Inside safe walls

Chapter 4. A loving embrace

( if you dont like clop you can jump over that part, you will easily notice the passage it is in and you will just as easy be able to skip it. thank you )

The ponies looked at Milon. Their gazes filled with shock, sorrow and most of all, pity.

Milon had no expression on his face, he couldn't cry, not now. He had cried enough anyway, five years of being all alone after his father had died had gotten it's fair share of tears out of him.

Spike's quill had become quiet long ago by now. They had been sitting there for a while, no one daring to open their.

Applejack put her hoof on her boyfriends shoulder, making him put his hand on it, squeezing it softly.

"That was a long time ago..." Milon continued. "There is not one day that I don't regret what I did. But I know that I did the right thing. I am happy that I got to give him my goodbyes, rather than someone else taking his life in battle."

Twilight cleared her throat, looking painfully sad. "I'm sorry Milon, I didn't think that it would be such a painful and sad story! Sometimes I don't know when to stop asking questions..."

Milon looked up at her, his face was still wearing a neutral expression, but his voice were softer than it were when he told his story. "You have nothing to apologize for. You might not know when to stop asking." He took a cup of water standing in front of him and drank a mouthful before putting it back down and continued. "But sometimes I think that I should know when to stop answering."

It almost looked like Twilight had been hurt physically by that statement. "Please, don't say that..."

Milon looked at her with a stern look in his eyes. "Twilight. You asked, and I chose to answer. It might be for the best that you got to know this, I think you would have gotten me to tell you eventually anyways." He looked around to the others, Spike, Rarity, Applejack and Fluttershy were still looking uncomfortable and sad.

"Guys..." He started to sound a bit frustrated. "This doesn't bother me that much. My father entrusted me with this position, and he knew I'd give him an honourable death, you don't need to neither apologize nor feel sad for me. I have done my mourning, and to be honest, i feel better now that you know"

They didn't look very convinced by this,but they chose to trust him and nodded.

Spike yawned and stretched, putting away the quill and parchment into Twilights saddle bag. "Well, I guess that we should head home, it's late and we'll need our sleep. Especially me, my scales need me to get my beauty sleep."

...

The ponies stood up, saying their goodbyes as they walked out, one by one, wishing the pair a good night and a calm sleep.

Milon sighed as he closed the tent entrance after them and sat back down at the small fireplace. Applejack leaned against him, trying to give him some comfort.

None of them spoke, not for a while at least. Milon didn't feel like speaking, and Applejack was afraid to speak, in case she said something wrong, or something that would upset him.

He turned around and kissed her cheek. "I don't know what to say, love." He started, sounding a bit tired. He sighed again "As I said before, this was long ago, and I've already mourned my father. I have to move on, I need to prove that we both made the right decision. It's all I can do by this point"

Applejack nodded, as to tell him to go on.

"My men and women trust me, and I do not plan to let them down or to make them believe that I don't have the will or courage to lead them. But..." He slapped his knee in a way that would make it seem like he had an epiphany. "We are all friends! There might be differences in rank, but we're brothers and sisters, we are close and we would die for each other, even if it meant that we'd have to wage war on the whole world!"

He suddenly felt a hoof on his cheek and he turned his head, a pair of green eyes meeting his. "Sugarcube... You're the top rooster here because they know that you can do it. They believe in you! You are the best of the best. They look up to you! Everyone is allowed to feel sorrow, love, and happiness. That sure won't stop you from being the same reliable person. They-"

She was cut of by Milon's lips landing on hers in a passionate kiss, which she immediately returned, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She opened her mouth and both of them were quick to show their partners tongue some love.

She felt Milon's arms wrap around her and pull her close to him. Her hat fell off as Milon ran his hand through her hair, letting his fingers run through its lenght.

Applejack placed both her hooves on his cheeks and held his face in place, kissing him deep and passionately. Milon's other hand slowly moved its way down to her rump, giving it a squeeze.

This caused Applejack to pull away from the kiss, giggling. "Whoa there. Did the big strong general find something he likes?" She gave him a naughty look.

He now moved both hands down to her butt and began to rub it softly. "I think you already know the answer to that." He leaned forward and gave her another kiss, this one quick and soft. Their kissing and cuddling went on for a while, but when they finished, Applejack jumped down from her lovers lap and sat down next to him, leaning on his arm. He wrapped his left arm around her, looking at the campfire with a smile, throwing another piece of wood on it. Everything had just gotten a bit more lovely.

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Things had been going well for the past week, Applejack and her friends had spent time over at the human camp and there had been many good opportunities for eating dinner in front of a campfire and then sleeping under the stars, all of which they took. Now both Milon and Applejack were fully comfortable with being open with their affection. Kissing, hugging and snuggling felt just right when they sat in front of the warm campfire. As always, Pinkie Pie had no comment about it, she just said "Okie dokie lokie", threw confetti in the air and wanted to throw a They're a pair party, which of course they all agreed to.

There were much love between them and everyone were happy for them. Applejack loved him deeply and she felt he did the same, not only because he told her, he proved it. She could feel it in every kiss, every touch. But now, Applejack started to get in the mood. Milon had treated her right, done everything he could for her. He made food for her, cuddled her to sleep, showered her with love at every chance he got, basically everything a man should do for the woman he loves, and Applejack did he same for him. She had been supportive and proud of Milon, showing him that she believed in him, and loved him no matter what.

She had wanted to take the next step for a while now, she wanted him to take her with the same energy, love, and determination he had shown her his love. She started to blush every time she thought about it. There had been good times for them to make love but it simply just didn't happen. But this time it is going to happen. She swore to herself.

Milon smiled at the armour clad pony in front of him. "Good job, just keep your legs steady."

A group of pony soldiers had arrived that afternoon, asking if they could train with him, and he had agreed, he thought that it would be fun.

At the moment they were practising parrying. Milon was a bit shocked when he realized that ponies wore a helmet with a blade on it, but he found it to be understandable since they had no hands. The soldier he was sparring with now, Salvatore, was not a novice in handling his blade.

Even though he was skilled with his weapon, he could barely keep up with Milon's speed, but he turned and swung his head, successfully protecting himself from Milon's blade.

Milon swung his blade in a wide horizontal swing, it connected with Salvatores and the strength of his strike makingit cut through Salvatores blade. There was a moment of silence as the cut off end of the pony's blade fell to the ground, then they all started to laugh, even some of the human soldiers that had been watching were holding their stomachs in laughter.

Milon chuckled. "I guess that Equestrian blacksmiths have done their work about half right!"

Salvatore smirked. "Yeah, it lasted this long at least, good thing it broke now, rather than in a battle." Milon shook Salvatore's hoof, to thank for the match. "I promise, I'll repair it for you, my friend."

Salvatore shook his head "That won't be necessary, I'll just take it to one of our blacksmiths."

"I insist, now follow me." Milon took the helmet off of Salvatores head, and went to pick up the part of the blade that had been cut off.

It was Salvatore's turn to chuckle now. "And the people that trained you did their job right, a general thats stubborn and won't bow down to no one in a lesser position than himself."

Everyone laughed again. The Myrmidon soldier named Arkantos stepped forward, sword in hand, "So, is anyone up to challenge me?"

A big, strong looking stallion with a blade helmet on his head stepped forward, "you're on!"

Milon and Salvatore walked away from the group of soldiers, Milon holding the broken helmet in his hands.

"So, are you going to get one of your smiths to fix it?" Salvatore smiled as he followed him, looking around at all the tents in the camp.

"No, I will actually do it myself, wasn't that what i promised?" Milon said, his expression unchanged.

Salvatore looked up at Milon. "You have some skill in forging weapons then?"

Milon chuckled, "Some skill is saying the least. My family are, or me, since it's only me left, is the best smith in Holems."

Salvatore raised his eyebrows, "Is that so? Well seeing-"

Milon filled in with the rest of the saying. "Is believing. Thats why I'm going to show you how to do it properly, and you might have something to tell the equestrian smiths afterwards."

They both chuckled.

As they arrived at the forge, which were not in use at the moment, Milon got the equipment he needed and lit the fire. He went to work in silence, Salvatore watching closely at what he did.

First Milon started with heating up the blade and the cooling it down rapidly in a barrel of cold water, as he put the cut off piece of the blade inside the raging fire it started to glow with an intense heat.

He picked the iron blade up with a pair of tongs. the heat had caused the blade to deform, but when the repeated heating and cooling process were done Milon started to shape the blade with his hammer, until it resembled its original shape.

The last thing he did before sharpening the blade were to heat up the cut off end at the helmet until it glowed with a bright white colour. He then held the helmet in place with a vice and he then hammered the two pieces together.

As he sharpened the blade on the large sharpening stone, which is turned by pushing a pedal, sparks were flying from the blade, making squint his eyes and Milon smile slightly.

"You worked in silence through the whole thing. You're focused."

Milon held up the helmet, inspecting the blade and then continued to sharpen it. "Myrmidons are one with their blades, and blacksmiths, such as myself, we put our soul into the blades we make. These are our creations, they symbolize us. They our entire being objectified in a blade."

He took the helmet away from the sharpening stone and stood up."All done!" As he gave the helmet back to Salvatore he looked proud. "This one will never be cut in half! You can now boast that you have the best blade of all the soldiers in the Equestrian army!"

Salvatore smirked as he put his helmet on. "You really do brag."

Milon chuckled, "If your smiths had done their job we'd never been here in the first place my friend."

This earned a laugh from Salvatore. "Allright, I yield to the power of the Myrmidon blacksmith." He turned around. "I apologise for leaving already, but have to go back to my group, have a good day general."

Milon put his hand to his forehead, giving a salute. "You too soldier."

Milon walked back to the forge, and began to assemble more equipment and steel bars.

"HEYA!" The shout didn't really startle him as much as it made his soul choke on whatever it had in its throat. Pinkie Pie stood beside him with a wide smile on her face.

"Hello Pinkie." He greeted her, doing his best to recover from the shock.

"Hi Milon, whatcha doin'?" She kept smiling and looking at him with an intense stare.

He pulled a rope that controlled the bellows of the forge, blowing air into the fire, which caused it to flare up and shoot sparks into the sky."I think I'm going to smith some armour, since the palisade has been fully constructed and there is no need for me to be anywhere right now. I think this is a good time to work with my hobby."

"Oooh!" Pinkie Pie walked closer and sat down on her bottom next to the big bellows. "Can I watch?"

"You sure can."

Milon started to heat up the big steel bars by putting them into the forge and pumping the bellows. He started to think about what he was going to smith. A chest plate, one of the square shields. He could not decide at first, but then he thought about what he had said to Salvatore earlier. Seems like the equestrian smiths have done their job half right. . He looked over at Pinkie pie and kept thinking. Pinkie Pie didn't seem to care that he was looking at her, she just stared right back, determined to win this game of stare.

"Pinkie?"

"Yup?"

Milon held out a rope with a few knots on it, used for measurement. "Care to help me with something?"

...

Applejack had decided to surprise Milon with another box of donuts, a big box filled with atleast thirty of them. In truth she didn't really have any idea how to go about to make Milon have sex with her, she didn't really figure any plan out. But they loved each other, and it couldn't really be too hard to get everything going after all, she thought.

She carried the box of donuts in a saddle bag and she was heading down the dirt road that lead to the, now fort of the Myrmidon army. She had taken her hair band off again today, letting her long blond mane flow out into the breeze, it felt good, the wind was rustling her mane in a way that she enjoyed.

She was thinking to herself Maybe... She suddenly got an idea, a good one, she thought atleast. Maybe I can use the cider to heat everything up!

She had noticed that Milon drank quite a lot of the strong cider he had gotten. Of course it wasn't as strong as the vodka, so he needed to drink a few cups but once he got going he could become quite drunk. She also knew this because last time it had taken him about six or seven cups before he started to make out with her in a very, lets say sloppy, but passionate way. She was drunk herself at the time so she didn't mind it one bit.

She giggled to herself. Men become so practical and simple when they're drunk. Then she reminded herself that men weren't the only ones changing when they got tipsy. She remembered how she were feeling when Milon had kissed her in that sloppy manner. She became really hot and she were blushing profusely once she realized that she were getting aroused and wet between her legs.

Applejack felt the blush on her cheeks from remembering these things and she smirked. I think that adding some cider to this mix will have the result I want.

She came in through the fort gates and headed toward Milon's tent. It didn't matter if he were in the tent or not, she still had to get some cider anyway.

Milon wasn't in his tent so Applejack put the box in front of the wooden bed and headed out towards the kitchen tents, where they had all the food and drinks. Luckily she managed ask them for a few liters of cider without any problems. According to what she knew they measured drinks in liters, if you wanted one litre of milk for example you got it in a kind of wooden bucket with a lid, and in this bucket fit almost exactly one litre of whatever you wanted in it.

Her saddle bags could easily fit the four liters she asked for and after the cooks had helped her put the buckets in her bags she headed back towards the tent. As she trotted back down the dirt path towards Milon's tent she could hear a voice that she recognized.

"I'm so gonna wear this at my next party! It's so shiny, and comfortable!" Was that Pinkie Pie?

Now interested in why Pinkie Pie were in the camp, and what it was that she thought were so shiny and comfortable, she headed towards where she last heard her voice.

As she came around the corner of a big red tent she could see Pinkie Pie sitting on the ground, wearing a set of armour that looked like it fit her perfectly, and as a cherry on this shining steel sundae, she had a helmet on her head. It didn't have a plume but it had a blade on it, just as the standard Equestrian army helmet, unless the wearer is a unicorn, in that case your horn in sharp enough to cause damage, so a blade wouldn't be needed, and there would just be a hole for the horn to go through.

Milon was sitting in front of Pinkie Pie, inspecting the armour to see if there were any defects or if there would be any chance of it pinching or hurting the wearer when the different sections moved around during movement. From what he could see when he looked at it closely while moving the pieces around, he had done it close to perfect, the only thing left to do now were to sew and attach leather on the inside so that it would be more comfortable and less cold to wear.

"Hiya Pinkie pie!" Applejack trotted towards them, smiling widely.

"Oh hi AJ, look at what Milon has made me! Isn't it awesome?"

Applejack looked up and down, checking her new piece of clothing out. "It sure looks nice, but that helmet looks silly without the plume thing up there."

Pinkie Pie nodded- "Yup, but I'll fix that." She took the helmet off, held her mane up and put the helmet back on, her curly pink mane now sticking up where the plume should be.

Applejack giggled and turned to Milon, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "How are you feeling today darling? Got some work done?"

Milon smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss on her lips- "I'm good, I just wanted to see how it would be to try and make some armour for ponies from scratch, and I think it turned out good. Some small details to work on, but it takes time to get perfection." He looked at Pinkie, giving her a smile and a nod. "All done Pinkie Pie!"

This caused the pink pony smile widely, at the same time as her eyes began to twinkle. "Thank you so much! I'll be sure to tell everyone that you're the one who made it! Oh everyone is going to be sooo jealous!" She started to trot away and waved goodbye.

Her new armour earned some looks as she walked past some soldiers on her way out of camp.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Applejack turned back to her boyfriend, who were cleaning himself off with a rag.

"Not much, I have nothing scheduled today and no one has needed my assistance yet. So basically, I have the rest of the day off."

Applejack smiled and felt a slight blush grow on her cheeks in anticipation of what she hoped would happen.
"I got some cider for the two of us from the kitchen just now, want to go back to your tent and drink some of it?"

Milon stretched and groaned. "Nnnngh... Yeah, absolutely. Would feel wonderful to cool down for a bit and to take a drink."

Suddenly a loud rumble was heard and then the rain poured down with such force that it felt like someone had emptied a bucket of water directly upon them.

They ran towards Milon's tent wanting to get away form the rain as fast as possible. They were not the only ones, soldiers around them picked up all their belongings and equipment they had brought out with them and ran into shelter.

Of course the guards in the towers and over by the gate had cover from the weather, thanks to the roof built on the towers, and stayed at their posts. Another lightning bolt lit up the sky, followed by another loud rumble.

The two lovers almost literally threw themselves into the tent when they got to it.

"Holy crap!" Milon's hair was lying flat on his head, completely drenched, and Applejack's hat was drooping as it was now soaked.

"Now that was something none of us expected!" She said and took her hat off.

"Yeah, is the weather always like this?" Milon asked as he started to dry himself off before going to light a fire.

"No, it's not very often that this happens." Applejack took off her saddlebags and put them at the foot of Milon's bed and Milon used his flint and steel to light a fire in the fireplace. Soon there was a sparking fire in it and they both sat in front of it, holding cups with the cider Applejack had brought with her.

"So, any reason you wanted to bring the cider with you, love?" Milon took a sip from his cup and smiled at her, feeling the warmth spread inside him.

His girlfriend were leaning on his chest, drinking some herself. "I guess that my intuition told me the right things."

He smirked. "Oh yeah, you girl sand your intuition." As they kept on talking they drank more and more, and became more drunk as time went on. After a while, Applejack shoved the big box of donuts to Milon, which earned her a big kiss on the lips. The donuts Milon didn't save for later did lot last very long, and they went down quick.

He smiled at his girlfriend, and gave her another kiss on the lips. "I love you, my dearest."

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Milon held her close, kissing her deeply. He didn't know if it was because they both had so much cider taste in their mouths or because he was drunk, but this was the best kiss they had shared so far.

Applejack was sitting on his lap, kissing him back just as passionately, her tongue lapping hungrily at Milon's.

As Milon's hand placed themselves on her butt she let out a moan that was of nothing else than pleasure and naughtiness. "Mhaa..."

His hands gripped her butt cheeks firmer now and Applejack felt her want for him and his love grow. Each second she wanted him more and more, until she reached her limit.

"I love you!" She moaned and pushed her butt back onto his hands as they rubbed her.

"I love you too Applejack." Milon were panting, the heat and the alcohol in his body making him slightly dizzy.

Applejack put her hooves on the sides of Milon's head, staring right into his eyes with an intensity that scared Milon for a second.

"Take me! Make me yours!" She pleaded to him, rubbing herself up against his chest.

Milon understood, but his words wouldn't come out when he tried to tell her that he'd do anything for her. "Uhh..."

Applejack groaned, thinking that he didn't understand anything she said, she moved her hoof down to his crotch, rubbing it firmly. "Take this thing, and slam it as far as it gets into me! And if you don't I'll take it myself and I'll make sure that you release your love inside me by pinning you down to this ground! Ya hear!?"

Milon lit up, if his words wouldn't come out to his aid, he'd have to use his body.

He lifted her up and put her on the bed, laying her on her back. He looked down at her as she laid there, spreading her legs, revealing her full self to him.

He bit his lip, feeling his member stiffen and grow at the sight of her laying there. He knelt down on the bed, bringing his face up close to her wet, longing pussy. He gave her breasts a soft squeeze, making applejack squeal and shiver.

He opened his mouth, letting out a hot breath onto her pussy, making her shiver and gasp even louder at this feeling, "Oh... Ooooh!"

She let out a high pitched squeal as his tongue slipped into her folds, rubbing wildly against her inner walls. "M-Milon! Oh! D-don't stop!" She couldn't control her movements anymore, her tail swished back and forth and her whole body squirmed in pleasure.

Milon sucked on her clit, grazing it lightly with his teeth, teasing her, wanting to make her anticipation for the full thing grow and grow. He looked up and moved away from her pussy, a string of her juices still connecting his lips and her hot, quivering pussy.

His cock was rock hard, he couldn't wait anymore either. He had teased the love of his life for too long now. He laid down between her legs, and moved his member closer to her nethers. As he pushed his tip into her she could hear her soft moans. "Yes! Finally, yes! Oh nelly, that feels so good!"

As he slid his length into her she let out another squeal, and he could feel her warm, wet insides squeeze tight around it. He groaned, it felt so damn good to be inside her, to feel her inner muscles welcome him with such passion. He started to thrust, sliding his length in and out at a steady pace, causing them both to breathe heavy and moan. Applejack clinged to him, doing her best to wrap her legs and forelegs around him.

The bed started to rock and creak as his thrusting became harder. "Ah! M-Milon!" Applejack couldn't have imagined that it would feel so good. She moaned out loud each time his cock slammed into her, spreading pleasure throughout her body, her moans mixed with the moans and the grunts of pleasure from her lover.
"Ahh! Harder! Yes!"

Milon shoved his cock even harder into her and let out a long heaving moan as the tip of his cock slammed into her cervix again. He leaned down and kissed her, their saliva mixing when their tongues wrestled in the dance of love.

Applejack wrapped her hind legs around him again, wanting to keep them there even though they kept slipping down, moaning in rhythm with the beds creaks and Milons thrusts. "Ah! Ohh! Yes! Milon! I love you! Ahh, never stop! Please, never stop!"

Milon didn't respond with anything more than a grunt that sounded like never! He moaned and kept at his pace, Applejack's juices dripping from her pussy onto his cock and down on the bed, creating wet stains on the hay mattress. As his cock repeatedly slammed into her cervix, Applejack felt her orgasm build up, so did her moans.

They grew louder and louder until she finally got over the edge and screamed out in pleasure as she came, her pussy clamping down tightly around Milon's cock. If she tired to say anything, it didn't come out audible, she let out loud squeals as her legs kicked weakly in the air.

Milon started to groan, his had cock started to throb and pulsate, he was close to realse himself, and his speed automatically picked up from this.

He tensed up and pushed himself as deep he could get as he came. Applejack squealed and her body shivered with each spurt of cum that shot into her womb. She wanted this, more than anything she ever wanted before, it finally happened, his seed was inside her.

They both breathed heavily, the heat inside the tent were like steam, lingering in the air, clinging to the pairs sweaty bodies. They looked at each other, still panting. They shared a soft, loving kiss, basking in the afterglow of this moment of love.

Milon smiled, with that look in his eyes that revealed he had something going on.

"What are you up to now, love?" Applejack smiled back.

Milon smirked. "Ready for another round?"

The last thing you could hear from inside the tent after that were Applejack letting out more soft moans.

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A few weeks later.

It was a sunny day, everything was as it used to be. The birds were singing, the soldiers were at work in the Myrmidon camp, nothing was out of the ordinary.

Still, something was in the air, Milon could feel it, and it made him lose his focus slightly. He didn't know why, but this was the same feeling that had saved his life in past times. He walked around in the camp, checking everything just to make sure. The kitchen tents, the armoury, the forge, the soldiers training. Everything was normal, but he could not ignore or shake off the uneasy feeling.

"GENERAL!" He heard someone call for him, it was one of the soldiers on guard over the gate,"Two of the kings officers are arriving!" Milon looked out of the gate and saw two men, wearing plumed helmets followed by a small group of soldiers.

"What the hell?" He gasped then turned around. " Soldiers, be on guard!"