Sweaty Personhorses: Prologue

>Today was a busy day at Sugarcube Corner

>The Cakes had asked you to help Pinkie with baking and decorating treats for a party they would be catering, as they had to attend Pumpkin and Pound's Kindergarten open house

>Of course you agreed

>Not just for the pay

>But for her

>Pinkie let out a small giggle, bringing you back to reality

>"C'mon, stop recapping inside your head. We got brownies to bake!"

>Yep, that's Pinkie

>Everything was going smoothly until about noon

>You were hit with a huge lunch rush

>By 2 o'clock, you must have had at least 20 customers, all craving pastry and pastry accessories

>Pinkie's signature energy levels were quickly dropping

>You both took turns managing the register and getting that order filled

>Finally, the last batch of strawberry tarts were in the oven

>Glancing at the clock, you saw it was 6

"Welp, closing time."

>Walking towards the window, you flip the sign to "closed"

>Turning around, you saw Pinkie as you never have before

>Tired

>Kneeling by her side, you ask

"You okay?"

>She flashes her trademark smile, albeit pained

>"Yeah... j-just a little tired..."

>A little?

>"Still, I can't believe we got the entire order done AND survived the most vicious lunch rush EVER!"

>She waves her arms for emphasis

>Chuckling at her outburst, you glance at her shirt

>Completely covered in flour, icing, jelly, and who knows what that blue stuff is

"I'd say it's time for a bath."

>Pinkie giggled and nodded

>"Yeppers! Not only do I look like the entire kitchen threw up on me, I'm also super hot and sweaty!"

>S-Sweaty?

>Well, those ARE big boots.

>Maybe you could...

>NO! BAD BRAIN! We don't perv on our friends!

>"Hey, you okay?"

>Pinkie's talking! Say something!

"Huh? O-Oh yeah, I'm fine."

>"You sure? 'Cuz you look like you were thinking about something really hard. And your face is kinda red, too."

>Placing your hand over your cheek, you quickly turn away

"Oh, y'know, hot."

>"Oh, I DO know! I'm hot ALL over! Especially my feet!"

>!!!!!!

"T-That so?"

>"Hmm-mm! But that's what'cha get when your on them all day! Stinky, sweaty, smelly..."

"Pinkie..."

>"...cheesy, funky..."

"Pinkie!"

>"...slimy feet!"

"PINKIE!"

>She blinks a couple of times before a frown begins forming

>"Oh, sorry. Did I gross you out?"

>Far from it

"Nah, you were just talking... uh... too loud. Say, I gotta use the bathroom."

>And deal with your friend down there

>"Okey Dokey Lokey!"

>While in the bathroom, you splash some cold water on your face and try to calm down

>With your urges under control, you head back to the lobby

"Alright, Pinks, what do you say w-"

>The sentence died in your throat, as Pinkie sat on the couch reading a magazine...

>with her shoes off...

>She glances up from the page

>"Everything come out okay?" she joked

>Simply giving a nod, Pinkie continues

>"I was just resting for a little bit. Hey! Once we're done cleaning, you wanna go over to Applejack's? Of course, it was pretty hot today... I bet AJ is even more hot and tired than we are!"

>She let out a quick gigglesnort

>You hadn't even thought of AJ

>Pinkie might get a little sweaty

>But Applejack... unf...

>Luckily, Pinkie had gone back to reading her magazine and you were able to compose yourself before she looked back up

>"So? You wanna?"

"Sure, don't see why we can't."

>"Great!"

>After cleaning up the kitchen, Pinkie went to go freshen up

>Soon, you were on your way to Sweet Apple Acres

>By the time you reaches the farm, a beautiful sunset dances across the sky

>Is Celestia or Luna responsible for those?

>Oh well

>Through the orange light, you could make out a figure carrying something into the barn

>Must be Appajak

>No one works after sunset but her

>As you and Pinkie approach the barn, a voice can be heard

>"Phew! What a scorcher! Can't believe Ah got it done mahself, no thanks t'Mac... And then that incident with Rainb-"

>Applejack's eyes widen as she sees Pinkie standing there

>She was also blushing

>"Oh! Uh, howdy Pinkie. Wasn't expectin' any vis-"

>Suddenly, her eyes shifted to you

>"Anon!"

>She desperately tries to remove the wrinkles from her shirt

>"So what brings y'all out here?"

>"To see you, silly!"

>"Shoot, sugarcube. That was sweet of ya, but Ah'm not really up fer entertain'."

>Pinkie's eyes start watering

>"W-Why? Are you hurt? DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?!"

>"No, no! Nothin' like that! Ah'm just tired, is all."

>Her blush seemed to deepen.

>"And Ah'm not all that fresh..."

>AJ was right, she didn't exactly smell like roses

"C'mon, AJ, you don't smell that bad."

>That seemed to calm her down a bit

>"Really? Well, if ya say so, Anon."

>Clearing her throat, Applejack asks

>"So what'id y'all have in mind?"

>Pinkie fidgeted with her hair while thinking

>"Hmm, I know! Anon should pick!"

"Me?"

>"Sure, sugarcube! 'Sides, neither of us has let ya get a word in since ya got here."

>You lightly scratch your chin

"Well, we're all pretty tired. How about a picnic?"

>Just then, Applejack's stomach growled

>"Whoo! Ya must'a read mah mind!"

>"Or your stomach!" Pinkie added

>"Ah'll just run in an' grab some food and lemonade."

>"No need!"

>Pinkie shook her head and assorted baked goods flew out of her curls

"Don't suppose you got a blanket in there?"

 

...

 

>After the blanket had been placed, the three of you began enjoying the treats, breathing in the refreshing night air

>Well, maybe not THAT refreshing

>Pinkie never showered, only changed her clothes

>And Applejack just got done working

>Speaking of AJ, she was saying something

>"Whooee, mah dog's are barkin.' Y'all mind if Ah take these boots off?"

>!

"I-If you want."

>AJ reached down and began tugging on her boots

>You could swear you heard a squelching noise as both boots slid off her overworked feet

>Feeling the cool breeze between her wriggling toes, Applejack sighed in relief

>"Ah~... You would not believe how much sweat collects in those."

>The smell of stale sweat hit you square in the face

>Pinkie, however, didn't seem too bothered

>"That's funny. I was just telling Anon earlier how stinky, sweaty, smelly, cheesy, funky, and slimy MY feet get after a long day, too!"

>"Oh? Did he run screamin'?"

>"Nope! He just got really red and then went to the bathroom."

>pinkie what r u doin

>"Red?"

>"Uh-huh! Kinda like right now!"

>Pinkie points to your face

>pinkie stahp

"I was just hot."

>Applejack's eyes went half lidded

>"Whad'ya do in that bathroom, sugarcube?"

>Crap

>Applejack isn't as naive as Pinkie, it seems

>"Applejack! You don't ask what others do in the bathroom! That's private!"

"Y-Yeah..."

>AJ chuckled

>"Yeah, yer right. Sorry."

>She turned her head to face you

>"Say, Anon, mah feet are killin' me. Don't suppose you'd be a gentleman an' rub 'em fer me?"

>She practically shoves her foot in your face, with a predatory grin quickly forming on her own

>Okay, calm down

>AJ is just teasing

>Don't give her what she wants

"Yes, Miss Jacqueline." you say, putting on your best snobby butler accent

>Taking her foot in hand, you soon realized she wasn't exaggerating

>Her foot was sticky with dry sweat, with a healthy coat of dirt

>Other than those imperfections, her feet looked fine

>No blisters, no sores, nothing

>Another feature would be their size, easily size 12

>"Ahem."

>Your blood freezes

>"If yer dun gawkin', Ah'd like mah massage."

"Heh, sorry."

>"It's rude t'stare, y'know."

>You start the massage by kneading your thumbs into her ball where most of the tension is

>AJ began letting out small moans of pleasure

>"Wow, this feels really go-ahhh!~"

>Your thumb must have hit a sore tendon

>Sliding down, you begin on her arch

>"Ooh! That looks really fun! Can I have a turn? Can I? Can I?!"

>Pinkie was oblivious as usual

"Soon as I'm done with AJ here."

>Applejack's heel was a little rough, but still manageable

>Once done with her right foot, you give her left some love too

>Pinkie was literally jumping up and down as she waited

>Finally finished, you placed both feet in your lap

>"Whooo~ Ah'm sleepin' good t'night! Thanks, sugarcube."

>She then discreetly pushed down on your crotch with her left foot

>"Ah might jus' have t'keep ya around."

>There was that grin

>But she was also blushing

>"Okay, she's done! My turn!"

>Pinkie practically shoves AJ off the blanket

"All right. Let's get those boots off."

>"Don't worry, they already are!"

>Looking down, her feet were indeed bare

"But you just..."

>Oh wait, it's Pinkie. Duh.

>Pinkie's feet were notably smaller than AJ's

>More dainty, too

>And they smelled... sweet?

>She must have stepped in something back at the bakery

>Time to get started

>You apply pressure to the ball as you did AJ

>Pinkie's foot is a lot softer and you're able to really knead the skin

>"Ooooh~ I didn't know it felt this good~"

>Pinkie was practically purring, much to your amusement

>Looking over at Applejack, you see her grin has vanished

>In its place was a slightly annoyed frown

>Is she mad?

>Wait...

>Is she... jealous?

>After another five minutes of Pinkie's cooing, the massage was over

>She looked up at you with sleepy eyes

>"Mmm, that was really nice. Thanks."

>Her once excited, loud voice was replaced by a calm, soft one

 

...

 

>After polishing off the rest off the treats, the three of you decide to call it a night

>After packing up, the girls step back into their footwear

>Pinkie gave a weary smile as she started towards Sugarcube Corner

"You going to bed?"

>"Yeah, all that baking has left me pooped."

>Applejack let out a yawn

>"Think Ah'll turn in, too."

"Alright. See you girls in the morning."

>After saying goodbyes, you were about to head home when AJ brushed by you, grazing your leg with her boot as she passed

>"Don't let them bedbugs bite, sugarcube."

>Now you are alone

>Might as well get some sleep

>As you walk home, you have an eerie feeling that you're being watched

>Eh, you're just tired

 

...

 

>KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Wuzzat?"

>KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

>"Anon! Get your lazy butt down here!"

>That raspy, tomboyish voice can only belong to one Miss Rainbow Dash

>Groaning, you throw on a pair of pants and head downstairs

"What is it, Dash?"

>Opening the front door, you see... not Dash

>Instead, it's some dykey looking girl with purple highlights and leather... everything

>Dash is standing next to her

>"Anon, I'd like you to meet my old buddy, Gilda!"

>"Sup?"

>"Me 'n Gilda were tight during flight school. Afterwards, we kinda lost touch until she found me in town a couple years ago. She... didn't exactly get along with my friends here... but she's cool now! Right, Gilds?"

>'Gilds' picks her teeth

>"Huh? Oh yeah, sure."

>She then flicks what was on her finger

"Uh-huh... How long did you say she was staying?"

>"A whole month! Isn't that awesome?!"

>Marvelous

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Anonymous, but you can call me An-"

>"We don't have time for your weird name, Anon! I gotta tell everyone Gilda's back!"

>Dash runs off to the town square

>You begin closing your door, but Gilda stops you with her boot

"What the hell?"

>"Listen, dweeb, the only reason I'm wasting my time with you is because I saw you in the field last night."

>!!

"Field? I don't..."

>Gilda grins

>"I also saw what you three were doing."

>!!!!!!

"Fine, you caught me. I was-"

>"And how much you hated it!"

>What

"What."

>"You should have seen the look on your face! So embarrassed! So disgusted!"

>Gilda is nearly in tears from laughing

>"Seriously, how much did they pay you?"

"Pay?"

>"Of course, dweeb. No one would willingly touch someone else's nasty ass feet."

>Gilda must not be the sharpest tool in the shed, buy hey; your secret's safe

>Well, you're pretty sure Applejack knows now

>"So you did it for free? What a nice guy." she says in a mocking tone

"Is there a point ti this little story?"

>"The point is now I know your worst fear."

"And that is...?"

>Grinning deviously, Gilda raises one foot and stomps down

>A faint squelching noise is heard within the boot

>"That."

>Don't you dare boner...

>Gilda sees the look on your face and laughs

>"Aw, shaking in your boots already. More like MY boots."

>"Gilda? Gilda where'd you go?!"

>Dash

>"Er, coming, Dash!"

>She turns back to face you

"Just remember, dweeb; you haven't seen the last of me."

>With that, she begins walking toward Dash's call

>"Oh, and nice body."

>Huh?

>Oh yeah, you forgot your shirt

>This is gonna be a long four weeks