“Mm-hmm.” Sweetie Belle paused for a moment before continuing. Button sighed and smiled to himself before he rolled over and cuddled Sweetie Belle back. What kind of alterior motive could I have for letting her sleep up here rather than in a sleeping bag? Button just shrugged this thought off and went to sleep, but he was quickly awoken by Sweetie Belle wrapping her hooves around him and snuggling up next to him. It’s like she’s expecting me to do something. What’s with those beady eyes? Button thought to himself. “Well, good night,” Button said before rolling over to face away from Sweetie Belle. “Yeah,” Sweetie Belle said, looking up at Button Mash with the beadiest eyes she could manage. That sounds good.” Sweetie Belle then cantered over and hopped into Button’s bed next to him. It looked like Sweetie Belle was thinking about something for a moment before she finally responded. (Maybe that analogy is a bit much, actually.) “Really?” Sweetie Belle asked. Sweetie Belle looked over at Button Mash with an expression not dissimilar to a deer who just heard a noise and was watching carefully to see if it could find out what had made such a mysterious sound. if you want to come sleep on my bed with me, that would be alright.” “Are you sure you’re comfortable on the floor?” he asked. Button’s mom smiled to herself and closed the door.īutton Mash was getting into his bed when he looked over and noticed Sweetie Belle snuggling into her sleeping bag. “‘Night,” both young ponies replied in unison. She then reached up and turned off the light. “Hay!” Button said as his mom and Sweetie Belle laughed. “Somepony’s gotta stay in here and make sure Button stays off his games.” “That’s alright, thanks,” Sweetie replied. “Are you sure you’re comfortable sleeping on the floor, Sweetie Belle?” Button’s mom asked. The mare then turned to Sweetie Belle, who had already set up a sleeping bag. “I wouldn’t want to give you any ideas,” Button said with a chuckle. “Really, Button,” Button’s mom said, “what am I going to have to do to make sure you don’t stay up all night on your video games?” Aside to Sweetie Belle, he said, “I was sure I could keep those hidden from her.” He then cantered over to his pillow and removed Joy Boy and Pony Station Portable. “Games off, lights out, and hoof-helds out from under the pillows.” Just then, Button’s mom poked her head into Button’s room. “I’m sure I do the same thing all the time.” Both ponies got a good laugh out of this. I guess I got carried away.” Sweetie Belle sat down next to Button Mash and put her hoof around her shoulder. ![]() After a few more seconds, Sweetie finally noticed that maybe she was taking things a little too far. ![]() “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have room for improvement.” Button looked down at his controller with a frown on his face as Sweetie Belle continued celebrating. This round was just a fluke, that was all. He had kicked Sweetie Belle’s flank at least 100 times in the past, anyway. ![]() Still, he could be a good sport about it if he tried. “Good game,” Button said, doing his best not to sound angry. He was completely defenseless as his cart got bombed and Sweetie Belle passed him for the win. “Trying to give you this blue shell! Take this!” Sweetie Belle smashed the fire button on her controller, sending the flying blue shell bomb right at Button’s cart. “Oh, I’m trying,” Sweetie Belle said with an evil grin. “It’s like you’re not even trying, tonight!” “Come on, Sweetie Belle!” Button said as he passed Sweetie in the game. He had already cleared it with his mom, so the hard part was out of the way already. It was a holiday weekend, and Rarity was more than willing to accept when Sweetie Belle asked if she could have a sleepover at Button’s house. Sweetie Belle and Button Mash were sitting in Button’s room, playing Mareio Kart.
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