3/13

At first there was a wave of panic. Understandable panic, mind you, given that I was totally trapped inside of a cloud. The panic made it all but impossible to get ahold of my magic, and so I couldn’t do anything to change my position, the cloud as solid as a fluffy, fluffy rock, and I was left to hang. Eventually, the panic subsided and I was left mostly feeling pretty damn stupid. With Celestia waiting on me, I would need to wait for the weather team to come get me, wondering where the stupid noble had gotten off to.

And I waited. And waited. Funny enough, when your head is entirely encased in a cloud there’s essentially zero way to tell what time it is, so I can’t tell you if it was an hour or ten. Panic and humiliation both endured, now I just had to sit there and be bored. A few cursory attempts at harnessing my magic proved relatively worthlessly, since as soon as the cloud started to shift around me, I couldn’t keep focus and it slipped back into solidity again.

“Well well well,” said a voice that was both torturous and heavenly. Stormfront, both here to mock me at my most vulnerable as well as hopefully save me from my fluffy hell. “I was wondering where you had gotten to.”

There was a gentle nudge as she landed on the cloud, and softer creaks as she took a few steps around my rear end. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, gently tapping my rump a couple of times before rather pointedly leaving her hoof on at the last moment. “A lot of newbies run into this kind of trouble. A few weeks in the service and we can avoid having anything let this happen again.”

“I’ll bust you out in just a moment,” she assured me, circling around to like my rear straight-on. “But first, I have to know what the Prince Consort himself is packing.” There was a sudden shock of sensation as the soft underside of her hoof rolled down the length of my shaft, and I flared my legs instinctively, only for her other legs to hop up onto them and push them down with some expertly controlled flight.

“Hold on there, cowpony!” She said with a delighted trill to her voice. “Ain’t gonna hurtcha, just taking a quick…”

“Ahem.” Another, deeper, raspier voice rolled in, and Stormfront let out a yelp of surprise. There was a ripple of kinetic motion and I found msyelf spiralling as the cloud broke up around me, only to be quickly caught by Angel Wings.

“Cripes, why are you so proective of him?” Stormfront whined. “He’s not even yours, and stallions are allowed to flirt around a little, have little fun!”

“True,” Angel Wings said, making sure I was hovering properly, dazed as I was, and letting me go free. “However, he’s trying to focus here, and you really shouldn’t be so aggressive. Make sure he’s enjoying it before hopping on his dick so hard.”

Stormfront grumbled, but knew better than to try and challenge someone so high ranking. And threatening.