move his hips faster, and she moaned louder. He could feel her body tightening around him, and he knew that she was about to cum. In this sense, her eagerness to reach the edge only spoke to her inexperience and youth. He moved his hips faster and faster, and she screamed out in pleasure as she came, clenching both her eyelid and her core muscles as the novel sensation washed over her and quite literally took the breath right out of her chest. He could feel her tight, supple body contracting around him involuntarily and raggedly, and he knew that he had satisfied her.

He pulled out of her, and she opened her eyes. She looked up at him with a warm smile on her face, and he knew that he had done his job. He had claimed her as his own as he had with the other mares, and she was now his to keep, defend, and lead. He leaned down and kissed her softly, and she wrapped the hooves of her forelegs around his neck.

He knew that he would never let her go, and he knew that she felt the same way. They were meant to be together, and he would do whatever it took to make her happy. He would protect her and his herd, and he would love her for the rest of their lives, as he would the rest of the mares in his herd.

11 months later:

Button Mash stroked Applejack's back with his hoof as she groaned in pain. "Almost there, Applejack," he said, trying to sound soothing and comforting. "I can see the head! Keep pushing."

Applejack snorted, her face screwing up in determination. "In the name of Celestia, Button Mash, this is damn harder than Ah thought."

Button Mash chuckled. "Of course it is. After all, it’s called ‘labor’ for a reason."

Around this scene of birth were the other mares of the Apple family, each one of them heavily and visibly pregnant, themselves mere days away from delivering their first foal from Button Mash. Granny Smith paced around the birthing stall, wringing her hooves together as her belly hung low near the ground. "Oh, dear me, oh, dear me," she muttered under her breath. "I never thought I'd see the day when my lil’ Applejack would be having a foal."

Apple Bloom and Big Macareina stood off to the side, watching with wide eyes as they too knew that the moment at which they would bring new life into Equestria was also just around the corner. Apple Bloom was particularly excited, her tail swishing back and forth with anticipation.

Button Mash focused his attention back on Applejack, his eyes flicking down to her swollen belly. "Okay, Applejack, one more push," he said, his voice firm.

Applejack gritted her teeth and pushed, her whole body shaking with the effort. And then, with one final groan, she gave birth to a beautiful, healthy foal.

Button Mash carefully lifted the foal up, cleaning it off and wrapping it in a warm blanket. "Congratulations, Applejack, it’s a beautiful colt," he said, beaming with pride. "You did it!"

Granny Smith hobbled over, tears in her eyes. "Oh, Applejack, you've made me so proud," she said, nuzzling her granddaughter. “He looks just like our wonderful herd stallion, don’t he?” she said looking down at her new descendent.

Apple Bloom and Big Macareina crowded around, oohing and aahing over the new foal.

But then, suddenly, Applejack's body tensed up again. "What in tarnation?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. "I thought I was done!"

Button Mash's eyes widened in shock. "What the... Applejack, you're having another foal?"

Applejack nodded, her face screwed up in pain again. "Yeah, I think so," she grunted.

Button Mash quickly got back to work, helping Applejack deliver the second foal. And then, to his surprise, a third, a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth.

"Holy sh…," he muttered before shock overtook his train of thought, Button Mash’s eyes wide with disbelief. "I've never seen anything like this before."

Applejack collapsed back onto the birthing stall, exhausted but elated. "Six foals," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't believe it."

Button Mash chuckled, his eyes softening with affection. "Well, you certainly did it, Applejack," he said, nuzzling her gently. "You're a natural mother."

Pear Butter also beamed with pride, her eyes shining with tears. "I'm so proud of you, Applejack," she said, comforting her daughter.

Apple Bloom and Big Macareina crowded around, their eyes wide with wonder. "Wow, Applejack, you're amazing, I hope I have just as many foals as you!" Apple Bloom said, her voice filled with awe.

Big Macareina nodded in agreement, her green eyes filled with admiration. "Yeah, Applejack," she said, her voice gruffly supportive but feminine. "You're the best."

Applejack smiled, her heart swelling with love for her family. She knew that raising six foals wouldn't be easy, but with Button Mash by her side and her family's support, she knew she could do it.

And so, as she snuggled up with her six new foals, she knew that she had never been happier.

Button Mash watched with a soft smile as Applejack snuggled up with her six new foals, her eyes shining with happiness and his with love, the love of a stallion of his herd, who was always there for his mares and his foals. He leaned down and kissed her gently, his heart swelling with affection. "I'm proud of you, Applejack, just know that," he whispered in her ear.

Applejack looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Button Mash," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "For everything."

Button Mash chuckled, his eyes softening with affection. "Anytime, Applejack," he said, nuzzling her gently. "Anytime."