19th January 1882. 2300

(WARNING: SEXUAL ACTIVITY IN THIS CHAPTER. You can read this chapter at your own risk, or you can skip to the next chapter if you'd prefer.)

The time passes faster than Twilight would like. She spends each day out on the ranges with Rainbow Dash getting her eye in on her rifle and pistol, becoming more proficient with each passing day. Twilight is spending as much time as she can get upon the range until the heat becomes dangerous, at which point she goes inside to return to her books and to her studies about the Khanate and its customs. She’s well aware of the deficit of knowledge that she needs to make up about this strange foreign country that she has found herself in. She doesn't wish to make the situation worse by committing some kind of faux pas.

Reading books is not promising. The Khans are a warlike culture and always have been. They have been at war for large portions of their history, either with someone else or with each other. It is only in recent times, with them running into the Valorossiyans in the north and the Equestrians in the west, that the Khanate has run into any serious opposition. The current Khanate model of government is a highly conservative theocracy that has been in power for ten years, making it one of the longer running modes of government. Twilight finds that rather difficult to reconcile with the eternal reign of Princess Celestia and Luna, but to each their own. The leader of the latest revolution is still alive and well, Shah Khalid Al-Sayed. A wily and dangerous old cat, he has proven to be one of the Khanate’s more effective leaders, playing various power blocs against each other whilst maintaining the image of a cat who is in touch with the common people.

However, all that was starting to unravel according to the most recent reports from the Equestrian Embassy in the Khanate. Khalid had won and maintained power on the basis of promises to allow more profits from the Khanate’s primary exports to trickle down into the hands of the middle to lower classes, as opposed to being consolidated in the hands of a few wealthy Sheikhs, as was the case beforehand. However that had failed to materialize and so the lower classes had started taking out their frustrations in demonstrations which turned into riots that had been brutally put down, at which point several members of the Holy Council had turned around and made statements blaming Equestrian expansionism, citing the growth of the Equestrian Navy and recently enacted import tariffs. That was a matter of days before the Khanate closed their borders and the attack on the Embassy occurred.

One evening, ten days into her stay, Twilight is silently perusing these documents and trying to work out how she’s going to make this work. It’s frustrating because she has practically no information about what’s going on in the Khanate. Diplomatic Incident has not gotten into contact with her and Twilight is beginning to worry about her friend and mentor. She knows that should she return empty handed then there will be no real alternative to war, and Twilight is anxious to prevent that.

Twilight drags her thoughts back to the present. That’s the problem with paperwork, it’s so mind numbingly dull that the mind starts to wander onto other tangents, which has been reflected in the drawing of her quill. What had been a rather long winded paragraph about Sheikh Rashid Mahsoud’s love of cake and how this could perhaps open a few doors should Princess Celestia’s baker take on a few extra orders has turned into an image of Rainbow Dash’s rather shapely behind. Not that Twilight has been thinking about Rainbow Dash’s backside much at all. Of course not.

Twilight sighs, kicking back from her desk and leaping to her feet. It’s been very difficult for her to think of much else lately when she hasn't been shooting or poring through tired old books, though even then her mind wanders at times. Twilight closes her eyes, even as familiar stirrings between her legs wash over her.

I shall not allow myself to be driven by my hormones. She tells herself, for the thousandth time Rainbow Dash is a friend, an old friend who I have not seen in a while and nothing more. She used to be my very special somebody, and admittedly we did... copulate. The very word sends a shiver down Twilight’s spine, loaded with memories as it is. Not altogether unpleasant memories at that.

Lying back in a bed of clouds, my legs in the air and my whole world feeling like it’s about to burst. My chest is heaving as I bite the pillow between my teeth. The urge to scream to the heavens is overwhelming as that tongue slowly traces its way down -oh god.

Twilight feels another familiar stirring between her legs and she firmly crosses her legs.

I will not allow myself to be distracted, this is important!

The quill has other ideas, traipsing slowly across the page it starts to draw an outline that Twilight has committed very firmly to memory.

The pebbled flesh of her nipple in between my teeth, the soft whisper of her moans driving me onwards, her fingers curling in my hair as she coos my name and entreats me to move lower.

Twilight grabs the quill and pins it down before it can continue to draw a very accurate depiction of Rainbow Dash’s boobs. The quill struggles beneath her fingers for a second before it goes still.

Twilight sighs, rising to her feet. She needs a shower, preferably a nice cold one to clear her head. This heat is obviously beginning to get to her and interfere with her clarity of judgement. Twilight grabs a towel and heads out, turning down the corridor and wandering down the corridor of the married officers’ quarters to the communal shower block. Fortunately at this point it’s deserted, as the majority of officers in this block come from Third Company, which is currently away on exercise. Twilight walks into the shower room, which is like most Legion facilities, basic. A square adobe room with a drain in the middle and twenty shower-heads and taps built into the wall, it’s lit by oil lamps behind glass shields. Privacy is certainly one of the things that isn’t afforded by such an arrangement. However as a sign by the door proclaims, this is the Legion and if you’re insecure about other men checking your junk then you obviously got lost on the way to civvie street.

Twilight’s not sure exactly where civvie street is, but she’s sure that it’s a long way from here. She shrugs out of the lightweight robes, trying to ignore the feeling of self-consciousness that ripples through her. She’s used to showering in en-suite quarters, and even after ten days here, she’s still a little wary of showering in a communal shower area, even if it’s empty.

Twilight’s bra comes off next, along with her underpants. As she steps out of these, Twilight glances down and for the first time she notices the first very subtle striations of muscle across her belly and legs. Evidently this Legion lifestyle is doing her good, although a quick mirror incantation tells her that her bum is as big and round as ever. Evidently more physical training is needed. Twilight sighs gently, cursing the day she moved to Canterlot Castle and its well stocked kitchens. Princess Celestia might be able to eat whatever she wants whenever she wants but Princess Celestia is a law unto herself. She stands beneath the shower-head and snaps her fingers, her magic summoning the cold water out of nothingness as opposed to draining the fort’s water reserves. Twilight groans as the icy water hammers down upon her shoulders and her wings. She allows herself to stand there for a moment, enveloped in blessed coolness after another brutally hot day.

Twilight allows herself to stand beneath the pounding shower for a moment, losing herself in the flow of water. Thoughts flow around her ankles, teasing at the edges of her consciousness. Wet azure feathers in my hands as I grip her wings tightly, feeling them shudder beneath my palms as they fight to unfold themselves in the cramped shower, whilst my own wings struggle against Rainbow Dash’s vicelike grip. Warm water pounds down upon our heads as our lips meet in furious kisses. Our tongues meet in a frantic twirling dance as we gasp for breath, her bare body pressed close against mine.

Twilight opens her eyes as the memory washes over her, a fire burning between her legs. Previously a cold shower has always worked wonders for curbing her Urges beforehand. However now, it doesn’t seem to be working quite so well. Twilight licks her lips and glances at the door, before guiltily bringing a hand up to gently massage her breast.

This isn’t illegal. Twilight reassures herself as she leans against the wall, bracing herself with one outstretched hand as the water pounds upon her wings. I mean, even Princesses need stress relief once in a while, this isn’t wrong. This is me keeping focus.

Twilight’s hand massages her breast, gently kneading the small lump of flesh before moving to the nipple and gently tugging on that small erect nub. A spark of pleasure dances across the back of Twilight’s eyelids and she moans gently as her eyelids flutter closed. She gently teases her nipple for a few seconds, before her hand slowly traces its way down her belly, moving slowly to build up the anticipation. Twilight can smell her own need filling the air. Her fingers make their way down to her her waiting slot and slowly they begin to move in gentle teasing strokes up and down the length of her slit. Each slow stroke sends a shiver down her spine as a flush spreads across her face.

Images dance across her eyes, images of Rainbow Dash kissing her, hugging her, making love to her. Twilight’s slow rhythm accelerates as she massages herself, losing herself in a whirlwind of bliss. Her hand continues to strike a gentle rhythm of pleasure. A low moan drips from her mouth as she gasps for breath, her fingers starting to pick up the pace, stimulating the velvety folds of her womanhood. Each movement drives her further towards climax. Whilst this is nothing on having someone actually with you, this does nicely enough thank you very much. Her shoulders heave and her body quivers with need as her fingers slide between her lips and into her womanhood.
“Oh sweet Celestiaaaaahhh ... that’s amazing” She whispers, lost in her fantasy.

Twilight’s moans grow steadily as she pushes a second questing finger in to join the first. Her fingers move in perfect concert, hunting all the secret little spots that Twilight has discovered and searching hungrily for more. Each time Twilight strokes another sweet spot she yelps as her fingers move faster in and out as Twilight feels her pleasure intensify with each passing moment. Her legs quiver as she rocks her hips, trying to draw her fingers deeper. However she can feel her climax building with each passing moment.

In her mind’s eye, it is not her own fingers doing this but those of another. Rainbow Dash’s expert ministrations dance across her skin in steady strokes, deep inside her. Twilight’s fingers continue to stimulate her and Twilight can feel the first gentle pulses of approaching climax. Her rhythm increases, her pace becomes irregular even as she gasps for breath. Bright lights dance across her eyelids even as her chest heaves. Her climax draws nearer with every movement, and Twilight can feel the dull heat building and building inexorably. She cannot stop and doesn't want to stop. Each stroke draws her thumb across her clitoris, making her moan all the louder as she writhes in paroxysms of ecstasy.

Finally it hits with the force of a freight train, Twilight’s body judders and she lets out a gasp that becomes a shout of pleasure as she hits her climax. Her knees quake and her eyelids shiver, then her knees give out from under her and she collapses to the shower floor, writhing as she rides out her titanic orgasm. Her back arches and her hips roll even as she pulls her hand away, slick with water and love juices as it is.

One word crosses Twilight’s lips.
“Rainbow,” She gasps as she climaxes.

Her eyes slowly open a few seconds later. She doesn't want to move and her legs feel like jelly, in fact her whole body feels limp and unresponsive, twitching gently in absolute bliss.
“That.... that felt good... it’s been too long.” Twilight whispers after a moment to catch her breath. The scent of want is still heavy in the air, her body is still shivering gently from the aftershocks that still pulse their way up and down her body.

She slowly picks herself up, shakes her wings off and reaches for her towel, the warm afterglow still pulsing gently through her body. Toweling herself down, she turns and heads for her room, content with the knowledge that she will be able to actually get some work done.