Moist Vagina
“Look, I’m sorry!”
Apple Bloom struck Button in the face again. The foal’s supple face jiggled with the momentum exerted upon his fat-filled cheeks, and spit flew from his oral cavity. Falling to the floor, Button let out a groan as another hoof caught him in the stomach.
“That was a really important potion!” Apple Bloom yelled down at him.
“I’m sorry!” Button shrieked, holding his hooves in front of his face and whimpering. “It was an accident!” Apple Bloom gave a final glance at the sniveling beta before her, and turned up her nose in disgust.
“How do you accidentally drink a potion?” Apple Bloom asked viciously, not even wanting to lay her gaze on the pathetic sack of meat that lay on the ground beside her.
“I thought it was soda...”
Apple Bloom sighed, and rubbed her forehead. Typical male stupidity...
“Well, whatever happens to you now, Ah’m not responsible for it,” Apple Bloom said, walking over towards Button, bearing to make eye contact with him once more. “You’ve gotta live with the consequences.”
With that, she brought her hoof down on Button’s crotch.
Button watched as the hoof descended towards his golden nuggets in slow motion, his bruised face contorting into a look of horror. You’re so lucky I’m a masochist, or else I’d be all over your ass for doing this to me, Button thought right as her hoof connected with his meatballs.
But what’s this? There was no hoof-on-meatball action that day! Button instead felt the hoof connect with a soft spot where Wingus and the Ping Pong Brothers used to hang, and Apple Bloom’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. Button, who would usually be sporting a massive erection from this kind of beating, instead was... leaking.
“Oh dear sweet zombie Celestia, what the fuck.”
Button spread his legs as Apple Bloom retracted her hoof, staring down at the damp appendage with a creeping sense of growing horror arising deep within her. Button craned his neck down, curling up his spine so he could get a nice look at his pony propagation parts.
After a few careful moments of inspecting, Button deduced that he had a vagina.
“AAAAAAH! WHAT THE FUCK!” Button flipped over into his stomach, concealing his brand new vagizzle with his tail. “APPLE BLOOM, WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?”
Apple BLoom slowly placed her hoof to her mouth, took a long, slow lick, and smacked her lips. Swishing her saliva around in her mouth for a moment, she took a careful swallow with much intent, and turned to face Button Mash. “It looks like you’ve got a vagina.”
Button Mash squeaked, and fell to the floor, his forehooves clamped against his new crotch pocket.
Apple Bloom took another taste. “Oh, and teats, too.”
Button Mash let out a shriek, and curled up into a ball. “AH! I CAN’T BE LIKE THIS! I DON’T WANT TO BE A PART OF THE WEAKER SEX!”
Apple Bloom used her hooves to remind Button of who the “weaker sex” really was.
Now able to stand looking at him, due to his patriarchy having been wiped clean off of his backside, Apple Bloom looked over Button. He still looked male, that was for certain; same oppressive physique, same disgusting coat, same small cranial cavity that contained his primitive male brain...
“What happened to me?” Button sniveled pathetically, looking up and Apple Bloom with a sensual mixture of sweat, tears, saliva, snot, and blood dripping down his face.
“Ah think that my potion did it to ya,” Apple Bloom said with a careful, slow nod. “That’s what ya get for drinking an unfinished mixture, Button.”
“How does a hair tonic make me into a GIRL?” Button cringed as Apple Bloom’s hoof connected with his snout, blood spraying from his nostrils, and uh, other fluids spraying from elsewhere.
“Ah don’t control science, Button,” Apple Bloom said with a role of her eyes, wiping off her hoof on his coat. “And never, ever refer to yourself as a girl. You’re still a filthy male, just... with some improvements.”
Button lay there on the floor, gasping in agony, when he heard the door open.
“Hey, Button, I’ve come over to do butt stuff like you wanted,” Rumble said, balancing a copious amount of buttplugs, dragon dildos, and extra virgin olive oil on his back. “I just wanted to oh sweet holy fuck what the hell.”
Button Mash lay on the floor, twitching in agony, his legs spread for anyone to see his sweet new sausage holder. Rumble’s jaw fell open as the brand new slit glistened in the light of the lightbulbs in Button’s house.
“Rumble? What’re you doin’ here?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Me? I’m here to do butt stuff with Button Mash!” Rumble said, partially peeved. “I just announced that, like, four seconds ago. What are you doing here?”
“I was making a potion,” Apple Bloom replied, giving Button an annoyed glance. “But then Button went and drank it!”
“Why were you making a potion here?” Rumble asked.
“Button’s the only place that’s got battery acid.”
A slight sizzling sound slid from Button’s stomach.
“Well, can you get out? This is time for Button and I to do stuff,” Rumble said, taking the bottle of olive oil off his back and uncorking it with his teeth. “Butt stuff.”
“Just like a male, to exclude a woman from everything,” Apple Bloom spat, walking out of the room.
Rumble rolled his eyes. “Unless you grow a dick in the next ten seconds, I don’t see how you’d even get into butt stuff.”
“Rumble?” Button said, his voice far quieter and with somewhat less of that ear rending screech in his voice. “C-Can we not do but stuff today? I just... I mean... JUST LOOK AT IT!”
A trickle of blood ran down from Rumble’s ear as Button’s voice flew up to dangerous levels of annoying with the increase of decibels. Even this earal pain could not daunt Rumble from his insatiable lust for anus.
“Look, I came all the way down here,” Rumble said, miffed. “I need to get to do something.”
“B-But... I mean... how can you do anything with—with—WITH THIS?” Button placed his hooves on either side of his vagina, and spread his lips, a thin web of sticky pussy extracts extending over the entrance.
Rumble nearly drowned in his own saliva. Composing his spaghetti, Rumble dropped next to Button Mash, and stared deep into his glorious new goo hole, licking his lips. “O-Oh man... listen, Button, I know what we can do now, and I promise you... no butt stuff.”
Button, due to years of his mind being rotted by video games, did not make the connection right away. “Alright, sure! What do you want to do?”
Rumble landed on Button’s chest, electing a grunt from the cuntcolt. His penis, which had hardened so fast it made him light-headed (hence the swooning fall into Button’s chest), pressed up against the little labia lips, parting the plump pussy passage in preperating for sensual, sexful sex.
“Fuck you right in the pussy,” Rumble said, staring deep into Button’s eyes. It was like the perfect scene from a heartfelt romance.
“I...” Button trailed off, staring up at Rumble’s innocent young face. Why, the poor bugger had only ever buggered! Same for Button! Could they really go to the next level? Were they truly ready? Butt-sex is elementary stuff. Vaginal... that’s like, what sixth graders do!
“Come on, what else are you going to do with it?” Rumble asked, brow furrowing in annoyance.
“Well, I dunno... I could hold stuff in there, it’s kinda roomy... more roomy than my butt, anyway.”
“Well, my dick is a thing,” Rumble pointed out. Unable to deny this flawless logic, Button sighed, and relented.
“Alright, let's do this,” Button said, causing Rumble to crack a smile. “But go slow! It’s my first time. I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“Rumble, we shove lamps into our asses every weekend,” Rumble said. “16-inch dragon dildos!”
“Yeah, but those are butts,” Button retorted. “They’re meant to be stretched out! THey’re elastic and supposed to have things shoved into them! Vaginas are all... tight and stuff.”
“Ugh, fine, I’ll be slow...” Rumble said, voice cut with annoyance. He lined his hips up so that his cockhead was aimed to go right down Button’s slippery slope, his little pickle ready and rearin’ to go.
With a grunt, Rumble pushed himself forward, his dick head just barely going inside of Button’s tight hole. The slick pussy drippings eased the entry, but man, that shit is tight. Like, kung-fu grip on a masturbating virgin’s dick tight.
“Ah!” Button let out a gasp as he felt the parting of the ways lips, his moist vagina being pressed apart for the very first time. “J-Jeez, Rumble...”
“Alright, it’s just the tip,” Rumble assured his butt-buddy. “I’m gonna go in a little deeper, alright?”
Button nodded meekly, and Rumble thrust his hips forward. About half of his dick was now buried in Button’s body, a spurt of vaginal smegma coating the body of Rumble’s dick.
Vague schlicking noises could be heard from the general direction of where Apple Bloom had retreated to.
“O-Oh,” Button gasped in his pansy little bitch voice. “G-Go harder... this feels like one of the dragon dildos, holy fffuuuuu....”
Rumble, not one to leave a brotha hangin’, gripped Button by his sides and started to thrust inward, fucking him with wanton glee.
As the pace picked up, Rumble’s tiny gnards flapped back and forth, smacking against his own backside as he mashed Button. The cuntcolt under him trembled and shook s a wave of something warm rose up in him, like some sort of warm wave thing.
Button’s legs clamped around Rumble’s midsection, squeezing the colt. Sweat poured down both of their bodies, Rumble dripping all over Button. Rumble’s pace quickening, his cock hammering into Button’s hole like a banana down a straw.
“O-Oh fuck... I can’t even get any further than this...” Rumble said between pants, his voice cracking slightly. “You’re too tight! Three inches... that’s as much as I can—ah!—manage!”
“Iiiiiit’s okaaAAAAAAY!” Button screamed as he felt the wave begin to crest, like some sort of cresting wave that was also warm.
“No, this is actually an issue,” Rumbled said, his pace slowing down slightly. “I wanna be able to get all up in here. I wanna visit parts of puss town I ain’t never visited before. I need to reupholster your pussy, Button.”
“G-Go fast again! Rougher! C-C’mon...” Button whined, closing one eye and looked up at Rumble with a pleading gaze with the other one. Rumble began to quicken again, feeling the rising tide in his gut.
Damn, these water metaphors are making me thirsty.
The pressure in Rumble’s scrotum fruits pushed him to ram into Button ever harder, who let out another high pitched shriek. This wasn't him just talking again, however—this was accompanied by Rumble’s dick getting a dunking in juiced pussy. Button’s face contorted into a mixed expression of screaming and pleasure, one that made it look as though he were receiving the worst purple nurple of his life. He raised his hooves above his head, and his eyes rolled up almost fully in his head.
“O-Oh fuck, Button...” Rumble said with a groan as the pressure burst the dam, pushing him over that edgy edge that everyone treads. Two thick jets of semen, ones that had been stewing in those testes of his for almost a whole week, shot down into Button’s belly, mixing right in there with that sexy cervical mucus all the ladies are so generous at providing.
“H-Hot damn...” Rumble gasped, before falling down fully on Button. The two sets of lips collided, making for some awkward face chewing the kids call “kissing” these days.
Some months later
“So, are you working on an antidote?” Button asked, shooting Apple Bloom a peeved look.
“It takes time,” Apple Bloom retorted, shooting Button a disgusted look. “And besides, I think this is an improvement!”
“HOW IS THIS AN IMPROVEMENT?” Button yelled, turning on his side, his large belly plainly visible to everypony in the room.
“Finally turnin’ the tables on you damn males,” Apple Bloom muttered, pouring in a white powder into a beaker, and then taking a long, deep inhale of vapor produced. Sighing happily, her eyes became glazed and unfocused. “You’re the breedin’ bitches now...”
“You probably don’t want to take the antidote before, you know...” Rumble said, grinning nervously at Button, his face bright red. “Our foal is born.”
“Rumble, I didn’t want it to be like this,” Button said with a sigh. “I just wanted to have some butt fun! This is why we should never try out new things, ever!”
“Well, don’t worry, Ah’m fixin’ you up a nice little thing that will make sure you can only produce fillies,” Apple Bloom said, turning on a bunsen burner. “A zebra traditional potion that Zecora’s family has used for generations.”
“S-So wait...” Button’s eyes widened. “I’m gonna be stuck like this long enough to have MORE?”
“Ah still haven’t even found out why my original potion made this happen!” Apple Bloom pulled out a large tub of salts. “Ah’ve still gotta screw around ‘till I find out... and then Ah have to MAKE the potion...”
Rumble giggled, and slid up next to Button. Button let out a low grown and closed his eyes, his turgid baby-belly shaking slightly.
And thus, the patriarchy was defeated forever.
The end.