“You said WHAT to him?!” Milano asked in a shocked tone.

It’s been a couple days since Milano and Silver Screen saw each other, agreeing to meet again after Button was picked up by his father to spend time with him over in his luxurious house in Applewood that oversees the ocean.

This morning, outside the residence of the Mash’s, Button has just confronted his mother Milano, revealing that he knows about her and Silver Screen’s so called 'affair', and told her what he said to the projectionist when he went to the theater days ago.

“I said that I would destroy him.” Button says casually, “It’s not a big deal.”

“It IS a big deal! You don’t just threaten a stallion for doing nothing!”

“He didn’t do nothing! He’s your coltfriend! He doesn’t belong with you!”

“Honey, that’s no for you to decide…”

“But, what about Dad? What about Arcade? What would they think?!”

“Your Father and Brother will understand…”

“NO THEY WON’T!!!” he yells, looking away from her in frustration.

“Button…” Milano kneels down, getting at eye level with him. “Look at me, Button.” He doesn’t turn. “You know what happened between me and your Father. He made his choice, and so did your brother Arcade.”

“I…I just want to be a normal family again.”

“I know you do, sweetie.” she hugs him, “I know. But you’re going to have to give Silver Screen a chance, okay? Who knows? Maybe you two could get along fine.”

“Maybe…” he says silently. Milano lets him go, and he finally looks at her. “But don’t think I’m going to make it easy for him! He may be your coltfriend, but I’m your son! He’s going to have to pass my tests! If he doesn’t, he shall be destroyed!”

“Oh really?” she asks with a raised eyebrow, “Just what exactly do you have in mind for poor little Silver Screen?”

“A master of tactical espionage action, such as myself, doesn’t divulge in his secrets.”

“Master of tactical espionage action?” she chuckles, “You couldn’t even beat Metal Gear Pony on easy mode! You even tried to pass it off as a walkthrough on the internet!”

“Don’t remind me…” he pouts, “I thought my fighting game prowess would help me with normal games. Guess I was wrong.”

“Oh Button…” Milano shakes her head with a chuckle.

Anything else she is about to say is cut off, when the pony drawn taxi arrives at the front of their house. Seconds pass, and Almighty Dollar steps out, with a grin on his face. Almighty is a devilishly handsome stallion, with a smile worth a million bits. He’s the kind of stallion most mares would go bonkers over, and would do anything and everything to get his attention.

Milano is aware of what kind of stallion Almighty really is, and despite all the time they have spent apart, seeing him again is still too soon. Milano’s smile to Button drops upon eye contact, clearing her throat, and straightening Button’s hair. He shakes his mane around in refusal.

“Mom, it’s fine.” Button says in annoyance, “It’s only Dad; I’m not on a date.”

“I know, just…” she sighs, instead giving Button a kiss on the cheek. “Take care, okay, Button?”

“I will.” he says, fumbling with his bag of clothes, toiletries, and his trusty hoof-held gaming system. “Love you, Mom.”

“You too, honey. Go on. Dad’s waiting.”

Button waves at her, as he gallops over to Almighty, giving him a hug before hopping into the taxi.

Almighty hops out of the taxi, approaching Milano with that assured smile on his face, suggesting that nothing bad could come of this upcoming conversation.

“Hey, Milano.” Almighty says, coming in for a hug. Milano backs away, avoiding such affectionate contact with him. “So..um…how’s it been?”

“It’s been fine.” Milano says coldly, “How’s Fleur?”

“She’s been good, thanks for asking. I’ve been doing…”

“How’s Arcade?” she interrupts, not wanting to hear how he’s been doing.

“He’s doing great. Getting good grades at school, even has a marefriend. Very popular, that boy is.”

“Good to hear.” she looks back at Button, who patiently waits in the cab. “I’m saying this before Button tells you; I’m seeing somepony.”

“You are? That’s great. Who is he?”

“His name is Silver Screen.”

“Oh.." he sounds intrigued, "Is he an actor? Director? Writer?”

“He’s a projectionist at the Ponyville Cineplex.”

“Oh…” Almighty says in a tone that more than suggests disappointment. “A projectionist?” his tone sounds judgmental now.

“You have a problem with that?” Milano asks in an annoyed tone.

“No…no…” he sounds like he obviously does.

“Because it sounds like you do.” Milano catches on quick.

“I don’t want to fight about this, Milano.”

“Then don’t give me a judgmental tone, Almighty.”

“As long as you’re happy, I guess…”

“You guess?”

“Sweet Celestia…” he sighs, “I don’t want to do this, now.” he backs away, not wanting to start a fight. He glances back at the cab. “I have to get going. We’ll be back on Sunday night.”

“Be sure that you do. He has school on Monday.”

Almighty nods, going back to the cab. He looks back at Milano with a slight smile and a wave, but she doesn’t give him the same courtesy. Instead, she gives him the eyes that only mothers can give; the kind of eyes that say that if something were to happen to their child, there would be hell to pay. Almighty is almost intimidated by such a facial expression, nodding to her, as if in agreement to her demands.

He hops into the taxi, and it rides off, heading to Applewood; back to Arcade and Fleur.

Milano watches as the taxi goes off, away from her sight. Once it’s completely gone, she smirks, clearing her head of all negative thoughts. She soon begins trotting over back to the house to get ready for one big surprise for a particular stallion that has been on her mind for quite a while.

Silver Screen sits in the living room of his apartment, playing a very intense session of Final Journey XIII, a game series which, despite the word “final” in the title, has gone on for many installments. His apartment is littered with video game and movie memorabilia that he had gotten from both conventions and his job in general, particularly the standees of his favorite movies, such as Mare of Steel and Captain Equestria. While his room isn’t quite a mess, it could use a bit of a touch up.

The projectionist had spent the last couple of days doing his work, playing his games, and even working out a little bit, in an attempt to look better for Milano. He would jog around Ponyville, and make stops at the gym to lift some weights. He’s not lifting hundred pounders any time soon, but he remains determined.

Now, on this Friday, he decided that it would be his cheat day, ordering a pizza from Little Ahuizotl’s. Topped with cheese, pineapple and banana peppers, his stomach growled in anticipation at the meal to come. At the moment, though, he’s trying to beat a particularly hard boss.

“Come on! Cure me, Hope!” he yells, “I’m on the right paradigm!” The character in question casts cure on his party leader. “Yes! Time to kick some flank! Relentless assault, bitch!”

His look of concentration is broken, at the sound of his door knocking. Somepony is there, and he was not expecting anypony to show for quite a while.

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

Pausing the game, he gets up from the couch 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 on the couch, 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.”

“I LOVE pineapple and banana peppers!”

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope.”

“That’s so cool.” He smiles, as Milano comes back down for another intense make out session. Their hooves travel all over one another, with Milano giving Silver Screen’s horn a sensual lick. He gasps at the feeling, and bites his lip. He feels her hoof travel down to his sheathe, when he suddenly stops her with a hoof on her chest. “Wait…not right now.”

“Why not? I’m sure we’ll be done by the time pizza shows up.”

“More than likely…” he chuckles, “But I think it would be better if we…you know…take it slow, this time around.”

Milano thinks, looking at his gentle and loving face. In response, she kisses him on the cheek, moving to a sitting position on the couch.

“I suppose.” she shrugs with a grin. She looks over to the still open door. “Hey, somepony is at the door.”

“Is it pizza?”

“I don’t think so.”

Silver Screen sits up to see a tenant, standing in the doorway, with mouth open wide, and groceries dropped on the wood floor.

“Oh…” Silver Screen’s face turns red, “Hi.” he waves. The tenant doesn’t respond, instead continuing to stare. Not wanting to prolong the staring contest, Silver Screen slowly closes the door with his magic. “Sorry…” he says to Milano.

“It’s fine.” she giggles, turning to the pause screen on the television. “You’re playing Final Journey XIII?”

“Yeah. I’m having a bit of trouble.”

“Please, this guy’s a cakewalk.” She grabs the controller, and starts playing the game for him. Silver Screen can only stare in awe at her, watching her determined expression of taking down the boss. She catches Silver Screen in the corner of her eye, replying with a simple “What?”

“I think I lo….” Silver Screen snaps his mouth shut.

“What did you say?” she inches closer, eyes still fixated on the screen, “I didn’t catch that.”

“I said I…” he pauses again. He wants to say it, but that pesky thing called a brain is telling him not to. It informs him that he’s only known her for a couple days, and can’t start bringing out the L word just because she plays video games. In defeat, he sighs. “I think I’m starting to like you a bit more.” he finally replies.

Milano smirks at his comment, as she thoroughly defeats the boss like it was nothing. Silver Screen witnesses her complete domination of the creature, never losing health or party members.

“Like I said…a total cakewalk.” she flashes her teeth in a happy expression, as the triumphant victory theme plays. “So, when does pizza arrive?”

“Not for another few minutes.”

“How about you show me around your place?” she asks with curiosity.

“There’s not much, but sure.” he shrugs, getting off the couch. Milano gets off as well, following him around. “Over there is the kitchen; it has some water and soda, if you ever need something to drink. There’s also some cider in the back, if you feel so inclined. And over there…” he points to a door at the far end, “Is the bathroom, for all your bathroom needs. Over there…” he points to the bedroom, “Is the bedroom, which you’ll be familiar with later on…”

“I’m sure I will.” Milano chuckles.

“You’re already familiar with the living room, where all the gaming and movie watching happens.”

Milano’s eyes travel to the posters and movie memorabilia. She trots to the Mare of Steel cardboard standee with a hint of familiarity.

“I remember this movie. I took Button to go see it. He was so mad when…”

“Supermare broke the villain’s neck?”

“How did you know?”

“My boss told me about it. Sounded like a frightening experience.”

“A little; he was shouting ‘Supermare doesn’t kill!’ before leaping on to the screen and biting at it. Luckily, he didn’t start doing that until the credits, but I could hear him seething before it was over.”

“Yikes.”

“I didn’t see what the big deal was. I remember the old movie had Supermare killing the same bad guy, and much more sadistically too.” she shrugs in confusion, “I guess I’ll never understand certain fans.”

“You and me both.”

“Your place is very nice.” she steps on a soda can as she says that. “If a bit messy.”

“Sorry. I didn’t know you were coming, and…”

“No, no, no…” she stops his near stammering. “It’s quite alright. I wasn’t judging. Believe me, I’ve seen messier rooms. Living in a house with a messy colt makes this the epitome of cleanliness.” The two share a chuckle. As Milano’s eyes further scan his place, she eyes an old arcade machine against the wall, close to the bed. “Hey…” She trots over, staring at the machine like she knows it very well. “This…” her eyes widen, “This is…”

“Yep, an original arcade edition of Super Equestrian Fighter II: Turbo Edition.” Silver Screen stands proud at the fact he owns such a machine.

“Wow!” Milano looks at all the corners of the machine, amazed to see it in near pristine condition. “I thought they were all decommissioned! Only a few were still functional! How did you…”

“It was my Dad’s. Actually, it was a part of my Dad’s arcade. It used to be called the Ponyville Arcade, before it was bought out, and became the Lightspeed Arcade a few years ago. I used to go there all the time, and play on that exact machine for hours on end. I got pretty good at it too, and Dad would watch me from his station, cheering me on. He was the coolest stallion in town.”

“Oh, is he…” Milano fears the worst.

“No. He’s living quite happily in Manehattan with Mom. It’s not that kind of story.” he smirks, “They’re enjoying the retired life. Anyway, when the arcade was being bought out, they offered him a large sum of bits for the property. He said that he would take their offer under one condition; that I get to keep the machine. They knew how much that machine was worth, and they initially refused, but he never backed down. It took some hoof twisting, but nopony could say no to my Dad.”

“He sounds like a great pony.”

“He is. Mom’s no pushover either. If you want, I can take you over to Manehattan and meet them.”

“That would be wonderful. I had no idea it was your father that owned the arcade. I used to go there all the time, during my younger days.”

“I’m surprised I never saw you there.”

“Hey, I’m an old lady, remember? I doubt you would have paid much attention to me.”

“One, you’re like three years older than me. Two, I highly doubt that. Three, I think it would have been you who wouldn’t pay attention to me.”

“Why is that?” she says teasingly.

“Because I was a huge dork back then.” he then looks around his apartment, realizing how silly that sounds with all the memorabilia around him. “Okay…I’m still a dork, but believe me, I was such a big dork, that you wouldn’t have even wanted anything to do with me.”

“You may be a dork, but you’re an adorable one.” she brushes a hoof against his coat, causing him to blush. “Well, I do remember somepony hogging the machine back then. I take it that might have been you?"

“More than likely.”

“Good to know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…” she gets closer to him, her lips floating inches away from his. “Now I can get that revenge I always wanted. You little machine hogger.”

Knock knock. Pizza’s here. Moment broken. They chuckle, knowing that what they wanted to happen at that moment will have to wait.

Silver Screen answers the door, paying the delivery colt the bits, and taking the pizza inside. The two took in the delectable smell emanating from the box, as they open it to reveal a delicious looking pizza, ready for consumption. Silver Screen floated a couple slices over to Milano, and they chow down.

Milano hums pleasantly, as she chews on the slice, savoring the flavor. Silver Screen was less proper, feasting on the pizza like there was no tomorrow. It took a few seconds for him to remember that he was in the presence of a mare, and slows down. She chuckles at his attempt to be more civilized.

“There’s no need to slow down, on account of me.” Milano chortles, “It’s perfectly fine.”

“Sorry about that. Sometimes when I’m having an intense gaming session, I tend to eat my food quickly so I can get back to it sooner.” he chuckles, “Gives you a little hint at how many mares have actually been to my place.”

“I’m glad to be the first, then.”

“Who said you were the first?”

“Oh? Am I not the first?” she asks coyly.

Silver Screen stares at her with a serious expression. She isn’t sure what he’s going to say next. Suddenly, he smiles with a laugh, joking around.

“Yeah, you’re totally the first.” he says, going back to eating his pizza. “I go to their places, because I’m always afraid that they would take one look at my apartment, and walk off.”

“Are you always this self-conscious?” she wonders.

“Yeah…” he says with shame, “It’s one of my most unattractive features. I bet Almighty’s self-confidence was through the stratosphere.”

“It was…” she grimaces; the mere mention of her ex causes her to feel an acting sting inside. “He always felt like he could have any mare he wanted. He was right.”

“Oh…hey…” Silver Screen puts his second slice down, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought him up.”

“No. It’s fine. I saw him today. He came by to pick up Button. He was all smiles, like nothing was wrong. I let him know that something was still wrong with me. I mentioned you, though.”

“You did?” Silver Screen leans in, interested. “What did he say?”

“He seemed okay, until I told him your profession.”

“He didn’t like it, huh?”

“Not one bit.” she shakes her head, taking a bite of her slice. “Like you said…fuck em’…right?”

“Definitely.” he chortles, recommencing with the eating.

“I have to say though; I’m really enjoying my time with you, Silver Screen.”

“Really?” he asks, unsure if she’s serious.

“Yeah. It’s nice to talk movies and games with you. I don’t get much time to talk about such things with my friends. They prefer to talk about stallions and purses. Almighty was the same.”

“He liked to talk about stallions and purses, too?”

“No!” she laughs, “I mean he wasn’t into the gaming scene. Button and Arcade wouldn’t let me into the arcade, afraid that I would cramp their style. I have my own systems in my room. Almighty was never appreciative of my gaming sessions, always wanting me to be more of a prim and proper pony.”

“The older brother’s name is Arcade?”

“I know, it could be a bit confusing, but the name suits him.”

“I take it that Almighty wasn’t fond of the names.”

“Not really. He wanted names that would better suit his interests. But he learned a valuable lesson on those days; never argue with a mare who spent months carrying a foal in their stomach about names.” she smirks, and Silver Screen returns the expression. “I heard Button threatened you at the movie theater.”

“He told you about that?”

“Yeah. Sorry that happened.”

“Meh, it’s fine. I get it; I’m the new and untrustworthy stallion.” he chuckles, “Just like the stories. Only this time, I’m not a total douchebag.”

“That we know of. You never know…” Milano smiles, “You could be completely evil underneath that adorable exterior.”

“I’m only evil when there’s a full moon out.”

“That’s great, because there’s a full moon tonight. Want me to get the chains?”

“I like the way you think…” he gets up from his seat, walking over to her with a mischievous look on his face, “But it’s too late now….” he inches closer to her until… “Rawr!” he playfully bellows, as he nibbles and kisses her neck, causing her to laugh out loud.

“Don’t do that! I’m ticklish!”

“All the better! Rawr!!!” he goes back in, making her laugh even harder. Milano grabs onto him, taking him down to the hardwood floor. Silver Screen looks into her hungry eyes, pleased at where this is headed. “Oh no. I’m trapped underneath your powerful hooves. I am done for.” He feigns defeat, “Do what you must, I shall not refuse.”

“I see, well…” she leans down, “You’re punishment, is….” Her lips inch dangerously close to his. Suddenly, she gets off of him with a devious smirk. “You have to play me in a game of Super Equestrian Fighter.”

“Wait…seriously?” Silver Screen asks in disbelief.

“Yep.”

“Well then…” he cracks his neck in anticipation, “You, my dear, are SO on.”

Plugging in the machine, the lights turn on in a flash, with the all familiar theme of the game blaring from the speakers on its side. The wave of nostalgia overtakes Milano, as she can recite the tune note for note, and a smile graces her face. Silver Screen immediately hits the start button, with no need for bits, after a quick modification of the machine made playing absolutely free. Milano stood at the player two joystick, while Silver Screen stood comfortably at his player one station.

Once they picked their fighters, the first match was on. Milano stared at the screen with mad determination, wiggling the joystick, and pressing buttons, belting out combos as fast as she can. Silver Screen had more of a cool reserve about him, paying attention more to Milano than the match itself, almost entranced by the mare looking so into a video game.

With the execution of a particularly powerful super combo, Milano wins the match. She yells in celebration, as her character does a victory dance.

“Yes! In your face!” she says, looking over at Silver Screen, who continues to smile. “What are you smiling about? I just kicked your flank!”

“True, but to be fair, I was kind of letting you win.”

“Why? Because I’m a mare?” she asks slyly.

“No. Because I like you.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” she smirks, before lightly punching him on the shoulder, “But right now, we’re enemies. Come on…” she presses the start button for a rematch, “Show me what you got.”

“I don’t know…” he says, “You might not like what you see.”

“Oh come on. No holding back this time. I want to see you at your absolute best!”

“My absolute best, huh?” he thinks, before shrugging. “Okay…” he looks over at the screen, now completely in the zone. “Your funeral.”

Round two begins, and no sooner does it start, Milano sees first hoof, the difference between him when he’s letting her win, to how he is when he’s actually serious. In no time, he was doing special moves and combos that even the most talented tournament players had difficulty doing. Maybe because he’s a unicorn, or maybe because he was that damn good, but either way, he mops the floor with Milano, leaving her in a bit of a stupor.

She could barely get a move out, hitting him a grand total of four times. The rest of the time, she was feverishly blocking his power attacks to no avail.

When the match ends, and Milano’s character slumps to the ground in defeat and so does she; sitting her plot down on the hardwood floor. Silver Screen says nothing. No gloating, not boasting, nothing egotistical in the slightest. Instead, he turns to Milano with a look of humbleness and reaches a hoof out for a shake.

“Good game.” he says, with all of his sincerity.

“You…you beat me. I…I don’t believe it.” Milano stares at the screen in amazement. “I… I barely even get a hit out.”

“It happens. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“It’s…inconceivable….you have…no idea…” she looks to Silver Screen, seductively licking her lips, “…how much I want you right now.”

“What?”

“Rah!” she yells, as she tackles him back to the floor, pinning him down.

His eyes widen at her expression of hunger, as she drives her lips into his for a powerful bout of dancing tongues. Heavy breaths exit at each separation, before going back in for more. Their hooves touch each other all over, with Silver Screen putting a hoof on her plot, pressing on it, which elicits a giggle from her.

Using his strength, and not his magic, he lifts Milano up by her plot, and brings her crashing down onto the bed, with him now on top of her. She laughs, kissing his neck, and then giving his ear a sensual nibble.

“Aren’t we aggressive today?” Milano asks, absolutely loving it. “I thought you wanted to go slow.”

“To be fair, you’re the one that tackled me first.”

“Good point.” she agrees, driving her lips into his once again. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you…” he kisses her neck. “I want you so bad.” He moves downwards, kissing her chest, then her stomach. Moving his way down, he reaches her thighs, kissing them as well, before coming face to face with her slick and wet slit, waiting for him to make his move. “I want you so bad…it’s driving me mad.”

“Prove it…” she bites her lips, suppressing a moan. “Prove that you want me…”

Silver Screen wastes no more time, diving tongue first into her wanting sex; licking her inner walls vigorously, as she moans with delight. His horn rests on her finely tuned stomach, rubbing up against her as if it’s his own shaft. Imagining that it’s his length on her stomach drives Milano wild, using both hooves to feverishly rub it.

The sensation is enough for Silver Screen to stop orally pleasuring her, and let out a moan of his own into her. His horn lights up briefly, illuminating the room like it did the first night they had sex.

“I can’t take it…” Silver Screen gasps, moving back up to Milano’s muzzle, giving her a lascivious kiss. “You almost made me blast a hole through my ceiling.”

“Did I now?” Milano laughs, “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“Nope. It would have been messy.” He smiles. Soon, he feels his length grinding against her stomach. Lustfully, he lightly pushes it against her. She moans at his teasing behavior, watching that hard thing move against her, as if taunting her that it’s not inside her warm and tight crevice.

“Stop it…” she breathes heavily, “You’re gonna…you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Just by doing this?” he says, exacerbating the issue further. “We haven’t gotten to the main event yet.”

“Just...the thought…ahhh…” she shuts her eyes tightly, letting out another wanting breath.

“The thought?” he smiles deviously. He moves his shaft in between her wet folds; refusing to go the distance and insert in. Instead, he prods and grinds against it.

“You…you’re so mean…” Milano grits her teeth, trying to hold back the oncoming orgasm. “Put it in already.”

“How much do you want it?” he rubs a bit faster.

“I want it….”

“How much do you want me?”

“I want you…so bad…Please!” she feels him rubbing even faster against her clit, “Don’t…I can’t….AHHHHH!!!!”

She cannot hold back any further, as she cums hard, soaking Silver Screen’s throbbing member with her sexual juices. The fluids run down his shaft, dripping onto the bed sheets, soaking them good. Silver Screen smiles at his accomplishment.

“Made you cum…and I didn’t even have sex with you yet.” he says proudly. “You made a mess of my bedsheets.”

“Stop it…you dork.” she blushes, not hiding the fact that she liked it. “You made a mess of mine first.”

“That is true.” He chuckles, “Now then…”

Without much of a warning, he thrusts his shaft deep into her, causing her to yelp in a combination of surprise, pain and pleasure. She grabs him, bringing him down to her muzzle, furiously shoving her tongue into his for another sloppy yet erotic kiss. Once they separate, she smacks him.

“For a nice colt, you can be such a jerk.”

“I told you…I turn evil when there’s a full moon out.” he nibbles on her ear.

“Oh…” she moans, “Why don’t you have a marefriend already?”

“I was waiting for the right one…” he whispers, “I think I found her.”

Slowly, he moves in and out of her. His gentle side finally coming through, after all the teasing and rough housing that he put her through. He makes due on his request, going slow and making it last as long as possible. His mind is still reeling from the fact that he made her orgasm through the power of teasing and touching.

He kisses her lovingly on the cheek, then moving down to her neck, delivering another playful nip, pulling on her coat.

“Okay…okay…” she relents, not able to fight it. “I want you.”

“I know you do.” he softly says, picking up the pace a little.

“No…I want you to be my coltfriend.”

“You do?” he asks, looking into her eyes. “Really?”

“Yes…” she feels another orgasm on the rise, “Oh sweet Celestia, yes!” In a bout of strength, she pushes him up onto his back. He looks up at her in surprise, and she rides him gloriously. Her gyrating hips and soft moans are turning him on even further. He grabs onto her rump, rubbing it, and thrusting upwards into her. “I want you to be mine! Be mine!” she yells out to the ceiling. “Say it! Say that you’re mine!”

“I’m yours.” Silver Screen says, feeling her inner walls getting tighter.

“Louder!"

“I’m yours! I’m yours for however long you want me!” his member throbs violently, as he can feel the pressure building within him. “Oh god! Milano! You’re so amazing!”

“Damn right, I am!” she laughs, as her gyrating gets more aggressive. Her moans get louder, as it sounds more like a shout than anything else.

Silver Screen can feel her tightening some more, and he grits his teeth even harder. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. If he had his way, he would let this moment last forever, but his body had different ideas. Silver Screen shuts his eyes tight, as he can feel the pressure build and build inside of him.

Sweat pours from the both of them, exhilarated in this moment of pure bliss. Silver Screen then pushes Milano onto her back, with her head falling onto the soft pillow. She looks up at him, as they look into each other’s eyes. He thrusts into her harder now, and her shouts of ecstasy continue.

“I...I’m cumming!” Milano breathes out, “I’m cumming!”

“So am I!” he says back, “Milano…Milano!”

“Silver Screen!”

“I…I can’t…here it comes! AHHH!!!”

He shouts one final time, as he unleashes his load inside of her. The strong, powerful bursts of warm seed is enough to send her over the edge as well, coating Silver Screen’s length with her own orgasmic fluids. She is filled up quickly, and cum spews out of her and onto the already soaked bed sheets. They hold their breaths as their massive orgasms run their course. Once they stop, the two breathe again, heavily and with the sound of exhaustion. He pulls himself out of her, as more semen pours onto the bed. She looks at their handiwork with a satisfied smile.

“You filled me up again.” she says, pleased.

“I can’t help it. You’re so damn hot.” he chuckles, going back down and kissing her on the lips, a gesture which she happily accepts. “Did you really mean it? You want me to be your coltfriend?”

“Of course I mean it.” she replies, “I want to get to know you, Silver Screen. I want to know everything about you.”

“So do I.” he smiles lovingly. “That’s what we’re going to do this weekend. We’re going to spend it getting to know each other.”

“I would love that.” she says with a pleasant expression, “I want to see where you work.”

“I want to see where you work.”

“I want to meet your friends.”

“I want to meet your friends, too."

“No you don’t.”

“Huh?” he wonders. “How come?”

“One of my friends is Junebug.”

“Oh.” he remembers Junebug well, “I want to meet them anyway. Show them that a big dork like me is with the most beautiful mare in Equestria.”

“Oh, you…” she prods at his chest.

“Then, we can go to the arcade. No style will be cramped when we’re together.”

“I don’t know. The colts and fillies might be upset that we’re going to take up the machines.”

“Let them be upset. We’re going to rock this town, tomorrow.”

“Silver Screen…” she says softly, putting a hoof on his cheek. “I have to warn you of something. When Button comes back, he’s going to test you.”

“What kind of tests?”

“I don’t know. He says that a master of tactical espionage action doesn’t divulge his secrets.”

“I see. He's a Metal Gear Pony expert, huh?”

“He wishes he was. I beat that game with a Big Boss ranking. The best he can get is Mongoose.”

“Oh Sweet Celestia.” he stares in amazement, “You’re absolutely incredible, you know that?”

“Keep telling me that.”

“You’re incredible.”

“Again.”

“You’re incredible.” he embraces her, grazing her cheek.

“Once more.” she practically moans.

“You’re incredible.” he whispers it one more time into her ear.

Suddenly, she rolls him over onto his back, straddling him. Her thighs are pressed against his waist in a vice grip, which he more than likes.

“Make love to me again.” she says lustfully.

“As you command…Boss.” he smiles.