Sometimes You Don't Have To Choose

Dust and Clouds

I flew up to Clydesdale in record speed, I had already been a little late from my quickie with Apple Jack, so I didn't have time for a leisure fly.

I made it to the flight track just as the group had began their warmup. I loved watching them warmup as I did. Sneaking peaks at their big phat asses and giant horse cocks in these tight spandex suits.

"Are you ready to fly?" Spitfire announced as everyone murmured their agreements. 

I was up first with Thunderlane behind me. I made sure to arch my big pony dumpy back extra far just for him.

After all, he was the most ripped and had the biggest member in our clan.

I flapped my wings and took to the skys. Gravity doesn't have any say on me, fuck you Einstein.

I raced through the sky, laughing whilst I looked behind me. They were so far away and it was obvious I was the best. All of a sudden, I flew into a cloud.

I gasped and coughed as the cloud entered me unconsentually.

I fought its tiny fluffy water penis out of my mouth as I emerged out the otherside. I was just vored by a cloud, gross.

I did a shoulder check to see if I was still ahead and my heart dropped.

Dust filled the sky in all the colors of my friends. The color drained from my face. THEY WERE DISSAPEARING! 

Then it hit me, is Apple Jack okay?!