Anonstallion Soarin thing


                                            >You are Anonstallion

                                            >It's evening

                                            >You're just about done with the dishes, always the least fun part in baking pies for Soarin'

                                            >They... aren't the best, but you've only just started learning how to make them and he enjoys them, he's even been pretty encouraging so far

                                            >And there we go, last dish put away, now what to do?

                                            >You go out into the balcony, staring out into wider Cloudsdale as the sunset rolls around, it's pretty but it's not like you can just waltz out and take a walk, your earth pony hooves would just fall through

                                            >Soarin's house is the only one specifically made to support non-winged ponies such as yourself, just so he doesn't have to carry you on his back everywhere

                                            >Although that would be nice sometimes, resting ontop his back, stroking his mane

                                            >You don't have much time to daydream about that though before you hear the door open

                                            >He's home

                                            >You turn around and trot towards him

                                            "Welcome home, Soar! How was practice today?"

                                            >He seems to look a bit tired, you can clearly see it in his eyes too, must've been a particularly exhausting day for him

                                            >"It could've went better 'Nonny, least I don't have to hear Spit yell at me every time I'm even slightly out of formation"

                                            >Even his voice has a tinge of tiredness to it, you really want to just help him rest up

                                            >He notices the smell of that pie you made for him, a slight smile forming on his face as he trots toward the table

                                            >"You're improving pretty fast 'Nonny, I swear you'll make me a fatass so fast it'll make Rainbow blush if you keep this up!"

                                            >You giggle at his gaff, maybe you wouldn't mind him becoming a little plumper in all the right places

                                            >"That might just be my favorite pie you've made yet!"

                                            "And you're my favorite pie ever, honey"

                                            >"Oh shut up, you~!"

                                            >You spend the entire time he's munching on that pie throwing cheesy one-liners at each other, then talking about how each other's days went

                                            >"-and yeah, those new tricks she had us do, I swear I felt like my spine was about to break like a twig with how much contorting and aerial acrobatics we had to do, and man I still kinda feel like Granny Smith with how sore my joints feel after all of this."

                                            "Yeah, I get the Wonderbolts need to show off some cooler and seemingly impossible tricks, but she's pushed all of you pretty hard there, didn't she? Must be pretty rough trying to keep up."

                                            >"It is, at least when the shows come around, man do the bits roll in, but man sometimes I feel like my body just can't take much more of this, you know?"

                                            "I getcha, we should lay down now, the sun's already down and it's dark anyways"

                                            >There's a little twinkle in your eyes as you realize something

                                            "Wait, you said your joints were sore, right? Well, I could try giving you a-"

                                            >"Massage?"

                                            >Soar and him completing your sentences, he wouldn't be him if he didn't do that constantly

                                            "Well yeah, a massage. My first time doing one actually, I'm not a Spa twin after all"

                                            >"Figured you'd suggest something like that!"

                                            >You cross your hooves, you always feel shy asking these sorts of things

                                            "Soooo, would you mind me giving you one, or at least attempt to give you one?"

                                            >"Sure, can't learn if ya don't try after all!"

                                            >Oh Celestia his dorky voice is always so nice to listen to

                                            >He walks over to the bed, resting belly down onto the bed with his hindhooves hanging down from the bed, and his toned, soft back being in full view

                                            >"Well, about the joint thing, it's that and my back, that feels sore too. Don't worry /toooo/ much about doing it wrong, if anything I can just guide you to where you should massage me!"

                                            "Always so kind, Soar~"


                                            "I-I don't know how all this pony anatomy works, I hope you don't mind me wingin' it in some places"

                                            >"You'll be fine 'Nonny, don't worry about it!"

                                            >You place your hooves down on his back, around where his own front hooves meet, and you start pressing down, rubbing and kneading that area

                                            >At least, that's how it's done, right?

                                            >Even though you know he's a strong pony you still don't want to press down too hard and make it painful for him, or worse, break something

                                            >You only have one Soar after all

                                            >He seems to be letting out little whimpers and groans as you knead and rub his back, moving from side to side, down to his front hooves too, feeling up his soft, light blue coat as you rub those aching joints of his

                                            >Those little noises he makes sound so cute, since he's making them you must be doing a good job, right?

                                            >You then move around to his back again, this time rubbing and kneading in a circular motion as you slowly move down, spreading apart to make sure you cover as much of his back as possible

                                            >Your hooves brush up against his wings, his body whimpering as your hooves touch his feathers

                                            "Did I do something wrong, Soar?"

                                            >"N-not at all 'Nonny, just a little sensitive over there is all."

                                            "Alrighty then, just tell me if I do anything wrong here or it starts to feel painful, okay?"

                                            >You can see his wings start to unfurl, and with most of his back done, you kind of want to move onto them next

                                            >That makes you feel a bit nervous though, knowing that it's the most sensitive part of a pegasus

                                            >You place one of your hooves on his left wing

                                            >"Nonny, do it with your mouth please."

                                            "My mouth?"

                                            >"Yeah, your mouth!"

                                            "W-well, what do you mean by that? I don't think you can massage somepony with just your mouth, Soar."

                                            >"Sure ya can, have ya never heard of preening before?"

                                            "Eeeehhh, I haven't heard of it, Soar. I'm guessing it's some weird thing pegasi do?"

                                            >"Well yeah, it's not exactly a massage by any means, but some of our feathers get loose, so we use our mouths to pull those out. I... I've never had somepony else do it for me, though~"

                                            "I mean, if it makes you happy Soar, I'll do it~"

                                            >You lie down on his back, grabbing one of his wings and rustling his feathers with a hoof, sure enough some of them feel loose

                                            >"T-that tickles, 'Nonny!"

                                            >You lean over to his wing, his feathers brushing up against your muzzle as you nibble on them, feeling around for any loose feathers, then gently pulling them out

                                            >You feel something twitch up against one of your hindlegs, but you don't pay it much mind as you preen him, rubbing under his wing with a hoof

                                            >The little whimpers and noises he makes as you nibble on his feathers makes it all the more worth it to you, and before you know it, you're done with that wing

                                            >Onto the next one you go, the little whimpers he makes each time you nibble on his wings makes you smile

                                            >You like how soft his wings feel brushing up against your face too as you prune each loose feather off of him

                                            >It leaves the bed a feathery mess, but if anything you can clean it all up tomorrow

                                            >You give the wing a little smooch once you're done, Soarin gives his wings little flaps as you pull away

                                            >Now to focus on his front, you get up from his back

                                            "Can you turn around, Soar? I'm not /quite/ done with my massage yet"

                                            >"O-oh, sure thing Nonny!"

                                            >He turns around, now lying down on his back

                                            >You can clearly see how much of a blushing mess you've made him already

                                            >It doesn't help him at all that his throbbing erection that you just barely noticed earlier is in full view now

                                            >You place one of your hooves on his belly, rubbing it with circular motion, you've always liked doing that to Soar

                                            >You rub down, lower and lower, you live for his cute little whimpers and he keeps on doing them

                                            >Eventually you lean down, his strong, musky smell hitting your nostrils hard as you tease him with a little lick on his tip

                                            >"N-Nonnyyy, I haven't gotten to shower yet, you know!"

                                            "I don't mind that at all, Soar~"


                                            >You swirl his tongue around his tip, slipping it in your mouth and suckling on it as you take him in, bit by bit, for your final "massage"

                                            >His little noises turn into dorky little moans as you bob up and down his dick, taking in a little more of him each time as you make sure your tongue explores each and every inch of him

                                            >You look over to him sometimes, just to see his face as you're sucking him off

                                            >You cup his heavy balls with a hoof, fondling them as you reach his medial ring

                                            >You can feel and hear him getting closer, your hoof reaching down from his taint to his asshole as you press down on it and rub it

                                            >You feel it twitch and tighten as you take him in beyond his medial ring, your tongue lapping every inch of him as you suck on his pent-up, musky dick

                                            >Then his moans get louder, your hoof moving back to cup and fondle his balls as you feel him go over the edge, his dick pulsating around your tongue as you hilt him, his tip flaring up and spurting rope after rope of his load down your throat

                                            >You try as best you can to keep it all, even a single drop from leaking out as you gulp it all down

                                            >It's getting harder to keep yourself from choking, but eventually his load dies down and you swallow up the last of it

                                            >You then slowly pull back out, your tongue lapping at his tip to clean up any remaining cum off of it, then swallowing it up

                                            >With a little pop he slips out of your mouth, then you get up on the bed, resting ontop of him as he wraps his wings around you

                                            "Enjoy it?"

                                            >"Yeah, sure did~"

                                            >He slowly closes his eyes, leaving you in his warm, feathery grasp as he dozes off into sleep

                                            >You then do the same, his snoring lulling you into the land of dreams with him to sleep the night off