Siblings.by Fetish AccountChaptersA Bad MorningThe AdviceA Terrible NightA Bad Morning“WHAT THE HELL?!” Morning had only peaked its early minutes above the horizon and trouble already began brewing in a certain household. Wings were flared and eyes were peeled as a voluptuous figure rose from the blankets, her light emerald eyes fluttering open as slumber’s hold on her vanished. “Why so loud babe?” The sultry tired tone rolled off her tongue like water from a river, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her FF-cups were out for the entire world to bear witness too. The young Pegasus tensed up as he saw the mare emerge from the covers, his wings flaring harder with each flustered second. “Don’t say ‘why’, you’re in my bed starke naked. And who the hell are you calling ‘babe’?! I’m not your boyfriend.” He scooted backwards to make as much distance between him and the alabaster Unicorn, only to be halted by quite the solid interference. She rubbed her eyes, ridding herself of the Sandmare’s late night visit. “First of all, I have panties on.” And to demonstrate her point, she lifted the blankets off of her, showcasing that she indeed have panties on. “And two, because you’re still a kid. Overreacting like that.” She added, laying back under the covers. Scowling, the Pegasus hopped off the bed. “It’s not overreacting when you’re brother and his girlfriend decide to hop in bed with you.” He seethed, his wings lowering somewhat, but his attitude still as unamused. She rolled her eyes, scooting over to her still sleeping significant other. “We just needed to sleep here because we got a little too ‘frisky’ as you would say and need clean sheets.” She explained. He simply rolled his eyes, taking a sword and a towel. “You don’t need to tell me, I heard you guys all the way in the dead of night.” He began walking out of the room. She only smiled. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy our late night intrusion, I felt you using my boobs like pillows.”She teased him knowingly. Even if he desired to deny the accusation, the clear vibrant red that flushed throughout his already dark brown cheeks was evident that what she had accused him of was nothing but the truth. “Shut up.” He whispered under his breath, but before the admittedly one-sided conversation could go any further, he exited the room and slammed it hard. The sun had reached its zenith and everyone was at the dining table, enjoying a most enjoyable breakfast. “Thanks for the breakfast Mom, it’s really good.” Button Mash stallion thanked. Sweetie Belle nodded. “Yes, it really is easy on the stomach, thanks Ms. Mash.” She praised. The oldest one in the room blushed bashfully. “Oh it’s nothing to brag about.” She dismissed the praise. “I already told you, ‘Milano’ is fine.” She added. “You’ve been dating my son for 2 years now, formalities have been passed.” She said. The alabaster Unicorn nodded. “I’ll try to remember that.” She assures, as she lifts a mouthful of eggs before a thought came to mind. “Hey, anybody seen Hunter lately?” She questioned. Milano rolls her eyes. “You mean after that early morning fiasco you guys caused?” She asked, even if her tone was still motherly, one could detect the annoyance behind it. “If it was any other day, I would have helped myself to a 3 course meal.” She half-jested. Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but groan. “Oh c’mon, you can’t not tell me he was overreacting a bit.” She exasperated. “Like, he threw this tantrum just because we were in his bed.” She crossed her arms under her chest. Button was ready to retort when his mother beat him to the punch. “I mean, I’d understand if this were an isolated incident, but you’ve been doing this ever since he got here, it’s bound to get on anybody’s nerves.” She defended. “Although I do agree, he was overreacting just a tad.” She quickly added. Button Mash nods. “But in all seriousness, I heard him outside.” He answered Sweetie’s original inquiry. “He was pretty steamed about this morning and has been out there since 7 in the morning.” They all took a quick glance at the clock ticking above the oven, seeing that it displayed 8:35 AM. Sweetie cringed. “He’s been outside for at least an hour and a half. I almost feel bad about barging in his room like that.” But just as those words left her lips, the front door opened harshly to reveal a young Pegasus with a sword hanging over his shoulder. His entire body was matted with sweat, his hands blistered from holding his sword much too tightly. His breath labored and only grew stronger with each stride he made towards the dining table, the three ponies covering their noses in response to the wretched stench he radiated. “Oh honey, please, take a shower.” Milano had to stop herself from throwing up. “You smell like a Diamond Dog.” She waved the air around her nose in an attempt to get some fresh air. Button stood up immediately, opening the window in the dining room so that fresh air would waft in. “What did you do, swim in a swamp?” The question came off as serious and playful at the same time. Hunter merely scoffed, plucking a pancake from the stack, eating it without the syrup. “Like you have any room to complain, cumboy.” He shot, his voice hoarse from the strenuous workout he had endured. His older brother only scowled. “I thought I told you to stop calling me that.” He seethed. Hunter shrugged. “And what’re you going to do about it, cumboy?” The insult came more humorous this time, a smirk spreading through his face. Button clearly didn’t like that as he began approaching his brother menacingly. “You know, Sweetie could always go for a round two?” He motioned towards said unicorn, who rubbed her stomach in agreement. His approach was halted, however, as Hunter unsheathed his sword, the point barely touching Button’s throat. “And I can do with a punching bag.” He replied, the distance between the point of his blade and Button’s throat decreasing a very minuscule amount. But before anymore sibling banter could be exchanged, Milano cleared her throat, gaining the attention of her children. “Hunter, you know the rules, no unsheathed blades inside the house, especially at another family member.” Her tone carried every bit of a warning as it could. “And Button, you know better to instigate a fight like this, especially after invading his room.” She scolded her oldest son. “Now both of you make up before I nurse the both of you.” She threatened. The two brothers groaned but hugged each other, neither wanting to be on the end of their mother’s wrath. But words wouldn’t be parted as the two broke the hug, just venomous glares as Hunter grabbed a water bottle from the table and made his way upstairs to take a shower. As his footsteps faded away, the three all released a collective sigh… “Damn, I didn’t think that’d work.” Milano sighed, wiping her brow. Button sat back down on his chair and resumed eating breakfast. “I know, that look in his eyes, I thought he really was going to slit my throat.” He said. Sweetie Belle only shrugged. “You guys definitely have some problems to iron out.” She said. Button nodded in agreement as breakfast continued. Author's Note Yes, Button and Sweetie are in a relationship and I will be using Milano as Button's Mother. The AdviceHunter evacuated the comforts of his home to escape the ever so rising problem, to take a stroll through Ponyville to clear his mind of any unsavory thoughts and come back with a more sound consciousness. But his attempts to purge his mind of those negative ideals only forced them to come fluttering back in mountain sized flocks, invading every corner of his mind. He eventually began to seek refuge from the population of the town and venture into the park. His efforts, however, were thwarted since today was Saturday, and Hearts and Hooves Day was fast approaching, all hallmarks of a swarming sea of couples expressing their undying love for each other. Just the sight of a joyous couple was enough to send him into a near murderous rage. His fury was rising to unprecedented levels, eventually forcing him to relegate himself to a more secluded and “creepy” part of the park. It was here that he finally let loose. “GOOD FUCKING GOD!!!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, punching a tree hard enough that the leaves fell. “Just fucking great!” He said at a much lower tone than prior, but still loud enough for others in the immediate vicinity to hear. Hunter continued his unadulterated assault on the tree, shouting and growling incoherent and unclear sentences. Expressing his unhinged fury in the most uncalled and uncouth manner one could witness. He didn't stop assaulting the tree even when blood began to slip through his gloves and painted the tree and grass around him. However, his righteous indignation was halted soon as the authoritative hand was placed on his shoulder. “So, you're the source of all this ruckus.” The commanding and looking female voice said. Hunter took a glance behind him and was surprised to see a police officer was the source of his assault ending shortly. “Is there a problem officer?” He asked, giving her his full attention. The officer cleared her throat and straightened her aviator sunglasses. “Just here on a noise complaint.” She explained, eyeing the tree behind the colt, raising her eyebrow causing Hunter to turn to it and immediately pale as he saw the hole he had forged. “You wouldn't mind explaining this to me, would you?” It was phrased as a question, but the underlying tone snaking its way into her voice let it be known that she wasn't going to take silence for an answer. The Pegasus sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I would say, but it's pretty long and brevity isn't one of my strong suits, I don't want to take up all your time.” He confessed. The officer shook her head. “Just got off duty, got all the time in the world.” She said, pointing to the police car not too far from where they were stationed. “If it really is a long story, I'm more than willing to give you a ride.” She offered. Hunter nodded. “Sure, if it isn't too much trouble.” He agreed. With a nod, the mare led the Pegsasus to her vehicle and drove off. (10 minutes later) “...And that's why I was beating that tree to death.” Hunter finally concluded the tail of his morning, ending it by crossing his arms over his chest. The officer, whose name was Straight Shot, sighed, removing her glasses from her face. “You weren't kidding when you said brevity isn't your strong point.” She jokes, laughing briefly. “But on a serious note, I can see that your problem with your brother and his girlfriend boils down to one thing: lack of communication.” She stated. Hunter was adequately perplexed. “Lack of communication?” He repeated, asking for elaboration without explicitly saying so. Straight nodded. “To explain my point better, I want to tell you about my own family relationship problems: mainly, my younger brother Bean Bar.” She started. “To make a long story short, my younger sister, Jade Note, got a boyfriend and they bullied Bean relentlessly. The only difference between his situation and your situation is that instead of occasionally slipping under your covers at night, Jade and her boyfriend straight up invaded Bean’s room.” She said. “I'm talking about full on fucking in his room, covering his sheets and shit in cum without lifting a finger to clean it up. The thing is, they did it because they knew it was pissing him off.” She said. Her tale captivated Hunter’s attention. “And what happened?” He inquired. She laughed, albeit briefly and solemnly. “He started sleeping everywhere but his own room, eventually couldn't take it anymore and pulled a disappearing act that’d make Hoofdini jealous.” She explained, a heavy regret in her voice. “As a police officer of 4 decades, I’ve seen many cases where people just up and leave their entire life behind. And while finding these people may be hard, there are clues they may have sprinkled throughout their life leading to their disappearance. But not Bean…” She trailed off, wiping a stray tear streaming down her face. “When we found out, we tried everything in the book but there was absolutely nothing we could use as a lead. He deleted all of his social media accounts, bought a new phone and made a new number-one no one knew about-and just up and left without a trace.” She barely held back a silent sob. “The thing is, he left in broad daylight, it was the last day of school and he was going to the graduation party at his high school. No one had the time to attend as he wasn't liked so he used that opportunity to skip town, and probably the country too.” She said. Hunter, although not having experienced the same pain she had however long this event happened, could still grasp an understanding of the feeling she was exhibiting. “How did your family cope?” He questioned. She takes a deep breath before responding. “We all grieved, even my sister, as even if she was doing it to deliberately piss Bean off, she never thought it'd be the cause of him leading. Of course, I theorized that it wasn't just that that caused his leaving.” She explained. “That didn't stop me from beating her everyday though.” That sentence caused Hunter’s eyes to open wide as she balls her fist. “I knew that she wasn't solely at fault, I was too for not putting my foot down harder, even if I don't think that would've done much, but at the time I was going through a lot of bullshit and needed an outlet to release all that anger.” She sighed. “Although, we did eventually find him, even if it was by pure coincidence because one of his classmates was dicking around with their phone dialing random numbers. It was a miracle that they dialed Bean’s and a bigger miracle that their phone automatically saves the number.” She quickly added, putting her sunglasses back on. The Pegasus nodded, remaining silent for a good minute or two, giving the officer some time to let her feelings simmer down. “So, how does this come down to a lack of communication?” He questioned. She shrugged, turning off the ignition on the car and opening the door. “I'll explain over a cup of coffee and something sweet to eat.” She offered. Nodding as the prospect of being treated to a meal and being given some advice on how to handle his current conundrum, Hunter exited the police car along with Straight and entered the cafe they stopped by. Once the two were led to their seats and adequately served, conversation bloomed once more. “Wow, I’ve seen this cafe a lot but never knew they had all these kinds of baked goods.” He examined the foreign Japaneighse lemon cake in front of him. Straight nodded. “While the selection of goods aren't as plentiful as SugarCube Corner, they more than make up for it in a variety of national and foreign goods they have.” She explained. “Everything from the farthest north to recreating ancient Europonian cultures, if you want to try some exotic coffee, tea, or baked goods, then this is the place to be.” She added. The teen nodded, taking a sip from the tea he had ordered, immediately becoming intrigued by it. “I’ll have to show Mother Calypso this, she’ll love it.” He commented. The officer cocked an eyebrow before shaking her head. “But back to business.” She said, garnering the Pegasus’s undivided focus. “One thing that I need to clear up is that when communicating with your brother and his partner, you can't be vague or too angry when doing it, otherwise they’ll be less inclined to comply with your demands.” She started. “You have to be concise, to the point, and one thing you have to remember is that not every relationship is going to be perfect and compromises will be made, from the families, friends, and of course the partners themselves.” She said. “Compromise?” He repeated again, requesting elaboration. “Well for example: the friends of the partners will have to learn that their friend has a significant other which they will spend a lot of time with. And on the flip side, the partners have to understand that their loved ones can't spend every breathing moment with them since they do have friends and family.” She began. “Communication is vital when discussing spending time, especially at the beginning stages of a relationship so that the friends will be assured that they won't be left behind just because their friend wants to have sexy fun times, and on the partner can be assured that they can spend time with their friends without their partner being too clingy or obsessive.” She explained. Taking a sip of his tea once more, Hunter mulled over what she said for a moment. “So, what do I do about my brother and his girlfriend?” He inquired. Straight shrugged. “Well, first you want to ease them into the conversation, I thought come in screaming like a banshee, they’ll feel more inclined to respond in that manner, and when you have people tearing each other's throats out, the likelihood of a peaceful, or even favorable, compromise being reached is practically impossible.” She informed. “I don't know the exact state of your family, but just take things slow and easy and it should start to turn around for you.” She advised. Hunter contemplated on the advice she had just given him before nodding, subsequently thanking her for helping him. After the cafe, the two companions decided to spend some time together until Straight had to drop Hunter off at his home. A Terrible NightFeeling Sweetie Belle’s slimy insides envelop his legs up to his knees, Hunter’s efforts to escape this conundrum multiplied tenfold. He planted his hands firmly on the alabaster Unicorn’s knees to pull his body out, only to have his palms roughly grasped by Button Mash as he pulled him off. “First you guys fuck on my bed then you want to stuff me in your pussy!” Hunter shouted, wildly swinging his head, displeased with what was happening just because he walked into his room this increasingly terrible weekend. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He cursed. Button rolled his eyes, placing one hand on his head and pushing him farther into Sweetie Belle’s snatch, resulting in Hunter’s entire lower body being submerged in the Unicorn's insides. “Oh puh-lease, don't you think you're overreacting?” He asked mockingly. “Stop struggling and this'll be over soon enough.” He demanded. However, Hunter was consumed by rage and by this point could only see red. In retaliation and anger, the cream Pegasus lunges at Button’s hand and managed to catch his older brother’s thumb. Button was adequately confused by this strange retaliation, preparing to open his mouth to ask what in the wide world of Equestria Hunter was doing. But, instead of a coherent sentence emerging, an unholy shriek of pain permeated the room, a result of his brother biting down on his thumb hard. Sweetie Belle, startled by the unpredicted holler of agony, sat up abruptly to see her boyfriend’s hand bleeding from the vicious bite, which seemed to get deeper and harder with each passing second. “Oh come the hell on!” She exasperated, reaching to grab the teen’s mouth with her hands and pry it off Button’s thumb. “I'm just trying to have some sexyfun time and you want to ruin it.” She sighed. Hunter released Button from his death bite to respond. “Well, have you ever thought that I want to sleep in my goddamn bed without a bitch and fucker using it?!” He cursed. The Unicorn rolled her eyes, pushing her increasingly upset impromptu snatch meal down her pussy. “Please Hunter, I really need this.” She pleaded, placing his hands to his side so that they would go along with his waist. “Just cooperate and I promise I’ll try to stop barging in your room at night.” She bargained. Her prey wasn’t satisfied. “Bull-fucking-shit.” He said through gritted teeth, his tone lowering dramatically, but still carrying the furiously upset tone it had throughout the night. “You’ve been saying that for the past 2 months and NEVER delivered!” He said. “You keep making these promises to leave me alone, but each time you get a chance to redeem yourself, you blow it.” His tone began to dip and tears began to form in his eyes as he is enveloped up to his chest in Sweetie’s body, it was at his point his legs up to his knees was resting in her womb. “It's like you get my hopes up just to benefit you and only you.” He sighed, hanging his head in defeat, knowing that he wasn't escaping his current situation. Sweetie Belle sighed, feeling her boyfriends adopted brother relax in his struggles. “Go get that looked at, make sure he ain't break anything.” She told Button who nodded wordlessly, heeding her advice and leaving. “I'm sorry Hunter, I really am, it's just that you walked in at the wrong time.” She apologized. Hunter’s scowl intensified. “I'm not going to accept an apology from you for something you did on purpose.” He denies her apology, now up to his neck. The singer rolled her eyes. “I’ll let you out at 4 in the morning or something, how does that sound?” She proposed, earning a dissatisfied grunt from her prey. She opened her mouth to say something, only to moan instead as she feels his head slip into her pussy, soon joining the rest of his body in her womb which barely bulged with the inclusion of her latest catch. She wanted to say something, but knew that Hunter wasn't going to listen or accept anything she said. So, with a yawn, she retreated under his blankets and soon fell asleep. (4 hours later) Sweetie Belle sighed in ecstasy as she pushes the last of Hunter out, his form slouching in the bathtub, covered in head to toe in mare juice. “Man, you're so much harder to push out than to suck in.” She winced, feeling he insides return to their natural positions. “You seriously couldn't wait till morning to get out?” She questioned. Hunter got up wordlessly, putting on the clothes that Sweetie Belle was nice enough to gather along with his sword. “I was forced to service you, letting me out when I want is the very bare minimum you can do for me.” He replied, leaving the bathroom and slamming the door before she had time to respond. Curious as to where Hunter could go at this time of day, Sweetie followed him out of the bathroom and downstairs just in time to see him dawn his boots and open the front door. “And where do you think you're going?” She inquired, leaning on the wall, crossing her arms under her chest. Hunter doesn't even turn to face her. “I'm going on a walk.” He answered. Sweetie Belle nodded. “Be careful.” She replied. Hunter merely grunts, exiting the house and closing the door. (2 Hours Later) “ARRRGH!” Hunter shouted at the top of his lungs, cutting down a random tree. The large plant fell down with a haunting dream followed by a deafening crash, just another in the many trees he had cut down in his rage. He surveyed the chaos he had caused, his shoulders slumped and shuddering from the cold air combined with the mare juice soaking his fur. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath he took. His arms and hands ache with an incredible aching. All a result from 2 hours of non stop training. And he had more than just chopped trees to show for his extensive exercise; grass flattened beyond repair, trees that remained uprooted were littered with various cuts and slashes, and many bloomed flowers were cut their roots. Hunter raised his sword to cut down yet another tree before he dropped to his knees, dropping his blade. His body was experiencing the fatigue of being awake since early yesterday morning, he refused to sleep in Sweetie’s womb, and non stop strenuous exercise was catching up to him. He gritted his teen, opting to punch the tree instead, causing a loud thud and a fist sized whole to form. “Why me?!” His voice barely above a hoarse whisper, having been deprived of moisture for quite a while, but his tone carried 10 times the venom it did this morning. “Why can't they just fuck off with somebody else? What about my stuff that they feel the need to continuously invade my privacy?!” His voice raised quite a bit, only for him to severely regret it as it caused an unbearable scratchy sensation in his throat. Tears freely flowed from his face, as sobs choked him of any words. He was beyond upset, Button and Sweetie had crossed the line by not only using his bed for when their sheets are drenched in the filthiness of sex, but they freely used his bed to have sex knowing that he wouldn't like it. And not only that, but then they have the audacity to push him up Sweetie pussy and act like he's the villain, then try to cover it up with an utmost dishonest promise and insincere apology. What did they take him for?! An idiot?!?!? His sadness would soon dissipate and promptly replaced with tiredness before he blacked out from fatigue. Little did he know, storm clouds began to loom over Ponyville and rain soon after he had slipped into slumber. But his burnout was much too strong for the rain to wake him up. (Meanwhile) Fluttershy was never fond of traversing Ponyville at night. It wasn't due to her fear of the darkness, she overcame it quite a while ago, and didn't stem from a fear of being attacked since she was a particularly large mare and could adequately protect herself due to her years of intense training under her mother of all ponies. It was nothing more than a preference. So when one of her many feathered companions informed her of a colt causing general chaos, she was less than enthused to look for this unidentified pony. However, her natural kindness coupled with the knowledge that the Weather Team was scheduling a storm around this time was just enough to compel her to entertain the little birdie’s concern. Little did she know, Hummingway was not lying nor did he misinterpret what he witnessed, as once she made it to her designated destination, she was surprised to see that a teenaged Pegasus colt, who was drenched in rain because of the storm, was lying in the middle of a clearing. Surrounding him was a sight to behold as trees were either cut or badly damaged, grass and flowers were no longer rooted, and in the tree in front of the downed teen, there was a 4 inch deep hole the size of his fist. After overcoming the initial shock of seeing such carnage, Fluttershy approached the sleeping Pegasus to observe. Thankfully, his current slumber seemed to be the result of overworking himself silly, and nothing else, which was a relief for the butter yellow Pegasus since she wouldn't have to interrupt the hospital to see if anything was wrong with him. Fortunately, her cottage was not too far from here and she had brought an umbrella. With a shrug, Fluttershy picked the colt up and hoisted it in one hand while the other held the umbrella, and she promptly turned to her cottage. No doubt, wanting answers from the blacked out colt.
A Bad Morning“WHAT THE HELL?!” Morning had only peaked its early minutes above the horizon and trouble already began brewing in a certain household. Wings were flared and eyes were peeled as a voluptuous figure rose from the blankets, her light emerald eyes fluttering open as slumber’s hold on her vanished. “Why so loud babe?” The sultry tired tone rolled off her tongue like water from a river, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her FF-cups were out for the entire world to bear witness too. The young Pegasus tensed up as he saw the mare emerge from the covers, his wings flaring harder with each flustered second. “Don’t say ‘why’, you’re in my bed starke naked. And who the hell are you calling ‘babe’?! I’m not your boyfriend.” He scooted backwards to make as much distance between him and the alabaster Unicorn, only to be halted by quite the solid interference. She rubbed her eyes, ridding herself of the Sandmare’s late night visit. “First of all, I have panties on.” And to demonstrate her point, she lifted the blankets off of her, showcasing that she indeed have panties on. “And two, because you’re still a kid. Overreacting like that.” She added, laying back under the covers. Scowling, the Pegasus hopped off the bed. “It’s not overreacting when you’re brother and his girlfriend decide to hop in bed with you.” He seethed, his wings lowering somewhat, but his attitude still as unamused. She rolled her eyes, scooting over to her still sleeping significant other. “We just needed to sleep here because we got a little too ‘frisky’ as you would say and need clean sheets.” She explained. He simply rolled his eyes, taking a sword and a towel. “You don’t need to tell me, I heard you guys all the way in the dead of night.” He began walking out of the room. She only smiled. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy our late night intrusion, I felt you using my boobs like pillows.”She teased him knowingly. Even if he desired to deny the accusation, the clear vibrant red that flushed throughout his already dark brown cheeks was evident that what she had accused him of was nothing but the truth. “Shut up.” He whispered under his breath, but before the admittedly one-sided conversation could go any further, he exited the room and slammed it hard. The sun had reached its zenith and everyone was at the dining table, enjoying a most enjoyable breakfast. “Thanks for the breakfast Mom, it’s really good.” Button Mash stallion thanked. Sweetie Belle nodded. “Yes, it really is easy on the stomach, thanks Ms. Mash.” She praised. The oldest one in the room blushed bashfully. “Oh it’s nothing to brag about.” She dismissed the praise. “I already told you, ‘Milano’ is fine.” She added. “You’ve been dating my son for 2 years now, formalities have been passed.” She said. The alabaster Unicorn nodded. “I’ll try to remember that.” She assures, as she lifts a mouthful of eggs before a thought came to mind. “Hey, anybody seen Hunter lately?” She questioned. Milano rolls her eyes. “You mean after that early morning fiasco you guys caused?” She asked, even if her tone was still motherly, one could detect the annoyance behind it. “If it was any other day, I would have helped myself to a 3 course meal.” She half-jested. Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but groan. “Oh c’mon, you can’t not tell me he was overreacting a bit.” She exasperated. “Like, he threw this tantrum just because we were in his bed.” She crossed her arms under her chest. Button was ready to retort when his mother beat him to the punch. “I mean, I’d understand if this were an isolated incident, but you’ve been doing this ever since he got here, it’s bound to get on anybody’s nerves.” She defended. “Although I do agree, he was overreacting just a tad.” She quickly added. Button Mash nods. “But in all seriousness, I heard him outside.” He answered Sweetie’s original inquiry. “He was pretty steamed about this morning and has been out there since 7 in the morning.” They all took a quick glance at the clock ticking above the oven, seeing that it displayed 8:35 AM. Sweetie cringed. “He’s been outside for at least an hour and a half. I almost feel bad about barging in his room like that.” But just as those words left her lips, the front door opened harshly to reveal a young Pegasus with a sword hanging over his shoulder. His entire body was matted with sweat, his hands blistered from holding his sword much too tightly. His breath labored and only grew stronger with each stride he made towards the dining table, the three ponies covering their noses in response to the wretched stench he radiated. “Oh honey, please, take a shower.” Milano had to stop herself from throwing up. “You smell like a Diamond Dog.” She waved the air around her nose in an attempt to get some fresh air. Button stood up immediately, opening the window in the dining room so that fresh air would waft in. “What did you do, swim in a swamp?” The question came off as serious and playful at the same time. Hunter merely scoffed, plucking a pancake from the stack, eating it without the syrup. “Like you have any room to complain, cumboy.” He shot, his voice hoarse from the strenuous workout he had endured. His older brother only scowled. “I thought I told you to stop calling me that.” He seethed. Hunter shrugged. “And what’re you going to do about it, cumboy?” The insult came more humorous this time, a smirk spreading through his face. Button clearly didn’t like that as he began approaching his brother menacingly. “You know, Sweetie could always go for a round two?” He motioned towards said unicorn, who rubbed her stomach in agreement. His approach was halted, however, as Hunter unsheathed his sword, the point barely touching Button’s throat. “And I can do with a punching bag.” He replied, the distance between the point of his blade and Button’s throat decreasing a very minuscule amount. But before anymore sibling banter could be exchanged, Milano cleared her throat, gaining the attention of her children. “Hunter, you know the rules, no unsheathed blades inside the house, especially at another family member.” Her tone carried every bit of a warning as it could. “And Button, you know better to instigate a fight like this, especially after invading his room.” She scolded her oldest son. “Now both of you make up before I nurse the both of you.” She threatened. The two brothers groaned but hugged each other, neither wanting to be on the end of their mother’s wrath. But words wouldn’t be parted as the two broke the hug, just venomous glares as Hunter grabbed a water bottle from the table and made his way upstairs to take a shower. As his footsteps faded away, the three all released a collective sigh… “Damn, I didn’t think that’d work.” Milano sighed, wiping her brow. Button sat back down on his chair and resumed eating breakfast. “I know, that look in his eyes, I thought he really was going to slit my throat.” He said. Sweetie Belle only shrugged. “You guys definitely have some problems to iron out.” She said. Button nodded in agreement as breakfast continued. Author's Note Yes, Button and Sweetie are in a relationship and I will be using Milano as Button's Mother.
The AdviceHunter evacuated the comforts of his home to escape the ever so rising problem, to take a stroll through Ponyville to clear his mind of any unsavory thoughts and come back with a more sound consciousness. But his attempts to purge his mind of those negative ideals only forced them to come fluttering back in mountain sized flocks, invading every corner of his mind. He eventually began to seek refuge from the population of the town and venture into the park. His efforts, however, were thwarted since today was Saturday, and Hearts and Hooves Day was fast approaching, all hallmarks of a swarming sea of couples expressing their undying love for each other. Just the sight of a joyous couple was enough to send him into a near murderous rage. His fury was rising to unprecedented levels, eventually forcing him to relegate himself to a more secluded and “creepy” part of the park. It was here that he finally let loose. “GOOD FUCKING GOD!!!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, punching a tree hard enough that the leaves fell. “Just fucking great!” He said at a much lower tone than prior, but still loud enough for others in the immediate vicinity to hear. Hunter continued his unadulterated assault on the tree, shouting and growling incoherent and unclear sentences. Expressing his unhinged fury in the most uncalled and uncouth manner one could witness. He didn't stop assaulting the tree even when blood began to slip through his gloves and painted the tree and grass around him. However, his righteous indignation was halted soon as the authoritative hand was placed on his shoulder. “So, you're the source of all this ruckus.” The commanding and looking female voice said. Hunter took a glance behind him and was surprised to see a police officer was the source of his assault ending shortly. “Is there a problem officer?” He asked, giving her his full attention. The officer cleared her throat and straightened her aviator sunglasses. “Just here on a noise complaint.” She explained, eyeing the tree behind the colt, raising her eyebrow causing Hunter to turn to it and immediately pale as he saw the hole he had forged. “You wouldn't mind explaining this to me, would you?” It was phrased as a question, but the underlying tone snaking its way into her voice let it be known that she wasn't going to take silence for an answer. The Pegasus sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I would say, but it's pretty long and brevity isn't one of my strong suits, I don't want to take up all your time.” He confessed. The officer shook her head. “Just got off duty, got all the time in the world.” She said, pointing to the police car not too far from where they were stationed. “If it really is a long story, I'm more than willing to give you a ride.” She offered. Hunter nodded. “Sure, if it isn't too much trouble.” He agreed. With a nod, the mare led the Pegsasus to her vehicle and drove off. (10 minutes later) “...And that's why I was beating that tree to death.” Hunter finally concluded the tail of his morning, ending it by crossing his arms over his chest. The officer, whose name was Straight Shot, sighed, removing her glasses from her face. “You weren't kidding when you said brevity isn't your strong point.” She jokes, laughing briefly. “But on a serious note, I can see that your problem with your brother and his girlfriend boils down to one thing: lack of communication.” She stated. Hunter was adequately perplexed. “Lack of communication?” He repeated, asking for elaboration without explicitly saying so. Straight nodded. “To explain my point better, I want to tell you about my own family relationship problems: mainly, my younger brother Bean Bar.” She started. “To make a long story short, my younger sister, Jade Note, got a boyfriend and they bullied Bean relentlessly. The only difference between his situation and your situation is that instead of occasionally slipping under your covers at night, Jade and her boyfriend straight up invaded Bean’s room.” She said. “I'm talking about full on fucking in his room, covering his sheets and shit in cum without lifting a finger to clean it up. The thing is, they did it because they knew it was pissing him off.” She said. Her tale captivated Hunter’s attention. “And what happened?” He inquired. She laughed, albeit briefly and solemnly. “He started sleeping everywhere but his own room, eventually couldn't take it anymore and pulled a disappearing act that’d make Hoofdini jealous.” She explained, a heavy regret in her voice. “As a police officer of 4 decades, I’ve seen many cases where people just up and leave their entire life behind. And while finding these people may be hard, there are clues they may have sprinkled throughout their life leading to their disappearance. But not Bean…” She trailed off, wiping a stray tear streaming down her face. “When we found out, we tried everything in the book but there was absolutely nothing we could use as a lead. He deleted all of his social media accounts, bought a new phone and made a new number-one no one knew about-and just up and left without a trace.” She barely held back a silent sob. “The thing is, he left in broad daylight, it was the last day of school and he was going to the graduation party at his high school. No one had the time to attend as he wasn't liked so he used that opportunity to skip town, and probably the country too.” She said. Hunter, although not having experienced the same pain she had however long this event happened, could still grasp an understanding of the feeling she was exhibiting. “How did your family cope?” He questioned. She takes a deep breath before responding. “We all grieved, even my sister, as even if she was doing it to deliberately piss Bean off, she never thought it'd be the cause of him leading. Of course, I theorized that it wasn't just that that caused his leaving.” She explained. “That didn't stop me from beating her everyday though.” That sentence caused Hunter’s eyes to open wide as she balls her fist. “I knew that she wasn't solely at fault, I was too for not putting my foot down harder, even if I don't think that would've done much, but at the time I was going through a lot of bullshit and needed an outlet to release all that anger.” She sighed. “Although, we did eventually find him, even if it was by pure coincidence because one of his classmates was dicking around with their phone dialing random numbers. It was a miracle that they dialed Bean’s and a bigger miracle that their phone automatically saves the number.” She quickly added, putting her sunglasses back on. The Pegasus nodded, remaining silent for a good minute or two, giving the officer some time to let her feelings simmer down. “So, how does this come down to a lack of communication?” He questioned. She shrugged, turning off the ignition on the car and opening the door. “I'll explain over a cup of coffee and something sweet to eat.” She offered. Nodding as the prospect of being treated to a meal and being given some advice on how to handle his current conundrum, Hunter exited the police car along with Straight and entered the cafe they stopped by. Once the two were led to their seats and adequately served, conversation bloomed once more. “Wow, I’ve seen this cafe a lot but never knew they had all these kinds of baked goods.” He examined the foreign Japaneighse lemon cake in front of him. Straight nodded. “While the selection of goods aren't as plentiful as SugarCube Corner, they more than make up for it in a variety of national and foreign goods they have.” She explained. “Everything from the farthest north to recreating ancient Europonian cultures, if you want to try some exotic coffee, tea, or baked goods, then this is the place to be.” She added. The teen nodded, taking a sip from the tea he had ordered, immediately becoming intrigued by it. “I’ll have to show Mother Calypso this, she’ll love it.” He commented. The officer cocked an eyebrow before shaking her head. “But back to business.” She said, garnering the Pegasus’s undivided focus. “One thing that I need to clear up is that when communicating with your brother and his partner, you can't be vague or too angry when doing it, otherwise they’ll be less inclined to comply with your demands.” She started. “You have to be concise, to the point, and one thing you have to remember is that not every relationship is going to be perfect and compromises will be made, from the families, friends, and of course the partners themselves.” She said. “Compromise?” He repeated again, requesting elaboration. “Well for example: the friends of the partners will have to learn that their friend has a significant other which they will spend a lot of time with. And on the flip side, the partners have to understand that their loved ones can't spend every breathing moment with them since they do have friends and family.” She began. “Communication is vital when discussing spending time, especially at the beginning stages of a relationship so that the friends will be assured that they won't be left behind just because their friend wants to have sexy fun times, and on the partner can be assured that they can spend time with their friends without their partner being too clingy or obsessive.” She explained. Taking a sip of his tea once more, Hunter mulled over what she said for a moment. “So, what do I do about my brother and his girlfriend?” He inquired. Straight shrugged. “Well, first you want to ease them into the conversation, I thought come in screaming like a banshee, they’ll feel more inclined to respond in that manner, and when you have people tearing each other's throats out, the likelihood of a peaceful, or even favorable, compromise being reached is practically impossible.” She informed. “I don't know the exact state of your family, but just take things slow and easy and it should start to turn around for you.” She advised. Hunter contemplated on the advice she had just given him before nodding, subsequently thanking her for helping him. After the cafe, the two companions decided to spend some time together until Straight had to drop Hunter off at his home.
A Terrible NightFeeling Sweetie Belle’s slimy insides envelop his legs up to his knees, Hunter’s efforts to escape this conundrum multiplied tenfold. He planted his hands firmly on the alabaster Unicorn’s knees to pull his body out, only to have his palms roughly grasped by Button Mash as he pulled him off. “First you guys fuck on my bed then you want to stuff me in your pussy!” Hunter shouted, wildly swinging his head, displeased with what was happening just because he walked into his room this increasingly terrible weekend. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He cursed. Button rolled his eyes, placing one hand on his head and pushing him farther into Sweetie Belle’s snatch, resulting in Hunter’s entire lower body being submerged in the Unicorn's insides. “Oh puh-lease, don't you think you're overreacting?” He asked mockingly. “Stop struggling and this'll be over soon enough.” He demanded. However, Hunter was consumed by rage and by this point could only see red. In retaliation and anger, the cream Pegasus lunges at Button’s hand and managed to catch his older brother’s thumb. Button was adequately confused by this strange retaliation, preparing to open his mouth to ask what in the wide world of Equestria Hunter was doing. But, instead of a coherent sentence emerging, an unholy shriek of pain permeated the room, a result of his brother biting down on his thumb hard. Sweetie Belle, startled by the unpredicted holler of agony, sat up abruptly to see her boyfriend’s hand bleeding from the vicious bite, which seemed to get deeper and harder with each passing second. “Oh come the hell on!” She exasperated, reaching to grab the teen’s mouth with her hands and pry it off Button’s thumb. “I'm just trying to have some sexyfun time and you want to ruin it.” She sighed. Hunter released Button from his death bite to respond. “Well, have you ever thought that I want to sleep in my goddamn bed without a bitch and fucker using it?!” He cursed. The Unicorn rolled her eyes, pushing her increasingly upset impromptu snatch meal down her pussy. “Please Hunter, I really need this.” She pleaded, placing his hands to his side so that they would go along with his waist. “Just cooperate and I promise I’ll try to stop barging in your room at night.” She bargained. Her prey wasn’t satisfied. “Bull-fucking-shit.” He said through gritted teeth, his tone lowering dramatically, but still carrying the furiously upset tone it had throughout the night. “You’ve been saying that for the past 2 months and NEVER delivered!” He said. “You keep making these promises to leave me alone, but each time you get a chance to redeem yourself, you blow it.” His tone began to dip and tears began to form in his eyes as he is enveloped up to his chest in Sweetie’s body, it was at his point his legs up to his knees was resting in her womb. “It's like you get my hopes up just to benefit you and only you.” He sighed, hanging his head in defeat, knowing that he wasn't escaping his current situation. Sweetie Belle sighed, feeling her boyfriends adopted brother relax in his struggles. “Go get that looked at, make sure he ain't break anything.” She told Button who nodded wordlessly, heeding her advice and leaving. “I'm sorry Hunter, I really am, it's just that you walked in at the wrong time.” She apologized. Hunter’s scowl intensified. “I'm not going to accept an apology from you for something you did on purpose.” He denies her apology, now up to his neck. The singer rolled her eyes. “I’ll let you out at 4 in the morning or something, how does that sound?” She proposed, earning a dissatisfied grunt from her prey. She opened her mouth to say something, only to moan instead as she feels his head slip into her pussy, soon joining the rest of his body in her womb which barely bulged with the inclusion of her latest catch. She wanted to say something, but knew that Hunter wasn't going to listen or accept anything she said. So, with a yawn, she retreated under his blankets and soon fell asleep. (4 hours later) Sweetie Belle sighed in ecstasy as she pushes the last of Hunter out, his form slouching in the bathtub, covered in head to toe in mare juice. “Man, you're so much harder to push out than to suck in.” She winced, feeling he insides return to their natural positions. “You seriously couldn't wait till morning to get out?” She questioned. Hunter got up wordlessly, putting on the clothes that Sweetie Belle was nice enough to gather along with his sword. “I was forced to service you, letting me out when I want is the very bare minimum you can do for me.” He replied, leaving the bathroom and slamming the door before she had time to respond. Curious as to where Hunter could go at this time of day, Sweetie followed him out of the bathroom and downstairs just in time to see him dawn his boots and open the front door. “And where do you think you're going?” She inquired, leaning on the wall, crossing her arms under her chest. Hunter doesn't even turn to face her. “I'm going on a walk.” He answered. Sweetie Belle nodded. “Be careful.” She replied. Hunter merely grunts, exiting the house and closing the door. (2 Hours Later) “ARRRGH!” Hunter shouted at the top of his lungs, cutting down a random tree. The large plant fell down with a haunting dream followed by a deafening crash, just another in the many trees he had cut down in his rage. He surveyed the chaos he had caused, his shoulders slumped and shuddering from the cold air combined with the mare juice soaking his fur. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath he took. His arms and hands ache with an incredible aching. All a result from 2 hours of non stop training. And he had more than just chopped trees to show for his extensive exercise; grass flattened beyond repair, trees that remained uprooted were littered with various cuts and slashes, and many bloomed flowers were cut their roots. Hunter raised his sword to cut down yet another tree before he dropped to his knees, dropping his blade. His body was experiencing the fatigue of being awake since early yesterday morning, he refused to sleep in Sweetie’s womb, and non stop strenuous exercise was catching up to him. He gritted his teen, opting to punch the tree instead, causing a loud thud and a fist sized whole to form. “Why me?!” His voice barely above a hoarse whisper, having been deprived of moisture for quite a while, but his tone carried 10 times the venom it did this morning. “Why can't they just fuck off with somebody else? What about my stuff that they feel the need to continuously invade my privacy?!” His voice raised quite a bit, only for him to severely regret it as it caused an unbearable scratchy sensation in his throat. Tears freely flowed from his face, as sobs choked him of any words. He was beyond upset, Button and Sweetie had crossed the line by not only using his bed for when their sheets are drenched in the filthiness of sex, but they freely used his bed to have sex knowing that he wouldn't like it. And not only that, but then they have the audacity to push him up Sweetie pussy and act like he's the villain, then try to cover it up with an utmost dishonest promise and insincere apology. What did they take him for?! An idiot?!?!? His sadness would soon dissipate and promptly replaced with tiredness before he blacked out from fatigue. Little did he know, storm clouds began to loom over Ponyville and rain soon after he had slipped into slumber. But his burnout was much too strong for the rain to wake him up. (Meanwhile) Fluttershy was never fond of traversing Ponyville at night. It wasn't due to her fear of the darkness, she overcame it quite a while ago, and didn't stem from a fear of being attacked since she was a particularly large mare and could adequately protect herself due to her years of intense training under her mother of all ponies. It was nothing more than a preference. So when one of her many feathered companions informed her of a colt causing general chaos, she was less than enthused to look for this unidentified pony. However, her natural kindness coupled with the knowledge that the Weather Team was scheduling a storm around this time was just enough to compel her to entertain the little birdie’s concern. Little did she know, Hummingway was not lying nor did he misinterpret what he witnessed, as once she made it to her designated destination, she was surprised to see that a teenaged Pegasus colt, who was drenched in rain because of the storm, was lying in the middle of a clearing. Surrounding him was a sight to behold as trees were either cut or badly damaged, grass and flowers were no longer rooted, and in the tree in front of the downed teen, there was a 4 inch deep hole the size of his fist. After overcoming the initial shock of seeing such carnage, Fluttershy approached the sleeping Pegasus to observe. Thankfully, his current slumber seemed to be the result of overworking himself silly, and nothing else, which was a relief for the butter yellow Pegasus since she wouldn't have to interrupt the hospital to see if anything was wrong with him. Fortunately, her cottage was not too far from here and she had brought an umbrella. With a shrug, Fluttershy picked the colt up and hoisted it in one hand while the other held the umbrella, and she promptly turned to her cottage. No doubt, wanting answers from the blacked out colt.
