[Plones] Kinky Airliner

=============Writing Prompt========

>airliners develop a giantess fetish, once no longer taking passengers, they pay people to go inside them.
>people are somewhat weirded out by the moaning but too afraid to ask.

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>"I want you inside me."
"Come again?"
>You had seen plane ponies hungry before but this was something vastly different.
>A sliver of oil spilled from her mouth and she wiped a foreleg across it.
>"I need you to give me an inspection of my cabin.
"I don't know."
>"I'll even pay you for your time," she added hastily.
"I... guess I could do that."
>She licked her lips.
>"I was hoping you'd say that."
>You weren't given the courtesy of more than being snapped up as fast as possible.
>You quickly find yourself inside.
>"Go on," the voice from outside said.
>You looked around for some kind of trap but found nothing out of the ordinary.
>It looked like it could use a mild cleanup on the center aisle floor but that was all that stood out.
>Except for one thing.
>How glaringly empty it was except for you.
>You start forward, still suspicious.
"Can you even feel this?"
>She answered with a throaty groan and the entire aircraft tilted into a slant down towards the back of the plone.
>"Deeper~" the voice moaned with enough volume to rattle the inside of the cabin.
>Hesitantly, you continued down the line.
>It reached a crescendo and the clicking of every luggage compartment popping open at the same time flooded the space.
>"N-now go into coach."
>You walk the aisles, trying hard to ignore the shudders and creaks that rattle the fuselage.
>An especially hard jerk to the side makes you cling to a seat to steady yourself.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
>You stumble backwards towards the front when she suddenly slams her front downwards and her tail section up.
>Was that the distant clank of the hatch locking?
>"Nnf, better use the rear entrance."
"Level out!"
>"I want to feel you climb."
>You claw your way towards the back escape hatch.
>The cabin rocks forward and backward to her thrusting to an unheard rhythm.
>You manage to grab onto the lavatory door for support when an earth-shattering moan drowns out your panting.
>The oxygen masks pop down over the seats.
>Your senses are eclipsed by a rattle that courses through the body of the aircraft.
>A violent shudder that makes you lose your grip.
>The rear slams down as well, throwing you towards the front of the plane.
>You more roll than tumble back a few rows, latching on to a passenger seat.
>Above it all, a great moan of satisfaction as the tail pitches back upwards and the hull groans as the body bends as much as it can.
>The shimmies slow and you grab for a handhold in the next row.
>Everything becomes still for a time, only the gentlest, meek rocking up and down of her rear as she rides out the afterglow.
>The rear exit door is just ahead!
>Her panting echoes in the otherwise empty hangar space, mirrored by your own fight to reach the end of the wild ride.
>You move faster now, eager for escape.
>She doesn't seem to notice your progress over her own pants in the aftermath.
>You put your hand on the exit latch when it locks.
>You try to pry it back open but it refuses to budge.
>"Let me catch my breath," the voice coos.
>The cabin whirs to life with air flow.
>She's pressurizing.
>You try to struggle with the door when her hips suddenly hitch upwards in a jolt to shake you loose.
>Your grip slips as she does it a second time.
>You come to a stop, grabbing on to the back row of seats for support as the cabin continues to pump air inside.
>The panting is dull now against the hiss of air.
>She stands up to her full height in the hangar and you take advantage of the moment to dash forward for the door.
>As you do another reverberation rolls through the air frame accompanied by a happy groan.
>"Round two already? I'm still tender."
"No, just let me out, you got your kicks!"
>The door absolutely refuses to give way and another shock rattles you as you continue to fondle the handle.
>"Ah, hah. I think you're a keeper," you hear outside.
>You give the latch your all but the mechanisms refuse to budge in the slightest.
>"Keep... keep going. You're all mine now."
>This can't be happening.
>You rush for the window and start to bang on them but you only receive another hitch that knocks you to the floor.
>The plane starts to thrust back and forth again with gusto.
>"Wow, s-so p-persistent."
>You fight your way forward for the exit above the wings as the jostling movements try their best to impede you.
>The air vents sputter as the airliner lets the pleasure take her.
>Sealed shut.
>Unbreakable without some kind of assistance.
>They made plane ponies tough.
>She flops to the ground with another happy moan but you keep moving.
>Have to stay on your feet.
>Something that she obviously agrees with.
>"U-unf. A-again!?" she weakly mumbles.
>If you can beat her to an exit, maybe you can get out.
>She lurches back up with her hips, tail high in the air to send you to the ground with a grunt.
>You find yourself getting more efficient, preempting some of her moves as you clamber back up to your feet.
>You ungracefully hit the front door and find it unyielding.
>"P-please," she cries as you try to strong arm the handle in the off chance she'll lose the battle.
>Back to the other side again.
>"D-don't stop," she calls over the thump of your shoes on the flooring.
>Desperation kicks in and panic rules your brain.
>"One more," the voice urges.
>You reach each door again and find nothing that gives way.
>She rises up, tensing again.
>Out of the corner of your eye you can see the flaps wiggle in anticipation, the turbines begin to turn, and all of her body wracked with pleasure.
>You feel a falling sensation as she lets out one last cry.
>Now there is no movement.
>You've been running back and forth, stumbling and tumbling around for the better part of half an hour.
>You have a few minor bruises from the rough treatment, but the door next to you finally unlatches as she tries to recover.
>She waits for you to get out but the aching of your body urges you to stay down.
>Over heavy, hot breaths you can hear her say one last thing.
>"I like it when they're as worn out as I am."