Button 'The Stash' Mash is just like any other middle-schooler: nasally in voice, carefree in gait, and nose deep in his games.

However, he lives along the rules of a different game, one that covers more corners and fills more piggy banks than his classmates could ever comprehend. His Joy Boy may be the mark of his arrival, but none could see the face steeled in cold calculation behind the blips and beeps.

Button has his hooves all over Ponyville - and not just from being chased by dogs. His closest friend will come to see the true face of Ponyville's little gamer, and it will reveal a darker side to the idyllic fields of Ponyville...

There is a legend that Button's Stash is so Button Brash that you'll Button Crash in a Button Flash. Unfortunately, the legend got a little Button Rehashed about the Button Cache. Whoops.

I like to write poems. They are about rocks. My sister says I should try writing about things other than rocks. I don't see the appeal, but Pinkie is very insightful.

Pinkie said buttons are a popular topic lately, and they should be paired with something ending in "ash".

Button squash end in "ash". They are not rocks, but I like them.

This is about button squash.

(I'm late to the bandwagon, but I can't resist a stupid idea when I'm procrastinating on a more important project.)

Button Mash didn't used to be a pony. At least, not before he died.

It's just a normal day in Ponyville when Button Mash gets a bizarre curse.

Bereft of his allowance, Button Mash journeys into Ponyville with the burden of Finding Things To Do. He finds a single penny.

Bereft of her allowance, Diamond Tiara finds Button and his penny.

This should end well.

(Thanks for nothing, Obs.)

A tale of fashion in the workplace.

A life in a day of a not really a pony Button Mash, and other weird things.

This is Razgriz's fault.

I regret everything.

Author's note: Please don't read this. It is bad. I'm saying it now. Don't come in with any hope of an interesting tale. In fact, please leave and read the other Button -ash fics that are written by actually good writers?

Button Mash has a plan to win over his one true love.

Unfortunately, that plan involves doing something athletic.

Written for the Button Mash Party.

In which Button Mash shouts incoherently at the most advanced hoofball simulation ever developed, Sweetie Belle observes and provides internal commentary, and something just left of shipping ensues.

A semi-autobiographical exercise in self-deprecation and peer pressure, sponsored by Obselescence and drinking.