Gusty Snows on the Train


                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >Be currently on a train ride back from the Crystal Empire.

                                            >Traveling was fun, but it did take it’s tolls.

                                            >You were currently leaned up against the cold window, staring off into the dark forest you were traveling through.

                                            >No one else was on the train.

                                            >Except for some blond mare in a Canadian winter hat a few rows up.

                                            >You weren’t sure what the hat was supposed to be called but it looked like it was fashioned from a moose hide.

                                            >Not that it could be.

                                            >You doubt any pony could kill and skin a moose.

                                            >She’d been taking a few peeks your way but you mostly ignored her.

                                            >You go back to staring at the night sky.

                                            >The window was cold so you pull your jacket collar up to shield your cheek.

                                            “Its’a cold one ain’t it mister?”

                                            >You turn to the mare who was suddenly leaning over the back of the seat directly in front of you.

                                            >Her golden locks hang down over her cheerful tan face.

                                            >Her cheeks are a bit rosy from the cold and you see the fog of her breath shoot out and waft over your face.

                                            >Dang you didn’t notice how cold it’s gotten.

                                            >”I’d say it’s a balmy twenty-five.” You respond.

                                            “Hahaha, you’re one-a them glass half full types aren’t ya?”

                                            >More breath hits your face. Mint?

                                            >”Well if I don’t focus on the cold then it can’t kill me right?”

                                            >Her eyebrows raise and disappear under her hat.

                                            >That hat looks so warm right now.

                                            “Awe-ya ain’t gonna die fram a little nippy weather, al make sura that.”

                                            >She hops over the rest and onto the seat next to you.

                                            >”Well I’m glad to have some pony looking—what are you doing?”

                                            >She nuzzles under your arm and presses her torso into your chest.

                                            >She turns to you with the cutest face you’ve ever seen.

                                            “What? Ya never herda cuddling fer warmth before?”

                                            >Your arms relax back down around her jacketed form.

                                            >”I…yeah, I have.”

                                            “So quit yer sniveling’…unless you’re one a them who obsesses with ther privacy an all that?”

                                            >”No…nope not me.”

                                            “Good.”

                                            >”So where you headed?”

                                            “Whinnesota—my hoem. An you?”

                                            >”Just back to Canterlot, was in Crystal for a while to sightsee.”

                                            “Oh that’s nice, I wish I had time fer that sorta thing.”

                                            >”Yeah, its—“

                                            “—Hold my hat fer me will ya?”

                                            >She takes it off and hold it out to you.

                                            >“Sure but what for?”

                                            “It tickles me cheek when I sleep.”

                                            >Oh, she planned on going to sleep…on you.

                                            >You grab the hat and hold it awkwardly.

                                            “Wear it ya numnut, no sense in lettin a good piece a clothin go ta waste.”

                                            >”Ok, thanks.”

                                            >You throw the hat on and it fits surprisingly well.

                                            >It still had the heat from her head so it was super comfortable.

                                            ”Wake me up before tha station will ya?”

                                            >”Sure thing.”

                                            >And with that she lays her head on your chest and seems to doze off.

                                            >With the help of her warmth you also doze in an out for the better part of an hour.

                                            >In your brief bout of wakefulness you notice something moving from the corner of your eye.

                                            >It started off a short spot of pink, but grew with each passing bump in the tracks.

                                            >You finally look down and make out the distinct outline of a equine penis.

                                            >What the fuck.

                                            >She just met you how could…oh right, she was probably dreaming.

                                            >You try to pay no attention to it as the mare continues to doze comfortably in your lap.

                                            >After all, things like this were normal. You were the one who brought your jaded views of privacy with you into this world.

                                            >But just as you close your eyes you hear a yawn.

                                            “Oi! That stings!”

                                            >She suddenly springs alive in your arms and pulls her bare cock off the cold bench.

                                            >You could imagine how uncomfortable that must be to wake up to.

                                            >She sits up and pulls the throbbing shaft into her belly fur, not at all embarrassed to be exposed in front of you.

                                            >”You alright there…uh what’s your name?”

                                            “Gusty, Gusty Snows, an what’s yers may I ask?”

                                            >”Anon.”

                                            >She smiles and pulls a hoof away from her still erect cock to hoof bump.

                                            >You swallow your dignity and complete the bump.

                                            “Not the most pleasant way to wake up let me tell ya.”

                                            >You peek an eye down at her and she looks sheepishly up.

                                            >”I imagine not.”

                                            >She starts rubbing it to create friction heat in hopes of warming the frost-nipped skin.

                                            “Ouch!”

                                            >She pulls away form her shaft, a red scratch mark contrasting her pink skin.

                                            “Darn hooves are so sharp from walking on the gravel streets. We don’t have them up in Whinnesota just dirt.”

                                            >She tries hugging it again but it the natural angle of her erection made it difficult.

                                            >You should really be a gentleman and help her out.

                                            >After all it was kind of your fault to begin with for not doing something about it when you first noticed.

                                            >”Um…Gusty?”

                                            >She looks up at you with innocent eyes.

                                            >”I can uhh…help if you want.”

                                            >You flash your mitten covered hands.

                                            >Her face shows immediate relief.

                                            “Oh I’d be de-lighted mister Anon, it ain’t every day that a stranger’d be willin to help a mare out.”

                                            >You motion for her to shuffle closer and she does.

                                            >You end up picking her up and setting her on your lap.

                                            >Now she was at eye level with you and her long mare cock bobbed in the cool air against your chest.

                                            >You unzip your jacket and pull the erection to your chest before zipping back up over it.

                                            >Her face melts.

                                            “Ooooh now that’s-a good idea there.”

                                            >You pull her against you and she puts her chin over your shoulder.

                                            >Her mare-meat feels pretty warm, hot even, but she apparently appreciated your warmth.

                                            >”Uhh…Gusty?”

                                            “Yes Anon?”

                                            >”You’re still hard…”

                                            “Ah, it gets that way some-times, haven’t been able to give it a good jack in a while. Why is it too uncomfortable fer ya?”

                                            >”No just…I’d imagine it’s uncomfortable for you.”

                                            “Oh don’t worry bout little ol me, I’ve been on mah own now fer a few years, ya get used ta it.”

                                            >Now that’s just sad.

                                            >A cute little mare like her doesn’t deserve that kind of isolation.

                                            >Whinnesota must be a pretty crappy place to live.

                                            >You were suddenly overcome with the desire to make the little cutie happy.

                                            >And what’s happier than a ‘good jack’ as she put it?

                                            >You pull your mitten off and reach under your coat to grasp her meat.

                                            “Oh! Yer hooves are a bit cold Anon!”

                                            >”Sorry…let me uh, warm them up.”

                                            >You begin stroking her length a bit faster than normal to heat up your hand and the rest of her shaft.

                                            >Once it’s warm you slow down and stroke more meaningfully up and down.

                                            >This continues for a few minutes and she gives you periodic looks of confusion.

                                            >She finally speaks up.

                                            “Say, mister. Not that I’m complainin er anything, but are ya trying ta get me off? Cuz I’m having a hard time keepin-er down.”

                                            >”I…just thought since you mentioned how long it’s been…you might, be needing to get off?”

                                            >Her face lights up like fireworks.

                                            “Ya mean ya’d do that fer me!”

                                            >That made your heart melt.

                                            >”Of course, no pony deserves to be ignored like that. Especially not a nice mare like you.”

                                            >She blushes a bit and looks at her hooves.

                                            “Well…ya sure ya don’t mind the mess an all?”

                                            >”Clothes wash, but friendships last a lifetime.”

                                            “Ya can say that again, we’re gonna be close as a flock a geese after—ooh!”

                                            >Your dextrous hand massages her tender head and you start to unzip your coat to get better access.

                                            >Once her flared tip comes into sight you dive down and swallow the first three inches of meat.

                                            “OOOH-EEE! I didn’t expect-ya ta do that!”

                                            >You apply suction while licking her skin and two-hand stroking her shaft.

                                            “Take-er easy there, it’s been a while since any pony did meh jacking fer me!”

                                            >You lean down further anyways and swallow another inch of cock.

                                            >One hand moves to explore under her cold balls.

                                            >Sure enough, right where you expected it.

                                            >You start fingering her vagina while sucking her off.

                                            “Oi mister!”

                                            >Thats as much as she can get out before her shaft begins to swell in your hand.

                                            >Can’t make a mess, you’re gonna have to swallow.

                                            >Her head flares and pumps seed straight down your throat.

                                            “EEEP!”

                                            >Damn that was a loud squeak.

                                            >You could actually hear the fluid rushing through her pipeline. It sounded like sucking a half-melted slushie through a straw.

                                            >She ejaculates a steady, hot stream for her first four contractions.

                                            >Damn she wasn’t exaggerating about needing a nut.

                                            >As her stream wanes she also starts to soften and the last weak spurt hits your tongue at the end of a limp noodle dick.

                                            >She takes a deep breath you didn’t know she was holding.

                                            “Whew-ee Anon!”

                                            >She meets your eyes as you pull off her and her wet, limp cock loudly slaps your belly.

                                            >It might just be stereotyping, but her cum totally tastes like syrup.

                                            >Ok it’s still really salty, but there’s definitely a hint of maple syrup in there.

                                            >She wordlessly begins to shuffle in your lap as her attention suddenly diverts to your zipper.

                                            >Before you know it you’re standing erect in front of her in the chilly cabin air.

                                            >She looks up at you before leaning down.

                                            >”Gusty…”

                                            >She pauses.

                                            >”If you want we could get each other off one more time.”

                                            >She takes a moment to register.

                                            >As if on cue a drop of mare-lube plinks onto the wood floor.

                                            “Ya mean ya trust me with that sorta thing? Even after we just met?”

                                            >”Well do you want to?”

                                            >She nods.

                                            >”Then I trust that you’re clean, and I hope you trust that I am too.”

                                            >She nods again.

                                            >You stare at her for a while before realizing you’re going to have to make the first move.

                                            >You grab your member and force it past her fatty pubic mound.

                                            >It immediately tracks to her naked wet slit.

                                            “Oh, right then.”

                                            >She unceremoniously sits down with an obnoxious squelch.

                                            >”Looks like you’re pent up just about everywhere Gusty?”

                                            >She blushes and smiles at you.

                                            “Just about Anon.”

                                            >”Don’t worry we’ll get you emptied out.”

                                            >By the look on her face she almost cums from that sentence.

                                            >You begin massaging your cock into her sex, her testicles roll around suggestively against your belly.

                                            >Her cock fully retreats back into it’s sheath, freeing up space to move closer to each other.

                                            >You slowly gravitate towards sitting up into each other and hugging one another for balance.

                                            >But the feeling of wetness in the seat of your pants, she was leaking everywhere.

                                            >Her muzzle bumps your chin as you rub off on each other.

                                            >She finally gathers the courage to give you a peck on the lips, but just one before she hides back behind your shoulder.

                                            >That was cute.

                                            >After what seems like forever, you finally start cumming.

                                            >Watery semen erupts upwards into her before promptly pouring out of the slick gap and plopping onto the floor.

                                            >The sound of your wet orgasm seems to trigger hers as she starts trembling on top of you.

                                            >”Just let it go Gusty, you really earned this—“

                                            *SPLASH

                                            >A masive amount of mare ejaculate hits the floor.

                                            >It sounded like someone emptied their cup of water right between your legs.

                                            >And it continues in a small but steady stream in accordance with her continued shuddering.

                                            >If you didn’t know any better you’d say she was peeing on you.

                                            >Actually she might be.

                                            >Soon enough she was finished and she pulls off you, using the backboard to brace while she stands up.

                                            >She dribbles a bit on your clothes before quickly getting off you and sitting down.

                                            “I’m so sorry mister Anon I didn’t know I’d finish like that, I’m sorry ah truly am!”

                                            >You wrap her in a hug to calm her.

                                            >”Don’t worry about it Gusty, like you said, you were pent up that’s all. I’m just glad we got that out of you now, who knows how long you would’ve went holding all that in.”

                                            “Oh Anon…ya truly are a friend.”

                                            >She hugs you back and starts crying.

                                            >You look out the window.

                                            >You still had a few hours on the train before you got to your destination.

                                            >Maybe you’d ask her out for coffee at the next stop.