Flying Lessons

I wake up to sniffing sounds and slowly start to open my eyes. I jolt back a bit in my bed roll as see a horse’s face right in front of me. It stares me down with intelligent assessing eyes as I hear Nadya begin to laugh.

"Not much of an equestrian, are you?" She laughs.

I start to form a retort but notice that the horse is far from ordinary. It's sleek charcoal body has two tucked large wings at its side. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yup, this impatient one is named Trigger. When we must travel we do it in style here. Ready to learn to fly?" Nadya asks.

Nadya then walks me through the basics of riding, from placing a saddle to how to control the mount with my legs. Once she seemed satisfied, she said, "Now it's time to apply some theory, let’s see how well you ride Trigger."

Nadya walked through the basics, but nervousness grips me as I greet Trigger. After a long moment he drops his head. I then saddle him and take a few deep breaths while I mentally steal myself for the flight. Suddenly I feel pulled back as Trigger suddenly takes off. I scramble to hold on as we gain height and Nadya's laughter at my situation fades into the distance.

I manage to grab Triggers’ mane and hold on for dear life squeezing my legs into Triggers side. Slowly my breathing slows, and my grip becomes less frantic. I start to look around me and see that I am high up, at least several hundred feet above the ground. When I look down, I see how small a part of the island’s wilderness I've explored the past week. I see the ocean to the north and the beginnings of civilization a far distance to the south.

I start to control Triggers path in the sky. He responds readily to my directions, going down when I lean forward and up when I lean back. Leg pressure on either side allows me to make turns. The wind blows through my long hair, and this is so much better then commuting in a car back home. No wonder so many girls growing up liked horses, this rocks.

Eventually, I lean forward and guide Trigger back to our takeoff point. I work together with Trigger to land and dismount to a grinning Nadya.

"You looked great up there Sam!", Nadya said.

"Besides taking off, that was a blast. Do we do that every day?" I replied.

"No, but we do fly fairly often, there is a glamor we use to make them look like small aircraft from a distance. It doesn't work close up though." Nadya replied.

So what is next? I ask.

"I'm going to walk you through some Arial maneuvers." Nadya replies and leads me to a new clearing with hanging rope and a leather full body harness.

"We need you to practice moving in the air in case you ever are dismounted and to better understand how Tigger moves. Please put on the harness."

I slowly put on the harness noting how the bands are design to frame and not squish my boobs. My bra ends up getting in the way of the harness fit and I remove it hesitantly. The harness drives home how much my chest has changed since becoming a woman. Nadya using the rope to suspend me off the ground.

Without the support on my bra, each jostling of the rope shakes my breasts as Nadya raises me. The feeling distracts me as the rope anchored at my lower back stabilizes a couple of feet off the ground. After a moment passes, I realize I do not see Nadya anymore.

"Nadya?" I ask with concern.

Behind me, fingers start to trace their way up my calves, sending a shiver through my body.