Opposites Attract

The attic had this musty smell that Button couldn’t quite put his hoof on. Sort of like an old basement or an antique shop. While the rest of the house was clean and tidy, Babs’ room was devoid of this aspect. Her room consisted of a pull-out couch, a vanity littered with various beauty products, a full sized mirror, and a wardrobe. It seemed odd to Button that a pony like Babs owned so much make up. It seemed odd that she was into him, too.

“Sorry, my room’s a bit of a shithole.” She sat down on the stool and sifted through the numerous items scattered across the vanity’s tabletop. She pointed to the couch and said “Find somethin’ to do while I make myself look like a slut.”

Button was flattered that she, of all ponies, wanted to look good for his viewing pleasure. He sat on the couch and considered playing his JoyBoy before noticing the CD player sitting on the side table next to the bed. He shuffled through one of the numerous stacks of CD’s and found the perfect song to set the mood. The Downward Spiral: Deluxe Edition. “Mind if I play some music?”

Without looking away from the mirror, she replied “Knock yourself out. I don’t got much to listen to, but go ahead.”

Button mumbled to himself “I’ve already got what I’m looking for.” He opened the disc tray and removed a special, remastered edition of Violator. He placed the new CD into the tray and slid it back in. Depeche Mare, Nine Inch Noses, Maneless Self Indulgence: a colt of refined tastes. This taste for music was inherited by his mother, who blasted music when she and Button did chores.

Though “World My Eyes” would be up there on songs to play while making out, his mind made up: track five. It was the filthiest, most dirtiest song he knew. She’d love it.

Babs swiveled around to show Button in her new, sluttier look. She had on a little mascara and some dull-pink lipstick. “How do I look?” She bit her lower lip and batted her half-lidded eyes a few times. She stood up and struck a provocative pose.

“You look hot.” He leaned over and hit the “Skip Song >>” button a few times before landing upon his target: Closer. Sitting down on the folded in couch- bed, he watched Babs drew closer as the slow, steady beat started up.

Babs straddled him cowgirl style and got comfy on his lap for what would she assumed would be a long make-out session. Their eyes met and self control seemed to exit their minds along with the previous events of the day. She had only really known this colt for two hours, and here she was, in her room, pinning him by the crotch with her haunches. He wasn’t the wimpy dork he appeared to be to the average onlooker.

Button took a moment to reflect on the last two hours: a gorgeous, full-figured filly stood up for him, cheered him up with a cigarette, invited him to cut class to get ice cream with her, became a couple, and made out. Currently, he was straddled by said filly cowgirl style with the filthiest song he knew playing in the background. In his fourteen years and ten months of life, Button had never had a fillyfriend, but here he was; two hours flat.

Babs’ hips were churning rhythmically against his lap when she asked, “Y’ready?”

“Yeah” He was grinning so wide that his face began to feel numb. Their mouths met, sending a surge of lust through both ponies. Button ran his tongue behind Babs’ top row of teeth while she swirled hers between his teeth and lower lip. They’d wrap their tongues around one another’s, stroking the other’s. They’d explore their mouths with profound thoroughness.

The moans and excited giggles emanating from the room would prompt the suspicion of anypony below, luckily enough, nopony was home to find out . . . for now.

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They summoned the last of their dying strength and energy, to convert the couch to a queen-sized bed. Babs lazily tossed the cushions aside while Button grabbed the crossbar and yanked it up to reveal the first half of the mattress, tucked neatly into the seat. Button flipped the top half of the block over once more as Babs pulled a locking bar out to use as the legs. All they needed now were some blankets and a pillow.

“Thanks for helpin’ me set this thing up, it’s a pain in the ass by yourself”

Button fell backwards onto the bed, “No problem.” He let out a big yawn, indicating that it was about three o’clock; ten minutes after school let out.

Babs tossed a pillow beside Button and slowly slithered up to the backrest (which was now a headboard) with the blanket in tow, not unlike a cape. She sat up near the midway point and adjusted the pillow to her liking. She patted the spot beside her, beckoning Button to cuddle. “C’mon, let’s snuggle.” She put a hoof to her mouth and yawned heavily. Button crawled up next to her and spooned himself up against her thigh, embracing her with his crotch. Getting comfy, he craned his neck to the side to invite Babs to nuzzle, who gladly accepted. He wraaped his legs around her back, cradling her body with his own.

“Comfy?” He asked with a stroke of her mane.

Babs let out a small laugh, “Couldn’t be better,” she pecked his cheek and returned her muzzle to Buttons shoulder. “C’mon, let’s take a nap.”

He kissed her forehead, “It’s be an honor to snuggle a pony like you.”

“I know.” She giggled at her sarcastic comment and Button’s flattery.

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Having fallen into the heavy sleep of a similar anatomic schedule, neither Button nor Babs heard Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scoots enter the house. “Babs?,” Applebloom waited a few seconds to try again, “BABS!? WHERE’S MAH CD PLAYAH!?” Applebloom muttered to herself, “Dammit! She must be sleepin’” She walked into the hallway adjacent to her room and looked up to the ceiling, folding stairs raised up. Regardless if her cousin was sleeping, she and her friends wanted to listen to music and talk . . . about colts . . . like Rumble. Applebloom jumped up to retrieve the cord to pull down the stairs, an action that took a few tries, but was rewarded with access to Babs’ room, and more importantly, her stereo. What she saw next would definitely shock her and her friends. She turned around, climbed back down the stairs and joined her friends.

“Applebloom, you look like you saw a ghost!” Sweetie saw the look on AB’s face and could tell it was serious. She put a hoof on her shoulder and asked, “You okay?”

No answer.

“Yeah, man. You looked like you just walked in on Big Mac and Cheerilee goin’ at it!” She smacked her thigh and laughed at her comment. Seeing that nopony else was laughing, Scootaloo decided it was best to just shut her mouth and listen.

“Eh-Even worse” Her eye was twitching and her lips quivered in disgust. Pointing to the pull-down stairs in the hall, she said, “Go suh-see for yerself!”

“C’mon, Scoots, let’ go find what’s got AB all worked up”

Sweetie Belle was the first to ascend the ladder, then Scootaloo, then Applebloom.

To the latter third, the room felt dirtier than it already was. The other kind of dirty. Applebloom pointed at the bed. To the other fillies, it just looked like Babs under the covers; nothing out of the ordinary. “Under th-the covers . . . Babs”, her voice died off into an inaudible mumble as Scoots and Sweetie Belle approached the edge of the bed.

Scootaloo grabbed the corner of the blanket and yanked it off in one fluid movement. She wished he hadn’t.

There lay Button and Babs, spooned up against one another in a romantic embrace.

“AAAHHHHH!!!”