As soon as Coco Pommel got off the train at Ponyville Station, she made a mad dash for Carousel Boutique. When she got a message stating that Rarity needed to see her face-to-face, she immediately assumed the worst. Especially since it concerned her boutique in Manehattan. Did she do something wrong? What if sales weren’t up to her expectations? What if customers have been leaving bad reviews? What if there was a scandal involving the clothes she was selling? She would hate to be fired, especially after everything Rarity had done for her. To just throw it all away, what would she do with herself?
 
She sprinted to the store in her heels, lifting up her lavender dress to prevent tripping, turning heads as she ran past. When she arrived, she immediately knocked on the door. As she waited, she leaned forward, gasping for air and wiping the sweat from her forehead. She had to calm herself. Even if she wasn’t in trouble, it wouldn’t look good if she was giving her report disheveled. She straightened out her dress and made sure her hair was in place before the door opened.
 
“Ah! Coco! So glad you could make it, darling!” Rarity said with more excitement than Coco was expecting. When she found herself in Rarity’s embrace, Coco felt calmer, she didn’t seem angry at her, at least. But her heart rate jumped up when she felt Rarity’s lips on her cheek.
 
Coco froze up, face quickly turning red. “R-Rarity, d-did you just kiss me?”
 
“Oh! Terribly sorry! The locals did that all the time in Prance when I was there, so I picked it up as a habit,” she explained.
 
“Oh, i-it’s nice to see you too…” she said, voice trailing off. Her finger rubbing the kissed cheek. She was a bit relieved that Rarity wasn’t suddenly advancing on her out of nowhere.
 
Although it’s not like Coco didn’t want it to be a romantic gesture. Ever since meeting her, she had always taken a liking to Rarity. She was kind, she was considerate, she was creative...all things that Suri Polomare wasn’t. She had dreamed of working with her every day, spending all her time making her happy, to see that radiant smile of hers. But it was wrong to fall in love with your boss, she told herself, so she had tried to keep those feelings and fantasies to herself.
 
Truth be told, not even Rarity knew why she had just done that. It wasn’t a conscious decision, why did she go out of her way to kiss her on the cheek? The comment about Prance wasn’t true in the slightest, just quick thinking to try to explain her actions.
 
“Come in, please! I believe that we have much to discuss,” Rarity said, stepping to the side of the doorway.
 
Coco walked inside, seeing that Rarity had set up a table by the window, complete with a tea set. Rarity pulled out a seat for her. As Coco took her seat, Rarity did the same, pouring a cup of tea for each of them.
 
“So, darling, tell me about Manehattan, business is doing well, I assume?” she asked, leaning her elbow onto the table with intrigue, squinting a bit with the sunlight hitting her eyes.
 
“Oh, it’s doing well,” Coco replied, taking a sip from her tea. “We make sure that our always customers leave satisfied, even if they don’t buy anything.”
 
Coco found it difficult to look Rarity in the eyes. Not because she was intimidated by her, but every time she tried to lock eyes, she always felt her heart rate jump up. The way she sat there, chin daintily resting on her hands she sipped from her tea, looking back at her with what seemed to be heavy-lidded eyes.
 
“That’s good to hear! I’ve heard that the new designs that I sent over to you are popular there.”
 
“Oh, they are! Your summer informal dresses started getting really popular with the single girls.”
 
Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how do you know that those girls were single? Or are you just speaking for yourself?” she said with a smirk.
 
Coco’s cheeks quickly became a flushed red. “Huh? W-well, I...it’s not like that! T-they just talked all the time about i-impressing-”
 
Rarity quickly put a finger to Coco’s lips to silence her. “Coco, sweetie, relax! I was just teasing you. I won’t pry into your personal life unless you wish to discuss it, ok?”
 
“Ehehe...Alright…” she laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. She was clearly reading too much into things. She had to be professional about this.
 
“So, how are the rest of the staff? No complaints, I hope.”
 
“Mmhm. I always see them working hard. They’re just as happy as the customers that we get.”
 
“Wonderful, I’m so glad things are going well for you over there!” Rarity smiled, taking another sip from her teacup.
 
Coco traced her finger around the rim of her cup. “Um, if all you wanted from me was a store report, why did you call me all the way over from Manehattan?”
 
“Well, we don’t have to talk shop the entire time. We haven’t seen each other in so long, I thought it would be nice to be more personal and relax as friends.”
 
Friends...yes, that’s all it could be, and that’s all it will ever be. Coco would just have to accept that. She looked down at her tea, watching the little waves that every slight movement made.
 
Rarity blinked in confusion, tapping the table a few times to grab her attention. “Is something wrong, Coco? Your eyes have been wandering all over the place, like there’s something else on your mind.”
 
Coco perked up, “Huh? No, it’s nothing, really. I’m fine!” She forced out a grin.
 
Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Darling, you’re not a very good liar. You’ve looked out of sorts ever since I saw you this morning. If there’s anything you’d like to get to get off your chest, I promise I’ll keep it between us.”
 
“I’m fine, really. It’s just...I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, and these shoes have been killing my feet.” What she said was partially the truth. She did only get four hours of sleep, the train ride over to Ponyville wasn’t as relaxing as it she thought it would be, and her high heels were first worn yesterday, and still needed more time to fit in.. It’s just not the reason her eyes and mind have been wandering.
 
Rarity nodded understandingly. “I see. Well, as a friend, I shall do what I can to assist!” She said with a slightly more accentuated accent.
 
“Y-You really don’t have to do all that.” Coco laughed nervously.
 
“Please, I insist.” Rarity stood up from the table, leading Coco towards her fainting couch. “First things first, off with these shoes!” Rarity declared, popping off Coco’s heels.
 
Coco’s toes immediately began to spread out, letting the cool air rush between. She had to admit, being out of her heels was such a relief on her arches and heels.
 
Rarity sat down aside Coco, her feet on her lap. Holding her left foot in her hands, she held Coco’s heel in one hand, pressing her thumb into her arch with the other.
 
Coco let out a small sigh of relief. Rarity’s touch was firm, yet gentle. Just one thumb making circles around her arch sent a shiver down her spine.
 
Rarity spent a good amount of time practicing her massage techniques. All that time going to the spa had inspired her to learn the skill herself. It would be a nice way to treat her friends for their hard work should the spa be too busy. She grabbed both of Coco’s feet, circling her arches with her thumbs.
 
Rarity’s hands were so skilled, Coco was practically melting in her grasp. Her mind started to wander again, starting to get filled with more inappropriate fantasies of her and Rarity. She began to imagine herself at Rarity’s bare feet, rubbing her face against her pristine soles. She imagined placing her big toe in her mouth, suckling on it as she listened to Rarity’s moans. Before the scene got too far, she snapped back to reality, embarrassed to have another fantasy, in front of Rarity, no less.
 
Rarity, unaware of Coco’s imagination, continued her massage, moving her thumbs up, pressing into the balls of her feet, moving her thumbs back and forth.
 
Coco began to cover her face, not only to cover her blushing cheeks, but also her ticklish grin. She let out a sound that could easily be interpreted as either a squeal of delight or grunt of discomfort.
 
Rarity paused, perplexed by Coco’s behavior. “Are you alright, Coco? Am I not doing the massage correctly?”
 
“I...no, it feels great, but…”
 
Rarity tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. “...But?”
 
“I just don’t want to trouble you...going out of your way just for this.”
 
“Well, in that case…” Rarity suddenly lifts her leg up, dangling her high heel from her big toe. “Why don’t you return the favor?”
 
Coco felt her heart skip a beat. Was she hallucinating? Was Rarity really offering her feet to her? “I...um...a-are you sure?”
 
Rarity nodded. “Yes, if it makes you feel better. We’ll both give each other foot massages. That way, no one is taking advantage of the other’s kindness.”
 
Coco nodded, slipping the high heel off Rarity’s toe as she held her right foot in front of her. She wasn’t as skilled in foot massages as Rarity was, but she wanted to do her best. She started by pressing her thumbs against the heel.
 
Rarity continued her massage, her toes occasionally twitching in Coco’s grasp. She began lightly squeezing her toes, her thumb making more small circles right underneath the toe, before moving onto the next one.
 
Coco started to get lost in thought once more, her eyes transfixed on the foot she was rubbing. While she was pressing her thumb up and down the arch, in her mind, her tongue was gliding up and down the sole, savoring the taste she slowed her pace, going from heel to toe and back down.
 
Before she knew it, Coco had leaned forward, pressing her lips against Rarity’s big toe.
 
Rarity stopped, stunned at Coco’s boldness. She looked up at Coco, holding her toes between her thumb and index finger.
 
It took a moment for her action to fully register, but Coco Pommel gasped, dropping Rarity’s foot to cover her face in embarrassment.
 
Rarity couldn’t help but blush as well. Up until recently, she hadn’t thought of her female friends as anything more than best friends or close companions. That is, until Coco Pommel came along. Ever since the opening of her Manehattan branch, she had the occasional dream involving Miss Pommel, often having the reserved girl in her embrace. At first she passed it off as showing concern for Coco, and being so elated that her business was growing, but her dreams started to become more frequent and more intimate, eventually leaving her waking up in the morning flustered, or worse. It was certainly odd. Not once in her life had she had sexual fantasies directly involving another woman. What about Coco Pommel was so enticing to her? What did she see in her that she desired?
 
She wanted to find out the reason, but how would one go about it? She couldn’t just walk up to Coco and tell her that she’s been having wet dreams about her. What was the right way to approach the issue? Was there even a right way approach?
 
For months, Rarity had been left confused. She had thought that inviting Coco over would help quell her emotions, and a light, friendly conversation would put her back in check.
 
Or perhaps it was a way for her to confront her own feelings.
 
In a bizarre twist, the business conversation had lead up to Coco kissing her toe, and in a more bizarre twist, she found herself kissing Coco’s toe in return.
 
Coco was already set on apologizing profusely, until she felt Rarity’s lips on her foot. She froze mid-panic, more confused than ever before. She sat there, blushing furiously as Rarity kissed her toe, torn between screaming and fainting.
 
Rarity looked up, seeing Coco’s reaction. Understandable, but how could she make Coco less nervous? “Well? It’d be rude to keep a lady waiting, hm?” she teased, tapping her toe against Coco’s lips, rubbing her nose against Coco’s big toe.
 
Coco felt lightheaded, still unsure if any of this was real. She finally gave in, gripping onto Rarity’s ankle as she stuck her big toe in her mouth, letting out a relieved sigh as she starts to indulge in her fantasies.
 
Rarity briefly bit her lip, letting her toe wiggle in Coco’s mouth as she went to work, taking broad licks up Coco’s sole. She closed her eyes, letting her tongue do the work.
 
Coco still wasn’t done with Rarity’s toes, she planted her lips on the big one, letting it remain there by her face as she kissed it. She gently caressed the ankle, shivering as the heel pressed against her breast.
 
Rarity lifted Coco’s toes up near her nose, taking in the aroma as her tongue flicked against the ball of her foot. As Coco’s fingers ran across her foot, she instinctively shivered, spreading out her toes.
 
Coco’s tongue moved quickly, darting between her toes as soon as they were spread out. Her tongue moved in and out between the spaces, spacing out her licks with more kisses. Her other hand grasped onto the foot, thumb sliding up her arch. Rarity’s foot was smooth, the result of regularly scheduled lavish pedicures. Her soles were pristine, not a single callous in sight, her toenails neatly painted the color of her hair. Clean, soft, and smooth, it was practically perfect.
 
Rarity started to giggle, Coco’s actions gently tickling her. Her toes twitched as she rubs her nose against the ball of her foot. She cracks open an eye, curious as to how Coco was doing.
 
With her eyes closed, Coco continued, despite Rarity’s observation. She continued to run her thumbs up Rarity’s arch, applying gentle pressure as she stroked up and down. Her tongue continues to poke between Rarity’s toes. Eventually, her eyes opened, noticing that Rarity was watching her. She froze in shock, one look made her remember the situations he was in, and she was suddenly worried what Rarity was thinking again.
 
“Even after all this, you’re still nervous?” Rarity cocked an eyebrow, before lowering her head with a devious grin. With one hand, she held onto Coco’s ankle, the other hand rested on her heel, two of her fingers slowly walking up her sole.
 
Coco stiffened up, cracking a shaky smile. She tried to retract her foot, but Rarity’s grip was strong.
 
“There’s the smile I know you’re capable of, how about a little more of that?” she teased, adding more fingers to the tickling attack, her fingers slowly dragged down her foot.
 
Coco squeaked. The very handiwork she had previously praised quickly became something she dreaded as tried harder to get her foot away.
 
With those same skilled fingers, Rarity’s pace increased, spidering her fingers down Coco’s curling sole, taking a small break to wiggle her fingers in the wrinkles her curling foot made, in order to make her expose more of her ticklish foot.
 
“Aaahahaha! R-Rahaharity!” Coco squealed. She began actively pulling at her leg, her toes curling as she pulled on her own leg, trying to save herself from Rarity’s tickling.
 
“Yeeees?” She said, circling her index finger around the ball of her foot, amusing herself watching Coco’s toes twitch.
 
“S-Stahahahap! Plehehehease!” Coco’s face was red with laughter instead of embarrassment. Giggles bubbling out of her as she held her hands out in surrender.
 
“Mmm, I don’t think so,” she says with a smirk, running her fingers underneath her wiggling toes, before suddenly raking her nails down her sole.
 
“Stop it stop it stop it! Nohohoho mohohohore tihihihickles!” she pleaded, lying down on the fainting couch’s pillow as she pounded the cushion in laughter.
 
“I’m afraid I can’t stop, dear. Not until you finally get rid of all that stress and anxiety built up in you!” Rarity giggled, using her index finger to sneak between Coco’s wiggling toes.
 
Coco’s toes started to curl, trying to trap Rarity’s finger to prevent more tickles. Her free foot started to push against Rarity’s arm in a more aggressive attempt. “Ok! Ok! I’ll do it! Eeehehehehe!”
 
Rarity shook her head. “I’m sorry to say it’s not that easy. The only way I can fix it is to tickle it out of you!” She grinned, wiggling her fingers against the stems of Coco’s toes. Her deviously manicured fingernails dancing up and down the sole, continuing to track her foot as it squirmed in her grasp. Rarity finally gave Coco’s feet a break, moving her tickling fingers up her body. She began to inch forward on the couch, her fingers skittering like a spider up her leg, as she moved up, she made a brief stop at Coco’s knee, two fingers slowly raking at the hollow behind her knee while the other hand pinched and squeezed her kneecap. Eventually, she stopped the climb up and leapt to her midsection. She squeezed at her sides, dug her fingers into her ribs, skittered across her hips, all while punctuating her tickles with a “Kitchy kitchy koo!”
 
Coco’s cheeks turned red. Her body jerked and spasmed, gripping onto the couch as she tried to kick her legs out. When Rarity started advancing forward, her struggles only increased. Coco was absolutely helpless against the might of Rarity’s fine fingernails, the skillful fingerwork, the varied tactics, the verbal teasing...She could no longer plead for her to stop, she could only laugh. She put her hands on Rarity’s shoulders in a feeble attempt to push her arms away, but eventually gave up as her own laughter slowly drowned out the teasing. Her arm hung down from the couch, an indicator that she had completely surrendered.
 
Rarity finally stopped, allowing Coco to breathe. The two remained in that position, staring wordlessly at each other. Looking down at Coco Pommel, seeing how cute she was blushing and giggling on her fainting couch, seeing the woman that had put in so much work for her be so happy, Rarity felt like she finally sorted something out. Before either one knew what was happening, Rarity had pressed her lips against Coco’s, eyes closed as she gently rested her body on top.
 
Coco gasped for air the moment the assault let up, closing her eyes as her breathing started to slow, occasionally letting out a giggle in the aftermath. Her eyes quickly opened wide in surprise as she received the kiss. She had a brief moment of panic, before giving in to the romance, letting out a blissful sigh. Rarity was kissing her. It felt so good to hear that in her mind and know that it was a fact. Coco’s heart practically exploded. When Rarity finally broke away, Coco lifted her hand onto Rarity’s shoulder, tempted to pull her back in. It felt like only a second, and yet it also felt like an hour. Coco lay there, giggling. Even though it felt obvious at this point, she wanted to be absolutely sure. “Rarity...I…I love you.” Now that she had finally let her feelings out, all that was left to do was wait for Rarity’s response.
 
Rarity let out a small chuckle. “Darling, I only wish that you had told me that sooner,” she leaned down, tilting her head to kiss Coco on the cheek. “You’ve always been such a hard worker, no matter what life decides to throw your way. A woman like you deserves someone who could appreciate every part of you. Every moment we’ve had together has always felt special to me. Now I finally know why. Hearing you say those words to me makes my life a million times better, because you are literally the girl of my dreams.” Rarity got close to Coco again, whispering in her ear. “I love you too, Coco Pommel.”
 
Coco practically melted upon hearing that last sentence, starting to giggle again. She could hear Rarity declare her love for her for hours on end.
 
Rarity planted another kiss on her lips, looking deep into her eyes. Within seconds, the two were at each other again, locking lips and rubbing their bodies against each other. Their actions were driven more by passion than logic at the moment, not that it was necessarily a bad thing. Both girls had repressed their feelings for each other for so long, they wanted to get it out of their system in order to get a clearer head. Rarity broke away once more, “Well, shall we take this to a more appropriate location?” Rarity grinned, pointing her thumb towards the stairs.
 
Coco nodded silently, wiping the drool from her lip, her heart practically beating out of her chest.
 
Rarity lifted herself off of Coco, straightening her purple short skirt out, pulling Coco up to sit straight. “Excellent, then come along,” she said, index finger lightly tickling under her chin, before she turned around and headed upstairs, swaying her hips side to side.
 
Coco swiftly followed, eyes following Rarity’s movements, hypnotized by her hips as they walked upstairs into Rarity’s bedroom, the perfectly made bed contrasting the disheveled mess of her workbench.
 
“There we go, a much more fitting setting, wouldn’t you agree?” Rarity asked, propping herself on her bed, tapping an open spot with her foot for Coco to join in.
 
With a skip in her step, Coco made her way over to the bed, practically throwing herself onto the sheets. “Wh-what are we gonna do on the bed, Rarity?”
 
Rarity chuckled, leaning back to poke her nose with her big toe. “Well, how about we pick up where we left off?”
 
Coco nodded, grabbing onto her left foot, rubbing the sole against her warm cheeks as she sighed.
 
Rarity’s toes tapped against Coco’s face, she began humming to herself as she grabbed onto Coco’s left foot, slowly tracing a fingernail down the arch.
 
“Eep! R-Rahahahrity!” she squealed out, trying to wriggle out of Rarity’s grasp.
 
“What? I did suggest picking up where we left off, after all,” she winked, making figure-eights on the sole just to watch her foot react.
 
“Stooop! Pleeehehehease!” she begged, grasping onto the bedsheets.
 
“You’re too ticklish for your own good, you know? You’re so easy to tease,” Rarity playfully rolled her eyes. “Very well…” She put Coco’s foot to her mouth, gently kissing the wiggling toes.
 
Coco started to drag her tongue up Rarity’s arch, when she made her way up to her big toe, she began to suck on it, rolling her tongue around it.
 
While Coco’s attention was on the foot she was worshipping, Rarity’s other foot started to move. Sliding across the sheets, she lifted her foot up and sneakily inserted it up Coco’s skirt, laying her bare foot against her crotch. “My my, how long have you been soaking wet?”
 
Coco let out a little jolt when she felt Rarity’s foot on her soaking panties. “Aah! Um...well...I, I was-!”
 
“You’re adorable when you’re flustered,” she chuckled, using her toes to tug the panties down. She inserted her big toe inside Coco’s pussy, letting it wiggle around against the inner walls.
 
Coco’s fists clenched onto the bedsheets as she screamed out in pleasure, getting tingles all over her body as she felt the toe rub against her.
 
Rarity began to focus, sticking out her tongue as she started to circle Coco’s pussy with her big toe, the other toes resting against her inner thigh.
 
Although Coco had often pleasured herself to her fantasies, the past few weeks had been particularly demanding of her, causing her to focus more on her work to improve Manehattan rather than her own desires. As a result, she had become rather pent-up, and all that frustration had finally come to a powerful climax when Rarity’s toe unintentionally brushed against her clitoris, a climax that ruined not only her dress and panties, but part of the bedsheets as well.
 
Rarity was a bit surprised at how little effort that took, but was not complaining. She instead smiled, retracting her foot to gingerly wipe it clean with some tissues. She then crawled forward to kiss Coco on the cheek.