I sat on the bench near the train station out of Canterlot. The platform was rather crowded since a recent development. Something about ponies and humans having babies, it really wasn't any of my concern. I had to focus on my work, my boss was somewhere on this platform and I wasn't about to act like a complete psycho.

"Little shit." I muttered, pulling at my skirt. A small low buzzer was working away at my lower body, just enough to keep me from getting bored. Luckily enough I had set it low enough not to show or be audible, just enough to cause a slight tickle and an occasional jolt.

I crossed my thighs, bouncing my leg and letting my calf and knee jitter. I spotted my boss, a white unicorn with a blonde mane. He was a pompous prick, but good at what he did. Losing friends, ruining dates and cartography. Blueblood was a stuck up, snooty little shit, but he could map a ridge and could paint a portrait like a master.

"Em...hello." he muttered, stepping over to me and staring at my twitching leg. "Are you alright?"

I turned my head towards the incoming train, "Hmm? What exactly do you mean?"

Blue looked around my bench, "Well I was going to ask why your leg is kicking, but I think a better place would be all of this. How do you have so many bags?"

I looked at my five or so luggage cases. "What...I have things."

Blueblood rubbed his face with his hoof, "The last time I was in your apartment you had maybe a single case's worth, now all this?"

I stood up, watching the train roll to a stop before me. "And you wonder why you never get invited back."

"What?"

I started hoisting my bags up, "I don't judge you on your lack of stuff. And I had it all packed up still. I was only staying there until I could move out here." I turned to the train, holding my bags precariously. "What, you thought I was going to unpack my stuff for that little crap house?"

Blueblood just groaned and followed me to the door of the train, "Well would you like your ticket before you go?"

I stopped at the entrance to the train, a bored looking mare in a hat holding her hoof out. I craned my head around, glaring at Blueblood. "...Yes, please."

Blue turned his nose up. "I thought so."

I shook my head, glaring at him as he walked past and passed off two tickets. "You think a lot of things...not all of them true." I hoisted my things up, following after the pompous pony through the train and towards the private seating. A small corridor with a bunch of doors waited in one of the cars. "Blue I--"

He ignored me, pulling one of the doors open and stepping inside. I joined him, finding myself in a rather large room. It looked like a college dorm, all compact into a small train car. "Jesus, Bloody, all this just to go to Trottingham?"

Blue found a seat, staring out a window as I stowed my bags. "Do you know who I am? Traveling in coach is for plebs and...commoners."

"Pfff, god forbid you have to sit next to someone normal. God forbid you act like a pompous prick and piss off another person. Oh- oh, god forbid you accidentally sit next to someone cute and make a complete ass out of yourself!"

Blueblood started sputtering, "Me- with a- oh you must be joking."

I started laughing as I found a seat, "And that's why you're single. Stuck up prick."

Blueblood grumbled, "You're suggesting I lower myself for some, harlot? Some common pony--"

"Who said it had to be a pony," I asked, joining him at the window. "I mean don't get me wrong, you're gross...so, no thanks. But who said it had to be a pony? Why not a human, or a dragon, or a griffon?"

Blueblood grew a bit pink around the cheeks and stared out the window, "You're implying I haven't...tried."

"I guess." I pulled at my ponytail, the length of which let my bring it over my shoulder and down my bicep, twirling it between my fingers. "Well, all that aside I do appreciate this."

Blueblood rubbed his face, adjusting his false tux. "Well I'm sad you're moving, work will be more difficult, but I'm sure we'll figure things out." He turned to face me, drawing my attention from the passing landscape. "Speaking of, do you have the designs?"

I pulled my backpack over, the satchel chock full of papers and folders. "A few flags, some shirts, paintings, and a few sketches."

Blueblood smiled wide and took the bundle of papers from me. "Excellent. So you'll just keep sending me what you come up with, I'll make sure the money gets deposited and everything will work like normal."

I let out a long hum as the vibrator in my panties hit a soft spot, "Hmmmmm, yea--" I stopped myself, eyes popping open as Blueblood lifted his hoof up. "Uhhh...bathroom...where?"

Blueblood lifted his hoof, jutting it towards the door. "Down the hall to your right."

I stood up without another word, hurrying down the hall and finding the bathroom. The place was tiny, barely able to fit a pony and giving me just enough room to sit down and pull up my dress. "Stupid thing." I reached into the top of my frilly stocking, turning off the vibrator and letting out a sigh, "Jesus." I leaned back on the toilet, legs spread wide. "Alright...I- fuck." I grumbled, looking at the plastic control in my hand. "Whelp."

I turned to vibrator on full, nearly kicking the door as I let out a shrill yelp, "Jesus- fucker." I continued to mumble and squirm as I waited for the soft release I'd been building up. I tightened up my legs, lifting my feet up off the floor and letting my shoes tap against the ground. My black stockings started to bunch up as I slid my pearly white fingers down my legs. "Come on...." I moved as much as I could, trying to hit the sweet spot.

My orange dress was half flipped up, my pure white skin cold against the black of my stockings and the off white of my panties. I was a mess of sharp colors, all save the soft pink clutched between my fingers. "Come on you little shit--" I kicked my leg out, pressing it against the door and feeling the vibrator hit the spot. "Fuck- fuck-- mmmmhm--" I tipped over, letting a peacefully joyous sensation rattle around my groin and up into my belly. It was warm, just enough to be pleasurable and leave me in a calm afterglow.

Not the greatest, but for what it was, where it was, it was better than I could have asked for. I let my leg fall, sliding my panties down around my thighs and pulling the joy buzzer away. "Oh god...what would I do without you?" I mumbled, turning around and standing on the toilet with my hands and knees, trying to push the window open.

I must have looked a sight, my panties down around my knees as I bent over the back of the toilet and tried to sort out the window. My dress was down, my stockings were bunched up around my lower thigh and one of my shoes had started falling off. I let out a few quick laughs as I forced the window open, "Oh g--" I stopped dead as I turned around, a stallion peaking his head into the bathroom.

He froze, his eyes lingering around my knees, "Uh...it said it was unoc--"

"Get out!" I cut him off, kicking the door closed on his neck and watching him fall to the side, "...Holy shit." I muttered, yanking my panties up and stuffing the toy in my stocking. "Don't be dead, please don't be dead." I mumbled, ducking down and pressing my head against the downed stallion's chest.

Thump thump thump.

He was alive, maybe winded and a bit hurt, but he was fine. "Oh thank god." I muttered, fixing my stockings and picking my fallen shoe off the ground. I tiptoed daintily through the hall, my panties riding up as I snuck back into Blueblood's room.

Blueblood just stared at me, ears held against his head. "Did you just--"

"Shut up." I pointed at him, my shoe hanging off my finger. "It was a rough day, I just wanted a little fun and I don't need you making a big deal out of it!"

Blue just glared at me. "We're supposed to be profes--"

"Bah bah bah bah!" I shouted incoherently, "Sush."

"But I-"

"Shh."

"Stop--"

"No you."

Blue went back to glaring. "...Put your shoe on, we're almost there."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Figured you'd wanna smell it first, ya' perv!"

Blue just stared at me, eyes unwavering. "You really are rather incred--"

"You know staring at me put my shoe on doesn't really help your point much." I snapped, slowing down and every so softly pulling my shoe on, making sure to slip my toes in first and make a bit of a suggestive face as I did. "Oh shoe, you dirty bitch."

"You're not funny."

I scoffed at Blueblood, pulling my shoe on in one quick sweep. "Says you. I mean honestly you're the least humorous person I know, so I'm not about to let you tell me what's funny and what's not." I sat down across from Blue, staring out the room's window at the passing landscape. Things were already growing rather damp and cold, the smell of fresh pine and oak seeping in through the poorly sealed window. "Here, just let me--"

"No don't!"

I yanked the window up, causing a rush of cold air to swirl around the room. Blue Blood looked like he'd just caught a load to the face, bringing a hoof up to defend against the cold. I just sat there, weathering the cold. "Hmm, it's nice out."

Blueblood took his time, slowly acclimating to the damp air of the winter woods. "Unbelievable. How are you fine with this!?" He snapped, grumbling angrily.

I looked down over my bright white skin. "Man, the sun sucks. Cold nights and forests are my babies."

Blueblood just continued to grumble, "I was going to ask why you were so pale...I should have known you don't go out in the sun."

I started laughing as I rubbed my arms, "Bloody, I'm whiter than a freaking albino."

Blueblood started scratching his head, "...Are you albino? It honestly wouldn't surprise--"

"My hair is jet black...my eyes aren't screwed up, what do you think?" I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair, "I don't know why I'm so white...I just am."

Blueblood cocked an eyebrow, "What's so bad about being white?"

"I can't go out in the sun very long. Summers are hell. People always called me, Snow White, which got really old around fifth grade. But, I do look great in bright colors, so that's a plus." I straightened out my dress. "Speaking of, why do you never wear blue?"

Blueblood leveled his expression, looking rather unamused. "Because of my name?"

"No, because it would probably look good on you. I mean, you ruin any chance at a relationship by being a mean stuck up prick, but you could get a mare...I mean, not permanently, but you could stop being such a sad bastard if you tried." I poked his back leg with the tip of my shoe. "I mean honestly, you look good. I'm at least ninety-five percent lady, and you look alright. But damn, you just know how to kill a mood in two words."

"Ninety-five percent lady? What about the other five percent?"

"Lesbianism. I had this...thing, in high school, let's not talk about it. Just saying I can appreciate a hot girl...when they're not bitches, which is never." I hissed, turning to the window and laying my head against the wall. "Not bitter or anything."

Blueblood just shook his head. "You are the strangest human I've met--"

"And I'm relatively normal. You should meet actual crazy people." I stopped as the train station filled up our window, "Oh hey, we here?"

Blueblood joined me at the window. "...Yes, seems we are," he turned to me with a worried expression. "Are you going to be alright? Did you study up on Trottingham before--"

"It's fine. I'll figure it out. Can't be that different than Canterlot." I stood up, starting to collect my bags. "Besides, the house was way too cheap to pass up, under a quarter million for six bedrooms! That's just- I'd be an idiot to pass it up."

Blueblood followed me as I started off towards the exit of the train. "Did you ever think maybe it was cheap for a reason?"

I tightened up my lips, pouting angrily. "Don't ruin this for me. Just, don't ruin this for me." I carried my stuff off the train, stepping onto the concrete platform. "Besides--" I stopped as I bumped into a pale pink unicorn.

"Are you Marylin?" he asked, looking me up and down.

I smiled wide, "I am, but you can just call me Em--"

The stallion spit at my foot, just missing and splattering a viscous bogie against the concrete platform. "Foreigner." he threw down a small key ring. I just stared in shock as the stallion wandered off.

"What the hell was that!?" I shouted, snapping my head back to the train, Blueblood staring from the train. "Seriously, that was just so rude!"

He shrugged, "Welcome to Trottingham. You're going to get a lot of that."

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