Finding Better Pleasure

It was 3:04 AM, and Button was glaring death at his TV screen.

Stupid frat party. Stupid jocks! Stupid Sweetie Belle staying back there when - A digital shout of 'grenade' was the only warning he had before an erosion on the screen turned his digital avatar into pony paste.

When they threw my stupid ass out on my stupid flank.

He looked down at the controller in his hands. He'd come straight home and logged in with barely a thought. Just stewing in his bad mood and fragging anybody who crossed his sights.

And, once everyone on the server had realized he was on tilt like that, getting fragged four or five times for every one he took down.

He was just about to get back to the grind when he heard a car door slam outside. He dropped the controller and ran over to the window, seeing Sweetie Belle waving to a pickup truck as it disappeared into the distance.

Button opened the front door just as she reached it, and wrapped Sweetie into a big hug.

"I'm sorry I'm such a jerk!" He said into her pink and purple mane. "I'm sorry I'm such a loser, please don't hate me for it!"

Sweetie was stiff for a moment, but then she hugged him back, sighing and shaking her head.

"Of course I don't hate you, you big dork," she slurred, still clearly more than a little drunk. "Imma go to bed, 'kay?" She asked him, pushing back to use him as a support while she closed the door with her magic.

"Yeah, ok- did you take a shower?" He asked her, cooking his head as he smelled a distinctly more masculine shampoo than either of them used.

"Uh huh!" She giggled, wobbling past him with an exaggerated sway in her hips. "Shome himbo threw up on me, so Blaze took me home to get a shower an' wash my… my clothes." Her phone chimed, and Sweetie swayed on her feet while she fished it out of her jeans pocket.

"Whoop!" She laughed, losing her balance and falling onto the couch as she successfully retrieved her phone.

"Careful!" Button yelped, Rushing forward to make sure she was okay.

"'M'fine, jusht drunk," she giggled, batting him away. "Y'd think I was made of glash!" She kept giggling, rubbing her thighs together as she unlocked her phone and read the text she got.

"Blaze wanted to make sure I didn't pass out on the lawn." Sweetie rolled her eyes dramatically… and then kept rolling her head, her mane draped down to the floor while she typed out a reply.

"She wans ta do another coll… a guesht… a music thingy wife me next weekend. Zat okay?"

Button laughed and shook his head, picking Sweetie up with a grunt to carry her to bed, staggering himself now with the added weight.

"Sure… whatever… y'want… babe!"

Sweetie smiled smugly to herself, looking at the picture Blaze had sent her, of a topless Sweetie Belle wearing a necklace of tied-off condoms following the fuck-a-thon that had really inspired her early morning shower.

Next weekend she texted back. 3way?

A moment passed before Button put Sweetie on the bed, her phone clutched to her chest secretively.

"You want me to come along?" Button asked her. Sweetie cooed, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips.

"S'sweet ta ask, but I know y'd be bored. You shtay here an have fun while I do music stuffs."

"You are going to be so hungover in the morning," Button yawned as he went out to get the lights and shut down the console.

Sweetie glanced at the phone again, and grinned at the picture of Rush's cock drooping down against his thigh with Blaze's note of 'if he's recovered!'

"Make me bweakfast tomorrow" Sweetie asked Button, pouting adorably as he came back in, stripping off his shirt.

"Sure thing, babe." Button climbed into bed with her, snuggling up behind her and nuzzling into her freshly-washed mane. "I love you. G'night."

"G'night," Sweetie murmured, typing out her last reply. "Love you too."

With that, she hit the 'send' button on her phone, hooking her phone to the charger as her message shot out onto the network.

I can't wait.