Captain Anonymous - Chapter 13 - The Next Level
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 >You tend to your grooming as expeditiously as possible, eager to return to Twilight, you don’t want to waste a single second of the little bit of time that you have off. You’re also curious about what that whole tail-whip thing was about, it definitely caught you off guard. As you step out of the shower and begin to dry yourself off, you find that the clean garments you had prepared are gone.
 
>Wrapping the towel around your waist, you start toward your room to pick out another outfit from your wardrobe. Half way there your covering is abruptly yanked away, completely exposing you. You turn and see Twilight with a presumptuous grin on her muzzle, the damp cloth levitating in the air above her.
 
>”Anon, you’re so obsessed over your apparel, covering up your body as though you’re ashamed of it or something. Dressing up for special occasions I can understand, but why must you insist on wearing something every single day? Doesn’t it bother you to be wrapped up like that all the time?”
 
“This really isn’t like you, Twilight, what’s gotten into you?” you ask, trying to snatch the towel away from her only to have it pulled out of reach multiple times. “You know, I don’t have a coat of fur to help protect my skin from the sun or the cold like you ponies do. I need to wear clothes when I’m out and about to protect myself from the elements. I’d also like to maintain a modicum of decency in public.”
 
>Twilight tosses the towel aside.
 
>”Well, you’re not going to be out and about today, are you?” she says as her smirk broadens, approaching you and delicately nuzzling the outside of your left thigh. You reach down and rest a hand on top of her head, gently scratching and playing with her mane. She runs a wingtip down the inside of your leg sending a shudder down your spine.
 
“I suppose I’m not,” you reply affectionately.
 
>She hastily turns and trots down the corridor, beckoning you to follow her to her bedroom. You’re immediately at her side, not hesitating for a second, eagerly anticipating whatever she has in store for you. After a short little jaunt the two of you climb up onto her bed. She turns her back to you sheepishly as you make yourself comfortable. You try to pull her body against yours, but curiously she resists your effort.
 
“Is something wrong, Twi?”
 
>She remains silent for a while before she rolls over to face you, looking rather embarrassed, a stark contrast to her demeanor only seconds earlier. She stares into your eyes longingly, with a mixture of fear, confusion, and anticipation on her face.
 
>”I liked it,” she finally says, breaking her silence. Noticing your perplexed countenance she hesitantly continues.
 
> “When we were in the bath together, I liked the sensation of your body against mine, your… your bare stallionhood against the base of my tail as you attended to me so affectionately. It was so intimate…” she shudders before continuing. “And then, when you washed my… my mare parts, it felt… Oh Celestia I can’t even describe it. When you touched me down there… I didn’t want you to stop,” she confesses. “Ever.”
 
“So that’s what’s gotten you acting so strange,” you smirk, gently kissing the tip of her muzzle.
 
>”Mmhmm…” she replies, looking away from you. “My mom and dad always told me I should wait to find the right stallion and get married before doing anything like that. They always warned me if I just rushed into it with the first stallion that came along and said he loved me, I’d have my heart broken and regret it the rest of my life. I know I’m an adult and can make my own decisions or whatever, but their voices still nag at me in the back of my mind whenever I think about it. Even though I want to go further, oh how I want to…” her voice trails off into a soft moan as she trembles with desire.
 
>You lay on your back, stretching out with a sigh as you reply to her, an amused expression on your face. “Heh, you were very clearly about to try something, it was kind of exciting seeing you like that, I was wondering why you backed out at the last second. It’s not too late to change your mind, you know. Enjoying the sensation of someone you truly love touching you like that is perfectly natural. Besides, what happens in the bedroom is between you and me, it’s none of anyone else’s goddamn business. I can keep my mouth shut for as long as you want.”
 
>She scoots closer and rests her head on your chest, nudging under your arm indicating she wants you to scratch her mane, which you do right away. You can still feel her quivering as she settles her cheek against your chest, reveling in your adoring touch with a deep sigh.
 
“When you do decide you’re ready, we’re going to have to work on your vocabulary. ‘Stallionhood’ and ‘mare parts’ aren’t exactly the most erotic terms to use in the heat of the moment,” you say with a light chuckle. Twilight seems as though she’s about to fall asleep resting against you. You continue to stroke her in silence for little while before speaking again.
 
“You know, after this whole thing with the Confederacy is taken care of, I would really like to meet your parents. I’ve been eager to meet the mare and stallion that raised such a perfect little filly,” you say as you kiss the top of her head. She perks her ears up briefly and shudders as she replies.
 
>”They still have no idea I’m even in a relationship, Anon, let alone with a member of a different species. It won’t go over well,” there’s a hint of sorrow in her voice and her ears lay flat as she says this.
 
“You know, Twi, your friends may have had some mixed reactions when they found out about us, but something tells me your mom and dad will be a little more understanding. Sure, they might be uneasy around me, or shocked by our relationship at first, but they’ll come to terms with it,” you say confidently.
 
>Another good twenty or thirty minutes or so passes in silence, Twilight not moving from her position, your fingers still running through her mane, her breaths deep and slow, as are yours, the two of you perfectly relaxed. Eventually you sit up, Twilight still trying to cling to you, but eventually having to settle for resting her hooves on your leg, careful to avoid touching anything else. She leans into your abdomen and chest as best she can, nuzzling you affectionately. Eventually she lays back down on the bed, hooves tucked underneath her as she stares at you. As she shifts position you casually ask her an important question.
 
“Hey Twily?”
 
>”Yes?”
 
“Have you ever thought about what it might be like to be married?”
 
>She desperately scrambles for words and squirms around in bed as she replies, seeming on the verge of a full blown panic attack, “m…married!? I, I don’t, I can’t… If… whenever… I just… can’t even… with… with you? Oh… Oh my… I… I… do you even… can… we… I… if… what… what if… are… are you asking me to… are you… are we…”
 
“Shhh,” you say, repositioning yourself on your side, reaching over and stroking her back to relax her, “it was just a hypothetical question. I just wanted to know how you felt about it. Maybe it’s a little presumptuous of me, but I don’t see myself ever leaving your side, so I figured it’d come up sooner or later anyway. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot, we can talk about something else if that’s an uncomfortable discussion to have for you right now.”
 
>”Y…yeah, can we… can we change the subject?” she asks, clearly flustered, almost hyperventilating.
 
“Sure thing,” you reply. “Sorry for getting you all worked up like that.” You don’t try to pull her close to you, instead letting her decide if she wants to touch you or not. “I really do want to meet your parents though. I barely know anything about them. I’ve seen your pictures of them and your brother from when you were younger, but that’s about all. I’ve hardly ever heard you talk about them.”
 
>She still seems terrified by the idea, “Honestly… it gives me a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach to think about how they’re going to react to this… but maybe you were right. Maybe they’ll be more understanding than some other ponies have been.”
 
“Twi, can ask you a question?”
 
>She simply nods her head, with slight hesitation
 
“Where do you personally see ‘us’ say, a few years or so from now? That is assuming we’re successful in dealing with the Confederacy.” you ask, but are met with a silent, conflicted stare. “I want to be honest with you, Twi. If everything works out the way I’ve planned, I intended to sell my house back on Earth, retire from the Confederate Navy, and settle down here with you permanently. I spent over 20 years making a name for myself in my career, raking in achievements and accolades. After all I’ve done for the Confederacy, I’d consider helping to prevent a civil war the capstone of my service to them. I have no desire to become an admiral or to run for a seat on the High Council, no matter how badly they might want me to afterwards.”
 
>Twilight avoids eye contact, taking in your words, appearing deep in thought as she listens.
 
“How does that sound, Twi? Hell, I might even use the credits from selling my house and all my stuff back on Earth to buy us a small ship. We could explore the stars together, go anywhere you wanted to, if that’s something that appeals to you.”
 
>She takes a moment to consider her response.
 
>”It sounds wonderful, Anon. It really does, but…”
 
“But what?”
 
>“You’d really do all that? Give up your career, a chance to return to your home back on Earth, everything you have, just for me?”
 
“In a heartbeat. The Confederacy will get along just fine without me after I retire, and if we ever want to take a trip to Earth, I have plenty of friends that have vacation homes all over the place. I’m sure they’d be willing to lend us one for a week or so now and then.”
 
>”You seem a little arrogant that everything’s going to turn out just how you want it to, Anon. What if it doesn’t? What if…”
 
>You place a hand over her muzzle.
 
“Shh, don’t,” you whisper. “No more ‘what-ifs,’ worrying, catastrophizing, or anything else of the sort, okay?”
 
>She closes her eyes, exhaling anxiously.
 
>”Okay, Anon, I’ll try to stay positive.”
 
“Good, and I think I have just the ticket to keep those thoughts at bay,” you reply to her as you adjust your position with a slightly impish grin.
 
>You reach for her as you lay on your back, delicately drawing her onto you, situating her astride your belly. When you feel her silky smooth tail hairs brush against your member, your body ineluctably reacts to the sudden stimulation. You’re merely inches away, trembling in anticipation. You’d love nothing more than to gently take her right now, to feel her shiver and gasp lustfully as you ease yourself into and out of her.
 
>She seems oblivious to your arousal, leaning against your chest and planting her lips firmly on yours. As she tilts her head and her tongue begins to prod at your lips, her wings flutter and unfurl a bit. The two of you serenely linger in your hedonism, savoring each other’s kisses and caresses extensively. Your lips never part for more than a fleeting moment as your tongues mingle and intertwine, locked in a progressively intensifying contest for dominance. Your fingers meander all over her, grabbing tufts of fur and fistfuls of mane here and there. You feel her hooves firmly run over your chest, your shoulders, everywhere she can manage to touch without separating her muzzle from your lips.
 
>Once again you can feel the heat and moisture radiating from beneath her tail – this time directly against your naked body, exacerbating your arousal to a torturous level as you feel your lust trying to overpower you. You desperately want to ravish her, talk dirty to her and have her do the same, some kinks even start to pop up in the back of your mind; right now your body is screaming at you to do the exact opposite of everything you need, and promised, to do for her.
 
>You separate your mouth from hers, both covered in each other’s saliva. You lean your head back against the pillow, panting heavily and shuddering.
 
“Goddamn I love you, Twily,” you growl passionately through clenched teeth, closing your eyes as she begins to kiss and nibble at your neck.
 
>She gives a few little gentle nips here and there. It’s not long before her fervor sharply escalates. She bites down hard and gives a deep snort as she hooks both hooves over your shoulders, pulling you against her as tightly as she can. Her breaths start to become shallow and rapid, punctuated by little whinnies, nickers, and squeals as she grinds her body against yours. She maintains her grip for quite some time, clenching down with almost enough pressure to draw blood, her hot breath against your skin causing your hairs to stand on end and goosebumps all over your body. You barely notice the pain as you clutch her tightly against you. It’s exhilarating to be subjected to her unbridled passion, to feel her losing control as her base instincts start to override everything else for the first time.
 
>She releases you eventually after a few more vigorous snorts, leaving a deep bruise and teeth marks on your neck that threaten to begin bleeding at any moment. When she catches sight of this it seems to snap her back to her senses, almost horrified by what she’s just done.
 
>”Oh sweet Celestia,” she gasps, “Anon, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I don’t know what came over me.”
 
“Damn, Twi, you don’t have to apologize,” you pant as your heart continues racing. “That was actually really hot, I’ve never seen that kind of fire in you before and I loved every second of it! I know it might seem odd to you, but a little bit of pain be pleasurable sometimes.”
 
>She flutters her wings a bit before resting her chin on your shoulder, slowly rubbing her cheek against yours delicately. Her tail flicks a few times, causing more of her fluids to dribble onto you. You massage and pat her back and rump as she switches shoulders. Eventually your hand comes to a stop, firmly pressed against her rump, directly above her tail dock. You whisper into her ear as her chin rests against your shoulder.
 
“Twily,” you breathily moan into her ear, “You’re really turned on right now, aren’t you?” you ask, grasping her rump tighter.
 
>She shudders but remains silent. You kiss her on the cheek before continuing.
 
“Your body says it all, my sweet princess. I know you’re probably not ready for intercourse yet, but how about I play with you a little bit down there, hmm? Would you like that?”
 
>She doesn’t respond for quite some time. As a little encouragement you gently nibble her ear, blowing a slow, hot breath over it and eliciting an involuntary flop in response. She eventually caves in to her desires, shouting an emphatic “YES!” before closing her eyes and clutching tight against you, raising her tail ever so slightly for you.
 
>You slide a couple of fingers underneath her tail dock, slowly running them over the surface of her already slickened and winking lips. She seems to be holding her breath, her entire body is shaking with anticipation and pleasure. You prod your fingers inside up to the second knuckle and start running them up and down, occasionally taking her clit between your fingers and rubbing it vigorously in sync with her winking.
 
>You feel her clamp down hard as you push into her as deep as you can, falling into a steadily increasing rhythm as she starts to push back and bear down on you harder and harder. She’s done everything she can to maintain her composure, only letting out short little gasps and moans here and there up to this point. You can tell she’s getting close, when she’s right on the edge you press your fingers firmly into her and downward, maintaining pressure and rubbing vigorously. She finally throws her head back and lets out a shrill whinny, which you swiftly interrupt by pulling her into a passionate kiss with your free hand.  
 
>She clamps down as hard as she can as she climaxes, soaking your hand and crotch with her steamy mare juice, before her all of her body weight collapses onto you, your lips still locked as you support her head. She shudders and moans into your kiss, her fluids continue to slowly leak out around your fingers as you wiggle them around a bit more inside her. It’s not surprising that she climaxed rather quickly, given how pent up she must have been all this time. As your lips part, she folds her forelegs on your chest, resting her chin on them and staring into your eyes in a haze of pleasure, basking in the afterglow, not saying or doing anything else. You linger inside her for a little while before finally pulling your fingers from underneath her tail, your whole hand covered copiously with her love. You smile as you bring it to your face and slowly lick each finger clean one by one, moaning hungrily as you do so, stroking her back with your other hand and muttering “delicious” as your eyes lock onto hers. When she sees you do this her eyes widen and she jumps up half way, planting her front hooves somewhat painfully on your shoulders. Her wings instantly unfurl to their apex as her tail begins flailing wildly, maintaining eye contact with you. You have no clue what emotion she’s expressing, but you’re thoroughly amused by her reaction nevertheless.
 
>”Anon! That… stuff came out of me and you just… put it in your mouth like it was no big deal!”
 
“Yep.”
 
>”What do I even say to that!?”
 
“Well, you could start by thanking me for making you gush so hard you soaked half of your bed. We’re gonna have to change the sheets now, you know.”
 
>”Didn’t that gross you out at all, why did you do that!?”
 
“I wanted to taste you, Twily. Get a little preview of what lies a little further down the road for us.”
 
>”What do you mean?”
 
“Well, now I know how much I’m going to enjoy going down on you, for one.”
 
>”Going down?”
 
“Oh come on, Twi, not even you can be that naïve and innocent. Surely you know what that means.”
 
>She slowly settles back down on top of you as she speaks.
 
>“I’ve heard that term used before but never really paid much attention to its meaning.”
 
“Well let me spell it out for you. ‘Going down on you’ means I’m going to use my mouth and tongue to do the same thing I just did with my fingers to you.”
 
>Her nose turns up slightly, her ears pointing in two different directions.
 
>”Doesn’t that gross you out at all?”
 
“Nope.”
 
>”Even though that’s the same place that I, you know, p-“
 
“Yep.”
 
>You gaze in sheer adoration at her, playing with her mane as you answer her without flinching, though it boggles your mind that this is such a foreign concept to her and she seems so baffled by it.
 
>”What’s the point when you can just use your fingers until we’re ready to actually make love?”
 
“You’re going to like it a lot more, you’ll see. Personally I can’t wait to taste you again, straight from the source next time; to make you squirm and squeal even more than you just did.”
 
>”I’m still not what to think about that about that. It just seems really weird, that you’d willingly put your mouth on the grossest parts of my body to make me feel good, and that you’d actually enjoy it.”
 
“Well, if it helps, I guess you could also look at it as a symbolic gesture of sorts – my way of showing you I love you so much that there’s not a single part of your body that’s gross to me.”
 
>”Oh, I guess I hadn’t really thought about it like that,” she says, taking her eyes off you as she silently contemplates your words.
 
“How is it that you’ve gone your whole life without really knowing what oral sex is? Have you never talked about those sorts of things with other ponies before? Never fantasized about one of those colts or stallions you had a crush on pleasuring you with his tongue all the way from your tail dock to your teats?”
 
>She remains silent and sheepishly turns her head away from you a bit more.
 
>”None of that was covered in any of my books on anatomy and reproduction…”
 
“Twi this isn’t the kind of stuff you learn from technical manuals. None of your friends have ever talked about their romantic relationships or shared any intimate details about them with you?”
 
>She simply shakes her head.
 
“Do you only ever fantasize about engaging in reproductive intercourse when you masturbate? Come on Twi, it’s not possible to be this innocent to this extent at your age.”
 
>”Well, no. Sometimes I think of different things when… when I touch myself like that.”
 
“Well at least you seem to have a kink or fetish of some sort, that’s a start. What kinds of things do you think of, what fantasies do you have when you’re pleasuring yourself? If it’s something I can make happen for you one of these days, don’t you dare hold back or feel embarrassed by it.”
 
>”I don’t wanna talk about that right now,” she mutters, “can’t we just cuddle for a while?” she pleads, turning her face back toward you.
 
“Don’t you want to get cleaned up or change your bed sheets or anything first?”
 
>”No,” she replies simply. “Just hold me close, touch me all over, squeeze me, and kiss me,” she says, “that’s all I want right now, make me feel loved like you always do.”
 
“I’d be happy to oblige you Twi, but uh… if you don’t mind I have a little problem I need to take care of first,” you say, motioning to your still-erect member, throbbing under strands of her damp tail, desperate for release.
 
>”Oh,” she says, gently rolling off of you, “do you want me to do something?” she asks, eyeing you nervously.
 
“Twi I’m already about to burst just from what we already did,” you say as you roll off the bed and head toward the bathroom, “just give me a few minutes, I’ll be back, and we can cuddle all you want, okay?”
 
>She remains silent as you hurry to the bathroom, closing the door behind you, finishing yourself off using the little bit of Twilight’s dampness you’re still slick with to do the job. After squeezing out the last few drops you return to her bedroom, feeling much more relaxed. You find her laying on her side, her head resting against a pillow, assuming the ‘little spoon’ position, making it obvious what she wants.
 
>You slip into bed behind her and pull her tight against your body, wiggling your crotch against her still-soaked rump and tail as you make yourself comfortable. Despite no longer being aroused, her scent is still heavy in the air. You soon realize that the moisture has spread over most of the bed, she must have expelled a lot more volume than you initially realized.
 
>The two of you spend the rest of the day in this position, sometimes drifting in and out of sleep, not saying much, just basking in each other’s warmth. You embrace her so tightly she can barely move any part of her body, and she’s perfectly content with that, even trying to push herself deeper into your grasp than is physically possible, making sure that every last little part of your body that’s possible is in contact with hers in some way. You give her little kisses on her horn and the top of her head here and there, rub her belly or chest a bit, whispering mushy but heart-felt lines occasionally into her ear.
 
>As evening sets in she’s soon fast asleep in your arms, though you find it difficult to fall asleep yourself. You don’t know how it’s even possible but you just keep falling deeper and deeper in love with this mare. She’s the only thing on your mind right now. She’s the perfect combination of sweet, spunky, quirky, and innocent, not to mention loyal to a fault. You’ve never been in a relationship in which you didn’t have to be jealous or worried that you were being cheated on at least a little. You know that’s simply impossible with Twilight, and you cherish her all the more so because of it. As you go over and over all the reasons she’s so perfect in your head you gradually tire, eventually falling asleep along with her.