- >You lay in the grass, gazing at the clouds
- >It's late afternoon, the sky is just beginning to darken
- >The weather is pleasantly warm with a cool breeze
- >Everything is silent except for the rustle of tree leaves
- >It's peaceful times like these that make life worth living
- >You extend your arms to feel the grass
- >Your left hand hits something soft
- "Shit. Sorry."
- >"It's alright," a soft, comforting voice murmurs
- >She doesn't like cursing, but she was probably too relaxed to care
- >You and Fluttershy made it a habit of coming here to wind down
- >It was a simple clearing in a forest on the outskirts of Ponyville
- >Perhaps its simplicity is what made it so wonderful
- >You moved to Ponyville about half a year ago
- >It wasn't easy to assimilate, but you managed to do so
- >A lively (to put it politely) girl with pink hair was the first to welcome you
- >With a party that you were too exhausted to care about
- >But you did manage to meet some nice people
- >A seamstress, a farmer, a librarian, an athlete
- >And an animal caretaker, Fluttershy
- >You aren't one for excessive talking, so you got along with her famously
- >She was skittish at first, but eventually she realized you meant no harm
- >You would visit her more and more every week
- >The two of you would hang out when things got overwhelming
- >Just to enjoy eachother's company and relax
- >And when you were lucky, you got some glimpses of her fe-
- >"achoo!"
- >You're caught off guard by the tiniest sneeze to have ever been sneezed
- "Hey, keep it down over there," you nag playfully
- >She apologizes sarcastically and giggles
- >She's sitting up now
- >You eventually follow suit
- >A small moment of silence passes
- >It seems wrong to end the serenity
- >You do it anyway
- "You ready to head back?"
- >"Oh! N-not yet. I mean, not unless you wanted to," she replies anxiously
- >Fluttershy is great, but she hardly ever puts herself first
- >Which works fine, because you typically put her before yourself
- "What have you been up to today?"
- >You feel rather silly for not having already asked
- >She places her hand on her chin in thought
- >Must have been a busy day
- >"Well, after I woke up and checked on all the animals I went to town to run errands."
- >That's harder than it sounds for Fluttershy, she must have been talking all day
- >"It was mostly just walking and shopping and boring things, I'm sorry," she says, trailing off
- >You can't help but chuckle
- "There's no wrong answer, don't apologize."
- >She smiles and instinctively replies "Oh right, sorry."
- >You both laugh
- >Another small silence as you carefully choose the next words in your head
- >You can't mess this up
- "Why don't you put your feet up? All that walking's probably worn you out."
- >"O-oh, no no no, I couldn't ask you to do that. I-I'll be fine, really," she says, her cheeks tinting red
- >It was typical of Fluttershy to never ask anything of anyone
- >But you aren't going to lose this opportunity
- "Well yeah, but maybe I can help you feel even better. Please?"
- >You give her an innocent look and she frowns in defeat
- >"A-alright, but you can stop any time you want to. Sorry," she stutters
- >Her shoed feet are tentatively placed onto your lap
- >She's wearing yellow shoes, and her white socks are barely visible
- >You untie her laces as quickly as you can without seeming eager
- >You cup the heel of her shoe and slowly slide it off
- >The feeling is incredible
- >You do the same with the other shoe, a bit faster
- >Her feet are small, probably around size 6
- >They look adorable in her thin white socks
- >Speaking of socks, hers are still on
- >You hook your finger on the cuff of her sock and prepare to slide it off
- >"Oh, w-wait! M-maybe you could leave them on," she sputters
- >You give her a confused look
- >She rubs her neck, clearly embarassed
- >"I-I'm just worried if they...smell. I've been walking all day."
- >You flash her a reassuring smile
- "I'll survive. Just relax, or else this'll all be for nothing."
- >That seems to click with her, she would hate to waste someone's effort
- >And with that, you proceed to slide her socks off
- >You've seen Fluttershy's feet before, but the sight is never any less amazing
- >For someone who works so hard, she has incredibly soft and delicate feet
- >Perhaps it was because she was so light, and the pressure on her feet is lessened
- >It didn't matter, you aren't going to look a gift pony in the mouth
- >Fluttershy wiggles her toes in the cold air and you hear a small sigh of relief
- >Finally the scent hits you
- >That distinictive scent you can't get enough of
- >You breath heavily through your nose, as quiet as possible
- >You realize that you haven't even touched her feet yet, what the hell are you waiting for?
- >You place both hands on one foot
- >They felt so dainty in your hands
- >And slightly moist because of being cooped up all day in those shoes
- >You look up at Fluttershy
- >She has her eyes locked on her feet as if you were going to murder them when she wasn't looking
- >You begin very slowly, pressing deeply into her sole with your thumbs
- >You knew from some credible sources that Fluttershy was remarkably ticklish
- >But it probably isn't the best idea to tickle her to death the first time she trusts you with her feet
- >So you rub the tender flesh of her sole deeply in order to suppress the ticklishness
- >It seems to be working, because Fluttershy isn't paying attention to you and she has this goofy grin
- >You relish every second that you have these perfect feet
- >You move your thumbs up to her toes and spread them around, making sure to get inbetween them
- >They were somewhat long, but so very soft
- >You wanted nothing more than to have them in your mouth
- >Shit, what
- >Don't think like that
- >Just take it slow
- >"A-anon..." she whispers
- >You freeze
- "What? What'd I do?"
- >"This feels amazing..." She sighs.
- >You wipe the imaginary sweat off your brow
- >Getting back into the action, you place both hands on her other foot now
- >This one's a bit colder due to being exposed
- >You wrap your hands around her foot to help warm it up
- >You begin to treat this one as you did the former, pressing deeply into the sole
- >The flesh of her soles were incredibly tender, like dough beneath your touch
- >You continue to knead Flutterhy's soles while attempting small talk
- >Both of you are too distracted to focus on any one subject
- >Occasionally you stop and wrap your hands around her feet
- >Feeling her smooth soles with your palms
- >Running your fingers over her toes
- >She was too dazed to care
- >You think
- >Her feet are still a little moist, but that just makes them easier to rub
- >You occasionally bend your neck down to smell them better
- >It isn't as strong as before, but it's definitely there
- >It's probably the closest to heaven you'll ever get
- >You spoke too soon
- >Fluttershy adjusts her legs and her heel rubs against your bulge
- >Fluttershy, you naughty gi-
- >She's asleep
- >Your mind goes berserk, you have an unconscious pair of feet on your lap
- >Wait a second
- >Isn't it illegal to do this to a sleeping girl?
- >Probably not, that'd be a stupid law
- >You look over your shoulders anyway
- >Coast is clear
- "Hey. Fluttershy. Hey."
- >You call out lightly, pausing the massage
- >No response
- >You drag a finger up her sole
- >Her foot twitches immediately and you retract your finger
- >No facial reaction though
- >She's out cold
- >Your heart pounding rapidly
- >You're aching down there so hard you can't hold off any longer
- >You gently lift the leg closest to you
- >You take a moment, just staring at her foot
- >Like the rest of her, the sole is milky white
- >The ball of her foot, the heel and toes were lightly tinted pink
- >You place your tongue on her heel and slowly drag it all the way to her toes
- >The flesh of her sole slightly rippled along your tongue
- >Her foot twitches in your grasp, it probably tickles dreadfully
- >The taste, the feel, the smell, everything was perfect
- >You pity the dead who can no longer know such joys
- >You continue to help yourself to the foot you hold in front of you
- >Your tongue slides from heel to toe
- >Heel to toe
- >Heel to toe
- >You cover every inch of her impeccable sole with your tongue
- >Mere seconds have passed but it feels like an eternity in paradise
- >You slip her little toes into your mouth, doing your best to fit them all
- >Once again, their softness impresses you
- >Her toes rest there in your mouth as you slither your tongue between them
- >Your free hand seems to move on its own to your crotch
- >Just as you begin to pleasure yourself, your hand is pushed out of the way
- >By Fluttershy's free foot
- >It feels as if the breath was knocked out of you
- "F-Fluttershy?"
- >"Just relax, please. Okay?" she whispers
- >Who are you to decline?
- >You lay on your back again
- >You adjust yourself to have one foot on your face, and one to your manhood
- >You continue to smother yourself in the foot in your grasp
- >The sensations are multiplied ten fold by the second foot rubbing your little friend
- >She rhythmically slides it back and forth, around in circles, sometimes clutching it with her toes
- >The blood rushing to your loins begins to make you dizzy
- >You find that you're unable to attend to the other foot
- >Fluttershy notices this and brings both feet to your throbbing member
- >She plays with it as if it were clay, molding it to her liking
- >Her toes fiddle with the button on pants
- >It's obviously not easy
- >"Um...I-I'm sorry, but-"
- >You shoot your hand towards the button and unhook it before she can even finish her sentence
- >She giggles at your eagerness and does the rest with her toes
- >Finally some air
- >She wraps her little toes around your shaft and begins to caress it
- >Up and down, up and down
- >Sometimes stopping at the tip to give it some attention
- >Good god, she was too good at this
- >You emit some moans as she works, letting her know what feels good
- >Her beaming smile is a good sign that she's satisfied with her work
- >She lays one foot behind your rod to prop it up while the other slides across the tip
- >Your eyes shoot open and you involuntarily exhale
- >It felt like nothing you've felt before
- >The sensation was overwhelming
- >You can feel yourself nearing the edge
- >You don't bother saying anything, she'll find out eventually
- >She lays her soles on both sides of your cock, enveloping it
- >Up and down, up and down
- >You didn't think anything could ever feel so good
- >Soon enough, you finish and give her feet a bit of a paint job
- >Fluttershy let's you enjoy the moment for a bit before speaking
- >"How did I do?" Fluttershy asks with an excited grin
- >It takes you a bit to compose yourself
- >You give her a thumbs up and regain your breath before making yourself decent
- >Fluttershy just sits there with a dopey smile on her face
- >You call out playfully
- "You alright?"
- >"Oh, yes! That was...nice."
- >She couldn't have been more right
- >She cleans off her feet on the grass before putting her socks on
- >She hesitates as she holds her shoes though
- >"Um...Anon?" she mutters
- "Yeah?"
- >"I-I was just wondering that since I did a good job and all...Maybe...You could help me with something?"
- >As she speaks, her face turns bright red and she begins to trail off
- >It's so cute you have to smile
- "Sure, spit it out."
- >"Oh, well, I have this thing...Like you do, except not with feet," she says, idly wiggling her toes
- >This ought to be good
- "You don't have to be ashamed. I'd love to help."
- >She seems a bit shocked at first, but then she beams
- >"R-really? Are you sure?"
- >She's so surprised, you wonder if maybe this was a bad idea
- >Nah, anything for Fluttershy
- >She did help you after all
- "Positive."
- >"Okay! Oh goodness, alright. M-maybe we should head back home first," she sputters, teeming with excitement
- >You look up
- >It's getting pretty dark, you hadn't even had noticed
- "Yeah, good idea. Your place?"
- >She nods as she slides on her shoes
- >You have to admit, you were a bit excited yourself
- >The two of you walk silently, but with smiles you can't contain
- >You feel her slender fingers slide into your hand as you walk
- >The two of you continue your walk uneventfully, hand in hand
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