A Traditional Struggle

I laid over Arrow, my member jammed between her flanks, my arms wrapped around her and my face buried in her hair. She smelled like peaches and felt amazingly warm when compared to the cold air inside the train. She had knocked out half way through the trip, leaving me to close her computer and settle in, granted she wouldn't be too happy if she was aware of my cock between her cheeks, but the snug sensation was worth any potential abuse.

I laid my head down across her's, cheek to crown. "...Luna's Moon, I love you...."

"...Love and lust are two very different beasts." She croaked, shifted a little and sliding me through her cheeks. I let out a little groan and tried to pull my hips back and my sausage free, she quickly pushed back, keeping me pinned. "No escape I'm afraid...."

I felt horridly trapped as she raised her hips and kept me trapped between her flanks. "...Arrow...good dusk...."

Arrow lowered her rear, leaving me achily hard and trapped in my clothes, pre staining my boxers. She bumped her flank against my thighs, forcing me back and off of her. "You're a pervert by the way." She grumbled, sliding out from under me and sitting on one side of the bed. "What would your family say?"

I scratched my head. "My mother would stomp her hooves...my dad would just frown and shake his head." I watched as she lifted up her arms, reaching up and stretching her body. Her midriff showed just under her shirt, pearly white against her purple tee shirt. "Stop staring at me, have some modesty."

"But...you're hot.... Why would I not look? Are we broken up? Am I not allowed?" I sat back on the edge of the bed. "That's like telling me, stop staring at that art, it doesn't like being appreciated."

Arrow grew slightly pink, snapping her head away and banishing her blush. "Don't start with me, just...not in the mo--" I cut her off, reaching out and cupping one of her soft, warm breasts in my hand. "...Coal, do you want to die?"

I stared at her breast, squeezing the soft supple flesh and letting my tongue press against the back of my fangs. "Do you?"

Arrow grew bemused, her arms falling to her sides as she glared at me. "Coal...get your hand off my boob."

I lifted my hand up, letting the weight rest against the ridge of my palm, my cock threatening to explode in its confinement. "Is that an order...or, just...a suggesti--"

Arrow snapped down, sinking her fangs into my forearm and getting her point across. "Now!"

I reeled back, rubbing the two new cuts in my pale skin. "Ow, fine! Fine...I get it...no touch."

"It's noon...you were laying across my back and humping me...and I'm really not in the mood." Arrow turned towards the edge of the bed, looking around the room. "Where's computer?"

I looked towards where I had put it up. "On desk, now, what is plan?"

Arrow looked at me, again bemused. "Plan?"

I rubbed my arms, looking around for my good clothes, I'd barely worn them and was planning to wear them for the rest of the night, and day if it truly was only noon. "I mean, do we just get changed--"

"Coal, you've seen my vagina...I've seen your penis, is it really that exciting anymore?"

I stared at her, my eyes burning with righteous indignation. "It is always exciting...each...and every- Arrow look at me!" I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her eye to eye with me, pressing our noses together. "Your vagina is always exciting." I hugged her, rocking back and forth on my knees. "I love you...and your vagina...and...everything."

"You have the mind of a horny sixteen year old." Arrow groaned, pushing me back. "I swear, always so focused on--"

"Your lips are beautiful." I cut in, causing Arrow to flub her words and grow a flustered expression across her face. "As I said, I love you, your body, your mind, everything besides when you hit me. ...Unless it's sexy hitting...."

Arrow shook her head, her blush sticking around longer than before. "Why is everything about me have to be sexy!?"

"Because you're my girlfriend, my mare, and that's amazing! I mean...nopony ever liked you back in school...you were a bully--"

"Ponies liked me!" Arrow snapped, looking more hurt than angry. "You're a di--"

"You hit, everyone!" I shot back, holding her by the biceps. You were so mean to, everyone, pony, human, satyr, you hit us all!"

Arrow grew red, throwing my arms off and slugging me int he arm. "Shut up!"

"See!" I shouted, rubbing my now aching arm. "That hurt, and you just did it on impulse! I might be a pervert, but you're a bully!"

Arrow wrapped her arms around herself, clutching her biceps. "It's not like I try...."

"I know...and I can take a punch. But, Arrow, you're my mare...my girl, and I love you." I carefully scooted towards her, wrapped my arms around her submissive posture, sneaking my hands down her soft shirt, across her soft skin and onto her coated flank, sliding my fingers under her panties and leaving them holstered against her flanks. "...It's still amazing that you and I actually worked out." I planted my nose against her head, "You smell like oranges."

"Coal get your hands out of my panties." Arrow demanded, her voice level and cold.

"Alright yeah." I pulled my hands free, "Enough of that." I looked down at her, my fingers warm. "...Can I put them in your pockets?"

"Coal, seriously--"

"It's cold out, okay!?" I jammed my hands between my legs, pressing them between my thighs, "...It's not...entirely, a sex thing."

Arrow stared at me, "If you keep talking about my sex so much I'm going to start harassing you back."

"Impossible." I stated, sweeping my arm low. "I can see why you would be mad at me, the boob touching and the groping...but you couldn't harass me, I lack the required parts."

Arrow continued to stare blankly. "You know...my heat hasn't come for the season...when it does...you will see what it feels like to be treated like meat."

"I never treated you like meat!" I hopped off the bed and started getting dressed, pulling my antiquated clothes on and slowly pulling my armor on. "I just...your body is nice, it feels nice, makes me happy. I still love you, you're fighty and strong and willful, but still girly enough to not be a lesbian!"

"Coal...stop yourself, because you're talking out of your ass." Arrow pulled her shirt off, revealing her bra slid down her chest, nipples peaking out of it and a bit red. "Oh, that's why." She pulled her bra off, giving it a few sniffs and pulling it back on. "Clean enough."

I took a deep breath, shamefully excited by her nudity. "Do you not change your clothes every night?"

She shrugged, sliding her panties off and pulling a bag from the rack. While we could legal not wear pants, it was cold enough that it was the reasonable thing to do. "Not my bra. It's a bra, all it ever does it hoist. It's not covering my genitalia, and it's been so cold I'm not sweaty."

I stared at the black bra pulled against her chest. Images of slippery wet breasts bouncing as she walked, jiggling as she wiped her sweaty brow flooded my mind. "...Have I mentioned you're attractive? I feel the sudden urge to reiterate that fact...all over your body...."

"You're a pig." Arrow snapped, pulling on a set of leggins and a skirt, her hooves wrapped up in a thin black that wasn't too different from her coat. "A truly disgusting beast."

"And you have breasts! We all have problems, some more obvious than others!"

Arrow held her arms out. "Are you done!? We're supposed to get off the train, but if you're--"

"I'll slid my tongue so deep into your pussy...slurping you up and jamming my cock in your mouth, finally splattering cum over your face...." I pulled my boots on and stomped. "There...I'm done." Arrow stared at me, burning a hole into my head. "What!? You're hot, I'm horny, we're together- what do you want from me!? I've got a brainful of sex right now, I'm not going to talk about your personality, I can't fuck your personality!"

"You are the most misogynistic fuck!" Arrow grabbed a few bags and pulled them into the hall. "I swear if--"

"If you had a penis I'd still fuck you! You're just- you're hot! This isn't about you being a woman...this is just...I want to bang you...so hard...."

Arrow rolled her eyes. "You know...I know you're not that big of an asshole, but you're being a massive asshole!"

"I'm sorry, okay?" I walked up to her, hold my arms out. "I love you, I want to hold you when you're cold, I want to be there when you're sad, I want to rub your legs when you're sore, I want to love you...body and soul. But right now, my brain is telling me to fuck, and it's really, really, really leading my thoughts."

Arrow lowered head head, "Coal...go masturbate."

I sighed loudly, lowering my head and giving her a quick peck of the cheek. "I think that would be a good idea...I'll be back." I wiggled past her, grinding our flanks together in the doorframe. "Okay...seriously now, I'll be back." I turned around, grabbing the panties Arrow had chucked on the floor and hiding them in my sleeve.

Arrow glared at me as I pushed into the hall, hurried down past bat ponies and satyrs that were waiting in the halls of the train. I found the restroom, a single room with just enough room for me to do what needed to be done. I wasted no time and pressed the panties to my nose, and pulling myself from my pants. I tore my gloves off, not wanting to be too obvious when I walked out.

I leaned my head against the wall, reveling in her soft hormonal smell as I dampened my hand and tugging my twitching rod. It wasn't the most comfortable session, but my cock was already primed to go off, just begging to pop off and give me the relief I needed. And with a twitch, a tickle in my tip and a flood of warmth through my body, I splattered a thick load against the underside of the toilet seat, a few spurts landing heavily in the water as my cock moved towards the end.

But as it seemed I would be done, a deep breath past her panties caused my mind to go blank. I felt myself shoot back upright, slinging another load of cum into the rim of the toilet. I let out a truly guttural moan as the thick cream squeezed pleasingly through my cock, emptying my package and pulling all the tension out of my lower body with a final spurt and a breathy wheeze. I felt like a champagne bottle that was hastily uncorked, shooting off and completely vacating my pony cock of all power.

I was as weak as a lamb, the last spurt truly ecstasy inducing upon my muscles final pulse to shoot out that droplet of my soul. It felt like I had gone two rounds with a prize fighter, my heart finally leveled out, my breathing loud and half controlled. The worst, and most pleasurable aspect, was the unusual thickness of the load. I'd only skipped three days, yet already it was as if I'd skipped two weeks.

I'd never felt so suddenly empty, and never had a load maintained such a tingling pleasure so deep inside my cock, all the way up to my tip. My hand felt both horridly wet and rough against my meat, the now limp mess slowly retreating as I pushed off the wall and stumbled hazily around the bathroom. I felt like I was learning to walk for the first time, my booted hooves struggling to get traction on the linoleum floor. "Oh god...that was the best jerk of my life..." I hissed, starting to snicker, "and it was in a train bathroom...what is my life?"

I pushed out of the bathroom, snickering as I wiped my hands off on a paper towel. "I can't--" I stopped dead, my smile melting off my face as a gaggle of every type of female from Transylmania stood in the hall, snickering and staring at me. "...Can I--"

A passing stallion slapped me with his tail as he moved towards the exit, "You were very loud, I think the entire train might have heard."

I stared at the collection of humanity and ponydom, along with the satyrs born from each side. A bunch of girls, just into adulthood were staring at me, giggling at me and getting a bit bashful when I looked at them. I slowly turned around, stricken by the fact that everyone who was staring was a girl. "Did I...." I spotted the mare emblem burned into the bathroom door. "...Oh...."

I took a deep breath and turned back to the mares. I puffed my chest out, striking a powerful pose and marching off towards Arrow down the hall. I marched as proudly as I could, eating the shame and scooping up our bags as Arrow snickered. "You feel better?" She asked, putting on a pair of black glasses and grabbing her bags. "Co--"

"I feel, amazing. And next time...maybe we just have sex, and I don't make a fool of myself in public."

"Oh, you just want to disappoint me? I mean, what's the difference, you'll either be embarrassed by a bunch of strangers, or by me calling you a pussy, either way, still a pussy."

I grumbled angrily as I got in line for the door out of the train. "Just...don't start." I looked back at Arrow, she was wearing a pair of pony sneakers and a pair of jeans, topped off with a collared white shirt and a pair of sunglasses. "...Well, don't you look fancy."

"Says the boy dressed like a cuirassier. Look at you...you look like some cosplayer. Pony booted cosplayer...funny."

I glared at Arrow, "Everyone in Transylmania but you dresses like this! Sorry we don't all travel around Equestria--"

"And Earth." Arrow clarified, smiling wide with her glasses making the grin all the more condescending.

"Point is, we're not exactly--" I was cut off as the door of the train slid open, showing off a blinding light that seared my retinas and burning my face. "Oh my god!" I turned away, as did most of the kids from the town. "Why!?"

Arrow's hand blearily waved in front of me, "I was going to offer sooner, but you in pain was too much to pass up." She pressed a pair of glasses into my gloved hand. "Now get up, we need to find the best hotel in town, I'm not sleeping in some hostel like the rest of these children!"

Arrow swung herself to the door, disappearing into the blinding light and leaving me to stagger to my feet among the ponies, humans and satyrs from the town. A shorter satyr tugged my arm, a little girl I knew back from school. "Coal...your friend is a bitch."

I blinked heavily, clearing my eyes. "Nickle? Oh...yes...yes she is." I put the glasses on, turning to the door. "But she's my bitch...now never call her a bitch again or I'll cut you." I tapped my hand against my sword. "Seriously...don't."