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I held the binoculars steady on the ‘object’ down the track from us. The ‘object’ was waving a hoof up in the air, as if signaling us.

The ‘object’...

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…was Applejack.

“STOP THE TRAIN!!” I shouted, causing Dash to almost jump out of her fur. She frantically eyed every bit of the dashboard, seemingly forgetting where the train’s brake lever was. Or was it a lever? I wasn’t sure, but I saw one hanging by the other window, so I pulled it down for her.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!

The train horn blasted.

“D! Moron!” Dash exclaimed, smacking my arm away from the lever.

“What the hell?!” I replied, “Why would they make the train horn a lever? In my world, it’s always some kinda cord, you know, like one that hangs-”

“Just shut up!!” she shouted, finally reaching out for a lever by the floor and yanking it up. Immediately after, the train squealed with the sound of its brakes scraping the rails. She then stuck her head out the open window, glancing back at the train cars behind us. When she stuck her head back in, she continued observing the dashboard.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Gah. Emergency brakes aren’t activated.”

“What about this red lever?”

I noticed a red lever not far from the brake lever she pulled. It looked right, so I pulled it down.

“D! NOOO!”

I was about to ask her what her problem was until I heard a weird clanking sound in front of us, where the engine sat. Along with the squeals, this clanking sound continued to grow-

BANG!

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A big mechanical bang erupted from the engine. This was followed by a sudden silence, as both the engine and squealing of the brakes came to an abrupt halt. Dash and I stood in this silence for a second before she pulled the red lever back up.

Nothing happened.

A furious Dash glared up at me.

“WHAT THE FUCK, D?!”

“What?!” I responded, defensively throwing my hands in the air, “I thought that was the emergency brake! Why wouldn’t it be? What did it do?”

“What does it look like?! You aren’t supposed to pull that WHEN THE TRAIN IS RUNNING!”

“Bruh. That makes no fucking sense, cuzzo. How do you even know you aren’t supposed to pull that, when just a second ago, you were searching for the brakes? You have a weird sense of knowledge.”

“Oh my god. Just shut up.”

She shook her head and leaned out of the window again. The train had slowed a little bit since the engine quit working, but it was still cruisin’ along. I stuck my head out behind her, noticing Applejack was a lot closer now. By the time she was within shouting distance, the train was slow enough for her to walk beside it.

“AJ!!!” Dash exclaimed.

“Oh, thank goodness!” AJ hollered back, ecstatic to find out it was Dash and I inside of the train, “I’m so glad I ran into y’all!”

“We are too!” Dash exclaimed.

AJ started half-walking, half-limping beside the train, observing the wheels clicking and clacking on the track as we slowly drifted along.

“What happened?” she asked.

Dash’s glare returned.

Smack!

A furious Dash smacked the back of my head. “This bozo pulled the wrong damn lever. We’re gonna have to look at the engine now. He mighta broke it.”

“BROKE it?!” I exclaimed.

“Uhh YEAH!”

Smack!

“Gosh darn it,” AJ commented, “Ya dang moron. You can’t go one daggone second without causin’ trouble, can you?”

“Oh whatever,” I retorted, “We’ll just fix it. It’s fine. Wait til’ you hear about our little Canterlot adventure.”

Her eyes widened with interest. We had a lot of catching up to do.

I stood by the train engine, keeping watch as Dash, Twi, Princess Luna, and the human boy worked on it. Apparently, the boy knew a bit about engines, so they’d let him come out to hopefully lend some help. It seems that was what he was doing, although I couldn’t make out what they were saying from over here.

While I was supposed to be keeping an eye out for any surprise zombie ponies in the dark, I moreso kept my eye on him. If he so much as shoved one of them aside, I was gonna use my new hatchet to cut his dick off at the base. Nevermind shooting it off.

Anyway, we all had a little mini-reunion when the others realized we’d stopped for Applejack. Everybody was thrilled to see her, of course. Once the party was over, she’d been taken to the train car with the cripples so that Snow could examine her.

From what she told us, she’d been chased off by a few zombie ponies of her own the night we lost her. Her banged-up foreleg from the previous train tunnel incident made it difficult for her to fight back, so she was forced to flee. While she did make it out safely, she had gotten lost in the woods. Eventually, she’d found the tracks, and followed them to stumble across us.

AJ was a tough mare. I knew that more than anyone. Despite this, she ended up conking the hell out while getting looked after by Snow. Twi had pestered her enough, so our focus went back to fixing the train.

As I listened to the distant chirping of crickets and other nighttime animals filling the air, Jen made an appearance in the indescribable car. Just a reminder… that’s the open car behind the train engine. You know, the one with cutouts?

Don’t even start.

Haha. Anyway, she hopped off the car and immediately started walking up to me. Once again, she was holding a rifle. This still didn’t sit right with me, but I guess the princesses didn’t care anymore. I guess they were serious about working with them.

For now, I’d have to set my trust issues aside. Hopefully Abby wouldn’t shoot me in the back of the head while I wasn’t looking. I sighed at this thought as Jen smiled and walked up to stand beside me.

“Hey, D’mitry.”

“What do you want?” I scoffed.

“Nothing. But Princess Celestia told me to take your place.”

I eyed her suspiciously. “Really?”

“Yeah. She needs to have a word with you.”

Oh shit.

This must have been about me breaking the train engine. Plus, ever since we left Canterlot, she still hadn’t given me my spanking for pointing my gun at her yet.

Fucking shit.

My brain immediately thought about running away into the woods, but that’d probably do me no good. I’d have to suck it up and get my ass handed to me, literally. Or… I guess hooved? Lol. Anyway, this isn’t a laughing matter. I took a few seconds to digest this, taking a deep breath in an attempt to relax. Jen noticed this and spoke up again.

“Yeahhhh… she’s probably going to spank you, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“You’ll be alright. Maybe. I don’t know, actually. She looks like she could really cause some damage with those long legs of her-”

“I said shut up!” I hissed, taking some more deep breaths.

“You might as well get it over with. It can’t be that bad. It’s just a spanking.”

I huffed. “I really wish y’all had acted up at the castle or something.”

She eyed me curiously. “And why is that?”

“So I could be justified in killing you.”

Instead of retaliating, she just frowned. “I hope you know that we meant no harm. I know we’re not saints, but I never wanted any of this. Like Peter said, I just wanted to leave. Him wanting to kill you didn’t sit well with me either.”

“Well how kind of you. If you still wanna leave, I can put a bullet in your head for you.”

She sighed and shook her head. “No. I don’t want that, even if you are telling the truth. That sounds painful.”

“Hearing you talk is painful.”

She rolled her eyes. “Listen… we can talk more later, but I really, really hope you can drop your hatred for us. I know Abby will take some time, but I’m willing to make amends with you.”

“Make amends with these nuts, bitch,” I commented, cupping my balls and tugging on them as I walked away.

I vaguely saw her roll her eyes again before turning away and walking up to the indescribable car. I made my way inside to the next car, where Celestia sat alone on a bench against the wall. She had a lantern lit by her side, allowing her to read some kinda book laid out in front of her.

I stood at the front of the car, still taking those same deep breaths. I only got a few more of these before she noticed me, looking up from her book.

“D’mitry. Let’s get this over with,” she said, pointing her hoof at the bench across the car from her.

Not wanting to disobey her in the slightest, I walked up to the bench without saying a word.

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…

…

Well?

Do I really have to narrate this part of the story?

Yes. Consider it extra punishment.

Fucks sake.

I lifted my leg up and climbed on the bench, getting on all fours.

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…

And what happened next?

Ugh.

Celestia moved into position on my right. She gently pushed her front left hoof against my booty, as per the standard. She gently rubbed her hoof against it, making circles on my cheeks.

I wasn’t entirely positive, but I’m pretty sure this was an intimidation tactic on her part. She wanted her subjects to feel the ass whooping before it even happened. It definitely worked on me. I winced, holding my face tight in anticipation for-

SMACK!

MMMMMMMM.

I grunted quietly to myself as my head was nearly launched into the end of the bench. It had been a good month since I’d been spanked, given that I wasn’t that much of a bad boy, but DAMN. It felt like she was spanking even harder than before.

Do I have to keep going?

Yes. Whole way through.

Seriously? This is ridicu-

SMACK!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

I hope you’re reading these as dissatisfied, painful grunts, as opposed to some gay shit where I’m damn near moaning. This was NOT a turn on. This was ASSAULT!

Ass-ault. Hahahahaha

Shut the fuck u-!

SMACK!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

FUCK, this shit hurts. Can I please stop there?

Absolutely not.

Fucks SAKE! Is this really necessary?!?

Yes, this scene is crucial to the plot of the story.

No the fuck it ain’t! Fuck yo-!

SMACK!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

I could feel knots in my booty cheeks as I clenched onto the seat, struggling to stay upright. I knew if I were to give up and lay out on the bench, that would only amplify or lengthen this already brutal spanking. I honestly wondered if I’d be able to walk somewhat normally for the rest of the night. Like damn. These smacks were absolutely br-

SMACK!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

I thought about my past, and all my previous accomplishments and failures. This wasn’t unusual whenever she spanked me, cause I guess my brain was going through the routine of ‘Oh damn, guess you’re gonna die today, let me flash your life before your eyes’. I mean, I knew I wasn’t going to actually die, but man. I wish this shit would en-

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

Oh thank god!

I collapsed on the bench immediately after the third spank, as this was her signature ending to her signature spanking. Three final smacks indicated the end of the barrage, so I was relieved when I felt the second one come so quick. My ass was on FIRE from this damn spanking.

As I squirmed on the bench, I felt her set a hoof on my back and lean her snout down by my ear. “Never threaten me like that ever again.”

I shook with fear, and pain, for a second.

“Un-mmm-derstood.”

“Good. You’re free to leave,” she stated, patting my back before returning to her bench.

I wanted the stinging in my cheeks to settle, so I waited a minute before slowly shifting myself off the bench. After awkwardly rubbing my asscheeks in an attempt to calm them down, I left to go lay down in the other car. Jen had taken my place outside, and I wasn’t really motivated to take over watch again.

The following car was dark, and everybody seemed to be sleeping. Even Nurse Snow was out cold on the first bench. I quietly started walking down the aisle in hopes of resting on the last bench. However, once I got there, I realized AJ had already taken it.

Before I could back away to take one of the benches in front of her, she raised her head and blinked her tired eyes open.

“Sorry, ma’am.”

She yawned before softly replying, “It’s alright, sugarcube. I wanted to speak with ya anyway.”

She shifted to sit up on the bench, tapping the now empty space beside her for me to sit down.

“Ehhh… I’m good standing for now.”

She chuckled. “She finally got to ya, huh?”

I nodded defeatedly.

“In that case, come,” she replied, gesturing for me to step between the benches and lean in closer to her. Once I did, she whispered, “What did ya tell the others?”

“About what?”

“Don’t act dumb. You know what I’m talkin’ about.”

“Not following.”

“Do ya wanna get whipped?”

“No no no, okay. I didn’t say anything to them. I told them you chased me out there. Why would I tell ‘em about… what we did?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. I just wasn’t sure how my disappearance would look, ya know? Specially since yer dumbass kept my whip. How’d ya get past that?”

I took a moment to remember that chaotic night. “I told em what happened with that—that I stole it from you when you whipped me.”

She sighed again. “Dang. Now they probably think I’m some weakling.”

“You were, though. The limp leg and all?”

She huffed. “I still shoulda been able to hold my own. Those dang drugs musta made ya stronger or somethin’.”

“Nahhh. I’m just stronger than you.”

“Don’t make me buck you. I’ll make them cheeks of yers sting even more than they already do.”

“Alright alright,” I replied, raising my hands in surrender.

She shook her head, eying me up and down for a second. “I appreciate ya not tellin’. Otherwise, I’d have to kill you.”

“I figured.”

“Seriously though, can ya keep what happened out there between us? Please?”

“It’s going to the grave with me.”

“That’s right. Cause if it don't, I’ll return it back to you when I bury yer ass alive.”

I chuckled. “You aren’t acting very submissively anymore.”

I was just joking with her, but she grew an unamused face bef-

Smack!

Damn.

“Shush. That is a side of me that is rare to see. How you got that outta me at a time like this is beyond me, but it ain’t the norm. We’re gonna act like ya never saw that side of me. Got it?”

“Awe.”

“Don’t awe me. I’m sorry for blue-ballin’ ya that night, but we’re movin’ on.”

I sighed dramatically. “Okay.”

Unexpectedly, her partially annoyed look morphed into a distraught one as I backed away.

“You good?”

She sniffed, despite having no tears visible in her eyes. “Yea… yea…”

I realized she was probably upset about Rarity, seeing as the others had just told her about what happened when we lost her. It was hard being reminded of that disaster of a night, so I shook my head and stepped up to her again. Before she could react, I reached my arms around her in a tight hug. She happily returned it.

“Thanks, sugarcube.”