> Windy Skies
>  by MadMaxtheBlack
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> Touch Down
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You stare around the terminal with wide eyes, your jaw hanging open. 

Beneath you, your hooves sink into the white fluffy clouds up to your fetlocks. Normally, you’d have fallen straight through them at this point—being an Earth pony and all. However, the silver amulet currently hanging around your neck thankfully prevents this. It glows softly, imbued with a simple cloud-walking charm.

You take in the breathtaking sights around you as the rest of the passengers disembark the airship. A low murmur fills the air as the herd of ponies venture further into the terminal, where they begin to disperse. They chat happily with one another, some moving off to pick up their luggage while others hurry off to try and catch connecting flights. A few even head towards the small food court to grab a quick bite to eat.

It’s painfully obvious on first glance that there are very few non-pegasi present in the crowd, or in the station itself for that matter. They fly by over head, effortlessly soaring through the air as they head off towards Celestia only knows where. In fact, besides yourself, you can only pick out a hoofful of non-flying ponies nearby.

There are three unicorn fillies gossiping excitedly together as they make their way towards the other end of the port. Dressed in fancy school uniforms, it’s clear that they are from some private school in Canterlot. Probably on vacation or something. 

An Earth pony stallion sits alone at one of the tables outside a small cafe, drinking in silence as he stares down at the table. He looks a little worse for wear, but that just might mean he got off of a red-eye flight. 

And lastly, a pair of griffons study a nearby map of the area, conversing in their own harsh, screech language.

In awe, you slowly turn in place, trying to take in everything. The station is like nothing you’ve ever seen before! Massive columns of cloud loom high overhead, holding the ceiling aloft. Banners of rainbow light flow between the pillars, twisting and turning around the solid clouds like ribbons. In the center of the station is a fountain that is spewing liquid rainbow into the air in a shower of color. A few pegasi roost upon the lip of the pool, as well as at the few tables surrounding it. A few are sleeping, and one or two appear to be snacking on something, but for the most part all of them seem to be waiting for another flight.

Not you though—you are most definitely at your destination.

Suddenly, a loud air horn sounds off right behind you, pulling you from your daze. The airship you just got off of slowly begins to rise into the air again. Twin propellers slowly roar to life, pushing the bulbous ship forward. You watch it float out of sight before turning and moving further into the station.

A pair of heavy dual-saddlebags shift about on your back as you walk, causing you to sink into the clouds. You have no fear though—the purple glow from the amulet signals that the charm on it is still active. Magic might be a complete unknown to you, but you trust your dad completely, and he is the one that enchanted the amulet.

If he says that the spell won’t fail during your stay, you believe him.

It was your parents that originally decided that you should leave Canterlot while the city was being cleaned and restored from the Changeling Invasion. Your house was located in the Middle District, and while it hadn’t suffered the worst of the damage, there was still enough to be fairly inconvenient. Rubble clumped up the streets, and several blocks were still without power or water. Clean-up crews were still hard at work, but due to the insistence of the nobility, the Upper District was receiving most—if not all—of the attention at the moment.

That had been an inconvenience for your family, with both of your parents in the Guard. Luckily, they didn’t work on the day of the Invasion, but they had been working almost nonstop every day since. 

With your dad in the Solar Guard and your mom in the Lunar, they tried to alternate shifts at home. Most of their off time was spent sleeping though. With double shifts as the norm, it was not uncommon to have a zombie parent stumble home and collapse onto the couch without even taking off their armor first. 

Not that you minded the lack of attention; you’d usually just draw silently next to whichever parents was currently passed out at the given time.

It appeared that your parents cared though. After about a week of this, your mom sat you down and informed you that they’d feel more comfortable with you out of the city during the restorations.

“We can’t be there to watch you all the time, hon,” she had said. “Both of us would feel better knowing you were safe elsewhere. At least until all the excitement has calmed down and things get back to normal.”

It made sense when you thought about it—while the threat from the changelings might have diminished, there were several cases of theft and looting from within the city almost every day.

You originally thought that you’d be going to stay with your grandparents in Van Hoover, but apparently they had taken an extended vacation to see the world one last time before they settled down for good and enjoyed their retirement. Instead, your mom had informed you that you’d be staying with an old friend of hers from school.

The fact that this friend happened to live in their old hometown of Cloudsdale just made it all the more better.

You had never been to Cloudsdale yourself, but you had grown up hearing stories about the city from your mom, though most of them had always seemed vague. Still, these tales had always made you long to see the city in the sky. Unfortunately, with your parents’ weird work schedules, there was never a good opportunity to do so. Plus, your mom always seemed to change the topic whenever you brought up the possibility of visiting. 

That was about to change though. You are going to be staying up in the Cloud City; you’ll be able to see if it really lived up to all the hype.

First though, you need to find your mom’s friend.

Stopping in front of the fountain, you glance around the main terminal again. The station is almost empty now, all the newly-arrived pegasi having dispersed. A few stragglers remain—like the mare currently sleeping on the lip of the fountain, her strawberry mane falling into the multi-hued liquid—but for the most part you are now alone.

You blink before peering around again, you brow beginning to furrow. The port is almost empty now… so where’s your mom’s friend? According to the letter, she’s supposed to pick you up at the station at noon, and it’s currently—you cast a quick glance at the large clock hanging on the wall—a quarter past. So, where is she?

She did know today is the day you were arriving, right?

Sweet Celestia… she didn’t forget, did she?

…

Uh oh.

Ummm...

Casting another glance at the clock, you decide to wait a little while longer, just in case she’s running a little late. If she didn’t show up in another half hour, you’ll just buy a ticket back to Canterlot and explain what happened to your parents. They can then either get a hold of mom’s friend again, or come up with another plan.

Nibbling on your lip, you look up at the clock again. You hope this friend shows up soon; you really, really want to see Cloudsdale up close.

Taking a seat on the edge of fountain, you remove your saddlebags and place them down on the lip beside you. You take a moment to rummage through one of the side pockets, bringing forth a few granola bars that your dad packed you for the trip. 

You snack on one while you wait.

…

As the hour hand slowly nears the one position, you figure it’s about time to go purchase a ticket home. You’ve sat here longer than your originally planned and have seen several airships come and go. Still, no sign of mom’s friend. 

It appears that she’s not coming.

Dejectedly, you get down off the fountain and are in the process of strapping your saddlebags back on when you hear your name shouted out across the terminal. Glancing around, you blink upon see a pegasus mare half flying-half running along as she hurries towards you.

“I’m here! I’m here!” She stumbles as she reaches you, her wings flapping wildly as she attempts to stop herself from face planting. The force sends puffs of cloud scattering into the air. She manages to regain her balance, yet she is still out of breath. Sweat sheens upon her pale blue coat, and you could practically see steam rising off of her extended wings.

How… how fast did she fly here?

As the mare huffs and puffs, you take a moment to look her over. It only takes a glance to confirm that this is indeed the mare your mom described to you before you left. She even has on the yellow-orange Track and Field varsity jacket your mom said she loves. 

“I’m sooo sorry!” she gasps. “I… I would have been here… sooner, but I, ugh… I lost track of the time!” Tilting her head back, she takes in great lungfuls of air. Her mane and coat are disheveled, more evidence of her mad dash to get here.

“Um, are you okay?” you ask, giving the mare a worried look. 

“I’m… I’m fine!” she says, walking in small circles around you. She’s a bit on the small side… at least, smaller than you were expecting. The bottom of her chin barely clears the top of your muzzle, and you’re unsure of which of you weighs more. However, what she lacks in height, she makes up for in other measurements, such as her wingspan. Her muscular wings look almost too big for her body. She has no problem moving them though, fanning herself in an attempt to cool down. Her short tail flicks back and forth as if chasing off invisible flies. 

When she finally manages to compose herself, she gives you a sheepish smile. “Again, I’m so sorry for being late. I meant to be here when you got off the ship, I swear, but I got sidetracked cleaning up the house. One thing led to another and, well… the time just seemed to get away from me.” Lifting a forehoof, she ‘thunk’d the back of her head with it, causing you to wince at the sound the impact made.

“Don’t tell your mother about this,” the mare continues. “I promised her I’d be here on time. If she finds out I was late, I’ll never hear the end of it!” You notice she has a weird way of speaking, drawing out certain words longer than usual. 

Must be a Cloudsdale thing; your mom tends to do that as well whenever she gets angry or frustrated.

“Anyways,” the mare smiles and holds out a hoof. “Hello there! I’m Windy Whistles!” 

You smile as well. Taking her hoof, you return the gesture while introducing yourself.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from your mother,” Windy says, her cerise eyes twinkling. “No doubt she’s told you a little bit about me as well?” 

“A little bit,” you say with a nod of your head.

“Hmmm, nothing too bad, I hope?”

You shake your head. “No, just that I’ll be staying with you for a while?”

“That is indeed the plan!” she chirps happily.

You have to admit, you were initially a little nervous about meeting her, but her energetic personality is making short work of that—you can certainly see why her and your mom were friends back in school.

“You know, I was actually rather surprised when your mother asked me to look after you,” Windy is saying, “but when she told me how much you wanted to see Cloudsdale up close, I just had to say yes. The old pegasi pride wouldn’t allow anything otherwise.” She glances down at your saddlebags. “This all you brought with you?”

“Um, yes?” you answer, uncertain if that’s a good thing or not.

“Perfect!” Windy says. “Well, I’ve got a room all set up and ready for you. It might be a little different than what you’re used to, but it should be comfortable all the same! At least, I hope it is. Shall we go get you settled in?”

“Yes, please!” you say, nodding quickly. Your saddlebags are quite heavy, and while you are eager to see the city, it’d be nice to be able to take them off and not have to worry about them.

“Excellent! Let’s get going then!” Windy turns and begins to head off towards the entrance of the port. 

You move to follow her, only to trip the minute you step off the tiles, your hooves snagging on the clouds.

“Whoops!” Windy gasps, catching you with a wing.

“Sorry,” you mutter as your face reddens. “The, um… clouds.”

This causes Windy to giggle and shake her head. “Yeah, I know it’s a little strange for ponies who aren’t used to walking on them. You have to pick up your hooves a little more than you need to on the ground.”

Glancing down at your hooves, you take a tentative step forward only to wince as the tip your hoof catches on clouds again. You lift it a little higher and manage to take a few steps, though you feel silly—you’re almost lifting your legs up to your chest.

“There you go, champ! One, two, one, two!” Windy cheers loudly, causing several nearby pegasi to glance over curiously. 

Your face darkens, but you smile all the same, stepping in place in time with her counts. She mimics you, marching next to you as she leads you out of the building.

You both reach the main entrance just as a fresh wave of pegasi are arriving. You stick close to Windy as to not lose her in the crowd, and she half-opens a wing in order to redirect some traffic away from you and your bulky saddlebags. At one point you find yourself pushed up against her flank, and a light blush touches your cheeks as you feel her toned muscles shift about beneath the soft layer of fur. The spicy scent of pine fills your nose, and you hum softly.

Eventually the crowd begins to thin out and you’re able to work your way out the doors. As you step out into the sunlight, you finally catch your first real glimpse of Cloudsdale.

The city is massive.

The main structure is almost entirely made out of clouds, with the city being broken up into multiple floating island districts. However, much to your surprise, many of the buildings aren’t actually molded from the clouds themselves like you assumed they would be. Sure, bits of cloud waft over and around them, giving them the illusion of being part of the main cloud structure, but they are actually made of the same material as buildings down on the ground below—wood, stone, bricks, and glass. Everything is painted various shades of white and gray, adding to the illusion of a city made of clouds. 

Rivers of liquid rainbow run through the city, cascading from one floating island to another until they all eventually fall away into long waterfalls that reach down to the ground far below. Pegasi fly about gracefully through the air as they go about their day. They’re amazingly organized with their flight, almost as if there are invisible streets in the sky that only they can see. Despite their various speeds and altitudes, none of them crash or bump into each other as they fly past, sometimes inches from a collision. There’s a hypnotic flow to it all, like one of the ballets your parents took you to see a few years back.

For a long time you stare up in awe at the grand sight about you before giving your head a good shake. Upon glancing around, you notice that the airship port is on its own little island of cloud as well. There is a large gap standing between you and the rest of the city: a clearing nearly twelve feet wide of nothing but open air. A large sign is posted near the edge, the words ‘MIND THE GAP’ standing out in bold, red letters upon the off-white surface.

Carefully, you peer over the edge of the cloud for a moment, eyeing the ground far below. Unsure of how you are going to get across, you look back at Windy to see if she might have the answer. You find that she’s not paying attention to you, but instead eyeing the large sea of pegasi fluttering about high above. 

She stares for a moment, eyes narrowing, before lifting a hoof to her lips and blowing a loud whistle.

“Over here!” she yells, waving wildly. A moment later, a pegasus pulling an empty open carriage breaks off from the flock and descends, parking himself right in front of the both of you.

“You’s all call for a ride?” the stallion asks as he pushes back his tweed cap.

“Yes, yes we did!” Windy chirps. “If it’s not too much trouble, can we get a lift to the Cumulus District?”

The stallion gives Windy a skeptical look before his gaze shifts to you and his eyes widen. “Ah! A non-flier. A’ight, can do. Just hop on in and we’ll get ‘er going.”

With a word of thanks, Windy climbs into the carriage.

You eye the carriage curiously before clambering up inside as well. Windy helps you get settled and makes sure that your saddlebags are secure in the small compartment in the front of the carriage. Once everything is set, she gives the driver the go-ahead and, with a strong beat of his wings, he takes off into the air.

The ride is surprisingly smooth, given the mode of transportation. The stallion keeps low, out of the crosswinds that blow throughout Cloudsdale. His wing beats are slow and steady as he glides over the cloudy structures below. There aren’t many other fliers down at this level, but those that are present give the stallion enough room to maneuver without jostling his passengers. 

During the ride, Windy just sits back and enjoys the view. She watches the buildings and clouds drift by, a wistful smile touching her lips. Occasionally, she’d point out a passing landmark to you, or draw your attention towards a particular store, but for the most part she remained silent.

Your head however is on a swivel as you try and take in as much of the sights and sounds as possible. The buildings, the clouds structures, the flowing rainbows, the patchwork-quilt of land below you—there is so much to see and the carriage is moving so quickly that you can’t barely get a good look at things before they whisk by. It’s a little disheartening, but you tell yourself that you’ll be able to see them later.

You are staying here for a while after all.

A strong breeze suddenly pulls at your fur, making you shiver. It’s then that you realize you forgot to unpack the windbreaker your mom gave you. Shivering, you crouch down in the carriage in an attempt to find shelter from the wind, only to jump when Windy suddenly places a wing about your shoulders.

“It’s a little chilly up here, isn’t it?” she asks, giving you a warm smile. “We pegasi are built for this, but the other pony tribes tend to find it a little uncomfortable. Remind me, and we’ll pick you up a windbreaker or a jacket later.”

“I, uh… have one,” you say. “I’m just a clod head and forgot to put it on at the station.” A little blush touches your cheeks as Windy laughs.

“Oh! Well then. At least your mother still remembers that little fact. After living down on the ground for so long, I assumed she had forgotten when I saw you standing there without one.” Giggling to herself, she pulls you closer, allowing you to share in her warmth.

The gesture is a little strange to you. Sure, your mom’s given you plenty winghugs before, but Windy’s wing is an entirely different feeling. It’s almost like a large, warm blanket, and the soft feathers tickle your coat as they brush over you. The feeling is… strange, for lack of better word, and for some reason you can feel yourself growing flustered. Your cheeks heat up, and down below, something begins to stir.

Quickly glancing away from the older mare that currently has you nestled up against her side, you focus instead on the passing buildings, trying desperately to distract yourself. A difficult task, seeing as the spicy scent of pine fills your nose with each inhale. It’s almost mouth-waterin—

No! Don’t think about it! The last thing you need is to become aroused when Windy’s wing is around you! For whatever reason, whenever your blood got pumping, it always seemed to head south. Made gym class even more awkward, given that you already looked stupid in the baggy shorts and shirts they made you wear without the addition of a tent in said shorts.

It certainly didn’t help that some of the fillies always picked out clothing that was too tight on them. Just like that one lime colored filly with the long horn and toned thighs...

No, wait! Bad thoughts!

Unable to shake your head without Windy noticing, you bite your lip instead in order to get yourself under control and double your attempts to focus on the scenery flashing by. Even in your distracted state, you are still surprised to see a lot of the buildings are the same as back in Canterlot—sports bars, movie theaters, clothing stores, a horseshoe store, bookstores, cafes, etc. Of course, that said, there are quite a few unique exceptions, such as a preening supply store, a cloud candy store, and a cloud mattress store. 

With wide eyes, you stare about at the city in the clouds.

Your friends back home are not going to believe half of this.

…

The rest of the trip passes by relatively fast. Soon enough, the businesses turn to homes and apartments, and the stallion begins a steady descent. At Windy’s direction, he lands outside of one of the smaller buildings—a single story, blue-and-purple brick house with a small clumping of clouds covering the roof. Several windows dot the structure and are adorn with flower boxes that are currently in bloom. The yard is small and has a weird fence made out of moving rainbows that runs around the perimeter. 

You eye the building curiously while Windy pays the stallion for his service. As he flies off into the sky, she moves to stand beside you.

“Well, here we are,” she says. “Home, sweet home.” She’s silent for a moment before glancing down at you. “I know it’s not much to look at, especially compared to your parents’ house in Canterlot. It’s certainly not as big or glamorous as theirs eit—”

“It’s nice,” you say, giving her a small smile. “I like it!” 

She blinks before smiling, her entire face lighting up. Her chest fluffs out a little as she swells. “Well… thank you, champ! I’m not much of decorator, but I’ve tried hard to give it a homely feeling.” Lifting a hoof, she ruffles your mane before heading for the door. “Come on. Let’s get you settled in, shall we?” 

Eagerly, you hurry after her. Your saddlebags are getting rather heavy, and you can’t wait to get them off and unpacked.

Crossing over the threshold, you notice that the interior of the house—much like the outside—is small yet cozy. The entryway immediately opens into the living room. A large, plush couch takes up a lot of space, resting against the far wall, right beneath a large bay window that overlooks the backyard. In the middle of the room is a long coffee table that is covered with magazines. Several bean bag chairs are scattered along the walls as well, adding to the clutter. To top it all off, a large entertainment center with a big-screen television sits across from the couch, adorned with different knick-knacks and picture frames.

To the right of the entrance way is the kitchen, divided from the living room by a small island bar counter. Tankards and mugs hang from hooks above the island, and there’s a double stove in the corner. Surprisingly, there are several taps located on the counter as well, their hoses running down to small kegs of various ales and beers.

To the left is a small hallway that leads to what appears to be the bedrooms, a small office, and a bathroom. There’s also a staircase in a small alcove off to the side that leads downwards, most likely to some form of basement or cellar. 

Overall, it certainly is smaller than your parents’ house, but what it lack in size, it made up for in coziness. 

Just like Windy said.

“This way,” Windy says, pulling you from your daze. She moves off down the hall. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying, and you can drop off your stuff.”

You follow along behind her, your saddlebags bouncing as you move.

Coming to the first door, she stops and pushes the door open. 

“Oh! Yes… this is the bathroom,” she says as you peer inside. Like the rest of the house, it’s a bit on the small side. There’s a sink, a toilet, and a medium-sized tub-and-shower combo. To your surprise, there are very little mane-care products on the shelves of the shower. Windy doesn’t seem to care about her mane as much as your mom does… but you could have just guessed that by looking at her—your mom’s hair is long and flowing and felt almost like silk; Windy’s mane was short and windswept and looked a little rough, almost like straw.

Personally, you think the look suits her just fine.

“Feel free to use the shower whenever,” Windy is saying. “It’s first-come, first-served, but seeing as it’s just you and me, that shouldn’t be an issue, right?” 

“Right,” you say softly.

You’ve never really had trouble with competing for a shower. With your parents’ weird work schedules, you pretty much had first pick, except for in the early mornings or late afternoons. You always tried to go before your mom though, because she was notorious for using up all the hot water and leaving you and your dad with none. 

Giving the bathroom one last glance, you back out and allow Windy to lead you down to the end of the hall, and the two doors located there. 

“And this here is the guest room!” she chirps, stopping before the one on the left. Pushing the door open, she smiles down at you. “ Go on in and check it out.”

You slip past her into the room and glance around. There’s no bed, but a futon rests against one of the walls and is covered by several pillows and blankets. A small nightstand sits beside it, and a lamp rests upon it. There’s an old trunk present as well, the old wood covered by a quilt. Several picture frames line the walls, each one depicting the same blue-furred, rainbow-maned pegasus mare.

“Sorry about the lack of bed,” Windy says from the door. “I don’t get a lot of visitors, so buying another bed didn’t really make sense at the time. Still, the futon is comfortable enough… I think. You’re more than welcome to make yourself at home, though.” She smiles softly. “This room is yours for as long as you stay here.”

“Okay,” you say as your saddlebags slide off your back.

“My room is just across the hall,” she continues. “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask.”

You nod, and give her a smile as well. “Thank you.”

“Oh, you are more than welcome,” she says before turning to leave. “It’ll be nice to have somepony else around the house again. Sometimes it gets a little too quiet around here.” Her gaze drifts up to the rows of pictures for a moment. “Anyways… I’ll let you get unpacked.” Without waiting for a reply, she moves off down the hall, leaving you by yourself. 

You take a brief moment to glance around the room again, taking in your new lodgings. It’s smaller than your room back home, and there’s a faint smell of mustiness to it. Moving to the window, you crack it open to allow some fresh air in.

With that, you begin to unpack what little you brought along.

Pulling out your toiletry bag, on place it on one end of the futon. Next is the windbreaker your mom had you bring along “just in case”. You’re glad you listened to her. Tossing it on the other side of the futon for later, you move to unpack the most important part of your luggage.

Carefully, you pull out several sketchbooks of various sizes, as well as a pencil case containing several brand new charcoal sticks, colored pencils, erasers, ink bottles and quills, a pocket knife, and your special hoofband that allows you to hold your drawing utensils easier. 

Running a hoof over the cover of one of the sketchbooks, a small smile touches your lips. Your dad bought them for you shortly before you left Canterlot. “Give you something to do while you’re up there,” he had said with a wink. “Sketch some of the scenery for me, eh? Never been up there myself. I’ve heard it’s breathtaking.”

As you flip one of the books open, the scent of new parchment hits your nose. Holding it up to your muzzle, you close your eyes and inhale deeply, savoring the smell. Oh, you can’t wait to break these bad boys in.

You discovered your talent for drawing early on. There wasn’t much to do in school while waiting for one of your parents to pick you up after class, and you had taken to doodling in your notebooks while you waited. It started off as a way to pass the time, but apparently you had a knack for it or something. A teacher had spied the drawings one day and had promptly informed your parents. They had both been overjoyed at the discovery and ever since, they’ve been encouraging your talent in any way possible. 

You don’t know why. 

Personally, you don’t think your drawings are all that good.

Placing your drawing supplies on the nightstand, you’re in the process of empty out the rest of your bags when a low series of chirps come from off in the living room. You hear Windy let out a soft “Oh, shoot,” before hoofsteps can be heard coming down the hall. A moment later, her head peaks around the doorway, a small pigeon balanced between her ears.

“Hey,” she says, smiling awkwardly. Stepping into the room, you see she’s holding a piece of paper in her wing. “So, um… I just got a message from my partner at the gym. Unfortunately, something came up and she can’t cover my shift anymore, so I have to go in.”

You give her a blank look. “Oh, um… okay?”

“Yeah, and I don’t want to leave you alone,” she continues. “Scarlet would kill me. So, uh… do you mind coming in with me? It won’t be too long, I promise. Class only usually lasts for about two hours, give or take. There’ll also be free refreshments there, in case you get hungry. We’ll can get something to eat afterwards too, if you’d like.”

“Can… can I bring my sketchbooks?” you ask tentatively.

Windy smiles brightly. “Of course! Bring anything you like to pass the time.”

Eyes lighting up, you grab your sketchbook and drawing supplies and slip them back into your saddlebags. Donning the bags, you make sure they are properly secured before following after Windy excitedly.

Food and a chance to break in your new sketchbook? She didn’t have to ask twice!
> Guilty Pleasure
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Your tongue pokes out of the corner of your mouth.

Carefully, you drag the bit of charcoal across the parchment, the stick held firmly in your hoofband. It leaves behind a crisp line, dark against the white-yellowness of the page. Without pause, you add another line and then another, and before long, shapes begin to emerge, forming the general outline of a building. 

You pause to eye your work critically before glancing up. Through the windows of the gym, you can see the building across the street—a large, two-story structure in the shape of a right triangle. The roof nearly touches the ground, and clouds waft up the slanted tiling until they drift off into the sky. Liquid rainbow trickles down from the highest point, the waterfall cascading into a small pool at the building’s base. There is a feather-shaped sign above the door, the words ‘Dyed and Feathered’ written across its surface in bold, colorful letters. 

The building certainly looks interesting—interesting enough for you to sketch it so your dad can enjoy it as well—but it’s really the customers coming and going from the building that makes it all the more eye-catching. 

The pegasi that go in look relatively normal, but the ones that come out…

Well, speak of the draconequus… 

You watch as a white pegasus mare exits the building, her wings spread wide in the sunlight. Her primary feathers have all been dyed various shades of green and purple: the same colors as her punkish-looking mane and tail. A moment later a second mare emerges as well, her blue primary feathers now gradually turning yellow towards the tips, while her secondary ones are dyed bright orange and red.

The pair flap their wings gently before strutting off down the street, their chests puffed out and their feathers splayed wide for all the world to see. They kind of remind you of the peacocks you’ve seen walking around at the Canterlot Zoo. Several stallions do doubletakes as the pair waltz by, so the display must be doing something.

Still, you can’t get the mental image of the peacocks out of your head.

Suppressing a snicker, you go back to your sketching.

From your spot in the corner of the room, you have your drawing supplies all laid out before you. Colored pencils, charcoals, erasers—everything within easy reach. A gym mat rests beneath you, providing some comfort from the hardwood floor.

The rest of the gym is fairly empty, all the equipment folded up and placed inside a supply closet. The only objects still present are a few colored mats that Windy placed upon the floor when you both first arrived. She had arranged the mats into a small circle before grabbing her duffle bag and heading into the locker room. 

You had parked yourself in a corner and promptly set up camp. A few warm-up doodles later, and you began sketching things you could see through the window. So far you’ve gotten several good ones of the nearby buildings, a fountain, and several quick sketches of the ponies coming and going from the feather dyeing place.

You are just finishing up with the sketch of the Dyed and Feathered building when the doors to the locker room open again. Hoofsteps approach you, but you don’t glance up, instead concentrating on adding the finishing details to your drawing.

“All set up, champ?” you hear Windy ask.

“Eeyup,” you begin to say as you glance up. The word however dies on your lips as you catch sight of what she’s now wearing. 

A close-fitting, rainbow-colored tank top rests about her shoulder and barrel. It’s cut short, exposing her stomach, as well as the fluff upon her chest. A pair of black yoga pants cling to her flanks, the material taut and stretched, showcasing her rump almost perfectly. A white strip runs up the length of her legs, ending at a small circular hole that exposes her cutie mark. Her tail pokes out of a hole in the back, a red scrunchy wrapped around her dock.

Gaping up at her, you feel your cheeks begin to heat up and your heart rate increase. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to notice the red hue spreading across your face, as she’s too busy craning her head around to see what was on your sketchpad. 

Maybe you can compose yourself before she notices...

Her eyes light up as she beholds what you’ve drawn so far. 

“Oooh… that’s really good,” she praises. “Your mother was telling me about your drawing skills, but I thought she might have been exaggerating. I can see now that she wasn’t.”

Well… so much for composing yourself.

“It’s… it’s not that good,” you mumble. “They’re just a couple of quick sketches.”

Windy shakes her head. “Don’t sell yourself short, champ. You’re a natural!” 

Cheeks now blazing bright red, you can do little more than let out a small squeak and hide behind your sketchbook. You aren’t entirely used to being praised by ponies other than your parents, although that could be because you don’t go around letting anypony else see your work all that often due to how awful most of your stuff is.

Windy giggles at your display of embarrassment before reaching out a hoof and messing up your mane.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then,” she says before walking off. 

Your eyes are immediately drawn to her swaying hips. It’s painfully clear that there’s very little fat upon her body. Muscle ripples beneath the tight shorts, the clingy material shifting and stretching with each step she takes. Her tail is held up slightly by the scrunchy, giving you a clear view of the crotch of the yoga pants. 

And there, just barely visible bulging out beneath the tight clothing, is her—

You avert your eyes quickly, your face feeling as though it’s on fire. There’s a stirring in your groin, and you feel yourself twitch weakly within your sheath.

…

Oh…

Oh crud...

Trying to ignore the problem currently, eh… growing on you, you attempt to distract yourself by returning to your drawing. You strategically place your sketchpad in your lap, positioning it so that it hide most of the issue. However, try as you might, you just can’t seem to be able to concentrate on drawing. Sure, you draw out a few lines here and there, but your heart just isn’t in it anymore.

Instead, you find you gaze being drawn back to Windy.

She moves around the room with grace, humming softly to herself as she gets ready for her class. Your eyes are glued to her rump the entire time, and you only glance away whenever she turns in your direction. The sight of her swaying hips and… pronounced parts causes your heart to flutter. You are no stranger to these feelings; you’ve checked out your fair share of fillies at school—especially those that have already started developing. However, none of them have ever really returned the attention, seeing as you’re just the weird colt that spends most of his time drawing.

Within a few minutes Windy has a folding table set up, and has placed out bowls of dried fruit, nuts, fresh blueberries, and something called ‘cloud brittle’. She puts out water bottles as well, their sides already covered in condensation. 

The sight of the snacks causes your stomach to growl softly and your mouth starts to water. You don’t get up though, as you are still kinda poking out of your sheath. Once you’ve calmed down, you’ll get something to eat, but for now you’ll just have to wait. Besides, the others should be here soon.

Sure enough, it isn’t long before other ponies start to trickle in. 

The first is a cream-colored pegasus mare with a curly raspberry mane. A pair of green glasses rest upon her muzzle, framing deep rosy eyes, and a duffel bag hangs from her shoulders. She and Windy are apparently good friends, what with how familiar with each other they seem to be. They chat for a few minutes before the new mare moves off towards the locker room.

The next mare to arrive is a pink mare with a straight, two-tone yellow mane. She trades some pleasantries with Windy before moving to the locker room as well. 

The third mare is younger than the first two. She has a dark pink coat and poofy, mulberry mane, and a slight lisp to her words. Grabbing a bottle of water, she drains it completely before slowly making her way into the locker room.

It’s a few more minutes before the fourth mare arrives. The first and second mares have already emerged from the locker room, clad in similar clothing to Windy and it’s taking all of your self-control not to stare. The new arrival is older than any of the other mares currently present. Her yellow coat is faded slightly, but her mane is still vibrant and reminds you of a burning fire. She just nods at the others before slipping silently into the locker room to change.

By the time the fifth and final mare arrives, you’ve relaxed enough to retrieve some food from the snack table. Filling up a bowl with some nuts and dried fruit, you are in the process of returning to your spot in the corner when she comes strutting in like she owns the place. Her coat is light blue, while her mane was a darker shade and slicked back with gel. A pair of flight goggles rest upon her forehead. Her duffel bags bears a disturbing emblem: a pegasus skull with wings.

As she’s making her way into the locker room, she sneers at the fiery-maned mare who’s just coming out, clad in blue-and-yellow outfit. The two trade cold glares, but other than that nothing happens. Before long the final mare is back out, dressed in a purple-and-black, one-piece yoga suit.

The mares all gather together, each claiming one of the colored mats that Windy laid out earlier. Windy sets up a boombox, and soon the gentle sound of a lyre and trickling water fills the room.

“All right, is everypony ready?” she asks.

As the yoga class starts, you try to focus your attention back on drawing. Picking up the eraser, you begin to touch up the sketch, removing the lines you had used for reference. However, your gaze keeps drifting up to the mares—or more specifically, Windy.

She leads the class through several different positions. At first they start out simple: lying on their backs with their wings spread open, then lifting first one foreleg then another. However, the positions soon turn more, well… more. The soft grunts and sighs they’re making don’t help the situation either.

Your heart is not having a good time.

Your hormones, however, are loving this.

One time you happen to glance up only to find all the mares bent over, their heads down and their flanks in the air. As you watch, wide-eyed, they stretch first one then the other hind leg out fully, inadvertently putting their taut thighs on display.

Another time you catch them all curling up, their heads tucked down between their hind legs. Your pretty sure you saw one or two of them touch their chins to their groins. 

…

A-aw yis… 

As the minutes drag on, you find yourself focusing less on your drawing and more upon the enticing sight before you. Their coats glisten with sweat, the faint, heated scent slowly filling the air as they continued to flow through various poses. It tickles your nose and makes your little… problem worse. Soon, you aren’t even drawing, just holding your sketchbook in front of you to hide the fact you were ogling all of them.

It all comes to a head when Windy has the mares lie on their backs and push their hips up, into the air, their backs arching in the process. Yoga pants are stretched tight against crotches, and certain parts of the anatomy poke through the material.

The sight causes you to finally drop from your sheath.

Face completely red, you make a dash for the locker room, silently relieved that none of the mares can see your predicament from their current position.

The locker room is unisex, a cloud barrier dividing the room in half, the half-wall coming up to just under your chin. The female side has bigger lockers, seeing as it’s usually the mares that bring bags and clothing to change out of—stallions usually just wear sweatbands.

You lean against the median wall, painfully aware of the stiffening arousal between your legs. It twitches and bobs, slowly descending further from your sheath. You try and calm down, but whenever you attempt to clear your head, the mental image of the mares twisting and stretching keeps popping up. 

The realization soon dawns on you that this problem isn’t going to go away on its own.

Glancing around, you spot a small alcove in the back of the room where several bathroom stalls are located. You start to head towards them, but stop when something on the other side of the room catches your eye. 

There, resting on a bench, is Windy’s duffel bag.

You freeze, your body stiffening as you stare wide-eyed at the lone bag. Feelings of excitement and shame well up inside you in equal measures as an idea suddenly comes to you. Swallowing thickly, you make your way slowly around the barrier, not taking your eyes off the bag. You keep an ear pointed towards the locker room doors; the last thing you need is for one of the mares to walk in.

The bag is already partially open. Lifting a trembling hoof, you unzip it the rest of the way before pulling the bag open fully. You peer inside, discovering several crumpled up pieces of gym clothing and a bottle of shampoo. A faint odor of musk and sweat hits your nose, and you feel your member twitch, more of it slipping from your sheath. 

Your mouth is suddenly dry.

Are you really going to do this?

…

Yes… yes you are.

Steeling yourself, you reach inside the bag and begin to root around. A moment later you pull out a faded blue shirt, an orange horseshoe emblazoned upon the back. You glance at it for a moment before placing it back in the bag. 

You remove and study several more articles of clothing before finally pulling out a pair of purple and black yoga pants. As you spread them open, the strong scent of musk hits your nose, and your erection finally drops fully from your sheath. It slaps weakly against your stomach as you stare wide-eyed at your prize. In a daze, you push your nose against the fabric and take a tentative sniff. A shaky breath escapes you as the scent of sweat overwhelms your senses. The musky-pine scent is amazing.

Your member jerks, smacking softly against your underside.

A low moan escapes your lips.

You jump as a sudden shout comes from the main room, and for an instant you’re afraid that you’ve been caught. However, after a moment of panicked listening, it becomes apparent that one of the mares has just fallen over while attempting a new position, and everyone’s having a good-humored laugh.

Breathing heavily, you turn your attention back to the yoga shorts in your grasp. For a second you reconsider what you are doing and almost put them back… but then your member twitches again, and you make up your mind. 

With your prize clutched tightly to your chest, you make your way quickly to one of the stalls. Locking the door, you take a deep breath before glancing down at the shorts. You turn them about in your hooves, the spandex material oddly silken against your fur. Upon finding the tail hole, you pause before lifting it to your muzzle and sniffing. The overwhelming odor fills your nose again. It smells of stale sweat and musk, which should have made you crinkle your nose, but instead you find the scent oddly arousing.

Your member throbs, reminding you of your need.

You inhale again, cradling the fabric to your face as you take in Windy’s scent. Amongst the musk and sweat, there is a faint hint of pine. Snuffling needily, you try and memorize the exotic aroma. As you do so, you gently stroke your member with a hoof, beads of precum already oozing from the tip. The edge of your hoof drags against your heated flesh, sending shivers down your spine. 

You take one last sniff before reluctantly pulling the shorts away from your muzzle.

Breathing heavily, you stretch the shorts open and carefully stepping inside them with first one hind leg then the other. The feeling of the tight mesh rolling over your fur sends more shivers through your body as the material slides up your thighs and flanks. You have some difficulty getting your tail through the proper hole, but finally manage it was little discomfort from pulled hairs. 

Despite being made for a mare, the shorts are oddly fitting. The snug material clings to your body, squeezing in all the right places to heighten your arousal. They don’t cover your erection entirely, your head poking out of the top. Your flare scrapes against your belly, your own fur tickling your head. 

Once the shorts are properly secured, you shift your hips about, only to gasp as the tight material pulls against your shaft. The spandex tugs at your sensitive flesh, stroking it with each subtle change of position. You trot in place, only to moan as your member is massaged in ways it’s never been before.

Leaning against the wall of the stall, you take a moment to enjoy the feeling of the shorts hugging your body. Curiously, you rub yourself through the fabric with a hoof, only to shudder at the strange feeling. With each stroke, the shorts tug on your entire length. You feel your balls shift about as well, the fabric cradling them even as it presses each orb firmly against your body. Your tail flicks back and forth as you continue to slowly run your hoof up and down your length.

Gradually, you begin to pick up speed, your breaths coming in short, heavy gasps. Your hips buck in time with your strokes, and your member strains and twitches against the tight fabric. Thin strands of precum dangles from your tip, swaying back and forth as you hump the air. A low whimper escapes you as the top of the shorts scrapes against your flare. You are leaning fully on the wall now, the stall the only thing keeping you from falling over.

A few dozen strokes more and you feel yourself drawing closer to the edge. Your balls twitch in their fabric prison, their contents churning in desperate need of release. The head of your member drags along your stomach, the hairs of your coat rubbing at the top of your flare. 

An extra hard thrust is all that is need to tip you over the edge.

Biting your lip to stifle your cry, you climax. Your member flares, the spongy head pressing hard against your stomach as your cock jerks and kicks. A rope of cum spurts from your tip, painting the stall door with your thick, heated essence. Another burst follows the first, and the third splatters upon the floor. Your balls heave, forcing their load down your length in delicious pulses of pleasure. The fourth and fifth waves are weaker and stain your chest.

With one last shuddering twitch, you slip down and collapse onto the floor, leaning heavily upon the stall as you try and catch your breath. The afterglow washes over you with blessed relief, and slowly your member begins to retreat back into your sheath. You shiver in pleasure and discomfort at your overly-sensitive head slips back inside the shorts, dragging against the snug material.

It’s a few minutes before you slowly get to your hooves. Grabbing some toilet paper, you clean up as best you can, flushing the evidence away. You struggle to get out of the shorts, but once free you quickly return them to Windy’s duffel bag, making sure to hide them beneath the other clothing. Hopefully she won’t notice anything amiss.

A trickle of shame and guilt begins to well up inside you as you stare down at the clothing. It had felt amazing at the time, but now you feel dirty. You chew on your lip for a moment before shaking your head and zipping the bag closed. With that, you splash some water on your face and adjust your mane and tail before heading for the exit, feeling a lot better than when you first entered. 

At the door, you pause to cast one last glance back at the duffel bag. Your member twitches weakly, but other than that, it remains in its sheath. Sighing softly, you turn and make your way back out into the gym, your tail tucked firmly between your legs.

As you exit the locker room, you notice that most of the mares are gathered around the refreshment table. They appear to be taking a break, several of them sipping at the bottles of water as they chat softly with one another.

“There you are! I was wondering where you got off to,” Windy says as she trots up to you. Her mane is slicked back slightly, and her coat glistens with sweat. Her wings are unfurled and she flexes them gently, fanning herself in the process. 

A blush touches your cheeks as an aroma tickles your nose—a much fresher version of what you were just sniffing at minutes ago. Trying to keep yourself composed, you give her a weak smile. “Sorry, had to use the bathroom.”

“Oh, that’s perfectly fine, champ,” she says. “We’re just taking a quick breather before starting the last set. It should only be another half-hour or so.”

You nod once before moving back to your corner and picking up your sketchbook. Hopefully, you’ll be able to get more drawing done before it’s time to leave.


~ ~ ~ ~ > > < < ~ ~ ~ ~


True to Windy’s estimate, the class goes for another thirty minutes before she begins to wrap it up. Rolling up their mats, the mares tuck them away in the storage closet before finishing off the water and snacks. They chat about random things, stuff you don’t pay attention to as you attempt to concentrate on your drawing. 

You are finished with the inking and are just wrapping up with the simple coloring. You’d be able to add shadows and highlights later, but you want to get the basic colors down before you have to leave, as you won’t be able to use the building as reference any more. Even while working on your art, you watch the mares out of the corner of your eye, waiting...

Your heart begins to beat faster as they head into the locker room. All kinds of scenarios—each one worse than that last—run through your mind as you watch Windy’s firm rump disappear around the corner. 

After a few minutes have passed and no shocked or angry cries come from within, you breathe a sigh of relief. Instead, the sound of running water can be heard, along with the gentle murmur of voices. Soon—far faster than you were expecting—one of the mares emerge, her coat still damp and mane slicked back. It’s the young one with the skull-emblazoned duffel bag. 

She glances at you as she passes, giving you a smile that sends a shiver down your spine and causes your face to flush. Reaching into her duffle bag, she tosses you something small. Upon  catching it, you see that it’s a small piece of candy still in its wrapper.

The mare winks at you before strutting across the room and out the door. You watch through the windows as she gives her wings a good shake before taking to the air in a burst of speed that leaves a colored contrail behind.

The rest of the mares emerge a few minutes later, their coats, manes, and tails properly dried. Their workout attire is back in their duffel bags, which are draped around their shoulders. As the others leave, Windy sets her bag down by the door before moving around to clean up the remaining equipment. She puts the folding table away, gathers up the empty bowls, and places the boombox back in the office where she had originally gotten it out of. 

As she did all that, you pack up your art supplies. You blow gently on the paper, making sure the ink is dry before closing the book. With care, you slip it back into your bag as to not damage or bend the paper. Pulling your saddlebags on, you move to stand next to Windy, the piece of candy still in your hoof.

She glances around the room one last time. “That’s everything, right? I think that’s everything. You don’t see anything I might have missed, do you?”

You blink and glance around before shaking your head.

“Good!” Windy chirps happily. “Then let’s get out of here!” Grabbing her bag, she gives you a smile, only to pause upon seeing the candy.

“Where’d you get that?” she asks curiously.

“The mare with the skull bag gave it to me,” you say.  

Windy’s face lits up with recognition. “Oh, Freefall? Yeah, she has a bit of a sweet tooth. Always carries some sweets around with her.”

“What is it?” you ask, studying the candy closely. Through the wrapper, you can see that it’s rainbow colored and just about the size of a decent gumball.

“You’ve never had a Rainbow Ball before?” Windy asks. When you shake your head, the corners of her lips start to twitch upwards. “Well then! Go ahead, give it a try! Don’t bite on it though, it’s hard candy.”

You stare at her for a moment before shrugging your shoulders. Unwrapping the candy, you pop it into your mouth and proceed to suck on it. A pleasant, fruity flavor begins to fill your mouth after a moment, and you hum thoughtfully. It wasn’t half bad, actua—

”GAH!” 

Spitting the candy out, you wave your hooves in front of your muzzle frantically. The inside of your mouth is in chaos, shift from extreme spice to teeth-chattering mint in quick succession. From your reflection in the windows, you can see that your tongue is changing colors, going through the entire spectrum of the rainbow.

As you dance in place, Windy guffaws at your reaction.

“Yeah, that’s a Rainbow Ball for you,” she giggles. “It’s an acquired taste, as I’m sure you no doubt discovered.”

“‘Or ‘orrible!” you grunt out, tongue still hanging from your mouth.

Still laughing to herself, Windy leads you out of the gym. 

A warm breeze blows across the city, coming in from the south. It ruffles your mane, and stirs the clouds upon the streets and houses. The sun is starting to head towards the horizon, and the clouds beneath your hooves slowly begin to take on an orange hue.

A few wispy clouds drift high overhead, still untouched by the setting sun’s color, and you watch them idly as Windy goes about locking the gym door. “And that’s that!” She slips the keys into a side pocket on the duffel bag before turning to you. “I hope that wasn’t too boring for you. We went a little longer than I originally thought we would.”

“Oh, um... no,” you say softly, glancing up at her. Your mouth has mostly recovered now, only a few hints of hot or cold still present.

“Well, that’s good!” she chirps. “Still, I’m so sorry for dropping that on you at the last minute.” She fluffs up her wings, a look of embarrassment crossing her face. “I normally would have rescheduled the class, but my partner didn’t give me enough to time… so, yeah…” She trails off, rubbing the back of her head with a hoof.

“It’s fine,” you reassure her. “I was able to, er… entertain myself.” A light blush touches your cheeks and you glance away.

“I saw,” Windy says with a smile. For a moment your heart stops in your chest, but then she continues. “Over there with your pad of paper, drawing away. Your mom was right. You are a little artist, aren’t you?”

A wave of relief washes over you at the realization you weren’t caught in the act. A shy smile crosses your muzzle, and you scuff at the clouds beneath your hooves. “It’s just a hobby.”

Laughing to herself, Windy shakes her head before glancing up at the sky, no doubt noting the position of the sun. She lets out a faint hum before looking back at you. “Sooo… shall we head back home and see what we can make for dinner?”

At this, your stomach lets out a loud gurgle.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Windy snickers. “Come on. Let’s get going then.” With that, she turns and trots off, her hips swaying side to side as she walks. You follow quickly after her, the glowing amulet bouncing against your chest.
> Breathing Rainbow
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Windy hums gently as she goes to work.

Dressed in a red apron with white frills, she flutters about the kitchen. She pulls a large bowl with a plastic wrap cover out of the fridge and places it on the island counter. Peeling off the protective wrapping, she tips the bowl over and deposits a large glob of dough down onto the lightly-floured counter. After throwing the bowl into the sink, she stands on her hind legs and begins kneading the dough. The smell of garlic, olive oil, and spices waft through the air, making your mouth water.

Perched upon one of the bean bag chairs, you watch Windy eagerly as she goes about preparing dinner. On the way home from the gym, she asked if you had any preference for dinner. When you had told her no, she offered to make you both a homemade pizza. Apparently she made the dough earlier, just in case.

“I’m not the best cook in Equestria,” she had said, “but I can make a mean pizza! Your mom actually got mad at me once when we were roommates.” She winks. “Put on a little too much weight due to my cooking.”

So, upon returning to her small home, she set about preparing dinner while you headed to your room in order to drop off your drawing supplies. When you returned, you had asked her if she needed help, but she declined your offer. So instead, you plopped down upon the comfiest-looking bean bag chair and lounged about lazily as you waited for Windy to finish the pizza. 

Not that you mind the wait. With how open the kitchen and the living room are, you have a clear view of Windy. Her hips sway back and forth, her tail flicking about to the melody of the song she’s currently humming. Every so often, her apron shifts just enough that you are able to catch a brief glimpse of her teats.

…

It’s a really good thing you’re laying on your stomach at the moment.

After flattening the dough into a circle and raising up the edges, Windy starts pulling out the other ingredients. Grabbing some more olive oil, she uses a small brush to lightly coat the dough. She then goes about using the tip of her hoof to push little dents into the dough’s surface. 

When that is complete, she washing her hooves before chopping up the toppings with a large knife. It’s almost hypnotic, the way she uses her wings to help with the preparation. They grasp and move the food about while she uses her hooves for more precise tasks. The knife flashes, making quick work of the various toppings she’s picked—mozzarella cheese, parmesan cheese, thinly sliced scallion, chopped tomatoes, chopped onions, and chunks of diced pineapple.

As she chops the different items up, she snacks upon them as well. “Taste testing” she says, but you know that story; your mom does it all the time with your dad. Still, she kind enough to toss a few pineapple chunks your way, and you barely manage to catch them in your mouth, almost topping off the bean bag chair in the process. 

While not something you get a lot of in Canterlot, you enjoy the sweet, juicy fruit whenever you can get it.

Once all her ingredients are ready, she smears a generous helping of pizza sauce over the dough before adding the toppings. She sprinkles the cheese on until a light layer covers the sauce. The tomatoes, onions, and scallion are spread out next, followed by another dusting of cheese. A few pinches of salt complete the build.

“There we are,” Windy chirps as she wipes off her hooves. “That should just about do it.” She looks over the pizza for a moment before perking. “Oh! Wait, hold on a second!” Trotting to the fridge, she roots around a moment before pulling out a jar filled with something you can’t quite identify. When she cracks it open, a strong smell fills the room that causes you to crinkle your nose.

“What is that?” you ask as she begins to pull small strips out of the jar.

“These are called anchovies,” she says as she spreads them out across half of the pizza. “I’m not sure if you have them back in Canterlot, but up here in Cloudsdale, they're considered a delicacy. Surely your mom has had you try them before!”

“Uh, not that I can recall,” you say, shaking your head. “What are they?”

“Really? Not even once?” Grabbing one from the jar, she holds it up for you to see. “They’re a type of small fish found mostly in the South Luna Ocean. We import them from the Los Pegasus.”

“Fish?” You scrunch up your muzzle and stick out a tongue in disgust.

Windy gives you a look of faux hurt. “Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!” 

You roll your eyes before settling back farther on you perch. The light of the setting sun shines in through the bay window behind you, warming your coat and the bean bag beneath you. The shadows length, and it’s nearing the point where you’ll have to turn some lights on soon.

As Windy goes about adding the finishing touches to the pizza, you peer around the darkening room. An old shag rug rests upon the floor beneath the coffee table, well used and well repaired. There’s a fireplace along one of the walls, and picture frames line the mantle. There are more pictures hanging from the walls on either side of the chimney as well.

A closer look at the pictures reveals that most of them are of the same mare, though taken at different points of her life. A rainbow-maned foal toddling across the floor. The same foal—a little older than before—attempting to fly out of her highchair, but a bungie wrapped around her waist is preventing liftoff. A young filly with short rainbow mane and braces, beaming happily as she waved a large trophy about. 

Though the majority of the pictures are of the rainbow filly, several of them contain other ponies as well—some of Windy, and some of a stallion with a short-cropped rainbow mane. 

One particular picture catches your eye. It sits at the front of the mantle—the centerpiece of the photo collection—a depicts three ponies. The rainbow filly sits in the middle, being hugged tight by Windy, whose mane is done up in a weird, retro style, and the rainbow-maned stallion, who’s wearing a purple jacket. All three have closed eyes and wide smiles on their muzzles.

You stare up at it curiously.

“Alright,” Windy says, trotting out of the kitchen. “Pizza is in the oven. We have fifteen minutes to kill before it’s ready.” Collapsing beside you on another bean bag, she lets out a happy sigh. “Oooh, that’s the stuff. Momma’s tired tonight.” She stretches, a low groan escaping her as her hooves wiggling about. “So, what should we do while we wait?”

She glances at you, and you nod towards the pictures. “Um, who’s that?”

Blinking, she glances up at the pictures as well. A smile spreads across her muzzle when she sees what you’re asking about. “Why, that’s my little Rainbow Dash, the fastest flyer this side of the Celestial Sea.”

Oh, so it’s her daughter. That actually make sense; they practically have the same coat and eye colors.

Getting up, Windy crosses the room and picks up one of the pictures. “She’s one of—if not the—greatest things that’s ever happened to me.” She smiles down at the picture, and it’s clear how proud she is of her offspring.

You allow a few moments of silence to pass before you speak again. “And, uh… the stallion?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you’re rolling your eyes. It’s obvious he’s this Rainbow Dash’s father—they have the same hair, after all.

When Windy doesn’t answer right away, you perk up. The smile has faded slightly from her face, and her wings now droop by her sides. Uh oh… looks like you might have asked the wrong question. 

Your ears fold back and you mentally kick yourself for bringing it up. Before you have time to backpedal though, she speaks. “That’s Rainbow’s father, Bow Hothoof. He’s… he’s gone now.”

Her words have a melancholy tone to them.

You really didn’t want to ask, but your curiosity gets the better of you. “How, um… how did he die?” You kick yourself again as the words leave your lips, but it’s too late.

“Hmmm?” Windy blinks before glancing up from the photo. “Wha… oh. Oh! Oh, no… he’s not dead.” She laughs, and the room is suddenly brighter than before, the gloomy atmosphere dissipated in an instant. “Oh, goodness no. He’s still alive and kicking. We’re just not together anymore. We got a divorce.” Putting the picture back on the mantle, she returns to her bean bag.

You cock your head to the side. “Divorce?”

“Yes,” she says, giving you a lopsided grin. “We went our separate ways a few years ago.”

“But… why? T-that is... if you don’t mind me asking?” You didn’t want to come off as nosey, but you are generally curious about why anypony would divorce somepony like Windy. Divorce isn’t uncommon in Canterlot—especially with the nobility. Everypony has arguments, even your parents, but they always made up in the end. You know that for a fact!

…

The walls in your house are kinda thin…

And mom miiight be a screamer.

“It’s a funny story, actually,” Windy says. “We ended up splitting due to our daughter. Now, it’s not what you think,” she adds quickly, forestalling anything you might have been preparing to say. “I love my daughter dearly and couldn’t be more proud of her if I tried. Same with Bow. It’s just, well… one of us loved her a bit more than the other.”

You give her a confused look. How could love be the cause of the divorce?

“You see,” she continues, “unlike what you’re probably used to in Canterlot, here in Cloudsdale, we’re typically a matriarchal-centered society. Pegasi fillies are usually stronger, faster fliers than colts, as they’re smaller and have less mass. Down on the earth, greater size probably benefits unicorns and earth ponies, but up here, in the clouds, smaller size is everything. So, when we had a filly, Bow was thrilled.”

She pauses for a moment and stares down at the rug, lost in her memories. “I was too, of course. My sisters and brothers all had colts, so I was overjoyed to be the first one in the family to have a filly. It was something I could finally rub in my older sisters’ faces. However, Bow took that excitement to a whole new level.” She waves a hoof around. “He recorded and celebrated everything Rainbow did. And I mean everything. I went along with it too,” she says with a shrug. “I’ll admit it, I participated. It was that new mom rush. It was all just so exciting!”

“Well… that, um… doesn’t sound too bad?” you say with uncertainty. 

“I don’t think you understand. We celebrated everything. Sure, some of them were normal,” she laughs. “Rainbow’s first steps, her first flight, her first words, and so on. However, Bow… took it to the extreme. Simple milestones weren’t enough for him. He turned everything into a big event. Everything. Some of them were cute, like her first sneezing fit, but other ones… well, I had to put my hoof down when he attempted to preserve her first BM.”

At that you stick out your tongue and make soft gagging noise.

This just causes Windy to laugh. “Yeah, that was about my reaction too. It wasn’t entirely his fault though. Bow didn’t get a lot of opportunities growing up, as he was from the poorer part of town and his school didn’t have many options when it came to activities. I think… I think he was trying to get his second chance through Rainbow, and, well… it was a little too much for me.”

“Too much?” you ask.

“Yes, too much,” she repeats with a nod. “Every waking minute of Bow’s life was devoted to Rainbow. He spent hundreds and hundreds of bits on display cabinets for her various medals and trophies… and if she happened to not get one for a particular event, he spent bits on making a custom one for her. He loved Rainbow, he lived for Rainbow—hay, he practically breathed Rainbow at one point. She was his life, and I… I just couldn’t do that.”

She gives you a sad smile. “I love Rainbow just as much as any mother can love their foal, but I just couldn’t devote my entire life to her. I wanted to have my own life and Bow just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t give up the Rainbow. So, eventually, I said enough was enough… and we went our separate ways.”

Unsure of how to respond to that, you simply reply. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be,” she says, giving you a warmer smile. “It’s not your fault. Besides, we parted on good terms. We still see each other once in a while too, and occasionally he’ll take me out to dinner or I’ll take him to the movies. He even keeps me up to date on what our daughter’s up to, though for the most part he just sends newspaper clippings.”

Silence falls over the room as she finishes talking. It reigns for a moment before Windy suddenly jumps to her hooves. “Oh dear! What’s with all this sourness and sadness? This will not do, it will not do at all! We’ve got a pizza in the oven, and it’s your first ever night in Cloudsdale! We can’t have this depressing atmosphere!”

“Sorry,” you say quickly. “I didn’t mean to bring it up. It’s just, I was curious…”

“Oh, no. It’s completely my fault,” she says with a shake of her head. “The divorce happened years ago, and I’ve already gotten over it. There is no reason I should have brought doom and gloom down upon us.” She giggles faintly before falling silent for a moment. As she peers around the room, her eyes land on the bay window, and suddenly she perks up. “Oh… oh! Tell you what! How about we take our pizza out onto the back porch and watch the sunset while we eat? I promise, it’s quite the sight to behold and will undoubtedly raise our spirits again!”

You blink in surprise and the idea, but nod all the same. “O-okay…”

“Great!” she chirps. “Trust me, you’ll love this! There’s no sunset like a Cloudsdale sunset! You can count on that!”

It’s a few more minutes more before the timer goes off, signaling that the pizza is done. Carefully, Windy pulls it from the oven and sets it on the counter. The crust is a light golden-brown, and the cheese is still bubbling. A mouthwatering scent fills the air, accented by an exotic aroma you haven’t smelled before.

“You are in for a treat!” Windy coos as she sprinkles the pineapples over the pizza. “I think this is one of the better pizzas I’ve ever made!” Allowing the pizza to cool for a moment, she carefully slices it up with a pizza wheel. With deft movements, she slips a few of the regular pieces onto one plate and several of the weird, anchovy-covered pieces onto another. With the two plates balanced upon her outstretched wings, she moves gracefully towards the backdoor.

“Come on, champ,” she calls back over her shoulder. “Let’s have a bite!” 

She doesn’t have to tell you twice! 

With your stomach growling, you follow quickly after her.

There’s a small porch out back with a bench swing. As you sit down next to Windy, you peer out across the backyard. It’s simple, yet also beautiful. A fence of rainbow light runs around the perimeter, along with several cloud-hedges. Small bushes made of clouds dot the yard, as do small decorative pillars. A birdbath rests besides the porch, and a few yellow birds splish about in the water. The centerpiece of the yard though is a good-sized pond made of liquid rainbow. A waterfall trickles gently down a small overcrop of clouds.

On the other side of the fence, small rolling hills go on for several dozen meters before suddenly coming to the edge of the cloud. From there, the floor of white drops away, and you can clearly see the patchwork landscape far below. The sun is just sinking below the horizon, staining the land below with deep shadows. You can see the rest of Cloudsdale hanging in the sky off in the distance. The clouds are blazing red, and for a moment, the city looks like it’s on fire.

“See, I told you it was amazing,” Windy says as she passes you your plate. “It’s one of the reasons I bought this place. I didn’t think much of it at first, but then I was passing by during a sunset one evening and, well… I fell in love with it.”

You have to agree with her assessment. The view is breathtaking! As you watch, the sun continues to sink below the horizon, turning the pinkish-red clouds darker until they’re practically crimson. Down below on the ground though, crimson has turned to black as dusk settles over the land. 

When you point this out to Windy, she giggles. “Heh, I forget you aren’t used to a sight like this, being from the below and all. See, due to the elevated altitude of Cloudsdale, the horizon is farther down for us. That means when the sun has set for the ponies down there, we still get a few more minutes to enjoy it.”

And enjoy it you do.

The swing sways back and forth gently as you and Windy enjoy your pizzas. The warm cheese melts in your mouth, accompanied by the sweet flavors of pineapple and tomato and onions. You chew it happily, the greasy cheese sending your tastebuds into bliss. It’s been a while since you last had pizza; with both your parents in the Guard, they tend to have healthier meals.

As you’re finishing off your second slice, Windy slides one of her anchovy-covered pieces onto your plate.

“Here,” she chirps, “give it a try.”

You stare dubiously down at the pizza and the strange strips of meat adorning it. Glancing back up at Windy, you cock an eyebrow at her.

“Go on,” she says, nodding at the pizza. “If I recall correctly, your mother loved anchovies. Used to eat them by the jarful. That’s why I was so surprised you’ve never even heard of them before!”

Blinking, you give the pizza another glance before, with a mental shrug, you take a bite out of it. Immediately, a strong, salty taste fills your mouth, almost overpowering the other flavors. You chew slowly for a long moment, rolling the new taste around your mouth before swallowing.

You stare wordlessly down at the half-eaten piece of pizza.

That…

That was…

...

“Well, what do you think?” Windy asks softly.

In response, you proceed to devour the rest of the pizza in big, chomping bites.

“That’s what I thought,” Windy says smugly as you stuff your mouth as full as possible. “Just like your mother. Don’t worry, champ. We’ll make a proper pegasus out of you yet, despite your lack of wings.”

You can say nothing, your cheeks bulging with the delicious goodness that you have just discovered. You never thought a fish could taste like this! If your mom has known about this since she was a filly, why has she never shared it with you before!? 

Probably trying to keep it all to herself!

As you continue to enjoy this new treat, the sky slowly turns from deep crimson and orange to purple and midnight blue. Stars spring to life against the vast expanse of darkness, thousands more than you have ever seen back in Canterlot. The moon slowly takes its place in the heavens above, and the clouds glow silver in the liquid moonlight. 

It’s just as breathtaking as the sunset had been.

Beneath the masterwork of art that Princess Luna has laid out, you and Windy slowly finish off the rest of the pizza. She graciously gives you a few more of her pieces, allowing you to savor the new treat you had discovered. Silence falls as you both stargaze together, the only sound being that of the gentle creak of the bench swing. 

Eventually, the pizza is finished.

With a belly full of food and the excitement of the day finally behind you, a yawn takes you by surprise. With a soft laugh and a smile, Windy gathers up the dirty dishes before helping you off to the guest room. You collapse upon the futon and are almost immediately asleep. One last thought crosses your mind before everything fades to black.

Certainly not a bad first day, if you do say so yourself.
> Diver’s Spire
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

With the rising of the sun, your day starts.

The sunlight streaming through the window wakes you. It’s a warm, pleasant feeling, and you hum happily as you sit up and stretch. You’ve always been an earlier riser; you had to be, what with your parents’ weird schedules. It’s almost second nature for you now that when the sun is up, so are you.

Your mom certainly appreciates the chance to see you before she heads off to bed.

For a moment you just sit there, basking in the warm beam of sunlight. You aren’t able to enjoy it for long though, as nature soon comes calling. With a soft huff, you throw the bed sheets aside and climb off the futon.

Yawning, you plod across the soft carpet, your hooves sinking into the plush material. The door slides open silently, and you move down the hall towards the bathroom. Another yawn escapes you, and you shake your body in an attempt to rid yourself of what little sleep still remains in your system. The sudden jostle causes something to bump softly against your chest and you peer downwards.

The amulet your dad gave you bounces weakly against your chest as you walk. The deep purple glow is still emanating from it, and probably still will be for many more months to come. You dad isn’t one of the strongest spellcasters in the Royal Guard for nothing!

The pressure in your gut grows stronger, and you hurry towards the bathroom. With a twist of the handle, you push your shoulder against the door. It swings open, a small puff of stray cloud floating off of the floor only to dissipate in the air.

Crossing your hind legs, you quickly step inside…

...only to freeze a moment later upon discovering that the bathroom is already occupied.

Windy is standing in front of the mirror, her back to the door. A yellow towel is wrapped around her hips, the edge of which just barely hangs over her rump. It’s clear from her matted mane and tail, as well as the steam in the room, that she has just finished showering. She hasn’t noticed you yet though, as her head is tucked beneath one of her wings. A bottle of some kind of oil rests upon the counter beside a small pile of feathers.

Frozen in the doorway, you can only watch with wide eyes as the older mare continues her work. Her head bobs up and down slowly before she suddenly pulls away, another feather held delicately in her lips. As she spits it out onto the pile, you see that the tip of her nose has a thin layer of oil upon it.

Windy flexes her wing—the feathers shifting about slightly—before she leans back in to nibble and nuzzle at her primaries. As the wing moves, you notice that most of her feathers seem to shimmer in the light, an oily sheen covering the soft blue feathers.

It’s actually rather pretty.

You are so distracted by the sight that you don’t even notice the door slowly closing in front of you until it bounces off your head with a hollow-sounding ‘thunk’. Stumbling backwards, you let out a soft curse as you rub the sore spot on your forehead.

At the noise, Windy’s head shoots up and she whips around. Catching sight of you, her eyes widen, and a look of alarm flashes across her face. Her chest fluffs up and her wings flare wide, almost filling the room. A startled squawk escapes her, and she stamps her front hoofs while flapping her wings.

Pushed up against the hallway wall, you watch the display with confusion.

Windy blinks before appearing to realize what she’s just done. A bright blush spreads quickly across her face, and she immediately deflates. “Oh… oh dear,” she squeaks, bring up her wings to hide her blushing face behind them. “I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe I just threat displayed in front of Scarlet’s son!”

You aren’t sure what she’s talking about, but judging by how intense her blush is getting, it was something extremely embarrassing. 

And it’s all your fault.

“Oh, if she finds out, I’ll never hear the end of it,” Windy is muttering, her face still hidden.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammer out quickly, scrambling to your hooves again. “I’m sorry! I didn’t… I didn’t know you were in there! I should have knocked!” With your parents’ conflicting schedules, you always had access to the bathroom whenever you wanted it. You aren’t used to sharing a bathroom with somepony. 

And it looks like that habit is kicking you in the flank this morning.

Celestia drown you in cake and eat you alive, you are just lucky Windy got to the bathroom first! On several occasions you’ve caught yourself leaving the bathroom door open while you did your business. Now that would have been a horrifying encounter.

At your apology, Windy lowers her wings quickly and shakes her head, her eyes wide. “Oh, no! No, champ. You did nothing wrong. I… you just startled me, is all. I was just preening and didn’t hear you coming.”

“Preening?” you ask, cocking your head to the side.

Windy gives you a small smile. “Oh, that’s right. You wouldn’t know about that, would you?” She rolls her eyes and hits the back of her head with a hoof. “I should have known, Scarlet being your mother and all.”

An awkward silence falls for a moment before a sudden pressure in your gut reminds you of your pressing need to use the bathroom. You fidget, crossing your hind legs as you glance between Windy and the toilet.

She gives you a curious look before turning to see what you kept looking at. Realization dawns and her eyes widen. “Oh, dear… sorry. Um, here, let me just get out of your way.” Pushing her discarded feathers into the trash, she grabs the bottle of oil in her mouth and quickly slips by you and out the bathroom.

You make sure to close and lock the door after her.

Taking care of your business, you’re washing your hooves when the pile of feathers in the trash catches your eyes. You stare down at the pale blue feathers before glancing over to the door to make sure it was still locked. Upon seeing that it was, you glanced back down at the feathers. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you debate mentally with yourself for a moment before reaching down and plucking one up from the top of the pile.

Holding the feather up to your muzzle, you take a tentative sniff. A low groan escapes you as the heavy scent of pine fills your nostrils. Inside your sheath, you twitch, the familiar aroma reminding you of yesterday’s events. Another sniff and another nose-full of Windy’s scent, and you find yourself in need of relief.

After double-checking one last time that the door was locked, you step into the bathtub. Using the feather, you tease your head as it slowly emerges from your sheath. A soft ‘ahhh’ escapes you as the soft fibers of the feather brushed against your sensitive flesh.

Sitting down on the floor of the tube, you continue to tease your head with Windy’s feather. With your other hoof, you start to stroke your shaft, gradually building up speed as more precum dribbles from your tip and down your length. Your hoof is somewhat clumsy, but it gets the job done and before long you’ve arrived at your peak.

You tense up, letting out a shaky gasp as your head suddenly flares. Your length jerks and kicks before releasing your essence all over the shower floor. Some lands on Windy’s feather, painting the blue fibers white. Your hips hump weakling as you ride out the pleasure.

Breathing heavily, you remain seated for a moment before getting shakily to your hooves. You eye the mess you’ve made before sighing softly. Well, you need a shower anyways. 

A quick twist of the faucet handle has lukewarm water cascading down upon you. It washes away your shame and cleans off Windy’s feather in the process. Making sure to set the feather aside to place it back in the trash later, you go about washing yourself off.


~ ~ ~ ~ > > < < ~ ~ ~ ~


As Windy pays the chariot driver, you gaze around with foal-like wonder. 

Around you, large waterfalls made of rainbows cascade down from clouds high overhead, falling into dozens of rainbow pools that litter the various sloping grassy hills and plateaus. The prismatic flows spill over the escarpments, staining the rocks and grass in ever-changing hues of colors.

There are other sightseers present, enjoying the breathtaking view as well. Most of them are pegasi, but there are a few of the other races as well. A white unicorn mare in a pink dress and sunglasses trots along a pathway, followed by a younger filly pulling an overpacked cart filled with dozens of bags of luggage. The pair disappear around a bend, heading further into the woods towards the camping site located there.

You continue to peer around, trying to take in as much of the sights as possible. It’s indescribably beautiful, and you find tears beginning to well up in your eyes. Only Celestia could have made a more beautiful sight.

“No words,” you mumble under your breath, “should have been a poet instead.” You’re glad you brought your drawing supplies with you. You might not be able to describe what you’re seeing very well, but you can certainly draw it. Although, with your skills, you won’t be able to do it any justice.

But you can certainly try!

The sound of approaching hoofsteps draws your attention away from the falls. Windy just smiles as she climbs the hill to stand beside you. “So, what do you think?” She’s forgone her varsity jacket, and is instead wearing a simple red blouse and a blue Haywaii-style wrap skirt. In the light from one of the nearby rainbow falls, her mane takes on a reddish tint.

Wide-eyed, you wordlessly nod your head.

This causes her to giggle. “I thought you might like it here. The Winsome Falls are a very popular location. Even us Cloudsdalians will occasionally take a day trip to them just to take in the sights again. They’re always changing, you see,” she says, pointing towards a cluster of clouds. They were drifting slightly on the breeze, their rainbow waterfalls moving with them and leaving behind a small trail of liquid rainbow. 

“Each visit is unique!” Windy says, her wings quivering.

At her words, your inner artist perks up instantly. Each visit is unique? That means that a sketch of the scenery would be one-of-a-kind picture! You can feel your sketchbook drooling already! Hopefully you can muster what little skill you have a get a decent-looking sketch without messing up to badly!

Celestia guide your charcoal.

As if sensing your inner thoughts, Windy giggles again. “That looks like a decent enough spot,” she says, pointing at a large, shady tree, whose leaves were stained blue and purple. “Why don’t you head over there and get settled in?”

Not needing to be told twice, you practically gallop over to the tree, plonking down amongst the twisting roots that make a wonderful makeshift seat and desk. Throwing open your saddlebags, you quickly pull out your sketchbook and drawing supplies.

“Comfy?” Windy asks as she arrives beneath the shaded canopy of multi-hued leaves. Patches of purple and blue light dance across her body from the sunlight streaming through the foliage.

“Yis!” you chirp, snuggling further into the root system. Being an earth pony, you feel at home here, amongst the plants and earth, the feeling of the grass upon your coat.  While Cloudsdale might be growing on you, it is nice to be back on solid ground once more.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then,” Windy hums. “I’m going to explore a little, check out what’s changed. I won’t be far though, so just holler if you need me. I’ll hear it.” 

Nodding absently, you’re already working on what promises to be the first of many sketches. Windy hangs about for a moment, watching you work with a small smile on her face, before, in a flurry of wingbeats, she takes to the air.

You barely notice her departure at first, being so absorbed in your work, but then a pale-blue feather flutters down to land upon your sketchbook. With a blink, you’re pulled from your artistic haze and you stare at the feather before glancing around for Windy. 

After a moment you spy her, floating on the breeze. She twists and flips through the air with foal-like glee, clearly enjoying the warm autumn day. Her movements are so fluid and graceful that you find yourself bewitched. Your hoof begins to move on its own, dragging a piece of charcoal across the parchment in your lap. 

It isn’t long before you have a dozen or so rough sketches of Windy in various mid-flight poses, many of which articulate her flanks and are borderline risqué. You stare down at the drawings, a dark blush spreading across your muzzle.

Dear Celestia, what have you done? Why, that one practically looks like she arching her back in pleasur—

You twitch within your sheath.

Nope! 

Not here! Not now!

Quickly flipping to a new sheet of paper, you try and concentrate on drawing the scenery. It’s no use though, as your attention is constantly stolen by Windy whenever she flies by over head. Before you could stop yourself, you’ve managed to fill another page up with sketches of Windy, as well as a third one.

By the Holy Sun, when you asked Celestia to guide your charcoal, you didn’t mean like this!

Letting out a squeak of dismay, you quickly flip the sketchbook over before letting out a heavy sigh. It’s no use, you just can’t seem to get Windy off your mind. You sit there for a moment, watching her flying to and fro, before slowly picking up your charcoal stick again.

Resigned to your fate, you continue to draw.

You swear the sun is laughing at you.


~ ~ ~ ~ > > < < ~ ~ ~ ~


The sun is beginning to drift towards the horizon when you and Windy arrive back in Cloudsdale. The afternoon traffic is in full swing as ponies head home from work. The air is full of pegasi—a rainbow of fur and feathers streaming through the clouds.

You can’t help but stare wide-eyed as you and Windy walk down the cloud-covered streets, your head craned back and your mouth wide open. Beside you, the older mare giggles softly at the expression on your face.

The trip to the Falls had been a fun experience, despite the fact you didn’t really get any drawings of the scenery done. You gave up on drawing after about an hour, and instead decided to explore the area, trying to memorize the sights so that you might be able to replicate the later, once your mind wasn’t so full of… distractions.

You even managed to find a few leaves that had been stained with various strange colors, such as purple, blue, and one that was even a swirling mixture of red, purple, and orange. They were pressed carefully into the back pages of one of your sketchbooks.

And the day wasn’t over with either. 

Much to your surprise, the chariot driver didn’t take you straight back to Windy’s house. Instead, he dropped you off downtown, as per Windy’s request. When you inquired to the reason why, she had smiled and insisted that you both take the rest of the afternoon to go sightseeing.

“After all, it’s not everyday a non-pegasus gets to see Cloudsdale up close,” she had said. “You might not be a pegasus, but you have pegasus in your blood. You should get to check out where your mother grew up, right?”

Having grown up in the Canterlot, you are no stranger to historical buildings and tourist-centered landmarks. Even so, nothing can prepare you for the wonders that were waiting for you in the sky. There are the obvious places, such as the Weather Factory and the Cloudsdale Stadium, but then there is places that you could never have guessed existed. 

Your head is on a swivel as you and Windy make your way through the downtown area. A large cloud fountain rests in the center of the plaza, geysers of rainbows spewing high into the air. In the open area around the fountain, several pegasi are crafting sculptures out of clouds as bystanders watch from perches that are attached to the sides of the surrounding buildings. A griffon hen has a cart set up as well, a plethora of wing accessories glittering in the setting sunlight. 

There’s also a small fenced in area that runs lengthwise beside the marketplace in which several pegasi in faux armor are currently preparing to joust with one another. Younger pegasi colts cluster around the edge of the fences, hooting and hollering for their favorite jouster while booing their rivals. A nearby vendor sells fresh snow cones made from a cloud she has floating beside her that is producing a steady fall of snow. 

There is so much more than just that; so much more than you can possibly take in—the exotic bird seller, the flying obstacle course designed for foals, the ‘Make-Your-Own Weather’ station.

Beside you, Windy laughs as you spin around in quick circles, trying to see everything at once. 

“So, what do you think?” she asks. “Impressive, isn’t it?”

You let out a squeak in response.

“I knew you’d like it,” she giggles. “It tends to have the same effect for most seeing it for their first time.” Glancing around as well, she nods towards a vendor just down the lane. “Want to get something to snack on while we wander?”

You peer at the vendor in question, who is currently selling something called ‘cloud candy’. At the sight of pictures of food on the side of the cart, your stomach growls hungrily. Ignoring it, you look back up at Windy. “What about dinner?”

“We’ll get some later, once we get home,” she said with a smile. “This will just be to tide us over until then. Or maybe we’ll eat out, if you happen to see some place that looks interesting.”

Welp, that’s good enough for you!

Nodding eagerly, you follow behind her as she makes her way through the crowded plaza towards the vendor. While not as crowded as the skies above, there are still a decent amount of local pegasi and non-flying tourists milling about. You try to stick as close to Windy as possible but there is a few times when somepony gets between the two of you. When this happens though, she slows until you catch back up.

Nearing the vendor, Windy glances over her shoulder at you. “What flavor do you want, champ?”

A quick glance at the list of offered flavors is all you need to determine your choice.

“Blue raspberry!” you chirp, bouncing excitedly on your front hooves. Windy smiles at you as you prance about before moving to stand in the line for the stall. You move to join her, but only manage to take a step when something slams into your shoulder roughly, knocking you over. For a brief moment you tumble head over hooves before ending up in a heap on the clouds.

“Watch it, mudhooves,” a pegasus stallion spits as he stalks by. 

“S-sorry,” you stammer out. Getting your forehooves under you, you begin to push yourself up only to pause as you catch sight of something glowing on the clouds in front of you. Your mind barely has time to register your amulet sitting there—no longer around your neck—before the clouds suddenly drop out from beneath you.

You don’t have time to scream.

Down, down you plunge through the clouds, no longer protected by your father’s spell. Despite the speed of your descent, your heart still manages to rise into your throat. You try and cry out, but your words are stolen by the howling wind almost as soon as they reach your lips. For a moment you are consumed in a swirling world of whites and grays, but then the cloud cover gives way and you fall into nothingness… 

...and a nightmare is revealed.

In horror, you stare down at the patchwork quilt of land below that is rushing up to meet you. Fear erupts inside you like a geyser, as does another emotion you can’t quite place. Your heart pounds in your ears as it pumps blood through your body, adrenaline coursing through your system as your body—ironically—kicks in your fight-or-flight instincts. 

Only, you can’t fly.

Doesn’t stop you from trying though.

Flailing your legs uselessly, you cry out again, begging somepony—anypony—to save you. You cry out for your mom, even though you know it’s futile. She’s miles away in Canterlot, unaware of what’s happening right now. Unaware that you are plunging downwards through the sky. Unaware that you are in trouble. 

Unaware that you are about to die.

The irony... the cruel, cruel irony of the situation is not lost upon you. You are an earth pony. The skies were never meant for you. Clouds and rainbows and heights—they are as unnatural to you as magic. The clouds are meant for the pegasi; the ground is meant for you.

…

At least…

At least you are about to be reunited with your precious earth once more, even if it’s for only one last time.

As the ground grows nearer, you resign yourself to your fate. This is it. This is the end.

...

You really, really hope the impact isn’t painfu—

A light blue streak flashes through the sky like a lightning bolt, and you suddenly find yourself snatched out of the air. The scent of pine floods your nostrils as the pony clutches you tightly against their body, smothering you in their chest fluff.

“Gotcha!” Windy cries. 

Rolling through the air, she uses your momentum to swing herself around. With a few flaps of her wings, you find yourself rising instead of falling. With each powerful stroke, she ascends higher and higher, carrying you further away from what would have been a very messy end. She clutches you close, almost painful so.

You hold onto Windy as well, clinging desperately to the one lifeline given you. Her fur presses against your face, and you can feel her heart pounding in her chest; although not as frantically as yours. Dimly, you note—with some amount of embarrassment and confusion—that at some point during your descent you had become erect. Your member is sandwiched between your stomach and her’s, and it’s prominent enough to bring a blush of shame to your face, despite your current situation. 

If Windy can feel it though, she doesn’t show any indication. Instead, she holds you close and wordlessly carrying you aloft. With her large wings beating strongly, she bears you up, back into the clouds high above.
> Taste of Rainbow
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Some time later, you find yourself seated on a park bench, staring down at the cloudy ground beneath you. A blanket is wrapped about your shoulders, and somepony has found you a cup of hot chocolate at some point. Your amulet is once again hanging around, the cord pulled a little more firmly so it won’t fall off again.

You hold it tight in your hoof regardless. 

Things have quieted down from the chaos earlier. Upon arriving back in Cloudsdale from your freefall trip, a herd of concerned pegasi immediately surrounded Windy, each one jostling each other in an attempt to see if you were alright. Apparently, despite the city being made mostly of cloud, it is practically unheard of for a visiting non-pegasi to fall through the cloudlayer. 

The Guards arrived a moment later, and that’s when the frenzy of questions started. Testimonies were given, eye witnesses interviewed, and information was taken. The stallion who had knocked you over had run off when he saw what had happened. Apparently he hadn’t expected your amulet to fall off in the process.

That hadn’t gone over well with Windy, who puffed up like an overprotective hen at the news. She had stomped around you in small circles, venting her anger but never allowing herself to stray too far. Despite what had happened, you are actually kind of glad the stallion left—you doubt he’d survive Windy’s wrath if he had stuck around.

At least you learned a few new swear words in the process. 

The Guards had assured the both of you that they’d be able to track the stallion down; several pegasi had gotten a good look at his cutie mark before he fled. You were given the once-over by a passing nurse who had just finished her shift and was heading home. 

Throughout everything, Windy never left your side. The whole ordeal seemed to have freaked her out as well. She was all jittery and jumpy, constantly touching you with her wings or hoof, as if to assure herself that you were still safe. Her tail lashed back and forth with such aggression that she was practically swatting her own flank.

Eventually, things began to settled down, and the crowd began to disperse. The sun had sunk beneath the horizon when the last of the Guards finally left, leaving you and Windy alone on the bench.

You both just sit in silence, each staring down at the clouds.

“How… how are you holding up, champ?” Windy asks eventually, her voice thick.

You blink before finally glancing up at her, only to find that she’s giving you a worried look. Her mane is more messy than usual, and there are faint stress lines under her eyes.

As you look at her, she gives you a strained smile. “You doing okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammer out. Swallowing, you try again. “Yeah… I think… given what happened, I’m…” You trail off, a shiver running down your spine at the memory of the weightless sensation. The phantom sounds of the wind rushing by your ears causes them to reflexively twitch. Your heart rate spikes momentarily, and, for whatever reason, you feel yourself being to stir in your sheath.

What… what the hay?

Confused at your body’s odd reaction, you squirm on the bench.

“I know what you mean,” Windy says. “I think my heart just about stopped when I turned around and saw a hole in the clouds where you had been. Your amulet just lying there. I don’t think I’ve moved that faster in my life!” A weak laugh escapes her, and she shakes her head. “I’m not as fast as my daughter.”

“Well… you were fast enough to catch me,” you mumble.

“Just barely,” she says softly. "If I hadn’t noticed… if I hadn’t turned around when I did… if I had been a few seconds slower.” A pained look flashes across her face. “If I hadn’t… I’m not sure what I would tell your mother. She’d… she’d never forgive me. I’d never forgive me.” She’s quiet for a moment before shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter now. You’re safe, and that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah,” you mutter, touching the amulet again.

“Just... can you do me a favor?” Windy asks. “Although, it might sound a little selfish of me.”

“Um, yes?” you say, glancing up again.

She gives you a lopsided smile. “Don’t tell your mother, okay? The last thing I need is Scarlet finding out about this. She’d never let me live it down.”

You stare at her blankly for several seconds before a smile slowly spreads across your face. To anypony else, it might indeed sound a little selfish, but you are well aware of your mom’s habit of holding things over a pony’s head. You nod your head. “Alright.”

“Thanks!” Windy peers up at the moon, which is slowly rising higher into the night sky. “Goodness, we’ve been out here a while. I didn’t realize how late it was!” Standing up, she fluffs her wings before glancing back at you. “How about it? Are you up for heading home, or do you need a few more minutes?”

“No, I’m ready,” you say, hopping down off the bench as well. Folding up the blanket, you tuck it into your saddlebags before making sure they were secure. With that, you move to stand beside Windy.

“I’ll try and make this as smooth as possible,” she says. “Just let me know if you’re getting uncomfortable and I’ll land, okay?” Stepping behind you, she slips her forelegs around your barrel and pulls you against her chest. She unfurls her wings and, with a few powerful flaps, you’re airborne.

Despite being only slightly bigger than you, Windy is able to carry you with very little difficulty. At first, the uneasy feeling returns as your hooves leave the ground, but the feeling of Windy’s legs wrapped around you helps calm your nerves. You know she won’t drop you. 

At least, not on purpose. 

As if sensing your unease, Windy flies close to the ground. She moves slow and steady, only speeding up when you come to the large gaps in between the different cloud sections.

During one of these moments, you chance a glance downwards. Despite the fact it’s nighttime, you can see the countryside far below framed in the light of the full moon. The sight once again brings up memories of earlier—the feeling of weightlessness, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the racing of your heart. For reasons you can’t explain, you feel a stirring in your loins again. 

It probably doesn’t help that you also remember the feeling of Windy’s velvet-like fur against your member.

Dear Celestia, what’s wrong with you?

Confused, and a good amount embarrassed about your arousal, you try and concentrate on something else. 

Like, your classmates or something.

There’s a cute filly in your math class whose flanks are shaping up nicely. You wonder what it would feel like to… 

Wait, no, not that! Quick, something else! Think of something else!

Suddenly, you are pulled from your thoughts as Windy crosses a particularly large gap in the clouds. A sudden updraft washes over your underside, and you inhale sharply as you feel the cool night air wash over your member which is currently peeking from your sheath.

Windy notices your reaction, but she thankfully mistakes it for something else. “Sorry, champ. That was the last gap, I promise. We’re almost home.”

“I-I’m alright,” you stammer, both from the cold and your own embarrassment. Tucking your tail between your legs, you try to clear your mind as much as possible. Much to your relief, you’re able to calm yourself down by the time Windy lands in front of her house. 

You stumble slightly when she releases you, unable to see the clouds very well. It’s surprisingly dark, which, upon taking a look around, you quickly realize why. There’s no lights on in the house, but that’s to be expected; Windy had planned on being home before the sun set. However, you also notice a distinct lack of streetlamps up here on the clouds. The only light comes from the stars and moon up above.

The dark doesn’t seem to bother Windy all that much, as she trots up the path to the door with ease. You follow behind her at a slower pace, making sure to watch your steps as closely as possible as to not trip over a stray bit of cloud again. Windy seems to notice your problem, as she quickly opens the door and turns on the outside lamp.

“Thanks,” you say, giving her a weak smile.

“You’re welcome,” she chirps. “Now, come on. Let’s get you inside.” Draping a wing over your withers, she ushers you through the door. 

You squeeze by her, and for a brief moment her feathers glide over your back and across your rump. It feels like it almost lingers there, as if she’s copping a feel. 

Inside your sheath, your member twitches. 

Before you had a chance to react though, Windy has stepped around you and is making her way further into the room.

“I know you’ve been through a lot today, but are you still hungry?” she calls back over her shoulder as she walks into the kitchen. “I can whip you up something really quick, if you want?”

You pause, having just removed your saddlebags and dropped them on the floor. So much happened in the last few hours that you’ve completely forgotten that you haven’t had anything to eat since lunch. 

After considering it for a few seconds, you shake your head. “N-no thank you.” You aren’t all that hungry at the moment. In fact, you are more tired than hungry, and all you want to do is crawl into bed.

“You sure?” Windy asks, giving you a concerned look over the countertop. Upon seeing you nod your head, she shrugs. “Okay. If you’re sure you don’t want anything. If you get hungry in the middle of the night, you’re more than welcome to grab something out of the fridge. As for me…” Reaching up, she pulls down one of the various mugs and begins to fill it from one of the taps.

“I need something to calm myself down,” she says, holding up the frothy drink. Without waiting for a reply, she bring the mug up to her lips and quaff the drink. 

You stare wide-eyed as her throat pulses with each swallow, the motion accompanied by a faint ‘glug glug’.

That sight causes you to begin to slip from your sheath.

With a faint blush on your cheeks, you continue to watch her drink for a moment longer before a yawn suddenly escapes you. Taken by surprise, you can only blink owlishly.

“Tired?” Windy asks with a small smile. She has a bit of foam on her upper lip, and you watch closely as she licks it clean.

It takes you a moment to realize that she’s asked you a question. You nod, another yawn escaping before you can stop it.

“Go get some sleep, champ,” Windy says. “We’ll do something fun tomorrow, alright?”

You mumble out a faint reply before turning and grabbing your saddlebags in your teeth. With that, you shuffle down the hall towards your room.

The door creaks slightly as you close it behind you. Moonlight streams through the curtains, illuminating the room in a soft, pale light. They sway slightly in the light breeze that drifts through the open window you forgot to close earlier.

And you are too tired to do it now.

You stumble towards the futon, dropping off your saddlebags along the way. Not even turning on the lights, you flumped down and snuggle onto the top of the mess of blankets. They’re a little bit scratchy against your coat, but you are too tired to care. 

However, sleep eludes you, and you instead stare up at the ceiling, your mind abuzz. Much to your annoyance, your member has slipped fully from your sheath and is now laying across your stomach. You try your best to ignore it, but it’s soon clear from it’s throbbing and twitching that it’s not just going to go away on its own.

Why is it so much more active tonight?

Huffing softly, you slowly drag the tip of your hoof up your shaft. It twitches, and a small glob of precum beads up at the tip before dribbling down onto your chest. Using the frog of your hoof, you smear the slippery substance across your flare. Hoof now properly lubricated, you start stroking your length, slowly at first, but speeding up as pleasure begins to well up in your groin.

A low moan escapes your lips.

Reaching down with your other forehoof, you cup your balls, rolling them about as you continued to stroke yourself. The feeling causes your member to twitch again, more precum oozing out to fall down upon your stomach in long, thin strands. 

Your breaths come in short gasps as you continue to work your shaft, one of your hind legs kicking weakly. With each stroke, your hips jerk and buck, the action becoming more and more sporadic as you near your peak. You’re so close. Just a few more seconds and you’ll have sweet, glorious releas—

click

Time freezes in an instant.

Oh dear Celestia, no.

No no no no no!

You tense up in horror as the bedroom door suddenly swings open. Light from the hallway spills across the room and lands upon your prone form. The precum on your hoof and shaft glint almost hypnotically in the soft light.

A moment later, Windy walks in.

“You still awake, Champ?” she begins, only to pause upon seeing you. You can only stare at her, eyes wide, erect colthood in your hoof, and a look of horror on your face. Your member, angered by the sudden lack of attention, throbs heavily.

A particularly large glob of precum splats upon your stomach.

Mercifully Celestia, kill you now…

...

Windy stares at you blankly for a moment before uttering a soft, “Oh…”

In a flurry of movement, you proceed to bury yourself as deep as possible beneath all the blankets. Unfortunately, it’s still not deep enough to hide from your shame.

Silence fills the room, only to be broken by the sound of the door creaking shut. The faint light filtering through the blankets fades, leaving you in total darkness. For a moment, it seems like she’s left, but then you hear a soft, giggle-like sigh. A moment later, the futon shifts about as a weight settles down beside you.

“Champ?” A hoof nudges your side through the blanket. “Come on… this is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

At her touch, you try and shy away, only to become painfully aware of your erect member which is currently sandwiched between your stomach and the futon’s mattress. While no longer close to the edge, you are still in need of release. A fact made infinitely more awkward by the presence of the older mare sitting down right next to you. 

The attractive, flexible older mare who can stick her head between her legs...

You whimper at that mental image, and your colthood twitches, smearing precum on the sheets below you.

“Let me guess,” Windy says slowly, “This has been going on for a few hours, right? You’ve been having, eh… issues since you fell through the clouds?”

You whimper weakly.

Windy laughs again, the soft, breathy sound sending shivers down your spine. “Oh, champ! That’s a perfectly normal and healthy reaction.” There’s a pause before she adds. “In fact, given what happened to you today, I’m surprised I didn’t notice the signs sooner.”

It’s your turn to pause. “W-wha…?”

“Hang on a second,” she says before pulling back the blankets to expose your head. Or rather, one of your eyes.

You stare up at her worriedly, but she just smiles down at you. She drapes a wing over your blanket-covered body, pulling you against her side. A squeak escapes you as your member rubs against the sheets, but you don’t resist.

“There you are,” she murmurs. “Look, this isn’t something to hide about, and it’s certain nothing to be ashamed of either.” At your confused look, she giggles. “Here, let me explain. You see, for certain pegasi, the feeling of falling or diving can cause, well… it can cause intense arousal.” A faint blush spreads across her cheeks. “The sudden spike of adrenaline, the thrill of danger, and the possibility of injury… it excites! It fans the flames. Gets your motor running. This condition is called ‘Diver’s Spire’ because of, well…” With a wave of her hoof, she motions towards you hidden body.

Your member twitches again as if in response to her gesture.

“My daughter, for one, loves the feeling,” she continues. “It’s part of the reason she became a stunt flier in the first place. I can’t tell you how many times I walked in on her after one of her workout sessions, her little hoof going as fast as possible…” She clicked her tongue softly before shaking her head.

“Still, not all pegasi like the feeling. In fact, one of Rainbow’s friends, Fluttershy… she didn’t like the intense feeling at all. She was one of the slowest flyers in the school because she didn’t want to accidently trigger it. I think that’s part of the reason she was so quick to move to a ground city instead of stay in Cloudsdale. A shame, really. I think Rainbow liked her. At least, she called out her name a lot...”

With curiosity outweighing your embarrassment, you slowly begin to emerge from within the blankets. “And, um… mom?”

“She seemed to be one of the few that weren’t ever really affected by it,” Windy hummed thoughtfully. “At least, not that I could tell. I can’t remember a time when she would show any signs of Diver’s Spire. She certainly passed it on to you though,” she added, giving you a smirk and a wink. “You do have pegasi blood in you, after all!” 

You blush as your member twitches again, demanding attention.

Letting the last of the blankets fall off of you, you give the older mare a timid look. “A-and… you?”

Windy pauses, her smile fading even as the faint blush on her face deepened. Staring off into space, she shifts slightly, and your nose picks up the heated scent of pine and… something else. It’s spicy and heavy… and makes your mouth begin to water.

Down below, your colthood throbs with need.

It draws Windy’s attention, snapping her from her daze. She glances down at it for a moment before her gaze snaps back up to you. The blush on her face is almost crimson now. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice her wings begin to stiffen.

As you both stare into each other’s eyes, you suddenly realize just how close your muzzles are. Mere inches separate your lips from her fully, kissable ones.

Windy’s eyelids begin to droop until she’s gazing at you with what could only be described as a sultry look.

“Let’s just say,” she breathes, her breath washing over your lips, “that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” With that, she leans forward…

...and her lips meet yours.

You stiffen in surprise at the sudden contact, only to go slack with a low groan as her heated lips press firmly against yours. It takes a moment for it to dawn on you that a hot mare was kissing you, but when it finally does, a shiver of pleasure runs down your spine. 

This is a dream, it has to be a dream. There was no way that Windy is actually kissing you.

Yet, you’ve never felt so awake before. 

Your senses feel like their on overdrive. You can feel every detail of her lips. They’re so soft and warm and moist and this is amazing and oh my sweet Celestia you have never kissed a filly before let alone an amazing mare like Windy and your lips are dry and cracked and you are so inexperienced that this is probably horrible for her and—

You are pulled from your spiraling doubt when Windy cocks her head to the side, her lips still pressed firmly against yours. A moment later, you feel her tongue slip into your mouth and you moan as it slides against yours. You try and reciprocate the action, but you soon release you have no clue what you are doing.

Windy doesn’t seem to mind your inexperience though. She hums happily, her tongue running eagerly over your teeth as she explores your mouth.

After what felt like an eternity, Windy pulls away, breaking contact with a gasp. Strands of saliva connect your lips together. She licks her lips slowly, staring at you all the while. She’s breathing heavily, the soft, husky gasps causing your member grow to an unbearable stiffness.

“Sorry for being so forward,” she pants. “I don’t know what came over me. I’ll just… I can go, if you’d like.”

“No! Wait!” Moving without even realizing it, you grasp her foreleg as she begins to rise. Gazing up at her with large, pleading eyes, you whimper needily.

She stares down at you blankly for a moment before a small smile touches her lips. 

“Would you like help finding relief?” she asks softly.

You whimper again, your hips jerking slightly as you squeeze her foreleg.

“Alright,” Windy says, a glimmer of excitement springing to life in her eyes. Pulling her foreleg free, she places a hoof against your chest and proceeds to give you a firm push. 

With a yelp, you topple over onto your back. This causes your member to become full exposed. It waves back and forth, a steady stream of precum dribbling down its length to gather about your balls.

Windy eyes are locked on the swaying speckled shaft, lust flashing across her face.

“Don’t tell your mother,” she breathes.

Before you can respond, she suddenly leans down. Her tongue lolls from her mouth, and she drags it slowly across one of your balls, lapping up the pooling precum.

Oh. 

Sweet. 

Celestia!

At the feeling of her warm, wet tongue upon your flesh, your member gives a particular hard spasm. Precum immediately gushes from your tip, flowing quickly down your shaft. 

Without missing a beat, Windy moves upwards, dragging her tongue up the length of your colthood, catching the precum as she goes. She swirls her tongue around your flare, all while staring up at you with those brilliant magenta eyes.

“O-o-oh, buck!” Your hind legs twitch and jerk as Windy laps at your tip. The sensation is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, and you can only gasp and moan as she teases your sensitive head. 

A part of you is insisting that this might be going a little too far. However, it is completely drowned out by a stronger, more primal part of you screaming for more. Screaming for you to grab Windy’s head in your hooves and shove as much as you colthood into her mouth as possible.

Before you can act on said impulse, Windy inhales deeply before leaning forward and completely engulfing your entire member in her maw. Stars burst in front of your eyes as she sinks down your length until her nose is pressed firmly up against your stomach.

The sudden warmth is enough to take your breath away. Your head falls back, and you stare wide-eyed up at the ceiling, your mouth agape. Little gasps escape you as Windy swallows around your flare, the back of her throat tugging wonderfully at your tip.

By Celestia’s holy rear, please let this not be a dream!

“Gah!” Your hips buck as Windy begins to move her head, her lips sliding along your shaft. Upon reaching your head, she lavishes your flare with a serious of licks before she suddenly moves forward again, pushing your twitching length back into her mouth. She pauses at the base for only a moment…

...but then begins bobbing her head quickly.

Up and down your member she moves, her lips slipping and sliding easily against the saliva-coated flesh. Lewd sucking and slurping noises fill the air as she gulps down your colthood with a vigor. Drool trickles down her chin, dripping down onto your balls and thighs, but you don’t care. The feeling of her mouth is indescribable, and a thousand times more better than anything you could manage with your hoof alone.

Before long, your hips are moving on their own, jerking up to meet each of her downward thrusts. She takes this in stride, swallowing eagerly each time your flare touched the back of her throat. 

Too soon, a familiar pressure is welling up within your loins, accompanied by waves of pleasure.

“I… I’m gonna… gonna…” you gasp out, but you’re unable to form the words.

At your stammering, Windy increased her pace. She begins to grunt and moan around your member, her body jerking about in an odd manner. Lifting your head, you see that at some point she has shifted onto her side, one of her hind legs raised into the air. She has her forehoof jammed between her legs and is rubbing away furiously at her mound with the wet hoof.

The sight is too much for you, and you feel yourself begin to flare. Clenching your teeth, you wrap your hind legs around Windy’s head and squeeze them together.

Windy lets out a choking gasp, her eyes widening in surprise as you force her all the way down your length, her nose scrunching as it pushes against your stomach. Her throat spasms as your flared head pushes its way in, causing another burst of pleasure to race up your spine. 

Unable to hold back another more, you peak.

You hold her head firmly in place as your member erupts deep in her mouth, flooding her throat with your heated essence. Grinding yourself against her muzzle, you grunt in pleasure as you feel your balls squeezing their contents down your length. Your member jerks and kicks, forcing glob after glob of hot seed down Windy’s throat.

She gags around your member, only for her eyes to snap shut as she tensed. Her hind leg drops, and her thighs squeeze down hard upon the hoof that was working her own sex. A massive shudder runs through her entire body a moment before the hoof is soaked in a strong, musky-smelling liquid.

After what felt like hours, you finally begin to come down from your high. Shakily, you unlock your hind legs from around Windy’s head, freeing her. She pulls back, letting your softening member to fall from her cum-and-drool soaked lips. 

Coughing weakly, she licked her lips clean before smiling.

“There we go,” she murmurs.

A wave of exhaustion suddenly washes over you as the events of the day finally catch up with you. With a jaw-cracking yawn, you snuggle down into the nest of blankets around you. As sleep slowly starts to claim you, Windy leans down and laps at your member, cleaning it as it retreats back into your sheath.

You murmur softly at the pleasant feeling.

This causes her to giggle, and that’s the last thing you hear before sleep claims you.
> Approaching Thunderheads
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The rumble of thunder wakes you from your slumber.

Smacking your lips, you roll over and snuggle back down into the warmth of the blanket cocoon that surrounds you. Nothing sounds better than drifting back off to sleep at the moment. Which is strange. Normally, you are a morning pony, but apparently today is an off day. It must have something to do with that amazing dream you had last night.

It involved Windy.

And it had been delicious.

If you had a way to contact Princess Luna, you would have thanked her for that dream. Sadly, you don’t, so you just have to try and put it to memory for later, for when your hormones flare up again.

Another low rumble causes your ear to twitch, and you huff softly. Fine, time to get up. Fighting back a yawn, you sit up and bearily glance around. The clock on the bedside table informs you that it is almost ten o’clock.

Wow, you must really be having an off morning.

The blankets slide from your shoulders, and you shiver as your body is suddenly exposed to the chilly morning air. The window is still open from last night, and through it you can see dark storm clouds gathering in small groups against the blue sky. Sunbeams shine through the gaps, giving the scene an almost otherworldly view.

You gaze out at the sight for a moment before another gust of cold air sends the curtains fluttering, and another shiver down your spine. Realizing that you can practically see your breath, you shimmy to the edge of the futon, intent on closing the window. As you move though, you pause at the sudden feeling of mild discomfort from down below. It almost felt… sticky?

A grunt of annoyance escapes you. The only downside to having good dreams. That just means you’ll need to shower before heading to breakfast.

Grumbling to yourself, you roll off the futon, only for a few light-blue blue feathers to come fluttering out of the blankets with you. You freeze, staring down at the feathers with wide eyes as the memories of last night come flooding back.

N-no way…

Picking up one of the feathers with a trembling hoof, you give it a tentative sniff. The faint scent of pine tickles your nose, confirming who the feather belonged to. Then that meant that last night… 

Oh, sweet blessed Celestia.

It hadn’t been a dream.

Still in shock, you dazedly take another sniff. The delicious scent once again brings up the events of last night, and you feel your member—still somewhat sticky—twitch within your sheath. You had actually… and Windy had… and then you...

Kra-BOOM

A particularly loud crack of thunder jolts you from your daze. You glance out the window just in time to see several long bolts of lightning dance across the storm clouds in the distance. Placing the feather down on the bedside table, you move forward and, taking one last look outside, close the window.

You turn back around slowly, mind still abuzz with last night’s events. It is still hard to believe it’s real. That Windy had walked in on your masturbating, and things had gotten better from there.

…

Wait…

Where is Windy?

A faint noise reaches your ears, causing them to perk. The bedroom door is slightly ajar and through the crack, you can just make out the soft sound of… something. It’s almost sounds like shuffling accompanied by periodic grunts.

Curiosity piqued, you move silently across the room and nose the door open. Unable to see the source of the noise from your current position, you slip out of the room and move down the hall. The sound grows steadily louder as you creep along.

Reaching the end of the hallway, you peer around the corner into the living room, only for your eyes to widen a moment later and a blush touches your cheeks.

Windy lies prone in the center of the room, her hind legs spread and her back arched. She hasn’t notice your presence yet, her eyes closed as she moves. Her wings flutter as she slowly arches further back, reclining her head until she’s facing the ceiling. This accents her rump wonderfully, the muscles twitching and quivering. She huffs softly and holds the position for several seconds before, with a sigh, she relaxes and allows her chest to drop carefully back to the floor.

You continue to watch from behind the corner as Windy takes a moment to rest. Then, with a grunt, she lifts her hind legs upwards into the air, all while keep her chest on the floor. Slowly, her back curves as she lifts her legs higher and higher, the muscles in her stomach taut and bulging. This continues until her hind legs are pointed straight up at the ceiling, her back bent at an angle that look incredible uncomfortable. She doesn’t show any signs of discomfort though, holding the position even as her abs visibly twitched.

Then she lowers her legs...

...and your eyes widen in shock.

You had been expecting her to lower them backwards, returning to the prone position she had been in before. Instead, she keeps going, her legs falling forwards as her back bends practically in two. In a fluid, sweeping motion, her hinds legs fold downwards until both hooves come to rest on either side of her head. The sudden bump of her hooves making contact with the floor causes her tail to flop forward, covering her face in a curtain of two-toned orange hair.

This also exposes her completely to your watching eyes.

You stare unabashedly, your mouth hanging open in awe. Sure, you’ve caught brief glimpses before when the fillies at school unconsciously flicked their tails about while they walked down the hall. But that was nothing compared to this. Her marehood is on full display, with nothing blocking your view.

You immediately notice that it’s plumper than your classmates’, her lips a whole lot fuller. The skin around her marehood is a slightly darker shade of blue than her coat, except for along her slit where the smallest amount of pinkish-orange is barely visible. A small tuft of fur is located near the top, covering the small bump located there. Her breasts are exposed as well, jutting upwards. 

And there, glinting in the sunlight streaming in through the bay windows are…

“A-awesome,” you breathe, staring at the barbell piercings that adorned her nipples. The piercings cause them to stand up fully, twin tiny peaks upon the fleshy mounds.

Celestia bless this.

Windy twitches, and it only then that you realize that you said that out loud. You clod-headed idiot! Panic blossoming in your chest, you try to scramble backwards, but it is too late. You freeze as Windy flicks her tail out of her face and looks up, her gaze finding yours almost immediately.

Silence fills the room as you both stare at each other, but then, she smiles.

“Good morning!” she chirps. “I was beginning to wonder when you’d wake up! You were sleeping like a log.” Her hips flex as she shifts to keep her balance. This causes her lower lips to open briefly, and it takes all of your willpower to keep your eyes locked with hers. Unfortunately, you can’t stop the blush that slowly spreads further across your face, nor can you stop yourself from twitching within your sheath.

“You were really out of it,” she continues, either oblivious to the fact she was flashing you or uncaring. “I didn’t realize how tiresome yesterday’s events had been for you. You must have been exhausted! I know I was! That was the most excitement I’ve had in ages!”

You give her confused look, unsure if she’s talking about the fall through the clouds or the… other thing that happened last night. It’s rather hard to concentrate, what with her marehood still on full display.

Giving your head a quick shake, you swallow thickly, trying to find your voice. 

“I-is, um… is it supposed to storm today?” you ask, stepping around the corner and into the room proper. You try your best not to stare, but it’s rather hard considering she still hasn’t covered herself up yet.

Windy blinks, cocking her head to the side slightly, which just looked painful to you. “Not that I’m aware of.” She pauses and her ears perk as another low rumble of thunder can be heard. Her face lights up with understanding. “Oh! Oh, no, champ. Those storm clouds aren’t for us. The Weather Factory is making those for a nearby town, like Ponyville or Van Hoover or Tall Tale. No, you’ll know when Cloudsdale is getting ready for a storm. Trust me.” She gives you a wink at the same moment that her hips flex again.

You face suddenly feels warm and you glance away hurriedly. That was certainly a mental image you’ll be keeping around for later fun. You feel yourself start to peek from your sheath, and you quickly shift your hind legs to hide it.

Unfortunately, Windy notices.

“Oh no! Are you still reeling a little riled up?” she asks, concern flashing across her face. “I thought for sure we took care of that last night, although…” she hums softly, staring up at your underbelly in such a way that gave you butterflies in your stomach “...it’s not unheard of to have the effects linger overnight.”

“I-I’m fine!” you say quickly, covering yourself with your tail. “There’s n-no need to do, um… do that again. I’m fine! Perfectly fine! Nothing wrong here! Heheh…” Laughing weakly, you shuffle awkwardly in place.

Yeah… real smooth there, clod head.

Still in her weird position, Windy giggles. “Awww, look at you! Your face is all red. I can practically see the steam coming off your cheeks. Don’t tell me you’re getting all flustered over what happened?”

Forget being warm, your face is now on fire! You can’t recall a time when you’ve been this embarrassed before! You try and speak, but only a squeak escapes your lips.

“H’ohmygosh, you totally are!” Windy cooes. “That’s so adorable! To think you still get flustered by something as simple as that! Bow never so much as batted an eye after the first few months. The fillies must love you.” If she keeps this up, you’ll be nothing more than a pile of ash on the floor. 

Ears splaying back, you turn your head to the side and give her a mumbled reply.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” she asks.

“I’ve, um… n-never done anything like that before,” you mumble, still not looking at her.

At your words, Windy stares up at you with wide eyes for a moment. “W-wait, what?!” In her surprise, she accidently flaps her wings. This causes her to tip over into a twisted heap with a yelp.

You wince at the sight, fairly certain that legs shouldn’t be able to stick out in those kind of directions or angles. Windy doesn’t seem too much concerned with it though, as she quickly twists about, untangling herself with little effort.  

“That was your first time?!” she cries as she gets to her hooves. 

“Um, yes?” you say with uncertainty, taking a step backwards.

“But, most pegasi foals have a least started experimenting by your age! Surely you’ve had a marefriend before?” she presses, giving you an incredulous look. “A sweet thing like you? The fillies must have been tripping over themselves to get to you!”

“I, uh… they… they don’t really talk to me all that much,” you say, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. “ I… usually just keep to myself and draw during break periods. Some might wander over to see what I’m doing, but they don’t stay around. They just giggle and wander away.”

“When they’re wandering off, do they sway their hips and glance back at you over their shoulders?” Windy asks.

You blink up at her. “Um… I don’t know? I don’t watch them. I just go back to my drawings.”

It is Windy’s turn to blink.

“Really?” she asks. “You never stare at their flanks? Not a glance? Really? A colt your age? Not once?” She gives you a bemused look. “Are you sure you’re Scarlet’s son?”

It’s your turn to blink. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I, er… actually, don’t worry about it,” Windy mumbles, her cheeks darkening slightly. She clears her throat and fluffs her wings before continuing. “But, in all seriousness… not even a glance?”

“I mean… not when I’m drawing,” you say, glancing off to the side. Are you really having this conversation with her at the moment? “If I’m walking down the hall or trying to pay attention in class… like in history...” A particularly filly suddenly springs to mind, the gothic one that sits just in front of you. With her purple mane and her freckles on both her face and rump and her chest fluff and her flank all jiggly and all full of UNF!

Shoot, you’re starting to peek from your sheath again!

Snapping out of your daze, you realize you’ve been staring off into the distance and that drool has been gathering in the corner of your mouth. As you quickly wipe your lip off, Windy giggles.

“Ah! So you are a normal colt after all,” she says with a grin. “Fillies on the mind.”

“W-well, yeah,” you stutter out. “They’re nice to look at… a few of them really, really nice… but I’m not really that interested in any of my classmates. They’re just not… well...” Unable to find the words for it, you wave your hooves around in front of you. “They’re just not… grown up enough?”

“So what?” Windy asks. “Are you telling me you have a thing for older mares?”

You open your mouth to deny it, but nothing come out. Instead, you puff out your cheeks and glance off to the side. Your face is starting to heat up again.

Windy squishes her cheeks with her hooves. “H’ohmygosh! You do?! Gah, that’s… that’s so adorable!” Still clutching her face, she begins to flutter back and forth through the air, giggling excitedly all the while. 

“It’s not my fault!” you defend hurriedly. “My mom’s to blame!”

“I can’t believe—wait… what?!” Windy freezes, staring at you with wide, alarmed eyes.

Realizing how that might sound, you backpedal quickly. “Not like that. Not like that!” She appears to relax as you explain. “I’m not attracted to mom. That… that would just be awkward. It’s just…” 

You pause, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you work up the nerve to confess to Windy. It’s something you haven’t even discussed with your parents, let alone another adult… especially one who just gave you a mindblowing blowjob the night before! 

Finally working up the courage, your next words come out in a rushed breath. “It’s just… she brings her coworkers over during the day for cards and drinks, and sometimes mom will let me hang out with them and they get all rowdy and like to tease each other and joke about sex and stuff and flirt with one another and sometimes they get me involved and I don’t know why I like it but I do cause it makes me feel funny and occasionally they will offering me drinks but ‘don’t tell father or he’ll read me the riot act’!”

Silence fills the room as you finish your tirade, broken only by your heavy breathing. After a moment, Windy nods her head.

“That sounds more like the Scarlet I used to know,” she hums. She continues to stare at you, her eyes narrowing slightly. It was a calculating look, one that made you squirm slightly under her gaze. She’s plotting something; what it is though, you have no idea.

Tapping a hoof against her chin, she muses for a few more seconds. “I think,” she says slowly, “that I know what the problem is. Yes, I do believe I know what the problem is and I believe that your mom is too busy to help. So—” she claps her hooves together and gives you a large smile “—it’s up to me to correct this!”

You cock your head to the side. “Wait… correct what?”

“Don’t you worry, champ,” she says as though she hadn’t heard you. “Aunt Windy is going to get you rolling! Your mother has lived amongst the groundwalkers for much too long! She’s neglected your heritage! Your pegasi blood! You lack the ol’ Cloudsdalian self-confidence! I’ll get it back up there again! You’ll take to the skies, spread your wings and soar!” As if in response to her words, her own wings suddenly flare wide, curling slightly forward to loom over you. 

“You’ll have your pick of the fillies!” she continues. “They’ll be tripping over their hooves just for the chance to herd with you! Just you wait, we’ll make a proper pegasus out of you yet!

“I have to warn you,” she adds, that weird creepy smile getting even bigger as she stalks slowly forward, “we Cloudsdalians are a matriarchal society… which means we mares can be kind of rough! Don’t worry though, if you can manage to hold on, I can promise you the ride of your life!” She comes to a stop in front of you, her wings still flare and her chest fluffed up. 

You stare up at her with wide eyes, unable to backup anymore with your flank smooshed against the couch. The heated scent of pine and sweat tickles your noise, the remnants of Windy’s earlier exercises. The aroma stirs something deep inside you even as you stare up into her slightly crazed eyes.

You mind is terrified…

...but your colthood is intrigued.

“W-what…” you begin to say, only to wince as your voice cracks. Licking your suddenly dry lips, you continue. “What do you have planned?”

She nuzzles your cheek. “Oh, don’t you worry. Come this evening, you’ll begin to see just what Cloudsdale truly has to offer.”
> Party on the Cloud Tops, Top of the World
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

You gape up at the massive coliseum of clouds that looms high above you. It’s an awe-inspiring sight; all the pillars, arches, doorways, and walls made from solid clouds. Large spotlights focus upon the stadium’s sides, illuminating the long banners that fluttered in the cool night air. They all bear the same emblem: a pegasus skull with wings upon a purple-and-black background.

All around you, hundreds of pegasi mill about, squawking happily as they swarm towards the stadium’s entrances. Everypony is decked out in purple and yellow shirts, as well as bracelets, necklaces, and makeshift crowns of glow sticks. 

And that was just the older crowd.

Many of the younger pegasi are dressed up in outfits that immediately bring a dark blush to your cheeks. Fishnet stockings, high socks and saddles, and bridles with metal bits. Dozens are even wearing skintight latex flightsuits, many of which are custom made to expose hind legs or forelegs or even the sides of the barrel. There is one mare—Celestia bless her—that cut all four legs off of her black flight suit so that it looks like she is wearing a tight, form-fitting leotard of latex. The white feathers on her wings have all been dyed the same color as her mane—purple, yellow, and black—and have a dusting of glitter upon them so that they appear to twinkle in the light.

And over the noisey chatter of the crowd, vendors can be heard crying out, trying to sell their various foods and drinks. Many delicious scents hit your nose, each one as mouth watering as the last. Popcorn, pegasi wings sprinkled with brown sugar, cloud candy, deep fried hayfries, hayburgers, nachos, and many other aromas you can’t place but make your stomach gurgle all the same.

You are so enraptured by the scene before you that you don’t even realize that Windy is try to move you along until you feel her wing drape across your back.

“Come on, champ,” she cries, having to shout next to your ear to be heard. “Let’s get inside before it gets too crowded.”

You nod and quickly falling in step beside her, keeping close to her side to prevent yourself from becoming separated by the crowd. She has left her varsity jacket at home, and you can feel her soft coat brush against yours.

Windy leads you along, heading towards the main entrance into the stadium. A group of security guards are positioned there, checking tickets and making sure that the sea of pegasi does not become too rowdy.

As you get into line, you glance up at Windy. “What’s going on?!”

“Oh, you’re going to love this,” she shouts back. “You’re mother told me you’ve been to several Wonderbolt shows, correct?” You nod, and she gestures up at the large poster above the entrance that depicts the pegasi skull and wings. “Well, not it’s time for you to see their counterparts, the Shadowbolts!”

“Shadowbolts?” you ask, cocking your head to the side. “I’ve… never heard of them.”

“Your mother’s never mentioned them before?” Windy asks, a surprised look flashing across her face. “Strange. We used to go to their shows all the time!” She’s silent for a moment, clearly lost in thought, before suddenly continuing. “Anyways, I guess it’s not completely unexpected that you haven’t heard of them. They’re a flight acrobatics group that is exclusive to Cloudsdale, though their popularity almost rivals that of the Wonderbolts. At least, amongst the pegasi.” 

She’s interrupted as a stallion suddenly flies by low overhead, a mare riding upon his back while laughing uproariously. They flit across the crowd for a moment before the stallion suddenly barrel rolls, dumping the mare into a group of pegasi that appear to be their friends, if the reaction to the mare’s sudden arrive is anything to go by.

“None of the Wonderbolt shows were ever like this!” you comment as you watch the chaotic scene unfold around you.

“I would think not,” Windy giggles. “Even though they put on air shows, the Wonderbolts are mostly militaristic in nature. They have a kind of… order about their performances. They’re dignified and, if I’m being honest, a little stuck up. The Shadowbolts, however, are privately owned and focus on one thing and one thing only.”

You cock your head to the side. “What’s that?”

“Entertainment!” As if on cue, dozens of fireworks suddenly go whistling up into the night sky. A moment later, they explode in large bursts of yellows and purples. This earns loud cheers from the ponies below, and several jump into the air and start doing flips through the air. This continues as the lines continue to move; fireworks going off every few minutes as the crowd gradually works its way into the stadium through the ticket lines.

When you eventually reach the front of the line, the security mare holds up a hoof to stop you and Windy. “Tickets please.”

“Certainly!” Tucking her head beneath her wing, Windy pulls out two tickets. She passes them to the security guard, who looks them over before her eyes suddenly widen. Reaching into a pocket on her uniform, she pulls out a crumpled up piece of paper. She compares the tickets to what’s ever on the paper before stuffing the paper and the tickets back into her uniform pocket.

For a moment you worry that something’s wrong with the tickets, but then the mare proceeds to drape a lanyard over first Windy’s neck and then yours.

“Enjoy the show,” she says, ushering both of you around her so she can get to the next pony in line.

As you enter the stadium, you glance down at the lanyard. A weird-looking badge hangs from the end, knocking softly against your cloudwalking amulet. Flipping the badge around shows that it bears the now-familiar pegasus skull and wings.

“Um, what are these for? Nopony else got them,” you ask as you let the badge fall back against your chest. Sure enough, as you look around, you see that you and Windy are the only ones wearing a lanyard. Everypony else just appears to have green paper bands around one of their forelegs.

A smirk crosses Windy’s muzzle and she taps her own badge. “Box seat passes.”

“Really?!” You gaze up at her, eyes sparkling.

“Well, it helps that I’m the yoga instructor for one of their main fliers,” Windy giggles. “Freefall can get me them for free. Sadly, I haven’t shown up to a show in a while, but if they are anything like they used to be… Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” She bounces into the air, her wings fluttering excitedly before she lands again.

As she prances about with foal-like gleefully, you glance around. The interior hall runs around the circumference of the stadium, with different numbered gates allowing ponies to head into the stands. There is also several gates higher up on the wall, obviously meant for pegasi to fly up to get to them. Posters and flyers of different events adorn the upper walls. There are pictures of local teams, as well as a huge calendar with upcoming air hockey games. Various stands and kiosks line the walls along the floor, selling food, merchandise, or drinks. There’s even a small food court offering selections from the Hay Loft, Los Tres Coltritos, the Feedbag, Spicy Buck’s Wings, and the Krusty Kloud. Pegasi are already lining up to get food.

The sight and smells of all the food gets your mouth watering, and despite the fact you ate before you came, your stomach gurgles needily. Maybe once you’ve found your seats, Windy will let you come and get something tasty to snack on. You haven’t had anything from the Feedbag in ages! There’s none in Canterlot, as the nobles detest the name. The last time you had it was when your dad brought some back from Ponyville after going down to visit with his cousin, Vinyl something or other.

Lost in thought about the oaty goodness that possibly awaited you, you almost miss it when Windy suddenly stops. It isn’t until she pulls your tail that you turn around to see what’s going on.

“Hey, you want something?” she asks, nodding towards the kiosk in front of her.

You glance over, only to perk upon seeing that the mare behind the counter is selling air hockey jerseys for the various teams.

“Your mother said you were an air hockey fan,” Windy explains. “What do you say? Want a jersey? My treat.”

“Yes please!” you chirp, pronking over to the kiosk. 

Windy smiles and passes the kiosk owner some bits. The mare counts them out before nodding and gesturing towards the rows of jerseys. “Alright! Go ahead and pick your favorites!” 

You and Windy both begin to pursue the assorted garments. Your eyes dance over the bright color depicting the various teams. There are the Manehattan Jetstreams, the Ponyville Prancers, the Tell Tale Terrors, the Oakvale Neighers, the Hollow Shade Hydras, the Screaming Tempests, the Golden Contrails, and the Cloud Softies, just to name a few. 

None of them are what you are looking for, however.

Pushing a few of the jerseys aside, you are beginning to think she doesn’t have what you’re looking for when, out of the corner of your eye, you spot it. Unable to stop yourself from grinning like a mad beast, you pull your find out and hold it up with hollowed reverence. 

The silver and gold jersey practically shimmers in the light. A stylized unicorn in full plate armor and carrying a claymore is emblazoned upon the chest, standing in front of a rising sun. And there, printed proudly for all to see are the words ‘CANTERLOT CRUSADERS’.

Somewhere, a choir of angels are singing.

Celestia herself sheds a single tear. 

Wasting no time, you quickly slip the jersey over your head. It’s a little baggy, but you don’t even care. You’ve found your new favorite shirt. You are going to wear this thing until it unravels itself. It will have to disintegrate from old age in order to leave your body. You will live in this shirt, die in this shirt, and be buried in this shirt. And nopony is going to tell you otherwise. 

Grinning wildly, you smooth out the jersey before turning around to show Windy your find. You open your mouth to call out to her, only to freeze a moment later. Your eyes widen and your smile vanishes. 

Somewhere, a balcony has just collapsed, sending a choir of angels screaming into the abyss. The horrible, terrifying scene before you can only be summed up in two words. “You traitor.”

“What?” Windy blinks before glancing down at her treacherous blue and gold jersey with white accents. She runs a hoof over the thundercloud releasing three bursts of lightning that adorns her chest before glancing back up at you. “What’s wrong with the Cloudsdale Thunderbolts?”

“Oh, nothing,” you sniff, your nose in the air. “As long as you don’t mind a mediocre team that relies on their goalie too much.”

Windy stares at you blankly for a moment before the faintest hints of a smirk slowly spreads across her muzzle. “Well, at least they have one good player on their team.” She gives your jersey a pointed look. “When was the last time the Crusaders won a cup?”

“Hey!” You give her an affronted look. “They’ll get one eventually! They’re just taking their time perfecting their maneuvers! Just you wait! In a few years, they’ll be unstoppable!”

“Uh-huh, if you say so,” Windy says, although she’s giving you a sympathetic look. She’s silent a moment before her eyes narrow slowly. “You know… your mother used to be a huge Thunderbolts fan back in the day.”

You gasp before pointing a hoof at her. “Tis a lie!”

Windy hides her smile behind her wing. “No, I distinctly remember she used to have an old Thunderbolts cheerleader outfit she would wear when we went to the games. Trying to catch one of the players’ eyes, no doubt.”

Giving her a scathing look, you turn about on your heels and stalk off in a huff. You only manage to take a few steps or so before a pair of forelegs wrap around your chest, and your suddenly find yourself airborne.

“Come on, champ,” Windy says in your ear. “Let’s go find our seats before the show starts.” Clutching at her forelegs, you nod happily as she carries you aloft, heading for the upper-story section of the stands. 

Pegasi are already swarming the theatre, fluttering down to claim their seats in droves. Luckily, it appears that Windy knows exactly where to go, as she makes a beeline for a large balcony in the middle of the far wall, right across from a large display screen. 

As she gently lowers you down into the balcony, you take a moment to glance around. The balcony itself is made completely out of cloud, with barely any railing to speak off. There is a slight upwards curve around the edges though, giving the oval-shaped platform a dish-like appearance. The entire thing remains stationary, attached to the stadium’s wall by a pair of rails that allows the balcony to be raised or lowered as needed.

“Here we are!” Windy chirps as she lands beside you. “Some of the best seats in the house. We should be able to see almost everything from up here!” She plops down in one of the half-dozen or so seats present in the center of the cloud platform. A happy sigh escapes her lips. “Ah, that’s the stuff!”

You proceed to sit down as well, only to yelp as you suddenly sink into the seat, the strange material molding almost perfectly to your flank.

“Relax, champ,” Windy says, still reclined. “It’s just memory cloud. This stuff is the best, although its rather expensive to make. Natural clouds are much easier to come by, but not as comfortable. This stuff—” she pats the seat beneath her “—conforms almost perfectly to your body”

“What? Really?!” Pulling yourself from your seat, you turn and watch with fascination as the cushion retains the shape of your flank for a moment before slowly filling back out. You push it down again with a hoof, only to giggle upon seeing the imprint of your hoof a moment later.

“What are you…?” Windy begins, only to stop when you suddenly shove your face completely into the cushion.

You leave it there for a moment before pulling back, leaving behind a perfect imprint of your face. The sights sends you into a fit of laughter.

Windy just rolls her eyes, but smiles nonetheless.

Getting yourself under control again as your face-imprint fades, you move to sit back down… only to pause as an idea slowly begins to form in your mind. Slowly, you glance down towards your groin before returning your gaze back to the memory cloud seat. 

If it’s comfy on your butt… maybe it’ll be comfy on your… yes? 

You feel a stirring down below at the thought of the form-fitting cushion molding around something a little more… sensitive. 

Before you could put your plan into action though, the spotlights in the stadium flash three times before they start to dim. All around the stands, conversations die out as an excited hush falls over the crowd.

“Oh! It’s starting!” Windy says, sitting up quickly.

Sadly scrapping your plan, your take your seat again. The spotlights flicker one last time before they fade completely. The stadium is plunged into almost complete darkness, the only light coming from the stars high above and the glowsticks that adorned many of the pegasi in the stands.

For a moment, the world is silent and still.

But then the music starts.

A bell trills, the sound rising and falling in pitch. More bells join in, each one a different tone and rhythm. The combined chimes echoing around the darkened stadium reminds you of birdsong. You can almost see the birds fluttering through the muted starlight, chasing after one another as they sing.

A gong booms out suddenly, causing you to jump in surprise. Dozens of yelps from other balconies indicate others were startled as well, but faint laughter soon follows. Another strike on the gong, and the bells begin to fade. 

That’s when more instruments come in.

It is a steady beat, the electronic notes ‘tink-tink’ing through the air. They are neither too fast nor too slow, but the perfect pace to bob your head along with. Soon, the bells return, their notes weaving through the music with flawless ease, rising and falling with the rhythm.

Your eyes, having adjusted to the darkness, pick up movement down on the ground in the middle of the stadium. Something is shuffling around down there, but you can’t quite make out what is happening.

Vocals join the music now, the voices singing something in ancient Equestrian that you don’t understand. Regardless, a shiver runs down your spine as the vocals mix perfectly with the already heavenly music. Hoof tapping and head nodding, you are so wrapped up in the music that you don’t even notice that the pace is picking up steadily until—

DROO-O-O-O-O-O-OOOMMMM

An explosion of bass reverberates through the stadium. The suddenness of the blast nearly causes your heart to leap from your chest. The force of the beat causes the balcony beneath you to shudder and vibrate with each ‘DROOM DROOM DROOM’.

At the initial drop, three shadows rush into the sky from the center of the field below. They hang in the air from a brief moment before, with another blast of bass, spotlights flare to life.

Unlike earlier, they aren’t using white lights, but are instead filling the stadium with the deep purple of black lights. A few of the beams sweep across the stands—washing over the spectors and causing their coats and manes to change to unearthly colors—but the majority of the spotlights focused on the three shadows still hovering in the air.

Three batponies, decked out in tight purple-and-black jumpsuits, float there, their leather wings flared wide. As the black lights settle upon them, neon lines painted on their wings and bodies suddenly glow bright, flashing with neon blues and cyans, greens and pinks, reds and purples. 

They remain stationary for a long moment in the black lights—proudly displaying their brilliant colors—before, with simultaneous flaps of their wings, they flip off through the air, where they are joined by several more batponies in similar outfits.

The music drops again as they meet, and lasers suddenly spring to life, flashing around the stadium in harmony with the thumping music. Fog begins to fill the air, colored by the flashing lights. Dark clouds crackling with different colored lightning float up around the stadium. 

With a loud screech, the batponies spiral off into the air…

...and the show truly begins.

Electronic music roars in your ears. You can feel the beat in your chest, thumping in time with your pounding heart. Neon lights flash throughout the stadium as ponies cheer and whoop, throwing their hooves in the air as they jumped about in their seats and balconies. You’ve never been to a rave before, but based off what you’ve heard, you are pretty sure this could be one.

Breathlessly, you watch with wide eyes as the jumpsuited batponies fly through the air, flapping their wings in time with the heavy, bassy beat. While not as fast as a pegasi flyer, what they lacked in speed, they make up for in acrobatics. They weave and duck through the beams of black lights, flip and spin around the flashing laser lights, and swing and roll against each other. With almost eerie grace, they move through the night air like some kind of strange, bioluminescent creatures of the Deep.

Leaning forward in your chair, you watch unblinkingly as the batponies zip around the stadium. They fly around the circumference of the field, their wingtips practically brushing across the crowd as they circle the stands. After each lap, they’d meet in the middle of the field again where their spandex-covered forms twist and writhe against each other in an almost erotic fashion. Flanks brush against flanks and stomachs press against stomachs in a way that causes a stirring in your loins, but then the flyers separate and begin circling the stadium again.

This is definitely not like any of the Wonderbolts shows you’ve been too.

This is so much better.

After several minutes of this, the batponies meet in the middle once more but instead of flying off again, they stay there, slowly circling as they bump, grind, and practically hump one another. The music starts to crescendo, and slowly, the batponies begin to rise higher into the air. Up and up they go, the tension in the music rising with them. Before long, you have to crane your head back to see them.

They continue to spin in an ever tightening circle, a ring of writhing bodies in the air, until a sudden rumble of bass shakes the stadium. From down below in the fog, a shadow launches itself skyward in a blur of speed. The shape flies upwards, through the ring of batponies, all of whom immediately scatter. 

Now unobstructed and in the the spotlight of black lights, the figure is revealed to be a pegasi mare. Unlike the batponies, she isn’t wearing a jumpsuit. Instead, her light blue coat is painted with multiple purple and yellow phosphorescent lines and markings. Her wings are spread wide, revealing that all her feathers have been dyed different colors. Each one glows brilliantly beneath the ambience of the black lights.

She hangs there in midair, slowly spinning in place as she displays her wings for all to see. The world seems to stand still, even the music pausing in reverence to the mare—her fur glowing and her body on display against the starry backdrop of the sky above.

You barely get a chance to truly admire her though, before the bass suddenly drops again along with the mare…

...and your balcony along with it.

A non-mareish shriek escapes you feel yourself falling. Around you, the other balconies are dropping as well, accompanied by the shrieks and cheers of the pegasi upon them. Beside you, Windy laughs, her hooves up in the air as her mane flutters about.

The balconies continue to fall for a few more seconds before stopping just as suddenly as they had dropped. There is a second of stillness in which you catch your breath, but then the platforms jerk skywards. Upon reaching their peak, they drop again.

In time with the thumping beats of the music, the balconies rise and fall. Their speed and height vary in such a way that a wave of cloud platforms ripple around the stadium. Then all of them rise as one, only to drop one by one. There is a pattern to the madness, but you are too enthralled to work out what it is.

The crowd whoops loudly, all the pegasi allowing themselves to be tossed about despite their ability to fly. The batponies are once again gathered in the center of the stadium. They spin and gyrate around the pegasi mare, who is standing upon a small cloud platform. She’s dancing, striking poses that would not look out of place in some of those adult magazines that most certainly not beneath your bed back home.

“Woohoo! Go Freefall!” Windy cheers loudly, though you can barely hear her over the music.

Your heart is thundering in your chest, lodging itself into your throat at each drop only to return to normal with the rise. Adrenalines courses through your system, the faux feeling of falling bringing your mind back to your plunge through the clouds. 

The feeling is so exhilarating that you find yourself laughing with almost drunken glee as the balcony drops again. Throwing your hooves up, you hardly even notice that at some point your colthood has become erect, throbbing in beat with each ‘WUB WUB WUB’ of the music. Beside you, Windy’s wings are stiff as well, and her face is flushed. Her eyes are bright though, and full of life. They seem to glow pink beneath the black lights.

You’ve never experienced anything like this concert before.

Time blurs itself into a cloud of flashing lights, glowing colors, and music. You aren’t sure if minutes have past or hours, but it doesn’t matter—it has been glorious all the same! The excitement in the stadium grows to almost the breaking point as the climax draws near. As the music swells for one final chorus, all the batponies swoop in and gather around the pegasus mare in a conglomeration of painted bodies. There’s one final roll of drums, and explosion of sound, and, in a flash of neon purple, the piles of bodies is gone.

Darkness falls over the stadium as all the lasers and black lights turn off instantly. Silence hangs there for a second before the crowd erupts in cheers and whistles and screaming. Slowly, the normal lights come back on. The last of the fog is dissipating, revealing a large banner on the field that simply read ‘INTERMISSION’.

Before you have time to catch your breath though, you are yanked forcibly from your seat. “Gah! What the…?!” Wind rushes by your ears as Windy zooms off with you clutched tightly in her forelegs. She has some difficulty maneuvering with her stiff wings, but that doesn’t seem to slow her down. Pressed firmly against her chest, you can feel her heart pounding away wildly.

She zips through the crowd of pegasi that have left their seats to stretch or grab a bite to eat. Many watch you curiously as Windy hurries past, but a lot of them have knowing looks on their faces. A few even give you winks, but you don’t have long to contemplate the meaning behind them before Windy pulls up suddenly and darts into a nearby doorway. 

For a brief moment you glimpse a bathroom full of stalls before Windy rushes forward and pulls you into the furthest stall. Once inside, she drops you and turns to shut and lock the door.

Blinking owlishly, you sit there in confusion and glance around. The stall is surprisingly clean, although given the fact the floors appear to be made of clouds, that might be the reason why. Still, cleanliness aside, that doesn’t explain your presence. If Windy had to go to the bathroom, why did she bring you along?

You turn to ask Windy this very question, only to let out a muffled yelp when she suddenly smooshes her muzzle against yours. She uses your surprise to her advantage, slipping her tongue into your mouth before you can react. For a moment you are too stunned to move, but then you eagerily begin to return the favor, chasing her tongue around your mouth with your own. 

As you both fight over dominance of the tongues, you don’t realize how much noise you two are making until a pony in the next stall over pounds on the divider. 

“Yeah! You go, marefriend! Show ‘em what you got!” a mare cheers.

You stiffen as you suddenly remember this is a public bathroom. There’s currently a big concert in intermission, which means that surely there are other ponies in here at the moment. And here you are, with a raging boner, making out with an older mare. You stupid clod head! Get yourself under control!

However, Windy seems to take the mare’s words to heart. When you try to retreat, she just pulls you closer, deepening the kiss in the process. Your member becomes sandwiched between your bodies, the soft fur of her stomach tickling its underside. 

Unable to help yourself, you groan into her mouth, and you feel her lips twist upwards into a smirk.

After a few seconds, Windy breaks the kiss with a delicious ‘pop’. Keeping you pressed firmly against her chest, she reaches down with a hoof and begins teasing the head of your member. She coos softly as you squirm in her grasp.

“What do you say, champ?” Her heated breath washes over your ear. “Want me to show you what I’ve got?” Before you can answer, she drags her tongue along the edge of your ear before attacking it with her teeth. The onslaught of nibbles sends shivers down your spine.

The heated scent of musk and pine fills the stall.

Windy gives your ear one final suck before pulling away. She turns around and places her forehooves on the wall. Giving her rump a good wiggle, she pulls up her jersey and glances back at you, her tail flagging high, revealing her hidden treasure. Her plump lips are swollen slightly, revealing the pinkish-orange flesh within. Lower still, you see that she has changed the barbell piercings out for a pair of hoop ones.

As you watch, she winks, her clit flashing out as a trail of arousal dribbling down her inner thigh.

Celestia, please… you can only get so hard!

Straining slightly, Windy reaches back with her stiff wings and, in a surprisingly display of dexterity, uses them to spread her cheeks open wider. This in turn allows you a glimpse into her depths. Her inner walls are glistening with juices, and as you watch, they twitch and contract, as if trying to squeeze on non-existent object.

She winks again, and a pungent, heated scent hits your nose. It smells sooo good, and before you can stop yourself, you dive straight in. A startle squeak escapes Windy as you press your muzzle firmly against her marehood. It soon turns into a moan though, and she sags against the wall as you begin lapping furiously at her nethers. 

A tart, citrusy taste fills your mouth as you dive further into the exotic treat, her juices dribbling down your chin. Your nose is pressed firmly against her sex, and her heated scent invades your nostrils. Shoving your tongue into her folds, you moan softly as her inner walls squeeze upon the fleshy intruder. Something wet flicks against your chin, and a shiver runs through Windy’s body.

“H-hey!” Windy’s tail swats the top of your head, and she pushes you back with a shaky hind leg. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, I need something a little more filling.” She splays her hind legs wider, exposing herself even more.

Well, you certainly don’t have to be told twice!

Licking your lips clean of leftover juices, you stagger forward and clamber up onto her back. Grabbing your own jersey in your teeth, you pull it up so that it’s out of the way. Your colthood is painfully hard, and you try desperately to line yourself up. You groan in frustration as all you manage to do is slide your member along her stomach.

Windy tries to reposition herself, but before she can you pull back and try again, humping away frantically. The next few stabs are unsuccessful, but then—

“G-gah!”

You groan loudly as your member is enveloped in heated bliss. Your eyes go cross for a moment and your tongue lolls from your mouth. The feeling is like nothing you’ve experienced before. Her tight walls clench down upon you hard, milking your member even as it plunges in down to the base.

Windy moans as well, her face pressed against the cloud wall. Draped across her back, you feel her rump spasms as you hilt yourself inside her fully.

“C-champ, that’s not…” she starts to say, but the words die in a soft gasp as you suddenly start moving. 

Pulling yourself back until you feel yourself almost slip out, you plunge back inside her heated flesh. A resounding smack is heard as your hips meet hers, and your balls are suddenly soaked in slick arousal. The feeling of your head scraping against her insides cause you to groan in want.

Panting like a steam engine, you hump away frantically, trying to push as much of your member inside her as possible. Your hips are a blur of motion, and your crotch is soon thoroughly soaked in her juices.

Moans and squeals escape Windy as your pound away at her plot, pushing her up against the wall. Her wings twitch with each thrust, and you feel her clench around your member. She tries to say something, but her words are lost in her pleasured gasps. “That’s… that’s not… ah… you’re in my… o-o-oh!”

The heated scent of sex is overpowering. 

Pleasure wells up in your groin at an alarming rate, but you don’t care. Your hurdle towards it quickly, eager to meet the glorious release that is awaiting you. Hooking your forelegs around Windy’s hips for added leverage, you pulling backwards as you thrust yourself forwards. This causes Windy to slip down the wall, and she ends up in a curled up position—her rump in the air, back against the wall, and head between her own hind legs.

Her weird position breaks through the haze of lust in your mind. You begin to slow down so that she can get up again, only to let out a choked gasp as she shifts forward even more. Your balls are suddenly consumed by something warm and wet, and you feel Windy’s tongue caress first one and then the other. In your shocked state, it takes a moment for you to realize that Windy is currently sucking on your balls even as you continue to rut her.

By Celestia’s cake filled flanks!

Gritting your teeth, your thrust become sporadic as the pleasure inside you reaches an almost unbearable level. Windy’s inner walls clench and squeeze your member with renewed vigor, even as she grunts around her mouthful below. She licks and suckles upon your sack, cleaning up all of her juices that dribble down from her own sex. 

With a weak cry, you slam your hips against her flanks one last time before toppling over the edge. Pleasure rushes through you as your colthood erupts inside of her. It throbs and kicks, filling her with glob and glob of heated colt cum. 

This sends Windy into her own orgasm, her body twitching and jerking as she moans loudly around your balls. Her muscles squeeze your shaft in a rippling manner, milking it for as much seed and pleasure as possible. 

Your hips spasm, shifting your member inside her with a ‘squelch’. Warm ribbons of cum escape from your union to trail down your sack. This causes Windy to coo happily, and she opens her mouth wide, allowing the cum to drip down into her waiting maw. Her tongue dances over your twitching balls, lavaging them even as they continued to fill her.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally drain the last of your seed inside her. She gives your balls one last loving kiss before releasing them. You stumble backwards, your soften member slipping free of her weakly squeezing hole. Breathing heavily, you lean against the far wall and are finally able to take in your work.

Windy lies there, prompted up against the wall with her flank in the air. She has a dopey, half-glazed look on her face, and her mane lies about her head in a disheveled mess. Her lips are stained with a mixture of both your fluids, and she licks them slowly, almost savoring the flavor. Dangling above her head, her marehood squeezes around nothing, but that’s not what draws your eye. 

Right above her twitching sex, her plothole gapes slightly. Small rivers of white leak out, trailing down to mingle with her own arousal before dripping down onto her face and chest. As you watch, her tailhole clenches, causing another wave of seed to ooze out.

Oh…

Oops?

“Not… not exactly what I was looking for,” Windy says drunkenly as she gasps for breath, “but I will take it. By the wind, I’ll take it.”

“S-sorry!” you stammer, mentally hitting yourself for your mistake.

“Don’t be,” Windy giggles. “I haven’t been rutted like that in years! Thank goodness I can fly, cause I think I’ll be walking weird for a few days.” Twisting about, Windy rolls over onto her stomach and slowly gets to her hooves. More of your seed leaks out of her, falling down and disappearing into the cloud floor.

Hopefully nopony was walking or flying below at the moment.

“That was amazing, champ,” she says as she gives herself a shake. “You might have some pegasi blood flowing through your veins, but you’ve got the stamina of an Earth pony, that’s for sure!”

You blush at her words, a small amount of pride beginning to well up in your chest. Before either of you can say anything else, the distant roar of a crowd reaches your ears, followed by the slow start up of another song.

“How about it, champ?” Windy says, giving you a lopsided look. “Ready for the second half?”

Despite having just been thoroughly used, inside your sheath, your member twitches again. You smile, and nod your head. “Yeah, let’s do it!”

“Great!” Windy chirps. “Let’s get going then!” Sashaying her way to the door, she looks back at you and winks. 

Twice. 

At the same time.

By Celestia’s milk filled teats, this concert is awesome.

You hurry after her, totally not caring that the few mares left in the bathroom are all giving you wide-eyed looks, heavy blushes on their faces. For the first time in your life, you don’t care what others might think about you. At the moment, you feel invincible. Following quickly after Windy, you make your way back to your seats, ready to enjoy the rest of the concert. 

The night is young… and so are you.
> Scent of Petrichor
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Perched upon a stool in front of the island counter, you watch Windy work with hawk-like intensity. Your nose twitches as a sweet, mouthwatering aroma slowly fills the room. The scent causes your stomach to growl loudly.

“Alright! Alright,” Windy laughs. “I’m going as fast as I can!” Hovering in the air, her wings twitch as she holds herself steady. She carefully pours a thin stream of batter from a blender jar. It trickles down onto a heated skillet with a hiss, and a moment later, the delicious smell of vanilla fills your nostrils.

Your stomach growls again.

Windy stops swirling the batter around the skillet and gives you an incredulous look. “Goodness! Somepony really is hungry this morning!”

A blush touches your face, and you give her a sheepish smile. After what happened last night, you woke up starving. The second half of the concert was just as amazing as the first, and while you and Windy didn’t partake in any more… relieving activities, you did have to take care of yourself in the shower before bed.

Although, thanks to all the excitement, you were out like a light the minute your head hit the pillow, and you didn’t wake up until Windy came banging on the door, asking you if you wanted breakfast. 

You don’t know what it is about Cloudsdale that is throwing off your sleeping habits, but you could get used to sleeping in.

“I know a good case of Diver’s Spire can really get the appetite going later,” Windy is saying, “but now you’re just showing off! Must be because you’re an Earth pony.” She gives you a wink. “All that energy and stamina. I guess it’s time to refuel.”

Deftly grabbing a rubber spatula with her wing, she uses it to carefully flip the contents of the skillet over. The batter has solidified into a thin cake and has taken on a golden-brown color. She lets it cook for another minute before carefully sliding the crepe out of the skillet and onto a waiting plate, where it joins several more she has cooked previously.

As she starts cooking another one, a small frown crosses your face, and your brow furrows. Licking your lips, you glance up at her— “So, um…” —only to trail off as you realize you aren’t sure how to word your question.

At your voice, Windy looks up from the skillet. 

“What’s up, champ?” she asks, flipping a crepe without even looking at it.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts before trying again. 

“Could… could you explain the whole Diver’s Spire thing again?” you ask, your ears splaying back against your head. 

Windy stares blankly at you before her expression softens. A small smile touches the corners of her mouth. 

“Still a little confused about it?” she asks. “Feeling a little overwhelmed?”

You hesitate before nodding.

Windy chews on the inside of her cheek for a moment. “Diver’s Spire… is a natural response that affects mainly Cloudsdalian pegasi. It’s a blood trait, so even though you aren’t a pegasus, you inherited it from your mother’s blood.” She gives the skillet a shake before depositing another crepe on the pile. “It tends to manifest itself around the same time as the pony is going through puberty. While not exactly a common trait, enough pegasi have it that it’s fairly well known. At least, within pegasi communities.”

“Is… are most ponies okay with it up here?” you ask tentatively.

She pauses in pouring more batter into the skillet and gives you a confused look. “Of course they are. Why would somepony get mad at you from something out of your control? Getting upset at somepony for having Diver’s Spire would be like getting mad at somepony who was gay.”

Spluttering, you feel your face heat up. “W-well, it’s just… I… you see…”

A look of dawning realization slowly works its way across Windy’s face. “You’re… you’re still uncomfortable about all this, aren’t you?”

“Well, y-yes…” you stammer. “I mean, I have no problem with what happened. It felt amazing! It’s just…” Unable to put it to words, you just wave your hooves about before flopping down on the countertop.

This causes Windy to giggle. “It’s fine, champ. I understand what you’re trying to say.” She rolls her eyes and thunks the back of her head with a hoof. “I keep forgetting you don’t know a lot about life in Cloudsdale. You grew up in Canterlot instead, which explains your unease.”

“It does?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

“Mmm-hmm,” Windy hums as she flips another crepe. “Let me take a flight in the dark here and say that all your teachers have told you the same thing. That sex is sacred and you should wait until you’re older or have gotten married, blah blah blah.” She raises an eyebrow. “Does that sound about right?”

You blink in surprise. “Uh… yes, actually.”

“I figured as much,” Windy says as she slides the last crepe off the skillet. Turning off the stove, she places the skillet on a cool burner before turning her attention to the pile of crepes. With nimble hooves, she begins folding the thin cakes into quarters, being mindful of how hot they are.

“You see,” she says as she continues to work, “don’t tell your mother I said this, but Canterlot is full of fuddy duddies. They’re all stuck up and stuffy and need somepony to pull the stick out of their plot. Up here in Cloudsdale, we’re a lot more relaxed about such things. In fact, it’s not uncommon for classmates or friends to help each other out with their Diver’s Spire, or even if one of them has a particularly bad itch that needs scratching.”

She pauses in her task and points a hoof at you. “My little Dashie gets really bad estruses, what with her being out in the sky beneath the sun so often. It got to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore and asked her friend Fluttershy for help. And let me tell you, I know for a fact that little Miss ‘I’m-so-timid-and-scared-of-my-own-shadow’ Fluttershy knows how to use her tongue. Dashie’s screams and a strong, musky liquid dripping through the ceiling can attest to that!”

The mental image is enough to bring a dark blush to your face, and you lean forward against the counter as you feel yourself twitch in your sheath.

“Oh sure,” Windy says as she begins spreading a dusting of powdered sugar over the folded crepes. “There are many in Canterlot who would claim that such a thing would lead to more teen pregnancies here in Cloudsdale. However, that’s never been the case. Due to our relaxed nature when it comes to such things, we are more open to talking to our foals about it early one. 

“As such, they are more likely to use contraceptives during estrus, and even ask us for them if they don’t have any. They don’t slink off into alleyways to rut each other without proper protection because they don’t want their parents finding out, like those foals over in Canterlot or Manehattan are prone to do.”

“I haven’t really noticed that before,” you say thoughtfully. Granted, you aren’t the most observant when it comes to such things, seeing as you usually have your nose pressed in a drawing book. You’ll have to keep an eye out for that when you get back home.

“There’s no shaming up here,” Windy says as she proceeds to drizzle melted chocolate over the crepes next. “More often than not you’ll see a mare pulling a stallion into the bathroom for a quick buck, or a stallion mounting a mare in a relatively secluded place. We’re not perverts though, despite what the rest of the world might think. We Cloudsdalians don’t just rut out in the open for all to see, but we don’t hide it either. Other ponies will know what you’re up to, but they tend to leave you alone.”

“Really?” you ask, ears perking.

Windy just shrugs. “When you’ve gotta eat, you get something to eat. When you’ve gotta go to the bathroom, you go to the bathroom. When you gotta have your fields plowed, you get them plowed. Sure you might get some stares, but most pegasi just give you winks and nudges as you hurry off.”

“Oh… so, like… last night at the concert?” you ask.

“The other mares in the bathroom were more flustered than upset,” Windy says. She pauses, and a smirk touches her muzzle. “And maybe a little jealous too.”

You cock your head to the side. “Jealous?”

“We pegasi are prideful creatures, champ,” she says. “We’re a proud race. That’s why we put so much time and effort into pomp and circumstance. That’s why we put so much work into our wings and manes. We’re proud of our speed, our agility, our appearance, our loyalty.” A blush slowly spreads across Windy’s face, and she almost looks shy for a moment. “Even our abilities to please a partner.”

Silence falls over the kitchen, both of you staring at each other with blushes on your faces. Then, after a moment, you smile. “I… I had fun.”

Windy’s face lights up with a smile and she puffs up, her chest fluff and feathers fluffing out. She stays this way, even as she starts cutting up banana slices and dropping them on top of the chocolate-drizzled crepes.

“Granted, now that I think about it, that might be part of the reason your mother doesn’t talk about Cloudsdale much,” she says after she’s settled down slightly. Popping one of the slices into her mouth, she continues. “Most ponies outside of the city tend to frown upon how we handle sex. She probably wanted to avoid weirding you out too much.”

“I wouldn’t have found it weird,” you mumble.

“Maybe…” Windy says slowly, “but still… she was probably trying to protect you from the rumors and stereotypes that revolved around the ponies that come from Cloudsdale.”

You blink. “Stereotypes? What stereotypes?”

Windy rolls her eyes before starting to list them off, counting on her feathers as she does so. “Oh, silly things. Like how Cloudsdalian pegasi are perverts that will lift their tails for anypony that happens by. Or that the rainbows made in the Weather Factory are made from ground up pegasi. Or that our mares are size queens that are only satisfied by members as big and thick as our own forelegs. Or that batponies are incestual and lewd in nature, although…” she hums thoughtfully, “that one might actually have a grain of truth to it… but that’s besides the point.”

You double take at the last one, but push it aside. “Well, I still wouldn’t think she’s weird.”

“Well, you’re a good son, then,” Windy says with a smile. “Anyways, did this discussion help you feel a little better?”

“Yes!” you say, nodding happily.

“Excellent!” Windy chirps. “Now that that’s out of the way... how about some breakfast?”

You open your mouth to reply, but your stomach beats you to it. A loud growl fills the room, and both you and Windy glance down at your barrel.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Windy laughs as she pushes a plate over to you. “Here! Eat before you wither away!”

Mouthwatering, you stare down at the plate of heavenly goodness. The chocolate drizzle has mixed with the powdered sugar, and is now cooling, which in turn causes the banana slices to stick to the still-warm crepes. The scent of banana, chocolate, and vanilla floods your nose as you inhale deeply.

Oh sweet Celestia, this is going to be delicious. 

You grab your fork and begin digging into your crepes, moaning happily as the taste of paradise fills your mouth. The only thing sweeter would be breast milk straight from the teat of Celestia herself. 

Laughing softly at your expression, Windy starts to tuck into her own plate. However, before she can, there’s a flurry of knocks at the door. Both of you glance up in surprise, giving each other wide-eyed looks.

Mouth full of food, you can only incline your head towards the door and give her an inquisitive look.

“I… wasn’t expecting anypony today,” she says slowly. Humming softly, she gets up and makes her way out of the kitchen and towards the front door. “You can keep eating without me,” she calls back over her shoulder. “This hopefully won’t take long.”

Nodding slightly, you stuff another forkful of crepes into your already-packed cheeks. The chocolate is amazing, but it’s the bananas that make the dish; they’re particularly flavorful this morning.

As you chew, you crane your head around, trying to peer around kitchen cabinets which are blocking your view.

Windy straightens her hair in a mirror in the hallway before opening the door. She starts to greet the pony, only to suddenly be pulled into a bone-crushing hug by the large stallion on the other side of the door. At first you’re a little concerned, but then you notice that it’s the same stallion that’s in all the pictures around the house—a light grayish-blue pegasus with short-cropped rainbow mane and tail.

He swings her around for a few more seconds before dropping her back on the ground. Windy staggers slightly, her eyes swirling in her head. She asks the stallion something, but you can’t hear the words over your own chewing.

The stallion practically shouts something before pulling a newspaper out from under his wing and excitedly pointing at the front page picture. Whatever it depicts seems to shock Windy, as she stares wide-eyed at the picture with her mouth agape a moment before…

“H’ohmygosh! H’ohmygosh! H’ohmygosh!” Squealing loudly, she grabs the newspaper and proceeds to flutter back and forth around the hall. She holds the paper to her chest, grinning widely as she continues to babble nonstop. 

The stallion soon joins her, and the pair bounce about like foals, all while jabbering on over each other. You catch some words, like “rainbow” and “proud” and “best” and “pineapple”; all in all, it makes little sense to you.

This continues for several minutes until they both begin to calm down. At least, Windy starts to calm down; the stallion still appears to be hyped up. He flutters to the door, waving his hooves about energetically. “I’ve got to go!” he says. “I’ve got to get the new wing of the trophy room set up! This is going to be the main centerpiece for a while!” 

Windy waves to the stallion as he leaves, closing the door behind her. She’s silent for a moment, staring down at the newspaper with a smile on her face. Then, she quickly flutters off down the hallway and out of sight.

Confused, you swallow before stuffing more food in your mouth.

Before long, Windy returns with a picture frame in one hoof, and a cut up newspaper in the other. She places the newspaper down on the counter before moving to hang up the picture frame above the fireplace.

Spinning about on the stool, you watch as she fiddles with the frame for a second before stepping back. It’s only then that you see that she’s cut out the main picture, which depicts six mares huddled together with large smiles on their faces. Another picture, smaller than the first, shows a rainbow-maned mare smirking at the camera while puffing out her chest, a golden medallion hanging about her neck.

Windy’s also managed to include the story’s headline above the picture and, squinting, you can just barely make out the words: ‘Local Mare, Hero of the Changeling Invasion’.

“Is… is that your daughter?” you ask after swallowing the food in your mouth.

“Yes,” Windy says, and you can practically hear her words dripping with pride. “Apparently she and her friends not only helped with the Royal Wedding, but they also staved off the Changeling Invasion until Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and Prince Consort Shining Armor could take care of them.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember that,” you say, taking another bite of food. “Her and that orange Earth pony. Came right through the middle district. They were throwing changelings left and right.” You pause a moment before adding. “According to dad, if the reports are right, they both fought off at least one hundred changelings a piece before the end. Some of the guards said it was the most impressive thing they’d ever seen from a civilian.”

Windy’s smile is bright enough to blind even the sun.
> Taste of Rainbow (Reprise)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The late morning sunlight warms your fur as you sit out in the middle of Windy’s backyard. Nestled comfortable into a small clump of clouds, you have your sketchbook propped up in your lap. 

After devouring the last of your breakfast, you had wandered out here while Windy cleaned up the kitchen. You had offered to help, but she had just shushed you before pushing you out of her way. 

Figuring that it was best to leave her to her work, you had decided to entertain yourself elsewhere. Deciding that it had been a while since you practiced your drawing, you had grabbed your sketchbook and drawing supplies and had headed outside.

The first sketch you had tried as a warm up had been a failure. The three birds at the birdbath that you had been attempting to draw had flown off before you were even halfway down with the outline. After that, you had decided on work things that couldn’t up and leave midway through your drawing.

And that is why you are currently working on a small sketch of the rainbow fountain that resides in the back corner of the yard.

It’s an odd little thing. Made completely out of clouds and liquid rainbow; it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before down on the ground. A small pool of rainbow is inlaid into the top of an outcrop of clouds that are modeled to look like stones From this basin, a prismatic waterfall cascades down, breaking into three separate falls before flowing into a large pool at the base of the outcropping, which was practically big enough for you to swim in, if you wanted. There are a few odd wispy clouds that rise from around the edge of the pool, that almost look they’re mimicking reeds and other plantlife.

It’s actually amazing how much detail went into this thing.

You have the basic outline all sketch out and are in the process of filling in the details when you hear the door to the house open behind you. An ear twitches and swivels around, but other than that, you remain focused on your work. 

That is, until somepony suddenly drapes themselves across your back.

“So, what are you up to out here?” Windy asks, practically breathing in your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. Leaning forward, she peers over your shoulder, her cheek brushing against your own as she glances down at the sketchbook. “Oh! Out here doing some drawing?”

“Yeah,” you say, taking a moment to look over the scene again. “Trying to get some more practice in so I can get better.”

“From the looks of it, you don’t have much to improve on,” Windy says, still draped over you. “Sure, some parts aren’t finished, but these parts—” she leans forward and points towards the section that’s got the most detail on it “—look like they could be a photograph if you just added some color.”

“I’m not that good,” you mumble, your face starting to heat up.

“I beg to differ,” Windy says in a sing-song voice.

You turn your head to look up at her. “I’m not!”

She hums for a moment before sighing. “Alright. If you think you need more practice…” Pulling herself off of you, she saunters around you, her tail brushing across your muzzle as she passes. Sashaying her way towards the pond, she gives you a sultry look over her shoulders. 

“How about I give you something to really practice your drawing skills on?” she finishes in a husky whisper.

You watch her hips sway about with wide eyes. “Y-yis.”

Laughing softly, Windy approaches the edge of the pond. With a flutter of her wings, she floats across the pool and alights upon a small ledge that’s located in a shallow recess behind the trio of rainbowfalls. It’s big enough for her to lie down comfortably on, and she does so, her forelegs and tail draping over the edge to fail into the swirling prismatic liquid. 

She stares out at you from behind the partial curtain of cascading rainbow, a small smirk touching her lips. “You’re going to need to get closer than that, if you want to get the good details, champ.”

Staggering to your hooves, you grab your sketchbook in your mouth before hurrying over to the pond. You position yourself on the bank, right across from Windy’s perch.

As you’re getting settled, Windy rolls onto her side, exposing her stomach. This position gives you a view of her teats, and you feel yourself twitch in your sheath upon seeing that her piercings now consist of a small chain that runs from teat to teat and glints in the sunlight.

She rests a forehoof on her hip before giving you a smoldering look. “Well, champ. Are you going to draw me like one of your Prench mares?”

Oh, you most certainly are going to try!

Licking your suddenly dry lips, you flip to the next clean page and, taking a deep breath, begin to get to work.

Silence falls as you place the tip of the charcoal against the page, broken only by the sound of the trickling rainbowfalls. Carefully, you drag the charcoal across the fresh parchment in soft, easy strokes so that the lines aren’t too dark. 

You start with simples shapes first: a circle for her head, ovals for her chest and hips, and a cylinder for her body. Every few seconds you pause to glance back up at Windy for a moment before returning to your drawing.

She remains still, lying sideways with a forehoof resting on her hip and a half smile on her muzzle. Her chest rises and falls gently as she breathes. One of her wings is open, resting against the back wall of the recess in such a way that her feathers are draped over her stomach in an alluring manner. She’s hidden in shadow due to the angle of the sun, but the rainbow waterfalls help to illuminate her body, casting her in ever-changing hues of yellow, red, blue, green, purple, and orange.

Slowly, more details begin to appear as you start to add darker lines. The fullness of her lips, the fluffiness of the fur upon her chest, the elegance of her wing—your eyes dance across Windy’s form, drinking it in greedily. 

Throughout it all, you feel her unwavering gaze upon you, and for some reason, this flusters you. Whenever you chance a glance into her eyes, you always find her staring back at you, her seductive look unchanging.

Needless to say, you’re glad you have your sketchpad in your lap.

As you move further down her body, your blush continues to dark. By the time you’ve reached her hips, your member has slipped fully from its sheath. It twitches weakly as you take great care in adding the details to her teats. The chain linking her nipples is surprisingly intricate—it has tiny metal feathers that hang at regular intervals along its length.

Upon glancing up again, you see that she’s spread her hind legs wider, revealing a faint glimpse of a mound nestled between her thighs. As you watch, the mound twitches slightly, and you swear you can see something glistening in the prismatic light of the rainbowfalls.

Beneath your sketchpad, your colthood twitches again.

“What’s wrong, champ?” Windy asks in a breathy whisper. She cocks her head to the side in faux confusion. “Why are you getting flustered? Never had a live model before?”

“Um, well… not one as beautiful as you,” you mumble before ducking down behind your sketchpad, your cheeks feeling as if they’re on fire.

This causes Windy to pause. A faint pink hue spreads across her face. Her chest puffs up slightly, and she closes her hind legs again, her thighs squeezing together.

“Is that so?” she says softly, her eyes becoming lidded.

Swallowing, you lift the sketchpad to hide your face and quickly return to your work. You spend a moment finishing up her teats before moving down to her legs. You’re so engrossed in adding details to her muscular thighs that you don’t hear the faint splash that comes from the rainbow pool.

However, you do notice when something suddenly nuzzles your balls.

Letting out a startled gasp, you raise your sketchpad, revealing Windy with her nose pressed firmly against the base of your twitching member. You didn’t even hear her swim up!

Liquid rainbow trails down her face and body as she lies half-out of the rainbow pool, her rump still submerged in the swirling prismatic flow. She giggles at the shocked expression on your face before inhaling deeply, the tip of her nose rubbing against your sack.

“What are you…” you begin to ask, only to gasp instead as she suddenly drags her tongue slowly over first one orb then the other. Your body twitches as she begins to plant gentle, teasing kisses on your balls. Slowly, she starts to work her way up, kissing and nuzzling her way along your member.

Your hips quiver at the bursts of pleasure her soft lips are providing.

Smirking up at you, she slides her tongue against your colthood, running her lips over the shaft in the process. She starts a little pattern: first nuzzling your heated flesh, then kissing it, then finishing off with a long lick as she moves on to the next spot.

Nuzzle. Kiss. Liiiiick.

Nuzzle. Kiss. Liiiiick.

Soft grunts and moans escape your lips as your member throbs. A bead of precum slips from your tip, glinting in the sunlight for a moment before dribbling tantalizingly down your length. 

Windy’s there instantly to lick it up. With agonizing slowness, she slides her tongue up your shaft, following the trail of precum. She moans softly, reaching out with her tongue to lap at the head of your member as she finally reaches the flare. 

Holding your member with a wingtip, she brings her lips to your head. She kisses it—earning another twitch from your hips—before parting her lips slightly and letting the tip of her tongue brush across the hole the precum is leaking out of. Closing her eyes, she continues to lick up the salty treat from the source, even as more and more begins to leak out with each passing second.

Soon, her tongue is coated in the viscous liquid.

“Oh sweet Celestia, yes,” you hiss. Placing your hooves on top of Windy’s head, you fall back onto the mound of clouds behind you.

Windy laughs, her hot breath washing over your member and causing it to jerk, your flare brushing against her lips. Humming softly, she gives your tip one last drawn-out lick before parting her jaw and sliding your colthood into her waiting maw.

You gasp as her muzzle takes your shaft almost all the way down to your quivering ball sack. A shock of pleasure rushes up your spine as your member sinks deep into her moist mouth, your head tickling the back of her throat. 

She holds you there, her tongue wrapping around the underside of your shaft and stroking it as she uses the tip of her wings to play with your balls. The feeling of the wet organ sliding against your sensitive flesh is amazing, and you grunt as you feel pressure beginning to well up in your groin. 

This is just as good, if not better, than last tim—

“GAH!” 

A full-body shudder causes you to convulse as a sudden burst of heat flares up around your member, only to quickly be replaced by a cool, skin-tingling chill.

“W-what… hah… what is g-going… ah! What’s going on?!” you ask, gasping and twitching each time the feeling shifts from one extreme to the other.

Opening one eye, Windy smirks around your colthood. You feel her tongue shift about, and suddenly something small and round brushes against your member. Where it touches, pinpricks spring to life. The feeling is extremely erotic, despite the slight discomfort, and you feel yourself growing harder in her mouth.

Wait a minute…

“Is… is that a… Rainbow Ball?” you gasp out.

Windy’s answer is a particularly hard suck, which is accompanied by a burst of coldness. 

At the odd sensation, your hip buck up into her mouth, and your colthood slides a little deeper until she puts her hooves against your stomach, keeping you in place.

“You’re horrible,” you manage to say before gasping. Your tongue lolls from your mouth, and your eyes roll up into your head.

Slowly, Windy begins to pump her head up and down, sliding your stiff flesh in and out of her muzzle. Gradually, she increases her speed, filling her mouth more and more until her cheeks bulge. You feel the Rainbow Ball dance across your flesh as she rolls it around her mouth. Her saliva washes around your member, bringing with it more shifting hot-and-coldness. It foams up in the corners of her lips, slipping out with each outward thrust.

Your member twitches uncontrollably, and your haunches give a hard, shuddering thrust upwards until Windy’s lips press against your stomach. She pauses, the back of her throat squeezes around your flare as she swallows, earning a surprised gasp from you. Giving another swallow, she resumes bobbing her head.

Twitching and convulsing, your breaths come in noisy, ragged groans as Windy continues to slurp away on your dick. The pressure in your groin is rising to unbearable levels as the pleasure running through you spikes as well. Shudders are coursing through your body, each one leading you higher and higher towards the end. 

As if sensing your impending climax, Windy increases her pace, her tongue poking from her mouth and brushing against your balls with each thrust. Strands of saliva drip from her lips and chin, coating your crotch below in tingling drool. 

You let out a desperate whine and try to grab Windy’s head in your forehooves, intent on pushing as much of yourself into her heated muzzle as possible. However, her wings quickly flare out, pushing your hooves away in a surprising show of strength. You try again, only to be met with the same result.

Unable to get a purchase, you flop backwards, forced to lie there—shivering and writhing in pleasure—as Windy continues her work. You squirm and moan, your orgasm drawing ever nearer. It won’t be long now before you peak, you just… need… a little… more!

The hot sensation provided by the Rainbow Ball suddenly takes this moment to shift to chilling numbness.

With that, you tip over the edge…

...or at least, you start to.

Upon feeling your head start to flare in the back of her mouth, Windy suddenly stops. Slowly, she draws back, sliding her tongue teasingly along your shaft as it pulses. Other than that, she stops her ministrations.

The feeling of release is kept from you by a hair's breadth!

Letting out a choked whinny, you try to thrust your hips forward, but Windy pushes them down, keeping you in place and holding you there, at the agonizing brink of euphoria. 

You kick your back hooves ineffectively, your Earth pony strength useless without decent purchase. Your member jerks and kicks in Windy’s mouth, trying to find that last sliver of stimulation you need to finish. Windy keeps still though, denying you the sweet release you desperately need. The tip of her tongue tickles the underside of your flare, not enough to provide the tipping point, but just enough to be torturous.

Your stiff member throbs painfully, tears begin to gather in the corners of your eyes, and you let out a sobbing grunt.

You need to cum now!

“P-please,” you choke out.

Without warning, Windy pushes herself down until her muzzle presses up against your stomach. Your head slips snuggly into the back of her throat, and she gives a hard swallow.

You erupt instantly.

The orgasm is so painful that it’s euphoric! The world goes white, your balls twitching as rope after rope of hot colt cum is released deep within Windy’s throat. All conscious thought leaves your mind as your body locks up, drowning in pleasure.

Windy moans as the thick essence gushes down into her stomach in heated waves. Her throat constricts around your flared head as she swallows everything down with great relish. Unable to keep up, your seed quickly fills her mouth, swirling back around your pulsing colthood and flooding her mouth with the raw, musky flavor. Rivers of cum leak out from between her lips, staining her chin and spilling down her lips in plearly, milky strands. Despite the amount, Windy continues to hungrily suck down the delicious torrent of colt cum.

You aren’t sure how long you are lost to the world, but slowly, your senses return to you. Windy’s lips are still wrapped firmly around the base of your shaft. Unlike before though, she’s not milking it, but instead sucking on it gently, enticing the last few drops of seed to leave your tip with soft, caring slurps.

Slowly, she pulls herself off you, your slick cock slipping from her throat. It slides from her lips and falls against your stomach with a wet slapping noise. You watch as she rolls her tongue around her mouth for a moment before opening wide, showing you that there’s nothing left.

You stare for a moment before managing to utter one, breathless word. “A-awesome.”

“Glad you liked it,” she says before glancing down at your crotch. Smiling softly, she leans down and begins lapping at your softening member, cleaning it of an residual fluids that are left. Little shudders run through your body, and your hips twitch weakly as her tongue brushes against your overly-sensitive flesh. She slides her lips over your shaft, gathering up the lingering cum before pulling away.

“I hope your not too tired,” she says as she licks her lips clean. “It’s not even noon yet, and we have a busy day ahead of us.”

Still lying down and staring up into the blue sky above, you wave a hoof half-heartedly. “I’m good…” you gasp out. “Just gonna need a moment. I… I can’t feel my anything.”

“That’s fine,” Windy says. “I need a minute to clean up anyways.” She pulls herself out of the pool, liquid rainbow cascading down her hips and hind legs. 

“You just stay there and recover while I go wash up,” she says as she walks by you. Her tail flicks to the side, revealing her swollen lips, slick with rainbow. You watch as she winks at you, and despite how tired you are, you’re half-tempted to ask her if you could have another taste. 

“Once I’m done, you can get cleaned up as well,” Windy says, her tail falling back down and blocking your view. “After that, we can get our day started. I have a plan, after all.” 

You tilt your head back, blinking upside down at her retreating plot. “Wait… what plan?”

“Oh, don’t worry. This will be fun!” Windy says, calling back over her shoulder as she heads towards the house. “After all, you aren’t a real Cloudsdalian pegasi until you’ve done this at least once!”

“Until I’ve done what at least once?” you ask, rolling onto your stomach. You try to stand, but your legs are still made of jelly.

“You’ll just have to wait and see!” Windy sing-songs before slipping into the house.

You stare at the door for a moment before rolling back around onto your back. Placing your forehooves behind your head, you stare up at the sky.

Whatever Windy has planned, you’re sure it’s going to be great.
> Dyed and Feathered
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

A bell above the door chimes loudly as you and Windy enter the building. 

As the door closes behind you, you peer around curiously. It’s a relatively small room, given the size of the exterior. A row of swivel chairs line the walls, each one positioned in front of a sink with a mirror. There are shelves littered all over the place, covered in variously-sized bottles of different gels, oils, and shampoos. The smell of lilacs is thick on the air, hiding a faint chemical smell.

There’s nopony present at the moment, but you can hear somepony moving around in the backroom behind the desk in the far corner of the room. At the sound of the bell, a voice calls out. “I’ll be right with you!” A moment later, a pegasus mare emerges.

“Welcome to Dyed and Feathered! How may I assist… oh!” Upon seeing Windy, the mare jumps over the desk with a flap of her wings. “Windy! It’s so good to see you again, darling, it’s been far too long!”

“Plume Painter!” Windy squeals happily before rushing forward.

As the two of them embrace each other, you look over the new mare. She’s abnormally tall and lithe, standing a good head-and-a-half taller than you or Windy. Her fur is as white as the clouds, and just as fluffy, while her mane, which is black but slowy fades to cyan, is slicked back down her neck. The feathers on her wings are dyed different shades of gray and blue. About her neck, a pair of half moon spectacles dangle from a beaded retainer.

All-in-all, she kind of reminds you of a heron, what with her long neck and thin face.

Pulling out of the hug, this new mare—Plume Painter—gave Windy a big smile. “It’s been forever since you lasted visited, darling!”

“Yeah, well…” Windy laughs sheepishly. “What with Rainbow out of the house, there wasn’t really a reason to continue coming here.” She rubs the back of her head. “You know how I like my natural look.”

“Oh, I know, darling, but I really wish you’d let me play around with it someday,” Plume tuts. “I could get it looking like it did back in the good old days.”

“Hmmm, maybe,” Windy says, pulling at a few strands of her mane as she looks at herself in the mirror. “I’ll have to think about it. Although, I do kinda miss the purple streaks…” She trails off, humming thoughtfully as she studies her reflection.

“Well,” Plume hums as she steps back behind the desk, “if you aren’t here for a dye job, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?”

“I’ve brought you somepony to be initiated,” Windy says. With a push of her wing, she shoves you forward into the spotlight.

You squeak, shrinking back a little at the intense gaze that Plume levels towards you.

“Initiated?” she all but purrs. Her yellow eyes glint with unbridled eagerness. “Oh ho ho! Dost mine ears deceive me? I get to pop his cherry?” Before you can blink, she around the counter in a flash. Glasses now perched on her muzzle, she circles you like a vulture.

Ears splaying backwards, you look to Windy for some kind of guidance, but she’s just backs away, a smile on her face.

“An Earth pony, hmmm?” Plume says, and you tense slightly as you feel her feathers brush against the back of your mane.

“He’s the son of an old classmate of mine,” Windy explains. “She neglected his pegasi heritage, it seems, so I’ve been getting him caught up.”

“Well, well, well, lucky you,” Plume hums in your ear. She circles you one last time before stepping back and giving you a general once-over. “Oh, yes, with his coloration, I can think of a few good colors and patterns that’ll make him stand out. Maybe some fuschia and cyans… or red and yellows? Greens? Hmmmm, this might be tricker than I thought. Still, there hasn’t been a customer I haven’t found the perfect look for yet! Oh yes! No wings though. Tricky, but I think I know a good substitute for that.”

Smoothing down your mane with a hoof, you glance at Windy. “We’re dyeing my mane?”

“That is the plan!” Windy chirps. “Although, if you’re uncomfortable with the idea, we don’t have to. It’s up to you, champ.”

You’re silent for a moment, running a hoof absently through your mane. You’ve never really thought about it before. There’s barely any place in Canterlot that deals with such things. Sure, there’s places where you can get manecuts and stuff, but that’s usually about it. In fact, the only ponies you’ve ever really seen with dyed hair consisted of your mom’s coworkers.

And of course, your mother.

…

Actually, now that you think of it…

“Let’s do this!”

“That’s the spirit, darling!” Plume says with a smile. “Nothing wrong with a little dyeing! Nothing is permanent, so experimenting is welcome! Now,” she hums, touching a wingtip to her cheek, “we just have to decide on a color scheme, and then we can get started. I think I might have a few colors that will compliment your coat.”

“Um, actually…” You shuffled your hooves nervously before motioning her to lean down. When she does so, you whisper your request in her ear.

Leaning back, she blinks bemusedly at you. “Really? Are you sure?”

Your ears fold back, but you nod all the same.

“Well,” she says, sucking on the inside of her cheek, “it’s not what I would have picked… but I do believe I can make that work.” Her smile returns. “Yes… yes, I think I can. It might be a little challenging, but I’m up for the task!” She motions towards one of the chairs with a wing.

Smile on your face, you eagerly clamber up into the chair. As Windy takes a seat in the chair next to yours, Plume drapes a protective bib over your shoulders.

“Now then, darling,” she cooes. “Let’s make you look fabulous!”


~ ~ ~ ~ > > < < ~ ~ ~ ~


“Almost done, darling, just a little longer.”

A half-hearted reply escapes your lips as you lie there contently, with the back of your head submerged in the warm water. Eyes closed, you humm happily as the feeling of Plume’s hooves working the shampoo from your mane. A moment later, a stream of water runs across your forehead as she turns on the sink’s shower head attachment, washing the suds and any remaining dye from your mane.

It had been an interesting experience, although you had been a little skeptical at first, especially when she had informed you that she was going to be putting bleach in your mane.

When you had voiced your concerns, she just clicked her tongue good naturedly. “I assure you, darling, despite what those narwhals in Canterlot might tell you, bleach isn’t just for clothing!” Upon seeing that you were still unconvinced, she had pulled out a small white tub and opened it, showing you the contents inside.

It hadn’t looked like the stuff your dad used to make sure his uniform dress shirts were nice and white. Instead of being liquidy—or a small orange-and-blue gel packet that looked oddly tasty—the bleach in the tub appeared to be some form of paste.

“This will strip away the color in your mane,” Plume had explained, “so that we can add the new color without it bleeding through. Trust me, darling, this is perfectly safe. You might feel a slight tingle, but that’s completely normal.”

She had been right. The parts of your scalp where she applied the paste had started to tingle, as well as warm up slightly, but other than that, nothing bad happened. You had to sit for about twenty minutes with the bleach covering the right half of your mane before Plume washed it out. 

While you had been waiting for the bleach to set, Plume had started working on the fur around your fetlocks. The feathing around your ankles had always been on the long side—something you could thank your dad’s side of the family for. After brushing out the slightly tangled mess, Plume had applied a decent amount of bleach to it as well.

Once the bleach was all washed out, Plume started gathering several bottles of the various colors you had requested earlier. Covering your eyes with a piece of cloth, she had gone to town, applying the dyes to the now-white parts of your mane. When she was finished, you had to sit there again, waiting for about half-an-hour for the color to soak into your mane. While you waited, you felt her tweeking around with your fetlocks again.

All in all, the procedure had certainly been longer than you had been expecting, but an enjoyable one all the same. Especially with Windy’s commentary from off to the side.

As enjoyable as it had been though, you are ready to see the final result.

You’re both nervous, and excited at the same time.

…

Dear Celestia, you hope this doesn’t look too bad. You don’t want to have to shave your mane until the regular color comes back.

You are pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the water being turned off. Lifting your head, Plume squeezes the excess water from your mane before suddenly bundling your head up in one of the fluffiest towels you’ve ever felt. 

The world goes black as you are consumed with the fluffy.

“There we are!” Plume purrs as she dries your mane by patting it down with the towel. “All finished, darling! Let’s get you all dried off, and we’ll have a look at the finished product!” she continues for a few more seconds before suddenly pulling the towel away.

You blink dazedly in the bright light, your eyes having been closed for over thirty minutes. Squinting through the sunlight, you look up to see both Plume and Windy staring at you.

“Oh wow,” Windy says breathlessly.

“Excellent!” Plume says, clapping her hooves. “None of the dyes bled together! It turn out perfectly!”

“You’ve done it again, Plume!” Windy cheers. “It looks amazing!” 

Plume hums. “Perhaps, but let’s see what he thinks of it, hmmm?” Reaching forward, she spins your chair around with a flair, finally allowing you to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

You stare wide-eyed at your reflection.

Despite the fact your mane was still damp, the new colors in it were vibrant. The left side of your mane is virtually untouched, but the right side now bears several new stripes of colors that start at your bangs and run up, over your head, and down the back of your neck. A stripe of gray sits practically along the middle of your scalp, followed by a stripe of brilliant raspberry, and then finally ends with a nice streak of white around your right ear.

The new colors stand out against your normal mane color, but not in a way that was garish or cringy. In fact, they almost looked natural. If somepony hadn’t seen you before, they probably wouldn’t have known that your mane had been dyed at all.

This mare knows what she’s doing.

“So, what do you think, darling?” Plume asks. “Is this what you were hoping for?”

“This… is amazing!” you breath, reaching up a hoof to touch the pink stripe. However, you pause upon catching sight of your fetlocks. The feathering around your ankles has been dyed white, slowly fading to your regular coat color the further up your leg it goes. That’s not all though, as Plume has also striped the hair along the back of your fetlock with the same pink that’s in your mane before braiding it all.

“You don’t have wings, so I can’t dye your feathers,” Plume says as you run a hoof down one of the braids, “but I know how much Earth ponies value their hooves, so I figured we’d do something to draw attention there instead. Like it?”

Oh, do you ever!

“Ohmygosh!” You wave your forehooves around, a stupid grin on your face.

“Another satisfied customer,” Plume purrs, her chest puffing out. 

“Look at you, champ!” Windy chirps, running a hoof through your mane, ruffling up the new colors. “All flashy and ready to strut your stuff. Those colors are sure to draw some eyes and admiration! Your mother would be proud! Good choice!”

This time, it’s your chest that puffs up with pride. 

Giving you hair one last ruffle, Windy turns to Plume. “So, how much do we owe you, Plume?”

“Oh, come now, darling,” Plume tsked. “You know the first one is always on the house! The pleasure of introducing a pegasus… or in this case, a fine young Earth pony, to the world of dyeing is payment enough. It’s simply intoxicating seeing the eyes of a newly initiated pony light up upon seeing their reflection for the first time!” She gives off a low purr that causes a faint blush to touch your cheeks.

“It’s what I live for, darling,” she whispers huskily. 

Windy just laughs. “If you say so, Plumey.” Turning to you, she motions towards the door with her head. “How about it, champ? Wanna go show off your new look? I think it’s just about time to get something to eat, no?”

As you hop down out of the chair, your stomach growls loudly.

“I thought so,” Windy giggles. “Come on. I’ll take you to this great place I know of. If you liked the anchovies, you’re going to love what they have there.” 

Your ears perk up. More of delicious new treats? Oh, Celestia, yes!

“Goodbye, darlings!” Plume calls after you. She gives you a wink when you glance back. “And enjoy the rest of your day, young one. It’ll be memorable, that’s for sure.”

“What did she mean by that?” you ask Windy as the door closes behind you. The sunlight warms your mane, drying out the last remaining dampness. You can see the new color in your bangs, the raspberry practically glowing in the sunlight.

“You’ll see, champ,” Windy says with a smirk. “You’ll see.”
> Fueling Up
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Cloudsdale is looking a little gray.

You hadn’t noticed it earlier, but now that Windy is carrying you through the sky again, you see that many of the clouds that make up Cloudsdale are becoming darker. They hang lower in the skies, their white fluffiness slowly changing to heavy grays. There’s an earthy scent on the air.

As Windy places you down onto the clouds again, a small electrical jolt runs up your legs, causing the fur on your coat to poof up slightly.

“What’s going on?” you ask as you smooth your fur out.

“That,” Windy says as she lands next to you, “is a sign that we’re in for a thunderstorm tonight. Remember? I told you that you’d know when Cloudsdale is in for a good ol’ thunderstorm.”

You poke a nearby lump of cloud, only to have a small spark of static shock you. “Isn’t that… I don’t know… dangerous?”

“Not really,” Windy chirps. “You might get a few small zaps here and there, and your fur and mane might be a little more frizzy later, but that’s about it. The same magic that allows us pegasi to walk on clouds protects us from the majority of the static build up.”

“Am… am I safe?” you ask nervously.

“Yes, champ.” Windy smiles. “Even though it’s artificial, the same spell that lets you walk on clouds protects you. You’ll be fine.” She ruffles your mane playfully before heading off down the street. “Come on, champ! Food awaits!”

Stomach gurgling hungrily, you hurry after her.

While it was weird at first, you begin to enjoy the weird tingling sensation that comes with each step. You can feel the static building up in your fur, your coat hair standing on end. At one point you saunter over to Windy and—using your newly acquired static powers for evil good—give her a quick zap on the rump.

She proceeds to bury your head in a nearby cloudbank. 

By the time you reach the restaurant, normal storm clouds are beginning to gather in the skies both above and below the main cloud islands of the city. The scent of a storm on the air is growing stronger as Windy ushers you inside the building.

The inside of the restaurant is surprisingly spacious, with high, lofty ceilings. There’s a second floor that’s more like a balcony wrapping around the circumference of the circular room. In the center of the room, a large pool rests. Glints of silver, green, blue, and red can be seen in the water as fish swim around. A massive birdbath-style fountain sits on a platform in the middle of the pool. Water cascades out of the top and down into different bowls that are attached to the pillar at various levels. Many pegasi are relaxing in the fountain’s pools. They paddle about happily, or just hang out along the edges and gossip with their friends. Waiters and waitresses flutter from pool to pool, bring drinks to those who have ordered them.

As you stare around with wide eyes, Windy giggles. 

“Welcome to the Aquatic Volary,” she says. 

“It’s so… fancy,” you breathe. It looks like one of those fancy restaurants your parents take you to whenever one of them gets a raise or something. Usually you have to dress up and be on your best behavior.

You suddenly feel underdressed.

“Oh, it’s not fancy!” Windy says with a laugh, “although I can see why you’d think that. No, this is one of the more casual restaurants in Cloudsdale. We pegasi are really relaxed when it comes to our food. Now, come on, champ.” She slips her forelegs around your barrel and picks you up into the air. “We seat ourselves.”

While she flutters through the air, you peer around for an available table. You see a couple on the main floor, but they are back in the corners and along the walls, so you ignore them. If you’re going to be eating here, you want to be as close to the sights as possible. Instead, you point to the upper level, and Windy nods in agreement.

As Windy rises into the air, you barely have time to glance around before a sharp whistle suddenly sounds out, followed by a cry of ‘Oi! Windy!” 

Windy pulls up and looks around, only to do a double take in midair. A grin spreads across her muzzle before she turns and zips off towards a table located near the back edge of the balcony, where a familiar mare is waving up at you both. “Freefall!”

“Hey, Winds. Wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Freefall grins as Windy touches down next to the table. She has a simple purple bandana around her neck, and her slicked-back mane has a new yellow streak running through it. A pair of flight goggles rest on her forehead.

She’s not alone at the table either. Three batpony mares are seated as well, each one wearing a purple bandana somewhere on their bodies. One even has a black shirt on with the pegasus skull and wings displayed on the back. They all smile warmly and wave at you as well.

“Grabbing a bite to eat, eh?” Freefall asks.

“Yeah,” Windy says. “We were out and about today, so I figured I’d show this little guy some of the best food Cloudsdale has to offer.” She drapes a wing over your shoulder, which the new mares’ attention to shift to you. One of the batpony’s giggles before whispering hurriedly in her neighbor’s ear.

“Hey, I remember you,” Freefall says as she studies you. “How it going, colt? Really liking the new style you’ve got there.”

“T-thanks,” you say as you drag a hoof over your mane, a faint heat touching your cheeks. “Just got it today, actually. My first time.”

“No kidding, really?” Freefall hums. She stares at you for a few more seconds before nodding. “Yeah, gotta say. It’s certainly a good look for you. Did you get that done at Dyed and Feathered?”

“Yes, that’s where we went,” you say, a little of your confidence returning. Now that you’re talking with her, Freefall isn’t as intimidating as she seemed at first. It also helps that the batponies have been all smiles the whole time as well.

“I can tell,” Freefall laughs. “Plume Painter certainly knows her stuff. I go to her all the time for my beautifications.” She flares her wings slightly, and you see that her feathers are all still dyed various colors, although unlike the other night, they aren’t as prominent without the black light. 

“She’s a master with those dyes of hers,” Freefalls says as she folds her wings again. “Anyways, didn’t mean to keep you talking and standing. You’re probably hungry.” Using a hind hoof, she pushes a couple of empty chairs away from the table. “Why don’t you two pull up a seat and join us?”

This causes both you and Windy to blink.

“Are you sure?” Windy asks. “We can go find our own table. I don’t want to intrude on anything.” 

“It’s fine. I don’t think my flockmates mind, do you?” Freefall asks, turning to the batponies.

“Of course not,” the one nearest to her says. She gives you a wave. “Hi, I’m New Moon, but you can call me Moonie.” Her short mane was a shocking blue color, and a lock of it fell in front of one of her purple eyes.

“The more the merrier, right?” another one says, this one with a curly yellow mane. She winks at Windy, her pink eyes sparkling with mischief. “The name’s Lily Breeze. It’ll be nice to have somepony else to gossip with over drinks!”

“I don’t mind if they stay,” the third batpony says. “So long as the little cuties sits next to me.” She bats her pink eyes at you, all while twirling a lock of her long, red mane. “Hi, hon. You can call me Velvet.”

You blush at the sudden attention, only to jump slightly when you feel a wing brush over your back.

“What do you say, champ? Want to eat with some celebrities?” Windy asks. “We can go find another table if you’re uncomfortable,” she adds in a whisper. You see her eyes flick towards Velvet.

“It’s fine,” you say with a smile. “I’ve had worse from my mom’s coworkers.” Turning, you clamber up into the chair next to Velvet, who immediately wraps a leathery wing around you and starts fawning over your mane.

Windy smiles as well before moving to sit down in the seat next to Freefall, who motions to a nearby waitress. She flutters over with a notepad at the ready. “What can I get for you all?”

“A Dragon’s Breath for me,” Freefall order, before slowly moving around the table, pointing at New Moon first. “A Cherry Whirlwind for her, a Mango Updraft for the yellow one, a Melon Nimbus for the one snuggling the colt, a glass of…”

She trails off, giving you a weird look before glancing at Windy. “Wait… he said it was his first dye job. As in his initiation?”

Windy nods her head.

“In that case…” Freefall grins. “The colt will have a Thunderball Blitz, extra buzz and a cherry and Windy here will have a Thunderball Blitz, extra buzz and no cherry.”

“Coming right up!” the waitress chirps before flying off.

You watch her go for a moment before noticing that Freefall is staring at you.

“So, it’s your initiation day, huh?” she asks playfully.

“Um, I think so?” you say with uncertainty. Everypony keeps saying that, but you aren’t quite sure what it means. 

Upon seeing your confusion, Windy speaks up. “An initiation day is just a fancy way of saying the first day a pegasi gets their mane and wings dyed for the first time. Typically, it’s a day long event where a group of friends all getting together and have their manes and feathers done at the same time. This is usually followed by all of them going out for food and drinks while showing off their new look. Granted, we’re not exactly doing that, but I figured I’d treat you a little all the same.” She motions towards Freefall. “This was just an unexpected bonus.”

“A very gorgeous looking unexpected bonus,” Freefall sniffs. 

“A very modest one as well,” New Moon mutters to you.

Freefall places a hoof over her heart. “Ouch, babe… you wound me.”

“Oh, shush,” New Moon chides, but leans over and kisses Freefall on the cheek all the same. “You know I love you, you big dork.”

As the two of them giggle and nuzzle each other, Velvet continues to play with your mane. She uses the tips of her wings to toy with the newly-dyed strands. “An interesting choice,” she purrs. “What made you pick these colors?”

You relax slightly, the feeling of her combing through your hair with her wing fingers somewhat familiar and calming. “They, uh… they kind of remind me of my parents.”

This causes Velvet to squeal, and she squeezes you tighter in her forelegs. “Eeeeeeeeeee! That’s adorable and precious!” You feel her cheek smoosh against the back of your head, and she nuzzles you enthusiastically. She stops suddenly and turns to the others. “I want one!”

“Give it a few months, and we’ll have one,” Lily says, placing a hoof on her stomach.

“But I want one now!” Velvet whines, her head falling back down onto your mane.

Windy perks up. “Oh! You’re pregnant?”

“Yes’m,” New Moon says, placing a hoof on her own stomach as well. “Both of us, in fact. We’re hoping to pop at the same time, but we’ll just have to see.”

“Well, congratulations!” Windy chirps. “Oh, I remember finding out I was pregnant with Rainbow. I couldn’t sit still, I was so excited!”

“Yeah, this one kept fluttering around the house like a mad beast,” Lily says, nudging Velvet with a hoof. “Not even the one who was pregnant, and she was the most excited.”

Velvet shrugs before nuzzling your head again for the umpteenth time. “What can I say? Foals are adorable!”  

“That they are… that they are,” Windy agrees, giving you a look at causes your face to darken in a blush. Luckily, you are saved by the waitress returning with your drinks.

“Alright, here we are!” she says as she begins passing out the different glasses. “Dragon’s Breath, Cherry Whirlwind, Mango Updraft, Melon Nimbus, and two Thunderball Blitz, extra buzz, and one with no cherry.” After making sure everypony got the correct drink, the waitress straightens up and looks around. “Are we ready to order?”

“Eh, we’re here for the drinks, love,” Freefall says, holding up her glass, which is filled with a glowing red liquid that was smoking slightly. Cherries float in the bottom of the glass.

“Hear, hear!” Lily says, holding up a fizzy orangish-yellow drink.

The waitress cocks her head to the side. “Sooo… no food?”

“Actually…” Windy beings. As she places her order, you study the glass sitting in front of you. It’s a weird looking drink, the liquid inside starting out blue at the bottom, but slowly changing to a dark, stormy gray at the surface. A cherry sits atop the ice cubes, and tiny sparks pop out of the glass like carbonation.

“So, what do you think?” Windy asks as the waitress flies off. 

“It looks… interesting?” you offer.

“Well, go ahead, drink it!” Freefall says. You notice she’s watching you intently, as are the others.

Reaching out, you carefully pick up the glass. As you do, a slightly tingle runs up your leg.

“Now, remember, don’t eat the cherry,” Windy says, picking up her own glass. “Just hold it in your teeth, okay?”

Confused, you just nod your head in understanding.

“Alright, on three,” Windy says. “One… two… three!”

The moment the liquid hits your lips, a shock of electricity runs down your neck. A tangy, almost metallic taste, washes over your tongue, and you can feel sparks dancing around your mouth like that weird candy your dad’s cousin Vinyl gave you one Nightmare Night. The feeling is strange, but enjoyable, and you guzzle a few more mouthfuls before lowering the glass, the cherry held carefully in your teeth.

Unsure what to do with it, you turn to ask Windy, only for muzzle to suddenly press into yours. The moment her lips press up against you, a stronger burst of static races through your body. Her tongue snakes quickly into your mouth, running over your teeth before quickly stealing the cherry. She pulls away, the fruit now held in between her teeth, and gives you a large grin.

You sit there in stunned silence, your mane standing on end. Your lips are still tingling horrible, and your tongue feels a little numb. It’s like that one time you licked a battery for a dare.

“Well,” Windy asks from around the cherry. “Did you like it?” Her mane is in a similar state as yours, and the fluffy fur on her chest is all puffed up.

You’re silent for a moment before answering. “I don’t know…” As you trail off, Windy’s grin fades and her ears fall back against her head. “...I’m going to have to try another one, just to be sure. Only this time, you get the one with the cherry.” you finish.

Windy’s smile returns. She rolls the cherry around her tongue, giving you a seductive look, before letting it fall into her mouth. “Fine with me,” she says as she chews it.

Laughter breaks out around the table.

“Got to give it to the colt,” Freefalls coos. “He knows what he wants!” 

The waitress brings another round of drinks, and slowly conversation breaks out. Freefall and New Moon chat about what it’s like being in the Shadowbolts. Windy counters by explaining her daughter’s role in the fighting back the Changelings. While they are talking, Velvet continues to play with your mane, with Lily joining in after a while.

“You say you got these colors because they remind you of your parents?” she asks, toying with the pink stripe.

“Uh-huh,” you say as you finished off your second drink.

“Well, you know who this stripe reminds me of?” Lily asks Velvet, slowly dragging her wingtip down the color in question. “Scarlet.”

“Oh my Luna! It does!” Velvet gasps. “It’s the same color and everything!”

Caught off guard, you tilt your head back and glance up at the pair. “Wait… you know mom?”

They blink, staring down at you blankly.

“Wait, what!?” Velvet yelps.

“You’re Scarlet’s son?!” Lily adds in.

“Uh, y-yes?” you say nervously. Suddenly, you are pulled out of Velvet’s lap and into Lily’s, who proceeds to squeeze the stuffings out of you.

“H’ohmygosh!” she squeals. “We haven’t seen her in, like, ages! I should have known you were her son! You have her eyes and everything!”

Another pair of hooves grab you, and you’re suddenly back in Velvet’s lap.

“Did she finally get into the Lunar Guard like she said she would?” she asks.

“Y-y-yes,” you stammer out as she shakes you back and forth.

She squeezes your cheeks with her hooves. “Oh my sweet Luna, tell us everything!”

Much to Windy’s amusement, you are forced to answer all of Lily and Velvet’s questions concerning your mom. They come thick and fast, with you barely able to answer one question before the next one is being answered. Hay, sometimes you don’t even have time to answer!

This continues for a while, until a strong, delicious aroma hits your nose moments before the waitress suddenly puts a plate down in front of you. You stare down at the dish with wide eyes, your mouth already watering from the smell alone.

Long strips of pinkish meat—dusted with ground black pepper and salt—lay spread out atop a mound of brown rice. Small cubes of mozzarella cheese and pineapples are sprinkled around the edges of the dish, as well as some freshly sliced lemons. A couple strands of thyme rest over it all.

“Here you are!” the waitress chirps. “Freshly steamed blue-nosed dragontrout! Enjoy!”

“Oooh! Dragontrout? That’s a real classy dish!” Velvet says, her chin perched atop your head. 

You glance up at Windy, only to see that she had a dish as well. She smiles at you before motioning towards the food. “Tuck in, champ! If you like anchovies, I think you’re going to love this.”

Eagerly, you pick up your knife and fork and tuck into the dish. An explosion of flavor hits your tongue on the first bite, and you moan happily. You’re pretty sure your parents are going to have to figure out where to get fish from now on. This stuff is too delicious for you to never have it again!

Chomping down on another mouthful, you chew happily, all while listening to the others continue to talk about this and that. Off in the distance, thunder rumbles softly, a promissory note of the storm yet to come.


~ ~ ~ ~ > > < < ~ ~ ~ ~


Sitting on the futon, you stare out the water-soaked bedroom window. It had started raining shortly after you and Windy had left the restaurant, and by the time you managed to get to her house, it was coming down in sheets. 

Propped up against the wall, you watch the rain with idle interest, a hoof placed on top of your full stomach. Luckily, it isn’t painfully full, but instead just full enough to be comfortable. You had almost asked for desert, but had decided against it at the last minute. 

You could probably convince Windy to make some more of her crepes in the morning to make up for it.

The lights in your room are out, and every few seconds, a flash of lightning would like up the darkness. The burst of light is quickly followed by a boom of thunder that seems to shake the whole house. As you watch, a surge of tiny sparks race across the parts of the house that are clouds. Windy assured you that they were perfectly safe, and sure enough, when you experimentally touched them with your hoof, all you got was a small zap for your trouble.

You’ve received stronger static shocks from your mom in the winter time.

Another fork of lightning dances across the sky, and another explosion of thunder rocks the house. You watch as another wave of sparks travel around the room, almost like tiny relay racers. Smiling, you start rooting for the underdogs, only to get distracted as the sound of approaching hoofsteps come from the hallway.

A moment later, Windy appears in the doorway.

You blink in surprise.

A pair of flight goggles rest over her eyes, and she has a weird kind of harness on around her withers and barrel. She smiles and holds out a second pair of goggles. “We’ve done it the normal way…

“...now, let me show you the pegasi way.”
> Windy Skies
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Pleasantly-warm rain lashes against your coat, soaking you to the bone almost instantly. The wind roars in your ears, throwing the raindrops up and down and sideways. Thankfully, whatever charm is on your flight goggles stops the water from beading up on the lenses and blinding you. You can’t say the same about your nose though, and it takes a few snorts to clear your nostrils of the invasive moisture.

The dark clouds beneath your hooves surge once before a bright flash comes from below, followed by a ear-shattering crash. You jump in surprise right as a burst of static rushes up your legs, and the water in your coat turns to steam.

Almost instantly, you are soaked again.

Mane plastered to your face, you slick it back out of the way before glancing around. The once gentle clouds of Cloudsdale are now gray and angry. A thick sheet of rain obscures most of the distant cityscape. Each time lightning flashes across the sky, it illuminates the buildings for a brief moment.

It is a surreal experience. Sure, you have storms in Canterlot all the time. This, however, this is different. You feel as if you are in the heart of the storm. There’s storm clouds in all directions, lightning flashes both above and below you, and every crash of thunder shook your body to the core.

You feel the danger, you feel the excitement, you feel the very energy in the air…

...and you feel so alive!

Your attention is pulled from the raging storm as Windy moves to stand next to you. She’s fiddling with the harness that she’s currently wearing. Several straps and loops dangling from her body. Her already short tail has been braided and wrapped.

She gives one of the straps a final tug before grinning at you, her eyes hidden behind her flight goggles. 

“You ready, champ?” she asks, having to shout to be heard over the storm.

Heart already pounding away in your chest, you return her grin with one of your own. “Yes!” 

“Alright!” She motions for you to come closer. “Climb up onto my back and slip your legs into the straps, okay?”

You do as instructed and quickly clambering up onto her back. It takes a few tries in order to situate yourself properly in the straps, but when you finally manage it, you find yourself draped over her back with your groin shoved into the furrow of her rump.

Leaning forward, you shout into Windy’s ear. “So, what’s the harness for?” 

“It’s to keep you attached to me,” she explains as she tightens the loop around your limbs. “Normally, with two pegasi, both have the ability to fly. However, since you don’t have wings, this will keep you from falling off.” She double-checks all the straps again before glancing over her shoulder at you. “Is that comfortable? Too loose, too tight?”

You try moving your limbs and find that the straps are tight enough to keep your legs from slipping out, but loose enough to allow you some wiggle room. Shifting about to get comfortable, you gasp in surprise as your sheath brushes against something hot and twitching.

A shiver runs down Windy’s spine.

“Oh, yeah,” she moans. “This is going to be fun…” She gives her rump a good shake, which causes your sheath to rub against her lower lips again. Now it’s your turn to shiver, and you find yourself grinding against her heated flesh.

Windy shakes her flanks again before flapping her wings. “Alright, alright! Let’s get going before we get too distracted!” Easily supporting your weight, she shuffles her way over to the edge of the clouds.

Leaning forward, you peer downwards. The ground below is completely obscured in a haze of swirling dark clouds and rainwater. Far below, flashes of lightning illuminate the low-hanging clouds, and the boom of thunder can be heard. This is all you are able to see before a sudden strong gust of wind roars up from below, tearing at your mane and forcing you to lean back.

Windy glances back over her shoulder at you. “Last chance to change your mind. You still up for this?”

In response, you grind hard against her again, the head of your gradually emerging member sliding between her velvety lips and spreading them slightly.

That’s all the answer she needs.

She leans forward and, with a shout, you both topple over the edge of the clouds and down into the raging tempest below. The storm tears at you immediately, trying to rip you off of Windy’s back. The harness and straps do their jobs though, and you remain firmly on her back. Wind and rain race past your ears, and you can’t tell which way is up or down. Your heart rate immediately spikes…

...and with it comes the familiar euphoria.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you tumble through the air, and adrenaline begins to course through your system. The drunken feeling returns, and you feel a rush of giddy pleasure well up inside you. Despite the fact that you currently have no idea how far away the ground is, you can’t help but let out an excited whoop. 

Beneath you, you hear Windy doing the same.

The sudden rush does its job, and within seconds, Diver’s Spire kicks in. Your hardening colthood emerges fully from your sheath. With your groin pushed firmly up against Windy’s rump, there’s only one place for your member to go, and that just so happens to be…

You gasp as you feel yourself sink into her heated depths.

Windy lets out a cry, her wings snapping open wide as you fill her. She flutters through the air for a moment, her inner walls squeezing your length hungrily, before a gust of wind catches her wings and sends her spiraling back into the void. 

The violent motions jostles you about, and your member moves about inside her. Your head drags against her rippling folds, and the sensation causes you to thrust against her. Using the loops to gain purchase, you pump yourself eagerly into the fiery wetness that is her sex.

As your hips slap against hers, Windy throws her head back. She opens her mouth and lets out a lustful moan, but it’s stolen by the roaring wind. The look on her face is enough for you though, and you feel yourself growing even harder at the sight of her tongue lolling from between her lips. Her inner walls flex against you, clenching against your member as you continue to plunge it into her depths.

A bolt of lightning lances across the sky in front of you, illuminating the world for only a second. In that brief moment, you are able to see the ground fast approaching. Before you can start worrying though, Windy’s wings snap open and, with a loud ‘crack’, she sends you both soaring back up into the tempest above.

You grunt in surprise as she climbs higher. With each flap of her wings, her marehood contracts around you like a vice, her wet confines attempting to pull your member as deep into her as possible. The feeling is indescribably hot, and you begin timing your thrusts to that of the crack of her wingbeats.

Flap. Thrust. Squuuueeze…

Flap. Thrust. Squuuueeze…

Flap. Thrust. Squuuueeze…

Wrapping your forelegs around her stomach, you grit your teeth as your cock throbs and kicks deep inside her. Your hips twitch on their own each time your medial rings pushes its way into her tight folds. Her silken flesh tugs at your flare, hurrying you along towards the glorious end. Your balls smack against her with each swing, and you can’t tell if its rain water or her own juices which are currently soaking your groin.

Perhaps a mixture of both.

Your pace increases as Windy continues to spiral through the air at random. Sometimes she climbs—her muscles squeezing you in tandem with her wings—while other times she closes her wings and allows the wind to toss you both wherever it pleases. Throughout it all though, she somehow manages to work with you. She meets your thrusts with her own, pulling against the harness in order to push you deeper and deeper into her convulsing confines.

You feel a familiar pressure begin to well up inside you. Releasing your hold on Windy’s barrel, you tap a hoof against her side to inform her you are getting close. 

Almost instantly, she tenses up, her marehood clamping down on your pistoning member. Flipping through the air, she launches herself straight upwards, flying straight into the stormy clouds above. Rain water pelts your face and body, the small droplets hitting with enough force to be painful, but in a strangely pleasurable way.

Windy flaps her wings furiously as she rises higher, her inner walls squeezing and releasing your member in a rippling wave of pleasure. You try to hold out for as long as possible, but the intensity is too much.

Slamming your hips into Windy, you wrap your hind legs around hers, holding yourself in place. Your flare expands rapidly, and your cock kicks once before flooding her inner depths with your fertile seed. Her folds milk your member, practically pulling your essence down your length with each contraction.

As your warm cum fills her belly, Windy locks up, her wings stiffening. For a moment, she just hangs there, but then gravity takes over, and you both plunge downwards in a spiraling tailspin. Twitches and convulsions rack her body, and you can hear her crying out in pleasure over the noise of the storm. Her head falls back, and she somehow twists around so that she’s able to kiss you upside down.

For a moment, you are both lost in the throes of passion, each riding out your own high…

...but then reality comes rushing back.

Windy’s wing snap open wide and she pulls up just as a sea of leaves suddenly appear through the gloom. You feel your back hooves drag through the tops of the trees for a moment before Windy launches herself skyward again, and the forest disappears back into the darkness.

“That was a little too close!” Windy shouts as she laughs giddily.

You try to reply, but grunt instead as her folds grasp at your overly sensitive flesh. Despite having just filled her with your seed already, your member is stiff hard. 

Pulling out slightly, you push back into her with a loud squelch, some of your cum leaking out around your shaft. The feeling of your load oozing out around your member, making her marehood even more slick, fans the fire in your loins, and before long you are humping against her again with renewed vigor. Ropes of cum connect the two of you for a moment before being lost to the rain and wind. 

A burning sensation slowly begins to spread through your muscles as you piston into her, your breaths coming in heavy pants. Your tongue dangles from your mouth, a mixture of rain and drool dripping off of the tip. With a firm grip on her haunches, you make use of your Earth pony stamina, plunging your cock into her sopping flesh with wild abandonment.

Struggling to flying, Windy uses the straps of the harness to pull you against her, allowing for more leverage. She twists and turns through the air, almost like she is trying to buck you off her back. All the while, her walls caress and tug at your length, begging for a second helping of foal batter.

The pressure has returned, more intense than before, and you groan as your cock begins to throb within her confines again. Grinding against her rump, you hold yourself back from the edge of the brink, trying to prolong this feeling of ecstasy for as long as possible. You almost have yourself under control when the world suddenly goes white.

The smell of ozone fills your nose

The fur on your coat stands on end.

And your heart skips a beat…

…

...and then there is an explosion of sound.

A lance of lightning lashes out, sending a burst of electricity surging through your body and causing blue sparks to dance around you. Beneath you, Windy locks up as she takes the brunt of the strike, her fur and feathers puffing out. Her marehood seizes up painfully tight around your colthood before dissolving into sporadic convulsions. It’s all too much, and, with your entire body tingling, you climax again.

Leaning forward, you bite down on a bit of loose skin in between Windy’s shoulder blades. Your balls clench before forcing their contents down your shaft and into her already flooded womb. Deep inside her, your cock kicks as it deposits wave after wave of fresh cum into her thoroughly filled hole.

Windy’s body twitches beneath you with each jerk of your member, her smoking wings working hard to keep you both aloft. Her marehood clutches hungrily at your colthood as she squirts her own arousal all over your groin. 

Your whole body feels as though it’s on fire, the bolt of lightning amplifying your pleasure to an almost painful level. You can almost feel each glob of cum slide down your pulsing shaft. Your senses are on overdrive, and this euphoria is amazing.

Windy must have be experiencing the same feeling, as her body gave one last shudder before failing. Her wings crumpled against her sides, and she tumbled backwards through the air. Your member, still twitching, slips from her folds as you start to fall off her back. The harness catches you at first, but then there’s a sudden jerk, and you fall away into the storm. 

Through your pleasure-filled mind, you realize that the buckles must have been damaged by the lightning strike. No longer attached to Windy, you find yourself spinning through the air, all while your member shoots its last few loads into the wind. 

You hear a distance shout, and a light bluish blur comes tumbling down at you. Windy just manages to grab you and pull you close before both of you suddenly crash through a barrier of dark gray clouds…

...only to land on something firm yet soft.

An eerie silence has fallen over you, the sound of the storm now muffled. You could hear Windy beside you, gasping for air. Your wet bodies lay beside each other, rain water pooling up beneath you.

Are… are you dead?

If you are, then, Sweet Celestia, is that a way to go.

After a few seconds, you regain enough energy to lift your head. You peer around, only to let your head fall back against with a weak laugh upon seeing where you are. 

You’re in your room at Windy’s house. 

Both of you had apparently fallen through the ceiling and are now lying strewn upon the floor. The room is illuminated by the lamp you left on earlier, and in the light it provides, you can see that both you and Windy are still smoking.

“We’re… we’re back at your house?” you manage to wheeze out.

“Just… just as planned,” Windy gasps in reply.

Turning your head to the side, you raise an eyebrow at her. “Really?”

She’s silent for a moment. “No… not really.”

You stare at her for a moment before smiling. “Don’t tell my mom?”

“If you’d please,” Windy groans. She shifts her body slightly, only to let out a weak moan. “Stupid lightning bolt! I was doing fine until it showed up. Now I’m all sensitive!” Trying to move again, she only manages to roll over onto her stomach before she gasps and clenches her eyes shut. There’s a low splash, and suddenly the room smells heavily of musk and pine.

“Oh b-buck yes,” Windy moans, a dopey smile on her muzzle.

You start to move as well, only to grunt as a sudden unexpected burst of pleasure races through your body. Your softening member kicks weakly before a thin strands of cum drips from the tip.

“W-what say… we just stay here for a few minutes… and catch our breath?” Windy offers.

You nod your head weakly. “Fine by me…” Closing your eyes, you listen to the sound of Windy’s heavy breathing. Before long, it begins to even out. Your own breathing starts to slow as your heart rate returns to normal. 

It isn’t long before you find yourself slowly drifting off, the sound of Windy’s breathing mixed with the storm outside lulling you into a deep slumber. You feel her hoof gently grab yours, and as you slip from the waking world into the dream one, a warm smile touches your lips. Beside you, Windy hums happily, and soon both of you are lost to the world.
> Epilogue
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With one final thrust, you collapse on top of Windy’s stomach, completely spent. Face smooshed into the fluffy fur of her chest, you can feel her heart beating rapidly. Both of you just lie there on the couch, breathing heavily as you attempt to catch your breaths. Her coat rubs pleasantly against yours, her fur slick with sweat, as well as several other bodily fluids.

After a moment, she reaches up with a wing and gentle strokes your back, the tips of her feathers dancing down your spine. 

“Still so much energy,” she mutters. “Your Earth pony stamina is amazing.”

You hum in acknowledgement, content to stay still. Her inner walls are still squeezing on your member weakly—the dying convulsions of her earlier orgasm. The feeling of her velvety folds rubbing against your flare is enough to keep your member hard, despite having just painted the inside of Windy’s marehood white.

“I would have thought… after a while,” Windy continues breathlessly, “you would have started to calm down, but here you are... still raring to go.” Closing her eyes, she leans her head back against the couch cushion and hums softly. “Aaah, the vigor of youth…”

After a moment, you start to move again. 

Planting your forehooves on either side of her stomach, you begin to pull out, only for Windy to suddenly gasp in surprise. Her marehood clenches tight around your member, holding it in place. A shudder runs through her body. “Ah! H-hold on a second, champ! I need… I need a moment.”

You freeze, your member half inside her. Your seed leaks out from around your union as her folds quiver and pulse around your shaft, trailing down around her ponut to pool about her dock and tail.

Unable to hold your currently position comfortable, you try to adjust yourself, but the movement causes your member to shift and sink back into her heated depths.

She grunts, and her muscles clamp down on your colthood again.

“S-sorry,” you say quickly.

“It’s… it’s fine,” Windy says with a weak giggle. “I’m just a little, heh... sensitive. Give me a moment to recover.”

Nodding, you gingerly lower yourself again until you are resting belly to belly with her. As she’s catching her breath, you glance around at her living room. Moonlight streams through the bay windows, illuminating the room in soft, bluish light.
Empty bottles litter the floor, many of them empty bottles of fruit-flavored drinks, but a few are also alcoholic in nature. Two tankards rest on the coffee table, along with an almost empty box of pizza. A few slices remain, the cheese topped with anchovies and peppers. You kinda want a piece right now, but it probably be rude to eat while you’re still inside of a mare.

You make a mental note to snag a piece later.

Windy shifts beneath you, pulling you from your thoughts. “Okay, I think I’m good. You can pull out now. Just be slow, okay?” Blinking, you glance down before doing as instructed.

A hiss escapes your lips as your flare scrapes against her folds on the way out. There is some resistance when it reaches her entrance, but with a little jerk of your hips, it pulls free with a ‘pop’. Almost immediately, more of your seed leaks out of her in a small waterfall, joining the drying colt batter already staining the couch.

“Thank goodness for cloud cushions,” Windy laughs. “This would be a pain to clean otherwise.” 

“Um… oops,” you say as you watch the cum ooze out of her winking marehood. You’re oddly proud of the amount present. 

“Remind me again, which one of us decided we needed to go skydiving today?” Windy asks tiredly as she reaches over and picks up the bigger of the tankards. 

You perk up. “That was you.”

Windy pauses with the tankards almost to her lips. “Oh… right. I forgot.” She ponders for a moment before taking a drink. “Aaah… that’s the stuff…”

Trying to ignore your erect, twitching member, you pick up your own tankard and quaff the contents. The fruit drink fills your mouth, followed quickly by the faint tang of alcohol. It makes your lips tingle, and you smack them loudly as you enjoy the drink.—your first real taste of alcohol.

“So, what do you think?” Windy asks as she watches you drink. “Still like the taste?”

You swallow your mouthful before answer. “Yis!” 

“I thought you might. Your mother was always a fan of rum with fruit drinks. I remember one she used to love. It was called, um… Mango Sunrise, I believe.” She hums softly as she takes another swing of her drink. “Oh… that reminds me…” Lowering the tankard, she gives you a sheepish smile.

“Don’t tell my mom?” you offer.

“Good boy,” Windy coos before knocking her head back and draining the rest of her drink.

You watch her throat convulse with each gulp, the sight causing your member to throb in need again. Tearing your gaze away, you peer down at your own drink. There’s about a mouthful left of the flavored drink and, bringing it to your lips, you swallow the remaining—

“Don’t tell me what?” 

Your eyes widen in shock at the sound of the voice, as well as the telltale sound of the front door closing. Before you can stop yourself, you inhale sharply, which in turn causes you to sputter and choke on your drink. Dropping the tankard, you thump your chest with a hoof. Beside you, Windy’s in a similar state, hacking and coughing as she tries to clear her lungs.

Giving one last wheezing gasp, you glance up, only to find a pair of slitted eyes watching you from the shadows. As the intruder moves into the moonlight, you swallow thickly. 

“H-hi, mom…”

Your mother says nothing as she observes the scene before her with an expressionless look on her face. Her cyan eyes seem to glow in the darkness as they drift over the various discard bottles and leftover bits of food. Eventually, her gaze comes to rest upon you and Windy, and you quickly try to hide your erection, for what little good it does—the both of you are covered in sweat and fluids, and the room probably smells heavily of musk and sex.

One of your mom’s bat-like wings twitches, the long fingers flexing open and closed. A lock of her shockingly pink mane falls in front of one of her eyes.

Beside you, Windy gulps before smiling nervously. “H-hello, Scarlet.”

“Windy…” your mom says after a moment. “Explain. Now.”

“W-well, it’s a bit of a story… but, we, uh… figured out that your son can experience Diver’s Spire even though he’s an Earth pony,” Windy says, almost timidly, “and I figured, seeing as you’re usually busy with work, that I would, uh… help fill him in on his pegasi heritage?” She trails off, letting out a small squeak as she grins nervously up at your mom.

Your mom’s gaze flick over to you, or rather, the dyed stripes in your mane. Her eyes seem to soften slightly before they suddenly snap back to Windy.

“You initiated him?” she asks softly.

“Yes?” Windy squeaks out.

“You... initiated... my son…” Slowly, your mom begins to stalk forward.

“N-now, hold on a second,” Windy says quickly, holding up a hoof. “I… I know what you’re thinking, and I can assure you, nothing bad happened!”

Your mother steps over an empty bottle, her eyes locked on Windy. “You initiated my son without asking me first.” 

“He was perfectly safe the whole time, I s-swear!”

Silently, your mom’s wings opened fulling, the moonlight playing across the thin membranes between her fingers.

“You know how bad my own Diver’s Spire is!” Windy has pushed herself back into the couch cushions in an attempt to make herself as small as possible.

You just sat stock-still, unsure of what to do.

Your mom has reached the couch and is now looming over Windy, who quickly grabs a pink bottle off the side table and holds it out as though it is a shield. “I… I even used protection!”

Leaning forward, your mother presses the tip of her muzzle against Windy’s.

“Please don’t bite me,” Windy whimpers, her eyes wide.

“My dear Windy…” your mom says slowly. “I’m not angry that you initiated my son.”

“You’re… you’re not?”

“Oh no,” your mom says, shaking her head. Reaching out, she uses a finger of her wing to pull a purple pill from the bottle in Windy’s hooves. Slowly, she places the pill on her tongue before continuing in almost a purr. “I’m upset… because I didn’t get to watch.” 

This snaps you out of your stupor. “Wait… wat?”

Your mom gives you a sidelong smirk before turning her attention back to Windy. “I think you’ve forgotten who was the flock leader in our old relationship, and—” Grabbing ahold of Windy, she proceeds to toss her onto the floor “—I think you need a very thorough reminder of whose son it is that you decided to inticiate.”

Lying splayed out on her back, Windy stares up with wide eyes, although the edges of her mouth are starting to twitch upwards. “N-no, please! I like being able to feel my hind legs in the morning!” 

“Too bad.” Your mom grins as she stalks forward. She positions her rump right above Windy’s face before glancing up at you. “What do you say, hon? I take her muzzle, you deal with her plot?” She wiggles her rump, and a few drops of clear liquid suddenly drip down, landing on Windy’s waiting tongue. At the same time, Windy spreads her legs open wider and lets her tail fall to the side, revealing her pierced teats, puffy marehood, and waiting ponut.

Dumbstruck, you have only one response to the scene before you.

“Oh, sweet blessed Celestia, yes!”


~ ~ ~ ~ > > The End < < ~ ~ ~ ~