by Jonesly
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“I'm not too sure of this Tia,” Twilight Sparkle said. “My research told me that jet streams can be unpredictable and a little dangerous.”
“Nonsense Twilight, we're adults. Jet streams are dangerous only for the young and weak fliers. For those of us with fully developed wings, they are perfectly safe. Plus, they are incredibly fun.” Celestia was standing by Twilight on a cloud high above Equestria.
Twilight looked over the edge of the cloud then cautiously took flight, Tia following shortly behind. As they dropped into the jetstream, Celestia started lecturing.
“You see Twilight, all you have to do is feel with your wing as you allow the jet stream to push you. Much like a wave in the....” Celestia suddenly cut off as a vicious downwind slapped her out of the jet stream. She screamed as her flight path became wildly erratic, spiraling, looping madly out of control. With a ridiculously loud **FWOOOMP** Celestia face planted into a cloud. She lay there, unmoving.
Twilight gasped and dived after her, “Don't be dead, don't be dead, OH PLEASE don't be dead.” She landed with her own **pomf** next to her lover and found Celestia shaking. She reached out gingerly only to jump in shock as Tia burst into laughter.
“BWAHAHAHAHA! That's the funnest part!” Celestia cackled, “You've got to let it smack you around too, losing all control, it's exhilarating!”
“Celestia! You scared the fluffy nougat out of me!” Twilight sniffled a little before punching Tia in the shoulder. “Don't do that.”
“I'm sorry, but you have got to try it! When you turn the jet stream into the jet scream, by Celestia's Beard it's fun.” Tia waggled her eyebrows at Twilight until the smaller mare cracked up as well. Tia leaned in towards her, pursing her lips for a kiss, moments before their lips met, she paused and whispered, “Tag, you're it!” Then she pecked Twilight softly and took off for the jet stream.
“Get back here!” Twilight shouted and took off in hot pursuit. The two played a laughing game of tag falling in and out of control around the jet stream.
Far below the madly giggling mares, a rainbow topped head looked up from the cloud she was napping on. “Amateurs,” she scoffed.
A dark blue wing reached over and pulled her in tight against the larger pony sharing the cloud with her. “Hush thou, lest we disrupt their fun.”