[RQ] Silver Wind

  On one windy day, there was a tall, sleek dragoness meditating on a nearby cliff as a blustery wind toys with her massive, emerald green and diamond blue cape and wardress, and her long, silky sky-blue mane. Normally, the winds are gentle here, but whenever the dragoness Skyla is around, she makes the wind a little stronger; strong enough for her green and purple wardress to flutter wildly between her strong and smooth legs. Today, however was exciting for her, a powerful windstorm was coming, and she felt it: the power of it coming from the distance, like the start of a tsunami wave, first the winds die down, letting her cape settle on her curved rump and stocky flanks.

  "A nice storm..." Skyla thought to herself aloud, smiling and rumbling to herself, "Perfect idea for relaxing." She kept sensing it as she got up, facing her back to it with a smirk. "Come at me, gusts." she teased herself as the wind started to pick up. At first her cape fluttered slowly as she places her forepaws in front of her to prevent the front of her wardress from coming up, then the wind got stronger and stronger, from a gentle breeze to a blustering wind like earlier. Skyla giggles as the sides of her cape flap around her elegant body, almost consuming her body, even though she's wearing a silk-like tube top that matches her mane.

  "Come on, now~" she teases, feeling the wind blow harder, and in turn making her cape flap harder. Soon, she found herself swallowed by her cape, which was flapping so hard, it was in a blur. At the same time, she was laughing as the silky material flaps against her legs and hips, tickling them. "That's it: keep it coming!" she shouted to the wind in joy, before whipping around to feel the power of the storm itself. Bending her knees and leaning forward, she smiles as the winds pummel her strong body, hardly giving way to the gales while her cape billows even harder, now that she was facing it.

    "Come and embrace me, my natural friend! I embrace your lovely power!" she cheered into the violent gales, feeling its raw power as her mane and clothes were blown up into the heavens above. Her long wardress was snapping and whipping so hard, it's now blowing in between her legs to a point where a normal wardress would have been reduced to a mere loincloth. She knew the secret to such a lightweight fabric: polycarbonate spidersilk nanotubing. Almost weightless, but so strong, it's practically bulletproof, even against the largest caliber of bullets. Evidently, her tube top was also flying around her body, revealing a smooth, metallic backside behind her. Still, it would be nice for once for someone to enjoy these winds with her, cuddling her belly as the cape billows either around or behind them, all while the person strokes her smooth neck, back and even her tail and rump.