Siblings.

Feeling 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.