“I’ll have another one.” Silver Screen said, sitting on a stool at the Ponyville Bar.

Silver Screen is the projectionist at the Ponyville Cineplex. He has a blue coat, pitch black hair, and his eyes resemble that of old fashioned 3D Glasses. One eye being red, the other cyan. He loved movies; going to them more than twice a week when he was just a young colt, all the way to his teenage years. When he first got his cutie mark, which is an image of a film reel unspooling, he thought it meant that he would go on to make movies, and be somepony considered highly respectable. Not to mention be extremely popular with the mares.

Turns out, it just meant he was really good at changing film reels at the movie theater; a skill he found out about, when he took a summer job after dropping out of high school before his final year. Being a unicorn, he could change reels like a pro, to the point where he could be having a conversation with somepony while doing it. He was a bit of a late bloomer when it came to his cutie mark.

He had been working at this job for almost a decade; much longer than he had anticipated. The Ponyville Cineplex was never like the theaters in Manehattan or Applewood, which ran completely on this new “digital” technology. This theater ran on good old fashioned film. Silver Screen couldn’t complain too much, as this was a well-paying job, with surprisingly good benefits. He even managed to afford a two pony apartment, despite being a one pony individual. He figured the extra space would be good, especially if by some miracle, a mare entered his life.

Still, like most ponies, he wished for more out of life.

Right now, he’s having a bad day.

At work, a group of rowdy stallions came into a movie well past the first reel, and started to make a ruckus; yelling at the screen and talking loudly. Silver Screen had no respect for ponies who not only arrived late, but cause trouble for everypony else.

He came into the theater, asking the stallions to be quiet, but they laughed and flicked popcorn in his face. Silver Screen became sterner, but this didn’t sit well with the easily agitated colts. After a few heated words, a brawl broke out, the stallions ran off, and now Silver Screen sits in the bar with a fresh black eye.

Silver Screen was never one who liked to lose a fight.

“Here you go, Silver Screen.” The Bartender said, floating a mug of hard apple cider over. “Take it easy, alright?”

“You know me.” Silver Screen smirks, taking a swig. He didn’t think of himself as a drunk; there would be days where he would drink himself tipsy, but never to the point where he would wake up the next morning with an unwanted guest sleeping next to him. Unlike his friends and co-workers at the Cineplex.

“Barkeep? Another appletini, please?” a beautiful and feminine voice called out from across the bar.

“You got it, hon.” The Bartender said with a smile.

Sliver Screen’s ears perked up at the sound of this voice. Not only did she sound absolutely heavenly, but also sad and troubled. His eyes glided along the bar in search of this voice.

He finds it. Sitting alone at the end of the bar is a gorgeous young mare; at least she looked young from the lighting that shined above her. She had a tan coat, and a brown mane. Her cutie mark was that of a heart next to what appeared to be a bottle for young foals. She was looking down at her forehooves, lightly playing with the empty martini glass in front of her, as she waits for the next round.

As her head begins to turn in his direction, Silver Screen looks away from her, instead staring at the mirror in the bar. A look of shock and awe adorns his face, as he ponders his next move.

“Sweet Celestia, she’s gorgeous!” he thinks to himself, “Should I talk to her?” he grimaces at the thought, “No! Look at you, you’re a projectionist! She deserves a high class fancypants pony!” Silver Screen drinks his cider in one gulp, hoping that the alcohol in his system would make him braver.

“I’m doing it. Wish me luck, Brain.” he says quietly to himself.

“Fuck you.” said his brain.

Silver Screen hopped off the stool, walking over to where this Mystery Mare is. He sits on the stool before the one directly next to her, so he wouldn’t come off as too forward. She hasn’t looked in his direction just yet, as she waits for her drink to be finished.

The appletini comes floating over to her, setting gently down next to her empty glass. As the Bartender picks up the empty glass with his magic…

“Bartender? Put that drink on my bill.” Silver Screen says. The Bartender shrugs.

The mare looks over at him, then back at the Bartender, shaking her head.

“No, it’s fine. I can pay for myself.”

“I insist.” Silver Screen says, trying to sound gentle.

“You really don’t need to.”

“I don’t need to, but I WANT to.”

“Why?”

“Well…” he studies her troubled face, “You look like you had a bad day.” Saying this makes her stop whatever was going to come out of her mouth next. “I guess I figured that you could have something good happen for once.”

“Buying me a drink isn’t going to make my day be any better.”

“Probably not…but it’s a start.” Silver Screen smiles, feeling suave and confident.

The mare smirks, as she takes a sip of her fresh appletini.

“You have a bad day too?”

“What gave you that idea?”

“I noticed you sitting over at the end there.” she points to his last seated position, “You looked rather down on yourself. Did you figure having a drink with a mare who also had a bad day would even things out?”

“Maybe I wanted to have a drink with you, because I don’t like seeing a pretty mare with a sad face.”

The mare looks away from him. From the light, he can see a blush grace her cheeks. She uses a hoof to try and cover it, but the damage has been done. Silver Screen feels oddly proud of his small accomplishment; though he’s having trouble figuring out if it was due to the alcohol, or some deep seeded smooth talking pony that was hidden away inside of him finally coming out.

Probably both.

“You didn’t answer my question.” she says, her blush gradually disappearing. “Did you have a bad day?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” He moves the light above her with his magic, giving her a clearer view of his black eye. She gasps, with both forehooves covering her mouth, as she stares with wide-eyed surprise.

“Oh my!” she blurts out, “What happened?!”

Silver Screen recounts to her the tale of his injury, telling her about his job, and attempting to sound like a cool, brave, and heroic pony. She could only stare, as he weaves his very true yarn with overly elaborate wording. When he finished, she chuckled at the story. Not quite the reaction he was expecting.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

“Oh, nothing.” she says, ceasing with her chuckling. “It’s just that you told that story so…” she deepens her voice to try to match his “Macho and tough!” she says in an overzealous manner. “It’s amusing.”

“Yeah, yeah.” he shrugs it off, “Can’t blame a colt for trying to make a story when he gets his ass kicked sound cool.”

“You gave it your best shot.” she says. Taking a closer look, she notices the different eye color. "Hey, your eyes...they're..."

"I know." Silver Screen smirks, "They look like 3D Glasses."

"Yeah...I mean, I was going to say that they are different colors, but now that you mention it...they do look like 3D Glasses."

"Just so you know, they work perfectly well." he gestures putting a hoof in front of his face, simulating it coming right at him, like a dork putting on 3D Glasses for the first time. The mare giggles in amusement.

“Alright alright," she waves a hoof to get him to stop, "Still, that does sound like a bad day.” she takes another sip of her drink.

“What about you?” Silver Screen asks, “What about your bad day?”

“It’s actually many bad days. Only this time, it was a day that drove me here.” she sighs, “I was…recently divorced two months ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Silver Screen says, dropping the heroic act. “I kind of feel like a dick for trying to sound like a tough guy, now”

“No.” she chuckles, “I thought it was sweet.” she reassures him, “My husband left me for another mare, and took one of my little colts along with him.”

“Foals? She’s a Mom?” Silver Screen thinks, “She’s a good looking Mom.”

“How many foals do you have?” he asks.

“Two. One is twelve, the other is eight. The twelve year old went with him, and the eight year old stayed with me.”

“What’s the little colt’s name? The one who stayed?”

“Button Mash.” she smiles, “He always has his head buried in those video games, rather than his school studies.”

“We’ve all been there.” Silver Screen chuckles.

“No kidding. Don’t let my appearance fool you, I can go hoof to hoof with anypony at Super Equestrian Fighter!” she says with conviction. “I suppose I should be proud that he’s so talented at those games, but I just wished he would listen to me more often, and pay more attention to homework and studying. I guess he decided to stay with me, because I’m a pushover compared to his father. He was stricter than I could ever be.”

“Maybe, he stayed with you because he thinks you’re a great Mom, who appreciates his talent despite all that.” Silver Screen said genuinely, but thinking that what he said came out like a pick up line.

“That’s kind of you to say…” she lightly blushes again, once again trying to hide it from him. She then remembers something, almost giving herself a hoof slap. “I’m sorry. I don’t know your name, and here I am, talking about my foal.”

“It’s no problem.” Silver Screen smiles, “I’m Silver Screen.”

“Milano…Milano Mash.” she tells him.

“Milano Mash, huh?”

“Don’t start.” she says sternly.

“What?”

“I know what you’re going to say.”

“What am I going to say?”

“You’re probably going let loose with a bunch of pick-up lines, and probably make some pun having to do with my last name.”

“No, I was actually going to tell you that you have a nice name that suits you.”

“That’s kind of a pick-up line.”

“Okay, then you’re right.”

The two share a laugh. Milano takes a final swig of her drink. All empty. She looks at the glass with a bit of disappointment. She looks back at Silver Screen, gesturing him with the possibility of buying her another one. He obliges, telling the bartender to get her another drink, along with a mug of hard cider for him. Their drinks arrive in moments.

“It’s a little sad…” she says, “Button thinks I’m out with friends, rather than sitting here.”

“Is Button all alone at the house?”

“Goodness no, he has the Foal Sitter to look after him.” she drinks, “I remember when I was a Foal Sitter. It’s how I got this cutie mark.” She looks down at her mark, reminiscing about days long passed. Silver Screen’s gaze travels down with her, staring at the rather fitting mark. “I guess taking care of foals was my special talent. A lot of good that’s done me, when I had one colt bail on me.” she harrumphs, slowly going back to her sullen expression.

“Aw, don’t talk like that. At least you have an awesome talent.” Silver Screen says, causing her to look back at him, “All I can do is change film reels.”

“I bet you’re really good at it, though.” she smiles, before her face changes into one of slight confusion, trying to figure out if what she said could be considered flirting or not.

“I don’t like to boast, but I am pretty damn good at it.” He smirks, then changing the subject. “Besides, you’re not alone here. Button’s got a Foal Sitter, and you got…me. Granted, I’m not the best company Ponyville has to offer, but...”

“I don’t know. You seem to be handling yourself well, so far.” she smirks, then going back to a sullen expression. “Button hasn’t taken to the divorce well. He’s always telling me that Dad will come back, no matter what I say to him. I try to explain why Dad and his brother left, but he thinks I’m making up stories to scare him. That’s why I’m here, to take a break from it all.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright.” she sighs, “Sometimes, I feel like this is all my fault.”

“Why is that?”

“I paid more attention to the foals, than I did my husband. He would go to work, and I would spend most of the week at home; cooking, cleaning, taking care of the foals, bringing them to school, and picking them up. By the time he gets home, I would be too exhausted to do anything.”

“So, he left you for being a housemare?”

“That wasn’t all I did. I also work over at the Ponyville Bank every other day.”

“So he left you for being a housemare, AND for having a job?”

“No, I’m sure he left me, because we barely had se….” she stops, clearing her throat. “Intimacy was an issue.” she cleans her language.

“Oh…” Silver Screen gets it.

“He would be in the mood, and I would…not. We had a big fight about it; he told me that he was sick of all my…excuses. Weeks later, I find that he had been seeing another mare. I confronted him about it, and he said that it was all my doing; that I drove him to it.” She sees Sliver Screen’s concerned expression. She chortles, “There I go again; talking about my troubles with somepony I’ve known for all of ten minutes.”

“It’s…” Silver Screen thinks, “It’s a lot to take in. I can’t believe he did that to you.”

“I guess that’s how life is. One moment, you’re an eighteen year old mare madly in love; the next, you’re a thirty year old mother of two who gets divorced because she wouldn’t put out on a regular basis.” she finishes her drink.

“Well, fuck him.” Silver Screen says dismissively.

Milano shoots a look at him. Not out of anger, but out of pure genuine surprise that he said that.

“What?”

“If all he cared about was sex, then he doesn’t deserve you. He would have respected what you did, and admired your will to take care of the foals AND have a well-paying job in the process. If he didn’t respect you for that, then fuck him.” Silver Screen looks down at his mug, “Woah, I think this stuff is getting to me. I don’t usually talk like this. Normally, I’m terrible at conversing with mares. Not to mention that I don’t swear this much.”

“It’s quite alright.” Milano giggles, “You’re much more entertaining than the other drunks here.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I am NOT drunk.” His stomach growls as if on cue. “But I am hungry, apparently.”

“You…want to go to a booth?” Milano says, motioning her head over to an empty booth by the window.

“Sure. But, I’m paying for it.”

The two spend the next couple hours conversing with each other, talking about their pasts, and various stories of a comical nature. Silver Screen would tell her about why he dropped out of high school, and how he was made fun of for being a blank flank until the day he took the job at the Cineplex. Milano listened to him intently, not judging him for taking such a path, and seemed interested in what he had to say.

Milano would tell him about Button, and all the trouble he has gotten himself into. She told him plenty about herself too, but Silver Screen gets the feeling that she doesn’t find herself interesting, which he highly disagrees. Watching her move and talk, he can’t help but be rather taken by her. She is certainly somepony that everypony should know at one point or another.

The eleven o’clock hour approaches, and Silver Screen is finishing up a story about how he once spliced two whole seconds worth of porn in a movie for foals. Milano is cracking up at each sentence of his story.

“Then the Manager comes up to me and says ‘How did porn get in that foal movie?!', and I simply shrugged and went ‘I dunno.’ They never found out who really did it.”

“You are so bad!” Milano laughs, playfully pushing Sliver Screen. “You’re glad I wasn’t there, or I would have raised some hell with you!”

“Believe me, the film I did it to was total shit. You and your foals wouldn’t have been caught dead in it.”

“From what you told me about it, I probably wouldn’t have.”

They continue to laugh amongst themselves. As their laughter subsides, Silver Screen catches a look in Milano’s eyes. It’s the look of somepony who has a genuine interest in him. He doesn’t say anything, choosing to let it play out, just in case his assumption is completely wrong. When they break eye contact and glance around the bar, they find that there are only a few ponies left in the establishment.

Milano looks over at the clock. Her eyes widen in surprise.

“Shoot, I have to get going.” she says, slinging her purse around her. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” Silver Screen says, “I had fun talking to you.”

“Me too.” she smiles, looking into his eyes. “Thanks for making me laugh. It’s been a while since I did that.”

“Hey, anytime. You certainly made MY day a lot better.” he tells her. He looks back at his now empty glass of cider, contemplating getting another drink before hitting the path back home. Soon, he notices that Milano isn’t moving. He looks back at her, seeing the metaphorical cogs turn in her head. “What is it?” he asks.

She doesn’t say anything. He keeps staring at her, wondering just what exactly she is thinking. From the looks of things, she appears to be having some sort of inner battle with her thoughts.

“Hell with it.” she says.

To Silver Screen’s surprise, Milano suddenly lunges for him, locking lips with his for one hell of a passionate, if slightly alcohol induced kiss. Her tongue drives its way into his mouth, and practically dances with him. Silver Screen’s look of surprise turns into one of euphoria, as he gets into the kiss, placing a hoof on her hip, bringing her closer, as he gets into the swing of things.

The other patrons and Bartender notice these two’s dance of primal love, watching them like one would watch a documentary about the mating habits of animals…with great interest and curiosity.

Milano moves him onto the table, knocking over the glasses and plates of what is now crumbs, as she gets on top of him, making the kiss more forceful, yet still having that erotic edge to it. If nopony stops them (and nopony likely will), they would have quite the show to witness.

It doesn’t take long for Milano’s brain to prevail, finally removing her lips from his, and the two of them are able to catch their breath.

“Oh…” Silver Screen says, breathing just as heavily as she is. “Oh wow.”

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it so far.”

“No, don’t worry about it. That was…that was amazing.” Silver Screen realizes that he is on top of the table. “Did you move me to the table?”

“Yeah…” she blushes, “Guess I sort of lost control.”

“That’s okay. I really didn’t mind.” The two look to see the patrons and Bartender staring at them. “Show’s over, guys.” Everypony goes back to their business, grumbling with disappointment. Silver Screen turns his attention back to Milano. “Well…it was nice to…”

“Will you come home with me?” she interrupts, making Silver Screen pause.

“Serious?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Sliver Screen’s answer is concise and immediate.

“Okay.” He throws down a few bits, paying for the meal and drinks. “Let’s go.”

The two walk to Milano’s house, nearly side by side, as if conjoined at the hip. Silver Screen would look over at her every once in a while, and she would look back at him, with that unmistakable look of absolute sultriness. A bead a sweat rolled down his brow, along with a gulp, wondering just what the night will hold for these two ponies.

They arrive at her house. It’s a nice, two story place, with two vases of beautiful flowers placed right at the front door. Milano trots up the steps, unlocking the door.

“Hello?” Milano says, calling out with the hint of a whisper.

Hopping off the couch, a pink pony, who goes by the named of Pinkie Pie, walks up to them with a happy bounce in her step.

“Hi, Milano Mash.” she says, also in a hushed tone.

“Sorry for being so late, Pinkie. Is Button asleep?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I tucked him in a couple hours ago.” She looks over at Silver Screen, with a little familiarity. “Hey, aren’t you the projectionist at the Ponyville Cineplex?”

“I am.” he says.

“I thought I knew you from somewhere.” she shrugs, not questioning why he’s there in the first place. Milano gives her the bits for the night. Pinkie looks at her reward. “Hey, you’re giving me more than usual.”

“That’s for staying a little longer. Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem.” She says with a wide smile, before bouncing away. “See you, Milano Mash. See you, Milano Mash’s date!”

Silver Screen turns around to correct her, but she is gone before he knew it. Shaking his head, Silver Screen closes the door, locking it.

“I need to check if he’s asleep.” Milano whispers. Silver Screen nods.

They walk up the stairs together; carefully, so as to not make any noise. Eventually, they stop outside of Button’s room. Milano peers inside, seeing Button sound asleep, with that unmistakable snore indicating that he is actually asleep, and not play sleeping. She smiles, closing the door as gently as possible. She looks over at Silver Screen, with a nod and a sensual look in her eyes.

She leads him over to her room; the last door at the end of the hall. She lets him in first, while she follows behind, closing the door.

Once he’s inside, Silver Screen turns around to see Milano approaching him. They both look incredibly nervous, rubbing their hooves on the carpet, as they ponder their next moves.

“We have to be quiet.” she says, “Don’t want to wake up Button.”

“Okay. I’ll…do my best.” he replies.

“Do you…” she glances over at the bed, “Do you want to be on top, or should I?”

“Whichever position you’re comfortable with.”

“Leaving it up to me, huh?” she chortles, “I think I’m starting to like you.”

She inches closer to him, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. Silver Screen meets her halfway, and hovers his lips over hers, knowingly teasing her. She laughs while stifling a moan, finally having enough and pressing her mouth against his. It’s an oddly tender, but unquestionably sensual kiss, unlike the one at the bar. Silver Screen found the differences strange, but considering she wants the act to be a quiet affair, he understands.

Milano pushes him backwards over to the bed, causing him to fall over on the soft, comfortable mattress. He moves back all the way to the headboard, watching her climb on top, prowling towards him like a hungry predator. He smiles at this side of her, catching just a glimpse of her wild side. Milano gets on top of him, straddling his stomach, and squeezing her thighs against his hips. Silver Screen does his very best not to moan in a simultaneous bout of pain and pleasure, as he can soon feel his stomach getting moist with Milano’s sexual juices.

Silver Screen tries to look down to see her leaking slit, but she brings a hoof down against his cheek, forcing him to turn her attention back to her beautiful eyes.

“Remember…try to be quiet.” she says in a stern but seductive tone of voice. Silver Screen can only nod in agreement at her words.

Milano descends downward closer to the foot of the bed, never taking her eyes off Silver Screen. Once she does, she looks at his hardening member, almost at full mast. She smiles, licking her lips with devious anticipation. She puts one hoof on it, and it quivers at her very touch. She presses the other hoof on it, and it’s now as hard as a diamond. Slowly, she starts to stroke it, licking the bottom of his shaft with each movement.

Silver Screen’s eyes widen, biting his hoof to prevent himself from making noise. Small but noticeable moans leave his mouth, as he struggles to stay quiet. Milano can only giggle at his difficulty.

Ceasing with the stroking, and without warning, she wraps her mouth around his length, pushing downward so it reaches past the back of her throat. Silver Screen nearly goes bug eyed at the feeling, and a little spark of magic bursts from his horn, briefly lighting up the room like a lamp just turned on.

Milano begins to fellate him slowly, her saliva slicking his member so much, that her bobbing becomes smooth and easy. Silver Screen can only watch, and feel her tongue make circles around the tip every time she gets to the top, before plunging it back down. He bites down into his hoof harder, breaking skin and causing blood to drip into his mouth, tasting his own blood. If she doesn’t stop, he can finish at any moment, and he doesn’t want this to end. It’s not helping that she is going faster and faster. He wants to tell her to stop, but he can’t. It’s like she knows that he will go off at any moment.

“M… Milano …” he quietly says, “I….I….”

His small moments of resistance go unheard, as Milano keeps going. He can’t take any more of this.

Silver Screen lets out a muffled grunt, as he bucks his hips up hard, and explodes his hot seed down her throat. Milano exhales with a pleased hum, as she takes every drop of his seed, and swallows it to start its journey down to her stomach.

He regrets finishing so soon, but the feeling was unimaginably satisfying. Of course, he soon gets the hunch that things aren’t quite over yet.

With an audible POP sound, Milano removes herself from his shaft, with a sensual smile gracing her face.

“Not bad…” she whispers, licking her lips of any stray strands of semen. “Now, it’s your turn, Mr. Projectionist.”

Milano lies down next to him, spreading her legs, and exposing her slick and dripping sex. It’s primed and ready to go, but Silver Screen has a ways to go before he gets hard again. With no time to wait, he does the next best thing. The only problem…he has no idea how to do said next best thing.

Milano looks down, watching Silver Screen stare at her slit with a combination of curiosity and wonderment, thinking about the best way to approach a situation like this.

“You never tried this before?”

“Can’t say that I have.” Silver Screen says. “Most mares weren’t interested in this part.”

“It’s easy…” she smiles, leaning up and placing her hooves on his cheeks. “Just dive in…” suddenly, she SHOVES Silver Screen’s muzzle into her, already electing a quiet moan from her mouth. “…and lick.”

“Umph, okay…” he says, muffled by Milano’s wanting sex.

He opens his mouth, inserting as much of his tongue inside of her, feeling her wet slick and glistening walls. Her juices are sweet, with a tingling aftertaste after each lap. As Milano holds him against her, she moves a hoof up to his horn, slowly stroking it as if it were his shaft.

The horn is sensitive to the touch, and he can feel each stroke as he continues to lick her moist inner walls. Muffled moans exit his mouth, and heavy breaths leave Milano’s. She bites her lip, feeling the small twang of her impending orgasm. It’s not there yet, but it is coming. She moves the hoof holding down Sliver Screen, bringing it to her mouth, and covering her lips, so that she may attempt to muffle any future moans.

Though no longer held down, Silver Screen doesn’t leave, instead trying to go deeper, continuing to taste Milano’s sweet nectar. His hooves move up to the small nubs above her crotch, rubbing them with the slightest hint of aggression. Milano’s moans become more frequent, stroking Silver Screen’s horn with more vigorousness.

The hoof rubbing is what’s turning him on the most. He can feel his length hardening up again with each passing rub. He matches her intensity, by viciously going to town on her netheregions, to the point there is not much more she can take. His horn starts to glow brighter than ever, with small bursts of magic shooting out onto the ceiling above.

Milano can no longer endure, removing her hoof from his horn, causing the light to dissipate, and lying flat on the bed, using both hooves to cover her mouth, as she can feel herself getting close.

After a few more licks, she lets loose. Torrents of sexual juices leave her satisfied slit and straight into the mouth of a very surprised Silver Screen. He takes it all in, drinking each and every drop of her delicious liquid. Her moans are loud, even with both hooves covering her mouth, as her orgasm is long as it is powerful.

Once she is done, Silver Screen finally separates himself from her, moving his way upwards, kissing every inch of her body, before reaching her face. Gently, he removes her hooves from her mouth, leaning down for a small but romantic kiss.

“I…I didn’t mean to be so loud.” she says bashfully. “I…I guess it’s been a while.”

“It’s okay.” he smirks, “Not bad for my first time with something like that, huh?”

“Not bad at all.” she leans up, kissing him on the cheek. She glances down, spotting his now throbbing member resting on her stomach. “You ready?”

“I’m pretty sure I am.” he jests, making her giggle.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Silver Screen wraps his member with magic, positioning it against Milano’s entrance. Once he gets a good angle, he lets go, and thrusts himself inside her in one quick motion. Milano’s pupils dilate, and a hoof goes back on her mouth, as she has felt something she hasn’t felt in a long time…pain.

“Are you okay?” Silver Screen asks, “I…I didn’t mean...”

Milano answers his question with a deep, erotic kiss, effectively silencing him from his worries and concern. Once their lips separate, she looks into his eyes with a loving look, followed by a nod. She wants him to continue.

Slowly, gently, he moves himself in and out of her, allowing her to get used to the pain. She hadn’t made love in a long while, to the point where she nearly forgot how good it felt. She remembers now, she remembers the absolute joy and ecstasy she felt when she would make love with her ex-husband. She glances at Silver Screen’s face with the expression of absolute pleasure gracing it. Milano smiles, leaning back up to give him yet another kiss, which he happily accepts.

Using her hooves, Milano pushes Silver Screen upwards, moving him back into a seated position, with her back on top and straddling him. Once she gets him where she wants him, she begins grinding his hardened member. Silver Screen looks downwards, watching Milano’s hips gyrate as his shaft moves in and out of her. It’s a sexy sight, indeed.

“Do you like me being on top?” Milano whispers, breaking Silver Screen’s attention from her hips.

“Y-Yes.” he says, attempting to silence his pleasurable moan.

“Good.”

Milano moves him further downward onto his back, while she stays in her position, riding him with a quicker pace. Silver Screen moves his forehooves up, feeling her body from head to rump. When he gets to her supple and firm plot, he presses his hooves against it, pushing his shaft deeper inside of her.

The sensation almost causes Milano to shout in sexual nirvana, but Silver Screen catches it quickly, putting a hoof on her mouth. She smiles, rewarding him with a faster grind, leaning down so her body is pressed against him as they thrust at the same time. They stare deeply into each other’s eyes, as their pace quickens, and their orgasms begin to build.

Milano catches the struggle on Silver Screen’s face, trying not to moan. He almost does, when she puts a hoof on his mouth. They’re both silent; both with hooves in their mouths, one from the other, and both about to burst at any moment.

Simultaneously, their eyes widen. They don’t have to say anything, they both know that the other is close.

Milano moves up, back to a straddling position, with Silver’s Screen’s hoof still in her mouth. She rides the hell out of his shaft, as he continues to thrust upwards. The room is void of their voices, but the bed creaks ever so slightly from their movement.

Tears well up in Milano’s eyes, realizing how much she had missed this feeling of being one with somepony.

As for Silver Screen…well…he just might be in love.

Neither one could hold back any longer. Milano’s walls tighten, unleashing another wave of orgasmic liquid, coating Silver Screen’s shaft. Realizing that he’s about to cum inside, he tries to remove her from his length, but she stands her ground, giving him a few extra thrusts, before he can no longer bear to hold it. He shoots his load of sticky white seed into her, filling her up quickly, and pouring out of her slit and onto the bed. Both their eyes roll to the back of their head, enraptured in this long and heavenly moment of bliss.

Once their orgasms have subsided, they remove their hooves from each other’s mouths, and Milano collapses onto Silver Screen’s chest, rubbing her cheek on his damp and sweaty coat. They breathe heavily, but continue to remain silent after what just happened.

Silver Screen’s softening member slides out of Milano’s entrance, his semen and her juices pouring out even further. Milano can feel it gushing out of her, smiling at the sensation.

“That was a lot…” she chuckles, “Was I really that good?”

“At the risk of ruining this moment…you definitely got the high score for that.” Silver Screen jokes.

“Oh, Sweet Celestia. You nerd.” Milano laughs, playfully rubbing a hoof on his chest.

“Sorry. I should really think about what comes out of my mouth sometimes.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” she prods a friendly hoof at his shoulder, “Thanks for trying to be quiet.”

“I think I did okay. You on the other hoof…”

“I know, I’m terrible.” she blushes, “I’ll try to do better next time.”

Silver Screen pauses at the thought. Deep down, he figured this was going to be one of those spectacular one night stands. Now, here she is, talking about a next time. Really though, he’d be lying if he said this doesn’t make him the least bit happy.

“You better.” he grins, hiding his thoughts from her. “So, um…” he thinks, “Is it okay that I…” he glances downwards, indicating Milano’s filled sex.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I let you, didn’t I?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you let me, or were just in the heat of the moment.”

“Probably a little bit of both.” she laughs. “Don’t worry, I won’t get pregnant. After Button, I made sure of it.”

“Oh, well…alright then.” Silver Screen sighs in relief, “So…” he thinks further, “Do you want me to go?”

“Why would I want you to go?” she looks at him quizzically.

“It’s…it’s just something I’m used to; being asked to leave, that is.”

“Oh…” she understands, “Well…” she thinks about it for a few moments. She briefly considers it; letting him leave. After all, that was her original plan, as she not only wanted to be quiet so to not wake up her son, but so after it was over, she would ask him to leave. However, the last thing she expected was for the sex to be as incredible as it was. There was no WAY she was going to let this Stallion leave her sight.

At least…for the night.

She rests her head back on his chest, replying “Nah, you can stay.”

“Great.” he says. Slowly, he moves Milano over to her side of the bed, with the two never breaking apart from one another. Using his magic, he floats the blanket up, bringing it down to cover their bodies.

“Thanks.” she says, “Remind me to clean the sheets tomorrow.”

“I’ll be sure to let you know.” he chuckles. “Good night, Milano.”

“Good night, Silver Screen.” she closes her eyes. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making my day a lot better.” she smiles, drifting off to sleep, whilst keeping her embrace on him.

Silver Screen smiles as he watches her fall into dreamland. He moves a lock of hair covering her face, coming down and kissing her on the forehead. He brings her in closer, resting his chin on the top of her mane, as her hot breath warms the tuft of fur standing up on his chest.

“You’re welcome.” he whispers softly, closing his eyes, and drifting into a deep sleep.