Pursuing Percy
A Thomas the Tank Engine Fan-fiction
"Percy just looks so good" Thomas said under his heavy breath. Those little red stripes, his perfectly flat face and the cute little chimney all add up to create one sexy train. "But he's way out of my league" Thomas sighed. "For now I'll have to stick with Toby". Thomas and Henry were not technically dating, but henry definitely acted as though they were. He was always complimenting his perfect pistons and excellent technique. Thomas Hated it. James would always tease Thomas about it whenever he saw him. Thomas pretended to like James, but secretly he thought that he was a complete and utter shit head. He didn't even bother pretending to like Henry, because no matter what he did, Henry would think that he was flirting and giggle like a schoolgirl who had just heard their teacher say "booby trap". It was for these exact reasons that Thomas never managed to get anywhere with Percy. But tomorrow Thomas would change all this. Tomorrow Thomas was going to penetrate Percy.
It was 3 AM and Thomas was watching Percy sleep like he always does. He looks so adorable when he sleeps. Just like a kitten. A green Kitten the same shape and size as a train with a (completely adorable) face, of course, but a kitten none the less. It was then when Thomas realised how he was going to finally lose his virginity. After all, technically it isn't rape if they don't say no, right? He slowly chugged towards Percy and started things off. The way trains have sex is by instead of attaching their hooks to carriages to pull they connect them to another. There are many different places trains can attach these hooks, but as this was Thomas's first time he kept it simple and attach it to the front buffer. He latched it on slowly and at first moved forward and back slowly and silently at the risk of waking somebody, but without realising slowly began to do so faster and with much more ferocity. It felt so good. He got faster and faster until he felt an explosive discharge come out of him and straight on to Percy's face, which resulted in a long moan, one that could only be the result of pure satisfaction. But it wasn't Thomas moaning. It was Percy