“So, let’s talk.” Applebloom sat down on her bed with eerie calm. Her cold, stern gaze scrutinized Babs from head to hooves. She held her hands planted firmly on her knees, not betraying any emotion.

“I, uuhhh...I’m sorry.” Babs took a step forward, trying to sit next to her cousin, before the pouting farmpony scooted sideways and occupied her place. Babs squeaked of fear as her ample chest heaved up and down from the frantic breath. She steeled herself and stood firm, closing her eyes to face her justly deserved punishment.

Bloom let out a hoarse sigh and held her head between her knees. “Oh, this is so hard to do…” Applebloom lifted her gaze to look at Babs’ standing there barely breathing and her eyes shut tight. “Uh...What are ya doin’?”

“Waiting for ya to punch me in the face.”

“Wh...Why? Ah mean, I’m angry but not angry enough to punch ya in the face.” she blinked. “Or am ah?”

“Just be quick ‘cause I’m so scared and you punch really hard…” Her left eye briefly opened, taking a glimpse of a puzzled looked cousin.

“Coz’, what does that mean? Ah don’t want to punch ya!”

“I swear I was totally drunk and horny and I know it’s not an excuse!” Babs grit her teeth and steeled herself. They said the idea of pain made the pain itself stronger for a pony. She tried to not have any ideas about it, and to just bear it. Like a real stallion. Or a real mare. In her case, both. “So just punch me and get on with it!”

“Coz...There’s no need to punch ya. Why would ah want to punch ya?”

“Well, remember when I said I wanted to give another chance to Tiara and Spoon? To be friends again?”

“Oh, you three were pretty ‘friendly’...” Applebloom did some airquotes with her fingers, that stung Babs in a deep, special place in her chest cavity.

“Ya really had to do that, right Coz?” Babs rolled her eyes.

Applebloom nodded rapidly with a cheeky smile.

“It was just like Sweetie said. They passed by, we hung out for a while, went to Tiara’s place, a few drinks later…” Babs blinked. “I swear it didn’t seem like that much.”

“I still don’t get why ah should punch ya.”

“Because...Because I slept around.” Babs hung her head and clenched her fists. It was quite silly and foalish to realize her conduct so late but that’s how it was.

"So, you had sex with Diamond Tiara huh?"

"Um...It was what I was trying to say, yeah."

"Did ya bend her over, and take her hard? Or maybe it was a surprisingly tender lovemakin’?"

"Coz, I know you're prolly upset but—"

"Upset? UPSET?!” She threw her arms in the air and planted her knees on the bed, leaning towards Babs and poking her snout with her own. “Yeah ah’m upset! I just found out ya gave Diamond fucking Tiara a dickin', and ya won't even give me the juicy details! C'mon Babs, did she holler? Is she quiet? Did ya do it in the butt? Tell me!"

Babs’ gave an abject stare to her cousin that was just waving her tail like an expecting puppy, rustling the sheets. Of all the reactions her cousin could have had that was the last...second to last Babs expected. “You are...You are okay with this?!”

“Yeah.” Bloom shrugged. “Why ya askin’?”

“I’m...I’m...Aren’t you jealous?” Babs titled her head, confused.

“Nope. Why would ah?” Her cousin tilted her head in response, mirroring her gesture.

Babs’ special place in her chest felt like it was hit by a buffallo stampede. “Because, well, because...isn’t she your worst enemy or something?”

“They’re your friends, Coz! ‘Sides, I got something better to think about than Diamond Tiara! Did ya three get together or somethin’?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“N-no! It was a one time thing!”

“Oh, that’s good. Because it’s already hard with two ponies, can ya imagine three? I mean, there was that one time that DJ got together with that other DJ while havin’ that cellist…”

“Coz!”

“It didn’t work out. He got the boot.” Applebloom mimicked a little kick with her hoof and then shook her head. “Damn shame.”

Aren’t we together? The question stuck in Babs’ chest and stopped there to burn, right there in that wound. Her left hand trembled at the mere thought of asking the simple question. Was it obvious? Was it not? Wasn’t something else entirely? “C...Coz…”

“Yeah?”

It was not something that could be answered in a clear cut way. It was like one of those hidden mechanisms of the world that kept working until somepony looked at it too closely. Babs felt that if she asked the dreaded question something would break simply.

“Aren’t ya askin’ me why I did it?”

“Well, ya could ask Twilight if ya want a more philosophical approach on that question but ah know why ponies have sex. We’ve been gettin’ pretty good at it lately, right?” She nudged Babs with an elbow, forcing out of her a fake, throaty laugh.

“Heh. Y-Yeah…”

“Wait, ah get it!” Applebloom lunged forward, squeezing Babs’ cheek between her palms. “Ya think you somehow...wronged me or somethin’?”

“Oh, thank you!” Babs practically screamed of liberation. “I mean...Didn’t I?”

“Of course ya didn’t! Everypony deserves a good dickin’ from you!” She hugged Babs, holding her head strongly against her chest. So close to her warm, supple breasts...No reactions from the lower floors, though.

“A...A dickin’?”

“Yeah! Look at Sweetie for example. She felt so nervous an’ lonely at first and she jes’ wanted somepony she could trust. Especially after that creep…” Her sweet face darkened as she spat out that word. “Ya did a wonderful thing for her!”

“Did I?” Something in her chest felt pleasantly warm this time. Sweetie Belle was so adorable and caring and was just so joyous in their evening together.

“An’ what about Scoots? Ya helped her out. Ah never saw her so at peace, so confident! Even though…”

“Even though what?”

“Ah dunno. At the Wonderbolts show she was really weird. And not Scootaloo weird, but the kind of mental institution weird!”

“Was she? What happened?” She gently unlocked herself from her cousin’s embrace, her eyes filled with concern.

“Mostly she was really nervous, ranting and flapped around like crazy talking ‘bout your fondue. Then she flew all around without even noticin’. We got to pull her out on our own ‘cause she was blockin’ the view to everypony.” She flapped her arms around, imitating at best as she could her friend.

“Why fondue?” Babs raised an eyebrow. “I don’t even like cheese.”

“Yeah, that was pretty weird. Maybe you could go and see her? She could use somepony to talk to.”

“Yeah. I guess…I guess I could talk to her but I don’t think it’s anything serious.” Babs sighed, puffing away one rebel lock of mane from her eyes. She then realized she hasn’t been doing that in ages. “Coz, do ya care about me?”

Applebloom visibly flinched. “What’s that about? Of course ah care about ya.”

“I mean…”

Enough to be my fillyfriend? Enough to be a little jealous of me? Enough to…

“Forget it.” She went to the door when she felt a powerful force grabbing her wrist. She turned to see Applebloom was keeping her from leaving with pleading eyes and a really strong grip. Perhaps a little too strong, maybe...

“Ah care a lot about ya.” Applebloom got up and planted a small, silent kiss on Babs’ cheek. “Ah’ll never forget what ya did for me. Ever.” She hugged her cousin again, this time clinging around her shoulders and gently resting on her bosom. She hugged her back, feeling a little more at ease but still not totally so. “Yer my favourite cousin. The bestest, hottest cousin in the world.”

“And by the way she is totally a screamer.” Babs flashed a proud smirk. Well, at least she thought Tiara was. Most of the time her mouth was very busy with Silver Spoon.

“Really?!”

“And yes!” She leaned over, whispering in Applebloom’s attentive ear. “I totally did her in the butt.”

“Oh mah gosh! Am ah wizard?” She looked at her hands in abject awe. “How did ah guess?”

“Nope. Ya just got a dirty mind and an equally dirty cousin.” She smirked and bumped her fist on her cousin’s forearm. Her boasting felt so empty, though. Something was clearly missing and she didn’t know how to express it.

“Oh, ah’m so proud of ya, coz.” Applebloom sprung forward and planted a deep, wet kiss on Babs’ lips. It felt so sweet and fulfilling and yet something was still missing. Applebloom even snuck out a little bit of tongue, meeting Babs’ tongue with fervor.

“Wait a minute…” Babs said breaking the kiss. “Who is the creep?”

“Which creep?”

“The one ya said about Sweetie belle.”

“Button. Button Mash.”

“Wait...Isn’t he that pony I met at the theater?”

“Yup. Sweetie told us you saw him. ”

“What did he do?”

“Would you believe he groped poor Sweetie?”

“No!”

“Ya mean ‘No, ah don’t believe’ or ‘No, ah can’t believe he did’?”

“B-Both. He seemed so nice.”

“So do Cockathingies and they turn ya into stone.” She patted Babs’ back. “This time warn sis before ya get lost. “

“It won’t happen this time.”

“Coz…” Babs got down the stairs, timidly leaning over the busy farmpony, carrying a basket full of apples. “You don’t mind if I disappear again?” She chuckled. “I’m going to Scoots’ place.”

“Well, at least ya told us in advance. This time the search team will be ready.” She chuckled and playfully ruffled her red mane. Big Macintosh was sitting in the room, catching his breath for a while and crossed Babs’ gaze. His little nod seemed to say ‘I perfectly understand and approve your purpose and I know we don’t have to worry. I hope you always feel at home with us and your friends.’

Babs nodded back with a smile.

In a normal day those words would make him mad. Make him curse and scream at the sheer unfairness Pony Souls was before kicking the dust off himself and continue the journey, knowing what was ahead and getting stronger from that experience. Slicing every demon and undead on his way until the final victory. This time it wasn’t like that. His virtual self exploded into her red dust and this time he simply felt defeated.

He just stared at the loading screen and turned the console off, sighing, not even trying to get back into this one. “Sweetie…” Button whispered before hugging his own knees and letting go the controller. He glanced at the window and the gray clouds gathering and hovering just above Ponyville. “Mom still isn’t back…”

She had probably took more time than anticipated and stayed at Grandma’s house to take shelter from the rain. Last time he checked it wasn’t scheduled to last this long. “Oh, look at me! Talking to the weather...with myself! Lame!” He picked up the controller and started playing again, knowing he had no other way to pass time. The other controller just lied there, gathering dust. He missed his player two more than anything else in the world...

“Wait, let me get this straight...He’s a Raccoon!”

“He’s not just a Raccoon. He’s a genetic experiment that looks like a raccoon, feeds like a raccoon, got the habits of a raccoon but talks.”

“So, he’s a Raccoon that talks?”

“No, he’s not. He’s…” Button slumped down on his chair, eyes wide open at the revelation that a movie about five space heroes blowing up random shit just became philosophical. “Wait, even if he’s not a raccoon but acts like a raccoon...What’s the difference?”

“You were right. This movie is deep!” Sweetie rested her curly head onto Button’s chest. “Button, are you okay?”

“W-Why do you ask?” He said, gritting his teeth and trying his best to hide the ferocious red shade of his cheeks.

“It’s like there’s a drummer here in your chest! Is it because of me?” In fact, Buttons’ heartbeat was going overboard with his heart threatening to smash open his ribcage with a magic hammer.

“I, uh, yeah…” He squeezed himself in the chair while on the silver screen he saw the hero of the movie and the heroine leaning towards each other for the big, damn kiss. “No need to hide it, I guess...

“Thank you.” She made herself more comfortable, slowly closing her eyes to bask in Button’s warmth. “It means you like me, right? That, or you really need to have Nurse Redheart check your heartbeat, ‘cause I’m getting a little worried!”

He reached for her hand for his own, holding his breath all the while. He couldn’t get his eyes out of Sweetie’s face, enraptured by the movie and with a happy, sincere smile that went ear to ear. His fingertips twitched as he felt the satine of her dress, her body warmth oozing through it. He just wanted to hold her hand, nothing more innocent than that...Then he felt something soft, quite large and without any finger to grasp. He turned and saw his hand down Sweetie’s dress and grabbing onto her…

“Oh crap…” He just whispered. His whole body paralyzed with he crossed his gaze with Sweetie’s wide pupils. He could feel the scorching heat of her blush right from her chest and Button wanted the earth to swallow him right there. “I’m so so sor—”

She slapped him and bolted out of the theater and he lost everything.

***

Babs suddenly was left just standing there soaking wet, and not in a good way. Her mane was sticking on her forehead as thick, cold drops of water showered her without warning or mercy. She sighed angrily, filled with murderous intent and a sudden hate for the world, as a cold river slithered down her shirt from her collar. “Yes, Scoots. The weather team always does a good job. Never an unscheduled change, suuuuure... ”

She hugged her sides and started to run for shelter as her clothes sloshed around, slapping cold water on her warm fur. She sneezed and nearly tripped face first on the ground but managed to regain her balance, splashing mud over her jeans. She tried to keep her eyes open but the soggy rain kept stinging at her face and her soaking mane didn’t help. She was running half blind in the cold rain and with the very high risk of tripping headfirst, this time for real. Babs hollered and zigzagged, trying to keep herself warm and not bump into anything as Ponyville turned into a stinging, icy, blurry landscape, right before her eyes . Suddenly, light came. True light from the heavens itself and for that she thought it was a miracle.

“Babs!” The familiar voice seemed just few meters above her. “The hay are you doing down there?!”

She moved aside her wet mane like a curtain to see the familiar silhouette of a pegasus pony framed in heavenly light. “Would ya believe I was looking for ya?!”

“Wait, I’m coming there!” Scootaloo swooped down right next to Babs sporting a yellow raincoat with the hood pulled onto her purple bangs. She handed a similar one to Babs. “Here, put this on.”

“Thank you…” She shoved herself headfirst in the oilcloth as the wind was still slapping it onto her clothes. The wind roared and turned the raincoat inside out, painfully slapping her face with wet clothes. She grumbled and started to run while fixing the rebel outfit on the way.

“Well, we’ll talk later! Come on, my shop is near!”

“Is it?!”

“Follow my voice!”

Babs followed the orange trail of light amidst the blurry fog, dragged by Scootaloo’s hand and after a few cold, painful seconds she heard the slamming of a door behind her. She was warm and safe again with the smell of grease and rust filled her nostrils. In the center of the room was a pristine clean scooter that stood out between the stains of oil on the floor and walls and the tools still scattered around.

“The bathroom is over there.” She pointed in the direction of the room.The wet mare became a lightning fast blur and closed the door behind her, slapping the floor with her dripping hooves as she bolted inside.

“You did finish that scooter!” Babs said from behind the door. The sound of wet clothes hitting the floor followed and a shiver, a tiny, almost unperceivable shiver ran down Scootaloo’s spine. “Took ya long enough.”

“Yeah. Poor Pound.” Scoots leaned her back against the door, crossing her arms over her chest. “I wanted to bring it at his place personally but with this friggin’ storm, you know…”

“Yeah. Where did that come from?”

“Dunno. It’s started earlier and is going on far longer than scheduled. I was thinking of going up there to ask Rainbow or somepony else once the storm gets calmer.”

“Yup, you should. Slap her on part of all the earth ponies that felt betrayed down here.”

Scoots chuckled. “Soooo...Why did you wanted to talk?”

“Coz asked me. She said ya were acting strange.”

Scootaloo blinked. “Was she a little more specific? I mean, she always says that.”

“The Wonderbolts show.”

“Oh, that…” Scootaloo facepalmed. Of course her best friends would be just a little worried of her estrus fueled antics. She had finally managed to push in the back of her mind that pulsating biological need only because she had seen Babs and wanted to help her out.

“Mind if I use the shower first?”

Then Scootaloo’s dirty mind spelled something out very clearly. The pony whom she had a very clear affection and loved was naked in her home and under the shower. Her wings stiffened and rose slowly behind her back as she felt a glow slowly expanding at the center of her crotch. Her knees shook slightly and she wobbled left and right, sliding down slowly towards the floor with her back still on the door.

“Scoots?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Would you mind joining me here so I could rut you hard and good for hours?” Her clothes fall to the floor like a snake shedding her skin. Their lips meet with hot intensity, their fingers clutched together as their breasts are squeezed together. Babs penetrated her in one fell swoop and...

“I beg your pardon?” The pegasus squeaked with all the blood having left her face for more unsavory places.

“I asked why your shampoo bottle looked like the bad guy from Hayraiser.”

“Oh, y-yeah, that! There’s a shop in Cloudsdale that sells those things.” She chuckled nervously, fixing her sweaty bangs. The shaking of her knees was reduced by it, but it was her mind that worried her the most. It was so vivid, so real and so frigging tempting.

“Cool.” She cleared her voice. “We have such sights to show you…” The bathroom made her voice booming and metallic enough to make Scootaloo shiver a little.

“Heh, that was good.”

“Thanks.”

She heard the sound of the old shower faucet gurgling and the myriad of droplets pouring over Babs, rolling down her warm fur, down her curves, maybe forming a small puddle between her creamy breasts as she washed them with soap in slow, ample movement of her hands...Maybe she would pass it on her ample, voluptuous flanks and squeeze those wonderful buttcheeks to…

“Gaaah!!!” Scootaloo woke up from her own fantasy and tumbled on the floor, her bottom making a dull noise. Again, it looked like it was right in front of her eyes, ripe for the taking. Her shorts got a little moist in her crotch area, right between her legs even. “I could...Oh, Celestia, I could ask...It may not be such a big deal…”

“Scoots?”

“Y-yeah?!” The pegasus squirmed, hugging her knees, hoping that Babs hadn’t hear a thing...

“You got some clothes I can borrow? Mine are soggy. I don’t want to bother you, but…”

“No, no!” she got up quickly with a strong kick from her wings. “Of course you can borrow something. I think I have something your size.

It was obvious now. Inevitable even. Tonight Scootaloo would confess how she feels. Without even talking to Applebloom first, but tell that to her body. And get laid so hard she would walk funny for another week.

“S-S-Sweetie?!”

“Yeah, I’m glad to see you, too. Can I come in or…?” Sweetie Belle tilted her head genuinely confused, clad in a bright yellow raincoat and holding an umbrella with a blue flower motif. She let out a little sneeze as the rain violently poured down her cute little head.

“Oh, uh, yeah, of course!” Button moved himself out of the way to let the unicorn mare in.

“Oh, thank Celestia!” She closed her umbrella and left it to dry in Button’s porch. She then unbuttoned her dripping coat and left it on the coat hanger in the house’s entrance. She was wearing her usual white dress, somehow immaculate despitethe rain and mud outside.

“I, uh…” Button blushed, his gaze darting to the floor. “Want something to drink?”

“I would love it! Thank you.” She chirped.

“I was making some chocolate, so…” He twirled his thumbs, keeping his chin attached to his chest. “You still like chocolate, right?”

“Who doesn’t, really?” Sweetie chuckled, crossing her fingers behind her back and wobbling back and forth as if she had tiny springs on her hooves.

“Yeah, you’re right. Chocolate is my power up!” It sounded better in his head, until…

“Strength, Speed or Charisma?” Sweetie’s head popped out from behind the kitchen’s door, wearing the most adorable smile.

“S-speed. Definitely speed. The third one is a dump stat…”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You are cute...” She walked over to him and gave a little pat to his belly. “And you got a little thinner. You used to have such a cute little gut!”

“I did?” He inhaled sharply and kept his breath, steeling his belly harder than he ever thought. Sweetie rolled her eyes and raised his shirt, tickling on his belly.

“Oooh, you are so mean…” Buttons shut his eyes and bit his lip as the torturous pressure built up inside him. Sweetie’s fingertips worked like hot knives delving into his defenses, making his whole body shake with crazy laughter and his belly return to roundish normalcy.

“There, much better!

“Heh…” he chuckled weakly, his voice cracking some in confusion, as he adjusted his shirt back in his underwear. Was she the same Sweetie Belle or had she fallen victim to a mind alteration spell? The same Sweetie Belle that would have every right of kick his sorry butt? He always thought unicorns had a +3 against it.

“I knew you didn’t do it on purpose.”

Critical hit to a broken heart.

Buttons stopped moving completely right as he finished pouring the drink in his cup. A long, frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose. It was obvious she wouldn’t have forgotten, that the elephant in the room had to be noticed and stampede all over. No, not just an elephant: an Oliphant from Tartarus! “You do?” He handed the cup to Sweetie still refusing to look at her. A face too pretty to be looked at….

“Yeah. I do.” She took a big sniff of the drink before chugging it now without even waiting for it to cool down. “Gosh, it’s so gooood…”

“I was happy to see you again, you know?” He turned his back and scratched his head. He nearly felt naked without his beanie. “At the movies?”

“You...were?” Sweetie looked at him with big, pleading eyes. Was this the one? His extra life? A better chance?

“Yeah. I, uh...I really did. I wasn’t expecting you. And with company, no less.”

“I haven’t been seeing you that often, either. Don’t tell me you’ve been playing videogames all alo—Of course you were, right?” Sweetie cocked an eyebrow, stabbing poor Button’s very soul with inquisitor wit.

“Not more than usual. Just not with you. It’s not the same thing without you.” He closed his eyes, half expecting a slap, a punishment for such a whiny behavior, but instead he only got a little laugh out of her.

“Here, do it.” Sweetie Belle scooted at his side and rested her head on his shoulder. He gulped loudly as his heart was again hammering in his chest. Her fingers brushed gently against his, clutching around his hand with the grace of a spring rain.“Is this what you wanted to do back then?”

“Y-Yeah…” Just that. The simplest thing in the world. The simplest way ever to show just a sliver of affection and he had managed to mess it up. That was, like, the tutorial of the easy mode of relationships and he had managed to mess it up! But be it in relationships or co-op there’s always another pony to trust and rely on. Maybe a pony that can see beyond these mistakes...and maybe show that affection in return, despite everything.

“It feels nice.” Button clenched all his muscles and closed his eyes, stiffening like a fossilized tree. His hand twitched and threw some papers on the floor, crushing the magic moment with the sound of rustling cheatcodes.

“Oh, I’ll pick them up!” Sweetie Belle let go of Button hand and hopped on her way to the papers. gracefully bowing down to pick them up.

Then Button realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear and the perfectly round, alabaster looking and finely shaped rear of Sweetie was in full view. She wiggled those perfectly round spheres in front of him, without realizing maybe…

Or maybe Button had just reached God Mode...

“So, Rainbow Dash was all like ‘Whooosh’ and we were like ‘Damnn!’. Rarity was even a little turned on…” Scootaloo was beating her small wings and moved her arms around, her knees planted deeply on the creaking mattress.

“You don’t say.” Babs nodded with a small smile. She pulled her shirt down to better cover her midriff. The two were the same height, yes, but Scoots didn’t take those generous breasts of hers into account.

“And guess what? She does it! The maneuver! Our maneuver!”

“No!”

“Yeah! You are getting famous!” Scootaloo hugged Babs and started jumping up and down on the bed on her knees, the mattress protesting outright and threatening to break in half.

“Oh, please.” Babs chuckled, putting an arm over her pegasus friend’s shoulder and pulling her closer, nearly butting heads. “Who’s got the wings between us?”

“All right. We are getting famous?” She flashed a goofy, expecting smile.

Babs’ palm met her forehead with a loud, dull noise. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”

“Seriously, though: It was really a surprise. And then she got me at the Wonderbolts table, would you believe that?”

“No!”

“Why?” She scrunched her face in an adorable pout. “I was totally there and—”

“No, I mean ‘Come on, you at the Wonderbolts, that’s awesome’ kind of way.”

“Oh. Because we totally had a photo and everything.” Scootaloo took from her headstand the photo in question and showed it to Babs. There was, in fact, Scootaloo with a visibly tipsy Rainbow Dash hugging her. Her poor friend was gasping for air and flailing her arms around in the photo, making stark contrast to the excited smile she had while holding the picture.

“Is it too hard to understand? I mean, first Coz’ and then you! Is it a conspiracy.”

“Could be.” Scoots chuckled. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“Is...Is everything alright, Scoots? If there’s anything you wanted to say I’m here.” She sported a soft smile and gently held Scootaloo’s hand. The pegasus gulped unseen as her wings were rustling weakly behind her back. What could she say to her, after all? That she indeed needed a good rutting? Scootaloo still believed her hormone filled rant, that Babs wasn’t just a means to sexy ends.

“It’s kind of a hard time, you know? I finally realized that things used to be so simple and now they are just...not.”

“Oh, I get it.” She patted on Scoots’ shoulder. “I really, really get it. I miss the time when our only concern was getting a Cutie Mark, trying to not screw up and not getting lost in the river?”

“The what now?”

“Remember that time we wanted that Cutie Mark in Piracy? We had that ridiculous little boat and we wanted to plunder other little boats on the way.”

“Except that none of knew what plunder meant.” Babs chuckled and hugged Scootaloo with one arm, pulling her closer. The pegasus scrunched up her face and tried to be unseen, her wings fluttering wildly as the sheer hot in her belly grew even more.

“And then we get lost. In the river. A straight river.”

Scootaloo giggled and passed the palm of her hand over her face. “How did we do that?”

“It kinda was my fault.” Babs blushed. “That was the last time ever I trusted a compass coming from a pack of chips. It didn’t even point north!”

“Then the troubles started when we saw the waterfall…”

“Man, I still dream about that roar in the distance.”

“I still can’t believe how we made it…” Scootaloo held her chin between thumb and index finger, lost in thought.

“We did thanks to you.”

“We did?”

“Yup. You really don’t remember?” Babs got up from the bed and grinned. “You grabbed the ship's bow and flapped those tiny wings of yours to drag all of us to the shore!” That day Babs couldn’t believe her eyes. Scootaloo was far cooler than she ever thought she could be...and she already thought Scoots was pretty cool. “You were a friggin’ hero and ya don’t remember?”

“I, uh...I kinda do but it happened so long ago.” Scootaloo blushed and slumped down on the bed, belly down, leaving an arm hanging from the side. “Was it that cool?”

“Beyond cool.” Babs kneeled over and gave a friendly poke on Scootaloo’s shoulder. Maybe a bit stronger than a friendly poke but Scootaloo hid the pain well. “So don’t ya ever talk about hard times. You are way beyond ‘hard times’.” She kneeled over and put her hand on Scoots’ shoulders, gently butting her forehead against the pegasus’. She looked in her eyes with a gentle smile and Scootaloo felt peaceful. Completely peaceful like she never had thought possible. Her raging hormones didn’t cloud her judgement as she looked in her beloved’s eyes. She always had a nice word for her, always stood by her side and asked nothing in return, even if the pegasus would’ve given the world to her. Her feelings felt crystal clear for the first time; made of pure, vibrant light, and were absolutely enticing.

“I, uh...It’s all thanks to you.”

“Oh, ya flatterer!”

“No, I mean, every time I was so cool you were there with me. Perhaps...Perhaps that’s what it is. Do you think it’s a coincidence?”

“Yes.”

“I still feel that just now I truly met you. And I like what I see…Where have you been all this time?”

"I’ve always been here, duh?!"

"What about before?"

"Somewhere else…?"

"I wish I’d always been there with you, here and now..."

The gears of the universe worked their way. The two closed their eyes, leaning ever so slowly one against the other, their lips longing, aching to be together, The rain drummed on the windows outside, filling the silence with only the quiet sound of their breath alongside it. Babs couldn’t believe what was happening. Neither could Scoots for that matter. It was just them. Without worries. Without thoughts. Without fear. Like their first time, when it was so simple...When one couldn’t fathom the thought of being hurt...

“I miss when it was so simple between us…” Babs hung her head and her face darkened, breaking the kiss before it even came to be. She tightened her grasp around Scootaloo, holding her head close to hers, bumping her forehead against her friend’s. Close enough so that Scootaloo could feel her breath and gaze right in the sadness of the Manehattan mare’s eyes. “Oh, look at me…” She quickly wiped a solitary tear from her eyes. Scootaloo almost wanted to kiss it away, like in the movies…”I was supposed to make you feel better…”

“Well, you kinda did.” Scootaloo pouted and hugged her knees. “I kinda guess it’s my turn?”

“I bet you heard the news, too.”

“News? What news?”

“The one about me, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.”

“Oh, that one! Good one, Babs!” Scootaloo gave a strong congratulatory pat on her friend's back. It bounced on it like on a brick wall, drawing a saddened, even annoyed sigh from her. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not proud of that one.”

“Huh?”

“Not because of Tiara and Spoon. Because of Coz…”

“Now I’m really getting confused.”

“I...I thought there was something for us…” Babs sobbed, breaking Scootaloo’s heart in half. “I thought that the Sweetie Belle thing was just a thing, that she’s one of my best friends, our friend and it was a one time thing. I was happy with her. Then when I hung out with those two...I wish I could say I was just drunk. I wanted it and nothing can’t change it. But the worst part...The worst part was that Coz didn’t even get jealous! I wasn’t hoping for that, I wasn’t doing some kind of twisted test for our relationship, but…” Babs hugged her knees, using them to muffle her increasing sobs. “Oh, relationship! Just look at me! I thought there was something...But not what I wanted…”

Babs put her head gently of Scootaloo’s shoulder, who draped her in one wing. “Are you sure about it? Have...told her what you feel about it?”

Babs cooed and snuggled harder on Scootaloo’s shoulder. “Heh. That would be so awkward. I even promised Tiara I would tell Applejack. About the two of us...I’m not even sure there’s a two of us…” A stream of tears fell down her pretty face. Scootaloo had never seen her this cute, this vulnerable, this hurt...Scootaloo gathered all of her courage and held her close, squeezing her into a hug. She swiped a tear off from her face, determined to be there for her, like she did on that special day.

At that point, Scootaloo’s body had stopped its moaning. Seeing a friend, a friend she loved so much, being so vulnerable...The idea of taking advantage for sex, the mere idea of asking , of thinking about it, was downright repellent.

“Just talk to her. Make it all clear. If you think there is something between you two, then you have to make it clear.”

She knew what she meant by those words. Even if it meant losing Babs to her best friend, it was worth it to see her smile.

“I really wish we made it clearer before…” Babs snuggled in Scootaloo’s arms, brushing a lock of her her mane with fingers while the pegasus gently made herself comfortable on her bosom. Babs lay down on the bed, still holding tight Scootaloo, who covered the both of them with the sheets.

“Are those your drums?” Babs took a small glance at the instruments lying near there, one step close to the land of sleep.

“Yup.” Scootaloo extended an arm and picked them up, knowing immediately what she had to do.

“Could you play them for me? Just one more time?”

“Of course.”

Scootaloo started beating her palms on the drums, slowly and steadily, drawing a calm, soothing rhythm as Babs drifted off to sleep with a gentle smile on her lips, still stroking her purple mane as she held Scootaloo close.

“I wish I didn’t feel this lost…”

“Lost?” Scootaloo cuddled closer, still playing slowly with her drums on the side of the bed.

“Lost like...Like at sea…”

“Maybe you could put an anchor down…” Scootaloo brushed one of Babs’ lock and tried, no, dared to land a small, silent kiss on her forehead. “I could be your anchor…” She snuggled up in her embrace and for a while, everything was good.

The bathroom door slammed shut. Button stood against it, chest heaving as he took in large gulps of air. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t. There just was no way. He walked over to commode, still slightly dazed, closed the lid, and sat down. Button then took a second to glance downward at the large bulge in his pants. And he thought on what had caused it.

“Sweetie Belle, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Any at all! And then she just bends over like that. I could see everything! B-but why? Did she, just forget? Or did she want me to…”

Button snorted, quelling that thought before it could finish. “Don’t be stupid, man...” he muttered to himself. “That’s just your dick talking, that kind of thing never happens in real life. And even if it did, no way Sweetie would do it to you.” Button leaned back with a sigh, “Still, now I gotta deal with this…” He glanced back down. The tent in his pants had not reduced in the slightest, and even worse, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get the image of Sweetie Belle’s lips excised from his mind. The image might as well have been burned in.

“I guess there is no way this will go away on it’s own, and I sure as hay can’t go back outside with it. Even if I could hide it, if I keep thinking about it I would eventually say or do something stupid. It would be the movie theatre all over again. I’m lucky Sweetie still talks to me after that, no way I am messing it up again. But that just leaves one option.”

Button took a glance at the door, and then unzipped his pants. Pulling them down to the floor, he then grabbed the hem of his boxers, and they soon joined the pair of pants. His cock, now free, stood proudly, just waiting for something to give it relief. He grasped it with a hand, and took a breath. “Here goes nothing.”

He began stroking, firmly and quickly, and the sensations quickly filled his mind. He could see Sweetie’s pussy, oh so clearly. Just as it was before, right in front of him, glistening, just waiting for him.

He imagined it settling down over him, his flare pushing in, the tight warmth enveloping him. A small grunt escaped him, as he imagined the wonderful cunt sliding all over his cock, in his mind matching the pace of his hand.

He wasn’t really one for vocalising while masturbating, but his normal composure had been weakened by his close call with the real deal. It just felt so good this time. Button could already feel his balls churning, building pressure as he neared release. It was going to be a quick one. He let his head fall back as he continued to give himself over to his own pleasure.

Lost as he was in the haze of his own ministrations, he utterly failed to notice when the door slid opened. He absolutely missed the sound of hoofsteps on the carpet, and he even managed to no pick up the sound of somepony setting on their knees in front of him. However, he most certainly noticed the breath of air that ran over the tip of his rod. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down, only to see Sweetie Belle smiling up with an expression that could only be described as smouldering. So close as he was to the end, the shock of seeing her there drove him over the edge. With a gasp, his cock throbbed, but before it could spray it’s load, Sweetie Belle grasped it at the base and squeezed.

A sensation like a mix of pain and pleasure shot through him as he felt his balls try to push his load out, only to be blocked by Sweetie’s grasping hand. It was maddening, and he gasped, and whimpered; his hips moved on their own as his release was denied.

And then Sweetie spoke, her voice a soft purr to his ears. “That wasn’t very nice you know.”

After exercising a degree of effort that could only be described as “titanic,” Button managed to squeak out a tiny, “W-what?”

“You left me hanging, Button Mash. I mean, I couldn’t have been any clearer I wanted you to fuck me, could I? I wasn’t even wearing any panties! And then you come in here and start rubbing one out? I hope you were at least thinking of me. You were thinking of me, yes?” Button nodded frantically. “Well, anyway, I think you need to be punished.” She placed her finger on her lips, appearing to be thinking hard. After a few seconds, she grinned in a most diabolical way. Button shivered. “How about this, you don’t get to cum until I do.”

Button couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped him, but he nodded anyway. Anything to get to cum. Sweetie sat still for a moment, taking stock of her position, before attempting to move up into Button’s lap. She managed to get herself halfway up when she lost her grip, just ever so slightly. It was enough, however.

The pressure had been building, and even the slightest release on the grip that had dammed it up is enough to allow it to surge through. Button’s penis goes very stiff, and throbs. Sweetie can’t help but gasp at the sensation, as the cum surges past her fingers, up through Button’s rod, and shoots out with enough force to impact Sweetie’s crotch with an audible smack. Button can’t hold it in, and he lets out a long moan as three more spurts of sperm fire right at Sweetie’s pussy, each shot making a greater mess of her.

Finally, Button’s ejaculation ceased. He leaned back, gulping down breath, seemingly oblivious to everything around him. He even forgot about the, now rather frustrated, mare sitting right above him. Not for long however. Sweetie Belle stared at the slowly softening cock, took a deep breath, and a loud shout reverberated throughout the small room.

“OH COME OOOOON!” Button jolted back to full awareness. All of him. “I can’t, I mean, seriously? I was just about to….ARGH!” She looked down at Button’s face, and noticed his sudden look of terror.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I mean, your hand just felt so good, and I was just about to cum and I couldn’t hold it anymore! Please don’t hate me!”

Sweetie leaned forward, until their snouts were nearly touching. “Now now, I don’t hate you. I suppose it was kinda my fault anyway. Still, you’re going to have to make it up to me. I was really looking forward to all that,” she gestures down to her thighs, “going somewhere else. Now I’m all messy. And still horny.” She leaned back, and shuffled forward, so her crotch was directly in front of his face. “What are you going to do about it, hm?”

Button looked at the mess he made. He couldn’t help but feel a small bit of pride at the mess he made. Her pussy was dripping with his spunk, and it was running down her thighs in thick globs. It was then he got a flash of inspiration.

Rather than answer her, Button leaned forward, and began kissing the inside of her thighs, just below one of his splatters of cum. He began kissing and licking upward, gathering up his own mess in his mouth. “Holy crap, I’m eating my own….stuff. This is so, woah. It tastes weird but, I guess it isn’t that bad.” He heard a low moan from above as he approached the juncture between Sweetie’s legs. Already he could smell it. It was a heady scent, musky, and overpowering. And he could smell himself in it as well. It was utterly intoxicating.

Just as he reached her slit, he stopped, and moved over to the other leg, beginning to give it the same treatment. His hands reached behind her, grabbing on to her firm rear. Sweetie let out a throaty groan at that, beginning to lose herself in the contact. It was so, erotic. Sure it was exactly what she hoped he would do but, she had to admit she was still surprised he was doing this so willingly. And he was so gentle, like she was some kind of treasure. She loved it, this feeling, almost as much as the little jolts his tongue was giving her as he approached her pussy again.

Finally, Button had managed to get her legs cleaned up. He felt like he should have felt repulsed by himself for what he just did, yet all he felt was aroused. He was already stiff as a board again, but he knew he had to finish up.

He tried to think back to those porno stories he sometimes read. What should he do next?

It’s not like he had ever been staring right at a pussy before. Well, not one that wasn’t in a picture or video. Swallowing nervously, he reached out with his tongue again, and ran it along her lips. Her hips bucked forward, just a little, and Button guessed that meant she liked that. He did it again, trying to run across the whole length of her. Another groan, and he pressed his snout in closer. Her felt his nose brush up against something.

A little nub, right at the end, that felt harder than the rest of her. Sweetie gasped, and jerked in surprise, and Button pulled his head back, his tongue flicking across the little nub. Sweetie Belle squealed, and grabbed his head, pushing it back where it was. Button began licking again, trying to find the little bud with his nose.

He felt it, pressing into his snout and mouth, but he couldn’t reach it with his tongue. Sweetie’s grip made sure he couldn’t move his head back enough. Still, all the rubbing he was doing with his face seemed to be having a positive effect on Sweetie, if her moaning and thrusting was any indication. Button instead began licking her vagina in earnest, and began pushing his tongue past her lips, which had begun winking in time with her thrusts. As his tongue began thrusting inside her in earnest, Button tried swirling it around. Sweetie was panting hard, very much caught up in her own pleasure, and Button simply did the best he could to please her.

Soon enough, after several minutes, the movement of her hips suddenly became frantic, and Sweetie’s moans increased in tempo and volume. It didn’t take long for her to clench suddenly, several short, stuttered squeaks coming from her. Button felt a small deluge of juices coming from her pussy, running down his tongue, and splashing across his face. Not really knowing what to do, he just kept licking, trying to get as much as he could. Then her grip relaxed, and a long sigh escaped from her mouth. She let go, and sat back on Button’s lap, just in front of his still rock hard erection.

“Ahhh, yeah. That’s better. You could use a little work, but it’s nothing a little practice won’t fix. Mmm, but I’m still not quite satisfied, and from the feel of it, you’re ready to go again too. So, the question is, do you want to give me your creampie here? Or move to your room first?”

“Just wait! Wait just a second!” Button shielded himself with his hands, stopped the slowly leaning forward unicorn, her lips puckered into a kiss. “It is imperative I ask you this first!”

“What? What?!”

“Weren’t you with that friend of yours...what is she called?”

“Babs?”

“Yeah, her! Weren’t you and her a thing?”

“Really?” Sweetie hung her shoulders and sighed, eyes half opened and dripping with sarcasm. “You are giving up on sex to ask that question?”

“Just answer this. I...I don’t want to get in between you two. I mean, she seemed nice and I don’t want you to make a mist—”

“We are not a couple.”

Button blinked.

“Do you remember where my room is, don’t y—” Sweetie Belle bolted leaving a thin silhouette made of dust and her white dress hitting the floor. “Oh, I guess she did.” Buttons removed his shirt over the head and hurried to join the mare, who was snuggling up below his ‘Bronylands’ sheets. She held the covers just below her breasts, bulging out with grace down below and giving a slight derp face on the image of Handsome Coltjack embroidered on the sheets. For once, the urge to tell another pony to be careful because it was a limited edition didn’t occur. His little soldier between his legs was thinking of another urge altogether…

“Come in here, tiger…” She purred with a sultry grin as she slowly sunk beneath the covers. “Come here and get your high score…”

“Oh, frickin’ yes…” He threw the shirt on the ground, mesmerized, and started crawling stark naked, on his own bed, towards his mare. Their gazes crossed and virginal candor met experienced lust. Their lips glazed onto each other as Sweetie pulled Button’s head into a fierce kiss, drawing a yelp that resounded in their shared mouth. His stallionhood twitched and beat on the cold sheets as Sweetie Belle wrestled her tongue against his, stroking his mane to keep that kiss, never wanting it to end. His hands swished under the sheets, waiting for the touch of her alabaster skin. He opened his eyes, still smooching the mare with enthusiasm, to see his hands paralyzed and trembling, daring not to lay on her.

“Oh, for pity’s sake…” Sweetie rolled her eyes and broke the kiss, leaving a messy strand of saliva between their lips. She grabbed his hands firmly and kicked the sheets away giving him a full view of her naked, milky white body. She pulled his hands onto her firm breast, squeezing them firmly and flashed a sultry grin. “Alright, now you have my permission…”

In total awe he started massaging her breasts, drawing cute moans from the unicorn kissing his forehead and neck, her lips gently brushing his skin. He opened his mouth and took her precious pink bud between his lips, suckling on it like a baby. “Oooh yeah…” He enveloped it with his tongue as he pounced and rubbed his body against hers, passing from a nipple to the other as his rock hard erection brushed between Sweetie’s thighs. She squeezed his member suddenly, moving her potent muscles back and forth, stroking his already excited stallionhood.

“Gaah...Sweetie…” He took a deep breath and struggled to play with Sweetie’s nipples as she kept teasing with the warmth of her sex, slick by his leftovers juices and just begging for more. She had a firm hold, grazing over his medial ring and squeezing, not so hard is hurt his cock, but o keep a wild ejaculation at bay. She didn't want for the fun to end that way...She had earned it and so did Button. “Please, let me…”

“Not yet…” Sweetie grunted and pushed Button on his back, coating his chest and face with quick butterfly kisses, rubbing her snout all over his brown fur. She prodded his twitching member with a hoof and started stroking on it slowly, playing it with it and passing it from one hoof to the other. Button bit his lip and tried to bear withit, spasms of pleasure surfaced from his extremely sensitive organ. Sweetie’s hooves were so smooth and far softer than he had ever thought. They possessed an immaculate contour, not chipped and rough to the touch like some other ponies that had a more active life. Every bulging vein of his stallionhood knew that well and he focused on that sensation while steeling himself to keep his raging balls from exploding and churning out his load, lest he would ruin those perfect appendages. Her hindlegs were opened slightly and he could see her perfectly, as Sweetie was bobbing her slit up and down over his dick, which stood out among the sea of white that was her fur. His glans was throbbing enthusiastically, full of delicious semen gurgling in the pink mound of flesh.

“There, now you look ready…” Sweetie Belle got up and planted her hands on the bed at the sides of his head, her crotch hovering above his tip, her folds swollen and being a mere inch away from him. Both sexes were literally aching to be united, just as their lips and their tongues. Neither one of the two was ever sure on who initiated that kiss and neither one seemed to care. An unstoppable, animalistic force was moving their wills and was fixated on joining their loins. Sweetie Belle wobbled her crotch back and forth, pressing it on Button’s stallionhood, ready to burst. “Inside me...Do it inside me!”

“Oh, yes…” Unfathomable warmth enveloped his tip as Sweetie Belle crouched and closed her eyes, getting a cute pout out of it. He stifled a little laugh while fighting the pressure building in his loins. A good third of his member was engulfed and squeezed into a warm, velvety hold, her juicy pink inner walls were hugging him to his very core. Button lifted an arm and embraced Sweetie Belle, easing her lower, and finally sat her crotch onto his, easing himself inside her. A small scream was drawn by the two at the contact of their sexes. Button went down smoothly, with barely a squeal or any semblance of pain. He always thought a girl’s first time with a boy was supposed to be painful and awkward but apart for some strange faces and grunts, Sweetie Belle was enjoying it deeply. Then again, Babs...To his embarrassment, he felt his rod expanding at the thought of the two mares joined in bed, their bodies sweating, their sexes touching...

His hands slid onto her flanks as she straightened herself up, going into the cowgirl position and humping him smoothly, her cute breasts going up and down in an almost hypnotic fashion, here hips driving his stallionhood inside her. Sweetie Belle snorted out an ecstatic laugh and mounted his stallionhood with a faster pace, guiding herself down to the hilt. He matched her movements, gliding himself up and slapping crotch against crotch and felt such a rush, he felt so empowered, so satisfied and most of all forgiven. He was there, doing it with the mare he always loved, thrusting deep inside her and seeing Sweetie Belle so pleased, so simply joyous as she was riding his meat that his heart sang with delight. He prodded her lily moving subtly his crotch inside her, thrusting, lashing out with all his strength as he was enveloped in her grasp. Their bodies, joined as one, danced the age old dance and pleasure built up and spread across their bodies.

Sweetie Belle heaved and mixed her moans of delight with laughter, genuine laughter derived from that so long desired pleasure. No pain, no shame and no fear of screwing it up. Well, maybe a bit of shame, as she thought of Babs and realizing that her friend was kind of a test drive for that position. It was so comfortable having a cock slide inside at her own pace, thrusting just as much of it’s length as she wanted, and making her sweet weight tease and push hard on his engorged phallus. Her juices were oozing out of her flower, sweet release approaching in intensity. She grasped his hand and leaned forward kissing him one more time as dazzling undulation started to erupt, waves of wonder crashing down of her. Her muscles squeezed violently around his rod as she was sent over the edge. “Button...Gahh…”

Her voice reached her pinnacle as she let out a great cry, ripples of pure ecstasy flooding her. He matched her with a loud cry of his own as their orgasms exploded in the same moment with heavenly coordination. Button groaned in blissful agony as he spilled his seed inside her, longing to be with her to the last. He shot more frantic spurts, unloading all that he had in strong and short spasms of cum. Sweetie Belle felt wonderfully filled, her crotch being on fire as she felt his wad hitting her cervix, shaking her whole. He came and came, almost painfully, unloading all the teasing he had suffered and all the longing he had for his mare. He shot all of his energy until his rod was flaccid and pulsating with pain, rocked back and forth in Sweetie Belle’s tender folds, enclosing him like a flower. He didn’t last very long, he had to admit, but at least he made it count. Seeing as how Sweetie Belle had collapsed on top of him, her warm, soft breasts grazing his chest, a relaxed smile on her face, it seemed to have been a quite fruitful co.op session.

“He He…” He chuckled. “Session…”

“What?” She whispered, getting more comfortable and pulling the cover over the two.

“Nothing. Just a dumb joke…”

“I like your dumb jokes…”

“Does this mean…” Button closed his eyes, grasping the sheets. “Does this mean we are a...thing?”

“We are not things. We are ponies!” He giggled and ruffled his mane up. He had to admit that the first thing nearly stopped his heart. “Hey, is that a joypad?” She pointed at the thing lying on the floor. “What were you playing?”

“Oh, Pony Souls…” Sweetie picked the joypad and turned the console on. “It’s really hard and—”

Sweetie Belle loaded the save and to his absolute surprise she moved the character with incredible speed. Her blows fell every enemy before her in a breeze and the Dragon Knight and the brutal Executioner fell one after the other, disappearing in an explosion of energy and leaving Button’s jaw on the floor.

“Your build sucks, though…” She kissed him on the cheek. “But you're still cute…”

“So, I was coming back to Ponyville from my farm but guess what? The show had started just when I was on the way and what’s the point of seeing less than half of a show.” Pinkie sighed and felt the fresh clouds touching her skin, rumbling with thunder and rain inches away from her naked buttocks. The sky was so clear up there, even though the storm was at its climax. She felt a fresh breeze between her buttcheeks and Rainbow Dash’s tongue was hitting just the right spot. “But I really would’ve loved to come…” She purred as she quietly came on the pegasus’ muzzle.

“And you went back to work almost immediately?” Rainbow wiped her face from Pinkie’s juices and lifted her head, landing a few small kisses on her pink tights. “I don’t know if you’re a great worker or you are losing your sense of fun.”

“Probably both!” She chirped and giggled before throwing a look at the grey cloud banks. “Wasn’t the storm supposed to end long ago?”

“Weren’t you supposed to sex me bad?”

“Yup!”

Author's Notes:

What most people don't know is that Guardians of the Galaxy had a worldwide release...Except we in Italy had to wait for the 22 of October. Since I'm crazy about Marvel movies and I was waiting for that one the day they announced I felt a little...cross when they delayed it that much. I saw it 5 times to compensate, though. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and remember to have sex after you took care of work. The ButtonBelle part was cooked up by the amazing and lovely Bluepaladin42 for the most part. Needless to say I learned to like that ship, too. Button is such a fun character to write, especially for an avid gamer like me.