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// Season 2 Part 5: Catherine. *Fan Favorite* 
// Story: Button Mash: High School Life 
// by rock4u7 
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Button Mash awoke early in the morning, the sky still an ephemeral pitch black with the faintest ghostly paint wipe of blue streaks from the approaching dawn.  The Colt  groggily stumbled upstairs towards the shower, tripping through the bath-room as he didn’t bother to switch on the light. learching himself into the small tiled box he turned the red chrome handle, cold clear water spat over his body in the pitch of dark, slowly warming faster and faster, sending steam throughout the empty bathroom and a warm updraft up his nose, the room bathing moist in the faint navy blue rays of the dawn that ghosted through the foggy window and silhouetted tree leaf shapes on his floor. The night lazily started to go away like an old seagull diving deep into the depths of the ocean, letting death take it freely, deeper and deeper in the blackness.

The hot water ran warm down the back of his neck and caused Button to give a little exhale as he slid himself down towards the brown tiles, sitting himself against the shower-wall and drain, warm soothing water running down his mane and neck, giving him his respite for the morning, he felt his face with a wet hoof, the bruises were starting to disappear, he could feel it, fade away like nothing ever happened, he gave another exhale, closing his eyes as he let the hot rain burn away his weariness.

*ERRR!*

Suddenly he felt a ripple in his stomach again, like someone squeezing hard on this organs with a vice, sending his guts in twists and writhes, a huge ball of pain shooting up his throat.. Button shot forward, his body taking position by instinct, he felt his stomach throw back whatever went in, He vomited again, all over the shower drain in an acidic broth, the last remnants of anything he had eaten washing down the dark hole, he fell to his side, clutching at his ribs, arms wrapped around arms as he bit hard on his bottom lip.

Button could taste blood in his mouth, wether from his lip or his stomach he couldn’t tell.

He again lay there on the grouted ground for the second time, the same as morning of the second day, head to the tiles, heart in his hooves, this time his mind not falling on sweetie but on something else, a thought, a thought he’d keep with himself, he teared up, soulful droplets disappearing in a sea of hot water.

Twisting the chrome handles he turned off the shower, hearing it wain with an *grrrrrg* then settling into a steam silence, no satisfaction from this shower, no euphoric feeling like at Berry’ house, just heater water, that’s all he felt.

He hobbled to his bedroom, walking down the bright yellow-licked hallway smelling of wet fur, Button opened his door, a barrage of strange familiar scents hitting his nose and loosening all his muscles, musk of sweat and crusty socks filled the dank bedroom.

Stumbling to his desk he pulled from his draw a few little white pills which he shovelled down his throat, downing them with an old filthy bottle of mountain dew, he fell backwards onto his bed, drenching patches of water staining his blanket cover, he lay quietly, scared to make any more movements, he felt like his insides were a ticking time bomb, ready to burst out with an explosion of blood or alien spiders, he could feel the sting, like his body was hungry…un-aware of how to feed it, a hungry dog scratching at the lining of his innards.

“please please please” he moaned to himself like a winded child, taking a foetal position on the bed and holding in his guts, feeling burning twangs buzzing in his body like wasps, eventually it passed, causing him to slowly release himself and flatten his body onto the covers, sinking into the mattress, he was sinking, always sinking, he couldn’t swim, only drown.

“Breakfast” he heard his mother say from downstairs, a tone not as screechy as it used to be and more of a sleepy yawn.

Button slung up from his bed slowly and dried off his mane; going to his table and inserting his silver ear stud as well as his chessboard-pattern wristband.

Slowly descending the stairs he entered the kitchen, he saw his mother, the bags of her eyes now starting to dither from what they were from yesterday, she still looked old though, for the first time really, she could feel it too, she didn’t look the pristine late twenties she used too, she now looked her age. Time was beginning to catch up with the Mashes, button could feel it too, in a matter of a few short days he had to come to terms with a lot of things. Some he was happy about like finding Scarlet but others he did not want to dwell on, for obvious reasons, the important thing was that he felt he now had control, as little as it was.

“what’s for breakfast” he asked politely, putting his head upside down to the sink and turning on the tap, washing the crud from his mouth like dirty coffee mug.

“Just Grass” she said, putting two yellow bowls of emerald green grass on the table for Button and herself, taking a glance of the window to the foggy dawn, the moon still drifting at the fringe of the mountains.

Button’s face dropped slightly at the choice of food, he asked her if there was anything else in the fridge, carrots or maybe some lettuce, she replied with a gentle shake of her head, she was exhausted, strands of her chocolate brown hair hung past her face like bits of fishing line.
Button crushed the tough grass in his mouth, it felt like it was cutting the sides of his mouth; it had no flavour except the faint taste of dirt.
Button’s mother stared longingly into her food, a melancholy smile wading onto her lips.

“You know” Karen began to talk, her face dwelling in the depths of nostalgia, “Years ago back before you and your brother, when me and your father were first starting to live together, we rented a small apartment in phillydephia, tiny thing, one room, one bathroom, anyway at that time we had just moved in, we spent most of our money on the lease and furniture so for the first five months we couldn’t afford to eat anything other than...”.
“Grass” Button replied, feeling somewhat sad by his mother’s reminiscing.

She gave a gentle nod in agreement. The two of them started to eat there breakfast in silence, only being broken by the low hum of the fridge.
“Mom” Button asked.

“yes hun” she replied.

“how did you meet dad?, I know Ive heard it before but…you know”.

Karen understood what button meant.

She pushed the brown hair away from her eyes and began to retell the story of how she met Button and Pitt’s father, the hospital, the broken knee, even there fling in high school years back, button didn’t feel squeamish about it anymore, he understood what she was talking about, how they would make love  for hours in a shaggy tent then lie beside a warm campfire, staring at the starry night, she loved Kickin, he loved her, When it came down to it, time tore them apart.

Button didn’t remember much about his father being that he was so young but he did remember a few things, he was a very social guy, very cheery and optimistic, he lived life with a child’s heart but as time went on and life became what it was he slowly became more dull, the fire started to go out of his eyes and the greys began forming in his mane, he would try to fight it, going out on fanciful expeditions and road trips with mates, going as far as dying his hair and sneaking off to parties till late in the night, mom just had to sit and watch him struggle, what could she do, she had two kids to raise and more and more it seemed she was doing it by herself, she couldn’t fight time, she didn’t have it. Button remembered when his father took him to work, the day he got his new fitness coach, Terra, the tall grey mare with the long blue mane, the one that broke us apart.

She was very nice to dad, her ruby jewelled eyes looked to him with polite admiration, dad didn’t seem to mind, his last coach was a forty something saddle-Arabian with a lisp.  

As the days went on dad seemed to be happier and happier to go to work, talking about how Terra wanted to be a folk musician and how she had increased his leg speed by 0.30 whatever. The last time Button saw Terra was when he was getting driven to pre-school by his dad, they dropped into the gym to pick up some bags of protein powder and were greeted by her, she looked very attractive in her skin tight workout clothes and tied back mane, her face was flustered with heat from a four hour workout, dad looked at her with a gaze that button wouldn’t understand till years later, she kissed him on the cheek as he left and whispered something into his ear that made him silent the whole way to school, his eyes kept darting around the coach as he contemplated what he was going to do, who he was going to do. 

After that Gym visit Dad slept with Terra every day for the next three weeks till he slipped up with the hotel receipt, when he left home no-one heard much from him, Karen only contacted him for custody and legal issues, he just seemed to give up after that, his fire was snubbed out.

He left Town with nothing but his name and two suitcases, Terra catching him up months later.

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*PSHHHHHH!* went the faucet, clear spurts of water dowsing the white ceramic sink, washing down loose hairs and tooth-paste spit.
Button fiddled with his hair, unsure of wether to sleek it back or leave it as it was, he had brushed his teeth and cut off any overgrown hairs that hung from his face. 

He looked at the little pink kitty-clock that sat by the bathroom sink, 5:49PM, he had about 20 minutes before Appleblooms get-together started, today for him went far better than yesterday did, his face had become far less noticeable and the pains in his stomach didn’t disturb him much throughout his classes, he just had to keep popping Panadol’s every twelve minutes, his friends still talking about TV shows,  still talking about video games. In the afternoon he had rode the bus home with Scarlet again, they spent most of it talking about Sonic the hedgehog, comparing the TV show to the new game, Button didn’t (thankfully) speak to sweetie today, there were some close calls but nothing a stealthy dose of blending in the crowds couldn’t fix, the day fared him well, things were all put in there correct place like a shelf of game cases.

Button kept playing around with his fringe in the mirror, unsure of how to position it, either way it would slink back into the front of his face, he looked at the mirror, in the background stood the zebra, benign as ever, he wasn’t going to leave, Button felt unsettled with him, his Cheshire smile still as delish as ever, his body contorted at the back wall, Button believed his brain would eventually just fade him out like white noise.

“5:50!” shouted his mother from her bedroom, the sound of her TV playing Law and order SVU emitting from her doorway.

“I know, thanks” Button shouted back, doing a final scan of his face then exiting the bathroom and the same as the morning, descending the staircase and heading towards the door, his watch dangling on his arm.

“Button” shot Karen from the top of the stairs, her hair in curlers.

“Yeah” he answered, turning around as he had his hoof on the gold doorknob ready to leave.

“Here, I take it Scarlet’ll be at this little get together” she queried, throwing a small pack of medium condoms to him.

Button’s face as he realised what it was went a bright red, he pleaded that he didn’t need them or that it wasn’t like that but his Mother simply shrugged of every one of his words and returned to her crime drama, strutting back to her room.

Button stared at the wallet sized pack of 8, unsure of what to do with it, he decided to keep it in his mane in case he ended up drunkenly stumbling to Scar’s house late at night, he was hoping not to drink much tonight.

Turning the handle he left his house and jogged his way to Applebloom’s house, passing cherub houses and stores as he made his way to the sweet-apple acres farm, the cool breese of twilight at his heels.

As he approached the front dirt road that lead to the house he saw that the apple trees had already zapped, there bulbous red shape now a garish twist of rainbow hues that protruded from the green leaves like colourful cupcakes, button could swear he saw them glow in the pink and orange sunset, a holy oara emanating from the tacky fruits, just one he thought, trotting up to the nearest tree and stretching up, plucking a juicy low hanging zap-apple.

He brought the magical fruit up to his lips and gave them a moist smack before he sunk his battered teeth into the apple’s flesh, tearing of a large hunk and swallowing it with lustful eyes.

The fruit’s golden juice ran down his throat like watery syrup, coating his tastebuds in a familiar but alien taste that felt practically orgasmic, as the apple chunks hit his stomach he felt his a surge of heat run through his body, but this didn’t hurt like it normally did, it went to the same spot as the pain but this seemed to soothed what hurt, it numbed and dissolved the sting in his stomach, bubbling away his writhing organs, he fell onto the emerald grass, crumbling into the roots of the tree, flattening into the dirt.

He lay there by that tree in ecstasy for 3 minutes before he drunkenly lifted himself up, an electric spark running up his body and lifting his mane like helium.

“aeeehh” was all he could moan as he pressed himself into the thick hardwood trunk, wet sticky zapple juice stained on the side of his mouth, the pain that tore at his gut was gone, replaced with a warm buzzing feeling. Using all his strength he pushed his body of the tree and back onto four legs, stumbling slightly as he gained his balance. Button could only describe what he felt as down-right magical, he felt like a cured Colt.

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*Tap*, *Tap*, *Tap*.

Applebloom opened the door to button, a welcoming smile on his face as the two old friends hugged in greeting, the sound of bad pop music coming from inside.

“Glad ta see ya made it bro” Applebloom joshed, ushering him in.

“did ya bring any liquor?” she re-affirmed.

Button lifted his arm and handed her a 6-pack of rum’n’cola.

“picked it up from the bottle-o” he replied, letting her place it in a half-full ice cooler at the foot of the couch, Button greeted the rest of his friends.

So far only Rumble and Scootaloo had turned up; they both sat on the couch munching on two bowls of extra cheesy Doritos, a pile of DVD’s by their side.

“Where’s granny Smith?” Button asked, slumping himself onto a comfy lounge chair adjacent from the snack table.

“aye told her I was havin’ some friends over t’night so she’s gone to Canterlot to go play the slots” Applebloom replied, tying her mane back in the hallway mirror before undoing it then tying it again, she seemed to be unsure of how to keep it, she had dolled herself up very nicely for tonight, wearing  small amount of make-up to show off her soft cheekbones and large eyes, her red mane had looked like it had been washed three times over while she smelt faintly of vanilla perfume.

“Where’s Mac?” Button again asked, trying to stir up some small talk as they waited for the sun to set and the drinking to begin.
Applebloom, strolled past the couch and ruffled her hoof through Scootaloo’s purple hair, annoying her as she and rumble began to make out, “ah, he’s off at the bar, chatting up some drunks Mare or Colt of sorts”.

“quit it!” Scoot said, slapping away applebloom’s hoof.

*Tap* *Tap* went the front door again, sending the yellow mare into a frenzy of checking how she looked, propping her hair back and taking a deep breath, she opened the door.

“She did that for you too, and us as we got here” Rumbled joked in a whisper, casing a crack smile to slide onto Button’s face.

Appebloom walked back to them with Sweetie Belle at toe, her pearl white coat shimmering under the 70 Walt light.

The group all gave a collective “Sup” to her.

She returned with “Sup” then preformed a tiny cannon ball into the red bean bag on the other side of the food tray, reaching in and grabbing a small handful of doritos.

“Whatcha watchin’” Sweetie asked, leaning back as they all stared at the large flat-screen television.

“News at the moment, I’m guessing were waiting for everyone to show up before we start watching the movies” Button replied, acting casual and lazy.

Applebloom still stood at the back of the couch, between the door and the kitchen, waiting for another tap on the door.

“So Button” asked Scootaloo, hoping off Rumble’s lap, “where were you hiding at all this time?” she asked inquisitively, causing button to dig into the soft lounge.

“Uh…I was squatting at Snip’s place in Canterlot for a few days, getting high and all that” Button lied, trying to sound natural.
Sweetie eyed him out right away.

“I didn’t know you did drugs” the white mare queried, throwing a few corn chips in her mouth.

“I tried some a few days ago, pretty good haha…ya know I don’t think I would have been able to talk to Backslash and his posse without em” Button replied in a quasi-joking tone, fingering the folds on the upholstery, his teeth starting to grit as he wanted her to shut up.

“So now you think your hell cool now,  Mary Jane Mash” sweetie spat back, trying to come off as joking but sounding more aggro.

“Yeah you should try some, might loosen you up a bit….cheech” Button snarked back in the same tone, causing Rumble to change the subject before either party could reply.

“So Sweetie, I don’t think I got to tell you how great your performance at the club was last Friday” the Colt asked with a fake chipper voice.

“I guess, people say it was pretty good” Sweetie belle replied, her face growing placid as she had already heard a million people already tell her.

Button sneered under his lips.

*TAP* went the apple family door, Applebloom’s face lighting up like a nova star as pounced towards the wooden frame, patting her hair and checking that she smelt nice.

*Errrk* went the door as Applebloom greeted her guest with a hefty hug and a kiss on the cheek, she stepped in an introduced the last guest to arrive.

“Guys, you all know Diamond Tiara” AppleBloom said formally, eyeing each one of her friends down like a hawk as the pink thin mare gave a little unsure wave the group.

“hi….guys” she stammered, feeling surrounded and awkward, her purple and white mane flopping slightly over her right eye.
The group already new Tiara…..they had the memories, the insults, the bitchyness.

Rumble got up and approached the mare in silence, looking tough and stone-faced as he did so, he stood in front of her, eyeing her out, she looked to Applebloom who looked as confused as she was. Rumble lifted up his hoof and held it still right in front of Diamond Tiara, she looked puzzled, but she quickly understood what he wanted. Lifting her hoof she pounded his arm in an almighty ‘Bro-hoof’ which told her everything was going to be fine.

“I don’t believe we’ve met” Rumble said somewhat formally, “I’m Rumble Pak, Scootaloo’s partner, I think you already know Sweetie Belle and Scoot” he finished. Diamond tiara and the two other cutie mark crusaders looked away from each-other awkwardly, the memories of their youth still reminding them of who this mare used to be.

Applebloom quickly jumped in, “soo what movie do we want to start off with, Button, what ave’ we got in tha’ pile?”.
The mocha colt picked up the stack and began naming each one of them.

“Mean Mares, Zoolander, Godfather, Titanic, Inception, Birdman, Apocalypse now, Nightmare on Elm street, Secret of Nym and the Iron Giant” Button read out looking to them for a consensus.

Every girl in that room and probably in a 5 mile radius demanded ‘Mean Mares’ while Button and Rumble bickered between Iron giant and Birdman, the group (by which they mean 4/6) decided that they’d chuck on the chick flick.

Rumble quickly pole-vaulted himself over the couch and back onto the seat, grabbing himself a few Doritos for munching and wrapping an arm around Scootaloo while Applebloom and Diamond tiara sat next to them, tiara resting her head on the yellow mare’s shoulder as button slid in the DVD.

As the introduction rolled Button slid back into his green leather chair and asked Sweetie to toss him a beer from the cooler, she grabbed around 8 cans for everyone and gave one to each, Tiara grabbed her nose as the bubbles fizzled up her face, Applebloom found it cute she then down two-thirds of her rum and cola, the party begun.

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As the minutes and inebriation slowly progressed, the group became for and more lively, quoting parts of the film and starting to make idle chit chat, Button began telling cheesey 4chan jokes while Scoot started telling them about her new sponsorship deal that’ll send her into the pro circuit next year, eventually Tiara began joining in on the conversation, talking about her trip to the eastern lands and all the different types of dragons that she saw there, Applebloom and rumble started arguing about how much weight you can put on top of an egg before it cracks while Sweetie  did a terrible impersonation of Discord. 

The friends were all having a good time, it made Button feel good to have positive company for once, though he did wish Scarlet was here, as the night progressed things became more and more….heated.

As the credits began to roll for Inception, Rumble and Scoot began slobbering over each other’s faces, they started to forget where they were, everyone began to look away awkwardly till Diamond tiara gave appleBloom a pinch on the butt, things started to get frisky as they too started to kiss and cuddle, Button sluggishly put in Zoolander. 

Movie time became little more than a blinking screen as only Button and sweetie were the only one’s watching the film, the two couples were kissing passionately and whispering sweet nothings into each-others ear. Sweetie shot Button a look that said ‘Are they serious’ and he replied mutely with a nod. 

The time hit 2:12 AM and the room was seldom tired, in fact things couldn’t get any more lively, Applebloom and Tiara were lying on each other on the floor while Rumble and Scoot both took over the couch, both couples unsubtly shrouded themselves with a blanket that left little to the imagination to understand what they were doing. Soon Applebloom couldn’t take much more teasing, she got up and lifted DT off the floor.

“Guyss” she said drunkenly “Were gunna go get some sleep,  hope ya’ll had a great *hiccup* night, see ya In the morning. With that the two mares walked off, there body flustered red and there hormones about to clash together in hot love for the rest of the night.

It was only three minutes before Scoot and Rumble started to do the same, in the faint light button could see the orange mare rubbing the colt’s member under the blanket, their bodies wrapped together in a sweaty mess on the couch. Button soon got up and headed towards the kitchen, telling sweetie who was awkwardly position on the beanbag that he was just grabbing a glass of water, she followed fast behind him.
The two began chatting in the kitchen under the dull light of the microwave.

“Jeez, things are getting intense out there” Button quipped, leaning himself against the fridge, the smell of light beer in his breath, the hum of the large appliance breaking the silence.

“No doubt, are they actually…you know” Sweetie asked, hoping up and sitting on the kitchen-counter.

Button nodded, both eyebrows raised.

“oh ok then…..” ,Sweetie belle filled herself a glass of lemonade and tried to make small talk with the last person who had a mouth not attached to someone else’s.

“So, how’s life” she exhaled gingerly, taking a faint sip of her pick-me-up drink.

“Ah you know” Button shrugged casually, his bones vibrating against the fridge.

“So have you got any stuff with you?” Sweetie asked.

“What stuff” the colt asked, a lone eyebrow now raised to the girl.

Sweetie moved her head forward and began to whisper.

“you know, drugs”.

“ha…uh sadly no, I think I’m burnt out right now, it’ll be a while before I touch the stuff again” Button commented, feeling somewhat humoured by her request, soon a silence began between the two as neither really knew what to talk about.

“Sorry about the Mary Jane thing, I know it got to you” Sweetie belle confessed, putting two hooves over her drink, making her look somewhat confiding to Button, he decided to be nice to her at least for now.

“It’s ok…Sorry about….you know, the whole fight at school, it was…childish of me to do that” Button stuttered, putting his arm up and rubbing the back of his neck, the Mare looking back somewhat bewildered by button’s rare glimpse of genuineness.
“Don’t worry about it, Sorry for riling you up with the backslash thing…I did it on purpose just to piss you off, I’m sorry” the lavender mane girl replied, her top teeth rubbing against her lower lip. The two of them again had a stilted moment of silence, button could feel a lead weight grow in his stomach, Sweetie felt it too.

“Button” Sweetie croaked, her face barely visible in the gloomy yellow light of the microwave, “Can we stop all this fighting, I don’t want to keep just ….shitting on you and you shitting on me, I miss just being able to hang out and talk about geeky crap with you, I guess what I’m trying to say is….can we be friends?” , Sweetie’s face was looking the same as It did the first day of school, asking Button as if they were back there on that dirt road between ponyville and Button’s house, it seemed to be a second chance for Button, a re-roll on his snake eyes, her large purple rimmed eyes glassily looked to him expecting an answer.

The Colt looked back to sweetie, his brain running a system scan on every memory they ever had together, the good and the bad, the pleasurable and the painful, he sighed then lifted his head, his fireplace eyes just as wide as hers, he opened his mouth and spoke, everything seemed to stop.

“Sweetie Belle…..No” Button replied, leaving the mare in a crash state, “I don’t want to be your anything, I don’t like the way you are”.
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“The fuck” she slowly replied, her eyes twisted with confusion as she correlated what she had just heard. “what do you mean the way I am” she asked, her tone slowly heightening as her blood rage rised, her eyes had all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, her eyebrows cocking like shotguns.

“All you ever seem to do is complain about your life, why can’t you wake the fuck up and realise how good you have it” he replied , his tone started to get more angry, his words starting to flow without much though put into them, or maybe all the though in the world. “Wake up…wake up…Button you….stupid fuck, If you had any gods damn idea of what your even saying you drugged up douche, what are talking about?” Sweetie said slowly, putting a hoof between her eyes in a squint.

“All you say to people is how much better things could get if you tried alittle harder, stopped doing this or got rid of that, you’r never satisified are you” Button spat, tapping his hoof against the side of the fridge.

“what the hell do you even mean, I don’t say that!” she replied her rage now revealing itself as she jumped on the counter and took a menacing pose, her face pursing into a toothed sneer.

“Oh really” Button barked in a whisper, trying to make sure no one could hear them. “The singing, you cant just be contempt with being complimented, no,, you need to be criticised, so you can complain to people that there criticising you, you, you need to feel like you need to keep pushing it”. As button told her off he could see her taking a stand that looked as if she was about to punch him in the face, he continued, taking the risk as his face went red with anger, ‘the…weight thing as well, you look” button darted his eye up her “like that and you still think you need to lose weight, you just want to be better than everybody else dont you, just like your dickhole friends, those shit-birds like backslash, it’s fucking annoying, your just a up-her-self Dame who wants everything….and to top it all of your jealous as fuck of me and Scar *WHACK!*.

Button fell on the ground sweetie swung a heavy hoof into his cheek, angered tears swam red in her pink eyes and pain swelled in her right hoof, button’s head smacked on the side of the fridge, sending a searing sting up his scalp as he hit the wooden floor boards, hitting the ground with an *OOF!*.

“I don’t need to take your Shit Button....I don't need to, a little no hope like you wouldn’t understand what hard was, all you do is expect people to feel sorry for you coz you had it ruff, get real, you’re the same as everyone else, wake up and stop feeling like you deserve better from life” Sweetie asserted, standing over the Colt, her nostrils flaring and sneering her pearl teeth.

Button eyes roared open like a battle-cannon at what she said, he slowly got up, a few drops of blood coming from his nose, he wasn’t going to back away, “You think I don’t know what hard is?” he said slowly in a tone dark and otherworldy, wiping the red liquid from the cup of his nostril “If you had any Idea the things I’ve endured this past week you’d crap yourself, never say  ‘hard’ to me again woman, you’ve nothing to compare, I don’t ever want to hear you say that sentence to me for the rest of my gods damn existence, you hear me”.

“Fuck off Button” she replied, not backing down to the crooked boy, knowing he would not lash out no matter what threat he gave ,“if life is apparently so hard for you... why don’t you just give up, go do yourself in, end it, put a gun to your head and blow your fucking brains out all over your TV screen” Sweetie spat at him, wanting to hold her tongue as the horrible word escaped her mouth and stabbed deep into buttons skin.

“No, No goddess fucked way, there is no way in heaven,hell or anywhere between that I will ever consider ending my life, I aint ever gunna die, Ill outlive all of you shits” Button jerked back, his eyes turning bloodshot as he started to go lightheaded.

“Then stop treating people like shit Button, just because you’re depressed doesn't mean the rest of the world has to be, try for once to cheer up”  the mare barked back, her face just as red and flustered as his, they arguing starting to pull at there strength, wearing them out.

“I do Sweetie” Button said, his voice becoming croaking as the mare hit a major spot in his defense, “I try every damn day to feel happy and act nice, wearing all these faces I don’t want too just to please all of you, I just want to be me, I just want to be happy for once”, Button started to tear up, putting an arm up and wiping his eyes.

“Then do it, go be happy somewhere” Sweetie belle coaxed, trying to not falter with sympathy for him.

“How could I, it’s not like I can just become happy, everything I try just seems to make things worse, I can’t leave my own house without feeling like someone’s going to rush up and kick me in the teeth, How could I ever be happy, my friends barely care about me and all I’ve got is my alcoholic mother and a few shitty consoles, that’s my life, that’s all of it, Button mash: Fucked Up Life, has a ring to it” croaked the boy swinging his face away from her, tightening his eyes as the tear fell down his bruised up face, pooling onto a divot in the floorboards.

“Bu….I…” Sweetie wanted to say more but she couldn’t, she looked at herself, standing over this wretch of a Colt telling him to kill himself, sweetie sunk onto the floor, crawling into a ball of pink and white fur. Button tried to hold back his tears in front of her, giving quick bursts of sobbing as he sat down as well, his mane again in front of his face, hiding his sorrow, he too sunk to the ground, hitching his back up against the fridge.

Silence once more.

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“Sweetie…I’m sorry” Button told her, his closed eyes now opened with a bloodshot sincerity, his eyelashes drenched with loose lashes grappling onto his irises.

“For what” Sweetie croaked almost sarcastically, her face hidden under her lavender mane, the girl’s defence barely holding as her voice cracked faintly.

Button swung his elbows against the side of the fridge, beating the words from his vaulted mouth.

“For….it all…I can’t stop… can’t stop fucking over every olive branch you give me…I…Your….Just believe me that…when I say that *sob*…thank you for at least trying to be a good friend to me, atleast your trying to…Just…Thank you...Sweetie ” murmured Button, hiding between crosses arms and stinging eyes.

Sweetie lifted her head, the green circles of her iris coated just as wet as Button’s, she saw for once that there was something genuine in Button mash’s beaten face, his acid tongue had some traces of ancient sweetness left in it. 

“thank you…Button…It means a lot” she whimpered, giving a small smile before tearing up and sulking into her hooves, they were both beaten by words, a common understanding fell between them, burning away all that shit that just kept piling up.

“Sweetie…” button asked a humble smile on his face, wiping his eyes once more.

“Yeah” she squeaked, wiping her eyes.

“Wanna go watch the rest of the film?” Button smiled, putting out a hoof in friendship.

“Yeah…Yeah I do” Sweetie Belle replied, slowly grabbing his arm, they both lifted themselves up from the ground.

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“And you and me bolted out the backyard, covered in all that honey and feathers, spitting out wads of paper” Button laughed, Sweetie holding her cheer back as she gave a high pitched snort, laughing even more at her own giggle.

Button and Sweetie were both on the charcoal couch in the lounge-room, there heart to heart lead them to common-ground, through the movie they talked, and talked, and soon began to reminisce about when they were kids, back when things were happier. There reminiscing lead to jokes, there jokes lead to laughter, there common ground turning into two ponies giggling about there youth, remembering why they enjoyed each other's company in the first place.

“Oh oh and when Rarity saw us at the door she almost crapped herself from shock, do you remember her face” shot Sweetie belle almost falling off the couch. Button made an over-exaggerated wailing face as he pressed the back of his hoof up against his forehead, his face snickering as he gasped ‘Oh my goodness’ in a posh voice.

The two teenagers giggled and cooed on the couch, Rumble and Scootaloo retiring to one of the bedrooms less than an hour ago. Button Mash and Sweetie Belle finally got back what they had lost for so long, there best friend.

“Button, do you remember the mudpits” Sweetie joked, her cheeks a cheery red from all the laughing as she slumped backwards into the cushion.

“Please don’t remind me, I still think I’ve got left-over mud somewhere in my ears” he replied, stretching his arms out as he became drowsy.
Sweetie gave a yawn in commonality as she flattened herself onto the couch next to him and let out a deep tired exhale. Button closed his eyes and slouched into the seat, pressing his shoulders comfortably into the soft imitation leather, he felt Sweetie put her head down on his shoulder, her tired body beginning to rest on him, he gave alittle smile as he closed his eyes and began to nod off, his night ending perfectly.

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*slk* went a sound from sweetie as button felt her jab him in his side, he quickly opened his eyes and stared down at her with a cross gaze, the Mares eye’s angled in a squinting smile.

“So dats how it’s gunna be then” Button warned her in a ghetto voice, reliving one of their little and longest running games.

“I guess das how it’s gunna be bra” she replied in a similar sassy voice, shanking him again in his ribs as he threw his arms together in ticklish contortion.

“it’s on bra” he spat back, jabbing her in the hips and making a stabbing sound with his mouth, causing her to wriggle up and shank him back.
*slt* skt* *shk* *stt* they both  joyfully stabbed each other with pointed hoofs.

Button dug his arm into a soft spot in her neck which caused her to sqee and push forward, head-butting him in the chin.

“Hey above the chest doesn’t count, them tha rules man” she joked, falling onto him, pushing him flat on the couch.

“I tink I bit mah tongue” Button replied joyfully, looking towards her joyful face as she giggled on his chest.
"hahahehmmm" they chuckled half-heartily, trying to break away but finding themselves physically unable to.

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They locked eyes.

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Like two cogs they snapped into gear, the world stopped as they looked at each-other the same way they had so long ago. Their faces were only a few inches away, they could feel each other’s warm breath on their face' Button could smell her lavender perfume.

Both of them moved forward, their minds blank, doing it as if instinct,time becoming busted as they locked lips, life itself stopping for the two kids, they both remained still, the taste of warm saliva and rum’n’cola in their mouths, they froze with lips locked around one and others.

Suddenly as if all years of pent-up passion had built into a bomb they both exploded into a ball of kissing and groping, like wild animals they tore at each-others bodies, tasting the forbidden fruit, Button felt Sweetie wrap her arms so tightly around him, her body pushing down against his, their lips drove hard into one and others, trying to snog with speed that no-one could ever possess. Soon they became entangled in each other, a brown and white ball of fur. More and more they pulled at each-other, rhythmic movements between them. Button with all his strength lifted Sweetie up by her waist and twisted her around, pushing her deep into the couch. Button felt her slide her arm down his chest, caressing his stomach and grabbing a warm but soft hold of his member... he did the same for her, sliding his hoof between her legs and rubbing her with the same speed as she was to him, they both pleasured each other, not one thought to the world around them, both writhing and moaning.

More and more they heated up, there manes now twisted and tangled in open balls of teased hair, their coats becoming moist with sweat and other juices. As Sweetie moaned and brought Button’s lips again to hers the tiny box of 8 fell out of his mane, landing on her chest like a cardboard pandora’s box, they both shot a wild look at each other like two snowy wolves staring at a white rabbit.

“Here” huffed Sweetie, grabbing the box and handing it to Button who opened the top by tearing it open with his teeth, she using her teeth and tore wide the wrapping revealing a little plastic ring.

The mare sat up and applied the peripheral to Button, sliding it on him tightly.

Sweetie belle put both her hooves on his hips as she angled herself into a comfortable position, Button leaned over the white mare and looked down at their two almost interlocking parts, both pressing hotly against each other, making there stomachs twist mildly and settle deep.

She gave him a nod as he pushed himself forward, giving a gasp of ecstasy as he fell down onto her chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her hooves deep into his  chestnut mane as he began moving in rhythmic euphoria, they both became interlocked in love, their bodies again repeating a history from there past.

Button pressed his forehead against Sweetie Belle’s, the feeling between his legs was incredible, pulsating against his own pumps, his pupils became needle pricks, the animal within him taking over with each passionate thrust. Sweetie twisted and turned with each movement, her body preforming beyond her mind, her moans mixing in with Button’s shrill grunts.

Both the two Ponies made love there between the folds of Applebloom’s couch, there passion for each other booming like a great biblical firestorm, burning away there disdain for each-other like old paper in a campfire.