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It was a late Thursday evening when Flying Scotsman was released from Doncaster, repaired and cleared to return to service the following Monday, given the weekend to rest up. He meandered down the mainline towards London and his shed, his eyes downcast and for once he allowed his driver full control. The dominant male felt defeated despite winning his brawl with Mallard, weighed down by confliction. He missed Meredith more than anything but wondered if he'd even be able to look at her once she returned knowing she repeatedly and willingly coupled with Mallard. Overall, he was heartbroken, he wanted to cry, scream, breathe fire, hate-fuck some unsuspecting engine, but he knew none of that would make him feel better. Instead he remained deadpan all the way until his crew cleared his shed and shut off his light. Then he sat awake in the dark, there wasn't even moonlight to stream through his windows, but after an hour of dreadful silence there was noise. The sound of another engine approaching in the distance. He furrowed his brow and braced himself to steer off whoever it was opening his doors, but he softened slightly once he realized who it was. "Finally decided to visit?"

"Don't be cross, I just didn't trust myself to be in the same building as that slag," Edgar sneered as he welcomed himself into his cousin's shed. He took in Scotsman's sullen demeanor and his smirk faded. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm not," the A3 stated. He looked away from Edgar and out the window. There were street lights visible over the tree line that hugged his private yard, their white-ish hue reminded him of Meredith and he swallowed. "I don't know if I can forgive her."

"You will," Edgar assured with a smile. "I know how much she means to you, maybe give her a bit of the cold shoulder when she comes back like she did you— just to even things out." He winked and Scotsman chuckled, though it was a bit forced. Edgar observed that and was serious once more. "You know I hate seeing you so down on yourself."

The dominant engine exhaled and looked back to his friend. "What do you think I did to push her to him?"

Edgar shrugged. "That's something only Mer can answer. I mean, I saw how upset she was the day she left, she clearly loves you, I'm sure there's no malicious intent."

"Surely," Scotsman mumbled. "…I'd hate to think he's better than me in some way in the berth."

"I highly doubt that," Edgar responded with an impish grin. He had moved all the way into the berth and his buffers were nearly flushed with Scotsman's. "When's the last time you let yourself have a lay?"

Scotsman locked his jaw and pretended to ignore his cousin's lustful gaze. "Not since the night before Mer left. I've not been in the mood."

"I think you need it," Edgar hummed, his tongue slipped over his lips as he moved even closer to his superior. "You're much too tense."

The A3 averted his eyes and moved back as far as he could before being halted by the spur's stops. "We agreed we wouldn't do that anymore."

"Oh, but maybe just a little tongue would be enough, hm?"

Scotsman couldn't stop his laughter. "Knowing you it wouldn't be."

"Come on, Scotty," Edgar pleaded, he brushed his nose over Scotsman's and breathed out a cloud of steam against his cousin's face. "Don't you recall how much fun we had before we knew?"

Scotsman bit his lip as his boiler rumbled in arousal. It was wrong, so so wrong, but his mind flashed of all the hot, heavy nights spent with the sleek engine in front of him. Before they knew who they were to each other. Before it became weird based on principle. He shook his boiler to distract from the warmth in his axles. "I'm supposed to be resting." He whispered breathlessly.

Edgar's smirk grew in intensity. He could tell Scotsman was about to crack. Their buffers pushed together when the black A4 leaned in to whisper, "Just let me fuck you."

Scotsman sighed, but he was smiling. He breathed in Edgar's ashy scent, their cheeks rubbed, their noses touched and their lips teased to meet. It was Edgar that moved closer to kiss Scotsman, but the A3 flinched back at the subtle sensation. His hesitation didn't deter Edgar, however, he simply waited another few breaths then moved in again, an attempt that bred success. Their lips met and held firm for a moment or two, then Edgar turned himself to open the kiss up so he could slip his tongue in, tasting Scotsman for the first time in years. He groaned in excitement when the A3's tongue rubbed softly against his, he steadied himself on the tracks so he could quickly lift Scotsman up. Edgar unsheathed his rod and weaved it towards the A3's panel where he teased at the opening until Scotsman unlocked it with a small moan. "Still the vocal one, are we?"

"Shut up," Scotsman hissed through clenched teeth. His undercarriage radiated waves of tingling heat as Edgar's rod worked its way deeper inside him. "Oh… oh fuck…"

"Mmm, don't be shy," Edgar purred, he'd started to move himself in and out, earning even more groaning swears from the dominant engine. "You know how much I love the dirty talk." He picked up his pace and maintained it at a considerable rate, not too hard and not too fast, yet enough to properly rock Scotsman's entire body with the rhythm. The A3's moans crescendoed as his initial shyness wore off and he was able to simply bathe in the ecstasy of the moment.

"Tell me what you want," Edgar whispered between his own more low-key grunts. "Talk to me, Scotty."

"Please don't stop!" Scotsman cried, he clenched his teeth harder as Edgar's pace picked up significantly making spots of white light appear in his vision.

"Did you miss fucking me?" Edgar dragged his tongue slowly up from Scotsman's chin to his mouth, running it over the A3's own tongue only briefly.

"Yes," Scotsman admitted quickly, he then grabbed at Edgar's bottom lip with his teeth and yanked him into a make out. The pace of their sex soon slowed to match the deep, methodical rhythm of the kiss. They groaned and breathed heavily into each other's mouths and when the males had both achieved their first orgasm roles immediately reversed. Scotsman used his rod to force Edgar's back into his panel so he could shove himself deep inside, he locked their buffers together so he could lay into Edgar with starved ferocity and Edgar began to snicker.

"Ohh, ugh, Scot! Is this how you fuck Meredith?"

Scotsman grinned and nibbled under Edgar's chin. "Are you complaining?"

"Not… at… all…" Edgar began to gasp and groan in ways he'd never imagined he would with a partner. He rolled his body up and down, clenching himself tighter around Scotsman. "Fuck, I needed this."

Scotsman nodded in agreement but that was all he could do, Edgar's riding motions did well to send him to the edge quick, he had to slow himself so as to not finish too soon. He then slammed deep inside the A4 and growled low in his boiler. "Breathe a word of this to anyone and I'll kill you in your sleep!"

Edgar grinded on his partner's rod with a mischievous smile. "Mum's the word, big boy. So long as you let me have a ride every little while."

Scotsman adopted a frown but picked up his pace if only to shut Edgar up. He found himself suddenly overcome with the urge to stop when his mind wandered back to Meredith. "Close yourself," he whispered to Edgar, his lieutenant furrowed his brow in confusion but did as Scotsman asked, he went to shut the leafs of his sex panel but all they did was pinch around Scotsman's rod, which was exactly what the A3 wanted. He shut his eyes and smiled, able to work Edgar through several more rounds imagining it was his favorite little engine squeezing him tight instead.

The following morning was dewy and comfortable with good cloud cover yet plenty of sunshine. Flying Scotsman emerged from his shed looking sleepy but content. Edgar had left a few hours before and Scotsman needed to get a wash down before any other engines crossed him and smelled his cousin's sex all over him. He shook the night's condensation off and darted down the mainline towards a washing station just a quarter mile northward. Once he was there he was pleased to find there was no wait and placed himself right at the start. The workmen saw the engine that pulled under the canopy and were quick to approach, asking him what he needed done. Scotsman told them he would like an all over detail and said to give his undercarriage a good scrub but otherwise had nothing else particular to add to the job. They gathered their soaps, waxes, polishes, and a variety of cloths and sponges and went to work and Scotsman almost immediately fell asleep.

A few hours later, Scotsman was carefully woken by one of the detailers and was told he was free to go. The engine took a moment to warm back up but departed the second his pressures were where they needed to be. Considering he had the next several days off, Scotsman was a tad clueless on what to do with his time. He knew he was required to rest, but after the last night he was amped up. His undercarriage demanded more. Much more. He needed to fuck his frustrations with Meredith away, but with who?

He spotted Marilyn stopped at a water tower near Newark and decided to slow and talk with her. He'd never really interacted with either of his "children" and figured he might as well. He had nothing better to do after all. "Good morning, Marilyn." He said, though not very cheerily.

"Oh!" The female jumped, nearly knocking her driver off her tender. "H— hello, Scott. Good morning, how are you feeling?"

Horny, he thought. "I'm alright, off until Monday. Strict orders to rest."

"So you're out on the mainline?" Marilyn mused with a half smile. "I don't know if that counts as resting."

"It doesn't," Scotsman stated pointedly. He studied the young female, it bothered him how much they looked alike, though she was extremely beautiful in her own right, it still didn't sit well with him looking at her and seeing himself. "Where are you headed?"

"Oh, I'm picking up some goods in York, have to bring them down to Liverpool. Then back up to Bridlington for another goods train for Nottingham."

"I didn't think you were brought on for goods work." Scotsman raised his brow, he'd only ever saw her run passengers until then.

She shrugged. "I don't mind. We all have to do jobs we don't like sometimes."

"I suppose that is true…" he sighed in defeat. "What's your brother doing?"

"Uhh— he's down at Brighton now I believe." Marilyn was shocked. It was the longest conversation she'd had with Flying Scotsman. She didn't know what to think of it. He seemed genuine, though there was something about his tone that as well sounded put-off. "Is everything alright? Forgive me for saying this but, you don't typically stop to talk to me."

He then shrugged himself. "I figure I may give being hospitable a try."

"Oh, well, I appreciate it," Marilyn said, smiling again. Her driver had returned to her cab and began the process of upping her pressure once more. "If you see Sam I'm sure he'd enjoy a good chat with you."

Scotsman drew his mouth into a line and nodded curtly. He really had no interest in building a relationship with Sam, nor Marilyn truly, but she was kind, he inwardly admitted she didn't deserve a constant cold shoulder. "Go safe now," he said after her wheels started to turn.

"You as well, Scot!"

The dominant engine watched her rumble away with her goods and twitched his nose in irritation. He still had that certain itch to scratch and wasn't sure who to seek out. What he wanted was the warmth of a female, but he unfairly compared them all to Meredith so of course none of them piqued his interest. He started back up with a growl and took a branch line towards the west coast, he thought perhaps the fresh sea air might relax him and maybe he could find a secluded siding where he would be able to work out that itch on his own.

"So what is the purpose of those strange pointed grates at the front of your fenders? Every steam engine I've passed has them."

Meredith was perched in the middle of the longest turntable she'd ever seen, staring down a roundhouse full of Union Pacific's biggest steam engines. Jimmy was at the very end beside two of his brothers August and Chief. On the other side of them were a set of Challengers, Silas and his twin brother Joseph. They all exchanged a hearty laugh at Meredith's silly-to-them question.

"They're for when livestock or other obstacles are on the lines." Chief said with a smile. He was the oldest of the Big Boys, his voice thick and raspy, the corners of his eyes wrinkled, which Meredith thought made him even more attractive. "Formally known as pilots, but everyone refers to them as cow catchers."

Meredith blinked, rolling forward on the turntable line towards August's shed as that's where it was pointed. "You run over cows?"

The youngest Big Boy stammered and looked to his older brothers for help but they merely gestured for him to answer their guest, both sneering. "W— well, we try not to, but we can't exactly stop on a dime." August said, his tone meek, he did well to avoid Meredith's sad gaze.

"It's just part of the job, darlin'." Joseph assured from the furthest berth. "We don't enjoy it, but we have to accept that it happens."

"Oh," Meredith wasn't too happy with the answer, but at least they were honest. It was the first time she'd properly spoken with all of them since arriving in Cheyenne the evening before. The journey from Dallas was long and winding and it took an entire day for Meredith to recover from the sickness she felt being carried on a flatbed through the mountains, but once the queasiness subsided she spent the remainder of the day exploring the yards and meeting all sorts of new engines. She'd even become acquainted with a few slant-nosed electric-diesels who had rolled in with their sleek coaches. A very attractive bunch and polite as all getup, their yellow coloring was pleasing with a sharply contrasting set of Union Pacific wings in sky blue painted below their smiling faces. Again, they towered over the little steam engine but by that point she was used to being the smallest thing on the rails. One dubbed Evan caught her eye in which way a diesel never had and she decided if she crossed him again in a yard she might try her seductive magic on him. The only reason she didn't immediately after talking with him was due to Silas, who quite literally dragged her away to a very open siding and showed her just how unafraid of public affection American engines were. Banging her out in plain view of the yard master and some newer keepers. The Challengers were longer than Big Boys, but their overall size was still smaller and even though Silas' rod was more than what she was used to, it was manageable after he forced an orgasm to coat himself in plenty of lubricant.

The red brick roundhouse she was at then of course was monumental, it housed six (presently five as a third unknown Challenger was then absent) of the largest steam locomotives in existence after all! Then outside the house were sidings stacked full of rolling stock from hoppers to flatbeds. The landscaping otherwise was mostly underwhelming, just tightly packed dirt, the Cheyenne Depot directly behind the roundhouse then the rest of the humble town beside that. It was a cloudy evening so everything was especially dull, the only life came from the cluster of engines conversing in that yard. The males had just begun bickering over who Meredith would share a berth with for the night.

"I think she'd be most comfortable with me," Silas insisted with a sniff. "We're well familiar."

"You've gotta give the rest of us a chance to slide on in, SiSi," Joseph jeered, throwing his brother's most hated nickname at him for good measure. "You had your fun yesterday, now give someone else a turn."

"I think me being the most experienced of my brothers makes me the better pick for ya," Chief said with a wink to Meredith. She blushed and felt her undercarriage already starting to warm up.

"That's a fancy way to say you're old," Jimmy snickered, August couldn't help but nod in agreement though he stayed mostly silent during the whole argument. "When's the last time you've lubed that dusty pecker of yours, hm?"

"I'll have you know I fucked Mary this past Tuesday," Chief sneered. "I could hardly keep the broad off me!"

"Mary's a slut," Silas quipped. "She'd fuck a steel pipe if it was laid out on the track just right."

"Like throwin' a hotdog down a hallway,'' Jimmy added with a snicker.

"And who's fault is that?" Joseph declared. "Sir fat-cock over there hogged her for so long you broke the bitch."

"And I plan to do it again," Jimmy retorted, glancing at Meredith grinning.

Silas took note of Meredith's crooked stance. She was curious. "There's a reason the ladies flock to him, Meredith," he started. "He's a sorry sack of shit but Gods be damned he's gifted. Jim," he said with a gesture of his fenders. "Show her."

"I don't know if that's polite," Jimmy said, feigning innocence. He cast a sideways peek to Meredith. "Only if she agrees."

The little engine nodded stiffly. She was painfully curious. She knew what she felt but seeing it would give her a good idea of what she truly was working with should she give him another chance to ride.

Jimmy shrugged and without another word retracted his forward platform to unsheath his rod for her. It rolled out from under him after more parts shifted around his undercarriage, the vents that dotted its sides released tendrils of steam and Meredith blinked. It was big. Sizeable to her, the smallest point at the tip was as wide as her mouth. Her gaze snaked over the shiny black alloy material until it reached the base as thick as her; she couldn't help but lick her lips, her undercarriage burned. She wanted to feel that size pound her through the ground.

There was smug laughter from the Challenger twins. "Baby, your arousal sure smells sweet." Joseph said, his boiler grumbled.

"Like burnin' daisies," Silas added. He lowered his eyelids and purred. "Why don't you give it a lick?"

"Ohhh, I like that idea," Jimmy looked towards his brothers and cousins. "Maybe one of you get in behind her while she does?"

Suddenly the turntable started up with a slow groan and Meredith found herself stunned and turning back towards the track she came in on. She was shaking, but the promise of what was about to happen left her excited. The turntable stopped and a heavy, long engine steamed on behind her, pushing her towards the very edge. Soon she found herself facing Jimmy and his hot tool once more, the Big Boy grinned and Meredith again found herself moving involuntarily. A big engine had lifted her up. Still she remained silent, she didn't protest because she wanted everything that was happening despite the fact she hardly knew any of the males advancing on her. Her moral walls were gone by then. Americans didn't care one bit and she loved it.

"Go easy on her, Joey," Jimmy said, he rolled closer to Meredith who eyed his rod longingly. "I don't need her bitin' down."

"No promises," Joey's gravelly tone echoed from behind the little engine. He then unsheathed his own rod and began stroking the outside of Meredith's slit with it. "Ooh, she feels nice and tight."

"She is," Silas growled. He licked his lips, envious of his brother's position on her.

Meredith moaned as Joey kept gently teasing her entrance and nearly forgot about Jimmy in front of her until she felt his warmth against her cheek. She looked up at the big engine and he raised his brow waiting for her to get going. The little engine took the hint and slid her tongue over the middle of his rod, the Big Boy let out a satisfied groan, he moved his sex slowly so as much of him could experience the softness of her mouth as possible. Once she reached the tip she gave it a gentle suck before letting go to gasp at the feeling of Joey slipping inside her. She groaned from deep in her chest as she took in the large engine's length going all the way in and all the way out of her with unexpected ease.

"Don't forget about me, darlin'." Jimmy whispered and Meredith quickly resumed her fervent licking and sucking. The Big Boy groaned again and closed his eyes to focus on her tongue circling the tip of his rod. "Fuck…that's it, baby doll." He looked back down to her and nearly came when he saw those big round eyes staring up at him, her mouth stretched around his spit-soaked tip. "Jesus, you're fuckin' gorgeous."

"So gorgeous," Joey agreed as he continued at a steady, deep pace. He could hardly focus on even maintaining his rhythm, she wrapped around him so tightly it caused all his other senses to check out. All that remained was burning, tingling electricity shocking his body.

There was another moan from the shed and Meredith looked briefly to see August panting hard, appearing exceedingly feral and sweaty, he seemed focused on something else while his eyes remained on her until his body rattled and shuddered, he tightened up on his suspension and shut his eyes for a moment then relaxed once more.

"That was fast, Auggie," Silas teased, he too had that same focused look as the young Big Boy, Meredith hadn't yet figured out what they were doing. She'd never seen it done before.

The confronted Big Boy blushed. "It's been a while."

"You've gotta learn to take it slowly," Silas said, he bit his lip, closing his eyes. "Stop every so often to try and drag it out."

Meredith hardly noticed the conversation before her, her focus had shifted back to being pleasured from every which way. Her undercarriage felt like it would light on fire with how Joey's size spread her, but as well he hit every single nerve she had, it was becoming more and more difficult to maintain her attentions to Jimmy when all she wanted to do was lay back and take in the incredible sex being bestowed on her.

Jimmy, however, noted Meredith's distracted moans and looked up to his cousin still wholly entranced in his movements. "Hey! Joey! Time to take a break."

"You can't be serious," the Challenger groaned in frustration. He began to slow but didn't completely stop. "You're such a jealous prick!"

Jimmy growled at his cousin. "I said; take a break."

Joey exhaled angry steam but did as he was told. He retracted from Meredith and lowered her carefully back to the tracks. Of course the little engine began to whimper pathetically, but the pleasure pause didn't last long. Jimmy rolled forward, propped her up against him and began rubbing his sex against her slit. He wouldn't try to enter her yet, but instead pushed hard enough to spread and stimulate her that way. When her moaning resumed he took her mouth to fill it with his tongue. She started to grind on him to the rhythm of their noisy makeout and Jimmy felt the oncoming heat of orgasm so just seconds before he slipped partially into her undercarriage and unloaded everything inside her; the warm, slippery sensation triggered Meredith's own coming and she let loose guttural cries until she fell limp against the big engine, completely out of breath.

"So will you be bunking with me tonight?" Jimmy inquired smuggly. "There's more where that came from."

Meredith took a moment to calm herself then sent her attention to Joey who was backing into his berth, defeated. "I think I'll let Joey finish what he started."

The aforementioned Challenger perked up and looked to Meredith hopefully as she reversed off Jimmy and onto the turntable, though he quickly furrowed his brow in confusion as she turned and passed his berth, but then stopped once she was backwards. She rolled towards him quickly and shook her coal bunker at him with a playful giggle. "Get it going, handsome."

"Oh fuck yes," Joey grabbed her buffers and yanked her back into his roundhouse while his brother and cousins all sat in bemused silence. All except Jimmy, he ground his teeth and stared at Joey's stall with a disdain that burned deeper as Meredith's melodic moans echoed out from the berth.

So I know I don't normally post individual chapter warnings but I felt this was necessary, this chapter is... horny to put it lightly. Hope I didn't startle too many of y'all! It's all in good fun! Another fair warning though, no other chapters will be pointed out from here onward, just go into each one bracing yourself for graphic sticky and/or violence.

Pretty Katydid; I genuinely cannot wait to read your thoughts on this one. It took me a minute to decide to post because it's a lot but I decided to just say fuck it, as I usually do when I think the line was crossed and find myself hesitating. Just showing how over-the-top crude the American boys can be is all. *shrugs* no big deal.

A good glimpse into Jimmy's true nature as well as his sort of own level of dominance over the others. He's not the oldest Big Boy but he is the most commanding with the oldest of the Boys being a sort of punching bag for the rest.

As well a good chunk of the sexual encounters in this fic will be borderline assault if only because of the Americans' more aggressive tactics, they accept rejection but that rejection also doesn't come often. They're more adjusted to just picking their conquest and having at it with little fanfare or putting on moves required. Which, could be exactly to Meredith's tastes. *wink wink*

I think that's it from me, I'll be seeing y'all in the next chapter! Thank you for the continued love and support for this feral locomotive wonderland inside my brain!

Cheers!

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