Windy Skies

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.