Bar

Button walks up to the bar, smiling at the patrons as he decides to take a seat. While he didn’t really drink, having sipped a bit of beer earlier in the day as a part of having turned eighteen, he also wasn’t sure that he was ready to start enjoying the show. But with a bit of liquid courage, he would probably be fine.

An attractive Zebra mare walked over in a tight, white tanktop that outlined her rather large bosom quite well. Button swallowed at seeing her, her tight, small booty shorts not helping. She flashed him a subdued smile as she put down the glass she’d been washing, and stopped in front of him. “So, do you know what you want, kid?”

He bit into his cheek and drummed his fingers on the counter. To be honest, he didn’t even know what brand of beer he could want. Add that to all the bottles behind her and that just added to the confusion. “Umm, what do you suggest?”

The light green stallion next to him perked his ears up, before turning to Button. He was built like a truck, with a wide, barrel chest, his ginger mane spreading to a massive, impressive beard, but he did have a wide, friendly smile. When he spoke, it was with a thick, scottish brouge. “Ah, don’t listen to this missy! Give him one of mine to start, on me!”

Button smiled at him, not able to currently see the stallion’s drink, but he wasn’t one to turn down a gift. Besides, he was out here to try new things and have new experiences, so why would he say-

Thunk.

Button stopped, staring at tall, glass boot in front of him, filled to the brim with an amber ale. He swallowed hard, staring at it. He could feel the Scotcolt’s eyes on him, and knew it would be rude to say no, so he reached out to the drink.

“No, the other way.”

Button hesitated, before turning the boot around, and then pulling it towards him.

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Knock, knock

Love Tap opened her eyes at the sound. She hadn’t expected anyone to come to her room tonight, not that she knew of at least. At best, it could be Button, but he should have had a key on him. She frowned at the thought as a worm of worry crawled into her. If something had happened to him, it would lead to someone coming to her room… maybe.

She made sure the long, pink robe she had on, so as not to scar her little stallion, was tight on her as she got out of bed. She wasn’t really in the mood to get fully dressed, especially after having spent the last four hours fearing for the worst for Button. Sure, she had pushed him to go, as her time in the clubs had helped her understand the world better, but… it was her little colt.

She could start making voices out as she neared the door. They were loud, boisterous, with the heavy, luxury walls being the only reason she couldn’t have heard them before. For a moment, her fear was replaced by an old attraction as she could make out the groups accent. She then dismissed it, knowing she hadn’t caught a viking’s attention in a long while.

This was not so though.

As she opened the door, her eyes lit upon the green stallion in front, who was almost twice her size, and her jaw almost fell to the floor. “Axe?”

His eyes lit up, before a boisterous shout escaped his lungs, shaking the timbers of the hotel as he surged forward. Love Tap tried to get out of the way, remembering how the old sailor used to act, but was too late. Next thing she knew, two, thick arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tight in a bear hug, and driving the air out of her lungs.

Axe Head was fairly oblivious to any sort of complaint she might have had. “Ah, how is my favorite stripper doing nowadays?”

Love Tap blushed as his large, calloused hand came forward, and before she could protest, slipped beneath her robe and clutched one of her large breasts. Not that she would have told him no, not after their younger days. She still did push it out, which he was gentlemanly enough to follow. “I’ve been fine. Have a child, but if I weren’t sharing this room with him, I might be tempted to fill his father’s place with you.”

The other men in the troop gave a whoop of cheer for their captain as he laughed, not knowing that the last time Love Tap and him had seen each other was actually for the good stallion’s funeral. That was many years in the past for the two though, and they had moved on.

And a certain member of the troop had grown up.

Axe grinned as he reached back, taking something from another of the old sailors as he said, “Well, I’ll say I should of recognized the boy when I met him. Reminds me too much of you and Turbo.”

When he pulled his hand back, Love Tap gasped, seeing her little colt passed out on top of his arm, with a viking helmet loosely hanging on his head. Axe merely smiled and pat the stallion he held on the back. “He was a fine trooper as I led him through a bar’s best selection, took him around town, and-”

“And then he passed out when-”

“-The alcohol got to him, and nothing else!”

While the growl in his voice was enough to quiet his band of buccaneers, but he could also feel death staring straight into his back. He turned back to Love Tap, whose eyes were lowered into a stare that he’d only seen when he first began giving those wonderful tatas a good squeeze. He cleared his throat and slumped his shoulders so he might be able to be smaller.

“What happened?”

Axe drummed his fingers against each other, before clearing his throat. “Well… you see… I wanted to check his sailor’s balance, but without a ready ship, I thought a mechanical bull would do.” He was silent for a moment, and wilted before her raised eyebrow. “At maximum settings.”

Love Tap shook her head and pointed to the second bed in the room. “Just lay him down, and remember to start sending me mail again, alright?”

As Axe laid Button down, afraid of receiving some sort of wrath from his old friend, he was instead treated with the real best part that he remembered of her. Her soft, gentle lips against his rough cheek in a small, tender peck.

“Thanks for showing him the ropes, Axe. It means a lot to me.”

He smirked back at her, his heart swelling with memories, and feelings that had never quite gone away. “I still wish you’d chosen me instead.”

Love Tap shook her head. “And you know I would never have been willing to be a part of your real profession, and the first time you told me to just wait at home so you could make you dinner-”

“-You’d of brained me with my own axe.” He chuckled as he got up, shaking his head as he felt pride swell up in him for the mare. “However did you manage to raise a colt like this?”

Love Tap looked past the large stallion to Button as he laid on the bed, and the small smile on her face told Axe all he needed to know. He patted his old flame on the back, before looking to his men. “Alright you buffoons, we got a night to finish off, and we’ve taken enough time from this nice mare.”

Love Tap turned to watch them go, tears at the edge of her eyes from the joy she could remember, and the happiness she felt for Button. Of course, she still couldn’t let Axe have the last word, and called back, “And thanks for the souvenir. Should take me a week to forget the smell!”

She stood in the middle of the room, smiling as she chuckled with Axe’s thunderous laughter.

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Author's Note

If you're interested in some sexy times with this interpretation of Love Tap, you can check out good end one, or a bad end one. Main difference is that one is snuff.