Title: Captain Anonymous - Chapter 8 - Caught Unawares Author: somewritefag Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/whgP9XKe First Edit: Sunday 9th of August 2015 10:04:21 AM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Sunday 9th of August 2015 12:18:05 PM CDT                                         Captain Anonymous - Chapter 8 - Caught Unawares ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- >Less than an hour later you feel a pair of hooves hook over your shoulders from behind and feel a warm, soft sensation rubbing against your cheek. You place a hand on one of the hooves and rub a thumb over it gingerly, leaning into Twilight's nuzzle with a satisfied sigh.   "I'm glad you're home," you say, turning to smile at her. "How was your day, my Princess?"   >"More boring than you would ever believe. My meeting with the mayor and some of the other Ponyville town officials went on waaay longer than it should have. What about you, Anon, did you get out and do anything today? Please tell me you haven't been cooped up in here all day long again..."   "I'm sorry Twi, I haven't gone out... yet," you confess, "BUT! I've made some important progress, I managed to double the capacitance of the-"   >"Anon..."   "Yes?"   >"When are you going to give up on that thing? I understand it's part of the grieving process but still..."   "I can't say for sure, Twi. No matter how much I try, there's still some part of me that longs for home and isn't ready to let go, you know?"   >Twilight sighs the same sigh that she does every time she confronts you about that damned radio   "But hey, we can get out and do something right now if you want! What do you say?"   >"Anon, it's already late in the evening, and I'm tired."   >You pause for a moment.   "Oh…"   >"You completely lose yourself in that thing every single time you pick it up..." she says with concern.   >You put everything aside and turn your chair to face her, bending over and placing both hands over your face and inhaling deeply   "I'm sorry, Twi..."   >She hops into your lap and gives you a strong hug, doing her best to wrap her wings around you, rubbing her cheek against your chest.   >"You don't have to apologize. It's just that..."   >There's a long silence before her next words.   >"It's just that I hoped… I hoped by now that, well, since we're together that you would finally start to consider this place your home."   >You begin to stroke her mane, resting your chin on top of her head, rubbing your cheek against her horn.   "Twilight, I think it's safe to say at this point that I love you. I truly do. But..."   >"But what, Anon?"   "You've shown me so many wonders and so much of your world, of your home. I was hoping that one day, maybe, that I could do the same for you. Take you to my world, and show you all of its many wonders the waterfalls at Niagara, the great pyramids of Giza, the Grand Canyon, my world has many, many wonderful things to see and experience…" your voice starts to trail off.   >"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to upset you," she says, cuddling closer to you. "Why don't we go to bed, call it a day?"   >You pat her on the back a couple times between her wings.   "I guess that's probably a good idea," you sigh.   >"Hey, Anon?"   "Yes?"   >"Can you say it to me again?"   "Say what?"   >"That you love me."   >You plant a lingering kiss on the top of her head.   "I love you, Twilight."   >You feel her shudder as she moans contentedly. You place a hand under her rump, standing up and carrying her. You stumble as you make your way to the bed, falling onto your back, Twilight on top of you, her mane becoming disheveled as she giggles softly. She scoots a little bit further up, sitting up on top of you and running a hoof down your chest   >"My big clumsy stallion," she coos softly.   >She leans down just enough for her chest to make contact with yours, hooking her hooves over your shoulders, positioning herself to look directly into your eyes. Her half-lidded gaze and dopey smile melt your heart, as always. You place one hand behind her head, scratching behind her ears, running your fingers through her mane, maintaining eye contact with her, save for the moments when the pleasure causes her to close her eyes and moan softly.   >You stop suddenly, maintaining your hand firmly on the back of her head, staring lovingly into her eyes and applying gentle pressure to the back of her head, pulling her closer to you, lifting your own head as well. When your lips make contact with hers you feel her entire body tense up, her wings rapidly flapping involuntarily for several seconds, nearly causing her to lift off of you. As you break the kiss, she immediately pulls you into another, her tongue invading your mouth as she moans hungrily.   >Her technique is terrible and awkward, but you let her indulge herself to her heart's content, this is her first kiss to enjoy any way she wants to. After what feels like an eternity she finally breaks her sloppy kiss with a short moan and sigh, panting heavily as her whole body trembles, her tail swishing rapidly, wings fluttering and ruffling at her sides. You smile at her lovingly and chuckle.   "Did my sweet Princess enjoy her first kiss?"   >"Mmmmmm...." is all Twilight can manage as she rests her head against your chest with her eyes closed, still trembling intensely.   >You give another soft laugh and begin stroking her mane and back as she rests on top of you. Twilight very quickly falls asleep in this position, her wings draped over you limply, as well as her tail. It's only after she's been asleep for a few minutes that you notice a feeling of dampness in your clothes, directly underneath where the base of her tail is.   >She had definitely been aroused during that kiss, and if the amount of heat coming from underneath her tail is any indication, she still is, even as she sleeps contentedly. You really want to make her feel good some more, and have to stop yourself from slipping a finger under her tail, reminding yourself that you swore you were going to take things slowly with her. You settle for kissing the top of her head several times and stroking her back gently, feeling her quiver with pleasure occasionally.   >After that first kiss, Twilight finds any excuse she can to kiss you when no one else is around. Not just simple pecks, but sloppy makeout sessions, so intense you couldn't escape from her even if you wanted to. It quickly becomes something of an addiction of hers, but you have no complaints though. You derive a great deal of satisfaction just knowing how badly she desires you and the incredible amount of pleasure you’re providing her with each kiss.   >As the weeks pass, the sloppy makeout sessions become less frequent, but the kisses never stop coming. The amount of affection she shows for you is nearly overwhelming, in the best possible way. At this rate, you knew that things wouldn’t stay a secret for much longer, and you’re quickly proven right. Inevitably one of her friends catches the two of you in one of Twilight's more passionate displays, sitting on top of you, pinning your arms to the floor with her hooves, licking her lips before she hungrily ravishes you.   >"Land sakes!" The orange pony yells as her jaw drops in astonishment.   >Twilight quickly tumbles off of you, scrambling to her hooves.   >"APPLEJACK!?" she yells in surprise and embarrassment, unsuccessfully trying to straighten her fully disheveled mane.   >Applejack simply stands there with a stunned expression.   -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   >It's been well over a year now since the destruction of Deep Space Expedition Vessel 28   >The Council as well as the admirals of the Confederate Navy had done their best to cover up the vessel's destruction, going on record publicly stating "Inherent flaws in the ship's design resulted in an uncontrollable malfunction and the subsequent unfortunate decommissioning of Deep Space Expedition Vessel 28."   >Given the ship's nearly 2500 crew members, they should have known that the truth would come out eventually, regardless of the fact that all of them had been stripped of their commission, relocated, or reassigned to other vessels.   >There was no design flaw, the decommissioning of that starship was a direct result of an alien attack, and this is the second ship in a row the Confederacy had lost due to a first contact operation gone awry. The cover-up had sparked public outrage, as well as fierce debate amongst the Council as to how to proceed going forward. Many of them feared Equestria’s inhabitants after seeing firsthand the amount of damage they’d managed to inflict on the ship.   >These “ponies” are clearly a powerful race, however there is a great deal disagreement as to how they are to be dealt with. Some on the Council wished to make a second attempt at peaceful first contact. Some called for an invasion, to learn the source of the ponies’ power, and harness it to use for the greater good of the Confederacy. Eventually, the majority decision was to implement a blockade; a sort of quarantine zone to keep anyone from approaching the planet, though some Council members’ motives for establishing the no-fly zone were different than others. Half merely wished to keep anyone that might travel there safe, hoping that the knowledge that lethal force would be applied would be enough of a deterrent for anyone that might consider entering that sector. The other half were paranoid that others may travel to the pony home world, learn the source of their power and use it to subvert the Confederacy, maybe even overthrow the rule of the High Council.   >Regardless of motive or intent, the Confederate Navy was under strict orders from the Council to maintain the quarantine zone around the alien world, with standing orders to pursue any vessel violating it, and to immediately use lethal force upon any such vessel. A third of the Navy's warships had been reassigned to patrolling the outskirts of the quarantine zone, though given its size, the fleet alone was insufficient to monitor the entire border. To augment their patrols, the Navy launched a series of detection arrays, linked together in a grid. Any vessel passing through the grid would be immediately detected by it, the nearest warship would jump to the vessel's location and obliterate it.   >The grid would additionally immediately detect any QT jumps within the quarantine zone, making it impenetrable. Or nearly impenetrable.   >A small starship bearing the civilian insignia of the Confederacy proceeds toward the quarantine zone at sub-light speed. The ship is streamlined, the hull constructed using jagged shapes and smooth contours, as well as no armor. All of these design elements in place to reduce the vessel's profile and make it harder to detect.   >The ideal smuggler's vessel, though officially designated as a civilian cargo ship.   >Who really cared if the crew made some additional profit here and there by smuggling contraband between worlds? The way they see it, they serve a niche market made illegal arbitrarily on a whim by the Council. Though they know the consequences if they're ever caught.   >On the bridge of the starship, the captain, an insectoid-reptilian species, communicating with a series of hisses, clicks, and pops, gives orders to his crew.   >"We're approaching the perimeter of the quarantine zone, orders sir?"   >"We must be within the quarantine zone for our payload to reach its target. Burn all thrusters at maximum capacity until we're within 40,000 kesseks of the perimeter, then cut power to all systems, including life support. If we drift across completely unpowered the grid won't pick us up."   >"Captain, this is too risky," one of his subordinates objects, "if they catch us we'llAAAAGGGHHHH"   >The Captain had drawn his sidearm and shot the crewman in the abdomen, the poor fool falling over dead moments later   >"Does ANYONE else object to my orders?"   >The captain's question is met with absolute silence. The ship cuts all power after coming within range, propelled only by inertia. The tension in the air on the bridge is so thick it could be cut by a knife.   >"We're approaching the perimeter"   >"40,000 kesseks"   >"30,000 kesseks"   >"15,000 kesseks"   >"Perimeter breached in 5... 4.... 3... 2... 1..."   >"Perimeter successfully breached, we weren't detected, captain. Payload is prepared for launch."   >"Target payload to designated coordinates and fire."   >A cylindrical object is deployed from the ship, immediately accelerating away from the ship, and toward the forbidden planet, continuing to pick up speed until out of range of the ship's sensors.   >Cheers of celebration erupt on the bridge. They were to be paid so handsomely by their contractor that all of them could retire to whatever corner of the Confederacy they wished, living the rest of their lives in luxury.   >One of the crewmembers, in his excitement, accidentally touched a control panel, making the critical mistake of bringing one of the secondary systems online while inside the perimeter and detection range of the grid   >Loud, blaring alarms and klaxons sound throughout the ship.   >"WE'VE BEEN DETECTED!"   >"GET US OUT OF HERE, JUMP T-"   >Before the captain can finish his sentence, a Confederate warship completes its jump, appearing directly in front of them, and immediately opening fire with all weapons, cutting the ship to shreds, reducing it to a burning hulk in space.   >Images of the destroyed vessel are ultimately transmitted throughout the Confederacy, to serve as an example to anyone else the peril faced by those that might consider violating the Council's will by breaching the quarantine zone.   >Two weeks later, a large cylindrical object composed of various alloys breaches the atmosphere of its target world, heating up from atmospheric friction as it speeds toward the surface, appearing as a shooting star to any observer. It crashes violently into the ground, precisely where it had been targeted to, singing the soil and vegetation within a radius of 100 feet.   >The protective shielding falls away, and a device inside equipped with a transponder signal detectable by any Confederate hand radio begins to transmit a regular, repeating bleeping signal on all frequencies. Miles away, an orange earth pony stands in shock, having caught the Princess of Friendship in a physical act of romantic passion with her alien "friend."   -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   >Applejack's hind legs give way and her rump hits the floor, her expression unchanged.   >Twilight scrambles to think of an excuse - any excuse, for what she was doing.   >"Applejack, hey, hi! Heh... me and Anon here were just... um... practicing... practiciiiiingg....for... OH! It's... it's a new type of exercise that's common in Anon's world. I pretend to hold him down and... and he has to practice pushing me off and... and then I get stronger too because I have to resist his attempts! So it's like... building strength through mutual resistance... Yeah... yeah that's it!"   >Twilight shoots you a hopeful glance, expecting you to play along. Applejack stares stone-faced at Twilight, not buying it for a second.   >"Is that right?" she replies, "How interesting. Ah suppose the tongue IS a muscle too," she says sarcastically.   >Twilight hangs her head in embarrassment and shame. Applejack then turns her attention to you   >"Ah KNEW y'all were up to no good. So tell me, what kinda love potion did you poison her with, huh?   "Love Potion Number Nine," you reply as you roll your eyes at her, knowing the reference would fly right over her head, "but when I kissed a colt over on 34th and vine he took my-“   >"Aha! So you confess! It WAS a love potion! So what was your plan, to marry the Princess and gain power? Use her as your puppet? Bide your time and try to take over Equestria? Turn us all into slaves? Huh? Is that what this is all about?”   >You raise a hand to your forehead melodramatically as you reply.   "Oh! Forsooth! Thou hast indeed uncovered my odious scheme, a pox upon thee, pernicious interloper, for now I shall never seize the throne. Woe is me! Woe is me!"   >You fall to the floor from your already reclined position, in a mock-faint. Twilight stifles a snicker, though still clearly embarrassed by the situation.   >"What's so doggone funny, Twilight?" Applejack snaps in confused anger, "Y'all been under his spell too long, come on, put this villain in his place, blast him, lock him away, just do something! Don't give in to him!"   >it's not long before you and Twilight both erupt in raucous laughter, tears streaming down your face as Twilight buries her face in your chest and laughs uncontrollably.   >"Don't you worry none Twi, I'll go get the others, we'll snap you outta this one way or another," Applejacks says, standing up and turning to leave.   >"Applejack, wait!" Twilight yells, her laughter gradually dying down as she wipes away tears from her face. "Everything's fine here. There's no potion, no plot, nothing evil going on here, Anon was joking."   >Applejack spins back around to look at Twilight, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.   >"Then why were y'all kissin' and carryin' on like a filly 'n colt goin for their first roll in the hay? You don't really LOVE him do you? Ah don't buy it, nnnnnope, not one bit."   "Settle down Applejack, Twilight's right," you offer as your own laughter dies down.   >Applejack shoots you an angry glance and snorts   >"Ah don't remember askin' for your opinion," she growls, pawing at the floor as if she's about to charge at you before returning her attention to Twilight.   >"Twilight this just ain't right, it ain't natural..."   >Twilight finally stands up and walks over to Applejack, placing a hoof on her shoulder.   >"It's the honest truth, Applejack, we're in love. We've been keeping it a secret for this exact reason, we knew from the start a lot of ponies wouldn't approve of us being together. I'm sorry for keeping this from you for so long, but I never saw an alternative or a good opportunity to bring it up."   >Applejack shakes her head and looks down at the floor.   >"Ah was finally startin' ta like the guy, too," she says, turning to leave without another word. Twilight tries to pursue her but you stop her.   "Give her some time to let it sink in, Twilight, I think if we keep pushing her right now it'll do a lot more harm than good."   >Twilight sits on her haunches and sighs as she watches Applejack disappear down a corridor.   >"I guess you're right," Twilight replies, "but what if she tells the others? I'd rather they hear it from me personally than finding out by anything like what just happened, or with the spin that Applejack would put on it."   "Well, I know that at least one other pony, Rarity, already knows," you reply.   >Twilight's ears perk up and point toward you.   >"She does?"   "Yeah. I thought she'd have said something to you by now."   >"Well... what does she think about... *us*?" she asks hesitantly.   "She seemed uncomfortable and concerned, but she took it really well compared to Applejack. Maybe she didn't say anything because she just didn't think it was her place to intervene."   >Twilight gives a small sigh of relief   "Twi, maybe it's time we came out about this, at least to the rest of your friends. I know I'll probably bear the brunt of their anger, and I'm prepared for that, but we can't keep it a secret anymore, especially after what just happened."   >Twilight closes her eyes, inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling.   >"Alright. I suppose I can summon everyone to gather for a meeting, but..." she hesitates, "are you really sure you want to do this?" She starts to shake in apprehension.   >You run your fingers through her mane and give her a peck on the tip of her muzzle   "Everything's going to be fine, Twilight, even if they don't accept it, they'll adapt eventually. They're your closest friends, they're not going to abandon you over this. Whatever happens, we'll ride this thing out together, okay?”