//------------------------------// // Chapter 20: Aloha* // Story: Bailing Out // by PhillyCh3zSt3ak //------------------------------// A/N: Ladies, lads, and gents may I present to you a fun chapter. Enjoy. Also there's a few suggestive scenes, a heads up on that too. Chapter 20: Aloha February 28 It is cold out. Way too cold in Vegas in the middle of February. We should be in the mid-sixties but it’s borderline freezing right now. While I don’t mind winter in this area of the US, I hate cold winters. It’s been getting colder and colder every year. I mean back in 2014 Atlanta got snow. That’s right, ATLANTA! I might have magic ‘angel’ personal climate control, but it’s still cold out and both Spits and I are feeling it. Not too much happened over the last two weeks. Emily has filed for divorce against Eric. I mean who in their right mind would believe a plea of ‘it was a moment of weakness’ when it kept occurring for over three months? I’d say an idiot, but I would feel like I would be insulting people classified by society as idiots. I mean once can be forgiven if the couple really loves each other, but more than that is just insulting to the victimized significant other. Valentine’s Day was great, or at least that’s what Spits told me. We were stuck on a layover in Japan so we went down to Okinawa and caught a flight at the US Naval base back to LA then flew ourselves back to Vegas. It was a long trip when it was all said and done, but to make it up to her I cooked surf ‘n’ turf. After that we watch a movie until around dawn and after adjourning to the bedroom we celebrated the day the way only a couple could. Gentlemen let me say this: if you treat your ladies right they’ll reward you. I’m sitting at the kitchen island right now on my laptop looking at hotel and flights for Hawaii since I am sick and tired of this cold weather. One good thing about winter though is that I can have all the blinds and curtains closed and walk around the house with my wings out without worrying about anyone seeing me. Spits likes it too since she regularly wants me to give her wing and back massages. I started looking at the Hawaiian tourism site. They had listed the usual things you’d think of when visiting: beaches, surfing, hang gliding, snorkeling, scuba diving, and visiting various landmarks. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a head rest on my shoulder. “What are you up to?” Spits asked in interest. “So I’ve been thinking…” I trailed. “Hmm?” “We should have a honeymoon since we didn't have one.” “Where did you have in mind?” “I was thinking somewhere warm, how about Hawaii?” I suggested as I scrolled down the tourism page. She looked at it with interest, I’ve got the metaphorical ‘hook’ in, now to reel her in. “I like the idea of nice warm weather, but there’s one thing you’ve overlooked.” She then pointed to a group of people in bathing suits playing beach volleyball. More specifically to a young woman in a string bikini and a shirtless guy. “How would we hide our wings?” I thought for a moment. Then it hit me, a win-win fix. I brought up Amazon and looked up wet suits, more specifically the top halves for her. “What do you think, would it work?” I asked hoping that she’d say ‘yes.’ I mean seriously, I need to get away from this chilly weather. She looked at the page and used the rotation tool to see all sides of the product. “It’d be a bit tight… And the bones would most likely be obscured by the black material… I think it’ll work,” she said as she stood beside me. “BUT you won’t be able to see me in a bikini,” she said with a wink. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her. “I guess we’ll have to remedy that now won’t we?” I replied. *** March 8, 5am A few weeks have passed since we had that discussion. Since then I asked my boss for this week off, as has Spits at her casino job. The only one that was a bit of a hassle was Hernandez. Yeah he was sympathetic to us, but he couldn’t let us go until the last sets of blood samples were taken, from both of us this time around. I’m guessing that they eventually want to implement this gene manipulation technology into specialized military units, but before they can do that they’d need FDA and other agency regulations to be in check. Especially since a lot of military implemented tech eventually finds its way into the civilian and private sectors. I mean nine things that we encounter in our daily lives were developed by the military. A few notable ones are GPS, cargo pants, duct tape, the epipen, computers, and the microwave; so why should gene manipulation be any different? But I digress back to the events at hand. Spits and I were in LAX again getting ready to board our flight to Hawaii. I was wearing the stereotypical tourist garb, sans camera. In other words cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Over the last two weeks I’ve been making arrangements for the trip. I got us the honeymoon suite at one of the hotels by the ocean and I already have dinner reservations arranged for tonight. I have other things both planned and to be pitched to Spits later for activities that we can do outside the bedroom. Our flight was called and we boarded. Now it was time for another long plane ride. *** Meanwhile back at Area 51… The spy went into the mainframe room. The only person around was a maintenance man who eventually left for lunch, much to the spy’s content. He didn’t want any bloodshed to give away his identity until his orders were completed. Once the door closed and the lights automatically turned off the spy moved to the nearest terminal and plugged in the USB drive he had installed on a previous excursion to the room, which started the backdoor virus. >> Initializing backdoor.exe >> Warning, file may contain hidden unsafe files. Do you wish to continue? Y/N > Y >> Launching backdoor.exe >> Loading… 10% The spy leaned back in the chair and relaxed as the program did its preprogrammed job. A few minutes later while the viral ones and zeroes were being carefully sidestepping the ones and zeroes of the mainframe’s security. Once it reached 100% he leaned back forward and pressed ‘enter.’ Before him opened countless files of projects past and present, current and cancelled. He went straight for the most recent files inside of ‘Project Angel.’ More specifically the ‘subjects’ portion of that file. >> Subject Zero >> Real name: Samantha Briggs >> Age: 25 >> Role: Donor of original genetic material >> Additional notes: Married to Andrew Briggs >> Subject Alpha >> Real name: Lt. Andrew Briggs >> Role: Test subject >> Project status: Success >> Results: Subject grew two large wings theoretically able to fly with. Low level EM field detected around the subject’s body, investigate further. >> Additional notes: Error in nanite programming caused accelerated wing growth. Subject had to be sedated until process was complete. >> Subject Beta >> Real name: Pvt. Natalie Everett >> Role: Test subject >> Project status: Failure >> Reason: Retrovirus induced DNA did not take hold >> Subject Gamma >> Real name: Sgt. Taylor Jones >> Role: Test subject >> Project status: Success >> Results: Increased strength and stamina >> Additional notes: Test further to see maximum strength thresholds >> Subject Delta >> Real name: CLASSIFIED – HIGHER CLEARANCE REQUIRED >> Role: Test subject >> Project status: Failure >> Reason: CLASSIFIED – HIGHER CLEARANCE REQUIRED >> Additional notes: ERROR – DATA REMOVED >> Subject Epsilon >> Real name: Cpl. Alexandria Lang >> Role: Test subject >> Project status: Success >> Results: High level EM fields detected. Subject was able to use telekinesis on a pen held by an attendant. >> Additional notes: EM fields started low, but increased rapidly. Theoretically subject should be able to do more complex things in time. The spy looked at his watch, the technician was going to be back any time now. He quickly copied the files to his flash drive, the rest of the files would one day be with his employers as well, but for today several files from ‘Project Angel’ were going to make a small trip first. *** Honolulu, Hawaii The plane landed at Honolulu International at 8am local time. That my friends is the miracle of jet lag and time zones. To me it feels like four in the afternoon. We managed to catch some sleep during the flight, it wasn’t all that restful, but it was better than the shitty movies they had playing. After our flight over to Japan I had the greatest idea ever for air travel: ear plugs. Yes there wasn’t any crying at all that I could hear. After we disembarked the plane we were greeted by some attractive local women in grass skirts giving leis to the arriving passengers. They placed a lei on both Spits and I, and these weren’t the cheepo plastic flowers either, they were the real deal. That was nice of the airline to do. We took a taxi to the hotel and checked in. One elevator ride later and we were standing one floor below the penthouse suite, but at the honeymoon suite. As the bellhop opened the door for us the room opened up to show a large “living room” style main room that connected to a nice kitchenette. The main room connected to a two person table that sat next to a window that overlooked the city of Honolulu itself. I could just imagine what it would look like at night from here. Then off to the side was a large master bedroom that had champagne in a cooler and rose petals on the king sized bed. I gave the nice bellhop a tip for carrying our whopping three bags up with us. He gave me a tilt of the hat and left us. Spits walked out on to the balcony that looked over the ocean feeling the breeze and I joined her. “It’s beautiful,” she simply stated. “Not as beautiful as you though,” I replied running my fingers through her hair. She turned around and looked up before snapping back to look me in the eyes. “You are such a sappy romantic, did you know that?” she asked before planting a kiss on my lips. “I know I am and you know you love it,” I countered with a smirk before returning the kiss. The moistness of her soft lips interlocked with my slightly not so soft lips. What felt like a low level of current ran between us as time seemed to slow down as we both focused on the pleasurable sensations running between us. Eventually we broke away after a need for air. Spits hummed contently as she opened her eyes. “So what did you have in mind for today? I mean we do have a really nice bed sitting over there,” she said with a sultry wink while wrapping her arms around me. “The only thing that I really had planned out was dinner tonight.” “And what would that be?” I could tell that her interest had been peaked. I touched her nose playfully, “That my dear is something that you’ll have to wait for.” “So what do you want to do?” I looked around. That bed was set for a romantic feel, that champagne was still there as well. “Well we have some good sparkling wine and some bed sheets I think need to be broken in,” I smirked as I picked her up in a ‘princess carry,’ I should trademark that to be honest. She even let out a little squeal in excitement as well. I carried her over to the bed and set her down. She grabbed the bottle while I grabbed the glasses. A moment later two full glasses were in our hands and toasted, “To us.” “To us,” Spits echoed before drinking. She stood up and took off her shirt and bra displaying her breasts and wings. “Now, shouldn’t we get started?” she asked with the most devilish grin I’ve seen her with. To be honest I kind of like it. *** Later that night… Spits and I have sex regularly, but I forget sometimes how… excited she can get in bed. You know what they say, variety is the spice of life. And to be honest I’m enjoying married life so far, especially with an awesome wife as Spits. The limo took us through the starlit night to our dinner destination. “Oh come on, tell me where we’re going,” Spits whined. “Nope,” I replied for the umpteenth time. I made this into a little game, mainly because this was supposed to be a surprise anyway. “But I will give you a hint: it’s a very Hawaiian thing to do.” She thought for a good ten silent minutes but wasn’t able to get a guess out because the limo stopped. We stepped out into the warm night air and as we walked she saw the lit tiki torches and put two and two together. “A luau, you brought me to a luau.” “Well it does seem to be the thing to do when you’re here, plus we’re supposed to be having fun. What’s more fun than watching fire spinning guys while you eat?” The rest of that experience was fun. I got to watch the hula dancers, hey the rule is that I can look but can’t touch. Oh please we all do it at least once a day, ladies I know you do the same thing too. Spits seemed to enjoy the fire show. Eventually we made our way back to the hotel and we just sat on the balcony looking at the stars. “Hey I have an idea,” I said breaking the silence. “Why don’t we go up to those clouds and watch the stars from there?” “That sounds like a wonderful idea, one second I’ll be right back,” Spits said walking into the bathroom. She came out in a navy blue bikini. The top showed her cleavage perfectly and her toned stomach and buttocks were shown to me in a tasteful fashion. “Ready?” She snapped me from my trance of staring at her very well shaped body. “Uh yeah, let’s go,” I managed to stammer out. The flight in and of itself didn’t take long, maybe a minute to get up to the cloud, and another five for Spits to shape the top portion of the cloud to be a little more bedlike. We sat looking at the stars. I pointed out certain constellations that only appear during the winter, then she would tell me of some constellations that would be around this time of year back in Equestria. Eventually she climbed on top of me and kissed me under the full moon. Maybe that’s what has her in such a frisky mood? “Hey Andrew, how would you like to join the mile high club?” Ok I think this has just gotten better. *** Later… Spits and I laid next to each other cuddling naked on a cloud in the afterglow of another round of love making. Our swim gear had been scattered on our makeshift bed. It turns out whenever an angel wears something long enough part of their mana rubs off on it making it not phase through clouds. Of course for non-enchanted clothing this effect would only last a short time, maybe a few hours, before dissipating and the worn clothing becoming as they were before. Our wings were wrapped around us in a feathered cocoon as we had a little pillow talk. “So Spits, are marriages like back home for you?” She thought for a moment while she caressed my arm which was wrapped around her waist, holding her against me. “Well the ratio of men to women varies from city to city as well as the smaller towns. It seems as though women outnumber men about three to one in most small towns while in major cities it’s probably closer to one and a half to one ratio. Of course there are a few oddball towns out there with a perfect male to female ratio, but that’s usually the norm. “As you can probably guess that leaves more women than men, so it is not that uncommon for polygamy to happen with at least two to three women per marriage to a man. Monogamous marriages also happen quite regularly as well. But there are some weird sub-laws for men who want to enter a union,” she continued. “How so?” I asked as I lightly rubbed her thigh. “They have to make quarterly ‘deposits’ at a sperm bank for female-female couples that want to have kids. It’s weird, but it makes sense in terms of the ratio of men to women in the long run. There’s also a law that states that sisters can’t be married to the same man to keep the gene pool as diverse as possible.” “Those are some interesting laws. Anything on monogamous couples?” “Just that they sign the proper paperwork at an official building and have it filed.” We lay there just enjoying the feel of each other’s warmth before we both just nodded off. We didn’t sleep all that long, just long enough for Spits’ legs not to feel like jello anymore and me to not be truly tired from our activity. Also on another positive note I can cross two more things off the ol’ bucket list: joining the mile high club, and a new addition being having sex on a cloud. Next up I believe is to drag race on the Autobahn. We quickly redressed, luckily our swimwear didn’t faze through the clouds leaving us to sneak back into our room trying to hide our nudity from the world. I’d suck getting a ticket for public indecency and then I’d have to explain the wings, so yeah just a bad thing overall if we had waited longer. When we got back to the room we just stripped down and crawled into bed. Sleep came quickly to us as our shared warmth heated up the blankets. Spits cuddled up next to me and I wrapped my arms around her. I had a feeling of contentment, her breathing and holding onto my arm told me that she was happy too. The next few days blew by. We went snorkeling in the clear waters of the Pacific and went surfing one day. We had to wear those wet suits for both, you know because of the whole wing predicament. Another day we went on a plane tour of the islands. I mean yeah we could have flown ourselves, but we got to sit back and relax as we saw the sights. We saw a waterfall that we later returned to that night for some more ‘alone time.’ And there’s another check off the bucket list. The day after that we checked out the volcanoes. To be honest it was kind of boring, but seeing some lava was a bit interesting. It was like seeing Old Faithful, you see it once and that’s good enough. Later on that day we walked along the beach hand-in-hand letting the waves splash at our ankles. We watched the sunset on the east side, it was quite beautiful. There weren’t many other people here, the occasional person was still swimming and there were a few people gathered around a bonfire. “Hey,” I said getting Spits’ attention. “I never really thought about it but why were you carrying a gun when we first met if Equestria is at peace right now?” She held my hand as we walked along. “Well it’s standard kit for pilots. You never know where you’re going to end up. If you end up in a friendly populated area then you don’t have to use it or have to worry about it. BUT on the other hand if you end up someplace hostile or desolate and have to hunt or protect yourself to survive then it’s there.” I nodded in agreement. “Our pilots usually have submachine guns like the MP7 or the P90, or any compact rifle for that matter, in their ejection kit in case they have to bail out over enemy territory. Luckily we haven’t have one of our pilots in enemy territory since a conflict in the Balkans almost thirty or forty years ago, but that’s missions that weren’t off the record.” We walked for a good while longer before we turned around and headed back to the hotel. The next day we located a small island too small to house anyone. A sandbar really. We spent the better part of the afternoon and early evening getting intimate on the sand, the waves crashing over our bare bodies. I also knocked off another ‘tick’ off my bucket list. Yes I know a good ten of them are sex related, but I’ve got others like that Autobahn one. Visiting the Great Pyramids and the Great Wall are included on it as well. The final day I decided to visit the USS Arizona at Pearl Harbor, mostly to pay my respects. After all, the generation that fought that war was and is considered the greatest generation of our time. Personally I still think that. They fought in the largest war and stopped a genocidal maniac amongst other things. As I looked over the balcony of the memorial I saw the main part of the island as well as Ford Island. In this ship no more than a dozen yards below me was the grave of 1,102 souls. It’s one of those surreal moments that makes you think that no matter how much the world changes and advances in technology war really hasn’t changed a bit. People still die, the methods and tactics have changed. Later Spits and I were leaning on the railing of our room, tomorrow we’d have to leave. This left us time to think about our little visit in paradise. We had a great time, regardless to the fact that our hips, thighs, and loins are sore as ever. That hike yesterday was a pain after all we had done the previous night. We visited the sights, had local cuisine, a few mai tais, had lots of intimate times together without the interruptions of work or any other real pressing matters. Honestly I wish this could last forever, however all good things must come to an end sooner or later. Tomorrow we head back home to Vegas.