Feathers in the Clouds

by Nuggetio

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Sex
Length: 3844

You massage and preen your crush, Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash has never been the best at taking care of herself, and it shows, both in how tense she is, and from how desperately her wings need to be preened.

A friendly chat leads from one thing, to the other...

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This is a Reader x Dash fic. Includes preening, and wholesome, consensual fingering.

Published 2023-04-27 18:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-04-27 18:20:00 UTC

Forest of Feathers

Feathers in the Clouds

By ScrewCat

The house, built up of densely packed clouds, floating high above the town of Ponyville below, holds a conversation between two, close friends. A pegasus pony- sitting comfortably on her haunches- named Rainbow Dash… and you.

“So basically, the guy was super lame.” She rambles on, waving her forehoof.

“What, lamer than me?” You reply, cracking a smirk.

“Whaaat? No way dude!” She snickers, lightly punching your elbow with her hoof. Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt.

“You’re super cool! For a human.” She wisecracks.

This is the way things are between you and Rainbow Dash. You and her make an incredibly unlikely duo. A human from a far away land, becoming close friends with the Rainbow Dash. A pegasus known for her awe-inspiring tricks, one of the Elements of Harmony, part of the Wonderbolts! It just never seemed possible. And yet… here you two are.

What Rainbow Dash doesn’t know, though… is your true feelings for her.

You have always admired her. The way she speaks, the way she looks at you, hell, even the way she walks would nearly set your face on fire- if you could blush any harder.

And yet, Rainbow Dash always takes it in stride. Almost like she doesn’t notice.

You don’t mind, of course. You figure that just being friends with her was more than enough! Why would you want anything more? It’d be even more embarrassing if she did notice. You’re thankful that she seemingly doesn’t.

“Anyways… that date was out the window. Literally. I mean, the dude footed the bill and actually flew out the window.”

You let out a laugh. “For real? First date and he doesn’t even pay?” You shake your head. “I would never.”

The mare chuckles, and you look at her eyes… just for a moment... Only to see that beautiful magenta staring back.

Quickly you avert your gaze, your face burning red with embarrassment. “I- I mean, not that I’d… get the chance..” You chuckle, under your breath.

Dash’s expression falters. She looks… disappointed? “Nah… You’ll get your chance.”

You smile, looking back up at her. “If I’m lucky.”

“Aw, c’mon man! Give yourself some credit. Sure, you’re a lil’ different. Walk on two legs, no fur, and I mean… you got… those things.” She points at your hands as she rambles, a little uncharacteristically. Something has her mind moving at an unusual pace.

“But they’re actually super neat! Lemme get a better look at them!” She reaches out, grabbing a part of you with her hooves, pulling it, and you, close.

“WhOA-”

Her pull is strong, and you come nearly face to face with her. She doesn’t seem to notice, far too focused on the intricacies of your hand.

“Your whole forehoo- uh…” She pauses, unsure of the terminology.

You look down, seeing what she’s holding. “F-Forearm…?”

“Forearm, yeah. You can move that way more than I can move my hoof! And, you’ve got 5… pokers here.”

“Those are fingers.” You smirk a little, wiggling them, then looking up at her directly. Her expression is so… curious. Like a filly discovering what candy is for the first time. Her innocence to human anatomy is… cute.

“Fingers, right. And… they all bend!”

“Your… point?” You raise an eyebrow, still smiling at her.

“Well, it’s like. I dunno, what can you do with that?”

“I-” You’re unsure how to answer that. To a pony, there must be a lot of things comparatively. But… you aren’t a pony. You’re a human. All of the things that you’d do on a daily basis aren’t exactly anything you’ve taken for granted. “I mean… A lot of things? Hold stuff, shape stuff, squeeze stuff…”

“Yeah, see! I can hardly do all that with one hoof!”

“What, really?”

Rainbow Dash snorts, letting your arm rest on the couch, as she brings her hoof up to your face, displaying it. “You think I can hold stuff with this? C’mon, feel it.”

You look at her. “Huh?”

“Try and find out how I could hold something here!” She snickers, jokingly.

So… you do. You reach forwards, looking at her hoof. It’s a bit different from what you’d expect. Fur matts lightly over the solid part of the hoof, where it’d meet the ground. The hoof itself has a hard, almost hollow feeling, somewhat like your own fingernails. The outside, however, is completely different from the base, which is concave. Just the edges of the hoof are hard, but on the inside… It’s soft, almost like the paw of a cat. It’s the last thing you’d expected.

You tilt your head, kind of surprised.

“...You could balance an apple or something.”

Rainbow Dash cackles. “You serious? It’d roll right off!”

She continues laughing, before looking at you, still smirking. “With your… finger things, you can… y’know, hold it. Now come on, what else can those things do?”

You chuckle, and continue listing off what your hands- specifically, your fingers- are capable of. “I can... Knead stuff,scratch stuff-”

“Whoa, wait, scratch?” Dash interrupts, confused.

“Uh… Yeah?”

She tilts her head, almost like a puppy would when it hears a high pitched squeak. “Uh… Wwwhhhat’s that?”

Your small smirk cracks into a grin. Surely she knows… There’s no way she’s never heard of ‘scratching an itch.’

“Y-You- You don’t know what scratching is?”

“No?” She replies, completely unaware.

It’s your turn. Your grin bursts into laughter, as you lean back. “I- Do you never get an itch?!”

Rainbow Dash’s face scrunches into a pout. “I- I do! But I can’t ever get at it!”

Your laugh winds down, chuckling lightly. “Alright- Alright… Then where’s your itch?”

Dash’s squints. “What?”

“Well if you’ve got an itch…” You say, plainly. “I can scratch it.”

“I- Well- O-Okay? Just…” She stammers, trying hard to form a proper sentence. “I dunno… My… My head, I guess?”

“Alright, got it.”

You lean closer, this time under your own volition. Dash pulls back… just an inch or two… Before she relaxes, letting you get closer.

Gently, your hand reaches behind her ear. As the side of your hand grazes it, you feel it flap in response, sensitive to the slight rub caused by your movement. It taps lightly against your wrist. You pay it no mind, as your hand makes contact with the area just behind her ear. Calmly, you use your index and middle finger to create a small scritching motion.

Her ears droop slightly, her neck relaxing as you finally take care of that irritating itch she’s likely had for a while now. Her eyes close, enjoying the sensation.

“Heh… alright…” She smiles, softly. “L-Like I said… Hands are... really cool…” She murmurs, her voice trailing off with a breath.

A warm smile spreads across your face. “Yeah… Guess so.”

You feel her head push against your hand, encouraging you to scratch harder. You happily oblige, and she sighs, even more comfortable.

After a moment of silence, she opens her eyes slightly, still lidded with relaxation. “So… you can do… other things, too, right?”

“I mean… Sure… But… What, though?”

“...Back when Gilda and I would hang out, she’d always use her talons on my back, and make like… this rubbing motion?” She tries her best to show what she means with her hooves… It isn’t very effective. Still, you’re able to figure out what she means.

“A massage?”

“Is that what that is? I thought that was just a frilly thing Rarity did.”

You frown slightly. “I… think everyone needs a massage at some point. Helps relieve stress.”

Dash looks unsure, and you’re quick to clarify.

“It’s actually common for athletic types. I… kind of figured you knew?”

Dash shakes her head. “No… I mean, at most I’ve sat in a sauna, but… never had an actual massage.”

The two of you are silent.

“Want me to try?” You ask.

Dash hesitates. “...Yeah.”

“Alright… Lie down on your stomach, I’ll take care of it from there…”

Your voice is softer now, as you give Dash room to move off her haunches, and lie onto her stomach.

She shifts a bit as she gets into position, and relaxes.

Carefully, you move on top of her, straddling her back a bit.

Dash tenses slightly as she feels you rest your body on her rear. “W-What are you-”

Your face goes red, not even realizing the implications of this position until now “Oh- sorry, I just… can’t… reach your back easily otherwise… Want me to…?” You begin to move, lightening the pressure on her, as you offer to get up.

“No, it’s… alright…”

You pause… before nodding. “O-Okay…”

You settle in again, relaxing yourself. Your hands shake, slightly… but the moment your palms make contact with the fur that coats her back… they become steady.

Your hands wander up her back, as you look for any spot that’s tense… It isn’t long before you find it. Her rightmost trapezius, the muscle that connects the arm to the back, is stiff, and tight. Your hands become focused on the spot, cupping around her muscle. You begin to knead, and rub the area.

Dash’s breathing picks up. She lets out a low groan. “I-Is it... S-supposed to ache?” Her raspy voice is soft, and unsure.

“Well… When you’re this tense, for a bit, yeah.”

Dash sighs again, feeling your hands work around the dense area, the tension in the muscle slowly fading.

As your hands move, you feel it… slowly getting softer… more relaxed. Her breathing begins to regulate, slowing back down… After a moment, she moans comfortably.

“O-Okay… y-yeah... That… mmnnh..” Words fail the pegasus, her body becoming more and more relaxed by the moment.

“That helps...?” You ask, just to be sure.

“Hell yeah…” She murmurs softly.

You chuckle. She’s completely different like this… Melting under your hands. Watching her relax, her eyes slowly shut… She’s so beautiful.

What even had her so stressed…? Surely she can’t be having that much trouble…

The more you think about it, the more you begin to realize… She's been acting off for a while now… Why?

You realize the muscle you’ve been working on now feels softer… no longer tense.

“Mh… my- my other leg…” She mutters.

“Don’t worry, I’m on it…” You smile, mirroring what you’d done on the other side, listening to her grunt softly, her breath picking up. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“Nnnah… Just... Relieving.”

The tension in her muscle, as you begin to work it backwards… feels more like a knot. As you move the pressure back up towards her spine, it becomes a little difficult to properly reach it. As it is… her wings are in the way.

“H-hey, Dash...?”

“Mh...?”

“Can you... Open your wings? Just so I can… get to this a bit better?”

“Oh, uh… y-you s-sure…?

“Yeah…”

“A-Alright… just... Try not to get hit by them…”

You chuckle and nod, leaning back so her wings have room to unfurl.

Her wings unfold, fluttering open in front of you. It definitely makes work a lot easier. With her wings out of the way, the access to the areas along her sides are more accessible… but now that her wings are closer to you… you can see that they too need attention. Bent, or broken feathers… Some where the vane has been stripped… some that have debris, like broken leaves or dirt… even some new ones that are just growing in that need straightening.

You continue to rub the knot out of her leg, listening to her breathing as it slows, while still closely observing the damaged feathers. Your face saddens. She hasn’t really been taken care of properly, has she?

“So… you’ve never gotten a massage, or… anything?”

“Well, I mean, Rarity… tried to once. But her hooves… weren’t exactly the best. But, aside from that, I… I do the ‘basics,’ brushing and showering…” She pauses. “...Why?”

You wish you could tell her. That she needs someone else to take care of her.

That you could be that someone.

Instead, you let out a small breath. “No reason, just... Curious.”

Rainbow Dash seems content with that response… and the room goes silent again, as you continue to take care of the knot in her shoulder.

Before long, the tense feeling in her trapezius has subsided. You stare, just a moment longer at her wings. The somber feeling returns…

Hesitantly... You reach a hand up, carefully putting one hand to her wing. You hear her perk up, confused. You put the other hand to one of the bent feathers, gripping it lightly at the base…

You pluck.

There’s a soft feeling of a snap, as the feather dislodges from her wing.

Rainbow Dash tenses. “gAH!” She shouts in pain.

You jump, letting go of her wing, and dropping the feather to the floor.

Dash nearly bucks you off of her. “O-Okay! Hah- Alright, let’s… n-not...!”

You push back, trying to give her room to move. “S-Sorry! Sorry- I… You just… Have a lot of… messed up feathers...”

Rainbow Dash inhales- before her breath catches, trying her best to stay patient with you. “Look.… I... My wings are... Really sensitive. And… preening is kind of… intimate? And… p-personal?”

“H-Huh? Preening?”

“Yeah… Preening. Like… cleaning your feathers… It’s… not exactly something that friends do… casually?” She squints, almost wincing as she explains.

“S-Shit... My… my bad…” You, too, wince. It kind of hurts to hear her say that.

“It’s… It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Dash smiles, understanding. “You’re a human, y’know? Don’t exactly got these…” She titters, flapping her wings to enunciate.

A soothing feeling rushes through you, hearing her already shrug the interaction off.

“But, hey… if you… really are interested in the wings…” She casts a sly smirk that makes your heart beat, just a little harder. “That muscle where they flap from… y’know, around the wings...? Sore as hell. Think you could get it?”

You titter. “Yeah, absolutely.” Already, you get to work, starting first on her left wing.

“...It’s cool that you’re doing this.” She chuckles. “Really. It’s nice.”

“Yeah…” You reply with a grin. Someone has to look out for you…

The muscles that control her wings aren’t necessarily tense, or tight… Just in need of a little attention.

Your fingers press against her soft fur, comfortably rubbing the area.

“Y-Yeah… there ya go…” She sighs, stretching out a bit more on the couch, really getting cozy.

You’ve never seen her like this before, not around you. The way she practically turns to putty under your touch is such an enthralling experience. You honestly wish you could… “preen” her, but… you wouldn’t want to risk making her uncomfortable.

That is, until she speaks.

“Sorry if I uh… freaked you out about the wings thing.” She speaks quietly.

“No- No, it’s cool. I get it.” You reply, trying your best to stay calm. “I don’t wanna make you… think anything weird.”

“It wasn’t weird.”

Her voice is soft, but direct. Like a sweet way of correcting you. It was also an admission to something you never expected. But… there’s no way.

Your lip trembles as you open your mouth, trying to clarify what you meant. “I- I mean… l-like you said… it’s an… intimate... thing...?” You’re stammering, not really wording what you’re thinking in quite the best way.

“Yeah. It’s alright.” Her voice is still calm. Still soothing. Your hands move off her back, away from her wings. You can’t help but look at her, trying to read her, trying to understand what she means.

You can just see the redness welling up in her cheeks.

Her head turns a little, but not to meet your own stare. It’s like she can’t. Not yet.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Because… Uh…”

“I wouldn’t allow just anyone.”

Her wings ruffle slightly. Your eyes are, again, caught by the feathers that need to be straightened, fluffed, plucked…

She’s basically asking you to. Asking you to preen her wings, to commit to something so personal.

The shakiness in your hands return, as you reach up to her left wing. Your fingers make contact with the humerus bone. Her wing feels so sturdy… so magnificent.

Your eyes comb across the many feathers that span the length of her wing. The best way to do this would be to work from the bottom, and go upwards. So, from the bottom, you begin.

The feathers here are a bit more hectic. Most of them are bent, or twisted, others missing their vane. Most of the damage is no doubt because they move so much more, grinding against each other, due to the flapping.

“You’ve… got a lot of damaged ones here.”

“It’s alright… take them out…”

With your index and your thumb… you grab the base of one of the snapped feathers.

Rainbow Dash lets out a small gasp, feeling it tighten against her wing. “D-Do it.”

You nod… and again, you pull. The feather dislodges from the rest, making the pegasus shift beneath you. She lets out a sharp breath, followed by a comfortable moan. Your fears are washed away as you hear her comfort.

“W-What does that... Feel like…?” You murmur.

“It’s… a small sting… but so relieving. Like… a good pain…” She lies her head down on the couch, relaxing further as you continue to move your hands through her wings.

Behind you, you can feel her rear hooves shifting a bit… She’s getting fidgety. You chalk it up to her relief…

You continue to pluck, pulling at bent, or plainly loose feathers. You’re not an expert at it by any means… but already, she’s looking like she’s been cared for so much more passionately than before.

The whole time, Rainbow Dash is grunting… groaning… sighing sharply… She’s in love with it. Her fidgeting gets more intense… You don’t notice it yet, but a small puddle of secretions is forming on the couch cushion.

Further up the wing, the feathers are less broken… and just in need of fluffing, and straightening. Like running your hand through hair, you start at the base of the forest of feathers, and comb your way outwards, straightening and facing the feathers in the same direction. Bits of debris are wedged free, falling to the floor below.

Rainbow Dash moans, eagerly. “O-Oh Celestia… d-do that again…”

Your face is red, hearing her heavy exhales… but you oblige, again sinking your fingers into her feathers, and combing outwards. Each individual finger straightens the feathers around them, dust and crumbled bits of leaves, where she clipped a tree during flight, falling out, dislodging from the wings. Each stroke through the soft sea of cyan-blue fluffiness pushes Rainbow Dash deeper into a horny stupor.

Just like before… she’s melting under your touch. Her wings display something else. They’re flittering… twitching excitedly. Every time your hand makes contact with the feathers that line the length of the wing, the wings twitch in response.

Despite how excited she is… you continue moving your hand up her wings, reaching the feathers at the tip. These are fluffier, frazzled bits of feather sticking up where the wind would impact them directly, as opposed to smoothly gliding across them.

Again, keeping her wing steady, you use your thumb, index, and middle finger to groom the feathers, making a gentle pulling motion, starting at the base, and straightening the vane of the feather to be more organized, allowing the barbs to reconnect, and become more sturdy.

Each time your fingers rub across the fluffy feathers, Rainbow Dash murmurs something you can’t quite make out. You bite your lip, listening to her pleasures. She had mentioned the wings were sensitive… but you didn’t think she meant like this.

“P-Please…” Her low, sultry whisper interrupts your thoughts. “I… I need you…” Her voice is shaky, desperate.

“What?”

“T-Touch me…”

“I… I am…”

“No. Touch me.”

“Are you… su-”

“Touch. Me.” She nearly growls.

You nod, taking your hands off of her wings. They stay spread, still twitching, their sensitivity causing them to ruffle every few moments. You move backwards, toward the corner of the couch, giving you room to reach behind her. From here… you can see the effect of your work. A clear liquid drips from her slit, which twitches and winks with lust.

With the hands that have been the subject matter for the whole day, you reach forwards toward her pussy, feeling the warmth radiating from it.

Your dexterous fingers make contact with the wet folds between her legs, and Rainbow Dash shivers. You watch her carefully, making sure she’s enjoying this.

When she moans… you know she is, and push further.

Your hand slowly slips into her opening, first just your index and middle finger. She’s… surprisingly tight. Her warm wetness tightening around your hands. You continue… sliding your finger in... and out… in… and out.

Her breath gets heavier, and shakier. “F-Fuck… f-faster..”

You nod, wordlessly, moving your fingers faster, wiggling them slightly in the narrow space that you can work with.

“D-Down... M-more…” She murmurs.

You look down… noticing that her clit is engorged, throbbing needily. Your hand adjusts… turning inside of her, which makes her squirm.

Using the fingers already inserted, and your thumb, you create a sort of claw shape… and lightly squeeze her clit.

Rainbow Dash lets out a shout.

Immediately, she cums.

You watch as liquid squirts onto your hands, your eyes going wide. She was on the edge of an orgasm for so long… that she came in moments.

She’s left panting heavily… taking long, deep breaths as she tries to regain her composure.

“I love you…” She lets out, in between gasps.

Your face goes red, and you say the only thing you can think of.

“I love you too.”

She chuckles, lightly, getting up. She turns around on the couch, walking over to you. Before you even have a chance to react- her lips are pressed against yours… giving you a loving kiss.

Your eyes stay wide, your face still blushes…

She pulls back, sitting down again, putting her hooves between her hind legs, essentially sitting pretty, waiting for you to properly process everything.

It takes a few moments… but soon, you’re understanding.

“Did we just…”

“Kiss? Yeah.”

“Just after-”

“You made me cum? Yeah.” Her smirk grows wider. She seems proud of herself.

“Which was because-”

“You were preening me, mhm!”

“...Are we dating?”

“Would you like to be?”

“...Yeah.”

“Cool, then it’s official.” She snickers, leaning forward, and cuddling into you. You look down at her, watching her snuggle happily into you.

“...How long have you felt like that…?”

“A while.” Her face goes kinda red, burying her own head in your chest, almost trying to hide.

You smirk. “Wow… S-Same…”

She titters, letting the room go quiet… Until she pulls back up, resting her chin on your chest, looking up at you.

“Want me to give you your own massage?~”

Your face is immediately red.

“W-Wh... u-uh…”

“I’ll take that as a yes… Lie down~”