- >Be Anonymous Esquire Jr. the 3rd
- >It is strange thing waking up to another day in this magical land of ponies.
- >you relish the crispness of the air and the faint murmur of earlier risers than you carried by the wind.
- >the scent of apples even carry all the way from Sweet Apple Acres itself.
- >Yes, it is good to wake up under Celestia's sun but.
- >there is always a butt.
- >and it tickles with it's warm caress.
- >your eyebrow rises with a silent query as you spy 'her' gyrating herself in unflappable glee.
- >the object of her plot's perverted pining are your feet, having slipped out from under the covers sometime that night.
- >Stompy is oblivious of your audience as she makes an indelicate and throaty moan as your big toe passes across her shivering rear.
- >her eyes are closed in bliss and her legs splayed to maintain balance.
- >a lift of her tail gives strength to your conviction that the darling mare of a roommate was deep in the throes of heat.
- >you feel heat flush your face as her voice thrums at another grind.
- >you are surprised at how...vocal the usually shy mare can get.
- >her head is thrown back and her breath comes in sharp gasps
- >a natural phenomenon begins to occur beneath your sheets as she falls deeper into an apoplexy of toe-fueled pleasure.
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- >you curl your toes across her cutie mark and her voice cracks as she shudders in release
- >you can feel it splashing with hot, constant squirts over your ankle
- >she slumps forward and shakes while trying to catch her breath.
- >her eyes widen when she gazes back to find you awake and smiling at her.
- >the blush that follows turns her roseate muzzle a deep red.
- >her words bump and stumble over themselves as she tries to explain.
- >she is cut off when your foot reaches out between her spread legs and gently prods the dock of her tail.
- >the resulting moan has a tent cropping up at your waist
- >her eyes roll and her tongue lolls out in wanton lust
- >the strength of her reactions is amazing
- >you can see her struggle to retain control as your foot trails it way down.
- >her mouth hangs open as your sole passes over her sphincter, twitching spasmodically
- >Stompy's head whips around to meet your eyes the moment your toes crawl sensually down the length of her winking labia
- >her eyes are wide and shiny, her lips full and pouting at your teasing
- >she wants the foot
- >she wants it so bad
- >her mouth works to make this plea known the moment you push forward and sheathe three of your toes inside
- >she cuts off in a squeaky cry
- >the unusual mare closes her eyes as the digits twist and turn inside her
- >muscles spasm and clench at the invasion with soft, wet contractions
- >her voice breaks and wavers incessantly
- >you shift your hips and twist your leg forward
- >the entirety of your toes are swallowed within her dripping flower
- >your throat feels dry and your skin feels hot as she slumps before your slightly risen form
- >you can feel her body tugging at your foot.
- "...."
- >she's speaking but the pounding of your heart in your ears distracted you
- "...mo..."
- >she couldn't possibly
- "....mor...."
- >but she is
- "...I want all of it...."
- >you gulp audible and feel tension leech away as you come to a resolution.
- You were going to make her take it all.
- >she is watching your every move now.
- >her eyes are on you with contained hunger.
- >as you begin to press forward you see her relax and widen her stance
- >she reaches back with hooves still clad in tiny pink slippers and spreads her cheeks for you
- >her expression is so sure and happy you hesitate for only a second.
- >her cheeks flush even deeper as a third of you enter her
- >it's tight
- >bordering on painfully so
- >almost
- >Stompy bites her lower lips and waggles her hips when you realize that you froze at the sensations pulsing up your leg
- >you wiggle your toes and she releases a throaty call in response
- >only a third of you is inside her still winking slit but you can feel her lust
- >it sings lightning up your foot and has you half dizzy with the heady scent of her musk
- >her eyes are half-lidded as you continue
- >the sounds she makes now are without any trace of sentience
- >you suppress a laugh an errant though whispers she might have been shoes in a past life as another inch enters her warm confines
- >you are halfway socked when she lifts a leg up
- >what you see has you wide eyed in shock and arousal.
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