Cream Heart sipped a bit more of Misty Breeze's lovely chamomile mint tea, reveling in the chance to relax for just a little while. It was a truism that 'a mother's work is never done', but here at Misty's house, she could at least pretend for an hour or two that all of her motherly work was done. Opportunities like this were rare enough for a single mom – it wasn't often that a day off from work coincided with a day when Button was off at school, and she intended to make the best of it. And there was no better way to enjoy such a day than with one of her closest friends.

Misty set her own cup down on the coffee table, then flopped back against the couch. “I just don't know, Cream. I tried introducing him to Sweetie Belle yesterday. You know her – Cookie Crumbles' little filly. And even though she flirted shamelessly with him ... just nothing. I swear, ever since his brother got that acceptance letter, Rumble's been obsessed. Unless it's wrapped in a Wonderbolts uniform, nothing can hold that colt's attention for more than a second or two.”

“Well...” Cream giggled a bit to herself at the thought. “You could always introduce him to Rainbow Dash. She's a Wonderbolt.”

“I've tried!” Misty held her hooves over her face. “He came back home gushing for hours about all the new flying tricks he'd learned, and not the slightest sign that he wanted anything more from her than an autograph.”

Cream shook her head slowly. “I know what you mean. Good luck getting Button interested in anything that doesn't have a screen and a joystick.” She turned and gave Misty a long-suffering look. “Do you think perhaps they're gay?”

Misty snorted. “Hardly! Do you remember a couple weeks ago, when you sent Button over?”

With a slight nod, Cream sighed. That Saturday had been tough for her. After a long, long week at work, she'd come home to find Button particularly demanding and hyped-up about some new game or other that the store was sold out of. As much as she loved her little boy, she just couldn't take it at that time, and she'd sent him off 'to play with Rumble' for a while.

“Well, I have to tell you the truth – as it turned out, I'd bitten of more than I could chew. I couldn't handle two rambunctious colts doing their best to destroy the house as I tried to clean it, so I thought I'd try something new.” She picked up her tea again, though she didn't drink any of it. “I dropped the both of them off to play with Pipsqueak and Featherweight.”

“Those two?” Cream gaped at her friend. Pipsqueak and Featherweight were quite gay and notorious for being all over one another at the slightest opportunity. “And did they...?”

Misty shook her head. “Not even a little bit. I even started them off with a game of truth or dare.”

“And...?”

“Rumble came home only ten minutes later, and all I could get out of him was that he never wanted to play truth or dare again.”

“Ah,” Cream said. “I suppose that explains why Button came home so early. Still, that's a good sign, isn't it? As nice as it would be to see them happy, we certainly wouldn't be getting any grandbabies if our boys ended up being little colt-cuddlers.”

Misty sniggered. “Still... They've both had their cutie marks for a while now, and it's springtime. Shouldn't they be showing at least a little interest in fillies by now? Thunderlane was begging for chances for 'playtime' with any young mares he could find by the time he was this age.”

“At least you have Thunderlane.” Cream sighed. “It's not like I want it tomorrow or anything, but at this rate, I'll never get grandchildren.”

“What your Button needs is for some nice mare to really just throw herself at him. Once he finds out how fun it is, I'm sure he'll be all over the fillies.”

Cream snorted. “And who would do that? The fillies aren't exactly lining up for a chance at the weird video game kid and his propeller hat.”

“I know what you mean.” Misty laughed under her breath. “I've managed to get a few interested in Rumble, but as soon as they see his bigger, older, Wonderbolt brother...” She sighed. “What mare is going to see the two of them and pick the runt of the litter? And it's not like I can separate them for very long. Rumble follows his big brother everywhere.”

For a long moment, the two of them just sat there and drank their tea, each lost in their own thoughts. Cream silently went through a list of all the mares and fillies she knew, checking them off one by one as she found reasons why they'd never be interested in Button, much less come onto him strongly enough to distract him from the nearest screen. But way down at the end of the list, there was one mare who... No, that couldn't possibly work, could it? She looked over at Misty, taking in the sight of the familiar mare with new eyes. Her light blue mane was striking against her dark grey coat, and while she was certainly no little filly, she still retained plenty of feminine charms.

“Say,” Cream mused out loud, “are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

Misty turned her head and raised an eyebrow at the look she saw in Cream's eyes. “Probably not. I'm not thinking anything half that devious.”

Cream grinned at her. “We could do it ourselves!”

Misty immediately stood up, almost spilling her tea. “Cream! That's ... that's... No! Just no! How could you even think of doing something like that with your own—”

“No, no not with our own!” Cream was quick to clarify. “With each other's colts...”

That stopped Misty in mid-huff. She froze and blinked while the idea worked its way through her head.

“I go introduce Rumble to the charms of a good mare,” Cream prompted.

“... And I spend some quality time with Button.” Misty's mind was obviously racing, her eyes darting back and forth slightly as she thought it through in her head, no doubt searching for any reason it just couldn't be done. And she must have come up with nothing, because she eventually mumbled out, “That... It might actually work...”

“We'd have to set up some kind of play-date and then find an excuse to separate them,” Cream said, her own mind beginning to race with the logistics of actually making this happen. The tea in her hooves grew cold, ignored and forgotten as she began piecing parts of an elaborate plan together.

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