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“Do you think she’s sick?”
Dan Heng glanced up from his book. One of his eyebrows shot upward, the other remaining as still and straight as the crease of his lips. The question from Caelus hardly surprised him—the Trailblazer hadn’t stopped pacing about since returning to the train.
“She has to be sick,” said Caelus, wringing his hands together. “Right? Why else would March be cooped up in her room? She never stays in there for more than a few hours…”
A sigh passed through Dan Heng’s mouth. His shoulders sagged. A crack in the opaque glass that was his features.
“March 7th gets sick about once a month,” Dan Heng explained. “You know how she can be—always getting into all manner of mischief. She is running around with little in the way of weather protection, too. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was nursing a cold.”
“But I haven’t heard a cough, or a sneeze, or even a sniffle!” said Caelus, frowning.
“I did not know you felt so worried about her,” said Dan Heng. He put down his book, straightening his back and rolling his shoulders. At present, he and Caelus were lounging in the parlor car of the Express, with Himeko having a quiet chat with Pom-Pom near the front of the cabin.
“Then again,” Dan Heng added, “you two have been spending quite a lot of time together—haven’t you?”
Caelus couldn’t hide his smirk. “Her, uh, you know—her attitude is rubbing off on me, that’s all.”
“Mm. Indeed…”
Dan Heng tapped his forefinger against his chin, as if suddenly contemplative.
“Well,” he said, “perhaps speaking with Himeko could prove enlightening. I believe she was the last to speak with March 7th before the girl’s hiding.”
Caelus turned just in time to see Himeko’s conversation with Pom-Pom come to a close. With a new opening in sight, the Trailblazer made a beeline for the Express’ captain, somewhat surprising Himeko as he stopped right in front of her.
“Whoa, there. Is everything alright, Caelus?” she asked, a soft smile playing at her lips. “What’s got you so excited?”
“It’s March,” Caelus explained. “She hasn’t come out of her room since we came back from the Herta Space Station. I was wondering if she might have gotten sick.”
Himeko blinked. “Sick?”
“She locked herself in her room,” said Caelus. “She hasn’t come out in a long time… that’s unlike her, isn’t it?”
“Ah, yes,” said Himeko. “Well…”
“Do you know something?” Caelus pressed. “M-Maybe she, I don’t know—maybe one of the researchers spilled a chemical near her, or maybe she experienced serious motion sickness, or—!”
“Hey now, calm down,” said Himeko, resting her hands on the Trailblazer’s shoulders. “Easy does it, dear. March 7th is fine—I assure you.”
“Really?” asked Caelus. “How do you know?”
Himeko pulled back, smiling secretively. “Well,” she said, “maybe you didn’t notice, but she carried something back to the Express with her. It was a gift box from Asta.”
“A gift box?” asked Caelus. He saw nothing like that. Was it really that small?
Himeko nodded. “March 7th and Asta have been bonding lately, over shopping, of all things. I suppose it was only a matter of time before Asta introduced March 7th to her favorite websites. Well,” said Himeko, “I saw Asta urge something into March 7th’s hands. She took it straight to her room, and she hasn’t been outside since.”
“Huh…”
Needless to say, the Trailblazer was immensely curious.
“What do you think it is?” he asked.
“I couldn’t say. Except…”
“Except…?”
Himeko held her hands behind her back, and she grinned. “If she hasn’t come out of her room in this long, I think it’s something girls her age might really… enjoy. Understand?”
Caelus frowned. “Not really.”
“Hmm~ well, Caelus, I think our dear March 7th isn’t sick, at least. Even girls like her need a bit of alone time. If you’re feeling this lonely,” said Himeko, “perhaps you’d like to join me for some coffee in my room instead?”
“No,” said Caelus.
“…eh?” Now it was Himeko’s turn to sag her shoulders. “Such a curt response…”
“I’m going to check on March 7th!” said Caelus—and before the Express’ benefactor could stop him, he shot off like a bullet toward the parlor car’s exit.
That just left Himeko standing stock still, pouting and shooting a frustrated glance toward Dan Heng—who pretended he never heard a thing.
That was how Caelus found himself standing in front of March 7th’s room door.
Again.
He knocked before and received no answer. He knocked again some time after that, and still, no response. Suddenly, Caelus wondered if maybe Himeko was wrong. If maybe…
If maybe something had happened to March 7th while he wasn’t looking.
If everything was fine and dandy, wouldn’t March at least say so?
It boggled the mind—or at least Caelus’ mind—that she could be so quiet and gone.
The Trailblazer raised his fist before delivering a few firm knocks against the polished wood of March 7th’s door. He knocked loud enough that she could hear him—or so he thought—but despite that, there was no answer.
Maybe I should … take a peek inside…?
He gulped as he considered it. While it was true, he had a habit of digging into places he probably shouldn’t…
…something about entering now felt wrong somehow. It was as though an aura of uncertainty had encapsulated him. Even so, he worried about his…
…his partner.
Another stern knock. He was getting desperate now. He just wanted to know if she was okay. She would tell him if something was wrong, right? It only made sense, given how close they’d become. She hadn’t even sent him a message—and the Trailblazer certainly checked his phone three times an hour.
Or maybe I should give her space after all …?
Then, all of a sudden…
A sound.
A noise.
A… groan.
Had he heard that right?
Caelus pressed his ear to the door, mouth agape. Confirming his suspicions, he heard it again. There was no doubt about it. That was March 7th.
“Oooh…”
And she was…
“Ohhh… oh, yessss…”
March 7th was…!
“Fuck… God, yes… Caelus…”
Oh, shit.
Caelus took a step back with an anxious gulp. He could feel his face become as hot as a star. No two ways about it—March 7th had definitely moaned his name just now.
Throwing caution to the wind, the Trailblazer, trying (and failing) to keep his fingers from shaking so much, gently—ever-so-gently—slid the door open. Just a crack.
A silent slide.
She wouldn’t notice… right?
He was right. March 7th certainly hadn’t noticed. In fact, when Caelus saw the bubbly girl lying in bed, he immediately realized why she’d been so inattentive.
March 7th was naked. The girl was in a deep, tight-holding reverie, eyes sealed shut while she—and Caelus leaned in to confirm it for himself—pumped a sex toy in and out of her puffy, pink, soaking-wet pussy.
All the air left Caelus’ body at once. He nearly gasped, and he covered his mouth to stifle it. All he could do, here and now, was watch as March toyed with herself.
As March… masturbated right before his eyes.
Upon closer inspection, she was wearing headphones, and the headgear was plugged into her phone. Whatever she was listening to, it filled her with enough pleasure to curl her little toes.
Although, that wasn’t the only thing that was filling March 7th.
Caelus had, of course, seen nothing like it before. It was a dildo, of course, but it was stark white with glowing blue lights, and it pulsed assertively in March 7th’s hand. This kind of thing could only have come from the Herta Space Station. It had that aesthetic about it. Also, the toy was enormous. In fact, to call it a toy might do it a disservice.
Holy shit, thought Caelus. March …
He watched with rapt attention as she took every inch of the mean-looking dildo; she pumped it in and out, back and forth, over and over again. The entire time, March 7th kept her eyes closed while she blushed beet red, mouth fallen open into a wide O-shape as she masturbated. She pumped the toy in and out of her pussy with such fervor that Caelus could hear it now.
Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!
“Fuuuuuck~ oh, my God, Caelus,” March moaned. “Yeah~ keep talking…”
Keep … talking…?
And then it dawned on the Trailblazer. She was listening to his voice. It also explained why it was his name she was moaning. The mystery was solving itself before his very eyes.
Even so, he was transfixed. He couldn’t move, because he was enchanted, and he was enchanted because March 7th was so beautiful. Now more than ever.
In the light of her personal room—the soft orange glow of her decorative stringed bulbs, as well as the celestial galaxy lamp above the girl’s head—Caelus could see just how busy March was in here. The poor girl’s body was dripping with sweat, and her bed was covered in countless stains of various shapes and sizes, not unlike the stars and constellations just beyond the Express’ windows.
If Caelus took just a single step inside, there would be no doubt that the smell would hit him all at once. Even now, his olfactory sensors were teased with mere fleeting glimpses of that stench. The smell of sweat; of single-player passion.
Passion for him.
“March,” he whispered—only to say her name at all. Fortunately, she didn’t hear him. She was still in her own little world, moaning and writhing in bed while chanting the man’s name, and shoving that toy in as deep as it could go.
She must have been going at it since she got back to the Express. All signs pointed to a very pent-up March 7th who was trying to fuck herself stupid. Caelus watched as her breathing became ragged and picked up in tempo. He saw the light sparkling of her hot, wet body beneath her twinkling lights. He saw the perfect swell of her chest, and the bright pink nipples that seemed deliciously stiff, perched atop her creamy, gelatinous mounds…
The Trailblazer had half a mind to interrupt this. To step in, in place of that toy of hers. Asta’s parting gift from the station. Suddenly, Caelus wondered if Asta provided March 7th with all those samples of his voice, too. It wasn’t beyond the scope of possibility for Herta’s lead researcher to strike a deal with the Express’ ever-helpful, always-bubbly passenger.
“Fuck me, Caelus,” she moaned, digging the toy in faster, and sterner still. “Fuck me, please, please fuck me, Caelus… Nngh, shove that f-fat cock inside my—!”
He wanted to. He wanted to so terribly take her here and now .
Caelus’ cock throbbed in his pants. He glanced down and winced at the size of his own erection, suddenly wondering if he should just cut his losses and…
…and just like that, March 7th came.
It happened so suddenly that Caelus gasped and stumbled backwards. The girl shrieked with pleasure as she jammed the immense dildo deep in her snatch before yanking it back out, shivering intensely as she squirted out an absolute mess of glistening girlcum.
She was like a sprinkler now, staining her poor lavender sheets with more of those delightful dark stars and constellations. Her eyes were screwed shut as she made a mess between her thighs, whimpering, moaning, and above all begging for Caelus to ruin her.
Then, all at once, March 7th collapsed onto her bed. Her sweaty, bare chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, eyes half-closed and heavy with her rapture.
“Caelus,” she mumbled, drooling and dizzy. “Cae… lus…”
March 7th let out a pathetic whine. Even after all this time spent in her room, one would think she would at last be satisfied with this.
They would be sorely mistaken. March 7th was not satisfied. Far from it.
“Caelus,” she whimpered again, this time casting her gaze to the door of her room.
The door was slightly open.
. . .
The door was slightly open?!
March 7th gasped, falling out of bed before stumbling over to close her door. There was no one in the hallway—she’d brazenly stuck her neck out to check—and, confirming that the coast was clear, March shut the door anxiously before returning to her activities.
Perhaps she was confused about the door’s sudden opening. Perhaps she wondered just who might have seen her—if someone had seen her at all.
Caelus didn’t know. He was too busy hiding and covering his erection to even think properly. The Trailblazer had escaped by the skin of his teeth. Somehow, he didn’t get caught.
With a quiet sigh, Caelus kept himself pressed against the wall at the end of the hallway, just around the bend. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something—anything—that he could do or say in this situation.
All he could think about, however, was March 7th. The breathless way she chanted his name, like a mantra. The way she pumped that thick toy in and out of her glistening honey pot. How she stained her bedsheets in a glorious spritz of lust. How she…
“HEY!”
Caelus nearly jumped out of his skin. To say the exclamation nearly gave him a heart attack was a gross understatement.
He looked down.
It was Pom-Pom.
And Pom-Pom was nonplussed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” they asked. “Pom-Pom was about to check on things, and then Pom-Pom saw you hiding! Are you up to some mischief on the Astral Express?!”
Caelus raised his hands to decline frantically, and in the process, nearly poked Pom-Pom’s eye out with the massive tent in his pants.
Pom-Pom looked straight ahead at Caelus’ bulge.
To the Trailblazer’s surprise, Pom-Pom could only shake their head with stern disapproval.
“Don’t get any big ideas on my train, buster! Pom-Pom isn’t letting you turn the Astral Express into an adult playground! For the record: Pom-Pom is taken!”
Caelus opened his mouth to defend himself—but it was all for naught. From the conductor’s point of view, the Trailblazer was nothing more than a hormonal degenerate.
Pom-Pom turned on his paw before walking away with a scoff.
“No more flirting with Pom-Pom—you got it?! And for the record… Pom-Pom’s is bigger!”