Button's Mom (Anon, Clop, Finished)

Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)03:18 No.12923257
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    >The sound of the front door closing stirs you from your near slumber.
    >"Buttons, dear! I'm home!"    >The little foal in front of you turns his head towards the source of the noise, but his eyes never leaves the screen. "Hey, Mom!"
    >You hear the clip-clopping of Buttons' Mother coming down the corridor to the loungeroom. You quickly sit up straight, rub the sleep out of your eyes and try to make it look like you haven't been napping on the job
    >Button's Mom enters the room, giving you a warm smile.
    >Woah.
    >She's wearing a tight-fitting black dress, cut open at the back leg. Her hair, far from being pulled into a neat tie, is a long wave of soft caramel.
    >You don't remember her looking as nice the last time you babysat buttons.
    >'Hi!' she says.
    >'Himom,' says Button Mash, unflinchingly focusing on the screen.
    "Hi, Mrs. Stick."
    >'Oh Anon, please!' she says, smiling disarmingly as she removes her purse. "Mrs. Stick is my mother. Just Joy will do!'
    >Her gaze passes over to Button Mash
    >'Did you two have fun?'
    >You nod and pick yourself up off the couch
    "Of course," you say.
    >"He's really good at street fighter," adds Button Mash, as he perfects another foe. He finally turns his head up to face you, giving you what you hope is a warm smile.
    >You chuckle and ruffle the colt's hair. Such a cute little kid.
    "So how was the date, Joy?" >You say, turning back to his mother.

    1/?
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Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)03:35 No.12923597
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    >>12923257
    >Joy seems a little taken aback by her question, and she puts a hoof to her lips in a mote of embarrassment.
    >"O-oh. Did Buttons say I was going on a date?"
    >"Yeah, I told him about Dave," adds Buttons, starting another game of Street Fighter.
    >Joy gives a quiet laugh, and a tiny spot of magenta appears on her cheeks
    >You take note of that. Why is she embarrassed? You obviously aren't going to ask her why, though
    "Was the Dinner good?" you ask politely.
    >Joy takes a tiny breath to steady herself, and the embarassment vanishes. Her hoof leaves her lips.
    >"Well actually," she says quietly, "Not really."
    "Aww, that's a shame," you reply.
    >And it is indeed a shame. Joy has been dating different stallions for a few months now, but there are just none that seem keen on having a foal.
    >You're sure it's because she has a taste in younger stallions. You assume that must come from them ogling her constantly.
    >But you aren't going to comment. Ronery anons like you do not give good relationship advice.
    >"I'm not sure there'll be a next date," she adds with a smile.
    "Oh," you say, unsure of what to add to that. "Well, I'm sure there will be others."
    >"Yeah, Ma," adds Button Mash. "Plenty more bitches in the sea."
    >You nearly jump out of your skin; so does his mother
    >"Buttons! Where did you learn language like that?"
    >Buttons is still focusing on his game, but the intensely focused look on his face falters.
    >"Huh?"
    >Joy scowls, and storms over to her foal. "Don't you pretend you didn't hear me!"
    >She swipes out with a hoof and grabs Buttons by the ear
    >"Owowow, hey!"
    >She drags Buttons out of the loungeroom, berating him all the while
    >Silently you regret having such a crass tongue around such an impressionable young colt
    >Oh well, you think, he was probably going to pick it up from the internet anyway
    >You're pretty used to seeing Button Mash get told off by his mother anyway, so no biggie

    2/?



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Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)03:51 No.12923896
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    >>12923597 (You)
    >After a while in which the complaints of Buttons and the chides of his mother fly freely, there's the sound of a bedroom door being closed.
    >Joy returns from Buttons' room, looking as flustered and stressed as ever.
    >"Sorry about that."
    >You shrug and pass comment about it not mattering.
    >"I just don't know where he gets such language from!" Joy says, shaking her head.
    >You can hazard a guess...
    >But you aren't going to
    "I'm pretty sure I've heard worse from his classmates," you say, thinking of the god-awful little shit you babysat last week
    >Diamond Tiara
    >Brat central
    >Button's mother gives off an uncharacteristic sigh, turning and trotting into the kitchen
    >You follow her, making sure you haven't left your wallet and nonworking phone behind
    >You enter into the kitchen to find Button's mother opening a cupboard and withdrawing what appears to be a very expensive bottle of scotch
    >Your eyebrows rise involuntarily
    >She notices you noticing her, and a rather awkard moment passes between the two of you
    >"I need a drink," she says flatly.
    "...That bad, huh?" you say.
    >A grimace of annoyance passes across her face, and she scrunches her snout at you.
    >"He took me to a fancy place, downtown," she says unenthusiastically. "I wouldn't have minded if the food didn't come in portions the size of a penny." She plonks the bottle down on the kitchen counter harder than neccessary. "I wouldn't have minded if he wasn't so Celestia-damn self-absorbed! It was like I wasn't even there."
    >Woah, holy shit. She's actually quite angry and not afraid to show it.
    >All the same, you aren't sure how to sympathize beyond the normal small talk
    >Not that you wouldn't want to - Joy is your friend, you're happy to see her happy and sad to see her sad
    "Well, at least he didn't make you pay."
    >Plonk! The cork from the bottle comes free.

    3/?

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Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)04:14 No.12924327
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    >>12923896 (You)
    >"He tried, anon."
    >Your eyes widen
    >Holy shit, how audacious can you be
    >You make a mental note that Davenport must be tight-hooved with his money
    "Chivalry is dead," you reply unthinkingly.
    >"Yeah," Joy adds, before turning back to the cupboard. "It is. Hey, do you want one?"
    >The synapses in your brain are still addled with sleepiness
    "One of what?"
    >"A drink," she says, still absentminded searching the cupboard. "Now, where did I put my nice glass?..."
    "Sure," you say, before turning your back on Button's Mother and heading back out to the loungeroom. "Anything is fine."
    >More like, you need half a second to think about what just transpired
    >Did she just offer you a drink in her own house?
    >Did you just accept?
    >Not that it would be big a deal if you weren't just talking about how she bombed out on her date so badly, implying a deep and meaningful tone
    >Also if you weren't staring at her ass the entire time as she foraged through the tall wooden cupboards
    >And that's not your fault, something says in your head. The dress she was wearing made her look fantastic
    >OVERANALYSIS, screams another voice
    >"Here you go," says a real voice - Joy's voice - as a small glass of spirits is offered to you
    >SNAP OUT OF IT yells the voice
    >You take the glass.
    "Thanks, Joy."
    >She doesn't even reply, but kicks her shoes off and flops onto the other side of the couch. You notice she still has the bottle next to the couch.
    >Buttons' game is still on the TV , except a large red 'Game Over' is branding itself repeatedly across the screen
    >You lean down and shut it off quickly, thinking it would be strange.
    >"He's going to be mad if you didn't save," Joy says.
    >Oh, bollocks
    >You stare down at what you might have done
    >Your fingers are still holding down the 'Power off' Button, stuck there in the agony of realization
    >How many hours had button played for today, you wonder?
    "He's gonna kill me," you muse, wincing at the now black TV screen.
    >A giggle reaches your ears
    4/?

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Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)04:27 No.12924556
Replies: >>12924770 >>12926410

    >>12924327 (You)
    >"Yeah, he might. But I don't think he'll mind. He has too much fun with you here... I'm sure he won't mind doing it all again next week."
    >Wait, really? You turn back to Joy.
    "He has fun?"
    >She sips from her glass before nodding.
    >"Of course, anon. You're a lot older than him. He probably admires the buck out of you."
    >Something about that language makes the hairs on your neck stand up - probably an in-built result of having to watch your own language around Joy for this long
    >But she doesn't seem to care
    >Something connects in your head as you realise that she's dropped all of her fussy, bothersome mother attitude
    "He doesn't show it," you say jestingly.
    >"I don't think I've ever seen him ASK if I can go more often," Joy replies. "He likes having me around."
    >Something about that strikes you as saddening
    >You sit back up on the couch, and retrieve your undrunk glass from the antique drinks table that Buttons had been forbidden from touching
    "He said he likes school a lot."
    >More small talk. Joy doesn't seem to notice that you're steering her aware from stallions and thoughtfully issues.
    >"He does," she says. "He's having some trouble with bullies, though."
    >You raise an eyebrow
    "Really?" you say. "I wonder if I could do anything about it.
    >"You might. You told me you were babysitting one of them, after all."
    >You figure out that Diamond Tiara is a bully
    >What a shock
    >You wonder what you could do, and you remember what your older brother did to your bullies.
    "He needs an older brother," you remark, smiling.
    >Joy sighs and sinks deeper into the couch.
    >"He needs a father," she says, taking another drink
    >Welp we're back here again
    >You drink a little of your own drink
    >Jesus christ, this stuff could floor Applejack
    >~Like a fella once said, ain't that a kick in the head~
    >You cough politely, and Joy giggles again at you
    >It sounds like the wind-chimes outside her house
    >"Lightweight," she teases.
    "This stuff could kill fleas," you remark.
    5/?

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Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)04:40 No.12924770
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    >>12924556 (You)
    >Joy laughs openly.
    >"I might have made it a bit strong," she says, still tittering. "I hope that's alright!"
    >Not at all, you only live once after all
    >You shake your head and drain the rest of your glass in an action that makes your head spin
    >You then lean over and scootch by her leg to grab the bottle
    >"Hey! Nobody said you can have seconds," she teases again, still smiling.
    "Hey! What happened to being all generous before?" you say indignantly.
    >Her leg blocks it
    >You brush around her fur, chuckling as she tries to hide the bottle
    >She puts the other leg there
    >You bring your other arm into the play
    >Soon it is an all-out war with a grown mare for control of the bottle, albiet one that doesn't last very long, but is filled with rediculous giggling and laughter from the both of you
    >You stand triumphant with the bottle.
    "Mine, Joy."
    >Joy regards you for a moment before glancing down at her glass
    >It's empty
    >"Well, aren't you going to pour a mare a drink, then?" She purrs, giving you a piercing look.
    >You take the hint
    "Absolutely, madam," you say pompously, pouring the scotch like some fancy waiter
    >More laughter that eventually tapers off into a slight sigh.
    >"You know, I hope you don't mind me saying so, but I wish more stallions were like you."
    >That's got your attention, you stop laughing
    "What?"
    >All of a sudden tension has returned
    >Joy coughs politely and turns to her new drink
    >"You make buttons happy. And you're always very nice and polite. Why can't there be more stallions like you around?"
    "Like me, though?"
    >"Yeah," Joy says, giving you a thoughtful look. "I mean, obviously, you aren't into mares, you're into, er... human 'girls', as you call them, but you're a really good friend."
    >You pause, feeling slightly unsure, bottle still in hand
    "...Who said I wasn't into mares?" you reply, raising an eyebrow
    >A moment passes
    >Joy's eyes widen
    >She practically sculls her drink and flings the glass to one side before lunging at you
    6/?



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Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)04:53 No.12925001
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    >>12924770 (You)
    >Tackled backwards
    >oh jesus christ hlep i'm being assaulted
    >Joy literally slams you into the couch-chair and presses her lips into yours
    >Her kiss is deperate, needy, but loving, and her mouth is sweet with the alcohol
    >Her tongue presses against your lips, begging for entry, and you oblige
    >All of your anxiety or unsure worry is washed away by her kisses like waves against a sand castle, you relax and let her sink into you
    >Continue to make out for a while
    >Eventually your lips seperate, and you sit there for a moment as she straddles you, staring into her deep blue eyes
    "That escalated quickly," you say, finding your hands in her chest fur.
    >"Oh please," she says sarcastically. "This has been coming for a while."
    "How were you so sure?" you say, frowning at her.
    >"Don't think I don't see you staring at my ass," she replies, pecking you on the lips again.
    >Woah, that turned up the intensity
    >Oops, you think to yourself - a thought that is swiftly replaced as the mare shifts her weight on your waist a little, grinding against your jeansfront.
    >Well if it wasn't obvious before that you liked mares it certainly is now
    >She giggles and slides off you, beckoning you with a hoof and trotting backwards.
    >A moment of tentative doubt passes, and you wonder briefly whether to pursue her
    >She seemed to good to just simply want to rut
    >Joy does a 180 and trots slowly down the hallway, her tail swishing and revealing a glimpse of something greater underneath
    >Before she reaches the end of the hallway, she casts her gaze back at you, noticing you staring at her
    >She winks at you
    >Her tail shifts ever so slightly to the side, and you see a glimpse of ruby as she winks at you again
    >"Coming, darling?"
    >More teasing... your cock gives an unhealthy twinge
    >You're off the couch in hardly any time at all, glasses forgotten

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Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)05:09 No.12925276
Replies: >>12925523

    >>12925001 (You)
    >Not too quickly, though, you don't want to seem desperate
    >Joy hesitates at a doorway down one of the corridors, and she pauses there, peering into it
    >You come close to her, observing the wooden lettering nailed to the door that reads 'Button Mash'
    >you peek your head through the door, just over the top of hers
    >He's literally passed out in a ball of sheets, snoring softly
    >That is fucking adorable, man
    >Something brushes against your stomach
    >Oh yeah, his mother is right here
    >You look down
    >Her tail brushes up your chest, and she waves the bunched tip against your face slowly
    >It reeks of a scent so raw it makes your head spin, never mind the glasses of spirits you'd haphazardly slammed
    >However, unlike the alcohol, there is a touch of saltiness to the smell
    >You quickly give her a playful whack on the ass
    >Bad girl, stop teasing
    >It elicits a tiny gasp from her, and she quickly canters away from you, moving out into the kitchen
    >You follow her closely
    >You pass the fridge and you decide you can't keep your hands off of her any longer
    >Grab her back legs and drag her up against your jeansfront
    >She gives a tiny squeak of delight as her front hooves slide back on carpet
    >Lean over her, making sure she can feel your solid member against her humid nethers
    "You're a tease."
    >"You love it," she replies, turning over her shoulder for a kiss
    >You do so obligingly, your free hand reaching down to undo the button clasp that holds your jeans in
    >You seperate again just in time for her to see your solid length slipping from its hewn denim boundaries
    >You slip a hand up the length of her thigh and brush across her delicates
    >She bites her lip and shivers audibly
    >"You sure you aren't the tease?" she whispers
    "No, I'm not," You reply.
    >"Don't make me wait, then," she replies. "I'm sick of not having you."
    "Oh, I won't."
    >Time for payback
    >You heave her back legs up and she falls onto her front legs with a gasp.
    8/?

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Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)05:25 No.12925523
Replies: >>12925783 >>12925789

    >>12925276 (You)
    >You press your weight against her nethers and slide your boxers down just a fraction
    >Your length slips free, dangling tantalisingly close to the tip of her tail, which is swishing wildly
    >"W-wait!" she hisses.
    "What?"
    >"What about Buttons, i-i-aah!"
    >She squeals a little as you guide your cock against her lower lips, which wink openly and unashamedly, begging for something to fill them
    >She utters another few expletives, and a tiny dribble of her nectar snakes its way down her inner leg
    >You trace a finger across her lips, making her shiver again
    >You draw the finger to your lips and lick the tip
    >She tastes as good as she smells
    >"P-please..." she says
    >You focus on her now, raising an eyebrow.
    "Sorry?" you say, uncaring about volume. "What was that?"
    >"Please!" she says, muffling her own voice by putting her head on the floor. "Do me!"
    "No," you say calmly.
    >She looks alarmedly up at you
    >"W-what do you me-ohh..."
    >You trace your head along the outskirts of her lips for a moment before pushing in
    >She gasps and gnaws on her lip to stop herself from crying out
    >You enjoy the prospect of teasing her, and you slowly ease into her wet depths
    >Her walls shudder and clench with every inch you put into her
    >You put a finger to her pulsing clit and Buttons' Mother literally melts beneath your ministrations
    >Do not start thrusting immediately, but instead savour the moment of having a grown mare turned to putty
    >Lean down to her
    "I'm not going to do you. I'm going to rut the everloving Celestia out of you."
    >A vague look of excitement passes over her
    >And then you pull out, her walls squeezing you all the way
    >She loses her shit again, drenching your groan in at least a quarter-cup of girlcum
    >You feel her pussy tense and shiver wildly as you subject Button's Mother to an agony of ecstasy
    >You only smile as you give her a moment
    >"F-fuck, I..." she can barely talk. "I guess I got a little too excit-AAH!"
    >Her cries magnify in sound as you slam back into her

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Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)05:41 No.12925783
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    >>12925523 (You)

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Anonymous 08/18/13(Sun)05:42 No.12925789
Replies: >>12925810 >>12925826 >>12925827 >>12926290

    >>12925523 (You)
    >She quickly bites down on a hoof to stifle her cry
    >And speaking of stifles, her back leg shakes violently in your other hand
    >Another wink from her pussy sucks you in a little bit more, and you begin to fuck her in earnest
    >For an unending few minutes, neither of you make a noise barring the soft slapping of flesh on flesh
    >Occasionally, she cranes her head up again, her eyes shut in bliss, her mouth hanging open
    >With a struggle, lean forward and press your neck against hers,
    >Nibble on her ear gingerly
    >The sensation clearly overpowers her, and you feel her begin to approach her limit again so soon
    >"Inside," she pants, her voice heavy
    "Say again?"
    >"Come inside me," she hisses, giving you a sultry look. "Make me a fucking mare again."
    >Your thrusts grow faster and harder, less even
    >Every time you enter her she whimpers slightly
    >The pressure on your cock grows higher and higher, and you can feel her walls winding up for a proper orgasm
    >She slams back against you with every thrust
    >Suddenly her legs lock in place, and her walls clamp around your cock like a vice
    >She shakes violently as she throws her head back for the second time, her face stretched in a silent scream of delight
    >Bottom out inside her and, with a few deep thrusts, come as well
    >She shudders as your hot seed floods against her cervix
    >Stay like that for more than a while, panting softly, still joined at the hip with your bodily juices mingling in the outskirts of her pussy
    >"Th-thank you, anon," she whispers
    >Kiss her hungrily and feel her shiver as you overpower her once again
    >Scoop your arm underneath her legs, pull out, and Carry her to bed
    >once the feeling in your legs is back you can go again