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Iron went a step further, as one of his hooves soon slid up from his hug to Cauldron's cheek, gently cupping it with a hoof as his tongue tentatively snuck through her lips by a small margin.
Her blue eyes open, lid, and focus on him. Her tongue curls, and moves up slightly to meet him
Iron inhaled in surprise, opening one of his eyes to look at the seductive gaze sent his way. With rising confidence, he soon started to explore Cauldron's tongue with his own in a slow, tender dance.
Her movements are perhaps a little slower, at first retreating, but ultimately reciprocating, taking up the dance and moving with him.
Iron didn't mind: As much as he kissed Sands a couple of times, he was also quite new to this. He simply allowed Cauldron this slow dance to get accostumed to him just as much as he was to her.
Whether she knows precisely what she’s doing, or she’s just as new as Iron, there is no way to tell. She remains cautious in her movements, tending to match Iron after a delay. Her thick, black-flesh lips meet his, giving way to the slim edge of her pink tongue.
Iron's own movements, while careful at first, soon started growing bolder and more passionate, pressing his snout against hers gradually as his tongue movements started to become a little more energetic.
For a moment, she seems to have difficultly keeping pace. But her mouth opens just a little more, and her lips press a little harder. She invites him in, and lets their tongues connect. She breathes a little harder, and closes her eyes.
Inbetween small moments where he partially takes out his tongue to breathe out through his mouth, Iron continued ramping up the intensity, his hooves holding her getting ever so slightly more tighter. The primal desire to take her grows, as the cramped inside of the bedroom grows just a smidge less spacious inbetween the two, yet he didn't try to make any moves aside from giving out all of his love through his sensual tongue dance.
She makes a small moan, moving her muzzle closer. She moves her right foreleg up, trying to wrap it around his shoulder, and with her left hoof she digs into the fur behind his shoulder.
Her moan caused him to exhale sharply in primal desire as her forelegs reached their respective spots, removing the hoof cupping her cheek to more properly hold and slightly push her head towards his. It would seem he is a native for a reason, and all the week with his frustrations and self doubt urged him onwards to make this moment as memorable as he can be.
Does Iron stand straight over her? Bend his knee, kneeling over her? Does he dare press his whole body and weight against her?
Black Cauldron moves her hooves, and tries to wrap them both around his shoulders, digging the end of her hooves into his fur.
Iron would kneel for now, eager to enjoy more of Cauldron's touch but not go as far as to smother her with his heaviness. All the while, he continued to show her tongue the dance of his ponies.
She closes her lips as if to grab his tongue, repeating the acts a few times. She becomes more aggressive with her own tongue, nearly pressing into his mouth.
While Iron didn't exactly understand the purpose of that, he was glad to see Cauldron start to put a little more energy into the makeout session. The ember in his heart slowly started to shift into an inferno, giving her just how serious and passionate he was about taking her hoof.
She giggles, evidently entertained.
She repeats the intrusion, one, two three times in succession.
Iron finally creaked a curious eye open, wondering what was this about exactly, yet still kept up with his rather exaggerated display of affection still running its course.
She’s smiling. After the passage several seconds more, she ceases to close her lips on his tongue, or to make her own intrusions.
She presses harder on his shoulder, pulling herself to him.
Iron had to admit that despite the weirdness of the gesture, he couldn't help but find it even more endearing considering it made her smile.
Thus, he kept it up for a few more moments, keeping up with his lengthy attempt to display his fervor for her through oral contact for as long as she could last.
Her expression returns to serious, and she moves her hind legs further apart, and then presses both hind hooves solidly against the wall of the compartment, her knees bending with the limited space.
Iron's curiosity got the better of him, soon pausing his makeout session to look at Cauldron with a smidge of concern. "Are you faring well?" he asked softly, albeit still far more primal than his usual self.
She just looks at him, with the wisest smile imaginable. Even with black skin under white and black fur he can see that she is blushing.
Iron breathed a small sigh of relief, giving her a small nod before plunging back in with the same fervor as before, continuing his makeout session proper until she truly was satisfied.
Black Cauldron lays back down against the pillow, closes her eyes, and lets Iron do as he wills. Her hindlegs remain pressed against the wall, and she moves her mouth slightly open, and then slightly more closed, to move against his lips.
Iron was practically wrapped around Cauldron at this point, always careful not to drop his entire weight on her yet covering as much ground as possible with his body to cover hers while he pushed his muzzle and tongue against hers, tickling every spot he could and receptive to any sort of moans of pleasure he may have squeezed out his primal onslaught.
He can feel the backside of her premolar teeth, and the smooth gums of that gap between her teeth. He can feel the roof of her mouth, and her rough tongue.
She makes light moaning sounds, moving her head a little side to side, or even in a semi-circular motion, slightly changing the angel at which her lips meet his. She doesn't pull don on him, but now presses into his lower barrel on each side, feeling his ribs.
Iron simply continued to put great energy and passion into his tongue dance, ensuring no spot in Cauldron's mouth was left unattended or unexplored. Inbetween the two, his potential fifth leg was already watching intently with rapt attention, fully immersed in the experience.
She rolls her tongue up, and lets Iron slide against it. She makes more and more light moans.
Doubtless the lower portion of Iron's body makes contact. The first time, her belly twitches and moves inwards, and her whole lower body shifts slightly to the left. But after the second or third time to make contact, her body stops reacting, simply letting it lay on her belly.
Iron, likewise, paid his own companion no mind as well, obviously infatuated with Cauldron's embrace. However, a part of him was starting to worry a little as he continued the maekout session: Will he lose control and accidentally let himself go? Would she mind? Tough questions to consider and no clear answer, considering he was blocking her capacity for speech with his invasive, young and energetic tongue..
If she minds anything, she does not show it.
She makes persistent "Mmmmm" sounds, and moves her hooves up, past his shoulders onto his neck. She moves them up higher, and wraps around his neck, and pulls him in.
The pulling certainly made him lower further, along with his club that was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Iron even went so far as to hump instinctively every now and then, grunting softly from the accentuated spikes of pleasure and bliss while sending Cauldron into a brief moment of presumed paradise through his incessant, fervent tongue action.
As he rubs against her lower belly, she twitches again, pulling her hind legs forward, and then slamming them against the back wall with a "clank" and a kick.
She moves her own tongue faster, and along with his, rolling it, and meeting his in union.
A more level-headed Iron would stop after hearing Cauldron buck against the back wall, but he was too engrossed in the carnal desire to really stop at this point, He wanted more of her sweet heart, her sturdy yet playful soul, her rough, coarse exterior rubbing against his. He couldn't get enough of it, and after all the drought he had been through, it was time for him to reap what he has sown.
His humping, while still mostly sporadic, started to happen a little more often while his tongue practically tussled with Cauldron's, giving it the lovefight of its life. His enduring youth kept going, all too eager to make this last for hours. Maybe even days.
All for his special somepony.
Her mouth continues it movements with his, with the sound of breath leaving her nose becoming evermore noticeable. Her hooves drag through the fur in her neck, then across his shoulder, and then come to rest on his back. She tries to pull him closer.
Iron rubs against her lower belly, running between her teats, and maybe going as low as to touch the lower most tip of her vulva. He's too high on her body to go inside her. Iron feels something touch his leg, and then move. It likely takes him a moment to realize it is her tail, whipping around.
When she finally pulled him down enough for him to finally press his entire body against his, Iron paused his humping before lightly breaking the kiss for a bit, panting slightly from being so emotionally pent up. "How's... that for commitment?" he growled out in a whisper, tacitly checking up on her current state as a hungry smile crept up his lips.
A smile forms across her face. She pulls her lips inwards, as if she has to try to keep from laughing.
'You have passion. I'll give you that."
Iron chuckled dryly himself, somewhat realizing how aggressive he was being to Cauldron. "That is good, right?" he inquired softly, relaxing considerably as he finally let himself lay on top of her.
To lie on Cauldron must be done with caution, as Iron is more than one and a half times her mass.
"It helps you get to where you want to go."
She smiles widely, and moves her hooves up, and presses them into his cheeks, cupping them upwards in a cutesy fashion.
"But it could mean you're just a horny teenager."
Iron, of course, was incredibly careful, making sure his legs took away most of his weight.
He promptly blushed deeply, feeling quite embarrassed to hear her say such poigniant yet truthful words, not even trying to fight off the hooves on his cheeks. "At least I am a resourceful horny colt?" he timidly proposed instead in a roundabout way to save a little face.
Iron naturally leans back in coming closer to her, placing his head a little lower over her body, maybe near her chest. Iron's hindquarters, perhaps his hind-knees and certainly his tail, make contact with the wall.
He can feel almost the entire front side of her body making direct contact with him. Her upper chest, her belly down to her pelvis - all is pressed against him. Strong in places, soft in others. Her chest moves up with each breath, and down with each exhalation. Iron's unambiguously erect member is now lower, and is in a position where he could penetrate her if he tried. The edge of her vulva now certainly makes contact with him.
Black Cauldron's hind legs move up, with her hooves pressed against her bed, and her knees folded in against Iron's belly, and making contact with his barrel. It's as if she intends to use her legs, if need be, to keep Iron from crushing her.
She cups his face, against rubbing his cheeks like he is a child.
"You're a tenacious horny little colt. That's who you are." She says, still smiling in glee.
Iron's tenacity instantly shattered into his bashful self, pouting lightly as Cauldron kept poking holes in his confidence. "That does not sound like something a permanent suitor should be," he idly commented, somewhat bummed out with a small smile, content with being so close to her..
She stops cupping his cheek, and the smile slowly fades. She lowers both hooves, and says
"No it's not, no."
Iron's smile in turn fades alongside hers,feeling quite awkward and out of his depth from their currently predicament. "...what would
be a permanent suitor?" he uttered out loud to nopony in particular.
"Well... let's see. Duty. Discipline. Loyalty. Respect... You've got the courage. And the strength."
Iron blinked a couple of times, focusing back on Cauldron as he gave her a small smile for her efforts to cheer him up a little. Yet once again, his poor sense of self-worth was starting to gnaw at him proper, somewhat losing his youthful charm and dreamy outlook on life in the process. "...why does it feel like I made a mistake?" he blurted out from out of nowhere.
"If you made a mistake, I can't see it." She moves her right hoof up, and rubs his ear.
His ear swivels a little bit from her rubbing as his small, weak smile remained. It was too late for his cheerful self to resurface, however, as he delves into the connotations of her words. His untouched ear drooped in turn as his body sags slightly, always keeping in mind not to squash Cauldron with his mass.
The stallion says nothing in turn, trying to enjoy the moment as it sours from his inadequacies.
She wiggles his ear a little more, but for her playful actions she knows the mood is gone. Her smile fades
"Iron... A week ago, when you showed me the gold bar. I was genuinely afraid. Afraid... well, of you, to be honest. To know that you had something to do with what happened at Blackbriar. Where many young ponies were killed. I don't know what your part in that was. I really don't want to know..." She pets him
"But I know that you can be mean. I know that. I know that you can be... well, a monster. But you've been extremely supportive of me. Extremely. That money you gave me... well it came from that gold bar, but I mean that money not only paid my father's rent for the month, it paid for renovations. He's installing new booths now, and a new décor. Thank you. I don't know if I've said that. And you've been so sweet, and so strong. I know you can punch well. I know you can take a punch, and a bullet, and a knife. And you can make a mare want to sleep with you. I've never claimed to be immune to your charms."
"I mean I've seen a bit of you. I've seen good, and I've seen bad. And I like what I see. I like what I know of you. I just, you know, need to see more. I need to know you better. I want
to know you better. I know you can be a jerk. I remember when you told me you were wanting to have children in with this kirin mare, and then the very next sentence you asked me for sex. I was offended, you know I was. But here we are now on this train together. I mean, don't think I can't tell your penis is nearly touching my genitals. I don't let stallions I don't have a very special relationship with do that. Don't think I let stallions do that. You are special to me. And this moment is special to me. It's been quite the ride, being around you."
Iron's ears slowly perked up, gradually letting him Cauldron's review of him as his previously unfocused stare soon came back to see her. His heart switched from self-loathing to a tinge of pride akin to a rollercoaster, ending in a rather satisfying loop that tied the whole experience together.
Some of it didn't make much sense, considering how things have gone so far like his supposed charm, but it was a small part of the whole. Not to mention he felt like she'd seen it all, unless he himself didn't know he had a part of himself.
Regardless, a far more genuine, thankful grin started to creep up his features, looking solemn yet optimistic now. "You really think I can match your dream stallion standards?" he tentatively uttered.
"Well, I don't know." She pets him again, and smiles. "I am pretty sure I did
see you in a dream. Just, I think I would like you to be happy to be my special somepony and business partner, just as I am happy to have you as my special somepony and as my business partner. Maybe in time, we could be even more."
It took him a couple of seconds, but after a deep breath to steady his emotions and focus on the future prospects to meet that goal, Iron nodded a couple of times. "I will give it my all," he soon answered with renewed but tempered hope.
"Good" she says, petting the back of his neck.
"You'll do well. I'm sure of it."
Iron in turn held her closer with his forelegs, breathing contently yet utterly beyond his depth. It was a good journey as any, he supposed.
She places a foreleg over his back, and makes slow, long pets
Thus, Iron made himself as snug as possible under Cauldron's serene ministrations with a happy little grin.
Black Cauldron shifted herself, a little back, and a little to the side, to try to make herself more comfortable. She closes her eyes and places her forelegs next to her, relaxing in his embrace. Iron has more difficulty, surely, trying to keep himself supported just high enough that he does not crush her. They remain like this for some time, with the sound of the rails passing under them, and the air passing the cars. Time is hard to measure in such a position. More likely than not, Iron starts to nod off. Black Cauldron certainly does, or seems to, anyways.
Iron is awoken by the sound of curtains moving. White Sands, sitting in the seat, has moved a part of the curtains to the window, giving her a view outside into the passing scenery.
Feeling refreshed, Iron carefully gets off Cauldron, making sure she gets the rest she needs for the mission ahead, before slowly walking over to Sands to see how she's doing.
White Sands sits in the seat, with her hindquarters down, and forelegs together. Her long red tail wraps around her in the seat, before falling off the edge. Her muzzle looks long and thin, and indeed so does much of her body. Her legs and chest are visibly fluffy, even from Iron's perspective.
Her eyelashes are long, and her forest green eyes look almost squinted as she looks outside at so many passing trees. Her eyes move to Iron, along with her muzzle, as he tries to get up. She is almost perfectly expressionless as she looks at him. But she turns her head back, and looks out the window.
The native promptly walks over to her, seating himself next to her to watch the window himself. It would seem Sands has something weighing down on her mind and it was most likely about what happened not too long ago with Cauldron.
White Sands again moves her head to Iron, but again turns it to the trees.
The rail line is raised on gravel at least by a meter above the ground, though at points, the train seems to ride a cliffside, 10 or even more meters above the ground level of the forest. The land is cleared at least 30 meters from the rail line, although small trees have begun to regrow almost everywhere. The trees that pass are huge, broad leafed dark green trees of semi-tropical clime, occupying a middle ground between jungle and temperate forest.
Turning to see Sands proper, Iron gently puts a hoof on her shoulder, feeling something's up and is willing to discuss it if there is.
She turns to him, and asks,
"Does this area get any forest fires? Do you know?"
"I do not know," Iron replied with a shake of his head, keeping his reassuring hoof on her shoulder.
"I thought you might, being from the region and all. Then again, maybe this isn't the same region. It's a big land."
She turns her head back to the passing trees.
"Look at them, so tall and straight. So bright and green. It makes me think of the forests back home. It is colder and dryer there. Yet still the trees grow tall and thick with leaves. They seemed taller than this. Quite a bit taller, towering over you. They probably weren't though. These are probably taller. But the trees back home seemed taller. And their leaves were fat and thick, with a hard coating. Almost like a cross between a pine needle and a cactus. They grew so close together that beneath them it was black as night. You couldn't see part of the sun. Anyways, the reason I mentioned forest fires is because forest fires would happen in those woods, so I am told. Not that I saw any. And the trees, you see, the forest fires wouldn't kill the trees. Not like it would normal trees. The trees had thick, almost plastic bark. So thick an axe would almost bounce off. And their stumps were thick too. You see, the fires wouldn't kill them. But it would mangle them. Char them to the barest stump, explode their branches. All that was left was a little charred remnant. And the trees would grow back, but they wouldn't grow back normal. They'd grow back twisted, or out of a side. They'd have big black jagged charcoal trunks with another trunk growing out sidewise, and long thin branches that looked out of place.
That must not be how it is here. If there are fires here, it must kill the trees, and leave behind only ash and sunlight. I like the trees here better."
Iron nodded softly, understanding what she meant. "Forest fires can happen in jungles," he told Sands with a nod. "In fact, it's somewhat common, depending on the tribe being nomadic or not."
“Huh.” She looks back to Iron. Her eyes are as green as the trees outside.
“Well that answers that. I wonder if if kills the trees. I bet it does.”
She turns, and looks back to the trees.
“I wonder how old these are.”
"It does," Iron agreed with a nod "but it is usually done to keep the lands fertile for new generations of plants to take over after the tribe has done its deeds."
“It is done? Who sets the forest on fire?” She sounds surprised, again turning to him.
"The tribe in question," Iron replied in a matter of factly manner. "That is what their elders taught them would help nature."
She looks at him, eyes fairly wide, for a few seconds
“Huh. I should have expected you…. Equestrians would try to bend nature to your advantage. Even the fire burns when you want. Must be a tamer nature. It’s always warm here, and the rains come….”
She trails off, and looks outside.
"It is more of a give and take," Iron reasoned with a small smile. "We help nature, nature helps us."
However, something piqued his interest, soon tilting his head. "I am Equestrian?" he asks with some curiosity.
She blinks, and then curls her lips
And again, she looks out the window.
“I am not from here.”
"I do not know what the term 'Equestrian' is," the native admitted with a sheepish smile.
“You know. Ponies. From Equestria. Not from other places.” She lowers her head and her shoulders.
“Equestria is gone anyways. I don’t care if you don’t claim the name. I don’t claim it. I’m not Equestrian. I doubt your mare friend over there is either.” She turns over and looks to Black Cauldron. Then she again turns, more slowly, to look out the window.
“I’m just saying. The whole ‘stewards of nature’ thing is something I associate your people with.”
"Oh," Iron uttered before nodding with a happy smile "I certainly think that sort of way."
Following his cheerful smile, he soon wrapped his foreleg around her shoulders, pulling her close enough for their coats to touch. "Something tells me you are having some dark thoughts in your head," he bluntly guessed, open to give out comfort if need be.
“Why… do you say that?” She asks, looking up to him, with no hint of a smile.
"Personal experience," Iron nonchalantly answered as his smile faded slightly.
Her head faces the forest. The trees extend forever, some higher, and some lower, as hills pass by, with a few jagged rock formations of mountain foothills sometimes showing past the trees.
“Do you think I can’t see that I’m outclassed?”
Her voice almost breaks, and she swallows after closing her mouth.
“What am I doing here, so far away from home?”
This statement, unlike the last, seems to be aimed towards herself, rather than Iron.
"I am not too far off," Iron mused, reminding Sands of his presence by squeezing her a bit with the foreleg currently perched on her shoulders. "I walked away from my idyllic village all the way to this confusing concrete jungle where my value as a fighter is less worthy than a math lover's."
The stallion exhaled softly, soon looking at the scenery proper. "I sometimes think that I am not cut out for this life either," he softly admitted. "Frankly, I have no idea what Cauldron saw in me to actually accept my love proposal. I am just a fighter without a leader."
Without a word, she turns her muzzle and both eyes to Iron. She stares at him, with sad green eyes in silence for an extended period of time.
Iron soon used his other hoof to cup Sands' cheek, staring at her with a fond smile on his lips. "Perhaps it was fate that tied us together," he presumed. "Both lost souls trying to adapt to both our home's wants and the world we are unequipped to deal with."
She blinks, as her face is turned to his. Her lips pull up, and it seems she begins to smile.
"It would seem we are meant to be together," Iron further assumed as the foreleg wrapped around his shoulders soon pivoted towards her mane, giving it long strokes. "Help eachother out and overcome the circumstances we have been thrusted into, voluntarily or otherwise."
She smiles now a bit more warmly. Her mane is long, and has a few tangles. She moves her neck back so Iron can more easily stroke it.
“For what it’s worth, I think my mother would find you acceptable.”
Iron couldn't help but chuckle softly at the remark, soon nuzzling her neck with a happy smile. "I will take that as a compliment," he answered in kind, happy to please.
She lets him nuzzle her neck, stretching it out slightly. Her fur is fine, long, and a snow white, soft to the touch. Her eyes close on her smiling face.
Iron breathed out contently, simply basking in the smooth texture he has sunk his muzzle into, "Rest assured," he prefaced amidst the coat around his mouth "I will not rest until you can make your mother proud to have me around."
want to have me around?" She asks
"Despite the bumpy trail we have treaded," Iron admitted with a sheepish smile "I do admit I would miss you if you happen to flee. Both body and
He accentuated his last sentence by pulling out of her neck in order to plant a small peck on the tip of her snout.
She closes her eyes, and moves her muzzle back in a flinch at the peck.
She smiles, and raises her left hoof up, then lowers it back down.
Iron smiled back with a small tilt of his head, feeling what Sands did had some sort of meaning he didn't get.
She leans forward, and with her muzzle, nuzzles Iron's cheek, and then his neck.
Being unaccostumed to being the nuzzled rather than the nuzzler, Iron couldn't help but flinch in surprise yet kept himself steady with an uneasy, embarrassed smile on his face.
She moves her head back, and looks at Iron with a someone toothy smile.
Iron couldn't help but chuckle to shake off his flustered self. "S-sorry," he stammered out "I am not used to that."
She turns her head down and away, but focuses her eyes on Iron in a playful manner.
Iron, thinking he was taking the bait, gives Sands a small peck on the exposed cheek she allowed.
Iron couldn't help but giggle softly, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Eye for an eye, huh?" he jokes with mild amusement and a healthy dose of embarrassment.
"I'm extra fluffy" she says, blinking to bat her eyes towards him