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.”

Author's Note

Celestia help you, colt. Never get between a pegasus and her goals.