Sweetie Belle Would Never Cheat on Button Mash...

Chapters

...Unless He Cheated First
Chapter 2 - Revenge Party
Chapter 3 - Married Stallions Hit It Better

...Unless He Cheated First

Button Mash trotted up to the entrance of Carousel Boutique, his hooves clacking lightly against the cobblestone. The crisp air and autumn leaves rustled around him, but he barely noticed, his thoughts full of Sweetie Belle's smile. He clutched a small bouquet of daisies in his teeth, the flowers bobbing with his nervous breaths. Today, he wanted to show her how much he appreciated her. Nothing too big, just a nice little surprise.

He hesitated at the doorstep, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. Sweetie Belle always had a way of making him feel... fluttery. But just as he lifted a hoof to knock, the door swung open, revealing Rarity. She stood framed in the doorway, the light behind her casting a halo around her perfectly styled mane. A smile curved her lips, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Instead, those blue eyes gleamed with something sharper, something that made Button’s ears flatten against his head.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Button Mash,” Rarity purred, leaning against the doorframe in a way that made her silhouette all the more striking. The loose shawl she wore clung to her sides, hinting at the curves beneath. “You’re here for Sweetie Belle, aren’t you?” Her tone was light, but there was an edge to it that made Button's tail twitch.

“Y-yeah, I, uh, wanted to give her these,” he mumbled, holding up the daisies. His cheeks flushed as Rarity’s eyes drifted over him, lingering on his youthful frame. He knew he wasn’t much - just a skinny colt barely grown into a stallion - but the way she looked at him, like she was sizing him up, made him feel small in a different way.

Rarity’s smile widened, but her gaze remained intense, almost predatory. She reached out with a hoof, her touch brushing lightly against his cheek as she took the flowers from him. “How thoughtful of you, darling,” she murmured, her voice lowering. Her hoof lingered, sliding down his jawline with a slow, teasing stroke. Button shivered, unsure why his legs suddenly felt like jelly. “Sweetie Belle’s out at the moment, running a few errands for me. But why don’t you come inside? I wouldn’t dream of leaving you out here in the cold.”

Before he could stammer out a reply, her magic wrapped around his hoof, tugging him gently but insistently into the boutique’s dimly lit interior. The door closed behind them with a soft click, sealing them inside together. Button swallowed hard, glancing around the room, searching for some sign of Sweetie Belle. But instead, he was met with the intimate, heady scent of perfume and the warmth of Rarity’s body so close beside him.

She guided him towards a plush chaise lounge, her shoulder brushing his as they walked. Her every move seemed to have a calculated grace, each step designed to keep him off balance, unsure. Button’s ears burned under her gaze, and he tried to focus on anything else - the intricate designs of the boutique, the colorful fabrics - but all he could think about was how Rarity’s hoof lingered against his shoulder, the way her breath warmed the back of his neck.

“Now, Button,” she said softly, her lips so close to his ear that he could feel them brush his fur, “you don’t need to be so nervous. I can keep you company until Sweetie returns.” Her hoof traced idle patterns over his chest, each touch leaving a trail of warmth. Button’s mind spun, half of him wanting to jump up and bolt for the door, the other half rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by Rarity’s presence.

He stammered out, “I-I really should wait for her, I mean, she’s expecting me and-” but Rarity cut him off with a low, throaty chuckle, her hoof sliding up to rest just under his chin, tilting his face towards hers.

“Oh, darling,” she breathed, her eyes gleaming with a hungry glint. “Do you really think Sweetie would mind if I borrowed you for just a little while?”

Button shifted uneasily on his hooves, his ears twitching as he struggled to find the right words. He rubbed at the back of his neck, managing a shaky smile. “I-I guess if it’s something I can do to help, then it’s probably okay, right? I mean, if it helps you, it helps Sweetie too, doesn’t it?” His voice came out higher than he meant, cracking with nervous energy. Rarity’s smile widened at that, her expression becoming even more cat-like.

“That’s a very thoughtful perspective, Button,” she cooed, her tone dripping with a kind of sweetness that made his heart stutter in his chest. Her eyes, though, were anything but sweet—bright and sharp, a predator’s gaze fixed on easy prey. “And I’m sure Sweetie would appreciate you being so helpful.”

Her magic lit up, casting a soft, shimmery glow over the room as she levitated a pair of sleek, dark purple leggings from a nearby mannequin. She turned her head, giving him a coy look over her shoulder, letting the fabric ripple enticingly in her magical grasp. “You know, Button, I’ve been working on a new design, and I’d love your feedback. Why don’t you tell me how these look?”

Button blinked, confused by the shift in conversation, but before he could respond, Rarity began slipping into the leggings. He watched, wide-eyed, as she drew them up her hind legs, the snug fabric stretching over her toned limbs. The leggings stopped high on her thighs, just shy of covering her flanks, leaving the curve of her hips and the subtle dip between them teasingly exposed. They clung to her inner thighs in a way that made his cheeks burn, accentuating the smooth lines of her legs as she adjusted them with a deliberate little shimmy.

Rarity caught his reaction, the way his eyes darted up and down, trying to take in the sight without being obvious about it. She smiled knowingly, turning to give him a better view, letting the light play over the way the fabric hugged her form. “Oh, my, you seem rather flustered,” she teased, her voice soft but edged with a smugness that sent a chill through him. “Is it the leggings, dear? Or... something else?” She took a step closer, the tips of their hooves nearly brushing as she closed the distance between them.

Button’s mouth went dry, his mind a mess of confusion. He forced himself to look away, though his eyes kept slipping back to the way those leggings framed her, how they seemed to draw his gaze right to the softness of her thighs. “They look... nice?” he stammered, his voice cracking as he struggled to keep his thoughts straight. “I-I mean, if you think Sweetie Belle would like them, then they must be great!” He managed a nervous laugh, shifting on his hooves as if that might help him regain some semblance of control.

Rarity’s chuckle rolled out, low and rich, like she was savoring the sound of his uncertainty. She took another step closer, her flank brushing his side, letting him feel the smooth material of the leggings against his fur. Her muzzle dipped down to his ear, her breath warm against the sensitive skin. “You’re such an innocent little thing, Button,” she whispered, her voice wrapping around him like a velvet glove. “So eager to please, so inexperienced...”

Button’s ears flattened against his head, and he found himself struggling for words. “I-I just want to do a good job,” he managed, barely above a whisper. “For Sweetie... and for you too, Rarity.” He swallowed hard, feeling like he was caught in some strange current, unable to swim free from it.

Rarity’s smile turned almost triumphant, her eyes dancing with mischief. “You’re too kind, dear,” she murmured, her hoof sliding under his chin, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet her gaze. “But right now, you don’t need to worry about Sweetie. Why don’t you just relax... and let me take care of you?”

Her magic trailed over his chest, a delicate touch that made him shiver. Button’s mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts—some distant part of him telling him to step back, but the rest of him caught up in the softness of her voice, the way her body pressed lightly against his. Rarity’s smile widened as she felt him tremble, his uncertainty only fueling her amusement.

“Let me show you just how generous I can be,” she whispered, her voice like honey, thick and sweet, though her eyes glinted with a sharper intent. Her magic played along the line of his jaw, each teasing stroke making his breath hitch, leaving him more disoriented, more uncertain of what he should do.
Rarity’s grin widened as she watched Button Mash shift uncomfortably on his hooves, his gaze darting from her, to the floor, and back again, as if trying to find something safe to focus on. The way his blush crept deeper across his face made her heart flutter with a thrill, knowing he was so wrapped up in uncertainty and that she held all the control. Her magic traced down his chest in a light, teasing stroke, drawing a shiver from him that made her smile all the more wicked.

“Poor, dear Button. You look so tense,” she purred, her voice a low murmur as she began to circle him. Her tail flicked under his chin, brushing his jawline in a slow, caressing motion. She leaned in, letting her side press up against his, the warmth of her body radiating through the snug leggings she wore. The fabric clung to her legs, stopping just shy of her flanks, highlighting the soft curves of her thighs in a way that drew the eye. “You’ve never been this close to a mare like this before, have you?”

Button tried to respond, tried to keep his voice steady, but his thoughts were tangled, and he felt like he could barely breathe with her so close. He swallowed hard, managing to croak out, “W-well, Sweetie and I... we’ve been waiting. We want to wait until we’re both ready for... for that kind of commitment.” His cheeks flushed even redder as he spoke, his ears pinning back. “She’s really important to me, Rarity. I-I don’t want to rush anything with her.”

Rarity’s eyes gleamed with a sharper edge as she listened, a smirk curling at the corners of her lips. She could hear the sincerity in his voice, the earnestness of his feelings for Sweetie Belle, and it only made her desire to break down his resolve all the stronger. Her smirk turned predatory, and she moved closer, letting her breath warm the sensitive fur around his ear. “How sweet, Button,” she whispered, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But you know, darling, sometimes a little push is all it takes to realize what you really want.”

She pressed against him, her side brushing his chest, feeling how his body tensed under her touch. Button’s breath hitched, and he felt his mind race, trying to make sense of the situation, trying to reconcile his feelings for Sweetie with the overwhelming presence of Rarity. She was so close, her scent enveloping him, the softness of her fur brushing against his own.

“I-I really think I should—” he started, but Rarity cut him off with a low, silken laugh, her magic wrapping around his muzzle, guiding his head back toward her, forcing him to look into her eyes. Her expression held no trace of the warmth she usually showed. Instead, her smile was sharp, almost hungry.

“Oh, Button,” she sighed, drawing the words out like a cat toying with a mouse. “You think Sweetie will mind if I borrow you for just a little while? Just enough for you to feel what it’s like, hmm?” Her magic continued its delicate dance along his neck, teasing at his fur, making him shiver as it slid down toward his chest.

Button’s thoughts tangled even more, the conflicting emotions tearing at him. He knew he shouldn’t be here, that this was wrong, but the sensation of Rarity’s touch, the way she leaned into him, made it impossible to pull away. He couldn’t help the way his eyes kept slipping over the bare curve of her flanks, exposed beneath the edge of those tight leggings.

Rarity’s smirk widened, seeing how his resolve faltered, and she pressed her advantage, nudging herself back against him, feeling his breath grow uneven. “It’s all right, darling,” she murmured, her voice low and coaxing, but with a dark undercurrent. “Just let go of those silly ideas, hmm? Sweetie doesn’t have to know... and I promise, you’ll enjoy it.”

She shifted her weight, letting the curve of her body brush against him, feeling the way he trembled with every inch closer she moved. Her magic tugged gently at his shoulders, pulling him down against her, guiding him into position, his forehooves bracing against her sides. Button’s body moved almost on instinct, his mind overwhelmed by the sensation of her warmth and the softness of her fur beneath his.

“See, darling? Just relax...” Rarity’s voice became a husky whisper, curling around him, her magic pressing him just enough to keep him from pulling away. “Let me show you how much easier it can be when you stop worrying so much about what’s right and wrong... and just give in.”

Button Mash’s mind spun with a whirlwind of confusion and desire as he hovered above Rarity, her warm body pressed against his, her magic urging him closer with each passing second. Every word she whispered in his ear, every soft, teasing brush of her touch muddled the boundary between right and wrong until all he could feel was the electric pull of his own instincts. He tried to fight it, tried to remind himself of Sweetie Belle, of their promises to each other, but Rarity’s presence made those thoughts feel distant, almost unreal.

Rarity’s smirk widened as she felt him hesitate, felt that last thread of resistance holding him back. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, her words slipping into his mind like a poison. “You know, Button,” she purred, her voice low and dripping with a dangerous sweetness, “Sweetie deserves a stallion who knows what he’s doing when the time comes, don’t you think? Someone with... experience.” Her magic wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, keeping him from pulling back.

Button’s ears flattened, a pained expression crossing his face. “N-no, Sweetie wants to wait... I can’t—” His protest was cut short as Rarity’s magic flared, a shimmering force that gripped his hips with an unyielding strength, dragging him against her until his chest pressed flush against her back. He gasped, his legs trembling, trying to pull away, but the grip of her magic was like iron, holding him firmly in place.

“Oh, but you can, darling,” Rarity whispered, her tone turning mocking, almost cruel as she felt him struggle. “And you will.” She gave a little shift of her hips beneath him, aligning him perfectly against her entrance, her magic coiling around him in a vice-like grip that left him no room to resist. Then, with a final, firm pull, she forced him forward, making him thrust inside her.

Button’s breath caught, a choked sound escaping his lips as he was suddenly enveloped in a heat and softness he’d never imagined. His mind blanked out for a moment, a surge of pleasure crashing through him, making him lose track of everything but the overwhelming sensation. He tried to fight it, tried to pull back, but Rarity’s magic held him fast, drawing him deeper into her warmth. His body twitched, every nerve alight, and he couldn’t stop the shuddering moan that slipped past his lips.

“Oh, yes, that’s it,” Rarity purred, her satisfaction evident in the way her voice quivered with pleasure. Her magic maintained its unyielding grip, guiding his hips in a slow, grinding motion, forcing him to thrust even when he tried to hold himself back. “Doesn’t that feel so much better? Just let yourself go, darling...”

Button’s thoughts were a mess, tangled with the echoes of her words and the shame that gnawed at the edges of his mind. Sweetie Belle’s face flashed in his thoughts, her shy smile, the way she’d looked at him with trust in her eyes. She’d wanted to wait, to take things slow, and what he was doing now twisted like a knife in his chest. But Rarity’s magic kept him moving, each forced thrust sending another wave of unwanted pleasure coursing through him, weakening his resolve bit by bit.

As the rhythm of their bodies built, his instincts began to take over, his own movements growing less hesitant, more urgent, despite the voice in his head screaming that it was wrong. His hooves gripped her sides, the smooth fabric of the leggings sliding beneath his touch as he braced himself against her. He tried to focus on that voice, to remember what he was doing, but Rarity’s moans filled the air around him, drowning out his guilt with each breathy sound.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a desperate thought tried to claw its way through the haze - I shouldn’t be doing this. I need to stop.

But Rarity’s magic gave him another firm tug, pulling him deeper, making his mind blank out with the intensity of it all. His body responded on its own, thrusting harder, faster, driven by a primal urge he couldn’t control.

Rarity arched beneath him, a breathless laugh escaping her as she felt his final resistance give way. “Yes, just like that, darling... You’re learning so quickly,” she whispered, her words a dark, velvet caress. She tightened her hold on him, forcing him to drive into her with every ounce of strength he had left, until the line between his own desire and her manipulations blurred beyond recognition.

Button squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners as he tried to shut out the guilt that twisted inside him, but his body refused to listen. Each thrust sent another jolt of conflicted heat through him, the pleasure and shame tangling together in a dizzying rush that left him gasping for breath, trapped between the wrongness of it all and the raw, physical need that kept him moving.

* * *

Sweetie Belle hummed softly as she trotted up to the front door of Carousel Boutique, a skip in her step. Her errands had gone faster than expected, and she couldn’t wait to surprise Button with the extra time they’d have together. She imagined the way his face would light up when he saw her, how they might settle in close, talking and sharing quiet moments until Rarity came back. Maybe today, she’d even find the courage to tell him how much he meant to her.

But as she pushed open the door, Sweetie’s cheerful tune faltered, her smile dropping away in an instant. Her eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the scene before her.

There, in the dim light of the boutique, Button Mash was mounted on Rarity, his chest pressed against her back, his expression a mix of confusion and something raw, almost desperate. Rarity’s magic still glowed faintly around her horn, her lips curved in a satisfied smirk as she shifted beneath him, as if savoring the feeling of him inside her. Her gaze flicked lazily towards the doorway as Sweetie entered, but she made no move to separate herself from Button’s trembling form.

Sweetie Belle froze, her heart clenching painfully in her chest. It felt like she’d walked into a nightmare, something twisted and wrong, too surreal to be real. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a strangled, choked sound. Finally, she managed to find her voice, and it was sharper, more broken than she’d ever heard it before. “Button... what are you doing?”

Button’s entire body jerked at the sound, as if he’d been struck. He turned his head, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and guilt as he looked at Sweetie standing in the doorway. Her face was pale, her expression a mask of horror, and he could see the way her eyes shone with a painful, dawning realization. He scrambled back off of Rarity, nearly tripping over his own hooves as he tried to separate himself from her, but the act was clumsy, and it only made the reality of what had happened all the more undeniable.

Rarity gave a low, humorless chuckle, a sound that sent a chill down Sweetie’s spine. She adjusted herself casually on the floor, stretching as if she’d merely finished some tiresome task. Her magic flared briefly, smoothing her mane back into place, before she turned her cold, assessing gaze to Sweetie Belle. “Well, if it isn’t my darling little sister,” she drawled, her tone sharp and detached. “You really should have let me know you’d be back so soon. I might have... waited.”

Sweetie Belle’s legs felt like they might give out beneath her as she stared at the two of them, the proof of what they’d done staining the inside of her mind like a terrible, indelible mark. Her eyes fell to the slick, milky-white release that dripped from Rarity, trailing down her thighs and marring the expensive fabric of the plush rug beneath them. The sight made her stomach twist with nausea and betrayal, but she couldn’t look away.

“How... how could you, Button?” she whispered, her voice cracking as she met his gaze, seeing the bewildered horror in his eyes. He looked dazed, as if he still couldn’t fully grasp what he’d just done, his breaths coming in short, panicked bursts. But that only made it worse. He’d done this—let this happen—and now he stood there, unable to explain, unable to make it right.

Button took a stumbling step towards her, his voice a frantic, desperate babble. “Sweetie, I didn’t—please, I... I didn’t mean—” He tried to reach out a hoof, but his words crumbled in his mouth, his mind still reeling from the sensations that lingered on his skin, the memory of Rarity’s warmth. Everything he wanted to say tangled together, hopelessly twisted up in the fog of his own confusion and regret.

Sweetie Belle flinched away from him, her breath coming in shuddering gasps. The way he looked at her—like he couldn’t understand what he’d done—made the pain twist deeper inside her, sharp as broken glass. She turned her gaze to Rarity, her expression crumpling with hurt and fury. “Why? Why would you—?”

Rarity only shrugged, a cold, dismissive smile tugging at her lips. “Oh, Sweetie, don’t be so dramatic. It’s not like you were using him, after all.” Her tone was light, almost playful, but her eyes gleamed with a cruel amusement that cut deeper than any shout could have. “Consider it a... loan. One I’m sure he enjoyed.”

Sweetie’s eyes filled with tears, her chest heaving as she tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to break through. She spun on her hooves, galloping out of the boutique, the door slamming shut behind her with a resounding crack. The sound echoed through the boutique, leaving a painful silence in its wake.

Button’s heart shattered as he watched her go, the weight of what he’d done crashing down on him all at once. He sank to the floor, his legs too weak to hold him up, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure and the cold, gnawing horror that followed. He stared at the door where she’d disappeared, the image of her tear-filled eyes seared into his mind, knowing that he might have just destroyed everything they had. And he couldn’t even make sense of why he’d let it happen in the first place.

* * *

Button stood in the center of Carousel Boutique, staring at the empty doorway, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. His chest tightened with every heave, the weight of guilt crushing him from the inside out. He wanted to run after Sweetie Belle, to somehow explain, to make her understand what he barely understood himself. But his legs felt leaden, his mind a chaotic swirl of regret and shame. Tears burned hot in his eyes, the ache in his heart spreading like a cold emptiness through him.

Rarity let out an irritated sigh, the sound cutting through the silence, pulling his attention back to her. She shifted casually, using a flick of her magic to smooth down her disheveled mane, her expression betraying only mild annoyance, like she was dealing with some minor inconvenience. Her gaze slid lazily to Button, a smirk pulling at her lips. “Oh, don’t look so dramatic, Button,” she said, her tone light, almost dismissive. “It’s not the end of the world. But... it does look like she’s broken up with you, hasn’t she?”

Button blinked, her words slicing through the haze of his thoughts. He turned to face her, a wild mix of disbelief, hurt, and confusion still swirling in his mind. He could barely process what she was saying.

Rarity took a step closer, her smirk widening as she let her tail trail beneath his chin, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous, hungry light. “Now that she’s gone, there’s really no reason to be so upset, is there?” she purred, her voice dropping back into that sultry murmur that had wrapped around him before.

She pressed herself against his side, her warm breath brushing against his ear as she whispered to him. “Come on, Button... why don’t you come over here, darling? Mount me again... I promise it’ll be even better the second time.” Her magic stroked along his back, a light, enticing caress that made his muscles tense despite himself.

Button’s mind reeled at her suggestion, and he recoiled instinctively, shame and disgust flashing through him. “I-I shouldn’t... I should go after her, I should...”

His words trailed off, his voice shaking as he tried to hang onto the threads of his crumbling resolve. But another part of him - a darker, more confused part - wavered, remembering the raw, physical rush of before, the way Rarity had made him feel, how she’d coaxed him past his resistance and made him forget himself.

Rarity’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as she saw the turmoil play out in his face. She brushed her muzzle against his cheek, her voice turning soft, coaxing. “Oh, Button, really, you’re just overthinking this. Sweetie... well, she’s young, isn’t she? She’ll get over it. And you? You deserve to enjoy yourself, don’t you? I’m giving you what you wanted, what you needed.” Her tone softened, turning almost tender. “She’d never have understood that. She wasn’t ready for you.”

Button’s breath hitched, her words slipping past his defenses, twisting his thoughts. He glanced back at the door, the image of Sweetie Belle’s devastated expression still burning in his mind, but it blurred beneath the pressure of Rarity’s touch, her magic gently turning his face back towards her, keeping him from pulling away. She arched her back, giving him that slow, inviting smile, her body pressing against him in a way that made his pulse quicken despite himself.

“Come now, Button. Don’t make me beg...” she whispered, her voice a low, dangerous murmur that sent a shiver down his spine. Her magic curled tighter, guiding him closer, whispering promises of comfort, of warmth, of release.

Button hesitated, but that small voice in the back of his mind - the one that told him this was wrong, that he needed to stop - faded beneath the weight of everything he was feeling. The guilt, the confusion, the desire that still simmered low in his chest - it all tangled together into a twisted, desperate mess. Rarity’s magic urged him forward, telling him that there was no point in holding back now. Sweetie had seen the worst of him, and what was left to lose?

With a shaky breath, he let his body fall into that dark current, pressing Rarity down beneath him once more. She let out a pleased hum, shifting beneath his weight, guiding him into place with a satisfied smile as he moved over her. He felt the familiar heat of her body as he pushed inside her again, a shuddering gasp escaping him even as a part of his mind screamed that this was a mistake, that he should stop.

Rarity’s voice was a low, encouraging purr, her words wrapping around him like velvet. “Yes, that’s right, darling... don’t hold back now. Just let go. It’s better when you stop fighting it, isn’t it?” She arched beneath him, each movement pulling him deeper into the tangled haze of lust and guilt.

* * *

But across town, Sweetie Belle’s hooves pounded against the cobblestone streets of Ponyville, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she ran. Tears streamed down her cheeks, blurring her vision, but she couldn’t bring herself to slow down. Her thoughts spun wildly, the image of Button and Rarity together searing itself into her mind with every step. It didn’t make sense - none of it did. How could he betray her like that? How could Rarity?

She skidded to a halt near the town square, her chest heaving as she tried to suck in air. She pressed a hoof to her chest, trying to calm the frantic pounding of her heart. She wanted to scream, to rage, to make sense of the whirlwind of pain tearing her apart from the inside out. But as she stood there, panting, the icy chill of doubt crept in.

No, no, this can’t be what it looks like. Button wouldn’t do that... not like this. There has to be an explanation.

Swallowing down her sobs, she turned and began to retrace her steps, her legs shaking beneath her as she forced herself back towards the boutique. She told herself that she’d just misunderstood, that maybe she’d caught them in the middle of some strange misunderstanding. She wanted to believe that Button would have some desperate, but true, explanation waiting for her. That he’d tell her he was tricked, that he didn’t really want this.

But as she pushed open the door, hope clutched tightly in her chest, her heart shattered all over again at what she found.

Button was on top of Rarity, his body moving against hers, his face twisted with the same confused mix of desperation and surrender she’d seen before. Rarity’s horn glowed with a faint light, her magic coiling around his body as she arched beneath him, a satisfied smirk on her lips. Sweetie froze, the blood draining from her face as she took in every horrible detail, every sound, every motion. Button’s hooves gripped Rarity’s sides, holding her close, each thrust sending a shuddering sigh spilling from his lips.

Rarity’s eyes flicked lazily toward the doorway, her smirk widening when she saw Sweetie standing there, her face twisted with rage and despair. “Oh, Sweetie Belle, how kind of you to join us again,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, mocking the younger mare’s pain. “But you’re interrupting, I’m afraid.”

Button scrambled back, nearly falling over himself as he pulled away, horror spreading across his features as he met Sweetie’s gaze. But the damage was done. Sweetie Belle’s face contorted with raw hurt and fury, her voice breaking into a shattered, anguished scream.

“I was going to hear you out, Button! I thought maybe - maybe this was some kind of mistake, that Rarity tricked you or something. But you’re... you’re fucking her again?”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her legs shaking as she took a step back, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. “Once is a mistake, but twice? Twice is you choosing this! CHEATER! You didn’t even care enough to try and make it right, did you?” Her voice cracked, every word cutting like a blade into Button’s chest. “Fuck you, Button! Fuck both of you!”

Button’s mouth opened, but no words came out, his mind blank with panic and crushing guilt. He took a step forward, reaching out a hoof, desperate to bridge the impossible distance between them, but Sweetie Belle turned on her heels and bolted, her sobs echoing through the empty streets of Ponyville as she fled into the night.

And Button could only stand there, frozen in place, staring at the empty doorway with his heart shattered into pieces, knowing he’d just lost the one pony who mattered most to him - and that he had no one to blame but himself.

* * *

He stood there, hoof outstretched, his whole body trembling as the full weight of what he’d done crashed down around him. The realization tore through him like a blade, leaving him hollow, his breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps. Sweetie Belle’s broken face was burned into his mind, the memory of her pain cutting deeper than anything he’d ever felt. He wanted to scream, to chase after her, to somehow undo what couldn’t be undone. But his legs refused to move, rooted to the spot in the cold aftermath of his choices.

Behind him, Rarity let out a soft, dismissive sigh, like she was merely disappointed in a delayed delivery rather than the ruin of his relationship. Button could hear the rustle of her shifting on the floor, the casual flick of magic as she adjusted her mane back into place. Her voice cut through the heavy silence like a sharpened edge, taunting and cruel. “Third time’s a charm, wouldn’t you say, Button?” Her words dripped with mockery, her smirk as cold and inviting as ever.

Button flinched, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn around, not yet. He stared at the door where Sweetie Belle had disappeared, the weight of his own betrayal pressing down on his shoulders. But as the seconds stretched on, the truth crept into the hollow space inside him—Sweetie Belle was gone, and there was no way to fix what he’d broken. A deep, gnawing emptiness opened up in his chest, and Rarity’s voice kept pulling at the edges of it, like a dark promise that there was nowhere left to turn but back to her.

His movements felt mechanical, distant, like they weren’t even his own as he turned back to face Rarity. She watched him with those half-lidded eyes, the smirk never leaving her lips, as if she’d known all along that he would come back. He took a shaky step toward her, and then another, his breath hitching as he mounted her for the third time. The heat of her body wrapped around him, but it was colder now, lacking the frantic urgency of before. It felt like going through the motions, as if he could bury the ache in his chest beneath the empty rhythm of his thrusts.

He tried to shut out the raw, aching hole that Sweetie’s absence had left behind, mumbling words under his breath, barely even aware of what he was saying. “I... I hope I can spend time with you now that my relationship with Sweetie is over,” he muttered, the words sounding hollow even to his own ears.

Rarity’s laugh rang out, a sharp, cutting sound that sliced through the haze around him. It was light and airy, but underneath it, there was a sneering edge that made his skin crawl. “Date you? Oh, darling, don’t be ridiculous,” she replied, amusement dripping from every word. She rolled her hips against him, drawing a gasp from his lips, but her voice was unrelenting, merciless. “I have standards, you know. This was just a bit of fun, a little distraction... nothing more.”

Button’s movements faltered, his chest tightening painfully as her words sank in, each one a twisting knife. He stared down at her, seeing the mockery in her eyes, the way she looked at him like he was nothing more than a convenient plaything, a brief indulgence. The realization settled like ice in his gut—he’d meant nothing to her, not really. Just a way to pass the time, to satisfy some momentary whim.

He pulled out of her suddenly, the desire that had driven him earlier draining away in an instant, leaving only the bitter taste of regret and shame. He stumbled back, the cool air hitting his damp coat as he backed away from her, his legs unsteady beneath him. Everything he’d thrown away—Sweetie Belle, the chance to explain, his own self-respect—rushed back to him in a wave, drowning him in the enormity of what he’d lost.

Rarity barely reacted, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she settled back into the plush chaise lounge. She adjusted herself with a flick of her mane, her expression one of mild boredom rather than any real concern. She looked up at him with the same detached smile, her eyes gleaming with that cruel satisfaction, like she was watching a particularly dull show wrap up its final act.

Button stared at her for a long moment, his chest heaving as he tried to hold back the flood of emotion that threatened to spill out. But Rarity just tilted her head, as if daring him to speak, to find some words that might change anything. He realized then that she didn’t care—not about the relationship she’d shattered, not about the pain she’d caused, and certainly not about him.

She’d gotten what she wanted, and now that he was of no more use, she dismissed him with a cool, indifferent glance. It stung, worse than any insult, worse than any slap in the face. It left him feeling empty and used, a hollow shell of whatever he’d been before he walked through that door.

He turned away without another word, his hooves carrying him out of the boutique on legs that trembled with the weight of his shame. The cool night air hit him like a shock, stinging his face and clearing some of the fog from his mind. But it couldn’t touch the icy ache that had settled deep in his chest, couldn’t dull the knowledge that he’d thrown away everything he’d cared about for nothing but a fleeting, hollow touch.

He kept walking, his steps uneven, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he tried to hold back the tears that blurred his vision. He’d lost everything that mattered, and all that was left was the empty echo of Rarity’s mocking laugh in his ears, following him out into the cold, unfeeling night.

* * *

Sweetie Belle sat slumped over a table at Sugarcube Corner, a half-melted tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream in front of her, spoon moving mechanically between the carton and her mouth. Her mane was a mess, her eyes puffy and red from crying, but she didn’t care who saw her right now. All she wanted was to drown herself in the sugar rush and the cold numbness it offered, even if just for a little while.

She barely noticed when Pinkie Pie bounced over to her, a concerned frown tugging at her usually cheerful face. Pinkie settled down in the chair across from Sweetie, resting her elbows on the table as she leaned forward. “Hey, Sweetie Belle, what’s got you so down in the dumps? Did somepony eat your favorite dessert before you could get to it?” Pinkie’s voice was bright, but there was a serious undercurrent in her tone as she eyed the state of Sweetie’s tear-stained face.

Sweetie Belle sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hoof, the ice cream doing little to numb the ache in her chest. “…After a fashion, maybe. It’s... It’s Button Mash. And Rarity.”

Her voice cracked, and she took a deep breath, the words tumbling out of her in a rush, barely coherent but too heavy to hold in any longer. She told Pinkie everything - how she’d finished her errands early, how she’d walked into the boutique to find Button with Rarity, how she’d thought it was a terrible mistake until she caught them again, and how it felt like her whole world had been yanked out from under her hooves.

Pinkie Pie listened in a way that Sweetie hadn’t expected, her usual smile replaced with a worried, empathetic frown. She didn’t interrupt or try to change the subject; she just let Sweetie pour out her hurt, her frustration, all the anger that had twisted inside her chest since she’d run from the boutique.

When Sweetie finally fell silent, her spoon hovering over the ice cream but no longer moving, Pinkie let out a long, sad sigh, her mane seeming to deflate just a little at the edges. “Oh, Sweetie Belle, that’s... that’s awful. I can’t believe Button would do that to you, especially after you two seemed so happy together. And with Rarity of all ponies...” Pinkie shook her head, her eyes wide with sympathy.

She looked down at the table, her brows furrowed, and then back up at Sweetie Belle with a confused, almost dazed expression. “I’m not sure what shocks me more - Button cheating on you, or the fact that it was with Rarity. I mean, stealing somepony’s coltfriend? That’s... that’s not very generous of her.” The word “generous” had a bitter edge to it, a hint of hurt that mirrored what Sweetie felt in her own heart.

Sweetie Belle bit her lip, her chest clenching as she thought about it again. She’d always looked up to Rarity, admired her elegance, her grace. But now all she could see was that smug look on her sister’s face as she turned back to Button, like she’d won some game that Sweetie hadn’t even known they were playing.

She sniffled again, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, but this time it didn’t make her feel any better. “Yeah... I thought Rarity would care about me more than that,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she stared down into the tub of ice cream, the reality of what had happened settling in deeper.

Pinkie Pie tilted her head, her mane bobbing slightly as she processed what Sweetie Belle had just told her. She leaned in a little closer, her expression turning serious, even as her voice remained soft and careful. “So... what do you want to do about all this, Sweetie Belle? I mean, you’re obviously hurting, and I don’t like seeing you like this. Do you want to talk to him again, or...?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head sharply, her eyes flashing with a mixture of pain and anger. “No, I don’t want to talk to him. He made his choice, and he made it twice. I... I want to make him regret what he did. I want to make him feel as bad as he made me feel.”

Pinkie blinked, her expression a little puzzled as she tried to wrap her mind around Sweetie’s words. “You want to... punish him?” she asked slowly, her brow furrowing in concern, but there was no judgment in her voice, only curiosity and worry for her friend.

Sweetie Belle let out a shaky sigh, her eyes staring blankly into the half-empty ice cream carton, her hoof stirring the melting contents without much thought. “Yeah. I want him to feel like he lost something, like he made the worst mistake of his life. I don’t know, maybe I could...” She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip before her eyes hardened with a flicker of defiance. “Maybe I could go... you know, be with some colt or stallion. Somepony who would make sure Button heard about it - someone who’d brag, rub it in his face. Maybe then he’d understand how it feels.”

Pinkie’s ears twitched, and her eyes went wide for a moment, clearly caught off guard by the bluntness of Sweetie Belle’s idea. She quickly masked her surprise, though, giving Sweetie a small, tentative smile. “That’s... definitely one way to get revenge,” she replied, her voice uncertain but still supportive, trying to feel out how serious Sweetie really was. “But, are you sure that’s what you really want, Sweetie? I mean, I get wanting to make him feel bad - he hurt you, after all - but do you think that’ll really make you feel better?”

Sweetie’s jaw clenched, her grip tightening around the spoon until her hoof shook. “I don’t know, Pinkie. I just... I don’t want to feel like this anymore. Like I was the only one who cared, and like he got away with everything. If I can make him feel even a fraction of what I felt when I walked in on him with her...” She trailed off, her shoulders slumping as she struggled to hold back fresh tears.

Sweetie Belle stared into the melting ice cream, her thoughts spiraling deeper into the pain and doubt that gnawed at her. Her voice was small, uncertain, when she finally spoke up, barely more than a whisper. “Do you think... maybe this was my fault, Pinkie? Like, maybe if I’d been, I don’t know, more willing... If I had just lifted my tail sooner, given him what he wanted, maybe he wouldn’t have been tempted by Rarity. Maybe he wouldn’t have... done that.”

Her words hung in the air between them, heavy and raw, and for a moment, Sweetie couldn’t bring herself to look at Pinkie, afraid of what she might see in her eyes. But then Pinkie reached across the table, gently resting a hoof over Sweetie’s, her expression soft but serious as she caught Sweetie’s gaze.

“Absolutely not, Sweetie Belle. This is not your fault,” Pinkie said firmly, her voice filled with a conviction that made Sweetie blink in surprise. “You have every right to go at your own pace and not do anything you weren’t ready for. That’s not something you should blame yourself for, ever. Relationships aren’t supposed to be about rushing into things just to keep somepony around.”

Sweetie Belle looked down at Pinkie’s hoof, the warmth of the touch grounding her, but the doubt still lingered in her eyes. “But... what if he got tired of waiting? What if he went to Rarity because I wasn’t giving him enough?”

Pinkie shook her head, her expression growing more thoughtful as she considered the situation. “Sweetie, from what you told me, Button is just as inexperienced as you are. He probably doesn’t know any better than you do about how to handle those kinds of feelings. It’s like... you’re both stumbling around in the dark trying to figure it out.”

She paused, her gaze turning serious, almost contemplative, as she continued. “But Rarity? She knew what she was doing. She’s the one who has more experience, and she’s the one who chose to... take advantage of how unsure and confused Button was feeling. That’s on her more than it’s on you. She should’ve known better than to try and lure in somepony else’s coltfriend.”

Sweetie Belle’s shoulders sagged as she listened, a deep breath shuddering out of her. The words felt like a small comfort, even if they didn’t fully take away the ache inside her. She bit her lip, staring at the half-melted mess of ice cream as she tried to process everything Pinkie was saying. It didn’t fix what had happened, but it did make her feel a little less like it was her own shortcomings that had driven Button away.

“Thanks, Pinkie,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do... but it helps to know that maybe it wasn’t all my fault.”

Pinkie Pie nodded slowly, her eyes still holding that thoughtful, sympathetic gleam as she squeezed Sweetie Belle's hoof. “You know, Sweetie, I think you might be trying to punish the wrong pony here,” she said gently, her voice taking on a careful tone, as though she was picking each word with precision. “I get why you’re so angry at Button. He’s the one who broke your trust, and I know how much that hurts. But... it sounds like he wasn’t the one leading things. Not really.”

Sweetie Belle looked up at her, frowning a little in confusion. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice thick with the lingering hurt. “He’s the one who went along with it. He’s the one who... with her...”

Pinkie’s expression softened further, and she tilted her head, her mane bobbing slightly as she continued. “I just mean... it seems like Rarity knew exactly what she was doing. She’s the one who should have known better, who should have respected you and your relationship with Button. Maybe she’s the one who deserves some of that anger.” Pinkie sighed, glancing off toward the door for a moment before turning back to Sweetie with a sad smile. “But I know... it’s probably a lot harder to think about punishing her, isn’t it?”

Sweetie Belle’s ears drooped, her chest tightening at the thought. Pinkie’s words struck a chord she hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. It was one thing to be furious at Button - he’d been her coltfriend, the one she trusted, the one who’d hurt her by turning to somepony else. But Rarity? Rarity was her sister. The betrayal cut so much deeper, and thinking about it made the hurt twist into something sharp and bitter inside her.

“Yeah,” Sweetie mumbled, her voice barely audible. “She’s supposed to be my big sister. She’s supposed to care about me, not... not do something like this.”

Pinkie nodded again, her expression pained as she reached out to pull Sweetie Belle into a gentle hug. “I know, Sweetie. And maybe you’re right. Punishing her might be a whole lot harder. But whatever happens, just remember, none of this is your fault, okay? You didn’t deserve what happened. Neither of them had the right to do this to you.”

Sweetie leaned into the hug, feeling the warmth and reassurance in Pinkie’s embrace, and for a moment, she let herself cry into her friend’s shoulder, the emotions spilling out in choked sobs.

As Sweetie Belle’s sobs filled the quiet space of Sugarcube Corner, something inside Pinkie Pie seemed to shift. The normally bright and bubbly mare felt an unfamiliar heaviness settling in her chest, a dull ache that grew sharper with each of Sweetie’s pained breaths. Pinkie’s hooves tightened around Sweetie as she held her close, but this time, her mind was racing with darker thoughts, the kind she usually pushed away with a smile.

But she couldn’t push them away now, not with Sweetie’s heartbreak echoing through her like a broken song. Pinkie took a shaky breath, her voice coming out softer, rougher than it had ever been before. “Sweetie... if you really want to get back at them, if you really want to make them pay for what they did to you...” She hesitated, as if weighing her own words, then continued, a fierce determination creeping into her tone. “I could help you with that. I’m... I’m not saying it’ll make everything better, but I could help. You just have to tell me what you need.”

Sweetie Belle pulled back slightly, her tear-streaked face lifting to meet Pinkie’s gaze. She looked surprised at first, as if she hadn’t expected Pinkie to offer something like that - to take her pain seriously, to be willing to go down this path with her. But then a new glimmer shone through the hurt in her eyes, something colder, sharper. She bit her lip, hesitating only for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, Pinkie... I’ll need some help. I can’t do this on my own.”

Pinkie nodded, a seriousness settling over her that felt foreign, heavy in the air between them. She leaned in closer, her mane casting a shadow over her eyes as she lowered her voice, the usual brightness replaced with a quiet intensity. “Then tell me what you need, Sweetie. Whatever it is, I’ll be there. We’ll make them see just how badly they messed up. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Sweetie Belle swallowed, her breath hitching as she tried to steady herself. For the first time that night, a small, bitter smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Thank you, Pinkie. I... I’ve got some ideas. And with your help, maybe I can make Button and Rarity both regret what they did to me.”

Pinkie nodded again, a grim determination in her eyes. She wasn’t sure where this would lead, but she knew one thing - she wouldn’t let Sweetie Belle go through this pain without standing by her side, whatever it took.

* * *

Author's Note

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Chapter 2 - Revenge Party

The morning sun had barely risen over Ponyville when Pinkie Pie sprang into action, her mind racing with plans and preparations. But this time, it wasn’t for a birthday celebration or a welcome party. No, today she had something much more specific in mind - a party with a very different purpose. A revenge party.

She moved through Sugarcube Corner with her usual energy, but there was a new, sharper focus in her steps as she gathered supplies: streamers, balloons, music, but also things she usually didn’t need to worry about. Like the special guest list she was putting together, each name chosen carefully and deliberately. This wasn’t going to be just any gathering, after all. It was for Sweetie Belle, and it was about making a statement that neither Button Mash nor Rarity would forget anytime soon.

Sitting at the counter with a stack of blank invitation cards, Pinkie tapped a quill against her chin, thinking through her options. She needed ponies who were willing to indulge in some fun and weren’t already tied down by commitments - those who might enjoy the attention and would be very willing to brag afterward. With a decisive nod, she wrote out the names of five colts and stallions who fit the bill: Thunderlane, a charismatic pegasus known for his flirtatious charm; Caramel, who always had an eye for an interesting opportunity; and three others who she knew had just enough of a reputation for enjoying a good time to suit Sweetie’s plan.

Pinkie folded each invitation carefully, sealing them with a small puff of confetti, and made sure to include a personal note to each one, hinting at the kind of "exclusive" event this was going to be. She knew how to make an invitation sound intriguing without giving away too much. They wouldn’t be able to resist showing up, curiosity driving them as much as anything else.

But the guest list was only part of the plan. Pinkie knew she had to secure the main entertainment; the part of the party that would make it truly unforgettable. Her mind worked through the details as she stashed the invitations into her saddlebag and headed out the door, the bell over the entrance jingling behind her.

Sweetie Belle had been clear about wanting Button to hear what she’d done, and that meant making sure the word got around. Pinkie’s expression shifted, a little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she thought about who she might convince to help her with that part of the plan. There was always that one pony in town who had a way of making sure everypony knew what was going on - if she played this right, by the end of the night, there wouldn’t be a single stallion in Ponyville who hadn’t heard about what Sweetie Belle had gotten up to. Not that it would matter. Pinkie was going to take this a little bit further than Sweetie wanted. She owed her that much.

Pinkie moved through the streets of Ponyville with purpose, dropping off invitations and making quiet arrangements for the party, her mind humming with the details of what was coming together. It was a different kind of event than she’d ever put together before, but as she thought of Sweetie Belle’s tear-stained face and her whispered plea for help, she steeled herself. This party wasn’t just about revenge - it was about helping a friend feel powerful again, even if only for a night. And Pinkie Pie knew how to throw a party that nopony would forget.

Pinkie Pie had spent the better part of the day setting up the back room of Sugarcube Corner, turning it from its usual warm, welcoming space into something far more private - and far more unsettling. She had closed off the entrance with heavy curtains, the usual cheerful decorations replaced with dim lights that cast long shadows across the room, giving it an atmosphere that was far from her usual parties.

In the center of the room, two chairs stood side by side, and each was occupied by a pony who had no idea how they had ended up there. Rarity and Button Mash were tied securely, ropes binding their legs and chests to the wooden chairs, their mouths gagged with cloth that muffled their protests. Rarity’s eyes were wide with a mix of anger and confusion, her mane disheveled in a way that she would have found humiliating under any other circumstances. Button looked pale, his ears pinned back as he glanced between Rarity and the darkened corners of the room, trying to understand what was going on.

Pinkie stood in front of them, her normally bright smile replaced by something harder, a glint in her eyes that made both of them shiver. She hummed quietly to herself as she finished adjusting the ropes, making sure they were secure, her movements precise and almost methodical.

"Now, you two just sit tight, okay?" Pinkie said in a sing-song voice, ignoring the muffled sounds of protest from Rarity. She gave them a cheerful little wave before turning toward the door, her smile twisting with a dark satisfaction that was a far cry from her usual demeanor. “Sweetie Belle should be here any moment. I think she has some things she’d like to get off her chest before the... festivities begin.”

Rarity and Button exchanged a panicked look, struggling against their bonds, but it was no use. The ropes held tight, and all they could do was sit there, helpless, as the door creaked open behind them.

Sweetie Belle stepped into the room, the harsh light casting her face into shadow, but Pinkie could see the steely determination in her eyes. Sweetie Belle’s expression was raw, her jaw clenched as she took in the sight of the two ponies who had shattered her trust, now looking up at her with wide, fearful eyes. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything that had happened between them settle on her shoulders, and for a moment, she let the silence stretch, savoring the way Rarity’s confident facade cracked and Button’s gaze fell to the floor.

Pinkie slipped out of the way, lingering by the edge of the room, watching with a kind of grim satisfaction as Sweetie stepped closer to her captives. She knew this part wasn’t about her - this was Sweetie’s moment, and whatever came next, she’d let Sweetie decide.

Sweetie Belle stopped a few steps in front of them, her voice cold as she finally spoke, her words cutting through the silence like a knife. “You both probably think this is some kind of bad dream, don’t you?” She tilted her head, her gaze fixed on Rarity first, then drifting to Button. “Well, it’s not. It’s real, and now you’re going to understand what it feels like to be trapped with nothing but your own mistakes.”

Rarity struggled against the gag, her muffled protests growing more frantic, but Sweetie just shook her head, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. “No, Rarity, you don’t get to talk right now. You had plenty to say when you were stealing my coltfriend, didn’t you?” She turned to Button, her voice wavering for the first time, but the anger didn’t fade. “And you... you couldn’t even wait, couldn’t even try to explain yourself before going back to her again.”

Button’s ears flattened further, a choked sound escaping him, but he couldn’t meet her eyes. Sweetie’s expression hardened as she took another step closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper, filled with the pain that had been building inside her since that awful moment in the boutique. “I thought I meant something to you, Button. I thought... maybe we had something special. But I guess I was just fooling myself, wasn’t I?”

Pinkie watched from the shadows, her expression unreadable, but her presence was a reminder that this wasn’t a space for comforting words or apologies. It was Sweetie’s space, her moment of reckoning, and soon, it would be time for the rest of her plan to unfold.

Sweetie Belle let out a shaky breath, stepping back just enough to look at both of them fully. “Well, you’ll both have plenty of time to think about it now. And maybe, by the end of tonight, you’ll understand just how much you’ve both taken from me.” Her voice hardened again as she added, “And how much I’m willing to take back.”

Rarity’s eyes widened, and Button’s face paled as they both realized that whatever Sweetie had in mind, it was only just beginning.

The door to the back room creaked open, and one by one, five stallions stepped inside, each a familiar face in Ponyville. They had all received Pinkie’s strange, intriguing invitation earlier in the day, and now they gathered, curiosity lighting up their faces as they tried to figure out what this unusual gathering was all about.

First came Thunderlane, the sleek, dark-coated pegasus whose confident grin widened as he took in the scene - the dim lights, the heavy curtains, and the bound figures of Rarity and Button Mash.

Right behind him followed Caramel, the tan earth pony known for his laid-back attitude and roguish charm. He gave Pinkie a curious look, his smile turning curious as he glanced around.

Next was Dr. Hooves, the scientifically-minded earth pony whose curiosity often led him to peculiar situations. He adjusted his bowtie, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the nervous tension in the room.

After him came Davenport, the pony who ran the local sofa and quill shop, always up for something interesting to break up the monotony of his daily routine. He cast a wary glance around, clearly intrigued despite himself.

Finally, there was Feather Bangs, the smooth-talking, long-maned stallion who never missed a chance to be the center of attention, and who now strutted in with his usual swagger.

The five stallions exchanged glances as Pinkie Pie stepped forward, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced with something sharper, darker. Her smile was no longer the carefree, playful grin they were used to, but something with an edge that made even Thunderlane pause. Pinkie’s eyes darted to Sweetie Belle, who stood near the back, her jaw set and her gaze fixed on the bound forms of Rarity and Button Mash.

“Welcome, everypony!” Pinkie said brightly, but her voice carried an unsettling undercurrent that silenced any whispers between the stallions. She gave them all a wide, almost manic smile as she gestured toward the two captives, tied securely to their chairs, their muffled voices barely audible through their gags. “Tonight’s party is a little... different from the usual ones I throw.”

She paused, letting the tension settle into the room, enjoying the confusion on Button’s face and the rising panic in Rarity’s eyes as they struggled against the ropes. Then, with a flourish, she turned back to the five stallions, her smile twisting into something wickedly playful. “Tonight’s theme is a 5-on-1 gangbang. Each of you lucky stallions will get a turn with Sweetie Belle.”

She let her gaze drift over to Rarity, who struggled desperately against her bonds, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and horror. “And if Rarity here decides to get too noisy, maybe she’ll get to join in, too. After all, we wouldn’t want her to miss out on all the fun, would we?”

The stallions looked at each other, some raising their eyebrows in surprise, others smirking with interest. Thunderlane’s grin spread wider, and he let out a low, appreciative whistle. “Well, this isn’t what I expected from one of your parties, Pinkie, but I’m not complaining.”

Caramel’s smile grew sharper, his eyes darting between Sweetie Belle and the restrained Rarity. Dr. Hooves, though usually a bit more reserved, adjusted his stance with an intrigued look, his curiosity clearly piqued. Davenport gave a little chuckle, though there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes as he took in the scene. Feather Bangs, ever the performer, flicked his mane back and gave Sweetie Belle a roguish grin, clearly ready to embrace the unexpected turn of events.

Rarity’s muffled pleas grew more frantic, her struggles growing more desperate, but Pinkie Pie ignored her, keeping her focus on Sweetie Belle. She stepped closer to Sweetie, lowering her voice so that only she could hear. “This is all for you, Sweetie. Just say the word, and they’ll get exactly what they deserve.”

Sweetie Belle took a deep breath, her body tense as she struggled with the knot of emotions twisting inside her. She glanced at Button, at the panic in his eyes, then back at her sister, whose face was twisted with desperation. But there was no going back now. She’d asked for this, and now she had the power to see it through.

* * *

Sweetie Belle stood tall in the dimly lit room, her expression hardening as she looked at the five stallions who had gathered, the flicker of determination burning in her eyes. Her breath came out in a steady exhale, the tension from the day before now crystallizing into a strange, cold resolve. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t going to hesitate anymore.

She cast one last glance at Rarity and Button, bound tightly to their chairs, their eyes wide with disbelief and fear, before turning her attention back to the stallions in front of her. The corner of her mouth curled into a small, bitter smile as she surveyed the eager looks on their faces, each of them leaning in with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

“Whoever wants me first,” Sweetie said, her voice cutting through the room with a clarity that left no room for doubt, “step on up.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the promise of what was to come, and the room fell silent for a moment as the stallions processed her challenge.

The room grew even quieter, the tension thickening as Sweetie Belle’s words echoed through the space. Rarity’s muffled protests grew more frantic, her eyes wide with disbelief and horror, but the gag silenced her pleas. Button, too, struggled against his bindings, desperation and regret written across his face as he watched the scene unfold, powerless to stop it.

Thunderlane was the first to break the silence. He stepped forward with a confident smirk, his wings giving a little flick of anticipation. “Looks like I’ll take you up on that, Sweetie Belle,” he said, his voice smooth as he eyed her up and down. There was a swagger in his steps, but this time, the edge in his voice wasn’t mocking - it held a note of something else, an understanding of what Sweetie Belle wanted from tonight. The other stallions watched closely, waiting their turn, their expressions ranging from eager to curious to calculating.

Sweetie Belle kept her chin high, steadying her breathing as she felt her heart race in her chest. She met Thunderlane’s gaze with a look of determination, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. For a moment, their eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them—a silent agreement about what this encounter meant. Sweetie caught Pinkie’s gaze briefly, seeing the unreadable expression in her friend’s eyes. Pinkie’s smile was still in place, but there was a strange hardness there, a detachment that made Sweetie feel like she was being measured, watched closely.

Thunderlane reached out a hoof, tracing it along Sweetie’s side, but his touch this time was gentle, almost reassuring. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “You’ve got this, Sweetie. Let’s make them see how strong you are.”

Sweetie’s breath hitched, but she nodded, her confidence bolstered by his words. She cast another glance toward Rarity, seeing the tears gathering in her sister’s eyes, the disbelief and anger mingling with the guilt that Sweetie wanted her to feel. This was for Rarity to witness—this was for Button to understand. It was about taking control, about making them realize just how deeply they had hurt her.

With a small, confident smile, Sweetie Belle met Thunderlane’s eyes, squaring her shoulders. “Go on, then,” she murmured, her tone filled with anticipation rather than fear. She would see this through, knowing she wasn’t alone in this part of the night.

Thunderlane’s smirk softened into something almost gentle as he positioned himself behind Sweetie Belle, his hoof sliding down her side with a firm, guiding touch. The air around them thrummed with anticipation as he aligned himself with her, feeling the heat radiate between them. Sweetie’s tail lifted, an invitation that was as much about her claiming her own desires as it was about proving herself to those watching.

“Just focus on what you want, Sweetie,” Thunderlane murmured, his voice a low rumble meant only for her. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, feeling her shiver beneath him. Slowly, he pushed forward, his movements measured and careful, letting her adjust. Sweetie gasped softly at the pressure, but she met his rhythm with a roll of her hips, her body welcoming the sensation.

As Thunderlane began to move, Sweetie Belle found herself responding to the steady, unhurried rhythm he set. Her breaths came out in soft moans, her body arching beneath him as she matched his pace. There was no rush, no roughness - just the careful, deliberate push and pull between them, the rhythm of two ponies working together.

Behind them, Pinkie Pie’s expression remained detached, but she couldn’t entirely hide the glint of satisfaction in her eyes as she watched Sweetie Belle assert herself. She glanced at Rarity’s tear-streaked face, then at Button’s stricken expression, both of them trapped in the helpless position they had placed themselves in through their choices.

“You’re doing great, Sweetie,” Pinkie called out, her voice sweet but edged with that sharpness. “And I think it’s only fair that our other guests get some company while they wait their turn with you.”

She gestured toward Caramel and Davenport, who exchanged eager looks before stepping forward to choose their own partners from the pair of captives. Caramel’s grin widened as he approached Rarity, his eyes sweeping over her restrained form with a dark interest.

He reached out to touch her cheek, ignoring the way she flinched. “Well, Rarity, looks like it’s my turn to show you what you deserve,” he murmured, the edge of cruelty in his voice clear as he moved behind her, positioning himself without a hint of gentleness.

Davenport, meanwhile, approached Button, who looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes. Davenport didn’t waste any time, hauling Button up roughly and positioning him with his chest to the ground, leaving his hindquarters raised. He shot a look at Pinkie, who nodded approvingly, her smile never faltering.

“Make sure they know they’re not the ones in charge anymore,” she added with a singsong lilt, her voice carrying a note of twisted encouragement. “We wouldn’t want Rarity or Button to feel left out while Sweetie has her fun.”

Thunderlane kept his focus on Sweetie Belle, his movements careful but strong as he worked to bring her the pleasure she sought, each thrust driving deeper, making her breaths quicken. Sweetie’s moans filled the air, mingling with the muffled sounds of Rarity’s choked cries and Button’s desperate gasps as they faced their own punishments.

Sweetie turned her head, catching Thunderlane’s eye over her shoulder, her voice breathy but determined. “Thank you,” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, a genuine gratitude in her voice. Thunderlane’s smile softened as he leaned down, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss to her neck before continuing, his pace picking up in response to her growing pleasure.

The room filled with the mix of their sounds, creating a strange symphony of pain and satisfaction, of punishment and pleasure. But through it all, Sweetie Belle kept her focus on herself, on the way Thunderlane moved inside her, helping her take what she wanted. It was a twisted night, but one where she was no longer the victim, and she was determined to claim every moment of it.

Caramel's smirk widened as he took his time circling Rarity, savoring the way her eyes darted around, her muffled pleas growing more frantic behind the gag. He reached out, running a hoof along her back, enjoying the way she shivered beneath his touch. Rarity tried to pull away, but the ropes binding her to the chair held tight, leaving her exposed to his unwanted attention.

"What's the matter, Rarity? I thought you liked getting attention," Caramel taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. He leaned in closer, letting his breath tickle her ear. "Now you get to feel what it's like to be the one who’s powerless.”

Rarity's eyes flashed with fury, but Caramel only laughed, trailing his hoof lower until he reached the curve of her flank. He glanced back at Sweetie Belle, who was struggling to maintain her defiant expression as Thunderlane continued to pound into her from behind. The sight of her sister’s predicament only seemed to fuel Rarity’s anger, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shame and rage.

Meanwhile, Davenport’s attention had turned to Button. The stallion’s expression was unreadable as he approached, his hoof tapping against the wooden floor as he studied the young stallion bound tightly to the chair. Button’s breath came in panicked gasps, his eyes wide with fear as Davenport loomed over him.

“You know, kid, if you’d just kept it in your pants, you wouldn’t be in this mess,” Davenport remarked with a casual shrug, his voice carrying a note of dark amusement. He reached out and ruffled Button’s mane, as if he were some misbehaving colt. “But I guess we all make mistakes, don’t we?”

Button tried to speak, but the gag muffled his words, leaving only garbled sounds of desperation. He glanced over at Sweetie, his eyes filled with regret, but she refused to meet his gaze. Her focus remained on Thunderlane, her breath hitching with each of his rough thrusts, her body betraying the defiance she’d clung to at the start.

Thunderlane moved with a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust deep but measured, savoring the closeness between them. He felt Sweetie Belle’s body shudder beneath him, and instead of letting the moment fuel a rougher desire, he softened, leaning down to press his lips against the curve of her shoulder. His breath came in warm puffs against her skin as he whispered, voice gentle yet filled with heat.

“Sweetie Belle,” he murmured, his tone softening. “You’re incredible, you know that? I want you to feel how much you mean to me, how beautiful you look right now.” His hooves moved from her hips to slide up her sides, brushing lightly against her skin as he held her close, guiding her movements against him.

Sweetie’s breath hitched, a shiver running through her at the tenderness in his touch. She moaned, the sound softer this time, less of a struggle and more of a release, leaning back into his chest. The warmth of his words, his hooves, made the sensations coursing through her body all the more overwhelming, a heat that mingled with a strange, unsteady comfort.

“You don’t have to hide anything with me,” Thunderlane continued, his voice barely above a whisper as he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “Let it all out, Sweetie. I’m here, and I’m not letting go.” His thrusts remained deep, but there was a care in each movement, as if he wanted to savor the way her body responded, to make sure she felt every moment of their closeness.

Sweetie’s resolve melted under the softness of his voice, her moans slipping out more freely now, the tension leaving her body as she pressed closer to him. And as Thunderlane held her, his touch gentle but firm, she found herself giving in to the moment, letting the pleasure and warmth wrap around her like a comforting embrace.

As Sweetie’s moans grew louder, Rarity’s struggles became more desperate, her body twisting against the ropes that held her in place. She glared up at Caramel, her eyes blazing with defiance, but he only chuckled, brushing a lock of her disheveled mane out of her face.

“You brought this on yourself, Rarity,” he murmured, his tone almost pitying as he trailed his hoof down her cheek. “You thought you could get away with messing with your sister’s coltfriend, didn’t you? Well, now you get to watch while she takes back control.”

Davenport, meanwhile, leaned in closer to Button, his expression hardening as he tightened his grip on the young stallion’s shoulders. “Bet you’re wishing you’d made a different choice, huh? But it’s too late for regrets now.”

Button’s muffled whimpers filled the air as Davenport’s words cut into him, his whole-body trembling with a mixture of fear and shame. He could hear Sweetie’s moans, the sound a painful reminder of everything he’d thrown away, and the realization of just how far he’d fallen twisted like a knife in his chest.

And through it all, Pinkie Pie stood in the shadows, her smile cold and unyielding as she watched the scene unfold. She glanced between Sweetie, Rarity, and Button, her gaze sharp with a satisfaction that gleamed in the dim light. For once, she wasn’t the party planner - she was the witness, the one who made sure that everyone got exactly what they deserved.

Caramel’s eyes gleamed as he leaned closer to Rarity, letting the tension between them hang thick in the air. His hoof trailed along her flank, savoring the way her muscles tensed under his touch, the ropes creaking as she strained against her bonds. Rarity’s muffled protests grew louder, but the gag silenced her cries, leaving only her wide, desperate eyes to express the panic she felt.

Caramel positioned himself behind her, the chair seemingly having been made for backdoor action while having somepony tied up. His hooves rough as they gripped her hips, pulling her back until her bound form was bent awkwardly forward. He gave a slow, mocking chuckle as he rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, feeling the heat of her body despite the way she tried to shift away.

"Aw, what's the matter, Rarity? You were so eager when you went after your sister’s coltfriend, but now you’re not up for a little attention yourself?" His voice dripped with taunting amusement as he pushed forward, driving into her pussy in one rough motion. Rarity's whole body tensed, her muffled scream filling the room as Caramel began to thrust, each movement forcing her to take him deeper.

Across the room, Davenport had positioned himself in front of Button, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the young stallion’s stricken face. Button’s gaze darted wildly between Sweetie and Rarity, his breath coming in panicked, shuddering gasps. Davenport reached out, pulling the gag from Button’s mouth, and the young stallion let out a strangled cry, his voice breaking as he tried to beg.

"Please, no, you don’t have to-” Button’s plea was cut short as Davenport gripped his mane roughly, yanking his head back. The older stallion’s voice was cold, his breath hot against Button’s ear.

"Shut up, kid. You’re gonna pay for what you did to Sweetie, and you’re gonna take it like a stallion." He pressed forward, forcing Button’s head down until his face was almost pressed against the floor. Davenport’s hooves gripped Button’s flanks, and a shudder of disgust wracked through Button’s body as he felt the hard length pressing against his only entrance.

Sweetie Belle tried to steady herself, but her focus slipped with each deep thrust, her body responding instinctively to the heat of Thunderlane’s movements. Her legs shook under the strain, a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment sending her mind spinning. She was aware of everything happening around her - the muffled sounds of Rarity’s cries, Caramel’s low grunts - but the chaos outside only made her lean into the steady rhythm Thunderlane offered, a strange comfort amidst the storm.

Thunderlane leaned down, his breath warm against the nape of her neck, and instead of mocking her, his voice came out softer, laced with concern. “Sweetie Belle, I’m here with you. Let go of everything else. It’s just us, right now. I want you to feel good.” His hooves slid down her sides, a tender caress that sent a shiver through her, grounding her in the moment.

Sweetie’s moan caught in her throat, her voice shaky as Thunderlane’s thrusts continued, still deep but not as harsh. There was an unspoken gentleness in the way he moved, each stroke designed to make her feel every inch of him but without the cruelty. He kissed the side of her neck, the touch gentle, as if reminding her that he saw her, that she wasn’t alone in all of this.

She tried to keep her thoughts focused on the anger, on the drive for revenge that had fueled her, but Thunderlane’s unexpected warmth chipped away at her defenses. Even as her body responded to his touch, trembling and arching with each movement, the heat of his words lingered in her mind, offering her a momentary solace amidst the chaos.

Davenport’s voice, low and mocking, cut through the haze as he forced Button further down, positioning himself with a sneer. “Gonna learn what it feels like to be taken advantage of, Button. Think about Sweetie while I make you understand.”

Button’s protest turned into a broken sob as Davenport drove into him, the sharp, searing pain making him cry out. His legs trembled, his entire body shaking as he struggled against the ropes that held him in place, but there was no escape. The older stallion’s thrusts were relentless, each one a harsh reminder of how far he’d fallen, the bitter taste of regret burning on his tongue.

Caramel’s pace quickened as he took Rarity, his breaths coming out in ragged pants as he watched her expression twist with each thrust. Her eyes burned with a mixture of humiliation and fury, but she couldn’t hold back the muffled sounds that escaped her gag as her body betrayed her, reacting to the unwanted sensations coursing through her.

"You thought you were so much better than everyone, didn’t you, Rarity?” Caramel growled, his voice rough with exertion. “Look at you now, just another mare being used like a toy.”

Rarity’s body jerked under his words, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes as she tried to hold onto her pride, but each thrust made it slip further away. Her muffled sobs mixed with the obscene sounds of their bodies, the slap of flesh-on-flesh echoing through the room.

Sweetie Belle clenched her teeth, trying to shut out the world around her, focusing solely on the feeling of Thunderlane’s cock filling her, the steady pressure of his hooves holding her close. He gripped her hips firmly, but his touch wasn’t harsh; it was grounding, like he wanted to keep her anchored in this moment. She could feel herself drawing closer to the edge, her body betraying her even as her mind fought to hold onto the last threads of anger.

Thunderlane sensed the shift in her, the way she tensed, trembling under his hooves. His grip tightened, but his voice softened, a coaxing murmur against the heated air between them. “Sweetie, it’s okay. Don’t hold back, just let go. I’ve got you.” He drove into her deeply, but with a steady patience, guiding her towards the release she was fighting against, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me take care of you.”

Sweetie Belle’s breath caught, her thoughts faltering as the pleasure coiled tighter inside her, melting away the edges of her resentment. She tried to remember the pain that had led her here, the betrayal that had hardened her heart, but Thunderlane’s gentleness broke through, like a touch she hadn’t known she craved. Her body tensed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she let herself slip, the warmth of his voice and the steady rhythm of his body coaxing her over the edge.

With a final, shuddering gasp, she let go, her climax rolling through her with an intensity that left her breathless. Her cry filled the room, a sound full of release and vulnerability that she couldn’t contain, even as Rarity’s quiet sobs and Button’s broken gasps lingered in the background. But for a moment, there was just Thunderlane, holding her through it all, his hooves soothing as they stroked her sides.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, his voice filled with quiet admiration as he whispered, “You’re so strong, Sweetie. I’m so proud of you.” His movements slowed, and with one final thrust, he buried himself deep, his own release spilling into her with a low groan. He held her close as they both came down, his breath calming against her skin, his touch gentle as he supported her trembling form.

When he finally pulled out, he didn’t leave her to fall. Instead, Thunderlane kept her close, guiding her to rest against him, letting her catch her breath, safe in the warmth of his hooves.

As she struggled to catch her breath, she glanced back, her eyes meeting Rarity’s tear-streaked gaze. There was no more pride in her sister’s expression - only the raw, unfiltered pain of somepony who had been brought low, forced to face the consequences of her own actions. It was a small, bitter victory, but Sweetie clung to it, letting it fuel the cold satisfaction that burned in her chest.

And as Caramel and Davenport continued their rough attentions on Rarity and Button, Sweetie Belle closed her eyes, letting the sounds wash over her, a reminder that even if this path had twisted into something darker than she’d imagined, she had taken control.

* * *

Feather Bangs stepped forward with a confident stride, his long mane flowing as he moved. He cast a glance down at Sweetie Belle, who lay on her back, chest heaving as she recovered from the intensity of Thunderlane’s attention. Her eyes gleamed with a different kind of fire, her breath quick with anticipation rather than fear. She looked up at him and gave a small, inviting smile, tilting her head in a way that made her mane spill across the floor.

“Oh, you’re eager for more, aren’t you?” Feather Bangs murmured, his voice low and smooth, but there was no mockery in it - only appreciation for the sight of her laid out before him. He took his place between her spread hind legs, the heat of her body drawing him closer as he positioned himself against her entrance.

Sweetie Belle’s breath hitched as she felt him press forward, the stretch making her arch her back with a throaty moan. She met his eyes, holding his gaze as he pushed deeper, her expression one of raw desire. “That’s right,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel everything.”

Feather Bangs grinned, accepting her invitation as he began to thrust, setting a strong, steady pace that had her body rocking beneath him. Each movement drew a gasp from her, her hooves wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. She gave herself over to the rhythm, letting the pleasure build with each snap of his hips against hers.

Behind them, Caramel was nearing his limit as he rutted into Rarity, his breaths turning into ragged pants. Rarity’s bound body shuddered beneath him, her head thrown back as she was forced to endure the rough rhythm. But Caramel’s focus was on his own release, and as he reached it, he groaned low in his throat, driving in deep as he spilled into her, his seed filling her with a rush of warmth. Rarity sagged in her bonds, her mind hazy and exhausted as she felt the heat trickle down her thighs.

Caramel pulled out, his cock glistening as he stepped back, leaving Rarity trembling against the ropes. He took a moment to catch his breath, looking down at her with satisfaction before turning his attention back to the scene unfolding with Sweetie and Feather Bangs.

Across the room, Davenport gripped Button’s mane, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own release. Button’s body shook under the older stallion’s weight, but there was no fight left in him - only the raw, desperate gasps as he was taken. Davenport let out a guttural moan as he buried himself fully, his release spilling into Button with a final, deep thrust.

Button collapsed when Davenport stepped back, his legs giving out beneath him. He lay there, panting and shivering, the heat of Davenport’s cum still leaking from him, mixing with the sweat that matted his coat. But his eyes stayed on Sweetie, watching the way she clung to Feather Bangs, her voice rising in eager moans with each powerful thrust.

Feather Bangs continued to rut into Sweetie Belle, his hips snapping against hers as he chased his release. Her breaths turned into urgent gasps, her hooves pulling him closer, urging him on.

“Harder,” she moaned, her voice a needy plea that sent a shiver down his spine. “Don’t stop, please, give me everything.”

He grinned down at her, more than happy to oblige. He adjusted his stance, driving into her with deeper, harder thrusts that had her arching up off the floor, a cry escaping her lips as the pleasure surged through her. She clung to him, riding the waves of sensation, each rough movement sending sparks through her already overstimulated body.

Sweetie’s voice filled the room, mixing with the fading sounds of Rarity’s broken gasps and Button’s ragged breathing. But where their voices had held pain and desperation, Sweetie’s held only raw, unrestrained pleasure, the sound of a mare embracing the intensity of the moment.

When Feather Bangs finally came, he did so with a deep, satisfied groan, his hips bucking against hers as he filled her with his release. Sweetie Belle’s back arched as she felt the warmth flood her, a shuddering moan tearing from her throat as she tightened around him, holding him close as they both rode out the final, breathless moments together.

He lingered for a moment, panting softly against her neck as their bodies pressed together, feeling the way she trembled with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. When he finally pulled out, Sweetie let out a small, contented sigh, her legs falling open as she lay back on the floor, a smile of satisfaction curving her lips.

Feather Bangs stepped back, his cock still slick with their combined release as he looked down at her, appreciation clear in his eyes. He shared a knowing look with the other stallions, all of them recognizing that this wasn’t about punishment for Sweetie Belle - this was her taking what she wanted, on her terms, and reveling in the power of it.

Sweetie Belle stretched out on the floor, her body aching in a delicious way, a heady mix of exhaustion and satisfaction washing over her. She glanced toward Rarity and Button, both of them spent and broken in their own ways, and she couldn’t stop the small, triumphant smile that played at the corners of her mouth.

She had asked for this, and she had taken control. She had made them all see her, on her own terms, and she wasn’t about to let them forget it.

Thunderlane and Feather Bangs exchanged glances, their wings twitching slightly as they stepped back to catch their breath. As the two moved aside, the next stallion took his place, a confident smile on his face - Caramel. He stepped up to Sweetie Belle, who lay sprawled on the floor, her chest heaving with each breath, a satisfied but eager gleam in her eyes.

Caramel's gaze swept over her as he approached, and she smiled back, lifting her hind legs in invitation, spreading herself open for him. “Ready for more, Sweetie?” he asked, his voice husky with anticipation.

Sweetie nodded, biting her lower lip as she watched him position himself over her. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered, a teasing edge in her voice that made Caramel's grin widen. He leaned down, brushing his muzzle against hers, then pushed forward, his cock sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that had Sweetie arching up to meet him.

He set a steady, deep rhythm, the sounds of their bodies moving together filling the air, mingling with Sweetie’s breathless moans. She wrapped her hooves around his shoulders, pulling him closer as he rutted her, each powerful thrust making her shudder beneath him.

Meanwhile, Thunderlane had turned his attention to Rarity, his eyes narrowing as he watched her struggle to catch her breath. Her mane hung in disarray over her tear-streaked face, and she glared up at him with defiance still flickering in her eyes, despite the exhaustion weighing down her limbs. But when Thunderlane stepped forward, positioning himself behind her, she could do little more than brace herself against the ropes that held her tightly in place.

Thunderlane pressed himself against her chair, his hooves gripping her flanks as he guided himself into her, his cock pushing past her entrance with a rough, claiming thrust. Rarity let out a muffled gasp around her gag, her bound body jerking as he began to move inside her. Thunderlane’s grin grew, enjoying the way her resistance faded with each thrust, her body yielding despite the bitterness in her eyes.

On the other side of the room, Feather Bangs approached Button, who lay curled up on the floor, still trembling from Davenport’s rough use. Feather’s expression was more casual as he reached down, yanking Button’s head up by his mane and forcing him to look him in the eyes.

“No more hiding, Button,” he said, his tone almost playful. “Let’s see if you can take a little more.” He positioned himself behind the younger stallion, pressing the head of his cock against Button’s entrance, and with a swift, unyielding motion, pushed inside. Button let out a choked sob, his body tensing around the unwelcome intrusion as Feather began to thrust, each motion sending a shudder through his already battered frame.

Caramel’s pace quickened as he rutted into Sweetie Belle, his breath coming out in short, ragged bursts. Sweetie clung to him, her moans rising higher with each deep, powerful thrust, her body moving eagerly beneath his. She arched her back, her hooves trailing down his sides, urging him on. “Yes, Caramel, just like that,” she panted, her voice breathy with pleasure. “I want it all.”

Caramel groaned at her words, gripping her hips tighter as he drove into her, his movements becoming rougher, more urgent. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the rhythm of their bodies. Sweetie kissed him back eagerly, her moans vibrating against his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper.

Behind them, Thunderlane’s thrusts into Rarity grew more relentless, his hooves digging into her flanks as he drove himself harder into her. Rarity’s bound body shook with each rough motion, her muffled cries filling the air as she was forced to endure his rough pace. Her breaths came out in sharp, ragged bursts, each movement sending a shockwave through her as she struggled against the ropes.

Thunderlane leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “You liked playing the seductress, didn’t you, Rarity? Let’s see how much you like being taken like this.” He grinned as her body shuddered in response, the conflicting emotions playing out in the tense set of her shoulders and the way she strained against the bonds that held her in place.

Feather Bangs, meanwhile, kept his rhythm steady as he took Button, enjoying the way the younger stallion writhed beneath him. Button’s breaths came in short, pained gasps, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to block out the sensation of Feather driving into him. But each deep thrust sent a fresh wave of unwanted pleasure through him, making his legs tremble with the effort of holding himself up.

Feather’s voice was low and mocking as he pushed in deep, forcing Button to take every inch. “Come on, Button, you’ve already been broken in. Might as well relax and enjoy it.” He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, drawing a strangled sound from Button’s throat.

Button’s whole body shuddered, his mind swimming with humiliation and shame, but he couldn’t stop the involuntary twitch of his tail, the way his body responded to the rough pace. Feather’s grin widened as he noticed, digging his hooves into Button’s flanks as he continued to rut into him, each movement driving home the dominance he held over the broken stallion.

Sweetie Belle, lost in her own pleasure, dug her hooves into Caramel’s back, urging him deeper as her body tensed around him, the heat building low in her belly. “Don’t stop,” she moaned against his ear, her voice trembling with need. “Make me feel it, Caramel.”

Caramel groaned, quickening his pace, his thrusts turning more desperate as he chased his own release. He held her tight, his body pressing hers down against the floor as he lost himself in the heat of her, each movement driving him closer to the edge.

Thunderlane was the first to reach his peak, letting out a guttural growl as he slammed into Rarity one last time, burying himself deep inside her. His release spilled into her, hot and thick, and she shuddered as she felt the warmth fill her, her head hanging low, strands of her mane sticking to her sweat-dampened face.

Feather Bangs followed soon after, his grip on Button’s mane tightening as he drove in deep, his breath coming out in harsh pants as he filled Button with a rough, final thrust. Button’s whole body tensed, his breaths hitching as he felt the hot spill of Feather’s release inside him, the weight of his shame pressing down like a suffocating blanket.

Caramel, lost in the heat of Sweetie Belle’s body, buried himself deep inside her as he came, his release flooding her with a rush of warmth. Sweetie moaned softly, her back arching as she milked him for every last drop, holding him close as their bodies trembled together in the aftermath.

As Caramel pulled out, panting softly, Sweetie Belle let out a contented sigh, her legs falling open as she basked in the lingering sensations. She cast a glance back at Rarity and Button, both of them slumped in their bonds, their bodies marked by their rough treatment. There was no more satisfaction or pride in their expressions - only the dull, exhausted acceptance of their new reality.

And Sweetie, in her haze of pleasure, allowed herself a small, triumphant smile. This was her night, her victory, and she would savor every moment of it.

* * *

Davenport stepped forward next, his eyes fixed on Sweetie Belle, who lay sprawled on the floor, her breath still coming in short, eager gasps from her last encounter. She met his gaze, her smile sultry, legs spread wide in welcome, as if daring him to take her. He wasted no time, lowering himself over her, feeling the heat of her body against him. She reached up with her forelegs, pulling him closer, the tip of his cock brushing against her slick folds.

“Let’s see if you can keep up,” Sweetie whispered, her voice husky with desire. Davenport’s smile widened, accepting the challenge as he positioned himself, then drove forward in one smooth thrust. Sweetie’s head fell back, a moan escaping her lips as he filled her, her body arching up to meet each of his movements.

Davenport set a firm, deep rhythm, enjoying the way she moved beneath him, the way her hooves gripped his shoulders to draw him closer, urging him on. He pressed his chest to hers, his breath hot against her ear as he rutted her, each thrust drawing a sharp gasp from Sweetie’s lips.

Across the room, Thunderlane shifted his focus, leaving Rarity behind to catch her breath. His gaze landed on Button, who lay curled up on the floor, legs trembling as he tried to recover from his last ordeal. Thunderlane smirked and hauled the younger stallion to his hooves, forcing Button to face him.

“Don’t think you’re getting off easy, Button,” Thunderlane said, his tone low and predatory. He positioned himself behind Button, pressing the head of his cock against Button’s entrance before thrusting forward with a rough motion that made Button gasp, his eyes squeezing shut as Thunderlane began to move.

Thunderlane’s pace was merciless, his hips driving forward with a steady rhythm, each thrust forcing Button’s body to rock forward, making him bite down on his lip to keep from crying out. But the rough treatment left him shuddering, his breaths coming out in ragged, uneven bursts as he endured the older stallion’s unyielding pace.

Feather Bangs, meanwhile, turned his attention to Rarity. Her head hung low, mane falling over her face as she panted heavily, her legs quivering in the ropes. Feather approached her with a confident stride, reaching out to lift her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Rarity glared at him, but she couldn’t hide the flush in her cheeks, the way her breaths quickened as she realized what was coming.

“Don’t worry, Rarity, I’ll make this quick,” Feather Bangs murmured with a smirk, his voice smooth as he positioned himself behind her. He slid into her entrance with a swift, practiced thrust, his cock pushing deep into her slick heat. Rarity’s body jerked in the restraints, a muffled cry escaping her lips, her breath catching as Feather began to move inside her.

Feather’s pace was deliberate, each thrust sending a shiver through Rarity’s bound body, her tail flicking helplessly against his chest as she tried to maintain her composure. But his movements were unrelenting, and soon her body betrayed her, hips pushing back against his rhythm even as her mind rebelled against the unwanted pleasure.

Davenport, lost in the heat of Sweetie Belle’s body, quickened his pace, each thrust driving him deeper into her warmth. Sweetie’s moans filled the air, her hooves digging into his back as she clung to him, urging him on. She wrapped her hind legs tighter around his hips, guiding his movements, her voice a breathy encouragement in his ear. “Yes, just like that... Don’t stop, Davenport.”

He groaned, the sound mingling with her gasps as he chased his own release, each thrust sending a shockwave through Sweetie’s body. She arched up beneath him, her breath hitching as the heat built inside her, pulling her closer to the edge.

Thunderlane, on the other side of the room, held tightly to Button’s flanks as he drove into him with unrelenting force, his breaths turning into harsh pants as he neared his climax. Button’s body tensed beneath him, his legs trembling as he tried to hold himself up, but each rough thrust made him shudder, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the air alongside his broken, desperate gasps.

Feather Bangs rutted into Rarity with a rough, steady pace, his hooves gripping her sides as he held her in place. He leaned down, pressing his chest against her back as he drove into her, savoring the way her body clenched around him with each thrust. “That’s it, Rarity,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low and taunting. “Take it, slut.”

Rarity’s breaths came out in ragged bursts, her mind reeling with the mixture of humiliation and unwanted pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation, but each thrust sent another wave of heat through her, making her bite down on her gag to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape her lips.

Thunderlane’s rhythm faltered as he reached his peak, his hooves digging into Button’s flanks as he buried himself deep, his release spilling into the younger stallion with a rough groan. Button gasped, his legs giving out beneath him as Thunderlane pulled out, leaving him to collapse onto the floor, the hot spill of Thunderlane’s seed leaking from him.

Feather Bangs followed close behind, his thrusts turning erratic as he filled Rarity with his release, his grip tightening on her flanks as he rode out the last waves of his climax. He held himself deep for a moment, savoring the way her body shuddered beneath him, before finally stepping back, leaving her slumped and panting in the ropes, the heat of his cum dripping down her thighs.

Davenport’s breaths grew ragged as he rutted into Sweetie Belle, her eager moans urging him on. With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself inside her, his release flooding her with warmth. Sweetie Belle arched up against him, moaning softly as she tightened around him, drawing out his pleasure until he was spent.

As Davenport pulled out, panting softly, Sweetie Belle let out a contented sigh, her limbs falling open as she basked in the lingering sensations. She cast a glance at Rarity and Button, both of them panting and spent, their bodies marked by the rough treatment they had endured.

Her smile widened slightly, a triumphant glint in her eyes. There was still one more stallion waiting his turn, and Sweetie was far from done. She had embraced this night, taken what she wanted, and now she would see it through to the end.

* * *

Dr. Hooves stepped forward for his turn, his eyes fixed on Sweetie Belle as she lay on the floor, her breath coming in soft, eager pants. She met his gaze with a sly smile, legs still spread, inviting him. The sight of her, disheveled but so clearly in control of her own desire, made his pulse quicken. He lowered himself over her, feeling the heat of her body against him.

"Looks like I’m the last one, Sweetie,” he murmured, his voice gentle but edged with anticipation. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, enjoying the way she shifted her hips, teasing him with the subtle roll of her body.

“Make it count, Doctor,” she whispered back, her voice husky. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer. He grinned at the challenge, pushing forward slowly, sliding deep inside her with a steady thrust. Sweetie’s head fell back as he filled her, a moan escaping her lips as she tightened around him, urging him on.

He began to move with a deep, deliberate rhythm, each thrust pushing Sweetie’s body to arch beneath him. She clung to him, her hooves gripping his back, guiding his movements as her breath came out in sharp, eager gasps. He gradually increased his pace, letting the sound of her moans drive him, the heat between them growing more intense with each motion.

Meanwhile, Feather Bangs turned his attention back to Rarity. She still hung bound, her mane falling over her flushed face as she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. He approached her with a cocky smirk, lifting her chin with a hoof so she had to meet his eyes. There was a flicker of defiance in her gaze, but Feather saw the exhaustion beneath it, the way she trembled in the ropes.

“Your pussy is good, Rarity, but I believe your ass has missed some attention tonight,” he said softly, but there was a hint of something darker in his tone. He positioned himself behind her, lining himself up before thrusting into her with a smooth, deep motion. Rarity’s body jerked against her restraints, a muffled gasp escaping her lips as Feather began to rut into her, setting a rhythm that quickly grew faster and more demanding.

He held her tightly, his chest pressing against her back as he drove into her, savoring the way her body moved beneath his, each thrust drawing a muffled sound from her gagged mouth. Her legs strained against the ropes, her breaths turning into short, desperate gasps as she felt him take control.

Caramel, catching his breath from his earlier turn, shifted his focus to Button. The young stallion lay on the floor, his body still shaking, struggling to recover. Caramel pulled him up roughly, positioning him with his forelegs on the floor and his hindquarters raised, leaving him vulnerable. He lined himself up, his grip firm on Button’s hips, and without a word, he drove forward, burying himself inside Button with a rough thrust.

Button’s whole body tensed at the intrusion, a choked sound escaping his lips as Caramel set a relentless pace, each thrust forcing Button’s body to rock forward. Caramel’s breaths came out in low grunts, his grip unyielding as he took what he wanted, driving into the younger stallion without mercy. Button’s breaths came in ragged, broken gasps, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to endure the sensations tearing through him.

Dr. Hooves, lost in the heat of Sweetie Belle’s body, quickened his pace, his thrusts growing more urgent as he chased his release. Sweetie’s moans filled the air, her legs tightening around his waist, her hips rolling to meet him with each deep thrust. “Yes, just like that,” she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. “I want all of it.”

He groaned at her words, driving into her with renewed intensity, feeling her body clench around him as she pulled him deeper. His breath came out in ragged pants as he pushed toward his peak, the pleasure building in a way that made his whole body tense.

Feather Bangs, taking Rarity with rough, steady thrusts, felt his own release approaching, his movements growing more erratic as he rutted into her. He gripped her flanks tightly, pulling her back against him, each thrust driving into her with a punishing force that had her body shuddering in the ropes. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he groaned, “That’s it, Rarity, take it all. Your ass is so tight… I bet you’re such a prude that this is your first anal experience.”

With a final thrust, Feather buried himself deep inside her, spilling his release into her with a low, satisfied groan. He held himself there for a moment, feeling her body shudder against his, before stepping back and leaving her panting, spent and trembling in her bindings.

Caramel, too, reached his peak with a rough thrust, pressing deep into Button as he spilled his seed inside him. Button choked on a sob, his legs giving out beneath him as Caramel’s release filled him, leaving him to slump forward on the floor, panting heavily, his body trembling with exhaustion and shame.

Dr. Hooves, lost in the heat of Sweetie Belle, buried himself deep inside her as his release overtook him, his breath coming out in a shuddering moan. Sweetie arched beneath him, tightening her hold on him as she milked every drop from him, her own moans blending with his. She clung to him until he stilled, both of them catching their breath as he finally pulled out, leaving her flushed and satisfied.

Sweetie Belle lay back, a contented sigh escaping her as she stretched out, her body humming with the afterglow. She glanced toward Rarity and Button, both of them left panting and defeated, their bodies marked by the night’s events.

Her smile grew, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. She had taken everything she wanted, turned the tables on those who had wronged her, and now, she would savor every lingering moment.

As the five stallions stepped back, catching their breath and exchanging weary, satisfied glances, Pinkie Pie trotted forward, her usual cheerful bounce tempered by a more serious, almost wicked edge in her smile. The atmosphere in the room shifted as she clapped her hooves together, drawing everyone’s attention. The stallions’ time was up, but the party wasn’t over yet - not for Sweetie Belle, and certainly not for Rarity and Button.

* * *

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Chapter 3 - Married Stallions Hit It Better

“Well, well, looks like you all had your fun,” Pinkie said, her voice carrying that unsettling mix of sweetness and something darker. She gestured toward the panting forms of Rarity and Button, and then to Sweetie Belle, who still lay on the floor, her expression a blend of satisfaction and expectation. “But I think Sweetie Belle deserves a little more attention before we call it a night, don’t you? And as for you two” - she shot a sharp look at Rarity and Button - “you’re not off the hook yet.”

As the first five stallions left, the door creaked open behind her, and three figures stepped inside, the dim light casting long shadows that stretched across the room. Sweetie’s eyes widened slightly, a new spark of interest lighting up her tired but eager gaze. Rarity and Button, meanwhile, felt their breath catch, a fresh wave of anxiety twisting in their chests as they took in the sight of the new arrivals.

First was Shining Armor, the tall, white-coated stallion whose presence filled the room. His normally calm, disciplined demeanor was tempered by something darker tonight, a grim determination that made his jaw clench as he looked over the scene before him. He cast a glance at Pinkie, then at Rarity and Button, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Beside him stood Filthy Rich, the wealthy earth pony with a coat of deep brown and a meticulously groomed mane. His usual air of professionalism had been replaced by a predatory interest as he surveyed the scene, his gaze lingering on Rarity with a mix of curiosity and something darker.

And finally, there was Mr. Cake, the lanky, yellow-coated baker from Sugarcube Corner. His normally gentle smile was absent, replaced with a more serious, contemplative expression as he glanced between Sweetie Belle and the bound, broken figures of Rarity and Button. His eyes met Pinkie’s, and she gave him a reassuring nod, as if to remind him of his role in this twisted game.

Shining Armor stepped forward first, his hooves clopping heavily against the floor as he took in the sight of his new... opportunity. He glanced briefly at Sweetie Belle, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, but his expression hardened as he turned to Pinkie.

“You sure about this, Pinkie?” he asked, his voice low, carrying the weight of his conflicting emotions. But there was a note of anticipation there, too, a hint of desire that he couldn’t fully mask.

Pinkie’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with something almost feral. “Oh, I’m sure, Prince Shining Armor. Sweetie Belle deserves all the attention she can get, and Rarity and Button... well, they still have lessons to learn.” She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that carried just enough to reach the ears of everyone in the room. “Besides, you’ve got experience with giving true passionate love, right?”

Shining Armor’s jaw tightened, and he gave a short, sharp nod, turning his gaze back to the scene before him, the edges of his hesitation fading as the darker pull of the moment took over. Filthy Rich and Mr. Cake exchanged glances, then followed his lead, stepping further into the room, ready to take their turn in the night’s twisted proceedings.

Pinkie’s grin didn’t waver as she addressed the three of them, her tone bright and chipper despite the weight of her words. “All right, boys! Let’s make sure Sweetie Belle gets everything she wants tonight - and show these two what it really means to break a heart.”

Shining Armor stepped forward, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the room as he approached Sweetie Belle. His deep blue eyes locked onto hers, his expression softening as he took in her eager, expectant look. He knelt down beside her, reaching out a hoof to gently brush a stray lock of her tangled mane from her face. Despite the intensity of the night, there was a tenderness in his touch, a warmth that contrasted sharply with the harshness of the evening’s events.

He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a slow, lingering kiss, one that sent a shiver down Sweetie’s spine. His mouth moved against hers with practiced ease, coaxing a soft sigh from her lips as she melted into the touch. When he finally pulled back, his breath warm against her face, his expression was serious but tinged with a gentle smile.

“I was trained in how to make love by the Princess of Love herself,” he whispered, his voice low and reassuring, each word carrying a promise. He gazed deeply into her eyes, his tone filled with a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat. “I’ll be loving and gentle, Sweetie Belle. I’ll make sure you feel treasured tonight. I’ll be the best you’ve had... I promise.”

Sweetie’s breath caught, her heart fluttering at the unexpected gentleness in his words, the way his hoof cradled her cheek. She nodded, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips as she reached up to pull him closer. Shining’s smile widened just a bit before he leaned in again, capturing her lips in another soft kiss, his body pressing against hers with a care that made her arch toward him, eager to experience the kind of tenderness he offered.

Meanwhile, Filthy Rich and Mr. Cake exchanged knowing glances, each sizing up their new partners with a more focused intent. Filthy’s eyes lingered on Rarity, who still hung bound in her ropes, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself up after everything she’d endured. He stepped forward, his expression shifting to one of dark satisfaction as he circled her, letting his hoof trail along the curve of her back, savoring the shudder that ran through her.

“Well, Miss Rarity,” Filthy Rich murmured, his voice dripping with mock politeness as he positioned himself behind her, pressing his chest against her back. “I think it’s time we discussed the value of loyalty, don’t you? You’ve proven to not truly embody generosity, despite your element.”

Rarity’s breath hitched, her body tensing beneath his touch, but she couldn’t muster the strength to pull away. Filthy’s hooves gripped her flanks firmly, and he leaned down to murmur in her ear, each word sending a shiver through her. She closed her eyes, biting down on the gag as she felt him press against her entrance, knowing she had little choice but to endure this final indignity.

Across the room, Mr. Cake approached Button, his steps hesitant at first, but his expression growing more determined as he glanced back at Pinkie, who nodded encouragingly. He reached out, lifting Button’s chin to meet his gaze. Button’s eyes were red and raw with exhaustion, but there was a flicker of defiance there that made Mr. Cake’s mouth twist into a sad smile.

“Sometimes, you have to learn the hard way, son,” Mr. Cake said quietly, his tone holding a note of sympathy even as he positioned himself behind Button, his hooves finding a firm grip on the younger stallion’s hips. He pressed forward, a soft sigh escaping him as he slid into Button with a slow, careful motion, feeling the way the young stallion’s body shuddered around him.

Button’s breath caught, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to brace himself, but Mr. Cake’s movements were surprisingly measured, each thrust slow and deliberate, as if he were trying to make the experience bearable for them both.

* * *

Shining Armor’s muzzle brushed against Sweetie Belle’s in a slow, tender kiss, his hooves cradling her face as if she might vanish at any moment. He took his time, savoring the taste of her, the warmth of her breath mingling with his own. Sweetie Belle melted into the kiss, pressing her soft, velvety coat against him, the heat between them growing stronger with every passing second. She reached up, her hooves tangling in his mane, pulling him closer, as if she couldn’t bear to let him go.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to see her flushed cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, he smiled - a gentle, reassuring curve of his lips. His hoof trailed down her neck, tracing the line of her throat, then lower, caressing the soft curves of her body.

“Sweetie,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, “are you sure you want this?”

Sweetie Belle met his gaze, her eyes wide and sincere, and she nodded, her cheeks a warm shade of pink. “Yes, Shining... I want you. I want everything with you.” Her voice held a shy but earnest plea, sending a shiver through him, making his heart race. He leaned in again, capturing her lips in another kiss, but this time with more urgency, a promise of what was to come.

His hooves moved lower, skimming over the curve of her back, pulling her close until their bodies pressed together. Sweetie’s hind legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, drawing him in, urging him closer. Shining positioned himself between her thighs, his hooves supporting her as he guided himself against her entrance, pausing for just a moment to savor the look in her eyes, the anticipation there. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his breath warm against her fur as he whispered, “I’ll be gentle.”

Sweetie Belle bit her lip, nodding as she felt him begin to press into her, his cock moving slowly, deliberately, easing into her inch by inch. Her breath caught, her body tensing at the sensation, but Shining’s hooves were there, smoothing over her sides, his touch grounding her, helping her to relax. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured against her ear, his voice filled with affection. “Just breathe, Sweetie. I’m here.”

She exhaled shakily, her grip on his shoulders tightening as he slid deeper, filling her completely. The stretch made her whimper, but beneath the ache, there was a warmth, a fullness that made her pulse quicken. Shining nuzzled along her jawline, his muzzle brushing over her fur as he murmured reassurances, his movements slow and careful as he began to move inside her, each thrust measured, easing her into the rhythm of his body.

“Shining…” Sweetie gasped, her voice catching as she arched into him, her hind legs tightening around his waist. He responded with a low hum, his muzzle brushing over her ear, his pace unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world. She clung to him, her body softening, yielding to the slow, steady rhythm of his hips, the warmth of his breath against her fur.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to the heat building between them. “Just feel me, Sweetie. It’s just us.” He kissed her again, a deep, lingering press of lips that made her breath catch, and as she melted into him, she felt a new kind of closeness, a bond that went beyond the physical.

And then, as their bodies moved together, the air around them thick with heat and promise, Sweetie Belle’s breath grew heavier, the need in her eyes shifting into something more intense, more vulnerable. Her hooves slid down his back, her touch urgent as she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need. “Shining… I want more than just this. I want to feel you... all of you. Make it real.”

Shining stilled for a moment, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling as her words sank in. A deep, primal thrill shot through him at the thought of what she was asking. He held her tighter, the tenderness in his eyes shifting into something more intense, more driven. “You really want that, Sweetie? To feel everything I have to give?”

Sweetie nodded, her body arching against his, her voice barely more than a breath. “Yes... I want it, Shining. I want to carry your foal.” Her words, so full of trust and desire, sent a shiver through him, making his heart race. He kissed her deeply, pouring all the unspoken emotions between them into the press of his lips, before pulling back just enough to see the determination in her gaze.

Shining’s horn began to glow softly, the magic casting a warm light over their joined bodies. He focused, channeling a spell he had only ever imagined using in moments like this - one meant to enhance fertility, to ensure that every drop he gave her would have its best chance. He felt the magic hum between them, settling deep inside her, and he let out a shaky breath. “Sweetie… I’m casting the spell. Are you ready?”

Sweetie’s eyes shimmered, her breath catching as she nodded, pressing closer to him, feeling the warmth of his magic pulse through her. “Yes, Shining. I want it. I’m ready.”

With a low, hungry sound, his grip on her hips tightened, but his touch remained gentle, guiding her as he began to move again, each thrust more purposeful now, driven by the promise they had just made to each other. Sweetie’s breath caught, her moans growing more desperate as she rocked beneath him, her body responding to the way he filled her, each movement pushing her closer to the edge.

The rhythm between them picked up, a deeper urgency driving Shining now, but he never let go of the tenderness, his lips brushing over her flushed cheeks, her forehead, her mouth. Sweetie clung to him, her hind legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she whispered his name, the word turning into a plea as her own need overtook her.

“I’m going to give you everything, Sweetie,” he growled against her ear, his voice rough with determination. “You’re going to take all of it, and I’m going to make sure it counts.” His hips snapped forward, pushing deep, and she could feel the weight of his promise with every thrust, each movement driving the spell deeper, making the air between them spark with magic and heat.

Sweetie’s breath hitched, her mind spinning with the thought of it, of him truly claiming her, leaving her filled with his seed. She clung to him tighter, a desperate, keening moan escaping her lips as she bucked up to meet his movements, her voice breaking with need. “Yes! Yes, Shining! Do it… fill me up, make me yours.”

The rhythm between them grew wild, Shining’s hips moving with a powerful urgency, his thrusts deep and unrelenting. He could feel the way her body tightened around him, almost as if it was drawing him in, desperate to take everything he had to give. The thought of his seed spilling into her, of leaving her with a part of him, sent him spiraling closer to the edge, and he buried himself deep with a final, powerful thrust.

With a guttural moan, he released inside her, his magic flaring bright as he poured into her, his release hot and thick, filling her completely. Sweetie Belle cried out, her body shuddering as she felt the warmth of him flood her, the spell amplifying every sensation, making the heat of his release spread deep inside her. She clung to him, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as she rode the waves of her own pleasure, her mind spinning with the thought that she might leave this night with the promise of new life inside her.

Shining held her through it all, his body trembling with the aftershocks, and he pressed soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, whispering promises of what would come. Sweetie lay beneath him, flushed and spent, a blissful smile playing on her lips as she savored the feeling of being so utterly filled, so completely claimed, his warmth settling into her as the magic lingered between them.

* * *

Across the room, the tension between Filthy Rich and Rarity reached its peak. His grip on her bound body was tight, his thrusts brutal and unyielding, each one driving her harder against the ropes that held her in place. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with the rough grunts and strained, muffled cries that escaped from Rarity's gagged mouth. Her back arched, her legs trembling beneath her as she struggled to maintain her footing against the relentless pace.

Filthy leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear as he sneered, his voice a mocking growl. “You’re mine now, Rarity. No more high-and-mighty looks, no more turning your nose up. This is where you belong, on your knees, taking what I give you.”

Rarity squeezed her eyes shut, but there was no escape from the sensations overwhelming her, from the heat coiling in her belly despite the shame that burned through her. Each thrust seemed to strip away her dignity, leaving her gasping and quivering beneath him. Her body responded even when her mind rebelled, and she could feel the tension inside her building, the tight knot of sensation that refused to be ignored.

Filthy’s pace grew frantic, his fingers digging into her flanks as he felt his release nearing. “You’re gonna remember this,” he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction. With a final, rough thrust, he buried himself deep, groaning low as he spilled into her, his hot release flooding her with a sharp pulse of warmth. Rarity shuddered, a muffled sob slipping from her lips as she felt the heat of him filling her, her body slumping against the ropes as he pulled out, leaving her spent and trembling.

Not far away, Mr. Cake’s rhythm grew more desperate as he took Button from behind, each thrust driving the younger stallion’s body forward against the hard floor. Button’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his muscles straining as he fought against the mix of sensations that wracked his body - shame, pain, and a twisted thread of unwilling pleasure that sent heat pooling in his gut. He could feel the weight of Mr. Cake’s presence behind him, the steady pressure of each movement driving home the reality of his position.

Mr. Cake’s grip on Button’s hips tightened, his voice low, breathless. “You’re gonna learn to take responsibility, Button,” he murmured, his words barely audible over the sound of their bodies moving together. “You’ll remember this lesson every time you think about betraying a mare that loved you.”

Button’s eyes burned with unshed tears, his face pressed against the floor as he tried to swallow the sobs that welled up in his chest. But when Mr. Cake’s thrusts turned erratic, his pace faltering, Button’s breath hitched. A final, deep push had Mr. Cake spilling inside him, a broken moan escaping his lips as he released, filling Button with the warmth of his climax.

Button’s entire body tensed, a strangled sound escaping him as he felt the heat of Mr. Cake’s release, his muscles locking in response. As Mr. Cake pulled out, panting heavily, Button collapsed against the floor, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, the shame and heat of it all washing over him in waves.

The room fell into a strange silence, the air heavy with the mingled scents of sweat and sex. Rarity and Button lay where they had fallen, their bodies spent, their breaths uneven. Filthy Rich and Mr. Cake looked down at their handiwork with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering heat, but their gazes soon shifted to the gentle scene across the room - Sweetie Belle nestled in Shining Armor’s embrace, her flushed face turned up to his with a contented sigh, their coupling carrying a warmth that contrasted sharply with the aftermath of the harsher acts.

Each of them, in their own way, had taken what they wanted from the night, leaving behind a tangled mess of desire, power, and satisfaction.

* * *

After the room fell into silence, Pinkie Pie stepped forward, her usual bubbly demeanor nowhere to be found as she began to untie the ropes that held Rarity and Button. Her movements were quick but gentle, the knots coming undone with a few practiced tugs. She helped Rarity to her hooves first, offering her a soft, apologetic look that Rarity barely acknowledged. Tears streamed down Rarity’s cheeks, smudging her carefully applied makeup, and she didn’t look back as she stumbled toward the door, her breaths coming in broken sobs. Without a word, she pushed her way out of the room, her head held low, leaving the echoes of her pain behind her.

Button Mash watched her go, a hollow ache in his chest, but he barely had time to dwell on it before Sweetie Belle’s voice cut through the quiet. She was still cradled in Shining Armor’s forelegs, his body a solid, protective presence beside her, but her eyes were fixed firmly on Button. There was a new edge to her voice, something cold and unyielding, as she addressed him.

“If you want me back, Button,” she said, her tone clear and firm despite the softness of her words, “there’s something you’re going to have to do for me.” She shifted slightly, resting a hoof against her belly, her meaning unmistakable. “You’ll have to raise Shining’s foal as your own.”

Button’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening as the weight of her words settled over him. He looked from Sweetie to Shining, who held her with an expression of protective calm, and then back to Sweetie, searching her face for any hint of a joke or hesitation. But her expression was unyielding, her gaze steady, even as her lips curved into a small, almost pitying smile.

“You want me to raise... his foal?” Button’s voice trembled, his mind struggling to wrap around the enormity of what she was asking. He had imagined different ways that this night might have ended, but this? This was beyond anything he could have imagined.

Sweetie Belle nodded, her expression unchanging. “Yes. That’s what it’ll take, Button. You take responsibility for our future, for my happiness… even if that means raising the foal Shining and I made together.” She leaned closer to Shining, resting her head against his shoulder as she continued, her voice softening. “You have a choice. But if you want me by your side, this is the only way.”

Button stood frozen in place, his mind spinning with conflicting emotions - anger, jealousy, fear, and a deep, lingering love for Sweetie that he couldn’t quite shake. He looked at her, saw the resolve in her eyes, and knew that she wouldn’t bend. He glanced over at Shining Armor, whose gaze remained steady, a challenge in the depths of his eyes, as if daring Button to accept the terms that Sweetie had laid out.

The decision loomed before Button, heavy and inevitable, and he could feel the weight of it pressing down on him, crushing his chest as he tried to find the words, the strength, to respond.

Shining Armor let out a snort, his lips curling into a wry, knowing smile as he looked down at Button Mash, whose face was a storm of emotions - confusion, hurt, desperation. He shook his head, his gaze turning dismissive. “He doesn’t have it in him,” Shining muttered, his voice low but filled with a quiet certainty. Then, turning back to Sweetie Belle, he softened, his eyes warm as they met hers, his hoof reaching up to brush a strand of her mane from her face.

“There’s something you should know, Sweetie,” he continued, his voice growing more tender as he spoke directly to her, ignoring Button’s stricken expression. “Cadance and I... we’ve talked. She’s been struggling with how busy she is - barely has time for me anymore. And it’s upsetting her that I’ve been... unhappy.” He paused, searching Sweetie’s eyes for her reaction, then pressed on, his tone deepening. “She wants me to take a second wife, to start a herd. And I want that second wife to be you.”

Sweetie Belle’s eyes widened, her breath catching, but the look in her gaze shifted - curiosity, excitement, and a growing hope kindling in her chest. Shining’s words wrapped around her like a promise, offering her something beyond anything she had dared to imagine. “Marry me, Sweetie,” Shining said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, his forehead resting gently against hers. “I’ll make you a Princess of the Crystal Empire. Let me take you somewhere you’ll be cherished, where you’ll never have to look back at this place again.”

Sweetie Belle felt a shiver run through her, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced briefly at Button Mash, seeing the pain in his eyes, but her decision had already been made. With a deep breath, she cupped Shining’s face in her hooves and leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a slow, fervent kiss. The taste of him was warm, reassuring, filled with promises of a life she had only dreamed of.

When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her voice trembling but steady. “I accept,” she said, the words ringing out clearly in the room, leaving no space for doubt. “I’m done with Ponyville. I’m done with everything that held me back here.” Her eyes shone with determination as she looked up at Shining Armor, her hoof still resting against his chest. “Take me home, husband.”

Shining Armor’s face broke into a broad, triumphant smile, the kind of smile that came with knowing he’d won something precious. He wrapped Sweetie Belle in a strong embrace, lifting her effortlessly as he stood, his smile wide. “Your new life starts now, Sweetie Belle. I’ll give you everything - every luxury, every comfort, and a place where you’ll be treated like the princess you deserve to be. Princess Sweetie Belle.”

As Shining Armor held Sweetie Belle close, guiding her towards the door, she paused, placing a gentle hoof on his chest to stop him. Her gaze softened as she looked up into his eyes, a small, wistful smile tugging at her lips.

“I know you’re offering me the world, Shining. Castles, titles, a life of luxury… And I’ll accept every gift you give me. But,” she leaned in, her voice dropping to a near whisper, “what I want most of all is your love. I don’t care about the titles or the riches if I can’t have that. I just want to know that I matter to you, that this-” she gestured between them, her eyes shining with emotion, “-means as much to you as it does to me.”

Shining’s expression softened, his strong, commanding presence giving way to something more vulnerable. He cupped her cheek with one hoof, his touch gentle as he tilted her face up to meet his gaze. “Sweetie, you’ve already got my heart. You’ve had it for years without ever knowing it.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, lingering there as if sealing a promise between them. “I’ll give you everything I have, but I’ll never forget what you truly want from me. My love is yours, Sweetie Belle - every part of it.”

Sweetie melted into the kiss, her chest swelling with warmth, and when she pulled back, there was a peace in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. She nodded, resting her head against Shining’s shoulder as he guided her out of the room. Together, they stepped out into the night, leaving behind the shadows of Ponyville and stepping into a future shaped by their own desires and promises.

Shining Armor paused as they reached the doorway, a wistful look passing over his face. He turned to Sweetie Belle, brushing a gentle hoof along her mane as memories stirred behind his eyes. “Sweetie, I remember seeing you at my wedding with Cadance,” he began, his voice soft, the words carrying the weight of old feelings. “You were just a filly then, but even back then, you were the most beautiful unicorn I’d ever seen. I couldn’t take my eyes off you, even when I knew it wasn’t right.”

Sweetie’s breath caught, and she looked up at him, a mixture of surprise and something deeper flickering in her expression. Shining’s hoof moved to cup her cheek, his touch lingering as he continued, his voice growing more tender. “I’ve been waiting for years, waiting for the day you’d grow into the mare I knew you could be - the mare I’ve been in love with for longer than I probably should have been.” He let out a soft chuckle, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone, but his eyes remained warm, locked on hers. “And now that you’re here, now that you’re finally mine… I want Cadance to be there when I make you my wife, Sweetie. Our wedding, together.”

Sweetie’s heart swelled at his words, a shiver running down her spine. She reached up to cover his hoof with her own, leaning into the warmth of his touch. “You’ve been waiting all this time?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, a soft awe in her tone. “All I ever wanted was to be special to somepony. I’ll marry you, Shining, and we’ll make a new life together.”

A smile curved Shining’s lips, a mix of relief and joy, and he pressed another kiss to her forehead, lingering there as if savoring the feel of her against him. “Then let’s not wait any longer,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Let’s go home, Sweetie. I’ll make sure our future is everything you’ve dreamed of.”

With Sweetie nestled against his side, they stepped out of the room, leaving behind the past and all its complications. The night air was cool and clear as they walked into the darkness, but Sweetie Belle felt a warmth inside her that promised a bright, new dawn.

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Button Mash lingered for a while after they left, standing alone in the dim room, the echoes of their voices still ringing in his ears. But the silence quickly became too much to bear, pressing in on him like a weight. He took a shaky breath, then followed them outside, hoping - though he didn’t know for what. A word, a glance, anything that might hint that this wasn’t the end.

He stepped out into the cool night air, his eyes scanning the empty street until he spotted them further down, their figures illuminated by the lanterns lining the way to the train station. He kept his distance, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched them together, Sweetie Belle leaning into Shining Armor’s side, the way she smiled up at him, the way Shining’s strong, protective stance spoke of a future he couldn’t share. It was like a scene from a dream, but it wasn’t his.

Button’s hooves carried him forward, almost of their own accord, until he found himself standing just shy of the station platform. He watched as the train pulled in, steam billowing around them, the noise drowning out every other sound. He wanted to call out to her, to say something that might change her mind, but the words caught in his throat, choking him. His legs felt like they might give out from the sheer weight of it all.

Sweetie Belle turned for a moment, her eyes sweeping the platform, and for a fleeting second, she met Button’s gaze. He saw a flicker of something in her expression - regret, sadness, maybe a whisper of the past they shared - but it faded quickly, replaced by the serene determination that had carried her through tonight.

Button’s breath hitched as he realized that she truly meant to leave, that she was leaving everything behind - Ponyville, her old life, and all the memories they’d once shared. She didn’t even carry a bag; there was nothing she wanted to take with her. Nothing except Shining Armor and the promise of a future she believed in. But as Button stood there, frozen and aching, he knew she had taken something after all. She had taken his heart, and she was carrying it away without even looking back.

Shining Armor helped Sweetie Belle onto the train, his magic flaring briefly to steady her as she stepped up. Their silhouettes were framed against the warm glow spilling from the windows. The whistle blew, a low, mournful sound, and Button felt the ground shift beneath his hooves as the train began to move, carrying her further and further away from him. He watched until the train was nothing but a distant light against the dark horizon, and then even that vanished, leaving him alone in the cold night air.

Tears stung at his eyes, but he forced them back, swallowing down the hurt that clawed at his chest. Sweetie Belle was gone, and with her, she had taken the last piece of hope he had clung to.

* * *

Button Mash wandered through the quiet streets of Ponyville, each step taking him further from the station and closer to the place where everything had come undone. His mind was a blur of images - Sweetie Belle in Shining Armor's embrace, the train pulling away, the future she had chosen without him. The ache in his chest twisted tighter with every breath, until he found himself standing before Carousel Boutique, the scene of his own humiliation and pain.

The door creaked open beneath his touch, and he stepped inside, the air still heavy with the lingering scent of sweat, musk, and shame. His hooves carried him through the dimly lit room, past scattered fabric and toppled mannequins, until he found Rarity in the back, still bound in her own misery. She sat slumped against the edge of a display, her mane tangled, makeup smeared across her tear-streaked cheeks. Her body bore the marks of the night - the bruises, the ropes' red lines still visible on her flanks, and the telltale, glistening traces of what had been forced upon her.

She looked up as he entered, her eyes wide with a mixture of lingering shock and a desperate, hollow emptiness. But Button didn't speak. He didn’t ask her if she was all right or offer comfort. He didn’t wait for any acknowledgment of his presence, or even a word of consent. Something dark and feral had gripped him, something that demanded release, a need to reclaim a piece of the control he had lost.

Without warning, he lunged forward, his body slamming into hers with a force that left no room for resistance. His mouth found hers, crushing her lips beneath his, a growl rumbling deep in his chest as he pushed her back against the display. She gasped into the kiss, a small, broken sound, her body stiffening in shock as he pinned her down. Her back arched, pressing against the edge of the counter, her legs trembling as he forced them apart.

Button’s breath came in ragged pants, his mind flashing back to the way he had been held down, used, humiliated. Now, he poured all of that fury, all of that shame, into the savage movements of his body, giving her no space to think or protest. He buried himself inside her with a fierce, punishing thrust, wrenching a startled cry from her lips.

He moved with a relentless rhythm, his hooves gripping her flanks, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin of her neck as he pounded into her. Each thrust was a bitter echo of the night’s events, a way of forcing the memories out of his mind, of taking back the power he had lost. Rarity’s voice wavered, rising and falling in a mix of gasping breaths and broken moans as her body struggled to keep up with the brutal pace he set.

But Button didn’t slow, didn’t soften. He kept his eyes shut tight, shutting out the sight of her tear-streaked face, shutting out everything except the raw, burning need to reclaim a piece of himself, no matter how twisted the means.

Button Mash’s movements grew more frenzied, his breath coming out in ragged bursts as he drove into Rarity with a desperate, unyielding need. His grip on her flanks tightened, his teeth grazing along her neck, his hooves pressing her harder against the counter’s edge. Every thrust was a release of the anger, the hurt, the sense of powerlessness that had twisted inside him since the night began. Rarity’s voice broke into gasping cries, her legs trembling as she struggled to endure the force of him, her body reacting despite the pain and shame that lingered in her eyes.

He could feel himself nearing the edge, a coil of heat tightening in his belly, driving him faster, harder, until he buried himself deep with a final, shuddering thrust. He released inside her, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as he felt his warmth spill into her, mingling with everything that had been left behind by those who came before him. His breaths came out harsh and uneven, his body trembling as he held her down, pressing into her as if trying to claim her in a way that no one else could.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The air between them was thick with tension, filled with the scent of sweat and desperation. Button pulled back just enough to look down at her, his eyes hard, his chest still heaving. Rarity’s face was flushed, her lips parted, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears as she looked up at him, her body pinned beneath the weight of what had just happened.

Button reached out, grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze, his voice a harsh whisper as he spoke. “After tonight, Rarity… you and I, we’re stuck together. Do you understand?” He didn’t let her look away, didn’t let her retreat into the shame and confusion that clouded her eyes. “This town will never look at us the same. They’ll never let us have anyone else. It’s you and me, or it’s being alone forever.”

Rarity swallowed hard, her breaths coming in broken, uneven gasps. She tried to find words, but they died on her lips, leaving her staring up at him with a raw, haunted look. Button’s grip on her chin loosened slightly, but his expression remained cold, unforgiving, as if he could already see the future they would be forced to face.

“Make your choice, Rarity,” he growled, his voice low, almost a plea despite the roughness in his tone. “I won’t beg, but I’m not going to let you pretend that this never happened.” He released her, stepping back just enough to let her rise, but he stayed close, his breath mingling with hers as he waited for her answer, as if the entire world was balanced on the edge of her next word.

Rarity slowly pushed herself up, her legs unsteady as she rose from the counter, her breath still coming in uneven gasps. She seemed dazed, her mind a tangled mess of emotions - shame, sorrow, and a lingering ache that refused to fade. She barely seemed to register the room around her, the once pristine Boutique now littered with the remnants of a night that had shattered everything she thought she knew.

For a moment, Button thought she might lash out at him, reject him, turn away and leave him standing in the wreckage. But then she turned, her gaze dropping to the bed. Rarity moved towards it slowly, her hooves carrying her over to the edge before she climbed onto the sheets, her movements tentative, almost hesitant. She glanced back at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she tried to find something – anything - to anchor herself in the chaos of their shattered lives.

With a shuddering breath, she lowered herself onto her forelegs, raising her hindquarters, and her tail lifted, flagging to the side. It was a gesture as old as instinct, a silent invitation that spoke of surrender and something deeper, a decision made in the face of a future that seemed to offer only loneliness. “You lost your marefriend… and I lost my sister,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, trembling with the weight of the truth between them. “If all we have is each other, then take me, Button. Take me like this is all we have left.”

Her words hung in the air, raw and aching, cutting through the silence like a knife. Button’s breath caught, his chest tightening as he took in the sight of her - the way her body trembled, the way her voice wavered as she gave herself over to whatever they had left.

Button Mash didn’t hesitate as he moved in behind Rarity, his body pressing against hers with a rough, unspoken urgency. He pushed forward, taking her without a word, his hooves gripping her flanks tightly as he drove into her. The bed creaked beneath them, the room filled with the raw, animal sounds of their bodies colliding. Rarity let out a choked gasp, her hooves digging into the mattress, her face buried in the tangled sheets as she took every hard, unforgiving thrust.

Button’s breath came out in sharp, uneven bursts, his mind a whirlwind of anger and loss. He buried himself deep, his body moving with a relentless rhythm, his focus solely on the desperate need to reclaim something—anything—from the wreckage of the night. He could feel Rarity’s body shudder beneath him, her breaths turning into ragged whimpers, but he didn’t slow, didn’t soften.

When he finally released, it was with a low, guttural sound, his warmth spilling into her once more, mingling with the mess left behind by all those before him. He lingered there, catching his breath, his face so close to hers that he could see the tear tracks staining her cheeks.

In moment of post-nut clarity… he knew what he had to do… his only real choice if he wanted to escape the pain of the last 36 hours.

Leaning down, he pressed his mouth close to her ear, his voice a harsh whisper filled with bitterness. “I’d rather be alone than marry the mare that cost me everything. I can only pray you’re not pregnant after tonight’s fun…” He pulled away sharply, leaving her there on the bed, her body still trembling from the force of it all.

Button turned away from the bed without looking back, his chest tight with the weight of the choice he had made, his hooves carrying him out of the Boutique and into the cold night air, ring of the door’s bell sounding hollow as he left Rarity behind in the shadows of her own sorrow.

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Author's Note

This completes the story. Now, I do have an idea for a sequel called Button's Redemption, comment below if you'd like to see it.