Ally

The train slowed to a crawl and the crowd outside began to shift as everyone tried to correctly anticipate where the doors would end up. There was no possible doubt anymore as to the similar splashes of pink, white, olive and black in almost each silhouette: clothes ripped open around female erogenous zones was completely uniform. Suddenly the inspector's attitude made sense. And now dozens of individuals who likely shared her inexplicable disdain of modesty were about to get on board. Meanwhile, her compartment mate hurried over.

"Are you seeing this?" he cried, "What in the blazes is going on?"

"Too right I see it," she said.

"Who's tripping now?"

"Search me, I'm as clueless as you..."

"Really? You were pretty nonchalant about that woman back there. Is this how you people live up on the surface? We know you think we're rats but your lot must be crazy as coots..!"

"All right shut it!" Charlotte jerked forward and grabbed the man by the arm, pulling him to sit by her. The train was stationary, any moment the doors would open. "Just a hunch," she said, "I reckon it's you and me what are freaks now. Maybe if you'd paid attention to Red Top's pretty voice instead of her bosoms, you'd've noticed too. All she didn't do was call me a damn prude."

After a loud beeping sound the passenger doors hissed open and the inflow of spectacularly immodest travelers began. The carriage filled up almost completely. Only the two spaces ahead and behind Charlotte and the Burrowsman remained unoccupied, although people remained standing. Several men appeared simply not bothered about staying upright. But one woman visibly chose not to approach for a different reason. She bore an ugly natural countenance, and the deathly venom she shot at Charlotte through her eyes couldn't be mistaken for anything but revulsion. This lady had little substance on her chest to offer any distraction, so even the Burrowsman was able to pick up on her attitude.

Moments later the imminent departure warning sounded and the doors closed again. But within the last second a young woman jumped inside, her bouncing bosoms tracing circles with each nipple. She leaned on one of the metal support beams panting, but it slipped straight through her fingers when the train jolted forwards. Her stumbling fall led her straight into the arms of another passenger. That should have been the end of it. Charlotte was only watching because the doors made a distinctive whining noise when the motion sensors and the automated closing command came into conflict. But just as she turned away the situation escalated tenfold.

Still catching her breath, the young woman took a strong liking to the stranger whose strong hands held her steady. He was a tall, dark man, well built around the shoulders and with a full, jet black beard. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, she reached up, hung herself from his neck and flattened her body against his. They locked lips, and when the train slowed its acceleration to cruising speed, the couple were quietly but unmistakably joined in the flesh, and all with only one party needing to remove any clothing. The girl moaned into her new lover's kiss, to which he answered in a single grunt of pleasure as he slid in and out of her below.

Unthinkingly Charlotte raised fingers to her cheek to find it burning hot. She blushed doubly when she noticed that somebody was staring at her now, while blushing.

"Harold," said the Burrowsman as she tore her gaze from across the carriage. "My name's Harold."

"Charlotte," she said, and pinched the bridge of her nose again. "Be more quiet..."

"Do you think they know each other?"

"I dunno," she muttered, "I'm hoping we are tripping after all."

"You're sure this isn't some yearly religious thing you people do that we don't?"

“Hey, I'm not from here, OK?” she protested, “I really have no clue what all this is about. And there's no reason to think it hasn't reached the um, Burrows.”

Harold slumped in his seat. "What are we going to do?"

"Dunno."

"My wife is in there," he said.

Charlotte lifted her head from her hands. "You don't sound too happy about that. Didn't you fancy Red Top's titties? They were very nice..."

"I can't help that," he hissed, "But what if some other man wants her? Can I say no? Can she say no? What about you? Can you say no?"

She sighed. "I didn't imagine it would go this far. But you're right, we need a plan. I assume you have telephones down in those caves?"

"Sure, hang on a second." He fumbled through his pockets and fished out a battered block of plastic. It unfolded and went "beep!"

After exchanging contact information they agreed to keep dead silent. Their conversation, although hushed, had not escaped the notice of that one lady with the lacklustre bust. Her stare of disapproval had only intensified throughout.

Another suburb appeared ahead, and the train slowed for its second stop, with dozens yet to come. Few entered the carriage from the platforms, as it must have been obvious how packed it was. However a handful of people came through from other wagons. Charlotte saw them shuffling awkwardly at the other end of the aisle, and although suspecting the reason, craned her neck to see what was up. The couple were now on the floor, no longer rutting but mutually pleasuring each other orally. For an instant she had a view of the male and his shoulders, face buried in two perfect butt cheeks and pouring love into the flesh between them. How he ate that pussy with reckless abandon and without a care who might see or have to manoeuvre by, it was difficult to believe this stunt wasn't years of trust and build-up in the making. The thought materialized even if only to be angrily cast aside, but maybe, if you could take just what you wanted, then she could have similar service for herself.

All right Harold, here's my idea. We ride to the City as normal and go our separate ways. Maybe it's only the suburbs that have gone off the rails (got it?) and everybody else is fine. Write to me when you know how things are down your end. I'll do the same. If you get put on the spot, try to play along, diffuse the situation. Don't say anything but what you're expected to. Good luck.