Author's Note

Part 1 of 3.

More coming soon.

Sweet Treats. Part. 1. / Sweetie Belle X Button Mash / MLPFan9000 Request

“Thanks for the invite over Sweetie!” Button Mash chuckled as he trotted confidently into the young mare’s home, the setting silent and calm as both her parents were out on a date.

“I should be thanking you, Button! Nopony really wants to be my taste tester anymore, no idea why?” Sweetie lifted a tiny vanilla hoof over her muzzle giggling delicately, cantering with a swish in her tail into the kitchen.

“Free food!? Who could refuse that!” The tiny colt puffed his chest outward proudly, gazing around the living room spotting a family photo on the wall.

Smirking he noticed how cute Sweetie looked in her Hearth's Warming photo, smiling with the light of the sun while she wore a green sweater and adorkable pair of reindeer antlers.

“Aww, you're sweet as sugar!” Sweetie gave a bright pink blush as her tiny hooves plucked a squeezable frosting canister off the counter, slowly beginning to decorate chocolate cupcakes on the kitchen table.

“Well spending time with you, is also a huge plus.” Button sheepishly smiled rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Heehee, I'm just Sweetie Belle.” The tiny filly cooed as she glanced down to the plate of now rainbow colored cupcakes in satisfaction.

“That's more than enough.” Button had his own melted chocolate gaze locked on Sweetie, his heart racing in his chest wildly her beauty beyond words.

“What did you say?” Sweetie lifted the plate off the table in a playful glow of lime green magic, raising a thin brow over to the colt.

“Uh, I said! That cooking must be rough!” Button flashed a worried smile to his dream pony, trying to rush over to help her only to trip over his hooves and fall to the floor with a dull thud.

Sweetie giggled cheerfully as she lifted the largest cupcake of the bunch off the plate, elegantly floating the treat down to her friend with a squee.

“Looks delicious!” Button took hold of the treat overflowing with frosting, simply stuffing the whole thing in his mouth chewing happily.

“Awww, I made it with real rainbows!” Sweetie leaned down nuzzling her muzzle against Button’s cheek softly, just as the colt swallowed his mouthful blushing.

“Mmm, I can taste that!” Button felt his belly instantly starting to boil as if dunked in lava.

“Ponies say that artificial rainbows are just as good…” Sweetie turned away with a dainty flaunt of her hoof, Button flinging upward as his face turned a dark shade of crimson.

“Mm-hmm!” He quivered in place with wobbling hooves, his body turning to liquid fire as he felt that he might combust at any second.

“But I say nope! It's the real thing or nothing!” Sweetie gave a tiny hmph.

“Wish it was nothing...blarghhh!” Button whispered under his breath belching a large wave of flames into the open fireplace.

“Did you say something?” Sweetie turned to the colt beside the now lit fireplace glowing brightly.

Button could just nod no as his body was drenched in sweat, his eyes a bright red hue that showed only the look of true agony. The filly cantering over with a giggle, tracing her silken hoof over his own.

“How was it!?” She squealed.

“Fan...tas...tic…” Button spoke with a strained tone of voice as waves of drool poured out of the sides of his mouth, muzzle scrunched up beyond its limit in an odd look of horror.

“That's so nice!” Sweetie wrapped her hooves around the colt, squeezing him extra tight in an embrace he could only dream of.

“Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….” The loud sound of gas escaping suddenly filled the room.

“...” Sweetie pulled back blushing.

“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…” It continued with a foul stench of eggs wrapped in curled milk.

“...” Sweetie gagged softly, tiny hooves covering her muzzle.

“Rrrrrrrrr...rrrrrr...rrrrrrrrr…” Button could feel a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“...” Sweetie folded both ears down in absolute horror, her body aflame with the most nightmarish of scents assaulting her senses.

“Rrrrrrrrrt!” The sound came to a stop as Button sighed in a broken manner.

“Did you fart?” Sweetie fought to hold back her lunch from escaping.

“I might have done, something far worse.” Button winced in pain his rump burning as if he sat on freshly stoked coals.

“I need to go.” Sweetie slowly turned away heading out her front door in complete silence, Button taking a deep breath before he began to collect the shards of his dignity off the floor.

Among other things.