AN: M.T.A. - A subway Story is a story me and ym friend Jake came up with while we were wriding the rtain in NY C during a rainy summer yesterday. I qanted to post it here to shared the experience. The tittle stands for Massive Throbbing Arousal if you do not live in ny you will not understand the puns so don't complain if you don't get it ok! This Fic is rated "R" (like the R train lol) Shout outs to my britches Ray, Nat, and Jessi!
It was a hot wet summer day. It was raining and the people non the street scrambled into the station at Rockefeller station to get out of the wet wetness. Many people on the platform for the train, waiting for a ride on the D train. A man wrung out his shirt, sweat and rain pouring down his manly pecs and abs with abandon. A young gothick woman looked down the tunnel, panting in the heat. Her black t-shirts and fishet leggings clung wetly to her, revealing the outline of her tetttes. A man to her left stood at attention, accasionally glabcing over out of the corner of his eye.
A slow low moan began to echoe through the tunel. And soon it would be coming. The D train arrived and Passengers moved towards the edge in anticipation. The doors opened and the wave of flesh packed in tightly together. Everyone had to squeeze in to mount the D, their bodies touching. But the D was massive and could hold in a big load. A million billion hands grabbed for poles, and greedily rushed to cover every available inch of the prodtruding girth of pole that stood erect inside the train. Sweat and rain trickling and lubricating every surface inside.
It was time. The signal was green. The moist tunnel awaited, ready.
Stand clear of the closing doors please.
The D train moaned again as it began its descent. It was about to switch from local to express. The rain and wetness slid down the sides of the D, lubricating it as it started to inch forward into the moist tunnel. Slowly it began to speed up, the tunnel welcoming the D.. The train tooted a little, but the tunnel didn't mind. They had been doing this for years and were very close. The train screeched pleasurefully. The pace quickened. The rails began to softly glow and sparks were flying from the friction. Inside the passengers riding the D jerked ferociously, their hands sliding up and down the pole.
But…The tunnel wanted more. It wanted the D to go to a place it had never gone before. It loved the D so much and wanted to show the D what it was like to be the number 1 train. and let it go further than ever before into its depths. Let me show you my caverns and crevices.
SUDDENLY
The train was held… but only momentarily. Then Suddenly the D rerouted through canal, then chambers and soon it would enter… rector!
You're my 1 train now, thought the tunnel. The D was rapidly moving in the tunnel, the walls were snug around it, pulsating with the rythms of the D train. It was coming very soon. Closer and Closer. Faster and faster. Pressure mounted as the D train pounded roughly through, excited to finally be the 1 train and go into rector for the first time. The D shuddered as it finally came with a hiss. The passengers felt a rush of relief as, the D train's load slatisfyingly spilled out onto the platform.
Bing Bong