(I'm sorry folks... My postings a bit erratic, because of College. I'll try to wrap this up, though... to keep things from getting more off track.)<br/><br/>Luna finds a rather distinct clue... an open window in the compartment. The train has stopped after GC paniced about the missing passengers... And the conductor points out an abandoned turn off on the nearby tracks.<br/><br/>Her alicorn sight might reveal an unmarked boxcar train there...<br/><br/>0000000<br/><br/>(Ah, sorry about making things so awkward G-brony... this little scene got a bit bigger than I thought it would be. I'll take over and finish things up. Feel free to write reaction posts though, I'll try to be descriptive!)<br/><br/>Jon would hear the changeling who has him in it's stomach ask, incredulously:<br/><br/>"Aren't you scared? We're about to have relentless sex with you... you know, scary insect ponies want your emotions?"<br/><br/>he would hear Carmel chuckle in a low, worrying voice.<br/><br/>"Scared? Oh baby...<span style="font-style: italic">this is what I <span style="font-weight: bold">live</span> for</span>."<br/><br/>There's a humm of magic, and gasps fill the air. Jon can feel the changelings stomach clench, then loosen, and begin trembling.<br/><br/>"Now..." Carmel purrs. "Do you want to take turns, or shall we throw rules out the window?"<br/><br/>00000<br/><br/>What happened to Jon next was a bit of a blurr... it's hard to see in the dark, even after he got pushed, or was it squeezed out of the changelings stomach. He was covered in slime, but only a little tired. Somehow he'd been plucked out of the... well, orgy.<br/><br/>All he could see was a tangle of limbs, with a chourus of moans, estatic screams, and other fleshy noises. It seemed like the very room was rocking, swaying back and forth.<br/><br/>Some how, a door to the side of the room had gotten kicked open slightly, revealing sunlight outside. If he peaked through, he might see an abandoned loading dock. Apparently, he's in an boxcar...<br/><br/>"S-so full..." a changeling buzzes weakly.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Not finished with yooooooou...</span>" sing-song's Carmel's familiar voice, if in a worrying tone.<br/>"no... no, no no no~oooohoOOOoo<span style="font-style: italic">OOooOO</span>~"<br/><br/>Jon can smell the sex in the air... it's nigh overpowering. The tangle of changeling bodies and orgasmic sounds seems to be rolling slowly around the car... he might want to leave if he doesn't want to get pulled back in.