Airships, Sandskiffs, and Locomotives

Canterlot Central Station was a cavernous facility. The high, arched ceilings with brass embellishments hung over the wide floor. Friezes of great ponies surrounded the upper levels between the marble pillars, staring down dispassionately at the station-goers. The tiled floor was covered with an immense depiction of Equestria, with the rail lines all done in bright red, though it was impossible to see through the hundreds of ponies milling around, jostling with each other to get to the ticket booths or their trains, or simply to escape the building and the crowd.

Velvet yanked her rolling luggage tightly against her side, letting a harried pegasus with a monocle and a scowl slip through the ticket line into the other side of the crowd. She shook her head to her husband. “This is ridiculous. I haven’t seen it this full since the holiday season.”

Night Light looked a little tense and annoyed himself. He had never been very fond of crowds. “You know these Canterlot high-society types. Probably some new five-star restaurant opening in Manehattan.”

“I hope they’re not all headed to the Crystal Empire. I don’t want the train to be this crowded.” Velvet had to dodge another pony as he barreled past, clutching a briefcase in his teeth. “Goodness!”

“If so, I won’t be surprised—” Night Light was interrupted when a young unicorn mare in a business suit bumped into him as she raced past, sipping a cup of coffee held aloft by magic. Night Light brushed his shoulder with an irritated glance after her. “I should have had the tickets delivered by mail when I ordered them.”

The minutes passed and the Sparkles made incremental progress, still fending off the occasional rushing Canterlotite. At long last, they arrived at the front of the line, where a lanky teenage stallion with frizzy hair and dark circles under his eyes greeted them from behind the booth’s glass wall.

“How can I h-help you?” he stammered, glancing over their shoulders at the enormous line still behind them and wilting a little.

Night Light placed his and Velvet’s passports down on the counter, sliding them under the glass. “We have a pair of tickets to the Crystal Empire on reserve.”

“Right away,” mumbled the exhausted-looking stallion, grabbing their passports and ducking under the desk. They heard drawers opening and papers rustling, and then a “Damn!” followed by the sound of a folder hitting the ground and spilling its contents. The ticket issuer poked his head back up, a very forced smile on his face. “J-just a moment, please.”

Velvet massaged her forehead as Night Light gave a beseeching look to the ceiling. The stallion in the booth ducked back down again and re-emerged with two slips of paper and their passports. “H-here you go. Two international tickets. Did you send in the F2-30 forms when you made the reser—”

“Yep!” said Night Light, snatching the passports and the tickets, and together he and Velvet made a rapid escape into the crowd, ignoring the stallion’s protests.

It took them a full three minutes to fight their way to the doors leading out onto the actual train platforms. Briefly checking the number on her ticket, Velvet scanned the array of locomotives that were currently pulled in. “Platform thirty-two, platform thirty-two…” She spotted it at the far end of the line and nudged Night Light.

The two made their way over to their train, squeezing through the throngs of ponies. The conductor tipped his hat as they stepped into the front cabin. “Welcome aboard, friends. Tickets, please?”

They proffered their slips of paper impatiently. He seemed like a nice pony, but Velvet just wanted to get to their cabin and relax already. The conductor’s eyes whizzed over the paper, and he smiled. “Heading out of the country, are we? Enjoy your trip.” He nodded and motioned them inside.

Velvet and Night Light entered the train proper, carrying their luggage behind them with magic as they trundled down the central corridor. This train was a lot nicer than the one they took occasionally to go have tea with Twilight in Ponyville. Instead of benches, there were walled cabins on both sides of each car. Each had two facing booth seats, with a generously-sized table between them, and soft olive-green curtains drawn on each side of the doors. A large window gave a beautiful view of the outside.

Finding the one that matched the number on their tickets, number forty-three, they shuffled inside and began storing their luggage in the overhead compartments. “So,” said Velvet, extricating the latest book she’d been reading from her case, “have we got any plans other than meeting up with Shiny and Cadence? We scheduled all our sightseeing in Griffrance, but I thought we could check out the Crystal Caves while we’re up north.”

“Sure,” said Night Light amiably, closing the overhead bin and falling into the plush cushions of the booth with a contented sigh. “After all, our flight doesn’t leave from Atlantrot for almost a week. We’ve got time for a few diversions.” He grinned. “And I brought along a couple things to keep us entertained.”

Sitting down in the opposite booth, Velvet raised an eyebrow and half-smiled. “What kind of things?”

“Secret things.” Night Light’s grin turned wicked. “Naughty things.” He shrugged. “I made another stop at that store I got the catalog from. Figured we didn’t need to wait till Griffrance to start, uh, adding a little spice.”

Velvet trying to ignore the slight heat between her legs that caused, simply gave him a small smile. “I look forward to being surprised.”

There was a clunk from outside their cabin. The door opened, and the curtains were pushed aside to reveal a stallion, pulling a massive trunk and wheezing. Velvet and Night Light stared, astonished, as he stepped into the cabin, shutting the door behind him.

He was an earth pony, with a dark yellow coat, almost orange, and a short, curly brown mane matched by an absurdly small moustache and bushy eyebrows. He was a rather rotund fellow, with a cheap burgundy suit and a garish red tie. His trunk was almost as large as he was, a tacky-looking piece covered with hundreds of stickers, and judging from the cringe-inducing thud as he swung it up onto the table, it was filled with rocks.

The pony blew out a huge breath. “Whew! That thing’s heavier than it looks.” He turned between Night Light and Velvet with a broad smile on his face. “Hey there, friends!”

Night Light just blinked, looking stunned. Velvet set her book down, mouth open, trying to figure out where to start. “Uh… can we help you?”

“Sure can! I’m not sure I can get this up there by myself.” The pony slapped the trunk, shaking his head. “I gotta start carrying less stuff on business trips. So, wanna help a fella out with a little unicorn razzle-dazzle?”

Night Light tilted his head. “Look, I don’t think we’ve met, but—”

“Oh, you’re right!” The pony proffered a hoof. “Don Candy, at your service. I work in plumbing sales. Heading off on a business trip right now, in fact.”

Night Light shook his hoof absently. “I’m sorry, but I think you have the wrong cabin, Mr. Candy…”

“Number forty-three, right?” Candy opened the door and looked outside at the cabin wall. “Yep!”

Night Light’s eyes narrowed. “Well, that can’t be right. I had a private cabin reserved a week ago!”

Velvet groaned. “Did the rail company mess something up?”

Candy shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time. Say, are either of you gonna help with this?”

With a sigh, Night Light lit his horn and lifted the massive trunk above to the bin. Candy grinned and squeezed into the seat beside him, to Night Light’s obvious displeasure. Velvet restrained herself from frowning. This stallion had crossed the line between “friendly” and “annoying” remarkably fast. She sighed internally. So much for getting some peace and quiet on the ride up.

There was a loud ringing sound, and the conductor’s voice echoed through the train. “Passengers, we will be departing in five minutes. Please ensure all your belongings are stowed before we proceed.”

“So,” said Candy, “where are you two going?” He shifted, settling further into the seat with a loud grunt. Night Light closed his eyes and put his head in his hoof.

“We’re headed to the Crystal Empire, and then on to Griffrance,” said Velvet, hoping the questions would stop there. She flipped open her book.

Candy didn’t take the hint. “Oh, what a coincidence! I’m heading to Griffrance pretty soon myself. Maybe we’ll be on the same flight, eh?”

“Gods, I hope not,” said Night Light, before jerking upright. “Since we’re not supposed to be there for another week. You’d miss your flight.”

“I doubt it,” said Candy, seemingly not noticing. “I’m pretty good at grabbing seats.”

Night Light mouthed I’ve noticed, and Velvet bit her lip to stifle a laugh. She turned back to Candy, putting on a polite smile. “My name’s Twilight Velvet. This is my husband, Night Light.”

“Pleased to meet you both! Well, I won’t stop you from reading.” Candy pulled a rolled-up newspaper from inside his suit, unfolded it, and leaned back even more, forcing Night Light toward the window.

Velvet, shaking her head, shrugged an apology to Night Light, then turned to her mystery novel. The daring griffon detective Herrietta Poiroost was just about to deduce the identity of the infamous Trottingham Torso Murderer…

Across the cabin, Candy let out a tremendous snore, shattering her concentration. Velvet looked up, exasperated. The pony had instantly fallen asleep on Night Light’s shoulder, the newspaper draped across his chest. Night Light looked livid. “This guy is unbelievable,” he whispered.

“We should still be polite, I suppose,” she said, her voice hushed. “But there's plenty of room over here if you want to move.”

Night Light nodded, extricating himself from the big plumbing salespony’s foreleg with an eyeroll, and slipping under the table. He popped up on Velvet’s right with a coy smile. “Nice view under there.”

“My, aren’t you feeling frisky this afternoon.” Velvet grinned, turning back to her book. “We’ll have to do something about that later.”

Night Light rubbed her shoulder with his own. “Why wait?”

Velvet raised her eyebrows and tilted her head across the cabin at the comatose Candy. Night Light’s face fell. “Oh. Right.” His plans foiled, he crossed his forelegs and leaned back into the seat, muttering about rude strangers.

“Besides,” said Velvet dryly as she turned the page, “I don’t think these cabins are soundproofed.”

* * *

Velvet regretfully closed the book at last. That twist at the end—she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to strangle the author or push copies of the book on all her friends. Having the narrator turn out to be the killer all along, it just didn’t seem fair.

She looked over to her right. Night Light was leaning up against the wall of the cabin, snoozing. Velvet cast an acidic glance across the cabin. Candy was out cold, thank all the gods, though he’d managed to sprawl further across the entire booth seat. He’d spent the entire trip alternating between ten-minute naps and telling inane stories about various customers he’d sold pipes to and what kind of plumbing packages his company offered. Velvet wasn’t sure which was more annoying. At least the drone of his talking was easier to ignore than that hacksaw-like snore he had.

Outside, the sky had grown dark. Only a few hours had passed, but thanks to Candy’s incessant, pointless tales it felt like she’d been riding in this railcar for days. She couldn’t make out the landscape through the night, so it was impossible to tell whether they were getting close to the Crystal Empire with its snowy surrounding tundra.

The conductor’s voice blared suddenly, startling both Candy and Night Light awake. “Passengers, we will be arriving at our next stop, San Palomino Station, in five minutes. Please do not leave your cabins until an attendant gives you the go-ahead.”

Weird, thought Velvet. Isn’t San Palomino to the south?

“Hey, that’s my stop,” said Candy, sitting up with a massive yawn. He stretched his forelegs high over his head. “I’ve got a buyer interested in redoing all his copper pipes in plastic! Ain’t that something? Plumbing’s important out here. Heck, it’s important everywhere!”

“I’m sure you’ll sell a load of your… whatevers,” said Velvet, strained.

Outside, brakes screeched and the train began to slow. Candy stood and began wrestling his giant trunk out of the overhead. Rolling her eyes, Velvet lit her horn and pulled it out for him. It thudded to the table again, making both Velvet and Night Light wince. Candy tipped an invisible hat. “Thanks again, Twilight!”

“Don’t mention it,” she said, dearly hoping she’d never run into this stallion again.

There was a knock on the cabin door. An attendant pushed it open and poked her head in. “We’ve arrived at the station. You can disembark whenever you’re ready.” She slipped back out.

“Ah, I just love making new friends.” Candy beamed. “Tell you what; we ever meet up again, the drinks are on me. Hey, maybe I’ll catch up to you before we hit Atlantrot!”

“That’d be nice,” said Velvet through clenched teeth. If so, I’m practicing that invisibility spell. “Goodbye, Candy.”

“Oh, please, call me Don!” He waved at them as he pulled his trunk out into the corridor. “See you later, friends.”

When the door shut quietly behind him, Velvet and Night Light both exhaled in relief. “I swear, if I had to listen to one more story about U-bends…” said Night Light, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Passengers,” rang out the conductor’s voice, loud enough that Velvet was certain he must be using some magical device to amplify it, “our next stop is outside Equestrian territory. Please make sure at this time that you have your passports, or you may be turned back at the border. The Mareathon Transportation company is not responsible for refunds if a passenger does not have the proper documentation.”

The train engine hummed back to life, and they began moving again. Velvet sighed happily. “At least now we can get some sleep.” She leaned over against her husband, closing her eyes.

“We could…” said Night Light, his voice airy.

Velvet felt the tip of a hoof tap her thigh. It tapped again, a little further over, as Night Light walked it down her leg. “Dear… dare I ask what you’re doing?”

“It just struck me that with all that packing yesterday, I forgot to bring any reading material.”

Velvet opened one eye. “Completely on accident, of course. Not at all an attempt to get a little nookie in on the train.”

“Of course,” he said, all innocence. The hoof snuck back up, rubbing her flank. “What kind of husband would I be if I got you all… flustered in such a public place?” He leaned into her, whispering into her ear. “If I spread those legs and gave you a thigh massage…” His hoof gently slid between her hind legs, pushing them slightly apart.

Velvet licked her upper lip. “Oh, you’d never do such a thing.” She fluttered half-lidded eyes up at him. “You’re too nice.”

The hoof touched the skin where her inner thigh met the soft, white coat of her pelvis. Velvet felt a shudder run through her. And here I thought he was just teasing, earlier.

Night Light gently nibbled the tip of her ear, drawing a sharp breath from her. “You’re right. I’m far too nice to rub those lips till they’re dripping wet, till you’re shaking all over, till you just can’t take it any more…” His hoof went down, resting on the cushion just below Velvet’s now-warm nether regions.

Velvet kissed his neck, draping her forelegs across his shoulders. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keEEP!” she almost jumped as he touched her entrance at last. She was quiet for a moment as she felt him trace a triangle around the crook of her legs; the firm touch of his hoof on her soft skin, the blood rushing down to her labia as they began to eagerly spread.

Night Light brushed the tip of his hoof up along her slit. He brought it up to where both of them could see it glisten in the dim light filtering through the curtains. “That didn’t take much.” He grinned. “You must want this pretty badly.”

“We were so busy packing and making plans for the last few days that I haven’t, um, taken care of things in a while.” Velvet was finding it hard to concentrate on much besides how Night Light’s hoof had felt on her pussy. “And you were so tired you just fell asleep every night.”

His expression turned devious. “All part of the plan, dear Velvet.”

“Wha-ahhhmmm…” her protests got lost somewhere between her brain and her mouth as Night Light’s hoof slid across her rapidly dampening labia. She could feel his now-wet touch on her thighs, and bit her lip.

“You did say I should slow down when making love,” he said, with the air of an old opera villain explaining his evil scheme. “So I’m playing the long game.”

“That…” she struggled, panting, “that had better not mean… you plan to leave me hanging.”

“Oh, no, you’re going to come. All over this cabin, if I have anything to say about it.” Night Light pushed his hoof further into the crook of her legs, beginning his work in earnest. Velvet threw her head back, splaying her legs wide open.

Somehow, it always felt far, far better when it wasn’t her hoof sliding along that slippery trench. Every stroke sent a little wave of heat up her spine, and soon her breathing was labored. She inhaled deeply, smelling the familiar scent that told her the most entertaining part of Night Light’s body had joined the proceedings. Glancing down, she saw his stiffening shaft bob rhythmically as he worked at her with his hoof.

Velvet clenched her pelvic muscles at his hoof, her pussy doing its best to swallow it, unsuccessfully. She became aware that her breathing had gotten very loud. “Night Light, what I said earlier—I really don’t think these walls block sound very well.”

“We’ll just have to be quiet, then, won’t we?” he said, kissing her.

She felt his tongue push into her mouth, entwining with her own. She pulled him closer, trapping his hoof with her hind legs and grinding into it. A little of that old fire was burning in her. They’d been having safe, private sex for years, and this was very much not that. Just the thought of somepony in the next cabin over hearing her feverish moans or Night Light’s grunts—and she fully intended to bring some of those out soon—and getting aroused, maybe even touching themselves, was titillating enough to send another trickle of fluid running down toward her bottom.

Night Light brought his hoof up to their faces, covered with Velvet’s shiny juices. “That’s a lot of honey there, honey. I think I’m getting thirsty.” He ducked down, sliding under the table.

Velvet barely had time to process this before she felt him dive right into her pussy. She gasped as his tongue, thick and hot, plunged into her slippery folds, giving them a long, luxurious lick. She steadied her hooves on the table, releasing a low moan as he briefly suckled on her clit.

Night Light’s tongue darted in and out, landing with a wet slap over and over on her puffy pink skin. Velvet was burning up, every drop her highly aroused pussy released somehow stoking the flames. She felt his snout rub against her skin, getting completely drenched. Her right leg twitched as he thrust his tongue into her hole; that wet, writhing thing pushing further and further into her and drawing new shakes and shudders with every touch. She could taste the salt of sweat on her lips.

Velvet bucked her hips involuntarily, mashing his face deeper into her pussy. “Ohhh, fuck, Night Light…” In response, he swirled his tongue around, making her throw her head back with a long moan. She clapped a hoof over her mouth, wondering if anypony had heard.

Below, Night Light continued giving her sopping pussy a remarkably thorough working-over. His tongue licked every sensitive spot, lapped up every drop of feminine pre-cum, and sought out every crevice where it could bury itself. Velvet couldn’t remember the last time he’d explored her this completely. He was finding little pleasure points even she didn’t know she’d had.

Without warning, his entire mouth descended on her clit. He sucked it, rolling his tongue around it like it was a wet, sticky lollipop. Pushing her legs further apart with his hooves, he savaged her hot button with his mouth. She felt his teeth graze gently over it, and squealed. Night Light reached his hooves around and pulled her into him, shaking his head back and forth while lathering her clit with saliva.

There was a creak, and Velvet barely had time to sit up before the cabin door opened. It was the young attendant mare from earlier. “Excuse me, miss. I thought I heard someone in here call for service?”

Beneath the table, Night Light had paused, but then Velvet felt a mischievous lick. Surely you’re not going to keep eating me out with her in the room! “No, thank you, we’re fine.”

“We?” The attendant looked at the empty booth across from her, confused.

Night Light slowly, and very deliberately, placed his mouth against Velvet’s pussy and slid his tongue inside. Velvet forced a smile for the attendant, silently thanking the concealing darkness. “Sorry, I just woke up. My husband must be in the restroom.” Night Light, are you crazy?

His tongue slid along the inside roof of her pussy, shoving deeper, and she had to bite down on her lip not to moan. “Uh, I don’t really need annnnything,” she failed to stop the word from drawing out deliciously as Night Light gave her insides another hot, wet laving. “Maybe some w-water?”

“Certainly,” said the mare, bobbing her head and vanishing.

“Night Light, you horny little—you almost got us caught!” Velvet tried to sound indignant, but the words came out soaked in pleasure.

His tongue paused its ministrations for a moment. “Can’t help it, Velvet. You just taste too sweet.” He resumed, giving a little nibble to the skin between her pussy and her ass, then licking all the way back up and along her slit. Velvet collapsed against the booth, squirming helplessly under his delightful assault.

She could feel her climax coming in the distance, getting nearer with every slick lash of Night Light’s tongue. It was going to be a messy one, she could already feel it. Her husband’s efforts intensified, as if he sensed how close she was.

The door creaked again, and the attendant reappeared. “I’ve brought your water, ma’am.”

“Oh, th-thank you!” stammered Velvet, too loudly, trying not to scream in ecstasy. “Just set it RIGHT—” Night Light had stuck his tongue deep inside her, and begun rubbing his nose against her clit. “Right on the table there, if you please.”

The attendant set a glass of water down where she’d indicated, then nodded with another confused look. “Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything else. Oh, and, um… if you’re feeling too hot, please feel free to open a window.”

Velvet wiped her sweaty brow and gave the mare a weak smile. “ThankyouIwill!”

The attendant, still looking baffled, closed the door. Velvet listened to the hoofsteps leaving down the corridor, and then all she could hear was the wet, lapping sounds of Night Light on her pussy.

She felt a tightening all over, and crossed the point of no return; that wonderful moment when orgasm became inevitable, but there were still a few seconds to hold it in as long as possible. Velvet resisted for one, two, three, four seconds, and then the dam broke. She clenched her mouth shut and gave a muted squeal as her whole body quivered. Her pussy flooded, splashing into Night Light’s waiting mouth. Her spine electrified, arching backward as she came.

Just when the full-body shakes began to quiet, Night Light growled and dove back at her clit, giving it a savage licking. Then Velvet was off again, a whole new wave of intimate pleasure crushing her forward onto the table to heave as her hips trembled. She laid her head on the wood, and let out a guttural moan that lasted as long as her climax. Night Light’s tongue guided her back down, circling around on her skin.

After a few moments, Night Light’s head popped up to her right. “So that was new,” he said.

“Y-yeah,” she managed, still trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered brain. “I’ve never had a,” she remembered to breathe, “a double orgasm before.”

She looked over at her husband, whose face was covered with clear, runny marecum. He grinned. “Ready for another?” Velvet nodded, almost frantically. “Good. Want anything in particular?” Night Light got back up on the seat, revealing that his cock was standing fully upright.

It ought to be, after that amazing pussy-eating. Velvet’s mind was so fried that she couldn’t put five words together, let alone tell him what to do. “Whatever you like, honey.”

“Then get on up here.” He clambered onto the table. There was just enough room for him not to have to duck. “I figure if this is sturdy enough to stand up to that guy’s trunk, it can handle a couple of randy ponies.”

Velvet scrambled to join him. She squeezed onto the table in front of him, putting her head down to rest and pushing her hindquarters up. Swishing her tail back and forth, she could feel it smearing that wetness all over her backside. The powerful smell of sex filled the compartment, fanned further with every sway of her hips. At last, she held her tail up, the universal symbol for come and fuck me, you glorious stallion. “Get in there, Night Light.” She smirked. “Bet you don’t last a minute, after getting this worked up.”

He placed his hooves on her flanks and rubbed them in circles. “At this point, I can’t say I would mind.” Velvet felt the firm presence of his shaft lie on her backside as he moved forward, putting his forelegs over her back beside her own. He gave her a little nip where her neck met her shoulder, and she crooned.

Night Light pushed slowly against her, his dick sliding against her ass. Velvet felt a rivulet of lubricant go running down her leg, as her pussy eagerly awaited round three. But her husband seemed content simply to grind on her butt, slowly rocking them both back and forth. “So much teasing tonight,” she said, slightly out of breath. “I know I said foreplay was good, but sheesh.”

“Long game,” he said smugly, finally pulling back and sliding his dick under her. Velvet inhaled in anticipation, only for him to slide it along her belly instead.

“Niiiight,” she pouted.

“All right, all right,” he said, snickering. He reached a hoof back, and Velvet felt the flared tip of his dick push against her entrance.

Her eyes opened in surprise at just how big it was. Maybe it was due to how sensitive her pussy was after that glorious tongue-fucking, but Night Light’s dick felt more massive than usual, and hard as steel. She twitched as he pushed the head inside, clamping down on him and an “Mmmmm…” escaped her.

Night Light leaned over her back, whispering into her ear. “You planning to let me in? A little hard when you close the doors like that.”

“Ohhh, kaaayyyyy…” she managed, forcing herself to relax all her muscles. Night Light pushed a little further in, pulled back, and suddenly rammed himself all the way home inside her. Velvet’s eyes rolled up and she clapped her left hoof on the table, tongue hanging limply out of her mouth.

“Damn, Velvet,” he said, sounding strained, “You have the deepest—” he thrusted, making her squeal, “wettest—” again, “hottest cunt any stallion’s ever fucked.” He increased his pace, stuffing her dripping pussy over and over.

As his dick delved into her insides, Velvet squeezed it, desperate both to come and to make him join her. It jammed deeper in, pushing out the walls of her pussy, mentally lighting up every inch of her textured ridges. Velvet could picture it, that thick cock, covered in slick pussy juice, sliding through that dark cavern. And when he couldn’t take it anymore, its tip would burst, filling that tunnel with a hot, sticky load so big it would come squeezing out the sides, hanging down from her pussy in great big gooey strands that would shake while he fucked her…

She was moaning helplessly as he took her, a delighted, open-mouthed grin on her face. The rhythmic rocking of their slippery fucking shook the table, sending ripples across the cup of water. “Oof,” rasped Night Light, “I think you were right. Almost there, Velvet.”

“Me first, me first,” she begged, reaching her right forehoof under her stomach to feel his balls slapping against her belly. “I want to come while you’re still inside.”

Night Light’s horn glowed, and Velvet felt a buzzing sensation right on her clit. She gasped, trembling under the dual assaults inside and outside her body. Night Light intensified his magical pressure, making her squirm. His cock plunged as deep as it could go, and he gave a strangled gasp. “Oh shit, Velvet, wait—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Velvet felt the shuddering come back over her. She cried out, clapping a hoof over her mouth half a second too late, feeling her entire body tense and suddenly come. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, whimpering into her hoof as she clung to Night Light’s dick with every muscle she had, wringing out every last little drop of her orgasmic high. Little dripping noises told her she was making a bit of a mess on the table. Biting her lip, she wiggled her hips a little, riding out the last few waves of pleasure.

She blinked, panting heavily, and turned her head slightly to look back at her husband. “S-sorry, what?”

“I can’t finish—if I come, it’ll end up getting all over the table or the seats!” He looked a little panic-stricken. “Shit, they’d charge us for the cleaning.”

Privately, Velvet suspected they’d be getting charged anyway. The scent of a really hot, wet fucking was pretty hard to ignore in this room. But still, no need to make Night Light feel solely responsible. “Tell you what. I’ll take care of it.”

“Huh?” his head gave a quizzical tilt.

Velvet slid forward off of his dick, biting her lip and cooing as it brushed her clit on the way out. “Here,” she said, turning around and opening her mouth.

“Wait a minuteohwow,” he gasped, as she grabbed his hips and pushed his shaft into her mouth. “Velvet, you never do oral after I’ve been in your pussy.”

She pulled off with a loud slurp. “I do today,” she said, grinning. She dived back in, suckling on his cock. She wasn’t going to get to do anything fancy; Night Light looked like he was about to pop any second now. A shame, really, she’d always prided herself on her blowjobs.

Curious, she held the head of his dick in her mouth and rolled her tongue around it, sampling the flavor. The tang of what had to be her pussy was very strong, but she found it pleasing. We taste pretty good together, she thought smugly, stroking his shaft with a hoof.

“It’s—it’s going to be a big one, Velv—”

Velvet inhaled deeply through her nose and plunged forward. She felt his cockhead slide way into the back of her throat, so far it felt like it was halfway to her stomach. Her chin touched his balls, and she batted her lashes up at him. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Night Light’s entire dick seized up in her mouth. Velvet felt the first pulse travel along his length deep down into her throat, where it came firing out. Warmth flooded her belly, growing stronger with the second and third throbs.

Night Light’s face was contorted with absolute ecstasy, his cock spasming wildly inside her throat. Velvet swallowed, her tongue and throat milking out every boiling stream of cum. Night Light’s hooves were on her shoulders, pressing hard as he shook. Even more sticky semen came splurging out into her throat; he hadn’t been exaggerating about it being a big load.

She pulled back a bit to open her airways. Taking a breath through her nose, she licked the tip of his cock, getting another dollop of cum for her reward. She sucked on the tip for a while longer, making sure she got it all. Eventually, Night Light pulled back, stepping unsteadily down from the table and collapsing back into the booth. His still half-erect cock flopped sideways, twitching up and down. “Velvet… I… phew, that was…” he panted happily.

Velvet’s horn glowed, raising the glass of water to her lips. She drank it down, washing the last few wads of cum out of her mouth. She rubbed her belly, setting the cup down. “Impressive, honey. Were you saving up?” She burped, her eyes going wide and her hoof shooting up to cover her mouth.

Night Light laughed. “For a few days now, yeah.”

“Oof, I feel full.” She sat down next to him, still marveling at the load she’d just swallowed. Well, really, the load he’d just shot directly into her stomach. I feel like a cocksleeve. A very sexy, quivering wet mess of one. “Maybe we should ask the attendant for some napkins.”

“Probably better if we just take our luggage and get off the train as soon as it stops,” said Night Light, a little remorsefully.

“Mm, yes.” Velvet leaned over against him, suddenly very tired. “Hey, you didn’t show me any of your surprises.”

Night Light gave her an exhausted grin. “Ah, those are for later.”

“Oh?” she said, snaking her hooves around his neck and kissing his lips. “I can’t wait.”

* * *

A loud whistle woke them. Velvet snapped upright in the bright morning light coming through the window, which was covered by curtains. They must have fallen down sometime during her and Night Light’s… activities. Memories of last night’s unexpected and wholly unprecedented dangerously-close-to-public rutting immediately jumped into her mind. She should have felt mortified, or at least mildly embarrassed, but all she felt was horny. Night Light was certainly taking her foreplay advice to heart.

Her husband shook his head blearily. “Must have reached our stop, finally. Come on, let’s get our luggage down.”

The two were still wrestling with their cases when the conductor’s voice rang out loud and clear. “Passengers, we’ve reached the Equestrian border. Please have your passports ready as you exit the train. Those of you continuing on with us, have your passports ready for inspection by the border agent. And for those disembarking here in Hoofar Al-Batin, let me be the first to welcome you to Saddle Arabia!”

Velvet and Night Light both froze, turning slowly to look at each other. Night Light’s eyes swiveled over to stare at the curtains. Both of them rushed for the window at once, pulling the curtains aside to reveal an enormous, empty expanse of bright blue sky and dry, sandy dunes.

They stared out at the desert in silence for a moment.

“I’m going to write a very strongly-worded letter about this,” said Night Light.