Button's mom

	“Huhh…” Came a noise from the mare across the aisle from you. She clearly needed to sneeze. You had been watching her rub her nose for a while now, and this just proved it. Her head tilted back slightly, but the sneeze seemed to have gone away. You turned your head, so she wouldn’t catch you staring, but you kept watching her through the corner of your eye.

	She was an older mare, with a light brown coat and darker brown hair. She was traveling with her son, a little black foal whose eyes were glued to a handheld game. You guessed that she was in her mid-thirties. She looked like she had put on some weight at some point; she had an enormous rump, which was not exactly well-toned. However, her waist was relatively small, so perhaps she had been exercising recently. Certainly, this mare was no model, but something about her natural beauty turned you on even more.

	“How much longer until we’re there…?” The foal asked, in a tone that suggested he didn’t care what the answer was.

	“About fifteen minutes.” His mother replied.

	Shit. You had assumed that the pair was traveling to Canterlot, like you, but it seemed as if they were stopping in Ponyville. She might not sneeze in fifteen minutes… But you needed that sneeze. Your erection throbbed, imagining it. That mare was going to sneeze for you, whether she liked it or not. You fished a vial out of your bag, looking around.

	The train was pretty empty, and nopony seemed to be paying attention. You didn’t have time for discretion, or to think up some cunning plan. So, you dumped a bit of the blue powder onto your hoof, and then turned to the mare and blew, aiming for her face. No one on the train seemed the wiser.

	The mare’s mouth fell open, and her nostrils began to flare. She raised a hoof to her nose and began to rub. “Huhh… Huuhh… HUHH…”

	The sneeze slipped away from her again, and you sighed. If she was able to hold it in, then not much of the powder hit its mark. Sure enough, a double sneeze rang out from beside her. “Aatchoo! Aaachoo!”

	“Bless you.” The mare said to her son. You didn’t care beans about his sneeze, you needed to see hers. You poured a larger amount of powder onto your hoof, not even bothering to look around before you exhaled.

	“Huhh.. HUHH… Huhhuhh!” Bingo. The mare was rubbing her nose, but you knew that your sneezing powder was almost impossible to resist. Her mouth was open, and her tongue was pressed into her lower lip. Her nostrils flared behind her hoof, which fell away from her nose and began to fan in front of her face. “HUHH!”

	“Bless you!” Her kid said. Her eyes squinted, and her hoof stopped fanning, instead returning to rubbing at her nose.

	“Th-thanks…” She said, absently. Damn that kid! How were you going to get this mare to sneeze? “Button, cuh… Could you be a dear and Uhh… HUHH… run to the bathroom and get suhh… Some toilet paper. M-mommy needs to blow her nose…”

	Her son obliged, although he didn’t look happy about it. With Button out of the way, you acted quickly, taking your handkerchief out of your bag and dunking it into the vial, and then giving it a shake to get the bigger crystals off. You got up. and walked over to the mare. “Do you need to borrow my handkerchief, miss?”

	She looked a little surprised, but she took it from you all the same. No doubt, the sneezing powder from earlier had got to her and she desperately wanted it out. You wanted to laugh aloud from the irony. “Huuh… How kind of you.”

	The mare draped the handkerchief over her hoof, and pushed it into her nose, blowing loudly. Without lifting the handkerchief, she began to rub at her nose. You could tell by her face that her nose was itching badly, and rubbing it sure wasn’t helping. Not with that handkerchief.

	“Sniff…” The mare sniffled, and you knew she was done for. Her face pulled away from the handkerchief, her head tilting back. Her eyelashes fluttered shut, and she began to gasp for air. “HUHH… Huhhuhh… HUHH! HUHH!”

	Engrossed in this mare’s beautiful buildup, you almost didn’t notice that her brat had returned with the toilet paper. He opened his mouth to say something, but you quickly shoved your hoof in. His mother’s lips curled back, and she took a large, shaky breath. “HUHHUHHUHH!”

	“HUUUTCHHH!” She sneezed into the handkerchief, bending forwards on the seat until her head almost touched her legs. You were in heaven. She pulled away from the handkerchief, her mouth falling open. “HUHH! HUHH!”

	You released her kid. Let him try to distract his mother from a sneeze like that. He scurried onto the seat beside her, placing his front hooves on her shoulder and talking into her ear. “Bless you mom! Bless you! …Mom?”

	“HHUUUURRRUMMPPHH!-hoo…” The mare sneezed again, muffled by the handkerchief. A small blue puff exuded from the cloth, and she seemed to notice it, handing the handkerchief back to you wordlessly. Oh well, it had done its job. You returned to your seat, still watching the sneezy mare. She grabbed the toilet paper from her son, holding it out to catch another sneeze. “HHUUURRUUUSSHH!-hhooo… Huhh… HUHH…”

	“Bless you!” The kid said. It seemed as if he was doing it on purpose. His mother looked at him slightly, attempting to speak.

	“Nuhh… Not… Not now Buhh… BUHH… Button. Muhh-Mommy’s HUHH… HUHH! HUHHUH! Mommy’s guhh! GOTTA!” Her hoof fanned rapidly in front of her face, her eyes glazing over and rolling back. She drew in three quick breaths, and then exploded. “HUHH! HUUHH! HUHHH! HHHUUUURRUUUUTTCHHH!-Hooooo… Sneeze…”

	“Uhh… HUHH… HUHH! HHUUUUUURRSHH!-hooo….” The mare sneezed again, bending double and reducing the toilet paper to shreds. She began rubbing her nose furiously. “Huhh… HUHH… HUHH! Huhh… whooo….”

	“Next stop: Ponyville in two minutes.” A voice came over the P.A. Perhaps this mare would grace you with a few more sneezes before then. It was clear from her face that she needed to. Her nostrils were flaring erratically, and her eyes had a faraway look.

	“Huhh… HUUHH…” She began, her hoof fanning in front of her face.

	Her kid sat up. “Bless you!”

	“HUHH… Thank you Buhh… Button…” She said absentmindedly, rubbing her flaring nostrils. The two grabbed their bags and stood up, ready to get off the train. You half considered going with them, but the mare seemed to be a bit suspicious of you, and for good reason. “HUHH…”

	“HUUHH… Huhh!” The mare was facing away from you, but her head began to tilt back until you could see her flaring nostrils and squinted eyes.

	“Bless you!” Her kid said, but it didn’t seem to phase her. “Bless you, mommy!”

	“HUHH… HUUHH! HUHHUH!” She continued, her hoof fanning in front of her face. She took a large gasp, and from your vantage point you could see the exact moment that she went over the edge, that the sneeze became too much for her nose to handle. Her mouth opened a bit wider, and her hoof stopped fanning. “HUUURRRRRRUUUUUUHHHHTTIIIISSSH-HOOOOO!”

	The mare exploded, bending over at the waist. Her tail shot up, revealing her pink marehood between two jiggling thighs. It was a terrific sight to behold, if only for a few seconds. The train rolled to a halt as she quickly corrected herself, blushing. “C’mon Button, let’s go.”