[RQ] Adel of the Air

    A vast plain; rich with wild winds: perfect for someone with a fetish for powerful gales. For this scenario, a red, handsome stallion was already experimenting with this in what is called the dream world. Since he was in anthro form, he can feel more of the winds against his bare red body and in his long, thick black mane.  He smiles as the soft winds toy with his mane and tail.  "Hmm..." he hums softly, letting the wind blow around him.  He wished it was stronger...much stronger...
    As soon as he wishes it, the winds immediate rise to a violent gale.  He didn't move, but he was surprised to suddenly be met by these winds, but was also pleasured; feeling his mane and tail be pulled back as they whip around with such violence.  He leans forward, letting his mane streak back with his long tail as he thinks of the winds getting stronger.  They follow suit with his mind; blowing hard enough to almost make his mane appear as a black blur.
    He craved for more, so he made more.  Now, the winds were so strong, the end of his mane and tail were almost invisible, his smooth fur now being combed back into a red streak, and lastly, his lips and flanks were flapping from the force of the ungodly winds.  Adel of the Air, he thinks to himself happily.  As much as he wants to go feral, he likes this form better.  Now only if he was wearing a cape...no no, a big cloak; now that will make a lot of noise.