Button Mash lay on his back and held his open notebook above his face, a pencil in his mouth. He ignored his mother's moans as she straddled him and gyrated her hips. Instead, he focused on his notes. Button flipped to the last few pages where he had written a long list of mares he wanted to conquer. At the very top was his mom. He checked the little box by her name.
Level one had been incredibly easy, but that was the point. It was supposed to resemble a tutorial level.
Level two, however, would be just a tad more difficult. If the mare didn't want to have sex with him, well, that would be easy enough to solve, but, unlike his mother, this mare wasn't programmed to have a strong craving for his cum. No, he had to rely on other ways of control. Not only that, but he had to rut her while her family was around.
"Mom, I want to stay at the Cakes' house this weekend," Button said.
"A whole weeke--"
Button interrupted his mom with a strong upward thrust of his hips. Cream Heart squeezed Button between her thighs as his cum filled her up. She felt full almost to bursting, and she had forgotten how many times he came inside her. Even so, she still wasn't satisfied. Cream Heart kept her son's flaccid cock inside her until that wonderful moment when it would get hard again and she would be able to play with it some more.
As her climax subsided, Cream Heart continued. "A whole weekend, sweetie? But how will I--I mean--how will you go a whole weekend without me? Who's going to give you head or a nice rut when you need it?" Cream Heart leaned forward to give Button a long lick up his chest. "Just stay here, and mommy will take good care of you."
"You're a nice cumdump, mom, but I want more than one," Button said without looking away from his notebook. "You're going to have to start sharing me with Mrs. Cake soon."
"Mrs. Cake?" Cream Heart pouted. "But her rump's so big you won't even be able to rut her ass. Your cock won't make it past her cheeks."
"That still sounds like fun," Button said. His dick started to harden as he thought of mounting Mrs. Cake and using her ass like his own personal toy.
Cream Heart, meanwhile, wasn't as pleased. "Well then I guess you won't be needing me anymore." She shivered as she raised her hips and released Button's cock from her soaking wet folds. She leapt off the bed, but her legs shook and she lost balance for a quick second. Taking a moment to steady herself, Cream Heart left Button's room. All the while, Button never looked away from his notes.
It took less than half a minute for Cream Heart to return to his room. Bashfully, she slinked back onto his bed, positioned her head between his legs, and began servicing her son's cock with her mouth.
"Tell the Cakes you need them to babysit me from Friday through the weekend. Make sure you ask Mr. Cake. He's the only one that'll say no. When he does, offer to blow him. I'm sure he'll change his mind if you do."
Cream Heart stuck out her tongue in disgust. "I have to suck his dick? Why?"
Button brought Cream's head back down into his lap. "So you can videotape it. I left a camera in your room. Make sure to limit how much your face or your cutie mark comes into frame. I can edit around most of it, but I need a good chunk of continuous footage."
"Do I have to rut him too?"
"If he wants. The more you do to him, the better, and make sure to sound like you enjoy it. And if you could make him leave with blue balls, that would be perfect."
Cream Heart groaned her disapproval, but she soon went back to servicing Button's cock. Button took it as agreement. He winced as his mother gave him a particularly eager suck. He reached forward, placed his hooves on his mom's head, and forced her down as far as she could go. Cream Heart moaned at his sudden assertiveness.
Button sighed as Cream Heart's tongue caressed his dick. She had done this dozens of times now, and knew every inch and curve of him. Though it had only been a week, he was already tired of her. Or actually, tired of what he could do to her. Having his own cumslut was nice, but how many times could a player pass Level One before getting bored? All the more reason to move on.
"Is something wrong, sweetie?" Cream Heart lowered her lips to suck on his balls a little to make it easier to talk.
"Not really," Button said, releasing another sigh. "You're a good cumslut, mom."
Cream Heart smiled and blushed. "Aww, thank you, sweetie. Would you like some anal?"
"Thanks again for babysitting Button while I'm away," Cream Heart said from the front counter.
"It's not problem at all," Mr. Cake replied from the other side of the counter. "And when can I expect my, um, payment?"
Cream Heart giggled and made a show of licking her lips. "Meet me at my house and I'll make sure to pay you over and over and over again." Her voice was breathy. Mr. Cake grinned as Cream Heart headed for the door. She made sure to sway her rear enough to give him a good look at what was behind her tail..
Button headed into the kitchen, trying his best to stifle laughter. His mom sure knew how to commit to the part. He adjusted the strap on his bag as he entered the kitchen. Mrs. Cake was busy putting a cake into the oven. Her plump ass wiggled in the air as she made sure the placement was just right. Button leaned to the side to see if he could catch a glimpse of her pussy hiding beneath her tail. It took every bit of control he had not to hop up and mount her then and there.
"Hi, Mrs. Cake," Button said.
"Hello, Button. I'm so glad to have you with us this weekend, dear," Mrs. Cake said. She turned to face him and gave him a maternal smile.
Button nodded, not really paying attention to what she said. She had a nice pair of lips too, and Button wondered how those lips would feel sucking on his erection. There was something else to her, however, that made her attractive beyond her nice ass. There was a kindness in her eyes and smile that Button desperately wanted to break..
"Do you want anything, dear?"
Button licked his lips. "A nice, plump cake to play with."
Mrs. Cake chuckled. "I'm afraid you won't be playing with your food in this house. How about a nice cookie. We always have plenty left over these days." She went over to the counter where a tray of unsold cookies lay beneath a sheet of plastic wrap. Beside it lay a large pile of envelopes and letters, some of them with the words 'past due' stamped on them.
Before Mrs. Cake could retrieve any cookies, Pinkie Pie bounded down the stairs. It was at that moment that Button remembered Mrs. Cake wasn't the only mare with a nice rump at Sugarcube Corner. There just must be something with the sweets here that went straight to a mare's ass. Button made a mental note to play with her later.
"Hey, Mrs. Cake!" Pinkie Pie said with a bounce. "The twins are all tuckered out."
"Oh good, can you please help Carrot close up shop while I entertain Button Mash?" Mrs. Cake asked.
"Sorry, Pinkie," Mr. Cake called from the front of house. "I have to go meet with a, uh, supplier right now. You'll have to close up the story by yourself."
"That's okay," Pinkie said with a smile. "It'll just take me a little longer, that's all."
"Thank you, Pinkie," Mrs. Cake said. She turned to her husband. "What supplier are you meeting with? I don't remember any meetings today."
"O-Oh, well...it's, uh, a last minute sort of thing. They wanted to talk about...payment. But don't worry, I think it'll go really well."
"I hope it does," Mrs. Cake said. "Goodbye, d--"
Mr. Cake had already left, the front door still swinging.
"It really must have been urgent." Mrs. Cake said. She heaved a heavy sigh and climbed up the stairs. "Follow me, Button."
Button did so without hesitation. He enjoyed the view so much he almost stumbled on the last step. Thank Celestia for his mom's good acting and ruttable body. Without her drawing away Mr. Cake, he would have had to wait to spring his little trap. It was still a little risky with Pinkie Pie still in Sugarcube Corner, but he was willing to take that risk.
"We don't have an extra guest bedroom for you, so you'll be sleeping with Pinkie."
Bonus.
"What would you like to do, Button? Pinkie Pie has some art supplies in her room. You could draw. We also have books, and some board games. You can watch some TV in my room, but we don't have cable."
"Can I watch a movie?" Button asked.
"Oh, well," Mrs. Cake glanced at one of the doors in the hallway. "The only movies we have are recordings of baking shows and some nature documentaries. Would you be interested in anything like that?"
"I brought my own movie, if that's okay." Button patted his bag. "We can watch that."
"I'm sorry, dear, we don't have a DVD player. We just have an old VCR. You must think I'm an old, boring mare."
"It's a cassette."
"Oh!" Mrs. Cake perked up immediately. "Then yes, let's watch your movie." Mrs. Cake led the way into her room. The TV stood at the front of the room on a stand, with the only seating their king sized bed that was several feet away to provide a comfortable viewing distance. Their television was probably older than Button by at least a decade. The VCR was lower down in a little cubby designed for it. At least the screen was big, even if it was an old CRT. But hey, better than vacuum tubes.
Mrs. Cake turned on the television and the VCR and then changed the channel to three. A blue screen waited for Button to put in his cassette. Button had read about VCRs and the days before dedicated inputs. Putting those thoughts aside, Button fetched a video cassette from his bag and slotted it in.
The screen turned black, and sounds started to play. Quick gasps and grunts, muffled.
"She's bottomless," a stallion's voice said. "Oh crap, the cap's still on."
Mrs. Cake tilted her head. "What kind of movie is this? A home video?"
"Yeah, it's my favorite," Button said.
The black screen went away as the stallion removed the cap of the video recorder revealing quite the scene. A young Mrs. Cake lay on her back, surrounded by stallions. It was a proper gangbang. Cup Cake had two cocks in her mouth, one in each side stuffing her cheeks, while each of her legs worked on a dick of their own. Finally, one lucky stallion plunged deep into Cup Cake's folds. On the very bottom of the screen, just barely in frame, were cross hatches drawn on her inner thigh to number the amount of cocks that came inside her. There were nine marks and ten cocks in the frame, this was the last stallion in line.
Mrs. Cake was frozen in place, her mouth agape.
"Aww shit, I'm gonna cum," one of the stallions said.
The young Mrs. Cake removed the cocks in her mouth. "Please don't come on me, I have a date with my fiance later."
"Oh yeah? And what's his name, Chiffon?"
"C-Carrot."
"Well we hope Carrot doesn't mind us breaking you in. Say hi to Carrot for the camera, honeypot."
The camera zoomed in on young Cup Cake's face. The cocks she was servicing rubbed against her cheeks, impatiently waiting for her to get back to sucking.
"Hi, Carrot. H-Happy Birthday."
"Holy shit!"
"What a slut."
"I should make friends with this Carrot guy so I can rut this broodmare whenever I want."
As soon as she finished her birthday greeting, the young Mrs. Cake went back to sucking on one of the stallion cocks surrounding her. That's when present Mrs. Cake, having recovered from her shock, quickly ejected the tape and threw it on the floor. With a fury of stomps she pulverized it into dust.
"Where did you get this video!?"
Button shrugged. "A mutual friend."
"Young man, you're to forget everything you saw. Imagine if your mother knew you were watching such...such filth!"
"Yeah, and imagine if Mr. Cake knew about it too."
"W-Well, he won't be seeing anything now." She went to a nearby closet to fetch a broom and dustpan. Still in a huff, she swept up the bits of cassette and threw them away in their trash can.
"That's okay, I made a copy."
Mrs. Cakes eyes widened. "Th-that's a lie. You can't copy a cassette tape."
"You can, but I didn't copy the tape, I digitized it. Check it out." Button got his phone from his bag, brought up his camera, and played the exact same video. He showed it to Mrs. Cake, out of reach of course. "I also have several copies on my computer and in cloud storage."
Mrs. Cake's mouth opened and closed in an attempt to form words until finally she managed to make one. "Why?"
"I should ask you that. I mean, getting gangbanged while you were engaged. That's hardcore. That doesn't seem like you at all."
"I...Carrot just proposed to me, and I wanted to experience…that one last time before I got married."
"One last time? So it wasn't your first?"
"Young man, this has gone far enough! I'm going to call your mother and tell her we can't babysit you after all."
"That's fine. I can show my mom this too, and my classmates, and maybe even Mr. Cake. Maybe he'll start to wonder if those twins are even his."
"They are!" Mrs. Cake said with a stomp of her hoof. "I'm sick and tired of all those salacious rumors. That video was the only time I was...unfaithful."
"I believe you." Button had to. He had asked Mrs. Cake all about it while she was under his control. It sure was a surprise to find out the twins were actually Mr. Cake's. Who would have thought. "Let's talk business. I'm sure you know where this is going. What will you give me to keep this all quiet?"
Mrs. Cake took a step back. "Wh-what do you want?"
Button smiled. He climbed onto the bed and sat on the edge, his legs spread. His cock had been growing harder this entire time, and now it stood at it's full length. "Get it, or do I have to spell it out for you?"
Mrs. Cake stared at his erection, her mouth agape. "But you're a child!"
"A horny child that wants to rut your plump ass. Why don't you start by getting my dick nice and wet with your tongue?"
Mrs. Cake whimpered and stepped forward. While on her bed, Button's dick was perfectly level to her mouth. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue and brought the tip of it closer and closer to the head of Button's erection. They touched, and Mrs. Cake instantly recoiled.
"No, I can't," she whined. "I can't do this."
Button shrugged and took out his phone. "That's okay. Now who should I send this to first? Oh who am I kidding? I'll just use a mass text and send it to everyone. I'm sure Mr. Cake will find it eventually."
"No! Please!" Mrs. Cake pleaded. "Carrot has been nothing but kind to me, and I don't ever want to hurt him like this. Please, don't show that video to anyone. I beg you!"
"Then start sucking, slut."
Mrs. Cake gulped, and again she stepped forward. This time, however, she managed to give Button's cock a nice, long lick. She took the tip of his head into her mouth and gently sucked on it like a piece of hard candy.
Button rolled his eyes and wrapped his forelegs around Mrs. Cakes head. With a hard shove he forced her to take his entire length. Mrs. Cake whimpered at his forcefulness.
"There, now start using that tongue like you did in the video."
Mrs. Cake obliged and swirled her tongue around Button's cock. Button sighed and leaned back, his forelegs propping him up as Mrs. Cake worked him over. Her mouth sure knew how to be gentle, he wondered if it was because of all those delicate pastries she ate.
"Wow, you're really good at this. How many cocks have you blown in your life? I know of at least eleven. Oh wait, twelve. I forgot to count mine."
Mrs. Cake glared at him, but she didn't look very threatening with her cheeks sucked in. Despite whatever protests she had, she continued to bob her head on his shaft. She really was good at giving a blowjob. Steadily, her pace and the force of her suction increased, and Button's balls tightened. But he wasn't ready to release just yet. He pulled her away, and his cock was dripping wet. Now he could get to the good stuff.
"Turn around."
Mrs. Cake did as she was told. Her plump ass was now inches from Button's cock. This position brought fond memories of his first time with Trixie. But, of course, he was going to make sure to fully enjoy a mare's ass this time. He stood up on the bed and steadied his front legs on Mrs. Cakes lower back. He raised his hoof and gave Cup Cake's ass a firm slap.
"Ow! Please don't do that," Mrs. Cake pleaded.
Button gave her another slap. This time, Mrs. Cake didn't say anything. Good, she learned quick.
"Start backing up."
Button guided her rump onto his lap, and his cock slowly disappeared between her cheeks. She continued to ease back until Button's cock pressed against her asshole. Her whole body tensed and she stopped dead in her tracks. Button smiled. It looked as if his mom had exaggerated just a bit. He still had a couple more inches to spare. He made sure to maintain pressure, and chuckled every time Mrs. Cake shuddered.
"Are you really going to…" Mrs. Cake's voice was breathy.
"You almost sound eager. How long has it been since you had anal?"
"Since that...video."
Button tilted his head. "Mr. Cake never tried to rut your ass? I'd do it every day."
"He's...never asked."
Button smiled. He brought his hips back and in one well-aimed thrust forced his cock into her, his balls giving her ass a satisfying slap. Mrs. Cake released a husky moan, but quickly covered her mouth with a hoof to quiet herself. Button had to keep his own voice in check as her tight ass clamped around him like a warm vice. Mrs. Cake wasn't kidding, it really had been a while since her ass had been nicely stretched out.
Cup Cake backed into him, trying to get his cock even deeper. Button pulled her ass cheeks apart to get another half inch, but still she wasn't satisfied. She whimpered and wriggled her ass in desperation; her lust and instinct taking complete control.
"Wow, you're ass is starving for cock," Button said.
His voice snapped Mrs. Cake back to her senses.
"I...I don't know what came over me," Mrs. Cake whispered. "J-Just get it over with, please."
Despite her words, Mrs. Cake's ass still clenched around his cock.
"Feels like you're enjoying it to me."
"Don't be ridiculous," Mrs. Cake said. "I'm having sex with a child."
"And you're having your ass plowed for the first time in years. I bet if my cock was bigger you would've cum the second I put it in."
"That's not true! Just hurry and start moving so we can get this over with."
"Whatever you say."
Mrs. Cake bit her lip as Button pulled out. With another hard thrust he plunged into her ass again. Cup Cake moaned and her legs shivered. Her insides spasmed around the full length of Button's cock. He had to clench every muscle in his body not to blow then and there.
Once Mrs. Cake relaxed a bit, Button started to pump in and out of her. Even though Mrs. Cake tried her best to keep her mouth shut, she couldn't stop her moans and grunts from escaping, or stop her cheeks from blushing so hotly.
"You never answered my question," Button said.
"What...question?" Mrs. Cake said between gasps.
"Whether it was your first gangbang or not."
Mrs. Cake scoffed. "You're already rutting me, isn't that enough?"
"So it wasn't, huh?"
"I didn't say that," Mrs. Cake snapped.
"Yeah, but if it really was your first, you would just say so. You're probably not answering because you don't want anypony to know you're a slut."
"I'm not!"
Button gave her an extra strong thrust as a rebuttal. Her heaving moan just made his argument stronger.
"This is different," Cup Cake said. "You're blackmailing me."
"Yeah, and you're enjoying it. At least, your body is. But I bet it doesn't even compare to your gangbangs. I bet it took every bit of self control to stick with your one-dick marriage and not run out and slurp up ten cocks again."
"Th-That's not true." Mrs. Cake said it so weakly that neither she nor Button were fooled.
Button decided he had enough with their conversation and focused back on rutting her. His pace quickened and Mrs. Cake moaned nonstop, sensing the end approach. Button became more forceful, and every thrust sent a ripple through her ass. Button's balls tightened, ready to blow at any moment.
"Please...inside," Mrs. Cake muttered.
With a final thrust, Button obliged and unloaded inside her, and as his cum filled her up Mrs. Cake shuddered and gasped, her ass squeezing erratically. She pushed her hips back and pressed against Button, forcing him forward and making him sink deeper into her.
Mrs. Cake's legs buckled, and she stumbled forward and Button's cock slipped out of her. She collapsed onto her stomach and on the floor, her ass high in the air. She stayed motionless for a long time to catch her breath. Button stepped away and watched as his cum slowly dribbled out from between her ass cheeks.
"It's not true…" Mrs. Cake whispered to no one.
"I have a special surprise tomorrow, so get ready." Button left Mrs. Cake to recover on the floor.
In some ways, Mrs. Cake was right. It wasn't true. The Mrs. Cake of now was not the Mrs. Cake or yestermonth. Mrs. Cake used to be a loving mother and wife, co-owner of a successful business, and happy in marital bliss. Mrs. Cake had been truly satisfied to put her life of orgies and promiscuity behind in favor of a stable, loving relationship. But that had changed. Button had changed her. Reprogrammed her. Until she was just another NPC in his game.
Button couldn't help but feel just a twinge of guilt. But right now, his guilt was outweighed heavily by just how much fun he was having. Besides, all of this could be reversed and turned back to normal with just a press of a few buttons. He could have his fun and no one would remember a thing, so why not play a bit longer? Besides, what could go wrong so long as he had his device with him? With that thought in mind, he headed across the hall to Pinkie's room for a night of well-earned rest.
The next day, about an hour past noon, Mr. Cake busied himself with rearranging the displays of treats and confections around the front of the shop. Usually it would be Mrs. Cake's job to look after the front of the shop, but she needed to take care of Button Mash. Apparently, the little colt was a handful. Mrs. Cake was constantly at his side to make sure he didn't get into trouble. Carrot sighed. The last thing Sugarcube Corner needed was more distractions. That damn colt was lucky his mom was a good rut. And at least Pinkie Pie had taken the twins to the park for the day.
The soft tinkling of the front door's bell perked up Mr. Cake's ear. Finally, a customer. He turned from a tray of cookies with a smile, but it quickly disappeared when he saw the small group of colts that had entered. Carrot recognized a few of them: Pipsqueak, Snips, Featherweight, and Rumble were among them. He couldn't quite put a name to the rest.
"Here for a cookie or something?" Mr. Cake asked. Colts weren't exactly the big spenders he was hoping for, but bits were bits.
The lot of them stayed quiet for a few seconds. They all seemed nervous. They were shuffling their hooves and looking this way and that. Finally, the tiniest colt, Pipsqueak, offered an answer.
"We were, um, well, Button Mash invited us over to play…"
Mr. Cake rolled his eyes. "I'll go get him for you."
"Uh, he wanted us to come upstairs."
"To show us a video game!" Snips chimed in.
"Fine, then go upstairs. He and Mrs. Cake are up there somewhere."
The colts mumbled their thanks and hopped upstairs without another word.
"Don't make a mess up there," Mr. Cake called after them. "And if you do, make sure to clean up after yourselves. I'm not running a daycare here." Mr. Cake heaved another sigh and got back to work.
"No! No! No!" Mrs. Cake paced around the room in a huff, her cheeks red from embarrassment, anger, and a third feeling that came from between her legs that she didn't want to acknowledge. Meanwhile, Button Mash watched her from the foot of her bed. "It was one thing when you made me suck--" She stopped suddenly and looked around the room. She came up to Button and continued in a harsh whisper.
"It was one thing when you made me suck on your...penis, and when you did...things to my...bottom, but I'll never have another gangbang! I don't care what you threaten me with!"
Button shrugged. "Fine."
Mrs. Cake was taken aback. "R-Really?"
"Yeah, if you don't want to do it, then I'll just call everypony and cancel it," Button Mash took out his cell phone and started tapping on it. "It's a real shame. Some of the ponies I invited have way longer cocks than I do. They could've filled your ass all the way."
Mrs. Cake's back legs shuffled. "Is that right?" Cup Cake shook her head and tried her best to ignore the heat growing beneath her tail. "No! I won't do it!"
Button shrugged. "Oh well. Guess I'll just text them your sex tape. Maybe they'll be satisfied with just that."
Mrs. Cake pinned back her ears and blushed. "So either I do this gangbang or you'll show them my video. It's the same thing, they'll probably tell everypony what they did to me. I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't."
"Don't be silly," Button said. "Of course they won't tell anypony. If they do, then they'll never get a chance to rut you again."
"Are...are you sure?"
"Definitely, they won't say a thing. It'll be like it never happened."
A quiet knock came from the door before Mrs. Cake could offer another protest. Button grinned and hurried over. He swung the door open, and to Mrs. Cake's surprise a group of young colts bashfully entered the room. She had expected stallions with large imposing penises, not grade-schoolers with the tips of their peepees peeking out of their sheaths. Mrs. Cake frowned.
Button sensed her disappointment. He closed and locked the door, told the colts to wait a moment, and went up to Mrs. Cake to whisper to her.
"Don't worry, I thought we would start small before graduating you to the main event."
"Main event?" Mrs. Cake asked.
"Just wait until tomorrow," Button said with a wicked sneer.
"E-excuse me," one of the colts, Pipsqueak, raised a hoof in the air like he was in a classroom. "Is it true that you're going t-t-to…"
"Rut us?" Rumble finished for him.
Mrs. Cake's eyes widened as the reality of the situation hit her full on. She counted the colts. Ten, including Button. Dear Celestia, she was going to be forced to have sex with ten colts. The thought of their inexperienced hips humping her from all directions was...was…
Button nudged Cup Cake's side, tearing her away from her thoughts. She looked at him, and he gave her a nod. With a gulp, Mrs. Cake then faced the colts and nodded slowly.
"Y-yes."
An excited murmur grew from the small crowd. But even after Mrs. Cake spoke, none of them stepped forward to truly test it. Button rolled his eyes.
"Turn around and raise your tail," he ordered Mrs. Cake. "Let them see what they have to look forward to."
Mrs. Cake gulped and did as told. She raised her tail high to reveal her entire butt and pussy to the young boys. As the colts gasped and muttered in wonder at the sight of a real mare's actual pussy, Mrs. Cake couldn't help but feel a bit of a smile creep onto her lips. These colts were really admiring her body. Slowly, she spread apart her back legs just a little and lowered her front to give them a better angle, and she fought back a giggle as she heard a few colts groan in response.
"Geez, Snips, starting already?" Button said.
Mrs. Cake turned her head to look. Snips was sitting on the floor and hurriedly stroked his dick. His little Snips resembled him perfectly: short and fat and a little oddly shaped. Mrs. Cake then noticed that the other colts had fully erect cocks as well. Most of the poor dears were trying their best to hide them. Many of them actually did a pretty good job of it.
"M-Mrs. Cake your...special part is leaking," Pipsqueak piped up. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?"
"That just means she's ready," Button said before Mrs. Cake had a chance to. "Okay, now that she's shown you hers, it's only fair you show her yours. So sit down and let her have a good look at what you're packing."
The colts nervously looked at each other until one by one they sat and leaned back, putting their erection on full display. Mrs. Cake turned back around and looked at the row of colts. She wasn't sure what to do. Instinctively, she turned to Button. He egged her on with a wave of his hoof. Mrs. Cake, deciding it was best to play along, started from one end of the row of colts and examined each one until she felt Button was satisfied.
The variety of sizes, lengths, and shapes surprised her. Who knew colt cocks developed so differently at such a young age. Snails and Featherweight were tied for longest. If either of them were to plummet into her ass, they might hit that spot deep inside her that ached for stimulation. Shame that they were so thin. They wouldn't give her that delicious feeling of stretching her to almost breaking. Maybe if they both tried at once…
Mrs. Cake shook her head to get the thought away. No, she didn't want this. She was being forced into this. She had to remember that. She continued down the row of dicks and tried her best not to think about how each one would feel in her mouth, pussy, or ass.
Pipsqueak was the last colt to be inspected. His prick was by far the smallest overall, not surprising for a colt so tiny. However, Mrs. Cake couldn't help but lick her lips as she stared at his erection. It was a cute dick for a cute colt, she had to admit. The little dear deserved at least a nice blow. Slowly, Mrs. Cake brought her head closer to Pipsqueak's lap.
"Get your fill?" Button asked.
Mrs. Cake blinked and suddenly realized her mouth was mere inches from Pipsqueak's cock. She looked up at the young colt. He was breathing heavily with an eager, yet pained look on his face as he anticipated his first mouth hug. She quickly raised her head and took a step away. What had come over her?
"Wait, please," Pipsqueak begged.
"Don't worry, everyone will get their dick sucked eventually, but first I have to show you how to rut," Button said. He turned to Mrs. Cake. "Get on your back and spread your legs as wide as you can."
"O-Okay," Mrs. Cake said. She sat down facing the colts, and then leaned back into a lying position on her back. She eased her back legs apart to reveal her crotch. She was quite flexible, and the colts watched in stunned silence as Cup Cake did a perfect split with her legs in the air.
"Spread your pussy," Button commanded. She did so. He trotted to her gaping vagina and pointed. "Okay, your dick goes in here." Button raised his hoof less than a half-inch. "Not here." He alternated between the two. "Here. Not here. Here. Not here. Got it?"
The colts nodded.
Button still wasn't satisfied. "Yeah, you nod now. But when your mounting her and can't see your dick behind her ass it's not going to be so easy. Just don't force it and you should be fine. Now watch closely."
Button pushed away Mrs. Cakes hooves and positioned himself in front of her. She clenched her teeth as he set his forehooves on either side of her stomach. The tip of his cock parted her lower lips. Button didn't take it slow. In one hard thrust he was balls deep into her. Mrs. Cake moaned and shivered as he buried himself. She didn't have time to get used to it before Button pulled away and slammed into her again. Mrs. Cake spluttered and moaned as Button humped her silly. She had to squeeze Button's hips between her thighs just to keep herself steady.
It had been a long time since someone had rutted her so forcefully. She remembered back to her other gangbangs and how the first stallion had always used her first while the others watched. There was special meaning in being the first to cum inside a mare during a gangbang. Button obviously understood that, but Mrs. Cake wondered if the virginal colts knew too.
It only took about five minutes before Button gave his last thrust. Mrs. Cake whimpered and mewed as Button's cum coated her insides. Her labored breathing was the only sound in the room for a few seconds. Button pulled out and stepped away, leaving Mrs. Cake to limply splay her legs. The colts watched as Button's cum dribbled out of her pussy.
Button took a moment to catch his breath before speaking again. "Who's next?"
"I'm not gonna put my dick in there when it's full of your splooge, dude," Rumble protested.
Button laughed. "Then you better find a clean hole to stick your dick in before everypony else gets a chance."
"I-I'll do it," Snips volunteered.
"But Mrs. Cake was going to put my thing in her mouth," Pipsqueak protested.
The colts broke into a bickering mini-mob as they each argued who got what part of Cup Cake. Meanwhile, Mrs. Cake had regained her senses and looked on as the colts whined and threw a tantrum over who would rut her first. She smiled. It was almost sweet in a way, but her maternal instincts soon kicked in. She stood and went to the young colts to bring about order.
"Now shush, each of you, or my husband will hear you and I won't be able to rut any of you" she said, her voice only slightly raised. The colts immediately fell to silence. "Since none of you are able to share, I'll decide who gets to rut me when, okay?"
The colts voiced their agreement, and Mrs. Cake smiled. Her smile soon faded as she realized yet again that she had agreed to rut them. Well, if taking control meant getting it over with as soon as possible, then so be it. Besides...it could be fun...maybe.
Button appeared at the corner of her eye and held out a bottle to her. "Here's the lube. If any of you want to put your cock in her ass make sure you ask Mrs. Cake to give you a hoofjob with it before you stick it in there."
"Th-Thank you, Button," Mrs. Cake said as she took the bottle. She honestly didn't know what else to say. "N-Now, Pipsqueak come sit here."
Pipsqueak excitedly rushed to Mrs. Cake and sat down in front of her. With a smile, Mrs. Cake relaxed onto her stomach, her lips once again achingly close to Pipsqueak's cock. This time, she closed the distance and tucked his member between her lips. She swirled her tongue around his cute, little dick, and Pipsqueak moaned and gasped. He buried his face into her hair to stifle the noise and wrapped his forelegs around her head, pushing down in a feeble attempt to get himself deeper into her mouth.
Mrs. Cake sucked gently, and it felt very similar to sucking on a breath mint. The poor dearie really did have such a small cock. Oh well, she was sure some filly would find it cute and give him a good rut. And if not, well, Mrs. Cake wouldn't be opposed to letting him use her to quell his urges from time to time.
As she expected, it didn't even take a minute for Pipsqueak to start desperately humping her mouth. He was close to bursting. Mrs. Cake smiled. Such a sweet colt. He reminded her of Carrot's first blowjob. He had been so virginal and innocent. And, just like then, Mrs. Cake wanted to make sure Pipsqueak would never forget his first blowjob.
Mrs. Cake brought her forelegs over Pipsqueak's thighs and pinned him down to stop his hips from bucking. She opened her mouth wide and pressed her lips firmly against him to engulf his lap. She slurped her tongue across his entire crotch, caressing his balls, sheath, shaft, and head all at once.
It was too much for Pipsqueak, and with a final moan he shot a thin strand of cum down Mrs. Cakes throat. The musky scent and bitter flavor assaulted her senses. She swallowed and licked her lips with a satisfied smile. She caught sight of the group of colts still waiting their turn, many had their mouths agape at what they just witnessed. Ah, that was right. She had many more cocks to satisfy today.
Mrs. Cake grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some of the liquid onto her hoof. "Featherweight, dear, how would you like to rut my ass?" Featherweight didn't waste any time and practically galloped to stand by Mrs. Cake's side. Mrs. Cake reached up and gently stroked the young colt's cock, making sure to properly lube it.
"Rumble, would you like a blowjob?" Mrs. Cake asked.
The young pegasus gulped. "Y-Yes, ma'am." He quickly pushed Pipsqueak, semi-conscious on the floor, aside and took his place. Mrs. Cake hummed happily as Rumble presented her with a more substantial cock to suck on. She could even see the faint outline of a vein adorning his shaft. His dick twitched, and a pearl of precum shined at the tip. Mrs. Cake opened wide and engulfed his cock, bobbing her head to get a nice rhythm going.
"Oh wow," Rumble moaned. "No wonder my brother keeps asking his girlfriend for one of these."
Mrs. Cake released Rumble's cock to address Featherweight. "That's enough lube, go ahead and stick it in my ass, dear." Featherweight stepped away to follow instructions, and all the while Rumble pressed the tip of his dick against Mrs. Cake's cheek.
Mrs. Cake giggled and gave Rumble a playful lick. "My goodness, so impatient. You remind me of a stallion I knew."
"Did you give him a blowjob too?" Rumble asked.
"Of course," Mrs. Cake said with a wink. "Back when I was your age, a blowjob was how I said 'hello'."
She didn't know what was coming over her. It was just like her slew of gangbangs years ago. The more she was played with, the more she was used and rutted, the more she wanted. The truth was that she had missed this. She had missed being at the beck and call of several cocks eagerly waiting their turn. She didn't know how she ever lived without it.
Mrs. Cake moaned as Featherweight's cock slipped into her ass. Her moans reverberated around her mouth and Rumble's cock. She pushed her ass against Featherweight's hips. He was so close to that sweet spot. So tantalizingly close. A cock pressed against each of her forelegs, and without thinking Mrs. Cake got to work stroking them.
Soon, Mrs. Cake directed Snails to squeeze beneath her and get his cock into her pussy. It took a couple of tries for him to find the right hole, but once he did Mrs. Cake's whole body shook from a small orgasm. She let herself ride the waves of her climax for a few seconds before getting back to pleasuring the colts.
Snails and Featherweight found a nice rhythm and alternated thrusts. Rumble, ready to take control. stood on his hindlegs and gave Mrs. Cake's mouth a good rutting as well. Cup Cake's whole body quivered as three cock fucked her silly while she stroked two more. Luckily, Rumble's cock managed to muffle most of Mrs. Cake's screams and moans as orgasm after orgasm muddled her senses and racked her body.
Cum filled and covered Mrs. Cake as all five colts climaxed at once. It was everywhere, in her mouth, on her mane, in her ass, on her back, in her pussy, and in her stomach. She collapsed onto the floor along with her partners. However, she didn't have time to rest before fresh colts came to take their places.
Mrs. Cake had another cock in her mouth before she even regained her senses. All she knew was to suck, and so that's what she did. Slowly, she became more aware and was eager to start the next round. This time, the colts seemed eager for a blowjob, and Mrs. Cake found herself sucking on two cocks. Meanwhile another colt, Lickety Split, had already positioned himself underneath Mrs. Cake and plunged deep into her pussy.
"My goodness, you're all in such a rush," Mrs. Cake said with a chuckle. Between moans, she directed the two colts in front of her, Chipcutter and Tender Tap. She had Tender Taps lay fully on his back while Chipcutter straddled the other colt's hips, his back away from Mrs. Cake. In this position, Chipcutter's cock was just above Tender Tap's, allowing Mrs. Cake easy access to both.
The two colts were a bit shy with their situation at first, but once Mrs. Cake took both of their dicks in her mouth at once they forgot all about their awkward position. At that point, they didn't even care that their cocks were touching. All they cared about was how Mrs. Cake's tongue expertly weaved between their two shafts.
Just as Mrs. Cake was missing the feeling of a cock in her ass, she felt a lovely pressure on her backside. Rumble had recovered and had lubed himself up while Mrs. Cake busied herself with her double decker blowjob. Mrs. Cake managed a smile as Rumble thrust into her.
At that moment, she hoped her gangbang would never end.
Button Mash looked over the video he recorded on his phone as Mrs. Cake and his classmates recovered from their hours-long session. Button had managed to get more than enough footage. He pulled up his phone's camera and took a picture of the final result: a cum soaked Mrs. Cake unconscious on the floor. Now that would make a nice desktop wallpaper.
Button had brought clean towels for the colts to clean themselves off with, and as they finished wiping the fluids from their crotches, Button put his phone back into his bag and took out his device.
"Hey guys, check this out," he called to them. Immediately, they all looked his way. A flash of white light, and they were all still, wide-eyed and mouth agape. Button would have loved to let them keep their memories of the whole thing, but it just added too many variable he wasn't ready for. He couldn't have one of them bragging about today to a loudmouthed colt on the playground.
After taking their memories and replacing them with a lie about Button Mash showing off his new game, the colts left Sugarcube Corner without any fuss. Now with them gone, Button was left with a cum-stained Mrs. Cake. Damn. Maybe he should have asked them to help him clean her up. He wasn't exactly sure what to do now.
Before he could make up his mind, the door to the bedroom swung open. "Cup, what in the world were those colts--" Carrot Cake stopped in stunned silence as he saw his wife unconscious on the floor with cum trickling out of almost every orifice.
"Oh, hey, perfect." Button pressed a button on his device and another flash of light filled the room.
After getting Mr. Cake to wash and tuck in his wife for bed (and after erasing his memories of the whole thing, of course), Button retreated back into his inflatable mattress in Pinkie Pie's room. He had to do a bit of planning for tomorrow's main event. Really it was just a matter of how best to approach it. He took out his notebook and snuggled into his pillow and blankets.
He only had time to think for about twenty minutes before Pinky Pie, freshly showered and ready for bed, entered the room.
"Hey, Button! How are you?" Pinkie asked as she closed the door behind her.
"Good," Button said. "Hey, Pinkie, can you give me a blowjob?"
Pinkie Pie turned around, shocked. "What!? Button you can't just go around asking that! What's wrong with you!?" She approached him, anger now replacing her shock. But Button spoke up before she could properly scold him.
"But it'll make me happy."
Instantly the anger and disgust disappeared from her expression. Instead, Pinkie gave him a giant grin. "Why didn't you say so? I'd love to!"
Button kicked away his blankets and covers, and Pinkie Pie hopped onto the air mattress and happily engorged herself with his dick. She hummed happily as her head bobbed up and down. Her butt was high in the air and swayed left and right with each suck. Once he got used to her mouth, however, he went back to his notebook.
Having a couple of little cheats here and there sure came in handy when he was getting a bit horny. Especially, when he would have to go without sex for a day or more. And tomorrow, Pinkie Pie would be his sole entertainment while Mrs. Cake enjoyed herself during her main event.
"Hey Pinkie, you know what would make me really happy?"
Pinkie Pie slipped Button's cock out of her mouth. "What?"
"Rutting that pink pussy of yours."
Pinkie Pie giggled and smiled. She hopped to her hooves and turned around, bringing her head low and her ass high. Just like before she swayed her hips back and forth. "Well, what are you waiting for?"