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I'm on a train with no stops. I'm sitting on the window seat, nobody is sat beside me. The carriage is noisy, but when I stop to listen I can't quite make out any details of conversation. It's just a crush of indiscernible voices. Whenever I look out the window there's something different.

A forest, mountains, an endless ocean, a busy cityscape, a river. Every single time it's different.

Across the aisle there's a kangaroo, cradling a joey in his arms, looking out the window. Beside him is another roo. She's beautiful. She looks a lot younger than him. Her hair is immaculately preserved and falls straight past her shoulders. She catches my eyes and winks, then presses her large tits together, forcing my gaze to wander down. The male roo is wearing a suit, still looking out the window. The female is naked. I stare at her nipples and feel a stirring in my underwear as she works her paws all around them, pushing them up, then squeezing them. She pinches her nipples and moans loudly. I think the male roo is going to turn at the sound, but he doesn't. I feel embarrassed suddenly, so I turn to my window.

Outside is another train running beside this one. In that train a wolf is staring out of the window parallel to mine. We examine each other's eyes until I begin to lose myself and I can't take it anymore, then I stare at my feet instead.

I want to fuck her.

The thought disgusts me in so many ways. The thought stays. I'm hard, and I have to see her again. I look up. There she is, there are those generously proportioned tits. For a moment they blind me.

When I recover, the sight of the male roo and his joey fills me with shame. What the fuck am I doing? I screw my eyes closed and lay back against the seat.

I let the darkness take over for a while, half hoping that when I open them I'll be somewhere else entirely.

There's a paw tracing a circle over the tip of my cock through the surface of my pants and my eyes spread wide in an instant. At first I think it must be the female roo, but it's not.

There's a tiger sat beside me in the aisle seat. He's naked too.

"I thought you were gay." He says, disinterested. He moves his paws to unbutton my pants. I push against him instinctively. He stops and raises his brow. "Guess not."

Am I?

Of course I am.

I relax in my seat and he unbuttons my pants and shoves a paw into my underwear, gripping my hard cock and stroking it deliberately. It feels amazing. His dick's hard too, and quite large. I lean over and suck on his tip while his paw continues to stimulate me. He lets out a growl and it sends shivers down my spine.

"Not gay, but not straight." He says. I look up to see his expression, but his paws insist I stay. I slide my muzzle back over his cock and start bobbing my head up and down. "You're neither of those. You're just easy."

He holds my head down and my member twitches in his grip. He ruts up into my muzzle in hard, short motions rhythmically, and in under a minute he's painting my throat white. He keeps cumming and cumming until I think there's no way I'll be able to keep it all in my muzzle, and then he stops. He lifts my head off of his crotch and growls.

"Swallow." He says.

I do as he tells me. He smiles, then looks behind me out of the window. He nods slowly, then frowns.

"This is my stop." He says. The train is still moving; the train doesn't have any stops.

He gets up.

"Which stop do you get off at?" He asks.

I don't have an answer. He walks off, out of the carriage.

I look out the window. There are neon signs shining out against the dim light of inner city twilight. The train is still moving.

I look back across the aisle. The family of kangaroos are no longer kangaroos, they're wolves. The male wolf is still dressed smartly, still looking out the window, still holding his baby cub. The female wolf is still nude. Now she's openly rubbing her slit with two well-practiced fingers. I'm still hard from the tiger's touch and she isn't doing anything to calm me down.

She's moaning loudly, almost howling. I shove my paw under my exposed underwear and stroke my cock. She giggles, licks the fingers she was using to pleasure her sex and winks at me again.

So that's it? I'm easy. Is that really it?

I feel ashamed all over again.

I take my paw away and stare at the ceiling. I feel a rush of air as somebody sits down beside me.

"I need you." He says.

He's a deer, stark naked, wide-eyed. I don't know what to tell him.

"I've always needed you." He says.

I can tell he believes it. He reaches out hesitantly and I take his paw.

"Fuck me." He says. Space seems to dilate. He leans against one of the seats in front of us, his back and butt in my direct line of vision. He pushes his rear out and lifts his tail. I don't want to disappoint him.

I wrestle my shoes off, then my pants, then my underwear. I'm only wearing a tee as I shove my stiff cock inside him and begin thrusting. Moments after I'm entirely nude.

Cruelly, time contracts and runs faster than possible. The sex is over as soon as I'm beginning to enjoy it. I pull out and cover his butt in my last few spurts of seed, grunting and shuddering with the force of my orgasm. He turns to me.

Space and time return to normal. We nuzzle, and then his eyes catch the window. He nods slowly and frowns.

"This is my stop." He says. The train is still moving; the train doesn't have any stops.

"You were everything I ever wanted." He says.

He starts to walk away, uncaring of his nakedness and cum covered rump.

"Aren't you coming?" He asks. I'm not sure what to say. "Oh. This isn't your stop, is it?"

He begins to cry. I'm lost for words. I sit down. He walks off and out of the carriage.

Outside the window is a gigantic room, with a plush covered floor, ceiling and walls. The only person there is an otter, one with indistinct features that I don't quite recognize. He's sat down unmoving, wearing a straitjacket. The train is still moving.

I take a moment to breathe in and out. In and out. In and out.

Across the aisle, the male wolf and cub are gone. The female wolf is splayed out across both seats, on all fours. Her plump ass and sex are on full display along with the sight of her voluptuous tits dangling underneath. Her head is turned to look at me, she watches me as my spent cock resurrects to full mast once again. She blows a kiss.

It would be so easy to go over there. To fuck her raw. She wants it. She wants me to.

I'm perfect. I'm everything she ever wanted.

I'm about to move across and fill her up, over and over again. Take her in her three best holes until she's leaking cum out of all of them. Then a figure walks in front of her. It's a cat. He sits next to me, relaxes into the seat and then turns to look at me, examining me from head to toe. He's wearing a light shirt and jeans. I'm naked.

"Aren't you going to say something?" I ask. He laughs.

"Why should I, Kale?"

The sound of my name sends a jolt through me like an electric shock.

"What do you mean? How do you know my name?"

He puts a finger to my mouth and smiles. I stop speaking. He leans forward and kisses my forehead.

"We'll get there one day," he says. My mouth hangs open. He laughs at me. "To our stops, I mean."

I hold a paw out, he takes it. He smiles at me and I smile back.

Maybe it will all work out after all. He kisses the side of my muzzle and I feel warm all over. I nuzzle into his shoulder and he strokes my hair.

We stay like that for a while. It feels like the universe is falling into place as it was always meant to.

Until...

"Oh," he says, looking out the window. He frowns. "There's my stop." The train is still moving; the train doesn't have any stops.

"So soon?"

He nods. I'm left speechless.

"I hope you find yours," he says.

He stands up.

"You can come with me if you want," he says, shrugging. I don't move. He walks off and out of the carriage.

I look out of the window, but it's all black. I can't make out a thing. I don't understand. Somehow through the pitch dark I can tell the train is still moving.

I'm crying and I don't know why.

I wipe my eyes but the tears keep flowing.

I look across the aisle and the she-wolf is still there. Now she's fully clothed, wearing a blazer, a smart white blouse and jet-black straight pants.

"Hey." I call out.

She turns to me, a distraught expression on her face as if she were watching a car crash, and she shakes her head.

I'm angry now.

"I liked you better when you made my dick hard." The words come out of my muzzle, but they're not mine. They can't be.

She puts her middle finger up at me. All of a sudden her face contorts to an expression of rage. She stands up and spits at me.

She walks off and out of the carriage.

Outside is clouds and clear blue sky. The sun shines so bright I have to look away. The train is still moving.

I get up and leave the carriage. She's not here. She's not in the next carriage either. Nor is the tiger or the deer or the cat. Nobody is here. At the side of the train, in the space between carriages, there's a monochrome door.

Instinctively, I press the button beside it and it slides open. Outside is an ever-changing stream of colors flashing in and out of existence at random. The whole rainbow represented a hundred times over in a second.

I don't know what to do. I feel paralyzed. I close my eyes. I hold my breath.

The train is still moving. I breathe out and in. Out and in. I walk through the door.

When I open my eyes, I'm falling.

Below is a vast expanse of water. It's so far down. So far. Yet I can see only blue.

All that comes to my mind is: I'm too late.