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"Hey guys! Did you hear? I'm gonna be in the Great Railway Show!" Philip said excitedly to his fellow diesels.
"Good job, Philip! Which competition?" BoCo asked.
"Not in any of them, actually. But since I'm so happy that Sodor's finally going this year, I get to be our mascot!"
"Yet a REAL diesel doesn't get jack shit," Diesel growled.
"Diesel, lay off! You haven't been 'modern' since the eighties and you know it!" Diesel Ten retorted. To Philip, he smiled. "You're going places, kid. Not bad for a replica of an extinct class, eh?"
"You bet! They'll regret scrapping the A6 when I'm done, that's for certain!"
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Philip's mind was focused mainly on what his cheer would be when he heard singing by an unfamiliar voice. "What?" he asked himself. He slunk over to the source of the sound ("Slunk!") and saw something naughty.
It was Ashima, a Nilgiri Class X who'd accidentally been built standard-gauge. After a long string of mishaps she'd ended up on Sodor. Her rear pocket was out in the open as she was getting cleaned up for the show. The sight of her bare, tattooed ass made Philip blush, and he quietly ran off into a shed.
"I don't blame you, Philip," said his driver sympathetically. "She's a beaut. And there's gonna be even MORE exotic pieces of ass out there at the show!"
Philip looked down in shame. He was young compared to most of Sodor's fleet, but he'd grown up fast, and he was at the age where he was ready to lose his virginity.
Now, many of the denizens of Sodor had fetishes of some sort. Percy liked sucking cocks. Rosie liked watching engines suck their OWN cocks. Thomas was an expert at eating girls out. Annie and Clarabel liked sucking tits. Philip had even heard rumors that Lady Hatt had a foot fetish, whatever that meant. And Philip had quite a liking for asses, especially female ones.
However, he was pretty sure his own fetish would get him teased.
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"I'LL KILL YA, YA LITTLE BASTARD!" Vinnie roared. Philip shrieked as the other engines of the race desperately tried to hold back the ex-CNR U4a.
"Sheesh, are ALL American engines this big?" Henry asked Flying Scotsman, who'd been to America before.
"Not like they have a choice."
Two of the female engines, an FNM Class 200 and a DB Class 10, nodded to each other in the background.
Through some clever thinking, Thomas eventually succeeded in subduing Vinnie, and he won an honorable mention prize for good sportsmanship after keeping Ashima from hitting a derailed flatbed. The engines of the race decided to stick around for a little bit before going home (Vinnie was sent back to the US immediately, though not before getting introduced to the business end of Diesel Ten's claw).
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Philip awoke the next morning to find two visitors in his lonely Wellsworth shed. "Frieda? Gina? What are you doing here?"
"We want you to feel bet-ter from what ap-pened yesterday," Gina said softly.
"Ja, Vinnie vas und shtupid bully and is unvorthy of his class. Vhat vould his brozher zhink?" Frieda tsked.
"Oh, thanks, I guess. But how are you going to do that?"
"Ve heard of und leettle fetish you have," Frieda said as she and Gina clambered around so their rears were facing him. To Philip's surprise, their rear pockets were open.
"You know you want it," Gina purred. Philip's front pocket opened by itself, and he blushed. "Don't be frightened, young one. Fetishes are a natural part of life, and culos are among the most com-mon dings to like."
"Uh...you sure?"
"Positive," Frieda grinned. "And guess vhat? You like exotic? I am vun of only two engines in mein class to ever exist!"
"O-okay...uh, Gina, I'd like to do you first."
"Bello, young boxcab."
Philip swallowed audibly and rolled up to her. He gently inserted his cock into her anus and pushed. He came within three minutes. "I'm sorry!"
"Don't be. It is only your first time. Do not forget my oder hole dough." Philip blushed even harder and inserted himself into her vagina. He lasted a bit longer this time, cumming after four minutes.
"Kleinlokomotive, Gina may be und milf, but I have needs too," Frieda said.
"Okay! Sure! I can fuck you now!"
"ZHAT'S zhe engine ve fell for!" Philip scrambled over and fucked Frieda like he'd fucked Gina, this time lasting seven minutes each hole. Gina toyed with herself telekinetically as she watched them.
"Wow! Thanks!" he said after finishing.
Frieda turned around and kissed him. Gina did the same. Then the two ladies kissed each other, and they left the little boxcab with but one thought:
"I am a MAN now!" Philip said proudly.
THE END.
"(Vinnie was sent back to the US immediately, though not before getting introduced to the business end of Diesel Ten's claw)."