Converging Fronts

Converging Fronts

Rainbow Dash flew home.  Her flight was erratic, bobbing up and down.  Her wings were so tired from flying all day that she couldn’t keep it straight.  The weather had been a mess all day.  A warm front had collided with a cold front right over Ponyville, and sent all kinds of weather everywhere.  Hail, downpours, violent gusts, Dash had dealt with it all.
She flopped down, almost crashed, into the cloud that she called home.  She almost got up to go inside, but decided against it.  All the muscles in her body were overtaxed and exhausted.  Besides, she hadn’t cleaned her house in months.  It was cluttered, and smelled a bit musty.  There was plenty of fresh air out here.
Eventually, she rolled over onto her back.  Her back was propped up just a bit by a lump of cloud.  She opened her eyes and took a look at her handiwork.  It had really turned out to be a beautiful day.  It was just after five.  Quitting time.  Big beautiful puffy clouds drifted past through the air. The early spring sun was turning them a beautiful golden color.  That light, in turn, reflected and put everything in a golden cast.  Dash took some amount of pride in a job well done.  Epic days like this made the job worth while.  She had turned something horrible into something beautiful.
Dash felt like taking a nap right out here on the cloud itself.  She stretched out her front legs in a yawn.  All her muscles were very sore, yet strangely it felt like a good kind of sore.  Once stretched out they could began to relax a little.  She did the same thing with her hind legs, stretching them out in the air.  These were even more sore, and it felt even better to loosen them up.  She let her hooves collapse into the cloud and her whole body unwound.  She was lying on her back with her knees wide apart.  It was a terribly unladylike position.  She didn’t care in the least.  There wasn’t anybody up here to see.
That made her smile a bit, that kind of carefree attitude sometimes surprised even herself.  She placed her hooves on her knees and pushed them down a little towards the cloud.  It stretched out her groin muscles.  It was both the sharpest pain and the most enjoyable stretching yet.  One hoof fell to the cloud as she relaxed. The other happened to stay on the knee.  She shut her eyes; even her eyes were strained.  She started drifting off into a late afternoon nap.  She just kept feeling better and better.  She opened her eyes and realized that her hoof had slid off her knee and onto her crotch.  She opened her eyes wide and looked left and right.  Still nobody was around to see anything.  It almost felt liberating.
She started to stroke her hoof up and down herself.  As sudden as a lightning bolt, the pleasure her body felt was amplified a thousand fold.  She had never done this outside before, and perhaps the novelty of it somehow made it better.  She wondered what would happen if somebody did see her.  Who would be more embarrassed?  Her or them?  The idea excited her even further.  She turned over on her knees and crawled to the edge of the cloud, lying on her belly.  She placed one of her hooves underneath herself, and continued her playing.  Stretching her neck out, she looked down over the edge of the cloud to see Ponyville below.  She saw dozens of ponies, small as ants, going about their business.  None of them were aware of what she was doing.  Even if they looked up and saw her, they wouldn’t be able to tell.  The current position she was in was uncomfortable, laying on her leg.  She moved it out and put it on the edge of the cloud.  She pulled herself out over the edge of the cloud somewhat for a better view.  Then she pushed herself back in again.  Out.  Then in.  It felt awesome.  She realized there was a particularly lumpy piece of cloud sticking up between her hind legs.
Clouds were funny things.  For most ponies they were just intangible mists of water vapor, no more substantial than a bank of fog.  For pegasus ponies such as Dash they were something else entirely.  They were solid, yet soft.  You could stand on them, or dive right through them.  You could dig into them or push them around.  In Dash’s case you could hump them.  Dash was in heaven, cloud nine.  She forgot completely about the soreness in her muscles.  Dash wondered why she had never tried this before.  She wondered if any pegasus ponies even knew about this.  She looked around her cloud.  There was a shortage of appropriate lumps like the one she was using now.  Her cloud had a bit too much of a stratus character to it.  A bit to smooth and flat.  She looked up into the air, and saw a large perfect cumulus drifting above her.  It was part of a storm she had broken up a couple of hours ago.
Dash flew up to it and landed on the top.  She grinned from ear to ear as she looked around.  This was a gold mine of a cloud. Everywhere she looked there were bumps, lumps, furrows, grooves, ridges, knots and knobs.  She could hardly know where to start.  She found a long ridge.  She straddled it and started sliding her hips back and forth, riding it as if she were at a rodeo.  It was good.  Very good.  She could have finished here in no time flat, if this was all there was.  But she kept looking around, there were so many new things to try.  She got prematurely bored with the ridge.  She pulled herself off of it and found an interesting looking knob on the “floor” of the cloud.  She squatted onto this and started moving up and down.  This was even better than the ridge.  Her heart started pounding faster and faster.  If there was any problem at all, it was that her knees were starting to ache from her earlier work, and from having to squat down so low.  In front of her there was kind of wall where the cloud rose up even higher.  There were all sort of interesting shapes and forms on it.  It was too tempting to pass up.  She lifted herself off the knob.
Dash wandered over the the wall.  Finding a choice spot, she backed herself into it, lifting up her tail.  This was the best yet.  She pushed back and back.  The cloud naturally giving some way, and then pushing back.  She started to groan.  She looked over and saw a piece of the cloud wall that was slowly detaching itself.  She had to try it.  She got underneath it on her back and pulled it down on top of herself.  It was as big as a large pony, maybe even bigger than Big Mac, but it was as light as air and far more substantial.  She wrapped all four legs around it tight and moved it back and forth.  The cloud was rubbing on all the right spots. She could lie here forever, letting its own light weight do most of the work.
From her view she saw the wall above her.  Her body told her this cloud was more than enough.  All of this had been more than enough.  She could finish herself at will any time she wanted.  But her mind wondered what was on top of that wall.  The curiosity won out.
Dash got out from under the piece of cloud, and flew up to the top of the cloud wall; it was more like a cliff face.  There was a whole new space up here, including a tiny, pristine pool of rainbow.  There must have been a pool above it on another ledge, because a little rainbowfall was cascading into the pool below.  Dash never would have thought about this under any other circumstance, especially of her own murky, stagnant rainbow pools back home.  But she had to try it out.  She slid on her back into the little pool. It was shallow, more of a puddle really.  She positioned herself under the rainbowfall, legs up in the air.  The pressure from the falling rainbow was perfect. It splashed down all over her lower half, and she could maneuver herself until it got just the right spots.  She had never felt anything more magical.  She was careful not to get any in her mouth.  It was very, very hot.  It was even beginning to effect her skin.  It was a bit like cinnamon oil. A little bit on your skin and you feel nothing, but then it starts to get warmer.  And warmer, and warmer.  It starts to burn, not painfully, but a pleasurable sensation of burning.  That was how Dash felt now.  It was too much.  It was overpowering her senses.  She couldn’t feel anything else, it was almost as if she were going numb.
She looked up into the deep blue sky.  There were cirrus clouds up there.  Way, way up there.  They were wispy, and very cold.  It wouldn’t feel right to her if she didn’t give it a shot.  She flew up and up.  Her tired wings had new energy.  She reached them, they were blowing hard and fast. She was buffeted around.  These weren’t made of little droplets of water, but of ice particles.  She flew into it, and with a bit of time and patience collected enough to make a little snowball.  She glided down out of the cirrus clouds.  She stuck the ball of snow between her hind legs and held it there.  Both the heat and the ice seemed to melt away together.  It was the perfect combination.  Sensation returned.  Goosebumps rose all up and down her body.  It felt good, but it didn’t achieve the near orgasmic bliss as the clouds of before.  She was still high up, so she looked around for something new.
	Her new target was impossible to miss.  It was to the north.  Cumulonimbus incus.  A thunderhead.  It had a perfect anvil shape. Flat on the bottom, above it a huge curved black shaft rising five miles into the sky and crowned by a flat top.  She flew straight to it.  She ran into it right in the middle of the rising shaft.  She was just a tiny blue speck in comparison.  She grabbed it with all for legs flat, and held on.  She loosed her grip just a bit, and slowly started to slid down the thing.  She had miles to slide.  Her love rubbed against the massive cloud.  It was bliss.  She was going to finish this time, there was no doubt about it.  She started to scream in pleasure..  An incredible sensation came over her, rising up from within.  She was filled with a powerful energy.  She felt it like she had never felt it before.  Tiny little sparks began to light off of the ruffled ends of her coat and feathers.  There was a blinding flash of light.

	Rarity and Twilight were having tea at Twilight’s library tree house.  They were discussing the book Twilight was reading today.  It happened to be a book on manners and etiquette.  It was a subject Rarity found very interesting, and they were having a delightful conversation.  There was a noise outside.  Neither knew what it could be.  It was sort of a drone.  As they listened, it grew both in volume and in pitch, the latter due to the Doppler effect.  It almost sounded like a sounded effect from some old war movie, when the plane has been hit and is going down.
	The noise grew louder and louder. Suddenly there was a terrific crash.  The whole house shook.  A giant fiery comet fell from the hole it had just made in the ceiling.  It smashed into the bookshelves, knocking them over.  Both the ponies screamed.
	When the smoke cleared, there was an enormous pile of books cluttering the floor.  A pony got up out of them.  Rarity and Twilight were shocked.  She, and it was easy to tell it was she, was standing on her hind legs, wobbling back and forth trying to get balance.  She was covered from ear to hoof in smudgy rainbow.  Except for the lower half of her body, which was pink and naked.  There wasn’t a single hair left on her crotch.  Around the bald patch was a charred ring of hair, still smoldering.
	The pony got down on all for hooves and wandered over them.  Somehow they knew it was Rainbow Dash.
	“Can I bum a smoke?” she asked Rarity.  Rarity fumbled with her saddlebags.  She knew Dash didn’t smoke, but that was the least of the oddities.  She gave Dash a cigarette and couldn’t find her lighter.
	“Nevermind,” Dash said.  She craned her neck down and lit it on the smouldering ring of hair.  She looked at Twilight and Rarity.  Both had their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.  Their jaws nearly on the floor.
	“You should see the other guy,” Dash said.
	She trotted out the door, a little wisp of smoke following her rear end.