"Behind Enemy Lines (Moon x Twi - Lewd)"
By JeffMango (https://pastebin.com/u/JeffMango)

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Created on: Saturday 30th of September 2017 01:15:21 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 10:46:08 PM UTC


>You duck beneath the curve of the hill as the alien androids begin to advance out from the treeline
>Glowing green and chittering, they glide across the grass on dozens of spindly limps, pinching the air with deadly claws
“Moon!  On your right!”
>You pop out from behind the hill, snapping off a few well-placed shots from your laser-rifle
>The bolts of blistering light scythe through the androids’ shields easily, splitting their bodies in half
>Howling in mechanical pain, they crumple to the ground
>But for every one you kill, two more step up to take its place, their emerald eyes boring into you with pure hate
>”R-r-roger!” Moondancer replies
>Her stutter is even worse in the heat of combat
>She ducks out from behind the hill, braving the hail of deadly alien rayguns
>”T-t-take this, you s-s-space m-monsters!”
>She lets fly with her own laser rifle, sending a barrage of shots into the monsters’ front ranks
>The androids begin to falter; Moondancer is killing them faster than they can advance!
>And then, with a rumbling report that makes your teeth ache, the huge form of an Alien Overlord pushes its way through the trees, tearing the trunks away from itself like they’re troublesome twigs
>It’s huge, easily twenty times your size, and its titanic metal body is covered in hundreds of metal appendages, all of them bearing deadly claws, laser nets, missiles, or worse
“Take cover!”
>You jump behind the hill as the first barrage hits, blasting craters into the earth
“Use the grenade!”
>”B-but… w-w-what if I m-miss?”
“You won’t miss!  Just believe in yourself, Moon!  You just gotta trust yourself!”
>”I… I c-c-can’t!  I won’t b-b-be able to make it!”
“Give it to me then!”
>You grab the grenade from Moondancer’s hands, then pop out from behind cover, ready to lob it directly into the creature’s head…

>”Ms. Sparkle!  What did I tell you about throwing rocks during recess!?”
>Ms. Harshwhinny’s voice has that rare quality of being able to cut through the noise-slush of a gradeschool playground, reaching all the way to you from fifteen meters away
>You immediately drop the stone, bowing your head in embarrassment as Harshwhinny walks towards you
“Sorry, Ms. H.”
>”Just don’t do it again.”
>She gestures towards the baseball fields, where the more-athletic and much-more-well-liked kids are sprinting through the dust
>”Why don’t you go play kickball with Rainbow Dash?”
>Because if you do, she’ll threaten to break your glasses again
“I don’t want to.”
>”Well, I have no problem with you playing pretend, if that’s what you want to do.  Just don’t throw any more rocks, okay?  You could hurt someone.  And stay where I can see you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
>You kick at the dust as you and Moondancer walk away from your teacher
>Between the school and the athletic fields, a trench about four or five feet deep’s been dug into the earth to serve as shelter for the multiple industrial-size AC units that keep the place cold
>It’s dirty and private, and hardly anybody goes here
>You and Moondancer sit together between two of the AC units, shoulders pressed together in order to fit into the tiny space
>It’s cramped, but you like having her close to you
>She’s comfy, and her sweater makes her extra soft
>Still, that doesn’t do too much to distract from how much your school sucks
“Man.  This place is no fun.”
>”Y-yeah…”
>Moondancer draws a stick figure in the dirt
>You add a lightsaber to it, and then she draws some stormtroopers for it to kill
>”I w-w-wish they’d l-let us just s-stay inside and read, if they w-w-won’t let us do anything f-f-fun.”
>She gulps, slightly out of breath from stuttering, and from the excitement of your game earlier
“I know, right?  Ugh, it’s so stupid.”
>You draw a TIE fighter, and then have it obliterate the poor Jedi knight
“Did you bring any cards?”
>Moondancer shakes her head
>”M-m-my sister took them, and I d-don’t know where she h-h-hid them.”
“Bleh.  She’s so awful.”
>”It’s n-not her fault.  Mom says she j-j-just feels bad right now.  She says I’ll g-g-get it when I’m older.”
“Sounds stupid.”
>”Y-yeah… I k-kinda don’t like being around her w-w-w-when she’s l-like this… I m-miss when she was nice…”
>Moondancer curls up, tucking her knees against her chest
>”I d-d-don’t want to have to d-d-deal with her tonight…”
>Immediately, an idea clicks in your brain
>You grab Moondancer by the shoulders
“You should spent the night!”
>”Are you s-sure?  Your parents are usually…”
“They’re not gonna be home!  Cadance is babysitting me tonight.  We can watch movies, and you can borrow some of my cards if you wanna play.”
>Moondancer’s face brightens at that
“Plus, we can play whatever we want!  Cadance lets me do anything!”

>Your parents leave at a little after four, right as Cadance shows up
>As always, Shining Armor gets all flustered in his attempts to play it cool when he sees her; it’s so stupid how he thinks nobody notices his blatantly obvious crush
>He says an awkward hello to her, and you can see her blushing when she responds
>Ugh, teenagers can be *so* gross
>When they finally leave, Cadance drops her backpack on the floor and turns to you
>”Hey, Twi!”
>She wraps you in a hug, as always
>You hug her back; she’s *so* much cooler than your parents
“Hey, Cady!  What’d you bring?”
>You immediately go to her backpack, opening it and digging inside
>There’s a couple TMNT DVD’s, a Scrabble set, and a box of Pizza Rolls
>”Dinner, games, and a show.  Just like always!”
>She pats your back, and you can’t resist giving her another hug
”You’re the best!”
>”Ha!”
>When she laughs, you feel yourself getting all giddy
>”Don’t worry, I know.  So, what do you want to do fir—“
>She’s cut off by the doorbell ringing
>When she opens it, Moondancer is standing there, looking tiny and nervous in her oversized sweater
>”H-h-h-h-hey, I, uh… c-c-can’ Twilight… my n-n-name is Moondancer, I m-mean, can T-T-T-Twilight p-play?”
>Cadance looks at her, confused, and then back at you
“I invited her over.”
>”Huh.  Are your parents cool with this?”
“Yep!”
>Cadance shrugs
>”Well, alright.  You two just behave yourselves, alright?  I wonder if your parents will pay me double…”

>She heads into the kitchen, and you and Moondancer trail along behind her
>Your friend is practically buzzing with excitement; aside from one time almost a year ago when her house flooded, she hasn’t really been to any sleepovers
>Cadance heats up some dinner for the two of you, which you load onto plastic plates and carry into the living room to watch some Ninja Turtles
>Moondancer hums along to the theme song
>Cadance stretches out along the couch behind you, occasionally glancing at the TV
>Mostly, though, she’s engrossed in her phone
“Cady?”
>”Hmm?”
“Are you alright if me and Moondancer go play outside?”
>She glances out the window
>”Nah.  Sorry Twi, it’s dark out.  Let’s just stay inside, alright?”
>She glances at the phone again, frowning
>”Actually… a friend of mine wants to come over.”
“Over here?  What friend?”
>”Someone you… haven’t met before.  She’s a friend of mine from high school.”
“High school?” you ask with something approaching reverence
>”Yep.  A really good friend who I… haven’t seen in a while.”
>She sits up on the couch
>Even though she’s looking right at the two of you, she can’t seem to meet your eyes
>”Here’s the deal: you two can play outside.  But you have to stay in the backyard, okay?  If you hop the fence, I’m gonna call your parents.”
“Okay!  Thanks, Cady!”
>You give Cadance a quick thank-you hug, and then you and Moondancer sprint outside, heading towards the fence

***

>The alien fortress towers over you, the parapets and crystalized windows shimmering with deadly green light
>You dart from shadow to shadow, keeping low so that the roving sentries don’t spot you
>One of them lopes past, striding on coiled metal tentacles
>Glancing of your shoulder, you wave for Moondancer to advance
>She jumps out from behind a row of shrubs and creeps over to your position
>Her laser rifle’s clutched against her chest, ready to blast any alien intervention into atomized slag
“Captain Moondancer?”
>”I’m an arch a-a-admiral now.”
“Right.  Arch Admiral Moondancer?”
>”Y-yes ma’am?”
“What do you have to report?”
>”N-nothing yet, ma’am.  The b-b-bug’s defenses are r-r-r-really well organized.  I c-c-can’t find a weakness.”
>Somewhere inside the fortress, you hear voices
>Two shadows pass by one of the glowing windows, their alien forms moving with dark purpose
“New mission.  It looks like the bugs are having an important meeting.”
>”Y-y-you think?”
“Yeah.  We’re gonna get the drop on ‘em!  We’ll figure out what their plans are, and bam!”
>You smack your fist into your hand to emphasize the surefire success your plan
>Moondancer nods
>”Right!  L-let’s g-g-g-go!”

>Together, the two of you creep towards the fortress’s back entrance
>”D-d-do you have a key?”
“Of course.”
>You open the door as silently as possible, and the two of you slip inside
>The fortress is eerily silent, aside from the voices coming from a central chamber on your right
>You peek your head around the kitchen doorway, scanning the room
>Cadance is sitting on the couch, talking to a tall, gaunt girl you don’t recognize
>The girl’s hair is a deep green, and she’s dressed in leather and torn stockings
>She… she looks awesome!
>Wait, wait, no, you mean that she looks like an *evil alien bug-queen*
>You turn around to Moondancer, forcing your face to look serious as you whisper to her
“The bug rulers are in there!  They’re planning an invasion!”
>”Oh no…”
“We need to follow them, then radio the president.  We’ll stop this invasion before it can even happen.”
>”R-right.  I’m r-r-right behind you.”
>You peek around the corner again
>Cadance and the Alien Queen girl are sitting really close together on the couch
>And they’re… holding hands?
>That’s kinda weird…
>But, come to think of it, you used to hold hands with Moondancer while the two of you walked to school
>You thought it was something too kiddy for highschool girls to do, but…
>Maybe Cadance is just that cool?
>The two girls have their heads bowed close together, whispering together
>”Come on, Cady.  You’ve got the whole house to yourself!  I can make it quick~”
>The girl’s voice is really smooth and grown-up sounding, and she keeps smacking her lips after her words
>”There’s kids outside, Chryssi.  I don’t wanna, you know… get caught…”
>The bug-queen girl raises her hand up to Cadance’s face, petting her cheek like your mom does to you sometimes
>Is that a thing highschool girls do too?
>”Isn’t that the fun part?”
>”I mean…”
>”Remember that time in the Home Ec room?  You liked that, right?”
>”Yeah, but… whoa…”
>You can’t see where the bug-girl’s hand is, but Cadance makes a weird gasping sound
>”C-Chryssi, chill out…”
>”Come on.  It’s been so long~”
>”I know.  It has.”
>”I know you want this.  I can feel how wet you are…”
>That’s weird, you don’t remember Cadance taking a shower
>Maybe she had a quick one while you were outside?
>”G-guh…”
>Cadance sucks in her breath, and wraps the other girl in a weird hug
>”I do, but…”
>”But what?”
>”I think it’s time… I think it’s time we stop doing this.  And start, you know, thinking about boys instead.”
>”Boys?”
>The bug-girl sighs
>”But I don’t want boys.  Come on, Cady.  I want you.”
>You bristle a little when bug-girl uses Cadance’s nickname
>Behind you, Moondancer pokes your shoulder
>”T-Twi?  What’s going on?”
“Shhh.  I’m listening to their plans.”
>”What are they s-s-saying?”
“I’ll tell you in a moment.”
>You creep slightly closer, crouching behind a dresser in the corner of the living room
>Cadance doesn’t say anything, which makes bug-girl look sad
>”So that’s how it is, huh?  Soon as someone else comes along, I’m just not worth the effort.”
>”You are worth the effort!  It’s just… this isn’t right.  I want to have a family, Chryssi.  And we…”
>”Can’t?”
>”Yeah.”
>Bug-girl hangs her head
>For a moment, you get a glimpse of her face
>Her eyes are ringed with deep green mascara, and her lips are a weird bluish color
>Plus, she looks like she’s about to cry
>”It’s that Shining Armor guy, isn’t it?”
>Cadance is silence for a moment longer, and then:
>”Yes.  It’s him.”
>Bug-girl gulps, biting her lip
>”So it’s… it’s not happening again, huh?”
>Cadance clenches her hands together, her forehead furrowing in the same way it does when she’s studying something particularly hard
>”Maybe… one more time.”
>”You mean it!?”
>Bug-girl coughs, calming herself down
>”Like, for real?  You want to?”
>”I do, Chryssi, but… this is the last time.  It has to be.”
>Bug-girl’s enthusiasm fades a bit
>She sinks back in the couch, staring at the floor
>”Yeah.  Last time.  Right.”
>Moondancer tugs on your sleeve
>”W-what’s going on?”
“Upstairs.  I’ll tell you.”

>You honestly can’t get away from the two of them fast enough
>For some reason, you feel really, really bad
>There’s a sadness you can’t explain lurking in your chest, seeming to weigh the entirety of your tiny body down with its bleak 
>You and Moondancer sneak away from the living room, tiptoeing up the stairs into your parents’ room
>The closet is big enough for both of you to fit inside, so you and Moondancer huddle inside the tiny, cramped room, surrounded by your dad’s suits, your mom’s dresses, and more pairs of shoes than you can count
>It’s so cramped that she’s practically sitting in your lap; not that you mind, of course
>She’s super light, and the giant sweater she wears makes it more like being squashed by a giant pillow instead of another girl
>”S-so?  What’d you learn?”
“The bugs are, uh…”
>You honestly forgot all about the game
“They’re planning to attack at, uh…”
>You hear a creak as the door to your parents’ bedroom opens
>It’s too dark to see Moondancer’s face, but the sudden taught-ness in her body tells you that she’s as startled as you are
>”W-w-w-who…”
“It’s Cadance!  What’s she doing in…”
>You hear the groaning of bedsprings as two bodies lay down on your parents’ bed
“What are they doing?”
>You wriggle out from under Moondancer, placing your face against the crack between the door and its frame
>There’s just enough space for you to see the bedroom, and the two girls currently occupying the bed
>Cadance is lying stretched out along the mattress, with Chryssi kneeling next to her
>”You’re sure this is the last time?”
>”Yes, Chryssi.”
>The bug-girl lets out an annoyed sigh
>”Alright, alright.  We’ll… we’ll make it good, I guess.”
>She turns away from Cadance; it’s hard to see her face well, but she looks annoyed
>Cadance sits up behind her, wrapping the bug-girl in a hug from behind
>”Hey.  Don’t be mad, alright?  You’ll find someone else, Chrysalis.  I promise.”
>”Yeah…”
>”And hey, we can make the most of this while we’ve got it, okay?”
>Chryssi sighs, turning her face towards Cadance
>”Yeah.  I guess that sounds okay…”
>And then the two of them kiss
>But not on the cheek, like your mom kisses you, or like you kissed Moondancer when she gave you a Mistress Marevelous figure for your birthday
>They kiss  each other on the mouth, like boyfriends and girlfriends do
>”H-h-hey, lemme see…”
>Moondancer pushes up next to you, squishing her cheek against yours so that the two of you can both watch
>”T-t-they’re k-kissing?”
“Yeah…”
>”C-can they do that?  They’re b-b-b-both girls…”
“I dunno… maybe when you’re a teenager, you’re allowed to…?”
>Cadance pushes Chrysalis backwards onto the bed, laying on top of her
>They keep kissing, much longer than your parents do
>Chrysalis opens her mouth, and you see that the two of them are rubbing their tongues together
>”W-w-whoa…”
“What are they doing?”
>”My s-s-s-sister told me about t-that… she says it’s g-grown up kissing…”
“Weird…”
>On the bed, Chrysalis and Cadance wrap their arms around each other, rolling together in a heap
>It looks almost like how you and Moondancer wrestle, except they’re kissing
>You’re suddenly aware of how close your friend is to you
>Are you going to have to kiss her when you get older?
>Is this a thing that highschool friends do?
>Your and Moondancer’s eyes go wide when Cadance’s hand slips under Chrysalis’s shirt
>”S-s-she’s touching her…”
“I know.  Shhh.”
>Both girls find their hands in each other’s clothes, pulling them up and over their heads
>Next to you, you can feel Moondancer twitching as both girls bare their naked chests to each other
>”They c-c-can’t… that’s s-s-so…”
>On the bed, Chrysalis and Cadance fall together again, hands stroking along each other’s bare skin as they head for the waistbands of Cadance’s sweat pants and Chryaslis’s tights
>Both sets of leggings come off, followed by two different pairs of panties
>A weird, numbed buzzing has filled the back of your head
>Your face burns with guilt, but you can’t make yourself look away
>Cadance, now completely naked, lays on top of Chrysalis, spreading her legs so that her private-parts end up on the other girl’s stomach
>They’re kissing again, still doing the tongue thing, and occasionally pausing to lick each other’s faces
>Moondancer’s hand clutches around yours
>”T-T-T-Twi?”
“Yeah?”
>”I f-f-feel really, really w-weird…”
>You turn to face Moondancer
>Even in the dim light of the closet, you can still see that she’s blushing
“Yeah, me too…”
>You touch Moondancer’s face the same way Cadance was touching her friend earlier
>It feels so, *so* weird
>You shouldn’t do this with friends, right?
>But Cadance and her friend are doing it…
>Your eyes are drawn down towards Moondancer’s mouth
>Come to think of it, you’ve never kissed anyone before
>What’s it like?
>Moondancer reaches the same conclusion you do at the exact time
>Awkwardly, the two of you bump your mouths together in the shortest, most awkward kiss possible
>She blinks rapids, panting rapidly as her asthma starts to act up
>”S-sorry…”
“Shhh…”
>You hold her face and kiss her again, longer this time
>You even try to do the tongue thing the others were doing, and lick the inside of Moondancer’s mouth
>It tastes weird, and the feeling makes your cheeks tingle
“Whoa…”
>”N-nuh…”
>Moondancer goes for the kiss this time, awkwardly probing the inside of your mouth with your tongue
>Now that the weirdness has worn off, it feels… nice
>You pull her back into your lap, squeezing her while you kiss
>She breaks away just long enough to give your cheek a quick, nervous lick, coating it in warm spit
>”C-c-can I t-take my sweater off?”
“Yeah!  I mean, if you want… go ahead…
>It’s more than a little difficult in the tiny space, but you help Moondancer get her favorite garment off
>Beneath it, she’s wearing only a plain white t-shirt
>She starts to take it off too, but she’s interrupted by a squeal from outside the closet
>Both of you press your faces against the door again
>Cadance is lying on her back, still naked, with her legs spread
>Chrysalis is kneeling in front of her, with her head between your babysitter’s thighs
>A soft slurping noise permeates the roam, barely audible through Cadance’s moaning
>”Is s-s-she… is she l-l-licking her…”
“No way.  That’s so gross!”
>”Y-y-yeah, but… it l-looks like she r-r-really likes it…”
>Chrysalis shoves Cadance back onto the bed, aggressively, squeezing Cadance’s butt while she licks along your babysitter’s body
“Whoa…”
>You look back at Moondancer again
>She’s panting heavily now, and already has her shirt halfway off
>You help get it the rest of the way, leaving her flat, pale chest exposed to the closet’s low light
>She goes for your shirt next, tangling slightly in the piles of garments hanging around you as she helps you undress
>You pull off your shorts and panties, tossing them aside, and she does the same
>The two of you embrace, awkwardly rubbing your naked bodies together
>You have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, but the smoothness, the closeness, of her lithe body against yours makes the buzzing in your head increase tenfold
>Just like Cadance, you spread your legs, letting Moondancer rub against you
>It tickles, making little shudders run through your body
>Inside the closet, it’s too dark to tell what part of Moondancer you’re touching; but your hands find a way to every smooth, skinny curve of your friend’s body
>Moondancer whimpers in delight, sticking out your tongue to lick any part of your body she can reach
>You lean backwards, adjust yourself into a position where you can spread your legs, then you push her head down towards your vagina
>To your relief, Moondancer obeys, licking your chest, stomach, and hips on her way down
>But when her tongue meets your privates, you thrash as the slimey-wet bizarreness of the sensation crashes into your brain
“G-guh… M-M-M-Moon, a-ah…”
>You flop back against the closet door, pushing it open just enough to see Cadance and Chrysalis on the bed
>The two of them both have their legs spread open, and they’re wrestling with their private parts touching each other
>The sight ignites a fire somewhere in you, and you feel your thighs clamping around Moondancer’s head
>She gasps, but you can’t let go
>It’s almost like you’ve lost control of your body for a moment; you convulse and writhe as something warm and electrifying spready across your skin and, despite your best efforts to contain it, a tiny bit of fluid leaks out of your vagina and onto Moondancer’s tongue
>She laps it up, sputtering
>”T-T-T-Twi, what was…”
>”Gah~!  Chryssi!”
>Cadance and Chrysalis clutch each other, gasping
>Both of them are soaked in sweat, and their chests are heaving
>You don’t feel much better than they look; your entire body is sticky with sweat and you can barely move
>Whatever Moondancer did to you, it’s left you feeling really weak and really, *really* good
>She’s trying to push your head towards her vagina, probably hoping for you to do the same to her
>For a moment, you’re too fuzzy to process what’s going on, but when you snap to it, you eagerly shove your face between her thighs
>You kinda want to know what it’s like, and how she’ll taste
>When your tongue first meets her vagina, it’s not that special
>But quickly, Moondancer starts to squirm just like you did, and you can taste weird liquid seeping out onto your tongue
>She squeezes your head between her thighs, wheezing hard
>In order to keep from crying out, she clamps a hand over her mouth, but you can feel her shuddering just like you did
>More of the weird fluids leek onto your tongue, giving you a taste of her
>They’re acidic and strange, but the smell of them drives you crazy
>Is this why the older girls do this?
>Do they want more of this feeling?
>Because, if so, you completely understand
>Your entire body feels hyper-sensitive and energized, as waves of crackling sensation spread across your skin
>You collapse against Moondancer, hugging yourself against your friends’ scrawny, naked body
>The two of you shudder together, brains reeling as you try to process what you just did
>Bedsprings groan, and you can hear that Cadance and Chrysalis are doing the same
>Disentangling yourself from Moondancer, you peak out from the closet at the two of them
>Chrysalis is sitting up now, on the edge of the bed, her head resting on her hands
>”So…”
>”Yeah.”
>”That was the last time, huh?”
>”Yeah.  I’m sorry, Chryssi.”
>”Yeah.  Just not good enough for you?”
>Chrysalis rubs her arm, staring at the floor
>”You know that’s not it.  That was amazing.  It’s always been amazing with us.  But… I think it’s time to move on.”
>”Right.  To better things.”
>She bites her tongue, standing up and beginning to slowly dress herself
>”Not better, Chrys.  Just…”
>”Just not me.  I get it.”
>She tugs on her tights quickly, pulls on her jacket, and then heads for the door
>”Thanks for the last time, I guess.  I hope… eh, whatever.”
>She ducks out of the bedroom, padding down the bedroom
>Cadance sits up in bed, curls into a ball, and rests her head on her arms
>She looks sad; a lot sadder than you’d imagine a cool girl like her could look
>For a moment, you’re tempted to run out of the closet and hug her
>But she’s naked, and your naked, and there’s a sort of hideous guilt resting on you that keeps you rooted to the spot
>After a few seconds, Cadance raises her head, her eyes wide
>”Oh shit, the kids!”
>She jumps out of the bed and begins to frantically pull on her clothes
>As soon as she’s partially dressed, she sprints out of the room, still muttering to herself, “The kids, the kids, oh shit, the kids…”

>Of course, after the two of you are dressed again, it’s pretty easy for you and Moondancer to sneak outside and pretend you’d been out there the whole time
>Cadance “finds” you and drags you back in, putting on her best “professional, flustered adult” act
>Throughout the entire ordeal, though, Moondancer’s hand stays tightly wrapped around yours
>When it comes time for bed, Cadance digs two sleeping bags out of the closet, setting up one for each of you in the living room
>She’s uncharacteristically silent throughout the entire thing, and when it comes time for her to go to bed as well, she doesn’t even hug you goodnight
>So you and Moondancer lie together, neither of you willing about what you just did
>But it hangs between you, like some sort of tacit, hovering guilt
>Dimly, somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t shake the feeling that what you did was wrong
>And when you hear Cadance crying softly upstairs, a slow, creeping fear starts to dawn on you
>That one day, you’ll be the one left alone, curled and naked on your bed, knowing you might not see Moondancer again
>It’s a terrifying inevitability, seemingly infinitely larger than your tiny body, wrapped up in a sleeping bag
>So for now, you can only squeeze your friend’s hand, hoping that she doesn’t disappear on you tomorrow, the next day, or any day to come thereafter