The Rainy Evening [Foot Fetish]

>Be Anon.

>Be wet.

>Be very wet.

>It's a rainy day.

>It's a very rainy day.

>You're making your way home after a long day of working at the Corner. Despite the crappy weather, it's been a good day. 

>Only a few customers came in so it's been a quiet one. Your favourite kind. Well, as quiet as a day can be with a colleague such as Pinkie Pie.

>Your hoodie has been ruined by the unrelenting storm. In hindsight, you should've worn something waterproof when you left the house this morning.

>"See ya tomorrow, Anon!" 

>Pinkie skips past you in her normal clothes with an unbrella hat serving as her only means of protection from the rain.

"Uhm, Pinkie..?"

>She skids along the mud and stops.

>"Yep?"

"Tomorrow is Saturday. I don't work weekends."

>"But you're gonna visit me while I'm working, right?"

>You hadn't planned on it, but man will outsmart the bullet before he can say no to Pinkie's puppy eyes.

"Sure, why not!"

>"See ya tomorrow!" 

>She skips away out your vision leaving you alone. 

>Something you've always loved about Pinkie is her ability to not give a rats ass about anything. 

>You remember your first day of work at Sugarcube Corner, she walked around on the freezing cold tile floor of the kitchen barefoot for her entire shift. 

>Not that her feet bothered you or anything.

>Your train of thought is interrupted by the silhouette of somebody approaching. 

>Whoever they are, they have am umbrella.

>Jackpot.

"Hey! You okay, buddy? Lost or something?"

>As the figure gets nearer, you realise it's...

"Rarity..?"

>"Anon! What brings you out in this weather?"

"I'm heading home from work. What about you?"

>"On my way home, too. I've been with Twilight and Applejack all afternoon."

>You would've asked what they were up to, but you didn't care. What you did care about was getting under that umbrella.

"Hey, do you think I could squeeze under there with you? I'm not exactly crazy about the rain."

>Rarity nods.

>"Of course. On one condition."

>Uh-oh.

"What is it?" 

>"You hold it."

>She forces the umbrella into your hand.

>You ain't even mad.

>After a few minutes of walking, Rarity decides to initiate conversation.

>"So, how is it working at Sugarcube Corner?"

"Tiring. I'm thinking of quitting."

>"Quitting? Is Pinkie Pie too much for you?"

"No, no, no! She's actually the only redeeming factor of working there. I just wanna do something else for work."

>"And what might that be?"

"I don't know yet. Just something I enjoy that I'm good at."

>"I'm sure you'll find something, Anon."

"Thanks." 

>You walk with Rarity to her door and give her the umbrella.

"I'll see you around."

>You smile at her and start to walk away.

>"Anon, wait. Why don't you come in? Dry off and wait for the storm to calm down a little. It's the least I can do for escorting a young damsel through these rough streets." 

>You know she's kidding about that last part; in all the years you've lived here, you've never heard of a crime being committed.

>Regardless, you'd be a fool to decline such an offer.

"Alright, thanks."

>You follow her inside and comply when she asks you to take your hoodie and shoes off. 

>"Are the rest of your clothes wet?" 

>She throws you a towel.

"Uhm, a little damp, I guess."

>"Allow me to get them dried for you."

>Does she mean..?

"You want me to take my clothes off?"

>She blushes. 

>"Anon, if I wanted to see you naked, I would be much more discrete about it. And there would be a lot of wine involved."

>You laugh and peel off your wet shirt and pants. 

>Your white boxers have been made slightly see through from the rain. Though, you don't think it's too noticeable. 

>"I'll be right back. Would you like a drink?"

"Sure. What do you have?"

>"Wine?"

"Sure."

>You aren't exactly a big wine drinker but you'll cross that bridge when you get to it.

>In the absence of Rarity, you take a look around her living room. 

>Everything is so neat. Not perfect, but tidy. Quite the contrast from your place.

>On the fireplace rests a framed picture of her sister, Sweetie Belle. 

>The enormous grin on the young girl's face proves to be contagious. 

>"That was taken on her first day of school."

>You spin around to face Rarity.

"I wasn't snooping or anything. Just looking around."

>"Isn't that another term for snooping?"

"I don't know. Probably."

>Rarity sits down with a bottle of wine in one hand, two glasses in the other and a towel draped over her shoulder.

>"Come. Sit."

>You perch yourself next to her as she pours two glasses of wine.

"Where is your sister tonight?" 

>"Sleepover at Apple Bloom's. Poor Applejack." 

>You take a sip of wine. What possessed someone to make grapes taste so foul? 

>"Ugh, my feet are absolutely soaked."

>Your eyes dart to the floor. Her feet. How did you not notice this?

>She's been barefoot this whole time.

>Oh, Anon, you lucky dog.

>Rarity starts rubbing her feet with the towel to dry them and you get the most brilliant idea.

"Hey. Why don't you let me do that?"

>"Sorry?"

"Let me dry your legs off."

>Nice save, Anon. Don't wanna seem too eager.

>"Oh, I couldn't let you do that! You're my guest!"

"Think of it as my way of saying thanks for the hospitality. Just relax and let me do my thing."

>"Alright, Anon. If you insist." 

>You wait for Rarity to lean back and take the towel.

>You get on your knees and put her feet up on your legs.

>Oh sweet mother of all semi-erections.

>The towel hugs her gorgeous smooth legs. 

>You glide your hands all the way up to her thigh and drag them down her calves. 

>You repeat the action several times, embracing the feeling of her flesh in your hands.

>Then you get to work on the foot. The anticipation has been making your cock ache for attention. 

>Her toes twitch as the palm of your hand caresses her heel. 

>Something of yours twitches in response. 

>Using both hands, you press down on the sides of her foot and rub like you're trying to start a fire.

>"Hmmm..." 

>Looking up, you notice Rarity has her eyes closed. And she's finished her glass of wine already.

"You okay?"

>"More than okay. This feels..." 

>Her voice is replaced with a satisfied smile.

>You continue to dry her cold little feet.

>And the best part is, you get to do this all over again with the other leg.

"More wine?"

>"Please..."

>Three glasses later.

"Do you think my clothes are dry yet?"

>"Anon, you're not planning on leaving are you?"

"No, of course not. I'm just... Cold. And I feel kinda silly just sitting here in my underwear."

>"Is that your way of asking me to undress?"

"What? No!"

>Rarity laughs and puts her hand on your shoulder.

>"I'm just teasing you. Let me fetch them for you."

>She's only gone for a couple of seconds before returning and throwing your pants to you.

"Thanks. What about my shirt?"

>"I prefer you this way." 

>Rarity slumps down on the end of the couch and puts her feet up on your lap.

>Wow.

"Uhm..."

>She gasps.

>"Oh, my! I'm sorry! I didn't mean..."

>Her feet hop out of your lap and onto the floor.

"It's okay, Rarity. I'm not grossed out by your feet. Go ahead."

>Slowly but surely, her feet return to your crotch.

>The feeling of her soft, delicate soles weighing down on your shaft.

>She flexes her toes and scrunches them to get comfortable. 

>This is probably the closest thing you'll ever get to a footjob.

>Feels good, man.

>You anxiously hover your hand above her foot.

>Heart pounding.

>Dick throbbing.

>Fuck it.

>You hold her foot in your hand and start to stroke it.

>"Anon..."

>Oh, shit. Busted. 

>This is it. She's felt your erection under her feet. You've freaked her out. 

>Game over, man. Game over.

>"You're making me sleepy."

>oh.

"Sorry." 

>"It's okay. You can carry on if you want."

"A-alright..."

>You position her feet so her toes are pointing upwards.

>Using your thumb, you run circles into the ball of her foot.

>She closes her eyes and gives a relieved sigh.

>Your other hand is keeping busy rubbing her leg.

"How's that?"

>"Shh. Don't talk. Just... Rub."

"Yes, ma'am."

>Holy shit, this is awesome.

>Her un-massaged foot has started rubbing your thigh. 

>Is she asking you to give that one some lovin' too?

>Yes ma'am.

>You position her other foot to match the first one. 

>Rubbing two feet at the same time is harder than you thought.

>You pay more attention to the arch. 

>Your fingers trace along it in a backwards-forwards motion, applying more and more pressure with each alternation.

>Her heels begin moving side to side as if they were inspecting something.

>They were.

>Are they... Rubbing your junk?

>You look over to Rarity, her eyes are barely open.

>"Anon... Are you..?"

>You feel yourself blushing.

>Preparing to be thrown out in 3...

>2...

>1...

>The soles of her feet return to pressing down on your dick.

>What?

>They press down harder.

>And harder.

>Her big toe pets the tip of your member.

>Both of her feet engulf your dick and start rubbing.

"Are you..?"

>"Think of it as my way of saying thanks."

>All you can do is watch as your body is paralysed by the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

>You bend down and plant kisses on her feet while they carry on with their work.

>This is beyond words. 

>Now that you're this close, you can smell them.

>The scent is faint, but it's there.

>That glorious foot scent.

>One that many would shrug off as disgusting.

>But to you, it is nectar.

>Many kisses later, you feel yourself start to climax. 

>Dear ol' boner has been patient.

>Her feet are keeping their rhythm.

>They haven't slowed down or sped up since she started. 

>With one final push from the ball of her foot, you blow your load into your own pants.

>You breathe heavily as you try to regain your senses.

"That... was... amazing."

>You look over at Rarity and gently shake her feet.

"Hey... You awake?"

>Her breathing has become slow and hypnotic. 

>She's not awake.

>With no idea what to do now, you decide that this would be a good place to end the day.

>With the most gorgeous pair of feet in the universe on your lap, you let yourself fade away.

>Next morning.

>Beside you is a shirt and hoodie. 

>Dry.

>Before you have the chance to put them on, Rarity walks in.

>"Good morning."

"Hey."

>"...you said you were going to quit your job?"

"Maybe. Why?"

>Rarity lifts her leg and pushes you down with her foot on your chest.

>Pinned to the couch, you struggle.

>But you both know you want to stay like this.

>"I think we've found something you enjoy."

>She sits down and puts her other foot on your cock.

>"And you're pretty good at it. Now get to work."

>Fin.