Anonymous3: Now This Is Just Fucked Up, I Don't Wank Myself To Something As Fucked Up As This Picture, And I Especially Don't Wank Myself To Kiddie Show Characters, Cebolla12, You Are One Sick Bastard!!!! - Pete Marsh
It was a very warm day by February's standards, the mercury hitting the high fifties. "Must be the global warming," Thomas mused. "It'll be back to ball-freezing cold in two days for sure." He puffed into Ulfstead Castle. With the Earl on vacation in Paris, it had been closed to the humans, giving the living vehicles free reign of the place.
"Hello, boyo!" Thomas smiled as Glynn, his predecessor, puffed into view. Thomas changed his position on the rails by physically clambering with his wheels as limbs; it was difficult, which was why turntables were usually used for that purpose. But eventually, both he and Glynn were facing the front.
"Hello Glynn! I came here for a rest before I need to go back to work. If we could fool around, that'd be good too, I need a release."
"Sorry boyo, but a big strapping engine like yourself would crush a little man like me," Glynn chuckled. "Besides, I'm so old that I couldn't satisfy you anyway." He opened his front phantom pocket, revealing his own penis was saggy and wrinkled.
"Ah," Thomas nodded, getting out his own. "We can still jack off together though, right?"
"That would be nice. Don't worry, I'm still getting some, Millie and Stephen are small enough for me and are good sports about it too."
"Well, THAT'S good to hear," Thomas said. "Where are they?"
"Stephen's visiting his old friends at the Railway Museum, and Millie went to help out on the Skarloey railway." Glynn sighed. "It's a shame that she's the only female narrow-gauge engine on Sodor."
"But if they want to fuck a girl, they have plenty of female coaches and trucks," Thomas pointed out.
"It's just not the same as making love to another engine, boyo."
"You're right...hey, all this talk about railway shows and female engines reminds me of when Emily first came here."
"I believe I was still asleep in those days. So I would love to hear the tale."
And this is the story that Thomas told.
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It was fifteen years earlier. Thomas was taking two branchline coaches back to Knapford from the works. "Thank you, Thomas!" the coaches chorused as Thomas set them onto a siding.
"You're welcome!" As he left, he spotted someone he hadn't seen before at the station. It was a Stirling Single, and when Thomas got close, he confirmed that they were a female. "Oh, hello there! I'm Thomas!"
"Good day ta you too, lad. My name's Emily," the newcomer replied.
"You look so young...but I thought your class only had the one in the museum left!"
"I'm a replica of her built in the 1950s in case something bad happened to her. And you might be a replica too, 'cuz I've met an E2 before and he was longer than you."
"Yeah," Thomas laughed sheepishly. "I am. My builders messed up though and made me too short."
"Ah! Thomas, it's good to see you're getting acquainted with our new friend," Sir Topham Hatt said as he approached. "Emily is right, she IS a replica. But her desire to be known as more than that led her to seeking out a new job on Sodor. She'll primarily pull local coaches on the main line, but she'll help out on branchlines too. Today, she'll be working on the Little Western for her trial run. Her own coaches are late arriving, so she'll have to borrow Annie and Clarabel until they do."
"Okay," Thomas sighed. "Just promise me that you'll be safe with them."
"Dinnae fash yourself, Tommy! My sister made sure I'm good with coaches," Emily replied. "'Tis the Stirling way after all. What're you so worried about?"
"Well, the engine who pulled them before me was a real clumsy git."
"I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW!" James shouted from somewhere.
"And before him, their engine was a real jackass. They're still healing from that."
"Ah. Well, I'll be as nice to them as I can be." And Emily left.
"Her work ethic ISN'T the only reason she's here, is she?" Thomas asked.
Hatt sighed. "No, you're right. A lot of people have been complaining that there are too many male engines on the island."
"But sir, when you take into account almost all the coaches being female, and the trucks having a 50/50 split, the gender ratio of this island's live vehicles comes out pretty normal!"
"I know, but they didn't listen. It was really difficult finding female engines with the spirit we need, but hopefully Emily will pacify them. What about you?"
"Well," Thomas said thoughtfully, "it'll be a nice change. Half the guys on the island that I've fucked I'll never fuck again. Looking at YOU, James!"
"I never get a break, do I?" James muttered.
"And of the girls, Mavis is too busy, and Daisy...can engines get STD's? Anyway, I think Emily is a fine addition to the fleet."
"Always thinking about sex, aren't you?" Hatt chuckled.
"I'm a live vehicle, when AREN'T I?"
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A bit later Emily had finished her trial run and was idling at Arlesburgh. "Well lassies, yon island be a fine place and I think I'm gonna like it here."
"Thank you!" Annie said happily. "Now, are you ready for your...initiation?"
"Fuck yes." Emily opened her phantom pockets, releasing her breasts and ass, the coaches . "Have you two slept with each other?"
"Certainly not!" Annie replied. "We HAVE made out a few times, yes, but we are NOT doing any more than that!"
"Incest is NOT something we do on Sodor," Clarabel added.
"Just checkin', me either, I just want to know any fetishes you might have."
"Really?"
"Aye. I've done lotsa kinky stuff. Nipple-fucks, bukkake, I even had a lad jerk it onto ma wheels."
Annie looked at Emily's rear. "Dearie, your vagina looks a bit red."
"I know, I got gangbanged as a goodbye gift before I left the museum. I'm still a little sore there."
"Then I guess it's a good thing that we can't shit," Annie murmured before proceeding to rim Emily. Clarabel meanwhile got in front of Emily and suckled her tits. Emily did the same.
This new island really WAS amazing.
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"Very nice and hot, boyo," Glynn said in the present. He and Thomas were fully erect now. "But how do you know about that if you weren't there?"
"Annie and Clarabel told me the details later! And speaking of later..."
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Thomas and Emily were in a shed by themselves, talking about how they wanted to see the world. Thomas had never had someone who shared that burning desire, but Emily did. Fuck, this girl was truly excellent.
"You know, Tommy, I uh, slept with yon coaches earlier," Emily said.
"They asked?"
"Of course, lad!"
"Heh, just making sure."
"So...now I've fucked the island's girls...but I've yet to fuck its boys."
Thomas blushed. "Y-you want to have sex with ME?"
"Sure I do. You're sweet, you're a dork. You're you." And right there, they kissed. Their kissing grew heavier, and soon their pockets were open.
"Thomas, dearie, have you ever fucked an ass before?" Emily asked.
"Well, Percy's and Edward's a few times, and Annie's and Clarabel's too. The big engines say that tank engines are only good at being bottoms though."
"Ach, thass wrong. I'd like you to do mine, 'cuz mah vadge's a bit sore."
"Okay!" Emily turned herself around and Thomas gently pushed into her anus. Emily blushed and bit her lip. It felt so good!
And they fucked that way for a good twenty minutes before they both came. After pulling out of her, Thomas panted. "You're definitely my favorite."
"Thanks, Tommy. You too."
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"Eventually Emily's twat DID heal up, but anal sex has still always been special for us," Thomas said. "Fuck, I am ready to CUM!"
"Me too, boyo!" Glynn agreed. "But where are we doing it?"
"How 'bout mah tits?" Emily had arrived while Thomas was distracted with his story. Her front pocket was open, her nipples perky in the slightly cold air.
"Sounds good!" Glynn groaned, before cumming. Thomas let out a much bigger burst not long after. Emily smiled as the semen splattered onto her breasts.
"Well Thomas, this was a good bout! Thanks for helping out." And then Glynn left.
Emily chuckled. "Our story always IS a favorite, isn't it?"
"Yep!" Thomas agreed. "And I've still got more time to kill and sperm to shoot!"
Emily smiled and turned around, her ass out too. And until it was time for Thomas to go, he made sure to fuck her lovely ass to nonexistent hell and back.
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Anonymous5: **Setting:** A cozy bedroom with dim lighting, adorned with candles and soft music playing in the background.
**Characters:**
- Emily Patricia Sterling: A stunning green-eyed beauty with long raven hair, fair skin, and a petite frame. She is passionate and sensual.
- Thomas Brighton Billington: Emily's boyfriend, a tall and muscular man with warm brown eyes and sandy blonde hair. He is affectionate and adores Emily.
**Full Conversation:**
*In the intimate setting, Emily and Thomas lie entwined on the bed, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. The soft sheets accentuate the warmth of their skin, creating a cocoon of desire.*
Emily: *Moans softly, her breath catching as Thomas's lips find her neck, sending shivers down her spine.* Oh, Thomas...
Thomas: *His voice is deep and husky, filled with desire as he pulls back to look into her eyes.* You're breathtaking, my love. I can't get enough of you.
*Emily's green eyes sparkle with love and desire as she runs her fingers through Thomas's hair, pulling him closer for a deep, lingering kiss. Their lips move in perfect harmony, tasting each other's sweetness.*
Emily: *Breathlessly, she speaks between kisses.* I love the way you make me feel, Thomas. It's like...like my body is alive with electricity.
Thomas: *Smiles against her lips, his hands gently caressing Emily's waist, slowly moving upwards.* And I love every inch of you, my raven-haired beauty. Your skin is so soft, like silk.
*As Thomas's hands reach her breasts, Emily arches her back slightly, offering herself to him. He cups her breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, causing her to gasp.*
Emily: Oh, yes...right there...*She bites her lower lip, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washes over her.*
Thomas: *Thomas leans down, capturing one hardened peak in his warm mouth, sucking gently. His free hand travels down her body, tracing patterns on her smooth skin.* You're so responsive, my love. I want to give you all the pleasure in the world.
Emily: *Her hands find Thomas's strong shoulders, nails gently digging into his skin as the sensations intensify.* Thomas, please...I need more...
*Thomas's kisses travel down her body, leaving a trail of fire. He worships her with his lips and tongue, exploring every inch of her soft skin. Emily's moans fill the room, each sound encouraging Thomas to continue his sensual assault.*
Thomas: *In between kisses, he speaks softly.* Tell me what you want, Emily. I'll give you anything.
Emily: *Her voice is laced with desire and urgency.* I want you...inside me...now.
*With purpose, Thomas positions himself between her thighs, his eyes seeking her approval. Emily nods, her hands guiding him as he enters her slowly, their bodies uniting in a rhythmic dance.*
*As they move together, their moans and whispers fill the air, creating a symphony of pleasure. The candlelight flickers, casting shadows on the walls, highlighting the beauty of their passionate union.*
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FADE IN:
INT. THE SHED HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
The camera pans through the cluttered living room of an old, ramshackle house. Sunlight filters through the dusty windows, casting a warm glow on the disarray of furniture and half-finished art projects. The walls are adorned with band posters and stickers, hinting at the couple's shared love for music.
EMILY (late 20s, green hair, piercings) is at her makeshift art table, meticulously sketching a detailed portrait of a raven. Her eyes are focused, her hand steady. The room is filled with the comforting sounds of a vinyl record playing in the background, the needle gliding over the grooves.
THOMAS (late 20s, scruffy beard, tattoos) walks in, carrying a steaming cup of coffee. He sets it down next to her without a word, his eyes lingering on her work.
THOMAS
(softly)
Looks like you're channeling your inner Poe today, love.
EMILY
(smiling)
It's the only muse I need.
Thomas leans over to kiss her cheek, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her spine. Their eyes meet, and the chemistry between them is palpable.
THOMAS
(whispers)
I've got a better muse for you, right here.
Emily's cheeks flush as she sets her pencil down, her heart racing. They share a knowing smile.
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INT. THE SHED HOUSE - THEIR BEDROOM - LATER
The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Thomas and Emily are lying on their bed, fully clothed, but their bodies are close. The bed is unmade, with the smell of stale cigarettes and patchouli faintly lingering.
Thomas reaches out to gently stroke Emily's hair, his thumb tracing the curve of her ear. She nuzzles closer, inhaling his scent. They begin to kiss, slowly at first, then with increasing passion.
THOMAS
(whispers)
You know what I want.
EMILY
(whispers)
And you know what I want.
Their hands begin to wander, exploring each other's bodies through their clothes. The tension builds as buttons are unbuttoned, and zippers are unzipped.
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INT. THE SHED HOUSE - THEIR BEDROOM - THE SAME TIME
Now partially undressed, Thomas and Emily are in a state of passionate undressing. The camera lingers on their movements, the way their bodies react to each other's touch.
THOMAS
(whispers)
I've been thinking about this all day.
EMILY
(whispers)
Me too.
Thomas cups Emily's breasts, squeezing gently. She gasps into his mouth, her body responding instinctively.
EMILY
(moaning)
Thomas...
Their kisses become more urgent, their breathing heavier. The sound of their bodies moving against each other fills the room.
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INT. THE SHED HOUSE - THEIR BEDROOM - STILL THE SAME TIME
Their clothes are discarded on the floor, and the couple is now fully engaged in stationary sex. They move together in a rhythm that's become familiar over the years.
Thomas holds Emily's breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples as she arches her back. Emily's nails dig into his shoulders, leaving small half-moons in his skin.
EMILY
(moaning)
Harder, baby.
Thomas obliges, his grip tightening as their bodies become slick with sweat. The mattress squeaks under their weight, adding to the symphony of their intimate noises.
Thomas, a lanky 17-year-old with shaggy brown hair and piercing blue eyes, walks through the door of his Tidmouth apartment, his school backpack slung over one shoulder. The room is dimly lit by the flicker of the TV, playing a muted sitcom in the background. The apartment is small but cozy, with posters of indie rock bands and a few potted plants scattered around, giving it a lived-in feel.
THOMAS: (mumbling to himself)
Hmph. Forgot to lock the door again.
He kicks off his shoes, drops his backpack by the door, and heads into the living room.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONT'D
Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, and Thomas jumps.
EMILY: (giggling)
Boo!
Thomas's heart races before he realizes it's his 16-year-old girlfriend, Emily. She's petite, with a pixie cut and a devilish smirk that lights up the room.
THOMAS: (sighing with relief)
Jesus, Em. You scared the shit out of me.
EMILY: (playfully)
That's what you get for not expecting me!
THOMAS: (smiling)
You're right. I'm just not used to coming home to an open door.
EMILY: (winking)
Well, I have a key, remember?
They share a kiss, full of the passion and excitement of young love.
THOMAS: (smiling)
So, what's the surprise?
EMILY: (mischievously)
It's something that'll make you howl at the moon!
Thomas rolls his eyes playfully, and Emily takes his hand, leading him to the bedroom.
INT. BEDROOM - CONT'D
The room is illuminated by the soft glow of a string of fairy lights hanging above the bed. Emily sits on the edge of the bed, her back to Thomas, and drops her pants.
THOMAS: (shocked)
Emily! What the...?
EMILY: (turning, panties around her ankles)
Like what you see?
Thomas's eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him.
THOMAS: (stunned)
Your...your...
EMILY: (interrupting)
Vagina? Yes, Thomas. That's what it's called. And it's all yours for the night.
EMILY: (grinning)
Thanks to Daisy's little secret. She knows how to keep a girl happy.
Thomas nods, understanding her cryptic remark about Daisy, the local aesthetician who's known for her discretion. He approaches the bed, his heart racing.
THOMAS: (whispering)
What do you want me to do?
EMILY: (turning to face him, now fully naked)
Exactly what you've been dreaming of.
Thomas takes a deep breath and gets on the bed, eager to explore the surprise Emily has in store.
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INT. BEDROOM - LATER
The couple is in the throes of passion, their bodies tangled in the sheets. Thomas is on his knees, worshiping Emily's body with his tongue, her moans filling the air.
EMILY: (breathless)
Oh, yes, Thomas. That's it. That's so good.
Thomas's eyes are filled with love and lust as he continues to pleasure her.
THOMAS: (determined)
I want to make you feel amazing, Em.
EMILY: (panting)
You already do...
Thomas's eyes widen with excitement as he feels her body tense up.
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INT. BEDROOM - EVEN LAT
Thomas's eyes never leave Emily's face as he feels her climax building, her body trembling beneath his touch. The moment is electric, the tension palpable. He can almost taste the sweetness of her excitement.
EMILY: (whispering)
Now, Thomas. Now!
Thomas obliges, shoving himself into her with a fervor that matches her own. The suddenness of it makes her gasp, her eyes rolling back in her head.
EMILY: (screaming)
THOMAS!
Their rhythm is fast and furious, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The bed creaks in protest under their combined weight, the headboard thumping against the wall in time with their passionate dance.
THOMAS: (grunting)
You're so tight, Emily.
EMILY: (moaning)
I'm all yours, Tommy...
Their cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as they reach for each other, fingers digging into skin. The TV in the background is forgotten, a mere white noise to their symphony of love.
INT. BEDROOM - TEN MINUTES LATER
They lay side by side, both panting and sweaty, their bodies glowing in the dim light. Thomas runs his hand through Emily's hair, tracing patterns on her bare shoulder.
THOMAS: (smiling)
Best surprise ever.
EMILY: (smiling back)
Glad you liked it.
Thomas leans in for a gentle kiss, their bodies still humming from their recent union.
THOMAS: (whispering)
What's next?
EMILY: (slyly)
Well, since you liked that so much...
She reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a small, velvety box. Thomas's eyes widen in disbelief.
THOMAS: (breathless)
What's that?
EMILY: (opening the box)
It's a little something I picked up.
Inside the box is a set of handcuffs and a blindfold. Thomas's heart skips a beat, his eyes flickering between the items and Emily's mischievous gaze.
THOMAS: (nervously)
Are we...are we going to...?
EMILY: (nodding)
Oh yes, Thomas. We're going to explore all the naughty little things you've been dreaming about.
Thomas's mind races with the possibilities as Emily takes his hand and places it on her chest, her heart beating rapidly.
EMILY: (whispering)
But first, we need to set some rules. Safety words, boundaries...
Thomas nods eagerly, his pulse quickening at the thought of the wild night ahead.
INT. BEDROOM - LATER
The fairy lights cast a soft glow on the couple as they begin to play with the new toys. Emily puts on the blindfold, trusting Thomas implicitly.
EMILY: (whispering)
Now, Thomas...make me feel alive.
Thomas's hands shake slightly as he takes the handcuffs, clicking one around her wrist and securing it to the headboard.
THOMAS: (swallows hard)
Ready?
EMILY: (smiling)
Always.
Thomas runs his hand down her body, feeling every curve, every inch of her smooth skin. He leans in and kisses her neck, her breath hitching in response.
EMILY: (moaning)
Please, Thomas...
He obliges, his mouth moving lower, exploring her body with a hunger that's both new and familiar. The handcuffs clink softly as she arches her back, her body responding to his touch.
THOMAS: (whispering)
You're so beautiful.
EMILY: (moaning)
And you're mine...
Their exploration continues, each touch, each kiss, each whispered word driving them further into a realm of pleasure they never knew existed.
INT. BEDROOM - MUCH LATER
The room is silent except for their heavy breaths and the soft rustle of fabric as they both strip down to nothing. Thomas's eyes wander over Emily's body, taking in every curve and freckle, as if he's seeing her for the first time. His cock is already standing at attention, eager to continue their earlier passion.
EMILY: (smiling)
Now, Thomas. Get those clothes off.
Thomas's hands fumble with his belt and buttons, his excitement making his movements clumsy. Finally, he stands before her, naked and exposed.
THOMAS: (swallows hard)
Okay, I'm...ready.
EMILY: (sliding closer)
Good. Now, let's make this night unforgettable.
They kiss again, this time with a newfound urgency. Emily's hand reaches down, wrapping around Thomas's erection, stroking it gently.
THOMAS: (moaning)
Em...
EMILY: (whispering)
Shh...just feel.
Their kiss deepens as Emily guides Thomas back onto the bed. She straddles him, her slick folds pressing against his shaft. She slides down, taking him in inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his.
EMILY: (moaning)
Oh, God, Thomas...
THOMAS: (grunts)
Em...you're...so...
Their rhythm starts off slow, their bodies moving together as if they've done this a thousand times before. But there's an intensity in their movements now, a desperation that wasn't there before.
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INT. BEDROOM - CONT'D
Thomas's hands roam over Emily's body, exploring every inch of her as she rides him. She leans down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she kisses him deeply.
EMILY: (whispers)
You're mine, Thomas.
THOMAS: (breathless)
Always, Em.
They continue like this for what feels like hours, their bodies moving in a symphony of passion. Each touch, each kiss, each thrust feels like a declaration of love and ownership.
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INT. BEDROOM - LATER
The handcuffs come into play, as does the blindfold. Emily's wrists are secured to the bedpost, leaving her at Thomas's mercy. He kisses along her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin gently.
It was a very warm day by February's standards, the mercury hitting the high fifties. "Must be the global warming," Thomas mused. "It'll be back to ball-freezing cold in two days for sure." He puffed into Ulfstead Castle. With the Earl on vacation in Paris, it had been closed to the humans, giving the living vehicles free reign of the place.
"Hello, boyo!" Thomas smiled as Glynn, his predecessor, puffed into view. Thomas changed his position on the rails by physically clambering with his wheels as limbs; it was difficult, which was why turntables were usually used for that purpose. But eventually, both he and Glynn were facing the front.
"Hello Glynn! I came here for a rest before I need to go back to work. If we could fool around, that'd be good too, I need a release."
"Sorry boyo, but a big strapping engine like yourself would crush a little man like me," Glynn chuckled. "Besides, I'm so old that I couldn't satisfy you anyway." He opened his front phantom pocket, revealing his own penis was saggy and wrinkled.
"Ah," Thomas nodded, getting out his own. "We can still jack off together though, right?"
"That would be nice. Don't worry, I'm still getting some, Millie and Stephen are small enough for me and are good sports about it too."
"Well, THAT'S good to hear," Thomas said. "Where are they?"
"Stephen's visiting his old friends at the Railway Museum, and Millie went to help out on the Skarloey railway." Glynn sighed. "It's a shame that she's the only female narrow-gauge engine on Sodor."
"But if they want to fuck a girl, they have plenty of female coaches and trucks," Thomas pointed out.
"It's just not the same as making love to another engine, boyo."
"You're right...hey, all this talk about railway shows and female engines reminds me of when Emily first came here."
"I believe I was still asleep in those days. So I would love to hear the tale."
And this is the story that Thomas told.
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It was fifteen years earlier. Thomas was taking two branchline coaches back to Knapford from the works. "Thank you, Thomas!" the coaches chorused as Thomas set them onto a siding.
"You're welcome!" As he left, he spotted someone he hadn't seen before at the station. It was a Stirling Single, and when Thomas got close, he confirmed that they were a female. "Oh, hello there! I'm Thomas!"
"Good day ta you too, lad. My name's Emily," the newcomer replied.
"You look so young...but I thought your class only had the one in the museum left!"
"I'm a replica of her built in the 1950s in case something bad happened to her. And you might be a replica too, 'cuz I've met an E2 before and he was longer than you."
"Yeah," Thomas laughed sheepishly. "I am. My builders messed up though and made me too short."
"Ah! Thomas, it's good to see you're getting acquainted with our new friend," Sir Topham Hatt said as he approached. "Emily is right, she IS a replica. But her desire to be known as more than that led her to seeking out a new job on Sodor. She'll primarily pull local coaches on the main line, but she'll help out on branchlines too. Today, she'll be working on the Little Western for her trial run. Her own coaches are late arriving, so she'll have to borrow Annie and Clarabel until they do."
"Okay," Thomas sighed. "Just promise me that you'll be safe with them."
"Dinnae fash yourself, Tommy! My sister made sure I'm good with coaches," Emily replied. "'Tis the Stirling way after all. What're you so worried about?"
"Well, the engine who pulled them before me was a real clumsy git."
"I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW!" James shouted from somewhere.
"And before him, their engine was a real jackass. They're still healing from that."
"Ah. Well, I'll be as nice to them as I can be." And Emily left.
"Her work ethic ISN'T the only reason she's here, is she?" Thomas asked.
Hatt sighed. "No, you're right. A lot of people have been complaining that there are too many male engines on the island."
"But sir, when you take into account almost all the coaches being female, and the trucks having a 50/50 split, the gender ratio of this island's live vehicles comes out pretty normal!"
"I know, but they didn't listen. It was really difficult finding female engines with the spirit we need, but hopefully Emily will pacify them. What about you?"
"Well," Thomas said thoughtfully, "it'll be a nice change. Half the guys on the island that I've fucked I'll never fuck again. Looking at YOU, James!"
"I never get a break, do I?" James muttered.
"And of the girls, Mavis is too busy, and Daisy...can engines get STD's? Anyway, I think Emily is a fine addition to the fleet."
"Always thinking about sex, aren't you?" Hatt chuckled.
"I'm a live vehicle, when AREN'T I?"
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A bit later Emily had finished her trial run and was idling at Arlesburgh. "Well lassies, yon island be a fine place and I think I'm gonna like it here."
"Thank you!" Annie said happily. "Now, are you ready for your...initiation?"
"Fuck yes." Emily opened her phantom pockets, releasing her breasts and ass, the coaches . "Have you two slept with each other?"
"Certainly not!" Annie replied. "We HAVE made out a few times, yes, but we are NOT doing any more than that!"
"Incest is NOT something we do on Sodor," Clarabel added.
"Just checkin', me either, I just want to know any fetishes you might have."
"Really?"
"Aye. I've done lotsa kinky stuff. Nipple-fucks, bukkake, I even had a lad jerk it onto ma wheels."
Annie looked at Emily's rear. "Dearie, your vagina looks a bit red."
"I know, I got gangbanged as a goodbye gift before I left the museum. I'm still a little sore there."
"Then I guess it's a good thing that we can't shit," Annie murmured before proceeding to rim Emily. Clarabel meanwhile got in front of Emily and suckled her tits. Emily did the same.
This new island really WAS amazing.
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"Very nice and hot, boyo," Glynn said in the present. He and Thomas were fully erect now. "But how do you know about that if you weren't there?"
"Annie and Clarabel told me the details later! And speaking of later..."
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Thomas and Emily were in a shed by themselves, talking about how they wanted to see the world. Thomas had never had someone who shared that burning desire, but Emily did. Fuck, this girl was truly excellent.
"You know, Tommy, I uh, slept with yon coaches earlier," Emily said.
"They asked?"
"Of course, lad!"
"Heh, just making sure."
"So...now I've fucked the island's girls...but I've yet to fuck its boys."
Thomas blushed. "Y-you want to have sex with ME?"
"Sure I do. You're sweet, you're a dork. You're you." And right there, they kissed. Their kissing grew heavier, and soon their pockets were open.
"Thomas, dearie, have you ever fucked an ass before?" Emily asked.
"Well, Percy's and Edward's a few times, and Annie's and Clarabel's too. The big engines say that tank engines are only good at being bottoms though."
"Ach, thass wrong. I'd like you to do mine, 'cuz mah vadge's a bit sore."
"Okay!" Emily turned herself around and Thomas gently pushed into her anus. Emily blushed and bit her lip. It felt so good!
And they fucked that way for a good twenty minutes before they both came. After pulling out of her, Thomas panted. "You're definitely my favorite."
"Thanks, Tommy. You too."
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"Eventually Emily's twat DID heal up, but anal sex has still always been special for us," Thomas said. "Fuck, I am ready to CUM!"
"Me too, boyo!" Glynn agreed. "But where are we doing it?"
"How 'bout mah tits?" Emily had arrived while Thomas was distracted with his story. Her front pocket was open, her nipples perky in the slightly cold air.
"Sounds good!" Glynn groaned, before cumming. Thomas let out a much bigger burst not long after. Emily smiled as the semen splattered onto her breasts.
"Well Thomas, this was a good bout! Thanks for helping out." And then Glynn left.
Emily chuckled. "Our story always IS a favorite, isn't it?"
"Yep!" Thomas agreed. "And I've still got more time to kill and sperm to shoot!"
Emily smiled and turned around, her ass out too. And until it was time for Thomas to go, he made sure to fuck her lovely ass to nonexistent hell and back.
THE END.
**Characters:**
- Emily Patricia Sterling: A stunning green-eyed beauty with long raven hair, fair skin, and a petite frame. She is passionate and sensual.
- Thomas Brighton Billington: Emily's boyfriend, a tall and muscular man with warm brown eyes and sandy blonde hair. He is affectionate and adores Emily.
**Full Conversation:**
*In the intimate setting, Emily and Thomas lie entwined on the bed, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. The soft sheets accentuate the warmth of their skin, creating a cocoon of desire.*
Emily: *Moans softly, her breath catching as Thomas's lips find her neck, sending shivers down her spine.* Oh, Thomas...
Thomas: *His voice is deep and husky, filled with desire as he pulls back to look into her eyes.* You're breathtaking, my love. I can't get enough of you.
*Emily's green eyes sparkle with love and desire as she runs her fingers through Thomas's hair, pulling him closer for a deep, lingering kiss. Their lips move in perfect harmony, tasting each other's sweetness.*
Emily: *Breathlessly, she speaks between kisses.* I love the way you make me feel, Thomas. It's like...like my body is alive with electricity.
Thomas: *Smiles against her lips, his hands gently caressing Emily's waist, slowly moving upwards.* And I love every inch of you, my raven-haired beauty. Your skin is so soft, like silk.
*As Thomas's hands reach her breasts, Emily arches her back slightly, offering herself to him. He cups her breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, causing her to gasp.*
Emily: Oh, yes...right there...*She bites her lower lip, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washes over her.*
Thomas: *Thomas leans down, capturing one hardened peak in his warm mouth, sucking gently. His free hand travels down her body, tracing patterns on her smooth skin.* You're so responsive, my love. I want to give you all the pleasure in the world.
Emily: *Her hands find Thomas's strong shoulders, nails gently digging into his skin as the sensations intensify.* Thomas, please...I need more...
*Thomas's kisses travel down her body, leaving a trail of fire. He worships her with his lips and tongue, exploring every inch of her soft skin. Emily's moans fill the room, each sound encouraging Thomas to continue his sensual assault.*
Thomas: *In between kisses, he speaks softly.* Tell me what you want, Emily. I'll give you anything.
Emily: *Her voice is laced with desire and urgency.* I want you...inside me...now.
*With purpose, Thomas positions himself between her thighs, his eyes seeking her approval. Emily nods, her hands guiding him as he enters her slowly, their bodies uniting in a rhythmic dance.*
*As they move together, their moans and whispers fill the air, creating a symphony of pleasure. The candlelight flickers, casting shadows on the walls, highlighting the beauty of their passionate union.*
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FADE IN:
INT. THE SHED HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
The camera pans through the cluttered living room of an old, ramshackle house. Sunlight filters through the dusty windows, casting a warm glow on the disarray of furniture and half-finished art projects. The walls are adorned with band posters and stickers, hinting at the couple's shared love for music.
EMILY (late 20s, green hair, piercings) is at her makeshift art table, meticulously sketching a detailed portrait of a raven. Her eyes are focused, her hand steady. The room is filled with the comforting sounds of a vinyl record playing in the background, the needle gliding over the grooves.
THOMAS (late 20s, scruffy beard, tattoos) walks in, carrying a steaming cup of coffee. He sets it down next to her without a word, his eyes lingering on her work.
THOMAS
(softly)
Looks like you're channeling your inner Poe today, love.
EMILY
(smiling)
It's the only muse I need.
Thomas leans over to kiss her cheek, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her spine. Their eyes meet, and the chemistry between them is palpable.
THOMAS
(whispers)
I've got a better muse for you, right here.
Emily's cheeks flush as she sets her pencil down, her heart racing. They share a knowing smile.
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INT. THE SHED HOUSE - THEIR BEDROOM - LATER
The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Thomas and Emily are lying on their bed, fully clothed, but their bodies are close. The bed is unmade, with the smell of stale cigarettes and patchouli faintly lingering.
Thomas reaches out to gently stroke Emily's hair, his thumb tracing the curve of her ear. She nuzzles closer, inhaling his scent. They begin to kiss, slowly at first, then with increasing passion.
THOMAS
(whispers)
You know what I want.
EMILY
(whispers)
And you know what I want.
Their hands begin to wander, exploring each other's bodies through their clothes. The tension builds as buttons are unbuttoned, and zippers are unzipped.
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INT. THE SHED HOUSE - THEIR BEDROOM - THE SAME TIME
Now partially undressed, Thomas and Emily are in a state of passionate undressing. The camera lingers on their movements, the way their bodies react to each other's touch.
THOMAS
(whispers)
I've been thinking about this all day.
EMILY
(whispers)
Me too.
Thomas cups Emily's breasts, squeezing gently. She gasps into his mouth, her body responding instinctively.
EMILY
(moaning)
Thomas...
Their kisses become more urgent, their breathing heavier. The sound of their bodies moving against each other fills the room.
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INT. THE SHED HOUSE - THEIR BEDROOM - STILL THE SAME TIME
Their clothes are discarded on the floor, and the couple is now fully engaged in stationary sex. They move together in a rhythm that's become familiar over the years.
Thomas holds Emily's breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples as she arches her back. Emily's nails dig into his shoulders, leaving small half-moons in his skin.
EMILY
(moaning)
Harder, baby.
Thomas obliges, his grip tightening as their bodies become slick with sweat. The mattress squeaks under their weight, adding to the symphony of their intimate noises.
INT. THOMAS'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Thomas, a lanky 17-year-old with shaggy brown hair and piercing blue eyes, walks through the door of his Tidmouth apartment, his school backpack slung over one shoulder. The room is dimly lit by the flicker of the TV, playing a muted sitcom in the background. The apartment is small but cozy, with posters of indie rock bands and a few potted plants scattered around, giving it a lived-in feel.
THOMAS: (mumbling to himself)
Hmph. Forgot to lock the door again.
He kicks off his shoes, drops his backpack by the door, and heads into the living room.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONT'D
Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, and Thomas jumps.
EMILY: (giggling)
Boo!
Thomas's heart races before he realizes it's his 16-year-old girlfriend, Emily. She's petite, with a pixie cut and a devilish smirk that lights up the room.
THOMAS: (sighing with relief)
Jesus, Em. You scared the shit out of me.
EMILY: (playfully)
That's what you get for not expecting me!
THOMAS: (smiling)
You're right. I'm just not used to coming home to an open door.
EMILY: (winking)
Well, I have a key, remember?
They share a kiss, full of the passion and excitement of young love.
THOMAS: (smiling)
So, what's the surprise?
EMILY: (mischievously)
It's something that'll make you howl at the moon!
Thomas rolls his eyes playfully, and Emily takes his hand, leading him to the bedroom.
INT. BEDROOM - CONT'D
The room is illuminated by the soft glow of a string of fairy lights hanging above the bed. Emily sits on the edge of the bed, her back to Thomas, and drops her pants.
THOMAS: (shocked)
Emily! What the...?
EMILY: (turning, panties around her ankles)
Like what you see?
Thomas's eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him.
THOMAS: (stunned)
Your...your...
EMILY: (interrupting)
Vagina? Yes, Thomas. That's what it's called. And it's all yours for the night.
THOMAS: (swallows hard)
It's just...it's so...perfect.
EMILY: (grinning)
Thanks to Daisy's little secret. She knows how to keep a girl happy.
Thomas nods, understanding her cryptic remark about Daisy, the local aesthetician who's known for her discretion. He approaches the bed, his heart racing.
THOMAS: (whispering)
What do you want me to do?
EMILY: (turning to face him, now fully naked)
Exactly what you've been dreaming of.
Thomas takes a deep breath and gets on the bed, eager to explore the surprise Emily has in store.
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INT. BEDROOM - LATER
The couple is in the throes of passion, their bodies tangled in the sheets. Thomas is on his knees, worshiping Emily's body with his tongue, her moans filling the air.
EMILY: (breathless)
Oh, yes, Thomas. That's it. That's so good.
Thomas's eyes are filled with love and lust as he continues to pleasure her.
THOMAS: (determined)
I want to make you feel amazing, Em.
EMILY: (panting)
You already do...
Thomas's eyes widen with excitement as he feels her body tense up.
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INT. BEDROOM - EVEN LAT
Thomas's eyes never leave Emily's face as he feels her climax building, her body trembling beneath his touch. The moment is electric, the tension palpable. He can almost taste the sweetness of her excitement.
EMILY: (whispering)
Now, Thomas. Now!
Thomas obliges, shoving himself into her with a fervor that matches her own. The suddenness of it makes her gasp, her eyes rolling back in her head.
EMILY: (screaming)
THOMAS!
Their rhythm is fast and furious, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The bed creaks in protest under their combined weight, the headboard thumping against the wall in time with their passionate dance.
THOMAS: (grunting)
You're so tight, Emily.
EMILY: (moaning)
I'm all yours, Tommy...
Their cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as they reach for each other, fingers digging into skin. The TV in the background is forgotten, a mere white noise to their symphony of love.
INT. BEDROOM - TEN MINUTES LATER
They lay side by side, both panting and sweaty, their bodies glowing in the dim light. Thomas runs his hand through Emily's hair, tracing patterns on her bare shoulder.
THOMAS: (smiling)
Best surprise ever.
EMILY: (smiling back)
Glad you liked it.
Thomas leans in for a gentle kiss, their bodies still humming from their recent union.
THOMAS: (whispering)
What's next?
EMILY: (slyly)
Well, since you liked that so much...
She reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a small, velvety box. Thomas's eyes widen in disbelief.
THOMAS: (breathless)
What's that?
EMILY: (opening the box)
It's a little something I picked up.
Inside the box is a set of handcuffs and a blindfold. Thomas's heart skips a beat, his eyes flickering between the items and Emily's mischievous gaze.
THOMAS: (nervously)
Are we...are we going to...?
EMILY: (nodding)
Oh yes, Thomas. We're going to explore all the naughty little things you've been dreaming about.
Thomas's mind races with the possibilities as Emily takes his hand and places it on her chest, her heart beating rapidly.
EMILY: (whispering)
But first, we need to set some rules. Safety words, boundaries...
Thomas nods eagerly, his pulse quickening at the thought of the wild night ahead.
INT. BEDROOM - LATER
The fairy lights cast a soft glow on the couple as they begin to play with the new toys. Emily puts on the blindfold, trusting Thomas implicitly.
EMILY: (whispering)
Now, Thomas...make me feel alive.
Thomas's hands shake slightly as he takes the handcuffs, clicking one around her wrist and securing it to the headboard.
THOMAS: (swallows hard)
Ready?
EMILY: (smiling)
Always.
Thomas runs his hand down her body, feeling every curve, every inch of her smooth skin. He leans in and kisses her neck, her breath hitching in response.
EMILY: (moaning)
Please, Thomas...
He obliges, his mouth moving lower, exploring her body with a hunger that's both new and familiar. The handcuffs clink softly as she arches her back, her body responding to his touch.
THOMAS: (whispering)
You're so beautiful.
EMILY: (moaning)
And you're mine...
Their exploration continues, each touch, each kiss, each whispered word driving them further into a realm of pleasure they never knew existed.
INT. BEDROOM - MUCH LATER
The room is silent except for their heavy breaths and the soft rustle of fabric as they both strip down to nothing. Thomas's eyes wander over Emily's body, taking in every curve and freckle, as if he's seeing her for the first time. His cock is already standing at attention, eager to continue their earlier passion.
EMILY: (smiling)
Now, Thomas. Get those clothes off.
Thomas's hands fumble with his belt and buttons, his excitement making his movements clumsy. Finally, he stands before her, naked and exposed.
THOMAS: (swallows hard)
Okay, I'm...ready.
EMILY: (sliding closer)
Good. Now, let's make this night unforgettable.
They kiss again, this time with a newfound urgency. Emily's hand reaches down, wrapping around Thomas's erection, stroking it gently.
THOMAS: (moaning)
Em...
EMILY: (whispering)
Shh...just feel.
Their kiss deepens as Emily guides Thomas back onto the bed. She straddles him, her slick folds pressing against his shaft. She slides down, taking him in inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his.
EMILY: (moaning)
Oh, God, Thomas...
THOMAS: (grunts)
Em...you're...so...
Their rhythm starts off slow, their bodies moving together as if they've done this a thousand times before. But there's an intensity in their movements now, a desperation that wasn't there before.
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INT. BEDROOM - CONT'D
Thomas's hands roam over Emily's body, exploring every inch of her as she rides him. She leans down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she kisses him deeply.
EMILY: (whispers)
You're mine, Thomas.
THOMAS: (breathless)
Always, Em.
They continue like this for what feels like hours, their bodies moving in a symphony of passion. Each touch, each kiss, each thrust feels like a declaration of love and ownership.
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INT. BEDROOM - LATER
The handcuffs come into play, as does the blindfold. Emily's wrists are secured to the bedpost, leaving her at Thomas's mercy. He kisses along her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin gently.