Stories to keep to yourself.

I rubbed up and down Darcy's ribs as she stripped off, my cock pressed hard between my undershirt and Darcy's jean covered groin. The rough texture was slightly painful, but the girl stripping down and flashing her soft tanned body to me was more than enough to distract from the rough scratching against my junk. Little by little Darcy lost her farm girl look, dropping it for sheer human borne nakedness. My heartbeat was going wild as she lifted her arms up, breasts heaving over me. Finally it fell, the one thing I'd always seen on her, even while sleeping, her bow fell against my chest.

Darcy leaned forward, hands resting against my chest, still apart from my skin by two layers. "Glass, off--"

"Right, right." I hurriedly pulled my hands away from her soft skin and tried to get undressed. "Kinda difficult with you grinding me." I pulled my coat off, then my over shirt, then my shirt, and finally, ripped from my body, my undershirt. I took a deep breath as my cock pressed up against my bare skin, my blue coat peeking over the waistband of my pants. "So pants are--"

Darcy grabbed my hand and pulled it straight to her groin. She slid my fingers up and down her jeans, the heat incredible against my fingers. Darcy leaned her hips forward, grinding against the ridge of my hand. My left hand had found itself somewhere against her side, squeezing the tight flesh around her hips. Darcy let out a sharp groan and leaned down, hands pressed up against my chest. "So this is how I shut you up."

I mumbled incoherently as I rubbed her jeans. I slid my hand down her skin, greeted by a soft fuzzy coat around her waist. Next came a soft cotton strap around her hip. My brain felt like it was sparking, my hands fumbling for the first time in three years. Darcy leaned back, hands digging into her thick hair and body thrusting her bust out while she leaned her head back. The tight skin around her stomach and chest heaved as I rubbed her, and I was truly lost in the display.

The blood was certainly not rushing to my head, and it was only made worse as Darcy slid her hands down her body. Little by little she pulled my hands away and undid her pants. Bright red legs adjusted around me. I watched her slip around, presenting to my face. "Oh dear Celestia you're beautiful." I mumbled, watching her legs swing around and straddle my head. I felt her hands grab my cock. She held me tight and leaned back, tugging at me hard and causing my hands to dig into the sheets of our tiny bed.

A deep heat pressed against my nose as a set of bright green panties fell against my face. A damp spot of soft cotton pressed against my lips as my eyes were obscured by red and green flank and panties. Darcy's tail swung over my head, the bright orange streak shining in the soft sunlight as it wrapped around the back of my head. The weight backing her squishy backside smothered me, my nose and mouth growing damp as I opened and let her plump pussy sit against my tongue.

I reached up, grabbing whatever I could. Soft coat, smooth skin, didn't matter. I held on and squeezed as I suckled at the plump slit just beyond the sticky panties in my mouth. Somewhere in my mind I noticed it, however slow I was to realize what it was. A warm wet tongue was dancing around my pony cock, pulling me in and surrounding me with slick heat and a smooth fleshy squeeze.

Pleasure was dancing around my cock. My heart was about to explode. My mouth was being treated to a sticky feminine drip of Apple family mare juice. I was content with the few gasps of air I got as she drew back her flank. Lines of saliva and mare cum stretched from my mouth to her panties, the massive wet patch growing sloppy and sticky. I pulled her back down. Her tail wrapped tight around the back of my head as she suckled and licked at my cock. My brain felt like it was swimming in stickiness.

I leaned my hips up as the tickle grew rough and heavy. The stress of two weeks started to build around my cocktip until finally, after the vicious, viscous tongue lashing and constant suckle, I lost it. A few pleased groans and moans broke the hazy fluff around my brain, more vibrations around my cock than actual noise. Little by little another warmth surrounded me. My cum dripped down out of her mouth, sliding down over my shaft as she held me in place.

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Every bit of air I could get was hot, musky. I couldn't think properly as all the tension in my body was spilled into a warm mouth. Every twitch and throb as I spurted into Darcy's mouth was bliss turned pain. Each suck and throb as Darcy pulled back sent painfully overstimulated jolts into my stomach.

I leaned back and closed my eyes as my slathered mouth was freed from the damp cotton oppressor. Darcy leaned up and sat on my chest. "Oh my god...Glass...dear Celestia...."

"Pony... father.... Always...." I let myself melt into the bed. "Always.... Uh.... Messy."

Darcy swung around and went back to straddling my waist while looking down at me. Her mouth was held open, tongue painted white as she whipped her eyes and mouth. "Uh, yeah." She coughed a few times. "Um... I uh--"

"You taste like green apple...." I huffed, my entire body weak and worn out. "Have I-- ugh Jesus. Have I ever said pony pussy always tastes better than human.... Not as--"

"Icing...." Darcy wiped her lips. "Uh...just about as thick...."

I laughed softly and stared up at Darcy's breasts, beautifully heavy, sagging just enough to give them the perfect shape. "Thank you dad...thank you Celestia...and Jesus I guess...." I leaned back and let my hands fall to my sides. "Darcy, five minutes."

Darcy leaned forward. "You're not don--"

I watched as Darcy laid against my, smiling face eye to eye with me. "Five minutes. Five minute break."

Darcy laid down against my chest, cheek rested against my own. "Fine." She let out a long sigh, warm breasts jammed up against my chest. "Your skin is really rough."

I reached up and held her against me. "And you're warm." I squeezed her, spreading the stickiness on my lips to her ear.

Darcy giggled softly and pulled her head away. "Glass, what happened?"

I sighed loudly, she was of course talking about my chest. "Burn scars, long time ago, fine now." I took a deep breath and adjusted myself. "Ready?"

Darcy smiled and pulled her hips up. "Almost." She reached back and before I knew it I found myself with a pair of panties shoved in my mouth. "There--"

I pushed them out with my tongue. "Darcy...please."

Darcy leaned back as I situated myself. "Oh  have--"

"Your nipples are perky." I slid my hands up and placed them against her apple seed cutie mark. "Must be getting cold."

Darcy grew a bit red and pulled her arm over her chest. "What?! They're--"

"You're embarrassed about that?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Darcy, honestly."

Darcy looked towards the window. "You're the one who made it weird." She carefully sat on my chest and slid her hooves off the bed. I laid back, the constant weight and sweat on my body leaving me stick and half lucid.

I held my hands out in front of my eyes. "Fucking...pissy pissington." I sniffled softly and sat upright. "So, we don--"

Darcy was standing at the window, her hair leading down with that bright orange streak perfect as ever. The bright white light spilled around her, framed her. And just knowing this was mine, to hold, to have, to share with. "It's snowing, I think we're in Canterlot."

I slid out of the bed and stretched my legs. "Are we?"

Darcy looked back at me, profile highlighted by the bright sun. "Somewhere snowy this time of year, so yeah, I think so!" She lifted her hips and gave a little wiggle before settling down. "I've never been to Canterlot."

I walked behind Darcy, dropping down to a duck behind her. "I'll show you Canterlot...."

Darcy laughed softly. "Oh wow, did you-- Glass? Gla-- Bawwh!?" She jerked her hips forward as I kissed her flank. She slammed her hips up against the wall of the train. "Glass, why!?"

I hugged her waist, keeping my cheek against her ass. "Because." I took a deep breath and stood up, letting my arms rest around her stomach. "Darcy, are you sure you can't stay? One day?"

Darcy sighed roughly. "Glass--"

"One day." I kissed her ear. "Please."

Darcy tried to brush me away, so soft it was more of a grace against my cheek than a push. "Glass, stop it."

I squeezed her sides. "One night."

Darcy leaned against me and snuck her tail around. "One night?"

I felt her tail wrap around my now short one. "One night." My voice was clear, warm.

Darcy bumped me back with her flank. "Then you'd better ask nicely."

A loud banging from the wall caught us both, causing us to sidestep. "Oh my god, just fuck already!" Another of the private rooms came to life as an angry sounding voice broke in. "Holy crapsicles! Everypony can hear you! Now unless you want everypony on the train to hoof themselves, shut up, or at least quiet down!"

I took a few steps back from Darcy and coughed into my fist. "So...save this for.... I mean, the walls are soundproof in Storm Side."

Darcy covered her chest and turned to the window. "One night...."

"Thank you!" A hearty laugh came from the wall. "Just to be weird, I got a wet because of you!"

I felt my skin creep. "God...." I looked up at Darcy. "So, train was not a good idea, right?"

Darcy smiled and nodded. "A little creepy." She looked back to the window. "View is nice though."

I licked my lips. Wide hips, slender waist, beautiful strong legs. "Definitely." I walked up behind her and threw my arms around her. "God...you know I was going to just take you standing like this, pressed against the window." I buried my head in her mane, snuggling the orange streak.

"How? With a step stool?" She started to snicker and bumped me back with her flank.

I felt myself go flaccid. "Darcy, why?"

She looked back at me. "Because you're short." She sauntered past, hips still pulling my vision with each swing. "Now, I got up way too early for you." She slid onto the bed. "Now...not to sound like my aunt, but, snuggle up partner."

I stared at her, awed by the sudden hick in her voice. "How long have you been hiding that?"

Darcy smiled at my, laying on her side and staring at me. "What, this? Like Cider or AJ? It's a gift, ain't it?"

I took a deep breath through my nose. "God I love you."

Darcy smiled, a warm, unforgivably sweet smile. "I know."

I felt my heart sink. "God, you're gonna hate Storm Side."

"Why--"

"Flower like you?" I walked over to the bed and put my cock on her fetlock. "Won't last a minute in the cold."

Darcy looked down at my cock on her leg. "Glass, what are you doing?"

"I don't know! Feels good though." I put my hands on my hips. "Seriously, you're not going to like Storm Side." I smiled down to her. "I'm sure I can make it bearable though."

Darcy smiled at me. "I'm sure, now get your dick off my leg--"

I shrugged and took a few steps back. "I thought you had a hoof thing?"

"My leg is not a hoof, and that pony was weird enough."

I looked back to the wall. "I wonder if they can--"

"Yes! You're loud!"

I frowned hard. "I will come over there and kick your--"

"Bitch I'll turn this into a threeway before you could count to one!"

I took a step back from the wall. "Darcy, next time we buy two rooms."

"Gloryhole? Ki--"

"Wait a buttfucking second!" I snapped my head around the room. "Pants, pants!"

Darcy shrugged and tossed her jeans at me. "Pants--"

"Not what I meant but okay!" I slipped into her pants, my hooves jammed up in the overly long legs. "I'll be back." I hurried out into the hall and around to the next room. "Oi, open!"

The door slowly slid open, a familiarly crystalline set of eyes shined past. "Oh-- what!?" The door flung open, the mare I'd met back on the ride from the Crystal Empire to Canterlot was standing before me. "Small--"

I grabbed my head. "Oh my god, don't talk about threesomes!" I pulled her door shut and went back to my room in a flash. I slammed the door shut and locked it, unlocked it, then locked it again.

Darcy had sat up and pulled the sheets around her head like a cloak. "What happened?"

I spun around and licked my lips. "Uh...blast from the past." I wiped my face. "Someone talking about gloryholes that should not be talking about gloryholes." I pulled my fingers through my hair. "Uh...I think no more train sex, ever."

Darcy puffed her cheeks out and looked towards the window. "I don't know,it sounds like an other idea, a certain type of train really."

I stared at her. "No...don't--"

"They say it has no brakes--"

"Don't!" I pointed my finger dead between her eyes.

She smiled at me. "Alright, now come here, it's getting cold." She threw her hands out, milk tea colored skin and red coat waiting beyond the plain white sheets she'd wrapped around herself. "You're little spoon this time."