“Sorry, Ma’am,” said the earth pony conductor from the grassy hillside next to the track, “But the line’s gotta fly in parts from Las Pegasus before we can fix the boiler. We’re gonna be waiting for at least another two hours.” He had big fluffy sideburns and wore the stern black uniform of the Equestrian Transit Authority. He maintained a dignified stance even as his gaze wobbled like he was about to pass out from heat exhaustion.

“It’s okay!” said Sweetie Belle, leaning out the passenger car window with her arms crossed under her belly. “I understand!” The sun baked the top of her head. It was a beautiful but brutal day in the Equestrian midwest, the third day of a blistering heatwave that’d made it a blessing to be at the seaside around Mount Aris when it hit.

It made a horrible day to be on a train cross-principality.

“Thank you kindly, ma’am,” said the earth pony, tipping his hat to her. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go take off my jacket and sit in the shade. Powerful hot today.”

“Oh, crazy hot,” said Sweetie, fanning herself with one hand. “It’s gotta suck, being dressed all in black like that on a day like today.”

“Part of the job, ma’am,” said the earth pony, walking off. “But it’s a lovely day, otherwise. Gonna enjoy it as much as I’m able, while I’m able.

Sweetie Belle sighed and flopped back across her bench in the passenger car. “Oh, fuck me. I’m so hot.”

Terramar, sitting across from her on the facing bench, blushed bright red. Sweetie willed herself not to giggle. She hadn’t meant it like that, but the shocked look on his face was a welcome diversion. “So, um, two more hours?”

“Straight out of the horse’s mouth.” They’d run out of small talk almost before the train for Ponyville had pulled out of Vanhoover, and they didn’t know each other well enough to make it much beyond ‘How’s Silverstream? How are Apple Bloom and Scootaloo?’. They’d been okay to read quietly and stare out the window for the rest of the trip. He seemed like an introvert, and Sweetie didn’t mind quiet time.

But the passenger car’s magical air conditioning was out, and without the breeze of the moving train blowing through the windows, it was too hot to focus on reading. There was nothing to do. At least Sweetie Belle was dressed for the weather, in a halter top and cut-off shorts. Poor Terramar had dressed super formal, for some reason, in a button-down shirt and slacks. Even with his sleeves rolled up, sweat soaked his shirt, and his eyes looked dazed.

He was suffering in more ways than one — in a visibly hard, most of the way to the knee way, to be exact. He had his eyes on her every second he thought she wasn’t looking. And she couldn’t blame him. Her halter top didn’t show much of interest — calling her breasts mosquito bites was generous; her chest was ribby and her tummy a bit rounder than she’d like. But the shorts she was wearing were the kind that buttoned under the tail, rather than having a tail hole. If they slid down even the tiniest bit, they’d show miles of the upper curve of Sweetie’s plump ass cheeks. Sweaty as she was — Sweaty Belle, heh — they slid down constantly, to the point where the fluffy white curls over her pussy were peaking out. She kept pulling them up, and they kept sliding down, and she was just too hot to care anymore. When she’d been leaning out the edge of the window to talk to the conductor, Terramar would have gotten a hell of a show. He might’ve even caught a glimpse of her ponut. All gray and glossy and dewy with sweat. Poor boy.

Sweetie Belle loved these shorts because Rarity hated them. Rarity hated most of Sweetie’s clothes, but Sweetie had specially custom made these to piss her bossy, fussy older sister off. She’d got the tightest, lowest cut pair of jeans she could find, and then cut the legs off so high that the pocket linings covered more of her coat than the denim did. She’d made sure to leave them on the bed while she was packing. Rarity had looked in, and of course, she had to give her the speech.

“Sweetie darling, I don’t mind if you want to advertise your sexuality. You are a healthy young mare, it is perfectly normal, and it is your choice. But it is possible to dress sensually without appearing…” she plucked the denim shorts off the bed. “…common. Now if you will let me, I will…”

Sweetie had plucked the shorts out of her sister’s hand and folded them neatly in her suitcase. The vein under Rarity’s eyelid had started to twitch, and she’d turned on her hoof and left the room.

Good times.

Meanwhile, in the present moment, Terramar was starting to look like he was going to pass out. “Take off your shirt,” said Sweetie.

“What?” said Terramar in a strangled voice.

Sweetie giggled. She rolled over on her side on the train bench and kicked one hoof lazily over the edge of the seat. “You look like you’re going to get heatstroke. Take off your shirt before you pass out.”

“You won’t feel uncomfortable?” said Terramar, fiddling with the top button of his shirt.

“Not as uncomfortable as I’ll feel if they have to medevac you. And it’s not like I haven’t seen it before, you beach bum, you.”

He was out of that thing in seconds, and he looked happier instantly. “Oh, thank you so much,” he said, folding it carefully and draping it over the back of his bench. “I feel better already.”

“You look better already,” she said, drawing out the vowels to lay down double meaning as heavily as she could. She’d seen him half-naked on the beach seventeen separate times last week, and she wanted him bad. Slim though he was, he was muscular, especially in the chest, where his flight muscles gave bulk to his narrow frame. His belly was flat and ribbed, fluffy fur-feathers running down the middle before vanishing mysteriously under his belt.

“Um, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, why?” said Sweetie, pinching her thighs together hard.

“Because you look like you’re about to pounce on me and eat me alive.”

Sweetie narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. “Only if you’re a gentleman and pounce me first.”

Terramar’s face paled. “Haha, good one.”

Sweetie sat up, spread her plump thighs, and unbuttoned her shorts. “I’m serious. C’mon. Just for fun. What else are we gonna do for the next two hours?”

“There are probably lots of…” Sweetie tossed her shorts into his lap. “Oh Harmony. You’re not wearing any panties.”

She ran her fingers through her fluffy pubes, around the glossy smooth gray lips of her pussy. “Listen, honey. I’m bored and hot and horny and I’m going to cum at least once this afternoon. If you want to help you’re welcome to.”

Terramar stood up and walked over to her. He was tall, and sitting down she was almost face to crotch with him.

“Um. Like as friends? Or… are we in love now?”

Sweetie giggled and licked her lips. “I have a lot of ‘friends’.”

She leaned towards his bulge and inhaled. Dry clean cotton pants, young stallion’s sweat, pre-cum. He tangled his talons in her long curly mane. She looked up, and he squatted down to kiss her. She’d expected him to be fumbling and awkward, but though shy, he wasn’t inexperienced. His sharp narrow tongue darted across her lips, and she let it into her mouth. It thrust deep inside her, virile and eager, and she pursed her lips around it and sucked for all she was worth. The sharp edges of his beak hovered above her snout.

“You’ve kissed ponies before,” she gasped, between breaths.

“I like it,” said Terramar. “Your beaks are so soft.”

“Snouts. Not beaks.” She sucked his tongue back into her mouth.

He soon pulled away and started nibbling down her throat. She didn’t like the idea of his razor-sharp beak pecking down her vulnerable neck, so she shoved his head down between her legs. He opened his beaky maw wide over her pussy and she jerked back her hips instinctively. He looked up at her, his innocent blue eyes confused.

“Sorry,” she said, holding her hands to her mouth. “I’ve never been with a griff before. I didn’t think the beak thing through.”

He grinned. “You know how you have oral sex with a griff?”

She blinked. “How?”

“Very carefully. But don’t worry. We’ve mastered the art.”

She stroked his long blue headfeathers, closed her eyes, and leaned against the bench back. “I trust you. But I’m not going to watch, okay?”

Gentle talons ran up her thighs. “Leave everything to me.”

She felt his long tongue traced the lips of her pussy, then slid between them. He flicked inside her opening, tasting her. “Ponies are so sweet,” he said.

Sweetie covered her mouth and laughed, eyes still closed. “My predator friend likes how I taste.”

“Mmhmm,” he said, going back to licking. “Sticky sweet and a little spicy. Like ginger beer.” He slid his tongue as deep into her as it would go and thrust a few times. He poked her womb hatch with the tip, and the point of his beak poked at her lower belly and at her taint. She squeezed his head with her thighs, plump white flesh flattening against his skull. His tongue felt so good up inside of her, but it wasn’t enough. “Clit. Lick. Please.”

He obeyed, sliding out and up. He kissed her little heart-shaped nub. His raptor’s tongue circled her flesh leisurely, like a hungry vulture. Light, gentle, teasing.

Okay, not much like a vulture. She imagined Fluttershy explaining to her that vultures were actually very caring creatures, or something, and giggled.

Terramar looked up. “What?”

“Nothing. Nothing. It’s too hard to explain.” Pleasure built in her loins with agonizing slowness, bringing her close, but not close enough. “Faster. Harder. Please.”

He slowed down. “Please?” she groaned. Talons slid under her ass and gripped it. He pulled her hips forward so that her butt was hanging off the edge of the seat. Hands — so strong for being so slender — held her up, soft palms and sharp claws digging into her flesh. His licking didn’t speed, but kept on, steady and gentle and cruel, teasing her, drawing her towards orgasm, always forward, but never forward fucking fast enough. Sweetie put an arm over her eyes, bit her fingers, twisting in his grasp as energy built in her tummy. She tried to beg him to let her cum, but couldn’t find the words — tension, pleasure, overwhelmed her mind, stilling her tongue.

At last, he hit the right sequence of nerves — up, up, down, down, left, left, left, and then eat the last ghost — and an electric jolt ran through Sweetie’s belly and thighs. She jerked up in the air, torso flopping off the train seat then slamming back down onto it. It knocked the breath out of her, turning what would have been a train conductor-alerting whoop of ecstasy into a soft grunt. Her hand grabbed Terramar’s headfeathers, holding him in place while she shivered out her sweet, sweaty desire.

“You squirted in my mouth,” he said, rubbing his jaw.

“You didn’t bite me!” said Sweetie Belle, thrusting her arms in the air in a gesture of triumph. “Plus I came so hard.”

Terramar blushed and flattened his ruffled headfeathers. “Good. I was worried. You were so quiet.”

Sweetie Belle grabbed his talon. “Don’t just sit over there. Come on. Touch me.”

Terramar slid his talons up her thick thighs, ruffling the short fur of her pearly white coat. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Honey,” she said, pulling him face-to-chest with her. “I want you in every hole.” She stroked the curve of his sharply delineated pectorals.

Terramar's eyes widened. “Every…”

“Two hours ‘til the engine parts come,” purred Sweetie, rubbing her snout against his beak. “Do you think you can go that long without coming? I want to be raw and sore by the time the train starts moving again.”

Terramar closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I don’t know, Sweetie. I could cum just from hearing you talk like that. But I’ll do my best.”

She kissed his cheek. “I believe in you.” she slid her hands down his belly, enjoying the ribbed bumps of his abdominals. One, two, then the belly button and the long curve down towards the groin. She pulled the hem of his slacks down his hips, baring his downy pubic feathers. Her fingers slid down inside his pants, feeling the base of his thick shaft nestled amongst them. “You’re so hard.”

His whole body trembled at her touch. “Oh Ancestors!” he moaned, arching his back and pushing his hips towards her.

“I don’t get you. You’re so confident with a mare’s body, but you seem so… innocent.”

“It never gets old. Touch it. Touch it.”

Sweetie laughed and unbuttoned his slacks. The zipper slid open, and she pulled him free. His cock was long and thick, ridged in the middle and flat on the end like a pony’s. She held her forearm against the shaft. “You’re bigger than my arm! I love it.” Not the biggest she’d seen — she’d been with Macintosh, after all — but she always liked to play-act like every boy was the biggest she’d ever seen. It made them feel good about themselves.

“Is it too big?”

“Don’t be silly. Stand up.”

He rose until his cock was at eye level. His pants fell around his hooves. Sweetie ran both hands up and down the shaft, feeling his silky skin and the pulsing of the big vein on top. She nuzzled the tip, smearing a thin streak of pre across her lips. Lifted it, kissed down the belly of the shaft, over the ring, and down to the loose skin between his cock and his balls. Her nostrils flared, inhaling the musky cumin scent of his sweat. There was a lot of it soaking the fur and feathers between his legs. “Lift your leg up on the seat.”

“Like this?” he said, putting one hoof next to her hip.

Sweetie answered by ducking down. She licked up the sweat between his balls and his thighs and ran her tongue back and forth over his taint a few times. Then she opened her mouth around his heavy, swaying sack. She slid her lips around his large eggs, filling her mouth until her cheeks bulged out. The taste of his sweaty sack overwhelmed her, pheromones tickling the horny regions of her brain and making her pussy ooze onto the train seat.

“You’re good at this,” groaned Terramar, “Can I touch your breasts?”

“Mgh-hm!” If he could find one. She slid the spaghetti straps of her top down, pushing it around her midriff, and both his hands went to her nipples. Sharp-tipped talons gently rolled her nipples back and forth, sending tingles through her chest. She pulled back, drool linking her lips and his balls, and said, “That feels really good. Pinch them.”

“You like it rough?” he said, experimentally squeezing a nipple between his talontips.

“H-h-harder!” gasped Sweetie Belle. She leaned down to suck at his balls some more. Spit filled her mouth, and she didn’t stop sucking and rolling them around her mouth until his ball fur was soaked. Done with that bit of fun, she gripped his shaft by the base and guided the flat flared tip into her mouth. She stretched her lips around it, locked her teeth around the base, enjoyed it’s rubbery, salty mass filling her mouth.

“Gently,” Terramar said, pushing her mane out of her eyes. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Sweetie popped the flare back out of her mouth, trailing drool. “Watch this.” She spread her jaw and opened her throat, and took a third of Terramar’s big fat cock into her mouth. The flare hit the back of her throat; she strained and pushed it through without gagging.

“Sweet blessed ancestors,” muttered Terramar. “You make it look so easy.”

Sweetie bobbed down to the medial ring a dozen times, loving the feeling of his flare moving in her throat. It pressed against her flesh, distorting her insides. She could feel it making her throat bulge out. But it wasn’t enough. She pulled back and wiped streamers of drool from her lips. “You wanna be in control?”

Terramar blinked, confused. “Um, sure?”

Butterflies dancing in her stomach, she bent over, fumbling on the floor for her shorts, and pulled two hair elastics out of the pockets. She tied her mane into two loose, fluffy pigtails on the sides of her head. “Handlebars,” she explained.

Terramar stroked her cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t,” said Sweetie, tossing her head to shake her pigtails into place and going back to stroking his cock. “But if I get in trouble I’ll punch you in the thigh, okay?” She slid both her hands up and down his cock, looking up at him sweetly, and pushed the flare back into her mouth. He placed his hands hesitantly on her pigtails. Sweetie, aiming to show him she meant business, steeled herself for a little bit of pain and thrust her face down his cock. She hit serious resistance after his medial ring but kept going. She gagged around his hot hippogriff meat but didn’t stop until his pubic fluff tickled her nose.

“Fuck. Fuck!” said Terramar, his hips shaking. “Stop. Stop. Hold on. Pull back.”

Sweetie slid his cock out of her throat, sloughing spit, and gasped for breath. “Are you okay?”

“Gonna cum. Don’t wanna,” he said.

“Deep breaths,” said Sweetie.

Terramar closed his eyes. “I can do this.”

Sweetie looked up at him, drinking in the sight of his massive cock and the sharp-edged definition of his muscles. “You can. Raw and sore.”

He stroked her cheek, then her neck. “I think I’m ready to go again.”

Sweetie Belle tossed her head, making her pigtails wobble. He laughed and grabbed them. He booped his flare against the end of her snout, smearing it with spit and pre.

She groaned. “Fuck my face. Fuck it hard. I wanna be crying.”

“We’ll see,” said Terramar, pushing his flare against her lips. Sweetie Belle opened for him. Closed her eyes. Savored the feeling of that thick hot shaft filling her mouth. She worried he might go too easy on her, but after a few overly-gentle thrusts his grip on her pigtails tightened and he rammed into the back of her throat.

Sweetie gagged. This was more like it.

He jammed his lean hips forward, forcing his fat dick inch by inch down Sweetie’s tight, elastic young throat. The warm ache suffused her body, making her thighs tremble and her pussy drip. She slid her hands up his hard, churning thighs and around to the square slabs of his buttocks. She drew him in deeper with nails dug into his ass, urging him to hammer her throat until his flare felt like it was going into her chest. It might well be literally going into her chest, for how long it was. He pulled her all the way down and held her against his crotch.

“So… so tight…” he groaned.

Sweetie gripped his ass, encouraging him to hold her there until her head got light and her lungs started to burn. She socked him on the thigh once — it was like punching a very slim green young tree — and he let her slide back to gasp for air.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful,” he moaned.

“With my face all covered in slobber?” said Sweetie Belle, smirking.

“Any time. Have you had enough?”

Sweetie gathered some drool on her finger and sucked it clean. “Am I sobbing, yet?”

Terramar wiped the sweat from his brow. “All right. I’m okay with hurting you, I guess? But I don’t want to hurt your face. Faces are kind of important.”

Sweetie shrugged. She climbed up on the seat and laid out on it with her bottom in the air. “That’s fair.” She slapped her rear, making the flesh jiggle and wobble. “This ass could stop a truck. But it’s still tender and juicy.”

“I can see how juicy it is,” said Terramar, rubbing his flare against the rope of mare goo dripping from her pussy.

“Why don’t you fuck it?”

Sweetie felt him grab her pigtails and tangle them together in one hand. His other hand spread a cheek to one side. His flare bumped against her fat pussy lips a few times, then slid inside all the way up to her womb hatch. He bottomed out in her tiny pussy not quite up to the medial ring.

“It won’t go in all the way,” he said, flare grinding against her cervix and sending a cramping pain up her belly.

“Nghph,” said Sweetie. “You can keep doing that, please?”

He pulled back until he was almost out of her and slammed forward. His cock went into her as far as it would go, jostling her womb. Thrust after thrust, pushing her across the train seat. Eyes closed, lost in the sensation of being so relentlessly fucked, she didn’t notice her face creeping towards the passenger car wall until it boinked against it, sending a vibrating pain through her snout and her horn.

“Are you all right?”

“Stop asking that! If I want you to stop I’ll tell you to!” She tucked her face to one side so the top of her head hit the wall instead of the tip of her face and that felt a lot better.

His shaft slid in and out of her, stroking every subtle surface of her pussy from clit to cervix. Stroking every twist and wrinkle of the tight tiny tot tube. Roaring pleasure built slowly in the pit of her belly, tingling, sparkling. He held her pigtails like reins in one hand, tugging on them to yank him back towards him, his grip tugging on the roots. His other hand stroked her ass, caressing her cheeks, her crack, her dock, and her ponut.

“Perfect,” he groaned. “May I…”

“Don’t ask, just do it!”

He slid a couple of his claws in beside his cock, getting them slimy with her mare goo, then pressed them against the rubbery ring of her ponut. Sweetie grunted as she bore down, opening up for him. He pushed them inside up to the knuckle.

“That feels so good,” groaned Sweetie. “I want more!”

“More? That was… worryingly easy. How much anal sex do you have?”

“Your whole fist. Get my ass ready for your cock.”

“I don’t know if I have enough lube.”

“I will fucking tell you when we don’t have enough lube!” Sweetie gnashed her teeth and thrust her ass back against Terramar’s body. His flare flattened her womb, mashing it up against her insides and making her feel dizzy with pain and pleasure. “I’ll worry about lube. You worry about utterly devastating my ass.”

“Oh… okay… I…” he trailed off, lost in the pleasures of Sweetie’s wide soft ass and tight thick ponut.

Sweetie closed her eyes, relishing the fullness in her pussy, the fullness in her ass. She rubbed her face against the seat cushion, the plastic-y fabric soaked with her spit and sweat. Terramar's probing fingers stretched her ass open; she bore down, giving him room to slide in a third finger, and a fourth. His knuckles passed through her ring. He slid deeper inside of her, her ass swallowing his hand to the wrist with a gentle wet noise.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful,” whispered Terramar.

“Mmm, nothing like something huge going up an ass, is there?” groaned Sweetie Belle.

“You’re so warm inside. Oh, it’s so hard not to cum,” said Terramar, arching his back and shoving his cock against her womb.

“You can hold it. I believe in you.” She looked back over her shoulder at him. “Why don’t you give your cock a rest and see how much of that arm you can get in me.”

He slid his cock out of her gingerly, as if it were a stick of dynamite that might go off jostled. Which it was, sort of. Sweetie Belle held her breath and tried not to giggle at the image. She wanted him hard a while longer.

“So,” he said pulling his wrist back against her ponut, “How much of this do you think you can take?”

Sweetie bit her lower lip. She should be more careful with her body than she was; she was mortal, she had limits. She was going to hit those limits one day. “Elbow probably? Past the elbow’s probably unrealistic for a casual fling on a train.”

Terramar pushed his wrist deeper inside of her. Sweetie smiled at the full feeling as his big strong hand pushed up into her belly. “Oh wow. Woooww…”

“You like that?”

“I love having my ass totally ruined by a big strong stallion.”

He stroked her ass cheek, ruffling her short white fur. “You’re gonna make me fall in love with you, talking like that. Anyway, that's about halfway up my forearm. How are you feeling? You want the rest?”

“Yeah. Gimme the whole thing.” Sweetie wiggled back against the arm shoved up her ass, pushing a little more in between her marshmallowy white cheeks. “Brutalize my ass. Rub my pussy. Make me cum.”

Terramar, breathing heavy, leaned over her. His free talon slid along her lips to rub against her tiny nub, sending sparks through her belly. She felt his lean powerful muscles flex, driving his fist deeper in her guts, spreading her ponut in delicious pleasure/pain. He gradually accelerated his pace, rubbing mare goo into her clit, his arm sliding deeper and deeper into her until she felt his bicep flex against her tail dock. He leaned over her, kissed her shoulder blade, and she came.

Pleasure burst in her lower belly like a firework, ripping through her, up her spine into the base of her skull. “Harder!” she squealed. “Harder! Don’t stop!”

He pushed two digits against her clit, grinding it hard against her pubic bone, and jammed his arm into her ponut as far as it would go. Her ass trembled around his arm, soft jiggling flesh pressing into his firm muscle. Her breath came fast and hard, pleasure building again until another jolt, stronger than before, flashed through her body. He held her clit down, keeping her in the orgasm, and twisted it slightly. A third burst, stronger than the other two combined, rocked her, making her jerk, thrash, up off the train seat, and into the air. Blackness filled her mind for a moment, and when she came to again, she was half on the floor, held up only by Terramar’s fist up her ass.

“Are you all right?” he said. “Your ponut almost broke my arm.”

“Ab oh mngh ho,” mumbled Sweetie. Her hands slid over her own body. Everything felt tingly. Tingly from the inside, wet and sticky from the outside.

Terramar wriggled his hand out of her butt slowly, until her ponut released him with a soft pop. She felt herself sliding to the floor, but strong talons grabbed her by her skinny middle and pulled her up against him.

“Sure you want me in your lap?” she said, stroking his chestfeathers. “I’m kind of… open… right now.”

Terramar nosed her cheek with his beak. “I accept any consequences of cuddling you. But. If you haven’t noticed. I could plug you up again.”

Sweetie smirked. “Oh. So you don’t have three legs.”

“I love your pretty little tits,” he said, sliding his hand over her chest.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. That’s a rib.” She reached down to feel the thick flare of his big horse cock. Hard, slick, pulsing with his heartbeat. She straddled his lap facing him and guided his drooling flare to her gaping ponut. “This is gonna be like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. Sorry. But I like it up the ass so much.” She lowered her hips, and he slid into her with absurd ease.

“You’re still super tight.”

“I guess your cock is only a little thinner than your arm,” said Sweetie, hugging him around the neck and leaning in for a kiss. “Stud.”

“It’s not the size,” he said, eyes tracking her as she licked at the sharp edge of his beak. “It’s how you use it.”

“Use it to pound me into goo.”

He opened his beak and locked it over her snout. His thin pointy tongue probed her mouth almost to the very back. Where most lovers in this situation tended to grab Sweetie by her meaty hips, he clenched his talons over her long thick nipple. Pleasure and pain sang across her chest. She gasped into his mouth.

“Too much?”

“No. Harder. Hurt me.”

He tugged on her nipples, pulling them out so far she’d go from an A-cup to a B-cup if she could somehow fill out the extra mass. He bounced her in his lap, jamming his cock up her ass inch by inch. The motion tugged her nipples up and down, heightening the almost-but-not-quite-unbearable aching and tingling.

“Don’t stop!” she said.

“Not gonna. Let me kiss your soft beak.”

“Lips,” she corrected.

Their bodies coiled and twisted together, her moving in his lap, him endlessly molesting her tiny little non-tits. His tongue flitted over hers, his razor-edged beak never more than a millimeter from her silky coat. Her hands slid over his firm back, caressing a body so tight she could have counted each separate muscle one by one if she somehow found the concentration. Energy built in her ass until she came again without even touching her pussy. Fire built and burst in her belly, again, and again, until she lost count, and her whole consciousness became an endless blur of pain-tinged pleasure. The world began to move around her, pulling her forward faster and faster until…

“Oh! The train is moving!” she gasped.

Terramar blushed. “Do you think the conductor saw us?”

Sweetie stroked his cheek. “If he did he had the good sense not to interrupt. Though… I guess this means we should clean up soon. We’re gonna be in Ponyville, soon. Hey, were that mop and bucket by the door before?”

“Were we really having sex for two hours?”

Sweetie Belle twisted her ass in his lap. “If you’ve been holding back, it’s time to let go.”

He shook his head and rubbed his balls. “I don’t know. I’ve been holding back so long it doesn’t feel like I can finish now.”

“Oh no!” said Sweetie. “You made me cum a hundred times! You need to cum! It’s not fair to you if you don’t!”

“No, I’ll be fine. I had a good time. I’ll finish up by myself later… Sweetie Belle, what are you doing?”

She took her time sliding off his stone-hard cock — not a thing to rush. “Imma suck it out of you,” she said, kneeling between his muscle-roped legs.

“But it’s been up your ass!”

“So what? I’m used to that. Anyway, you’ve been up there. You know my intestines are so clean you could eat off ‘em.” She gripped his shaft with two hands and slid his flare into her mouth. It tasted salty from her bottom, but not too bad. She closed her eyes and dipped her head down it, pressing the flare to the top of her throat. She pumped her hands behind her lips, rubbing drool into the shaft. No deep throat this time. She wanted to taste his cum. She bobbed her head fast, feeling him move hot and silky and salty in her mouth.

“Sweetie. Sweetie,” he moaned. He tangled one talon around a pigtail and another reached down to paw at a non-breast. “Sweetie, it feels so… feels so… Ah!”

His cock pulsed in her mouth and a splatter of ultra-salty cum sprayed across her tongue. She moaned, joy and pride filling her heart. The load filled her mouth and she swallowed it down, gulping squirt after squirt of pungent griff-cum.

“Mgggh… Mgh…” She moaned.

Terramar choked her head and chuckled. “Is it that tasty?”

Sweetie Belle tilted her head back and opened her mouth. She still had a big dollop on her tongue. She pursed her lips and blew bubbles through it, spattering her face. “Luf it. Wnt thm?” She said through her mouthful.

Terramar flushed. “I’m good, thanks.”

Sweetie swallowed. “That’s fine, more for me.” She slid up onto the sticky seat next to Terramar and put her head on his shoulder. The seat made a damp squishing noise under her butt. “Oh gosh, we made such a mess. We’re gonna need that mop.”

“We’d better,” said Terramar. “Just give me a moment to catch my breath.”