Night Moves

by Smitty91

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Romance
Length: 1602

Sweetie Belle and Button Mash have some fun together.

Midquel to A Night with Scootaloo.

Sweetie Belle and Rarity stop by Button Mash's place before heading home, and Sweetie and Button get into some kinky stuff when the adults are asleep.

Warning: [spoiler]Contains foalcon and vaginal.[/spoiler]

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-07-12 00:26:02 UTC

Night Moves

   "Ooh, cold floor!"

   Sweetie hopped a bit on the unfamiliar hallway tile as she made her way to the bathroom, thanking Rarity and the balanced diet the mare forced on her for her night vision as she managed to get there without doing too much damage.

   Business taken care of, she looked at herself in the mirror, chuckling a bit at the somewhat matted fur here and there on her white form, running one hoof over her head to smooth the mussed strands down a little bit, then ruffling her crotch area, still a bit damp from the session she'd enjoyed a few hours earlier. Yawning, she headed back down the hallway and into the bedroom, soft breathing from the bed drawing a smile.

   "Mrr?" a quiet voice came as she carefully edged her way back under the covers on the big bed, and she leaned over and kissed a soft, brown-furred cheek as the form next to her rustled a bit, rolling over.

   "Just a bathroom run, sweetie," she murmured as the otter's deep brown eyes opened, blurred by sleep. She snuggled down onto the pillow and slipped a hoof around his waist, smiling as he purred softly, a hint of a smile creasing his muzzle. "Go back to sleep."

   "Mmm," he agreed softly, one of his slim hooves slipping around her chest as she cuddled close, his muzzle nudging into the gap between her chin and chest. She softly stroked the fur on his back and moaned her own gentle pleasure against him, her chest against his full belly as it rose and fell with his breathing.

   She'd known Button Mash for years; they'd been friends, and could very well have been more if one or the other had managed to translate the signals that were passed back and forth at times. Her school and chores, and his own work and string of bad relationships that she'd agonized over at times, had been too much of a distraction to make anything work – despite the best efforts of their circle of friends – and they'd slipped apart as he developed what looked to be the right relationship after a long search.

   Unfortunately, it had turned into entirely the wrong relationship after a few years, she'd been told through mutual associates. Sweetie had lingered long over his home address, but finally had pulled the plug and wrote him up. And the next thing she knew, she was taking part of a two-week visit to her parents and rescheduled, heading for Ponyville for a weekend to visit.

   It had been a while since they'd seen one another, but they soon found themselves relaxing, getting caught up on one another's exploits. He had known of Apple Bloom, of course, and what she felt was a long-term relationship, and she was thankful that he didn't have a problem with that or her ambiguous preferences.

   Sweetie had whipped up one of her specialties for dinner and they'd settled into the living room afterwards; as they watched a movie, he'd just naturally snuggled under one of her hooves – he'd always been cuddly. They stayed curled together for quite some time, and then he had turned to look at her and said, "There's something I should have done a long time ago I'm going to do right now." Then he kissed her.

   She was fairly sure there were a couple of reasons not to respond, but part of her brain said, "Fuck that," and she kissed him back, and for the next couple of hours nothing really mattered but the whisper of fur on fur, the sound of soft pleasure from one set of lips or the other, the feel of warmth against and surrounding the two as they moved from the living room to a (rather memorable) few minutes in the kitchen and finally to the bedroom.

   Smiling, Sweetie nuzzled against his soft cheek and moaned gently as they rested against one another; he chuckled softly against her neck and nuzzled closer and she realized that her reminiscences had caused herself to get wet again, her thick pussy resting in the soft fur of his belly.

   "Hrmm..." he murmured sleepily, one leg slipping up to move around her thigh and draw her closer. "Somepony's having nice dreams. . . ."

   "Can't help it, cutie, you know what you do to me," she whispered against his ear as she stroked his lower back. He giggled softly and moved a little, his leg pulling her closer as his hips moved a little higher; he felt a soft dampness against himself as she brushed the fur of her crotch against his length.

   He moaned softly and kissed her ear. "Somepony wants to have even nicer dreams, I think," he murmured, and she nodded gently against his neck, kissing his chin languorously.

   "Just something nice and gentle," she purred gently as she reached around her own thigh and positioned his tip against the slightly damp labia; she moved her hips slowly and he moaned quietly as her body opened to him, taking his hardness slowly and deeply into her.

   The two snuggled together as they joined, their bodies meeting; she wrapped her leg tighter around his and held him tight as he ran his hooves down her back and over the soft, full buttocks, tracing the cleft beneath her tail as she returned the favor. He opened his eyes and smiled softly at her, kissing her gently; she returned the kiss softly and warmly, then rested her head in the soft fur of his neck once again, her eyes closing as she rested against him.

   Button slowly drew his hips back, drawing out of her, intending to start to move into the heat of her body, but she gripped him harder and shook her head. "Don't move, Button," she murmured against his neck. "Just . . . rest here . . . feels so nice with you inside me. . . ."

   Nodding, he rested himself deep into her once again and held her close as she purred gently, her hooves stroking through the soft fur of his tail, which he curled against that touch. The two held one another close, him deep inside her, gently exploring one anothers' bodies with hooves, him roaming over her hip and rear, her gently caressing his shoulders and neck, simply enjoying the togetherness of their connection, their warmth.

   After a few minutes, Button purred as he felt Sweetie's internal muscles gently caressing his length, and he looked down at her, smiling; she smiled back and kissed his neck gently, her supple tongue lapping at the ruff of brown fur. He tilted his head and rumbled gently as he felt his shaft being stimulated deep within her, his hips moving softly, minute little motions that he felt her responding to as her sensitive clitoris rubbed against the fur on his belly, but when he tried to speed up, she stopped him once again, holding him to that slow, gentle, barely-moving gait as they stroked one another, their breathing starting to build just a little as they kissed and nuzzled each others' faces and necks.

   When it came, it came almost without warning; Button gasped and stiffened as some pleasure center within him peaked and he erupted, jetting his pleasure deep into Sweetie's warm channel; she gasped softly and purred as his seed flowed into her, her hooves sinking into his back and holding him tightly against her until he sagged, panting, his eyes closed and face taut with pleasure. Then she moved, rolling him onto his back and following, mounting him from above and rocking madly onto him with strong, long strokes; he gasped and opened his eyes, looking up at the unicorn as she suddenly shifted gears.

   Growling with her own pent-up pleasure, Sweetie raked a hoof down the center of Button's chest and belly, then zeroed in on her own clit and rubbed furiously as she rode him wildly. The colt managed to catch up and started to thrust into her, the clenching of her muscles on him not letting his hardness diminish, in fact building his tension once again much faster than he could ever have expected, until he again stiffened and came deep into her, this time accompanied with a loud scream of pleasure as she peaked and bathed his hips with their combined juices, grinding down onto him for long moments before slumping back down onto him, the two panting for long minutes.

   "Something nice and gentle, huh?" he breathed into the soft circle of ear that rested against his cheek, and she giggled softly against him.

   "Changed my mind," she purred, licking his neck once again, rolling to one side, trying her best to keep him inside her. "I'd imagine you aren't going to complain much, are you?"

   Button chuckled and shook his head, drawing the covers back up over the two of them, cuddling close and yawning. "Not a bit, lover. Now will you let me get back to sleep, you naughty thing?"

   Purring, Sweetie cuddled into his hooves and yawned herself.  "Of course."

   The two lay entwined, and Sweetie felt her body slip back into sleep against him, her breathing regular and even as she nodded off. He closed his eyes and moaned gently against her, letting himself fall into a content sleep as well, surrounded with a warm, pleasurable feeling that things were just right.