The New Colt

by SwiftBolt

Chapter 5: The First Date

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The First Date

“So bro, who’s your date?” Button asked, leaning against the Bathroom door.

“Huh? Oh, that isn’t important,” His brother's voice returned

“What do you mean that isn’t important? Isn’t that the whole point of the date?” Button stressed.

The door swung open, revealing his brother’s face. His mouth was full of foam. “I mean, it isn’t important to you.” He said, staring into Button’s eyes. They quickly scanned over Button. “Where’s your JoyBoy? When I left you couldn’t put that thing down. Don’t tell me you broke it.”

“No my Joyboy is fine, it’s just that…”

“Don’t tell me,” his brother gasped. “You have a crush, don’t you.”

“WHAT? No, no way I would have a crush. I mean, having a crush is so girly.”

“Oh you so have a crush. Button has a crush. Button has a crush. Button has a crush,” his brother began to chant.

“No I don’t.”

“Button has a crush. Button has a crush. Button has a crush.”

“Do not.”

“Do to.”

“Do not.”

“Do to.”

“Do not.”

“Do not”

“Do to.”

“So you’re admitting it, who is it?”

“What? I… ugh, just never mind.”

“Come on Button. Tell me, tell me, tell meeeeee.”

“I don’t have a crush.”

“But it’s sooooooo obvious you do. Tell me who you like.”


“Great idea Button, if we work together we’ll manage to worm it out of you.”

“Yes sweetie?” A voice called from down the stairs.

“Who does Button have a crush on?” His brother interrupted.

“A filly named Sweetie Belle,” His mother responded.

“Mom,” Button groaned. “Why did you tell him?”

“Oh come on Button, it’s extremely obvious you like her.”

“But MoOoM, you didn’t have to tell him.”

“Button and Sweetie Belle sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” His brother began to sing. “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes-”

“Alright, I get it,” Button pouted.

“Aw, come on Button. Why so glum?” His brother asked.

“I was going to ask you a serious question and you just start to make fun of me, like always.”

“Button, that’s my job. I’m your older brother. We’re supposed to tease our younger brothers about stuff like this, but in the end we help you guys. Now, what’s your question?”

“Well, I don’t know whether I really like Sweetie Belle and I wanted to know if there was a way I could find out whether I really do or not.”

“Okay, a couple questions. Do you think she looks cute?”


“How cute, from not at all to heart-tormentingly adorable.”

“Pretty darn cute.”

“Is she a Pegasus?”

“She’s a unicorn.”

“A unicorn? Nice. How far have you gotten with her?”

“What does that mean?”

“You know, have you two kissed?”


“Seriously? Then what have you two done?”

“Well we kinda…” Button’s voice trailed off into the air.

“You kind of what?” His brother asked, inching closer to Button.

“She may have fallen asleep on my lap,” Button whispered.

Button’s brother gave him a puzzling look, “So you haven’t kissed, but you slept together?”

“Well, not purposefully.”

“What do you mean by that, how do you sleep together on accident?”

“She kinda just fell unconscious on top me.”

“Wait, Button. You don’t mean…”

“No, she was just really tired.”

“So, let me get this straight. There’s this really cute filly, which you have slept with, and you’re not sure if you like her or not?”

“Yep, that about sums it all up.”

“Alright Button, let me tell you something-” He gestured for Button to lean in close “-Whatever mom or dad say, don’t do it. They may be the married ones, but they have no idea how to win over a mare today. If you want my advice, take her on a date. Not a big, fancy date to a restaurant though. Maybe do something small, like take her on a walk in the park or invite her over for some gaming time. Just spend some time with her, that’s how you’ll find out.”

“Are you sure that’ll work?”

“Come on, who has been on more dates here?”


“Exactly, I know it’ll work. Just trust me.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it. Good luck on your date.”

“Thanks Button, oh and one more thing. Take a bath, no mare wants to go on a date with a dirt covered stallion.”

“Right, I’ll go do that now.” Button said, bolting into the room beside the two and slamming the door shut.

“You know mom,” Button’s brother began to speak already halfway out the door. “You better cherish your moments with Button, he’s growing up.”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well, for one, he no longer thinks fillies will contaminate him with an imaginary disease. But really, this is the first time he wished me luck at anything. I know, you prob-”

Before he was able to finish his words. His mother fell on top of him in a pool of her own tears. “My little baby Button is growing up too fast,” She cried.

“Uh mom,” Button’s brother whispered. “I have a date in about five minutes.”

“Alright Button,” he whispered to himself. “You can do this. Just go up to her and ask ‘Hey, want to hang out later?’, that isn’t so hard.”

Button took in a deep breath and turned the corner. Before him sat the three fillies, each scratching their heads. “Hey fellow cutie mark crusaders,” Button called out.

“B-Button?” Sweetie Belle said before dashing up the stairs and slamming the tree house door behind her.

“Hey Button, how’s it hanging?” Scootaloo greeted. She remained focused on the notepad in front of her, gnawing on the end of her pencil.

“What are you guys up to?” Button asked looking over Sweetie Belle abandoned notepad. It was filled with an unorganized clutter of ideas, most of which had been crossed out.

“We were just trying to figure out what we should try to do next. We haven’t come up with anything yet though. You have any ideas?”  

“How about...Plumbers?”

“No offense Button,” Apple Bloom pitched in. “But I don’t think our special talent will be fixin’ broken water pipes.”

“No, not that kind of plumber. The kind of plumber that fights turtles in order to save a princess,” Button Corrected.

“I think I have a better idea. Apple Bloom, huddle up.” Scootaloo spoke dragging Apple Bloom next to her. They whispered furiously at each other, constantly looking back at Button.

“Alright, Ah’ll get the door and you get Button,” Apple Bloom commanded.

“Come on Button, we got to get into the tree house. There’s a club meeting,” Scootaloo said. She yanked Button by the propeller of his hat up the stairs. “Now Apple Bloom, open it,” She screamed. Button landed face first onto the wooden floor of the club house, the door slammed shut behind him.

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS MATCHMAKERS, YAY!” A collective scream roared from outside the walls.

Button looked up, his eyes met with Sweetie Belle’s and her cheeks turned red. “Hey Sweetie Belle,” Button said.

“H-Hey Button,” Sweetie Belle spoke through her hoof. “Sorry for running off. I guess I’m just embarrassed about the whole hang gliding thing.”

“Why would you be embarrassed?”

“Don’t you remember, after you crashed I… never mind.”

“So anyway… would you like to come over to my house sometime and just hang out?”

An excited squeal escaped from Sweetie Belle. “Really? I would love to. When should I come over?”

“I didn’t think I would make it this far,” Button gulped. “How about five o’clock?”

“I’ll be there!” She screamed, dashing out the door and leaving it swinging on its hinges.

Two fillies stuck their heads in the doorway, devilish grins covered their faces. “How much did you hear?” Button asked.

“All of it,” They replied together, devilish grins growing on their faces. “Button and Sweetie belle sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes…”

“You know Apple Bloom, I don’t think that I have ever heard that chant in its entirety. What comes after marriage?” Scootaloo asked.

“It’s…” Apple Bloom Stuttered. “Ah don’t know either. Ah think it’s something to do with a foal and a carriage.”

“My little Button is becoming such a handsome stallion,” His mother howled with joy, ruffling his mane. “You’re growing up too fast for me, Button-” a small sigh escaped her “-Can you promise me something?”

“Yea mom?” Button asked.

“Promise me that you’ll always be my little Button Mash, even when you have foals of your own.”

“I promise mom.”

“Great,” She said, holding back a small tear. “Now let’s get you ready for your first date.”

“Don't I just need to take a bath?”

“Is that what your brother told you?”


“Are you going to listen to him, or are you going to listen to an actual mare?”

“Umm… a mare, I guess.”

“Right. Now we’ll need to get you cleaned up, fix your mane, brush your teeth and get you looking nice and handsome when Sweetie Belle shows up. What time did you invite her over?”

“Five o’clock, I think.”

“Five? That only gives us an hour. Come on Button, we have to get you ready.”

“But mom.”

“No ‘buts’. No son of mine is going to look like a slob on his first date. Now bow tie, or no tie?”

“No tie… please.”

No sooner than the hand on the clock struck five, a knocking came from the door. “I’ll get it!” Button cried. The door swung open to reveal a mare, standing much taller than button, looking down upon him. Her purple mane drooping down, slightly covering one of her blue eyes.

“Hello again Button,” She spoke. “Is your mother home?”

“Hey mom, it’s Rarity and she wants to talk with you,” He called out.

“Be right there sweetie,” A voice spoke back.

“Oh no, I’m not alone. Sweetie Belle stop hiding,” Rarity turned to look behind.

“I look ridiculous,” A voice said from behind the mare.

“Now don’t be silly, you look fine. I should know, I did it myself,” Rarity bragged.

“Fine, we’ll let Button judge,” Sweetie Belle said appearing from behind her sister. “Well Button, how do I look?”

Sweetie Belle stepped into the sunlight to reveal her radiating beauty. Light makeup was scattered across her face, from her horn to her mouth. Enough to enhance what beauty was already there without making her look like a clown. Her mane was brushed and glistened under the rays from the sun. “Well?” She tapped her hoof.

“You… uh,” Button began “you look-”

“Sweetie Belle!” Button’s mother interrupted. “You look absolutely adorable, did you do that makeup yourself?”

Button let out a sigh of relief. “No, Rarity actually did it for me,” Sweetie Belle squeaked. “I did my mane though.”

“And it looks amazing,” Button’s mom smiled. “Now why don’t you two go in to the other room while I talk with Rarity.”

“Alright Mrs. Mash,” Sweetie Belle smiled back. “Come on Button.”

Sweetie Belle hopped out of the room with Button in tow, seemingly in a trance. “Young love,” Button’s mother sighed. “But Rarity, you must teach me how to do makeup like that.”

“All in due time darling, now there is something that I must ask of you.” Rarity rushed.

“So, Button,” Sweetie Belle spoke. “What do you want to do?”

“Well, we could stay inside and play some video games or go for a walk in the park. You’re the guest, so you should decide.” Button said.

“Wait so this isn’t a date?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“WHAT? NO! Who said anything about a date?”

“Well, that’s what I thought you meant when you said ‘hang out’.”

“Oh, sorry about tricking you.”

“Oh no, there’s no need to apologize. If anything, I would have preferred to not be on a date.” Sweetie Belle lied. “Now about those games, do you have any easy ones. You know, something that I could play.”

“Really, you want to play video games? I always though fillies just liked dolls and girly things like that. But yea, I have a couple that fit that description.”

“Well, what are they?”

“Let’s see,” Button said. He looked at each of the small, plastic things the took over a shelf individually. “I've got ‘Pony Kombat’, ‘MineCraft’, and ‘Super Pony Brothers’. Any of those sound good?”

“A string of random words just came out of your mouth, I have no idea what you just said.”

“MineCraft it is!”

The grey cartridge slid into the slot of the device on the table smoothly and Button pressed on the large button on the front of the gaming device. “Here catch,” He said, throwing a controller over to Sweetie Belle. “Alright so MineCraft is probably the easiest game to start with.”

“What is it about?”

“Mining and crafting.”

“That’s it?”


“What’s so fun about it?”

“Well, the whole point is that you build whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want? So I can build a giant ruby?”


“Are there diamonds?”


“Let’s do this.”

The screen fizzled for a few moments before revealing the blocky world of the game. “Is it… supposed to look like that?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Like what?”

“A bunch of cubes.”

“Yea, the whole point is that nothing is round.”

“Okay, I guess that makes some sense. Now how do I move the pony around?”

“You press the keypad in the direction you want to go and move the joystick in the direction you want to look.”

“The what and the what?”

“The keypad are those four buttons there, up, down, left and right. The joystick is this thing” -He pointed to a black lever looking thing- “it can move in all directions.”

“Alright, I got the movement down. Now how do I get the diamonds?”

“Well, it takes a while to get them.”

“How long?”

“A couple hours at least.”

“I have time.”

Several hours had passed since Button had given the tutorial to Sweetie Belle, who was now controller the character on the screen with great skill. “Careful Sweetie Belle, that red stuff is lava and it’ll kill you with a single touch.”

“Where are the diamonds?”

“Near the lava.”

“Of course they are.”

“Hold down the joystick, that way you won’t accidentally fall in and die.”

“Right, thanks.”

“Right there, those light blue things are diamonds.”

“Yes! Yes almost there. Almost… one more hit…”

The speakers produced a large hissing sound before releasing an explosion in the air around them. “NO NO NO NO NO NO” Sweetie Belle screamed. “SOMETHING PUSHED ME INTO THE LAVA! WHAT WAS THAT?”

“A creeper,” Button whispered.


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