“Bumblemare!!!” Race Rider yells, watching his robotic comrade fall over from a high powered blast from Trotdown’s energy cannon.

The faithful Autobronc writhes on the ground, trying to get up and continue the fight, but her energy has fallen. Race stumbles up on the war torn battle ground, galloping to her and putting his hooves on her chasse in comfort and assurance.

“Stay there, buddy. I’ll take care of him.” Anger flourishes in his eyes. Preparing for one hell of a retaliation.

Trotdown fires at the leader of the Autbroncs, Optibroc Prime, with Tracey, Race’s marefriend, firing away with her newly acquired piece of alien weaponry, found on Trotdown’s ship.

“Take that!” Tracey yells in rage at the malevolent bounty hunter.

“You will pay for your insolence, filly!” Trotdown growls with seething hatred, aiming his cannon at her.

“NO!” Optibronc dives in the way of the blast, hitting him square in the chest.

Tracey has no time to react, as another blast comes her way. She dodges and dives the explosions that follow, trying desperately to survive the onslaught. Prime tries to get up, but it’s a struggle.

The blue coated, silver maned unicorn is soon cornered. She aims her weapon to fire, but Trotdown takes it away with a single swipe.

“You’ve seen my face, your life is DONE!” he aims his cannon at her.

“TROTDOWN!” a voice screams from the distance.

The bounty hunter turns to see Race, riding an out of control wagon, which is currently barreling at him. The wagon is packed to the brim with explosives, ready to go off at a moments notice.

“Race! No!” Optibronc yells.

“It’s all up to you, Prime!” Race calls out, turning his attention back to Trotdown.

“You, think you can defeat ME?!” Trotdown roars.

“No, but I can try!” Race smirks with confidence.

Trotdown braces for impact, as Tracey raises a foreleg up in an attempt to call out to Race.

“No, Race!” Tracey screams.

“This is for Bumblemare, you ugly sonofa…”

He dives off the wagon in a fraction of a second before it collides with Trotdown’s face. A massive explosion rocks the stallion onto the ground, knocking him out cold. Optibronc, seeing his pony companion on the ruined rubble of the city, gets a second wind, rising up and taking on Trotdown.

Tracey gallops over to the lifeless body of Race, cradling him as the world around her explodes in battle. Tears runs down her face, with some falling onto the cheeks of her coltfriend.

“Race…stay with me. I don’t want to lose you.” she cries, “Please…I love you.” Tracey raise him up to her chest, embracing him tightly.

“Being your coltfriend is hazardous to my health.” Race weakly says.

Hearing his voice once again, Tracey looks down at him, seeing his smiling face. Lovingly, she caresses his bloodied cheek, and he hers.

“You still happy that we met?” she asks.

Race responds by leaning up and planting a romantic and passionate kiss on her lips. She savors the moment, as battle still rages on behind them. A massive explosion goes off inches away from them, but they don’t care; they are lost in the moment. Race separates, looking deeply into her eyes.

“Always.” he smiles.

“CUT!” a voice calls out from a megaphone.

Silver Screen and Trixie relax as they get up from the ground, politely dusting each other off from the massive explosion that happened behind them. Crew members walk around the set, getting things back into place, and moving aside the soft mat that Silver Screen dived on during his daring jump, and setting up the green boxes that serve as stand ins for the titular heroes, back to their respective places.

It has been over a month since Transformares 4 began production, and the press had been hot on Michelin Hay’s tail since he cast two unknowns in major roles. With a massive budget, yet a smaller pony cast, most pundits have considered this to be the riskiest installment yet.

Silver Screen’s time during shooting has been extremely hectic, with the infamous director shooting all the action set pieces at the front, with the more intimate and emotionally involving scenes in the back. Even so, he’s been having a great time.

His relationship on and off the set has been mostly positive, though the director’s notorious attitude wasn’t toned down for either of the two actors. He was blunt with his criticisms, something that even Trixie, who once had the ego the size of the universe, took to heart. Over the course of shooting, they improved their technique, and Michelin becomes happier by the day. A successful shooting day would usually lead to them going out to eat, even when they are all covered in ash and soot from doing their own stunts.

It didn’t take long for the two new actors to become friends, as they were both new to the game, despite Trixie’s history with being a travelling magician. Their rapport caused rumors that the two were dating, but they both denied the rumors fervently, despite their friendly nature towards one another.

“Great job, Trixie.” Silver Screen smirked, “Are your knees okay?”

“They’re fine, thanks.” Trixie nods, “It’ll take more than a few pieces of stray rubble to scratch the knees of the Great and Powerful….um…I mean…I’m okay. My mane is a bit singed, though.”

“Let me see!” Michelin gallops towards them, looking closely at the little singe in Trixie’s mane. He looks over at the pyrotechnics ponies, “The explosion was supposed to go off long before they were in that area! You could have killed our stars! I hope you know that!” He watches at the crew gallops away in fear.

“How did it look?” Silver Screen asked.

“We filmed the kiss in slow motion, so it looked amazing. “ Michelin said with a degree of excitement, before going back to a concerned tone, “Still, are you okay Trixie?”

“Nothing a little shower and a mane stylist can’t fix.” she chuckles, “The old me would have lost her marbles at such an event.” Trixie notices a few members of the press making their way onto the set, holding up cameras and notepads. “It appears that we are to do interviews, today.”

“Really?” Silver Screen looks over, seeing the press as well. “Didn’t we already do interviews last week?”

“You know how press ponies are.” Trixie chortles, “Always looking for more behind the scenes gossip and stories.”

The two head over to the expecting journalists, who are chomping at the bit to once again interview these two hot young stars.

“By the way, Silver Screen…” she continues, “You did a great job as well; especially that kiss. That was… a very good kiss.”

“You think so?”

“Yes. It felt…real. Do you actually have feelings for me?” she playfully jabs.

“No.” Silver Screen lightly chuckles, “I mean…I like you as a friend, but…” he blushes, “That kiss was for somepony else.”

“Ah. The single mother from Ponyville. Milano, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. I haven’t seen her since back in Ponyville. I guess you can say I’m a bit homesick.”

“More like mare-sick.” she laughs, “If you kiss her like that, it’s no wonder you’re not single.”

“Like learning I was taken didn’t stop you from constantly flirting with me for the first two weeks of shooting.” he quips with sarcasm.

“I flirt with everypony. Watch, I’m going to flirt with these press ponies, too.”

“That will be fun to watch.”

“You still write to her, right?” Trixie changes the subject back to Milano.

“Of course. I just sent a letter last week. I hope everything is okay.”

“I’m sure that she is just fine. It’s hard to believe that she would let a ‘Bad Stallion’ like you go.” her teasing is endless but amusing for the former Projectionist.

“Blech, don’t remind me of that persona. I try to be friendly with the press, but they always think I’m going to try and beat them up. I wish I could smile for those magazine covers, too.”

“Please. Everypony loves the serious you. Sure, you’re a big softy in my eyes, but even I can admit that you have a marvelous serious face.”

“Same to you.” he smiles, looking back at the press. “Now, let’s get to some interviewing.”

Night has fallen, with Michelin calling it a wrap for the day, as his preferred sunlight has come and gone. Silver Screen has gone back to his room at the Ponyville Hotel; the same room where he and Milano spent an unforgettable night together, which on retrospect was also rather kinky for him.

Upon entering the hotel room, he calls up room service, making the usual order of a pineapple and banana pepper pizza. They said it would be done in fifteen minute, to which his stomach grumbled in anticipation.

Plummeting on the comfortable bed, he sits back and watches some television. Access Applewood, the popular entertainment program, shows the interviews he and Trixie did back on the set. Silver Screen marvels how fast editors are on footage such as this, as it felt like not too long had passed since filming to final cut.

It’s been a week since he last sent her a letter to Ponyville, detailing on particularly grueling day at work, where a mistimed carriage flip nearly cost him a hoof. He made note of the risky conditions of being on set, and that he’s lucky for his reflexes and a killer medical team, who are on staff every day. Michelin Hay’s sets have been constantly criticized as danger zones for everypony involved, but on some level, Silver Screen enjoys the danger and surprise.

Normally, he would get a response back from her, but he’s heard nothing for the past few days. He wonders if she’s okay, or if she has finally moved on to somepony else. He feels bad for thinking of such an outcome, but he wouldn’t blame her, either.

As he ponders this, he hears a knock on the door.

“Already?” Silver Screen says, looking at the clock. “I only ordered like five minutes ago.”

Turning down the volume of the television, he gets up from the bed and walks to the door.

As he flips the last lock, the door suddenly springs open, and Silver Screen finds himself enraptured in the wanting hooves of Milano, as she drives her lips into his. He stumbles backwards, falling back onto the bed and getting into the spontaneous, but not unwelcome lip lock.

“You’re not pizza!” Silver Screen says in between kisses, “You’re much better than pizza!”

“Damn right!” Milano laughs, before stopping. “Wait…you ordered pizza?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s on it?”

“Pineapple and banana peppers.”

“Our favorite!” she smiles, going back down for another flurry of kisses. Silver Screen cannot help but remember the last time she burst through a door for a make out session, and chuckle during their passionate kiss.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, “How did you find me?”

“It wasn’t hard.” Milano answered, “You’re staying in the same hotel we spent the night in on Nightmare Night.”

“That’s understandable.” He smirks, “I was getting worried. You didn’t write me back.”

“After you told me about that day where you nearly got hurt, I knew I had to see you again.” Milano holds on to his face, looking at him lovingly in the eyes. “I don’t know what I would have done, if I read about you getting hospitalized.”

“Thanks for the concern, but the chances of me getting seriously hurt are pretty slim.”

“You happy to see me, or not?” she teases.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am EXTREMELY happy to see you. To be honest, I’ve been missing you something fierce, since I left Ponyville.”

“So, the rumors of you and Trixie…”

“Are greatly exaggerated. She’s a friend, and I can’t shut up about you on the set.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I showed a photo of you, and the colts were howling at the moon.”

“Shut up!” she giggles, playfully hitting Silver Screen’s chest. “You’re such a liar!”

“No lies!” he laughs, “They think you’re extremely sexy!”

“For a mother?”

“For a mare.”

“There’s only one stallion that I care thinks that I’m sexy…” she kisses him softly on the lips, “…and that’s you.” Suddenly, she pins him down, licking her lips with devious anticipation. “Enough talk.” she purrs, “I have to make up for lost time.”

Silver Screen is tempted to let her know that Pizza is on its way, and will arrive within minutes. However, from the look in her eyes, she doesn’t care, and there’s no arguing with her. Not that he was planning on arguing with her anyway, merely informing her.

“Yeah. We have plenty of time.” Silver Screen deduces, grinning a wide and enthusiastic grin.

With all his strength, he rolls Milano on her back, with him now pinning her down. She likes his aggression, and the following action of him vigorously kissing her neck makes her moan loudly. Usually, she begins with soft moans before they get down to real business, but her letting loose now tells Silver Screen that she’s been wanting for the last month. He can feel his left thigh being soaked by her sexual fluids, already pouring out of her like a mare in heat. Which begs the question…

“Are you in heat?” he asks, genuinely wondering.

“No.” Milano says between heavy breaths, “I just want you.”

“Good enough for me.” Silver Screen smiles, going down to her haunches. He laps up the liquids coming from her wet and wanting cunny, eliciting more loud moans from the horny mare. Silver Screen has gotten the technique down well during the time they have been together; he knows what she likes, and she never tires of his technique.

“Sweet Celestia, I’ve missed you.” she whispers.

“I can tell.” Silver Screen chuckles, licking her haunches and slit fervently, “I can so tell.”

It doesn’t take long for Milano’s first orgasm to hit hard, as Silver Screen feels more of her juices pour into his mouth like a dam holding water back being busted open. He lets the sweet flavor settle in his palate, before he swallows it all in one massive gulp.

Silver Screen looks up to see Milano; her face is crimson red and is looking away from him in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.” Milano trembles, “That was…too soon.”

“It’s okay.” he goes up to her muzzle, kissing it gently, “There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about. If it makes you feel any better…it’s been a long time for me as well. I bet I’ll last even shorter.” he chuckles.

He moves down to her chest, noticing that it has gotten a bit more fluff since he last saw it. He buries his face into the fluff, rubbing against it and kissing it, allowing some of it to enter his mouth, so he can playfully pull at the extraneous fur. Milano bites her lip at his teasing, not know how much more she can take before begging for him to get on with what she wants him to do.

“Stop…” Milano gasps; her eyes closed shut and still biting her quivering lip. “I need you, now. Please…”

Silver Screen goes back up to her; his pulsating shaft rubbing against her thigh and prodding at her slick sex. Milano opens her eyes slowly at the smirking stallion before her, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. Once separated, she nods slowly.

She’s ready and waiting.

Aligning his length with magic, Silver Screen plunges himself into her pussy, eliciting a loud cry. The former projectionist is happy the walls in the Applewood Hotel are incredibly thick, allowing for loud erotic activities such as this.

His thrusts are slow and gentle; aware that even the smallest of movements inside her are setting her off on a large scale. Milano can feel another orgasm coming, and doesn’t fight it. With another loud moan, and a sudden tightness of her inner walls, Milano climaxes again, coating Silver Screen’s shaft thoroughly.

“I’m sorry.” she apologizes again, “I don’t understand…”

Silver Screen doesn’t let her finish, planting another passionate and lavish kiss on her lips. His tongue finds its way into her mouth, and begins a primal dance with her tongue. His thrusts gradually become faster and rougher, and she’s enjoying every minute of it. She can feel his cock throb from every thrust, as if holding back on his climax.

Her timid and apologetic demeanor diminishes, as she suddenly flips him over on his back; placing her hooves on his chest to keep him from moving.

“It’s my turn.” she smiles.

Silver Screen watches as she grinds against him. His length moving around inside of her, and feeling her moist walls constrict around it. He places his hooves onto her rump, making her grind harder and faster on him. Milano throws her head up, moaning at the ceiling as Silver Screen begins to moan as well. Seeing her like this is driving him wild; his teeth clench, and his eyes close.

“Milano…you’re gonna make me…”

Milano goes faster, wanting him to cum. It’s what she’s been waiting for. The feeling of his warm seed flowing through her is one that she had been longing for. She’s not going to waste one more second to get what she wants from him. The mere thought of his essence makes another orgasm incoming, causing her to be rougher with him.

It doesn’t take long for Silver Screen to buck his hips hard, plunging his shaft upwards deep inside and shooting his seed into her. The two shout at their climaxes happen simultaneously, with the feeling being indescribable to them. His semen oozes out of her, along with her orgasmic juices, with the thought crossing the two lovers as to what will happen when he pulls out. A giggle elicits from Milano, thinking about the poor pony that has to clean the sheets, though it’s probably a common occurrence in this hotel.

Once their orgasms have subsides, Milano collapses onto Silver Screen’s chest, with the two of them breathing heavily from the experience.

“It’s wonderful to see you again.” Silver Screen whispers in her ear, giving it a sensual nibble.

“SS…” Milano trails, before finally dropping an atom bomb of a question, “Will you marry me?”

KNOCK KNOCK

Pizza is here.

Silver Screen helps Milano onto her side, covering her body with the sheets. He takes a robe and wraps it around himself, hiding the descending length from innocent eyes.

He opens the door to a young colt; couldn’t be older than the average teen, holding up a box of pizza for the expectant stallion.

“Pizza delivery for Silver Screen?”

“Yeah. That’s me.” Silver Screen responds, pulling out the necessary bits for the pizza. He floats it over to the colt, placing it in his pockets for the sake of convenience.

“Here you go.” The colt says in a pleasant tone. As Silver Screen moves to a nearby table to place the pizza, the colt spots Milano looking at the two of them. He can only see her face and shoulders, but her beauty catches his eye. Seeing her wrapped in the sheets, and Silver Screen in the robe, he places two and two together.

“Oh, and here’s something extra for you.” Silver Screen smiles, giving the delivery colt a tip for his services. He notices that the delivery colt isn’t moving, instead staring at Milano. “Have a good night.” Silver Screen says sternly, snapping the colt out of his delirium.

“Right, sorry. Goodnight, sir. Madam.” he nods to Milano, before trotting off.

Silver Screen closes the door, turning back to Milano. Slowly, he moves to her, climbing onto the bed, and getting on top of her, looking deep into her eyes and seeing her very soul. Milano can only stare, wondering what is going on through that head of his.

He leans down, giving her a loving and gentle kiss. She welcomes the feeling of his lips onto hers. He separates, continuing to give her a long stare, until….

“Yes.” he answers her question.

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the wait. Also, this is the second to last chapter.