Assistance

“How is this possible? Why are you faster than me?” Luna breathed out, laying on the ground, panting.

Cadance stood besides her, smirking. “A lot of practice, auntie“

“Are you calling me lazy?” Luna said with spite in her voice.

“No, but being married to a former captain of the royal guard does wonders to keep you in shape. Those ‘wing stretches’ every night aren’t bad either.”

“You are mocking me!” Luna scolded.

“Yes, I am, but it’s all in fun!” Cadance replied before taking a look at Luna’s wings. “I think you forget, I was born a pegasus.”

“I wasn’t around for that,” Luna said in a snarky tone.

“Here, I can show you a few pointers if you want. Just do what I do. Spread your wings like so.” Cadance opened her wings to their max, allowing for each feather to point outward in a peacock pattern.

“Like this?” Luna asked as she copied her niece's movements.

Cadance’s eyes went wide at what she saw, almost every single feather was out of place on her aunt’s wings. “Oh my… your wings really are a mess, auntie.”

Suddenly self-conscious, Luna pulled her wings back to her sides. “Tis a lie, our feathers are just fine!”

“Speech, auntie.” Cadance playfully scolded.

Luna looked taken aback by that, but she soon cleared her throat. “I said my feathers are fine.”

“Luna.”

That word alone got the Princess of the Night’s attention. She looked up to see the serious expression on her niece's muzzle. “Open your wings,” Cadance commanded.

She could not-not obey. With a loud sigh Luna opened her wings again. Cadance walked forward as she inspected the damage. “When was the last time you preened these?” Cadance asked.

“We used to have a servant do it…” Luna admitted.

“You’ve… never… since… you’ve… been… back…” Cadance stumbled over every word as she took in the gravity of the situation.

“We… we don’t know how. Mom taught us but it’s been so long and we’ve kinda been out of practice.”

In a flash of pink magic both mares were teleported from the courtyard to the old room Cadance used to stay in. Luna blinked her eyes clear before she comprehended what had just happened.

“I’ll teach you,” Cadance said with a smile.

“W-what?” Luna blurted out, blushing a bit.

“I’ll teach you how to preen properly,” Cadance replied softly.

“Dear niece, we don’t think that this action is necessary…” Luna shifted nervously.

“Speech, auntie. And there is no way for you to back out of it. Unless you want me to keep kicking your flank in our matches.”

“Our flank has not been kicked!”

“Yeah, it kinda was,” Cadance replied with a raspberry.

“Very well, you may instruct us on the proper way to preen,” Luna stated it like it was a privilege.

“Speech, auntie,” Cadance replied with a smile as she walked up to her aunt’s right wing. “Spread your wing out wide.”

Luna did as she was told, she knew that there was something else about this, something that yelled at her not to do this with Cadance, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember what that was.

Cadance knew what would happen before she even got started. She wasn’t worried though. Shining had two rules, no other stallions, and she had to tell him all about it afterwards.

With a quick spell, she locked Luna’s wing in place, knowing that she’d try and pull it back as soon as she got started. However, looking at the mess in front of her, she realized another problem. She knew not where to began.

‘Guess I’ll just work my way inward,’ Cadance thought.

Starting with the outermost primary feathers, Cadance inspected the damage. As she thought, it was really bad. Every third feather would have to be pulled and they all required some work. With a sigh she licked the biggest feather from the quill all the way to the tip.

“NIECE!” Luna yelled as she felt a shiver run through her. Every attempt to pull her wing back was meant in failure.

Cadance ignored her as she continued to take care of the feathers. Luna immediately knew why there was a part in her that said it was bad. Why it was bad to do this with her niece.

“Stop this right this instant. We do not agree with this kind of treatment!” Luna shrieked, but Cadance only shot her an amused gaze.

“Auntie, that’s quite normal for preening. If it feels good, that means you’re doing it right.”

“Tis so wrong.” Luna muttered, but was unable to flee.

Cadance went back to work, “You see, the vanes of your feathers have become twisted, so I soak them in my saliva and I can straighten them up,” she did as her words implied. Using her lips she lightly suckled on the feather and moved it back into place with her tongue.

She’d be lying if she said this was the ‘required’ way to do it, but the look on Luna’s face was priceless. Cadance knew from experience that only a few other actions felt anywhere near this good, and with her skill even those would be given a run for this bits.

“Stop,” the word left Luna’s mouth, but the moan that accompanied it made it sound like anything but. The last time she felt anywhere near this good was when she entered her last heat cycle and grabbed two of her night guard for relief at the same time.

Needless to say, her desire to stop this was quickly losing to something else.

Cadance smiled as she saw the work she did on the feather. It was better than the day it sprouted. With one last lick, she triggered the calamus into producing oil for the feather. She took the slightest amount in her lips and ran it down the length of the large feather. Giving it that spitshine she’d normally reserve for Shining’s member.

“One down,” Cadance said with a smile.

Luna looked at her with fear in her eyes. The last time she counted she had over fifty feathers on each wing and she felt this good at just one of them. However, she said nothing about it, while she might be afraid of what this would do, she also was rather looking forward to it.

“Tis rude to keep us waiting,” Luna said with a serious look on her face.

“Whatever you say, auntie.” Cadance smiled as she went back to work. The next feathers went without incident. While she made out a few pleasurable coos from Luna, there was no actual vocalization. However, when she got to the third feather, that all changed.

“Cadance…!” Luna let loose a moan as soon as Cadance started on the quill.

Cadance raised an eyebrow as she looked up at the night princess, “What was that, auntie?”

“We didn’t say anything,” Luna lied.

“Ah, so I was imagining your voice?” Cadance asked before running her muzzle over the feather again.

“Yes.” Luna moaned and this time she blushed furiously as she met Cadance’s gaze, they both knew she had just been caught red-hoofed.

“Auntie, it’s okay to enjoy yourself.”

“Tis… inappropriate.”

‘Let’s see how long she can hold out,’ Cadance thought with a smirk as she looked back over the work left to do. She guessed by the sound of the moan coming from Luna’s mouth, and the smell that was quickly becoming more and more pungent in the air, it would be another ten feathers before Luna would lose herself to it.

It would have been two, but the next feather had to be pulled. “Auntie, I can’t save this one.”

“What does thou mean?” Luna asked.

“Language, auntie. It means I cannot save it, I have to pull it.”

“Then pull it,” Luna said matter-of-factly.

Cadance sighed, it seemed some lessons had to be learned the hard way. Using her own wing tip she lightly stroked the quill of the feather and calamus, causing oil to start dripping down the feather’s length. She didn’t stop though, she let more and more oil come down from the arm of the wing. Gripping the quill in her mouth, she lightly started to twist it, almost as if she were straightening it.

Luna cooed louder and louder as Cadance worked over the wing. She felt her own nethers growing slightly damp as the sensation overcame her mental blocks. Too much longer and she’d no longer be able to keep her hoof away. However, that pleasure quickly became a sharp pain as Cadance pulled with all her might.

“OUCH!” Luna yelled out. She glared at Cadance with anger in her eyes.

Cadance spit out the feather and smiled. “Relax, you big foal.”

“We are not a foal!”

“Whatever you say, auntie,” Cadance replied as she went back to work. There was a small amount of blood but a quick dabble with her hoof put a stop to it. Smiling, she saw that the next three feathers could be saved. ‘I bet I can make her cum with just these three’, the thought had it’s own appeal and now Cadance wanted to make it happen.

With a devilish smile she went to the first, softly running her muzzle over it, her tongue playfully lapping out. After the first soft nibbles she could sense that Luna started to feel good again. Maybe it would go faster than she thought.

As the Princess of Love, Cadance knew all about love, the emotional connection and the physical. Including the parts that ponies foolishly thought were somehow ‘inappropriate’, she put those skills to work now.

Each feather was treated as a different lover. She started jumping from one to another, she straightened the middle one while she lightly licked the calamus of the first, before going to the third and taking it into her mouth with small licks of her tongue.

Luna responded in kind, each and every sensation was causing the lunar princess to grow that much more hot. She could no longer keep her head down, with each jump, each lick of Cadance’s tongue, she found herself right upon the edge of her own pleasure. Skirting it at first, but then practically hanging from it.

Cadance knew what she was doing, more so than any other soul in existence. She pushed Luna to the edge with just the right amount of licks, only to bring her back at the last possible second, all without touching any of the ‘fun’ bits most ponies had to rely on.

Such was her toolbox that she needed none of that to get somepony off. And besides, seeing her aunt writhe under her ministrations was a thrill in its own right.

All too soon the end was fast approaching, there was little else she could do for these three and the next would have to be pulled. However, she wanted to go out with a bang. With her magic she lightly started to twist the third feather as she stuck out her tongue and slightly licked the base of the second from the underside.

The words that came out of Luna’s mouth caused Cadance to blush slightly. The night princess’s body was wracked in orgasmic bliss as she arched and swayed her back uncontrollably. Luna’s left wing shot out, no longer able to stay by her side. Her nethers grew from damp to dripping with her juices as she sprayed across the sheets behind her.

Cadance wanted to pause and admire her work, but she used this time to pull the next two feathers, knowing that in her current state Luna would not even feel it.

“Thou are an artist,” Luna said as she opened her eyes.

“We all have our talents, auntie.”

“Well, we demand your assistance more in future.” Luna said, before frowning at her own speech.

“Who said that we’re done, Auntie?”

Author's Note

Something we wrote in the middle of the night.
Sometimes, we're just bored.

by Twidashforever and HarmonySplit