Hear The Trains-A-Cumming

Chapter 7: Hear the Train- a-Cumming

Dusk approached as the six ponies, plus human, boarded the Canterlot Express. Fitz, unsure about the whole science expo, began to ponder his presence on Equestria. Sure, the girls were nice and the ponies friendly, but he still felt as an outsider. Equestria was saturated with bright pastel colors that Fitz had never even imagined before, but he was still different than everyone else. His lighting was drab, compared to the others. Plus, his boring flesh tones seemed out of place in the cartoon-esque Equestria. As he sat, looking out the window, he watched the passing ponies in the distance of Ponyville, carrying out their lives. He wondered what they did for a living, if they had friends, if they had family, if they were outsiders like himself. Out of the blue, Pinkie showed up, "Hiya Fitzy!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arm over his shoulder, "What'cha looking at?"

"Oh, I'm just looking at your world in a more critical eye," Fitz replied, "You know, trying to get used to this place. It's not that easy being the only human on Equestria."

"It isn't?" she asked, getting quieter, "Why not? You have friends in us."

"The thing is, I'm still not a pony. I'm a human. I was different on earth, and now I'm different on Equestria. You know what I mean?"

She paused for a moment to assess his concern, then slowly shook her head, "I'm sorry, but I don't. But I have an idea," she turned him around to the others on the car, "Hey everyone! Fitzy here is feeling blue! Let's cheer him up!" she then shoved a cupcake in his mouth.

"Where did you get that?" he muttered with a full mouth.

"Why are you feeling down?" Jack asked as the other ponies approached to comfort Fitz.

"I'm still getting used to the whole 'only human in Equestria' thing. Like I was saying, I was an outsider back on my earth, and things haven't changed yet."

"What do you mean things haven't changed yet?" Shy commented, sitting next to him, "You're the most popular guy in Ponyville!"

"That's true," Dash replied, "Although it should be me, you're the most admired."

"You really think so?" Fitz asked.

"We're positive, Darling," Rarity spoke up, "Everyone's got a thing for you!"

"Just because you look different doesn't mean you're disliked," Twilight declared, "If that's the way things work on your world, it sounds like a horrible place."

"Tell me about it," he shuddered, "I could be watching basketball…ugh…But I'm a little concerned about the author trying to push a corny moral in a fanfiction."

"Well, now that you know you're accepted, let's part-ay!" Pinky exclaimed. Soon enough, the entire train car lit up with loud music and candy. Even Fitz loosened up, although his kilt remained on—he certainly did not want a riot on a train. He found a pony strumming a stringed instrument, and after a little convincing, he pried it from her hands and began to play a song. Remembering from ear, he tuned it to the key of a country guitar and played a little Johnny Cash. When he broke into "The Kneeling Drunkard's Plea," all the ponies gathered around to listen. They clopped their hooves to the beat and Fitz laughed through most of the words. When finished, they begged him to do another song.

"I don't think I could," he replied, "I'm not very good with the guitar."

"C'mon, that was great!" Jack said.

"Do us another one!" Dash exclaimed.

"Freebird!" Pinkie shouted from the back.

"Well, I don't think I could do that one," he answered, "But I do know another one from back home," he began to strum, when he called Shy up from the audience, "I need you to play along with me," he said when he handed her two large pencils he found on a counter behind him.

"What, what do you want me to do?" she stammered.

"Just keep the beat," he tapped his foot quietly to the beat, "It's for the song. If you don't mind."

"Oh no, not at all. I'm just not sure if I can keep up."

"Trust me, it's not that hard at all," he gave Shy the nod and they began. Fitz then played the old Earth standard, "My Grandfather's Clock" in which the other ponies kept the beat as they clopped their hooves along with. Soon, Shy was having as much fun as everyone else, even up in front of a little crowd. When the song was over, they all laughed and cheered for Shy and Fitz, who gave a respective bow. "That's enough for now," Fitz said, handing back his makeshift guitar to its owner, "It's getting late, and we want to be ready for your expo, Twilight."

"You're right. We should head to our drawing rooms, girls," She responded and the others obliged.

Down the hall, Jack struck up a conversation with Fitz, "I really liked your songs," she complimented.

"Thanks!" he replied, "I will certainly be playing more for you guys in the future. I haven't played guitar in a long time, and it's nice to know that I still have my chops."

They arrived at Jack's drawing room, "I was wondering if you could, you know," she stood at her door, "Teach me a little more?"

Fitz knew what was going on, and he followed, "Sure," the two walked into her room, "where do you want to start?" he asked as he sat down on her bed.

"Right here," she seductively ducked her head under his kilt and gave him a little loving.

"I could get used to these lessons," Fitz leaned back on the bed and took it like a champ. He'd been with every other pony in his little harem and it was about time to get to Apple Jack. Underneath her tough, hard-working exterior stood a soft and gentle mare, which Fitz revealed through his musical talent. While Jack blew him, he held her blonde mane back, so he would not mess such lovely hair. "Hold on, sweetheart," he said, holding her back, "before I come all over your face, let's have a good look at you," Fitz brought her up to the bed and kneeled behind her flank. With a pucker, he dove into her pussy.

"My-oh-my," Jack moaned, "That's some good stuff right there, hon'!" As expected, Jack's fluids tasted like apple pie filling. Before she could come, Fitz stopped and rubbed her flank.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked.

"Let me have it, sugar-cube."

"Anytime you want to pull the plug, let me know," he then penetrated her with his mighty cock. Jack bowed her head in submission while Fitz leaned down as well, to nuzzle her mane a bit. They both knew there was a connection, stronger than some of the other ponies, between each other. Jack grew up in the rural orchard of Sweet Apple Acres and Jack in the fields of Eastern Montana. Both were down home and honest country folk. As Fitz often mentioned, they might not have known much, but they had a lot of fun.

"Oh Celestia, I'm going to come!" Jack cried.

"Man, me too!" Fitz gasped and the two came all over the bed. Exhausted, Jack curled up into bed and quickly fell asleep. Fitz pulled a clean blanket over her and tucked her in. "I'm going to take a little stroll to the bar," he told her, "You want me to come back?"

"Of course. I'll be waiting for you," she answered.

Fitz walked on over to the next car over for a drink. When he arrived, he saw a dejected Spike at the bar. Concerned, Fitz went over and sat next to the dragon, "How are you doing, guy?" he asked.

"Not great," Spike replied as he sipped his drink, "Not great."

Fitz turned to the bartender, "I'll take what he's having," then turned back to Spike, "It's not over me forgetting about you outside the other day, is it?"

"No, it's not about you," he took another sip, "It's a little more than that."

"Do you want to talk it over? You know," Fitz pointed to himself, "Man-to-dragon?"

"Well, it's about Rarity. I've had the hots for her for a long time."

Guilt stricken, Fitz received his drink and began to sip, "Okay, I see. There's nothing wrong with liking someone that way."

"I know. I'm just upset, because I've come to the point where I know that I'll never be able to get her."

"Now why do you say that?"

"Well, she's beautiful, smart, and nearly famous. I'm just some short, stupid dragon, who's good at nothing. I'm just looking at myself, and I'm nothing but a delivery boy for Celestia and Twilight."

"I don't see it that way. I think you've got a lot going for you. I mean, sure, you're little. But you've got a long way to go. I don't think you're dumb either. Sure, you may be young, but that just means you've still got to learn. It's exciting, really," he took a drink, "When I look back, I think of how far I got. Sure, I've made some bad choices, and I've had some hard times to get through, but I've learned so much from my mistakes. And going through rough patches makes you a stronger and better person…or dragon, in your case. You see what I mean?"

"Yeah, I guess that's true."

"And for being a messenger, heck, I wish I had a nice job like that. Not a bad gig, really. You've got more job security than most of the guys I knew back in my world. Don't be so hard on yourself, it's just unproductive. I have an idea," he put his hand on Spike's shoulder, "Why don't you spend some time with Rarity tomorrow. Nothing special, nothing formal. I'll bring the other gals to that science expo, and you can have some quality time. Is that a plan?"

"Okay, I can get behind that."

"Good. Now, you're not going to get anywhere if you get smashed tonight. So finish up your drink and we'll head to our drawing rooms," they both finished and headed to bed, "We'll see you in the morning," Fitz said, before he ducked away into a drawing room.

"Sure, but wait," Spike stopped in the hallway, "Isn't that Apple Jack's drawing room?"

Fitz smiled back and slipped into the room, locking the door closed behind him.