Button Mash's coding
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BA-DUM

BA-DUM

BA-DUM


The gentle rhythm of heart gently jolted you awake, disoriented as you recalled your current predicament. Just moments ago, you were a human making a deal with a goddess on the idea of reincarnation, but now, you were nothing more than a featureless sperm cell that just got passed through the testicular walls, fresh off the printing press and placed on stand-by. You figured you could get to know your surroundings a bit before the inevitable happens.

The whole place was certainly spacious, but kinda cramped, and there certainly wasn't a whole lot of fellow tadpoles lined up and ready to go. If you had a mouth, you'd be smirking right about now. Maybe this race won't be as hard as you thought. Still, it is quite concerning that there isn't a whole lot of sperms to begin with. You wondered if the stallion you're in could even get his fifth leg up and running.

You decided to take the time to explore more of the testicle you're residing in. You could feel some sort of movement, but the lack of any proper swaying made it hard to really judge what was going on in the outside world. For all you know, your owner could just be sleeping. Eventually, amongst the endless road of cells and tubes, you finally found a couple other of sperms just like you.

It looks like little swimmers are in limited supply here.

You got close, mildly joking over the idea of sperms socializing, when something about them began to slowly catch your attention. There was a mark on the sperm, small, but still there, kinda like a cutie mark a pony would have. That was interesting, but maybe it could give you a clue on who your new father could be. Getting closer, you made the shape out to be some kind of cross. A doctor maybe? But medical crosses aren't usually slightly tilted to the side, aren't gray, nor do they have a little circle in the center or directional arrows on each of the-

Wait a minute. You've seen that mark before.

You're in Button Mash's balls. No, cross that, you're in a colt's balls!

That swindling bitch!

You slumped as much as a sperm could over the realization that you're currently holding the source code to Button Mash, a kid who's just about entering that stage of life. Button's so engrossed in games, that it'd probably take him years before he finds out he has a sex drive. And besides, even if he does realizes that his dick is a thing, who's even going to buckle down with him? Sweetie Belle? Have the two even interacted before?

Oh well, if nothing else, your twisted mind thought about Button's mom and how she might be the one to take you in through her womb. Cream Heart is quite the looker.

Regardless, this was your life now. Trapped in a set of growing balls with barely any sperm to mingle with.

What else could happen?
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June 2, 2023