“I won’t say anything, ma’am.” Apogee folded her ears back. “I’m really sorry I said anything in the first place. Maybe I should… just… go.” Apogee started to walk out past the pair.

Button reached out for her but was beaten to the punch by Cream, who placed a placating hoof on Apogee’s shoulder.

“Maybe I should meet your mother after all.”

I can only imagine how that'll go! Then again, maybe I do know.

YOU ARE WIN. (It was made by Neighponese developers)

Umm.. that’s... racist? I think? Is it?

My pants got tight because of the Luna Lander game.

Hmm...
Wasn’t explicitly stated that there was nothing illegal in that kind of relationship as long as age was above the threshold?

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Correct! Didn't mean there aren't social taboo consequences.

Wow. That arcade scene was miraculously detailed. I wish I could paint a picture with words like that.

Enjoying it so far, but I think ButGee sounds better.

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Awww thank you! That's really touching! I hope you could see in your mind's eye the arcade I had in my head, that I tried to convey with my meager words!

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Umm.. that’s... racist? I think? Is it?

It's an actual thing.

This is legitimately one of my favorite chapters of any story I've ever read.
The scenes we're painted perfectly in my mind, and the emotions felt so real.
Absolutely phenomenal work, Clop, this was amazing.

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Wow! Thank you so much!

That bit at the end was getting to cringeworthy to read.

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Ah, sorry to hear that... Can you give me any additional tidbits so I can work on it?

Apogee bit off her words as the pony came into view. It was a teenaged colt. An earth-pony only a little bit bigger than she was. He had a dark-brown coat, the short hairs of which seemed to rustle and stand on end as he worked the controls with silent intensity. His lighter brown mane bounced around, a messy mop that was concealed under a multicolored beanie with a small propeller on top, like something out of one of her old comic books. His amber eyes were fixated with intensity on the black and green CRT screen, as he gingerly caressed the controls.

Yes! It's him!
(I know this was already promised in the story description, but still...)

“More thrust!” He chirped back at her. [...]
“Yes! Yes, that’s it!” Apogee huffed, short of breath. “That’s the spot, keep it there, keep it there!” [...]
“Harder! Harder! Thrust harder!” The colt groaned out. “So… close… we’re going to…!”
“TOUCHDOWN!” Apogee and the colt cried out at the same time.

And that was only them playing a video game. What would happen if they would go to the next level (if you understand what I mean).

“Look at that! A 999999999 score! If they’d gotten even a pixel further it would have flipped the counter over and they’d have gotten a negative score!”

*Insert stupid "It's over 9000"-joke here*

Well… not to be a jerk or anything but it’s made worse by the fact that I have a really special relationship with my mom. How best to describe it… well.. we’re REALLY close.”
Button’s eyebrow arched and he looked at her with a smirk, “I doubt that you’re as close as I am with my mom, but go on.”
Oh if only he knew, Apogee thought to herself.

Meanwhile:
Oh if only he knew, Button Mash thought to himself.

[I really should stop doing this, or I will quote the whole chapter here...]

Anyway, good chapter.
And now I will click on the big "Next" button under the actual story, since I somehow ignored the last paragraph. And there is nothing you can do about it! HA!

I really don't understand why Apogee is so uptight about the whole "not flashing people" thing. Ponies don't normally wear clothes! Nudity is a non-issue! It's literally not even a taboo they would even consider to possibly exist, like eating is for us.

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Porn logic.

Actually it's more of a flashing while displaying overt sexual signs thing.

Plus teens are always self conscious regardless.

An earth-pony only a little bit bigger than she was.

*Looks up at cover image.*
*Notes that Button Mash is slightly smaller than Apogee in the picture.*
*Goes back to reading.*

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The camera adds 5 inches to apogee

Damn fine chapter. Very well done. Quite the teaser

“Look at that! A 999999999 score! If they’d gotten even a pixel further it would have flipped the counter over and they’d have gotten a negative score!”

I doubt that. Since there are 9 digits in that number, and since it's greater than 8,388,608, it's probably coded as an integer with at least 24 bits. That said, assuming it is exactly 24 bits, it can go up to either 16,777,213 or 16,777,214, depending on whether the first digit is considered part of the number or a "sign", which indicates whether the number is positive or negative. (In absence of a sign, machines tend to assume an integer is positive). That said, since there's probably a limit as to how many characters can fit on the screen, it should - in theory - be rather trivial to implement a software limit as to how high the number can go. In C, the code would look like this (assuming the game uses "SCORE" as the variable to keep track of points):

if(SCORE > 999999999) //999,999,999 - we doesn't want more points than fits on a screens very bad no fit
/*_______*/score=999999999

(The person who wrote that comment would most likely be the same person who wrote "YOU ARE WIN", hence the bad grammar here. Also, I put a "/*______*/" at the beginning of the second line, because this website wouldn't let me indent that line. I hid that part in white font, so it hopefully won't show but if you use the website's dark theme - which may or may not show that part - just know that's a workaround for a website fluke. Real code would likely have just regular spaces or tab characters.)

Also, even if a single "if" statement wasn't feasible, unless there are ways to lose points, I doubt the developers would use a "signed" integer, as that extra bit would be wasted. Thus, the game probably wouldn't support negative numbers in the first place. On a related note, has anyone ever played the original Star Wars Battlefront from 2004? (Or was it 2005? I honestly don't remember.) If you get more than 255 kills (the highest possible 8-bit integer), it rolls over to zero, likely because they didn't use a signed integer. (They should have, since killing allies counts as negative kills.) AFAIK, the only way to do this is to play an unofficial map, as only (some of) those maps have enough reinforcements for that to happen without the battle ending first.

Then again, I'm not an expert programmer, so take everything I just said with a grain of salt. (I took one semester of C++, and my grade for that class was a D. It still amuses me that "D" is one alphabetic number away from "C".)

“Okay, even I think that’s nerdy.”

You should try reading my previous comment. Now that is one nerdy post.

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I loved the comment, because it is spot on! I didn't want to get into integers and overflows, but you're spot on.

Another likelihood is that the character would flip over into another non-alphanumeric character (like a texture or a gameobject) when the program tried to access the 'next' symbol in the register and get pointed toward a part of the graphical database that didn't house alphanumerics.

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A non-alphanumeric character, huh? I never even thought of that.

***You should have come here from Chapter two***

I hate to admit I had one job and failed but I actually came from chapter 1 because I read chapter 2 first. Regardless, I'm up to speed. Let's crack on, shall we?

This cave-like atmosphere had always been a refuge of sorts for Apogee and her best friend Daisy Cutter.

Now there's a name! If she doesn't MOAB a dude at some point during this fic, I'll be very disappointed.

Plus, they’d get to play some amazing classic arcade games! All the young colts and fillies might be glued to their Haystation 4’s, but Diz and Apogee had learned the joy of standing beside one another, cheering each other on as they tried to get a new highscore in Horsey Hong.

Sounds like the name of a Korean city.

Apogee sighed, tension boiling off her under the familiar black lights and beeping sound effects of her haunt. She knew it wasn't the ideal place to find a colt or stallion, but she could do with a little break before trying to sneak into a bar,

I'm going to stop you there. Why in the name of all that is rotten are you going to have to sneak into a bar to find a dude!? Ya know... I've had people tell me they thought my version of Roseluck is a pretty dysfunctional mare. Next to this girl, she's Mother Teresa.

Then again, if Roseluck and Apogee ever did meet, Rose would be showing her how to break into military installations to get laid. Chips off the old block.

An annoying, acne-faced wastoid named Keith (a weird name for a unicorn),

You didn't even try. If you were a lesser-writer I'd give you a hard time over that ultra low-effort name.

Before she could break eye contact, he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively – as he always did, much to her and Diz's chagrin.

Well, Gee, you're in the field and there are the animals. Start hunting!

She’d gotten to this stage herself only a few times…but she had more fuel in her gauge when she did so..

I think you meant more fuel in her gauge than "he" did.

“Less yaw!” She growled!

“More thrust!” He chirped back at her.

The two had become like a single entity, each movement complemented by a reaction from the other, skillful hooves tweaking and teasing buttons and knobs with the deftest of touches as they approached the climax.

I can't believe how invested I'm getting in this foreshadowing! Nice work, Cloppy.

YOU ARE WIN. (It was made by Neighponese developers)

For Great Justice...

*pew pew pew*”

Asterisks? Am I going to scroll to the bottom and find out the following pew-pew-pews weren't evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration?

*pyeow pyeow*.”

I'm certain this is in Korea.

She hadn’t noticed, but with all the excitement, her wings were part way extended and her body had a healthy sheen of sweat. Her tail was partially flagging, lifting her school skirt well clear of her teenage hips. As her eyes traced the colt’s gaze, she caught him staring at her marehood.

This is all taking place in foal-appropriate venues and I still have to remind myself I'm reading foalcon. Christ, I'm going to have to jump in a lake when I'm done with this chapter.

Oh, you should probably combine part and way together; it's a compound word.

In fact, somepony could even call it a four dimensional problem if you consider the issues of time and gravity on a landing trajectory…

Apogee is quite insightful. When dealing with any issue involving space, you do indeed operate in four dimensions: the fourth being time. I saw a great explanation about time's impact on gravity in a documentary on black holes.

For instance, the reaction control system that is used to make the craft pitch, roll and yaw… and which you used to cheat out a few extra delta-vee of thrust-”

Button puffed up his chest. “Nah, that’s not cheating Apogee. We call it an exploit.”

At least he's not a filthy save-scummer like those Austria Players on Europa Universalis 4. Oh, you PU'd Hungary without a fight and won the Burgundian Inheritance, did you? Like hell you did, cheater!

Apogee glowered, the conversation with her mother from earlier that day springing back to mind. “Yeah, you’ve hit the nail in the horseshoe… but that’s only the start of my problems.”

She's tempting TMI by going there! Let the poor guy get a moment's peace before you drop that crazy on him. He's just happy he's found a legit Gamer Grrl.

Apogee stiffened… she had to be careful not to reveal too much to this random colt. “Well… not to be a jerk or anything but it’s made worse by the fact that I have a really special relationship with my mom. How best to describe it… well.. we’re REALLY close.”

Button’s eyebrow arched and he looked at her with a smirk, “I doubt that you’re as close as I am with my mom, but go on.”

No, you both should really stop! Talk about politics or something. Just, stahhhp!

"I don't mind," she said breathlessly. “But back to the point, don’t you think that I should get to decide what I want? Why should my mom be able to tell me that I need to find a colt my age?”

Because the alternative is incest with a minor? Just spitballing here.

What is wrong with this girl!?

“So,” Button’s voice interrupted her, reminding her of his presence, “how long have you and your mom been a thing?”

I'm locked in a toughshed made from awkwardness with these two weirdos and I'm being launched into the sun. God help us...

“Relax.” Button said soothingly, his eyes widening. He must have realized just how panicky she’d become. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. Honestly, I never understood why ponies get so uptight about it. If it weren’t for her insisting I keep it quiet, I’d happily tell everyone that I was sleeping with the most beautiful older mare in the world: my mom.”

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The awkward is killing me! Send help! Send Coronavirus! I'm getting pulled into the storm drain without my arms!

YOU ARE CLASHED. GAME OVER. LUNA’s Lander was an unforgiving, if illiterate, game.

You are on the way to destruction. You have no chance to survive make your time.

Apogee couldn’t see any trickery in his face. He was telling the truth. The surprise and shock in her face melted away to a goofy smile - a compatriot!

I... need to go to bed. I'll finish this comment tomorrow. Oh my Lord... Where do these two go from here? And my clopper instincts are telling me I haven't seen anything yet. Serious kudos for this chapter are in order. I have this same sort of blackmailed into reading feeling I had back in 2014 when I was reading Fallout Equestria on a harsh, unforgiving googledoc from the Equestria Daily link as a new brony because I'd never heard of Fimfiction before, watching ponies get blasted into bloody chunks and unable to turn away from the carnage. I have to see this trainwreck of a couple and their tale together to the end or I'll never be able to live with myself.

I've been looking forward to this all day. Enjoy the ramble! I wonder how much pearl-clutching I'll engage in this time.

Apogee sat down, her brow furrowing in frustration, she massaged her temples, trying to ward off an impending headache from the comment she’d just heard. “You… you are actively bucking your mom… but you think that going on a date with her is weird?”

Finally! Something managed to crack through her hardened shell of solipsism.

Apogee leaned in close to Button’s ear glancing about conspiratorially and making Button flick his ear intently to listen to her whisper… “put it in her butt?”

Apogee managed to make anal sex with your Mom sound tame and lame. Ah, but we can't all be poets.

Button’s face went beet red and he stood stock straight. Apogee imagined she could see a geyser of steam burning out of his ears. “Y-you can p-put it in…. that?”

Lube helps, but yeah. I'm pretty sure my version of Roseluck subsists on a diet of anal sex and cucumber sandwiches. This conversation is right up her alley!

Apogee giggled, and walked past the colt, flicking her tail up and brushing the end of his snout with her tail bun playfully. “So it seems that I’ve got more XP than you… Turbo...”

Get gud, scrub!

Button cleared his throat and pointed at her. “But seriously though… you’ve done… that?”

Apogee's ears folded back and her crazy grin widened ever further.

Oh god, I just felt my sphicter clench. She's taking a fully-grown stallion up the ass as a teenager? That has to be one fucking existential experience! Existential in the René Descartes fashion: "I hurt, therefore I am."

And now I'm imagining father/daughter anal sex happening... Thanks for that, Cloppy...

Horse. Horse never changes.

Button’s mouth was slightly agape. Apogee could see him squinting, trying hard to imagine just how such a task would be accomplished.

Blandly, unless the clopfiction writer is a specialist in F/F. I'm straight-up garbage at it.

The feel of the colt’s fur against hers was so different than her mom’s or her father’s, the shorter coarser earth-pony hair scritching her coat nicely.

This is some fine detail, sir. You've scattered excellent bits of headcanon throughout. It makes the dish so much more flavorful.

Button almost face-hoofed as he realized he’d busted himself

Add a period.

Something she’d never been able to do with her father. Would the smoother, darker balls taste different?

As long as they aren't inert. In which case it won't make a bit of difference... guys.

So she had been getting Button ‘worked up’! She chuckled to herself, proudly.

The RGRE is strong in this one. Fact is, and it just needs to be said, getting a teenaged lad erect isn't too hard for even the most mediocre of girls. You're trying not to get hard at any given time because the wind hits you wrong and bang! Instant boner.

She chewed her lip slightly with restrained admiration. The flare looked different too: her father’s had always been knobby and intimidating.

And going in her ass, oh my Goooooood!

Apogee nodded slightly, her heartbeat drowning out all other sounds in her cute, freckled ears.

I love this detail so much!

She felt the soft contact of the colts lips as they kissed. She felt the brush of air from his nostrils against her nose. He wasn’t as strong and overpowering as her father, or as silkily passionate as her mother… he was… curious. Not inexperienced or experienced.

I wasn't sure if she was bullshitting earlier about her Mom. She really didn't seem to want any sex from daughter dearest. So she has had a roll in the hay with her Mom?

“Mom!” Button’s voice jumped up an octave in excitement. The colt whirled around and threw his arms around his mother, pulling her into a tight hug.

Oooh, Mom-cucked. Ouch!

Apogee backed up a step, watching the two.

“Button… I…” Cream began.

Button hissed through his teeth. “No! What we have can’t just be replaced.”

Should I be reading this? This just crescendoed to heights of awkwardness that would put the Coronavirus infection graph to shame. The cringe... It hurts!

Cream Heart froze. Her face went ashen white. A shiver ran through her body. “W-what did you tell her, Button.”

What a time to have to make an edit suggestion! Use a question mark instead of a period. This is technically a question regardless of her inflection.

“She’s the same as us mom.” Button insisted. “I felt like it was somepony I could actually talk to… to open up with… She has the same relationship we have with her mom.”

This scene seems to exist to shorten the story to a more manageable length but this still feels like tearing the bandage off a gaping wound and bleeding out atop the gurney. They've just met and now all three of them know the depths of their own depravity! Clopfiction pacing and all that but this is a bit fast for me.

At this point though, I'm sure some criticism is welcome after all the nonstop, nauseating, sycophantic praise. I swear, I'm not usually this much of a cheerleader.

Button reached out for her but was beaten to the punch by Cream, who placed a placating hoof on Apogee’s shoulder.

“Maybe I should meet your mother after all.”

At this point, the story can go in an entirely innocent and almost Teen-rated direction. Almost. Lady Di can get her comeuppance for being an unforgivable piece of trailer trash and Apogee can get some fucking therapy to hopefully one day lead a productive and healthy life full of all the ups and downs common to all people. The least I can say for Cream Heart is she at least seems to have her heart in the right place. She wants Button to be normal but doesn't want to just kick him to the curb.

I've seen fanfics attempt to actually do something with the whole Button X Mom angle and this is the only one I've seen do it with an entirely plausible, if somewhat convenient, premise. This is a great story, but I gotta tell you man it's a sad, sad feel for something billed as spank material. This isn't going to resolve in healing if the sidebar is any indication but get ground down by the spinning wheels of the clopfiction machine into pants-igniting descriptive sex scenes and what can only hopefully be a resolution that's in any way beneficial for the mental well-being of the main characters and that being a longshot.

I'll see you in chapter 5.

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Oh wow, another fantastic comment!

Thanks so much man... Couple of God catches the in edits that slipped through, and so fun to see you enjoying the nuances I put into the work.

Seeing a reader discover them often allowed me to actually experience them for the first time too... I often write in a 'flow' style which means I hardly recall what I've written once I'm done it... Reading a lot of these phrases actually feels like reading something by someone completely different.

As to the seriousness of the material, you're right that it will be ground into inconsequential dust by the churning out of my lust fuelled clop.

Such is the way of my stories: toying with serious themes before letting the heady power of hormonal eroticism take over.