Trouble Rain

Rain didn’t lift her muzzle for trains anymore, they were common enough. Sometimes when they were close enough, she could smell the stink from the locomotive and the faint scent of the ponies on board. They were no threat, they stayed on their tracks and followed them, undeviating.

Some of the younger horses in the herd didn’t know that, and would watch or stomp their hooves or gallop off in fear and she watched them in contempt.

A stallion walking along the tracks was worthy of her attention. Ponies stayed on trains, they were small and soft and she didn’t like them very much. This one was big, nearly horse-sized.

She watched as he scrabbled up the loose gravel embankment to get to the rails. That was dangerous, trains were big and moved fast and were best only seen from a distance. Tracks should be crossed quickly, and yet he had his head down by the rails—fearless!

He didn’t notice them until after he’d done his business on the tracks, and then he took his lantern in his mouth and slid his way back down to the grasses. Rain’s ears flattened as he set the lantern down. Fire was dangerous; fire didn’t want to be kept or contained. Fire would rush across the grasslands and char their food and anyhorse beguiled by it.

She snorted, a danger signal, and more heads rose, all watching the strange pony.

Rain flared her nostrils, trying to catch a scent of him, wondering if she should whinny or not. Caution won out, at least for the moment.

He had his head down in the sweet grass, and she watched him eat, then she watched as he picked his lantern up and walk back the way he’d come.

The stallion was leaving, the herd was safe, she should have felt happy but he intrigued her and she decided to follow him and see where he was going.

•••

The rest of her herd hadn’t been happy, but she was the boss mare and she got to make the choice.

Sometimes she missed the chase, missed working with Little Creek. He saw things in a different way than she did. Those days were gone; he was worlds away.

Was her quarry nose-blind or was he bold? He hadn’t turned back, didn’t know she was trotting along his trail, the rise of the railroad to her right, the mountains ahead rising to the clouds, and him, silhouetted by his lantern.

Rain kept up an easy lope—she was gaining on him, and there was no rush. Whiffs of scent drifted back and they intrigued her; he wasn’t like anypony or anyhorse she’d smelled before. Strange and exotic . . . she felt the first tremble in her loins and quickened her pace.

They kept their distance from the mountains, usually. The ground was uneven, unsure underhoof; the grass was sparse, and rocks and trees blocked view. She wasn’t scared of mountains—and neither was he, apparently.

His scent was getting stronger, clear even over the stink of kerosene. Why did he need the lantern? Was he night-blind?

Rain snorted, and saw one of his ears swivel back, then turn forward again.

I’m out here chasing the world’s most oblivious stallion. She sighed. Stallions were like that. What next? Let him get away? Follow him into the mountains? Cut him off?

He stopped and turned, his face suddenly highlighted by the orange light of the lantern. His ears swiveled and then focused in her direction.

“Is anypony out there?” He lifted the lantern and shone it around, stepping back as she stepped into its arc. “Um, hello.”

She didn’t reply, and continued to move forward, her eyes locked on his. Would he back down or would he challenge her?

He backed down, taking an uneasy step before he straightened, his eyes going wide as he got a good look at her.

The two circled, studying each other. At some point, Troubleshoes set the lantern down so he could sniff her. She pushed him away and whuffed out a warning, cocking a hind leg. Rain felt the familiar longing in her loins, but she wasn’t sold on this pony just yet. Especially not if he wanted to try and lead her up into the mountains. She wasn’t scared of mountains but she preferred to keep her hooves on level ground.

He’s interesting but is he worthy? Her tail was already damp with arousal, and she turned and whipped it across his face. If you want me come and get me.

Her hooves dug into the familiar soil, and a moment later he followed, leaving his lantern behind. She focused on her pace, that momentary feeling of flying as all four hooves were off the ground, the grass skimming against her belly. The beat of her gait, her mane and tail whipping in the self-generated wind.

And he followed, his pace clumsy at first and then falling into rhythm as he found his gait, almost keeping up with her. He was strong and bulky and his hooves made a satisfying thump on the ground as they landed and she unconsciously started to match her pace with his.

The pair ran for miles, far away from the mountains and the railroad tracks and anything that the ponies had built or explored; the pair of them ran through the grass and the moonlight. They ran along the edge of a river valley, cut through the foothills and Rain knew where it widened and flattened on the plains proper.

She kept her tail flagged and he doggedly followed until they got to a copse of trees, a spot she knew well.

There was a pond there and she splashed into the water, letting it cool her, let it wash off the sweat and grit; she went down and rolled as he waded in and then the two of them shook off and stood on the bank and looked up at the stars and the moon until she could wait no more.

This time she let him get close, let him nibble at her withers and run his muzzle down her back. She flicked him with her tail as he leaned in and sniffed her. Rain watched his dick slowly slither out of its sheath and swell and stiffen and when he was hard she turned and shoulder-checked him.

It took a moment before he realized he should be on his back, a few prods with her head before he got into position.

Rain didn’t move in right away. Instead, she studied his cock, standing proud in the moonlight. As thick and almost as long as her foreleg, ever so slightly curved along its length with a wide, flat head: just what she needed.

“Are you—” he began, and whatever he was about to say was lost as she ran her tongue along his shaft, starting at his glans and ending at his balls, then she kissed her way back to his tip.

Satisfied with her initial exploration, she took him between her lips, taking a moment to reflect that this was the biggest cock she’d ever sucked.

•••

At first, Troubleshoes couldn’t believe this was actually happening to him of all ponies. She scared him, tempted him, and then made him chase her and now—

He’d fantasized plenty, but it turned out that his imagination had nothing on reality. Being on his back was weird and vulnerable, and hot as hell. He’d always fantasized he’d be on top but so far being on the bottom was so much better. Not only the sensation of her lips and throat wrapped around his cock, the gentle tease of her teeth, or her tongue slathering his shaft; not only the heady scent of her arousal filling his nostrils, but he had a front-row view as she bobbed his knob, his pre-cum and her saliva intermingled in the moonlight.

Every time she deepthroated him, he felt her hot breath on his balls, yet another sensation he was entirely unprepared for.

Troubleshoes was normally an unlucky pony, and if he’d prematurely ejaculated, rolled over, and then fallen asleep, it would have surprised nopony. This time, the pure impulsiveness of it tilted the scales in his favor, and he just laid back and enjoyed the sensations, at least until it occurred to him that he ought to do something for her. Here he was just lying here, but a proper gentlestallion would be thinking of her pleasure.

Not that he had much idea what mares liked. The one porn film he’d guiltily watched really hadn’t covered that at all.

Once again, fate smiled upon him. Rain stepped over him, straddling him, and he impulsively stretched his head up, his nose brushing against her vulva.

Both of them shuddered as his muzzle touched her secret flesh. It was unbelievably warm and wet and as she involuntarily winked Troubleshoes completely forgot about the fact that she was slurping his salami and instead locked his focus on the horsepussy right in front of his face.

He traced his tongue along her folds, pausing as the taste first registered—strange, metallic, grassy, unlike anything he’d ever tasted and yet he knew with certainty that this ambrosial nectar was better than the finest wine.

She quivered again as his tongue found her clit, first by accident and then on purpose. He was a stallion on a mission, even if he wasn’t entirely certain what that mission was.

Rain was on top, Rain got to set the pace. He knew that a mare could climax and he figured she’d step off when she was satisfied.

•••

Rain hadn’t been convinced that she’d made the right choice as she started blowing Troubleshoes; she’d anticipated getting him lubed up and then he’d get back to his hooves and mount her like every other stallion she’d met so far. But he hadn’t; she’d shifted her hindquarters to get a better angle on his cock and he’d stuck his nose under her tail and gone to town.

It wasn’t the first time she’d been eaten out and it wasn’t the best head she’d gotten, but damned if he wasn’t doggedly determined. She felt him twitch and spasm in her mouth and took him all in as he came and expected him to quit as she let his softening dick flop against his barrel, but he didn’t. If anything, he doubled down and darted over her most sensitive spots.

Drool and cum cooled and dried in her fur as his tongue worked, diving into her pussy and then gliding over her clit, teasing and deliberate. His hoof had discovered her teats and teased them, building pressure as the pleasure center of her brain scrambled. She was on top, she was supposed to be in charge, and yet she could do nothing as his tongue pressed up against her g-spot and then darted away to tease her before returning anew.

She felt his dick stirring under his chin, ready for another round, but she wasn’t. The world shrunk to pinpoints of pleasure and she had enough presence of mind to give him encouraging strokes before he pushed her to the edge and she just pressed her rump against his face, demanding release.

After, the two of them lay panting in the moonlight.