Title:           Preening Dash
Author:          Churchpastebin
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/tDdLHn8c
First Edit:      Tuesday 17th of May 2016 06:11:34 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 17th of May 2016 06:11:34 PM CDT

"You ready Dash?"
>"Yea, let's just get this over with."
>Today is Dash's weekly wing cleaning.
>Her wings don't require very much maintenance, but they did need to be cleaned every once in a while.
>Usually she does it herself, but ever since you and her had been living together, you had done it for her.
>She always complains about it, but you knew how much she enjoyed it.
>Not that you'd tell anyone, or else "They will never find your body. Seriously, in a cloud is the last place they would look."
>Dash lays down on the couch in front of you, placing a brush next to her.
>You waste little time, snaking your fingers along her back to the base of her wing.
>You kneed the base, causing her to let out a soft moan.
>Her wings begin to unfurl, until they are totally straightened out.
>You look over to her face and see her blushing furiously.
"Having fun?"
>"S-shut up you dweeb.
>You decide up the ante, running your hand along the main bone, all the way up to the top.
>This elicits a shudder from her, running all the way up her wing.
>You work on her feathers, cleaning them with your nimble fingers.
>You run them through all the nooks and crannies of her wings, not missing a spot.
>You glance upwards to see her face partially buried in her front leg, a mad blush on her face, accompanied by a small smile.
>Getting a bit more adventurous, you grip the base, and run your hand up along the bone, wrapping the wing in your grip.
>This earns you a gasp from Dash.
>You let out a chuckle at this, which is met by a kick from Dash.
>You stop with your fingers and pick up the brush.
>You run it up the wings, which are at full mast now.
>A few loose feathers fall out, resting on the couch.
>After a few minutes of this, you wrap up your cleaning, getting between every feather.
>You release her wings, and lift her into your lap.
>She folds the wings back up and settles down in your lap.
>She lets out a small, satisfied sigh, resting her head on your lap.
>You scratch her behind her ear absent-mindedly
>"Thanks Nonny, you're the best. Behind me, of course."
>She closes her eyes, and drifts off to sleep, you not long after.
 
FIN