Dash Wing Massage

>”INCOMING!”

>Before you could move out of the way, Dash pummeled straight into you, knocking you both to the ground.

>Today, Rainbow Dash asked you to come with her to watch her do some practice. Figuring you really had nothing else to do, you accepted.

>Ever since you arrived in Ponyville, she had been acting very bitter and cold to you, Twilight theorized she was just determining if you were a threat or not.

>One day she arrived at your door and demanded to be let in.

>”You’re… Different anon… You’re a mystery to me.” She said.

>You weren’t really sure what to think of it.

>”Are you… into ‘us’?”

>You presumed ‘us’ meant ponies.

>Well, you had been stuck in Equestria for a few months, and it was true that you were started to feel certain things for ponies.

>They were fucking horses, though.

>But there was something attractive about them that you couldn’t put your finger on.

“Yeah I guess.”

>She was satisfied with your answer and flew out.

>Ever since then, she had been coming to you during the day more and more.

>So here you are now, laying on the ground with a rainbow-maned pony on top of you.

>”Sorry about that, anon!” She blushed. “I guess I lost control…”

“Yeah…”

>For a few minutes, the two of you were on the ground, her on top of you, a maddening blush on her face.

“Hey Dash?”

>...”Yes, anon?”

“Can you maybe get off me?”

>”O- oh… Yeah…”

>She jumped off you and helped you to your feet.

>You could tell she was trying her best to hide the blush on her face, but to no avail.

>An awkward smile spread across her face as she giggled nervously.

>You had never seen her act like this before.

>Usually she was trying her damndest to look tough and strong.

>Occasionally, you saw something else. Something deeper.

>Perhaps the tough look was just a facade? An illusion she used to hide something?

>It wasn’t very important to you.

>You glance up at the Sun and see it is setting on the horizon.

>Looks to be getting late.

“Well, thanks for the good time, Dash. I think it’s getting a little late. I better get going.

>You turn back and walk away.

>”w- wait anon!”

>You stop dead in your tracks and turn to her.

“Yes?”

>She looks at the ground, pausing as she tries to figure out what to say.

>”Could you maybe… Give me a wing massage?” She mutters.

“What?”

>”Could you…”

>What the Hell is she saying?

“Could I what?”

>”For Celestia’s sake! Can you give me a wing massage!?” She screams at you, causing you to wince.

“Uh…”

>A wing massage?

>You presume she must of hurt it a little when she crashed.

“Okay I guess…”

>Dash grows nervous as you step forward.

>Carefully, you extend a hand and grab ahold of her wing gently.

>She shudders.

“You okay?”

>She blushes and nods wordlessly.

>Strange…

>Pegasi wings must be really sensitive.

 >You start to massage the tip of her wing, causing her to grunt.

>”Anon…” She whispers.

>You had to admit, she was pretty cute.

>You start massaging her wings, moving down the entire length of it.

>The wing grows stiff as you continue, and she moans and grunts.

>”Ohhhh…” A smile spreads across her face.

>”Harder… Please…”

>You comply.

>You start rubbing the wing harder than before, causing her to moan a little more.

>”Anon… I-...” She starts to say something but she quickly stops.

>What was she going to say?

“What, Dash? What is it?”

>”N- no… Nothing… Please keep going…”

>You weren’t going to give up that easily.

>You start slowing down a little and loosening your grip.

>”A- anon? Why are you stopping?” She sounds disappointed.

“Tell me what you were going to say.”

>She stubbornly shuts her eyes. “No.”

>For a split second, you massage it a little harder and faster, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and shudder, letting out a tiny moan.

>”Please… Keep going…”

>Now you aren’t going as hard as before.

>This drives her crazy.

“Tell me, Dash.” You keep pushing for answers.

>Dash stops moaning, and her frown is replaced with a scowl.

>”You idiot!”

>She shoves you to the ground.

“What? What did I do!?”

>”You idiot! Idiot! Idiot!”

>She throws her head into your chest.

>What the Hell?

“Dash, what’s wrong?”

>Is she… Crying?

>”Anon, don’t you get it!?”

>She looks up at you, tears falling from her eyes.

>”I like you…”

>...

>She likes you?

>You cast a confused look.

“You do?”

>”Yeah! Didn’t you see the signals? I was dropping you hints! I thought you didn’t like me back…”

>Huh.

>Kinda think of it… You did notice she was giving you a few hints, and she was flirting a little.

>But you dismissed that a her just teasing…

>You didn’t think…

“I- I didn’t know…”

>She buries her head on your chest.

“But Dash!”

>You sit up, and hold her head up so she is looking you in the eyes.

“I do like you!”

>She stops crying.

>”R- really?”

>Holy fucking shit, how the Hell could Dash be acting like this?

>You immediately think back to what you were thinking earlier

“Occasionally, you saw something else. Something deeper.”

“Perhaps the tough look was just a facade? An illusion she used to hide something?”

>Could this be that?

>What is under her facade?

>Only one way to find out…

>Without thinking, you press your lips against hers.

>She is surprised at first, you can feel it, but she quickly returns the kiss.

>”Anon…” She whispers through the kiss.

>For what felt like eternity, the two of you embraced each other under the sunset.

>To your surprise, she was the one who broke the kiss.

>”Anon…” She smiled.

“What is it, Dashie?”

>”Can we get back to that wing massage…?”

>You smirk.

“Sure.”

>”You still gotta do the other one…”

>She extends her right wing.

>”Righty likes it nice and slow…”

>Hah, she named her wings.

>Oddly, that is cute in a way.

>You hold her to your chest and move your free arm over to her wing, then grip the end of the length like you did with the other one.

>She shudders with the contact.

>”Anon… You make me feel so good…” She coos.

>This fills you with happiness.

>You start rubbing it hard and slow, moving down the entire length of the wing.

>”Anon~” She moans.

“Dash…”

>You reach the end of the wing, then go under the wing and into the ‘pit’ of it.

>This drives her wild.

>Throwing her head back, drool drips down her face. “ANON!”

>The wing is now stiff and as hard as a rock.

>She struggles to speak but only lets out a few moans.

>You slowly rub the inside of her wing, causing her throw her head into your chest.

>”LOVE!”

>You hold her tighter to your chest.

“I want you to feel good, Dash.”

>The Sun has now disappeared completely from the sky and night has set in.

>The moon shines down on you both.

>As much as you want to continue, you think it’s time to stop.

“Dash… It’s getting late…”

>You release her wing and put your hand on her back.

>”Wanna just… Sleep here?”

>Twilight will probably wonder where you are and why you aren’t back at the library, but you find yourself not caring.

>It feels like the weight of the world has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Sure…”

>You lay back, moving her body on top of your.

>Her wings spread around to both your sides, holding you in a warm embrace.

>The two of you fall asleep under the Moon.

>Instantly you feel sleepy.

>The last thought going through your mind is how beautiful her wings are.