Space Captain Anon 2

>Captain Anon hikes his way through the overgrown shrubs and low hanging vines that dare try and bar his path.
>Breathing heavily, he stops his trek, leans against a tree and pulls out a smoke. Plopping it in his mouth he begins to reach for his lighter before groaning as he remembers he was completely out of space fluid.
>Growling at his forgetfulness and the crews utter lack of basic supplies he almost misses the Sec Officer trot up behind him.
>The pony officer timidly calls out to him. “Umm um Anon?”
Anon growls as he rolls his eye. “Captain Anon...”
>The pony stiffens up into a smart salute. “Uhhh yes, sorry sir… Captain Anon.”
“Salright salright.” Anon mutters as he searches his pockets for something to light his cig.
>“Ummm..” stammers the pony.
Anon turns and gives him questioning look with his one piercing eye. “Hmm?”
>The nervous pony steels himself before pushing out his quandary. “Should… should you really be out here?”
“Hmm? Why not? Making my rounds.”
>“Well… these woods can be very dangerous is all...”
Anon barks a laugh. “Ha! The owlery? Not unless the suits have been playing genetag with the owls again.” he smiles and shakes his head. “Buncha nerds...fine cocks though, always standing at attention when needed.”
>“Wh.. what?”
“Hey you got a light there officer?”
>“A light? Well I uh…” the pony thinks for a moment. “I suppose I do…” He closes his eyes and concentrates, before long his horn begins to bath the area in a nice warm light.
>Anon pats the pony on the back and leans down till his cig touches the horn’s tip. With a quick drag the smoke lights up. “Thanks., saved my bacon there.”
Finally relaxing, Anon leans back onto the tree and slowly slides to the ground. “Ha… that’s better.”
>“Uh.. Sir we should really…”
Anon quickly interrupts him. “You know, I had to pay for these.” he points to his smoke shoddily rolled smoke.
>“Well…”
“A smoke… a bloody smoke. Botanist wouldn’t even look me in the eye before I threw down some damn credits!”
>The pony looks around apprehensively. “Umm..”
“Its just insane. Back in the old days you walked into the gardens… lean over to smell a flower and before you know it? BAM, your ass it either stuffed with cock or enough ‘smokes’ to last you till Sunday dinner!”
>The pony just stares at Anon, eyes opened wide and with a blush slowly creeping its way over his face.
“Just a complete and utter lack of respect around here….” Anon slowly shakes his head in disappointment as he releases a drag of smoke.
After a minute, he opens his eye and gives the guard a careful look “Well not everyone I suppose..”
>The pony blushes hard and quickly sits down. “Yu…ya?”
“Mm hm. Those boys down in mining sure know their shit.”
>“What!?”
“Especially that Mac fellow.” Anon smiles as he remembers the big burly yet gentle pony. “That miner?” his smile grows into a shit eating grin. “He knows just how to mine….hard and deep.”
The captain roars with laughter. “Oh he struck some bananium alright!” he grabs the pony and pulls him up beside him. “You know what I mean! Ha ha!”
>The pony gasps and coughs as Anon merrily slaps him on the back.
Anon grasps the pony in a one arm hug. “Ah you guys are alright. This crew ain’t so bad… although….”
>The pony nervously looks up at Anon. “Although….”
“You, ain’t one of my crew….”
>The ponies eyes fly wide in a mix of fear and shock. “Wha noo I don’t know wha..”
“Don’t you try to deny it!” Anon hand slips down to the pony’s nether regions and grasps something soft, warm and quickly growing.
>The pony gasps as Anon skilled hand firmly holds him in place.
“I know a changeling proboscis when I see one!”
>Green fire erupts from the pony as he returns to his chitinas state. “But” he lets out another gasp, “how?!”
“I could smell you from a mile away! Damn changelings, always dirtying up my halls with your goos and what nots!”
>The changeling gasps again as Anon lets go of his ‘proboscis’. “Why are you….”
Anon slips out his pants and bends over in front of the changeling. “Oh I know I’m no match for a changeling one on one… but! Luckily for me I always lay on a think lair of space lube before I leave my office, just in case of this kindof an emergency! Oh ho, you won’t catch this captain unawares!”
>Slack jawed, the changeling shakes his head, he just can’t believe his luck. His wings buzz loudly as he hops up on his hind legs and aims his ‘proboscis’ with careful precision.
Anon gasps as the changeling finds his mark. “That’s right you dang changeling!” he lets out a soft moan, “Gimme your worst, I bet you HURG can’t even reach my brain from there!”
>The changeling grits his teeth with determination and sets out to try with all his might.

>A few hours later, a very tired but positively glowing with love changeling drops off the dozing, pantsless Anon on Twilights front steps. He slams his hooves on the door before making a hasty retreat before anyone catches him.
>Spike, in a full messy apron, answers the door. “Hello?’
>Seeing Anon, Spike rolls his eyes and mutters something unintelligible under his breath.
>Twilight calls from inside. “Who is it Spike?”
>Spike turns toward her. “Its Anon, looks like the changelings got him again…”
>Twilights groans audibly. “Drag him inside…. we’ll dump him in the guest room till he wakes up.”
>Spike just shakes his head and grabs Anon’s patchwork coat and drags him inside as he tries to ignore the wet gooey trail he’s making, knowing full well that he would be the one to clean it up later. “Ya ya… don’t help or anything…” he mutters.
>“What was that?”
>Spike lets out a quiet sigh. “Nothing…”