Proper Pony Preening

by Methionine

Rating: mature
Tags: Human
Length: 4207

For Twilight, a simple preening session with Femanon involves proper care of more than just the wings.

In anticipation of a night out, Twilight calls upon one of her friends–Femanon–to assist in preening her wings. Should this particular friend happen to be a little closer than the others and the preening session turn to something a little more intimate, neither of them would argue against it.

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Shameless clopfic, no plot, etc.. Written for ColdBloodedTwilight, this should eventually feature femdom.

You may notice something different about this. For instance, the fact that it's female on female. Don't expect it to become a regular thing.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-28 01:00:04 UTC

Wingcare

“I really appreciate you giving me a hand with this, they can be so difficult to manage!”

Twilight gave a little bump against Femanon’s hips as they walked through the streets of Ponyville. The taste of strawberries still tingled on her tongue from the milkshake but there was also the slightest hint of vanilla from when she’d been kissed not too long ago. It made the mare smile to think of it and drew her eyes to the woman walking by her side.

“Oh you know I’ll just take any chance I can to get into your wings.” Femanon punctuated her remark by gently stroking a hand through Twilight’s mane, down over her back and against the wrist of one of her delicate wings.

With a crack through the air they snapped out, leaving Twilight to blush furiously and look about for any observers. Thankfully, being so close to the library meant this part of the town was relatively quiet. The woman at her side grinned wickedly and waggled her eyebrows comically.

“You should know that none are safe from- Huh?”

Twilight spun about suddenly, rearing up and pinning Femanon against the wall of building they were passing. There was a gentle thump as her shoulders came flush with the stone and her arms remained motionless while Twilight pushed down against her shoulders.

“I think you’ll find it’s you who is at my mercy!” Eyes narrowing, lips curling back in a grin, Twilight lit her horn with magical energies.

“Whoah, hey, Twilight, easy up! L-Let’s not do anything we might regret!”

Despite the evident fear in those words and her voice, Twilight still marked a pair of hands settling on her hips and a shine in the woman’s eyes. The thrum of magic from her horn intensified, lighting the area around them before, in an instant, exploding into a flash of light while the two disappeared.

The next thing either was aware of was the lack of noise, followed by the area around them being slightly darker and, for Femanon, something soft under her. There was still Twilight, standing over her with hooves to her shoulders but where she had been looking at sky behind the alicorn there was now a wooden ceiling.

“You were saying?”

Twilight’s voice was honey sweet and accompanied by a flick of her tail against Femanon’s thigh.

“I was saying something about regretting what we’re doing.” The mare shivered upon feeling those hands stroke along her flanks. “Can’t say I regret this.”

“Haha! Okay!” Twilight wriggled free of the woman’s grasp, taking a few deep breaths in the process. “I think we should really be focusing on what we’re here to do.”

A gentle susurration rang out from the duvet beneath Twilight as Femanon shifted herself up into a seated position. In spite of what she had said of human females, the woman still stood tall over Twilight and those long legs and slender figure were often the cause of stallions looking after her, though few among them had ever had their attentions returned.

Her hair had that tousled look of somepony--or someone in this case--who had just been out flying, thick tresses that came down about her shoulders but never looked out of place. Those soft green eyes and the gentle, easy smile she so often wore; it reminded Twilight of Pinkie in a way, especially given the woman’s natural inclination for light-hearted fun.

“You sure that’s what you wanna do?”

Blinking once, Twilight came to and realised that she’d been staring at Femanon. Legs drawn up under her, she sat with a hand resting on Twilight’s wither, smiling softly.

“With the way you’re looking at me it’s hard to tell.”

“Maybe,” Twilight cooed, “but first you’ll have to take care of these.” She slowly fanned her wings out behind herself, watching with delight as the woman’s eyes widened.

Fully expecting a request to turn about, Twilight sat grinning while Femanon looked over her wingspan. She’d only asked for help in preening once before and the memories of it had stayed with her since. Those fingers tracing through the feathers, gently plucking the itchy loose ones and setting the others back into their positions. The tingling pleasure that had accompanied every inch her fingers touched upon…

“Oh, gladly.” And just like that, Femanon was shuffling towards her, encircling her chest and sides with her arms until her hands came to rest on the wrists of Twilight’s wings.

The mare let out a gasp, unsuspecting of just what was in store for her; wings shivering in delight at the touch, her back arched slightly into the woman’s embrace. Maybe… Maybe she was focusing a little too much. Maybe it wouldn’t do any harm to just loosen up a bit like Femanon and-

“But first.” Almost as quickly as it began, the embrace ended and Twilight was left sitting there with stiff wings and a growing coldness where the woman had been pressed to her. “Turn around.”

It was said low and quiet and made a shiver run through Twilight; it was a tone that brooked no disagreement and so she did as ordered without hesitation, feeling her tail start to flick upwards as she did so. Every time they started getting frisky it would do that, despite her best efforts to rein it under her control.

The duvet under her hooves felt especially soft today and when Twilight had turned herself about fully, she lay back down, looking over her shoulder with a mock pout. The charcoal jacket and black shoes Femanon had been wearing were now set to one side and she had begun advancing, coming up behind the mare. Twilight allowed herself a shuddering breath at the sensation of a pair of knees straddling her hips as well as a gentle weight settle on her hind quarters.

Without another word, Femanon placed her hands just above Twilight’s rump and started to move them upwards. Slowly, over the inches of velvet soft purple hair that made up her coat, the mare shivered slightly as pressure from the woman’s fingers waxed between intense and gentle but always found the right spot to apply the right touch.

up over her back they rose, between the wrists of her wings but paused there briefly to rub at the sensitive joints. Twilight could only bury her head into the duvet, letting out a soft moan while her tail flicked upwards and to one side. Even another pegasus pony could never be gentle enough as to do something like that!

“I th-thought you were going to get the feathers out, “Twilight muttered, letting her hooves hang off the edge of the bed.

“Mmhm, “ came the reply, “but you need help relaxing.”

The fingers moved on, coming up around Twilight’s shoulders and gently dug in, rubbing at the tired muscles. A low, throaty moan left the mare at the feeling of the day’s stress melting away and her body undulated gently under the woman. Every time she moved her arms, one would brush against a wing and send a sharp pang of pleasure up through Twilight’s spine; it would have been maddening if Femanon’s hands hadn’t left her like goo.

“Y-You’re not helping me rel-Ah!”

In one, long smooth motion, Femanon swung her hands around to Twilight’s legs and held them for the briefest of moments before sliding forward until her chest came flush against Twilight’s neck and a few locks of her hair brushed against the mare’s head.

“I know,” Femanon whispered, sending shivers of delight through the mare, “but you will be once we’re done.”

Lying there, struggling to bring her breathing under control, Twilight was caught suddenly by the feeling of a soft set of lips kissing along her mane. But more than that was something else, equally soft, moist and warm pressing down on her back; what it was, was evident from the way Femanon’s legs slid apart on the bed and her skirt hiked up as her body lowered down onto Twilight.

The line of kisses spread downwards, pausing once as the woman gently pushed her mane to one side and then continued along her neck. Each time the kisses would become slower, her lips lingering longer against her coat and the hands that were on her legs moved back up, onto her chest. It was almost maddening how with just a few such touches, Femanon could leave her a panting, moaning wreck.

Ever since she first showed up, she’d been a constant in Twilight’s life. First as a friend, someone to while away the free moments talking on subjects that made her uncomfortable around the rest of the girls. Someone to sit with and drink tea with, to laugh with at the end of a long day. Someone to be held by and whisper to, someone to kiss and cuddle with next the fire or ‘neath the stars in Applejack’s orchard.

That was how it all started - a chance stroke of her hand along Twilight’s back, making her wings flare out in surprise and something else she hadn’t been willing to immediately admit to at the time. They got talking about sensitive spots on ponies, Twilight becoming increasingly nervous until she realised Femanon had started stroking between the wrists of her wings and it all just… Melted Away.

The memory, as much as the kisses slowing down gave Twilight back some semblance of control. Her tail still flicked about--slapping against a stockinged leg once or twice--but at least she stopped herself from rocking her body back against thin air. On the other hand, Femanon was sitting on her rump again and had started to gently, almost rhythmically shift her weight from side to side.

“Now we can start,” she practically purred down to Twilight.

The mare could feel it - the heat between Femanon’s legs, the certain dampness pressing down against her bare coat. Surely it had to match her own arousal; already she could feel the tiniest trickle from between her haunches and a pleasant, almost-tingling whenever Femanon’s fingers slid between the wrists of her wings.

There they moved back and forth only momentarily before slowly extending out along each wing. If they were not already snapped out to their apex then surely they would have now; Twilight could only bury her face back into the duvet and hope that it absorbed the rising moan in her throat. She twisted her head this way and that upon feeling those delicate fingers spread out and sift down through her feathers.

It was like… Actually, it was unlike anything she had felt before that first time! Where a pegasus was gentle, yes and lips and teeth made for a great and pleasant means of extracting feathers they could never match the dexterity or precision of fingers. They could never hope to move through her feathers so effortlessly, already pulling loose some of the old ones.

Femanon hummed softly and Twilight shifted her hind legs from under herself, splaying them out behind her body; they rested against Femanon’s knees and twice they squeezed at her legs.

But this was only the beginning, the first exploration to find the points that needed attention. Twilight could have simply told her and had, indeed, the first time but Femanon was quick to admonish that she wished to reserve the enjoyment of exploring those appendages. How could the mare possibly argue against what was practically a wing massage? Pegasi paid great sums just for the pleasure of species like gryphons or minotaurs to use their claws and hands to perform them.

“L-Left wing first.” Twilight lifted herself from the duvet just long enough to issue the instruction and see Femanon lean across her body to take the wing in both hands, grinning all the while.

It always had to be the left, the one that had more loose feathers and demanded more attention. But Femanon started nibbling at the wrist, quick little nips that were followed just as quickly by reassuring kisses and licks of her tongue. Each time, the mare’s body would spasm and the duvet under her haunches grow that much more wet.

Femanon’s fingers danced through Twilight’s feathers, gently taking the loose ones and setting them apart while she delicately kissed at several points. Twilight was sure she felt it all but even if not, those feathers being shed was a boon in itself.

It was only when the woman stopped that Twilight gathered enough of her concentration to realise her legs were clamping tightly on her hips. That the warmth and slight moistness had intensified to a point that made her shiver just to consider what it was.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of these.” Femanon traced her finger along the outline of the arm of Twilight’s wing, making the mare buck her hips down against the bed. “Or what they can do.”

twilight’s mind swam in a haze of pleasure as she felt Femanon’s hands sift through her wings further; each loose feather plucked free brought with it a new jolt of tingling pleasure and set her hooves to gripping the edge of the bed, hoping to brace herself against something and push back against the woman atop her.

No matter how she strained herself, though, the warmth she so desired to feel against her own remained maddeningly out of reach. Tail flicking wildly about behind herself, Twilight felt her body heave again as the last of the loose feathers in her left wing were set apart and Femanon set her hands to settling the rest, ensuring they were lined up correctly.

From the coverts to the primaries, the woman’s hands worked in long, slow strokes. Each time more of the feathers aligned and Twilight felt herself that bit closer to the comfort she needed, though not the release she craved.

“One second, Twi.”

And like that, those wonderful feelings ended. Twilight was left to let her stomach flop back onto the duvet amidst a heavy sigh.  Femanon hopped off the mare’s back, drawing her attention to watch first with idle curiosity and then with growing fervour as her hands slipped up under her skirt.

“These are getting a little distracting.”

Twilight watched, in rapt attention, as Femanon hooked her thumbs into the band of her underwear and pulled downwards. White, cotton most likely but overall simple and unremarkable; it was a strange contrast to a woman who was anything but. What was not, however, was the sight of her arousal - reddened and slightly puffy, glistening with moisture and oh-so ripe to be supped upon.

Every inch Femanon pulled her underwear further, the higher her legs were thrust into the air, affording Twilight an ever greater view. Had she the room, she would have stuck a hoof between her hind legs but all she could do was watch and wait and hope. A hope that dampened slightly upon seeing Femanon lower herself back down and toss her underwear… somewhere, Twilight couldn’t keep her eyes on it for more than a second for fear of missing out.

The black skirt obscured her view once again and Twilight planted her head back at the edge of the bed. Trust her luck to wind up in bed with Femanon on an evening she was feeling like doing nothing but teasing-

The thought died as soon as it came to mind upon feeling smooth, damp skin against her rump.

“Much better,” Femanon muttered with a quiet sigh.

Bright Celestia… Even the way she said that was enough to make the mare shudder!

The woman’s hips rocked from side to side as she pressed herself tightly in against Twilight and latched onto her flanks upon feeling her coat brush against just the right spot. But it was worth it to watch Twilight squirm and try to hoist herself back against those motions.

Frustrated at her lack of reach but resolving to fix that issue later, Twilight focused instead on the hands that stroked along the arm of her wing. The right never did pose as much trouble but all the same it was a chance to feel some gentle nibbling at the edges of it, a few lip-led feathers being pulled off.

As much as she tried to ignore it, Twilight couldn’t take her mind off the way the woman’s thighs rubbed against her flanks, the contrasting cool breath as she moved in over her shoulder but most of all was the little trickle of fluid along her rump that was not her own. The mare clenched her hooves against the duvet, biting down on her lip to halt any further sounds.

“You know, I think I might have to help with something else.” Femanon’s breath was hot against Twilight’s cheek as the woman came back up and leaned close. “You didn’t really just want me to help with your wings, did you?”

As much as she was able, Twilight shook her head. Even that simple little motion moved her body against the woman and she felt herself struggling to concentrate on Femanon’s voice.

“Can’t have you going out all flustered, can we?”

Twilight mumbled something into her duvet that may have been a negative; there was no way for her to be sure with her mind firmly turned to Femanon slowly moving back over her rump. Her hands followed in the wake of her thighs; each finger left tingling little ripples of pleasure in their wake, growing stronger the further they stroked along her rump.

One caught her off guard, grabbing her tail at the dock and moving it to one side. Twilight squealed, clenching her muscles tight but finding herself unable to move an inch with Femanon’s hand still holding her. She looked about, just in time to see the woman slathering saliva on her index finger before placing it back under the dock and slowly stroking downwards.

The mare held her breath, sure that the finger would pass right where it needed… Only it didn’t. It circled around the puffy little anus and Twilight couldn’t stop herself from reflexively clenching to no effect. It did not, however, stop there. Instead, Femanon’s finger continued its journey downwards, across reddened, swollen lips that drew another squeal of delight from the mare and a small gush of fluids.

She wouldn’t go any further though, Twilight was sure. Yet every inch that finger moved it strayed closer and closer to a winking nub that begged for attention.

“Please,” the mare whispered back, hind legs quivering on the duvet.

It was close, oh-so very close she could feel it! That elusive finger trailed inwards slightly, picking up a few droplets of fluid before it finally came down- And gently circled around that nub of flesh. Twilight couldn’t hold back a groan of mixed arousal and frustration, digging her hind legs into the duvet to gain some traction and maneuver herself onto Femanon’s touch.

“Twi, you should know by now.” Her voice was growing softer but Twilight could feel hot breath washing over her nethers. “That I always.” So close it almost burned. “Get the first taste.”

Unseen by Twilight, Femanon lay her head against a purple thigh and pressed her lips around that little winking nub of flesh, gently kissing it. The mare let out a cry, her body thrusting itself upwards but was quickly reined back by two hands firmly holding onto her rear. Lapping at the trickle of fluids, Femanon placed her lips back onto Twilight’s clit and gave a gentle suck, just enough to take the mare’s breath away before pulling back.

“Hnngh!” Twilight grunted, turning about, “wh-why… That’s not fair!”

Not quite looking over the curve of Twilight’s rump, Femanon responded, “Did you really want this to be over so quickly?”

There was no response from the mare at first; her hooves came together underneath Femanon and the woman gently stroked at them.

“Just… Just don’t tease me.”

Twilight waited, wings painfully stiff, as she felt Femanon’s breath rise upwards. Her hands still held fast to her rump, still firmly clenched on the soft, sensitive flesh and every time Twilight was sure she felt something touch against her nethers she bucked her hips. But there was nothing. No tongue, no lips, not even a moistened finger.

She was about ready to voice her irritation at being so teased when the warmth of Femanon’s breath descended on her dock followed by her lips, meeting the bare skin in a tender kiss. Her tail whipping from side to side, Twilight took a mouthful of her duvet and tapped her hooves against the edge of the bed. Just another inch, just a little further downwards…

Thankfully, it was not a one-off kiss. As soon as Femanon’s lips came away there was the briefest of pauses before they came back, blowing cool air that made her shiver before another kiss was given. When she felt it on the tight, puffy ring of her anus, Twilight was sure she had been pushed over the edge; her mind turned to a blur and there was only sweet pleasure, the warmth and wetness of Femanon’s tongue racing around on the sensitive ring and her fingers still clenching tightly to her rump.

At least that was how it began. Twilight came back to herself as the woman pulled away, licking her lips, and was curious to note one of her hands was moving, sliding over the gentle curve of her rear inwards towards… Moon and sun!

Those slender fingers swerved downwards, gently parting her puffed lips to allow a thicker line of fluids run free and her body to tense up. The kiss was resumed, Femanon’s tongue pressing down on her anus, a third finger suddenly appearing between her labia to run its length…

“Mmph! Mmm-hmmph!” Twilight called out, still biting down on her duvet.

“What’s that?” Maddeningly, Femanon broke off, even pulling her fingers away! “You need me to stop?”

Spitting the fabric from her mouth, Twilight turned about and near shouted, “I said that’s it! Hah… hah... D-Don’t stop!”

That very same hand ran the length of her inner thigh and Twilight found her sudden burst of bravado washed away in a wave of warmth and pleasure.

“Oh I knew that. I just wanted to hear you say it.” One little kiss, barely long enough for Twilight to feel Femanon’s tongue against her was all she was given. “Say it.”

“Ohhh fucking…” To think, a few months ago she would have been mortified to be heard swearing like that. “Your tongue! Use your tongue!”

“Really should’ve said so sooner, Twi.”

The mare went to make some objection that was quickly lost in the face of Femanon parting her puffy labia once more but not to allow a finger passage. Instead, it was her tongue that ran the length of that moistened interior, Twilight unable to stop herself from liberally leaking onto it, until it came to her swollen clit and… Slowly circled it.

“Ohhh... come-on-come-on-come-on-come-on!” Using what strength she could, Twilight attempted to thrust herself back against the woman. With her legs still lying flat, however, it proved fruitless and she remained at Femanon’s mercy.

One little flick of her tongue over the mare’s clit was all it took to bring her to silence before, body tensing up, she let out a squeal followed by another trickle of fluids. She was close! So close it was almost too much to bear, the teasing was keeping her right on the precipice.

“Please… just- Ahhn! J-Just a little more!”

Something between a sob and a moan rose in Twilight’s throat as she felt Femanon’s lips finally come around her clit and a gentle sucking begin. Tongue swiping over and back, she felt like she could finally, finally push past the frustration.

Not content with just that, however, Femanon brought her hand down under Twilight’s dock one last time. Careful to use one of her already wet fingers, she traced the outline of the mare’s now glistening, puckered anus.

“No… wait… too HNNGH!”

Feeling the finger slowly worming its way inside was the final part, that one act Twilight needed to send her careening over the edge into a blissful orgasm.

Her body tensed up, back arching and tail rising high to hold its place. Fluids that had been trickling out now ran free over the woman’s lips and tongue as she kept lapping at the mare’s sensitive, winking clit. And all the while, her finger was caught in its place by Twilight unwilling to release it.

It came over her in waves, each pass of Femanon’s tongue bringing a new one, stealing her breath away and ridding her of the chance to call a halt. Legs quivering, she could only lie there and hold the edge of her bed in a deathgrip.

Femanon relented, pulling her finger free and moving her tongue in slower, circling motions before giving those swollen lips one final kiss and watching as the mare slowly came too. Her breathing that had been caught up in quick, shallow pants began to even out and her body relaxed against the bed.

“Hey… Femanon,” Twilight weakly called out. “Get undressed… need to… return the favour.”