Rainbow Dash yawned as she flew back home, tired from a day of hard work. Pushing clouds around was more exhausting than most earthbound ponies knew, and she'd done more than her fair share that day - Blossomforth was once again sick, so Rainbow had needed to cover her section.

She was so, so very looking forward to a nap once she got to her cloudhouse.

As she neared her home, she glanced at the ground below it, checking the mailbox below. A quick look to see whether its cutie mark flag was up, signifying the presence of any mail.

However, she could not see it today. The entire mailbox was covered with something brown, and very, very familiar.

A stetson hat.

Her eyes widened, and she aimed her flight downwards, landing gently next to the hat. She lifted it off of its resting place, taking a moment to inhale.

Earth and dust.

Dear Celestia, it still smelled like her.

She set the hat on her head, and flew back up to her home. Now, more than ever, she'd need that nap. She'd need the energy for when night fell.

She just hoped she wasn't too excited to sleep.

Applejack grinned as she heard the sound of wingbeats, stretching out to languidly lay out on the Cutie Mark Crusader’s clubhouse bed. The fillies had installed it some months ago, in case they wanted to spend the night there, instead of having to roll out a sleeping bag every time.

But right now, it was a picture of equine divinity, as Applejack’s body lay on the bed, stretched out, with hairties undone and her mane spread out over her back. Celestia be damned, at that moment, Applejack was the hottest pony alive.

At least, that’s what Rainbow thought when she opened the clubhouse door.

“Ah see you got my signal.”

The stetson wearing pegasus grinned, trotting closer to the other mare, until their muzzles met in a slow, but passionate kiss. It held for a good minute, until they separated, slightly out of breath.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

As Rainbow lifted a hoof to Applejack’s hat, the orange mare stopped her with her own hoof, shaking her head. “Keep it on, Sugar. Tonight, Ah’m making you sing.”

Rainbow shuddered as the words met her ears. The throaty, purring tone Applejack had used was already enough to drive Rainbow wild. Knowing what was coming next was even better.

She stepped onto the bed as Applejack stood up, making room for the pegasus to lay down on her stomach. Applejack slowly circled the other pony, until she was facing Rainbow’s back. She smirked at the rainbow tail’s twitchiness, then stepped forward until her hooves surrounded Rainbow’s body, looming over her lover.

She bent her head, blowing warm air onto the pegasus’ ears, then gently nipped it as it flicked under the hat. Rainbow’s breath caught in a strangled mewl, clearly already enjoying herself.

Yet Applejack hadn’t even truly started.

She released the ear, and whispered into it. “Spread ‘em for me, Dash.”

Applejack stepped back, allowing Rainbow to slowly spread her wings to the fullest extent. The farmer swallowed at the sight, knowing just how much Dash was enjoying this. She’d learned that the spontaneous, sudden wing ‘erections’ were out of a pegasus’ control, all related to excitement.

Rainbow’s current display, however, spoke of so much more. It told Applejack that the pegasus trusted her completely, utterly, and unconditionally. She was fully exposing her pride and joy, displaying the most important part of a pegasus’ body. The slow spread of the wings was a very, very sensual thing,

That, and Rainbow was showing those darned wings off. By moving them so slowly, a pegasus drew attention to them in a more direct way than a casual flap. It caught the eye, and kept it there. To a pegasus, it was a clear signal of attraction and love.

But Dash’s wings went beyond that. They were gorgeous. Toned, strong, yet light and fragile. The color of the sky.

Wings were already exotic enough to a normal pony. Dash’s could turn any mare or stallion pegasexual.

And they were Applejack’s. Those wings belonged to her, and her alone.

Rainbow had given Applejack her heart and her wings.

And in return, Applejack had given Dash her heart and her hat.

Dash knew what it meant - it was a family hierloom, and the farmer’s most prized possession. She’d sell her farm, her home, and even give up her life before she’d part with it. It was practically a part of her body.

Yet Dash could wear it, could call it her own.

Truly, they had made an equivalent exchange.

Applejack carefully drew closer to the wings, grinning to herself as her mind wandered. Right then, she felt like a famous musician, ready to wow the crowd.

For she was the grand master, the virtuoso of her time.

She could make her instrument sing, and cry out her name for encores even when it neared exhaustion.

And as her lips touched the first feather, Dash truly sang.

Author's Note

Not so much going for the clop, as I clearly stopped before that... but I wanted to expand on wing language. Hope this headcanon spreads ;)