After discovering a little pooltoyification potion and convincing Featherweight to give it a taste, well, one thing led to another and eventually I managed to get that huge air-filled hunk of a stallion into my bed for a bit of cuddling, some rubbing, and plenty of squeaking with a bit of puffing. A couple back rubs here, some preening (well, just wing-rubs for him, anyways) there, you know, nice, easy stuff. What I wasn’t prepared for was the deep, deep, chest-swelling breath he decided to take while he held me against his belly, right before pressing his squeaky muzzle up against my rump…
 
Needless to say, folding my wings back up is rather beyond me at this point in time… >////>