Parties, Preening, and PTSD

Vinyl stood in the bedroom, her wings spread.

Octavia took in the sorry state of Vinyl's wings. "Holy Celestia, Vi! You've barely had these wings five minutes and they look a complete state!" The feathers looked dishevelled and matted.

Vinyl craned her neck to look at her new wings. "Crap! They weren't like that when Twilight gave them to me. Does it matter? I wasn't planning on flying — I have absolutely no idea how, and Twilight warned me it would take much more than a night to learn."

Octavia took a wing in her hoof and examined it briefly before releasing it. "Of course it matters. Would you want to make love to me if my mane was tangled, and I was all sweaty and covered in dirt…?" She paused before completing her question. "Actually, Vi, don't answer that."

Vinyl smirked. "Heh. I dunno, they've just been under my hoodie all evening. It gets pretty hot and sweaty up on that stage."

"You should let me preen you," Octavia suggested, matter-of-factly.

Vinyl laughed briefly, but Octavia's face was completely serious. "What do you mean? You know how to do that?"

Octavia walked over to the bed and sat upright on it, patting the area beside her. "I haven't always been your marefriend, Vinyl. I have been with other mares."

Vinyl knew that abstractly of course, but she generally preferred not to think about it. She hadn't met any of Octavia's exes — except Beauty, of course — and preferred them to be a vague, ill-defined blur in her mind. In retrospect it made sense that Octavia would have been with pegasus ponies in the past.

She trotted obediently over to Octavia's side and sat on the soft silk sheets, using the upright position as well. Octavia shuffled behind her. "Lift your left wing," she instructed. Vinyl compliantly lifted her wing, fanning out her feathers, and Octavia reached for the wing.

It had been a long while since Octavia had done this. She'd dated a very excitable, enthusiastic, and willing pegasus mare called High Spirits for a few weeks back in music school — the younger sister of one of her class mates — and she'd certainly enjoyed Octavia's attention. Even though that was close to a decade ago, as soon as her hoof touched Vinyl's wings, all the techniques came flooding back. "There's not an awful lot you need to know anyway — you've just got to be gentle and patient."

Octavia lowered her mouth to the base of Vinyl's wing, taking a twisted feather in her teeth and delicately gave it a little wiggle. When she released it, it snapped back into place.

Vinyl felt Octavia moving her feathers — they felt like part of her body, but something outside her at the same time. She wasn't sure if that was just because they were magic, not her natural wings, or if this was how feather movements felt to all pegasus ponies.

There was one feather that looked beyond repair — the shaft in the middle was bent and had snapped. "This one needs to go," warned Octavia, "it might hurt a little — just like a mane hair being pulled out."

Vinyl winced and drew breath when she pulled it. "Ow!" she said, frowning.

"Stop being such a cry-baby," giggled Octavia, before remembering Vinyl's genuine tears the previous night, and realizing she was being insensitive. She leaned in and kissed the spot the feather had come out from. Vinyl shivered at the feeling of Octavia's lips on her wing.

Octavia went back to preening the wing, her hooves delicately moving over row after row of feathers, straightening out the ones that looked crooked, and plucking a few more that seemed irreparable. Octavia's hooves working up and down her wings was a new and exhilarating experience for Vinyl, and she felt a tingling sensation building up in them.

She'd heard before that pegasus wings were supposed to be sensitive, but hadn't been able to imagine the feeling. It didn't feel obviously sexual like when Octavia would suck or hoof her pussy — it was more of a gentle, sensual experience, like when Octavia gave her nipples or flanks some attention.

Octavia found some ruffled feathers and leaned in to lick them straight. Vinyl shuddered and a soft whinny escaped her lips. Octavia smiled. "You like this, eh? I'm going to give you a wing massage when we're done." Vinyl sucked in her breath and bit her bottom lip.

Octavia gave the wing a final stroke from base to tip. "Other wing now," she announced. Vinyl carefully folded her left wing and extended her right one, and Octavia ran her hooves along its length, prompting another whinny from the winged unicorn.

She set to work, finding the bent feathers and gently tweaking them into place. Octavia adjusted a couple more feathers with her mouth and then licked them straight, using her tongue probably a little more than necessary, knowing how much pegasus ponies loved this sort of attention. She remembered that the last time she'd preened High Spirits, she'd gotten the mare so worked up that they'd made passionate love as soon as she was finished — so passionate that she had needed another preening straight afterwards. These wings might have only been temporary, but when she and Vinyl finally made love, she wanted them to look fucking majestic.

"Are you d-done now?" Vinyl asked, breathing heavily.

"Near—" Octavia stopped half-way through her answer. "I thought I said to put your left wing down."

Vinyl twisted her head to see her wing which was outstretched gracefully. "I— what the? It won't go down," she answered.

Octavia could see the strong muscles on Vinyl's barrel flexing, trying to fold her wing back in. She laughed. "Honestly Vinyl, have you no self-control? Already standing to attention!"

Vinyl blushed when she realised that she must be suffering from that rather embarrassing condition that pegasus ponies sometimes get. "Sorry," she smiled sheepishly.

Octavia leaned over to whisper into her ear. "Don't be. It's cute." She leaned back a little to take in the sight of both of Vinyl's elegant wings outstretched like a magnificent phoenix. Octavia ran her hooves along Vinyl's right wing. "Anyway, in answer to your earlier question, yes, I've finished. Let's get on with that massage — it should fix your little… problem."

Octavia put her hooves at the base of Vinyl's wings and started rubbing her supracoracoideus muscle with circular motions. "Vinyl, this muscle feels so knotted up."

"Mmmm. Well, k-keep doing what you're doing, T-Tavi. It's n-nice," she stammered before letting out a squeal as Octavia pressed harder, getting her hooves dug in. Vinyl's wings tingled and fluttered involuntarily when Octavia hit a very tense spot. She could feel herself getting wet between the legs.

Octavia felt a swish against her belly and looked down to see Vinyl's blue tail moving from side to side. She shuffled in a little closer, so that the dock of Vinyl's tail was almost up against her. The long hairs swept over her pussy and inner thighs as Vinyl continued to sway her tail.

Octavia used both hooves to rub along the length of each wing, from base to tip. She leaned in and nibbled Vinyl's ear, feeling the mare's tail swishing faster. Vinyl's breathing was heavy and Octavia could smell her sex even from this distance.

Vinyl's pussy was driving her crazy. Without her thinking about it, her front hoof inched towards it, but she pulled back, realizing that hoofing herself off in front of Octavia might be considered a bit rude. But as if she'd read her mind, Octavia purred into her ear, "go on, I know you want to. I don't mind."

That was all the encouragement Vinyl needed. Her hoof flew straight to her pussy, seeking the wetness between its lips. Once her hoof was slick with her own juices, she started rubbing her swollen clit.

Octavia moved up to Vinyl's shoulders, gripping them firmly in her hooves and putting pressure on them to loosen them up. She worked her hooves downwards to the wing joints, prompting an involuntary flutter from Vinyl, and then Vinyl's back. Vinyl moaned when Octavia reached the sides of her flanks.

"Mmmhmmm... th-there," purred Vinyl, and Octavia kept rubbing Vinyl's flanks, concentrating on the area near Vinyl's plot and flicking tail. Vinyl's clit felt warm and tingly and she knew she was close to climax.

"Front legs up, please," ordered Octavia, "I'm going to massage your chest."

Vinyl groaned, "just a moment."

Octavia lifted Vinyl's front legs into the air, pulling them away from her crotch. "No, now." She was far too strong for Vinyl to resist. Vinyl groaned in frustration — she had been so close and her clit was aching for release.

Octavia shuffled forwards so that her belly and chest were pressed against Vinyl's back and wing joints, and reached around Vinyl with her front legs to put her hooves on her chest, just below her neck. She rubbed her hooves up and down, ruffling the fur. It could barely be called a massage now, but from Vinyl's laboured breaths, Octavia knew the sensation must be driving her wild.

Her hooves worked their way down the soft white fur on Vinyl's belly, pausing on the way to rub Vinyl's hard nipples, and eliciting moans of bliss, before coming to rest on Vinyl's inner thighs. Octavia could feel the warmth radiating from Vinyl's pussy even from this distance, and could smell the familiar scent of her arousal.

After pausing just a moment, Octavia finally said the words that Vinyl had been waiting for. "OK, you can hoof yourself off now, my little deviant."

Vinyl was almost too eager to start to even notice Octavia's playful insult. Almost. But the word got her thinking — she hoofed herself off several times a month — it was natural: sometimes she was horny and Octavia wasn't around, or was busy, or tired. But she was always discreet about it, going to the bathroom or somewhere else private to indulge in the activity. She'd never hoofed herself off in front of Octavia before — it felt naughty; it felt… well… deviant.

Her hoof quickly returned to her clit, which had been desperate for attention. She felt Octavia's hooves envelope hers, encouraging her, guiding her hoof, and helping her stroke. Together the two ponies rubbed Vinyl's pussy, and it was mere moments before her climax arrived.

Vinyl cried out Octavia's name and shuddered as a wave of pleasure tore through her body, any remaining tension melting away. Octavia held her mare tight, only loosening her grip slightly to allow Vinyl's wings to fold away, before nuzzling happily against the back of Vinyl's neck.

After a few moments in Octavia's embrace, Vinyl flopped down onto the bed and Octavia lay beside her. Vinyl propped herself up with a hoof, still catching her breath. She planted a kiss on Octavia's nose. "Thanks, Tavi, I needed that."

Octavia pushed Vinyl back down onto the bed, so that Vinyl fell onto her back, her wings spread out beneath her. Octavia climbed onto her, planting her front hooves on Vinyl's wings, and pinning her down with her earth pony strength. "You think I'm done with my perverted little alicorn princess already?" she purred. Rubbing the length of her body along Vinyl's, she pressed her lips against the winged unicorn's muzzle and kissed her hungrily, her tongue slipping inside Vinyl's mouth.

Vinyl moaned into Octavia's mouth when she felt Octavia's pussy brush against her clit. She was still sensitive from her hoofing and the contact almost drove her to an immediate second climax. Octavia began to grind against her, their pussies and teats in intimate contact with each other. Vinyl wrapped her front legs around Octavia's neck and kissed her with a burning passion, reflecting the intense pleasure that Octavia was giving her.

Octavia broke off the kiss and nuzzled into the side of Vinyl's head, nibbling a little on her ear. She thrust her hips harder and faster and Vinyl couldn't help but let go, bucking her hips upwards, crying out and shuddering as another blissful wave radiated out from her pussy.

"Hey, that's not fair," Octavia giggled into her marefriend's ear, without slowing down for a moment, "it was supposed to be my turn."

Vinyl gritted her teeth against the aftershocks of her orgasm that each onslaught of Octavia's pussy against her brought. Her poor clit really needed a rest, but making her marefriend cum was a higher priority. She let her front hooves slip down lower, to rest on Octavia's flanks, spurring her on, harder and faster, and started to buck her hips up against Octavia, pounding their pussies together, causing her weary clit unbearable pleasure.

Octavia kissed her way back to Vinyl's mouth, and the two ponies shared an impassioned kiss. Vinyl let her hoof trace the spirals of Octavia's treble clef cutie mark provoking a shiver from Octavia.

Octavia's pussy was beginning to tingle and burn with heat. She broke away from their kiss to pant, "n-nearly there." Vinyl smirked and her horn started to glow. Octavia felt the familiar feeling of Vinyl's magic inside her.

The first time Vinyl had tried this trick on her, years ago, when they'd first got together, it had been pretty good, but over the years since then she'd slowly tweaked the spell so that it was perfectly in tune with Octavia's pleasure spots — almost as if Vinyl were tapping directly into the pleasure receptors in her brain — and it was phenomenal. As far as Octavia was concerned, unicorn sex beat pegasus sex every time.

Octavia felt weak at the knees as the building pressure in her loins seemed to melt away the strength in her legs. She pushed the top of her head against the pillow next to Vinyl's head, in an effort to prevent herself from collapsing. With each thrust, she felt like she might explode.

Vinyl used her hooves to pull on Octavia's hips, slamming them down harder and harder against her own, at the same time thrusting up against her, their clits hitting directly. Octavia finally came, her chest heaving, her cries muffled by the pillow. The heat inside her belly engulfed her body and she collapsed into a panting heap on top of her marefriend.

She rolled off a few moments later, and lay beside Vinyl with her eyes closed, and drew deep breaths. She slipped a foreleg under Vinyl's neck and snuggled against her. Vinyl turned to face her and they kissed, slowly and tenderly, pausing now and again so that they could each catch their breath.

"Thanks," whispered Vinyl once she felt finally able to speak again, "that was nice."

Octavia smirked at her. "Oh, I'm not done yet."

She pushed Vinyl's shoulder and the winged unicorn fell onto her back, this time managing to tuck her wings neatly underneath herself before her marefriend could pin her down again.

Octavia climbed on and gave her mare another kiss before edging further down the bed. Vinyl closed her eyes, parted her hind legs, and felt Octavia's warm breath on her chest, belly, and teats before she reached her destination.

Octavia didn't bother with any teasing — she knew Vinyl had already cum for her twice that night, so they were beyond that now. She dove straight in, using her wide tongue to lap at Vinyl's pussy which was already slick with not just Vinyl's own juices, but also hers. Although she honestly couldn't tell the difference taste-wise, the knowledge that she was licking her own cum from her marefriend's pussy was a major turn on for her, and she reached down between her back legs and started rubbing her own pussy while she cleaned up Vinyl orally. If Vinyl could hoof herself off in bed, then so could she!

Vinyl purred in appreciation. She knew that Octavia would always look after her. She felt her marefriend licking up and down her lower lips, and moaned once Octavia's long, thick tongue slid inside her, filling her up. Vinyl reached a hoof down to rub her sensitive teats with her front hooves.

Absentmindedly, Vinyl's other front hoof reached for her horn. She opened her eyes to watch while she ran her hoof along its underside and it glowed faintly in automatic response. She would never admit it, even to Octavia, because it seemed a little strange and narcissistic, but she did enjoy the sight of her own horn being pleasured. She teased its tip by circling it with the corner of her hoof before gently stroking the shaft up and down, her horn glowing. Though enjoyable, it was nothing compared to when Octavia took it into her mouth, or indeed compared to what Octavia was doing with her tongue now.

Octavia started licking the sensitive area between Vinyl's foalhole and her plot, making Vinyl squirm. Vinyl let go of her horn and teats, gripping the bed sheets to steady herself and closing her eyes to concentrate on the sensations Octavia's tongue was providing.

Octavia returned to Vinyl's pussy and sucked gently on the clit. Vinyl moaned in response, and gently stroked Octavia's mane. Octavia's hoof moved up and down between her own legs, and juices were beginning to trickle down her inner thighs. She gave her own clit a gentle flick while she sucked on Vinyl's.

Vinyl's breathing grew heavier — she was almost there. Octavia wanted to prolong this though. She let her tongue trail down the length of Vinyl's pussy and kept going. Vinyl's eyes shot open when she felt Octavia lick her plot hole. "Holy b-b—" she stammered, taking in the new sensation. "…uck," she added, her voice jumping an octave as Octavia's tongue pushed its way inside her tight rear opening.

Octavia hadn't done this in years, and was fired up by the taboo nature of the activity and the musky taste. Vinyl's plot was very tight though, and she found she couldn't move her tongue much inside, so she returned to licking the outside, giving Vinyl little circular licks around her anal ring.

Vinyl moaned with pleasure and grasped tighter at the bed sheets. This. This was something they needed to add to their love-making on a regular basis. She made a mental note to return the favour soon.

Octavia's pussy began to tingle and she could feel the beginnings of her orgasm on the horizon. She raised her head to Vinyl's pussy again and took her clit into her mouth. She sucked on it while flicking the tip with her tongue. At the same time, she rubbed her own pussy faster and harder, edging herself towards her climax.

"K-keep going, T-Tavi," spluttered Vinyl between breaths, and Octavia tried her best to, though the feeling in her own loins was beginning to take precedence. The ticklish warmth in her pussy felt close to bursting point.

With a gasp, muffled by Vinyl's crotch in her face, Octavia came, soaking her own hoof with her marecum. The warm tingles rippled blissfully over her body from her muzzle to her hooves. Her knees felt wobbly, but she held herself up so that she could keep pleasuring her marefriend, determined to give her little unicorn the reward she deserved.

It was only seconds later when Vinyl, too, shuddered and cried out in ecstasy. Octavia eagerly lapped up the juices leaking from her pussy, savouring their exquisite taste, until Vinyl grabbed one of her hoofs and dragged her back up the bed to snuggle.

The two ponies lay in bed, panting and trying to catch their breath, Octavia with her front legs wrapped around Vinyl in embrace. Vinyl smiled and kissed her marefriend on the nose.