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.

Author's Note

Probably no new chapter tomorrow, but we'll just have to see if I can hash one out quickly or not.