The train had left the station.
Coco Pommel was walking down the aisle looking for an empty compartment. There didn't seem to be any. Not surprising that, Canterlot - Manehattan was a busy line. While she loved every chance to visit the other Rarity Boutiques around Equestria, the actual traveling could be very tedious.
Pulling her luggage she eventually found what looked like an empty compartment.
"Woah!"
The voice made her jump. She turned to see that the compartment hadn't been empty at all. There was a stallion in there with a newspaper in his lap, he seemed just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. He gave her a sheepish smile.
"S-sorry, I thought this compartment was empty." She said, voice only trembling a little.
"Hay, no problem." The stallion replied, still that embarrassed smile on him. "I was kinda sitting out of view. Sorry."
"Oh, it's quite alright." Coco assured him. "It's not like I walked in on anything."
For some reason the stallion seemed to blush even harder as he looked down at his magazine.
"But…" Coco began, not wanting to impose, but if he was only reading, then she could do the same. Besides, the stallion was pretty cute. "Mind if I join you? The train is kind of full…"
"Eh, what, no." The stallion squeaked and motioned to the seat opposite from him.
"As long as it's ok. I wouldn't want to impose?"
"No, no it's fine. It's not like I was doing anything."
"Looks like you were reading a magazine Coco smirked as she pulled her luggage in after her and shut the door.
The stallion looked down at the magazine as if he just realized what it was and nodded." Yup, was reading."
As Coco took her seat she couldn't help but look the stallion over. As mentioned earlier he was quite handsome, in his mid twenties and in really good shape too. He was a pegasus, and lean muscles bulged under his charcoal gray coat. Above his striking features sported a cyan mohawk manestyle. He was sitting wide legged, and she couldn’t help notice that the magazine he was reading was upside down.
"What are you reading?" Coco asked, making polite conversation.
The stallion looked down at his lap again and then back up. "Oh, just the Wonderbolts Weekly." He replied, then added as explanation. "I'm way into sports."
She believed him. He looked just the type, and the upside down magazine sported a yellow mare with a fiery mane and a blue flight suit. Coco wasn't the most well versed in sports, but she recognized a national celebrity like Spitfire when she saw one.
"Is it more of a sport to read it upside down?" Coco asked, frowning at him.
"Huh?" Clearly he hadn't been reading as he looked down and seemed to realize that she was right. He hastily turned the magazine over with yet another sheepish smile.
Coco didn't need to ask anything else, she had seen what he was hiding behind the magazine, and she was equal parts disgusted and intrigued.
"Well, you seem to have risen to the challenge." She said drily.
"Huh?" Said the stallion, eloquently. Then again, she wouldn't expect much from a pony who jacked off in a train compartment.
"Your stallionhood I mean." She cleared her throat meaningfully. "Any swimsuit pictures of Rainbow Dash in this edition?"
The stallion seemed to realize he was busted. He hung his head and folded up the magazine that had shielded his shame from view. Coco let out a sigh, it was quite the sight. The now wilting erection poking out of his sheath was still one of the larger she had seen, and below it hung a bag that left no doubt that this stallion was a stud. He didn't act like one now as he quickly began to gather his things. "Sorry I'll leave, please don't tell the conductor." he said.
As he started to rise Coco lifted a leg to prevent him from leaving. It was a rather cramped compartment.
"Tell the conductor what?" She asked sweetly, giving him a knowing grin. I have you now, perv.
"That I was masturbating on the train." He mumbled and looked at the floor with the most adorable blush on his cheeks. Coco liked what she saw, so she pressed on.
"Oh my." She touched a hoof to her mouth in shock. You don't work with Rarity for five years without learning some dramatic gestures.
"How naughty of you." She leaned forward. "Are you a pervert?"
This made his blush go into overdrive as he stammered. "N-no, it's just that I was so bored on the train so I figured… I'm sorry, I'll go." He repeated and tried to move past her, but she caught him with her leg, stopping him dead in his tracks.
"It's quite alright. I know how tedious these journeys are. Please continue."
"Eh, what?" The stallion stammered in surprise. Coco had never acted like this, but she was liking where this feeling was taking her.
With her leg against his hip, it was an easy task to kick him back onto his seat.
She was pleased to see that his eyes had followed her outstretched leg to the apex. She "Tsked" at him and made a point to cross her legs and he raised his eyes to meet hers.
"Just what I said." She smirked as his blush increased. "Stroke your cock." She moved her hoof up and down, miming a hoofjob. Her mind was reeling at the vulgar words flowing out of her mouth, but it felt new and exciting. She wanted to see where they'd take her.
"Wha- are you sure?" The stallion asked incredulously. Despite his disbelieving tone, his hoof did do exactly what Coco had told him and grabbed his dick.
Good little perv. Coco thought with satisfaction. She had him right where she wanted. She grinned in a ladylike fashion and looked at him through the corner of her eye.
"As you say, these journeys can be quite tedious. At least with you here I'll have something interesting to look at." She winked at him meaningfully. "Well, do go on then." She gestured at his lap and he gave it a few mortified strokes.
"Good boy." She complimented, despite the fact that he probably was older than her, and significantly taller. The irony only made her smile wider.
As he started pumping away red in the face and clearly embarrassed, she flipped open her pocket mirror and proceeded to fix her makeup. Sneaking the occasional glance at the stallion's ever increasing embarrassment. She could see his cock start to wilt again, and she couldn’t have that.
As he started to give up and mumble, she snapped her mirror shut. The sharp clapping sound ensured that she had his full attention.
She met his gaze, as her smirk came back. She waited until he started to look away from her bright sapphire eyes, and then brought him right back with the sound of her voice. "Having trouble there, big boy?"
He nodded, ashamed. So Coco decided to take pity on him. Her smirk grew ever more smug. Mostly to hide how nervous she was as she spoke.
"Then let me help you." She uncrossed her legs, exposing her marehood.
To her faint annoyance he didn't notice, but since it was due to his eyes being riveted to hers, she decided not to punish him for it. Woah, where did that come from? So instead she gave him a hint.
"I mean, one good look deserves another. Don't you think?" She nodded downward and spread her legs a bit wider, giving him a good view of what lay between them.
She felt extremely vulnerable as his eyes sank from hers. She'd never been this forward before, what if he didn't… The goofy smile that spread across his muzzle as he took in the sight of her sex saved her from that line of thought. She felt her confidence return.
The stallion was transfixed, ogling her between the legs. His erection, which had wilted, returned to full mast. It really was impressive and made Coco want to lick her lips. What she instead did was something that shocked even herself. She slid forward in her seat until her butt rested on the edge and spread her legs wider, practically shoving her pussy at the stallion. Who gaped open-mouthed at the sight, salivating.
Giggling at his reaction she bit her forehoof coquetteously, giving him a 'Did I do that?' Look. He looked between her face and her groin, as if he couldn't make up his mind. Feeling empowered, Coco made it up for him. She gave her forehoof a quick kiss and trailed it down her body. Needless to say, his eyes were glued to her hoof as it moved over her cream white coat. She let out a little gasp as she reached between her legs. The lips were so sensitive, and moist! This power trip must have turned her on more than she had realized.
Well, she couldn't stop now. She needed to explore more. She searched for another avenue to exert power over this stallion, her eyes roamed over his toned body and, bingo! Beneath his impressive rod, the other half of his stallionhood was deliciously exposed. The sack hung low in the summer heat, the two orbs inside resting against the edge of his seat.
She pulled her hoof away from her engorged lips, once more treating him to the sight of them. She brought the hoof back to her muzzle and sniffed it. Yup, no doubt. Messing with this stallion turned her on.
"Do, um." She looked up at the sound of his voice. He gave her a nervous but eager smirk of his own. "Do you want to… fuck?" He looked hopefully at her, both between her legs and her face.
No! Coco's eyes narrowed. Okay, under normal circumstances she would have been flattered, she would have flustered with embarrassment but would ultimately have agreed.
So why didn't she this time? She was feeling particularly bold today, surely being taken by such a prime stallion would be an enjoyable experience?
Well yes, enjoyable but transient. She had felt a taste of something today, something she wanted to explore more. Something she knew would be lost if she let him take charge.
Yes if she let things escalate further, then it would be lost. Or would it? If she let him take her surely… but what if she were to take him?
He was looking at her expectantly and she had to take back control now, or it would just end like every other time with a stallion. A sweet but short relief followed by a hot shower and a the-day-after-potion, an awkward breakfast if she was lucky. Not this time. She told herself.
What she told the stallion, after giving him another visual inspection was. "No, but you may still jerk yourself off while looking at me." The sheer audacity of what she was saying made her cheeks feel warm, and she half expected the stallion to get angry.
She tensed one of her legs for kicking, in case she would need to defend herself. She had never said no before, and had heard that some ponies didn't take kindly to that word. Luckily she had a really good target to aim for if he were to make an aggressive move. As the stallion had scooted forwards his big juicy balls were now hanging over the edge of his seat. One good kick and she could laminate them against that edge. Rarity made sure all her employees learned basic self defense but really, to a mare this was instinct.
She subtly shifted her leg so she would be able to swiftly send it crashing against its twin targets and looked up to meet his eyes.
He didn't look angry, just mildly disappointed. His shoulders slumped, but he nodded. "Okay." And grabbed his penis once more and started stroking.
Wow, that went better than expected. The way this stallion was submitting to her was such a thrill, she wondered how she could get more. Taking her eyes off his face she let them wander down and as she saw him pleasuring himself she saw how she could make him grovel before her.
Shame to waste a good kick. She mused to herself. Her hoof snapped up between the stallion's legs and he immediately stopped stroking. There was no force behind the kick, that would just have been uncalled for, she just gently put her hoof against the edge of his seat, pinning the soft orbs in between. Not hard, but enough to get his attention.
He looked up to her, confusion plain on his features. "Why?" his whole body language spoke.
Because I can. But that wouldn't be enough, she needed a clever reason, an excuse. She found one and smiled internally. Outwardly she kept her features stern and she shook her head at him.
"What do we say?" She asked, waving a hoof admonishingly.
He looked even more confused as he racked his sex addled brain for whatever she wanted him to say. She decided to give him a hint.
"I just told you you could jerk off."
He nodded, still not getting it. So she shifted, lifting her other leg. The extra pressure this put on his balls made him yelp but was over quickly as she placed the hoof down on the outside of his seat, spreading her legs into a nice wide V for him. His confused gaze traveled once more up her legs, taking in the beauty between them.
Clearly loving the view between her legs he began stroking again.
"No." Coco admonished him and pressed her hoof down a bit harder, drawing another yelp from the male. "But you said I could." He whined.
Soo precious. "I did." She acknowledged. "And what do you say to that?" She frowned at him.
He still didn't get it, so she slowly increased the pressure on his delicate orbs while he searched frantically for the right words. With her hoof 'motivating' him, he found them soon.
"Ah, ow!.... Thank you?"
Score! And lucky that, Coco wasn't sure she'd have been able to push harder. She was far too nice to hurt ponies.
Or was she? Maybe today she was tired of being nice and wanted to explore this new dark side she'd found in herself. Maybe it felt nice to hurt ponies? At least a little, bruising their egos a bit? Surely that wouldn't hurt to try.
Not letting up the pressure she still gave the stallion a warm smile. "That's thank you…"
The stallion panicked. "Uhm, thank you… miss?"
Oh right, she hadn't given the stallion her name. Well she could work with that.
"Good." She let up the pressure on his precious orbs and gave him a pleased smile. He looked very relieved, but after a while he started to shift in discomfort.
"Yes?" She said just as he looked about to say something, preemptively cutting him off. Darn it was fun playing with him.
He floundered, it was adorable. Wordlessly he waved his hooves about and indicated his groin, which still had her hoof in it.
Coco pretended not to notice and instead eyed his impressive erection. "Well go on then." Giving him another meaningful look.
He opened his mouth as if to protest, but shut it again and started stroking himself, doing his best to not let their hooves touch on the downstroke. The stallion peered at the marehood she so generously displayed for him to distract himself from the hoof on his nuts.
Coco watched him for a while, grinning like a madmare. This was fun!
Completely ignoring her audience, she reached down and touched herself. Oooh that felt good. She was only brushing her outer lips but it still made her shiver. She pressed a bit harder and stifled a moan. She bit her lip as she felt her hoof slide between her engorged labia and felt just how wet she had become. Was this all really just from playing power games with one stallion?
A low keening noise reminded her of his presence, but she shut him out. This was about her. She moved her hoof along her sex, reveling in the feel. She pressed her hoof down harder and her legs twitched as she stifled another moan. But why was she silencing herself? The keening noises had risen in both pitch and volume. If the stallion wasn't going to be quiet, then why should she? He was her toy for the evening, not the other way around, dangit!
Ignoring the noises that came out of his muzzle she began to feel herself in earnest. She spread her lips with her hoof and pressed between them, right on her clit.
Ghhaaa! She felt like she was almost about to come already and her whole body tensed as another jolt of pleasure coursed through her.
"Miss?!"
The stallion's voice brought her back to earth, and she frowned in annoyance. "Yes?" She asked, not bothering to look up at him. Instead she looked at her hoof as she lifted it from her aching pussy, it was slick with her juices, a strand running between it and her wetness. He better have a darn good reason for interrupting her fun.
"Miss, can you please remove your hoof?"
She looked up at him then, so lost in her own pleasure that it took her a second to remember what he meant. Another second and an innocent smile spread across her muzzle. "Oh this hoof?" She gave the one she had planted between his legs a twist, eliciting another groan from the stallion.
"Yes, can you please take it down?" he begged. She wondered why he hadn't removed it herself if it was hurting him so? He looked to be significantly stronger than her, but his hooves seemed to dance around hers as if he was afraid to touch it.
Wow, I really do own him. She told herself, giddy with excitement. "Hmm, no." She said, giving him her most superior grin yet. "I like having it right there."
He let out another yelp as she wiggled her leg meaningfully. He didn't get to tell her what to do.
"Please!" He begged her, groaning as she digged her heel in. "Could you at least, Ow! Not do it so hard? Please?"
She watched him squirm as she pretended to think it over. "Well." she finally said. "Since you asked so nicely." The look of gratitude on his face, as she let up on his babymakers, was intoxicating. It made her pussy clench in response. More, she needed more. What else could she do to him? He was just sitting there doing nothing, he hadn't said anything… Oh right!
Realizing that he hadn't thanked her she dug her hoof back in. Squishing the soft marbles against the hard edge of his seat. He yelped loudly and flailed around.
"What do we say?" Coco hissed.
"Aaah! Thank you miss! Ahh please!" He yelled in response. If the compartments didn't have sound dampening spells on them, she would have worried about someone coming to investigate. However since there was, she could enjoy herself further. Wasn't magic wonderful.
"Thank me for what? She demanded, letting up partway, feeling his orbs flexing back to something closer to their normal shape.
"Thank you for not crushing my balls, miss!" He yelped, relieved that she wasn't pressing as hard anymore.
"Good boy." She rewarded him by letting up entirely, her hoof now merely rested against him.
She gave him a minute to catch his breath and then she narrowed her eyes.
"You're not stroking your cock anymore." She noted.
He was quick to apologize. "Sorry." But not quick enough for the mare who literally had him by the balls.
She hummed, making her disappointment clear. "I tell you to do one thing, one thing." She complained, playing idly with his stallionhood, rolling the orbs gently beneath her hoof. They both knew she could increase the pressure dozenfold, if she felt like it.
.
"Now what should I do with you?" She mused. "I have half a mind to send you packing." She threatened. "And let you stroke that pathetic excuse for a cock by yourself." She was lying, it was magnificent, which only made owning it all the sweeter. Well if I own it… Her disapproving look morphed into an evil grin. "Or maybe I should geld you here and now, you little pervert." She gave her leg another flex, putting enough pressure to make him squeal, and make her point. She was lying again of course. She just found her new favorite toys, she didn't want to break them.
Not yet anyway.
Gaining no coherent response she prodded his pinned orbs, meaningfully. Which provoked an immediate response from the stallion, although not the one she had been expecting.
"I'm sorry miss. Please let me stay!"
Wow! I gave him an easy out and he'd rather. Risk getting gelded?! This guy is completely my bitch! She squealed internally, feeling a warm flush through her body at the thought, but she did her best to not let it show.
"Why should I?" She asked, removing her hoof from his groin and recrossing her legs. Once again giving him a free out.
"Please." He begged. "Give me another chance, miss."
"I don't think so." She mused, thinking it over while the stallion fretted. "I will admit that it was fun watching you stroke your little weiner, but now I feel like touching myself."
She could see him swallowing in excitement at the thought of watching, her masturbating. So she brought him out of his reverie.
"So push off, you've done your part." She said, hoping like heck that he wouldn't.
"Miss…?" He looked like a puppy that had just been kicked. Well to be fair, that was pretty much the case.
"May I please stay and watch?"
She gave him an amused look. "Why should I let you?" Tapping her hoof. "What's in it for me?"
"Uhm." He searched for something that would please her. "You can watch me?" He said, hoping it would be enough.
It wasn't, and Coco let out a soft giggle before fixing her gaze on him. "I've seen it, I wasn't impressed." More lies, she would have loved to suck on it.
"Uhm." The stallion repeated, he racked his brain for reasons to let him stay. "I could help?" He finally concluded, sounding even more hopeful, even licking his lips.
Coco's eyes narrowed into thin slits as she scowled at him. If she was being honest, it was an appealing suggestion. She could call it a day and just enjoy the fruits of her experiment. Or she could push further. She was clinging to this newfound desire to deny and dominate. She wasn't ready to let it go just yet.
"If you're not even allowed to watch me, what makes you think I'd let you run your filthy hooves over my body?" That was a bit harsh, but she was committed now. She could apologize later, when this wonderful feeling ended.
"I know, I'm sorry for suggesting it, miss." He hung his head. Wow, screw threats of gelding. I have emasculated him already. She realized that, somehow, he was in a state where he'd do anything for her. She was curious to test it.
"Kiss my hoof." She ordered.
"Yes miss. Which one?" He nodded eagerly. Wow, he'd really do that?
She didn't reply at first, she just slowly uncrossed her legs, noting that his gaze immediately fixated on a spot between them. That's right, I own you bitch. She thought, and extended a hoof in the air. It was her right hind hoof, the one she had used to grind his stallionhood into submission. Maybe that was what had done the trick? He certainly wasn't acting like a stallion anymore.
"This hoof." She stated, waving it in front of his face. Well aware that she was giving him a great look between her legs. She didn't mind anymore. In fact, she liked that he was looking at her marehood. There was awe in his eyes after all. That's right boy. This is what owns you. Envy my marehood.
He reached out to grab her hoof but she swiftly pulled it back, glaring at him. "What did I say about touching me with your hooves?"
He dropped his gaze from her pussy to the floor. "I know miss, I'm sorry miss." He apologized.
Since he wasn't looking at her face, she took the opportunity to grin. It was a filly's grin. Pure unadulterated glee. My, she was enjoying herself, but she did have an act to follow. Rearranging her features to look stern once more she glared at the stallion. "That's strike two for you."
"I'm sorry miss." He repeated and looked up at her face. Good thing she had put her mask back on.
"Not yet, but you will be." She assured him. "Count them!" She stomped her foot against the floor for emphasis.
"I have two strikes, miss!" He yelped.
"Good, now again, kiss my hoof." She held it out for him. Her being a rather short pony it meant that he had to bend quite low to reach it. Awkwardly he mushed his lips against the hard underside of her hoof.
Coco was impressed, he was practically prostrating himself for her, in order to worship her hoof of all things! She could still hardly believe how this train ride had turned from everyday dullness into this strange and wonderful dream.
"You call that a kiss, you can do better."
She was actually regretting forbidding him to hold her hoof. It was awkward to keep it raised like this, she wasn't in the best shape, and holding you leg raised for an extended period of time would have strained a ballerina. She was starting to get cramps!
"Ok, you can touch my hoof, but it will cost you another strike." She allowed, gratiously.
He stopped trying to make out with her hoof and looked up. "What does the strikes do?" He looked scared, as scared as he did when she had told him to get lost. So she reassured him. Brushing her hoof against his thighs. And giving her aching thigh muscles a few sweet seconds of rest!
"You worry about that later boy." She purred. "I am not sending you away if that's what you are worried about. Not while you are being a good boy and pleasing me."
"Of course mistress. I'll happily take another strike if that means I get to touch you."
You probably wouldn't if you know what they meant. She mused. Then again, he is so desperate he just might.
"Okay, you may hold my hoof in order to worship it better."
Having been given her permission, he eagerly grabbed her hoof and bent down to plant a deep kiss on it. Nearly pulling her out of her seat. He didn't seem to notice, so she decided not to acknowledge it once she had her balance back. It would do her no good to remind him just how much smaller and weaker than him she really was. Besides, his enthusiasm was adorable as she licked away at a hoof of all things.
My hoof. She reminded herself. Somehow she was special today. She didn't know why, but she intended to enjoy it to the fullest.
"How many strikes boy? She asked. Thoroughly enjoying herself.
"Three, miss." He said between licks.
"Good boy." She rewarded him and gave him an affectionate pat on the thigh with her free leg.
She felt something else in his lap. "My, what do we have here?" She teased as she tapped her leg against his erect shaft.
Like the well trained hoof worshipper he was becoming, he let her explore his body in peace. He simply kept on smattering her other hoof with kisses while she toyed with his stallionhood.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself." She commented, stroking her hoof along his shaft, causing him to shiver and hum in agreement. He didn't stop licking though. The conditioning works.
"Really? You enjoy licking my hoof?"
"Mmmhm." He agreed
She couldn't help but giggle and gave his cock a few strokes to reinforce his good behavior.
"You're a pervert."
He couldn't really deny this with her hoof in his mouth, but he still tried, shaking his head no.
"Oh really?" She said, circling the head oh his penis, making him moan against her hoof.
"Because it seems to me that you are about to blow your load just from licking my hoof." She gave the cock a light kick, giggling as he grabbed her hoof harder and moaned into it.
"The hoof that just crushed your stallionhood." She reminded him. She could see the blush that was ever present on his face reach all the way to the tips of his wings. I'm utterly humiliating him…. And he doesn't fight back.
"Did you want your stallionhood crushed?" She asked, grinning with glee.
He stopped licking long enough to answer her, but then got back to it before he gave her cause for more punishment.
"No miss."
Her smile grew utterly sadistic. She felt the urge to touch herself, her pussy was screaming for attention. Just a little bit more, she told it.
"Oh I think you do boy." She teased. Feeling like a movie villain, and loving how it made her body tingle. She couldn't help but twirl her mane with a hoof as he looked up at him over the hoof he was still vigorously kissing. He was so adorable it made her laugh.
It was a heartfelt melodical laughter. It was the sound of a mare thoroughly enjoying herself.
To the stallion it was humiliation. He stopped licking, and turned his eyes to the floor.
"Oh dear boy you are adorable." She said, softening the blow. She hadn't meant to insult him. He just looked so cute. So eager to please.
And just as worried where this journey was taking him as I am. She realized. Time to reassure him.
"I am very pleased with you boy."
That made him look up.
"I am." She reinforced. Stroking along his leg, giving his cock a few appreciative pats.
He didn't look too convinced. "I want to please you miss."
"Mmmm, but you are." She purred, running a hoof over her own pussy, and shivering at the pleasure this caused. That brought a faint smile to his muzzle.
Oh what the fudge. He has earned it. She spread her lips for him. Letting him see just how wet he had made her. Nngh! And so have I. She thought as her hoof ran along her sopping wet slit.
"See how wet you have made me?" She purred, giving her aching marehood another stroke, gasping as her clit was brushed by the gentle hoof. "Ooh, this is because of you boy." And whatever she said next was lost in her own squeal as she pushed down on her clit.
When she opened her eyes, recovering from her mini climax. Wow, I need to stop touching myself or I'll lose control. She saw that her toy seemed to have regained his spirit. His broken submissive spirit that was content to be her doormat it was true, but at least he looked happy. Her hoof slid off her clit, down her wet sensitive folds to her… I said stop touching yourself! She reluctantly lifted her hoof off her dripping sex, the fetlock was completely soaked by her juices.
She realized his eyes was fixated on her hoof. Experimentally she moved it around, giggling as his eyes followed the cream white appendage.
"Like what you see?"
He nodded fervently. "Yes miss."
"Would you like to kiss this hoof?" *She asked innocently, flicking a few drops of her sweet marejuice off.
He nodded so hard she was worried he'd hurt his neck.
"Nope!" She said sternly. Then moaned as her pussy gave another clench at the power of denying this handsome stallion.
He looked like a little colt who had just been told Heartswarming Eve had been canceled. So she couldn't help but rub it in. Bringing the hoof up to her lips she gave it a long sensuous lick, moaning in fake pleasure while she maintained eye contact with the desperate stallion. The moan might be fake, but the pleasure she got from seeing the hunger in his eyes, the envy and submission of this large prime stallion to her petite feminine form. That pleasure was real, and it was intoxicating.
"Mmmm." She smacked her lips. Just to tease him. She actually tasted great, why had she never tried this before?
A whimper from the stallion made her look up.
He was licking his lips, staring at her winking marehood, leaning forward, bringing his lips closer. She wasn't sure if he was even aware of it. Well she dam well wasn't going to let him take charge now. Not after all she had done to reverse their roles.
Placing a firm hoof against his chest she kicked him back in his seat and glared at him.
"What were you trying to do boy?" She hissed.
He realized that he was busted and threw himself on her mercy.
"I'm sorry miss! I only wanted to please you." He begged.
This annoyed her. "You already are, boy." She said, directing her displeasure into his neglected erection by giving it a sharp kick. He barely yelped, so she she kicked it again harder. Her hoof struck it's head this time and she watched it flail around like flagpole in a strong wind.
"But…" He groaned at the second kick. "But I'm not doing anything." He whined.
Wrong, you are letting me do whatever I want. That's more than any stallion before you has done.
She didn't say that of course, that didn't sound right, not when she was feeling like this. She kicked his cock again, mostly for something to do while she thought of an answer, and then it struck her. Well, it would strike him too soon enough.
"No, boy." She purred, instead of kicking she stroked her hoof along the full lenght of his shaft. He shivered at the touch, and she knew she had his full attention. "You are doing something."
He looked up, meeting her eyes and she smiled at him. It was her wicked smile. "A-and what is that miss?"
She maintained eye contact with him while she stopped stroking him with her hoof, and instead pressed down, bending his shaft, away from his body and down on the seat under him.
Instinctively he bent with it, curving his body forward to prevent her from snapping his dick. It didn't stop until he was practically curved around her leg, his chest pressed against her knee. Bent forward as he was, her pussy was only inches away from his nose. It looked so beautiful, so strong and it smelled intoxicating. He wanted to reach out and lick it. But he didn't dare, not against this mare, not when she had his stallionhood under her hoof. He was scared…and he liked it. What is wrong with me? He thought as he raised his head to look up at her.
She smiled down at the stallion curved around her legs. She gave him a nice condescending pat on the head and ruffled his mohawk mane before she let her eyes bore into his.
"You are letting me stomp all over you, boy." She stated, her wicked grin did little to mask her glee.
She could see him trying to protest, so she silenced him. She pur a hoof on his jaw and forced him to keep looking at her.
"Yes you are. The moment I gave you a look at this." She switched her grip so she could push his head down to her crotch. His muzzle stopped an inch from her dripping snatch. He tried to struggle but her grip on his neck was like iron. Just as well, he wasn't sure if he would have dived to worship her marehood with his lips, or fled the room.
"Look at it!" She demanded, and he did. Taking a deep breath to fill his muzzle with her heavenly scent. Why had he been struggling? She was in charge.
She was, and she was enjoying it. Wow, this is litterally better than sex! She watched him submit to her pussy. Now this was what being a mare should be about. She owned him completely. She owned this hunk of a stallion!
"You want to kiss it, don't you." She urged him, not letting him close that final inch.
"Yes." He whined, he wasn't even straining against her grip anymore. He had resigned himself to her control.
"I know you want to." She smirked. They both know what was coming. She wouldn't let him.
His frustrated sigh of disappointment was music to her ears. She almost lost her grip as her pussy clenched again, making her whole body tense up.
He noticed, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing but rejoice that she was enjoying his mental emasculation. He groaned in defeat.
"No, I'm not going to let you." She agreed, drunk with power, but eager to push the final straw that would make her domination complete. The straw that broke the stallion's… well, stallionhood.
"Not while you have three strikes." She teased.
The noise he made was naively hopeful. So she let him up. Confident that he wouldn't try anything. She even took her hoof off his mangled member and watched as he leaned back, clutching it. It seemed fine, just as perfect as before. It was a shame she would never feel it inside her. But considering the things she had experienced today, it was a small price to pay.
"Here's the deal boy." She explained. Crossing her legs to gain his full attention.
"You have done a pretty good job of submitting yourself to me." She complimented him. "So here's a test for you, to see if you are worthy."
He nodded eagerly. "Anything miss."
Yes! She didn't care that her joy was showing, her voice dripped with sadistic glee as she ordered him.
"Spread your legs boy." He did.
"Place your balls on the edge of the seat." He hesitated.
"Do it." She urged.
"What are you going to do miss?" He asked, as if he didn't already know.
"I am going to crush them under my hoof." She elucidated him.
"Please no miss." He pleaded. Desperate to save his stallionhood.
"Oh yes, and save your begging!" She snapped. "There's the door." She pointed again to the compartment door. "As long as you are staying here, you are going to do exactly as I say. If you can't handle it, get out."
His eyes followed her pointing hoof. There indeed was the door, his way out from this humiliating mess. Out there things were normal. In here he was an emasculated shell of a stallion. Out there he was stud, with dozens of mares pining for him.
But none of them were her.
Coco couldn't believe her eyes as the stallion spread his legs, scooted forward and with trembling hooves placed his most precious possessions on the edge of the seat. Like two walnuts, ready to be cracked.
He had tears in his eyes as he looked up at her.
Such a sweet boy. She lifted her leg, the nutcracker. He followed it with fearful eyes as it descended toward his sacrifices. He shut his eyes, bracing for the impact.
But it didn't come. Instead her hoof rested gently on his foalmakers. He looked up at her. Had this just been a test?
One look at her eyes told him that it wasn't. She looked hungry. He hadn't seen a mare this horny in a long time. Crazed was a better word. He could tell she was close. She was about to blow, and she would do so right through his family jewels. He looked at the door, was it too late to back out?
Yes it was, she had already broken him. All that was left was to stamp out the last shred of his pride.
She was openly stroking herself by now. Moaning and quivering as her hoof none too gently played with his nuggets. She was going crazy. She could feel the orgasm that had been building up since she first touched him. It welled up inside her, another touch and she would blow. Soon. She promised her aching sex. She would come as she destroyed him. They both knew it.
She raised her hoof, giving his precious orbs a reprieve, but they both knew it was only the calm before the storm.
"Kiss it. Kiss the hoof that will ruin you." She ordered while holding her hoof up to his face. It was poised right above his orbs. He knew that as soon as he did what she said the hoof would drop, like an axe on the two orbs that made him who he was. He shivered. Could he do this?
Noting his hesitation she shook her hoof. "Kiss it. I won't do it until you kiss it." Giving him another out, hoping like hell he wouldn't take it.
He didn't.
His lips brushed her hoof for the second time this journey.
Smack!
It was a wet sloppy kiss.
The hoof fell.
Smack!
It was a wet meaty sound.
They both screamed. Him in agony, curling up against her leg as it pressed into the very center of his being, and it was all pain.
She on the other hoof screamed in pleasure. Furiously rubbing her clit as she reveled in this victory over stallionhood. In the utter submission of the pony before her, and the absolutely entoxicating thrill that ensued.
Their screams grew even shriller, rising both in volume and pitch as she came. Her whole body shook and tensed, her back arced, lifting her out of her seat. For a moment her whole weight was centered on his orbs. He bucked like a madhorse to avoid the manhood ending pressure of her hooves.
Somehow he must have succeeded. For while they were both screaming and thrashing, something gave, and they both crashed to the floor.
When Coco finally came down from what was, quite possibly the best orgasm of her young life, she barely knew what she had done, only that it had been beautiful.
She also found herself in a heap on the floor, and tangled up with what had to be the hottest pegasus stallion she had seen.
She immediately began to blush, feeling his athletic body against hers. What had she done to end up this close to such a stud?
The stud in question let out a pained groan and opened his eyes.
They stared into each other's eyes for a second, both confused, and then the memories came crashing down. The stallion's hooves shot down to his groin and he let out another horrified groan.
Oh my! Did I really do that?!
Quite fearing that the stallion would wake from whatever trance he had been in earlier, and beat the absolute pulp out of her, she froze.
She needn't have worried. The stallion was in too much pain to move quickly, and as his head cleared retribution was the last thing on his mind.
Coco hardly believed her eyes as the stallion lowered his head, placing it underneath hers. He would have been nearly twice her height standing up, yet he bent awkwardly and looked up at her like she was some kind of princess.
This reignited the fire inside her. She was his princess. She stood up, putting even more height between them. She felt juices running down her legs as she did so. Gosh, did I get THAT wet? From sheer amounts alone she would have expected the stallion to have finished inside her.
Not bloody likely! He stayed on the floor, clutching what was left of his stallionhood and craned his neck to look up at her.
She began to touch herself. Immediately her body shook and shivered. I fricking love this feeling! For once the pleasure hadn't ended when she came. She would do it again! Falling back on her seat she furiously masturbated herself to another climax while the stallion watched in defeat.
She loved seeing him on the floor, beneath her hooves. The mighty stud reduced to a lapdog.
Her second orgasm was nearly as intense as the first time, but she kept her wits this time. Coming down from it she smirked down at the boy. He looked up at her in awe from his spot by her hooves.
"You did well boy." She looked down at him and nodded in approval. "Now kiss my hoof and thank me."
To her continued delight he did. He shuffled over, hooves still clutched between his legs and gave her hoof a kiss.
Coco couldn't help but notice that it was the same hoof she had floored him with. That brought another thought.
"Do you have anything left between your legs boy?" She asked, switching hooves, her left leg deserved a kiss too, it had brought him some pleasure earlier.
Sfter kissing her other hoof he looked up at her and nodded.
"Show me." She demanded, idly stroking her pussy while she watched his show of submission.
There wasn't much room on the floor, so when he reluctantly opened his legs and straightened up, he found himself in a very vulnerable position indeed. The stallionhood that he displayed rested only inches away from the hooves that were eager to take it away. With his back against the edge of the seat, there wasn't any room for him to back up either. He was completely in her power and loved it. He was terrified, yet he loved it.
Coco admired her work as the stallion spread his legs for her, and peeled his hooves away, practically inviting more abuse from her.
His delicious penis looked unharmed, it stood glorious, and somehow still erect. She licked her lips imagining how that would feel inside her if she hadn't robbed it of its power. She touched her own sex in response. Maybe someday.
The foalmakers on the other hoof… looked surprisingly unharmed. They were still the same shape she remembered, stubborn orbs, they even looked bigger than before, taunting her. Yes the sack was a bit bruised, but all in all, it looked like her attack hadn't done much. On one hoof she was happy, she didn't have any ill will towards her boy, not really.
On the other, it annoyed her to see them resist her. So she placed her hoof on them.
"Miss? Please, no more." he whined as he felt her roll his bruised orbs underneath her hoof.
"Oh stop whining, they feel fine." She bounced her hoof a little to demonstrate, and sure enough the rubbery orbs bounced with it.
He still yelped though, and wisely didn't resist. Instead he took solace in that she seemed to thoroughly enjoy having him at her mercy. She was masurtbating once more, and he felt every move her shivering body made, transferred through her hoof to his own sex. It was complete domination. He understood now, and with understanding came acceptance. Not that he had done anything to stop her before.
"Miss… may I kiss it?" He asked again, looking at the pussy that owned him. He needed to show his submission. Needed her to know he wanted to be hers.
She wanted to let him, she really did… but her newly found dark side had conditions.
"You still have two strikes left." She admonished him. Bouncing her hoof lightly against her toys to abolish all doubt about what she was talking about.
"Oh god." He moaned.
"Indeed." She replied.
She was nearing her third orgasm, her hoof furiously stroking away between her moist lips.
He looked so envious at her pleasure, while all he got was pain that she let out another sadistic laughter. And it reminded her.
"I never told you to stop stroking." She said, giving his balls a light stomp.
"You're back on three strikes." She stated. Rubbing her clit and basking in the delicious power over this stallion. Who in turn let out something between a groan and a scream.
"Stroke it." She demanded, and then gave his orbs a hard stomp that made him cry and flail about as she he ground his male essence underneath her hooves like a discarded cigarette.
"Two strikes." She eventually declared and lifted her hoof. He immediately grabbed for his orbs, but she was ready for that, slamming down quicker and pinning them to the floor. His hooves scrabbled at hers as she leaned forward, putting more and more weight on them.
It was useless! He could feel his foalmakers bulge out around her hoof, but trapped as they were, there was nothing he could do but cry and beg that she would let up before they popped.
"Stop it." She stated coldly. "You're back at three strikes. Your testicles will never survive if you keep this up boy." Her voice was cold and hard, even as she jilled herself off to her own threat.
When he stopped fighting she let up. He whimpered, hooves hovering over his smashed nuggets, but he didn't dare touch them. Excellent, boy. She squealed as her pussy clenched hard enough to splash a few drops of her arousal down on her victims face.
He gave in, his hooves, desperate to grab anything that would distract himself from the agony between his legs, grabbed the only part of his stallionhood that didn't hurt. His penis.
"Yeess!" Coco moaned, making him look up as she trashed, more of her juices dripped down on him. He had to admit, it was the most erotic sight he had ever seen.
He started stroking in earnest. It did feel good. She noticed, and smiled. "You better enjoy that orgasm, at the rate we are going, it'll be your last." She mocked, giving him another light stomp in the foalmakers. His cock jumped in response. I can't possibly be turned on by that, can I? He protested to himself. "Y-y-you wouldn't really, r-right?" He asked his mistress, without stopping his furious stroking.
"I would if you let me." She panted.
There was nothing to be heard for a while but the sound of two horses clopping.
"Does that turn you on?" He finally asked.
"Oh god yes!" Was her reply, she appeared to be trying to fit her whole hoof inside her tight slit.
"You perv." He smirked, feeling his own orgasm rise. His balls tried to pull back to fire their load, pinned as they were against her hoof, she felt it.
"Oh yes." She admitted, shaking as her own orgasm threatened to burst her dams. "That's four strikes, gelding!"
Time to finish this! She stood up, balancing on her hind hooves, which put half her body weight on his foalmakers. He howled in pain as the cum was literally pressed out of his rapidly flattening testicles, like two ripe oranges getting juiced, and shot out through the head of his shaft. It was the most powerful orgasm of his life, and he hoped to Celestia it wouldn't be the last.
Coco felt the mighty hose explode against her leg.
Hot sperm splashed against her, reaching all the way to her chin, and coating her chest in the thick warm sauce. Spurt after spurt it covered her belly, her legs, and of course her pussy. She felt his juices mix with hers as her hoof went to town between her legs. Her pleasure took over, she wasn't even thinking when she lifted her leg. All she knew was that she wanted more.
His poor abused foalmakers had just enough time to inflate back to their original shape before her hoof slammed back down on them, forcing another jet of sperm out as they compressed beneath her weight.
"Three strikes!" She called as something went crunch beneath her hoof. She should stop now, but she couldn't.
Something must have given in his nut, because with a scream he shot the next spurt so powerful it hit the mare right in the face. With a yelp of delight, she came. Gushing her own juices back down on him. Coating his stallionhood in her marecum. It was a sweet victory, and she couldn’t help but punctuate it. By lifting her other leg.
His stallionhood gave another sickening crunch as her full weight was placed upon them. She felt something shift underneath her hoof. With a final yell the stallion collapsed against her leg, utterly spent, in more regards than one.
The force of the stallion pushed her off balance, and she stepped off what was left of his foalmakers and fell back in her seat to ride out her orgasm.
"Oooh, this is the best fuck I've ever had!" it took her a moment to realize that she had said it aloud. She blushed at the vulgar language. Though her cheeks were already flushed enough after her climax. Honestly, when she thought about what she had just done, some vulgar language seemed extremely appropriate.
Eventually Coco pulled herself to her hooves and inspected her handiwork. The stallion, if he even was one anymore was lying on the floor, whimpering. His eyes were shut against the pain and he didn't notice the mare kneeling between his legs until he felt her hooves grab for him.
"No, no please no more! No more!" He begged and thrashed as he felt her try to pry his hooves away from his aching grapes.
"Shhh it's okay." She reassured him. Letting go of him to show that she wouldn't force him. "I'm done hurting you now, boy."
He opened his eyes and looked up at her. His golden eyes were full of fear and pain, but also courage, devotion and unadulterated awe. He looked up at her like she was an avenging angel poised to smite, but there was hope in his eyes too.
" Trust me." She said, smiling and giving his clenched hooves a pat. "
And to her surprise, and probably his own, he did.
With a whimper, he lifted his hooves from his mangled genitals, exposing them one more time to the mare that had already put them through hell.
Wow, he really will do anything I ask. Coco thought as she patted his leg, to show him how much she appreciated his loyalty.
"Good bo…" She cooed, then she caught herself and smiled. "Well let's see if you're still a boy." She said to the fully grown stallion, and leaned in to check the damage.
"Hmm, it would appear so." She said eventually, both relieved and slightly disappointed.
The stallion however was relieved, he let out the long breath he'd held since he removed his hooves. He immediately sucked it back in as she started prodding at his bruised bollocks.
"They do feel rather squishy." She mused, taking one of the orbs between her hooves and giving it a light squeeze. It didn't offer as much resistance as before.
"Oh stop whining boy. You're still a stallion, and they are meant to be tough." That was mean, and she knew it, but she owed him so many apologies already, what was one more?
The stallion let out another deep breath and then did his best to keep quiet as she examined his most priced possessions.
Such a good boy. I'm glad I didn't geld him. Coco kept prodding at his jewels, but apart from them being a bit softer than before she could find nothing especially wrong with them.
She eyed his cock, there certainly wasn't anything wrong with that part of his stallionhood. Even though it had wilted after his orgasm, and now lay draped limp and sticky across his abdomen, it was still an impressive organ. A perfect specimen of stallionhood. The sheer amount of jizz that covered them both was testimony to his virility. The organ really made her lick her lips to keep from drooling. She wanted to suck on it, lick it, see how far it would fit down her throat. But she didn't, not this time. She was Miss Pommel! If only for today.
Gosh, if she ever met him again I'll owe him a lifetime of blowjobs for what I put him through… and that was a rather pleasant thought.
"You seem intact." She finally said, looking up from his groin. "Nothing that a little magic can't fix." She gave him a reassuring pat on the leg, which still made him flinch as it landed high upon his thigh. Wow, he really is terrified of me. Coco thought. The stallion on his end was as relieved by the news as the fact that her painful examination seemed to be over. She wiped her sticky hoof on his leg and stood up, towering over him.
He knew intellectually that she was a rather small pony, but from the floor, looking up at her, drenched in their combined juices and wearing a satisfied smirk, she looked larger than life.
"T-thank you miss." He praised her. His voice quivered slightly, thick with reverence. It made Coco feel extremely pleased with herself and she smiled benignly down at her boy.
"Thank me for what?" She asked coyly.
"For sparing me."
Sparing you? I just put you through a lot of humiliation and pain for no good reason, and you're grateful because I stopped? What a whimp! But whimp or not, it did make her swell with pride, it warmed her heart, it really did, and she couldn't resist giving him another poke.
"Well…" She said, looking down on him, her pleasant smile turned mischievous. "You still have another two strikes."
Her threat had the desired effect as he flailed around, scrambling to get away from her. Failed to do so due to the limited floorspace and resorted to groveling. "No, please miss, don't! I can't take anymore!"
Her smirk grew even more evil. "You sure can't, those berries felt very squishy, I don't think they'll survive another stomp without shattering." The stallion whimpered as she put a hoof between his legs, just missing his precious orbs and bent forward, putting her nose to nose with the quivering mess." But you will if I ask you? Won't you boy?"
"I…" He met her eyes for a couple of seconds, then looked away. "Please…" But then he slumped, resigning himself to her dominance. He didn't say anything, but his legs remained open, and he averted his face from hers, closing his eyes and braced for the impact.
It never came. Coco just couldn't. He was just too adorable. She looked down at the stallion prostrated before her and willingly allowing her to enact whatever wicked torture she could think of just for her amusement. You couldn't abuse that kind of loyalty, you just couldn't. It didn't matter that they had just met, that she probably would never see him again. They had shared something special today, and it had changed them.
The abrupt buzzing of the trains PA system brought them both out of their respective headspaces and gave her an excellent excuse.
"We'll soon arrive at Bucklyn Station. We thank you all for traveling with The Friendship Express and wish you a happy time in Manehattan." The tinny voice announced. "And mind the gap." It added as an afterthought.
The stallion and the mare looked at each other, her hoof poised to crush him. She was the first to recover, placing her hoof back down on the floor and giving him a teasing smirk. "Saved by the bell, dear boy. This is my stop." She said and reached for her luggage. He did nothing but look at her. "Will I see you again miss?" He asked, his husky voice quivering.
Coco swung her bag over him and stepped towards the door. "I sure hope so." She said. "You still have one more strike to take."
He looked so relieved that it made her heart leap. She turned away from him so he wouldn't see the blush spreading across her cream white cheeks.
And creamy they were, as she saw her reflection in the compartment door window she let out a squeak. She was covered in semen!
Red in the face for more than one reason she turned back to the stallion on the floor, eyes glaring. I almost walked out like that!
She was mortified, so she did the best she could and feigned anger.
"What have you done, boy?!" She barked.
He was quick to apologize, but she would hear none of it.
"You are lucky I need to go, or I would've had you lick up every disgusting drop!" She haranged, silencing his next blubbered apology with a kick to his damaged foalmakers. It wasn't a particularly hard kick, she was afraid of permanently injuring him after all, but in his weakened state it was enough to make him fall limply back against the floor, convulsing in agony.
As he lay there, a whimpering quivering mess, she reached down and grabbed one of his wings. He didn't resist, it hung limply in her hoof, and with a certain amount of satisfaction she wiped her face on it, soaking it in his own semen. She then brushed over her belly and between her legs, earning them both an embarrassing squeak as his stiff pinions brushed her sex. He didn't comment though, wise of him.
She let go of the wing, and it fell to the floor like a wet noodle, splat. She was pleased to see that most of the stallionjuice on her had been transferred back to its owner. Thankfully, her coat was already the same colour as the potent goo, so she wouldn't attract attention. As long as noypony smelled her, but she had enough perfume to cover it up.
"Thank you." She said, brushing a hoof through her damp fur, hoping it would pass for decent in poor light. Good thing it was late in the evening. It would do.
Her hoof however encountered a damp piece of cloth against her neck. Ah, my collar. She had forgotten about that. Well, there was no saving it, and she liked the idea of giving the stallion something to remember her by. He'd probably jack off smelling it, and that idea was not an unwelcome one either.
With a grunt she ripped the soggy garment from her neck, ripping the seams. She held it out for him. "Something to remember me by, boy." She let go and the sperm soaked garment hit him right in the face.
With a satisfied smirk she opened the door and stepped out in the busy train. She felt it slow down as she turned back, taking one last look at the stallion who had given her a great gift this day. He looked back at her, his eyes full of longing. She knew he would follow her home like a lost puppy if she let him.
Giving him one last smirk as he tried to scramble to his hooves, she shut the door in his face and hopped off the train.
Today had been a marvelous day. That stallion had awakened a new side of her, one she had never even suspected existed.
She strode confidently along the nighttime streets of Bucklyn. She might be a small lone mare who reeked of sex, but nopony dared to bother her.
She smiled as she realized that she never even got his name, and she hadn't given him hers either. Good, she had never liked Coco that much. From now on she would be Miss Pommel, and any stallion would be lucky to even get to lick her hooves!
Trodding along the streets of Bucklyn Manehattan, she eventually reached her own block. Her mind full of fantasies about that strange stallion, and what he was doing right now. She would never now. Maybe somepony found him like that, lying in a pool of his own semen and clutching the broken remains of his stallionhood? Wasn't that a fun thought. Or maybe he managed to pull himself together and limped home? She imagined him clutching her collar and scarf as he went to sleep, dreaming about her marehood and how it had crushed him.
Miss Pommel had almost made it home when she saw the billboard. She only glanced at it, it wasn't about fashion, it was about some great areal show that would happen tomorrow.
She walked past the billboard, dismissing it and reached her door, unlocked it and heaved her luggage inside.
Something bothered her though. Didn't one of those faces on the billboard seem awfully familiar?
As she got out of the elevator and entered her apartment, she remembered the yellow mare she had seen on the cover of a magazine. "Ah Spitfire." She nodded. She had seen the mare on the Wonderbolt magazine cover that the stallion was reading.
It didn't feel like that was it though, and something nagged at her as she unpacked.
Why wasn't it though, her boy had seemed like just the sporty kind of guy that'd be into that sort of thing.
She froze… There had been three ponies on the billboard. Spitfire, the captain, Rainbow Dash, their star performer… and their newest recruit who would be debuting this show.
Or would he?
"Oh…. fuck!"
Coco didn't bother with the elevator, she bounded down all 9 flights of stairs, ran across the street and peered up at the billboard.
Yup, smiling down at her was a gigantic picture of a muscular grey stallion in a blue and yellow flight suit… He looked awfully familiar.
Awfully familiar, and the irony wasn't lost on Coco.
"Oh shit, I nearly gelded a Wonderbolt!"
Author's Note
So I apologize, due to a buckup on my side, a lot of the text disappeared. Mainly Coco's internal monologue.
It is fixed now, and I think the story reads better for it.
