Maud waited quietly in the passenger car, her head perched upon her hand as the train raced towards Ponyville, her little sister's home away from home. Light streaming from the morning sun illuminated the brown wallpaper through the windows, making the light green cushions on the benches almost glow. Colors reflected from numerous springtime flowers danced across her light green eyes as she looked out the window. Outside, Maud could catch glimpses of small animals running through grass, already busy foraging for next winter as birds took to the sky. The sight was almost enough to bring a small smile to her face. Almost. She had been on the train since early morning, but she couldn't help but feel a little excited about this little surprise trip. She hadn't visited her little sister in some time and she wanted to see how she was doing with the friends she had made. Her excitement was a bit dampened though as she remembered why she was surprising Pinkie Pie with a visit.
This surprise visit to Ponyville, unfortunately, had more ulterior motives. Maud was, of course, excited to see her sister but the real reason she was journeying to Ponyville was because she was frustrated. Frustrated with college, frustrated with her studies, but mostly frustrated with the lack of stallions in her life. None of them seemed interested in her, and when she built up the courage to ask them out, they rejected her. For some it was her expressionless personality, for others it was her tall, muscular body and the power she could exert with it. Still others were not interested in mud ponies who played with rocks. She made sure those particular stallions didn't pass on their nonsense to their children. She knew, however, that most of the stallions rejected her because of what lie betwixt her legs.
Maud was born, for good or for worse, as a hermaphrodite, a mare with both a twat and a pair of family jewels. As a gender, hermaphrodites ensure the stability of both stallions and mares in the overall population of Equestria. Of course not all hermaphrodites are alike. Most herms are no different from a normal mare, just with a few, albeit extra-large, bits added on. And then they were herms like Maud. Powerful sexual beasts, equipped with-among other things-more cum then they knew what to do with, and overloaded ovaries that induces heat whenever she's not sexually-active. Something she hasn't been much of lately, if the child-sized balls currently resting on the carpeted floor and the fist-sized lump over her groin was anything to go by. She was just too stressed out to play with herself.
Maud was not the kind of girl that needed encouragement or attention from her preferred sex but the constant rejections were...depressing. This trip to her sister's was an escape from all that, and though she did not want to intrude on her sister, she just couldn't take the negativity anymore. Her decision was so abrupt, she didn't even bring anything with her on this trip; pretty much hoping everything worked out when she got there. Hopefully, being around Pinkie Pie's cheery eccentric self would be the relief she sorely needed. And who knows? There might a stallion there who didn't mind her quirks. Someone who would wrap her hands around her hips and kiss her on the shoulders as he whispered sweet nothings into her. Someone who would fondle her head sized tits, and play with her long thick nipples. Someone who would take their cock and shove it up her hot, wet-
“Attention, passengers. We will be arriving shortly at Canterlot, please remember to take your things and have a wonderful day.” the train conductor announced over the intercom startling Maud slightly from her reverie. 'Mind wandering to the gutter...not good' she thought as she wiped up the drool that had leaked from her muzzle on to her blue frock. She felt a bit embarrassed, her skin blushing beneath her fur. Going into heat was not something any mare could resist for long. She had seen many mares go temporary insane, unleashing a beast that chases and rapes stallions left and right until the burning goes away. Not that some stallions would mind at the time but it's the principle of the thing that matters. To think that she fell to the need so easily, even temporarily, meant that she was more backed up than she thought. Maud really needed to relieve some stress soon before she got any worse.
The train slowly pulled up to Canterlot Station and the doors opened to receive passengers. Ponies of all kinds piled into the cars, from the rich and stuck-up unicorns to the uncommon pegasi. Some flew, some walked and still others levitated themselves inside. Many, though, chose not to sit in her car opting for other cars. Maud didn't mind. It wasn't like she was halfway decent anyway, since she didn't wear any pants. Not that any non-custom made pants would fit her or her junk. Even at normal size, her balls were as big as pumpkins, her leg thick sheath hanging all the way down to her knees.
So Maud was surprised when a stallion of noble stock sat down on the bench across from her. And what a stallion he was. He was a tall broad chested stallion wearing white khakis-with a hole in the back for his short blue tail-and a t-shirt. The stallion had a confident aura about him when he walked, his muscles rippling beneath his whitish blue fur. Between his legs, sat a massive-for a guy-beast of accompanied by large oranges. In a rare moment of expression, Maud's eyes widened as this perfect specimen of stallionhood deigned to sit in the same car with someone like her. It wasn't until she caught his eye that she knew who this was. Shining Armor, the brother to Twilight Sparkle, and Sweetheart to Princess Cadence. Shining Armor, the savior of Canterlot. Shining Armor, the wet dream of every mare and more than a few stallions, was standing right in front of her, looking at her.
She watched as his eyes examined her from the top down, his eyes staying for a few seconds more on her breasts and her junk. She couldn't help but feel arousal, her sheath chubbing up as Shining Armor looked at her with those piercing blue eyes. When he was done, his eyes strayed back to her eyes and smiled a beautiful smile. “Hello there. Forgive me for staring but you seem a bit...tensed up. I just couldn't help it.” he said, his teeth shining almost as bright as the sun.
“...Sorry. I just haven't been...in the game lately.” she managed to say, her tongue unwilling to cooperate with her. He just smiled at her again, its brilliance practically melting her from the inside out.
“Well, we can't very well leave it like that now can we?” he said getting up and walking slowly towards her.
“What are you do-” She was unable to say anymore as Shining kissed her on the lips. With that one kiss, she forgot everything. All the stress, and frustration she had felt over the last couple of months, simply vanished. None of it mattered as eagerly returned the kiss, starving for some affection other than her own. She had waited for so long for it that she didn’t ever want the moment to end. So she couldn’t help but feel disappointed when Shining finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips before breaking off.
Her disappointment was brief though, as a hand reached up to squeeze her breasts while another grabbed her bulging sheath. Maud moaned, her face blushing beneath the fur as Shining gently fondled her breasts while trying coax her cock out of her sheath. He didn’t have to wait long, her cock almost comically sprang out of its sheath, sending tingles up her spine as it went. The beast was as thick as her thighs at full size, the flat head of the beast standing defiantly a few feet away. It twitched maddeningly, screaming to be squeezed and milked.
Shining chuckled at this. “Look, I think he likes me.” He said playfully as he started to stroke Maud’s behemoth with both hands. His hands felt incredible on her sensitive skin, making her move her hips in tandem with is strokes. She moaned almost constantly now, her previous stalwart expression all but forgotten. Some logical part of Maud warned that she should stop before things get out of hand, but most of Maud didn’t want it to stop. Oh how she wanted a strong stallion to touch her like that. To milk her of all her worth and then keep on milking her until her testes were all shriveled up.
As if reading her thoughts, Shining started stroking faster. “Go on Maud. Don’t worry about the consequences." He whispered. I know you want to cum all over the place. Here I’ll help you.” With that he stood up, while still stroking her cock and put his lips on her flat head. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Maud screamed in ecstasy as her cock blew Shining across the carriage with the force of a geyser. Streams of cum as thick as a fire hose shot out of her cock non-stop, quickly submerging everything beneath a sea of cum. Just as Maud’s orgasm rocked brain understood she was in danger it was already too late, the sea of cum submerging her-
“Attention, passengers. We are approaching Ponyville station. Please remember to take all your things and have a great day.” Maud woke up from her daydream, her blue frock once again wet from her drool, her hands wrapped around her half-erect cock. Maud reached up to once again wipe the drool from her face as she took in what was left of the passenger car. Cum covered almost every surface in great clumps which oozed down the walls to join the growing knee-high sea. There was no one else in the carriage but her, confirming that it was just another one of her hallucinations. Worse yet, the culprit that created the mess didn't seem any smaller. Maud sighed as she got up, her legs lifting her heavy cum-slathered balls effortlessly out of thick sea, to go wash up in the bathroom. The train ponies weren't gonna be happy that she flooded another car.
Thankfully, Maud still somehow had the presence of mind to hold herself back though her balls were still way too big. She normally didn't let herself get this big, since she normally came way too much. So she didn't want know how much cum she had packing now. She REALLY needed to get laid.
The Equestrian train is an iconic milestone in pony engineering, its rails reaching every part of Equestria from Manehattan to Appleloosa. It was as fast as any Earth pony, and built from durable equestrian steel. There was only one train so even though it ran on steam, it's limited use eliminated most concerns for the environment. Of course no invention is without it's faults as the heavy maintenance on the rails and the engine might imply. Sometimes hours would go by while ponies wait for mechanics and engineers to fix whatever's wrong with the train and/or rails. The reason why ponies at the local Ponyville station have waited for hours was, for once, not any fault of the machinery. Rather it was due to almost a third of the cars being flooded.
Maud winced inwardly, as she walked off the train and onto the station's shaded platform. Ponies of all ages were staring at her, more than a few with a slight condescending look as they understood why the train was delayed. Despite cumming more than a dozen times on the trip here, her county fair-worthy gonads still sagged heavily past her knees and she could tell she was more blue-balled than before. Seemingly ignoring the stares and the occasional whisper she walked off the platform and into the light of the sun. She was greeted by the sun's warmth on her fur and even beneath her blue frock as her body left the air-conditioned cabin. Inwardly, she was happily surprised to feel the sun's warmth, unimpeded by overcast. The area around her college was nearly as cloudy as her home, and rained more than it didn't. Here the bright blue sky was in full view. A gentle wind blew across Maud's body, and for a moment, all the stress and misery she had brought with her melted away. So absorbed in her reverie Maud almost didn't hear someone calling her.
“Mrs. Pie?” Maud turned to see a cobalt blue earth pony walking towards her. He was a short stallion, barely eye level with her chest, and had to stand a ways from her to see her face. He was also of middle age, his white-blue hair just starting to gray around the edges, but his bright orange eyes belied his years. Due mostly likely to his occupation, his muscles bulged beneath his gray jumpsuit, giving him a slight macho look. "Mrs. Maud Pie?" he asked again, his baritone voice dancing into Maud's ear and almost sending shivers down her spine. Despite him being old enough to be her dad, Maud had to admit that the old colt was still bit of a stud. She clenched her hand hard to prevent herself from drifting off again.
“Mrs. Pie is my mother's name.” she replied with her droning voice.
"Oh, I apologize then, Ms..."
"Just call me Maud."
"Then Maud it is then." he replied with a shrug. "My name's Strong Charger, one of the train's mechanics, and I wanted to talk to you about the..." He clears his throat. "Mess you made in the train."
Maud sighed inwardly. She knew this was coming, though she still silently dreaded it. She didn't know how much money she had to pay, but it was only right that she pay it.
"How much bits to pay for the damage." she said, reaching in between her huge love pillows for her wallet, the only thing she brought with her when she left that morning. She didn't really care that it drew stares from passerby's. Her dress didn't have pockets, most dresses didn't, so she had to make do. Besides, her breasts made for great pockets.
To his credit, Strong Charger didn't stare as he replied. "It's alright you don't have to pay for anything."
Her arm lay comically forgotten betwixt her melons as Maud stopped to stare. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What?" she said, a raised eyebrow punctuating her confusion.
His bright orange eyes made contact with hers, and Maud had to stop herself from falling into them. "Girl, I've known a lot of herms in my day, even dated a few girls like yourself. A lot of them couldn't even wait until we got back home before jumping on me. Others wouldn't even wait, just jump on me after I asked them out. So, I understand how hard it is for you to control yourself when you go without a rump." Then his face split into a grin. "Besides there must be a reason why your holding out, and I can't really take money from you because you don't feel like doing it now can I."
Maud almost shared that smile with him. That kind of honesty, of understanding was half the things she needed in a stallion. Even though it wasn't cloudy out, she could almost see a ray of light shine down and illuminate that attractive smile of his. Then Strong Charger's expression changed and the moment ended. "But that's not why I'm here. It's about the mess you made, more specifically the stench."
Blinking slowly a few times, she removed her hand from the deep confines of her bosom before replying. "Oh? How so?"
His expression became apprehensive, his hand rubbing the back of his head. "Well..."
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The train was very long and it was almost never packed to brim. It's why they could tolerate a few cars becoming swamps of spunk. However, when almost half of the train becomes swamped, that's when it starts to become a problem. "I don't think your up to it." Strong Charger said plainly to his fellow mechanic. He and his colleague were strapped with magical vacuums specifically designed to teleport thick liquids to a faraway facility, and were in charge of cleaning the train. Sweet Ember, the colleague in question, was a reddish white pegasus mare with bluish red braids. Like most ponies she was a taller than him by head, and often teased him about it. She wore the traditional mechanics uniform for men, though her hand-filling bust strained the front of it. A hole was cut in the back for her long tail that hanged above a squeezable ass. The mare had what he would describe as an 'attractive bod' if he was 20 years younger.
In front of them, a magically sealed carriage door separated them from almost a half train's worth of schlong juice. Not just any kind of baby batter, but pole milk from a hermaphrodite and anyone who has cleaned up after them knows that sometimes their jizz does some strange, and often sexual, things. Each herm's cum is unique from another, and there is no tried and true way of handling it, so only those who are accustomed to it are allowed anywhere near the stuff. In this case, that meant only him and Sweet Ember, who confessed to shacking with a herm once. 'Once' being the key word and also why Strong Charger doesn't think she is ready.
The pegasus turned her head, her long braids whirling around her wide shoulders, and frowned down at him. "Oh, come off it old man. It's either I help you or you slog through it all day until some kind of help arrives." she said, Strong Charger's ears swiveling to catch her low, but still feminine voice as her arms crossed beneath her generous bust. Sweet Ember was in many ways an oddity on the earth pony managed train. Gods knows why a pegasus like her came to work for a train. Her huge wings twitched constantly, and whenever she could, she would stretch them out and fly long and hard. Sweet Ember, however, had a knack for cogs, a smart mechanic in her own right with a sort of inventive personality that he liked about her. When there was something wrong with the wheels and there wasn't anything to fix it with on hand, she would always have some kind of third option ready. She was young though and was still a bit headstrong.
"We won't be slogging through any of it, if I end up having to tie you to a tree." he mumbled. Herm cum was not for those who were not used to it, but Ember was right. He would be here all day and a night unless management sent help, something they were unlikely to do. Cost too much bits. "Alright, but if I see anything out of ordinary, your sitting out."
Sweet Ember raised a hand to her head in salute and smiled. "Ay-aye captain." Strong Charger shook his head slightly before turning his attention to the sealed door. Under certain circumstances, a failsafe spell in the car activated, effectively sealing away anything and everything inside. In this case, it was a water tank's worth of spooge. Only a certain number of people are allowed to get in or out when it happens. Fortunately, he counted as one of those people. He raised his hand to the door, and felt more than saw, some kind of magic that scanned him. Once the spell was satisfied, he heard a click in the internal locking mechanism and he knew the door was unlocked. Fancy unicorn magic. He turned back to Ember. "Get ready."
The mare snorted. "Don't worry boss, I'm ready for anything." She could have never been so wrong. The second Strong Charger opened the door, a kaleidoscope of scents assaulted Strong Charger nose. They were intoxicating, musky and so strong he had to clamp a hand over his muzzle. The thick liquid oozed more than flowed over his hooves, somehow intensifying the smell. It's touch sent a shiver down his spine that somehow made his package expand. He could already feel his sizable cock starting to become aroused despite his mental walls.
"Damn it, it's too strong. We gotta quarantine this off until-" Before he could finish he was shoved sideways, his head banging against the wall. He looked up to see Sweet Ember looking over him, the color of her blush showing even through her fur. Her face was half desperate plea, half crazed mare in heat; he could feel his groin becoming wet from her probably puffed up pussy. "...Well Shit."
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"...Never in my 40 years of life had I experienced anything like that before. I had to drag my colleague outta there and tie her up so she wouldn't jump on anyone." Strong Charger said with exhausted tone, a hand to his forehead.
Maud was not someone who expressed her emotions outwardly, but when Strong Charger finished his story, she couldn't help but wince just a little. She knew her cum was some powerful stuff. Back in college, the door to her dorm room was always being pounded by mares that got a whiff of it. It got so bad, she had to put a chain on it and find stretchy condoms. The fact that this was all her fault made it sting a little more.
Before Maud could start self-berating herself about it, however, Strong Charger clasped a hand on her forearm. "Don't worry too much about it. It's not like anyone was hurt or anything, so don't be too hard on yourself." He flashed her another smile that almost managed to make her smile.
"Thank you that means a lot. I better get going though." she said instead, some of the warmth from moments before returning.
"Of course, of course, just be careful alright." he replied. She nodded and turned to walk away. Strong Charger pointedly stared at her very big, and still very backed up sac despite flooding half a train as it swayed side to side. "Celestia help us all." he murmured just before he heard a shout from the train.
"Why is Sweet Ember tied up?!" Strong Charger immediately sprinted to the train yelling "Don't untie her!!" the entire way.
