Chapter 1
The train rocked beneath Sunburst's hooves as he checked room numbers, trying to find their sleeping cabin. The tracks clickety-clacked beneath them and the lamps crackled softly, lighting the sleeping car's narrow corridor.
"Stupid map missions," grumbled Rainbow Dash behind him. "I had plans with the Crusaders."
"What kinda plans?" asked Applejack, voice concerned, from behind Rainbow.
"Sweetie Belle wants to take Rumble to the Saddle Hawkins Dance," Dash replied. "I was going to act as the test subject for their net thrower."
The sound of AJ's hoof smacking her own face echoed.
"Here we are," Sunburst said, finding Cabin 12. He opened it and stepped in. The space between the wall and the two bunks was so narrow that—
"Only two bunks?" Dash said, instantly flapping over his head to the top bunk and flopping down. "Dibs."
AJ squirmed in behind Sunburst. The large earth mare squashed him against the window. Even with the curtains drawn against the night, the cold bit his nose where it touched the fabric.
"I ain't sharing no bunk," AJ declared. "Y'all two need t'share."
"But—but—" Sunburst said.
Dash broke out into laughter, pounding a hoof on the mattress. "He's never slept with a mare before."
"I have!" Sunburst declared with a stomp. "I have! I just don't want to sleep with you."
Dash reared up to her elbows and her ears tucked backwards, eyes widening and tail thrashing.
"I'm sorry," Sunburst said. "I didn't mean it like—"
"Why didn't you get us a three-bunk cabin, AJ?" Dash demanded.
"Cuz I had to pay out of pocket and I still ain't been reimbursed for the mission with Fluttershy to Kirin Grove. Here," she pulled three coins from her saddlebag and looked at them. "Two with odd-numbered minting years, one with an even year. The pony who draws the even-numbered year gets a bunk to themself."
AJ yanked off her hat and tossed the three coins in, then shook the hat. Rainbow reached down with the flight feathers of her left wing to pinch a coin. Sunburst levitated out another.
Sunburst looked at his coin and sighed. Odd number: year 989. "Darn It. Okay, which one of you two am I bunking with?"
Rainbow tossed her coin back to the hat and leapt over AJ, out into the hallway. "Me. I'm not tired enough to sleep. I'm going to hop off the train and go for a fly, then brush my teeth. I'll sneak in quietly and try not to wake you two. AJ, be a pal and take the bottom bunk, since you won the draw?"
"But I don't—" Sunburst began
"Sure thing, Partner," AJ interrupted.
"—like top bunks," Sunburst finished. He stared at the coin, then at the narrow bunk. It was barely wider than his own shoulders! How were they supposed to sleep two ponies—?
AJ crammed her bags into the small closet and rummaged, pulling a pair of heavy hearing protectors out.
"What're those for?" Sunburst asked. "Planning to test artillery for the Guard?"
AJ chuckled. "You ain't never bunked with Rainbow before, have ya?"
Sunburst shook his head.
AJ chuckled louder, climbed into the bottom bunk, slapped the hearing protectors over her ears, and pulled the pillow over the top of her head, burying herself.
With a shrug, Sunburst put his own saddlebags in the closet, hung his cape from the hook on the door, tucked his glasses safely into the cape's zippered pocket, and turned the lamp down to its minimum, leaving the cabin dim and shadowed.
Scrambling up the narrow ladder, he got up to the top bunk and under the covers. It was definitely cold without his cape, the winter leaking in through the walls and windows of the train car. He shivered against the frigid blankets and mattress. He flopped around once or twice, trying to get comfortable. The mattress was thick and soft, but his knees kept bumping the sides of the narrow bunk. He settled for a flat on his back posture, instead of his preferred side-sleep.
AJ's breathing, below him, turned slow and steady as she fell asleep. Sunburst settled his head against the pillow—the one pillow, and how were he and Rainbow going to handle that?—and closed his eyes.
Might as well get some sleep now, while Dash was off on her flight, before she got back. The train's rocking and clickety-clacking enveloped him. The blankets were cold but slowly his body warmed up the bed and his eyes closed and the rocking... and he drifted... sleepy...
The feel of the covers being pulled back and cold air rushing in startled him awake.
"Sorry," Dash whispered. "I was trying not to wake you."
Without his glasses and in the dim light, it took a second for his eyes to focus. Her face was even with his, her forehooves on the side rail as she stood on the ladder. She wore a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over her head. Her erect ears strained against the hood's fabric and a few yellow and orange strands of forelock poked out from underneath it.
"What's with the hoodie?" Sunburst asked. "And is it covering your wings? I thought you hated that."
She blinked at him. "Huh, I didn't think you knew me that well. Yeah, it's gonna be cold tonight, and I sleep better with warm wings."
"Cold? You mean colder?" With the sheets pulled down, exposing his chest and belly, he was rapidly losing his pleasant sleepy warmth.
"Don't you feel it?" Rainbow replied.
"Feel what?"
She cocked her head and looked into his eyes, her nose brushing his own. Her breath smelled of minty toothpaste. "Right. It's a pegasus sense. The train's on an upward grade, three or four percent. We'll hit the Vanhoover Pass sometime after midnight, that's over a mile and a half above sea level. Your ears will pop, soon enough, and the humidity will be freezing onto the window pane by the time we wake up."
"Oh."
"All right, climbing aboard," Dash said, and heaved herself up, cocking a rear leg over his head as she twisted off the ladder and onto the bunk. He saw under her tail and his eyes widened. She had one hindleg on the narrow ladder and the other on the bunk, straddling only a few inches above his face. She paused, adjusting her forehooves carefully on the hoofhold as he stared up at her... her... her genitals.
He took a deep sniff, less than three inches from her marehood. His mouth watered and he swallowed, gulping hard.
Dash's tail swished, brushing his horn, and the muscles made her pubis and buttocks flex at him, then she got her other hindleg up and twisted and wriggled down the bed, flopping down on him, chest-to-chest and belly-to-belly. Her weight—rather, her lack of weight—surprised him. She was light.
"Huh, well, I guess I'll lie belly-down, Sunburst. No offense, but I don't trust you with my wings, okay?"
"How can that not be offensive?"
"Have you even spent a night in a bed with a pegasus before?"
"No..."
"If you hurt my wings, I'm on half pay with the 'Bolts until I heal. Are you going to cover my lost salary?"
"No?"
"Okay, then." She settled down on him, tucking her head down against the side of the pillow, her face toward the wall, the soft fuzz of the hood against his left cheek. He tucked his forelegs down against his ribs and she raised her forelegs above their heads, brushing the top of his mane. Dash spread her hips wide, her rear legs against the edges of the bunk, sandwiching his thighs close together.
Rainbow's tail swished gently and he felt his own tail going unconsciously in time with hers.
"Turn off the light," Rainbow commanded.
With flashes of levitation, he darkened the room and pulled the covers up to their shoulders.
"You really hurt my feelings, earlier," Dash said. "Saying you didn't want to bunk with me."
"I apologize. I meant I wanted a bunk to myself, not that I objected to you."
"So a bunk to yourself is better than sharing with the most awesome flier in Equestria?"
"Err—I meant—that is to say—"
"'Sallright. Apology accepted." She yawned.
"Did you mean to show me your privates when you climbed into bed?"
"Oh, did I?" Dash asked with a hint of a chuckle. "How careless. Sorry."
He shivered from the cold air she had let in. The train swayed, the back-and-forth motion slower than earlier as it struggled up into the mountains. The train's rocking shifted her body back-and-forth against his. She breathed steadily, small motions of her legs and body as she tried to find a comfortable position. Rainbow burrowed her cheek more deeply into the pillow, her fleece hood ruffling the fuzz on his own cheek.
Her warmth flowed into him. His shivering slowed and ceased, the sleepiness coming back. He closed his eyes...
...and immediately found himself remembering the view as she cocked her leg to climb over him, the slick blue fur of her belly transitioning into fluffy darker-blue down around the narrow slit of her marehood, bright-red clit glistening with its own wetness and the tight pucker of her rear end... the scent of that wetness, feminine and strong in the close confines of the bunk...
He tried not to think about those sights and smells, reciting the histories of the six Elements to himself, screwing his eyes shut. He got through Honesty, Kindness, Magic, and Laughter, but then he got to Loyalty and instead of the red lightning bolt gem, his brain brought back the emerald-red nub of Dash's clitoris he'd glimpsed as she climbed over him into bed.
"Sunburst?" Dash mumbled.
"Yeah?"
"You've got a hardon."
"I do not."
"You do. I feel you getting harder with every heartbeat. My belly is pushed up against your sheath. Another ten seconds and you'll be fucking my belly button."
"Will not."
"You're a grower."
"Am n—Am so, actually."
Soft fur rubbed across his sheath and abdominal muscles like armor plates underneath her coat pressed against him as she chuckled once more. His erection—no sense denying it, he had a boner—grew. She scooted down his body a half-inch, nuzzling her chin into his shoulder, and something soft and hot and and and and and oh Celestia wet pressed against his balls. The fur on his scrotum absorbed her moisture, his balls tightening at the sensation. She wrapped her tail around his tail and pulled. The gentle tug at his dock shifted his balls slightly and another drop of hot liquid landed on them.
"Heh," she said, and those armor-hard abdominal muscles pressed down on him again.
His tip poked just out of his sheath, its sensitive underside brushing against her soft coat.
"Dash, why—why are you teasing me? Because I hurt your feelings?"
"I'm not teasing you, I'm getting comfortable. G'night." She bit his shoulder, getting the flesh between her teeth and really clamping down. He squeaked in pain and she relaxed her jaws an instant before she would have broken the skin. Her tongue, hot and wet, ran up and down the captured fold, soaking the coat there, too, before she released him and resettled her cheek against the pillow.
His cock throbbed, now fully out of his sheath, and it poked upward, getting caught between the bottom of her heavy hoodie and her belly. It grew another few inches, until his throbbing tip pressed against the hard bone of her sternum.
"You're big." She sighed and relaxation flowed down her body, from her shoulders down to her tail, the hard muscles of the athletic mare going slack, the teasing tail going still, the last of her weight settling onto him.
This was a light mare. Sunburst had slept with other unicorns—not recently, but he was no virgin—and he estimated Dash weighed half as much as Lemon Hearts had when they were an item back at Celestia's School, and he and Lemon Hearts had been only adolescents at the time. Pegasus anatomy or magic, probably. (And the bunks in Celestia's School's dorm had been wider than this! Stupid train, stupid Freindship Map, stupid hardon...)
Her pussylips pressed wetly down against his engorged balls, and the tiny but distinct sensation of her clit throbbing in time with her heart tickled against his left ball.
This was going to be a long night.
He sniffed, and even through the heavy blankets, he smelled her. Luna, she smelled good, and he felt his mouth watering. He swallowed, imagining the taste of her flowing honey-like juices. She had soaked his balls and her wetness dripped down, slicking his ass and beginning to dampen his dock. He loved eating mares, and it had been a long time since he last—
Dash's breathing slowed, went steady, and she fell asleep. Her left hind leg spasmed twice, kicking the bed rail.
Her pussy continued to throb against his balls in her sleep. Her belly fur tickled his hardon with her every breath.
His cock throbbed, forlorn and now legitimately painful as it asked what he was planning to do about the hardon. His balls, too, pained him like an abscessed tooth and he'd clearly reached the point where he wasn't going to wait out this hardon: it was going to bother him until he could make a trip to a water closet in the morning and hoof off. And probably his balls would be sore for another hour after that, congested with the massive blood flow that only extreme horniness could cause.
Darn Rainbow Dash and her teasing!
With a shift of his head, he buried his snout into the back of her hoodie. Her mane rustled and he breathed deep, getting the flowery smell of her laundry soap, of her shampoo that smelled like oranges, and the mixture of the clean mountain air and sweat from her pre-bedtime flight.
Ugggh, his forelegs were sore from holding them tight to his flanks. Gently, slowly, he raised them and hugged around her waist, careful of the wings bundled up beneath the hoodie. Dash might be a tease, and her teasing might be rude, but Sunburst had zero desire to hurt her, and she was right: he had no idea what was safe and what wasn't when it came to wings. Be careful.
Dash twitched once, then settled back down into her sleep. His fur and hers rustled together. He felt how narrow and heavily-muscled her waist was beneath the soft coat.
His cock got a little harder. That was not what he intended.
With a last sniff of her hoodie, he closed his eyes and settled back against the pillow and the soft mattress.
Drifting off to sleep—
SNNNNRRRKKKKKKKKKK-BRRRRRRRT
Sunburst jerked, bouncing a half inch above the bunk, and Dash's weight landed back on him.
"What? What?" she gasped, pushing up on her forehooves. Wetness smeared the base of his cock as she shifted position.
"By the Pillars of Equestria, what was that noise?"
A pause. "Was I snoring?" Dash asked.
"Snoring? Snoring? That sounded like a mother ursa choking on a hydra."
In the pitch dark, she was still able to precisely bop his nose. "I crashed and shattered my snout as a filly. My snoring is a medical condition, and I thank you not to make fun of it."
Sunburst swallowed twice and blinked. He wished for the lamp to see her expression, but her rapid breathing, the tight squeeze of her thighs around his waist, and the pressure of the forehoof against his nose all combined into a clearly furious mare.
"I—I'm sorry. I didn't know. I apologize."
She laughed, her squeezing thighs relaxing. "It's okay, how could you know? But yeah, I snore. You saw AJ with the enchanted ear muffs."
"Encha—Dash, let me out. I'll head to the dining car and sleep on one of the benches there."
"You can't, Sunburst."
"Sure I can, the dining car is open."
"There are no blankets, and your cape is too thin. You'll freeze your balls off." She shifted her weight backwards, settling down onto his hips, the wet heat of her labia pressing on his scrotum and forcing him down into the thick mattress.
"Dash..."
She then slid her hips forward, dragging along his cock, her wetness smearing up his shaft, her tail brushing against his balls. She pressed the upper side of his cock against his belly.
"I think I know how to make you sleepy enough to ignore my snoring, Sunburst."
"Dash..."
"I wanna hear a yes or no, okay? You want me to tire you out?"
Sunburst swallowed. The pussy throbbed against the underside of his cock, and he throbbed back in time with it.
Dash wriggled her hips left-and-right and the firm nubs of her nipples brushed against his cock.
"I do thirty minutes a day of pelvic floor exercises, so that I don't wet the audience during a fifteen-gee turn. I could crack a walnut with my vag."
He nodded his head.
"Say 'yes' or 'no' out loud, I can't see headshakes in the dark."
"Yes."
"Awesome!" she said. "I haven't had sex in days. My brain is all fuzzy with the horny."
"Days," Sunburst repeated. Sunburst hadn't gotten laid in... oh, Celestia, eight months? That petite crystal unicorn he met in the pub near Cadance's palace. He hadn't even realized she was a hooker until she charged him the fifty bits after he accidentally finished on her tail. If he'd known she was that expensive, he would have finished up her butt. Way up her butt.
"Well," Dash said, "it's been weeks since I was with a stallion, so this'll be extra-awesome."
Sunburst's jaw dropped open and, even though he hadn't thought it possible, he got a little more erect.
She sat up, her forehooves pressing firmly against his upper chest, her weight settling more fully onto his balls and the base of his cock, her tail swishing left-right-left-right violently between his captured hind legs.
"Dash..." he whispered into the dark.
Her hips dragged forward, hotdogging him with her vulva, rubbing her scalding pussy up the underside of his cock, up to the tip, and then she pressed down on his chest with her forehooves and slid her hips back, the wetness smearing down to his balls. Sunburst arched his back, pressing up against her, a tiny gasp escaping his lips. The softness of her pussy against the hardness of his cock was unlike anything he'd felt before. Her forehooves, mashed against his chest, pressed down with impressive strength from such a light pony.
The mare was like lava, her pussy leaving a trail of heat along him. He whinnied, the tip of his cock desperate to bury into her and start pumping, but she jerked her hips forward-and-back in short, sharp strokes against the middle of his cock, bearing down with all of her miniscule, hollow-boned weight to grind her clit against the underside of his erection. Dash's breath came as tiny gasps, her hips rubbing faster and faster. The blankets fell off her shoulders, puddling down over their tails.
The smell of her desperate excitement filled the tiny train car. Sunburst's mouth watered, wanting to bury his face into the source of that smell and get his tongue as far into her as he could, but she clearly wasn't in the mood for oral. She wanted to rut, not take time with foreplay.
"G—gaaaaah!" she gasped, half-whispered and half shouted, grinding her hips down one last time, more firmly than before, and a rush of scalding fluid soaked his cock and his balls and his belly as she marejaculated all over him. Feathers rustled against cotton as her wings tried to flare against the sweatshirt. With a thonk her head bashed the ceiling of the cabin.
She leaned forward, cursing, dropping to her elbows, panting, her nose just inches above his.
Something wet landed on Sunburst's nose. He reached out his tongue and tasted it: salt. She was dripping sweat.
"That—that was good, Sunburst," Dash said. "Are you ready for your turn?"
"Luna, yes!" His shaft was already soaking wet from her hotdogging, he could only imagine how lubricated she was on the inside. "My balls are bluer than your coat."
"Then it's time I gave you a Wonderbolting, eh?" She slid her hips along his erection, the wetness of her pussylips redoubled, their hot folds soft against his intolerable hardness, until she slipped past the end of his cock, sitting on his sternum and his tip pulsing with his heartbeat against her opening.
"Okay, now get the right hole... this train doesn't have showers so no butt stuff, got it?"
Sunburst's ears went fully erect.
Her rump wriggled, just a hair to the left, then a little more to the right, and the softness of her folds against the hardness of his tip drove a tingle down his shaft, into his balls, spreading through his body. Every individual hair of the thick, soft coat on his scrotum puffed out as her dock rubbed against it. He desperately wanted to cram his hips upward and smash into her, piledrive her insides, and start rutting, but he was fairly certain that would give her a concussion, given the low ceiling.
The softness of her cheek brushed his cheek as she leaned down, so she must have tossed her hood back at some point. Her lips found his and they kissed, the tip of his cock still pressed against the opening of her channel, his goatee brushing the collar of her hoodie. His head spun as her teeth nibbled his upper lip. Her tongue, just as hot and wet as her pussy, found its way into his mouth, intertwining with his tongue, wrestling and brushing against it as her tail intertwined with his, the dual sensations running up and down his body to meet in the middle and drive the throbbing of his cock to new heights—
She pressed her hips back down, taking him into her in a single slow thrust, pressing down until his medial ring bumped into her labia, her powerful muscles crushing him down to the mattress and the scorching heat of her pussy enveloping the desperate hardness of his well-teased cock.
"Aaahhhhh," Sunburst whispered. "My—my Luna, you're so wet. And hot."
She lowered herself, chest-to-chest, belly to belly, his cock deep inside her, and flicked her tail against his rear hooves. Nuzzling her snout into his left ear, Dash whispered, "You're big. Bigger than average. You feel good. Hard."
"Thanks. This is all—thank you."
She bit his ear, suddenly and sharply, and he squeaked in surprise and pain, but then her pussy clenched around him, cutting off any possible complaint.
"You—you weren't kidding!" Sunburst said. "You could crack a walnut with that."
She said ummm-hmmmm and bit harder, really hurting his ear. She pressed up on her hind legs, stroking out. Her wetness slid across his tip and he shivered with the sensation. Her pussy clenched and relaxed twice more before she reached the top of her stroke, his tip just barely caught between her lips. The cold air of the cabin bit into the wetness, leaving his shaft cool while his glans burned with her touch. He levitated the blankets back up to her shoulders and in the split-second of his hornlight, she shifted her head and bit hard onto the meat where his neck met his shoulder.
"Ow," he whispered.
"Sorry," she said, releasing her grip. "I have to bite so I don't scream and wake the whole train. Your dick is great."
His forelegs tightened around her waist again and the muscles of her torso and hips rolled under his touch as she humped up and down, short strokes that ground her clit against his pubic bone and the curve of his cock against the floor of her vagina.
Her tight pussy stoked up and down as she humped him, his cock as hard as he ever remembered, his balls swollen from her teasing, her tail slapping his balls with every thrust. She clenched at the bottom of every stroke, gripping his cock like a tube of toothpaste, then slid herself up where she relaxed the clench before smashing down until his medial ring bumped into her opening. They settled into this rhythm, her pussyjuices squelching noisily around his shaft and balls.
Then she paused and shifted her head to kiss him, clenching him with her pussy. Her velvety walls gripped the sensitivity at his tip and he moaned into her mouth.
"Okay," Dash gasped. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Huh?"
She pressed down, her powerful muscles tensing up like steel cords as she forced the wide diameter of his medial ring into the tightness of her entrance with a pop. A massive shiver ran up her spine, from the base of the tail, up her torso, to where her mouth brushed his.
"Oh, oh Cadance..." he breathed. The tightness of her channel compressed his ring, making his erection even harder. The tip of his cock widened, flaring as his orgasm built, snowplowing against the walls of her pussy.
"Ow," Dash said. "You're big. I like it."
With tiny strokes, fractions of an inch, she got back to humping him, his wide ring clobbering the bottom third of her channel.
"G-spot g-spot g-spot g-spot" she whispered, right into his nose, her breath still fresh and minty, and then she shifted her head and sucked his entire right ear into her mouth as if trying to give it a very inaccurate blowjob, yanking his head to the side, lips surrounding his ear, teeth clamping painfully down, her saliva soaking the coat on the floof inside his ear.
Sunburst's eyes widened and prepared to protest the earjob but her hips started thrusting harder and faster, a purr rumbling deep in her torso. A hot rush of juices soaked his hips and balls as she squirted copiously, her scent redoubling, making his mouth water more, and her channel clamped down even harder.
The whole-ear-in-her-mouth was a shock—she'd just filled his ear canal with spit, and the firm tug put a crick in his neck, but it didn't hurt-hurt and he didn't want to interrupt her during what appeared to be a powerful orgasm.
He thrust his own hips up, timing to match her thrust downward.
She bit harder, the flat surfaces of her teeth crushing his ear, and he thrusted harder, driving into her as she drove back down. They went into time, their pelvises smashing into each other and he reached new depths into her, deeper than before, and her walls clenched down and stayed clenched, the tightness incomprehensible and the wet friction on his tip unlike any mare before in his life.
His balls, still sore from the teasing, clenched as they readied, his own time approaching soon. He bit down on his own tongue to stay quiet.
With an extra press downward of her muscular ass, she clamped her inner thighs around his hips, squeezing him, and wrapped her tail around his tail and yanked violently. That actually hurt, rather badly. He clamped down on a pained gasp but the sensation of her tightly-muscled rump pressing sloppily into his soaked ballsack pushed him over the edge.
He squeezed, his forelegs wrapped as tight as they could around her waist, and pressed her downward, holding her impaled on his cock and preventing her from thrusting. Dash exhaled explosively into his ear. Sunburst slammed his own hips up. The heat of her tightly squeezed pussy and the strange sensuality of his ear clamped fully into between teeth, combined with the pain of her yanking on his tail, and the throbbing of her engorged clit against his pubic bone and her asshole pulsing against his ballsack, it all merged into a hot flush and sweat broke out across his back. She shook, shook the whole bunk as her own last and most powerful orgasm hit just as he also came, blowing his load as deep into her as he could force his cock, pressed hard against her cervix, gasping and his balls clenching and he released after all of her teasing as he shot his very essence up into her. He squirted again and again and again, the biggest orgasm of his life.
And then, after one last half-hearted spurt of cum up into her to follow the many large spurts, he dropped his forelegs to his sides and relaxed into the mattress.
Dash released his ear and wiped her left cheek on his right cheek, and then reversed, her right cheek onto his left. Hot fluid dampened where she'd touched.
"I came so hard I cried," Dash whispered. "T—thanks, Sunburst. That was... that was crazy good."
He reached up and hugged around her shoulders, feeling the tops of her wings through the sweatshirt. "This okay?"
"Yeah," she said with a chuckle. "I think I can trust you around my wings now. You wanna rub them, just a little?"
"Through the sweatshirt?"
She sat up, carefully keeping his cock buried deep inside, stripped the hoodie off, tossing it on the floor, and settled back down onto his chest. She kissed his nose, then his horn, then settled her head down next to his on the pillow.
"Pull the blankets up to our shoulders, then you can rub my wings. Rub from the top down or you'll muss my feathers. Never rub from the bottom up."
He did as she commanded, and she squirmed, her spine wriggling like a basking cat. Her feathers were softer than he imagined, soft like silk, and he closed his eyes against the dark room and just luxuriated in the wonder of how they felt against his own coat.
His load flowed from around his softening cock, out of her pussy, and soaked their belly fur, both their docks, and his balls. The smell of cum and pounded pussy and sweat filled the tiny cabin and he didn't look forward to Applejack's sarcasm come morning, but he also didn't really care.
She fell asleep as he rubbed her wings, the hard muscles of her body going slack again as her breathing turned slow and steady. His cock softened a little more and slid out of her pussy with a last gush of their hot, mixed juices, and then, hugging tight around her shoulders, he nuzzled his snout into her mane and fell asleep, too.
Maybe she snored. Maybe he snored. They were both too exhausted to notice, and warm against the cold mountain night in each other's embrace, they slept soundly.