FNF 3 - Orgasm Denial, Language Fetish & Freefall

Week 3, featuring Princess Orgasm Denial, an Anon who gets a hard on at difficult word and has this knowledge abused by Rarity, and Lightning Dust freefall sex.

[NSFW] as always.

Wrapped Around His Finger

>The Evening of the Second Day of the Crystal Empire Summit.
>You are Twilight Sparkle, Princess Celestia’s prized pupil, defeater of Nightmare Moon, rescuer of Princess Luna, and former foal sittee of Princess Cadence, ruler of the Crystal Empire.
>Considering the circles you run in, it would be a surprise if you and your friends weren’t invited to the first major event to occur in the Crystal Empire in over a thousand years.
>The endless halls of the crystalline castle seem to stretch on forever as you trot your way down towards Princess Luna’s quarters.
>Diplomats from all across Equestria were arriving to meet with the Alicorn Princesses, and the dark mare had been strangely absent.
>Princess Celestia had offered to find her sister, though she seemed unwell.
>Red in the face, clearly running a fever, not to mention the dilated pupils and the thousand yard stare she had been sporting for most of the trip.
>Like any good student, you had insisted that your teacher stay seated.
>You would find Princess Luna.
>It had taken some doing, but Princess Celestia was in no mood to argue and eventually the white mare sat back and closed her eyes, giving an uneven sigh and shudder as she nods.
>Considering the fact that you were now lost, perhaps you didn’t think this all the way through.
“What have you gotten yourself into now, Twilight?”
>You sigh in frustration, glancing about as you try to reorient yourself back towards the dining room.
>Just as you are beginning to get your bearings, a loud gasp catches your attention.
>“Ah-Anonymous!”
>Anonymous?
>Oh, the human creature that had arrived in Equestria while you were in Ponyville.
>You had never met the bipedal beast, even during your frequent visits to Canterlot, but Princess Celestia had mentioned him on a few occasions.



>The sound of heavy breathing guides you down the hall, to a half-cracked door.
>From within, you can hear the haggard sighs of the moon Princess.
>As you reach a hoof up to open the door, it slams violently, right on your snout!
“Wah!”
>Falling back on your haunches, you rub your hoof against your muzzle, muttering under your breath.
“Stupid… door…”
>“You all right?”
“Yeah, I’m…”
>You glance up.
>And up, and up, and up.
>He’s standing over you.
>No, towering, higher than even the Princesses.
>Despite your intentions to be profession, you can feel your jaw drop as you lay your eyes on the human for the first time.
“You’re… enormous.”
>He flashes the slightest of smiles and tilts his head to the side.
>“Sorry about that, are you all right?”
>He offers one of his hands to you, and it’s only then that you realize you’ve been staring.
>You jump to a standing position, trying to hold your head in such a way that your mane covers your quickly reddening face.
“I’m fine, just a little surprised is all.  Have you seen Princess Luna?”
>“W-We are here, Twilight Sparkle.”
>The dark mare trots out of the room, standing alongside the human, giving you an excellent opportunity to compare their heights.
>Even with her horn, she’s still quite a bit smaller than the biped, but the Princess is also slouching, looking just as worn, if not more so, than her sister.
>Taking a few steps forward, you walk around the dark mare, giving her a once over before shaking your head.
>Her mane, despite it’s rather ethereal state, is in disarray, her eyes fluttering open and closed in an unusual rhythm and then there’s the tired smile that she’s wearing.
“Princess, you don’t look well.  Is everything all right?”
>The Princess and her guest exchange a look.



>You notice that Anonymous extends one of his fingers and makes a small circle in the air.
>Luna’s eyes bulge for several seconds, before snapping her head back to you and putting on another fake smile.
>“EVERYTHING IS FINE!”
>
>It takes a few minutes for the Princess and the Human to bring you back around.
>Apparently the Royal Voice is not recommended for use in close quarters.
>You make a note to remember that as you paw at the back of your head, feeling the bulbous knot that has made itself quite at home.
>With a heavy sigh, you take a look around the hall.
>Your friends are enjoying themselves, at least, especially Pinkie Pie.
>A smile crosses your face as you watch the party pony attempt to liven things up.
>It was impossible for all six of you to be seated at the main table, but at least you were allowed to observe your friends from your higher perch.
>Cadence and your brother are off making the rounds around the tables, meeting and greeting their way back to their seats.
>Your eyes linger on Anonymous, watching curiously as his fingers dance along the edge of the table he’s seated at.
>A glint of green catches your eye as the light strikes one of his fingers just enough to reveal a thin silver band with a large green stone set into the middle of it.
>Before you can examine it further, your teacher crashes into your chair.
>The normally cool and collected Celestia gives you a nervous smile and shakes her head.
>“Twilight, ex-excuse me.  I seem to be having quite the night, wouldn’t you say?”
“Princess, I’m concerned about your well being…”
>“Don’t worry about that, my faithful student.  A-”
>A very clear shudder passes through the majestic mare as she rights herself.
>“Anonymous says I can manage, so I must be able to.”
>Your face contorts a little as you scowl out at the human.



“Anonymous?  What’s he got to do with this?”
>“Oh, didn’t I tell you?  I’ve decided to appoint Anonymous as Royal Retainer for both myself and my sister.”
“Wh-what!?”
>The banquet hall goes silent as it seems every set of eyes turns on you.
>Your face grows hot, and you whimper in embarrassment as you try to hide your snout under the tablecloth.
>Princess Celestia sighs and rubs her hoof against your back.
“Twilight, perhaps you should go spend some time with your friends.  You seem t-t-t-”
>Another shudder, followed by a very strained smile as the Princess hisses through her teeth.
>“Tennnnnssssse.”
>As much as you don’t like leaving without an answer as to why both Princesses are acting so strange, you remove yourself from the main table and go out to visit with the other Elements of Harmony.
>They don’t see anything as being wrong, just that the trip wore on the Princess Sisters more than they would be willing to admit.
>A sense of dread fills you as you glance around the room.
>It’s just like before, in Canterlot.
>You’re the only one that sees that something is wrong.
>And it has something to do with the human.
>Your eyes settle on the biped as he rocks back in his seat a little, sipping on his wine.
>As you take a step to confront him, a soft voice fills the room.
>“Ladies and Gentlecolts.”
>Princess Cadence glances around with a wide smile on her face, demanding the attention of every pony before she continues.
>“It is my distinct pleasure to welcome the Princesses Celestia and Luna from Canterlot.”
>A round of applause rolls through the room as the sisters stand and bow their heads to the crowd.



>“As many of you know, the Crystal Empire has been gone for quite some time.  Our friends and allies have fallen into history in the interim.  So, to assuage any fears that the ponies of the Crystal Empire might have, I am proud to announce that there is to be a mutually beneficial alliance between Canterlot and the Empire in regards to protection and trade.”
>Another string of applause.
>Cadence stands tall, wearing a dignified smile as she glances around the room, waiting for silence to reign again.
>“We have a long road ahead of us, but take heart in that we are not alone.  I hope that this is the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship between our two lands.”
>The love Princess takes a seat, allowing the party goers to applaud for as long as they like.
>As the clapping dies down, the strained visage of Celestia glances out over the ponies.
>“As a symbol of o-”
>The white mare’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open as she seems to choke on her tongue.
>The moment lasts for so long that some of the guests begin whispering amongst themselves.
>With a shake of her head, the Princess struggles to recollect herself.
>“As a symbol of our new alliance, Princess Luna and I are pleased to present Princess Cadence with a gift.”
>A grin splits the face of the pink pony as she leans forward, her eyes sparkling in anticipation.
>Feigning a smile, Princess Celestia’s horn goes alight, moving a small, velvet box from under the table until it settles to rest in front of the Empire’s Matriarch.
>“May the-the-these be a symbol of lasting peace between our nations.”
>Without bothering to hide her excitement, Cadence flips open the box and gasps.
>You can feel the collective neck of the audience strain as they try to be the first to see what the gift is.
>“Earrings!”
>How...
>Underwhelming.



>Cadence pulls the silver hooked jewelry from the box.
>From behind the set stones, a soft green light glows.
>“They’re just like yours!”
>A shudder of dread rolls through your body at Cadence’s declaration.
>Your eyes jump to the Sister Princesses, noting that they are wearing the exact same jewelry.
>Your eyes settle back on Anonymous, whose ringed finger is tapping out a slow and steady rhythm on the table.
>The Princesses quiver and fear knots itself in your stomach as you realize the truth.
>Anonymous has some power over them.
>And now…
“Princess Cadence, wait!”
>You jump to a standing position, again earning the ire of the entire banquet hall.
>Shining Armor gives a sheepish smile, but you can tell he’s rolling his eyes.
>Even though you were right about Chrysalis, he’ll never let you live it down that you went off the deep end to try and prove it.
>Tension begins to swell as you try to consider the best way to approach this.
>Thankfully, your old foal-sitter gives you an out.
>“Twilight?  You want to help me put these, on, right?”
>With a graceful smile, Princess Cadence cocks an eyebrow and you don’t hesitate to nod.
“That, that’s right!  Just like we used to!”
>A slight ripple of approval washes over the crowd at the cute scene, while you follow the pink pony out of the banquet hall.
>Inside you’re seething.
>How can they afford not to listen to you?
>You’re in the right!
>Stopping in the hall, you turn to the love Princess.
“Cadence, you can’t put those on.”
>Frowning a little, Cadence levitates the earrings in front of her and sighs.
>“Twilight, look at them, they’re gorgeous!  And it would be rude not to accept a gift from the Princesses.”
“Cadence, no!”
>Puffing out her cheeks a little, the young monarch scowls at the ground.
>And then, ever so slowly, her lips turn up.
>“Oh, I understand.”



>You sigh in relief.
“Thank goodness, I was worried…”
>A sudden jolt of pain goes through your body as you feel the hooks slide into place on your own ears.
>Cadence smiles.
>“If you wanted to try them on first, all you had to do was ask.  You know I share everything with you.”
“Cadence, n-”
>The words go dry in your throat as you feel a tickle in your nethers.
>Your mouth drops wider as the tickle slowly increases in tempo and force, growing into a pulse and then becoming a dull, ceaseless ache.
>You are snout first into the crystalline floor before you gather your wits, Cadence hovering over you with a concerned look on her face.
>Try as you might, you can’t seem to form words, and are constantly bombarded by an endless buzzing sound in your ears.
>The sensation of drool pooling at the corners of your mouth disgusts you, but you find it impossible to lift your head to escape it.
>Your sight goes white as a pleasurable sensation washes through your entire body.
>
>There’s no way to know how long you’re unconscious, but you are roused by three voices, two concerned, and one irritated.
>“I knew we shouldn’t have left these two alone.”
>“Anonymous, please, Twilight didn’t mean any harm.”
>Anonymous?
>What’s he got to do with any of this?
>“I must agree with my sister.  While her pupil is meddlesome by nature, she is also mostly harmless.”
>Mostly harmless?
>Who does she think she is?
>You distinctly remember kicking her tail as Nightmare Moon.
>Forget this.
>You struggle to get to your hooves, but your legs are still trembling and you can’t even bring yourself to open your eyes, much less move.
>“Fine, just get those earrings out.  Luna, come with me and we’ll take care of inducting the Princess.  Celestia… find some way to explain this.”
>“Of course, dear.”
>Dear?
>You lapse again into unconsciousness.
>
>“Twilight?”
>You shift uncomfortably, holding back the urge to groan as the voice of Celestia tries to rouse you.



>“Twilight.”
>More insistent this time.
>You do groan this time, allowing your eyes to open.
>The white mare of Canterlot gives you a warm smile and you have to fight against every fiber of your being to rush and embrace her.
“What, what happened?”
>“You lost consciousness.”
“But, the earrings…”
>Just to be sure, you bring your hooves to your ears, noting the conspicuous absence of the simple jewelry.
>Celestia shakes her head and smiles that ghostly smile.
>“Were for Princess Cadence, not for you.  What were you thinking?”
“I, I just… you and the Princess Luna… and Anonymous!”
>Before you can proceed any further, Princess Celestia holds up a hoof and sighs.
>“I understand that this is a lot for you to take in, Twilight, but believe me, there is nothing you need to worry about.  Anonymous is a peaceful creature, with a good head on his shoulders.”
“But, controlling and…”
>“My dearest pupil, shh…”
>You bite down on your lip and take a seat, letting the Princess speak.
>“While it may be difficult, please trust that everything is all right.  Anonymous is not someone you should fear.”
“But…”
>“Twilight, trust me.”
>You take a deep breath and snort it out through your nostrils, but give a slow nod, much to the Princess’ delight.
>“Wonderful.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must make sure that my sister and Anonymous have finished with Princess Cadence.”
>As she turns away, you can’t help but call after her.
“Can, can you at least tell me what that was?  What he did to me?”
>Glancing back at you, Celestia gives that secretive, knowing smile.
>“I’m sure you’ll find out for yourself sooner or later, my dear student, once you’re ready.”



>Great.
>More cryptic messages.
>Puffing a few strands of mane out of your face, you trot back to the banquet, wrestling with what to tell your friends.
>
>It’s been some time since your first encounter with Anonymous.
>In the end, you didn’t tell your friends anything, and they didn’t bother to ask.
>You’re grateful, in a way, since you don’t have to explain yourself.
>Princess Cadence, like the Sisters, seemed uncomfortably anxious for the rest of your stay, always giving half-hearted smiles and shooting fleeting glances at the human.
>She developed something of a stutter, but still held herself with the poise and grace she’d become known for.
>None of the Princesses have discussed what happened that night, and while your intellectual curiosity might get the better of you most of the time, there is a certain unease about finding the truth in this situation.
>Besides, you have enough to deal with.



>You give an experimental flap of your wings, giggling as you feel the new appendages react clumsily.
“I suppose I should really learn to use these…”
>“Twilight!”
>Spike rushes in, holding a bound scroll, from the Princess.
>You give him a quick nod, and pull it from his taloned grip.
>Unfurling the scroll, you begin to read it out loud.
“My dearest Twilight,”
“I would again like to congratulate you on your successful ascension.  As a teacher, there is no greater pride than watching your students go on to succeed.”
>You pause a moment to beam inwardly.
>Spike chuckles at your show of pride.
“But do not take this as a sign that your learning is complete.  There is a wide world out there to explore, and I have only given you the tools to experience it.  Now you must go out on your own to find your own path.”
“Warm regards always, Princess Celestia.”
>“That’s nice of her.”
>The baby dragon smiles, and you can’t help but do the same in return.
>As you do, the scroll shifts a little, revealing a post-script at the end of the letter.
“P.S. Anonymous has requested that I give you these, since I have deemed you ready.”
>A confused look crosses your face until you see Spike’s eyes bulge before he belches a stream of green flames.
>A small velvet box materializes within the flames, already open to reveal a pair of silver hooked earrings with a green stone set in the middle.
>Your nethers tighten uncomfortably as you bite your lip.
“Spike?”
>Rubbing the back of his claw against his mouth, the baby dragon raises an eyebrow in response.
>You take a deep breath and slide the earrings into place, feeling a sudden pleasant buzz tickle at you again.
>Almost like… fingers.
“I, I believe I need to take an emergency trip to Canterlot…”


Words are Hard

>Day Dictionary in Equestria.
>There are a lot of things that you could say about Ponyville.
>The weather sure is nice or, the folks sure are friendly.
>You could even make a case for the ponies of Ponyville having the sweetest sweets around.
>The only problem is, many of the ponies enjoy playing jokes.
>And they’ve found out your weakness.
>“Hey Anon!”
>You quirk an eyebrow, glancing out at the foals standing a good thirty feet away.
>One of them grins.
>“Abdicate.”
>Despite the fact that you set your lips into a thin line, the young ponies burst into a fit of giggles before dashing off behind a building.
>You glance down at your crotch and shake your head.
“Good morning, old friend.”
>Your boner bounces in acknowledgement.
>Turning back to your work, you continue shoveling dirt with your additional appendage doing everything it can to get in the way.
>Things weren’t always like this.
>Back on home you were totally normal, well as normal as anyone could be at least.
>But something happened when you arrived in Equestria.
>You hit your head rather hard and somehow a few wires got crossed.
>Now, whenever you hear big or complicated words, you wind up with an enormous erection.
>It hadn’t been a problem, at first, but once the little snots figured out what triggered the reaction, they harassed you at every opportunity.
>You could chase them down, sure, but what good would that do?
>They’re just kids.
>“Inconspicuous!”
>Gritting your teeth, you do your best not to snap the rather small shovel in your hand.
>Kids who won’t leave you alone.
>“Salmonella!”
>Closer now, there’s maybe half a dozen stalking you, giggling in delight.
>Your prolific pecker wobbles in excitement, as though it were enjoying this just as much as the foals.
>“CENTRIFUGE!”
>Someday, you’d like to look back on your life and think that you were a good man, that you respected your fellow creatures and left the world a better place.
>Today is not that day.
>Taking another shovelful of dirt, you hurl it over your shoulder, sending the foals crying back to their mothers with grit-ridden manes.
>You smirk and turn to observe your handiwork.
“Not bad, Anonymous.  Not bad at all.”
>As you gloat, another voice cuts through the sudden silence.
>“Gracious me, Anonymous. What do you think you’re doing to those poor foals?”
>You wince, gritting your teeth again and closing one of your eyes at the sharp reprimand of the most posh pony in town.
>Managing a sheepish glance over your shoulder, you put on the best smile you can manage.
“Good morning, Rarity.”
>The normally cool sugar white unicorn is wearing a severe scowl, shaking her head as she stalks up to you.
>“You should be ashamed of yourself, assaulting those innocent foals.”
>A subtle twitch from your groin has you gritting your teeth again, unable to answer before the pillowy pony fires again.
>“I had thought you might be of a more articulate sort when I met you, Anonymous, a gentlecolt able to control his baser emotions with poise and class.  It appears that I was mistaken.”
>Puffing out her cheeks, Rarity scowls up at you and shakes her head.
>“Honestly, what kind of brigand attacks children?”
>Again, another wobble from your friendly neighborhood clam cracker.
>Only, Rarity notices this time.
>How could she not, considering she’s practically bumping her snout against it.
>The posh pony gapes as she stares at the intruder into her personal space, shooting a glance up to you, then back to your penis.
>Words fail the both of you as silence reigns supreme.
>At last, Rarity gulps and nods her head.
>“Well, come along then.”
>You’re left watching her retreating form as you try to figure out what’s going on.
“Wait… what?”
>Rarity pauses then looks back at you, a tinge of red coloring her overly pale cheeks.
>“We simply must do something about your choice of clothing.  It’s far too lewd.”
>Lewd?
>Wobble-wobble.
>With your prominent paddle in tow, you quickly work your way across town to Rarity’s shop.
>You’d call it by its proper name but…
>Wobble-wobble.
>Damn it.
>Thankfully, Rarity doesn’t ask for much as she goes about her new measurements.
>She does her best not to let her eyes linger, and using the practiced experience of a clothing designer, you quickly feel yourself at ease with her.
>About halfway through the process, you can feel yourself going soft, and give a sigh of relief.
“Well, at least that’s over, right Rarity?”
>The marshmallow pony scowls up at you and shakes her head.
>“Not in the slightest, Anonymous.  I understand that there are fundamental differences between humans and ponies, but I simply cannot allow you to go around town, parading that obscene protrudence at all the young foals.”
>A sense of dread settles into your stomach as you continue to listen to Rarity rant.
>You never should have come here.
>By her very nature, Rarity has a plethora of powerful phrases to fire at you, each one obscure and pant-straining.
>Speaking of…
>Rarity’s voice goes quiet as she eyes the proud pecker that threatens to puncture its way to freedom.
>“A-Anonymous?”
>Biting her lip, the pony glances up at you.
>“You wouldn’t be, enjoying the fact that I’m berating you, would you?”
“No, no, that’s not it at all!”
>Sighing, your scratch at the side of your head and scowl in frustration.
“It’s just, something’s wrong with me.  Whenever I hear someone say a long or challenging word, my body just reacts this way.”
>Rarity purses her lips and frowns for a few moments, before broaching the subject again.
>“So, if I were to say… Quintessential?”
>If it were at all possible, you would swear your pants tented out all the more thanks to the subtle tone her lips caressed the word with.
>Heaving a heavy sigh, you nod and pull up a chair, giving your crotch a little room to breathe.
>Rarity is still eyeing the obscene bulge in your pants.
>For a moment, you can swear you see a little bit of her tongue flick out to wet her lips.
>“Have… you every tried to desensitize yourself to language?”
“No, I guess I never really thought about it.”
>You shrug, sighing as you lean your head back and stare up at the ceiling.
>It takes a moment for you to realize that your wrists are touching.
>And another before it dawns on you that you can’t pull them apart.
>Your eyes jerk back to alertness, catching sight of the soft glow of a grinning Rarity’s horn.
>Biting her lip again, the posh pony takes a few predatory steps forward.
>“Well, perhaps it is something we might consider trying.  For the foals, of course.”
“Rarity, I don’t think this is a good id-”
>Placing a hoof over your lips, she smiles.
>“Hush, dear, I can no longer be a bystander to this travesty.  Rhetoric will not ease this process.”
“Rarity, please…”
>You manage to mutter against her hoof, but the pony doesn’t respond.
>At least, not in the way you hoped.
>“Boutique.  Monotonousness.  Infinitesimal.  Vernacular.”
>Hissing through your teeth, you manage to shower spittle across her hoof.
>For once, she doesn’t care, her eyes locked on the steadily straining seams around your crotch.
>“Wretched.  Jubilant.  Grotesque.”
>The words slip out faster now, and you can swear that there’s a sight creak from your pants.
>Rarity’s eyes bulge as she again increases her pace.
>“Ecstasy.  Conscientious.  Boisterous!”
“Rari-teeeeeeeee.”
>You hiss as a loud ripping sound tears through the boutique.
>It’s cooler now, but you can plainly see the swollen tip of your erection as it passes well into ‘normal’ territory and approaching ‘enormous’.
>Rarity pauses for a moment, and you can hear her haggard breathing as she eyes the monstrous meat-stick.
“P-please, just let me go…”
>Removing her hoof from your mouth, Rarity glances between you and your painful protrusion before meeting your eyes again.
>She leans up and whispers in your ear,
>“Perpendicular.”
>in a breathy, not quite fully aware tone.
>As you struggle, the unicorn reclines onto her back, keeping her eyes on you as she begins to paw at herself.
>Small grunts and moans escape her lips, very unladylike, though she works to keep you immobilized with the occasional word.
>“Beneficiary.”
>She finally hisses as she climaxes against her hoof.
>You can feel your eyes uncross as the unicorn pony lays in a puddle of her own making, thoroughly dazed, the magic that locked your wrists in place vanishing after a moment.
>You grab what’s left of your pants and sneak back home.
>Today was an “always special order your clothes from Canterlot” kind of day.



Freefall

>Day On Top of the World in Equestria
>From up here, everything is flat, formless, and wonderfully uniform.
>Small colored patches of land stretch off into the horizon, giving a patchwork look to the ground below.
>The wind tousles your hair as you stare off into the distance, like an affectionate father.
>You take a deep breath, noting that at this height, your lungs are working twice as hard to get half as much oxygen.
>It’s cold…
>“Hey, you all right?”
>Her warm form squirms up under your arm, the rapid fluttering of her heartbeat sending heat throughout the entire length of her body.
“Yeah, I’m fine Dusty.”
>A hoof slugs you in the gut as the eye-popping electric green pony gives a quick, harsh laugh.
>“What did I tell you about calling me that, lover boy?”
>Despite the fact that your stomach is still stinging, you can’t help but smirk a little and take on a thoughtful appearance as you gaze out over the land.
“I believe it went something like ‘oh yes, oh yes, oh yes’.”
>Her hoof makes contact with you again, this time in the shoulder, though Lightning Dust is laughing now.
>You capitalize on the moment, rolling over on top of her with a growl sending the smaller pony into a squealing fit.
>The two of you wrestle on the ground for several minutes, squirming struggles giving way to playful pinning punctuated by the sound of lips smacking eagerly together.
>At last, Lightning Dust rolls herself so that she straddles your stomach, her shoulders heaving as she struggles for air.
>Her face is tinged with a warm red glow that stands out in stark contrast to her coat.
>You’re actually fairing worse, taking deep gasping breaths in an attempt to feed your oxygen deprived body.
“G-guess it’s the altitude.”
>You mutter at LD’s concerned frown.
>She shrugs and glances back into the wild blue yonder.
>“We could… go down, if you’d like.  I could give you a ride.”



“I’d…”
>The words catch in your throat, forcing you to take another gasping breath to feel normal again.
“I’d like that, very much.  To go down on you.”
>Whoops.
>You forget about breathing for the moment, trying very hard to find something interesting in the vast expanse of land below.
>Clouds billow by the outcropping of the cliff face where you’re seated, and you can practically feel Dusty squirming in discomfort as she looks between the ground and you.
>Finally, you laugh, scratching the side of your face and turn back to her.
“Sorry, guess it’s all this mountain air, makes it a little bit hard to think sometimes, you kno-”
>She’s staring at you.
>Pretty intently too.
>Her face is looking more like a ripening tomato with each passing second.
>“I, I know we’ve done ‘that’ before but, I want to ask you something.”
>Her face contorts a few times as she struggles to find the right words.
>“Anon, would you say that we’re… serious?”
>Pressing your lips together, you lean back on your elbows and stare up at the sky.
>You can feel Lightning’s eyes locked on you, wanting an immediate answer, but you really can’t just give it like that.
>Granted, Dusty was your best friend in this topsy-turvy world you’d landed in, without her you’d have starved in the space of a week.
>And in the time you’d spent together, more and more you had thought of her as more than just a friend, culminating over a month ago when the two of you found refuge in a cave for the night.
>But, how serious were you?
>If these latest rumors turned out to be true and did lead you to a way home, what then?
>Would you bump your fist against her hoof with a ‘catch you later’ and walk through, knowing you might never see her again?
>Would you offer to take her with you?
>Would she even want to go?
>Would you stay if she asked?



>Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you sigh and shake your head as the questions continue to mount.
>There’s no way for you to know one way or the other what you’ll do until you are confronted by the decision.
>Your flying companion doesn’t give you a chance to say any of that though, muttering as she turns her back to you.
>“I-it’s okay.  I understand.  I mean, why shouldn’t you leave me to?  I don’t like it, but-”
“Dusty?”
>You twist your head towards her and offer a small smile as she glances back.
“Shut up.  Right now, you’re the most important thing in the world to me, and there’s no one I’d rather be with.”
>She allows a smile to spread across her face as she turns herself around and plants a kiss on your lips.
>“That’s good enough, I guess.  But, I want to share something with you, something I’ve never shared with anyone.”
>Giving a noncommittal grunt, you reach behind the seated pegasus and begin to toy with her wings.
>Dusty gives you a dirty look, though her eyes do flutter closed as you begin working your fingers along the length of her wings and continues.
>“Pegasi have a certain ritual for serious partners.  I’ve never had a chance to do it, and after getting discharged from the Wonderbolt Academy, I didn’t think anyone would want to perform it with me.  So, I was wondering if maybe, you would be willing to, with me.”
>Letting out a gentle sigh, you release her wing before moving on to the next.
“I don’t need wings for this, do I?”
>LD gives a small groaning chuckle as you begin to work your fingers into her wing.
“It, it certainly helps, but no you don’t.”
“You’re not inspiring much confidence on my end, Dusty.”
>Puffing herself up, the pegasus removes her wing from your grip and puts a hoof down firmly on your chest.



>“What did I say about calling me that?  Just, a-answer me, are you up for it, or not?”
>After a moment, you nod and smile.
“Yeah, I guess so.  But only if you let me call you Dusty from now on and don’t throw a fit.”
>That blush of hers returns as she averts her eyes and grins.
>“If you can pull this off, you can call me whatever you want.”
>Sounds pretty intense.
>You hope that you won’t regret this…
>
“I’m really beginning to regret this!”
>“Just stop squirming!  I’ve got this totally under control.”
“”I’ll believe that when I stop SLIPPING!”
>You work your body closer to hers again, your arms and bare legs wrapped tight around the barrel of her body.
>Under normal circumstances, you’d pull away and throw your hands up, noping your way down the mountainside.
>The catch this time is that there’s no solid ground beneath your feet.
>LD has thirty feet out from the cliff face, hanging over thin air, chest to chest with her.
>Terrifying is an understatement, both the fact that you’re one sweaty hoof away from falling to your death, and that this tiny pony is more than capable of supporting your weight.
“Do, do we have to do this from such a high place?”
>“We gotta!  The ritual demands it!”
“This is stupid!”
>“Just shut up and trust me!”
>Just as you’re about to fire back, you meet those warm golden eyes of hers.
>There’s fear in there, maybe not quite as much as you feel, but the uncertain quiver makes it clear that she’s risking something here too.
>At last, you give a slow nod and close your eyes.
“O-okay.”
>To her credit, Dusty doesn’t give you any time to think about changing your mind.
>Her rapidly flapping wings pull in, pressing against your arms and the two of you begin to drop like stones.



>The rush of wind pulls at your face, sending your cheeks shuddering back as you grimace, hurtling towards the ground at liquefying speeds.
>Your stomach lurches at the thought.
>“Eyes on me!”
>Even now there’s an unshakable confidence in the mare’s voice.
>You look forward, noting the grim determination that slides across her face in a proud smile.
>She spares you a look and winks, before she turns back to the ground.
>As the inevitable approaches, you clutch yourself tighter to the freefalling daredevil.
>What a way to go, naked from the waist down, with your dick sandwiched between yourself and Lightning Dust’s body.
>You clench your eyes shut and wait.
>The rush of wings comes suddenly, and you feel yourself change directions.
>Your death clutch tightens even more, and the mare gives a happy sigh as you slide inside of her.
>She wobbles a little from one side to the next, and you can practically feel her smile as you give a yelp of protest.
>“C’mon, Anon!  We’re having fun, right?”
“You are having fun!  I am terrified!”
>You chance opening your eyes, only to be met by the sight of Dusty with her tongue between her teeth, wiggling her eyelids twice before ascending back into the sky.
>As she climbs, she works herself against you, pushing herself closer and closer to orgasm.
>Meanwhile, you’re stunned that you can maintain a boner in a life or death situation.
>You hear her breathing become gradually more and more ragged, taking some solace in the fact that she’s nearly done.
“Just about done?”
>“Mm…hmm.  It’s so wonderful, Anonymous, I can feel my wings starting to go lax.”
>There’s a happy lilt to her voice, especially considering what she just said.
“S-so shouldn’t we plan on setting down before your wings, you know, go limp?”
>Lightning presses her lips to yours and smiles as she bursts through a cloud bank.
>“But, Anon, that’s the point.  I have to recover before we crash into the ground…”



“WHA-”
>“Ahhhhhhh!”
>Somehow, her breathy sigh drowns out your squeal of terror.
>It might have something to do with the fact that Dusty’s once powerful wings have suddenly lost all their bluster, tucking gently into her sides again.
>Her nethers clutch tightly around you as the two of you enter freefall again.
>You scream, but no sound comes out as you are forced to swallow your terror.
>The ground rushes up to meet you, the jagged rocks below forming a broken smile, eager to gobble you whole.
>In desperation, you shake Lightning Dust with the force of your entire body, attempting to jump start her survival instinct.
>No good, she’s still got that goofy smile on her face, with the heavily glazed over eyes.
>And then it dawns on you.
>This is it.
>You’re dead.
>No trip home.
>No decision to go or stay.
>No more nothing.
>And again, you scream a futile scream, waiting for the end.
>
>Some time later, you’re redressed and walking away from the location of your aerial coupling.
>“Come on.”
>You continue walking with your hands shoved deeply into your pockets.
>Lightning Dust prances around you, seemingly rejuvenated by your near death experience, wearing a broad and happy smile.
>She glances up at you and nudges you with her flank.
>“Come on!”
“No.”
>Short, curt, to the point.
>If that doesn’t throw her off…
>Dusty flaps her wings and hovers in front of your face, grinning from ear to ear.
>“Come ooooooon~ admit it, you had fun!”
>You scowl deeper and put your head down, pushing past the flying mare.
>After a moment, she slugs you in the shoulder.
>“Who do you think you are, huh?”
“Me?  Who are you!?  You almost killed me!  I, I could have been a wet spot on the canyon floor!  I almost died!”
>“But you didn’t.”



>Pressing your lips into a thin line, you look up and meet the stern gaze of your partner.
>Ugh.
>Even after all that… really?
>Maybe you do have very real feelings for her after all.
>With a grunt of frustration, you throw your hands up in defeat and shake your head.
>Dusty couldn’t look happier.
>“See?  As much as you might try to fight it, we both know that you orgasmed harder than ever during that second freefall!”
>Well, at least you have that.
>A slow smile spreads across your face as you give a dark chuckle and walk by her.
>“W-wait, what’s that about?”
>The flutter of wings allows LD to catch up to you quickly.
>“Anon?”
>You don’t answer, but smile wider.
>She flies to the other side of your head.
>“An...non?”
>Wider still your smile spreads, but this time you turn to meet her eyes.
>“What… what’s so funny?”
>There’s confusion in her voice.
>And something resembling fear.
>Somewhere, deep in her heart, she knows what you’re going to say.
>That doesn’t make it any less satisfying when you lean in and whisper,
“That wasn’t cum.”
>Dusty drops like a rock, landing on her hooves with a resounding thud as you pass her by.
>You don’t bother to look back, but you can imagine the widening look of disgust on her face.
>Holding back a laugh, you call over your shoulder.
“Come on, if we hurry, we might make it to the next location by nightfall.  Pick up the pace, Piss Bucket!”
>You chuckle a little at the new nickname.
>Hey, she did say you could call her anything.
>There’s a gentle rush of feathers in the wind and you take that as your cue to bolt, cackling all the way.
>You spend the rest of the day sprinting away and fending off occasional attacks from a very irate Dusty.
>But no matter what you find in the next town, be it a way home or not, today is a good day to be alive.