jax and pony: A Journey Through Mystery, Adventure, and Discovery

Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and jax and pony. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “jax and pony” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see jax and pony come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “jax and pony, jax and pony, fuck, jax and pony!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “jax and pony” release.