WAY Out of place

We moved close to each, eyes closing. Our muzzles pressing together and our lips work their usual magic. They opened further for our tongues to slip out and play. They licked along each other and Twi moaned softly. We pressed on, kissing harder, our mouths opened as much as possible. Quick breaths were a staple after this long. Her hooves instinctively moved up and held onto my shoulders. My own hooves went there separate ways, one making it's way up and supporting Twilight's head. The other moved down, starting from her chest and sliding along her lavender coat. I could hear her give off an excited moan and peaked to see here cheeks holding a pink hue to them.

It didn't really bother me that much, the thought of sex as a pony. I mean Twi was comfortable with it as a human, why couldn't I be the same for her as a pony? I split off with a trail of saliva between our mouths. "Good start, time to move on." I trailed off as my hoof slid lower across her stomach, stopping at the base of her mound, only an inch from her small pink clit. She took a deep breath and bit her lip in anticipation, holding it, her chest puffing out. I moved it lower, brushing past her nub and eliciting a soft moan from her. My hoof took it's spot between her haunches, right along her slit. I moved in slow steady strokes, massaging her lips. Her breathing became ragged and I used my other hoof to pull her in for a kiss.

I could feel her mound moisten and my hoof raised it's pace, rubbing from top to bottom along her pink slit. She moaned softly into my mouth and held tight. I could feel myself start up, a good couple inches start from the sheathe. She could feel it herself as it slid out and poked at her stomach, the flat head sliding up along her coat. One of her own hooves left it's spot at my shoulders and moved down between us, resting about mid shaft along it. I groaned as I felt the blood rush to it. Her hoof stroked gingerly along it, my own hoof rubbing briskly along her slit. I began to take lingering strokes along her nub on my climb and pulled away after the few seconds, leaving her wanting more.

She moved faster with her side, trying to catch up. I groaned as I felt the rest of me make it's way out and into the open. I throbbed for her and she could feel it. I rubbed harder, my hoof pressing firm against her mound. Some of her juices dripped from her flower and soaked the fur of my fetlocks. A droplet of pre leaked out and smeared into her coat. We split, our necks craning and our foreheads pressing together. Our horns crossed and made contact, sending an excited shudder running down my spine. I looked right directly into her eyes as they eased open to reveal the most beautiful shade of purple in existence. We stared at each other as our hooves moved unconsciously. A thin layer of sweat glistened off our fur and I could smell the sweat musk that we began to emit.

Our noses were pressed together, a smile shared. Her eyes were half lidded and told me what they needed to. I love you. I looked down at myself to see at least a foot and a half of dark brown with grey splotching near the base. The first thought that came to mind was, "Great pissing blimey that huge!" followed by, "Holy shit that feels good." Her hoof rubbed along my shaft with good speed. My hoof caressed her lips with matching speed. I could feel the pressure inside build and without a doubt she could too.

"Ready?" I asked.

She nodded with a loving smile and our hooves worked over time. I ground my hoof against her mound harder than ever. She stroked along my length swiftly, moaning softly from my handiwork. He head moved down low to level with my chest, her lips parting and wrapping around the head of my member. Her tongue licked along the tip, lapping up the pre and gently working her teeth into the equation. I groaned in ecstasy as I felt her tongue move around it. I moved my hoof higher and stroked along her clit entirely. She moaned around my length which set me off and made me rub harder, causing her to moan.

I went first, gritting my teeth and shutting my eyes tight as a thick shot of sticky seed expelled from it and down her throat. Twilight gagged and swallowed, sliding off cleanly with a slick pop. "Looks like I beat you." She gloated cutely as she licked her lips.

"Oh it's on." I said as my hoof ground into her clit. Her mouth hung open in a moan as worked her soft mound. She moaned out loudly as I felt her take her turn. A sticky, almost white fluid dripped from her crotch and stuck to my hoof. She slumped down onto the pillow, her eyes lulled.

"Could you guys keep it down. I'm trying to sleep." Spike yelled from his basket.

We looked back at each other. "Well that kinda killed the mood." I sighed.

"Huh?" Twi asked as her mind drifted from the climax.

"Right." I said to myself as I lied my head down on the pillow, my face buried in her ruffled mane. "Night." I whispered softly.

Princess Luna lied atop her own bead thinking of the large grey stallion that had been inside this very chamber with her this morning. Her mane was back to it's flowing nightly appearance. Her thoughts drifted back to the dream of his that she'd infiltrated last night and it's happenings. The scene was a horrifying one indeed, so that she shuddered in remembrance of the scream, one of the last things she heard before ending it. Her horn took on a blue glow and she closed her eyes, going in to see what else his mind could plague him with.

My eyes shot open as I shook wildly from my spot. I look around to see the interior of a souped up truck of sorts. I had a window seat and around me was at least half a dozen men wearing thick grey/blue fatigue uniforms along with knee and elbow pads, tactical vests, combat gloves, and gas masks. I too wore the same outfit. Three yellow canisters were strapped to my chest, "Fuze M-201A1 IW 7-070 M-84 Flashbang Tactical Diversion Device" printed on each one. hanging from a sling around my neck was an MP5 with a suppressor and collapsible stock. Holstered on my right leg was a silenced USP.45. My gas mask hung down from my left leg. On my left shoulder was a sheathed Boker Plus Armed Forces. On my right arm, like all the other men, was a patch of a winged dagger that read along the top, "United Kingdom Special Forces" and below it read, "Special Air Services".

One of the men with a patch on his left arm of three layered downward arrows cleared his throat. "So, how you holdin' up rook." He asked looking to me, his voice holding a cockney accent. "First day and we already have a mission, eh. Best make that time spent in the CQB practice well worth it."