Button - Life Lessons (Clop/Gay/Foalcon/Dark)

"Button Mash! You failed your math test, again!"

 

>The fuming mare slammed the piece of paper onto the table in front of her son.

>A big, red 'F' decorated the test, a constant reminder of one's failure.

>Button, however, didn't even take one look at the paper; his mind was lost in a fantasy world.

>The TV screen was an explosion of colors accompanied by bright and happy sound effects.

>Drool hung from the corner of his mouth and his eyes were bloodshot.

 

"Yeah, I'm sorry," Button mumbled.

 

"That's what you said the last two times as well!"

 

"I'll, I'll do better, yeah... Next time..."

 

>Hearing her son repeat himself was more than enough.

>His mother's mind boiled exploded in a mixture of anger and frustration.

>She immediately went to the TV and grabbed the plug.

>With a decisive tug, all of the colorful images and bright sounds disappeared.

 

"Hey!" Button exclaimed as he finally turned his gaze towards his mother. "I hadn't saved!"

 

"I don't care! These video games are controlling your life!"

 

"No they aren't!" the colt yelled defiantly.

 

"Yes they are!" his mother roared. "And you're grounded for two weeks with no video games!"

 

"That's not fair! I worked really hard on that test!"

 

>Button's mother felt like a volcano was about to erupt inside her, spewing its painfully hot magma everywhere. She only prayed for her son's ability to brace himself for impact.

 

"Worked hard?!" Button's mother stepped forward until she was staring down at her son. "You don't know anything about hard work!"

 

>The colt crossed his hooves and turned his head away with a snort.

 

"In fact, I think it's time you saw what hard work is actually like!" She grabbed a hold of her son and began dragging him out of the room.

 

"Hey! Let me go!" Button squeaked, while desperately trying to break free of her grasp.

 

>The mother ignore her son's protests and continued dragging him along the floor.

>By the time they reached the front door, he had given up his struggle.

>There was no point in trying; his mother was far stronger than he.

>Instead, the colt snorted in disapproval and defiance, but this gesture was utterly ignored by his mother.

 

>Once the front door was open, Button's mother let go of her son.

>He scrambled to his hooves and glared at her.

 

"Start walking, unless you want me to drag you the entire way," she said sternly.

 

"The entire way where?""

 

"To Sweet Apple Acres. Now, walk."

 

>Button stood still for a minute, watching his mother.

>Neither of the two blinked nor moved.

>They simply watched each other, waiting for the other to act.

>When he realized she wouldn't budge, he begrudgingly walked out the door.

 

>His mother wasn't exactly sure what he mumbled on his way out, nor did she care.

>For now, there was only one thing she cared about: teaching him a lesson.

 

>Walking all the way to the orchard under the burning sun was hard work in itself.

>By the time the mother and son had arrived at their destination, they were sweating like pigs.

>It was an unusually hot day, even for Equestrian standards.

>Button was whimpering and complaining, but his mother urged him on.

 

"Howdy there." An orange, hat-wearing mare walked up to the two with a smile. "What can Ah do for y'all?"

 

"Well... I wanted to show... my son what... hard work... is like," she said, panting heavily from the eat.

 

"Teachin' him a lesson an' all that?" Applejack chuckled. "Well, y'all ain't the first to ask. Follow me."

 

>Button reluctantly followed his mother and Applejack through the orchard.

>This place was so utterly devoid of fun.

>All they did here was work, work, work.

>At least he wasn't the one born into this family.

>He stared at the ground the entire time, kicking away pebbles in frustration.

>The only redeeming factor about this was the shade provided by the many apple trees.

 

>Within just a few minutes of walking, they apparently reached their destination.

>Button looked up and saw Applejack's older brother, Big Macintosh, slam his powerful legs into a tree, causing all the apples to fall neatly into the baskets surrounding it.

>Applejack approached him and spoke, but Button couldn't hear what she said.

>The stallion merely nodded and Applejack turned to face Button's mother.

 

"Y'all are welcome to follow my brother 'round while he works," she said with a smile. "Ah have to get back to the farm. I trust ya know the way back?"

 

"Yes, we do, thank you," Button's mother replied, nodding as she spoke.

 

>Button grumbled and kicked more pebbles away, causing Applejack to chuckle.

>She smiled warmly at him as she passed him by, before disappearing between the trees.

 

>Button's mother walked to a nearby tree and sat down in the shade.

>Her son followed suit, but where she sat down in relaxation, he sat down in anger and frustration.

>With no other entertainment available, Button stared at the enormous red stallion as he kicked another tree.

>He didn't even grunt from the exertion, nor was he panting.

>There couldn't by any stallion as strong as him around.

 

"See, Button? -This- is hard work," his mother scoffed.

 

"Whatever," he mumbled. "Can we go home now?"

 

"No, we're staying until you understand."

 

>Button groaned and slammed the back of his head into the tree.

>He could have sworn he heard Big Mac chuckle, but when he looked at the stallion, there was no smile on his lips.

>Seeing no way out of the situation, Button simply relaxed and watched the stallion work.

 

>Time passed slowly in the orchard.

>One by one the trees shook as Big Mac kicked them.

>After every apple had fallen, he would put any stray ones into the baskets.

>Then, on to the next tree it was.

>Over and over and over.

 

>After just four trees, Button's eyelids felt heavy.

>The world disappeared little by little as his mind gave up.

>When Big Mac kicked the sixth tree since their arrival, Button's eyes slammed shut.

 

>Button's mother sighed in content.

>It had been a long time since she was last out here.

>Normally she only came here to purchase cider or zap apple jam.

>The orchard was such a nice place, though.

>When one lived in the town, it could be easy to forget the beauty of nature.

 

"So, do you still think what you do is hard work?" she asked her son.

 

>She expected him to try and get home by saying what she wanted to hear.

>However, the colt didn't speak a word.

>The mare sighed again, this time in annoyance.

 

"Button?"

 

>No response came.

 

"Button?"

 

>The mother took her eyes from the stallion and looked at her son.

>He was splayed out on the grass, his head resting against the tree.

>His mouth hung open as he quietly slept in the shade.

 

"Button!"

 

>Her son immediately sprung to life, shaking his head and groaning.

 

"I took you all the way out here, and then you just lie down and sleep?!"

 

"I wasn't, I mean, no, of course not," he stammered.

 

"That's it! I've had enough! You stay right there!"

 

>Button's mother got up and began walking towards Big Mac.

>Her son watched as she approached him and started talking to him.

>He perked his ears, trying to catch the words, but it was no use.

>Big Mac slowly shook his head, causing Button's mother to stomp her hoof into the ground.

>Button snickered quietly and turned his head away; it seems his mother's plans had been foiled.

 

>Once he looked back up, however, something strange had happened.

>Despite Big Mac having a red coat, Button noticed the stallion was blushing.

>His mother's tail was gently flicking back and forth, and she was smiling.

>She even put a hoof on his neck and gently caressed it.

 

>Button gulped as Big Mac shot him a quick look.

>The stallion was biting his lip, and he quickly looked around the orchard.

>His gaze once more fell upon Button's mother, and he nodded once.

>Both of the adults turned to face Button and began advancing.

 

>His little heart raced faster with each step they took.

>Both of their expressions worried him deeply.

>The knowing smile on his mother's lips, and Big Mac's slightly nervous eyes.

>Button gulped once more as they stopped in front of him.

 

"Since you don't seem to learn from watching, I've decided to let you learn from doing," his mother said, a hint of slyness in her voice.

 

"But I'm not strong enough to do that," Button replied and knocked his hoof on the tree.

 

"Oh, my dear Button." His mother giggled. "Who ever said anything about bucking trees?"

 

>The colt raised an eyebrow and leaned back.

>Big Mac was still nervously staring at him, and he didn't like the smile on his mother's face.

 

"Then what do you want me to do?" he asked cautiously.

 

"Well, Big Mac here" - Button's mother put her hoof on the stallion's neck - "has been working for hours. He needs a break."

 

>Big Mac's body shivered as the mare's hoof ran up and down his neck.

>He sighed contently, and the hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

 

"What does that have to do with me?" Button asked.

 

"Well, sweetie, when you work here all alone, you get pent up."

 

>Button didn't understand what that meant, but he guessed it was 'tired'.

>It made sense, too.

>Big Mac obviously worked very hard every day of his life.

>It was no wonder he'd get tired once in a while.

 

"You're going to help him relax."

 

"How?"

 

"By giving him a... massage."

 

>Button scrunched up his face and looked from his mother to Big Mac.

>The stallion no longer seemed nervous at all.

>In fact, he seemed quite happy.

>Button, on the other hand, did not.

 

"What?" he deadpanned. "I'm not giving him a massage."

 

"Oh, well, I guess you prefer two weeks without video games, then," his mother replied casually.

 

>Button opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again.

>Every second he stared into the eyes of the powerful mare, the fire inside him grew brighter.

>His mind was the stage for the war of decision.

>It was either an embarrassing act or giving up the thing he loved for two weeks.

>No matter how hard he fought, Button always knew there was no choice.

 

"Fine," he said with a sigh.

 

“So you will do it?”

 

“Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled.

 

“Do you promise me that?”

 

“Yeah, yeah, fine. Where do I start?”

 

"Start? There's only one place you need to worry about."

 

>Button looked at his smiling mother in surprise.

>Instead of answering him with words, she simply turned her head towards Big Mac and nodded.

>Silent as ever, he spread his front hooves and lowered his flank slightly.

>What came into Button's sight made him gasp and step back.

 

>Big Mac's throbbing stallionhood ran along his belly, its impressive size almost impossible.

>A seemingly constant trail of pre-cum hung from the tip, dripping onto the grass.

>This magnificent specimen even knew the joy of having its own rumors in town.

>Stories were told of it, yet none knew if any were true.

 

>Button merely turned his gaze away, opting instead to look at his mother.

 

"Are you kidding me?! That's disgusting!"

 

"Nevertheless, you promised to do it," his mother chuckled.

 

"But I didn't know I had to do... -that-!" he retorted in anger.

 

>His mother approached him slowly, a smile on her lips.

>Despite her kindness and care, Button stepped back cautiously.

>She merely chuckled and put a hoof on his head, caressing his mane.

>It calmed the colt slightly, feeling his mother's hoof run through the hairs.

 

"Good ponies keep their promises," she whispered.

 

>Before he could move or even speak, she grabbed a hold of him and turned around.

 

"Let me go!" he groaned.

 

>His little hooves smacked against his mother repeatedly, but they held no force.

>If not for the fact she knew he was hitting her, she'd thought he was poking her.

>With a nod to Big Mac, he spread his front legs further apart, allowing the two passage underneath his body.

>Button's mother crawled below his belly until they were faced with the beast.

 

"Let! Me! Go!"

 

"Button, you promised to do this," she said calmly. "You're not a liar, are you?"

 

"Mom, this is disgusting! I just wanna go home!"

 

"Still haven't learned your lesson, I see," she sighed. "Very well. You've forced my hoof."

 

>Button barely managed to process his mother's words before he moved.

>His mother sat him up in front of her, forcing him to stare right at the flaring head in front of him.

>There wasn't enough time to get afraid before she pushed his muzzle right into it.

 

>Big Macintosh gasped quietly from shameful pleasure at the sudden feeling of small, wet lips on his flared head.

>Shivers ran down his back and all of his legs as those little lips moved about slightly.

>In this moment, he was glad the two ponies were out of sight.

>Knowing what was about to happen, the stallion closed his eyes and silently prayed for Celestia's mercy.

 

>Button's mind went into overdrive once he came into contact with the smelly, meaty cock.

>His lips had landed right on the middle of the flared head; right on top of the opening.

>This served only to smear his lips with gratuitous amounts of pre-cum.

>Although the musky, salty taste was not entirely unpleasant, it still made the colt sick to his stomach.

 

>In his panicked state, Button foolishly tried to speak and push himself away.

>With no other leverage available, and without thinking, he placed his hooves on the sides of the dick and pushed.

>The pseudo-kissing and stroking made Big Mac moan quietly and thrust slightly forward.

>Button tried to scream as the dick forced itself against his face, but all he managed to accomplish was sending ripples of pleasure through the stallion.

 

"You're better than I thought you'd be," his mother said quietly, her voice sultry and excited.

 

>She pushed her son's head around in circles on the cock, eliciting moans from Big Mac.

>Button kept spluttering and groaning, but she ignored his protests; this was his lesson, after all.

 

>There was no preparing her son for what was to come, so instead of wasting time, she pulled his head away from the dick.

>Button immediately began coughing and spitting on the ground.

>His hooves repeatedly ran over his tongue, trying to clean the taste of Big Mac.

 

"Good job, Button. But there's more to it than this."

 

"LET ME GO!" he roared in anger.

 

>Once his mouth was open from the yelling, his mother made sure it stayed that way.

>She forced his muzzle right back onto the dick and held him down.

>His little hooves immediately started wailing in the air as his open mouth was slowly forced open further by the dick.

>Little by little it stretched his cheeks, pushed his jaw further down.

>Button whimpered as pain began to fire up in his muzzle.

 

"Shh, sweetie," his mother cooed. "I know it's big, but you can do it."

 

>While holding him in place with one hoof, she began gently stroking his mane with the other.

 

"You're doing really well. Just a little more."

 

>In one instant that seemed to last forever for the young Button, the head of the dick finally slipped inside his mouth.

>Big Mac's loud moan from above was drowned by the horrifying sound of a bone snapping.

>It cracked in his ears as his jaw went much lower than it should.

>The slight pain from before erupted in his head, overtaking all of his senses.

>He tried to scream, but the flesh inside his mouth muffled all his attempts.

 

"There we go," his mother said quietly. "I knew you could do it."

 

>Big Macintosh was overcome with joy.

>It had been a long, long time since anything like this had befallen him.

>He had almost forgotten how good it could feel.

>While his mind wandered, his body took over and began thrusting.

>In and out of the poor colt's mouth he went, using him for his own pleasure.

 

>Button could hear nothing but the continuous cracking of his jaw as Big Mac thrust into his mouth.

>He could see nothing but blinding pain before his eyes, nor feel anything other than that maddening fire in his body.

>His eyes cried, but his throat made not a sound.

>There wasn't even enough strength in his body to fight the onslaught.

>He simply sat limp and took it all.

 

"As you can see, there is much harder work than math tests."

 

>Button's mother did not exactly expect a response from her son.

>She only wished for him to understand what she had tried to tell him.

 

"I think this should be enough for you to remember, but that wouldn't be fair for Big Macintosh, so I'll let him finish first."

 

>Tears streamed down the colt's face as Big Mac groaned and slammed his cock against the back of his throat.

>His mother's words were fuzzy and distorted, and he did not care for them.

>He only wished for this hell to stop and let him die.

 

>The red stallion found himself nearing his peak already.

>Soft flesh enveloping his head was far better than the work of his own hooves.

>He normally prided himself on endurance, but he let that go for now.

>There was no one to impress, only a need to satiate his own lust.

 

>Although the remainder of his shaft received no attention, he still felt as if in heaven.

>The lewd noises caused by his thrusting only served to fuel that feeling even more.

>His entire body felt just about ready to melt, not from the burning hot sun, but from the incredible waves of pleasure rolling over him.

>At this point, he cared not if anyone heard him, and as such his moans were loud and more lewd than he could imagine.

 

"I think he's about to come, sweetie. Be good and swallow for me," Button's mother whispered.

 

>Once again her words fell on deaf ears.

>Button had almost grown accustomed to the pain by now.

>The rhythmic throbbing of the dick and his burning nerves were lulling his mind to sleep.

>He felt just about ready to collapse when that rhythm was broken suddenly and violently.

 

>Big Mac nearly yelled in ecstasy as he buried his cock inside Button's mouth.

>From his impressively large testicles shot a tsunami of jizz through his shaft and directly into the throat of the colt.

>Stars flickered in front of his eyes, and his legs were shaking violently.

>He could not remember the last time an orgasm felt this good.

 

>Button didn't even have the strength to cough as the warm loads were forced into his mouth.

>He reflexively sank some of the vile, sticky whiteness, while most of it dribbled out of his mouth.

>Inside his mind, a voice was gently speaking, telling him it was all right.

>Now it would be over, and he could rest.

 

"Well, I guess it is a little hard to swallow that much," his mother said with a sigh.

 

>She loosened her grip on her son's head, causing him to fall to the ground.

>The remaining few loads coated her son's face, causing Button to groan quietly.

>Big Macintosh moaned once again before stepping away from the two ponies and sitting down.

>He sat in the grass and wiped the sweat from his muzzle as he panted.

>Button's mother walked over to the stallion, smiling at him.

 

"I think he has learned his lesson. Thank you."

 

"No... problem... So, y'all would... put in a... good word for me?" he asked.

 

"That was the deal. I will."

 

>The stallion smiled and nodded before lying down in the grass.

>Today had turned out to be quite the surprise.

>Not that he was complaining, it was a good surprise.

>He sighed contently as the mare left him to his own devices.

>The sun was so nice and warm on his body.

>It almost felt as good as the colt called Button.

 

End.