The afternoon sun couldn’t penetrate past the heavy curtains drawn over the window, but Button Mash didn’t mind, his computer screen provided more than enough light. On such a lovely day, Button hurriedly clicked his mouse with one hoof, while the other hoof did what horny little colts did best: polish their own dicks. Button Mash licked his lips as he lined up picture after picture of nubile mares presenting themselves to him, and he imagined how amazing it would feel to slide his virgin cock into their wet folds. The mouse cursor opened a new window to show a mare sucking off two stallions at once. Button whimpered and stroked himself faster. What he wouldn’t give for a blowjob. He had read forum posts about older colts getting their marefriends to suck them off while they played video games. To his young mind, the idea seemed the pinnacle of pleasure.
“Button Bangers Mash!” came a shriek, and Button froze at the sound of his mother’s voice. He clicked off every window and tried desperately to tuck his erection beneath his crossed legs. With a gulp, he turned his head to look at his mother scowling at him from his door frame.
“H-hey mom, what’s up?”
“I knew it, I just knew it!” Cream Heart stormed in without a hint of embarrassment at seeing her son doing such a private act. “I knew the moment I let you put the computer in your room that this exact thing would happen. Well, that is enough of that!” She flicked the power switch on the back of the desktop tower and the monitor blacked out. Button Mash cringed. Hopefully none of his data would be corrupted.
His mother continued, reminding him that he had a much bigger problem right now. “Button, go outside and play normal games away from a screen for once. When you get back we’ll discuss your punishment.”
“But mom!”
“No buts! Go!”
Button groaned and scooted off his chair. His throbbing erection had been killed by his mother’s harsh words, and with both heads down he left his dark room. Outside, Button had to shut his eyes against the bright sun and brightly colored ponies. After taking a few seconds to allow his eyes to adjust, he ventured out with no real direction in mind.
He couldn't go to the arcade with no bits. His mom had confiscated his Super Gamecolt Duo XL yesterday. Worst of all, he wasn't on speaking terms with his friends after Featherweight sneaked a porno from his dad's stash for them to watch. They had made fun of Button and the size of his...equipment.
With no way to get a digital game in his hooves, Button decided to head for the park and wait out his punishment. After a couple of hours or so his mom would be satisfied and he could get back inside. To be fair, it could have gone much worse. If his mom had found him with certain... voyeuristic shower photos he probably would have been shipped off to some mental asylum. Or worse, a military school.
At the park, a big gathering of ponies celebrated a birthday. Pinkie Pie was the center of it all, as usual. The party acted as a magnet that attracted every pony to one side of the park. Which meant the other side stood completely empty except for a purple and gold wagon. In front of it, at a table with various knick knacks, stood a pony that Button had seen around but never actually met. Trixie? Was that her name? Trixie? Well, whatever. Either way she wasn't looking too happy. His curiosity piqued, he trotted over to the strange mare and her wares.
"Welcome to the Great and Powerful Trixie's Bazaar of the Bizarre!" The mare fluttered her cape dramatically and reared as Button came up to her. She waved a foreleg across the table. "Behold these great artifacts of Mysterious Magicks and Ancient Antiquity! Each one found across far-off, foreign lands. Each one collected by yours truly. The ruins she has braved, the deathly traps she has alluded, all to bring to you these fantastic vendibles today."
"Hi," Button said. "Do you usually sell stuff in the park?"
"Only when the Great and Powerful Trixie has great and powerful financial issues." Trixie fell back to all fours. "Now are you going to buy Trixie's amazing antiquities or not?"
Buttons scanned the table, and one 'antiquity' caught his eye. "That's a Gamecolt." He pointed to a small, grey handheld console with a black glass screen on it.
"Don't be ridiculous," Trixie scoffed. "That is the Slab of Insanity found in the deepest deserts of Saddle Arabia. The ponies there say it is cursed and will enrapture the mind of anyone that uses it. OOOoooooOOOoooooo." Trixie wiggled her hooves over the table ominously.
"That is literally a Gamecolt Beyond. It came out years ago. Look! There's a game for it right there!" Button pointed to a small, label-less game cartridge across the table.
"Nonsense. That is the Tablet of Surrender. A merchant ship carried it as cargo a hundred years ago. It and it's sixty crewponies vanished without a trace. The wreckage was later found not twenty miles off shore at the bottom of the sea. It was completely intact, with the crew's skeletons still resting in their hammocks. OOoooooOOooo." Again, the hoof wiggling.
Button rolled his eyes. "You're the one talking nonsense. Look, you just take the 'tablet of surrender' and put it in the 'slab of insanity' like this and then just turn it on and-"
A bright flash of light blinded Button for a moment. Ah, that's right. There was that recall notice for Gamecolt Beyonds. Something about the screen backlighting or something. No wonder she was trying to pawn it off.
Once Button's vision returned to normal he glanced back at the screen. The screen was still black, but a line of green text now blinked in the upper left corner. It looked like a command line from a super old computer. Button peered to read it.
Activation successful. S001.Status: Ready for voice command.
Voice command? Beyonds didn't come with a built-in mic.
"Hey lady, I think there's something wrong with this thing," Button spammed the buttons on it, but the screen showed nothing new. Now that he wasn't trying to prove himself right, he noticed that the Gamecolt was a lot heavier than he expected, and the gray plastic wasn't really plastic at all. It seemed to be made out of...stone? It seemed pretty solid anyway.
When Trixie didn't answer after several seconds, Button looked up from the screen.
Trixie's eyes were glazed over as she seemed to stare at something off in the distance. She looked fine except for the unblinking stare. Button waved a hoof in front of her face, but she showed no reaction.
"Hello? Lady? Trixie?" Button got no response. "C'mon, say something."
"Something."
Button tilted his head. Though she spoke, Trixie's eyes remained exactly the same. What the heck was going on here? Button looked back down at the screen, and his eyes widened as he saw a new line of green text appear.
Command: "Say 'something'" registered.
"Am I...controlling her?" Button whispered to himself.
"Yes."
Button jumped as Trixie gave an answer. He looked down at the screen to read several new lines.
Question: "Am I controlling her?" registered.
Answer: "Yes."
Voiced by: Subject 001
Answered by: Internal Database
Button's mind teemed with questions and possible answers. Internal Database? Voiced by? Did that mean...Did that really mean that the Gamecolt--no, this was definitely not a Gamecolt--this device had the answer and used Trixie to tell it to him? Also, Subject 001? That had to be Trixie, right? So what would happen if he asked a question only Trixie would know?
"What is your last name?"
"Lulamoon."
Looking at the device, it gave him the same information as last time. However, this time 'Internal Database' was replaced by 'Subject 001'. That probably meant that the answer came from Trixie herself. Okay, he was starting to get the hang of it. But Button wondered what else the device could tell him.
"So can I--" A blast from a party cannon interrupted him. He looked behind him and saw that the festivities on the other side of the park were still going strong. Even so, maybe out in the open in broad daylight wasn't the best place to interrogate a device through a mind-controlled puppet.
"Uh, lead me inside your wagon." Button didn't have time to read the device before Trixie stood up and opened the door to her wagon. As Button followed her inside he noticed the cape draping over her body and covering her flank. Dark thoughts started to fill his head. He wondered how far he could go with this. With a shiver slithering down his back, he wondered how far he wanted to go with this.
Small candles on dressers and nightstands and ledges illuminated the wagon in a dim orange light. It smelled vaguely of incense and lavender, not a bad smell. Button decided to make himself comfortable and sat at the edge of her bed. It was a bit cramped in here, but it was completely private.
"Lock the door."
Trixie did so.
"Okay. Let's start simple." Button thought for a moment before holding up the device. "What is this thing?"
"Re-education Console Prototype, serial number 483EMM33." Trixie answered. Though, Button supposed, the device was really answering the question. "Primary use: to re-educate and assimilate hostile elements back into civil society."
Button played enough war games to know what that meant. "So, this thing was made to make people stay in line by controlling their minds?"
"Yes."
This was starting to sound futuristic. "When was this thing made?"
"Year of Trovan 487 by the Lonac Calendar."
Button had no idea what that meant, so he decided to move on. "Okay. So then what exactly does it do?"
"EMM33 emits psuedo-brain waves coherently to interfere and override all but the most basic of mental functions. Commands and suggestions are then used to facilitate subject transformation into ideal member of society."
Button understood most of that. There were enough context clues for him to get the gist of it. "So it takes over a pony's mind and they do whatever you tell them to do?"
"Yes."
"Anything?"
"Yes."
"Is there a time limit?"
"No."
"Can it...can it make ponies forget stuff?"
"Yes."
"Will they remember anything? Anything at all?"
"No."
Button's heart started to race. He was alone with an attractive mare that would do anything he told her to do. Anything. He could just use her and make her forget all about it.
A sigh racked his small frame. He knew he should do the right thing: stop this now and probably destroy the device. But he also wanted...other things. And those other things were greatly overpowering his sense of right and wrong.
"Is anything...recorded?" Button asked.
"No."
That was all Button needed. "Trixie, come here and stand in front of me." Trixie took two steps to stand in front of Button and the bed. Her eyes were still glazed over. She stared unblinkingly.. That needed to change. It was way too creepy. "Uhh, blink more."
"How much more?"
"Uhhh," Button racked his brain, but 'how often does a pony blink' was information he didn't think he'd ever need. "Once per second?" Trixie blinked, but it was so precise and rhythmic that it was even more creepy. "Aww jeez, just blink when you'd usually blink." That command seemed to have fixed it. Now he could get to the good stuff.
"Turn around."
Trixie turned. Her cape-covered flank was now close to him, practically on his lap. His dick hardened at the thought of what was coming next. Carefully he raised her cape to reveal her cutie mark, tail, and flanks.
Button took a deep breath. "Raise your tail."
Trixie's tail slowly rose.
"Like you're horny as hell!" Button added.
Trixie's tail shot up and revealed everything. Her vulva was in plain view, and Button never felt his dick get so hard. Her legs curved wonderfully, and her flanks were nice and full. Dear, sweet Celestia he wanted to do everything to that wonderful backside. He wanted to squeeze it, smack it, and, most of all, plunge his stiff cock straight into her. He wanted to do so much he was absolutely paralyzed for a whole minute.
Finally, he gained enough sense to give Trixie another command. "Take a small step back."
Trixie's pussy pushed up against the side of his cock, and her lips were so soft and warm a drizzle of pre-cum darkened Trixie's coat. His small head pressed against her and slipped beneath her folds. On instinct, Button's hips started bucking uncontrollably. He heaved a thick groan. Before he could stop himself he shot a weak rope of cum on Trixie's puckered asshole.
"No, no, no!" Button whined as his dick slowly softened and became limp. Damn it! Finally he had his chance to lose his virginity and he screwed it all up, and not in a clever innuendo way either. Who knew how long it would take for his dick to get hard again.
No, he wasn't going to give up now.
Button got up and stood on the bed. He mounted Trixie (as much as a colt his size could mount a fully grown mare) and smacked his hips against hers, crushing his flaccid dick into some unknown part of her ass. The wagon filled with the smack of hips on hips as Button tried in vain to get his soft noodle to penetrate something, anything of Trixie's.
Finally his cock started to stiffen a little, and with a luckily-aimed pump and a squeaky moan, Button managed to get his dick into something soft and warm. Button grinned and humped harder. If only his friends could see him rutting this mare. They wouldn't dare make fun of him or his perfectly average dick again. Maybe he'll make them watch and then make them forget so he could see their reactions over and over again.
"Take it you slut," Button moaned. "Take my fat cock." Button's balls tensed, and with a final pump he released his second load. He shivered and propped himself on her flank with his forelegs.
All the while Trixie just stared, blinking only intermittently, completely unaware of what was going on. She hadn't reacted at all. Which might not be a bad thing. It was kind of hot to have a mare be a literal, ruttable doll, but Button also wondered if there was a way to have them conscious while he sexed them. He'd like to hear a mare moan and breathe hard and all that good stuff.
Finally he removed himself from her and went back on the bed. He looked to see what hole he had filled with his spunk. His breath caught as he saw where his final spurt of cum went. He had managed to penetrate Trixie's folds alright. The folds of her cape.
Button hung his head in shame. He looked up at the clock Trixie had in her wagon. An hour and a half had passed. Okay, no big deal. No one had seen him jack off into a cape. Right now, he'll go back home and tomorrow he'll come back here to try again. Heck, his mom would be glad he went out of the house two days in a row. Hopefully, his mom would let him play his games when he got back. Button laughed quietly to himself. Well, if she didn't he had a good way to persuade her, didn't he?
Now, however, he had to erase Trixie's memory of everything that happened.
"Trixie, when you are, uh, released from mind control, you'll forget everything we did here."
Button looked down at the device to make sure it registered his command. Except, it didn't call it a 'command' but a 'suggestion'. Okay, that made sense. It was changing how her mind worked instead of telling her directly what to do. Kinda.
"You'll forget ever meeting me today. And uh...Oh! You'll forget all about the, uh, Slab of Insanity and Tablet of Surrender. You'll forget they exist or that you ever owned them." Button figured he was being too thorough, but better safe than sorry.
Button thought hard about anything else he needed to have Trixie do or forget. "Also, you'll take a shower after being released." That should be it. Oh wait. "And you'll do laundry. And you'll ignore any stains or weird...stuff on your clothes or body." Was that good? "E-except if that weird stuff is, like, a disease or something, or, like, blood. Because that should be...checked out...by your...doctor."
Okay, yeah, he was going overboard with this. Crap, was there a way to start over? Button looked at the device and found his long list of suggestions, all typed out verbatim. He did what he did best and started pressing buttons randomly. Luckily, he soon found that the right shoulder button deleted his earlier suggestions.
"Okay, starting over."
Once Button was sure that it was safe to return Trixie's mind to her, he told her to count to ten and on 'ten' she would wake up from her mind control. Basic hypnotist stuff. Once she started counting, Button booked it out of Trixie's wagon and hid behind a nearby tree, the device powered off and clutched to his chest. Thankfully, Pinkie's party was still in full swing.
Button wanted nothing more than to get out of there and avoid Trixie until he got her back under his control. But if he was going to make sure the whole memory wipe thing worked, he needed to test it now.
Button had altered his suggestions slightly for this exact reason. Rather than have her shower and launder right away, he told her to continue manning her Bazaar of the Bizarre for a minute before closing up shop and cleaning herself up. Of course, he told her to ignore any cum stains anywhere.
Right on schedule Trixie left her wagon, her cape still wrinkled, and took her post behind the table. Button took a deep breath and left his hiding spot. With all his might he tried to walk as casually as he could up to Trixie's table.
Trixie reared as soon as she saw him. ""Welcome to the Great and Powerful Trixie's Bazaar of the Bizarre!"
"Hi," Button said before she could get into her spiel. "I was just wondering if you ever heard of something called the Slab of Insanity?"
Trixie scoffed and fell to all fours. "You have been playing much too many video games, young one. Now unless you're going to buy something from Trixie, Trixie must kindly tell you to take your little gadget and beat it."
"Y-yes, ma'am." Button turned and trotted off with a large grin on his face. It worked! She didn't react at all to seeing the device in his hoof. She didn't even notice anything was missing from her table.
He was going to have a lot of fun with his new toy.
"Mom, I'm home," Button called out as he closed the front door behind him.
"I'm in the kitchen, sweetie. Taking out the trash."
Cream Heart's tone sounded uncharacteristically ominous. Usually when she took that tone it meant he was about to get into a lot of trouble. Button's heart skipped a beat. Did she find out about his new gadget? Button shook his head to calm himself down. No, that was impossible. It probably had something to do with his computer. Probably nothing but a lecture. Button steeled his nerves and went into the kitchen.
His eyes widened. His mother stood over the trash bin, trying in vain to squish Button's monitor and computer tower into it.
"Mom! What are you doing!?"
"I told you, I'm taking out the trash." Cream Heart gave up on the computer hardware and faced her son. "You are much too young to have a computer in the house, let alone your room. So I decided to get rid of it."
"What? No! Just put it in the living room, or the kitchen, or even in your room. Don't just throw it away." Button dashed over to the trash and tried to fish out his computer.
"No, we don't need a computer. It's best if we just get rid of it. It's causing too much harm than good. And what are you doing with that game? I thought I took that from you yesterday. Give it to me."
"No mom, it's new, I--"
"Where did you get the money to afford a new Gamecolt? That's it, young man. I am banning all video games in this house for a month."
"A month!?"
"That's right. You need a break from all that garbage. Now give me that toy."
Button gritted his teeth. His cheeks started to feel hot. "No!"
"No? That's it. Two months. Now give it to me before I make it three months."
"I said no!" Button turned on the device and a flash of white light blinded him again. When his vision returned, he saw his mother, Cream Heart, with her eyes glazed over. She stood completely still. Better. Much better.
Button took a few moments to calm down. Why did he get involved in that stupid argument anyway? He should have just turned on the device as soon as he saw her throwing away his computer.
"I'm in control here," Button muttered to himself. He turned to his mom. "Take this computer back to my room and hook it back up exactly like it was this morning." Without a word, or even a nod of her head, Cream Heart took the trash bin and headed for Button's room. Button followed her. Since she was under his control, he didn't hesitate to admire her body. Nice and curvy, with just a tiny bit of thickness to her flanks and thighs. Every so often he managed to get a glimpse of her pussy from beneath her tail. But he wasn't going to give her the same treatment as Trixie. No, he wanted to try out a little experiment.
It took Cream Heart a few minutes to put Button's computer back on his desk, but once she finished he commanded her to sit on his bed. Button then sat on his computer chair and faced her.
"Let's set up some ground rules first," Button said with a smirk. "Mom, you can't touch my computer at all without my permission. You'll let me do whatever I want with the computer and you won't care how much I use it or how much I stay inside. Finally, you'll obey all my commands even when you're not under mind control. Nod if you understand." Cream Heart nodded gently. Okay, now to the sexy stuff.
"When you see me you'll have the uncontrollable urge to suck my cock. Just looking at me will get you more horny than you've ever been in your life, and you won't get any relief until my dick is stuffed into your mouth, but even then you'll still be pretty horny."
Just the thought of shutting up his mom with his dick made him harden. "And you'll feel so guilty and disgusted with yourself for sucking your own son's dick. But the more guilty and disgusted you feel the hornier you'll get. In fact, you'll never be happier and more satisfied than when you're between your son's legs and giving him a wet and sloppy blowjob. When you swallow my cum you'll have the most intense orgasm you ever had."
Okay, that was it. Now all he had to do was set the scene. Button spun in his chair and faced his computer. He turned on his computer and started up Skymoon. Not the newest game but still really good, especially with mods and cheats. Button gave his mom a final glance. Who would have thought that he would ever get his mom to blow him while he played video games. And this was just the start.
Button double checked his suggestions on the device, and once satisfied gave his final command. "Mom, on the count of five, you'll be free from mind control, and you won't remember trying to throw away my computer or that you caught me jacking off earlier today. And you definitely won't remember this conversation."
After a deep breath, Button counted to five.
Two Weeks Later
Button Mash woke up with a yawn. The sun peeked in through his slightly open curtains. He reached out to the nightstand beside his bed and looked at the clock. Eleven in the morning. Before he even got up his mother trotted into his room. She looked as chipper as ever. 'Property of Button Mash' was written in black marker across her side.
"Goodmorning, sweetie. You're up early," she said with a smile. "Would you like mommy to suck your cute dick for you?" Cream Heart's breathing started to quicken as her eyes went down to his morning wood. "Or would you like to mount mommy and rut her pussy until she passes out?" She turned around and raised her tail to him. Her pussy was already soaking wet, darkening her coat around her back legs.
Button sat up and stretched out his forelegs. Normally, he would jump on the chance to jump on his mother, but today felt a little different. He covered his mouth as another yawn escaped his lips.
"That's okay, mom. Not right now."
Cream Heart hung her head, obviously disappointed. "Okay, sweetie. Maybe tonight?"
"Maybe."
She instantly brightened up.
"Thank you so much, sweetie. I'll make sure it's amazing. I promise!"
Button just nodded as he got out of bed.
"Oh, are you going to school today?" Cream Heart asked.
"Yeah, I guess. It'd be a nice change of pace," Button said. Without another word spoken between them, Button went to take a shower. Something really must be wrong with him. He hadn't taken a shower alone in two weeks. He idly wondered at the cause.
"Are you sure you don't want me to clean your cock with my tongue?" Cream Heart called out into the the bathroom.
Button rolled his eyes. "I'm sure!"
"Okay, sweetie. Make sure to wash behind your ears."
"Yes, mom."
After his shower, Button headed out into Ponyville. Multi-colored ponies went about their usual business without a care. Button made sure to catalogue all the mares he happened to pass by: Subject 008, Subject 035, Subject 093, Subject 125. Oh, there was a mare he hadn't rutted yet. He should probably take her under his control and rut her. Who knows, maybe her holes would feel different from the other hundreds of holes he penetrated in the last fourteen days.
He arrived at school around noon. The class was already seated and Miss Cheerilee was already teaching--algebra, or something. As soon as Button entered the classroom, however, both class and teacher turned to look at him.
"Button Mash! How wonderful for you to join use today," Miss Cheerilee said. "Please take your usual seat." Button's usual seat was a student desk that had been slightly modified. The table part had been completely removed, leaving only the chair. The chair itself had been widened considerably.
"Okay, class," Miss Cheerilee continued. "Who wants to be Button Mash's cock sleeve for today." Several small hooves shot into the air as every filly in the class pleaded with Cheerilee to pick them to receive such an honor. "Now, now, not everyone can be Button's cock sleeve at once. Hmmm, Silver Spoon why don't you do it?"
"Yay!" The gray filly cheered. She whipped her braid across her back as she gave a smirk to Diamond Tiara, who was none too happy with being passed up for official cock sleeve. Silver Spoon pranced over where Button sat.
"Which hole would you like to use, Master?" Silver Spoon asked.
Button smiled. It was hard to believe there was once a time where he couldn't get his dick inside a mare. Now, though, it was second nature. Thinking back, who did he end up losing his virginity to? His mom? All the sex sort of just ran together. Oh well, virginity was a social construct anyway. Not like it mattered.
"Your pussy," Button said, and Silver Spoon squealed with joy. Silver Spoon approached his throbbing cock, erect more out of habit than anything, and climbed onto the chair. She positioned herself so her back was to him and her dripping pussy was right above his dick. Slowly, she lowered herself and whimpered as Button's cock slipped all the way inside her.
Button couldn't help but let out a moan himself. Filly pussies were just so tight and they clenched erratically, not knowing exactly what to do with the hard dick inside them. Still, he couldn't say he prefered it over his mom's. While not as tight, his mom knew how to use her hips to properly milk Button's member.
"I-is that to your liking?" Silver Spoon said between gasps. Button wrapped his forelegs around her stomach to keep her steady. All around them, the other filly's gave Silver Spoon jealous glances. Some licked their lips, while others couldn't hold back and started working their own snatches. Even Cheerilee looked like she wanted to pounce on Button herself, but she managed to contain herself.
"Now that that's all settled," Cheerilee began. "Let's welcome today's guest. She took time from her busy schedule and came all the way from Sweet Apple Acres to give our class a visit. Please welcome Applejack."
The students politely gave their applause as the farmmare entered through the classroom door. Button Mash smiled as the orange pony cantered to the front of the class. She turned around and raised her tail to show off her pussy as was customary to guests of Cheerilee's classroom. Applejack was certainly a fun one. She had a nice tone to her body, and she could crack walnuts between her butt cheeks.
"Okay, Applejack will now be taking questions from the class. Please raise your hooves." A few hooves did indeed shoot into the air.
"Have you ever had sex with Button Mash?" Diamond Tiara asked.
"Sure have," Applejack said with a grin. She adjusted her stetson. "When mah cousin Braeburn came to visit, Ah sucked off him and Big Macintosh while that little rascal did a number on my ass." The class muttered amongst themselves, clearly impressed by Applejack's sexual prowess.
"Is that what Ah heard last week?" Applebloom asked. "Why didn't y'all invite me?"
"Aww sugarcube, Button was too worried Big Mac's cock would go an' destroy all yer insides being so big an' all."
"But Big Mac said if the Cutie Mark Crusaders sucked him off to sleep every night he'd mount us," Applebloom whined.
"Aw heck, is that why he's all tuckered out by the time Ah get to his room?"
Huh, interesting. Button Mash hadn't told them to do any of that. He'd have to look over his commands and suggestions for those subjects. Not that these little surprises were bad, (heck, they were the most interesting thing about the device) but he wanted to see exactly how this surprise came about. His guess was that he made them so horny they started trying to get dick wherever they could. Interesting.
"Did you ever have sex with animals?" Pipsqueak asked.
"Sure as shootin'. Button Mash put me in the middle of a pack of timberwolves, and they had their way with me for hours and hours. Ah got a whole photo album if any y'all wanna see. Y'all shoulda seen the knots on 'em, and by the time they finished I was just filthy with cum."
Button Mash remembered that day. What a discovery! Who would have guessed that the device worked on animals too?
Cheerilee kept calling on students. Slowly, the number of hooves in the air decreased. "Any more questions?" Cheerilee asked. When no one raised their hoof, Cheerilee went over to give Applejack a pat on the back. "What a lovely presentation. Okay, Applejack, it's time to fulfill your duty as the classroom cum dump."
The classroom burst into cheers. Button had a more ambivalent response. Applejack took a step back and lowered her hat's brim over her eyes.
"Do Ah really gotta?" Applejack asked.
"You know the rules," Button Mash said. "If you want to keep playing with me you have to take a turn as the classroom cum dump."
"Aww alright," Applejack said with a sigh. "I'll do anything to get that cock in my mouth again." She turned her back to the class and lowered her front so that her ass stuck out in the air. "C'mon ya little colts, Ah'll show ya how a real mare ruts."
The colts rushed to Applejack, each of them trying to get into the prime spots.
"I call her mouth."
"But I want her mouth."
"I wanted to hump her bottom since preschool!"
"Does she have breasts yet? I want her to rub my peepee with her breasts like my mom does."
The colts gathered around her and desperately humped at whatever part of her they could reach. Poor Applejack must have felt like a pin cushion with all the penises poking her cheeks, ass, and sides. Button smiled at the innocence of youth. It was hard to believe he was ever that green.
"Now, now," Cheerilee called. "Applejack can accommodate several penises at once. Multiple colts can rut her mouth, ass, and pussy at the same time." Cheerilee began the arduous task of sorting and organizing all the colts. Some of them wouldn't settle down until Cheerilee gave them some head herself.
Finally things became a bit more contained. Once the dust settled, Applejack had Pipsqueak, Rumble, and Truffle's cocks in her mouth. They came at her from the sides and the front, making it impossible for her to pucker. Judging by the colts' faces, though, she was impressing them with her tongue work nonetheless. Meanwhile, Snips and Snails were working over her pussy. Snips got beneath her and rutted her from below, while Snails took her from behind. It was quite a feat to see them contort themselves so that both of their dicks could sink into her dripping slit. Tender Tap, that lucky colt, somehow managed to get Applejack's ass all to himself. His long, thin dick sunk smoothly in and out of her asshole. A bit too smoothly. Had Applejack lubed herself up beforehand?
Next to Applejack, Cheerilee tended to the waiting colts while on her back. There wasn't a lot of interest in her flanks. One colt had her pussy to himself, and Cheerilee had her legs wrapped around him, steadying his rhythm. Another colt thrusted his hips to sink his cock down Cheerilee's throat. Four more, however, were at each side of her. They were content with taking turns for a simple hoofjob. That made sense. Button could attest to the quality of Miss Cheerilee's hoofjobs.
As Cheerilee and Applejack took care of the colts, the filly's gather around Button Mash and his cock sleeve.
Well, duty called.
Back at home, Button Mash sat on his computer. Neither of them were turned on, but Button felt a bit bad about leaving his mother that morning, so he allowed her to soothe his slightly bruised dick with her gentle tongue. All the while, Cream Heart muttered to herself as she licked her son's head from beneath the desk.
"Oh Celestia, I'm such an awful mother. I'm such a whore. Getting off on my son's cock."
This whole day just felt off. Button wasn't getting the usual thrill from taking advantage of a horde of mares and fillies. But nothing had gone wrong or was out of place. In fact, everything was going along perfectly. Maybe it was just a phase.
With nothing else to do he turned on his computer and started up Fallout: Equestria 4. It had been a while since he played last. The sequel had been released a couple months earlier, but sometimes he just wanted to play the classics. Button loaded up an old save file and started to play. At least he tried. When he pressed the spacebar to jump, his character launched himself into the sky and out of the reaches of the skybox.
What the hell?
Button looked at his character's stats. They were maxed out along with every skill available. A feat that shouldn't have been possible. Then it clicked. That's right, he had used console commands to make his character a god. Then when it became too easy he got bored and stopped playing for a couple of years.He just needed a fresh save in order to play the game without cheats. Then it would be fun again.
It clicked a second time.
That was it!
Of course he'd get bored of his mom sucking him off and every mare hungering for his cock when it took absolutely no effort. It was like using a cheat code.
Button reached for the device and turned it on. A bright light flashed, and his mother stopped licking him. He knew exactly what he needed.
He needed to start a fresh save.