Clash of the Legends

"Come on, Lieutenant!" Luna yelled backwards to Scorch-Mane, still clutching his chest as they both galloped as fast as they could away from the army. The clones had finally found them. Scorch had no time to explain when Luna first saw them all, and simply told her to run. The only reason they had to run was because of a roadblock the clones had erected using some fallen logs. The jeep had skidded to a halt, and they had to run as far away as they could. HitMane was leading the group, and his ruthless efficiency was matched only by his sadistic ways of removing captured opponents. Luna was too -cough- young to die, so she dragged the original Scorch out of his unconcious state and into the darkness. The lieutenant was slowly rebuilding his strength, but without a weapon he was powerless.

"Slow down!" he wheezed back at her, stumbling over the odd rock. And when he finally did catch up to Luna, she stopped and turned herself invisible, smiling as she did it, and allowed Scorch-Mane to be surrounded. Clones charged in from left and right, securing the zone whilst they waited for their boss to arrive.

"We got ya." Mocking Scorch laughed, aiming a crossbow at him. The travels of the army had gathered weapons and supplies from all around.

"Hmm hmm." Mumble-Mane grunted. "Boss here."

"What? 'Bsshrrr...'?" Mocking replied. "What, fat got your to-SIR!" he yelled the moment the smartly dressed clone arrived. The boots were polished so much that there was next to no iron left on them, his helmet crest was slicked back in an almost fij like way, and the chestpiece had been replaced by a sharp black tuxedo.

"Right." he muttered. "Let's sort you out." HitMane motioned for two clones to restrain the original, who was suddenly slammed to the forest floor, held in place by a powerful deep red aura. No matter how much he tried, he was no match for double strength magic. HitMane levitated a scalpel from seemingly nowhere. "Can't have loose ends." he smiled. The scalpel slowly approached original Scorch, gently running the tip along his throat. "Psycho will be so pi-" HitMane was cut off by a loud crack as an unidentified force smacked him in the back of the helmet. After a few seconds of stuttering and clutching his head, the smartly dressed pony smacked to the floor, a crimson pool forming around his snout. A few seconds of confused muttering occured before Mumble was given the same treatment, then came Mocking, then the rest. Eventually, the small clearing was filled with dead bodies, all lying clutching their heads with the look of confusion forever plastered on their faces.

"What...the buck..." Scorch began to say as he got up amid the pile of bodies. A sudden tapping on his armor caused him to turn and come snout-to-snout with Luna, still smiling. Her tealy-blue eyes stared deeply into Scorch's, momentarily entrancing him before he shook his head and cleared his throat, blushing furiously.

"Th-thanks. Ahem. It's not, er, like I needed your help. I, could have, uh, dealt with..." he trailed off, his eyes catching the princesses and he carried on staring. Every bone in his aging body told him 'It's a trap!' and 'That's no moon!', but he couldn't hear the desperate squidheaded cries. He couldn't help but be lost in her deep dark irises. "...Oh. Ma'am? What are you doing?" The princess continued her barrage of mind stopping staring. Her image suddenly wavered, snapping Scorch-Mane out of it. "Wait, what the bu-Ooooohh..." A sudden circular movement on his back stopped him where he was. He could do nothing except feel the rubbing. Luna had him like a dog; willing to do whatever she told him was right. Her smile increased in size. At this rate, she could make him permanently join their team! Scorch-Mane closed his eyes, allowing the sensation to wash over his whole body. He had no clue why she was doing this, but right now, he didn't care. A warm breath on his neck suddenly pricked his ears up.

"Come on. Let's go find shelter." Luna purred in his ear. He submissively nodded, gently opening his eyes to see where they could sleep. Luna giggled. He was unaware that she could potentially use him as a personal guard after this was all over. One hour of massages and boom, instant slave.

"Found somewhere." Scorch broke her thought process. Luna looked and he was right; a small cave was ideal shelter. And they had found it just in time: thunder rumbled through the skie and rain could be heard approaching their position. Both darted into the cave, Luna shook her blue fur and spattered water everywhere. Scorch-Mane laughed, staggering back defensively, when his hoof impacted something wooden. A loud clunk signalled that it was hollow, and to both ponies' delight it was a chest, containing: one large blanket, a crossbow with attached taser, one knockout gas grenade, 20 bolts, firestaryinv materials, and water. Luna pushed Scorch-Mane out of the way playfully, lighting her horn and taking the fire equipment. Sure enough after 10 minutes, the fire was roaring and both were huddled underneath the blanket.

"Not cold?" Luna asked shivering, "I am. Even for me, this is cold." A part of Scorch suddenly turned back on, one that had been gathering dust for years: Love.

"Well," he muttered, "how can I be cold when I'm right next to somepony as hot as you?" Luna blushed and looked away.

"Oh, you don't mean that..." she giggled.

"Of course I do. You're hotter than Celestia, and she's a sun goddess." Luna blushed further.

"Stop it..." Luna muttered.

"What?" Scorch joked. "Massage? Ok then..." He moved his hooves around Luna's back, being careful not to touch her wings, and began to replicate what Luna had done to him many times.

"Don't..." Luna was getting quieter as she got more relaxed. Scorch was going to enjoy this. According to some Lunar Guards who accidentally tapped her wings with a spear, Luna has very, very sensitive wings. Luckily, they had left their helmets in the car, so nopony would see this. He slowly moved his hooves upwards, teasing her on his way up, to which Luna could only squirm uncontrollably. Eventually, he reached the wingbase. He stopped there, if only to allow Luna some time to prepare, before leaning in to her ear and whispering, "Hold onto your plot." he nibbled her ear for a second, giving her a moment, before he finally began to rub the bottom of her wings. Faster and faster, until Luna was practically on the floor with pleasure. He allowed it subside for her, before finally asking, "Your turn?" Luna could only smile at him. Her mind was extremely scrambled, she had no idea what she felt fir this stallion, and certainly no clue of what to do with him after the event. She simply settled on 'Figure it out later' before tugging him down to the stone floor with her large wings. She held onto him closely, her eyes locking with his before she finally knew what to do.

"Lieutenant?" she asked innocently.

"Ma'am?" he replied.

"Team Change: Scorch-Mane." she purred. Scorch-Mane immediately fell out of his mind, blacking out before returning with a sudden energy burst, catching Luna unaware. His lips locked with hers, and they began a mouth war.