Can Misty Come?

Misty closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Holding it for a moment, she exhaled and opened her eyes again, looking around to all her friends. A grin started to form. She gently leaned back against the pillows and squirmed into a comfortable resting position. Folding open her legs once again, she tightened her stomach so as to tilt her pelvis into view. There she was. She locked eyes with her little mare friend. She thought to herself, I don't understand you, But I'm going to figure you out, and I'm gonna beat you, and you're going to give me what I want.

Misty then took her left hoof and started to prod her bulbus end. To her surprise she could feel the tingling sensation from her clitoris once again. Her little respite had allowed her dulled senses to return. She'd better not go too hard on it, otherwise it might disappear again, she thought. In fact, giving the whole area a little break from all the abuse had allowed the blood to really start flowing, and it felt hot, very hot. She could feel the heat penetrating through her hoof even before she touched it. Deciding to start off simple, she began mushing around her clitoris underneath her vulva, rocking around the flat of her hoof like she was rolling a piece of dough. It felt nice, really nice. Her clitoris still sent tingles up her spine each time it popped from side to side under her folds. This time the feeling was softer, not so intense, just right even. She discovered she could push down really hard, and it wouldn't hurt at all. The pressure from above seemed to be matched by the pressure coming from below, and after a particularly hard stroke out popped a little pulse of warm lubricant, fresh from her hole to re-wet her dry sticky lips. Misty took advantage of the freshly wetted flesh, and slid the flat of her hoof down towards her tail under intense pressure like a rolling pin. Her lips buckling open at the front of her stroke and re-sealing at the back.

Suddenly, her clitoris winked all on its own, and hit the back of her hoof sending a shiver through her whole body. A sensation much more intense than any before. Misty immediately recoiled her hoof in shock from the involuntary motion. What had just happened? She hadn't tried to wink, it just moved like it was somepony else who did it. Freezing for a moment, she cautiously tried the same move again. Pushing down really hard she started from the smooth rubbery base and moved back down to her tail. Again, as soon as the edge of her hoof past over the beginning of her slotted opening, Misty’s clitoris popped up all on its own and slapped the back of her frog. It was the exact same feeling of her muscles contracting like a wink, only, she wasn't the pony who was doing it this time. It also seemed that her clitoris hitting her felt soo much better than her hitting her clitoris. Okay Miss Button, she thought, I got you figured out, as she smiled to herself. Misty proceeded to perform the same stroke over-and-over, the sensation becoming more intense each time her button winked in response to the specific massage.

“The old rolling pin technique... Nice! I have a toy for that right here if you want,” Izzy shouted from her bed, as she lay on her side, chin propped up on her hoof.

“Is that? Is that my rolling pin from the kitchen?” Sunny asked.

“Umm... no?”

Misty ignored them, she was too engrossed in the sensation because now that strange pressure was starting to build again, already surpassing what she had felt before. As an added bonus, the clear slippery fluid was flowing faster, enabling her to increase the rate of her strokes while pressing down even harder. Each press spilt a little more over the edge, until her rump and dock were almost completely drenched, dark streaks of wet blue fur running down her posterior. The flat-hoof technique would squirt a little out the sides each time, so that the wet was traveling up the sides of her inner thighs as well. Then all of a sudden...

“Uhhhhmmm!”

Misty immediately stopped everything and held up her hooves to cover her mouth. The noise she just made definitely came from her, but she wasn't the one who spoke it.

“It looks like we have ourselves a little screamer!” Pipp shouted melodiously from the foot of the bed.

“A screamer? What's that?”

“Some mares and stallions can't help but vocalize when they’re doing-the-deed as they say. It's just something some ponies do sometimes. Don’t worry, it’s totally normal”

“So, Miss Button can control your mouth too?”

“Miss Button! Ha!” Pipp snorted, “Yes, I suppose ‘she’ can. It's not personally my thing, but you-do-you Misty. Whatever you're feeling, let it out girl”

“Don't worry Misty. I like to scream too,” Zipp proudly proclaimed.

“Yeah you do Zipp! She used to keep everyone awake at night back at the castle”

“So do I,” Sunny said sheepishly while raising her hoof.

Everypony turned to Izzy.

“Contrary to what everypony is probably thinking... I... do not. But I like hearing it though!”

Sunny grabbed Misty's hoof. “It's okay Misty. Keep going, you're getting closer”

Misty, wide-eyed and excited now, returned to business only to realize that during her brief pause in action, instead of dissipating, the feeling of pressure had only increased. The heat too. She could now start to feel the radiating heat pulse in time with her increasing heartbeat. And without her hoof in the way, she saw that Miss Button’s little house had become noticeably bigger, to the point where the pink rim around the inner edge was starting to poke out all on its own. She returned to pushing and sliding, this time with her right hoof pressing on the back of her left to push even harder.

“mmmh!.... sorry”

Again strange noises came out of her own mouth. She was usually such a quiet pony, she thought, and she didn't really want to make any noise, but out they came anyway. After a few strokes the pressure inside had become so intense, that it was now uncomfortable to press down on. Something felt very full down in there. The sensation had now become too unbearable to continue. She opted to try Zipp's method, thinking that it would be the least likely to cause unwanted pressure. She went slowly at first, just to be careful in case it hurt too. To her surprise, unlike last time, it didn't just feel like scratching a really good itch, it was a whole new sensation of good. Waves of sensitive shivers rippling out from her pelvis, almost like pain, but nothing like pain at the same time. Some sort of pain that she desired. Zipp was right! She picked up the pace greatly, almost as if she had no choice. And it was easy too, by this time she was covered in so much more slick self-lube. It started to spray everywhere as she flung her hoof side-to-side.

“uhh!... sorry... mmmmhu! sorry... Oow!... soWWrry”

All the girls looked on bemused at the scene before them. Pipp had to avert her gaze as a droplet of Misty's precum was headed straight towards her eye. As she looked down, she realized that she had sub-consciously began mimicking Misty's motions on herself.

“Wow this is getting kinda Hot!” She leaned over and whispered to Zipp while maintaining direct eye contact with Misty's drenched flank.

“Way ahead of you Pipp!” Shouted Izzy from across the way.

She was still on her side, only now she was pulling her raised back hoof nearly backwards and shoving a massive homemade dildo in and out. Like some kind of pony contortionist. Pipp looked down at Zipp only to see she was doing just the same as herself. Without slowing down even a little, Zipp continued her Zipp method and slowly leaned over to Pipp while keeping her eyes fixed on Misty, and whispered.

“I taught her that”

Misty continued to go at it, making funny little noises as she went, only now with less apologizing, as she could no longer concentrate on saying words good.

Huffing and profusely sweating now, Misty was manically masturbating. She wasn't even smiling anymore. Like before, her foreleg was getting sore, but this time was different, she was compelled to continue, the burning in her shoulder be damned. This wasn't like some common itch, this was something else entirely. This itch must be scratched, this itch demanded to be scratched, there was no stopping it. And now the pressure inside was unbearable on its own. It didn't matter if she pushed, winked, or stopped wanking entirely, it felt like something was going to pop inside regardless. She continued the rhythm, faster than before. But she was topped out, she physically could not go any harder. She held her pace at max speed for another few seconds, every flicking sensation as vibrant as the first, but it just wasn't enough. Her rate began to faulter, and her strokes began to elongate just as before. And just as her foreleg was about to stall out, in her frustration she gave three big slaps directly down on the center of her pelvis, the last she held down tight while arching her back.

“huuh!... Huuha!...... Hmmmmmnnnnn!!!”

Misty collapsed back against the pillow, panting heavily. She dropped her arched back. Breathing in and out, the room had become noticeably moist, and the air was full of mare. Not just from Misty, but from everypony's activity's even from before she arrived. She lay there exhausted and in pain. Her mare bits throbbing with her heartbeat, something deep inside being stretched to the limit. It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough! This was awful. What was she supposed to do now? Would this pain ever go away? Has Miss Button won? Misty lay there for a moment, mind a blur.

“No!” Misty resolved. “I'm going to beat you. I! AM! GOING! TO! CUM!”

With her left hoof out of commission. She went for her right. She gripped the bed sheet tightly with her left, bracing herself as she raised her right hoof all the way in the air for her master strike. But just as she was about to deliver the finishing blow, she remembered that she had been previously using righty to play with her butthole. And that was gross. She looked up at her hoof poised and ready to go, and right there on the edge of the hoof was a little brown streak, not much, but still really really gross.

Misty halted what she was doing, and went to go wipe-off her hoof on the side of Sunny's bed. She made sure to sweep her hoof back and forth multiple times with really long strokes against the fabric, because let’s face it, without soap and water she was never going to get it all off, even if she couldn't smell it anymore. So she at least wanted to buff it off really really good. As Misty was wiping, she smeared her hoof across a cold, wet and slimy section of the fabric that was draped over the side. She immediately felt it and lifted her hoof to see that it was covered in a thick viscous whitish substance. Perplexed, she brought it in close and gave it a whiff.

As soon as the vapors from the mysterious substance entered her nostrils, a switch was thrown deep within Misty's brain. Some arcane mechanism laying in slumber, unknown to her for her whole life. It wasn't much, the scent was weak, but the change was definite. Keep smelling this smell, was its command. Misty didn't know how she knew, but she knew, this had to do with Miss Button. Almost under a hypnotic spell Misty obeyed its command. She sensuously inhaled another deep breath while slowly closing her eyes, so as to concentrate more clearly on the smell. And with it her little mare began to tingle even without having been touched. The smell was familiar, yet too faint to remember.

“What is this?”

Sunny realizing what misty was holding, she fessed up in embarrassment. “Oh I, uh, I think that's mine. You see Pipp was helping me out earlier and I think I got a little-”

“-It Stinks,” Misty cut off Sunny's explanation, not really caring about the why. Her slow speech made it seem as if she was addressing no pony in particular.

“Well it's summer you see, and it's been really busy at the smoothie stand, and I stayed late, so when I got home I didn't really have time to take a shower, so I went straight to bed and-”

“-No it stinks, and I think I like it... This came from you?”

Sunny's cheeks immediately flushed to red. “Well. Yeah”

“Can I... Can I smell you?”

“Uuuuhhh...” Sunny hesitated, but her giving nature quickly won out. “Sure Misty, whatever you need”

She turned around and lifted up her tail, curling it all the way back to give Misty an unobstructed area to sniff. She backed up over the edge of the bed, far enough so that Misty would not have to lean over to reach from where she was laying. A little too embarrassed to watch Misty awkwardly smell her in front of all her friends, she just staired straight ahead to avoid any eye contact, smiling nervously. Misty closed her eyes and lightly rested her muzzle right at the base of Sunny's slot where it met the anus. She drew in a deep breath right from the source. The sickly-sweet smell of a mare sweating all day in the sun, sweaty-fresh-body-odor steeped between the folds of skin and labia that never leave each other’s sides. All mixed with the freshly-crusted secretions so lovingly drawn out by a pink princess. And yes, even the unavoidable scent of manure that leaks out over a hard day's work, smelled as good to Misty in this moment as anything she had ever experienced before. Misty now fully remembered this fragrance. She had smelled it many times before. Many a time had Opaline sent her out for a hard day’s labor, or even a several days journey without restroom or shower. And she had smelled this smell coming from her own self. But this smell was different, sure it had the same profile and undertone’s, but it had the distinct difference of smelling, not exactly, but also entirely like..

Not Misty.

And with that, this assault from all directions, both of mental and physical pleasure, the Misty that was, was no longer. She was gone. and in her place... an animal of pure instinct and carnal desire.

In what felt like a dream, Misty opened her eyes. Her vision was dimmed, but she could see all her friends around her, engaged in the same carnal act as she, and she understood. Even though she was experiencing immense pain, she became relaxed, comfortable even. Eyes half-lidded, and her mouth slightly ajar, Miss Button was in full control, every movement, every action was that of pure instinctual response. Misty could only watch now as her hoof returned to her wet throbbing folds, and slowly but confidently began to stroke.

“Aaahhhnnmm!”

Miss Button's ancient language was spoken once again, and Misty didn't even have the slightest desire to hold them back. Or maybe she did? It didn't matter, because Miss Button wasn't just in control of her body, she had control of her mind now too. Misty's chest drew in another breath, filling herself with another cloud of Sunny's essence. But this time it wasn't just Sunny. It was Pipp and Zipp and Izzy as well, and even herself. She had become sensitive to everything, even the smell of Izzy's crusty toys that lay around her.

“Uuhhhhhhhhhmm!”

Misty closed her eyes, and the vision of her friends were replaced in her mind’s eye, showing her an indistinct writhing mass of faceless mares spreading out to infinity. All performing the same acts as she. The sounds of herself and her friends around her, morphed and multiplied into the endless moans and plaps of the crowd she saw before her, as she lay there, prone to all. These mares were all the mares who had cum before her since the dawn of time. But No! They were not acting as she. She was acting as them! They were acting as one! She did not have to beat Miss button because Miss button wanted what Misty wanted the whole time. In this moment they were one in the same.

“Huuuuaaahhhhh!!!”

That was that. She had crossed the limit. The point of no return. With one final involuntary slap of Miss Button herself, Misty's nervous system was set a-fire. Every inch of her body from hoof to snout, even deep inside her skull, twinkled and buzzed like the afterglow of an Equestria day firework.

Misty basked in the glory of this feeling letting it wash over her, her eyes pinched shut, a moment that seemed to freeze time itself. Every neuron saying 'Yes!' in unison. She could have never even conceived of such an experience. There were no words to adequately describe, there were no thoughts even, it was just... Pleasure!

But now, her task complete, Miss Button abruptly abandoned Misty. Suddenly clarity returned to her and Misty was once again herself. Only now, she felt different. This wasn't over, she could feel her biology unlocking within, something was coming. Oh, I get it! misty thought to herself, Come! Misty was going to CUM!

Her pain sharply increased as her never-been-used muscles deep within started to contract. Their unstoppable will pulled with all their might against their poor atrophied tendons. Misty's relaxation immediately turned to panic.

“Ohh!... Ohh!. Oww! Somethings happening Guys!”

“Oh! Oh my stars! I completely forgot! Misty don't cum yet, I need to get my phone!”

Pipp flew off towards the desk next to her bed.

“I. Oww! I.. Ohh.. I don't know how!”

A hot stinging sensation started to travel within, and with it the pain of pressure shifted as well.

“Ugh! Where is it? I just put it down...” Pipp said while frantically throwing items from her drawer.

“Just like before Misty! Just like when you stop yourself during a tinkle,” Izzy yelled as she trotted up close from her bed to get a better look.

“Miss Button. Unngggh! stops the cum too?”

“Yes Misty! Yes she does. Now quick before it's too late”

The searing heat had almost made its way to the surface before Misty performed a wink and held down on it as tight as she could. The heat stopped right in its tracks, but with it a sudden increase of pain and sting. Misty let out a labored yelp, which caused her to squeeze her eyes shut and grab the sides of the mattress with both her fore hooves.

“Hurry Up Pipp, she’s gonna blow!”

“Found it!”

Pipp flew back like lightning, expertly activating the camera along the way, she hovered right above Misty to give the scene a perfect composition of thirds, for some excellent footage for later.

Pipp sounded the all clear. “Okay Misty, you can go now, let it all out girl.”

Misty, exhausted and weak, finally let everything go and relaxed her whole body. Her tense belly and thighs slumped low down on the bed. And out poured a thick perfectly arched stream of hot-yellowish-white cum, fluttering against the sides of her labia as it did. Misty loosened her grip on the bed and let out a long sighed, as the second stage of her orgasm began. The pain of pressure now gone, and the sting of hot cum breaking its way through now finished. All that was left was the feeling of pure relaxation. With her eyes shut, Misty felt like she could go to sleep for a thousand years.

But Miss Button wasn't finished with Misty Yet. She began to wink in time with the contractions coming from below. And now, something new! Her pelvis began to thrust in time with the contractions as well. All this was happening outside Misty's control, but she no longer even cared, the pain was gone, and the feeling of relief so great, she would let Miss Button do whatever she wanted. The stream of fluid was interrupted and redirected by the thrusts of her flank, but with her eyes still shut, and the stream still too strong, arching well past her, Misty was unaware of what was going on back there. One of her thrusts pulsed a flow towards her stifle, and hot cum splashed down the side of her leg and began to pool back onto her.

Startled by the feeling of wet hot tendrils rolling down her leg, Misty lurched forward and opened her eyes to see what looked like a large white snake sticking out of her vagina. She quickly realized that it was a massive geyser of the same substance she had got on her hoof earlier from Sunny. It was splashing directly into a pool next to Misty's tail, getting absolutely everywhere, and completely soaking Sunny's bed. Her friends were frozen all around her, mouths agape. Sunny to her right, Zipp and Izzy to her left and Pipp hovering right in front of her behind her camera.

“Whaaat?! You mean CUM is an actual thing! Oh-no, oh-no, oh-no...”

Misty immediately placed both hooves over her opening to try and stop the cum from getting out, trying desperately to save Sunny's bed sheets. She pressed in so tight, her hoof was half consumed by her folds, Miss Button hanging out over the rim. This was so much worse than peeing the bed, she thought. Not only was she making a mess, but she was doing it right in front of other ponies. Her attempts to cap the flow were fruitless, it just began to spray out from the sides and make an even bigger mess. Worse yet her rhythmic thrusting was causing it to occasionally spray out in random directions with enough force to make it over the side of the bed. She had to stop it, but she couldn't. She could only think to curl up into a fetal ball with her arms pushing through the middle of her legs. Laying there on her side, holding position tight, she successfully contained the spray, but the cum began to leak through every gap and crevice and onto the bedsheet despite her efforts. Eventually she could feel the flow abate, and the contractions and pelvic thrusts ceased. She knew that it was done, it was over, there was nothing more she could do. Thoroughly exhausted, she slowly flopped back over. She lay there limp, spread eagle to the ceiling, staring up. A little trickle of cum continued to flow down her vulva like hot lava from a volcano.

“I'm sorry Sunny... I ruined your bed”

“That was... Amazing!” Pipp said from behind her phone.

Zipp started to blink again and then shouted in abnormal enthusiasm. “That was the craziest orgasm I've ever seen!”

“So that's it right? There isn't any more is there?”

“More? Are you kidding! You came more than a mare ten-times your size. I would know, I grew up around some pretty big unicorns. That was the most cum I've ever seen in my life!”

“Sunny if I had known, I would have-”

“Don't worry about my bed Misty. It's okay. We knew what was going to happen... although I didn't quite expect it to be like that! We are all so happy you finally got to experience it. And we are glad we got to be here with you when you did”

“I sure am. I don't think I'm going to even post this video. I kind of want to just keep it for myself...” Pipp thought for a moment. “...Oh who am I kidding, everypony has to see this!”

Izzy asked, “So Misty.. What did you think? How was it?”

“It...”

Misty paused and tried to think of how to describe it, but she had no words.

“It was really good!”

“Ha!” Pipp laughed with snort. “Just good, wait until this mare learns about sex”

“Sex? What is Sex?”

It was starting to get long into the night, but the girls decided they really needed to clean up before they would be able to go back to sleep. A little late-night laundry was in order. Sunny's bed was thoroughly trashed, and they had to strip every sheet down to the mattress. Luckily for her, Sunny installed a protective barrier when she started having her nocturnal-transformations. They even had to open a window to air out the mare smell. All-the-while as they worked, they told each other stories of their first times and other self-sexual escapades. Misty listened closely, picking up tips for future reference, now that she knew what to expect. Later it was decided that Misty needed a bath. She was nearly covered from head to hoof in her own cum and it started to dry hard, and began to pull painfully at her fur and mane. All the girls went into the shower to help scrub her clean from snoot to tail, and then each other too. All very tired from the nights events they one by one made their way to their beds and turned out the lights. Before misty rounded the corner to head up-stairs she whispered to Sunny as she was just getting into bed.

“Sunny... uh... would it be okay if I borrowed one of your pillows?”

“Why do you?... oh... haha. Okay. There's no need for that Misty. If you ever need me just let me know. You can sniff whenever you like. I don't mind”

Misty blushed.

“Oh.. okay. Thank you, Sunny. Goodnight”

Misty ran off upstairs to her bed, letting out a giddy little giggle along the way.

That night they all dreamt of cum, all except for Misty that is, who stayed up all night masturbating till dawn.