Synopsis:
After a long gruelling battle with the Epsilon Consortium, Anon managed to narrowly flee the rapidly deteriorating spaceship that he had served on, only to find himself trapped in an escape pod alongside a young woman. How can they survive, when the pod's survival system are only designed for single occupancy?
About:
This story takes a slower and gradual approach. If you are only interested in the explicit parts, you might want to jump to chapter 2 or even wait for chapter 3 (I will start posting more chapters here, if there is enough interest.)
Kinks:
following kinks will not be in part 1 yet, but appear in later chapters: reluctance, non-consent / dub-con, unintended edging, accidental sex, unwanted arousal, sleeping / unconsciousness, accidental bondage
Not in this series:
spanking, dirty talk, intentional infliction of pain, intentional bondage, traditional dom/sub relationships, humiliation
Chapter 01 - Escape
So is this the end? Anon dashed through the winding hallways of the starship, feeling it quake and shudder around him. All he could see were flickering lights and passing shadows; it seemed as though anything stable was being ripped from his grasp in an instant of time. He felt a chill, like something deep inside of him knew that this could be it--this could be his last run.
He was rushing towards the escape pods, with people all around him screaming. Together, they had been attempting to stand up against the almost insurmountable power of the Epsilon Consortium. It was a battle they weren't meant to win, and it seemed hopeless to them all. But even so, they had refused to give up and fight until their dying breath. And now that day had come; it was time for their last stand--time for them to run away before it was too late.
Anon had been staying in the machine room until the very last second, desperately attempting to fix and keep their spaceship running. His great friend and colleague had passed away by his side while others had abandoned much earlier. He knew there was a huge possibility that all of the escape pods were already gone or destroyed by this point.
As he inched closer and closer to the escape pod launch pads, he could hear footsteps of other people running behind him. His heart sank as he saw flames raging close to the last few pods. metal beams and panels had collapsed, creating a barricade in front of the launching pads making it difficult for anyone escaping. He started to panic, not believing what was happening before him. The sound of screeching metal only added to his fear as he looked around in desperation for a way out.
Anon's body ached with exhaustion from the day's battle, but he mustered up the last of his strength and began to clear away the debris that was blocking the escape pods. As more and more of his crew-mates began helping him, they eventually freed a few of them. He insisted that all of the youngest members get into a pod as soon as they could before it was too late. With every second that passed by, he knew they were running out of time.
The ship was in serious danger, with fire and explosions quickly approaching. With a sense of urgency, they worked tirelessly until everyone had been safely evacuated into the available escape pods. Anon gave a sigh of relief as he watched the last crew member board before turning his attention to his own escape plan. He spotted two pods remaining and without pause ran towards it, prepared to embark on his own journey away from certain destruction. Each step seemed to take an eternity but eventually he reached it and leapt inside.
These escape pods were not a sure thing when it came to survival. The Epsilonian battleships and fighters made it their mission to track them down and destroy them with unparalleled efficiency. There was also the very real danger they would be consumed by the debris of decimated vessels that peppered the lonely darkness of space.
Even if they managed to remain unscathed, there was the slight chance that they would never be found by anyone. The pods themselves were limited in their engine power and could not fly quickly enough to reach inhabited planets or friendly ships. Anon had heard stories of astronauts being stranded in escape pods for up to two years or more, dependant on the grace of fate and luck. It was simply a waiting game that these individuals had no control over; with only a vague idea when -- and if -- they would ever be rescued.
Luckily the escape pods were equipped with long lasting life support systems, and a cryogenic chamber which could place the passenger in an induced deep sleep. This would allow them to pass through time unconscious, without becoming aware of how much had passed. In theory they could remain in this state for over 10 years, before being woken up by a rescuer who had come to their aid.
As Anon jumped into his pod, he quickly removed his pants and jacket with a sense of urgency. He knew that the life support system could only be attached to the body if it was free from any form of clothing. There was also no room to move around in the pod, and removing his clothes after he had entered would have been almost impossible.
As the lid of his capsule was being lowered, he watched in horror as the space-ship disintegrated right in front of him. The whole metal structure buckled and folded, one of its walls crashing open to reveal the tremendous expanse beyond it. Everything that wasn't bolted down got sucked up into the airless vacuum: loose bits of metals, sparks and flames which lit up like a firework against the black night sky.
That was when he caught sight of a young woman making her way into the launch pads hall. Her clothes were tattered and she had quite a few cuts and bruises across her body and face; it was obvious she was in distress, searching frantically for a way out. And then suddenly, they both realised that the last remaining escape pod was being pulled away through the hole in the wall of metal.
Anon knew that unless he managed to get out of his pod, there would be no way for her to escape. Gritting his teeth, he gathered up every last ounce of strength from within him and pushed against the self-closing lid with every fiber of his being. The metal creaked and groaned in protest as he fought against it, but thankfully he managed to keep it open - just long enough for her to make her way towards him.
He was struggling with an impossible choice, if he got out of the pod, the lid would swing shut immediately afterwards, leaving him and her stranded. The only way to keep it open was for him to remain within. He felt a crippling sense of horror; on the one hand, if he allowed the lid to close then he could save himself but the girl would be doomed. On the other hand, if he kept it open then neither of them would survive. It seemed like a cruel twist of fate and he knew that either way he couldn't save them both.
Reaching the pod, Anon could see pure terror in her eyes. She didn't want to die here. He held up the tight opening and with a supreme effort, she managed to crawl into the pod with him. Even though Anon was sure that this wasn't an option - he knew these pods were designed for single occupancy only.
The life support systems and interior space of the escape pod had been precisely configured and were incredibly cramped, but he wasn't prepared to leave her out there in the inferno. She held tightly to him as he reluctantly released his grip on the lid, allowing it to close with a hiss.