Whimsical Misadventures CYOA

"Well, that's anticlimactic."

On their nice, plump rump was the same cutie mark they'd had, though it was also adorned with each of their emblems rather than just one. Shrugging, they left the bakery, caramel twists in hoof.

"I wonder where Pinkie went?" The girls tapped their chin. "She always says something about plot and needing to fill holes." Another shrug, and they were off to find Sweetie's coltfriend, Button Mash. The box of baked goods bounced along her bountiful backside as Button's house came into view. The front door was still wide open as they had left it. The grown mare hummed as she walked inside. Button's mom popped her head out of the kitchen as she passed, her mouth falling open as she watches their backside.

"Are you his new tutor? I know Cheerilee said he needed help, but..." She wiped her head with a rag. "Just, don't let him get distracted. That's a big wagon your dragin', miss..."

"Sweet Crisp," They answered, turning their head with a little grin. "We didn't bring our wagon, though, sorry."

Button's mom shook her head, but motioned them up the stairs. Sweet Crisp bounced up the stairs, slamming Button's door open with gusto. "We're back!!"

Button sat flopped over in bed with his joy-boy, his brow furrowed. He didn't even glance up. "That's nice.

"B-but we brought snacks!" Sweet Crisp flapped her wings and landed atop Button, hooves on either side of his head.

Again, Button didn't flinch or flee. "Just put them on the table, Mom. I'm bussssy."

There are times in a mare's life where they must do something drastic. This is one of those times. What does she do?

Flip the mattress (Story, cuddles, kissing)
Channel Rarity. (Whining)
Sit on his face (Foalcon, sorta)