It was a late–summer afternoon in Equestria as Macintosh 'Big Mac' Apple looked over the patch of apple trees, the afternoon sun brightly illuminating his bright red coat as he checked for any problems with the orchard while watering them. He always looked over the trees of Sweet Apple Acres regularly, wanting to make sure all of them were OK and to take care of any problems the trees may have before it could spread to the others or the tree itself could die.

While waiting for the current watering trench to fill, Big Mac scratched at his sandy blonde mane with a hoof before reaching up to a nearby tree and pulling off a dead leaf with his mouth, then placed it in his hoof and studied it briefly. Confirming his suspicions, Big Mac let the leaf drop to the ground and it shortly after was caught by the soft wind blowing through the rows of apple trees. He recognized the tree was healthy, as that was the only brown leaf on it, the rest a healthy green. Shrugging, he proceeded in picking up the hose with his mouth and moving it to the next watering trench, glancing over the trees in the next row as he walked.

Not five seconds after he’d set the hose into the next trench, Big Mac was startled when he heard a number of sharp snaps followed by a moan from nearby. It wasn't a groan of an animal, but judging by the tone one of a mare in pain – and it was close! Big Mac looked around carefully, his heart starting to thump as adrenaline pumped through it from the sudden noises, and started to look for anypony or any sign of blood as he searched through the rows of apple trees.

Big Mac soon after spotted a small broken branch hanging on one of the trees in the fifteenth row gently swinging in the soft breeze, and then another on the following one. He followed a row of broken branches until his eyes settled upon a cyan–and–rainbow–colored form lying on the ground at the end of the trail of broken branches, the form taking that of a pony as he got closer.

It was his sister's friend Rainbow Dash!

~

His chores forgotten, Big Mac felt a twinge of panic rise in his chest as he started galloping towards her, his heart hammering against his sternum now as more adrenaline pumped in when he saw Rainbow's still form. Two thoughts crossed his mind: 'She must be hurt!' and 'I can’t see her moving!' The panic rose further, causing Big Mac to take deeper breaths as he struggled to calm himself, knowing he needed to be of sound mind if Rainbow Dash needed his help. After he managed to calm down enough, he approached the seemingly–limp mare, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

As he neared Rainbow Dash's lying form, his panic started to subside as he saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest, a sure indication she was breathing. He detected no blood nearby either, nor did he see any other marks or wounds on her, either of which which would have been a sure sign of injury. All he saw was a lot of dirt coating her and as he got closer, and a short skid mark in the ground leading up to where she’d slid to. She'd apparently fallen out of the air while flying and skidded along the ground a distance, but since the skid mark wasn’t very deep nor long, she couldn’t have been too high up when she'd lost control.

Big Mac was right on top of Rainbow Dash’s laying form with only a couple hoof–steps distancing them when he finally felt calm enough to speak with any form of confidence, fearing that before his voice would have shaken. “Y’all alright Miss Dash?” he asked, watching the lying mare for a response. Rainbow's reaction was immediate, indicating she was conscious, competent and likely didn't have a concussion. She raised her head and looked at him, her cerise–pink eyes meeting his own of emerald–green. He could detect no fear or confusion in them, nor any intense pain, either of the latter two of which could indicate a need for immediate medical attention. What he did detect however, was either annoyance or signs of a minor ache – or possibly both.

“Yeah–yeah I'm fine Macintosh, but dang it–” Rainbow Dash started, a tone of disappointment evident in her voice as she shifted slightly to get more comfortable; “I was this close to doing a triple–spin–whirl–and–twirl when my wing got a maaaaaaaaaaaaajor cramp!” she said, putting extra emphasis on 'major' while she held her hooves about an inch apart. She then let her hooves drop to the ground, with them kicking up two small dust clouds from the impact.

Rainbow's wing was indeed cramped, and one could tell so just by looking at it – her feathers were awry and bent slightly inward, with an occasional twitch coming from it and making her wince slightly with each. She tried to stretch her wing out, but stopped when a minor but sharp throb of pain shot through it when she did. When she released it, she felt the dull ache return as she let it once again return to its cramped position, not able to do much else herself. With her having no real choice in the matter, Rainbow looked up to Big Mac and felt a light blush cross her cheeks – she hated having to ask him this, but she knew she needed his help.

“Hey…uh…B–Big Mac…” Rainbow Dash started awkwardly, stumbling over her words as the blush continued to deepen. Big Mac slightly cocked his head at her, continuing to stare into her...beautiful eyes. He'd had never noticed what a beautiful color they were until now, having never seen her this close before. “…w–would you…uh…m–mind…r–rubbing–my–wing?” Rainbow finally managed to stutter out, rushing the last part as her blush had turned her usually–cyan cheeks to a dark magenta.

~

Big Mac shifted on his hooves, his reluctance made very obvious. Both knew that this was a pretty awkward request for Rainbow to ask from him, each being taught from a young age that touching a pegusus' wing without permission was very rude, as they are very sensitive to the touch. “I…I mean I’d rather do it myself and all, but I can’t really reach the part that’s cramped...” Rainbow stammered out defensively, easily detecting his discomfort and it only adding further to her own. They both just uneasily stared at each other for a few moments until another dull ache made Rainbow wince. “...So will you help me or not?” she asked impatiently, shifting again on her hooves as the cramp made her antsy.

Big Mac had already made his decision before Rainbow had asked the second time. He'd been taught since he was a little colt to always help other ponies in need, especially fillies and mares, and chose to stick by his teachings as he nodded his head to Rainbow. "Eeyup.” Big Mac responded as he moved to help her up, but instead stood by Rainbow Dash's side as she quickly stood up on her own and wiped what dirt she could off of her with her hoof. When she looked to him, Mac then nodded his head towards a group of trees and beyond them at the fields of grass the Apples kept for personal grazing and grass–harvesting. Big Mac pointed to a specific patch when they arrived moments later, the short walk letting him get a closer look at her cramped wing.

“Y’all can lay in that’un.” Mac told Rainbow as he indicated a patch of grass, following her over to the field. The particular patch of orchard–grass he had pointed out wasn’t used for grazing or for food at all – instead this patch, covering about a half–acre, was used by the Apples as a kind of miniature park, complete with a small bench and a couple lawn chairs beneath a single apple tree. A small kiddy pool sat in the middle for Apple Bloom and the other foals that visited to play in, but mainly just Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, her two closest friends and the other two of their group 'The Cutie Mark Crusaders'.

Rainbow Dash lay down, and was followed shortly by Big Mac also settling into the soft grass. Rainbow inhaled deeply the green scent of the hoof–high grass as she buried her muzzle in it, enjoying the crisp scent of the recently–trimmed orchard–grass. It was one of her favorite scents, right next to the crisp scent of the breeze high up in the sky whipping past her as she flew and the scent of freshly baked chocolate–chip cookies from Sugar Cube Corner.

Rainbow Dash exhaled with sigh, quite happy with the change of scenery. “Well, this is definitely more comfortable than that muddy orchard. Smells way better too.” she said, then started sniffing the sweet–smelling grass again – before looking to Big Mac and wincing as she felt another twinge of pain from her cramped wing. She tried to flex it, thinking it may work this time, but had to once again stop as the ache of over–exertion spread through the muscle, once again having to let it return again to its cramped position. “So…” she asked Mac, “Do you know much about wings?”

~

Big Mac tried to remember back to the biology lessons taught to him all those years ago in the Ponyville classrooms, but not too much came back after so many years. All he could remember from those long–ago lessons about wings were the basics: they were used by Pegasi and Alicorns to fly and they had feathers, primary and secondary. Under the feathers were skin and muscle, and beneath that three smaller bones joined to one big one by muscle – with that giving the wing a very high amount of flexibility and letting it be used to curve around and loosely grip larger objects, as well as giving the Pegasus a high degree of control during flight.

One other thing Mac also remembered was that old feathers sometimes needed to be plucked out in a process called 'preening', a method in which the Pegasus or an assistant would clean the healthy feathers and pull the dead feathers out with their mouths, then new ones would grow in in their place a while later.

Outside of the classroom Big Mac learned that Pegasus wings were also sometimes stimulated by stallions or mares during sex, that they were apparently very sensitive to touch and had a very high concentration of nerves, as well as a good number of erogenous zones. He learned that this is why it could be considered rude to touch the wing of somepony you didn't really know, especially of the opposite gender, as it could be taken as an unwanted sexual advance.

“Eenope, not too much.” Big Mac responded to Rainbow's earlier inquiry, then looked to her cramped wing.

“Well, can you at least try to rub my wing or something? This cramp's driving me up the wall!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, the constant ache starting to really get on her nerves now. “I’m not the best teacher, but I'm sure I can at least give you pointers. For starters, the cramp's in the muscle right near my back, in the biggest part of my right wing and right behind where it curves. Just use your hoof or something.”

Big Mac nodded and placed his hoof on her wing where she'd said – then roughly pushed the tip into it, causing Rainbow to clench her teeth and pull her wing away as a sharp pain shot through it. “NOT. LIKE. THAT!” she yelled through her clenched teeth, feeling her wing throb painfully from him jamming his hoof into her hurt muscle. When the pain quickly faded, she apologized to the briefly mortified Big Mac for yelling at him and once again brought her wing into his reach, albeit a little more hesitantly this time. “GENTLY this time please!” Rainbow asked in a much softer tone, feeling some regret for having used such a harsh tone before. After all, he was trying to help her the best he could, as she'd asked him to.

Instead of using the tip again, this time Big Mac used the flat of his hoof to softly rub at the muscle. Too softly. Rainbow knew he was trying not to hurt her again, but this time he was barely grazing her feathers, and it surely wasn't helping her at all. Rainbow Dash gave a groan of frustration as another dull throb passed through her wing, the delay of relief annoying her. “Just a little harder please? I just need a massage, not a tickle or a hole in my wing!” she huffed, shifting impatiently.

Big Mac chuffed as a grin crossed his face, pressing just a little harder into her wing as she'd requested. This time as his hoof perfectly pressed into her flesh, Rainbow groaned softy as she felt her tense muscle start to relax. “Oh yeah, just like that…” Rainbow said groggily, her voice trailing off as spikes of relief surged through her, the soft pleasure traveling along her spine as she felt her wing muscle starting to loosen further.

“Ooooh, a little harder please?” Rainbow cooed, the sensation of Big Mac rubbing her wing starting to cloud her head as her wing extended out more, her muscles further relaxing as her wing loosened up. Big Mac obliged and pressed down a little harder, getting deeper into the now much–less–tense muscle as Rainbow’s eyes fluttered closed. The sensations from somepony's hoof on her wing for the first time were just too much for her to handle, and before she knew it a passionate moan had escaped her throat – quite surprising both herself and her masseuse.

~

When Big Mac stopped rubbing, Rainbow Dash immediately felt a blush starting to form on her face as she realized what had happened. She’d just got turned on by Mac while he was helping her get a cramp out of her wing!

Big Mac’s eyes were wide as he took in the situation, a blush starting to form on his face as well. He wasn't sure what to do now – so he looked at Rainbow's now partially–extended wing, then at his hoof, before finally looking up towards where her head was still resting on her front hoof. Then the voice of Rainbow Dash answered all the questions he couldn't bring himself to ask a moment later, her voice seeming to contain a slight hint of...disappointment? “Well what did you stop for? That was just starting to get good...”

Not quite sure how to react Rainbow's disappointing–sounding comment, Big Mac began slowly rubbing her wing again right where the muscle was still tense, and was quickly rewarded by another soft moan from Rainbow Dash. Apparently Rainbow was making it quite clear that she was liking what he was doing for her.

~

“So…uh…Miss Dash…y'alright now?” Big Mac stuttered out a couple minutes later, Rainbow's wing almost fully extended in his hooves now and surely indicating the cramp was gone...right?

Instead of responding Rainbow started squeaking softly, then moaned deeply into the grass as a particularly strong surge of sensation hit her, making her bury her muzzle into the sweet–smelling plants as pleasure pulsed through her whole body now. Rainbow Dash felt her cramp was indeed gone now, but she really didn't want Big Mac to stop rubbing. It just felt too dang good!

Rainbow Dash was starting to pant now as her wing reached its full extension in Big Mac's hooves, the massage rubbing her wing muscle in just the right ways and causing all the muscles in her whole body to relax as rising pleasure surged through her. She started drooling into the grass as she felt her pleasure rise again and reach a peak when he rubbed that one last time, making her whole body tense up as her pleasure reached a climax. Rainbow simply seized up as she felt her vaginal muscles starting to clamp down on themselves and her slit start to wink rapidly in time to her contractions, her hips started to buck into the air and making Rainbow moan out in sheer bliss as her powerful orgasm suddenly hit her – completely taking both Big Mac and herself off–guard and causing him to pull his hoof from her wing in his surprise.

As her orgasm raged on, Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the situation – she’d just cum while getting a wing massage from a concerned acquaintance to get out a cramp, and she'd been the one who had asked him to give her it! But regardless of his intention or hers, Rainbow's body trembled as another wave of pleasure rolled through it, causing her to loose a strangled cry and buck her hips harder as her pleasure seemed to increase. When Rainbow's orgasm finally faded some seconds later, the grass around her crotch and her crotch itself glistening with her release, she was panting hard and struggling to catch her breath after such an unexpected, intense climax.

Big Mac was completely mortified at this point – after all, how was he supposed to react? He’d just brought someone he didn't even really know to climax by rubbing out a cramp for pony's sake! Awkward silence pervaded the field, the only audible sounds being Rainbow Dash's panting and the soft whistle of the wind through the tree's leaves.

~

Rainbow Dash smiled to herself as she was floated through the afterglow brought on by this caring, kind stallion, brought satisfaction she'd never felt before as he'd touched and rubbed her so tenderly. She felt comforted when she felt him beside her, helping her in her time of need. She wanted Big Mac to stay there with her and continue to share himself with her, wanting this handsome stallion to keep pleasing her. So she asked.

“Well….you know… the place between my wings is kind of sore too…”

Big Mac grinned at Rainbow, taking her hint and now eager to please this very beautiful mare. He pressed the tip of his hoof gently in–between the ball–joints between her wings, rubbing the sensitive point along her upper spine and causing her to moan again. He’d come this far, so why not take it a little further? She seemed to be quite willing, having asked after all – plus she made such cute little moans...

...and had such a soft coat...

...and was so very beautiful. Especially her eyes...

...and...

Big Mac continued to rub until Rainbow stammered out through gritted teeth and in between gasps and moans “…And my feathers are…–mmmh–...sooooo out of order. W–would you fix them...for me...please?” Big Mac stopped rubbing and instead moved his muzzle over to her wingtip, complying to her request as he softly moved the ruffled feathers back to what he believed was their proper place.

~

Rainbow Dash was in near–ecstasy as she felt Big Mac also seemingly begin to preen her, with him taking the initiative again as he started tugging gently at her feathers with his mouth. Pleasure pulsed through her wing once more, his hot breath flowing between her feathers as he gently tugged at them with his teeth, apparently trying to find loose ones. He worked gently yet firmly, carefully enough not to hurt her yet rough enough to get the job done – undoubtedly a trait learned from years of farm–work.

By Celestia, she could almost swear she loved him already!

~

Big Mac started pulling out loose feathers from Rainbow's wing with his teeth, at first giving each feather a gentle tug before learning the secret: dead or broken ones always looked crooked or otherwise different after you tried to straighten them out. After he'd plucked one, he rubbed the spot he'd pulled it from with his muzzle before he spit the plucked feather out, the small cyan forms being caught on and carried away with the breeze shortly after leaving his mouth.

Instead of blowing far like the smaller secondary feathers, the larger and heavier primaries fell and stayed on the grass, either blowing a short distance or decorating the area immediately near them with strips of cyan among the green.

Rainbow Dash felt Big Mac's muzzle run up and down the length of her wing, searching for more loose feathers to preen from her. She occasionally felt his tongue trace the lengths of the big pinion feathers near the edge and made her gasp each time he did, the sensations it caused sending thrills of pleasure through her wing and making her skin tingle.

~

After being unable to find any more loose feathers on that wing Big Mac moved to her other, softly moving his tongue across the ball–joints and the small valley between them, licking the whole way to her other wing and making Rainbow sigh in contentment. Upon reaching her other wing, he seemed to be feeling out the damaged feathers with his tongue now….or was he even looking for the feathers anymore now? Rainbow Dash couldn't care less either way as pleasure pulsed through her and her body went limp, with her now a pile of mush under Mac's ministrations.

While he continued to preen her, Big Mac had just then plucked a particularly long pinion feather and held it in his mouth. He nuzzled against her mane with his muzzle and she turned her head to look at him – and when she did he took the long feather and put it behind her ear as he continued rubbing her wings, giving her ear a little lick as he pulled away. Rainbow then felt his hoof move up to her unhurt wing and starting to rub that muscle too, making her wing flare out as shots of pleasure went throughout her, her marehood becoming even more wet and starting to wink as he continued his work on her sensitive wings.

Rainbow lowered her head again and bit down on the grass in front of her as Big Mac stopped massaging her, instead moving his tongue along the leading edge of her wing again and licking at the bases of her flight feathers. He then caused her to pull some up by the roots and moan deeply as he apparently found a particularly sensitive spot near the tip of her wing, making her quiver under him at the sudden burst of pleasure.

Taking the hint Rainbow liked that, Big Mac continued licking and nibbling the spot on her wing that had gotten him such a reaction, ramping her pleasure up as she started to chew on the grass she'd pulled up – the mastication helping her cope with the intense sensations now flowing from her wing and groin. Rainbow felt like she was going to explode from the feelings Mac was giving her they were so intense, making her mewl out her pleasure as she squirmed beneath Big Mac.

~

Minutes later, Rainbow felt her pleasure starting to peak again as Big Mac started to intentionally tug softly at her still–attached feathers with his teeth, his hot breath flowing through her feathers and against her skin as she felt herself once again reaching the cliff of orgasm and about to fall over.

Big Mac nipped at her wingtip one last time, and that was all she could take. Rainbow tensed again as her climax hit her then started whimpering as her hips started bucking hard as she came again, her muscles clenching down on themselves and her slit winking behind her again, her orgasm pushing out everything in her mind except pure, carnal bliss. Her head arched back and exposed her throat, on which Big Mac quickly got to work to planting soft kisses and suckles, stimulating her that much more.

As her second orgasm pressed on, Big Mac just grinned as he continued to please her, admiring the cute little sounds coming from her while she squirmed in her climax, figuring he’d done more than enough "grooming" for her already. She makes such cute little noises! he thought, feeling his heart—as well as other parts—swell as she continued to whimper through her raging orgasm.

When her body finally calmed down and she came off her second climax, Rainbow panted hard and finally swallowed the well–chewed grass in her mouth, having once again given her rear and the grass behind it a fresh glistening coat as a sign of the extreme pleasure she'd been given. When she could Rainbow raised her head up with some effort, the two orgasms having drained her of much of her normally–endless energy, looking up at Big Mac with a satisfied look in her eyes to let him see how much he'd pleased her then sighing as she felt her chin hit the soft ground, too heavy to hold up anymore. She once again caught the scent of damp earth and grass as she panted in her afterglow, breathing deep one of her favorite scents.

“Thanks...for that...but I thought...you didn't know...much about...wings?” Rainbow asked between pants when she found her voice, noticing that her voice was much huskier then she intended it to be, pleasure still lightly pulsing through her body and slightly groggy in her post–orgasm bliss.

Big Mac grinned. “Ah don’t, Ah was jus' fumblin' about. But fer you, Ah can learn t' do it bett'r.”

“Coulda fooled me, you seemed like a pro... are you secretly a pegusus?” Rainbow Dash asked, noticing a soft blush form on Big Mac's face as she got up and circled around him, looking at his back for wings. "Nope, no wings! Guess you are just a quick learner!" Rainbow Dash said as she finally came back around to Mac's front, a soft smirk crossing her face as she stretched her own now-clean-and-neat wings out before neatly folding them against her body.

Rainbow looked again into Big Mac's eyes – and got a crazy idea and before she even knew she was speaking, she'd asked; “So...same time next week?”

~

Big Mac was taken slightly aback by Rainbow's sudden question and thought about its possible implications, given their so-recent encounter. He ruminated on it for a moment before he spoke again; “Ya gotta get them cramps 'n’ loose feathers out someway, right? Now that Ah got some experience, who better'n me? 'Sides, somepony with as perty a' eyes an' as cute a' moans as yers could def'natly be usin' some more a' mah 'help'.”

Rainbow Dash blushed at Mac's compliments then moved closer too him. While it wasn't a very "tough" thing to do, as she moved closer to him and sat by his side, she nuzzled against his muzzle as she unfurled her wing and wrapped it around his back and neck – displaying one of the most intimate gestures a Pegasus could do and one they only did it with the ones they held dearest, whether it be family, friend, or lover. She held her wing there while they lay down side–to–side before removing it moments later, intent on getting up and moving. She folded her wing in again before she went about getting up then laying down in front of Big Mac, shifting around until she was laying on her back between his forehooves with her own hooves folded against her chest.

Laying on her back between Big Mac's large forehooves, Rainbow felt much less then "tough" – and let that personality facade of her fade away as she pressed herself further against the chest of this big, wonderful stallion. She rested her ear against his chest so she could look up at him as he looked down at her with their eyes meeting again, green emerald meeting pink tourmaline. She just simply lay against him, hearing his heart beating as she pressed her ear against his chest, hearing and feeling the constant and relaxing thu–thump of his heart that she now found to be rather soothing and pleasant to her.

Rainbow Dash considered what Big Mac had said the short while earlier and answered after a bit more thought; "OK my new colt–friend, you've got a deal. I'll see you here next week at five!" she said, a soft smile crossing her face as she looked up at her now–stallion–friend.

Big Mac smiled as he found that it turned out he was correct in his earlier assumption of what she'd said, quite glad it was as he thought. "Eeyup." Big Mac had said in return, sealing the deal as a smile of his own crossed his face. He and Rainbow watched the sunset together and lay with each other until the moon started to rise, a couple now enjoying the other's company. He would occasionally nuzzle against her, and sometimes she against him – however Rainbow Dash's ear never left his chest, never left the soft yet strong thu–thump she'd come to immensely enjoy.

As the moon started to rise higher and the night grew later, Rainbow and Big Mac reluctantly parted ways, both blinking hard as their eyes grew dry and heavy with fatigue. They gave each other a quick farewell, with Rainbow Dash giving Big Mac a quick kiss on the lips before both made the journey home.

As Rainbow unfurled her wings and started to take flight, Big Mac's hoof moved to his lips, pressing it against them as the sensation of Rainbow's soft lips against them softly faded.

That was his first kiss.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As Rainbow Dash arrived home, she removed the feather from behind her ear before climbing into the shower, cleaning the dried–on mess of her fluids off her rear and Big Mac's saliva off her back and wings. When she exited a few minutes later, she looked at the small piece of what was once part of her sitting on the counter, smiling as she remembered why it was no longer. She then picked the long pinion feather up and exited the bathroom, heading down the hall to her bedroom.

When Rainbow entered her bedroom moments later, she removed a small enchanted chest from underneath her bed. As she opened it she made the hinges give a soft squeak as they told their age, with the chest itself not being much younger then Rainbow herself. The enchantment on the chest itself was very simple and was only there to prevent the chest from falling through the clouds, the same spell that allowed ponies to walk on clouds – but instead of only lasting three days as it did on living beings, the effect it had on inanimate objects was permanent. This allowed Rainbow to store her most prized collection in it without concern, without having to worry that the spell would break one day and cause her to lose her most cherished items forever.

Rainbow Dash had had this chest since she was a filly. Being a gift from her father, it had always had a special meaning to her – so as she set the feather in her box beside the flag she'd gotten at her first Wonderbolts show, her Wonderbolt Lead–Pony badge, and other items special to her, it was pretty obvious that it meant something special to her. As she closed and slid the chest back under her bed, she smiled when she thought of Big Mac as he placed the feather behind her ear, feeling a brief fluttering in her stomach at the memory. She then took to the air and did a flip before she let herself fall back on the bed, landing on the soft cloud–bed with a quiet pomf.

Rainbow then turned out the lights and let herself drift off, a happy sigh escaping her as her last thoughts before sleep were of kissing her new colt–friend. Of how she could look forward to seeing him next week, only imagining what that would entail.

Author's Note

Hope you like it! Decided to try my first time at a one-shot (due to popular opinion it won't stay that way), and use a lesser-known ship for this one. I think it turned out alright. What do you think? Tell me in the comments!