Sweet Red and Blue

He was startled awake by his alarm clock. He cursed under his breath and yawned. His eyelids were heavy and his wing muscles were tense, if a bit sore. He needed to make a note to work them out more regularly. He'd neglected his flight a little too often lately.

That's when heard a slight groan and felt a bit of stirring. He opened his eyes, noticed he wasn't in his bed and saw Voltage next to him.

"Mother of pearls, why are you up so early?" She said in a tired, dismal voice after checking her watch. While he was trying to remember how he ended up sleeping over, she patted his arm. "Oh, right, that movie, right." She settled back in.

"Yeah." Then he came to the revelation that he had no clothes over here and he probably smelled pretty bad.

"Spark's clothes are in the guest bedroom and you can use the shower." She said, causing him to look over at her like some kind of sorceress. Voltage chuckled and smooched his snout. "I've got you covered. And I'll expect those clothes back tonight." She opened one eye and grinned at him.

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Fable got out of the car and waved his thanks to the driver. He'd thought about going home to get his own car, but he really hated being late to anything and he knew how tight a schedule they were on.

He was aghast at how many people were inside the event center. There must have been at least forty of them. He saw them all together, drinking coffee and talking in groups and pairs. Some of them stood off to the side and some of them had mohawks or some kind of punk rock gear on. It was a bit of a strange bunch.

"There he is!" Someone said from his front left. He turned with a bunch of them to see a familiar face beckoning him over. "Come on, Fable!"

The red pegasus tried to place the bluish purple pegasus on who he was, but he was drawing a sudden blank. He was heavy with makeup. His silver mane was spiked in all directions, he wore sunglasses and a black tanktop.

Fable got to him and he hugged him tight.

"Ummm okay?" Fable blinked, obviously puzzled. Then the purple pegasus pulled up his sunglasses and smiled big under the silver glitter paint on his face. "Night Moon?!"

"In the flesh, bro! Glad to see you could make it." He walked with him through the crowded hallway where people were getting the punk rock and glam rock treatment. Makeup artists and costume designers were working furiously to get people to look the part.

"Did you dye your hair?" Fable asked as he dodged the spikes.

"It's a wig, bro. We're rockers!" He held up the horned fingers and headbanged a bit.

"When did you get cast?" Fable asked as they made their way to where the set was.

There was fog all over. The stafe was set, the lights were colorful and the crew were still getting the key spotlights in place while also taping marks and setting up sound equipment.

"Hey, Fable!" Sparky waved to him. He almost didn't recognize her. She wore black platform shoes and her hair was seemingly down over her eyes. She held a black bass guitar, had on a silver shirt, black jacket sith worn, ripped up jeans.

He walked up the side steps to the stage and saw the whole band was up there. Behind them, a drumset was hooked up.

"There he is." The guitarist said, and he immediately recognized her. She was Shrapnel, but her real name was Neon Blue. She played guitar for Mutagenic Discharge. "Hey." She waved as Fable smiled and waved back.

"Damn, I knew there'd be a band, but wow." Fable said as he looked at the extras in costume trickling in. "Why do I feel so late?"

"Oh, Cut called me in early to get into costume and rehearse some songs with the band." Sparky said as she strummed some on her base. She had a perfect slap, brilliant rhythm and seemed to know what she was doing.

"Oh wow, you play bass?" Fable looked down at her fingers as they worked the strings into the frets, genuinely impressed.

"I play anything." She shrugged, making Fable laugh a little. "It was part of the reason I got the part.

"That's amazing!" Fable smiled at her and then looked behind them to see another guitarist.

He was a purple unicorn with a mohawk, green sunglasses with gold frames, and about as grungy of a costume as the others. He nodded to Fable and gave a little salute.

"Oi, mate." He said and nodded. "Brilliant meeting you. Chromatic C, that's me. Call me CC if you would." He nodded to Fable and they shook hands.

"Hey, CC, I'm Fable. Trottingham, is it?" He grinned at CC, who chuckled.

"That's a right good guess. God save the queen and all that jazz." He purposely bolstered his accent. "Heard about you. Heard you gave a proper show yesterday."

"Yeah, Fable, Sparky…" Both of them froze a bit as Blue spoke, giving them both a grin. "What's this I hear about an ass fucking and a beautiful set of b–"

"Alright, ponies, we have ten minutes!" Swing Dancer spoke with a megaphone to all of them. "Get to your specified areas and be ready to cue for dancing and thrashing. There will be no, I repeat NO real thrashing or fighting or you will be kicked off this set and you will not get paid!"

This caused a tiny stir across the extras as they expressed concern over getting into costume for nothing if this occurred.

"Ten minutes and then it is quite on the set!" She said from the center of the crowd that was finding their place along with the camera. That's when Final Cut made her way to the crew after telling a few of the talking extras what's what. Then she whispered in Dancer's ear, who nodded. "Fable Prose! You are needed in wardrobe! Fable Prose to wardrobe asap!"

"Oh, hell, duty calls." Fable said and fist bumped the band. "Alright, rock on, knock'em dead!"

"We'll be seeing you, bro. Trust me." Night said and hissed out a covered up laugh. Fable gave him an odd look and then hurried out to the center of the crowd, where they made way for him.

"Good luck, Fable!" Sparky said as he left. Then she turned to the band with a grin."You're gonna need it."

The rest of the band burst into guffaws.

Fable made it to Dancer and she smiled at him as he worked his way through a gracious crowd, who smiled as he came through. Then she directed him toward one of the entrances along the wall. It was a makeup room! Fable got one with Sparky, but she had obviously finished hers. He walked in and there were already two ponies in there, smiling at him. Behind Fable, Final Cut opened his door.

“Glad you could make it.” Cut said as she walked into the dressing room. Before Fable could ask what was up, she grabbed a box out of his dressing room corner. She popped it open to bring out some fuzzy sleeves with cartoony gloves on the end. Then she brought out a cutesy pink and purple cat head with the princessy cute face and toss it to him. “Slip it on. You’ve got five minutes until your big entrance.”

“Uuummm…” Fable slipped on the mask,which covered most of his face aside from his snout and muzzle. The more he slipped on with the mascot suit, the more he began to question.

“You’ll do fine.” Cut said as she held up the purple and pink striped arm fur with the glove at the end up to his arm. Then she slipped it along his appendage and nodded. “Yes, this fits. Put the rest on and be ready for your scene."

As soon as she said this, the band strummed up and began belting out rock riffs as all of them began to play hard. It took Fable a moment to place it, but he was certain he knew this song. As he got into the feline mascot pants, it clicked with him.

"Is that the theme to Frost Armor?" Fable asked and Cut hummed confirmation. He blinked for a moment as he stood in the strange mascot gear. "That was my favorite game growing up. How did you get ahold of those rights?"

"I've been planning this for a while." Cut said as she grunted her approval of Fable's outfit. Then of course, Dancer opened the door, making Fable freeze.

"Oh, wow! It turned out perfect!" The pegasus said as she took a closer look at Fable's costume.

"I really don't remember this being in the script." Fable said as the two of them looked him over.

"We had a rewrite, come on." Dancer said as she took his hand and led him out to the concert that was taking place.

All of them played up on stage as if they'd played together for years. The stage lights flashed all around them as they thrashed their instruments to another popular title, Demonhoof 2. The game had a better soundtrack than the first one, by popular opinion. The band gave it its dark, sinister metal sound that Fable easily recognized. It was a little astounding.

They got Fable up to his marker and then called for a cut once Demonhoof 2 was done.

"Alright! Good job, crowd. I'm feeling that energy. Keep it up!" Dancer said. "We're about to go to scene three, just keep thrashing and don't lose your place!" After they repositioned the camera, a lot of very uncomfortable eyes were on Fable as he stood in the middle of that crowd.

As soon as "action" was called, Night Moon clicked his drumsticks twice and the band began to play once again. He was amazed that they played background music from Bloodcount 3.

Inkwell made his way through the crowd, dodging headbangers, mosh pits, and crowd surfers as he made his way toward the stage. The cat suit made it a little difficult to walk, but he made it to the front of the crowd in time.

He had to dodge the stage guards, but they were already busy with other parts of the crowd. Once he was certain none of them were looking, he made his way to the stage, where the band were playing a more obscure video game soundtrack.

"Hey!" A big gruff voice shouted as someone grabbed Inkwell from behind. He got turned around and the mad looking eyes gazing at him were none other than the guy he was avoiding. "You still think you're good enough for her!?" The brown and white spotted stallion shouted over the music. He was blonde and a little taller than Inkwell.

"Back off, Rider!" Inkwell shrugged him away and kept going toward the stage. Rider started to get pulled back into the very rowdy crowd and curse when he tried to follow.

People from the stage crew didn't know what to make of it. He looked like he was a part of the show, but none of them had gotten confirmation as such. As he got to the side hall leading back staget

"I need to get through!" Inkwell shouted as two of them started to hold him back.

"Hey! Don't let him on stage!" The other stallion shouted as he got in on it. The stallion tried to punch Inkwell, but he moved to the side of his fist and it careened with the other stage hand. The crew member was knocked to the ground. The other stage hands saw Inkwell and began to surround him.

"I said I need to get through!" Inkwell said before elbowing the stagehand to the side of him before he began to advance. Then Inkwell smashed his fist into the one in front of him.

The brown and white stallion locked arms with Inkwell and the two of them began to struggle for dominance. The red pony shoved him into the wall.

"Ow! Ow! My back!" The brown spotted stallion cried out a bit and Fable let him go.

"Cut!" Final Cut said as she came out from behind the camera.

"You alright?" He asked him as the other pony moved to reveal that his back was up against a light switch. "Oh damn, didn't see that." Fable chuckled and Flint patted his shoulder.

"No sweat, man. All part of the job." Flint Steel said as he got back to the first position again. The solidly built earth pony grabbed hold of Fable's shoulder and his side as the silly looking mascot grabbed the front of his shirt.

"Miss Cut, the band is done. Did you still want to switch?" Dancer said as she got to the hallway, then Cut gave her the clipboard.

"There's still four more scenes with Fable. I'll get our leading lady ready for scene six." Cut said and they both nodded.

"Right, Fable, let's try that again." Dancer said as they poised themselves for a fight. "How do you feel about dropkicks?" She asked, making them both give her a puzzled look.

Final Cut went up to the stage as the band was dismantling their instruments and equipment. She went up to Sparky as she was wrapping up an amp chord.

"Alright, come on, Sparky, you've got to change. We're almost to the scene on the roof." Final Cut said and Sparky nodded to her. Then she turned to the purple unicorn with the guitar.

"Did you ever give me your number?" She asked and he nodded confirmation. "Did I get your numbers too?"

"You got mine. Just call me anytime early, I should pick up." Neon said as she double checked her phone, showing Sparky that they were connected.

"Should." Night Moon chuckled, making Blue give the side of his head a little slap. "We'll be in touch." He smiled at Sparky, who nodded as she started to walk with Final Cut.

"So, how's the apartment search going?" Sparky asked as they walked past Fable and Flint punching each other down, complete with elbow drops.

"About as well as you can hope while also doing principal photography for your entire life's aspiration." Cut said as she walked her into the dressing room as all of the extras began to dispurse.

"That sounds awful." Sparky said as Cut hummed confirmation.

"Probably the worst my bank account has looked for a long time. I'm trying not to think too hard about it." Cut said as they walked into the dressing room.

"I could… ummmm." Sparky began to say, stopping Cut. "Well, I mean, I'm new in town and I'm also looking for a place." Sparky said as Cut eyed her with a pair of scissors she had on hand.

"You got a job other than this movie?" Cut said as she removed Sparky's black leather jacket. Then she started to cut the shirt she had on, followed by giving it tears all across.

"I have an interview tomorrow after our shoot." She sighed. The blonde and black maned pony watched as Cut ripped small holes in her shirt.

"Who are you staying with now?" Cut asked, making Sparky look away a little.

"Let's just say it's not comfortable and I have two days to find another place." Sparky leaned back against the wall behind her as Cut moved down to her jeans.

"Then move into my hotel room." She said as she grimaced a little with the scissors. She had to be careful to not cut or stab Sparky while working the tough fabric. There was a long gestation period before Sparky shook her head a little.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Sparky asked as Cut opened a wider hole on her knee.

"I need a roommate and you need a place. So, until we find a new place, come live with me now so you don't need to live in discomfort." Then she gave a quiet curse as she ripped open a hole in Sparky's jeans at the hip.

The head of Sparky's penis glared at Final Cut as she had opened too large a hole. The gray pony widened her eyes as she saw her cock pulse in front of Cut.

"You don't have underwear on?" Final Cut asked and the blushing pony shook her head, still flushing deep red.

"I… oh!" Sparky was about to explain before Final Cut swallowed her cock, pulling more out of the hole in her pants. Her cock hardened in the green mare's mouth as she sucked and reached into the hole to grip her balls. "Cut! Aren't we in a… oh yes!"

"We have a moment." Cut said before the blonde unicorn pushed the huge, throbbing cock back and forth in her mouth. "I need this." Final Cut said as she got onto her knees and bent over in front of Sparky. She pulled her pants down to reveal her plump, round ass in front of her.

"Oh, so you do." Sparky was so deep in the throes of lust that she didn't hesitate to get her torn jeans around her ankles.

That's when Final Cut spread her ass cheeks for Sparky. She showed off her soaked pussy with dripping juice, her asshole and pressed her finger into the latter.

"Right here." Cut said with as little embarrassment as she could muster.

Sparky did not question her. She simply pressed her thick hard member against her asshole and let it slowly sink in. For the first time Sparky had ever seen, Cut put on a very large strained expression as she looked back at the gray mare. That big cock stretched her asshole so well that she even gave a soft whimper.

"Does that hurt?" Sparky said, stopping.

This drew a distressed face as Cut shook her head. "Harder, deeper!" She showed a side of herself that Sparky had no idea existed.

Then Sparky pulled her in balls deep, making Cut grit her teeth and start to give a small cry with each thrust. "You really love getting butt fucked, don't you?" She said as she increased her rhythm, starting to smack her balls against Cut's very open pussylips. Her hands were gripping her ass cheeks and molding their malleable form as she caressed them in a tight grip.

"I love it, please fuck my ass more." Cut's cheek was against the ground as her ass got pounded.

The big, dark gray phallus kept squeezing through that tight anus as she felt a tremor go through Cut's body. Before she could ask what that was, she felt pussy juice squirt onto her balls and Final Cut began to tremble. She let out a little high pitched cry as she seemed to melt and sweat against the floor.

Her ass got filled. As Sparky pumped her cock harder into Final Cut, hot cum drenched her insides and splattered the insides of her asscheek. Cut let out a sigh of relief as she went still aside from some heavy breathing.

"I needed that." Cut said, grunting as Sparky pulled her cock out, allowing white ooze to surface in her slightly gaped asshole. "Thank you." She looked back at Sparky as she got up and got her pants pulled back up.

That's when they both heard a shatter from outside while the main concert hall went a little darker. There were some little screams and sounds of panic and both of them looked at each other.

"Damnit." Final Cut popped her next, keeping a stoic expression.

They got to the concert hall to see that three of the spotlights were blown out and smoking. Dancer had already turned off the power to them but it was still hot and smelled like burned rubber.

"We were done with those lights, right?" Cut asked as she looked over the spotlights' broken glass and black insides.

"We're pretty much done with the stage. Now we need to figure out if it's worth calling for repairs versus getting our security deposit back." Dancer said, waving away the smoke with a bit of a cough. "Alright, everyone! Take ten while we figure this out and open up some doors!" She coughed a little louder as she walked tp the back of the stage, away from the broken lights at the front edge.

Final Cut looked at the busted electronics, unamused. She sighed, knowing that things were going too smoothly. This sort of thing was bound to happen sooner or later.

That's when Fable went up to Sparky and whispered in her ear. There was a long moment while the directors patrolled their phones for options. They thought maybe rigging the lights themselves might work. It was too risky and it would take too long.

"Um, Cut?" Sparky said with a little hesitation. Cut looked over at her to see her hook her arm in hers and begin to drag her away.

"What are you doing?" Cut eyed her with slight puzzlement.

"Fable had a pretty good idea." Sparky said as Cut looked back to see Fable was already talking on his phone.

"Wait, what?" Cut was still clearly confused as Sparky pulled her into a one occupant lady's restroom. As soon as she closed and locked the door, down went Final Cut's pants.

"He told me to give you a breather." She said, knowing full well that this meant an extra long break for Cut.

"Oh, well that was nice of-ooohhh." Cut leaned flat against the door as Sparky licked her very sensitive vaginal lips. Cut wasted no time in propping her leg up on the sink counter as she removed her hoof from her pants.

She was still very, very wet and her ass was still full of cum. That didn't matter as Sparky began to lick the tender inner pink of her twitching sex. She held the pussy open with two thumbs and ground her tongue all in her fuck hole as Cut began to sweat and breathe much harder.

"Can you do this," she swallowed hard and almost swooned as her tongue swiped past her clitoris. "Every break for me?" She asked as Sparky hummed her agreement. Then she started to suck her sweet pussy lips while her tongue continued to wiggle inside her lips. Cut started to lose control of her faculties. She even reached a nice high pitch as Sparky pressed her tongue right beside her clit and did not relent.

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"Yeah, it looks like the power overloaded in them for some reason." Fable said into the phone as he looked over the busted spotlights. "All three of them went out with a burst."

"Is everyone okay?" Voltage asked as she loaded up her van and got into the front. "It was just those three?"

"Yeah, everyone was a little rattled but they're fine. It was just the three." Fable said as he breathed out a little. Then he tried to loosen the cat mascot head away from his chin.

"Are you okay?" She chuckled a little as she pulled out of the parking spot and began to drive.

"Yeah, they just got me wearing this mascot outfit and it's getting hot." He said as he went to one of the coolers and filled a foam cup full of water.

"I'm sorry…" Voltage's eyes widened as she blinked at the phone. "What did you say?"

"What? They got me wearing a purple cat suit. You know, like for a sports… hello?" He heard a loud click and the phone line went out. "Voltage?" There was silence. He looked at his phone, shrugged and drank some water.

That's when everyone heard a very loud motor with a low whine in the distance. Someone was speeding on the road hardcore and he was fairly certain they were getting closer. As the noise grew, more people took notice, especially when the noise came into the parking lot and sped across it like a motorized rabbit! The tires peeled and screeched as the vehicle stopped. All onlooking eyes were dumbfounded.

Through the doors, an orange streak of light burst in and glared a sinister grin toward the red stallion. Voltage took out a phone and lunged from half the concert hall and flew in slow motion as she took picture after picture.

From the lunge, she rolled onto the stage. She kipped up and snapped one last picture of the purple clad pony with a flabbergasted expression plastered across his face.

"That's one for the scrapbook." She giggled and took one more for good measure.

"Um, have a thing for mascot suits?" Fable asked as she blew a bubble of gum and looked over her new picture set.

"Yeah, those fur suits really do it for me." Voltage gave him a condescending smile before pecking a kiss on his snout. "When it's nice and embarrassing for all parties present." She put away her phone and took out a tiny flashlight. "Now, show me where they're at."

She started working on the lights as soon as she found their power source and got to work. Final Cut finally came onto the scene with Sparky, who looked ready to go on the roof.

"So, Cut, nice to see your movie is coming along well." Voltage said as she stripped out a new wire.

"Thanks. How's the business?" Final Cut asked as she went to check some footage on the camera.

"It's fine. Air conditioners keeping us busy and whatnot." She hooked up her multimeter to one of the wires. "Looks like you had a circuit overload. Not bad. This is probably faulty wiring from the looks of it."

"Sweet," Dancer said as she grinned at Final Cut. "That means we're not liable! Movie's back on! Everyone to the roof!"

The rest of the crew gave some whoops and hollers as they gathered up their equipment.

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"No, Limewire! I'm not in love with you!" Silver Star said as the helicopter propeller spun overhead. Her thick mane flopped around on her head as she stood there, injured, burned and spotted with soot. "You can't follow me!"

Limewire, played by Flint Steel, held his arm up over his head to reduce the sun's glare overhead as they stood on top of the building. He kept approaching her, holding his hand out to her.

"But Silver! Your name is on the lease and I don't know how to make tea as well! You gotta come back!" He kept reaching for her but the helicopter blades were loud and obtrusive.

"I'm sorry, Lime, but this is for the best!" Silver pulled out a gun and shot him in the leg. He cried out and fell to one knee.

"Ow!" He took a deep breath. "Why!"

That's when she boarded the copter and closed the door as it took off.

From behind Limewire came Inkwell, standing behind him with burnt flaps of clothing all over him. He gazed off into the distance where the copter flew and sighed.

"Well," Limewire said as he held the wound on his leg and looked up at him. "I may have lost, but so did you." He glared scornfully toward Ink, who glanced down at him with a sputter.

"Yeah, sorry to be the bearer of bad news." Inkwell said as he ran and jumped off the building roof. His wings expanded and he took off like a bullet.

"Oh, come on!" Limewire shouted, flopping both of his arms down.

"And cut." Final Cut said as the camera turned off and the crew breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, people! Get cleaned up and we meet at the next location at ten tomorrow morning." Dancer said as Fable landed back on the top of the building.

The copter was also swinging back around to land on the event center's roof once again. As Fable looked around, he heard a slow clap around with the sound and lighting guys as they packed up their cases. There was Sweet Voltage, giving Fable a smug grin as she clapped.

"You were wonderful. I especially liked how you and Sparky… I'm sorry, 'Silver Star', survived that fuel tank explosion. Nice pyrotechnics, by the way." Voltage said to Final Cut as she walked by, covered in rolled up cords around her shoulders and arms.

"I have a good crew." Cut nodded her thanks as Voltage took two of them off her arm to help carry them.

"Hey, guys! We got that in one take?" Sparky said after she waved goodbye to the helicopter flying off in the distance. "That's amazing! Looks like Fable only had to risk his life once!"

"Yeah, thanks for that." Fable said as he carried a light over his shoulder. Then he turned to Final Cut with pursed lips. He glanced over toward Sparky, who nodded toward Cut. "So, Cut, we've been wondering about this script."

"Yeah?" Cut led them down the stairs to the main hall where the crew was loading up the vans outside.

The daylight was starting to fade to dusk. The parking lot was all but empty and the crew had all but finished loading most of the equipment.

"Well, considering what comes next, we were wondering what kind of movie this is." Fable put the light in with the rest of them and started gathering the cords to put in the back of the van.

"It's a love story." Cut replied as she closed the van's backdoors. "See you tomorrow." Then, she took Fable by surprise. She held him close and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then she motioned for Sparky to come along.

The gray pony's eyes widened as she gazed at Cut. There were so many questions about earlier, she'd wondered if she even remembered about the offer.

"You coming?" Cut asked and Sparky smiled, nodding.

"Ummm yeah, see you tomorrow." Fable said as she got into her van and drove off. He glanced over at Voltage, who was texting on her phone.

"Alright, you've got two options." She said with a sweet smile toward him. "You can either go home, or you can go with me to Pop's shop to taste some of our baked stuff tonight. I'd understand if you were too tired."

"You're having a girls night bakery?" Fable asked and she hummed affirmation. "Is this a normal thing for you two?"

"She taught me how to bake a few years back and we sort of fell into a routine. Just remember that this is not an invitation I give to just anyone." Voltage gave him a glare, complete with scowl and pointing finger. "So you'd better make up your mind and then forget about the whole thing. If you tell anyone about this, I will deny it up and down."

That's when Fable put on an exaggerated face. "Didn't they tell you never to point?" He pushed her pointed finger to the side and pulled her into a kiss. Her eyes opened wide and it took a moment, but her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

The sun was setting over the horizon, creating a purple and orange cloud formation. The sky was growing dim and the streets began to grow busy around them as the night owls began to emerge.

They held onto each other for a good long moment and ran their hands over one another. When he finally broke the kiss, she gazed into his blue eyes as he gazed into her eyes of gray. He leaned the edge of his forehead onto hers. They stood close and felt each other's sweat and pulsing hearts between them.