Title:           [Milk][Luna] Taking a Triangulation
Author:          InnWitch
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First Edit:      Monday 3rd of November 2014 09:36:54 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 3rd of November 2014 09:36:54 AM CDT

In which CADM S. O. Anonymous updates fleet movement; HRH ADM Selena Luna needs to drain her ballast tanks; and Anonymous takes a triangulation.
 
>Let's see
>VI Flotilla under COMMO Sparkle reports leaving Rabicano on the twelfth on half steam for Alexandreina
>Putting them . . . five-hundred and thirty miles out from Brumby, bearing north-ten-east . . .
>With a sigh, you pick up your shuffleboard stick and slide VI Flotilla's wooden marker across the chart table, from the coaling station at Rabicano to a point in the Cisequestrian Sea
>Such was life in the Admiralty building, twelve-hundred and fifty miles from the nearest deep water
>Math.  Shuffleboard.  Telegrams.  Steady decks.  Out-of-regulation whiskey.  Melancholy.
A knock at the hatch.
>"Enter," you gruff, turning to the stack of despatches from the Transeq.
"We sense low motivation. Mayhap a flogging will improve crew morale?"
>Instinct turns you to the speaker, hand up in a palm-out salute
>"Good afternoon, Your Majesty."
>The azure monarch acknowledges you with a roll of her slender muzzle
"And a fine day to you.  What is Our counter up to?" she askes, stepping into your office.
>"Updating fleet movement," you say.
>CAPT Spitfire en route to Baltimare on ICC-14 Reckless forced to put in at Trakehner on account of stormy weather
>Stick.  Shuffle.
"We see."
>ChEng CAPT Bloom taking D-2 Loyalty on shakedown cruise from Fleet Base Baltimare to Mallorquin.  Reports new triple-expansion powerplant yielding max speed of 23 kts . . .
>Good for her.  The sail syndicate will be blowing their magazines over that one.
>Stick. Shuffle.
"Coffee?"
>That gets you to look up.
>HRH ADM S. Luna watches you from the far side of the chart table.  She is smiling at you.  A smoking mug sits on top of where Lake Neighagra would be.
>"That would be nice."
>Eighty-proof waterbreaks throughout the day hadn't done much for hydration
>Luna carelessly slides the mug towards you with the edge of a hoof
>The coffee capsizes somewhere over Dressia, sending a tidal wave of coffee down the Rein river basin and drowning Baltimare under a quarter-inch of caffeine.
>The brown tide carries the Loyalty out of Horseshoe Bay, taking Captain Bloom across the Transequestian Sea and over the edge of the map
>Total carnage, but the glass pane above the map kept the damn thing from any actual damage.
>Frowning, you look back across the table at Luna
>She isn't there
"Oops," whispers your sovereign, bare inches from your right ear.
 
>You damn near jump out of your admiral's stars, turning towards her voice
>"You know I don't-"
>Blue hooves smash down on the chart table to either side of you, pinning you against it
>Her uniform slides against yours chest-to-chest
>Her ocean eyes and smirking lips fill your vision
"Coffee is bad for thine humors, Counter," she says softly, "thou knowest this."
>"But I really was thirst-"
>Luna rams those  lips into yours
>Silver moons fire against your closed eyes
>So soft . . .
>Her tongue boards your lips, slipping into your mouth.
>Your arms easily wrap around her lithe chest
>Gathering blue pony as close as you can, you return fire.
>Your height advantage gets her head tilting back as your tongues wrap and slip and slide
>Battling her back into her home territory, you pass around her lips, then the insides of her cheeks
>Luna moans softly under your assault
>Your eyes open to find hers closed in bliss
>Breaking apart for air, you pant against each other's chins
>Those eyes open to look into your eyes, and you're both smiling
>Luna touches her little wet pony nose to yours, rubbing it from side to side
>You nuzzle back, bringing up a hand from behind to scratch her ear
>Your attentions have her nickering
"We- mmmhnn, We have something else in mind for thee to drink from" she murmurs.
>"What is it, Majesty?"
>Luna gives you a peck
"We have been feeling- hnnh- full ever since the staff meeting this morn.  Only this jacket keeps Our dignity intact."
>"Oh? I'm not feeling so sure about this, Luna.  I could very well be court martialled for this," you tease.
"Thou knowest only We may preside over thine trial, now wilst thou-"
>You gather Luna up in your arms, cutting her off
>Her narrow forelegs cradle themselves against your chest as her horn lights
>You hear the hatch slam shut as you lay her out on the chart table
>Her wings flare across the map, presenting you with a delectable topographical study
>Her chest rises and falls with breath underneath her dress blue jacket.
>In an instant you are leaning over the length of her body, your lips pressing into hers
>Tongues wrestle again as your fingers fumble at her jacket buttons
>One comes undone. Two. Three.
>Jacket open, you loosen her tie and get to work on that pesky shirt
>Coming off her lips, your trail kisses down one side of her jaw, pausing to nibble underneath a twitching ear
>Her shirt refuses to give up
>Moving down, you run your teeth across a delicate throat
>Luna's low moan has her vibrating against your lips
>Impatiently you hook two hands into her buttons and pull apart, buttons flying off
>Leaning back, you survey the prize.
>One pony chest, fluffy and heaving
>A slender barrel
>And two furred mounds, swollen with ballast and capped each with a dark, sore nipple, pebbled and pointing
>Turning back down your plant a rough kiss in the hollow of her throat and move down
>Your teeth slide over her collarbone, further down you nuzzle hard against blue chest fluff.
>And then you're laying suckling kisses on the top of her belly, and further down, and further down
>Two soft peaks frame your stubbly cheeks as you lay a kiss between them . . . and start working your way back up
>Luna's thighs rub against your sides as she kicks at the air
"Hnnh! Stop t-teasing-- Ah!"
 
>You fasten your rough lips around a needy mound and suckle hard
>Her cry lowers into a loud moan and her forelegs curl against her chest, thighs seizing against your sides.  
>Working your cheeks, you have Luna streaming onto your tongue in no time.
"Yesss!"
>Her milk is thick and creamy as you flitter your tongue across her nipple, teasing out more ambrosia
>The taste is so very light, just like the pony it comes from, and describable only as so quintessentially Luna
>One of your hands hooks around a spasming thigh, fastening thumb and forefinger around her unused teat and rolling it between.
>It dampens under your touch as Luna's moans come faster and faster.
>Your office fills with the sounds of a passionate mare
>She's positively flowing past your lips now.  Mouthfuls of warm milk slide down your throat only seconds apart.
>Your free hand grabs a thick flank, kneading away at her cutie mark
>Her taste has your eyes falling shut, no longer able to watch her twist back and forth across the table.
>Perhaps it's instinctual
>Your nose picks up a musky whiff as you suckle away
>Your ministrations have gotten her leaking from a third source
>Letting go of her flank, your hand trails inboard around her plush rump, approaching a spot even warmer than the milk spurting from her teats
>Cupping your fingers around the joint of her thigh, you press your thumb down and slide up her puffy slit. Hard.
>Smooth pussy lips wink and grasp at your thumb until you flick over her clit-
"Ahh!"
>Luna sounds her enjoyment.
>Your thumb nestles against her blooming bud, pressing slow cirles as Luna's moans get throatier
>Her belly is flexing in time with your sucks and touches, sending a gush of milk into your needy mouth with every contraction.
>As the teat your mouth focuses on starts to go dry, you ease up your assault on her netherlips.
>Soon she's run dry, and you take off both mouth and thumb.
>She's panting, her mane blowing randomly in an unseen gale
>Her eyes. meeting yours down the length of her muzzle, burn with arousal
>You blow cold air over her sore, saliva-covered nipple, causing her thighs to clamp softly around your head
"K-keep going . . ."
>Her wish is your desire
>Gently prying her legs apart with both hands, you settle down on her second needy nip and get to suckling once more
>You switch hands as well, this time trailing the tip of your index up and down the lips of her leaking pussy, just barely teasing them open.
>Prepped with your earlier rubbing, her breast opens right up, squirting the second round of bliss onto your tongue.
>You reward your milky mare by working your index into her gripping pussy to the first joint.
>She lets out a low from deep in her chest as the dual-pleasure starts to overwhelm
>Sawing slowly in and out, you work the tip of a second finger into her warmth
>Then you're pumping deeper and deeper into her
>With every little pressure directed towards her core, she winks around your digits.
>You're halfway in and her teat is gushing
>With one firm thrust, you hilt your fingers in her silken depths up to the knuckle, the rest of your hand slapping into her soaked rump
>Luna screams, and one hard suckle gets her vocals cracking into the highest register
>Then your fingers starting to pound away, breeding her hot femininity
>Her hnnhhs and mmnhhhs and gasps come as hot and fast as her milk, now an unbroken gush
>Each time your knuckles plug her gap, her muscles flex and grip your hand firmly inside her
>Then they release, you slowly draw out . . . and pound back in.
>Your office hosts a crescendo of schlicks and cooing, totally reeking of sexed mare
>Her soft thighs clamp themselves around your neck, a hoof ruffling into your hair and pressing your searching lips even harder into her plush mound.
>Her belly and the rest of her body flutter and seize and twitch
>She is so, so close.
>Your bring your hand up to flank speed, deviously hooking your fingers upward
>Your knuckles slap against her thick rump and your fingers batter her special spot, deep inside her seething depths
>Her muscles grab onto your fingers like a vice and she's screaming, but you're already drawing out against her pull
>Her muscles, now gripping nothing, relax for the barest instant-
>And then you're pounding right back into the same spot
>She screams again
>Once
>Twice
>Thrice-
"Anonymous! We are c-cumminggg-"
>One hand seizes her lonely nipple and pinches down, your mouth sucks her teat hard enough to part your lips, and your fingers bury themselves, running hard back and forth over her pleasure buzzer
>She's babbling nothing, her back arching right off the table.  Her pussy grinds your fingers to dust, her thighs cutting off your windpipe and she's cumming, cumming, cumming
>Her belly trembles as she hyperventilates, the last of her milk spurting into your mouth in short blasts.  It overflows, dripping back out of your lips and soaking into her fur.
>Her pussy gushes her nectar all over hand and cuff
>Whining and crying out, Luna starts to come down from her climax.
>You gently draw your fingers out of her swollen, oversensitive heat
>Her nipples peak into the open air once more, their mounds completely drained and bruising so very lightly
>You cover up your exhausted mare chest-to-chest once more and share a lazy, milky kiss.
>All four of her legs wrap loosely around your body, cradling herself to you.
"Incredible . . ." Luna murmurs
>You quiet her with another kiss, and then another
>Soon she goes limp, humming softly through her nose as she snores
>A thoroughly milked, thoroughly satisfied mare dozes on your chart table
>Gathering her up once more in your arms, you lay her out on your divan to rest
>Now to clean up the mare syrup and cafe latte from your chart table . . .