A Cloudborn's Restless Spirit

“Are you serious, Chaser? He has a marefriend!” Flitter hissed. She kept her head down, as if ducking low would help her to avoid drawing attention. In reality, it just made her look like she was doing something secretive, not that any of the other guests cared terribly much. They only spared a brief glance before going back to the punch bowl or the snack table. Most were too busy talking about their unlikely success with Monday’s tornado to care about a little argument between sisters.

“So what?” Cloudchaser replied, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like she gave him her wings. Don’t you ever have fun?” Cloudchaser didn’t even look at Flitter while she talked; her eyes were aimed at a spot ten feet above the ground, where her target reclined on one of the clouds that had been brought down for the party. At the moment, he was at work chugging a can of juice from the drink cooler. Thunderlane had a beautiful charcoal-grey coat and was a lot of fun, if a bit gruff. He was also memorable for being one of the losers who’d called in sick on tornado day. She’d have to be sure to tease him a little for that.

“How do you know?” Flitter snapped, her nasal tone piercing Cloudchaser’s little reverie. “You’re going to cause trouble again! Don’t you think she’ll get jealous?”

“I know the marefriend won't get jealous,” Chaser said, her nonchalance turning to cockiness, “because of how much she enjoyed my company on Thursday.”

Words failed Flitter. She resorted to an openmouthed gape.

Chaser seized the opportunity. “What, you want some too? Why don’t you see if she’s free sometime? Blossomforth’s a real sweetie, I think you’d like her. And you should see how far back she can bend her--”

"Fine!" Flitter huffed. “If Thunderlane wants to have bodysex with a reckless, wild-”

“Let’s hope he does!” Chaser stuck her tongue out at Flitter as she took flight, headed for Thunderlane's cloud. Flitter stuck her tongue right back, then turned tail and headed for the refreshment table. “Like arguing with the wind,” she muttered.

Bodysex, Chaser thought on her way up, was a wonderfully descriptive word. Just body and no wings meant no commitment and relatively few risks. That meant there was no problem (again, relatively) with propositioning a taken stallion. Including Thunderlane. Gruff, straight-edged, earnest Thunderlane with his cute pride and his incrediblebody. Chaser couldn’t imagine being an Earther, with their “cycles” and their rules, guarding their bodies like fortresses and needing all kinds of precautions to keep from getting pregnant. Many Earthers and Unis harbored an unfortunate stereotype of Pegs as being flighty and impulsive, and Cloudchaser had long ago taken it upon herself to prove them all completely right.

Thunderlane didn’t even turn his head as Chaser landed delicately on the crest of his pillowlike cloud, throwing a long shadow over his face. “Somepony’s in my light,” he grumbled, once he’d taken the can of juice out of his mouth. “Sit somewhere else, this cloud’s mine.”

“And what if I’d rather stay right here?”

Thunder tilted his head until he could see the mare perched above him. He didn’t look amused. “You got a problem?”

“Problem? What’re you talking about?” Chaser cocked her head sideways in mock confusion. “Maybe I just like the view from up here.”

Thunderlane and Cloudchaser held a brief staring match, which Chaser soon lost not by blinking, but by getting distracted by the ‘view’ she’d come for. Thunderlane had been splayed out in a reclining position, but as he rolled over onto all fours, his muscled body and equally powerful wings came into full view. Chaser was reminded immediately of the reason she had been so keen on going after him.

There was no grace to his figure; he was all power, from flanks to neck to demeanor. Chaser had to admit she was a little envious of his mare. Cloudchaser had taken a liking to Thunder during training season, mainly because the boy had the guts to back up the promises made by his powerful body. No matter how many times Rainbow Dash picked on him in front of the team--poor baby--he just kept soldiering on without complaint, at least until he was well and truly incapacitated by his flu. He had also managed to take half the team out with him, so maybe it would be better not to taunt him about it after all. No need to rub it in.

“Blossom told me all about you,” Thunderlane said as he found his balance on the cushiony cloud.

“Yeah? What did she say?” Chaser's smile grew. "No, wait, don’t tell me. I bet she told you about how--”

Thunderlane wasn’t smiling. “She said you were crazy.”

“Seemed to me like she didn’t mind that...” Chaser glanced over at the partygoers below with a distant smile. Some of the crazier things she'd done with Thunder’s marefriend were going to be cherished memories for quite some time. The sun warming them both while they took a low-altitude lap over the lake after lunch... That adorable little gasp as she snatched Blossom and forced her into a climb, nuzzling her the whole way up, until...

“She also said that you gave her an in-flight.” Thunderlane was definitely frowning now. Whoops.

Cloudchaser’s grin wavered. “W-what? You want one too?”

Thunder wasn’t amused. “What do you think? What if one of you had gotten hurt?”

“Yeah, right.” Chaser suddenly hopped a few inches into the air, then brought her forehooves down hard on the cloud, shattering it into wisps of fluff. With a shout of surprise, Thunder toppled off the fragments of vapor and dropped a few feet before catching himself and stabilizing.

Chaser, meanwhile, was balanced on her forehooves on one of the remaining puffs of cloud, body extended straight upward. She had her wings reaching forwards over her head, which helped a little with balance, but more importantly, showed that she wasn’t cheating by flapping them. “I’m good at this stuff.” Her smile returned in full force.

“I don’t care how good you think you are,” Thunderlane said, floating back up to Chaser’s level. “You should be more careful. That's both of your safety we're talking about, and--”

The wisp she'd been balancing on dispersed as Chaser hopped off and righted herself in the air. “You know that everyone exaggerates how dangerous it is to do it airborne, right? It's totally easy to keep things under control, especially if you're both strong fliers. I may be hot shit, but I didn't fuck her wings clean off or anyth-”

Thunder's expression soured.

Cloudchaser felt a shock of guilt as she hurriedly corrected the implication. “It's just an expression! I never went near her wings, I swear on the sun an' moon!”

Thunderlane rolled his eyes. “You do know that ponies have already told me that you're trouble, right? Even though you've only been down here since training season?”

“I'm only going to be as much trouble as you want me to be.” Chaser hovered closer, slowly and steadily so as to be able to edge forward and murmur in his ear. “I can carry us both if you think aren’t strong enough for an in-flight.” She was close enough to feel his body heat—close enough to start wondering what it would be like with that muscle-bound form.

“You...” Thunderlane's nostrils flared. “You really know how to get a rise out of a pony, you know that?” He didn’t pull away, though. If anything, he edged closer.

Interesting choice of words, Chaser thought. “Are you up for some fun or not?” she asked, leaning away from him to address him properly, like she had been doing before. “My next choice was gonna be the team leader.” That last part wasn't meant as a taunt. Ponyville’s weather crew supervisor was a technicolor-maned powerhouse with a wicked smirk, a heart of gold, and the most gorgeous maroon eyes... Maybe next Friday, once they were done with work, both amped up from a hard day of flying...

“Rainbow Dash? Don't get me started. You’re thinking about going for that arrogant cloudhumper?” The epithet rolled off his tongue like it was nothing. Chaser was slightly taken aback, but she didn't let it show. Nothing wrong with a dirty mouth.

“What? Think you've got her beat in the bodysexing department?” She'd hit a sore spot without meaning to, but Thunderlane was a big boy. He could handle bit more riffing. All right, Chaser thought. Let's see you flare those wings. “Seems to me if she can double your wingpower, then--”

“My dick's bigger than hers. Want proof?” Thunderlane's expression was predatory. For a moment, Chaser was unsettled by the fact that he was well and truly ready to fuck her just to prove a point. That feeling soon passed once she remembered the fact that she’d just gone through considerable effort to drag out that exact reaction. Stallions and their pride really were fun to mess with.

“Yes. Took you long enough.” Chaser started to backpedal in the air, forelegs spread in a “come and get it” stance while drifting up and away. “Tell you what. If I beat you to the cloud-bank above us...” She took a moment to think about what she wanted to wager on the race, which gave Thunderlane time to stretch his wings and shoot off in a vertical climb.

“Cheating son-of-a-mule!” Chaser yelled after him as she took off in pursuit. She flapped hard to keep up, somewhat encouraged by the view from below. She wasn't too much slower than him, but she couldn't quite manage the vertical and had to spiral slightly as she climbed, causing her to rapidly lose ground.

Thunderlane hit the clouds quite a few lengths ahead of Cloudchaser. When she made it herself, several frustratingly long beats later, he was already on his hooves, waiting. He turned to face her once he saw her breach the surface, and cloud-trotted closer while she floated to a stop.

“Cheater! Jackass!” she yelled out as he approached, laughing and raising her muzzle in mock indignation. “You took a false start!”

“I started one second before you and beat you by ten. Now, what did you say I'd get if I won?” There was that look again. It was in his stance, his eyes, the way he lowered his head and stared her down as he approached. This time, she didn't mind. The boy didn't mean any harm, except in the fun kind of way.

“You didn't give me a chance to say. Maybe there wasn't a prize involved.” Oh, but there had been a prize for a while now, and she was about to claim it. She landed facing away from him and swished her tail slowly from side to side, giving him a nice view of what he was going to get.

“I think I've got a pretty good idea of what I want as a prize.” His voice was almost a growl, and it was from very close behind her. He wasn't wasting time.

Chaser backed up a little, and sure enough, there was Thunderlane’s head in her peripheral vision. She nuzzled him enthusiastically, letting out a satisfied little whinny. “I knew you’d come around.”

“You,” he grumbled softly, “are crazy.”

“You like it,” she accused.

“Lucky for you.”

“Didn't I tell you luck has nothing to-” she cut herself off as she felt his weight against her back. He clutched her hard with his forelegs as his head disappeared from sight. He didn't squeeze forcefully enough to cause discomfort, just enough to let her know what she had coming.

“Blossomforth told me a little about you, too.” She turned her head to give Thunder a sidelong look. Now there was a sight: Thunderlane mounting her, dark storm clouds atop a dusky sky. She flicked him playfully with her tail, and this time her smile was different from before—softer, kinder.

“She told me how much you love her. That you've got a soft heart under the gravel coat. And that you know how to give her a damn good time.” She winked the eye that was facing him. Her last words were spoken softly, beyond a doubt the most earnest thing she’d yet said to him: “She's the one who's lucky.”

By way of a response, Thunderlane prodded her between her rear legs.

Yes. That light touch of intimate contact was all it took. She bent her forehooves to raise her rear slightly, offering herself. She was already flared for him and starting to moisten. She wanted this--wanted him. When she felt the head of his pride touch her again, it sent a visible shiver through her body.

That shiver didn’t go unnoticed. Chaser felt Thunder’s warm breath against her neck as he bent down to nip her just above the shoulder, and then she felt a more insistent nudge against her swollen, inviting entrance. Yes.He squeezed her with his forelegs just a little as he pressed forward, forcing his blunt tip into her by an inch. She could feel the restrained strength in the hot breath of arousal that he exhaled into her mane.

Oh yes. She squirmed slightly in his grip as she winked at him with another body part entirely. She distinctly felt her lower lips open around the now fully solid member parting them and then close on it again. Truth be told, Thunderlane was merely average in the dick department, but considering how it felt to have the boy she’d had her eye on for weeks slide bit by throbbing bit into her, that was a negligible detail. She exhaled an extended, lust-soaked “yes,” starting to lean her hindquarters back, aching to take more of her prize.

She needn’t have bothered. Without warning, Thunderlane thrust into her with a smooth forward motion, plunging into her with a borderline dangerous amount of length. Cloudchaser’s next “yes” came out as a vocal shudder instead of an intelligible word. Let the groundbound monogamists say what they would; Chaser felt certain there was nothing in earth and sky that would make her jaded to that feeling, that first push of poorly lubricated flesh dragging against her own wetness...

Her clenched jaw turned to openmouthed ecstasy as Thunderlane leaned forward on her back and let her have it. He didn't stretch her, but he also didn't hold back from pounding her, nudging her forward with every pump of his hips. The muscles Chaser liked so much tensed and rippled, and she heard him snort with effort—or was it simple pleasure? With every backswing, Thunderlane nearly slipped out of his target's opening, the better to let his swollen flare glide through her with the next stroke. Blossomforth hadn't been exaggerating—he was good.

Even with tongue hanging out, forelegs quivering, and eyes fixated on the cloud's surface, Chaser still managed to let a distracting idea sneak into her willfully emptied mind. She wanted to do better than just letting him get off on her. The prospect of further fun was already ruining the moment, so right now was as good a time as any to make a move. As Thunderlane pulled back for another go, Chaser abruptly dipped her rear downwards, away from him. His cock slipped out and landed wetly on his stomach.

“What was that for?” he muttered, annoyance tinging his voice.

Cloudchaser didn't even bother answering. She bucked her hips violently, popping his flanks and hind legs into the air, and with a shout of effort—she chose to believe it was a kiai—did the same to his entire weight with her forelegs. Then she twisted an entire half-turn under him, grabbed and rolled him in the air, and drove him forcefully down onto his back. The cloud gave under the impact like a springy bed, and she kissed him full on the mouth before he even realized what had just happened. He responded with a muffled “whuh?”

“What’s wrong?” She murmured, the teasing tone returning momentarily as she laid her hooves on his shoulders. “Thought you’d just mount up and hump until you were done?” Thunder looked like he wanted to answer, but instead he inhaled sharply as Chaser spread her legs wide, straddling him with Blossomforth-like flexibility, and rubbed lust-slicked mareflesh across his still solid shaft. “Waste of talent, I say.”

She leaned forward over him, fully blocking his view of the sky with her body. Her belly and breasts brushed against his chest as she carefully angled and shifted her rear until... There. She propped herself up on her forehooves and raised her rear off of his body just a little. Along with her flanks went the head of Thunderlane's dick, its tip wedged into Chaser's warm vag.

Chaser wished she could permanently capture the look on Thunderlane's face as she shifted her rear legs against the cloud they were on, then lowered her body onto his length, agonizingly slowly. She couldn't take him as deep from this position, but getting to watch him the whole time made it worth it. She lowered onto him again, and felt his breath quicken. She bent down to nip him on the ear, and he let out an audible whimper. It was all Chaser could do to keep from ruffling his mane and laughing.

She raised herself again, and allowed herself a sigh of satisfaction before taking a deep breath and letting him have it. His eyes opened wide as she suddenly and rapidly let him slide almost as far into her as when he'd mounted her, in a single sudden drop. While he was catching his breath, she rose again, and dropped again. Up again. Down. Up. Chaser enjoyed showing off her agility almost as much as she enjoyed watching Thunder squirm and pant. She contracted around him without realizing it, and he let out a low moan. She felt him twitch inside her.

Not yet, she thought. Hold that for just... one... minute. Thunder blinked as his rider suddenly stopped her frantic movements while he was still lodged inside her. Slowly, deliberately, she laid her body against his as if giving a strange kind of horizontal hug...

He saw what was coming only when she stretched her wings with an audible pomf of feathers and air. “Wait a minute,” he sputtered, a moment before she lifted him off the cloud, rising straight up in the air with four hooves wrapped firmly around him. He half-opened his wings, then closed them again; some pegasi were skilled enough to fly with their stomachs facing the sun, but Chaser could tell from the fear in Thunderlane's eyes that he wasn't one.

“You're crazy,” he gasped as she contracted around his member again. “This... is...” In only a few moments, they were high above the low cloud cover and surrounded by wispy cirrus. Still supporting his entire weight, she kissed him like she had before, playing at his lips and tongue with genuine passion. He returned it, still breathing shallowly. The poor boy was too scared of falling to think about much else, she thought. Pity. She’d wanted him to enjoy, like she always did, how the glaring high-altitude sun brought out the thin trails of cloud, trailing like white brushstrokes across the firmament...

Without breaking the contact, she pressed Thunderlane deep into her by clutching him closer. There was that moan again, halfway between the growl of passion from before and a whimper of fear. She twisted her hips and rotated around him. She wanted to give him pleasure that would make him forget the fact that he was dangling a thousand feet in the air. Well, no: She wanted him to be afraid, actually. She wanted his heartbeat to quicken from the loss of control, the danger, even while...

His head jerked back and he writhed in her grip, almost causing Chaser to drop him after all, as his cock gave a firm twitch and shot the sweet release Chaser had been waiting for. She crooned happily, nuzzling against Thunder's anguished face as he pumped out the last of his stallion-juice. His hips twitched, his position shifted, and a splash of their combined pleasure flowed down Chaser's rear, falling like rain onto Ponyville below. Somepony down there was in for a surprise, Chaser thought.

Lowering Thunderlane to safety was in many ways harder than lifting him. First of all, there was no way for him to withdraw from her while he was hanging helplessly, and second, she had to descend all the way down to the cloud-bank again; simply releasing him would result in him plummeting, picking up a dangerous amount of momentum before having the chance to catch himself with a glide.

When she was finally able to drop him onto a soft bed of vapor, he didn't roll to his feet immediately. Instead, he just flopped onto his side and rested there for a minute. Chaser landed next to him and daintily folded her legs, leaning over to nuzzle him again.

“Had fun?”

He grumbled a sleepy noncommittal of agreement. His chest rose and fell in deep, sleepy breaths. Stallions were funny like that. It took quite a bit more to melt a mare.

“Still think I'm crazy?” she said sweetly.

“The hell do you think?” he grunted.

“I think you had fun.”

A pause. More than a beat; an entire measure. And then: “Yeah.”