Chapter 23: From Shod Field to Ponyville

I had lucked out and was able to grab a seat for the afternoon train. Though it would only be Coco and I riding the odd magic contraption, since the day we arrived in the glorious capital, mom had been suddenly called in for work, something to do with a very influential client, or so Celestia said. I would have listened more, but I had just grabbed Coco from servant’s arm, demanded for my staff, which was hesitantly given to me.

When it was handed back to me, I turned and headed for the exit. Celestia tried to stop me, with something along the lines of an explanation for her actions, but I had jumped out of the window before any of it started.

I was pissed that she almost killed me for a misunderstanding, that I was some sort of undead monstrosity, or so Beam had tried to explain to me. I was still pretty mad at her for being in it, but when I bumped into her and caused her to fall, my hatred for the old mare dropped dramatically. Even I could not be mad at her, especially when she tried so hard to get back up.

I felt like a total dick, but my anger toward Celestia and the guy that shot me remained the same.

As of now, none of that really affected me, since the bottles of booze I jacked from another guest room, had placed me in a good mood, with a cabin all to myself, and my arrival to Ponyville not until tomorrow morning. I had a lot of time to kill, though it wouldn’t be the case if this train just went straight toward the town, but someone had it in their bright minds to make this train circle back to Canterlot from a train depot a few towns away from my destination.

Something to do with preserving the capital’s integrity, explains why this train was so clean and posh compared to the one I had to take to the city on a side of a mountain. Even with magic, that place should not have been constructed at such an inconvenient place.

With my thoughts in a jumbled mess of hatred to the sun goddess, I failed to notice that the doors had opened.

“Hey… are these seat taken?” I turned toward the voice in the doorway. A caramel coated mare, with dark and light pink striped mane looked at me with light green eyes. She had this cute punk rock attire, that revealed a lot more fur, but that was the norm of this place.

“No. But you can go ahead and have it.” I was a bit distracted with the teenage pony. She was a bit chunky, in the good way, with that tight outfit that showed off those curves .

“Sweet. Thanks!” She dumped her bag on the empty seat, then proceeded to take the seat across from me.

I had to do my best to keep a bulge from forming when she proceeded to sit down. Her black skirt, revealed a lot in the short phase when her rump met the seat, and it was enough for me to know she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“So…” I began, as I scratched the back of my head, “Where are you headed off to?”

The train had stopped at the station of Shod Field. With my bags over my shoulders, and a tired raccoon I headed out to go find a hotel. I had thought that we could catch a night train to Ponyville, sadly that ship had sailed and I was stuck in this place till morning.

Babs Seed, the pony I spent sometime having a conversation on the train with, was going to Ponyville as well. So we decided to book a hotel together, it’s still weird how easily these ponies can be so trusting… still, Babs seemed to be getting a little too close to comfort.

“So Babs… wanna go get something to eat?” I asked, as we changed in our room. Yup, not even going to comment how acquired this would have been. If not for me facing a mirror with said female in it.

“Sure. I could go for some… fries.” Babs had turned her head and looked me up and down. I could only put on my pants, to hide the apparent bulge that had formed. This girl was like every other one, shameless and downright sexy.

“Good to know.” I put on my shirt, then turned to Coco, “You coming too or are you just going to sleep there?” Instead of answering, Coco shifted on the pillow and I just sighed, “I’ll bring you back something.” She let out a huff, then she proceeded to fall into a quiet rhythm of sleep.

“Wow. She must be really tired.” Babs said as she stood next to me, her eyes focused on Coco’s sleeping form.

“Yeah… tired...” I mumbled and grabbed my bag of bits then headed for the door, “Let’s go before it gets crowded.”

Babs nodded then followed behind me, not before giving Coco a slight pet on the head. I opened the door, and with the key in my pocket, I waited for Babs to go through the door before I could close it.

We headed out of the hotel and found a cafe that was close by, and since the sky was clear we decided to take one of the outside tables. A waiter quickly came by to get our orders, and so we waited for our food to arrive.

“So… who's this relative you're staying with?” I asked, just to start some sort of conversation.

“Hmm. I think it’s Apple something.” Babs scratched her head, in thought of the pony she was going to see.

I let out a chuckle, “If it’s an Apple...” I said and the mare across from me stared into my eyes, “...then I definitely know the pony.”

“You do?” Babs looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

I nodded and replied, “Yup. There’s only one family in Ponyville that sports that name… and let me tell you.” I leaned in to whisper to her, “It’s a long walk from the station.”

Babs’ mouth fell, “You're kidding… how far?”

I leaned back into my chair, “Ten. Maybe fifteen miles from town.”

Her shoulders sagged at the news, along with her face, “You’re kidding… why did I bring so much baggage?” She moaned, then face palmed.

I held back my merriment by taking a sip from my drink. The lemonade helped with my parched throat, apparently the train’s serving cart never made it to my section. That made me a little angry, since I didn’t bring anything to eat or drink on the train. Luckily, I did have a carrot dog before I went on, but I still have to figure out where they came up with that name, carrot dog.

“So Button.” I turned my attention back at the mare, as she continued to say, “Um… this may be odd to ask.” She looked a little uncomfortable, with those pursed lips, “But do you. Um. Have a cutie mark?” I had to strain my ears, just to hear what she had just said.

“Cutie mark?” I said, and Babs sheepishly nodded. I played with the cup in hand, the ice crashed against the glass, “Why would I have one of those?”

When I uttered those words, Babs’ mouth fell. She looked completely shocked, I didn’t know what bugged her so much about it, so I continued to talk.

“It’s just a mark, isn’t it?” No response from the mare, “Seriously.” I looked her in the eye’s, “Why is everyone so infatuated about whether a pony has a cutie mark or not?”

“Excuse me, Sir.” I turned to see the waiter with our food levitated in his magic. I cleared a spot for my salad, and Babs did the same for her sandwich. The unicorn placed our food in front of us, bowed then left us to eat.
We ate in an uncomfortable silence, the sounds of the ponies around filled the void between us. It had started out so well and now it was just acquired. I’ll never understand what was so important about these marks.

“Hey there Cutie.” A voice brought me out of my train of thought. I looked toward the source and a pink pegasus walked toward us. I thought she was talking to someone else, but as I looked around there was no one behind or around us. The mare grinned, pulled an empty chair from another table and took a seat next to me. She leaned forward, until I had a view of her cleavage which wasn’t much, but the that tank top sure showed a lot.

“Excuse you!” Babs huffed, and glared at the mare. Her arms crossed, Babs stared down the mare. The pony in question just ignored her and continued to stare at me with those peach colored eyes.

“The name’s Cloud Swirl.” She slightly licked her lips and winked. Inwardly I sighed at the action, her hoof slowly went between my legs. She tapped only one leg, but I knew where she was going with the action, “What’s yours?”

From what I could tell, Babs fumed in her seat, and not wanting to cause a scene I had to end it. Though I did want to relieve some stress, but this mare might not like having her ass tanned. I smiled at the teenage mare, “The name’s Button, and...” I moved a hand down, placed it on her thigh, “...I don’t think you want to ride this bronco.” My hand trailed up her thigh, and slowly made it’s way to her crotch. When I reached my target, mana flowed from my fingertips to let out a vibrating like sensation.

Her sudden flush was adorable, and had me thinking of how perverse I’ve been. I kinda wonder how these things happen, especially when I’m basically fingering some random mare in public. Sure it gave me a boner, and her lack of panties in a skin tight shorts wasn’t doing me any good, but it sure did wonders.

The poor girl fainted, her head would have fallen into my salad if I didn’t catch her. With my dry hand I gently laid her head on the table, and continued with my salad. Swirl continued to pant on the table with this satisfied look on her face, while Babs had this ‘what the fuck’ face.

I just continued with my salad, playing the ignorant sexual predator. The blank stares of the patrons that surrounded us would have been off putting to a degree. I was just too invested in my salad to care.

“Um… is everything all right?” The waiter came by, a blush adorned his muzzle. He looked at me then the mare whose head rested on the table, drool dripped down the sides of her muzzle.

“Why, yes!” I reached into my bit bag, and drew out a few bits, “When she comes to… can you get her something?” I handed the waiter the bits, he nodded and slowly returned to deal with the other patrons.

I looked down at the pegasus, with the hand that did the deed, I proceeded to pet her short mane. She shivered from the motion, which made me sigh. It was strange how easily these ponies could get off, and even I had to wonder how I could last longer than them. Though that might have to do with the ratio of males to females, but it still made me sad that this was now my life.

An odd life filled with sex, that made me wonder how these ponies had anything done. For me it was a strange sight to see a female hit on a guy,. Even stranger was when they would team up and the stallion would reluctantly comply with their face red with a bulge in their pants.

Sure sometimes the guy would be all flustered, try to say he was busy, and walk away, but they would fall prey to these mares. I was lucky that it didn’t happen to me yet… but I still wonder what Mrs. Cake did to Mr. Cake. I had thought that it was okay for those types of actions, since every mare had to share.

Though I may be able to ignore some of these mares, but once one of them starts talking to you, and another one rubbing their ass or chest against you. Compiling would be best option… Still, I could probable outrun them or something.

“Almost done?” I broke away from my musings to ask Babs. She looked at me then at the satisfied mare.

“Yeah… but is she going to be okay?” Babs asked with an eyebrow raised. She then pointed at the pegasus and asked, “Why are rubbing her head… as if she’s your pet?”

“It looked like she had a rough day… and what’s wrong with straightening a pony’s mane?” I calmly said, with a smile that only confused Babs further.

“Okay… but I guess I’m done for now.” Babs said, she proceeded to mumble something but I wasn’t able to hear any of it. I just shrugged and waited for her to finish her meal.

Once done I left a tip on the table, and whispered to the pegasus, “Be good now.” With that said, we returned to the room to get an early sleep. Hopefully we can get the first train out of here, because as we walked down the street, I couldn’t help but feel eyes on me. Not the ‘I want you dead’ kind, but more of the weird ‘strip your clothes off with my mind’ kind.

It was extremely unnerving, but it will all be over by morning.

The next day, nothing happened besides Babs joining me in the shower. I don’t know what came over the poor mare, but as I started the shower she came into the bathroom saying, “I think we're running late… mind if I share this one?”

Without a word of reply Babs entered the shower.

In hindsight, I should have probably locked the door or even better just let her take the first shower. It was kinda obvious that she was into me, with the whole groping and somehow my hand lead into her panties. All honesty I thought that would have been the final attempt, especially when I helped her to sleep with a little stimulation.

But alas, none of it mattered as Babs’ eyes stared into mine. A blush along with that short mane, just made this mare so endearing.

Her eyes grew and that slight smile turned into a smirk. I gulped and knew where this was going to lead to. I’ve seen it plenty of times, either in the clouds or in the back alleys if someone wanted a quickie.

Sometimes a mare doesn’t even need to have her heat cycle to go off and do it. Though sometimes I think it was just to measure how well a stallion could put out, and in some cases of those back alley blow jobs, the hypothesis held.

Which begs to differ how none of the kids in class or ponies that walk the streets could not see any of it happen. You could hear a guy let out some moans and everyone acts like nothings happened. I just had to figure why these ponies were so oblivious all the time.

“Wanna do it?” Babs asked and I could only nod as her hand suddenly squeezed the life out of me. That grip of her’s snapped me right out of my constant mind banter and holy shit, this mare can crush an apple with those hands!

As Babs lowered herself, I couldn’t help but sigh at the sudden approach by this stranger. We had only just met and she went at it like I was some tasty lollipop. She really needed some practice since she bit down quite a few times, but I was so happy for the flat teeth. If not, I would have said goodbye to my partner long ago.

After five minutes I kinda had to force it, I just knew I was going to need ice after this. The sudden release made her stop and slowly pulled her mouth off my piece. She gulped down what wasn’t being washed off her lips.

“Wow.” Babs gasped with a smirk that formed on her muzzle. She looked up to me with that wet mane of hers, “That was the longest any guy I’ve done.”

I smirked down at the wet mare, and with one hand I turned off the water. The other found its way on her shoulders, “My turn.” I declared, then proceeded to push Babs.

“Hey!” She shot back as her rump landed on the tiled floor. Before she could protest, my hands firmly held her legs apart. Followed by my head toward her crotch, she started to moan as my tongue covered those wet lips.

It was bad enough that mares had more balls than any stallion I knew, but being manhandled. Now that was the last straw, and this mare was not going to get away with it.

The sounds of her panting echoed in the room. Her legs twitched, my arm was hit with something hard but the sudden stream of liquid was a more present matter to worry about. I was able to close my eyes in time as the warm liquid covered my face.

“Don’t tell me you are done already,” I smirked, while my teeth rubbed across one another, “We’re just getting started.”

No response from the panting mare, inwardly I sighed and without any objections, I made my way in.

At first she squeezed like a vice, but I kept my frustrations held in the back of my mind. I just had to wait until she relaxed, Then I could start unleashing all the shit I had to go through.

Once she loosened up, did I start to move. I went slow with an even pace, as my mouth found purchase on her teat. I drew circles with my tongue occasionally putting pressure with my teeth.

She seemed to love it, indicated by the increase in volume from her panting. My crotch was drenched again, and that was when I released myself from her teat. Without letting her recover, I started to move faster, occasionally slamming into her.

My crotch would hurt later, but her face contorted in pain was well worth.

When I reached my peak, I pulled out while my seed spilled on her crotch. I just smiled at the dazed mare and without much effort I turned the shower back on.

Babs continued to sit there while water dripped down her mane. White streaks trailed from her crotch along with her heavy breathing did I realized what I’ve done.

She slowly rose, with our eyes locked onto one she slapped me. Then pulled me closer and forced her tongue into my mouth.

Like a romantic moment off a teen drama I wrapped my arms around her. Along with that embrace, my masculinity decreased. She was leading and she made sure I knew as her hand squeezed one of my butt cheeks.

“You are so my type!” She said, when she pushed me away from her. Without another word, she turned around and began to lather soap across her body. I could only stand there as the water continued to pour.

“What have I done?” I thought, I had used this mare to rid myself of the frustration caused by Celestia. Yet I feel that I was the one that was used, it wasn't a devastating feeling that I felt, just an emptiness where my anger used to be.

I was such a fool, and the slight slap from Babs’ tail was enough to know, that this was not over. I really fucked up.