Wings and Hooves

It was deep in the night, barely a whisper in the air. The only sound disturbing the silence was the slow flapping of a pegasus hiding behind some clouds.

Everything and everypony was asleep in Ponyville, not noticing the pegasus sneaking closer and closer on nearly silent wings. It was a mare, her coat a light yellow and her two-toned, turquoise mane styled wildly.

Misty looked around for a few moments before she left her cover and darted towards the small, sleeping town, heading for a certain two leveled house. With another quick glance at her surroundings, she neared the building and hovered in front of a window on the second floor.

She seemed nervous and hesitant, but raised a hoof and knocked on the window after a few brief moments. It took a moment before the lights flicked on and a grey earth pony appeared at the window, seemingly surprised to see the yellow mare at her window.

The mare opened the window, causing her black mane to flutter in the intruding wind. She smiled and motioned for the pegasus to come in. Misty flew inside and unfolded her wings once the earth pony had closed the window, turning her into a soft embrace.

“I missed you, Octavia. As soon as I read your letter, I left the Headquarters to be with you as soon as possible,” Misty whispered, stroking the back of the grey mare softly.

“And I missed you too. Thank you kindly, I just need somepony to be there for me, and I’m more than glad that it’s you, Misty,” Octavia replied in a muffled tone, her muzzle buried deeply into the Wonderbolt’s coat.

Misty took in the smell of Octavia’s mane, a soft lavender that always made her relaxed. With a sigh, she gently kissed the grey neck in front of her, causing Octavia to hum softly.

“We have to be quiet, Vinyl is at home tonight,” the grey mare whispered as she blushed.

“How about we just enjoy laying next to each other? You know how much I love to hear your heartbeat,” Misty whispered back, a blush crossing her features as well.

With a smooth wink, the grey mare walked towards her bed and laid down on her side, leaving enough space for the pegasus to crawl up to her. Misty didn’t need a second invite and quickly approached the bed, laying down next to the mare. Once she was comfortable, Misty unfolded her wings and covered Octavia with them, protecting and caring for her.

The pegasus laid her head on the grey chest and snuggled in, relaxing as she heard the soft beat of the heart that told her so much more. It was the beat of the life of the grey mare she loved so much.

Octavia, in the meanwhile admired the yellow wings of her lover, inspecting every single feather. They seemed to be out of shape and disorganized, and Octavia didn’t know why.

“Misty? Your wings seem to have… lost their pattern. May I ask what happened?” Octavia asked as she softly nuzzled the feathery wall in front of her.

“Don’t worry, Octavia. They just need some proper preening. Sometimes our feathers twist and get stuck into each other or just get damaged. Preening fixes the wings, brings the feathers into perfect pattern again, and also helps us to feel better and keep our flying at a high skill,” the Wonderbolt replied before she softly kissed the grey mare.

“I never heard about that before,” Octavia whispered and Misty laughed softly.

“That’s because there’s not a lot of ponies who aren’t pegasi who know about it. Preening is the most intimate act for a pegasus and shows how much she or he loves and trusts another pony,” her laugh turned into soft snickering while she lifted one wing to look at her lover, “I always wondered how it would be if you preened me.”

Octavia looked up, “Do you think it would feel different? I mean, I think you do it by yourself quite often, right? Besides, I never did it before… and I don’t want to hurt you,” the last sentence was a nearly inaudible whisper.

“I could show it to you on some feathers, Octavia. Besides that, I love and trust you, not to mention I would feel honored getting preened by you, my beautiful mare,” Misty winked and gave the grey mare a quick peck.

“I-I don’t know, Misty,” the grey mare stuttered and blushed furiously, “I practically don’t know anything about wings.”

The yellow mare smiled and stood up while Octavia pouted in disappointment. However, the next thing the pegasus did surprised her; Misty laid down in the middle of the room and unfolded her wings completely, resting them on the ground.

Octavia hesitated and the pegasus winked, “Don’t be shy, Octavia. I’m giving you the opportunity to examine them. They are all yours.”

The expression of the earth pony turned to excitement as she crawled out of her bed and laid next to Misty, admiring the feathery ocean laying in front of her.

“Your wings are simply beautiful, Misty,” Octavia whispered as she leaned in, taking a closer look.

The grey mare looked at the soft feathers and the base of the wings. She couldn’t hold back her excitement as she touched the base of the wings, noticing the firm muscles that had been built after countless Wonderbolt performances and trainings. Misty shivered and hummed slightly at the touch.

Octavia smiled at the sound and gently kissed the muscles, the pegasus humming shakily as she breathed out loud.

Misty turned her right wing so it was in front of her, making sure that she was still giving Octavia a good look as she rustled at some feathers with her muzzle. The grey mare followed every motion and noticed that they were in perfect pattern again after Misty was done with them.

“You see what I’ve done? The feathers at the base are fine now, so try to get the others into the same pattern. Use your muzzle, but watch out, the feathers are quite sensitive-aaah!” Misty suddenly moaned as Octavia nibbled on some feathers to put them back into their pattern.

“Everything alright?” the grey mare asked, concerned as she stopped.

“Yes… It feels even better than I dreamt of!” Misty managed to breath out.

“You dreamed about me preening your wings?” the grey mare asked with surprise. The Wonderbolt only nodded, blushing furiously.

With a smile, Octavia continued and leaned down, softly nuzzling into the feathers. She worked at the wing for a while, Misty breathing louder and louder with every second passing by.

“If y-you are near the muscles… t-try using your t-tongue more, please,” Misty whispered, nearly reaching a pleading tone.

Octavia didn’t really know how to react to this. The whole situation was new, but she wanted to give Misty the best time of her life. With that in her mind, the grey mare stuck her tongue out, licking softly over the feathers near the wing muscle. This time, Misty moaned out loudly.

The grey mare jumped up and quickly perked her ears, but it seemed Vinyl hadn’t heard anything, “That was too loud, Misty,” She whispered admonishingly as the pegasus smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, but this just feels great. Should we stop?”

Octavia’s mind wanted to scream yes, but to her surprise, she answered a simple “no” and continued, licking and nibbling softly around the feathers again.

Misty bit her lower lip, trying to restrain the moans, but not completely successful in her endeavor. Small moans escaped her lips as Octavia proceeded and neared the wingtip. Once she reached it, Misty’s wing twitched, accompanied by moans of pleasure.

After a few moments, the right wing was done and Octavia wanted to switch to the left one, but Misty folded it to her side and smirked, “Not so fast, it’s my turn now!”

The grey mare looked confused, but Misty only snickered and nudged her, causing her to fall to the side. Octavia struggled with her hooves while Misty rose and crawled over her, the Wonderbolt softly nuzzling against her hooves.

“W-what are you doing, Misty?” Octavia managed to ask before the pace of her breathing increased.

“Well, the wings of pegasi are sensitive to affection. So are the hooves of earth ponies,” Misty replied with a wink while Octavia blushed.

The Wonderbolt softly kissed the grey hooves up and down, moving slower the closer she got to the tip, trying to give her lover the best treatment possible. Octavia shuddered and moaned softly as Misty used her wings to softly brush over the sole of each hoof, following each stroke with a soft lick.

“Ohh, Misty,” the grey mare moaned, her legs twitching slightly.

With a small grin, Misty sucked softly on one forehoof, gently tracing her tongue over it while Octavia’s moans increased in volume. Her hooves jerked around and the yellow mare was forced to hold them still with her wings, continuing to eagerly work on the soft, sensitive hooves of the earth pony.

The yellow mare took care of each hoof individually, gently pleasuring her lover and receiving loud moans in return while the twitching and tingling in her marehood grew worse every second passing by.

“I… I can’t resist any longer, Octavia… I’m close,” Misty breathed out after giving her lover’s hoof a few more licks.

“I feel the same,” came the reply from the grey mare with a sheepish smile.

She knew what Misty wanted to do, and she looked forward it. The Wonderbolt stopped the pleasuring of her hooves and softly laid on her, sweet kisses trailing over the earth pony while her left wing, still unpreened, turned to her soaking wet marehood.

With a gasp, Octavia felt the feathery assault at her inner thighs, soft feathers brushing over her pearl and her labia. Misty smirked and pushed against her nub of flesh and she moaned loudly, feeling the wingtip brushing slowly between her lips.

“That’s...unfair,” Octavia gasped and reached with a hoof between Misty’s rear legs, trying to give her lover more pleasure and make her cum faster.

Misty shivered slightly as she felt the hoof touching at her inner thighs, immediately pushing more firmly with her wings against Octavia’s snatch, rubbing along it slowly. The grey mare bucked her legs, groaning in response as she increased her pressure on the soft marehood under her hoof in return.

“You wanted it like that,” Misty breathed out with a moan, biting down softly on Octavia’s neck as she began rubbing faster at her marehood.

The grey mare was close, she could feel it, and Misty only helped with her increased pace. That her wings brushed her pearl with every motion was another part that pushed her faster to her edge. Misty trailed her bites softer up and down, nibbling at her lover’s ears while her wing took up its pace again, the mare under it shivering and squirming in delight.

“M...Misty, I’m…aaaaaah!” Octavia started, but wasn’t able to continue as she was overcome with a long, loud moan that effectively broke her speech as she came, a copious amount of her juices splattering out of her marehood and covering Misty’s wing.

The Wonderbolt continued her rubbing for a bit, drawing out her lover’s orgasm for several moments before slowing down. With a smile, she gave her mare a kiss, receiving a happy sigh in return. Lifting her wing, Misty found it dripping with fluids.

“Oh my… look what you did, Octavia,” she laughed, showing her wing to the surprised earth pony before her expression turned to a evil grin.

“Mhh, let me take care of that,” Octavia replied in a sultry murmur. With that, she quickly turned over, licking over the messed up wing softly.

Misty shivered and unfolded it completely, letting the grey mare take care of everything. As she felt one hoof on her marehood again, she smiled. Her lover hadn't wasted any time, immediately continuing where she stopped moments ago, her hoof slowly parting Misty’s labia and pleasuring the Wonderbolt.

Octavia cleaned every single feather and brought it back into its pattern while pleasuring the pegasus quickly. She tasted her own fluids as she cleaned the feathers, licking gently between them. In the meantime, Misty’s breath got progressively heavier, revealing that she was close.

The mare’s wings were completely preened now, and Octavia leaned in, softly nibbling on her ear before whispering, “Sweet revenge…”

Octavia drew back, the dripping marehood of her lover in sight. She continued to rub and push between Misty’s labia and suddenly bit softly at the soft nub of flesh, causing Misty to cry out as she came. Fluids covered Octavia’s face, and she licked them up eagerly while the Wonderbolt tried to catch her breath.

“We should… definitely repeat that sometime,” Misty said, barely able to form a full sentence.

Both mares fell limp, enjoying each other’s warmth. Neither of them noticed the sound in front of the door, but they would for sure see the sticky fluids on the floor the next day while a happy, exhausted unicorn overslept.