"Hey, Private Bradley—"
"Private Walker," came the grunt of the human soldier that liked to pretend he didn't have a first name.
"Whatever," Auburn Sunrise snickered from where she lay, flicking her mane. "Private Walker, then. Pass me the suntan lotion?"
Bradley rolled his eyes, doing as he was asked. He didn't seem happy about it, either. The two of them, human and pony, had been sent to patrol a set of sandy ruins a little while away from their base. Fallen apart stone walls and pillars that found themselves attached to nothing weren't odd sights, and there was little shade on offer. Similarly, there was little sign of anypony—or body—else. "There you are, corporal." He tried to sound official, it was clear, but it likely didn't escape him that he was simply passing lotion to a pony lounging on her unfurled bedroll as if it was a beach towel.
"You seem annoyed, private. Something about these duties bothering you?" She gave him a curious glance with her wide, bigger and shinier than human eyes as she uncapped the bottle with a flash of her horn and began to squeeze a small measure of the contents into her hooves. She rolled over so she was looking upwards, armour still covering most of her body, and kept her head to the side so the towering human standing above her blocked out most of the sunlight.
"I mean... it's hardly like we're doing anything important right now," Walker muttered, his voice as deep as you'd expect on a man with his stocky frame. He sounded brooding and disappointed. "We've been stationed here for weeks, and I feel like I've spent half of that time either wandering aimlessly or performing menial tasks." He seemed to make a point of staring at Auburn then as she lavishly applied her sunscreen. "I was expecting more, honestly."
Auburn looked up at him, seeing the irritation in his eyes. "Are you blaming me? It's not like we can predict when there's going to be another uprising. We're peacekeepers, private. We're meant to be hoping for calm, not praying that another insurgency sweeps everything into panic just so we have something fun to do." She adopted a judging stare. "Are you trying to tell me you'd prefer it if we were dodging bullets and putting out fires right now?"
His silence was long and forced, and Auburn knew it was because he couldn't argue.
"Exactly. Now stop complaining and enjoy the heat. I bet the sun's never as nice where you're from."
Begrudgingly, the hint of a smile appeared on Bradley's face. "We have heatwaves in England sometimes. The town I'm from has old buildings a little like this, too. Only they're surrounded by grass, not sand." He seemed to be reminded of the heat then, grabbing at his fatigues and beginning to air the collar. "Kinda hard to enjoy any of it when you're in such stifling clothes, though."
"Undo them, then?" Auburn smirked. "Wouldn't hurt you to catch a little sun, you're as pale as a ghost."
"You're one to talk," Bradley remarked, looking down at the cream coated unicorn. "Besides, it's against code to take off your uniform outside of controlled territory. We could be set upon at any minute."
Auburn laughed at this, rubbing her lotion in as her hooves began to brush against her armour, which was preventing her from reaching most of her body. "Yeah, sure. Because there have been so many attacks in the last few months." Smile vanishing, she adopted a more considerate tone. "I understand if you're frustrated, Bradley. Can I call you that?"
"I've told you 'no' about fifty times in the last month, but that hasn't stopped you."
"Anyways, Bradley. I understand, but sometimes, this work's gonna be pretty boring. How do you think I feel? I haven't seen a single stallion in ages, not one that I could get near, anyway. Mares have needs, you know."
Bradley raised an eyebrow at her. "Hardly a professional thing to be discussing. Is this whole thing just a big vacation to you?"
Auburn furrowed her brows, kicking at the private and almost connecting. "Don't be so rude! I'm in a strange new world surrounded by creatures I don't understand, helping in their wars at the call of my princess. I didn't have to choose to come here, it's not my problem. Least you could do is show a little gratitude that I am here, that any ponies showed up to help. We hardly had to. That said, is it really so terrible that I have a couple of complaints too?"
"Well, I suppose when you put it that way..." Bradley shrugged, finally losing the tension in his body and sitting down besides Auburn, cross legged. Part of Auburn was happy he'd decided to chill out a little, the rest of her wished he was still being her living shade. "Honestly, I still find it a little weird having a small unicorn as my CO. I'm sorry if I get a little grumpy, sometimes, I just wanna be doing my job properly, and this is a lot to get used to. They don't prepare you for this shit in basic."
"Heh, and you think I was expecting this when I was a royal guard recruit in Equestria, once upon a time?" They shared a grin in the blazing sun, and Auburn passed the lotion back over to Bradley. "We're both in the same boat, Bradley. It could be worse, trust me. My partner may be a stuffy cynic that wouldn't know fun if it hit him between the eyes, but at least he's not bad to look at."
Bradley looked away from her when she said that, lips tightly shut. Probably because it wasn't the first time Auburn had made such a comment. "You really should be more careful with that shit. Misconduct's taken pretty seriously in the army, you could get booked if someone caught you talking like that."
Auburn took a moment to sit up and look at the nothing but sand all around them for half a mile. "Oh, yeah, I'm so worried about being heard right now." She looked over to Bradley next, fluttering her eyelashes. "You're not going to report me, are you, private?"
Another smile that he seemed to regret. "You never know. Maybe I would, just to get you to act a little more serious."
Auburn didn't take her eyes off him for a second. If anything, she drew a little closer, dropping the tone of her voice and biting her lip. "Well, if that's the case... maybe I'd just have to implicate you, and we could go down together."
"No one would believe that," Bradley defended, though the pause before he said it showed that he wasn't entirely sure of that fact.
"Really, wouldn't they? A big, strapping human and an exotic species, all alone in the desert sand with nothing to do all day..." Auburn could scarcely take it anymore, squeezing her eyes shut. "Ugh, just break some rules with me already. I'm bored, I'm horny, and it'd pass the time. Maybe you'd start liking me more by the time we were done."
Bradley looked her up and down, his cheeks red, and Auburn could clearly tell he was checking her out. Looks like he wasn't immune after all, no matter how serious he might have acted. "No, no way. If someone found out, we'd get in a heap of shit. Not happening."
Who was going to find out?! Auburn groaned, rolling onto her stomach and beginning to stand, tail flicking. "Fine. At least help me with my lotion, though. It's difficult with hooves."
"How is it? Looks like you've already put plenty on. I don't see the problem."
"The problem is that my hooves are all slippery now and I can't take my armour off to reach the rest," Auburn pouted, giving her body a little shake and accentuating the problem. "And honestly, you complain about your uniform, but try being subjected to this heat in solid metal! This is real torture. In fact, if you don't help me, I'm calling it insubordination." Auburn had to stop herself from grinning at that one.
Luckily, whether Bradley realised she was full of hot air or not, he didn't argue. Sheepishly, gingerly, he stepped forwards, standing behind her, his waist at her flank level. He stooped down a little, likely getting a good look at her, and Auburn took this opportunity to spread her hind legs, lifting her tail to the side and showing off a little. "Right... are you sure this is absolutely necessary?"
"We can go and ask an officer whether it's necessary for you to follow my commands when we're back, if you'd prefer?"
It was an empty threat and he probably knew it, but the fact he didn't argue said he wasn't looking to test her. "Alright, what exactly do you want me to do?"
"Helmet first!" Auburn shook her head a little, locks bouncing against metal in their search for freedom. Bradley tried to keep her in place, but the moment he placed his hands around each side of the helmet, attempting to be gentle, Auburn started flinching and giggling, his hands brushing against something fluffy. "Careful with my ears, they're sensitive!" Auburn didn't want him to be careful, of course, but he took heed regardless. Soon enough, her helmet was off, and her ponytailed mane was on full display. "Okay, the straps on my hind legs next!"
Bradley looked as if he was going to refuse at that point, but Auburn hit him with the 'please' eyes just adorably enough that it'd be impossible for him to refuse. Hooking his fingers between the straps and beginning to undo them, Auburn had to stop herself from letting her hind legs kick and twitch, so sensitive from the soft skin being rubbed up and down them. He was rather dexterous, and it didn't take him long to get each of her legs free.
Before he could have a chance to reconsider, Auburn began to pull up the skirt of her armour, revealing a blue and white striped set of panties that hugged her body tight. "They make us wear these so we don't distract the soldier boys, but I've caught you staring before," she winked at him, causing blood to rush to his head.
"I-I haven't done anything like that! You're full of it!"
"Really? Then why are you stuttering?" she teased, wiggling her rump from side to side, reveling in the attention. "Whatever, just help me get my armour off."
Wordlessly, he began to pull it up her body, seeming especially embarrassed about this part of the procedure. Auburn knew exactly how that armour was put on, but didn't say anything, allowing him to continue to snake his hands up her body and ruffle them in her fur as the mail began to cinch around her neck, not moving any further upwards. "It's not coming off," he grunted, clearly annoyed with the whole situation and more than a little flustered.
Auburn had to fight off a pant—his hands felt really good on her. "That's because you're pulling it the wrong way, silly. You have to pull it down me, not over the top!"
There was something about the intimacy of pulling clothing over her firm rump and to the floor that even when not spoken between the two of them, was almost palpable. Bradley likely knew there was a measure of tension being established between each of them, that this was more than simple soldier stuff, and Auburn more than knew it. Why else would she have asked him? It wasn't like she was really too hot, she was more than used to being in that armour.
Nope, she just wanted an excuse to show her body off. Her ass gave a delicious little shake, jiggling and bouncing as Bradley finally pulled the last of her armour down her, and she moved her hind legs to step out of it. The moment she turned around, she noticed Bradley, against all notions of being an insufferable dullard, was pitching a tent in enemy territory. Looked like someone couldn't handle just a few moments of contact with a mare, huh?
Not that Auburn could talk, she was really fucking horny right now. Feeling his soft hands on her had only ramped her up that bit more, reminded her of how long it had been since she'd got any action from a stallion. Besides... she didn't even think she'd choose a stallion right now if she could, what was standing in front of her looked like a much better deal, whether for the novelty, or for the weeks that they'd both surely been thinking about it and not acting.
Once all of it was over, Bradley went to hand her the lotion once more. Auburn laughed, her pitch high and lilting. "You think I seriously wanted to tan? I just wanted you to strip me. I don't care if I burn a little." She advanced on him, tail twirling in small circles as she advanced on her prey, twice the size of her. "Now it's my turn. I've been curious about what you've been hiding under that uniform for a while now, time you gave it up..."
If he'd been in any position to argue before, the very obvious hard-on he sported was all but ruining that. "Corporal, you know we shouldn't be doing this..." It was all he could do. Not refuse, not back away, just make some fleeting, half-hearted attempt at saving face.
"And you know that if you really wanted to stop me, you would," Auburn grinned, salacity dripping from her words as she used her magic to tug on the soldier's camos. She could have used magic to undress herself, of course, but had refrained from mentioning, if only to get Bradley to do it for her. Now, he was likely realising that all too late.
With a small tug, she began to pull them down, then replaced the tug of her magic with that of her teeth. She pulled against them until she felt a hard bulge pressing against her cheek, and only took that as an invitation to redouble her efforts. Soon enough, he was without trousers, only a pair of blue briefs separating Auburn from her prize.
"So... are you going to take them off, or do I have to? It's happening either way."
There comes a moment in every soldier's life where they just have to say 'fuck it'. Maybe they're sick of the heat. Maybe they're sick of the teasing from their CO, or they're just as bored and horny as their CO, but didn't want to say anything about it. Whatever his reasons, Bradley chose this moment to say: "Fuck it." He stood straight, beginning to pull down his boxers and exposing his already hard cock. It was only slightly above average as far as humans went, but to Auburn, it was huge and throbbing, the bell shaped curve unlike the crowns she was used to, with no medial ring in sight. "No pulling rank on me during this, alright?"
Auburn nodded, but she was scarcely paying attention. Her eyes were busy tracing the smooth contours of Bradley's cock, the way it curved slightly to the side, its length and girth... There was truly something magical about the shape of his cock, and she imagined that it'd fit wonderfully inside of her, but she wanted to test the waters first. And so she did, running her tongue up and down his length, holding it up with a hoof, briefly stopping to admire the small but heavy bulbs of flesh that sat beneath. His balls weren't leathery like those of a stallion, but they were enjoyable to bathe in spittle all the same, and he panted enough from the feeling that Auburn could tell he loved the feel of her tongue.
She continued to lick up and up him until finally she reached his tip. The taste of his already emerging pre was satisfying to say the least, and she found herself soon wanting more as she softly clasped her lips around his length. She began to push her head forwards, tongue tapping at the underside of his shaft as he ran his amazing fingers through her mane and began to lightly tug. She was fixated on those fingers, they felt so good against her, made her tingle all over at his touch, and answered the pleasant vibrations of her body with a hum that vibrated through her throat and made his cock twitch and bounce manically in her mouth.
Hungry for more, not looking to waste time, Auburn brought him deeper inside, touching against the velvety back of her tight throat. It was a difficult fit, no doubt there, but she persevered if only to show the private that she still had some control, that she could take it.
Though it seemed that Bradley was growing to determined to wrest that power from her. He pushed forwards hard, grunting heavily as he slammed his length deep down her throat, almost making her gag from the sheer force and speed of it. For the longest time, he kept her head locked in place, continuing to drive deep inside of her, his movements becoming less harmonious and more frenzied, his breath continuing to hitch. All the while, Auburn could feel herself growing wetter downstairs, impatient to have this impressive slab of cock somewhere she could really feel it.
She felt the grip of his hands getting tighter on her head as he continued to thrust into her, almost to the point of discomfort, but he wasn't so rough as to actually hurt her. Still, it was clear how much he needed this from the moans he made as he continued to push, moans that the entire base would have surely heard if they'd been in their bunks right then. If a freedom fighter was to happen across them now, he might have simply given them some room out of respect, rather than trying to attack, as the need was that obvious.
And after a little time, Auburn realised that her desire easily superseded his in importance. She'd been the one that initiated this, after all, and he was nice and warmed up. Without warning, she pulled herself away from him, leaving him trying to fuck air, and he looked up at her as if she'd just destroyed something very important to him. "Hey! That's hardly fair."
"What's not fair is the fact that I haven't gotten that cock in my ass yet," Auburn returned, taking the opportunity to turn around and press her hooves towards the ground, lifting her hind legs up whilst lowering her front half. "Panties off, or to the side? Your choice."
Bradley chose not to answer that question with words, grabbing hold of Auburn's underwear and pulling it halfway down her thighs, the light scrape of his nails against her supple flanks like electricity dancing. He stepped closer to her, breathing heavily, and with no small measure of anticipation, Auburn waited for him to stop admiring her puffy folds and tight little asshole and start fucking her already!
Then, she felt something cold and wet. She gasped, her tail flicking, and when she turned back, ears flattened, she found Bradley to be rubbing a small measure of the lotion against her tight, puckered asshole, lubing her up. "Clever boy," she purred, though she had to keep herself from shivering all the same. She was extremely sensitive down there, and she could feel her pussy winking at the sensation, but Bradley ignored that hole for now.
He soon lined himself up with her extremely tight entrance, and grabbing at her ponytail with a hand, curling a fist around it, he began to slowly push his way inside, the tightness of her walls strangling his cock, Auburn feeling herself being filled with an extremely large, almost painfully wide cock. She attempted to adjust to his length, clenching and relaxing the muscles of her ass and allowing him to slide that little bit deeper before groaning in a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure, having to repeat the process.
Eventually, he managed to push himself most of the way in, and with her eyes fluttering closed, Auburn floated in the pleasure of being so perfectly filled, wondering why she'd waited so damn long to do this with him. She didn't get to enjoy the serenity for long, however, as he was soon moving his way back out, and the sensation was only reversed, as wondrous as it was on the way in, but different all the same. She panted and moaned and shivered from the feeling rolling up her spine and numbing her hooves as he began to push himself deeper than before, fucking her harder and with little restraint.
His cock was definitely a dangerous weapon, and Auburn could feel tears in her eyes as she wrestled with the temptation to let her legs give out from the force of his pounding. The volume of her moans only increased, her tail wrapping around his waist in a futile effort to pull him in closer, the tug of her ponytail reminding her that she'd given up her element of control. It was all down to him, now. He could do anything to her, fuck and use her however he wished, just as long as he was getting the both of them off as well as he was right now.
Bradley was clearly in excellent physical shape. If his physique didn't say that much, then his technique did, constant and never skipping a beat. His breaths were in perfect sync to both the movements of Auburn's hips and the push of his cock, everything working together in tandem to produce a sensation that was honestly unparalleled by anything Auburn had ever felt from a stallion. If this was how humans fucked, then it definitely wouldn't be the last time she tried it.
And there was a novelty to it, one she thought she'd never be able to get used to as he somehow found new ways to surprise her with each given moment. Switching his rhythm, going deeper, beginning to work over the entrance of her asshole... he could do absolutely everything, and masterfully, too.
And while it had hurt at first, and it still did, Auburn was finding that she couldn't get enough now. "Harder!" she shouted, but it was more of a scream than a shout. Bradley seemed caught off guard at first, and almost faltered in his motions. Perhaps he was worried about hurting her, considering her size. Auburn answered that concern by pushing back on his cock as quickly as she could, burying it deep in her ass. "I said harder, private! I want fifty reps in my asshole stat, and then you can beat up my pussy. Pull my fucking tail, push your weight down on me, do what you want, just fuck me, damn it!"
She'd never been a drill sergeant, but she imagined right now, she'd make an impeccable one. He listened, too, speeding up his motions until he was thundering inside of her like a human jackhammer, pressing down on Auburn so hard that she wondered if she might pass out any second from now. Thankfully, just when she was on the precipice of finding out, when she began to wonder whether she might cum simply from the pressure of his cock repeatedly filling her ass, he finally pulled out, panting hard. Apparently, even in the peak of fitness, fucking like that could do a number on you.
"Good work, private. I think you've earned a reward. Lay down for me." She pointed a hoof at the bedroll, and he did as asked, laying with his cock still extremely erect, leaking pre. She quickly lapped it up, making sure he was still wet all over and briefly tasting herself in the process. "You weren't about to finish in my ass, were you, private? That would've been awfully messy."
"N-no, ma'am." Bradley replied by instinct, and it made Auburn chuckle. Apparently, he'd either forgotten where he was, remembered his place, or decided he found the rank play as hot as she did.
"Good soldiers earn rewards," Auburn remarked, stepping over him and running a fuzzy hoof over his still twitching cock. "Would you like to claim yours?"
"Do you even need to ask that by now?" Bradley asked with a raised brow, lightly pumping his cock with his hand as she stood over him.
"I don't like backtalk," Auburn smirked, moving closer to him before aligning her slick folds with his tip and beginning to slowly, torturously push down on him as punishment. He groaned hard, trying to push up, but her magic kept him rooted in place as she ever so gradually sank down his length, her senses going into overdrive. The sun watched them and burnt in arousal as she finally bottomed out, and then, with a shake of her ass, began to bounce up and down on his cock in a perfect, dizzying rhythm.
She knew he wouldn't be able to last long, and she didn't expect to either. The friction and push of their bodies was mesmerising, better than anything she could have hoped for, and she was on the verge of either creaming all over his cock already or letting her magic fade... she chose the latter, if only to hold out for a few more moments.
As soon as he got the cue, Bradley started to relentlessly drive into her, pressing against her cervix with the speed of his motions, pulling her ass up so he was halfway inside and assaulting her g-spot as colours danced in Auburn's vision. She knew it was only a matter of moments until she hit climax now, but she wasn't about to go out without a bang.
Using magic again, she wordlessly pulled one of Bradley's hands off of her ass and brought it to her throat. He hesitated at first, but a nod on her part combined with the pleasure they were both feeling was enough to break any worry, and he began to close it around her as he continued to pound at her tight little pussy, the constriction of Auburn's airwaves only causing her to clench her holes tighter, to cause him to feel the same clinch she did on her throat in the vice-like grip of her pussy, milking him and threatening to take all he had to give at a moment's notice...
She couldn't last for long. The moment his hand came off of her, she released her orgasm in a torrent of waves that swept over her body and almost blew her away. Time stopped. Everything around her became immaterial in the presence of a feeling that was almost above comprehension, one you could only touch upon for a moment before it faded away.
Auburn chose to stretch that moment for as long as she could, riding her orgasm as her entire being caught light, sizzling and emanating the rawest, most carnal pleasure, echoing it in the screams that sounded from her throat at the continuous influx of satisfaction that raged over her like a tropical desert storm. She was on the edge of consciousness, the peak of being, and all of it throbbed from a place in her core that washed away the boredom, the worry, everything, leaving her with only an explosive serenity that defied all understanding.
She could have pontificated on the hypnotic effects of that earth-shattering orgasm all day, but she was too busy being rolled around. All of a sudden, Bradley was atop her, fucking her harder than before, not letting her sensation die away, only multiplying whatever embers still laid and stoking them into fire. He looked as if he would burst at any moment, as if he'd ran a marathon, but like the trooper he was, he continued until Auburn started to wonder whether he'd entered the wrong career path.
Wanting to help him to his finish, to reward him for everything he'd given her, Auburn slipped out from under him, grabbing at his cock with both hooves and pumping it up and down as she watched him hover on the precipice of sticky, wet salvation. "Are you ready to cum for me, private?"
"Yes..." he panted so heavily, it was delectable, his muscles taut, his cock looking fit to rupture at any moment.
"Are you going to cum all over my face, my mane, my chest?" Auburn asked, stroking him faster, paying more attention to his sensitive head, begging him to paint her already. "Do it. Cum for me, my soldier. That's an order."
"Ah, fuck!" With those words, he shot a warm stream of thick cum straight onto Auburn's face, covering her. His load was different to a stallion's, but it had a taste about it that Auburn loved, and she couldn't help but lick away at his cock as he continued to spray his seed all over her, making a real mess of her as it mottled in her fur and got stuck in her mane. He carried on shooting until he was completely spent, eventually falling back in a daze and attempting to catch his breath as Auburn went about cleaning herself off, licking up everything that she could.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the both of them stopped panting. They were laid right next to one another, almost touching, and both seemed to be completely at peace. The stress of soldierhood weighed heavily on both of them, but with a little bit of help from a colleague, it soon diminished significantly.
"So, are you still going to report me?" Auburn smirked, giving Bradley a little poke.
"Only if we don't get to do that again," the private laughed, laying on his side to look her over.
And she checked him out in turn, she couldn't help it. Something about humans just had her raring to go right now, maybe she'd been converted. "Right now?" she asked, putting on her most innocent face.
"N-no, I didn't mean right now," Bradley chuckled, shaking his head. "Think I need a little time to recover."
"Screw that, let's build up your endurance!" Auburn climbed atop the soldier once more, giving him a peck on the cheek. "This is our new training exercise. Last one to cum wins. Ready?"
He wasn't ready whatsoever. Auburn would be damned if she didn't change that, though.
