//------------------------------// // Season 2 Part 2: Check Your Inventory. // Story: Button Mash: High School Life // by rock4u7 //------------------------------// The whole of the house stood dark and silent, only Broken by the dim blue light of the sun behind the clouds and the rusty tick of the grandfather clock, thankfully the cold breeze found no solace in the house, the heater blasted hot from beside the hallway. *crack* *Crack!* *CRACK!!* Button shot up awake from the couch, his eye’s a bloody red and his mane a tattered mess of hair. He looked around trying hard to remember where he was, sliding back down when he noticed the wine bottles everywhere abound. ‘I’m ok, I’m safe’ he thought to himself, looking up at the white ceiling, feeling the hot air licking at his cheeks and eyelids. His gaze soon wandered around till they found themselves parked at the ticking hands of the grandfather clock, squinting hard he could just make out that the time was 6:12 AM in the crack of dawn, seeing it he wanted to either get up and have a much deserved shower or curl up deep into the couch and cacoon himself till 2 pm. Choosing the ladder he pushed himself out of the couch and groggily got up on all fours, holding his body up he stepped his way towards the hallway, as he past the bright orange heater he feel it breathing hot air against his thigh sending a warm quiver up his back. Button crept into the tiled room, for a drug dealing drunkard Berry sure had a very clean bathroom. Turning the chrome handles he felt the deliciously warm water drizzle down his body and wash away all the filth that had cake on him for the whole of this nightmare…but it was over, no more filth, no more nightmares…only hot water, only a clean coat. Button felt euphoric as the heated liquid ran down behind his ears and between his legs, sending thrills through his body as he slowly slumped onto the tiled floor, dragging his face down along the shower wall. “ooooooh” moaned button on the floor, deciding which was better, the exhilarating feel of the warm heavenly water or the knowledge that he didn’t have to fear for his life anymore, He was safe and sound with not a care in the world, like a great mountain had just been lifted off his well-worn shoulders. Eventually (and after what could possible amount to a step water bill) he finished up his aqua-philia and hoped out the bathroom, draping himself in a pink towel and walking back down the hallway whilst whistling the elder scrolls tune along the way. As he re-entered the lounge-room he noticed his mother slowly waking up from in the far-off armchair. “Mornin’” said Button passing by and flicking on the TV. “Morning honey” yawned Karen, stretching out her arms and letting out a well-deserved groin. Flicking through the channels he decided to let it sit on ‘Doctor Whooves’. “How are you feeling?” asked his mother, pushing herself up onto her rump and running her hooves trough her mane. “Fine, just watching alittle bit of TV before I head” he replied. “What do you mean ‘head’, you’re not going anywhere except home” she replied, confused by his statement. “I’m gunna go to school today, get back into routine you know” he remarked to her, his attitude somewhat cheery compared to the dark bruises on his face. “…The fuck you are” Karen replied to him, her face covered in dumb-struck confusion. “But I want to go…….I don’t want to sit around all day” he said, drying off his mane with a few shags of the towel. “I don’t care Button, you’re in no condition to do anything today…and what would you even tell your friends about your face, you tripped into a door….five times” his Mother argued. “I want to see my mates mom, I don’t want to stay cooked up inside all day, I want to enjoy my day”. “And what’s the school going to say when they see you there, they are legally obligated to notify the guard on your….oh shit” Karen began before freezing up. She hadn’t even payed a thought to the fact that they were still looking for her son, he was still a missing child…and once they found him…they were going to ask him where he was. Karen grabbed her ears and began to think..Hard. “Mo…” asked Button. “SHHH!” she quickly shot back. “Are you OK?” he asked. “SHHH!” Karen repeated…”errr…I need a drink”. The mare sat and a wandered up towards the wine cabinet, heading up the stairs and grabbing bottle from the wooden stand, she could hear Berry and Snips from the bedroom, she gave a little smirk to her immature self. The two Pony lay entwined in each other, barely covered up by a loose blanket, they had started only a few minutes ago. Snips speed up and gave away the last of his pumps before he released what little energy he had left into her, he clasped onto Berry in a euphoric heap and rolled over onto her right. They both gave shrill exhausted gasps, trying to recover. Berry wrapped her arms around his waist, causing him to slip his under her head and shoulder, each of them giving each-other a reassuring cuddle. “I love you babe” said Snips, catching his air back. “I..Love you too” replied Berry, her face in dis-belief, she had always wanted this moment to happen, to show Snips how she felt about him, to tell him those three words that she had pinned to say for years, for years….boy did she know about years. “What’s the matter Berry?” asked the green colt, eyeing out the sad look on her face. “Snips…how…how much older am I to you, 16, 17 years?” the purple mare asked, her eye’s big and wide. “Your 34, and?” he replied, not understanding what she was saying but at the same time understanding it all the same. “Doesn’t that…bother you” she confessed. “Doesn’t feel like it, I’ve never been one to care about crap like that” he turned his head and looked her scared face deep in the eyes, calming her with a soft stare “Berry you’ve been my best friend for two years now, hell, you’ve been my only friend…the only one who gave a shit about me, I wouldn’t care if you were 18 or 81…You’re the only one who cares about me”. Berry punch nuzzled her cheek against his chest, hearing his heart-beat. “But…we do have a big problem to sort out…A real big one” he asked her, bitting his lip. “What is it…wait….no…no please, not again…..you can’t” she pleaded, knowing exactly what he was going to say. “This one is too big to hide out here on, I’ve got to” he replied, trying more to re-assure himself. Berry went cold at his words, she had wanted to be with him so long, to feel him, to love him, and now that was about to be cut before it even had time to begin. “You can’t leave, not again…not like before”. “They’ll find me here Berry, they’ll find you…I’ve got one of two choices and they both end the same” The colt told her plainly, trying very hard to keep a straight face in front of her. “Please, not after I finally get to have you” “Don’t worry, Ive already got a plan set out, I’ll change my name or something maybe dye my coat…I know how this all works”. “And how long do I have to wait? One, two years? How long before people stop trying to hunt you down for the stupid fucking things you do Snips”. Snips started to raise his tone with her. “What do you want me to do, stay here, let the guard mosey on up in the next couple of days and just say to them ‘Sorry lads, I’m a new Colt now’?, sorry love but that shit don’t fly!”. The purple mare grabbed the pillow he was laying on and pushed it into her face, letting out a powerful scream full of pent up anger. She threw it at the wall and slumped onto his chest like a disgruntled child. “Where are you going?” She groaned. “Down the coast, I already scheduled a hideout there”. “Can…can I come with you”. “I aint dragging you into this Berry, once they know it’s me there going to come here…atleast you can say I used to be here, but if you come you’re an accomplice” Both ponies went quiet, neither really knowing how to continue the conversation, they merely stayed put, each thinking what the future had in store for them, they were so close yet felt so far apart. “When are you going to leave?” Berry asked, breaking the silence within the dark room. “Maybe an hour or two, I’ll get some things together then take the coach” Snips replied, scratching his stomach. “Is this goodbye then?”. “Berry I’m not trying to fuck and run here…you really think I want to live in a shit-house shack for a year calling myself goddess knows what…Listen, I love you Berry Grape Punch….but I can’t risk it”. She slid herself onto her side of th bed and pressed herself down, become very sombre. “…ok….I understand” Berry consoled, pulling the blanket up over her shoulder. “Please don’t do this me Berry” Snips asked her, putting a gentle hoof on her arm. She shrugged him off. *sigh*….I know I shouldn’t….but….if you need to I have an old cracked phone in my room, I can call you on that when I’m gone, hopefully they shouldn’t be able to track it” Snips told her, tipping together the ends of his hooves. The grape maned girl said nothing; she merely turned to face him, kissed him on the nose and wrapped an arm around his waist, the other one going under the sheets and wrapping itself around his recovering member, giving him a warm stroke. Snips didn’t really know what to say and to him he didn’t really want to, he just wanted to enjoy these last physical moments with Berry, pushing himself slowly forwards he kissed her softly on the neck, arousing the both of them. The two lovers made love for what would be the last in a long while. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Sweetie sat eating her cereal across from Rarity who was reading deep into the paper, her reading glasses sending bright beams of reflected sunlight right into sweetie’s eyes, annoying her as she tried to eat her breakfast. “So” Rarity asked Sweetie, lifting her face up from the pages. “Sooo? What” Sweetie confusingly told her older sister, paying little attention. “What do you think of Scarlet, you seemed pretty quiet yesterday when she came over for tutoring” The white Mare asked, taking a sip of her coffee. “She seems nice...I guess?” replied Sweetie belle acting uninterested in what her sister was saying. “Oh really…because behind your pretty little eye’s it looked like you were trying to burn her to death with your stare any time you saw her" Cooley said Rarity not batting an eye. “What!” cracked sweetie, spitting her fruit-loops over the table. “Jealous much my little sister” Rarity joked, owning the situation in full. “What the hell are you taking about” lied Sweetie, jamming a mouthful of cereal into her mouth and swallowing hard. “She’s very pretty” coxed the white mare, turning her attention back at the paper. “What-ever….bit short if you ask me” Sweetie said under her breathe, causing Rarity to explode into a frenzy of I-Know-It-All-ism, jumping onto her hooves and pointing at the young girl. “I knew it, I knew it….haha, I was so right, you’re jealous, miss perfect is finally jealous of someone!” Cackly laughed Rarity like a school-girl. “I’m not jealous!” screamed back Sweetie, throwing her spoon at her sister. “Old Button got himself a girl-friend and now your super-duper jealous of her, this is gold”. “Shut up I’m not jealous!…how do you even know that anyway” Sweetie yelled, folding her arms and pouting. “I was mentoring her for 3 hours, of course were going to chat, ha, this is just…perfect drama material”. “Why, what did she say?” shot Sweetie. “Oh nothing, just about how she met a young gamer colt…went to ‘your’ big show on Friday…shared some drinks…got walked home…fucked his brains out, that sort of thing”. “What!” violently screamed Sweetie, her voice cracking like glass, causing Rarity to grab her ears and plastering a huge smile on her face. “Hah, sad that your little off and on boyfriend’s finally got a fresh piece of flank” asked the bitchity mare taking a large dosage of shatnfrod from her sister. “Just shut up Rarity I don’t even care!” Sweetie retaliated. The white mare simply picked back up her paper and returned to her daily reading, letting her little sis cool down from her burning. … … … “Did she really say that?” croaked Sweetie. “That’s what I managed to root out of her, why” Rarity replied. “Nothing, its fine that Button’s moving on, I’m happy for him, really” again lied the lavender scented mare. In a rare and touching moment the old mare placed a hoof over sweetie’s own and asked her “do you miss him dear, or is it that you just don’t like seeing him with another woman?”. The younger sister returned the feeling, truthfully saying what was on her mind. “K..kinda, it’s just…the ‘fucking’ thing…that’s…that’s something…I thought me and him would always have” Stuttered Sweetie, not really want to talk about her more personal endeavors with a family member. “Dear, sex is a very intimate and pleasurable thing that people enjoy doing…. and they’ll seek to do it often, it doesn’t mean that what you and Button did is anymore less than what it is to you… but you can’t expect him to pine over you forever, people have to move on” Counteracted Rarity, bringing it more to a psychological format. “I just don’t want to think…about him…and her….doing…things” sputtered Sweetie belle, grinding her back-leg on the side of the chair, trying to not feel ashamed of what she was saying to her kin. “I assume there sexual stability matters to them just as much as it does to you dear” . “But this scarlet chick, I’ve seen her around, she’s one of those Goth ponies, she’s probably had a million colts already, what makes button anything special to her” sassed the young mare. “I highly doubt that, when she spoke about it to me she seemed very ‘novice’’ on the topic, I don’t think she’s really had that sort of sexual experience before, at least by what her body language told me” stated Rarity once more, sounding a lot like the voice of reason. “It’s because…I just…I don’t like ponies touching my things is all…” rattled Sweetie, grinding at her teeth and not really know what she wants to get across to her sister, Rarity always had a very ‘Scientific’ View on relationships, emotions and sex, maybe it was all her romance novels or maybe it was just first-hoof experience, either way she seemed the best person to understand the issue. “Now sweetie…By what I can see you’ve got a serious problem, a big big problem” the old mare said, putting a hoof over her other. “W…what?” Sweetie belle asked, thinking she was about to tell her something about the horrors of greediness or dangers of jealousy, unexpected what her sister was about to say. “Your sexually frustrated my dear” Rarity said, A tone more like a doctor telling there patient. Sweetie shot her big sister a confused look as she was processing what was just said to her. “You need to go out and…enjoy herself, find a decent colt and…get on it…for lack of a better word” Rarity told the young mare, her little sister still sitting frozen with the same confused look on her face, stuck on like glue. “…Let me get this straight…you…want me…to go out and find…a penis…to put in me so I’ll be less frustrated” scrutinized Sweetie, her tone seeming very defiant but her head telling her to go and take this advice and act. “Usually works for me” Rarity replied casually, picking back up her paper and returning to what-ever celebrity gossip she was reading before. “…Good chat sis” stated Sweetie picking up her cereal and leaving the table, her head full of now overly sexual thoughts, but to her she did think they had some merit, who knows…maybe she’d take her sister’s advice. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ At Berry’s house, the four ponies sat round the dining table with a notebook full of details, written as alibis of the nights few past, Button would go to school, Snips would go on the run, both of them needed to figure out a decent plan ‘if’ or more likely ‘when’ they were asked about the whole fiasco. “OK, Ok, I think I’ve figured it out now…Button, you ran away to his apartment on Saturday because we had an argument about…whatever, you’ve been here for the past two days…doing drugs or something” explained Karen to her son, her drunkard friend and the ex-drug dealer, all of them hoping that the gaps fill in themselves. “What about my face?” asked Button raising his arm halfway in the air. The old mare rubbed her chin, “…you were beaten…because you…got in an argument about…”. “Saddle Arabians?” commented Berry, trying to help. “Hey I aint no racist!” Raised Snips, leaning up against the TV cabinet. “It’s not going to matter asshole, you’re not going to be here anyway” Karen shot back, returning back to the scribbled words on the paper. “OK, so….yesterday, you and Button used up the last of the drugs” carefully said Karen, gesturing a hoof to Snips,” So you left to go to the Gang hideout….thats when all the…killing happened….Snips never came back so you, Button, left the apartment and came back home”. “What’s my motivation?” asked the green colt. “wha…why?” Karen stated. “Well I’m just leaving to go get drugs and then I just randomly kill three ponies, that doesn’t make much sense”. “I don’t care because ‘We’ don’t know what went down, that’s why it’s our alibi” retorted Karen. The four stared between each-other hoping that there little story would hold up, each of them now needed to stick to their alibi if they were going to make it out unscaved, if even one of them were found out the entire plan would fall to pieces. “Ok….So have we got all the details down?” the old mare asked, doting down a few more little details on the scrap paper. “Is this enough?” asked Berry, rubbing behind her neck. “For now, I guess the best we can do is stick to the story….but Snips, if you get caught” “Stick to the story….I got it” he replied, slinging an overly packed saddlebag onto his side. “Excellent, Ok….this is so stupid of you…..Button, if anyone asks you where you were…” Karen asked, her hoof wincing between her eyes. “Stick to the story, I know Mom” The brown colt replied, slinging a plastic bag with nothing more than an apple and notebook over his side. The two mares followed them both to the door and gave there boy a loving hug as they sent them on their way, not knowing what would happen, everything depended on their story surviving scrutiny. ‘Back to School’ Button thought to himself, walking onto the grass and in the direction of the bus stop. ‘Back on the lamb’ Snips thought to himself, placing his bags In the back of the coach and backing out of the driveway. Each of the two off into their world, unaware of what they had future.