Sweetie and Button go to a party. Only Sweetie really enjoys it.
Button hated parties. Well, okay, LAN parties were one thing, but frat parties?
He couldn’t stand them.
Unfortunately, his marefriend didn’t share his disdain for them. But then, why would she? Sweetie was popular, hot, and had a knack for social situations that rivaled her sister’s.
Button was a dumpy geek who could get Doom to run on a thermometer… but who didn’t really have the social skills to deal with people nearly as well as he could code.
So, when Sweetie insists that they go out to a party for once, Button is less than happy.
And boy howdy, is he going to get a lot less happy as the night goes on.
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CW: NC-17, cheating, NC Groping, Anthro, Sweetie not living up to her name, Button being kind of a dick, kind of a good guy, and a massive idiot in rapid succession, mild violence, homophobic and misogynistic insults from ponies being assholes, and OCs stepping in to engage in all manner of M/F sex, condom use, titfucking, excessive cum shots, facials, cum-in-fur, bad-talking the dude getting cheated on
I hadn't originally planned for this story to be my submission to Dezmo's NSFW contest, but it ended up taking the writing time for the story I had been planning, and it does meet all the rules, so... giving it a shot! :)
“You know, we don’t have to go out to have fun tonight!” Button reminded Sweetie as they drove around looking for somewhere to park. The streets of Seaddle were packed for blocks down near the university, crowds out on the lawns of frat houses and sororities, ponies spilling out and wandering around in varying states of sobriety. The reek of cheap beer was only overpowered by the roar of bad music.
“No, you don’t have to go out,” Sweetie corrected him, pulling into a parking garage and grabbing a ticket. “We’ll have to walk it. Hopefully we don’t have to park on the roof.”
“So, twenty bucks in parking, a hike, probably another twenty for bad beer after we’ve been to a couple of frats, and all the rohypnol we can drink, yay,” Button muttered. “On the other hand, we could be making money if we went back and streamed for a while.”
Sweetie put the car in park and turned to look at her coltfriend with a downright acidic smile.
“First off, I’m not worried about the money. Second, the only time we start making money on those streams is when I’m on camera, and your ‘audience’ starts donating one-handed. If I’m going to get catcalled, I’d rather not get paid for the privilege.”
“Wha- that’s not true!” Button protested. “I mean, maybe a couple of them were creeps,” he granted, “but I’ve always banned them!”
“And then you started asking your online buddies to watch the chat instead, so you could pay more attention to your games. Like you always do. And that’s when your numbers started going up!” Sweetie rolled her eyes. “Never wondered why?”
“I… why… we’ll talk about this later,” Button frowned, climbing out of the car and looking out at the street, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans and feeling entirely too warm in the dark green hoodie he'd brought home from some convention.
“Sure,” Sweetie sighed and climbed out herself, smoothing out the short black skirt she was wearing with a pink sweater that did nothing to hide the magnitude of her tits. “But we’ll have some actual fun before then. Come on, Button, when’s the last time we went out?”
“It has been a while,” Button admitted. “You should’ve told me about them hassling you, you know I don’t want that to happen.” He took her arm, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
“I know.” She turned to return the gesture, pressing up against his side.
But at least then somepony was paying attention to me, she thought to herself.
The next hour or two weren’t that bad. Button stuck to Sweetie’s side like glue, shooting glares at any stallions who had trouble getting their eyes above her neckline. It meant a lot of glaring, but Sweetie seemed to be happy drinking and chatting with her friends. Right now it was a purple-coated pegasus with a yellow streak in her pink mane, some pony she was working on for some musical project or other.
Unfortunately for Button, Sweetie wasn’t discussing a shared musical project.
“He’s not even looking at us, is he?” Sweetie grumbled, glancing back over her shoulder to confirm it. “I swear, sometimes it’s like I have a roommate instead of a coltfriend!”
“So make him a roommate instead!” Her friend, Blazing Wind, sighed. “We’ve been over this before, Sweetie! He didn’t even show up at our concert when you were singing for us!”
“He doesn’t like metal,” Sweetie murmured. “And he had a qualifi-”
“He had some gaming thing, yeah,” Blaze sighed, shaking her head. “Sweetie, you do those streams for him all the time. You go to tournaments with him. And I know it’s not because you like them. You do shit for that colt all the time, and he can’t even be bothered to come by your show before anybody’s playing!”
“He made up for that, Blaze.” Sweetie frowned at her friend. “He’s a good guy! He’s good about cleaning up, he cooks, he doesn’t treat me like a piece of meat or put up with other ponies doing that. He’s a lot better than half the guys I’ve heard you groaning about! I just… sometimes, I kind of wish I would treat me like one,” she admitted. “Or at least do a better job when he does.”
“Ooooooh,” Blaze chuckled. “I get it now. Only knows how to mash one type of button, huh?”
“More like all he does do is mash it,” Sweetie grumbled. “And not in the good w-hey!" She spun backwards, slapping the grey-furred hand that had just groped her under her skirt.
Ten Hut, the school's quarterback, grinned at her lecherously.
"Sorry, Coach is looking for some good tight ends, so I figured I'd do some recruiting!"
Sweetie rolled her eyes and started to turn away from him. That really should have been the end of it, if you asked her.
Unfortunately, Button didn't ask her.
Instead, the chestnut stallion grabbed Ten's shoulder before he could grope Sweetie again, spinning him around mostly by virtue of the much larger football player being drunk.
"Leave her alone," Button demanded, his nasally voice bringing everyone in the room to a stunned silence.
Ten stared down at Button, who had to glare up at him from chest height. Then Ten laughed.
"What's the matter, Twinky, afraid I'm gonna steal your beard?"
Button growled, and threw the best punch he could.
Now, conventional wisdom said that no amount of fighting games could make you a fighter. Of course, conventional wisdom failed to account for Button Mash, whose thousands of hours of play and split-frame attention had earned him the attention1 of some of the world's top athletes2. The earth pony's fist flew forward, slamming into Ten's chest with a resounding…
‘Pmf.’'
Unfortunately, conventional wisdom did not fail to account for the fact that fighting games were far more forgiving than reality when punching somepony whose muscle mass alone outweighed your entire body.
Okay, so maybe attention did mean concerned warnings to get a life, it was still attention!
Rainbow Dash and Thunderlane were both Wonderbolts, they counted!
Moments later, Button was on his way out of the frat, carried by one football player on either end. They carried him out to the porch, ignoring whatever he said on the way.
"Guys, come on, it's not like I did any harm, right? Didn't even spill your WOAH!"
As they reached the porch, the players started swinging him back and forth, building up a good toss towards the dumpster beside the porch.
"Put him down!" Sweetie shouted, Rushing out just in time to shriek as Button was flung off the porch and into the dumpster with a crash of bottles, boxes, cans, and the rest of the detritus of college move in and the first rager of the year.
"Happy?" Ten smirked. "He's down."
Sweetie glared at him, pushing through to try and reach Button's hand to help him up and out.
A pony followed them out and tapped Ten on the shoulder. His coat was a yellow-orange, covered with a white tank top and a black vest that matched his mane. Red fingerless gloves and sneakers finished the look, which Ten took in as he turned around.
"Hey, Rush, isn't it? What's up?"
'Rush' kept his expression even as he stared into Ten Hut's eyes.
"I don't have much use for bullies. Are you going to help him out of there and apologize, or is Coach going to have to answer questions about why his players are paying ten bucks a pop for bottles of clean piss every time a 'random' drug test comes up?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ten growled. "And he hit me first, everyone saw it."
"And everyone saw that he couldn't hurt you if he had a baseball bat. You throw a guy like that out, you don't throw him in with busted glass."
Button finished climbing out with some help from Sweetie and her magic, wincing as she pulled him over the porch railing, his hoodie torn in a few places, stinking of beer and whatever else hadn't quite been done when it got chucked in to serve as a makeshift landing pad.
"You, get out of here," Rush told Button. "Celestia, you don't even have being drunk for an excuse, do you?"
"He just has being an idiot," Sweetie cut him off, hurrying him down and to the edge of the property as the crowd laughed.
"Get yourself home and cleaned up, I can't believe you!" She hissed at him. "What were you even thinking?"
"I don't know, maybe that being on the football team doesn't give him the right to molest you?" Button protested, glaring back at the building. "Come on, let's go home."
"No, you are going home. I'll stay with Blaze tonight if I can't get a ride, I'll call to let you know if I do that."
"But Sweetie -"
Button stopped when olivine eyes glared into his.
"Button Mash, I am not going to let your temper ruin tonight! I had things under control, and you are lucky he isn't pressing charges! That was assault! A pathetic one, sure, but still an assault!"
"Thanks, you're making me feel so much better," he snorted.
"Because I'm not trying to make you feel better. I'm trying to make you see that you got off bucking easy just being thrown into the dump-" Sweetie turned as she heard a commotion from the porch. Whatever was going on, apparently Ten was taking the worst of it, doubled over like he'd taken a knee to the groin. Rush's red-gloved fist flew up in a clean uppercut, standing the quarterback up straight again, only for a left cross to spin him around and slumped over in the corner.
"So, Rear Guard is it? You wanna go next?"
The other athlete shook his head, helping Ten up and carrying him in to clear his head.
"Great, now I look like even more of a pussy," Button groaned. Sweetie bit her tongue, not wanting to pile it on.
"Just go home, honey. I'll call you when I know if I'm crashing with Blaze or not."
"Yeah, yeah," Button growled, stuffing his hands into his pockets and starting the hike back to the parking garage.
It seemed a lot colder now that Sweetie wasn't there with him.
As Button stalked off into the night, Sweetie sighed and went back up to the house where Blaze was waiting for her with a fresh drink.
"I got it out of the bowl myself, I know it's clean," she said as she passed the cup to Sweetie. "Except for the ninety or so different vodkas, gins, and rums they poured into it before the juice, anyway."
"How'd they pull that off?" Sweetie snorted, taking a sip and shaking her head at the potency of it.
"College lush tip - clearance mini-bottles are a cheap way to get variety," Blaze laughed. "Or to make a godawful fruit punch that's mostly good for being red and getting you hammered like a fucking nail."
"Yeah, that's what I'd call this," Sweetie agreed. After that I probably should get hammered. Try to forget how pathetic that was."
"I mean… he tried," Blazing Wind admitted. "Takes some guts to do that when you know you're going to lose. Not many brains, but guts. And you got to watch my colt lay the fucker out, that had to be something," she grinned.
"So are you two on again?" Sweetie took a slug of her drink, feeling the burn down her throat and the buzz starting to settle in.
"Not at the moment," Blaze shrugged. "Don't think he's seeing anybody, but he doesn't tell me everything."
A grin slowly spread across the purple pegasus' face as she caught on.
"Want me to go ask him?"
"I'm just going to go thank him for standing up for Button," Sweetie sighed. Blazing Wind giggled and leaned in close, whispering something to Sweetie that made her blush bright red.
Sweetie drained her glass, chugging it down so she could still talk herself out of being an idiot before it hit her.
She still got a refill on the way over though.
"Hey, Rush?" She asked, coming up behind the yellow stallion. She continued as he turned to face her, wanting to get the words out quickly. "Wanted to say thanks, for keeping them from doing anything worse to Button."
"No problem," he smiled. "Your coltfriend's an idiot, but Ten's an asshole. It kind of balanced out. Where's he at?" Rush asked, looking around and taking a drink.
"Home, if he has any sense," Sweetie sighed. "Which he doesn't, but it's where he wanted to spend the night anyway."
"Not with a gorgeous mare like you? You're right, he doesn't have any sense."
"Well… to be fair, I am the one who told him to go home tonight. Had to twist his arm, but he did come out with me. It's a pity too, I was kind of hoping to talk him into something."
Rush cocked his head a bit, curious where this was going.
"Button isn't exactly the most… adventurous guy," she explained. "So I was kind of thinking about finding somepony to ask about coming home with us tonight, see if a threesome might get him out of his shell. Not really going to work like that tonight." She laughed a little nervously, draining a good half of her glass.
"Think maybe I could talk you into our half of it?"
Rush's eyes widened and he glanced at her plastic cup of punch.
"How many of those have you had?"
"It's my second cup, but it was just on my way over." She stepped closer and leaned in.
"So you've got about a half-hour or so to make up your mind while I can still say 'yes.' I don't want you getting in trouble, but I want my nerves gone by showtime."
"And what about Button?"
"Wellll… he isn't here, is he?" Sweetie grinned, tapping a finger up Rush's pecs. "Plus… a little bird-pony tells me that you've already told her that you'd like to meet a couple friends of mine…."
She turned her hand around, tugging down the neckline of her own sweater and tilting her head playfully.
"Should we go and get you three introduced?"
Rush thought about it… for about a half-second, before draining his beer and nodding towards the stairs.
Sweetie giggled as Rush pulled her into one of the upstairs bedrooms of the frat, very intentionally falling into him and letting the buff stallion pull her up into a kiss. They were interrupted by her phone buzzing, and she sighed as she pulled it out.
"Just in case," she mouthed to Rush, bringing up the text she'd gotten.
Fortunately for her plans, it was from Blaze, not Button.
Just saying thanks, huh?
Sweetie rolled her eyes and typed out a quick reply.
And I’m very thankful! Besides, you said he’s fair game. Run interference if Button comes back?
“You know if there are condoms in here?” She asked Rush as Blaze typed out her reply elsewhere in the house.
“Should be,” he chuckled, checking the nightstand.
I am gonna have so much fun making you a proper slut! ;P Don’t worry, everyone who matters will still think you’re our innocent little Sweetie Belle when you’re done.
“Here we go!” Rush pulled a strip of them out, putting it up on top of the stand before grabbing Sweetie’s phone and powering it down. “Now, where were we?”
“About to introduce you to two very close friends of mine!” The young unicorn grinned, peeling off her sweater and flaring her magic up to close and lock the door. Another pulse of magic and her lacy violet bra floated away, freeing her massive mammaries, a pair of white-furred g-cups with dark pink nipples that were begging for attention.
“Nice to meet you ladies," Rush grinned. He stripped his own vest and top off, exposing his well-muscled chest before he straddled Sweetie’s legs and leaned in to kiss her breasts. He slid his hands along her fur and flesh, massaging her breasts as his lips wrapped around her nipples. Sweetie wrapped her arms around him, holding him close with a pleased sound that rumbled in her chest.
The unicorn used her magic to undo her skirt and pull it free. She took advantage of her free hands to run them through Rush's black mane and down his neck.
"I've shown you mine, now you show me yours," she nearly purred. Rush grinned up at her, then rolled over and lifted his hips, shorts and boxers quickly sliding off and falling to the floor. He crawled upward on the bed, Sweetie taking his face and pulling him in for a kiss. She trailed a hand down his naked body, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his turgid shaft.
"Holy crap," she whispered before gently pushing him back. "Just how… wow."
She looked down between them, staring at Rush's mottled cock, black splotches winding around yellow-orange flesh that was as thick around as a beer can and long enough for her to wrap both hands around it with several inches still left for hero mouth.
Or other parts.
"Oh, I've wanted to try this for years," she grinned, sliding off the bed to kneel next to it. "Tit fuck?"
"Has a stallion ever said no to that offer?" He laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed, his shaft hot and hard against Sweetie’s face.
"Wouldn't know. My swizzle stick back home can't even let me on top in case he smothers." She slid him between her tits, giving his tip a kiss before she started working them up and down his shaft. She switched between looking up at Rush's face, and down to lick and suckle at the broad, flat tip poking out at her.
"Mmm, you deserve better than that. Why do you even stick with him?"
"He's sweet," Sweetie shrugged a bit, taking a moment to stretch her jaw around Rush's tip, her tongue playing over it as she slid her furry breasts up and down his length, making a slapping sound when they dropped against his thighs.
"Good about money," she continued after pulling off of him with an audible 'pop.' "And I've known him since we were foals. He's just a terminal nerd and lousy in bed. Can you believe he's never actually gotten me off?"
"Now that is a fucking crime," the stallion groaned. "Gonna have to show you what a real stallion can do!"
"Can't wait," Sweetie grinned up at him, bringing her tits up to smear his pre onto them for lube as she started working him harder. "You good for more than one round, stud?"
"With a mare like you, I'd damn well better be," he rumbled. Sweetie giggled,returning her attention to his cock, stroking it with her soft, sensitive breasts and lavishing his tip with attention. Her body wrapped around his, her nipples almost touching as she pushed herself tighter.
Rush wrapped his fingers around her horn, stroking it quickly as he felt himself getting closer. Sweetie squeaked around his tip, starting to run a current of magic through the rigid appendage and moaning deeply at the pleasure that coursed through it and directly into her brain.
"Fuuuuuck," she groaned, pulling off of Rush again and working her tits hard and fast. "Come on, let's see of you can paint these babies!"
The mental image was enough, and Rush grunted as his cock twitched and sprayed his seed all over Sweetie Belle. She tipped her head back, pulling her horn out of his grasp and opening her mouth wide to catch what she could of the glittering pearly strands arcing through the air, splattering onto her face, her tits, her mane - everywhere she could get plastered, she did, even shifting his cock to get it further off to the sides before she took him back into her mouth and sucked on him like she was trying to get the last dregs out of a milkshake.
When he finished, she looked up at him with a satisfied smirk and opened up her mouth to let him watch her swallow down every last drop, licking along her cheeks and teeth for every last drop.
"This is so much more satisfying when there's a fucking payoff!" She giggled, starting to massage the rest of his seed into her fur, not caring about the matted tufts of fur left behind or how much of a pain it was going to be to wash out. That was Future Sweetie's problem, and Present Sweetie just wanted to exult in the feeling, the taste, the smell of being absolutely and utterly used by a stallion for once.
And the night was only just beginning.
Before she could say anything more, Rush pulled her up onto the bed, burying his muzzle between her thighs and giving her a long lick from taint to winking clit.
Sweetie whined and pressed into his skilled tongue, her juices flowing freely and living up to her name. Rush twisted his tongue into her, working it in deeply as she started panting, feeling the ensure coiling up inside of her like an overwound watch.
All too soon, the spring snapped, and she had to bite down on her hand to keep from screaming as she came, hard, gushing all over Rush's face as he drew his tongue out of her and entirely along her hypersensitive clit.
She laid there, panting, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as Rush slid up alongside her. He pulled her up into a kiss, the taste of each other blending between their mouths.
"You needed that, didn't you?"
"Would you believe… that was the first time… somepony else got me off?" She admitted sheepishly.
"I'd say I'm starting to feel sorry for him, but I can't say I'm complaining about the results."
"Mmm… neither am I," Sweetie giggled, reaching over for the condoms they'd pulled out before. "Seems like your not-so-little friend has had enough of a break!"
"All in the company," he smirked, claiming a kiss. "Ready to go again?"
A condom floated up off the nightstand, ripping open and floating down to cover Rush's cock.
"More of that? Yes please!" Sweetie giggled. "Before my drinks catch up with me all the way, I wanna tell you this - as long as we have supplies? Don't stop until you want to."
"A lot of trust," he chuckled as he rolled on top of her, hand on either side of her head.
"Psh! Blaze'd kill y' if you didn't take care of me!" She grinned up at him drunkenly, and Rush had to admit she was right. If he was lucky, she'd only kill him. Sweetie wrapped her long, shapely legs around his waist.
"Now rut me!"
She didn't have to tell him twice! Rush slid himself into her needy marehood, her juices leaking down the latex barrier. Sweetie let out a whorish moan, her eyes rolling back in her head as she was stretched wider and deeper than ever before. She clenched down around him when she felt his medial ring press into her marehood, and Rush started thrusting more shallowly, suckling at those tempting purple nipples.
Sweetie panted and whimpered as, inch by inch, he worked his way deeper into her. His tip pushed up into her cervix, his balls pressed into her ass, and all she could do was squeeze down around him wordlessly.
"Holy… fucking… yesssss," she hissed, digging her fingers into Rush's fur. "You're bigger than Button just getting to the ring!"
"You doing okay?" Rush chuckled, peppering her muzzle with kisses until she nodded her head. He pulled out almost entirely, then sank back into the inviting confines of her cunt, rolling his hips to press against her g-spot and winking clit.
It didn't take long before Sweetie cried out, her inner walls rippling around Rush as she came. He kept pounding into her, pushing her from one orgasm into the next, and then into another, a seemingly endless stream of mind-blasting pleasure.
"Bet that runt boyfriend of yours… never did anything.. like this for you!" He panted, grinning as Sweetie’s eyes started to glaze over, drunk on pleasure as much as the jungle juice downstairs. He kissed her, suckling her tongue into his mouth before he felt her going lp beneath him. He could still feel her breath, her pulse racing around him, so he took her at her word - he kept thrusting, his body stiffening up as he pumped the condom inside of her full of his seed.
He pulled out of her, breathing heavily as he tied off the condom. He looked down at her, still passed out, vulnerable, absolutely gorgeous.
And absolutely, one hundred percent in favor of him going for another round.
Still, after he opened the next condom, he patted the side of her face until her eyes fluttered with renewed awareness.
"Hmm?"
"I just figured, even with what you said, you'll want to be conscious for as many of those as possible," he grinned as he rolled on the next rubber. Sweetie smiled up at him, spreading her legs again.
"You, buddy, are going to spoil me for other colts."
It was 3:04 AM, and Button was glaring death at his TV screen.
Stupid frat party. Stupid jocks! Stupid Sweetie Belle staying back there when - A digital shout of 'grenade' was the only warning he had before an erosion on the screen turned his digital avatar into pony paste.
When they threw my stupid ass out on my stupid flank.
He looked down at the controller in his hands. He'd come straight home and logged in with barely a thought. Just stewing in his bad mood and fragging anybody who crossed his sights.
And, once everyone on the server had realized he was on tilt like that, getting fragged four or five times for every one he took down.
He was just about to get back to the grind when he heard a car door slam outside. He dropped the controller and ran over to the window, seeing Sweetie Belle waving to a pickup truck as it disappeared into the distance.
Button opened the front door just as she reached it, and wrapped Sweetie into a big hug.
"I'm sorry I'm such a jerk!" He said into her pink and purple mane. "I'm sorry I'm such a loser, please don't hate me for it!"
Sweetie was stiff for a moment, but then she hugged him back, sighing and shaking her head.
"Of course I don't hate you, you big dork," she slurred, still clearly more than a little drunk. "Imma go to bed, 'kay?" She asked him, pushing back to use him as a support while she closed the door with her magic.
"Yeah, ok- did you take a shower?" He asked her, cooking his head as he smelled a distinctly more masculine shampoo than either of them used.
"Uh huh!" She giggled, wobbling past him with an exaggerated sway in her hips. "Shome himbo threw up on me, so Blaze took me home to get a shower an' wash my… my clothes." Her phone chimed, and Sweetie swayed on her feet while she fished it out of her jeans pocket.
"Whoop!" She laughed, losing her balance and falling onto the couch as she successfully retrieved her phone.
"Careful!" Button yelped, Rushing forward to make sure she was okay.
"'M'fine, jusht drunk," she giggled, batting him away. "Y'd think I was made of glash!" She kept giggling, rubbing her thighs together as she unlocked her phone and read the text she got.
"Blaze wanted to make sure I didn't pass out on the lawn." Sweetie rolled her eyes dramatically… and then kept rolling her head, her mane draped down to the floor while she typed out a reply.
"She wans ta do another coll… a guesht… a music thingy wife me next weekend. Zat okay?"
Button laughed and shook his head, picking Sweetie up with a grunt to carry her to bed, staggering himself now with the added weight.
"Sure… whatever… y'want… babe!"
Sweetie smiled smugly to herself, looking at the picture Blaze had sent her, of a topless Sweetie Belle wearing a necklace of tied-off condoms following the fuck-a-thon that had really inspired her early morning shower.
Next weekend she texted back. 3way?
A moment passed before Button put Sweetie on the bed, her phone clutched to her chest secretively.
"You want me to come along?" Button asked her. Sweetie cooed, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips.
"S'sweet ta ask, but I know y'd be bored. You shtay here an have fun while I do music stuffs."
"You are going to be so hungover in the morning," Button yawned as he went out to get the lights and shut down the console.
Sweetie glanced at the phone again, and grinned at the picture of Rush's cock drooping down against his thigh with Blaze's note of 'if he's recovered!'
"Make me bweakfast tomorrow" Sweetie asked Button, pouting adorably as he came back in, stripping off his shirt.
"Sure thing, babe." Button climbed into bed with her, snuggling up behind her and nuzzling into her freshly-washed mane. "I love you. G'night."
"G'night," Sweetie murmured, typing out her last reply. "Love you too."
With that, she hit the 'send' button on her phone, hooking her phone to the charger as her message shot out onto the network.
