The Equestrian train is an iconic milestone in pony engineering, its rails reaching every part of Equestria from Manehattan to Appleloosa. It was as fast as any Earth pony, and built from durable equestrian steel. There was only one train so even though it ran on steam, it's limited use eliminated most concerns for the environment. Of course no invention is without it's faults as the heavy maintenance on the rails and the engine might imply. Sometimes hours would go by while ponies wait for mechanics and engineers to fix whatever's wrong with the train and/or rails. The reason why ponies at the local Ponyville station have waited for hours was, for once, not any fault of the machinery. Rather it was due to almost a third of the cars being flooded.

Maud winced inwardly, as she walked off the train and onto the station's shaded platform. Ponies of all ages were staring at her, more than a few with a slight condescending look as they understood why the train was delayed. Despite cumming more than a dozen times on the trip here, her county fair-worthy gonads still sagged heavily past her knees and she could tell she was more blue-balled than before. Seemingly ignoring the stares and the occasional whisper she walked off the platform and into the light of the sun. She was greeted by the sun's warmth on her fur and even beneath her blue frock as her body left the air-conditioned cabin. Inwardly, she was happily surprised to feel the sun's warmth, unimpeded by overcast. The area around her college was nearly as cloudy as her home, and rained more than it didn't. Here the bright blue sky was in full view. A gentle wind blew across Maud's body, and for a moment, all the stress and misery she had brought with her melted away. So absorbed in her reverie Maud almost didn't hear someone calling her.

“Mrs. Pie?” Maud turned to see a cobalt blue earth pony walking towards her. He was a short stallion, barely eye level with her chest, and had to stand a ways from her to see her face. He was also of middle age, his white-blue hair just starting to gray around the edges, but his bright orange eyes belied his years. Due mostly likely to his occupation, his muscles bulged beneath his gray jumpsuit, giving him a slight macho look. "Mrs. Maud Pie?" he asked again, his baritone voice dancing into Maud's ear and almost sending shivers down her spine. Despite him being old enough to be her dad, Maud had to admit that the old colt was still bit of a stud. She clenched her hand hard to prevent herself from drifting off again.

“Mrs. Pie is my mother's name.” she replied with her droning voice.

"Oh, I apologize then, Ms..."

"Just call me Maud."

"Then Maud it is then." he replied with a shrug. "My name's Strong Charger, one of the train's mechanics, and I wanted to talk to you about the..." He clears his throat. "Mess you made in the train."

Maud sighed inwardly. She knew this was coming, though she still silently dreaded it. She didn't know how much money she had to pay, but it was only right that she pay it.

"How much bits to pay for the damage." she said, reaching in between her huge love pillows for her wallet, the only thing she brought with her when she left that morning. She didn't really care that it drew stares from passerby's. Her dress didn't have pockets, most dresses didn't, so she had to make do. Besides, her breasts made for great pockets.

To his credit, Strong Charger didn't stare as he replied. "It's alright you don't have to pay for anything."

Her arm lay comically forgotten betwixt her melons as Maud stopped to stare. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What?" she said, a raised eyebrow punctuating her confusion.

His bright orange eyes made contact with hers, and Maud had to stop herself from falling into them. "Girl, I've known a lot of herms in my day, even dated a few girls like yourself. A lot of them couldn't even wait until we got back home before jumping on me. Others wouldn't even wait, just jump on me after I asked them out. So, I understand how hard it is for you to control yourself when you go without a rump." Then his face split into a grin. "Besides there must be a reason why your holding out, and I can't really take money from you because you don't feel like doing it now can I."

Maud almost shared that smile with him. That kind of honesty, of understanding was half the things she needed in a stallion. Even though it wasn't cloudy out, she could almost see a ray of light shine down and illuminate that attractive smile of his. Then Strong Charger's expression changed and the moment ended. "But that's not why I'm here. It's about the mess you made, more specifically the stench."

Blinking slowly a few times, she removed her hand from the deep confines of her bosom before replying. "Oh? How so?"

His expression became apprehensive, his hand rubbing the back of his head. "Well..."

The train was very long and it was almost never packed to brim. It's why they could tolerate a few cars becoming swamps of spunk. However, when almost half of the train becomes swamped, that's when it starts to become a problem. "I don't think your up to it." Strong Charger said plainly to his fellow mechanic. He and his colleague were strapped with magical vacuums specifically designed to teleport thick liquids to a faraway facility, and were in charge of cleaning the train. Sweet Ember, the colleague in question, was a reddish white pegasus mare with bluish red braids. Like most ponies she was a taller than him by head, and often teased him about it. She wore the traditional mechanics uniform for men, though her hand-filling bust strained the front of it. A hole was cut in the back for her long tail that hanged above a squeezable ass. The mare had what he would describe as an 'attractive bod' if he was 20 years younger.

In front of them, a magically sealed carriage door separated them from almost a half train's worth of schlong juice. Not just any kind of baby batter, but pole milk from a hermaphrodite and anyone who has cleaned up after them knows that sometimes their jizz does some strange, and often sexual, things. Each herm's cum is unique from another, and there is no tried and true way of handling it, so only those who are accustomed to it are allowed anywhere near the stuff. In this case, that meant only him and Sweet Ember, who confessed to shacking with a herm once. 'Once' being the key word and also why Strong Charger doesn't think she is ready.

The pegasus turned her head, her long braids whirling around her wide shoulders, and frowned down at him. "Oh, come off it old man. It's either I help you or you slog through it all day until some kind of help arrives." she said, Strong Charger's ears swiveling to catch her low, but still feminine voice as her arms crossed beneath her generous bust. Sweet Ember was in many ways an oddity on the earth pony managed train. Gods knows why a pegasus like her came to work for a train. Her huge wings twitched constantly, and whenever she could, she would stretch them out and fly long and hard. Sweet Ember, however, had a knack for cogs, a smart mechanic in her own right with a sort of inventive personality that he liked about her. When there was something wrong with the wheels and there wasn't anything to fix it with on hand, she would always have some kind of third option ready. She was young though and was still a bit headstrong.

"We won't be slogging through any of it, if I end up having to tie you to a tree." he mumbled. Herm cum was not for those who were not used to it, but Ember was right. He would be here all day and a night unless management sent help, something they were unlikely to do. Cost too much bits. "Alright, but if I see anything out of ordinary, your sitting out."

Sweet Ember raised a hand to her head in salute and smiled. "Ay-aye captain." Strong Charger shook his head slightly before turning his attention to the sealed door. Under certain circumstances, a failsafe spell in the car activated, effectively sealing away anything and everything inside. In this case, it was a water tank's worth of spooge. Only a certain number of people are allowed to get in or out when it happens. Fortunately, he counted as one of those people. He raised his hand to the door, and felt more than saw, some kind of magic that scanned him. Once the spell was satisfied, he heard a click in the internal locking mechanism and he knew the door was unlocked. Fancy unicorn magic. He turned back to Ember. "Get ready."

The mare snorted. "Don't worry boss, I'm ready for anything." She could have never been so wrong. The second Strong Charger opened the door, a kaleidoscope of scents assaulted Strong Charger nose. They were intoxicating, musky and so strong he had to clamp a hand over his muzzle. The thick liquid oozed more than flowed over his hooves, somehow intensifying the smell. It's touch sent a shiver down his spine that somehow made his package expand. He could already feel his sizable cock starting to become aroused despite his mental walls.

"Damn it, it's too strong. We gotta quarantine this off until-" Before he could finish he was shoved sideways, his head banging against the wall. He looked up to see Sweet Ember looking over him, the color of her blush showing even through her fur. Her face was half desperate plea, half crazed mare in heat; he could feel his groin becoming wet from her probably puffed up pussy. "...Well Shit."

"...Never in my 40 years of life had I experienced anything like that before. I had to drag my colleague outta there and tie her up so she wouldn't jump on anyone." Strong Charger said with exhausted tone, a hand to his forehead.

Maud was not someone who expressed her emotions outwardly, but when Strong Charger finished his story, she couldn't help but wince just a little. She knew her cum was some powerful stuff. Back in college, the door to her dorm room was always being pounded by mares that got a whiff of it. It got so bad, she had to put a chain on it and find stretchy condoms. The fact that this was all her fault made it sting a little more.

Before Maud could start self-berating herself about it, however, Strong Charger clasped a hand on her forearm. "Don't worry too much about it. It's not like anyone was hurt or anything, so don't be too hard on yourself." He flashed her another smile that almost managed to make her smile.

"Thank you that means a lot. I better get going though." she said instead, some of the warmth from moments before returning.

"Of course, of course, just be careful alright." he replied. She nodded and turned to walk away. Strong Charger pointedly stared at her very big, and still very backed up sac despite flooding half a train as it swayed side to side. "Celestia help us all." he murmured just before he heard a shout from the train.

"Why is Sweet Ember tied up?!" Strong Charger immediately sprinted to the train yelling "Don't untie her!!" the entire way.

Author's Note

I'd really like some advice on this peeps. It would nice to know what to do right next time.