Opposites Attract

Scootaloo and Sweetie’s screams were enough jolt both Button and Babs out of their slumber, not to mention, broke the trance that had come over Applebloom. “BABS?! WHAT. THE. FUCK?!” Scootaloo panicked at the sight. “Why are you cuddling all lovey-dovey with this weirdo?! D-did you . . . ?” She was cut short by Babs who raised a hoof in protest.

“Calm down, Scoots, we didn’t screw ya perv.” Babs’ nonchalance towards the situation further shocked the still waking Button and her friends.

“Then what did you guys do?!” Applebloom questioned. She was equally disgusted and confused how a colt like Button ended up cuddling Babs. He had the same question.

“Y’know, jus’ messed around a bit” Her voice conveyed a sense of pride for her actions.

“Yeah man, we just made out for, like, ten minutes.” Button, on the other hoof, sounded like the dork who never had any action until an hour ago that he was. Trying to sound cool in a situation that was making him piss himself on the inside, lead to more trouble

“Did you do this ‘cause ya felt bad for him?” Applebloom had a puzzled look on her face.

“Yeah, you don’t wanna hang around him, he’s a fuckin’ dork!” Scootaloo pointed an accusing hoof at the hurting Button. He was currently curled up against Babs’ shoulder, shielding himself from the all too familiar insults.

“Don’t talk about him like that, ya fuckin’ cunt!” The big guns had been busted out.

Applebloom had to hold Scootaloo around the chest to halter her charge towards the couple “Why you!” Her tiny wings buzzed in anger. “I’ll kick both your asses!” She writhed, enfettered by Applebloom’s strong grasp.

“Good luck with that!” Blowing a lock of pink hair out of her face, Babs cracked her hooves together and flexed her muscles. Sure Scootaloo was faster than her, but she’d flatten that mouthy bitch out like a pancake.

“Don’t talk to Scoots like that! I’ll tell Granny Smith and getcha’ ass sent back ta Manehattan!” Applebloom, being a filly of action, felt dirty threatening to tell on another pony.

“You’re the ones who came up here and started pickin’ on me and Button!” Babs’ neck was now damp with the tears of the cowering colt.

Applebloom set Scoots down, keeping a watchful eye on her. “Ah came up here lookin’ for mah CD player and I see you and some weirdo all snuggled up like two lovebugs or somethin’!”

“Then take the damn thing and mind ya own business!” Babs yanked the cord from the socket beside the bed and tossed it to the center of the couch-bed.

“Fine!” Applebloom grabbed her stereo and turned tail, friends silently following.

After the intruders left, Babs pulled up the stairs and closed the hatch, taking the cord with as not to be interrupted by prying eyes. Babs waked over to the bed and slid back in beside Button. “Sorry ‘bout those bitches, I mean, they’re my friends an’ all, but I guess they don’t like ya very much.” She kissed him on the forehead and pressed herself against him harder.

Button wiped away the remainder of his tears, “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. At least we’ve got each other” She met his gaze with a smile. “How about you stay here for dinner, my grandma’ll cook some real good shit.”

Button laughed at her suggestion, mainly because it gave him the mental image of an old mare cooking meth. “I’ll call my mom and ask.” He wriggled himself out from beneath the blankets and walked over to his saddlebags. After a few moments of digging through the tumult of discarded drawings and worksheets due three weeks ago, he found his outdated flip phone. He didn’t care much about phones or social media probably because he had nopony to socialize with until two and a half hours ago. “Mind if I head downstairs to piss and ask my mom if I can stay?”

“Ya really think I’d say ‘No, Button, ya can’t piss here? Go right ahead.” The comment was nodded off as Button opened the hatch and descended the ladder down.

Button looked down the long hallway. Lots of doors, an off-white paintjob, high ceilings, typical old house styles and decor. on the way up, Button didn’t really look around being that he was busy getting yanked up into a filly’s room for a lapdance. Wierd. He saw the door to his left was slightly ajar with voices coming from within. It was those three dickwipes who not two minutes ago told him he was a creep. Sure his tics and quirks were off-putting at times, but he wasn’t the loser they made him out to be. Was he? It didn’t matter his dick was on fire and he needed to tell his mom where he was so she didn’t throw a shit-fit.

He stepped into the turquoise tiled bathroom to his right and shut the door behind him as to avoid an awkward situation of being walked in on. He lifted the seat and released a hot bladder of lemon-lime soda and two hours of waiting into the porcelain bowl. He sighed at the pleasure of another good piss under his belt. He flushed and closed the seat to call up his mom. Flipping through his contacts, he hit the call button and waited. After three rings, he heard the familiar voice of his mother “Hi hon! How are you?”

The same shit every time. “I’m fine. Hey, I was wondering if I could stay for dinner at a friend’s house?” He spoke quickly to cut her off from her usual “How was school today?”.

“S-Sure, just be back by tomorrow.” The question caught her off guard, Button had finally made a friend! She could barely contain her excitement.

“Tomorrow, really? It’s not like we’re throwing a kegger.”

“You better not be! Not after what happened last time!”

“Don’t worry, she’s good.”

“She? Do tell!” Not only did Button make a friend, but this friend of his was a girl, score!

“I’d rather not, hey uh, gotta go bye” He hung up to the pursuing voices of “I love you” and “Don’t do anything stupid” of his mother.

Exiting the bathroom, he heard the squealing of three excited fillies in the room across the hall. “OH MY GOSH, THEY’RE COMING OVER!!!” Definitely Sweetie Cunt; and to think that he was going to ask such such a disgusting example of a pony out. Maybe it was getting to his head. Who were“they” though? He had to know. He held up an ear to the door and listened for clues. The thick wooden door muffled the voices within, but he’d know exactly who they were talking about. “I just got off the phone with Shady and guess what?!”

“What?!” Not even an inch and a half of solid oak could mask the excitement of the other two’s voices.

“He, Rumble, and Featherweight are coming over to hang out!” Oh boy. Soon enough those pricks will be there and he wouldn’t hear the end of it.The athletes and the pretty girls versus the two undeceiving lovebirds who met a little under three hours ago. Who will win this meaningless battle?

Button mumbled to himself as he climbed the ladder “Awwwww shit!” Reaching the attic, Button trotted over to Babs to tell her the bad news. She was laying on top of the bed looking at a boxing magazine. “Babs! We’re so fucked”

“What!? Why” She tossed the magazine aside and sat up to face him. She was thinking that Big Mac and AJ were downstairs, ready to kick Button’s ass for their recent canoodling.

“Rumble and his dickwad friends are coming over to hang out with the others!” Button looked truly afraid, forgetting the promise that Babs’d whoop their asses to Chineigh. He  leaped up beside her and latched onto her with a fearful hug.

Babs couldn’t help but giggle at Button’s irrationality towards the situation. She wrapped a comforting foreleg around Button’s neck and said, “Don’t worry about those limp-dicked fairy fuckheads. C’mon, let’s go have a cig and talk. Granny Smith’ll be home any minute to start dinner.”

“It’s only three fifteen.” Button was puzzled as both sets of grandparents were dead.

“She’s seventy one.”

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The view from the top of the barn was incredible, a beautiful orchard blanketed by a spring afternoon. The gentle breeze felt good in Button’s hair as he assumed a comfortable position near the crest of the roof. “Pretty, ain’t it?” Babs didn’t strike him as the kind of filly to use the word “pretty”, nor did he expect her to have so much make up and act like a lovestruck schoolgirl. Her tough-bitch personality was probably just a front. Button figured this out at the ice cream parlor when she giggling like a little girl.

“Yeah.”

“Here.” She held out a pack of cigarettes.

Button grabbed one of the yellow filter poking out with his teeth. “Thanks”

Babs, taking a cig of her own, flipped open her lighter and held it over the flame. Button leaned in and lit his without removing it from his mouth. The both held in the smoke of their first drags and looked at one another. At a near telepathic que, they exhaled a cloud into each other's faces. Babs spoke up, “I like you, Button. Ya got style.”

“I like you too. You’re the most badass chick I’ve met!” He smiled and looked out at the vast expanse of apple trees ahead of him. “We’ve only acknowledged each other for three hours and we’ve already made out . . . twice!”

Babs took another drag off her cig, “Yeah. I guess we fit pretty well together, y’know.”

Button smiled, “I knew that you’d be the one ten minutes after you saved my ass. Nopony has ever stood up for me before, thanks”

They held each other close, waiting for the time to pass in silence, yet in the comfort of the other’s company. It felt good to be in love.