Windy Skies

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!”

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