Title:           Gilda
Author:          StarKnight
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First Edit:      Wednesday 20th of August 2014 11:31:49 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 20th of August 2014 11:31:49 PM CDT

>Your introduction to the morning was startling
>Waking up, you found you were tied, quite naked and spread-eagle to Rainbow Dash's bed, but the blue pony was nowhere to be seen
>Instead, at the foot of the bed stood the surprisingly tall, well-built, Gilda
>She had been one of the few guests at Rainbow's party last night
>You wouldn’t have thought it, but Dash throws relatively tame parties
>But from the moment you saw her you could tell she was wild
>The door was locked, and a chair propped up against the handle
>Your lips were taped shut, too
>There wasn't any way to speak to anyone in the house, all of whom were likely sleeping downstairs on the couch
>You were alone with the griffon who now wore her grin like a crocodile
>"You're up! Awesome!" she said, coming round the side of the bed
>"You know, anon, I thought it was cute the way you kept to yourself at the party last night. You're weird, but you're cute"
>Well, she's blunt, alright
>"Mmph-"
>"Hey, I don't want you to speak. I'm doing the talking here. That's why I got you that tape. " It was menacing tone of voice. You didn't quite feel scared when she spoke like that, but your stomach dropped in a way that reminded you of a rollercoaster
>"Anyway, I got talking to a couple of your friends last night, and I heard interestin' things. I think I'm hooked on you, now. I just have to ask, to make sure, though. I have to know it's true. I heard you like feet, don't you dweeb?"
>Another stomach drop
>You've been making sure not to make noise through your gag, lest you anger this impressive speciman (although, more accurately, you're her speciman splayed out across the bed)
>But at the mention of your deep lust for feet your eyes react involunatrily, and Gilda catches it
>"Ha, I thought so. Truth be told, I knew Rainbow wouldn't ever lie to me"
>Damn it Rainbow, stop telling people about this
>You furrow your eyebrows slightly
>"Hey, don't worry" she says, like a snake to it's prey. A talking snake to its gagged prey.
>"I still think you're cool, I guess. I never met someone who I could turn on with just my bare feet"
>With this, she swings one leg up onto the bed between your legs
>Frustratingly, there's a black boot covering Gilda's foot, fitting for a punk like her
>Regardless, your eyes are still fixed on the boot, hoping desperately you'll see some toes
>You test your bonds, and finding that you're completely stuck, at her mercy, gives you a feeling of desperation which strangely compliments very well the warmth welling in your legs and crotch
>"I'd guess that you want me to take it off, don't you?" she says, climbing up onto the bed
>She must be insensitive or above the law; you know how much Dash hates shoes on the bed
>Gilda sits between your spread legs, with her booted feet stretched towards you, soles facing you at your hips
>She starts undoing the zippers and buckles that adorn the masterful leather boots, boots which menace with spikes of metal
>You feel like she's going just a little slower than she could, just to tease you
>Eventually the boots are off and floppy, and Gilda throws them up to the side of your head
>One long boot opening flops over to your head, touching you on the cheek
>Your hit with a warmth of funk, for lack of a better description
>It only gets stronger as you turn to face Gilda's sweat infused footwear and breathe in deeply
>Of course it's going to be stronger when you do that, though
>And God, Gilda's boots are sweaty
>"Hey! I don't think so, dork." Gilda leans up and grabs the boots away from you again
>In a bizarre display, she grabs out of her pocket a huge, thick rubber band, the biggest you've ever seen, and places it around the thin material, sealing the pair tight
>"I've been keeping those boots to smell myself, and I'm not letting you into them. They're my own personal stash. You're still lucky enough to get something, though"
>Wait, what?
>She smells her foot smell?
>As you've been able to tell, the girl's certainly blunt and shameless about things
>You wonder how unlucky it is that you've never met Gilda before
>These are thoughts which you're snapped out of by the placing of a pair of feet on your belly
>They're really, really warm, and the nails are painted varying shades of green, purple and blue
>Holy Griffon soles, Batman
>"Whaddya think? Pretty neat, huh?" so far, all her questions have been rather rhetorical in nature, seeing as you're still unable to answer
>"I make sure to keep them stinkin' good, because there's nothing like coming home after a long day, and just, y'know, collapsing on the ground, tearing off your boots and putting your soles up to your face..." she smiles in contemplation of her own feet "God, it smells great"
>Gilda stop what are you saying
>Your mind is jolted with the image of the Griffon girl eagerly sniffing her own foot funk, snuffling her soles and burying her nose between her toes, fresh out of her boots
>You always get a little embarrassed when people talk about your fetish, but hearing Gilda say that…
>To make matters worse, she keep bringing her feet up, so just her heels rest on your stomach, you get a view full of bare soles, and then bringing them down with a gentle slap onto your belly
>Repeat ad infinum
>Even down there, away from your nose, you can smell Gilda's feet, and the musk is like a lust potion for you
>After relative silence, where Gilda herself seems to be lost in staring at her own feet and breathing in her own scent, she brings her hands together in a clap
>"So,  Anon, I bet you've been waiting for me to put my feet on your face, am I right?"
>Despite a second of reluctance, you nod
>Hell, it's not like you haven't done anything worse with other ponies
>"Well, you can count yourself lucky” she says. “I’m feeling sorta generous”
>She moves her soles, sliding them up your body, and her toes probe up your neck, your chin, until the two large soles eclipse your face
>Your whole existence is dwarfed by the smell, and you feel alive
>It feels like every fibre of your body is on fire with pleasure, and your lungs have never breathed so deeply as they do now, filling up with Gilda’s foot stink
>Meanwhile, Gilda lays down on her back, between your legs, keeping your face covered
>”Let’s tell you some stories. I guess one of the best experiences I had with these bad boys-“ she wiggles her feet for emphasis “was this one time, after track practice- holy shit, it was a hot day – and my sneaks were full of sweat. I was wearing socks, because it was part of the uniform, but man, as soon as I got home, they went right into a little plastic baggie. In fact… I think they should be around here somewhere. Cuz I gave them to Dash. You knew she was a foot freak like you and me, didn’t you? Well, you do now. Anyway, I’ll look for them after. The point is, that day, I had the best hand-sex of my life, while I was sticking my face into my feet, and could smell them for hours afterwards in my nose.”
>The bare feet resting on your face, gently massaging it, serve well as an illustration of how her feet must have stunk that day
>The morning goes on for quite a while, as Gilda regales you with various stories of her foot adventures, and your whole body builds up with desire as you hear these incredible tales
>Eventually, Gilda regrettably takes her feet off your face, and lets you up, dressing you again
>She tied your hands together, though, and she keeps the tape on your mouth; you didn’t get to lick her soles, as much as you’d have liked to
>Gilda explained that she hardly ever does that herself, as much as she’d like to, so she doesn’t wash off her accumulated foot-smell
>She’d teased you by suggesting that maybe one day she’d want a little foot licker to suck on her toes, though
>After rooting around in Rainbow’s closet, Gilda eventually found the pair of socks she had talked about, and shoved them into your pants pocket
>She kicked you downstairs as she went to do something in Rainbow’s bathroom
>Rainbow had gotten up off the couch, and was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, barefoot, bare-butt, and bare-chested, wearing nothing but a chef’s apron
>She turned to look at you at the sound of you coming downstairs and smirked a knowing… smirk
>”Did you have fun with Gilda this morning?”