Button's Manehatten Minute

Let the nice mare clean her up.

Cream tentatively let the motherly mare take her by the hand, and pull her away. She could see Button’s wide, goofy grin, and her mind became even more confused. Manehatten wasn’t like this. Manehatten never was like this. But these two…

Love Tap led her into the bathroom of the hotel, where there was a nice, large bath there, easily large enough for two ponies. Cream fidgeted for a moment, trying to think that the mare was going to use her. It was hard though, especially as she began to run the water.

The cream colored mare glanced back at Orange Cream, and nodded to herself. Too much pressure, and there was no telling what might happen. “You don’t need to get undressed if you don’t want to. We can just use the warm water here to get rid of the worst of the gunk. How does that sound?”

Cream shifted her weight, her horn flickering as she glanced for anything she could use as a weapon. The top of the toilet could probably crack her over the head. Then again, she still had done nothing outright dangerous, and now even was going to let her stay clothed. “Y-you don’t want me to undress?”

Love Tap ran her hand through the water, checking to see its temperature, and turned down the heat a little bit so it wasn’t scalding. “Honestly, yes. While Button doesn’t quite get homeless mares like you, I do, and I bet there are a lot of cuts and bruises on you that could use a good, deep cleaning. I also can see that you’re probably ready to run though, so we can take it one step at a time.”

Cream blinked a few times. She claimed to understand, but how? She wasn’t from the town. She was probably from some sort of angelic part of Equestria, like Canterlot. Her words didn’t make her feel like she was being belittled though. She placed a hand to her head, wincing as a head ache started to come on.

The older mare glanced back as she heard the slight grunt. “Would you like some ibuprofen? I always bring some with me for if Button does something too stupid.”

Ibuprofen? A drug? Cream shook her head. “N-no, I’ll be fine.”

Love Tap shrugged, trying to show that she didn’t care, before she patted to the tile beside her. “Well then, take a seat. The waters warm, and we need to get started.”

Cream obeyed, coming to the tile floor slowly, her eyes staying on Love as she moved. When the other mare went to touch her with a damp towel, Cream recoiled back. “I-I can clean myself.”

Love Tap pulled the towel back, raising an eyebrow, as if this was a joke, and her small smile didn’t help. “I thought you might like to know where my hands are. Besides, you can thumb your knife while I work too.”

The small mare jumped a little bit at the accusation, but made no other signs of protest. If she was to be so untrusting of them, she had to be fair and allow them their accurate assumptions. Instead, she bent her head forward, and felt velvet fingers run along the side of her face.

They were kind, soft, just like the towel that began to wipe away some of the grime, soot, and dirt that had collected on her face. For a moment, Cream wondered what Love was actually doing, as she would never get all the dirt off unless she pushed down harder. If she pushed down hard enough though, she could smother me.

Cream stopped, her head coming back as she realized what she just thought. Or, more so, the order in which she’d just thought. The mistrust had come… second.

Love Tap lowered her towel, her beautiful, blue eyes looking seemingly into the soul of Cream. She extended a hand, resting in on the small mare’s. “Is something wrong?”

The unicorn fidgeted a bit where she sat, before looking at Love Tap from her peripherals. She mumbled something, but Love’s puzzled expression told her she didn’t hear her. So, she took a deep breath in once more, and, in a now audible whisper, she said, “C-can we move to the tub?”

A smile crossed Love Taps lips as she nodded, and stood up. Cream was only in the process of doing so as the older mare peeled away her shirt, and the vagabond stopped to stare at the bountiful bosom that was only held within a lacy, black bra. And then, that was gone too.

Love Tap noticed the stares, and paused for a few moments. “How… old are you?”

Cream fidgeted, knowing that Button had probably said something like ten, an assumption she usually had a hard time dealing with. She swallowed hard, and glanced away, hoping this wouldn’t ruin everything as she said, “Eighteen.”

The sound of a hoof hitting the tile brought her attention forward, and right into a bountiful amount of flesh that should have been trying to make her panic due to thinking she might suffocate. Instead, they were warm, and inviting, and she nuzzled forward into them. Love Tap ran her hair through the younger mare’s mane, hushing her. “I just wanted to know, and if you feel the need to touch, please, do what will make you the most comfortable.”

Cream’s heart almost skipped a beat at the offer, but when she went to touch, or suckle, it felt… wrong. She didn’t want to use these breasts. She just wanted them, to be able to stay there. They promised things she’d never had.

And, if she were honest with herself, would never have, even from this mare.

Love Tap frowned as she saw tears come to Cream’s eyes, and ran a hand along the back of Cream’s head. “What’s wrong, honey?”

The little nickname even hurt now as the tears began to openly stream from Cream’s eyes, and she looked up to face the goddess who had somehow found her. “I… I want this. I want… I want a family, a home, a-” She quieted as Love Tap put a finger on her lips.

“Would you like to come back to Ponyville with me and Button tomorrow?”

The words couldn’t be true. They had to be a trick. This wasn’t real.

“No strings attached, no need to do anything for me or him, just… I know he’ll be gone soon, and I would love to help a mare like you have a real life. How does that sound?”

It was a lie. She would be tied up, beaten, used, profited from-

“Please.”

Cream’s thoughts stopped at the word, and all the arguments and insecurities melted away as she snuggled into Love Tap’s bosom again, and whispered, “Yes.”

Love Tap wrapped her arms around the scared mare, and gently hushed her to sleep in the bathroom, happy to finally get the mare to stop trembling, and hoped she’d somehow get her to never need to shake again.

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