CONTENT WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE, OFFENSIVE ERA-SPECIFIC THEMES/TOPICS, AND EXPLICIT DEPICTIONS OF SEX AND VIOLENCE.

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"How long?!"

"How long what?"

"How long have you been coupling with Meredith?!"

Flying Scotsman slammed his entire weight into Mallard and the blue A4 only laughed as blood dripped out the corner of his menacing grin. He steadied himself on the tracks and braved for another bash from his furious alpha. "You know you don't have to be such a prude with your wording, Scot!" He spit as the aforementioned continued to circle him. "Coupling is too tame a word to describe what I do to that little engine. I ride her until she overflows and then I keep going until she nearly passes out!" He cried, returning blows with Scotsman, the two bathed in a hot fire of sparks and rage. Their buffers locked as they stared into each other's eyes, black as the sky that shrouded their confrontation.

"You've no right to mount her!" Scotsman threw back, he clenched his teeth, gathering enough energy to shove Mallard away and into an unsuspecting set of buffer stops that shattered from his force. "After everything you've done: the lies, violence, and deceit. Hayden is a fool for allowing you to live!"

Mallard's pressure shot up, he stormed back against Scotsman, slicing the A3's eye with a mangled piece of his fender. "So why not kill me?!" He snarled, furious flames lit the back of his throat, his anger overwhelmed his senses and sense. "Why not end your own personal suffering and kill me, you stupid fucking cunt?!"

Flying Scotsman's own throat burned in furor, he was on a track adjacent to Mallard at that point and threw his weight against the A4's boiler and dragged his buffer against his metal plating. It screeched and cracked, steam and oil flew out from the wound and Mallard couldn't move away. He roared in pain and pushed back against Scotsman but it did no good, the dominant male's buffers only dug deeper into his boiler. Scotsman ripped away, his vision obscured by the blood pouring across his face. "I won't kill you." He hissed breathlessly as he turned himself around and faced Mallard once more. He drew closer to his cousin who's breathing was labored as he had begun to knock death's door.

"Because you're a coward!" Mallard had lost the pressure in his boiler and was unable to move, but his gaze still burned with the heat of a thousand suns. "Spineless, just like that human!"

Scotsman chuckled, a deep sound that made even Mallard uneasy. The A3 was right in his face smiling a dangerous smile. "No," Scotsman said, his tone dropped to an almost seductive whisper. "I want you to suffer," he murmured. "Only when you beg me for the sweet release of death will I see to ripping your heart out through your throat and leaving it to beat on these tracks."


"Good morning, Marilyn!" Kestrel rolled up beside the young female, stopped at York, with his usual goofy enthusiasm. He eyed her green paintwork and round body hungrily and made a quick pass over his lips with his tongue as he watched her be uncoupled from her coaches. "Going to break, are we?"

"We?" Marilyn jeered with a laugh. "No, I am on break," she looked back at Kestrel pulling a heavy train of goods and smirked. "You look busy."

"Yes, well, I can abandon my train for a little bit," he insisted as he met Marilyn's casual pace towards a branch line. "Let me have a go at that beautiful body of yours."

Marilyn rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. Kestrel had proved himself to be quite persistent in his want to hook-up with her, but she as well held completely firm in her rejection of him, at least at first. Over the last week the green A4 had begun to grow on her, despite his complete lack of seductive prowess he was still considerable when it came to his looks. When he wasn't being a chatty buffoon, he was smart, with a sideways grin that would fold any female who happened to glance his direction. Marilyn liked him but she also liked seeing him beg like he was at that moment.

"What are you thinking about?"

Kestrel's curious tone snapped Marilyn back to reality and she floundered for a moment. "Oh, I'm just tired is all. I had to pick up one of Sam's early runs after his brakes locked up this morning."

"Ah, yes," Kestrel's smile faded at the mention of her aggressive brother but he quickly shook himself off when he remembered he still had some wooing to do. "Maybe spend your break time snuggling up to me? I can be a good pillow for napping!"

"I find it difficult to believe you'd be okay with just a snuggle." She said, they stopped when they reached the siding Marilyn planned to rest on. It was canopied low by massive aspen and offered perfect seclusion for a rest— or more. "Don't you have any other ladies more willing to humor your needs?"

"Well… yes," Kestrel admitted with a frown, he rocked awkwardly on his wheels. "But… ugh— how can I get you to humor me? What am I doing wrong?"

Marilyn giggled as she began to back down the siding. "First of all, you sound desperate."

"But I am desperate." The male pouted.

"Second of all, my brother wouldn't allow it."

That made Kestrel's body recoil in disgust. "Ah, yes, that overly possessive, sociopathic twit. I'd forgotten he had you on a short leash." He smirked and uncoupled himself from his cars after backing them onto another spur. He turned around so he could face Marilyn, his boiler rumbled. "I don't imagine you two are being—"

"What?! No!" Marilyn gasped in disbelief. "Absolutely not!"

Kestrel laughed and began to approach the young female as her polished form started to disappear into the shade. "So what do I need to do for you to let me pop that cherry of yours?"

The female took in a steadying breath, she liked the new honeyed tone Kestrel adopted and her undercarriage began to heat up. "Maybe try to properly seduce me instead," she breathed, trying to avoid the low-lidded gaze of the A4 and keep the gap between them proper. "As adorable as your hapless begging can be."

Kestrel's eyes dilated, he could smell Marilyn's arousal as he closed in on her. Finally, he thought. "So, what?" He teased, the female had hit the stops by then and he was closing in on her. "Do you want me to whisper to you, tell you all the naughty things I wish to do to you, or tell you about how I can't wait to hear that supple voice of yours singing my name? No," he paused. "Perhaps I'll just…" he stopped, he was right on her then, he could feel her quickened breath bat his face, their lips touched then after a moment they fully met. He opened his mouth so he could taste her tongue, untouched by any others, she was fresh, brand new. He groaned and smiled as their kiss intensified. Fucking finally! He cheered inwardly, he moved to lift her up, their mouths still interlocked, his rod slipped out and towards the young female. "You ready?" Kestrel hummed, not completely taking his lips away. He teased her panel with his sex until it broke open, her heat about sent him over.

"Aye, Kestrel!"

The green A4 snarled at the burly voice calling behind him. He broke away from Marilyn and locked his panel back up with a furious grumble of his boiler. He reversed back into the near-blinding sunlight and found his brother, Bittern, watching him with a knowing smirk. "What the fuck do you want!?" Kestrel hissed. "I'm busy!"

Bittern glanced at Marilyn poking her head out from the trees and made a small puff of bemusement. "I'm afraid this can't wait," he said, though with not much —if any— remorse. "You can finish this later. Apologies, Marilyn."

"It's alright," she said, though she did look a little disappointed. "At least now I can nap." She quipped with a playful bump to Kestrel's buffers. The male groaned and watched her reverse back down the siding.

"I hate your guts," Kestrel snapped. He was quick to readjust himself facing back south and collect his cars and crew, then he joined Bittern who had his own coaches full of confused passengers. "I really truly do."

His garter blue sibling snorted. "How will I ever live with myself?"

"Cockblock…"

The brothers rode together at top-allowed speed back towards London in mostly silence, Kestrel would occasionally mutter a curse or cruel remark, but otherwise it was quiet. It wasn't until they reached a particularly empty section of the line, where no houses, highways, or the like could be spotted for miles on either side, did Bittern speak. "So it seems our favorite brother is stirring up trouble for himself again."

Kestrel noticed Bittern had slowed his pace and he did the same, letting off steam and lowering his pressures. "Is that why he's been out of action these past few days?"

Bittern nodded, he glanced towards either side of the track, his sharp gaze scanned the fields of flowers for any possible snooping life. "Seems he caught the wrong end of Scot the other night. He's worse for wear from what Quicksilver's told me."

"Meredith related?"

"I think it's safe to assume so."

There was another pause. Nothing could be heard but the rhythmic chuff of their pistons as they flew down the tracks. Meredith and Hayden had been gone for barely two weeks and so far Alex had done well to maintain schedules and overall peace, but it seemed that lull was coming to a decisive end.

Kestrel inhaled. "Do we know what Mister Hoffman plans to do?"

"According to Edgar he'd already contacted Mister Jameson who advised him to keep Mallard secluded to a branch line away from Scot. He's lost his route on the mainline which I'm sure he'll handle well." Bittern rolled his eyes with a frustrated sigh. "I respect Mister Jameson for what he's done thus far, but his guilt about killing Mallard is unfounded. There's not a single reason to keep that bastard alive."

"No," Kestrel agreed. "Why don't we just take care of him? Coax him off a cliff side or something?"

Bittern laughed, "If only it were that easy…" he then decided to change the subject. "I've been watching Scot and it seems that he's been on a bit of a decline since Meredith's departure. Edgar is doing his best to keep his head right but clearly he requires more help."

"Clearly," his brother repeated. There was nothing more to say as London's skyline appeared on the horizon, the pair picked up speed and dared not breathe another word of the subject until that night when they would be able to speak with Quicksilver and Edgar.


All the way across the Atlantic Hayden and Meredith sat in a small switchyard just outside Hot Springs, Arkansas while they waited for Marjorie to finish her business with the yardmaster, his office located in a small white trailer at the entrance to the yard. Meredith looked around, she was surrounded by massive freight cars, hoppers, flatbeds, and brake vans, those which dwarfed the rolling stock back in England and Sodor. It came to no surprise, in the short time she had spent on the massive American railway she quickly learned engines as small as her were few and far between, even the tank engines seemed to dwarf her. Though however imposing the American locomotives seemed, they were quite welcoming of her, quick to offer her their berth for rest or to allow her to cut in line to refuel, and they always smiled and sang a greeting when passing her on the line. At least the males were, the females were catty and offered up little to no conversation. Instead they'd gossip in their cliques about the foreign engine with the sparkly livery. It didn't bother her, it almost made her smile knowing she was already getting under somebody's plating.

Meredith breathed out slowly, it was hot, mid-August in Arkansas was brutal and anyone not used to that sort of heat and humidity was damned to suffer. She felt condensation drip down her forehead and cheeks, Hayden was just as miserable, he fanned himself with their dispatch papers while seated on Meredith's buffers which, in hindsight, probably wasn't the best spot to perch himself to try and avoid heat. There would be a brief reprieve as a welcomed cloud drifted over the merciless son and the two both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Maybe it's time to invest in some short-pants?" Meredith said to her controller who laughed in response. He stood up on her fenders and the engine smiled, he was wearing denim of all things, denim jeans, a polo, and cowboy boots. If it wasn't for the slick hair and proper English accent, the man would look like he was born and raised American.

"It just might be," Hayden laughed as he arched his back to stretch. "I'll be damned, I thought our summers were brutal."

"I've certainly been humbled," Meredith stated.

Just then Marjorie emerged from the little office waving more papers excitedly. She too was dressed for the warm weather in a light dress, flats, and a floppy hat. It was funny seeing her dressed like that, one wouldn't have guessed she was a railway engineer. "I've got some great news, y'all!" She cried as she crossed the yard, stopping only for a dimpled diesel shunter to pass by with a few hopper cars. "One of my Big Boys is scheduled to pass through in a few hours! He's headed back to Texas and we can hop a ride to Dallas with him!"

Hayden beamed with excitement. All of the Big Boys were on journeys on the northernmost lines or near the coast and he was more than anxious to finally meet such a massive and brilliant work of machinery. "Which one is it?"

"August," Marjorie said, despite her shady hat her face was still shiny with sweat as she offered a hand so Hayden could hop down. "He's the youngest of our Big Boys and is a right sweetheart. He's traveling with one of our Challengers, Silas. He's a little on the meaner side but is better behaved around those he doesn't know."

"Not as mean as Mallard, right?" Hayden joked, though part of him was leery.

Marjorie smiled as she leaned against Meredith's footboard. "I've yet to meet a locomotive as mean as that one. So… you ready for lunch? It's a short walk to Bathhouse Row from here; there's some incredible restaurants along the strip and the walk along is just as lovely."

"Yeah, I could eat," he glanced to Meredith. "You think you'll be okay if I leave you here for a bit?"

The little engine looked around the yard, all the switchers had departed for break and no freight engines were due for some time. She shrugged. "Yeah, sure, you two have fun!"

"Great!" Hayden gave her fender a loving pat and gestured for Marjorie to go ahead of him. "Lead the way, my delicate hostess."

The woman laughed before she sauntered through the yard and towards a walking path just outside the chain link fence. Meredith watched them leave and once they were out of sight she started up with a wobble. She wanted to look around but there was really nothing to look at. Just some dusty brick buildings and a whole lot of trees. She sighed, she felt antsy, not just from being on such a huge railway with huge locomotives, but from missing intimacy. She'd been approached by many astute males looking for a bump, but their size was intimidating, she didn't know if she could handle what they had to offer. There was a single "smaller" Shay tank engine she let corner her, but his eagerness left her feeling shaky and less than satisfied despite having experienced multiple orgasms in their frantic session. She shuddered at the thought of experiencing that again.

The little engine decided to wander outside the yard towards a busy avenue noisy with colorful cars and foot traffic along the sidewalks. She stopped before the cross and decided to watch the bustle as it passed by unaware of her presence. A young, sharply dressed family strolled right in front of her and they didn't even take notice of the curious locomotive, they were busy laughing and carrying on, their son clomped down the footpath with his arms out, his lips pursed outward as he mimicked the brumbling of an airplane. Meredith chuckled. How cute, she thought.

Once the traffic hit a brief pause she crossed the road careful to watch in case a person decided to hop out from nowhere, but once she was cleared of that potential she picked up speed and cruised along the winding branchline through thick woods and across a worn wooden bridge. The neighborhoods were more dispersed, less compact with vast yards, some even had play gyms with small children screeching and climbing them as she passed. One little girl noticed Meredith and ran towards the fence with a gap-toothed smile, waving both her arms excitedly. The little engine peeped her whistle at the child and she laughed and hopped along the fence line until she could no longer follow. Meredith continued on until she reached a part of the track which had nothing but a steep drop off to her left. She stared down the mountain and swallowed nervously but then she saw the downtown strip where Hayden and Marjorie were having lunch. Rows of brick and stucco buildings squished together with what appeared to be natural springs of water flowing from pools that dripped down the very mountain she occupied. She decided to stop above what appeared to be a small park where freshly groomed grass lay along wide footpaths. There was a small amphitheater which hosted a local band plucking at guitars and banjos, singing old country as adult passerbys stopped and listened while their children frolicked in the open park. Beside the amphitheater was another one of those pools, but upon further inspection Meredith noticed steam rising from its waters and she couldn't help but laugh. "Hot springs," she tutted quietly. "Makes sense now."

The little tank engine took her tour all the way to the top of the mountain that overlooked the town. She passed several hikers shocked to see a steam engine loose on the old tracks, they all waved and said hello with their goofy southern American accents. It was then Meredith realized her own American accent wasn't so American after all, she'd lost the twangy dialect she had when she was first built. The years surrounded by English locomotives saw her voice adopt a more low-key Londoner sound which she had never noticed until that moment on the mountain.

Once she returned to the yard the sun was beginning to set, the switchyard still abandoned, though some of the freight was missing. "These engines work fast," she mumbled to herself, noting that she'd not once crossed another locomotive in her entire time free-roaming.

"Gotta work quickly when you travel as far as we do, little lady."

Meredith froze from the new booming voice behind her. Heavy pistons pumped slowly behind, a multitude of valves pushed out more steam than she had ever seen that slowly enveloped her in a hot cloud. "Are you one of those Big Boys I've heard so much about?"

The mystery engine chuckled, it was a thunderous noise, one from a massive machine. "You could say that," his voice seemed to have no dialect like most engines she'd met at that point, and his rich tone rattled Meredith's smoke box. She didn't want to turn around, if his looks were half as tantalizing as his voice she was in trouble.

"What's your name, baby doll?"

Meredith shuddered, she could hear his smirk and it was heavenly. "Meredith," she whispered. "What about yourself?"

"James," he purred. "Why don't you turn round so I can see what I'm workin' with?"

"I don't know if I should do that," Meredith squeaked, she could tell by the way the track was shifting beneath that he was moving towards her. The engine's boiler rumbled and it shook the entire track, Meredith flinched and bit her lip. "Do you really need to see my face?"

James pondered for a moment, there was another, deeper rumble. "I suppose I don't have to," suddenly there was the sound of shifting metal and clicking joints and Meredith's eyes widened.

"What are you doing!?" She yelped, but was stopped by something strong grabbing her buffer. "Woah! Excuse me, sir! I don't even know you!" She tried to wiggle free but the huge engine had a grip on her.

"Oh don't tell me you're one of those prudish lasses." He dropped her with an annoyed sigh and that was when Meredith moved to turn herself around and face her bold admirer.

She had her mouth open to scold him but when she saw his face and size it merely hung open in speechless awe. His body seemed to have no end, four pilot wheels headed two powerful sets of eight coupled drivers, piping wrapped his tremendous boiler which held two huge steam domes and a slew of valves which released as much steam as his undercarriage. He about towered over her, with her nose barely coming up to the lowest point of his footboards. And his face, oh god was he handsome, that same smarmy smirk as Flying Scotsman with hooded almond eyes, strong cheeks, and perfectly kissable lips. He seemed to take Meredith in as much as she did him and his arrogant attitude intensified. "Like what you see?"

"You're huge," Meredith breathed, which made James laugh.

"Oh honey, just you wait," he winked and Meredith nearly allowed herself to swoon. His eyes darted up and down her form. "You're even prettier from the front, little Meredith."

Then she sighed. "Maybe too little for you?"

There was another clacking of metal and suddenly a proper platform with handrails locked into place in front of his smoke box. Though it jutted out far, his face was still perfectly visible from Meredith's angle. "Not too little to try, darlin'."

"Fuck…" she breathed.

He chuckled. "I think it's safe for me to assume you're the new engine I'm here to escort, along with your controller."

Meredith nodded, she was still completely dumbfounded in regards to James' size, she had no idea steam engines his size even existed. "I— I'm not sure when he'll be back, I hope we're not keeping you."

"Oh trust me, there's no hurry," the massive male made a slow gesture to the long line of cars behind him. "I'm ahead of schedule, we're supposed to travel at fifty-five, but I'd much rather keep close to seventy. Leaves more free time for… other activities." As he uttered his last sentence he once again eyed Meredith. He then took a deep breath in, his nose filled with the surrounding scent of maple and pine, but as well noted Meredith's warm perfume sprinkled with subtle lust. He knew immediately she was experienced and as well wanted to give him a ride. He opened his eyes again and stared back down at the little engine. "I'm not sure you've been properly welcomed," he managed to wiggle himself beneath her buffers and propped her up on him. She hardly fought back if only due to her morbid curiosity. What could an engine his size be hiding? She recalled Sam, the articulated engine from America purchased by Sir Topham, but even he wasn't that large. "Maybe you just need a little warmin' up?"

"I— I really don't— OH!" James' lengthy front platform disappeared beneath his firebox and Meredith found herself brushing noses with the big engine. He looked even more imposing up close and she swallowed nervously. "I don't think this is the best idea…"

"It's okay to be nervous, baby girl," James murmured, he then pushed his lips to Meredith's and forced his tongue nearly down her throat. She groaned, her eyes fluttered shut, he tasted so good, like the hot springs that she saw earlier that morning. His valves released more steam, then without warning she felt a familiar heat pressed to her panel. She wiggled awkwardly, opening herself to the big engine without hesitation, she could feel his size was none she'd had before, he rubbed himself against her slit, priming her for his entry. The way his rod felt against her she wondered if he would even fit, the sides of him teased at her wheel bearings which she had never experienced with another partner before. She wanted to feel him, but also wanted to slap herself, who even was that engine?!

"Maybe… we— " Meredith's speaking was replaced immediately by a sudden shocked gasp, James had slipped inside her and waves of pure pain and ecstasy radiated up. She clenched her teeth and groaned again, she wiggled as he forced himself deeper and her eyes watered. "Wait…" she sighed, "please… it hurts… " the male heeded her pleas and paused, though he didn't remove himself.

"Too fast?" He sighed, he didn't show it but the way the little engine wrapped around him caused him to see stars. He was ready to fuck her, but he also didn't wish to harm her.

Meredith nodded, biting her lip. "I don't know if I can take you."

James grumbled in annoyance but held his grin. He carefully withdrew himself from the little tank engine and kissed her cheek. "Suppose we'll just have to work up to that? Maybe you need to get knocked around by a few of my slightly smaller cousins, stretch you a bit."

Meredith lowered back onto the track and looked at James in disbelief. His bluntness was startling, sure all the males she'd encountered since her arrival had been unashamed in their intentions with her, but none had been so bold as to not only insert themselves without any sort of courting but also suggest she couple with others to… loosen herself. She shook her body and locked up her undercarriage, but before she could address the issue with James further, Hayden and Marjorie appeared at the edge of the yard, backdropped by a fiery sky.

"Jimmy?" Marjorie shouted, she unlooped her arm from Hayden's and trotted over to the engine who had reset his forward platform. "What're you doin' here? Where's August?"

"There was a change in the roster," James— Jimmy, said sweetly, batting his eyes at the little woman. "August had to detour to Nebraska."

"Oh, well," Marjorie stopped, then noted Meredith's position to her engine. "I hope you've not overwhelmed our guest."

"I would never," he lied with an innocent smile. He glanced to Meredith, completely bewildered. "I just wanted to make sure the young lady felt welcome."

Marjorie didn't believe the male for a second but didn't say anything so as to not upset Hayden. Though she could tell by the subtle shaking in Meredith's wheels that he had tried something, and likely startled her. She turned to her foreign friend and smiled when she saw his gapped expression. "I didn't think you two would meet for a few more weeks, but Hayden, this is Jimmy, Jim, this is Hayden, the Controller for the London and North Eastern Railway in England. I'm sure you recall me telling you of their visit."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jimmy said to the English controller with a small dip of his body. "I can only imagine a sight your railway must be if all your engines are half as beautiful as she."

Meredith's face grew hot and Hayden did well to be courteous. "Yes, well, I do have my fair share of stately locomotives, Jimmy. Meredith here is my own personal engine and, pardon my forwardness, but I'd prefer you not treat her like a toy."

Jimmy was hardly put off by Hayden's abrupt observation. He merely smirked. "I wouldn't dream of it, sir." He then looked back to Meredith, his boiler bubbled and he winked. "I get bored with toys."


Welcome back! I can only be gone for so long before I have to keep adding to this bullshit. Lmao. So far I've managed to avoid the censor gods of this site but I'm here to push the boundaries! Here's to continuing my dodging of the ban hammer! :D

Pretty Katydid; I hope you're prepared for what's to come and I have to as well address how our minds seem to be connected low key because you wrote the review asking about if Scot has weakened or will amp up his violence and I'd already written the first part of this chapter. I seemed to have anticipated your question before you asked it. Hah!

There may not be a full-blown steamy scene between Mer and Jimmy for a bit, I kinda want to draw out their relationship despite it having a very abrupt start, but ole Jim-bo knows what he wants and when he wants it, what can I say. *shrugs* just like your rooster. Hehe (yes I saw your review on the other site and got a good kick out of it)

Anyway, I've got some sleeping to do, I'll be uploading this installment to Ao3 tomorrow morning! I look forward to seeing if y'all enjoy this!

Much love;

Bumble