All Aboard

Apparently mulling his options, Anon surveyed the area for a moment. Although their cabin was the largest available, it afforded them relatively little room for certain activities. The bed was smaller than the one in Celestia’s private chambers and there wasn’t much floor-space to work with - that being said, enough determination could make the endeavor possible almost anywhere. As the man squinted down at the mattress, he waved a hand at her.

“Slide down a little, I want to try something,” he requested.

Without so much as a second thought, Celestia did as she was asked. His rigid manhood, as proud and majestic as ever, waggled slightly as he moved. Although his equipment held several differences to a stallion’s, she’d discovered that it was more than capable of pleasing her. The soft, rounded head seemed like it had been designed to bring pleasure, as opposed to the blunt, almost boorish endowment of male ponies, but that wasn’t his most mind boggling gift - no, that honor went to his endurance.

While she was no virgin, having been prone to the odd fling in her more lusty years, she could hooves down declare that the man’s stamina was unparalleled. Even the more experienced stallions typically lasted less than a minute, rutting away before they came to a swift and messy end, yet that wasn’t the case with Anon. Her lover could run laps around anypony she’d been with or heard of, and that wasn’t even counting his obscenely short refractory period!

“You really are worked up,” he lightheartedly snickered, snapping her back to the present.

She hadn’t realized it at the time, having lost herself to the fond and sublimely pleasant memories of his carnal prowess, but she’d been absentmindedly staring at his crotch for several seconds. Shamefully averting her gaze, she finished repositioning herself. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind for her, yet that added another layer of exhilaration. Mutely following him with her eyes, seeing him move towards her lower half and gently grab her hind leg, her confusion mounted.

Slowly, carefully, he crawled onto the bed beside her. Resting on one shoulder, laying on his side, he moved his face to her groin. It wasn’t until his hips squirmed closer, bringing his waist towards her face, was she granted a moment of clarity. Trying and failing to fight back her excitement, sure that he would be upon her at any moment, she struck first. Her head shot forward and she gave the crown of his length the smallest kiss, before wrapping her lips around his shaft.

As obvious as his intentions had become, she had not anticipated him to open with a sixty nine - that being said, she felt foolish for expecting any less. He always took his time with her, warming her up and preparing her for the deed, which was yet another reason she found herself enamored with him. The sensation of his hot breath on her loins lasted the blink of an eye, as he set upon her slavering marehood.

Not to be outdone, she lavished the manhood within her muzzle and caressed his length with her tongue. The velvety flesh surrounding the rigid core was soft and inviting, holding only the faintest traces of flavor. Inhaling through her nose, she flooded her sinuses with his heady aroma; his crotch, though having only the slightest bit of hair, was a nexus for his masculine perfume. Relishing his scent and taste, as he licked and suckled on the meaty folds of her nethers, she trembled.

Ever so slowly, her raised leg began to descend. Between servicing her lover and having her marehood worshipped, it felt like being trapped in an exceedingly impassioned juggling act. The thrill of servicing him, while bolts of raw bliss surged through her body, was almost too much to bear. How he could so flawlessly dine on her sex was beyond her - nevertheless, she couldn’t bring herself not to give him her all.

Bobbing her head and steadily torquing it from side to side, she did what she could to please him. She didn’t have all that much experience with oral, outside of a hooffull of times in the past, though she’d never received any complaints. Pressing her face to his groin, shoving her nose against his ripe balls, she enveloped all of him within her snout. Even though she was markedly larger than most ponies, the tip of his length bumped against the back of her throat. Despite her best efforts, a light gag escaped her.

Anon’s ministrations ceased and he patted her thigh, though it wasn’t until he spoke did she realize what she’d inadvertently done. With his head sandwiched between her ample thighs, the most he could manage was a dull muffle. Lifting her leg and retracting her muzzle from around his glorious spear, she peered down at him.

“S...sorry,” she stammered. Noticing a thin strand of pre-cum connecting her to his manhood, she licked her lips. She hadn’t meant to suffocate the poor man, but her impulses had gotten the better of her.

Wiping his chin with the back of one hand, he grinned from ear to ear. “Don’t worry about it - heck, I was just getting comfortable. Do you want to continue or would you rather…?” he let the question hang, softly bucking his hips.

Celestia couldn’t help herself, nodding vigorously and biting her lower lip. As she pulled her wing back, allowing him to slither free, she awaited with bated breath. As exquisite as his oral skills were, she was more than ready to proceed. The man gradually stood and looked down upon her, yet his expression seemed anything but enthusiastic - no, if anything, he appeared contemplative.

“Do you want to try something different?” he asked.

“So long as it’s not too adventurous. What do you have in mind?” she countered, sneaking glances to his endowment.

Wheeling around, giving her a glimpse of his bare bottom, he stepped over to the sofa, retrieved the pair of throw pillows resting there, and turned back to face her. Though her interest was piqued, she still hadn’t the foggiest clue what his intentions were. There were already a number of cushions on the bed, ones which were far softer and more inviting than the two he had taken from the couch, so she was unsure what use he would have for them.

“Here,” he began, crossing to her and patting her flank, “roll on your back and lift your behind.”

Doing as asked, yet flummoxed by his request, she turned slightly. Her horn ignited, enfolding her lower half in a gold aura. Had she been an earth pony or pegasus, the task would have been next to impossible without help - thankfully, that wasn’t the case. As her rump hovered into the air, Anon leaned over, jammed the two cushions under her behind, then stepped back to appraise his work.

Celestia gingerly lowered herself back down and fidgeted slightly. Being situated in such an unfamiliar way felt odd, but not uncomfortably so. Resting heavily on her shoulders, with her tush balanced on the pillows, she rocked from side to side and freed her wings. It was clear that he planned on going for some sort of missionary position, although the exact purpose of the cushions was a bit of a mystery.

Moving onto the bed and positioning himself between her hind legs, “Alright, you comfortable?”

As he rose to his knees and shuffled forward, she nodded. Truth be told, she was eager to pick up where they’d left off - pillow supported posterior or not. Splaying her legs, heedless of the unabashed view she was giving him, she silently pined for him. Putting on such a needy display was bad enough, especially after having explicitly asked for his amorous attention, so she couldn’t bring herself to beg - at least, not verbally.

Apparently pleased with her response, he moved forward, guided his manhood to her sex, and drew his tip up and down her entrance. The taunting gesture was downright wicked, nearly more than she could bear, yet she endured. His teasing persisted for the briefest of moments, before he proceeded. Bending at the waist, lowering his face towards her chest, he slowly pressed into her.

With glacial speed, she was penetrated. The sensation was just as wondrous as ever. Every vein and contour of his manhood was divine, fitting her depths like the key made for a lock. Stifling a whimper of delight, as he delved deeper and deeper, the most miraculous thing happened. Due to the unusual angle of his plunge, his length ground against some mystical spot within her.

The sensation was singular, wholly unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and it left her at a loss. The sex with him before had been marvelous, more than satisfying, but this was something else entirely and it utterly shattered her self-restraint. Like a spring loaded trap, her legs snapped around him and fiercely pulled him deeper. In the blink of an eye, he was fully hilted.

“Someone’s feeling needy,” he purred, peering to her face. Bracing himself on his arms, with one hand to either side of her chest, he didn’t wait for her unneeded response. Rocking his hips back and withdrawing a bit of his length, he began rutting her in earnest.

Even if she had been afforded freedom of movement, she hadn’t the slightest desire to budge an inch. Being passionately rutted by her lover in the newfound position was beyond words. Flexing her legs in tune with his movements, giving him a little extra Umph on his thrusts, she eagerly clenched around his shaft.

Every plunge sent shock waves of pure, unrefined rapture rampaging throughout her being, stoking the growing inferno of her libidinous desires. The more she got, the more she wanted - the more she wanted, the more she got. The cycle was as viscous as it was amazing, spurring her to pick up the pace at record speed.

The fact that she had a deep, romantic interest with him was icing on the cake, yet it was so much more than that. There they were, aboard a train loaded with ponies, going at it like a pair of lustful youths! The taboo, coupled with her body’s urges and the gloriously awe-inspiring sensations he delivered to her unbelievable. Demigod or not, against such undeniable pleasure, she was reduced to little more than a quivering, covetous mare.

“D...don’t stop,” she croaked, closing her eyes and fixating on the physical feeling of being plowed.

The man acquiesced, increasing the speed and force of his pounding hips. Though their setting and the impulsive nature of the act was far from idealistic, she couldn’t have wished for anything better. Aside from the physical, the mere sounds he made added a deliciously sinful element to the moment. Their bodies collided, his grunts of exertion mixed with her increasingly loud groans of joy, and a trickle of her mareish juices crept down the cleft of her rump. While it was rather unbecoming of a Princess, in that moment, it was just what she needed.

On and on they went, growing increasingly frenzied as the seconds dragged into minutes. Under his relentless assault, her resolve began to crumble. The fuse had been lit, growing ever nearer to the powder keg of her release. While she was far from an expert on the matters of sex, she could tell her impending climax was going to be a doozy. Her thighs trembled, her breath hitched in her throat, and an inescapable heat welled within her.

“I’m - Mmmph - I’m close,” he huffed, shaking her from her thoughts.

The notion that he would reach his peak alongside her was all the inspiration she needed. Falteringly raising her waist, forcing her magic to work, she peered up at him. A sheen of sweat dotted his brow, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were screwed shut. If she had to guess, he was holding out for her, hoping to bring her to finish, yet his efforts were wholly unneeded. Wrapping her forelegs around his neck, while her wings came to rest on his back, she drew him in.

Without so much as a single word, she ardently locked lips with her lover. No sooner had their tongues entwined than her wish was granted. Burying every inch of himself within her, his hips fitfully bucked and twitched. The pulsing sensation of his manhood in her depths was quickly joined by the pervasive, almost scalding heat of his seed filling her. Howling into his mouth, with her marehood convulsing around him, she gushed climactic nectar like a geyser.

Cumming in tandem, locked together, the two rode out their ecstasy. Save for the occasional twitch or errant hump, their sole focus was on the deep, fervent kiss which had sealed their fate. It was a beautiful end for a magnificently rash mid-morning session and, though they had planned on such an event, neither was left unsatisfied.

“How are you this perfect?” he wheezed, pulling away to stroke his cheek against her chest.

Giggling like a school filly, clenching around his softening shaft, she fondly pecked his crown. “I could ask you the same question.”

Her laughter was infectious, causing him to snicker to himself. “You know we’re going to have to figure out something to do with the blankets and that pair of pillows…”

She gave the barest shrug and rolled her head to the side. “We can just throw them out the window,” she mused, grinning at the silly idea. “But seriously, I’m sure we’re not the first passengers to get frisky while aboard.”

“Sure, but I’m pretty sure that they haven’t had a Princess christen the train,” he blithely rebuked, lifting his head to gaze up at her. “If we don’t intend on ignoring the mess, we can play rock-paper-scissors for who brings the linens to an attendant.”

“If you insist,” she sighed. Honestly, she couldn’t care less who found out about their little escapade; she’d likely change her stance on the matter later, after the warm-fuzzies of a good bedding wore off, but it could wait. For the time being, her only concern was basking in post-coitus glee with her paramour...