Button Mash woke up early the next morning to find Pinkie Pie using his lap as a pillow. Though she was sound asleep, she suckled on his flaccid dick as if drinking from a straw. He pushed her head away and stood up, but Pinkie's mouth still moved and slurped at the air. Button would have loved nothing more that to keep her mouth occupied (or have other colts and stallions pay for the privilege), but he had things to do and set up.
He hated waking up so early. Was this little mission even worth carrying out? Button shook away the thought and headed out of Pinkie's room and out of Sugarcube Corner. As the cold early morning breeze needled at his coat, he wondered if sometimes he was just too kind. Adjusting the strap of his bag, Button just hoped that Mrs. Cake appreciated his surprise for her.
The main path of Ponyville eventually led to Sweet Apple Acres, and the cobblestone path soon gave way to a narrow dirt road lined by lush grass. The sweet air carried the smell of apples, and the apple orchard stretched as far as the horizon. The dirt road eventually led to the porch of the Apple family's large wooden-board home. An illuminated lantern hung from a nail hammered into the door's frame. Button approached the door and was about to knock when he heard the faint sound of voices.
Looking around, Button noticed that the nearby barn doors were ajar, and a soft orange light seeped through. That made sense, the Apple family were farmers, after all. And weren't farmers known to get up really early anyway? Button stepped off the porch and walked to the barn. As he did the voices became louder, but still quite muffled. Button stopped dead and his ears twitched. Were those...moans?
Button's walk soon became a trot. Now that he was hiding behind the barn doors, those were definitely moans breaking the early morning silence. Slowly, Button peered into the small gap into the barn.
Big Macintosh's hoof pushed Applejack's face into the hay-covered floor of the barn with her hips in the air. Macintosh slammed his cock into her with slow yet powerful thrusts, and every time their hips slapped together Applejack's well-toned ass and thighs rippled from the force. Her back legs shook as they struggled to keep her butt raised. Applejack looked ready to collapse any second.
Button grinned. This was perfect, exactly what he needed. Straightening the strap on his bag, Button Mash took a deep breath and sauntered into the barn as if he belonged there. Applejack was too cocked to notice his entrance, but Macintosh noticed him as soon as Button entered. To Button's surprise, the big, red stallion smiled.
"Howdy," Big Mac said. He never broke his rhythm.
Button tilted his head. That was definitely not the reaction he was expecting.
"I didn't know you rutted your own sister," Button Mash said.
Macintosh laughed. "Oh, ya didn't, did ya? Thought for a sec you came over to join in." Big Macintosh grabbed Applejack's mane and pulled, forcing her face to turn away from the hay and look up at Button Mash. "Open wide, AJ, there's another dick here for ya." Applejack and Button Mash's eyes met, and she obediently opened her mouth for him.
Button's member stiffened immediately. Even when he had asserted complete control over the Ponyville mares, Button had never seen Applejack like this. He wondered if it was a side-effect of Button's programming, but all he did was make Applejack more open to sex for money and debt relief. Button decided not to worry about the details for now. He could think of all that stuff later. Right now, he had an invitation he couldn't refuse.
Button sat in front of Applejack, and she eagerly got to work. She gave his erection a few long, savoring licks along his shaft and hungrily lapped at his tip to swallow up the precious drops of precum that leaked out. Once she was satisfied she had licked his tip clean, Applejack took his whole length into her mouth and sucked in her cheeks, hard.
"Woah!" Button winced as Applejack sucked him with the same unrelenting force as an industrial vacuum. She sucked in hard, short bursts as if she was trying to drink a thick milkshake from a tiny straw. It was painful, the most painful blowjob he ever received. He tried to pull away, but Applejack's soft lips had him locked in place like a vice. Damn, did Applejack always give blowjobs like this?
Macintosh chuckled. "Shoulda warned ya. Applejack ain't a mare to be gentle. Especially, when she wants a nice load of cum. Speakin' of, best get ready, AJ." With one last, strong thrust, Macintosh buried himself as deep as he could go and unloaded into Applejack's pussy. She squealed, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her entire body shook as an orgasm ravaged her inside and out.
Applejack's lids grew heavy, and she soon lost consciousness. She collapsed onto the ground, releasing both Button and Macintosh's cocks. Both of them were still hard and shined with Applejack's fluids. Button couldn't help but sneak a peek at Mac's massive dick as it twitched beneath his stomach. He was still hard even after having just came. Button forced himself to look away and at the ground below.
"Still only two, huh?" Macintosh said. "She ain't gonna be happy with that when I tell her." Macintosh went over to a towel hanging from a nail and wiped his erection dry. "At least she's doin' better than when we were foals. She could barely make it to one back then." Mac smiled as he reminisced about his childhood. After that bit of nostalgia, Macintosh turned back to Button Mash. "Now what can I help ya with?"
Button didn't care to mince words, especially with his dick still hard after a bad blow. "Do you have a body sling?"
Macintosh quirked an eyebrow. "A body sling? Well, how about that? Didn't think a colt your age would know what that is. I got a couple, but they ain't gonna fit ya if that's what you want. Are you even strong enough to use one? Or are ya intendin' to bottom?"
"No!" Button said quickly, his cheeks hot. "I want you to use one on Mrs. Cake."
"That so?"
If Macintosh was surprised by Button's request, then he didn't show it. And, honestly, it was getting on Button's nerves.
"Yeah. So will you do it, or do you want me to tell everypony that you rut your sister in the mornings?"
Macintosh smiled. "Well, wouldn't want that, would we?" He ambled over to Applejack's unconscious form and maneuvered her onto his back. "If Mrs. Cake wants me to rut her raw for a couple hours, I'm more than happy to oblige."
"It's more like twelve hours," Button said.
"Twelve hours on a body sling?" Macintosh repeated with a frown. "That ain't something you do on a whim, now. You know what that kind of stress does to a pony?"
Button rolled his eyes. "It doesn't have to all be on the body sling. I mean I want you to have her for twelve hours to do whatever sex stuff you want with her."
Macintosh hummed in thought. "That's a mighty strange request to come from her outta the blue like that." He shrugged. "But like I said, if that's what she wants, then I ain't gonna say no. So when do these twelve hours start?"
"Ten in the morning, today. You'll pick her up at Sugarcube Corner and from there you can do whatever you want with her."
"I'll be by at ten, then." Mac said. "Could use a day off the farm anyway. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta get this little filly back in bed." Macintosh strolled out of the barn and headed for his home, leaving Button Mash alone to deal with his mild case of blue balls.
Button shuffled his back legs. Damn Applejack and her vacuum mouth. Now he had to figure out where his next rut was going to come from. He could just go back to Sugarcube Corner and get a rut from Pinkie or Mrs. Cake, but maybe he could find a mare or filly to hump closer by. He looked over at the Apple home. Maybe he could take control of Applebloom for a quick five minutes and use her pussy a little.
In the far distance, a small cottage almost completely hidden by the early morning fog managed to catch his eye. It was Fluttershy's house, nestled in the trees at the edge of the Everfree Forest. After Applejack's harsh treatment, a nice fuck with one of her gentler friends sounded appropriate. His mind made up, Button headed for Fluttershy cottage. He hoped she was ready for him.
As he came closer to the cottage, Fluttershy's voice floated gently on the wind. Button perked up his ears. She was talking to someone. Button slowed down his pace and crept closer to the house. Fluttershy stood outside her home and was talking to a small group of bunnies that had gathered in front of her. Button hid in some nearby bushes and listened close. Fluttershy's voice was barely audible.
"A-Angel! I told you to keep it a secret. How could you tell so many of your friends?" A look of concern graced Fluttershy's face as she stared at the rabbits. Looking closer, Button noticed that each of the bunnies had a tiny pink dick poking out of their crotches. No wonder, Button didn't see their erections at first, they were less than half an inch long.
The front-most bunny, probably Angel, kicked a cloud of dirt onto Fluttershy's hoof and then pointed to his member. The other rabbits hopped up and down and squeaked like a chorus of dog toys.
Fluttershy took a step back, and the rabbits took a step forward. "I-I know it's your mating season but-" The rabbits raised their voices in protest, and Fluttershy winced. "O-Okay, but just this once, and you have to settle down."
The rabbits did indeed quiet down and swarmed around Fluttershy's hooves. One rabbit, probably Angel again, pushed the others away and presented his cock to Fluttershy. She whimpered and brought her head down.
In the bushes, Button took out his camera and started taking picture of Fluttershy blowing a rabbit. Angel only lasted about five seconds, however, and soon Fluttershy was on to the next bunny in line. Button supposed that rabbits weren't really built for endurance. They had to be quick before a hungry timberwolf chomped down on a pair of bunnies in the middle of sex.
After Fluttershy blew the third rabbit, the rest didn't feel like waiting. They crowded around her mouth pushed their tiny dicks against her lips and tongue. Fluttershy squeaked in surprise and froze, allowing the rabbits to have their way with her mouth. For ten minutes the rabbits used her mouth, came, rested for a minute or so, and came back for seconds. All the while, Fluttershy did nothing but take it, and Button could do nothing but stroke his own sore dick and tell himself his turn would soon arrive.
Finally, the rabbits had their fill and hopped away, leaving Fluttershy by herself. She raised her head and gulped down all the bunny cum that had accumulated in her mouth.
"Oh dear, I better go brush my teeth," Fluttershy murmured. Before she could even turn to go back into her cottage, however, Button stepped out of his hiding bush.
"Hey, Fluttershy," Button said.
"O-Oh, hello," Fluttershy muttered, partially hiding her face behind her mane. "What, um, are you doing here so early?"
Button held up his phone to show her the photos. "Nothing, I just came to take some pictures of you giving blowjobs to a bunch of rabbits."
"I-I-" Fluttershy stammered.
"Imagine what would happen if everypony found out about this?" Button said with a smile. "All your friends would probably be so disgusted they'd stop talking to you. They'd probably outright disown you."
Fluttershy shrunk into herself and sat on the ground as if hoping to sink into it. "D-Do you really think so?"
"Yeah, definitely. I bet they'd even take away your Element of Harmony. I mean, does anyone really want to trust the safety of Equestria so someone who sucks off bunnies in their spare time?" Button took a few steps closer to Fluttershy.
She didn't notice.She stared at the ground. "I...I guess not. I-I was only trying to help Angel during his mating season. I...I didn't mean for it to get so...out of hand."
"Hey, I understand," Button said kindly. "You just wanted to help your friend. I get it. I know you're a good mare. That's why I'm willing to keep this a secret between you and me."
Fluttershy perked up immediately. She raised her head to look at Button with a shy smile. "Really?"
"Yup, but you have to do something for me."
"Wh-What's that?" Fluttershy asked, her ears pinned.
"Get on your back and spread your legs."
"Wh-What!?" Fluttershy recoiled.
"I mean, you already blew some bunnies. At least you're staying in your own species by rutting a colt. And if you want me to keep these pictures a secret, then you have to help me get off." Button stood on his hind legs to give Fluttershy a good look at his cock. Fluttershy just sat there, her mouth opening and closing as if she wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. Back on all fours, Button continued. "But hey, if you want to lose all your friends, your Element of Harmony, and be a complete and total outcast, then that's fine too."
Button let Fluttershy stew in silence for several seconds. She cast her head down and stared at the ground all the while. Slowly, she leaned back until she was on the ground and spread her thighs apart, giving Button a perfect view of her puffy lower lips. Button quickly positioned himself over her, his cock head less than an inch from her pussy.
Fluttershy had her head turned away, unable to watch Button have his way with her. He didn't really mind. Button eased his cock between her folds, and Fluttershy squeaked as he slowly entered her. Button sighed as his balls bounced against her ass. Fluttershy's soft and warm pussy massaged and cuddled his dick, easing all the the soreness that Applejack's black hole of a mouth gave him.
"Your pussy feels so good," Button said. Fluttershy only whimpered in response. Button closed his eyes and savored the feeling of her, his dick practically melting. He could honestly stay in that position for hours. It had been a while since he had last used Fluttershy, and he had almost forgotten how good her pussy was for a sore, oversexed cock.
Unfortunately, Button had things to do and couldn't just stay there all day as Fluttershy worked her magic. He grabbed Fluttershy's hind legs and draped them over his shoulders. He slid his dick out and slammed it back inside her. Fluttershy yelled at his sudden movement, but he paid her no mind. He continued his sudden onslaught, and Fluttershy's pussy spasmed as he ravaged her.
Fluttershy peeped at Button as he humped her, but everytime they made eye contact she quickly looked away again. Her face had deepened into a shade of crimson and a couple of tears ran down her cheeks. She said nothing except for the small whimpers and moans that would occasionally escape her mouth with each thrust. That and the sound of their hips slapping together filled the still morning air.
Button grunted as he felt his climax approaching. After one last thrust, he unloaded into her. Fluttershy mewed as his cum filled her up, and her body shivered. Button slipped out of her and stepped back to admire his sperm dribbling out of her. Fluttershy didn't move, her legs limp in a spread eagle position.
Before she could recover fully, Button walked over her so that his hips were over his face.
"Time to clean me up," Button said.
Fluttershy whimpered again, but didn't protest. She raised her head slightly and gobbled up his half-flaccid cock. Her mouth was as gentle as her pussy. She caressed his shaft with the tip of her tongue, and her sucks were so gentle Button could hardly feel them. She raised and lowered her head so that her lightly pursed lips tenderly squeezed his whole shaft.
Button sighed in pleasure and allowed Fluttershy to work him over for a couple of minutes. Once his dick was nice and hard again, however, he had enough of her meekness, and craved something a bit more intense. He quickly bucked his hips, forcing Fluttershy's head back against the ground. Fluttershy's eyes opened wide as his entire erection forced its way past her lips.
He didn't give her any time to recover and humped her face without rest. Fluttershy squeaked each time his balls slapped against her chin, and Button moaned as his shaft rubbed against her tongue. This time, Button didn't bother trying to last as long as he could. It only took about a minute of rutting her mouth before his cock shot ropes of cum down Fluttershy's throat. She obediently swallowed. Button raised his hips and pulled his flaccid dick out of Fluttershy's mouth.
"You're a really good cum dump," he said.
"Th-thank you," Fluttershy said shyly. "D-Does this mean you won't tell anypony about…"
"A deal's a deal," Button said. "But I'll be back to rut you again sometime. So long as you keep your legs open for me, your secret will be safe and sound."
"Oh. I-I guess that's fair," Fluttershy whispered.
"Of course it is," Button said. He walked off of her and, satisfied, started heading back toward Ponyville. "I gotta get back to Ponyville. I'll be back to rut you later."
"O-Okay," Fluttershy said, still on the ground.
With his libido temporarily sated, Button headed back to Sugarcube Corner to resume his work. Mrs. Cake had a big day ahead of her, after all, and he needed to make sure she was prepared.
Mrs. Cake came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam. Mr. Cake was still asleep, enjoying his day off. He wouldn't be awake until noon. Pinkie Pie, meanwhile, was out taking care of the twins with her friends. The sweet dear had volunteered to watch them all day. With Sugarcube Corner closed for the day, Mrs. Cake was completely free of responsibility today. Which meant she had no excuse to give Button when he told her she would be some stallion's plaything for the entire day.
Cup Cake sighed as she meandered toward Pinkie's room. Being handed off to some mystery pony, forced to do whatever she was asked. She hadn't played that sort of sex game in years. What she was afraid of most, however, was the fact that the guilt of betraying her husband was being quickly outweighed by lust and excitement. She was actually looking forward to reliving her glory days of casual sex and general promiscuity.
Mrs. Cake paused in front of Pinkie's door and took a deep breath. Her stallion would be by any moment, and she didn't have time to allow her mane and tail to fully dry before styling it, and Button would surely want one last blowjob or rut before she left. She wished Button had told her about his plan earlier, it would have given her more time to prepare. With one last sigh, she entered Pinkie's room, and her heart skipped a beat.
Big Macintosh stood by the bed Button was sitting on. Mac wore his saddlebags, and a basket of apples sat beside him. He gave her a gentle smile as she entered, and Mrs. Cake was too flustered to return it.
"Howdy there, Mrs. Cake," Macintosh said nonchalantly. "Are ya ready to go or would ya like to have an apple?"
Mrs. Cake stammered for a couple of seconds. "I-I-I-"
"She's ready," Button answered for her before turning to her. "C'mon, Mac got the sling laid out on the bed."
Mrs. Cake gulped as she stared at the thick, padded cloth and straps and metal harnesses. It had been years since she was on a body sling, and the last time the poor stallion could only do it for less than ten minutes. And to think this time it would be Big Macintosh she would be under, and he would be the one to use her all day. She had played a part in getting his parents together. She still had fond memories of him as a small colt, galloping and playing in the fields of Sweet Apple Acres. She was there the day he was born, for Celestia's sake.
"Everything alright?" Macintosh asked.
Mrs. Cake blinked and tore her eyes away from the sling. "Y-Yes, I'm just a little...I didn't know you would be…" She made eye contact with Button, and he nodded toward the bed where the sling lay in waiting. She gulped, and stepped closer.
Most of the body sling was comprised of a large rectangle padded with soft wool. She climbed onto the bed and rested on her back on top of it, making sure she was centered. Next came the cuffs, also padded and attached by thick, fiber straps to the main rectangle. Big Macintosh helped her put them on and made sure they weren't too tight. The next step was left to Macintosh.
"This is a...very nice body sling," Mrs.Cake said, unsure of what else to say to him. "It's comfortable."
"Spent a pretty bit on it," Macintosh said with a smile. "I also got one I made out of some plain rope for ponies that like a little pain with their pleasure. Now what do you want me to do if you knock out? Do you want me to stop or keep going?"
"I've never passed out on one of these," Mrs. Cake said.
"I figured, but I'd still like to know."
"Umm, keep going, I guess."
"Okay," Mac said. "Now what hole do you want me to rut first?"
Mrs. Cake clenched as Macintosh asked her so casually. Her face turned crimson as the thought of Mac's member rutting her crossed her mind.
"What's wrong?" Macintosh asked.
"I…" Mrs. Cake swallowed her nervousness. "I'm old enough to be your mother."
Macintosh chuckled and came closer to her. "None of that matters right now. Right now, I'm just a stallion and you're just a mare." He brought his lips to hers and kissed her, taking her by surprise. She returned it, and when Mac brought his tongue to her lips she opened her mouth to let him in. Mrs. Cake shivered as their tongues flailed together, and she whimpered when Macintosh pressed his lips harder against hers.
Their lips separated from each other, and Macintosh brought his face close to her ear and whispered. "Now tell me where you want my cock."
"My ass," Mrs. Cake said in heavy breaths. "Stick it in my ass."
Button handed Big Macintosh a bottle of lube. It wasn't long before the tip of Mac's cock parted her ass cheeks and pressed against her hole. Mrs. Cake shivered as she felt the girth of him. Macintosh pushed onward, and Mrs. Cake covered her mouth with her hooves to muffle her screams as Mac's cock stretched her ass wide.
Slowly, Macintosh eased his entire length into her. Cup Cake's hips bucked as his tip reached that delicious spot deep in her ass that longed for cock, and they bucked again when he pushed past it. Finally, she felt his balls press against her ass, and Mac stopped his onslaught. His cock filled her up completely, it felt as if not a centimeter of space was left. Her hips kept bucking and twitching as orgasm after orgasm ravaged her body.
"You've grown sooo big," Mrs. Cake babbled, her eyes glazed over from pleasure. Her pussy was soaking wet, and rivulets of fluid dripped onto Mac's shaft and her thighs. "Such a big, big boy." Her babbling devolved into a series of whimpers, mews, and squeals as her hind legs spasmed and twitched.
Macintosh took a couple more steps in order to stand over her. "Mrs. Cake, you gotta strap me in." Mrs. Cake didn't hear him, occupied with her own long-lasting climax. Macintosh turned to Button. The colt was staring at the two, his mouth slightly agape. "Looks like you gotta strap me in."
Button blinked and closed his mouth. "Yeah, sure. Least I could do, I guess." He looked at the mess of straps and pads and tilted his head. "So, how does this work?"
"You see the straps with the metal clasps? Each of them's got a correspondin' strap on the other side. You clasp 'em together and then pull that slack until you hear a click. Then all you gotta do is wrap the padding around the metal so it doesn't dig into my skin."
Button fumbled with the straps, and it took a couple more explanations for him to get it right, but eventually Macintosh was strapped in correctly. Button backed away as Macintosh stepped away from the bed. The sling held and kept Mrs. Cake beneath Macintosh, her weight suspended by the straps that wrapped around and over Big Macintosh's back. Her hooves were cuffed to the straps as well, forcing her legs up his sides.
"It looks a little loose," Button said.
"Yup. That's normal," Macintosh said. "It's so you can do this." Macintosh thrusted his hips forward, and the sling, carried by the momentum, swung several inches toward his chest. Mrs. Cake squealed as Mac's cock slipped out of her, and then screamed when the sling fell back into place, slamming Mac's cock into her again. Mac quickly pressed Mrs. Cake's face into his chest to muffle her moans, and he and Button both froze to listen intently for any hoofsteps coming their way. A minute passed in relative silence, and they relaxed.
"Hey, so how are you going to leave here with her strapped in, anyway?" Button asked. "You didn't have to strap her on here, you could have just taken her to Sweet Apple Acres and do it there."
Macintosh smiled. "It ain't like you tried to stop me." He went to his bag and took out what looked like a large blanket. Mac draped it over himself and fumbled with a couple of clasps around his neck, and Button realized it was one of those large, thick, mantles that raceponies wear after a race. It covered Mac from neck to tail and fell all the way down to his fetlocks. It was so thick and covered so much that it was almost impossible to tell Mrs. Cake was stuffed with his cock right under him.
"Good thing it's cold out today," Mac said.
"How often do you do this?" Button asked.
Macintosh smiled. "Not as much as ya-" Macintosh stopped suddenly, closed his eyes, and raised his head for a moment. He stayed like that for several seconds before coming around again, "might think. Now if you'll excuse me, I wanna strut around for a bit before heading home."
"Yeah sure, just have her back by tonight," Button said.
Macintosh nodded and headed out, leaving Button to deal with his erection. The little colt sighed, waited for the front door's bell to ring, and left Pinkie's room. Now that Mrs. Cake was out having her fun, he could go out and find a filly to rut and abuse. He opened the front door to leave but found a filly on the other side, her hoof raised and ready to knock.
Peppermint Twist sheepishly lowered her hoof and gave Button Mash a nervous smile. A box of peppermint sticks were balanced precariously on her back.
"Hi, Button," she greeted him. "I'm going door to door selling peppermint sticks to help raise money for our class field trip to Cloudsdale. Are the Cakes home?"
Button squinted his eyes in thought. Oh, that's right, the field trip. Cheerilee had told them to think up creative ways to raise the money. With all his rutting, he had totally forgotten. Speaking of which, Button brought a hoof to his chin and looked closer at Twist, humming in thought. She had a nice enough mouth and a perfectly acceptable rump. Plus her curly mane and tail looked like it would be fun to pull and cover in cum. Not to mention, he always wanted to rut a filly with glasses.
"Yeah, I guess you'll do," Button said.
Twist blinked in confusion. "Do what?"
"Do you have time to hang out, or do your parents want you home soon? I was hoping to show you this cool new game I got," Button said.
"Oh, they said as long as I was home before dark it was okay," Twist said with a smile.
"Cool." Button reached into his bag and pulled out his device. A bright, white light flashed in Twist's face, and the peppermint sticks fell to the floor. "Come inside." Without a word, Twist walked into Sugarcube Corner. Button closed the door behind her.
With every step, Mrs. Cake shuddered with a mini-orgasm. Her senses were dulled in pleasure. All she knew was that it was dark, warm, and the heady scent of musk, sweat, and earth deliciously filled her nose as her snout pressed against Mac's chest. She didn't know what to do and, truthfully, she didn't want to do anything but simply lay back onto the soft wool padding and let the waves of lust and delectation lull her into semi-consciousness. This is where she belonged, underneath a stallion with a massive cock in her ass, and she didn't ever want to leave.
Suddenly, a hoof pressed Mrs. Cake's head firmly against Mac's chest. "Afraid I can't hold out any longer, darlin'," Mac's voice whispered to her. "Just hold on an' try not to make a lotta noise, we're in an alley, so we ain't any place real private." He removed his hoof, and Mrs. Cake clenched her teeth in preparation.
Mac rocked his hips and made the sling sway forward. Mrs. Cake moaned into his chest as his cock retreated from her, only to slam into her a moment later. Her legs squeezed him tight as she cried out. She wanted to beg for mercy, to ask him to wait until one climax subsided before giving her another, but he was relentless and she was glad he was. Despite her body's spasms and fatigue, she wanted more. More of his cock and more of his cum.
And Macintosh was only happy to deliver. He kept rocking his hips back and forth, the sling's arc becoming wider and wider until the momentum brought Mac's entire dick pounding into her, and he came. Mrs. Cake screamed into his chest as cum gushed out of her ass. It felt as if Mac had shot buckets into her, and the pleasure became too much. The world faded into black, and she lost consciousness.
Mrs. Cake woke up to the sound of voices and the feeling of Macintosh's cock still hard and twitching inside her.If she could wake up every day like this she would be one happy mare.
"Howdy, big brother." Applejack's voice sounded muffled from inside the heavy coat Mac wore. "What're you up to, besides rutting a mare silly under that coat."
Mrs. Cake froze, trying her best to be as inconspicuous as possible.
"Be nice," Macintosh said with a chuckle. "She doesn't know you're in on the secret, and I got a feeling she wants to be kept anonymous."
Applejack giggled. "Don't worry, Ah won't pry. So how long?"
"Goin' on two hours now, but she's been asleep the last forty-five minutes just about," Macintosh shifted his hips, and Mrs. Cake couldn't help but let a small whimper escape from her lips. "Gonna head up to my room and give her a break. Are Granny and Applebloom home?"
"Nope, and Ah'm headin' out myself, so you got the whole place to yourselves. Have fun, you two." Applejack's footsteps faded into the distance, and Mrs. Cake guessed she left for Ponyville.
"You heard her," Macintosh said. He continued walking. The sound of a door opening pricked up Mrs. Cake's ears, and Macintosh's steps went from the soft crunch of dirt to the soft thud of wooden flooring. The door closed, and immediately Macintosh took off his coat and threw it on the couch. Mrs. Cake blinked at the sunlight shining through the windows. It took a few seconds for her eyes to fully adjust.
Macintosh ambled upstairs and into his room, and Mrs. Cake wondered if she should say something. Not that she was confident she could form a coherent sentence with Macintosh so deep inside her. Once inside Macintosh's room, Mac leaned over his bed, allowing it to take Mrs. Cake's body weight and slacken the straps.
"Undo the clasps," Macintosh said.
Mrs. Cake blinked as she registered Macintosh's command. Mustering up as much of her frazzled senses as she could, Mrs. Cake took off the padding around the metal clasps and undid them, freeing Macintosh from the sling.
Macintosh sighed in relief and rolled his shoulders. "Thank ya kindly." Mac stepped back and Mrs. Cake moaned as his cock slipped out of her. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, you stay here and rest up before we get to the good stuff."
"W-Wait!" Mrs. Cake protested. Was he really going to leave her here for several minutes without rutting her? Cup Cake lifted her hind legs straight up in the air and reached down to part her ass cheeks to reveal her gaping asshole. "You're not going to leave my poor ass sad and empty, are you?" She asked sweetly, falling back on the tactics she used when she was younger. "It needs a big, thick cock to fill it up."
Macintosh chuckled. "Mrs. Cake, I've been waiting for you to tell me that since grade school." He sat on the floor, giving Cup Cake full view of his cock, black and slick and gleaming. "But, you know, I've been lugging you around for two hours now, and you just woke from a nice, little nap. So I think it's your turn to put in the work."
Mrs. Cake smiled at him. He had a point. It was no small feat for him to carry her around Ponyville for two hours straight. Of course, it was no small feat for her to still be conscious after a dicking like that, but she supposed he deserved a break anyway. Mrs. Cake slipped off the bed and stood, her legs shaking as they tried their best to support her. Carefully, she went over to Macintosh, turned around, and pressed her plump backside against his shaft, his cock slipping snugly between her butt cheeks.
"I didn't know you wanted to rutt my ass for so long." Mrs. Cake lowered and raised her hips to stroke his dick. "Did you jack off at the thought of spreading my ass with your cock?"
Macintosh groaned. "Yup. I even tried to get a good look under your tail once or twice."
"Such a naughty colt," Mrs. Cake teased. She flicked her tail across his nose. "Well, you're getting a good look now. Is it everything you imagined?" She raised and rotated her hips so that the tip of his cock pressed gently against her asshole.
"Yup," Macintosh said with a smile. "It's the most beautiful thing I ever saw."
Mrs. Cake giggled. "Oh hush." She lowered her ass and allowed just the tip of Mac's cock to enter her. He groaned she enveloped her, and Mrs. Cake did her best to keep her own moans in check. "Such a nice, big cock. It's such a welcome change of pace to have my ass filled with a well-hung stallion. As a little thank-you, I'll show you something I haven't done in quite a while."
Mrs. Cake planted her forelegs firmly on the ground as close to her center of mass as possible. Slowly, she lifted her hind legs and spread them to her sides into a perfect split. Then, slowly, agonizingly, she attempted to lower her ass onto Mac's cock. However, the strain and pleasure was too much for her. Her legs shook and finally gave out, making her take Mac's entire cock in one fell swoop. She moaned at the quick and sudden penetration, while Macintosh felt the air knocked right out of him as Mrs. Cake's full weight landed on his crotch.
Macintosh heaved for air. "That was…" he tried to speak between gasps, "that sure was something."
"I'm...so...sorry," Mrs. Cake said, her breath just as labored. Her cheeks burned hot. "I guess I'm not as spry as I used to be."
Macintosh took a minute to recover before speaking again. "That's alright," he said with a chuckle. He nipped at her ear and whispered. "You got the perfect chance to make it up to me."
Mrs. Cake shivered as his breath caressed his ear, and her ass clenched around his cock. Slowly, she gyrated her hips, her ass pressed firmly against the base of his dick. With every motion she felt his cock quiver and pulsate. She reached behind her and pushed Macintosh's chest.
"You're right, so why don't you lie back and watch. You're not the only one that can rut a pony silly."
Macintosh did as he was told and Mrs. Cake got to work. She wanted to be sure this would be a day he would never forget.
Button Mash adjusted the focus on his phone camera. The lighting in the room was really all wrong for the perfect shot, but true artists worked around such adversity. Once he got the focus right, he moved on to adjusting the exposure and depth of field. He spent even more time fine tuning the dials on his touch screen before he was completely satisfied.
"That was a really fun game," Twist muttered, practically half-asleep.
"I told you," Button replied as he finally brought his eyes away from his phone.
Mr. Cake slept soundly on Pinkie's bedroom floor, on his side with his flaccid dick draped over Twist's cum-covered face. Her mane, tail, and coat were all, in fact, covered in cum both fresh and dry. She lay on her back, legs splayed out, recovering from the exhausting day she just had. She couldn't rest yet, however. Button needed one more thing from her.
Button grabbed Mr. Cake's foreleg and stretched it out as far as it would go. He moved it around a bit and took note of its arc of motion. When he was satisfied, he released the stallion's foreleg and readied his camera.
"Okay Twist, just put Mr. Cake's cock in your mouth and smile."
At first, Twist put the head of Mr. Cake's dick between her lips, but that didn't make a particularly interesting photo. Instead, he instructed her to wrap her mouth around it lengthwise like a dog playing fetch with a stick. She smiled, but the picture was still missing something. It came to Button in a flash of inspiration.
"Spread out your pussy and give us a nice view, Twist," Button said.
Obediently, Twist reached down and spread apart her lower lips. Cum dripped from her pussy, and Button knew he had the shot. He made sure Mr. Cake's cutie mark was in frame and took several pictures.
"Perfect," Button said. He looked out the small window and noticed the sun still in the air. There were a couple more hours to go before sunset. "Go ahead and take a nap. I'll wake you up before it gets dark."
"Thank you," Twist said with a smile. She cozied up to Mr. Cake's crotch and suckled one of his balls as she fell asleep.
Button looked at the scene he had wrought, neither of the ponies involved truly cognizant of the situation enough to fully realize what they were doing, and for a moment he wondered if he had gone too far this time.
The moment passed with a shrug, and Button took out his device and brought up Mr. Cake and Twist's profiles. Once they woke up they would need to bathe, freshen up, and return to their normal routines. That also meant they had to be ignored by anybody who might run into them while they were setting themselves right. Namely, that meant Mrs. Cake, Big Macintosh, Pinkie Pie, and the Cake twins. If anyone else happened to stop by Button could deal with them then and there.
Just as he finished inputting his commands, Button heard the front bell ring as someone entered Sugarcube Corner. That's weird, he wasn't expecting anyone right now. Was Pinkie back with the twins already? Button exited Pinkie's room and closed the door behind him. He peered down the stairs and saw Mrs. Cake climbing up.
"Back already?" Button asked as she reached the landing. "It's only been seven hours."
"Believe me, seven hours was more than enough," Mrs. Cake said with a dazed smile. "Though we really only spent four hours together. I've been running errands the past three."
"Only four hours? Really? I gave you to him for twelve."
"Neither of us saw the point in spending so much time together, and we decided that if we wanted to meet again we could do so anytime we wanted."
Button rolled his eyes. It was a good thing he gave himself such a large window of time and that Peppermint Twist had all but given him a perfect opportunity. He had managed to finish his little side project in record time. Plus, he already gave Mrs. Cake the command to ignore Twist and Mr. Cake for the rest of the day. Still, there was one loose end he needed to tie off before he could have more fun with Mrs. Cake.
"Where's Macintosh?" Button asked. "Is he still on the farm?"
"He walked me back home like a true gentlecolt, then he said he had some business in town, so I'm sure he's in Ponyville somewhere," Mrs. Cake said.
"Great, I'll be right back."
Button rushed out the door before he could hear Mrs. Cake's response. Bursting out of Sugarcube Corner, Button swiveled his head back and forth in search of the large, red stallion.
Button wasn't really worried that Macintosh would blabber about his rendezvous with Mrs. Cake. Mac just didn't seem like the rut and tell type, but Button definitely didn't want Mac to know about his connection with Mrs. Cake. Something about Mac, the way he just seemed to accept everything that happened around him (including a young colt telling him to rut an adult mare), unsettled him. Not once did Button have to hypnotize the farm stallion to get him to do what Button wanted. And that was pretty damn strange.
Finally, Button found Mac in the most unexpected of places: the local arcade. Button saw him through the arcade's window, standing in front of a dusty cabinet in the corner of the dingy interior. Like most old arcades, this one had become rather neglected since game consoles and affordable PCs were introduced. Honestly, Button was still surprised this dump was still open.
Button approached Macintosh. Up close, he recognized the game Mac was playing: Pacpony. Now there was a relic. That game was old before Button was even born. Big Mac paid Button no mind, and just concentrated on the old CRT screen.
"I didn't know you played games," Button said.
Macintosh shrugged. "I don't. Not really. I just like to play a little Pacpony after a long ruttin' session. It's so easy I can just let my mind drift off and think."
"Easy?" Button repeated with a tilt of his head. He had played Pacpony a couple of times, and while the first few levels were super simple, the ghosts quickly sped up. The difficulty curve was just completely ridiculous, but that's to be expected from a game literally design to gobble up a poor foal's bits.
"Yup. The ghosts got predetermined behaviors, see. They're predictable, and once you figure it out, it's easy as pie to choose the best path to get all the pellets." Macintosh deftly moved the joystick with tiny, subtle motions of his hoof. "That's how all video games are. Once you figure out the game's behavior, it's easy to beat them." He shrugged. "Guess that's why they never caught my interest."
"Two player games are fun though," Macintosh continued. "Ponies ain't as predictable as computers."
"Oh." Button watched as Big Mac's pixelated avatar munched through the maze and ate up pellets. A few times it looked as if the ghosts had him trapped, but each time Mac would steer straight ahead to certain death, only for the ghost to quickly move out of the way at the last second. Button's eyes stayed glued to the screen for several minutes.
Then, right after Macintosh finished a level, the screen seemed to break. Half of the screen showed the maze as usual, but the other half was filled with a bizarre mix of letters, numbers, and symbols. Macintosh smiled, and stepped away from the cabinet.
"What happened?" Button asked.
"Integer overflow."
"What's that?"
Macintosh chuckled. "Let's just say the program couldn't handle how well I was doin'. That's just the way of programmin'. No matter how good it is there's always a way to break it." Macintosh rolled his shoulders and returned to all fours before turning to Button. "Was there something you wanted to talk to me about? Besides games, I mean."
"Oh right!" Button quickly looked around. Their little corner of the arcade was still as empty as ever. In fact, the only other pony in sight was on the other side of the room and reading a book behind the ticket counter. There were no passers by at the window either.
"I wanted to show you this new game I got." Button took out his device and flashed the white light at Macintosh. Immediately, Macintosh stared blankly ahead of him, his mouth slightly agape.
"Listen, you will forget everything that happened between you and Mrs. Cake today. In fact, you will forget everything that happened today, and instead you will remember that you were on the farm all day. You went to Ponyville wearing a thick coat, but that's all. You will also remember any conversations or meetings you had today that didn't involve me or Mrs. Cake. Do you understand?"
"I understand," Macintosh repeated.
"Good. Once I leave, you will wake up, and you'll only remember that you were playing this game. You won't remember me at all. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"Good." Button sighed. He tucked the device into his bag and left the arcade. He was eager to get back and have some fun with Mrs. Cake.
As Button left, Macintosh watched him go. He blinked and went back to stand in front of the arcade cabinet. He pressed one of the buttons and restarted the game back to level one. It would take another three hours to reach the kill screen again, but that was fine. Macintosh needed to think.