Riding in Coach
Trotting to the loading platform, after paying for his ticket, Frigid stretched his wings. It wasn’t a terrible day to fly, but he’d prefer not to spend over an hour sailing through the frosty skies. After paying a visit with friends for the weekend, it was time to make the trip back home; a relatively blasé affair - at least, that’s what he’d thought.
The exterior of the train station, just beside the tracks, was relatively vacant, though something caught his eye. Resting on a bench, enduring the cold temperature, sat a lone unicorn. Black of coat, with a shaggy white mane and tail, an alabaster spot covered her upper face and the top of her muzzle. Interesting coloration aside, her strangely cat-like eyes, a brilliant amethyst, lazily gazed into the distance - until they didn’t.
Noticing Frigid, she smiled and amiably waved a hoof in his direction. In her free limb, she held what appeared to be an oversized colorful worm or noodle of some sort. Curious and with little else to do until the train arrived, he trotted over to introduce himself - after all, saying hello couldn’t hurt. Making his way towards her, brushing his mane back with a wing, he grinned.
“Don’t care to wait inside?” he asked, beaming down at her. Despite being seated, he could tell she was rather small for a pony.
“Yeah, I kinda prefer it outside,” she responded, giving a shrug. Hefting the floppy thing in her hoof, she gave the colorful length a lick.
“Exactly what is that?” Frigid inquired, squinting down at the strange object.
“Giant gummy worm,” the mare replied, “guy in town sells ‘em at a candy shop. They’re hella expensive though.”
“Got a bit of a sweet tooth, eh?” he snickered, watching her nibble its tip. He couldn’t help but have a lewd passing thought, as he gazed upon the vaguely phallic piece of oversized candy. Shaking his head, dispelling the inappropriate mental image, he extended a foreleg. “Sorry, where are my manners, the name’s Frigid.”
“Leech,” she answered, shaking his hoof. Squinting up at him, a sly smirk crossed her face. “Kinda looks like a dick doesn’t it?” she conspiratorially whispered, wobbling the length of sugary goodness.
“I…” Frigid coughed, caught off guard by the salacious comment. Fidgeting slightly, feeling his cheeks redden, he sought to change the subject. “You said they’re expensive?”
Reclining on the bench, Leech gave a second shrug. “Yeah, but it’s not like I paid for it…”
“You swiped it?” he quietly exclaimed.
“Nah nah nah, I didn’t steal it,” the mare laughed, waving a hoof to dismiss his concern, “but I didn’t pay for it.”
Knitting his brow, Frigid tried to put the pieces together. “If you didn’t buy it, and you didn’t swipe it, how did you get it?”
Leech’s smile broadened, as she lifted the soft length towards her face. Swinging open her jaw, staring him dead in the eyes, she slipped the end of the worm into her maw. Taking a breath and relaxing her throat, she jammed inch after inch of the pliable candy into her esophagus; after nearly half of the two foot confection had crept into her snout, she pursed her lips around it’s sugary girth and pulled it free.
“Something like that,” she quipped, shooting him a wink.
Utterly at a loss for words, Frigid was left to wonder if she’d sucked off the shop owner or simply shown him what she could do with the gummy worm; either way, he was stunned and more than a little turned on. Unsure of what to say, after such a sinful display, he was saved by the distant sound of an air whistle.
Watching the stallion’s shocked reaction, Leech hopped down from her seat. Standing before him, she got a better appreciation of just how big Frigid was - yeah, she’d run across a few creatures who rivaled his size, though they were few and far between. He was easily in the extra large category, as far as ponies went, standing nearly a head and shoulders taller than she.
Covered in a powder blue coat and plumage, the pegasus stallion’s eyes were a gorgeous shade of teal. His mane and tail, a dirty blonde, wonderfully complimented his feathers and fur. He was pretty well built, for a winged pony, which only served to add to his chiseled good looks. She had to admit, he was quite the tall drink of water.
“So, you live around here?” she distractedly asked, pulling a wrapper from her satchel to secure her candy cargo.
Shaking his head, Frigid looked to the oncoming train. “Canterlot,” he said, peering down at her. “Just headed home from a visit.”
“Huh! What a coincidence,” Leech chuckled, reaching up and nudging his broad chest, “that’s where I’m heading.”
Refraining from saying anything, lest his words get drowned out by the blaring horn and raucous of the slowing locomotive, Frigid resigned himself to smile at the quirky mare. She was certainly odd, though having someone to chat with on the trip would be a pleasant way to wile away the time. As the train ground to a halt, she shuffled up to his side.
No sooner had the lumbering machine stopped than the doors of the passenger cars opened and ponies came streaming out. Fetching his ticket, which he’d tucked under one wing, Frigid stepped forward. Almost on cue, an inspector, wearing a conductor’s cap and spectacles, stepped out of the carriage and stood vigil by the entrance.
“Hey,” Leech hissed, scampering closer to the pegasus and elbowing him in the side, “just bear with me and I’ll make it worth your while.”
Before Frigid could ask what she meant, the train attendant expectantly held out his hoof. Without a thought, he presented his ticket for the inspector, although the impish mare didn’t budge a muscle. Glancing over at her, noting her forlorn expression, his brow creased.
“I...I’m sorry, Sir,” Leech muttered, meekly kicking at the concrete with her hoof. “I think I left my ticket at the hotel. B...but my coltfriend can vouch for me! We were in such a rush this morning that I may have left it,” she lamented, giving the railway employee the most excruciating puppy-dog eyes she could muster.
Shocked by the shameless lie, as well as just how smoothly she’d put on the pitiful facade, Frigid weighed his options. Considering he’d just met the mare and knew next to nothing about her, he wasn’t inclined to help her get a free ride - however, she was entertaining and undeniably cute, so he figured why not. Steeling himself, he cleared his throat.
“Yeah, sorry, she’s kind of a ditz sometimes,” he grunted, leaning over and ruffling her mane. “It’s not too much of a problem, is it?” he asked, warmly smiling at the inspector.
With a heavy sigh, the attendant rolled his eyes and stepped aside. “Just don’t make a habit of it, Missey,” he groused, standing aside for the pair to enter.
Frigid couldn’t help himself. Extending a wing, pulling Leech closer, he trotted into the passenger car beside her. He wasn’t thrilled with ripping off the train, yet he’d always had a bit of a soft spot for ponies in need; the company would be fine, but the mysterious mare may’ve been stranded without his help. Proceeding inside, he selected a pew-like seat at the far back of the carriage.
“After you,” he intoned, gesturing to the bench.
“Nah, you first. Just trust me,” Leech shot back, motioning for him to take the inner spot.
Shrugging, Frigid did as requested. He’d presumed she would like one of the coveted window seats, but he didn’t have a preference. Stepping in and easing himself down, she followed in behind him. Sorcerously flicking a bit of her frizzy mane from her face, the unicorn bashfully smirked over at him.
“Thanks for that,” she began, wiggling on the cushion beside him. Truthfully, she hadn’t known if he’d go for her little gambit, so she was extraordinarily grateful.
“If you don’t mind me askin’, why didn’t you have a ticket?” Frigid inquired, raising an eyebrow.
Rolling her head over the padded back of the chair, Leech groaned. “Because I’m flat broke, but I’m trying to fix that. Heard about some uppity chick in Canterlot who’s lookin’ to hire a maid, so that’s where I’m headed,” she explained.
“And if I hadn’t given you a hoof with your little scheme?” he pressed, interested to hear if she’d actually had a backup plan.
Throwing a hoof over her shoulder, pointing towards the rear of the train, she looked over at him. “There’s a couple of freight cars in the back - if nothing else, I would’ve stowed away on one of those; wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it and it probably won’t be the last.”
Taken aback by the admission, Frigid’s expression faltered. “So, wait, where do you live?”
“Here and there,” Leech asserted, nonchalantly inspecting her hoof.
“You’re homeless?” he blurted, immediately covering his mouth. Whether it was true or not didn’t matter, since openly asking such a thing wasn’t exactly appropriate. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”
“Nah, you’re fine. I prefer the term free spirit,” she giggled, dismissing his concern. “I get by just fine, so don’t worry about it. Anyhow, what about you? You got a place for yourself? Family? All that good jazz?”
“House, yes. Family, not really. I got my folks and siblings, but I live alone,” Frigid sighed, relieved by the slight change of subject.
Even though the little unicorn didn’t seem upset by his question, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern for her. If she was catching a ride to Canterlot in the hope of procuring a job, she still wouldn’t have a place to stay or, if he had to guess, any resources to draw from. Since she’d lied her way onto the train and swindled a giant gummy worm from a shop owner - not to mention how she’d freely admitted to being broke - he was left to presume she didn’t have many, if any bits to spare.
“Oh ho!” Leech chuckled, leaning closer to him. “Got a little studly bachelor pad, eh? Well, if you ever want a bed warmer, I’m your mare,” she added, waggling her eyebrows at him.
Pinching the bridge of his snout, Frigid screwed his eyes closed. “I’m sorry but do you have a place to stay in Canterlot?”
“What? Dude, I’m just pulling your leg about crashing at your place,” she hastily countered, shrinking back slightly. “Really, I’ll be fine.”
“Leech, it’s the dead of winter and I’m not sure if the shelters in town are full or not,” he huffed, sternly peering over at her.
The thought of her wandering the streets, begging for alms or - Celestia help her - turning tricks to get a roof for the night sent a chill through him. Regardless of whether or not he knew much about her, she didn’t seem like a bad pony - maybe a little odd, sure, but not bad. Nopony deserved to be out in the cold, especially if they were actually trying to get their act together. Emboldened, he pressed onward.
“And even if they aren’t to capacity, you’re gonna need to be presentable if you’re trying to get a job somewhere,” he continued.
Askance, looking the pegasus from head to hoof, Leech sat mute. He wasn’t actually trying to help her - was he? Staring him down, she tried to determine if he was serious or not. After a few seconds, she cracked a smile. “You’re just dickin' with me.”
“When’s your interview?” Frigid inquired, leveling a hoof at her.
“Uh...I don’t have one? I was just gonna -” she cut herself off, as he facehoofed.
“Leech, you can’t just show up and hope to land a gig,” he groused, wearily shaking his head. Sweet stars above, it was so much worse than he’d thought. “Ok ok ok - If I let you crash at my place, only for a few days, would you promise me you’d do your best to get a job?”
Stricken by his kindness, the slightest blush met Leech’s cheeks. It wasn’t every day somepony extended an offer of that magnitude, though she’d be remiss for pointing out the folly of his blind benevolence. Shuffling closer to him, she rested her head on his shoulder.
“Yes Dad,” she hummed, rubbing her cheek against his upper foreleg. “But you should know that bleeding heart of yours could get you into trouble…”
As the mare’s warmth seeped through his fur, Frigid suppressed a shudder. “Just...Just don’t do anything weird, ok? Oh, and don’t call me Dad,” he warmly murmured.
“Would you prefer Daddy,” Leech cooed, reaching over to massage his chest.
Under the delicate frog of her hoof, she could feel just how well built he was. Caressing the pegasus, appreciating the toned muscle, her keratinous appendage drifted down his torso. Cracking one eye open, she peeked down to his groin. The dark, stone blue flesh of his bare crotch met her eyes.
Despite Frigid’s stallionhood being hidden within its sheath, she could tell it was like the rest of him - large and inviting. Beneath his concealed unit sat a pair of similarly colored testes, each of which appeared to be roughly the size of a small orange. Unabashedly gazing down at his equipment, her mouth began to water.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Frigid grumbled, keenly aware of what had caught the unicorn’s attention.
Though his equipment wasn’t the largest he’d seen or heard of, it was on the sizable side; he’d caught mares and even a few stallions stealing glances at his loins before, so he wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t the first time somepony had openly gawked at his junk and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Sure, it wasn’t like it was freakishly huge or anything, but his previous partners hadn’t done much to help with his modesty.
“I know where your eyes are,” Leech whispered, without looking up.
Twisting her lower half, swinging her hind legs onto the bench, she ran her face down the stallion’s barrel. As her snout crept ever closer to his goods, she got her first good whiff of him and - Holy Tartarus - did he smell nice. Without a care in the world, she eased her head onto his lap.
“What’re you…” Frigid trailed off, as a movement from the isle caught his attention. Standing not but a hoofful of feet away was the inspector from the station. “C...Can I help you?” he asked, feeling the warmth of the unicorn’s breath against the sensitive skin of his nethers.
“No, not really. You know, you two really do make a cute couple,” the attendant merrily remarked, straightening his glasses, “reminds me of my youth. Anyways, I didn’t mean to bother y’all. Have a pleasant trip!” With that, he continued on his stroll through the locomotive.
Taking a moment, remembering that Leech and he were far from alone, Frigid took stock of his surroundings. As far as he could tell, there were roughly two dozen ponies in the passenger car with them. The seats were all roughly head level, but his height allowed him to get a decent view of where everypony was situated. Though he couldn’t see them, he could hear a number of young colts or fillies in the carriage.
“You hear that,” Leech snorted, turning her head to look up at him, “he thought we were a couple.”
Peering over, seeing the mare’s contentedly wiggling tush, Frigid swallowed hard. Her attention, paired with the view of her lower back and rump, left him in a bit of a pickle. Feeling his length peek from his sheath, he cursed under his breath. The last thing he needed was for her to notice…
“Well well well,” Leech chortled, spying the tip of his stallionhood appear. Unlike the rest of him, the stud’s dick was a delectable shade of blush pink. Bringing her muzzle to it, she booped it with her nose. Be damned if she knew why, but she’d always had a weakness for broncos with mottled dicks. “Aren’t you the cutest little fella!”
“He’s not that little…” Frigid offhandedly grouched, scrunching his snout.
“He’s not?” Leech rebuked in mock disbelief, holding a hoof to her cheek.
The pegasus and unicorn’s eyes met, as each looked to the other. Without saying a word, the slightest grin met their lips. The casual flirting, their sunny dispositions, and unspoken, mutual attraction towards one another meant only one thing - the game was afoot…
Lazily peering over her shoulder, making sure she wasn’t being watched, Leech returned her attention back to the stallion’s groin. As cool and collected as a cucumber, she stretched her limbs, yawned, leaned in, and wrapped her lips around the emerged bit of stallionhood beneath her. Given her position, draped over his hind leg, any passersby should only see a lazy mare resting on her coltfriend - though that was far from the case.
As the warmth of Leech’s mouth graced his tool, Frigid inhaled sharply. Reclining, throwing his forelegs onto the back of the couch-like seat, he kept a silent vigil and enjoyed the impromptu oral. It wasn’t the first time he’d had somepony flung themselves at him, though it was likely the fastest for a sober mare. Flexing his pelvis, he intentionally caused his shaft to swell in her mouth.
Massaging the sensitive underside of the stud’s hardening member with her tongue, Leech delicately applied a bit of vacuum. Since she was administering a blowjob in an occupied train car full of ponies, with little to hide her scandalous act, she kept her movements subtle. Willing her tail to remain draped over her rump, fighting the aroused urge to lift it, she sluggishly ground her thighs together.
Like some debased snake charmer, she was treated to an increasing amount of cock in her maw. Breathing through her nose, she leisurely worked her head from side to side. The earthy, masculine notes of stallion flesh were sumptuous, yet there was a small problem. With how quickly Frigid was growing erect, she wouldn’t be able to keep her activities surreptitious for very long.
Determined to throat his growing tool, if only for a brief moment, she filled her lungs and bore down upon the hardening length. As the firm shaft wormed into her esophagus, the stallion trembled beneath her. With her muzzle pressed against the root-like base of his dick, she issued a series of rapid fire bobs of her head. It wasn’t much, but she was hellbent on getting her newfound friend worked up as fast as possible. Then, as quickly as she’d begun, she retreated.
While Leech withdrew, pursing her lips and swabbing his stallionhood clean, Frigid realized he’d been holding his breath. As the mare cleared his dick from her gullet, giving his broad glans a departing kiss, he exhaled. Whoever this mare was, she sure as shit didn’t pull any punches; even though he hadn’t become fully rigid, he was still impressed that she handled him as well as she had - that being said, they were left with a growing problem.
Using a forehoof, he gingerly pressed his throbbing prick down and against his thigh. If Leech sat back up, it would be painfully apparent to anypony who walked by how excited he was. “So...I hope you’re ready to take responsibility for this…” he smugly noted, patting his boner.
“Well,” Leech grunted, pushing herself up, “I guess it can’t be helped…” Standing on the bench, she stepped over his hind legs and turned to face him. “You - uh - wanna let that monster go for a second?”
Confused for a moment, Frigid looked between the mare and his crotch. Coming to grips with what she was planning, he feigned a yawn and extended his wings forward; the cover, while brief, was perfect. With preternatural speed and precision, the unicorn seized his tool with her magic, aligned it with her groin, and impaled herself upon him.
The abruptness of the act was only eclipsed by the sublime warmth and snug, velvety confines in which he found his cock entombed. Gnawing his lip, to stifle himself, he gazed down at her. Reclining slightly, with her forehooves on his knees, he was treated to the barest glimpse of her meaty lower lips stretched around his girth; the view, while arousing as all get-out, was all too brief, as she slowly leaned in and pressed her chest against him.
Seated upon the stud’s lap, Leech gave herself a moment to adjust. The hasty insertion of his member, while bearable, was still intense. As with most issues, her eyes had been bigger than her marehood, though she was far from finished with him. Given their difference in size, with her face only reaching the upper portion of his chest, she wasn’t quite able to whisper sinful nothings to his ear, so she did the next best thing.
“Daddy,” she softly moaned, gyrating her hips, “you’re just so big…”
Playing the Daddy card was always a risky tactic, with most stallions either loving or hating it, but she soon got all the confirmation she needed. As his wings folded around her, virtually obscuring her from view, he lightly bucked his waist upward. Jostled by the plunge, feeling the head of his dick kiss her womb, she shivered in delight - Jackpot…
“Oh really?” Frigid sighed, seeing Leech’s face contort in pleasure. Something about knowing she enjoyed it, especially after having taunted him, filled him with determination to push the envelope. Gliding his pinions over her back, he thrust into her a second time; her muffled whimper was everything he could have dreamt of. “Go on…”
“S...so big,” she continued, rocking her waist forward and back, “but I...I’m sure all the mares tell you that.”
Grinding her snout against the tuft of fur between his pecs, she inhaled deeply. As the bronco’s rich aroma filled her sinuses, her snatch seized upon his shaft. Not only was he filling her depths to capacity, but his medial ring was almost perfectly seated against her g-spot. Craning her neck up, she pecked his chin.
“Rut me like you mean it, you handsome devil…”
Railing against the impulse to go all out, yet eager to oblige her, Frigid braced his back hooves against the floor and started humping. Positioned as they were, with her effectively riding him in a seated cowgirl, his movements were relatively limited; but that didn’t mean he was totally powerless. Drilling into her, feeling her clamp down on his backstrokes, he relished the sublime heat and velvety embrace of her marehood.
Straddling him, bouncing her ass on his lap, she closed her eyes and fixated on the sensations the pegasus afforded her. Just as she synchronized her motions to his, it all came to a sudden halt. Looking up, squinting in confusion, she found him glaring down at her. His expression, warm until that moment, was cold and stern.
“Get off,” Frigid instructed, helping her dismount before she got the chance to start moving. Retracting his wings, turning and guiding her to the cushion beside himself, he hopped off the chair. Taking a step forward, extending one feathery limb, he jarringly hauled the short mare onto his back. “I may as well help you get it out of your system, since I doubt you’ll leave me alone until you’re satisfied…”
Draped over the towering stallion’s shoulders, Leech wasn’t sure how to react. Jostling slightly with each step, she glanced around to see where they were going. Moving towards the front of the cabin, she spied a closed compartment at the far end of the passenger car. A rictus grin split her features, as she put the pieces together.
Keeping quiet, as they approached the bathroom, her sex clenched hungrily. She’d only just gotten a titillating taste of what he could deliver and she wasn’t going to be happy until she’d had her fill. Humming cheerfully to herself, realizing she was about to get exactly what she wanted, the stud reached the bathroom, opened the door, and carried her along with him.
“Now, if you’re so damn determined to get some action, how about you...” Frigid’s chiding faltered, as he turned from closing the door.
Like a well trained strumpet, the unicorn had already pressed her chest to the floor and spread her hind legs. Spying her resented before the sink, with her marehood winking invitingly, his turgid member twitched. Even by a drunken prom date’s standards, she was hitting the gas something fierce. Chuckling to himself, bringing his muzzle to her upturned rear, he gave her drooling entrance a lick.
“How about you mount me like a good colt,” Leech haughtily teased.
She was a bit surprised that she’d gotten him wrapped around her hoof that quickly, although she wasn’t going to complain. While she would have been perfectly content to fuck herself on him in their seat, the change of location would allow the two of them far more movement and privacy. Hearing him shift, seeing his forehooves slam onto the sink to either side of her head, she pushed herself backward.
With his length gliding over her pillowy backside, Frigid fought the urge to laugh. She thought she was in control, having tempted him to action, but the truth couldn’t be further from it; true, he certainly didn’t mind getting his dick wet, but he really wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine - after all, she was the one who’d kicked things off.
“Oh yeah,” Leech purred, feeling him shift above her, “give me that fat fu-Gah!” Her goading was cut woefully short, as he roughly drove himself into her.
“What’s the matter? Where’d all that confidence get off to?” Frigid laughed, as he languidly began to pump his hips.
“Just - Mmmph - couldn’t resist - Aaaahn - a good rutting, huh?” Leech weakly chortled.
Lurching forward with each thrust, she steadied herself and rocked back to meet him. Beyond his physical size, in both frame and endowment, he was remarkably strong for a pegasus. Bearing down, she squeezed his vascular stallionhood in her confines. She was down, but she was far from out.
Playfully cocking his head to the side, amazed with her resolve, Frigid reared his waist back, withdrew nearly the entirety of his length, and savagely slammed it back into her sopping wet canal. The impetus of the powerful move sent her body skidding forward an inch and nearly caused her face to crash against the sink’s base. The exotic spice of a power struggle, having met a mare who might be able to keep up with him, elevated the experience to a new level - one which ignited a rare spark within him.
“You were saying?” he mused, continuing his carnal assault.
“H...Harder,” she croaked, her vice-like cunt fiercely gripping his tool. Without waiting for any sort of response, she started screwing herself upon him.
She’d met stallions like him before and they were all the same. Sure, the big lug might have size on his side, but like any wild stud, he just needed to be broken - that being said, it was going to be an uphill battle. Though her willpower and mind were clear, the downright heavenly sensation of being rutted by a pony as large as him was extraordinarily taxing.
Matching her zeal, Frigid hammered into the lusty unicorn. “Bet you love - Mmmmn - this don’t you, Slut,” he grunted, his voice ringing over the steady Plap Plap Plap of their bodies colliding.
“Shut up and - Unf - fuck me you - Oh god - magnificent Stud,” Leech growled, rocking back to meet his thrusts.
In spite of how tight she was, he had to admit, he was impressed with how well she was handling him. Usually, mares tended to lose composure after he actually started plowing, but Leech was different. The tenacious unicorn was giving as good as she got - which meant only one thing. Adjusting the angle of his plunges ever so slightly, his weighty nuts slapped against her winking clit.
The additional stimulation sent lightning bolts of pleasure through Leech’s comparably diminutive frame. Between the dirty talk of her sensual rival, his scale, and the sheer magnitude of his rutting, she was quickly losing ground. With the warm tingles of an impending release growing within her belly, feeling every magnificent vein and ridge on the big bastard’s length, she dug in.
“It’s so fucking GOOD,” she wailed, throwing her head back in delight.
The loud outburst, paired with her enthusiasm, pushed Frigid closer to the edge. His heart thundered in his chest, as his shaft pistoned in and out of her astonishingly cozy snatch. With a snort, caving to his bestial urges, the speed and force of his pounding hips increased. Like it or not, she’d soon get what she desired.
Struggling to remain upright, Leech was pushed to her limit. Try as she might, she couldn’t deny the sublime ministrations of the towering pegasus. Sensing him beginning to flare within her, scraping the sensitive interior of her depths with his divine tool, a part of her realized he had to be close; but it hardly mattered. Her limbs barely obeyed her, while her mind started to go blank. With her sanity on the brink, quivering from head to hoof, she put the icing on the cake.
“Fill me up you beautiful bastard!” she howled, just as her marehood convulsed and squirted her feminine nectar to the floor.
The final orgasmic howl was Frigid’s death knell. Hilting himself, jamming every inch of his stallionhood into her sex, he snorted triumphantly. His balls pulled to his groin, roiling with seed, sending shot after seething shot of jizz through his pulsing shaft. Pressed tightly against her cervix, locked in place by his bloated glans, he bathed her interior with his essence.
The nirvanic heat and pressure of the stud’s cum caused Leech’s climax to redouble. Braying to the heavens, practically convulsing with raw unfettered rapture, she struggled to remain conscious. Ultimately, after the overwhelming majority of his spunk had been deposited within her, her legs collapsed. Crashing to the floor, heaving air into her chest, nut erupted from her gaping entrance.
Ponderously, on shaking legs, Frigid eased himself down. The mare’s glazed over eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, until they ultimately settled on him. Grinning, giving her a minute to recuperate, she had one more surprise in store for him. Turning towards him, unsteadily pushing herself up on her forelegs, she licked his softening dick clean.
“You really are something,” he snickered, grinning down at her.
“S..says the - Cough - guy who just fucked me in a bathroom,” she blithely retorted, mopping his slickened shaft with her tongue.
Shaking his head, plucking a few paper towels from a nearby dispenser, he lent a helping hoof to her cleanup efforts. The floor was slippery with a cocktail of their juices, leaving them to remove the mess they’d made. Fun aside, they couldn’t leave the restroom in such a state.
“Sweet Celestia, I don’t think I have seen a stallion cum this much since I hooked up with a zebra! Pent up much?” Leech joked, precariously getting to her hooves.
“Only a few days,” Frigid responded, tossing the sullied tissues into the waste bin.
“Damn! Remind me not to fuck you if you’ve been blue-balled for a month,” she laughed, licking her lips clean of his salty remnants. “You about done?”
Looking around, ensuring he’d wiped the area clean as well as possible, Frigid nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s most of it. You bedded a zebra once?”
“Yup. Big fucker, all talk, had him crying for mama like that,” Leech asserted, tapping her hoof to punctuate her point.
“If he was anything like that striped mare I had a roll with, I can sympathize - soaked my sheets clean through to the mattress,” Frigid chortled, remembering the event.
“Squirter, huh? Yeah, you gotta be careful of those! One time, I almost drowned this young griffon who really wanted me to sit on his face! Thought I’d done the poor bastard in!” she mirthfully added, reminiscing on the waterlogged bird-cat’s countenance.
“Griffons? I’ve always been kinda weary of them - really not too keen on having a beak which can rend flesh around my junk,” he jested, fully aware that they weren’t that dangerous.
“Nah nah nah, they got these little beak guards to keep ‘em from doing any damage. Heck, you can find ‘em in most sex shops!” she merrily explained, throwing the door open and shambling back into the car.
Following behind her, noting the trail of his jizz creeping down her inner thigh, Frigid smiled to himself. Each of them had worked up a sweat, they were more than a little disheveled, and they likely reeked of sex; to make matters worse, he had little doubt that everypony in the train heard them going at it. As he’d expected, the ponies in the carriage either scowled or stared at them, cementing his suspicion, but it didn’t stop Leech.
Either grossly unaware or uncaring of the disdain of her fellow passengers, the unicorn half staggered, half strutted back to their seat. To say that mares like her were rare was an understatement; crazy, lecherous, or perhaps some combination of both, there was an undeniable confidence in her faltering steps. Trotting up behind her, he did what he could to hide her leaking snatch.
“So,” she hummed, shuffling to the window seat, “about that zebra you were lucky enough to bag…”
A genuine smile crept across Frigid’s face, as he seated himself beside his newfound companion. With over an hour left to kill on their trip, he had little doubt that the time would fly by. He had no way to tell if she’d take him up on his offer to crash with him, but he was more determined than ever to help her out. If nothing else, she’d be fun to hang around with and he wouldn’t mind having the company.
“Well, it all started when I was at a snowboarding competition,” he began, recounting the tale of the aforementioned fling…