Sweet Red and Blue

He was finally moved in. All of his important books, all of his important games, his bedsheets, movies and his desktop gaming computer were now in Winter's guest room. It was a temporary situation. As soon as he got a better location, he was more than able to uproot and move out without much difficulty.

How was he feeling? For a guy with partial custody of his son and unborn daughter, not too terribly bad. He wished things had worked out differently, but, like his dad said, "Life is an unfunny joke. At least try to laugh."

With so much time on Fable's hands, he started to wonder what to do with himself. Sure, he had a new job that started in the spring and he had friends who were fairly active, but what about in his off time? What about his alone time? What about finding a new girl?

It'd only been six months and his daughter was due any day now. How could he even think about finding a new girlfriend? He needed some time to focus on him. What did he care about most of all?

Ember Wing was top bill, of course. He was three years old and walking well enough to run without falling, for the most part. His son always came first, no matter what his current relationship status was. Still, he didn't have him right at that moment, and the play date with Pearl and Death's daughter was next week.

What about those friends you haven't talked to in a while? Oooohhh, well, that's not a terrible idea. Like who?

As Fable sat on the back porch in front of Winter's pool, he contemplated this question. He had a few names pop up in his head. He honestly wasn't sure whose phone numbers he still had and whose had changed since he got them. After around six years living in Ranchtown, his contact list was enormous. When did he become so popular and not notice it?

Sure, he wrote a fairly popular fantasy trilogy and occasionally was recognized from time to time as his pseudonym, but thankfully that died down. The death threats for not writing a sequel trilogy also died down. Still, he liked to keep a tight circle of friends and there weren't too many friends he fell out of contact with.

He deleted a few friends off of his contact list that he knew he didn't want to keep contact with. Then he looked up a familiar name that deserved a second glance. Not to mention, in such a predicament, she probably needed some time to herself. He dialed her number.

"Fable?" She said from the other side of the line.

"Hey! Was wondering if you had a minute to meet by the pool?" Fable asked, trying to put on his cool guy voice. He failed obviously as she sputtered.

"You dork. Sure! Where are you? I'll bring a friend!"

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"Fable!" Grem said as she flew down from the other side of the fence. She already had her swimsuit underneath her summer dress. Behind her, a surprising face flew down as well. The white pegasus with long flowing blue and white hair came down beside her. She just had on a blue two piece swimsuit, she didn't bother with modesty.

"Oh, wow, Jet, how ya doing?" Fable asked and she met him in an embrace. He tightened the towel around his waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Doing fine. Still busy but I figured Grem could use some time away from the stress of the life she chose." Jet said as she grinned at the large chested bat pony who waved her off with a sputter.

"Yeah, that's about what I had in mind when I called." He admitted as they followed him into the backyard from the side fence.

"Yeah that's real sweet and all, but taking care of triplets isn't exactly the hell it's all cracked up to be. Those sweet little angels sleep… most of the time. Not to mention, I have help with them."

"Yeah, you hired three babysitters just to have a day out." Jet said and Grem gave her the stink eye. "You're lucky you picked today to call, Fable."

They both paused and watched as Grem pulled her dress off to reveal a red sling bikini. The band top did very little to cover up her nipples. All that covered up her nether lips was a tiny triangle which led to a tight thong in between her butt cheeks.

Both Jet and Fable whistled at the gray bat pony as she pulled a tie out of her orange mane.

"Damn, mama got a new suit." Jet chuckled and set both their towels and lotion on the patio table. "Can't wait to see what Fable has on." The white pegasus said as she eyed the red stallion.

He snickered a bit as he laid back on the pool chair. "Oh, not much," he opened up his towel and revealed he literally had nothing on other than a very large erection.

Both mares looked at him with blank stares, eyeing his cock as it throbbed in front of them.

"Always gotta one up us, don't you?" Grem covered her mouth and laughed a bit. "Did you have some ulterior motive for inviting us today?"

"You shush!" Grem demanded, pointing from her to Fable. "You, pool!" She pointed downward to the water.

"Whoa, someone's a tiny bit eager." Jet said with a giggle and Grem balked.

"You get interrupted half way through three sessions and see how you hold up." She went from glaring at Jet to smiling at Fable as they embraced in a kiss. "Hi." She said in a sweet tone.

"I hope you're keeping it together alright." Fable said as they met in a deeper kiss. Grem was visibly getting into it.

"I'll make it. They're worth it." Grem said as she ran her hands over his chest to his back, petting his wings. "You're the one I'm worried about. How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine. It's been rough, but I'm smoothing it out." He leaned his forehead against hers as they stayed close in the shallow water.

She reached down and gently began to stroke him above and under the water as his head was showing above the surface.

"He didn't take long to get used to it." She said, looking down at his long, hard member.

That was when two white hands came out either side behind her and pulled both her sling tops to the side. Her very large tits bounced into view as her eyes popped open wide.

"Come on, I've been dying to see these girls." Jet confessed as her hands squeezed them tight.

Grem's face went red. She wasn't going to admit that her tits getting rubbed was like heaven. She had been edged to oblivion and back and could already feel an orgasm building as her sex organs ached and burned with need.

"Oh, wow, you really have it bad." Jet observed and Grem was too locked in her own pleasure centers to argue the point. Her big pink nipples were hard as rocks and her pussy was growing antsy under the water's surface.

"Nnnn-harder!" Grem almost began to slobber at this point making both of them put on concerned expressions.

They got her out of the pool and onto the poolside chair. This time, she locked her mouth onto Fable's dick and sucked on him like her life depended on it. The red pony stood there as she brought his cock down to the mid ring in her mouth, almost to her throat.

Jet licked two of her own fingers and shoved them into Grem's dripping pussy, making the gray bat pony make muffled moans against the big stiff rod in her mouth.

"But there was another reason I was hoping to talk to you guys about." Fable said as he happily fucked Grem's face as she squealed at Jet's thumb massaging her clitoris.

"Oh yeah?" Jet asked as she began to lick Grem's cunt, still finger stuffing her while she moaned like a whore.

"Yeah, I find myself with a lot of free time lately and I'm not sure what I should do with it." Fable said as he pulled his cock from Grem's mouth and she slid her lips down the side of the shaft. Her lips came to his testicles and began to lick and suck them. "I've already told my publishing company that I'm starting another book, but I told them not to expect it for another three months."

"They wrangle you into a contract?" Jet asked before returning her tongue to Grem's clitoris.

"Yeah, but I left myself some leeway. The first trilogy bought me some brownie points." Fable sucked in a breath as his voice started to strain.

"Y-you guys! Seriously! Stop edging me!" Grem shouted as she literally trembled with anticipation. Her pussy was flooding, her tongue was longing and she couldn't keep her hands from squeezing her tits.

They switched positions and Grem was dogstyle as Fable rode her from behind. Her vagina greeted his cock like an old friend and he wasted no time in plowing her. She bumped forward into Jet's open, waiting slit, eating her out as if she needed every drop of juice from her.

"Well, Fable, you know this would be a good time to–" her voice was growing more strained to the point she had to stop and assess the bat pony's hard licking. "A good time to try some new things." She finished and began grinding her labia against Grem's muzzle. "Lately, Red Love Cafe has grown annnn in-interesting following. You could start there."

"Oh yeah?" He said as he pumped Grem full of cock to the point she was screaming into Jet's pussy and causing the pegasus' legs to twitch as she tried to hold herself together.

Grem began to suck Jet's pussy hard as her tongue worked her clitoris. She let out a hard yelping cry as she splashed Grem in the face and the bat pony's pussy closed around Fable's twitching cock.

He pumped the busty bat full of hot cum. She laid her cheek against Jet's soaking mound as she let out heaving gasps topped with hoots and a little cough.

"Oh my God I needed that so bad!" Grem announced as cum leaked from her fuck hole. Fable pulled out of her and let her lay on the reclined pool chair. Then she realized how hot it was getting as she got up from the chair, now wholly naked.

She and Fable walked over to the pool and dipped in to feel its wonderful soothing water against their bodies. Jet just ran to the edge and did a backflip into the water as she tucked her wings snuggly to her back.

She splashed both Fable and Grem, making the bat squeal a little bit.

"But she's right, Fable. Just enjoy some free time. Maybe go find some new friends or go do something you've never done before. Just don't do anything illegal, or I'll throw your ass in the slammer." She smiled sweetly and winked at him.

He started laughing with her as Jet swam up next to them. She'd swam a lap around the pool and surfaced right next to the two other naked ponies.

"But seriously, I'll fucking bust your butt." Grem scowled at him suddenly. Then she smiled again. "Love you!" She pecked him on the lips. He blinked.

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They were right. Fable hadn't had a day on the town since he'd gone to that certain party to give Night Coder that certain wonderful gift. He decided to fly instead of drive. He figured it was a good day for it. When Grem and Jet kissed him goodbye to go finish what little free time Grem had left.

Fable hopped up onto the overhang that covered the patio, using a pool chair as a hill to push off of with his hoof. He had on his flight suit, goggles and a parachute in his backpack just in case. He knew these things were considered wussy safety precautions, but he'd heard too many stories about pegasi flying, breaking their wings or getting knocked out by passing birds or something like that. Their landings didn't tend to be pleasant, so he decided to play it safe.

Despite what others may think, Fable loved to fly. He didn't ride the wind too often, but he did indulge on a good occasion. He stepped up to the top of the roof and did a few stretches against the chimney. He popped his back as he twisted his torso, then he bent his knees up to catch his shoed hoof in his hand.

That done, he brought down his goggles to his eyes and poised himself. Both of his wings spanned out to catch a breeze against his feathers. He did one last cat stretch, then he ran four steps and lunged forward. The harsh breeze caught into his winds and he went straight up.

He didn't need all of the formality, but he liked to be safe. The struggles of just taking off from the ground simply weren't as enthralling as catching the wind where it was strongest. He went up to an altitude of seven hundred. This kept him higher than birds but made sure he didn't run into any planes.

Once he leveled out, he soared! He felt the wind against his face, past his arms and through his feathers and hair. It was glorious! The sky was so blue and the city beneath him seemed so small. His wings flapped every fifty yards or so and then he held his breath. He rolled in the air before leveling his wings back out and shooting forward.

There were tall buildings he was approaching. City streets with cars, busses, pedestrians and bikers throughout the sidewalks. He even spotted a couple other winged ponies flying every which direction above the city. At one o'clock, with the traffic, it wasn't such a bad idea.

He knew he didn't have much time left before he got within city limits, so he began his descent. He saw a flock of geese heading his way, but he made good time and descended a bit faster. With just a few more flaps to slow himself down, he did a soft landing.

"Dude, nice landing." A young stallion said on the patio. He was sitting at a table in front of the Red Love Cafe with a disposable coffee cup in hand. Under a red cloth overhang, he was shaded from the sun.

"Thanks." Fable said as he panted a little. He rolled his shoulders, rolling his wings as well, making them pop. Then he tucked his wings behind his back as he entered the cafe. It was lunchtime on a Saturday and it was packed.

There were only two seats at the main counter left and all of the tables were taken. Though, it was quiet and all of the patrons were looking toward the front.

"So, since there are four on the crew, I think we could use a few more in the cast." The dark purple earth pony with a blonde mane said as she spoke to all attendants. "We need at least three more cast members, including the lead." She said as a few hands went up. "You said you wanted to do lighting?" She asked a gray unicorn, who nodded.

Fable walked into the cafe and was surprised to see that everyone was looking toward them like an auction. Usually, at least a small group was off on some sort of electronic device or reading a book. This actually had their attention.

"How much acting talent is required?" One of them asked. The purple pony looked back at one of the others seated behind her and Fable was surprised that it was, in fact, Final Cut.

She had a small troop behind her. Some of them had boxes of equipment and a few of them had large headphones at the back of their necks. She stood up and whispered in the purple mare's ear.

Fable walked up to the main counter, where Mocha was standing. She smiled and waved at him.

"She says it would be nice but we are not overly picky." As she said this, about five hands went up, but before she chose any of them, she began to speak again. "Ummm, excuse me. Sir?" There was a pause as the red stallion began to make his order. "Sir?" Then she whispered to Final Cut, who whispered back. "Fable?"

He stopped and turned as he saw all eyes going to him. He blinked, making sure she actually said "Fable".

"Yes?" He asked and she motioned him over to where they were in front of the crowd.

"The director wants to talk to you, if you would, please." She smiled and motioned toward Final Cut, who was silent but still looking toward Fable. "Alright, three parts. Who can dedicate some time?"

There were some more frantic hands going up in the air. Fable motioned for Mocha to wait a moment as he walked over in front of them all. As the purple pony was deciphering, he saw Cut whisper to one of her crew, who got up from a chair and directed him to sit.

"Hi, Fable." Final Cut said. She was looking about the same as when he saw her last. Aside from a few random run ins, the last time he saw her was when Grem joined Winter, Spark and him at the game night. The green unicorn did have red tips in her mane, though. That was slightly different. She was still a little round in the hips and midsection and still so very beautiful with her blue eyes.

"Hey, Cut. What's all this?" He asked as he looked around the film crew.

"I'm making my movie, finally." She said with a stoic hint of happiness in her voice. "I got enough funding through a bit of talk with some people who co-signed a crowdfunding deal. I had to front most of the money for the equipment, but now I can pay my cast and crew. I want you to be the male lead."

His brain went through a whole spectrum of emotions as they looked at one another. He sat back in his chair and glanced at the rest of the crew, who all smiled at him.

One of them standing in the back walked up to Final Cut and combed her blonde mane with a black stripe out of her face. The gray pony with bright golden eyes looked at him with a nod and then looked at the director.

"Is this him?" She asked, her voice was a bit like Cut's, being a little lower and quieter than most mares. She wore a black shirt with no label and loose fitting jeans that almost looked like bell bottoms.

"This is actually him." Cut said to her. "He is the one the character is based off of."

"Wait, what?" He asked Cut, who nodded. Then she nodded toward the blonde pony. "This is Total Spark, call her Sparky. She's the female lead. We need to start shooting today, or I'll lose my license to shoot in certain locations."

"Hi." She held out her hand and he smiled as he took it, giving her a gentle squeeze. Then he did a double take and gawked at Cut in awe.

"Today?" He said as the other mare walked back to them and Cut lifted her hand. She placed a small paper book in her grasp and Cut gave it to Fable.

"Yeah, my other cast decided to opt out of random things at the last minute because of petty excuses. So, I fired them. That pissed off part of the crew too, so I came here for an emergency casting. This movie is getting made, even if it kills me. I was so upset last night that I dyed my tips red. That's how bad it got." Cut said all of this with very little expression and almost no inflections whatsoever.

Fable looked at her hair, recognizing that it looked really good, considering it was done because of an implied nervous breakdown.

"I don't care if you don't have acting chops or not. I just need you to read that script and memorize some lines as we go. Shooting should only take a week, if it all goes according to plan." Then she slumped over a little, sudden tears streaming down her face. Fable was almost taken aback by the sudden whiplash of emotion. This was also the first time he had ever seen Cut express serious emotion of any kind. "Which it won't. I don't know what I'm thinking. My directorial debut is a disaster."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa hey, Cut, guess what?" Fable said as he and Sparky held onto her shoulders as she slumped. She looked at him with those two wobbly blue eyes. "Not only have I been in a porn movie before, but I'll do the part."

"Porn movie?" Sparky asked, a little shocked.

"You will?" Cut asked, wiping away a tear.

Fable smiled, nodding to her with confidence. He was taken aback, yet again, as Final Cut lurched over to him in her seat and kissed him full on the lips. He blinked at her a bit but kissed her back and ran his fingers through her hair.

"Alright! That's all the cast and crew we need! Thank you and if we need you after we got your number, we'll be in touch." The purple mare said, looking at her watch as she typed on her tablet. "Alright, Cut, we're in crunch time now. We're at five hours and counting."

She broke the kiss and stood up.

"You got an editor and three extras?" Cut asked as she motioned for everyone to get moving.

"Yes, plus a lighting guy and five phone numbers for anyone needed at the last minute." She pointed at Fable. "He's the lead?" He nodded and she kept typing. "And your full name?"

"Uh, Fable Prose." He said and she punched it in and nodded.

"Alright, listen up!" The purple pony said as she looked toward the others. "For those of you who don't know, my name is Daisy Skip, I am the assistant director and I will be doing some second unit shots. If you are going to the first location, we have two vans going there now. Everyone else is with me. Let's move!"

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He sat beside Sparky as they both read from the same script. At one of the scenes, both of their eyes went extremely wide.

"Um, Cut?" Fable asked as Final Cut drove the van up front. Cut's assistant sat beside her and was reading off the checklist for beginning the shoot.

"Yeah." She said as she made a turn.

"About this scene, how naked are we getting?" He asked and Cut's eyes widened for a moment before going back to her normal apathetic expression.

"Oh, oops," she cleared her throat and looked over at her assistant, who shrugged. "Yeah, well, we were in a fairly big rush and I forgot to tell you some details. You're both cool with full frontal, right?"

They went silent, then looked at one another. Sparky swallowed hard and shrugged with a bit of a nervous laugh. He thought for a moment, wondering how his life takes this route so many times. Then he just chocked it up to some weird variables and happenstance.

"I'm good with that." Fable nodded with a shrug as well.

"Yeah, I'm…" She looked at Fable and blushed deeply. "I'm good." Her hands began to fiddle.

"Alright, here we are." Cut said to her assistant.

"Alright, less than five hours! Get ready to set up!" The assistant said as the van stopped and everyone piled out.

This wasn't the library Fable had worked at. This was the one that was much closer to Ranch U, but it still wasn't the Ranch U Atheneum. This one was a bit smaller.

The crew rushed to begin setting up lights after Cut opened the library doors. Immediately, she started getting the lights set up, getting the camera angles, taping their marks to the carpet and setting up the extra props. The assistant turned around to both Fable and Sparky, as well as four other extras.

"Okay, Miss Cut needs you all in costume, makeup and rehearsed in half an hour."

"Half an hour?!" Both of them said, their jaws dropping at the revelation.

They went out to the van, opening the back to reveal an entire wardrobe. All of them were meticulously labeled and the director's assistant poked through all of them. Fable was given a brown woolen jacket, much akin to a college professor's. He had a little laugh at the irony.

Sparky was given a pair of jeans that you would have thought long forgotten. They had glitter worked into the fabric near the top and were torn in more places than one. Her shirt was an old long sleeve shirt with a white center and blue sleeves, like a baseball shirt. It had PANDAS labeled across the center with a panda head smiling beside it. On the back was a big number 5 and STAR printed above it.

"You're Silver Star, right?" Fable asked, looking over the authentic looking shirt.

"Yes, Mr. Inkwell." She chuckled as they walked back inside.

The lights were all up and the cameras were getting ready as Final Cut walked around the main room with her viewfinder. As everyone else was preparing for the first scene, she sat in the squatting position with the scope positioned very carefully.

"Leave the prime lense and the normal lens. That should be all I need. They getting ready, Dancer?" Cut asked as she kept trying to get just the right angle toward the front counter.

"Yes, Miss Cut." The assistant said as she hurried the two of them to the backroom.

"Your name is Dancer?" Fable asked the pink pegasus lady, who nodded. She had bright blue curls in her mane that Fable found quite nice.

"Swing Dancer, nice to meet you." She said as she opened the door.

It was a book archive. There were five shelves sticking out from the wall. Shelves were stacked all the way around the room full of books, magazines, dvd's, music cd's and files that couldn't fit in the filing cabinets near the door. The air was thick and in terrible need of venting but what remained of the windows were covered by wallpaper with only tiny holes that showed dots of sunlight.

"What is this, a horror movie?" Sparky asked as she got in between two of the protruding bookshelves while Fable went to the other one and began changing clothes.

"Just start rehearsing your lines and blocking and I'll call you when we're ready. I'll lock the door so no one else disturbs you." Dancer said as she waved at the two of them, but didn't stay long enough for them to wave back. True to her word, the keyhole turned.

"Wow, the things I do to get my start." Sparky said as she slid out of her shirt and took off her bra.

"You're cool with this, right?" He asked as he looked at the white button up shirt. "I mean, if you're not good with nude scenes, you should really tell them now." Fable checked the pants over his legs. They were surprisingly a good fit.

"It's… complicated. I should really tell you now, since we're on the subject and no one else is here." Sparky said as she took her bottoms off. She leaned her head over to him and peeked around the shelf. Her mouth opened a little as he slid off his boxers. Her mind immediately estimated the length and girth of his member. It didn't even look hard and yet it hung very low.

"Well, I mean, we may as well rip the bandaid now." He said as he did a little showing off.

"Um, yeah, I guess we can compare sizes." Her face flushed all the way as she stepped out from behind the shelf.

She had modest C cup breasts with pink nipples. Her body was fairly slender and her butt was round. Out of all that, though, her cock stuck straight up. It was a dark gray member and it was long and thick.

"Oohhh, suddenly I get the hesitance." Fable said as she crossed her arms over her chest and turned away from him.

"I'll just duck out, see if Cut can find someone with-" She looked up with wide eyes as his red, muscular arms wrapped around her. He was so warm.

"Hey, no one is telling you to do that." He said into her ear. "I will never turn down a nice classy girl like you." He said, making the blonde and black maned mare look back at him. "I think we should start rehearsing, how about you?" He said, then began to suck on the side of her neck.

She gasped, closing her eyes as her cock hardened even more. She leaned her head to the side and ran her fingers through his mane. "Yes! I… I'd like that." She whispered to him as he squeezed her nice round tits together.

"Which part do you want to start at?" He asked before starting to rub and pinch her nipples. She put her hands onto his and prompted him to squeeze her harder.

Then she reached back and grasped his cock, which was poking her butt cheek. She stroked it softly and panted as she looked at him.

"The part where you drive this cock into me and make me cry out and cum." She admitted before kissing him with an open mouth. Their tongues rubbed together as they caressed each others' body. He even squeezed her erection, stroking her as well.

"Is this why you stuck around?" He asked as he leaned her over a small cart full of books. Its wheels were all on brakes and it was just the right height for her to lean over to show her asshole to him.

"Yes! I wanted you to fuck my ass." She admitted. "I mean, I wanted to get into the movies, but I also get turned on when I have an audience."

"Me too." Fable admitted before going down and licking and sucking her balls from behind, causing her to whimper hard!

"Oh! Y-you're such a tease!" She breathed hard, then shook her head. "Two can play at that game!"

She turned around on him and before he could ask anything, his cock was part way down her throat. Sparky sucked him deep, showing great skill with her tongue as she licked the shaft up and down. She bobbed her head slowly as her golden eyes gazed at him.

"Sweet mercy! You're really good at that." Fable held the back of her head. She hummed her acknowledging and slipped him out of her mouth as she jerked his shaft.

"I love cock." She blushed a little bit. Then she held his straight up, feeling how stiff it was. "Yours is beautiful."

That's when he prompted her to get to her hooves and bent her back over. That's when he bent her over as she stuck her ass straight out for him.

"How much do you love cock?" He asked as he rubbed his member against her asshole. Her face turned redder and redder as she gritted her teeth.

"I really love--Ah! Cock!" She squealed as he pushed himself deep inside her ass. "F-fuck me! More!"

He began to hump her ass, making her cock leak to the floor as her tits bounced back and forth with his movements. Her dick bobbed like an ironing board and her hands squeezed the cart in front of her

Then the door opened. They hadn't even heard it unlock. Swing Dancer popped her head through the door and smiled at them. "Hey guys! Sounds like some good rehearsing, but Miss Cut requests that you don't orgasm until the primary shooting starts. Okay? Were you hungry? Can I get you anything?"

"Oh, uhhhh." Sparky thought for a moment. Her breath was a little hard. "Some water?"

"Two, please." Fable said, also panting, holding up two fingers.

"Will do! Keep it up. You got ten minutes!" She closed and locked the door again.

They stood there for a moment and she looked at him with a hint of frustration. Sparky sighed and dipped her head down a bit.

"I don't know if this is going to work." She said, all of the old fears and self esteem issues popping up again.

Fable couldn't know what she was going through, but he knew what she meant. It was a conundrum that would need to be addressed, and soon.