That Time We Swapped Spit

Button and Aura filed out of the concert hall amidst a throng of ponies trotting in a tightly coiled mass. The latter practically skipped while her mouth rattled of praise and adoration at a mile a minute, and the former walked dejectedly beside her, his steps slow and aimless.

“Oh my gosh! That was so good, wasn’t it Button?”

“Uh-huh.”

I mean, did you hear her hit those high notes? That was so amazing!”

“Mmhmm.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Mmhmm.” Aura narrowed her eyes skeptically.

“Y’know. A little birdy told me that there was gonna be this huge sale down at the comic book store tomorrow.”

“Yeah, sure.” Aura moved to cut off Button’s path, her nostrils flaring indignantly.

“Button, what in Equestria is your problem?” The slight rise in volume is enough to bring Button back to the land of the living.

“Huh, what?”

“You’ve been like super quiet and distracted ever since the performance, what’s your deal?”

“I’m fine, really. I just..have a lot on my mind right now.”

“This is because of that pegasus from earlier, isn’t it?”

“No, I just have a lot of stuff I’ve been dealing with lately.” Aura looked at Button with genuine concern and worry.

“Really? Because to me it’s pretty obvious that there’s something going on between the two of you.”

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

“Button, ponies don’t make a scene like that over nothing.”

“He’s just some guy that can’t take no for an answer, that’s it.”

“What are you talking about?” Button steeled his nerves and managed to maintain some semblance of calm as he prepared to drop a bomb on his new girlfriend.

“He was kinda, sorta...in love with me.”

“He was in love with you?!” Button felt a chilled fear slip under his skin.

“Yeah.” Button turned his head just in time to see Aura’s eyes narrow skeptically. “But I made it clear that I didn’t swing that way.”

“Looks like it wasn’t clear to him.”

“He probably hates me now.” Aura threw a hoof over Button’s shoulder and corralled him against her side.

“So what if he hates you, forget about him. Let’s just head back to your place like we planned, have a couple drinks and watch some bad movies.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Button’s room was exactly what you would expect, given how the colt carried himself. Posters and trinkets Aura couldn’t make heads or tails of filled every nook and cranny and lined every wall. There was an unspoken tension buzzing in the air like so much static-the heaviness made Button’s steps noticeably slower and more keen.

“Here we are: casa de Button.”

“Looks…” Aura took a moment to take it all in. “Homey.”

“Yeah, it’s...pretty nice I guess.”

“No, really,” Aura went to sit on the bed. “It looks very...comfortable.” There, in the midst of the need to make any sort of noise-anything at all- there was fear. It was fear that was at the back of Button’s mind in nearly every social situation he ever was and ever will have been in. It was silence.

The lack of noise was threatening, like a rolling tide closing in on an island far too small for the both of them to survive. The flow of conversation had to continue. If one was stranded and left to stall, it would surely swallow them up and leave them gasping for breath, praying for oxygen.

“So,” Button drawled in the awkward sort of way that suggested he was too nervous to make the short three-foot jaunt to his collection of movies. “I’m thinking either noir crime drama or gritty slasher flick.”

“Ooh, let’s go with slasher flick. I love me a good slasher flick.”

“Alright then, slasher flick it is.” Button turned off the lights before moving to sit beside his girlfriend on the foot of the bed. As the the title screen stretched the length of the screen and a carefully orchestrated symphony of eerie sounding noises and instruments filled the room, Button could feel himself growing uncomfortable at the close proximity to the beautiful mare wrapped around him like a leech.

Button’s discomfort persisted until they were guts deep into the movie. The angel’s caress of a hoof on his inner thigh made him tense and rigid. He stole a glance at Aura, who was wearing undoubtedly the best poker face he’d ever seen. As the movie progressed, the touches became less genial and more insistent-more hungry. A sudden shift in both density and mass at the gory climax sent Button reeling backward in a state of mild panic. He was on his back now, a bloody red lioness with gleaming fangs staring into the pits of his eyes, her own eyes sharp and salivating.

“Aura, what-” she said nothing as she coiled herself into him. Button couldn’t help but feel as though he was about to be sucked dry and left a husk.

“You’re so adorable.” Aura purred. Button forwent his response in favor of counting the gaps in her teeth as she smiled wolfishly down at him. Her assault on his mouth was fast and relentless. Her tongue lashed out and attacked his in both frenzied, lust-filled swipes and deep, passionate intertwinings that left Button just as breathless as her, despite her having done all the work while he did his level best to keep up.

“Isn’t this more interesting than a movie?” Aura’s body was like an ooze, dripping over every part of him that it could reach and trapping him like a fly on sticky paper. As much as he squirmed and wiggled and as vehemently as he wished it wasn’t happening, she only seemed to spread farther until she’d pervaded every limb and orifice and enveloped him completely.

“Wait,” Button choked out from beneath the suffocating spillage. “Isn’t this kind of sudden?”

Aura blinked as if preparing to liquify and digest innocent colts such as himself was the most innocent thing in the world. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...are you sure you want to do this now? After just one date?”

“Well, why not?”

“Isn’t that...I don’t know, against the rules or something?”

“Button, there are no rules when it comes to love. You just do what your heart tells you feels right.” Aura leaned in and rubbed her muzzle against Button’s, and while the young earth pony was distracted by the sudden contact, she deftly maneuvered her left hind hoof to the space between the young colt’s legs.

Aura’s relentless assault on Button gradually became more intense and passionate, the riled up mare purring lasciviously as she proceeded to overtake him. The friction between their mouths gave way to a serpentine appendage that incessantly prodded at Button’s tightly clenched jaw line, and when it didn’t give way, Aura pulled back and resumed her attack from a different position, all the while Button’s mouth remained tightly sealed and his member, limp and dangling.

“What’s wrong, honey bear? You were being so playful before.”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe we could take it a bit slower.”

“Aww, c’mon, Button.” Aura cooed as she ground her smouldering sex into the space between Button’s legs, practically soaking both their crotches in hot,.liquid need.“I know you want this as much as I do.”

“I don’t know if I’m really ready for something like this just yet, Aura.”

“Let me ask you something, Button.” In what seemed like a split second, all of the lust and need was gone from her voice, replaced by a staid sort of seriousness that reminded Button of his teacher or his mother.

“Do you love me?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to be with me?”

“Of course.”

“Do you find me attractive?”

“Yes.”

“Then what’s the matter?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t feel like this is something I really want to do right now.” The impish smirk that played out across Aura’s maw made Button wholly confused

“I think you just need a bit of convincing is all.” Aura slithered down the length of Button’s body until she was face to face with his most private of parts. Without wasting so much as a beat, she grabbed the appendage in her hooves and began to methodically stroke it from base to tip.

“You like that, sailor?” The lust she was practically drooling earlier was back in full force now, her every word dragging with the thick and sensual tenor that ponies adopted when they were in desperate need of a good rutting and there was a pony able to dish it out squirming beneath their hooves. Button only grunted in response, from pleasure or discomfort Aura wasn’t sure. Nevertheless, she continued to work his shaft, only to be met with less than satisfactory results.

“I don’t understand, Button. I thought you said you liked me.” She sounded understandably cross. Button could barely bring himself to look her in the eye.

“I do, it’s just that…” What had started as an awkward beat of silence had eventually protracted into far too much nothingness for Aura’s liking.

“Just what?”

“I can’t really explain it.”

“I’m just as confused as you are, Button. You were all fine up until-” It was as if pieces of an unfinished puzzle were coming together at long last. As though a blank canvas had suddenly become a full-palleted picture with the face of one light blue pegasus as its tear stained centerpiece.

“Oh, I get it now.” The statement was realization peppered with betrayal and seasoned with tinges of hurt and sprinkles of acceptance; the perfect dish for Button to practically choke on. The pegasus mare said nothing as she lifted herself away from Button and gave the colt his first taste of untainted air in what felt like hours. She wordlessly made her way toward the door, stopping just underneath the threshold to eye the colt who was sitting up in his bed as if he’d been caught in the act of something less than wholesome..

“I don’t appreciate being used as some sort of test, Button Mash. You have no right to play with other ponies’ emotions like that.” That was all she said as her freshly dampened eyes disappeared behind a wall of oaken wood as his bedroom door slammed shut.