Button stared meticulously in the mirror at his choice of costume, he had the tunic, the sword and shield, he had even dyed his mane blonde for tonight, but something still felt missing.
“C’mon…whats missing!” he said to himself, looking over to a picture on his computer.
“ah...I got it” he said with delight, grabbing a pair of sheep-skin Ugg Boots from his closet.
“looking pretty flash if I do say so myself” Button complemented, making heroic poses in the mirror.
“Oh button you beast” He said Jokingly, not aware that his mother had just entered the room.
“Arnt you the lady killer” gasped Karin as she rolled around on the floor in laughter.
“MOM…KNOCK NEXT TIME!” Button yelled, throwing a jacket over himself.
“Sorry honey…But…Hahah” she replied, not even able to finish her sentence through the hysteria.
“MOOOM!” Button whined, not a soul able to stop his mother’s fit.
“haha..so that explains the hair thing…haha..” she joked ,her laughing finally dying down to a chuckle.
“so…Link…where’s this party at” His mother asked.
“Applebloom’s house, she’s having a Halloween bash” Button replied.
“Will there be any alcohol there” she asked judgmentally, giving a stink eye.
“uh..No” Button lied.
“Pussy” Karin joked.
“I think I go now, I’ll be back around 12” Button stated, picking up his saddlebag.
“Don’t Die” His dearest mother replied, picking up some dirty laundry and leaving the room.
*Bring Bring, Bring Bring* went Button’s cellphone, he picked it up and looked at the number, giving a small smile he clicked it open and answered it.
“Hey Babe” He said proudly.
“Hey yourself Butt-head, what time you showing up, its kicking up over here” Sweetie bell asked, the sound of remixed music in the background.
“should only be ten minute, Im leaving now…anything you want me to bring”.
“A brain”
“ha, already lost that, should I bring some…you know”.
“I doubt we’ll get the time too babe, the house is pretty packed, save them for another time” Sweetie replied.
“Ok…See you soon”.
“bye Butt”.
Button clicked shut his phone and left the house, he looked up at the sky, Every Nightmare night gives it a dark ominous feel, Button thought that this year the pegasi must have changed something because the sky had a strange green glow to it that seemed to give that nice festive touch.
As button walked down the street he could see hordes of trick-o-treaters roaming from house to house with bulging bags of goodies, it made button starving to see all that sugar and chocolate being thrown around, he could take it.
Button walked up to house that was covered in jack-o-lanterns and spider webs, he gave a hesitant wrap on the door and waited, the door opened and an elderly mare came out with a bowel of gummy hooves, button’s mouth was throffing .
“oow and what are you supposed to be?” the lady asked in a delightful tone.
“I’m The hero of time” button replied happily.
“oh A fairy…I love fairies” said the grey mare, clearly some-what deaf.
“What?, no…I’m” button tried to reply before the women shoveled a mountain of chocolate and gummy into his saddlebag, filling it to burst.
“HOOOOOOLY MAMA!” Button stated barely able to carry the weight.
“are you sure that’s enough dearie?” the lady asked, re-adjusting her spectacles.
“Definitely...Thank you so much “ Button replied, throwing a few freddo frogs into his mouth.
The old mare wished Button a Merry Nightmare Night then reseeded back into her elderly domain, leaving Link to snack on his bounty.
Button headed back on track towards Applebloom’s farm with a now satisfied pace, admiring the costumes in the which the treaters wore, there were your standard stock of frankenponies and wolf-mares while other got more advanced with 'thousand bit' Predator costumes and Jason vorhees get-ups. One troupe that Button thought was odd was a group of three Ponies, one was a pale boy a few years older than button who dressed up like a vampire, one a grizzled brown Colt with red armour and an out-landish axe with the last a pretty looking white mare in a leather green dress, the three seemed somewhat strange.
*OOOOFFFF* went Button as he walked right into the large Colt dressed up as trailer trash.
“ow mate, what do ya think ya doing, watch were ya goin’ ey’” he stated, pushing button onto the ground, tipping his half-eaten stock of lollies onto the pavement.
“hmm…looks like a nice haul mate, Im sure you wouldn’t mind if we helped ourselves” the thug joked, two beefcakes emerging from behind him, each looking as thick as the other.
“Fuck off there mine” button spoke back.
The trailer trash said nothing but merely came over and kicked him in the stomach as he was getting up.
“ogghhh!” went Button, flattening on the ground, the big guys scooped up all his hard earned lollies and booted the saddle bag into a nearby hedge bush.
“erhhh…Assholes…” whined Button, clutching his body.
“Ok fairy boy you get time out” joked the thug, picking button up and throwing him into a rubbish bin, the Hero of time now the hero of trash. Button could hear them laughing and kicking on the bin.
“See ya round Ponyboy haha!” one of them said in the distance, they were gone.
Button emerged from the pumpkin guts and old packaging, slithering out like a depressing caterpillar.
“…Assholes” button said sadly, limping over to the hedges and retrieving his bag, he looked inside and SHIT!, his phone was snapped in two.
“C’mon man!”he yelled to himself, brushing himself off and returning to his quest.
Nothing was going to ruin this night.
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AppleBloom’s farm was radiating with the glow of laser lighting and strobes, she must have went all out for tonight, surrounding the farm were the tall crops of corn ,planted for the summer harvest, they looked somewhat spooky in a ‘Children of the corn’ type of way.
Button walked up to the door, seeing on the porch two Freddy and Jason dressed ponies making out heavily.
‘hmm cute’ button thought to himself.
*KNOCK KNOCK* he wrapped, Applebloom emerging dressed as a witch, she gave button a friendly hug then ushered him in, the party was definitely pumping, there were ghouls everywhere dancing, drinking, chatting and generally doing any stereotypical thing that kids his age would.
“Button!” hardily said Rumble, dressed as a rocky horror transvestite.
“uhhh…Rumble...” button went.
“Rumble rubbed his neck, “well ya see…I lost”.
“You lost a bet again didn’t you” Button added.
“yeah…, with Inkspot, he won....I didn't” the sweet transvestite from transsexual Transylvania replied.
“how’s it feel” Button joked.
“…Empowering” his friend joked.
“hey, where’s Sweetie?” Link asked, eager to see her.
“oh she’s up stair fucking Backslash” replied Rumble.
“WHAT!”.
“just kidding…she’s sitting on the staircase with Sugar-bisquet.
The two friends bro-hugged then they went over to Sweetie, she seemed to be discussing why there’s more to 'Safire shores' than just her huge ass.
“hello ladies” said Button.
“Babe you showed” Sweetie belle stated, getting up and wrapping her arms around him, she gave him a loving kiss then said “why do you smell like pumpkins?”.
“oh, I was making a jack-o-lantern before I came so that’s what that is” lied Button, giving a less than believing smile.
“anyway, lets get really drunk and do really stupid things” sweetie said cheerfully, poking Link on the tip of his nose.
“way ahead of you” went Button, grabbing a cherry wine bottle off Rumble and sculling half of it.
The night kicked in.
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“so like…If the goddess made us in her image…..why are there like…buffalos and zebras and..yeah” stumbled Applebloom.
“I know…right, there’s so many flaws in Gai-ism” Button replied, sipping on a bottle with Sweetie belle in his lap.
“no no…I mean…are like…they people, like you and me?” she asked somewhat racistly.
“uh, I assume so” confusing answered Button.
“but they look so different”.
“that’s because they evolved in different environments from us” reasoned the Colt, using the end of his bottle to gesture towards his brain.
“then explain why ‘our’ race has magic” Confronted the yellow mare, wiping the coke and rum from her lips.
“…..”
“can we drop this” Sweetie pleaded.
Applebloom sipped her wine then looked away, “just sayin’”.
“Sooo hows Apple-jack?” asked Button Mash.
“Meh, she’s off with the team” Admitted Applebloom
“Some-other wacky adventure I assume” stated Rumble.
“pfft, no, apparently there in Manehatten working out some branding deal over the rights of their image” the yellow mare answered.
“what?”
“Yeah, something about a crappy high school show about rainbows or rocks or something”.
The group soon ascended into the long pause of awkwardness.
“…oh, did anyone hear about that Trixie wizard chick”.
“you mean the one who does those magic shows at the elders home?”.
“yeah, she got killed yesterday”.
“How?”.
“Suicide everyone’s saying, apparently she said she was going to slay a major, they found her mauled to death in the everfree forest”
“Eh, never liked her anyway”
“No-one did”
“I guess she just couldn’t ‘bear’ it anymore” joked Button, getting a stern hoof slap from Sweetie.
“Are you trying for a ‘Face’-off babe?” he re-punned.
“Are you trying to be retarded” Sweetie responded.
The music soon switched to Queen, causing the whole house to start badly clapping there hooves together to the beat of ‘We will rock you’.
*DM DM DSH, DM DM DSH*.
“Rumble began and soon most of the Colts that were conscious enough joined in. “Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise playing in the street gunna be a big man some-day, ya got mud on your face, ya big disgrace, kicking ya can all over the place! Singing!”
“WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!” rumbled the house in one voice.
Sweetie whispered something into Button's ear that made him and her get up immediately and head towards the door.
“hey where you going?” asked Applebloom.
“uh…We just going for a stroll around the farm” replied Sweetie.
“applebloom looked confused but soon got the idea, returning her attention to the chorus.
The couple stepped out into the warm air, gazing up at the full moon; it seemed alive with an eerie glow.
“Where should we go?” asked Button, slightly tipsy.
“hmm…how about the barn?” Sweetie replied.
“Sure babe” he replied.
They both wandered over to the large red barn, the corn was sort of creepy, rustling in the breeze, deep in the distance Button could hear the moans of cows.
*Hoot Hoot* went an owl atop the windmill, sending a shiver up Button’s spine.
They both creaked open the door, the structure was only lit by the beams of moonlight that tore through bits of fractured wood, Button was sort of scared but his fears subsided when Sweetie Belle wrapped her Arms around him and brang him close, as she pressed her warm body against his there was alittle quiver up button’s chest and arms.
“Button…d…do you love me” she asked, giving a melancholy face.
He paused for a second, somewhat gob-smacked by the question, he replied when he saw her face dim, “Of course…I’ve always love you”.
“With that she pulled him down into the hay and wrapped her lips around his in passion, clinging tightly too each other, Button was terrified of what next to do, thankfully Sweetie gave little cue’s for him. Soon they were tangled in a mix of hormones all screaming for one thing, Button pulled out a wrapper from inside his mane, she angled herself in preparation.
“Are you sure you want to?...” button asked mindfully.
She gave a loving node as she opened the package, slipping it on Button.
They both began there Co-op.
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“So where’s Scoot?” asked Applebloom to Rumble, both doing whisky shots.
“At home, she..*Burp*..she busted herself up on a half-pipe” Rumble replied.
Applebloom rolled her eyes, obviously used to by now her friend commonly being infirmed.
There was four seconds of silence, enough for Rumble to strike a topic that he wanted answers too.
Rumble asked unexpectedly but planned, “Oh…how’s Diamond Tiara?”.
Applebloom froze, “w..what do you mean?” she relied hesitantly.
“C’mon Blooms…We all know”.
“I..I don’t know what you’re taking about” she retorted, downing two shots quickly.
“I'm going to be honest, I couldn’t ever have pictured it, when did you two start...you know…noticing each-other?” Rumble continued, his voice slightly slurred but full of absolute conviction.
Apple bloom gave a long breathe in exhaustion, knowing she was found out, she gave Rumble what he wanted.
“we…I…starting noticing…eight Months ago, I went swimming by the lake when I spotted her relaxin’ on the bank, I thought I’d annoy her so I snuck up and dropped A huge ball’o’mud on ‘er, after that I pounced into the water and hid under some reads, before I knew it she was on top of me, pushing my head into the sand…
Her face grew soft.
“ I grabbed her round the legs and threw her as high and far as aye could,anyway I was halfway onto the bank before she grabbed mah tail and flung me to the ground” Applebloom started to wriggle on her seat uncomfortably as she reminisced.
“she jumped on me and held me down..I thought she was going ta crush my head in, but when we locked eyes there was this sort of…pause..both of us were to awkward to do anything but stay there ya know.
Applebloom gave a smirk, “her breathe smelt like strawberries and vanilla....anyway after that…well…we started hanging out…then we….yeah, got pretty serious” she finished, slowly sipping on a whiskey glass.
“…cool” carefully replied Rumble, finishing his glass.
“what can I say man, that pink little ass drives me wild” Applebloom joked.
“how is she in the sack?” Rumbled out-right asked, somewhat more curious than he was letting on.
“very self—conscious…but but lately she’s been getting alittle more adventurous, it’s…nice…ya know”.
“does anyone else know about you too?”.
Applebloom paused not really wanting to talk about it but all the same thinking heavily into it herself.
“her folks are super old-school so yeah that’s abridge not worth crossin’ while with me…I kinda feel like the apple fams already kinda get or at least know Im wired differently, like Big mac’s ‘Bi” so we all got used to that…eventually, so hey, I should be fine” she said with a concerned voice.
“if you feel like you..you know..love her, you’ll have to let them know…eventually”.
“I will I will….but…its just hard ya know, its just…what will there re-action be?, like what if Tia’s folks forbid her from being around me, thinking I’m just hillbilly trash…
I…I just don’t want to think about it…like I love her so much…But…I just don’t want people to see us differently” the yellow mare confessed, caught deep in thought.
Rumble hesitated at what to say, he wanted to just stop talking but he knew she needed to talk it out of her system…he replied genuinely if more drunkenly, “Fuck em’…If anyone told me I couldn’t be with Scootaloo I’d tell them to jam it up there ass…when did ‘they’ have control of who ‘you’ choose to love”.
“hehmmm” grunted Applebloom with whiskey in her breathe, “…your right, If I love her and she love’s me…why should we give a hoot bout what our kin thinks, if they think that what we are is wrong, why we love the way we love…that were somehow bad people because!.. “ she calmed down., “they can grow up and learn to get with the times”.
“here here!” replied Rumble, raising a shot , they both clanked and downed another bit of whiskey goodness.
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Button woke up beside Sweetie who still lay sleeping in his arms, they were both completely drained from there little…activity.
Button looked up at the rafters of the barn; the clean brown wood was crested with strains of little cobwebs that glittered in the bright moonlight like tiny diamonds, Button stared at each of them hoping he would eventually nod back off to sleep.
He could still hear the faint music from the house so he knew he must have fallen asleep about an hour ago, he felt alittle unconscious squeeze from Sweetie that made him gaze at her lovingly, her vibrant mane lay in balled knots and split ends while her white coat was all ruffed up by friction and sweat, still, she was still so gorgeous, her face just had a look of tender innocence that button adored greatly, he always wondered to himself why she would ever have feelings for him, he didn’t think he was interesting, fun or really anything other than a total geek.
He could felt something deep down inside him….it was….piss.
Button slowly lifted Sweetie’s arm of him and tried to squirm out carefully though to no use as he could see her eyes fluttering open.
“where you going?” she groaned.
“I gotta pee” he whispered back.
“k…be back soon” she replied, rubbing the end of his leg then lazily huddling back to sleep.
He creaked open the barn door and walked over to the windmill, the air now felt cool and smelt terrible, like the inside of a opened cast, he slung his arm onto one of the poles and began peeing, he looked around to find the source of the smell but noticed that it seemed to be everywhere.
Soon there was a rustling from the corn as if rabbits were playing or something, it seemed to get closer, making button gulp in fear, hoping he would finish up so he could leave.
Closer and closer came the sound, the tops of the crops bouncing about crazily.
“C’mon C’mon” pleaded Button to Button Jr.
The rustling was now right at the edge of the field and right in front of button. ‘Oh goddess!’ he thought to himself. Waiting for what-ever it was, frozen still.
Quickly the crops burst open like the gates of hell, out jumped the hideous form of…of…a little field mouse.
Button jumped in fear then quickly regretted it as he saw it was nothing more than an overly dramatic rodent.
“ahh…don’t jump scare me like that!...little…asshole” he said to the mouse, only getting a reply of *squeak*.
Button got up and headed back to the barn with his tail between his legs. He burst back into barn ad shut the door, his heart racing, in the distance he could still hear the party hanging in its suspended twilight.
He wandered back over to where Sweetie lay, her warm embrace seemed very attractive compared to the chilly air of the barn. He lied down behind her, putting an arm around her, causing her to jump a bit in surprise.
“oh…Babe, mmmm, can you quit trying to scare me, god all the moaning and banging on the walls….its annoying” she stated, re-closing her eyes.
“uh Sweets...I was over by the wind mill…” Button slowly replied.
“then who…Button…I…I think someone’s watching us” Sweetie said, her body tensing up.
The Couple sat up and perked there ears, listening deathly .
“I cant hear anything” replied Button.
“can you check it out…I'm so fucking scared right now..please” she asked jittery, clinging to Button.
“…Fuck that” he replied plainly.
The brown Colt wasn’t exactly the bravest pony.
*CRRRRKK CRRRK* went a banging on the barn door, as if someone trying to get it.
“ERRRRRRHHH!!” moaned the intruder.
“PISS OFF!” yelled button.
Sweetie gripped his arm.
“Sweetie, do you have like a flame thrower spell or something” Button asked.
“I can barely levitate stuff, the only spells I can do involve sound manipulating” she replied.
“Shit” he replied.
“REGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!” groaned whatever it was again, creaking open the barn door, casting a black long silhouette on the ground.
Button went froze like a tombstone once he looked at the intruder.
‘Oh Goddess No’ he thought, he knew exactly who it was…or more specifically, what it was; dead eyes, tattered skin, rigid body and a snarling face…it was a Fucking Zombie Man!.