>Be Anonymous Esquire Jr. the 3rd
>It is strange thing waking up to another day in this magical land of ponies.
>you relish the crispness of the air and the faint murmur of earlier risers than you carried by the wind.
>the scent of apples even carry all the way from Sweet Apple Acres itself.
>Yes, it is good to wake up under Celestia's sun but.
>there is always a butt.
>and it tickles with it's warm caress.
>your eyebrow rises with a silent query as you spy 'her' gyrating herself in unflappable glee.
>the object of her plot's perverted pining are your feet, having slipped out from under the covers sometime that night.
>Stompy is oblivious of your audience as she makes an indelicate and throaty moan as your big toe passes across her shivering rear.
>her eyes are closed in bliss and her legs splayed to maintain balance.
>a lift of her tail gives strength to your conviction that the darling mare of a roommate was deep in the throes of heat.
>you feel heat flush your face as her voice thrums at another grind.
>you are surprised at how...vocal the usually shy mare can get.
>her head is thrown back and her breath comes in sharp gasps
>a natural phenomenon begins to occur beneath your sheets as she falls deeper into an apoplexy of toe-fueled pleasure.
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>you curl your toes across her cutie mark and her voice cracks as she shudders in release
>you can feel it splashing with hot, constant squirts over your ankle
>she slumps forward and shakes while trying to catch her breath.
>her eyes widen when she gazes back to find you awake and smiling at her.
>the blush that follows turns her roseate muzzle a deep red.
>her words bump and stumble over themselves as she tries to explain.
>she is cut off when your foot reaches out between her spread legs and gently prods the dock of her tail.
>the resulting moan has a tent cropping up at your waist
>her eyes roll and her tongue lolls out in wanton lust
>the strength of her reactions is amazing
>you can see her struggle to retain control as your foot trails it way down.
>her mouth hangs open as your sole passes over her sphincter, twitching spasmodically
>Stompy's head whips around to meet your eyes the moment your toes crawl sensually down the length of her winking labia
>her eyes are wide and shiny, her lips full and pouting at your teasing
>she wants the foot
>she wants it so bad
>her mouth works to make this plea known the moment you push forward and sheathe three of your toes inside
>she cuts off in a squeaky cry
>the unusual mare closes her eyes as the digits twist and turn inside her
>muscles spasm and clench at the invasion with soft, wet contractions
>her voice breaks and wavers incessantly
>you shift your hips and twist your leg forward
>the entirety of your toes are swallowed within her dripping flower
>your throat feels dry and your skin feels hot as she slumps before your slightly risen form
>you can feel her body tugging at your foot.
"...."
>she's speaking but the pounding of your heart in your ears distracted you
"...mo..."
>she couldn't possibly
"....mor...."
>but she is
"...I want all of it...."
>you gulp audible and feel tension leech away as you come to a resolution.
 
You were going to make her take it all.
>she is watching your every move now.
>her eyes are on you with contained hunger.
>as you begin to press forward you see her relax and widen her stance
>she reaches back with hooves still clad in tiny pink slippers and spreads her cheeks for you
>her expression is so sure and happy you hesitate for only a second.
>her cheeks flush even deeper as a third of you enter her
>it's tight
>bordering on painfully so
>almost
>Stompy bites her lower lips and waggles her hips when you realize that you froze at the sensations pulsing up your leg
>you wiggle your toes and she releases a throaty call in response
>only a third of you is inside her still winking slit but you can feel her lust
>it sings lightning up your foot and has you half dizzy with the heady scent of her musk
>her eyes are half-lidded as you continue
>the sounds she makes now are without any trace of sentience
>you suppress a laugh an errant though whispers she might have been shoes in a past life as another inch enters her warm confines
>you are halfway socked when she lifts a leg up
>what you see has you wide eyed in shock and arousal.