Finding Better Pleasure

Moments later, Button was on his way out of the frat, carried by one football player on either end. They carried him out to the porch, ignoring whatever he said on the way.

"Guys, come on, it's not like I did any harm, right? Didn't even spill your WOAH!"

As they reached the porch, the players started swinging him back and forth, building up a good toss towards the dumpster beside the porch.

"Put him down!" Sweetie shouted, Rushing out just in time to shriek as Button was flung off the porch and into the dumpster with a crash of bottles, boxes, cans, and the rest of the detritus of college move in and the first rager of the year.

"Happy?" Ten smirked. "He's down."

Sweetie glared at him, pushing through to try and reach Button's hand to help him up and out.

A pony followed them out and tapped Ten on the shoulder. His coat was a yellow-orange, covered with a white tank top and a black vest that matched his mane. Red fingerless gloves and sneakers finished the look, which Ten took in as he turned around.

"Hey, Rush, isn't it? What's up?"

'Rush' kept his expression even as he stared into Ten Hut's eyes.

"I don't have much use for bullies. Are you going to help him out of there and apologize, or is Coach going to have to answer questions about why his players are paying ten bucks a pop for bottles of clean piss every time a 'random' drug test comes up?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ten growled. "And he hit me first, everyone saw it."

"And everyone saw that he couldn't hurt you if he had a baseball bat. You throw a guy like that out, you don't throw him in with busted glass."

Button finished climbing out with some help from Sweetie and her magic, wincing as she pulled him over the porch railing, his hoodie torn in a few places, stinking of beer and whatever else hadn't quite been done when it got chucked in to serve as a makeshift landing pad.

"You, get out of here," Rush told Button. "Celestia, you don't even have being drunk for an excuse, do you?"

"He just has being an idiot," Sweetie cut him off, hurrying him down and to the edge of the property as the crowd laughed.

"Get yourself home and cleaned up, I can't believe you!" She hissed at him. "What were you even thinking?"

"I don't know, maybe that being on the football team doesn't give him the right to molest you?" Button protested, glaring back at the building. "Come on, let's go home."

"No, you are going home. I'll stay with Blaze tonight if I can't get a ride, I'll call to let you know if I do that."

"But Sweetie -"

Button stopped when olivine eyes glared into his.

"Button Mash, I am not going to let your temper ruin tonight! I had things under control, and you are lucky he isn't pressing charges! That was assault! A pathetic one, sure, but still an assault!"

"Thanks, you're making me feel so much better," he snorted.

"Because I'm not trying to make you feel better. I'm trying to make you see that you got off bucking easy just being thrown into the dump-" Sweetie turned as she heard a commotion from the porch. Whatever was going on, apparently Ten was taking the worst of it, doubled over like he'd taken a knee to the groin. Rush's red-gloved fist flew up in a clean uppercut, standing the quarterback up straight again, only for a left cross to spin him around and slumped over in the corner.

"So, Rear Guard is it? You wanna go next?"

The other athlete shook his head, helping Ten up and carrying him in to clear his head.

"Great, now I look like even more of a pussy," Button groaned. Sweetie bit her tongue, not wanting to pile it on.

"Just go home, honey. I'll call you when I know if I'm crashing with Blaze or not."

"Yeah, yeah," Button growled, stuffing his hands into his pockets and starting the hike back to the parking garage.

It seemed a lot colder now that Sweetie wasn't there with him.

As Button stalked off into the night, Sweetie sighed and went back up to the house where Blaze was waiting for her with a fresh drink.

"I got it out of the bowl myself, I know it's clean," she said as she passed the cup to Sweetie. "Except for the ninety or so different vodkas, gins, and rums they poured into it before the juice, anyway."

"How'd they pull that off?" Sweetie snorted, taking a sip and shaking her head at the potency of it.

"College lush tip - clearance mini-bottles are a cheap way to get variety," Blaze laughed. "Or to make a godawful fruit punch that's mostly good for being red and getting you hammered like a fucking nail."

"Yeah, that's what I'd call this," Sweetie agreed. After that I probably should get hammered. Try to forget how pathetic that was."

"I mean… he tried," Blazing Wind admitted. "Takes some guts to do that when you know you're going to lose. Not many brains, but guts. And you got to watch my colt lay the fucker out, that had to be something," she grinned.

"So are you two on again?" Sweetie took a slug of her drink, feeling the burn down her throat and the buzz starting to settle in.

"Not at the moment," Blaze shrugged. "Don't think he's seeing anybody, but he doesn't tell me everything."

A grin slowly spread across the purple pegasus' face as she caught on.

"Want me to go ask him?"

"I'm just going to go thank him for standing up for Button," Sweetie sighed. Blazing Wind giggled and leaned in close, whispering something to Sweetie that made her blush bright red.

Sweetie drained her glass, chugging it down so she could still talk herself out of being an idiot before it hit her.

She still got a refill on the way over though.

"Hey, Rush?" She asked, coming up behind the yellow stallion. She continued as he turned to face her, wanting to get the words out quickly. "Wanted to say thanks, for keeping them from doing anything worse to Button."

"No problem," he smiled. "Your coltfriend's an idiot, but Ten's an asshole. It kind of balanced out. Where's he at?" Rush asked, looking around and taking a drink.

"Home, if he has any sense," Sweetie sighed. "Which he doesn't, but it's where he wanted to spend the night anyway."

"Not with a gorgeous mare like you? You're right, he doesn't have any sense."

"Well… to be fair, I am the one who told him to go home tonight. Had to twist his arm, but he did come out with me. It's a pity too, I was kind of hoping to talk him into something."

Rush cocked his head a bit, curious where this was going.

"Button isn't exactly the most… adventurous guy," she explained. "So I was kind of thinking about finding somepony to ask about coming home with us tonight, see if a threesome might get him out of his shell. Not really going to work like that tonight." She laughed a little nervously, draining a good half of her glass.

"Think maybe I could talk you into our half of it?"

Rush's eyes widened and he glanced at her plastic cup of punch.

"How many of those have you had?"

"It's my second cup, but it was just on my way over." She stepped closer and leaned in.

"So you've got about a half-hour or so to make up your mind while I can still say 'yes.' I don't want you getting in trouble, but I want my nerves gone by showtime."

"And what about Button?"

"Wellll… he isn't here, is he?" Sweetie grinned, tapping a finger up Rush's pecs. "Plus… a little bird-pony tells me that you've already told her that you'd like to meet a couple friends of mine…."

She turned her hand around, tugging down the neckline of her own sweater and tilting her head playfully.

"Should we go and get you three introduced?"

Rush thought about it… for about a half-second, before draining his beer and nodding towards the stairs.

"Can't wait," he grinned.