A Wing in Hoof
by The Tentacle Master
For my friend Thunderdash. Written for him and only him.
In a farmhouse bordering Sweet Apple Acres - not THE Apple Family farm house, but another owned by one who regularly worked the apple plantation - a red-coated pegasus woke to a noon-day sun beating on his eyelids. Stretching his limbs, he yawned the sleep away until his spread wing pushed him off the couch. He couldn't really consider how dumb it was to throw himself off the couch, because he happened to have landed on his other wing. His sprained wing. The whole reason he was on a couch, in a farmhouse that wasn’t his, on the edge of Sweet Apple Acres.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow...” Thunderdash repeated over and over to himself, as he got back onto the couch. The sensitive appendage throbbed its displeasure.
‘That stupid stallion,’ he thought to himself, ‘It was all his fault.’ He glanced to his barely-folded, hurt wing. The crimson-red feathers always gave Thunderdash cause for concern; it was so easy not to notice any bleeding. Anytime he’d crash, he’d have to feel for any wet spots; blood soaking into fur. His eyes moved to the light zebra stripes, a gift from his grandmother’s lineage. She had told him, in her ancestral tribe, such coloration would have marked a great warrior. He had to admit, he did look fairly intimidating with his blood-red coat and his grey and charcoal mohawk, but looking tough sure as buck didn’t stop his wing from feeling like he flew into a tree with it.
Which is what he did.
Or fell into it, if you want to get technical. He had been about to land on a branch to talk to his friend when, out of the blue, his eyes noticed... something about the other stallion, the way he turned to look up at him, the way he had just bucked that apple tree, the way his flanks rippled... What?! Thunderdash shook his head and buried it between his hooves. For some reason, completely unrelated to his toned friend, his wings flared out and locked up as he tripped on the branch he was about to land on. Luckily for him, on the way down, most of the branches caught him in the face and chest, but one landed a square blow right across his right wing. He didn’t remember much after hitting the ground, only a few snippets, like his friend taking him back to his farm house, and possibly Rainbow Dash giving him a once over, and laughing her flank off.
The sound of a door opening and closing brought him from his reverie.
Thunderdash raised his head from between his forelegs. His ears homed in on the hoofsteps of another pony walking through the farm house. Flicking his tail and fighting to rearrange the sprained wing at his side, the pegasus waited for his visitor. He wasn't quite sure why he was so alert. He knew exactly who it was; the cause of his problems. After the sound of saddlebags hitting a far-off table, a light brown Earth pony, with three horseshoes for a cutie mark, walked into the room, and smiled at the site of the other stallion.
“How’s the wing?” He asked.
Thunderdash glanced down at the injured appendage and responded, “It’s down to a low throb.”
“Ah, I thought so. That's why I got a bottle of... uh,” he glanced about himself for something. “Oh, it's in my bags.”
Retracing his steps back through the house, Caramel retrieved his bags in his mouth and brought them back to where Thunderdash rested.
“I grabbed a bottle of Skyweed Extract. Its supposed to sooth pain in wings, but not...”
“Clog the feathers,” Thunderdash finished. He smiled, “It’s an old pegasus remedy, and it works. Thanks.”
“Heh, sometimes I can do something right.” Rummaging through the bags, Caramel found the bottle of medicine and unstopped it. Turning back to the pegasus, he said, “Spread your wing and I'll put it on.”
“Oh, um...” A slight blush spread across his muzzle, unseen through his fur, at the thought of another pony rubbing his wings. They were very sensitive!
“Oh, stop being such a foal, it can't hurt that much.”
“Well no its just that... uh...” Thunderdash mumbled. Clearly this pony didn't understand pegasi physiology.
“Come on, pony up!”
Straining, the stallion gave in and spread his wing as much as he could, fighting against the shooting pains traveling down the appendage and into his back. It hurt. A lot.
Presented with a half-extended wing, Caramel took the bottle in his teeth and drizzled it along the length of the appendage and the pair watched as the liquid soaked past the covert feathers and into the limb.
Setting down the bottle, the stallion looked at a job well done, “There.”
Thunderdash looked down at his wing then back to his friend, “Oh, aren't you, uh... gonna rub it in?”
“Rub it in?” Caramel gave him a blank look.
“Yeah, it should say on the bottle, but uh, you don’t have to. I think I can manage with my chin.”
“Oh, it does say to rub it in... gently,” Caramel read. Thunderdash cringed at the last word. The Earth pony looked up, “I can do that for you.”
“No, really, it’s okay, I can just...”
“Uh huh, and end up falling off the couch,” Caramel deadpanned. “Just let me do it, I won’t hurt you.”
Thunderdash looked away and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping his embarrassment wouldn't be too apparent. Getting hurt was not what concerned him.
“Okay fine. Go for it,” he relented.
Caramel rearranged himself next to the pegasus, and positioned a hoof under the wing to support it.
“Ready?” He said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Thunderdash tried to hide the growing feeling of trepidation.
Bringing down his other hoof on top of the wing, Caramel slowly began to work the sweet smelling oil into the flesh of the wing. Failing to suppress a shudder, Thunderdash hid his face and corresponding blush in the crook of the couch. Sure pegasi had sensitive wings, the better to react to air pressures and such, but an injured wing was always on edge. He was expecting an intense, alien touch, but Caramel’s hooves rubbing in little circles felt so good. He shuddered again, causing his wing to move.
“Hold still.”
“Y-yeah,” mumbled Thunderdash into the couch. Caramel had started in the middle of his wing and was working his way toward the tip. Each little rubbed circle brought a quick ache, then wondrous bliss as the oil took effect. The earth pony stared at the wing, seemingly very concentrated on his task, while the pony attached to it desperately tried to resist the urge to thrash about. It hurt, it tickled, and felt increasingly pleasurable all at the same time. He could feel the burning in his cheeks starting to travel up to his ears. Just as he was to cry out for him to stop, a voice inside shouted, ‘Keep going!’
Having reached the end of the wing, Caramel released it, eliciting a contented sigh from Thunderdash. A contentment that was short lived as overwhelming signals once again rocked his brain when Caramel started back in the middle and began to work his way to the base of the wing.
Using what little brain power he had left, he rolled slightly to the side, pinning his good wing against the couch, as the wing threatened to shoot outward in his arousal. ‘Arousal?!’ Thunderdash thought, ’oh no, oh no, it’s not that! I’m just really worked up! He has no idea what he’s doing to me! He’s bucking stroking my wing!’
‘And you love it,’ said another voice in his head. At that moment Caramel hit an overly sensitive spot, and a deep shudder ran from the base of his neck to the dock of his tail. The touch was unreal to the pegasus, and he moaned into the couch, in both frustration and bliss.
“What was that?” asked Caramel, not looking away from the wing.
“Mmmpfhmmhp,” mumbled Thunderdash into the couch.
The stricken pegasus then noticed that under the other pony’s ministrations, the wing had fully extended itself, and Caramel no longer had to hold it to put good pressure on it. Moving down the wing Caramel finally reached its base, and Thunderdash had another body-wracking shudder from his chest to his loins. His loins?! ‘Oh no, oh no, Caramel is too good at this,’ he thought. ‘This is so embarrass-ss...’ His mind trailed off, distracted and eager to follow the pleasurable feeling of the wing-stroking Caramel had started, because thinking about what was probably growing underneath him would only make it worse. With his spare hoof Caramel tilted Thunderdash’s body toward him. His good wing, no longer pinned against the couch shot up in the air against his side.
‘Oh, it’s over now,’ he thought to himself. Surely his friend would realize now what he was doing to him.
Thunderdash went completely rigid and his eyes shot open as the last thing he expected happened. Caramel had begun to stroke his good wing with his spare hoof. At the odd angle, he couldn’t travel up the whole length of the wing, but he didn't have to. After a couple strokes, the poor pegasus’s body melted down into the couch, while Caramel continued to smear him around by his wings. Thunderdash tried to form words to protest, but the words died in his mouth; incoherent snippets and mumbles dribbling off his tongue. Another urgent matter made its way through the queue in his brain to get processed: His wings weren’t the only things getting stiff. ‘This is so bad,’ was the only response he could give himself.
After another long moan from Thunderdash into the couch, Caramel took his hooves away and stood up.
“Did I ever tell you my father was a pegasus?”
Thunderdash raised his head. A powerful blush stood out from under his red fur.
”Whaa...?” He asked with wide eyes. ‘He had known exactly what he was doing...’
Caramel chuckled and pecked the flustered pegasus on the cheek. “You’re a silly pony.”
Author's Note
Thanks to arandompenguin for tearing through my story with a vengeance and making it acceptable to read.
