Pepper took me on a high rise tour down the Pool and Spa cars' corridor, passing by the windowed walls overlooking the facilities' warm, glowing comfort against the dark night in the windows to our left. It got harder to keep still and safe with her breasts rocking back and forth against either side of me, but Pepper stayed just as nonchalant as ever, whistling a content tune rather than give me a clue to where she was headed.
It was when she passed the vestibule into the dining car that she stopped walking, taking a moment to observe the modern decor. A minimal army of lights hung from the ceiling, only keeping the room lit up by the tables against dark, hardwood walls on top of black carpeting, but the bar in the center acted as the nucleus of the carriage's illumination by the colorful bottles of alcohol shone from behind. Pepper's snout turned the way towards a blue "vacant seating!" hologram glowing above the empty waiter's desk, and she obeyed, walking through the standing tables to a seventy-scaled booth along the wall.
Even as spaced apart as the table and its benches were, her stomach was still wedged into by the lip of the table as she slid into her seat, but a motor's whirring buzzed under her ass, massaging the lower half of my body as the chair and table adjusted to fit her size. She hummed, retrieving her tablet to type away a few impressed words.
With the world still again, I spun my head around at the few heads in the dining car. Aside from the nameless guests wandering about for a midnight meal, the only body I could recognize was the blue filled tank of Amy, but she was standing too far for me to wave her down.
Oh, god, help me...please...
Then Amy's head leaned back at a shadowed figure trudging her way. She beamed, but I was well more elated moments later when I recognized more of the brown, gray feathers covering her bulbous body.
"Hi, Dana! What're you up to?"
"Hey, Amy...listen, did Nathan just walk around here, by any chance?"
"Haven't seen him. Why?"
"Oh, we were just working ticket duty in the dome car, but..."
Dana's ashamed mumbling became too quiet for me to make out anything else.
"Dana! Over here!" I whispered, but my despair driven theory was proven wrong, as she kept looking down around the ground with squinty eyes. I willed every nerve of my brain for her to move my way, to steer the path of her footsteps towards my end of the car as she zigzagged around the dining arrangements.
It was just a minute later that god decided to throw me a bone, and Dana noticed that Pepper was here, to her surprise. Now she made a full attempt to come towards our table, adjusting her glasses, but the clearing of her sight on the Tapir that she froze in place, eyes wide and frozen in terror on her bustline.
As slow as I possibly could, I rose an arm, waggling my fingers her way.
Her eyes broke away from me and darted around, landing on a stack of menus on a food cart. She swiped one off the top, then fully stomped our way, forcing the biggest waiter smile I'd ever seen. "Why, Miss Hongo, what brings you here?"
"Hm?" Pepper's eyes raised just a notch from her tablet. "Weren't you working at the dome car?"
"Well, I'd actually just been transferred to waiter duty! Anything you'd like to drink?"
"Hm..." Pepper's head turned away from the tablet and to the menu that she took from Dana's hand, making me a safeguard along her breasts thousands of times better than the tablet. "I think I'll start off with an orange serene."
"Of course, now, if you'll just excuse me..." Dana began flapping her wings and, despite some dozens of tons that should've made it impossible, rose up from the ground and hovered over the lip of the table, stretching a wing over to pinch at the corner of a framed painting on the wall. "...that painting's a bit crooked, so you just...read the menu...and..."
With the chins flowing from her neck coming closer and closer, Dana opened her beak as she maneuvered it towards the back of my shirt, only enough for her to weave the tip into the back of my collar...