“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.